#blorbo psychology

[sapphorror]

okay but meow meow continues to be one of the best fandom labels to me because it simultaneously connotes both inexcusable atrocity and a fundamental deep-seated patheticness. none of this scary villain/misunderstood woobie false dichotomy nonsense. in this house we're all about duality. that guy is the Literal Worst and also needs to be treated like a wet cat. these facts are not contradictions, but complements

[rorah]

The mentally stable Dimitri Fire emblem 3 hopes.

It surprises me that there's still ppl claiming so, but then I remember we're talking about 3h interpretations and I have to make peace with it.

But that doesn't stop me from venting a little bit in this little space I have lol. Actually, it dries me and makes me feel bad to bring this up because I will have to talk bad about Dedue, and I don't want to talk Bad about Dedue. He's a genuinely good boy. But "Human" nonetheless, which means Flaws. I like Felix too but he's become some sort of a clown that doesn't make me feel too bad. I like Felix tho, In a different way.

Mostly talking about these two because the take that "Dimitri has better support system" baffles me because, technically, these two are his support system in HopesVerse. The persons who Dimitri relays on and seek solace/advice/support. The rest doesn't really tackle any of his personal struggles (aside from the Mage!Mitri frustrated dream, but that's out of the bad equation in our 'mentally unwell' set of pixels, and Shez only has a glimpse). Contrary, to Houses verse where the whole blue lions cast knew about his shit, didn't know what to do, but didn't leave either.

I tackled this topic with other person on Twitter who was (or still is) on board with this take and the phrase they used was They contained him better, which of course I agree and remarked that was exactly the problem. Contain him is gonna be contra productive. I used a water dam analogy, where the structure of such dam is damaged, and the pressure of water keeps accumulating. Causing a foreseeable damage for the dam itself and the surroundings. You don't need to be a genius to understand it, you need experience or knowledge for mental ill topics tho.

I really don't want to extend so much on here because it's mostly just, rant format more than a proper analysis so I just want to point out these two things in their support conversations.

First, Dedue. Encourage him to keep on the vengeful path. Which we know was the final goal of Azure Moon and if you payed attention to 3 houses message. The whole Vengeful argument was something Bad, to keep it simple. Despite Dimitri actively looking for answers/guidance for something that, in a rational state he can see clearly like vengeance will consume his life (also Shez and Felix called out this behavior). Dedue answer only encourage him to keep on that path, because he would do that 💔. Presenting 2 oposite views is a great formula for confusion and disorientation. Now, Dedue's role is primary SUPPORT, not guidance nor orientation. He will support his shit no matter what, and we are quite aware of that if played Houses.

Second, Felix. Felix is a special case. He is smart but also an idiot lacks A LOT of soft skills to actually be of help. He's the only one who knows in this verse about Dimitri having a mental issue. In their A support to say the least, so they don't close or solve anything. What makes it more worrisome is the fact that Felix conceals the issue as a secret.

"So try to keep that whole "removing their heads" thing in check, yeah? We can just call it our little secret."

this extract here makes me feel so unwell 😭help

The whole burden falls over him and his lack of skills and wisdom on the matter will be too much for him later on. He at least, will be able to recognize that the problem is beyond of his capabilities and will look for help. Felix himself has his own issues and journey where he needs to learn. He's forced to get pass beyond some of his angry teen behavior but hasn't completely get over it.

There is a lot more to tackle, but that requires more work and time. What are the topics some of you think is important to cover around understanding the Hopes verse resolution? Dimitri's route? something? Do you think the route without Byleth is better? With that being said, I would like to delve deeper into character analysis, and the role each played for the Lords too. That also requires to talk about the Byleth and needs a whole analysis on their own, which requires time (which i don't have much lol) To end this vent, I would like to encourage people to do a little research for the terminology they're using like "Support System". Who makes it up and how it operates successfully. The fact that ppl saying "he has better support system" only because he didn't go feral on the run alone is not entirely valid. A reminder that people can feel alone with or without people around them. And containing the issue within doesn't solve any problem. At best, it's presented later. At worse, it gets worse.

