The Wizard The Witch And The Wild One - Blog Posts
WBN animatic "The Vote"
More people need to see this
it all hurts so muchhhhhh
i love when things from the very first episode come full circle
I think he also illustrated well how these moments will become stories. opening with the mythos around the epiphany, describing the perspective of the soldiers seeing these fantastical powerful things... their individual deaths may be forgotten but the stories of the "heroes" will live on.
Really really really loved how Brennan showed the two different sides of this "combat"
The insane fantasy moments: the dreadnoughts, Eioghorain, Ame's curse, the chained dragon, everything with that last scene between the sorcerer and Steel. Devastating and scary, but also really cool
Intimately juxtaposed with small moments that brought the true light of horror back: realizing a solider is only 17 in his first battle where he will surely die, the acid damaging the land so it will know no life for generations to come, bodies of those that begged for an academy not to be demolished, Suvi recognizing the wizard she just killed. Just admissions that there are no winners here. Every part of this is a loss.
It makes everything feel so much more real
I was trying do hard to look normal at work while listening. I don't think I succeeded.
1) i didn't know you could have near-constant goosebumps for almost an hour and a half, but i have now experienced that, so that's special
2) WITCH CURSE FOR THE MOTHERFUCKING WIN
3) my mouth was open for the last five minutes and my chest hurt from how little i was breathing. Brennan. You absolute maniac. WHAT WOULD SUVI LIKE TO DO AFTER ALL THAT, HUH?
Ame is a child when she first wonders through Grandmother Wren’s cottage. She wakes to the stomps of a fierce rooster, the smell of juk, the chorus of small sounds that builds the cottage.
Ame is a child when she falls in love with magic, the scent of it, the purity and the heart that lives at the core of it. Magic, the ability to connect with the earth, to provide for the animals and the trees, for the Spirits and honour their works. To help humans with sickness and mending.
The humanity in magic, the spinning of life to vow service to all that breathes on Umora.
Yet Ame is still a child as other children scowl at her, throw piercing gazes and words, “you’re a witch!” and see nothing but body, a little girl disconnected from the flesh of their own, a witch, nothing but a witch, an orphan, a stranger, a child. All but human.
But Ame had never thought herself anything other than human.
Ame, a child that never was, never could be, and forever will be.
She is a child when she is given to Grandmother Wren. Unwanted, strange child. She is a child when she is othered by the other children. Witch and apprentice, and still a child.
Ame never experiences childhood. She knows the wonders of magic and medicine, of healing and earth. But she never experiences the wonders of friendship, of connections in childhood. Ame never experiences the wonders of playing make belief, the warm hug after a heated argument, the small secrets shared in childhood.
But Ame is a child when finds more to her little family. A wizard, a witch and a wild one. Each child with a deep and profound sadness etched into the core of their beings and yet all too young to form the words to it.
Ame is still a child when she waves goodbye to her best and most True Friend. Tears wet her cheeks and the summer falls to her feet in a sweet breeze and a distant memory unforgotten. Ame is a child when she whispers her final goodnight to her brother, her True Friend, without and fully knowing so. She wakes up to the smell of moss and nothing but moss. She finds the cottage all too quiet.
Ame gains more than childhood during one summer and looses more than it when it is over. She finds fellowship and family in two True Friends. A secret and bond in childhood that cannot be simply broken. A thread that stretches across over water and mountains that no matter how far they are, they know they have a piece of themselves, of a simpler yet complicated summer in childhood somewhere across the lands. A small shard of childhood, of their true humanities stuck in memory of the scent of honey and magic and fur, a time long ago.
Listening to WWW and every episode is just:
5 minutes in *jaw drop*, 20 minutes later *jaw drop*, 2 seconds later *hands over mouth screaming*, 30 minutes later *jaw drop*, last 5 minutes *sobbing*
Finally listening to the most recent ep of wbn and I'm realising that this whole time I've been picturing the man in black as Zac Oyama from his 2023 4/20 tweet
Lou works fast. That is impressive.
Mr Police
We gave you all the clues
Join our fireside already
Thinking about Silver's Namecloak
So, inspired by the whole "silvering a mirror" thing, I was thinking more about Silver's namecloak. Specifically, the fact that silver quite famously tarnishes, and the thematic parallel between the loss of shine and the Suvi+Silver breakup. What's more, the process of silver tarnishing has been accelerated by the additional sulfur in the air post-Industrial Revolution, and wizardry/the Citadel seems to be pretty much the magical Industrial Revolution. So, there's this crazy parallel between sulfur pollution tarnishing silver and the Citadel driving a wedge between Suvi and Silver.
IDK it's not totally coherent yet, but it did set off the gears in my brain.
WWWO Fireside Chat: ep31 "The Souvenir"
Hacaea, the Witch of the Woodland Green and Grimore, the Witch of the Wild Hunt
(@worldsbeyondpod has me pacing and fearing for the pcs lives)
Indri, the Witch of Wind and Stars and Mirara, the Witch of the Waning Moon
so ready for @worldsbeyondpod to give me psychic damage next week