#(hint: i am not sorry)

[dailymanners]

Always use "excuse me" if you have to get into someone else's personal space.

Someone at the store is standing in front of the shelf where there's a can you want to grab? Don't just reach into their personal space without warning, say "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" first so that they at least have a warning that someone is about to reach into their personal space, and most importantly, so that they have a chance to move before you get into their space.

Or if someone is standing on a walkway or in a doorway you need to get through, don't just silently shove past them or squeeze past them, say "excuse me" so that they have a warning that a someone is about to squeeze or shove into their personal space, and they have a chance to move out of the way before you do you.

People deserve a fair warning if someone is about to squeeze or shove or reach into their personal space. A lot of people are not okay with having someone, but especially a stranger, randomly shove or squeeze or reach into their personal space without warning. They also deserve a chance to move out of the way first for the sake of their comfort.

Try to avoid just staring at people who are in your way and expecting them to read your mind that you want them to move. Most people cannot, in fact, read minds, so having someone stand in front of them and stare at them often only leads to making them feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

But also more importantly, if you are standing somewhere someone needs to get to, and they say excuse me, you should move aside for them even if just temporarily, so they can avoid the discomfort of having to reach into your personal space or squeeze past you.

If someone is saying "excuse me" it's because they would like you to move because they don't want to have to get into your personal space, whether it's out of respect for you, or just because they themselves are not comfortable getting in your personal space.

All of this goes double for people with trauma and/or people who are neurodivergent. If someone has trauma related to abuse or assault they may find it more upsetting or possibly triggering to suddenly have someone shoving or reaching in their personal space without warning.

Or, many types of neurodivergence can make it especially disturbing and unpleasant to have someone else in your personal space, especially without warning.

You can never be 100% sure who is and isn't traumatized and/or neurodivergent, so always practice respecting other's personal space by giving them a fair warning with "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" before getting in their personal space, and moving aside when you hear those magic words. Or, even if someone isn't traumatized nor neurodivergent, it's still fair to not like someone in your personal space without warning and not being given the opportunity to move first.

[anbaisai]

It's not even actually their birthday

(Based on a conversation I had with a friend + Jamil's 2024 birthday present to the player)

[maxanor]

i'm not saying this to be callous or rude, but i think what's hitting a lot of buckt*mmys hard is that they're truly just unable to admit that they aren't very good at media analysis. the term 'media literacy' has become so overused in fandom that i genuinely think people forget what it means- it's a learned skill, something you have to study, something you can educate yourself on by reading papers and books and watching all sorts of movies and tv. they're all so convinced that the breakup came out of nowhere when it could not have been written more clearly; tommy has consistently been shown as an outsider in buck's life.

to claim that "everything was perfect" in 8x05 is so ridiculous i almost don't even know where to start. they had two scenes without eddie: in the first, tommy was incredibly condescending towards buck and and his interests (it's time to put away the screen, you already had your five minutes, lights out evan), and in the second scene buck literally says "my boyfriend won't even kiss me" and tommy responds with "that's not true" but they pointedly do NOT show them kissing. if the audience is meant to believe that buckt*mmy are endgame, it would have made perfect narrative sense to have them kiss right then to show (not just tell) us that tommy cares about buck, boils and all, and they did not do that.

moving onto 8x06, the only clue needed to show us they were going to break up was tommy buying buck lakers tickets. that's all it took. in 7x04 it's made so clear that buck does not like basketball. if tommy genuinely knew buck, he would not have bought him tickets to a sport the show dedicated an entire episode to telling us buck does not like! if their relationship was meant to last, tommy could have bought buck tickets to a fight in vegas like he did with eddie. this would have been a great callback, because it's supposedly the first moment buck got jealous of tommy and eddie hanging out. it would remind the audience that even though buck was jealous, he got tommy in the end and they're now doing the activities he wanted to do with tommy before.

once again, media analysis is a skill. no one is perfect at it, and ofc shows can throw away the book and make decisions that don't make sense. but to claim this came out of nowhere shows a severe lack of knowledge and understanding of how stories are written. the shippers were seeing what they wanted to see and they missed all the signs the show was sending them, and now they're claiming the rug was pulled out from under them.

[yayll]

~ a little something about Beast Dazai and his inability to let you go ~

Your hand trembles as you're about to knock on the massive office doors and you wonder if you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life.

You got too close working for this terribly lonely man, and now you're knocking at his door with the only solution you can think of to put an end to your silly infatuations that have gone on for longer than you'd want to admit and can possibly handle. You open the door slowly, and walk into the elegant and massive office space, your eyes falling right onto the dark haired man in all black hunched over the desk, scribbling away as if he didn't hear you come in. You walk quietly, and when you reach the wooden desk, your voice comes out soft and firm.

"Dazai, sir? I wanted to speak to you about something sensitive, if I may."

You chew on the corner of your bottom lip, but quickly compose yourself when you see the face of the man you've spent so much time with, the unfortunate love of your life. if it weren't for his Maroon scarf, he'd look like nothing but a black void. A burnt Black cat. He looks up, narrowed eyes scan you as he takes a sip of his tea, replying in a monotonous tone.

"What is it?"

"After much consideration, I think.. I need to leave the Port Mafia. We've worked together for quite a while now, and I can assure you it's not about the quality or enjoyment of my work. You don't even have to acknowledge this beyond me simply saying it, I just have to confess something that makes my heart ache. You make my heart ache. I know how unprofessional that sounds and that you have no use for such affections, but I can't keep pretending. It's why I think it's time for me to move onto something else otherwise my work will become disrupt-"

A lifted finger is shoved into your face, signaling you to stop, and so you do. Of course you do. You always had a habit of word vomiting when you were anxious. Dazai is staring down at his tea, and he stays quiet for a long time, trying to pick what emotion he can mask his real outraged ones with. Finally, he flashes you an unbothered look, his eyes half lidded as they taunt you. A cruel smirk curls onto his lips.

"Oh? What an awful time for your honesty! I'm currently drowning in work and responsibilities, ones that you're supposed to aid me with, actually. Thus, I have no use for your confession." He simply says.

You can feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You expected this. Looking down at your shoes, you chew on your lip again.

"I had to tell you.. Like I said, you can just forget about it."

"Well you see, that's the problem. I can't forget it. The moment you uttered those nasty little words to me, I realized I have to carry the weight of finding a new secretary. And I resent that."

He looks away for a brief second, his words are bitter and laced with what sounds like remorse and irritation.

You cross your arms and sigh, your voice comes out lower than your confidence.

