Yoda and Mace have been my favorite characters since childhood, and I never quite forgave him for killing the latter and choking Padme. Granted, I was 12 and had zero romantic understanding or media literacy but I thought it was fucked up how he killed kids and a Queen married him?? Anger issues with a bad haircut??? With 'kind and compassionate' Padme??? Like his actor is attractive but Anakin gives off school shooter vibes imo. I like Obi wan too, but kinda like you like the really ugly old cat who gets into the trash but is genuinely sweet and pettable.
Anyway, my reasons for hating him are probably really petty and not as coherent from yours, but I really do appreciate the quality analysis.
I don't think those are petty reasons at all (well, the bad haircut thing might be a little petty lol).
In all seriousness, you don't NEED essays to explain why you don't like a character. I'm someone who kind-of ENJOYS overthinking my media and writing down my thoughts, it helps me sometimes to be able to really figure out why I feel the way I do about storylines and characters. Sometimes it leads me to love a thing even more, sometimes it doesn't. But nobody NEEDS long coherent essays detailing why they simply don't like a character. Not every character is going to appeal to everyone and that's just how it works.
I love Obi-Wan and there's a LOT of people out there who hate him for one reason or another or who just are more neutral on him and find him overrated, and that's fine. I happen to really like Trace and Rafa Martez and apparently that's a minority opinion. I think that Cikatro Vizago is one of the better characters in Rebels, and certainly the one with the best redemption arc on that show, and I KNOW I'm likely the only one who thinks that way.
And of course, if you've been around this blog long enough, you know there's tons of characters that I DISLIKE that a lot of people really adore. They just aren't for me. Sometimes I do feel like the characters are badly written and I have no qualms with explaining why I think so, but that was never required. The characters don't have to be badly written for me to dislike them, and I never owe anyone an explanation for why a character doesn't work for me. Neither do you.
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I can’t explain how scared I am because of KOSA
long rant (tw shooting mention and lots of suicide mentions)
I just
I’ve literally never had friends like this, only one person was that exception
I mean, I don’t talk to much at school or out side of school and I know people didn’t like talking to me anyways. I was the kid people would only be nice to in school because, quote ‘I wanna be spared when you shoot up this damn place’
just because I wasn’t always preppy and happy at school. Just because I wasn’t happy with myself. I won’t never ever even touch a gun but people in my irl life weren’t kind to me
I’ve said it before but it got so bad I almost killed myself. I’m surprised I didn’t go through with shit at the time and for a long time I hated myself even more for it.
still people were cruel and selfish to me.
but here was different. People didn’t use me as an object. People didn’t think I was violent or crazy. People here treated me like a person.
I not longer regret not going through with my attempt. I no longer feel as awful as I did over a year ago. I’ve realized stuff in my life just because someone would have a conversation with me that wasn’t fueled by another motive.
i have actual friends. I love people who love me dearly, and I love them too. And I cannot lose them. I can’t.
KOSA would’ve drove me to kill myself.
KOSA will kill so many kids. Children.
I was only twelve, it could be someone younger.
stop KOSA. It doesn’t help at all. It hurts. It affects all countries despite only being American.
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Hey Minnie!! Does Buck let you come along on any missions? If so, what kind??
Buck is, largely against his will, halfway approximating a mildly competent guardian.
[Image IDs/descriptions under the cut!]
[Image 1 ID: Panel one of a black-and-white digital ink comic featuring Puzz's OCs, Minnie and Buck. Minnie is a 13-year-old white girl with a stocky build, buck teeth, freckles, and hair in large braided pigtails; she is wearing a short-sleeved blouse and a sweater tied around her shoulders. Buck is a middle-aged white man with a barrel-chested build, large nose, balding hairstyle and bushy mustache; he is wearing a turtleneck and simple pants. Minnie, glaring over her shoulder at Buck and making air-quote symbols with both fingers, says "'Let' is a strong word." Buck, pulling on a pair of goggles with round lenses, replies, "If I had my way you wouldn't be here at all, let alone on missions". End ID.]
[Image 2 ID: Panel two of a black-and-white digital ink comic featuring Puzz's OCs. Minnie, folding her arms over her chest and glaring, says, "I only get to go on the boring ones. Like, robbing convenience stores and stuff." Buck, turning around behind her to reach for something off-screen, replies, "That's most of what we do here, kid." End ID.]
[Image 3 ID: Panel three of a black-and-white digital ink comic featuring Puzz's OCs. Minnie, still with her arms folded over her chest, looks back at Buck with a frustrated expression and says, "You bust into research facilities sometimes!!" Buck, turning back to her and holding a jacket, also looking frustrated, replies, "Where we get shot at? Yeah, wonder why we don't take you with us." End ID.]
