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mistressemmedi · 3 years

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Måneskin: "Different from whom?"

Greetings from Miley Cyrus - phenomenal numbers.

The streams of Zitti e Buoni are growing by the second, and ahead of Muse, on the top of the English charts, twelfth in the Spotify Global Chart. We almost tripled followers after Rotterdam (from 1.4 to 3.3 million, ed). Contagious and universal madness: T-shirts and merchandise sold out in 10 minutes. Like records, tickets for a tour that adds dates and expands on maps. They are even looking for us in festivals where the Rolling Stones have played. - Thomas

After the whole cocaine scandal that was started against us from France, which was later denied by my drug test, in Spain there people have been making murals with my face saying "No drugs". Some tweets made us laugh: «Congratulations, Italy! I have never been so sure that four people have fucked each other ". Miley Cyrus started following us. "You are great". “You are more” . - Damiano

From rags to riches - what a story

It was only 2016, and we were playing in restaurants, on the streets, in via del Corso (famous street in Rome). Damiano without a microphone, Thomas's guitar with broken strings, Ethan drummed on a cajón. At the occupations of the high schools in Rome (Kennedy, Virgilio, Mamiani) we had our first gigs and half an hour of fame, between those who criticized us and those who said "these guys are so cool". One of the rare times in which they offered to pay us to play - 50 euros each - we offered that money to those after us, in exchange for the chance to play during their time slow, as we knew there would have been a bigger crowd. We already understood then how it worked. That visibility was worth more than the money. We still think so ». - Victoria

The intimacy of rock - Choice of a genre

Music allows is this miracle which allows one to talk about very personal and private topics, even difficult and delicate ones. They are and remain deeply yours, but at the same time they become a confession that reaches a wider audience, and in this passage which is like a delivery, they also find their place in you, their elaboration. They are overcome, they are accepted. One moment it feels aggressive, one moment later a (soft) ballad. It's very cathartic. - Damiano

Against panic - The stage as therapy

I have suffered a lot from anxiety and panic attacks, it is a problem that I have worked on thanks to a course of psychotherapy, to my friends and family. Playing has helped me not to let myself be paralyzed by my fears, not to be limited in my private and professional life. I have learned to accept, to live with this side of me. I don't hide it. I no longer feel ashamed. - Victoria

This belief that only crazy people go to the psychologist is widespread ignorance. Nobody is born learned. And it is often difficult to understand why we are here, let alone the derivation and direction of our desires. It is a long and legitimate journey towards one's clarity. - Damiano

Essere fuori di testa – Ma diversi da loro (Be out of your mind - But different from them)

Already feeling a strong passion for something that is not a 'regular' profession but an artistic language, it puts you on a level where you're an anomaly, and while you're neither superior nor inferior to others, it places you in the condition of what breaks the mold but you're also being at a loss, leaving it to you to be bold and to take risks, hoping that they will pay off and land you somewhere. "What good is it if you don't stand out on your own?". You want to give it an aesthetic to your artistic dream, but to others it boils down to " You dress differently! You must be gay! ”, I'm 22 now and it makes me laugh, but at 17 it had an effect on me too. - Damiano

The beauty of being unique - Of believing in that and defending it

After all, we are all different not because we want to be alternative but because really no one is the same. Justice is being judged on what you do and not what you are. Justice is equality, respect, beauty. - Ethan

Fluid sexuality - Pride is freedom

We appreciate heels on men, we kiss each other, we have an open, extended mind, and we are proud of it. The horizons become vast, beyond the oppression of conservative families. With information on the web, knowledge is enriched and with it the possibility that minorities will be fewer and fewer, because majorities will be fewer and fewer. This will lower the volume to insults and bullying. If social networks can reach a village of 50 souls to reveal to someone, who is afraid of the darkness, that someone has felt that same fear.. There is no longer the need to give it a name, to define that "something" to fear, to brand it with labels that only limit you. Definitions have always had this effect on me. Gender should not even be considered in a person's judgment. Let alone orientation ". - Victoria

Sexism - A culture to be dismantled

Emma (Italian singer) dropped the bomb:" When I went to Eurovision, they insulted me over a pair of shorts. Damiano - half naked and in heels - was never criticized ". The judgment against women is constant, ferocious, and demeaning (if I have a lot of sex I'm cool but Vic a whore, where I show myself strong I'm a leader she is domineering and pain in the ass, who is successful because only because of her looks [and not the hard work she puts in]). As a male I am privileged, the harassment I suffer is not comparable to that experienced by a woman, the comments on my aesthetics are focused only on my aesthetics and do not insinuate anything about my professionalism and my competence, while women are victims of this kind of thinking in a systemic way. But I did find myself in a situation, out of nowhere, with someone who, pulling close to her for a selfie, started licking my face ... "What do you want, did you ask me?" Consent exists, and it is a must ». - Damiano

To grow as a person - The only rule to follow

For me, to conform is the total opposite of educating oneself, and the asphyxiation of one's expression (of freedom). Fortunately, I did not suffer heavy bullying, to the point where I felt I needed to change to adapt to how others saw me. But the matrix of who I am and the aggression that marks me is the same. If I'm a kid who dances and loves dolls, then allow me the freedom to do so. I used to be a kid who wanted long hair and played with Barbies. My friends, as a teenager, looked my long hair and teased me: "You have to find yourself a girl with a short hair to make up for it". My grandparents took the dolls away from me and said: “Stop it, they're not for you” ». - Ethan

“I was six and I already could not tolerate the distinctions between masculine and feminine. I've always had strong ideas about how I wanted to be. I refused things typically defined as feminine as a child, and they made fun of me for skating, for playing soccer, for not wearing skirts, for giving myself the chance to be as I wanted to be. I suffered a little, as I was bullied, but I had courage to stay true to myself, and today thanks to that courage I know that I could have been much more hurt, or I would have risked leaving the most important decision to others: the one about being just me". - Victoria

Love - music and girlfriends

I've been married to music for the past 20 years. I cannot wait to celebrate our golden wedding anniversary. - Ethan

Everyone goes through their own experiences, sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, but it's never other people's business." - Thomas

When, for the first time, I developed feelings and attraction for a girl it was a bit disorienting because I had never had the courage to go beyond the limitations I had imposed on myself. For society, being heterosexual is the norm and therefore often one automatically pegs himself in that way, giving up the freedom to experience many different shades and facets of love. Once I got over the initial insecurity of having to question one's own certainties, I lived my sexuality in a very natural and free way, as it should be for everyone. - Victoria

I had paparazzi under my house morning and night. So, after four years of relationship, I finally revealed her name. I still have the paparazzi under my house morning and night, but at least I don't have to hide anything anymore. - Damiano

The value of the group - Protecting each other

But the real relationship, the real family, is between us. Our band. We believed in it from the first day, even before calling ourselves Måneskin (moonlight in Danish), even before Ethan drew a giant moon, on the poster for our first concert. We share everything, even the pain of the tragedy of Seid Visin, who committed suicide at 20 because he was a victim of racism. Being a group is what we should all do together: stay united and not retreat in the slightest in the face of abuses generated by a distorted vision of someone "being different|. - Thomas

Non ho l’età – like Gigliola (It references Gigliola Cinquetti who won both Sanremo and Eurovision with her song "Non ho l’età" which translates to Not old enough)

Before us, the only one to win Sanremo and Eurovision together was Gigliola Cinquetti (in 1964). Is there is something for which I feel I am not yet old enough for? No, honestly no. Maybe for kids. I'll be honest, I'm not enough to be a dad. - Damiano

Reached the sky - What fears still remain

We are more than in the dream, we have conquered the dream. To fly high this high, there is the risk is to fall and get hurt, but we will try not to end up like Icarus, who burns his wings with the sun. Everything is in our hands. And this - somewhat presumptuously - reassures us rather than frighten us ". - Damiano

(ORIGINAL INTERVIEW IN ITALIAN)

[Please note that I have changed some words or structure sentence, trying to make it so that the interview made more sense lol - I skipped the first two paragraphs, which was basically the interviewer gushing over how pretty the band is lmao (relatable).

Any mistakes in the translation are sorely mine, nothing was proofread, so apologies in advance]

#maneskin #ethan torchio #damiano david #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #i'm off to drink some wine lol

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twary · 3 years

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i-im not sure if i will keep going with this, but right now i'm really excited about Fulmine...;u;

I don't have a story for her yet, B U T soon I will think of something!...(I guess).

I'd like to remember that all the drawing and writing part was made by me, so please don't use as if u have made it.

Warning: a little language at part 5

Well, I wanted u to know more about Fulmine's personality, just because yes.

Fulmine initially was made for fit in Golden Wind, but I get exited and made more clothes for her, like if she was made for the other parts too ya know? (here I will write about part 1-5) Oh! I also has made some chibis of Fulmine 'cause she looked too serious in the previous drawn, she's just timid, be patient with her sulky face pls🥺

And I've done a sheet about her

*not my authority, just found randonly*

Now, let's get started~

Phantom Blood (part 1)

I though a little about how Fulmine would act, and I think she wold be friends with both Erina and Speedwagon!

Speedy 'cause she was raised near the Ogre street because of the bad economic situation of her family (mom and dad), one day she ended up meeting Speedwagon, who was a friend of her dad, they built a good friendship! He though that she was a kind young lady and needed protection in that streets, so he stayed by her side. Some time passed until a distant relative suddenly fall dead, for Fulmine's family luck, the entire patrimony was left for her by some unknown reason. Well, with that money they ended up buying a big house in the noble area, that's how she meet Erina, a sweet girl whose lived near by the new house, she become very friendly with Fulmine's gentle family, both of the girls had a similar heart, so they ended up becoming very close friends.

Oh, about the powers in jojo series...in part 1 Fulmine is just a normal human, no vampire powers, no hamom and no stand, just a average girl.

Nooooow let's talk about the clothes!~

Well, Phantom Blood take place in 1880, I've searched for some female clothing reference, but all I found was "ballroom" dresses, I ended up picking something more simple but at the same time elegant.

Battle Tendency (part 2)

Well, for that part 2 I've thought about Fulmine being Joseph's childhood friend.

Her home country was Italy, but because of her dad's work, they had to go to London, where she meet Joseph.

That occurred when Fulmine lost her kitty, she was crying in front of her house when Joseph passed by, he was somehow affected by her sad face...He ended up asking what was wrong, after knowing about the little kitty he just ran away. That's make her think that she could be annoying the people near and who passed by, so she rushed back in the house.

Late that night someone climbed the tree near her bedroom window and knocked, she was surprised, is that guy, with her kitty on hands!

He just smiled and hands the kitty for Fulmine while saying "Joseph, or Jojo, at your service, little dumbass lady" with a light laugh, she automatically answered with a big smile "My name is Fulmine and the kitty's name is Luna! We both thank you!". After that they never leave each other side...until the day that Fulmine's dad needed to go back to Italy.

After that they never heard about each other again...Fortunately some years later Joseph needed to go to the Italy to train his hamom, so they will finally see each other again!

Fulmine doesn't have any kind of power in that part too.

Oooooh I love that part! The clothes!

London, 1938s women fashion, simple, soft and feminine.

I've made Fulmine's clothes very cute and simple for that part. In 1938 womans used dresses below the knee that valued their waist and fall lightly in the body, but I don't think that suits Fulmine's personality, so I get inspired by the girls clothing for this drawn.

Stardust Crusaders (part 3)

Well, i think that the mostly probable person for Fulmine to be friends is Kakyoin, since both of they are introverts, like games and art and grew up basically alone...they would treasure that friendship. (Oh, in that part fulmine already have Mr.Fear).

I think they wold meet when a teacher put both of them to work together on a project, Fulmine would take the first step, probably noticing some draws on his notebooks or a little ink stain and asking about it, like "Noriaki isn't it? May I ask a question if you don't mind...Are you into art? i noticed some pretty good drawings on your notebook...N-not that I'm trying to sneak into it!"

Kakyoin wold just blush lightly and smile a little while looking down at his drawings "Actually yes, I like that kind of stuff..." he ups his head and look at her eyes "...Fulmine". She wold just stop working and blush automatically, she found cute that he knows her name even that they never talked to each other before.

I think that they wold probably start talking about they likes and dislikes, they favorite games, they drawing style and maybe even show each other their stands! They wold totally forget about the project in that day. Both of they are really happy to know more about each other, Fulmine hopes that this precious friendship grow even more.

Well, well, well, since they are in the school Fulmine wears a simple Japanese uniform, but obviously she personalized it a little...

Diamond is Unbreakable (part 4)

Ok, so in that part I'm pretty sure that Fulmine wold be friends specially with Mikitaka and Yukako. Mikitaka 'cause since he's an alien Fulmine will certainly get mega ultra super curious about it, she loves the sky, the stars and everything that is hidden in it, so she would ended up staying with him almost the whole time! Asking various questions, making him experience new things and then see his reaction, seeing in how many things he can change into and various other things...I think that Mikitaka would find that funny and cool, they will be veeery friends. Well, Yukako because of Fulmine's possessive behavior towards who she thinks is precious for her, they would probably help each other on approach the person who they love and sleepover on each other's house to talk about how their loved one means the world.

"Spoiler": Fulmine's loved one would be Josuke, since she think that he is sooooo precious, cool, pretty and very powerful but at the same time cute...she wants to play games with him, listen to his music collection for all day long and give the world's love to her diamond boy...Hope he don't run away, she really loves him and mean well!

C l o t h e s~

For that one I get inspiration by Yukako's uniform, since Fulmine is in her class too.

Obviously she gave it a little more of style.

Golden Wind (part 5)

Look, I think how it would be if she was in Passione but I also think how would be in La Squadra, so this one is a little extensive...(I got exited again, sorry)

Passione

Well, Bucciarati would probably see Fulmine, while he passes by, using her stand to blow up something random just for fun or for earning some money with her "magic trick" in the streets, since she doesn't have parents or a work for sustain her.

He feels that she doesn't mean bad and see how her stand is powerful and will approach her friendly...She is surprised that he can actually see Mr.Fear and will start asking soooo much questions! Bruno tell her that he will answer just if she follow him to the Olive Garden...Fulmine hesitate for a while, but ended up going to that place with that man.

They arrive the door when he says "Bruno Bucciaratti" with honey words. She faces him with a "huh?" before understanding.

He politely asks for her name.

He opens the door for her, just to Fulmine find the signification of the world c h a o s

Five guys, two of them are screaming with each other, one is trying to calm down the guy who is screaming about the four slices of cake in the table and the last one is with a headphone just pretending that nothing is happening.

That's when Bucciarati clears his throat "Please, stop making all that mess and meet Fulmine Chiara, I think she is very talented and would help."

They stay quiet for a moment, the blonde one with pink clothes gets up "Giorno Giovanna, it's a pleasure, bella." His pretty green eyes meet her's.

She know this is just proper manners but still blush while nods her head.

"Oi Giorno! don't get all selfish here!" Interrupt the one with a strange hat "Guido Mista here" he says while strangely stares at Fulmine.

She turns her head to face the dark purple haired guy

"Oh, you wanna know about me? Then tell Fugo to stop being a dick!"

"Just if you stop being arrogant and present yourself, dumbass!" The blonde guy with green clothes answered while hitting the other in the head with a book that was in his hands.

"OUCH! THAT HURTS, YA KNOW?" he turns he face at Fulmine "I'm Narancia Ghirga".

"Fugo Panaccotta" the blonde says in sequence.

She turns to the last one, who seems that not even noticed her. Bucciarati speak up again with a lightly smile "Leone please, be gentle with our little lady, will you?"

With a sigh he get his headphones off and look at her with some annoyed face "Leone Abbacchio."

Bucciaratti notices Fulmine's discomfort "Don't worry, they're always like this" he says with a soft smile

Somehow that comforts a little, but she didn't get what the hell is going to happen forward now. She just knows that nothing will be the same and that makes her really excited!

As time goes by, Fulmine get closer with everyone, especially with Fugo and Narancia, since her personality is a "mix" of their.

Since Bucciarati is the Capo, she tries to help him in everything she can, sometimes she gets mad at him 'cause he just don't stop working! she senses when he is stressed and manages to get him to do something else as having a tea with Fulmine's cupcakes, chit-chat, watch some movies. She loves cook for him, especially sweets! Fulmine really cares about him.

You always can find Fulmine with Giorno in some garden watering the flowers, picking some for decoration and observing the butterflies and the ladybugs. They really like to spend that time with each other, seems very simple but is full of joy, sometimes Giorno do a crown of flowers for Fulmine, that make she thinks that he is a charming gentleman.

