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smoked-salmon-official · 2 months ago

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This cliffnote yapping about our fellow nonbinary Victory,

I have to preface with this with a point of contention for me,

The meaning of cycle of abuse(or cycle of violence) got straight up gaslit by fandom culture to mean that the abused will go on to abuse other, or hurt people hurt people. That's not what it mean, it's about the stages of abuse between the abuser and the victim, not the victim turning into an abuser.

I see Victory as having a cruel and ruthless streak as a given for all variation, I mean, look at the people they are surrounded by, even for Autobot sole custody Victory, Optimus is still a military leader in active wartime, along with his High Command. A part of growing is passively learning frome the people around you how to do or react things and Victory's role models are, well, not the best.

Even in the objectively best timeline the DJD ending (well, ok, it's Autobot sole custody but it's not my favorite so, eh), Victory was raise by Megatron to be his heir, an extension of himself and then spent alot of time influence by the likes of Lockdown, Scourge and the DJD, Optimus had best like 15% influence on their life, share with his High Command.

Even if they don't intend to, Victory emulates the adults in their life, so they are going to do not so morally good things, like you know, kidnapped some guy cause they like him, not realizing that that's a super fucked thing to do, because when you willingly spend time with morally very dark people, is it any surprise that you are morally fuck up too.

Also, Victory, being a literal warborn sparkling, is very maladjusted. When Tarn scared away someone they were talking, they don't think that it's because of his repution of who he is or the fact he is covered in energon not of his own, they think it's because he being cringe and people generally don't want to deal with an overprotective guardian.

All of this to lead up to yeah, I agree they would be a horrible sibling to Tarmac, and they will be enable the DJD themselves too, passively or not, I imagine they wouldn't actually care all that much about her aisde from being the old boss kid and that Victory is invest in her since I doubt she would be very social with the band of murderers whose old head she was literal made to appease, at least Nickel is there to teach her medic stuff.

But that the thing, what drawn me to Victory in the first place is that they are not a prefect victim, they are not weak or vulnerable, or blameless in all interactions with their offenders.

They are not passive, they are not scare of their abuser, they are brimming with piss and vinegar about them. They do not need a hero to save them, they save themself, they are fury incarnated back for their vengence and damn those who stand in their way.

If they were canon character, they would be the character that get woobify or vilify to make Megatron or Optimus look better.

Hi!!

Not sure if that first part is to say in general or directed at me specifically, but if so I apologize, I’m aware of the actual meaning but yeah fandom people use it as short hand and I ran w it too

I agree with you. I tend to lean into the silly part with that part of the au, but the reality is especially after leaving cybertron Victory is surrounded by awful people. Yes they care about them but they are awful people who normalize horrific violence to them. Those are the influences they grow up around and they’re just not good influences.

I think Vicky kidnapping some fucking guy for no reason is referring to my mutuals oc with my own (non canon) but yes that is a great reflection. Vicky does fucked up things, and often does not realize they are fucked

Victory being maladjusted I agree with!! These are many things they have normalized that are not normal from actions to relationships. I think the second part is referring to a post I made about victory having no friends because tarn is overprotective- it’s funny and it’s such a hilarious mental image but it’s also a reflection of their warped view of the world

Whether intended to or not victory and tarmac is going to be a miserable relationship. The DJD has an obligation to protect tarmac because tarn is her father, but I mean tarn is dead. So how much weight does that really hold? Victory is actually quite social w djd, they DID grow up in space w these people, fight on earth with them, stay in prison, bust out, and some miscellaneous adventures after. Ofc they see victory as a stand in for tarn though they could not be more different and victory sees themself had having to prove something. It’s not totally healthy but it is a functional relationship.

The primary conflict between victory and tarmac is that victory wants her to be something she’s not and she wants to be her own person

Tumblr isn’t letting me copy and paste from the ask but you said it perfectly about how victory is not a perfect victim. They want revenge and there will it be forgives or forgetting, and of course their trauma and instability gets dumped back onto other characters. Characters like the djd will enable that but it will be bad news for characters like tarmac.

Thank you, I wanted a complex gray character and I’m glad to hear I did it in all the right ways. “They save themself” -yes, absolutely. Not much else to say, except that victory is a reflection of myself and the things I maybe wish I could’ve done or been, as well as influenced by all the morally complex characters I’ve enjoyed. I’m very glad I got it right.

Oh my god I’m going insane thinking about how the fandom would misinterpret victory and you’re literally so right. It’d literally be like starscream but possibly worse (made either purely evil and manipulative or a poor pathetic meow meow neither of which they actually ARE)

*this isn’t directed toward the tf fandom but just fandom generally does that to these sorts of characters

#kaz talks #transformers #maccadam #victory au #victory oc #cliff note anon

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dtba · 1 year ago

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A CONVERSATION WITH DANI BRITO, AN AFRO-DOMINICAN, NON-BINARY ARTIST & ACTIVIST

June 3, 2020

Daniella Brito is an interdisciplinary Dominican-American artist and writer based in New York City. Manipulating representations of the black “female” figure in her work, she disrupts the notion of a static identity politics by reimagining a de-gendered body and landscape.

ARTIST FEATURE

What does an Afro-Latinx identity mean to you? How do you embody it?

Daniella Brito: As a member of the Dominican Diaspora in New York City, my relationship to my own Blackness is one profoundly marked by Afro-Latinidad, an identity confounded in the merging of Latinx cultural practices and African Diasporic lineage and heritage. Afro-Latinidad is also about the politics of migration, in particular the ways that adopted home countries, cultural customs, and language impact a cultural identity throughout time. As a third generation American, I was raised with parents who grew up in New York City and grandparents who migrated from the Dominican Republic in the late 1960s. Growing up, I often felt at the fringes of Black American culture and Dominican culture — not fully integrated into either cultures. My art practice has been a means of making sense of this in between space. In my painting and image-making practices I am drawn to bright hues that connote surreal, other-worldly landscapes, ones that at times are drawn from existing neighborhoods Iâ€™ve lived in across such as New York City, Berlin, Havana, and Oberlin.

How does identity politics and intersectionality intersect with your artistic practice?

Daniella Brito: My current body of work renders the decentralized protests and acts of resistance across the country sparked by the recent murders of unarmed Black people like George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, Tony McDade, Nina Pop, and others committed by the police. As an Afro-Latinx, queer and non-binary person, these murders have been deeply painful to process, however, I do not see them be abnormal. The excessive force and violence that is enacted on Black and Brown bodies in the United States is wrongfully normalized and accepted as truth across media platforms and cultural production especially in the United States.

What are some of the motifs that you have included in your most recent work?

Daniella Brito: In my work, I seek to subvert the often dehumanizing representations of Black and Brown bodies across media platforms by rendering Black protestors, activists, and organizers in all their rage and fury. I have found inspiration in many of the photographs of protestors looting and demolishing public property in the fight to be heard and recognized.

Daniella Brito: I am also deeply inspired by Audre Lordeâ€™s 1981 essay â€œThe Uses of Anger,â€ which considers anger as a productive entry point In organizing against white supremacist power structures. The intersections of the markets of my own personal identity as a Black trans person, have impacted the particular lad ways in which I render the human body. Through my figures, I neutralize and degender the body so as to call attention to the ubiquity of anger across the gender spectrum within the Black community.

Apart from your activism art you have created in the last week, your work takes different forms and mediums. Your website states that you are manipulating the representation of the black â€œfemale.â€ Could you tell me more about this work? What does gender identity represent to you?

Daniella Brito: As I was beginning to come to terms with my own nonbinary identity, I found it helpful to reimagine the traditional Black female form — a figure that is often assigned a number of problematic tropes in mainstream media, as one free of these stifling associations. In earlier work my choice of palette played a huge role in reimagining a degendered figure. Bright reds and vibrant orange hues helped me situate my figures in surreal, dreamlike spaces, sometimes reminiscent of places Iâ€™ve visited or dreamed of. Today, Black speculative fiction has greatly informed my practice and the ways I present gender. In the work of writers like Octavia Butler and Jewelle Gomez, speculative fiction is a dynamic format for reimagining gender and exploring the potential that lies within otherworldly creatures to disrupt human-made structures like white supremacy. As a non-binary person that is often perceived as a cis (assigned female at birth) woman, gender is an identity marker that I intend to disrupt daily. Though I identify in many ways with Black femininity, I also identify with boyhood and masculinity. Gender is a factor that is ever changing for me and the ways that I engage with gender in my work are constantly in flux.

Which projects have you created that are emblematic of your queer and non binary identity?

Daniella Brito: I am currently working on a series of digital drawings that seek to render queer intimacy in an era of social distancing. For many queer and trans people of color, nightlife spaces are sanctuary spaces, environments were folks are free to congregate with chosen family. With clubs closed across the world, queer folks now have to explore other means of connecting. I am interested in investigating the ways that marginalized folks continue to convene when physical intimacy is no longer an option.

In what ways do your different art mediums serve to evoke different sentiments or purposes?

