I thought about the classpects of the mh characters because im Double Trash™

Jay - Knight of Light Light represents luck, insight, and information. Knight is an exploiter class (like how we see dave exploit time for everything from money laundering to combat). Jay exploits what information (like tim’s medical records wtf jay) and luck he has until it runs out lol rip me and jay and, like most knights, is prone to self-destruction at the hands of his own aspect (dave dying in doomed timeline after doomed timeline until he stopped fucking with time, karkat undone by his relationships and loyalty even when it was foolish in [s] game over) - it was knowledge he previously didn’t have that undid him and caused his luck to run out. light players also seem to have an affinity for explaining and story-telling (as we see in both aranea and rose) and jay is determined to get to the bottom of things and explain and give commentary throughout the series

Alex - Prince of Blood Blood is the aspect of loyalty, interpersonal relationships, and who you are tied to. Prince is a destroyer class (for example: we see eridan, the prince of hope, destroy the hope of his team). when faced with that which he doesn’t understand or doesn’t know how to handle, Alex’s first instinct is to push everyone away - and when pushing them away didn’t solve the problem, he betrays his friends and starts removing those he’s tied to by the events of Marble Hornets by horse - by killing Sarah (?) (and Seth??), trying to kill Brian and Tim, driving Jay out of his life, switching schools, burning bridges. And when his ties to the Operator finally catch up with Amy, he kills her, too. he destroys not only his own ties, but attempts to destroy the others’ as well - like trying to keep jay from getting into contact with jessica.

Brian - Mage? Page? of Void? Mind? Heart? rage? - page of mind? mage of

TTA - Seer of Void? Doom? Mind? Heart?  We don’t know who the third is for sure, but we know a bit about them like how they’re an extra ho with a thing for water and the color red lol. Seer is a very passive class, and it’s all about understanding - they see shit, they inform others what they see, hopefully to the benefit of their team. tta’s a little shit, but does use their insight to try to guide the others - jay, tim, hoodie - to accomplishing their (mostly shared) goal (kill alex)

TTA is definitely a Seer of some sort. while the identity of the third is isn't confirmed (personally i'm on board with the seth theory, but lately i've been toying with the idea of jessica being the third) we know a bit about them (like how they’re an extra ho with a thing for water and the color red lol). seer is a very passive class, and it’s all about understanding - they see shit, they inform others what they see, hopefully to the benefit of their team. tta’s a little shit, but does use their insight to try to guide the others - jay, tim, hoodie - to accomplishing their (mostly shared) goal (kill alex). the question then, comes down to aspect. i'm torn on whether that would be mind - associated with logic, reasoning, and consequences, which makes sense for what tta is trying to do (give insight to the consequences of fucking up, of being too slow, of ignoring their problems, of not killing alex). however, heart could also work here - since it's associated with the soul and who you are as a person, and tta is big on reminding our boys who they are, and encouraging them to realize that who they pretend to be, or who they think they are, might not be who they truly are.

Tim - Heir of Doom? Void? rogue of doom?

i flip flop a lot on tim's classpect - i feel like he's an heir of either doom or void. i lean to void because of it's association with missing/obscured/destroyed knowledge, and emptiness, while i lean to doom because of its association with destruction and sacrifice. tim’s life is plagued by both of these themes - they’re what he’s got and what he’s accepted he’s become. they’re what he’s inherited. but, at the same time, i’d also consider rogue of doom a possibility - rogue is a passive sponge of its aspect, and doom follows tim like stink on a skunk. rogue is also described as a the ‘robin hood’ class - take from one, give to another, but it’s hard to say if we actually saw tim take doom from one person and put it on another (unless you want to swing the argument of him taking jessica’s potential destruction and putting it on jay)

(and/or himself, arguably. if he hadn't taken jessica out of the picture, it's unknown if jay would have reached out to tim again. season 3 would be fundamentally altered, and it would probably be jay and jessica searching for clues together, rather than jay and tim)

Jessica - of Breath? mage of breath? maid of breath?

Allen Krueger was kind of a boring kid.

He got along with kids at school, but didn’t really hang out or talk with many of them outside of class. Even when he and his buddies would ‘hang out’, it was mostly over their discord server. He never managed to find a sport or club that appealed to him. He played snare drum in the marching band, was a solid A/B student most years. Not a lot of interests outside of biology, zoology, music, and video games. Allen was a boring kid. He didn’t do a lot - a lot of things bored him. That’s life.

So a sudden, inexplicable urge to pull out the long board that he wasn’t particularly good at and just go for a jaunt on a random afternoon in March was... well, it was weird.

"Where are you off to?” his mom asked from a stack of tests she was grading.

“I dunno, just... need to go for a ride.”

“You want me to take you someplace?”

“No, I just wanted to skate around a bit. I won’t be out long, I just need... some fresh air?”

Nicole Krueger was by no means a stern woman. A high school teacher and a single mom, she mostly struck people as someone burning the candle at both ends. But in that way that single mothers sometimes are, her first instinct was to worry and helicopter.

“You’re going by yourself?”

“Mom, I’ll be fine.”

“How long you think you’ll be out?”

