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Representation - Why It Matters

“They look like Ainu people,” my grandma had commented as I showed her Princess Mononoke. I had never heard of the Ainu people before. I asked her who the Ainu are, and she said, “they’re like Japanese Indians,” meaning Native Americans. “Mountain people.” 

After we finished the movie I immediately went to Google to look up the Ainu. My grandma was right, on some level. The pictures I saw of their garments, their houses, their salmon culture, their faces… it all reminded me so much of the tribal culture I grew up around in Seattle and the Pacific Northwest. 

I told my mom what my grandma had said about the Ainu, and my mom said, “oh yeah. Grandma is Ainu.” Whaaaaaaaat? Apparently at one point my grandma had gone back to Hokkaido to visit family, and she brought back all of these unusual souvenirs. Wood carved bears and wood carved bearded people, a mirror with a wood carved woman’s face, and other little things that had always been a part of our household. The little knickknacks that are never questioned, but are some how just kind of always there. I didn’t know that they had come from Japan, and I certainly didn’t know they were Ainu souvenirs. 

Of course, my mom didn’t have the internet at her disposal in the 70s, and at the time misunderstood what it meant to be Ainu. She assumed that Ainu was a general term for people from Hokkaido, as opposed to a specific ethnic group. My grandma denied being Ainu, having grown up Wajin, but my grandpa seemed to suspect otherwise. “Sayuri, I don’t know why you deny your heratige. Of course you’re Ainu, look at your big mountain feet!” my grandpa would tease.

The more I read about the Ainu and their history, and the more I looked into my own family history, the more questions that had always nagged at my family seemed to be answered. The question of why we were always so different.

This whole journey started with a movie. Prince Ashitaka is Emishi, and there’s a lot of complicated history about the relation between Ainu and Emishi, but the point is would I have ever learned learned anything about my family background if this culture had never shown up on screen?

People who see themselves and their culture represented all the time take for granted what that can mean. For some people, it’s literally life changing.

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while news coverage has largely dropped off, #BlackLivesMatter protests are still happening! Alexis Williams has created a website with an enormous wealth of resources, including a list of petitions, places to donate, and tons more info

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‘oh john’ but you’re in an abandoned church wishing you could have saved him

so anyway i hate that you can’t save the heralds fuck you ubisoft you soul sucking pricks

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I'd love to ask about '03 Rachel/Faith notes, backstory, past Faiths, Bliss Mechanics, Tracey, etc' and 'Redshift Collision', if that's okay! 👀

Oo, fun choices! :D Thank you for asking!! ♥ Putting it below the cut, also trigger warnings for mentions of child abuse, drug use, dark backstories, in line with or inspired by Far Cry 5 canonical content. Trigger warnings for Redshift Collision include mentioned fantasy religious content, topic of euthanasia mentioned, magical diseases, etc. Long post is long, I hope the read is enjoyable though!! :0

————— 03 Rachel/Faith notes, backstory, past Faiths, Bliss Mechanics, Tracey, etc ————— So this folder breaks down into a dozen docs with split up notes, we’ll touch briefly on a bit from most of if not all of them, but the list is as follows:

