#glorien

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Buckle up für eine nostalgische Reise in die Vergangenheit, denn eine Demo für Berserk Boy, den aufregenden neuen Plattformer des japanischen Studios Berserk Boy Games, wurde gerade für den PC veröffentlicht. Ein Spiel mit einer von Anime inspirierten Geschichte und retroartigem Gameplay, Berserk Boy ist bereit, Herzen und Köpfe mit seiner Mischung aus eingängigen Musikstücken und einer packenden Handlung zu gewinnen.Berserk Boy stammt von Berserk Boy Games, einem japanischen Studio, das für seinen innovativen Ansatz beim Gaming bekannt ist.Der Soundtrack stammt von Tee Lopes, dessen Arbeiten Sonic Mania und Streets of Rage 4 umfassen.Das Spiel ist eine raffinierte Mischung aus Nostalgie und Neuheit und integriert Elemente von Mega Man und Metroid.Das vollständige Spiel soll 2024 auf Steam veröffentlicht werden, aber eine Demo steht nun kostenlos zum Testen zur Verfügung. Keine Ruhe für das RetroDas Spiel ist eine Hommage an das goldene Zeitalter der Plattformer, jedoch mit einer modernen Ästhetik, die sowohl Old-School-Enthusiasten als auch Neulinge gleichermaßen begeistern wird. In der Rolle des tapferen Helden Kei verwandelst du dich in Berserk Boy, um den bösen Wissenschaftler und seine Armee der Dunkelheit herauszufordern. Durch das Überwinden von Hindernissen und das Besiegen von Feinden mit Raffinesse werden sowohl Spiele-Neulinge als auch Veteranen eine bemerkenswerte Resonanz mit Berserk Boys Stil finden. Soundtrack, der den richtigen Ton trifftEines der herausragenden Merkmale von Berserk Boy ist zweifellos sein Soundtrack, komponiert von keinem Geringeren als Tee Lopes. Lopes' bisherige Arbeit an Fan-Favoriten wie Sonic Mania und Streets of Rage 4 bürgt für seine Fähigkeit, klangliche Landschaften zu schaffen, die das Spielerlebnis verbessern. Das Kämpfen gegen Bosse und das Eintauchen in spannende Bosskämpfe, während man zu Lopes' eingängigen Beats groovt, garantieren ein Spielerlebnis wie kein anderes. Eine ganz neue Welt der NostalgieWas Berserk Boy von der Masse abhebt, ist seine perfekte Mischung aus Nostalgie und Neuheit. Obwohl es fest in den Traditionen des Plattformings verwurzelt ist, nimmt das Spiel geschickt Anleihen bei Klassikern wie Mega Man und Metroid. Die nuancierte Spielstrategie, bei der man neue Fähigkeiten von besiegten Bossen erwirbt, eröffnet eine ganz neue Welt der Möglichkeiten. Dies verspricht ein umfangreiches Spielerlebnis mit versteckten Bereichen und Geheimnissen, die den Reiz des Spiels erhalten. In ErwartungObwohl die vollständige Veröffentlichung von Berserk Boy noch einige Jahre entfernt ist, dient die kostenlose Demo als vielversprechender Vorgeschmack. Die Spieler bekommen einen Vorgeschmack auf das, was sie erwartet: fesselnde Visuals, elementare Power-Ups, eine packende Handlung und ein spannendes Gameplay, das von vergangenen Gaming-Glorien inspiriert ist. Also, worauf wartest du? Tauche in die lebhafte Welt von Berserk Boy ein, probiere die Demo aus und lass uns wissen, was du denkst!

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Chapter 45 - All the warmth you want

Feyros pov :3

Tag: @whumpfigure @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @green-eyed-whumpster @liliability @sideblogformindtrash @starnight-whump @milk-carton-whump @abitefullofwhump @unicornscotty @myst-in-the-mirror @neverthelass @dont-touch-my-soup

CW: death mention, captivity, death of woman

***

A carriage was parked at the intersection of the main road to the palace and some smaller street that only led to taverns. In front of the carriage, Feyros was walking back and forth. He couldn’t think. Worry had taken over his mind. 

