nal. if you're still doing these. 🌧️🌧️🌧️i believe in you 🌧️🌧️🌧️
🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.
😈😈😈 thank you kota thank youuuuuuu
Prisons like Tartarus, and Iron Maidens; 24/7 full body restraints, solitary confinement, induced comas and long-term sedation; the Targeted Instant Elimination System—
As punishments, they are not cruel and not unusual. They’re used around the world and has become basic detention methods. According to most governments around the world, they are not degrading; they are not inhumane. Quirks has changed the standards of what it means to be human; and thus, what indignities are considered allowable for a human to experience and suffer through has also changed...
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When one is deemed as having lost the privilege of being called human; when one is seen as barely human at all, there are no human laws, morals, or social norms can’t be suspended to contain such a beast.
But it goes the other way too. If you aren’t considered a person; and if you too come to not consider yourself as belonging to the group of beings called ‘people’, then human laws, morals, or social norms don’t apply to you. Human connections and community have no meaning. Concepts like belonging, compassion, or the future do not exist.
After that, there is nothing a beast such as you can’t do to an actual person.
tho i have to wonder if this is angst? Or just me on a soapbox.
Well. If not, and with all the rainy cloud emojis, here's Spinner angst:
"I..." I want to follow him. I want to help him. I want to see his dream come true. I want—
"Don't worry about it," Spinner mutters. "It's nothing important. Doesn't really matter."
Because it doesn't. There's not anything to do, these are just feelings that tumble around inside of him, just dreams that he can't control until he wakes up. That's all there is and that's fine. Spinner knows the step after realization is... confession, but he won't be doing that. Confess to Shigaraki Tomura. Sounds crazy. Shigaraki doesn't have time to deal with things like romance or dating or whatever this is. Plus—
I'd been an empty shell. It's why I hate everything. Every living, breathing thing just rubs me the wrong way.
Where's room for —love— in all that rage? Shigaraki has given the League enough proof that he tolerates them, trusts them, might even like them, that they are exempt from 'Destroy Everything', but a small quiet part of Spinner wonders. What's after annihilation? What happens when there's nothing else to destroy? Never mind that the probability some of them won't survive this apocalypse is certain enough.
The thing about that rage, Spinner knows - has felt himself - is how it's fueled by grief, which itself is a bottomless black hole that can and will smother and eat away at everything. You'll never be able to get back what's lost, and whatever manages to regrow, breaking through that dead-dry ground, is never the same. Colder, smaller, uglier.
It's hard. It's survival. There's only essentials and the little space left available is for very precious things. For the few special memories, for fleeting moments of peace, for wild hopes and dreams.
Those dreams of Shigaraki's, Spinner will protect. For him, that's enough. Already more than he had ever hoped for.
