#My Name Is Gyptian

[curryvillain]

OLDIES SUNDAY: Gyptian - Serious Times (2005)

With the month of October coming to a close, we’d like to highlight an Artist who made a significant dent when his music crossed over to the International market. A man who didn’t stick to one style, and earned a number of hits along the way. He recently celebrated his 40th birthday, and his name is Gyptian. On today’s Oldies Sunday, we look back at his debut single, “Serious Times“. Produced by…

[aura2023]

Two drawings i did in june / july of 2023 of the Frostcup x His Dark Materials AU

I was supposed to post like other 2 drawings + sketches alongside these but got frustrated with the light ksadjkajd i still have the clip file just in case i decide to try again. A little bit of confusing info under the cut vvv

In this AU Jack and his sister are from a world where the human soul takes the form of an animal (daemon). A daemon can change form into any kind of animal when you are a kid. It' s final form gets settled when you grow up. Jack's daemon name is Ventisca, and his sister's is Mito.

This AU is Jack who is in Jordan Colleague working in the kitchens to provide for his family until he hears about children going missing and then the news of the disappearance of his sister and joins the gyptians to search for them.

In his search he encounters Hiccup, a soon to be scholar who is researching the dragons and their culture. If you watched the series or read the books, let's say that the dragons are like the armored bears. They soon team up to find jack's sister and find out what is going on.

She got kidnapped with many other children to be used in experiments about the relationship between humans and daemons. She is almost in the role of Lyra from the books. She also is the one to get the alethiomether.

I'm checking my obsidian folders and most of my notes are more of Jack's sister story than Hiccup and Jack *cries*

[clonerightsagenda]

Watched the first two episodes of HDM: The Golden Compass! Going to break these posts up bc I had many thoughts:

A bit perplexed by the text overlay at the start. Even if someone somehow came to this show without knowing anything about HDM, I think they can figure out that it's not in our world fairly quickly. (Tbh I am watching with my mom who only read the first book once a long time ago, but even she remembered that much.)

Prequel lore! At least I don't think The Golden Compass mentioned the floods. Yes I read it yesterday. No I don't remember. Don't look at me.

I like the intro! The boy and the girl silhouettes walking on opposing stairs… wonder if the boy is Will? Possibly a fakeout for non-readers to think it's Roger. The whole thing reminded me a bit of Interstellar also.

One of our first images of non-baby!Lyra is her scratching her name into a desk. Ouch. I respect it.

The scholars' emphasis on academic freedom hits different rn as someone working in higher ed in a red state lol. Help me

Now the TV show!Dust looks more appropriately ambiguously sinister!

The gyptians holding a settling ceremony makes a lot of sense. Lots of cultures have rituals acknowledging someone's transition into adulthood, of course that would happen in this world. It also indicates that they don't have the same hangups about maturation that the more 'mainstream' British culture does. I wonder if Latin American cultures do the equivalent of a quince when girls' daemons settle?

Asriel dumping Lyra on the bed the wrong way up with her shoes on the pillow after forgetting her in the cupboard for several hours….. establishing him as dad of the year right here.

Showing Billy Costa as the kid getting snatched makes sense to keep us tied to the gyptian storyline, but the book's first intro of Mrs. Coulter tricking Tony was so effective, I'm bummed that they didn't do that. Establishing character moment of all time

The presence of daemons in crowd shots is variable. That's fair though, everyone's special effects budget is limited. I imagine that's also why Pan has a few key forms, although most of them being mustelids sort of spoils his final form a bit. Iirc in the book Lyra had never seen him be a pine marten before, and he's done it several times already.

Speaking of daemons, Pan sounds like a young boy. Do daemon voices drop……

Shuffling the sequence of events makes it seem like Roger got abducted on purpose to get him out of the way. Rip to him if so

Finally, Lyra initially rejecting the alethiometer and claiming she "doesn't want secrets" seems a bit out of character for the kid who started the episode breaking into the retiring room.

[freuleinanna]

Asriel x Lyra via Chapter 4 of Trials (and errors) fic because I'm having feelings now 💛

Mercury. Lead. Cadmium. Aluminium. Any type of hazardous metals, Asriel is used to handling in his laboratory with according tools and protection, but when a tiny bundle nestles on the crook of his arm, he suddenly feels stupefied. What to do. How to hold it. How, for heaven’s sake, to not harm it?

Afraid of breathing the wrong way, he walks to the stairs. Thinks. Properly, carefully. Then sits on the lower steps, all the way making sure not to press the baby too hard, not to bump the head, not to… a billion other not-tos.

The tiniest face he’s ever seen wrinkles in sleep, and Asriel understands why it’s called ‘falling in love’. It is a fall. His heart plunges down toward something so entirely new, it’s torturing, yet rewarding at the same time. He felt it with Marisa but this, this is different. He stares at his daughter’s face with awe written all over his.

‘Won’t you introduce us?’ He’s oblivious to his own daemon approaching. Stelmaria rubs at his shoulder, her impressive might turned delicate, affectionate. Amber eyes find the baby. She gives the blanket a couple of sniffs and grumbles with content, tail slowly passing from side to side. Asriel feels holy.

