Okay so I just got to Clingy Duo's big argument before Tommy is exiled and I gotta say, c!Tommy is pissing me off so much.... It's great, I love it
So, even though it's been way too long since this arc happened and I am merely throwing words at a wall, I need to write down my personal opinion on this whole mess
So uh, on the affirmations that Tommy was 1) not acting selfishly, and 2) the only one to have compromised something for L'Manburg up until now, and the affirmation that Tubbo is getting closer to becoming the tyrant Schlatt was... (i read so many comments on the videos i watched about their argument claiming this):
(just warning that bellow are my unfiltered, biased opinions on this whole thing, so if you're very fond of Tommy, you might not agree very much with what i wrote)
((also, no, I don't hate Tommy, he just really annoyed me during his fight with Tubbo))
(((also also, don't take this too seriously, I literally just needed to write these thoughts down somewhere)))
-> Tommy is being super freaking selfish and Tubbo is definitely in the right here
Everyone has sacrificed things for L'Manburg already. It's like viewers are so fixated on the idea that Tommy is "the hero", that he's Theseus like Techno predicted, they forget everyone else has been fighting this whole time too.
Just during Schlatt's reign:
-Fundy sacrificed his relationship with his father and friends to become a spy
-Quackity sacrificed his power as vice-president (and if we go back to those days, Quackity did appreciate his position a lot, he used to be pretty power hungry too)
-Willbur sacrificed his goddamn sanity and consequently, his life
-Tubbo sacrificed months of himself as a person, working as a double spy for Pogtopia, putting his safety on the line /every single day/ just so he could give Willbur and Tommy the aid and info they wanted
-Literally every single other L'Manburg citizen? Who fought in the wars, laying down their lives for the country
If sacrificing something for the greater good is what makes someone a hero, then every single one of these people are heroes. Tommy is just one of many
The only things that separate Tommy from the others is Dream's ridiculous obssession with him and Tommy's own childish, reckless, irresponsible attitude
Everyone else is still doing their best rebuilding L'Manburg and trying to protect it, continuing on devoting themselves to the land they've fought so hard to keep. But Tommy has completely shed his "hero" skin already, and is back to being a reckless kid who doesn't think before acting and is ready to throw himself into a fire, causing trouble for petty reasons and playing with forces that are far beyond his reach, uncaring if that means he'll drag his friends down with him too.
Everyone is compromising. Everyone is giving up personal things for the greater good of the country. Even Dream is, to some extent. But Tommy is arguing - claiming he deserves a chance to "put himself first for a change" - as if he were the one single hero, the only one who's had to put aside personal things.
So yeah I'm sorry but no, Tubbo is not becoming corrupted - he is maturing, and growing into the best leader we have seen on this server yet, someone who cares about his people and is able to be level headed when problems arise. And he's still as loyal as ever too! It would be much safer for L'Manburg to exile Tommy from the start. But he still fought for Tommy's freedom. Only when it became the only viable option, did Tubbo truly consider the exile option.
Meanwhile, Tommy is indeed acting selfish. He is only thinking of his own self-interest, ignoring everyone else's needs (heck, ignoring their lives, who are at stake because of him!), disrespecting Tubbo not only as a superior but as a friend and a fellow comrade in battle, acting as if he were the only one who had to give something up, who had to endure things he didn't want to, as if he fought all those goddamn battles alone!
Tommy handing Dream the disks in favor of L'Manburg's independence all those months ago was supposed to be the turning point for him, where Tommy realised that no ammount of material objects, as emotionally attached to them as one could be, could ever compare to a human life (and loved lives at that).
But apparently he hasn't learnt that lesson yet.
And let's be honest, how many times has Tommy even listened to those discs anyway?? They are nothing but pieces of plastic, easily replaceable by others exactly the same, that, ever since Tommy has gotten them, have been collecting dust in someone else's Ender Chest. Tommy has no freaking use for those things, as sentimental items as they might be. They are useless and yet have been the cause of dozens of deaths and are the root of Dream's power over Tommy.
Can Tommy sacrificing his comrades, his whole country, for a couple of dusty discs that he doesn't use really be called anything but pure, petty selfishness? Sorry, but for me the answer is an easy no.
