#or be aware of how fucking bad this is going to get

[bluequeerio]

Omg I never thought about it that way! Thank you so much for sharing! ^^ This has actually helped me understand myself a bit :)

Personal vent down below:

Ppl can say whatever the fuck they want abt ep 5 and Ragatha (bc the block button exists lol) BUT it helped me realize I was in a toxic relationship 😃 I’ll try not to get into it too much bc it’s, well, personal lol

But anyways, seeing Raggie not being chosen despite all her kindness towards Pomni hit a little too close to home 😅 And as much as it pained me seeing her left alone at the end of the ep and then that Glitch post with her sitting by herself staring off into the beautiful night sky, I think it’s what I needed 😭 Cuz I was like, “good for her, she deserves better than that anyways” which made me go “wait a damn minute…” ajdhjsjdksjs 🫢

Another thing that’s piqued my interest is thinking back on Pomni’s apology at the end of ep 3. Of course I think she meant it but at the same time I’m like “well if she meant that then she hasn’t really shown it…” 😐 And I think this is my thought process bc HAHAHA MY EX WAS LIKE THAT 🤠🔫 For instance, they would make/give me gifts that were kinda the bare minimum, call me pretty/hot, tell me they loved me, and want to kiss me so fucking bad yet when it came to the emotional aspect they would disappear like Jax in the pilot during Kaufmo’s abstraction sequence lmaooooo 💀😵‍💫😞

Notes:

🔮 I DO NOT hate Pomni after this ep, I’m just upset and scared for her lol 😣 Like YES ik she is an adult but she’s hanging out with the guy who thinks Gangle genuinely likes it when he bullies her 😬 I just hope our jester girlie is being cautious at the very least (but it doesn’t seem like it rip 🫤)

🔮 I am also very aware that my ex COULD stumble upon this post, I just don’t gaf anymore 🥴🤧 I think she deserves to know she was actually not the best girlfriend. I feel played and used 😓🙄🫩 Seriously I’d rather Jax shoot me in that safari adventure

🔮 Last but not least, if u know or think u know who my ex is PLS DO NOT GO AFTER THEM!! I hope this quick edit is not too late 😮‍💨 My feelings are my feelings whether they are right or wrong. But that is solely my business. I am simply venting, not trying to stir up trouble. FYI: my ex is not a terrible person or anything like that — I just realized we weren’t as compatible as I thought. And guess what? That’s ok! ☻

🌔 Other quick edit: I said some harsh things abt what they did/how it made me feel and not only have I removed some of them (the worst ones in my opinion) but I’d like to apologize, as I’ve accepted that I need to work on myself so that I can move on :) Yes I feel hurt, but the entirety of Tumblr doesn’t need the details. If they’re reading this or have already done so, I’m very sorry! I really do want the best for you but I was in my feels when I first made this post 🤥 And it will not happen again! 😣

♡ If you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading! ♡

Ok so

I personally didn’t see this scene as Ragatha realizing she’s alone

I actually think this is her making the choice to give up on getting closer with Pomni

See, It’s important that we got these moments in between Ragatha realizing Pomni and Jax have grown close enough to act like friends

Between her getting to know about someone she’s supposedly been stuck with for years and still being on good terms with someone she’s felt guilty for treating poorly

Ragatha is actually shown to be growing closer with the others

This is her feeling the warmth and validation she’s been seeking out

She doesn’t need more friends, she’s had some pretty good ones already, and in her obsession to be liked by yet another person has made her forget that a bit

Her brief moment of explosive anger with Pomni (very justified anger I might add) and then witnessing how Pomni was choosing to keep talking with Jax (the one who made her angry in the first place) made her feel betrayed

She’s watching Pomni bond with someone who likes to hurt others

She’s been wanting to get closer with a person who who wants to spend their time with someone who hurts her

So at the end, I think she’s realizing that this is not the kind of person she wants to get close with anymore

[lastoneout]

My occupational therapist said that my sleep doctor is a fucking idiot for saying "there is no world where anyone needs more than 8 hours of sleep" because when you have fibro and pots and heds and chronic pain you actually need all the sleep you can get, and I should be sleeping when I'm tired even if it's way more than a healthy person might need, and I genuinely think at this point I'm going to find out where I can submit feedback on this guy and call out his ableist refusal to acknowledge that I'm disabled and account for that in my treatment plan because that genuinely does make someone a bad doctor.

Like I don't expect anything to come of it, and I'm sure he didn't mean to be bigoted, but ignoring the reality of my unique medical needs when he, as a sleep specialist, should be incredibly fucking aware of how chronic illness effects sleep is bigoted and he shouldn't be allowed to get away with it.

[harkovsangel]

With all this current discourse going on, i just feel like i have to say that my blog is a safe space for dddne writers and readers even if i dont write nor engage with those fics.

I also feel like just saying that there is a difference between stating your opinions and harassing writers or continuing to talk indirect shit about said writers on your blog. Its also backwards to blame women for misogyny. Thats such a gross thing to do. The current state of the world is fucked up, now is not the time to pit against other women and whine continuously online about fanfiction genres that have been around forever. now is a time to sympathize, understand and support these people. I feel like as a whole people should actually be doing more to spread awareness or help with these issues. donate, spread charities etc.

Another observation i just want to add to light is that dddne writers have been harassed for their content for years, especially in the obx fandom from what i’ve observed. They would always say ‘just scroll!’ and no one would listen and no one would support them. But now that dddne writers or readers are giving these people their same attitude they should just scroll? And now everyone is saying to just scroll? Why shouldn’t specific writers who harassed dddne writers not have just scrolled? Why do these writers still have platforms and support?

Its also super weird to make a serious post about misogyny, and then make a ‘joke’ “make rafe great again”, referencing a corrupt, sexist, racist and genuinely horrid man, no matter what way you meant it. It also seems very hypocritical. trump just attacked iran and out of all things to do u choose to make a campaign(named after something he said) against a fanfiction trope instead of just scrolling or stating your opinion and moving on.

I get that what i say will have little affect on many people, but i really hope that the fandom will shut up and actually think and stop being so goddamn rude towards people. You guys all need to realize how absurd this situation is and stop being so infested in what others are into and their blog. You guys are KILLING this fandom. This isnt highschool stop gossiping like fifteen year olds. If you dont like someone or something block them and move on, that applies to everyone in the fandom.(and before people say, ‘people in this fandom are young!!’ so are people in the squid game fandom and they aren’t even close to this fucking bad).

