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When you try to read a het transformers fanfic, but the concept, world building and dialogue are straight out from a cheap romance novel, or cliche drama shows
Yeah, I rather read Chinese Transformers fanfics using Google translate (There are some really good fics though)
#Yeah never again#Het fanfics in Transformers just bring me straight to drama show#M/m transformers fanfics do share the same issues#But it's obscured enough to feel alien#Transformers#Transformers fanfics
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New OC time, and for every person to call him an animal Wrau adds another tally to his shit list-
Ough fuck my hand broke
#wrau#vulpimancer#oc#ben 10 oc#ben 10#fanart#it was a very interesting challenge to make wrau look pissed without eyes but i couldnāt use human standards#i looked at angry dogs to reference a more canindea face to snarl with- especially since adult vulpimancers (outside of ben 10k) go lipless#(or perhaps are a particular clade but i like the lipless look)#i hope he looks pissed enough heās going to beat the shit out of you#itās hard to come up with alien names when literally all vulpimancer characters are unnamed save for hero titles#so i decided to based wrauās name off of a transliterated text of the sound that his name is#(by looking up what āwoofā is in different languages and just mixing and matching consonants and vowels)#on vulpin he goes solo and just fucks around in the numerad of intergalactic junk piles#real nasty places that tend to be avoided because sharp twisted metal and obscured vision does not mix well#that and the obvious āthere is nothing of value hereā plants donāt grow here animals donāt graze here there is nothing to live off of#vulpinic tortugans have been here a while and have done some stuff with engineering and mechanics but not as good as the tortugan settlers#who were the ones who got stuck on vulpin in the FIRST PLACE#so while vulpimancers donāt desire nor feel the need to develop technology as a whole theyāre apex predators already#(no i will not be debating their predator status- considering their teeth they have a varied diet if not a generalist species)#wrau wants to flip the bird to everyone else in the universe that turned his country into a landfill and forced his folk out of their land#they already gotta share with the weirdly hot mini towns of the tortugan who still have their eyes in the pitchblack planet#as a note: wrau is a weirdo and weirdo vulpimancers who metaphorically look to the stars are really just out to prove something#itās just that wrau specifically is anger incarnate even to the baseline irritation of interplanetary vulpimancers#who feel the universal perspective of vulpin in its entirety weigh on their shoulders and only their own#as even vulpinic tortugan cannot speak for them for they are a descendent species of the KNOWN tortugan noted for old planetary colonisation#yeet thatās a tag ramble an d i have no idea how cohesive that is yeet
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Hey, so for Watcher fans who may not wanna pay for another subscription or just wanna watch something new here are some other youtubers you should take a look at if you want to get a spook or learn some history
(* = potentially triggering topics covered usually associated with crimes, so be careful)
Ghost Hunting and general spooky vibes:
AmysCrypt - Your typical ghost hunting show with two Australians traveling the world, though I will say they do go to places I've never heard of before and they do very good research. And there are some goofs along with the spooks.
The Ouija Brothers - Two British dudes finding ghosts in England. The vibes are generally pretty chill and it's a good time
The Paranormal Scholar - A mixed bag of all paranormal happenings from ghosts to demons to cryptids and aliens. Sort of an overview to deepdives on various paranormal occurrences. The research is immaculate and their voice is very soothing in my opinion.
Paranormal Quest - Ghost hunting in the US, sometimes goofy sometimes serious, but they do go to some interesting places and some familiar ones too
Weird History:
ObsoleteOddity* - This guy is great, like 80% of the things he covers I've never heard of before. Very atmospheric, fun little visuals, and a large variety of weird events and people for topics.
Georgia Marie* - A little bit of everything, but she focuses on strange things that have happened, lgbt history, true crime, and historical disasters. She covers enough of everything that I'm sure you'll find something
Stefanie Valentine* - I'm not sure if she even posts anymore, but I thought what she was doing was great. Think Vampira or Elvira but for older true crime and ghost stories, I think the latest covered would have been like early 1900s. Idk I just thought it was like a cute spooky lil storytime
Caitlin Doughty or Ask A Mortician* - Pretty sure y'all would know who she is but just in case, she's a mortician who covers topics relating to death! From odd ways people have died, or odd things that have happened to people after they've died. And just odd or tragic things that have happened through history. It's silly, but done with levity and care and respect the topics deserve.
General History:
Part-Time Explorer - Mostly history on ships and ghost towns with the occasional train. Lots of research and interviews, very well done and worth checking out even if it may not be your thing.
History's Forgotten People - Talks about sometimes obscure, or sometimes not, historical individuals. Even if you've heard of the person in the topic, they'll talk on something obscure about that person.
History Tea Time with Lindsay Holiday - A heavy focus on royalty around the world, a generally upbeat dive into historic individuals.
(Or you could always go watch time team, that's an option and it's my guilty pleasure love me some archeology)
True Crime:
There are so many out there, so I'll just recommend two of my favorites
Gabulosis* - She focuses on vintage cases 20 years or older (literally in her opener) and is well researched and respectful. Another one that talks on cases I've never heard of that deserve to be heard.
Mysterious WV* - True crime and missing persons based in the West Virginia area and neighboring states. Idk how to even explain the vibes. This guy is just great please watch him trust me you won't be disappointed.
That's all for now, feel free to add your own recs out there!
#or you can just go watch night mind lol#watcher#ghost files#mystery files#puppet history#too many spirits#youtube recommendations#youtube recs#ghost hunting#history#true crime#let me know if you want any more
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cw: cigarette smoking/shotgun. IRL š¤¢ In fic? š«
I saw one photo and now this existsā¦enjoy š I told yāall to stop me and everything, but no one did. Tsk, tsk.
As if it wasn't hard enough working the late shift alone with your crush, he seemed to be going out of his way to push the limits of your self-control.
With his long curls twisted up in a bun, scraped off the back of his neck that was slick with sweat after the dinner rush, he pulled a cigarette from the pack in his apron pocket with his teeth.
His lips pursed to hold his smoke in place, brow knit in concentration, he hunched low over the gas range and craned his neck sideways. The bright orange flame of the burner flickered, mimicking the flicker of excitement in you.
He puffed a few times as the flames licked the end until it glowed and clouds of smoke obscured his features. Soft during this rare stretch of quiet where they were normally steely and rigid during service, his fists clenched as tight as his jaw and threatening to snap whatever cooking utensil he held in his hand right in half.
And while that certainly did something for you, it was much nicer seeing him like this. Looser, more at ease. More interested in shooting you flirty glances than in shouting out orders.