He paused as he saw the light of a touch approach. Two of his bodyguards walked over, in between them a man with a familiar posture. All of his worries washed away and he hastened towards the trio. 

‘You’re found!’, he exclaimed. A smile spread across his face, he couldn’t help himself. 

He slowed down when he noticed the smeared make-up on Glorien’s face, and his red eyes. His lip was wobbling slightly. Had he been crying?

‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’, he asked. 

Hesitantly, he put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. When teary eyes looked up at him, he couldn’t control himself anymore. He launched forward and wrapped the boy into his embrace. 

‘It’s fine. You’re safe, it’s fine.’

He knew how scary the city could be at night. The people who roamed the streets when the sun had gone down, didn’t do so with good intentions. Who knows what could have happened. He closed his eyes. He shouldn’t think like that. Glorien was safe now. 

*** 

He knew the carriage ride back to the palace would be short, so he had to take every moment of it to ask the dancer a few questions. He had to put his embarrassment from the last time he'd seen Glorien aside. Gently he looked at the boy sitting on the seat opposite of him. 

‘Where were you?’

Dark brown eyes examined his face. Feyros waited patiently for a reply. 

‘I wanted to go for a walk, but I got lost’, Glorien whispered. 

‘A walk? In the city?’ Didn’t he know how dangerous that was?

Glorien stared out of the window. ‘I saw… a suspicious person.’

His breath hitched for a moment. ‘What do you mean?’

The boy shrugged, and kept his attention on the night outside the window. 

Clearly, something had happened. Feyros felt like it was important, but getting the information out of Glorien would be tedious. And right now, he didn’t have that sort of time. 

Instead, he asked: ‘What did you want to see me for?’

He had the boy’s attention on him again. His hands were fiddling with one of the silver bracelets he wore.  Judging by his confused look, he didn’t know what Feyros was referring to. 

‘Someone told me you wanted to see me. Was that true?’

Glorien kept frowning and shook his head. ‘I don’t know.’

So his suspicions were true. He was lied to. But why? A shiver ran across his back, and he wrapped his dark blue coat closer around him. 

‘Do you have any idea who told me that?’, he tried. 

When the boy shook his head again, he asked: ‘This may sound like a weird question, but do you have any affiliations with lady Triban?’

Now, he got more of a reaction. The fiddling stopped, and a confused look made place for a shocked one. He stumbled over his words. ‘No- not really, no… except- well, she hates me. But that’s it.’

He leaned forward and sofly placed his hand on Glorien’s. ‘Listen. This may be very important. There’s something going on in the palace that may be dangerous for the both of us. So if you can tell me what sort of interactions you have with her, it may help us get a better understanding of things.’

He noticed Glorien did his best to swallow. Then, he said, quietly: ‘She… she- hurts me. She likes to punish me. Vas- the Emperor does that too, but lady Triban actually seems to enjoy it.’

Triban is a sadist, but that he already knew. Feyros leaned back against his seat. Still, it could mean that she easily pushed Glorien in one direction or the other, simply by holding fear over his head. But right now, Glorien wasn’t in a state in which he would admit to something like that, and Feyros couldn’t blame him for it. 

‘Hey,’ he said, trying to sound cheerful, ‘if you enjoy walks, maybe we could go to the haven? What about tomorrow, right after noon? You’re allowed to go outside, right?’

It seemed to have the opposite effect on the boy. Quickly, Feyros added: ‘Or do you want to go somewhere else? I’d love to go out with you.’

He felt himself getting warm. That came out a lot differently than how he wanted it to be. But a little blush appeared on Glorien’s face as well, making Feyros’s heart jump. 

‘Uhh… y-yes. I… Maybe the park?’, Glorien mumbled. ‘But not tomorrow! It’s… a busy day.’

‘Of course! When do you want to go?’

‘Um, I don’t know, actually.’

Feyros tried to keep his composure. He had to push harder. 

‘In three days, maybe? That’s the next day I’m free.’ He saw Glorien hesitate. ‘And if you want to change plans, you can tell me and we’ll do so, alright?’

Now, the boy gave a small nod. ‘Sure.’