"I just thought that we were... I suppose I should have never dared to assume you'd ever see me as more than a-"

He instantly leans over his desk, now placing a finger on your lip, his voice just above a whisper.

"... And though these feelings you have for me may be inconvenient, it doesn't mean that they're unwelcome."

He lets his finger rest on your lips for just a second too long, meanwhile you're frozen in place feeling like your chest is going to collapse in on itself. His voice becomes softer.

"Sit, please."

You sit down, now facing each other. It's quiet for a few moments as you both study each other's expressions. This form of intimacy was unusual to everyone else but the two of you, having spent countless hours in the past working across one another without uttering a single word, yet communicating in perfect sync. You were a part of each other's routines, a never ending spiral. Dazai feels himself teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something peeling away at his very soul. He's usually so arrogant and domineering, but in this instant, he suddenly feels an exhaustion wash over him trying to keep that going. He's kept it going for so long, he forgot that he doesn't like doing it with you. You don't deserve to be a part of all of this, and he doesn't deserve to want you.

Oh how he loathes his true identity: A simple man. A human man. Your man.

When he can't take it anymore, he slowly creeps his bandaged hand on top of yours, applying light pressure, but his eyes don't dare look into yours. Not yet. Finally, you break the silence, staring down with furrowed brows at the way your hands fit around one another. You mutter under your breath, tired of being vague.

"What are we to each other, Dazai? I mean really?"

"Do I really need to spell it out for you?" He snorts, trying to cling to the last of his cruelty but failing as he lets his emotions sway his judgement.

You sigh, flipping your hand over so that your fingers can fully intertwine.

"I just don't know how I could ever take up any space in your mind. I didn't think you noticed whether I stayed or left."

He looks up, flashing you a mildly offended look, his sharp eyes narrowing. He scoffs quietly, dropping your hand and standing up from his desk. He walks over to you, his full height now looming. He bends down and scolds you.

"What an obscene thing to say. You're invaluable. You have always been occupying my mind, every minute, every second, every microsecond. I always notice. I'd notice even if I was on my deathbed."

Your breath catches in your throat, and you finally manage to swallow the lump that's building up as you stare up at your reckoning.

"I just- I'd never try to leash you, sir."

His eyes soften, and he tilts his head slightly. You drive him mad with the way you don't realize what a dog he is for you. His voice comes out strained.

"You wouldn't need to. And don't call me that. You know my name, and as your superior l'm ordering you to address me properly."

Your cheeks flush, and you part your lips, letting out the breath you can't stop holding. A faint smile appears on your face, and you stand up slowly to meet him.

"You're like the moon, you know? You control everything like the tides. You control me, Osamu."

He shakes his head, and sighs deeply. If only you could see how wrong you were. He steps closer, moving his hand up your arm gently as he trails his way to your collarbone with ghost-like strokes.

"Did you know that sometimes when I'm laying in bed, all alone after a long day of controlling things, my only thoughts are about you?"

He confesses, sincerely. Dazai brings his face inches from yours, his voice now becoming a pleading whisper. His hand travels down to your waist, gripping it gently.

"Do you find it hard to believe that you bring me to my knees, the big scary Port Mafia boss? Because if so, you're a great fool! I love spending my time with you. I quite literally need you by my side in my times of need and at any random and mundane moment that passes. It brings me unimaginable joy when you nag me to get more sleep, especially when I don't listen because I can't wait to hear you say it over and over again. I don't like it when you have plans, or when you report to anyone else but me. I want you to stay with me tonight and every single night after and I don't care how awful this sounds. I don't care about you having a life outside of me."

Your throat feels tight, eyes wide at the fervor of his words alone. You reply with a shaky breath.

"Every single night after?"

"Every. Single. Night. After..."

"As if we were together?"

"We are together." He declares as if it were obvious this entire time.

Hearing Dazai be so blunt makes your mind fog over quickly, a whiplash of feelings that you never thought would ever see the light of day suddenly surface. He feels the same, realizing how much he's given away to you in such a short amount of time, but for him it's been rotting inside for years. He's been held together by the glue of your support too long not to kneel for you now. It's over for him, he's run out of masks to wear. He slowly guides your body backwards towards the opulent leather couch at the center of the room. You stop when you feel yourself backing up into the cool pebbled hide, and he slowly lowers you down onto your back with his arms supporting you. He delicately hovers over you, looking deeply into your eyes as he takes in the way your bodies feel against each other. For a moment he worries he might actually be trembling.

His breath hitches when you place a hand on the bandaged side of his face that covers his left eye. You stroke the fabric lightly, eyes twinkling with unfiltered adoration. He thinks about the only other person who's ever looked at him with such reverence, and how painful it is not to be able to tell his best friend he's in love. He leans into your touch, humming softly and closing his eyes as he molds his lips deeply into yours. It's not a kiss of sexual desire. This is a kiss born of romance and intimacy, a mutual oath of surrender. cold bandaged hands instinctively wander your body, starting at the waist down to your hips, and slowly exploring the plush of your thighs, kneading them. He runs them higher, lightly tracing your ribs with his index finger while the other hand cups your face. Dazai's mouth moves gently, and slowly pulls away from yours with a soft whine. His fingers trace your jawline as he stares at you. You taste like milk and honey. Like the moon and rain. He smiles at you, eyes sparkling like the night sky. You feel his heartbeat against your body. Every single pore of your skin is connected.

"Please— don't leave the Port Mafia, and don't leave me alone... Not tonight. Not ever. I'd become a tyrant without you."

"Is that also an order?" You murmur in between shallow breaths, dreamy eyes trained on him.

His eyes flicker over to your lips for a moment, then return to your eyes. His voice drops to something that resembles a soft whimper.

"Noo. No, it's not. I could never demand anything from you. But if you'll allow me to act selfishly, I just want to make you happy, to see you smile. I want you to keep greeting me with that tea you make every morning before our meetings. I also never want to hear you call me 'Sir' again. I am not your boss or your friend... I'm so much more than that. We've always been together. We will always be together— Is this too much?"

You shake your head, smiling uncontrollably at the way Dazai rambles in this moment, it's a side of him you've never seen in all the years you've known him. A stark contrast from the detached and cruel presence that frightens others on an almost daily basis. This seems like a person pretending to be the boss of the Port Mafia, an almost perfect imitation. You're not sure what barriers within him had to break for him to become the mushy and needy mess you see before you and what it all means in the long run, but you dismiss it for now. You get the feeling this might be the real Osamu Dazai. And that excites you.

"Never too much. I'm here and I'm staying. I would always stay."