[larrythefloridaman]

fankids are funny. anyway her name is Present

[hiding-under-the-willow]

And then the silly crossover gets considerably less silly lmao

Sometimes you fuck around with the intent to find out and then unfortunately you do in fact find out, or, in other words, Dark doesn't exactly appreciate the Captain's attempt at spying

[spaciebabie]

i wanna study springtrap under a microscope. what he thinkin abt. what makes him tick. what excites him. how can i piss him off. how can i make him feel fear. what does he dream abt. what are his nightmares like and how can i subject him ta them over and over again.

[crehador]

for a great many reasons (such as he is my 2d idol otaku brother in christ) kinjou has become my favorite but one of my Favorite favorite things about him is how he'll say wara (笑) instead of laughing. like he's literally saying "lol" out loud. with his mouth

[whumpacabra]

Session #1

Therapy, past trauma, crying, speech loss, angst, referenced nightmares, referenced past noncon, referenced past character deaths, implied past torture and captivity, dubious psychology by fault of the author

[Follows Hush]

East wasn’t sure what to expect.

This was a medical office unlike any he had been to in the last few months. There were two couches, plush with throw pillows, and a vibrant rug on the floor. The lamplight was warm, and the sun filtering through the blinds made the room feel less claustrophobic. The doctor - Judy Ahsan - was far from intimidating. She was a stocky woman, with a soft round face smiling up at him. She wore a long flowing dress, her silhouette mostly hidden by the floral patterned fabric.

“Easton Howard, correct?” He nodded wordlessly - maybe he should have asked Nathan to come inside with him. Maybe he should have told Nathan he wasn’t ready; he wanted Jackson here. (This felt too much like an interrogation.) “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You can call me Judy. I’m told you prefer East, is that right?”

“Yessir.” His voice was starting to feel impossibly small, out of reach, but he knew that silently nodding again would only make the stress in his chest worse. Judy sat on the couch opposite of him, a clipboard already heavy with paperwork as she uncapped a pen.

“Mr. Jackson has given me a basic understanding of your situation. I want you to know that you’re safe here, and anything you say here is just between you and me.”

“Anything?”

“Unless I believe you are an active danger to yourself or others, nothing you say here leaves this room.” Her dark eyes were gentle, so much like Jackson’s. “And if I do believe you’re a danger to yourself or others, Mr. Jackson wants you to know he would be responsible for you and your actions. No law enforcement will be involved if he can help it. Alright?”

“Alright.” He felt weak, a shallow echo of everything around him.

“Good. Now, you’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, correct?”

“A bit.”

“Given your situation I’m not surprised. Are you just having trouble falling asleep or are you waking up - bad dreams and the like?”

“Both. The dreams are worse.” Gritting out the words felt like pulling teeth. Why were words so difficult? Why did his chest ache with the way Judy’s eyes watched him?

“Do you want to tell me more about the dreams?”

He did. But his throat felt as though it had cinched shut, even breathing a thin whisper of air in his lungs. East stared at her, eyes begging, and somehow, she understood.

“Here, would writing be easier?” She removed some papers and held out the clipboard, which he took in shaking hands. His handwriting was a messy scrawl made worse by the shaking, but forcing himself to articulate the pressure in his chest, the shadows in the night - it was easier than he anticipated.

“Sometimes they’re bad. I don’t know I’m asleep and I’m back there and I never left.” He handed the clipboard back.

“You’ve been through something incredibly traumatic and dreams like that are normal for someone in your situation. Do these dreams wake you up?”

“No. Not those ones - I’m too scared to open my eyes. I think I sleep through the worst of it, but apparently my crying wakes one of the housemates who shares a wall with me.”

“Would it help if your housemate or someone you trusted woke you up from those dreams? So you could wake up, remember that you’re safe, and go back to sleep?”

East thought for moment, rolling the pen between his fingers. Jackson was the only person he trusted without hesitation. He tried to think of even Jackson waking him from one of those nightmares, and his stomach clenched with nausea.

