#Why must I be like the demons?
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Okay, I'll ask. What's with demons and ducks?
Like seriously. First, it was Crowly from Good Omens:
"Ducks have ears. Do ducks have ears? Must do. That's how they hear other ducks."
"DUCKS!" [What about ducks?] "They're what water slided off of."
"Don't give them bread, you idiot!" (Conversation) "Frozen peas." [...What?] "That's what you feed ducks, frozen peas. They love them, and its good for them too."
And then we have Lucifer in Hazbin Hotel:
They're all around his room as well, and his introduction was literally him finishing making a duck!
Not even to mention that I have an obsession with ducks as well. I am not shitting you. I have: duck pillow case, duck comforter, duck drawings, duck pens, duck notebook, duck keychain, 3D puzzle duck, giant rubber duck, two duck ordiments, duck slippers, and not to mention the 111 rubber ducks I have and the 6 plush ducks I have. (I might be missing something).
And this was BEFORE I found out about these two! I think I've been obsessed for about a little more than a year and a half by now.
#rubber duck#hazbin hotel#lucifer#lucifer morningstar#good omens#crowley#rant#obsession#collection#questions#ducks#Why must I be like the demons?#why am i like this
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Prompt 331
Demon twins? Demon twins.Â
Damian? Good at the assassin side of things, at least for a four year old, but Danyal? Heâs okay, but heâs far better at things like poisons and bookkeeping. Which is honestly? Okay. Theyâre the League of Shadows, and sure a majority of the members are assassins, but itâs definitely not all there are. So? Danyal starts getting medical training.Â
Not to say that either of the boys donât know their fair share of violence and healing- itâs just better to let them play to their strengths. One doesnât keep a league over centuries if they just have one type of warrior, or even just warriors. A variety is needed.Â
So one gets trained more towards the business side of things. Damian may be better at wielding the weapons and killing- even if neither have had their first kill quite yet- but Danyal shows far more proficiency at acting, at masking who he is and gathering information.Â
Damian, when heâs first sent to their Father, doesnât mention his twin. Not because heâs jealous or hates him or anything like that. You just donât talk about someone in an undercover mission in the League, and itâs not something he realizes isnât a rule everywhere.Â
Needless to say, the Bats have more than a mild freakout the first time Damian mentions a twin who will be coming to the manor now that his mission is over.Â
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Demon Twins#Danny was undercover in Amity not for the ectoplasm but for the weapons the Fentons made#Mostly in concern about what it could do to the environment & the earth#The League of Assassins are the most violent âI Speak For The Treesâ not-so-hippie group ever#Why yes Danny & Damian have talked but itâs more like sending messages of âAre you alrightâ âYes are youâ âYesâ#Danny is better at masking than Damian & better at getting information that isnât through torture#Yes he chooses to be an annoying punny lil shit on purpose for his own amusement#Danny: Brother I have acquired a ghost dog- we must shut down the company who put down the puppy#Sam & Tucker: Dude I think you were in a cult#Danny: Agree to disagree to two people who have in fact started cults themselves#Yes he's been undercover for a couple years & yes he uses the fact he knows medical care to get further information#People don't like silence and will chatter while you bandage their ecto burns#Danny sends Dani to the League instead of around the world#Talia is delighted to have a daughter#Vlad does not live long after that & becomes a full ghost
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I wrote one about Obanai needing to take like vitamins or meds for his weak immune system earlier but like imagine he has a little tummy ache and feels sick and refuses to eat like anything and all he wants is cuddles but he doesn't let anyone touch him so they place him in the crib surrounded in stuffed animals and blankets but he keeps whining and when Muichiro goes in to check on him, he can hear obanai say something that sounds close to "bubba" so muichiro does what he can for his "baby brother". Cue Tengen and Rengoku coming in a little later to put the other two down for a nap and they see Muichiro sleeping in the crib holding a sleeping Obanai. The two woke up to everyone staring at them and Obanai squeals with a pink face and hides in his big brothers neck. Muichiro has a shit eating grin on his face knowing he's one of the babys faves
anon do you know how mmuch i am bawlin over this concept. i absolutely need to draw it after finishing a few more commissions this is so cute. muichiro would be so smug about it
