#brigitte empire

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Brigitte Empire! She's just done a big move to escape TERF Island, and YT (and associated donations) are her only source of income right now. Listen, like, and reply to her video (you don't have to read the YT comments - though most aren't too bad - just say "hi") to help her out with the algorithm, and give money if you can.

And, while I have your attention, how DOES one differentiate between a nice, civil protest and a lawbreaking riot?

Well, is "one" an ordinary human being without a badge - press or police/security?

Like these BLM folks right here?

...Then your input is not required. Sorry. You don't actually get to define whether you're here to be heard or to break shit and ruin it for everyone. You have no authority over your message, and we do not believe you when you express your intent, especially if there's any (I mean ANY) property damage. Human lives are more important than some light vandalism and broken windows, you say? Well, lalalalala, 'cos we're not listening.

But if "one" does have a badge...

Aha! Behold, a miscreant!

Yes. Take that, you... you building-haters!

...one is allowed, nay, expected to put the proper framework around this chaos of, uh, human beings asking for human rights with their (theoretically) protected right to protest.

And this framework is subject to change!

...like, a lot of change. Within a single human lifetime, MLK goes from commie threat to conservative icon, and the protests he helped organize go from "tut-tut, so uncivil" to a triumph of nonviolent resistance. Gandhi and his tactics have gone through a similar rehabilitation/reclaimation.

And Stonewall? It's gone from a riot to a protest to a riot, with an ever-evolving cast of heroes, villains, and participants. Brigitte up there steered clear of who was involved and what their motivations may have been, and I suppose I will too, because we're all very attached to our own personal mythology. We all want to have been there, and there's some backlash and othering for people with queer identities that aren't part of the mythos.

I will say, though, that the man-o-sphere-centric film Buck Breaking sure did cough up an interesting interpretation for us. (Don't bother to watch it, I didn't, I just read/listened about it. It seems painful.) To the brain trust behind this propaganda piece, Stonewall was a BLACK riot - with no queer folks involved at all, certainly not any Black queer folks - and we STOLE it from them. I'm not gonna take that apart either, F. D. Signifier already did, and his experiences give him a better viewpoint than mine.

A riot is defined, and fueled by the police reaction in the moment, and afterwards, the media and politicians will carve it up however they see fit. Generally speaking, contemporary sources tend to err on the side of the police, and slowly get more revisionist as time passes. If the cops don't want you where you are, they will come up with a reason to remove you, provoking one if necessary. (See, my earlier post today, responding to efforts to make it more difficult to protest in the States.)

Cops are trained to parse any disturbance (even a bunch of kids singing patriotic music at the Capitol to score cheap points for the Republican House Speaker) as a threat, and they will minimize or remove it. A protest that does not cause a disturbance is not an effective protest. Thus, ANYTHING can be a riot. And, once the cops fire a few chemical weapons into the crowd, it sure will look like one. That's nice for any newspaper photographers who happen to be in the area!

This is why, when I talk about violent protests, I say the violence happens, like a rainy day or a sneeze. Speaking as a bleeding-heart lefty progressive (I don't show up for shit like January 6th), most people aren't looking to hurt anyone, they just want to be heard. If you do look like you're just there to start some shit, or you bring a weapon, someone will take you aside and ask you to go home, or at least leave that shit in the car. People with obvious weapons make a suitable excuse for the police to start some shit of their own - and we'd all rather not be pepper-sprayed or gassed, thanks. But if the cops want you gone, they are able to turn up the pressure until someone snaps, and then they'll start doing damage and making arrests anyway.

The first Pride was a riot, and a protest, and the participants repaid police violence against them with violence against the police. Police do their violence on behalf of the State, so we tend to overlook it, or spread the responsibility around until everyone is a little bit complicit. (We live in a democracy, right? Right?) But the truth is, a riot can be self-defense. It just doesn't look like it in the papers, because systemic oppression doesn't photograph very well.

