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pettyrevenge-base · 10 months

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Had the roommate from hell and couldn't get rid of her so I made living with me as miserable as possible.

This happened in 2008-2009, but I thought this community would appreciate the story.

In 2008 I had just left my husband. I caught him cheating multiple times, and I was just over it. A new girl (we will call her Amy) started at my job and we made a fast friendship. I was in the middle of packing up and moving out of my house. I needed a roommate for a new apartment I was looking at because my wages weren't going to pay the bills. So we move in together and live peacefully together for a while.

I was moving on with my life. I had gotten better paying job, was spending time with my friends, and I felt ok with life at the time. At the time I was 25, single, and NOT looking for anything serious so I had a fwb who would stop over a few times a week. Amy was cool with it on the surface. It did not affect her in any way. My friend didn't hang out at our place. He didn't eat at our place. He didn't use our household supplies. My relationship with him affected her exactly ZERO percent, but I guess she was a little green about the fact that I was getting some attention and she was not. She would flirt with him, go visit him where he worked, etc, but he absolutely not interested in her. This is where things started to go downhill.

For context: She had been married a few times (she was 13 yrs older than me) and the dads had full custody of their respective kids. She was dating someone but he was already in a relationship so he wasn't about to commit to anything besides stopping by for 30 mins after he worked the night shift every day. I tried to point out all the red flags, but she was convinced it was love. This dude used to hit on me constantly in front her. He was very open about being in a committed relationship with his girlfriend so I have no idea why Amy thought this was going anywhere.

After a few months I met someone I wanted to be serious with so we started dating. We will call the guy Tom. Tom and I got serious pretty fast. He was living in a horrible situation so he moved in with Amy and I pretty quickly. I think it was after about a month of dating. So we have our room and she has her own room. The bills went from 50/50 to 33/33/34 to make sure things were still even. We had a shared kitchen, LR, and bathroom.

After Tom moved in, she started openly hitting on him in front of me. Every guy I had at my house (even just friends) she had to hit on. None of them ever took her up on it. Every single one turned her down and I think this added greatly to her oncoming behavior. Over the next couple of weeks Amy did a complete 180. She stopped paying rent, refused to buy any food and would just eat whatever Tom and I bought, would not wash her dishes. We had two cats - one hers and one mine, and she would never clean the litter in her room so her cat would use our hallway floor as a bathroom every. single. day. Every day when I got home from work there was a big steaming pile of cat shit right inside my front door sitting in the middle of a giant puddle of urine. My cat was locked in my room at night with her own supplies so there was zero chance it was her. It was the same thing every morning by the front door.

Whenever she was done eating the food she stole from me, she would set her plate with the leftovers ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR for her cat to pick at. She would leave the plate there for days. To the point that if I didn't pick them up, there would be multiple plates on the floor with food in various stages of decay. All of my dishes started going missing, except for the cat's plates, of course. And what dishes were left, she refused to wash EVER. She used my toilet paper, my laundry soap, EVEN MY TAMPONS.

This went on for about 2 months and it just kept getting progressively worse. She would use panty liners every day and would change them multiple times a day and stuff them in the garbage can in the bathroom. She would leave it there completely over flowing and spilling onto the floor for days until I caved and put on gloves and threw them out. The can would be full in about a week so this happened a few times. that's not even the worst of it. My expensive DSLR went missing.

I was a photography hobbyist at the time, but it was my dream to be a professional photographer and own my own photography business. I would shoot stuff for friends and family as practice, and one day I grabbed my camera bag from the SHARED living room and as soon as I picked it up, I felt my heart sink into my stomach. You know that instant dread that grips you the second you realize something truly gut wrenching has happened... I open the bag and of course the camera is gone. That was an expensive camera for that time of my life and it was a gift from my parents so I was truly devastated. I couldn't prove a thing and I wasn't even sure how long it had been missing. It could have been her bf that took it, but either way it was gone.

So now this is it. This is the last straw. I need this bitch out. I went from nice girl to fucking psycho in about 30 seconds. I'm not the violent type and I hate confrontation. I'm NOT waiting for a fucking eviction to go through and I really didn't have the money for that anyway so here's where I start my petty revenge. Amy wants to live here with me rent free, stealing my shit, hitting on my boyfriend, and neglecting her cat... so be it. But its going to be on my fucking terms.

