#mt headcanons

Its interesting how theater/performance adjacent the KiY is as a concept. In Robert W. Chambers's short stories, the KiY is a play that drives people mad. KiY and his followers wear palid masks, akin to theater masks. The poems within the KiY's pages replicates that of the fictional play, telling of Carcosa and its blackened stars. Its said that the second act of the play is the worst. Those who go mad from the KiYs pages seem to fall into the roles of a play already set out for them.

In "The Repairer of Reputations", Hildred believes that he shall become the King of The Imperial Dynasty of America (wild sounding I know) unless his cousin were to get married, in that case his cousin would take the throne (this reminds me alot of Shakespeare and Greek tragedies). In "The Yellow Sign" Tessie's reoccurring dreams come to fruition as Mr. Scott takes the roll of the corpse.

As the characters become derealized from the world around them, it feels like they change to a different level of performance.

(Or atleast thats how I interpreted it. Ive been able to read the first 4 stories so far)

I like bringing that idea of proformance into Malevolent. Its small within the podcast itself. The King in Yellow and the ballerinas that follow him. Kayne dancing on a stage. The outer gods knowing of the world outside of reality and treating the worlds more like a proformance or game. In the end, the mortals are nothing compared to the power that the gods hold. You can even argue that existence in itself is a proformance for Azathoth's dreams.

But, Arthur himself always puts on a proformance, tho not always knowingly. The world is his stage and both mortals and gods alike as his audience. Being a PI comes with some level of proformance but experiencing the horrors doesn't really help. Getting information, calming Callihan, tip toeing around Logan's suspicions, mouthing off to Edwin, talking to Faroe, and hiding the fact he can see people's deaths and about John.

It reminds me of the song "The World's Greatest Actor".

"The world's greatest actor doesn’t need a stage

Because they're so good at their craft, that nobody knows they're fake.

The fools have no clue that what they knew is just a fraud

The master of pretending to be something that their not"

Arthur is constantly preforming whether it be for information, protecting others, or survival. Just like thoses who've read the play, he has seen past the curtains of the known into the unknown and his role in the proformance of everyday life has changed. He may not worship or serve the King in Yellow, but he still puts on a proformance.

M’yes. I like these scenarios. M’yes~

Daemon Forged

Noctis Lucis Caelum –

Shocked is one way to put it when you reveal yourself as a Magitek. A Magitek? Like the enemies that they fought so restlessly? And you were one of them? He didn’t want to believe it at first, rejecting the thought of ever thinking the light of his life was associated with one of those monsters. But also, he would know that you weren’t. After spending all that time together, you weren’t like the monsters that you fought together. You weren’t an enemy or a threat. You were you. And after all of the good and the bad, you weren’t going to be like one of those monsters. Not as long as he could help it.

So as you averted your gaze from him, fearing just how he was going to reject you, you felt arms wrap themselves around you, pulling you close and holding you tight even if you protested to his actions. He wouldn’t let you go until he told you and got you to understand that no matter what you were, you’d always be someone he cared about, someone he loved. Just because you were an MT didn’t mean that you weren’t the person he met and fell for. Perhaps naive, but he trusts you with his life, and he’s always been so caring and compassionate to others – especially you.

Prompto Argentum –

Prompto, out of the others, is perhaps the most understanding when it comes to you confessing that you are an MT. He knows what it’s like to have to hide it, because he too is an MT. It’s a shock to both of you when you end up telling Prompto, nervous and scared and on the verge of tears of being rejected, and Prompto returns the confession with a confession of his own. It’s tense at first, both of you having a hard time trying to believe that it’s true for both of you, and it became even harder to realize since you both find out about how the two of you – who rarely ever kept secrets from each other – kept the biggest secret of all away from one another.

But nevertheless, he tries to help you cope, showing you his barcode to comfort you and show you that you aren’t alone in the feeling. You show him your brand in response, both of you having the scars over them from having wanted such an awful symbol to disappear for good. But as you both make a promise to never hurt yourselves again and to always trust each other with these kinds of secrets, he brings your wrist up to his lips and places a small kiss on it in hopes of getting you to smile once again. Because that’s what he loves the most about you, MT or not.

Ignis Scientia –

The logical course of action would to be very cautious of you, especially when the threat of the MTs were so high and something that lingered. His duty was to make sure that Noctis was safe from the threat of the Niflheim MTs, and yet he finds his logic wavering. You were an MT, something that could pose as an impending threat if not handled properly. And yet, despite all of the logical ways he could come up with contingency plans against an MT threat, he couldn’t bring himself to implement any of them. He could only watch you as you distanced yourself from the others, unable to even look at them as they conversed about just what to do about this sudden revelation.

But Ignis goes over and looks at you, only asking you one question and expecting an answer. “Who are you?” You avoided his gaze, not wanting to show him how red your eyes were from your tears before. You were you, and you told him so. In response, he nodded and gently tilted your head up and placed a small kiss on your forehead before he held you close and let you rest your head against his shoulder. “I know. And nothing will ever change that. I promise.” You found yourself unable to hold back tears from him gentle words, gripping onto his coat while he gently rubbed your back and let you take the time that you needed to recover.

Gladiolus Amicitia –

No… You couldn’t be. You kept such a big secret from everyone? From him? He expected you to trust him, just as he trusted you. But suddenly such a major bomb was dropped, and he was just supposed to accept it? You didn’t want to accept it either, but what do you know? You were an MT and Gladio would just have to deal with it. He found it hard to, however, knowing that after all this time you were one of them. He didn’t know what exactly those MTs were capable of, how they worked. All he knew was that the MTs were bad news. Even worse when they finally decided to go haywire and become rampant.

Similar to how humans struggle with 3d to the point where artists specifically have to learn perspective and how 3d objects work to draw/sculpt them while 2d comes more naturally, sculpting and model making comes naturally to eridians but drawing, even with a camra like Rocky's, is a very difficult skill that must be built. To Eridians, drawing, paining, and other forms of 2d art requires the skill and practice thats equivalent to a Human sculptor.

Ask them to create a model of something? Easy. Ask them to draw something? That's difficult.

This also applies to shapes. Humans tend to think in 2d shapes like squares and circles while eridians tend to think more 3d with cubes and spheres.

I imagine eridian 2d art would usually be carvings on a flat surface, paintings that use different textured paints, layered and mosaic art, and on rarer occasions camras are used to make art thats invisible to the average eridian (kind of like invisible ink).