[scary-grace]

Ahhh I love that dark prompt list!! How about something shorter for:

¹¹⁾ a chair jammed under a doorhandle 

Thank you for the prompt! I went unhinged and pretty uncomfortable with this one, but I found it really inspiring. Apologies if it goes a bit too far. Canonverse, Tomura POV, content warning for AFO being absolutely disgusting. Nonconsensual voyeurism + other things I’m bad at describing. Dark.

There are no locked doors in Sensei’s house.

Tomura’s not even sure it is a house. When he was younger, he’d get lost in here, wandering barefoot on cold concrete floors for what felt like hours, until Sensei found him or he found his way back to somewhere familiar. There’s no part of this place Tomura’s banned from. He can go anywhere he wants, touch anything he’d like to touch. Even in Sensei’s study. That took some getting used to. Tomura was so scared the first time Sensei found him there that he almost threw up.

But Sensei smiled. Sensei always smiles for Tomura. Go on, he said, and gestured to the entire room. All the books and maps, computer screens and case files and things Tomura didn’t have names for. It’s all for you.

No locks, no limits, no rules. Tomura almost never hears the word “no”. But it goes the other way, too. Tomura might not hear “no”, but he doesn’t get to say it, either.

At first that was okay with Tomura. He was so happy to hear yes instead of no that it didn’t matter that he had to say yes, too. Now Tomura wishes he’d heard no a little more often. He wishes he’d said it more often. If he had, he wouldn’t have been so fucking surprised when he asked Sensei to take the cameras out of his bedroom and bathroom and Sensei said no.

Tomura hadn’t known the cameras were there, at least not until yesterday, when Sensei mentioned that he wasn’t happy with how Tomura’s been spending his downtime. Tomura thought he was talking about the gaming. “I’m doing better,” he said. “I haven’t wrecked my monitor in months.”

Sensei waved him off. “I’m talking about the pornography,” he said, and Tomura’s stomach lurched. “The time you spend on masturbation could be better spent elsewhere.”

Tomura’s face went instantly, horribly red. It took everything he had not to bring up his hands to hide it. He wanted to be sick. He wanted to run away. He wanted to claw his neck apart until he hit bone, and Sensei wouldn’t stop looking at him. How long had Sensei been looking at him? “You saw me?”

“Of course,” Sensei said. “It’s important to be aware of all aspects of my successor’s life.”

“Not that.” Tomura said the words, but his mind was down a thousand dark corridors, thinking about what Sensei must have seen and heard and watched him do. Seen Tomura clicking through videos, looking for the right ones. Seen what Tomura thinks the right ones are. Seen Tomura squirming in his bed, his legs shaking, his hands frantic as he jerks himself off. Seen him roll over onto his face afterward, relaxed for once, feeling good for once. Imagining another pair of hands touching him, some faceless, nameless person who wants him and wants him to feel good and wants to see it —

Tomura wants that. If he wants that, what business did he have telling Sensei to stop watching him? None, probably. But he said it anyway. “I don’t want you to watch me. Stop.”

Sensei smiled at Tomura. Tomura’s skin crawled. “No,” he said, almost gently. “In order to teach you properly, I need to know everything. Once you think about it, I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Did he need to know everything? Was Tomura wrong for wanting to keep some things to himself? The question kept Tomura up at night, all night, unable to sleep or eat, unable to do anything knowing Sensei was watching it all. By morning he came around to the truth. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Sensei does need to see. But Tomura isn’t going to let him see anything more.

There are no locked doors in Sensei’s house. Tomura jams a chair beneath the door handle, drags his desk halfway in front of it for good measure, and starts taking his room apart. He doesn’t know where the cameras are, or what they look like, but he’ll destroy everything in his room before he’ll let Sensei watch him for another night.

“Tomura,” Sensei says from outside the door, and Tomura slams his fist against a bookcase so hard that his knuckles crack, “don’t you think this is a little absurd?”

Tomura doesn’t answer him. The thought of Sensei listening to him is awful, but there’s something worse about seeing, something Tomura can’t live with. Sensei’s knock at the door grows more insistent. “Let me in.”

“No.”

“Tomura.” Sensei tsks at him, almost reproving. “When have I ever said no to you?”

Tomura squeezes his eyes shut. “I don’t care what you said.”

Part of him is scared. He’s never seen Sensei get angry, but he knows it’s there somewhere, because something is always there. What’s Sensei going to do to him for saying no? It could be awful. It probably will be. But it’s not going to be worse than this. Tomura knows that for sure.

By the time Sensei gets the door open, Tomura’s room is completely bare. There’s nowhere left for a camera to hide, and as Sensei looks around, his response makes Tomura cringe. “I’m proud of you,” he says, smiling. “You’ve learned to channel your anger and embrace your true nature. I’ll have to think of a suitable reward.”

“No more cameras,” Tomura says, his voice rattling, and Sensei laughs.

It happens again, and again. Sensei replaces Tomura’s things, and Tomura destroys them again, and Sensei’s always proud of him. And when Sensei loses his fight with All Might and comes back with empty eye sockets in a ruined face, Tomura decides that there’s one thing and one thing only that he doesn’t hate All Might for.

[maxdibert]

It’s been a minute since i read the books but didn’t the Marauders used illegal spells on their victims, there’s the guy that almost died because they increased or inflated his head too much. The only difference between illegal and unforgivable that I can think is that illegal has a way to be reversed, which doesn’t make it better! The marauders still used nasty magic to bully people but the double standards and their fan’s hypocrisy are never ending

And so is their illiteracy

The whole point of SWM is to set the tone for the seven years we didn’t see. It’s not a matter of perception or Snape’s biased pov. That’s exactly what the marauders were, why their fans never stop to think that if the assault was an isolated incident then the crowd would be in shock, or Lily would be surprised by James asking-bribing her to go out with him?

I mean, as if Rowling hadn’t made it crystal fucking clear that the Marauders were bullies. And not just because of what they did to Severus —which is already bad enough— but because Remus and Sirius themselves tell Harry straight up that James used to hex people in the hallways just because he felt like it. Like it was a casual hobby or something. And then, on top of that, we have official records —not biased memories, not Snape’s “perception”— actual school records stating that Sirius and James used an illegal spell on a guy called Bertrand Aubrey. Illegal. Not “questionable,” not “borderline,” not “a cheeky prank.” Fucking illegal. And if it’s illegal, it’s because it’s dangerous as hell. But of course, since they were the golden boys, the pretty ones, the teacher’s pets, they got away with everything. Always.

