#did they make it that way so they could say people interact with it because that’s the only reason I’m ever touching that bot

[someoneintheshadow456]

As someone who read 1984 of my own free will and was obsessed with it back in high school this post absolutely hurts my soul.

me: hmmm what quote from 1984 should i put into my essay for class just to have more words

brain: welcome to tiny train world

me: absolutely not

brain: ENJOY NOT BEING ABLE TO CATCH A TRAIN ANYMORE

[somewhereincairparavel]

Annabeth Chase and Jason Grace - two sides of the same coin, an analysis post.

after a long wait, I've finally posted my analysis on jason/annabeth being similar, and mirroring eachother as rivals/potential sibling figures more than percy/jason's 'bro rivalry', based on this post of mine which has crossed over a THOUSAND notes in the last week alone, and I've been getting so many reblogs and comments asking me to expand on my tags in that post and do a full analysis. so here it is. I've been procrastinating this for quite a while now for some reason but I'm glad I'm over my writer's block and I got to articulate my post well enough.

annabeth and jason have had very minor interactions throughout hoo, but the parallels and similarities in their character is jarringly noticeable, which is why I hoped for a jason/annabeth rivalry and not a percy/jason rivalry. they've both been raised at their respective camps since they were literal kids, they were well versed in their respective fields of knowledge, and were well respected/intimidated in their camps.

let's start off with the lost hero

when jason first meets annabeth, he says that her eyes were really intimidating and fierce, so right off the bat, we have jason who's pretty put off by annabeth because she very obviously looked angry, especially since she was frustrated about jason's arrival instead of percy, and looked like she could kill jason to get percy back.

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this parallels to a lot when hazel kept going on about how difficult it was to warm up to jason because his eyes were always calculating and cold, and he gave off an untrustworthy vibe, that he'd sacrifice anyone for the sake of the mission.

both annabeth and jason have a certain similar ‘look’ in their eyes, which have nothing to do with the color. they both have the tendency to make people nervous simply with their eyes, because they always look like they're thinking of new things every few seconds. Ironically, jason first perceived annabeth, the way everyone else perceived him. scary and intimidating with an icy glare and hardened eyes.

They were both said to be ‘studying’ each other in distrust many times throughout. A part of why they didn't trust each other, was, in my opinion, because they embodied their least favorite shared personality trait of each other, secretiveness and guardedness. which is why annabeth got on so well with percy, and jason with leo/piper.

they didn't admire the closed off-ish vibe that they gave eachother. they both needed people who were open and carefree.annabeth said that jason looked like he knew too much information, but chose to keep it all a secret, very similar to her own guardedness from time to time, keeping it a secret and wanting to deal with it silently.

we also know that annabeth and jason are extremely knowledgeable in greek/roman mythology, they both love debates and were quite passionate about history. they were both assigned architecture projects by the gods themselves as a mark of honor and favour.

moving on to the next most important point, they reminded eachother of the people they missed, causing them to feel resentful.

jason, barely met his sister after they reunited. he was bitter when thalia said he had to go look for percy to help out annabeth with the search. he was aware that thalia and annabeth were childhood friends, getting closer to eachother than jason and thalia ever did. she found a home in luke and annabeth, not even a few months after baby jason was thought to be ‘dead’, that knowledge would've weighed a lot on jason. annabeth became the sibling to thalia grace that jason could never be.

while annabeth? the only thing annabeth thought of, after jason had a face off with his mother's remnant in boo, was the fact that jason, who looks eerily similar to luke, could've experienced the exact same fate as him. luke was jason if he had more wrath and held grudges, jason was luke if he had less anger and resentment. annabeth could connect the dots so easily, and that was truly the moment where she gained immense respect for him.

and, when jason told annabeth that his sister was thalia? she had a very odd sort of expression on her face.

annabeth also quotes that looking at jason made her feel bitter, because he reminded her of heras exchange, and the fact that she lost percy for months. whenever she looked at jason, she would only see her two childhood friends, a found family that was broken, and a love that was challenged.

whenever jason looked at annabeth, he would be reminded that thalia had a closer contact to her than she did jason, and had to accept that he would never know thalia as much as annabeth does.

annabeth and jason also appear very confident and sure of themselves, but have second thoughts all the time. they had to put on a fake facade, to live up to their expectations and lineage.

they were both also sort of people pleasers, annabeth couldn't really say no to anyone who asked her for help with things, like carrying the sky for luke especially, because not only where they giving her a chance to execute her knowledge and skill, the thought of helping someone made her genuinely happy. jason also loved seeing people happy, always wanting to say the right thing to satisfy someone, even if it meant he had to sacrifice his own struggles to help them.

fatal flaws:

annabeth’s fatal flaw, is hubris. when you are confident and sure that you can do something, and have a sense of excessive self pride.

and jason's fatal flaw is the temptation to deliberate. hesitation and second guessing, to put it in simpler words.both fatal flaws are so different, yet so similar, and they have both flaws, just in a different viewpoint.

as a child of athena, annabeth appears super confident and even conceding at times because of her wisdom, but at the same time, annabeth had to make sure she was one step ahead of everyone. she had to rethink everything and had to have a plan in her mind all the time, fearing that things wouldn't go smoothly.

she had to hesitate and second guess herself alot, despite her knowledge, like she did when she knew she had to look for the mark of athena. piper and percy had to boost up her confidence with affirmations, to let her know she's on the right path and to just follow her gut. annabeth feels obligated to have a temptation to deliberate, because, as a child of athena, she has to be all knowing and wise, and most definitely cannot fail her mother.

and jason? despite having a very low sense of self esteem and hesitation, he was so used to leading the people who were considered slightly inferior to him in camp jupiter, and basically getting treated like a celebrity for 12 years of his life in camp jupiter, that often, he thought what he did was right, he had his own perception of what a hero should be, and I quote

[“No, no,” Jason said. “I made my choice. You’re not to blame. You don’t owe me anything except to remember what I said. Remember what’s important.” “You’re important,” I said. “Your life!”Jason tilted his head. “I mean… sure. But if a hero isn’t ready to lose everything for a greater cause, is that person really a hero?”He weighted the word person subtly, as if to stress it could mean a human, a faun, a dryad, a griffin, a pandos… even a god”- Tower of Nero]

which was normal, since he had everyone basically following his lead without question as a kid. he's expanded on this in his conversation with piper in mark of athena, where he said he felt weird to suddenly be around people who were either equal/or superior to him in power, and not being in the ‘lead’ particularly.

jason had hubris, but certainly not in a way that you would call it an ego or excessive pride. he was hardwired and brainwashed into having his own perception of what is right and what is wrong, that he thought he was always making good enough decisions, at least from a roman child soldier’s standpoint. [Like when he was okay with not saving nico because it might sabotage their mission, he genuinely didn't think what he said was insensitive until hazel called him out, because he was brought up that way. he thought he was doing the right thing, by prioritising the mission and the duty, first. Like the dutiful roman he was made to be].

both annabeth and jason, have hubris and a temptation to deliberate.

annabeth and jason, also had an extremely difficult time breaking free from the thoughts that their godly parents were always right. It took on alot of disappointments for both of them to stand up to their parents (and not just godly ones, mind you)

they've both had disappointing absent mortal and godly parents with a hostile stepmother involved and monitored with each and every one of their moves. annabeth has had to deal with her stepmother playing the ‘bad cop’ with her father not even coming to her defence, just the way hera came butting into jason's life and giving him terrible memories, taking him away from thalia, with zeus not even caring.

speaking of which, they are both the only demigods who have harboured the most amount of resentment for hera. just the sight of hera pisses them both off, as it hera, stripped off so much time away from annabeth and percy, and memories from jason, which he never permanently got back.

this is sort of irrelevant but I'll add this anyway, in boo, athena also immediately liked jason for calling out zeus's unfairness to apollo, saying something like 'the boy is right' and she gave him an approving/appreciative look for his wisdom, which is pretty rare for athena to say or do to literally any demigod ever. this makes me wonder if she ever saw jason as someone who had some sort of athena legacy in him, which is why she was so pleasantly surprised with him. ugh we could've so gotten jason and annabeth as potential sibling figures bc of how many parallels they have, too bad that the percy/jason rivalry narrative was pushed too hard.

I hope I've drawn enough parallels with their characters, as a lot of you have been looking forward to this post for a while, hopefully this analysis hasnt been underwhelming for you all to read!

@thevoidcaller @karmaajr @onestorytorulethemall @newlyfoundwren @thesummerstorms

[adhd-fandom-hyperfocus]

Secret Box

Sorry no fancy formatting or anything here. I got sudden inspired to write this from an anon @moodymisty got Tagging @kit-williams because I know Mr. Turbo is her man Warnings: Hints of NSFW stuff at the very end. Sorry if Turbo sounds ooc I haven't written him at all before so be kind. Also, did not proofread this. MINOR DNI

"Oh I don't know, I would be unhappy too if all I had to was tear things down and war. Maybe he wants to something else?"

"What do you mean? He seems quite happy breaking things."

He watched you frown so deeply, "My little bother was like that, everyone thought he like being mad. Just did not know how to convey his feelings, and felt like he had to stay under father's thumb. But he really just wanted to be an artist. I loved his art!"

"I didn't know you had a brother, where is he?"

"Dead. Died angry and lonely because father wanted a soldier."

His furious hearts stopped in his chest. You saw him. You did not realize it, but you did. It scared him, mad him want to rage and break you. It made him want to keep you close. Show you those things he wanted to forget.

***

"What in the Emperor's name is that?"

"Oh one of those puzzle boxes, some call them secret boxes because once you open them you can keep little important secrets in them!" your smile makes his head spin and his stomach lurch.

He wanted you to smile at him like that more. He needed you to talk to him about the silly little boxes.

"Why do you have so many? They seem pointless, we do not have anything to keep in them."