On another, less mad, note, daaaaamn everyone's acting was so good! Dream played off his part as the Big Bad Villain so goddamn well, I am amazed
And Tubbo too, his acting was phenomenal the whole stream! You could feel the hurt in his voice, the barely concealed anxiety over all that's happening, his anger at Tommy mixed with tons of worry for him, his fear of Dream, fear for L'Manburg, Tubbo forcing himself to stay strong and unbiased - like, jesus christ, it's so obvious this is the last thing he wants
Tommy was also great as usual but that I'm already used to - his face is really expressive too, it just adds even more emotion to each scene. He just knows how to entertain his audience
Anywayyy
In conclusion: this season has been super interesting so far and I can't wait to see how Timmy's exile will go, it will probably be chaotic as heck
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You know, when I think about Arcane I can't help but think about the fact that I'm not a huge fan of how Vander handled things.
I mean his heart was definitely in the right place, he wanted to protect his children and his people, but to be honest there were moments where I felt like he was very confidently doing the wrong thing.
Specially in a child rearing sense. Now I just want to put it out there, that we the audience are shown a biased depiction of Vander.
Just about every scene he's in he's surrounded by his people who (mostly) look to him for protection, his children who adore him, or his enemies who are literal drug lord gang leader bad guys and corrupt policemen. Who are not humanized by the story until after his death.
For one there's Vi's pretty obvious eldest daughter syndrome, which Vander does nothing to try and curb. In fact I feel like in most of their scenes together Vander is treating this unhealthy dynamic as Vi being her sibling's leader and that she therefor needs to take more responsibility for them.
Even though I feel like Vander teaching Vi that way of thinking caused a lot of problems for all of the kids.
Sure it's great when your kids can work together, but there shouldn't be a pecking order among them, and if there is you shouldn't encourage it.
Vander fully expects Vi to take responsibility for Powder(which makes some level of sense considering she's 4-ish years younger than Vi), but also Mylo and Claggor, who are both the same age as her.
Meaning that if Vander trusts Vi to look after herself (and Powder) I feel like he should be able to trust Mylo and Claggor to look after themselves.
Vi should not be saddled with the responsibility of being in charge of her siblings, who are literally the same age as her.
If Vander is going to be reprimanding Vi for getting into trouble, he should be getting on to Mylo and Claggor just as much.
Sure Mylo and Claggor mention that Vander is going to be upset, but it's very obvious that the majority of the responsibility rests on Vi's shoulders.
Which, sure they look up to Vi and listen to what she has to say and what she thinks they should be doing.
But if it's to the point where Vander thinks it's gotten to the point that they will literally blindly follow Vi into dangerous situations because she said so. Then I feel like it's time for Vander to have a sit down with the rest of his kids and have the very important "Thinking for yourself" talk.
It's- You can't raise your children to just blindly follow their oldest sibling their entire life, and raise the oldest child to be the caretaker of the rest of their siblings their entire life.
Yeah, Vi needs to think things through a bit more, because the other kids look up to her a lot, and will go along with whatever her plans are, because they think she knows what she's doing and they trust her.
But also the other kids need to know how to assess things for themselves, rather than just blindly follow whatever it is Vi says, no matter how much they look up to her.
Like this man fully thinks that his 15 year old daughter, who clearly has problems with her temper and being impulsive herself, should also be responsible for her two adoptive brothers who are functionally the same age as her [one with a pretty obvious superiority/inferiority complex], alongside her younger sister who already has problems of some kind of anxiety.
Mylo and Claggor are just fully not held to the same standard as Vi in spite of being the same age, and literally getting into the exact same trouble. Their choice to go along with what Vi planned, is put onto Vi's shoulders when it shouldn't be, because if Vi is old enough to know better in Vander's mind, so are Mylo and Claggor.
If it was just Powder I could somewhat understand. She's younger, more impressionable, she idolizes Vi, she's not as strong or fast as the other three and if Vi forgot that at some point Powder could have gotten left behind or hurt.
You know the general "You need to be a good role model for your younger sibling because they look to you for guidance" stuff.
Like the fact that Vi feels the need to fight Piltover in order to secure a better life for Powder in Act 1 tells me so much just how parentified Vi is when it comes to Powder's care.
Which I do think originated from before Vander adopted the girls, to be fair to Vander. Vi gives off the vibe of looking after Powder having always been her responsibility.
To be unfair to Vander, I don't think he did anything to try and undo Vi's over responsible and over protective mindset when it came to Powder after adopting them.
