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#i may be too mean to him

descendant-of-truth · 10 months

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Obsessed with Sonic's plan to live with multiple "Tailses" at once and have them all be buddies, he didn't wanna replace anyone he was just like "oh heck yeah, more of the people I love?? Sign me UP"

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #nine the fox #memes #He may be projecting to an unhealthy degree but his heart is so big okay #I actually had another version where he said 'two Tailses' but I thought that made him sound too mean #Even if it's also accurate

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fumifooms · 3 months

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Kaka compilation

Because everyone is sleeping on him. Witness his greatness!! First two Kaka colored icons were colored by me, lineart by Ryoko Kui though!

Kaka & Kiki are kinda like Laios & Falin… Kaka being stoic and giving repressed energy like early Laios, Kiki being cryptic and always smiling and kinda soft-looking. Autism siblings 2, ostracized and othered as kids and have a deep bond due to sticking together through it all, though unlike with Laios their parents are very loving so Kaka developed family as a big value more than Laios (bc asides for Falin Laios doesn’t care much about it).

In the gnome festival comic you can see Kaka is more emotive than he seems! Full with a :3 face, and he’s the one crying at the end. He’s insecure about his legs and being tall… It really got to him. Conceal don’t feel. In the gnome festival comic you also see him sensing others’ gaze on him and that something is off unlike Kiki, again Laios-like in the way that judgement from others gets to him more than her.

#The twins are so autistic swag #A falin just as chilled out and smiling and a laios who never stopped repressing #They’re so neurodivergent and they’re allowed to just exist I love you Kui. Kaka is just literally me #I looove characters that are hard to know and hard to read/easily misunderstood. They’re my favorite thing #LOOK AT THE WAY HE SMILES THE WAY HE BLUSHESSS HE’S PERFECT and I would take a harpoon to the chest for him thank u #I do love Kiki too btw but I’ve been seeing her in fancontent and posts way more than Kaka so I had to give him some spotlight #But also Laios is my fave of the Toudens so this very much checks out #Their pre-Flokes story would be interesting to analyze too #Dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #kaka floke #Kaka #Kiki and kaka #floke twins #As you may guess from my new-ish icon I am in my kaka era #ALSO I SWEAR TO GOD STOP BEING MEAN ABOUT HIS NAME #KA IS A SYLLABLE IN MY IRL NAME. YES I WAS BULLIED AND CALLED KAKA AS A KID. MY NAME ALSO MEANS UGLY STUFF IN A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE #KAKA’S A PRETTY NAME I’LL DIE ON THIS HILL. IT’S NOT WEIRD IF YOU DON’T MAKE IT WEIRD #Oh also another laios falin parallel: they both sort-of-date the same woman

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wolfpoets · 7 months

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just. the vulnerability of it all. izzy post-amputation is vulnerable: he's so weak he can barely stand, even with someone else holding him up. it would be impossible for him to care for himself in this state, let alone pull his weight on a working ship, and you know the enormity of the situation is not lost on izzy. i'm sure he strongly believes the crew should have killed him.

but they don't. they keep him alive. they find him a crutch (as undignified as a mop for a crutch may be). they make him a wooden leg. i'm sure they insist on cleaning his wound, changing his bandages. fang or frenchie or both are glued to his side constantly, supporting him, allowing him to walk. he is so utterly dependent on them now.

which is why it makes sense for him to be so fiercely protective of them when stede shows up. he snarls and growls and provokes, desperately hoping stede will take whatever anger he may have out on izzy, and not on the crew. he pleads for them, defends them. nothing was their fault. we did this to ed, not them. leave them be.

because izzy owes the crew a life debt, now, and he intends to pay it in full.

