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[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Brazil prosecutor charges ex-President Bolsonaro over alleged coup plot

Brazil's chief prosecutor has accused former President Jair Bolsonaro of leading an attempted coup after the ex-leader was defeated by his left-wing rival in the 2022 presidential election.

According to the prosecutor, the alleged plot aimed to prevent Bolsonaro's successor in office, President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, from taking office and included a plan to poison Lula.

Bolsonaro, 69, denies any wrongdoing and says he is the victim of a political witch hunt.

It is now up to Brazil's Supreme Court to decide whether to accept the prosecutor's charges and put Bolsonaro and 33 other accused on trial.

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[rakiah]

You and Epic!Anon's ideas for the Twst Epic AU has absolutely INFESTED my mind and I love it!!! It got me to listen to the musical (I put it off because I was worried I would get obsessed with it and you'll never guess what happened once I listened to it 💀) and it's been SUCH a delight!

I can so vividly see Leodysseus with Siren!Vilope not being tricked 1) because of the wax thing and 2) "my husband would never be this nice, you lying fishface" 😂

Anyway, I just wanted to thank you so much for your art and ideas, and Epic!Anon as well, you guys are so incredibly creative and talented! It's given me so much joy and inspiration ever since I first saw it and I'm beyond excited to see what you have planned!

Have a wonderful day, you amazing star, you 🦁 👑

Oh hi Pink! :D

Ohohoho I’m glad I can infest people enough to make them listening to the musical! I would have loved to follow the full odyssey of the musical cause it’s truly amazing how it has been created buuuut on the other hand, I’m glad I’ve dived into it when all the parts were released :’)))

Totally picturing that reaction in front of the Sirens hahaha If you don’t mind, I keep that in mind [wink]

We can’t blame him being that feral to come back home, eh.

Odysseus!Leona on a regular basis:

Have you seen my husband? Of course I’ll do everything I can to go back to home.

Thanks for your words 💕 and let’s hope I manage to picture the full cast! 💪

Wonderful day to you too, you gorgeous being 🫶✨

[keferon]

They were two

I dont write a lot of angst stuff, but exploring the idea of how death can affect two linked people was extremely interesting.

Tw : Shockwave and Orion continuity

Death, derealization, lot of confused feelings and thought.

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One second. One second earlier they were still the two hero, legends of Earth. Those who piloted the more advanced technologic piece never created by the human's kind.

One second earlier they were still-

HURT. HELP.

Shockwave knew he was dying. However the amount of pain and fear was surprisingly high for a dying body, something corrosive was eating his whole brain alive, and everything he could think of in his body was screaming for mercy.Why. why.

Stop please. Stop.

He could feel the thrilling pain splitting his brain and heart in half. The beast was watching him with two eyes. Eyes of hunger and pride. He saw images. Illogic. Indescriptible. Some people he didnt know about were watching him with pride and joy. They felt nostalgic.

Le me die.

LET ME LIVE

An irregular, crushing sound was, on top of that, smashing all the fragmented pieces of his mind.

Was he even Shockwave ? What was even Shockwave ? He screamed. Maybe. He was still screaming. Surely.

Why is it taking so long.

HELP ME PLEASE

The sound was slowing. Becoming more unbearable and intense. As if it wanted to trap his mind between two of those beat.

Seconds after. But he was still here, fragments of fear and pain. Why was he still dying ? Why-

SHOCKWAVE

LET ME LIVE

I WANT TO DIE

He was Shockwave. Why was he pleading at himself why was he-

HE WASNT DYING.

HE wasnt dying. He was still in pain because. Because he was not. The one.

His overwhelmed brain stopped. Oscillated. From an amount of pain driving him to madness to a gaping hole.

Emptiness. Nothing.

Its only when something stop, usually that you take conscience of how much you needed it. The sound. The unbearable sound. Was gone.

And then. At this very time, almost drowned in darkness, he realized.

Those crushing sound were heartbeat.

And the heartbeat was no more.

He was no more.

No. Shockwave was still there. Who ? Who disappeared ? Who was filling his brain with nothingness ? He couldnt manage to find. He wasnt Shockwave. Was. He was….

He was feeling something. Something was dragging him out of the void. His body. He remembered. Shockwave was…..feeling something on one of his shoulder. It was light and weak. A single touch. One thing that touched his shoulder.

Another one. Another feeling.

I DONT WANT TO DIE

Pain was back. She was injecting her elegy inside of his neurons. He could sense all of his nervous system being set on fire.

This time, he could tell he was screaming.

The back of his head. Was burning him.

I DONT WANT TO DIE

HELP

I DONT WANT TO DIE

I DONT WANT TO DIE

I DONT WANT TO DIE

SHOCKWAVE

His name, again. A violent start repercuted through his entire body. He could feel it, lava filling his veins. He could move it.

He was. Shockwave returned. Was dead.

