𝑫 𝑨 𝑽 𝑬 ◦ 𝑴 𝑰 𝑳 𝑳 𝑬 𝑹

𝐎𝐎𝐂. ) It's not a new thing, but it doesn't mean it's an accepted thing either. I don't think that's an excuse for your portrayal, and I find it very telling that rather than apologize you see fit not only to justify your portrayal of a frankly disgusting character -

𝐎𝐎𝐂. ) I am going to speak from the perspective of someone who is not only a POC, but also a gay man myself. I am greatly disappointed to see that there are people who think that it is okay, on any level, to portray a character from Bluey Capsules.

They stopped at the threshold, the cone of the flashlight cutting across warped metal and flaking rust. Whatever lay beyond the doorway was swallowed in a thick, impenetrable black—no depth, no shape, just the kind of darkness that felt like it could breathe back at you. c.

𝐎𝐎𝐂. ) I wanted to take a moment to explain why I stepped away for a bit and then returned. It wasn’t due to a loss of interest in my character or writing, but rather a feeling of disconnect from the community. c.

He caught the hitch in Arnold’s breath before he heard the falter in his steps—a quiet stutter of motion that spoke louder than words ever could. Doubt. Distrust. Fear. His eyes flicked to the flashlight in his hand—not out of need, but habit. c.

“They always try to understand me. That’s the first instinct. It’s adorable, really! Like picking apart a clock they’ve never seen before—tugging at the gears, tracing the wires, asking questions in soft voices like it’ll make the monster go away.” c.

“Sorry? No, no—don’t be ridiculous. There’s nothing to be sorry about. I enjoyed our little arrangement while it lasted—truly, I did. But let’s not pretend I spared you out of sentiment. I wasn’t aching to play pretend and relive the past.” c.