‘That’s great!’

The carriage had stopped. They had arrived back at the palace. Feyros helped Glorien get out. When they did, he still couldn’t let go of the boy’s hand. He stared at the gigantic building that towered over the city. For Feyros, any place that basked in luxury was a place of comfort, where he felt safe. But for Glorien, this place was one he must associate with pain and humiliation. 

For the first time, a thought formed in his head. He cursed himself for not thinking of that sooner. He glanced at Glorien. Had he tried to run away?

Glorien returned his look. ‘I want to go to bed.’

He nodded, and let go of his hand. ‘Goodnight.’

But the boy didn’t go. He kept staring at Feyros. They were alone. 

Feyros swallowed. Did he want to say something? He’d listen, whatever it was. He’d provide comfort, even if he was tired. Saints, he’d ride him back to the city if he wanted, and pretend like he didn’t find him, just so they had more moments alone. He forced himself to smile. He’d give this person all the warmth he wanted.

‘Goodnight’, Glorien said. 

That was all. 

Feyros watched as the boy walked to the main entrance. Soon, the building had consumed him. It left him empty. 

"You must feel so proud of yourself."

He didn’t know how long he had been standing there, nailed to the ground, when suddenly a guard ran up to him. It was an imperial guard. 

‘Sir! His Majesty orders that you meet him in his private chambers, immediately!’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘One of our men found the dead body of lady Lazulan, sir!’

[milk-carton-whump]

☆☆Glorien themed poetry☆☆ @tears-and-lilies

Cw: death mention, implied blood

The tile will run red when I'm done

They've had their fun

I'm tired and hated and sad as can be

Now I'll escape, just you wait and see

They'll pay for their crimes

And I'll get my way

Marsi and Loui, they'll rot at my feet

For it's the devil I'll send them to meet

Just you wait, I'm not done today

For soon I'll make sure, it all goes my way.

[liliability]

Be grateful. Obey. Kneel.

Glorien belongs to @tears-and-lilies

[tears-and-lilies]

Alright this is a snippet for an AU where Feyros quits his job and takes Glorien to a villa in Derreia, and they are no longer involved in politics. It’s very sweet and focuses on recovery!

I’m not tagging anyone because it’s just a snippet, but if you do want to be tagged let me know!

CW: trauma recovery

***

Feyros slowly woke up. He moaned and tried to turn onto his side, but stopped when he realised someone was lying next to him. Glorien was all curled up, sleeping cosily. His black hair was a mess and his mouth hung slightly open.

Feyros smiled. Glorien had his own room, where he could sleep if he wanted to sleep alone. But since they moved here, to a villa in the countryside in Derreia, they rarely slept apart. Usually, when night came, Glorien got dressed together with him and went to bed together with him. He didn’t have to. After all that he went through, Feyros wanted to give him as much space as he needed. He had told his lover as much last night. 

Maybe that had been a mistake. He didn’t want to push him toward one way or the other. But Glorien had first shrugged and said he could sleep alone that night. When Feyros clarified that it wasn’t an order, and he could do whatever he wanted, Glorien had simply responded with “I’ll see”. 

So he had changed his mind. And now Feyros was worried that he had made it seem as if he didn’t want the younger man here, which wasn’t true.

Carefully he stroked Glorien’s forehead, brushing some strands of hair out of his face. The boy groaned, and Feyros put an arm under his neck, holding his shoulder and pulling him closer. 

Glorien opened his eyes, and for a moment, there was a hesitation on his face. Feyros froze. Always that familiar hesitation… But it disappeared as soon as it had come, making place for a big, joyful smile. Feyros’s heart fluttered.

‘Hello’, Glorien said hoarsely. 

‘Good morning.’ Feyros leant in and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

This prompted the boy to wriggle closer, pressing his body against the man’s. 

‘Did you sleep well?’

The answer was delayed, a sign that he didn’t.

‘No’, Glorien mumbled. ‘I was scared.’

‘What were you afraid of?’

He hugged his lover as close as he could. Glorien didn’t have many good nights, and it worried him. Of course he understood why. They had left the palace in such a haste. Glorien had been held captive there for six years, and it would take a long time to get used to this sudden new life. 