Daniella Brito: Across video, photography, digital and oil painting I intend to evoke similar moods. I am interested in creating images as well as moving images that evoke the landscape of affects experienced by queer people of color (QTPOC). Employing a vibrant color palette across mediums, I portray intimate moments of QTPOC joy. I find these moments of queer ecstasy to be incredibly special especially given the often stifling social paradigms that attempt to negate queer identities.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I had often expressed to close friends that the revolution was coming, that narrative unfolded quicker than I could have imagined. This is a civil war between the police state and unarmed citizens. People of all intersectional identities have joined together to meet the face of oppression face to face in the streets. People are saying to them â€œthese are the structural impediments you have placed upon us for 400 years, stop killing us, stop exploiting us, stop conditioning us to unsuitable living situations.â€ Instead of protecting its citizens and upholding the values of equality, liberty and justice, the police will rather beat, shoot, run over, pepper pray tase, arrest, and murder people to uphold a racist patriarchy. This is the image of America. Do not be fooled by cops taking a knee, that is a distraction from the reality that the system was not created to uphold any of our rights or values. There are cops looting so that the media can blame that on the protestors. The beauty of 2020 is that everyone can document the revolution even if it wonâ€™t be televised. They tried to send a signal to the world that they can censor our freedom of speech when they arrested the CNN reporter, Omar Jimenez, and his crew. They are trying to send a message to New York that the police has any right to do what they must do to impose curfews and Martial Law. Including inflicting violence on its citizens. But we will not be deterred nor will we be fooled. We all have a platform, speak up

A CALL TO ACTION: This post is a call to action to all my Black and Afro-Latinx artists, please keep creating. We are the generation that will set the foundation for this century’s evolution of Black consciousness and expression. The revolution is now, and we must all be engines of the cultural revolution so that we represent our essence and not the stereotypes of the racist patriarchy. This is not a light task. Be careful with yourselves. Self preservation is the greatest form of resistance. I am now accepting Black and Afro/Latinx diasporic works. I am also accepting work from any one who holds different identity backgrounds, and is in solidarity with the Black Lives Matter Movement.

Submissions (works and an artist statement of purpose) can be emailed to Shirley Reynozo at [email protected] more information, please refer to her activism page: Down To Be an Activist or her Instagram page.Riveting and invigorating visuals by Daniella Brito | Instagram: (@datpiffexclusive) RESOURCES:– Donating to Protest Bail Funds– Mental Health Resources– Black Consciousness Raising– Contacting Political Figures Funded by the Police– Anti-Racism sources– A playlist to uplift your spirits: Peace & Justice

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rockislandadultreads · 2 years ago

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Nonfiction Thursday: LGBTQIA+ Pride Month Picks

The LGBTQ+ History Book by D.K. Publishing

Exploring and explaining the most important ideas and events in LGBTQ+ history and culture, this book showcases the breadth of the LGBTQ+ experience. This diverse, global account explores the most important moments, movements, and phenomena, from the first known lesbian love poetry of Sappho to Kinsey's modern sexuality studies, and features biographies of key figures from Anne Lister to Audre Lorde.

Dive deep into the pages of The LGBTQ + History book to discover:

- Thought-provoking graphics and flow-charts demystify the central concepts behind key moments in LGBTQ+ history, from eromenos and erastes in the Ancient World to political lesbianism. - Features insightful quotes from leading historians, philosophers, cultural commentators, economists, anthropologists, sociologists, activists, and politicians. - Includes biography boxes and directory entries on the lives of important but lesser-known individuals, alongside well-known names including Sappho, Oscar Wilde, Anne Lister, Harvey Milk, and Marsha P. Johnson. - Global in scope with a localizable directory.

This is volume is part of the “Big Ideas Simply Explained” series.

Queer Conception by Kristin Liam Kali

The only evidence-based, up-to-date fertility guide for queer people from an experienced health care provider, this is also the first to be transgender inclusive and body-positive.

Here, queer prospective parents will find sound advice for navigating complex medical, social and financial decisions. Trusted fertility midwife Kristin Kali walks you through the baby-making process: creating a timeline; fertile health for every body; preconception tests; identifying ovulation; donors, gamete banks, and surrogacy; methods of insemination including IUI, IVF and reciprocal IVF; navigating early pregnancy; and preparing for infant feeding, including lactation induction for trans women and nongestational parents.

This book is for all LGBTQ+ readers interested in creating family through pregnancy: anyone who identifies as queer, lesbians, gay men, bisexual people, trans and nonbinary people, couples, single parents by choice, poly families, and coparents. It’s an antidote to a culture and medical system that all too often centers heterosexual couples experiencing infertility while overlooking our unique needs. It also contains sidebars with guidance for reproductive healthcare professionals.

It Was Vulgar & It Was Beautiful by Jack Lowery

In the late 1980s, the AIDS pandemic was annihilating queer people, intravenous drug users, and communities of color in America, and disinformation about the disease ran rampant. Out of the activist group ACT UP (AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power), an art collective that called itself Gran Fury formed to campaign against corporate greed, government inaction, stigma, and public indifference to the epidemic.

Writer Jack Lowery examines Gran Fury’s art and activism from iconic images like the “Kissing Doesn’t Kill” poster to the act of dropping piles of fake bills onto the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange. Lowery offers a complex, moving portrait of a collective and its members, who built essential solidarities with each other and whose lives evidenced the profound trauma of enduring the AIDS crisis.

Gran Fury and ACT UP’s strategies are still used frequently by the activists leading contemporary movements. In an era when structural violence and the devastation of COVID-19 continue to target the most vulnerable, this belief in the power of public art and action persists.

It Came From the Closet edited by Joe Vallese

Horror movies hold a complicated space in the hearts of the queer community: historically misogynist, and often homo- and transphobic, the genre has also been inadvertently feminist and open to subversive readings. Common tropes—such as the circumspect and resilient “final girl,” body possession, costumed villains, secret identities, and things that lurk in the closet��spark moments of eerie familiarity and affective connection. Still, viewers often remain tasked with reading themselves into beloved films, seeking out characters and set pieces that speak to, mirror, and parallel the unique ways queerness encounters the world.

It Came from the Closet features twenty-five original essays by writers speaking to this relationship, through connections both empowering and oppressive. From Carmen Maria Machado on "Jennifer’s Body", Jude Ellison S. Doyle on "In My Skin", Addie Tsai on "Dead Ringers", and many more, these conversations convey the rich reciprocity between queerness and horror.

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justabirdy · 3 years ago

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I'm just drained and sad, and unsure about anything anymore. Huge swathes of people have just lost bodily autonomy and their status as equal citizens. It's feeling more and more likely I may find myself illegal in the next couple years along with so many other people.

In the meantime I watch people get targeted more and more openly by violent and hateful groups, ignored or discriminated against by those in power, or told to shut up and take the abuses quietly.

I'm laying paralyzed in my room forcing myself to try to get up and take care of myself, of the little things, but right now I just can't. Not when my parents states away celebrate these atrocities because someone told them it's a win for life.

Just a few short years ago I discovered myself. It's taken me this entire time to learn who I am and accept that I'm trans, I'm fat, I'm nonbinary, I'm bi, and thays okay in spite of everything I was taught growing up. It's taken a few short years to become a person I want to be and to see a potential of who I could be.

And now, I wonder if I'll actually truly meet her, if she'll be free. I worry for her future, if it will be supported by friends or merely remembered incorrectly, the footnote of a troubled man alongside so many others.

I mourn the person I may never live to see. How dare they. How Dare They! They who would claim the rights over someone else's life. They who bury away the stewards of this land. They who actively choke out the voices of color. They who assault anyone who strays from the wealthy, white path.

How dare they leave millions of people like me paralyzed on the bed in anguished tears. But I cannot remain curled on this bed forever.

Things need to be done and if she is ever to grow from me then I must forge my tears into fury, action, and love. They have dared. They have dared me to live in spite of every lie spread, every stolen human right, and every life threatened or already lost.

There's no doubt I'll cry about this many more nights to come. But with the tears comes rage and change and the demand for something more.

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vivi-the-sky-kid · 4 years ago

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Sowing the Seeds (of Love), Chapter 1

Aka the Resh/OC Fix-It Fic Nobody Asked for but I'm Inflicting on All of You Anyways as Punishment for Kai's Your Hubris

The King has always been a mysterious figure in the annals of the Sky Kingdom's history, generating both awe and fear within the hearts of the sky spirits. Few can claim to have met them in person; certainly not Tav, a researcher of light creatures for the Vault of Knowledge. But when they discover their research may be used to harm the very creatures they know and love, Tav knows they cannot allow this to happen.

Somehow, they must change the King's mind. If that means throwing butterflies at their royal face, then so be it.

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Warnings: Will be added to each chapter when necessary, but there's not gonna be anything graphic in this (do send me an ask if you think there's something I should warn about tho)

Rating: T (just to be on the safe side)

Pairing(s): Resh/OC

Tag(s): Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Additional Tag(s): Resh and Alef are twins, Resh and Tav are both nonbinary, Resh uses he/they, Tav uses she/they, Resh is demiromantic and pansexual, Tav is biromantic and demisexual, no beta we die like moths in eden

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 2,477

Warning(s): None

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Fury powered her strides as Tav marched towards the elevator leading to Elder Lamed's level of the Vault. What they had overheard... it was unthinkable! Outrageous! And they intended to let Lamed know exactly that! She couldn't let her research be used like this. Not to harm the very creatures they had spent their life studying.

Onwards and upwards she went, a lone figure on the elevator. Scholars sorting memory cubes and acolytes tending to the spiritual residue of the Kingdom's history flew past her vision. Finally, the elevator came to a stop, its power diamond moving to rest over the Elder statues, and Tav mustered their psychokinetic powers to fly the short distance to the grassy island. That had been a trick the mantas had helped her master; if not for them, she would still struggle to get around Vault's upper levels like before. They took a breath to steady themself, adjusted the prairie lily clipped to their hair, and moved forward.