He chuckles, it's a broken shaky laugh bordering on a sob. He buries himself in your neck, smiling against your soft skin, nibbling on it. He lightly runs his tongue against the mark he leaves, and slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours

"... I know you would. You always do."

You tilt your head, and hum in mild confusion at his odd little comment.

"Do you know something I don't?"

He flashes you a knowing smile and speaks prophetically as he lightly traces a finger over a large vein on your neck, following it down to your soft chest. He murmurs lazily while bringing his lips down to where he won't be able to get them off for the rest of the night.

"I know everything, silly.~"

The Port Mafia can wait, he's going home first.

[abnomi]

EVERY REASON (that i can think of) AS TO WHY TURBO/KING CANDY IS NEURODIVERGENT 💥💥

i would like to make a disclaimer first and foremost about the obvious, being that Turbo/King Candy is heavily implied to have narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) and antisocial personality disorder (ASPD). Very often, characters with these disorders are portrayed as villains, and Turbo is no exception to this. There's nothing wrong with antagonistic characters having said disorders, per se, but when the only representation available for people with these conditions are found in characters you're not supposed to root for, it can be really disheartening. i won't be erasing these parts of him because i feel it would be in poor taste to gloss over those core elements of who he is, but plz keep in mind that having any kind of personality disorder doesn't make anyone inherently evil!!!🌞 your ACTIONS make you, not your brain

Also if anyone has any suggestions or other ideas for his neurodiversity, i would love to hear them! please do share!! I LOVE PSYCHOANALYZING CHARACTERS AND HEARING OTHER PEOPLE PSYCHOANALYZE THEM !!!! YAY🎉 if u agree or disagree with any of my points I'd love to discuss them further :-]

without further ado... click read more to find out…😈 be ready for a lot of reaches

💥 ADHD 💥

STIMMING

Turbo's constantly moving around in some way; he's a very expressive character! even as King Candy, he can't seem to conceal his frequent giggling. it's a big habit of his; he seems to do it involuntarily to regulate himself, including when he's nervous or uncomfortable.

he seems to display other repetitive behaviors as well, like doing his iconic thumbs-up pose, sticking out his tongue, or hopping around gleefully. he is but a jovial court jester..

i personally like to think that his phrases, "Turbo-tastic!" and "Have some candy!" are vocal stims of his, although i equally really love the interpretation that these (and the aforementioned stims) are tics :-]

another headcanon; i think it would make a lot of sense for him to have an oral fixation of some sort (ignoring the whole sigmund freud part of the term ermm...); just lots of biting, chewing, needing to have something in his mouth. It would align with the whole idea that he smokes, too

HYPERACTIVITY

we can clearly see throughout the film that Turbo has a lot of energy, made abundantly clear by his mannerisms and general behavior. he's constantly moving, using exaggerated expressions and gestures to communicate + express himself. He's one of the most animated and bouncy characters in the movie, next to Vanellope! it's silly how a character not very grounded in reality is such a threat, but i suppose that's what makes him so threatening in the first place...

another factor in this is how he is very adrenaline-seeking, craving activities that give him a rush (sugar rush...😂😂). more on that in a bit!!

HYPERFIXATION

Turbo's fixation with winning is all-consuming for him; it's an obsession. he doesn't appear to care about much else, if anything besides it. this could be interpreted as a hyperfixation for him (or special interest if ur all about that autism lifestyle), as it overtakes all of his focus and impedes every process of his mind.

it's clear that racing is much more than a passion for him, and while that fact is due to how he was programmed, it's a major character trait of his regardless that could be correlated to neurodivergence.

HYPERFOCUS

There seems to be a big theme of "all or nothing" when it comes to Turbo. he will either be fully dedicated to something or brush it aside without a second thought. it can't be denied that he fully wraps himself up in what he wants, whether it's a conflict he can't let go of or a new pursuit he's hungrily chasing after. 

ultimately, his dedication varies depending on if it is relevant to him and his interests or not, but this aspect of him still shares patterns with neurodivergent thought processes.

INSTANT GRATIFICATION

Seeing as he has a tendency to cheat in his use of code to spawn in whatever his heart desires, it can be assumed that this could do with Turbo wanting instant gratification to fill that bitter, empty void inside of him. while this could simply be brushed aside as greed and his belief that he is obligated to have access to whatever he wants, this trait is consistent with his generally dopamine-seeking behavior and wanting to be instantly rewarded by his actions. His obsession with needing to feel good directly relates to his need for another buzz, constantly after the next rush. (a sugar rush if you will☺☺☺)

ADRENALINE-SEEKING

Closely related to the previous speculation, Turbo always seems to be chasing his next high. he loves the thrill of action and being surrounded by crowds of people below him. it's why his big thing is racing! people cheer him on, he can do whatever he wants, he can go really fast and look cool..

it's possible that a big aspect of why he does this is to distract himself from any kind of pain, because pain = vulnerability. bro does NOT know how to independently cope with his own problems.. HE MAD AS HELLLLL!!! 😂😂

STRUGGLE WITH SELF CARE

(i know this is reaching but bear with me... 🐻) going off of his appearance and tendency to make poor decisions, it can be gathered that this man lacks skill in the self care department. his yellowing teeth and sunken eyes not only serve to complement his design, but also give way to the idea that he neglects himself in favor for whatever weird scheme he's up to.

of course, Turbo does prioritize himself above everyone else, but he doesn't strike me as the type to care much about how others think he smells. him being a bother to anyone isn't a concern of his. he cares about whatever gets him the most praise and attention from as many people as possible, which is winning and racing. Who cares about how clean he is when he's up on a podium holding a shiny, golden trophy, anyway?

It's likely that he had to step his game up when he went under disguise as king candy, which is why he looks well-groomed in comparison to his more corpse-like appearance. Ugly hoe. it can also be assumed that he's had more time to focus on himself because everyone loves him without question... Well, except for Vanellope, but who cares about her, right?

also, i know he makes a condescending comment to Ralph about how bad his breath smells, but it's made abundantly clear that Turbo is a massive hypocrite. his comment doesn't erase the possibility that he has suffered from such "halitosis" as well.

