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[yasemei]

I hope people dont take silver wolfs fate event description seriously and as an implication of her age because clearly theyre just referencing illya

while were on the topic people who think silver wolf is a minor seem to be a very loud minority, from my polls and various platforms ive surfed the general consensus is that shes an adult

in the end were likely never gonna get confirmed ages anyways the last time they did it with a playable character it made no sense

[typellblog]

The contradiction of Illya in Fate/stay night

Duality is at the core of Illya’s presentation in FSN. She displays both kindness and brutality, childishness and maturity, being at the same time Shirou’s younger and older sister.  This can lead some to the conclusion that she has two different personalities, but is that really true?

I would argue that what’s going on here isn’t a swapping between innocence and ruthlessness, but rather a juxtaposition – both present at once. In her first encounter with Shirou, she’s smiling sweetly, ordering Berserker to kill him in a sing-song tone. Many of her funniest moments are when she seems like she’s behaving and then casually says something insane.

Shirou is initially surprised by her conduct when he meets her during the day, but as she herself says, the rules of the Grail War are that it’s to be carried out at night. It’s not as if the sun going up caused her murder gremlin transformation to wear off – she would be perfectly happy to do all those things in the daylight if she had a good enough reason.

As a result, Shirou hypothesizes that she doesn’t know what she’s doing. She doesn’t really want to kill people, right? She seems so nice . . . (only Shirou would think this about someone who literally almost had his stomach removed from his body)

But after she kills Shinji and threatens Saber and Rin, Shirou realises that this behaviour isn’t inconsistent at all – Illya simply has no reason to believe killing is wrong in the first place.

Here, Illya is described as not seeing Saber as human because she’s a Servant.

But consider Illya’s understanding of the term ‘Servant’: something that belongs to her, stays by her side, and protects her. It's why she asks Shirou to become her Servant, and why she ends up developing such a close relationship with Berserker.

I think her attitude towards Saber isn't specific to Servants - she likely feels that way about most people.

There's actually a really simple explanation for this: almost all of the people she interacted with while growing up were Einzbern homunculi! The kind of person that you would be most justified in not considering a person. When you think about it that way there's a self-deprecating element to it, because of course she's aware that she's also a tool designed to complete the Third Magic.

Her intentions towards Shirou only make sense if she thinks of him as an object, rather than a person. Look at her room in the Einzbern Castle – it’s filled with dolls, and there’s a pretty strong implication that Shirou, tied up in a chair, is just another one of them to her. Her feelings for Shirou are characterized by her wanting him – and if she can’t have him, nobody can.

This initial mindset also explains some of the confusion surrounding her Bad Ends (I will touch on these in more detail in a later post).

 For example, when Shirou jumps in front of Berserker to save Saber, Illya is shocked and leaves, but in the Bad End where he runs away she happily goes ahead and finishes him off.

I think it’s clear that what she was surprised by was Shirou's willingness to sacrifice himself to protect Saber.

It can be interpreted as a flash of empathy from Illya - realising that Shirou has his own internal life and people he cares about beyond the role she slotted him into as ‘Kiritsugu’s stupid kid’ means she can't enjoy torturing him like she planned to.

Now, there is one respect in which it might be reasonable to argue that Illya adopts a different persona from normal.

For ease of reference, I’ll call it ‘Master mode’ and it happens when she makes a face like the following.

The furrowed brow and direct look are characteristic of Illya when she’s acting as a magus, and it’s striking to see her suddenly switching to this mode in the middle of a conversation.

In this mode, she’s capable of both being more demeaning towards others, but also much more formal, curtseying and introducing herself.

It’s important to note that in both cases, she’s talking about matters related to the Grail War and her position as a mage/Master. Indeed, the invocation of her family name is what gets Rin to react to her self-introduction.

This is intimately connected to her role as Master insofar as she’s a Master because she’s an Einzbern – another way of putting it is that she’s interchangeable with any other Einzbern homunculus besides the fact she’s a Master.

In this way the Einzbern name becomes totalizing and turns Illya into a tool.

Illya finds it easy to flip back and forth between Master mode, though. The moment when she threatens Shirou in the shopping district is only a moment, and she instantly goes back to how she was before once he agrees to go with her.

On the subject of how she was before, I suppose we ought to discuss what provokes this change in the first place.