Glorien… didn’t talk much about the things that clearly troubled his mind. And Feyros didn’t dare to bring them up. Only at the beginning had his lover mentioned them. Those mentions were accompanied by fits of rage. He would start cursing at the Imperial family, at the nobility, and sometimes at the Koians. He would make sarcastic jokes, quickly followed by yelling and screaming and ranting about everything he could think of. And then, slowly, day by day, the anger went away.

And now Glorien barely talked at all. 

‘The usual’, he replied to Feyros’ question. 

At this point, Feyros had no idea what “the usual” meant. 

He kissed the younger man again, and was met with a shower of kisses on his face and neck. They held each other firmly for a while, enjoying the moment. Finally, Feyros sighed and got up.

‘Alright, I have some work to do’, he said. 

Glorien looked at him with such adoration, that he felt guilty to leave the bed. 

‘Have fun’, the boy teased.

[milk-carton-whump]

Worst best dancer ever

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Now that I introduced Chaïra, I can finally show you this post I made on my main blog on July 7th 2020 :D

I want to ramble about my ocs before I go to sleep

So I came up with them only like 4 weeks ago but I love them so much. They live in a fantasy world where 6 years ago a man started a war to claim the throne, but he lost and killed himself, and his 2 oldest sons lost too and 1 died and the other fled out of the empire. The third son (Glorien) was captured and sentenced to death but plead for his life. He got freed but everything was taken away from him and he was forced to work as a dancer in the palace. In the present, so 6 years later, he tries to take revenge by destroying the system from the inside. He believes he has a chance when he meets his cousin (Chaïra) who also swore revenge but lives freely. However, Chaïra wanted to destroy the system from the outside so they thought Glorien could lead the troops who were once loyal to his father, but he doesn't like that idea, while Chaïra doesn't like his idea. Taking revenge together is difficult when they don't agree on the means so stuff happens

Anyway I'll go to sleep now

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Vibe check for Glorien?

Heheh, mischievous royal boy, not a very good dancer, that drabble about the flower-shibari <3 <3 not allowing yourself to cry; using anger as a shield from sorrow; being unable to accept people who love you; an old run-down house filled with only painful memories, that you'd still force yourself to live in; watching a family from a distance

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Gloriel set the tray down beside the bed and the little huddle of chairs. “You have to eat, my lords,” she said softly. Neither Maedhros nor the twins on his lap stirred, all of them intently watching the pale, still figure in the bed. Glorien sighed. “Elrond, Elros,” she murmured, appealing to the more reasonable members of the small grouping. “Lord Maglor will be very upset if he wakes up to find you have not eaten during his entire convalescence.”

“What if he doesn’t wake up at all?” Elros muttered rebelliously. Maedhros’ right arm tightened around him, but otherwise the redhead didn’t react.

“He will,” Gloriel said firmly. “He will, Elros. He always has before. This isn’t the worst wound he’s taken. He’s just tired.”

Elrond finally stirred and looked around at her; his big grey eyes looked far far too old for the small, baby-fat face surrounding them. “Maglor needs the food,” he said hollowly. “He can’t get better if he doesn’t eat. His body will run out of energy.”

Gloriel started to again urge Elrond to eat, but paused, looking closely at the child. “You’re right,” she agreed quietly, and glanced towards Maglor, still and silent and pallid on his thin pillow. “You’re right, Elrond. I’m about to bring his broth now, would you like to help me feed him?”

Elrond nodded, sliding down off of Maedhros’ lap. The commander stirred a little, looking after the child, before shifting to enfold Elros in both arms. Elros leaned against Maedhros’ chest, watching his twin.

Elrond scrambled up onto the bed and sat, placing Maglor’s head carefully in his lap and brushing tendrils of dark hair from the sweat-rimmed brow. “Maglor, you need to wake up,” Elrond whispered to the unresponsive Elf. “Maglor, please. We need you. Don’t leave us.”

Maedhros flinched a little at this, but leaned forward to examine his brother’s face with painful intensity. Maglor remained limp, eyes closed, but Elrond curled over him, whispering too softly for even those beside the bed to hear.

