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Fun(?) anecdote from real life: I know multiple people who were raised in a woman-only feminist lesbian circle in the 80s where they all raised their kids together. Like, they were really trying to make a man-free micro society thing happen, lived together in women-only houses, started their own women-run businesses, and obtained semen through various means that didn't include a relationship with a man. They were really serious about this.
About half of them went on to have children. And some of them had boys. Or at least children that were assigned male at birth. They also had girls, obviously.
I don't think this setting was good for either the girls or the boys, and I know some samples of both.
The ones that were assigned male at birth, really struggled for multiple reasons:
They were initially part of this really supportive and kind community, showered with love and affection from a lot of mother figures. But around 5 years old, some of the women stopped being comfortable with having those boys in their spaces. Which means boys were kicked out of the only community they knew, and the only community their moms were a part of. At 5 years of age. Holy abandonment issues, batman.
They were surrounded by women who thought that all of humanity's problems were caused by men. They were surrounded by women who thought all sexism was the fault of men (surprise! a lot of misogyny is perpetuated by women! it sucks but it's true!) They were surrounded by messages that said that women were victims and men were violent, harmful beings.
They were told a lot that they had to be very careful to not talk over others, to respect other peoples' boundaries, to be gentle and kind, etc, which is great as far as it goes- but they weren't told about respecting their own boundaries, or stepping up for themselves, or protecting themselves from harm.
About half the women in that group were what was called at the time a 'political lesbian' which means they were choosing to ignore their attraction to men because they thought men were, to put it simply, bad and not trustworthy. Do think of the message that that sends to their children.
If you were thinking that this would lead to some really depressed individuals who hated themselves/their gender/their sex (and not like, in a trans way, but in a "men are abusive assholes, and I'm a man, therefore I must be bad despite a lack of any evidence to support that position" way, along with a feeling that you're doomed to be an asshole), who ended up getting taken advantage of and hurt by others, you'd be right. Really, really depressed. And hating every part of them that is considered masculine . That is not, needless to say, healthy.
But that's just the amab side. I've known a few women who were raised in that setting and:
They were taught that they had to be tough, and assertive, and make them selves heard.
They were taught that men are bad, and men were looking to hurt them
They were taught that men are not and cannot be allies, and will never be able to learn enough to be a good ally
So, as adults:
They automatically think they are smarter and more ethical than men.
They think men will never understand feminism (even though it's really not that difficult of a concept??? Like, seriously. It's not hard.)
They end up being straight up mean to their sexual partners (because being lesbian isn't infectious, so most of them are straight) and other male loved ones; being disrespectful, not listening to them when they bring up issues, belittling and shaming them.
Thinking that men are always wrong, so making fun of them for say, wearing sun screen. Yes, really. Sun screen.
Straight up tell men who were raised by the same feminist lesbians they were, who were taught feminism explicitly by their (shared) mothers and again in college, that lived and breathed feminism from birth, that they just couldn't understand sexism or feminism, and that they could never be a feminist.
Pigeon-hole their amab quasi-siblings as sexist and pathetic man babies, despite their siblings' partners explicitly saying, "no, he does more of the house work than I do. No, he's more emotionally skilled and does as much or more of the emotional labor than I do. No, we're equal partners. No, actually, we're both agender, so stop putting your (stupid) gender essentialism on us."
Have a huge double standard- if a childfree woman doesn't know how to change a diaper, that's a non-issue. If a childfree man (with vasectomy even) doesn't know how to change a diaper, well clearly he's sexist and just expects women to take care of the babies.
When one of their amab siblings comes out as trans, completely flip their behavior from the above, and immediately take on the protective, let-me-show-you-the-ropes big sister role. Has the person changed? Nope. But they're no longer a man so now their feelings matter.
To their credit, the women that were raised this way that I still talk to have gotten better, once enough women and assorted non-men pointed out their behavior. So, yay, growth.
The folks who were assigned male at birth? They're doing better now; I've managed to convince the one that I'm married to that they're not evil because of their genitalia, and I've even managed to convince them that they don't have to let other people belittle them and trample all over them.
In sum, I think we should teach everyone to both stand up for themselves and be assertive and also to be able to listen to and respect others. To maintain their own boundaries, and respect other peoples' boundaries. To be kind, to themselves and others.
i used to be a kind of 'i think we need spaces with no men but in a trans-inclusive woman-positive way' person but the more i grow i think that whole idea is pretty flawed from the core? because like, 'no men' is reactionary thing by nature, but it also, like people much more learnt than me have said, suggests that the only way to create meaningful feminist spaces is by excluding men entirely? and 1. thats not true and 2. that bodes badly for a feminist future! as badly as some people might want it we are not becoming lesbian geckos any time soon.
the ways in which its flawed definitely interface w transmisogyny - and i think some antifeminists describe ideology like this as 'segregating the genders!!' in a way thats Wrong, but like, it's important that if we want a feminist future, people who might be percieved as men are accepted and allowed to learn and treated as people with equal potential to create a more just world and some of them become women and thats awesome and some of them dont, yaknow? fundamentally it comes back to the radfem idea that 'the people i think are Men have a sort of Evil Particle in them' being so unconducive to a meaningful feminist movement cos it prevents people from sharing their own experiences under the patriarchy and forming solidarity. it also positions the ultimate conflict of society as Men vs Women which very handily erases a lot of other lines of oppression in a way that benefits the white women who perpetrate it.
thats my feminist thinkpiece for the day
#uh#this turned into more of a rant than I intented#but it is history#and I do think more people need to know we already tried the sepratist route#and it sucks
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screw top rosé
summary: a cozy wine night with your boyfriend, matt<3 pairing: matt x feminine reader content: alcohol, kissing, fluff! a note from lilah đ: welcome to my first piece of work on this blog! i hope you all love it :) (lowercase intended!)
you smiled to yourself as you lit an autumnal candle, breathing in the sweet scent. the rain pattered against the window panes of your and matt's shared apartment, giving the space the perfect ambience for the evening. given matt's job as an influencer, especially in la, it was rare for the two of you to have a relaxed evening at home, especially on a saturday. somehow though, the whiteboard calendar that you kept in the kitchen was evening on this november evening.
you rushed to the front door as you heard matt's keys jingling in the lock, your fuzzy-sock-covered feet sliding across the hardwood floor. you threw open the door before your boyfriend could even unlock it, smiling eagerly at the plastic takeout bag in his hand.
"what happened to "hi", "how are you?"?" matt chuckled, snaking an arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head.
"no one gets between me and my food," you joked, but nevertheless returned matt's kiss with a peck on his cheek. "let's eat."
within minutes, you had your and matt's share of chinese takeout spread out across the bar where you two ate. before sitting down, you pulled a bottle of rosé from the fridge, effortlessly removing the screw top and pouring a glass for both of you. matt smiled, thanking you and taking a sip of the wine. fuck if it was a "girly" drink, he liked rosé.
the conversation died down as you and your boyfriend began to eat, your mouths occupied with the taste of good food. as you finished off your plate, you looked up at matt, noting his empty wine glass and the pink blush spreading across his cheeks.
"wine getting you already?" you chuckled, standing to clear the plates.
"i'm not a lightweight." matt grumbled, despite the darkening of his cheeks betraying him.
you chuckled, rinsing the dishes and putting them in the sink. they could be washed tomorrow. right now, spending time with matt, free of loud parties or events, was more important than housework.
"i'm gonna go put on my pajamas and then we can watch a movie!" you explained gleefully.
matt nodded, giving your ass a soft pat as you left the room. his insides felt warm already, thanks in part to the alcohol, but also to just how much love he felt for you. by the time you returned, clad in silky, pink pajamas, matt had set up the living room for the rest of your night. the bottle of rosé and your two glasses were set on the coffee table, couch decorated with fuzzy blankets, and the tv waiting on netflix.
you cuddled up next to matt under one of the blankets, pouring you both another glass of wine. unlike your boyfriend, you tolerated alcohol quite well, but it always made you smile seeing how sleepy and cuddly matt got. it wasn't long before matt grabbed the remote, flicking the tv to your favorite movie and wrapping his arm around you.
the living room was silent for a while as you became engrossed in your movie, comforted by the pink liquid in your cup and the feeling of matt's body against your own.
"baby?" matt hummed, poking your side.
"mhm?' you asked, pausing the movie and turning to face your lover.
"i love you," he giggled, cheeks pink and eyes shiny. "you're the prettiest girl ever."
"and i love you more." you smiled, kissing matt's plump, warm lips softly.
"i can't believe you like me enough to kiss me." he grinned, blue eyes crinkling at the corners.
"i'm your girlfriend, silly." you chuckled, noting matt's empty wine glass.