“I don’t know if I trust them enough to do that,” he paused a moment longer before continuing to write, “yet.”

“Well, just keep it in mind. When you’re ready for them to help, ask them about it.” Judy took the clipboard back, using it to steady her own writing for a few moments before handing it back to East. “You said these aren’t the dreams that wake you - the flashbacks. Which ones do wake you up?”

East hesitated. And, at least in that, he was getting more comfortable. Hesitation in the bunker had always been his doom, but here he was allowed to process, to think before acting. But perhaps he shouldn’t have been allowed that, because now he considered writing a lie on the paper before him. But Judy was so soft, the room so cozy, safe -

“How much did Jackson tell you?”

Judy straightened, handing back the clipboard after reading his question. There was still softness in her eyes, but a clear strength as well.

“I know you killed the man that raped you. I know you suffered him for many years.” Her voice was clinical, but her words warmed as she continued. “I’m not here to judge you, East. I’m certainly not here to bring you to court. What’s done is done. I’m here to help you move on and grow beyond it.”

East chewed the inside of his lip until he tasted blood, familiar and metallic and clean.

“I killed other people. Before, for him. I dream…” He took a shuddering breath, the pen slippery on his sweaty grip. “I dream it’s Jackson, or Tierney, or strangers. I kill them for him and then I realize who they are and it scares me awake.”

He handed the clipboard back to her, worrying the tassels on a throw pillow while she read. East couldn’t stand to see her reaction, even if his imagination made it far worse than it could ever be. Safe. He was safe here. Even as Judy took a measured breath, he was safe. Probably.

“The people you killed, did you know them?” He shook his head. He didn’t think so. (Would he remember if he did?) “Why did he have you kill them?”

East shrugged, even as he scribbled the best answer he could muster.

“Fun, maybe. I don’t know - he wanted to make sure I still did as I was told.”

“Was that important to him? That you followed orders?” East nodded, almost tempted to roll his eyes. Of course it was important to his handler - it was worth killing for. “Was it important to you?”

East felt his heart stutter in his chest. Such a simple question, and yet…

He nodded, shame creeping up his throat. It had been important to the Wolf. That was how the Wolf survived - lesson number one: do as you are told without hesitation.

“Was it important to you because doing what he told you to do made things easier for you?” East wanted to hide, he wanted to find a dark place to hide and calm himself down because now he could feel hot, guilty tears sliding down his cheeks -

Judy held out a tissue box, nodding to the wastebasket in the corner.

“How do you calm down, when you wake up from one of these dreams?” East was so grateful she was changing the subject, though his eyes didn’t seem to dry as he wrote his response.

“Get out of bed.” He swallowed back a lump in his throat. “Sit under my desk.”

“Does that help you feel safe?”

“No. But it’s - ” He scratched out the word ‘familiar.’ “When I disobeyed him, he would hurt me, and I’d be left alone in the Box for a while. Dark, cold, cramped. It was a punishment.”

“Why do you think you hide under your desk to calm down after one of these nightmares then?”

“It’s…right. I don’t want to even dream about hurting anyone, so if I go somewhere like the Box it just feels…right.” East still sniffled, but the tears had mostly stopped. Judy read his response, scribbling down her own notes as she spoke.

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“Isn’t telling me what to think why I’m here?”

“No.” A smile quirked at her lips as she took the clipboard back. “You’re here so I can help you think how you want to. But sharing what I think might give you some perspective, if you’d like.” He nodded with a shrug, feeling strangely tired. Barely an hour had passed. “I think you’re not going to hide under your desk as punishment for dreaming about following orders to kill people. I think you’re going there as a punishment because you won’t follow orders to kill anymore, and you know that.”

East furrowed his brow, trying to wrap his head around it. Judy continued, expression open.

