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geminigirl0298 · 3 years ago

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The Course Of True Love

Relationship: Loki Odinson x Original Female Character

Summary: Loki Odinson never expected to see his mother hurrying down a hall with a smart-mouthed, soot-covered figure who was supposedly the princess of Vanaheim. He never expected her to stay more than a week, much less an entire century, and he surely did not expect their initial animosity to morph into the fluttering, tickling feeling he got in his stomach every time she was near.

Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I'd love to hear what you guys think so far!

Warnings: Smut later on (will be marked), 18+, loss of virginity, fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cursing, inappropriate language

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CHAPTER 4

Change happens when you least expect it.

It was a well-known saying, one Sigrid had heard many times from both her parents and Loki’s. Change, like death, was inevitable. Sometimes it occurred when you needed it the most. Other times as the tides went by. It could be as sneaky as a snake, as merciful as a miracle, yet Sigrid certainly did not expect it to make an appearance at breakfast that morning.

Sigrid sat in the middle chair on one side of a rounded table, Queen Frigga on the other. She was having tea in the queen’s private chambers before she and Loki went off to spend the day together. They always did so after one of his long missions away, and she had been hoping to go riding with him to the lake to collect more of those purple wildflowers that grew in abundance. She wanted to make sure she had enough to make flower crowns for her and Loki to wear to the star gazing festival in a few days.

The trickster in question was still asleep. Sigrid had snuck into his room on her way to tea and found him snoring away beneath the thick, emerald sheets. The journey must have tired him out more than he let on, and she decided to let him sleep until after her visit with the queen.

“That’s a beautiful flower,” Frigga complemented. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen them in the garden.”

Sigrid touched the soft pink petals tucked into the side of her hair with a small grin. “It’s a camellia. They grow on Midgard. Loki left it for me.” Frigga bit back a grin.

“Did Loki find you last night? He had news for you.”

“Oh, yes.” She finished sipping her tea before elaborating. “He told me about the festival and that you were integral in getting the Allfather to agree to let me go. I cannot thank you enough.”

Frigga’s hand came to rest on hers, not a hint of her age showing in the still unwrinkled skin. “Thanks are not necessary. We’ve kept you away from as much unnecessary public events as possible and I hear it is no longer needed. Your father has been keeping us updated on the situation at home. Is it true you’re thinking of returning soon?”

Sigrid nodded. “Just for a visit to see how I’ll be received.” She popped a ripe grape into her mouth, reveling in the tangy taste. Loki would have been stealing them off her plate had he been present. “I must confess I’m a bit nervous. My last encounter with Vanaheim was a tragedy, and even though papa says the people are more tolerant, there’s always a chance things will go south.”

“And what does Loki think?” Frigga peered at her from over the brim of her teacup. Sometimes when the queen made an inquiry, it felt as though she were searching for the answer to another question entirely. This was one of these times. Having been in the situation before, Sigrid knew to the only way out was to tell the truth.

“He believed I was returning for good, it seemed.” She recalled the strained look on Loki’s face the night before when she had first relayed her father’s words. “Yes. He definitely did.” The queen lifted a brow.

“Really? What did he say to that?”

“Well, I informed him that it was just a visit. He seemed awfully relieved once I did so.” Loki’s shoulders had indeed fallen when she explained the details of her supposed return. “Afterwards, he was very supportive.”

Frigga placed her cup to the side. She picked up a spoon and stirred the liquid as she spoke, an enthralled look in her eyes. “My dear, do you have any idea why he jumped to the conclusion that your return would be final?”

Sigurd shrugged. “My time here will eventually come to an end. I am the heir to the throne of Vanaheim and as much as I have come to love Asgard, I cannot possibly rule from here.” She picked up another grape, this time running her nail against the outer skin in lieu of eating it. “I suppose, even though I have always known this, the prospect of beginning my transitioning back is a bit jarring. Asgard has become my next home and there are so many people here who love me and whom I love the same.” Another pregnant pause punctuated her sentence. “I’m going to have to start a whole new life, aren’t I?”

“I’m sure it may seem like that. It’s what I had to do when I married the king.” The queen’s fingers went to the ring on her finger and began twirling it. “Before I was married, I was raised by a coven of witches. They were my family. I had friends and a life and,” here, Frigga gave a little smirk, “my fair share of gentlemen callers.”

Sigrid gave a startled laugh. “Your Majesty. Does the Allfather know?”

“Yes, but I was intact when we wed so it made no difference. And though I missed the people I grew up with, I never once regret my decision to marry Odin. We have a wonderful life together, and two sons that are great men in their own way…”

Sigrid lay her chin on her propped hand whilst Frigga spoke. She loved hearing stories about her younger days. As children, Frigga would keep her and Loki entertained for hours just telling tales of her life growing up. From finding out about her gift for seidrto harnessing it, then to meeting Odin and becoming the queen of Asgard. Frigga had had a colourful life, one filled with adventure, love, and romance. Sigrid could only dream of having the same for herself.

“I do hope the day I leave for good will not be the last time I see everyone here,” Sigrid admitted. “I’m not so naïve that I don’t get that my time will not always be my own, but surely some communication will be kept. Asgard and Vanaheim are more than allies. There is real friendship between our nations.”

Frigga made a noise of content. Her hand came to rest on Sigrid’s cheek as she spoke. “My child, you are welcome to visit here anytime, as few and far between as that may be. Your return will be followed by a few years well stagnant on Vanaheim, because whilst you are a princess, you’ve not yet learned how to be a queen. I have no doubt that once you do, you will be a force to reckon with.”

“Thank you,” Sigrid murmured. “That means more than you’ll ever know.” Frigga was one of the persons she had admired the most on Asgard, right up there with Sif, Loki, and Odin himself. To know that the woman had so much faith in her swelled her chest with pride.

“I spoke only the truth.” Frigga dropped her hand back to her lap. “And as far as your time back on Vanaheim goes, I’m sure my son will find every excuse to come see you.”

“Ah, yes.” Sigrid reached for her cup of tea. “I’m sure you’ll have to ask Heimdall to limit his use of the Bifrost.”

“My dear, I’m afraid not even the all-seeing Heimdall can keep Loki away from you.” The queen stopped to wipe the side of her mouth with a fresh napkin. “Even as children you two refused to be separated. Anyone trying to keep him on Asgard would be hard-pressed.”

Sigrid leaned forward in her chair. There was something she had been meaning to ask of Loki last night before they had gotten distracted. She planned to bring it up later that day on their outing, but she supposed running it by his mother could not hurt. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to—”

A knock on the door interrupted her. She turned, cup still in hand, to see a guard enter with his head bowed. He only looked up when Frigga addressed him. “Speak, child.”

“Pleasant morning, your majesty, your highness. I’m terribly sorry to interrupt.” He paused to look at Frigga, who waved him off, so he continued. “There’s someone here to see the princess.”

“Is it my father?” she questioned, albeit a bit puzzled. Her father had stated he would not be seeing her for a while, but who else would come to see her? “Is he here?”

“No,” said the guard, whose name she knew to be Magne. “It is not your father.”

“Well, who is it?” Frigga interjected, not in a rude manner. “Do spare us the anticipation.”

“Tis a fellow from Vanaheim, your Majesty,” answered Magne. “He says his name is Leif Erlingson.”