As they crested the structure bearing the Elder statues, Tav looked around. She could see no sign of Elder Lamed, which meant, more likely than not, the Elder had withdrawn into their private domain. There was nothing for it but to light the altar candles, sit before their statue, and pray.

Their legs had started to fall asleep when they finally felt the brush against their mind that meant Lamed had heard their prayer, and was ready to listen. She relaxed and let the Elder pull their consciousness into that dreamy world. When they next opened their eyes, they knelt in the same spot, although the elevator diamond was now gone, casting the area in comfortable shadows. In the statue's place stood Lamed, gazing down at her with an unreadable look.

“Ah, so you are the one who prayed. Tav, was it? Head of the light creature research effort?”

“That's correct, Elder Lamed. I've come to you regarding a decision involving my research.”

“Is that so?” Their eyes flickered beneath the mask, before they dipped their head. “Very well. Speak.”

Tav jumped to their feet, hands clenching the fabric of their robe. “Elder Lamed, I cannot permit my research to be used to develop these 'dark weapons' R&D is proposing! Light creatures are beautiful, wonderful creatures that share a great deal in common with us. They are intelligent, gentle, and loving beings. To turn them into weapons is... is... is out of the question!”

The Elder's eyes had grown wide at her outburst, but soon closed as they pressed a hand to their forehead. “Really, Tav, you're being unreasonable. R&D has already gained permission from the King to go forth with this project. Are you saying you doubt His Majesty's judgment regarding the good of the kingdom?”

“Yes!”

Silence filled the domain. Sweat began running down Tav's back as a great pressure weighed down on them. When they almost gave in and knelt once more, it lifted, and Lamed turned away.

“I expect your research to be turned in to the Vault at the appropriate deadline. Is that understood?”

Tav was silent.

“I said, is that understood, Tav?”

“...It is, Elder Lamed.”

“Good. You are dismissed.”

With that, their vision swam, and they closed their eyes to ward off the nausea. Upon opening them, she found herself back at the summit, the power diamond shining coldly overhead. They looked up at the statue and sighed.

Resolve filled them once more, and they stood and walked back to the elevator. Lamed may not have listened, but there was one more person she could try to convince. All reports of the King had them as a kind and benevolent ruler who listened to the people, yet these latest projects said otherwise. Which was the truth, and which was a lie? There was only one way to find out.

Tav swallowed the lump of fear in her throat. This was no time to get cold feet. The light creatures were counting on them.

First things first, however. She needed to keep her research out of the wrong hands.

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Another day, another round of paperwork. Resh sighed inwardly as he dipped his manta quill into the inkwell to sign the latest report from the Golden Land's biggest sunsteel refinery. Production was holding steady due to the shipment of light from Daylight Prairie, and they would likely have enough in reserve for the little project Vault R&D had recently proposed.

A soft call from the doorway caught their attention, and they lifted their head. One of the guards—a new recruit, if their nervous demeanor was any indication—was standing there somewhat awkwardly, but snapped to attention once his gaze was upon them.

Yes, definitely new. That salute was just a little bit too sloppy to be one of the older members.

“What is it?” he said, fixing his gaze on them.

They stiffened. “Y-Your Majesty, there is... a researcher from the Vault demanding to speak with you. They refuse to leave otherwise.”

“Return them to the Vault. We have no time for a meeting, let alone with some unknown researcher,” they replied, returning to their paperwork.

“What do they want?” said a new voice, chiming up from the door leading further into the royal quarters.

Resh blinked and slowly turned towards it. Watching the exchange was their twin, Alef, still dressed in the formal wear of the golden mask, yellow-painted pizaine, and midnight-blue cloak they used for being the public face of the King. They must have returned a short time ago from their trip to the Valley.

“Your Majesty, they have requested you withdraw your support for the Dark Matter Bioweapon project.”

“Have they, now?” Resh shook his head. “Unfortunately, it is too late. The proposal has been signed and delivered to the Vault. To withdraw it now would be equivalent to saying We have made a mistake.”

They let the implications of that statement hang in the air like a sword above the guard's head. With a stammered response of, “Of course, Your Majesty,” they left, and soon only Alef and Resh remained in the office. The latter ignored the former's pointed look, turning back to the stack of paperwork that had yet to be completed with another sigh.

“You've been doing that a lot lately. Perhaps you should take a break.”

Resh shot them a glare out of the corner of his eye, but did not stop his work. Only when they had signed a petition to expand the Valley of Triumph, a tally of candle production in the Isle of Dawn, and a request for more light shipments to the Hidden Forest, did they gesture with their free hand to the desk's contents.

“As you can see, Alef, I am kept busy with the affairs of the kingdom. I am King, after all. My guidance is needed to ensure the kingdom's prosperity.” He dipped the quill into the inkwell once more and grabbed another piece of paper—this time, a request from the Valley to provide them with more boats, as some had broken recently.

“I cannot rest until I have dealt with these matters” —and they said this last bit under their breath— “even if they are incredibly dull.”

Alef hummed and moved closer, cloak swishing softly around his body. They picked up one of the papers in the discarded stack, scanned it, and then looked to Resh. “Surely you can rest from these for a short time? All work and no play makes one a dull star.”

“How rich, coming from the one who only concerns themself with attending celebrations and avoiding any work here,” they replied.

Alef narrowed his eyes, then shook his head and shrugged.

“You want me to do some work here? Very well.” They went up to the switch next to the desk, which would summon a guard when activated (not that Resh had ever used it), and called forth their inner flame in one hand to light it. Soon enough, the same guard from before came to the office. They gave the salute again, a little more firmly this time.

“You called, Your Majesty?”

“Is the researcher still here?”

“Y-Yes, Your Majesty. I was on my way to relay your wishes when you summoned me back.”

“I have decided to grant them an audience. Please have them escorted to the throne room.”

“Oh, uh...” They cleared their throat. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

“What are you doing?” Resh said, eyeing their sibling with suspicion.

“Work. You said you were too busy to meet with them, didn't you? Well, it just so happens that I am remarkably free. As your dear elder sibling, it is the least I can do for you, Resh.”

With that, they glided from the office before Resh could stop them, leaving him standing with his hand grasping at air.

They sighed.

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The throne room was easily the largest chamber of the Palace, with a throne built to match—a deliberate choice on Resh's part, during its construction all those years ago. Looking the part was half the battle, and what better way to show your kingliness than by being five times the size of Elder Tsadi, he had said. Which Alef now was, having shifted in size to full height as they approached the throne room. The guards at the entrance snapped to attention, and he nodded in greeting as he passed through.

Near the far wall was the diminutive figure of the researcher, their head craned back to take in the full view of the mural displayed there. Two guards flanked them, ensuring they didn't go anywhere they weren't supposed to be. Alef cleared their throat, the sound echoing to every nook and cranny due to the chamber's acoustics, and every person in the room jumped. The guards soon lined up and stood at attention, and the rogue researcher turned to look at him as he took his place on the throne. One guard said something quietly to them, and the researcher nodded, brushed out their robe, and walked forward beside the guards.

“So this is the spirit who requested an audience with Us?” Alef intoned, glancing down at the guard who escorted them, and they nodded timidly. His eyes returned to the spirit, noting that, even with the crest typical of the Vault's senior members, they barely surpassed most of the guards in height. Despite this huge difference in size between them and himself, they barely trembled.

How interesting.

“We permit you to speak, spirit.”

They bowed in acknowledgment, and upon straightening, called out, “Your Majesty, I must urge you to reconsider this Dark Matter Bioweapon project! Light creatures are our friends. They do not deserve to be treated like mere tools, to be used up and cast aside!”

Alef tilted their head to the side thoughtfully, taking their chin between their thumb and index finger.

“...What is your name, star?”

“My name is Tav, Your Majesty. Head of the Vault's research into light creatures.”

“I see.” They leaned forward, casting their shadow over Tav. “Tell Us, Tav. This project is intended to better the kingdom's future. If light creatures are our friends, do they not owe this kingdom their aid, in whatever form we require?”

Tav stepped forward, their hands balling up at their sides.

“There must be a better way than this! Whatever future that project holds is worse than one where we treat the light creatures as our allies. I know it! Please, Your Majesty, let me show you.”

How very interesting.

And exactly what they needed.

Alef steepled their fingers before them, resting their elbows on the armrests of the throne. A sly grin formed on his face. Though it was hidden by their mask, Tav seemed to sense its presence, because they took an involuntary step back.

“We have an offer for you, Tav.”

At the same time, they called out to their sibling and requested their presence in the throne room.

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Resh sighed as they walked.

At one point, the magnificent tapestries and luminous murals decorating the walls of the throne room had brought him such joy. But that had been many, many years ago—too many to count. Now they were just another feature of the brilliant, intricate, boringthrone room, easily ignored in favor of dealing with the unwelcome researcher currently standing before the throne. The reason they had been called away from their work by their sibling.

“Ah, there you are,” Alef said from their spot on the throne. They turned back to the spirit. “Resh is Our Will, you see. They are the one who approved the project. Now, We will send a message to the Vault requesting that they do not proceed with the project until We permit. You have until then to persuade Resh of the truth of your words.”

...What?