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Pairings: None
Word Count: 1,761 Words
Summary: After losing Blood Moon, Sun and Moon return home only to find someone later that night in the daycare.
Warnings: Angst, Blood, Injury, Mild Gore, Amputation, Trauma, Betrayal, Gun, Shooting, Seizure, Prosthetics, let me know if I should add anything else.
That Damn Tails Plushie
Sun sighed, they were home. Moon was still angry and so was Sun to a degree but Sun also understood why Blood Moon would run. They were now scared of the power Sun held, so running made sense.
Sun let Moon continue complaining about Blood Moon’s disappearance. Moon was riled up, hopefully he’d calm down soon enough.
“Teleportation!?” Moon huffed, seemingly ending his rage.
“I know, Moon.” Sun agreed.
“Ugh, fine. I’m going to sleep. This shit of chasing him down is annoying as hell. He could be in Canada by now with how long we were searching.” Moon huffed.
“Yeah, sleeping sounds good.” Sun yawned and followed Moon up to their rooms, bidding his brother goodnight as well as Solar charging in the corner. Sun laid down in his bed and plugged in to charge, falling asleep relatively easy.
Sun woke up to a loud sound in the daycare and ran out to see Moon was still sleeping deeply as was Solar. Cautious, Sun went down on Moon’s old fly wire to see what the sounds were.
The sounds were coming from behind the security desk and Sun grabbed Moon’s gun he’d intended to use on Blood Moon to investigate. It sounded oddly like the medical box was being rummaged through.
Sun slowly peeled behind the desk and stopped stock still. Blood Moon sat on the ground behind the security desk, packing gauze into the stump of his left leg and wrapping it tightly with an ace wrap, hiccuping and shaking with undoubtedly blood loss and pain.
The black and red bot was littered with injuries, cuts everywhere and gouges taken from his other leg, including a deep cut through his Achilles tendon. Their right arm was barely hanging on from what it looked like bandaged up with gauze.
Sun stared in horror and dropped the gun, which startled Blood Moon, who slowly looked up as he was caught, eyes wide and a terrified look on his face.
It was tense for a moment, Sun horrified at the sight of his severely injured little brother and Blood Moon terrified at being caught by someone while seemingly raiding their emergency kit to patch himself the best he could.
But it seemed Blood Moon cracked first, tears spilling over his face and looking back down, seemingly ashamed of himself. Sun felt a pang of concern for Blood Moon. They had fights, sure, but Sun didn’t want his little brother to be hurt like this.
“We’re sorry, we needed medical supplies and cannot get anywhere else.” Blood Moon apologized, voice almost heartbreakingly scared. Sun knelt down with them, careful holding Blood Moon’s good hand.
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe. I can take care of it. Okay?” Sun promised, letting his teary brother nod to him and sniffle as Sun gently began taking over the process and bandaging the rest of the wounds his poor little brother had.
“What happened to you?” Sun asked softly as he worked on the ace wrap, redoing it on Blood Moon’s stump of a left leg.
“That damned little fox. It set a trap for us! Sent us to a cage full of wolves that ripped us apart. He betrayed us. We thought we could trust him!” Blood Moon explained to him.
“They just kept ripping and tearing things off! We tried screaming but it didn’t work, nothing did! We tried to get away but we didn’t until we played dead! Everything hurt so bad and our leg was gone and almost our arm too! We tried…We tried…” Blood Moon broke down into sobs and was shaking like a leaf as Sun gently hugged them into his shoulder.
“It’s okay, you’re safe, Blood Moon. You’re safe here. You’ll be alright.” Sun promised, rubbing gently over their back and letting Blood Moon calm in his arms, hiccuping and clutching to him with his good arm.
It seemed they were truly traumatized, this couldn’t be acting with how desperately Blood Moon was clinging to Sun, shaking and crying. They wouldn’t play up something like this nor would they purposefully injure themself to garner attention. They wouldn’t be so truly terrified when they’d gotten caught.
“Don’t make us go back, please. We’re scared.” Blood Moon whispered in his other voice. Ah, right, there were two in one body.
“You two aren’t going back. You can stay here. You can be safe here. You can have a family, a bed, a life.” Sun offered.
“P-Please.” Blood Moon whispered, sniffling and trying to calm down. Sun gently pulled back and held their blood spattered face, gently wiping it off with a rag and Blood Moon gave a watery smile for him.
“There’s my little brothers.” Sun smiled, which made Blood Moon smile more genuinely, a soft, happy look on their face.
Sun realized it was the first time they’d been treated truly gently, truly without any kind of deal or exploitation or being used. It made Sun happy to know this genuine affection and care had come from him.
