Roxas & the Reality That KH2 Was Good But Not Really
so you know how in kh2, roxas fights till his last breath to avoid having to go back to sora, and only reluctantly accepts it. he cries when sora leaves twilight town, and after axel's death, roxas somehow reawakens and fights sora in some mental battle for dominance when he reaches TWTNW. these are not the actions of someone who wants to willingly rejoin with their other half. but roxas is still cool and happy about it at the end of kh2 before the fight with xemnas. just, like. all of a sudden.
yeah so, i understand why the story following kh2 would eventually retcon that and imply that roxas was never happy, and wanted to be his own person after all, but... i'm starting to wonder. it never should've had to go that route to begin with if the writing in kh2 was consistent with how they wanted it to conclude.
nobodies are a half of a whole- a remnant of someone who once was, with an inescapable longing to be whole again; it is a good ending for roxas to return to his original self.
roxas' life in the organization was a poor facsimile of what a normal life was like; a job(purpose), colleagues(relationships), and a home(the sterile nobody castle). and although roxas had axel, their friendship serves only as an indicator as to what roxas was missing. he could never find happiness staying in the organization with axel, because the place roxas truly belonged was on destiny islands with riku and kairi- because roxas IS sora! a mirror as to what sora could have been; maybe a bad guy in a black coat working to obtain kingdom hearts just like the other villians. thats why the real triumph in roxas' story is him realizing where he truly belonged and leaving the organization behind to rejoin sora.
when roxas and sora fully fused by the end of kh2, sora should have gained most if not all of roxas' memories and experiences, to show that uh, two have become one.
Time For A Hypothetical
there never should've been a wacky wild vr simulated twilight town to trap a rebellious roxas. kh2 should have opened with another classic dive into the heart tutorial sequence reminiscent of kh1, but with the new nobodies instead of heartless. twilight thorn instead of dark side- and maybe a few sightings of a mysterious black coat guy(which on repeat playthroughs you could easily identify as roxas), after which, sora wakes up in the mysterious mansion.
just like how sora was seeing visions of kairi in kh1 because he was carrying her heart, sora shouldve glimpsed apparitions of roxas every once and a while over the course of kh2. sora learns about his other self as the org members literally talk past him and to roxas, the version of him that they knew. sora has to grapple with the idea that on another side in another story(ha), he was a bad guy working with the organization.
sora goes from insulting the org for lacking emotions and hearts of their own, to feeling remorse as he realizes the innate tragedy of their existence BECAUSE HE EXPERIENCED IT AS ROXAS. sora, like in kh1, actually becomes wizened over the course of his journey as he puts together the truth behind roxas and his connection to the villians of the story.
god. it would've been so cool.
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the thing about being the highest-ranked and most-decorated officer in any GAR/Guard capacity, fox thinks, is that unsurprisingly nobody could give less of a shit or listen to anything he says. it’s not like he earned those medals and recognitions and perfect test scores or anything, now is it, kote?
or, after the zillo beast disaster, the coruscant guard medbay just so happens to be much closer than the GAR one, and surprise surprise, senators don’t want meatdroids to be treated in their facilities after they’ve just protected them with their lives. fox tries to reason against this. fox is unsuccessful, because no one listens to fox.
which is how he finds himself crammed into a corner along with cody, ponds, bly, rex and their jedi, looking out across a medbay which is quite frankly a goddamn disaster rivalling the fight with the zillo beast in proportions. skywalker tries to step out towards one of the medics, and has to be pulled back by the collar of his shirt by amidala, squawking loudly when he’s nearly rammed over by mauler, crucifix and a shrilly screaming crash cart.
it’s not like fox said this would be a bad idea or anything.
“um, vod”, cody begins, unsure, “what’s - is that guy sewing wooley up with thread?!”
meathook, who is in fact sewing wooley up with thread, and looks about as happy about it as his patient, and who fox honestly thought was going to cry when he announced the influx of patients about to descend on them, snaps something about triage over his shoulder at hound, whose arm is decidedly bent in a way it shouldn’t be, jerking his head to gesture at the rickety cot next to cody’s ARC. fox is pretty sure they salvaged the thing from a dumpster. he slaps a bandage on the stitches that fox fears might be from the same dumpster.
“putting those advanced reconnaissance training skills to use, kote”, says fox, who invariably turns into the worst possible version of himself whenever cody opens his mouth within a klick of his vicinity.
skywalker harrumphs, evidently at the end of his impressive patience. “well, why?! hey, trooper! these men need bacta!”