"Oh, I am far too stupid to open them, but I find them beautiful, each one looks different, opens differently, and all so complex, like people!"

***

Weeks he slaved over his workbench, keeping this secret to all, which was made easy when got the small chance to engage with you. Or most commonly, watch you interact with others, needed to make sure you didn't give his secrets away; at least he tried to convince himself of that.

You thought yourself stupid, but you figured him out in a way not even the damn Emperor himself could. What looked so simple was perhaps the most complex of all.

You wanted to see the art he could create that wasn't for war, how his mind could do if allowed to run free. Called his work art, like it was something to also marvel at.

The primarch looked over his newest creation, the small box was intricate in it's design, how he liked things. But it was what was inside that made his chest feel weak, and yet made him powerful all the same. The primarch of iron was feeling himself soften at the heat that had made a permanent home in his lower abdomen.

When he presented the box to you he did not say he made it, refused to. But as he explained his lie, the look you cast at him shocked him. You knew his bluff. Of course you did.

"Well, whoever made this is a true master! I have never seen something to beautiful before, thank you my lord," you smile up at him, letting him keep his pride and secret, "I know you are a busy man, but should you remember who made this could you be so kind to your serf and tell me?"

Prutabo grunted and nodded, "If I feel so inclined. Let me know if and when you open it."

***

Days and weeks pass and you keep him updated with your progress, he makes comments that hint he isn't too interested, after all someone of his genius would have opened it already. You agree, but you won't give up. You determination makes his hearts feel like they are in knots. How happy and joyful you are over his little toy. The fun you find in testing yourself only just to say you did it. The moments of you updating him live inside his dreams, where he is brave enough to hold your hand and smile back.

The crusade had called him away and like always it kept him longer than anyone else. While his brothers got to reap all the glory he was cleanup, or the brunt hammer to break wills. So of course when the Lord of Iron returned everyone scattered. Hid like cowards.

Not you. Even with him exuding even more of his dour demeanor you came running up to him. Puzzle box in hand.

"My Lord! I know you just returned, but I have been waiting for teran weeks for you to return." you were overflowing with excitement; practically vibrating with it.

It was like a disease that spread quickly, because as you spoke his ire cooled. You were happy he was home.

"Make it quick." though he hoped you took as long as you wanted.

"I am about to open the box, and I wanted to open it with you!" you grin up at him coming closer, "Exciting right?"

You...waited for him. Wanted to share in his happiness with...Throne he thought he was going to burst out of his armor and into flames.

"For someone who cannot easily solve things, I suppose. Well, open it." he grumbled, fighting to keep his mask on.

As you moved the last piece into place and opened the lid, a centerpiece rose up, and thereupon it was a metal sculpting of morning glories rising up and in bloom, the spun slowly as music played. And resting inside the main flower was a small ring, designed to look like vines holding a blooming rose the held a pink diamond.

Oh the look upon your face he would have waited lifetimes just to see it. It made this little box the greatest thing he would ever fashion.

"My Lord...I...forgive me, my words are failing." you whisper still marveling at the spinning flowers, "I love morning glories..."

Perturabo nodded, "I am aware. I do listen..." he wanted to know about the ring, wanted you to wear it.

Let everyone know you were his. That you wanted to be his.

Tears well up in your eyes as you so gingerly take the ring. Without needing to ask he gently holds the box so you might place it upon one of your fingers. He watches intently as you try various fingers before putting it upon your ring finger.

"My..."

"Perturabo. You can call me by my name...should you wish to continue to wear that ring." he spoke so very softly for himself.

Thorne, he needed you to keep it on.

"I will, Perturabo," you say his name to see how it rolls off your tongue and it sounds like heaven to him.

When this crusade is over he will fill this place with sounds of your and his children, and he will cast off all this cold machinery for things that truly mattered to him. Being a toy maker in one's spare time wasn't such a foolish notion. He would not die like your brother, and leave you alone.

"Are you sure you want...I mean... I am a serf, people will talk and I do not want to tarnish your name." you whisper to him, eyes fixed on the ring.

"They would be foolish to speak of it where I can hear." was all he offered.

Your small hands slip over his covered in his massive gauntlets, and he was trembling to get this armor off.

"My Lady, if it pleases you," his voice low and he leaned in close so no other could hear, "I wish to remove this armor, if you would wait for me in my chambers..." he couldn't believe he was doing this! Smoothness and words were not his strong points, but for you, he would try, "There is a puzzle I would like to get to know intimately, work with my hands, would you be willing?"

His face burned as he waited what felt like eons for you to reply. Was this all too much too fast? Was he being a fool?

You take the music puzzle box from him and when you pull back you are smiling with cheeks as flushed as his, "I would love that. Now go before your men see you this shade of red and not yelling. I do not want to ruin your reputation." you tease

Perturabo smiled, "You, I will allow to ruin me." he said before tearing off to get this damn armor off.

[twilightkitkat]

Ok so if technically there are 2 Logans alive in the timeline rn (which doesn't make sense thank you Marvel)

How do you think they would interact if they met each other

Assuming that Logan is still alive and just in Mexico or Canada hiding out, I think it'd be interesting as hell if he heard about a Wolverine dupe. Because he definitely didn't live in the city and judging from the rumors, they wore a yellow suit and had his signature tufted hair. ...Which he was very much not sporting right now.

Deadpool's Timeline is before the Westchester Incident so Charles isn't yet classified as a weapon of mass destruction, even if the government is definitely wary of him. Therefore, Logan could justify leaving for a bit to investigate these rumors (if just for old times' sake and for an excuse to check up on the X-men).

He expects them to be, like most things, incredibly fake.

Except when he does some digging... they don't seem to be entirely fabricated? One guy even showed him the scars from claw marks that looked identical to his own, but Logan knew damn well he wasn't in the area at the time. Much less infiltrating a drug ring.

He snoops around and hears rumors that this new Wolverine sticks close to Deadpool. That's... an interesting name. It's vaguely familiar, and something in him recognizes it, but he can't quite place where he heard it.

But the way people react to the name "Deadpool" is telling enough. Even people who are entrenched in the underground look around warily, as if afraid to give out too much information. People are hesitant to speak, fearful of the idea of him alone.

But Logan's nothing if not persistent. He settles down in a seedy bar where he knows shady business happens and listens. If this guy was as big of a deal as people act, he should pick something up.

Soon enough, the name pops up.

"I'm thinking of hiring Deadpool for this job, actually," some sleazy rich guy remarks as he leans back in his chair. Logan's senses lock onto the conversation immediately.

"Really? Isn't that a little excessive? You know how expensive he is these days," his companion replies.

"But there's a reason he's in demand. It's a two-for-one deal these days, you know," another person at the table adds.

"Exactly," the guy nods, "Deadpool is already a force to be reckoned with on his own, but with Wolverine? They're unstoppable."

"I once saw them fight," someone nearby pipes up, "it was terrifying."

"Deadpool alone is terrifying. Did you hear what happened to Francis?" someone murmurs.

By the end of the night, Logan has a rough idea of what he's working with. Deadpool seems to be a mercenary who's well-known for getting the job done for the right price, no matter how gruesome it is. He's also someone you'd hate to cross and who would stop at nothing to get revenge, which apparently became known after he killed some bigshot named Francis.

Deadpool was definitely... interesting, to say the least (it isn't often that a mercenary is feared more than major organization leaders) but it wasn't what he came for. No, the real piece of information was that his copycat seemed to hang around Deadpool. The two were inseparable, they'd said.

"The Wolverine" apparently showed up out of the blue one day and has been trailing after Deadpool ever since. The two seemed to be partners of sorts, and Wolverine never made any appearances in battles where Deadpool wasn't present. Rumors seem to be that Deadpool hired him or that he owed Deadpool a great debt, although some people who've encountered them whisper that they might be something much deeper. Lovers, almost.

Logan snorted. What was the point of someone dressing like him if all they were gonna do was run around with a mercenary helping on missions? No evil scheme, no grand imitation, and the guy didn't even make public appearances. Maybe he was just a fanboy or some shit.

Although he wasn't as wary anymore, something in him still felt the need to investigate further. And luckily, he knew who was going to hire Deadpool next and the job he was gonna give. All he had to do was intercept.

And so he did.

He turned into the alleyway to see some guy in a red suit and... himself?

It wasn't just a realistic copy. It was an honest-to-god clone. He smelled like him, looked like him, moved like him. He had adamantium claws like him and the exact same build. Except this guy actually fucking shaved from time to time and still kept his hair up.

"Ohhh, looks like we have a visitor, Wolvie," Deadpool chirped.

Wolverine shook his head, "Damn it, I told you he was gonna drop by to check on the rumors eventually. It's what I would've done."

"...Who are you?" Logan asked warily, tensing up.

"I'm Deadpool, as you probably already know, and this is you! Well, you from another universe. Say hi!" the man in red dramatically gestured to Wolverine, who grumbled in irritation.

"From another universe?" Logan crossed his arms.

"Yeah, bub. Believe it or not, I don't care. But we're not here to cause trouble, I'm just stuck with this lunatic here so there's two of us right now." Wolverine insulted him, but let Deadpool lean over to wrap an arm around his shoulder, whining about how he chose to stay here so he was stuck by choice.

It was... a lot to take in. Logan didn't really know how to feel about it. It was odd seeing another version of him so close to someone. He forgot what it felt like, to be like that with people. Hell, even when Scott and Jean were alive, he wasn't like that. He fucked off most of the time and they were happy to ignore him until something serious happened.

It was also odd to see another, apparently older, version of him look... so much younger. Well, younger wasn't the right word, but energized? Less depressed? He still had wrinkles on his forehead and a hardness in his eyes, but it was softer. Like he had something to live for and fight for. (Something Logan hadn't in a while.)

Somehow, the other version of him was both more and less jaded. He had a vaguely haunted look on his face when Logan mentioned the X-men, one even Logan himself didn't quite understand the depths of. He'd clearly been through some shit in his original world, maybe even more fucked up than his own trauma.