Gloriel returned, carrying a bowl of precious broth in her hands. She sat down on the side of the bed, smiling encouragingly at Elrond. “Hold his head up and open his mouth while I spoon the broth in,” she instructed.

Maedhros settled back again, and Elros snuggled into him again, both of them watching their brothers and the healer. Maglor swallowed the spoonfuls of aromatic broth without otherwise reacting, but Gloriel seemed cheered. “That he’s doing this at all is a good sign,” she assured Maedhros and the twins. “It means there’s a good chance he’ll yet wake up quite soon.”

Maedhros knew better. But seeing the lightening of the fear in Elros’ eyes, he didn’t dispute her optimism.

Once the bowl was emptied, she set it aside. “My lord, you must eat something,” she said softly but firmly, meeting Maedhros’ eyes squarely. He stared her down for a long moment, but she set her jaw and tilted her chin up and refused to look away. After a moment, he let out a deep sigh, shoulders slumping, and nodded once.

“Healer Gloriel is right,” he said to the boys, voice vibrating roughly in his chest. “The two of you must eat, as well.”

She rewarded him with a relieved smile, standing to pass out the bowls of stew, handing the first one to Elrond, seated by her right hand on Maglor’s pillow, before handing the second to Elros and pulling the table over to Maedhros.

The stew was thin and savory, flavored with the ever-rarer beef. Maedhros wondered idly how long the kitchens had been trying to tempt the three of them into eating. It certainly seemed to be helping the boys; Elros looked down at his in astonishment, and Elrond seemed slightly more cheered with every bite. Maedhros ate mechanically, eyes traveling back again and again to his brother.

Gloriel came to collect their dishes once they were finished, and light the lanterns, before quietly going back out. The three of them sat vigil over Maglor as time slid away into a blur, until Elros was yawning and Elrond’s head nodded over the comatose Elf’s.

Maedhros stood, swooping Elros up and depositing him on the narrow bed beside Maglor. “Sleep, both of you,” he ordered, sweeping Elrond’s legs and pulling his ankle to lay him down on the other side from his twin. Tucking the thin blanket over all three of them, he removed his cloak to drape over the threesome as well.

“We’re not sleepy!” Elros protested, even as Elrond snuggled up against Maglor and closed his eyes.

“Then lay there and be still and quiet and pretend you are,” Maedhros said sternly, shifting his chair closer still to the bed and sitting down again.

Elros grumbled something and pointedly turned his back, but it was only a few minutes before his breathing evened out and softened further.

Maedhros reached out, taking his brother’s limp hand in his sole one, and leaned over, resting his forehead on the edge of the bed. He couldn’t pray: the Valar had abandoned them utterly in their rebellion. He could barely even hope any more. There was nothing he could do but sit by his remaining brother’s side and watch him dwindle and Fade…

He woke gradually to an empty hand resting on the spare mattress and the long-unaccustomed feel of a hand stroking his hair. Part of his mind flicked to the Lieutenant petting him in Angband, but the part of him still groggy with insufficient sleep went back farther yet, to idyllic days beneath gold-lit trees letting a giggling Makalaurë and young Findekáno practice their braiding in his hair.

And then the entirety of his brain caught up to what was happening and he sat up straight, eyes wide in disbelief.

Maglor smiled weakly up at him, looking exhausted and frail but very much alive and very much awake. “Hello, ‘Timo,” he croaked.

Maedhros flung himself onto his brother, awkwardly tucking both arms around Maglor as best he could with the barrier of the blanket between them. Maglor’s free hand came up to gently pat his back. “It’s okay, ‘Timo. I’m still here. Still alive and kicking.”

“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” Maedhros muttered into his mouthful of pillow.

Something squirmed beneath his belly and shoved, and he jerked upright again. Elros squinted indignantly up at him. “You were squishing me!”

Maglor grinned, twisting to press a kiss to the frowsy dark hair. Elros whipped his head around to stare at Maglor, then propped himself on his elbow, Maedhros’ transgression forgotten. “Maglor! You’re awake! Elrond, Elrond, wake up, Maglor’s awake! We knew you’d wake up,” he added brashly.