‘Stelmaria, this is Lyra,’ he whispers proudly, stunned at the sheer strangeness of the words he never thought he’d use in a combination until he does. ‘My child.’

And then again, ‘My child.’ Like he’s perpetually amused by it. His chest shakes with a stifled laughter of joy.

The baby’s eyes aren’t fully closed, so he thinks he might need to ask Ma Costa if that’s alright. She’ll know. Still, the child appears happy in her slumber. His child, sleeping in his arms. Under her eyelids, a shard of blue. Gyptians say, everybody’s born with blue eyes, sky eyes, and only when spirits finish weaving the threads of one’s life here on earth, do they acquire their true color. What a bunch of nonsense. His child, Asriel knows, will have the bluest eyes forever, even when she’s all grown up. Because she’s theirs, Marisa’s and his.

A little mousy thing climbs from under the fold, yawning and squealing. Perhaps, it’s too hot there. The tiny daemon doesn’t even fully wake, slumping right back on his daughter’s chest and dreaming their little dreams.

‘Won’t you introduce us?’ Asriel turns to Stelmaria, echoing the question. The leopard comes to lick the mouse, her tongue as long as his whole body. A kiss of love, though she’s careful enough not to touch the baby. Small paws catch at the fur on her chin. She licks the daemon again, unmistakably pleased.

‘Feisty,’ she says with quiet fondness before resting a head on her human’s shoulder. ‘Asriel, this is Pantalaimon.’

‘Pantalaimon,’ the name settles over the little thing. Both little things. ‘Lyra and Pantalaimon.’

He sighs, content, amused. In love.

‘My child. My child.’

[ausetkmt]

Sean Paul has been running reggae and dancehall since the early 2000s, charting with hits like “Get Busy” and “Temperature” while solidifying his spot as one of the best artists of his era. After numerous accomplishments like winning a Grammy Award for Best Reggae Album and an American Music Award for Favorite Pop/Rock Male Artist, the renowned hitmaker continues to create bodies of work for the world to enjoy. 

In a conversation with REVOLT, Sean Paul spoke about his love for dancehall and reggae, and how today’s artists can show respect to the genres. The Kingston, Jamaica native also talked in depth about his relationship with Beenie Man and reigning together as the top dancehall artists.

Check out the exclusive Black Music Month chat below.

What do you think about the current era of reggae and dancehall? Which artists are doing a good job of carrying the genres? 

I’m very proud of the genre and the many influences it has had on many different forms of popular music, and popular names who do utilize it – from reggaeton to Afrobeats, as it lives on in those people and genres as well, not just the people from Jamaica. It’s bigger than us now, which is sometimes a bit nerve-racking or overwhelming. But at the same time, there are some players who are hot right now like Skillibeng and Skeng. Also, the ladies are doing their thing right now like Jada Kingdom, Stalk Ashley, and Shenseea. I’m happy to be a part of it, and I’m loving the vibe of the young kids doing their thing. 

How would you describe your relationship with dancehall and reggae? 

It’s a very big part of my life, my self-expression, my ego, and my day-to-day thoughts. As a kid, we didn’t have circuses or Nintendo to play – we had football on the road, cricket, and songs. It’s one of Jamaica’s best pastimes, so for us, it’s a part of our DNA. Similar to people in Middle America who have country and Westerns that explain their ways, or hip hop music for somebody who comes from The Bronx. That form of expression with hip hop, dancehall, and Afrobeats is us telling the world who we are. 

How have you been able to maintain your connection to these two genres while also tapping into the pop world and exploring other musical stylings? 

Even though I have hit songs that are more pop-oriented or a hybrid of what dancehall’s hardcore elements are, I’ll never say I’m not a dancehall artist. I’ll always look for the hot riddims that are out there and listen to what the culture is saying whether I like it or not. As someone who has accomplished so much for the genre and myself, I would say my word counts and [it holds] more weight now. My opinion, even if I don’t put out songs every year, is taking part in the culture while shaping it as well. 

Is there a dancehall/reggae artist you still want to work with? 

Last year, I released an album called Life We Living, where I collaborated with 19 different dancehall and reggae artists from the old school and new school – it was a wishlist I had. Me and Gyptian have always talked about doing a song and we’ve done demos together, so that’s one I’ll lean to say I would love to collaborate with. Also, I would say Stalk Ashley as well. 

Some artists have been met with scrutiny after dabbling in dancehall. What’s the best way creators can show love to the genre without appropriating it?

I think just the mere fact they put out singles and don’t say this is my dancehall single – they have the upperhand, while we have the influential soup we serve to everybody. We are the net that holds a lot of the popular music together. Coming here to work with some of our legendary producers is a way to do so and also saying, “This isn’t my latest single” because younger people who are 12 years old only knew “Baby Shark” about four or five years ago — they didn’t really know in-depth about music from artists. They hear a new song by an artist and it’s dance-oriented — the kids will say, “This is innovative” and receive it like it’s new. If I put out a country and Western album and say, “This is my latest music,” but I do dancehall and reggae, I think Willie Nelson would call it silly for you to be saying that’s dancehall music. Maybe they won’t be as petty as me or maybe they will say, “This guy thinks he’s doing his own version of the music, but it’s really ours.” I have a very small and weakly respected genre to represent, and I want to fly the flag as best as I can, and be a defender of the culture. 

