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maplethedarkshine · 1 month ago

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The true chaos

Crack theory/headcanon/Somewhat of an au(?)/insane rambling/character analysis

Ok so I WILL do a crackshit theory about how Sonic is actually just the positive manifestation of chaos and this the same being

First one to say "so this is just the Kirby lore" will be sent to the guillotine /j

This is barely a theory, I'll basically be 10% making actual points and 90% just saying stuff because it sounds narratively cool

Obligatory "English isn't my first language don't give me shit if something is written poorly"

OK SO CHAOS AND SONIC PARALLELS

Letting Sonic speak for himself for a moment, the game itself brings to life the parallels this is not something I'm pulling out of my ass

They're both one in the same as the song says, forces of chaos (literally) that do what they think is right, the only difference is that Chaos' heart is tinted with pain, and as the song itself says, evil, while Sonic is devoid of it, and in a way, pure

Also line from the song that always stuck up to me:

"I'm not gonna think this way nor will I count on others"

Which is such an odd thing for Sonic to say, right? Why wouldn't he count on others? In the game the other characters are who gathered the chaos emeralds and the people cheering him up is what got him to transform into super sonic

Except that's wrong, because what Sonic's doing there is appealing to his feelings, because he understands Chaos' reasoning

That first part, "I'm not gonna think this way", because he can't say he gets how he feels. Again, he's devoid of that pain that's been tormenting Chaos for thousands of years by this point. He's not delusional, he know there's no way he can say with a straight face that he gets it.

What he does understand is that narrow-mindness, because he's like that too.

Just like the game itself says, both are using the same power, just one the negative energy of the emeralds and the other the positive

Two sides of the same coin

What's the difference between the two then? That Chaos has closed himself out from the world and let himself be consumed by pain, while Sonic has... His heart opened.

The entire Song is Sonic trying to appeal to Chaos to "Open his heart". Because he knows that trapping him back on the master emerald would only make it all worse, because such a free spirit like he knows that the worst thing you can do to another is removing that freedom to them, and because what got Chaos to be so corrupted is exactly being trapped- not only in a physical sense, but in a phycological way

He trapped himself. And while on the boss battle the only thing that happened was Sonic beating the shit out of him until he got it, the song tells another story

To make first point short: Open your heart itself makes parallels from the two and directly says they're in a way one in the same, both set on their ways, and Sonic gets Chaos to a point, and that's why he can't let him have his way, because he's trapped, and he needs to be set free from that hatred to be able to make a decision. And once he is, his decision is to stop the destruction leave peacefully

For a so claimed "God of destruction", destruction isn't his natural way if being, it got imposed to him; chaos is neither a good or a bad force of nature, it just is. And for a being literally named by it, he seemed to only embody the negative parts of it...

So where is the positive part of chaos?

On Sonic.

Sonic is Chaos. Sonic is the good of Chaos, the good that got banished from him the day the echidnas got too greedy with power

Ever thought how curious is that SA1 was the first game were Sonic has green eyes? Green as in the same color of Chaos' eyes? Green as in "they're both blue and green they have almost the same color palette"? Or green as in the color of the master emerald, mainly notorious for its connections to Chaos?

Also outside of the things Open your heart already implies, there's so more parrales between the two...

I mean, being of water vs guy infamous for not going well with water can't get more obvious than that

Sonic is, as a character, meant to be the representation of freedom, that's where the comparison to wind comes from... And what's more free than chaos? No direction, doing whenever you want as you wish, isn't that what Sonic is? He's notorious for never calling himself a hero, one of his more iconic phrases "what you see is what you get, just a guy who loves adventure"

Sonic is chaos (the concept) on the way that he's freedom, doing as he pleases, liberating, never changing his ways

Chaos (the character) is chaos (the concept) on the way that he's directionless, he's destructive, and never changing his ways

Sonic is Chaos (the character), because they represent the same concept on different ways

Sonic already has a villain to present the danger of order (Dr. Eggman, aka: mr control freak), so Chaos presents the dangers of chaos. "Do as you please" and "Keep your convictions straight" sounds good on paper until those convictions leeds you to hurt people and doing whenever you want leads you to causing pain and suffering.