In their first encounter in daytime, Shirou pushes Illya when trying to get her to stop, which results in her making this face.

This is her ‘default face’, the first one that comes up in the VN files.

Usually these portray a character’s default setting, when they’re not expressing any emotion in particular, but Illya is usually so expressive that this one comes off as quite cold in comparison.

Which is what it’s used for!

It comes up when Shirou asks her to stop being a Master, when Shirou ignores her just before she captures him, and when Shirou is about to decide whether he’ll let her stay with him or not.

And in many of these situations, it’s a moment of pause, where she shuts off her emotions before entering Master mode.

Looking at this, it seems clear to me that Master mode emerges here as a defense mechanism. Illya chooses to adopt a persona that’s colder, harsher, and less vulnerable that her usual mode of behaviour – one that she’s learnt as a response to painful situations in the past.

In other words, Master mode is just a mask that she will temporarily put on in some situations. The ‘real Illya’ -  if such a thing exists - is more aligned with her playful and less serious side.

On the subject of Illya's playful side, the fact that what provokes Illya initially is not anything Shirou said, but rather a physical action, is a motif that comes up a few times.

In general, there’s a physicality to interacting with Illya that isn’t there as much with other characters – for example, this sprite seems specifically designed so that it looks like Illya is close up to you and grabbing your hand, trying to drag you around, even.

Saber will get close but mostly just by zooming into her regular sprite. Illya will just directly invade your personal space. So sometimes, Shirou gets fed up and tries to push her away, as we have seen. He repeats this again much later in the dojo, and Illya briefly shows a frightened face.

Another more fun way in which a similar dynamic plays out is when Saber is chasing Illya and trying to get her off Shirou.

The sprites used tell a pretty clear story of Illya playing around, Saber trying to grab her, Illya being frightened, Saber going ‘oh shit did I just hurt this child’, and then Illya smiles like she’s having a great time.

Saber wonders if Illya was just faking her earlier fright, and as if to confirm her suspicions, Illya sticks her tongue out. And Saber’s back to impotently chasing her around.

Clearly, Illya is experimenting with boundaries. She’s not used to being physically close to other people, so she doesn’t know what the limits are, and she’s not used to other people using force on her either.

If anything, this reminds me of an animal that isn’t used to being around humans yet - Shirou even explicitly compares her to one.

This is around where it hit me that Illya isn’t human, exactly. Multiple times Shirou refers to her as a ‘winter fairy’, and there’s definitely something otherworldly about her.

Take the very first scene she appears to warn Shirou and then immediately disappear again. It feels almost like a dream, especially as the narrative transitions right into the next scene without referring to it ever again.

The fact that she’s the child of a homunculus isn’t what I mean by ‘not human’ – homunculi can clearly have a similar experience and range of emotions to humans. Her general strangeness is far more a product of spending most of her time alone and secluded inside a winter castle.

It’s part of the reason why Shirou gives her food in the first place. Look at what they’re talking about directly beforehand. Illya mentions that she was locked up in her room for a long time, so she wants to sneak outside now she’s in Japan.

It’s ‘she swings her legs and it seems she’s having fun just doing so’ that really gets me, though. Like, just that is enough for you?

From the beginning of the story, Illya is presented as both wealthy and powerful.

However, the symbol of that power, Berserker, caused her physical harm and was forced on her without consent.

Similarly, the symbol of that wealth, the Einzbern Castle, is used as a prison to keep Illya inside.

She seems far more authentically free when she’s living at Shirou’s place without any of those things.

This is the third of about thirty analytical essays on Fate/Stay Night that I will be reposting here (with significant edits) from Reddit.

I'm trying to move in roughly chronological order here, hence a lot of Illya's HF characterization isn't addressed yet, but I really like how she's portrayed in the Fate route as well, so this is a good start I think.

[yasemei]

hsr rin seems to be around 17-19

in her kuwsr sparxie refers to her as a woman but in the jp version of the same video she uses あの子 (anoko) which can be translated to „that child“, it doesnt always mean that but it is almost always used to refer to a young/younger person

the english,japanese and german (which are the languages I know) seem to exclusively refer to her with words that mean „girl, young girl“

also if I remember correctly in the previous collab archer referred to her as „little girl“ and in jp voice he used お嬢さん (ojou-san), this means „young lady“ but hsr usually translates this to „little girl“

anyways ill check these better when im home

and no im not obssesing over character ages because I want to police peoples fiction „morality“, these things simply interest me.