"so if you're my girlfriend, does that mean i can do this?" he yawned, plopping his head in your lap.
"sure does." you kissed his head, running your fingers through his messy, brown hair.
matt smiled and yawned, clearly sleepy from the alcohol. "that feels nice," he mumbled. "like it."
as time passed, the more the alcohol hit matt's system, the more cuddly he became. it wasn't long before he was practically laying on your lap, eyes blissfully closed. "i dunno why i'm so sleepy." he mumbled.
"two glasses is a lot for you, bubba." you giggled gently.
"bedtime?"
"sure, matt. bedtime." you smiled, placing a kiss to his head.
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Remember in the Alex hirshe comic con thingy he mentioned that Bill would also watch The Duchess approves
Soooooo would that mean that Stanfraud would watch cheesy old lady soap operas with Stanley?
Also has there been moments where Bill conceplated what will happen when he gets back to his body, what will happen to this family (while not his) that has become attached to.
Another thing I was thinking is how betrayed would Ford feel that Stanley was essentially playing house with Bill and how much anger would he feel at Bill for taking away time he could have had spent with his grand-niece and nephew, and with his brother?
This au is so incredibly interesting >v<!!!
They absolutely watch cheesy soap operas together â all the time. Itâs become their thing, honestly.
Bill definitely catches Stan writing his erotic fan fiction (canon information on the website) and will never let him live it down â ever. He does offer to proofread though! But Stan threatens to play synthesised music to get rid of him.
As for Billâs thoughts on getting his own body back. Itâs always been there in the back of his mind, usually as a positive. Finally, he can be free of this annoying skin puppet and get back to prepping for weirdmaggedon. Finally, he can be himself again! But, as the reality of it draws closer, he begins to experience hesitance, which he wasnât quite ready for. Why would he be hesitant? Heâs waited thirty years for this!
(His eyes tend to linger on the two photos Stan keeps down in the basement, one of the twins, and one of everyone: him, Stan, Wendy, Soos, and again, the twins).
Stan also feels a sense of⊠sadness, maybe? He isnât quite sure what it is. But thereâs something hanging over both of them as theyâve almost figured it out, and, despite the complications behind their friendship, Stan canât help but ask:
âYouâre not gonna just⊠disappear, are yah? Kidsâll miss you if you did.â
âIâd miss youâ goes unsaid.
And Bill probably has to pause for a second, caught off guard. Stan swears he almost catches a glimpse of sadness in his eyes, but itâs gone too fast, and Bill forces a grin.
âOh please, Fez. You couldnât get rid of me, even if you tried!â
Thereâs an uncertainty in his voice. Stan doesnât comment on it.
Honestly, thinking about Weirdmaggedon, I donât think Bill would be ready to accept how drastically heâs changed yet, even now, and would try to prove this by sticking with it. Albeit, he makes some changes. He doesnât have to put the Pines in danger! They can be V.I.Ps! Shooting Starâs already a servant of chaos as is, he can let her whip up some creations to terrorise the town! And for Pinetree? Weirdmaggedon would be a front row seat to Gravity Fallsâ weirdness on full display. With so much to study, how could he hate it? And Fez hates the law as is, why not let him be above it. Surely heâd appreciate the gesture after all theyâve been through together. A little token of his appreciation. And Sixer⊠well, heâll come around once he sees just how safe Bill is keeping their his family. Maybe heâll even throw Ice and Question Mark in the mix, just to cover all his bases.
Rationalising like that⊠it makes him a little less hesitant about getting his body back.
He doesnât tell Stan of course, or anybody, even after itâs revealed who and what he is. It has to be a surprise!
And finally, Ford.
He honestly makes me really upset in this au, because youâre 100% right. He hasnât just lost 30 years of his own life, heâs also lost 30 years of family. Heâs missed his parentsâ funerals, the birth of his grand niece and nephew, etc. And apparently, Stanley knew how dangerous Bill was, read all of Fordâs warnings and scattered notes, and still let him be around the kids, still played house with him all those years.
How has Bill manipulated him? He thought Stanley was smarter than that!
He canât even be happy to bond with his niece and nephew, because theyâve been deceived into thinking he was someone else for months â Bill, no less!
Honestly, it hurts the most when he truly accepts Stan hasnât been manipulated. He isnât doing this because heâs been backed into a corner, even if it started off that way. Heâs genuinely bonded with that monster. So have the kids. So have the townsfolk who Ford struggled so hard with to connect with.
Itâs a lot of salt being rubbed into open wounds.
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Agency, value systems, and growth: the fate of the Perfect Court tattoos.
Been thinking about the Perfect Court tattoos today, and Iâve finally decided what I personally hope happens to Jeanâs. I know there's a lot of discussion about a cover up like Kevinâs, suggestions like a flower, a sun, a fleur-de-lis; and I see that, but I raise you: he gets it completely removed.Â
I think it has something to do with what the tattoos mean to each character. More specifically, how each character got them, and what that means to them. Most of this comes from a quote I found on my last re-read of TKM:Â
The first time someone asked about Rikoâs and Kevinâs tattoos, Riko hadnât beat around the bush. He was the best striker in the game, he said, and he wanted everyone to know it. The story changed a little when Jean made his first public appearance with a â3â on his face. Riko was supposedly handpicking the future US National Team. He called it the âperfect Courtâ, and even though it was unofficial and unbelievably arrogant, his talent and upbringing gave some credibility to the idea. â
According to Neil in the first book, Riko and Kevin had been sharpie-ing on their numbers since they were children. This quote adds some more crucial context to that. It establishes that Riko and Kevinâs 1 and 2 came before the perfect court, and that the perfect court was what Riko decided their 1 and 2 (and newly minted 3) meant. This bit is what changed it for me, I think.Â
Riko and Kevin are both referred to as the sons of exy. Both are heirs to the game, Riko through his uncle and Kevin through his mother. They do it to signal their place in the world of exyâ heirs, future best in the game, destined for greatness. And then Jean comes along, and Riko changes the narrative. He comes up with the perfect court, and tells the world. The perfect court are his chosen players (read: his property). It furthers his control and possession of Kevin, who is allowed to be excellent, just not better than Riko. Kevin can be good, he just has to be good Rikoâs way, subscribe to RIkoâs model of success.Â
Riko dies with his tattoo on his face. He dies clinging onto the idea of the perfect court, that he is the best, and that the only way to be the best is through pain and abuse. There is no real change for Riko in the series, so it fits that the way heâs marked himself (read: the way he defines himself) doesnât change either.Â
Kevin gets his covered up with the infamous chess piece. For Kevin, the challenge is reclaiming the sport that is also his birthright. He is physically free of Riko and Tetsuji, but mentally, he isnât. Even with states between them and a new team, he is still understandably afraid of standing up to Riko. It goes against the status quo that has been beaten into him, and it takes him a while to be able to fully leave them and their limits behind. What holds Kevin back is that his greatness has always been defined. It has been defined by Riko, upheld by Tetsuji. He can be second best, a Raven, a prince to Rikoâs King. Kevin changes his tattoo right before the final gameâ in order to beat Riko, he has to first reject Rikoâs hierarchy, the limiting belief that was forced onto him that Riko was best, Riko was king. To me, its extremely fitting that Kevinâs evolution involved him putting his own mark on his talent. Instead of challenging Riko for âKingâ, or for that 1, he invents his own symbol. For Kevin, it's a reclamation of a game that was always partially hisâ just on his terms now.Â
Neilâs tattoo gets burnt off by his fatherâs henchmen. This also fits well in my mind, because in my opinion, Neilâs number one challenge wasnât actually Riko. Riko was Neilâs adversary, but Neilâs true terror was his father. The tattoos and their removal/evolution appear to be symbolic of the characterâs growth, so it makes sense that Neilâs wasnât on his face for long, and was taken off by (basically) his father. Each of the perfect court members had something keeping them trapped, things that wouldnât let them grow into who they were supposed to be. Rikoâs was the wound of his fathers rejection, and the toxicity created and maintained by Tetsuji. Kevinâs was Riko, and by extension Tetsuji. Neilâs is his father. Unlike Kevin, Neilâs not trying to be the best exy player in the sport. The sport makes him feel less like no one and nothing, and his continued playing is an expression of his will to live and his desire for personhood and a future. Neil wants better than what he has at the beginning of TFC, and the thing keeping him from that isnât Riko. Sure, Riko is connected to the Moriyamas, and Ichirou owns his contract now, and Neil fights with Riko a lot. But to me, the thing that caused him real terror and stripped him of his personhood and autonomy was Nathan. Riko branded him with the 4, and Nathanâs people took it off, as if to say, âNo, Riko isnât who you have to reckon with, itâs me.â Neilâs internal fight was with being the butcherâs son, not with being number four.Â
Jeanâs situation is best described by a line in the ECâ Jean never asked for this.Â
In his own words, he loved exy, and was excited for what he thought was an opportunity to improve, but it doesnât seem like he was ever vying for greatness. Then his father sold him, he was given the 3, and he was made perfect court.Â