💥 ANXIETY 💥

GENERAL ANXIOUS BEHAVIOR

i know, i know, this could technically be chalked up to be "Turbo is nervously giggling and shit because he's scared of getting caught," but guys. g

even in the flashback scene, we can see how easily stressed he can become in an alarmingly short period of time. he is extremely insecure, therefore i am led to believe he is not only emotionally dysregulated, but also by extension, anxiety ridden.

yes, this is purely speculative, but who's to say that he wasn't like this before? being high-strung and intense are significant facets of his personality consistently portrayed throughout the film. as long as he is getting exactly what he wants, he is happy; the moment he loses even a blip of control, however, he immediately grows extremely tense.

if Turbo wasn't anxious about his disguise as King Candy before, he was anxious about how much attention he was receiving on a given day. if not that, then he'd be anxious over how he presents himself. He hates how he can't control how other people perceive him, which is why he is constantly trying to act like he's better than he is.

its why he justifies his behavior to himself, proudly making others refer to him as the "rightful ruler" of sugar rush and relishing in the attention of his countless underlings. Any secure and stable person would NOT ACT LIKE THIS!!!!😭😭😭

FIGHT OR FLIGHT

As we can see a handful of times on screen, Turbo's instinct to protect himself is very easily activated.

 his fear manifests in anger and aggression. we can see at multiple points how easy it is to upset him or fluster him; his anger is one side of the same coin, the opposite end being his fear and paranoia.

Going off of this point, have you noticed that Turbo is either satisfied or furious without much of an in-between? how the second something isn't under his manipulation, he lashes out and fights back? I'm led to believe that this is how he responds to fear (AAUAAYAUUUUGGHHH 🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡🐡). This guy is so against the idea of being vulnerable, that even when afraid, he will utilize violence to regain his dominance over the situation at hand.

CONTROL + PARANOIA

Turbo's always trying to writhe or fight his way out of uncomfortable situations, unable to exist outside of his comfort zone for seconds at a time.

his defensive, paranoid, and controlling behavior are all reflections of how deeply insecure this man is. He feels such an intense need for everything to go exactly how he expects it to go that the moment he senses any kind of threat, he instantly jumps to defend himself and what he feels that he has "earned," regardless of whether there truly is a threat or not.

this could potentially be a coping mechanism for his anxiety and sense of stability; can't forget to mention how territorial he is!! he jumps to conclusions about what others' intentions are before they even get a chance to reply, as seen with his first encounter with Ralph in the movie. 

the racer is so internally discombobulated that he seeks any sense of stability on his environment, including on those around him. his sense of self is so warped that he copes with constant distraction; being under the spotlight, being actively racing, having to be showered with attention, having others make him feel good because he doesn't know how to do it for himself. he needs to feel like everything is under control, lest everything falls apart.

"...if there's ONE thing I can't abide, it's ANYTHING out of order!"

💥 NPD 💥

INFLATED SENSE OF SELF IMPORTANCE

Turbo's most in-your-face trait above all else. It's made more than crystal clear in every scene he's in that his arrogance is a determining factor in how he interacts with others. This is exactly what drives him to desperately crave admiration, to chase after others he's envious of because he thinks he is obligated to take what they have.

he seems to genuinely think he is entitled to get whatever he wants, just because he is inherently "special" or "better" than everyone else. Why else would he have made himself a king, a step above princess?

EXCESSIVE NEED FOR ADMIRATION

Turbo's self worth is COMPLETELY dependent on the opinions of children and teenagers. I think i don't need to say any more than that, but i will. (Evil).

As cartoonishly massive as his ego is, i think that it's fair to assume that Turbo has a very unstable sense of self, distorting his perception of his own worth down with it. his near-constant flaunting and need to be the best is a dead giveaway to his deeply-ridden self-doubt. The foundation of his stability is built around how "good" he is (at racing and winning), how powerful he is, whether or not he is being prioritized above everyone else, whether or not he is the absolute best, etc. etc.

The racer outright manipulates others to shower him with admiration and undeserved appreciation. He is incapable of forming a true sense of internal value, instead heavily and codependently relying on others to form it for him. if he isn't the best, he may as well just be nothing.

INTENSE JEALOUSY

He reacts so severely to what he perceives as others taking away what is rightfully his that it only goes to solidify my previous points even further. the second someone else is getting more attention than him, Turbo will bend over backwards to rip back the praise he believes he so rightly deserves.

being extremely competitive, he will one-up against anyone he thinks of as a threat, dedicating himself to taking them down to the best of his ability, and making sure they STAY down to top it all off.

INABILITY TO HANDLE CRITICISM

if we really dissect the entire one-off joke with Turbo insisting that his stolen pink castle is actually "salmon," along with all of his other domineering behaviors, we can garner that he is very persistent in how he wants others to view him. i wholeheartedly believe that this would translate into him not only being defensive over his supposed "ownership" of Sugar Rush, but also over himself and his own insecurities.

He needs to feel good about himself or else he will die and quite literally try to kill everyone.

LACK OF EMPATHY

He appears to have a fondness for making jokes in very poor taste. Turbo has a big sense of humor, but it's always at the expense of others. Be it a pun about a "fungeon," or jumping to protect himself with a joke about "hitting a guy with glasses," he has a tendency to take serious situations very lightly. It's not that he's unaware of the weight of it; he simply doesn't take it Seriously.

its admittedly impressive how he was able to feign empathy so well for Ralph; it goes to show how he is very capable of understanding that what he's doing is wrong, but ultimately does nothing to change his behavior because it doesn't impact him personally. 

i would like to honor this part of him, because even in the possible alternate path of a redemption arc, his struggle with empathy can be explored in a variety of interesting ways :-] he can understand complicated emotions and situations on an analytical level, but he doesn't feel for them unless it has to do with him specifically. (this obviously doesn't make him inherently evil, his ACTIONS make him evil)

💥 ASPD 💥

LACK OF REMORSE/GUILT

One of Turbo's core characteristics is just how far he is willing to go for his own self-interest with lack of regard for how it impacts everyone else. he has absolutely no concern for how anyone else feels besides himself, willing to go so far as to attempt to mutilate a 9-year-old to achieve his petty goals.

Turbo is shameless when it comes to how he goes about getting his way. While I'd like to believe he isn't fully incapable of feeling regret, he doesn't showcase feeling it in the movie itself. The most regret he'll feel is when he slips up and exposes himself. anything else is the fault of everyone else; he is untouchable in his eyes.

DECEITFUL TENDENCIES + LYING

Where do i even start with this one.

well, first of all, let's acknowledge the... erm, horse? in the room? 🐎😅(Please someone help me there is a horse in my room help helphel) being that Turbo went under disguise as King Candy for at least a decade. Even before this, there's a good chance that he's already had plenty of experience with lies and manipulation. i'd be willing to bet on this!!

one of his specialties is being proficient in manipulation, be it the code of games or the minds of people. theyre basically the same thing to him, anyway... I'm sure you all know the scene where he uses 16 manipulation tactics against Ralph and wins. this was Obviously not the first time he'd done this.

