Socrates Agrees

@socratesagrees.bsky.social

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I like to write stories. I love music. I play drums. I will draw again. He/Him. Cis/Het. Pro LGBTQ+ & Women's Rights. Free Palestine. Slava Ukraine. Death to AI & ChatGPT. Love Is Love. Spoken for by @ghostlymew.bsky.social‬.

A floofy calico cat named Kenma with long white, brown, tan, black and orange fur hides in a shoe box with only her big, luxurious tail hanging out and with the box open enough for her eyes to see outside.
A scruffy ragdoll cat named Mash with white, black, gray and brown fur sits on top of the (thoroughly annihilated) cat town in the window and stares up at the camera.
A post from Instagram showing a screenshot of the Hey Arnold! episode where a heatwave hits the city that gets so bad the kids almost beat up the Jolly-Olly ice cream man. The text says "This is that heat Arnold & Gerald almost beat up the Jolly-Olly Man in".
The cover art of Charity & Sylvia by Rachel Hope Cleves. A simple gray background with black text and two black silhouettes showing the titular Charity & Sylvia facing one another.
A screenshot of the "Cheddar Goblin" commercial from the movie "Mandy".
An exceptionally blurry, REALLY old and edited photo of myself only depicting my head from the nose-up. I'm wearing a blue hoodie with the hood up and partially covered in snow, having just thrown a snowball while out in snowy weather. One of my hoodie strings is still up and in front of my face from the motion. I'm wearing glasses but my eyes are Photoshopped to be glowing white with steam rising from them. This is the closest I will ever get to posting a selfie on here because hot damn do I look like shit these days.
A fluffy calico cat named Kenma with predominantly white fur along with tan, orange, brown, gray and black sleeping deeply on my office couch on top of a pile of blankets. She's lying on her side with her left paw extended, eyes shut tight.
A close screenshot from the roguelike game Dunjungle showing me, the greasy knife fish, sliding around and shanking fools. There is a candelabra next to me, because the zone I'm in is spoopy.
A fluffy calico cat named Kenma with white, tan, orange, gray and brown fur huddles down on the top of a couch while watching birds eating at our bird feeder outside, chirping and meowing at them while I talk to her.
A sleepy tuxedo cat named Polly with black fur, white whiskers, a white chin and white toes lies on a blanket in her special nook next to the HVAC vent, all snuggled up and warm with one paw stretched out in front of her.
... her friend with her thumb stuck out. And just like that, Haley’s HUD rebooted. A wave of euphoria washed over her. The relief it brought was profound, so much so that Haley couldn’t stop herself from slipping into a deep sleep. Hardly, now keeping watch over Haley and her vitals from her own HUD, was equally relieved when the crowded warnings clogging up her display started disappearing in twos and threes. It would take a while for Haley’s reanimators to fully rebuild her hand, but Hardly was here now, and, much like Haley, she did not react well to fear. Fear made her angry. She was watching a recording from Haley’s point of view, showing how wildly her night had gone off-the-rails pretty much right away. Seeing firsthand just how close the girl’s brush with death had been made Hardly even angrier. Luckily, there was a big, clunky punching bag conveniently nearby that she could take that anger out on. “So’s.” she began whilst cracking her knuckles and gaining altitude, “Seems ya been bullyin’ me mate, here. Hopin’ ta snap her up like a wee snack, eh? Well’s, now I’m here, feffernip. Lemme give ya some’fin’ good ta chew on.” Hardly rushed the machine in an explosion of momentum. A whipcrack cut through the air a half-second after she pierced the sound barrier, still gaining speed while riding on a jet stream of azure flame with her wings blurred and her teeth grit. The daffy contraption still hadn’t recovered from her one-two volley of concrete and was stuck half-buried in the wall to its left, its tendrils making a frantic but failing effort to dislodge its battered body. Hardly lent the junker a helping hand by hammering into its midsection with both of her pebble-sized fists, producing a teeth-achingly-loud “BRONG!” and damn near folding the thing in on itself before the laws of physics had their say and it was instead thrown back the way it had come, its prodigious bulk pirouetting through the air while simultaneously turning in a slow, cockeyed somersault.