01 Faith Character Notes, NPC Followers

02 Rachel Jessop’s Backstory for ACABH

03 Deaths of the Former Faiths Prior to Rachel, Some Bliss Mechanics

04 Tracey Lader Backstory Notes for ACABH

05 Types of Bliss Drug

06 Bliss Dart Mechanic Notes

07 Faith NPC compilation links

08 Overarching Bliss Realm Mechanics

09 Priestess pictures for Athalia - refs, tattoos, etc

10 Jacob’s Men talking about Bliss Shipment Amounts for Various REgions, Bliss Barrel capacity

11 Faith’s character arc, [Redacted for spoilers] - Major Plot Developments for All Main Characters

12 Angels versus Lost Souls

So, fun tidbits from these various docs! Some are implicitly dark because Faith is a Seed and Seeds don’t get to have happy, fun backgrounds in cult-centric AUs like ACABH, poor souls. The first Angel that Faith ever made, and the first ever Angel of the Project, was a woman named Abigail. It was an accident. Researched the first and last (and alternate) names for both Rachel Jessop, Faith, and Tracey Lader. Fun stuff honestly, Tracey’s is very fitting in that one definition of the name is taken from the Irish word "treasach" meaning "war-like" or "fighter." Lader is from Old English and Middle English words meaning to load; draw up (water specifically.) Rachel is as far as biblical names go, the name of the favorite wife of Jacob, and means “ewe” as in a female sheep. Fitting in a metaphorical sacrificial lamb way, if one chooses to look at it like that, among other sheep-like metaphors such as following the herd, etc. Rachel’s father was a doctor who researched the biochemistry of various plant  based compounds that he extracted from specimens he grew at home in controlled conditions. Her mother ran a florist shop and delivery chain, and grew orchids in the green house as a past time. Rachel was passionate about the sciences when she was young, but neither parent looked upon this favorably for various (toxic and abusive) reasons, leading Rachel to become far more withdrawn and reclusive about her passions and activities—in as much as she could manage, beneath her parents’ ironclad rule. Rachel in the present day still is passionate about biology (specifically botany) and biochemistry, but keeps that to herself unless she really happens to trust the other person. There was a brief time when she was a more rebellious and spirited young girl—but her parents quickly stamped that out through any means necessary, including force. It is a major reason as to why Rachel is so conflict avoidant: she remembers how badly it can go, how quickly it can escalate, and she is so very aware of the inherent fragility of both life and limb. There are quite a few conflicting points-of-view regarding the deaths of Rachel’s predecessors, and a great deal of misinformation. Rachel believes that the Seeds aren’t being entirely forthcoming with her about how their own abilities work and the limits of said abilities, and that there’s a lot of secrets not being told regarding the details of how the two former Faiths died. Selena was the first Faith, chosen while the Project was still in its infancy, long before they had made it to Hope County, and Joseph was so sure she’d be the prophesied fourth Herald to help shepherd the faithful through the Collapse. Lana was the second, stepping up to fill the role when Selena died—but Lana died two months later, with both Faiths’ deaths serving as markers of the dangers of the then proto-Bliss-realm. Rachel had been at the Project for half a year at that point, and was the one who took up the mantle of Faith and has served ever since for the past seven years. She was eighteen when she took up the name Faith, but despite her young age had marked accomplishments to her name that had put her forward as a candidate, namely her works with the geneticist Peter on developing the first strains of the drug that would later come to be called the Bliss. This lead to huge leaps and bounds of development with regards to the psychic network that would become the Bliss Realm, and without Rachel’s work, it would be safe to say the Bliss both in drug and psychic plane form, would likely not exist. Jessop as a name is potentially from a root name of Joseph in the form of Yosef, meaning “may God increase, or add (another son)” which ties into Rachel’s family’s thwarted desire for a son rather than a daughter very well in this AU. Thematically, Rachel does arguably share ideology from both Jacob and Joseph, so in a way that is also extremely apropos for her. Ah, Tracey. She did not come from a happy home life either—but that doesn’t surprise anyone in the slightest I think. Her father left her mother the moment he found out she was pregnant, and that’s all Tracey knows and wants to know of him. Her mother worked hard to support them but was absent most of the time, leaving Tracey with relatives to keep an eye on her. Said relatives were very shitty in their treatment of her, leading to a whole host of problems for Tracey to deal with growing up, ranging from neglect to verbal and emotional abuse. This is a cluster of reasons among others that lead to Tracey learning to look out for herself—and to stick up for those who couldn’t look after themselves. She and Rachel met in high school, and they were each other’s first real meaningful friend. It was when they were together that they first thought of the possibility of a better life than all the horror and terribleness they had to live through so far in their very young lives. They were so sure they’d be friends forever...until they weren’t. As of writing this, there are currently six major strains of the drug bliss in ACABH, including Regular Bliss, Sleeper’s Bliss, The Chosen’s Sacrement, The Angels’ Bliss, Cleanser Bliss, and Red Bliss. Variant strains within those major categories also exist as it’s an on-going series of projects for Faith and her followers, with varying levels of involvement from other Heralds, regions, etc. Red Bliss is specific to Jacob’s region and is used in both the Judgification process and the Trials. The others are all largely self explanatory for the most part, or explained or will be explained in the fic. Bliss darts! These are what John’s hunters use, same substrain of Sleeper Bliss that Jacob’s hunters and Faith’s followers use in the form of Bliss arrows and Bliss grenades (think like smoke grenades) to capture non-Project-members too, alongside their attempts to capture the Deputy. Joshua still has a nice stash of them at this point, so the whole family’s in on this. Commonly used even in the Project’s rank and file to subdue kidnapped targets. People