[monicahar]

in honor of hsr's white day post:

1:1 phainon's personality and mydei's appearance. if you've been finding the right time to watch fate, start on strange fake NOW

[02810y]

mushroom knight

[aventurineswife]

Hey.. hope you’re doing okay😊annnywho, if it isn’t any trouble, I would like to request a teen!reader (platonic ofc) with Welt, Jing yuan, Gallagher and Mydei where reader is like their right hand (assistant) or something similar to that and reader has been working hard to try and impress them and show them that they are capable of helping them, and in the process ends up overworking themselves to the point where they faint🫢thought of this request because I might’ve almost fainted while marching today but it’s all good😊anyways make sure you’re hydrating and taking care of yourself🙏🙏

“Until the Morning Finds Us”

Tags: Welt x Reader, Gallagher x Reader, Mydei x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Teen!Reader, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Overwork, Exhaustion, Fainting, Recovery, Mentor & Apprentice Dynamic, Gentle Scolding, Protective Mentors, Wholesome, Soft Angst, Fluff, Reassurance, Emotional Support.

Warnings: Mentions of Exhaustion and Fainting (non-graphic), Brief Overwork Themes, Mild Emotional Distress, Protective/Comfort Scenes.

A/N: I hope you are alright!! 😭🙏

The stars outside the Astral Express always seemed to move slower when you were awake at night.

Welt had once told you that wasn’t true — that time didn’t bend for sleepless minds, only perception did. Yet even as his calm, instructive voice replayed in your head, you sat at the observation deck again, eyes bleary, hands trembling over a stack of reports. You’d volunteered to take care of the logistical summaries, the maintenance requests, even the passenger inventory from the last jump. It wasn’t glamorous, but it mattered. And if you did well, maybe Welt would finally see that you could be relied on — that you were more than just a “young helper tagging along.”

So, you pushed through the drowsiness. The pen slipped from your fingers more than once, your handwriting faltering into a blur.

“Still awake?”

The voice came quietly, like the shift of space itself. Welt stood behind you, cane in hand, glasses glinting with faint light from the viewport. He looked tired — not from lack of sleep, but from that kind of old weariness that came from knowing too much.

“Oh, um—” you startled upright, nearly knocking over the tablet. “I’m just… finishing up. You said we needed to compile the data before morning.”

“I said we’d work on it together,” Welt corrected softly, stepping closer. “It’s three in the morning, [Name]. You should be asleep.”

You smiled nervously, rubbing your wrist. “I just wanted to… take some of the load off you, Mr. Yang. You always do so much.”

That earned a quiet chuckle. “I appreciate that. But overworking yourself won’t help anyone — least of all me.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your vision tilted. The world seemed to lose its balance, the gravity that kept you steady suddenly turning unreliable. You gripped the edge of the table, blinking hard, but the stars blurred. Welt’s voice sounded distant.

“[Name]?”

You collapsed before you could answer.

When you woke, the light was soft — not from the deck, but from the warm glow of a lamp. You were in Welt’s quarters, a blanket pulled over you. Your head rested on something cool and steady; it took a moment to realize it was Welt’s arm, as he sat reading beside you.

“Ah. You’re awake.” He adjusted his glasses, voice gentle.

You tried to sit up, but he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Easy. You fainted. March found us just in time.”

You felt the flush of embarrassment rush up your neck. “I—I’m sorry, Mr. Yang. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”

“You didn’t,” he said, setting aside the book. “But you did remind me that even the youngest explorers can forget they are human.”

His words were warm, laced with quiet fondness that didn’t need to be loud to be real. “Do you know what the hardest lesson I ever learned was?” he asked. You shook your head. “It wasn’t how to bear responsibility. It was learning to rest. To stop seeing myself as a machine of duty.”

You blinked at him, unsure what to say.

He smiled faintly. “You’re already capable, [Name]. You don’t have to exhaust yourself to prove that.”

“…I just didn’t want you to think I was useless.”

Welt sighed softly, his tone almost amused. “Do you think I would’ve brought you aboard if I thought that?”

You hesitated — then laughed quietly. “Guess not.”

“Good.” He stood, motioning toward the small table nearby where a cup of tea waited. “Now. Drink something warm. Then sleep. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Together?” you asked, still sleepy.

