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I don’t think I could explain in human words how much I HATE the stereotypes for Martin “The Spinners Little Boy” Blackwood.

The two main characterizations I’ve seen of him either make him a soft teddy bear who does nothing but make tea and cry, or the complete opposite and make him a blood thirty angst machine who is addicted to murder and trying to fuckinv idk break laws ( *cough* a certain yt creator *cough* )

NEITHER of these are good characterizations of him. Yes, they can be good characters, but not Martin.

Martin Blackwood is a character who grew up with a neglectful mother and a “family is blood” mentality, leaving himself to run himself ragged to take care of his only blood relation who wants nothing to do with him, ending in him with no choice but to fall into near poverty and the last choice to lie about his experience to get a half decent job. He is a character who cares so much with so little care thrown back at him. He is a character whose experience and surroundings leave him deep in isolation and loneliness. He his a character who had no choice but to learn how to manipulate himself into peoples perception as an innocent bystander with no fight, and when he’s given to chance to go all out and be vengeful for once he takes it, forcing his one trustful companion out of their comfort zone and nearly throwing their relationship off a cliff via murder.

He is a character so wrapped up in the story, that he ends up with no choice but to fall in the wreckage of his metaphorical and literal prison, holding the bleeding body of his reason for living after having to choose between his love and the world.

He is so much more than his stereotypes.