#SHE WOULD BE HORRIFIED TO LEARN THAT HIS NAME WAS BEING MISSPELLED

[titsthedamnseason]

GIBSIE was raped by mark? this whole time??? holy shit that actually brought me to tears. what the fuck.

[cherri-cherri]

× Little moments ×

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Pairings - Sukuna x Dying!Reader

Synopsis - Even with you gone, Sukuna remembers all of the memories of you.

Warnings - Story contains Character Death, possible misspelled words, cursing, and triggers to those who have encountered someone dying from a diseases such as cancer.

A/N: There was a headcanon that I just thought was too juicy to not try out where Sukuna had a lover but they were unfortunately lost to an sickness. So here we go, I hope you all enjoy it.

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It was always the little moments that counted when with the one you loved the most...

"Why do you not run, Woman?", a rough voice said behind her with a slight chuckle following in suit. Before the woman was the vision of death that would no doubt be burned into her mind for the rest of her life. Houses burning down into ashen shambles as the smell of burning flesh lingered in the air. Bodies littered the streets with crows hovering over the corpses for their next meal while screams and shouting could be heard from various survivors and victims caught in the destruction.

Yet as much as the sight of her village horrified her, nothing frightened the woman most than that of the sharp claws hovering over her throat, threatening to pierce into her flesh any moment now. "I said," she felt a small prick as the nail of the stranger's index finger slowly scratched the surface of her skin, "Why do you not run? Why do you not beg..?"

Her breath hitched in her throat, gasping a little but she did her best to not flinch in the man's grasp. "I-I'm doomed to die either way, dying here by your hand would mean no differently..so I am prepared to die", she said, closing her eyes as she braced herself for her untimely end. Hearing a guttural sound coming from the man, the woman was spun around to face him and her fears only grew worse.

Yes, the attack on the village could have possibly be that of bandits or a lone man causing chaos but this was no man. No..it was a monster. Four muscular arms, two faces attached to his head, a second mouth on his lower abdomen...This man was a beast, no..he was a curse. The king of curses, the terror of the land, Ryomen Sukuna.

Seeing the dread on her face, Sukuna let out a satisfied chuckle as he roughly gripped onto her chin. "You mean to tell me you don't fear death, woman?"

"No, no I fear it. I'm frightened of the thought— but I'm dying anyway. I have only a year's worse of time left before this sickness claims me, so what's the difference if it's by your hand or not.." she spoke honestly from the heart, surprising the man before her only a tad bit as she looked down to the gravel below. No one had a cure for her illness, there was no hope at all for it, even a few doctors had told her to prepare a grave in advance just in case her death came sooner than expected. It would be unfortunate but she had made peace with knowing the end was near. And so, she waited once more for whatever gruesome fate Sukuna had for her...only to hear,

"No."

"What?" She questioned, looking back up at the man who towered over her. "This will not be the day you die."

That was the first moment she had encountered the king of curses, the moment he had spared her life. Why he did, she never understood, yet after that faithful encounter, Sukuna always found her. Perhaps he visited her only out of boredom and figured today would be the day he would kill the woman, but no, he never did.

To Sukuna, Y/N was a curious case. At first, she was a mere game to him to keep him entertained for a bit or to gain a meal or two but the more he visited her, the closer he grew to the woman. She would always ask the same question whenever she saw him,

"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama?" And she would always ask it with such a calm smile on her lips. It irritated him—no, annoyed him that she didn't fear the looming threat of death with each visit he made. What made it worse was how welcoming the girl was to him.

He came to learn things about Y/N. The first was that she was a firm believer in her worship. Even with the motor functions of her legs growing weaker and weaker by the day, the girl would try to make a daily trip to the local temple for prayer. Once, he caught her passed out on the steps to the temple and when questioning her on why she was so desperate to prey, the only answer he received was "It may seem stupid to you but I'm grateful for the life I have, even if it's so short. They've allowed air and life to see and hear and to be here with you..so paying my respects every day is just hope that maybe tomorrow, I get to see you again." And then she smiled to him. That same irritating damning smile...

It strung a place in his chest that he had not felt in a long time. A place he thought was long shriveled up and killed, yet she brought it out. He learned that she loved flowers. Coming to her home once to find her tending to her garden, looking surprised to see him only to greet him like always, cheerful dirt covered smile and all..."Welcome back, Sukuna-Sama. Is today the day?"

Eventually the garden withered away when Y/N couldn't even step through the front door. He saw how almost every day, she grew weaker and steadily weaker. Her beautiful skin slowly dulling away into a pale color, her hair once lush and fine as silk now fallen out and gone, her breaths slow and timid. But she always greeted him with that same way as always..

"Is today the day?"

"Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama"

"S-sukuna..Sama..."

He hated it. He hated that some frail woman was able to make him feel such pathetic feelings. He hated the fact that he grew attached to her and now seeing her slowly become nothing but a husk as every sun sets was growing unbearable.

There were days to where Y/N's condition grew worse, to where when Sukuna arrived to see her, she couldn't remember who he was. Her coughing fits had her spew blood onto her hands and her body ached in pain so much. She was not long for this world and he knew it...he knew it.

"Sukuna-Sama...please, please..." He was above her as she laid in her bed, his hand cover her left one as her right palm caressed his cheek gently "is today..t-the day..?"