He looked back at you, eyes soft with a rare tenderness. “Together — after you rest.”

You smiled, finally letting your eyes close. For once, you didn’t feel like gravity was pulling you down. It felt… grounding instead.

The Cloud Knights’ Hall shimmered with evening light, golden beams dancing across banners and marble floors. The scent of sandalwood drifted faintly through the air. You had spent the past two weeks shadowing Jing Yuan — the Divine Foresight himself — as his assistant, aide, and, in his teasing words, “coffee-fetcher-in-chief.”

In truth, you didn’t mind. Serving under the Arbiter-General was an honor beyond compare. But that honor came with responsibility — and you had taken it upon yourself to perfect every detail. Reports filed. Scrolls cataloged. Messages delivered. You barely paused to eat.

That evening, the General’s office was quiet except for the scratch of your brush as you copied down orders for troop rotations. Jing Yuan sat at his desk, one hand propping up his chin, his eyes half-lidded as if he were lost between thought and dream.

“Your handwriting’s improved,” he commented lazily. “You’ve been practicing.”

You grinned. “I just want to make sure it’s readable for you, sir.”

He chuckled. “Mm. Admirable. But tell me — have you eaten?”

“Um… I had something earlier.”

“Earlier, as in today? Or yesterday?” His tone remained calm, but there was a glint of amusement — and concern.

You waved it off. “I’m fine, General. Really.”

Jing Yuan sighed softly, rising to his feet. “You remind me of someone,” he said, looking out the window. “Someone who used to push themselves past exhaustion, thinking diligence alone could change the world.”

“Did it?”

He smiled wistfully. “No. It only made them sleep for three days straight.”

You laughed, setting your pen down — and then the world swayed. The floor tilted. The ink blurred.

“General, I—” you began, before your knees buckled.

The last thing you heard was his voice, calm but suddenly sharp with worry: “Easy, little one.”

You awoke in a soft bed, the sound of rain pattering against the roof of the palace. The scent of herbal medicine hung in the air.

“Ah, so the valiant aide awakens.” Jing Yuan’s voice came from nearby, half-mocking, half-warm. He was lounging in a chair, hair loose, holding a teacup. “You gave the healers quite the scare.”

You groaned softly. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to—”

He raised a hand, silencing you. “No apologies. Only promises — that you’ll not skip meals or sleep for the sake of paperwork again.”

You frowned. “But I wanted to show I could keep up. You’re the General. You never rest.”

“Ah,” he said, leaning forward, his eyes meeting yours. “And yet here I am, watching over a stubborn child instead of working. Perhaps rest has its uses after all?”

You flushed, looking away. “You’re making fun of me.”

“Only because I care.” His tone softened. “You’ve done well, [Name]. Your diligence is noticed. But a true knight knows when to lay down their sword — and brush — to live another day.”

He handed you a bowl of porridge. “Eat. The war reports can wait. You, however, cannot.”

You smiled faintly. “Yes, General.”

As you ate, Jing Yuan leaned back, closing his eyes with that same serene expression that always made him seem half-asleep, half-smiling. “Next time, if you wish to impress me,” he murmured, “try staying conscious first.”

You laughed softly. “Deal.”

The Dreamscape's night glowed like stained glass — fractured, beautiful, and heavy with secrets.

You stood behind the Sweet Dream bar, wiping glasses beside Gallagher. The Bloodhound Family’s security chief had been uncharacteristically quiet tonight. Then again, he always was. His silence wasn’t cold, though — more like a steady heartbeat you learned to listen for.

You’d taken your assistant duties seriously — organizing patrol schedules, handling guest requests, even mixing a few drinks under Gallagher’s distant but watchful gaze. He never praised you openly, but his small hums of approval were worth every effort.

Still, fatigue clawed at your edges. You’d been on your feet since dawn. Your eyes stung from the bar’s soft, hazy lights.

“Slow down,” Gallagher muttered suddenly. His deep voice carried a subtle rasp. “You’ll drop that glass.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, forcing a grin. “I can handle it.”

“Mm.” He eyed you sidelong, his eyes catching the dim light. “You sound like I used to.”

You chuckled softly, trying to polish another glass — and the next moment, the world spun. A sudden rush of heat, then cold. The glass slipped from your fingers, shattering across the counter. Gallagher’s hand shot out, catching you before you could hit the floor.