“You said doing as you were told was very important - to the point of killing who he told you to kill. And these dreams are so terrible they wake you up because the idea of hurting people is so repulsive to you, even after all that time killing because you were told to…” She shrugged. “Maybe you’re not punishing yourself for your dreams. Maybe you’re punishing yourself because you know, if given the order now, you wouldn’t obey. Which is why it helps calm you after one of these dreams - you know you won’t kill someone because you were told to, so even in a place of punishment, it’s a reminder that you aren’t there anymore. That you’re your own master now.”

(…)

(Was he?)

[Concurrent to The Mademoiselle]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath

[beannary]

If you want to talk about one of your aus, or au ideas, I'd love to hear about them! (*scoots my chair forward, looking hopeful*)

ok ive been wanting to answer this for a while but i kept on being so scared because ah! this is the one opportunity ill get to talk about my au! but then i realized that is stupid this is not gonna be my only opportunity to talk about my au

putting my ramblings under a read more because i ended up uh saying a whole lot about Donnie and his relationship with both Splinter and Big Mama

ok so basically ive been thinking a lot about the little prince au because it is fully my child and i adore it so much but ive been specifically thinking about Donnie and Splinter's relationship because I really want to write their relationship well

theyre gonna have such an interesting relationship. I know I havent gotten into how Big Mama ended up with Donnie but I am working on a comic for that so I'm not going to get into all of the details but Splinter does know that he left a turtle behind, he just thinks that the turtle he left behind died in the lab explosion, so over the years he has dealt with guilt because of that but overtime that guilt not necessarily faded but he comes to rationalize it because truly it wasn't his fault that Donnie got left behind, and truly there was nothing he could have done to save Donnie. But once he learns that Donnie is not only alive but that he's been living with Big Mama, Splinter's guilt is going to come back at full force because oh my god, not only is the kid that he thought was dead actually alive but he was raised by the woman who kidnapped Splinter and forced him to fight for years!

Splinter is going to be trying so hard to get Donnie to live with him once he learns that Donnie is alive, and he's going to be trying so hard to be the best parent for Donnie ever to like makeup for abandoning Donnie back in the lab explosion. or you know, not abandoning Donnie but that's what Splinter sees it as

I also want Donnie to have like similar reactions to leaving Big Mama that Splinter had. Like undeniably Splinter was incredibly depressed after leaving Big Mama, and like Big Mama turned this thing that Splinter loved, you know performing and being in the spotlight and entertaining!, and completely took away any agency that he could have to this thing that he loved to the point where he refused to take part in it just so he could have some sort of control over his life again

When Donnie leaves Big Mama (whether its by his own will or not I havent decided or figured out how he comes to live with the Hamatos yet) but he's going to go through something similar just a complete shut down where he abandons everything that he loved to do because he now associates them with Big Mama and her control over him if that makes sense? Like Donnie LOVES dancing and he loves playing music and listening to music! but these are activities that Big Mama actively encouraged and so naturally hes going to associate them with her.

I think one thing Donnie is going to throw himself into when he first leaves Big Mama is his inventing. Sort of like how Splinter would lose himself in his shows, I think Donnie is going to get into a sort of headspace where he just spaces out and doesn't have to think about anything while he's tinkering around.

Donnie and Splinter I think are also both going to want to try to prove themselves to each other? Splinter I think might end up being really overbearing while trying to makeup for all this lost time while Donnie is going to try to be the perfect son for Splinter just like he tried to be the perfect son for Big Mama

But like once they actually get to talking and once Donnie is more comfortable around Splinter I think these two are going to have a lot of heart to hearts just because Big Mama controlled their lives for so long, there's a lot of stuff to bond over and relate to

Idk Im not super confident in my writing abilities and Im trying really hard to portray Big Mama as a narcissistic parent but a lot of the stuff that I've read about how narcissistic personality disorder might portray itself in a parental role like centers heavily on the way that they pit siblings against each other and Donnie does not have a sibling! So I guess in a sense he would be both the golden child and the scapegoat which must make for a confusing existence. I dont even know if im portraying this well at all or if any of this is coming across in my writing but I sure hope that it is!