His heart felt like it was slowly being grounded up into bits as he started into her eyes. He wanted to say no, he wanted for her to stay just a bit longer in his embrace and yet that wasn't possible. Not in her state. Lifting her hand up to his lips, Sukuna stood up from her knee as a sigh escaped his lips.

"Yes..Today is the day, Y/N."

And there was that same smile as always. Weakly stretching across her cheeks with no malice or anger, not even a single trace of regret. "Oh good...Finally...." closing her eyes, Y/N prepared herself for the end yet again but now knowing this time it would surely come. As Sukuna's nails extended a bit, preparing to end the woman, he heard her last words and froze.

"Thank you, Sukuna-Sama...thank you for these little moments..."

He sat there for God knows how long, staring at her corpse laying there peacefully on the bed with a gaping hole in her chest. Blood dribbled down Y/N's now cold and chapped lips, the warmth in her body now gone as well as the life that once flowed through the empty shell of a body. Resting below his feet was a heart, her heart, no longer pumping fresh blood through her body but instead laying motionless on the wooden floor. She was gone.

She was finally gone and yet this feeling remained. This horrible feeling in his own heart. Those memories of her were constantly playing on loop, over and over again with the same words in his mind.

'Is today the day, Sukuna-Sama'.

He screamed out her name. He yelled it for all to hear, anguish filling his soul entirely as he uttered her name. He cursed her. He screamed out her name so many times and cursed her for placing him through such hell. He cursed her..for being the woman he loved. The woman he grew to love and yet she would never know. Perhaps he truly didnt mean those words, but hoped by cursing her, Y/N would return.

That she would awaken in his arms and give him that same smile he came to love. But no, it wouldn't have been that simple. She wasn't coming back..she wasn't coming back....

A thousand years have gone by and yet those little moments echoed in his mind. As he stood before the grave of his true love in the body of his vessel, he remember those words he said to him before she gave her last breath–

'Thank you..'

"No. I should've thanked you, Y/N. Rest well..."

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[A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this. This is my first fanfic here on tumblr and well, I like it but I want more. I might make more following this concept of a lover of Sukuna, maybe even do little scenes that I wasnt able to add here in the fic.

I'm open for asks and requests of Characters from jjk like Sukuna, Gojou or Megumi to which I'll make a post about later. Feel free to Message me with any questions on it if you like or follow for an update down the line. Thank you guys and again and please like/reblog this. See you in the next fic -🍒]

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

A Miraculous TikTok Account

Part 2

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Listen, Carapace was totally aware that he should be a little more concerned about what was going on. He just didn’t care.

After all, he had heard many horrifying things about college life. He liked Ramen but not enough to eat it for every meal and he wasn’t fond of the idea of explaining to his roommates why exactly he had to disappear every time there was an akuma instead of seeking shelter with them (and his scholarship wasn’t enough for him to afford an apartment to himself)...

So, yeah, having housing and food paid for for as long as Hawkmoth was around -- which, from the looks of it, was going to be until the man died of old age -- was sounding pretty good.

Sure, he’d have to deal with all the other heroes, but they couldn’t all be that bad. Rena and Chat seemed nice enough. Ladybug was nice, too, though she was more uptight than most people he hung out with. And maybe Chloe had grown a bit as a person since they’d gone to school together…

“You will all be maintaining your secret identities,” said Master Fu, pulling Carapace from his thoughts. “It lowers the chances of you slipping up and calling each other your civilian names in the field.”

Chloe’s nose scrunched a little bit. “So we’re going to be in costume the entire time?”

“No. I’ve created masks infused with the same magic that keeps people from figuring out your identities when you’re in costume.” He saw the look on Ladybug’s face and sighed. “You have two masks each, so you can wash them.”

Ladybug relaxed.

“Great, that settles that…” Master Fu pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a few times. “Next up: what platform will you be using?”

“TikTok, obviously,” said Chloe in a tone that said ‘don’t fight me on this, you won’t win’.

Carapace fought the urge to roll his eyes. He supposed it had been too much to hope that she would be a better person.

Still, he rather liked the idea of TikTok. He was going to film school, after all, it would be fun to use all the different techniques he learned in his classes to enhance his videos. He supposed there was also YouTube or Instagram, but YouTube meant longer content and Instagram meant more regular posts. No, TikTok was probably the way to go.

When no one objected, Master Fu tapped his phone again. Carapace guessed he had some kind of checklist there.

“... right. You’ll need to create accounts now, please.”

Everyone seemed a bit surprised that he wanted it done so soon, but they all pulled out their phones.

They quickly figured out why he wanted them to do it in front of him, though.

Making an account was harder than they thought it was going to be.

They wanted it to make sense for them, but it turns out waiting multiple years to start an account leads to the most relevant names being taken. Who knew?

Ladybug, after many combinations, managed to get @TheRealLadybug. Fair enough, there probably weren’t many english-speakers pretending to be a Parisian hero.

Chloe got frustrated quickly and ended up finding the person who had stolen @QueenBee and had ‘politely suggested’ that they hand over the account name (and by that I mean she threatened them with legal action).

Chat was next. He looked at his phone, lost in thought, and then shrugged. “How much money do you think I should give for the name?”