Because thinking of it, Chaos had good intentions- he was protecting the chao from the echidna tribe that were hurting them for selfish reasons- he was protecting them, but after that? After that it was simply rage for the sake of rage- he flooded a city full of people that weren't even born when the incident happened and have nothing to do with it- people DIED, yet he wasn't changing his ways- his convictions never changed, and since he still thought the Chao were endangered he did what he did last time: protect

Those are, in paper, the same principles as Sonic on Sonic and the black night: do what you think is right, no matter if that will make some see you as the villain... Except what Chaos did is CLEARLY different and wrong

Because, as much as they're both selfish (selfish as in "most Decisions they make are purely based on what they want"), Sonic is coming from love and Chaos from hatred. On paper maybe Sonic could be seen as selfish (example: leaves station square as soon as Chaos is defeated because the rebuilding is no longer his problem) yet his heart is always on the right place. And maybe he just does whenever he wants, but what he wants is what's good for the people, so his selfishness turns him into a selfless being. Chaos is "doing whenever he wants" from a misguided place: he thinks he's doing what's the best for the Chao, just like Sonic does what's best for the people, when in reality the Chao don't even need him to do allat. Even if he's running by instinct, he's not achieving what he's trying to get, and his selfishness is just that- selfish, even if it came from a selfless core

Sonic's motto is basically to help the world only when it can no longer help itself, while Chaos "helps" it when the help is not only no longer needed, but actively just making it all difficult to the ones he's trying to protect, THAT'S were they differ

That's why, while both "selfish", one his presented as clearly right and the other clearly wrong. Because Sonic knows what he's doing, while Chaos is too blinded to see the truth. But once he gets some sense to him and sees that the chao are ok he does the exact same thing as Sonic: he simply leaves. Doesn't stay to try to fix what he did, because he knows that at this point the world can help itself, and he won't do the same mistake he did of trying to help at a point where is no longer needed

Sonic got him to open his heart (I'm so sorry for bringing it up so much I just love the song-)

Ok, so we got to how Sonic and Chaos are the same in a thematic way. Cool. That's nice

Now here's why Sonic and Chaos are literally the same person

Now this part I don't have as solid as an argument so take is as more lf a fun AU thing

Early jp classic Sonic was very much treated like a fairy-tale character. A mystical creature that would appear and disappeared when the adventure is over, and even in more modern games he's sort of like that (come on guys he's literally summoned from the sky in SatBk how more obvious can it get...?)

He's, in most game characterizations, a flat character. He doesn't grow because he doesn't NEED to grow. He seems to be inmune to corruption (Examples: In unleashed he's unaffected by dark gaia's influence outside of becoming more furry. On frontiers he smiles through the pain to the point Sage questions him what the hell he's doing) He's unable to be corrupted, as he's usually not the one to learn something from the story, rather the one delivering the lesson to another character (ak: Sonic 2 him indirectly giving confidence to Tails by just being there. Sonic and the secret rings he being what brought Sara our of her toxic relationship. The one SatBK monolog everyone already knows)

Sonic is a lot of things, a lot of them bad: impatient, a bit of a brat, annoying, but on top of everything he's pure. Sonic is incapable of evil. And thus him not changing his ways ever is GOOD

Chaos IS corruption, as in that's what defines the his character and character arc- because he's, unlike Sonic, NOT a flat character, in fact he's the one that receives the lesson by Sonic in Sa1

He's also treated as this mystical being, except that instead of being a fairly-tale it's a prophecy of a disaster. Chaos is not only capable of evil, but rather he IS evil itself for a good part of the story, and thus him not changing his ways is BAD, even if it goes under the same core premise as Sonic's motto of freedom- a decision made from blinded pain is not a decision made in your full freedom after all

That evil is not inherent to him; once again, it was imposed- forced onto him. And when he got purified... What is his role on the next time he happens to appear in the story, when he's given the freedom of actually choosing without being tied down by the chains of old wounds? To only make himself known when the master emerald is in danger (said in Sonic battle and the sonic forces comic prequel)

On other words, he only helps when the world can't help itself

He literally turned into Sonic the moment his heart was devoid of evil

Sonic was not only reaching out to Chaos, he was reaching out to himself- a part of him he never got to terms with, as "hate" is not something he's capable of, not in this form. He not only helped Chaos, but he also processed that hate- a hate that he never got to experience, but it's indirectly "his"