can die permanently if they suffer sufficient psychic injury or psychic death in the Bliss in general, but that’s not a guarantee. If some form of psychic death is induced while the person is in the Bliss, it’s possible with immediate medical response to potentially resuscitate said person. Some people can “die” in the Bliss without problem though, aside from likely waking up in a panic as if from a very stressful nightmare. Most people can’t without being connected to the private Bliss network in Jacob’s region—Jacob’s is specifically split off from the rest of the Bliss Realm through the exclusive use of Red Bliss, though Faith and her priestesses could in theory cross over and connect to Jacob’s network, they generally do not. It is easier for Jacob’s people to cross over to the main Bliss network than it is for other rank and file or even Chosen that belong to other Heralds to enter the Red Bliss network if they are not induced into it through drug use. The Heralds have a much easier time of it, but it’s still difficult—Faith and Joseph have abilities that allow easier passage for it among other things, whereas John would struggle more with it sans other additional factors to help said effort along. Athalia was originally one of John’s people before she transferred to help support the previous Faiths, and Rachel retained her as Head Priestess from early on, striking up something like a friendship over time. Some of Athalia’s loyalties may still lie with her old Herald though moreso than her chosen Herald, certainly some of her outlook mirrors John’s dogma moreso than Faith’s, though Athalia keeps that underwraps more often than not. They have a SHIT TON of bliss being shipped around to the different regions. They have to have one hell of an industry for making the stuff to keep up with that scale, depending on what the chemical makeup and ratios are. The doc regarding the plotting of Faith’s arc is all spoilers, so we’re skipping any mention of it here. Angels are different from what the Project calls Lost Souls due to the fact that Angels aren’t 100% disconnected from their bodies and lost in the Bliss Realm, they’re still distantly connected to their corporeal forms in reality, just busy enjoying the Bliss high trip and for the most part uninterested in returning to the real world...for the most part. A minor part of the job for Faith’s people is to ensure that the Angels don’t wander too far in the Bliss realm, or else they’ll become Lost Souls and if gone too far for too long (average length of time spent too far required to become a Lost Soul is a little over a week), this separation can induce major multiple organ failure, including cardiac arrest. It is possible to revive a Lost Soul, much like with reviving someone who died a Bliss-plane death, but it requires that the person’s soul in the Bliss Realm be found and brought back immediately, to sustain the body without extensive external life support systems. Even then, brain death has been known to happen. What counts as “too far” varies from person to person, but the general rule of thumb is within shouting distance—namely, having the Angel’s psychic form in the Bliss Realm’s counterpart of the real world being within shouting distance of where the Angel’s physical body is in the waking world. Brief bouts of separation have not been noted to cause harm to Angels, so it’s fairly lax as duties go to shepherd their souls about and is often tasked to lower ranking Priestesses on the day to day basis. ————— Redshift Collision ————— Redshift Collision is a fun idea that spawned from a crossover fanfic idea I was considering a while ago before letting it evolve into its own original fantasy setting with sci-fi elements instead. It centers on a character named Edgar Loom, short for Loomis, which is his family name. A bit of cultural trivia about the name: The reason he’s called Loom instead of Loomis is because only the heads of a house may use the full family name, everyone else is introduced with a derivative surname. As Loom is next in line to be the head of their household, he is typically the one people refer to when using the name “Loom”, though casual use of the derivative name happens for applicable family members here and there as the situation calls for. First names are typically a much more private affair, and people typically have “use” names that they give when introducing themselves to others including but not limited to prospective business partners, strangers, distant family members, etc. Telling someone your given first name is seen as a huge sign of trust, the equivalent of saying that the other person is part of your inner circle. It is generally expected that first names not be given out prior to knowing someone for a socially acceptable amount of time (length of time not given because I’m not done working out the calendar yet.) Typically, the head(s) of house can use just the family name as their use name if desired, or if there are multiple heads of house then their own use name can be used either as a stand alone or combined with the famiy name. In Loom’s case, since he’s next in line, his use name is typically Loom by default, thus why he’s called that in the ensuing paragraphs. Loom is the only child of his parents, much beloved and happy with his lot in life, having spent his time apprenticed in order to learn how to take up his father and mother’s trade, namely overlooking the production of luxury textiles in the guild of weavers (you can imagine where their ancestors got the surname Loomis from.) Tragedy however has befallen their world in the last two decades, an unknown cataclysmic event has shorn the very fabric of reality in such alien angles, even the gods are left scrambling as they try to figure out what has happened—and what is happening. Despite the new dangers and unforeseen changes that continue to twist the fabric of their world however, life goes on. People still survive, and flourish, adapting as they can to the strangeness that has taken root upon their planet. However, one of the new shifts brought about in their world includes new diseases—plagues. One such disease is called Wraith Fade, so named for what a person becomes as the disease progresses, and how. It is unknown how Wraith Fade is transmitted, but it is widely suspected to be magical in some form, due to lack of evidence for it being transmitted through the more common corporeal means. Loom contracts Wraith Fade, and he and his family all know that it’s a death sentence—sufferers of Wraith Fade are typically observed to have a year or for the more