REPETITION OF HARMFUL BEHAVIORS

Time and time again, Turbo can't seem to help himself when it comes to poor decision-making. he never internalizes that his bad choices aren't JUST bad for others, but also for himself, continuing to escalate further and further into very dangerous behaviors until he literally dies.

Here's a list of bad decisions he has made! (at least, that we know of)

Pinning himself above his peers

Harassment + stalking

Carelessly charging through GCS with his car, endangering countless civilians

Attempting to take over a game that isn't his x2

Vehicular manslaughter

Implied mass murder + attempted murder, attempted mutilation

Mass endangerment

Breaking and entering, theft, usurpation, plagiarism

and more!!!!!!!

AND HE LEARNS FROM ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THIS!!! with some of the items listed here, he's attempted to do multiple times! Absolute buffoon.

RECKLESS DISREGARD FOR SAFETY OF SELF AND OTHERS

Considering how he was willing to charge into a game that wasn't his own with the awareness that it could permanently kill him, going as far as to recklessly crash into another car (albeit it's possible this was unintentional), it's easy to gather that he doesn't seem to consider anyone's safety at all in the spur of the moment.

IMPULSITIVITY

his impulsivity and disregard for safety both go hand-in-hand. When it gets to a certain point, Turbo's emotions will boil over and blow up in a cold rage, thus causing him to spiral and act on impulse, becoming a detrimental force to himself as well as everyone around him.

What's interesting is how much restraint he is capable of; he typically is very strategic in how he orchestrates his plans! but once he reaches his breaking point, he snaps and leaves all of his hard work behind in favor of something that calls for his immediate attention.

💥 ETC. 💥

extra tidbits i didnt have enough energy to fully delve into :-]

BPD

Fear of abandonment

Blurry sense of identity

Feelings of emptiness

Self destructive tendencies

Emotional instability

Explosive anger

ODD (oppositional defiant disorder)

He seems so infatuated with his own autonomy that he gets to the point of being resistant and defiant

Resisting against the rules of the world that he directly caused as a result of his own actions, being that one shouldn't "go Turbo."

Enjoys upsetting/getting a rise out of others. this is more speculative as i am going off of the assumption that he thinks pissing people off is funny, based on his other behavioral patterns. (cruel sense of humor, wanting to feel above others via control & manipulation, enjoyment of inflicting pain onto others)

Forcefully defends himself and refuses any kind of criticism

Lashes out when he feels slighted

Excessive persistence despite all odds, whether it's beneficial to him or not

ok bye!! thank you if you managed to read this far ^^ peace and love take care of yourself! all in all turbo is so neurodivergent ok please Okay <3 get this thing his meds

[hudson-fabulous-hornet]

> Old men who can't go three seconds without being snarky to anyone four feet from them...

> I have no idea if cars have some grey base coat that's temporary like the human equivalent to casting but if so thats so epicsauce. Comics are not for the weak (Me I am the weak).

[fresanita]

Angel Dust Turns Human Pt8

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7

IM SO SORRY FOR THE QUALITY OMG💔 this is so embarrassing; I was uploading the images through my laptop (cuz it's more efficient), and I thought it would look the same on my phone; I guess not☹️...I PROMISE it looks better when you press the images (IM SO SORRYYY😓!!!)

Anyways, it's confirmed now! Angel was deffo a cannibal: like father like son🫡. Idk if I'll explore any further on this topic - as I don't think it'd be something angel would prefer to delve any further about (which will be shown), however just know that he did eat humans unknowingly before knowingly🤫! The first time he eats a human is the exact moment Alastor decided he'd keep the boy to himself once and for all: a declaration🙂!

BEFORE ANYONE ASKS!! Ik vaggie asking Angel about the human thing seems abrupt, but she's a smart gal - also Alastor totally revealed the cannibalism through the joke he told so she was deriving from that and Al's whole behavior going on w Angel‼️ Sorry if the pacing seems rushed, I've just been😮‍💨😮‍💨

Don't judge me for how I drew the food on Angel's plate; I know it literally looks like a lump of shit, but pity me for Idk how to draw food😐...

Sorry this part was short, but I hope you liked it!!!♡

!Taglist: @diffidentphantom @cloversnstrawberries @birthrightversemain @dawn-sky-collective

[sunray-screaming]

my heart hurts so much for nick and tara and tori in this season of heartstopper because literally no one seems to notice that they’re not doing okay

there’s just the moment at the halloween party where nick just is not interested in anything (and I think tao’s the only one who noticed) and then tara’s panic attack on charlie’s birthday (which charlie and then darcy helped her through) but there’s never any follow-up, and the ferris wheel ride doesn’t actually address anything tori’s experiencing outside of michael. no one ever, ever reaches out to them afterwards, checks up on them, understands that there is something wrong.

and for tara and nick especially I feel like that support has to come from someone outside the group, from a trusted adult, ‘cause I honestly don’t think teenagers are equipped to help them without their own emotions getting in the way (unless they help each other but that defeats the purpose!)

and I hope so much that the next season addresses all of this (I haven’t read any of the books / original content so I’m really going in the dark here) but I am so, so scared that they just. won’t.

[nectorbruise]

I had the sudden urge to sit down and draw Biana Vacker. Ive always wanted to draw her, but when I’d open ibis, my brain would blank. So here she is, now, in all her glory.

[dorian-gaye]

It's not everyone, and it's not always, but it is fucking annoying when it happens.

The canine lady isn't supposed to look like anyone in particular, this is just The Vibe (tm) I get from the kind of people who equate Queerness with Femininity Posted 22nd September, 2024

[anartisticalniche]

also to thank yall for your patience ill drop some silly doodles of the crew

and uuuuh- some angst-

:3

[writinganon1]

This is called I went insane! enjoy :)

@cokoweee

O, now, for ever. Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content.

Othello, Act 3 Scene 3

~

Water licked against his arms as he floated there silently, occasionally wiggling his fingers to create ripples that lapped against his face. 

The heating lamp above the tank rotated to heat the rest of the water. Pushing off the wall to follow the direct rays he let his head dip under the water. Warmth rushed over his head, his legs flicking momentarily underwater as he let himself sink beneath the ripples. 

A smile spread across his face.

It was so nice to be here again. Nothing but him and the water. 

The door to the room opened with a squeal. He sank deeper, hoping she would look over him and leave him be. 

He swore violently as a hard plastic ball hit his head with surprising accuracy. Reluctantly floating back to the top, he let his head barely break the water's surface and glared at Kendra. 