But it was like someone sanded down those jagged edges. Until they stopped cutting into him every time he sifted through his emotions.

(Logan never had anyone do that for him, not really. Jean cared, vaguely, but she prioritized Scott and was more focused on her own life than Logan's baggage. Charles cared too—he'd taken him in and made sure he had the necessities—but he had so many children that there was only so much attention he could give to a rugged stray. He didn't ever manage to file down his sharp ridges, he just kept cutting himself and hoping one day it'd get easier. That he'd get used to it.)

When he sees the soft look in Wolverine's eyes as he looks at Deadpool, Logan thinks he knows who's responsible.

[csharp-official]

C standard library is abysmal and every part of it was misdesigned, I can pick a random part of it and see it all fall apart.

The way locales are done means you can't reliably print out formatted numbers in a locale-indepenent fashion as there's no locale-accepting version of say, printf.

string.h is an embarrassment. strncpy is not a string function as its post-condition does not create a string at its destination in every case. It is also not a "safe version of strcpy" either, wrongly misleading people into thinking it is. The intended use of strcat results in O(n^2) performance when concatenating many strings. While the null-terminated string representation has problems on its own, string.h compounds them significantly.

Null-terminated strings and string.h are a symptom of a larger problem of C that is an utter lack of sensible buffer management, like some form of a slice type, contained within a single variable. But also you can't write one because the type system does not have any form of expressing a "generic type" like the built-in array types, or pointer types. Every such type has to be provided by the base language and this results in a situation where complex numbers, atomics and others are introduced as a language feature (!).

The type system is a joke and will let you assign integers to pointer variables, and this will only result in a compiler warning.

Compiler warnings are something you _have_ to enable in order to have any form of reasonable software development experience, but this is once again a something you have to remember while writing your Makefiles. -Wall does not enable "all warnings" because it broke somebody important's code when compiled together with "-Werror" and so "all warnings" in this context means "enable all warnings the compiler had in like nineteen-ninety-something". Newbies will not know to do enable warnings, as most tutorials are written by people who have no clue themselves. The solution to this problem would be introducing a concept "so okay, compiler, give me a reasonable set of warning flags as you believe is appropriate for 2024" and later on when you're feeling up to grabbing more diagnostics to warn about, you bump the warning wave into a next number, but such thing is yet to be introduced.

The way C99 variable length arrays interact with sizeof operator makes me cringe (if any part of the expression touches a VLA, sizeof becomes a runtime operation instead of compile time one), to the point I am glad that C11 no longer makes VLAs mandatory so I hope most implementations will nope out of them.

The C language syntax is also a joke and has its own thorns.

The most reasonable way to use C language is to avoid touching the C standard library at all, but this results in bespoke solutions incompatible with other people's bespoke solutions. Check a random project you will likely see it reimplement a string type.

In some ways you could dismiss these issues and treat C as a some form of portable assembler ("the language that provides you a mechanism but no policy, you're the one responsible for policy"), but you will be hindered by the gradual change of how undefined behaviour is treated both by the community and by the compilers over the years. It used to mean "several compilers did it differently so we're leaving it up to them" but nowadays is interpreted as "compiler will assume that every code path that leads to the code that would exhibit undefined behaviour is assumed to never happen" which leads to "interesting" situations where null checks are optimized away out of the produced binary code, increasing the severity of security holes many many times, and making the mapping from C code to assembly not obvious, making the supposed advantage of C illusory.

And then when you point all of this out the community will victim blame you and say that you should have been more careful.

Chat gimmick blogs are interacting with me what does this mean

[holorform2009]

Ok. I've been reading yandere DC x reader stuff and all.

They all have their own unique way of writing and the plots too. But have you ever thought of making the reader a sprunki like?

I've seen others make reader a mermaid, animal/shape shifter, robin, a villain, and etc. But I have never seen someone make reader a sprunki, I know the sprunki just came out a days ago but like.

What I'm trying to say is

What if reader has a Music syndrome? (I made this up, this syndrome does not exist.)

Music syndrome is a person who only speaks music or sound to communicate people or express their feeling or wanted to talk. And of course, this syndrome has no cure. But anyways, if reader has a Music syndrome, they can only let out a noise of what it sounds like a music. Just a single tone. I image reader as brud in sprunki, and I would like to imagine how the DC characters interact reader who speaks music. Their confused expression as to what the reader is trying to say to them.

They tried to understand you but failed to do so, and I also wanted to add a bit of spice here. Since there is a horror version of brud, why not make music syndrome!reader have a trauma ✨

Reader does not like black top hat and it will trigger them, because it reminded them of what he did to their friends, especially wenda— *cough cough* Anyways! And I wanted to imagine the face of every DC characters to reader's head that got bitted by Simon and how shocked they are when they found out you have the tiniest brain that the bite could not reach it and you manage to survive Simon's bite. Walking around like that will give them a fright because you look like a zombie.

How did reader end up in the DC ? Well I want to image a scenario where reader escapes the bloody chaos, managed to escape wenda's wrath and also Black. They see a light grey door, they opened it and poof! They are now in the DC universe!

You are so confused when you enter this universe, when you looked down to yourself you have an arms and a digits. What is this you thought. You take a look around your surroundings and noticed you are not in that hellhole anymore, no more Simon eating what's left of you, no more Wenda stabbing you, and black... You shake your head. You do not want to remember that mean guy.

As you explore this unfamiliar world, you heard what it sounds like a murmur, the tone sounded worried. You looked at the source of sound, wondering who was looking at you. I mean. You head a fricking huge bite mark on your head, who wouldn't be worried about that? Furthermore, who wouldn't be surprised that the fact your still alive from that large wound? You have a smallest, tiniest brain of course.

"yo buddy"

You stopped, and turned around to see a man with black suit and a blue logo on his chest. "You need a medical attention there little guy!" When you blinked, you were snatched into his hold and held you up like Mufasa in the lion king. Startled by his sudden actions, you let out a noise of surprise but to him, he heard you sang.

"🎶🎵🎵🎶🎶🎵!"

So yeah, that's how you met Nightwing.

You are now at the hospital, your big ass bite mark is wrapped up in a pure white cloth. To be honest you didn't fell any pain from the biting or stabbing but it hurts to see your friend hurting you.

A tall lady approached you, gently rubbing circles on your back as she spoke to you "Where are your parents, little one?" What

What's a parent?

"🎶🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎶?" You sang. The nurse was left dumfounded at your response, not sure how to reply to that but she only said "Okay..." definitely did not understand what you said right there. "Do you feel any pain or anything that makes you uncomfortable? Just nod if yes and shake if no"

You shake your head no.

"Okay, I'll ask the doctor if you are ready to go"

With that she left, leaving you there. Sitting on the bed as you wonder what are you going to do now since you escaped from hell.

And that's how you end up here.

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➸ INTERESTS; -atwow!neteyam x fem!metkayina reader

➸ BACKGROUND; -As the omatikayan family takes refuge within your clan, it seems sparks begin to fly when tension rises with the oldest brother and yourself over a shared family dinner. The question isn't what'll happen between you two, it's what'll you do to prevent things from getting further.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. roughly 4.5k, angst, scar mentions, romantic tension, injury mentions, crying, trauma, fighting, slapping, errrr idk what else.

➸a.i; - oh yeah character development and lore towards the end perfect, i am currently working on the aizawa fic and the 2nd part of the lo'ak fic, bare w me guys pls

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♡- Let Me Know [I]

You had finished with caretaking the children of the village a little earlier than expected, saying your goodbyes and grabbing your belongings. You walked with a swift pace towards the ends of the village by the reefs, knowing your siblings and the sully family was there.

You had felt a little guilty honestly, you promised them last night that you would be there for the entirety of their training just to leave because you had business to attend to for the people in your village. You can vividly remember the sadness on little Tuk's face when you told her, but she immediately cheered up when you told her you'd return as soon as possible.

Of course, her eldest brother had the same reaction as her, quickly to whisper in your ear 'I'll see you soon, don't keep me waiting long' before you had left, you smiled to yourself softly placing your hand on your ear. Before shaking your head and brushing off the feeling as you had just made your way to them.

"Hey guys" you said, waving to everyone in the water as you placed your bag down near your sisters, by the docks. Everyone else said their hellos and waved back at you now coming closer to the shore.

"Y/n! Y/n!" Tuk shouted, now letting go of her brothers hold and rushing towards you and leaping into your now open arms for a hug. You laughed as she hugged you, her soaking wet body now wetting yours, she laughed back.

You soon let go of her as she did you, rambling about everything she had done and what they were going to do now, riding 'water ikrans', making you chuckle slightly correcting her terms as it was called an 'ilu'. She only nodded and you pointed to her brother, who was now standing right behind her.

"I'm sorry for her outburst, she's been talking about you since you left" Neteyam spoke, shaking his head as Tuk turned around to hug him, in one swift movement he picked her up. You only smiled at the two saying it was alright, and you didn't mind it, before you two could share a conversation everyone else came along.

Your brother had stayed back into the water, swimming in the shallow area while your sister was telling you who would split up with who to teach the sully children how to ride the ilu's. He soon motioned for everyone to follow him back into the water, which they soon did. Roxto would be helping Kiri, Ao'nong would be helping Tuk, she would be helping Lo'ak, which would leave you with Neteyam.

"Did you make the pairings? It sounds like you just want to hang out with Lo'ak. I've seen you two interact, you always act so bubbly around him." You said, nudging her arm as you both turned around making your way to the shore, she only smiled trying to hide her tinted face as she blushed.

"Stop it isn't like that, we're just friends, I didn't have a choice anyways, Neteyam had already said he wanted you to be the one to help him." she spoke softly, looking at your surprised expression, stopping dead in your tracks and winking at you as she went into the water to go to Lo'ak, leaving you there with your eyes wide.