robust two before succumbing to the disease. Typically, the course of treatment is for the afflicted persons to make good of their last days, and then to call for a doctor to help with euthanasia—most countries if not all sponsor covering costs for this procedure to varying degrees, due to the dangers that wraiths pose if left unchecked. And wraiths are very dangerous, and very hard to kill. One of the early to mid stage symptoms is what appears to be a magically-induced loss of voice—both medical professionals and thaumaturgical researchers are at a loss for the mechanics of it, as studies do not register readings of magical structures either natural or artificial that would induce a silence effect. Various treatments have been attempted, but no direct results have been observed thus far in the trials. Another symptom is what has been referred to as “greying”—specifically, a gradual fading into total translucency and loss of most forms of color in the afflicted person’s physical appearance. The silencing and greying that sufferers of Wraith Fade endure eventually comes to encompass most if not all sounds that they make towards the end of the disease’s incubation period, and coupled with the greying effect this translates into a near silent and visually obscured entity when the person loses themselves fully to wraithood. Older wraiths have been observed as occasionally being able to silence entire areas seemingly at will for brief periods of time, and some of the more markedly dangerous individual wraiths have even learned to disappear from sight completely in what appears to be true invisibility. Their hardiness and resistance to what would constitute mortal injury to many living beings also seems to be supernatural in origin, though it is yet one more area that eludes researchers and experts to a vexing degree. What makes wraiths so dangerous however is their penchant for hunting in sporadic and irregular patterns, and the predominant pattern of many wraiths taking to heavily populated areas as a preference. Why they hunt people is a mystery, as sufferers of Wraith Fade are noted as slowly losing sensations of hunger and thirst, and late stage sufferers going without either food or drink without succumbing to starvation or thirst beyond noted secondary effects. The individual modus operandi of a given wraith develops over time, to terrifying results. It is not unusual or imprudent for the public to break into mass hysteria should a murder occur in a city, with people fearing that a new wraith has taken up residence. It is for this reason that sufferers of Wraith Fade are at times persecuted and sometimes killed on sight by unruly mobs, so-called vigilantes, and at times even government-sanctioned organizations in some countries. It is dangerous to travel for both the afflicted and for others, should the afflicted’s health take a turn for the worse and their condition deteriorates faster into wraithood. There is no known cure for Wraith’s Fade—but there are rumors of one, in the strange and distant city-state of Wyrrawyr. Loom is however a soul defined by hope, in that moment of definition. He chooses to try and seek out this rumored cure, and he and his family and friends have a tearful goodbye, knowing this full well could be the last time they see each other in this life. Wyrrawyr is a strange place. It is the city of stained glass, the gateway to the Snowfeld Sea, the broken circle which once sat as the crown jewel of the mighty Hederan Empire, the land of a thousand sieges—and a land of the old ways. Wyrrawyr has been conquered many times, but no conqueror has ever met with good fortune when trying to rule that place. Ill fortune plagues any power that tries to rule that city for long, and Wyrrawyr has garnered a reputation as a place to avoid...not that everyone listens to such tales. It is known as a cursed place to many, but those brave souls who dare to call it home say otherwise. The local gods of Wyrrawyr in particular are strange in their antics when seen through the eyes of the more northern countries, but not so strange as the people—some of whom say the city itself is a divine being in its own right. It is for that reason first and foremost that the Northern Alliance calls it the city of heretics, proud and unyielding in their strange ways. But age-old feuds are reduced to mere distractions as the entire world shudders as the shifts seemingly grow more aggressive where once they were placid. The landscape of their home world seems to shift more drastically in a short span of time than ever it has before, and many are driven to terror at the thought that reality may be collapsing into an unrecognizable form of chaos as they watch the mechanics of their world come apart at the seams. Loom arrives to a sundered Wyrrawyr, as parted and torn with unknown magical phenomena as if a slip-strike earthquake had cracked the earth’s crust open. It is in a sundered Wyrrawyr that Loom meets Death. Specifically, the local Wyrrawyran incarnation of Death, who offers Loom a deal: stand as Death’s champion and agent to investigate the phenomenons, and to enact Death’s will in restoring a form of natural order back to their world—among Loom’s tasks should he accept is to find those souls spirited away by forces unknown. Gods unknown, perhaps, is Death’s suspicion. In exchange for Loom’s services, Death offers him an out that will spare him from dying from Wraith Fade—and this is the only way to avoid that fate and all the sinister after effects that come with it. But both their deal and the “cure,”—in so much as it can be called that—requires Loom to leave their home world, never to return again. Loom must go where Death cannot: into the new world that is slowly colliding with their own, the two ripping each other apart like the collision of galaxies into a new, singular galaxy. A world where magic is a foreign idea, and technology is the watchword of nearly all who live there. A world that is out of place. This collision shouldn’t have happened. These two worlds were not on a collision course—far from it, they had been moving away from each other in their shared planes of existence. That is why the gods of Loom’s world have taken to calling the matter the Redshift Collision. It is the possibility of survival and a world full of the unknown that Death offers, should Loom agree—or, as a mercy, the option of a swift, safe, and painless passing into death and the afterlife, if Loom would prefer to die in his home world while he is still himself. Loom accepts. And that’s the starting point for Redshift Collision’s story!