Much like Neil, didnât have a say in his involvement. Unlike Neil, Jean adopts the mentality and hierarchy of the perfect court as his truth. Rikoâs estimation of his value becomes his own.Â
For Jean, the 3 has a lot to do with pain and self worth. In TSC, the only time Jean speaks positively about himself is when he calls himself perfect court, or when he talks about himself as a backliner. He has been conditioned that the only place he has worth is on the court. Nothing is important about him, just about what he is, the position he occupies. Where his personhood and bodily autonomy is denied over and over, his talent cannot be denied on the court. He is allowed to matter on the court, and nowhere else. In a sense, that 3 becomes the only thing about him that could be his.Â
The other thing about the 3 is that he didnât ask for it, but he has bled for it. So much of his relationship with the Ravens is defined by his rank. Even though the Ravens do not like Jean as a person, they want to be his partner, to have that 4. The reason someone protects Jean from repeated sexual assault is that 3, and how it could lead to a 4. This is why Zane strikes a deal with him, why Grayson goes all the way to the Gold Court to hurt him. It is what the sexual assault from the backliners is blamed on. The 3 was given to Jean as a mark of something he didn't ask to be a part of, and then he was forced to fight tooth and nail to keep it. It became the defining part of his identity because he wasnât allowed to have anything else. He wasnât even allowed to have his name.Â
In my opinion, I think that the ultimate expression of Jeanâs growth would be to take the tattoo off. He doesnât have to subscribe to that value system. Covering it would feel like half assing it. He can change it, but he has to keep a tattoo of some sort, because Riko put one there.Â
Note that I donât think of the cover up the same way for Kevin. For Kevin, exy was likely always going to be important to him, with Kayleigh as his mother. He is inheriting it, same way Riko is, and this inheritance is symbolized by that 1 and 2. Kevin wanted to be the best, and so the ultimate expression of his healing is him becoming the best his way. Jean has his tattoo because he is seen as an object, a talent investment belonging to the Moriyamas. What is a limit for Kevin is a brand for Jean.Â
For Jean, I think true freedom wouldnât be freedom to be the best, it would be not having to be the best. It would be not having exy be the most important thing in his life. To not need to defend something he didnât want. I hope he becomes so sure of his worth in the world, and so sure of his own autonomy that he doesnât need the 3 to tell him heâs worth something. I hope he realizes that he is his own before he is anyone else's, and doesnât need to carry around a value that someone else gave him. Â
In TSC, the legacy, abuse, and dehumanization of the Nest is killing Ravens as soon as the Nest is taken away. Without the strict environment and the imposed value systems the Nest and team gave them, the Ravens crumple. They seem to feel they can't go back (I suspect that whether âbackâ means back to their old lives or back to the Nest is different for every Raven), and that death is their better option. Ravens donât seem to be meant to survive outside the Nest. It is designed to be all consuming. Jean doesnât know who he is if he isnât a Raven, if he isnât perfect court, if he isnât â3â anymore. To live again, he has to leave the perfect court and its poison behind. He has to learn himself again, to rebuild and repair and create out of nothing.Â
Neil says it about Grayson, that he could have chosen to walk away from Rikoâs poisoned legacy, but it applies to all Ravens. To survive, to live a life worth living, they have to chose to fight their way out of that kind of thinking. Taking the tattoo off feels like him choosing to leave the Nest behind. Jean taking it off represents him shedding that entire ideology. No three, no expectation, just him and whoever he wants to be.Â
In short, the toxicity that the perfect court represented killed Riko with its symbol still on his face.Â
The Moriyamaâs never really owned Neil, and they werenât who he had to overcome. The tattoo was never going to be around long.Â
Kevin was held back from his birthright. His potential was conditional, and there was a leash on him. He needed to reclaim the game that would always be his, mark himself in his own image.Â
Jean needs to see himself as a person beyond his place on the court. He needs to walk away from the perfect court ideology and reclaim himself, with no oneâs mark on him.Â
#once again proving that i cannot write anything short ever#couldn't articulate in short form with a GUN to my head#as always this is just my personal take#equally excited to see whatever nora does with it#the sunshine court#jean yves moreau#kevin day#neil josten#riko moriyama#the perfect court
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Prompts for puff:
I have a few prompts you might like to write about! Some follow cannon, others are AUs (I donât know if you have a pref o_O) Feel free to edit these to your own ideas
Pirate AU: Class 1a are pirates, taking on the seven seas. But what happens when the League of Voyagers (a vicious rival pirate group) attack them, leaving them stranded on a mysterious island?
Shojou manga! Izuku finds Katsukiâs collection of shojou manga and reads it. Izuku discovers that Katsuki had been using phrases/tropes in the manga when talking to him. With this info, Izuku resorts to flirting the hell out of Katsuki. (Aka, Izuku finds out that Katsuki is in love with him and proceeds to romance him to the grave)
Villain Deku AU (hear me out), but itâs told from the perspective of Izuku from cannon who fell into the villain AU and helps Nedzu, Tsugauchi & Class 1A find and take down !villain Deku, all while Katsuki (from cannon) is finding ways to get him back. (Bonus points if !Villain Au Baku makes Izuku realise he is in love with him)
Hatsumeâs rings of doom: in which hatsume makes thought-sharing rings using quirk technology & makes Izuku + Katsuki test them out. The rings do not come off. Help them.
RealityTV AU: Where the promising young heroes of Class 1A get a segment on the hit show HEROES 4 HIRE: a reality show in which heroes are called to do domestic jobs like babysitting and beach cleaning. Izuku and Katsuki have been paired and will spend the entirety of the show bound together by the hands (at least when the cameras are running).
Streamer AU: (def not original but whatever) Katsuki is a famous streamer, known for shaking up the gaming world with his aggressive play style and notorious attitude, but how will the sweet, funny and precious cinnamon roll that is Deku react when he gets placed into a raging tournament with katsuki? (Extra: Izuku is a badass and creates one of the most influential dynamics with Katsuki, who is ecstatic that someone can match his freak)
My personal fav TIME TRAVEL AU: This prompt can go many ways (AND I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS OMGSVFSNBDJSVS) but Iâll just pick one: Somehow, Izuku (who just got done fighting Muscular for the first time) gets transported to his middle school class, chaos ensues. (Katsuki is beyond concerned for Deku, but needs to get his head out of his ass before trying to reach out) How will Izuku handle being ripped from his time?
Hope these help. And it sucks that you are surrounded by Trump supporters, honestly fuck them. I want to cremate him and put him in a firework that explodes and says âEQUAL RIGHTSâ, or smth like that.
(p.s. you are one of my favourite authors EVER and I go insane when I read your stuff. Literally frothing at the mouth rn)
Hi, thank you for the prompts! It makes me really happy that you like my fics <3
I probably wonât use all of these (at least not immediately because Iâm kind of a slow writer. But I also do have a preference, I like to write canon compliant stuff so I donât think Iâd have the skill set to write the pirate, villain deku, and streamer AUs, though I do think theyâre cool ideas to keep in mind for later!), but the Shoujo Manga, Ring of Doom, and Reality TV AUs sound hilarious, Iâm definitely using those.
I really like time travel AUs, but I will say I do already have one planned. Itâs like a continuation of another fic but I plan on making it long so Iâm not working on it rn. Iâm not sure how long exactly, but at least over 50k words so itâs definitely something for the future!
And yeah I think I can speak for every queer person of color who lives in the south, being here right now is kind of spooky if you donât live in a big city. Luckily, I do live in the city, but my city is big enough to still have its fair share of bigots. Iâm worried, but at the same time I have a lot of faith in our community, and Iâm sure weâll all make it out okay. I will say though, Iâve had to unfollow and block so many friends from high school over the past few days⊠itâs unfortunate but Iâd rather that than have someone in my life who doesnât believe I deserve to exist. But other than that, writing and creating stuff is a good distraction for now :)
#bnha#bakudeku#bkdk#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#puff speaks#ask puff#puff answers#I was so desperate for my anxiety of the election to go away for the past month that I started a little jewelry business#ew Trump drove me to pick up a new hobby I HATE THAT#but at the same time jewelry making is really fun tbh#cw trump#bnha fanfic
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Again with the "hi im also a Jew in Aotearoa" reblog, ive also noticed a huge rise in antisemitism. Since oct 7 i have felt increasingly unsafe existing as a Jewish person. I also happen to live in an area that is very largely leftist (or at least my circles in the area are) and i honestly feel most unsafe because of the leftists. Ive seen posters that are very clearly antisemitic everywhere, and the ones i saw calling for the freeing of hostages were crossed out and torn down. Ive shared this before but a pride event put in their kaupapa that theyre anti-zionist and my mum wore a hebrew shirt to the event (she went despite the anti-zionist stuff because its pride and she wanted to go) that said pride in rainbow letters. She was going to wear it regardless of the events kaupapa, and it was clearly a pride shirt, but she got disgusted looks from a lot of people.
