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yumenoyousei · 7 months ago

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I asked for a commission of my DC OC Shay from @jnephrite and look at my girl!! 😭 She so pretty I can't even😭😭😭 Always loved @jnephrite art so seeing Shay in hers is a blessing 🙏🏾

And since the fic is almost halfway through posting, I thought, might as well introduce Shay properly! EDIT: the fic, Awaking in Gotham, is now completed!

EDIT: More art of Shay + art of a scene from fic

Full name: Shay Michelle Frank (♀) Occupation: Graphic Designer / YouTuber Height: 5'9" Birthday: September 16th ☀Virgo 🌙Aries ⬆Aquarius Proud African American/Haitian & Gothamite Hobbies: Poetry, Arts, Rap/R&B music, help the Gotham North Community Center, Discover new artists (both musically and visual arts)

Shay was born and raised in Gotham, close to the infamous Crime Alley, by her maternal grandmother, Marie-Monique "Manmi Mo" Antoine, and with her 3 years older brother Zachary "Zee" Frank. Her mother died of childbirth (she had had complications with Zee which was why she was hospitalized when pregnant with Shay) so her whole family distrusted the American health system. This is why when her grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, they didn't go to the hospital and only went to the illegal clinic. (Also; money.) Her father is unknown.

Ever since young, she went to the Gotham North Community Center, mostly run by the Black and Latinx communities of the Crime Alley neighbourhood. Her grandmother would teach the children about mostly Black literature but also all sorts of arts which is why Shay is such a creative person. That's also where she met Jason Todd for the first time when she was around 4-5.

Her brother very early on started to "run the streets" and started to hang out with bad crews, but always had his heart on his sleeves. He just couldn't find other ways to get money to make sure Shay had the right education/a chance away from crime.

Her grandma died when she was almost 17 and her brother died not even 4 weeks later (2 weeks after her 17th birthday) because of a dispute between gangs. (Allegedly)

After her grandma and Zee died, she went to live in Metropolis with her second-degree cousin, Jennifer Antoine, until she graduated from university. Even when in Metropolis, she would go as much as she could back to Gotham to see her people/help the center.

She started a YouTube channel talking about Gotham's art and musical scene to change people's persepective of Gotham after too many people at Metropolis U "pitied" her for being a Gothamite.

As soon as she was about to graduate, she applied to work at Wayne Entreprise back in Gotham. She got a job as a graphic designer and moved back to her city.

At the start of the fic, "Awaking in Gotham", she is 22 and has been working at WE for almost a year.

Read more about Shay (and her love story with Jason) on AO3! (Trying to update every week!)

Random notes about Shay:

As I wrote in the fic's notes, the first reason for creating Shay was: who the fuck would stay in Gotham that isn't a criminal and/or a vigilante??

So I created a black girl who loves her community and sees all it could be while being very conscious of what it is and its dangers. Then I went, hey! she'd be good with Jason while I was starting my Jason Todd Thirst so obv my fic turned into romance. lol

The name comes from Belgian rapper Shay, Montreal-based singer Shay Lia, and Haitian Montreal-based singer Shah Frank. As I was creating Shay I was obsessed with all three of them and the name Shay Frank wouldn't leave me.

Ngl, I gave a lot of me to Shay; like her Haitian roots and GAD but very quickly she went her own way and grew in this character I'm proud of. I'd like to say I also gave her my music taste but she is way more into hip-hop than me and she rejects most of my pop playlists (sadly).

Because Shay was based on me, all her entourage I created is based on people in my rl. lol

I also absolutely wanted her to be friends with Bernard because I absolutely love Bernard (and Bat SO who are civilians? Tim and Jason bonding over the fact their SO are the only civilians in the Batfam?! So many fun things to do!!)

Zee is also a character that I love, based on one of my favourite cousins, and I got lowkey mad at myself halfway through that he was dead. So I have an AU where he didn't die in my head lol

I'd like to write a oneshot of it when I'm done with this fic.

Last fun fact about Shay that I wasn't able to put in fic yet: all the rogues annoy her (mostly because they cause mayhem that cancel events) but she madly respects Poison Ivy because of her convictions and: "is she wrong tho?"

I have a lot of other small notes about Shay and the Shay-verse but I'll post the rest when the fic is completed!

EDIT 2024-10-04: I completely forgot to add the link to the post fic notes! So if you read Awaking in Gotham do check those other notes!

#dc oc #orginal character #black character #Shay Frank #jayshay #jayoc #dc #fic writing #lowkey want to change all my icons for shay #my girl is so pretty I can't #there's so many things I wanna tell you guys but I guess I have to wait for after fic #dinde even enter all my Jason hc for this universe ��#and all the center people 🥹

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kickbackkanzaki · 3 months ago

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Pomegranate Seeds and Black Roses

Diana, the daughter of Lucilla and Acacius becomes an obsession for Emperor Geta. As rebellion in the colosseum rises and danger stalks her family Diana must outmanoeuvre her enemies to keep her loved ones alive.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Pullo stood waiting and tried not to let his impatience show.

Geta had summoned him to a private audience but the emperor was yet to grant him any acknowledgement. He was instead inspecting a set of foreign swords laid out in a velvet box held open by a slave.

The swords of the defeated leaders had been sent ahead of the returning army along with the news of Numidia's annexation.

"It is inspiring news that Rome now has full control of the North African Kingdoms," Pulla said fishing for a reply.

"I've heard whispers that Acacius was dispirited when he took Numidia," Geta said absently as he admired the largest blade in the light. "I can't have our finest general rethinking his loyalties. The army will not perform for anyone less than the noble Acacius."

"You have his wife under house arrest," Pullo pointed out. "He's in no position to refuse his emperors' command. Also his daughter could be used as a bartering piece, though adopted he is exceedingly fond of her."

"Yes Diana," Geta said with some regard. "Your little project."

Pullo wasn't sure where this was leading. Emperor Geta's moods were unpredictable majority of the time so Pullo knew this current calm could shift any second.

"Did Your Majesty learn what you needed?" Pullo asked cautiously.

A wiser man wouldn't have probed but Pullo was too sycophantic not to seek commendation.

"I learned that Diana is insolent and rough," Geta plunged the sword's end into an imaginary foe. "Hardly something I can use against Lucilla and Acacius."

"Was my information not useful?" Pullo dug further. "Concerning her birth parents?"

"She told the story of their demise with as much sorrow as you would give a sack of drowned kittens," Geta grunted as he swung the sword through the air.

He then replaced the weapon and chose another from the box. Swivelling on her heel he turned to the senator and looked at him down the deadly edge.

"Lucilla's dissatisfaction with my reign is obvious," he told Pullo in a terse tone, "and Acacius votes against empire expansion at every opportunity but they are under my control. If they wanted the power to oppose me they could have made an alliance with a wealthy senator or foreign prince by marrying Diana off. Why haven't they? Why stay shackled?"

Pullo had to freeze his face to conceal his scorn. Was this really why he was here? To entertain a young man's fantasy about a pretty girl?

Admittingly Diana had been impressive when they'd fought over the typhoid action but she was otherwise unremarkable.

Pullo's thoughts were, 'Fuck her and move on,' but he phrased his words more diplomatically.

"With all due respect Your Majesty would it not be easier to seduce her? Foolish girls have spilled many a secret when they are in love."

Geta remembered Diana's audacious attitude in the thermae and smirked. Bedding her would be a sincere pleasure but he doubted she'd be willing.

"Diana wont be seduced. She's too smart for that."

Pullo noticed Geta said that with something closer to respect than disappointment.

"Perhaps Emperor Caracalla could be of assistance?" again Pullo tried to divert the chore away from himself. "Considering the relationship between the two."

"They don't fuck," Geta replied impatiently. "She tells him stories of the gods and the Greek poets to calm his fits.

His brother was too possessive of his favourite to share their conversations with Geta but his whores had loose lips.

'That explains it,' Pullo thought. In the senate meetings of late Caracalla had been spouting lines from Homer and promising divine retribution to those who rejected his proposals.

However public support for the crown had risen since the typhoid action and Emperor Caracalla's recent appearance at the Temple of Juno.

The senate had also noticed his settled temperament whenever he attended meetings with Diana tethered to his wrist. The poor girl hid her misery well but it was clear she had no sway in the relationship, she was his hostage until Caracalla grew bored of her.

Geta motioned for a nearby slave to stand before him and raised the sword to his chest.

"Perhaps there is nothing amiss Your Majesty," Pullo suggested as a last resort. "Lucilla lost a son and Acacius has no children of his own. Maybe they are simply overprotective."

"Perhaps," Geta mused and slowly pushed the sword's point into the slave's shoulder. The owned man gasped as it broke his skin then closed his mouth as any unsanctioned sound would receive punishment.

Geta moved both hands onto the sword pommel and sliced through the slave's muscle and cartridge. His tunic bloodied and eyes watered but Geta didn't stop until it was satisfactorily lodged in his shoulder.

Suddenly Geta's interest evaporated and he released the sword, leaving it to wobble painfully in the slave's chest.

"Keep an eye on her Pullo," he said and waved another slave over for a glass of wine. "If there is even the slightest hint of her whispering Lucilla's beliefs into my brother's ear come straight to me. Her family serves the empire, we do not serve them."

"As you wish Majesty," Pullo answered with a respectful bow and took his leave.

Pullo waited for the heavy doors to close behind him before he let his anger show.

His was a fifth generation senator of Rome but he was being tasked with spying on upstart girl. A little cunt who curried more favour with the mad emperor than he because she read him stories and played parlour games.

It had taken long hours of bribery and veiled threats to reel out the little information people had about Diana but it had amounted to nothing. No revelation or reward.

Geta thought there was something unearthly about her that allowed her to calm his brother but that was because he hadn't a drop of emotional intelligence.

'He wants a pussy that can't be bought,' Pullo thought vehemently.

Pullo was now in a hard place. The small well of information he'd found was pumped dry but Geta demanded more. Acacius was due back soon and when he did, getting near Diana would be impossible. Acacius had enough political sway to terminate Pullo's promising ascension if he discovered the young politician's intensions.

A young slave girl was passing him carrying fresh linen and when they met he violently threw her down. She cried out as she landed hard but was silenced a second later when Pullo struck her in the face mercilessly three times.

'Meddlesome bitch,' he cursed internally.

Unconscious the girl's bloodied face fell to the floor and Pullo's sandals made red prints as he marched away. He rubbed the blood out of his heirloom ring with the inside of his toga sleeve and replaced his mask of pleasantness.

The same guards who heaved the beaten girl down to the slave quarters were the same ones guarding Caracalla's bedchamber that night.

Hours before the room had been a swirl of inebriated concubines supping on aphrodisiacs and each other as music played and wine was poured. Then suddenly Caracalla started screaming paranoid accusations and beating his lovers.

They'd scattered in all directions naked and bruised as Caracalla tore his possessions to pieces in a wild frenzy. He swore and screamed until his throat was hoarse and ran out of things to throw.

Then he began to wail. He had been abandoned and only Diana could placate him.

Diana had been helping Lucilla sort threads for a new tapestry when imperial guards had pounded on the door demanding her immediate presence at the palace.

Lucilla had tried to accompany her but Diana insisted on going with Mensca. In the past month these last minute demands from Caracalla had become frequent and she'd learned it was better to obey and extinguish the hysteria than resist.

Arriving at the emperor's room she saw the drapes torn to shreds and priceless statuary smashed across the floor. Diana hadn't found shoes before the escort had thrown her on Mensca's horse so she carefully made a path through the disaster with her toes.

Caracalla was whimpering naked under a table, his syphilis rash blazing scarlet on his pale skin. Dondas had no interest in him instead eating some split fruit from a shattered fruit bowl.

Diana waited to see if he would acknowledge her then bent down to his level.

"Sweet Boy I thought you'd be asleep," she said kindly and brushed his fringe away from his puffy eyes. "It's late."

At hearing his endearment name Caracalla stopped snivelling and looked up with her in total hopelessness.

"You wont betray me will you?" he croaked.

"Never Sweet Boy."

Caracalla crawled out from his refuge and buried his tear streaked face in her breasts. Diana wrapped him in a gentle embrace and kissed his red hair as he whimpered.

It was a well rehearsed routine now and it astounded her how quickly this had become normal.

Just over a month ago she had never been inside the city and now she was nurse to the ill emperor. Life before had been content bordering on dull but she would have gladly traded her new arrangement for it in a second.

Slowly the night passed and Diana coaxed the troubled emperor to his bed tying a sheet around his waist for modesty.

Diana had never had a lover but she felt neither alarm or arousal at Caracalla's nudity. He may have been a man grown but his mental state was like a child's, making him sexless.

Caracalla calmed his crying but refused a medicus saying a tonic could be poison. This disappointed Diana as it meant she wouldn't be returning home soon but she didn't pressure Caracalla to change his mind. The smallest hint of manipulation could send him spiralling.

Instead she listened to him babble about his fears and fantasies, believing none of them but never interrupting. It seemed once Caracalla voiced his torments his temper would steady and fatigue would set in. It was just a matter of waiting.

"Will Proserpina come for me?" he asked after he'd been quiet a while.

Caracalla had asked a lot about the Queen of the Dead since Diana had told her story.

"No Sweet Boy," Diana assured him and stoked his acne covered cheek. "You are a king. When you are old and grey her husband Pluto will come for you in his chariot and escort you to the Elysium Fields himself. Only a god is fit to collect an emperor but you will have a great and wonderful life before then."

"How do you know?" he asked worriedly.

"Remember the Temple of Juno? Remember the children? They loved you. People pray to the gods that their emperor will stay and care for them for a long, long time."

They had visited the temple together after Diana had told him some stories of the goddess queen. How even though Jupiter had tricked her into marriage and insulted her with numerous infidelities Juno stood high above the shame to guard mortal women proudly.

Septimius had only schooled his sons in the tales of Jupiter and Mars. Kings and War were the only lessons he'd wanted them to know.

Diana had veiled her hair in the temple feeling conspicuous as people in the street stopped to watch her and Caracalla mount the stairs. She was again wearing one of the costumes the emperors had made for her with expensive adornments.

"Wave," she'd whispered to Caracalla who turned and waved to his subjects grandly while holding Diana's hand.

They offered prayers to the goddess and followed the high priestesses through the temple. Children had rushed out of a school room at one point and surrounded them, pulling at their elegant clothes and jeweled hands.

"Where do they come from?" Caracalla asked with wonderment as he'd let the children play around him.

"Everywhere My Emperor," the high priestess answered. "They are left on the steps for us to care for. Their mothers too young or too poor to care for them."

"I shall care for them," Caracalla declared and Diana mirrored the high priestess by kneeling in reverence. "I will love them and they shall love me."

Diana never thought her knowledge of the pantheon would ever be useful, Lucilla had always encouraged her to read the philosophers and poets over the myths. The old tales had been a reward after a long day of lessons but now they were more valuable than Plato's wisdom and Virgil's verses.

"Stay here tonight," Caracalla said sleepily.

"Of course."

This wasn't the first time Caracalla had made this demand but Diana wasn't afraid of assault anymore. Like a child he wanted her close to protect him from nightmares and monsters that lurked in the dark.

Once he began to snore on the pillow opposite her Diana finally relaxed and let her eyes close heavily. As unpredictable as Caracalla could be she'd noticed his moods were always worse at night as if he feared the approaching dawn.

There was a better chance of slipping away in the morning when he'd be distracted by the potential pleasures and excitement of a new day.

The sleepless nights and long days at senate meetings were wearing her out and Lucilla had enforced a strict regiment of rest and medicines. Anything that would fortify her against the crippling headaches that would expose her vulnerability.

"Diana."

Still exhausted Diana sat up on the bed and looked over at Caracalla. He was sleeping soundly in a puddle of his own drool and there was only the dim glow of dawn lighting the room.

Her green eyes scanned the wreaked bedchamber but didn't see the speaker. Maybe it had been a bird outside chirping or a nearby guard coughing. Or more likely, the sheer exhaustion of late toying with her dreams.

Then she saw her.

Standing at the far end of the room Proserpina watched her.

The Goddess of Duality stood split down the middle, one half of her face beautiful with flawless skin, red lips with a high cupid's bow and a pale green eye with yellow speckles. The other side was a skull bearing an unsettling grin and a void where an eye should have been. A black well you could drown in if you gazed too long.

Her dress and mantilla were a fight of light and darkness, the bright colours of spring fighting against the mourning black like a celebratory bonfire flickering on a moonless night.

Perched on her head were two crowns made whole. One half a simple woven line of red roses meeting a half of harsh spikes made of fingerbones.

Diana wasn't afraid, the goddess' presence felt as natural as the air in the room and the morning sun creeping in. Despite her astounding appearance Proserpina looked as though she belonged.

Life and death were everywhere.

The goddess turned and walked soundlessly to the door and Diana followed like a somnambulist. She had no questions for her visitor and needed no command.

They passed two guards stationed outside but they either didn't see them or didn't care, staring straight ahead. Mensca was across the hall weaving a thread between his fingers to keep himself amused.

Diana didn't call to him and passed without catching his attention. There was an aethereal feeling around her as if she was neither asleep or awake, walking in a world in between.

She wasn't sure how long she followed Proserpina through the palace but suddenly the goddess stopped and turned to a large window. Diana came aside her and looked out at the waking city, the colosseum a monolith above the humble dwellings of the people.

Like an egg the colosseum was absorbing the heat of the early sun and starting to glow against the cool blue sky. Soon that egg would crack and the cries of the crowd would erupt as the day's games played.

"Can you smell it?"

Diana could. That stench had saturated the hillside villa for weeks filling her nostrils and robbing her sense of taste. She'd never forget it.

"Death," she answered dispassionately.

Her mouth felt odd when she spoke like a muscle twitching in her sleep.

"Change."

That word scared Diana more than death.

Change was uncertain, it could be for the better or for the worse and it never affected everyone the same way. No matter how big or small a change, there was always someone who suffered more loss than benefit and it was never known who they would be until there was no reversal possible.

"Why do you come to me?" Diana asked in her neutral voice.

Proserpina collected the dead but there were no perished souls here for her to escort to eternity. She had made her mark on Diana long ago but never explained why.

"We are both imprisoned queens."

"I'm not."

"You will be."

Diana was confused but in the gloom that encircled her she could not raise her emotions. A statement like that should have frightened her but so only felt dull.

"You have to be brave Diana."

"Fear is keeping me alive. It makes me cautious, makes me safe."

Diana said this without shame. She wasn't a symbol of strength and fearlessness the way her parents were. She was simply a survivor.

"If you are afraid he will devour you. Show him your courage, let him know your rage. Your kindness will save you from Caracalla but your fury will save you from Geta."

"How do you know?"

"I am both Goddess of Spring and Queen on the Dead. I am as compassionate as I am terrifying. A woman must be many things to survive the schemes of gods and men alike."

"I don't want this," Diana said honestly.

Proserpina lifted her arm and delicately lay her living hand on Diana's mark.

"Forge your future."

Suddenly her scar blazed iron hot and the dull malaise that had been circling her dissipated as her body came alive with blaze with pain. The shock made her stagger forward and fall towards the window ledge.

"Careful!"

The shout broke the spell enchanting her and an painful hold made Diana gasp.

The world storeys below bobbed back and forth nauseatingly as she was pulled back onto her feet by the person behind her.

"Let me go," she panted. Had she been asleep or awake? One second she'd been wandering hypnotised and the next she alarmingly awake being held tight as the rising sun stung her eyes.

"No," Geta said in her ear excitedly. "Your heart is beating like a caged bird. It's exhilarating!"

Diana could still feel the sting in her breast from Proserpina's touch but Geta's grip frightened her more. He had one arm wrapped around her ribs and another hand under her shift.

Geta had seen terror in a person's face many times but he'd never felt someone's heart race under his hand. It beat so hard he thought if he peeled back Diana's skin it would jump straight out of her chest.

His hand on her was anathema and Diana twisted to free herself. Geta felt her tight backside rubbing against his crotch as she squirmed and her hands pulled feebly at his strong arms.

Feeling lust rising Geta's smile became wicked and he brushed his face against her uncombed hair. She wasn't perfumed like his harlots, she smelt of sleep, sweat and something distinctly her own. His nose touched her shoulder and he opened his mouth to taste her tender skin.

Diana felt the disturbing sensation of his lips on her and she pulled the flesh out of his mouth before he could mark it. Geta laughed loudly as she squealed and caught her chin to stop her fighting.

"I like you Diana," he said softly in her ear. "I sometimes think if we'd had a sister like you Caracalla and I could have been happy children. Father had no time for girls, you would have been all ours."

His hand under her breasts slid down her stomach, his thumb finding the divot of her navel before he grabbed the hem of her shift. He lifted the bunched fabric up to see her toned thighs as Diana trembled against him.

"If you are afraid he will devour you."

Suddenly Diana's body reacted faster than her reason. She yanked the shift from Geta's grip and stomped her heel into his uncovered toes. Geta's broke his hold on her and she slammed an elbow into his sternum sending him backwards.

"I don't care what you like! Get your hands off me!" Diana yelled with rage.

Geta grabbed for her dress but Diana caught his wrist before he could touch her. He stepped forward threateningly to close the gap separating them and something primal sparked in Diana.

She pulled his hand to her mouth and sank her teeth into the soft flesh between his thumb and forefinger. His shriek bounced off the palace's high ceilings and a clatter of approaching armour could be heard.

Diana savagely pulled her head away and spat a glob of flesh and blood onto the pristine floor.

"Don't ever put your hands near me again!" she screamed and bared her blood stained teeth like a she wolf. "If you do I will bite your manhood off!"

Geta stared at her bewildered with his brown eyes wide as he cradled his bleeding hand. What had happened? A second ago Diana was a helpless maid squirming in his hold but now she was a fanged fury with a mouthful of his blood.

Diana was breathing heavy from the adrenaline and holding herself tight for the next attack but regret was slowly rising. Attacking royalty was a death sentence and she had no protector to fight the advancing guard.

Suddenly Geta grinned widely and Diana's heart nearly stopped.

He was thrilled.

"You bit me," he giggled with a manic chime. "You bit me."

Geta reached for her with a bloodied hand but Diana backed away like a hound shrinking from a whip. The blood in her mouth suddenly turned cold and rotten, the righteous empowerment she'd felt biting him fading away.

The purple praetorian guard arrived and circled their emperor not noticing the blood on the girl's lips. Two broke off to chase an invisible assailant down the hall and Diana took her chance to flee.

She ran back to Mensca her bare feet slipping on the stone floor and gasping for breath. Her head started to pound but she couldn't stop and risk Geta revenging his wound.

"You've tasted me Diana!" Geta's deranged howl followed her, "and I shall taste you!"

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cursecuelebre · 6 months ago

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This going to be a quick rant about European Witches’ Gatekeeping attitudes.

Now I had an earlier post about me having trouble connecting with my ancestral traditions and homeland because I am living and born in America and have no idea what my ancestors were doing when they lived in their homeland or even when they came here. I have a problem with connecting with their traditions and culture like spirits and rituals.

I’ve seen this mostly with European Witches who say “You can’t practice or connect with celtic spirits in America because of the land and environment.” To some extent like that as you can’t connect or work with specific land spirits because the land that I’m on since it is not the land that the spirit is located. Let me tell you why this is very insensitive and a problem.

Now I understand America was colonized and still is the indigenous people of this country are still alive and what remains of their traditions still are. I have much respect for them and acknowledge that the land that I’m standing on is stolen land. I would love to learn respectfully from Indigenous peoples of America their stories and spirits to at least when I’m in nature and connecting to be aware of these said spirits. Not to work with them of course but to respect them and avoid myself stepping onto sacred land. Like I said I’m white and I am not allowed to connect with these spirits because it’s not my culture or traditions hence why I’m practicing my own ancestral traditions of nature learning about Norse land spirits like Elves for instance.

Of why it’s insensitive and quite gatekeeping for European witches to have this stance is not understanding that my ancestors who immigrated brought their traditions and spirits with them to the New World adapting to their new environment. Yes it’s the not the same but it wasn’t impossible for them to not work their ancestors, spirits, deities in this new world hence why there is specific subcultures of folk magic like Pennsylvania Dutch Braucher or Italian American Folk magic is different than their native countries yet they still work with the same spirits within their culture. In North America we have similar or the same tree species like Birch or Ash just like in Europe, they’re still in the same family that I can connect to those tree spirits. I call them Moss wives like my ancestors did.

The complete ignorance of these people and I know it’s not all of them but they need to understand spirits that our ancestors actually worked with can still connect us because ancestors can help link those spirits to us, we can bring certain plants overseas, astral travel. If someone in North America is worshipping a Norse god how can it not be the same for land spirits. Earth is earth, it’s all connected at one point of time it was all connected it’s called Pangea. Plus on the other side the travel isn’t so hard for them to move to us and help us there is no limits for spirits. European witches can’t say what I can’t do when they haven’t experienced such things, upon saying such ignorance can make people not connect with their ancestors and venture into close practices which is dangerous.

From my experience I have connected with fairies and elves effectively without any problem so many others often experience the same. If there is plants that aren’t growing naturally in my area there is substitutes which can be difficult to find. If I set up an outdoor altar outside and have offerings to the elves and fairies and the general land spirits they will be appeased. I said what I said, I didn’t choose to be born here nor have enough money to go back or even visit Europe and practice these traditions and for those who say that I can’t practice the spirits my ancestors had because I’m on a different continent thank you for making me feel worse about my disconnection and stop the gatekeeping bullshit actually emphasize the fact not everyone had luxury for their families to stay in one place. Also to mention African Americans whose ancestors who were forced in America against their will who have it way more worse trying to connect with their ancestors and their homelands.

Agree or disagree, I’m tired of European witches talking on shit they haven’t even experienced or even discuss with actual American Witches. It’s a problematic mindset and it needs to stop.

#paganism #witchcraft #norse paganism #hellenic polytheism #hellenic community #hellenic worship #traditional witchcraft #folk magic #italian folk magic #germanic paganism #celtic paganism #german folk magic

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imanes · 6 days ago

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I hope this doesnt come off as rude, but what language do you speak with your family? I dont know why I thought you spoke arabic since you are from Morocco and and I know arabs colonized that area

it's not rude at all, i speak french and darija with my family! i don't speak fus7a/classical arabic but i have an interest in learning it for funsies. there are two misapprehensions about your understanding of the matter in my opinion though:

i think it's ahistorical to call the arab conquests 'colonization' and I'm not trying to whitewash that history I'm just saying colonization is a specific form of political domination that appeared much later in world history

the political project of panarabism and its agenda of cultural hegemony is different from the expansions of the califates to northern Africa in the early centuries of Islam. it's my belief that panarabism (in the 'postcolonial' era) has done a lot more of a number on indigenous peoples and cultures in north Africa (as well as our collective identity as quote unquote arabs rather than africans) than the Islamic conquests but the caveat here is that I'm much more familiar with the colonial and postcolonial history of morocco than precolonial centuries... which is a gap i should probably seek to fill posthaste lol

sorry that was literally not your question at all and I'm no historian of Moroccan history or of Islam but that's my understanding of the context surrounding your original question

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teafootballandmore · 12 days ago

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Thanks for the love Admin and anons <3 I’m happy to be providing information, Kylian’s honestly the most interesting footballer around in my opinion!

I wanna start by saying I feel like people are putting Fayza on a pedestal a little over this Jude situation. Like you, I don’t think she has the control people think she has over her son. The anon who basically said it’s Fayza who dictates the amount he gives for his foundation was wrong; as Fayza told it, initially she wanted Kylian to contribute 50% of his earnings, he said hell no lol, negotiated, and then they were able to land at 30%. So it was actually Kylian who decides what amount to give, because he’s the money maker. She’s also mentioned before that he’s incredibly stubborn, that once he’s made up his mind no one can change it. He’s very much hands on with his career, apparently when she went to the US to negotiate a deal with one of his sponsors he called a lot during meetings bc he wanted to be in on the loop and aware of every step. Kylian himself has said his parents don’t make any decisions for him, that when it’s the big stuff he and his parents sit around a table and discuss, but at the end of the day he makes the decisions. I think it’s like that in his personal life too, if one day he ever decides to pop out with someone like Ashlyn, I don’t think his family can do much, they’d just have to grin and bear it.

Things I forgot to mention about his parents: Fayza said they always had high expectations for him from his childhood, demanded excellence from him in whatever he did, because he’s the son of a black man and a north african woman, they knew early on he’d have to to try twice as hard as say, a person from a non-marginalized community, to succeed and prove himself in life. She said in that sense, his mental strength and self assurance is something they (her and his dad) made sure to instill in him because even before he was a footballer/public figure they knew he’d have it tough.

Kylian said they forced him to get into a lot of extra curricular activities growing up bc they wanted him to be well rounded and not solely focused on football. (Ironic, since people joke his parents bred him in a lab to be this perfect footballer lol). So he did theater and music, there’s pictures floating around somewhere of him playing the flute at a concerto something when he was a kid.

Fayza’s said he’s very tough on himself after defeat. The year PSG was knocked out of the UCL by Man U he locked himself in his room and didn’t talk to anyone for a while. She also said he lost a couple kilos.

About him/his family being charitable - Kylian donated all of his world cup winnings in 2018 (he was the only one from the squad to do it, way to make the others look bad lol). I think he actually donates everything he gets from the French NT bc he’s said before he doesn’t take a single cent from the NT. During the pandemic he donated a huge amount to a charity for unhoused people. He also gets into contact with and visits children with terminal illnesses all the time. He did for a loved one of one of the biggest PSG update accounts on twitter, for example. The update account owner posted about it when it happened thanking Kylian. More recently, the parents of a little boy from a francophone country (I don't remember which) who needed urgent care for an illness posted on instagram asking for help, then sometime later they confirmed that they were travelling to France to get the care and thanked Kylian for covering all of the costs. He doesn’t publicize this kind of stuff (and rightfully so), but I think it just goes to show how big of a heart he has, and it’s one of my favorite things about him.

A blogger followed the family around on their trip to Cameroon a couple years ago, she said his entourage are very close to each other (posted a pic of his assistant and Tchaga hugging on her blog lol), Kylian switches into a certain mode when he’s in public (she said not necessarily being fake, but sort of to protect himself and to mentally prepare for the craziness he encounters), she said the real Kylian, the person he is in private, is super easygoing and friendly and very open. She said Fayza has a ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe to her but she’s also very funny and kind. She said the entourage is tightknit and protective, but if they like you and feel you are trustworthy then they let you in easily. For example they took such a liking to one of the consulate employees that they offered to host him at the family home if he ever decided to visit Paris.

The blogger told a funny anecdote where they were at the consulate having a ‘formal’ dinner, Fayza was seated next to the blogger, and she jokingly whispered to her. “I want to go outside and smoke but I don’t know if it’s rude. I’m not old money, I’m new money I don’t know the etiquette of these things” lol.

About his relationship with Ethan, I recently saw a clip from an interview he did during his Monaco days where he said when he came back from matches he always found Ethan sleeping in his bed and he’d have to carry him to his own bed 🥺.

This is well known but for anyone less familiar with Kylian - when he first came to PSG, he took the number 29 because that’s Ethan’s birth date (December 29). He said he did it bc obviously he loves his little brother and he’s his favorite in the family. Ethan’s wearing the 29 at LOSC now to honor his brother honoring him lmao. Ethan’s the one that created his signature celebration, he first did it when they were playing FIFA. Kylian snatched it up from him and now has it trademarked lol.

There’s a video of Kylian watching Deschamps on the TV waiting to be called up for the senior France team for the very first time, Ethan was sitting next to him looking super excited and when Kylian’s name is finally called he looks at his brother with stars in his eyes it was soo cute. Then Kimpembe called and congratulated Kylian and told Ethan off for skipping school lol. (Btw I really miss the Kimpembe-Kylian duo, they were so cute in the early PSG days).

Last year when WZE was called up for the France NT for the first time, Ethan skipped class to watch him get called up and to congratulate him. Afterwards, Kylian and Kimpembe dragged him (literally) to class. Kylian is such a snitch he told Ethan's teacher "he was up late playing video games last night he didn't do any homework"😭. The video is up on PSG's IG I think.

Ethan also failed le bac last year (France's high school leaving exam). Exam results are public for anyone to access, you'd just have to search up a name in a database. Well, people did that for Ethan and posted the results. It went viral on French twitter and everyone was making fun of him for failing. I think it's part of what Kylian meant when he said he feels guilty bc Ethan didn't get to have a normal childhood, bc imagine thousands laughing at you for failing a big exam, something he must've already been feeling embarrassed about. Anyway, he retook the exam in fall and passed so all's good.

The PSG stuff is a bit long, I’ll explain in another message. Let me know if you have anything else you'd like to know more about!

-Kylian lore anon

Hi anon 🤍 Hope you're doing well!! Thank you for updating as always! 💕

I think people like to treat those men like babies that have no control over their lives so it's easier to blame anyone else than them when they do something bad.

Kylian seems like such absorbing kid. Him doing a lot of charity for kids especially is known and appreciated. An he seems really people person. Can't blame him for wearing sort of mask in public. What's going on around him is crazy!!! I totally understand him spoiling and being protective towards Ethan.

I saw few days ago Kylian in campaign about reading. Does he really likes to read or it's just pr move? Does he have any hobbies outside of football and playing games? 😂 Also do you know how long he has dog and if he had any pets before? You also mentioned he likes basic food?

Sending love and hugs 💕

#k. mbappe #kylian lore anon

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gavisuntiedboot · 2 years ago

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Off Limits

Ok so there was a rlly cute ask in my inbox that was about introducing Gavi to Ramadan or taking him to iftar but it's gone now!!! I literally cannot see it anymore. But dear anon who requested a Ramadan-inspired Gavi fic, this is for you!!! So reader is Arab/ Desi/ North African/ a similar culture.

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"Pablo, as God is my witness, I will break up with you if you don't get away from me."

Was it harsh? A little. But it was the only way you could get your clingy partner to leave you alone. For the past hour, he continuously tried to hold your hands or cuddle you, and you had to push him away in a panic every time. Ramadan was finally upon you, and you could not be more excited. It was a month of great food and company, and jut general peace. It was a time for you to really embrace your culture: long dresses and dangly jewelry, coffee cups painted in gold calligraphy, and lanterns decorating every possible surface.

There were several traditions in your family that took place every Ramadan, a main one being that you and your female relatives would all go and get henna done on your arms and legs, your skin remaining tinted with elaborate patterns all month long. However, since moving to Barcelona (and moving in with your long-term boyfriend), this tradition has become harder and harder for you to maintain. This led to an Amazon overtight order of about 20 henna cones, and two hours of you bent over yourself trying to pipe out the tiniest of designs onto your hands and feet. It was unfortunately during this time that Gavi came home from training, plopping onto your couch as he tried to grab your hand, smudging one of the flowers you had gone cross-eyed drawing. After letting out a yell that probably scared the dogs in Madrid, you calmed enough to explain what you were doing and why he couldn't touch it.

"So it's like a tattoo? I don't really like tattoos ya know." He said, rolling over onto his side and pouting, touch starved and desperate to touch you. You continued drawing as you responded.

"Yeah but they're temporary. And they're brown instead of black. And tattoos are hot. You would look hot with tattoos Pablo."

This elicited a laugh from the boy, his eyes creasing and his teeth dazzling. He loved watching you focused on your sketches. Your teeth was between your lips, tension evident in your features. There was nothing that you did that wasn't entertaining to him. Gavi loved looking at you, studying you, catching every minor change in your expressions or body language and storing them deep in his memory.

Eyebrows scrunched in concentration, he tried to imagine what he would look like with a tattoo.

"Maybe Spanish men aren't meant to have tattoos, amor. We just don't look good in them."

"Pablo how can you say this when Ramos literally exists?"

"Your answer to everything cannot be 'It's hot because Sergio Ramos does it'!"

"Why not? Long hair? Hot on Ramos. Tattoos? Hot on Ramos. Being a father-"

"Please stop. I am begging."

You broke out into fits of giggles, the banter flowing naturally between the two of you. When you finally finished your hands, you beckoned Gavi over. Instructing him to place his arm in your lap, you began drawing on his tanned skin.

"Ay, what are you doing?"

"Proving you would look good with a tattoo. Sit still!! You're gonna make me mess up."

"But-"

"No buts. I had to redo half my hand because of you. And besides, you're always in long shirts, no one will see."

This silenced the whines from the boy looming over you as you bent closer to his arm. Despite a flinch every so often from the cool sensation on his skin, Pablo stayed perfectly still. He brought his free hand up to move the hair from your eyes, giving him a better view of your face.

"There. All done."

A loud laugh resonated throughout the room. On Gavi's forearm sat a small angry face with bushy eyebrows.

"Is that supposed to be me?"

"Yeah. I think it's pretty accurate."

Trying to pull you in, he reached for your arm and you pulled away in a hurry.

"Pablo my hands are still wet!! No touching!"

"Are your feet still wet, too?" You nodded, afraid of why he wanted this piece of information. He moved closer to you on the couch, clean arm wrapping around you, his head resting on your shoulder.

"That means you can't run away from me." He smiled, and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Cheeks heating up, you snuggled into his chest, hiding your embarrassment at the affection. You two stayed like this for a while, just watching TV and enjoying the shared body heat. Once your hands had dried, you went to peel off the top layer, revealing the stained pattern beneath it. After some lotion, you returned to Gavi, peeling off his design as well, the two of you once again in fits of laughter at the angry face on his arm. You settled back into him, and he looked down at you.

"Can I hold your hand now? Or are you off-limits until the end of Ramadan?"

You interlocked your hand with his, rubbing your thumb in soothing circles. Bringing your entwined hands up to his face, he admired your hard work.

"It looks gorgeous, mi amor. You did so well." He kissed the back of your hand, straight over the delicate patterns.

"Want to see something cool?" You asked. "Look in the center there. See if you can read anything."

He brought your hands up once again, refusing to release you from his grip for even a second. He looked through the swirls, until the found a dainty "PG6" hidden in the design. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling you into his chest, and nuzzling against your neck.

"I can't believe you're all mine."

A/N - I literally was writing this as my henna was drying and then I tried to open a Barbican with wet henna and I stopped for a minute and was like wow this is the most Arab experience I'll ever have. Anyways, short and sweet, hope y'all enjoy.

#gavisuntiedboot #gavisuntiedbootasks #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x reader #gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi #gavi x yn #gavi x you #fc barca #pablo gavi one shot

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haykhighland · 7 months ago

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I want to write this for all the queer West Asians and North Africans out there as a little hope, something I wish I saw when I was younger.

I came out to my dad when I was 21. To be fair I hadn’t even come out to myself truly until I was 20. I knew I wanted my dad to meet any partner I would have one day, so coming out to him before I was in a relationship was my first step.

He didn’t believe me at first, I told him when he was in the middle of one of his homophobic rants. He just said I would change. One day you’ll change, you’ll want a family. When that didn’t work, and I got into my first relationship with a woman, he would just ignore the fact that I was gay.

I’m 24 now, and my partner and I went to visit him this summer. He met her for the first time, and I was so worried he would say something offensive. But I know my dad, he wouldn’t risk disappointing me in that way.

He spoke with her, he engaged in conversations with her, and at the end of our trip he gave her a hug and a pat on the head.

Ever since we came home, whenever I FaceTime him, he asks about her. And yesterday, he told me he was glad I met someone with a good heart. He said it’s not easy to find people like that.

When I introduced her to my grandmother, she asked her to come closer, she gave her a kiss on the forehead and held her hand. She told us to be kind to one another. I couldn’t help but laugh when she told us to not fight, and then I understood what she actually meant, she was telling us to not physically fight each other. I assured her we would never do that.

My grandmother born in 1935 in a small village in Iran. Who was forced to marry at the age of 12. Who grew up deeply religious, pulled me close and told me to not care what others thought, to care about my happiness first.

My grandmother who prays for the health of me and my girlfriend at the end of every phone call.

I just want to say, that there is hope. When I had originally came out to my grandmother, she told me to never speak of it again. She is now the first person to always ask how my girlfriend is doing whenever we speak.

I know it’s not always safe to come out to our parents. I think many of us can gage whether it is safe to do so or not. I know I am everything to my father, he has always uplifted me, he always gave me freedom to dress how I wanted and to go out with friends whenever I wanted. I knew my father was the “black sheep” of the family (something he was not ashamed of), which helped me know whether it would be safe to come out.

Despite him being homophobic, I knew that if I came out to him, he would be forced to change. That does not mean we did not have painful conversations. He has offended me, but I accepted that this was something I would have to deal with as he came to terms with the fact that his beloved daughter is gay. Meeting my partner changed his perspective even further now.

#armenian #west asia #iranian #middle eastern #swana #west asian #queer #queer middle eastern #queer swana #lgbtq armenian #lesbian armenian #lesbian west asian #lesbian middle eastern

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synergysilhouette · 5 months ago

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Hot take: Asha should've been written similar to Charlotte La Bouff

Eventually I'm gonna be able to move on from my dissapointment that is "Wish," but then I remember it's been less than a year since the film's came out, and I don't feel that bad. Anyway, allow me to explain my viewpoint: why Asha, the charismatic hero of Rosas who overthrows the (suddenly) power-hungry king, could've leaned more into characterization similar to Charlotte La Bouff, a spoiled rich girl in New Orleans.

Their exposition and personalities--Asha is introduced to us as a teenager from the get-go, with us introduced to her family for a split second before starting her job as a tour guide to Rosas, while Charlotte's first scene is as a child in her father's mansion with her friend and her mom (as her father is her "best customer" for ordering custom dresses). First impressions are everything, and both leave VERY different impressions: Charlotte is depicted as a spoiled child while Asha is a young woman who's kind and outgoing. However, while this makes Asha SOUND better, it in reality shows how shallow her characterization is: her qualities are indistinguishable from other Disney women, particularly ones of recent films. Meanwhile, Charlotte's flaws are presented first, showing that she's used to getting what she wants as a rich white girl in the Southern United States (Asha's own culture isn't really explored; it isn't a requirement, but her grandfather at the very least is older than Magnifico, and where he comes from and her mother's North African heritage isn't featured, either). Even her brief interactions with her father offer more than Asha's with her mother and grandfather, showing how much Big Daddy has enabled her. I would've enjoyed more situations into Asha's family life and how they influence her (especially since her dad is a huge influence on her but he's mentioned, like, only a handful of times), as well as her being less cookie-cutter. Her personality doesn't help her stand out from Moana, Anna, Mirabel, or Rapunzel, at least not positively.

Ideally, Charlotte's spoiled behavior would've been a neat personality trait for Asha. Disney's tinkered around with a female lead with significant flaws, ie Raya and Judy having prejudice against certain ethnicities/races, but it's not something the characters fully embody, with their positive traits shining through until the climax when their perspective on their journey changes. Making Asha someone who's spoiled and expects her wish to be granted (perhaps because she's a tour guide and in her mind, brings a lot of positive press to an already magical country) sets her up in a unique space for a Disney protagonist, having gotten what she wanted from her family (maybe they were poor before Rosas and spoiled Asha when they arrived) and often told that if anyone deserves their wish to be granted, it's her. This is a sharp contrast from the film, where Asha's goals are altruistic and wants her grandfather's wish to be granted. Asha being self-centered would also explain why she has seven "friends" who feel very underused; she sees them as only important when they're around her, and since she likes the focus on herself, she often doesn't like to be part of a big group. Making her a Kuzco figure to where she actually doesn't realize how harmful she is also gives some likeability to her, since marketing a hero who's deliberately cruel and says "and what?!" would probably not be the best at being marketed, even if she changes. It'd also give rise to why she thinks she should be Magnifico's apprentice; her fame, greed, and self-centered personality makes her entitled to the role, to which the wizard-king rebuffs, as well as rejecting to grant her wish, either because it's vague, dangerous, or she's undeserving, setting up the conflict.

2. Their flaws--Asha isn't written with any, tbh. She tells Magnifico that she "cares too much," but aside from coming off as disingenuous whenever someone says it about themselves, there's no time in the film where her caring about someone so much ends up hurting her or anyone else (well, you can argue it does, but it's not acknowledged as being her fault or something she needs to work on). Charlotte, on the other hand, is seen as a work in progress. For most of the film, she's depicted as a young woman who means well, but is often blinded by her own life and making her ignorant to other people's problems, ie helping clean Tiana up after her restaurant plans go under, but failing to ask why she was upset. Tiana was her friend, but her happiness was a bonus for Charlotte rather than a requirement (maybe not all the time, but a lot), and it isn't until she sees that Tiana is in love that she's willing to give it up. Honestly, it's slightly surprising; while Charlotte isn't completely selfish, she doesn't go through a journey of self-reflection where she realizes she hasn't always been an emotionally present friend for Tiana, and it's actually her innocence and daydreaming of fairy tales and love that convinces her to help Tiana, showing that her positive traits (that some may have labeled additional flaws) helped her come to a fair conclusion.

Connecting to part 1, Asha being selfish gives her a significant flaw that affects her journey and how she interacts with others. Charlotte likes to socialize, and her father's finances allow her to live in ignorant bliss to what goes on around her. She can be demanding and rash, wanting what she wants WHEN she wants it, and the shallowness makes her easy to manipulate in Dr. Facilier's (and Lawrence's) plan. Making Asha a selfish dream-chaser could have her undervalue her friends; perhaps she took advantage of Dahlia's connections and used them to get access to the castle and an interview with Magnifico (assuming her being hired as a tour guide was done informally; still confused about that). Perhaps she grants an evil wish, or her dream of getting her wish summons an innocent star that helps give her her wish, not realizing the consequences of either actions. It's a "what could possibly go wrong?" situation driven by tunnel vision. Seeing how she hurt others and how it causes them to resent her--and even make Asha resent herself--changes her mind to how she sees things, even remembering her time with her family and how when her father died and her family showered her with gifts and attention, she sought out power to fill the void she developed at her father's death.

3. Their inspiration--In TPATF, Charlotte's mindset isn't just driven by her riches, but her romanticism of fairy tales. She dreams of finding a prince, becoming a princess, and living happily ever after. She equates the fantasy with her future reality, and believes that Naveen's handsomeness and exoticness is just like princes in her storybooks, which isn't surprising, since the USA hasn't been tied to a monarchy in centuries and thus conflates them with other fantasy aspects rather than practical aspects. Since Naveen is popular in the tabloids (but apparently his lack of resources is a recent development, as knowledge of it not to be widely known), Charlotte has probably seen the life he lives and wants a life like that of her own. Asha, on the other hand, has her dreams motivated by her father, who is unnamed and seen once in a brief flashback during "This Wish" and mentioned only a couple times. Meanwhile, her mother and paternal grandfather, like her, are archetypes, providing support to her until she challenges the king. However, when the king himself reveals his nature, they support her. They don't have any specific characterization outside of her grandfather's wish to make a song to inspire the next generation (which IS super vague, to Magnifico's point, and kinda cheating in an artistic sense), and Asha's mom's own wish is never stated. They feel very flat and cheap; they could've easily been replaced by Asha's friend group.

In my opinion, I feel like the perfect idea for a Disney anniversary movie is to make Asha either love or despise fairy tales, and while it may scream "I'm not like other protagonists" at first, I'd go with the latter. Asha being someone who doesn't care for fairy tales and considers them misleading (seemingly because they make achieving a fairy tale ending sound easier than it is, but in actuality she's concerned that her actions and words are more equated with a fairy tale villain) but comes to love and appreciate them encapsulates the Disney company's message of having dreams. Charlotte's love for fairy tales helps her overcome her own selfishness in order to support her friend, and Asha realizing how powerful dreams are and that wishes carry a lot of weight (and you know, actions have consequences that you can't always avoid) would be a nice celebration of Disney's legacy.

This ended up being longer than I thought, but tell me what you think! I was also gonna use Nakoma from "Pocahontas" for the discussion (essentially making it a "What a rejected Disney princess could've learned from Disney princess' best friends" essay), but she and Charlotte are so distnct that I didn't wanna go off on two different tangents when talking about how Asha could've been written--but a sarcastic girl who likes to avoid trouble but likes to have fun still works.

#disney #disney animation #wish #asha #the princess and the frog #charlotte la bouff

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corvusalbus93 · 1 year ago

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Wish Rewrite

Once a year my aunt and her family come to visit the rest of us and we do something together. Her little daughter really wanted to see the new Disney movie, so we all went with. I have thoughts, but everything that needs to be said, probably has somewhere and that’s not why I’m here.

Just for fun I started to come up with two complete rewrites, however. One is committing to Magnifico as a sympathetic antagonist, by fleshing out his backstory and motivations more. The other is him being a more classic villain, along with the earlier concept of his wife being evil as well. Still working out the classic villain version, besides there are already several rewrites based on that premise from what I’ve seen, so that version I upload some other time, if I find the time to write it down.

One other thing to note, I feel Asha should have been a princess; of all the callbacks to classic Disney movies that would not have felt shoehorned in, how was she not a literal princess. Her family is half Iberian, half North African? Okay, Magnifico is from Iberia, we change Amaya’s design a little and have her be from Northern Africa, done. Now we can cut out grandpa and mum, who really didn’t do much in the movie, the conflict gets even more personal and we have a bit more time to flesh out the characters.

Wish with a Sympathetic Antagonist

Let’s start with the backstory:

Once upon a time, a region on the Iberian Peninsula suffered under a horrible drought. The citizens begged for rain, until one night a star fell from the skies, to which the people felt drawn to. It seemed like their prayers had been answered, as even their deepest wishes began to manifest in close enough proximity and people figured out, the star’s power could also make them come true. But not all wishes were benign. Some people were suddenly forced against their will to love another, others became incurably sick as if cursed, others yet wished for power and soon fought those with the same ambitions. Or to claim the star for themselves.

A young Magnifico left to find a way to stop this madness and save his home, but when he returned a sorcerer his country had already gone up in flames and was completely devastated, all but abandoned. He trapped the star in a crystal, vowing to safeguard it until he found a way to be rid of it for good. Since the star is sentient, he was unwilling to simply destroy it (that’s more of a last option), but people were literally going mad over this power, so something had to be done, or other kingdoms would suffer the same fate. He moved to an island in the Mediterranean, but people found their way there, feeling drawn to the place, because the star’s powers were not completely concealed, it’s too powerful, more so than Magnifico actually, and even wishes still manifested as the orbs we’ve seen in the movie.

Magnifico kept the star itself a secret, and decided to collect the wishes, carefully granting only those he deemed safe, without dooming the island, haunted by what had happened to his home. It borders a bit on paranoia, like when seeing a wish, his first thought is “how can this be harmful?” and more often than not, he comes up with a scenario in his head, where even a benign seeming wish has some horrible consequence. He honestly doesn’t like fulfilling them, as a selection process is usually unfair in some way or another, aside from being time-consuming, while granting everything or the wrong thing could lead to disaster. Plus, he only has very limited control on how the star fulfills the wish, which means that in some cases the star acts like a monkey’s paw. Like you wish for money, but there is a difference between finding some hidden treasure in your backyard or your parents suddenly dying and leaving it to you in their will.

The star isn’t a malicious spirit though; it simply does its thing, granting the wish, but just like water, seeking the way of least resistance. It doesn’t have an understanding of good and evil. Best Magnifico can do is find specific enough wishes, or use his own magic to make them specific enough, so the star has less room for catastrophic interpretations. When granting wishes he does it as a show, and he knows how to put one on, to keep the people happy/content, so they let him continue his work in peace, rather than beg for every little thing, and pretends like it’s his magic doing it, to preserve order. He’s worried that if he loses control, or others learn of the star, everyone will go mad over this power again.

Still, he loves the adoration he receives. He was too late to save his home country, he failed in what he set out to do, when he first became a sorcerer, but here not only does he get to use his powers for their intended purpose, but is also celebrated for it.

However he needed help. After all, now there was a country to run; not his area of expertise, so Magnifico reached out to the nearest realms. He eventually made friends with a king/sultan in northern Africa, who helped him build his island into a proper kingdom and soon Magnifico fell in love with the sultan’s daughter, Amaya. Lucky for him she was also quickly smitten with him and after one of his visits returned with him to the island as his wife. Rosas soon thrived, developing into a trading hub, Magnifico could focus more on the star again, even began collecting other dangerous artifacts for safekeeping. And eventually, the happy couple had a daughter, Asha.

Now to the real meat, the actual story:

Asha grew up quite happy, but with very busy parents. They run the country, her mother actually being quite involved as well, to give Magnifico more time to deal with any magical problems that arise (and I very much include mythical monsters in that list) and his studies around the star. They still love her (and of course each other) dearly, but their parenting leaves something to be desired, in some areas.

Her dad, who is afraid of what will happen if he himself messes up, can be a bit perfectionistic and thus has little patience for his own or other people’s mistakes. That, along with him not trusting people that much (aside from his wife), leads to him having a “I know best”-attitude and a bit of vanity. Her parents do also have somewhat high expectations, when it comes to their daughter, teaching her early on how to act proper and starting to prepare her for role as princess and future Queen.

Let’s cut down the number of close friends (two or three will probably suffice), animal side-kick optional, and have the rest of the supporting cast be adults, mostly members of the castle’s staff, some of which spent more time with Asha as a kid than her actual parents. Now, once Asha is old enough, her father begins to teach her a bit of magic, something she was always fascinated by and honestly she just wants to spend more time with him. But since she’s still a kid she uses it in more playful manners, like concealing herself during hide-&-seek-games, which would also be a great opportunity to show Magnifico’s sillier and caring side. A scene to really show us that he loves his daughter and spending time with her, when he isn’t preoccupied with ten other things.

Once Asha becomes a teenager (still younger than she is in the movie), she’s ready to learn more and her father shows her what he’s been working on all these years. A spell that will banish the star back to the heavens. His work is almost completed; he only needs to figure out the final lines of the spell he’s been creating, one capable of overpowering the star, which has been able to resist his magic so far. Remember, he trapped it using a crystal, not via spell. He tells her what the star does, enticing people when they sense its presence, drawing out the deepest wishes to the surface until they manifest as one of those whish-orbs. Only then you can use the star’s power directly to make the wish within come true, though it’s not always certain how it comes true or if there will be a consequence, which finally explains to her why her father doesn’t make more wishes come true, something that had always bothered her as a kid.

The orbs are also the reason why most adults in the kingdom seem complacent, as many are simply waiting for theirs to come true during one of the ceremonies. They haven’t forgotten their wishes though, just lack the drive to pursue them, but returning them to the people is fruitless anyway, as soon enough the wish only gets drawn out again. So, they need to be kept save; destroy an orb and the wish within is destroyed as well, forever, and that’s when they forget. She now also understands why the star’s room was always so alluring, despite only know learning about it; until now, she, like the citizens, thought it was Magnifico’s own magic.

In addition he warns her to be careful, when she studies, as there are plenty of dangerous books that either hold unsafe spells, evil spirits, or harm those using or even just reading them. They are locked up in their own room for a reason, no touching, better yet, don’t even enter that section. Asha is certain she can hear something whispering, before he closes the door again, but hopes she’s imagining it. When she asks, why he keeps them in the first place, he explains that there are saver here, than out there in the wrong hands. He sees them as a similar threat to the star, so he collects any he finds. Unfortunately, destroying them would only unleash the powers held within, which could be devastating, so it’s a problem he can focus on, once the star has been dealt with. He tells/teaches her, in case he should not be able to finish his work in his lifetime and needs someone he can trust to continue in his stead. He doesn’t want to pass this burden on to her, but he has to prepare for that eventuality.

Asha is determined to meet all lofty expectations her parents have and continues studying, learning more spells and how her father managed to trap the star in the first place. Seeing her father continue to struggle with his research, even seeing him fail in sending the star back and literally losing sleep over it, Asha eventually gets the idea to wish for the star to return to the heavens (remember she younger in this version); surely such a simple wish won’t have consequences or will be fulfilled in a convoluted way. She also hopes that once the star is gone, her dad will finally be free from this burden, and maybe in the end both her parents will have more time to spend with their daughter…as a family. So, one night she sneaks out, to the room where her father keeps the trapped star, dispels the wards (using her father’s books/notes) and breaks in.

However, as she tries to draw out that one specific wish by force, so the star can fulfill it, she messes up. At first she draws out the wrong orb, as her deepest wish is technically her family being together, sending the star back is just a means to it. Which is also why she doesn’t use that orb; if the star fulfills that wish by making her father just forget or not care about the star, it would be bad for everyone.

Thus, she lets the orb float away for now, but as she tries harder, she accidently draws the star out of the crystal instead and it disappears into the night. Asha panics and is terrified to tell her parents, especially her father, as many kids are, when they mess up. Therefore, she gets her best friends to help instead and goes after the star, hoping to recapture it in another crystal before it can do any damage, or people go mad over it.

Magnifico of course is alerted about the break in and doesn’t suspect his daughter, because he can’t believe she would be that foolish (he hasn’t been around kids that much) and panics when not only the star is gone, but Asha as well. His conclusion is that someone, possibly another sorcerer, broke in, stole the star, and has his daughter as a hostage, because evil magic-wielders kidnapping princesses is kind of a thing in fairy tales. He begins his search, enforces a lockdown, so no one can come across the star or whoever stole it, and creates a spell-circle around the island, like a seal, so no one can enter or leave without his say-so. Amaya tries to calm him down, tells him how he’s rushing to the worst possible conclusions again, but he’s already having flashbacks to what happened in his home country, his family there, and now not just the kingdom is on the line, but his daughter…rational thinking is becoming difficult. He lost everything once already, and that was before he was a parent. He departs promising to get their daughter back and claiming that he would destroy the star before letting anything happen to her. Amaya flinches at that, since she also knows that the star is a sentient being, but knowing that in this state arguing with him won’t help, just reassures him in the calmest possible manner (despite her own worries/fears) that she trust him and has no doubt he’ll get Asha back safe.

Meanwhile, Asha and friends catch up with the star, which is granting wishes to random people in the countryside and it’s causing a bit of chaos. They even see what happens when an orb gets destroyed; one man grabs another’s wish and literally crushes it in a fit of anger, the other person suddenly collapsing, looking absolutely distraught, color draining from their face like they just lost a loved one. Asha uses some of the spells she knows to make them fall asleep, stopping them from fighting each other, hopefully until she can sort this mess out. But in trying to calm those people down, the star escapes again and the hunt continues. Her friends also suggest maybe just telling her father, because he is the expert in dealing with magical problems, but Asha is determined to handle this, to proof herself. And she’s still scared/ashamed for betraying his trust.

Magnifico arrives a bit later and wakes up the villagers, trying to get some information, but they can’t tell him much, other than the star passing through, and he has those altered by the wish-magic brought to the castle, so they can be fixed up at a later point. Right now he needs to find that star and his daughter. In the meantime, Amaya finds Asha’s wish orb floating in the corner of the star-room, and sees her daughter’s deepest wish, taken aback to see the three of them just united, though quickly admits to herself that they haven’t been the best/most attentive parents. And she starts to suspect that Asha was responsible for the break in, wondering how desperate she was.

Outside the cat-&-mouse game continues for a bit (probably a good place for a song & montage); star makes random wishes true, Asha fixes what she can, Magnifico arrives to see the aftermath. He’s getting ever more frustrated, because he can’t find the thief, the star or his daughter and he sees many rather selfish wishes having come true. There are also some actual positive wishes, like someone having recovered from a long illness, but since it hasn’t harmed anyone/is causing chaos, he doesn’t notice it.

Eventually, Asha catches the star and tries to get it back into a crystal she brought with her for just that purpose…but she can’t bring herself to do it, as during her pursuit she’s figured out the star isn’t merely some magical object, but a sentient, shape-shifting being, which is really happy to be moving freely again. Though as cute and friendly as it is, she’s certain it would be happier in the skies, not trapped and used by humans. Her friends by now are also convinced that the star is too dangerous to stay around, and they discuss how many of the good things it has done, could have been done without its magic. Still, Asha tries talking to the star and though it can’t talk back, it can communicate via shape shifting, and she finds out the star is actually scared of Magnifico, since he trapped it, and has always resented it.

Shortly after, Asha notices her father nearby, and uses her magic to hide them (call-back to the hide and seek games),because she feels so close to fixing this mess, and doesn’t want to confront him until she’s made up for her mistake. She’s surprised her spell was powerful enough, once he’s gone again, only to realize that the star helped her out. Asha now plans to sneak back into the castle and use her father’s spell herself, hoping the star trust her enough not to fight the magic like it did when her father attempted it.

Unfortunately, Magnifico becomes so desperate that he goes back to the castle, arriving first, and gets one of the really dangerous books out. He hesitates, but assures himself that the spirit bound within only demands a price from the person using it; better him than the entire kingdom and his family. Besides, it’s only for one night, if all goes as planned.

The spirit trapped within the pages demands to know what he wants, and Magnifico tells it that he needs the spells to summon the star stolen from him, and get rid of it. The spirit explains that this requires power; it will share its own with Magnifico, until the star is dealt with and as a price will take some of the sorcerers powers away. Magnifico hesitates for a moment, before glancing at a picture of his family that he keeps in his study and agrees. The spirit merges with him and they conduct a ritual, capable of overpowering and summoning the star. But it’s draining Magnifico both physically and mentally. His hair changes from greying to the pure white we saw in the concept art, and the spirit’s malicious side begins to poison his thoughts.

Since Asha is holding star, she gets dragged along with it, leaving her friends behind. Magnifico is shocked and disappointed, when he finds out his daughter is responsible for the whole mess and didn’t tell him, which then turns to anger, amplified by the spirit. Queen Amaya, who has been informed that Magnifico is back, joins the two, and noticing the change in her husband, tries her best to get through to him, getting between him and their daughter. Unfortunately, he locks them both up, before she has a chance to show him Asha’s wish, while he “fixes” everything, speaking with a voice that isn’t quite his own. The deal was to summon the star and then get rid of it, after all, and the spirit is intent on upholding its end of the bargain, acting very much like the metaphorical devil on Magnifico’s shoulder.

Locked in together mother and daughter have a much needed heart-to-heart, during which Asha apologizes for everything and explains why she did what she did. Her mother also apologizes for spending so little time with her and the pressure they put Asha under. Amaya shows her the orb she found and as they both hold it promises her daughter they will make this right together (hugs, tears, all the good stuff). Asha’s friends have made it back to the castle by then, free the two and together they go to get Magnifico back to his senses.

They find him in the library, where he’s preparing a spell that will destroy the star. At this point he’s so done with the star, with all of it, after wasting most of his life on that thing. It destroyed everything and everyone he cared about, when he was young, now its keeping him from his family, a constant threat that is stealing away his life, forcing him to deal with everyone’s wishes but his own (yes, he too has a wish orb, because he’s been closer to the star than anyone else and for longer…and different from the citizens he sees it daily, is constantly reminded of what he can’t have). He sacrificed everything to keep them all save and in return he constantly has to worry about people abusing the star, betraying him…even his own daughter. Magnifico doesn’t know what her true intentions were at this point and the spirit is whispering in his mind to keep him on track, also reasoning that destroying the star is the only way to make sure it can never cause harm again…and with all the resentments and trauma Magnifico has, he listens. It ends tonight.

As he begins the spell, the star quivers and so do the wish orbs, causing the people they belong to (among them Asha herself) to experience pain. He does too, but fueled by the spirit he pushes through. Asha tries to reason with her father despite this, apologizing to him, reminding him how the star is a living being, but he’s dismissive, his voice even more alien to her and as she approaches he pushes her aside with magic, knocking her into one of the shelves. Her mum cries out, also trying to stop her husbands, but fares no better. He doesn’t even seem to care he’s hurting people, just coldly states that everything is better than have the whole kingdom burn down or worse countless others, should the star get loose ever again.

(You may have noticed the escalation of the “better x than y”-argumentation)

Amaya shouts to him that he’s hurting their daughter, which makes him hesitate just long enough to interrupt the spell. But it doesn’t last.

Meanwhile, a friend helps Asha back on her feet, but she notices one of the books she crashed into, the one containing the spell her father used to trap the star, which gives her an idea. At first she uses it to try to get the star into the crystal she still has, but Magnifico’s grip on it is too strong. So, desperate to save the people of Rosas, their wishes, the star, seeing her father so twisted that he’s hurting everyone he cares about, she heavy heartedly decides to trap him instead. She casts the spell, her mum hugs Magnifico, so he can’t raise his arms for a counter spell and a friend wrestles the staff from his hand.

Asha succeeds despite the pain she’s in and her father is now trapped in her crystal.

Asha tells the star that she will send it home now, not sure if it really understands, so gestures to the night sky to make her intentions clear. The star trusts her, thus doesn’t fight the spell as it did with Magnifico, and so, using her father’s staff, she sends it back to the heavens, reappearing in the night sky for all to see. This also causes the wish orbs to return to the people, as nothing is keeping them manifested any longer. Asha and Amaya also get to see Magnifico’s wish, before the orb merges with the crystal he’s trapped in…and it’s the exact same as Asha’s. The three of them together. Happy.

The people get their drive back, the kingdom turning into a much more vibrant place, in the weeks after, as people now strife to fulfill their dreams on their own. Asha keeps studying to help the people affected by the star’s magic and she vows to find a way to free her father from the corruptive spirit that has taken hold of him. Something she feels very much responsible for and due to the bargain the spirit won’t leave, since Magnifico wasn’t the one to deal with the star. Amaya is supporting her daughter, assuring her that this wasn’t all her fault, how all three of them allowed things to get to this point. Now it’s up to them to make their shared wish of a united family come true together.

It’s not an entirely happy ending, but sometimes actions have long lasting consequences. Sometimes it takes time to fix everything, you have to keep working on it and not give up.

This would also keep the door open to a sequel, in which a now older Asha (pretty much movie Asha in age) could go travel, searching for a way to save her father and set him free.

#disney wish #wish 2023 #wish rewrite #king magnifico #asha wish #queen amaya #princess asha

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thebrightestwitchofherage · 1 year ago

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Another day another patronising idiot who’s spouting out utter nonsense ✨

Please do your research before you try to explain my people’s history to me, under my posts 😂

1) there are plenty archeological and historical of evidence supporting that you have been in the land since at least 2000 BC.

2)most Israelis and Jews aren’t white . By saying that you’re

A) ignorant

B) denying the existence of Sephardic and mirazhi Jews, Middle Eastern Jews, Asian Jews, Ethiopian Jews,North African Jews, etc… - all living together equally and peacefully in Israel.

3) Middle Eastern Jews aren’t Palestinians, they’re Jews. Jews were considered Palestinians by the British mandate in 1917-1948, but even then there was a clear separation between Jews and Arabs in the sense of identity.

4)Judaism isn’t only a religion, it’s an ethnicity as well.

5)the term Palestine was coined by Greek conquers at the fifth century, and only adopted by Arabic people as a identity after Israel’s founding.

6) terror attackes are a pebble? Really? Tell that to the thousands of civilians murdered for being Jewish. No one deserves that, and if you think that, your sense of reality is twisted.

7) “self appointed authorities like the un”? H u h

Even if you don’t want to acknowledge the UN existence and authority, which is crazy,

There were plenty of other times we have been giving the approval of establishing modern Israel: the peel committee, Balfour’s declaration. The British who previously conquered the land agreed… I could go on..

Also, most of the lands that were no longer held by Jews, were legally bought by Jews before they built on them.

8) you clearly, don’t know that after Jews have been exiled from their occupied homeland, they illegally immigrating to Israel, whenever they could ( Aka making an Aaliyah) . That happened long before ‘48.

I guess you’re trying to refer to how the holocaust survivors in my family came back to Israel after the war has ended.

Some survived concentration camps. All of them came alone After 99% of their family were killed by the Nazis. Their belongings stolen and houses squatted in.

Keep in mind- they weren’t allowed to do so before that.

It baffles me how some people don’t understand basic history and concepts before commenting such nonsense on social media.

Fellow Jews/ Israelis, you’re welcome to add your thoughts, this is absolutely ridiculous …

#israel #jewish #israeli #jewblr #טאמבלר ישראלי #ישראל #hamas is isis #ישראלי #עברית #גאווה ישראלית #מוזיקה ישראלית #טאמבלר עברית #טאמבלר עברי #jewish history

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kevinsdsy · 11 months ago

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headcanons – nabil mahmoud, #17: junior

nabil mahmoud was only mentioned like three times in the sunshine court and of course i had to immediately built my own headcanons around him so here we go i guess hehe

first, and foremost, nabil mahmoud is a north african man 🫡 my original headcanon was for him to be a moroccan man (self projecting), but since i’m fancasting ameziane as nabil, i’ve moved on from moroccan to algerian.

nabil is muslim !! i think this was quite obvious from the book, since it was mentioned he’s the last one on the court, because he couldn’t gear up until after prayers, but it’s so important to me i want to acknowledge it <333

now moving on to a bit a more controversial topic since he’s muslim. i also headcanon him to have a situationship with tony. because i’m nothing without my lgbt muslim headcanons (i did it first with laila dermott and nabil mahmoud is my second victim)

i might do a whole other post about tony & nabil headcanons but let me start easy off

also tony is one of the trojans assistant’s and idek how old the assistants are supposed to be but for the sake of my own sanity and headcanons lets say tops 2 years older so i can live within my own delusions hehe.

even though nabil is an exy player for the trojans he’s actually really good when it comes to playing football (soccer) too, since he grew up playing football on the streets with his childhood friends and father.

daddy issues !! because what are we without our daddy issues.

he’s got a great bond with his mother though, he talks a lot with her on the phone, but he rarely visits due to avoiding his father.

most summers he’s everywhere and nowhere but last year he’s stayed with tony and his family (subtly pushing my situationship agenda).

since it’s confirmed he studies architecture he dreams off bringing his own modern switch to north african architecture (it’s STUNNING he has a vision)

religious trauma due to him dealing with his sexuality, been there done that.

since nabil and cat are juniors they’re actually really close friends. and as i said before i headcanon to laila to be a sapphic muslim. so i imagine cat and nabil grew closer together when he opened up about his sexuality and his feelings with religion.

laila is his standing pillar within the trojans they’re besties in my mind.

#anyways if anyone cares about my tony & nabil headcanons lemme know 🫡#i’ll probably write about them anyways even if no one cares LMAO #nabil mahmoud #all for the game #aftg #the sunshine court #tsc #algerian #north african #exy dealer (just putting this tag here so i don’t forget myself)

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bonpocalypse · 2 years ago

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can you please tell me your headcanons for the nationalities of the twst boys pretty pretty please 🥺 also any other headcanons you have!!!

I love love love nationality headcanons, they're so fun to think of!! A reminder that these are my headcanons, I'm not here to start arguments. If anything does come across as offensive/innapropriate please let me know! I'll gladly fix it :)

For the most part, I based the Twst Character's nationalities off of where their stories take place (I'm not all that skilled in headcanons, apologies!!)

Alright, going in dorm order here:

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts: Icelandic/Britsh

I have him as Icelandic purely because of LeafSheep's "Begin at the Beginning," the King Said!! Nordic Heartslabyul has my heart. and ofc since Heartslabyul is based on Alice in Wonderland, he's half-British in my headcanons

Ace Trappola: British

Alice in Wonderland :)

I don't have much to say about Ace, I kinda don't think about him all that much

Deuce Spade: Irish

In coming up with nationality headcanons, I wanted to explore more areas in the British Isles for the Heartslabyul students and eventually decided on Deuce being Irish! I had more reasonings but its 5 am and I cannot think for the love of me.

Cater Diamond: American with English/German heritage

I see myself in Cater. He's one of my highest kins, so he's 100% from West Coast USA. It also makes a lot of sense he'd be American looking at how similar some nations in the Twisted Wonderland universe are to nations in our own world! Pyroxene is really similar to the United States from what I've researched, and Cater's valley accent in the English version of the game really hits the mark :)

As for his heritage, he's English because of Alice in Wonderland and German because I feel it fits him very well

Trey Clover: British

I don't think about Trey often enough sorry :(((

I love him though he's so silly

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar: Kenyan

The Lion King takes place in the Kenya area, and so I put him there!

Jack Howl: American with Kenyan/French heritage

Another Pyroxien!

Kenyan because Savanaclaw was based on the Lion King and that's set in Kenya

French because I have a sneaking suspicion Jack is based on the wolves from Beauty and the Beast

Ruggie: South African

Ruggie was hard to find a headcanon for, but I eventually just took someone else's headcanon that said he is South African

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto: Italian/French/Danish

All come from where the Little Mermaid is set in both the movie form and the Hans Christian Andersen form. The movie itself was set in the Mediterranean Sea, and I headcanon Azul's family to be from around the Nice, France area of the Mediterranean

Danish comes into play from the original source material for The Little Mermaid and the fact that the Coral Sea in Twst gets cold. Also to note, the Coral Sea on the map of Twisted Wonderland is close to the coast of the Queendom of Roses, which is pretty far north!

Jade and Floyd Leech: Danish

Putting these two together because twins

Pretty much the same reasonings as Azul, the book's settings and the Coral Sea :)

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim: Saudi Arabian

I'm going to be so honest, I don't think about Scarabia like... at all. So for Kalim, I'm going straight out of where Aladdin is supposed to be set

That also came as a problem, because the movie has a habit of mashing Middle Eastern cultures together. Though I did find that the movie takes place in the Arabian Desert which narrows where Aladdin was filmed to a myriad of countries, one of which is Saudi Arabia

I decided to go with Saudi Arabia since a majority of the desert does reside within that country.

Jamil Viper: Saudi Arabian/South Asian

Same thing as for my headcanons with Kalim, and I got the South Asian headcanon from a mutual on TikTok

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit: American with German heritage

Hollywood star here, folks!

German heritage because of Snow White's setting :)

Epel Felmier: Finnish

Ok for this headcanon I went off of the Harveston event

(hey future Bon edit here when its not 5 am and running off of no sleep)

Rook Hunt: Australian

This headcanon is for shits and giggles

It's a running joke between me and my friend that Rook is not French and is faking the accent to sound more "beautiful"

I don't know why we chose Australia specifically but it came to fruition

He can't speak proper French he's literally calling Vil the King of Fish

Ignihyde

Idia and Ortho Shroud: Greek

Hercules is set in Greece!

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia: French

For Diasomnia I went off of movie settings once again, and Sleeping Beauty is heavily implied to be set in France!

I really feel like I should explain more but that's really most of my headcanons for them, where their movies are set

Silver: French

Silver is tough to pin down since we don't know if he's even originally from the Briar Valley, but I went with French as well

Sebek Zigvolt: French/German

(Bon please please please come back to this)

Lilia Vanrouge: French

I actually have so many nationality headcanons on this dude its not even funny

I imagine him as French, Romanian, and Dutch

And for funnies:

Royal Sword (and Rollo) (excluding the dwarves)

Neige LeBlanche: American with German/Finnish Heritage

Che'nya: British/Russian

Rollo Flamm: French

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