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Floating WIP Day

Tagged by @chyrstis​​ , thank you for the tag!! :D <3 Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it We’ll split the WIPs up by verse, and...well, writing for the fic itself, and any accompanying files for lore and behind the scenes details, notes, etc. Any potential asks about the notes will get meta commentary in so far as avoiding spoilers allows. First three are all FC 5 centric verses, original works are all grouped together under a singular heading, then other fandoms (all of one fandom really), and then the art projects I’ve been slow to work on lately (text only answers if inquired about.) Read under the cut!

————— A Cold And Broken Hallelujah ————— Main fic:

Chapter 08 - Hell And Consequence

Notes (folders):

01 What Each Character Knows Per Chapter

02 Joshua Character Notes, Inventory, Timelog, etc

03 Rachel/Faith notes, backstory, past Faiths, Bliss Mechanics, Tracey, etc

04 John Backstory Files

05 Joseph Backstory Files

06 Jacob Backstory Files

07 James Givens Backstory Files

08 Seed Brothers Timeline Files, Backstory Timeline Notes

09 Master NPC Name List, Important NPC Character Files

10 Chapter Summaries

11 [REDACTED FOR SPOILERS] Notes

12 Individual Bliss Realm Mechanics

13 Screenshots, lore links, etc

14 General Cult Overview Notes, NPC Lists, Occupations, etc

15 Locations both Canonical and Non-Canonical

16 Major NPC Backstories and Details

99 Miscellaneous plot docs and tags

Unsorted notes (note: asking about this will turn up something random most likely)

————— Between Silence and Quiet —————

02 Between Silence And Quiet

————— Post Mortem —————

01 Post Mortem

————— Original Works, Ideas, WIPs, etc —————

The Witch’s Son

Redshift Collision

WRATH-9

Calligra

The Messenger

————— Various other unfinished WIPs from other fandoms ————— Old unfinished works from fandoms of younger days, may recycle the characters and stories into something else.