A scruffy ragdoll cat named Mash with white, black, gray and brown fur snoozing on a bed, one foot cradled by his front paws and the other down by his scruffy tail.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNotice-ice-ice-ice: catastrOOOOOOOOOOOphic failure reported-ed by articiuLLLLLLLated limb number-ber four. Maintenance re-re-re-rEEEEEEEEEEEEquired-edSSSSSSHHHHHH-TAKT.” Losing one of its appendages seemed to throw off the machine’s already fragile equilibrium; it was still bearing down on Haley, but every “step” it took was severely lopsided now, and it kept fumbling into walls, leaving craters and holes in them while its tendrils struggled to prevent it from falling down entirely. Despite this, what looked to be some kind of valve on its midsection just above its rows of upside-down buttons was moving independently of its limbs. It spun steadily counter-clockwise, and the longer it did so, the more Haley could see a familiar yellow light peeking through what she realized must be a hatch, while the light shining down upon the terrarium receded. Haley wasn’t surprised to see that the terrarium was busted wide open now, and the sad, dying sprig of plant life within was already shedding its tiny leaves. A handful of them were visible on the floor, forming a piddly little trail that would soon be consumed by fire. Feeling sympathetic toward a plant might just be another symptom of Haley’s burgeoning insanity, but at least it would be put out of its misery soon. Along with its shitty, obnoxious caretaker. “Open up you stupid, worthless, loudmouth, UGLY piece of SH-” “NNNNNNo-o-o-tice: superHHea-ea-ting UUnIIIIIIIt ventila-SHHHHH-TAKT.” “FUCK YOU!” At the same moment Haley pulled her internal trigger, familiar yellow light flooded the corridor, and she was bowled over by pressure and heat.
My Bluesky profile header and profile photo. Both are progressively less-coherent images of Nic Cage turning into pure energy (I... Think?) in The Color Out of Space.
An excerpt from an in-progress story. "Oh well. She’d cool down as she walked. Busting down the double-doors would release some heat as well, and it’d let Haley blow off a little emotional steam too. Her body still felt wracked by tension, and the growing familiarity of that tension was keeping her on edge. She plodded onward, pivoting to the right where the hallway opened up and shooting a passing glance into the murk of the open room as she strode by. “NNNNNNNNotice: vi-viable biomass detected-ed-ed-edKRRSHT.” It was a good thing Haley had only eaten a protein bar that morning and then fasted for the rest of the day, otherwise she probably would have shit her pants right then and there. Some piece of junk in that big, open room had just BELTED out a flatulent, low-frequency hum that made her bowels quiver. Then it had the gall to cycle into what was probably its normal “speaking” tone while rattling out a stuttering status update. Haley was so blindsided by the noise that her vision whited out momentarily, but now she was full of indignant rage, plus sharp, recurring pangs of embarrassment that only stoked her anger all the more. “It’s just some kind’a machine.” she told herself in between deep breaths, “Don’t let a machine throw you off your game. Keep moving.” She hadn’t taken two steps before a heavy object landed on the floor, making it quake beneath her boots. Then she could both hear and feel something being dragged, the noise it made loud and raucous enough that it might be carving a trench. “NNNNNNNNNNNNNotice: nutritional slurry ex-ex-exhausted. Power reserv-erv-erves at ten-point-twel-elve percent. Biomass reserves at zero-point-nine-thrEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE percent. Biorefinery capacity at twelve-point-eight-five percent. Superheating u-u-unit functioning norm-WARNING: Superheating unit output at ab-ab-ab-abnormally high levelSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-TAKT.”"
A scruffy ragdoll cat named Mash with white, black, brown and gray fur lying on his side at the bottom of the bed and staring up at the camera with big eyes.
A fluffy calico cat named Kenma with white, tan, orange, black and brown fur relaxes on a ratty off-white couch, sitting directly on top of the gap between cushions for some reason and looking up at her person.
A commemorative stamp available on Discworld.com that celebrates the Glorious Revolution of the 25th of May, as depicted in the Discworld novel, The Night Watch. A man in silhouette with an arrow stuck in his chest stands a stop a silhouette of a barricade made out of household furniture, holding his flag high that says "25th" but which also blends with the banner above that states "The Glorious 25th of May" under "A" and "M" on either end, standing for Ankh-Morpork. The image is bordered by lilac and leaves, alongside the stamp's postage revenue of 3p.
A floofy calico cat named Kenma with white, orange, tan, brown and black fur lounges on a green chair, sitting up like a person on her butt and leaning over the arm rest, giving the camera sleepy eyes, her paws folded in front of her.
A fluffy calico cat named Kenma with white, tan, brown, orange and black fur peeks out from the closet through a red curtain and the wall next to her. In front of her is a cardboard scratching post. She is waiting for her person to unwisely put his hand near enough for her to dive on it and attack.