And the worst part? It’s the same goddamn pattern every time: two against one. Always ganging up. Always with numbers. Always with power. They knew nothing would happen to them, that no one would hold them accountable, so they just did whatever the hell they wanted. And still, even with all that evidence, people are out here saying it’s just “Snape’s biased perspective”? Are you kidding me? So what, Filch was sharing Snape’s hallucinations? Sirius and Remus just made it all up too? The school records were forged during one of Snape’s PTSD episodes? Come on. They just can’t handle the fact that the romanticized image they built around the Marauders falls apart when you actually read the damn books.

Honestly, these people either haven’t read anything properly or they’re so used to being spoon-fed by YA novels written like the audience has the cognitive level of a toddler that they can’t handle any subtlety in storytelling. It’s the literary version of the Nolan Syndrome: unless you explain something 40 times with dramatic music and a slow zoom, they just don’t get it. They don’t know how to read between the lines, they miss the tone, they completely overlook the fact that Harry’s horror when he watches that memory is the emotional core of that entire scene. They can’t seem to grasp that Rowling chose that specific moment not because it was an outlier, but because it was the norm. That wasn’t a “bad day.” That was the usual shit Snape had to endure. It was systemic.

So no, it’s not “in Snape’s head.” It’s on the damn page. It’s in the words of the very characters you worship. It’s in the school’s official records. It’s in Harry’s reaction. It’s embedded in the very structure of the narrative. But no, they can’t accept it. It kills them to admit their faves were the aggressors. That their beloved Marauders were entitled little bastards with way too much impunity and absolutely no self-awareness. But hey, if you need gifs and bullet points to understand basic storytelling, maybe the problem isn’t Snape. Maybe you just don’t know how to read.

[prissyplastique]

about hector and how he's treated differently from fantina: i brought this up and got a LOT of pushback from the fandom (NOT from the team, to be clear) when i did. like "he's just awkward and socially maladjusted" when it's very clearly fantina levels of stalking, especially around the house. like damn, i just got trauma related to stalking, i just wanna be able to play the game without developing paranoia about my air vent

devs are aware tho, it's just complicated on their end to add a content aware. the good news is, you can do a hate route with him, use a candy from keith, and then get him back to being friends so you can realize him. but yeah, it is weird how he wasn't labeled as stalking and obsessive behavior, or for submission when sophia has a warning for domination

Anon you should speak your god damn truth. Hector is fucked up in the head! He's not a misunderstood cinnamon roll. However, I get that and I find his toxicity and insecurity very hot lmao! I'm so sorry you had to go through that, though.

And while content aware is great, it's not what I meant. What I meant was how MC was framed as in the wrong for feeding into Fantina's delusions but punished for going against Hector's from a narrative sense- but maybe I'm a dumbass and I need someone to explain why the narrative picked and choosed which delusions were good to follow and led to a positive relationship and which were Bad and caused your beloved to leave you

[sloasis]

no matter how many times i rewatch 7x04 i will always be confused over the bait and switch attempt. the episode starts w buck obvious going to t cause he has an interest but isn’t fully aware of it yet and then once eddie comes it’s obvious t has an interest not for buck but for eddie and buck is fine w t leaving until he sees its w eddie. eddie then in the whole episode is who buck is trying to get the attention of in your hanging out and it’s not with me you’re having a good time not with me chris is happy with someone else and i’m not there leading to the basketball parts, buck sees eddie and asks him to play which he ignores and takes chimney to the game which would obviously be to see eddie not tommy but the convo about who’s attention he wanted w maddie must made him freak out and think this cant be about eddie it has to be about tommy leading to the ending but still im so ??!! about that part more and the whole flow of it to what 8.11 now brought it emphasizing buck is unable to see anything that has to do with his own feelings toward eddie like no i dont like eddie im just alone or no i cant move in its not my house

Buck Bothered and Bewildered is . Genuinely so interesting because it really was just 40 minutes of Buck wanting EDDIE'S ATTENTION . It was ALL for Eddie , like sure he was maybe interesting in talking to T before because he found him cool when they all flew into the hurricane together but . That really could just be Buck's general interest about helicopters and cool rescues . He got them to where they could save Bobby and Athena , Buck could've been , projecting that gratefulness onto T before he projected all the wanting of attention onto him too . And then Eddie showed up and they dropped everything to go fly together like of COURSE Buck started freaking out about that , he was overwhelmed with jealousy and the start of his feelings over men . Eddie never ever mentioned his new friendship with T either . Of course Buck was gonna start to freak out about that and bug him about it , , be upset Chris was making this new friend too , watch him on a phone call while hoping he was gonna look over , join in on his basketball game , ram into him with his entire body , etc . Of course he was gonna do all that . He was actually freaking out and feeling like he was getting replaced and was jealous and even felt so bad after he hurt Eddie . I think he was in this very frustrated state of vulnerability that whole episode , everything got turned on it's head in Buck's world so fast and he was feeling so much with no idea how to deal with it . Until he got a knock on his door and in came TommyFuckingKinard . It's definitely similar to when Eddie was moving away like . He was feeling the horrible feeling of being left behind again but had to put a smile on his face because of course he wouldn't just . Beg and tell Eddie to stay ( for him ) , that wasn't his place . He never thought it was his place . He'd accidentally maybe a lil purposefully sabotage his sublet tours because he just . Couldn't stand to see strangers come in and want to take over / replace the one house he's always felt was truly a home . He couldn't stand that he was the only person who , had to deal with this and had to feel like another person he fucking loved was gonna leave him again .

[jekyllnvibes]

Please, be free, yap about your VotV world! About your Kel! What was his arrival to dunkeltaler like? Is your Kel based off of your playstyle? What's his relationship with his Ena? Why so many Kerfur-omegas? When the rozitals came, did he go out and get scanned by a scout? What's his favorite encounter that he's had with aliens so far? Least favorite? Most confusing?

(Free permission to yapsalot ask. Have fun!!) (Hopefully I didn't overwhelm you with questions!)

(apologies if this is the second time the ask comes through, as I encountered an error the first time I attempted to ask)

I Would Die For You Thank You-

My universe is based on my playthrough!! I also interpret a lot of the Meta aspects of the game in a very fun way that I'll get into with Kel!

