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somethingpersonarelated · 2 days

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On simplifying Akechi

My brain was ridden with these ideas people have about Akechi that piss me off a little. Mostly ones that say he is "just crazy" or "just hates Joker." There's countless metaposts countering these arguments (and they are absolutely wonderful) but I often wonder WHY simplifying Akechi down is so appealing, even to people who are fans of his character. I can't say I've never been immune to simplifications of his character either, and I feel like that's important to admit. I don't even think it's necessarily a bad thing, but I was wondering about that why question.

TW: Discussions of mental health and child abuse

Source: A high schooler's holiday from the P5 Comic Anthology (read it here!)

I do think it's hard for all of the little things Akechi's character builds upon to be conveyed through a single playthrough. If you go in blind or don't finish his confidant, you may only get that surface level exploration of his character. Base Akechi is flashy and still gets the point across that it needs to: he's a foil to Joker and the PTs. However, by missing out on his social links and special events, you miss cultural, relationship, and personal context.

Many words have been said about the translation, particularly in the engine room, being faulty in areas. But some people still don't understand that Akechi's plan isn't to kill Shido, even when the text makes that clear. There's also this scene with Shido, which reads more as an exposition dump in a long section of the game most players will either tune out or skip. Not everything you see will always stick in your head, and Persona is a LONG game. I feel like it's easy to forget people just... forget canon sometimes. It's easier to put these details aside and say Akechi isn't affected by the system he's raised in. But the reality is, you miss what Lavenza says about Akechi's role, you miss that one exposition scene, and you miss the confidant: you believe Akechi had much more autonomy than was actually true. In conversations I've had with people IRL about Persona, 2/3 either skipped or did not finish Akechi's confidant. It isn't improbable, playtimes can range from 100-300 hours, most playthroughs take weeks. People will forget things. It isn't a maybe, it WILL happen.

When the game feeds you so much information, it's also easier to take what the characters say at face value. Doing this with Akechi will bite your ass. Those words in Rank 8 are directly expanded upon in No More What Ifs, the engine room, and 2/2. Maruki and Morgana confirm Akechi doesn't hate Joker, but you never hear Akechi say it himself. To me the game beats you over the head with this information (as the game has a tendency to do for certain situations), but I've also been in the rabbit hole for over a year now.

There's also this idea that recognizing that Akechi was set up by Yaldabaoth, his upbringing, and Shido means that all the venom is taken away from his actions. That isn't true, and Akechi holds to that in third semester. He doesn't give himself any grace for the situation he landed in, wanting to take accountability for it when it is undone without his consent. Akechi is by no means a perfect victim, and he doesn't believe that either. Recognizing that he had no choice, it was either homelessness and neglect or the plan he conjured himself only brings to light the tragedy of his situation, not whether his actions were morally incorrect. He wanted his father to be in his life, and he wanted his father to suffer. He wanted to have someone like Ren in his life, and he couldn't have someone like Ren because his plan would be jeopardized. It's a series of choices, some of which are forced upon him, some of which he chooses himself. That is an important distinction to make.

There's also this idea that Akechi is 'just crazy,' or never suffered from abuse or events that affected him long term. That he doesn't suffer from unspecified mental health conditions or trauma, and chose everything with a clear mind. When someone brings up this argument, it's usually in response to people talking about his life experiences. That somehow, the existence of trauma or a condition is an excuse for whatever he did. There's a double standard here: Akechi is someone who suffers from a condition that makes him 'plain crazy', simplifying his entire motivation and role in the story, while also removing him from the context of his mother, Shido, and his experience with the foster system. Actually interacting with these facets of his character brings to light the challenging things the story asks you to think about when it comes to Akechi: Is he a victim? Is he like the Phantom Thieves? What about his situation informed his choices? Interacting with this requires effort and an actual acknowledgement about what it means to be someone that suffers from trauma. Calling him 'plain crazy' not only is in disservice of textual analysis, but more importantly incorrect (and frankly, it falls straight into ableist tropes about mental health).

