#re-education

[trooperst-3v3]

Feeling a little. . . listless today.

Deej is out touring with the combat troopers again. Life Day has passed. Captain Peavey has threatened to skip re-education and just toss me out of an airlock if I start decorating for Halloween.

I need something to look forward to.

[unity80715]

He has joined Unity. He really wants this NOT to be just another lame online fantasy. He wants order and discipline. No he doesn't. He NEEDS it. He needs it to be real.

He got his hair cut especially for this moment. Through that door it's real. Through the door is the recruiting officer for the re-education program. He stands with his hand on the door. It's not a door it's a fork in the road. Only one of those forks leads to where he wants to go.

Those reasons not to do this aren't reasons. He knows that. They're excuses. They're obstacles to be overcome. He must find a way.

His quest takes one thing. Life takes one thing. Courage. But he's very lucky because he also has support. Unity has given him support. He can feel all the brothers in uniform behind him, wanting him to succeed. But he needs to find the courage.

He's done dreaming. He's so done with that. If not now then when? His brothers are here for him now. He knows they are willing him on. If he does, they all will too.

He must lead. He steps forward.

Whatever happens next he has already succeeded.

[internutter]

Challenge #04329-K311: Complete Job Satisfaction

I get to say NO to deregger tourists when they get arrested for their behavior and they demand I release them from their confinement. Telling them no, after how ones like them treated me and my family, is quite.... good for me. -- Anon Guest

I love my job. It's so fulfilling and edifying. Satisfaction is almost guaranteed. Frustration, too, but far less than the warm comforting glow of schadenfreude aimed at someone who clearly deserves it.

I'm an educator-guard at an Alliance re-education facility, and I work the areas known colloquially as "The Playpen".

They're all soft spaces where everything is either heavily padded, or so unbreakable that the patients will hurt themselves if they try to destroy it. All the padding is easily replaced and made from recycled cellulose. The same with their clothes. The people in there tend to act -well- incredibly childishly.

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[auroragehenna]

No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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TW/CW: Electrocution, implied mind reading, punishment, threats, a tad of fantasy racism Word count: 1'589

Harmonia was awakened by a sharp tug of the chain connected to her collar. She choked, coughed, and blinked against the sharp light. Fuck she hated that thing. Out of shock, she had opened her eyes way too fast and now they were filled with needles. What was wrong with her?? Was she losing her nature? Her eyes should be used to much more brightness. Please no-

“Good morning, doll.”

Harmonia groaned as she pushed herself up. Only to be pushed down to the floor again by a foot pushing down hard on her back.

“You always make such brute sounds, I can’t have that from my doll, do you understand?”, Electra drawled.

Harmonia pressed her lips together, filling them with oxygen to prevent any sounds from slipping out. She squeezed her eyes shut in pain as the charred feathers touched each other and sent waves of pain into her brain. When she had finally made it into a sitting position she looked up at Electra who was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed already. Always making sure she could tower over her. She would love to get up on her feet but that would only result in Electra forcefully bringing her down again, probably on her knees, painfully. And she didn’t want to cause herself more pain than necessary. “Good morning, Ma’am.”

“Did you have a good sleep?”

“Better than I imagined, sleeping next to a monster. Urgh, I guess my body wanted me to have enough strength for today.”

Electra chuckled. She stood up from the bed, crouched down and unlocked the collar around her angel’s throat. Then she straightened up and gestured for her doll to do the same.

Shakily Harmonia came to her feet and while doing so, the demoness-Electra put a hand under her jaw and lifted it until she straightened up and they were holding eye contact.

“You think I’m a monster, Harmonia?”

Harmonia hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out the best strategy. Her inner alarm was going crazy but she just couldn’t put her finger on why.

“Come on, I give you permission, to be honest, you didn’t have a problem speaking your mind before.”

Okay, doesn’t matter anyway, it’s already too late. “Yes. I think you’re a monster.”

“Well that’s funny.”-Suddenly Electra’s grip turned more forceful, and Harmonia could feel her jaw starting to hurt-“When you didn’t even see the worst of me yet.”-The room seemed to get darker and the temperature seemed to drop with every passing moment. Chills were running down Harmonia’s body-“You think what you experienced so far was monstrous? You poor, naïve, dumb, child. Trust me on this, you don’t want to see me become the monster you say I am. Now ask me to give you breakfast. Ask me nicely or receive your punishment starved.”

