Narratively speaking, having Gerry be goth makes so much sense. Individualism, self expression, going against the accepted norms. Most importantly, the acceptance and appreciation of the dark, mystical, and the scary. Having Gerry be the sort of person who not only accepts the existence of the Fears, but who finds beauty in them.
This leads, of course, to how did Gerry become so identifiably goth? Did Gerry stumble upon it as a child and, once learning about the idea of finding beauty in pain, relate it to his own life, so full of fears and hurt? Did he find it and find it hard at first to find beauty in it all? Did he initially reject goth culture? Or did he fling himself into it, having found a word for something he’s always felt, a word that connects him to others who feel the same? And which came first: his alignment with goth ideas or his love for goth aesthetics and music? Were goth music and clothing the first things that Gerry found beautiful, so he decided to investigate and find that it fits him? Or did he find goth as a way to describe his habit of loving the things other people feared, and later used goth fashion to express those ideas and find a sense of community?
Gerry using goth culture, both the connectedness and the ideology, as an anchor and coping mechanism against the fears. Gerry having always found beauty in scary things because it was the only place he could look for beauty, so he found it. Or Gerry forcing himself to learn to find it beautiful, because he knows that if he can’t find the beauty in the fear, he’ll never be able to experience beauty at all. Gerry spending time at goth clubs and shops as an escape from everything. Gerry using goth culture to have an identity of his own, one his mother couldn’t control.
All of this, and his actions, lends itself to the idea that he’s not someone the fears can truly claim. Sure, he might be aligned with the Beholding, he might feed the fears and be fed by them to some extent, but he is not beholden to any of them the way we see other avatars being connected to their fears. Gerry is not the sort of person that any of the fears could ever fully own, not when he finds beauty in place of fear.
Just. Gerry being goth is brilliant because it’s something that most people would recognize and it’s something that grants a fairly deep insight into the character and it fits him so well.
[this is not to say that all goths feel this way or anything like that. This is a character analysis that dives into something that was probably meant as a mostly superficial description, but really does fit the character very well on a deeper level]
[I do, however, think that if you’re goth you’re much more resistant to the fears than the average person]
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heyo!! i thought I sent this in already, but I guess not o.O
for the writing ask game, morning! :D
Woo thank you pal! :D Fingers crossed for an upcoming inno sweep, have something with Kazui and Fuuta in the morning
(From this ask game)
Kazui's body remembered the sunrise. His mind wouldn't have thought much of it, stuck in a place like this, but his body pulled him from sleep at the same time each morning as if he were still in the habit and standing on the balcony watching the sun with his morning coffee.
He couldn't quite replicate the experience, though not for lack of trying. He'd dress, pick up whatever drink he could grab from the dining hall before it officially opened for breakfast, then move to the common room to sit and enjoy the morning in solitude. Even Kotoko, the next earliest riser, wouldn't make an appearance for an hour or so.
Which is why he nearly spit out the orange juice he'd swiped when Fuuta strolled in just after him and sat himself down directly next to him. It looked like his little silent retreat was out of the question for the day.
"Can I sit here?" Fuuta said, already taking a seat. He rubbed his good eye groggily.
"Uh, sure! I'd love the company." Kazui nodded to him, trying to hide the surprise in his face. He must have failed. Or maybe Fuuta would have leapt to defend himself regardless.
"I couldn't sleep, okay? I hear you come out here at the ass crack of dawn every day, I just wanted to see what you were up to."
Kazui gestured a hand across the empty room with a dry smile. "Just this, sorry to disappoint."
It was easiest to leave it at that. He wasn't sure how to articulate the reason early mornings were so sacred to him -- the peace and the solitude and the ability to be himself without a single expectation put on him. He could take some time to prepare himself for the day ahead without putting up any airs for anyone. It probably would've sounded pathetic to a kid like him, anyways. He was always so full of energy, Kazui doubted he'd need more than a minute to get himself ready for his day.
Fuuta sank deeper into his hoodie. "Hmph."
The two fell silent. Kazui grew antsy as he sipped his drink. At first it had been nice, sitting in something reminiscent of his old fishing trips. But he didn't think Fuuta appreciated the quiet the same way. Was he looking to talk? Was he waiting for more from him? Kazui had never wanted kids -- not like Hinako had dreamed of them -- so he didn't know the first thing about starting a conversation with someone his age.
As he scrambled for something to say, Fuuta whispered. "It's nice."
"Hm?"
"This. No prying eyes, nobody trying to start shit."
Kazui didn't mention that Fuuta was usually the one starting shit.
"I hope I didn't interrupt."
"Not at all! I'm glad you think it's peaceful too."
"Yeah... I do."
This time when neither of them spoke, there was no anticipation in it. Kazui breathed deep. His thoughts were allowed to drift freely. His mind felt at ease. He closed his eyes. Though there was no need to, he found himself opening his mouth.
"You know, I didn't realize how much I'd miss the sunrise."
Fuuta shifted. "Eh, I never saw it. I usually slept pretty late." He added, "I'm sorry you miss it, though."
"Thanks. I just hope I'll see it again..."
He wondered if the thought was too suddenly sentimental, but Fuuta nodded gravely. "I hope so too."