Omg, Fulmine just LOVE the Sex Pistols, they're always with her! They always eat together, she loves to cook for them and feed them. Mista usually get jealous, she thinks it's very cute, so she manage to cook some sweets for him too. He like to train the aim with her, since Devil's Advocate is a little unstable, Fulmine needs a lot of training. Unexpectedly they have a lot of fun training, sometimes they just forget about it and laugh at some random joke or just chit-chat all day long while their stands play along with each other.

Narancia is the best company, they're always laughing, reading comics together with some ice-cream and watching some horror movies! (they hide the fear at first, but when the jumpscare comes they scream, at night they're already panicking, so they sleep with the lights on or in the sofa with each other for better protection against monsters). Narancia thinks it's very fun to help Fulmine cook! Sometimes Fulmine tries to teach him math, but she just sucks at math too, so she give up easily. Sometimes Narancia tries to impress Fulmine with Aerosmith, making him do flips and fly around her, sometimes he even scouts her.

Fulmine loves to spend her time with Fugo, it's always relaxing. They read books together then discuss about it while drinking some tea, in the evening they go to some art gallery and talk about the paintings and the sculptures, maybe later they will try to reproduce them on their own style. Some times they do a little picnic in the garden to read and enjoy each other's company!Since Fulmine sucks at math, Fugo try to teach Narancia and she together, but this always ends up with Narancia and Fulmine laughing and making jokes while Fugo just sigh in a signal of redemption and lightly laugh with them too. You can tell that Fulmine's presence make Fugo more soft somehow.

Well, Fulmine knows that Abbacchio don't sleep much, so when she can't sleep as well she just take a wine bottle and go to his room. They get drunk together while listening Abbacchio's favorites musics and start to talk shit, laugh about something random and sometimes they even dance together and sing along! They do this until their energy is over, then they just sleep where they fall. In the morning they wake up and laugh a little about what they talked last night and their silly dances. Sometimes Fulmine cooks something for Abbacchio breakfast, since he can be a little nauseous. At first he seemed to be so cold and closed, she never thought that they would be so close, not even in her craziest dreams, but she is very happy that Abbacchio is more than that!

La Squadra

Some minor mafia members have sawn Fulmine using her stand to earn some money in the streets from people who think she was doing just a magic trick blowing some stuff.

At this point Fulmine never sawn another stand user, until the mafia members approach her, they sayed that they can see Mr.Fear and showed her their stands, she was surprised!

They tell Fulmime that her power could be useful for the Italian Mafia, and then she doesn't have to use her stand for doing "tricks" and earn some miserable cents. With that, she accepted the offer and followed them to an unknown place.

After some time, the mafia started using Fulmine for minor missions, for prove that she was strong like her stand. They get intrigued by the power of easy destruction and instant kill.

After some months Fulmine gained more prominence and grew in the Mafia, so one day they presented she to a high-ranking group called "La Squadra Di Esecuzione".

Fulmine was unsure about her own powers and capacities, but she decided to give it a try...

Some days later she was sent to a private place to talk to the leader of the group, someone called Risotto.

She was by the door, it's the last chance to turn away, before she can think about it any longer someone opens the door, without the chance to think twice she headed in.

A tall guy with silver hair and black clothes stands there "...Please sit" he tells while pushing a sit for her. She just node her head in a signal of gratitude and sits.

"So..." he says while taking a sit by the other side of the desk "I heard a lot about you, Fulmine" when her name leaves him lips he look at her, he has a piercing look that could cut her in half, but still are pretty eyes.

"Y-yea, it's a pleasure Risotto, sir" Fulmine was scared, was anxious.

"I hope you're taking this seriously. You'll stay here for some days until we send you to a mission that will decide if you belong here or not" Him words are somehow harsh and calm at the same time.

He makes a head signal for her to get up and follow him, he opened the door behind his sit for her.

Six guys in a large room with a table on the center, she can hear some whispers, some of them involve her name.

Risotto speaks up "You all already know about her. Her name is Fulmine Chiara, she will stay here for a time until i give her mission, she is in our care for now"

The six guys stare at you, one of them has a little sweetness in his eyes. "Present yourselves" Risotto says.

The guy with the sweet stare talks first "I'm Pesci, it's a pleasure" After that, he just leaves. Fulmine can say that he is trying to be kind.

The lavender haired guy approaches Fulmine and place a lightly kiss on her hand "I'm really happy to see you there, it's really a pleasure, my bella" he upper his head and meet Fulmine's eyes with a look that spill lust "I'm Melone" he talks softly.

"Fuck off, that's disgusting" her eyes turns at the blue haired guy who said that while leaving

"Huh, always cold isn't you, Ghiaccio?" Melone said in a joking tone while walking away slowly.

"Another one? Now we have to take care of that brat?" Fulmine turns her head just to find out that the guy who sayed that was with half of his body inside a mirror. He sighs and complete "Illuso. Hope you don't be annoying for us" He says and enter in the mirror, he's nowhere to be seen.

"Just don't get in our way" while leaving the blonde also says his name "Prosciutto"

The guy with an orange jacket says "Heh, it's not that annoying to see a female face from now on! I'm Formaggio, see ya later, bella"

Formaggio leaves the room too, leaving Fulmine alone again with Risotto, who was standing there watching everything. "Let's go now to your room, shall we?" He leads the way for a long hallway, he stops in the last door and opens it for she "Make yourself comfortable" With that he closes the door behind her and leaves.

Fulmine automatically throws herself in the bed, she thoughts just don't stop "where the fuck i put myself aaaaaaat?!"

Some days later with everyone treating her with indifference, she was finally sent to a mission, for a member of La Squadra, it's a simple file burn, sure, she already have killed, but Fulmine never get that anxious.

Well, her stand was really useful for La Squadra, now she's in. But, at least for now, Fulmine has a little burden on conscience.

Times goes by, and Fulmine gain the trust of her teammates more and more, proving her loyalty, power, courage and strength.

To the Fulmine's own surprise, those closest to her were, specially, Ghiaccio and Illuso.

Fulmine knows that Risotto just don't stop working, she tries to get some of his time for himself, but that rarely works, so she just take another way. She cook all his meals and make sure that he is eating properly and having at least 8 hours of sleep, she always bring him some tea in the evening, make a massage on his shoulders for stress relief and, when he accepts her help, she helps with the paperwork. It's very rare fot they to spend time together, but when he manages to get some they usually spend a lovely evening eating some sweets that Fulmine done just for him, they're shaped in Mettalica form, this always makes him smile, even if it's just a little. Fulmine really likes that rare moments when Risotto shows his precious smile, she hopes that he get some time for himself...He deserve it a lot!

Picnics? Watching shows? baking sweets? This calls for Pesci! Fulmine loves spend time with him, for her, he is the kindest one. It's not rare to see they together while doing chores, they put a music on and sing along, the chores tends to end up in laughs and the two of them dancing together! Fulmine is very happy that she can bring a smile on his face, she knows that everyone is harsh to him, so it's really priceless see him smile of pure joy! Specially 'cause he seems to be very insecure of himself, so she will make he smile everyday.

When Fulmine head to her room is rare to not see Melone in there, in the beginning Fulmine jumped out of her skin, but now she already know that he's waiting for her, usually she ever bake cupcakes to share with him. He is the perfect person to talk about absolutely anything, he always got Fulmine's back. She can't deny that he's a pervert, Melone have already tried a move on Fulmine a several times, but she still think that he means well. She found cute when he enthusiastic says "Di molto!" she can cuddle him all day long.

Even that Ghiaccio is a short-temper, Fulmine managed, somehow, to make him softer. They're almost the whole time together, even if they're doing absolutely nothing, the company of each other is just perfect. In the hot days he make sure to be close to her so he can make the temperature more comfortable. She insists on cooking snowflakes shaped cookies for him, he always blushes. In some boring evenings Ghiaccio uses to take Fulmine for a ride on his car, is just too relaxing riding around in the sunset with the breeze hitting you softly and let the music of the radio talk for you. One day Ghiaccio took Fulmine for ice skating, she can't stand once, he had to hold her hand the whole time, he blushes hard but stay with that usual smug face. Fulmine just loves that they're this close and want that to grow more and more!

The best part of Fulmine's day is when Illuso take her to the mirror world, at first he was SO annoying, but now he's here, letting Fulmine brush his hair. Some times when Fulmine is passing by a mirror he just pushes her inside and attack her with tickles, that's more usual than it seems. He even let her borrow some of his expensive beauty products. She loves to cook him breakfast and leaves it at the front of her room's mirror, since first thing he do in the morning is checking on her. Sometimes he gets her into the mirror world and take her anywhere she wants, but generally is with a condition. He always teases Fulmine with everything he can, he thinks her angry face is cute. She loves him so much, she can and will spend all day long in the mirror world with him, she usually cook some sweets for they to share in there!

Prosciutto and Fulmine usually read books together, he's the perfect company for a calm day...For a assassin, he is very cultured. They can spend all day just chatting with each other about the most diversified things. Some rare times he invites Fulmine to a theater, if she insists enough, maybe they'll do a little performance later that night who will make he laugh afterwards. They also enjoy to cook together sometimes. He seemed very serious in the beginning, well, he really is, but when she knew him deep enough he's a true gentleman. She loves his laugh so much, is just priceless to make him smile!

Okay, Formaggio is just the BEST! Fulmine loves to be shrunk and stay in his pocket, he also loves to have a little Fulmine on his hands, it's so cute! He always gave her dolls costumes to wear, it's just perfect for both! When she is her normal size Formaggio uses his stand to shrunk something that Fulmine likes to make a keychain for her. Just like Melone, Formaggio have tried to make a move several times, he can't help it, she's so lovely and cute with him! Well, actually she is like that with everyone. Sometimes they are watching some random TV show and then just fall asleep in each other's shoulder. Fulmine thinks that Formaggio is funny and kind, she treasure him very much!

Ok ok, now, finally, the clothes

Well, Idk how to explain my inspiration, but it certainly comes a little from Dio's outfit

DUDE, THAT TAKE ME AT LEAST FIVE DAYS HELP

omg, I really got exited about part 5 iM SORRY

I will post more content soon, just have to take some inspiration or something to write about.

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manstrans · 3 years

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I just read every free episode of Finding Camillia so you don't have to and uh. Oof. So I'm gonna write about it

The basic synopsis is this:

The king had an affair on the queen with a servant. They fired the servant for giving birth to her daughter who looks just like the king. When the daughter was 12 years old the queen kidnapped her and forced her to present as a boy for political reasons. It turns out the prince was sick and if anything were to happen they needed another heir. There's a 4 year time skip and she decides she's going to get her old life as a girl back no matter what.

There are quite a few problems with it, intended or not, and I want to explain why they're problems so no one accidentally internalizes them

1. The biggest problem is the main plot point, a girl being forced to present as a boy for political reasons (she's even coerced into it). It's entirely possible it's a coincidence, but it does bare an awfully similar appearance to the way terfs and radfems see trans men and transmascs. That we're either defenseless little girls forced into being something we're not and abused, or the heartless abuser forcing the defenseless little girls into something they're not. This story feels too much like a terf's view of the world for me to be comfortable

2. I really don't like the portrayal of binding and I'm worried that a young trans kid could read this and think it's accurate. The first time she's shown binding it's with bandages, which could be dangerous to portray given that there are bandages that can constrict breathing if used for binding. Later on she used what is explicitly a corset, which is not a binder. Generally, corsets will do the opposite of binding. She also describes it as suffocating, and while yes binders can be uncomfortable if yours is suffocating you it is too small and you NEED to get a bigger one. A binder alone should NOT make you feel like you can't breathe. To add salt to the wound her chest is shown to be perfectly flat without the binder/corset. Why even have it then? Why give the impression that you need to bind even with the flattest of chests? If you feel that binding is more trouble than it's worth or not helpful for you, you don't need to. Please don't feel pressured to do something you're not comfortable with!

3. The portayal of passing. Every time she goes somewhere new every single character feels the need to call her feminine and undermine her presentation as a man. 4 years of presenting as a man and not a single person doesn't think she might be a woman. I know in the story she is a woman, but in real life there are cis men who are small or have feminine traits. This just enforces "You'll never pass, everyone can tell you're not REALLY a man. Everyone can tell your body is that of a female!" This is a line of thinking that hurts all trans people as well as women of color. It's bio essentialism, that if your body doesn't meet the personal standards of some random person then you're not REALLY this gender and they can tell. They can't and they'll never be able to! It can be hard for lots of trans people to pass as their gender 100% of the time but it's clear that this was only written in for the drama.

4. Mismisgendering (for lack of a better word)? When people call her Camillia instead of Camillius she gets legitimately upset and corrects them. Something that happens over and over again, sometimes several times in a row. The worst part isn't that she's being 'misgendered', I mean it's something that happens in real life, it's that they're right when they do it. Portraying the ignorance of the name and gender someone wants you to refer to them as even when they seem very genuinely upset when you don't as being correct has a lot of harmful implications and hopefully I don't need to explain why!

5. Other implications through language. I don't know if this comic was originally written in English or another language, if maybe some of these lines are a problem of translation specifically, but the implications are still there. "You don't deserve to cry." "Women have been easy targets all throughout history." "Groomed into a talent so rarely found among the rotten nobility." "This place is not suitable for a defenseless girl such as herself." "All men are animals, Camellia." "Hah! He's truly an embarrassment to us real men." All of these are word for word from the comic. A lot of them have very obvious connotations, but if you didn't catch all of them I can't blame you since these stereotypes aren't very common knowledge. A lot of these play right into the lie that we're just poor little girls being coerced into pretending to be men. There are quite a few quotes about how defenseless and small she is, but I also want to point out the specific word 'Groomed' they used. That she was Groomed into this. Because we're either seen as little girls being groomed or the ones doing the grooming. And my expectations have yet to be subverted.

I can't tell you not to read this comic, I'd be a hypocrite if I did! But please be aware of all the stereotypes and if you can please try to keep them from spreading. I've gotten ads for this comic before so it's possible it's reached a lot of people but I really have no idea how many have seen it. I just don't want these things to become even more mainstream than they already are and I really don't want trans kids to internalize these messages

#transphobia #transandrophobia #transmisandry #long post

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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male chivalry

warnings: okay so there is a trigger warning of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault, language, men being gross, protective!bucky, angst a bit, i think that’s it, if you see anything else let me know

word count: 3230 :)

a/n: idk why it took me so long to finish this, but it’s here now!!! also this is based off this post from @teaboot (just the op bc the rest of it pissed me off :)) i hope y’all like it. i hope it’s what y’all expected idk, i’m proud of it.

i really hope i did the topics justice, if you don’t think i did, please shoot me a message and help me figure out how to do better. <3

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open! also this is not beta read, so all mistakes are my own.

xoxo ray

ray’s m.list

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It had been about three weeks since Bucky had first met the group of four at the protest. Bucky made sure to check in with Steve and let him know what he was doing. Steve was always worrying about Bucky, which was totally understandable because of everything they had been through.

Bucky’s day was a relaxed one with little to no time to dawdle. Over these three weeks, he had learned more from an eighteen year old than he ever thought he would. It was easier to open up to her, for some reason. Bucky hadn’t fully figured that out yet either, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Bucky had been going to his court mandated therapy with Dr. Raynor, to say they were making progress would be a lie. Honestly, Bucky was making more progress with the new individuals in his life. They knew what he did as the Winter Soldier-- no they know what the Winter Soldier did, Cassie made sure the distinction between the two was crystal clear. Bucky was still a bit cautious around them, not wanting to hurt them or be a burden to them.

It amazed Bucky how open they were with each other. Back in the 40’s, you didn’t express your feelings. Especially if you were a man, for fear of being labeled something unsavory. Even stranger still to Bucky was the encouragement and support that everyone gave to those in hard times. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see Penny comforting Freddie after his recent break up.

“Freddie and Ted had been together a little over six months,” Cassie explained to Bucky one night after the group had dispersed from the dining table. Bucky and Cassie were standing over the sink washing the dinner plates and cutlery. “Freddie was so in love with him. I thought Ted felt the same, but I guess that’s just how it goes, right?”

Bucky shrugged, this was one of his first experiences with modern romance. Dating in the 40’s was very rigid, which was to be expected, but nowadays everything is very fluid. It truly fascinated Bucky.

“I honestly don’t know.” Bucky shrugged as he dried the pristine plates. Just as he began to get lost in thought, Evie pulled him into a subject that he hadn’t thought of in a real long time.

“What was it like with women in the forties, Buck?” Bucky blinked at her and considered his answer carefully. The group had been teaching him how to handle some subjects sensitively.

“To be honest? The last date that I went on was to the World Expo of Tomorrow in 1943, the night before I shipped out to England.” He turned, leaning his weight on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. “I went with Steve, this was before he was Captain America, so when he was a little ol’ gangly thing. I had hooked us up with two women, one for me and one for Stevie, their names were Dot and Connie, I think.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, Buck. What was it like with women?”

