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definesanity · 2 years

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Hello, I shared this idea, or maybe something like it, with Cocoenvy a while back and I feel that you might enjoy it as well.

There will be brief mentions of some f/f pairings in here, I apologize if you dislike that but I am a sucker for yuri and could not help myself lol.

Also, TWs for the other dark topics mentioned are: Violence, Mental and Physical Abuse and War.

Also, I apologize for the length of this and the likely subpar quality, it is almost 3:00 a.m, at the moment and I'm a little tired lol. I will do a brief summary at the bottom.

P.S. This will be a crossover with multiple other gacha games, I will list them at the end, but try and guess them before hand.

The idea being that the Reader is a plain old mortal that was reincarnated into Teyvat as the soulmate of the Creator/Chief God of the world, only one problem and that is that no one else believes that this mere mortal could be worthy of being the chosen of their great god.

They ignore the pleas and words of their God as they shun and revile the one who only wants to know why they feel a pull towards this strange being and why the characters they used to love are now hating them, well not all of them I should say for many others stand with this lone and scared mortal.

A Princess of another world.

A scholar who wishes to make a wonderland of her own.

A boy cursed with misfortune.

A penniless scholar of the stars.

A knight shunned for a reviled heritage.

A boy raised among the wolves.

An unconventional priestess.

A Knight of Sparks and her Mother.

A spymaster who enjoys the roll of the dice.

A rock and roll musician who knows the pain of being an outcast.

An adepti disciple.

A forgetful zombie.

A Tengu general.

A headstrong oni.

A brilliant Kunoichi.

A strategic fish and her loyal hound.

An ever tired shinobi.

A gentle mercenary.

A stalwart defender.

A cheerful dancer.

A wandering puppet.

A Sleepy astrologer.

A ruler of snow and ice and her outcast children.

A star fallen from the sky and trying to return.

Yet they are few and their voices drowned out amidst the swell of hate and mockery and the denial of food and medicine and even basic acknowledgment as their own friends and lovers turn on them till the time coms.

The time when it all becomes far too much for the mortal to bare.

Tears stream from a god's eyes as they hold the one they love most of all, cursing the world that has fallen oh so very far in their eyes as they grant their beloved their only wish.

They weep as they open a portal to whatever world their heart calls out for most of all, their sobs growing louder as they feel the bond that linked them together begin to darken to near stygian black as their love vanishes, a gentle ruler of snow cradling their god in her arms as she guides them somewhere away from the shattered acolytes.

Some don't want to believe the truth of what they have seen, of what their hubris has done, yet when the skies of Teyvat remain stygian as tears fall upon the world, and when the statues that showed their God and the one they loved holding one another shatter and refuse to be rebuilt in any other form but their god weeping in anguish, and when the warmth that has guided them for so long vanishes, they know the truth of what they have done.

She who rules over ice and snow gold her god close to her, long has she wished for this moment, a chance to prove her own love for them, to show them that while they may not be their soulmate, they may yet find a place in their heart, but now...she pictures what could have been, had one been allowed to become two and perhaps even three, as they join their god in weeping for what could have been.

Those cast aside and shunned for their decision to stand with an outcast soon find themselves being pulled at by those who threw them aside but they in turn cast them aside, their hearts either claimed by the one lost to another world now, or hardened by the cruelties they have seen.

A princess of another world sighs as she looks out at the city from her perch atop a mountain, idly wondering if they would indeed be so foolish as to...*sigh* such a pitiful world this one is.

A former Spymaster offers a nod to the masked agent of snow and ice as she leaves the city that has been her home for some time, memories long locked away surfacing as something calls out to her.

A general flings her Vision at her god and her priestess as she turns and walks away, walking towards the smiling priestess of the seas with an odd gleam in her eyes as visions of lavender hair and crackling lightning fill her mind.

A dancer sighs as she looks to the stars, uncaring of the weeping and sobbing audible over such great a distance from the distant city, wondering when the time will come that she will be able to once more dance upon her true stage with that most lovely of partners again.

And as hearts break and tears flow, a queen of ice and snow finds herself greeting guests from worlds beyond, yellow eyes staring back at her from a tear in reality as a Siren's call fills the air and an offer is made...to the detriment of the rest of the world.

Guilt is such a thing...such a wonderful and terrible thing isn't it?

A weight, a burden, a stain, a noose bound around the neck of the guilty and pulling ever more tight with every step they take, something they try ever so desperately to escape through any means necessary.

No matter how utterly foolish those means may be.

As if breaking apart those who would have ushered them into a golden age of unprecedented glory and promise was not enough, those who separated the two are now faced with a much more horrible display of their foolishness than stygian skies and shattered statues.

For now their god lies asleep, crying out in terror and pain and pleading for mercy and respite and for freedom as they languish in the grip of nightmares and delusions of what could, but would never be.

Great is their grief when all fails to awaken them, yet greater still is their grief when there comes, from stars and cosmos knowable not by them and only to she who forged them, the one who created their beloved god, their Mother.