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There was a piece of paper waiting on Loki’s pillow when he awoke late that morning. It was addressed to him in Sigrid’s curly script, so he snatched it up and read the words she had written.

Lokes,

Could not bring myself to wake you from your sleep. I’m going ahead to breakfast with your mother, and I shall come fetch you after. It’s a wonderful day out, and I’ve asked Erik to ready the horses for riding.

Yours,

Sig

Loki squinted into the sunlight. It was hitting him directly in the eye. Usually when he awoke on mornings it lay at the foot of his bed. The height of the sun coupled with Sigrid’s note made him understand that he had overslept. Not wanting to keep her wanting any longer, he used his magic to clean himself and change his clothes. There would be time for a proper bath later.

He was halfway down the hall when a voice called out to him. “Loki.”

“Mother,” he greeted her approaching form. “Pleasant morning.”

“Pleasant morning, my son.” As she reached up to caress his cheek, Loki noticed that her usual smile did not reach her eyes. “How are you? Did you sleep well?”

“Very, although a bit later than usual. Is Sigrid still in your room? We’re going riding today.” Frigga’s face slid into what Loki and Thor had dubbed her ‘queen face’. Whenever there was a nobleman at court she did not particularly like or an event she was not thrilled about, their mother would pull out the placid, pleasant expression to get her through the ordeal. It was a far cry from her usual countenance, and right now it let Loki know that something was amiss. “Mother, is something the matter?”

Frigga gathered both his hands in hers. “Son, before I tell you this, I need your word that you will not go and act a fool.” Loki felt his heartbeat quicken.

“Is it Sigrid? Has she been hurt?”

“Sigrid is fine. An old friend came to Asgard to see her today.” His mother paused to gauge his reaction. “Leif Erlingson.”

Loki’s intake of breath was sharp. Frigga bit her lip, eyes holding just a bit of worry. Seeing this, he let out the air through his nostrils. “I see. Where are they, perchance?”

“Loki…”. His hands went up in surrender.

“You asked me not to act a fool and I shan’t. Sigrid’s father made mention of him in his letter and she told me he was just a friend. That’s all. Nothing to worry about.” By the end of his speech, Loki was not sure whom he was trying to reassure. He just knew that there was a sinking feeling in his gut that would not abate anytime soon. “Where are they?”

His mother hesitated. She kept looking at him for any sign that he would somehow upset the man, so he schooled his features as best as he could. He must have done a good job, he thought, since he saw her shoulders settle in defeat. “They’re in the gardens.”

“Thank you.” He made to leave, only to be stopped by a hand on his chest.

“Loki, I am asking you not to cause any trouble. Sigrid is allowed to have friends that are not you, and that you do not also know.”

Loki spread his arms wide, offended. “I would never prevent her from befriending another person. I just want to introduce myself. Show him that good old Asgardian hospitality.” Frigga watched him in disbelief. “Mother, I am not going to cause any trouble. I swear it.”

“If I were not certain that Sigrid would handle you if you did, I would be following you to those gardens myself. Do be pleasant, son.” Loki nodded. His mother gave him one last, indecisive look, then turned on her heel.

As soon as she left, Loki hightailed it to the gardens. He told himself it was because he had kept Sigrid waiting. That he wanted to apologize for oversleeping on the day they were supposed to spend together. Still, as the well-kept folly and foliage came into view, he could not help the feeling of dread that rose in his stomach.

He was made aware of voices—one Sigrid’s, the other husky and unfamiliar—which he followed to a clearing surrounded by flowered bushes. His eyes were drawn at once to the girl huddled at one edge of the marble bench. Thought he noticed the awkwardness in her position, she was indeed having a full conversation with the man opposite her. She was so engrossed, it seemed, that she did not even notice him standing at the entrance to the clearing.

“Go interrupt them!” The hiss startled Loki out of his wits. He craned his head towards the voice to see a pinched face waving him over. Ingrid was behind the bushes, slight figure preventing her from being seen. Loki was surprised he had not seen her himself what with the bright red of her hair. It was very hard to take him by surprise. He must have been too focused on Sigrid to notice.

“Child, what are you doing here?” He, too, crouched down next to her. From there he could see that she had an unobscured view of her unsuspecting victims. By the looks of the grass stains on her dress, it looked like she had been there for a while. “Are you spying on the princess?”

“Of course, I am,” replied Ingrid. “Someone has to make sure that man keeps his hands to himself. I thought it would be you, but you certainlyaren’t.”

Had anyone who was not his family or friends spoken to him like that, Loki would have had them flogged. It was a good thing he had grown fond of Ingrid over the years. The girl was as unorthodox as they came; smart mouthed, snide and talkative to a fault. Still, she possessed an innocence that he had only before seen in Sigrid, and she had a knack for reducing him to stitches by saying the oddest things.

Sigrid herself liked the girl more than she let on. Complain as she might, Loki had seen the protective nature Ingrid bought out in her. Sigrid never scolded her for mistakes or for being late. She gave her time off to be with her friends and made sure to shield her from the negative comments that others at the palace threw at her over her parentage. Their relationship was less of an employer/ employee and more of a younger/older sister. The girl was important to Sigrid, and that made her important to him.

“The princess would not approve of this,” he murmured.

A sly smile made its way onto the younger girl’s face. “And do you approve, your highness? I ask because you’ve not yet ordered me away.” Loki grinned back. This girl would be the death of some poor, unsuspecting man one day. He would enjoy every minute of it.

“That depends. Has he kept his hands to himself?”

“For the most part. He kissed her hand when she first met him but that was about it.” Ingrid peered through the bushes once again. “Oh, I do wish I could hear what they were saying. Don’t you have some sort of spell that would allow us to listen in from a distance?”

“I don’t cast spells,” Loki told her. “I’m not a wizard.” Ingrid frowned.

“Well, that’s no fun. What can you do?”

Loki scoffed. “More than hiding behind some bushes, that’s for sure.” He shifted around to brush the trimmings off his clothing. They surely would have ruined his outfit had it not been made of the finest Asgardian leather. “Fancy a stroll?”

“Umm…” Ingrid looked from his offered arm, to Sigrid, then back. “I should not. The princess is kind, but she may very well box my ears should she-”

“Brother!” The boom of Thor’s voice pulled a curse from between his lips. “Whatever are you doing behind that bush?”

“Well, this has been fun,” Ingrid chattered out. Her eyes were focused on Thor’s approaching form. “I shall take my leave now, your highness.”

Loki stared at the girl with wide eyes. Was this little minx really going to leave him to face this alone? “You’re leaving? This was your plan!”

“Yes, and now your brother has all but ruined it. You’ll let me know how it goes, yeah? Good luck!” She took off around the bushes, nimble form allowing her the speed she needed to make a quick getaway. Loki just shook his head in annoyance. Ingrid would wake up with a frog on her pillow the next morning for sure.

“Loki?” He looked up at the voice and met a familiar pair of eyes.

“Sig! Hello!”

“You’re awake. How did you sleep?” She moved over to his side, away from the man next to her. No trace of irritation laced her voice or demeanor towards him. Sigrid was genuinely glad to see him appear. He also noticed that the flower he had left her was secured on one side of her head.

“I slept well, and I got your note. That’s why I came looking for you.” He did not feel it necessary to mention his run in with his mother.

