copy-pasted of me rambling on discord (ā äŗŗā *ā Ā“ā āā ļ½ā )ā ļ½”ā *ļ¾ā +
For a bit of context, it is about my OC Luck, who is the oldest shipkid of my two Sans OCs, Threat and Revenge.
for some unknown reason i now associate my OC Luck with the song Love, Me Normally so some rambling
i think Luck would be a kinda popular kid at school in the way that she's pretty much friendly with anyone (as long as you're not clocked as an asshole of course) but she always felt that tiny, oh so tiny but yet so painful offset compared to others, in terms of ways to behave, feel, think. it's really tenuous but it's there nonetheless. and nothing to fix that. she first thought that the reason she couldn't be normal was because of her parents, because it's not like it's usual to have two ex-killers/morally dubious persons as parents. so she ressented and blamed her dads for making her exist. she never consented to be there, and with those settings, in the first place. of course it's not the core reason, but it kept getting unadressed, making this feeling worsen over time.
she'd cling so hard to that "popular kid" reputation and role as it is the only thing that makes her feel socially equal/superior to others. but one wrong step and it would be ruined forever. she puts one hell of a pressure on herself to follow the right path, sometimes playing a bit with danger just to be that one cool friend everyone wants in their team, to the point or lately, in her seventeens, she'd probably be the kind of person to come back home a bit drunk and with an aftertaste of drugs on the tongue.and of course seeing her in this state once in a while would worry her dads, especially Revenge since he knows well by experience the dangers of alcohol and drugs.
iiiii don't know if i'll make anything of these canon but i like how it can give her a more three-dimensional lore
she's not alone in this, she has her friends, but even with them she doesn't feel like she can connect as much as she probably should with them for some stupid she can't seem to put the finger on.
and she has the bad habit she inherited from Threat to hide when times are tough. so if you don't know her well, hard to tell things aren't so great for her.
every fricking option in any kind of social interaction feels like the wrong answer. like a school test except no answer is the right one because the way you write your answer sentence will never be good enough for the teacher.