Her heart cries for her child as she falls to her knees afore their sleeping form and weeps, frigid arms pulling her into an embrace that she so desperately returns even as Asmoday comes to bring her child and her to their domain amidst the stars.

A look of grudging acknowledgment and respect passing from the largely Unknown God, to the Tsaritsa as she opens a rift to take her lady and her kin home, an unspoken agreement that she of ice and snow may come to see them when the need arises.

Foes they may be, but united in their love for the two who weep and cry out they are as well.

Soon there comes a time when the grief blinded and desperate resort to magic and science, to pull and claw and gnash and break apart the walls that keep apart worlds so that they may reunite the broken two.

Yellow eyes light with malevolent glee as the seas around them begin to writhe and churn, legions coming forth from tears in the fabric of reality as an alert is sent across all networks to their allies.

Their smile widening as from the portals step out those who were once their foes and now their friends as they prepare for a battle they knew would come.

The time is come.

Gray-blue eyes drift shut in annoyance as red Shackles flare for but a moment before they are suppressed, a press of a button sounding the alert for those labeled as Sinners to prepare themselves even as their leader curses one of their allies for being so accurate.

Few words are needed to insure all know what they are to do, what to burn and what to take, who to kill and who to bind, and most importantly, why they are doing this.

They would not let the one who showed them kindness be stolen.

Red eyes sweep over those gathered around them, the sound of magazines being loaded into weapons as safeties are removed and preparations are made, being matched but by the rumbling of the earth as there comes over the horizon a swarm made to bring forth a Rapture upon the world of their foes.

Their once enemies and now comrades shall be the distraction to their own mission, although she honestly doubts a distraction will be needed.

They will not let the one who gave them love and peace be stolen.

A great vessel carves its path through the heavens and towards a forming rift, communications signaling that their comrades have already begun to pour through their own portals as the monstrous ship approaches its own target.

Within it stir warriors of power fit to command the natural and unnatural laws of the universe, warriors of ages long lost and warriors of an age beyond that which those on the other side of the gate could ever hope to comprehend.

Those who once chased the flames stand on one side, just as those who were once as a serpent fit to swallow the world stand upon the other, before them stands she who reigns over Finality and she who Reigns over Origin, their hands interlocked as they gaze into the rift with fury in their eyes.

They would not let them take their beloved from them again.

A woman with the horns of a dragon sighs as she watches the portal finish forming, legions clad in armor bearing a helix symbol already beginning to march through it even as Operatives from a ship named after an island march with them.

Behind this force, come forth many others, clad in armors of differing nations of a world that has been given hope anew. One such example of hope being the antler bearing woman that lays a delicate kiss upon her and her white haired and rabbit eared comrades cheeks before she leaves to keep watch over the children of their forces and to await their Reunion.

They would not let the one who gave them hope be taken.

They number the fewest of their comrades, yet quality more than makes up for their lack of numbers.

One by one they finish the inspections of their weapons, idly taking note of the masses of their lesser fellows, Punished by the Virus as they were, gathering before the portals.

Like the drones that would bring forth a Rapture, they will be the distraction to cover their own actions. Granted, with what they have been told and what they have seen from the Observers probing of the world beyond the portals, they doubt they would need a distraction or more than one of their squadrons to take the whole of a nation, let alone a the weakest of them all.

They would not fail them this time. They would protect them at all costs.

And so it is that what should have been a simple summoning, becomes something oh so much worse, as all across the world of Teyvat the heavens yield afore the void, and reality cracks and tears to give way to the opening of doors to a world beyond their own.

A world made by the desperate wish of a tortured heart.

A world where they and all those they loved could be together and have a chance at the happiness they deserve, united once more with those taken from them by the Reaper's blade and freed from possession and tyranny and their oh so painful circumstances to build something wonderful.

A world where they now rest in the loving care of those who want not but for them to be happy and healthy, no matter how much blood they must spill to do so.

A world now primed for war, a world holding fast a blade now aimed at the throat of Teyvat as from the rifts there pour forth legions of number unknowable as from sea, air, and land the world is assailed.

Fires rise into the sky, and blood flows in rivers and forms into seas as corpses become as islands amidst the sanguine tide as bullet, magic, blade, and oh so much more are unleashed upon the world of Teyvat.

So great is the death and devastation wrought by these warriors that the Creator is jolted from their tearful nightmares, the wailing of the dead and damned flooding their ears as they frantically beg to return to Teyvat to see what has occurred.

What greets them makes them fall to their knees in horror as they see the world they so painstakingly made alight with the flames of mad slaughter as their followers are torn apart by beings from worlds beyond.

Beings that now turn to them.

In a swirl of Origin and Finality and Truth, three appear before them, many others joining as they gaze upon them with not but raw contempt in their eyes.

