it's such a masterclass in subtle character building tbh. like obviously they can't make azem too overt in their actions and the fact that they didn't join venat either makes them ambiguous enough that the player can project and think "hmm what would my azem do" but it also gives them a pretty solid idea of where azem stood and what they did. the player can still decide why they did it but it's still open ended enough. azem you will always be famousssss

and you the player? you are haunted by the actions of your old self. almost everything in ffxiv would be different if azem hadn't done what they did. if they weren't the person who they were. but who are they? i don't fucking know. nobody does. that's for you to think up in your own mind. honestly i don't think squeenix gets enough credit with how well they handle the self inserts aka wol and azem. they both have a set list of characteristics and embody certain values but it's kind of up to you as the player to decide why and how they do that.

Wild how abusive artists like Micheal Jackson can have biography movies made and not a single mention of accused abuses or the subsequent trials will be mentioned.

With a satisfied smile, the blogger lets their brain return to a warm and gentle B-mode where criticism of any other celebrity does not exist, because the blogger’s favorite singer is the One True Celebrity. The blogger need not read the vast amounts of criticisms of the latest Michael Jackson biopic. The blogger need not pay attention to any post not tagged with the name of their One True Celebrity.

One day, the blogger knows, they will receive their Eternal Reward for being a True Fan of the One True Celebrity and defending her from all the blind, sexist sheep who only pretend to care about the climate and immigrants and the normalization of fascism and racist dog whistles and stopping the onslaught of end-stage capitalism so that they can dunk on a beautiful, white, innocent, frail little flower of a woman who needs the protection of someone Chosen - like the blogger.

With a self-satisfied smirk, the blogger returns to their Matrix-style sleep pod filled with pony beads instead of slime and hooks themselves in, returning to a slumber that will power Taylor’s personal vibrator until the next Google Alert wakes the blogger for another round of defense. As the blogger drifts into slumber, their eyes fluttering, Taylor’s voice can be heard, praising the Chosen blogger’s efforts, her beautiful, melodic voice line only interrupted by the customized name portion which sounds like the CVS phone voice:

“Thank you, [Pleasure Wand Power Unit 758]! You sure did a good job [defending my friendship with people who run concentration camps]. Don’t forget to buy the seven new re-releases of my last twelve albums in special edition cases! My honeymoon isn’t going to pay for itself!”

 A clothes-less fursona is just a funny animal, but If your fursona only wears a shirt, it becomes more evident that they aren’t wearing pants.

like. genuinely. you shouldn't be seeing ads. philosophically speaking. aesthetically speaking. psychologically speaking. you MUST remove them from the spaces that you consider *yours*. imagine some dropshipping company came up to you and went "hey can we put these ads all over your home so everywhere you turn you'll be seeing an ad for us?" would you let them?? FUCK no you wouldn't.