> Someone remind me to elaborate on how I want to characterize Kirby later
:) ? I'm curious now
Like I said on the post that prompted this, he's a nice silly boy who's also the strongest being in the known universe. He's pretty emotionally mature for his age and always wants to help people out. Kirby radiates positivity to everyone around him. He's the kind of person that makes a really great friend.
He loves simple pleasurable things, like eating and sleeping and playing. When he's not saving the world, he's out somewhere enjoying himself, probably with a buddy.
His life isn't perfect. He's unsure of himself and doubts if he deserves everything he's got. He feels guilty for not always being able to save everyone, regardless if that's even possible. He loses his patience sometimes, most often with people like Marx or Magolor who like to push his buttons. He struggles with identifying and dealing with his feelings, especially negative ones.
When he feels bad, though, his friends have his back. They care about him a lot, especially his closest friends like Bandana Waddle Dee and Gooey.
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I have GOT to stop smoking and talking politics bc every time I smoke and see my youngest sibling I’m like hey. Wanna know why I hate capitalism and specifically landlords and then that’s the next two hours
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ugly maths.
i hate maths, right. i don't usually like numbers, and if i do like numbers it's gotta be an 8 or a 48 and nothing else.
thing is, i've recently caught myself doing maths again. ugly maths. the kind of maths that, really, i've been trying to avoid as much as possible because, well, it's ugly!
you... wanna see?
okay, fine... but don't say i didn't warn you!
ugly, see? look at all those numbers! not a 48 in sight!
huh? what's that? you don't see what i'm on about? oh... oh! hang on, lemme just—
better? yes? no? no? okay, what if i—
mmh, yes. ugly numbers. see it now? can you see why they're ugly?
here, i can make it worse.
these numbers are ugly. the maths they make me do is ugly.
now i'll level with you: the worst ones by far are the yellow numbers. the maths they make me do it the ugliest.
why ugly?
because it makes me ugly.
those numbers turn me into not only a suddenly number-obsessed fool, but a fool who also cannot understand these numbers and what they mean and why i feel like they reflect on me and my ability.
87, 75.
the thoughts are as follows:
• the orange numbers are big, so why are you being ugly about the yellow ones? you should be happy with what you have. so many nice big numbers! not everyone receives that.
• is it that there are two different audiences for these two different fics? perhaps. they are quite different works, with different appeals, and different themes. maybe you are reading too much into it.
• why are you obsessing over numbers anyway? you don't like maths! you left maths behind when you were 16, put it down!
okay, okay, fine! i'll put the maths down. right here, in fact!:
that 87 was an 83 at the start of the year. the 6161 it is attached to was a 5453.
4, 708.
ugly maths.
the 75 is a nice number. in fact, compared to 87, it is beautiful, radiant, enchanting. at the start of the year, 75 was 48. wow. now that is one sexy number!
27.
mmmm.
6161, 1061.
5100.
87, 75.
12.
mmmm.
you know, my most favourite comment left recently on a fic of mine was 2 characters long: :(
it made me :)
well, actually, it made me >:) because it was left in response, presumably, to one of the key scenes in a new chapter which left the exact impression on someone that i hoped it would.
they must be the only one who reacted like that, though.
1.
have i mentioned that that 87 and 75 include author responses?
i won't try to do more maths, there. it might not end well for me. the maths is making me tired enough as it is, and i have an early start tomorrow.
oh! but, that being said, i have another set of ugly numbers to show you, so keep 87 and 75 in mind.
ready?
838, 245.
(want a hint? the green numbers!)
838, 87. 245, 75.
9.6, 3.3.
ugly maths. it's ugly again, see? i don't like it. i'm seeing numbers within numbers within numbers, and i can't seem to stop!
the numbers make me ask new questions:
• why is it not good enough?
• people seem to engage more with one fic over the other, so shouldn't you prioritise?
• is all this maths this really good for you?
no, it isn't.
i want to avoid ugly maths. ugly maths makes me want to tear my hair out. it makes me want to start from scratch. it makes me want to grab someone and scream. it makes me want to cry and press a button that has tempted me many times before when the numbers become too ugly to bear.
ugly maths turn me into an ugly person.
ugly maths make me obsessive, paranoid, anxious, regretful, vindictive, spiteful, alone.
i hate maths. i hate numbers, just like, it feels, the numbers hate me.