One vital piece of information: in my divorce, the dickhead moved back in with mommy and I took everything from the house to my new apartment so I owned everything and the lease was in my name.

I started by changing the wifi password and the computer password. The following week I had my cable company come and remove the cable lines to her room. I bought a small fridge for my room and a cabinet and put all my food and personal supplies in my bedroom and put a secure lock on my door. I hid my pots and pans. I locked up the soap and toilet paper. The cabinets were EMPTY. I paid for it all, and I would be the only one using it. When her cat shit on the floor, I would pick it up and smear it on her bedroom door knob. Overflowing bathroom trash cans filled to the brim with her panty liners were dumped on her bed. I removed the knobs to the washer and the dryer.

I did everything possible to make her life uncomfortable. I did other small stuff. Anything that came to mind. A few months prior Amy and I had been working at the same store and she borrowed another coworkers laptop. She ended up getting fired, but she never gave the laptop back and the coworker was really trying to get it back from her. Amy ghosted her, of course, so while she was out one day, I went in and took the laptop and gave it back to its rightful owner. Amy called the cops on me and said I stole her computer, but I explained what happened. she admitted to the cops that the computer wasn't hers and the cops said it wasn't their problem anymore. That one really made her hate me. she wasn't working at the time so its not like she had money to do anything or buy anything. She was literally just existing in room in my apartment. She would disappear during the day but I have no idea where she was going. She moved out after about 6 weeks.

When she moved out of my apartment, I didn't even know she had left. I just noticed she wasn't coming or going for about a week. so Tom and I cleaned out her room. She left clothes, broken furniture, a cardboard dresser, and FIVE 39 gallon garbage bags of trash we collected from the mass piles of panty liners, rotting food, and ordinary trash we found in the room. It's a miracle we didn't have roaches. I found all my missing dishes, silver ware, and cups all covered in food and grossness. I just threw it all away. I wish I still had the photos though. Oddly enough, about 6 months later, I opened my back door to take out the trash and my camera was in a bag hanging from my doorknob. I know Amy definitely didn't return it.

For about 2 years after, every time I would find out that Amy was living with someone new, I would message them and send them the photos of her room. Papers in the trash that had HER NAME on them. And I would tell them the whole story. One time it caused the people she was living with to throw her shit out on the porch. She had just moved in and they had small kids and they didn't want to risk it with her. I stopped after that. She knew it was me telling them too so I figured I had sufficiently made my point.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

#pettyrevenge #lol #omg

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kireiscorner · 7 years

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LoliRock Appreciation Week - Day 6 (Favorite Ship)

I can’t believe something this short and fluffy took me all day *cries* I wanted to do a zaxina companion piece but shortaki week starts tomorrow and i still have to color 4 more pages for my publisher so shhhh

I wanted to do something sweet since all my work is like 13 year old in hot topic level edge lmao i’ve always had this hc that whenever he goes somewhere, Mephisto always makes sure to bring back a flower to surprise her with; she usually finds them in her books or on her work desk. He likes to surprise her, but everytime he goes back to Zaterra, he always brings her a flower from his mother’s private garden that he upkeeps. Yesterday we talked about how Praxina and Mephisto are each others true home; I’d like to think Zack and Talia are their home away from home :)

I could go on about them, but I’ve been here for 2 years and I’ve explained it too many times so instead, I’d like to say thank you for your support for both myself and LoliRock. These two got me through a time where my family and myself where devastated. I’m truly thankful for this show and how it helped me personally. We’re getting close to that 600 mark @ask-talisto and i just feel so blessed to have so many of you with me. You guys really helped this ship sail and I love you guys so so much!

❤ Thank you! ❤

#lolirock #lr appreciation week #talisto #talia and mephisto #talia princess of xeris #mephisto

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lolirock-news · 7 years

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LOLIROCK APPRECIATION WEEK

DAY 6: FAVORITE SHIP (S)

Sorry, I could not pick just one.