You and Beenie Man were holding down reggae and dancehall during the 2000s and even collaborated. What was that reign like? 

[Beenie Man] and I have done many songs that didn’t get released – the last song with me and him came out in 2015. As dancehall artists, we record a lot of music, and some of them hit in certain areas while some hit all over the world. It’s a living, evolving relationship that you have with these producers and artists. Beenie Man is a consummate performer and a legend out here performing for people at 9 years old. There’s been times where he was heavily booed and has now become the king of the space.

Tell us about your Captain Morgan campaign for Vita Coco Spiked and why the collab was a good fit for you.

I’m always down for collabs and this one seemed like a great fit because it tastes good (laughs). The thing in Jamaica has been “The rum is something to sample,” so while I’m used to it, mixing it up with coconut water is something people don’t know about. When we have beach parties in Jamaica, and you’re drinking the rum, but the sun is dealing you, having a Vita Coco is essential. I’m loving the vibe of it. 

[adricthemindnimon]

Final rant about His Dark Materials (for now). There were some weird choices regarding race in the first 2 eps of series 3. 

1. King Ogunwe is no longer a king. Now he’s a commander, a leader of a rebellion against oppressive religious forces. Which, sure, makes sense in plot-wise (though I found the Ogunwe who said “I am a king, but it is my privilege to fight for a world where there are no kings” much more interesting and original). But taking the Doyleist perspective... They just took a black man and transformed his character from a proud, powerful King who was so committed to bringing about a better world that he took up a fight that didn’t really directly benefit him... and made him something akin to a slave leading a rebellion. I know that’s an inflammatory and dramatic way of describing the tv show character, and it’s not 100% accurate, but... it’s not far off. He’s still a powerful leader with or without Asriel, he still becomes Asriel’s top general, he’s still a thoughtful and intelligent and commanding character. But that change still seems like a shame.

2. Ama’s a blonde white girl now? The book has Mrs. Coulter take Lyra to essentially the Himalayas, where Lyra’s helped by an enterprising young Nepali (~ish, the world-to-world comparisons aren’t perfect) girl. Why move that part of the story to Germany? Why make Ama a white kid? This change I dislike because it’s part of a bigger issue I have with the show, namely that the world seems small. Considering that this show traverses not only the entirety of Lyra’s world, but also a lot of other worlds too, the scope feels remarkably small in this telling. Everyone (~) speaks with the same accent. Gyptians speak like Oxford scholars speak like ice bears speak like magisterium folks. Ama was a chance for the show to expand properly. To give us a kid who clearly isn’t from the same world as Lyra. To give us a different language and a different culture. So while I thought making her deaf and using sign language was a cool idea, the barriers between her and Will were so easily overcome - there was some interpreting by Balthamos, but also she clearly understood English and could lip read what Will was saying. The loss of the racial, cultural, and (complete) linguistic differences and/or barriers let the world of the show just keep shrinking ever smaller.

[sporadically-writing]

Northern Navigators

To say that Lyra was excited for the Gyptian’s arrival in Trollesund would be the understatement of the century. They were getting closer and closer to the north with each passing day! And also getting closer to finding Rodger! Lyra was overjoyed! The town beyond Maggie’s boat held any number of surprises and she and Pan were bursting to find it out.

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“You’ve already looked at it from that direction.” the daemon said, attempting to move the paper in his human’s hands a different direction.

“Alright! Hey!” the woman said, moving the large piece out of the way.

The two of them made a strange pair, sort of. The woman had a large backpack strapped to her back, seemingly loaded down with all manners of previsions. She might as well have worn a sign that said, ‘I am not from here.’ That, and the fact that her daemon was probably one of the largest most of the people in Trollesund were used to seeing. A reindeer, regardless of proximity to the north, was going to stand out. Neither of them really seemed to mind though, focused more on the map in the woman’s hands. 

“I’m not deliberately taking a long time, you know that right?” the woman asked, “I’m trying to get my bearings here.”

“And you’ve been doing that for about ten minutes.”

“It would be a lot easier if the map was labeled.”

“Sure” the reindeer chuckled.

“Hush you” the woman chuckled back. Then she went back to cross referencing.

It was then, that a little girl walked near them. “What are you doing?” she asked.

The woman with curly brown hair pulled the map down away from her face. She had a brown coat wrapped around her waist, no doubt to be worn when it got colder (not that it was really warm at all now). She had sensible brown trousers and sturdy looking boots along with an evergreen button shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows and a pair of brown suspenders. She looked every inch an adventurer. 

“Well,” the woman said, answer the short haired blonde girl, “I’m supposed to be reading this map.”

