#may 1: open

[jrow]

May Prompts (1)

Thank you for doing this @calaisreno! This year I am endeavoring to write a single story using some (most?) of the prompts. Consider it a creative writing exercise. Will I write everyday and use every prompt? Unlikely! Will this be a coherent story in the end? Possibly! Do I know where this story is going? Hells no! So ... enjoy, I hope?

Open

“Open your eyes.”

His brain may be foggy, but the words come through clear. The voice saying them sounds pained. Pleading. He knows that voice—it’s comforting—but he’s far too confused to place it. He’s far too confused to place much of anything.

Now someone is retching. And crying. Sounds he’s all too familiar with. He must be in Afghanistan; something must have gone wrong. Which means the chaos is coming. He should prepare.

He doesn’t want to prepare. He wants to sleep.

There’s arguing now, hushed but angry. Machines are beeping. Have they been beeping the whole time? Why is he so tired?

He hears the soft click of a door opening and closing. Is he alone now?

No, there’s another voice. Familiar. Not the slightest bit comforting.

“Do wake up, Dr. Watson. He won’t survive if you don’t.” A pause. “Forgive me the double negative.”

Another click. He knows he’s alone now.

He sleeps.

Day 2 here.

[ghostofnuggetspast]

The Head Wasn't Really Hungry

John was peckish one night in the flat

Thought he'd grab a quick snack - this or that

When he opened the door

Of the fridge, there was gore

"Just tea for me" yelled the tall brat

@totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @friday411 @iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant

[ghostofnuggetspast]

Sigh. Sad but beautiful yes. I'm not crying. I'm in public. I'm allergic to cottonwood and it's everywhere.

Open - May Prompts (1)

I missed the first day and I couldn’t put this all to bed without finishing properly.

CW: Major character deaths. This is sad.

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Rosie leaves the top of the urn open as she walks.

They’d planned this. They’d sat her down long ago and told her about the perils of their work, how everything could come crashing down at any moment. They'd told her exactly what they wanted, if the worst came to pass. She’d known what to do and how and when to do it.

The worst hadn’t come to pass for a very long time. She will always be grateful for that.

She moves quietly through the apple blossoms, the birches, the rows of blooming lime trees with their tiny white starfish. A bit of London in the Downs, they’d said, as they planted memories for the last time. 

She walks to the bottom of the garden, to the gap in the hedgerows where the view stretches on for easy, wandering miles. A favourite spot, she knew, and the one they’d requested.

Her father went first, in the end. Her dad, eight months after. She took a strange comfort in that, as difficult as it was to lose them both within a year. They were never good at being apart.

“You’re together now.”

She blinks away sudden tears as she holds the two people who loved her most in all the world. 

“Goodbye, Boppa and Sock.” 

She joins them to the earth.

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The adventures of Boppa and Sock have come to a sad but peaceful end. The trees in their garden are from the 3rd prompt, with Sherlock pining for John as he walks through the park.

All of my May Prompts ficlets are on ao3!

Huge thanks forever to @calaisreno for the fun prompt series! Tags in replies. Thanks for reading <3

[yourbratan]

yo bro are u alright....?

[pucksandpower]

Random reminder that there’s a reason that Formula 1 has both a World Drivers’ Championship and a World Constructors’ Championship.

The standings do not occur in a vacuum — both drivers and cars make a difference.

Throughout history, there have been certain cars that even the best drivers could not have dragged to a championship and certain drivers who could not have been dragged to a championship even by the best cars.

That is to say, remember to account for context when looking at numbers on a page.

[milesofstars]

finally! an art post! ive been wanting to draw something coloured of damon for ages because hes my silly goofer

i was referencing sera_phiel's art while i drew this so there may be some similarities in style.. i love their art so much guys go follow him

needed some way to tie damon to the other sillies i draw a lot on this blog (ouma and saihara) so i was gonna add kai as kokichi for funsies, but i ran out of time so maybe later this week ill post that too!

[ghostofnuggetspast]

This is an interesting take!

Many thanks to @calaisreno for the prompt that got me writing the story that's been rattling around in my head for a few weeks.

John Watson has been invalided home from Vietnam and is desperately trying to keep Watson's Tri-State Trucking, the family business, solvent. As he travels across New York, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey, he notices a slender stranger. Late one night, they meet.