Sometimes internet debates/discourse lead to simplification, even just random headcanons may lead to simplification. That isn't always bad. There are many ways to say what I said here in fewer words. I, unfortunately, am not skilled enough to do that. But some of these simplifications lead to entirely incorrect judgements about a character, or even about mental health issues. When that happens, I wish people would learn to reflect about what that means when they interact with a piece of media. Or even with other people.

tldr: people should learn to say they just don't like things instead of coming up with excuses that make no sense. basically

#p5 #p5 meta #goro akechi #p5 discourse #p5r #p5 spoilers #thinking-emoji #a rant i am so sorry

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whoiwanttoday · 2 days

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I've been through a lot of breakups in my life. This isn't shocking given I am innately unloveable and quite frankly a lot to deal with. Probably the closest I ever got to warm feelings post break up was, "I love you but I am exhausted". Totally fair, I can barely handle me most days and I don't have a choice in the matter, so I get how it's too much for someone else. I remember a fight with that ex and at some point me uttering the phrase, "Oh, like it's my fault your friends suck". Guys, I am here to tell you that did not de-escalate the situation like you might expect. No one likes it when you're absolutely right in an argument. Anyway, I think about these things sometimes because I think we all often try to look for meaning in things that don't necessarily inherently have it. That's because we kind of need major events to be about us because the other option is soul crushing. Like, if my heart is ripped out and torn in two I sure would like to think it's about me rather than not actually about me at all and instead I am just an incidental casualty because not only is life cruel and random I am not that important. I mean, look, Hamlet was miserable but at least they named the play after him, we'd all rather be the star than the attending lord who exists to swell the progress of a scene or two. Those guys got their heads cut off and didn't get their own play for centuries.

My therapist says dwelling on this stuff isn't great for me but I always feel like she's being kind of smug, like she's so fucking smart. You're not the only analyst in the room, lady, I went to college too but I don't sit in an office analyzing poetry at people to show off that fact, even though I once wrote about the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and my teacher not only told me how good it was but that I had a real 'knack' for analyzing poetry and she would really like to help me explore that more if I wanted. And while I am at it an insecure person would read the knack in quotes and think the whole thing was sarcastic but I know it was because she didn't believe in knacks but through hard work and didn't want to diminish that. Tricks on her, I wrote that paper in one sitting the night before because I do have a knack for using a lot of words to get to something. It really can pull the wool over someone's eyes for a few semesters but at the end of the day eventually runs thin and people tire of your charm, thus the many break ups. Which brings us full circle and that's how you do this nonsense, you fill up a lot of space sort of talking about nothing but if you can turn a phrase with a little skill people will be distracted long enough and I am bringing that up today because I don't actually have anything new to say about Sydney Sweeney but that's the whole point, do I ever really? No, not really but this is how you drag all that out and fill a page and she has me thinking about all this because I am thinking about someone who doesn't like her very much but used to like me and now probably has forgotten I existed. Which is vague but that's how it works sometimes, but I promise you that's a second full circle. They're not concentric, the both intersect at the start. Today I want to fuck Sydney Sweeney.

#Sydney Sweeney #blonde #Actress #whoiwanttofucktoday

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magnuspirate · 9 months

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#one piece #kid pirates #eustass kid #oc pascha #pascha #friendly fire #i've had this scene in my head for so long

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 1 year

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FNK WEEK: day 1- song inspiration

"And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while..."

fnk week is hosted by @help-im-a-gay-fish

studio au is made by @zu-is-here

fem designs belong to me

#illustration #my art #utmv #fluffynightkiller week #fnk week #fluffynightkiller #nightmare #ccino #killer #fem!nightmare #fem!killer #fem!ccino #augh they're so precious >:')c <3333 #okay you're never gonna believe me but the HARDEST part about this day by far was actually finding a song HHH #i swear i spent so long just scrolling through my playlists going 'fits kross more- nope- saving it for an animatic-' on repeat hhh xD #i've always had this specific scene in my head and i'm really happy with how it turned out!! the second one was a lil bonus >;)c #gotta catch up to all the days i haven't drawn yet fhgtfdfg BYE and hope you guys like it >:'D <3333

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wario-speedwagon · 4 months

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Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 12

Hello! Greetings! I hope you're ready for an angsty one >:] Full chapter below the cut <3

Chapter 1 Chapter 11

Chapter 12

The two uncostumed employees were disgruntled that their friendly competition was cut so prematurely, as they'd only just gotten out of their suits fifteen minutes ago after a couple hours of dicking around—er, performing in them. And now they were already heading back to those smelly things again.