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It's my 100th post! It means nothing but I'm sentimental so have some baby!Tails. This one is a bit older, it takes place before the other Chaotix one with Charmy. It also explains why he and Sonic were there in the first place
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"Nope." Vector said, casually throwing out Sonic's only real lead. "We aren't investigating anything this weird and last we saw him, he was normal. No idea what happened to him."
With a huff, Sonic dropped the orange box on Vector's desk anyway and rolled his shoulder. It was some machine, with Tails' logo in the corner and more importantly, a sticky note with 'vector chaotix tomorow. grab tweezers' still stuck to it.
"Which was?" Sonic asked.
"About 2 days ago." Vector said, and the timeline matched up, "Tails was helping us out. The car got... uh"
"The cops took it!" Charmy announced from the floor, not looking up from his crayons.
"It wasn't the cops." Espio said, sharpening a kunai.
"Uh, yea they were. They had badges 'n everything."
"That didn't make them the police."
"But when we pretended to be cops, we had badges."
Vector sighed, looking up from his desk as the two argued behind him and gestured to the lump of technology.
"It got impounded when we were helping out with Eggman. Tails was givin' us a hand getting it back."
At his name, Tails flew up to the desk to hover next to Sonic. He was holding his drawing close to his chest, but eyed the machine hungrily.
"They always take stuff!"
Vector scooched to the side to give the kid room to land, but Tails just circled curiously.
"He was supposed to stop by yesterday, but we figured something was up." Behind him, Charmy was slowly rising to be taller than Espio.
"That doesn't always mean they're cops, Charmy!"
Tails looked between Sonic and the table and then down at his paper. He dropped to the ground and walked over and Sonic dropped to a crouch instantly.
"What's up, buddy?"
Tails' big eyes got even bigger and he stared up at his brother in awe and Sonic smirked. Rocking on his feet, the kit used his paper to hide his smile before he shook himself down to the tips of his tails.
"Here."
He pushed his drawing at Sonic, not looking away and Sonic inspected the back of the paper for a second longer than he wanted to admit before he took it.
"Hey! Remember what I said, if you throw crayons, he can throw kunai."
And Sonic had seen enough blueprints in his life not to recognize it, even if this one was in crayon. It was for some kinda plane and Sonic's grin softened, Tails never really changed. There was arrows pointing to potential improvements, probably.
His own name grabbed his attention, and on top of the plane was him, with Tails in the cockpit. They were both smiling and he was pretty sure that it was Angel Island in the background, and the Master Emerald wasn't the large red dot on it.
He looked up from the paper and Tails bashfully ducked behind a Tail. Sonic pulled him into a one arm hug and after a second, mused his fur, it was still kit soft. Tails squirmed to get away and Sonic leaned into him, holding him down with his weight, the drawing safely in the air.
The kit dropped to the floor and Sonic followed, hitting his quills on the desk.
Tails. baby. shorter. Right.
"No! No one throws anything, capache?"
He groaned and there was a victorious giggle above him. Sonic rolled over onto his back, picture clutched to his chest. Tails was hovering above him and shot him a thumbs up before he finally fell to temptation and landed on the desk. Taking a moment to collect himself, Sonic looked at the picture again and at the one star in the clouds.
Rolling to his feet, Tails bare twitched an ear. He was busy messing with the thing -though it was technically his so Sonic figured it was fine.
Vector had Charmy under one arm and Espio's wrist in another and they were both arguing. Vector's headphones slipped and bass filled the air and Charmy yelled louder in response.
The desk beeped and all noise stopped.
Sonic's shoulders hiked and he was a step away from grabbing Tails and bolting before he caught up to himself. Tails looked surprised too and pulled away from the machine. A green light was on, but otherwise it looked the same.
"It's doing some weird stuff." Charmy said, floating closer.
Tails pressed the button again and the light turned off.
Espio leaned in close and looked at the machine, Tails pressed the button again and the light flickered on.
"I assume it is some sort of an EMP or it causes some equal disturbance."
Charmy laughed, "Bet it would take off the boot, no problem."
Vector pushed Charmy away and nodded at Tails who cheerfully turned the machine off.
"Hey Sonic, up for some fun?"
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Scenario.
