You presume to own me
Taking my lack of aggression for consent
Foolishly assuming I am weak
But you have never been more wrong
I have studied you, your institutions
Where they are brittle, where they might break
Seeing through your illusion of strength
As you wield a power you do not deserve
And I am not alone
Your rulership is at our pleasure
A truth you seem to have forgotten
So step over that line if you dare
Because we are more than willing to remind you.
Just a bit of silly fluff and a bit of a writing exercise to keep “All Write November” moving, nothing to see here.
So, November is #nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) and like usual, I will… not be participating!
Buuuuut….
I’m going to challenge myself to write at least a little something every day. Not a novel, no, because that’s really not something I want to do right now. But… something.
So… expect at least something on one of these blogs every day this month. More or less. Probably less.
So for context… I’m currently writing the a NSFW scene in which Dio has just departed for school again and Runar, their friend, is comforting Vul. But I was sort of asking myself… what happened before that? And this… is part of that story.
For those of you who like… know me a little, this is… I’ve borrowed this from Vul and my actual lives. A lot of this parallels things that are real world canon, for lack of a better term. I’m embarrassed to say that I’m… dismissive, avoidant, sometimes mean. I’m working on it, but I doubt I’ll ever break free of those negatives entirely.
I love you, Vul. And I’m sorry I probably make it hard to love me back, sometimes.
So, I sort of had this idea… what if Dio… alt Dio, me, whoever… had gone bad? And this silly little scene just sort of popped into my head. I won’t say it was fun to write, but exploring an older me who lost everything that mattered… who let her rage and anger out and who was paying for it… it was an interesting headspace to be in.
Q: 30 Oct—If your character had a themed vehicle, what would it be?
I already answered this, but I thought it might be fun to contact “alt Dio” to ask her too, as she's a bit different. Anyway, we chatted over lunch; her answer is below!
I'm not broken, despite what I'd have me believe
Chipped, cracked, but never quite shattered
The weight of grief and circumstance conspiring
To convince me that I was weaker than I am
All of those lies I whispered in the dark
Punishments inflicted when I was not at fault
Self loathing masquerading as vigilante justice
An unfair sentence from a judge oft compromised
This is work in progress, but for those who were wondering what I look like, well… here you are? Sorry if it is unclear or disappointing… I still need to get that art commissioned.