What the fuck? How much money did he have? They all knew that Chloe was rich but, with a quick glance at Ladybug and Rena’s faces, he found that no one else had been aware that the cat had been rich, too.

“I’d say 15 thousand, at least,” said Chloe.

Chat nodded slowly. “I’ll do 20 just in case.”

What the fuck?!

But they brushed past this quickly (there was just too much for them to unpack there) and everyone looked at Carapace as Chat started talking to whoever it was about the @ChatNoir name.

Carapace thought for a few minutes. He didn’t want to copy Ladybug’s idea and he didn’t exactly have the resources to threaten or buy the name from anyone, so… He shrugged and started testing out stupid puns. After a minute he managed to secure the name @Capotpace. It was absolutely terrible. He loved it.

Finally, Rena was up. She didn’t even hesitate to show them that she had already come up with something: @RenaRogue.

“... I think you misspelled your name,” said Carapace after a few minutes.

Rena frowned and looked at it, then shook her head. “No, it’s just a reference. In America they call their villains Rogues.”

“You’re American?” Said Ladybug.

“Nope!”

How do you even respond to that? Easy: you don’t. Moving on…

Once Chat had managed to get his account set up, everyone followed each other.

Now what?

Master Fu sighed. “Now that that’s done, I’d like to discuss room placement.”

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For those of you who don’t know: moving SUCKS.

The whole process is just the absolute worst. You have to choose what you care enough about to keep (and, apparently, “all of it” is not a viable answer), cram it all into boxes, and then get those boxes from one house to the next.

The torture isn’t over, then, though. Then you spend the next few days sleeping on a bare mattress, using some clothes you’d unpacked as makeshift blankets and pillows because you couldn’t remember which box you’d put your sheets in.

And he was doing all of this alone. Master Fu had insisted that they all refrain from bringing their friends and family because of the whole ‘secret identities’ thing.

He dropped onto the couch and glared at the millions of people that Chloe had hired to help her over the rim of his waterbottle. Maybe he should just tell the public his secret identity…

No. That was a bad idea. Unlike Chloe, his family couldn’t afford security guards needed to keep them safe in case Hawkmoth decided that it would be super cool and fun to kidnap a family member for ransom.

He felt someone take a seat next to him on the couch and looked over at Ladybug. She had opted to not be in costume, and it was almost weird to see her in normal clothes. A t-shirt and jeans? That wasn’t allowed. She was only able to wear black and red dresses, he was pretty sure that was a law or something.

He gave her a tired smile. “Salu -- sorry, bonjour.”

She blinked at him a few times. And, oh, she had blue eyes. Wild.

“Might as well say salut, we’re ‘friends’ now,” she said.

She held out a hand to him and he stared at it. After a second’s confusion he shook her hand.

She blinked again. “I… was asking for some water…”

He fought his rapidly growing embarrassment as he handed her the water bottle. “Sorry, I’m just tired.”

She smiled a little. The kind of smile you give scared civilians when you tell them it’s all going to be okay. It felt weird to have it turned on him. This whole conversation was just… weird.

“It’s fine, I am, too.”

She took a few sips of his water and then handed it back to him. He put the cap back on it and sunk into the couch.

They watched the last of Chloe’s helpers leave and he was somewhat glad to see that she seemed just as ticked off by them as he was.

He hesitated. “Want to help each other unpack?”

She blinked for a third time. Maybe that was why she covered her eyes when she fought, she didn’t want people to know when she was confused or shocked.

And then she gave him a smile, a real one this time. For a half second she looked like just a regular teen enjoying time with a friend --.

“I finished yesterday, actually, but I can help you if you want.”

Nope. Still Ladybug. Of course she was already done.

Still…

“Help would be nice, I guess.”

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@nathleigh @mialuvscats @sassakitty @th1s-1s-my-aesthet1c

[themadvigilantist]

just a thought...

....technically, my hot takes

i could rant about doctor who head writer(s) choices and call it out all day long about why [insert action by # doctor here] is just half done or has an allegory to what's happening now but, the doctor would be absolved from said thing because 'it was to save the world/current time period/person here' excuse.

like i could tell you that:

'the silence vs the doctor arch' is actually just an allegory of police brutality towards pocs in history due to systematic racism that's looked away/forgotten about and how the public/the government uses the whole 'but yall killing each other too excuse' or as the silence put it 'you should kill us all on sight' to shift blame of the non-poc's choice to do the same to pocs but, to a horrifying degree ie what 11 doctor does to the silence AND THE RAMIFICATIONS IT CONTINUES TO HAVE EVEN NOW I AM. which makes the doctor a villain especially because he's known as the man in the blue police box or as a 'hero'. And the abuse towards river song in show and by rose stans?? Oh the disrespect?? Her entire arch with the silence is an allegory of black woman being the most disrespected despite going above and beyond and hiding the pain because 'the doctor doesnt like endings'. And both the silence and her are just brushed aside like..... the water parallel. i just - oof but its too early for that moffat drag

or like the constant disrespect to pocs in rtd's era. which made 12 cringe later on with the first doctor but that him cringing on what he did in his tenth incarnation - yeah rtd aint safe either. he allowed girl in the fireplace to be on our screens.