Prompt for May 1: Open

Everything ached. Everything from his shoulder to his big toe. The ache in his shoulder was dull and heavy. John tried stretching his neck from side to side to loosen it; experience told him it would be useless to try rotating the joint itself. The ache traveled down his arm in buzzy pulses that pierced his elbow and froze his ring and middle fingers. Lifting his hand from the steering wheel, he shook it violently before rhythmically squeezing it into a fist and releasing it.

Harder to bear was the burning pain from buttock to toe. No matter how many times he shifted his weight from one cheek to the other, the pain was constant. Ten miles outside of Binghamton his thigh began to throb. Just a little farther, he thought. Get to a truck stop or rest area, someplace populated and he’d catch forty winks. The lost time would be better than driving his rig off a bridge in desperation.

On the far side of Binghamton he pulled into a truck stop, parking well away from the other semis. After a quick trot to the head, he swallowed two aspirins with a swig from his flask and settled down in his bunk. The aptly named coffin sleeper provided just enough room to pull off his boots and shimmy out of his jeans before pulling the blanket over himself, but he didn’t care. His rig was paid for—much as he admired the newer Peterbilts with their fancy cabs that were as well-appointed as a Newark studio apartment, the 1962 Mack belonged to Watson’s Tri-State Trucking one hundred percent and only needed the occasional bit of doctoring and prayer.

Two days on the road with minimal breaks—the client in Buffalo paid a bonus for early delivery—meant John was exhausted. Despite the pain, he was asleep in minutes. His dreams were painless, pleasant, in fact. He was two-stepping ‘round the dance floor at the Bluebonnet, feet sliding on the smooth wooden floor, slow-slow, quick-quick. He swayed in sync with the music and his hips moved easily. Slow-slow, quick-quick. His partner was vague, as happens in dreams, but he didn’t care. His body felt loose, moving to the music—some cover band playing classic hits--and his partner was gracefully leading him around the floor. The hips beneath his hands were slender and their gentle motion filled him with a tingling that was the opposite of pain. Together they moved in perfect harmony like a set of well-matched horses at the county fair. Slow-slow, quick-quick. A welcome warmth surged below his waist and he pulled his partner closer. John threaded fingers through his partner’s belt loops to tug their bodies closer, allowing him to feel a bulge there, matching and meeting his own. Slow-slow, quick-quick. As he dug his hips against theirs, his partner came into focus; not a woman, but the man from the truck stop. Dark curls, sharp cheekbones, pale skin, cupid bow lips. A little closer and he could kiss that plush mouth.

Suddenly, the twangy music was overpowered by the screeching whine of artillery.

“Incoming!” John yelled as he pulled the stranger off the dance floor.

Cover, they needed cover. John scanned the bar for a table, an alcove, anywhere that might provide shelter. This was a complete clusterfuck—his head ached from the constant whine of missiles and the acrid stink of explosives. The dance floor was littered with spent shells and disembodied limbs. John pulled on the stranger’s arm, sending them both skating through the slick of blood covering the smooth wooden boards. His eyes were watering now, his nose dripping from the smoke and the smell of burning flesh. This is it—this is how he’ll go home, another body bag, another nameless number on the evening news— He is shaking, huddled on the floor with a stranger in his arms because there is no escape, unless….Unless this were a dream, if he were dreaming, he could wake up. Wake up, he willed himself, wake up, dammit…wake the fuck up, asshole!

He shut his eyes and covered his head with his arms—he owed it to Harry, to Dad, to at least try to survive—

“You’re all right,” soothed a resonant voice.

“It’s not all right,” John heard himself say, “it will never be all right…”

Cold. He was cold despite being soaked in sweat.

“Yes, I know,” the voice answered, “but you are all right.”

There was a hand on his back, firm and steadying. Whoever was with him was close enough that he could smell the coffee and peanuts on his breath. John found himself matching his own breaths to those of this nameless, faceless companion. He didn’t realise how disordered his breathing had been until it slowed into an ordered rhythm. In, two, three, out, two, three. Slow, slow, slow.

“That’s it. Breathe. Good.” The strong hand traced circles on his back in time to their respirations.

John squeezed his eyes tightly shut before opening them. The world around him came into focus. It was night—he was in his truck—the 1962 Mack that his father had paid off before he died—tangled in his blanket. Kneeling on the driver’s seat was the stranger he’d seen in Gouldsboro and Norristown and Buffalo.