Elrond reached up to rub sleep out of his eyes, blinking and squinting. But a bright smile was growing across his face, that only shone brighter when Maglor kissed his head, too. “Sure we did,” he agreed with his twin, snuggling closer, then yawned cavernously.

Maedhros stood. “You three stay right here,” he ordered. “I’m going to find Gloriel.”

Elrond tilted his head to look up at Maglor as the door closed behind Maedhros. “I called you back,” he said earnestly. “Did you hear me?”

“Indeed I did,” Maglor returned with a weary smile. “And Maedhros too. And Elros,” he added.

Elros gave him a skeptical look. “You’re bluffing. I can’t Call people the way Elrond can.”

“I didn’t hear you the way I heard Elrond,” Maglor agreed. “But I heard you nonetheless. Both your spirits burn like white star-fire. And I followed those beacons back.”

“What does Maedhros burn like?” Elros asked curiously.

Like fell-fire. Like burning ships and burning people and burning dreams. Like a campfire guttering down to its last embers after all around it have been slain. “Like the fire in the hearth in the Great Hall,” Maglor said with another smile. “All red and orange.”

The door opened again, and Gloriel sailed in, wreathed in smiles, Maedhros right behind her and once more wearing his usual grim scowl. “Feeling better?” the healer asked brightly, coming over to lift Maglor up and assist him in taking a sip of water.

He swallowed it greedily before laying back down with a sigh. “No,” he joked weakly. “At least when I was unconscious I couldn’t feel the aches.” He caught Maedhros’ expression over her shoulder and added hastily, “Yes, I’m feeling much better. It’s good to be awake again.”

She nodded sympathetically. “I’m sure it hurts. We’ll get some pain reliever into you. Do you feel up to some food?”

Maglor opened his mouth to respond, but his growling stomach beat him to it. He smiled sheepishly as the twins giggled. Gloriel laughed. “Wait right here, I’ll bring dinner for all of you,” she promised, and bustled out again.

Maedhros sat back down in his chair. “Well,” he said dryly, “now that you’ve had a nice long nap and are well-rested, I think perhaps it’s time for you to handle running things while I sleep.”

Elrond frowned. “He’s not well-rested!” he rebuked Maedhros sharply. “He is wounded and needs to eat and sleep, not – oh. You were joking.” He looked sheepish.

Maedhros snorted and settled back in his chair. “Indeed. Fret not, I shan’t do such again.”

“That was also a joke,” Maglor murmured to the twins.

Elros squinted at Maedhros critically. “Your jokes aren’t funny.”

When Gloriel returned with a tray bearing four steaming bowls, she wondered vaguely why her patient was shaking with silent laughter while his brother, beside the bed, was eyeing the twins with his version of indulgent tolerance.

[tears-and-lilies]

Wow!!!! That's amazing and well done!!! I love this so much!! Thank you for drawing my boy!! I love your art and he looks so good here! And the background! The plants and tiny flowers are so pretty!

He very much appreciates the apple and a calm moment!

Le Berger Paris  but it’s @tears-and-lilies​ Glorien and he has an apple because no one feeds this boy. I’d normally avoid doing the classical art thing with someone else’s characters but it feels right here because the whole story seems like something that came straight from a painting 

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Hi! I've kind of been turning this around in my head a lot lately, but that time you left a comment on my work meant so much to me! I love it so much when I get reactions and I was so happy then and I kept going back and rereading! We don't interact a lot so I wanted to let you know. I love your writing and I really really appreciate you, please keep being you!

thank you so much! Your art is great and I’m invested in Glorien’s story!

[cupcakes-and-pain]

What would Kad think of Glorien? (Defiant and arrogant son of a noble forced to dance for the emperor, tries to kill members of the nobility, hates being lonely, has a lot of homesickness) ~tears-and-lilies

Sorry I didn’t see this right away, I was on mobile all day and often anon asks don’t show up on that.