Ive been using my dads last name out of concern for my safety due to having a very Jewish last name from my mum. I hate my dads name and it makes me feel sick to use it, but its for my safety. I always use my chosen name because its English, and when people ask about my birth name, which is Hebrew, and I tell them its Hebrew they again give disgusted looks. Prior to Oct 7 people would be interested in the story of my mum growing up in Jerusalem and how important being Jewish is to us, but now I just say the name was chosen because of the singer. I dont want to say the truth because im scared ill get hurt.
My mother overshares a lot and cant resist telling people about how she grew up in Israel and how important to her it is to go back some day, and every time she says it I prepare for the worst. The worst that's happened is again, the look, but im always scared.
All the leftists i know love hamas, some are celebrating the Amsterdam pogrom, they all dropped me for saying Jewish people have a right to exist in Israel. Not even saying Im a zionist, just saying Jews are indigenous and have rights. They dropped me. They put out "bewares" on socials.
I go to a yearly drama camp and so many people from there that i considered friends did things like that and i almost didnt apply to go back next year despite how much i love it. When i go back i will be shutting my mouth and keeping my head down because i do not want to ruin the experience.
It is unsafe to be Jewish here. Good friends have been cruel. Strangers are terrifying. I wont ever tell people Im Jewish if they dont already know because im so worried they will hate me.
I wanted to go to university, but the university i want to go to doesnt seem all that safe for me as a Jew anymore.
Ive lost countless friends since Oct 7.
To answer the askers question of "is anyone standing up for your community", no. Theyre doing the opposite. Heck even our own community turns on us (see: the book jewish not zionist, written by a member of my local Jewish community, who says Jews arent oppressed in Aotearoa). I think I know one or two people who arent Jewish who are standing up for us and standing with us at this time.
Also, in my town theres a big event in the city for Hannukah each year. I dont know if it happened last year, because i wasnt in town, but im worried about it this year. Its an event that i love so much. One of the few chances to meet other Jewish people in the area that dont go to the same synagogue. There is always a large police presence around, and i fear this year it will be worse. Hell im willing to bet there will be protests about it! Im worried it wont even happen. I hope it does and i pray we will all be safe, because its such a great event that i look forward to all year.
I would invite my best friend to come along as its a tradition for my family that we bring friends to share our culture with them, but my best friend is so loudly anti-zionist that if she agreed to come (i doubt she would) she would definitely cause issues. I imagine if theres protests shell be on that side.
It fucking sucks to be Jewish right now. Honestly it always has, ive never felt safe as a Jewish person in Aotearoa, but its so much worse now. We are lucky compared to other places, but its still not good.
Sorry for the long rant of a reblog btw, OP. Kinda just wanted to vent my experience since I dont think theres many other Jewish people from Aotearoa on this hellsite.
how bad is it to be jewish in NZ right now? is anyone standing up for your community? where i am antisemitism has gotten pretty bad and it feels like almost no one other than jews or ppl who are part jewish or married to jews is calling it out.
Per data from the community security group, post oct 7th to March, antisemitism increased 600%.
And this is only reported incidents.
There are not really anyone besides jews standing up for us.
The holocaust centre is getting involved with antisemitism at a university just for the sheer fucking amount of it. Leftist circles are practically rife with it.
I'd consider my ex friends to be your average leftist, like not far left but almost there. And they're super antisemitic. Celebrating the Amsterdam pogrom, calling hamas a resistance group, supporting the houthi etc.
The only support I've seen outside of jewish circles is a coworker tearing down antisemitic pro Palestine posters near our office. Like these weren't regular posters, they were antisemitic instead of being just pro Palestine
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AâAventio TGCF idea?? Wherein Civil God Veritas Ratio meets the infamous Ghost King Aventurine during his first mission cuz cuz likeâ The "live for me" paralels?!? The one who has all the luck partner as well?!? The villain who was actually not the Villain this whole time!?!? The loving humanity a little too much it causes their downfall !?!?!?
Rant AU in the tags proceed with caution
#Okay to put it into better words:#Veritas having once being a prince wanted to give everyone the prosperity of knowledge and became a civil god in the pursuit of it.#Sadly this backfires in people using that knowledge for their own greed and creating civil wars within it as well as unleashing far more#Destruction upon the land. And the other gods didn't help Veritas in stopping that bc see that's what happens when people overshare info!!#So the aftermath is just pure chaos plus banishment from being a civil god and thrown as this god of war and plague.#800 years passes and he is seen to just still be doing the same things but I a simple term. Teaching people to read and count.#Often times taking up mission and doing research on new pathogens to help cure the sick that can't afford and somehow during a reading#Lecture he gets ascended back to godhood and everyone is like ??? And even he is like ???#Well he doesn't care much about it and just continues to do what he's always done. Except that once in a while he has to take a detour#Mission to deal with ghosts and other malignant spirits. And upon one of those recurrences he finds himself aquaintanced with#The infamous Ghost King Aventurine. Who is mostly feared in heaven due to having beaten the strongest and wisest at their own games. Even#When the odds where fully against him.#As for Aventurine.#His life was harsh but as the prince had given a lot to the people#Not just education but also free them of diseases and sickness. One of which had struck his sister. He liked the prince and wanted to#Follow in giving and protecting the prosperity of the former kingdom. But the good things did not last and his family was struck in between#The many wars that took place. No matter how much refuge Kakavasha and his sister sought no place was ever#Safe enough for them.#He watched the entire world go up in flames yet somehow he could hate the prince-god for it. But rather the people who had started to#Create weapons in his name. The rest of his years he spent it as a warrior slave and then when death reached him he couldn't even go to#The afterlife since he still held so much vigor and wanted revenge to all the people who had turned his land into ashes and his family#Into bones. That is why he became a mourning ghost.#(I didn't want the kakavasha story to be so centered on ratio like it is in tgcf. Because I think it will be fun for the two of them to#Not recognize each other at first after 800 years and then when they do. Rather when aven does he's full on: oh shit it's the cute princeâ#As for who was the cause of the upheaval in the kingdom and the maker of the weapons. Idk I was debating there being more than just one#Antagonist to have pulled their strings in verita's kingdom as well as be the reason Aven's sister died. So he's more revenge seeking for t#And the genius society as civil gods just spoke to me it for so perfectly. Ling wen as Ruan mei? Yeah exactly.#ratiorine#Aventio#Dr ratio
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my favourite part of season 5 is still the reveal that Gabriel and Tomoe thought Adrien and Kagami made the perfect pair and wanted them to be together because it completely flips their relationship
Kagami and Adrien sneaking around and finding the slightest gaps in their schedule and giving their bodyguards/parents the slip to spend time together and feeling so clever that theyâve gotten away with it their parents donât suspect a thing
only to smashcut to Gabriel and Tomoe doing an evil pound it because their ship is canon
#miraculous ladybug#ml s5#gabriel agreste#tomoe tsurugi#adrien agreste#kagami tsurugi#itâs the illusion of free choiceâą#it was a very clever plan tbf like if they told them to date it would be awkward and forced. but put them in the same room together and see#what happens⊠let them think it was all their idea⊠boom success!#then the next step is saying âyes i only just found out youâve been dating kagami and i have decided to give you my permission to date her-#what do you mean you broke up a month ago and your dating the baker girl who made a hat for me one time?â#on the flipside though it probably wouldnât have worked out in the long run bc kagami likes the thrill of a secret forbidden romance like#thatâs partially what drove her to felix imo so if tomoe said one day âitâs come to my attention youâre dating the agreste boy. i approve o#of this match and have organised a date for you two on friday.â you Know kagami would immediately go#âoh no.. okay um so now iâm kind of feeling that everything about him that was attractive to me before isnât really there anymoreâŠâ#also on the flipside like looking at it on a more deeper/serious level like it just goes to show how much control tomoe and gabriel have o#er their kids to the point that they would be willing to manipulate them into a relationship and then when#the two of them tried and realised it wasnât working. instead of admitting they donât know their children as well as they think they do#or acknowledging that their children are actual people who have their own feelings that donât always match their parents#or coming to terms that their children arenât extensions of their legacy and will that they can puppet however they want#instead they say âokay we tried the hands off way now weâll just have to force themâ
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his little flame sputters and dies.