going to use this as the opportunity to post my super messy warmup doodles of obanai and muichiro (they are brothers your honor) from a few weeks ago⊠i am absolutely gonna make a comic w this concept soon though this is so so so precious
the 21 trio turns back and muichiro is like nuh uh. i want to see the baby
#tiny 21 trio au#demon slayer#kny#muichiro tokito#obanai iguro#tanjiro kamado#giyuu tomioka#tanjiro: my brother is the cutest baby youâve ever seen#muichiro: your eyes must be for decoration then#obanai canât even be mad he was called cute hes just proud of muiâs comeback#giyuu is just sitting there like why am i part of this#drawing later#askbites#artbites#art#artists on tumblr#demon slayer art#deaging#deaging au
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A short comic I made for an anthology
#millennium#I enjoyed making it#its not in the millennium comic but its luzio and sage#but the reason I made this is that I like to conceptualize all of the things that are important to me as living in my heart#on a little hill. and as I put care and love into these people and things that are important to me I'm building them a home#but the things that are mean to me. cruel even. my demons or whatever. they live in there too#and if I dont give them love and care. well. they have nowhere to sleep at night.#and they'll have to break in and destroy the things I love just to feel safe and seen and heard#and so I must sit with them and build them homes too#it's the only way I can conceptualize giving things like my anger the space that it needs#so. that's why I made this!#this comic is pretty old by now. so I might make a new thing off the same concept#I mean I might make a million new things off the same concept#I like doing that#but. yeah. anyways!#enjoy!#short comic#comics#comic art#my art#illustration#my ocs#ocs#art#digital art#original comic#mini comic
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#psychonauts#gristol malik#theodore malik#<-Yeah. Hes there#psychonauts 2 spoiler#nightmaretheater#time on canvas: 8 hours#also YES this is psychonauts fanart. I prommy. Iii prommy. its gristol when he was younger#rips my hair out rips my eyes out#Hi Ugly. Points at him#travel back in time and take him away from his parents Okay#you will get my message#as much as i hate him i feel he must be understood at some level.#im not saying we should excuse or forgive him. No. We need to understand why he turned out like that#(its his parents (he only knows propaganda))#i have so much to say on the topic . i have been consumed by thoughts of him#kind of upsetting how the one guy with a cluster b personality disorder gets No Understanding in the Understanding Mentally Ill People game#<-once again. Not excusing his actions#also yeah sorry i had to unleash the rendering demons oops
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presenting.. Alastor! hells latest up and comer! now broadcasting live for your entertainment!
#Alastor#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#Alastor fanart#fanart#in the shots we saw if alastors radio station I thought it looked very empty and impersonal#there was lots of dials and equipment and tech but it didnât resemble the kid of personal touches we saw in his room at the hotel#obviously he was missing for 7 years so maybe thats why#plus after a century of being the radio demon there must have been a lot of changes over time#so I wonder what it might have looked like when he was first getting started?
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A certain first encounter
#genshin impact#demon slayer#crossover#kaedehara âkazuha#shinazugawa sanemi#first chapter is in progress for the fic lmao I just felt like doing a little drawing of their first meeting#why is sanemi so hard to draw actually#I love the idea of kazuha seeing the demon slayer uniform and just noping the hell out of there#not shown because I didnât plan this comic out great: sanemi has just seen kazuha killing demons with a broken nichirin sword and#nichirin swords are generally only within the corpsâ but Kazuhaâs not a demon slayer clearly#which means to sanemi that he must have stolen the blade somehow or picked it up from a corpse somewhere#which sanemi will absolutely get angry about#anyways their second meeting both of them are definitely more eloquent but also no friendlier with each other#really pushing it in the fic with how sarcastic and passive aggressive I think kazuha can be#never seen him interact with Raiden directly sadly so very little reference to go off of on kazuha interacting with people he doesnât like#Iâm determined to believe that kazuha would be extremely petty but in a classy way if someone pushed his buttons enough
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(Adam Dudaczyk) The fact that vampires drink blood to get that *meaningful hand-neck gesture* - you made that up? (Andrzej Sapkowski) Yes, I didn't model myself on anyone here, I don't know anyone who wrote before me about the fact that vampires drink blood not to satisfy their hunger, but to satisfy their thirst for⊠entertainment. Texts: the guys sent me to get blood, I was flying drunk⊠The fun was great.