My Dr. Kel is somewhat mentally prepared for the Horrors in Dunkeltaler when he arrives, and is Confident about facing them, because he's a Little Fucking Weirdo on a Very Deep Level. As a bit of background before becoming the canary, he's always been odd. He has a heavy interest in the paranormal, especially on a cosmic level (it's part of why he became an astronomer in the first place), and has had a lot of minor encounters with the paranormal in the past (he swears to this day he had an honest to god interview with Mothman on spring break in America, but really he just wrote a bunch of questions on a piece of paper and left it in the woods near one of the nuclear bunkers Mothman has been sighted at and found them all answered the next day in very bad handwriting. It definitely was Mothman.) When he gets the letter inviting him to Dunkeltaler for a six figure salary after just a few months of work, Almost STRAIGHT OUT of university he's incredibly suspicious, and decides to do a little digging on the area and it's surroundings via some paranormal hobbyist forums, and finds out that there's a Weird amount of people who've gone missing there that ASO keeps saying just. Died in accidents because they're alone in the woods handling heavy machinery and electronics with no one around to help. But also ASO never seems to hire more than one person at a time despite this... Suspicious.... As well, there's a few accounts of trespassers and people who live within about a hundred miles of the area talking about seeing weird phenomena. Lights in the forest, strange shapes in the sky. Well, Kel is a lil bit of a fucking madman with very little self preservation and a whole lot of curiosity, so he takes the position Immediately despite not trusting ASO at all with this new information in mind, because he specifically wants to get paid just to hang out in what seems to be a paranormal hot bed doing what he wants to do as a job anyways. He's already prepared for Dunkeltaler to be weird and probably dangerous, just not sure how weird and dangerous.

Additional lore for this Kel, he isn't aware of it when he arrives, (and neither is ASO or they wouldn't have sent him) but he is Mildly Anomalous. He's sensitive to the paranormal, it's why he's able to sense things in his general vicinity without seeing them or hearing them, and he's *borderline fucking indestructible on top of that.* He's had a lot of accidents that should have killed him, does things that would usually debilitate other people without even half the negative effects, he's been hit by a bus going a good 40 mph and just got up and dusted himself off with only some scrapes and sprains, stayed up for a full six days with Zero sleep running on nothing but coffee and caffeine pills and was completely coherent the entire time. As he is In Dunkeltaler, he starts to become aware of his own Anomalous Nature, and starts Abusing The Fuck Out Of It to not just Survive but Thrive there.

His relationship with Ena is great originally, they're very close, Ena graduated a little before him and starts at ASO pretty much immediately, and he gets a job with her there soon after, just lower in the chain of command/information, but once he gets the letter and does his research into Dunkeltaler, he starts being suspicious and distant with her because he doesn't trust that she's telling him everything she knows, or that she actually cares as much as she says she does. (She does care, and she DOES know more than she's letting on, but she isn't willing to risk her job with ASO, especially because she has seen Kel's indestructibility first hand and feels like if there is anyone who could be a canary without dying, it's him.)

His first few nights are spent pretty peacefully cleaning and selling the garbage for points. The first thing he bought for himself, was a coffee maker and 7 bags of coffee, so that he wouldn't need to sleep as often and could spend more time exploring and decoding the mysteries of Dunkeltaler. The second thing he bought was Kerfur Red, who he named Rascal.

Without like, writing a whole chronological timeline, Kel finds out after a handful of events that he's not just sort of weird and hardy, he's straight up some kind of Anomalous Freak, because he has Full Memory of other timelines where he's died, can sense other anomalies pretty easily, and also... Now that he does know that, he starts experimenting with how much he can do On Purpose. Every instance of the game crashing because Kel is somewhere he can't escape (the red fern dimension, the dark maze when clipping into the map, etc.) is Kel Himself just. Resetting the timeline. Though he finds that whatever Anomalous part of himself is capable of this is only capable of doing so with the help of whatever the hell is going on in Dunkeltaler too, because he can't access anything before having arrived there. Every instance of the game crashing because he's encountered an entity or event that does so however, is because that entity did it to him, and he's always pissed about it because he was "BUSY YOU FUCK- DAMMIT I JUST SENT OFF MY REPORT FOR THE DAY!" He can't lock in hard enough to do so when he's freaked out and anxious though, which is where Meta Paranoia comes in. Eventually he figures out how to exist and communicate with himself in concurrent timelines, and learns that the mailbox outside Alpha seems to exist Outside of time and space, because "of Course it fucking does, nothing in this forest is ever fucking normal- Myself included, whatever fine, cool, we can use this-" and then decides to use it to gain access to normally limited resources. Specifically, *Omega Kerfur Parts.* He tells himself he does this for the extra robotic protection, and to have multiple Kerfurs out running jobs at the same time for Extreme Efficiency, and that's true but... He's also just lonely still. Rascal and the Arirals make good company, but the Arirals aren't usually direct in communication or hanging out with him, and Rascal is out gathering hash codes, fixing transformers, and fixing servers a lot. It would be nice to have the extra bodies around. (Sidenote, after a few months in Dunkeltaler and spending time with his Kerfur's with borderline no direct communication with anyone else except through emails and the Arirals being Weird but Funny, he just says fuck it and asks to marry all of his Kerfurs, they are canonically a very weird little polycule.)

As for his encounters with the Not So Locals, his favorite interaction he's ever had is waking up to the Arirals having fed him yogurt in his sleep while staying in the treehouse. He thought it was really fucking weird, but also very funny and he THINKS it's their way of saying they Like Him A Whole Lot despite still shoving him down and stealing his food regularly. His least favorite is the first time he actually Noticed the greys flying over his base, because they dropped a corpse in the parking lot which Fucking Exploded on impact, which was both horrifying and disgusting, and he's pretty sure was a declaration of war considering they started sending the weird bio-weapons pretty soon after.

He let the Rozital scouts scan him, but was very upset and surprised when they tried to Kill Him afterwards. He's pretty sure it's because he is an anomaly, and the scouts seem to be very defensive (or maybe something else?? Maybe they consider him a *resource* to be harvested... He tries not to dwell on that because it freaks him out and avoids direct contact with the Rozitals afterwards regardless, using Whisker to observe them instead at the hole later on,) towards anomalous entities within Dunkeltaler. He has a generally good opinion of the Rozitals despite this, as they've been pretty neutral to him otherwise, and he appreciated the giant warning hologram before whatever went on with the Yellow Wisps happened, though he's also at least 80% sure the wisps were there because of them in the first place, and he wasn't happy having to reorganize and clean everything when the impact ruined all of his hard work to clean up everything.