The reindeer beside her made a snorting sound, she looked over and smirked at him momentarily.

“But,” she said back to the girl, “It doesn’t have any words on it.”

“That’s silly” the girl responded.

“A little, but it just takes a bit of time. You just have to know what you’re looking for.”

The reindeer daemon nudged her shoulder with his snout, carefully avoiding her with his antlers. Fine, the gesture said, I’ll concede, you win. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, darling. What are you doing all the way out here by yourself?” the woman asked.

“I’m not alone,” she said, pointing to two men talking quietly to themselves beyond her, “I’m traveling with some Gyptians. We’re searching for their missing children.”

“Well,” the woman said, frowning, “I sure hope you find them... what’s your name?”

“Lyra, and this is Pan.” Lyra gestured down to wear a small white ermine wiggling his nose at her. 

“Pleasure to meet you Lyra. Pan.”

“What’s your name?” Lyra asked.

“Libby. Libby Lancaster. And this is Elliot.”

The reindeer smiled as best as he could, bowing his head to Lyra and Pan. 

“He’s the biggest daemon I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know they settled as animals that big” Lyra said.

“He always liked animals about this size growing up,” Libby mused, “I suppose that says something about me, doesn’t it?”

Libby folded up the map and crouched a little, getting eye level with Lyra. “You know,” she whispered, “My mum always told me that it was because I have a bigger personality. I’ve come to believe that’s true. If Pan settles like Elliot here did, Lyra, people are going to have some things to say about you. I’m telling you, don’t listen to word any of them say. You should never feel ashamed for you who you are. If they want you to be less, that’s their problem.”

The two ladies shared a smile before Lyra’s name was called. The men she was with motioned for her to join them and Lyra nodded, quickly turning to Libby.

“Good luck with your map, maybe we’ll see you on our journey!” she said.

“Maybe! Good luck finding your friends, hopefully we do see you around. You could introduce us.”

With that, Lyra ran off to join her adults, leaving Libby and Elliot smiling after her. Libby leaned back, resting herself on Elliot as she looked up at his face.

“What a nice little girl” she said.

“I hope we do see her again, she seems like fun” Elliot agreed. Libby smiled with a laugh, before unfolding the map again.

“Now where were we?”

Little did the two navigators know, they would be seeing Lyra again very soon. 

[littletayyswriting]

a choice to make

Title: a choice to make

Author: LittleTayy

Ratings: Mature

Characters: Marisa Coulter, Lord Asriel, Lyra Belacqua

Summary: Lyra Belacqua is three months old when Mrs. Coulter makes a choice.

AN: Is this good? Not really. But I couldn’t get it out of my head. Please, please heed the warnings. I hope you enjoy! Please leave a comment. :)

WARNING: This story contains thoughts and themes of filicide and graphic thoughts of child harm. If this may be triggering or distressing to you, please do not read. 

Read On: AO3

He wanted her to mother the baby. She could tell.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to necessarily. But every time she was near the babe it felt as if she didn’t know what to do. Marisa wasn’t used to not knowing and the more frustrated she got, the harder it all became.

Asriel just didn’t understand.

He didn’t spend any time with the babe; other than making sure she was happy and fed - by the gyptian woman that looked after her. He didn’t even do the feeding itself. Yet, whenever Marisa was there, he all but forced her to tend to the babe. She didn’t come here, to the Belacqua estate to be a mother.

Still though, she was drawn to the little thing. Lyra, though she rarely thought of the baby by name, was a cute squirmy little thing. She had grown in the three months since she’d entered the world and now she looked even more like Asriel than she had in the beginning. To Marisa, the babe looked like a perfect copy of her father.

Looking down at Lyra now, her little face red and squalling in discontent, Marisa felt the panic start to swell inside her. The Golden Monkey clutched at the crib bars in agitation. She scowled at him as she reached in to pick up the child. Lyra wiggled and squirmed, her little mouth opening wide as she cried, the sound getting louder and louder.

Marisa frowned, eyes wide as she tried to rock the child as she’d seen the gyptian woman do. Except, unlike the woman, she couldn’t seem to calm Lyra down. Her hands tightened as they held onto the baby, the urge to shake her into quietness welling up in her. But it only made Lyra cry more and harder - Asriel had dismissed the woman for the evening and now he was nowhere to be found either.

The Golden Monkey opened his ugly little mouth to speak, whether to soothe or berate, Marisa did not know and she did not give him time to voice his words. Instead, she lashed out with her foot, to kick him squarely across the chin. They gasped and whimpered in tandem, the daemon scuttling away to cling to the door frame. She ignored him.

“Hush, hush,” she whispered desperately to the child. Yet, the baby did not quiet and Marisa’s grip tightened once again as it squirmed against her harder. She wanted to shake it, to cover it’s mouth and stop it’s incessant squalling. She shouldn’t though. She couldn’t it.

She felt squirmy herself then, her skin overheating and her breathing labored. She couldn’t do this; she couldn’t be some kind of mother figure to this girl that Asriel was so determined to keep. She should’ve dashed the baby’s head the moment she realized the thing looked like Asriel. Instead, sentiment had taken hold of her and she’d let Asriel spirit the thing away like some thief in the night.

And he was a thief, Asriel had stolen so much from her…

Marisa shook her head, words I can’t, I can’t whispered through stuttered breath as she dumped the babe back into its crib. She wasn’t gentle or careful and it only made the wailing louder. How Asriel couldn’t hear the atrocious thing was beyond her.

Her hands gripped the bar as she stared down at the baby she’d birthed, seeing nothing but the proof of her sins and the damage of her wicked little daemon. It disgusted her. She didn't want to be it's mother. The thought flittered enticingly through her mind then; she could still get rid of it, here and now. No one knew about the baby. It would be so easy to pick up the nursing cushion on the rocking chair and smother it.

Crib-death was common enough. No one would think anything of it. Except…

Except, Asriel would know. And he would never forgive her. But maybe she could live with his hate, if it meant this little thing didn’t tear her life apart.

“Marisa!” Asriel’s voice boomed down the hallway, straining to be heard over the crying. She barely looked up from the little thing as Stelmaria and her lover charged into the room. “For Authority’s sake, woman, calm her!” Asriel said before he stopped to take in Marisa for a moment. He frowned.

Stelmaria spoke then. Cautious and steady. “Asriel,” she warned. She lifted her majestic head to Marisa then. “You should go Marisa,” Stelmaria told the woman and Marisa nodded.

She stepped away from the crib quickly, eyes on Stelmaria as Asriel scooped their daughter up and began to calm her down. The babe’s cries lessening in the comfort of her fathers arms. It made Marisa sneer.

She didn’t want to be a mother. Not now, not like this.

“You wanted to keep it, Asriel. I will not see the child again. Understand?” Marisa told him plainly, voice low. She kept her eyes on Asriel’s, to make sure he understood and though he scowled at her, he did not say a thing.

Marisa turned her back then, on her lover and her child and strode out of the nursery. The Golden Monkey gave one last pleading look at the occupants of the room before scampering after her. She’d made her choice and nothing was going to change that now.

[nightmdic]

"don't chase the rabbit"

their visits weren't so often; perhaps maybe once a week or every other time when the small family work venture to the gyptian family. her father always standing so proud and serious around the other man, her mother usually off painting and drinking out of cleaned jars with the other woman. she can't remember their names, but she always thought the woman was so nice.

it was so long ago the memory feels faded, but now she recalls - this rather smaller boy that came with the couple, that seemed to stick to himself where her brothers didn't quite interact with him; they were all older, and didn't want to hang around with some kid.

except - she was closer around the same age as him. she remembers dashing through the grass to him, astrid as a lioness cub at her side as they approach. various colorations of various paints stain her attire, some patches in astrid's fur as though she had been helping her human in recent projects.

"you seemed really sad over here - you wanna come play? my mommy just got these pretty paints and crayons! we can draw something together!" there's enthusiasm in her tone in making a friend, a hand eagerly sticking out towards him as astrid smiles at his daemon, tail shifting back and forth more akin to a dog.

@aercnaut || dont chase the rabbit

[insanityxofxmuses]

Prompt: "I know you still love me.." || His Dark Materials || Asriel x Jupiter

A/N: fuck.. I know this will cause a huge mess.. but I'll do it... Spoiler Jopari is alive in my fic.. so here I go..

Asriel watched, as a familiar looking woman came in. her booted feet, and baggy clothes gave the impression she was definitely the gyptian woman from his past that he hadn't seen since leaving that world.

"well if it isn't the Gyptian woman, who use to love coming into my office or lab to learn?" he smirked as he slowly looked up to her face. she didn't look happy.

"Hello again, Asriel." she said, her tone was low, he smirked at that fact he still had an effect on the woman. there were only specific people who didn't call him 'Lord Asriel'. that would be Marisa Coulter, Marisa's sister, and this Gyptian woman named Jupiter. Jupiter was Ma costa's younger sister. "destroy anymore children lately?"

"now, wait a minute, that was one time..." he said, "i have found a new way of doing things."

"sure." she simply said and that was when he realized there was another person in the room with them.

"Who is this?" he asked, finally taking a look at the guy he just realized was holding hands with His Jupiter. Asriel's jaw tightened.

"Oh? you mean Jopari? i mean John Parry? he is my boyfriend, Asriel." she moved closer to Jopari and leaned into him, wrapping an arm around him and leaning up to kiss him. the sight of her with another man started to piss Asriel off.

Jopari smiled down at jupiter and glanced over at Asriel. he couldnt help the smirk that formed on his lips.

"I didn't realize you had any relation to Lord Asriel, Jupe, Darling." Jopari said.

"Our relationship has always been.... complicated." Jupiter said, looking back up at Jopari. "may i have a minute alone with him. to catch up?"

Jopari kept his arm around her, glancing over at Asriel again. "you sure?" he asked and looked back at Jupiter.

