And you get to have a Faerie telling you things that don't actually help in any way, but sound like they might.
i feel like you'd be a mysterious character who every now and then comes in to say thoughtful or thought-provoking things
I had been thinking that @chaoticArbiter and I were from two different fandoms, and at some point a bit before the RP, someone went "Guys. Please consider. [cA] and [palindromordnilap]. Being cute at each other." And then everyone thought it would be the cutest thing ever.
Similarly, I'm happy as long as I'm in something with @chaoticArbiter. Also, it was totally @Ipuntya 's player who had this idea.
I was more of an obstacle than a villain, impeding the protagonist because I thought their quest was not worthwhile. I was cold and angry, I let myself embrace bitterness and indulge in callous superiority because that was easier than facing a reality in which I could be weak. Why should the hero try to change the world when I can't? What an idiot, wasting everyone's time, wasting my time. How dare they try to get me to hope for something better that I know I'll never have! Deep down I never stopped hoping, though, and secretly helped where I could. A book with vital information positioned at eye level on a shelf, invigorating aromatic flowers mysteriously left in a vase in a room where they're recovering from an injury, a conveniently timed distraction for their true opposition. These acts were never seen for what they were at the time by the protag, and were missed by many readers as well, until a third party recapped it as the story was winding down, much to my chagrin. Still, the bulk of my words were unnecessarily cruel and cutting, which rightfully earned me the ire of the fanbase (with the exception of some stans, who missed the point of my character). At the end of the story, though the world was better place, I still wallowed in my cynicism and largely rejected offerings of peace and forgiveness from the protag. In this AU, I am allowed redemption that was situationally unavailable in my source material. Specifically, I met the people around whom it was okay to be weak before I could seal myself away from the ability to let myself feel weak. I still fought and spat and tore at them when I thought they were going to poke at a weak spot, but as a scared child instead of bitter adult. And when the fight was out of me, and I had said all the vicious things I thought about them and myself, they would remember the times I had been kind or helpful and tell me those still counted. I would be able to accept offer of friendship, of a safe place to be weak so that I could be stronger elsewhere. TLDR Jerkass Lets Guard Down, Learns Power of Friendship
A little Faerie lands on your shoulder and whispers "you are fine, it is the world that is confused". Flitting away as you swipe at her, she lands on the other shoulder and murmurs, "there is a puzzle. Find the way that leads out and you'll find the way that leads in." As you swat angrily at her, she flits away to land on your head. "There are things you want to know, and will not want to know once you know them." The path ahead is twisty, with many little corridors, all alike.
I'm the snarky wizard who lives in a library and people go to for exposition. The fanfic author didn't know what to do with me and repeated the same subplot over and over again for years to fill time.
*rubs eyes after nap, looks at last post* Self, why are you like this when you're tired? XD the power of friendship is my favorite, because friends are great & I love them
i was an incredibly minor nature deity that everybody forgot about!! i lost all my powers because no one was thinking about me, and it was only in recent years that i adjusted enough to modernity to start receiving attention again by becoming the deity of video game gardening sims, specifically fruit-bearing trees. (earth elemental+apple association 2×combo)