You sat at the end of the prep line watching his every move, side work long since abandoned. It was honestly absurd of them to expect you to roll silverware when Eddie was torturing you like this.
When he looked more delectable than anything on the menu. And likely twice as bad for you.
His head popped up suddenly, dark eyes landing on yours as he took a long drag, plucking the cig from between his lips to exhale.
"You're not gonna tell on me are you, sweet girl?" he asked, brow lifting as a sly smile curled his lips.
The pet name made your chest as hot as if you'd been stuck under the broiler, but you didn't dare let it show on your face. Much too early for that.
Besides, similar to Eddie's homemade ice cream, it would be so much sweeter if you made yourself wait just a little bit to indulgeā¦
You shrugged your shoulders and pretended to weigh your options as you went back to rolling, making that thinking face Eddie thought might be the cutest thing he'd ever seen in his life.
āI can let it slide, I guess,ā you teased him lightly.āBesidesā¦if you get fired, who would make me my midnight pancakes?ā
Eddie smirked. āExcellent point,ā he hummed as he took a few slow strides towards you, bringing the cig to his lips for another drag.
With every step closer he got, you felt your heart pound twice as hard. By the time he was standing in front of you, it was liable to burst straight out of your chest cavity Alien-style.
His long fingers in a V, missing the chunky silver rings he wore any time besides during service, he pulled the cigarette from his lips and tipped his head juuuuust slightly to the side.
Itās a move youāve come to know well, responding with a tilt of your own head the other way.
He leans in slow, letting his chest hover in front of yours so you can feel the heat still coming off his skin from where he leaned over the flames.
Itās tough (read: impossible) to keep your breath steady when he gets close to you like thisāso close you can nearly taste the spices heās been using tonight, the ones that his skin must be imbued with by now after years at this job.
And yet, when he parts his lips slightly for you to inhale his breath as he releases it, you manage to do so. The taste is actually revolting, even when taken in secondhand, but something about having Eddieās air in your chestā¦
It makes it worth it.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things
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What I love about the laios/kabru dynamic is that like. Laios is more comfortable with and obsessed with animals and monsters, monsters being his Special Interest
And it's like. One thing feeds into the other - he's alienated so he relates to and studies monsters
And this in turn triggers everyone around him to alienate and ostracize him further
MEANWHILE like. Kabru has always been ostracised because of like, his own features, his light eyes contrasted with his skin, and his early exposure to the monsters of the dungeon nearby
For him BECAUSE of like, not his fear of monsters, but because of the political situation around how everyone there was killed, HIS focus and obsession and his own autistic Special Interest has become other people. Their thoughts, their machinations, the ways they lie and obscure
And because of people's obfuscations, as soon as he meets laios his obsession becomes laser-focused on laios himself, because this is a man with almost no machinations. He's been so focused on animals and now monsters his whole life, and SO autistic without learning to mask
Whereas kabru like. ALL he has is a mask. Esp BC of the implication of racism that he's experienced within the text like, even his face has been treated physically as more like a mask than a human face, and then its just lies on masking on obfuscation on repression
Whereas laios feels every single emotion immediately and painfully, and he expresses almost all of them openly - his love, his enthusiasm, his curiosity, his frustration, and to a limited extent, his rage and anger
Here you have laios, treated like a monster so he's become obsessed with monsters, to the extent that he almost fears people more despite craving to be with them, to be seen by them and loved by them, and to an extent being blind to the extent of their cruelties
And here you have Kabru, not treated like a monster, but treated effectively as less IMPORTANT than a monster, because of other people's politics and motivations, to the extent that he has become obsessed with appearing like The Right Person to every single person he meets
It's no wonder that Kabru should become so utterly obsessed with Laios, with studying him - and no surprise either that Laios should enthuse about this undivided and devoted attention that feels equivalent in EFFORT to love and friendship... And isn't that enough?
And at first, no, but I think. So rapidly it would and could become so. Because laios' loyalty is so fierce and devoted, and I think Kabru would be blindsided by how EAGER laios is to please him even though kabru remains, in his own eyes, distant and a bit apart from him
And kabru for like. Studying laios so fervently and focusedly, as intense and off-putting as that may be, he comes to and will come further to understand laios better and more intuitively than anyone else, and no one in the world but falin has ever BOTHERED to do that
And isn't that love? Kabru might not call it that, might be disdainful at the very idea, but if it walks like love and talks like love and feels like love and takes even more effort than love... That's enough, right? That's good, right? Laios is grateful
And the more grateful he is, the more frustrated Kabru will get. Doesn't he respect himself? Doesn't he want more? Doesn't he care enough to DEMAND more?But laios doesn't like to make demands - he likes to be grateful for what he's given. For kabru.
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Tim Drake is my favorite Robin because heās not only the glue keeping Batman from flying off the rails at some points, but is also actively flying off the rails himself. The League of Assassins never stood a chance. Heās probably wanted in more countries than heās allowed in, if he disappears that list slowly grows. Not only is he a freaking genius but he also should be feared by his sheer willpower to get anything and everything into his little hands. If itās to be found out he will find it. The Robin who didnāt have to become Robin for himself, the one who became Robin because someone else needed him to.
Jason Todd is my favorite Robin because heās a Robin that was so mistreated by his creators and writers that they literally voted for him to die. He dies in every alternate version. Heās not only died but came back stronger, more than once. Sure he was different but that difference allows us, the readers, to see the thoughts and feelings of a Robin who could never be good enough, who still is good enough, because heās better. The happy Robin who made the mantle magic turned into a Crime Lord who wants nothing more than to ensure no other child goes down the same path he did or at least gives them the help to succeed.
Dick Grayson is my favorite Robin because he lost his parents in a traumatic way Bruce could relate to and still somehow ended up being a better mentor and better leader than Batman himself. Dick who was the Angry Robin who grew up realizing he could still be who he was before his trauma and grief and became Nightwing, a symbol of not just one city but two, and then in his civilian life still took the cities he loves in his hands as his job. A man who watched his little brother die, and come back different and refused to help the man who wouldnāt do anything about it. A man who actually got revenge only for it to be taken back from him. And also in some obscure timeline became a Tyrannical Dictator who wanted to annihilate aliens because his alien wife died but no one really talks about that eraā¦
Damian is my favorite Robin because he defies everything about every Robin we have had. Heās the Robin that had a kill count before he was Robin. The boy who would either become the Demon Head or the Batman, legacies he was promised, but could never achieve with the guidance he was given. The boy who couldnāt understand why Bruce tried to get him to open up and relax because heād never known that before. The boy who had Jason before Bruce. The Robin with a sword and isnāt afraid to use it and knows how to. From assassin heir to prince of Gotham.