... Except it's not his and never was his

Because of course, realistically, IF this theory/headcanon was right, Sonic would see himself and Chaos as different beings. Because who cares of what was before? Yeah, what IF he came from the guy? He's no longer that person, and be will not get tied by boring concepts as the strings of the past

This is a kind of Solaris Mephiles-iblis situation, except while Mephiles is obsessed with being "one in the same" and "complete" again, Sonic will give the autonomy to Chaos to decide to be his own being. Sonic is Sonic and Chaos is Chaos, he will not do any attempt to go back to being "complete", because he already IS completely, and then he helped Chaos be complete to... Why change what's not broken?

Chaos is happy being a guardian of the master emerald and Sonic himself is happy just being some guy who loves adventure. To make them go back to what was before would be to force a sense of order on two beings of chaos, which is counterproductive. I'm sure none of the two would agree with it

If, as Open your heart says, the fundamental difference between Sonic and Chaos is one being trapped by hatred and the other devoid from it, and then the moment Chaos is set free from that feeling he takes an almost identical fairy-tale like creature role Sonic also has... Then what does that mean?

Perfect Chaos is a fake god because he's not truly "perfect", the resentment is what's keeping him from it, and the moment he lets go of it he truly reaches the perfect state of chaos... And basically turns to Sonic

Sonic is perfect chaos, as he's the good of it

Ever wondered where he comes from? Game Sonic never ever had an origin story, at best an "He comes from Christmas island, no we will not tell you or show you ever where or what Christmas Island is"

He doesn't seem to have parents or an origin story. As far as the world is concerned there's been this blue hedgehog wandering around and randomly helping people then disappearing to never be seen ever again. Ever since that Dr. Robotnik guy has been causing trouble the hedgehog has always been there to stop him, as if he came out of nowhere... As if he spawned thin air

And perhaps that's the easiest reasoning. Perhaps he DID come out of nowhere. Because you can't keep trapped chaos (the concept). It WILL find a way to get out, and it won't listen to you, and it's only agenda is to oppose order

And what happens when a destructive force comes and imposes order on the world? In a way Eggman created his worst enemy... Sa1 was not the first time he liberated Chaos

Because when the world needed him the most it brought back his ashes to life into a form devoid from the hatred and pain that caused his perish on the first place. Made the good that was vanished from his heart and the kindness forced out of him into a being of flesh and bone. And from his wounds of the past there'll be something beautiful for the present. The pureness that the echidnas took away from him so many years ago will be reborn

There'll be brought chaos

They'll ne brought freedom

There'll be Sonic, Sonic the hedgehog

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moonlitenvyillust · 24 days ago

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Pulling out quotes I said/wrote so you guys can guess if it's made in a fit of rage, aggressively calming someone down, a quote I told to myself, a friend, or just me writing OC lore

1: Flowers are pretty. But if there are too much thorns you cannot touch them. She is trying to grow thorns so those men can't hurt her without hurting themselves

2: "The free healthy meal thing? Then why do we make it ourselfves?"

"That's why it's free, we cook it and bring it ourself"

3: "If I don't have money, I can't buy what I need, if I can't buy what I need, I get physically bad, and when I'm physically bad, I get emotionally conflicted, and if I'm emotionally conflicted, I need money to chill out, but I have no money"

4: "My job is to help people with emotional struggles, not the other way around. but still, I should figure something out other than taking comically long baths"

5: “We may be able to calculate the volume of a jar of jam, but we can’t get the fucking lid off”

6: "is it 0/0 attraction(aroace) or 50/50 attraction(bi)? stay tuned!"

7: she needs help. But doesn't ask because she dont know how"

8: "well (name) Respect your elders be damned. Not when said elder was a piece of shit."

9: "nobody cares if a grain of sand is missing from the beach. But we are not sand"

10: "We're teens in early stages"

"Not kids. You're old as a rock and act like an infant that got their toy stolen"

11: "don't you want to cry? Miss (name)?"

"this is war. Its not the first nor last death"

12: "there's only three ways in life based on my parents, a doctor, a lawyer, or disappointment. I disagree but sometimes i believe it too"

13: "you keep improving till its enough for you. When is it enough to you?"

14: "..and what if i cant get the opponent to follow me?"

