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[a-dragons-journal]

hey, i know you’re na’vi link so i wanted to ask something. i’m questioning na’vi kin right now but can’t talk about it on my main blog because one of my friends follows me. they know about my alterhumanity and i post about it on that blog. however, i am white. very white. i’ve seen some people say that na’vi kin is cultural appropriation? i’m worried my alterhuman friends will try to accuse me of cultural appropriation if i confirm this kintype. any advice?

Okay, well, first off, I'm also white, so let's get that out of the way. However I have had this conversation with and have heard the opinions of Native American people with both opinions, so I can pass on my conclusions from that conversation, and if other people have opinions they want to add I welcome them to, especially Indigenous folks of course.

Thing number one: if it's not a choice, it can't be morally wrong. End of. You can't apply morality to things that aren't choices. You can engage with it in moral vs immoral ways, but simply having an identity that you didn't choose cannot be immoral.

Now obviously that doesn't apply to me, and it may or may not apply to you, so here's the rest of it:

Someone who's Na'vikin/link isn't claiming to be Indigenous here and now. We're not claiming to have direct experience with those struggles or the same amount of voice as Indigenous people do with regards to them. Na'vi are similar to and based on Indigenous people, but they aren't actually Indigenous people.

The Na'vi aren't based on any one Indigenous culture - although the Metkayina are much more heavily based on the Maori than anything else, the other clans we've seen aren't as specific, and are intentionally a mish-mash of dozens of Indigenous cultures. So... who is allowed to be Na'vikin/link, exactly? If the answer is "only people from the culture they're based on," then the real answer is no one. And about that:

This is really just a variant on the old "is kinning outside your race problematic" argument, and we came to a community-agreed-upon conclusion on that years ago: no. For a lot of reasons, including the above, and also the fact that if you're saying it's okay to identify as a wolf but not as a character of a different ethnicity than you... does that not imply that it's easier for a white person to connect that deeply with an animal than with a person of color? Is that not pretty damn problematic itself?

As a bonus round, if your answer then becomes "well, I guess you can be Na'vikin/link, but you shouldn't talk about it/engage with it in public": we know that suppressing kintypes is bad for you. We have learned this the hard way - how many stories are out there about how incredibly unhealthy that is for most people? You're now advocating for a known harm in order to avoid a hypothetical one. I don't think that's fair to anyone.

For what it's worth, I do think there are probably ways to engage with being a Na'vi that are appropriative, racist, and weird toward Indigenous people - just like there are plenty of ways to be a fan of the Na'vi that are appropriative, racist, and weird toward Indigenous people. But I don't think being a Na'vi is inherently that way. I don't think it's that hard to be Na'vi and be respectful of real-world Indigenous cultures that the Na'vi have parallels to. As long as you're not claiming to be Indigenous here and now, or have some ~special connection~ to Indigenous cultures because of your Na'vi 'type, or appropriating Indigenous things because they have Na'vi vibes, then I think you're fine.

But, as I said, I'm more than willing to hear other opinions if people have them! Please, add on in the notes. (I also feel like I'm forgetting a major point in my argument as to why it's fine for some reason, but can't get my hands around it, so hopefully I'm wrong and if not you might see an update to this post in the future when I remember. I've got a bit of a headache right now, so I'm a little bleary.)

[vogels]

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[remijaecrowley]

The Voice of Serendipity -- Chapter 4

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 -- Final

This Chapter is in Jaskier’s point of view. Song lyrics are from the song “Say Something” by A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera.

He sat on a stool, his finger nimbly strumming a quiet tune. The patrons of the inn's tavern were quiet, enthralled by the music the Bard had been playing. The air was sweet, yet an edge of heartache floated through the air as the Bard's voice breaks as he starts to sing.

Say something, I'm giving up on you

I'll be the one, if you want me to

Anywhere, I would've followed you 

Say something, I'm giving up on you...

The patrons listen, still and silent as statues, enchanted by the sound of heartbreak in the Bard's voice, as if his song wove a spell over them. The Bard's eyes were closed, not even looking at the patrons, just letting the song flow from his lips...sweet yet sharp with pain and grief of love lost.

