Fiction isn't real

Specifically, Dustin's comment about "always watching, eyes hateful"

Before I connected the dots on Wayne being who Dustin was talking about, I fully bought into the idea of Wayne being this cool, collected, patient, and reliable "guy".

Our first moment of seeing him/it loose control of its emotions is when we sacrifice our years to the spirit.

As we progress through the story, we begin to see more and more of Wayne's worst personality traits. Especially when things don't go its way.

You could be forgiven for buying into the "guardian angel" shtick if you're doing a more isolated playthrough, but have Stella or Reese around? He will openly show his ass by attacking Stella and threatening Reese.

More than being callous or patient, Wayne gives off the vibe of a hateful, controlling, manipulator who is desperately trying to hide that he's about to snap.

When I bring this up, people usually point to Sybil's comment about Wayne not being two faced. I don't think Wayne is intentionally two faced, as much as its subconsciously trying to win us over and feels it knows best.

When we like someone, we tend to put our best qualities on display in hopes of impressing them but that doesn't mean we're being two faced in the way people associate with that phrase. We also tend to be more positive or pleasant around our crushes, regardless of any other traits. This is especially true if you're attention starved and don't have many/no connections.

I believe that no matter what it tells you, the Entity's worst traits are being a hateful, manipulative, jealous, judgemental, egotistical, and exceedingly lonely individual who feels entitled to some form of a relationship (platonic or romantic) with the MC.

From its perspective, its a being of immense and unfathomable power that was tricked, broken apart, and enslaved by lesser beings to do their bidding. Decades of isolation and being given hosts who didn't want it; why wouldn't it be hateful? Why wouldn't it feel like it was owed a relationship? Why wouldn't it think it always knows best and manipulate you to think it does to?

Why wouldn't it see your other relationships as a threat and be hateful towards them?

When you've been as alone as the Entity has, you get obsessive and possessive of whatever connection you have. Because its had everything stolen from it, the Entity worries that the mc is going to be "stolen" from it too.

Plan to draw him with a guitar, haha

　Request: “if you drew soft Nathan trying to relax on his bed holding a whale plushie he usually keeps hidden or something I'd probably pass out”

　I like the thought of Nathan having the Fahlo whale tracking bracelet/plush so I gave him both (so he can track two whales haha get it)

Anyway I tried drawing him w the shirt from his bed and messier hair like in concept art so I hope it still resembles him,,, 😭😭

　Okay so um,, took a longer break than I thought; a lots been going on and I was in a prettty bad hole so I apologize for the vacancy,,,, ;-;

this was inspired by a dream told to me by @thaismarendaz and I really felt like it was something Nathan would also experience, so this short one-shot is what my brain came up with! no ships in this one. enjoy <3

It was nighttime.

Nathan wasn't sure in the sense of the time or where he was; it was more an omnipresent knowing that permeated through him.

The sky was inky black, the kind that pressed down like a book-weight on a loose stack of papers. His usual loud mind was empty of its usual buzzing pests, though. Instead, what he felt inside was a striking hollowness — like looking into the eyes of a taxidermied animal.

Where the hell was he?

And then, from the dark, foggy landscape: light. A crimson glow. It pulsed in time with his heart beat, as did his breath. He was breathing heavily.

Thump. Thump.

It was a fire. He was walking along a beach. Arcadia's beach? He wasn't sure. It looked familiar yet distant at the same time. The pale orange spotlight of sand became closer before it became farther — a tricky oasis in the dark desert of night.

His feet brought him forwards — he was a ghost tethered to the will of an unseen force.

There were people there. Friends, sitting in a circle around the fire. Victoria, Hayden, and some others from the Vortex Club. Logan, holding a beer. Even Rachel with a cigarette dangling from her upturned, soft-looking lips.

They were laughing. Saying things. What things? He couldn't hear them.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Zutara Week 2020 Day 4: Celestial

“When the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in the garden…”