“Oh,” Sigrid tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Right.” She gestured to the man who now stood across from her. “Loki, this is Leif. He’s the old friend I told you about from back home.”

The entire time he had been standing there, Loki was aware that Leif was next to her. He just could not bring himself to meet the man’s eyes. Now that he was forced to, he surveyed him from head toe.

Leif was a striking man, though not the type to pique his own interest. He was almost as tall as Loki himself, with curling sandy hair cut in a style like Fandral’s. His shoulders were broader than Loki’s, back as well, muscles erring on the side of Thor’s. There was a pleasant expression on his square face as he eyed Loki. “Pleasure to meet you, your highness. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Likewise.” Loki shook his firm hand. “Although, I’m afraid I was only made aware of your existence last night.”

“Is that so?” He quirked a brow at Sigrid. “I would assume our last encounter warranted at least a mention. Or have you forgotten so easily?” Loki did not appreciate the teasing tone he took on, nor did he fancy the intimation of his words. He was even less satisfied when he looked at Sigrid for clarification to find her cheeks pink with blush. Loki blinked owlishly at her. She had made him believe this man was akin to a childhood playmate and nothing more. Why, then, was she so embarrassed?

“I- That was-”. She was saved from giving an answer by Thor, who had caught up to them. Relief washed over her face when she saw the older man. “Oh, Thor is here. Thor!”

“Sigrid, brother. Hello!” He nodded to both before stopping short at Leif. “I do not know this man. Who are you?” His tone was not rude, rather that of someone ready to make a new friend.

“This is Lake, a visitor from Vanaheim.” Loki introduced. He could not resist the purposeful screwing up of the man’s name. The way he implied that there had been a dalliance between him and his Sigrid, followed by her subsequent flustered reaction, grated his nerves more than he expected it too.

“Leif,” the man corrected, not missing a beat. “My name is Leif Earlingson.”

His brother held out one meaty hand. “Thor Odinson.”

Leif flashed his teeth. “I know who you are, Mighty Thor. I’ve heard many tales about you back home. Is is true you knocked the head off a Muspelheim giant with just one swing of your hammer? That was quite a bold move!”

Thor’s head rocked back with a laugh, and that was how Loki knew he had found that new friend. “‘Twas just a piece of his brow. I could have taken his entire head, mind you, had my father not warned me against murder.”

“Loki?” Sigrid’s fingers found his hand, burrowing their way into his clenched fist. He relaxed his hand to permit them entrance. “Do you mind if we take a rain check on today? I don’t feel right leaving Leif alone. He’s travelled from so far and he knows only me.”

“Seems like he’s making out alright.” He gestured to Leif, who was still in conversation with Thor. They were on the topic of beheading now, lost to the world around them. “What is he even doing here? Your father never said he was sending anyone.”

Sigrid gave a slow shrug. “There must have been a miscommunication. Maybe he thought I would not mind? I-” She puffed her cheeks out then blew out the air. “I don’t know. All I know is he’s here and I don’t want to be discourteous.”

“We were supposed to go riding.” Loki was aware he sounded like a petulant child. Sigrid had many male friends that were not him whom she went on outings with all the same. He knew for a fact that she and Fandral went riding when he was on missions, and Thor would take her into town with him to get sweets from that shop they liked. So why did this one, insignificant man bother him so?

“I know, I’m sorry.” Her fingers squeezed his hand. “Just let me spend the day with Leif and when he leaves tomorrow, I’m all yours again. Okay?” She gave him her most adorable smile, the one that made the corners of her eyes crinkle and outlined the dimple in her left cheek. Loki felt his heart melt immediately.

“Okay.” He returned her squeeze with one of his own to let her know he was not angry. It was one day. Loki refused to be upset about her spending one day with an old friend, who would be gone by the time he arose the next morning.

“Thank you.” She turned to the two other men, fingers still grasping his hand, and said, “Leif, would you like to see the palace? I can give you a tour before you leave tomorrow.” Loki had never heard sweeter words than the last three of her sentence.

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” Thor asked. No. No. No. “So soon? Won’t you stay for the festival? It’s only tomorrow.” Oh f-

“Festival?” Leif’s face lit up. “What festival?”

“Star gazing. It occurs every decade or so when the constellations line up perfectly,” supplied Thor. “This was to be Sigrid’s first one. Did she not tell you?” All eyes went to Sigrid.

“I would think Leif has more important things to return to,” she answered. “Father did not even tell me you were arriving today, much less how long you were staying, and-”

“And I’m taking her,” Loki interposed. He sensed Sigrid was about to being talking in circles, so he provided some aid. Plus he wanted Leif to know that the festival was his and Sigrid’s thing, and his imposition was not welcome.

“Nonsense, we can all go!” Thor placed his hands on his hips. Never had Loki wanted to stab him more. “You can join us and our friends. What say you, Sir Leif?” Loki’s free hand itched to conjure a knife.

Instead of replying, Leif looked to Sigrid. “I will go if the princess will have me.” Loki wondered what the ramifications would be if he stabbed Leif too. Maybe he could say it was an accident? No, father, I did not stab him on purpose. I was merely holding my knife and he walked into it. Repeatedly.

“I…” Sigrid looked to him for help, and he just gave her a half smile. He already knew what her answer was going to be. She just wanted to ensure he would not be put off. “Yes. Sure. That sounds lovely.”

“Great!” He reached out to take ahold of Sigrid’s hand, pulling her away from Loki and breaking their hold. Loki just managed to refrain from tightening his grip and beginning a game of ‘Tug of Sigrid’. “Now, should we go riding after the tour? I’ve heard about this lake and...”

Yes, Loki thought as he watched their retreating forms. My brother is definitely getting stabbed today.

Chapter 5

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capricioussun · 3 years ago

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@nanogrem Yes! Yes I do!! I even mentioned it yesterday and forgot again! Ough

Anyways, let me tidy up the notes I have

Before I get into it, I must add a disclaimer: a large part of the reason I haven’t drawn much for it yet is because I’m still a little hesitant to solidly decide on locations, characterizations, and color palettes, so all of this may be subject to heavy alterations the more I flesh it out! The palette struggle is mostly because I’m torn between only really changing the red and black to white and blue vs just straight up inverting everything. I think that might be cool, but I think it could also run into the issue of becoming really heavily eye strain-y, so as it stands now, just the primary symbolic colors are inverted, while most everything else remains close to the same!

So. It was actually all inspired by the song Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish, of all things. That came on my shuffle as I was walking, and I have a tendency to associate Billie Eilish music with Fells in general, Edge especially, because her music portrays a lot of emotionality in such a cold and quiet way, usually, and has sort of like…an air of tragedy about it that just. Works, to me. But in these specific circumstances, that song doesn’t really fit given Underfell’s colors are predominantly red- but that was where the lights flicked on.

I got this stark imagery of an Underfell Papyrus but with an inverse color palette. Complete with crisp bright blue eyes. Invertedfell. It’s not swapped, everything is inverted.

The Ruins are actually a well maintained place, probably just called something like ‘Old Home’, it’s relatively quiet and calm, the monsters there retreated from the world outside and are mostly just timid and exhausted. Toriel is...cold. Distant. The very definition of thousand yard stare. It feels like she’s looking through you. She wouldn’t help a player through, actively telling them they won’t survive long down here, but when they inevitably make it to her house, she reluctantly lets them in to rest. Still does fight you to get you to stop, go back, or at least stay with her, feeling...a lot of responsibility for not just the children, but the current state of the underground.