The two of them turned, and Resh winced when he realized he had spoken aloud.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was just wondering what this task you have given me is.”

“Ah, of course. You see, Resh, Tav here would like to show Us that light creatures should not be used in the Dark Matter Bioweapon project. However, We have our duties to contend with, and so cannot leave the Palace for such a matter. You, on the other hand, are Our Will, and so We have decided that you shall go in Our stead.”

Even from this distance, and even with the mask hiding their face, Resh could feel the gleeful smugness radiating from Alef like heat from a flame. Their most venomous thoughts, directed like psychic arrows at their twin, only increased the smugness, and so, narrowing their eyes, they bowed courteously to the researcher—Tav, was it?

“As you wish, Your Majesty. When shall we be departing?”

“I assume Tav here needs some time to prepare their case. We shall permit them a day to do so. On the morrow, you shall follow after them to...?”

“Oh, uh, Daylight Prairie, Your Majesty.”

“Daylight Prairie. I can see why you chose to do your research there.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Tav said, bowing deeply before leaving with their escorts.

When they were gone, Resh unleashed the full force of their glare at Alef, folding their arms before their chest.

“What are you plotting?”

“Why, nothing! Simply giving you the rest you deserve,” they said, rising from the throne. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I do believe there is paperwork with my name on it. Don't be late for the boat tomorrow, Resh. It would reflect poorly on Us.”

With that, they waved and left, shrinking back down to a more manageable size as they went. Resh watched them go, scowling and boring holes into the back of their head.

Then he sighed and returned to the royal quarters to rest and prepare appropriate clothing for this farce.

Alef would pay for this.

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Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

#sky children of the light #sky #sky king #resh #resh my beloved /j #hi this fic is technically to blame for the bones thing last night #i'm very sorry #i thought of some potential headcanons and then it spiraled out of control #author's note: a pizaine (also spelled pixane) is a type of armor also called a standard or mantle #while in our world it's made of leather or chainmail #in the sky kingdom they seem to make them out of stone as seen on various spirits

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meetthetank · 4 years ago

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Cruciamen Chapter 7: What Lies Beneath the Mud

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Other Fandom: NieR: Automata (Video Game) Relationships: 2B/9S (NieR: Automata), A2/A4 (NieR: Automata) Characters: 2B (NieR: Automata), 9S (NieR: Automata), A2 (NieR: Automata), A4 (NieR: Automata), Emil (NieR: Automata), Kainé (Nier) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, genre typical violence, On the Run, Monster of the Week, 9S is a half demon, 2B and A2 are shapeshifter Dragons, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Smut in the future, inaccurate depictions of medical procedures, Fantasy Biology, A2 is Nonbinary

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25104214/chapters/72512997

A/N: Bit shorter chapter but we got a lot of stuff happening soon

Somehow, the less activity there is, the more terrifying The Bog becomes. From what A2 can gather the smaller animals that populate this disgusting place fear the witches and their rodent mounts. Everything scatters the moment they arrive, giving them a wide berth or hiding wherever they can fit. A2 sits perched on the branch of a mangrove, high above the swampy floor, as a troop of the rat-riding women scour the bog for them. They press against the trunk and try to make themself as small as possible. A thick, hastily woven drape of branches and leaves covers their body and conceals them from the prying eyes of the witches, while a layer of fetid mud hides their scent from the rats. Though effective, wherever the mud touches their scales it leaves a stinging, itching sensation. All A2 can do is grit their teeth and bear it.

Only when the witches leave the area does A2 emerge from their spot. They scrape the mud and plant matter from their body and scratch at the itchiest spots. With the din of insects reaching deafening levels they figure the itching must have been bugs that got under their scales. They swat away biting insects that had settled on them while they were hiding.

A2 decides to wait until night falls before they move. Under cover of darkness they might be able to slink between the trees and avoid detection from some of the large predators, as well as the witches. As they descend from the tree, they grab a large insect and stuff it into their mouth. It tastes like rotting mud.

With the witches gone animals begin to emerge from their hiding places in droves. Birds resume their songs, monkeys climb out from hollow tree trunks, A2 even sees fish surface to swallow some of the water bugs that sit on top of the water. Their hand strikes out at a fat… something. They have no idea what kind of fish it is-probably a bottom feeder judging by the beady eyes and cat-like whiskers-but it’s fat and looks like it’ll taste better than the swamp locust they just ate. One bite into the wriggling beast and the oily flesh makes them gag. Just like the bugs, the fish too taste like mud. It takes all their willpower to not heave everything out of their stomach and into the swamp. They only just manage to swallow that mouthful and another before they toss the carcass to whatever submerged scavengers lurk beneath the surface.

Somehow the endless expanse of mud is more horrifying at night. Not even the light of the moon can penetrate the thick canopy of trees. Deciding to try and navigate in the dark was a mistake on A2’s part. Without light they fall into mud pit after mud pit, jump at every sound from even benign sources, and end up circling around the same patch of swamp for hours, as if the land itself is trying to swallow them whole.

A2 has to contend with the other inhabitants. Wherever they turn they see the shining eyes of animals waiting for them to slip up. Alligators much smaller than the one that ate Hegel sit in the mud disguised as logs, still enough that A2 nearly steps on several. Luckily for them they have little interest in the intruder and lazily swim away when A2 stumbles near them.

A2 walks aimlessly for so long they expect to see the sun start to rise. Though if they’re being honest with themself, they probably wouldn’t even see sunlight through all the trees. For all they know the sun could be at midday already. With no way to get their bearings, they simply pick a direction and walk. Something in the air feels dense, oppressive even. It drains their energy to the point where flying is out of the question. Even transforming would be too taxing on their body right now. They need to conserve what energy they can, which is easier said than done when they have to stop every few minutes to both pull themself out of mud and scratch their body.

Something is wrong with this place, and not just the obvious dangerous animals. Nothing feels right, looks right, or even tastes right. Whenever the mud comes into contact with A2’s scales they begin to itch. A lot. It feels as if something is crawling around beneath their skin and no matter how hard they scratch they can’t soothe it. Even worse is when the mud gets in their mouth or they eat a bug or fish. Then the itching turns inward. They’ll scratch at their throat and stomach as if that will soothe their irritated insides. It gets to the point where a scale or two gets ripped off, blood dripping from the skin beneath. All they can do is grit their teeth and bear it.

Whatever part of them remains in the mud too long begins to itch. The longer they stop to scratch, the more animals come to stalk them. Vultures in particular congregate wherever A2 stops to catch their breath or scratch themself. Though the birds scatter when they begin walking again, without fail they always find more birds than before. At least twenty or so vultures loom in the trees above them, waiting for the one time they stumble to be their last.

A2 has no idea how long they’ve been wading through the muck. It could be minutes, hours,...maybe even a whole day. There’s no way they’d be able to know for sure. It’s hard enough to tell what direction they’re walking in, let alone how much time has passed. A thick fog hangs just below the canopy, completely shrouding any glimpse of the world above the trees.

Suddenly the mud beneath A2 erupts in front of them. A rat and its rider emerge from the ground, quickly followed by two more hidden beside it The rider, a witch clad in bone and leather armor, shouts commands in a harsh foreign tongue as her rat rears up and screams in fury at the sharp barbs on its riding tack that dig into its mouth. The other witches hoot and chatter, raising their crude weapons above their heads and digging their spiked boots into their own mounts. A2, though brash, wild, and willing to throw themself at demons far larger than them, turns on their heels and bolts away from the trio of witches.

The mud beneath them hinders their speed. A2 struggles to weave through the dense mangrove maze while fighting against the downward pull of the mire below. A voice in the back of their mind tells them to stand and resist as running is a futile effort, but fear wins the battle this time. One witch would be an easy match, but three witches each on monstrous rats wielding weapons dripping with crippling venom is a fight A2 wants no part of. They clamor across the tangled roots of a mangrove, their clawed fingers digging into the smooth bark. Each time they think they shake the hunting party, they stumble straight into a cackling witch. Once a spear laden with a sickly yellow paste nearly hits their shoulder, they turn their eyes upwards. If they can get above the canopy, they can transform and fly out of this goddamn place.

A2 puts all their strength into a single jump from the apex of a root that arcs of the mud. They manage to reach another low hanging branch and scramble for purchase with their claws and feet. Just as they manage to hook their knee around the branch something hard slams into their back, between their shoulders. Their body spasms, their grip loosens, and a mangled shout is forced from their lungs. As they fall, A2’s arms and legs fly out to get a hold of something, anything to stop their fall, but all they succeed in is bashing their arms and legs into branches. The sounds of witches cackling and rats screaming echo around them as their world turns over and over. They fall into the mud, fetid water and sludge rushing into their mouth and nose. A2 forces themself above the murk and inhales as much of the heavy, moisture laden air as they can. Mud cakes over their eyes, effectively blinding them, but still they barrel forwards. If they stop they’re dead.

Another heavy force slams into their chest, knocking them back into the mud. A2’s chest burns with pain, making it near impossible to breathe. They claw the mud from their face to see the large witch looming above them, a massive wooden club leaning on their shoulder. She barks an order at the others behind A2, who toss something over them. It weighs them down, keeping them prone in the mud. They thrash beneath the covering, a net weighted on all sides, trying to claw or bite their way through it. The more they fight the more tangled they become, till their arms are pressed together with the rope cutting into their wrists.