Bucky tilted his head in question.“What do you mean?”

“What was it like with them? Like, how were they treated as a whole?”

“Oh, uh I think they were treated well? My Ma always told Steve and I to treat women with respect, so we did.”

“Right, but what about everyone else? How did they treat women?” Bucky was confused by the question and he began to think that he was giving the wrong answers.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I guess they were treated how they are today?” Both of the girls in front of him released disdained scoffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, right Cas?” Cassie nodded at Evie and dropped her head in disappointment.

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked. He was genuinely curious about what the girls were referring to. “I mean, I get that the treatment of women hasn’t always been good but it’s not that bad right?” The girls shared a knowing look, and then Evie sighed. She hauled herself out of her chair and nodded to Bucky.

“Alright, let’s go take a walk, just you and me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, just a couple blocks away to the Walgreens. Sound okay?” Bucky agreed, grabbing his jacket and waiting for Evie by the doorway. “We’ll be back soon, Cas.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, Evelyn?” Bucky had only ever heard Cassie use Evie’s full name when she was getting in trouble.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Cas, I swear.” Evie glanced at Bucky, “Besides, I’ve got a Sargent escorting me, so we’ve got nothing to worry about.” She threw a smile to her older sister whose face was just a veil of worry and doubt.

Bucky and Evie exited the apartment building and neither of them had said anything since. Bucky was wondering what this whole exercise was all about, but he wasn’t going to say anything until Evie did. The pair walked up onto a crosswalk, causing them to stop and wait so Evie was able to turn the man beside her.

“So, before we go any further, I just want to set the scene for you.” She took a calming breath and it was now that Bucky realized that this was the first time that she was noticeably scared. His brows furrowed and he nodded as she continued. “It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night and you’re in Brooklyn, walking to your local Walgreens because you need tampons.” Bucky huffed out a small laugh as Evie playfully glared at the man.

“Yeah, yeah. The female menstrual cycle is hilarious as is the pink tax that is put on feminine hygiene products. Laugh it up, James.” She shook her head and pulled Bucky closer to the front of a building. “I’m trying to tell you something, ya asshole. So, you see that it’s dark outside because it’s late but you decide to risk it anyway because you have a flight to catch at four the next morning. You leave your apartment and you are greeted with this.” She gestured to the expanse in front of her.

“Alright, let’s go. And just a word of wisdom real quick before we really get going. Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego.”

“Wow, that’s quite a pearl.” Bucky caught up to Evie as she made her way down the street.

“So being a woman and even more so, being a woman at night, means that you have to constantly be on guard.” As they were walking, a man in a greasy white tank top passed them. The man’s head turned and he scanned Evie’s body.

“Goddamn, that’s a sweet little body there, baby girl.” Bucky’s head snapped around to the man, but Evie kept walking. Bucky looked over to Evie with concern riddling his features.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Let me talk to you for a while!” The greasy man was now following Evie and Bucky. “I bet I can show you a better time than he can, baby girl. Come on, let me talk to you.” He reached his hand out, gripping Evie’s arm and pulling her to face him.

“Please don’t touch me.” “Get your fucking hands off her, you dick.” The man took a step backwards away from the pair.

“Well, fine you bitch! I didn’t want you anyway, fucking fat ass.”

“Hey, you don’t just get to fucking walk away, you jackass! Apologize to her.”

“Why should I apologize to her? I was giving her a compliment.” Bucky’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did this guy just fucking--

“Okay, buddy.” Bucky went to approach the man to settle their disagreement when Evie stopped him.

“James, leave it. Let’s go.” She kept walking and Bucky didn’t want to leave her alone, not after that whole debacle.

“What the fuck was that Evie?” He questioned quickly, she shook her head in response but never verbally responded to him. A few paces later, the pair was about to pass a group of men leaned up against the brick wall behind them. Brown paper bags crunched around bottles were grasped in their hands. Drunken laughter was ringing out through the near empty streets.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you come on over here so we can talk to ya!” One of the men began to step in front of Evie effectively stopping her movement. The eighteen year old took a few steps backwards, coincidentally into Bucky’s chest. His arms came up to meet hers, about to move in front of her in a protective stance.

“Woah, you got a bodyguard baby?” The man tilted his head and stared at Evie. “You know you don’t need him sweetheart.”

“Damn, baby girl. You’re fine as hell.” Another man walked to stand next to the first. “What do I gotta do to get you in my bed?”

“Please leave us alone.”

“No, baby girl I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” Bucky stepped in front of Evie protectively.

“I think she told you to leave us alone.” The two men in front of Bucky didn’t waver. Two raised brows and a fit of laughter later, they still maintained their ground.

“Why? You guys going somewhere to fuck? Already got a piece of that ass and don’t want to share it big man?”

“That’s just cold. You gotta share sometime. And it’s just easier to do it now rather than later.” Evie trembled behind Bucky and leaned up so only Bucky could hear her.

“Come on Bucky, let’s just go back to the apartment.” She tugged on his right arm, fingers digging into his soft flesh. Bucky was sure that he would have crescent shaped indentations where her nails laid in because of how much she was gripping him.

Bucky’s eyes flicked up and down the two men in front of him, assessing how much of a threat they were. They were clearly enough of a threat to frighten Evie to the point of wanting to go home. Bucky gave Evie a stiff nod, not taking his eyes off of the men.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going baby? We’re just getting started!” One of them yelled at the pair as he reached out to grab Evie’s forearm. A split second later, Bucky’s left hand balled into a fist and he launched it at the man’s face. A loud crack resounded and a groan left the man’s mouth as he hit the ground. A look of shock fell across the other’s faces as they saw Bucky standing over their fallen comrade. The group took several steps away from the pair, holding their hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, you fucking prick.” Bucky then turned quickly, grabbing Evie’s wrist tightly and hauling her away from the men. Several paces later, Bucky still held a tight grip on the girl's arm.

“Bucky, you’re kind of hurting me.” Evie’s voice broke through Bucky’s barriers. He let up on how fast he was walking and then dropped Evie’s arm.

Worried eyes scanned her body for any bruising, “I’m so sorry, doll. Are you okay?” Evie laughed as she was rubbing her sore wrists.

“Bucky, that’s normal for any woman. Ever.” Shaking her head, she began walking back towards the apartment. “We could’ve kept on going to Walgreens, but I wasn’t sure your fragile heart could take it.” Bucky drew in his brows and a deep frown etched itself into his features.

“What the hell do you mean that’s normal, Evelyn?” He thrust his arm behind them, gesturing to what they just went through. “Nothing about that was normal.” Still shaking her head, the eighteen year old shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s normal for women.” She glanced at Bucky as she continued on her way. “Also, I know that you were probably just defending my honor or protecting me or whatever, but I want you to really think back, Buck. Think about when you were picking up women in the forties, did you ever push when they didn’t want to have that drink with you? Did you continuously ask for them to dance with you?”

“No, I told you. My Ma raised me the right way.” They walked up to the apartment building and Bucky reached for the door handle. Evie began making her up the stairs, Bucky not far behind her. She stopped suddenly, a few flights before Cassie’s apartment.

“What about your friends?” Bucky was taken aback. His memories were still a bit fuzzy about those times, but he could remember clearly enough. Although he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the questions she was asking.

“What are you getting at Evie?” He huffed while opening the door to Cassie’s apartment. Freddie and Penny were lounged on the couch with an almost empty bottle of wine. Cassie’s head shot up at the sound of the two walking in the doorway. Evie dumped her things off on the granite countertop and turned on her heel to stare at Bucky.

“Did you ever stop your friends when women said no?” The quiet laughter between Penny and Freddie stopped suddenly as Evie’s question hung in the air. All eyes were on Bucky as he gulped and thought back to the times at the bars. Out with Steve and the other Howling Commandos, did they ever do that? He tried to think of a time when they pushed for what they wanted to happen. Of a time when the woman they were pursuing reluctantly gave in because they wouldn’t leave her alone. Evie didn’t wait for an answer, she could see that he was processing everything.

“So why did you stop those guys back there?” Her brows raised and her head tilted in question. Bucky took a deep breath and was about to answer when Evie cut him off. “By punching that guy out there, you’re a hero and we should all thank you and congratulate you for doing the right thing.” She stepped closer to Bucky and the three in the living room understood where Evie was going.

“What do you think would have been said if I would’ve punched him? Sure, you would’ve said something snappy and nice about how I can take care of myself. The general public though? They would say that I overreacted.”

“Easy Evie, he’s still learning.” Cassie said quietly. Bucky was thankful for that, he still did have a lot to learn but it felt like Evie was attacking him. That’s the point, you fucking dumbass. If you had been berating her for putting herself in danger by punching that guy, you would think she was reckless.

“Her point, Bucky, is that the double standard for men and women goes beyond what we expect. Everyone goes crazy for the knight saving the damsel, but everyone hates the damsel for saving herself.” Freddie explained from the comfort of the couch. Bucky nodded, starting to understand the concept. “And her questions about your old buddies. That has to do with the fact that you’re part of the problem.”

“What problem is that?” Bucky was honestly scared to know the answer but he knew to fully learn, he had to get all the facts, both good and bad.

“Stunting the growth of feminism. Being one of the people perpetuating the fact that it’s okay for men to be violent, but not for women.”

“Violence in the form of defending oneself in any capacity.” In Bucky’s line of work, he sees tons of capable and strong women. Natasha, Okoye, Shuri, Sharon, he could think of so many. Then he tried to think of when any of them got the limelight like Steve or himself.

“So it’s like anytime that there would be press releases for the team, and the interviewers would come and ask us questions,” he paused to think how to word what he wanted to say, “they always ask the guys about like super important things like how we’re keeping the city safe and stuff. But when they talk to the girls, they ask about their workout schedule and if they can wear underwear under their suits?”

“Yes, it’s exactly like that Bucky. That’s just a different form of it.” Evie replied quickly. She came up to hug Bucky. “I didn’t mean to attack you or anything, but this is something that we all feel is really important for you to grasp now that you’re back out there.”

“And now that you can recognize when it’s happening, the next important step is to stop it before it happens.” Penny yelled from the living room as she downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. I didn’t know.”

“I know, I’m sorry too. You’re still figuring stuff out, but I needed you to see what it was really like for women.”

“Okay.” Bucky nodded. “How can I help this situation?” The group exchanged proud looks.

“Well, educate everyone around you. Don’t let it happen when you’re around.” Cassie said as she walked into the kitchen to crack open another bottle of wine. “And just support women. Push our problems into the public’s eye.” Bucky smiled, he could handle that, he was good at that.

Considering he was on his way to becoming a member of the Avengers, he would be able to influence from up high. He could openly support groups that were run by women, for women. He was used to standing in the background for things he didn’t believe in, so standing for something that he did was going to be a cakewalk.

A concern floated into the forefront of Bucky’s mind. He looked down at Evie, who had just recently released him from her death grip of a hug. “You know how to defend yourself right?”

Evie’s brows raised in a challenging manner, “Do I look like I don’t know how to defend myself?” The man shook his head and smiled as the surrounding group laughed. Cassie poured a glass of wine and cracked open a bottle of beer for Bucky.

They all made their way to the comfy couches to snuggle in for a movie night, satisfied with their teachings for the night.

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Well, in the spirit of feminism, we are going to watch Legally Blonde.” Penny commented as she picked up the remote. “And it’s Freddie’s favorite so yeah.”

The lights clicked off as the opening credits ran for the movie. Bucky looked around his group of friends as they giggled at the screen. Evie had her head in Cassie’s lap and she was stretched across the sofa with her feet tucked under Bucky’s thigh. Freddie and Penny were curled up in the loveseat across from where Bucky was. Pieces of popcorn and glasses of red wine were being passed from person to person, with the exception of Evie who was still underage. The energy surrounding the five of them was something Bucky hadn’t experienced in a long time and he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon either.

A large grin overtook his face, although today was one of the harder lessons for him to learn, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be teaching him.

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tundrainafrica · 4 years

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hi! i just wanted ask how can you not be so pressured to change hange’s gender to your fics (she to they/them) despite that many twitter users are saying that “au authors must use they/them to hange because they are canonically NB” . because to be honest, as an aspiring writer who is working on her first levihan fic, i feel so pressure or maybe obligied to use they/them pronouns for hange.

Hello Anon,

Thanks for the ask!

To be honest, I actually was pressured to use ‘they’ tbh. In fact, I was so pressured I actually did a lot of research on this and put a lot of thought into my decision to use ‘she’ as my chosen pronoun for Hange.

But tbh, I think I am pretty confident with the amount of research and the amount of thought I put into it that I don’t think I will be using ‘they’ in my fics anytime soon.

Disclaimer: This doesn’t mean at all that I don’t like reading ‘they’ fics nor that I don’t like seeing people use ‘they.’ Tbh I don’t really mind whatever people use? I can enjoy a fic with either pronoun, I can enjoy a good meta with either pronoun. I have my own personal reasons for using they.

Some of the reasons why:

Personal HC

Personal HC but I’m still gonna drop this here.

To make things clear, I headcanon Hange as gender fluid. I headcanon her as sexuality fluid that personally, I’m not too much a fan either of fics that portray Hange as overly feminine either. So I have seen people who request that we do not use overly female or feminine words with Hange. Which yes, I don’t do them. But was a peer pressured into not using them?

No, not really. I just personally think Levi would prefer the word partner if he was with Hange. I personally think that Hange would not have liked to fall into traditional female roles either.

At the same time, I thought about the concept of using ‘they’ as a pronoun with Hange then I couldn’t help but think, it just isn’t in my personal interpretation of Hange to correct people. Hange is too much of a free bird to actually care what people use. Hange would probably respond to he, she, they or whatever and she probably wouldn’t correct anyone calling her mr., mrs. etc.

And in the context of Filo soc med AUs, Hange would probably respond to ate, kuya. (And besides, what is the gender neutral form of ate or kuya??? Mamsir)

And generally the default for most people is to look at someone and think okay, she’s a girl, I think I’ll use ‘she’ first. Or okay, that’s a guy, I think I’ll use ‘he’ first and what usually happens is if anyone is particularly conscious about the pronoun used on them, they will correct the other person.

But there are people out there, who don’t care whether someone uses she, he, they, mr., mrs, ma’am, sir. For example, personally for me, I wouldn’t bother to correct anyone. And I headcanon that Levi and Hange wouldn’t have cared either.

I’m sure people who read my fics would notice, I do put a lot of research when I write because I like to make things as realistic and as in character as possible. So to get into the spirit of my fic and whatever setting I’m writing, I try to capture everything to a T and given the overall landscape and setting I’m writing about and given my own headcanons of Levi and Hange I decided on she.

Because in my headcanon, if someone were to ask Hange what pronoun she preferred? Hange probably would have said any.

Likewise, if anyone asked Hange what her gender was, Hange probably would have said ‘any’ also.

And the setting of the show is practically medieval and gender identity is a relatively new concept. I don’t think many people would have spent too much time pondering ideas like individualism and gender identity when they’re literally facing death everyday. Actually a lot of the great thinking happened after the war, and when there was actually food on the table. Because people weren’t actually hungry everyday anymore so they had time to think about more modern thoughts.

‘She’ is still an NB pronoun

I answered this in another ask already. But the point behind this, is although ‘they’ is the go to non binary pronoun, there are NB people who go by she too. And creating this idea that all gender fluid characters HAVE to go by ‘they’ is dangerous in itself because the reason we had gender discrimination in the first place is because we had these boxes to fit ourselves into. So if a NB person wants to go by ‘she’ or ‘he’ or ‘they’ who are we to stop them?

And I said it many times myself. We will never know which pronoun Hange would have preferred for herself.

I get confused.

This is a shallow reason but I’m gonna drop this here anyway. I get confused when I see ‘they.’ I read a lot of content which uses ‘they’ for Hange and I get confused a lot of the time that I have to read the sentences like three times because I end up thinking ‘Hange and who?’

I know I should have gotten used to it by now, but I still get confused because english is the only language I use on a regular basis that actually has such strict rules for how to navigate gendered pronouns.

I don’t wanna be peer pressured into doing shit just coz.

Tbh, for me, as long as I did my research, as long as I can argue both sides as to why and as long as I am confident in the fact that I have thought about this enough before deciding on this, I will not change it.

I am pretty convinced that a lot of people who actually go all the way as to attack someone on twitter and to cancel them (over a lot of topics tbh) haven’t done their due research.

Because most of the people I know who have done their due research wouldn’t be fighting (on Twitter OF ALL PLACES) in the first place.