he forces everyone to leave. he digs his fingers into his hair, trying to make sense of this- but he only ever comes around to one option.
katara is telling the truth.
but if katara's telling the truth, then it means everything he knows about himself is a lie. it means his father isn't his father. it means his mother never existed. it means he doesn't exist. but no matter how hard he tries to wrap his head around that idea, it just refuses to budge. he knows katara has to be telling the truth- that's he's been brainwashed.
but when he wakes up the next morning and looks at himself in the mirror, the only person he sees in his reflection is lee. he also looks like a wreck- his eyes are red and puffy. he never unbraided his hair last night, so it's sticking out in all kinds of ways. the growling of his stomach reminds him that he hasn't eaten anything since yesterday morning.
he cleans himself up. he braids his hair. he puts on earth kingdom green. he is not lee of ba sing se, son of yuna and lan-wei. that person does not exist. but he's certainly not prince zuko, either. at least lee is someone that he knows. he inhales. exhales. he needs to make something to eat.
he can't let this destroy him.
katara ends up joining him. he makes food and tea for them both, and finds himself calming down further as he does so. he doubts prince zuko knew how to cook, or make tea for that matter. lee does it as naturally as he breathes. the owner would always say that her tea shop would be in good hands, if lee were willing to take it over.
lee wishes he could. so what if he used to be someone else? he's lee now. would it really be so bad if he stayed this way? he doesn't want to go back to serve princess azula, knowing what he knows now, but... he could go back to his life in ba sing se. he's not sure he can forgive father, but he's eighteen. old enough to live independently.
he asks katara what his father did to him.
katara tells him. she'd told him before, but he hadn't believed her.
she doesn't know the full details either, she admits. but she knows that lan-wei changed him. it's not just that he made him forget his past identity as zuko- he's molded him into someone completely new. lee has his own past. his own personality, entirely separate from prince zuko's. there might be some overlap in places, but otherwise he's a new person entirely.
"is that why i still feel like lee?" he asks.
"that's part of it," katara says, "-but I think... I think your mind's begun to adapt to being brainwashed. it's so different from a joo dee's."
lee's brow furrows. he asks her what she means. she tells him that when they'd freed him from princess azula, she'd checked his mind. she'd already freed countless people- joo dees, she called them- from brainwashing after the end of the war, and she could tell right away that their minds had been manipulated.
but lee's mind? if she hadn't already known, she might not have have guessed. she had to look a lot harder to find it. the brainwashing he was made to endure was far more thorough than anything the joo dees ever experienced- and happened a lot more frequently too, she's willing to bet. his mind probably tried to protect itself at first, but at some point it just... gave up.
it stopped resisting, and started adapting.
"so," lee's brows furrowed, "-is that why I don't feel brainwashed?"
katara nods. you have the free will to make your own choices. it's just that those choices are being informed by an entirely new personality, and backed by an entirely new set of memories that he didn't have before. that was lan-wei's goal, she thinks. to perfect a form of brainwashing that was ultimately self-sustaining.
"...but I can't stay this way," lee asks, "-can I?"
katara looks at him. she asks if he wants to. lee bites his lip- and then slowly nods. yes. he wants to stay as lee. but he knows that's just because he can't imagine himself as anyone other than lee. he thinks about fire lord iroh. about the sad way he told him that he reminded of his nephew.
he wants to talk to him.
he tells katara that. she blinks- and then smiles at him. okay. she can arrange that. we can put off any decisions until then. lee just kind of stares at her. it's like she's presenting staying this way as an actual option. wasn't the whole point of bringing him here to make him zuko again?
"it was," katara says, "...but I think you should be able to decide what you want for yourself, lee. otherwise we wouldn't be any better than lan-wei. if you want to go back to being zuko, that should be your choice. and if you want to stay as lee...
...you should have the right to do that, too."
lee doesn't know what to think.
he doesn't understand why lady mai is here. he wants to say that katara manipulated her in the same way she wants to manipulate him- except. katara's been here the entire time. he knows that for a fact. another waterbender, then?
but lady mai had said they couldn't even do that.
he didn't understand. lady mai was one of princess azula's close friends, but according to her, the princess had been lying to him. and katara... katara was telling the truth. he closes his eyes, thinking back to the way lady mai would always watch him out of the corner of her eyes. to their occasional morning tea sessions together. if lady ty lee had always been friendlier to him than someone of his lowly station deserved, then lady mai had always been aloof and proper.
and sometimes, lee realized, she looked at him with pity.
he doesn't understand. it doesn't make sense. if princess azula was lying to him, if what katara and lady mai say is true, then...
...no. it can't be true. it doesn't feel true. katara says his father was the one who brainwashed him, but lee loves his father. his father loves him. he's always been proud of him. that feeling can't be fake, can it? it feels real. he closes his eyes for a moment. tries to imagine himself being prince zuko, the banished prince of the fire nation.
he can't.
there's a knock on his door. he doesn't know why he opens it, but they're all standing out there. he stares at them, wondering what they see then they look at him. who they see. when he looks at himself in the mirror, the only person he's ever seen reflected back at him is himself- is lee. but have they ever seen him that way?
"sit down," lady mai instructs, "-I'm going to prove everything to you right now."
lee moves, almost mechanically. the way he expects a brainwashed person would move. he doesn't move that way. he sits on the ground, cross-legged like lady mai tells him to. she tells him to close his eyes and hold out his hands. to time his breathing with hers. he asks what they're doing.
she tells him he's going to firebend.
"this is the way they test for it in the fire nation," lady mai says, "-close your eyes. focus inward. find your inner flame and bring it out."
this is stupid, lee thinks. he's not a firebender. but if he does what she says and can't firebend, then he'll know they're all lying to him. that he's not some fire nation prince. that he's lee. maybe once he proves that to them, they'll let him go home.
he wants to go back to ba sing se so badly.
lee draws in and lets out a deep breath. he concentrates inwards. he has no idea what an inner flame is even supposed to be. he's always felt a warmth in his chest, though. he concentrates on that, and then... how would he even bring it out?
he hears katara and sokka suck in a breath.
lee's eyes flutter open. there's a tiny flame flickering in his palms.
"congratulations," lady mai says, "-you're a firebender, zuko."
lee barely hears her. he can only stare at the flame in horror. he's a nonbender. he's earth kingdom. he shouldn't be able to firebend. this is impossible. this has to be a trick, his mind whispers to him. you know who you are. you're lee, son of lan-wei and yuna. you're from ba sing se. you're a tea server.
...was he?
#lee from the tea shop#katara: to be clear. i'm not just saying this because zuko was our enemy#lee: ...oh yeah. he was hunting the avatar wasn't he?#lee: oh. this must be really weird for you all.#(katara can't help herself. she laughs.)#katara: oh yeah. this is super weird. no offense.#lee: none taken.
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The better I get at crusade management and the midnight fane the worse the end of it is going to hit I can just feel it
#i was thinking about it on the Azata run. Funnily enough Galfrey was twice as harsh but it didn't affect ellu a fraction of as much#idk if that sentence makes sense. anyway#something about support systems I guess#He's trying REALLY hard for that good alignment next to the chaotic#but truth be told he has no idea if he's doing it 'correctly'. he often thinks of them as one and the same#he may have lived the majority of his life (far as he knows) on golarion but alas he is still fey at his core#whatever moral code he has he had to sort of invent and improvise himself#when I say Elluin doesn't think of himself as good it's a combination of that- and also the ingrained idea -#that he's got something inherently wrong with him on account of the *gesturing vaguelyy* mento innes#courtesy of the inquisition etcetera#so again. in azata path he was sort of. well he was uncomfortable being put on the spot and SEEN as good#but once the impostor syndrome died down he took to it as a duck to water#and between Aivu and the free crusaders he was assured enough in his own choices where he could take harsh critique and not bat an eye#well that was just galfrey throwing a fit it happens who cares- onward#but HERE.. here it's just him#it's just him doing his best. And when that best isn't good enough..#well. yeah.#riv finds the path that sure is wrathfully righteous#oc:elluin
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Watching Dune with my roommates and violently swinging between âIâm yapping too much just let them watch the damn movieâ and âMy word you have a lot of questions.â
This culminated in the scene with Shadout Mapes, where I was going to talk about xyz thing, then decided against it, and then had one of them say to me âAlright. Iâm gonna need you to explain all of that.â My yapping has been vindicated!