Harmonia was still only looking at her, she wished she knew what to do right now, anything, but there was nothing in her mind. As much as she hated it, this time she had to admit she was…outmatched. For now. Yeah. “If-if you would be so gracious, Ma’am, might I have breakfast, please?”

“You may. Otherwise, you simply don’t last long enough.” Electra let go of her angel’s jaw and ordered her to follow as she made her way to the eating room. Once there they ate. Electra noticed that her angel barely managed to keep the food down even with her stomach grumbling through the room. She sighed. “If you puke on the table you’re gonna clean it.”

“Understood, Ma’am.”

“Listen, doll, it won’t do you any good to panic over it now. I am going to punish you for misbehaving either way, try to not make it harder for yourself than it needs to be.”

Harmonia gulps, looks down again, takes a deep breath, looks back up and nods. “I will do my best, Ma’am.”

“Good, because that’s what I expect from my dolls.”

Of course. Of course only the best is good enough. Nothing has changed since I left home. Don’t think of that now. Another thought bawled(?) for her attention. Harmonia suppressed a shiver. She could only hope that Electra wouldn’t decide to permanently injure her. Or take her wings. The angel paled even more at that thought. Suddenly she couldn’t stand living  in her own head anymore and she finished her breakfast as quickly as possible.

“Suddenly so enthusiastic.”, Electra grinned.

Harmonia dared to not answer to that and blessedly Electra let it slide.

After they were both done, and Harmonia felt like the demoness took eons to eat, they both stood up. Electra ordered her angel to follow and they went back to her bedroom. There the demoness stood in the middle of the room, facing Harmonia and the crackling fireplace. “You disappointed me, doll.”

It shouldn’t sting. It really shouldn’t. But it did.

“You can’t expect me to just let that slide, can you, doll? When you decided to betray me.”

Yeah definetly, how could I after you tortured me so nicely.

“Tell me, doll, what was going on inside your head during all that?

“What do you mean? I wanted to get out of here. You’re keeping me against my will.”

“Did you never think about anybody else? Or were you just hurting and decided that make sure you hurt me as well? And everybody else, by putting me in a bad mood?”

Harmonia just stared at the demoness.

“But that as it may, I’m sure you will learn to be less selfish.” Electra stepped closer to Harmonia. “Now tell me you’re sorry for trying to escape. And that you won’t do it again.”

Harmonia pressed her lips together. Then she spoke in a trembling voice. “ I am sorry for trying to escape. I won’t do it again, Ma’am.”

Electra sighed. That was a lie, doll.”

Before Harmonia could react a shock, strong enough to knock out a horse drove through her entire body. Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground.

Electra stepped behind her and ran her finger through the angel’s thick wavy (rose) hair. Then she gripped and pulled her doll’s head up by it.

Harmonia grunted in pain as she was pulled upwards by her hair. Now she was on her knees with her head held up.

“So, another time. Tell me you’re sorry for trying to escape. And that you won’t do it again.”

“Harmonia grits her teeth. “I won’t try to escape again, I’m sorry.” Another shock travelled through her body. And Harmonia could only try not to scream. Her body had started twitching and her scalp hurt already from the strain of the pulling.

“And now the honest version, doll?”, Electra demanded.

“G-go t-to h-hell.” Harmonia stuttered.

“There you go, doll.”

After that sentence Harmonia couldn’t hear or feel anything besides the pain inglufing every fibre of her body. She didn’t know for how long Electra let the voltage run through her, she just wanted it to stop. Somebody was screaming, maybe her?

Electra let the lightning run out. Her angel was twitching violently but she didn’t let go of her. “Are you now ready to embrace the truth?”, she asked a bit too cheerful.

Harmonia could barely talk. Only incoherent stutters came out as she tried to answer the demoness.

“Tsk tsk tsk, we can’t have that can we.” She freed one of her hands from her doll’s hair and touched her forehead.

Instantly Harmonia stopped twitching so violently. Now only some involuntary flinches and pain remained.

“Now, shall we try this again? Tell me what I want to hear!”

“I’m sorry that I tried to-to escape! I won’t try it again.”

“Hmmm, why do I not believe you…” -Harmonia tensed up again, closing her eyes in anticipation of the next wave of torture.- “Oh right, because I can see that you’re lying! Hopefully you’ll be wiser next time.”

“No-no-wait!-Argh!”, Harmonia yelled as the next shock waves ran through her.

“I won’t wait, and you can’t beg your way out of this. What were you doing when I caught you?”