as i reread this i couldn't stop thinking of this meme
#EDIT: see replies and asks right after this - hitting the side of the neck means drunk :D#i think the 'gesture' here must have been tilting your head back and lifting your hand to your lips mimicking throwing back a shot#but i don't know because nothing more is described in the writeup of the interview anyways#official translation of above texts: 'the boys sent me to the village to fetch some blood' 'i flew under the influence'#if those ring more bells#the witcher books#c: regis#because i wish to eat a third donut#interviews#andrzej sapkowski#this is why the regis enjoyment does not really extend to other vampires for me. well except wwdits vampires#i guess my rule is that: 'they have to be funny'#the thing is... yes regis can disappear into thin air and turn into a bat and bewitch with a gaze#but... his struggle... is mundane :p#he's... very normal. he sleeps in a bedroll and eats breakfast just with everyone else... idk regis with porridge is so funny to me#fantasy genre: so what is your idea for vampires? unholy demons? walking corpses? humanity in crisis of undeath? sexy aristocrats????#sapkowski: Alcoholism.#i will say though SOOOOO refreshing to have a vampire that's around humans and not struggling with the urge to 'feed' on them jfc#regis' urge to drink not being some inhuman clawing or some lustful thirst nonsense#but the desire to have a drink that comes from being socially awkward at a party...#and of course later... the kind of desire to have a drink that comes from when your life and everything in it has gone to shit#'... all fears linked to my vampiric nature are groundless. I wonât attack anybody...#... nor will I creep around at night trying to sink my teeth into somebodyâs neck.'#that milva and cahir (and likely also dandelion though he wouldn't admit to it in writing) checked their necks when they woke up LOL !#one for my fellow geregis enjoyers:#regis: don't worry i wont press my lips to your neck | dandelion milva cahir: wheeewww! | geralt: ... aw :T
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projection â đ
#top 10 idiots who discover prolonged stress and anxiety has physical effects#the pain is mostly gone thank goodness I felt like I was being stabbed#truly this must be the college experience#there is a request. I do see you. it is in progress. I have ideas. but it might take me a while. I am so sorry.#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#occasional zenitsu#zenitsu agatsuma#mod đ#why is adding tags so embarrassing#Iâll eat 11 rocks out of shame
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Does Heartstar/Tigerstar II have thalassophobia(fear of deep water/drowning) would certainly make sense given his family's entire Deal with the lake. Also does Rowanstar drowning in the Moonpool mean that there's just. A rotting corpse in the moonpool now? Don't the medcats drink from that water?! (Sorry if yiu see this twice! I think tumblr deleted my ask?
I've said it before and I'll say it again. The desire to CinemaSins Ding poetic imagery is the death of visual metaphor and the bane of creativity. Kill the impulse. The moonpool is as deep and clean as it needs to be in spite of being canonically a stillwater pool and logically full of algae and microbes. Magic cat god water, full of StarClan Magic (tm)
We do not need to see the cats fishing Rowanstar's body out, or an accurate estimate of pool depth, or its PH level. StarClan's emotions do wonderful things when miracles occur. A wizard with a big pool cleaning net did it.
#I get a ridiculous number of asks about this and the answer is always the same so I've started deleting them#Why don't they fly the eagles to Mordor? Same reason Barbie must travel to the Real World in her sports car#It is the journey#as for thalassophobia no she doesn't have that. Sometimes I get questions for like... situations where the answer is simply no gfgfdsgfd#And I'd feel bad answering with a flat ânoâ or writing out a bunch of paragraphs that soften the no#SO generally I simply don't answer them either#I think it'd be cool for Flametail's spirit or Jayfeather to fear drowning though#Especially since Flame was denied his Sharing of Stars for a long time because the Dark Forest got him first#So the poor baby was like#soaked with ice water for several months#In a cell where the demons kept him prisoner#LITERALLY the wet beast#bone babble
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dicktim - La Beau Au Bois Dormant
idea gripping my tired brain by the throat about Tim being struck by some kind of sleeping beauty poison or spell and falling comatose.
Except the solution is not True Love's Kiss but sending someone inside his soul to battle the dragon that will manifest from his inner demons to keep him imprisoned, forever.
The highest chance for success necessitates sending in the one person that the sleeper trusts most - often their love, hence the poison/spell's reputation, but not always.
And almost everyone immediately turns to Dick, like in you go, Nightwing, what are you waiting for.
Which Dick. Doesn't know how to react to, because. God he would give anything to be that person for Tim again. But he knows that he broke something between them when he stripped away Robin.
They've moved past it, they're...fine. But Dick knows. It's not the same. They aren't the same.