#This movie was very much not made for people new to Dune holy shit#So much goes unexplained and not in a fun way but more of a what the hell is happening way#Training room scene happens and itâs like âOh ok swords and blue thing coolâ#and then the attack on Arrakeen happens and itâs like âOh nvm we doing ranged weapons nowâ#Mentats are entirely unexplained. Thufir just seems like a smart guy who eyeballs weirdly on occasion#and Piter De Vries is your bog standard Evil Vizier#Anyway we quit right as Paul and Jessica are being kidnapped because there was still an hour left#It was already 12:30 and we all have stuff to do tomorrow morning so staying up till 1:30 was a Bad Idea#Picking up Dune Part 1 Part 2 tomorrow and maybe Dune Part 2 some time after assuming these guys still like it#Also no I didnât force my friends to watch Dune with me#One of them put it on of their own free will. I also just happened to be their roommate#And for that they learned about Leto IIâs worm cock/lack thereof#Dune#dune movie
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see someone spreading misinformation about ancient greece online, gently correct them, they say "well discerning whats canon and whats fanon in greek mythology is really difficult". i am killed instantly.
#my brother in christ contemporary texts are free online <3#sometimes by multiple different translators#trying to correct people who believe that in the '''''original myth'''''' persephone just walked to the underworld of her own accord is hel#fyi i was saying hell on earth and ran out of letters#i was not trying to be quirky and reference a completely separate culture's myths i prommy#if i ever use 'hel' in like a casual context instead of when specifically talking about norse mythology i need to be put down#greek mythology#i speak#reminds me of that post that claimed that gorgon heads were used to mark womens shelters in ancient greece w/ no source#and everyone believed it#as if gorgon heads weren't on basically every building#(being hyperbolic obv but. basically)#like i don't get this modern urge to give power and agency to women in mythology by either#(a) pretending nothing bad ever happened to them and everything was of their own volition (bad. stop it.)#or (b) pretending that they have uniquely bad stuff happen to them and no one else had bad stuff happen to them and its only this lady#so therefore everyone else involved is evil (also bad. also stop it.)#like when one of those modern 'feminist retelling' greek myth stories w/ the same covers about ariadne#it actively adds bad stuff to happen to ariadne when shes a mortal woman in greco roman myth who actually gets a happy ending#like whats the point of that??
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*Mist of Regret? Sheâd never read about that before. No one had written about that, in relation to the end or otherwiseâŠ*
âI just need to keep holding your hand. Iâll be okay!â
*She anxiously held her guardianâs hand as tightly as possible. They flew into the mist, their wings pushing the mist, but never escaping the onslaught of the dense clouds*
âDo you understand what they just did to you? Do you even know what your job is meant to be? Do you know what your grand purpose has become? Emily you have been put below the winners in their eyes. Doomed to serve.â
*Emilyâs eyes shot up to Seraâs face as she heard her voice roar at her but she wasnât even looking at her, perhaps caught up in her own visions*
âWas talk of virtue just pretension? Was I too naive to expect you to heed the morals youâre purveying?!â
*Sera appeared before her, something akin to regret in her eyes, but perhaps not for the reasons she should regret. Emily could feel the anger pouring off of her in waves, could see through every eye she had open, could hear the room, yet she had no idea the context and before she could, the vision disappeared altogether*
*A part of her was relieved to be free, a part of her wished she knew more*
*Freedom doesnât last, a lesson learned all too quickly. As soon as one vision stopped another took her*
*She doesnât know where she is now. Itâs dark, warm, she feels equal parts safe and also terrified, anxious that something she was meant to honor, to nurture, to bring joy, was ruined*
*Emily can feel herself curled up, her head locked in her knees as sheâs wrapped in arms, legs and wings, gentle words from a hardened voice she doesnât recognize in her ears*
âHey, Em, itâs okay. Iâm right here. You can let it out. Just let it out- whatever youâre feeling, itâs okay. Let it come and let it out.â
*She hears words in her mind, different voices of seraphim she knows, starting with Sera herself, although even in the vision she knows they arenât with her*
âNaive, thoughtless, impulsive, unable to keep her emotions in check, unqualified to set an example of a true seraphim.â
*The words continued on, each seraphim getting their turn at simultaneously giving Emily pain as well as strength, a fine line that threatened to leave cuts in her heart as much as it held her together. Finally, Sera returned, her voice booming in her ears*
âDoomed to serve!â
*She summoned a towel and cleaned off her face, tears and mucus both wiped away before she sent it back to the washing machine and returned to the one holding her, a faceless entity with dark Grey wings that felt like a campfire*
*She slams her lips into Greyâs and feels her own heart break, not able to comprehend in the moment how wrong this is*
*Before she can get a grasp on whatâs happening the vision slams away and sheâs back in heaven, a Light Blue seraph she doesnât recognize, the vision is hazy but she knows six wings when she sees them*
âConsider it⊠an upgrade~.â
*The slap is surprising for everyone involved and although she wonât be able to see it in the moment, the mist allows her to see with Seraâs sight and she can see the back of her hand leaving a red imprint there for all eternity*
*Shes slammed onto her knees, familiar sheets in front of her as she kneels bedside*
âI beg that she be brought back, I beg that she be given kindnesses that heaven should be known for, but if you choose not to grant her thisâŠâ
*She feels the visionâs version of her take in a breath. She feels her hesitation, and ultimately, her decision to choose self-immolation over the loneliness that has settled deep in her bones*
âI beg you take me with her. Let me go into the flames. Where she goes I will too. She is mine, and I and hers. I beg you let me honor that and grant me a way to return to her no matter the path taken.â
*Suddenly the vision is fast, frantic, sheâs pulling someone through portals and she knows, she knows it will kill whoever is in her arms but sheâs trying to save someone else. Sheâs making the active choice to take a life to save her loverâs. Sheâs making the same choice that-*
*The end is nigh, there is no saving her*
*She falls. There are no wings at her back, there is still a halo over her head, there are tears in her eyes. She waits for the end and it terrifies the young Emily watching through her mindâs eye*
*The vision was dark for a moment but then picked up again in an office with dark wood all around*
*Someone with golden wings stood on one end of a desk, their stance wide and aggressive, while she stood on the other, her wings out stretched intimidatingly as she yelled at the figure*
âMixed messages?! Iâm giving mixed messages?! How?! When?!â
*Theres guilt, because she feels the pain of the Angel in front of her, but her words keep stabbing*
âDo you think I love you for your body? Do you think youâre not special to me? Not precious? That you could so easily be replaced?â
*Young Emily is thoroughly confused at this point, but thereâs a pang of fear and sadness and longing that she recognizes so easily*
*The vision flashes and thereâs three people between her and Sera, the Gold, the Grey, and something Blue. Sera looks horrified while the Gold pierced the Blue and then the Blue was no more. Her heart broke and everything slipped away once more*
*The vision slipped away and they were back in the court room. She was flanked by Gold and Grey once more. Sera was in the highest point overlooking the room. Light Blue had returned although she seemed⊠different somehow. Almost new. There was another seraph there as well, Red*
*There was a scream from Red, she launched at Emily and something struck towards her but before it could hit her, Grey was in between them and suddenly grey wings were stained gold*
*A flash and now Gold and Emily were holding Grey. Her hand shook as it followed a face her brain couldnât comprehend yet, knowing there was a smirk but unable to see it past a fog*
âYou canât leave us! Youâre mine and I am yours! Please! Please! Please!â
*The light faded in golden eyes and she felt a flame she had felt since the dark vision she had in Greyâs arms grow cold until it faded completely. The flame died. The flame was gone*
*Gold held her hand as she sobbed. They sobbed too. She tried to be mad but there was just an overwhelming emptiness within her and instead of reacting she lay there over her Grey, her Gold standing vigil protecting her as the court room fell into chaos*
*Young Emily did not want to be here any longer. She longed for a flame she did not know, longed for that feeling and would not settle for less, longed to go home and wait for her, longed to stop regretting and start making a world that wouldnât allow for the things sheâd seen, to be the kindness heaven needed, to be the stop to violence. There was a need for that, and Emily wanted to fill that. To make a better heaven for Grey, Gold, and all of the people who would pass through the golden gates*
*These visions would be set aside in the millennia to come, forgotten until well after she met Ass and Shamira. The lessons, however, would remain*
*A young Emily, barely four feet tall, comes running down the hall. Itâs early, the sun hasnât even begun to rise, but this is her day off and Sera had promised that she would have time to spend with Emily*
*Little feet come pattering down against the marble floors of the palace before Emily jumps and turns, landing right in front of the tall ornate doors to Seraâs room*
*Practically buzzing with excitement, her fist pounds against the door* âSera!!! Itâs morning time!!! You have to wake up so we can get the day started!!!â
(( @ask-emily-em-emmy ))
[Sera walked out of her chambers in her nightgown, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Today she could finally let herself take a day off, so she promised Emily to spend this day with her. Though Sera didn't expect that this day would start so early.]