“Hey—” his voice cracked through the haze. “Hey, kid. Stay with me.”

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you smelled was alcohol — the sweet, fruity scent of his special blend. You were lying on one of the lounge sofas, a blanket over you. Gallagher sat nearby, flask in hand, his expression unreadable.

“Back among the living,” he said softly, not looking up. “That’s good.”

You groaned, sitting up slowly. “I’m… sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to—”

He shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I should’ve noticed sooner.”

You blinked. “Noticed what?”

“That you were burning out.” His tone was gentle, but heavy. “You don’t have to prove yourself to me. Hard work doesn’t need to hurt.”

You fidgeted, staring at your hands. “I just wanted you to think I’m reliable.”

“I already do.” His lips twitched into a faint smile. “You remind me of myself. Young, stubborn, thinking if I just worked harder, the world would make sense again.”

“Did it?” you asked quietly.

He swirled the drink in his flask. “No. But I learned to make peace with it.”

He reached over, handing you a small cup of warm cocoa instead. “No spirits for you. You need rest more than ritual.”

You smiled, taking it. “Thanks.”

As the two of you sat in silence, the lights of the Dreamscape shimmered through the stained glass windows. Gallagher leaned back, sighing softly. “You did good today, [Name]. Just… remember. We don’t need martyrs in this family. Just people who stay standing.”

You nodded, sipping your drink. “I’ll remember.”

He smiled faintly. “Good. Now sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

The battlefield of Okhema was quiet at dusk — the war banners fluttering softly in the dying light. You’d been following Mydei for months now, serving as his aide. To you, he wasn’t just a warrior or prince — he was legend made flesh.

And you wanted to be worthy of that legend.

Every night, you cataloged supply reports, trained with the soldiers, mended gear, wrote dispatches. You refused to rest until your prince did — and he rarely did.

Tonight, you were repairing armor by torchlight when his voice broke the silence.

“[Name],” Mydei called, stepping into the tent. His eyes glowed faintly in the light. “You’re still awake.”

“I’m almost done, my lord,” you said, not looking up. “You need this ready for tomorrow.”

“You’ve been working since dawn.”

“I can handle it.”

He frowned slightly — a small furrow, but for him, it spoke volumes. “You think strength means never stopping?”

“I just want to help,” you muttered, stitching another strap. “To be useful to you.”

He stepped closer, his presence casting a long shadow across the table. “You already are.”

You froze — and the next second, the needle slipped, your hand trembling. The world seemed to tilt, your breath shallow. The firelight dimmed into nothing.

When you awoke, the sound of the fire filled your ears. You were lying by the campfire outside the tent, wrapped in a cloak far too large for you. Mydei sat nearby, sharpening his blade. His eyes flicked toward you as you stirred.

“Finally awake,” he said softly. “You collapsed. Exhaustion.”

You sat up weakly. “I’m sorry, my lord. I—”

He stopped you with a raised hand. “No apologies. Only understanding.” His gaze softened. “Do you know what my curse is, [Name]?”

You blinked. “Your curse?”

He looked toward the horizon. “Endurance. I cannot die, even when I wish to. I have carried that burden for centuries. But you…” He looked at you now, his voice quieter. “You are not meant to carry that curse with me.”

You stared at him, unsure what to say. “I just didn’t want to fail you.”

He smiled faintly — a rare, beautiful expression. “You did not fail. You fought your own battle — against exhaustion, against doubt. Now your victory is to rest.”

He handed you a small cup of warm milk. “Drink. Then sleep.”

You took it, your fingers brushing his gauntlet. “Thank you… for not being angry.”

“I am many things, little one,” he said, gazing into the fire, “but never angry at loyalty born of the heart.”

You smiled faintly, leaning against the cloak. “I’ll do better tomorrow.”

“You already do enough.” His voice dropped to a murmur, almost like a prayer. “Sleep. The tide will wait for us.”

As you drifted off, you thought you heard him whisper one last thing to the sea — a promise, or perhaps a memory:

“May the young never bear the weight of the old.”