He can't help Tim with this. Tim probably wouldn't even want him to try. And that kills him, but he won't sabotage Tim's only shot to wake up because of his own desperate wish to still be the one Tim turns to first. His north star.
There's a ticking-clock time limit before Tim won't be able to wake up at all. They don't have any time to lose.
He looks away from everyone's expectant, demanding stares.
"Call Superboy," he says, voice scraped raw from his throat. "Or Kid Flash. They'll get here in time."
He can't stand the disappointment on Bruce's face. It makes helpless anger boil hot and toxic in his belly. Bruce wasn't here for everything that happened. He doesn't know.
(Dick's never told him. How badly he fucked up.)
"Wait, not his boyfriend?'" Steph says, raised eyebrows and gesticulating at nowhere in particular and Dick's churning thoughts sputter and die into frozen blankness. Boyfriend?
Babs shakes her head on the Batcomputer's view screen.
"They're not at that level of trust yet. They haven't even been dating that long, Tim definitely hasn't told him about - " she twirls a finger, indicating all of them. Red Robin on the medical bed, cowl pushed down and cape pooled around him. The Cave, vaulting overhead. " - all of this. And he won't thank us for doing it for him."
Tim...has a boyfriend?
Wow. His little brother used to always want his advice on love. Life. Everything. If he doesn't trust Dick enough anymore to tell him even that much... Well. It just proves definitively that Dick isn't the right person for this job.
(It hurts like Dick's vital organs are being crushed in a massive fist.)
"Time is ticking," Jason Blood says quietly, looking down at the open face of his pocket watch. At his feet, a circle of lit candles awaits someone to sit down inside and sink into an enchanted meditation.
"Father, clearly it should be you," Damian says, tapping his foot rapidly. His arms are crossed tightly under his cape in a way that he probably means to come across as scornful, rather than apprehensive. "Or Pennyworth, even."
Bruce shakes his head, troubled. "No. I don't think so. Cassie...?"
"No," Cass responds calmly. "Not me." She seems untroubled by her own denial, even though she and Tim have been thick as thieves ever since she returned to Gotham.
She's looking at Dick. She hasn't looked away from Dick this whole time, or let go of Tim's hand, folded in hers protectively, over his heart.
"It's still you, big brother," she says. Gentle and direct and devastating. "Go. Bring him back."
Not so long ago, Tim trusted Dick to catch him when he fell.
Or, he was depressed and passively suicidal and telling Dick what he wanted to hear. Maybe he even believed it, after the fact.
In the end, it doesn't matter. He's Dick's brother. Dick will always, always be there to catch him, whether Tim trusts him to or not.
Dick goes.
He faces Tim, sinks into lotus inside the ring of flickering little flames, and closes his eyes, heart in his throat.
He opens his eyes. A vast, jagged bramble forest looms dark above him. Far in the distance, he can just make out a spindly tower piercing the sky, a flickering little light shining at the top.
He hacks his way through the biting brambles of Tim's resentments, leaving blood and sorrows dripping from the thorns in his wake.
He fights the sly, sinuous dragon of Tim's despair, singing with every breath that he can spare, so that Tim might hear him and know he's not alone.
He wishes he could remember happy songs, bright and lively songs - wishes he could be the light in the darkness that Tim deserves, that he looked up to and chased after and for some reason tried to model himself upon, even when he was already so very bright himself.
But any song is better than none to pierce the lonely vault of silence, so he sings of pain, of loss, of faith and faithlessness. Of holding on past the point of breaking. He sings of two hands open and outstretched, waiting to be clasped and held.
When his voice falters, when adamant scales break his sword and claws shatter his shield, he throws himself at the winged serpent, letting it coil about him and grappling it in turn. Fangs strike at him again and again, piercing flesh and armor both, before he winds his arms around its jaws and holds them shut.
It hisses through clenched teeth about failures, his and Tim's both. He holds its jaws shut, and sings of two ships tossed in a maelstrom, anchored to each other, weathering the storm.
It hisses, venom dripping from its furious curled lips, about abandonment and betrayal. He holds its jaws shut, and sings about two robins, flying with an olive branch held aloft between them.
It hisses to him of ice unending, frozen hearts, shattered trust. He holds its jaws shut, and sings about the steady radiating warmth of a hearth, of a hug, of a new dawn. Of new beginnings.