Acedia is sitting in the bar where Quentin works, a boy begins to bother the poor friendly neighbor female sloth and Quentin came to the rescue her
-cracks knuckles-
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The back of the small restaurant in a simple modest booth is where Acedia liked to sit whenever she visited. It was quiet and out of the way, she liked the spot near the window. Sometimes she came with a friend, but most visits she came alone. Bringing only her phone and bag and nervously ordering the same thing.
She was quiet, shy, and didn't think too highly of her appearance.. so it came as a surprise when a stranger slid himself across the table into the booth with her. A drink in his hand and a smile, too. He tried to have a friendly tone, but there was a distinct lilt to it that said otherwise.. as did the tingle of her senses as she was jolted back to reality and out of her thoughts by his presence.
A stranger.. she didn't like this situation. Her anxiety was screaming to leave and nothing had even happened..
Yet.
The stranger greeted her, asked her questions of what her name was, what she was doing alone, questions that she didn't want to answer. Questions that only made her more uncomfortable. Had this been any other situation or location the questions and sudden appearance would have been normal, more so had she been someone else entirely.
She squirmed back away into the back of her seat, gripping the table. She opted to stay silent, but that seemed to spur the man on, making his ask again, but with a bit more frustration.
Acedia knew she could easily take the man on, but she was too scared and didn't want to make a scene.. but her nerves were on fire and she wanted to cry, feeling so useless and not knowing how else to handle the situation. To make this man leave her alone. She just wanted to have lunch in peace.. Just is her luck that life finds a way to deny her as simple a pleasure as this.
--
The same patron came in again, sat in the same spot and ordered the same thing, too. She'd become a regular at this point, for how often enough she came. Without fail it was always when he was working there, Beck thought to himself as he cleaned up a table. Picking up plates, bowls, and cups and placing them on his tray to take back into the kitchen. He glanced back over his shoulder in the direction of the woman before making his way toward the kitchen to dispose of the dirty dishes.
It didn't appear she was waiting for someone, with her phone in hand and a calm look on her face. Beck thought about it, about going over and checking on her.. but why would he do that? It's not really like he liked.. err.. knew her. She was just a random customer, nothing more. Although.. he felt an air of familiarity with her. It made no sense to him, though, as he was sure he'd never met her before.
When he came back out to tend to more empty tables, it was like instinct to glance her way.. and he paused. There was someone else there in the booth with her. He'd never seen her with any man before.. Beck averted his gaze and got to work clearing the next table. He shook his head as he picked up a plate and cup and moved on to the next table over, his thoughts moving on as well.
Why did he feel concerned about who she was with? She was no more than a stranger to him as he was to her, surely.
As he moved on to his third table, closer to the back, he heard it. The one-sided conversation happening in the booth.
"Come on~ Can't a guy get a cute girl's number~? And a name? I've told you mine, I’m not a stranger anymore, am I? Hehe."
"..I.. What? J-just 'cause you told me your name doesn't mean I know you.. I'm not.. I'm not givin' you that information.. Please.. Leave me alone.."
Yeah.. To heck with it. If there was one thing Beck hated, it was this. He wasn't going to stand for this. He dropped the tray of dirty dishes and waltzed over to the booth with a well practiced customer service grin, and a bow for flair as he looked between the two.
"Hello, hello. I will be your server for this evening! Is everything alright over here? Sir? ..Madame?"
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Acedia noticed Beck coming over and sat straighter, on alert. Oh gosh, she wasn't alone now. She could ask for help. Her eyes darting toward him several times as her thoughts raced with what she needed to say. However, the stranger beat her to it just as soon as she opened her mouth and lifted a finger.
"Yeah, we're all good. Can you get me a refill? Thanks." His tone was annoyed as he jerked his empty cup of ice toward the waiter. Acedia shrunk back down with a quiet whine.. Embarrassed by the situation, the way this man was acting in front of the waiter whom she.. Well.. She couldn’t really say.
"...Certainly." Beck's smile dropped as did his jolly tone as he looked down and took the cup. Swiping it from the man's hand and, just before he turned to leave, he looked toward Acedia and winked when she looked back.
Acedia gripped the table harder and bit her lip, looking away and out the window beside her. There was so much happening, she didn't know what was going on or why, but her company had left and it was just her and this stranger once again. Why didn't this guy just leave? Her heart was dropping and racing, her throat tightening as her nerves fried.