Anyway, Kad would definitely be kind of frightened by Glorien and try to stay away from him. While Kad would definitely be very happy for him that he can be so defiant and brave while stuck in a terrible situation, the whole killing thing would definitely not sit well with Kad as well as his arrogance. If Glorien opened up to Kad about his hatred of being lonely or homesick, Kad would immediately become 100% nicer and less distant. But if they don’t have a bonding moment? Kad would definitely just be nice and hospitable if necessary, but not try to get to know Glorien.

[milk-carton-whump]

I will never not love glorien looks like Fish made a big friend!!!

Glorien belongs to @tears-and-lilies

[cornelia-the-vestal]

I want to ramble about my ocs before I go to sleep

So I came up with them only like 4 weeks ago but I love them so much. They live in a fantasy world where 6 years ago a man started a war to claim the throne, but he lost and killed himself, and his 2 oldest sons lost too and 1 died and the other fled out of the empire. The third son (Glorien) was captured and sentenced to death but plead for his life. He got freed but everything was taken away from him and he was forced to work as a dancer in the palace. In the present, so 6 years later, he tries to take revenge by destroying the system from the inside. He believes he has a chance when he meets his cousin (Chaïra) who also swore revenge but lives freely. However, Chaïra wanted to destroy the system from the outside so they thought Glorien could lead the troops who were once loyal to his father, but he doesn't like that idea, while Chaïra doesn't like his idea. Taking revenge together is difficult when they don't agree on the means so stuff happens

Anyway I'll go to sleep now

[planteven]

men men men, det kan godt være Magasins formål er at tjene penge, men det er vel stadig godt, at de med den email støtter priden? eller hvordan ser du det

Det her blev et længere svar end først antaget. Nu er den mail et år gammel (og de har så vidt jeg kan se (7-9-13) ingen pride-kampagne i år), men jeg er sådan ca. bare pisse hamrende træt af regnbuekapitalisme. Vi ser hvert år, at store firmaer lige omkring Pride-sæsonen gerne vil være alle LGBTQ+ personers bedste venner, fordi der er seriøst gode penge i at sælge intetsigende produkter og smide et regnbueflag på. Vi ser også hvert år, at så snart pride-ugen er slut forsvinder regnbuelogoerne og opråbet om “mangfoldighed, bla bla bla, homoer er også ok, bla bla man må holde i hånden med dem man elsker” som dug for solen. Hvad har vi som LGBTQ+ personer fået ud af det? Visuel opbakning? Måske. Mere tryghed i nattelivet? Det tvivler jeg på.  Hvad har de store firmaer fået ud af det? Millionomsætning og god en god CSR de kan henvise til i den kommende årsrapport for at pudse glorien.

Derudover tror jeg (uden at tale for hele LGBTQ+-samfundet i Danmark, men tænker at langt de fleste er med mig), at vi ikke har brug for at blive valideret af heteroseksuelle mennesker (læs: straight saviour complex, mere om det her) om at vi OK og at vi også gerne må være her. Vi vil bare gerne accepteres og have lov til at leve vores liv . Jeg tror også folk glemmer, at priden ikke opstod for at cis-heteroseksuelle mennesker kunne have lov til at være dem de er, for det kan de (i langt højere grad) allerede. Priden opstod som en demonstration mod, at LGBTQ+ personer netop ikke måtte være hvem de var (mere om Stonewall Riots her)

Jeg ville som sådan ikke have noget mod Magasins nyhedsbrev, hvis de produkter, som de prøvede at sælge mig på en eller anden måde gavnede os (i form af støtte til LGBTQ+ organisationer) eller støttede og fremhævede LGBTQ+ designere og deres arbejde. I stedet vil de have mig til at købe en blå støbejernsgryde eller en ”regnbuegrøn” kjole, der med meget stor sandsynlighed er produceret under kummerlige forhold et sted i Asien. Derudover er det super ulækkert at tjene penge på andre menneskers strukturelle undertrykkelse og lidelse uden at donere penge og på den måde støtte LGBTQ+ personers kamp alle andre uger om året.

Derudover vil jeg gerne henvise til @/kraenkelseskulturellememes på Instagram der har et skidegodt highlight (og klart mere velformulerede indlæg) om, hvorfor det netop er problematisk