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Could you draw Rafal in a straitjacket please? I just think it would be funny.

i spent so long looking at references for straitjackets cause every image on google and pinterest looked different😭

anyway, i took some inspiration from rise since there’s actually a scene in rise where he’s in a straitjacket lol (which is why there are feathers)

hope this satisfies!

Peter Pan since we have a James Hook

tried my best to make him look like an annoying kid LOL

this is the first time i drew him and i realized that the way i draw rhian's hair and his hair are vaguely similar which made me have a crisis midway through😭/j

hope this satisfies!

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 Rafal’s coldness aside from magic, a formerly Evil soul, or He’s Just Like That.

This thought was inspired by the characterization of BBC’s 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 “normal” hunger cues? I wasn't aware that being cold was “abnormal” 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 he’s 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, haha—not good.

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[In the silver tower:]

Rhian: Rafal! EAT something. That is an order.

Rafal: [petulantly] No! I haven’t 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 them—so 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 year—meaning, 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 that—

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 doesn’t work on me anymore. We’re immortal. It doesn’t 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] You’re 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 I’m 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. I’m 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 attention—] 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: Bah—whatever. The dark suits me. [He tries to sweep the plate off the table like usual—]

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 don’t 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 they’re 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 wouldn’t. You’re 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? You’re 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 needs—he peeks at what's between the bread.] Ah. Cucumber. You're forgiven.

Rhian: The things I have to live with— [He leaves and slams the door.]

OMIGOSH THESE ARE SO GOOD!!!

was working on this like a month or two ago and never finished it because school STOLE my motivation🤬🤬

anyway it was gonna be based off of the whole like “honesty without kindness is brutality” and “kindness without honesty is manipulation” with that scene where they’re like facing off at the end of fall

but i felt like i should post this anyway because i would like to share this with the world🙏🙏

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