Stephanie was my favorite Robin because she was the Robin who didnāt stay Robin. The Robin who forged her own way really quickly and realized she didnāt need the mantle to make her own difference against her father. The one who would never be one of Bruceās but always was one of Bruceās. The Robin who pushed the boundaries of everything Gotham had come to expect from Robins, a powerhouse in her own right and never credited for her role.
(Edited because I originally had said Jason was the only Robin to be mistreated by his writers and fans. This isnāt entirely true so I edited a correction. Truth be told all these characters deserved better.)
#dc comics#bruce wayne#batman#batfam#batman dc#jason todd#damian wayne#tim drake#dick grayson#stephanie brown#dc robin#Ilovethemsomuchitphysicallyhurts#someofthesemightbeabitheadcannonlikebuttheystillmattertome#bruceisntalwaysaterribleparentbutsometimesheisanditsokaytoacknowledgeit
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Okay, serious discussion about s5e7 of wwdits. I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. The creatures fell into the uncanny valley, why did they choose the donut lady as a plot for nadja when it could've been with the guide, etc. HOWEVER, what I do appreciate about this episode is the meta commentary on how Nandor's culture is simultaneously erased in history classes and then mocked by museums. His culture, his writings, his garments.. almost everything about his history is completely misrepresented by the museum and all of his artifacts were stolen. He literally sees a pair of his underwear on display! He is looked at as an object, a relic of the past. The museum portays him as being unintelligent and frowns upon his writings. And that's based on their narrow understanding of him, Al Q, and his culture. The historians do not know Nandor of course, but they view him through a lense that chooses to only see him and his culture as unintelligent, subhuman even- because why else would someone write something like this? Or wear something like this? Or use weapons like this? It reminds me of those TV shows that theorize the pyramids were made by aliens. Because how else could the Egyptians have been capable of creating the pyramids? Surely they can't be intelligent enough! *eye roll*
Idk someone could probably use better words to communicate what I'm trying to say here, but I wanted to bring it to the table anyway. Oh, also Colin becomes the center of attention by acting like the stereotypical white professor who is more focused on feeding their ego than actually educating his pupils. And this ends up in Nandor being pushed out of the conversation. A literal metaphor for how whiteness obscures and diminishes other cultures and immigrant communities. Of course Colin did that just to feed off of the students. Because then he ends up replacing the museum display with a more accurate representation of Nandor (albeit for comedic effect). And then by taking back his horsie necklace. But.. everyone listened to Colin! And ignored Nandor! Lots to think about in terms of erasure, white washing, forced assimilation, how museums profit off of stolen artifacts and skewing history, etc.
Nandor is an immigrant to Staten island and he was forced to assimilate. Imagine how he must feel when he sees all these stolen artifacts in the museum, and plaques that inaccurately portray his culture and history. And people gawking at the clothes and weapons he proudly wore/still wears. This is a reality for many native and immigrant communities here in America and abroad. Being forced to view your culture, your way of life through the lense of the oppressor.
#maybe im being too meta but i appreciate the writers for pointing out how museums/professors/institutions profit off stolen artifacts#and profit off of minimizing/erasing other cultures in a way that benefits whiteness#ultimately colin was an ally to nandor by fixing the museum so that it accurately portrayed Nandor#and by taking back his stolen horsie necklace. big win for the colin/nandor arc#wwdits#wwdits spoilers#what we do in the shadows#its a funny show! i know. just. let me sit with my thoughts lol
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Thinking about the "trilion and 12 years old" joke about Bill and thinking about his psychological development after the Euclydia massacre
In the show, we see that while he can plan ahead and manipulate people, he's often foiled by his own impulsiveness/anger/emotions. His ultimate goal is to escape the Nightmare Realm/Dimension 0. And sure, he says this is because he promised the Henchmaniacs he'd help them, but ultimately as others have pointed out, Bill is terrified of death. He wants to live forever - have "a party that never ends with a host who never dies". All he cares about is himself, his own survival and hedonism
All this to say, Bill has the emotional development of a teen. He hasn't gotten past the self-centredness nor the reward/adrenaline seeking behaviour, but has emotionally evolved enough to be able to manipulate people and such (and be able to feel guilt, even if it's just a picogram). Though his immaturity shows when he doesn't get his way.
One might think that, being a trillion years old, he would've developed a bit, but here's the thing - major traumas can "freeze" people at certain developmental stages. We don't know how old Bill was when Euclydia was destroyed - though considering his behaviour I would bet he was a teen.
(Or whatever the equivalent of that stage is for his species. They have exoskeletons- do they have instars then? Whatever, that's not on the topic of this post)
Seeing his entire dimension destroyed after (what was probably) a well-intentioned attempt to show them what he saw ("They'll see. They'll all see.") permanently emotionally stunted him. However it was he got his powers, he was a teen/young adult with powerful abilities who had just erased an entire dimension from existence and was now accountable to no one but himself while also being deeply traumatized. His constant partying and implied substance use were probably the only coping mechanisms he could think of, dissociating because he has no idea how to actually confront what happened. The way he talks about the massacre - he detaches himself from it yet still admits guilt ("A monster."). Only post-divorce does he implicate himself in the event, though still obscuring its true nature ("I liberated them.").
Being surrounded by individuals who are similarly maladjusted for most of his trillion-year lifespan certainly didn't help things. The Henchmaniacs are likely somewhat stunted as well, or at the very least don't offer much in the way of mature/emotionally adult conversation, especially since Bill reacts so poorly (read: homocidally) to any sense of malcontent.
Which is to say, I think part of why Ford was important to Bill was because, compared to him, Ford was more emotionally developed (Ford is emotionally stunted in his own ways, but not as severely as Bill IMO). Subconsciously, their relationship was reaching a hand out to the scared teenager in the centre of Bill's psyche and offering him someone to lean on- someone who had their shit a little bit more figured out. A kind of figure Bill hadn't had since he killed his parents.
Of course, such vulnerability probably felt so alien that Bill tried to distance himself. I always wondered - why didn't Bill just lie to Ford about his plan to take over Dimension 49'\ ? Ford would've believed him, finished the portal, and Bill's plan would've been fulfilled. Well, I think it was Bill trying to burn the emotional bridge. In his own impulsivity, his own desire to dissociate instead of confront, he would rather make sure that he would never be able to be vulnerable to Ford than fulfill his grand plan.