Another thing I want to get into is how Big Mama like reacts to Donnie's inventing because like having a super smart kid that can build you whatever you want is logically a very good resource to have and she does want him to keep building her stuff. But like inventing is messy! Science is messy! In an ideal world Donnie would be getting down and dirty working hard on engineering and botany, and like Donnie can sometimes get so focused on his work that he turns into a bit of a hermit till he comes out of that focused mindset and that's really the part that Big Mama doesn't like because like yes having a super smart kid does reflect very well on her, but having a kid whose constantly playing in the dirt or messing around with explosives and other dangerous devices and who occasionally goes completely MIA while working does not reflect well on her. So she's put into a position where she both wants Donnie to keep building her stuff but she also doesn't want all that extra messiness that comes with encouraging this interest of his.

Anyways im going to stop now because this has gotten WAY too long and I dont even know where im going with this! but it was so helpful to write this all out and just like getting my like thoughts you know written out so I can actually see if any of this makes sense asdklfjhsakdjh

[total-drama-brainrot]

I know I'm setting myself up for disappointment but aroace Caleb who really is just that oblivious to Priya's crush on him.

He knows that people find his looks attractive but it never clicks that people will genuinely fall in love with him, because aesthetic appreciation is understandable to him but romantic/sexual attraction is a whole other can of worms.

He's just a friendly guy. And sure, he's perhaps playing it up slightly to try and score an alliance with Priya, but he's not malicious in the slightest. Just strategic.

Also, the inevitable confession where Caleb lets her down gently and explains that "dating but only ever having one girlfriend" was because he's only 'dated' to try and conform to societal expectations, but it never worked out.

Then Priya is comforted by her (girl)friends Millie and Emma.

[hostilemuppet]

Sadly realising the reason I liked the amazing digital circus is apparently not the reason most other people liked the amazing digital circus :(((

[sincerelystesichorus]

astarion, anne carson, & autobiography of red - small character study blurb

In which I've written 40k words of Astarion character analysis fanfiction and I'm definitely still normal.

Astarion used to be blue, but ever since that night two centuries ago, he was reborn red. And he had spent at least the past century thinking that red was irreplaceable. It was – red, it was in his blood and the little blood Cazador would let him wring from rats, corroded and stained. His very life force. He was Cazador’s, his spawn, his jewel, his ruby. There was no cure for red. Not until you became the successful means to an end. He had been sure of it. Being red wasn’t good. It made everyone who wasn’t red, and that felt like most everyone, stare at you like you put off a certain aura… like they knew you were a monster that could only act off of instinct and emotion. And it was so frustrating, because parts of Astarion were blue still, knew what was better, but they were nothing in comparison to the suffocation of red. The emotions, and especially anger, fear, came on so strong. It was hard not to act on them, to test out what the boundaries of pure action were. Astarion knew the color and impulse all too well.

I expand way more on the idea of people as colors within my writing than Autobiography of Red does, where Geryon is the only one who is red. This further pushes Geryon's feelings of being separated from humanity in his narrative, but there's a lot of inherent evil and fucked up things within Faerun so I felt expanding on colors and specifically shades/hues was a better way to communicate this for Astarion.

Geryon's red is tied very instinctually to emotion though, and so representing red as a chaotic force of emotion in my fic didn't feel like too far a step. I took a lot of inspiration from Magic: the Gathering's color pie lol. While you never get an exact description of what's wrong with Geryon, you get a lot of the symptoms, reminiscent of some sort of innate childhood mental illness, on top of the obvious trauma present in his story.

Back to Astarion, though. I've just never not been able to code him with CPTSD, I think that's obvious, but I also know that poor bastard has a personality disorder skffkjdf. The game always hammers in he has no sense of self outside of his looks, which he can't even be sure of because he can't see himself. Astarion has to work his confidence and self-image off of memories of his body and face from two centuries ago, and from his master's word. Cazador has assigned him to this seduction role (or, I feel its at least implied that Astarion was ultimately forced into it because he was seen as the Szarr runt, he was pretty and easy to push around, and I'm also pretty sure Petras has a line about getting to eat dogs now and then?) and Astarion fulfills it because it's all he can do. All he feels good for. His actions aren't his own for two hundred years, and in a morbid way of coping with constant sexual trauma, he functions off of "Well, at least I'm pretty," but even that assumption comes from Cazador's rule.

