May be a lil controversial, but the more I think about it, the more I dislike the main kids jumping timelines towards the end of Tokyo Soul. And I don't mean at the very end to "save" Taurtis (though I do have issues with that too), I mean before, when they first find the Necronomicon, and it immediately sends them to a new timeline.
I don't like it because any and all plotlines/character arcs that may have been planted or being developed from the original timeline basically mean nothing. Dom went from a bully to a homeless kid to one of the Trio's Ride-Or-Die. He was "Dom-WOW". But in the new timeline, he became "The Dastardly Dom-Rao". Everything about his old variant meant nothing as we were forced to be stuck with this new "villain". Then he dies almost immediately.
And then at the very end, when the go to get a new Taurtis, suddenly, nothing mattered. Geode maybe being an Alien? Nah, he's a human in this timeline and that's all that matters. Invader's obsession with Sam? Nah, this new Invader hates him. The Superhero stuff, as strange as that was, it still sucked to see it just go away. Even the Clone stuff became less important until it was ultimately forgotten about.
(I'd mention the fact that the Yakuza is supposedly supposed to be hunting them down, but that was forgotten about like as soon as Tokyo Soul started soo..)
Though a lot of this seems due to the fact that it seemed like they just wanted to end Tokyo Soul as soon as possible. I dunno tho, just some hot takes I guess
I always liked the idea that Dom stopped being a dick to Sam after the genderswap arc, thinking that Sam was just another hurting trans kid. It's one of the only scenarios I think Samrao *could* work out.
little drabble below the cut feat. Dom's abuse, Invader, and trans solidarity.
The smell of cheese permeates the house. Dom's dad wears it like perfume. His old man is crunching doritos between his teeth, and in the back of his mind, Dom wonders how he ever found someone to make love to when his beard looks more yellow than black from cheddar. That doesn't matter, though, because at the front of his mind is getting to Invader's.
Prying open his window's latch, Dom slips into the cold night. Moonlight sets him ablaze with silver as he drops onto wet grass. Dom jumps to his feet and starts running, even though he oughta be taking it easy after a good ten hours in his binder.
Streetlights hum with static. He'd spent a day dealing with Samantha's bullshit, and then his dad's, and Dom wants nothing more than to collapse in bed. The only thing worse than further ruining his sleep schedule was the smell of doritos, though, so he hauls himself to his feet. His dad is a prick. Completely unable to separate work from home life. Nonetheless, he would rather hear about his father's work problems, because otherwise his problems were with Dom, and that train of thought had left him mottled black-and-blue under his collar.
His heart thuds in his throat. As Dom increasingly becomes known, he's got more eyes on him, and his father knew that too. The man pulled back. Dom's subconscious thanks him sweetly, praising his father for not beating the shit out of him, and Dom's self-hatred grows a little thicker. Invader says he's always had a heart, even for those who really don't deserve it.
Dom rounds the corner and comes across a large house. Warmth pools in the doorway, a stark contrast to the biting, icy night, and the big body of Blart staring at him from the window isn't enough to dissuade Dom. Invader loiters in the doorway. She smiles as he hurries up the steps, panting, and pats him on the back with her equally big hand. Dom yearns for her genetics. He wheezes out a greeting in reply. Invader might have gone too hard and too fast for Samantha's heart, but even then Dom still thinks she was crazy to turn down Invader. She is really hot. So is the house. It beckons him, and Dom happily enters.
"What's the deal?" Invader asks. She guides him to the kitchen counter and sits him down in a chair. His back hits ribbed wood. "You sounded distressed."
"I think I'm T-for-T," Dom replies glumly, and Invader huffs out a laugh.
"Me too, bitch."
"Samantha is a fucking ass," he carries on, "But there's something about her in a dress. And Grian got real pretty too as soon as I saw his binder. Shit, Invader, what the fuck."
She waves her hand. "We feel safe with eachother. We don't get that feeling a lot. It's nice. What's the problem?"
"It's fucking Sam!" Dom retorts, sounding strangled.
"It's fucking Sam," she agrees. "Welcome to the club."
my confession is ive been trying to watch yhs but have stopped for four weeks on ep 11 because im writing fic and dont want spoilers and im losing sight of the characters and what theyre like at this point in the series but i cannot put myself through the first several eps again because they are SO SLOW. and its driving me insane.
also at this point i feel like invader is worse than sam (morally) and im really waiting to see when that flips so severely since people seem to like her a LOT more than him.
is this even a confession. delete it if its not i guess.
