Sorry for the lack of stories... the voices in my head keep doing a fun thing where the story is going great and we are all in agreement, then they stop talking and the story just all of a sudden falls apart. I have ten stories that I'm working on, but I'm getting nowhere fast. 馃槫
i love horrortale so much i wish there were more than approximately 3 people on earth including myself excluding sourapplestudios who had good opinions on the au
the parallels between Fontaine and the khaneriahns is making me SICK. I'm going to be posting about it so much in the days to come, after I reread the archon quest in it's entirety.
Sae Niijima is such a good character it drives me insane a little. She's not a mother nor a maternal or doting older sister but instead a twenty four year old who was thrown into a position of responsibility that she never asked for. She loves Makoto just as much as she resents her and its so apparent every time they talk up until November. "Are you studying?" (I want you to do well) (I need you to get a job and stop making my life harder) "I'll use any method necessary to get this promotion" (Life will be easier for us) (So stop distracting me with your problems) "Focus on your future" (I know that you're capable) (I can't afford to waste my time on you, so stop wasting time on others)
Makoto is not only the sole reason she pushes as hard as she does for a promotion, for success, and the reason that she loses herself in her animosity over her fathers death, but also someone she can't stand for so long. Makoto was 14-15 when their father died. Sae was 21. As soon as she got the career she wanted and things started to look up, her stability was robbed from her and she was disillusioned with the system that her father had taught her to rely on and completely adhere to. How do you manage, the daughter of a cop, following his footsteps towards law enforcement, when you're suddenly reminded of how unfair it is? You can't quit, your little sister relies on you and she's so young and struggling just as badly with this grief. So you pick yourself up and you get moving again. You push harder, press further. You abandon your morals and your ethics because punishing criminals (guilty or not) is almost like punishing the man who killed your father.
And the whole time she's fighting for promotions, going for drinks with the SIU Director to make herself more favourable for promotions, trying to navigate being a woman in a competitive, suffocating, male-dominated field, falling behind despite doing so much where others are promoted for doing so little - all the while your little sister comes back from school and her biggest issues are so small compared to yours.
Persona 5 revolves so heavily around grief and loss and change and Sae embodies all of that so well, all of the sharp and unpleasant and jagged parts of grief.
found out today that Weird Al was almost Lucifer's VA and promptly lost my mind. Hell's Greatest Dad was almost a polka and im so upset about the fact that i can genuinely still HEAR the polka inspiration in it
no one knows how much it hurts when a little thing dies. when a bug runs its fate is already decided. what made him know he could get away with hurting me? he made me small enough to forget i was ever a person. i forgot and forgot under his boot.
ppl keep suggesting to ask for an itemized bill after a hospital visit but idk if y'all realize a lot of hospitals will straight up just list that the Ibuprofen they gave you will cost $200 per pill with a straight face and refuse to budge
No GURATHIN I was NOT punished by the company after 57 people died punishment is a stupid human thing. I was just forced into a coma like state for undisclosed amounts of time that typically involves dreams that aren't possible to wake up from and occasionally brought back to consciousness to run the fitness gram pacer test and other things after they purge not just the memory of the event happening but also anything and everything before that period of time. except my brain kinda remembers things happened but those memories are like ghosts that fade in and out against my will. It's whatever.