TL:DR: one’s deep rooted issues ain’t gotta be the worlds business, that’s straight Too.Much.INFO. Period. Non-debatable. The End.
This is YEARS, years & years of culmination of annoyance of cringery.
There’s a reason why your personal shit and your profession are separate, unless it’s a translated to artistic vision or proper storytelling. Example:
Example #2: Stan Lee, Brad Bird etc. a lot of what made their creations strike a chord in audiences (whether people know it or not) is BECAUSE instead of projecting a diaper fetish or Giantwamen- aka toxic feminist gynocracy propaganda/#misandrist male self-hatred fetish aka the “Bro needs a hug from his mother” Fetish.
Instead of that parenthoodfail crap, Bird & Lee inserted an aspect of their personal experience, not their skeletons (which is not our business), but **grounded, down to earth** portions of their life experience (within reason), in the creation process and actually made something good that’s going to hold up long after we’re all dead. (The Incredibles, The Original Spider-Man character)
There’s a BIG difference between that and: The Hoozuki no Shima story, where it didn’t need a 11 yr old kid’s ass put on display constantly (sexualized, naked, sexually exploited/exposed numerous times, pedobait both in and out of context) in order to tell a straight forward thriller story.
And as I stated in the video, it is NOT a doujinshi.
An X-Men spin-off comic where one of the characters were accused of liking “pee”, the liquid crap that goes in a toilet bowl, lmfao. I shit you not (X-Terminators #4)
The average Hero Wars advertisement (they’re just asking for a video)
Despite the contrary, none of this is really a big deal frfr UNTIL you realize the pattern, the fact that none of that fetish/cringe-coded shit enhances the story or characters in any way long-term. Literally, all examples.
Soooo all that shit just seals the deal that it’s just a bizarre method of forced self-vindication of some random that happened to write an episode.
Unnecessary projection coming from grown folk who shoulda been grew outta 95% of what they’re obsessed on, yeeears ago.
Now, I (depending on the context) 100% get wanting to immerse with what you’re working on (ex. Original characters), but art in general (especially intellectual property) isn’t about you, the writer.
There’s a big difference between Inspiration & self-INSERTION. Artistic translation vs Projection Sometimes what determines a writers quality, is what they choose NOT to put in the story, for the sake of the story vs someone making story decisions for their own kicks (ex. She-Hulk show) *Art vs Ego, where’s the line: Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.*
*[CAUTION]: Cringe Levels beyond safe parameters Issued by the CDC*
#supermanlimitbreaker #giant #humbled #superman #dccomics #alternateuniverse #lessermook
Try & picture it. Mile-High x2, a giantess npc if you will (*cringing 300%), yer size matches your ego now.
Amoral psychopath. Think you're invincible because of your size (until you inevitably starve to death, or suffocate from brain damage from lack of proper oxygen, & or die of dehydration anyway specifically because of your size... Oops?)
Then after you lay waste to millions for no apparent reason, out of fucking nowhere, like a genuine force of nature that makes your gigantism look like the handicap it is-
Dude comes along, mops the floor with you, minimum effort, severing your nerve endings at the speed of goddamn light by just flying through your skin, causing severe migraines by heat visioning various points of your brain organ, punches your jaw into splinters with a single love-tap.
The ground around you is turning into a landscape of hell every time he gets near you, sonic booms are going off in every direction like firecrackers, your ears are ringing.
And because of your size, you CAN NOT see him, it's like thin air is kicking your ass. Just a tiny red blur unraveling your body's motor functions like he's taking apart a Lego.
Your friend is convulsing on the floor with 4th degree burns, and there's nothing you can do about it. Powerless to help her let alone yourself.
After all that, are you still thinking you're some kind of bullshit goddess? Or shitting mountain sized bricks because you just got the reality check of the CENTURY?
And now you're going the way of Goliath and every Giant after him that didn't know their place.
You are big enough to cause sonic booms by moving your fingers through the air but is getting absolutely dominated in every conceivable way by a middle class News Reporter, who's about to reluctantly yet painstakingly erase you from humanity's list of immediate inconveniences.
Sad part is: If the girl wasn't already unconscious due to every bone in her body being broken, she'd wish she instead lived in a universe where she wasn't a psychopathic idiot who thought genocide was a fucking game- Perhaps another universe where she is sane, alive & the most of her troubles in life was getting a boy to confess his feelings to her, a kinder world, maybe somewhere out there that is her life.
-Multiverse is an ugly beast. Hellish fever dream.-Consequences.