They witches holler and cheer as they pull the ends of the net together. A2 is forced into a curled, twisted position with their legs tucked close to their chest. They whip their head around to bite at a witch’s arm. Blood rushes into their mouth as their teeth sink into the witch’s skin. It tastes like rotting mud, but A2 refuses to let go. They shake their head back and forth, trying to take off a chunk of her arm out of pure spite. The witch screams, and for a moment A2 feels pride and hate welling up in their chest-

The weight of the wooden club crashes into A2’s head, and their world falls into darkness.

#nier automata #a2 #nier a2 #nier fanfiction #fantasy au #Tanks fics

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foxrp · 4 years ago

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faith into violence

FAITH INTO VIOLENCE

( TW CRIME, VIOLENCE, SEX WORK, FULL CRIMINAL ENTERPRISES )

the world is on fire. there’s no easy way to say that - to simplify the political ruins that encircles them all. every which way a new party erupts, a new route, more indecision and less decisiveness. in times like these, for some, it’s an opportunity. in the shadows, dark desires grip at your throat and pull your nearer, begging the question of what you would do if no one was watching, if not one would know. the world, in it’s derision of those with lives in the shadows who had yet to step into any of the many lights now before them, wasn’t watching. the ministry was overworked. everyone was worried about this group and that group and what they would be doing.

it started simple, at first. a speakeasy, tucked into a corner of knockturn alley. the spiny serpent, a place where you could only enter if you were permitted, a place for your wildest fantasies to come true. it was simple then, in the beginning, when it was small illegalities and minor crimes. but it was apparent, even then, that it was a breeding ground for greed and gluttony, for lust and envy, for all of the things they shouldn’t have been playing with. pandora’s box was opened without a second thought, so easy to dip your toes into the darkness after tasting its sweet side. the darkness almost didn’t seem so bad, at first.

if you had been stuck in the political battleground that they had been, you would have done it too. that was what they told themselves at first. you, in your arrogance and your greed and your need for more, more, more, would do exactly what they had done… wouldn’t you? wouldn’t you start what would become the underworld? it was something between mafia esteem and mob mentality, meeting a need for dark desires to be satiated even by those playing the part of goodness. as the needs and requests grew, they would find ways to satisfy all the vices of their clientele so long as the galleons kept coming. and knowing the consequences of what you were doing, of what it could become… wouldn’t you do anything to keep it secret? because that was the game they needed to play, and every new round it all got harder.

even now, a couple years since it all began, the underworld is a secret. those who know about it keep it covered and do not risk it being discovered because of what it could mean for them all. too many political games played at once, and too many with dirty secrets they had catered to by its creator and his crew.

in fact, in the time since the underworld was started, many have taken up leadership roles and stood to his side to keep the secrets, to enforce that one rule they all knew and didn’t have to say - what happens in the underworld stays there… or you do. the rumors are rampant, but even those high and mighty have dark needs in their blood, a secret they don’t want uncovered, a reason to keep those rumors squashed for their own safety, knowing the value of mystery with the ether out for blood. what happens in the shadows must stay there, for everyone’s sake… and, besides, weren’t there many so used to living in the dark?

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those who partake in the underworld can be of any group, any species, so long as they know that it is forever a secret. anything and everything that is done in the underworld can be used against its participants, and everyone who has entered knows this well. still, what started as petty crimes only, has extended to illegal activities of all types for all types of beings, so long as you know who to ask.

below is a listing of those in a leadership role in the underground, as well as a small section of information on each. for now, these are the only positions that will be marked as true participants in this subplot, though many may have those involved under them in one form or another. for those characters, we ask that each member who takes a participant listed here make their own ad and link us, so that we can add it as a way of entering the subplot should that be wished. additionally, if you plan to genderbend, make anyone nonbinary, shift things around, or even have an idea of adding a “sin” or “virtue” to the underworld, please pm staff so that we can approve this, as we would be willing to discuss all of these things. as a note, almost all dealings for the underworld take place in the spiny serpent, located in knockturn alley, due to how secure it is as a centralized location and how protected it is against outside eyes and spies. please keep this in mind. thank you!

PRIDE

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

the leader of this whole organization, the one who started it all - or did he? he may be the ruler in the underworld, but we all serve someone, we all answer to someone. here, pride holds all the power, or so he thinks. even the creator of the underworld has his secrets, and how long will it be before they catch up to him? how long can he keep the light at bay? for now, down where no one can identify him, he’s a king in his small corner, desperately keeping his shadows cast so he can reign.

HUMILITY

MUST BE 35+, OPEN FACE

before the underworld began, humility was there. he was in the background, running something similar to the underworld in his home country. he was optimistic when it all came to be, tried to get involved with the political game in a way he truly believed in… and then tragedy struck, trauma left in its wake, and optimism fell away to a cynicism unlike any other. he lost it all, fell from grace, and went into hiding lest he lose his freedom as well. in a new country and under a different name, he is the advisor to pride, the one with experience and knowledge of what works and what could make it all go up in flames. he will not let them make his past mistakes. he will protect the underworld he has now, in a way he failed to with his own previously. he knows what it’s like to lose, and he will never risk it again.

ENVY

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer. this is a mentality that pride knows well, and envy entered under that opinion. truth be told, everyone thought the two hated each other. a long history, fickle at its best, but there was no one in the world who knew pride better, either. envy was the one person who could really bring it down, and pride instead made them an ally. envy, ruler over their own sect in the underworld, puts on the show. they sort through what they need, what they don’t, what’s working, what isn’t, and works as pride’s mouth - the boss said, so get it done. they took to the power like moth to flame, but how long will it be until they want more? is risking something so advantageous worth the potential that they could cost it for them all?

KINDNESS

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

kindness is the one who comes before wrath has to, to offer a choice. she is the hunter, and many have been her prey, but wrath is her shot. she does not dirty her hands, because she doesn’t have to. she comes with a smile, and an unspoken threat on her lips, something dark behind her eyes as they watch you, as they follow you, as they tell you everything she doesn’t need to spell out in words. kindness is the redemption, for those who dare to stray, that you will wish you accepted should you not heed her meaning.

WRATH (reserved for robin)

MUST BE 20+, OPEN FACE

war is all he knows, war and commanding respect. his life was war. his afterlife was war. he was gifted in destruction, in chaos, in enforcing the rules - and that was exactly what earned him his space in the underworld. where other were afraid he would go too far and refused him the authority he thought he deserved, pride fed into his arrogance, into his fury. keep it secret, don’t go too far, but put them in their place if they threaten us - wrath was the only man for the job, and his ego knew it.

PATIENCE

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

where wrath only knew war in body, patience only knew it in mind. she is all brains, the epitome of ‘work smart, not hard’. she is the watchful eye, the one who lets pride know of any who may become a problem, the one who sees every move. too brilliant for the main political arena, the underworld offers her something the surface couldn’t - secrets, shadows, and the power that comes from that. her little spies, bringing her all the information she might need. to the world, her exterior has never cracked, but to the shadows… well, just like her, the shadows see all.

SLOTH

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

while one brings sex, one brings objects, and another brings met desire, sloth brings nostrums for them all. drugs, off-limits potions, or anything else you could want outside of their realms? sloth can and will get it. he was once one of wizarding london’s best dealers, before a small jail stint took him out of the game. but pride remembered him. he had names of all walks of life underneath him, running deals of all sorts, and getting into the underworld meant expanding his business and his network, regaining footing after his world left him to rot. sure, he has a boss, but didn’t everyone? and at least this way he stayed boss of his underlings and a king in his own right - something the outside was threatening to take away before he joined, watchful eyes that pride could take care of. and sloth? he’s not the type to lose what he controls, volatile, greedy, moody, and king only to himself.

DILIGENCE

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

secrets travel fast, but diligence travels faster. a master of gossip, and leader of the art of a well told rumor. how better to squash suspicions than to run the rumor mill yourself? he is in charge of keeping secrets, and he is a master of the art of persuasion and blackmail above all others. and who would expect the one never taken seriously? petty gossip, no place in the real political arena, he was told - but pride saw something in him, and the devotion earned there isn’t something you can buy with fear or intimidation.

GREED

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

where chastity is the poster girl to keep attention off of them with her media darling friendly celebrity act, greed is the poster girl who gets attention and finds clientele. she is the girl who looks too good to talk to, the one who has never done a single interview - because she didn’t have to. a dark reputation even among those with lives of shadow, those who follow her always find themselves in back alleys all alone - before her whispers find their ears, asks them what their darkest desire is, and if they’re ready to have it fulfilled. she’s never had to do any of the real work, finding ways to fulfill needs, or working to seek anyone out. for her, they find her, and she delivers them to the underworld under the pretense of guidance. a pretense she is well aware is nothing more than a delusion.

CHARITY

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

when it all came to be, the first thing they needed was a place - and a basement. that was where pride brought in charity. to the surface, he’s a unique business owner, the spiny serpent with its gimmick entrance and beautiful windows, a place that has been around for ages and financed his lifestyle for longer than any really know. but to the underworld… he had built a hidden arena long before, soundproofed it, and kept the questions away under lies about renovating rooms and adding an expanded dance hall and big plans that never seemed to finish. the place itself is upstairs, on the second and third floors, but the ground floor has only one entrance and exit, heavily guarded and kept away from what he says is for their own safety, renovations and danger beware. a well designed cover up and a well kept secret, with a fortune at risk. and charity? he never even broke a sweat. after all… he had been building it long before pride even asked.