A ragdoll cat named Mash sits in the doorway to my office, his silhouette bathed in shadow while he monitors all the noise-making happening above the living room. Also check out my sweet lava lamp. It's green!
A photo of the central hallway in our house. Peeking out of the cat door leading to the basement we see Kenma, a fluffy calico cat with white, orange, black, brown and tan fur, hiding from the sounds of the roofers repairing our soffits. In front of her and closer to the camera is Polly, a tuxedo cat with her rear-right leg missing, investigating the noise and staring out towards the living room.
A fluffy calico cat named Kenma with white, tan, orange, black and brown fur snoozing on a green chair. She's sitting on her butt with her tail tucked under her back legs, leaning over the armrest with her head resting on it, one paw stretched out and the other clinging to the upholstery, so sleepy that she seemingly dozed off without lying down.
A sparse digital drawing made in Clip Studio Paint of the Noita (from the game, Noita) guzzling blood with a chainsaw wand. The background is stark black, with misshapen red text repeating "BLOOD" over and over again. In the foreground is the Noita, their silhouette and clothing displayed via bluish/purplish (I'm kind of colorblind, sorry) lines. Their right hand clutches their chainsaw wand, while their left is near their unseen mouth. Tied to their waist are two more bottles filled with blood.
A floofy calico cat named Kenma hanging out on her mom's clean laundry pile meowing at her dad and the world in general.
A scruffy ragdoll cat named Mash with white, gray, brown and black fur waiting for cuddles from dad before becoming impatient and diving into an empty cereal box with predictable results.
A screen taken from Hollow Knight: Silksong showing that 95% of the game was completed over 86 hours, 46 minutes and 40 seconds (I'm going to say the final... Eight or so hours were spent exclusively trying to overcome the final boss of Act 3).
Opening of a boss battle sequence in Hollow Knight: Silksong.
Now full of piss and vinegar from his flopping, Mash demands his nightly wrestling match where he takes out his energy and aggression on one or more of my limbs.
A scruffy ragdoll cat named Mash with predominantly white fur along with a blend of gray, black and brown rolls around on our kitchen floor as I coo at and talk to him. This is Mash's nirvana. I think if he could be doing this 24/7, he would be.
A tiny tuxedo cat named Polly stares up at her baby brother (adopted), a ragdoll cat named Mash with white, grey, black and brown fur. Polly's on the floor, angry that Mash has dared to occupy her usual spot for cuddling on the bed with Dad. Mash is not aware of the danger he's in.
Close up photo of a calico cat named Kenma with predominantly white fur along with a colorful mix of tan, brown, orange and black sits on the arm of a couch while staring off to her left. One of her paws is down on the couch cushion, while the other rests on the couch's arm beneath her.
A video of a fluffy calico cat named Kenma with predominantly white fur along with a colorful mix of tan, brown, orange and black in a windowsill chirping at me and the birds she sees in the tree outside. Her tail twitches and she turns herself around to get a better view of the creatures she would so like to go outside and chase.
A scruffy ragdoll cat named Mash with predominantly white fur along with a blend of gray, brown and black flopping on the kitchen floor while pretending to clean his face because he knows how adorable it is. He's looking up at the camera very obviously checking to make sure that he is, in fact, adorable and that he deserves treats.
A promotional image of Hornet from the Hollow Knight series, specifically the sequel to Hollow Knight: Silksong.
Whoops! Seems there's a Steam sale and I'm awash with purchases.
A gigantic spider plushie with white fur and black spots sits draped over a computer chair in my partner's office. Seriously, this thing is like the size of an especially gangly Siberian husky. TW for sufferers of arachnophobia.
A scruffy ragdoll cat named Mash with black, brown, gray and white fur appears trapped by a blue shoe box on a wooden floor, as though it's a giant rectangular clam and he was caught trying to swipe its pearl. Mash seems confused by this turn of events.
A scruffy ragdoll cat named Mash with black, brown, gray and white fur CONTINUES to try and squeeze his furry butt into a shoe box sat on a wood floor under a small table. For a moment he seems to settle, then he does his signature move (barrel-rolling on the floor) and throws himself out of the box, which then has the nerve to flop over and bump his snoot! The NERVE of this puny, insufficient rectangle!
A scruffy ragdoll cat named Mash with black, brown, gray and white fur does his very, VERY best to fit into a shoe box sat on a wood floor under a small table. He is determined and bumps and rustles the box when it refuses to cooperate.