Snowdin, a bustling town, probably twice the size of standard Snowdins, lots of people, very dangerous. The dogs are put together, fierce guards, hardly animalistic at all, and they reflect the Guard Captain who resides there. Papyrus is cold, quiet, and scarily calm. It seems like nothing upsets him. Rumor has it he doesn’t experience emotions. Or that, perhaps, his brother experiences enough for the both of them. Sans is a bit unhinged. Intense would be a good word to describe him. Can, and will, pick fights, and he doesn’t tolerate people talking shit about his brother. Has several nervous tics. Always smiling.

Waterfall is basically just a military training grounds. Most of the shops and their residents only survive thanks to passers through, it’s dark, dingy, and above all, strict. Lieutenant Undyne is a miserable monster. After Papyrus defeated her for the position of Captain of the Guard, she became a bit of a recluse. She’s still second in command, but doesn’t leave her house for anything that isn’t work, for the most part. Mute.

Hotland is essentially the testing grounds of the Royal scientist. Both residents and guards alike must be wary, things are always changing, posing threats, but it has a successful drug market since it *is so difficult to navigate. Difficult to catch criminals, too. Alphys is an angry, bitter scientist. One of the few people who will openly argue with Asgore, is self interested, and doesn’t have a lot of patience. Mettaton is mostly her social experiment (she does not take pride in what she’s done to him). He has trauma induced psychosis that is purposefully exploited for “entertainment”.

New Home is next to abandoned. Run down, dirty, mostly people who can’t afford to live somewhere squat there. The castle is still in relatively good condition though. This is of no doing by the King. He’s as unstable, incredibly paranoid. Violent and angry, very difficult to deal with, and “hates” just about everyone.

The important part is that, at their core, they are still all very much the same characters, just inverted. Not swapped with anyone, but their own traits are basically turned inside out more or less.

Some extra stuff specifically about the brothers!

Sans is. Essentially a loose cannon. Basically? He “snapped”, and became so fed up with everything he stopped trying to hide his hand. People know how dangerous he is, and not just because he’s the Judge. His anxiety basically became volatile hostility, and his paranoia gave him permission to act. He will do anything to protect them, and doesn’t make a secret of that. Though he is still generally miserable. They look out for each other, but when they’re alone, rarely interact.

Papyrus. He’s not cruel, not really. He just. Lacks emotionality, basically. He has his priorities, his objectives, a job to do, and a reason. Gaster made them to break the barrier, and if the best he can do is obtain a human soul for it, then that’s what he’ll do. But in the meantime, he’ll keep them alive, and the best way to do that is status. Still secretive, of course, but is a little more straightforward about his strength as well, helps keeping things in line. He can express mildly, but I mean mildly. It’s rare to see anything beyond vaguely irritated, and his “happy” is basically a barely there smile that looks more learned than natural. He’s like a robot, almost, and no one trusts him, not even Undyne. Sans is too fucked to care about trust. If Papyrus randomly killed him one day, it would just be something that happened. He doesn’t care anymore. But that doesn’t impact his motivation. Papyrus would never lay a hand on his brother.

They’re an odd job and a half, really.

But yeah!! I love thinking about them, and how drastically different all of their relationships are. Ice’s nickname is definitely very fitting, but at his core, he is still Papyrus, just because he doesn’t show his emotions doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them… Flowey and Frisk would also be inverted, so it might be…a little trickier to get a true pacifist ending, but it all balances out, in the end! Also…gotta come up with nickname for everyone…

#because I have The Brainrot; most of what I’ve thought about involves the skeleton brothers; I look forward to working more on it in genera #though!!! I have a bit of Gaster lore; too and he is. hm. yeah.#thank you for asking!!!#Tbh I feel like this concept could go in so many different directions; especially considering others own ideas on what uf is like #and it’s tricky to go *inverted* without leaning *opposites* or swapped ya know? I try really hard to put a lot of thought into any and #all aus; because keeping some level of believability about all the characters and dynamics is really important to me!#no idea how successful I am but I try! lol #nanogrem #Undertale #invertedfell #sun spots

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shardclan · 7 years ago

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Clan Aphaster’s dragons were still awake late into the night recently. Many were at the peaks of House Betelgeuse, looking down into the valley from the lofty heights. Others were sitting atop hills near the site. There was an expectancy in the air. House Betelgeuse had happened suddenly, but through Metafalica, House Perihelion had turned into a community effort. So they waited each night in a hush, straining their eyes and ears and magical senses for evidence of the magics that would finally see their clan’s residential infrastructure completed.

Azricai too kept these late hours, perched atop a lone pillar of marble just past the wild section of the Summerlands. Here the grasses were short, and the centaur camps plentiful. Moyọ̀ was getting his beauty rest, but Eoria and her sisters were walking the foundation that had been laid. Her eyes weren’t so good that she could see them, but she could feel them out there.

Just as she could feel Arcanus approaching well before he came and sat next to her.

He was in plain clothes, but she didn’t catch the scent of wine or ale on him. His was heart too steady for alcohol to have touched him recently. Whatever he was feeling was smooth and glossy like still water, not yet ready to reveal itself to her. He didn’t look at her, and she kept her eyes steadily looking into the night to not betray her disquiet.

“That feeling is catching these days, it seems.”

“Is it?” he said distractedly.

“Telos came to me recently in a similar mood.” She thought she felt a ripple disturb that veneer of calm. “Where’s Carnelian tonight?”

“This isn’t something I should talk about with him. Though I think he knows already. I think he knew long before I did.”

“He’s the worldly type.”

“He is,” Arcanus agreed with wry but affectionate amusement. He leaned forward, dropping his chin into his hands. “I’m still surprised how much we’ve come to care for each other.”

“Attachment is mysterious.”

Arcanus gave an agreeing hum, and the conversation lapsed. The thinnest sliver of the waning moon hung in the sky, surrounded by stars. The breeze was still warm from the recent Rising of Fire, but the still air had a crispness to it that told of the coming autumn.

“You’ve grown boyish.” She gestured at his back. “You never slouched even on your off time.”

“I would have taken that as an offense only a little while ago. But I feel I’ve become boyish too. It’s brought me closer to others, but I feel it’s also brought foolishness I would have never tolerated in myself before.”

“Foolishness?” She leaned down to look him in the eye with a confused squint. “You have never been foolish a day in your life.”

Arcanus turned his face to her, and Azricai felt the stillness around his heart recede like the tide. Warmth flushed through her and she filled with rosiness she scarcely had the room for, until it left her in a wave of girlish, bubbling laughter. When it passed, she wiped her eyes and looked at him again. His eyes were innocent and embarrassed. She had never seen such a large man look so like a small boy.

“Your first love,” she said with motherly warmth that rapidly dissipated when she saw the way he grimaced. “It upsets you?”

Unease swept over Azricai like a shadow, and intensified until her antennae felt like twin pinpoints of shame and guilt. She swallowed the nausea caused by the intense shift in his emotions, but before it had even fully passed, she heard his grind out the truth between his clenched teeth.

“It’s Telos.”