HERE ARE MY TOP 7 SHIPS:

1- Nathaniel X Iris ( Main OTP ) 2- Talia X Mephisto ( Second OTP ) 3- Kyle x Joanna ( 7th OTP ) 4- Lev X lyna ( 4th OTP ) 5- Carissa X Doug ( 5th OTP ) 6- Auriana X Matt ( 3rd OTP ) 7- Praxina X Zack ( 6th OTP )

FOR IZIRA AND JODAN, I SHIP THEM WITH MY OCS.

Izira X half borealian half calix man Jodan X Ephedian Girl ( Rose, long lost twin if Iris, she is is my main oc )

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maybeaprincess6 · 7 years

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Day Three: Fave Secondary Character - Jodan

My son, my precious child, I love him so much he did nothing wrong he deserved none of this. Especially Mephisto's treatment of him, he really didn't deserve that.

(Mephisto, what the heck, l raised you better than this. You don't get to abuse other people just because Gramorr abuses you.)

Anyway Jodan is a sweet child who loves his family more than anything and would do anything to save them and, as l mentioned, he did not deserve this.

(Also I posted this to the wrong blog at first so um yeah lol)

#lr spoilers #lolirock #jodan #lr appreciation week #lrappreciationweek #mephisto #my son #my other son #both of my sons #my post

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followmetoyourdoom · 7 years

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LR Appreciation - Day 5

My favourite lore has got to be Shanila and my favourite hc is that it works the other way for the guys so here have a comic about the twins getting their Shanila ^-^

#lr appreciation week #lolirock #the twins #day 5 #i am not the best at this #at scenes #my art #also tumblr is doing the thing #where it previews in shitty quality despite this being (graphically at least) high quality

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xmikadzuki · 7 years

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I didn’t have time to make others but you know my favorite mal character is Mephisto and female is Talia, no surprise. ♥

LOLIROCK APPRECIATION WEEK Day Three - Favorite Secondary Character // Izira.

She’s strong, cute. She loves her sister so much and omg after Talia it’s my favorite female character. She deserves more love. ♥

#lr appreciation week #izira #my 2nd wife

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maybeawriter6 · 7 years

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In The Dark

LoliRock Appreciation Week, Day Five - Fave Piece of Lore/Headcanon

I went with Headcanon. >:3

Summary: Sometimes, a phobia is just that. Other times, it might be based on a traumatic experience. Mephisto’s fear of the dark happens to be the latter.

(Slight spoilers, nothing exact.)

Read on ao3 or below!

It began, as it so often did, with a day of especially difficult training.

Praxina, even at 14, was powerful and a great master of the spells she knew. But she always struggled to learn new ones.

Her attempt fizzled out for the 97th time that day. Yes, Mephisto had been counting, because he knew Gramorr was.

She cried out in frustration. 98. A chill was seeping through the room.

"Come on, Prax..." Mephisto encouraged her, but his heart was already sinking.

A flash of red light, then nothing. 99. Praxina looked at him and he saw his fear mirrored in her expression.

"Again," Gramorr commanded.

She turned to Gramorr, hands clasped. "Master, please-"

"AGAIN!"

Praxina tried. She really tried. The dark red sphere hovered in front of her for a heartbeat, two heartbeats... then it was nothing but a shower of red sparks.

"No!" Praxina tried to grab the fading sparks, as if she could force the sphere back together.

Banes snarled, channeling his master's quiet rage. The twins winced.

"How very disappointing. Praxina, why can't you learn the most basic of spells?!"

"I'm trying! Please, my Lord, just give me a little more time!"

"Waste more of my precious time while you make these half-hearted attempts? No. It's obvious that you require stronger motivation to get anything done."

Mephisto shut his eyes, shaking. He knew it was pointless to argue. It would just make things worse.

Praxina looked at him, then back to Gramorr with wide, desperate eyes. "But, Master, Mephisto executed the spell perfectly after, like, three tries!"

"Which makes your utter failure all the more pathetic."

"It isn't fair to punish him!"

"Perhaps not. But it's also the only thing that works on you."

Gramorr flicked his hand. A wave of magic struck Mephisto and sent him rolling across the floor. He lay limply where he was thrown, teeth grit and eyes squeezed shut. Praxina gasped, feeling his pain as if it were her own, and rushed towards him.