Astarion had decided he was mostly pure red, splashes of black and blue coming in, bright and visible. The remnants of his past and an even deeper level of Cazador’s corruption, bruising his psyche.

Carson is again sparing with other color imagery as to fully emphasize Geryon feeling like this big red monster, but I love this little excerpt on fearful anger.

Black/shadow is already a strong force and theme within the game so it was easy to work with, acknowledging it as a sort of staining evil. Astrion has his later lines about how he never stopped viewing himself as Cazador's slave, and I think showing that corruption is obviously important. He's hurt but can still heal (as opposed to an ascended Astarion... who I have little if any hope for sdfkjdskf).

Cazador had spent the last two centuries branding it into his skin and mind, breaking his psyche to the point Astarion was worried there’d always be little cracks that remained. That he’d always be Cazador’s wilted poppy, ashamed and folding in on himself, his neck miserably drooped aside for the taking. 

Cazador is Astarion's Herakles, and I think that metaphor works even better considering that whole little side lore with Vellioth in the ruins. Herakles kills Geryon because he must, Geryon is a way for Herakles to ultimately reach a life free of consequence, but it's not like Herakles is innately malicious in the act. He is hardened after already facing so many labors and the trauma that was forced on him by Hera that induced his journey in the first place.

Cazador wants power, some part of him is probably truly convinced he's easier on his spawn than Vellioth was to him (a lot of insults to Astarion are about his feelings and "whining", Cazador feels vindicated in his trauma and is far gone), and sacrificing Astarion is simply a part of that journey. There is no world where their destinies do not intertwine. Geryon will always be pierced by Herakles, and Astarion wouldn't be the Astarion we know without being pierced by Cazador (and without his ultimate decision to finally separate himself from him, or to become him.) Astarion, understandably, will never not feel some sort of shame or agony over this moment, from natural emotions and I'm sure years of Cazador victim-blaming him. He consented to Cazador's help that night after all, didn't he? (And we simply won't acknowledge the coercion.)

Astarion’s attempts to prolong the inevitable were shattered by thick layers of stone suddenly slamming in front of his face, muffling sound and casting him into a void. He could hardly hear Cazador’s foul laugh as he departed. Astarion waited all night for Cazador to return. And then all of the next day, and the next one after that. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Astarion started to agree that dying would have been easier. More peaceful. He had pondered hundreds of ways to attempt to kill himself while stuck in this abyss, the voices that had started developing only giving further inspiration, but it was impossible. He was sure.  All he could do was wait. Beat and claw at the stone around him. Curse. Repeat. Sometimes he'd wonder. If he'd ever get out of here. If Cazador would remember after forgetting. If this would be his forever. The voices began to recite to him again. Just how long eternity can be.

I think this is the greatest and most obvious similarity between these two, within Carson's retelling. Geryon feels somehow trapped and doomed by the narrative from his early childhood, and receives some blunt confirmation of it when he faces early sexual abuse. This affects his entire life, his early relationships. Geryon can't be older than ten in this excerpt, but knows the pain of isolation because of his trauma and for feeling different.

Astarion was plucked up by Cazador right out of law school. While for us it's not all that young, for elves he was fiercely immature, basically just starting to come into himself at his first big-boy job. Astarion was likely raised with a lot of privilege that also made him a bit more naive, his book smarts not meeting street smarts, which has him meet his end. In his undeath, that basically flips, Astarion plays his manipulation games and indulges in petty crime and seduction, unable to dedicate himself to studies. He reads and he's witty, but can you imagine the Astarion we know as a judge? It's giving Divorce Court. It's giving Judge Judy. (Honestly maybe that's what got him whacked in the first place.)