He rests his forehead on the dragon's growling snout, and sings, "Come home with me. Come home to me. Tim, I love you. Tim, Tim, Tim."
The beast shudders and shivers. And starts to break apart.
The crumbling wings buffet and beat at Dick even as they begin to crack and collapse. Dick lowers his head and holds on tighter.
The massive coiled tail squeezes around Dick convulsively, thrashing and withering. Dick's ribs crack, but he holds on tighter.
Scales etched with Tim's regrets flake off and fall away, like a tree shedding razor edged leaves in autumn. Dick closes his eyes as they kiss and cut his already tattered skin, but just holds on tighter.
Eventually, the violent disintegration comes to an end, and all goes still and quiet.
Save for a familiar shape shaking and weeping in Dick's arms.
Dick opens his eyes, blinking away sweat and blood just to be sure. But yes. It's him. Blue eyes reddened with tears, staring in horror at the ragged torn-up mess of his older brother, come to rescue him.
"Tim," Dick sighs, bones papier-mùché from relief. And exhaustion. "Timmy. Thank god."
"Dick," Tim cries out, gripping him tightly in distress. He lets go immediately at Dick's wince, and tries to pull away. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I'm - your wounds, we have to - "
Dick doesn't let him move an inch. "Shhhhhh," he breathes. "It's a dream, don't worry about it." Tim wriggles in protest at first, determinedly attempting to staunch some of the heavier bleeding, but Dick just holds him tighter. "Please, Timmy," he begs. "Please. Just let me."
Tim's breath hitches, then he wraps his arms around Dick just as hard as Dick is squeezing him, strong and anchoring. Dick's own breath shudders on the edge of a whine, and he buries his nose in Tim's hair.
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"Missed you," he whispers hoarsely, several minutes later.
Tim lifts his face from where he's been leaking a silent wet spot into Dick's collarbone.
"Missed you, too," he whispers back, as if they're sharing secrets and might be overheard.
Then Tim hesitates, before setting his mouth firmly. He meets Dick's gaze, and there's a fierce light in his still reddened eyes that transfixes Dick. He almost lost this. He almost lost Tim - so many times, more than he probably even knows about. He never wants to look away.
"And I love you, too, you know. That's never changed. It never will change." His brow is furrowed intently, gaze searching Dick's, like he can find and burn away any hint of doubt or disbelief.
"I know," Dick murmurs, warm down to his battered toes. Tim's alive. Tim's going to wake up, and keep living. Tim loves him, and forgives him, and still trusts him more than anyone else. "I do know. I - "
He releases one arm from its death grip, because he can no longer resist the urge to cup Tim's face, stroke a thumb across his cheek. Tim closes his eyes briefly as he covers Dick's hand with his, leaning into it, brows still drawn together. Like he's in pain, even though all the dings and scratches are on Dick, not him.
Dick's heart seizes.
He dips down, to the impossibly inviting bow of Tim's mouth, and kisses him. At Tim's small, quiet gasp, he gentles further, catching Tim's lips, pulling the full lower curve between his own in a soft tug. To his delight, Tim follows him, chasing his mouth, and they share the sweet cling and press, back and forth.
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Dick's wounds are somehow all still present upon waking. Magic, ugh, such a pain. The resulting frenzy of medical attention and getting bundled into another bed - too far away from Tim - like he's one foot through death's door isn't exactly fun, either.
(But still. Well worth it, for that first moment Tim's eyes flutter open and hazily lock on his. The world can keep spinning, now that Dick knows Tim is safe.)
As it turns out, Tim's recollection of what happened inside his own soul is equally hazy.
He remembers enough to melt bonelessly into Dick's chest when Dick sneaks over to share his bed, which dissolves the hard knot of worried tension in Dick's chest that he wouldn't remember anything, that he'd be back to subtle distance and awkward texts and not even feeling comfortable enough to share that he likes men, and Dick. Isn't sure he could have handled that.
So he ignores his aching ribs and multiple lacerations and puncture wounds and curls around Tim with his whole body, warmth and gratitude suffusing every aching muscle.
Tim...doesn't seem to remember the kiss. Which. Is a shame.
But Dick remembers it. Every moment is burned into him like the most intimate pyrography. That will have to be enough, until he can make it happen again.
(Tim's boyfriend doesn't stand a chance.)
