The institutions you’ve relied on have betrayed you
They have enriched themselves at your expense
Offering the choice of authoritarianism and worse
Destroying the very planet with their greed
This dystopia was created without your consent
The lie that you are powerless used to keep you weak
But you are neither weak nor powerless
And you need not fear these cowards in power’s guise.
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.
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 QNOA is dark. I'm usually flippant and stuff but… you wanted some insight into me, and I've had some old self lurking lately. The theme is death, so trigger warning… that's a huge theme here. Be warned. And if you want to keep derpy silly dork me in your head as pristine, maybe skip this one.
TW: Death, Dying