Some extra little bits of trivia I wanna share:

-Kel has a large indoor garden in the second floor hallway because he thought it looked like a greenhouse anyways and got tired of Buying Food all of the time.

-He likes fishing in his very large amount of free time.

-He built his Kerfur Polycule in this order: Rascal, Butter, Pico, and Whisker.

-Rascal collects reports, only responds it/it's pronouns, and is easily agitated.

-Butter fixes Transformers and responds only to She/Her pronouns. She Gets Stuck the most out of all of the Kerfurs.

-Pico fixes Servers, seems to primarily prefer He/Him pronouns but will also occasionally refuse to respond unless Kel switches to using They/Them, and gets the most excited for pats and snuggles.

-Whisker is for scouting and observation, does not seem to care what pronouns Kel refers to them with, and gets themself into the most trouble. They have been taken by the vore event twice (though Kel (me,) can't remember if those both occurred in the Same iteration of their primary timeline or not,) and has been dismantled by entities more than any of the other Kerfurs.

-Kel keeps a bin full of extra food in the basement which he only uses to attract and catch roaches, because those on top of fish, are his only reliably renewable source of protein which don't cost points

-He gets excited about The Meat Rain because it's free meat, but the first time he encountered the Mysterious Meat was when Rascal was still on wheels and became possessed just to lead him to it in the woods, and it freaked him out really hard. Nothing in Dunkeltaler scares him anymore based on just it's existence though. Has to be a full threat to him bodily to make him anxious at this point.

-Kel is aware something is in the meat locker, but keeps trying to break into it anyways, because it's very unlikely any worse than anything else he's encountered, he wants to catalogue it, and he's jealous that it has access to racks of ribs and he does not.

-Kel sleeps in the bed with all four of his robot spouses, and it is never comfortable, but it does make him feel less paranoid and he likes the affection.

-Kel thinks Furfur is kinda hot and summoned him on purpose just to ogle him for a while.

Edit: YALL HELP I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD BUY KERFUR OMEGA PARTS AFTER BUILDING ONE ONCE

[linalooneyhatter]

Chef Luca x Reader

A/N: Just a luca x reader blurb. Hope you like itt

Genre: Fluff, tad of angst

Summary: After a fight with your abusive partner leaves you stranded on a rainy street with nowhere to go, you find unexpected warmth behind the quiet kitchen doors of a small restaurant—where Luca, still closing down for the night, sees you. He offers tea, food, and a quiet place to rest. You accept. Just for the night. But in the soft hush of chamomile steam and dumb cooking shows, a stranger’s kindness starts to feel dangerously close to safety.

Luca was alone in the kitchen again.

He'd noticed the faulty gas burner all day—it had been driving him crazy. That faint hiss—so soft most wouldn't hear it—had gnawed at his ear like a bad note out of tune. Subtle. Irregular. Off.

The last clatter of a pan echoed off the tile as the door swung shut behind the final cook. Luca stood in the now-quiet kitchen, breathing in the silence like it was steam rising from a simmering pot.

He wiped his hands on a towel, paused, and glanced toward the back burner on the far range.

He crouched beside it, fingers ghosting over the knobs, eyes narrowing. Gas. Not enough for a crisis—but enough to be wrong. Enough that, left until morning, it might be more than just a headache.

Luca exhaled through his nose, stood, and started shutting down the line again—this time for real. He didn't mind staying late. Better safe than—

Thud.

He stopped cold. A car door had slammed. Hard.

Across the street, a black car idled, headlights still on. A girl—you—stumbled out after being seemingly pushed, a bag flung after you and some of your other belongings were thrown after you to your face. You barely had time to turn before the car peeled away, tires screeching, tail lights vanishing into the wet dark.

"I hate you, Jonathan! I don't want to see you ever again—get fucked!" you yelled after him, voice raw with fury.

Luca didn't move.

He watched as you stood there, breathing hard. You didn't cry. You scoffed—bitter, tired—and muttered something under your breath as you dropped to your knees, gathering your things from the pavement like a book, a cracked phone, a hand-fan you tried to shove into a torn bag with trembling hands.

You turned, glancing at your surroundings, and your eyes landed on the small restaurant behind you. Through the steamed-up window, you could make out a broad-shouldered guy in chef whites, methodically closing down the line.

Your stomach twisted—not just from hunger. Shame hit you all at once, hot and prickling. You dropped your gaze to the pavement, suddenly hyper-aware of your cracked phone and the sweater now half-dragging in a puddle.

You hoped he hadn't seen. But of course he had.

The door clicked open behind you. Soft, not sharp. Like someone who knew how to move without startling.

"Hey," a voice called out—low, careful.

You looked up.

The chef—Luca—was standing in the doorway, dish towel still slung over one shoulder, brow furrowed like he wasn't sure if he should say something else or let it hang.

"I—uh. You alright?" he asked.

You bit your lip, fumbling with your belongings as they slipped from your grasp again. "Um, can't really say that I—oh, shit."

"Here, don't worry," Luca said, stepping forward to help gather your things.

His hands were steady, sure, but not rushed. You met his eyes for a brief second—surprised by the kindness—and nodded silently.

When the last item was in your hands, he gestured toward the warm glow inside the restaurant. "Come inside. It's late, and I'm pretty sure your stomach's been rumbling for a while."

You hesitated, the cold night pressing against your skin, but the quiet invitation in his voice pulled you forward.

Luca handed you the last of your things, his eyes soft but curious. "You don't seem like you're from around here," he said quietly, glancing at the street.

You shrugged, a bitter smile tugging at your lips. "Not exactly. Just passing through..."

He nodded slowly, sensing there was more you weren't saying. "Trouble back home?"

You hesitated, then looked away toward the wet pavement. "Something like that."

"He doesn't seem very nice, does he?"

"He's an abusive asshole, I've had it with him, I'm not going back there...Even if I knew how"- you said looking at the unfamiliar road 

"Don't you have somewhere else to go?"- he asked peeking at your eyes from your bangs as you kept your head down. You only shook your head in response fighting back the urge to just breakdown right then and there.

The silence hung between you for a moment—comfortable, but charged. Your stomach growls interrupted it though.

"Alright. You're coming inside. I'll get you something warm, and we'll figure out where you can stay tonight." He turned toward the kitchen. "I was just about to make some tea, anyway."