[She looked at the little seraph and smiled at her.]
Good morning, Emily, I see you're already so excited. I need to change clothes first. Come inside, you can wait for me there.
[She stepped aside to let Emily into her chambers. The lights haven't even been turned on yet, so it's still dark there.]
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the fact that showaddywaddy has probably literally hundreds of videos is a crime against my computerâs storage
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i can tell you guys arenât as fond of the entertainment industry which is a shame bc idol! childe, model! kaeya and club owner! diluc are very tasty :(
#âglimpse into the crystal ball àłàŒ#engagement for the au has plummeted after i moved away from the piercing studio#which sucks ofc bc i still put in just as much effort#but i canât tell people what to read#i can however tell people to not comment âpart two?â and nothing else under someoneâs work#yes i know it implies that the person liked it butâ#iâm not a content machine#iâm a human being who thrives off of validation and compliments#also iâve said multiple times iâll write second parts#the end heavily implies there will be a second part#itâs called a modern au *series*#so if you can avoid it donât just drop a âpart two?â in my or somebody elseâs comment section/ ask box#or at least show them some appreciation for the first part if you want to ask about it#âthis was goodâ doesnât really scratch that itch yk?#itâs free content your scrolling through but writers still put a lot of effort into that#just keep that in mind yeah? :)#this isnât aimed at one person in particular but since it happened a lot especially with the series i just thought i had to say sth#i know people probably donât mean any harm with that#everyoneâs just used to consuming media at a rapid pace#so itâs just supposed to be a little reminder that there are actual people working in their own free time to provide content#even if weâre a blog without a face attached to others on here#cw rant
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Don't eat anything else - DC X DP
Using this prompt
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Masterpost
Danny is sure that if it wasn't for his ghost side, he would have already died from malnutrition. Vlad, the monster he is, doesn't allow him to eat any meal without human meat. It's not that he isn't allowed vegetables, fruits, and animal byproducts, but every meal has human meat somehow. Vlad watches him with piercing eyes while he eats, making sure he doesn't avoid the meat.
He's gone days without eating just to avoid it, but eventually, he does have to eat. He has eaten human meat! He wonders if this is why Dan decided to renounce his human side.
Future Vlad had told him that Dan wanted to get rid of his ghost side due to his grief, but maybe Dan thought he would feel better about eating humans if he were a complete ghost. Danny could understand that, but he now knows it wouldn't work...
The Infinite Realms are full of different species, and the act of eating another species that's able to coexist with you in a society feels just as horrendous as cannibalism. Was finding this out what drove Dan mad?
He isn't getting much nutrition when he does eat either, not with him vomiting at least half the times he does. Not that Vlad cares about that;
"Ectoplasm will take care of your body while you stubbornness dies. I do think it would be easier for you if you just stopped being ridiculous and eat."
Ectoplasm and water are the only things he has free access too, and Danny hates how grateful he is for at least having that.
As if things couldn't be worse, he's also been forced to cook the meat. When he started learning how to cook with Tucker's mom, he never, never, would have imagined he would be using his abilities for this. He has grown numb to butchering human corpsesâŠ
Corpses are a frequent view in the kitchen. He's scared one day he'll recognize the face of one of them. Vlad knows it and uses to control him, telling him that if he doesn't behave, their next meal might be Tucker or Sam. He hates to admit how docile he's grown.
He hasn't seen Tucker, Sam, or anyone since the explosion in the lab took his family. Vlad doesn't allow him to leave the mansion for anything besides galas. He has him collared like a dog to prevent him from leaving. Except, his collar is a shock bracelet charged with blood blossoms that would inject into his wrist if he tries to escape.
He thought Vlad was bluffing and tried escaping once. His whole body felt like it was burning up in flames, and he wasn't able to move for a week. Vlad told him that next time, the dose would keep him in bed for a month. He hasn't tried escaping since.
He's still talking with them through chat. He doesn't know if Vlad knows, but he doesn't think he does; he told him his phone exploded with the lab. But he can't tell them anything. How could he? How is he supposed to tell them he has cooked humans? That he has eaten humans? That he has grown somewhat numb to it? He can't, and then he feels like he can't talk about anything else that is happening.
Today, as he serves the entrance dish to the first guests Vlad has had since he took Danny in, he forces a fake smile on his face. Inside, he feels a wave of nausea and dread as intense as the first time he was forced to eat human meat. The grotesque irony of presenting this dish, knowing what it contains, twists his stomach and makes his hands tremble ever so slightly.
They don't know. They have no idea that they're being served their own species. They don't know, and Danny is the one forced to make them eat their own kind.
The appetizer is a vegetable-based soup with barely any traces of meat, but the main dish features a full human fillet. The guilt and revulsion claw at his insides, nearly choking him. He has to at least stop them from eating that. He needs to get them out of here somehow. And maybe, just maybe, itâs time to try and put a stop to everything else. He canât let this atrocity continue.
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Tim didn't feel comfortable listening to Masters talk about how good the food would be, while Masters' heir served the appetizer with the fakest smile Tim had ever seen. The teen looked so clearly uncomfortable and scared around his guardian that it was hard to resist the urge to grab the boy and leave.
Masters had praised his godsonâs cooking during the gala last week, all the while keeping a hand possessively on the teenâs shoulder. Tim didn't like how controlling it seemed, nor how the grip tightened when the teen mumbled quietly about his name being Danny. It was difficult to witness the entire interaction, especially as the teen appeared to fall into a state of complete dissociation afterward.
They were already planning to investigate Masters due to the suspicious nature of all his contracts, but after the gala, they had to shift their focus to helping the teen. They were fortunate that Masters had granted them easy access to his mansion with the invitation to try Danny's cooking.
They couldn't all go to Masters's and leave Gotham behind, so at the dinner, it was just Bruce, Cass, and Tim. Jason was also in the city because he refused to stay away from an obvious abuse case, but he wasn't allowed at the dinner. He would have attacked Masters just from seeing Dannyâs uncomfortable stance under his hand during their greeting.
Masters had insisted that Danny serve the food since he had made it, and now Danny stood beside him, serving him the last plate of soup. Danny stumbled for a moment, and before Tim knew it, he was bathed in soup. Tim blinked, surprised at how the soup wasnât as hot as he had expected, given the steam rising from the other plates.
"Daniel! What the hell are you doing!?"
Vlad exclaimed, standing up from his place, and the teen beside Tim paled.
âIâI am so sorry!â Danny apologized, using napkins to help clean off the soup, his hands slightly trembling. âDid you get burned?â
"No, no, don't worry about it. I'm okay."
"It isn't okay. Daniel, you ruined Mr. Drake's clothes!"
"Sorry... Let's- I think I have clothes that could fit you... So you could change?"
Oh, so that was why his soup wasnât hot. Danny had poured it on him deliberately; he was trying to get him alone. Despite how scared Danny looked, it seems he still clung to the hope of escaping. Tim felt a surge of relief and determination. He was glad to see that Danny was looking for a way out, and this chance could be their opportunity to devise a plan.
"Thanks, I would appreciate that." he said as he stood from his sit. He saw how Masters was opening his mouth to say something, but Tim didn't want to risk loosing the opportunity. "Please, don't worry about it Mr. Masters, accidents happen, we'll be back in a moment."
Tim locked eyes with Bruce for just a second, a barely noticeable nod telling him Bruce trusted him to do this right. He then followed Danny through the mansionâs halls and up the stairs, noting that Dannyâs bedroom was on the top floor. Danny kept his arms crossed, trying to make himself appear smaller.
"I'm really sorry Mr. Drake. I should have been more careful."
"It's okay really, and please, just call me Tim."
"Oh, um, thanks, but Vlad doesn't like nicknames... would- would it be okay to use Timothy instead?"
â⊠Yeah, sure.â It seemed Vlad controlled the way Danny was allowed to speak. âWould you mind if I call you Danny then?â Tim asked. He had been mentally referring to him as Danny since the gala and wanted to match that with his spoken words.
Danny shrank farther into himself, and Tim was about to retract his suggestion, but then a small smile appeared on Danny's face and he turned to look at Tim.
"Yeah, I would like that." Danny said in a hushed toned, and a hint of fears in his eyes. Like he was afraid to accept the suggestion.
Tim wondered if Masters had punished Danny for mumbling his preferred name at the gala. However, before he could dwell further on the types of punishments Masters might have used, Danny's eyes widened.