A massive dome of dark purple crystal formed around Mephisto before she could reach him.

"Noooooo!" Praxina beat her fists uselessly against the cold surface. She turned to Gramorr and knelt. "Please, Master, please let him out! I'll- I'll practice all night! Just let him go!"

"Now, now, Praxina..." He sounded as if he were wearing a truly wicked smile under the mask. "...You know the rules. His escape is entirely dependent on you."

Praxina took a shaky breath and stood, pressing her hand against the crystal. "Mephisto?"

Deep inside his prison, Mephisto wasn't sure if he had opened his eyes or not. Almost no light filtered through the thick crystal walls. He was enveloped in darkness.

"Don't freak out," he ordered himself firmly.

He sat up and hugged his knees to his chest. Panic clawed at his throat, but he was determined to stay calm.

"Mephisto," Praxina’s voice was muffled and warped. "It's okay! I'm gonna get you out!"

Mephisto knew the walls would allow some sound in but not out, so he didn't bother responding.

Praxina backed up a few steps and shot a barrage of crystal spikes at the dome. Mephisto could feel the impacts, but he could also tell how fruitless they were. He sincerely hoped that was only a warm-up.

It was, though Praxina was concerned to find it hadn't even scratched the surface. It did, last time.

She glanced at Gramorr, who watched her with mild amusement. His gloved hand absently stroked Banes' head.

He'd made it more difficult than before. She must have broken the last one too easily.

Praxina inhaled deeply, focusing her energy. She could do this. She had to do this.

The entire throne room was bathed in red light as she fired blast after blast of angry magic at the dome. They got larger and less controlled as she got madder at the lack of effect they were having.

Mephisto ducked his head, well aware that he could be hurt if she suddenly succeeded. He'd gotten burned or scraped in the past, but thankfully he'd always managed to hide it.

An incredibly frustrating hour later, Praxina felt close to screaming. None of her attacks had done anything. Not a single chip.

She bent over, panting as sweat trickled down her face onto the floor.

Mephisto raised his head. She'd stopped. Why did she stop?

"Praxina?" he whispered. His voice was immediately swallowed by the darkness.

Was she hurt? Had she... abandoned him? The panic he'd been fighting started to creep over him.

Gramorr chuckled quietly. "It would seem Mephisto's stay will be somewhat extended. Perhaps I should remove his 'room' from your sight until you've mastered the spell to free him. So you won't be distracted." He raised his hand, silently delighting in the look of horror on Praxina's face.

Mephisto couldn't quite make out what Gramorr was saying, but hearing his voice was reason enough for alarm.

"N-no!" Praxina hurried to insist. "That... won't be necessary, my Lord. I can do the spell."

He'd given her a hint. Master the spell to free him. One spell. The spell she'd been failing at. That was the solution.

Mephisto didn't feel any impacts for a long time. He wondered if she'd given up. The mere thought of being trapped forever married his fear of the darkness that seemed to suffocate him. Together, they birthed a terror that burned like ice in his veins and brought tears to his wide eyes. His breathing was as fast and irregular as his heartbeat.

Praxina lost track of how many times she summoned the red sphere and watched it flicker out of existence. She kept trying, growing increasingly desperate.

What if she couldn't learn this spell before Gramorr lost patience with her? What if he took Mephisto away for a long time? What if he-

She swallowed around the lump in her throat. No. She couldn't afford to dwell on that.

Mephisto was shaking badly, the occasional sob forcing its way out. He had his eyes shut tight against the purple-tinted void but it was still there, just beyond his eyelids.

He hadn't been a huge fan of the dark before Gramorr started implementing this particular punishment. (Mephisto almost missed the days when he'd just zap him with excruciating pain and have it done with. Now he only did that for minor offenses.)

The first time hadn't even been that bad. Mephisto had yelled encouragement to Praxina and she'd broken him out in what still stood as record time.

The second instance had been very different. Praxina couldn't hear him at all, and Mephisto had gotten scared when she kept asking with ever-growing panic if he was all right. He'd screamed himself hoarse trying to answer her, only to discover afterwards that it had all been in vain.