#dicktim#gerryrigged#gerry words#the spindly tower was a lie#this poison/spell is SUPER mean#anyway I started jotting this at like 11 pm#thinking lol I will scribble three sketchy paragraphs max and then I MUST to bed#it is now#almost morning hghkldjkfls#gripped by the NO MUST GET A WHOLE DRAFT DOWN demon whole-ass#why do I do this to myself gdit I was ALREADY tired#ohhhh this is going to need serious editing if I ever turn back to it hghkljdkf#anyway if you noticed that technically Tim waking up DID happen after TLK#then hee hee :3 we are clink-clinking our wine glasses in commiseration
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i actually love thinking about preS4 vinerva and how their relationship deteriorates throughout the season and how it relates to the clemvi romance and just violets character in general but unfortunately some people cant be normal about them so instead i just gotta keep it to myself
#childhood friendship to romance with a tragic ending thats about accepting new love like i just think thats fun and interesting#the whole point is violet moving on from minerva!!! which is why her bad route is about wrongly putting her faith back into minnie#and goes BLIND!! do you Get It??#(which she later apologizes to clem about recognizing she reacted poorly. and clem accepts her apology and admits her own blame in it)#but no. âviolet never got over minnieâ and minnie being an evil demon as far as the eye can see#maybe theyre actually both complex and layered characters who have been through traumatizing events that made them act accordingly đ±#no... that cant possibly be it... they must just be evil teenage girls...#violet ever loving minnie at all is treated like a crime by some people god forbid she struggle with those feelings đ#every time i post art of the 3 of them i get at Least one person saying Some Shit đ and its really annoying#heard my clemviminnie pride art got reposted to reddit. Fear.#and when i went to find it i saw vi lost to ben in the 2nd round of a âbest written characterâ poll. and i knew i could never go back there#twdg#it speaks
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On Daenerys, Colonisation and Race Discourse within the ASOIAF Fandom
This has been on my mind for a good long while and honestly, as much as I would like to leave discourse in the pits, it has been bugging me intermittently over the past few weeks.
Far too many of you get on here and call people who like the fictional dragon-riding family, neo-Nazis and that sentiment is so prevalent, that white people feel comfortable telling me a black woman that I am a neo-Nazi for rooting for Daenerys Targaryen. I am upholding neo-Nazi power fantasies for wanting to see a little girl live at the end of a story. I am a neo-Nazi for wanting to see the rape survivor have the family she aches for and children with the man (or men) she loves.
Then, those same people go on spiels about how the systemic erasure of those who sing the song of the earth and other old races is not colonialism. That their removal from their home is not displacement but an agreement between two equal parties. The fact that the only place where those who sing the song of the earth exist in the present timeline is north of the wall, surrounded by the bones of their dead, is not a travesty. That the expulsion of the old races from their home isn't that bad and should not be condemned.Â
Instead, people argue, completely seriously, that the harm that the First Men and Andals have caused is centuries in the past, so essentially the slate has been wiped clean. The logical leaps that are required to arrive at such a boneheaded conclusion are truly mind-boggling, and those who make such arguments are not good people.Â
I am unsure how one could read those books and come away with the impression that the old races do not mourn the loss of their home. I am unsure how one could read The Last of the Giants[1] and Ygritteâs reaction to both the song and Jonâs dismissal of the ethnic cleansing of the giants then believe that the old races and the free folk have moved past their displacement.Â
In Westeros, from the Wall to the broken arm of Dorne, they all speak one language despite the fact they are all different ethnicities and they all landed on the shores at different times. That is not the case in Essos, we have been introduced to at least six languages and in A Dance with Dragons, Tyrion notes that the Valyrian spoken in the Free Cities has evolved into nine distinct dialects, and they are well on their way to becoming different languages.
How would a continent as large and diverse as Westeros maintain its hegemony over the people if not for forced assimilation, discriminatory practices and violence? The brutal repression required to keep one house in power for thousands of years is nothing to sniff at. The suppression required to keep the vast majority of Westeros worshipping one (or seven) gods. The systems in place ensure that language does not grow or evolve amongst the highborns at least.
Centuries before Aegon's Landing the maesters were the definitive educational authority and even now centuries after, nothing has changed. The grey rats still decide who learns what and when they learn it. There's one in every highborn home, all correspondence passes through them, they are the healers and the councillors.
