unpopular opinions

Do you think people are too sensitive? Or that Superman isn't so super? Think cats aren't cute? The Beatles are overrated? Love pineapple on pizza? Maybe you just don't like chips rly. Even the best of us have some controversial opinions. Let people know what a monster you are.

top level

with your characters’ unpopular and/or controversial opinion. Or share few of them at once. In person or via text. Prepare for disagreement.

comment

to tell them why they're wrong, validate a kindred spirit, or just troll them for caring about such a silly-ass thing in the first place.

[ blank top levels will be deleted.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I don't know if that's..good.

That's okay. There's probably lots of stuff you don't know!

So, if you don't know what you're talking about, it's probably better to to just not think about it too hard~ ♪

If that counts as not knowing something, I guess it's good for me.

[ the idea of being 'owned' has its ups and downs, she thinks. on one hand, no real sense of self. on the other..no real obligations. hmm. ]

I like doing things on my terms so I guess being owned is bad.

"On your terms", hm...?

But is that independence really worth it? The world is a dangerous place, y'know~... If you were to be kept by someone who was strong enough to keep you safe and sound for the rest of your life, wouldn't it just be better to submit yourself to them, and let them handle everything?

You don't want to die, right?

I like to think I can take care of myself.

[ she sort of has to. there's no real 'relying' on someone in it. ]

Besides, putting that kind of burden on someone seems unfair. The whole ordeal seems unfair.

[ however, the question catches her mildly off guard. you don't want to die, right? ...difficult to say. no? yes? maybe so? it's a complicated answer. ]

Depends on when you ask me.

Are you really strong enough to do things on your own? Or is that just your pride talking?

Either way, I think you should just be grateful if you find someone who is willing and able to protect you. Who cares if it's unfair or not?

[Alec watches her expression with interest.] Well, let me ask you a different way, then. Do you value your life?

If someone else sees more value in your life than you do, what's wrong with handing it over to someone who'll appreciate it more?

I don't have any pride. [ ..was that..too blunt? ]

Er..I mean, I know I'm capable of it since I had to be.
I'd rather do the protecting than be protected.

[ ah. ]
Value in what way? If someone can find value in it, I'd ask them how they managed that.

Sounds pretty fuckin' ass to me. You'd be better off dead.

But why? [He's genuinely curious!]

Is there something wrong with someone being owned by a super nice guy like me~?

[ ..._freak. ]

Besides the fact you're on the spectrum? [ Derisive snort. Asking like its no big deal. ] Doesn't matter how nice you are, retard. People don't own people.

Haha, you're pretty annoying! People will hate you if you talk like that, y'know~

Is it possible that you only think the way you do because no one would want a useless loser like you to belong to them anyway?

Maybe it's you who should die.

T'ch. If you're 'people'...

[ Not even bothering to finish. Double-takes, furious enough to shoot the ugliest sneer. ]

!! Dipshit! Are you stupid? --I don't want to belong to anyone! [ Full-bodied hackles on red alert, his ear tickles in delay. Was that a fuckin' threat. ] Do you want your ass kicked??

Mmrh..... Yup, that sounds like something a lonely reject would say~

[He cants his head to the side.] Do you really think you can manage to do that? Okay- if you think you can hurt me, give it a shot.

But don't be mad if something bad happens to you, instead...

Eat shit and die.

[ Crooking his brow, he spits his cigarette and stomps it out for emphasis. ]

Pickin' a fight with a guy twice your size. [ What-ever. Mo doesn't try to get in streetfights like that anymore, but the fuck's begging for a bloody nose. ] Okay, shithead, ya got it.

[ There is no posturing. Shrugging off his work-shirt, he tosses it over the bike-lock railing and rushes the dirtbag, a clean fist to the jaw. Nothing fancy or cute. ]

[Wow, this guy's just gonna charge at Alec head-on like that? So he's really underestimating Alec after all, huh! At first Alec was just going to toy with the stranger a little and move on, but now he's got no choice but to prove a point on behalf of short dudes everywhere, right? Something about books and covers... Ah, whatever- honestly, Alec just wants to fuck with him because it seems like fun!

In a maneuver that manages to be both fancy and "cute", Alec suddenly flips high up into the air with all of the grace and agility of a psychotic flying squirrel and wraps his strong, muscled thighs around the stranger's neck. Gripping the taller teen's hair, the result is basically... that Alec shoving his crotch into the guy's face.]

How about you suck my dick first? ♥

[He doesn't stay balanced upon his perch for long; going to dismount with a flair as he swings around and flips back down onto his feet. Maybe that'll teach him to be a little more creative with his attacks from now on?]

[ A switchblade, o-kay? At most, he anticipated a glint of steel, the courage behind mouthy Short Dudes Everywhere ^TM; periphery trained on those hands for the predictable, underhanded motion except(?) the nutcase flings himself skyward-- ]

Wha--mhhn. [ Knees buckling, Mo stumbles wildly on impact and nearly timbers, flailing hands zeroing out his balance through sheer persistence. A flush washes down his neck, shock smothered by a fiery disgust when he grabs at those thighs to dislodge the leech, or bodyslam, whatever it takes to break his jaw. Too abruptly the weight vanishes. Shoulders forward-set and off-center, his palms fall upon into the bicycle rack and he glares at his clenched fingers, embarrassed. Swinging back around, he makes a show of wiping his mouth and hocks one out upon the sidewalk, an artificial swagger once he steps forth. ] Pervert. Oii, what are you, a circus performer??

[ Accusation, and question. Because this isn't an anime. Guys don't fight like that out here! ...not that circuses tour the area willy-nilly, but he's at a loss for jobs that involve acrobatics. ]

Haha! [He laughs at the over-the-top display of disgust.] Are you sure I'm the only pervert here~?

[Perhaps he doth protest too much! Or Alec is just a maniac who assumes everyone likes sex as much as he does. Regardless, he replies-] Don't be silly~... Of course I'm not!

I'm just an assassin, is all. [He says this casually, in the same tone that someone would mention working at Denny's.] What about you?

Big oafs like you are usually just regular thugs, right? Not that that's a bad thing. I actually like your type, since you're so easy to understand!

[ Won't even dignify that! ]

Just shut up.

[ ...A tumbleweed may spontaneously materialize for how underwhelming his reaction, stare cool, awaiting the punchline or a clarification. Er, stunt double? Maybe? The little shit isn't butt-ugly, so he could pass in the movie industry, may also justify the cocky eccentricity and clownish get-up. If he's waiting for Mo to freak, he'll be waiting a while since he isn't especially invested in the creepy stranger.

Even intended as an insult, said thug simply scoffs and scratches the back of his neck as his gaze wanders to the work-vest. How did he get tangled so easily in street drama? This is precisely how he lost nearly every one of his jobs historically, somehow tripping back into old habits and ultimately shooting himself in the foot. ]

Not really. [ Not anymore. He finger-hooks the vest hem and slings it over his shoulder as he shrugs his disinterest, jaw gritting against the elastic urge to snap back. Sucks down and holds his breath, releasing the tension when he exhales. ] I'm nothing, just a guy on break wasting my time. You win; I can't beat an 'assassin'.

[ Is his tone dripping with enough mockery or--? ]

FYI. Don't ask questions if you already decided the answer.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only