You looked over to see Neteyam in the water, already looking at you. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath before making your way over to him, quickly tying your long curly hair in a ponytail and opening your eyes again.

As you made your way into the water and walked towards Neteyam, who looked like a patient child waiting on you, you began to click your tongue and whistle calling out to your ilu. Quickly after, your ilu appeared in front of you, cooing, you pet it with a smile while you called out its name and came closer to Neteyam.

"Neteyam, this is Nima, my ilu and Nima this is Neteyam. You can climb on top of her but be gentle please. Ilu's are gentle creatures, but also very sensitive, if you feel her being difficult just let her go." You spoke, not even moving your head to look up at him, keeping your eyes on Nima.

He only thanked you and shortly climbed atop her without any effort, you held out the point of where he had to make tsaheylu. As his fingers grazed yours to grab the point you looked up at him, he smiled seeing your gaze and quickly made tsaheylu with your ilu.

"Just try to ride around for a small distance at first, then we'll practice farther, let's start with small circles." You said, whipping your head away from his gaze and motioning around you, he frowned for a while and hummed in response, directing Nima in the way he wanted.

The entire time you made sure to not look Neteyam in the eyes, just watching his figure or your ilu spin around you slowly. Although last night was flattering it was also getting dangerous, whatever tension or feelings that were beginning to grow between you two, it needed to die down and quickly.

You're a very busy young woman, you're aiding the woman and children in the clan, along with taking studies and practices with your mother to become the future tsahik. Not even mentioning how you're helping your younger brother strengthen his mind to become the future olo'eyktan of your people as he wasn't mature enough now.

Now was possibly the worst time for any sort of romantic relations to appear so abruptly, especially from a foreign family. Not even physically, but mentally and emotionally, you didn't see yourself prepared for something that needed so much dedication and work when you had barely placed any onto yourself.

You were used to compliments and being approached by several men within the village attempting to court you, but as quick as they confessed you were even quicker to reject them.

It was never as difficult as it is now to reject someone hinting towards you, so what is it about Neteyam that's making you draw closer to him than further away? The same idea kept you tossing for a while last night before finally falling asleep.

There was definitely something about him that was different, the way he looked at you in a way you still couldn't understand. Maybe in a sense that he wanted you to look at him or try to read him the way he did for you. The way he spoke to you with such grace and care, how he was with you, and even how he spoke of you when you weren't even around.

He was a strange one, that you could definitely agree with. Even so you technically can't even set him aside, as it's now your duty to welcome them to your home, and he hadn't actually said he likes you or attempted to court you. All you can do is stay and wait for the right moment to cancel all of it and cause a distance between you, seemed easy enough.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you realized you hadn't seen Neteyam make another lap infront of you. You turned around to see him on top of your ilu, zoned out as his eyes were placed on your back.

"Why did you stop?" You asked softly, slowly making your way over to him, assuming something was wrong with either him or Nima, he raised a brow motioning towards your back.

"What happened to your back?" He asked out of curiosity, you stood for a quick second, paused at his question, then remembered the large scar you had on your back. You frowned slightly, removing the band you had in your hair to let your hair down, covering your scar as you reached over your shoulder touching it.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked" he said sternly, he quickly caught onto your act, stopping his tsaheylu from Nima and coming down by your side and placing his hands on your shoulders. You only shook your head, now fixing your hair behind your ears so they were away from your face.

"It's not your fault, you didn't know" you said quietly, backing away from him slightly as he let go of your shoulders. Before he was able to say anything else you quickly changed the subject, congratulating him as he was now able to ride an ilu, telling him to continue his practices. You swam your way over to your brother, telling him to keep an eye on everyone as you were to return.

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Soon after your return you had found everyone had finished for the day, going their own ways, which you soon did with your little sister. You sat with the children of the village making song cords and jewelry from shells you had found this morning with them. Smiling as you saw Tuk and Riti sitting side by side, babbling too each other as they braided, smiling to yourself before being interrupted by Roxto.

He came in running, and stopped, currently hunched over trying to catch his breath, nearly startling you and the others half to death. You looked over to your friends, signaling to them you'd return, knowing Roxto of all people would only be here if something serious had occurred.

Soon after he caught his breath, one of the children handed him a cup of water to drink out of, he thanked them as you smiled, patting them on the head. Roxto pulled you and Tsireya near him, motioning to step aside so he could speak to you both. You did as such, unaware that both Riti and Tuk had followed behind the two of you as Roxto spoke.

"I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first" he said with an awkward smile trying to lighten the mood. You glared at him as you all walked, turning to the side and catching a quick glance at the two children trailing behind you both. You picked up Riti, holding her to your side as you held Tuk's hand with your free one. Tsireya asked for the good news first, to which Roxto nodded.

"The tulkun are to return soon! We will be reunited along our brothers and sisters soon" he said pointing up as if saying something you hadn't already known. You rolled your eyes, walking a little slower now so Tuk could keep up with your pace. "The bad news is that a fight broke out between the sully children and Ao'nung and his friends, now everyone is kind of in trouble." He spoke rapidly, barely giving you and Tsireya time to process what had just come out his mouth.

"What?!" You both spoke in unison, honestly surprised neither of the children had heard what Roxto had said, both in their own worlds. You remained wide eyed while your sisters mouth remained agape, he only nodded, saying that all of the boys were now within your family's hut as your father had said 'Your sister will deal with you and your friends' to Ao'nung.

If you weren't holding Riti or holding Tuk's hand you would've face palmed by now for sure. You leave everyone alone for not even a few hours and trouble is striking already? The new family had barely been here a week and trouble was already spewing, this was ridiculous.

You took a deep breath arriving towards the entrance of your hut, sighing as you saw the boys all sitting around, none of them speaking to the other. You let go of Tuk's hand and placed Riti down, bending down towards their eye level and telling them to stay at the entrance where they would be seen to play. Thankfully both of them were very obedient children and only nodded and walked off hand in hand.

You made your way over to the boys, Roxto and Tsireya standing behind you. They all began to stand as you got in a good look at their faces, everyone was injured. Your brother and his friends seeming more bruised than the two sully brothers, they must be good fighters, 2 against 3-4 is impressive.

You took your time with each of them, scanning their faces and moving their heads from side to side to scan their entirety for bruises or cuts. As you made your way to Neteyam you looked him in the eyes, placing your finger underneath his chin, then grabbing it and turning his head to the side, then the other. His breath hitched and he looked down in dissapointment, unable to meet anymore of your gaze, you only huffed and moved onto Lo'ak.

Surprisingly, he barely looked at you, he was looking behind you. You quickly let out a chuckle realizing his eyes were locked on Tsireya, who kept her distance from behind you. His injuries seemed to be the least out of the group, and soon after you finished with the boys the last in line was your brother, keeping his chest puffed out.

When you grabbed his face and began to turn it, your finger made its way to a bruise on the side of his face. You pressed down on it causing him to wince in pain, backing away from you and keeping his hand over it, attempting to protect it.

"Stop causing problems, or I'll be the next one to add more bruises to your skin" you spoke softly, pointing at him. He nodded and stood back up straight, you then pointed to all of the boys, saying that phrase refers to all of them, they all nodded or hummed in agreeance.

"You two, go back to your kelku, I'm sure your parents are waiting for you." [home] You spoke, pointing to the two sully boys in annoyance and pointed towards the entrance. Before they could even move you felt two hands wrap around your legs from behind.

"What happened to your face!! Ew!!" Riti shouted, pointing at all of the boys, you quickly turned around, grabbing Riti by her arm and moving her elsewhere. The boys all looked at one another in confusion, then back at you and Riti.

"Riti, I told you to stay outside with Tuk, where is she?" You spoke, Riti only giggled and pointed behind you, to where you heard a small voice from behind you from the entrance of your hut saying 'boo!' knowing it was Tuk.

Your serious demeanor soon became soft as you laughed at the two, as Tuk came from behind you and high-foured Riti, both girls laughing. You shook your head at them both, standing up to your full height and extending your hands out to them both, each of them taking a hand.

"C'mon girls, let's go back to the others in the village, these guys are being mean, they got into a fight so now they're in trouble." You said, glaring at the boys and looking back at the two girls, who kept pointing at the boys and sharing their 'ooo's' as you exited with them. But not before seeing their ears pin flat against their heads as they blushed faintly out of embarrassment.

As you made your way back to the small pond where the children of the village stayed under your care you passed by Roxto and Tsireya, who seemed to be in deep conversation with Kiri. You only smiled to them and continued walking, now becoming lost in thought.

You needed to talk to Neteyam, maybe as soon as possible to find out exactly what the relationship between you two was. The subtle glances you two had shared earlier said a lot, but not enough to give you a genuine answer.

The way he looked at you with sadness and remorse meant something, that's the first time he's ever diverted his gaze from yours. You could tell from his look and body language that he wasn't at fault for the fight, but there still could've been a better resolution towards their problems.

Well, not really, sometimes your brother and his friends needed a good scolding or beating, thankfully they had finally gotten it. You wondered if Neteyam had spoken to anyone else about you in private, more or so how he feels about you. Maybe just maybe with the luck of Eywa you'd find that person, or him at the right time to speak about it.

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You were now at a small campfire with majority of your friends, none of the boys to be seen other an A'tan, who sat beside Kiri and his younger sister Riti. Riti and Tuk were now drawing in the sand while giggling to one another as you, your sister, A'tan, and Kiri were talking about the fight that had happened, leaving you to shake your head.

"I'm sorry for the problems my brother causes, he's so immature and stupid" you said softly to Kiri, who only shook her head and laughed. Apparently, she didn't care for what had happened prior, as the fight was amusing enough to her where she laughed so hard, she cried. A'tan sat with his legs stretched out as he laughed, repeating the phrase of picturing Ao'nung falling to the ground just to pin Lo'ak down. You smiled, looking over to Tsireya and seeing her facial expression seeming as if she was in pain, wincing at the thought.