"Then be a little shit until they get their asses riled up and finally decided to hand your ass back to you only to get themselves into shit"

15: "Are we sure that was a smart desecition?"

"No. No we are not. We are certain it wasn't, even."

"Atleast you're aware, then..."

16: "Whore"

"Are you paying me?"

"No. But slut, then."

"Eh"

(To clarify this is OC lore. I would put myself on guillotine before I ever do blow jobs)

17: "Come on its already *insert secluded time* I'm an impatient woman/man!"

"You are self-aware enough to recognize it?"

18: "Is it math or meth? it's both gonna get you drunk so who cares?"

19: "you will only ever be a stone in a mine of gold"

20: "I hear voices..."

"You are hallucinating, then. Because we are in a place with no people other that us both"

21: "why didn't you just stand there and pray to God?"

"I was fist fighting him"

22: "there is hundreds of ways to kill a man. And hundreds of ways to break their pride. Personally, I like cutting their sticks off"

@lenamiyabi @cutob @lemonade-tree7 @kindred-spirit-93 @kinks-and-discourse my five moots, pull over

#quotes #quoting myself #book quote #eheehe #eheh #hehe #go #go now #rate this #seriously

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weepingseraphstranger · 7 months ago

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Can we pretty please bring back the guillotine? 💕💕💕

But it's real fucked up what corporations are doing, but I know people aren't going to care. They're going to stay on their knees, sucking off these companies instead of tanking their sales. Netflix should've been destroyed the moment they cracked down on password sharing and now look at this. Since they survived, it just showed other companies they could do the same.

Hey! I know how hard it can be! I have a hard time stopping as well, but we need to try. We really need to. There are so many different companies to choose from, so why do we constantly go to the ones that hate us? It's hardly fair on us now that I think of it.

Do not get me started on all these subscriptions now days. Ones we don't need! And ones that replaced previously free or one-time-buy-and-own things. We're in a capitalistic and consumerist hellscapes and soon we probably can't afford a damn thing—if we can't already!

My soul wants to revert back to living with nature, taking and giving back from the land without having to worry about money or being manipulated into buying buying buying. Life is too exhausting now. We, any human being, do not need millions or billions of dollars to ourselves. Greed is the downfall of humanity.

#because this blog is just my diary #rant post #also #i love pirates #bring back pirates to sail the digital sea

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mainstoryarchive · 7 months ago

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Kingdom - 87: Execution

Rei: Jeez, for them to have an old man like myself labor this much…

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Outdoor Stage

Rei: Jeez, for them to have an old man like myself labor this much…

After last night's DreamFes, people now know the student council isn't perfect; they are wounded kings regardless of how strong they are. They are scarily strong, they absolutely aren't an opponent you can take on while letting your guard down.

Even so, that doggy of ours… He went up the stage without thinking about anything. Like this, we're just a nice punching bag.

Nay, it must have been that that was Tenshouin-kun's intention from the very start.

Last night, we of UNDEAD cooperated with your Trickstar. And so we must be judged.

As traitors whom have shown hostility towards the student council, as criminals, as per the Emperor's command we will be executed.

This DreamFes, this B1 is a demonstration- in other words, it's a public execution.

We've been led by the nose, right to the guillotine.

After this it's your turn, Trickstar… Before your heads get separated from your bodies, you may want to devise a plan to escape.

We're talking about Tenshouin-kun, after all—he must have prepared an escape route for you. Although if you run there you very well might be surrounded and be completely annihilated.

Everything he's planned has already been set into motion; our game of shogi has been cut short.

We're out of time. The hands of the clock of our school, which you went through many hardships and made a desperate effort to move, have been put back forcefully.

I never expected that Tenshouin-kun would be discharged so soon…

We did not finish the reform of Yumenosaki Academy before he came back, that's our cause of defeat.

We UNDEAD are shadows. The stronger the light, the deeper the shadows. Struggling with you people was very fun. It truly was just like a dream.

However, fine's light is too bright. It extinguishes all darkness. It seems this is the end for us.

This time, we will be executed before we can do anything for you. Isolated and helpless, you will be forced to fight against that Emperor.

Watch over there, the king of Yumenosaki Academy is making a triumphant return. The strongest unit in this school… fine will be rising onto the stage momentarily.