#they're HIS. and he's THEIRS.#god i'm going so insane over it. all i wanted was for someone to take ed's dog away from him & treat it gently #& you know. you KNOW. that izzy is going to commit to stede as his captain now.#because stede didn't have to bring him along. he could've blamed the whole thing on izzy and left him to rot. but he didn't.#izzy is his too now. as horrifying as that may be for both of them.#izzy hands #our flag means death #s2 spoilers

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beescake · 4 months

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yea i very much agree with ur take on sollux in his relation to older technology, u get it

please id love if youd share some more of ur analysis on his character (as well as ur art bc that shit is 👌👌👌)

either way, thanks for feeding my brain worms

im glad it resonated!! :') always happy to explore his character, he contains multitudes!!!

i think i may be out of sollux analysis for now, in the sense where i don't have anything new to add that hasn't already been covered in these posts? (please add if there's more...)

why i like sollux (lackadaisicallexicon, 2014)

comprehensive sollux status guide (syblatortue, 2016)

bioware machine (lime-bloods, 2016)

fridgestuck (LaureledEevees, 2017)

mary sue (3d-gla22e2, 2019)

favorite sollux trait (3d-gla22e2, 2020)

doom-bound static (gendertrickster, 2023)

however i will say there's another thing i really like abt him:

his Range!

he has a v flexible face.. even with his neutral expression, you cant help but read a tinge of melancholy/pensiveness to it.

he deters people from getting too comfortable with him by acting crude, but no matter how unapproachable he looks you can't help but wonder if he's ok. seems like he's never content with himself.

just like karkat, anger gives him purpose = something to care about & react to. without it he can appear aimless/uncertain.

it's especially interesting when you compare him to aradia, who despite having endured a lot of shit, ends up enjoying the freedom of expanding her worldview, riding the unpredictable tide of the narrative and observing the changes. sollux... doesn't.

he doesn't like watching major things progress in a way he can't predict. the lack of certainty actually overwhelms him.

and it's pretty clear why; imagine the only reassurance you get after unknowingly killing ur gf is that "it needed to happen". the only way to appease that sort of emotional turmoil is by intellectualizing those events as inevitable and out of your control.

(hs, A6I5)

when you’re just a tool for the author, trying to sit out is just feeble self-preservation until you’re needed again. if you’re not called on stage to help/assist in some way, it feels like your presence spells doom (either you or someone else will get hurt). so you avoid Events as best you can.

#ask #anon #homestuck #sollux captor #2023 #vioart #i love expressive characters eheh my fave emotions to draw are actually anger and incredulity. vry cathartic for me #im also super relieved the prev analysis was received well ngl it was like. splitting my chest open it was . very personal #largely bcs my appreciation of him is weirdly abstract? seems as if i had to come up w sm conceptual meaning just to say i like his vibe #but rlly i was just working backwards frm that conclusion like wow this character looks cool lemme think harder abt why i like it #i may have sounded a bit callous too.. but truly he is 1 of my top 3 faves alongside karkat & aradia. i brain them regularly in rotation

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daz4i · 10 months

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dazai approaches life with the idea that wanting anything is pointless because it will be taken from you

chuuya keeps losing everyone important to him and yet he keeps going, he finds new friends, he keeps living as his own person

in a way, chuuya's life is like a confirmation of dazai's bias; any time he has something good, someone important to him, a connection, it gets taken away from him

and yet unlike dazai, he doesn't give in to despair

and i think that might be one of the reasons dazai finds him interesting enough to care about. because chuuya actively challenges the way he sees life itself just by doing his own thing. he doesn't go out of his way to talk dazai into seeing value in life, and i think this is the sort of language dazai has an easier time speaking

#just an observation. i could be wrong. i could be projecting. feel free to disagree #also i think this is why dazai thinks he hates chuuya #bc i mean. even if he's interesting. it's still annoying as hell when someone challenges your world view constantly #especially when they're not doing it on purpose. but at the same time this is smth that's good for dazai i think #and i think that now post oda's death and as an adult who's been away from the mafia for awhile. he might know it too #i also think knowing atsushi who also challenges his world view - by wanting to cling to life no matter what - may also help #like. help him figure things out and sort his thoughts on the matter. seeing atsushi have a good impact on him -#- and realizing chuuya had a good impact on him too even if he didn't realize it at the time. maybe.#but now I'm just rambling and speculating lol ignore me 👍

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throwawayshorts · 1 year

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Guess who’s at it again~

Another test sequence for the actual story

[Tw: Implied trauma, physical abuse, self-destructive behavior, sorry if I missed any lmk plz]

“It was nice of Garrett to clear up his schedule so we could visit. I know how busy he gets,” Farida commented idly as they sat at a red light.