Nothing about what's happening is "civil." "Civility" is not what anyone is after, here. What they want is silence. Silence just lets them keep doing whatever the hell they were doing, while pretending we're all OK with it. If you raise your voice, they will do whatever they can to shut you down. They lie, they cheat, they wound, and they kill.

Well, you can't make any noise if you're dead. So first, stay alive. And then, if you can, yell your fucking head off. Don't quiet down no matter what label they hit you with. If you're lucky, one day you'll be a triumph of nonviolent resistance too!

[ariel-seagull-wings]

X-Men: The Limits of the Mutant Metaphor (ft. Princess Weekes & Rosencre...

@professorlehnsherr-almashy

[forgottenbones]

Dissecting Graham Linehan's Transphobic Book (ft. The Leftist Cooks)

[maskedwitch]

The Rabid Transphobia of Kemi Badenoch: Britain's Next Prime Minister

[peoplesrazor]

Excellent and timely video by Brigitte Empire on the election and why the democratic party shouldn't be throwing minorities and leftist under the bus for their campaign mistakes.

Watch it before youtube demonetizes it like the last Trump video.

[druidmilk]

In light of hbomberguys new video here’s some video essayists with way too little followers that you should go support:

CopsHateMoe

Alexander Avila

Jessie Gender

Aranock

Mia Mulder

The leftist cooks

Elle literacy

Lilly Simpson

Thinkpiece Tribe

Overthinking it

Verilybitchie

Philosynoir

Geekouter

Orowen

Rowan Ellis

Dr Fatima

Lu Vagara

Ponderful

Artie Carden

Tirrrb

Brigitte Empire

JohntheDuncan

Caelan Conrad

Kaz Rowe

Hoots

AnRel

I know a lot of these are mentioned at the end of the video but their some of my faves so :)

There are probably so many more that I forgot, please let me know any recommendations people have

[esthermika]

Let's share some of our favorite transgender content creators. There's a lot of good content made my queer creators that goes unrecognized, and I want to share some of it, so here some trans youtubers that I've enjoyed watching lately:

[starwatchalternative]

Uniform

Been thinking a lot recently about Captain Brigitte and how she was just a young girl when she started to work under the Empire. We have put this girl through so much pain throughout her story, I just want to give her a hug sometimes.

[fitzrove]

Crown Prince Rudolf biographers be like

brigitte hamann: Rudolf's foreign policy aims were ambitious, if ultimately unfeasible. At the very least, he tried harder even from his difficult personal and political position to make an impact on the political affairs of the empire, unlike his entitled uncaring cruel bitch mother who never loved him enough

frederick morton: The prince's cerulean orbs glistened with barely held-back crystalline tears as he clutched the pistol in his masculine, well-muscled hand, and he caressed the mouth of the gun like he might a lover's on a gloomy winter morning, impatient, all his potent charms singularly focused on his new, dark goal, one that could only find its fulfillment in the indulgement of his secret desires... erhm no I do not want to fuck him [blushes]

empress zita: I think president Bush had Rudolf killed

greg king and penny wilson: Rudolf did 9/11 what a fucking scumbag [source: judith listowel source: dukeprince heinrich von habsburg twitter acount source: this appeared to me once in a dream]

[archduchessofnowhere]

hi! just saw this video on sisi and while i normally ignore them since they severely mischaracterize her as this tragedy the title caught my eye a little and i wanna know your thoughts on it

heres the link: https://youtu.be/p7pL8hmiQbI?si=6igohsdO6CI7Z-4a

Hello! I actually already watched the video, and as I said to @minetteskvareninova, I think the OP ultimately doesn't understand why people like Elisabeth in the first place.