“I dunno. I should be back before dinner though.”

“You’ll call if-”

“Yes, Mom, I’ll be fine. You know I’ll be getting my learner’s permit this summer - I’m not, like, ...” Allen trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his hands. Words had a habit of getting away from him when he was trying to use them, or coming out when they really ought to not.

Nicole smiled. “I know, I’m sorry. Watch for cars and call me if you think you’ll be out past dinner.”

“I will, okloveyoubye-”

Allen was on autopilot. He vaguely recognized the streets he was taking and the turns he was making, but he wasn’t really... in charge here. Maybe leaving the house in this state wasn’t his best idea. The voice of reason somewhere in his head kept flipping back and forth between panicking because he didn't understand what he was doing and being eerily calm because he knew he was supposed to be doing it.

It was like a metal detector was going off somewhere in his brain, or like he was following some video game compass to a quest marker. A quest marker that was apparently at the Chautauqua.  

He couldn't even say for sure when the last time he'd even been here before was. Had he ever actually been out here? A flash of metal caught his eye, alarms in his brain going off. Was this what he was supposed to come find? A pole of some sort? Allen, still on autopilot, picked up his board and made his way over to the pole - but it wasn't really a pole, it was more like just a cylinder or a mass of some sort of metal that seemed just as indecisive about its color as it was about shape, now coppery now silvery now coppery again. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered that this was all very weird, very, very weird, random pieces of color-changing metal out by buildings you've never been to shouldn't... call to you. Was that what was happening? Don't be silly, don't word it like that it's... cheesy, just because you followed a random hunch to the middle of nowhere and now there's a weird pole-not-pole that you feel pulled towards like you're supposed to pick it up doesn't mean it's calling to you get a grip, dude - Allen's hand hovered over the thing for half a second. Why did he feel like if he picked it up there was no going back? 

As soon as his hand touched the metal, it felt like he'd just been hit by a truck. Accompanying a sudden adrenaline rush was a wave of feeling utterly terrified, and blindingly furious, and more confident than he’d ever been, each distinctly and all at once, and he wanted to drop this thing because it was currently on fire but it was like he couldn't get his hand to let go of the - oh god he couldn't even make out a maybe-shape anymore it was flickering like some kind of google deepmind dream. The fire intensified to a flash and just like that was gone, along with the emotions and the roaring he hadn't realized was in his ears, leaving Allen standing in the park holding onto a fairly large battle axe.

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” Allen dropped the axe and backed out of the grass as quick as he could without tripping. “Shit shit shit shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck thaaaaat, fuuuuuuuuck thaaaaaaaaat,” He dropped his board and began to work on putting distance between himself and whatever the fuck that was.

Finding his way back from the Chautauqua proved a bit more difficult than the original trip out. The path that had somehow felt so planned and familiar before was gone, and it took him a moment to calm himself and pull up a map on his phone. 

“How was the fresh air?” Nicole called from the kitchen as Allen rushed into the house.

“Uh, fine. Good. I’m gonna go sit down for a while now.”

His mom called after him something about when food would be ready, but Allen wasn’t paying attention. His mind was still reeling.

It wasn’t real. Couldn’t have been. You must have overexerted yourself, that’s the only reasonable explanation for... that, Allen opened the door to his room and caught a scream as quickly as he could.

“Allen? Is everything alright?” Nicole called from down the stairs.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine! Just a, uh, a spider. Landed on me. Surprised me.” He rushed into his room, closing the door quickly behind him, staring at the large battleaxe that was currently laying on his bed. 

His eyes darted around the room, looking for something to use to pick up the axe. In the end he stepped over to the dresser and dug through his pajama drawer. He settled for a now much-too-small team shirt from back when he was in an ages 10-12 hockey league.

Further attempts to throw it away proved useless. It would just show up near him again, no matter how he tried to dispose of it. After multiple tries, and he was certain this... thing wasn’t about to burst into flames in his hands, he accepted it as a part of his life now. Allen used it mostly to flip the light switch on and off from his bed.

the scene pans over a desolate wasteland, scorched. a city limits sign graffitied to say population: DOOMED. Buildings are burning. A disheveled person carrying a cardboard “THE END IS NEAR” sign stumbles across a highway. 

a Generic 30-Something Grizzled White Dude™ is walking down the highway, a gun slung over his shoulder. It’s dramatic af. The music swells, but is cut off suddenly by the sound of a cat horn. 

A young woman leans out of the driver window, and shouts “HEY ASSHOLE. THIS IS A ROAD.” she pulls around him, muttering about “damn drifters”. The dramatic apocalypse music switches to “Anything” by Simple Plan. A voiceover begins, as scenes of this woman at an office job begin:

“Look, I’m not trying to tell you how to live your life or whatever, all I’m saying is the world ended six months ago and you haven’t even called in sick during this time.”

“The world did not end, Eric.”

a young man, who we presume to be eric, opens the office blinds to reveal 

12/16/2017

jess calls that in episode IX the first order is taken out, but kylo’s journey is left open ended. he could choose the light, the dark, neither, or die. we’re left to speculate ourselves.

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