His corpse opened its eyes. Too much informations. His body was able to move now. He was dead. Wasnt.

The touch on his shoulder appeared again. Eclipsing by its lightness all the violent pain in the rest of his body. He decided to move Shockwave's eyes.

The touch. Belonged to another.

He was dead. He was dead dead dead.

Impossible. Why why why.

Orion.

Suddenly he couldnt see anymore.

Orion.

Orion. Orion was Shockwave's death. The sound. The heartbeat sound. Was silent.

I DONT WANT TO DIE

The scream inside of his brain. Orion was screaming. That was him. Him. Him. The back of his head. Burned. Ached. Hurt. The images. Orion's life.

I DONT WANT TO DIE

HELP ME

But ? The heartbeat was silent. Gone. It was gone. Orion.

I DONT WANT TO DIE.

It camed from the back of his head. His implants….they were burning him with Orion's life. Even tho it didnt exist anywhere else. His fear, his pain were very alive, filling him with horror.

The pain was there.

I DONT WANT TO DIE.

It was there. It was still here. Orion was begging at him. Saying it didnt wanted to die.

The heartbeat was silent.

But Orion was not.

Orion was not gone.

I DONT WANT TO DIE.

“You wont. Never again”.

The heartbeat was silent but Orion was not

[blakbonnet]

so Kaos got cancelled 🙃🙃🙃 wtf is going on

[jmr-observingfromafar]

her being a radio show host is everything i could have asked for and more i am quite literally buzzing from excitement i have so many emotions about this existing AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

robin being the host of the radio show.. called “the squawk” and the mascot is a little bird… because her name is robin… this is so awesome

[cokoweee]

Now hear me out guys I got an idea-

[crystalmagpie447]

LI KE LIKESUNFLOWERR GET IT DONT KILLMEPLEASE

HEAD INHANDS THESE ARE SO SILLY BUTI WANTED TO MAKE CARD THINGIES AHAUSGYRVBWHDFUYVEBHFIJE IM NO T LATE ITS NOT MIDNIGHT EEEHEHEHEHEE HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

[hellfire--cult]

HAPPY TRAIL

Pubes

[keferon]

Swindle hates the idea that maybe everything they've done has been for nothing. That without Blurr, it's all falling apart.  But he hates most of all that it's choice he's made -- the role he's played -- that's led to this.

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Swindle closes the report on his phone.  He presses he his palm against the door, but does not open it. 

Onslaught had sent him the details.  Plans for what Shockwave was going to present at the briefing.  His proposal – for Blurr.

Swindle won’t sit back and watch it happen again.  Won’t go through that again.  Because he knows what’s at stake.  Blurr might still be alive, if only just.  But for how long?  Because Vortex had died.  Died rather than….

And that would only be the beginning, he knows.  Because after Blurr, there would be nothing stopping them from getting to every other pilot in mecha.  Every life Blurr saved.  How much would it be worth – to have saved them only to doom countless others?

There have never been any right answers.  Most days, it feels like there aren’t even good answers, maybe not even passable ones.  They have always been damned regardless. 

They are nothing to this war.  Their lives mean nothing to the aliens.  Nothing more than a marker that with each life lost, the aliens come closer to winning.  Those same lives mean even less to the people in power.  The people that sell the lie that all they want is to protect and safeguard life, while they carelessly throw lives away.  To them, the mech is priceless – the pilot that sits in it is worthless.

That knowledge has burned as a bitter resentment in the back of Swindle’s mind since not long after he was first recruited as a pilot.  But now, that ember of resentment has been fanned into a full blaze.

Not just at mecha -- for what they’ve done, for what they are doing, and what they could do in the future – though that’s bad enough.   It’s the knowledge that he’s a part of it.  That what happened to Blurr and what could still happen to one of the only friends he’s ever had – is happening in part because of him.  Swindle knew what was at stake, what the costs could be, and he brought Blurr in anyways. 

More than that, how many others has he brought into the program since taking an office job?  How many proposals and plans that have sent pilots to their deaths?  As many as the advances they’ve made towards safety and getting eyes on the actual pilots have saved?  Would it matter even if it was?

The situation is bad.  The situation at mecha could be worse – had been.  But the cost of preventing that had been to get directly involved.  To fight the system being built, they had needed to be able to influence the system from the inside.  And so Swindle had made himself an integral part of that system.  Every action from the moment in the combaticons’ room long ago when they’d first spoken of violating mecha’s unspoken rules – everything from then to now had been a choice Swindle had made. 

Choices he had made that led to this.  To Blurr lying in a hospital bed, barely alive.  To Swindle, eyes closed, hand pressed against the wood of the conference room door.  To the vultures behind the door clamoring over what to do with the scraps of their star pilot’s flesh.  As though Blurr were not still alive, did not still have a chance to recover even if his injuries never fully heal.  As though Blurr should not have a choice or a say in the long-term path his recovery took.