“What…how’d,” John croaked, he swallowed hard and tried again, “what are you, how did you get into my truck?”

“Hanger,” the man said, “left your window rolled down enough to work it through, which makes sense given the temperature and humidity this evening, but you might want to consider a different sleeping arrangement if you are opposed to uninvited guests. An inch and half of space is an open invitation, although I wouldn’t have taken you up on it if you hadn’t been screaming your head off. I rather thought you were being attacked, but now I reckon it was just a nightmare.”

[srslylini]

Why didn't the joke with the Enforcers talking about Jinx's pants land for me? I thought about it at length to be honest and while I'm still not 100% sure there is a lot of things that now are clearer for me at least.

I understand this is very subjective but hear me out.

Powder grew up with Enforcers oppressing her. The first scene we see her in is her having to shield and protect herself by singing on a bridge with Enforcers killing people she knows and even loves (her parents for one). We see how she views the enforcerers with the painted over faces, the scary creepy smiles.

We see her entire group, and her sister hate Enforcers for GOOD reasons. And so does she.

Well and now people might say "Jinx also made jokes with Enforcers in the first season" but did she? like this?

The humor felt incredibly nuanced and laced with pain. If they were even jokes to begin with. The humor was her leading Enforcers to their death so she could steal from Jayce's lab. The humor was FOR her, she found it funny, she found it amazing and cool. We as the audience weren't meant to "get the joke" so to speak.

That carries on throughout the first season. The humor is never this in your face, and she also doesn't engage in conversations with especially Enforcers, not like in season 2. For gods sake when she enters the bridge she IMMEDIATELY bombs all of the Enforcers. Of course that one wasn't even in universe humor, I'm not saying that.

And then there is of course also the way she sees Caitlyn. How she ridicules her during the shower scene, a big power display. That's her form of humor with the Enforcers.

The Season 1 finale ends with Silco dead and Jinx bombing the council, there is so much pain, so much suffering and then we get to season 2 and all of that is just

gone.

Her jokes and the humor she carries rarely hit because now, suddenly, it IS for the audience. We are suddenly meant to laugh, suddenly she is meant to be funny and ridiculous. I swear to god, we see her cry and scream, justified, when she sees her sister has joined the Enforcers, the scary faces appear on her own sister.

And now you are telling ME that this person, this character, would have this almost civil, "hilarious" conversation with an Enforcer before knocking them out??? This wasn't how Jinx's humor usually works. This almost felt like any random Disney show breaking the fourth wall to make us laugh when what I always felt like Jinx was meant to have her OWN humor. That we as the audience are meant to see but not understand and find funny.

[inkovert]

I don't make the rules but - if you don't get excited at the thought of going back and re-reading the story you wrote then you're writing the wrong story.

You are your first and most important reader.

[beescake]

yea i very much agree with ur take on sollux in his relation to older technology, u get it

please id love if youd share some more of ur analysis on his character (as well as ur art bc that shit is 👌👌👌)

either way, thanks for feeding my brain worms

im glad it resonated!! :') always happy to explore his character, he contains multitudes!!!

i think i may be out of sollux analysis for now, in the sense where i don't have anything new to add that hasn't already been covered in these posts? (please add if there's more...)

why i like sollux (lackadaisicallexicon, 2014)

comprehensive sollux status guide (syblatortue, 2016)

bioware machine (lime-bloods, 2016)

fridgestuck (LaureledEevees, 2017)

mary sue (3d-gla22e2, 2019)

favorite sollux trait (3d-gla22e2, 2020)

doom-bound static (gendertrickster, 2023)

however i will say there's another thing i really like abt him:

his Range!

he has a v flexible face.. even with his neutral expression, you cant help but read a tinge of melancholy/pensiveness to it.

he deters people from getting too comfortable with him by acting crude, but no matter how unapproachable he looks you can't help but wonder if he's ok. seems like he's never content with himself.

just like karkat, anger gives him purpose = something to care about & react to. without it he can appear aimless/uncertain.

it's especially interesting when you compare him to aradia, who despite having endured a lot of shit, ends up enjoying the freedom of expanding her worldview, riding the unpredictable tide of the narrative and observing the changes. sollux... doesn't.

he doesn't like watching major things progress in a way he can't predict. the lack of certainty actually overwhelms him.

and it's pretty clear why; imagine the only reassurance you get after unknowingly killing ur gf is that "it needed to happen". the only way to appease that sort of emotional turmoil is by intellectualizing those events as inevitable and out of your control.

