I Cannot Relate To People Who Dislike Female Characters For “being Manipulative.” She’s Literally

Heavy In Your Arms

I can't stop with the zolu sacrilegious imagery.

I listened to Florence + The Machine the entire time making this, hence the title.

My friend making their fursona:

Yeah I was thinking of just calling him dog, ya know? It’s cute and funny and it matches his silly little face and paws 🤗

Me:

They will be called The False Prophet for they are a fallen angel that has been banished into damnation for deceiving god and not trusting his wishes. I will dress in sacrilegious attire with horns and a torn back to showcase where my wings had been ripped.

I hate being the token gay, because my existence is always one that’s celebrated through homophobia.

“You don’t look gay”

“You’re not like other gay people I’ve met”

“You seem normal”

First off, I dress like an ai rendering of a twink and a butch lesbian mashed together, bound with non-binaryness, BC I AM.

And I’m not your starter gay, your token gay, your “cool” gay, I’m just fucking gay.

I’m a lesbian, the big homo, shirtless men make me sad, I frequently yearn over women, I describe my gender as lesbian or just N/A.

Just because YOU🫵, a clueless cishet, couldn’t clock me despite the mullet, baggy clothes and excessive amount of necklaces, (I don’t mean to stereotype but I dress every morning with the intent of letting the world know men aren’t for me) doesn’t mean I’m a palpable gay.

People see me with my cane and compare me to Viktor when they really should be comparing me to House.

I’m just as insufferable and even more mentally ill

And unlike Viktor, I don’t regret my attempts of ascending into godhood, I actually embrace my grandiose thoughts and ideas with open arms.

And more than that— the homoerotic relationship I have with my rival/partner will NEVER be gentle nor healthy

Rebloging to remind myself I’m not alone

you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

Arcane has had me thinking about this dynamic of what I'd call "found siblings" or something like that.

The trope of "like brothers" or "like sisters" I feel is often translated wrong, or ends up becoming more romantic than inteneded is what I think is the neglect of the tie that makes siblings, siblings.

siblings are tied together by a large, fundamental simualrity that forever will tie them together, regardless of what life brigns them. Sharing the same parents intertwines two indivudals, as well as growing up in the same home, regardless of if you are related or not. This tie is a shared expeircne that shapes a persons deveolpmental years.

Also, what always makes me laugh a bit when I hear the line "they're like my brother/sister" or "We're like siblings" is the fact that most of the time, they NEVER act like siblings.

If you want to have to characters have this "found sibling" relationship, they need to be able to express anger, frustration, and a childish annoyance at the other. Siblings know that regarldess of how much they can be angry and hold a form of hatred for the other, at the end of the day, that person has been in their life so long that there are some things that that person will only understand. It's being close because this person knows too much about you, it's sometimes a resigned love. It's not talking to this person for weeks or months but still knowing every intimate and embarassing detail about how this person's tween years.

Now, I'm speaking from a biased standpoint, I'm not close with my sibling in the way in which we talk with one another every day and are best pals or something. But, they're someone I can call at the end of the day when I need help. We won't talk for a month but if I'm stuck in the ER again because of my chronic health condtion, they'll hang out with me the entire time just so i don't feel lonely.

To write characters that percive one another as siblings, they need to be characters that will always help the other out at the end of the day. They can hate one another, but still come when called. They argue, maybe they don't see each other for months because life just got in the way, but when they see one another, they go back to bickering like six year olds. Sibling dynamics are held together by the fact that they know far too much about each other to stop being friends without it being a liability.

Overall, I feel like what creates a great sibling dynamic is the resigned love both characters hold for eachother. It's an eyeroll and a sigh while reaching out a helping hand. It's disagreeing with all of their choices, but reluctantly saying yes to helping them anyway because at the end of the day, you know them too well, you've seen them at their worst and walking away just isn't an option.



I’m simple, I listen to a song about non-sexual intimacy and I think of zolu yearnings

This is my contribution to society

I’m writing more Zolu and if you’re wondering what the vibe is lemme give y’all a sneak peak at my thought process:

I was listening to Roadkill by Searows and looked over to see some of the dead flowers I’ve preserved and I thought “hmm, I feel like Luffy loves others in the same selfish manner in which we preserve flowers: he loves them too much to ever part with them and even in death he would still find beauty and use in their shape.” Also very inspired by a painting I’m making about a crow eating another dead crow on the side of the road (because is there any other greater act of love and mercy one can show on another in a cruel, mangling death by still giving them one last purpose in life?)

So yeah, luffy Pov all abt his view of death, love, devotion, and Zoro

Long hair zoro to insta request

This hurt (in a good way)

siblings doomed by the narrative