"yes, love, I'll be right back out in a few moments. go check on Lyra and Will." she told him, and he nodded slowly, dipping his head down to purposely kiss her deeper, his fingers entangling in her hair and tugging, resulting in a small moan escaping her. Asriel's hands form fists, and Stelmaria rubs against his leg to calm him down.

Jopari then leaves, a bit of a smirk on his lips as he saw the reaction he got from Asriel at how Jupe responded to him. he could tell Asriel was jealous.

"Oh Asriel, you can't be acting like that now. you treated me with disrespect, i was just a way of getting your frustrations out. you never loved me, i know that now." Jupiter says. "and i never can forgive the crap you are pulling."

Asriel moved around the workbench and towards the Gyptian woman, she stepped back but could not go far, she was pressing her back against the wall now. Asriel tower over her and her breathe was shaky now.

"I know you still love me." he said in a husky low tone, with his head dipped down by her ear. Jupiter closed her eyes and gulped. it had been too long since she had seen this man now towering over her, she had forgotten just how much he effected her.

"maybe so, but you never claimed me, when you could have so many times. you could have shown me real love. but you never did." Jupiter tried to stay calm and stand her ground, but when she spoke those words, his hand shot out quicker than she ever expected and she let out a small noise that was a mix of a choke and a moan. her eyes rolled back and her hands gripped at his wrist.

"you are so easily effected by my touch, Jupe." he growled and used the nickname the other man had used for her. "you can't tell me I'm lying about that. just look at you, woman." he chuckled and let her throat go.

"you are mad, you have completely lost yourself." she said through the gasping. she knelt down to swing her leg around and trip him to make him land on his back. which he did. "i did love you, at one point. my body may react to you now still, but that doesn't mean you own me. Jopari makes me feel loved when he touches me. you? use to make me feel loved, but now i realize it was just lust. you never loved me." she stood from a kneeling position and looked down at Asriel. "goodbye asriel."

[zourite]

"Woman I Love You (feat. Teflon)" by Gyptian, Teflon https://spoti.fi/2RJCgPu

[themculibrary]

Outsider POV Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: April 13th, 2024

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Summary: How Dr Lauren McKinley, psychologist, randomly acquired not one, but two new clients of the superhero kind, because she was a little too curious to say no.

Everyday Superhero (ao3) - stoneage_woman T, 63k

Summary: When a field trip to Stark Industries ends in disaster, Roger Harrington finds himself faced with an impossible choice. Suddenly, Tony Stark is shoving an NDA in his face while Peter Parker stares at him with terrified, desperate eyes. Nothing in his 13-year teaching career could have prepared Harrington for this, but he knows one thing for sure: ten years ago, he’d stared down into the sightless eyes of a seventeen-year-old girl, and he’d sworn to himself that he would never again lose another student. He’s going to do everything in his power to keep that promise now…even if it costs him everything.

Set during and post Spider-Man Homecoming. A realistic field trip story that also explores the long-term consequences of trauma and responsibility, written by a real-life teacher.

Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter’s Emergency Contact + 1 Time He Shows Up Anyway (ao3) - kingdomfaraway G, 9k

Summary: “Peter,” Jim started, “if you’re more comfortable with your Aunt, we can reschedule for another time.”

“Nonsense,” Tony said, speaking before Peter could. “She’s a very busy woman, I, on the other hand, have all the time in the world.”

Jim kept eye contact with Peter, who just nodded. “It’s fine, I’m sure he would show up anyway…”

Tony gave a very smug grin to both Peter and then to Jim.

House Party Protocol (ao3) - Brosedshield pepper/tony T, 3k

Summary: Henry Hernandez worked in construction. He built things, fixed things, and he made his (modest, middle-class) fortune building and fixing for one Tony Stark, genius and disaster of Stark Industries. And their connection happened mostly by accident

A retrospective on Tony Stark from the guy who puts in new windows after parties, repairs blaster burns in the labs, and knows that Mr. Stark's computer's name is Jarvis and he's really very intelligent. Most action takes place in key points in IM3.

IM Spotter (ao3) - Gyptian G, 2k

Summary: Floriana has headed up the IM Spotter club, New York branch for years, in a certain cafe with a very good view of Stark Tower. Never has she dreamed of having such a special guest, however.

Meeting Pepper Potts (fanfiction.net) - AngelShep 

Summary: Each Avenger met Virginia "Pepper" Potts in their own memorable way. This is how. Pepperony. Just a little light-hearted one-shot.

Mutants (ao3) - sameuspegasus N/R, 3k

Summary: All teachers dread parent-teacher night. This one’s worse than usual.

Feat. Boundaries? I don’t know this word. He’s not my boyfriend! Flash Thompson’s A+ parents Tony and Peter are enormous nerds Gym class is important Oh my God, what’s that in the bio lab

Open for Business (ao3) - opal_earrings T, 3k

Summary: Jake likes his night shift at the gas station in the middle of nowhere because nothing ever happens. The only reason he took the job is because nothing ever happens.

But then something actually does. A teenager comes in covered in blood and asking to use his phone, and somehow that’s not the strangest thing that’s going to happen during his shift tonight.