(hs, A6I5)

when you’re just a tool for the author, trying to sit out is just feeble self-preservation until you’re needed again. if you’re not called on stage to help/assist in some way, it feels like your presence spells doom (either you or someone else will get hurt). so you avoid Events as best you can.

[toastytrusty]

PLEASE give us more dundy headcanons of his relationships with people or anything really your mind is expansive and beautiful

omg ty. twirls hair. to preface i truly haven't thought about this That Much outside of specific au-dependent scenarios so tgis will probably be very disorganized but i'll do my best

i think he has like. really mild one sided beef with crozier. he respects him a lot and begrudges how much he comes to like him, but for a while, especially while they're still on the ships, he haaaates him. he gets really protective of his friends, and hates the way crozier frustrates james and burdens ned by isolating himself and leaving them to essentially run and lead the ship / expedition without his senior authority.

dundy's got some real fierce blind loyalty to all his friends, but Especially james. he hates crozier on james' behalf because he knows james can't fully hate him himself. he encourages james to yell at crozier and tell him off etc etc etc. he's the "aren't you tired of being nice all the time? don't you just wanna go apeshit?" voice in james' ear. he tells james that crozier isn't worth his time and doesn't deserve his respect etc etc etc. and Then. when they're out of the ships out hauling on the ice and james and crozier are becoming actual friends, dundy starts getting jeaaalous. but like he keeps it to himself because he knows it's a good thing that their captains are getting along even if he doesn't like it. regardless he probably gets really clingy with james and more affectionate and posessive and pathetic. i think he's the most pathetic about james. that's his #1 guy who he'd go to the ends of the earth with, not out of duty but out of love. fully committed to never leaving his side if only he has the power to do so. he tries to shoulder as much of james' burden as he can and support him in any way possible, bc he knows him better than anyone else. mostly

and for ned i think he gets a whole different kind of protective over. dundy is someone i see very much wanting everyone he considers in his group to feel included and seen and cared for (he probably would listen to hodgson yap and yap for hours and be genuinely engaged in the conversation where most others would be completely clocked out), and when ned starts visiting erebus more for command meetings without crozier or coming to steal james' alcohol and whatnot, he just. attatches to him and essentially assimilates him into the erebus family unit. constantly makes sure ned is taking careof himself and getting enough sleep often by seeing to it himself. he'd probably sleep on top of ned if it meant ensuring he rested for any prolonged duration of time, because he's just dramatic and unserious like that. i hate terms like mom friend or mother hen but he is kinda those things. he sees a sad neglected adult man and goes "is anyone gonna emotionally support and adore that?" and doesn't wait for an answer. he gets even More pissed at crozier for making ned deal with everything alone and burdening him with so much responsibility. he's kind of an eternal optimist "we always deserve better than these horrid circumstances" type guy. perfect support for ned's misery. i also think he really pitys ned, and i think he's someone unafraid of pitying people. he doesn't see it as like. condescending or belittling. he sees things in the cold harsh reality that they are and wants everyone to be able to be happier than they are. and i think that is fully epitomized in his relationship with ned

with gore it's a little more difficult because gore has like 8 seconds of screentime in the whole show (which is only slightly less than dundy's 12 seconds, alas). i think gore is incredibly competent and reliable and calm and reassuring and sweet and attentive and caring and dundy just adores him. i mesn i think dundy adores a lot of people he has a heart full of love but yk. they can depend on each other and relax in each other's presence and really trust each other to be Capable and Alert and feel very safe around each other. i think dundy flirts with gore more than anyone else (i don't think he really has to Flirt with james in the typical way it's more unspoken action or dramatic displays or direct love confessions) and gets really theatrical with it. something abt gore being generally quite calm and polite and dundy trying really hard to make him properly laugh. in an unrealistic scenario where gore didn't get merc'd immediately, he'd also rope gore into his ned little defense league and they're all veryvery close. dogpiling for warmth and such. they try and kidnap ned and not let him go back to terror because they can treat him better and keep him safer than anyone over there (smth smth dundy getting selfish and disregarding the greater good in favor of the well being of those he is closest with and prioritizes in his mind). in the realistic situation where gore Does get merc'd i think dundy loses a lot of trust in himself and his own ability because he bounced so much of his confidence off of gore. not to mention every person he loses would Majorlyyyy damage him emotionally. if he ever found out crozier used gore's eulogy on sir john i think he'd flip tf out