You had all agreed that the entire situation was unexpected, but amusing. Now wondering where all of the boys were, and what their punishments have been, or how severe they wer-

"Guys!! Guys!!" You heard a familiar voice shout from afar, running towards you snapping you out of your thoughts. All of you quickly turned your heads towards the voice only to see Roxto, running towards you all.

"You're getting in a lot of cardio today" Tsireya joked, earning a snicker from you. Roxto paused, catching his breath as he came up to you, placing his hands on his knees then standing straight.

'Really bad news, you need to come with me, now.' He signed, still attempting to catch his breath, nodding as you raised a brow and signed back in return if it had to do with the boys. Chills ran down your spine as you looked up at the night sky, quickly standing up.

"Stay with the children, both of you. We'll return soon enough." You said, pointing at Tsireya and A'tan, motioning for Kiri to follow along with you. You began to walk back towards the main docs of the reefs, as Roxto began explaining that's where everyone was as something terrible had happened.

The more you heard from him the sicker you felt, this was horrible truly. How could Lo'ak end up outside of the reef in the middle of the ocean unsupervised? No one was hunting especially not out this late in the night, he had only just gotten here with his family.

"And apparently, Ao'nung let him out there, as a way to get revenge and prank him after the f-"

"What." You spoke, cutting Roxto off, your heart dropping hearing his words as you stood in the sand. Your eyes hung wide as you looked at him in disbelief, there's no way.

Your brother, your stupid, selfish, childish, ignorant brother led Lo'ak out into the reefs? Alone? No one has heard or seen of him since early afternoon? Your head began to spin, and your heart pounded hard, whatever Roxto was saying now was going in one ear and out the other.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, speaking to you, but you couldn't hear him, drowning in your own thoughts. Without thought you removed his hands from your shoulders, pushing him off as you now darted straight for the docks, being pushed by nothing but adrenaline and fear.

The distance wasn't far between the length you had walked and the docks, which you made it too in short time, pushing past the crowd and going towards the front. As you were there you scanned for the waters and edge of the doc until you saw Lo'ak, who was being checked by his mother. Without thought you rushed over to him, not even realizing Neteyam was behind you, watching his brother's movements, waiting for the right time to approach him.

"Lo'ak!" You shouted, quickly grabbing his face and examining his body for injuries, repeatedly asking if he was alright or if he was injured. As he was barely able to scramble an answer out you quickly turned him around, checking his back for any scars or injuries similar to yours.

You exhaled in relief to see nothing on his back as he turned back around, you kept your hands on his shoulders. Your eyes were squeezed tight, you drew in a quick breath before letting him go, placing your hands over your eyes, attempting to not cry.

Why did this have to happen? After everything you went through in those dangerous waters years ago, it all had to come back within an instant to haunt you. You could never catch a break, and it was killing you, as exciting and fun your morning was you never expected your night to turn out this way.

You backed away from Lo'ak, making your way over to Ao'nung, before he, or your parents were able to open their mouths, you shoved him, to which he held his ground.

"Is your head just empty, or are you so blinded by getting your way that you didn't realize you could've killed someone today?!" You shouted, tears streaming down your face as you spoke, unable to even look him in his eyes.

"You know what lurks out in those waters, you know of what happens to those that go there! They either escape just barely, or they don't!! You know because of what happened to me!" You shouted again, now shoving him harder, feeling a strong arm from behind attempt to pull you back.

You only stood your ground, wiping your tears and looking up at your brother, seeing pure sorrow and regret in his eyes as he looked back at you. Then placing his head down in shame, unable to look at you, his eyes tearing up as well.

"I'm sorry tsmuke, I never expected that he would've encountered with the aku-" [sister]

You quickly cut him off, slapping him, hard. Quickly brushing off your father's arm that was holding you back. Your previous sadness and fear now turning into rage, you stood looking at him and clenching your fist as your palm burned slightly.

"Your apology won't take back what the pxazangs did to me." [akulas] You said with a snarl, your father quickly pulled you two apart from one another, shouting at you and pulling you away. You didn't fight him, you knew better than to try, you only turned your shoulder to see your brother with his head still held down as he kept a hand on his cheek from where you had slapped him.

You soon heard Lo'ak speaking and light chatter begin to form as you walked by, but you didn't pay attention. Continuing to walk as you kept your hands at your sides, bawling them both into fists, soon making eye-contact with Neteyam, who looked at you with such sadness. You only returned his look with a cold gaze, then meeting the floor as you left the docks, passing by Kiri who had walked up behind Neteyam and Roxto, who was outside.

You ignored his pleas and attempts to cheer your mood, seeing your sad and twisted face, walking towards the place of where the family had trained this morning. You called for Nima, who came within seconds, before climbing upon her, making tsaheylu and submerging underneath the dark blue sea. You only peeked over your shoulder, feeling the waters drain your eyes of any tears you had left to fall, making sure you weren't followed, before diverting your gaze back ahead of you.

You looked ahead and directed your ilu to a secluded part of the reefs, a large rock caved in is where you rested. Nothing had ever rested or grown in or around it, which is what first caught your attention when you had first seen it. Overtime it became a safe haven for you, you'd had it decorated sweetly on the inside, as it was protected within by features of the land and a massive air bubble, allowing you to remain there as long as you wanted.

Soon after sending your ilu off, you turned back to your little home, a frown pasted on your face. You soon walked over to the large woven blankets you'd piled in the corner, calling it you 'bed', sitting atop it. You sat and huddled your knees towards your chest, resting your forehead on them as you began to tear up, lost in thought.

Your heart felt flooded with shame and betrayal, upset with yourself and the entire world. You didn't like how you sprung out without thought, or the fact you had hurt your brother. You didn't like the fact your father pulled you back and silenced you when you attempted to express what you had gone through. You didn't like how the clan exchanged strange glances at you, not after slapping your brother, but after mentioning something had happened to you out in the waters.

It had felt as if the entire world had forgotten of you and what you'd gone through, or how you still struggle with it today. Barely being able to keep yourself together you break down into sobs, loud ones. The best part about being in a part of the ocean no one knows about is that no one will hear you, and your tears will go back to the ocean.

Responsibilities within your family were too great to bear, you were needed for everything. Whether to help out anyone within or outside of the family or burying your build of emotions in order to help others with theirs, it was too much. You hadn't meant to do or say any of the things you did, and you hadn't meant to be so vile or selfish, but maybe just this once it wouldn't hurt to be selfish.

Just this once, you needed time to yourself, real time. Not taking after others or being a rag used to clean everything up and left out to dry. The pain of being overlooked was too much, and the pain of your past trauma or greatest insecurity still finding its way to haunt you was even worse.

No matter how hard you thought you could try or how much work you'd bury yourself underneath, problems you refuse to deal with will always make their way back to you.

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✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[starburr]

Another thing that I think about is despite we see Orion pushing D-16 to imagine more, to strive for it, he ultimately means well. He says "I did this for us" during the race even if what comes next is to D-16's annoyance, or the way he looked over to wait for D-16 to catch up during their quest to find the matrix. Orion is impulsive and selfish at times but makes sure to try and figure out what to do next instead of just internalizing it, because he knows he wants others to succeed with him. He dreams big because he wants to be more, and wants what he reaps to give to others because of how they "can be so much more."

On the other hand, D-16 is easily hurt and angry, selfish. It makes sense given his entire life was built on lies, and even before that he felt frustrated but ultimately resigned himself to the fact that they're "just miners. We mine, that's it." He put his faith in Sentinel and the system they lived in that was built on lies, believed in it, but blames others for it. Notice when he lashes out at Orion that he blames him specifically, not even questioning himself on why he believed Sentinel for so long or what he could do to change their lives now. He projects that Orion is constantly thinking about himself and no one else, and yet he still thinks about Sentinel's deception towards him, not his people. He's realistic because he reacts to his first taste of power with a willingness to fight back (maybe too willing), but with the added philosophy of "might makes right" no matter the consequences. Even as he's aiming to kill Sentinel, he's desperate to get it done. He doesn't want to think about the consequences as much as he knows there are, because that's for him to figure out later once he achieves his satisfaction. I'm not calling Orion blameless and perfect for the rest of their interactions in the movie leading up to their falling out, but he at least is thinking of the bigger picture and how it is they can be better.

D just wanted Sentinel dead, I don't fault him for that. But if you are to cement that philosophy that only the strong should rule in front of your entire people, it will make everything inevitably worse as far as overthrowing corrupt governments go. You've replaced your sell-out two-faced fake prime of a leader with an even worse one, one who demands you stay on protocol or else you face the consequences. He believes that others are as selfish as him, even as he was breaking down after having shot Orion, he still blamed him. "Why did you do that why?!?!" Not once did he try to comfort Orion or the others after the revelation that Sentinel betrayed the Primes, this leads him to further becoming cold and intimidating because he believes he can only trust himself. He is right to want Sentinel to pay for his actions, but wrong for not thinking of the consequences of killing him and applying this 'might makes right' mindset right after he's still projecting his selfishness onto others.

D-16/Megatron is a complex character, a tragedy that makes you wish he wasn't so selfish because ultimately, he was still Orion's friend, something that Orion never forgot. Even in the final battle, where both of them were still relying too much on their new-found abilities, Orion wasn't trying to hurt him. Well, I should say Optimus, but where D-16 saw another Prime to be crushed after renouncing them, Optimus still saw the same miner bot he cared for so long.