“do they, now? i’m sorry, i hadn’t noticed”, a low voice hisses angrily behind them, and fox is the only one who doesn’t jump on account of he’s too dead inside to be scared of his CMO anymore. a grave error, he’s sure. “i guess i’ll just go pull some out of my ass along with a tank and painkillers, then! hadn’t thought of that yet!”
warcrime, whose eye is twitching and who is holding a bloody saw in visible consideration of using it, pins skywalker with a look that has had shinies all over the guard peeing themselves. “we don’t have any fucking bacta, you absolute numbskull.”
“but that can’t be right”, cody pipes up again, next to a very troubled looking generals kenobi and windu. fox sympathises very much with the patented migraine-glare on windu’s face. “why do you not have any bacta?”
“because i like to smear meiloorun juice all over my patient’s stab wounds, commander”, warcrime says. “it’s a homeopathic medicine thing. because the chancellor refuses to give us any, genius.”
“what?!” skywalker says, bristling. “that can’t be true! he wouldn’t -“ he’s cut off by his comm pinging loudly over the moaning and crying in the medbay, and warcrime leaning close enough to be heard with a whisper.
“well, he would, and if you don’t believe me, there’s a holorecording of him telling marshal commander fox why biological weapons on the homefront have lower priority and therefore half rations of everything. now get out of my medbay or find out why they named me warcrime, sir.”
amidala, the collective braincell holder for both her husband and the senate combined (on occasion), tugs him out of the way of warcrime’s bonesaw and ire. fox, who very much enjoys not being the primary target of a medic for once, unfortunately also has to be the adult in the room. “sirs, a transfer to the GAR barracks medbay might be a preferable- AH, MOTHERFU-“
“get him, stabby!”, rabid whoops from where he’s resetting thire’s nose, who echoes a much more nasal and muffled, “go, ftabby!”
“get kriffing FUCKED, stabby, you absolute-“, fox seethes, trying to swipe for the medic’s head and nearly planting one on cody instead by accident, who unfortunately manages to evade the swing fox is admittedly projecting very obviously on account of the sedation hypo jammed into his flank.
“medbay rules, sir”, stabby calls, dancing away towards mauler and his crash cart, while someone bumps something solid and flat against the backs of fox’s thighs that he can’t help but tumble back on, already seeing two codys and blys dancing around his vision. “commander fox protocol dictates he is to be helped to sleep as often as possible, sir.”
“a desperate but well-founded measure, i’m sure”, kenobi of all people agrees, and fox waves an unsteady hand in what might be the general’s direction to the sound of cody’s scandalized gasp. “as you were, officer… stabby.”
“traitors”, fox slurs, just as his com-unit begins to ping with an urgent notification. before he can try and answer it, warcrime has ripped it off his arm and flung it somewhere out of his sight. eh, it probably wasn’t anything THAT important, fox thinks. and if he wakes up two days later to a near-hysteric meathook kissing the glass casing of the guard’s brand new bacta tank over and over again, he decides to just roll over and go back to sleep.
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actually I would quite like to hear your thoughts on gender philosophy in omegaverse worldbuilding? :3
hm. anon, I fear this is a far larger can of worms than you probably anticipated. I'm going to spare you the worst of it by only giving you a short version, but be careful what you wish for.
I'm also hiding it under a cut because even the short version is embarrassingly long.
I'm hardly a connoisseur of omegaverse content, nor would I consider myself anywhere near an expert. I don't want to speak for all fics as I've admittedly not read many. I did do my master's diss about legal gender recognition, so this is more about gender and philosophically sound worldbuilding than an indictment of any particular writing or story tbh.
the short answer is I find omegaverse worldbuilding really interesting, but I've never fully been able to enjoy it due to the way a/b/o identities tend to have a biological determinist slant to them imo, and tendency for a lack of real world implications of what the omegaverse does to gender and character interactions anywhere outside the bedroom. I'd love to figure out a version that's more inclusive and philosophically/ideologically consistent, both with itself and with my own views on real life gender (basically, I want to make it make more sense, have less biological determinism, and be more inclusive of the wider range of human experiences). this is a big task, and ngl I haven't achieved it and don't anticipate doing so any time soon. I have like, a concept in my head, taking apart all the key pieces and putting them together again but different, but to make it thorough enough would require more effort and time than I have because I'm like, employed 😔
I feel like someday if I ever get invited to a powerpoint night though, this could be It.
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