Because doing actual research (which means reading articles which support both sides of the argument) will only make people realize that the world is too grey and too complex to ever make pushing their own agenda, ‘cancelling’ someone and calling them transphobic, homophobic, racist etc ect or as they like to call ‘educating’ someone the right thing to do. Believe me, if people genuinely wanted to educate someone, they would slide into their DMs and calmly tell them their own opinion, ask why the other person believes a certiain way and you know, be ready to learn something too because education is a two way street. And if the conversation isn’t going anywhere, I think any level headed person would probbaly just give up and do something more worth while with their time than cancel some stranger on social media.

Regardless though, I respect either decision and I recognize the fact that a lot of Hange stans are very much more comfortable with the pronoun ‘they’ My general practice when navigating this sensitive topic is to use ‘they’ for Hange when talking to someone who prefers ‘they’ because it’s a conversation and in conversation, the space becomes something shared between me and the other person so I would do my part to make it as comfortable for them as possible.

But here’s the thing, my fic is my space. It’s a house I built for myself and the readers are the visitors that come in and out as they please. No one is forced to read my fic and never have I and never will I tie someone down on a chair and not free them until they read my work.

It’s my fic. It’s my work and I can do whatever I want with it.

People tend to forget that in the end this is a fandom space and people should be free to headcanon things however they want. They should be free to explore whatever themes they want. And I like to do my part to promote this type of environment by sticking to a few iron clad rules.

I write what I want to write.

Don’t like, don’t read.

Content is free. There’s a back button and if you do not appreciate the themes someone is exploring or the headcanons someone is applying to their fic, you may click the back button and look for something that doesn’t offend you.

(I’m gonna end up digressing a bit here so feel free not to read the rant below)

There are an infinite number of headcanons and ideas which ideally should be able to exist. Yet because of this constant need to be politically correct and this constant fear that we might be offending someone and we might end up cancelled, a lot of people have been watching their own creative works more than necessary.

I actually fear that there are a lot of good ideas and there are a lot of themes that could have been explored but weren’t.

And this is why I love ao3 a lot. Ao3 is free from societal pressure, corporate synergy and I appreciate the fact that in that space, I’m free to explore whatever themes I want. I can read something pro-rape, I can read something anti-rape. I can read something pro abuse, I can read something anti-abuse etc etc.

I personally have very liberal views and obviously I am not for rape or abuse in ANY situation.

But I am also the type of person who will read things that celebrate a controversial topic and things that will attack that same topic because I just generally want a more nuanced opinion on a lot of things. Because when I have seen both sides of the spectrum, then it’s just easier for me to proudly say ‘Yes, I believe this’ or ‘No, I don’t believe that.’

And I think these pieces should be available for other people to explore so that they can for themselves form more nuanced opinions on whatever topics come their way and the more sides people are aware of that exist, the less likely we’re going to end up with groupthink or hivemind situations which have fucked people over countless times in history already.

Should questionable content be widely available? Personally no but I don’t think it should be completely unavailable.

Regardless these potentially offensive pieces should exist and I’m saying this for both controversial topics such as rape and abuse and something as relatively harmless as Hange being referred to as ‘she’ on a fic. All stories exploring every facet and every side regardless of how controversial should exist in this space because these promote discourse and they promote thinking. These pieces of work that explore taboo and offensive topics and the discourse these create only serve to make our opinions more nuanced so at least we aren’t blinded or we don’t have these half assed opinions only fueled by having read material created by people who are biased to one particular side. At least we have enough fuel for ourselves to say ‘Yes I have read this and now I can more proudly say I believe this more.’

Whatever opinions I have made for myself about social issues are only how they are because I listen to both sides of the argument. I like to play devil’s advocate. I like to listen to people even if I don’t agree with what they’re saying.

And I like finding compromises so that people can co-exist and I like tweaking my opinions everyday based on new information I learn.

And personally, there are so many views I hate and there are types of topics I personally would prefer not to explore but I still believe in the back of my mind they should exist. And if we do whitewash or try to force everyone to adjust their works to whatever side we deem is more ‘politically correct,’ then we will lose facets of the fandom that could have existed, that could have promoted a more colorful discourse and that could have sprouted new ideas and new ways of thinking which may be even more creative if people weren’t so scared to be cancelled or wrong.

It’s different in a conversation. I will adjust the way I speak, the way I navigate interactions with people in a shared space.

But no one is forced to read my works no one is forced to read fanfiction so cancelling someone over how they go about their creative works will always be worse in my book than someone who is exploring problematic themes. (As long as that person tags their trigger material properly and isn’t forcing anyone to read it or forcing their own personal beliefs on anyone or attacking them)

Anyway, sorry for the long ass rant again but I hope you get the courage to use whatever pronouns you want for Hange.

I hope this makes you realize that there really isn’t a black and white to this. And this is a fandom space. Do whatever you want. Headcanon whatever you want. Just be respectful and kind.

#levihan #meta

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writiers-room · 2 years

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About Us!

(Note: gendered language means stuff like bro, man, girl, sir, ma'am. "Prefers" means its okay to use other gendered language when it's meant in a neutral way, "Only uses" means that's not okay, and "Okay with all" means there's no preference)

Luther (they/them unless otherwise specified) - The person that the entire system works together to create. Unless you specifically are talking about a particular headmate, refer to the person running this blog as Luther. Also the name of Bod and Kyan's fusion that doesn't include the rest of the writers. Okay with all kinds of gendered language.

Kyan (they/she/he) - The pilot of the system, the connection between the material world and the headspace. They have live in their own little cockpit close to the front of the head, not connected to the writer's building, but they can communicate with the writers. Very bubbly and fun-loving, eager to share and talk to people. Easily bored. Okay with all kinds of gendered language.

Nathan (he/they) - A peacekeeper of sorts. Very soft both visually and personality-wise, but don't mistake kindness for being a pushover. Enjoys talking to people and a nice cup of tea ^u^. Looks a bit like Michael Sheen as Aziraphale. Prefers masculine language.

Angie (she/they) - The mean bitch (affectionate). Loves things that are cool and badass and doesn't take any shit. Please show her awesome images like wolves and knives and stuff like that. Okay with all gendered language

John (he/him) - The main executive function man. Seems a bit of a serious grouch on the surface, but he cares. Not super interested in this but is willing to humor me. Looks a bit like the common fanon look of Jarchavist from TMA. Only uses masculine language.

Marie (she/they) - Fun girl! Great gossip, enjoys fun and food and all things yummy Excited to talk to people and look at content. Prefers feminine language.

Anne (she/her) - Normal type of person. Enjoys cooking and crafts. Not around often and doesn't have much to say tbh. Only uses feminine language.

Peter (he/they) - Neurotic mess. Kinda the scrimbly little meow meow around here, very prone to overthink things. Usually his manager Henry is with him (Henry won't be active here). Okay with all gendered language.

Sinclair (they/he/she) - Very prim and proper smart person, can be a bit overly verbose at times. Not really emotional at all, and they want to be very clear about everything. Looks a bit like a young Manfred Von Karma or Miles Edgeworth.. Okay with all gendered language.

Hieronymous (ze/zim/zeir/zimself) - The wizard that speaks in cryptic and esoteric poetry. Very fun guy, has some fantastic and interesting insights, but can sometimes be incomprehensible. Looks like an airbrushed van wizard. Okay with all gendered language.

Gex (he/they/it) - You know how people make jokes about primal lizard brain? This is It, the Lizard Brain. Funnily enough, also the resident massive science nerd. Very aggressive, but don't take it personally. If they're actually upset they won't say "fuck you", they'll say "I hate you, never talk to me again, fuck you". Looks like an anthro lizard beast.. Prefers neutral language.

Iggy (she/he/they) - Pink pastel anime demon girlboy. Loves cutsey kawaii things, pastel gore, and kink. She's so baby and rawr XP and nya~ and aesthetic. Looks like a typical anime femboy. Prefers feminine language.

Robbie (he/they) - Glamorous, sexy, gorgeous transexual (in a Dr. Frank N. Further way). Loves all things glitzy and glittery and fabulous. He is perfect and wants you to know it. Looks like Glanni Glæpur. Okay with all gendered language.

Blob/Blobby (any pronouns) - An amorphous blob of goo. Personality wise, literally just some guy. But he's also goop and has no form to be perceived. So oozey and goozey and relaxed. Okay with all gendered language.

Zanny (he/it/they/any neopronouns) - TV head cartoony game show host with a self-desteuctive god complex. Block his tags if you don't like religious imagery, self-destruction stuff, or unreality. Okay with all gendered language.

Bod (they/it) - The body of the system. Has a consciousness but doesn't know much. Autnil. Usually fused with Kyan. Very sensitive to sensory information, both in a good way and in a bad way. Doesn't really like to be referred to as its own thing, but they are occasionally on their own so it's an important distinction. Not okay with any kind of gendered language.

#exposition #don't reblog #might add some portraits later #management

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astringofmadhousefloozies · 4 years

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Horse Friends

Yuu runs into Epel and gets an offer worth taking. Contains coarse language, discussions of masculinity/femininity and a fierce case of foot-in-mouth disease. Check my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag for more, let me know if you enjoyed it, and if you ever want to let me know what you liked? Please do.

~*~*~*~

You like most creatures. Anything that deserves a pet should get one if they want it. So, you'd thought to yourself, let's go pet something you don't get to see every day. That's how you found yourself kicking around the edge of the horse pasture, watching majestic beasts eat and fart and amiably ignore your existence.

"You like them?"

You turned, and saw Epel had come up beside you.

"They're pretty cool. Not something I'm around much."

He nodded. "Wanna see a really big one?"

~*~*~*~

Did the barn smell bad or just like a barn? You couldn't tell, you didn't get to spend time in them and had no frame of reference. Where did they put the waste? You were thinking of asking where they buried the dead ones so you could go hunting with a shovel later when Epel came through the door, with the most fuckoff huge animal you've ever seen in your life. It was so tall you wondered if you could stand under it; a soft dapple grey, with long feathered fetlocks and a mane that reached past it's knees. It had to duck to get through the doorway, and stood, blinking, when Epel stopped, nevermind that this thing could probably swallow him whole if it had half a mind to.

"Are you sure it's not a kelpie?"

He laughed. "Ain't drowned anyone! 's nothing but a big guy. He's friendly! He's the one we use to teach riding."

You tentatively walked over and offered a hand. You did like horses - you really did! But they were very big, this one especially, and were deeply antsy despite being able to trample things easily. The last think you wanted was it to smell your nervousness and freak out.

It simply bypassed your hand, and instead nosed at your face with it's snout.

"He likes you!"

"I like him too." You prrbted his nose while he sniffed at you. "He got a name?"

"Beans."

"No!"

"Yes! Really."

"I can't believe Vil would let that slide."

"Yeah well, Beans was here first." Epel looked back and forth between you. "You want to try riding him? He's very gentle."

"Not today. But I'll take you up on that."

~*~*~*~

"Pull back to stop!"

You pulled back on the reins, and Beans stopped, and then started to back up.

"Nope, too much!"

You eased your grip and he stopped, flicking his ear an an errant fly.

This was the third time Epel had you up on the horse, and the first time he actually let you have the reins instead of simply leading you around. You weren't in a state of panic whenever the beast under you did something unexpected (though you jumped every time he or another horse whinnied; the sound drilled through your ears into the back if your skull in the worst way). The whole thing was pretty fun! Even if your legs got sore from straddling something as big around as you were tall.

Epel moved easily around on his own horse, a delicate-looking white stallion with murder in his heart, clearly a perfect pair. In the little bit of hanging out you'd done, you'd learned a few things about him:

- He hated being called cute. He was, which made it worse, but being treated as something precious drove him nuts.

- He was, by natural inclination, a rough and tumble farm boy. You knew more about motorbi- no, magical wheels than you ever had in your life, and now knew some truly vile curses that sounded wonderful coming out of his mouth.

- He really liked hanging out with someone he didn't have to pretend elegance around; which you had a feeling was part of why he started giving you private lessons. You were many things, but paragon of grace and propriety you were not.

Remembering what he told you, you lightly flicked the reins, and Beans started forward at a sedate pace.

"There you go!" Epel beamed at you, and you reflected your own smile back at him.

~*~*~*~

Today, he seemed sour, and you could not understand why, so instead of gong in to greet the horses, you stopped and asked what crawled up his ass and died.

"Nothin' you'd know 'bout."

"Try me."

He stood there glowering, until he finally said, "Am I girlier than you?"

You had to stop and really consider that. "Who started on that one?"

"Some asshole. They said you're manlier than I'll ever be."

You snorted. "That's like, a matter of opinion. I'm kinda butch, sure, but what it is is that femininity is... it requires effort." You moved your hands, in an effort to grasp the words. "It takes effort to put on makeup, or shave your legs. Stuff like that is required to be seen as feminine if you're a girl. Neither of which you do? You're not feminine, really. You're young and pretty. And pretty was never exclusive to girls."

This did not seem to help, so you continued digging. "And you're real pretty, Epel. Combine that with being real young, it makes you cute to others, but like... give it a few years. Yeah. You get a little older and lose the young babyface. You'll still be pretty, but you won't be read as cute, not the way everyone reads you now."

All of his sullen fury was now clearly at you.

"I'm sorry dude. I don't know how to use my words right. But I sure as hell ain't more of a dude than you. Because you actually are one."

He still stood there, and you thought of something to lighten the mood. "Did you kick his ass?"

He finally cracked a smile. "Thoroughly."

"Good. You want to do this today, or do you wanna just vent at me over people being assholes?"

He thought for a moment. "The second one, but don't say anything 'til I say so. You suck at making me feel better."

You nod and give an okay sign, which got a snicker out of him.

~*~*~*~

"And he says I shouldn't lift weights! 'oooh Epel, it'll ruin the lines', Vil can fuck right off and choke on mangey pig cock, he hasn't missed a day of lifting for eight years unless he was too sick to get out of bed."

You nodded, petting Lucius. He'd seen the both of you out on the grass and wandered over to play with people who were friendly, but not desperate.

"He's all Pomefiore ideals this and that and AUUUGH. I wanna stick a fork up his ass and beat down the doors of Savannahclaw until they let me change dorms."

You raised a finger, and he nodded. "But they don't do dorm changes."

"They do not and I hate it so fucking much." He flopped onto the grass, and you offered a hand that he high-fived. "It sucks. They wouldn't even move me when I went to beat Vil's ass when I first got sorted."

"You what."

"I did! Only got a swing in before he beat me down, but I tried."

"Please say there's a recording of this."

"He cursed every electronic in a hundred-foot radius just to make sure no one had footage."

"Boo."

He nodded. "That could have made all the money."

You nodded, until Lucius caught your eye and you swatted at Epel to get him to watch. Lucius, crawling through the grass, crept, sprung... and walked back over with a headless lizard, the missing piece long down his gullet.

"Finish it up, Lucius."

Lucius, his play done, walked away, leaving you both with the corpse.

"Gross. Should we bury it?"

"Maybe." The gears are turning, and you instead fetch back a grumbling Lucius. "Epel. What is this?"

He raised an eyebrow. "A fat old cat?"

You held up the irritated cat with a smile. "This is, pound for pound, the most efficient land predator on the planet. I know of cats that have single handedly eradicated entire species. Cats are eight pounds of asskicking. They will fu-OW" You dropped Lucius and checked the welling scratches on your arm. "Cats will fuck you up. But cats are also fluffy and cute and like to be cuddled. They're elegant and lovely, silly and playful. The murder and the cute is inherent to the cat."

He frowned. "Where are you going with this."

"I'm saying you're basically a cat."

He was silent for a beat. "Thanks, I hate it."

"How much?"

"Enh." He wiggled his hand. "I get what you're trying to say, at least. As long as you don't run around calling me that I’m good."

"A cat?"

"No, other C word."

Your brain drew the only conclusion you could think of. "A cunt?"

He let out the ugliest laugh you'd ever heard, and things were good.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #epel felmier

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bisluthq · 4 years

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*WARNING Domestic violence topic* Could you explain to me why seven could sound queer?, Like I can see how many Taylor songs can be interpreted in a queer way, but with seven I can't see it, like for me it's clearly about domestic violence and the only possible queer thing I can hear it's the closet part...but in this particular case I do not think it refers to sexuality but to literally hiding form your abusive parents. Sorry if this was asked before or if it's disrespectful to ask.

So firstly let me just say that victims of abuse who hear that in the song are so valid. And I’m not here to “take away” a song that speaks to that experience. If it brings you comfort and relief, that’s amazing.