Through the flaring pain Harmonia pressed out: “Trying to escape.”

“Are you sorry about your mistake?”

“N-No.”

“What were you trying to do when I caught you?”

“Trying to escape!”

“Are you sorry about your mistake?”

“I’m sorry you caught me!”

“That’s not what I asked, Harmonia! What were you doing when I caught you?”

“I tried to escape!”, Harmonia basically sobbed by now(?).

“Are you sorry for your mistake?”

“I am! I’m sorry I tried to escape!” Harmonia screamed. Tears running over her cheeks.

“Will you do it again?”, Electra pressed mercilessly.

“No. No I won’t escape again!”

Electra waited a few moments before she raised her voice again. “So you tried to escape? And you’re sorry? And you won’t do it again?”

“Yes! Yes, Ma’am, all of that!”

Electra looked down on her angel, withdrew her electricity and let go of her hair.

Harmonia dropped to the ground and could only think of the burning pain her body was drenched in. Somewhere far away she registered that somebody was moving her. Then she was laying on something soft, legs maybe? And somebody, a woman was talking. She tried to focus and understand the words. Finally she could make out a few pieces. none of this…have happened if…just behaved…Wouldn’t need to…instead be nice…like this. Then she could feel how hands stroked through her hair, gently, massaging the scalp. And that was the last thing she felt.

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[dkniade]

watched Saikyouiku’s MV again and doodled

[autumnslance]

Do you have any headcanons for the Viera race?

Hrm, not many, really! We’ve been given very little about the viera of the Source, beyond the things that make them very similar to their cousins in FFXII, and were also borrowed by the viis on the First to cover for the lack of male models. It’s a shorthand form of storytelling that I’m sure SE would have liked to not have to do, given how some of the racial cultures on the First and Source do differ (though some, like the sahagin, don’t differ much it seems).

For my own viera alt, I feel like whatever Wood she came from was one of the earliest invaded and assimilated by the Garlean Empire, and Iyna and the other children sent for re-education--which, in Iyna’s case, didn’t take very well. I feel like there may be some kinda reasons for that, perhaps beyond her (at the time) nascent Echo, but it’s something I may need to puzzle over for awhile.

I don’t think there’s many viera around the Empire, due to how isolated the viera tend to be--like the Azim Steppe, it’s overall not worthwhile to go after that land, so few xaela have been displaced (like Sidurgu’s clan was) or conscripted, either. So viera are still rare among the conscripts and considered “exotic”. Those few are likely kept isolated from one another for the most part; I think Fran was maybe one of the few Iyna met after a long while of not seeing another like herself. As a result, Iyna’s not terribly connected to her own heritage as a rava viera, tragically, though she quietly holds onto what very little she remembers and later maybe picked up from Fran.

Oh, also, there’s probably more difference between the two types of viera than “one is slightly paler in skintone than the other” cuz that’s some nonsense and also where they live--mountain versus lowland jungle--would by itself create some pretty significant cultural differences, for heaven’s sake...

(Honestly still not happy with the “how” of the implementation of the viera and hope some of this gets fixed as time goes on, but given how others like the mooncats, duskwights, and roegadyn are handled, I’m not holding my breath)

[noir-savette]

dear yagami yato

everyday i get closer and closer to  f*cking every character in bnha. 

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?

[jessica-marie-baumgartner]

A History of Bias

Popular thought: That Aleister Crolwey was the most evil man in modern history

My first reaction: I was weary of his writing and practices in the occult. 

Upon further examination: I read about how he was a naturalist who led many people toward personal power but a small sect of his followers took magick too far, only seeking the dark elements and creating imbalance. 

I now know that: That Crowley’s teachings hold many gifts for those who are smart enough to leave selfishness behind. 

Popular thought: That Grigori Rasputin was an evil magician who destroyed the royal family of Russia. 

My first reaction: I was weary of his practices. 

Upon further examination: I am learning that he too was a naturalist, and healer who was misunderstood and vilified.

This is the oldest trick in the book. Magick has been outlawed and demonized by so many religions and ruling bodies that one must ask: Why?

This goes beyond fear.

It goes beyond blind bigotry and persecution.  

Hollywood sex cults, Government and global societies want all the powers of magick and the universe/Gods for themselves. It sounds far-fetched until you find old texts, forgotten books that have been purposefully put out-of-print or pushed into obscurity by movements that work so hard to disprove humanity’s connection to the energies that are born within everyone and flow throughout all of existence. 

They don’t want you to know all you are capable of.