GLUTTONY

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

some supplies come at dark costs. there are some things even the shadows cannot give you, but gluttony? she is the one responsible for their harvest, and pride keeps her one of the closest to his chest. where chastity is his right-hand woman, gluttony is his heart itself. she is trusted to make calls when he is away, trusted to keep their secrets, trusted to run the game as she needs to in order to get what they need without too many questions. she knows the value of discretion, and she knows her worth in the underworld. anything you need, from vampires wanting fresh, willing blood sources to werewolf cage matches unlike any other to curses beyond your wildest dreams, she can find it, she can feed your needs. and she’s damned good at what she does.

TEMPERANCE (reserved for vanessa)

MUST BE 25+, OPEN FACE

somewhere along the lines, the underworld expanded and new requests came. art, literature, artifacts, magical equipment, dark secrets lost to time - people wanted more and that was where temperance stepped in. on the outside, she’s the perfect woman, all smiles and pleasantries and perfection. but under all of that? she’s traded in dark and lost artifacts for years, has a collection unlike any other, and she knows how to tell a fake from a mile away after so much experience. she has mastered the art of the mask, and she stays close to the money matters of the underworld as well because of her expertise. after all, pay roll is complicated, but she’s been doing it since before any of them knew to include it, and she’s the master of a good bargain and a better sell.

LUST

MUST BE 30+, OPEN FACE

as the underworld expanded, lust came to become a necessity. some vices are not quenched by objects, and different needs came to the surface. lust is the one who brought forth those willing and wanting - consent, of course, the most important thing for lust with their disciples, always willing to enforce strict punishment on any who even attempts to infringe upon it - to satisfy those carnal desires. they are the one who protects them, who finds them, who brings them to this new home. they pay them, clothe them, acts as friend, confidant, and family. and, as pride has always agreed, they have wrath on speed dial to ensure no one hurts their family.

CHASTITY (reserved for athena)

MUST BE 20+, OPEN FACE

the celebrity poster girl who keeps the light that casts the shadows. dirty dealings going down in one building? she’ll show up next door, call all the attention, dance a little, smile a lot, maybe even do an interview - anything to keep the deal next door a secret. right-hand woman of pride himself, a secret few share to keep. even those of high rank don’t know her place in all of this, smiling like a good little girl and living her life in the light, to keep eyes on her and to keep other where where pride wants them: beneath him.

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sclfmastery · 5 years ago

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Okay so if this blog is moving forward still as a two-Master blog (which I think it still is, I just need to keep digesting stuff...) then I need to make a list of differences between Simm and Dhawan, since they already have so many similarities. Some of these are facts observed in canon, others headcanons. ALIGNMENT Both Simm and Dhawan are Neutral Evil masquerading as Chaotic. “A little chaos can be a wonderful thing,” Dhawan tells Barton, and “a little” is key there. When gloating over a victory, when essentially preening for the Doctor, both engage in erratic acts of sadistic play (Simm gassing the whole British Cabinet as Saxon, while wearing a gas mask and giving his victims a thumbs-up; Simm clapping joyously after the Toclafane kill the fictitious American President; Simm shouting “DINNER TIME!” as he eats people’s life forces in End of Time; Simm taunting Cyberman Bill Potts; Dhawan exclaiming he’s had fun on Barton’s jet; Dhawan in a tophat shrink-killing people at a science fair in Victorian London; and so on). But for all those cases of giddy play, both primarily engage in long-cons that use ALL TOOLS at their disposal (be it Toclafane, transphobic and sexist slurs they don’t really ascribe to, mysterious alien gateways, a ship colony living under a black hole, or N*zis) with an impartial and cold indifference, entirely Machiavellian, uncaring about the fate of any collateral in the way, to reach their own personal goal. Neutral Evil.

EMOTIONAL RANGE

Simm is more steadily manic, threatening, accusatory and snide. He is always loud, outrageous, obnoxious, sanguine and optimistic, flirtatious and lusty and passionate, dynamic and charismatic. His humors are terrifying, and his furies burn “like a whole screaming world on fire” (Missy’s apt words), but they are also fairly constant, even when he plays at/pretends “insanity.” Dhawan is another story entirely, and this to me is their biggest difference aside apparent motive (below): Dhawan acts like someone with an exceptionally developed intellect, but an exceptionally under-developed emotional range. He seems capable of only three very pure emotions, which almost exist like primary colors: yellow giddiness/mania, red fury, and blue reticence/melancholy. They switch on a dime, for little apparent reason. This is what makes him more frightening than Simm, in many ways. Mid-sentence he will break from breezy small talk into screaming, roaring, snarling tirade. He is also far more physically violent than Simm: not that Simm isn’t capable of this, but more than once in a rage, Dhawan grabs, shoves, and tries to strangle the Doctor, and in those moments he seems helpless to that rage, controlled BY it (a bitter irony given his moniker). He seems to be of two minds: an almost rueful, gentle intellect, and a beast.

APPARENT MOTIVE Simm’s entire apparent motive is to be autonomous of all other beings, and free to do his own bidding. This, even at the expense of friendship, even with the Doctor, if the Doctor poses the ultimatum “change to be the type of good person I prescribe, or else.” This is the reason why he found Missy’s time in the Vault so disturbing: not that she was physically mistreated or truly trapped, but rather, that she was willing to conform to the Doctor’s highly absolutist notions of ethics, and suppress her own personality for his sake. To him, this was a profound act of self-deprivation and self-betrayal. He still struggles to find the balance between loving the Doctor and abiding by his own honor code. The fandom easily misinterprets this philosophy as “unevolved” and “selfish,” and indeed, sometimes Simm does deplorable, disgusting, unnecessarily vicious things to ensure his independence. But it is actually, on another level, a profound act of self-respect.

Dhawan on the other hand seems to have entirely disposed of the idea of autonomy. He admits and even revels in the idea that he’s doing all the horrible things he does to catch the Doctor’s attention, to preen before his lifelong best friend and crush, to obtain an equal footing with her in infamy/notoriety, because “notoriety isn’t as good as fame, but it’s heaps better than obscurity” (Neil Gaiman) and after all their canonical history of explosive romance, rapport and strife, there’s no point in feigning pride. he might as well flirt with her in the open, ask her to say his name sexually in the open, he might as well KNEEL WITH HER ON HER LEVEL in the open. There’s no need to fake not needing her anymore. Even though he strives to kill her, his life is empty without her. He remembers being Simm, and he remembers “get out of the way.” He doesn’t regret “get out of the way” or rushing into that Timelock.

In a way, Dhawan’s motive is the externalization of Simm’s unconscious motive. Every Master does what they do for the Doctor’s attention, to prove themselves worthy of the Doctor’s regard. Every Master, and Missy, is a farce on their own claim to “controlling everything,” because they can’t control their own hearts. Because their locus of control is truly external, and pivots around the Doctor’s good opinion. And that’s why they are always furious. Because they don’t understand how to get the Doctor to approve of them, without betraying themselves. Dhawan is the natural next step of Simm and Missy in that he embodies the conflict Simm and Missy had with each other in the Doctor Falls, but within ONE body.

It’s desperately sad, tbh. TREATMENT OF THE DOCTOR’S COMPANIONS Simm, more shrewdly, seems to believe that hurting the Doctor’s friends is the most efficient way to hurt the Doctor. He enjoys watching the fruits of his labors slowly unfold. Dhawan on the other hand is so impatient to get to his goal (after, in fairness, working on it many years at a time) that he would rather separate the Docto from their companions as quickly as possible. this ties in closely to the above issue of motives: Simm, though he secretly desperately misses his best friend, is more comfortable being alone, and Dhawan clings to the Doctor and wants his plans to succeed specifically to catch the Doctor’s attention. The quicker the pesky companions are eliminated, the better. The upside of this is he’s not as likely to play with his food before eating it, as Simm is. Look at the Joneses, and Bill Potts.

VULNERABILITY FACTOR Dhawan’s emotional duality also makes his vulnerability more readily apparent, more obvious, than Simm’s, but that doesn’t mean he is actually more vulnerable. Both of these Masters are particularly pariah-esque, both of them feel misunderstood by homeland and former friends. Both are exceptionally emotionally volatile. Simm, however, is far better at guising his hurt as snideness and as anger. He may be hemorrhaging inside, but he knows how to deflect that with apparent cruelty. Dhawan gives up far more quickly. He cries openly, more than once an episode; indeed he’s an “angry crier.” He sulks and broods and romantically dons the air of a jilted lover. He doesn’t care if the Doctor sees him looking pathetic. He even uses it to his advantage. Simm, contrariwise, and frequently to his own detriment, would rather die than be seen desperate ( “I’d rather die than beg you” is an actual line he speaks to the Doctor). He is far prouder.

SOCIAL SKILLS Simm’s neurodivergency is more obvious when he socializes (unless he has actively donned a disguise, like Harold Saxon or Razor, and is skillfully playing a role). Even when he is being charismatic and charming, he has difficulty turning off his eruptive energy. Dhawan is capable of completely masking his personality for impressive periods of time, and seeming entirely innocuous, even placated and serene.