how the doctor treat river the same as jack and donna combined is something that need to be talked about right now. and how even river in her audios with tenth doctor shows that ten really wanted donna back. like his whole vibe was ‘fuck everybody else tho but, donna’ and i just I HAVE QUESTIONS (both as a romantically platonic ship but more importantly, like ten where are you set at? time lord victorious wise with river? where r u? because you and river talking like ‘time lord victorious’-era and i really need that cleared up.

or how when 9 says he the last of the time lords but both iris wildthyme and him were on earth at those times and that he would’ve felt them LIES. SHE WAS THERE! HER TARDIS WAS THERE TOO IN THE FIRST EP OF ROSE! WACK! ‘im the last of my kind weh’ no tf ur not. ‘i would’ve sensed them *taps his temple* in here* APPARENTLY NOT DUMBASS

the whole master/doctor on the eiffel tower - i can drag BOTH DOCTOR AND THE MASTER FOR THIS BABE - yeah chibnall aint safe just because he got ~diversity~ nah i can drag him too.

i could also offer an addition of sorts to dhawan!master's reveal of what hes done to gallifrey by showing her that what he had done was the final act but what tecteun had done before hand was destroy her true home - her forgotten home, pre-tecteun. Just show her the world that she never had the chance to know - the chance to discover - to learn about and of and where she really came from and destroy it. Just to justify further on why he destroyed Gallifrey like that and how the previous thing would just play further into the fact that tecteun and gallifreyans were actually using gentrification on the doctor the entire time and by destroying her home would be stripping her of her culture and then try to pass it off as ~cute~ or a ~style~ so im glad he just chose to straight up kill the colonizers i mean gallifreyans by turning them into the one thing that made them feel the very consequences of their actions and choices on what they done to the doctor. (With the cybermen tech).

i can even drag iris wildthyme by her roots for how she treated panda. idgaf he’s a sentient stuffed panda I WOULD KILL HER ON SIGHT. ‘oh i made sure in every timeline of your existence that you would die just to keep you from being stuck in a painting even though every single version of you would be financially doing well without me and would kill themselves because of me manipulating the situation so you would do that over and over and over BUT HEY YOU’RE NOT STUCK IN A PAINTING!’ i couldn’t be panda, she would be dead. there would be no more iris wildthyme adventures. i rather be stuck in a painting than travel with her ever again or i would just kill her. on sight. no hesitation. sorry katy manning but, you just gonna have to be jo grant forever.

I mean i could go on, i could but, im sleepy while typing this and yes i've been sitting on all that to myself for years but ... i still watch it and it does small steps to address things but, as far as im concerned - [skips several pages] my ending would just be us having a martha audio with ten (because consistancy) and martha series separate from torchwood ok? like rose got one, jackie got one, lady christina got one, fucking jenny got one, every river audio sound like iris wildthyme (and the newer ones with ten is him thirsting and missing DONNA. like rose whomst? apparently in big finish 10 only knows rose tyler when her name misspelled and smudged on his hand) and donna's audios clearly superior amongst all them, so its martha's time to shine. Give her three audios with him.

Because the timelord victorious audios clearly just skipped martha in the trailer and i cant stand here with him having that much thirst for donna and him in the same breath not say martha's name.

Give her some audios with him. Give her standalone audios too and for once, not let her talk about the doctor. I miss noel too, put him in there too.

[animation-recaps-by-sean]

Star Vs The Forces of Evil-A Boy and His DC700XE/The Monster and the Queen/Cornonation Recap

Tom tries to join Marco’s biker gang, Eclipsa has a date, and Eclipsa has a coronation. Spoilers below.

Marco invites Tom to join his dragon cycle gang, which includes Kelly, Heckapoo, that eagle guy whose name I’m too lazy to look up and some other guy. Tom is not very good at driving, he didn’t realize that the cycle was an animal.

Also Kelly and Marco broke up, off screen. That subplot was worth a season of shiptease. It’s like the wanted to have Kelco but couldn’t think of anything for them to do, but didn’t have the money to replace the episode where they got together so they just left it in.

Turns out Tom is jealous of Marco because he is always doing cool stuff. Tom lets his dragon cycle go and learns a lesson about being yourself or whatever. Fun episode. 3/4

Star realizes that the spell book corner is missing. We cut to Eclipsa and Globgor on a date, but Butterfly castle is whole, meaning that this is the past. Globgor and Eclipsa are super cute together. But Globgor realizes that this is a dream, meaning that this isn’t the past, Eclipsa just entered his mind. She has completed the spell book and plans on freeing Globgor, but he is worried his reputation would hurt her and Meteora and talks her out of it.

Meanwhile, Star is mad. Eclipsa is not happy with Star either with her lying to her about the book. So Star agrees to help Eclipsa with her coronation and that's it. She is on her own.  3 ½ out of 4.

The day of Eclipsa’s Coronation is here, or should I say Cornonation since they misspell the fliers. Star goes to invite her mom, only to find the Mewnian community, including a revived Manfred. They all talk very anti-Eclipsa. River goes Bogbeast hunting while Moon declines. Star is eager to be done so she can be a teen again and do teen stuff. Moon is proud of Star despite her feelings for Eclipsa.

But then comes the coronation, Eclipsa is preparing with a duet with Ruberiot and Meteroa is warming up to Star. Even Moon decided to come. But then Globgor is freed. Star’s first thought is that Eclipsa did it, but the Queen warns the crowd and tries to evacuate them.