The video itself isn't bad - at least OP's source isn't Wikipedia. The two biographies they cite as a source are Brigitte Hamann's The Reluctant Empress and Joan Haslip's The Lonely Empress, although clearly Hamann's book was the one that OP relied on the most. Which makes perfect sense, since to this day is the most up-to-date biography of the empress in English. Hamann had in general a negative opinion of Elisabeth, and this bias makes it to the video pretty much uncritically. I don't blame OP for taking all of Hamann's takes at face value, but it did annoy me that they presented them as if they were somehow groundbreaking information that people aren't aware of. The Reluctant Empress is considered by many as the best Elisabeth biography and it had a lasting impact in the way she is perceived and depicted by historians and the general public alike. You are 50 years late to the party if you think people who like Elisabeth don't know that she had a complicated relationship with Rudolf and Gisela.

Now, Hamann's biases aside, I did find the video odd. Because at first it seemed the angle they were going for was "Sisi was a selfish person and this particularly shows in her poor relationship with her eldest children" (which I personally think is more complex than that but well it is a valid take). But halfway through the video the tone shifts and you realize that no, OP meant that Elisabeth was a bad empress literally. They think you shouldn't romantize her because she wasn't a dutiful empress, dedicated to her role as a mother of her subjects, using her charm to help her husband rule the empire. Which is just a baffling demand. That Elisabeth was a bad empress is the most well known fact about her - and it's literally what makes her so fascinating for so many of us. How can you read about a girl who felt trapped by her role in an institutional monarchy and fought her whole life to get away from it and go "actually she should have done her duty like all the other queens that fulfilled her role and then nothing bad would've happend to the Austrian empire". You clearly don't get the appeal of Elisabeth as a historical figure if you think that that is what we wanted from her lol.

Also I fail to see how Elisabeth being a more conventional consort could've avoided the fate of the Habsburg empire. To think that her actions, and not her husband's, had more impact in the politics of the empire is just nonsense - no, the Czech national movement had nothing to do with Elisabeth being mean to Bohemian nobles, what are you even talking about.

All in all, I don't think it's bad not liking Elisabeth nor I think she needs to be defended - she has a good reputation even if she is considered selfish and eccentric (which in some degrees, she was). I just don't get why would your main take away be "this woman should've fulfilled her role dutifully regardless of any personal feelings in order to keep the Habsburgs in power". I understand why contemporaries would think this way, but complaning about this in 2024 is just so weird to me. To me Elisabeth shouldn't have been an empress because no one should be an empress, period.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Brigitte Empire! A writer for the Daily Telegraph and prospective British ex-pat who could use your clicks and attention - and money, if you can afford it! Today, she's unpacking a little of the British Empire's colonial legacy.

And while I have your attention, would you like to talk about why mere gayness is seen as such a threat to colonial power structures?

You exist on Tumblr, you've seen this:

...or maybe this version:

Gayness has been criminalized for so long it's gone memetic, and it's a badge of honour. Alright, you're gonna make my very existence illegal, I'm gonna do whatever I want. Thanks, homophobes!

But if we rewind to Ancient Greece and Rome - some of the original, big-time conquerors of the world - two dudes banging was part of the accepted social structure and no threat. Indeed, if you watch through Brigitte up there, quite a few of those tribal societies grant men or masculine people quite a lot of gender fluidity and sexual freedom. "Male privilege" includes self-determination, even when that extends to kicking traditional masculine ideals to the curb.

At the same time, women and feminine people tend to be ignored and erased, unless they're masculine enough to be parsed as men (that's a compliment!). History is written by the victors, the colonizers, and all of them were patriarchal as hell. Why it shook out that way is fodder for endless speculation - and politicization, depending on whether you prefer to glorify the male penetrative impulse, demonize it, or deconstruct it - but it obviously did and we've been living with the consequences for centuries. As it stands, the queer landscape available for colonial exploitation is incredibly diverse, but the perceived-male aspects of it (including, nonsensically, transwomen) get more play and more flack.

To get out there and start inflicting your diseased culture on everyone else - even if it kills them - you need truly toxic level of self-confidence.

"Cancer? What're you talking about? That's just ME!"

"And, believe me, it's an improvement. Because I'm fuckin' AWESOME! Ego, the Living Planet, will ALWAYS serve you your Blizzard upside down!"

