Sandra Lynn Faeth - Tumblr Posts
(My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski)
no one gets working class self destructive young mother that almost lost her daughter because of her own selfish actions sandra-lynn faeth like i do
🚬 kofi link in bio if you’re feeling generous 🚬
Thinking about the Bad Parents this episode because like, imagine your child, who's constantly burdened with the fate of the world, comes to you after school and says it's not enough. That they have to take the Last Stand exam and it's tomorrow. You have no time to take time off work to be with them, to be able to wait for them when they get home.
And then the next day you say goodbye in the morning, you kiss them on the head and tell them you love them. But you know that the next time you see them they will have died. You know that all the day you're at work, your child is fighting for their life in a drastic last stand. How do you focus with that knowledge? How do you move on, wondering if your child is already dead? That while your working or doing chores, your child could be lying on a sandy flood, dead, while all their friends fight for their lives?
How do you move past it? How do you live out that day?
Kristen meeting up with her parents in Krom's Diner is funny to me because it conjures the image of Sandra Lynn, Jawbone, and Lydia watching through a Mordred window with binoculars making sure that nothing bad happens
Sandra Lynn & Fig for ‘The Bad Parents’ zine for the 2023 D20 Zine Jam (featuring Seventeen by Sharon Van Etten)
*restraining the other contents of the episode in a closet behind me* haha anyway. Sandra Lynn and Sklonda are best friends you guys, they go out for drinks. She's told her about her tragic backstory. They talk about their kids. They're besties
The real reason Sandra Lynn wasn't on Baxter is because she is having a girls night with Lydia and Sklonda while all the kids and Jawbone are out of the house.
They are having wine and chicken parms.
Thinking about Sandra Lynne and Sklonda friendship. Sandra had to catch the Kalina-plague from somewhere. 👀
ive been rewatching fantasy high sophomore year
context for the part in brackets:
source: an AMA that brennan lee mulligan did
https://docs.google.com/document/d/19ygrUE1iuz5XHtyoJCxYwPMZOC5eBIYhjFroQYCcQZ0/edit
Thinking about Sandra Lynn (inspired by this edit!!)
“arms” by christina perri is a jawbone and sandra lynn song and you cannot convince me otherwise
HI THE KATJA AND SANDRA LYNN EXCHANGE MAKES MY HEART GO SOFT,,,AHHHHHHHHHHHH
thinkin’ about,,,,a fig au that makes no fucking sense in canon but is, in fact, making my brain go “brr” in this moment. my sleep deprived self is thriving.
okay so. fig being like? biologically sandra lynn and gilear’s daughter. but, they’re unable of having kids. but she loves gilear, and she wants to settle down (even if part of her still screams at the idea, because settling down means letting her guard down, and she’s been burnt once before. she’s not going to let it happen again).
enter gorthalax the insatiable, though not as insatiable now. calmer, soothed, chillin’ in the woods and going to concerts who accidentally summon him when they use infernal in their songs without checking the translation. he’s living the life, baby. except one day he’s cornered, weakened by this feeling of satiation and contentment at his life. and in swoops sandra lynn, younger and wilder and action first, thinking later. sandra lynn, who is young and in love and sees a stranger in need and can’t help but help him.
and gorthalax isn’t about to let a favor like that go unreturned. he’s nursing his wounds, trying to make himself less intimidating to Sandra Lynn, who’s a good head shorter than him and pressing at every wound with skilled fingers. Stopping the blood, applying herbs where she can. She even forces several goodberries in his mouth when he tries to speak the first few times, snapping that she can’t focus with him running his mouth like that. and he’s enamored, and he owes a debt, so when he finally is allowed to speak he asks how he can repay her.
she laughs, says it’s not a problem. it’s what she does. she protects people from the nightmare king’s forest, and he (or rather, his people) are one of the reasons they’re able to keep it at bay. if anything, she should be thanking him. and he thanks her, says it’s not a problem, and casts a spell under his breath with a hum and a tilt of his head. there’s got to be something in that beautiful head of hers, and he’s going to find it. even if it makes him feel kinda skeevy, using detect thoughts like this.
she’s not expecting it, and it’s all to easy to get to the deepest thoughts. fear of settling down, of committing, of being abandoned because gilear found someone better, more capable. the want for a family, a kid or two or three, blessed with her wild streak and gilear’s way with words. a promise that they’ll remain together, through thick and thin. tangible proof that they love one another.
it’s an old magic, a part that’s far from his realm but one he picked up all the same (gluttony came in all forms, even if food was his favored domain). he places a hand on her shoulder, smiles wide and says that they should meet again. he knows a great place that has the best fig pastries, made in ancient elven traditions. let’s the magic flow through his fingertips, the barest hint of radiant energy enough to soothe any worries that it’s harmful magic. warm, soothing, like a cure wounds or a restoration spell. an offering, healing magic of the oldest kind.
sandra lynn huffs a laugh, says it’s a date, and leads him out of the wood.
three years later, they’re meeting up for fig pastries and coffee, sandra lynn standing taller, hair cut back. and dozens of photos on her phone of a little girl named Figueroth, with her name taken from the old elvish word for unity, for love, for blessings of knowledge and intellect. and gorthalax smiles, compliments her growth and congratulates her success. asks her about parenthood, feels something dark twinge in his chest as he scrolls through the photos of a child he helped create. the feelings darken, become all consuming, send him spiraling into a rage that leaves him trapped inside a ruby to think, to lament, to wonder why the last dredges of celestial energy turned him into a monster of the lowest form. was it a punishment for his kindness? a curse from sol, to ruin even simple acts of charity and goodwill? For daring to return a favor? He spends a long time thinking, and thinking, trapped in that ruby. Hearing whispers that grow more and more angry, of tears unheard by anyone else in the middle of the night of a child who he cursed, however unintentional.
and when that child calls him father, who is he to deny her?
Fig, girly, a month without your girlfriend has turned you into gilaer.
Is this some sort of faeth curse or something? Cause sandralynn is a mess too lol
I think I would love to write a fic about Sandra Lynn, specifically in her younger years as an adventurer, but I have no clue where to even start with that