Here's My Contribution To "Starlo Cant Say No"

IM ON ACT 2 OF IN STARS AND TIME AND I JUST BEAT THE KING YESSSSS

my friend just texted me this

no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder

Speed running to post the Last post of the old year

thinking about the fact that a lot of characters in saiki k is originally presented as a trope and a one dimensional character to make us laugh and slowly we see each of them grow to be so different from how they were presented, like nendo is a scary idiot but he actually is a kind person who loves his mom and would put his life on the line for anyone, and how kaido is an immature edgelord who actually is facing pressure from his family and is trying to explore his identity outside of being a former gifted kid, or teruhashi who is the perfect girl who is loved by all but she can’t find any value in herself if it doesn’t come from the male gaze and Kusuo who is presented as emotionless and hates people but actually loves his friends and does so many kind things because he cares so much about people even if he doesn’t show it

i was going for a feeling

a feeling i don't know

all i need is one single feeling

please i just need one single feeling

i'd do anything for a single feeling

anyone else load up the photoshop flowey fight just to feel something?

do u ever lose your mind over how, in one way or another, each element of this form ties back into who he is and why?

flowey's aim in this fight is to instill a terror in you that defies reason. he wants you horrified, out of your mind. trapped. stuck.

but above all, he wants you to feel HELPLESS.

what better way to pull that off than by using his own horrors?

flowey didn’t need to conjure up new nightmares; the ones that haunt him are more than enough.

those grotesque human eyes glaring down at you. probably the same eyes that once looked at him, filled with hatred and fear. the cold judging eyes that saw him as nothing but a monster, something to be destroyed—erased—for something he never even did. the vines, those long, suffocating tendrils, reach out to strangle you, replicating the suffocation of being stuck in a flower. and then there’s the tv head. the literal device on which his greatest failure can be played—REPEATEDLY.

this is flowey's desperate attempt to make you experience the same helplessness he’s known for so long. he didn’t choose this. who would? flowey was made into this, by forces far beyond his control, and now he’s lashing out because there’s nothing else left for him.

the fight is brutal. it feels impossible. hopeless. he succeeds, if for a brief moment, in making you feel powerless and at his mercy.

but... with whatever little strength you have left, you call out for help—just as he once did.

six times you do this. six times, help arrives.

how is that fair?

he begged for help too, but no one answered. nobody ever came. he was left alone, his pleas sinking into an unforgiving stillness

why wasn’t he worth saving?

the fight resumes and you get help a seventh time. seven times. when he couldn’t get just one.

you're saved. you get to walk away, victorious. whereas he is left, abandoned once again, in silence.

Flowey kills people because it gets him closer to the number 9, Chara’s favorite number.

He is trying remember his best friend in the only way that is meaningful to him.

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell