#that is not a universal white person experience

[pleasantly-painful-fiction]

Most of my whumpees are either Japanese, unspecified, or not human. Two are white & French. Not sure how the younger one would identify though. Most of them live in alternate universes or a fantasy world, and some of them live in societies or time periods where skin color doesn't have much effect on a person's experiences, so it's not worth mentioning.

My favorite OC whumpee isn't human, but I still identify him as Japanese. His human parts look Japanese.

All my whumpees are male because I guess I just prefer to keep my fictional characters removed from myself in that way. But gender in their society isn't always viewed the same way or have a significant effect on one's life experiences. For some of the non-human characters, their species only has one gender/sex, or there's almost no physical or mental difference between the genders/sexes. I don't know. I like to create worlds and societies where skin color (for humans), sexuality, and gender aren't a big focus... or just keep it out of the story, so it's not always specified. Only side characters ever end up being straight though... oop?

honestly there needs to be more diversity in whump

mainly because i'm sick of hearing about people's cis white male whumpees HAVE SOME ORIGINALITY

when all your whumpees look the same its rly hard for me to care about any of them

if you have a main whumpee who isn't a cis white male pleaaase comment or reblog with some infodumping bc i'd love to hear about them!

[theyellowhedgehog]

Candy Cigarettes

Ripple Effect Au

An AU of reverse robin where Damian is the oldest, and became a hero Gotham need. Tim is the second oldest that became the Grandmaster of Court of Owl. Jason in the middle and Dick the youngest. None of them became robin, except for Dick.This is the a parallel universe of reverse robin.

Timeline Setting :

After the joker incident, where Tim came back and had became the Grandmaster of Court of Owl. Tim is 21, Damian is 23.

Character description :

#reverse robin #damian is the oldest #Tim is the second #Dick is the only robin #Jason todd #parallel universe #complicate feelings #Bruce never adopted Tim

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6 Years ago, April

Damian entered the furnished penthouse on the 32 floor building. Damian was 23. He walked into the messy penthouse, all the spreadsheet, everywhere, disorganised on the desk, the floor, the coffee table and the kitchen island.

"Tim?" He called out to his best friend. Damian walked over to the balcony to see the younger man taking a smoke break. Tim turned around as acknowledge and went back to smoking.

Tim's hair was starting to grow back black, it no longer grew the toxic green, and the color of his skin returned as well.

Damian walked over to his younger brother/ best friend, plucked out the cigarette from his mouth and replaced it with something else.

Tim's eyebrows went up in surprised, "Strawberry milk flavour?"

"Yeah," Damian took out two more packet of candy cigarettes. "Sour apple and yoghurt. Take two each day, once in the morning and once in night. They could ease the pain like nicotine but just less deadly."

"You know," Tim leaned on the balcony railing as he chewed on the strawberry flavoured candy. "Shouldn't you be doing something more important than making candy cigarettes for me?"

"You are something important to me, Tim." Damian didn't miss a beat in answering.

Tim's thin lips wobble, and turned his head to the view, "Well, your other siblings didn't think that at all."

"Tim, look at me." Damian seriously looked into his brother's eyes.

"When I first arrived at Gotham, I had no one. My father observed me with doubt in his eyes as if I was a ticking time bomb. The society treated me as I was a trail of gunpowder waiting to go off. The school treated me as I was a freak. It was because of you that make everything much bearable."

Damian went silent as he watches Tim eyes, sincerely he said, "So, I would rather you live and make my world bearable than died from lung cancer in 20 years or so."

Tim just huffed a laugh, "You just don't want the children (Jason, Dick and Barbara) to get second smoking."

Damian smirked, "That too."

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6 Years ago, July

"This has to be a joke..." Damian slowly sat on a lonely patch of land. It had no grass, no mourning bouquet nor a gravestone to identify which dead person laid here.

"Tim." He crouched down, hands white from fisting the dirt, and mourned--with a shaking voice, "I rather you lived 20 years and died of lung cancer!"

"Fucking come back to me Tim!"

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Now , July 19th

"Please," A man with a lab coat and beard whispered into his hands.

The digital clock read 5:00, 19 July

The scientist bloodshot eyes looked at the clock, "I will make sure you live a life you deserved Tim." He pressed the button.

In front of him, the experiment capsure lit up. The capsule was filled with green fluid as the bubbles raised to the tops. Amidst all the fluid was a boy, he was bare of clothes. The skin was pale from long exposure without sunlight, his hair as dark as the night.

The green eyes' of the scientist observed the reaction of the boy closely, not daring to take his eyes off even for a second. However, the boy never opened his eyes.

Damian Wayne is accomplished in many fields. He created vaccines against fear gas and joker venom. However, he struggle to create a boy.

No, that was wrong. Creating a human is easy.

Damian approached the capsule, put his hands on the cool glass. He is now 29. It had been 6 years since that day.

"Cloning experiment, 06 Failed." His crisp voice cut through the quiet lab. The man fell to his knee, hands balled his dark hair tightly. "Why won't it work!" The back of his head bang against the glass in frustration as he looked up the white fluorescent light.

"All the previous five experiments failed because recreating a clone from the original DNA was not possible. This time I made him just like the league had made me," His fist banged the cold metal flooring.

"Why hasn't he woken up!"

"Tim!" Damian called to the clone in despair, "Please, I cannot do this, you need to wake up!" a grown up man curled up under the foot of the capsule, "Brother, please wake up for me."

Damian shut his eyes in resignment--leaning against the capsule, facing away from it. He looked at his messy laboratory. Damian's lab was never messy. It used to be always clean and neat, every research and test tubes were organised. But for the last 6 years, papers and spreadsheets are everywhere, broken pile of glass on the floor still not cleaned up, some unknown substances spilled on the desk, on his coat. But the mourning man couldn't care for it.

"You know," He talked to the unconscious boy, " The reason you are experiment 06 is because, I have only tried cloning you six times. Each experiment for each year, with a hope that you would wake up on your birthday. Just like a rebirth."

"One day, I will perfect you, Tim. So don't you worry." The scientist turned to face two bright blue eyes staring at him.

"Shit!" Damian clutched his chest as he jumped back from the capsule. Inside, the boy was fully conscious--waving at him, with a small smile.

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It has been 3 days since Tim woke up.

Tim, now all dressed, sat on the couch. It was pretty weird if you asked him because he was 10 years old again.

The young boy watched his older brother busied himself in the kitchen, humming along the tune of the cartoon show Tim had had on the TV. Tim looked down at his real and warm hand.

Yeah, it is pretty weird.

He's still getting used to being alive again. It took time to adjust his new self, he had a head full of black hair on his head and his face, there was no scar.

Tim thought for a moment, "Hey, Damian." Tim continued when Damian replied with a hum, "How did I still have my memories when you don't have Bruce's memories?"

Damian turned around with a grey apron tied around his neck, "That's because I modified the original. While I do not have Father's memories, I do have his muscle memories."

Tim huh-ed at the explanation. "Then I guessed we are now blood related now right? Real brothers?" As he gave a cheesy grin.

Tim pointed at his older brother, "You also have like 94% of Bruce's DNA, and I" He pointed at himself, "You also made me with 5 % of Bruce's DNA."

"5.99%" Damian corrected.

"Well," Damian stalled as he plated their breakfast, "Biologically, yes... Legally?" Damian glanced at Tim, "He didn't give me consent to make you with his DNA."

"WHAT?!"

FINISHED

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Extra : "It's fine, I'll gaslight him into accepting you as his son...somehow." Damian placed the plate to the other corner of the table, "Now, come eat. You body still need food." "Dami-an, " Tim ate the pancake, and tried to talked with a full mouth. "Don't take with your mouth full. It's disgusting." The older brother tsked. Tim swallowed his food aggressively and said with a mischievous grin, "Do you want to play a prank on Bruce?" Tim raised his fork to the middle of the table. Damian smirked at the thought, and raised his own fork and clank it against his younger brother. You better watch out, Bruce. Your oldest children are scheming.

A/N

2024 Fanfic Prompt Bingo : Clone

This is also part of my ripple effect au, killing two birds in one stone.

I don't think I will finish this bingo, but I have a feeling I will carry on to 2025. I have draft up prompts for power rangers and Pacific rim, but I haven't published it because the plot is not to my satisfaction yet. Hopefully, the stories will have a beautiful tied up end.

See 2024 Fanfic Prompt Bingo Post for my other bingo fics.

[nothorses]

i'm about 6 months on T and i really like the things that are happening to me, but i hate how "political" being trans is right now. i keep overthinking everything, like "maybe i should have waited" or "this was a dangerous thing to do right now."

but if society wasn't weird about trans people i'd embrace my transition wholeheartedly. i love the body hair especially haha. i know this is kind of a broad ask, but how do i stop feeling so scared? or i guess, how to stop caring about how other people are seeing me? do you have any tips or advice?

I live in a super trans-friendly area, and work in a super trans-friendly field/encouragement (education/super progressive nonprofit orgs) so I am perhaps not the best person to ask, unfortunately!

I will still offer that my experience has been that even my conservative family, and conservative people I have worked with, don't really want to raise a fuss about it. These are folks who are maybe more "fiscally conservative" types, or libertarian "do what you want & let me hate you for it in peace" types, both more typical of rural PNW. But even my bornagain MAGA uncle who likes to pick fights with me on everything else just sort of, like, avoids the topic & goes with it. I think a lot of it has to do with keeping the peace among more accepting family (like his parents/my grandparents), and a lot of it has to do with a genuine desire not to lose relationships altogether. I think a lot of people really do re-evaluate some of their beliefs when it comes to real life, high stakes interactions and relationships.

and even before T, I was passing as a man in conservative areas. People didn't want to see a trans person when they saw me, so they just... didn't. they chose to believe I was a boy or a young man, maybe a little weird, but not in any way that was their business. I had an extended conversation with an older veteran in a conservative area where he asked me if I was military, referred to me as a young man, etc. and I was very much pre-T (and boy I was NOT masculine in any way but clothes & hair, I promise you). people see what they want to see, and they typically do not want to see trans people, even if it does occur to them that trans people exist at all.

again, I've been really lucky in terms of where I am and who I spend my time around! I know my experiences are not remotely universal, and a lot of this also has to do with my being young, thinner/average weight, and white. just to say that even in a more polarized time, the average person simply does not want to engage in confrontation any more than you do.

all that said, I'd love to hear from folks in the notes who can add some of their experiences, perspectives, and words of wisdom!

[vaspider]

Feisty Lady Anger and other things about me you hate

My mother prizes her anger, for all that she doesn't express it openly. I tell stories about her spiteful, steel-spined responses to people who told her, "You can't do that," and I point to them as Why I Am How I Am. Her father told her he wouldn't pay for her college because "women only go to earn the MRS degree," and she could "get married and have babies" without college. In response, Mom got her bachelor's in Mathematics in 1970 on her own dime, back in the days when in-state students didn't pay tuition at state schools (just another thing Reagan ruined). She worked and paid for her books and housing, got her degree, paid for her own wedding because he wouldn't do that either. Taught school, got her Master's, had three kids, started her Ph.D. with 3 under 6 and became a professor when the youngest was 5.

Tell me I can't, my mom told the world, and I'll show you that I can. I won't just do it, I'll become a department head and a Distinguished Professor and retire after 30 years of teaching other math teachers with a list of achievements as long as my arm.

There is an anger that runs deep in the women in my family. Tell me I can't, and I'll show you I can. Show me injustice and I'll tear at it with my teeth and hands, staring you down while I do. Backwards and in heels.

I can't tell you the moment I crossed out of Feisty Lady Anger in the eyes of the people close to me, but I can tell you the moment I noticed. Maybe it was when my voice started dropping or the growing muscles on my shoulders pulled my stance more square and upright. Maybe it was when I moved from they/them to he/they, and somehow I stepped from Diet Woman to Too Close To Man in their eyes.

It's a funny thing when all of a sudden your anger becomes real enough to be startling to people. Your anger is no longer feisty, charming, and attractive. This thing that people liked about you, that people who say they love you said they loved about you, suddenly becomes frightening, upsetting, and terrible. The way you didn't let people mow over you and fought back used to be a thing that people admired. It was actively attractive. It was one of your best qualities.

Now? It's ugly. It's disgusting. It's scary. The thing you were is gone, and now your anger is real to them.

It's in that moment that the blade cuts back towards you. You realize the reason your squared shoulders and set jaw drew people in couldn't be squared with the stubble on that jaw or the newfound strength in your arms. Feisty Lady Anger isn't real, not in the way a man's anger is real. Feisty Lady Anger is admirable, sure, but it is admirable because of its essential ineffectual nature. At most, Feisty Lady Anger fixes minor problems for the kids at school, gets the principal to back down from scolding your child when she politely asks the kid calling her a faggot on the bus if he knows what that really means, pushes a woman to achieve for her family, in appropriately neutered ways.

When you stop pretending to be a woman and become who you really are, when your anger becomes real, you realize both that the thing about you that people loved is gone and that this thing was attractive in the first place because of its ineffectiveness. Your anger wasn't scary because it wasn't real enough to be threatening.

Now you have Man Anger, and, you're told, you should apologize for that. It doesn't matter if it's the same anger you've always had, or that you're angry about the same things. It comes now in baritone, with belly hair and bellowing, and now it's both real and disgusting.

The worst part is watching it come from people you thought should know better, the people who should understand. You spent nearly 40 years being told to sit down and shut up because the men in your professional career were speaking, assured that if you just waited your turn, you'd be given a place to speak eventually, and now here you are being told within a community that claims to love and understand you, by people that claim to be in community with you and love who you are, that you actually don't have any real problems to speak about, also your Man Anger and Man Privilege (when do I get that, please?) are Scary and mean you should sit down and wait, and you'll be given a place to speak eventually.

It is the Transmasculine Catch-22: if you become Man Enough to no longer fit into Almost Lady, your anger becomes Real, which makes you realize that your anger wasn't Real before, but because it's Real now, you're not allowed to have it. And by the way, you're not allowed to be neither Man or Lady - now you're Man Enough, and that makes it all the more clear how you were simply Kirkland Signature Lady right up until the point you weren't.

There will be a few people who Fucking Get It, who don't see you as either a Failed Lady or a Broken Man, and you'll love those people all the more for their rarity. It won't take the sting out of realizing that the things people you love loved about you before now disgust and repel them, but it'll make it enough to keep going.

You couldn't stop, anyway. You've never felt more yourself, and the people who don't love you, the actual you, the real you... the loss of that hurts, but not nearly as much as the idea of pretending to be something else did.

[mabaris]

the other thing that’s astounding to me from the past week is the takes i’ve seen about varric’s hair. so many people don’t seem to know what grey hair is. so many people also saying he used to have RED hair??????

[five-of-cr]

here's the thing about matthias: he isn't the honorable, reformed hero some of the fandom seems to see him as.

yes, he was raised by a tight-knit family of comrade soldiers and decides to betray them in the end. of course that took incredible strength. i don't deny that. but we also need to recognize that the drüskelle are not just some rogue cult. they are a core part of the fjerdan government, who is trying to wipe out the grisha because they are seen as dangerous. that's literally just genocide. however indoctrinated someone is, this is something that is evil from every angle, even if the character can't or won't see it.

and look, i love a good redemption arc, but matthias is such a passive actor in his. he falls in love with nina against his will. she changes his attitudes toward grisha because she's beautiful and kind so all grisha can't be bad, right? this a classic example of the trope of separating the "good ones" from the rest, where you cherry-pick specific individuals to point to as exceptions to a group's nature, which is still implied to be evil. you have to do a lot more than fall in love to truly unearth and address the roots of bigotry.

tbh, this is my biggest critique of the books as a whole. i loathe the "love conquers all" trope that pairs together a character from the oppressed group and one from the oppressors, letting the one show the other through the power of love that being bigoted is not nice. it puts all the responsibility on the former to prove their humanity, and gives all the credit to the latter's ability to be persuaded to recognize it. and then it inevitably leads to forgiveness, because the character has "earned" it by changing their views, once again making the victim seem like the villain if they don't absolve the oppressor of their past "mistakes". also, it's incredibly unrealistic for someone to fall in love with a person who actively hates them and considers them sub-human. in real life, people have to work on their bigotry before that happens, not use the relationship as a plot device for character development.

i think the idea of writing a character like matthias is neat. i think portraying someone's struggle to throw off the suffocating, hateful dogma they've been fed all their life is a story we need more of. i think personal growth of this variety should be celebrated, because otherwise people would never change. but i don't think the people, fictional or real, get to do this without facing profound consequences. it is not enough to feel sorry. it is not enough to apologize. it is definitely not enough to fall in love. and i think writing that lets people off the hook like this grossly oversimplifies power and oppression, and ends up being a feel-good way to romanticize people who cause a lot of harm.

a last note: my opinion is 100% influenced by my being bipoc. matthias is a classic aryan supremacist, even if being aryan isn't the thing he's being supremacist about. my gut reaction to that type of character is always going to be mistrust, both because people in real life have given me reason to be mistrustful and because characters like these are often written in a way that makes you sympathize with oppressors. i don't think matthias earns that trust, and i don't see why i owe him my affection as a reader.

[despertara]

Irene bro if you see this I want you to know I've been podcasting (talking loudly and emphatically to myself) abt that Grammy Gun post for Hours. I started ranting in the rb tags and then I got so mad I started a spreadsheet on my phone Yes I have the Excel app. No I did not finish my tags

[milfbro]

I forgot how good Atlanta was asdfgjjlk

[snowstories]

[Timmy Turner voice] I wish every Links Meet AU that uses Marin as a phantom to haunt and traumatize Link goes to hell no matter what

[shinraelectricpowercom]

i think i'm Like This™ bc i've already been on the receiving end of a "well-meant" "hey uh... your takes are Too Problematic for this community... people have expressed concerns that you have Bad Opinions about sexual assault because you enjoy it in fiction" "intervention" in a different fandom, and if i'm completely honest, i'd rather everyone unfollow & block me right now immediately for being Too Annoying than ever make a post about me going "um... yikes!" as tho they're morally superior to me in any way because i said smth that is Uncomfortable To Them abt how i like sexual assault in my fantasy fiction. i am saying If You Don't Like That Person, You Won't Like Me, Do Us Both A Favor And Block Me Already so i never have to see you make a post accusing me of being [morally incorrect abt sensitive topic] bc that? is smth up with which i will not fucking put.

[awkwardhumann]

every tumblr poll is just a fun statistical representation of how white this website is

[acelaces]

Mfs will be like 'In love with the way this artist draws women' and I'm flipping thru the gallery like 'whut...whitely'

[thepenguinflash]

Hi hello yes I'm here.

I'm also very aware that I am one data point and do not represent all (or most) transmascs and just because I have access to male privilege the vast majority of the time it doesn't mean all (or most) transmascs have access to male privilege.

And is this transmasc with male privilege in the room with us?

[steviescrystals]

i will never shut up about how much i hate the college system in the us and the way it’s all about money because i genuinely love learning and i miss being in school so fucking bad but i simply cannot afford the education i want

[celestialvodka]

from Wikipedia: “Pantyhose, sometimes also called sheer tights, are close-fitting legwear covering the wearer's body from the waist to the toes.” And they are typically packaged like this:

share for a bigger sample size if you want, I guess. im not ur dad

[silouvertongues]

read everything i know about love it and kinda put me in a lil depressive mood lol ??