like i said earlier i think he very much thinks of himself as having a Group. he's very outgoing and loud and friendly and affectionate within his group and his people but Isn't Suuuper outgoing outside of it? like at a party or social event he'd rather talk to his two friends for three hours than go meet new people, not because he's shy or anything but because he just likes his own people so much, why should he go find someone else? that being said he's very accepting of new people within the Group and will gladly accept new people into his heart, if they deserve it. i think he's got some standards for that though. he thinks very very highly of his people. and Within his group he tries to make sure everybody is included and seen/heard etc. at full command dinners with all the lieutenants he's gonna be asking like irving questions and nudging shoulders and elbows to make sure no one feels left out

also he loves theater. he and james love doing theater together. he's just as much a fan of drama and theater as james is. awwww

i'm sure I'll think of more at some point but i've been writing this all day and it's really long now so i think i will cap it here...for now.......

[maplethedarkshine]

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

[crow-caller]

Upd8:

I've been losing a fistfight to mental illness lately but am making progress:

-Bethany's sin review is in progress! I don't think it'll be very long (atm I'm 2k in, my guess would be 6k length, so half an hour?) but who knows.

-my fallen london lore vid (part 1) is MOSTLY done. The main issue is deciding when to call it finished— a lot of admin choices about how much info to give when, what order stuff should be in, etc. I want to strike a balance between spoilers and cool info— "if I wanted to tell a pal about FL, how much lore would I spoil to intrigue them?" Stuff like the Masters being capitalist space bats is technically a big spoiler, but also a huge draw to get peopleto check the game out! Later I hope to do a part 2, part 3 and actually get in depth on the more esoteric aspects of the world, but I want this to be a layman's introduction.

-after these, I still do not have a next book/series picked out. I have so many options and suggestions.... my instinct though is that it is time I read The Cage, aka That YA Book Trilogy About A Human Zoo. That sounds fun.

[residentialhomeowner]

a lot of people are using nex as a queer talking point without even mentioning they were choctaw and 2S. without even mentioning that this - harassment, assault, murder, disappearances, lies/indifference/denial about the circumstances of our death - is typical of the violence we face. not once have i seen non-native people address that we, as natives, face this same treatment within queer communities. that queer institutions use our land while declining to offer native-inclusive and -sensitive care. we suffer at the hands of white lgbt+ people just as much as we do at the hands of people outside the community.

nex is not your NB pariah. nex was a 2S, NB, choctaw child. thousands of native people go missing and are killed and no one cares. many are two-spirit. many are LGBTQIA+. many are "queer" in ways only defined and recognised by our closed cultures, that you may never hear of and may never understand.

if you are going to flock to nex, you are not going to take them from us post-mortem. they were choctaw. they were native. their tribal affiliation has already been falsely reported on. if you are talking about nex, you will talk about how unwelcoming and dangerous your communities are for us, too. you will talk about how natives face this violence constantly, everywhere. you will not remove nex from the context of them being choctaw, ever - or you won't say their name at all.

even when we die, you don't care about us. i am telling you to care about us if you want us to stop dying.

[v-thinks-on]

Gabrielle readied her staff and dropped into something like a fighting stance. “I’ve got this.”

Xena gave her a dubious look.

“At least I look the part, don’t I?” Gabrielle swung her staff wildly for emphasis.

“You might fool some village ruffians,” Xena allowed with a wry smile.

Gabrielle grinned. “That’s a start, isn’t it? And you’ll teach me the rest.”

“Will I?”

However, Xena obligingly picked up a stick, holding it like a sword, and Gabrielle rushed at her. Xena languidly knocked aside Gabrielle’s fiercest blows, and pushed inside Gabrielle’s defenses until they were almost pressed against each other.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i'd like to address the allegations that Charles is a dummy for cutting about in a METAL wheelchair when his nemesis is MAGNETO. Yes, Erik can at any time yeet Charles around by the chair. He also knows that as soon as he touches the chair, he has lost. As soon as he even THINKS about grabbing the chair in anything but a life or death situation, he puts himself in timeout in the south pole.

charles may be a dummy for putting faith in magneto Not to be a menace and yet its the trust he has in erik not to do him harm despite how easy it'd be ..... power move if you think about it ....