However the Magical High Commission puts everyone on lock down, accuses Eclipsa of trying to put them into a trap. Even baby Meteroa is put in a cage. Despite to save her daughter, Eclipsa says that Globgor might have gone to the bog. Meanwhile, Marco and Tom put on a talent show to distract the show. By which I mean Tom and Marco sing Love Sentence songs.

Star portals herself there and finds River trying and failing to net a fleeing Globgor. Star engages in the fight but when Globgor gets the upper hand, River begs for his daughter. A father himself, Globgor releases Star. He’s trying to get as far away from Mewni as he can as to not cause trouble for his family.

Star talks him into turning himself in. But Rhombulus starts to crystalize Eclipsa and Globgor fights back. During the fight Globgor seems to be the only one concerned with collateral damage. Meteroa magics herself out of the cage, but finds herself surrounded by fire, horrifying even the monster hating audience since she’s just a baby. Globgor rushes in to save her, to the shock of the Magical High Commission. Globgor begs them to spare his family if they crystallize him again.

But Star realizes that Rhombulus let Globgor out so he could frame Eclipsa and crystallize her again. Eclipsa and Star ask the citizens to decide if Globgor should stay. Some are still wary of him and others defer to Moon, but they decide to let Globgor leave in Mewni. But Mina’s raven is flying in the sky. Amazing episode. You really feel for Globgor and Eclipsa. Excited to see what is in store. 4/4

[victorluvsalice]

Magical Monday: Pern AU II -- Fandom Weyr

So -- at the end of last week's longer-than-I-freaking-expected post about my main Valice/Pern AU, Pern Crash, I mentioned that I hadn't even gotten to my other main AU idea. So let's talk about it now! This AU is called Fandom Weyr, and it's like Secundus in that it's a multifandom mashup set in a specific location -- in this case, in and around an isolated weyr on Pern. The idea is that the weyr (where the dragons and dragonriders live) and the holds (basically towns) it services are on an island away from the main Pern continents, and things that one might taken for granted in Pern don't work quite the same way there.

. . .Yes, it is essentially a "I like these parts of Pern, but not those parts" fix-it AU. Less creepy forced sex, more colors of fire lizards for everybody. XD I never fleshed this one out as much as I did Pern Crash -- mostly because I've only read two actual Pern books, Dragonsong and Dragonsinger, plus flipped through a "guidebook" on the world and its history, so I'm not sure if I know the setting quite well enough -- but I did come up with a few specific ideas:

-->The four main fandoms involved are Corpse Bride (natch -- Burtonsville becomes Everglot Sea Hold, with Finis and Maudeline as Lord and Lady Holder; William is a super-successful fisherman under them); American McGee's Alice (again natch -- Arthur was a successful Harper in Oxford Hold, as they're generally the teachers on Pern, with Bumby being a healer -- though not one anyone likes); Discworld (with none other than Vetinari running the Weyr! Sybil is Weyrwoman and breeds whers (a stumpier version of a dragon that can't fly, but can see better at night for rare night threadfall) in her spare time, and the Watch makes up a wing of dragonriders); and Portal 2 (GLaDOS is the Head Woman of the Lower Caverns, responsible for the day-to-day runnings of the weyr, with Wheatley and Chell as kitchen drudges under her. Also Cave Johnson was former Weyrleader and that was as hilariously horrifying as you think it was).

-->The island consists of Fandom Weyr, a few tithed Holds, and a few small Crafthalls -- for Harpers, Healers, Woodworkers, Metalworkers, Glassmakers, Paper-makers, etc. There's also the Unseen Crafthall, which seems to be doing some odd experiments with the results of some of the other halls. . .

-->The dragons and fire lizards of the island have developed some genetic mutations thanks to being largely isolated from the mainland (obviously, they can teleport there if necessary, but mostly they stick to their own turf). In the fire lizards, this has resulted in new colors (all the noncanon colors from Nest o'Flitts); in the dragons, it's resulted in the standard Impression rules (het women on golds, het men generally on bronzes and browns, gay men generally on blues and greens, with the occasional woman on the latter) relaxing. While queen golds still seem to Impress to women exclusively, all other colors now Impress to anyone of any sex or sexuality. There's also more steps taken to ensure the safety of candidates on the sand -- Vetinari is not in favor of potentially useful people getting injured or killed by anxious baby dragons trying to find their life partner!

-->The whole "mating flight" thing, where the feelings of a dragon getting ready to mate kind of overwhelm their rider, still happens, but all candidates for dragonriding are told immediately about this sort of thing, and steps are taken to ensure that nobody feels used in the aftermath of a mating flight (mainly by having couples stay together during flights so they'll have sex with someone they know and trust instead of possibly a random stranger). Incidentally, this sort of thing is why Alice turns down the offer of becoming a dragon rider when she gets it -- she does not want any part of that. (Victor is disqualified because he can't stand going between -- a dark, airless, sensationless place that dragons visit when they teleport. Gee, I wonder why my Victor with his established fear of total darkness wouldn't like it?)