“ I made dinner. Eat some of it.”  She paused, eyes sweeping over the deck of the tank. “With me so I know you did.”

“I already ate today.”

She groaned and kicked at the water. “Two rice cakes, a mango, and a bag of oranges do not count as eating. One meal. K’mon, we agreed to this.” 

“M’not hungry.” 

“I will drag you to the kitchen worm. Do not doubt me.” 

He let air hiss from his mouth softly and flopped to his stomach, letting his feet rise to the top of the water. He kicked in a single swift motion to reach the bottom of the murky pool water. Propelling off the gritty pool floor, he shot himself upward through the water toward the deck. He kicked twice, his legs close together, arms held tightly in front, soaring through the water. When he was able to see the light again, he let his arms fall to his side and let his head bob up to the top. He shook his head to get rid of excess water he swung a leg over the ledge of the pool and climbed out.

“Dramatic much,” Kendra grumbled, water beads dripping rhythmically from her hair. “I know you can get out normally. I’m on to you.” 

He shrugged, wrapping a large towel over his shoulders and dragging his feet over the rough pool deck. “Turtle stuff. You wouldn’t get it.” 

She rolled her eyes and quietly followed him, mumbling all the way.

She threw a pair of sweatpants at his back. “Put on some pants you big slut!” 

He held up his hand, letting the longest of the three stick up. 

“Did you just give me the middle finger?” She laughed. “Do you even have a middle finger?” 

He turned his head, scowling at her laughing face as she overtook him on the walk to the kitchen. “I’d say go to Hell, but they’d hate you too.” 

“I’m gonna pop the soup in the oven.” She looked him up and down. “You stop being a whore.” 

He called back, waving the pants over his head. “ I am a proud slut!”

He paused as the smell of the pants hit his nose. 

Lavender. 

It definitely wasn’t his detergent. He just got whatever Drax claimed was the cheapest. Had she been washing his clothes? He’d honestly assumed Sheldon had been doing most of it for him, but Sheldon knew better than to use her detergent. Why would she do that for him? 

He pulled them over his legs, his mind twisting in circles as he shuffled into the dimly lit kitchen. Snapping his fingers quietly, the lights burned a brighter hue, purple flickering in occasionally through the yellow light bulb. 

Kendra placed a bowl of soup in front of him, sliding it towards him when he didn’t immediately start eating. He placed his hand on his chin, lowering it slightly towards her as he pulled it away. Thank you

She nodded briefly before sitting down next to him, her own bowl of soup in front of her. 

“What's wrong?”

He frowned, ladling soup into his mouth as she watched him. He didn’t need to bother her with what he was dealing with. Didn’t need to weigh her down. 

So he smiled instead, his lips curling upward ever so slightly as he moved his hands. He brought a hand to his chin again, this time letting his fingers rest just below his face as he curled them into an O, his fingers expanding outward as he moved them away from his face. Nothing. 

Kendra’s frown deepened as she translated his hand motions. “You’re not talking. Something is wrong. You were just talking a second ago. What happened?” 

He paused, the soup on his spoon dripping into the bowl beneath it, as he conjured up the strength. 

“Why are you still here?”

“Hmm?”

“I mean it. Don’t play dumb. Why are you still here? With me. Dealing with all of this?” He waved his arm around the poorly lit kitchen, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I could have given you enough to move out and get a place of your own. But you stayed here. Why?”

She stayed silent, rolling her eyes as she went back to eating her soup.

Maybe this wasn’t the time to have this conversation. She seemed happy. There was no need to ruin her night. 

He cursed silently as a hiss fell from his mouth. There was no getting out of it now. Kendra looked over, almost on cue, her head tilted in question. 

“Don’t you ever get tired of this?”

“Of what?”

“I don’t know…taking care of me.” He lowered his head as heat flushed his cheeks. “Doesn’t it ever get too much?”

Her head tilted further, eyes softening as she watched him flounder over his own words, silent nonetheless.

“I wouldn't have had dinner if you hadn’t made it tonight. Isn’t that pathetic? Don’t you want someone else? Someone who can take care of you the way you deserve? Why me?” 

Silence filled the kitchen, her eyes following his head as he sank to the counter to rest his forehead against the cool granite.

She was not a broken thing like him. She had cracks along her face sure, but she was still beautiful. Still perfect and stunning. Perhaps those lines allowed her to understand him in some way. The way he felt for her when she opened up. 

But he- he was broken. Chips taken from his heart, from his soul. They could not be replaced by time. They were forever gone and he was forever broken. No one would fill those cracks. For his were not relationships lost, but people he would never hold again. 

No amount of love would bring them back. 

“I’m not mad at you you know?” She said softly, her hand reaching to his hand, fingers twisting with his. “I should’ve said something.”

“I’m sorry.” 

She scooted closer, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I’ll listen.” 

Of course she would. She would always be there for him. In some form or fashion, she’d be there. He couldn’t do the same for her. It was pitiful. And yet she was still here. 

“Do you hate me?” He asked quietly, pushing her head away from him.

She paused, her hand outreached, inches away from his arm. “I hate what you have allowed yourself to become.  Nothing but a plastic bag floating in the wind. No purpose, just going where the wind blows you.” She punched him, her eyes flickering with anger. “ It’s ridiculous. I know you’re more than this. I know it and I want to see that man. I want to see you back in that lab of yours making things you love.”

“I can’t.” He whispered, 

“Why not?” She pressed, holding his arm like he would float away if she didn’t force him closer. 

Looking to the side he stared at the hallway leading to the lab. “If I make something it has to be perfect. It has to be amazing and useful.”

“You can’t just make things for fun?

“It had to make up for the fact it came from me.”

She yanked her hand away, lips curling in disgust. 

She believed it too then. That he was nothing more than a disappointment. There was no harm in continuing. She was sure to leave after this. After she saw who he was. 

“I am not the same person you met all those years ago. With a want and passion for life. Building things on a whim while I pretended I was someone I wasn’t. I’ll never be him again. He’s-”

Her face hardened suddenly. “Don’t tell me you’re not the same person I met years ago like it’s a bad thing. I am not the same girl you fought in the streets. Change may not be easy, but it’s not for the worse either.”

He blinked slowly. It was true. She had taken time to become better. She’d worked hard to overcome her past and become someone new. But he had just sat there. Wasted away while the world passed around him. Fought dozens of battles. Won dozens more. And for what? There was no real purpose to it. 

 Just anger. 

Just emptiness. 

Just pain. 