It had only gotten worse from there. Thicker walls, less light, less outside sound, bigger spells needed to break him out. Once, he'd tried weakening it from the inside, but he couldn't even scratch the crystal. He didn't have enough power.

"Please hurry, Prax," he whispered, keenly aware it was useless. His fingers were buried in his hair as he shook with quiet sobs.

Gramorr sighed irritably as Praxina's spell failed yet again. She was running out of time.

She pressed her hand to the side of the dome, reminding herself firmly that Mephisto was right there. That she wasn't as alone as she felt.

"I'm..." She paused to steady her voice. "...I'm working on it, Mephisto. Okay? If you can hear me, just... Just stay strong. Okay?!"

She listened for a response she knew wouldn't come. If she could just hear his voice one time, just to reassure her that he was okay. That he was still there and hadn't somehow vanished.

For once, both twins wanted the same thing at the same time. Mephisto would have happily given his left leg to be able to answer her right then.

"How touching," Gramorr grumbled. "I grow weary of this, Praxina. This is easily the longest you've ever taken."

Praxina tried the spell again but her hands were shaking far too much to give her even a chance of casting it.

"Maybe you'd better sleep on it," he continued. There was a cold laughter sheathed in his voice. "Try again in the morning with a clearer head, perhaps."

Praxina froze, pupils shrinking in horror. No. He couldn't spend the whole night in there. And she couldn't spend it without him. She couldn't be alone that long, she just couldn't.

She didn't waste time protesting, instead pouring all her focus into the spell.

Mephisto’s cries subsided when he heard Praxina's grunts of effort. He felt a very slight vibration through the walls. Another. This kept up for several minutes. The impacts were getting stronger but not strong enough.

Praxina was exhausted. The endless spells had drained her. She finally collapsed to her knees, holding her head.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't save him. She wasn't good enough.

Praxina was all alone, and it was her own fault.

"I'm so sorry, Mephisto!" A harsh, angry sob escaped her. "I'm sorry you don't have a better sister to save you!"

Mephisto's heart broke. She sounded so defeated. It was so foreign and wrong and it hurt.

Gramorr said nothing. He was enjoying himself immensely. Banes was purring in a loud, contented manner.

Praxina soon fell apart completely, crying hot, stinging tears of despair and rage. Her sobs became uncontrollable.

"Praxina!" Mephisto stood and beat his fist uselessly against the crystal. "PRAXINA! Please, don't... I'm fine... I'm..." He choked on a sob. Tears rolled down his face as his whole chest ached for her.

Mephisto couldn't just... just sit there and listen to her, like this. Not when she needed him so badly.

There was suddenly a determined glint in his eyes.

He wouldn't just sit there. He refused to.

Not entirely certain what he planned on doing, Mephisto instinctively backed up a few steps, standing in the middle of the dome.

"PRAX!" He shouted, hoping maybe that even if the sound couldn't reach her, the feeling might. "PRAX, JUST HANG ON!"

He shut his eyes. Inhaled slowly, let it out even slower. Focused all his concentration, all his power, on this one spell.

A magic circle appeared around his feet, casting bright green light up onto him and his surroundings.

He'd have to be quick. The walls absorbed magic, draining his energy. Which was why he could never keep a spell going long enough to keep the darkness at bay.

When he opened his eyes, they glowed an angry green. A wind with no source rushed around him, blasting his hair and cape up into the air.

“Malefius Magnatum!” He recited with perfect pronunciation.

A green sphere formed in front of him, growing as he held it there.

His legs quivered with the effort and sweat ran down his neck. Praxina's muffled sobs still reached his ears through the dull roar of the wind. He clung to the sound, drawing strength from his feelings.

The sphere grew, the light getting brighter. Cracks began to form in the walls.

Banes stopped purring suddenly, drawing Gramorr's attention to the dome. Green light was leaking from inside, and the whole structure was starting to vibrate.

"What the-"

A blast shook the room, purple crystal scattering as a dust cloud rose where Mephisto’s prison had stood. He stumbled from the rubble, coughing.

Praxina had thrown her arm up to shield herself from the explosion, and was now staring at him with huge, wet eyes. "M-Mephisto?"

Mephisto looked at her like she was the sun itself. He rushed over and fell to his knees in front of her. He grabbed her hands reassuringly.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No. Are you?"