Danse Macabre

Keeper of Secrets

[Unnamed work]

————— Art WIPs ————— (answers will be text-based only due to the works being WIPs or otherwise)

Sight Of Your Soul

Current Painting Studies

Tagging @hawkfurze , @amistrio , @undead-gearhead , and anyone who wants in on this! No pressure if you’d rather not ofc!

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WIP Day and Other Ask Games

Tagged by @scarlettkat86 , @chyrstis​ , and @amistrio​ !! Thank you for the tags!!! :D Pardon the delay on some of these, oop. It’s definitely been a while since I last did a WIP day and such, needed the time off for real life happenings and to deal with some of the usual health shenanigans. Feeling alright today though, hope you’re all doing good as well!! :D ♥ Tagging anyone who wants in on this, please show us the splendid WIPs you have in progress!! :D Redacting character names in the tidbits below to avoid spoilers. Text below the cut!

—————————— WIP Day —————————— “Sorry.” [Redacted Character #1] added, still glowering as he eyed [Redacted Char. #2] for a moment before shifting his gaze to one side. “I know I shouldn’t yell, but it’s been a shitty day for all of us, including you. So, how about I just...go make us some tea or whatever’s in the kitchen and we all take a breather for five minutes?” [Redacted Char. #2] didn’t say anything for a long, long moment, and [Redacted Char. #3] hoped that meant the two were done fighting. “You should just leave,” She said, her voice quieter and full of resentment directed at [Redacted Char. #1], though the fight seemed gone from her expression for now. So much for cooperation. —————————— Last Line Meme —————————— “You have the option to leave and just make this all go away, for all of us.” —————————— Meet my OC ——————————

Name: Joshua Rigel Rook (Far Cry 5 OC) Age: 23 (as of the start of events in ACABH fic timeline, comparable to the start of the canonical game events)

D.O.B.: October 9th  

From: Macon, Georgia

Family:

Father: The one and only Joseph Seed...who has no idea Joshua survived Joseph’s canonical backstory events and actions. That’ll go over well (no it won’t.)

Mother: Clementine Rook (deceased.)

Siblings: Ethan is his half brother through Joseph, and is off living a relatively cult-free life elsewhere rn at a young age while still being a dramatic little shit with a temper. Has zero idea about anything going on in Hope County or anything about his dad, bc his mom Megan wised up to Joseph’s dark and terrible past. The two of them likely won’t be showing up in the ACABH fic, but may be mentioned (if he hasn’t been mentioned directly already...it’s a long fic, and I can’t remember everything I’ve written off the top of my head RIP.)

Other Relatives: John Seed (uncle), Jacob Seed (uncle), Faith Seed née Rachel Jessop (adopted aunt), Melanie Givens (aunt-in-law), James Givens (cousin, son of Jacob and Melanie)

Height: 6′

Weight: 185 lbs

Hair: Dark brown and long with plenty of body, glossy af. Wears it in a long ponytail to keep it out of the way. Really should trim his bangs but he likes them long enough to keep tucked out of the way, just for the aesthetic. Looks like a nerdy coffee shop Jesus hairstyle if his hair’s down.

Eyes: Blue enough to stare into the depths of your soul. Runs in the family, for the most part.

Status: Alive and almost certainly either up to trouble or in trouble, depending on the time.

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A guide to swearing in Thedas

These are all taken from the toolset (mostly under “cuss” in the soundsets, but also from various bits of dialogue), organized for your convenience.

These are Dragon Age: Origins ONLY. There are no files that are human-readable for DA:A, DA2, or any DLC or expansions.

Not English the King’s Tongue

Brasca! (Zevran)

Vashedan! (Sten)

Pretty normal

Alas!

Blast it all, anyhow!

Blasted bastards!

Blech. (Sandal)

Blood and ashes.

Blood and honor!

Bloody blast it!

Bollocks.

Cripes.

Crud!

Curse me for a fool!

Cursed for a fool!

Curses!

Confound it! (Flemeth, of all people)

Damnation!

Drat!

Fiddlesticks!