He was no butterfly. Locking himself away from the world like she had, emerging something better, something beautiful. Taking to her new life like a fish to water. He was no beautiful creature. 

He was a worm. Aimlessly wandering through the dirt. Stopping often to sit and ponder. What did worms think about? Probably their worm brethren. Or worm sisters perhaps? No matter. Worms were gross and he was one. He liked to wiggle around on the floor too. Dirt was nice. He would probably have to bury himself in the mud after this conversation anyway.

He looked back up to see her staring at him, her eyes full of compassion. 

Taking a deep breath he continued. “They left and suddenly things changed. I didn’t want to get up in the morning. There was no one there to greet me. My hair got long. I didn’t cut it. I didn’t care. I stopped building things. It wasn’t fun anymore. I couldn’t bear making something that wasn’t for them. I didn’t care for the company my dad fought too hard to give me. The house got messy. I didn’t clean it.  It took- it takes, so much effort to do anything. My dad started coming less and less. He probably hated me for a while. Life hated me. That I know.” He paused. “I suppose I hated myself too. “

Her hand reached out again. “You’re always going be sad about what happened to them. We can’t fix that, can we? But it doesn’t mean you made the wrong choice back then. It’s just something you have to carry.” She wrapped her fingers around his nubs. ” It hurts to let go. But maybe it also hurts to hold on so tight? It’s a fine line you balance Tello, and I think you have a foot on both sides. You shouldn’t expect to be able to balance it perfectly.   And eventually, we’ll work on setting it all down, but let’s try to deal with carrying what you have for now ok?”

He stared, eyes brimming over with tears. How could he ever manage to balance the now with what had happened all those years ago? He couldn’t let go of them, they were a piece of him. And yet- they were holding him back from truly living. 

She climbed from her chair to sit on the counter in front of him, forcing him to look at her. “I’m not asking you to endure this on your own. I’m aware that it’s hard, I know all too well. But I know that enduring this will bring the outcome I want to see most.” 

“Which is?”

Reaching out, she cupped his face gently. “You. Caring about yourself and not just the ones closest to you.” 

“I’m sorry” He whispered, turning away. 

She moved his head back to look at her. “I’m not upset with you. I’m just sad. Sad that you think you don’t matter to me. I want you here. But you’re locked up in that little world of yours so often that I don’t get to see you.” She slid her hand down to his cheek, cupping it once more. “I like it when we see you. You know that right? Sometimes I try knocking. And you’ll open the door a crack and you just sort of stare for a second and then disappear right back in your little hidey hole.” She tightened her grip ever so slightly. “What can I do for you to stay outside?” 

“Wait for me.” His voice comes out choked and small. “Wait for me. I need you to wait for me. And I’m sorry that it’s taking so long and that it’s going to take so long. You really don’t have to stay for me.” 

“I’ll always wait. Even if it takes twenty years or a lifetime. I’ll wait for you. And if you are too tired to speak then let me sit by you.” She leaned her forehead against his. “I too am familiar with the silence.”  

The dam burst. 

Tears fell faster than he could wipe them away. 

“I am lonely Kendra. Even with you here next to me, I feel so hopelessly alone. There is nothing I can do to fill the void I feel. I’ve tried everything. It just gets deeper and deeper and I continue to drown. Nothing I do lets me swim.” He swiped at his face furtively as tears dripped down his face.”  I feel so empty, so- so drained. I can’t describe to you what I feel because it would make no difference. There is nothing. Nothing you can do to fix it.” He gestured to himself. “To fix me.” 

He will always be a fragile thing. A caged bird with broken wings. He had built that cage himself of course. Broken his own wings as he let himself slide deeper and deeper into the void of crushing loss. Broken birds did not fly. 

He certainly never would. 

Kendra moved from the counter to his lap, her legs dangling over the seats edge. 

She wrapped her arms around him, head in the crook of his neck, words breathed softly against his skin.  “Maybe you do not need fixing. You’re a mess of good intentions. I can see it. I don’t know why you can’t.”

He pushed her away again. “I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of.”

“Mmm?” 

“I hurt people in the Nexus. I did it just to feel something but I didn’t even feel anything. Just anger that my brothers weren’t there.” Running his fingers through his hair he leaned his head back.  “I killed some of those people in cold blood Ken.”

She pressed closer, placing his hands around her. 

He melted against her, body racked with sobs. “Do you want to know something? Rock bottom isn’t as bad as they say it is. It’s a nice place to rest your head. No one expects a thing from you. You can look up and admire the sky. Admire the beauty of the world passing around you. Climbing up from rock bottom is what’s hard. People expect you to be what you were before you fell. But I don’t think I’ll ever be that again. And it hurts. It hurts to fall.” His chest heaved with hiccups as he tightened his grip on her, tail curled around her leg. “Because the climb up isn’t easy. It’s hard and I’ve scraped my knees and torn my hands to shreds and all I have to show for it is this.” He gestured around the dingy kitchen hopelessly. “Looking up was safer than wondering when I’d fall again. I don’t like this. Is that awful of me? To want to go back sometimes. When I was just nothing.” 

There's silence again. She holds him, letting his tears soak her shirt as he does nothing for her. He was such an idiot. Spilling his heart out to someone who had her own struggles. She never told him about her life. Would he ever get to know about her past? Other than the spats they’d had the in streets all those years ago. 

“I’m sorry” He choked out.

“For what?” She whispered against his head. 

“...Being me”

Pulling him impossibly closer she took a deep breath. “Grief never leaves, maybe it starts to feel less like stabbing at your heart and more like a hand helping you through life. I think you need to look at where you were a few months ago. You’ve come so far and I’m so, so proud of you.”

“You can leave. You don’t have to stay here with me.” 

“Othello Von Ryan one more word out of you about me leaving and I will personally drop-kick you onto the freeway.” She said, her voice dripping with sweetness. 

“There are simply no words suitable for what I need to say to you. Maybe we were never meant to fall in love. Maybe we were meant to stay enemies, friends at most. But here we are and I managed to fall for you. And I fell hard. You were never supposed to know about my childish crush on you. But you did, and now we’re here acting like two strangers fumbling through their life stories while we fall apart in each other's arms.” 

She laughed, her voice thick with emotion. “ That’s why I’m here. I am going to love you in all your moments. Whether you are fighting to keep your head above water, or soaring through the waves I will be here. Do you understand? I want to be here with you. I want your mess as much as I want the rest of you. I’m not leaving because I don’t want to. This is where I belong. I fell in love with you not because you were some sort of perfect man to fix all my problems. I fell in love with you because I saw how hard you tried. Because you let me see your imperfections and worked past them, pushing past your comfort to help me.” 