This can't even be called a competition at this point. Tenshouin-kun is just declaring himself as the winner.

I can't bear to watch such a stage, so I will be excusing myself here.

Beware, Tenshouin-kun will be coming to break your heart.

He crushes hearts, hopes and dreams. He devours everything greedily, he takes it all in and makes it his own. He's a supreme ruler who is like an evil dream-eating demon.

You should be cautious of dreaming in the open, although it might be too late already to only start being cautious now… I'm praying for you, gentlemen of Trickstar.

Makoto: Ah, Sakuma-senpai… I hope he's okay, he wasn't walking straight.

After all, he is normally sleeping around this hour.

Even so, he was forcefully kicked out of bed and had to participate in this DreamFes, so it's no wonder he couldn't bring out his best.

Hokuto: (Completely crushing an opponent that they made weak first like that is how the student council does things… It's truly a strategy which befits a supreme king.)

(Will we be able to stand strong against such an overwhelmingly strong force?)

(Isn't it better to take him up on his offer from earlier and surrender?)

(This is bad, I can't become this weak-willed. We promised each other that we would change this school, we should be able to do that…)

(If we bend our knees here, we won't be able to stand up again.)

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nataliavega · 2 years ago

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interrogations. task 004.

Nat was off her game. She probably had never really been on it in the first place, but today was a special kind of hell. Her time capsule video plagued her, found her jumping awake in the middle of the night in a panic.

That sense of panic and foreboding had followed her here, to where she now sat on one side of a table alone, three pairs of hard eyes staring back at her.

One of them, the decidedly personable one, smiled kindly and introduced himself as Agent Choi before introducing the other two agents on either side of him— Agent Brown and Agent Murray. Nat could only offer a squeak of acknowledgment in return, her heart hammering out a frantic beat against her ribcage.

"I understand it's finals week so we're going to make this as quick and painless as possible, alright?" Agent Choi's smile was still just as kind, but something about this whole thing felt sinister. It set Nat on edge. She only managed a stiff nod, but it was enough. Choi continued, “can you talk about your time capsule video? Give us some context for the clip that was leaked?”

Nat's teeth worried at her bottom lip, clasped hands on the table picking at the skin around her nails. "Um..." she started, voice shaky as the reminder of her current reality sent spears of ice through her guts. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Agent Murray's mouth tighten as she scribbled something in her legal pad. Nat's mouth went dry. "It was just a stupid, split-second decision, I can't really tell you why I did it. I didn't think anyone would be watching it for fifty years. I didn't— I wasn't—" She swallowed thickly, all her words suddenly caught in her throat. She held up her hands helplessly. "I don't know."

Nat was fairly certain Agent Brown hadn't blinked once since she'd sat down, sure that there was a hole in the side of her face where she could feel him staring, studying, daring her to step a toe out of line. He remained in her periphery, but there was something sickenly magnetic in the way he stared her down. She nearly turned to face him when Choi spoke up again. "Were you aware that Greer Morrison submitted a video at the end of last year?”

The question caught her off guard and Nat visibly faltered, brows furrowed as she shook her head. "No? Greer and I weren't close." Hearing how that sounded as it came out of her mouth, Nat rushed to add, "we were different people, and we existed in different social circles."

Agent Murray continued to make notes on her notepad, and Nat readjusted in her chair uncomfortably. What could she possibly be writing? It wasn't a good thing that she was writing so much, right? Was she fumbling the bag so badly?

She hadn't realized she was staring at Murray until Choi was leaning back into her eye line, drawing her attention back to them. “Had you ever heard of anything regarding THE NAIVE NEWCOMER using steroids?”

Again, Nat's confusion shown on her face, brows pinched as she shook her head. "No. I've had one conversation with Kit my entire life and that's it."

Agent Choi's eyes seemed to narrow ever so slightly, and Nat's own eyes widened in alarm as she combed back over everything she'd said, to find where she was obviously bombing this and came up empty.

Silence hung like a guillotine overhead until Choi finally broke it, shifting forward in their seat a little. “Did Greer ever bring up breaking up with him ever? Or anything of the sort, like she did in her video?”

"I already told you, Greer and I didn't talk. We weren't friends."

Murray scribbled away in her notepad, and Nat's eyes cut to her and back again. Unease felt a hell of a lot like nausea.