Peter Parker: Intern Cryptid (ao3) - Karu_Ambrogio T, 9k

Summary: The 5 college level interns, who actually interacted with Tony Stark himself on occasion, would be jealous of the 16 year old Peter Parker appearing from nowhere and being the obvious favorite if they weren’t so busy being terrified by him.

Progress Report (ao3) - sameuspegasus N/R, 10k

Summary: Ms. Warren has some questions for Tony Stark regarding the exact nature of Peter’s internship. She gets invited to the lab to see for herself.

quaranteens (ao3) - blueh T, 6k

Summary: “Peter Parker,” Cindy says. Peter’s head snaps up so fast that it almost looks inhuman. “Did Tony Stark just waltz in and pick up his child in the background of your Zoom call?”

Peter freezes. Wide-eyed, with ‘guilty’ written on his forehead in 72, bold, Times New Roman font. It takes a solid thirty seconds before he can put himself together enough to click the unmute button.

“I—no?” Peter says. His voice is startlingly high pitched and his expression is nothing short of horrified.

Damn, if that isn’t anything but a confession.

Or: a day in the life of the quarantined high school spider-kid, as seen through the eyes of his first-period chemistry class.

research and disaster (ao3) - blueh T, 9k

Summary: The interns at Stark Industries have some questions about Peter Parker. The answers aren’t quite what they expect.

When in Vegas... (ao3) - pherryt bucky/clint G, 1k

Summary: In retrospect, everything lined up in a logical fashion - True Disaster Barton style all the way - and yet Kate still finds herself surprised to hear the news.

[clonerightsagenda]

Ok yeah, setting aside the name, the gyptians' portrayal seems to be above board, at least from my outsider perspective. They've got individual personalities, they remind Lyra she can't just wear their culture as a costume, and they have their own shit going on already rather than being cheerful assistants to the main character. I had misremembered them being the ones with a cultural prophecy surrounding Lyra, which I was uneasy about, but that was the witches, so false alarm.

Which brings me to my new Thing To Contemplate, the whole HDM witches situation vis-a-vis Gender.

[c-kaeru]

Sooooo...

Is anyone here a fan of His Dark Materials too? I've been re-reading the books in English lately, and man they're really my favorites. I also started watching the series and so far it's not bad! Which leads me to this...SPN HDM AU because I'm trash...

So Cas got an owl dæmon, and he's a high ranking member of the magisterium because of his family heritage. His whole world collapses when he discovers the atrocities they're doing and he ends up joining the Gyptians in their quest against the gobblers, or some shit like that. (You probably guess where this is going, Dean and Sam are Gyptians hehehe) Overall I just think I wanted to draw him in cool clothes with a dæmon hahaha (And I really enjoyed drawing that owl hehe tho idk what her name is) (For those not familiar with the HDM universe, there is several worlds but in the one we follow there's witches, talking intelligent bears, and the humans souls take an external form as an animal, called dæmon, always the opposite sex as the human. Dæmons can take any animal form until the human reaches puberty, then it settles on one form. (Man I really love this world) )

[s-n-arly]

I was wondering, my friend and her mom got in an argument about using the G slur for Romani people, my friend saying that it's a slur and they shouldn't say it and her mom arguing that there wasn't any other alternative words to use. My friend recommended "Romani" and her mom said it was a culture/race and not a religion??? Which, I know next to nothing about all this so I don't know if that's true but I presume it isn't? But anyway I saw your post about why to not use the G slur if you aren't Romani and you were very kind so I wanted to ask if you knew what we should say to my friend's mom? Is Romani an acceptable alternative? If not, what is?

Thank you so much for asking, and for providing the context, as that really helps how I would approach this. Romani is an ethnic group of nomadic people that came out of India in the distant past. There are a wide range of religions practiced by the Romani people depending on where they ended up. There’s actually a large contingent of Muslam Romani and a not insignificant number of Christian (often Catholic) Romani. Outsiders called us “Gypsy” or “Gyptians” from the mistaken belief that we came from Egypt. Romani is technically an ethnicity, not a religion, however, there is no “Gypsy religion.” The g-slur has more recently been adopted by free-spirited new age folks who have romanticized and fetishized our wandering narrative while discarding the hate and extermination that we have experienced on pretty much every step of our diaspora. Claiming or appropriating the word in this way is repulsive. You can not ignore centuries of violent baggage that are attached to a word.  This is why the N-word is off limits to non black people. There is violence and ownership inherent in white history of the use of this word. “Gypsy” has been applied to us as we were rounded up and sent to new locations (how my family got to the US); as we were forcibly sterilized and murdered. It was stamped on our papers as we were sent straight to the gas chambers of Auschwitz because we weren’t worthy of slavery. It isn’t a word we use for ourselves, but it is our word. It is not available for others to name their businesses or religions with no regard for how it has been used to curse us.