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I don't remember where I was going with this. There's no conclusion. I'm spinning this triangular multidimensional tyrant at physically impossible speeds in my mind and if I didn't write something about him my skull was going to turn into a fine powder. It's almost 2 AM, so it's entirely possible this post makes 0 sense, in which case feel free to inform me of that in the notes.
#for those in the audience who piss on the poor: i am NOT saying that bill is LITERALLY A TEENAGER nor am i saying he is 'mentally' a teen#im saying he has not psychologically progressed past concepts that are meant to be grappled with at that age#bill is still an adult. no matter how immaturely he behaves#if i see anyone in the notes turning this into shipcourse i am going to turn your spine into a lamp and use your skin as the shade#gravity falls#euclydia#bill cipher#ford pines#billford#not explicitly but you could read it as billford#i think there was some romance going on there. but idk when im tired im like 1000% more aromantic so i cant be arsed to consider romance rn#anyway bill is bpd coded and not because hes clingy. the impulsivity. the mood swings. the difficulty forming relationships. the sudden-#-hatred or love seemingly at random. keeping everyone at arms length so theres no risk of hurt.#though he also gives npd vibes. though ford is more strongly npd coded imo i mean like the inconsistent support from his family ???#bro was not getting outta there egotypical#brick wall
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Near Uniquely RWBY - Main Characters
I was chatting with my sibling the other day and we were joking about the fact in 90% of the media I consume I generally don't like the main characters.
Not in the sense I necessarily hate them, but I generally don't find them to be the most interesting, engaging or enjoyable person on screen or page. Instead I tend to gravitate towards secondary or minor characters and even minor antagonists before any of the big names.
Some of this is rooted in my often rooting for what tends to feel more like a real underdog or characters that feel like they got dealt a bad hand by the author unfairly. But its also that in a lot of media the main characters tend to immediately, slowly or quickly go into personality lockdown.
Becoming less a personality and more the embodiment of expected tropes and themes, or they lose their unique edge or circumstances because the plot demands one benefits or personality changes be heaped on them to keep the tone and story going.
Some examples of this would include say:
Ichigo from Bleach, with him and his supporting cast being very unique and super interesting during the initial arc. But as Soul Society came in, he became a much more standard Shounen determinator a the expense of his personality and his supporting casts were largely watered down & left behind.
Or how in Naruto or Dragon Ball the whole underdog/hard worker aspect of the characters felt undercut by legacy power ups and an endless wellspring of natural talent, alien biology, ETC.
I know these are just two examples, but they cover the general gist of what I mean.
So, what makes RWBY different?
Well, off the cuff, is simply that the four main characters are women.
I've often felt simply putting anyone other than a cis-het guy into the main character slot of say, a battle Shounen, or Isekai stands a good chance of making it more interesting by default. Even if the author does nothing with it the audience reaction would be different because the MC would be an exception to the norms.
In that vein, while one can call RWBY some sort of Shounen or adventure fantasy or magical girl show the main four are unique in how they manifest on screen at the very start. From how they participate in action, to how said action is structured and framed and the kind of adventures and topics they tackle.
But being unique alone is not enough, that would simply make it more interesting than the bog standard but what elevates RWBY is the execution and exploration of such elements and its characters.
Going into every aspect would be difficult, but in light of what I said above would be how each of the main four are initially presented as familiar archetypes, only to subvert or deconstruct them.
Ruby is a peppy goth who just wants to be normal but has inborn powers from her mysteriously vanished mother and serves as a beacon of optimism to others.
Except Ruby's version of normal still involved fighting death monsters with a sniper rifle scythe and she is actually one of the more ruthless characters. Her peppy persona obscures that she can have a pretty vicious temper when pushed and has displayed strong bloodknight tendencies.
Her unrelenting optimism and desire to fix the world is a complex mix of true beliefs, coping mechanism for trauma and her grappling with positions forced on her against her will. Her inborn power is potentially useful but also not that much of a game breaker outside specific contexts & said power sure as hell didn't save her mom.
Weiss Schnee is the Tsundere heiress of a powerful family, with a haughty attitude that hides her loneliness.
Except the "Tsundere" is more of a defense mechanism born of coming from an abusive home where every member of her family manifested a different trauma response. Freeze (Mother), flight (Sister), Fight (Weiss) Fawn (Brother).
Despite her upbringing & some projected trauma, she's far from ignorant as to the worst excesses of her nation early on, and her journey was more about overcoming the impacts her abuser had on her and finding a family in her team that let her be safe enough to let down her walls. Also despite being "The ice queen" she's actually one of the characters least inclined towards more ruthless actions and is extremely empathic.
Blake Belladonna is a mysterious and silent rougish woman, something of a shrinking violet even, but she carries with her a wounded heart thanks to her old flame, the edgy Adam Taurus.
Or more accurately, Blake is the daughter of activists and politicians who represent the worlds main discriminated against minority. She spent her youth on the road as a protestor and where even her father could be nearly killed by a lynch mob. She was targeted & groomed by a man who claimed to want to fight the same injustice she did but who was only interested in using the movement to grow his own power.
Her initial aloof-ness was a trauma response to having spent years under his thumb and overcoming him and the idea she had to 'save' him was one of the main corner stone so her character. Also, despite the "Revolutionary fighter" backstory she like Weiss is much less inclined towards ruthlessness than her team in large part because her past experience with it.
Yang Xiao Long, introduced as the fun loving big sister of Ruby & boisterous bruiser of the team who loves to party & flirt.
Except no, Yang was parentified as a child and forced to raise her own sister as their family unit fell apart. Her "Party girl" persona was outright framed as judging a book by its cover in her own trailer and something she put on or took off as she needed.
She became disabled over the course of the series run as well as entered a Sapphic romance with her partner Blake. Unlike the stereotype of characters with her design, Yang is actually an excellent student, fighter and engineer/mechanic. Plus much like her sister she tends to be of the more ruthless and pragmatic persuasion despite being from the "Normal" background.
Character Conclusion
So, all the characters break out of their initial archetypes, which already makes them more interesting. What's more, these sorts of characters just being oput together and made the main characters rather than circling a dude is in of itself unique.
But there are other aspects of the writing which endear me to how it handles the main characters and what keeps them interesting.
Anger & Violence
See, while in various media women do express anger at times it is still often far less so than men. What's more, often women's anger tends to be presented in... Less flattering lights.
With the anger obscuring fragility while in a man it conveys strength. Or implying a sort of hysteria rather than an appropriate or controlled response. Or worst of all being demonized in general unless its rooted in or coming from traditionally feminine places.