Choi nodded and Nat thought maybe he finally got it, but then he pressed, “Do you have any reason to believe THE GOLDEN GIRL would want to leave Ogden College?”

Nat threw up her hands in frustration, eyes cutting to each and every one of them in disbelief. "I don't know what you want me to say. I didn't know Greer like that. We were not friends." She spoke each word slowly, as if enunciating might make them finally understand. Agent Brown only smirked in a way that put Nat on edge. All the while, Murray wrote her notes.

Her eyes finally settled on Choi, but the question came from Brown this time. He leaned forward in a move that was the antithesis of Choi's earlier friendly lean-in. "Some other students have brought up your relationship with Greer. Why do you think they thought it was relevant?"

Genuine confusion and true fear fought for dominance on her face. She hadn't had a relationship with Greer, but judging by the way Brown was staring her down, her doubling down on that fact could only sound suspicious now. "What? Who?" she asked before she could stop herself.

It was one of those horrifying moments where she was only aware of just how bad it sounded once it was already out of her mouth, and suddenly, heat prickled the back of her eyes, and she had to furiously blink back tears. God only knew they'd assume she was putting on a show. She was a theater student for God's sake!

"Sebastian Morrison seemed to think you had a bit of a rocky relationship. What was the word he used?" Brown nodded his head towards Choi but didn't break eye contact with Nat, who remained trapped inside his intense gaze. "Hostile." A heavy pause settled over the room, the only sound the scratching of pencil against paper. It might as well have been the ticking of a clock as it counted down to Nat's demise. Or maybe she just wished. "So," Brown said tightly, slicing through Nat's inner spiraling, "why don't you elaborate on what that relationship was?"

"I wasn't lying before," Nat insisted, but she could hear herself now the way they probably heard her. Her voice sounded shrill and tinny, the words sounding like a desperate plea of the dying. And yet, she couldn't seem to stop, as if saying enough words might eventually drown out the bad ones. "It's not a crime to not get along with someone. We don't have to pretend that just because she's rich and beautiful and popular that she couldn't also be mean sometimes. She didn't have to have a reason. I don't think she'd be the first person in the world to just decide she didn't like someone. We didn't have a relationship."

As if he didn't hear her, as if she didn't speak at all, Brown was on her immediately with another question, like some demented game of rapid fire. "Were you aware of Greer planning to travel to Portugal this summer?"

Nat blinked, stunned into silence. Both because what was the point of her answering any of these questions when it was so painfully clear that it didn't matter what she said— they'd already apparently decided what was truth and what wasn't. "Portugal? What does that have to do with any—" She cut herself off, shutting her eyes tight with a shake of her head before they opened again, cutting to Choi and searching their eyes for even a sliver of hope that she could turn this disastrous situation around. That there might still be one person left in the room that she might be able to win to her side. "No. I don't know how to make it any clearer. I didn't hang out with Greer. I wasn't part of her friend circle, I didn't even have any classes with her, I don't know."

Choi nodded, Brown remained unmoved, and Murray's pencil paused for just a heartbeat— Nat's world pausing with it— before Brown shattered the silence with one last question. "Is there anything you know that you’re not sharing?"

Her vision warped, and she knew if she couldn't manage to hold back the tears, she was going to damn herself. She shook her head, lips pressed tightly together until she could trust herself to speak. And even then, she only managed a meek "no."

Like a demented replay of the moment she first sat down, Nat sat on her side of the table alone while three pairs of eyes fixed on her. The silence stretched for a very long, very uncomfortable moment. And then Choi nodded again and stood, motioning toward the door. "Thank you for coming in, Miss Vega."

And that was it. Just like that, she was dismissed.

She blinked and stood in stiff, robotic movements as if she were in a daze. And then, once she'd stepped away from her chair, she scurried away like a roach from a kitchen light convinced that that could not have possibly gone worse.