But Blurr, to them was always a pilot, even if he was a star.  And pilots, Swindle knew, didn’t have choice.  Not to them.  They never had. 

He had thought maybe that had been changing.  Had thought that Blurr’s presence had changed how the ones at the top viewed pilots.  But, in Blurr’s absence, the illusion of change has faded just as quickly as it had come.

Swindle hates that as much as anything.  Hates that maybe all of this has been for nothing.  But he hates most of all his role in it. 

That he is responsible….

The thought brings with it a nauseating swirl of emotions.  Fear.  Guilt.  Grief.  For what he’s lost, for what he might still lose.  Anger.

Swindle grabs on to that last feeling.  Clings to it like a lifeline thrown to the drowning.  Uses it to haul together his fragmenting threads of thought.  Because now is not the time.  Because now he needs focus.

Swindle lets the anger burn, as he pushes open the door.  He hopes that it will be enough fuel to keep him on his feet through the long hours ahead.  That it will he enough to keep himself and Blurr and all the others warm, and keep out the dark.  Swindle hopes, as he looks at the assembled faces of smiling investors and government officials and Shockwave, that it’s light shines through in his eyes. 

Swindle smiles back.  Not Shockwave’s carefully crafted polite smile masking the emptiness behind.  Not the smile Blurr had always worn to meetings, the one so blindingly bright that no one could possibly see the hint of anything else underneath.  Not even his own typical false grin inviting people into his confidence.  This is a flash of white.  A warning.  A threat.  And Swindle hopes that they will know.  He’s here to fight. 

OH THIS IS SUCH A TASTY PIECE OF PAIN OH MY GOD

[b0tster]

extremely fucking normal for the main character in pseudoregalia

[evillillad]

theyre the only ones allowed a happy halloween everyone else FUCK off

[voidzphere]

good morning utmv fandom have i ever told you how much i FUCKING HATE HOW YOU GUYZ TREAT KILLER SANS

this guy has the saddest fucking backstory and lore EVER and you downgrade him to a “hot bottom twink” . you disgust me

SURE he can be a silly little romantic guy BUT HIS ENTIRE PERSONALITY IS NOT BEING ROMANTIC. LOOK AT HIM

DO YOU SEE THE SHIT HE WENT THROUGH. he cant even accept help from otherz (in this case color, dream, swap, etc.) do you UNDERSTAND ME

SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE TRIED TO HELP HIM. AND HE'Z JUST GONE TOO FAR TO GO BACK. HE DOESN'T BELIEVE HE CAN BE A GOOD PERSON BUT WANTZ TO BE ONE

HE CANT EVEN CHOOSE WHAT HE WANTZ TO FEEL ?? PLEAZEEE

in summary yeah killer sans cool weird flirty skeleton dude but don't just ignore the fact he'z gone through as much as the other sansez has. he has so much potential im BEGGING

killer sans + all art provided belongz to rahafwabas

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

asl as cats!

I fucking love drawing cats

Theyre so

MKJHBFAVHKJVHGKJVHF

KITTY!!!!!!!

Thank you for the suggestion!

[chris-knows]

chris knows what's good

[getvalentined]

Disappointed that, in spite of using a more accurate translation in Chapter 2 of Crisis Core, EC has switched over to the original English localization for Chapter 3—in spite of having Japanese audio, meaning you can literally hear that the lines exchanged between Genesis and Sephiroth are NOT WHAT THE SUBTITLES SAY if you have THE MOST BASIC UNDERSTANDING OF JAPANESE.

「いい だろう」 (ii darou) is not "come and try." It has never been "come and try." In context, it's literally "that's good" or "that would be nice."

Let me clarify this, once more: in Japanese, Genesis says "I'll be a hero too," and Sephiroth responds "That would be nice."

This fucked up no-homo English localization has utterly ruined Western fandom's perception of these two since the game first came out, and the continued refusal to fix it is one of the most infuriating things to deal with. It makes Genesis seem petty, bitter, self-absorbed; it makes Sephiroth seem arrogant, sanctimonious, like the kind of person who viciously belittles his closest friends.

That's not who either of them are, particularly not with each other. Genesis didn't want to surpass Sephiroth, he wanted to be his equal. And Sephiroth wanted that too! Sephiroth wanted an equal as much as Genesis wanted to be able to stand at his side! Sephiroth was as supportive as Genesis was determined, and both had too much respect for one another not to give these matches of theirs everything they had. Genesis would never accept a victory that wasn't genuine, and Sephiroth would never belittle him by offering such a thing.

They were playing. They were supporting each other. They were having fun working toward a mutual goal because they love each other.

It's been over 15 years and the update dropped during PRIDE MONTH and English localizers STILL HAVE NOT FUCKING FIXED IT.

[yesloulou]

THE SCHNOZ. AND THE TREMBLING CURLS. SOMEBODY FUCKING SEDATE ME