WEAPONRY AND TARDIS Simm still uses his laser screwdriver. Dhawan uses his old tissue-compression weaponry. Both Masters have a Type 45 TARDIS with intense red interior lights. Simm’s TARDIS is immaculately kept, with a greenhouse full of orchids he’s grown, and a bathroom that’s also a pristine lagoon with a waterfall for showers. It also contains countless workshops and a massive Victorian-Era library. Dhawan’s TARDIS maintains its wooden house in the Victoria Desert appearance; it’s a pig sty of surprisingly mundane table lamps, messy paper stacks, desks and tables, a modest kitchen, and a transparent holo-computer inverted pyramid Console. For sentimental reasons, he hasn’t been able to change it from the appearance it held when the Doctor visited it.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION/POSITIONS

Simm is a panromantic demisexual who prefers the Power Bottom role in the bedroom. Dhawan is a panromantic bisexual who prefers to Top. Both are nonbinary, but Simm is more comfortable embracing genderfluidity (so far) than Dhawan.

APPEARANCE

Although one chooses to appear like a mid-thirties-forties blond white man, and the other like an early-thirties dark-haired brown man, both Simm and Dhawan utilize the trope of apparent innocence, boyishness, to their strategic advantage. Simm looks like a chubby-cheeked puckish little boy, and Dhawan looks like a big brown eyed puppy. Both can cover remarkable ground, and literally get away with murder, because of looking so innocuous.

#simm!master #dhawan!master #simm master #dhawan master #the master #dw #doctor who #dw spoilers #meta #headcanons

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venetianhq · 5 years ago

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ABOUT:

NAME. Benvolio. AFFILIATION. The House of Montague. AGE. Twenty-Six Years Old. ** this character must be played as trans or nonbinary.

BIOGRAPHY:

Ever since their childhood Benvolio has found themselves a peaceweaver. Childhood spats and tantrums fell quickly to the wayside in Benvolio’s presence. The fervor and the fury of little cousins rage quickly tempered and cooled by their caring hand. They are younger by several years than their dear Romeo, and yet they are the one to take the lead, the quickest to enter adulthood. Lady Montague pets them fondly and calls them wise beyond their years. Perhaps that is true. The reality is that Benvolio does not have much of a stomach for conflict or violence. They long for peace instead, for happiness and safety. To be raised alongside Romeo is to walk alongside some sad, romantic God. He is so prone to his bouts of melancholy, and Benvolio is often the one left to pull him away from his brooding. Every day must be an adventure for them, provided graciously by their good friend Mercutio. Days are spent on constant activity, witty banter and loud laughter. Benvolio often feels flushed with love for them, unearthly devotion. There is a balance that seems to come when they are all in each others company, a loyalty built out of the truest love. Benvolio has no stomach for conflict, but they find that they cannot stand by and watch violence blossom without a word spoken against it. It is often their job to curb the quick passions of Mercutio, to tilt their sword back down before it can strike and draw blood. Their hands are full, their soul is happy, they think the world is a beautiful place. Perhaps they grew too attached too quickly. Perhaps their dependence on their friends is an unnatural thing. As they grow older with every day, Benvolio fears being left behind to face the world alone. Romeo has many loves, sits in his own longing for days at a time and makes no effort to see them. Mercutio is in high demand among the citizens of Verona, hungers for adventure and attention and runs away to get it at a moment's notice. Benvolio is left to follow, or to wile away the hours alone. They fear that their friends will meet their ruin when they are not there to prevent it.

CONNECTIONS:

ROMEO: BEST FRIEND, COUSIN. Ties of family and ties of friendship, Romeo has been trusted to their care by his parents. Benvolio cherishes their friend, and will do everything in their power to see him safe. If they ever lost him, they think that the world would lose most of its luster, that Benvolio would weep with angels for eternity in the wake of it. TYBALT: HALF-HEARTED ENEMY. Tybalt feels so strongly about them all, but Benvolio can never bring themselves to hate him. No part of this conflict belongs to them, and they will always do their best to bring calm and peace back into the fray. They cannot always stop a fight from breaking out, but they do their level best. MERCUTIO: BEST FRIEND. Bright Mercutio, a gift and a plague in equal measure. His energy is hard to temper, and Benvolio often finds themself swept away in his games and antics. Still, Benvolio is a loyal friend. They would do anything for Mercutio, and they are comforted by the knowledge that Mercutio would return the favour if the need ever arose.

LUCIO: FRIEND, LOVE INTEREST. She’s a pretty thing. Dark and mysterious, something sharp lying beneath her tender features. The fact that she shows any interest in Benvolio is a startling thing, but then again, Benvolio is well respected and well bred. Their friendship is a sweet and flighty thing, and recently Benvolio has begun to long for more than they can have.

BENVOLIO is portrayed by INDYA MOORE and they are currently OPEN for applications.

#new rp #original rp #bio rp #literate rp #lsrpg #open #benvolio

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phntm-lgcy · 6 years ago

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Allyn Cleo Fenton

Here is the character sheet for the main character of the story, Allyn Fenton. More history will be updated as the story progresses. If anything is wrong with their race, please let me know so I can fix it. I really don’t mean to offend anyone, I just personally headcanon Sam as that specific type of Jew since it fits with what little Elmer Fartman gave us. Character template found here. Picrew images by Sangled (tumblr)

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

–Maya Angelou

General Information

Name: Allyn Cleo Fenton Gender: Amab, nonbinary Pronouns: They/Them or Ve/Ver Titles: Mx. Birth Name: Charlie Elias Fenton Birth Date: Thursday, 30 September 2027 (Age 14) Birth Place: The Ghost Zone First Word(s): ”bye-bye” Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous Astrological Sign: Libra

Appearance

Height: 5’10” Weight: 130lbs Species: Half Ghost/Half Human Hybrid Race: Ashkenazi Jew/White Blood Type: Unknown Skin Color: Pale white as a human, grey as a ghost Birthmarks: Freckles.

Hair Color: Reddish orange as a human, cyan as a ghost. Hair Length: Short and spiky Widow's Peak: No Ear Shape: Rounded as a human, pointed as a ghost. Eye Color: Amethyst as a human, green as a ghost. Nose Shape: Sharp Face Shape: Angular Complexion: Smooth Facial Hair: None

Health and Image

Fitness: Allyn begins to get very fit as a result of hero work. Running Speed: Pretty fast, but they can fly faster. Dexterity: Good Reflexes: Good Primary Outfit: Primarily, you’ll find Allyn in a black t-shirt with a white Batman logo that says The Dark Knight Rises. They wear dark jeans with silver decorative buttons down the thigh and dark combat boots. Over their shirt they wear a black and yellow jacket. Secondary Outfit: Allyn’s secondary outfit is a long-sleeved orange polo trimmed with navy blue and dark green jeans with lots of pockets. They wear blue sneakers on their feet. Tertiary Outfit: Allyn’s third outfit is a simple one. A purple pullover that looks like a spooky town with cute ghosts on it with black jeggings and red slip-on shoes. Other Outfits: As a ghost, Allyn decided to wear the jumpsuit of a Black Panther costume with the cowl, cape, and belt of a Batman costume. The colors inverted upon their first transformation. The Black Panther costume became a white/gold color with black highlights and the cowl and cape of the Batman costume became white. The belt became a mix of white/gold and white.

Philosophy

Religions: Christianity and Ashkenazi Judaism Spirit Animal: Wolf Political Party: Left Political Awareness: Not much

Home, Work, and Education

Abode: Salem River, Wisconsin Hometown: Amity Park, Illinois Citizenship: American Elementary School: Amity Park Elementary (Amity Park, IL) Middle School: Casper Middle School (Amity Park, IL) High School: Pluto High School (SR, WI) Colleges: None, yet Extracurricular Activities: Does superheroeing count?

Social

Mother: Samantha Anne Manson Father: Daniel James Fenton Close Relatives: Jackson Fenton (Paternal Grandfather), Madeline Fenton (Paternal Grandmother), Jasmine Weston (Paternal Aunt), Wes Weston (Uncle-in-Law), Wendi Weston (Paternal Cousin) Danielle Fenton (Paternal Aunt/Sort of parent?), Jackalyn Fenton (Adoptive Cousin), Jeremy Manson (Maternal Grandfather), Pamela Manson (Maternal Grandmother) Best Friend: Marietta Blakesley Close Friends: Lakin Jones Friends: Terho Ranta, Pur, Apollo Duffy, Leona Duffy Allies: Shaw McEwan Enemies: Gemma Plasmius Inspirations: Batman Role Models: Danny Fenton Heroes: Danny Phantom Mentors: Danny Phantom, Iron Man, Nick Fury (sort of)

Romance

Love Interests: Lakin Jones

Personality

MBTI Personality Type: ENFP-T

Allyn doesn’t really understand what their dad does when he’s gone, but respects it. Very curious and always questions things. Always feels like they have to do the right thing.

Biography

Infancy (0-3): Allyn was born Charlie Elias Fenton in the Ghost Zone on Thursday, September 30th 2027 to Danny Fenton and Sam Manson. He showed no signs of powers and was a happy baby for the first three years of his life. Nothing of importance happened during this time.

Childhood (4-12): When Charlie was five, he fell out of a tree and broke his arm. At age 7 he became friends with Marietta Blakesley, Wulf and Desiree’s daughter. When he was twelve, he found out there were more genders than just male and female. He found that being nonbinary fit him better than anything else and decided to try it out. His parents were very supportive of the transition, even helping to pick out a name. 2039 was also the year that Danny closed the ghost portals in Amity Park for good.

Adolescence (13-19):

Age 13: Got their name legally changed to Allyn Cleo Fenton.