Her face pressed against his plastron, tears running down her face as she hugged him tighter. He watched as she held him close, as if her arms alone could hold him together. It was beginning to feel like they could. 

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled against her hair. 

“There’s nothing to apologize for.” She whispered against his neck. 

He leaned against her, a funny feeling in his chest. What a curious thing love was. So strong that it could make him forget his past. So gentle to caress his broken body. So perfect for the two broken people they were.

He wrapped his fingers in her hair, hard enough to feel her pulse beneath her skin. She immediately reciprocated, hand wandering to tangle in his hair, the other around his neck. 

“Can I ki-”

She cut him off, pressing her lips against his, quieting his words. 

He kissed her back, kissed with a desperation he didn’t know he had. Passionate and fierce; tender and questioning. 

Her lips were soft, pillowy against his, her smile pressed against his own. He could feel the tickle of her breath under his nose as he breathed her in. He moved off the stool, hands lowering to her hips to carry her. Her torso melted against his skin, breath hot against his face. 

Stumbling backward, tripping over the coffee table they’d placed there earlier, he fell backward onto the couch. She buried her face in his neck, laughing at his mishap while running her fingers over his shell. 

He shivered as she drew circles with her thumb, her other hand still tangled in his hair. 

“I’m not…” He spoke haltingly, voice raspy with fear. “Good enough for you.” 

“No one is perfect.” She mumbled, inclining her head to lean against his forehead. 

He brought his hands up to frame her jaw, their breath intermingling from the closeness. “I am more imperfect than most.”  

She leaned against him, pressing her lips to his. “I will love the deepest darkest parts of you. I will kiss away the pains your head causes you. I won’t leave. I will fall in love with you over and over. I don’t care how, where, or when, no matter how long it’s been your mine.” She murmured against his lips. 

Warmth blossomed in his chest, sparks flying as he watched the rise and fall of her breath. Kendra was his. 

Nothing else matters. Not the past conversation, not the salty tears streaking their cheeks. Nothing mattered but her. The way her body pressed against his, with every fiber and part of his being he wanted nothing more than her. 

Because it was Kendra. Kendra who tasted like home. Kendra who’s hands were soft and gentle. Kendra’s hands who would cradle his broken heart. Kendra who whispered her way through his mind. And it was Kendra who he’d focus his time on. She saw something in him that he couldn’t see in himself. But her lips held no lies. There must be something there that she was waiting for him to unlock. 

He hoped she would be there when he did. 

~

She loved me for the dangers I had pass’d. And I loved her that she did pity them. 

Othello Act 1 Scene 3 

-Writing anon 🤡

✨la de da de daaaaaa✨🧚@crowleys-pockets

[stranded-labyrinth]

you know what i think would be really funny

if Hannibal's manipulations were very successful, and so was his ability to hide his true nature. it all worked out perfectly...except--

Will does accept the darkness within himself. but he doesn't yet see the darkness residing in Hannibal. and so, he firmly believes that Hannibal, as the one and only person who had truly ever tried to help him, would be inherently tainted by being around him. and so he separates himself from him as much as possible.

and Hannibal is left there, bluescreening, wondering how he could have been so very successful and yet so...disappointed in how things turned out. and wondering how he is to fix this.

[myokk]

“Class, today we’re going to repot the baby mandrakes because they’re getting a bit too big for their current homes! Aren’t they cute?”

[syn4k]

one thing about me is that i will pause midthought during a conversation, utter a string of what outwardly appears to be utterly disjointed nonsense, and leave without any further warning or elaboration

[blitz0hno]

Times Milgram has implied 3 kayanosys alters sorted by how much of a stretch I think I'm making:

1. His chess piece in Deep Cover

Kotoko is a highly intuitive person - her subconscious has represented Mikoto with three distinct parts on his representative chess piece, and that could mean nothing, sure, but it's a possibility. also worth noting that when this breaks, it shows two prongs broken off, with the third missing. This is shown twice:

The paint splatters for that half are connected, while the other one that broke off was straying away. This is consistent enough for me to consider it a hint at something.

2. Backdraft, in which Mikoto has 3 lines of paint over him. The other guilty prisoners only get one. It looks eerily similar to the chess piece.

3. His birthday flowers. Everyone else got one distinct flower - Mikoto has 3. I don't remember what they all are but in the depths of Tumblr there's an analysis I'm sure I remember existing so shout-out to that mf.

both his prisoner number and birth date are divisible by 3 but that's a bit of a reach lol

4. These flashes in Double

Why 3 silhouettes? Why is one cut off? Could be for aesthetics, could be a clue.

3 eyes = 3 points of view? Mild stretch, but the art of Milgram strikes me as very very intentional. The repeated vertical "stacking" of the lines in Deep Cover, Backdraft, and these eyes remind me of the concept of structural/tertiary dissociation, but again a bit of a reach

4. His uniform

Would almost rank this above Double's visuals. Sure, nearly every prisoner has three vertical straps across the torso, but Mikoto has 3 horizontal straps across his waist and 3 on his wrists (worth noting that the third wrist strap is broken on the Double album cover, which matches the breakage in Deep Cover's MV). 3 stacked lines again. A pattern is a pattern I suppose.

5. A) how the fuck did he know to do this when Mikoto and John had no clue what was happening to them, B) we never see him with his hair like this after MeMe. He disappeared, like Mikoto is implied to be trying to do in Neoplasm. Presumably, he split and/or stopped fronting, resulting in the theoretical "other" two taking over.

6. This frame in Under: MEOWWWWWW BIIIIIG STRETCH!! He's holding up 3 fingers lol (also emphasizing the wrist straps). I'm reaching the way he reaches for his face under stress but it's Something

Some other things that are almost too minor to consider but I thought about them anyway because this project has driven me insane:

-repeated use of red-green-blue-specific coloring in both MeMe and Double

-John is associated with Christ imagery (crown of thorns graphic in Double, "savior" complex etc.), which is closely linked with the "Holy Trinity." The 3 aspects are all considered equally God, and at the same time, equally their own being. Never understood that until I understood plurality, even though we aren't religious anymore.

-3 prevalent major arcana - the Fool, the Hanged Man, and the Devil - in MeMe; followed up by Death at the end (drastic change).

- 9/3 = 3 (could be a coincidence). Also his bangs are divided into three parts (big stretch)

In conclusion either this all means absolutely nothing or I'm about to boost my "theory maker" credibility tenfold in t3 lmao only time will tell