But Jack wasn't quite as bitter as Dave was, considering that regardless of Dave's cheating scandal, he'd left off with the higher score.

“Maybe we can at least spend some time looking for Pruny while we're costumed again.”

Oh, he was still hung up on that?

“You sure are a worrywart. She'll be fine, she's a big kid who's fine on her own.”

“Yeah, but you never know if someone'll snag her while we're not watching or something…”

Jack just shot him a judgemental look in the eyes that said ‘are you serious?’

Dave had always had a glaring blind spot for his own hypocrisy. Jack had come to notice this over time: that instead of maliciously unfair and double-standarded, Dave was just more often horrendously self-unaware.

Case in point was him having the gall to adopt a kid he was just about to murder with zero sense of irony.

While it sometimes made it a little bit easier to forgive some sleights of his, it was far from a source of comfort.

The two had marched down the shabby maintenance hallway, and at the end of it, Dave casually pushed open the hidden Saferoom door.

The puppet reacted immediately by standing itself squarely between them and Pruny in the latter's defense. Though Pruny was visibly excited by the new visitors. At least for a moment.

“Oh not you again.”

“Dave Miller. This child and I were just on our way out.”

“You were on your way out. Leave the kid alone, comprende?”

Pruny’s excitement immediately dissipated upon seeing how the two were reacting to this puppet with such stern demeanors. And as she “listened” to what Dave said, she realized that this was a two way conversation they were having with it.

“No, you ‘comprende,’ Miller: you and your loser friend will give up on claiming your fifth victim. If you do it nicely, I might even let you both live to see another day!”

“I'm telling you, creep-ass, the girl stays with us—”

“And you, Jack.”

Empty eyes filled with a child’s soul were suddenly piercing through Jack’s own racing thoughts. Jack had not said a single word, and it was because he was busy sorting out how to feel after this unexpected and sudden reunion. He’d not faced her personally since he’d…

“... Yeah?” he feigned nonchalantly.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

“...I have nothing to say to you.”

“Because the last time I saw you, you and I were in agreement about Dave.”

Jack was silent for a good few seconds, carefully measuring his next words.

“…From now on, this won't be happening again,” he cautiously negotiated.

“Ha! Is that right!? Now that’s not what you would lead me to believe after your actions yesterday!”

“A lot has happened since then.” His voice continued to carry an uncanny calm, but—

“…But is that a promise, Kennedy?”—the only thing Pruny could see was how tense Jack’s composure was and how tightly he clinged to his own wrist.

“I’ve since sworn off making promises.”

“Then your word is only as good as your soul.”

“I have no soul, Dee.”

“Is that a confession or an excuse?”

“—Sorry, but I’m lost,” Dave interrupted, looking to Old Sport. “What's up with you and this thing? You two got history?”

“I'll, uh, fill you in later…”

“No, Jack Kennedy, there won't BE any more ‘later.’ Not anymore.”

“Watch it, pal. I may not’ve designed you, but I sure as hell know how to disassemble you…the right way, and the fun way.”

Pruny finally gathered the courage to dash toward them, but a dark, clawed arm held her back.

The Puppet slowly creaked its head back to face Dave.

“I don't fear you anymore, William. Not after all you've done to me, and not after all you’ve done to everyone after me. And certainly not after what you've done to Jack.”

“Mind jogging my memory who Jack is again? One of yer kid friends I took or something?”

But the nausea in Jack’s stomach was only growing worse, and he could feel his face growing pale.

“You don't even remember what you did to Jack Kennedy. And apparently neither does he.”

“‘Kennedy’ huh? I'll sleep on the name tonight, alright?”

“Oh, there’ll be plenty of ‘sleeping’ for you after I'm finished with the both of you.”

Pruny had carefully snuck her way over to her protectors' sides after seeing how threateningly tense the situation had gotten, and she huddled up between both their sides, one hand on each shirt.

That helped to ground Jack back down from a rising panic.

“Prune,” he voiced silently, his usual comforting tone failing to come out. “Get out of here.”

The Puppet returned her attention to Jack, but said nothing.

Meanwhile, Pruny's nerves had turned to fear, and to that she responded by gripping both of their shirt-tails closer to her.

Jack immediately moved to shove Pruny out of the Saferoom door, only to feel claws bore into his shoulders with enough force that he himself was pushed against the wall next to the door. The claws didn’t release, and in his ear:

“I won’t let you hurt another child.”