Do I think Taylor meant it as a song about domestic violence or escaping from that? Honestly, no. Because she described herself in LPSS as longing for that time in her life and talked about how she misses being able to throw tantrums and feel more freely and without judgement; in her head she’s thinking about this period in her life very fondly. Now, this is one of those death of the author moments because if you’re an abuse survivor who found comfort in this you... shouldn’t care wtf Taylor meant by it, what matters is what it means to you. Same as how if betty speaks to your sapphic teenage love triangle, it shouldn’t matter that Taylor imagined James as a boy.

But yeah, so for Taylor it was not meant to be about abuse. It was about feeling stuff more freely. And let’s take a look and examine at why it feels so fucking gay to... like... basically every queer woman.

Please picture me

In the trees

I hit my peak at seven

Okay so Taylor is setting up a narrator - presumably herself. Especially in the context of her hyperconfessional marketing and the LPSS explanation we’re literally meant to picture Tay. But tbh that doesn’t matter so much - it could be any little girl. This little girl is “in the trees”... which isn’t really where little girls are supposed to be. In these very first lines Tay is setting up a little tomboy character.... and then she says “I hit my peak at seven” - ergo this rugrat period of abandon, where I was free to play in the trees, is “my peak”. It was the best time in “my” life.

Lots of people feel that, it’s not inherently gay, but for queer women - I don’t know about other shades of queer but suspect yes - childhood often represents even greater freedom than to hets because it’s before we felt deviant. There was nothing to compare ourselves to. Sure, we might’ve played families in het couples like heteronormativity is felt by children too, but that kind of thing was largely asexual and we didn’t know yet that other people felt differently about it all.

Like I only realized I was different in late middle school and I didn’t have the word for it for ages tbh. Like I just knew I didn’t get the fuss about boys. When I was a little kid? I didn’t know what the fuss was really. It was a kind of “peak” so yeah, I feel that in my bones.

Feet

In the swing

Over the creek

I was too scared to jump in, but I, I was high

In the sky

Here we have her playing, once again with reckless abandon - she’s standing on a swing (naughty!) and swinging high over a creek. But she’s slightly nervous. I relate to that too, it’s not a gay thought it’s a little kid thought I think - because while she’s enjoying her freedom and the chance to play, there’s an awareness of the risk. That’s a lot of childhood and what makes her such a greater songwriter is how she’s able to capture these feelings we’ve all had before, in this case the rumbunctious nature of free play paired with the cautious nervousness of knowing you can fall.

With Pennsylvania under me

I mean this simple makes it more autobiographical for her, like if we didn’t know her was her that was the me , now we really do.

Are there still beautiful things?

This is speaks to her nostalgia for this time period and serves to highlight how much she misses it. She wishes she was young and innocent and had that freedom of playing in the trees and above the creek and feeling like she’s flying just because she’s standing upright on the swing. This is meant to be her “peak”.

Sweet tea in the summer

Cross your heart, won't tell no other

The first line is setting up mood again, it’s innocence and suburbia and freedom and the hot days of summer vacation. The second is a common English phrase - for the ESL folks - that means “let’s keep a secret”. It’s extremely common for little girls especially to have secrets with each other. “You’re my best friend and I’ll tell you something I haven’t told anyone else before but cross your heart you won’t tell anyone else” is the kind of thing that has probably happened at a sleepover for every woman (gay or straight). So Tay’s whispering and telling secrets to her best friend aged seven in the heat of the summer and the neat rhymes kinda remind me of those clapping games you play as a kid.

And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you

Again, I think this isn’t specific to gay kids necessarily - it’s that idea of having lifelong affection for your first best friend even when you don’t know where they are, can’t imagine them in adulthood, maybe can’t even remember their surname and frankly don’t really want to or care... but you still have warm feelings towards them.

Your braids like a pattern

Love you to the moon and to Saturn

So the friend is a girl. And here’s where the non wlw readers will have to work with me a little bit because as I’ve explained before a very common, enteral part of the queer female experience is obsession with other girls’ femininities. We notice things like hair and clothes and makeup on girls far more than straight girls seem to and waaay more than het guys do. A friend of mine who is v butch noticed like minor shit that any of us change in our appearance. Describing in detail a girl’s appearance feels - on a gut level - pretty gay. Now this isn’t a detailed description, but she links this physical trait - this pretty, braided hair her friend has - to loving her.

Now, she is a child in this story. This isn’t a sexual kind of thing in the child’s mind. She’s obviously not “in love” with her friend aged seven. But she is saying her deep, overwhelming love for her friend is inextricably linked - via rhyme scheme - to her feminine appearance.

This incredibly close, quasi homoerotic friendship is a near universal wlw experience and I’m sorry but it differs from straight girls’ close friendships because it’s... a lot. It is “love you to the moon and to Saturn” and obsessing over her clothes and hair and little habits.

And there’s no vocab for this, nothing to prepare you for it and nobody bats an eye because little girls are supposed to be friends with one another but like... you’re way overinvested and often that other girl isn’t and starts to drift away because she isn’t having this language free connection and it’s legit heartbreaking.

Passed down like folk songs

The love lasts so long

This childhood friendship becomes an anecdote, a moment of folkloric storytelling, but it never completely fades away and tapping into this first - not quite sexual but very sapphic - experience is super easy.

And I've been meaning to tell you

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And I think you should come live with

Me and we can be pirates

This sets up the narrative some people - I understand where y’all are coming from and I am here for it - hear of domestic abuse. The thing is, it’s not Tay’s character who is getting abused. Tay is a small child - and she’s envious of and nostalgic for that era of her life, when she thought that her best best best friend’s asshole dad was simply reacting to ghosts. It speaks to an innocence her character has which may not be shared by her friend, the girl with the braids.

But Tay is innocent and she says “come with me” and run away so we can be pirates together. Now, on a very basic and superficial pop culture level it’s worth noting Keira Knightley in POTC is pretty fundamental to any queer millennial woman’s sexual awakening. However, that’s not what Tay’s referencing here. She’s saying, at least on some level, let’s run away and be gender nonconforming. Again, she’s a small child. She doesn’t know why she wants that. But she doesn’t tell her friend “let’s run away and be princesses” - she wants to be a pirate. It links to the first scene in the song of her being a tomboy in the trees and on the swing, honestly. There were also a number of cross dressing female pirates, many of whom were gay back in the day so it’s a subtle nod to how a lot of childhood fantasies actually are rooted in possible historical fact.

But also come on, every queer girl wanted to be a pirate idk why really we just did. Like I say I can explain it as a desire not to conform to gender norms but it’s also just... another weirdly common fantasy that she’s tapping into.

Like idk this song is so fucking gay and it’s not trying to be but every line is just... felt in my bones. Like little me is seen by this song.

Then you won't have to cry

Or hide in the closet

This is obvi the line people go on about and look. The friend’s dad is clearly an asshole like that’s established. But the line has a double meaning. She’s saying if you run away with me to be a pirate on the high seas you won’t have to cry anymore and you won’t hide in the closet. It’s an innocent thought but it’s also a double meaning, right? You won’t be abused, you won’t be sad. And you’ll be with me out of the closet. It could’ve been “hide under the bed” or “behind the curtains”. But she picked closet. And that word gives this verse a second meaning, which is particularly palpable given as I say this is a very gay song from a thematic standpoint.

And just like a folk song

Our love will be passed on

Again, this is a deeeeep love. This is someone she wants to run away with. And she probably doesn’t know why, she probably doesn’t have the words. She’s a little kid. But this friend of hers is the person she wants to rescue and run away with and be together with even though she - Tay - is pretty content otherwise. In fact, she longs for this time in her life. It was full of beautiful things. And yet despite being happy, she was willing to drop it all for her little female friend she was clearly preoccupied with.

Please picture me

In the weeds

Before I learned civility

I used to scream

Ferociously

Any time I wanted

I, I

Again, this reiterates she is nostalgic for this time period. It was a good time in Taylor’s life. It was a time when she could be herself, before she had learned civility and what was expected from her by society. Which ties back to that thing I said right in the beginning, about how this first quasi sapphic friendship is cherished by queer women because we didn’t know it was weird. We hadn’t “learned civility” yet. We could scream, we could run around and climb trees, and we could ask our friends to run away with us not knowing those thoughts didn’t occur to them with the same intensity.

Sweet tea in the summer

Cross my heart, won't tell no other

And though I can't recall your face

I still got love for you

We’ve discussed this already. It’s still queer coded to me.

Pack your dolls and a sweater

We'll move to India forever

Passed down like folk songs

Our love lasts so long

So she’s once again cementing the fact that this is a little female friend with the dolls, and again suggests running away together and says even though none of that happened and she grew up and realized this... was actually a fairly specific experience not a universal universal one and she learned civility and heteronormativity but this foundational, pure, innocent gay love... will always remain in its complete innocuous harmlessness but immense power.

And so, yeah. This song is probably Taylor’s gayest shortly followed by Treacherous.

But if it means something else to you, I’m by no means taking it away. Anyone can enjoy her music in any way they like.

It’s just weird that most queer women feel their childhood selves are completely seen by this song if it was a complete accident 🤷🏻‍♀️

#tw domestic violence #tw domestic abuse #sapphic themes in tay’s music

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lionheartslowstart · 4 years

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Celestial Genders

***Disclaimer: I do not mean to offend anyone. I used language that felt right for me personally. By no means am I attempting to ascribe these specific versions of gender definitions to everyone who identifies as/with celestial genders.***

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So, I’m genderfluid. I’ve been out for like two years now. I’ve written about that on here. I’ve spoken about it openly. We know that, we got it, we understand it, good.

The thing is, I’ve always felt very nebulous about my gender. I usually describe my baseline gender as “woman?” Or, more specifically, “not a woman, but not, not a woman.” Very occasionally, I’m high femme, and very occasionally, I’m high masc. I usually fall somewhere in between to varying degrees. “Demi-girl” and “demi-boy” have never felt right to me. Not knocking those identities at all, they’re totally valid, just not accurate for me personally. Especially since, at least to me, “demi-boy” and “demi-girl” feel sort of fixed. I tend to slide along the spectrum, feeling various degrees of masc and femme.

Also, I often mix gendered terms. For example, I frequently refer to myself as a woman (for many reasons), but never a lady. I typically prefer to refer to myself as a boy (ie. “Ya boy is back,” “I’m that kind of a guy,” etc.), as opposed to a girl. My pronouns are usually she/her, unless I’m feeling extremely masculine, in which case I prefer he/him. Though in general, I’ll respond to any pronoun. I’m not picky. Even here on my blog! When I began this blog back in August of 2017 (holy shit), I chose to subtitle it “Snakes, Snails and Puppy-dog Tails,” a gendered term usually correspondent with young boys. I didn’t know why, but that’s the phrase I identified more with at the time. (The one associated with young girls is “Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice,” which is cute and I do sometimes identify with it as well.) So, yeah, it’s complicated. And as a result, I’ve struggled immensely to find language that fits. I usually stick to question marks and combining mainstream gender identities like “agender woman,” “androgynous?,” “masc-ish,” and my personal favorite, “???” You get the idea.

Today, by complete chance, on a thread in a Facebook group I’m in, I happened upon the term “neptunian.” And I was like, huh, what is that? I’m always interested in learning more about my community, so I did some light research. And I ended up on an entire wikia page about “Celestial Gender Identities.” Celestial gender identities are an example of what’s called “xenogenders.” Xenogender is an umbrella term for any nonbinary identity that can’t fully identify with terms like “masculine,” “feminine,” “androgynous,” “neutrality,” etc. Xenogenders are better described through relations to things, beings, or concepts that most people don’t think of as having to do with gender. Now, I saw this and was like, woah. Maybe that’s why I have so much trouble describing my gender. Maybe I’m not using the right scale? So I kept reading.

Here are the gender identities I found. (Please note, some of this is quoting from the Wikia page. Some of it is my interpretation.) If you don’t feel like reading the definitions, that’s cool, just go ahead and skip on down to the next lines.

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Juparian: Linked to a soft, celestial, masculine energy. It’s never hyper masculine, and it’s not male-aligned, only linked. Juparian people may feel different amounts of masculine energy at different times.

Lunettian: Linked to a soft, celestial, feminine energy. It’s never hyper feminine, and it’s not female-aligned, only linked. Lunettian people may feel different amounts of feminine energy at different times.

Mercurian: Linked to a soft, celestial energy that is neither masculine nor feminine. The energy may feel gendered, but it’s still not masculine or feminine. Mercurian people may feel different amounts of gendered energy at different times. Someone who is mercurian can also be void of gender itself. They may feel different amounts of gendered energy at different times.

Neptunian: Linked to a soft, celestial energy that is between juparian and mercurian. A neptunian person may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Venusian: Linked to a soft, celestial energy that is between lunettian and mercurian. A venusian person may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Saturnian: Linked to a soft, celestial energy that is between juparian and lunettian, though not necessarily a combination of the two. A saturnian person may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Celestarian: A combination of juparian, lunettian, and mercurian. A celestarian person may feel all three at once, or be fluid between them. They may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Starfluid: A gender that is fluid between multiple soft celestial genders. (Basically the genderfluid version of celestial genders.) A starfluid person can be fluid towards any genders.

Ceresian: A combination of juparian and mercurian. A ceresian person may feel both energies at once, or they may be fluid between them. They may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Erisian: A combination of lunettian and mercurian. An erisian person may feel both energies at once, or they may be fluid between them. They may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Plutoian: Void of gender, uncertain of their celestial energy, have no celestial energy, or have celestial energy but no gender. (Basically the agender version of celestial genders.)

Sonnian: A combination of plutoian and juparian. A sonnian person may feel both genders at the same time, or they may be fluid between the two. They may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Ouranian: A combination of plutoian and mercurian. An ouranian person may feel both genders at the same time, or they may be fluid between the two. They may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Terraean: A combination of plutoian, juparian, and lunettian. A terraean person may feel all three genders at the same time, or they may be fluid between them. They may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Marsean: A combination of plutoian, juparian, and mercurian. A marsean person may feel all three genders at the same time, or they may be fluid between them. They may feel different amounts of each gender at different times.

Asteroidian: A gender that is a combination of plutoian, juparian, lunettian, and mercurian. Someone who is asteroidian may feel all genders at the same time, or they may be fluid between them. They may feel different amounts of each gender at different times. (Basically the pangender version of celestial genders.)

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Y’all. When I read this, my brain legit crackled. I was like, Y E S. I’ll be honest, I don’t identify so much with the “celestial part.” I know, that’s like, the whole point. (I have weird issues with space.) But I do identify with the energy part. Big fan of e n e r g y. Also, for some reason, the names themselves really clicked. I couldn’t tell you why. I don’t necessarily identify with all of them. But some of them really vibed with me. I also LOVE that there’s a common theme of fluidity throughout all the genders, which I don’t necessarily feel with a lot of other gender identities. Additionally, none of the identities are “fully” femme or “fully” masc, which happen the areas of my gender that I struggle to articulate.

Yes, I know it’s a lot. Yes, I know it’s hyper-specific. No, I’m not necessarily going to use these identities in every day life, or insist that people refer to me as such. I’m a big believer in the balance between “labels provide community and a sense of self” and “if we have too many labels we’ll lose community and a sense of self.” (I’m in no way invalidating anyone’s identity. You are who you are, and that always deserves respect and recognition!) So for me, I’m fine generally using mainstream terms to describe myself. It’s not super important to me. But it is nice to finally have the language to express the nebulous facets of my gender. If someone asks me, hey, what are you feeling today, I now have the option to say “neptunian,” instead of “boy?”

Do these terms cover all of it? No, of course not. Do they describe my various identities 100% accurately? No, of course not. But they are a lot closer than much of the language I’ve been using. Like I said, it’s just nice to have more language at my disposal. It’s nice to know it’s there, if I want to use it.

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Love Letter From The Baddest Bidder

Crossover between Love Letter From Thief X and Kissed By The Baddest Bidder - Mitsu x OC

Originated from a request about OC falling for a bidder, who also falls her and how OC gets jealous from him going on a date with another. Flicking from different POV’s and first to third person.

Pairing - Mitsunari Baba x OC (Bella)

Warning: Strong language, NSFW And Smut,

Word count: 8.5K

Mitsunari Baba:

Womanizer

Noun: A man who engages in numerous casual sexual affairs with women.

If you looked up womanizer in the dictionary, an image of Mitsunari Baba would appear next to it.

Mitsunari Baba was a world class thief, not only at stealing paintings and valuable items but also at the hearts of women. His cheeky grin, the tip of fedora and a smooth flirtatious line and he would have you buckling at the knees. His charming charisma, his light hazel eyes you often found yourself getting lost in, the teasing lines he would chuckle just to watch your cheeks flush. Everything about him was perfect, it was soon clear to you why he was such a hit with the ladies, flirtatious words rolled off his tongue like a fluent first language. He could charm the pants of anyone. And that is why you kicked yourself for falling for the devilish gentleman.