By the time prisoners started trickling into the common area, Kazui was calm and ready to begin his day. Fuuta stood to leave.
"Thanks for letting me hang out," he said.
"Heh, I should be thanking you. I didn't expect anyone to stick around for a boring old man like me."
Fuuta's expression twisted up. There was the energy Kazui had been expecting. "Jeez, you keep thinking you're so special! You're just like everyone else, you hear? You're not some boring old man no one likes. There's a lot of people just like you. A lot of us are just like you."
Kazui sat for one more moment after he left. He took the final sip of his drink.
A lot of them just like him? Now, that was a nice thought.
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merry chrysler everyone here's a cute little scene with Loki!
Imagine going with Loki to watch as they light up the huge christmas tree downtown
He’s initially not into the idea, but seeing how excited you are about it, he caves
When you get there, all wrapped up in warm layers, he’s weirdly quiet
You’d expected a few snide remarks or at least some light teasing about this “pointless Midgardian tradition”
But when you turn to Loki, the look on his face makes your breath catch in your throat
He looks lost somewhere between sadness and a quiet wonder as he takes in everything around him
You can’t help but smile at how misty-eyed he’s gotten
And when they finally light the tree? You have to clamp a hand over your mouth to contain your giddy laugh
The look of quiet wonder on Loki’s face catches you off-guard and you can’t help the urge to wrap your arms around him, squeezing him tight in a hug
To your surprise he chuckles and hugs you back, planting a kiss on your temple
You offer to get a warm drink for the two of you, but he only holds you tighter, telling you there’s time for that later
The two of you stay like that a while, holding each other while you look at the lights and people watch
When the crowd starts to thin out, you head back to your place, curling up in a blanket together, warm mugs in your hands
You lean into Loki’s side, kissing him on the cheek as his arm wraps around you
He lets out a contented sigh and you smile to yourself
You burrow further into his side, Loki not even bothering to hide his smile as he lightly runs his hand up and down your arm, encouraging your eyes to close as you fall asleep
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Once again for the people in back…
I will never, ever, EVER give a fuck about race swapping, ever.
I don’t care what your reasoning is either, oh, you think Black people deserve original characters (we 100 percent have those but whatever), I think Black actors deserve to not get bullied for taking a coveted role.
Oh, you just care about accuracy? No the fuck you don’t, no adaptation is 100 percent accurate, no actor looks exactly the way the creator envisioned them (also I think the fixation on the most basic ass aesthetics that every other fictional character in existence has is frankly pathetic and sad).
You think it’s pandering? What do you call the fact that 95 percent of popular genre fiction written before a certain time was overwhelmingly white? And the ones that weren’t tended to get whitewashed in even fairly recent adaptations (*cough* Earthsea *cough*). If you want to be inclusive —which is not inherently bad! Wanting your adaptation to better appeal to nonwhite people isn’t wrong, it’s good business sense, and for some creators, simply the right thing to do— the only way to adapt certain fictional worlds is to change the race of a character or two or make up a character that wasn’t in the original lore, and neither tends to be taken all that well. But you still have the originals if you simply can’t deal with seeing too many unsightly negroes to the point where you have to do an internet about it, enjoy. Nobody owes you an adaptation in the first place, there’ll probably never be a Saga TV series and you don’t see me having a meltdown.
You think too many nonwhite people in one fictional realm is distracting? I’m begging you to unpack that.
Constant bitching isn’t making race swapping less of a thing either, the studios know you’re going to whine and they still do it, they might even do it BECAUSE they know you’re going to whine and want the free publicity. The only thing you’re accomplishing is annoying everyone outside of your dumb little bubble.
Now, do I think it’s always done well, not necessarily, Black characters get fucked over in general so why would race swapped characters be any different? Invincible, for example. Making the first love interest Black only to make her unlikable to a large percentage of the fandom wasn’t cool. But the problem wasn’t the race swapping, it was changing her personality to create unnecessary conflict rather than changing it in small ways to highlight her Blackness. You can bring up the change in character without mentioning race at all, but some people are so committed to racism that they simply can not do that.
In short, I don’t care what your grievances are, I just want to see talented Black actors getting big roles and getting paid.
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Days seemed shorter in Indiana compared to back home. Whether it was just the cloud cover making everything seem darker or that the daylight times were actually different, Billy didn't know but he always seemed to find himself amazed by the stars. The vast galaxy above him on peaceful nights were he could get away to somewhere quiet and just be. Breathe the fresh air of the forest surrounding him and watch the sky, a soothing thought that it was the same one he would lie and stare at on the beaches back in California.
The silence of the night being his only comfort, the stars his only companion but they gave him hope that someday he would drive out of the small town he found himself in and be by the ocean once again. He wasn't quite sure why or how but he swears he could sometimes hear the ocean, the soft crash of the waves as the moon raised itself high in the sky. A promise that he would one day take in the smell of salt and the warmth of the sand, that he would be free to wander just as the stars did.
But for the time being he would settle for the cool breeze of the night and the calm of a cigarette as he waited for that time to come.
Went a with a colour one this time but here's the grey just for good measure
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