“Yeah. Very…very nice of him…” Gabriel was not as excited. He hadn’t seen Garrett in months. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he could imagine his uncle wouldn’t be too happy to see him again.

“You alright? You look pale…”

“Probably just something I ate. I don’t think I was imagining when I saw the ‘chicken patty’ move…” If nothing else, school lunch was definitely a good scapegoat. His nerves were through the roof.

Farida hummed. “I should talk to the principal about putting something more…edible on you kids’ plates…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just start packing a lunch.”

“Alright. Just let me know if we need to turn around, okay?”

Absolutely not. “Okay, mom.” She’d been talking about visiting Garrett the whole plane ride back from Russia. He wanted to get it over with.

In that moment, he almost considered telling his mom about what had been going on for the past nine years. But he quickly dismissed the thought. She felt guilty enough for having been gone so long. She didn’t need him to add to it. Besides, it’s not like Garrett could do anything while she was there…right?

His gut twisted a little tighter. He hoped nothing would happen. That Garrett wouldn’t say anything.

Too soon, they were pulling in to the parking garage.

Farida beamed. “This’ll be nice. Do you think he’d mind if we stayed here a while longer while I look for an apartment?”

It was that moment that Gabriel realized he was going to have to eventually break to her that he was no longer living with his uncle…and come up with a very good reason why that didn’t involve adding more guilt.

His phone dinged. He pulled it out to look.

Alex: You’re sure this is a good idea? I’m sure it wouldn’t be so bad if you just told her…

He quickly typed out a response.

Gabriel: I’m sure. She feels bad enough. I can do this for her.

Alex: You know she’s only going to feel more guilty when she finds out.

Gabriel shoved his phone back into his pocket. Alex was right. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell Farida at the moment. She was so excited to see everyone.

I’ll tell her later, he told himself, knowing damn well it was a lie.

He led her to the elevator, then up to the penthouse. He instinctively stiffened as the elevator doors slid open. Garrett sat in his chair, reading a book. He stood when he heard the elevator open.

“Farida! It’s so good to see you alive and well!” he greeted, striding over and pulling her into a hug.

“I’m glad to see you’ve taken good care of Gabriel while I was gone,” she replied. “Sorry it was…longer than expected.”

“Think nothing of it. He’s grown into a fine young man.” Garrett smiled, putting a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. The boy resisted the urge to flinch away.

Was that…genuine? Gabriel couldn’t remember the last time his uncle had said something nice about him.

“I know this is really last-minute, but would you mind if we stayed here a little longer while I look for an apartment and get things in order?” Farida asked.

Garrett’s award-winning smile returned. “Of course! I’ve actually been pretty busy, so I don’t stay here as much anymore. You can take the master bedroom if you like. I have other accomodations.”

Farida beamed. “Thank you so much.”

“Think nothing of it. It’ll give us a little time to catch up.”

Of course he’d be all for it. But then…maybe…it wouldn’t be so bad. Garrett seemed happy to have Farida back. Maybe things could be like they were before now that she was home.

Despite his anxiety about being around his uncle, Gabriel found himself smiling and laughing as he, Farida, and Garrett made a point of making supper together. It was…nice. Gabriel realized how much he’d been hoping for this. Maybe his uncle had just been bitter. Gabriel hadn’t exactly been a top-notch nephew, but…maybe it was okay now?

He even cautiously slipped in a question to Garrett without calling him “sir”.

Nothing bad happened.

His uncle just smiled and answered.

Gabriel found himself relaxing more and more as the night wore on.

Finally, everyone said good night, and made their way to their rooms. Garrett said he’d just sleep in the study for the night since it was a bit late to head out. The couch in there was comfortable enough.

That night, Gabriel found he wasn’t as afraid of going to sleep with his uncle present in the penthouse.

But he’d hoped for too much.

He only realized when he woke in the middle of the night with a hand wrapped around his throat and a very familiar scowl hovering above him.

“You’ve forgotten your lessons, boy,” Garrett growled. “Do not think for a moment that just because your mother has returned that we are a happy family. I’ll do the courteousy of keeping up the charade you started, but you are going to regret the choices you made tonight.” The hand squeezed tighter, and Gabriel brought his own hands up, trying to loosen the grip to no avail.