The man was clearly more frustrated with her now, he didn't want to take no for an answer, no matter how polite she tried to be about it. He kept pushing for responses and she kept pushing down her intense desire to just cry. It was a silly response to this situation, but she was beginning to not care.
The man reached a hand out to try and take her own. She pulled away and moved back, pressing as far as she could go into the pleather plush seating. This only made him angry.
"Why are you playing hard to get? Stop running away from me! Women these days! Can't you see I'm interested--?!"
"Can't you see that she's not?"
The stranger was cut off by the refilled drink being dumped on him. Beck had returned (when did he do that? She hadn't noticed at all) much to Acedia's surprise and joy. Quickly she swiped her things and clambered out and away from the booth, shuffling behind Beck. Although she hated to make a scene, she'd run out of cares to give at this point, just relieved to get away from that man.
Beck carefully held a hand behind him as comfort of her. His full attention on the man, now fuming mad, still in the booth. Acedia looked down at it and thought a moment before gently taking hold.
"I am afraid I will have to ask you to leave. Causing trouble for our customers will not be tolerated. Should you choose to remain we will have no choice but to contact authorities."
The stranger didn't like that. He tried to play it cool, but quickly switched to playing the victim, pushing the blame off himself.
"I was just trying to have a nice conversation with this lovely little lady when you came along and ruined everything! You're just some busboy, but you can't even do your job right! I have half a mind to report you--"
Acedia held tighter, really wanting this guy to just leave.. or at least for her to get away from this mess. Beck noted this and simply turned to escort her to the door, ignoring the other man entirely as he proceeded to yell now.
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They stepped outside as the other staff came out to further diffuse the situation and take care of the unruly patron. He pulled her over out of the way of the entrance and looked at her, glancing down at their hands between them.
"I'm.. really sorry about that." Beck started, "Don't worry about payin' anything, I'll handle it. Are you.. alright?"
Acedia flinched, letting go of his hand and quickly darting her eyes away. She adjusted her glasses and he brought the now free hand up to rub at his neck as she responded.
"Ah, yeah! Y-Yes! Thank you.. Sorry about all that.."
"Nah, don't worry about it, I've dealt with worse." Out of a nervous habit he put on a voice and placed his hands on his hips in a way, “A guy like that ain’t nothin’ when you’ve worked in service long enough. nah, nah, with my experience I bet I could even take on that human rhino, too, no sweat!”
She couldn’t help the bubbly laughter, she cursed herself internally, but he just smiled at the sound, relieved. An odd silence fell between them, the only sounds now being the dying commotion inside and bustle of the city outside.
"Hey.. Uh," Acedia looked up as Beck broke the silence, "don't go anywhere, I'll, um, I'll be right back, okay? Okay." Curious.. she watched as he ducked back inside, confused by his odd actions.. She knew who he was. Who he really was, but he didn’t know.. didn’t recognize her without her mask. So his behavior was quite different from what she knew of him when he wore the cape and fishbowl helmet. It fascinated her. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t the reason she kept coming back to this place.
He didn't know why he was doing this.. but there was something about her.. He couldn't just let her go without something. He just couldn’t let her leave on a bad note like that. Not her or any other customer for that matter.. he told himself in attempt to deny himself any civilian connections.. but he just couldn’t help himself.
It didn't take long before he returned, however, a to-go cup in hand. She perked up at this, slipping her phone quickly back into her pocket as she carefully took it. Before she could even ask about a straw he held up his empty hands, smiling knowingly as he waved and flicked his hands to make a straw appear from presumably nowhere at all.
“It’s on the house.” He held it out to her and she smiled, taking it with her free hand, uttering a quiet 'thank you' as she did.
"Ah, wait, hold this please-!" She quickly handed the items back to him and began to dig in her bag for her wallet when he took them again. "H-here!"
Beck looked down at the small offering of cash then back up to her, "What's this for? You keep it, I can't--"
"No, I can't just leave without paying for something, a-at least let me pay you for this.. please?" She insisted, taking back her cup.
Beck hesitated, but sighed and took the cash with a smile nonetheless. Turning back toward the door as he handed off the straw.
"You're an odd one." She smiled at that, "I gotta get back inside now, you have a good day.. Miss.” Nodding his head as he opened the door to go back.
"You, too, and thanks. Sorry again, for the trouble."
He paused in the door to look at her a moment, smiling before he slipped back inside and letting her go on her way.
"No trouble at all."
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