He gave a half smile. "No. I'm fine." He wrapped her in a tight hug. "I'm here, okay? I'm fine. We're both fine."

Praxina was overcome with a fresh wave of tears. She grabbed him hard enough to hurt, but neither cared. He ran his hand through her hair soothingly as she sobbed into his shoulder.

"Prax, it's okay," he whispered. "I'm here. It's okay. We're okay."

Banes gave a quiet snarl. Mephisto looked up and met Gramorr’s disapproving gaze.

Gramorr was simultaneously impressed and furious at the turn this had taken.

Mephisto hugged his sister tighter and bared his teeth at their master, his whole expression a challenge.

Do something to her. I dare you.

Gramorr wasn't one to take dares, however. He could see the rebellious fire burning in Mephisto’s eyes. Things weren't likely to go in a favorable direction for any of them if Gramorr chose to push this issue.

He'd rather not have to kill Mephisto today. It would be a messy business, more than likely resulting in Praxina forcing his hand. Training new subordinates from scratch, after all the time and effort he'd wasted on these two...

"Unexpected," he finally said, carefully keeping the anger from his voice, "but I will allow it. I will expect you to have mastered that spell by sunrise, Praxina."

Mephisto was still glaring at him as Praxina pulled away to nod.

"Y-yes, Master. Thank you." She glanced significantly at Mephisto.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "...Yes, thank you, your most merciful darkness." His compliments rang far hollower than usual.

Gramorr waved his hand, dismissing them, then glided through a door into to his private refuge. He found he had a splitting headache.

He also made a mental note to look into magic-dampening shackles for next time.

This disaster must not be repeated.

Mephisto sagged with relief once he left. He gently turned Praxina's face back towards him. Her eyes were red, as his were, and her cheeks were still wet. He wiped the tears away with his thumb.

"I..." Praxina swallowed. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't save you."

"Hey." He smiled at her. "We can save each other. Okay?"

She sniffled. "But I'm supposed to be the older one, the responsible one. The strong one. I'm supposed to protect you, Mephisto."

“No, Praxina, listen to me.” He leaned in to make her look at him. "You don't need to be the strong one all the time. Let me protect you, once a while."

She gave him a watery smile. "Okay."

Praxina wondered what she'd ever done to deserve such a good brother. The answer was nothing. She didn't deserve him. There was so much kindness in him, no matter how deep he tried to bury it.

A familiar flash of guilt crossed her mind, like a shadow. He shouldn't be here. He didn't belong on the dark side. This was all her fault.

He gently stroked her hair and gave her a little peck on the forehead, as he always did when she looked truly miserable, and she realized what a selfish person she really was. Because she couldn't be sorry that he was here with her. She couldn't wish she was alone. She couldn't bring herself to even imagine sending him away to safety.

Besides, she thought with a little smile, he'd never let her.

"We're in this together," he said, his train of thought echoing hers. "Okay? Together. It's us vs. the world, remember?"

Praxina's smile grew and she looked more like her usual wicked self. "Yes. Us vs. the world."

That was the way it had always been, just the two of them, and that was the way it would always be.

Or so they thought.

#lolirock #mephisto #praxina #gramorr #angst #hurt/comfort #my fics #My writing #lr appreciation week

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theirisianprincess · 7 years

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I tried to make a list of what characters I'll be choosing for Lolirock Appreciation Week. ...I don't think I'll be participating this time.

#Lolirock #LR Appreciation Week #Maybe I can write something about Carissa but I won't promise anything #Or at least I won't promise that I'll get it done by the end of the day #Or week

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goldheartedsky · 3 years

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I told myself I wasn’t going to make a post like this—that I wasn’t going to stoop to the level of making call-out posts—but I really can’t stay silent after what has happened in the last day or so.

The TOG fandom has a serious issue with excusing antisemitism and allowing people who have painfully hurt marginalized groups to continue to ignore, dismiss, and refuse to acknowledge their limits of intersectionality in regards to social justice. I have seen it myself, been on the receiving end of it, and have talked to other Jews in this fandom about what’s been going on and it needs to start being addressed.