#ogdentask #ogdentask004

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chappell-roans · 3 years ago

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I feel like the GOP’s ultimate goal is to set the country back to 1886 and The Gilded Age there’s a huge gap between the rich and poor rampant racism that’s so normalized no one hardly notices it and women (specifically white women) being dutiful wives and mothers and not participating in public life with the exception of church service

Yeah I mean thing is they're fully bought by corporations and lobbies like it's just ruled between the wealthy. It's trying to keep things the way they already are, and sometimes that takes active violence and violent policies, because like this didn't happen overnight. It's been happening since........America began. Reagan reignited a lot but like it never went away. Decades before the state assassinated MLK and who knows who the fuck killed Malcolm X honestly. And the whole pro-life movement was born as a disguise to keep up segregation. Maybe the average person didn't know, but the people they blindly follow, the powerful wealthy people? Yeah.

And we've known about income inequality for much longer than this, but here's just one article from 2012 that says some shocking things before it even starts (linked through proxy so there's no paywall).

And that statistic I love bringing up even though it amounts to nothing: compare America in the 2010s and 2020s to France in the 1780s--just before they got out the guillotine for the French Revolution. But that won't happen here.

tl;dr: things have been irrevocably fucked for a really long time, like forever. Doesn't mean we can't do anything about it but none of this is new, we're just currently living through it.

#asks #anonymous

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number-of-the-beast-is-666 · 3 years ago

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Some exclusive unedited slug boys inspired by the fact ahaha I'm not doing great

Woken by an fleeting open palm touch his upper arm he scrambles away from it, not opening his tightly shut eyes, childish belief of escaping the monster rising up in his head, his heart, starved of logic and sense.

Vanja doesn't want to do this. He didn't want to help, to have to help, but other than Sa��a looking pretty fucking pathetic, curled up and shaking under tightly drawn sheets, part of him does want to. To console, to comfort, to protect.

All the things labelled as bullshit in his head even now, bullshit that'll get you hurt and not solve anything.

But, when he calls out to Saša softly, not wanting to startle him, to bring him out of his clenching fear suddenly, and Saša's eyes open, wetness visible on his cheeks even in the low light of the t-shirt covered lamp, and goddamn. This kid just keeps on showing his fuckedupness, Vanja thinks to himself.

When he drops to a crouch a foot away from the bed, Saša whimpers, and closes his eyes again, seeming to sink further into the mattress. He takes a shuddering breath that sounds like it hurts more than it helps, the tension of his body breaking like weak timber, splintering in a soft cry and he starts sobbing earnestly.

Vanja can see that he tries to hold it back, hold it in, tightening his shoulders over and over again to steel himself, but like you can't bring together shattered glass, he doesn't solidify.

There's an awkwardness when he reaches out a hand to move a lock of hair out of Saša's damp face. He doesn't know. What to do, how to do it, should he do it. Protection only comes easy when it's himself; towering forts and walls built up are forcibly allowed to be overcome to let people in, corridors woken with screaming liveliness that feels foreign every time, so different to the safe solitude he's carved out for himself. Every next step feels like a rule broken and every one harder than the last.

He finds himself shushing Saša as he takes great heaving sobs, not to quiet him but to reassure, like he's seen Slug do, like Slug's done for him safely behind closed doors.

Fear feels as heavy as a knife pressed into Saša's neck, hovering over him like the guillotine. The sick dread of something coming but not reaching you quick enough, the purposeful build of terror to make you all the more weakly vulnerable; a better treat to feed power with.

The slight brush of Vanja's hand skimming over his shoulder feels like a wet cloth dragged across his sweaty face, a confirmation of his skin still intact, not cleaved open to bone like he feels he'll find if he rests his own hands on himself.

He wants; the thick press of security and safety, heavy enough to sink into his skin and burrow under so he doesn't have to feel this powerlessness of nightmare delusion drag up every last skeleton from the seabed of his subconscious.

Vanja gives him safety, in the soft spoken words that still stumble over his ears a bit too much to be heard, and gentle hands that stay on him as a presence sinks into the mattress beside him.

Some coppery tang of panic bubbles up momentarily, sensory remnants of unconscious horror fighting their way to the forefront of his mind, drawing a twitch and shudder before he presses into Vanja and Vanja presses back, unsure of what he needs except to reciprocate. Lying there, chest to chest, knee to knee, no space for memory between them, some panic is quietened.

Not quite drowned out, the fish oil taste of fear lingering at the back of his throat and the visceral unrest already settled into his gut. But quietened, dulled, and now the blade pressing into his neck doesn't feel quite so real.

#the slug boys

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