He yearned for nothing more than to be the one that Geralt had wanted. He thought he had proven he would follow Geralt anywhere, even into the jaws of death; which, to be honest, the Bard had done more than once over the decade he had trailed after the Witcher. The Witcher made his feelings plainly known on the mountain though....

And I will swallow my pride

You're the one that I love

And I'm saying goodbye

It had been so painful to go back to the camp and pack his things to leave before Geralt came down. But he wasn't going to beg. (Liar!) He had pride (What Pride??) and he swallowed it like a bitter potion, gathering his pack and heading down the mountain alone that day. He would not Beg. (Yes you would, stop lying to yourself!) He hadn't stayed in the village at the base of the mountain, but made quickly for Novigrad, wanting to lose himself in the crowd, also knowing the likelihood of him running into the Witcher was nil. (You would throw yourself at him and beg if you saw him!)

Say something, I'm giving up on you

And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you 

And anywhere, I would have followed you 

Oh, oh, oh, oh say something, I'm giving up on you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

Say something....

On the last line of the song, the Bard's voice finally cracks, a quiet sob escaping his lips before he managed to gasp a deep breath and rein his emotions under control, pressing his lips together in a thin line, biting down on them from the inside. The song he sang had been something he'd not planned on singing, but someone requested a song about love, and this was what spilled from his lips instead.

A lass in the back of the room started clapping quietly, and soon others joined, the clapping growing as folks started tossing in "That was beautiful!" and "Oh, Master Bard, that was amazing..."

Jaskier managed a watery smile as he bowed his head to his audience in thanks. He cleared his throat a few times before lifting his wrist to wipe at his own eyes, letting out a self depreciating chuckle as he said,"OK! Let's try to do a bit better than that. I apologize for being so melancholy with that song, my dear patrons! What shall I sing next for you?"

Some of the kind folks waved off another song, offering to buy the Bard a pint instead. Others jeered a little over the sappy song, only to quickly get silenced by glares from the patrons who adored the bard's heartbreaking song. The tavern awoke from under the spell finally, quickly drinks were being ordered, folks talking over each other, coins ringing out as the fell near the Bard for his performance. Jaskier just smiled sadly, deciding maybe he did need a break, scooping up the coins tossed his way and slipping them into his coin purse. He leans his lute against the stool and moves toward the bar to order a pint. As he brushes past patrons, some patting him on the back for the song in empathy, Jaskier felt something. He felt watched.

The Bards head whipped around, scanning the room, but was too crowded for him to see who was staring at him, but he KNEW that feeling. He KNEW the feeling of having eyes bore into him, watching him, watching over him. His heart kicked up into a full gallop as he pushed his way past the patrons to grab his lute and darted for the stairs to head to his room....to hide.

"Nonononono, nope. He is NOT here. You are just imagining things, Jaskier..." he muttered to himself as he nearly tripped over his feet in his panicked dash to his room. He pushed the door to his room he had been renting for the last few days and stumbled in, slamming the door shut with more strength than it really needed. The Bard panted as he set the lute down near the door, and turned to head to the bed to sit when he stops dead in his tracks. Even prey know when to stand still when a predator is nearby and at this very moment, a White Wolf sat on Jaskier's bed, watching him. Legs crossed, arms resting on his knee, eyes that gleamed like highly polished gold staring a hole into the Bard, a tight lipped look on the face Jaskier never thought he would see again.

"......Hello, Jaskier....."

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[dotsz]

all right y’all i’ve had my sleep here’s some new info

lowkey putting the blogs on blast lmfao forgive me i feel like a stalker

i’ve tracked some of the blogs’ typing styles. i was thinking, well, there’s a pretty good chance they would type the same way they would on their main blogs, right? and anyway, if they change it now i’ll know i was right.

- vorus: capitalization + punctuation, any emojis used are used ironically or casually like the thumbs up emoji

- snorus: same as vorus, uses emojis once in a while though that might be more for the aesthetic? also likes gifs and posts that have to do with sleeping. i’ve ruled out @planetgalactica as a suspect despite their link with sleeping in the phight club.