But before he could think to respond—

“You asked for it.” And before they knew it, the Puppet itself had been shoved onto the floor by Dave who was now standing over her.

She quickly moved back to her feet, but a forceful aubergine arm immediately pushed her back down and kept her pinned her to the floor.

“I’m gonna enjoy this, you right pain in the ass! Here's to years of gettin' in my way!” And with his other free hand, he whipped out a crowbar, arm raised and poised for a strike—

—and forcefully hugged back by Old Sport…?

“Don’t, please—...”

“Wha…?”

The Puppet took this brief window as an opportunity to retreat.

And the aubergine and tangerine just traded bewildered and bewildering looks, raised arm still trapped by the other’s desperate embrace.

But a set of claws flashed across Dave’s face, followed by his shout in pain and the loud clattering of a dropped crowbar.

“Shit—!!!”

Dave staggered back a few steps, giant hand pressed tightly against the side of his face, and without thinking, Jack ran to intercept the Puppet’s next lunge toward him—

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Where is he where is he—

“Hey youngster, don’t run so fast!”

Please, where is he—

She felt someone running behind her, and to her relief, it was exactly who she needed!

And…

And then…

Then it started to sink in…

She froze up in panic.

“Are you okay, miss?”

He was staring at her, probably waiting for her to say something, she needed to say something—!

“He—H-He…”

It wouldn’t come out, it never does, why not!?

“Plea— the— I—” She couldn’t decide what sound to start with, so her wasted voice turned into panicked gasp for air.

“Kiddo, slow down, one word at a time.”

The Phone Man lowered himself to one knee down to her level. That was good, it meant she still had his attention despite saying nothing yet.

So she really needed to—!

She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him along, and thankfully he got the message right away to follow so she ran for the Saferoom.

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He’d done the right thing, but he’d done a horribly wrong thing.

It was only one strike. That’s all it took for the gravity of his impulse to crash over him.

That he’d attacked her.

The loud clatter at his feet startled him. The crowbar had apparently slipped from his shaking hands.

“Jack, why do you defend him?” said the now-malfunctioning Puppet with an open gash to its newly-cracked mask revealing damaged circuitry inside. “Do you not care what he did to us?”

He didn’t have an answer. He’d hoped up to this point that he’d never need to come up with one. Getting to see her again was the one wish of his he never wanted granted after all this.

“Why…? Why would you join him?”

Jack still stared back in short supply of an adequate response.

“Did my death really mean so little to you that you'd befriend my murderer?”

He couldn’t take this anymore, this was too much—

“Dee, I’m sorry…”

The Puppet remained silent, as if waiting for Jack to continue.

But that was the only thing he could find in himself to say.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say about it?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re a coward.”

“...Sportsy, don’t go apologizin’ to that thing.”

Dave had gotten to his feet, hand still pressed against half his bleeding face but otherwise not at all deterred.

“I dunno who she is to you, but I don’t care. Anyone who threatens to hurt my partner can die before they get the chance.

Congrats, kid; you’re finally done with that freaky body.”

“No, Dave, don’t.”

Dave was careful not to turn his gaze away from the puppet this time when asking, “Why?”

“Disable her all you like, but don’t you dare do anything to hurt her.”

“I’d like to see you try,” she challenged bitterly.

“Challenge accepted—” but Dave’s threat didn’t land as the puppet immediately scrambled to swipe at his feet and tripped him onto his butt.

“Stop it, both of you!”

That ended up being far more effective than Jack expected as both combatants quickly paused their violent scrambling to give him their attention.

“Dave, I’m dead serious. If you lay another hand on her, I’ll make sure you never walk again.”

Dave was stunned to complete silence by the seriousness behind that threat.

“And you, Dee. I know you have no reason to believe me ever again—”

“Save it, Jack. I’m not interested in what you have to say anymore.”

“Dee, just listen to me—”

“You listen to ME, Jack Kennedy! If I see you or Dave with that girl or any other child ever again—”

But her threat, too, fell flat when Pruny ran up out of nowhere to hug Jack’s legs.

“Prune, what’re—!?”

“What on earth is going on in here?”

All faces turned to the Phone Guy in the doorway. Well, all except for Pruny’s teared up face that was pressed against Jack’s thigh.