If you think you have the right to yeet other cultures right out of existence and replace them with your own, your culture - alone - must be the best one. If the others have anything worth keeping, you'll add their uniqueness to your own...

Boy, do we like colonizer villains! Kinda scared someone's gonna roll up and feed us our own medicine, aren't we?

...but most of that stuff can go. It's not that you're behaving like cancer cells, it's more like... Pesticide! You want to be Monsanto, and inflict your specific flavour of mutant grass worldwide. Everyone needs to be eating the good stuff. It will save lives. So you need everyone to understand that the ecosystems you're wiping out to plant it are not worth having.

What's that? A "rain forest"? Who needs it?!

The easiest way to do that is to send some explorers and have them explain that the people already living in your desired colony are doing things differently, and wrong, and they need your help. They are morally-degenerate, we are morally-upright, and we can fix them!

And this is, unfortunately, still where all the old colonizers are coming from in trying to reign in the worst damages done to their former colonies, only these days the colonies aren't having it.

Gee, I wonder why.

Back in the golden age, tribal warfare, slavery, the abuses of preexisting empires, and a lack of super cool technology were all easy justifications. You didn't necessarily have to fix them, you just had to say you were, and that was cover for whatever else you wanted to do, including more warfare, slavery, abuse and theft. Gayness in and of itself wasn't a big deal to ancient Greeks and Romans, but they still held themselves much more civilized than the disorganized gayness they found in the Celtic tribes on those savage islands across the channel.

Those savage islands did not stop being gay and disorganized, even at the height of their colonial expansion, when such behaviour was officially punishable by imprisonment and death. Yet, Shaka Zulu didn't send a telegram after hearing about the Cleveland Street Scandal and say, "Hey, Victoria? Shame about that homosexual menace corrupting your whole government. Tell ya what, I'll be over with all my troops on the next boat, and we'll 'save' you from yourselves, all right? No-no, no need to thank me. Just returning the favour. Ha-ha. Cheers!"

Gayness has been here a long time, it's not going away, and empires have rolled along just fine while being variously gay AF. They normalize it, they ignore it, and they cover it up, as needed. Above a certain social standing, you can do whatever you want and we'll bend over backwards to forgive it. That's still how it is today, or else Prince Andrew and all of Epstein's powerful friends would be rotting in jail instead of going on about their influential lives. Colonial power structures don't really care about two similar sets of genitals banging together, or any kind of sexual deviancy at all. What they cannot abide is people refusing to stay in their place.

Queen Victoria wouldn't stand for a cadre of Zulu warriors occupying London no matter how gay it was, because white people (except the Irish) are inherently superior and deserve to rule the world. And we've developed many scientific theories based on things like skull shape and melanin production that prove it! SO THERE!

Science is NOT political. You can't politicize this stuff, IT IS SCIENCE!

Criminalizing homosexuality and gender fluidity all comes down to one thing: visible minorities are the easiest to marginalize, and marginalized people are the easiest to exploit. If you are below a certain social standing, it behooves your betters to hit you with as many labels as possible that indicate you belong there. Ideally, you will stop looking like a person deserving of human rights, and start to resemble a problem that needs a solution. Not necessarily a final solution, but that is on the table for those of you who aren't willing to settle down and be managed.

Let's go back to the pesticide metaphor. Say you're Monsanto, and you want the world to be covered in your corn. You know what would really help you rip up a variety of diverse ecosystems? An evil plant.

(I'm gay. I'm crime.)

Ideally, something hardy, ubiquitous, recognizable, and just common enough that you're liable to find one or two in any field, growing wild and free. Then, wherever you want to grow your corn, you just have to look for the plant.

THERE IT IS! GET 'EM!

And if someone should happen to see some evil plants growing amidst your awesome corn...

(I'm gay, but British aristocracy. I'm not crime!)

Nuh-uh, no you didn't.

(This one got pulled up and thrown away because it wouldn't shut up, and it was pointing out more evil plants.)