Blast and blazes!

Blast and damnation! (Morrigan)

Blasted curses of a thousand misfortunes!

Blood and damnation! (Leliana)

Burn it all!

Fire and death!

Dirt and spit!

Flaming bastard.

Garbage!

Lazy, slack-jawed louts.

Miserable wretch.

Of all the blasted–!

Of all the cursed–!

Of all the infernal–! (Riordan)

Of all the–! (Leliana)

Oh dear.

Oh, bother!

Oh, for pity’s sake!

Oh, poppycock.

Oh… blast it! (Alistair)

Phooey!

Shoddy piece of crap!

Sod it all!

Son of a bitch!

Son of an inbred!

Tarnation!

That’s a stinker! (fade!Cailan)

That’s swill!

Those bloody whoresons.

Thrice-cursed whorespawn.

Two-faced bastards.

Elves

Bleeding thorns!

By the lost Dales!

Fenharel’s teeth!

Mythal'enaste!

Slap me around and call me a wild sylvan! (Shianni)

Well punch me in the teeth and call me a wild sylvan…

Invocations of Andraste

By the Lady!

Andraste’s ashes!

Andraste’s breath!

For the love of Andraste!

For the love of Lady Andraste!

Lady’s breath!

Merciful Andraste!

Oh, Andraste, help me…

Oh, for Andraste’s sake.

Oh, for the love of Blessed Andraste!

Oh, for the love of the Maker’s Bride.

Well, throw me in a fire and call me Andraste!

Andraste’s clothing

Andraste’s holy knickers!

By Andraste’s burning under-drawers!

By Andraste’s dirty socks!

By Andraste’s holy knickers!

By Andraste’s sword!

Andraste’s ass

Andraste’s ass!

Andraste’s fat ass!

Andraste’s lily-white ass!

Maferath’s hairy arse! (bonus Andraste’s husband’s ass due to not having another category in which to put it)

The Maker

Great Maker!

Holy Maker!

Maker damn you for a fool!

Maker-forsaken piece of–

Maker’s beard!

Maker’s Blood.

Maker’s breath! (by far the most common Thedas-specific curse)

Tears of the Maker!

Paragons

Aeducan’s beard!

Beards of the Paragons!

Bemot’s beard!

Blood of the Paragons!

By the beards of the Paragons!

Caridin’s teeth!

Ortan’s teeth!

Paragon’s teeth!

Paragons have mercy!

Ancestors

Ancestors have mercy!

By the hairs of my ancestors!

By the stones of the Ancestors!

By the teats of my ancestors!

By the tits of my ancestors!

Dwarf culture

Bronto piss!

By the Stone!

For the love of nugs and idiot children!

Nug-dung!

Nug-humper!

Nugs and dolts!

Stonecursed duster!

Stones!

What the nug!

 The Blight

Ah, Blight!

Blight and destruction!

Blighted wretch!

Darkspawn blood!

Fire and Blight!

Griffon’s buttocks! (fade!Duncan)

 The Fade

Blasted fade monkeys!

By the Black City!

By the walls of the golden city! (Desire demon)

Fade monkeys! 

Racial epithets

Bare-skinned shem!

Filthy elf-lover!

Bloody elf guts!

Son of a Fereldan bitch! (Tevinter guard)

Pee and poop

Ah, piss and vinegar.

Crap!

Dog piss!

Flaming rat turds.

Oh, piss on it!

Piss and blood!

Piss and spittle!

Piss on a stick.

Piss on it!

Shit.

Shite.

Stinking road apples!

Turd!

Dogs

Base-born jackal.

Bloody kibble!

Flea-bitten whelps.

Hound’s arse!

Miserable cur!

Of all the motherless mongrels.

Scurvy dogs! (Isabela)

 Food

Applesauce!

Beans and spuds!

Milk and cookies! (Perpetua)

Pickles! (Paivel)

Ugh! That’s bean-rot!

Fereldan culture and history

By the giant stones of the Dwarfson.

Great Dane’s bitch.

Calenhad’s crown! (fade!Maric)

 Animals and insects

Dung beetles!

Flies and bother!

For the love of little fish.

Hind of a jackrabbit!

Hog wash!