You're doing it again, your inner voice scolding you as you found yourself once again watching the brunette as you lingered at the bar.

“Stare anymore and you’ll go blind,” A friendly voice, a familiar scent lingered beside you, Riki taking the free seat next to you.

“I’m not staring!” You poured, turning your attention from the back of the man, twirling the tumbler in your hand, eyes now focusing on the clear liquid in front of you, gin was always your go to.

“Really? Because all night I’ve seen you gawping at that brute and after what I just witnessed...” Riki smirked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“He’s not a brute!” You protested, watching as the ice in your drink began to melt away, “You only say because you don’t like him”. Riki scoffed at your words.

“I don’t trust him, there’s a difference, I don’t trust anyone of them, that no good thief or that mafia guy, especially not Eisuke,” You missed the glare in Riki’s eyes.

“Then why are we even here Riki?” You questioned, picking up your glass and knocking back the remains of your drink.

“Business is business darlin, regardless if we get along or not,” He hummed in response, following your actions and throwing back the single finger measurement of whisky in his glass. Your eyes lingered the back to the brown hair, watching as he leaned forward and whispered something into the petite, jade-eye girl, her head thrown back in fits of laughter. Wishing it was you in her place.

You and your merry band of thieves were currently residing in ‘The Tres Spades’ hotel for the evening as part of a mission collaboration with another set of men who called themselves ‘The Bidders’. That was due to the set of five men being part of the black market which was held at the hotel, the events happening unknown to the outside world. This wasn’t your first encounter with the bidders, no that had happened many months ago, you had collaborated with them many times co-siding on missions together. The group bore a striking resemblance to your thieving gang:

You had Eisuke Ichinomiya, often referred to as the king, who was their leader or boss as they called him. Soryu Oh, a leader of the mafia who had a dis-liking for anything feminine of female. Mitsunari Baba, a reckless flirt who was the definition of a womaniser. Ota Kisaki, an artistic prodigy with the traits of the devil. And finally, Mamoru Kishi, a crooked cop although you never actually saw him do any work.

Each member of your gang resembled one from the bidders: Riki and Eisuke being the leaders, Kenshi and Soryu having a hard time in engaging with conversation especially when it came to women, Atsumu and Mitsunari being the older ‘more mature’ men with a hobby for star signs and fortune telling, Hiro and Ota being the youngest with playboy attitudes and finally Takuto and Mamoru being the slackers who only found interest in eating and sleeping. The striking resemblance of personalities often clashed causing chaos and arguments amongst the men.

The glimmer red of your dress coordinated perfectly with his contrasting crimson tie, the shared moment you had not-long ago as the ghosting tease of his lips against yours made your fingertips run over your bottom lip. There was no negotiation, he was going to kiss you outside, the spark you felt with him was purely undeniable, on your half anyway. And yet, he sat only meters away from you, his charming ability working on the next thing he saw with a pulse. You completely forgot about.

The man with the Red Fedora:

Your first time meeting the bidders was… eventful to say the least. It was normal Tuesday night, the gang and you sat around Le Renard Noir, discussing the newest mission.

“So the painting is hanging in the main art gallery of the city, it was stolen from another group of associates, more specifically from Mr.Ichinomiya so we have to work fast to get this back,” Riki stated, pointing to a painting, an image of a man and the art gallery. You watched as they went into intricate details about security and such, Takuto already pulling out his laptop and scanning across a screen of encrypted numbers. Being as helpful as you could be in that moment of time, Takuto practically barked at you when you offered any help, you took the bins from behind the bar and exited the building. Throwing them into the bin, you saw as two cars pulled up, calling out ‘Riki’, no-one came to the bar at this time of night. Watching as the head beams turned off, 3 men emerging from one car as 2 others left the other one.

“Sorry men, but we’re closed,” You yell, standing in the doorway of the bar, all 5 of them sharing a look before walking to you.

“You need to leave,” A harsh voice, followed by a glinting in the moonlight, a pistol being held to you by one of the strangers. He was tall, his hair slicked back and his eyes like cold steel.

“Excuse me?” You hold your hand up to bat away the gun, you work with thieves, you were used to having a gun or two thrown in your face to the point it no longer frightened you.

“Oh this little Koro has balls,” A young man, heavily resembling Hiro only less red and more auburn, laughed as he took a step towards you.

“Sor! Lower the damn weapon,” A friendly voice of the man who you would later come to be infatuated with, “Sorry about him pretty lady, I hope he didn’t scare you,”. The man speaking the words with the fedora took a bold step forward and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as the gun was lowered.

“Bella is everything okay, Riki sent me out here and I-” Kenshi came bursting out the front door, his eyes narrowing as he saw the group of men, “Oh, it’s you”. Kenshi came outside, pushed the man's arm off of you and pulled you close, “Come on”. He guided you back inside, the men following him. Formal introductions were made to you by the thief's, the bidders here to give an insight into the mission, one of the men amongst them was Eisuke, you recognised his face from the photo Riki had pointed to earlier

“So this is the black fox lady,” Eisuke smirked, as he sat back on the leather sofa as if he owned it, “Quite impressive for your tastes Riki,”. You blinked a few times, wanting to knock that smug-smirk off of his face.

“Don’t be staring at my princess!” Hiro pouted, the redhead coming to your defence as if you were a helpless princess.

“I’m nobodies nothing,” You responded, seeking a safe place to stand behind the bar, “This ‘quite impressive’ lady actually has brains”.

“Hate to admit it but the kids right, she’s got some smartness behind them bambi eyes,” Takuto backs you up before he starts choking on his pork noodles, his face flushing red with embarrassment. Your heart almost stopped at the back-handed compliment, Takuto was never nice to you.

You poured yourself a drink as the bidders and thieves conversed, your eyes meeting with the gaze of Mitsunari's as he gave a cheeky wink before turning back to the conversation at hand.

“So the plan is, Bella your our lead, you enter the event of the gala with Ota, Hiro and Mitsu you both act as security guards, Hiro your on the left wing whilst Mitsu you stand guard in the back entrance, Takuto will sort the systems, when the lights go down, I’ll swap the paintings, Bella you secure the real one and leave through the back entrance with Mitsu, Hiro you reassure the room before leaving out this exit here, I’ll follow suit with Hiro, Kenny you bring the van to the back for Bella and Mitsu to jump in, then we’ll meet back here, all clear?” Riki’s voice in a formative tone as he explained the mission in depth. A reassuring nod and murmur from you all follows.

“So my Koro,” Ota taking your hand in his as he pulls you to the side, “Send me a photo of your dress so we can coordinate, and if you feel like showing me what you’ll be wearing underneath I won’t mind either,”. He throws you a wink and you pull your hand quickly away. One, who or what the fuck is a Koro? Two, another version of Hiro, brilliant, bloody brilliant. A tut from the men behind him, the one named Soryu who pointed the gun at you burned holes into his head with his glare.

“Ota leave the lovely lady alone, I’m so sorry princess,” Mitsunari chuckled, bowing in an apologetic form as Ota left.

“I’m used to it with Hiro and all, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself Mr.Baba,” You rolling your eyes.

“That I bet you can,” His eyes giving you a glance up and down with a wolfish grin, “Mitsu please”.

“Well Mitsu, it appears your friends are leaving,” Your eyes guesting to the group of bidders now leaving LRN.

“Alas, until next time my princess,” He pressed a small kiss to your wrist, a blushing form of redness graces your cheeks before he follows the others who left him.

The night of the mission soon came quickly dressed in your finest evening gowns, you had come to acquire a few due to the nature of your role in the black foxes, hair pinned back in an elegant up do. Ota had matched you with colour down to the tiniest of detail, the grey suit with a lavender tie to match your dress, the same coloured handkerchief folded in his top pocket. He escorted you with him inside, your arm threaded through his as you held the crook of his elbow, a fake-smile gracing your lips. You were used to doing missions alone, why this annoying brat had to accompany you, you’d never know. He spent the whole evening filled with lewd comments, nicknames referring to Koro, at one point he even joked about having you on all fours and having you follow him around like a master.

“Bella, 2 minutes to shut off,” Takuto mumbled through the transmitter.

“You know Koro, that dress looks so good on you, I bet it will look so much better on my bedroom floor,” Ota leaning into whisper in your ear, his breath tickling against your neck.

“Right! A, my name is Bella, not Kiro, B, back the fuck off and C-” You hiss but are cut off from the lights in the building shutting off.

“Show time,” Riki’s voice flooding your ear piece. You let go of Ota’s arms and make a dash to the area of where the painting you was after was hung. You had exactly 40 seconds for Riki to change the painting and get out to the second exit before the alarms would ring, time was of the essence. It was all going so smoothly, Riki managed to swap them as Hiro distracted the guests, passing you the real painting as you crept to the back exit where Mitsu met you.

“10 seconds, Bella you need to hurry,”.

Mitsu holding the door open hurriedly tugging you into the abandoned staircase, shutting the door quietly behind you just as the alarms began to sound. The pair of you bolted down the stairs but Mitsu was faster, you tottered behind him in your stilettos, a very poor choice of footwear for a mission.

“Come on princess,” He stopped, scooped you up in his arms and ran as the sound of the door you had fled from burst open. He held you tight as if you were completely weightless, kicking open the emergency exit and sprinting to the white van where Kenshi and Takuto were waiting. You both scrambled in, Kenny flooring the van as he sped off, the painting secure in your arms. Everything went off without a hitch.

“To another successful mission,” Riki toasted, each of you joined by the bidders raised a glass in celebration. Ota and Hiro’s glasses both clinked against yours and you shot them both a glare that made them retreat.

“She’s just as feisty as you Sor,” Mitsu chuckled with a hearty laugh, a blush forming on the mobsters face as he tried to brush off the comment.

As the night went on, you excused yourself to get some fresh air, lighting up a cigarette as you did but a flame of another's got their first, Mamoru's.

“Thanks,” You say as you inhaled, the smoke sending wafts of relaxation throughout your body, nothing felt better than smoking after a mission.

“Gotta say kid, the way you put Ota in his place, you know how to stand your ground,” The cop chuckled lightly, smoking exhaling out of his nose.

“You heard?”.

“We all heard, Baba won’t shut up about it, nice to see someone putting the brat in his place,”. You spent longer than you thought outside, engaging in an actual adult conversation with him, it was pleasant to actually have a conversation rather than just being flirted with or teased at. Mamoru looked the same age as Atsumu and so did Mitsu, Mitsu passing as slightly younger. It wasn’t until Mitsu came out, the outline of fedora clear in the shadows that you realised how long you had been gone.

“Princess, there you are!” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder like he had done the first night he met you, “Come back inside it’s no fun with just a bunch of guys, I miss your pretty face,”. A blush formed on your cheeks as you let him guide you back inside, you found yourself lowering your guard with him, you always had a thing for men who were older, more mature. You found the rest of your evening heavily gravitated to him, much to the disapproval of the others, the conversation between the pair of you naturally flowing.

“I must say princess, I don’t understand the whole mission when the true beauty of the evening is sitting right in front of me,” Your eyes falling to meet his gaze, feeling yourself being pulled into that gleaming smile. You knew his type far too well, the womanising flirt but there was something about him, a subtle softness behind it all that kept pulling you back to him. Just as he was about to say something, a whining Riki pulled you away, the strong scent of whisky heavy on his breath.

“She’s miiine,” He whined, rubbing his cheek against your palm as he so often did when he was drunk.

“Riki, god not again!” You tried to pull your hand away but Riki kept a tight grip on you.

“No, all of you eyes off her,” He continued to pout, a smirking laughter coming from Eisuke who was clearly enjoying the show.

“If you ever need a real man, you know where to find me,” Eisuke tilting your chin with his sleek fingertips, dropping a wink to you before pulling back. In all honesty, the only man you could think about was the one you had been previously speaking to, the man with the red fedora. In the end you sat on the sofa, Riki’s head in your lap as you played with his hair with a sigh, every time he drank he became a clinging mess. He had confessed his true feelings to you the last time he was drunk, a slight shock on your behalf as you never imagined Riki would feel something towards you but you were unable to reciprocate his feelings, you wanted a man. You needed a real man.

Weeks had passed after your mission with the bidders but you still unable to shake the Mitsu from your head, even looking at Atsumu who resembled a close resemblance, brought back the flood of emotions you felt when he had been flirting with you. The gang had tried to warn you of his womanising ways, Kenshi calling him, ‘The older version of Hiro’, but for some ungodly reason that didn’t faze you. No in-fact you saw it as a challenge, you wanted him, you wanted Mitsunari Baba.

Late Night Texts:

“Are you awake?”.

“Mitsu… it’s 1 a.m.”.

“I just wanted to check you was okay princess,”.

The smile spread across your face as you re-read the message several times before reminding yourself who exactly was texting you. The others had tried to steer you clear but you found yourself drawn like a magnet to him. A slight fit of laughter as you remembered the first time he messaged you.

“Hey princess!”.

“Hello…?” You hesitantly responded.

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten who I am, my heart breaks,”. You couldn’t deny, your first thought went to Ota.

“Please do enlighten me,”. The next text to follow was a red fedora and your heart raced.

“Mitsu, how did you even get my number?”.

“A gentleman never tells,”.

“A gentleman also doesn’t text without asking for a lady's number,”.

“You got me there princess,” You could almost hear his laughter through the text.

“But I am also a thief, so that cancels out the gentleman part,”.

An array of messages were exchanged, subtle flirting and hints could be read between the messages, a flood of excitement coursed through you.

“Well yes, I got home safe so thank you,” You responded, kicking off your heels and settling down into bed. Another meeting mission with the bidders, this time something to do with a bunch of items being stolen and sold at the black market in “The Tres Spades’.

“Was really nice to see you again, next time don’t leave it so long,”. You were just about to respond with a goodnight when another message came through, double texting so needy.

“Did you know, Leo and Capricorns make for an interesting match,”.

“Really now?”.

“Really, it’s almost like the stars are aligned,”.

No stop, you thought to yourself to not reply, he was a womaniser, all these smooth lines were just part of his game to get you into bed. But what if there not? What if the man is generally interested in you? But before you could reply another message came through.

“Goodnight princess x”.

“Goodnight Mitsu”.

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“Do we have to go?” Takuto groaned, his head pressed against the wooden table.

“Mr.Ichinomiya invited us as guests, we can’t just not go,” Riki tutted, “Besides we need to scout out the investors who got ahold of the Da Vinci painting,”. This was to do with the meeting from a few days ago, the plan for tonight was to mingle with other bidders from the black market, trying to suss out who stole and brought the painting to the market.

“Come on it won’t be that bad,” You smiled, running your hands down to flatten the dress you had chosen to wear. It was red, the same red Mitsu wore, a plunging neckline and clung to every curve of your body.

Leo:

Mitsu was a man of many words, he knew the words of ‘love’ better than English. Only he thought he did, until he met her. Bella, an enchantress, a siren, a beautiful woman who made him lose all his cool. Sure he got about, abit, at one point he had a different lady on his arm every night. But what's the harm in having a bit of fun? Especially since he’ll never love again, no love was out of the question, love got him burned in the past and he would be damned if it ever happened again. But for one night with her, even if it was purely talking, he would throw his new-day-new-fling attitude away forever. She was different, there something about her that purely intrigued him: was it that she blushed at his subtle flirting instead of throwing herself at him like every other woman, was it her dont-fuck-with-me attitude like how she had dealt with Ota, was it that when he had an actual conversation with her she had gotten so last in her passionate talks that she spoke for a solid 30 minutes on art and it’s beauty, was it that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; a pocketful of sunshine bursting with personality, or was it purely because she was a woman, not a young model who he always lusted after. Yes whilst clearly a young woman, the young age of 24, she wasn't an ‘aspiring actress’ with daddy issues he always found himself with. No, Bella, she was a lady and Mitsu wanted to make her his lady.

The text that sent between him, the hinting flirts from both sides, he found himself feeling like a school-boy with a crush, checking his phone every couple of minutes. He found himself no-longer caring for the young scarlets that pounced on him wherever he went, leaching on to the next innocent fool, his mind wandering back off to the blonde he met at LRN. It almost felt like… fate, dare he say it. His horoscope had told him that a new interest would enter his life this month, maybe she was it? It was true, all he needed was a sign.

The night the black foxes came to the penthouse for a meeting, all wanted to know if she was coming, even being in the same room as him made a light buzz tingle across his body. Was he nervous? No, surely not, Mitsunari did not get nervous. But then his mind wandered to how delicate she really was, that slight vulnerability as she let her guard down with him, no-harsh pretences or words, just rays of that spellbinding laugh that enticed him even future. Secretly praying she would come, he put on his finest fedora, just in-case.

