Saving the monster is just as much of a power fantasy as slaying the monster.
Incidentally, so is being the monster.
Incidentally, so is laying the monster
jinako (real)
murasakist asked:
karna for the bingo
babyloniastreasure answered:
OH BLESS YOU FOR THIS
WE GOT BINGO LADS
all these squares and only one bingo but I’ll TAKE IT
bro. listen. Karna, right. like. dude
as with enkidu, we are not here for passionate essays about karna. however.
There’s nothing i don’t like about him. I fell in love the moment I saw him in Apocrypha, honestly. He’s a lancer, my favorite class, he’s no-nonsense and monotonous, a practical thinker and knows exactly the extent of his strength and potential. His design is both memorable and entirely ridiculous, given he’s just running around in some golden undies. That being said–Karna my beloved, why ? isn’t your butt cold? does the natural armor on your torso bend? does that fire-cloud you have burn people who get too close? You’re not even wearing shoes my guy. i love you so much
I’ve written about my interpretation of Karna’s character before, if you’d give that a read. it covers how he’s deeper than he seems, wasted potential, all that stuff
Personally I feel like I like Karna so much because aspects of myself and ways he presents himself are similar. not in a karna kinnie way, i am not literally karna, but in a “gee karna, I too dislike social interaction and take things literally. I understand how you operate and therefore emulate struggles through a similar lens as you might” kinda way. I’m also the oldest sibling with a heightened sense of competition, so. i get it
naturally he lives rent free in my mind heart and soul. i want to marry him, im absolutely mentally ill about him, and he’s never done anything wrong in his life.
toxic dysfunctional complex sibling relationships will always always be IT it'll always sweep it'll always top romance you can't undo a blood bond it'll always exist you can't unmake it it lives it lives you both breathe it and it lives even long after one or both parties are dead
this is why stories with compelling sibling arcs will always fuck you up irreversibly and in very specific way. it's like, you are my mirror you are my opposite you are my foil you are my blood i see myself through you i recognize myself because you exist and no one can ever destroy me quite the way you can.
when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest
Michelle K, I Know I Deserve More
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