I’m certain there is easily another far more appropriate term for the religion your friend’s mom thinks this applies to.  Without a bit more information on who she’s using it for (I’ve heard people of new age, wiccan, and crystal beliefs using it), I couldn’t tell you which term that is. I would point out to your friend’s mom that while it’s true that Romani isn’t a religion, the g-slur isn’t either. If she insists it really is, ask her to consider how appropriate it would be for a white person to claim the N-word as a religious name. And suggest that whatever religion she is referring to by this name surely has a proper name of its own.

Again, thank you for asking and for trying to help retire this word from active use.

[whumphoarder]

hi! sorry if you already have a rec list for this, but do you have any outsider pov fics? like i read this one series with peters physics teacher which was super cool so if u know of any others kinda like that or of civilians that spidey has helped? i also super enjoyed ur school nurse one lol

Five Time Faculty Members Had to Call Peter's Emergency Contact + 1 Time He Shows Up Anyway by kingdomfaraway

“Peter,” Jim started, “if you’re more comfortable with your Aunt, we can reschedule for another time.”

“Nonsense,” Tony said, speaking before Peter could. “She’s a very busy woman, I, on the other hand, have all the time in the world.”

Jim kept eye contact with Peter, who just nodded. “It’s fine, I’m sure he would show up anyway…”

Tony gave a very smug grin to both Peter and then to Jim.

Everyday Superhero by stoneage_woman

When a field trip to Stark Industries ends in disaster, Roger Harrington finds himself faced with an impossible choice. Suddenly, Tony Stark is shoving an NDA in his face while Peter Parker stares at him with terrified, desperate eyes. Nothing in his 13-year teaching career could have prepared Harrington for this, but he knows one thing for sure: ten years ago, he'd stared down into the sightless eyes of a seventeen-year-old girl, and he'd sworn to himself that he would never again lose another student. He's going to do everything in his power to keep that promise now…even if it costs him everything.

Set during and post Spider-Man Homecoming. A realistic field trip story that also explores the long-term consequences of trauma and responsibility, written by a real-life teacher.

Big Secrets, And Other Things To Talk To Your Therapist About by Aimael

How Dr Lauren McKinley, psychologist, randomly acquired not one, but two new clients of the superhero kind, because she was a little too curious to say no.

Mutants by sameuspegasus

All teachers dread parent-teacher night. This one's worse than usual.

Feat. Boundaries? I don't know this word. He's not my boyfriend! Flash Thompson's A+ parents Tony and Peter are enormous nerds Gym class is important Oh my God, what's that in the bio lab

IM Spotter by Gyptian

Floriana has headed up the IM Spotter club, New York branch for years, in a certain cafe with a very good view of Stark Tower. Never has she dreamed of having such a special guest, however.

Open for Business by @opal-earrings

Jake likes his night shift at the gas station in the middle of nowhere because nothing ever happens. The only reason he took the job is because nothing ever happens.

But then something actually does. A teenager comes in covered in blood and asking to use his phone, and somehow that’s not the strangest thing that's going to happen during his shift tonight.

research and disaster by blueh

The interns at Stark Industries have some questions about Peter Parker. The answers aren’t quite what they expect.

A Good Kid by kuragay

Ricky thinks that May's an exceptional woman, and he thinks that Peter's an exceptional kid. But there's no denying that the Parker household is full of mysteries, and most of them are centered around Peter and his supposed internship with Tony Stark.

“Is that a cat?” (no, it’s a kitten.) by zimnokurw

Mel, intern of Stark Industries founds a kitten, but if she wants to help her, she have to take Molly (yeah, so she named her already, problem?) to the company. But that's only four hours so nobody will even notice anything! Well, a kid noticed. And FRIDAY, and then Mr. Hogan and Dr. Stark. And suddenly she's screwed. Or is she?

When In Doubt, Blame Spider-Man by @ambivalentmarvel

Peter finds a ten-year-old friend out in the cold near his group home and decides to take action.

Peter Parker: Intern Cryptid by Karu_Ambrogio

The 5 college level interns, who actually interacted with Tony Stark himself on occasion, would be jealous of the 16 year old Peter Parker appearing from nowhere and being the obvious favorite if they weren't so busy being terrified by him.

Progress Report by sameuspegasus

Ms. Warren has some questions for Tony Stark regarding the exact nature of Peter's internship. She gets invited to the lab to see for herself.

Love, hate on by @madasthesea

She’d planned for this moment for two years, seven months, and eighteen days: As she’d stood above her daughter’s freshly dug grave, she’d decided that Tony Stark would die by her hand. And now was her moment.

She had only intended to grab Stark, tell him what he’d done that merited the punishment she was going to give, and kill him fast before anyone started looking. But here was this kid, an act of providence.

She didn’t have to tell Stark now, she could show him. She could make him suffer like she’d suffered, make him pay for his crimes. An eye for an eye, a child for a child.

Should’ve Stuck with Bed, Bath & Beyond by @whumphoarder

Having recently quit a high-stress job at the local ER, Patrick Carmichael—the rookie nurse at Midtown School of Science and Technology—is ready to settle into a nice quiet life of handing out band-aids and ice packs and collecting students’ mandatory sports physical forms.

Unfortunately, he's about to meet Peter Parker.