He felt himself smile when he saw her follow the others in, but it dropped when he saw Riki’s arm gently holding over her forearm in a reassuring manner. He disliked the boy, partially because he saw his younger self in him, he definitely dis-liked the way he caught him looking at her. The night after the mission, Riki pulled her away from his gaze, he had believed the two were a couple from the words of claim but her every eye roll, the batting off his words followed by a soft response of ‘Just friends, Riki,’ the meek smile she would throw at him every-time he caught her gaze, told him otherwise.

She held her confidence as she began to relax, putting tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum in their rightful places once more, power almost radiating off her at her every word. Her aura was a mixture of beautiful colours: fluorescent yellows, illuminating shades of green, deep blues and purples like the ocean and his favourite colour of all, red. After time passed, she joined him in the kitchen as she offered to make coffees, a putting-others above her own needs attitude.

“Look at us twinning,” She laughed, pointing to her white belt, which was holding her thin black jumper into her jeans. It took a moment for him to release before she gestured to his hat, his white hat. A sign, the sign. That was it, Mitsunari had a full blown crush.

When they had all left all he wanted to do was ring her to check she got home okay, but he couldn’t do it, it would be too needy he thought. Instead a simple text. ‘The stars aligning’ were not meant to be sent, he typed it before quickly releasing what he was saying and hit send by mistake, god-damn young people technology.

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He physically felt the air from with his lungs being sucked out when she entered Eisuke’s event, the red dress that accentuated every inch of her pale skin, she literally took his breath away. He found himself drawn like a magnet to her throughout the night, like the moon to the earth, finding himself pulled to her. He asserted himself into the conversation when he felt men had been staring too long or getting a bit too close, listening sharply for words for only an adult audience before making his presence known. He wanted to protect her, knowing the real natures and intentions of half the men in the room, but she wasn’t his to protect. His eyes darted across the room when he lost track of her, before the glinting of a red bottomed heel flickered as the owners stepped outside. Red, the colour of his tie, fedora and boxers.

“Everything alright?” He called out to her, leaning against the doorframe as she rested against the balcony rail, her figure and skin glowing in the basking moonlight. She hummed lightly in response before stretching, turning around to face him across the chiseled-slate floor.

“Just get a bit tiring, the whole charade,” Her voice soft but changing into an attitude, “And I swear, if I get one more sleaze-ball talking to my breasts I will be kicking some ass”. He chuckled, taking a step towards her, his hands tucking into his slacks pockets.

“The dress is very… nice,” He choked half-way through his sentence, shit he actually was nervous. Never had he fumbled a flirt, a pick up line or a smooth recovery, his cheeks raging pink with embarrassment and he turned his head slightly to hide it.

“Thank you, it was a present,” She gave a light twirl with a laugh that sent his knees weak and a pit of happiness inside his stomach.

“You know we have to stop meeting like this,” He chuckled, her face responded with a quizzical expression, “The colours, the dress, the tie, the hat,”. She let out another laugh and shook her head.

“You know what they say about two people who wear the same matching colour twice in a row,” She took a step towards him, a small gap now between him, his heart racing slightly as he stared down into her pooling blue eyes.

“And what’s that?” He wanted nothing more than to bring his hand up and rest it against her supple cheek.

“That they have the best fashion,” She teased, bringing her face close to his before tapping his nose and pulling away. “So come on,” She tugged his arm and pulled him to the balcony edge with her, “I have some questions for you on stars”. He answered everything she asked him, his face turned to her as the corner of his lips jerked up whilst he watched her eyes widen at the glistening stars above.

“And if you look just there,” He pointed up, her eyes squinting and a ‘where’ fell from her lips. He stood behind her, wrapping both arms around hers, using his right to point up, leaning his head on her shoulder so they was eye level, “There”. He felt her shudder slightly as his breath caught against her neck, the rapid beating of her heartbeat against his chest, the crinkling of her eyes as she focused before letting out the purest of gasps.

“Them aligning stars are the ones that make the Leo symbol,” He softness in his voice as he traced the shape with her hand.

“It’s beautiful,” She breathless whispered at the constellations above.

“You really are,” His voice in a whisper as she turned to face him, eyes meeting a gaze as their breaths mingled from the closeness, her thick eyelashes closing her blue eyes as she hesitated for a second before leaning in. Mitsu found himself replicating her actions, knees almost giving way as the distance between their lips grew shorter. Just as her flushed lips brushed over his, a cough from behind jerked them both apart, Mitsu turning to see their rude interrupter, Riki.

The gaze he gave her, she lowered her head before retreating indoors alone, Riki took bounding steps towards him.

“Why can’t you leave her alone,” He hissed, a slight glare of possession in his eyes.

“She’s a woman, not an object,” Mitsu stood up fully, towering slightly over him.

“And you’ll just use her like one!” Riki retaliated, a growing battle between them. His words stung, like a venomous wound but he knew why the younger male had said it. It was true, Mitsu did often use women for his own pleasure before discarding them, but her, Bella was different. She had a hold on him. His heart that stopped beating so long ago, began to tremble and tighten when he saw her, a racing rhythm he had forgotten the beat off. He wouldn’t say it was love, but it was very close to the feeling.

“Why are you so jealous of her? Is it because she’s rejected you and you can’t bear to stand the fact she will feel something for someone?” Mitsu knew he struck a nerve when Riki’s jaw twitched and his fists balled.

“She’s too pure for you Mitsunari,” Is where the young politician left the conversation, his words hanging heavy over Mitsu. He knew they were true, he also knew he never stood a chance with her.

He tried to shake her from his head, the softness of her skin still lingered against his hands where he had held her, her eyes like a galaxy allowing him to get lost. The softness of her lips being the stars, the brief touch that had sent shocks across his spine, the smallest taste of heaven. He watched sitting at the bar in the penthouse, him trying to pull his attention to someone else to try to forget about her, the black-haired scarlet fawning over him as he sat on the sofa. It was a distraction that was barely successful, the flirtatious words rolled off his tongue as he spoke so softly to be met with over-exaggerated laughing and a hand placed on his thigh. He caught the reflection of the woman he wished was next to him in the glass window, Riki once more latched to her side, Mitsu knowing he stood no chance with him around. Before he met her, he would have taken the girl sat next to him straight to his room but now all he could think of was pushing her away and holding the woman he longed for in his arms.

“So how about it?” The green eyes now in a close proximity bringing him back from his thoughts.

“Hm?”.

“Dinner, tomorrow, I’ve heard so much about you Mitsunari, I’m just dying to hear if the rumours are true,” She purred, running a finger down his chest. He turned to meet Bella’s gaze, but she was no wear to be seen, sneaking out with the faintest of tears after seeing the actions between Mitsu and the girl. His heart dropped to release she had gone, a scowl on Riki’s face as he ran out of the penthouse to follow her.

“Sure,” He said with a hopeless smile.

A playboy, a seducer:

“Bella stop,” Sweeping his bangs out of his face as he chased after her.

“Riki please, just go away,” She yelled back for the seventh time, breath hitching as she had tried to flee so silently.

“Is it because of him,” His words make her stop in her track, turning as the moonlight shined off her pale skin, illuminating her in his path.

“What if it is Riki?” The glistening tear glinted as it rolled down her cheek.

“He’s not good enough for you,” Riki holding out a hand to stroke her cheek as he stepped forward, she batting his hand away.

“And what? You are? Riki, we’ve been over this again and again, I’m sorry but I don’t the same way,” A plea in her voice that made his heart clench.

“He’s a playboy, a seducer, he doesn’t deserve you,”.

“Maybe I want that!” Her voice was a little louder than she had hoped, “I’m not a child Riki, I know how to handle myself,”. There was a lingering pause of silence between them before Riki finally broke it.

“If he hurts you…” He started but she reached forward and squeezed his hand with a faint smile, a ‘thank you’ gracing her lips. Riki kept his strong poker face as he felt the woman whose smile made his day, slip away from his grasp and longed to be in the arms of another.

Yellow Ties and Underwear:

You found your feet unable to stop themselves, walking into ‘The Tres Spaces’ the following evening after the party. You could use the excuse that you left something here from last night, but who was you kidding, you were here to see Mitsu.

“Hi, I wanted to visit the penthouse?” You smiled at the young girl on reception who raised an eyebrow at you, “Tell Mr.Ichinomiya, it’s Bella”. The ring of a phone and a conversation between the girl and who you presumed to be Eisuke, a ‘Yes sir,’ following her voice.

“Here,” She smiled, passing a slicked gold card across the desk and gestured to the lifts. Your knees trembled as you leaned back against the railing as the elevator took you up over 50 flights of stairs, boy did you feel sorry for a maid who worked her. What were you even doing here? What did you think would happen? That’d you just waltz in, see Mitsu sitting on the sofa, stroll over and say “Hey, I really fucking fancy you to the point I can’t get you out of my head”. Brilliant ideas as always Bella.

Only when the steel-doors opened, there was only one person in the room, Eisuke who was sat crossed legged in a leather arm chair, arms folded with his signature smirk on his face.

“Well, it’s this a nice surprise,” His crisp voice ringing against the marbled walls, making no effort to stand as he beckoned you towards him, “Are you finally here to take up my offer, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist”. He stood up as you got closer, tracing a fingertip over your arm, “I knew you were trying to get my attention last night and let me tell you,”. His warm hand caressed your shoulder, “You certainly got it,”. He leaned forward, you pushed him back and took a pace backwards, face flushed red.

“M-Mr.Ichinomiya! I apologise if I gave you the wrong impression but I-” You stuttered, flustered as one of the wealthiest men in the city had just made a pass at you, unsure what to say next. He tutted and removed his hand from you, rolling his eyes.

“If you're not here for me, why are you here?” His voice dropping to his normal sternness, eyes heavily watching you as you began to buckle under his gaze.

“I-I’m here… I’m here to see Mitsu,” You finally blurted after a few moments of silence, Eisuke cocking an eyebrow at your words, the corners of his lips twitching slightly.

“Hey boss, is the yellow too much or is it-” The voice of Mitsu came bursting out of one of the bedroom doors, he came into the room in a navy blue suit, holding up a yellow tie. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you, eyes wandering between you and Eisuke before he mumbled an apology of interrupting you.

“It's not.. Mitsu I-” Your face was blushing heavily as you stood a step towards him before realising where you were. Eisuke scoffed, held up a hand and retreated into one of the other rooms, leaving you both alone in the silence.

“Snap?” He chuckled, holding up his tie as he nodded to the yellow bra strap from under your off the shoulder top, laughter knowing replacing the lingering silence.

“Are you going somewhere?” Your heart slightly pounding at the sheer handsomeness of the man who stood before you.

“Oh, I… kinda… date,” He mumbled off, your heart sinking as you felt a fool, of course he wouldn’t have been interested in you. He played you like a fiddle before moving onto the next woman, whatever strange connection you felt towards him was just part of his womanising persona and you had fallen for it.

“I should go,” You quickly turned on your heels, feeling like a raging idiot, making a hurried escape but the softness of his voice that called for you, stopped you in your tracks. Turning to face him, the slight ruggedness of his face with a mixture of suppleness, the warming smile that lifted the corners of his mouth, the hazel eyes that peeked with a treacle of honey, the features you found you self gazing at made it feel as if time had stopped. The distance between you feeling a mile apart, silence held between the still of the room as your eyes met.

“Don’t go on your date,” You meekly whispered, the words falling before you could think about what you said.

“Bella…” His voice low, taking a bounding strike towards you.

“Mitsu…” Your feet moving before you could stop them, finding yourself running almost into his arms, each other's hands placed on the side of your faces as your lips met in a passionate frenzy. Lips working against each other, your bottom lip being sucked against his as heat within you rose, a knotted ball of worry unraveling in your stomach.

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“Are you sure about this?” He breathlessly whispered between kisses against your lips, your hands quickly working at shedding his jacket, throwing it into the pit of his room.

“God yes,” You responded, lips never parting afterwards, no rush, only sweet savouring kisses. Both of you remove articles of clothes in a slow, sensual manner until you both stand in only underwear in-front of each other. Hands running over crescent and dip, burning his touch into your brain as his lips found their way to your neck. Even if you only shared this moment, you wanted it, you needed him. You wanted to experience the epitome of pleasure with him, the desire to be with someone you found yourself unable to shake from your mind, the only thing being on your mind for the past weeks was him, and here he stood, wanting you just as much back.

Running a hand down his chest, it wasn’t heavily toned but he was in great shape for his age, your fingers fluttering on the edge of his boxers, the press of his hard arousal against your thigh. Dipping a hand below, wrapping your fingers around his heated length as his voice hitched, revealing to you the length thickness of him. Cascading kisses of soft lips against your neck fell to your collarbones, the warmth of his hands around your back as he tried to remove your bra, your hand working over his length.

“The front,” You moan, using your free hand to cover bring his hands to rest over your breasts, the clasp lying between the valley of your breasts. His wet tongue dives down to lick against your breast, sucking over your hardening nipple before moving to the other, the material of your bra lost amongst the pile of clothes that lay at your feet. The flat of his tongue ran against your sensitive nipples, flickering until they peddled with soft moans falling from your mouth, the hand between you beginning to pump his faster. Your underwear was peeled slowly from your body, hitting the floor with a light flood, wetness and arousal pooling between your thighs. With a struggled groan, a wrist wraps around your stilling your jerking movements as his breath becomes ragged.

“I want to indulge in you princess,” His soft words matched his tone of voice, eyes half-lidded with pure lust as he held your waist and guided you backwards to the bed. Feeling your knees hit the end of it, toppling backwards with a light fall, Mitsu dropping to his knees and spreading your thighs apart, “I’ve wanted to taste you since the minute I saw you,”. The pink flesh of his tongue ran alongside his bottom lip, eyes burning at your glistening as he pressed kisses up your thighs, leaving a blossoming mark where your thighs met your lower half. His breath was hot against your burning core, the suspense for him to touch encouraged by pleads and begs trickling from your mouth. The sensation of his flat tongue in a sweeping movement against your damp folds in enough to make fireworks explode, each flicker of his tongue making you cry out for me. Hips raise to push yourself against him as he begins to devour you with his mouth, your hands push off his fedora and get tangled in his soft locks. The silent cries fall from your mouth, head thrown back against the mattress, back rising as his tongue brought you to a higher pleasure. The words ‘so sweet’ murmured against your flesh, the vibrations sending heavy tingles inside you. Thighs trembling around his head, fingers twisted in his hair and the soft cry of ‘Mitsu… I need you’ as he pressed a final kiss to your clit before pulling away.

Climbing above you and reaching into the bedside draw, pulling out a foil wrapper as he positioned himself above you. Holding his shoulders you pushed him back, rolling him onto his back as you straddled him, taking the foil and ripping it open with your teeth. Leaning down you spread the condom over his thickness, raising yourself before lowering onto his head. A strangled groan came from his throat, hands pressing into the side of your behind to help guide you down, a crying moan as you felt him stretch your walls until he was fully hilted inside. Everything about it felt right, like a perfect fit. Resting your hands on his chest you began to rock back and forth, falling into a steady rhythm as each time he hit the perfect spot inside you that made the pit of your stomach ignite with flame. The smoothness of his hands caressed your waist and behind, mesmerised as he watched your face throw back in pleasure, the gentle pace letting you be in-control as you brought yourself close.

“Mitsu,” You repeated like a manta, gasping breaths as your mind began to haze over, your muscles began to tighten as you felt the rapid heat began to spread across your body.

“That’s it princess,” He groaned, rolling his hips to meet your rocking movements, a heavy groan as your muscles spasmed around him. Fingertips leaving crescent moons markings on his chest, the tightness in your stomach snapping as you pulsed over him, the warmth flooding your body. Riding yourself down, stilling for a moment as you shut your eyes with a few light breaths, letting the wave of your orgasm die down before moving once more. Sensing your slight exhortation, he wrapped his hands under your knees and began to push you back until you felt your back hit the soft mattress below, still buried inside you. He held your trembling legs over his shoulder, leaning down to press hot kisses against you as he began to thrust into you. It didn’t take long for him to bring you close once more, your second release triggering his own, hands firmly on your waist as he held you tight against him, throbbing and releasing into the rubber inside you. Your name on his lips.

Pulling out, he threw it in the bin before pulling you close to him and letting you rest against his chest as you both regained your breath. Holding you tight to him, something Mitsunari never did.

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The rising and lowering of a chest against your cheek woke you, slightly dazed as you awoke, finding yourself still in the arms of Mitsu who was peacefully sleeping under you. You felt the smile tug at your lips, resting your chin on his chest and admiring the sight in-front of you.