- luvrus: simliar to my Aesthetic™ actually. lowecase, lots of !!!, lately hasn’t been using as many apostrophes, also likes <3. i figured they may have been following me before the lexxpocalypse based on their interactions with my posts (and oh my god you are so valid i appreciate you)

- mournus: memey (”alexa play despacito” for example, “sad bitch hours,” etc), swears, lowercase, uses ellipses. i have a possible suspect but it’s pretty unfounded so i’m not gonna mention it.

- gorgeous: only talks in gifs

-  legitimately-lexosaurus: first of all, i love you just as much as all the other blogs but your url does not match the aesthetic; however, i think that was your plan. you WANT to create chaos. much like the og lexx, as you keep claiming to be. anyway. they use LOTS of emojis but i think most of them are ironic. mostly lowercase letters except maybe the I’s? uses ironic slang like “lit” and “fam” and “gucci” (much to the chagrin of vorus)

- taurus: also lowercase + no punctuation. no apostrophes, uses abbreviations. is able to edit pictures (see the spiderman meme thing they made)

- doorus: (lowkey putting you on blast sorry) lowercase + no punctuation, uses text emojis (like :)). has loads of door pictures. does stuff like [rattles my door hinges] or with ** instead of [. also! in one of their tags they put this:

i’m assuming partner could refer to an s/o? either way that���s a thing

- sharkus: likes sharks, obviously. however they’ve confirmed they do not post about sharks on their main. a lot of the “facts” they put out seem to be either legitimate or just “fact: i’m not a shark.” lowercase + no punctuation. uses the shark emoji for the aesthetic. we are not mutuals with their main blog. believes no one will figure them out but i beg to differ

- chorus: the way they type is actually very clever because it definitely covers up their tracks. uses different fonts and lots of the musical emojis. aware of the despacito meme. not much on them in general, so we gotta do some more digging

- uwus: the most inconsistent out of all of them. they use capitalization but no punctuation. sometimes leaves off the apostrophes. text emojis. only one of their posts was done in the classic “uwu” format.

- NEW BLOG! lex0saurus: only orange font. uses 0 in place of O’s. called us mortals so there’s that

that’s it for now, i will update it if (when, it’s definitely when) we get more blogs. if anyone has any more info, remember to either DM me or tag a post with “lexxpocalypse” so i can reblog it under “new info.”

sidenote: i’m gonna take a break to finish up my homework i’ve been putting off, then i’m going to a superbowl party at 5pm. keep sleuthing so that we have more info by the time i get back!

remember, we can figure this out! :) thanks for all the help so far :D

[notalwaysthevillian]

A Different Side of Hogwarts

A/N: Logan leads us into the next chapter.

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Also, I’m sorry this is formatted weird, I’ve tried posting this twice and it’s messed with the apostrophes both times? Third time is the charm I hope!

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairings: None (yet)

Warnings: Brief death mention, sibling teasing. Let me know if I missed anything!

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Engrossed in his book, Logan Page didn’t hear his mother call him the first time. Or his father the second time. Or his brother the third time.

It was only when a hand slammed his book down onto his desk that he was startled back into reality.

“Remy, you’re going to break the spine,” he said, moving his brother’s hand off of the book and getting up to put it away.

Remy shrugged. “You didn’t hear mom, dad, or me. I had to bring you back down to Earth somehow.”

“At least I don’t waste my days away sleeping,” Logan said, before turning around. “What am I needed for?”

“We’re leaving for Diagon Alley.”

“Is it already the end of July?”

“Affirmative, little brother,” Remy said, ruffling his hair. “Let’s go.”

Logan scowled at Remy, fixing his hair as the two descended the staircase. Their parents stood in the living room, his father’s hand in a bowl.

“Have a good day with your father boys. And be sure to get everything on the list this time, Josh. I don’t need a repeat of last year.”

“Relax, Mom, I was only missing one book,” Remy said, grabbing a fistful of powder and stepping into the fireplace. “Diagon Alley!”

There was a woosh of green flames and Remy disappeared. Josh nodded to Logan, who repeated his brother’s motions.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t let them forget,” he said, before adjusting his glasses. “Diagon Alley!”

Logan felt a freeing sensation as he was transported to his destination. He loved using the Floo Powder, much more than Side-Along Apparition. That left him nauseous for the rest of the day.