Horse feathers! (Wynne)

Motherless son of a goat.

Oh, donkey bum!

Oh… f-frogs! (Daveth)

Oh… rats.

Ox dung!

Pigeon crap! (Shale)

Rats!

Rotten maggot-spawn!

Skunk breath! (Sloth)

Shave a horse and punch me in the teeth.

Spawn of motherless goat.

Sod-eating rodents!

Well, wax my head and call me a pug!

what is this i dont even

Dust bugger!

Oh, fuddle-knuckles.

Stab me with a fork and call me Susan! (Carroll)

Thunder humper! (Oghren)

Whiplash and Crow sauce!

You dung-brained goat herder.

[ofravensandgenesis]

[ofravensandgenesis]

How do you justify body slamming a nine month pregnant black woman to the ground and kneeling on her back in order to arrest her?

You can’t. There is no excuse.

I’m not posting the footage here but it’s easy enough to find online.

Breonna Taylor’s killers walked. George Floyd’s killer is out on bail.

In 2020, in this America, black lives don’t matter.

Black people will continue to be treated as second class citizens until we the people do something. Because change won’t come from the top. The people in power don’t care. Hell, the president of the United States himself called BLM a terror group.

Be loud. Be heard. Let them know.

BLACK LIVES MATTER

[ofravensandgenesis]

I saw your comment on the ace positivity post! True facts, ppl seem to conveniently forget about the history of the ace community.

Yeah you're right. People also like to claim we don't share the experiences of the LGBT+/queer communities and therefore we should be our own community (but they destroyed the community we did build so I'm highly suspicious anyone outside of the ace community, and inside the ace community, are just trying to separate us off so they can target us AGAIN) also conveniently forget that every subgroup has their own experiences and also:

aces don't get acceptance from straighties, are told we aren't real, it's just a phase, we are too young/old to decide, our relationships aren't what we say they are, us existing is too "adult" to teach to children who should remain lost and confused and put themselves in dangerous/uncomfortable situations instead of using a label that gives them an excuse not to do that bc society is shit at consent, face disownment from our families, conversion therapy/corrective rape (with doctors etc prescribing medicine like female viagra to make us feel sexual attraction or removing antidepressants for 'making us asexual' and people telling us we just need a good kay to fix us-sound familiar?), get told we just need a good lay to be fixed by EVERYONE, are literally labeled a mental /physical illness in the dsm as hypoactive sexual desire disorder (sure recently they tacked on 'if the patient identifies as asexual it's fine' but MANY aces report feeling stressed and broken and wrong because we don't feel sexual attraction and didn't know about asexuality as a concept and thus we don't meet this caveat, asexuality needs to be removed from the dsm as an illness at ALL) just like lesbianism and homosexuality and trans ppl were deemed mentally ill, workplace discrimination, medical discrimination, and there are no options outside of marriage and marriage to 1 person to have tax benefits and be able to see them in the hospital like a spouse can so aspec relationships and poly relationships that are not marriage are just out of luck, we should keep it to ourselves, we should only tell our partner we are ace and not our friends and family and certainly not talk about it outside of the bedroom, we shouldn't talk about it online, we should not get rep in popular culture, because THINK OF THE CHILDREN, even though OUR children are saying (lgbt+children in general are saying the ace label helped them avoid things they were not ready for, and ace adults are saying they wished they knew about the label as a child bc then they would have known it was ok to not be interested in sex and they wouldn't have forced themselves into situations they weren't ready for and wouldn't regret doing as an adult

Dare I say this sounds like recycled homophobia and even homophobia today as well as transphobia? Are we truly so different?

People like to label us "a cringy tumblr invention" but even if we WERE we would not be any less valid, plus we have always existed. There are accounts of ancient queens reportedly only having sex to attempt for an heir and would only go again if they were not pregnant, Nikola tesla never married and never expressed any interest in anyone , some spinsters could have been asexual if they were alive today and used these modern labels

and even if it was a tumblr invention why suddenly does the phrase "literally all labels are made up and so are all words and that doesn't make them invalid" not apply? why does "gay/trans people have always existed we just weren't labeled as such until recently" suddenly no longer apply? just bc ppl put a new name to something old doesn't make it invalid

-FemaleWarrior