[austinslounge]

I honestly tried to like Kaia, I truly did, but I can’t stand this shit anymore. Her desperate attempts to be popular, seem interesting and ”deep” are driving me insane at this point. I know it’s probably not her fault, but her parents’, they made her this cringy attention-seeker after all. I can’t understand what Austin sees in her other than her family’s connections or just a plain PR agreement. She has no personality, she always tries to gain popularity by copying her mother(or people she’s dating). It’s funny how she doesn’t even look that much like Cindy, sure, she’s beautiful, but Presley literally stole Cindy’s face. Her attempts to seem intelligent are also miserable. I’ve never seen any of her book club readings, because for me, most of her book recommendations are just airplane reads, but I’ve seen many people say that even when she’s talking about books, it seems scripted and staged. Like someone just gave her a summary and she retells what happened in the book, that’s it. I mean, what intelligence? She never even bothered to take basic acting classes. Her comments about nepotism speak volumes too. During the pandemic she bragged about having dinner reservations and partying with her friends. Her merch is awful. With all her money and resources, she could have made some really good stuff, but why would she?Her small insane fan base will pay 50$ for an ugly white shirt with a caption either way. She’s desperately clinging to anyone who can give her even the smallest amount of fame, her following people and then unfollowing them if they don’t follow back. The way she was clinging to Austin hardcore in July, dragging him away from his fans, when he wanted to interact with them. Her stupid cake for his birthday. Don’t even get me started on how she makes out with her female friends constantly or throws herself on her male costars or short SNL guys. I don’t know why I feel so annoyed and disgusted by her all the time. I swear, this girl spoils my excitement for Austin and his work every fucking time. Nepotism is not always a bad thing, there are talented nepo babies, but she’s like the epitome of everything I hate about nepotism. I don’t know how she can rub shoulders with people who actually have talent, get invited to all these awards and red carpets. Kaia had plenty of time to prove that she’s worth something, she’s been in the industry since she was a child, but no. Why would she prove anything? Her mother is Cindy Crawford, her father is a millionaire worth 400 million, her boyfriend is Austin Butler. I just wish she will go away finally. No matter how hard I try, I can’t warm up to her. Sadly, looking at the state she is now, you can clearly tell that the girl has issues, but sadly,having no brain,she can’t understand that she’s a tragedy about to happen.

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Girl! I wish I could give you an award for this post. You basically hit the nail squarely on the head with the many various reasons why a lot of us in Austin's fandom don't like this girl! I'd be saying the exact same thing if Austin were dating another woman just like this. I'm actually verrry surprised that people haven't called Kaia out on her very obvious clout-chasing by now.

I'll be honest, I never really cared for her even when she was dating Elordi. I don't hate her, she's just meh to me. Always has been. So my thoughts and feelings about her are not about Austin. It's more so about what I've observed about her over the years.

Her dating Austin just makes things even more unbearable though -- especially when you know that he could do so much better. 😩 But hey, it's his life, not mine!

When I realized they were dating however, I really did try to like her too, or at least give her a chance. I saw that Austin was with her, so I was trying to be a "good fan"and see what he may see in her. But last year, I started seeing more and more negative things that I just didn't like about her.

I really don't have much to add to this wonderful post, because you basically touched on the many various reasons why a lot of AB fans don't really care for her. I also think she makes Austin look cheap with her weird behavior and interests. 👀 She really cheapens his brand imo. But that's a topic for another day lol.

[l-in-the-light]

How does Law deal with his fear of losing loved ones? 😢

Uh, how does he deal with it... Considering what we saw already, I think the answer is "he deals with it badly".

Let's take a closer look at the situations in which he lost people. Fair warning, this will be kinda long and I will go into insufferable number of details, because I feel like it :D Flevance, for starters. First he lost his parents, then his friends from church, then finally his sister, and each time it seems to hit him only harder. One of these traumas would be enough to make you paranoid of losing anyone ever again, but it's a freaking triple portion of that.

Helplessly sitting there in the midst of corpses of his friends, crying and screaming, as if they could still hear him.

His first longterm reaction was losing faith, but not just in religion or god, but "anything". This means he most likely lost faith in people's kindness and compassion (soldiers killing off children and the nun), honesty (again, soldiers tricking the nun and breaking their promise to her to save the children), morality (not even women and kids will be spared), his doctor skills (he didn't manage to save anyone despite being a kid of a doctor), trust in others (because again no one helped him, his parents or anyone else in Flevance. He got out just because he didn't expect to receive any help, he's solely self-dependant at the age of 10 and probably survived on the streets completely by himself too).

Finally, he joined Doflamingo's Family out of desperation, but at first they didn't want to take him in.

He was sitting on a pile of trash, having a really vivid flashback that clearly triggered him and make him lash out at Corazon, full of directionless rage. He was probably thinking they won't accept him into the family after all, so he wanted to take down at least one life of a "scum", as he said it himself.

But even after they accepted him into the family, he's still pretty much expressionless and avoiding getting close with people, which might have been his subconscious self-defense mechanism. If he's not close to anyone, it won't hurt him anymore if anyone dies. He might have been part of the family, getting engaged with his studies and training, but he really didn't grow close with them. Sure, he spends some time with Baby5 and Buffalo, but it seems their interactions are mostly forced by the other kids and didn't start from Law's own initiative.

Like here, "I wasn't asking for [your real names]" and "I only said [my name] because you kept bugging me!". He is not curious about the other kids, he doesn't feel like having fun anymore either (possible sign of depression or traumatic response: suddenly not enjoying things you previously did enjoy). Considering the fact he believes he's gonna die soon, depression would be also pretty much understandable.

Summing it up, at first he dealt with it by putting distance between himself and other people, succumbing to depression, not only feeling like nothing is fun but also thinking it's pointless to even try to change it, and also trying not to think about Flevance (the last part is for self-preserving reasons).

We could see him getting retraumatized over and over again while Corazon dragged him around the different hospitals, and he says it himself: it took so much toll on his mental wellbeing that it even affected his physical health and made the disease progress faster. Anything related to amber lead syndrome and what happened at Flevance, and even just people's reactions to sick people, seem to really affect him in a bad way and psychologically-wise revisit the hell he barely survived.

After he finally got someone he cares about again (Cora-san), he starts to regain his faith in people's kindness and love again (he probably thought no one can love him after he lost every single person who loved him before). Doesn't mean he stops fearing that Cora-san might die and he deals with his fear by constantly worrying about him:

He's so one-track minded about it that he doesn't even pay attention to what Cora-san is telling him. His fear and worry must have been really overwhelming him to the point that he couldn't focus on anything else.

He's blaming himself whenever anyone gets hurt as the result of trying to help him. Later he ever provokes Vergo just so he would harm Law instead of Cora-san, because Law can't deal with the thought that someone dear to him would suffer for his sake or because of his mistake.

Next step is him trying to compensate for the damage. He literally does everything Cora-san wants him to do, even go and talk to a Marine, despite having really hard time doing it (he has bad memories of the Marines and he might have feared them at this point).

Despite promising to stay put, he wants to get out of the chest as soon as he hears gunshots (after all last time it happened, Cora-san ended up badly injured!). But what would he do next, if he truly managed to get out? You can guess it, he would take the blow for Cora-san instead of him. He tried to do the same before, take the beating from Vergo so he stops harming his Cora-san. Law's not beyond self-sacrificing himself if it saves people who are dear to him. He would prefer to die himself than seeing them die (especially for his sake) and not being able to do anything about it.

That's why he says this despite the fact he's in such a bad state he can't move. But he doesn't worry about himself, only about his crew's wellbeing (they can't die on him!).

It's the same in Dressrosa. He either sacrifices himself for them so they can escape (he almost died there, lost his arm, was buying time for Luffy; all of these actions count as sacrifice), or he dies together with them. Technically, what Bepo did by saving him makes Law 100% re-live his past trauma again.

And since trauma is a vicious cycle, that means he might go back to his previous stages after he lost to Blackbeard: putting distance between himself and people, keeping people dear to him safe (which means away from him), trying to focus the possible backlash on himself instead of on them. Generally, he would make sure they don't get harmed for his sake. He might go on another solo mission, leaving his crew behind, just like he did for Dressrosa and Punk Hazard (until he stumbled upon Strawhats, but he also wanted to break the alliance before they get too engaged into his plan, despite barely knowing them).

That could potentially also make us better understand his refusal to get saved by Luffy back in Dressrosa, especially after Law made sure that Doflamingo lashes out at him, not Luffy and the Strawhats, sacrificing himself for them and buying time.

He also deals with his fear by being overprotective. What could he even do for Luffy here if someone attacks them? He couldn't even move or stand up! He would protect Luffy simply by bodyblocking, taking harm in his place... His own survival or wellbeing be damned.

So the second phase of him dealing with his fear of losing people is being overprotective of them, pushing them out of harm's way even at the cost of his own wellbeing or life (sometimes that means tucking them away in a safe place, sometimes it means taking the damage on himself in their place), and agreeing with anything and everything to compensate for putting them in danger, as long as it doesn't harm them. For example, they want to carry them for half of Dressrosa in uncool fashion? So be it, as long as they're not in danger.

That's Law's way of dealing with his fear at it's worst. At it's best though? Hearts and Luffy taught him again how to have faith in people. Bepo, Penguin and Shachi (and Wolf) opened his heart after he had again no one left (second time in his life already) and simply were there for him, and he returned the favour. He lived in quite a peaceful town so for a while he didn't have to worry about losing them (though he had to save their lives twice anyway, always overdoing himself in the process and doing everything by himself, because he couldn't mentally handle the possibility of losing them). Yet soon after trouble in the town happened, he decided it's time to leave the island for good and maybe it wasn't just a coincidence; his fear of losing people might have finally pushed him to take that step.

Law also trusted Luffy to deal with the Sanji's situation on his very own. He could have gone with Luffy to Whole Cake Island, simply because he was worried sick and afraid he might lose him, but he chose to *have faith* in him instead and to wait for him in Wano. What's the difference between this situation and Dressrosa? I guess the urgency. In a normal situation, he can convince himself that it's okay and people won't die on him, if he tries hard enough to fight his fear. Perhaps he also takes some measures to prevent bad stuff from happening, to calm his mind (could he help Luffy in any way on the Whole Cake Island despite not being there by himself? Who knows. But I wouldn't put it past him). But when the situation is dire, he loses to that fear and does really reckless things to protect people. Thankfully, he still has enough awareness to not die on people either, but at times it gets alarmingly close (again, nearly dying in Dressrosa, putting himself in jail in exchange for freeing his Hearts in Wano).