[yasemei]

so I dont know if this means anything but some npc diagnosed silver wolf with npd and npd is usually diagnosed as an adult (a minor can get diagnosed if its severe,it also depends on the country but again if its severe)

now I dont think that silver wolf has npd and I dont think someone would casually diagnose a minor with a personality disorder, even if the person isnt an expert its common knowledge in psychiatry minors very likely wont be diagnosed with personality disorders unless its severe and silver wolf doesnt show any severe symptoms

theres also the fact npd is a very demonized and stigmatized disorder and people use the term wrong most of the time, but this npc said the whole „narcissistic personality disorder“, implying some psychology knowledge as most people dont even know „narcissist“ is a clinical/disorder term and didnt just label her as a „narcissist“ so it would be very strange for some stranger to just casually diagnose a minor with a personality disorder

they also have her look at skotts questionable stuff and I dont even think the texts confirm shes underaged to drink, it sort of also implies that she may or may not be drinking, drinking is bad regardless of age

in the end I think hoyo is just keeping it vague on purpose, just my take on this discourse idk if its on tumblr but still🤷

[yasemei]

so sorry but I have to do this again with the recent developments😭 I will prob do this a lot cuz my reddit posts get deleted🫩

my own opinion hasnt changed but still wanna see the general opinion

do you think silver wolf is an adult or a minor

adult

minor

Voting ended onJun 6

[yasemei]

@tanakasnipples march is not a minor, the way she adresses trailblazer in the jp dub suggests she is older than them

its also said that the dreamscapes in penacony are adult only so every character who was in penacony (with some exceptions) should be adults🤷

[kura-arts]

Nilou in traditional kazakh outfit!!

[yasemei]

new pfp new me♥️ ill miss kevin tho

[yasemei]

might as well do this with every character that has age discourse

do you think trailblazer is an adult or a minor?

adult

minor

Voting ended onMay 3

[yasemei]

doing this again not for any particular reason I just wanna see peoples opinions

do you think silver wolf is an adult or a minor?

adult

minor

Voting ended onMay 1

theres apparently discourse about this in some platforms💀

[cofitoffi]

Yuno, Envy Baby

[Reposted from my twitter]

[dai-mondai]

It's 2010, a 13 year old Haruka is enjoying being dotted on by his overprotective parents, who are growing worried about his handwriting. Yuno, a little 6 year old girl, is doing her first year of primary school, meeting new people and full of warmth. An enthusiastic boy is being picked up by his father from soccer, Fuuta, 11 years of age, having excitement in his life.

[hakunakii]

Filler post idk.. some pages from my sketchbook i like❤️ literally everything is from 2025 except the first pic

[blueepink07]

Yuno: her struggling relationship with autonomy

(character analysis)

One aspect I have always loved about media characters is their attempt to be perceived as mature, despite their young age. Some succeed, others struggle to hide what they see as their childish side.

Yuno is no different in this context and I'm surprised that people don't talk about it enough.

Beginning with her age 18, it's truly a controversial age, if I may say. It's a confusing age, because you are technically considered an adult, but, at the same time, your mind is not fully developed to actually be one. In the end, you are still a child at heart and mind, despite the fact that you are legally an adult.

We don't know much of her home life and honestly I don't think it would do any good for me to make assumptions, since it's pointless in the long run and it would just lose credibility. However, one thing it's for sure based on Yuno's actions. She desires autonomy.

Yuno: Despite that, you arbitrarily assumed things about me and sympathized with me. Even though all I did was make a rational decision of my own free will.

I'm the one who chose, let you and you and you all in ~🎵

She highlights quite a lot with these phrases… She chose for herself, she is an adult who willingly decided to partake in compensated dating. Being called naive or innocent, two words that usually are used to describe little children, surely infuriated her… and she shows it.

It's funny now that I think about it. Fuuta also has the same problem, but his reactions are more childish, in the end, not doing him any justice. However, Yuno is no different. Of course, she does it in a more subtle manner, but she really does get worked up quite a lot when it comes to her being perceived more as a teenager than an adult. Her whole song it's literally about this idea. Yuno being infuriated that she is infantilized by the audience, making a sad backstory for her so they can dismiss the idea that there wasn't necessarily a big factor that provoked her to partake in compensated dating, but it's only her own free will.

I might add that the compensated dating itself is a way for Yuno to feel that she has more autonomy and she no longer needs to be treated as a child.