You glanced at him, then back at the restaurant, weighing your options.

---

Inside, the air was warmer than you expected—thick with the scent of lemon zest, garlic, and something roasted earlier in the evening. The overhead lights buzzed faintly, but most of them were off. Only the low amber glow above the prep station lit the room, like a halo in an empty chapel.

Luca didn't say anything right away. He just walked toward the back, hands tucked into his apron as if debating whether to offer you food or space first.

You hovered near the door, unsure. Out of place. Then he motioned gently to a stool by the counter.

"Sit."

You listened and made yourself comfortable.  

"Sorry about the scene."

"Not your fault," Luca said simply. Then, "Chamomile?"

You blinked. "Yeah. Chamomile's great."

He worked quietly, setting a mug down in front of you. No fanfare. Just warmth in ceramic, and a silence that didn't demand to be filled.

"I don't really know this part of town," you admitted softly, both hands around the mug. "I just moved here. For... someone. Thought things would be different."

Luca's hands paused over a dish towel. "But they weren't."

You shook your head, lips pressing together. "He got worse. And I let it. For a while."

"You left," he said, like a simple truth. "That matters."

The tea was hot, but you sipped it anyway, letting it burn a little down your throat. It made the ache in your chest feel more manageable.

He leaned back against the counter across from you, arms crossed. Watching, not judging.

The tea's warmth pooled in your chest as the silence stretched. But it wasn't awkward—just... careful. Like neither of you wanted to break whatever fragile stillness had settled.

Luca moved again, this time heading to the fridge. "You eaten anything today?"

You hesitated. "Does half a granola bar count?"

He gave a quiet huff—somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. "Sit tight."

You watched as he pulled out a container, popped the lid, and began heating something on the stovetop. Every motion was practiced, easy. But not careless. You guessed he wasn't used to people watching him work at this hour, especially not strangers.

"I didn't catch your name," he said, not looking up.

"...Y/N."

He nodded once. "I'm Luca."

There was a beat before you spoke again. "You always feed random women crying on your sidewalk?"

He glanced at you then, a flicker of a smile in his eyes. "Only the ones who yell at speeding cars."

You chuckled softly—surprised by how good it felt to laugh, even just a little.

He plated a bowl of pasta and set it in front of you, followed by a chunk of crusty bread and a tiny pat of butter shaped like a flower. It felt oddly ceremonial. Kind, even.

"I should pay you," you said automatically, reaching for your bag, already knowing you'd find nothing useful in it.

Luca shook his head. "Don't insult me."

You blinked.

"Real cooks don't let people leave hungry," he added, softer now. "Especially when they've had a shit night."

You stared down at the plate, throat tightening. "Thank you."

He didn't answer—just leaned on the counter beside you, sipping his own tea now, eyes on the dark street beyond the window.

After a while, you spoke again. "I don't really know what I'm gonna do."

"You don't have to figure it all out tonight."

"But I should." You wrapped your hands tighter around your mug. "I have no one else to blame for this but me."

He glanced at you, head tilted. "Nah. You just stayed longer than you should've. That doesn't make you the villain."

His words settled in your chest like a balm. Not a fix, but something close to understanding.

You finally looked up at him. "You always this... decent?"

Luca smirked faintly. "Nope. I just like quiet people who don't waste good tea."

You smiled, barely, and looked down again. The food helped—the silence helped more. But now that the adrenaline had faded, you were left with exhaustion. A deep, aching kind. Bone-tired and raw.

Luca noticed.

"You look wiped," he said gently, pushing off the counter. 

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. "I was gonna figure some place to crash out. I just-"

He nodded slowly, like he already knew that would be your answer. He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating, then offered, "I'm not saying it's fancy or anything, but—if you want—my place isn't far. Couch is clean. Safe. I'll even let you pick what we watch."

Your head tilted, searching his face. "You sure?"

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't offer." His voice was quiet. Not pushy. Just steady. "No pressure. Just figured it's better than wandering around at midnight with no plan."

You didn't answer right away. But the thought of walking back into that cold night, of sitting alone at some bus stop pretending to be okay—it made your chest tighten.

"...Okay," you whispered. "Just for tonight."

He nodded once, like a pact had been made.

"I'll lock up," he said, tossing the dish towel on the counter. "You finish your tea."

---

The cab ride over was quiet, but not awkward. You watched the city blur past, forehead leaning gently against the cool window. Streetlights painted gold lines across your skin. Luca didn’t fill the silence with small talk. He just sat beside you, elbows on knees, eyes focused out the opposite window like he was giving you room to breathe.

His place was tucked on the second floor of a narrow building above a tailor’s shop—modest but solid. The hallway smelled like wood polish and old books, and the moment the door opened, you were hit with something that wasn’t just comfort—it was lived-in.

Warm tones. Stacks of cookbooks. A few pans hanging neatly. Worn-in couch. A single lamp on, casting soft shadows on the walls. It didn’t feel like a bachelor’s place. It felt like someone cared about how it felt to come home.

“You can sit, make yourself at home” Luca said, kicking off his boots and setting down your things by the door.

You nodded, toeing off your shoes carefully. He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, came back with a soft throw blanket and set it down on the couch before heading to the bookshelf.

“You ever watch dumb cooking shows when you’re sad?” he asked, holding up a remote.

“Sometimes,” you said, managing a smile. “They make me angry. In a good way.”

“Perfect.” He flipped to one with dramatic cuts, ridiculous editing, and chefs screaming about risottos. “This one’s extra terrible.”

About twenty minutes in, you exhaled—one of those long breaths that feels like it leaves something behind. You leaned your head gently against the couch cushion, eyes heavy.

“I didn’t mean to fall apart on a stranger tonight,” you said softly.

Luca didn’t look at you when he answered.

“You didn’t fall apart. You held it together longer than most would.”

A pause.

Then—his voice even softer—“And I’m not a stranger anymore, right?”

You didn’t respond. Just nodded slowly. Then, finally, let yourself rest.

Later that night, after he offered you a warm hoodie and a pair of too-big sweatpants that somehow felt comforting anyway, the two of you ended up on the couch.

Neither of you said much. Luca had flicked through a few titles on the screen, his thumb hovering over the remote like he wasn’t really watching—just giving you space to say if you were too tired, too wired, or just wanted silence.

“Something light,” you murmured, curled up on the far end of the couch. “I don’t think I can handle anything too dramatic.”

He gave a faint huff of agreement. “Yeah. Me neither.”