“That...” She fumbled, still reeling to achieve equilibrium while sitting so close to him. Those two words had transformed his stillness into a storm and it was only growing more intense. “That is foolish,” she finally admitted. “Have you acted on your feelings?”

“I would die first,” he said grimly.

“Then from where does this overwhelming feeling of self-contempt come?”

“It comes from everything, Azricai. I’ve developed feelings for my charge who is my previous charge’s grieving widow still completely in love with her exalted husband.”

He turned away, but not soon enough to hide his frayed state. “There is no room for me in her; I don’t want there to be room for me in her.” She could not see his face, but she could feel how deeply this tore at him and hear it in the almost panicked rawness of his voice. “To find myself feeling otherwise is not only asinine, but it is a betrayal of Fragment and my own purpose. And Telos most of all.”

Azricai let him regather himself. It would have been easy to say they were only feelings, that no blame could be on him so long as he kept them inside himself. But he took his guardianhood and his charge seriously. There was no world where she could convince him his feelings weren’t inherently sinful. Yet she felt frustrated with this reality.

“You are a loyal and honorable guardian,” she insisted. “That you have taken this as so serious an offense proves that. You don’t deserve to be punished–to be punishing yourself–so harshly for mere feelings.”

“I love her–” The words made him tremble, and he had to clench his eyes shut to push forward. “Her resolution in the face of pain, her refusal to yield, her loyalty to the clan, her ability to understand when she’s in over her head and to choose to become stronger by every means available to her. They’re all things I love about her. Things that only exist because of all the tragedy that befell us and how she rose to it. That only exists because she lost her husband and her children. How could I dare?”

“Shade take your decorum,” she hissed. “We don’t get to choose. A good and strong guardian who can’t back down, that is what attracts you. You disliked her when you met!”

“I disliked her because that scheming water seer was playing games with us and she was a rogue element in the situation who looked suspiciously similar to the Radiant.”

“My point,” she said sternly. “Is that you would never have loved Telos the Xannite Alchemist. She didn’t yet have the indomitable spirit that endears her to you. You didn’t ‘dare’, you had no schemes, you had no feelings for her at all until she fit your definition of admirable, and that she did so and stirred your heart is no more your fault than it is hers.”

“And clearly I’ve fantastic taste to be stirred by someone I watched become a widow. Whose grief I see closer and more frequently than anyone.” He clasped his hands over his eyes and laughed miserably. “I could talk myself out of this if I could just believe that I’m the kind of sleazy individual who falls in love with a woman’s sadness and imagines himself the hero knows how to make her happy. But her happy thoughts are exactly what I imagine them to be. Eleven save me, the other day she was laughing at herself for having daydreams of walking in the Summerlands with Fragment and Sliver and all of her children. She didn’t even cry, yet I thought I was going to fly apart.”

“You are beginning to understand why the scion was so susceptible to manipulation without ever meeting Opal,” she said sympathetically. “It’s hard to watch someone you love yearn strongly for someone they can no longer meet.”

“Telos chose this–chose us,” he murmured. “But it’s so clear to me every day that her heart is where they are. She trusts me, yet I cannot purge these feelings, nor can I do what would make her happiest. Something will have to give somewhere, someday. And I fear that when it does I will fail her.”

Distant song drifted up from the riverbend, high and delicate and intertwining with Eoria’s much lower, sturdier voice. Arcanus kept his face hidden, letting the cool air steal the heat from his cheeks. He wiped quickly and discretely at his eyes, and sniffed in what he probably thought was a casual manner. It didn’t do him very much good. The eyes he looked back to the moon with were bleary and reddened, and his face was creased with lines that hadn’t been there before.

Azricai rubbed her thumbs pensively in circles around themselves. His heart was emptied, and that alone would see him in control of himself through a few more eons. She felt for him. He had no delusions of romance, no desire for his feelings to be reciprocated or bear any fruit. Yet they persisted and worried him. It was a hard enough to be a guardian with an unhappy charge without love being a factor. She had never seen him cry--technically she still hadn’t, but he had and it told her far more than his words or even the jumble of things he’d felt as he confessed.

“In an ideal world,” she began. “Where it was possible do so without tragedy, without blasphemy…could you truly watch Telos be happy without you?”

“As opposed to what; her falling into my arms?” he scoffed. “That’s a daydream even I am not foolish enough to fall for. My charge would be happy and I would know peace. That matters much more than any daft feelings I might have about it.”

Noble words. Ones that he truly believed. And so straightforward that she knew immediately that he hadn’t once truly considered that his queen might also be aware that her heart was out among the stars.

She hoped, when the inevitable day came, that he would live those words as easily as he’d said them.

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Sugarland’s Frontwoman Talks New Gay-Inclusive Video

Just before releasing a hotly anticipated new album with Sugarland bandmate Kristian Bush, duo frontwoman Jennifer Nettles summed up her history of progressive politics and queer advocacy and love for chicken with one defiant tweet: “Steals recipe for world’s best chicken sandwich and opens ‘Chic-fi-Gay.’ Serves EVERYBODY deliciousness and is open on Sundays. Wins world,” she wrote on May 15, her unfettered outspokenness still a rare but significant thing in country music.

“Or the spinoff of it: It can start as Chick-fil-Gay and then it could just turn into Chick-fil-Heyyy!, which would be super fun too,” she tells me with a robust guffaw.

Bigger, the band’s first release since their long-established country sound was cranked to arena-rock heights on 2010’s The Incredible Machine, reflects on our emotionally and politically strained modern world (their powerful lament, “Tuesday’s Broken,” addresses America’s gun problem and school shootings) with love, hope, unity and inclusiveness, themes near and dear to Sugarland since the release of their 2002 debut. “These are the days of the underdog, the counted out, the ones you don’t see coming; times of the left-behinds…,” Nettles sings on “Not the Only,” counting herself among us. “Silent voices I’ve never heard, all waiting to say the words, held up and kept inside, but we don’t have to hide.”

Here, Nettles wins the world by phoning to talk about Sugarland’s mission to shine a light on the unseen, being political post-Dixie Chicks, and why it’s important for people (see: homophobes) to not get it twisted: that “Mother” lyric is most definitely referring to a gay couple in love.

Did recent world tragedies and the country’s overall divisiveness have anything to do with you getting back to your Sugarland roots?

Yeah. I had been feeling the urges to get back and do something and see what that would feel like again. At first it seemed to be a matter of the calendar, and then we started writing and then when we looked at this collection and what was coming out of us we realized, “Whoa, we have a lot to say, and this is actually the reason for the timing” – that these messages that we have are, well, no pun intended, bigger than what, initially, this reconvening was going to be. It was very much a bigger message for the world.

I hear myself and my community’s struggles represented in some of these songs, and I feel emboldened by them. To what extent was the queer community on your mind while creating this album?

It was on our minds significantly. You hear those messages poke through within the music: messages of unity and inclusion, and of not only tolerance – sometimes tolerance to me is such a… ack!… it’s not even the right word anymore. We need to move beyond just tolerance. And it even needs to move beyond acceptance. It needs to move into celebration and just outright humanism.

I don’t think any person wants to just be tolerated.