“Make a noise, and you’ll break down the fantasy you’ve let her have. You don’t want that, do you?”

Tears forming in his eyes, Gabriel shook his head “no” as best he could.

“Good.” And with that, Garrett began carving into his nephew’s skin.

Tears streaked down Gabriel’s face as pain flared on his legs and torso, but he kept quiet.

“Don’t make the same mistakes again,” Garrett warned. “Or I won’t be keeping up the act.” He stalked out of the room.

Gabriel slowly got up, wincing as his undamaged clothes rubbed against the freshly opened injuries.

The first aid kit in his bathroom wasn’t as well-stocked as he would’ve liked, but he made do with what he had. He then changed out of his now-bloody clothes. Not sure what to do with them, he left them in the bathtub. He’d figure it out later.

Unable to go back to sleep, Gabriel settled for going through various attacks Oliver had taught him. He was sore all over, but he pushed through it just like he always had.

The sun rose and he didn’t notice until he heard people up and walking around.

Gabriel took a deep breath and stepped out to greet his mom and uncle.

The first week was rough, but he somehow managed to get through it. Garrett was present much more often than he had been when it was just Gabriel living there. Thankfully, the man didn’t continue to live with them in the penthouse. He did, however, insist Gabriel resumed his training with Oliver. She put the boy through the ringer. Probably for having missed so much time after he moved out.

When Friday evening came and went, and Farida turned in for the night, Gabriel snuck out to go to the fight ring with Judd and Jim. He was still sore and tired, but he needed to let off some steam.

The door guy let the boy right in, recognizing him as one of the fighters. Gabriel sent a text to his friends. Judd responded, already there. Jim was on his way. That’s fine. Gabriel found Judd.

“Hey. Woah. You alright? You’re not looking so good…” the bigger boy commented.

Gabriel brushed it off. “Yeah. I just need something that’s the good kind of familiar tonight.”

Judd hesitated. “Okay. Hey, if you need to talk, you know we’re here, right?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Judd.” Gabriel went up and picked up a spot in the fights.

“Is that a good idea…?” Judd asked.

Just like Alex had. Gabriel was a bit tired of people asking him if his ideas were good. He was a bit tired in general. He ignored Judd.

Jim found them not too long before Gabriel’s fight.

“You’re sure about this? You just got shot like what…a week ago?” Jim asked.

“I’ve had worse. I’m fine,” Gabriel argued back.

“The hell do you mean you’ve had worse?” Jim was practically squeaking, trying to keep his voice low.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m only doing one fight anyway.”

“Okay, just…be careful.” He didn’t seem entirely convinced.

Gabriel heard his name called. He stepped up to the ring, staring down his opponent.

“Fight!” The announcer called, backing out.

Gabriel approached his opponent, and started the fight.

His opponent was small, but still bigger than him. The man ducked and dodged around Gabriel’s attacks. But he, like many others, didn’t know how to fight someone with two extra appendages. He took a bit longer than normal to size the boy up.

Usually, this would be to Gabriel’s benefit. But this time, his vision started going fuzzy. He shook his head to clear it, but it didn’t do much.

The man noticed, and took the opening, landing a hit to Gabriel’s stomach. Right on top of one of the gashes Garrett had given him at the start of the week.

Gabriel doubled over. A pair of fists came down in between his shoulder blades. Right on top of another freshly opened wound. This guy had very lucky placement. It knocked the boy to the ground. He only just managed to catch himself and roll out of the way before a kick knocked him out.

He pushed himself up, and caught a glimpse of his shirt. There were a couple fresh red spots. Not good.

The man confidently strode up, ready to keep going, but Gabriel was suddenly desprate to end the fight quickly. He swung, causing his opponent’s arms to fly up to defend his head, then feinted and kicked out, knocking the man to the ground. Another well-placed hit took the stunned man out.

The crowd cheered. Gabriel stood unsteadily. Everything was spinning. Wait…was it tilting? Muffled voices shouted something he didn’t quite catch, and he found himself being carried. Wait. When did that become a thing?

He was sore all over, but more so where his opponent had landed blows directly on top of the gashes.

Then, Gabriel blacked out.

When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed. He felt like crap.

