Okay. I Wanna Rant And Talk Again About C!Schlatt And How It Makes Sense That He Is Pro-governmental

Okay. I wanna rant and talk again about C!Schlatt and how it makes sense that he is pro-governmental structure or even a structure with an emperor on top.

Him being a sheep hybrid makes sense in that case. Sheep flocks usually have a sheep that leads them (the role of the leader is usually exchanged among the sheep). There are many different factors that determine which sheep will lead the flock. One of those is age and experience (Schlatt would be one of the oldest in the group, especially if we are talking about the Manberg cabinet), dominance which is determined by social interactions (Schlatts comes off as confident in his beliefs. Doesn't matter if he actually has a high self esteem or not as long as he displays such in public) and also initiative, which Schlatt of course showed.

Sheep are very social animals. They will get stressed and depressed in isolation (which makes a lonely limbo quite impactful for Schlatt and could lead to a scenario in which he would be very desperate to stay near the person that revives him). So him wanting to have a community and clear structure makes a lot of sense. So he would definitely be opposed to anarchy that Technoblade and Phil want.

One of the main instincts is to keep the flock safe...so getting rid of danger (such as Tubbo, as he is a traitor) is a reasonable response. (Not saying that Tubbo deserved death but besides of getting rid of him...there weren't many options. Maybe imprisonment, so he won't carry out important information or plans)

(Also. The angst of Quackity being the one to revive Schlatt and Schlatt just acting overly dependent on him because he was in isolation for such a long time. For something that felt like literal years. Quackity not really understanding. Maybe feeling mocked. But later seeing that Schlatt has that behavior with everyone he knew, like Fundy.)

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Okay...so...you talked about Schlatt having a hearing aid. So...what do we think about him turning it off whenever he has an argument with Quackity?-

Plot twist; Quackity learns sign language, just so he can still tell his point even when Schlatt doesn't physically hear him-

I am thinking back to Quackity not meaning to shot Schlatt. Him wanting to get the man's attention because Schlatt wasn't listening. Because Schlatt was focusing so much on himself and what he did, instead of acknowledging all the sacrifice that Quackity did.

The arrow was meant to fly next to Schlatt. Maybe cut the cheek but not actually harm him. But Schlatt kept moving. Wouldn't hold still or stop talking, turning in the wrong moment and the sharp tip burrowed itself in the flesh of the man's neck. The rams mouth starting to fill up with blood and him falling to his knees. Quackity only being able to watch with trembling hands, positioning the wings close to his body. Looking around and not seeing anyone before walking over. The taller man grasping onto his clothes, gurgling up blood that splashes on the vice presidents uniform.

It all ending after about five minutes when Schlatt finally stops moving.

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"But the art is gross!"

Come'ere and let me tell you a story.

When I was in my senior year, a painting of mine got into an art show at a university museum. I was wild crazy excited and wrote out my artists statement in one night about the piece. I painted it based off a photo I took of a local reservoir during a particularly bad time and my statement spoke about being queer in my city and finding peace at places like the reservoir. I painted it with pallet knives and acrylics.

I was forced to remove any mention of my queerness from my statement due to the "sexual nature" of it by people at my school. There was nothing sexual about it.

Obviously, I did it, with some pressure from others. but when I drove up to see it there, I could not feel proud of it there. Compliments felt hollow. I was told they placed it at the front because they loved it. But it was censored in a way that made it lesser to me. Often I wish I would have refused.

Censorship doesn't stop at "icky" things. It crawls and devours like ivy until everything is dead. Nothing remains.