love the trope of being created for some nasty high purpose - You Were Meant To Destroy Them All™ - and the character instead finds empathy and hope. good shit right there.
Being obsessed with your own OCs but literally never creating any art or content for them is such a curse. You’ll be like “this reminds me of blorbo from my head :)”, and everyone else will just be like “? who thef uck”
I still can’t fucking get over how cetaceans adapted to spend their entire lives in the water and just never bothered to redevelop water-breathing. there’s motherfuckers who spend an hour or more diving and the evolutionary solution is just “breathe a lot on the surface and then lower your heart rate to a near-hibernation level while actively cruising the seafloor for stuff to eat”. totally insane solution to one of the oldest solved problems in biology
