Just A Lil Guy

Mentally I’m still here

The King and his Shadow

That sounded better in my head than it did on screen, but you’re getting it anyway :))

I have just a couple things to say about this.

1) My brother in Christ, you realize that Lambert is a fictional character, correct?

2) My brother in Christ, you realize that this pairing is TECHNICALLY not even canon, right?

3) My brother in Christ, you realize that me choosing a particular SKIN of a character does not change the actual character, right?

4) My brother in Christ, it’s FREE fanfiction.

5) My brother in Christ, it would have cost you ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to not leave this comment. In fact, you took the time to type this out, further impacting yourself and not me, correct?

6) My brother in Christ, you still READ the 10k word kinky smut all the way to the bottom just to leave this comment, correct?

7) My brother in Christ, you realize I have read the books and played the game AND watched Netflix and just chose the SKIN of Lambert I wanted, correct?

and lastly,

8) My brother in Christ, you realize the most “shallow and gross” thing here is you leaving a hate comment anonymously, correct? Say it to my face you flaccid fuck.

Anyways. The last thing I want to say is Netflix’s actor for Lambert, Paul Bullion, is an absolutely remarkable human being that I admire very deeply and would not have known about had it not been for the Netflix series. Just yesterday he competed in another triathlon to raise money for the Calm Zone, a non-profit that campaigns against “living miserably” and suicide. I want to believe that this commenter doesn’t have ill will towards the cast for working with what they had, but my brother in Christ, I took that as disrespect.

Also @just-a-himbo-and-his-feral-bard / @frecklesanddamane helped me write this fic so you’re attempting to insult her too and now we are laughing.

Shite like this is the reason I’ve not been posting on this account too much, which is a shame, because I actually post my writing and put myself out there unlike whomever decided to be the bastard bairn of an Anonymous Andy and Negative Nancy today.

Tokyo Cyberpunk showcases nightlife where clean streets are illuminated by neon signs tempting you into consumerism as a therapy for your alienation. It’s percieved cleanliness acts as a symbol where corporations justify their rulership through the illusion of social progress. The robot is friendly, companionable. Societal problems and capitalist contradiction are silenced and swept away without the common person knowing.