Third time's the charm, let's see how he reacts after the scare of losing his crew to Blackbeard and probably believing, yet again, this is all his fault, because he's the captain and responsbile for their wellbeing. What do you think, after Law lost did the Heart Pirates throw themselves between him and the enemy to protect him?

Because I think they did, 100% certain of it. Law would take it really badly. He would feel like he's again in his past, having to watch his parents and sister and kids dying, or Cora-san being shot to death, and Law again can't do anything about it. That ought to crank up his fear of losing people to 1000%. We can't really expect rational behaviour out of him as the result. I think he will do anything to never repeat it again, and that doesn't mean training like crazy with his crew, but instead leaving them behind so they're out of the harm's way. It is definitely not one of his better days, in which his faith in people will win over his fear of losing them.

I don't know how much he's bluffing when he says things like that, both in Dressrosa and Wano, but even if he himself doesn't always believe in this, just him saying it to others means a lot. Also faith in others doesn't have to be "blind faith". I think it's unreasonable to expect Law to have blind faith in *anything* after what he went through in his life. But he seems to never doubt Luffy, for example, and that's also a sign of his belief in him. Doesn't mean he won't worry his ass over him or that he won't become overprotective, because one doesn't exclude the other :)

And a bonus: how I wish Law dealt with his fear instead. I want him to have a strong crew that he can have faith in to take care of themselves, to trust his dear people to prioritize their own survival (even if it's Usopp's style!) so he won't have to worry for them dying for the cause. And he should definitely stay close to Luffy, because they both having self-sacrificing tendencies and they both worry about each other so much. They can learn together how to be better about it. But Law's fear will always come back in worst situations, because something so deeply rooted can't just go away and never resurface. I'm sure he can manage it better though, we saw him doing that in Zou!

[farshootergotme]

Okay, this works if it's an alternative universe. However, in main continuity, the version of Jason Todd who died, killed by the Joker, was never almost adopted by Dick Grayson.

The first Jason is from the Bronze Age, from Detective Comics #526, 1983, written by Gerry Conway. The second Jason is from the Modern Age, being his first appearance in Batman #408, 1987, written by Max Allan Collins, and then later killed in Batman #428, 1988, written by Jim Starlin.

Detective Comics #526

Dick Grayson wants to adopt Jason Todd after the death of his parents.

Batman #408

Jason Todd meets the Batman after stealing his tires.

Batman #428

Batman holding the lifeless body of Robin, Jason Todd.

With that cleared up, let's now talk about the argument between Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson after the death of Jason Todd.

Coming back from a space mission with the Titans, Dick Grayson is informed of the death of his brother, Jason Todd, by one of his teammates, Danny Chase.

Danny: It's not a big deal, anyhow. Happens all the time.

Dick: C'mon, already. What is it?

Danny: I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure. I think Jason Todd was killed.

After this, Dick confirms the fact and then we skip to a different scene, a panel of Dick already in the Batcave, waiting for Bruce.

Bruce: I didn't expect to see you again.

Dick: I heard about Jason. I'm really sorry, Bruce.

Bruce: You weren't at the funeral. People asked about you.

Here's where the guilt tripping begins. "You weren't at the funeral" yeah, I wonder why that is, Bruce. Could it be because you never told Dick about Jason's death? (Dick, New Titans #55, to Kory "Bruce never called to tell me what happened to Jason."). Even though Alfred offered to tell Dick himself, but you refused?

Batman: A Death in the Family chapter 5

Alfred: Should I get in touch with master Dick, master Bruce?

Bruce: Huh?

Bruce: No… No, Alfred. I'll handle this by myself.

You sure did handle that well, Bruce.

And then “People asked about you.” People, you say. What people, Bruce?

Jim?

Barbara?

The mortician?

Panel of the funeral of Jason and Sheila Todd, attended by Bruce Wayne, Jim and Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth and a mortician.

Not only does he make it sound as if he had to explain to strangers why his eldest son wasn't at the funeral of his brother, he blames Dick for it.

But I'm getting off topic here.

Now, let's talk about one of your main points

“Bruce never actually says anything about Jason's death being Dick's fault - Dick pulls that out of nowhere”

See, I don't know about that.

Let's take a look at the scene:

New Titans #55

Dick: C'mon, Bruce–Talk. Don't turn your back on me. I'm here…now.

Bruce: You were Lucky.

Bruce: When you didn't listen to me, your injuries weren't fatal. Of course, by the time I properly trained you–

Dick: Bruce, c'mon…Lay off. I'm not here to fight.

Bruce: Then don't!

Dick: Are you blaming me? I left, so Jason replaced me, and because I left he died? No way, pal.

Dick: Jason wasn't me. I was a trained acrobat. I could think quickly in perilous situations. But why did you let him become Robin before he was ready?!?

When you read the dialogue, it does seem like Dick says that out of nowhere. But let's think about how the whole interaction starts:

The first thing Bruce says to Dick, he already sounds accusatory, “I didn't expect to see you again” with emphasis in the ‘you’. Dick, of course, ignores it, and goes to explain his reason to be there. He's not instigating any kind of fight. Despite that, Bruce continues to act confrontational “You weren't at the funeral. People asked about you.”

There you can already sense a pattern. Bruce isn't outright saying it, but he is subtly laying a guilt trip on Dick.

Now you have to look at the last part of the dialogue Dick interrupted.

“Of course, by the time I properly trained you–” you left. That's what I'd assume he was going to say, thus Dick's next line: Are you blaming me? I left, so Jason replaced me, and because I left he died?

And Bruce doesn't deny it. He doesn't tell Dick he's wrong (which clearly he isn't afraid to say looking at this whole conversation). So, yeah, maybe he doesn't explicitly state it. But silence can be as much of a confirmation.

The whole conversation has been about Bruce indirectly blaming Dick for not being there, for not coming to the funeral. Is that far-fetched to think he's still doing the same in his next dialogue?

Bruce also talks about Dick's time as Robin, comparing him to Jason. Because of Dick, Bruce had an expectation, and because of that expectation, he was careless with Jason. Following this logic, Dick “made” Bruce believe something which then wasn't true for another child. Bruce didn't consider the very different background Jason came from, and gave Jason the training Dick had, which had been more than enough for the first Robin. But they weren't the same people, and this was Bruce's mistake, which he's now projecting on Dick.

Dick, whether he was right or not, already sees where this conversation was going, and so he points this all out to Bruce.

Then comes the widely hated panel from this issue, which turns this interaction from heated to blatantly aggressive:

Bruce: Don't you dare blame me for Jason's death! Don't you dare!

Yeah, Bruce, is not nice when you feel like somebody's blaming for someone's death, is it?

And, of course, he doesn't stop there.

Bruce: Why did I think I needed a partner? They slow you down. They make you worry about them rather than doing your job! He wouldn't listen. He wanted to do everything his way. He was just like you. In a few years I would have had to fire him as I did you.

Bruce: Why are you pretending to be concerned about Jason? You told me you resented it that I had adopted him and not you.

Dick: No, I didn't. I only asked why you adopted him.

Bruce: We've gone over this before, Dick. I'm not interested in continuing this conversation. I suggest you leave. And give your key to Alfred on your way out.

Bruce: I don't need a partner. I never should have had one. And I never will again.

There's a lot to unpack from this.

First, he rants about why having a partner is awful, to his first partner. Then he suggests Jason was a problem because he was just like Dick. What is Dick supposed to say about that? 'Sorry for letting the kid want to be like him?' He follows that by trying to gaslight Dick into thinking he resented Jason, thing Dick never did. And Dick tries to tell him exactly that. But no! Despite the fact Bruce was the one to bring it up, now it doesn't matter. Why are you trying to speak about this, Dick? We already talked about it. Stop. And for the cherry on top—because all previously done wasn't enough—he kicks Dick out of the cave and orders him to leave his key. He's basically telling him he has no place to come back to. This isn't his house anymore.

Now, all of this is to say this is not an argument between two parents, fighting for what happened to their kid. No. This is a father and a son arguing about the death of their other son and brother respectively. An argument that ends in physical assault.

“What Dick says is much more about Dick trying to avoid his own feelings of adult responsibility for a child and guilt for failing that child” he is an adult, but Jason was never his responsibility. Not as a parent, at least.

Does Dick feel guilty for what happened? Yeah. Because that's how he is. He has self-blame tendencies. But his guilt has nothing to do with him seeing Jason as his kid, nor did Jason ever think of Dick as his parent. They were brothers, and that's as far as it goes.

(And their relationship as brothers didn't really have the chance to grow due to Dick's busy life. He did try to be there for Jason and they had some quality time here and there, but not as much as they would've liked.)

Anyhow, it is an interesting idea if you mix both timelines. But, in-universe, the Dick who wanted to adopt Jason Todd and the Dick who met Jason by chance are two different people, and it was the latter who had this argument with Bruce.

I think there's something that gets lost in these conversations about Dick and Bruce's infamous confrontation over Jason's death, and it's tied up in how, originally, Dick wanted to adopt Jason himself. Because he felt a personal sense of responsibility for him for reasons that had little to nothing to do with Bruce.

With that context, the confrontation is much more clearly about their respective senses of responsibility for Jason, rather than Dick simply calling Bruce out. Bruce never actually says anything about Jason's death being Dick's fault - Dick pulls that out of nowhere, apropos of nothing, and it doesn't really matter if it's true or not because you can't really call someone out for something they never said to you. They might be choosing not to say it because they know it isn't a fair or reasonable thing to say.