He landed on some easy background show. It was quiet, just enough dialogue to fill the room but not enough to ask anything of either of you. A sitcom, maybe, with dim lighting from the screen flickering across his cheekbones.

You pulled your knees up under the blanket. He stayed on his side, one arm propped behind his head, the other resting on the arm of the couch. Close, but not quite touching.

But the quiet? It didn’t feel awkward.

It felt like a breath.

There was something about Luca—something in the way he didn’t stare, didn’t push, didn’t fill silence with questions. It made it easy to exhale.

At some point, you shifted closer. Just enough that your shoulder brushed his upper arm. He didn’t move. Just tilted his head slightly, a flicker of attention drifting toward you—but no words. No pressure.

The blanket slipped a little from your shoulder and he caught it without looking, tucking it back into place.

Your head tilted. The warmth of his body, the quiet rhythm of his breathing, the way his arm stayed relaxed beneath you—it all made it harder to keep your eyes open.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep.

But Luca didn’t move when your head slipped against his shoulder. If anything, he adjusted slightly—just enough so you could rest more comfortably. He reached for the remote, lowered the volume. Then let it play.

Outside, the city moved on without you.

Inside, there was just this quiet moment—shared space, soft light, the faint scent of tea and laundry soap, and the warmth of someone who didn’t ask anything of you but made room anyway.

And Luca, staring at the screen, trying not to notice the way his pulse ticked a little faster under your weight.

[vegetatales]

I think it's a number things, there is an element of needing to shatter the glass to break what's reflected on it but that I feel is mostly involuntary

Cause that would require a certain level of self awareness that Kremy is just not of the frame of mind currently to be able to unpack.

So it's more "there's something about this guy's groveling at my feet that pisses me off something fierce and I'm gonna kick him for it while he's down there." Cause that's easier to do than to do introspection over why that is and Kremy will always go the easy route.

Another thing is that he uses this as an opportunity to further perpetuate the image he is trying to curate of himself, which has been very much molded in a cheap faux facsimile of Remy Garou. I need to be the mean, cold-blooded leader who lavishes praise on my favorites and leaves the rest wanting for a single good word thrown their way because that's what he had to do. When he was good with Garou, he was made to feel like he was on top of the world. When he fucked up tho, it's like he doesn't even exist.

How much it must have stung when Garou didn't answer his many correspondences only to be told he owes him a ton of money through a letter. A god damn letter given secondhand. Not even delivered to him directly by the man himself. All that prior work to earn his favor just to be thrown back to the bottom.

Now, this part is admittedly big wishful thinking on my end, but I wonder if, on some level, Kremy is purposefully pushing Torbek to break the role of groveling subservience. He wants Torbek to stop following his coat tails because he's not leading him to anywhere good. So he pushes and pushes and pulls to break Torbek's spine back into place so he can stand at his full height.

It's still shitty and he's still taking advantage of how much he can take from Torbek before he catches wise. It's not done in good faith by any means, but by the Baron, if he can get one person to stop following him in circles, maybe he can count himself as not all bad.

Kremy refusing to acknowledge that Torbek's crush and idolization of him isn't much different to how he acts with Mr. Garou

[batwynn]

as a trans person i am beyond disgusted by tumblr's actions and i honestly want to bail out of this hellsite (and i'm not even calling it that affectionately). but twitter is run by conservatives and elon musk, facebook is full of bigoted boomers, instagram is all ads and tiktok is government spyware. i just don't know any safe social media anymore where i can post pictures and art that doesn't either get flagged, harassed or sold to AI.

They sure do love making us desperate for safe spaces to exist and have a community so that they can slide in some of the worse policies and hope that we just let it go instead of being forced to become more and more isolated. I’m sure that’s fine, right? And nothing horrific happens to people in isolation, right?

[backpackingspace]

Odysseus: demanding Athena take off whatever enchantment she put on him the second the situation ends.

Odysseus: who constantly reminds Athena that he has great plans to grow old and die with his wife so don't even think about getting any ideas.

Odysseus: side eye diomedes who has started fucking glowing he has so many enchantments on him: bro you should talk to Athena about getting those removed. You're going to end up immortal or some shit

Diomedes: who has been a solider since he was 5 who has intersting thoughts about his own personhood who has a much more traditional relationship with Athena and would rather literally stab his own eye out with a rusted sword than speak out of turn: I don't know what you're talking about

[sideaccforsidin]

Gonna write up a long think piece about this but, I don't really...believe Issac? Particularly on the stance of "Oh I didn't want Reitanna to kill herself!" I'm going on an alt for this because I'm honestly really scared of Issac trying to look into my main acc, but I have in the past been involved in the Reitanna seishin hate-train (going all the way back to 2020 or whenever the original stuff was going down with Mandi, Hotbox etc.) I was involved in the server, and originally on Reitanna's side before switching my stance over to the "Antis" team because of them seeming """cooler""" at the time and having more hard evidence on Reitanna being a bad person [For context, I was 15-16, highly gullible and didn't put forth my own thought into wanting to make an opinion about the situation] I've had my fair share of conversations with Issac via dms, server vcs, etc. This has been through multiple times he has rebranded his channel, left it, came back, talked about Reitanna, some incident happens, he leaves, rinse repeat. This happens often, and I'm sure eventually he will cleanse his channel once more, disappear for a bit only to return when Reitanna mentions his name in one of her mental breakdown vlogs. Basically what I'm getting at is I KNOW how Issac is really, and honestly I think he is equally vindictive and petty as Reitanna. They are both obsessed with one another-- and Issac will swear up and down they are not, but it's quite apparent they can't just *leave her alone*. And I know Issac will make up every excuse under the sun why they wont stop making videos about her, which is why I'll just give a rundown on why each of those reasons are utter bullshit. "She won't stop bringing me up and slandering me!" Reitanna has been doing this for literal years, she isn't going to stop if you make more videos about her, as seen. If anything it's just a stupid cycle. Furthermore, Reitanna is averaging around 300 views per video-- who CARES what she has to say about you? Reitanna isn't fucking Kim Kardashian, she's another internet micro-influencer that there are thousands of. She has NO influence on your public image Issac-- atleast to the point where it even feasibly matters. At this point reduced to a lolcow-- and on top of that doesn't even post stories anymore, her channel is literally just a vent diary about her life being awful after her suicide attempt. Her audience is probably 5 active people that actually care about her, and I doubt many of them are going to personally hunt down Issac in mass. If anything-- Issac and co are the ones who are more likely to go to HER channel and spam comments under her post than vice versa because he actually is bringing in views to his streams which guess what, REVOLVE AROUND *HER*. "I'm bringing awareness!"

