never in life did i imagine that i would see this emotionally destroyed gremlin ass looking gay man and think he would become my #1 man in all of anime/manga.
what does this say about my mental state? fellow law fans please advise.
it’s not inherently mischaracterization to write hms gore what matters is the way you do it. gore is a tool that can be amazing or horrible just like any other depending on the execution. pun. gore is not necessarily more shallow than anything else. no one is going around saying ‘stop writing fluff that’s shallow and only meant to make you feel good’, so why does this apply to gore? if this sounds either biased or targeted, that’s because it is :)
less briefly:
yes, gore can stem from Nothing, or mischaracterization. it can also stem from traits that the character has.
sure maybe ‘soul STABS MIND 3000 TIMES IN THE CHEST because ???? uh why not’ is a bad usage of gore, but consider ‘soul stabs mind to punish him for doing something minor (because he is desperate for heart and mind to stop their fights at all costs, and feels as if he has no power, and feels as if the only way to gain power is by making them afraid of him)’.
maybe this doesn’t fit with your specific idea of soul, but there is still character depth there.
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what mischaracterization even MEANS is dependent on person to person, because, you know, PEOPLE GET DIFFERENT THINGS FROM THIS ALBUM, and they INTERPRET THE CHARACTERS DIFFERENTLY. additionally, what seems like ‘mischaracterization’ can just be what the author thinks they would react like when placed into a situation, which can be incredibly different from how they usually act! for example, both of my aus are based on how i think the characters would react whenever placed into situation x
(with maybe their characters tweaked a little, which is fine sometimes as long as you aren’t going to claim it’s canon. it’s fine to have headcanons. it’s fine to have different versions of hms(w) that aren’t specifically au. and people who are mad about it - which is a group that may include me, sometimes, i am aware - can be mad! and that doesn’t mean you’re wrong and that doesn’t mean you have to get out the ukelele and be like i’m sorry for having fun with the characters (when you Should be having fun with the characters and if you aren’t then maybe. stop?))
and in my aus they are incredibly different from canon hms! which isn’t a bad thing, it is the point!
anyway you aren’t morally bad for talking about the characters without cited sources. (the annoying part is whenever you act like you /are/ being objectively correct, and right about everything, whenever you’re clearly Doing Shit To Them (also sometimes maybe consider making an oc and whether that would be more fun than saying it’s hms. however you aren’t. morally corrupt. for not making an oc. it’s fine))
(again please don’t say people are morally corrupt for being wrong about the characters. they aren’t. it’s annoying but it’s not bad morally, and they don’t need to get hosed down for it. It’s Fine)
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again, compare ‘heart and mind snuggle and don’t argue ever because ???? why not’ and ‘heart and mind snuggle and don’t argue ever because they’ve resolved their conflict, and don’t feel like they need to anymore’ (an attempt to keep the level of fluff while adding a reason- though i admit i’m not good at writing pure fluff), or ‘heart and mind snuggle and don’t argue ever because they’re tired of the pain and want just one moment of peace’ (something more similar to what i write that keeps bittersweetness/tension there).
if reasonless gore is bad, why isn’t reasonless fluff bad? if reasonless gore is ‘immature’, then isn’t is reasonless fluff also ‘immature’?
sure, maybe one is less shocking or more to your tastes than the other: it’s fine to have preferences. what i don’t agree with is saying one is horrible and the other isn’t.
my opinion is that we should stop saying anything that one writes is morally bad: and if you want to anyway, just keep the complaining (because that’s what this is) to friends you complain with, or discord servers meant for complaining, or complain on your own blog without maintagging it, rather than trying to set these rules of what one should and should not write upon the entire fanbase.
thank you (i bow and leave the stage) (ALSO STOP ACTING LIKE IT’S NOVEL TO THINK THAT HEART ISN’T AN UWU BABY OR MIND ISN’T A DEMON IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE FANBASE WE’VE BEEN OVER THIS. WE WERE GOING OVER THIS LAST YEAR. I AM SO TIRED OF PEOPLE MAKING THESE POSTS AND EVERYONE CONGRATULATING THEM OVER IT AS IF IT’S DESERVING OF THE NOBEL PRIZE)
{i wasn’t? i wasn’t like this before? i was NOTHING before! a useless little facade of a devotee! at least now i can do something! i still shouldn’t fucking exist but at least i have a purpose! at least now i have..! now, i… i…}
soul looks around. there is something indescribable in heart and mind’s expressions, a horror and shock he hasn’t seen on them before, and he is aware that there is something he forgot. like whenever he would blink and, like he was waking up from a prolonged dream, realize he lost something of the last few days. but usually heart and mind aren’t in front of him, and usually they don’t look like…
whatever thought he was having, whatever he was saying to them, it’s slipped through his fingers before he knew there was something to lose-
he needs to say something. or else they’ll think he’s weak and then-
but they must already think he’s weak, right? look at him. there’s no way he can respond that perfectly matches up with whatever conversation they were having before,
[soul?]