"Ancients, you even have soup on your hair-"
Despite Timâs attempts to reassure him that everything was okay, Danny continued to apologize throughout the journey to his bedroom. Lamenting how foolish it had been to let the plate slip, and how he should have known better.
Dannyâs constant self-reproach made Tim question whether he had misjudged the situation. Maybe it had been a genuine mistake. In theory, it wouldn't matter, because he got to talk alone with Danny either way, but he liked thinking that Danny was reaching out for their help.
Once in Danny's bedroom, Danny beelined to his closet to give Tim a change of clothes. Tim took the opportunity to look around. Danny's room was⊠impersonal. It was sophisticated and extravagant, like a room that would be featured in a magazine. Tim was sure Danny hadn't decided on the decor. He was surprised to see the bedroom had a large balcony connected to it. Maybe Masters trusted it was high enough for Danny not to attempt escaping through it?
"Would this outfit work for you?"
Danny was holding a suit similar to the one Masters had worn at a previous gala. Now that Tim paid attention to Danny's outfit, he noticed that Danny's clothes today were almost a smaller version of what Masters was wearing, with just enough differences to not be immediately recognized as the same. Thinking back to last weeks gala, their outfits were also similar. To what extent was Masters controlling Danny's life?
"Um... if you don't like it I can grab another one..."
Tim blinked, realizing he had just stared silently at Danny while he offered him the clothes.
"No, sorry, got lost in thoughts, I'm okay using those."
"Okay, I'm glad. Again, sorry for..." Danny motioned to Tims clothes "You can change in my bathroom over there." He pointed to a door beside the bed. "Maybe also take a shower?" Danny got a towel from his closet and offered it to Tim.
"Yeah a shower would be good." Tim said, taking clothes and the towel and entering the bathroom.
He'll talk with Danny once he was changed into clean clothes. If only to calm Danny's guilt about the incident.
Danny's bathroom was spacious, with a jacuzzi bathtub, a separate shower, and one of those popular bidet toilets. From an outside perspective it must look like Danny has anything he could want, but Tim knows better than anyone that money doesn't guaranty a good household. It's sad knowing that any CPS agent that did decide to look into this, would be easily push away by Masters money.
Once Tim had showered and changed clothes, he prepared to go back to the bedroom to talk to Danny, but before he did, a green glow from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Tim sucked a breath when he saw what it was. A syringe with traces of Lazarus waters and blood sat beside the sink.
"Timothy? Everything okay in there? Did the clothes don't fit?"
Tim took a photo of the syringe and sent it to the group chat with the caption, "We may have to add experimentation to Danny's abuse." After taking a sample, he decided to leave the syringe behind, considering the possibility that Masters might use the same syringe more than once and notice its disappearance. He really hoped to get Danny out of there that same day, but if they couldn't, he didn't want to make things more difficult for him.
"Everything is okay! I'll be out in a second."
Tim took one last look around while picking up his dirty clothes, just in case he found anything else. When he left the bathroom, Danny was waiting for him, shifting nervously from side to side. It was time to talk to him.
"Danny, look, I wanted to talk-"
"Ah, let me take your clothes! I'll make sure to clean them and get them back to you!" Danny interrupted him, grabbing his arm and shaking his head with a pleading look.
Tim looked incredulous at Danny for a second, before he realized what was happening and mouthed. "Your bedroom is bugged." He hadn't meant it as a question but Danny had nodded anyway. It was fucked up, Danny couldn't even talk confidently in his own bedroom?
"Right, thank you Danny. I would appreciate that. Perhaps we could take the opportunity to meet again in the future."
Danny gave him the look an adult might give a naive child when talking about an unreachable fantasy, and Tim couldn't help but frown at it. Did Danny believe that even seeing them again was too out of reach?
"That would be great, I'll talk with Vlad about the possibility."
Tim was going to say something else to try to reassure Danny that they would be able to meet, but Danny just handed him two pieces of paper. One was unfolded with text on it, and the other was folded into a small square, smaller than his pinky. He read the unfolded paper first.
- Don't eat anymore of the food. Pretend to have some sort of family emergency and leave, please. Read the other paper when you're far away. -
Tim looked at Danny with questioning wide eyes, but Danny just gave him another pleading look. Tim took a deep breath and took a photo to the paper and sent it to the group chat.
"Oh common, aren't you a little old to ask your guardian about every little meet up you have?" (Would you leave with us?)
Danny gives a nervous chuckle.
"Maybe, but after my family, Vlad tends to be really protective, you know?" He said while pointing to his bracelet.
Tim hadn't noticed how tick the bracelet was before. It was metallic, with a red liquid line in the middle.
"Shock bracelet?" He mouthed.
Danny nodded and then mouthed, "if I scape, it poisons me."
Tim pales a bit at that. They had underestimated how dangerous Masters was.
He motioned to his phone and took a photo of the bracelet after Danny nodded and sent to the group chat with the caption: "Shock bracelet with the capacity of poisoning Danny. We won't be able to get him out right now."
"We should probably go back with the others now."
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Group chat
Coffee is my life: *Photo of the syringe*
Coffee is my life: We may have to add experimentation to Danny's abuse.
Death boy walking: Fuck!
Death boy walking: @ Adoption addict, we have to get the kid out of there now!
Bones? What bones?: Bruce is entertaining Masters with Cass at the moment little wing.
Bones? What bones?: I doubt he'll read this.
The blood son: There's no way that buffoon has any relation with grandfather. He's company does not follow any of the leagues morals.
Light & shadow: Maybe he found another Lazarus pit?
Light & shadow: They're supposedly naturally formed right? It shouldn't be that crazy for someone out of the league to have one.
Computer genius: It might not even be Lazarus waters. The tone is slightly off.
The blood son: It is possible that it is a different variation of dionesium.
Death boy walking: Who cares? He's injecting the kid with that thing!
Not Bruces kid: Hate to say it but the zombie is right, we can find what exactly when Danny is safe.
Coffee is my life: *Photo of paper with text*
Light & shadow: ????
Light & shadow: Is the food poisoned!?
Computer genius: Already told them through comms to not eat anymore food.
Computer genius: If the food is poison it hasn't affected them yet.
Light & shadow: Do you guys have a way to deal with the poison there?
Bones? What bones?: Don't worry Bruce doesn't go anywhere without the poison antidote kit.
Death boy walking: Of course he doesn't. The paranoid bastard.
The blood son: It isn't paranoia if the danger is real Todd.
Computer genius: I'll call Bruce in 10 to pretend a family emergency.
Death boy walking: You are NOT going without Danny!
Bones? What bones?: Any possibility on taking Danny with you @ Coffee is my life?
Coffee is my life: *Photo of bracelet*
Coffee is my life: Shock bracelet with the capacity of poisoning Danny. We won't be able to get him out right now.
Not Bruces kid: WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF
Not Bruces kid: Wasn't this a low stakes rescue???
Not Bruces kid: Why is this man coming up with plans in the big villain category?
Light & shadow: I'm scared of whatever "the other paper" that Danny gave Tim says.
Light & shadow: Wouldn't be surprised if Masters was connected with a trafficking ring.
Bones? What bones?: @ Death boy walking?
Bones? What bones?: You're too silent...
Bones? What bones?: Remember you won't be able to barge in without putting Danny in danger.
Death boy walking: I ALREADY KNOW THAT DICKFACE.
The blood son: Tt, don't be so surprise by the warning Todd.
The blood son: Your past actions have prove it necessary.
Death boy walking: Shut the fuck up demon brat. You're not one to talk.
... The blood son is writing ...
Light & shadow: Everyone have had their outburst of bad decisions.
Light & shadow: Can we go back to Danny?
Light & shadow: How likely do you think it is that he's a meta?
Light & shadow: Because, I think it's pretty high.
Not Bruces kid: Did you see something strange in him on the gala?
Light & shadow: No, but the bracelet are pretty similar to the meta-suppressors collars I've seen in the past.
Computer genius: I'm calling Bruce right now.
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#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#dpxdc#Wow#it just kept growing#Didn't expect it to get this long#It was going to be much longer#But I realized it was probably better to separate it into a second part#Danny's parents and sister died when the lab exploded#Danny's suspects the explosion wasn't as random as it seemed#Before it happened Vlad had invited Maddie out to âprepare a surprise party for Jackâ#Danny is sure the explosion was another attempt to kill Jack#This one succeeded but also took Maddie#Jack#and Jazz#Danny didn't know Vlad was a Cannibal#He knew he was a frutloop#But he never would have imagined this#Vlad wants Danny to be his perfect son *cough* mini copy *cough*#That includes Danny following his same diet
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