Astarion is already constrained to what Cazador lets him be as a slave. He's less than a person, and his own body is one of his greatest trauma sources.

All of this, to be punished so supremely when making an act of slight self-preservation. Astarion wanting to maintain some of his principles and let someone go. It becomes his greatest regret, his worst and most defining punishment. It's how Cazador breaks him.

I restructure some of the circumstances within my fic, as to better tie in the main romance, but it still functions as a punished act of self-preservation for Astarion. I'm also sure most people are familiar with the pain that solitary confinement can bring, but if not, it's genuinely inhumane and dehumanizing. Lack of stimulation is extremely damaging to the psyche, I wrote in Astarion breaking into psychotic episodes while enclosed, but even in game, he speaks about going catatonic. I'm sure minorly from exhaustion after fighting, but also from the isolation. His mind likely just drifted and dissociated beyond belief, and I can't imagine it. This is my favorite piece of Astarion's story we are given, it really is just so pivotal and heartbreaking, to be punished for having freewill in the most objectifying circumstances.

In summary to Astarion Ancunin I just sorta feel like this I guess...

ddfsdfdk but yeah just emo about my poor boy feeling so weird and disconnected yet so drowned in his own emotions you know...

[my homage to autobiography of red, fic series page, my ao3 page]

[wyrmswears]

young teen thena?? i wanted to draw her in a varsity jacket

[catholickedd]

guys.

i just realized

that the timeline of me becoming more confident and healing from depression

DIRECTLY COINCIDES

with the time of me beginning to have Little Guys i put in Situations and daydream and hyperfixate again.

conversely, the timeline of me becoming depressed and suicidal directly coincides with me becoming ashamed of hyperfixations and other things, etc etc.

so like

maybe a qualified psychologist can say that theres something to that or maybe im delusional

[nostalgia-tblr]

i could fix them!!

but i'm not going to.

*cackles evilly*

[charliebug3]

Alright lads what up it's ya boi back with another crack video game lore theory but this time it's about the ark animated series because the Brainrot has gotten sooo bad dude help me

Anyway here's my theory on Rockwell's backstory based entirely on approximately 2 seconds of teasers and a singular drawing in the background. I'm expecting basically all of this to be incorrect I just think it's fun to speculate. Im tagging it as spoilers anyway just to be safe

1. He had a daughter named Charlotte (based on the drawing of a young girl in his study, which is who he likely name-drops in the part 2 teaser. I'm assuming daughter because it could serve as a bit of a stand-in for Helena's role in the game lore. Or a prerequisite. Bro is not escaping fatherhood no matter what version of the lore we go with and I think that's funny) [side note it's extremely cursed that that happens to be my name as well, Wildcard out of all the feminine English names you could have picked why did it have to be that one I'm goign to implode]

2. She died (bonus points if she dies of some illness that Rockwell himself recovers from, for that extra survivor's guilt)

3. Rockwell tried to lose himself in his work to cope, unfortunately said work happened to be early studies on Element and he started going off the rails about its potential of creation and modification, and no one believed him about its potential so they thought he's just genuinely insane (hence the "what is God compared to the genius of man" type comment. This would also parallel Helena being responsible for the early concept of recreating extinct creatures, much later used in the ARKs. He came up with the how, she came up with the why)

4. He got mercilessly locked up in an asylum and started to further deteriorate due to isolation (given how they've handled other characters I'm assuming this will be presented as a Bad Thing by the show. Like I don't think it'll be framed as "lol he deserved it" I think it'll be "hey this is why maybe we support struggling people instead of locking them away and forgetting about them")

5. He eventually dies and then wakes up on the ARK, cue extra "why did I get another chance and not my daughter" pain

6. While on the ARK he starts obsessing over Element again to prove to himself that he was always right about it and didn't deserve what happened to him

7. The Element starts inevitably corrupting him and from here we follow the old lore path yippee!!

If any of this comes true I will be eating drywall btw. Drinking paint. Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure etc etc

[ickypuppi3]

how people who hate billy describe him