The same tends to be true when it comes to violence with a lot of media either trying to find some way to make women in battle less... Brutal than their male counterparts. (More more like fanservice) Along with rarely letting women fight men, unless they are a special exception to the norm.
RWBY does not do this.
The main characters, hell, all the women in the series express a multitude of different forms of anger and violence. They battle men, they battle each other, they battle monsters all with no distinction nor fanservice shot in sight.
What's more though is that said anger and violence are not presented as, for lack of better words, wrong. The writers don't draw overt attention to this fact, they don't hang a big sign up saying "Girls can fight & shout too" or the like.
They just present these women with a range of emotions, motives and actions that are treated according to what fits the theme of the show rather than hewing closer to gendered lines.
This isn't to say anger & violence are lionized, but more that the experience and usage of them is not demonized or undermined because of the characters gender.
I suppose what I am saying is that CRWBY by and large lack double standards when it comes to exploring these things that I see so often in other media. The women in the main cast, among the villains, both sides respective allies and beyond can be flawed, or angry or do both good and terrible things.
But the writers are always treating everyone's pain as equally valid regardless of gender or situation. Which means that the situations that cause anger exist within a tone of respect that forms the depiction and framing of anger itself.
Which is just something I really enjoy.
Thanks for reading!
#RWBY#Save RWBY#greenlight volume 10#Team RWBY#ruby rose#weiss schnee#blake belladonna#yang xiao long#Some other series that do this or touch on it are She-Ra#The original Sailor V manga but less so Sailor Moon#& to varying degrees the Owl House#Thanks to Adam for helping me with the conclusion!
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Nicktoons Unite B-team... I feel I have some explaining to do.
Jenny and El Tigre are no brainers, both are super powered heroes who would fit well in the NTU.
Tuesday X: Although she is from an obscure spy-themed series that was short lived, I feel most people who look back on the show view it fondly enough to justify her presence in the NTU. I can see her in a "Black Widow" type role in the team. Being a "team investigator" and coming from a family of spies, Tuesday is well verse at intelligence gathering more so than the other heroes. despite having no special powers of her own, she is a seasoned fighter who had brought down deadlier opponents. Being the most "normal" person on the team, her interactions with the other heroes would be entertaining.
Zim: You are probably wondering why the alien invader is on a team of heroes and not have Dib be the representative of the "Invader Zim" series. Honestly, I think it would be a lot more funny. Zim would be less of a proper team mate and more of a chaotic force the others are trying to contain. He will only take part in missions if he feels it'll benefit him in any way and try to play nice when necessary, key word is 'try'. I can see him having a Vegeta style character arc where he learns to tolerate the heroes and vice versa.
#art#artwork#traditional art#artists on tumblr#fanart#nicktoons#nicktoons unite#danny phantom#my art#nickelodeon#jimmy neutron#timmy turner#the fairly oddparents#tak#tak and the power of juju#my life as a teenage robot#jenny wakeman#el tigre#manny rivera#invader zim#zim#Tuesday x#the x's
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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 27
Part 1Ā Part 26
Eddie drags the kiddie pool into the gym, cursing under his breath. This is such a waste of time. They have absolutely no proof Supergirlās powers are even real, much less that sheāll be able to contact Steve on the other side.
āThis is taking too long,ā Eddie grumbles.
Uncle Wayne gives him a warning look from where heās attaching extensions to the hose theyād dragged into the gym from the pool room. āWe need to figure out where he is before we go in, guns blazing.ā
āHeāll be in the trailer!ā Eddie says heatedly. āLike I said!ā
Wayneās brows furrowed just like the last time heād said that. Like the idea of rich boy Steve Harrington willingly hanging out in their trailer was too much for him to take on faith alone.
Joyce, not moving from her place next to Supergirl, smiles at him pityingly. āItās going to be dangerous, sweetie,ā she says, voice low. āWe need to make sure that heās stillāā
āAlive?ā Will asks. Heās sitting on the bleachers, smushed between all his friends, wringing his hands. Beside him, Mike grabs one of his hands, stopping him from bruising his knuckles with the force of his pulling. Will squeezes his hand hard enough that Mike winces. He doesnāt pull his hand away, just clutches his other hand onto his own knee. Eddie aches.
Joyce doesnāt answer, but she meets her sonās gaze, eyes shining, and thatās answer enough.
āHe is,ā Eddie asserts, barely feeling better when Will nods.
āWeāre already set up, kid,ā Hopper says, dumping pounds of what looks like salt into the pool. āA couple more minutes canāt hurt.ā
Eddie shares a loaded look with Will. None of them understand how quickly things can go bad over there, how hurt Steve already was. They canāt feel the way thereās a tug in Eddieās sternum, pulling him toward the other boy.
Joyce settles Supergirl into the pool, soothing her, holding her hand. The girl looks like an alien with the dark glasses obscuring her face, casting darker shadows onto her face in the already-dark gym. She looks like a corpse, floating there, with no
Then, itās silence. And waiting. Eddie wants to scream at her, demand answers. Whatās she seeing? Is Steve okay?
Even more so when the lights start flickering again. Eddie backs up on instinct, lowering his center of gravity to crouch in front of Will as the kid clutches at the loose hem of his pant leg.
The flickering stops as the girl gasps. The lights go out, making the water sheās floating in seem like a dark pit of oil. Eddie almost excepts the dark, grasping claw of the Demogorgon to come out of its depths and yank her down. It doesnāt.
āIs Steve okay?ā Will calls, voice quiet. āIs he okay?ā
She doesnāt twitch, like she didnāt hear him at all. The silence makes Eddieās toes curl into the soles of his boots to keep him in place. He feels Willās nails through the material of his pants as the kid holds on tighter. Their collective breathing, so loud in the silence, seems like itās echoing off the vaulted ceiling.
Then, Supergirl speaks.
āItās dark.ā
Eddie pictures Steve, huddled into himself on Eddieās bed, waiting for them to come back to him. Maybe heās changed into a pair of Eddieās clothes, his own covered with blood and grime. Maybe heās snooping through Eddieās things. He hopes Steve doesnāt look under his bed.
āNot here.ā
It hits like a punch. He staggers a little, and another small fist clutches onto his shirt. Maybe Willās other hand, maybe one of the other kids. He doesnāt look away from the pool to check.
āWhat do you mean ānot here?āā Eddie demands.
There are tremors running through his whole body. He barely feels it, wonders if heās inside his body at all, right now.Ā Ā
āBig house,ā Supergirl says.