“Logan, move,” Remy said, yanking him out of the fireplace just moments before their father appeared.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Logan turned to his father. “Do we need to stop at Gringotts?”

“No, I had some business up here last week. I’ve got enough for the both of you.” He pulled two lists out of his pocket, before handing them to Logan. “These are better off with you.”

“Yes, they are,” Logan agreed, looking over them and then down the street. “I propose we work our way up the right side of the street and down the left. It shouldn’t take much longer than two hours, depending on the foot traffic.”

“Sounds good, son. Lead the way.”

By the time the three had gotten to Ollivander’s, Remy was yawning.

“How are we not done yet?”

“Maybe if you weren’t up all night you wouldn’t be so tired,” Logan said, earning a light punch to the shoulder. “We don’t have much more to get. I have to get my wand, my owl, and my cauldron. After that we can head home.”

“Oh, we aren’t going home until we get some of Fortescue’s ice cream. The recipe hasn’t changed since they opened, even though Florian has passed on,” Mr. Page said, looking fondly down the street. “I’ll miss you, old man.”

“Because he gave you free ice cream?” Logan questioned.

“Because he gave me free ice cream,” he said, winking.

Logan smiled, before looking up at the sign for Ollivander’s.

“You head in there and get your wand,” Mr. Page said, clapping his hand on Logan’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of your cauldron, and Remy can get your owl.”

Remy looked up at his name. “How about Remy waits at the ice cream parlor?”

“Remy-”

“Fine, I’ll get his toad.”

“Owl.”

“I’ll get his owl.”

Mr. Page took the supply list Logan gave him and headed off down the road. “Meet us at Fortescue’s when you’re finished!”

Nodding, Logan headed into the wand shop. When he didn’t see anyone at the counter, he rang the bell.

A girl popped her head out of the back, a smile gracing her face. “Hello! My name is Valerie. You’re heading to Hogwarts this year?”

“Yes, and I need a wand.”

“No worries, we have all kinds of wands here,” she said, before peering at him. “I think I’ve got just the one for you.”

She hurried to the back. Logan stood behind the counter, rocking on his heels. He hadn’t expected so much social interaction. Remy always teased him and told him that he needed to loosen up when he talked to people.

“Have you gotten many wizards who need wands today?” He asked.

Valerie popped out of the back with a box in her hands. “Not too many today, no. A lot of the kids came in earlier this summer. They couldn’t wait to get their very own wand. You’re one of the late ones.”

“I had to wait for my father to have a day off work,” he explained. “I would have loved to have gotten my wand sooner.”

She smiled, lifting the lid off of the box. “Let’s see if we can get you that wand, then. Try it.”

Logan lifted the wand and felt a sense of calm and familiarity. The tip of the wand flickered and the smell of books filled the room.

“Wow, I got it on the first try,” Valerie said, smiling. “That wand is made of ebony, with a dragon heartstring core. It’s ten inches and it’s supple.”

“It’s perfect,” Logan said, smiling at the young woman.

He paid for his wand and headed to Fortescue’s, praying that his father had gotten the right sized cauldron.

When he reached the ice cream shop, he was surprised to see that both Remy and his father were sitting at a table. There was an untouched sundae in an empty seat.

“What flavor is this?” Logan asked, tucking his wand into his sleeve.

“Crofter’s Jam.”

Logan’s eyes snapped to his brother. “Impossible.”

“Taste it little brother.”

Putting a spoonful into his mouth, Logan’s eyes widened. He started shoveling the ice cream into his mouth. “It is Crofter’s. But how-”

His words were cut off by a soft meowing as a white kitten jumped onto the table.

“I requested an owl.”

“I know you did, but you’ll like her better,” Remy said, finishing his cone. “Trust me.”

Logan thought for a moment. “Cats are ideal for curling up with a book.”

“What are you going to name her?” Mr. Page asked, packing up the boys supplies in a backpack.

“Agatha.”

The cat meowed happily before staring at Logan’s empty dish. Logan pushed it towards her and she started licking the melted ice cream out of the bottom of the dish.

“Look at that, she likes Crofter’s just as much as you.”

Logan smiled, stroking the small kitten. She purred under his touch, batting against his hand.

“I can’t wait to take you to Hogwarts, Agatha.”

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