{…stop looking at me like that. you don’t need to pity me.}
(soul-)
{you don’t! i’m not- i’m not so desperate i need your help! you don’t need to help me, so just stop it! get away from me!}
(and go where? soul, we can’t just get away from you. you’re our-)
{i’m not your anything!}
he turns around. his cheeks are wet and he wonders, how long has it been since he cried? and he wonders, did he know the answer before-
do you know the name of god? do you know it? is it somewhere, lodged between your teeth. could i pry it out? you would remember it, right. if someone had told you. if He had given His name to you would you give the privilege of saying it. would your voice lilt over the syllables? but, then. you shouldn't. it would be sickening, that sort of perversion, the kind of thing that simply shouldn't happen. there are some names that should never be said. there are some things that should never be stated out loud. i know infinity. it's longer than you think. infinity isn't a number. it cannot be quantified, and it cannot be explained. to Know it is, inherently, wrong. it's not something that should be known, really. it should be a concept and nothing more. and yet...
infinity is longer than you think. but i think you know it. i think if i looked i would be able to find it. tan ni: you know the taste of rot. i can see insects dotted, crushed, on the surface of your teeth. crushed, yet they still remain. you know the smell of ant blood - sugary sweet. sometimes you even take it as face value, because you don't care to ignore it. you take and you don't give. there's supposed to be a balance here. but you have never been one for hesitation or reservations, you just take and take and take, and it doesn't matter to you whether or not it's something that should be taken, something that would benefit you in the end, or even in the beginning. what i'm trying to say is that i think you would know the taste of divinity because it's inherently underwhelming. there is nothing to be gained from it. you take it, you fall under its whims, and you can do nothing about it. because you can't go back. you have a good memory, and we are more alike than we are different, therefore. infinity is the same way. what is divinity if not infinity? what is infinity if not taking, and what is divinity if not taking. this is the reason why i stare at your wings, closer to a perfect divine white than any other color, and i think - well, there are some things that shouldn't be said. not aloud, not written down, not typed, not carved, not-
you get the point, don't you? anyway, if i were to spell out my truest feelings without using stupid metaphors, i'd probably get dizzy from the sheer vulnerability, the sheer - audacity. i will speak in coded messages. the truth is divine and should never fall from my lips. if it did so, i would keep seeing the aftermath in mirrors, i would keep tasting it every time i swallowed - divinity is like blood in that you can't unspill it. in that when it's out it's out. in that it's not the kind of thing that should be spilled, in that i keep spilling it anyway, because that's the type of person i am. in that it stains your hands and all you can do is look down at them, and all you can do is remember it and remember it and remember it and remember it. you need to remember it, because it's what you need, and if all you can get is the aftertaste that's okay. you and me are alike - we take what we can get.
heart who can’t fall asleep because he’s too busy thinking about leather wrapped around his palm and his knuckles warming via his body heat and yanking the leash without warning and mind’s choked, almost desperate gasp and controlling vs being controlled and mind on his knees (for him, by him) and
heart who walks around feeling like the world is a lie fed to him. heart who clutches his pillow trying desperately to convince himself that it’s real.
heart who’s surprised everytime mind mentions something they used to do, and has to awkwardly laugh it off, wondering if mind’s playing a joke on him or it just happened in that fog of shit he can’t remember.
heart who begins detaching from his body everytime he hears soul’s trident against the floor.
heart who’s accosted by soul for being particularly rude, or questioned for how monotone his voice was, who just shrugs and goes ‘i was having a bad day’ while he can’t remember, while something in his mind itches like a scab.
heart who’s strangely smiley and touchy one day, wrapping himself around mind and making jokes until mind shoves him off with a disgusted look, and strangely scared and deferent the next, locking himself up in his room and responding to mind with two words max.
heart who, when questioned about the way he acts, says ‘you’re joking, right? i’ve always been like this.’ ignoring mind’s confused hesitance and the little voice in his brain saying ‘stop denying it’.
heart who defends mind from harm because their promise is important to him. heart who doesn’t hesitate to throw mind into the line of fire because mind should burn before him.
heart who tells himself he deserved every bad thing that ever happened to him. heart who loathes everyone who’s hurt him and constantly attempts to make up for it all.
heart who fights. heart who flees. heart who freezes. heart who fawns.
heart who reads half a book one day and the next wonders why he even bothered to pick it up.
heart who doesn’t know who he was yesterday.
heart who finds himself thinking of names idly - i’d like to be called tycho, or atlas, or soil - and discards them later because those names suck, and heart’s always worked for him anyways.
heart who cleans up his room in a frenzy one day, thinking resentfully - why do they give me all the work - and then wondering who they is, and then wondering who me is.
> You could write odes to smoke - its grasp around your neck, the burning of your eyes, the way it curled from the gap of your God's door. Does it matter? They dug a hole for the soot, buried it to hide the evidence of what they did, and now all those words are dead.
soul describes it soooo ominously but it was probably just like
(let’s burn some letters)
[…why?]
(you know why.)
[…okay. fine. let’s burn some letters.]
5 minutes later
[heart what the fuck.]
(why are you acting like it’s MY FAULT when i let YOU set it on fire because i wanted to be NICE and now the entire fucking room is burning down and YOU’RE just standing there)
[you are also just standing there. and all of this was YOUR idea, don’t act like it’s MY fault.]
(…)
(yeah well there’s still a fire.)
[you say while standing there. not doing anything about it.]
(hypocrite)
[well there’s all purpose cleaner. do you think that would help or …would it make everything worse?]
(how would it make it worse?)
[sorry i forgot i was talking to a stupid idiot. if this place burns down i will be lucky.]
[/unscrews the all purpose cleaner and upends it into the fire/]
[fuck.]
(ohhh so that’s how!)
[can you get water or a fire extinguisher or SOMETHING instead of being a miserable waste of space for once in your “life”.]