āOh, no,ā Eddie says.
Eddie thinks of that poor dog that used to always be chained up three trailers down from theirs until the Parkerās packed their shit up and moved away. When approached, the dog would cower into the front porch it was chained to, making itself hidden and small. Eddie used to try to pet it, but thereās only so much a dog can take before it turns mean, starts snapping at anything that moves.
Everyone had thought the Parkerās had taken the dog with them. Theyād all shaken their heads at the poor treatment but washed their hands of the business before doing a thing to try and help.
Theyād found the dog three weeks later when the smell had gotten too much. Itād crawled under the porch and died. Even when home was full of monstrous thing, itād still drug its body back there for its final resting place.
āI know where he is,ā Eddie whispers.
That first night, Steve had dragged Eddie into his closet on instinct, like it was the only place theyād be safe. Like a dog slinking under the porch to die.
Eddie runs toward the pool, feels small hands try to hold on before they give way. He drops to his knees next to the pool, barely stopping himself from shaking the little girl floating inside it. He clutches the side, shouts down at her, ātell him weāre coming.ā
āYour friends,ā she whispers into the darkness of the gym, ātheyāre coming for you.ā
Sheās quiet for a minute, before saying, āhe says to hurry.ā
āTell him to stay where he is,ā Hopper says.
āJust hold on a little longer, Steve,ā she says.
āSteve?ā Eddie says, quiet like heās still sitting beside him in Steveās closet, knees knocking as his hanging clothes shroud them. āIām coming.ā
Then Supergirlās yelling, āSteve!ā on repeat, like heās drifting away. Like sheās trying to get to him.
Eddie reaches in for her, just as Joyce does, their fingers tangling on the girl as they both pull her up and out.
āOkay, okay.ā Joyce says, āIāve got you. You did so good.ā
āIs Steve okay?ā Eddie demands. His voice comes out as a croak.
Wayne crouches down beside him, old knees popping, and clutches his shoulder. Eddie doesnāt take his eyes off Supergirl. She raises her head slowly, eyes filled with tears as she slowly raises her eyes and meets his gaze, looking like sheād rather look anywhere else.
She shakes her head slowly. āWe have to hurry,ā she says. āHe is out of time.ā
Part 28
#steddie upsidedown au#steddie fic#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#my fic#after a few parts in a row where i felt blech im back into it!!!!
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Hi.
Iām working on coming back to the world of fic writing after a very long hiatus. TLDR I got sober and had a baby and my perspective on the whole world changed, as it does. So if youāve liked my fics in the past, Iām sorry Iāve been MIA for so long. Hereās a teaser of what Iām working on right now. Itās called State Lines.
āthereās no such thing as a clean break when your heart starts bleeding out.ā - chance peƱa
Day 1
She sold her penthouse and bought the car. A gray sedan, plenty of room for all of the belongings she cared enough to travel with. Nothing flashy, something reliable and low maintenance that wouldnāt call too much attention to her presence as she made her escape. All that mattered to her was that the carās suspension wasnāt impacted by all of the emotional weight she was bringing with her on this journey to nowhere. She should have said something, she knows that. But what do you say when youāre leaving everything and everyone behind?
She didnāt know where she was going, not that it really mattered. Sheād been driving for two days, only stopping for gas and compulsory restroom and food breaks. The more distance she could place between herself and blonde haired blue eyed loves of her life, the better. So she drove, vaguely eastbound with stinging eyes and an aching heart.
Miles passed and the road lines started to feel like metaphors, lines in the proverbial sand. Endless expanses of pavement and exit signs beckoned her forward, the promise of anonymity and rebirth lingering somewhere on the horizon as she drove. As her old life burned to cinders behind her, she felt less like a phoenix and more like a nondescript speck of ash, floating aimlessly on the wind. And maybe thatās all she was now, without her.
Day 3
By day three, Lena had to stop to sleep. Sheād pushed herself as far as she could, coffee and disgustingly sweet energy drinks sustaining her only to the point of blurred vision and shaking hands. So she found a slightly innocuous looking hotel a few miles off the highway in northern Texas, pulling her borrowed (now stolen) NCU baseball cap down as far as it would go to obscure her features as she checked in. It helped, she supposed, that the kid behind the counter couldnāt drag his eyes away from the football game he was watching long enough to look her in the eye, so being recognized wasnāt an issue. She paid for the room in cash, as she had with everything else on this trip, and she tipped the boy an extra $100 bill to ensure housekeeping left the room alone until sheād checked out. Leaving a paper trail would defeat the purpose of a clean break, and she couldnāt risk being recognized by a well-meaning staffer trying to offer more towels.
In the safety of a locked hotel room, Lena took her hair down and tossed the duffle bag on the bed. It was getting dark out, and she closed the heavy curtains to keep her eyes from searching the clear sky for familiar streaks of red and blue. It was only a matter of time, she knew, before her absence would become obvious. Sheād left LCorp on sabbatical, leaving Sam at the helm for the time being, vaguely committing to take the reins again sometime in the future. Her new phone was blissfully quiet, Sam and Jess the only two she trusted with the number. News alerts about superheroes and aliens and secret government agencies were disabled, and all that graced her lock screen was a stock photo of some rainy trees.
As she sat down on the bed, exhaustion starting to settle into every nerve, she couldnāt help but wonder how the hell she got here. Not physically, that was obvious. She bought a car and drove for three straight days until she realized she was endangering the other drivers (though thereād been very few) by continuing on like this. She just didnāt trust herself to keep going without rest, so here she was, in a Hilton hotel in fucking Lubbock, of all places. Trust. Thatās what this all boiled down to, wasnāt it? Misplaced trust, betrayal of trust, lack of trust where it was dutifully earned with literal blood, sweat and tears. Trust, broken and shattered and disintegrated in one fell swoop with her former favorite personās too-little-too-late confession.
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I saw a video talking about why Minecraft seems to have stagnated a bit lately and doesnāt have the same appeal as it once did. It talked about the usual complaints, such as inventory bloat, new blocks, structures, quality of life advancementsā¦ but the one aspect I didnāt see them talking about was ABSTRACTION.
I think that as Minecraft has been pushed closer towards reality, weāve lost the inherent FEAR that comes from the abstract in the old video games Minecraft was emulating its style from.
Maybe itās because I grew up with Atari as my first console, but there was a level of unnerving fear that was created through the hardware limitations and graphics during that era. Because everything was so abstracted, you let your imagination fill in the blanks. This blocky room with goofy eyeballs became a darkly lit haunted house where monsters could appear around every corner.