From the feel of it, someone had redressed his injuries. Where he’d just put bandage pads, there was now actual gauze pad and medical tape.

Gabriel sat up slowly. He hissed at the sudden pain in his abdomen. Between the two injuries, it was still pretty sore. Something moved in his peripheral vision. He flinched away.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Alex soothed. “How do you feel?”

“I’ve had worse…” he answered quietly.

“Do you want me to ask for more painkillers or anything?”

“No. I’m fine.” He carefully relaxed against the bed.

“You don’t look it.”

He didn’t answer for a minute. “I’m…sorry I didn’t listen to you. You’re right. This was a bad idea.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you wanted to try. And you know we’re here for you if you need us. Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Alex smiled softly.

Gabriel nodded.

“What do you want to do now? Do you want us to take you back?”

His hands clenched into fists. “…no. I…don’t think I can…”

Alex nodded. “Okay. Should we go get your mom?”

Gabriel nodded again.

“Alright. I’ll go let everyone know.”

“Everyone?”

“Jim and Judd left to get some breakfast. They’ve been here all night. Only left because I told them I’d keep an eye on you and call when you woke up.”

“Oh.” Gabriel was still tired. He laid back down on his side. Then remembered he would have to mentally prepare to tell his mom what had been going on while she was away. He curled in on himself. It stung a little, but he didn’t care. The whole situation was so messed up…

“Gabriel?” Alex said gently. “I’m going to step out and call Jim and Judd real quick, but I’ll be back in a minute, okay?”

He nodded.

“Get some rest. You’re safe here.”

“…thank you, Alex.”

She smiled and left the room.

Gabriel laid awake with his thoughts. They closed in on him like a pack of dogs, barking and biting and tearing. The room began to feel smaller and smaller, and his thoughts became louder. He curled up into a ball, ignoring the stinging of his wounds. His mind would quiet eventually. He just had to wait it out.

This time, he didn’t have to wait long.

A hand touched his arm, causing him to flinch. The hurricane in his brain quieted. He looked up.

Alex stood beside him, smiling softly. “Sorry. You seemed like you needed an interruption.”

He blinked. The light from the room’s window hit her in just a way…

He’d never considered describing anything, or anyone, as angelic before that moment.

“Thanks, Alex.” He allowed the tension to slowly start leaving his body. The bed was far more comfortable than it had been only minutes ago.

“‘Course.” Alex pulled her hand back.

Gabriel hesitated. “…why do you help me so much? I know it’s not easy.”

She sat back down in the chair she’d been occupying earlier, smiling. “You’re my friend. You may not make all the right decisions, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there for you when you need someone.”

“…thanks, Alex.”

“‘Course!” Her smile was radiant. The room almost seemed brighter.

The door opened, and two people stepped in.

“Heeeeey, buddy. How’re you feeling?” Jim sounded like he was approaching a cornered animal. It was actually kind of hillarious.

Gabriel laughed. It hurt, but he couldn’t help it.

“…Little too much morphine?”

“He ain’t a rabid dog,” Judd was smiling in amusement.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t want to scare him. I felt like I kinda slammed the door open…” Jim flushed a little in embarassment.

“You’re fine,” Gabriel assured, still smiling. “I think I needed that.”

“Oh, hey we picked up some blueberry pancakes for ya while we were out. They’re a little warm.” Judd took out a to-go box from one of the nearby fast food places and put it on the table.

“Thanks. You didn’t have to.” Gabriel accepted the box, taking out one of the pancakes and taking a bite. After the week he’d had, it tasted a lot better than normal.

Judd shrugged. “Figured you’d be hungry. And I’ve heard hospital food ain’t great.”

“Thank you. And…thank you for getting me here. I know I’ve been stubborn lately. I’ll try to be more careful.” Gabriel’s wings shifted awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it.” Judd grinned.

“We’re just glad you’re okay,” Jim assured. “But yeah, please be more careful.”

Alex perked up as if listening. “Your mom’s here. You want us to stay?”

Gabriel shook his head. “I’ll be alright. Thank you for staying as long as you did.”

“Sure thing.” Judd nodded, then turned to head out the door. He and Jim almost ran into Farida on their way out.