Tolerated, no – I don’t even know where that word came from. It’s clear that whoever started throwing that term around was already coming from a defensive standpoint. So that being said, I think you hear those messages celebrated in songs like “Tuesday’s Broken,” “Mother” and “Not the Only,” and even in songs like “Bigger.” But you hear it much more clearly and outright on “Mother,” where it says, “She’s got a ring to give to you she hopes you’ll give away. She don’t care who you give it to, where they’re from, if they pray like you…”

And “first thing she taught you is love is love.”

Yeah, that love is love, right? So you hear it very distinctly and you hear it in the messages of heartaches in “Tuesday’s Broken.” Even in the second verse you don’t know why the teenage girl is on the bed and why she is possibly considering self-harming because of not feeling love and not feeling celebrated and not feeling a part of her community and being online, dear God help us all. So you hear those messages, for sure, throughout.

And for me, obviously always being a champion of the marginalized, always being a champion of those who are being oppressed – and all of these really horribly divisive tones that we hear now in our culture and in our community that have always been there but we’re hearing them now in a way that is super ugly – when you hear those messages of self-love and of inclusion on this record, absolutely the LGBTQA community was on our minds when we were writing this.

In the lyric video for “Mother,” two gay men are seen holding hands. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a gay couple featured in a major, mainstream country music video. Is that precisely why you chose to include them?

Yes! I mean, not to say like, “Hey! We’re the first ones in country music to feature a gay couple visually!” But to be able to say, “Just so you know, what you hear in this and what you might be assuming is absolutely visually and literally true. Like, if you might be toiling around with the idea of what this might be about, let’s go ahead and show you.”

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It feels bold, but in 2018, I feel like it shouldn’t feel that way.

No, you’re right, it should not feel bold. But the interesting thing is the reason many times it feels bold within the country music community is because everyone talks about the Dixie Chicks syndrome of what we saw all those years ago. I think times are different. I think it is time for people within all of the music community, but especially in the country music community, where we have such a beautifully diverse audience – we are not preaching to the choir here. We are offering messages. We are offering them to hopefully inspire people to be open and think differently for those who may not already.

Did you learn that love is love from your mom?

Absolutely. I have a mother who’s beautifully open and unconditionally loving, not only to myself but to the world and, yeah, she definitely taught me very, very early on.

How have you passed that same sentiment onto your own son?

Magnus is 5, so certain concepts feel abstract in terms of “let me teach you a lesson.” What I do is show him through life. The gay community is a big part of our lives in terms of people. My manager is gay and my personal assistant is gay, and these are people who are family to me. My PA was my roommate all four years of college. You know what I’m saying? It’s a family.

So, it’s in life, it’s just a matter of fact. And if questions arise, as children many times will have, I will be very open and celebratory in that way. But children live what you show them, and if you show them love and if you show them openness, that is what they will enjoy. If you keep them closed off, and you show them hate, that is what they will reflect. So, he reflects my values in that way.

When confronted with backlash from conservative country fans, how do you stay motivated to keep letting your voice be heard in a genre that once sought to quiet artists like, for instance, the Dixie Chicks?

I believe that times are different and social media is an echo chamber. People shout their hate and other people shout hate back. So, I try to be mindful. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to keep people in check. But really, at the end of the day, that’s just noise. The importance is the message that I am putting out there. And if somebody fires back and they don’t like it on social media, who cares. And if people are going to judge someone’s art and someone’s music based on this really new concept of an artist being more personally connected, because now we do have immediate access through social media between fans and artist, then you know, don’t listen to the music, don’t buy it. To each his own. (Laughs)

There used to be a direct connection between the two that you couldn’t say too much because people wouldn’t buy your music and record labels would worry, but that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.

No, I don’t think it can be because, especially now – again in the age of social media where you have a direct outlet to the world, not just to your fan base but to the world – I don’t think that dynamic exists anymore. The publicists and labels can’t worry about that in the same way because it’s like, look, you’re going to be who you are.

Especially once you’ve opened the floodgates. And you’ve opened the floodgates.

Yes, yes. (Laughs)

But some artists choose not to use their platform for political reasons. For instance, your collaborator on “Babe,” Taylor Swift, isn’t known for making political statements and she gets a lot of flak for that.

Really?

Yeah, she isn’t as politically outspoken as you, for example. Do you think artists have a responsibility to use their platform to speak out on matters of concern?

I think human beings have a responsibility. I definitely feel a calling within myself to speak my truth. I’m very outspoken in my own personal life as well so it bears to reason that I would be that authentic in my public life. Some people aren’t very outspoken, even in their private lives.

Have you prepared for the country conservatives who may have an issue with you broaching gun policy on “Tuesday’s Broken”?

Yes, but I feel really confident, Chris, in the sense that, look, what happens is everyone on the far margins scream and are terribly afraid that suddenly each of their rights are going to be completely obliterated by comprising at all. If you give anyone an inch, they’re gonna take a mile and pull you to the opposite pole – I don’t believe that. I believe that sensible gun control is possible. I believe we are in a challenging time right now with lobbyists and the NRA and different money powers, and I believe the waters are convoluted. I believe there needs to be tort reform within our congress and within the ways we vote on all of these issues.

Those are huge, broad issues, but at the end of the day, I believe it’s absolutely possible for us to do anything we want to. We can change the rules, we can remake the rules. We wrote ’em the first time. It’s possible to fix this. It’s possible to look at gun laws, it’s possible to look at mental health, and it’s possible to look at all of these pieces. We just have to be willing to do it and to elect the people who are going to do it.

Have you thought about how this album could bridge gaps between people who think like you and your conservative fanbase?

Look, art has many purposes. Sometimes it’s to entertain, sometimes it’s to inspire and sometimes it is even to provoke, and all of those are valid. What I hope we are able to do in Sugarland and in all of my music is to be able to inspire dialogue and to invite conversation. Rather than pressing the buttons, I want to sit in a corner, point a subversive finger and say, “What do you think about this over here? How could we make it better?”

To ask you a lighter question that’s tour related: Do you have a favorite Christian Siriano dress that you can’t wait to wear?

(Excitedly) Mmmm! There are several pieces I cannot wait to wear! I mean, he really did his thing on this, and we had such fun in this collaboration just because it already had a theme to it. So, he was able to then just take that and really have fun with it because the theme for the tour, visually and aesthetically, is this beautifully, other-world vintage circus-y look, so we had a lot of fun doing research for that.

How will the healing vibes of the album translate to the stage?

We try to make it feel transportive so when you leave you feel like you have been offered an escape and some asylum and some refugee, and that you leave feeling seen.

Sugarland is known for sneaking cover songs into the shows. Have you considered any cover songs that may fit the healing vibes of the album?

The fun part about the live shows is that over the course of the tour they will continue to evolve. We’ve got some cover choices and a remix situation that’s super, super funky and fun, and we also have a sort of an all-skate that we like to do at the end with all of our openers to come on and join us, and that’s usually a big, fun party.

I am sure that within that we will be able to figure out messages of unity; the potential is ripe for all of those messages. (Laughs) Right now, we’re leaning toward the fun party side, but that’s not to say that isn’t about unity too.

What do you hope your queer fans take away from this album?

