Jessie "Swaglord of the Universe" enthusiast

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posts about a comic called Idletry (***MAJOR SPOILERS***, FOLLOWING MAY RUIN THIS STORY FOR YOU)

pollinator dog -- specially bred, tiny dogs with 6 legs and wings used to pollinate flowers as a replacement for the anthropomorphization of pollinator animals. lepidog -- a butterfly dog. portmanteau of "lepidopteran" and "dog." butterdog -- another term for butterfly dogs. vespidog -- a bee or wasp dog. a portmanteu of of "vespidae" and "dog," despite the fact that most vespidogs are bees. vespidogs cannot sting, but they are prone to biting.
I'm on mobile but fiction is kind of just a vector for fantasies Idletry uses fantasy instead of fiction because it focuses on, thematically, loneliness and power fantasies to abet that loneliness A mass shooting for example, starts as a fantasy in someone's head before it becomes a tragedy, and I've mentioned before that Jessie's psychology was initially profiled based on school shooters who want revenge on their peers for being outcasts In this way the entire story can be interpreted as just a power fantasy in Jessie's head, which the story isn't shy about letting the reader know up front Whenever a character deviates from what she wants it's like a stray intrusive thought betraying her already wounded psyche to her Yet she can't replicate the sensation of real connection in the fantasy, she can't make real friends or simulate real love from her fake girlfriend Committal as a story which has to function in a different framework uses fiction as a vector to communicate fantasy, and because Legend can't communicate this fantasy with fiction because she can't write, she communicates it with what amounts to magic in their world used to force your personal reality onto others
Shiloh: ...Jessie, Jessie: heyyy, it's not 'God' for once! I like it. Shiloh: —..yeah. I know that I've asked a lot of questions about your powers— and I still have a lot more. A lot more... Jessie: right... Shiloh: —but that can come off like it's the only thing I care about. And- Jessie: yeah. It can. [walking in front of them, turning backwards to look at them while walking] but who can blame you, honestly? I mean, it's what I've got going for me. What else are you supposed to give a shit about? Who I was before I was a God?