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"sge character syndrome meaning their personality is barely existent" is the bEST THING IVE EVER IN YEARS OMFG HELP AHSHFBASFHAHAHAHAH
Random rotsg thoughts (no spoilers)
In the main series Rafal is always so wannabe edgy and mysterious and in rotsge he's just a mildly angsty teen and I love the difference
Also I love all the new teachers? There aren't many but i can definitely imagine some cool fanart of them
Also the students but they suffer from the sge character syndrome meaning their personality is barely existent đđ
But also the illustrations and cover slap so hard, even though I kinda miss the style of the older books
I'm also vibing with the different rules in the School, like it's interesting to see that it changed so much
But i guess it's got a sliver of lgbt representation so yay?
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While I was checking the pdb (an app that let's you see which characters have the same mbti as you) I came across something crazy.
My top 3 characters that I kin just happened to have the same mbti as me? Which is infj btw.
Not to mention the fact that they all have white hair?? The characters I'm talking about are
Rafal, White lily, and Nagito, btw.
(agatha is also an infj, but it wouldn't be a trio if i added her here)
So I decided to draw all three of them while I was testing out a new artstyle :p
Hope yall like this crossover
Accurate lol
Thought I should try this
I finally finished my sorcerer of the sea fanart!
If you couldn't guess by now, sorcerer of the sea is the pirate captain x rhian lol
@atropinenightshade here's the finished thing :)
Coldness -> Hunger Headcanon (and it includes reference to Rafal's infamous plate-smashing habit):
Disclaimer: There's only a little evidence for this being true, and I might be projecting, so I could be far off. It just made sense in my head and I've been thinking about it lately.
There could be other, more human reasons for Rafalâs coldness aside from magic, a formerly Evil soul, or Heâs Just Like That.
This thought was inspired by the characterization of BBCâs Sherlock, and myself to a much lesser extent. (I tend to crank Rafal's traits up to extremes because he's an even worse all-or-nothing person than I am.)
Also, apparently, according to Google, I seemingly have zero ânormalâ hunger cues? I wasn't aware that being cold was âabnormalâ until now. Does anyone relate to this or is it just me? I know it cannot reasonably be just me.
Moving on, the canon evidence is:
The "skinny snowman" line from Rise, if the implication of thermal (not figurative) coldness follows "snowman."
That one time when he sat watching torture for a few days without moving at all.
So, the headcanon is that Rafal forgets to eat. Or thinks heâs too absorbed in stuff going on to eat or that eating is beneath him. Any explanation will do. And, his hands (or body) become cold as a result, as the only physical signal of hunger, extremities first.
The second headcanon that incidentally came out of this is that Rafal would make a incredibly talented Gamemaker for the Hunger Games, hahaânot good.
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[In the silver tower:]
Rhian: Rafal! EAT something. That is an order.
Rafal: [petulantly] No! I havenât finished these Trial plans! I can't decide if death trap #263 should go in the Cyan Caves or Pine Glen. The caves would trap themâso only one exit, which could be blocked for best results in eliminating the greatest number of competitors at once. But, the pines are disorientingly-spaced at extremely regular intervals this yearâmeaning, they'll get lost sooner without distinct landmarks or will feel unsettled and dizzy by the uncanny repetition of the maze since it'll be man-made...
Rhian: Well, actually, about thatâ
Rafal: [derisively] Don't need your input, Sir-'Only-Kill-In-Self-Defense.' I'm not reconsidering at this late stage. If this is about your famous health-aging-and-mortality lecture, that doesnât work on me anymore. Weâre immortal. It doesnât matter and never will. Now, stop wasting time on right silly things.
Rhian: I know you think digestion of a large meal will slow you down, but at least eat something small or regular-sized. Please. Aren't you hungry? It's been three days.
Rafal: No. I don't feel a thing. I haven't felt a thing in... I've lost count. Stop bothering me and go away. I have to finish this first.
Rhian: Have you looked in the mirror lately?
Rafal: No. Why would I need to? I always look excellent, I'll have you know.
Rhian: [sighs] Youâre cold. Have you noticed? For all your keen powers of observation, you're tremendously bad at paying attention to your physical self. I bet you're tired, too, and in denial about it.
Rafal: I'm not tired and Iâm always cold. I shouldn't even have to dignify those sorts of questions with a response. Your point?
Rhian: [points at Rafal.] You're being a child. And you're irritable.
Rafal: Well, I wouldn't say I'm a proper delight either. Learn to moderate your expectations like the rest of them. Now, say something worth my time or leave.
Rhian: We don't have to go through this every time. Look. Your fingers and lips have turned blue.
Rafal: So?
Rhian: All right. Iâm leaving this plate, with this food on it, next to you. You haven't forgotten what food is, have you? And I'm not talking about that inedible slop your students eat.
Rafal: [rolls his eyes] Don't need it. [Has stopped paying attentionâ] Utensils... too finicky... plate takes up surface area on desk. No room for paper. Then I won't be able to concentrate on this. Deadlines.
Rhian: It's a sandwich. You'd know if you bothered to look up for even one second. Problem solved. The plate can go on the floor. No wastes of space. Nothing encroaching on your papers. You can use one hand to eat it and the other hand to finish writing down your plans. And light a lamp. You'll strain your eyes. [He sets the plate on the desk.]
Rafal: Bahâwhatever. The dark suits me. [He tries to sweep the plate off the table like usualâ]
Rhian: [snatches it out of his reach and sets it down safely on the floor.] When I come back, I want it gone. Not via sorcery. Not via loophole exploitation. But eaten. You will eat it and not throw it out the window at the birds. You will not stuff it under the carpet or in the rubbish. It will go into your stomach and that's final.
Rafal: [not listening] Yes, yes. Sustenance. Yatter-yatter about this and that and tosh. Got it.
Rhian: Look, I know you donât need to eat, but you ought to. I also expect the same of this glass of water, [he sets it on the desk] and if theyâre still here when I return, I will sabotage your all-important project and tell my Evers your Trial strategy, so they win. I'll even tell the pots and pans to cook something with actual nutrients in it for your students, which you seem to have forgotten about. Did you know they've been cutting classes? They don't work like you, you know, and you can't deprive mortals.
Rafal: [scoffs] You wouldnât. Youâre too Good to do it. And I'll tell Humburg to handle my Nevers, thank you very much.
Rhian: Ever heard of the greater Good? Youâre looking right at it. Now eat.
Rafal: [groans and picks up the sandwich.]
Rhian: [smugly] Good.
Rafal: [mutters something about: what's the point of endurance and asceticism if they're never put to use? What's the point of training if it's never practiced? What's the point of immortality if you can't make use of your superiority over mortals with their trivial bodily needsâhe peeks at what's between the bread.] Ah. Cucumber. You're forgiven.
Rhian: The things I have to live withâ [He leaves and slams the door.]
Yes, yes, idk the song and YES
Rafal would be âCarol of the Bellsâ because heâs dramatic like that.
Rhian would be âGod Rest Ye Merry Gentleman.â (Ahem: âTo save us all from Satan's pow'r / When we were gone astray.â) Alternatively, heâd be âGreensleeves,â and I donât think I have to explain that one.
James would be âI Saw Three Ships.â
Vulcan would be âYouâre a Mean One, Mr. Grinch.â
Not sure it's mentioned in canon but I think they're like 17-19