-->I'm still figuring out how Corpse Bride would happen here -- there's no real "magic" on Pern (it's actually sci-fi! Though you do have telepathy and telekinesis), so I'm not sure how Victor encountering Emily would work. Currently I have it as he just finds her corpse while out practicing for his upcoming arranged marriage, figures out who she was, and exposes a visiting Barkis as a murderer as a result, but. . . *waggles hand* American McGee's Alice is a little easier -- Bumby trying to kill the whole family for Lizzie rejecting him, Alice spending years in a catatonic state in a place of healing, Bumby taking over her case once she wakes up, and Alice learning the truth and killing him in revenge can happen regardless of location. I figure she goes holdless for a while to escape the law before being picked up by a dragon searching for new riders.

I also wrote two pieces of fic (I tried to "Pern up" some of the names in these, but I don't know if I would continue to do so going forward -- trying to remember to misspell them is a bit of a pain in the ass):

Parole Officer -- Vitor and Aliss meet the Weyrleader and discover what he has in mind for them

The Unlikeliest Dragonrider -- Vitor and Aliss attend a Hatching at Fandom Weyr, and someone very unlikely Impresses. . .

So yeah, that's my other possible Pern AU. Dunno if anything more will come out of it -- obviously I put a LOT more effort into Pern Crash, where I'm on more familiar ground setting-wise -- but it makes a fun thought exercise, doesn't it?

[prince-darkleboop]

14, 33, and 48 for the oc asks!

I’m going the TF2 OCs route.

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory  

... oh

You know, I occasionally talk about one particular trans BLU Spy, Lazare. Drink knows the full story about him (just about, there’s little tidbits that are split and vary depending on plotlines, but Lazare is A Mess(TM))

Welp, let’s get started! (Imma suggest people press j/scroll past if they don’t want to read about transphobia and all sorts of abuse. I mean it, like primarily physical, but there’s some sprinkles of heavy implied sexual, emotional, and all the other abuses you could think of)

So he’s born as the ‘daughter’ of a merchant and banker in what’s called the Pyrénées-Atlantiques area, likely in Lower Navarre (so he’s French and Basque), so he fits somewhere in the middle class. He’s got a younger sister, a mom, a dad, and a couple of random ass family members and very good friends that typically make up a family of nine (usually). He’s got black hair, and heterochormia irridium: one eye green, one eye blue (used to be just green but I apparently like bi colored eyes for him)

He always knew he was a boy. Too bad his mom wasn’t very amused, heated up a spoon and burned it on his hand when he was about... 9 (It’s either 8 or 9 but pretty sure it’s 9)

During the war (he’s roughly 14~16 during this period of time), his father is dead (he was told dubious things), his mother and younger sister flee to Britain (limited transport, could only do two), and he’s with his uncle he doesn’t really like. That’s kinda okay, he’s around two really friendly priests that were friends of his father. Good ol’ Father Mendoza and Father Maxime, was really great friends with his father and became great friends with him. Stayed around during the war, despite how it might’ve been more than a little dangerous (since they’re really close to Basque and visit once a week from Basque, they’re likely Catholic) 

Too bad his uncle’s a fascist.Who knows what the uncle’s reasoning was. Lazare already disliked his uncle because said uncle followed through with his mother’s stringent requests (post collapse, it’s likely a French based middle class family would have had time to arrange themselves into a semi-comfortable position, but Lazare recalls a lot of cooking and gardening and a lot of women’s tasks that used to be left to the servants). It likely got worse post German occupation. The intention was resistance fighters got in the way, and the uncle was going to teach Lazare what happens to those who rebel.

Lazare got to him first, purely because the utter betrayal of his home and country (twice) made him angry. Besides, Lazare knew he could take risks.

Recall the father I barely mentioned? And his good friends Father Mendoza and Father Maxime?They’re all First World War Spies. Lazare didn’t know the Spy bit, but because of where he lived at, his father insisted that everyone know Spanish, Basque, and French. His father thought Lazare was slacking in Spanish.Nope, Lazare was just your typical rebellious kid who had too much a penchant for listening in on secrets. Well, Lazare knew that his father supported “the Monastery” and there were all sorts of religious terms used to talk. But Lazare wasn’t actively encouraged to read the Bible until it suddenly became banned by his uncle.And all the quotes started to make sense in a “this is a code” way.

And those rebel fighters included a mishmash of people, including who would become his best friend, Dima Rishmawi (who later became known under the codename Nube (though I’ve constantly misspelled it as Nuba, gj me))Dima’s got her own story so just know two things 1. she’s around Lazare’s age and 2. she’s a sniper (her papa was a sniper and taught his twin daughters)

Dima stayed behind because she realized Lazare had nothing and they essentially had to make sure stuff was unusable. Helped that Father Maxime and Father Mendoza come over and help. They were a little upset at the two, but figured it would happen (damned fascists). Well, sometimes the best spies are ones that have to be tossed in blindly. Not to say Father Maxime and Father Mendoza didn’t help, but both Dima and Lazare took massive risks.