The woman paused. “Oh! Are you more of Gabriel’s friends?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m Judd. Nice to finally meet you.” He held out a hand, which Farida shook.

“Jim. Pleasure to meet you.” He shook her hand as well.

“We were just on our way out,” Alex said as she approached the door. “Gotta get homework done yet.”

“Don’t let me stop you. Thank you for taking care of Gabriel.” Farida smiled.

“Sure thing. We’ll leave ya be,” Judd answered. With that, the trio left.

“You’ve got some good friends.” Farida sat in the chair Alex had been occupying. “Now, can you please tell me what happened? They said you were pretty cut up…”

Gabriel’s stomach twisted into a knot. “I…” he sighed. “I need to be honest with you. I actually moved out of the penthouse a while ago. I’ve been living with Elaina and Seb.”

His mom blinked. “What? Why?”

“Garrett…he…he was nice for the first year, but…I-I don’t know what happened. My healing developed and he was suddenly a lot colder.”

“Oh, I think I know why…” the tone of voice was not promising. “I was going to tell you eventually, but your father had the same kind of ability. Only, the way he used it…I don’t know exactly what happened, but it wasn’t good. And he was going to use it on me. But when your uncle found out I was pregnant with you, he…killed your father. So he couldn’t hurt anyone else.”

Gabriel blinked. There was…a lot to unpack there. “You…knew? That this kind of thing could happen?”

“Not really. I didn’t know how bad it was. But…it’s not surprising.” She sighed. “I’m sorry I’ve been making you stay there this last week. I didn’t realize it was bad…”

He suddenly didn’t feel guilty about needing to have the conversation anymore. “Bad? Mom it’s not just him ignoring me. They said I’m cut up? He did that the first night we were back.”

Farida looked away, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Did you know he runs the city? He’s the head of the underground. He’s had me doing some of his dirty work for years. And if I don’t meet his standards in something, this is what happens. I…” he froze, reeling it in again. He couldn’t go off. It wasn’t her fault. “I’m sorry, mom. I know it’s not your fault. I just…even just this week…pretending everything was fine the whole time…I didn’t want to just dump everything on you like that…”

Farida was quiet a moment. “I’m so sorry…I knew it was possible you could develop your father’s ability. I just didn’t know…or I guess…I didn’t want to believe that your uncle would react that way.” She shook her head. “I didn’t have anyone else I felt I could trust with you. But all these years…I’m glad I have such a strong son.” She smiled softly.

Gabriel couldn’t help it. A knot rose in his throat and his eyes watered. “I’m glad you’re back, mom.”

Farida gently pulled him into a hug. He buried his face in her shoulder, clinging to her shirt.

“Do you think Elaina has room for one more?” she asked.

“Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

#oc stuff #whump #whumpee #whump community #whump writing #i may be too mean to him

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clowndensation · 11 months

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there’s a question to be asked i think about to what extent “getting out” can be conflated with “being saved” in this show, and what freedom actually means to any of these characters.

like you can argue that shiv saved ken by voting against him on gojo, but what if your intent behind saving someone is to inflict a worse punishment than if you’d just left them trapped? can a child weaned on poison survive on milk, or are you just sentencing them to a death by inches, starved of the only thing they know? and if you save someone specifically because you know that being saved is the worst thing that can happen to them, is that kindness or cruelty? at what point does a good thing become a malicious act?

and you can say that roman is finally free, but what exactly is he free from? the company? his father? does unlocking a cage mean saving a dog, or are you allowing him out on the street knowing there’s a kill shelter nearby? if the driving anxiety behind roman is that he’s an idiot and a failure—that he’ll never amount to anything, and trying will only lead to pain—and he’s finally cut loose once all of those anxieties have crystallized into cold hard fact in his mind, what has he actually escaped from? if the cage is in your mind, is it even possible for somebody else to unlock it?

the fundamental truth of a tragedy is that even being saved can be a death sentence, if the characters are incapable of escaping the thing doing them the most harm (themselves and their childhoods)