And Minecraft is clearly going for this level of abstraction. The entire world is just low resolution pixelated blocks, but thereās JUST enough definition that if you squint your eyes the world seems to mimic our own. It produces an uncanny valley effect that, coupled with survival elements, makes the game absolutely TERRIFYING at times.
And a perfect example of this is the creeper. What a horrifying monster! But the details of what it actually is are obscured through abstraction and pixel limitations. What exactly IS the creeper made of? Some people have interpreted the green blotches to be leaves, others see a wrinkly leather-like texture, others see fur. How do you interpret that grimace? Is is a permanent scowl? A sad mourning? Thereās JUST enough detail to make the creature recognizable, but not enough detail to make it perfectly clear to everyone what itās made of. Thatās terrifying!
That so many artists can have such wildly different interpretations of the creeper is a testament to its intentionally unnerving design.
But over the years those terrifying edges have been smoothed out. Textures have been refined to be less garish and harsh. New more recognizable animals have been added. A parrot, for example, looks like a parrot. And just with the colors alone you can tell what kind of parrot itās meant to be. There no ambiguity. No unsettling interpretation.
And even the enviroment has been smoothed out and changed to reflect reality.
So I think that the reason Minecraft today doesnāt feel like Minecraft of 10 years ago is because too much emphasis has been placed on mimicking reality. Even in the more recent additions these things have real world equivalence which reduce the inherent terror and unease that abstracted environments would evoke. The Nether today is far less scary than the Nether of 10 years ago, even if itās still as dangerous.
Thereās just something really unsettling about a perfectly square house in high contrast mossy cobblestone that you wonāt get from a village of friendly NPCās bathed in soft ambient lighting, you know?
I genuinely believe that Minecraft has leaned too far into realism. If they want people to keep playing longer, itās not to add MORE structures, itās to add back in some of the abstracted nature of the original game. Donāt make things inherently clear what they are. Allow people to interpret things in different ways. Stop trying to emulate realistic environments when the trees you cut down donāt even fall over. This is Minecraft! Minecraft is meant to be WEIRD and CREEPY almost like an alienās failed interpretation of our word.
#mcsm#minecraft story mode#minecraft#creeper#15 years of Minecraft#Minecraftās 15 year anniversary#Minecraft is 15
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How about Minato comforting a sick SO ? Mitsuru will be super strict regarding the quarantine but Minato will find a way.
P3 protag comforting a sick S.O.!
š ą£ŖĖ Ö“Ö¶Öøš A/N: screaming. YOU KNOW IāVE HAD THIS IDEA BEFORE? hsjdkwkakdkw I have a soft spot for this idea. This sounds to me more like a story type beat than a dot point, so that is what I have done :) also tee hee I'm sick rn so šHope you enjoy anon!!
You had it really badly. Shivering in your bed with tissue boxes running out by the minute, your body was in a state of swelter and ice.
Mitsuru had absolutely banned everyone from coming to see you. Even Aigis. Why Aigis???? Not like she was going to catch the flu. You rolled your eyes.
The buzzing of your phone followed your second sneeze in a row. You were really hoping one of your friends cared enough about you to text you. Maybe this time it wouldn't be wilduck burgers persuading you to buy their āsuper mystery X exclusive alien edition triple patty burgerā. You were indeed pleased when you saw Minato's number pop-up.
āHow are you?ā You almost rolled your eyes again. āSick.ā You stared intently at the 'typing...' icon. āI'm coming up to see you.ā You blinked a couple times at your screen. You had a sudden vision of him getting brutally executed by Mitsuru. You also didn't want to pass your illness to him, or have him see you in this puffy and runny nose condition. But also, you missed your boyfriend a lot. Mitsuru had you basically locked up like jail in your room for 3 days now.
You quickly hit backspace on your DO NOT DO THAT message, and instead opted for a āhow???ā He responded quickly. ādon't worry about that.ā Why did he have to be so cryptic. It didn't make him edgy or mysterious. Okay, yes it did and it definitely added to his charm, but that was besides the point.
You looked at your window. No, he wasn't about to learn how to fly. Or get a long ladder. Or would he get a long ladder? Your laugh quickly descended to a chesty cough. The boy of your heart was truly something. He clearly missed you, despite his casual demeanour.
You suddenly hear a raised authoritative voice. Oh. Mitsuru was not pleased. āYou can't go up there! You are putting at risk all of us, not to mention the student bodyā¦!ā Her voice resigned after Minato very nonchalantly walked into your room and locked the door behind him. Oh yeah, that's right. You forgot he literally does not care. You notice a large open container in his hands, all contents except a water bottle obscured to you.
āShe won't be coming up here.ā You give him a smile. āSheāll kill you, you know.ā āThat's a problem for later.ā He found a seat on the edge of your bed, resting the back of his palm against your forehead. āYouāre feverish.ā You gave him a long hard look that said, āno way, really?ā but kept your mouth shut, since you were honestly so pleased he was here.
Setting the container down by your bed, he pulls out a small, cold wet towel to place on your forehead. You sigh happily as your scorching skin seems to lull slowly. He grabs one of your hands, and rests it in his lap as he holds it. Minato looks in your eyes as the room fills with a moment of silence. āNo-one could keep me from you.ā You have to look away so you don't make a fool of yourself. It's rare for him to be so blatant about his feelings for you. He didn't seem to care about your sniffling nose, your raspy voice, or your chapped lips. You were his love, after all.
Minato gently lifted your head, resting it in his lap. He propped you up to undo the ponytail you had messily done last night. It had soothed your burning shoulders then, but now it just ached. His fingers gently threaded through your hair, completely relieving the tension. You could not fathom why he had come so prepared, but he procured a hairbrush and began working through your hair slowly. It was such a soft act of intimacy, to actively look after you in this way. To never want anything in return. His satisfaction always seemed to derive from seeing you content. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the moment, never wanting to leave.
After some time, the silence was interrupted with a: āā¦Oh yeah, I brought you your favourite snack.ā You watch as he reached into the container again to procure you your gift. Your sickened state almost made you barrel towards tears, but you instead settle on pulling him into a sudden hug. You couldn't even care if you got him sick anymore. You left a trail of kisses from his collarbone all the way up to his cheeks, the edge of his mouth, and finally pressing against his lips. You stay there for quite sometime, your fingers now finding his hair instead. When you pull away, he looks vaguely amused, with the slightest smirk on his face.