Sun didn’t catch it from the side of his eye but someone passed by, grabbing the gun from the ground. Sun didn’t see them until he spotted Moon from the other side of the security desk, gun raised.
Sun couldn’t even get a word out before the gun fired and Blood Moon’s look of happiness faded as he choked up blood, looking down in horror at his chest. Sun saw blood splattered onto his chest from Blood Moon’s as Blood Moon struggled to breathe, grabbing his chest as the delayed pain came on.
“Got him.” Moon told Sun proudly. Sun quickly snapped from shock and glared as Moon as he quickly scanned the wound, a bullet right through one of Blood Moon’s lungs. Sun put gauze and light pressure to the wound to stem the blood flow and grabbed the emergency oxygen machine, putting the mask onto Blood Moon’s face and turning it on to make him breathe still.
“You fucking ASSHOLE!” Sun yelled at Moon, shaking with rage as he tried to keep the gauze over the entrance and exit wounds to keep them from being exposed to the air.
“You saw me down here with him! You saw me taking care of him! Does he look like he can hurt anyone!?” Sun seemed to simply snap with rage.
It could’ve been just the disregard of the situation Moon had or it could’ve been the stress lately. But Sun finally came undone at seeing Blood Moon getting shot when the black and red bot was finally beginning to see change as a good thing sent him off the handle.
“Sun, we agreed-“ Moon began.
“I don’t care what the fuck we agreed! Fuck what we agreed! Screw the fucking plan! They came for medical supplies! They came for a safe place to treat their fucking wounds! Not to be shot at when they were finally accepting help! That little rat you killed sent them to their death and they barely survived, they came here terrified! They were scared to see me when they weren’t even doing anything wrong! They don’t deserve to be shot at and they don’t deserve to be treated like they’re some monster! They needed help, not to be given even more injuries!”
Sun couldn’t stop the word vomit of pure fury he had in this situation. Moon looked between them, horror growing on his face when he saw Blood Moon’s missing leg in specific.
“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” Moon gasped, eyes widening as he saw all the injuries.
“Yeah, exactly. All those are from that damn fox thing. It sent them into a trap, wolves ripped them apart.” Sun watched Blood Moon as he huffed and struggled the oxygen, groaning in pain as his eyes rolled back into his head, body shaking more and convulsing.
“Hands off!” Moon pulled Sun’s hands away and he carefully put Blood Moon onto his side into a recovery position, fingers careful getting frothy saliva from Blood Moon’s mouth once the seizing stopped.
“What’s happening?” Sun asked, voice a little scared. Would Blood Moon life past something like that in the state he was in?
“He had a seizure, probably from shock and blood loss. I need to get him upstairs and fix what I can. I need you to go wake up Solar.” Moon told him, sending Sun off.
Sun immediately ran upstairs to Solar, waking him up by shaking his arms.
“Huh? What?” Solar asked.
“Okay, Blood Moon is good. Moon told me to wake you up. I think he needs help fixing Blood Moon. He got mauled by wolves.” Sun quickly explained.
“Oh shit.” Solar groaned, unplugging from his charger and getting up, stretching and cracking his joints into functional order as Moon came up on his fly wire with Blood Moon in his arms, landing on the balcony. “Fucking hell!?” Solar exclaimed upon seeing just how injured Blood Moon was.
“In my room, now.” Moon dragged Solar into his room and Sun paced waiting. He was so worried about his little brothers. Sure, the gunshot was near the top of the list of worries but the lost leg was even more worrying, the blood loss.
It was sunrise before Moon and Solar came out, Moon carrying Blood Moon, who was awake and somewhat aware. Blood Moon’s eyes flashed red and pink upon seeing Sun and lit up with joy.
“We were able to fix everything but his right arm. It was numb and grey by the time we tried to fix it so we had to amputate it. The computer is working on prosthetics for him. For right now, he has guards on his connectors we put in so don’t cut or stab yourself on them.” Moon warned as he gently sat Blood Moon onto the couch, where Sun practically collapsed to hug Blood Moon.
Get stabbed or not, Sun was going to hug his little brothers. Blood Moon cuddled against him and grabbed on tight with their left arm, their remaining one until the prosthetics were finished.
“I told you, you’re safe here. Nothing will ever hurt you again.” Sun promised.
“We’re home.” Blood Moon whispered, eyes slowly shutting now that they were comfortable and relaxed, melting into the warmth Sun offered and Sun freely offered it.
Moon and Solar sat beside the two cuddling on the couch, making sure both of them were okay as the two waited for the prosthetics to be done to attach them.
Truly, Blood Moon was home. Sun would make sure of it.
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