"An adult is a human or other animal that has reached full growth.[1] The biological definition of the word means an animal reaching sexual maturity and thus capable of reproduction." ~ wikipedia

Moreover, even the media promotes the fact that sexual content should strictly be watched by adults. And Yuno does end up having sex during some of these dates…

And if this idea isn't convincing enough… I think that Yuno likes to partake in compensated dating, because she knows the clients don't consider her a child. They are interested in her, in a way that makes Yuno feel satisfied with herself (at least, for a short period of time, when she is in their presence) she feels grown up and mature. She also receives money for her services, providing her with enough financial resources for Yuno to consider that she finally managed to complete one of the first steps of adulthood, to be financially stable.

Doing something that is not really socially accepted, again, can be considered as autonomy, because you do not follow the same rules that the society obligs. Yuno knows how compensated dating is perceived, but she still does it, because she thinks this action provides her "warmth".

The "warmth" that Yuno speaks about is a vague term to describe her desires. Based on her interactions, I would like to think that this term refers to genuineness and mutual understanding. Yuno, in the first VD, describes the society as being a place where "everyone eats each other". People need to point fingers at others who made a mistake, who did something that's not socially accepted to make themselves feel better.

Yuno: That’s right. You know those people who just wanna convince themselves, so they intrude in other people’s affairs even though it’s not their place—I despise them. That’s what I was saying. They only do that to make themselves feel better, don’t they? Those people don’t actually end up doing anything.

And you know what is interesting? The fact that Yuno finds more closure being in the company of some murderers. Why? Because they can also be considered some outcasts of the society that she pretty much dislikes.

Es: However, it also explains why you’ve given up. About yourself, human beings, even the whole of society, you’ve realised everything—that’s why your expression is so cold.

Teenagers usually have little power in our society. They can achieve great things, but have to go through more hardships due to the limited freedom. They need an adult to actually help them. That’s just how society is built.

Yuno's distaste for the society can explain why she has grown so fast, or, at least, thinks that she has matured enough. She was tired of the society inflicting on her rules that she, as a simple teenager, had to oblige. So, going into Milgram, starting to hear people crafting a sob backstory for Yuno, treating her like a child, despite the fact she has already done a few steps in order to sustain herself financially and emotionally as a young adult, it's truly insulting.

Es: This is just popular belief, but the law is also something the people have decided. There’s nothing, which can satisfy every single human being, now is there?

Yuno: That’s right.

However, even after all these, that doesn't mean she doesn't actually struggle with this new found autonomy that she craves.

I actually think that this autonomy is the cause of most of her suffering.

As I stated before, compensated dating is something that she decided to partake in, in order to prove her independence. She thinks that what she has chosen for herself is healing, helping her. But, if it's that the case, then why do we have these scenes?

It's difficult to admit that one of your decisions was actually… Quite wrong. Especially, when it's one of your first one's as an official adult, in the very first stage of your life when you finally have enough independence.

“Cognitive dissonance is what we feel when the self-concept — I’m smart, I’m kind, I’m convinced this belief is true — is threatened by evidence that we did something that wasn’t smart, that we did something that hurt another person, that the belief isn’t true,” said Carol Tavris, a co-author of the book “Mistakes Were Made (But Not by Me).”

She added that cognitive dissonance threatened our sense of self.

To reduce dissonance, we have to modify the self-concept or accept the evidence,” Ms. Tavris said. “Guess which route people prefer?”

So which one does Yuno prefer? To convince herself that what she is doing makes her happy.

Yuno: Despite that, you arbitrarily assumed things about me and sympathized with me. Even though all I did was make a rational decision of my own free will.

Yuno: I’m not pitiable. My family gets along super well. And I’m not particularly struggling for money. I decided, of my own free will, to do it because I felt that it was necessary for me.

Sometimes, considering how many times she mentions it, for me it feels like Yuno tries to convince herself that what she is doing is good for her.

But you know what is funny to me?

She is good at making herself enjoyable for others as well as giving somewhat good advice:

Mahiru: My birthday…… the day I was born……But was there really any reason for me being born? Lately I’ve started to wonder that. Do you ever think about stuff like that, Yuno-chan?

Yuno: Eh? Not really. I mean, Mahiru-san, you’re really the romantic type, right? Not that I have anything against that. But isn’t it a bit much to think that everything in life has a meaning? If it makes you happy to think like that then go ahead, but if it doesn’t, then isn’t that in itself meaningless?

Mahiru: : ……you might be right. I’ve always just lived my life like this, so I don’t really know.

