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[FE4] On Raquesis:
Tuesday, 26 March 2013 02:42Though the one-shot I recently posted seems to shout otherwise, I actually really do like Raquesis, and no, I do not think she's a slutbag. That story was meant to be a glimpse into a particular moment in time – during one of her weakest moments, as told by someone who didn't quite understand her particular kind of pain.
Raquesis's character and bad luck streak really hit me deep the first time I played FE4, and those feelings have intensified with my rekindled interest in Jugdral. To put it plainly, she reminds me a lot of two people whom I cherish deeply. As such, I headcanon her development very similarly to these scenarios, which summed up in the most generic way possible is: the unreachable girl with her charming flaws falls in love with a man, has her heart broken in some way or another, and tries again and again, only to spiral farther and farther downward in some hope of filling an emotional void.
Falling in love is exciting. Everything you do, you do for that one special person. And when that's taken away from you... you're left feeling broken. Logically, you can tell yourself, “I don't need to rely on anyone else. I can go on just fine.” And you try to stay strong. If you truly loved that person, it doesn't really work. Something inside you is broken, and it does not get better. You might patch it up and move along, but that something inside has changed forever, and years and years later, you will be haunted by the things that could have happened differently. You might find happiness, but it will be different than before.
I hope to explain this further through more writings in the future. A short streak of bad decisions does not define a person, just as one fic cannot hope to explain my take on a character.
In other, non-fandom-related news: I am in excruciating pain because I thought it'd be cool to carry a basket of groceries instead of pushing a cart. Oh, I just HAD to bake some bread, just HAD to get tons of flour. Not looking forward to spending the next three days laying on my back on this heating pad. Can't fall asleep, it's 3 AM, and I'm a belly sleeper. Also it's too hot for this nonsense, even with the a/c blasting and my fan on. If Thracia is anything like the mountainous wasteland I live in, hot and cold with no happy in-between, with no nice trees and just gross scraggly things everywhere and bunches of rocks and useless dirt and tumbleweeds, I pity anyone who ever had to step foot there. Except lizards are cool and I would really like a flying dragon.
Which brings me back to a thought I had while playing FE13: Cherche mentions that wyverns... breathe fire. Which I don't think has been said in any game before. Is Minerva a type of special neo-wyvern, residing only in Ylisse, with re-awakened previously-dormant magical powers of the ancestors from which they came? Or can the mount-dragons in other games torch shit, and we just never heard about it? I feel like I should have some stance on the subject, but I am fine with either way because I like variety in my headcanon lines. (You see, there's canon-headcanon, and then there's Universe 2...) Mostly I'm just curious as to what other people think.
Raquesis's character and bad luck streak really hit me deep the first time I played FE4, and those feelings have intensified with my rekindled interest in Jugdral. To put it plainly, she reminds me a lot of two people whom I cherish deeply. As such, I headcanon her development very similarly to these scenarios, which summed up in the most generic way possible is: the unreachable girl with her charming flaws falls in love with a man, has her heart broken in some way or another, and tries again and again, only to spiral farther and farther downward in some hope of filling an emotional void.
Falling in love is exciting. Everything you do, you do for that one special person. And when that's taken away from you... you're left feeling broken. Logically, you can tell yourself, “I don't need to rely on anyone else. I can go on just fine.” And you try to stay strong. If you truly loved that person, it doesn't really work. Something inside you is broken, and it does not get better. You might patch it up and move along, but that something inside has changed forever, and years and years later, you will be haunted by the things that could have happened differently. You might find happiness, but it will be different than before.
I hope to explain this further through more writings in the future. A short streak of bad decisions does not define a person, just as one fic cannot hope to explain my take on a character.
In other, non-fandom-related news: I am in excruciating pain because I thought it'd be cool to carry a basket of groceries instead of pushing a cart. Oh, I just HAD to bake some bread, just HAD to get tons of flour. Not looking forward to spending the next three days laying on my back on this heating pad. Can't fall asleep, it's 3 AM, and I'm a belly sleeper. Also it's too hot for this nonsense, even with the a/c blasting and my fan on. If Thracia is anything like the mountainous wasteland I live in, hot and cold with no happy in-between, with no nice trees and just gross scraggly things everywhere and bunches of rocks and useless dirt and tumbleweeds, I pity anyone who ever had to step foot there. Except lizards are cool and I would really like a flying dragon.
Which brings me back to a thought I had while playing FE13: Cherche mentions that wyverns... breathe fire. Which I don't think has been said in any game before. Is Minerva a type of special neo-wyvern, residing only in Ylisse, with re-awakened previously-dormant magical powers of the ancestors from which they came? Or can the mount-dragons in other games torch shit, and we just never heard about it? I feel like I should have some stance on the subject, but I am fine with either way because I like variety in my headcanon lines. (You see, there's canon-headcanon, and then there's Universe 2...) Mostly I'm just curious as to what other people think.