No one said anything in answer, so Scott spoke up again. “I see the ‘Puppet’ is out and actively trying to kill you. I warned you you’d regret it if you let its music box run out.”

Again, no one had a response to give.

“Alright; Dave, go ahead and do your thing and disable it, we all know how much you love to do it.”

“You think we haven’t tried!?”

“Then dismantle it the messy way, whatever it takes!”

But Dave nervously glanced toward Jack whose hard stare back was not permitting. Yet before Dave could utter a word in response, the puppet had already made a sudden dash for the Saferoom entrance, pushing aside the Phone Guy in her path.

“Dee, wait—!”

“‘Dee’?” But Jack ignored him to walk after her—but remembering he still had an aubergine child clinging to him, he stopped his pursuit.

“You two have a lot to explain in the office.”

Although what Scott secretly wanted to know most was why the names ‘Dee’ and ‘Kennedy’ were being thrown around.

(Chapter 13)->

#I've had this scene envisioned vaguely in my head for a long time now #and it's so cool to finally get to this point and see it written out and shared for you all!#dsaf #dayshift at freddys #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf fanfic #jack kennedy #dave miller #dee kennedy #dsaf jack #dsaf dave #dsaf dee #jack dsaf #dave dsaf #dee dsaf

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summersofsalt · 1 year

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Now when Nona waited for Camilla’s eyes to clear, and she lifted up Camilla’s hand to press her mouth to it, all Camilla said was, “Thanks.” And she almost didn’t flinch.

(from Nona the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir)

#camilla hect #palamedes sextus #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #the locked tomb fanart #tlt #tlt fanart #camilla the sixth #palamedes the sixth #nona spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb spoilers #fan comic #fanart #my art #this scene and prose has been pingponging around in my head for MONTHS #i've had the comic sketched out for almost as long #and finally got up the spoons to actually do it #this is technically my first finished comic ever I think?#so that's hype #anyways #it's about the mirroring/mimicking #it's about nona understanding people at such a deep level #that she can replicate pal's gesture EXACTLY #it's about platonic love #and being split from your cousin by split seconds #and it's about grief and how sometimes that means doing things that don't make any sense #e.g. bathtubs with no water #is there a parallel with the bathtub (water) and the creation of paul? (fire)#perhaps not but it's fun to think about

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redrobin-detective · 3 months

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I was looking at my AO3 trying, once more to finish my AT mini series when I realized its been a year to the day I published where is it now, The glory and the dream? nicknamed Glory. Its a story I loved writing and have reread it multiple times and I got a bit emo thinking about that story - about that world.

I wrote a DGM fic in college over the course of a year that started as a speculative fic on past events and became an all out AU once more details came out in the manga. But I became so much more attached to my version of the characters and the story that it became hard to connect with the canon version. I feel something similar with BNHA and Road Not Taken verse. I love those characters who I took from early canon and molded and aged into essentially my own characters. I still get weepy reading rise up and writing glory kind of helped me deal with a bit of anxiety of turning 30.

This whole verse means a lot to me even though it was far from popular even when BNHA was dominating AO3 and is now so far out of vogue people aren't really reading stories much less wild AUs. But it lives close to my heart and is one of the things I think of when BNHA in any context is brought up. I will write the finale fic, it's lived in my brain fully formed since the last few chapters of TLWA. I will write it and it will hurt and I will sob and it will be one of the most satisfying stories because it will finally exit my brain and enter the page. And it will be utterly meaningless to 99.99% of the population and I will not give a damn because as much as I love sharing my stories and getting feedback, these stories are Mine. TLWA and it's sequels more than most.

#happy birthday glory #i waited 2 years to develop my version of bakugou #and it was so damn satisfying #I'm quaking thinking about the satisfaction of writing the finale #I've got maybe 9-10 pages done and I had to stop and cry over one scene because it would parallel an end scene and it Broke me #sometimes something lives in your head for so long is so comforting and yet grows so large that pulling it out of your brain hurts #Im in a weirdly existential mood tonight #I will write the finale I WILL but my god its going to be a process but I will be the queen of the fucking world afterwards #five years is a long time for a baby to grow and the birth sure will be something #pain that will be largely unrecognized and unnecssary but its for me not the fickle demands of fandom #i will love every minute every word every reread #im done now sorry to be insane on main for a dumb series :)

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