But I will say that this is likely when Lazare is 16 (and Dima’s a year older, roughly). This is... roughly 1941~1942 (which does account for resistance fights and the like, but tf2 world is weird anyhow so I do fumble around with years). His primary Spying is 1943~1946(ish). He’s young.The main reason I accent this, is his worst enemy and influence is Father Mendoza. This is a man who partially flayed his arm, because Lazare didn’t have the stomach to flay one of his enemies. And it’s not the worst done to Lazare.The barest I will say, because while I want people to understand that Mendoza is horrifying, but at the same time tumblr is a crapshot and I can’t quite put tagged warnings (there’s probably a way that I do not know).. Mendoza deserves worse than what he will ever get.

but Mendoza trains him as does Maxime, and he learns a lot of tips from The Monastery (I will explain this in a bit). Lazare and Dima wander the countryside, Lazare with new knife skills and a Dead Ringer, Dima with her sniper rifle. They trade secrets for bullets and rations. Lazare becomes known as the mysterious nun, often uses the modifier ‘The Queen of Navarre’ as a signature (it’s a bit of a joke). Their luck runs out 1945, when they were captured by Italian fascists (so the event was they were being paid better than normal to find out what the fuck was going on at some outpost that agency Spies couldn’t sort out. In short: bad shit.)

An assortment of things happen, and a mixture of contrivance and someone’s mercy let them live.Only Lazare is pregnant. He’s genuinely Catholic aligning, does not believe in abortion period. He’s miserable, but he’s having that baby.

Aside from being forced into semi-retirement (he knows a lot of things and that gets him from a hospital in Italy back to Basque, because the Monastery could help him), he encounters a different problem.

Agency Spies.

So this is essentially when the War starts calming the fuck down, but there’s still key people that need taking down and out. The Monastery is a ‘monastery’ full of First World War spies that kinda had nowhere to go. A bunch are old agency Spies that were left by the wayside. Some are missing limbs or an eye or are too stricken with PTSD and other illnesses that make Spying too difficult (impossible by agency standards). Some may have made a questionable decision that sent them to an early retirement, instead of climbing the ranks of the agency. Some more than likely should be dead (for whatever reason). Very few are horrible people, Mendoza is the exception because he’s good at hiding. So you’ve got the Monastery, and likely they’re not the only collection of non-agency Spies. There is an agreement between the Agency (as a whole) and the Monastery. The Monastery wants to be left the fuck alone because they’ve been abandoned, and it’s better to have non-agency Spies in your pocket, than have a group of very disgruntled Spies that may decide revenge over the good of nations.

You’ve also got the Agency. There’s a bunch, some nations have multiple (think the US), but many just have one within a nation. The agency in France regained control and they needed people. The agency in Spain was always in control, at the cost of many men and women.

See, they’ve heard about the Queen of Navarre, and Lazare could not hide his eyes. So. He gets harassed by both, while pregnant. Almost gets kidnapped once.Essentially Lazare knows the game: he’s going to get offered a contract. It’s not gonna be good. It’d essentially demand him until he dies (or he stops being good at being a Spy, but hah, that’s essentially death). Also noting that Lazare is 20~21, and pregnant. Lazare knows the stories from the Monastery Spies, the outcome is not gonna be good for the little one. Likely would become a Spy too, when the little one is really young. Younger than Lazare young.

Thankfully, the Monastery kept that from being a horrifying reality. And Father Maxime and Father Mendoza. Lazare does get to have a relatively peaceful birth and a couple months with his daughter (names her Teresa, there’s some French play he took inspiration from). Then, he had to leave. It was a tough decision, and he left for an assortment of them. But post giving birth, the Agencies gave him space, but they didn’t leave him alone.

So he leaves Teresa with Father Maxime (who honestly always wanted a family of his own so it works out) and Lazare and Dima go out.

Life does turn up for Lazare. He gets back at the people who wronged him and Dima. He gets to transition (took a bit, but he does do so). Eventually gets the Agencies off his damn back (transitioning helped a bit). Life is good as a small time fraud organizer and cooperate Spy (let’s just say some of his info includes businesses that were ill gotten and he influenced a bunch of closures and purchases and fractures because fuck those who profited off pain). But most his fraud was tax havens. He had a lot of businesses: taxi scams, hookah bars, tea houses, restaurants, even a mechanic’s shop he eventually pivoted to a legitimate business.

hell his religious conviction does lead to his name: Lazare. He sees himself as reborn. (I do think he’s had a crisis of faith at times, but he’s generally still Catholic leaning)

Ah, but how did he join MannCo?

So there was a small city in France (I picked Grenoble for some reason), a bunch of politicians were getting off a massive crime. It triggered an emotional response in Lazare, and he killed them. In public.there he was, in prison. likely was going to get sentenced to death for his crime there.And along came Miss Pauling.

(in terms of how it goes from there, I do have a written part that was based around gallows humor in AO3, but like, what happens is kinda up in the air, depends on what kind of plot in MannCo I shove him in. But mostly he’s in an unfavorable contract that’s got some basis of being half decent and like a prison sentence. Like a 10 year contract long. He gets signed on at 35~38, typically. This is kinda where things depend on plot.)

also a RED Medic took off his head and may or may not have done other unscrupulous things (depends on the plot, the Sniper/Spy one that’s on hold is a “likely a lot happened”. The Medic/Spy one was more a “just the head and the rest was mild, all things considering”)

33. Your shyest OC?

Someone I actually would like to toss around more into RP plots it’s a trans Sniper. Ah Lawrence. Generally not a people person, somehow manages in the Australian Army (mostly a translator, but he did have sniping skills)