Age 14: Moved to Salem River, Wisconsin. Made friends with Lakin Jones, and then the rest of her friends. Gained ghost powers while getting mugged (stress + puberty). Thought they were a mutant. Joined Team Styx.

Adulthood (20-54): TBA

Seniority (55+): TBA

Miscellaneous

Updated 2019-12-19: Added age and a bit of a personality.

#Allyn Fenton #Revenant #Phantom's Legacy #fanfiction #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #Second Generation Danny Phantom #Character Sheet #Maya Angelou quote

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pentanguine · 5 years ago

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Favorite Books of 2019

Half of this list is Terry Pratchett. That’s not hyperbole.

20. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett

Everyone adores this book, and while I certainly loved it, I think it may have been a bit overhyped for me. But this was the first Discworld book I read where I remember finding it heartbreaking--not just angry at injustice, but angry at the tragedy of injustice.

19. The Truth, Terry Pratchett

Terry Pratchett writing a well-developed romantic arc?? It’s more likely than you think! I am also a sucker for philosophical questions like “What is The Truth?”

18. Small Gods, TP

I think chronologically, this is the first blisteringly angry Discworld book, where you suddenly realize how much fury is pent up in the satire. There’s a lot of futility and frustration in this story, but the ending is so simple and quiet and good.

17. Record of a Spaceborn Few, Becky Chambers

I find Chambers novels to be more like leisurely explorations than novels with a driving plot, and I could have happily explored this culture for days. Again, I’m a sucker for philosophical questions: What is the meaning of death? What purpose does culture serve even when it’s no longer practical? What makes a human society work?

16. In an Absent Dream, Seanan McGuire

I love this book’s style of focusing on small moments, and putting all the battles, quests, and conventional milestones of growing up off the page. This is a brutal read, but the brutality is in the terrible, everyday choices Lundy’s forced to make.

15. Monstrous Regiment, TP

Come for the cross-dressing, stay for the social commentary on war, nationalism, religion, and being an underdog of any stripe. Gender is bonus window-dressing.

14. The Wee Free Men, TP

I’ve realized that I love Pterry’s approach to kids’ books because he spends them deconstructing tropes, even the tropes of deconstructing tropes. Tiffany Aching is incisive and bookish, but also hard and selfish, and also sensible, and also strange...she’s like a real kid! A real person!

13. I Shall Wear Midnight, TP

Later-Pratchett often dispenses with the satire and goes straight for righteously angry social commentary, and this book packs a wallop. Stand your ground! “...change the present, so that when it becomes the past, it will turn out to be a past worth having!”

12. The Library Book, Susan Orlean

"Makes history come alive” is a cliche, but so true in this case. Even at its most drily factual, the book is gripping as it explore the rollicking past of American libraries and westward expansion, with some gorgeously poetic homages to stories and fire.

11. Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien

If you’ve only watched the movie, which predictably focus on big, theatre-packing action sequences, I encourage you to read the books. They tell the story of ordinary people going through unimaginable horror, but also a delightful, bittersweet tale of undying friendship. [They’re also very racist. Tolkien, why.]

10. Jingo, TP

And this was the Discworld book where I felt like he really started to develop his characters as people. Almost a year later, my most vivid memory is of the hilarious friendship between Colon and Nobby.

9. Unseen Academicals, TP

Worth!! This book is brimming more of that glorious, cold, barely contained fury, and even though it’s not Pterry’s strongest writing, I adore it. Nutt and Glenda work together so well and make a perfect pair of unlikely badasses.

8. Going Postal, TP

My note for this book says “Moist is an inspiration and a riot,” and although I don’t remember why I found him inspiring, he is definitely a riot. Or maybe cleverly orchestrating one from behind the scenes.

7. The Argonauts, Maggie Nelson

This is a pretentious book about ideas. It’s dense, intellectual, packed full of high-brow culture, and honestly, sometimes kind of annoying. But the writing and the story are so rich, and her interpretation of queer motherhood is so original, that it’s almost impossible to put down. I’m also in love with language that talks about the impossibility of language.

6. Thud!, TP

One of the things I love about Discworld is that it’s never easy. There’s none of this Shining White Warrior defeating the Evil Dark nonsense, just Sam Vimes, reading Where’s My Cow?, becoming more jaded and more determined to be a good man at the same time.

5. The Fifth Elephant, TP

I’ll be honest that I read this book almost a full year ago and don’t remember the nuances of why I loved it, but it was the first Discworld book that blew my mind. It made me jump around my room; it made me want to reread it immediately; it made me stay up until 1AM having passionate opinions about a man named Carrot.

4. Gender Queer: A Memoir, Maia Kobabe

This was probably my most anticipated book of the year, and it more than lived up to the expectation. I’ve been reading Maia’s comics for years, and they’re beautiful reflections on nonbinary experiences (and often on books, nature, and activism as well). I read eir memoir twice in two weeks, each time in one sitting, and it did make me cry.

3. Caroline’s Heart, Austin Chant

I am determined to make “Trans Western” an actual genre, and this is the jewel in the crown of the books I’ve read so far. It’s a gentle love story between a witch and a cowboy that’s also a devastating tale of grief, with excitingly original world-building. If you’ve never read Austin Chant, I encourage you to give him a try--he’s a wonderful writer.

2. Days Without End, Sebastian Barry

Days Without End is a good book to read when you’re Sad. The entire book feels like a slow, quiet elegy to some forgotten idyllic time, but who can say when that time was? The Wild West is full of cold, dirty, violent death, starvation, genocide, loneliness. There’s nothing to romanticize here, and yet somehow Barry has written an impossibly R/romantic book. Every sentence is slow, quiet, and poetic. Every moment, however horrific, feels like it’s drifting slowly through a strong spell of sunlight. I could try and describe the dreamy horror of this book for days and never come close to capturing what it does.

1. In the Dream House, Carmen Maria Machado

Everyone is raving about this book, and there’s a reason for that: it’s GENIUS. The structure of the book is genre-busting (or maybe genre deconstructing would be more accurate), and the writing is like poetry in that every word feels so deliberate and loaded with meaning. I took three pages of notes as I read and I’m not sure it was enough.

#an inexhaustable source of magic #personal #long post

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gorey · 6 years ago

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How did u find the courage to actively pursue transition? Amab

so like . my whole childhood i was alienated from people in general but girl/womanhood especially felt like a mask to me. my assigned gender was a role i had to play and emotionally i felt no connection to the idea of being female, only of aesthetically organizing myself in a way that others would interpret as being a girl . if that makes sense? in terms of like. fiction. i only ever identified heavily w men. specifically gay coded men

this is not meant as a way to establish any level of legitimacy to my gender. there's no gender essence really and a person could at any age transition without having a childhood background of transness. this is just to say that experientially i was aware of my connection to maleness, and the moment i learned trans people were a thing i repressed it entirely. i was in terrible mental health and decided it was a bridge to cross later.

i was very mad at myself whenever i experiences not dysphoria but rather euphoria - a trueness of myself, but also a failure to pass as a normal girl as it were. to me, my true gender was an indulgence i was simply too bad of a person to allow. trauma speaking i just didn't deserve to be happy. plus i was terrified of everything around this time - 12-14 - so i didn't want to endanger myself further or face myself at all.

at 14 i eventually cracked and began identifying as fluid, then nonbinary. i'd been identifying as bisexual since age 12 also. this kept up for a while thru most of 15, using they/them pronouns but making no effort to present any way other than hyperfeminine except for in very specific circumstances- summer camp dances , around lgbt people i trusted, and there was nothing like it. i felt so good.

then i just. idk i repressed shit as it became more alienating to be around the girls in my choir and it culminated in me having to be hospitalized overnight for chugging too much cognac and nearly passing out in a church bathroom w duct tape on my tiddies! after that a few months later i started at a new school under a new name and rly felt much better about things. i came to understand i was not fluid or nb but squarely transmasculine. my mother was very supportive and i was able to see an endocrinologist within a few months. i've been on hormones over three years, approaching one year post top surgery. all my documents are changed except my birth certificate.

I am able to pass as a cis man now and it is alienating but largely a relief. I'd say my gender nonconformity stems from me being gay more than anything else, and in fact the last step for me was realizing i was gay and not bi. my gender is contingent on gay masculinity. that is how i can translate myself into this world most accurately, what with gender being as flawed and artificial as it is.

sorry this was a long backstory but basically i realized i could either show myself enough mercy to become myself or i could die buried inside myself. the fury i had at myself for not being able to blend in with others - this extends beyond gender, but gender certainly didn't help - was overpowering. it was a choice of self protection. no ragretz my skin is shit now tho

#a #anon #ask #sorry this is so long i just needed to give context

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ao3-spideypool · 6 years ago

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All Inclusive Twitter Memes

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by PainInSilence

The Avengers (finally) Assemble on Twitter! Well, not assemble but they’re all there and active every day. They enjoy it a lot actually. The world gets to learn more about them and its not in a condescending way.

Usually I’m good with summaries but there just isnt much to explain outside of the first chapter lol where the explanations are better formatted

Words: 202, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Nakia (Black Panther), T’challa (black panther), Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, Harley Keener, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Nick Fury, Flash Thompson, James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Ned Leeds/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Shuri, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker/Shuri, Michelle Jones/Shuri, Okoye/Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Nakia (Black Panther)/T'Challa, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Bruce Banner/Thor, Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau

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read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2IOTytZ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #spideypool

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