Yuno: We’ve all just gone through a bunch of things in life that happened to lead us here. It’s nothing more than a coincidence. Definitely not fate or anything. Probably. Even if there isn’t a meaning, you can still be happy that it’s your birthday. That sort of thing’s all you need in life really. So happy birthday, Mahiru-san.

Mahiru: ……no, I’m fine. As long as I don’t move too much I don’t even feel any pain. Sorry for making you worry.

Yuno: Oh, really? That’s good then. Mahiru-san, if there’s anything you want then just ask. It’s not like it’s a huge burden, I can just ask for it along with my own stuff.

Mahiru: Ok…… I’m fine for now. Sorry, for making you worry. Ah, Yuno-chan…… Today’s your birthday, right? Happy birthday.

Yuno: …Haha, thanks. Thank you, but y’know. Is it really ok for you to be saying that to me when you’re in that situation?... you really aren’t suited for Milgram, huh, Mahiru-san.

Amane: What is it… Kashiki Yuno. Don’t sit so close to me. Go away.

Yuno: Sorry for barging in when you’re getting into your worldview thing. But Mahiru-san’s finally managed to get to sleep. Humour me with some small talk while I take a break. By the way, Amane. Have you ever wished you were never born? I’ve thankfully lived a pretty fun life so far, so haven’t really. But you seem to be struggling with something. So I kinda wondered if you thought like that.

Amane: ……I don’t think that. Being born into this world is the first miracle any person experiences, and is something to celebrate. Even if after birth I was put through trial after trial, the value of that will never disappear.

Yuno: Hmm. Ok…happy birthday, then. It’s good that you were brought into the world, I guess.

But Yuno has a big, and I mean a BIG tendency to self-destruct, not intentionally.

Wanting to be independent comes with its own downfalls. At the beginning of the trial, Jackalope states that Yuno has distanced herself from social interactions. So much so, that we have never seen her actually confiding to someone else, in any of the portal timeline translations. She might have her reasons, either minimizing her problems, and using her energy to help the ones she deems to have worse than her, or, this is simply her nature to bottle up her own sadness. This again might also be the cause of her wanting autonomy and proving to herself and others that she is mature enough to manage her emotions.

Not confiding in someone else for a long time can cause depression. Something that Yuno might be struggling with during trial 3 or she is already struggling with it a bit.

Furthermore, it's interesting that Yuno admits disliking behaviors that she deems childish. For example, she doesn't like the way Haruka and Muu behave, because they are ignorant of the problems in prison and have a really childish way of thinking. Amane's hate towards Shidou, might be often wrongly interpreted as a simple child's tantrum. Kotoko's actions, responding with violence to violence, it's again, an aspect often deemed as childish and immature.

Yuno: Really? If you ask me, Kotoko is someone I would never want to make my friend, though. She’s the type who picks a conclusion from the very beginning and won’t actually talk with you.

Yuno: Well, I guess it’s arbitrary who one gets along with. But Mahiru-san in particular is something. I think both her body and mind are at their limits. Also, Mikoto-san was also attacked but apparently it ended up in something of a draw. That guy was strong, huh—how unexpected. Also Haruka and Muu-chan have become kind of bothersome. And additionally, Amane-chan and Shidou-san too, huh.

Lastly, her second MV also shows her desire of autonomy in Milgram, not only through lyrics, but through visuals too.

Beginning with her door, it looks a lot like a medieval castle door.

Her room, the way it is designed, especially the bed and the chair, also resemble a princess' room.

However:

Despite the important role that princesses played in courtly life, they had limited personal freedom. They were often kept under close guard and were rarely allowed to leave the palace or castle where they lived. This was done to protect them from danger and to prevent them from engaging in political activities that might undermine the authority of the king or prince.

Medieval princesses had little to no autonomy most of the time. Their life was dictated from the start, having the only purpose to be betrothed and give birth to children.

That’s why the design choice is intentional. Yuno feels like a princess trapped in her pretty room (the MV is quite claustrophobic, the only outside elements being a few memories), exposed to the world (the many windows imply this), the voices that keep demonizing her.

That’s why the scene where she starts breaking things in her room is so important. It serves as a sign of rebellion, to show that she is not the perfect, helpless princess that people like to portray her as. She is an adult who makes bad or good decisions, who thinks for herself. She is proud of her autonomy and is tired of constantly proving to others that she is not capable of taking care of herself.