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

My trans female Scout, Justine. She just wants to live her life, and wants her uncle Lazare, who adopted her as a niece, to be happy because lord knows he deserves it. (I actively want to write more centering around her. When senior thesis isn’t killing me, I’ll write all the Christmas stuff)

[armeniangenocidehistory]

In Germany, however, a narrative favorable to the Armenians did not succeed in crowding out alternatives. Their cause, as [a Polish socialist] noted, failed to attract the Left, whose press often treated reports of massacres with skepticism. German comrades had their own story line, one that told them that they did not have a dog in this fight. As late as October 1915, after learning that some 800,000 Armenians had been slaughtered over the previous six months, the Social Democratic editor Max Grunwald could argue that "in judging [the Armenian situation] one must observe Marx's guiding principle that historical development moves according to its own laws. If one wanted to apply European concepts of morality and politics to Turkish conditions, one would arrive at a completely distorted judgment." The dismissal of "European concepts of morality" as inapplicable to Turkey was not confined to the followers of Marx. The liberal orientalist C. H. Becker, founder of the journal Der Islam and later minister of culture in the Weimar Republic, invoked the same argument after he learned the "horrifying details" of the fate of the Armenians from former students stationed in Anatolia during the war: "Never forget that in Turkey we do not have Rechtsstaat with an educated population and effective state authority; we stand here, rather, on Asiatic soil, where European culture and the discipline of a European state are only slowly setting down roots." Turkey would eventually "have to give up many Asiatic governmental practices" before Germans could consider it their moral and cultural equal, but for now Germany must, without flinching, stay the course that its interests prescribed: alliance with the Ottomans. Once the war was over, it would be Germany's task "to raise Turkey culturally, so that a repeat of such events will be impossible." (Dying in February 1933, Becker was spared the ultimate challenge to his Orientalist explanation for genocide.) The argument from cultural relativism continues to be the indispensable apology for murderous regimes. Whether and when it will be employed, however, depends upon whose culture is being relativized--and on preferences growing out of narratives more geopolitical than developmental. Thus, in 1896 when the twenty-five-year-old Rosa Luxemburg, then a student in Zurich, submitted a three-part article to Vortwärts, Social Democracy's premier daily, demanding that the party "declare itself without reserve for the Armenian cause," its editor, Wilhelm Liebknecht, rejected it, invoking not Marx's theory of historical development but a narrative with an even older pedigree on the German Left. The Grand Old Man of German Social Democracy, who had won his spurs in the 1848 revolution and confounded the Second International, sympathized with all repressed humans, classes, and peoples, he averred. But Liebknecht, alert to the tsarist threat, wanted the young lady to get her priorities straight: "Fräulein Rosa Luxenburg"--Liebknecht managed to misspell Luxemburg's name three different ways in the same piece--"who is, after all, a Pole, would perhaps find a more fruitful field if she occupied herself with the Russian atrocities in Poland, and in Russia itself. Then she would not run the danger of unintentionally serving the interests of the bulwark of European absolutism."

Margaret Lavinia Anderson, ““Down in Turkey, far away”: Human Rights, the Armenian Massacres, and Orientalism in Wilhemine Germany”

[harunarei]

Eight Facts: Roneth

Roneth is a Netaua Guide; that is, he is a teacher. He’s tasked with overseeing Engel’s assimilation once he’s brought back to their colony ship.

Roneth is less androgynous than Hanelim, and would be read as perhaps a 15 or 16 year-old boy by a human. He is, in fact, an adult Netaua. Engel learns very quickly that he can’t use looks to determine relative age in Netaua society.

Formally speaking, Guides teach other Netaua about things and work very closely with Archivists (historians/researchers) to compile information into comprehensible articles. Roneth has never taught an alien anything before.

He panics a bit over Engel; the Netaua have very little data on humanity, and he has no idea how to build context initially.

As a Guide, Roneth has some clearance in the colony ship that most others are not given, and he rarely needs to refer to a map to find where he’s going (though individual housing units do usually merit a quick check). Engel can thank Roneth for explaining the Netaua public transit system to him in a way that actually made sense.

Ysira, before she became Architect, was an Archivist. She and Roneth get along well just based on that, as both are academic types with focuses in similar areas of study.

I just wrote the first five facts misspelling his name as Ronath. I’m not good with names.

For being such a small Netaua, Roneth carries a lot of personal authority, at least when it comes to Engel; one of the first things he does after being made responsible for him was to limit visitations to avoid overwhelming him. He did this in part by chewing out the head Vigilant for even permitting it to happen in the first place. That’s equivalent to an academic chewing out a major military general.

While Roneth isn’t super militant about manners in his personal life, if Engel is going to be Praetor to Ysira one day, he’s going to have to know Netaua etiquette inside and out. In his sleep. While running a triathlon. He spends months painstakingly going through different social scenarios with Engel and acting them out with him. It’s a little bit horrifying/fascinating to him to find out that as far as Engel is concerned, dinner is dinner no matter where it’s served or what time of night it’s given. Being a military brat, Engel doesn’t even have experience with human-style formal dining settings, and kenati formality is more a ritualism and less pomp and circumstance. Netaua formality is beyond even the strident Tekuai, and would put traditional Edwardian dining formality to shame.