And if, in the future, you wanted to keep burning ecosystems down with impunity, you could always take back all you said about the plant being evil, call it "oppressed" instead, and make another pass with the flamethrower to "save" it. You know, if any of your bridges are intact after a thousand years of flames, and you're still desperate to rule the world, you could try.

It's not working very well, but some of the people living in these damaged ecosystems have internalized the fact that the plants are evil (and a criminal underclass is useful), and the continued use of flamethrowers is not working out so hot either.

Ultimately, queerness was criminalized as a convenient excuse. While it worked, the colonizers overplayed their hands so badly that they no longer have the authority to de-criminalize it. It's not a real threat. It's not logical, it's not disprovable (you can't prove a negative), and it will persist as long as it's convenient to have an underclass to exploit. With capitalism calling the shots, I have no idea how we're going to fix this.

But you already have some great advice to follow if your very existence is a crime.

[like and reblog if you want more like this, I am paying attention!]

[nesiacha]

Favorite couple frev

I know the question was already asked and there are a lot of surveys in this but I will do it again

My favorite is Jean Paul Marat and Simone Evrard but my second is Charles and Sanité Bélair

[eorzean-tale]

FFxivWrite2024 - Prompt #5: Stamp

“HAPPY NAMEDAY CAPTAIN!” 

Sven nearly jumped out of his skin as he was assaulted by sudden laughter and congratulations. He had only emerged from the sanctum of his readyroom to get some coffee, and wasn’t really in the mood. A rare occurrence for him, but unfortunately navigating by the stars meant that he stayed up much longer than he normally did whenever they were about to embark on any kind of trip where they couldn’t rely on landmarks. He didn’t like to do it on the fly anymore. Not after what happened with The Incident. 

He saw the grinning faces of his crew, his family, and the captain of the CETEA managed to force a smile on his lips. He couldn’t be short with them despite his exhaustion, not in the face of their obvious glee at surprising him yet another year. Cookie had gone all out as well, he saw, having baked not one, not two, but three of his favourite kinds of cakes. No doubt they hadn’t had any trouble finding people to help him decorate the mess as well, as was evident by the myriad of streamers and garlands strung about. A second glance had him notice that some of those garlands had paper cutouts of himself, drawn with over-the-top expressions of awe and appreciation. The least he could do was mimic some of them for their entertainment, and he was met with roaring laughter as he did so. Even Adra and Brigitte cracked a smile. Things were good.

Sven had been staring at the little stamp box when that memory had come to him, as vivid as if he had jumped back in time. Those moments seemed to come more and more, and he couldn’t rightly tell if it was his age, or some side-effect from whatever As’kari’s wife had done to his eye. His dreams certainly had been strange since then, but he wouldn’t be the first to fall for the trap of nostalgia as they got older either, so he couldn’t be sure.

He frowned as he tried to recall if the crew had thrown him one of their surprise parties this Twelvemoon yet. Unlike with most people, his was an actual surprise. He didn’t know what his actual nameday was, that was a discarded detail from the short life he’d lived before his current one. Sure, he’d made something up for the documentation for the Empire - former Empire, he corrected himself - but that was just as random a guess as the crew’s. It had become a little bit of a tradition to just pick a date each year and go all out like it was his actual nameday, but it had been a long time now. He sighed, softly chastising himself.

“You’re procrastinating.” 

That little stampbox had been a gift on one of those Nameday celebrations. As captain, he had to read and sign a lot of documents - a lot. After an afternoon of parchment work, even a young scribe would get stiff fingers, and so he’d been given the little box. To ease the burden. Brigitte could be strangely thoughtful like that, even though she claimed this was a cheaper solution than the ink and quills he went through every season. She had also insulted his handwriting, claiming that it costs them gil each time a clerk returned a document on account of not being able to read his ‘scribbles’. They had argued, because that’s the only way he could thank her without making her upset. That, and by cherishing the gift so it wouldn’t need to be replaced for decades, perhaps never.