Soon there comes the opening of another rift and from it steps the form of one who has Observed oh so much, one who speaks to them of a deal to end the carnage and misery, a deal to allow for them to redeem their worthless life by aiding one whose value is oh so much greater than their own.

For when they two were parted, the one that came home to them after so long was weak and weary and frail and fragile, so desperate were they for love and care that they wept at but the slightest embrace.

Their road to healing was long and arduous, yet it was aided by those of so many differing worlds now melded together standing as one to aid this one who had helped them so much while all the while being unknowing of how their actions affected them.

Yet no matter how close they came, how many came to be lovers and comrades and siblings and family to them, there came a time when the torn bond bore down upon them and they too were seized in nightmares and delirium.

All because the God before them was such a waste of life that they could not even protect the one they claimed to 'love' from their own followers foolishness.

Yet they were kind, for their beloved wished them to be, and so they made a deal.

Aid them in healing their beloved.

Or watch their world burn.

In the end it is the Mother who brokers a bargain, sadness filling her as she sees the eyes of those so close to one she considered a child of her own gaze at her with loathing and revulsion to match that which they showed her own progeny.

6 Months shall their beloved spend upon Teyvat, the gathered ones fit to protest before an idea struck them and cruel smiles came to form upon many faces as they agreed, and 6 months shall her child spend within their world to be with their beloved.

This shall continue until the bond is mended enough to negate the detrimental affects to their health and the two have regained their vitality, at least to the point of no longer being confined to a wheelchair when they need to move somewhere.

And so the war ends, with nations smoldering and bodies piled high, a land of ice and snow being the sole one to be spared as a mad Doctor powers down the device that tore and frayed the boundaries of the world, smiling as he does so.

After all, he now has so many new colleagues to meet and share notes with and a whole new world of possibilities before him.

Now the acolytes are left adrift, battered and bruised and humiliated as they try not only to rebuild their world, but also the bonds of the hearts once shared betwixt their god and their beloved.

A task made oh so much more difficult by the masses that claim to be said beloved ones family and friends and lovers that move to thwart them at all attempts.

They had their chance with their beloved, and now it is their turn after all. While they may yet welcome those who betrayed their own to stand with their beloved into their family, the rest of Teyvat have proven themselves to be worth not even the shells spent to end their lives and as such deserve not even to gaze upon their beloved, let alone get near them.

Will two be made one again? Or perhaps three? Or maybe they shall ever be parted and bound but by threads of soul, till a means is found to sever even that.

So what do you think?

Also, basic sumamry is:

Reader is Creators soulmate, but no one, with the exception of some, believes it and mentally emotionally abuses them to the point they are on the verge of breaking and so the Creator sends them to another world where they can be happy.

Said world is made up of all of, or most of, their other gacha games fused together into a single mass that has agreed to work together to make a fitting home for the one that has guided them through so much and changed their lives for the better even without knowing it due to them not seeing the truth of the games worlds and instead what the coding that separated them deigned to grace them with.

Teyvat realizes they screwed up big time and try to call back reader with a spell.

Dottore uses a means given by a new benefactor to overcharge their spell and tear at the boundaries of reality much more to allow for full armies to assail Teyvat.

The acolytes get their asses kicked and many of those who had previously helped the reader either betray them and defect or hide away and remain neutral from the conflict in Snezhnaya.

Turns out the war was to force Teyvat to barter on their terms in regards to a deal to allow for the Creator and the reader to keep meeting to stabilize both of their health, which had deteriorated due to the distance and the tearing of the soul bond.

Now the acolytes are desperately trying to get the two back together and to stay in Teyvat, while the others are trying to do the opposite or at least insure that if they get back together again, they wind up in their world and not Teyvat.

Again I apologize for the subpar quality of this and the length of it, but I am quite tired now lol.

The mentioned gacha games, and the ones that would be present were I to make a more fleshed out fic of this, were:

Azur Lane, Honkai Impact, Goddess of Victory; Nikke, Path To Nowhere, Arknights, and Punishing Gray Raven.

Now, I am going to crash.

Take care, and stay safe,

That's it, that's the reply xd

HOLY, like, my fellow, how are you not paid for this?!

Still, on this, I can get behind this most certainly; slightly sad to see King's Raid isn't here but I'm not going to be that guy--

Also, man, Dottore really pulled a Pro Gamer Move™ and called it a day. Never thought I'd say this, but thanks you crackpot of a man xd

Again, I honestly don't know what to say: this is amazing as is!

Still, gonna hand the L to Teyvat on this; not the smartest of ideas to that to the consort of your Deity 💀

Last thing; nah, I don't mind f/f relationships, for I too am yuri trash, but I just try and keep it neutral for ease of access.

All in all? Thanks for sharing this with me; and get some rest, you deserve it xd

#ryuusei's replies #genshin impact #sagau #genshin cult au #azur lane #honkai impact #Goddess of victory #nikke #path to nowhere #arknights #punishing grey raven #long post #and I mean LONG--

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endusviolence · 6 months

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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.