āI think you forgot about your snack.ā
#makoto yuki x reader#minato arisato x reader#dulcis asks#persona 3 x reader#p3 protagonist x reader#persona 3 reload#persona 3
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Any suggestions for an obscure SU AU that not many people know about?
ough my consumption of su media is very limited, but I think one I can suggest is the au @ faultlinescomic [tumblr link], that au has been around since 2015 and still going, it follows a homeoworld gem becoming slowly becoming a crystal gem (?) but you'll have to read it yourself I dont know much else that might be considered obscure so I'll write down a handful of what SU AUs I've consumed; @ revolver-d's Black pearl Comic [tapas link] - a tragic story about Black Pearl, Pink Diamond's first pearl, trying to find out what happened to her diamond through any means necessary - Very action packed, sometimes dark, but fun read. Fun characterization of the OG cast as well EchoFour's Hybridization series [AO3 link] - A Connie centric story where she becomes an artificial hybrid like steven (collections 1 and 2 are complete, the 3 most recent installment is on indefinite hiatus) -Nice Connie character study if I remember correctly, also neat connverse SteveDuck's Pilot series [AO3 link] - After Single pale Rose, Steven and the gang meet a peculiar alien dude, Pilot, and learn all sorts of stuff about him (The OG series is completed, theres a future series with a hand full of collections, most recent collection is incomplete, but theres enough content to sift through) -This series is charming, I find it pretty funny, there's some niche ideas in there but fun over all @pogostikk's Separation au [tumblr link]- a What If scenario where Rose was taken by homeworld before steven was born, leading to steven and pink steven to be separated by birth, becoming different individuals, also steven's a clown - a concept au, so no comics, just snapshots. Very fun ideas and lots of connverse prompts and of course I read the @pink-onyx-au, in case that wasnt obvious lol, I would hope that one isnt obscure Though when in doubt, just scroll the #steven universe au tag on tumblr, you might find smth ur lookin for! (feel free to leave au suggestions in the comments, so maybe I can read some cool stuff too)
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Stray thought: something I found the "SWK is manipulated into the Havoc!" take often obscures is his fear of death. Y'know, the very reason he begins his quest for immortality in the first place, and I'm glad the LMK show at least paid some homage to.
Death is but one of the many sufferings that accompanies existence and samsara itself. So is his fear of death and the desire to avoid it. The problem is? The way desires and attachments work, getting what you want doesn't solve the deeper issues.
First, he sets out to avoid death for himself. Then he did that, and also made death null for as many of his fellow monkeys as he could find. But it isn't enough, no.
His own immortality will not grant the safety of all of his subjects, his friends, and all the good stuff he has ever gained that rightfully belong to him, mind you, and he is responsible for. So he just needs to find a way to hold onto them, forever and ever and ever.
Since he has an abundance of creativity and intellect, but not the wisdom to match, his solution is to find the "Hows" rather than asking the "Whys".
Keep stacking up the powers, the immortalities, the allies, the weapons, the victory countsāāwhich eventually became its own rewards, the thrills, the satisfaction of getting away with yet another daring heist, the feeling of invulnerability.
But let's go on a tangent and talk about book!SWK. When he came back after getting banished, he found his monkeys bullied by the Monstrous King of Havoc, wrecked the guy, and rescued his subjects. Immediately afterwards, he emptied the armory of Aolai Kingdom to arm his monkeys and robbed the dragon kings blind to arm himself.
Yeah, seeing a bit of a connection here. He is pulling off these heists to protect against perceived threats to him and his people. Then, moving on to the First Havoc, when he came back to his monkeys, he was surprised at just how much time had passed since he departed for the Celestial Realmāā10+ years in the Lower Realm!
Yet, after the First Havoc is resolved, he happily stayed in the Celestial Realm for half a year, without remembering that meanwhile, at least a century had passed for his monkeys and demon allies. In a sense, he had become detached from his subjects, despite his first instinct still being "bring my buddies all the divine wine" after he got sober and returned to them.
I don't know you, but I feel like he probably expects everything to stay the same while he was gone. He isn't yet selfish, but certainly self-absorbed, in that he doesn't seem to realize that his actions can have consequences for people other than himself.
Like, if he is in his old "Monkey King" mindset, he may have comprehended that the Celestial Realm will treat him and his monkeys as a single entity that will be collectively punished for his misdeeds. But by becoming the Great Sage, he has drifted away from his duties as a king, which sets the stage for his behaviors during the Second Havoc.
After the 72 caves of demon kings have all been captured during the first wave of attack, his reaction is basically "lol, at least they didn't get any of my monkeys". This, I think, is the point where he is showing true selfishness instead of just being self-absorbed. Like, if I were one of his non-monkey allies and I heard that, I'd be pretty pissed.
The thing with the unrestrained freedom of the Havoc is, by cutting himself loose from all the rules and norms and disregarding every potential consequences, he is also unknowingly severing his tethers to others and alienating himself from his people.
Which is how I interpret SWK becoming so disheartened when his epic battle with Erlang terrified his own subjects into a rout, he just turned and fledāāhe realized that they, too, were seeing a monster.
He is no longer fighting for his people's safety, but an idea of them, who will always look up to him and do okay without him and never perceive him as a threat, and when that idea is shattered, so does his will to fight on.
I feel like the same could be said for his pursuit of immortality and power: it started off as a way to rid himself of existential fear and defend against concrete threats, but the list of "things I must do to secure my happy eternity and what is rightfully mine" just keeps growing longer and longer, until he's only focused on that sweet, sweet feeling of reward whenever he ticks off a checkbox and tunes out everything else.
After all, the more you have, the more you can potentially lose. A never ending cycle, exacerbated by his desire to never lose, until it all comes crashing down, figuratively and literally.
Back to LMK: People always point out that Azure worships this idea of SWK, and never quite sees SWK as his true, flawed self. Which I agree, but also: SWK does this too. He, too, loses sight of the actual people he's fighting for.
"I did it for US!"
The thing with a claim such as this is, multiple people can all try to do everything for the idea of "us", instead of something that may actually help each other, then feel wronged when their efforts essentially amount to nothing.
"We were all on a path of self-destruction."
For this statement to land, the self-destruction has to genuinely be each character's own doing. The fallout can, and is indeed magnified by what the others did or didn't do, but ultimately, the causes of their consequences come from within themselves: their own obsessions and attachments.
And making SWK the exception, the innocent figurehead and scapegoat, removes the complexity from the character while outright ignoring the few implications of the show that actually have some basis in book canon and are kinda interesting.
I rest my case.
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