Today was the only time he had ever loathed it. Not for its own sake, but because of what he had to write, and to who. It felt heavier than a pistol in his hand as he lifted the stamp, the black ink somehow reminding him of the viscosity of blood. As he pressed it to the bottom of the finished letter, it felt like the soft thud was the drop of an executioner’s axe. Just like that, he might have signed his own death warrant.

Sven carefully placed the stamp back on the inkpad, then slowly placed them both back in their box. His heart was hammering like he’d just taken a draught of poison, though he outwardly looked as calm as ever. Brigitte came to his mind’s eye then: “Glad to be the one to kill you, captain,” her phantom image taunted, and he laughed out loud as he got up. Time to get going.

[maskedwitch]

Trump Didn't Win Because of Transphobia

[theshimadaslovers]

THE ONRYO

Chapter 1

(ONRYO HANZO X YOU FEM!READER)

Genre: Magicpunk/DungeonPunk, drama, fantasy, romance.

Summary: You and a couple of friends were telling some ghost stories in a campfire, looking for new adventures. So, one of your closest friends, who knows the forest with the palm of her hands, tells an interesting myth about a spirit known as an Onryo, a violent ghost that can hurt you for real.

?? - All right, that one is not real, Briggite! *laughs* Ghosts are not real!

Brig- Not real? Dragons are real, Olivia! 

Olivia- They are animals and when people die, they're dead!! Right, y/n?! 

You- *eating* Mm…? Oh! I mean, it's possible. Is interesting actually… Tell me more about that thing, Brig. 

Brig- Well well! Someone is nice here! *laughs and sits close* They never told anybody the true story of the Onyro, but I know. 

Olivia- How? *roll eyes* 

Brig- My mother was a witch, you know, right? She met this demon! She said that his true story is that, actually, he's a man from a powerful empire of crime called Shimada and he killed his own brother! And his father paid coins of gold to a powerful witch to curse his own son and he became this demon, now, they call him a Sleepy Dangerous Spirit of The Darkest Forest. 

Olivia- Bullshit, there's not such things as demons! 

You- I've heard about that… *thinking out loud*

Brig- What do you mean? *surprised* 

You- No! Nothing! *laughs* It sounds like an old story from my parents! Is there any kind of cure for this curse? 

Brig- Is a flower in a high cold mountain, something like that. A lot of people said that this is not the real story, but, it may actually have something more about him. Isn't it interesting?

You- I like that! *laughs and stands up* Well, girls, I have to go, my uncle is waiting for me.

Olivia All right, but don’t listen to Brigitte, I know you’re crazy about those myths, but, come on… is there any chance that it could be real?

You- *smirk* The world is a mysterious box of Pandora, Olivia. There’s always a chance. We live inside of a Pandora Box.

Olivia- *swallow dry* That was a little creepy…

*later in your house located in the middle of the forest, you open the door finding your uncle exploding some alchemy* 

Uncle- Oh! Holy damn! That was a big one! *he was a wizard hided from the government* 

You- Uncle, what are you doing? *laughs* You’re gonna get attention from the guards like that.

Uncle- *turn around with his face dirty with pink dust* Well well! My sweet niece! I’m trying to figure out how to make color without using natural materials! For your paintings!

You- We live in the middle of nature, uncle, it is alright to use flowers and other things. By the way, I have a question for you.

Uncle- Yes yes! *cleaning his face* What is it?

You- Remember the myth about the demon Onryo? *your uncle stopped for a moment a little shocked* What? You told me that he was real.

Uncle- Yes, he is real! But you don’t mess with him! 

You- Brigitte told me his real story, her mother told her before die. 

Uncle- Yes, I remember her mother… She was a wize witch, she saw the demon with her own eyes. 

You- So… I said that he’s murdering people in the forest, right?

Uncle- Yes! But this is not our business! *go back to the experiments but you get in his way* 

You- Since I was a kid, I have wanted to know this spirit. 

Uncle- Evil spirit, y/n! You should not invoke him! 