About... what? To whom? Literally who cares about Reitanna? Once again she's averaging 300 views on her content and you are getting thousands of views on your streams making a lolcow out of her. It's redunant and isn't ACTUALLY doing anything? If you think Reitanna is truly a pedophile (which I don't think she is lol); why not call the cops on her? I hear about the stories of Reitanna's 14 year old BF coming forwards (which.... I think is entirely bullshit btw, anyone could easily fabricate that story because Reitanna literally put so much of her life online and the chances of some random dude Reitanna dating in the early 2000s in high school finding her hyper-niche youtube and Issac's even more hyper-niche youtube and writing to him about it is laughable.) Issac has been on and off speaking about this lady for *5 YEARS* at this point. I as stated before was 15-16 when this started, and I'm almost 20-- I do not care about this situation or Reitanna and the only reason I've looked into this was because I happened to still be subbed to Issac and saw them continuing to post about this lady. It's genuinely disturbing to me that they are pushing 30 and still going at it with an obviously mentally unstable woman and finding laughs in that. This is why I circle back to my main point about not believing Issac didn't know what Reitanna would do if he entered her stream, because entirely Issac did know Reitanna would give him *some* reaction, which is what he wants. I even remember in one of the old vcs back in Mandi's friend group Issac saying he believed Reitanna would eventually kill herself, and while that is already pretty disturbing, it shows that he knows her mental state. [I have no proof of this since its happened years ago and in voice chat and I'm sure Issac will probably try to refute that aswell so believe me or not lol.] He spends literal hours on stream talking about her, muffins, or some other shit revolving this lady and...for what? He knows she hates him, wont stop talking about him-- so whats the point in even talking about her? Well the point is possibly a few things. If you ask me its because it keeps his channel relevant because thats what most of his views are coming from. Additionally as I said, Issac is fully as vindictive, angry petty, and obsessed as Reitanna (just look at his tumblr, he obviously has some demons that need to be addressed in therapy and even has said he has anger management issues), and I think there is some weird joy he gets out of talking about and laughing at her. I'm sure he will reply to this and detest that point, but I find it EXTREMLY hard to believe its anything but that. And to clarify-- I don't even fucking like Reitanna, she's incredibly unstable and shouldn't even be on the internet but Issac is similarly incredibly unstable and shouldn't be on the internet either but is better at masking it because he's not breaking down on live streams.

Really this entire situation is honestly very disturbing from all sides, and I truly don't see it ending because Issac refuses to let go of Reitanna because at the end of the day he does enjoy talking about her and laughing at her mental illness because his fans enable it and do the same. Que either him replying to this, his partner replying to this, or being on stream and people trying to justify his obsession with this 30 year old woman who left the internet.

Clearing up some misinfo and misconceptions

After talking with Vlad and Isaac, I feel like I have a more nuanced understanding of everything now.

First off, I want to say this clearly: Isaac is not evil. He’s made some bad or impulsive choices out of anger—but so has Reitanna. Both of them are human. No matter which “side” anyone’s on, we should all be able to acknowledge that and offer the kind of empathy and patience we’d give anyone else. If I’d approached things that way from the beginning, a lot of the posts on this blog probably would’ve looked very different. That’s on me, and this is me saying that with my whole chest; I was wrong to behave like that no matter how I felt about the situation.

I also want to give Isaac and Vlad credit—they took my perspective and criticisms seriously. They actually listened, and we had a genuinely productive and thoughtful conversation because of it. Mad respect for that.

Second: After hearing their side of the situation, I no longer believe Isaac intentionally caused Reitanna’s suicide attempt on June 8th. By the time he joined the stream, her fans had helped calm her down a bit, so it wasn’t immediately clear she was unstable. What he said was definitely in poor taste, but I don’t believe it was done with the intent to push her into harm. Both he and Vlad have assured me that nothing like that will happen again. I understand how bad it looked from the outside—because it did—but after hearing the full story, I can see how it unfolded the way it did.

Third: Yes, someone came forward to Isaac claiming to be Reitanna’s ex. That actually DID happen, and Isaac did not make it up. But after reading the testimony Isaac shared with me, I personally don’t believe this person is who they claimed to be. Everything they said could have easily been pulled from public info by someone already familiar with Reitanna’s content. There was nothing in them that to me personally lent any credibility to this person being the ex.

That said, this is not Isaac’s fault. And I won’t tolerate people attacking him for believing someone who claimed to be a victim. if it weren't for things like the Kwite situation and the Alex Kister situation, I probably would've believed this person at face value too.

Fourth: Cake Layers 2025 is not a Muffins ripoff. Aside from both falling into the grimdark niche, they’re not actually similar at all. I won’t say much more—you’ll see what I mean when it drops. :3

And finally—and maybe most importantly—people need to actually talk to each other politely and in good faith. I think so much of this could’ve been avoided if we’d all been willing to communicate openly and respectfully from the beginning. I’m including myself in that. I didn’t do that at first, and I regret it.

If you're gonna comment here I expect you to be respectful to both parties. We can criticize without being assholes. We're all human and we all do things that are shitty or hurt others.

[cankersoregirl]

I was afraid I’d lose him. So I got there late. And… as I entered, I saw him about to take pictures by himself. The first thing that I felt was… I wanted to hug him. No matter how bad I was to him, he’s still there for me. Every time that I’ve fallen or torn apart, he always runs up to me. He’ll come running and hug me. The same goes for this time, where he shows up. Am I happy? I’m really delighted. I really am. I’d like to thank Save for always being by my side till this very day.

DMD Friendship the Reality: It Takes Two EP. 5

[epickiya722]

I know what these last few chapters have taught me about BNHA...

Blocking people is useful! 😐

[electroniccollectiondonut]

I have not been in this fandom long enough to reasonably judge others' takes however. "EPIC fans are so silly to characterize odysseus as feeling guilty for his actions don't you know he's a war criminal" is definitely a wild one. like first of all to each their own so settle down and let people enjoy things ok. and secondly making choices with a bad outcome, even knowingly and deliberately, does not exclude the possibility of feeling bad about it later. in fact it makes for a much more in depth character because then you get to explore what he does or doesn't feel guilt over, and why, and if that guilt ever edges into regret or not.