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hiii:33!! friendly reminder that someone can enjoy a character that has done heinous things and not support said heinous things
usually when a character does Bad Things in a narrative (espec if they're not the protagonist) it is Portrayed As Bad so people who enjoy the character Likely Know They Are Bad
& either way harassing people over enjoying a fictional character is just really childish
if you don't like the character, that is perfectly valid. but there's never any reason to characterise everyone who likes said character as Evil, and/or imply they condone the character's negative actions.
also sometimes i look at internet discourse and it's like people want morally grey characters but then turn around when "morally grey" is not always "i have my own rules but i still make all the right choices !!" some of y'all just need to admit you just like good characters that's fine not everyone is into the spice it's ok to like that good protagonist energy
;;;not saying every character i'm referring to fits in that "morally grey" category, some are just evil villains, but even then i'm sorry 90% of ur stories wouldn't exist without them. they drive the plot.
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GAH!
Been feeling a little scuffed lately and since I can't precisely go to the gym, since it closes early on Saturdays, I'm stuck here to ruminate. Suppose I could go on a bikeride if I really wanted to do something productive with my time, but no, it's time for a self-aware, pathetic rant.
I suck, I can't even handle two days alone at work while the new guy trains and my manager gets a much-needed set of two days off. I don't know why this shit matters. I guess since it frustrates me so much is because I feel like I suck at my job-- and my brain naturally resists new information and change because it prefers to choose its own perception of reality.
Or maybe I do.
It's probably me, it is me, yeah, it's me. That feels good to say and to own. It's me. I'm the piece of shit because I like to live in a fantasy-land compared to reality, where I *need* to live in order to feed my family-- even though I'm really just feeding Family-Sized bags of cliché bits to myself-- like right-clicking to make sure you put the little thingy over the E when saying that word I just said. You know the one.
I'm too lazy to write it out, which is how I get even with the universe. I feel like people get even with each-other way more often than they'd like to admit. Sitcoms have poisoned us all-- or maybe conditioned is a better word since a majority of people seem capable of operating off of the standard of "your line-- my line-- your line-- my line--" for the sake of conducting business.
We're firing pistols at each-other, or if you prefer a softer evoke, we're dancing. It doesn't make sense to anyone in the world except for us in one way. The entire world perceives it differently. You see prey, I see predator, or maybe vice-versa. The world sees an anxious young idiot trying to fumble his way through a social interaction, and I write new blog posts.
Pfft. I actually think I have a future in writing. This is hilarious. I wish all of the people who saw me in the past writing, and made fun of me, could see me now and make fun of me again just so I could finally stop-- developing a complex and obsessing over proving them wrong. Spite's a powerful motivator, and it's motivating me to write this in the first place.
I'm spiteful that the gym's closed, spiteful that this world is going to get so much motherfucking harder before it gets easier for me from here on in for a while-- and there's not much I can do about it. I don't have a lot of moves left. Nothing to do but grind through it, I suppose. Next-hurdle mode, so to speak. I need to enter a heightened state of alertness tomorrow, so I'll cut it clean here tonight and now, and I get that this was cheap, but this was fun.
See you next tirade!
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Tbh I needed to add I heavily disliked this chapter because you put the "if they’re not toxic I’m bored" mentality into perfect words and I don’t love relating to horrible characters 🥰🥰
Jadeeeee, I expected better from you 😔 shouldn’t chase toxic people. the only reason I can write this fic somewhat well is due to my lack of healthy relationships and tendency to hook up with exes. You deserve better than that
Ok, actually a lot of comments hated this chapter fr tho 😭 I said this before but I really don’t think people understand when they say that they love whatever ship but toxic. No, you don’t, you like that possessive obsession mafia typa stuff. You don’t like toxic relationships that can very well be realistic & aren’t all fun and games. People hate on this one popular wolfstar fic because their relationship is realistically toxic, and then turn around and post TikToks about their need for more toxic jegulus… like, im not sure you understand the definition of toxic in regards to relationships
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