The circular logic gets even more blockheaded when you factor in the fact that Daenerys is far from the only white character in the books. She is not the only character who wishes for home. She is not the only character who draws strength from her ancestors, her bloodline and her magical creatures.Â
Cersei draws strength from her familyâs iconography, and the Stark children (Jon included) all draw strength from their direwolves, their home and their blood. Sansa, Arya and Bran wish to return home and their home was built on the indiscriminate murder and displacement of the indigenous peoples. Their home is built on centuries of rape, murder, exclusionary practices and sexual slavery.Â
However, if we give the nonsensical argument that time erases crimes air; the Starks, Lannisters and Tullys are warring to settle personal grievances in the present timeline. As a consequence of that war, thousands (a modest guesstimate) of small folk, minor nobles and even some major ones have been raped, tortured, maimed and killed.
Despite all this, no one writes meta after meta about how Sansa and her siblings must surely die for justice to be had for those who sing the song of the earth, the free folk, the giants and all the old races that fled beyond the wall. Â
People write meta about Cersei and how she must die, but those are typically more misogynistic nature. They typically argue that she must die not for the âcrimeâ of being Lannister, but for the âcrimeâ of being Cersei and âruiningâ Jamie.Â
I would not mind criticisms of Dany and her peace-focused approach to ending slavery because the approach is naĂŻve and she gives the slavers far too much ground. However, she is learning, growing and self-critiquing. At the end of A Dance with Dragons, she has decided to embrace fire and blood, her knight is breaking the false peace which is a necessary step forward.
What I find offensive is people saying that she should have planned better before she abolished slavery. And that the death, violence, and sickness that arises from her quest to eradicate slavery is somehow worse than the death, violence, and sickness that already existed in Slaverâs Bay.Â
This argument often downplays the horrific conditions and suffering that exist(ed) under the slave system in Slaver's Bay. Such arguments are often in poor taste and prioritise the lives and comforts of the slavers more than the people they have enslaved.
I would not mind criticisms of Dany if people applied that same critique even-handedly. The same people who believe that Jon and Bran have done much to rectify the evil that their ancestors perpetuated believe that Dany has not done anything to right the wrongs of her ethnic kin. They praise them for the non-existent steps that they have taken, but in the same breath, they condemn Dany for not being able to immediately end the plague that is slavery.Â
It is perfectly alright to not like fictional characters, no law requires you to like certain fictional characters over others. However, what is not right is making broad accusations about those who do, it is beyond the pale. It is disgusting, and annoying, and trivialises real-world issues to score cheap points against fictional characters.
Equating the survival of a teenage survivor to the restoration of a fascist house or neo-Nazi power fantasy when such designations do not exist in the world of ice and fire is strange behaviour. Saying that the teenage survivor will eventually be manipulated and raped (again) before ending up dead on her manipulator's blade is also strange behaviour.Â
Dismissing the horrors of colonialism, especially when the text shows you that the involved parties are still affected by it, is not normal and often veers into real-world imperialism apologia. While criticism and analysis of characters and their actions are valid and even encouraged, it is essential that we do not resort to sweeping generalisations about other people and that we keep criticisms of characters grounded in the text.Â
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Ooooooh, I am the last of the giants, my people are gone from the earth.
The last of the great mountain giants, who ruled all the world at my birth
Oh, the smallfolk have stolen my forests, theyâve stolen my rivers and hills.
And theyâve built a great wall through my valleys, and fished all the fish from my rills
In stone halls they burn their great fires, in stone halls they forge their sharp spears.
Whilst I walk alone in the mountains, with no true companion but tears.
They hunt me with dogs in the daylight, they hunt me with torches by night.
For these men who are small can never stand tall, whilst giants still walk in the light.
Oooooooh, I am the LAST of the giants, so learn well the words of my song.
For when I am gone the singing will fade, and the silence shall last long and long.
#I do not like most of yâall.#Do not call people of colour you do not know neonazis to win points against a fictional character.#It is not my fault that most of your faves are boring and do nothing to drive the plot forward#take it up with george rr martin and stop villifying dany and her (mid) family.#The insistence that we must mind fandom etiqutte is tired as hell too especially because people use it as silencing tools.#âYes I called you a neonazi but you are the real weirdo for finding my post so really itâs on you that you saw that.â#thatâs how yâall sound.#If I see another post that equates enjoying dany to being a neonazi#i will make it everybodys problem.#Took a long break from this fandom because the rancid takes were overshadowing the good takes#and iâve been back less than a year and the takes are even more rancid than before.#hotd opened an evil door that shouldâve remained shut.#Cause why the fuck are there criston cole apologists? Why are there aemond and aegon ii apologists? It is a dark world we live in.#put the last giant at the bottom for my homies who have not read the books which if we're speaking real is more than half of y'all#now that i have gotten this out of my system#it is time to get back to demon slayer#daenerys targaryen#asoiaf#asoiaf thoughts#asoiaf nonsense#if you saw the typos in the first version#no you didn't#edited this to add some thoughts I originally put in the tags because I felt it worked better there.