You- You want to be known as a great wizard again! This is your chance to get away from the government's eyes! 

Uncle- This spirit is dangerous! He’s sadistic, powerful and will laugh at you while you bleed! And a liar too.

You- If you won’t do it, I’ll do it for you.

Uncle- No! *his aura starts to get red and visible* I said no! You’ll die in a blink of an eye! 

You- He is the biggest enemy for our kingdom! The greatest fear of the king! He killed the queen! The only one able to turn this man back to normal or kill him, is you! 

Uncle-... *get closer* I would never dare to be face to face with this demon. Never! Is possible to kill or cure, but only with a flower that’s impossible to reach! 

You- A flower! In the highest cold mountains!

Uncle- Guarded by a great dragon! *annoyed* A dragon of fire! A such a powerful fire that would NEVER freeze in that mountain! Hotter than hell! Burns as lava! 

You-...*take a deep breath* Fine! I don’t need to convince you anyway.

Uncle- What?

You- *Make a spell that makes you disappear in a smoke* 

Uncle- No no! Y/n! COME BACK! *inhales* I should never have taught spells to this girl…! 

*at your uncles library* 

You- *walk to a specific shelf picking up a thin notebook between the books* If you won’t do it, I’ll do it! *you open up the notebook and grab a book about myths and other one about the kingdom history* I’ve been preparing that for him for years! And he says “no”?! Idiot! *open the book of myths in a page of Onryo* “A guarding evil spirit from the Darkest Forest…” blah blah… here! Invocation! “Set two red candles in the ground in the middle of the darkest spot of a forest, light it up and place a red fire flower between, walk two steps back and hold an incense, light it up and speak the spell”. Right! I’m ready.

*you put everything in a backpack and walk to the window, open up and with no hesitation, you jump. Lucky you that has a tree in front, so you hold in the stem and go to the ground, then, your adventure starts, while your uncle, try to look for you a hour later* 

Uncle- *open the door of your room*  Y/n can we talk for a…? Y/n? *sighs and close the door going to the library open up* Y/n are you here? *see the open window* What? *the rest of the room looks totally normal, but he thought in the worse* Aw shit! *Close the door running out of the house* Y/n!! Y/N! Oh no…! 

*in the middle of the walk, you were reading the book about Onryo again* 

You- Why did they make up so many different stories for him? *sighs* I hope Brig is right about that one. Darkest place of the forest… *look around* Maybe, south? No… Too close to the cannibal tribes. *look back* Maybe East, but my uncle can detect me easily *look forward* It may have some cave around here.

*The first rule is to find the darkest place of the forest to make the invocation work, to avoid attention if someone is close, if there’s more than one person in the invocation ritual, the Onryo won’t appear, if insists, he will kill everyone with no excitation in a blink of an eye. After about two hours walking, around evening, you spot a deep cave with the entry covered with a curtain of leaves* 

You- Yes! *you smile running tired to the cave, getting closer, you felt a something cold in your spine* Creepy… *swallow dry and slowly entering the cave* Fine… the candles. 

*you pick up the candles in your backpack placed in the ground as the rules say, the flower that was safely stored in a glass jar, you place it between the red candles. Light up the candles in stand up now holding the incenses* All right… *take a deep breath lighting up, closing your eyes and starting the spell* 

“Homo damnatus in gehennam aeternam.

Malus spiritus surge e sepulchro tuo.

Ostende faciem tuam in mundo, ostende cornua tua et fortitudinem tuam.

Magne Onryo, invitum te invoco, pro viribus verborum meorum, sepulcrum tuum aperio.”

*Nothing happened, you open one eye and see everything quiet* 

You- What? *you grab the book open up in the right page* The latin spell didn’t work…! Of course! He’s a japanese spirit! *you slap your own forehead* Dammit! I’ll try to translate…? *take a deep breath closing your eyes again, but suddenly you smell something burning* ?! 