What Dick says is much more about Dick trying to avoid his own feelings of adult responsibility for a child and guilt for failing that child, even if he's correctly guessed that Bruce is internally doing the same thing.

[triglycercule]

killer eating food in front of horror as a way to taunt him. duuuude do you see this delectable parfait he has in his hands right now. he just put a spoonful in his mouth. horror is scratching at his own arms right now (trying not to jump this bitchass). killer can't even taste it LMAOOO another bite ‼️ imagine not being able to eat food 🤣🤣🤣 killer can't even taste it and enjoy the food but horror can't even EAT food

then horror grabs the parfait glass out of his hands and oh killer you should probably teleport away before horror does to you what undyne did to his eye

[dykedvonte]

why do you hate Joshua Graham or Honest Hearts so much?

This DLC and character represents a bigger issue with fandom spaces I have but particularly fallout fandom in general.

Fallout tends to tackle a lot of topics controversial and not. The first two games it’s heavy cause they are the most satirical and direct with how anti-war, nationalism and etc… they are. 3 loses this as it’s very clear once you play or learn about all the games that Todd and a bunch of guys at Bethesda just liked the 50s post apocalyptic aesthetic and refuse to actually critique the ideals of the time period like the earlier titles.

New Vegas is the game that really gets back into it a degree it almost seems like it’s taking too much on. There are things done exceedingly well while other things are done horribly wrong . I’ve made posts about it before and plan to make a big series of posts (it’s a lot of writing) but my biggest gripe is with Honest Hearts and all the gross and white savior esque depictions it has of indigenous peoples. The entirety if FNV does not do the injustices faced by indigenous people correctly on any count. My two biggest complaints are with the Khans and the tribes in Zion but I’ll talk about the former on a different post.

Both characters of Daniel and Joshua are the most accurate depiction of white saviors I’ve seen and I hate how the DLC tries to justify and defend them. The DLC treats Joshua like this man who has repented for his past actions when he is just retracing his steps after his cruelty bit him in the ass. He was one of the worst parts of the Legion and it is all but explicitly stated that if you don’t force him to be non-violent he will turn the tribes of Zion into the legion 2.0. The Dead Horses and the Sorrows are horribly infantilized by both Daniel and Joshua who both use them for self serving purposes guised by religious duty. The White Legs are the horrible stereotype of violent and savage indigenous and I personally think a lot of their interlinking with Ulysses, his hair and Ulysses character in general are distasteful and very telling of how BIPOC or POC where involved.

But outside of the game it’s the weird obsession people have with these characters ideologies and trying to make them seem more interesting/philosophical than they are. Tumblr is an echo chamber and many fans of Fallout are not the people on this site. Many people are not educated in the issues these characters convey and how poorly they do or used these characters as a poor introduction for their takes. Contrary to what a lot of people believe in, fallout has a prediomeny white cis male fanbase. More importantly a large portion of the fanbase is white.

You can joke how FNV made you trans or see the numbers on post/fics or diverse headcanons but these are kiddy numbers compared to the millions that consume the franchise and aren’t in those more aware spaces or don’t engage in the spaces the same way someone like me does/has to. Their views shape a lot more than people realize and it’s exhausting to be in a space where people don’t correct the more subtle yet toxic aspects of it but also adopt them into some weird quirky view point on the characters or issues. Some people don’t realize and some people don’t care.

My main issue is just the idolizing of these sort of thing in this fandom space and people try to acts like a game like fallout whose tagline is “War never changes” and has never had a game not revolve around political or militaristic factions issues isn’t that deep or doesn’t relate to real issues. I think it’s mainly caused by how over powered you can become and how you can strong arm your way past these learning moments as majority of people who play this game do play it as a power fantasy where they can do so as they please (which of course, go ahead it’s fun) but never take in parallels or lessons in the story as if it was just another first person shooter.

Also like another personal gripe is Cazadores spawn like hell whenever I’m there and I have not found a mod that works to mod them out so I have to play Indigenous Racism the DLC while getting jumped by giant wasps WHILE helping Mormons. Like I cannot catch a break.

[miyulien]

I’m open 2 criticism totally, but this argument doesn’t make sense. Yeah, you can have your own perspective, and view the game differently, but you can’t take every single thing in OMORI at face value. There are always things that need a little more creative thinking, because that’s the point of a game. Taking everything straightforwardly and not thinking about it deeper is just going 2 lose you in this rabbit hole of emotions that eventually ends up in you hating on the game with no real reason.

Some points of yours don’t make sense 2 me, and sure you can say again that I just ‘like 2 view it differently’ or that ‘I don’t want 2 listen 2 opinion,’ however, your points are extremely contradictory, and the majority of your arguments are based off of pure bias. You could argue I’m the same way, but truthfully, I do have my own criticisms of OMORI, but you can’t simply look over everything in OMORI as bad because you simply don’t like the creator, and you can’t use other people’s analysis’s and reviews as some sort of leverage to your argument. Also, using obvious jokes from those videos 2 prove your point that it’s not reliable is a little dramatic.

In a reply, you stated that Mari was blocking Sunny’s way, and yelling at him. Seeing as you agree that she was in fact blocking his way, meaning he couldn’t ‘retreat’ 2 his room, so what other then pushing her away could Sunny do? I think it’s a little ridiculous 2 be so contradictory and hateful in every single interaction you have. Coming from someone that says they want 2 discuss and have proper arguments, this seems rather pointless and unethical.

Also, yes, blocking someone’s way is getting physical. How would you block somebody’s way without contact?

Secondly, pretty sure in one of the books of the lost library it states that he couldn’t watch cartoons with his friends anymore because rehearsals were taking up all his time.

—And no, this doesn’t make him a stubborn and selfish guy, it means he’s twelve. He’s a child, and because you refuse 2 recognise his age, it just means your argument has no base. Age does matter, it really does especially in this situation, and also how it came to be. If Sunny was more mature, and could express his indifference towards his personal time being taken away via rehearsals, then none of this would’ve happened.

He’s twelve. This decision is clearly implying his lack of experience, because he’s still immature, given his age. He could not think ahead of time, nor did he have the experience, 2 think of whether or not he was able 2 handle the responsibility and routine of constant rehearsals.

And, yes, Sunny may not be perfect, but that is what humans are, unless you are somehow. Everybody in the group (Aubrey, Basil, Hero, Sunny, Mari, Kel) have made mistakes. Because they are all imperfect, and that’s what the point is.

+ You used a screenshot of one of your own essays, that’s a perspective that is irrelevant 2 OMORI.

Also, of course OMORI has different endings. It’s a video game, if you played a game that had only one ending no matter your choice, it’d be more of a movie then a video game.

You also stated Sunny isn’t a good guy because helping people in FARAWAY is optional, and you can only do that because you, the player, choose for him 2 do it. That’s a baseless argument as well, because as stated previously, there are choices in OMORI, and depending on your choices it can change your ending. Sure, maybe helping the residents in FARAWAY might not change your ending, but it is something you can do, because every ending/quest that you’re able 2 do in the game, is something that SUNNY would do. So yes, he would help others, because it’s something that he would do.

You can hate SUNNY as much as you want, but at least make your arguments coherent and logical instead of dishing out insults and close-minded nonsense.

Alrighty, so since the user I reblogged earlier apparently doesn't want to engage in any conversation with the people they're lambasting, I'm making my reblog a separate post. I'm nothing if not willing to talk :)

learning to forgive yourself even after seeing the full weight of the consequences of your actions, and realizing that you can still be loved and relearn how to love despite everything

1) "forgive yourself" I am not Sunny, and Sunny is not me.

2) Why should I be inclined to forgive an unlikeable asshole who killed his own sister because he's too self-centered to consider her feelings, lied about it to his friends, did next to nothing to show he cares about them during the game's events (the only time he tries doing anything for anyone is when he stops Basil's suicide attempt, and even then he contemplated ditching him again as a legitimate option) and then left them after revealing he lied to them for the last 4 years while bitching about how hard it is for him to live with the guilt?

Why should I root for him? I'd love to hear a reason other than "He has trauma!" or "He's the protagonist!" or "His love for his friends is shown via the dream world he has in his head!" or an ad hominem attack.

overcoming grief and realizing the world still moves on, with or without you, whether or not you think it's fair or if you blame yourself

OMORI isn't a game about overcoming the grief of a loss. It is a game about a character who's grapping with the well-earned guilt for taking another person's life and then lying about it. Those are quite different things.

Such an argument would've been applicable had Mari actually turned out to have killed herself.

You still have responsibility over your actions, and everything you do still matters,

Which is why the gang's reactions to what Sunny's done didn't matter enough for the game to show them, I suppose.

You still can change people's lives for the better or worse even if you think you aren't worth a second thought.

Sunny changed his friends' lives for the worse. And then he left.

I really enjoy this game can you tell.

Good for you! Doesn't mean others can't point out the main character is a nasty piece of shit and the writing has more holes in it than Swiss cheese, though.

I do think some people need to retake basic literature classes or touch grass perhaps

How classy. Is it because "some people" are not reading the game the way you want them to? :)

Look. You're well within your right to shove your fingers into your ears and go "lalalala I'm not listening!" when someone tries to explain their point of view to you and you don't like it. But you can't criticize people for different opinions when you refuse to listen to any explanations.

[scattered-winter]

every day i kick a rock and bash my head into the wall because i'll never get to go on a big space adventure and become tightly close-knit with my new found family up there <//3

[chartreuxcatz]

Fun fact! You can call people out In Private.

You can talk to them privately about something they did or said and then give them a chance to change their behavior. Hell, you dont even have to keep talking to them after that, you can block them if you want.

And it can all be civil and happen without yelling into a megaphone to a bunch of strangers that this teenager is bad and did bad things and dont you DARE give your input because that clearly means you’re bad too.

Do you really think every teenager should be expected to speak about every subject with the tact of a specially trained PR Manager???