Terribly Abnormal About Robots

>Among the characters there are one or two White characters with minor and/or distinctly antagonistic roles.

>White tumblr users focus entirely on said White characters.

>Tag of Black led piece of media is filled with posts about White character(s)

uaaa i was very inspired by the notes.. you articulated my feelings in drawing such a creature with many bows quite well

Whyyy are they so cuteee

Plus a random close up N

From here (that N ^ from here)

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“Don’t you want to be in charge?” is EXACTLY what Cyn asked J to push her to start reporting back on the others and getting them into trouble whilst she got rewarded. And that’s all it took; Cyn never asked her to hurt them and bully them into submission that was all J’s idea. She craved that power and ran with it. Finally finally she’s the official boss of someone else and she doesn’t have to take abuse anymore, she can unleash it on someone else instead. No wonder her bosses used to threaten her, it feels good.

V had a similar reaction to being let loose. Cyn only forced her to ‘do her job’, to kill workers. She never asked her to toy with her victims and take giddy pleasure in doing it, that was all V’s doing. All those times she’s been told to shut up and keep out of the way have weighed on her for so long she just wants to tear something anything everything to shreds. She can laugh in their face and destroy things and no one will yell at her for it. In fact, she’ll be rewarded. And if killing is what she’ll be forced into doing for the rest of her life then damn it she’ll be happy doing it.

The sense of complete and utter loss of control is so palpable, you really begin to get this sense that you are incapable of saving the world so determined to continue on its chosen march towards death.

Choosing to prolong death for the cradles is tantamount to aiding in humanity’s slow suicide, but the choice to join ORCA and become a terrorist with personal beliefs only ensures that the innocent will suffer in equal measure with their bourgeois companions. You will always be condemned to make a living at others’ expense.

The only real path where you can effectively choose something for yourself is to join up with a homicidal maniac and kill more people than any human ever has in the history of mankind. It’s barely even your own action, a mission handed to you by a man willing to pay literal pennies on the dollar for each human life.

You cannot affect meaningful change without death when the modus operandi of your world is a mechanical body tailor-made to pull the trigger. You can only kill until you’ve convinced yourself that you have something to believe in.