I would harken back to our conversation regarding the tour: to feel seen. I think it’s such an interesting time where we are supposedly more technologically, in terms of ideas, connected than ever. But at the same time – the last song on the album, “Not the Only,” especially speaks to this – a lot of us still feel very alone and very unseen, and I hope that within the queer community, within the gay community, the trans community – the LGBTQA! All the letters! I hope that everyone feels seen, and let’s say again: celebrated.

source https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/07/26/sugarlands-frontwoman-talks-new-gay-inclusive-video/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazin.blogspot.com/2018/07/sugarlands-frontwoman-talks-new-gay.html

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Sugarland’s Frontwoman Talks New Gay-Inclusive Video

“Or the spinoff of it: It can start as Chick-fil-Gay and then it could just turn into Chick-fil-Heyyy!, which would be super fun too,” she tells me with a robust guffaw.

Did recent world tragedies and the country’s overall divisiveness have anything to do with you getting back to your Sugarland roots?

I hear myself and my community’s struggles represented in some of these songs, and I feel emboldened by them. To what extent was the queer community on your mind while creating this album?

I don’t think any person wants to just be tolerated.

And “first thing she taught you is love is love.”

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It feels bold, but in 2018, I feel like it shouldn’t feel that way.

Did you learn that love is love from your mom?

Absolutely. I have a mother who’s beautifully open and unconditionally loving, not only to myself but to the world and, yeah, she definitely taught me very, very early on.

How have you passed that same sentiment onto your own son?

Especially once you’ve opened the floodgates. And you’ve opened the floodgates.

Yes, yes. (Laughs)

Really?

Yeah, she isn’t as politically outspoken as you, for example. Do you think artists have a responsibility to use their platform to speak out on matters of concern?

Have you prepared for the country conservatives who may have an issue with you broaching gun policy on “Tuesday’s Broken”?

Have you thought about how this album could bridge gaps between people who think like you and your conservative fanbase?

To ask you a lighter question that’s tour related: Do you have a favorite Christian Siriano dress that you can’t wait to wear?

How will the healing vibes of the album translate to the stage?

We try to make it feel transportive so when you leave you feel like you have been offered an escape and some asylum and some refugee, and that you leave feeling seen.

Sugarland is known for sneaking cover songs into the shows. Have you considered any cover songs that may fit the healing vibes of the album?

What do you hope your queer fans take away from this album?

from Hotspots! Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/07/26/sugarlands-frontwoman-talks-new-gay-inclusive-video/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.tumblr.com/post/176301585895

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hotspotsmagazine · 6 years ago

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Sugarland’s Frontwoman Talks New Gay-Inclusive Video

“Or the spinoff of it: It can start as Chick-fil-Gay and then it could just turn into Chick-fil-Heyyy!, which would be super fun too,” she tells me with a robust guffaw.

Did recent world tragedies and the country’s overall divisiveness have anything to do with you getting back to your Sugarland roots?

I hear myself and my community’s struggles represented in some of these songs, and I feel emboldened by them. To what extent was the queer community on your mind while creating this album?

I don’t think any person wants to just be tolerated.

And “first thing she taught you is love is love.”

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It feels bold, but in 2018, I feel like it shouldn’t feel that way.

Did you learn that love is love from your mom?

Absolutely. I have a mother who’s beautifully open and unconditionally loving, not only to myself but to the world and, yeah, she definitely taught me very, very early on.

How have you passed that same sentiment onto your own son?

Especially once you’ve opened the floodgates. And you’ve opened the floodgates.

Yes, yes. (Laughs)

Really?

Yeah, she isn’t as politically outspoken as you, for example. Do you think artists have a responsibility to use their platform to speak out on matters of concern?

Have you prepared for the country conservatives who may have an issue with you broaching gun policy on “Tuesday’s Broken”?

Have you thought about how this album could bridge gaps between people who think like you and your conservative fanbase?

To ask you a lighter question that’s tour related: Do you have a favorite Christian Siriano dress that you can’t wait to wear?

How will the healing vibes of the album translate to the stage?

We try to make it feel transportive so when you leave you feel like you have been offered an escape and some asylum and some refugee, and that you leave feeling seen.

Sugarland is known for sneaking cover songs into the shows. Have you considered any cover songs that may fit the healing vibes of the album?

What do you hope your queer fans take away from this album?

from Hotspots! Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2018/07/26/sugarlands-frontwoman-talks-new-gay-inclusive-video/

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republicstandard · 7 years ago

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Northern Ireland Is Ripe For Invasion: Police, Media, Politicians Bow To Islam

Considering the bloody history of Northern Ireland when it comes to sectarian violence, one might understand the reticence there to recognize the threat of Islam. On the other hand, given the bloody history of Catholic versus Protestant, one might expect a greater understanding of what turf wars between religious rivals can look like.

It appears that we must again recognize the power of the Cathedral; what the neoractionaries call the sometimes-self-aware social construct of media, education, and government. The narrative that runs through all aspects of this profane artifice is one of tolerance above all else- shattering the wisdom of Karl Popper and setting the stage for destruction.

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Unlimited tolerance must lead to the disappearance of tolerance. If we extend unlimited tolerance even to those who are intolerant, if we are not prepared to defend a tolerant society against the onslaught of the intolerant, then the tolerant will be destroyed, and tolerance with them. ~ Karl Popper

There is a small pan-Christian identitarian group in Northern Ireland which has adopted the moniker Generation Sparta. One might have imagined a slightly more Celtic influenced name, but in any case, the group is counter-jihad in orientation and have taken it upon themselves to alert their countrymen to the threat posed by Islam to the West. What I am about to describe mirrors almost perfectly both my own experience as a young man growing up in an almost entirely White town in Yorkshire and also that of the YouTuber Millenial Woes in his own White Scottish village.

People in virtual ethnostate conditions have no idea how good they have it. They may look at a pamphlet that bears uncomfortable news and uncritically reject it. We are all, I am sure, guilty of this at some point. We have only people like ourselves to contend with, which becomes boring. Mundane. We might fantasise about the exotic East, or the cosmopolitan cities; far away from the backwards looking troglodytes we are spawned from and fear to become. Islam itself becomes exciting, culturally enriching, and a colorful counter to the dour gloom of the slate-gray Ulster skies.

I will wager good money that I know of someone who feels today as we once felt. So begins the story of Northern Ireland resident 'Meg'.

This insane and terrifying pamphlet was posted through my door yesterday wtf pic.twitter.com/vHWJadJej5

— Meg Brad (@MegMog95) April 3, 2018

Yes indeed, this looks like a scary leaflet to receive if one does not have the prerequisite education -or rather, if one has the requisite indoctrination- to understand the reality of it. It is easy to dismiss as insane and terrifying that which we do not understand. To assist Meg in understanding this matter, let us look at the claims made by Generation Sparta.

CLAIM: Will Britons be a minority in the United Kingdom in 2066?

Yes; at least according to Professor of Demography at Oxford, Peter Coleman and the Migration Observatory.

“On current trends, European populations will become more ethnically diverse, with the possibility that today’s majority ethnic groups will no longer comprise a numerical majority.”

This study does refer specifically to the White British, which as we have written about before are a distinct ethnic group; with a distinct culture and set of values. Generation Sparta are correct in saying that British people were not balloted on immigration- frequently they voted for parties that promised to curb immigration and were ignored. Though I have asked many times myself for a reason why Britain will not become a country where the indigenous population is a minority, I have never received a reasoned answer. Without fail, the question is dismissed as implausible. Without fail, this question is treated as evidence of racism.