#'what about shiv' if i think about shiv i'm going to kill myself. she needs her own post. there's too much there to get into.#anyways seeing a tremendous amount of At Least Roman Is Free <3 tags that have me going. right. for sure. free from what?#because it's certainly not the intense amount of self disgust that has driven him in circles this entire time.#i fear he may feel the weight of alienation on his soul for the rest of his life. and he won't even try to alleviate it anymore.#and ALSO the idea that shiv went out of her way to save kendall as an act of like. altruism. like it was a sacrifice on her part #which i feel is a very toothless perspective on shiv and the psychological torment that's been weighing on her essentially since birth #like her choice in regards to gojo is one of the meatiest most harrowing bits of character work i've ever seen #and while of course there was love inside that action (because nothing these characters do is entirely divorced from love)#i don't think it was necessarily a kind or forgiving or sacrificial love #like this was an intense vitriolic snapping from a dog that has been kicked by her dad all her life.#and who absolutely refuses to accept that from her brother (because that would mean acknowledging that kendall takes the mantle of Dad-#and that she's subservient to him. which is the one thing she absolutely will never do #because it's a level of degradation that's finally a step too far)#anyways. um. insane season that i still can't look at directly or i'll perish on the spot.#succession

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avisisisis · 4 months

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The sun and moon symbolism was used so well in LMK

I love how it wasn't used as a way to tell us about their personalities but instead as a way to reflect their beliefs, their places in the world and how their relationship with it can vary

When you think about sun and moon characters, the first things that comes to mind are "extrovert and introvert", "loud and quiet", "optimistic and realistic (or straight up pessimist)", etc. You think of two labels that are used, to put it simply, as a way to tell us that oh, this character is bright and nice and this other character is quiet and follows them anywhere. And depending on what you think about Shadowpeach, this might suit them! But if we're talking about canon, then it's just... not them

Macaque isn't a shy, timid guy who while he's smart and clever, he doesn't stand up for himself. SWK isn't a happy and cheerful but also dumb guy who tends to be the one to defend Mac when he doesn't do it himself

Here, the sun and moon symbolism is used to explain the nature of their relationship, not their personalities. It's used to give us a simple explanation of why they're that way without showing us a 20 minute backstory scene to make us understand what the fuck happened (though that wouldn't be unwelcome)

The sun shines brightly and gives us its warmth, but in the end, he'll always be alone; no one can get close to her without burning. The moon's brightness comes only from the sun, and she's most noticed when it's night, while the shadows cover the earth

The moon needs the sun to shine, but the sun wouldn't change at all if he wasn't there; Macaque needs SWK to be there for his character to be important. but Sun Wukong's story would have remained almost the same if Macaque had never been his friend. If you want a story where they never knew each other, just read JTTW!

However, while the sun doesn't need the moon at all in real life, these two characters are supposed to be actual people, not a rock and a ball of gas in space. Macaque can be his own person without Sun Wukong being there, and Wukong is strong enough to not need someone fighting by his side but still wants it anyway

They're not soulmates, at least not in the way the wind and the sea are. Sun Wukong's love for Liu'er Mihou isn't a thing destiny wrote. It's not heaven's, not space's, not faith's: it's his. And his love for Macaque is what makes him need him by his side

#idk there's smth about the fates not having written two ppl together in their story but them choosing to be together anyway that haunts me #i think that while swk n mac are a lot like the sun and the moon they're still yk #NOT the sun and the moon #mac might've left behind and swk may be too powerful for common mortals to truly reach him but #mac has (almost) the same power as swk even tho the moon isn't anywhere near to being as bright as the sun #and ig you COULD use it to show how ppl care about the moon as much as they do about the sun but this is about THEM #not abt what other ppl think they are. so it's about the actual sun n moon rather than what they mean to ppl #and #there are some ppl who CAN get close to swk without dying even tho the sun will kill anyone who gets close to it #the way macaque views their relationship is flawed n the way swk views it is #also flawed!#miscommunication and unreliable narrators my beloveds #lmk #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #the six eared macaque #the monkey king #liu'er mihou #swk #shadowpeach #i don't know how to put their relationship into words without it sounding weird #ig that what i'm trying to say is #that they are really important to each other #even if they hadn't needed each other they'd still choose each other #even if they hadn't chosen each other they'd still have needed each other #idk if i'm explaining myself well #the sun and the moon. never touching but always seen together even if they're never by each other's side irl #avis' post

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