“You okay princess?” He chuckled with a light yawn, hazel eyes meeting yours as they opened from beneath his thick lashes.

“Very,” You laugh back, your smile brings a smile to his face as he brings a hand up to run against your cheek, you nuzzling straight against it like a kitten. You embellish in the silence for a few moments, an intimate moment shared between the two of you before it finally broke by a phone buzzing on the floor.

“Shit,” Mitsu groaned, bolting up to retrieve his phone before swiping it off. Both of you had forgotten he was getting ready to go on a date, the shared look between you as you gave him a soft smile.

“It’s fine… I’ll- I’ll go,” You meekly whispered, pulling yourself away from him and off the bed but you don’t make it that, the faintest words of, ‘don’t go’ were repeated back to you from earlier. You were pulled back down, his strong arms wrapping around you as he held you to him.

“Our evening together has been so unforgettable to me… I don’t want it to end,” The whisper of his voice into the shell of your ear, tremors pulsing over your heart.

“Mitsu-”.

“Please, stay,” It was a plea, leaning over you and sharing an almost loving gaze. You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, pulling him down slowly, a kiss shared between you full of promises and hope. Neither of you wanted to be the first to pull back until you had to for air.

Stars Aligned:

“Mitsu stop it!” Her squealing giggle filled the penthouse as he wrapped a strong pair of arms around her from behind, hoisting up as he spun around. The smile on her face was one Mitsu would cherish forever, it was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing on his mind before he fell asleep. It was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, the smile on his lovers face as she slept peacefully against his chest, her blonde hair draping behind her shoulders. He would sit for hours watching her sleep so blissfully, stirring slightly as she nuzzled into the planes of his chest, whispering sweet good mornings as he stroked her hair. Everything about her was perfect, feeling the stars aligning each time he looked at her. He thanked them everyday for bringing her into his life, his own piece of tranquil heaven held in his arms.

“Sorry princess, no can do,” He chuckled, holding her tight still as he set her down. A vast array of vomiting noises came from the others in the room.

“Can you please stop it’s revolting to watch,” Soryu groaned, turning his head away, Takuto groaning with agreement. Even since the pair of you became a couple, the bidders and black foxes became even tighter.

“Your luckily they don’t live with you, it’s revolting to hear,” Mamoru mumbled lying on the sofa, newspaper sprawled across his face to block out the sun.

“We’re not that bad!” Mitsu chuckled, although the blush across his and her cheeks said otherwise, “Anyway you filthy perverts probably enjoy listening,”.

“Mitsu!” She hissed, jabbing her elbow back to playfully nudge him ribs, a sign to shut up. The couple had been together for a good few months after their first physical encounter together, ravishing each other physically and emotionally, the ways of Baba’s past forgotten about. All he wanted in life was her; he lived to make her happy, never straying or turning an eye, he devoted himself to her as she did him.

Everything had fallen into place within the universe to Mitsu. The stolen paintings were recovered, the bidders and black foxes joining fully in forces, the woman he cherished held tight by his side every minute of the day.

“Come on princess,” He picked her up once more, carrying her bridal style outside to the balcony for some alone time. He propped her up against the railing, where they almost shared a kiss at Eisukes event, wrapping his arms around her behind. He held her for a moment, inhaling her heavenly scent of strawberries and vanilla, his head buried against her hair. There was no words to describe how content Mitsu felt, well maybe three words. His heart raced as he held her close, the smile plastered from ear to ear, a warm fuzz spreading across his body as he realised how he felt. A feeling he never expected to experience again in his time but somehow the universe smiled down on him and granted the best gift of all, her.

“I love you,” The words spoken in an above whisper, without fearing the consequence, the only words he could form. She relaxed against him, turning her head to face him, slight tears in her eyes.

“I love you too,”.

Both leaning in to their embrace, lips pressing together to share a tender kiss over their exchange of words. Mitsu held close his most valuable, stolen treasure in his arms.

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hi, dear! i hope you are having a good day! i was wondering if you could help me understand how you use “den, de, dette, denne, disse, din, di, ditt” and “sin, sine, sitt si.” thank you so much for your help

Hi there anon! Yes of course, I'll do my best to explain!

There's a lot here to talk about, so I'm posting this as two separate posts (one talking about den/de/dette/denne/disse and one talking about din/di/ditt/dine and sin/si/sitt/sine). The latter I just posted about here, so in this post I'll talk about den/de/dette/denne/disse.

These are called demonstrative pronouns or adjectives; in English, they are this (denne/dette), these (disse), that (den/det) and those (de).

Both denne and dette mean 'this'. The distinction is that 'denne' is used with masculine and feminine nouns, whereas dette is used with neuter or unspecified nouns.

Denne meldingen kan ikke sendes - This message cannot be sent

Denne boka er kjedelig - This book is boring

Jeg elsker dette språket! - I love this language!

Dette er unødvendig - This is unnecessary (here, no object has been specified, so we use the neuter form)

Be careful! If you're introducing a noun, you always use 'dette', regardless of the gender of the thing you’re introducing:

Dette er broren min - This is my brother

Dette er dama som lærte meg å danse - This is the lady who taught me to dance

Dette er et morsomt spill - This is a fun game

Disse means 'these', while 'de' means 'those'. Both these pronouns are used regardless of gender:

Disse spøkene er ikke morsomme - These jokes aren't funny

Disse gulrøttene er mugne! - These carrots are mouldy!

Disse skipene her er større enn de skipene der borte - These ships here are bigger than those ships over there

De skoene er svært stygge - Those shoes are really ugly

Both den and det mean 'that'. Similarly to denne/dette, 'den' is used with masculine and feminine nouns, whereas det is used with neuter or unspecified nouns:

Den katten har hvite poter - That cat has white paws

Den jenta er penere enn meg - That girl is prettier than me

Jeg likte aldri det speilet - I never liked that mirror

Er det en gitar i bildet? - Is that a guitar in the picture? (Even though en gitar is masculine, it hasn’t been introduced yet, so we use det rather than den as it’s an unspecified noun)

They can also mean it. In this case, 'den' is only used if we've already introduced a masculine or feminine noun, and it's standing in its place. For all other situations, use 'det':

Jeg kjøpte en ny mobil i går, og jeg har allerede knust den! - I bought a new phone yesterday, and I’ve already broken it!

Vi liker huset, men det er altfor dyrt - We like the house, but it’s far too expensive

Jeg har aldri spurt om det før - I've never asked about it/that before

Den, det and de can also mean 'the', and are used when using adjectives with definite nouns (note: the definite form of the adjective is identical to the plural form. You also use the definite form when using dette/denne/disse too.)

En gammel mann (an old man) --> den gamle mannen (the/that old man)

Ei lang gate (a long street) --> den lange gata (the/that long street)

Et frekt barn (a rude child) --> det frekke barnet (the/that rude child)

Svarte hunder (black dogs) --> de svarte hundene (the/those black dogs)

Store hus (big houses) --> de store husene (the/those big houses)

Now, if you've been paying attention, you'll notice that all nouns modified by these demonstratives are also in the definite form. This is just a part of the grammar (called double definiteness, or ‘dobbel bestemt’ in Norwegian) and 99% of the time this is just how it is. The only time you don't use double definiteness is when talking about famous buildings or landmarks and such (for example, The White House is 'Det hvite hus', not 'det hvite huset', because the second one could be referring to any house that is white, whereas the first is referring to the specific building. Kinda like the difference between ‘the white house’ and ‘The White House’ in English). Don't worry about it too much for now, just be mindful of it as you get more advanced.

Hope that helps! Let me know if you have any more questions!

If you spot any mistakes, please point them out so I can fix them :)

#corrections welcome #norsk #norwegian #learning norwegian #langblr norwegian #bokmål #norwegian grammar #norsk grammatikk #my oc: norwegian

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captainscanadian · 5 years

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Stay | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Prologue)

My Masterlist

Summary: Your best friend is marrying your older brother and the question is whether your other friends would show up. Steve’s was easy to track down. But Bucky, not so much...

Word Count: 1800+

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tamilian!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x OMC Arjun Y/L/N

Warnings: MINIMAL TAMIL DIALOGUE (I’m more than happy to translate!) & TAMIL CULTURE , References to Hinduism, Mild Swearing

A/N:This is my entry for @bucky-smiles‘s 2K Bollywood Writing Challenge! This challenge got me so excited because I wanted to show off my culture in my writing! My prompt was to write a Bucky fic inspired by my all time favorite Bollywood movie - Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani! Y’all should go watch it because it’s fucking amazing! But I decided to write this fic with a Tamilian reader because I am Tamilian. I was born in Sri Lanka. But I know that there are a few other Tamilian friends on this site who would love to read this. @jalapenobarnes & @fafulous, THIS ONE IS FOR YOU, MY CHELLANGALA! Also, all my fellow Desi Marvel stans are more than welcome to read this fic and spread the love! <3

Natasha Romanoff had ever been the most “feminine” or “lady-like” or a “girly-girl” like most people had wanted her to be. She had never fit into society’s per-conceived notion that a woman must be a certain way. Born in Russia, she had moved to America when she had been six years of age. Fitting in had never been easy for her. For starters, it had taken her years’ worth of sessions with a dialect coach and tons of practice to be rid of her Russian accent. Eventually, when managed to get her English language skills in check, not many of the kids she went to school with were willing to take a chance on her friendship, except for Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

During her teenage years, she was the most rebellious kid in all of Brooklyn. A tomboy, they called her, with her short red hair, ripped skinny jeans, leather jackets, tattoos and piercings. Oh she had it all! She had spent most of her time skateboarding around Williamsburg and sneaking into the local art shows with her two best friends. But things had changed so much since then.

She was a grown woman now, well into her thirties. Her short red hair had grown down to her midriff. Her nose piercing had closed up years ago, the tattoos on her back barely visible to anyone anymore. The ripped jeans and leather jackets had been replaced by pencil skirts and pantsuits. Natasha had not expected to be a rather popular artist in New York, with her own studio in her hometown and her masterpieces selling for millions of dollars.

Perhaps, the most shocking thing about Nat’s life was not her physical transformation or the way she had realized her dreams of becoming a successful artist. It was how she had fallen in love with a certain Arjun Y/L/N. Born in Russia and raised in Brooklyn, she never would have expected to be marrying into Tamilian family. Yet, love did not know or care about one’s ethnicity or culture. She loved him and he loved her, so now they were getting married.

A month from today, she would be Mrs. Y/L/N. But for now, she was spending her last few days as Miss. Romanoff handwriting her wedding invitations to her loved ones. She never would have thought that she would have a traditional Hindu wedding; it had been her idea ever since Arjun had proposed. After all, she did have a wonderful relationship with his family and she felt honored to be a part of that. Embracing the culture that her man had grown up with had been the best part of getting married. She had always been a part of the family.

The wedding preparations were well under way now. While it was meant to be the bride’s family who was meant to take care of most of the expenses for the multiple ceremonies and rituals, your family had let go of such traditional notions for the sake of this union. The bride and groom were making an equal financial contribution to the wedding, a mutual decision between the two of them.

“Amma?” Natasha called out to your mother, who had been busy preparing some sweet treats that were meant to go along with the invitations. “Did Y/N tell you what time she gets out of work? She was supposed to be here an hour ago to help me out with the rest of the invitations.”

Your mother drained the last batch of jalebi’s from the frying pan before drenching them in the sugar syrup. She turned off the stove and wiped her hands with a tea towel, walking over to the dining table where her daughter-in-law-to-be had been sitting for the last hour. “You know how she is. She never gets out of work on time and when I ask her why, she gives you a speech about how she worked so hard to become a doctor for the sake of her family and that we should not be complaining about how much she works.”

Nat let out a chuckle as she set down her pen. “You’d think that she would have taken some time off from work to help out with the wedding. It is her brother’s wedding and I am her best friend, aren’t I?”

Before your mother could respond to that, she heard the sound of your car pulling up in the driveway. “And there she is!”

Hopping out of your car, you ran your hand through your partially went hair. Having gotten out of work later than you had expected, you had rushed back to your apartment to shower. You had not bothered with drying your hair, as you had been in a hurry. “Amma!” You called out to your mother as you used your key to unlock the door and entered, kicking off your shoes and making your way down to the living room. “Amma, where are you?”

“In here, Y/N!” Natasha called out to you as she picked up her pen and another invitation, looking down at her list of people whom she still had to invite to the wedding.

You skipped over to the kitchen. “Amma!” You exclaimed as you pulled your mother into a hug, placing a kiss on her cheek before giving her your best pouty lips. “Amma, ore oru strong cup of coffee, please? I just got out of work and I’m so tired. Please?”

Your mother gave you a playful eye roll. “Sit down; I’ll bring you a cup of coffee.”

“You’re a good Amma!” You gave her a nod as you walked over to the table, hugging Natasha from behind. “Anni!”

“That is something I can definitely get used to.” She chuckled, softly. “You are such a spoiled brat and you know that, right?”

“Perks of being the youngest in the family, I guess.” You admitted with a shrug of your shoulders, pulling up the chair across from Nat and sitting down. “Amma, is there any tiffin? I’m hungry!” You called out towards the kitchen, earning an eye roll from your sister-in-law-to-be.

“Don’t expect me to spoil the shit out of you when you come over to your brother and I’s.” She joked.

“What? Are we really setting the ground rules now?” You asked her with an eyebrow raised, giggling softly as you eyed the stack of envelopes that she had already labeled in calligraphy. You picked up the one on top, seeing the name ‘Steven Rogers’ written in cursive. “Did Steve say anything about coming to the wedding? The last I heard, he fired the head chef at his restaurant and he’s looking for a new one. I think he has a lot going on now, ever since that food critic gave him a poor rating and tanked his business.”

“Oh no, he’s been saying how busy he is. But if he doesn’t show up, I’m planning on getting my ass to Manhattan and dragging him over to the temple myself.”

You let out a laugh as you shook your head. Those two really were the best of friends. You, Natasha and Steve had attended the same high school together. Of course, you had not been such close friends back then. But Steve and Natasha had been best friends since middle school. They had practically been inseparable for as long as you’ve known them.

While you had only been friends with Natasha since your second year of undergrad, you had known her long before. You had become the least unlikely pair of friends – the rebellious Russian girl and the studious Tamilian nerd. You owed it all to that one ski trip to The Hamptons a little over twelve years ago, for bringing the two of you together. Now she was marrying your older brother and becoming a part of your family.

“Oh shit, I screwed this up!” Natasha groaned as she crossed out one of the names that she had just transcribed onto an envelope, tossing it aside before picking up a new one to fix her mistake.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you reached across the table to grab the envelope that she had jut discarded, seeing his crossed out name written in black ink.

Bucky.

“J-A-M-E-S...” Natasha spelled out his name as she wrote it neatly across the envelope. “B-U-C-H-A-N-A-N. BARNES. There!” Picking up an invitation and slipping it into the envelope, she sealed it with a lick and set it on top of her finished stack of envelopes. “Thank you for helping me with writing these invitations, Y/N.” She remarked, sarcastically. “Now we need to pack up the sweet treats and mail them out!”

You gave her a nod. “We’ll do that first thing in the morning.”

Once your brother got home from work, the four of you enjoyed a well-deserved family meal together. After a hard day’s work, it was something that you very much needed. Even though you had moved out of your childhood home once you had graduated from Columbia Medical School, you had been a frequent visitor ever since. As your mother lived alone once you had fled the nest, you made sure to keep her company during her lonely nights. With the wedding preparations, it seemed more convenient to be at the house more often. While Arjun and Natasha were staying over, you tend to pop by every now and then to take on the role of your sister-in-law-to-be’s Maid of Honor and help out with some of the wedding planning.

After dinner, your brother had retreated to his old bedroom to attend an important phone call from work. As Nat and your mother shared the task of doing dishes and packing up the sweets that your mother had prepared, you found yourself lurking under the bed in your childhood bedroom. You retrieved a little cardboard box that you had been keeping hidden for years now. This box was filled with so many memories from your childhood and teenage years – from your high school yearbook to the Polaroid photos that you had taken during your trip to The Hamptons.

You flipped through the yearbook to see the photos of you and your friends – Y/N Y/L/N, Natasha Romanoff, Steven Rogers and James Barnes. Bucky. There was always something special about him, the way he lit up every room he had walked into. Bucky was the loudest voice in the room, the life of the party. He was the nerd with the camera, consumed by his wanderlust. He was a man of everyone’s dreams, with dreams of his own that he was chasing all the way to the other side of the world. Bucky. Where ever in the world he was right now, nobody loved to go on an adventure like him. Twelve years it had been since you had first fallen in love with him.

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