The police came round, impressively speedy response from @PoliceServiceNI. They took the pamphlet with them and are gonna investigate

— Meg Brad (@MegMog95) April 4, 2018

Until sufficient evidence is produced that disproves the projections of demographic replacement, we must -if we claim to be living in a somewhat evidence-based shared reality- recognize that replacement migration is real. Generation Sparta are entirely correct to make the claim in their leaflet. We know that the UN itself desires this process.

CLAIM: Nothing is done following terrorist attacks in England.

Can any deny that this is true? The bombing of a pop-concert in Manchester is quickly replaced in the narrative by the tragedy of Grenfell; dealing with terrorism is hard. Blaming Britain for poor constructions that incinerate illegal immigrants is easy. We have seen no steps taken in the United Kingdom to even contend with the difficult questions around Islam as a philosophy. We cannot discuss it, not even in the House of Lords.

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We must agree again that Generation Sparta are correct- in so far as nothing positive is done- we see our civil liberties eroded a little more after every Peace-Stabbing or Peace-Bomb.

With emotive language, Generation Sparta lay the blame for this dire future at the feet of their own politicians. Note that well- there is no mention of violence, or hate towards Muslims- or anyone else. The political elites are whom Generation Sparta blame for the enrichment of Ireland; and if the responses to Meg's original tweet are to go by from Alliance Party members, we must again agree with the pamphlet.

I'd definitely pass that to the police. Goes way beyond opinion to incitement. The fact that it's deranged notwithstanding 🙄

— Naomi Long MLA (@naomi_long) April 3, 2018

I know! And there are a significant amount of Muslim people in this area, I'd hate for them to feel unwelcome because of a few hateful people

— Meg Brad (@MegMog95) April 4, 2018

Alliance's policies also indicate a fatal misunderstanding of human population dynamics; buying in entirely to Lockean blank slate ideas, that all humans are fundamentally interchangeable.

Is the cry of RACIST! unfamiliar? As the Journal reports:

South Belfast DUP MP Emma Little Pengelly and MLA Christopher Stalford have condemned the distribution of the leaflets.

“These leaflets, distributed by an unknown and anonymous group, do not speak for the people who live in that area or the vast majority of people across Northern Ireland,” they said.

“We have seen attempts before to incite racism within Northern Ireland and thankfully they have failed on every occasion.

It is absolutely wrong and dangerous to try and stir up racist sentiment by conflating an entire religion with the vile, violent acts of terrorists, who are just masquerading under the cover of religion."

Once again we are treated to the gloriously myopic bleatings from cuckold politicians who claim to know the minds of religious fundamentalists better than the religious fundamentalists themselves. This, from a hardcore Protestant Unionist party who have campaigned in the past to "save Ulster from sodomy" and advocated for creationism in schools. Let us not pretend that this party is one of tolerance and such fancies- but even the DUP cannot bring itself to say; No- we do not want an Islamic Northern Ireland. Strange then, that over a year ago the atheist community in Northern Ireland submitted a letter to the Home Secretary "raising serious concerns about the UK Government’s ‘independent review’ into Sharia courts in Britain."

Strange that in Northern Ireland the godless will go where the God-fearing fear to tread.

CLAIM: The media tar opponents of multiculturalism as racist

Of course! It's racist to point it out. As predicted in their own pamphlet, Generation Sparta are accurate again. Now, one might say- well, of course, the press will say this pamphlet is racist because it is racist! The counter is simple- there is nothing racist in the pamphlet unless we are to believe that Islam is a race- and therefore immune from critique. This is a fundamental point of contention. If you cannot criticize ideas because it is racist to criticize those ideas, you are living under tyranny. You are living under laws that persecute blasphemy.

I will say that it is wrong to use the image of Fusilier Lee Rigby in this manner. There is no need to politicize his death further- he shall not be forgotten, but sympathy must be shown to his family; who have repeatedly requested that his image is not used by activists. That should be respected- and Generation Sparta should know better. This being said, the words accompanying his image are also accurate- these are the sites of terrorist attacks in England. Far more than 1500 English girls have been raped by predominantly Pakistani men. These facts are not in dispute, surely.

You have seen the pamphlet and read the criticism in the press, but I want to show you the depths to which our media outlets will sink in search of a bias-confirming story. Here are the tweets from the press, begging for a comment from the girl who received the pamphlet.

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Hi Meg, I'm from the @IrishTimes - would it be ok for us to use your pics of the leaflet as part of our coverage?

— David Cochrane (@davidcochrane) April 5, 2018

Can you follow for a DM?

— Arthur Strain (@Fronkenstrain) April 4, 2018

Meg, I'm a reporter with https://t.co/aSXrpCFHE9. Would you mind if we were to share this image with full cred to you?

— Kate Demolder (@katedemolder) April 5, 2018

Hi Meg, my name is Michael and I work for the @BelTel - would it be OK to use these images of the leaflet?

— MichaelSheilsMcnamee (@MichaelOnassis) April 5, 2018

In lockstep, these so-called journalists role out the same talking points with the same downstream thinking. We only ever look at the effect, and never the cause. We may even find out that indeed Generation Sparta are racists or such, but that information will never come from the spineless British press. I have reached out to Generation Sparta myself to obtain a comment, and will update this article should i receive one.

And so we see how a crime is manufactured from the truth.

Chief Inspector David Moore of the Police Service of Northern Ireland said:

"We are treating this as a hate incident at present and we are making a number of enquiries.

"The PSNI continues to make it clear that hate crime, in any form, is unacceptable."

That a pamphlet of relatively uncontroversial statements reveals that Ireland, which spent much of the last century witnessing extreme sectarian violence, can now no longer bear criticism of Islam is truly saddening. It is a hate crime, after all, to say “This is Ireland. This land is of the Irish.” Isn’t that what we were looking for, all those troubled years? Are we so deluded that we ignore that the most likely thing to unite a people is a common foe? I am willing to bet that if this group is bringing Protestants and Catholics together, there might actually be something to be learned; if not from the beliefs of Generation Sparta per se, but surely from how sectarian lines may be bridged.

I suppose as she reported the pamphlets to the police, we should leave the last word to Meg herself. Remember; the pamphlet warns against rape gangs. It is, you might say, an anti-rape leaflet.

If you talk to any woman about rape or sexual assault, the chances are that they will have a story about a time they were raped or almost raped or in fear of being raped. I don't think men realise that.

— Meg Brad (@MegMog95) March 28, 2018

May I suggest that the men of Generation Sparta realize that very well?

It is very easy to just be accepting of everything. To imagine that nothing really matters, and history was backward, dirty. Racist. Homophobic. This way of thinking leads us to value nothing, to preserve nothing of ourselves. The very idea that somewhere a religious person might be offended by a leaflet drives a multi-branch crackdown to root out these evil people who have looked at the world as it is, and not as we would wish it to be.

The establishment is terrified. You can see it in the reaction to wrongthink. It is this lack of thought in the response that will ultimately prove Generation Sparta right, and the media, the police, the political establishment and probably-gender-studies-major-Meg, will all be proven wrong. If you cannot think freely, then you will act as a slave.

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The worst part of that reality is that it is so easily preventable; if we steel ourselves, put our shoulders back, and contend with the problems at hand. All we have to do is take responsibility for our own futures.

Is that really so hard?

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