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Longing pulled me in all kinds of directions tonight, so in the end I gave in and made myself some horns
#i started this at like 9#can you believe i don't have any horns at all?#(nor do i know how to make them)#but i was watching videos from a very good cosplayer yt recommended#and she had a three ways to make horns vidéo#noneof which i had the materials for#but i do have loo rolls and masking tape#gonna make them goldtipped tomorrow#why?#i must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul#a talia original#talia's adventures in dressmaking#or cosplay i guess#i was in a bus full of teens with wings and demon eyes last weekend#guess it called to me#gonna see if i can find a headband tomorrow#now they're drying i can Rest#better than attempting articulated cat ears at 10pm#excerpts from my life#the youtuber was Miss Twisted btw#alt text in image id
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I am going to slap you myself
#WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS#the conversation is flying over both their heads because they are saying entirely different things#wwx: it was such a huge blow to me. Losing my golden core was the stuff of nightmares. I do not want to recall that. I want to move on#what jc hears: Get Lost shidi. I no longer want to see your face#jc: I want to hate you so bad. Why can't I hate you? Haven't you broken my heart enough? Why couldn't you just TELL me anything? Why.#what wwx hears: JC can't deal with the fact that I wwx who did everything terrible am actually responsible for his achievements. His pride#took a huge blow. Damn. Better tell him that I don't actually mind lmao#[grimly said while looking at the wwx papercraft I have hanging on my bedroom wall.]#[actually what many do miss is that deep down there are multiple times WWX actually does understand JC's thing. He understands the pride as#a cultivator. He understands how horrifying the self sacrifice must have been (see: wq and wn). He just doesn't like thinking about it for#very long in this life. Sigh]#mdzs#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mo dao zu shi#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#kk's rambles tag
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crashes ur board meeting n drags u out by the collar but its fine bc youre the one always saying shit like "im looking for people i can use" ok lol. get used idiot
#just tracing like. the sequence of events that had to take place in order for this to come to pass#1. natori and his shiki are skulking around homura stalking ban. possibly it's just his shiki and natori is elsewhere.#either way 2. natsume shows up and natori learns about it either bc he witnesses it or a shiki comes to tell him#3. natori gets in his little richard scarry apple car (this is my mental image for some reason) & fucking. BOOKS IT to the matoba compound#4. goes inside. presumably matoba lackeys try to stop him bc their boss is in an important meeting but somehow he gets past them#(possibilities here are v fun to think about. maybe natori does this all the time and they're used to it. maybe he's never done it before#but they're all on orders to let natori in if he ever shows up. maybe natori convinces them he's supposed to be IN the meeting#which is great because it sounds like some important clan thing so what is he in the clan now??)#5. interrupts matoba's meeting like 'i need you' and matoba's like 'bye everyone whatever this is is more important'#6. they get in natori's comical apple car (again the apple car is not canon don't worry about it)#& natori drives like a bat out of hell back to homura. (SOURCE: matoba is so scarred he refuses natori's offer for a ride later)#i wonder what they talk about on the way there? because they don't talk about why natori is stalking ban until much later#so they must be busy talking about something else. but what??#that or they're both too distracted by all the near-death experiences from natori's crazed driving lol#natsume's book of friends#natsume yuujinchou#homura cats arc#horrible exorcists#my posts#sidenote i feel like that page at the end where both matoba and sensei refuse natori's offers of a ride is really funny because#sensei's reason is that it will take too long. but sensei did you know natori drives like a speed demon? think it thru...#also like. how long did it take him to decide to involve matoba? was that his backup plan all along?#also it's pretty lucky that he found matoba at all considering he could be anywhere...the matoba have like 15 houses...#he has matoba's schedule memorized lol#natori sparkling to the assorted clan members in the meeting: sorry ladies and gentlemen i just need to borrow this~#*throws matoba over his shoulder and fireman-carries him to the parking lot*
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