*You open your eyes and see the flower between the candles burning without touching anything, you step away a little scared and see two fine lines of fire coming from the candles touch each other making the flower turn into a bigger fire that makes you step away a little more. The fire started to grow bigger every second, like a huge campfire, the light was so strong that it made you put the book in front of your face and close your eyes, than… everything stops*

You- …? *you heard a growl making you keep the book in front of your face, now, scared and shaking* Oh shit…! It worked! Oh shit shit shit…! 

Onryo- Who dares to invoke me?! *you hear others growls, but not coming from him* How dare?! 

You- *slowly and shaking putting the book down* I…! I did! *you gasp seeing this blue demon figure looking to you*

Onryo- *tilt his head* You… *two creatures similar to dragons, skeletons dragons, appear behind him growling to you* A foolish woman…? *walk towards you* Where should I start? From the legs? They look taste *chuckles* Should I smash your head and eat your brains? *stay face to face* Take your pretty eyes off? *you felt his claws caressing your arms* Fresh… *the dragons wrap you around making you gasp and panic* Shhh shhh… *he hold you face* You know the consequences. 

You- Please…! I have a proposal! For you! *the dragons squeeze you more* Hm…!! 

Onryo- You want to make a proposal to a demon? *chuckles moving his face to you neck and smelling* Hmmm… such a good smell of meat… 

You- Please! *squeezing more* Hm! I know your true story! I…! *gasp*

Onryo- *chuckles and whispers with his demonic voice in you ear* Out of air? No one knows the truth, no one cares… *Look in your eyes* Liar…! 

*The dragons squeeze you until you roll your eyes almost fainting*

Onryo- Good girl… *laughs stepping away*

You- *gasp* A witch…! She…! Knew you!! 

Onryo-... A witch? *walk fast back to you and grab your neck making the dragons letting you go* What witch?! Do you know her?! 

You- *gasp* That witch you told her your true story! 

Onryo- Hmm… *let you go make you fall in your knees catching some breath* I remember that witch, I told her my story.

You- You’re a human… you’re cursed by your own family... killed your own brother…

Onryo- I DIDN’T KILL MY BROTHER! *He voice echoed like hell* I would never dare to kill him! I…! *he growls* Give a good reason to not kill you! 

You- I have the cure! *you stand up* I can bring you back! 

Onryo- *chuckles* You? A little girl? What are you?

You- Daughter of witches! I know about the cure, I know what can bring you back! 

Onryo- And why do you want to help me? Reckless girl! 

You- You’ve been killing innocent people for blood! 

Onryo- Oh, is that so? Want to be a hero? *laughs* 

You- Do you want to be hunted forever?

Onryo- I’m feared by everyone! *walk towards you* I’ma god! I’m powerful! 

You- And lonely! We hate you, Onryo! You’re a demon! 

Onryo- Demon? *chuckles* You think I care about being lonely and hated? I love that! 

You- Right… So you actually killed your brother in cold bloo-! *he grab your neck* Is that what everyone thinks about you! 

Onryo- Talk about my brother again and I will break your neck! 

You- So you gonna have to break everyones neck! *smile* Don’t you wanna prove to them that you’re the victim here?! 

Onryo- Victim? *he chills but still holds your neck* I’m the victim…

You- My…neck! So listen to me! You come with me to get the flowers that can bring you back! All right? You become human again and we go hunt that stupid witch! 

Onryo- And kill my father… *laughs and bring you close to him* So you’re going to make an deal with the devil! 

You- What?!

Onryo- I have my conditions… You'll be loyal to me, no lies! No betray! And you will obey me…! Only me!

You- And that's my condition…you'll protect me! *he growls* Yes! That's the deal!

Onryo- You're a witch! You have a lot of power in your veins! 

You- I…! *gasp* I'm not that strong yet! *he immediately let you go laughing out loud* 

Onryo- Daughter of witches?! No power?! Liar! 

You- It's a deal?! Or not?! 

*He look at you for a few seconds and chuckles*

Onryo- All right, human… is a deal with the devil *smirk*

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