Now, I’m not going to name names or tag people (mainly because I have been blocked by almost all of them for this very issue) but if you message me I will gladly tell you the users involved in this. Also, if you have doubts of any of this’s validity and would like screenshots, feel free to reach out to me here or via Discord and I will share them.

A lot of this started when a member of the All&More server had brought up the scientific and medical “discoveries” during the torture and medical experimentation that took place during the Third Reich and how a lot of the origin of it isn’t taught. LR made a comment saying that “we are three-dimensional creatures who are stuck moving forward in time and can’t go back” and added that not using the research won’t make past horrors not happen. When the original user added that there has been a movement in medicine for removing Nazi scientists names off discoveries and that progress was slow moving, she deflected the conversation onto herself, saying “Not using research won’t make my family not harmed by the Japanese” and then immediately pivoted into admitting that, from what she understood, there weren’t any particularly valid scientific discoveries made by them. She then said, in regards to said Nazi atrocities, “Take it, learn about it, put it in context, and then own it and transform it.”

A Jewish member of A&M voiced their discomfort about possibly taking medicine that was a direct result of the murder of their grandparents and other relatives, to which LR said, “Still stuck in the 3rd dimension, still moving forward in time.” I brought up the fact that medicine was built on antisemitism and racism and that starting over would be better than a lot of the procedures we have now. There is a longstanding issue in medicine of disregarding black pain and so much of what we have now is created by eugenicists—including Nazi scientists. There is still a lot of Jewish trauma due to medical experimentation and that is oftentimes dismissed.

LR then made a flippant comment about “Does this count as Godwin’s Law?”—which is about how all internet discussions lead to someone being compared to Nazis/Hitler. When called out on the inappropriateness of the comment, she did not respond and was backed up by one of the mods of the server. There was no apology made nor an acknowledgment about the casual antisemitism of the comments she made and the dismissal of Jewish trauma/pain.

Now, fast forward a couple months when I was contacted by a third party who had not been in the server at the time but had joined and heard about what LR had said there. H said they were friends with LR and had concerns about antisemitism and would like my perspective. I explained what had happened and offered screenshots if they would like them, which they did. They thanked me and apologized that it got to a point that I felt unsafe in the server and had to leave, which I appreciated.

A couple weeks later they reached out to me again and offered to broker a conversation between LR and myself because the situation wasn’t sitting well with them. I was skeptical (because I had been blocked at that point) and didn’t have a lot of hope that this conversation would actually take place but I felt a responsibility to try and be the bigger person and deal with what had been said head on, so I agreed to sit down and have a discussion with her as long as there was a third party in the chat as well—given our history.

After a couple weeks of back and forth with H and hearing that LR had said that she would “think about it”, she finally agreed. I was asked for a time and date and I gave my availability and was told she would be asked for the same. A couple days later, I was suddenly told LR would only be comfortable with this conversation if H acted as a “literal go-between” with us copy-pasting our responses in their DMs so we can “sit with the message and everyone can get to them when they can” rather than it being a session with an actual back and forth and was asked if I was okay with that. I honestly said no, because this was supposed to be a situation where she and I sat down and discussed what she said in the server, not a back and forth message relay where the conversation got dragged out for days or weeks or however long it was going to take. I said if she was serious about meeting me halfway on this, she needed to be able to sit down and actually talk.

H copy-pasted my response to LR and came back that she had backed out of the conversation, which part of me had expected from the beginning—even though all I wanted from this sit down was for her to understand how hurtful the antisemitic comments were and an apology.

These comments that were made in the server are not a secret. It’s pretty well known what was said and again, these were all on record, not privately made in some DM. She has still not owned up to the comments she said, nor has she ever apologized for them. She has ignored message after message about them and blocked more people than I can count. Many of the people defending her when the discourse begins have also been messaged about the comments she’s said and also either block people or ignore the messages completely and refuse to acknowledge them.

Now, this being said, in the most recent conversation about fandom racism, someone brought up the post that was made reducing users on ao3 to faceless, nameless numbers without saying who they were, what they had done, and how they were specifically contributing to the problem of racism in this fandom. They made the comparison of other situations like HR looking at pay stats to see how to fire and included “Nazis, capitalists, and colonizers.”

This is not an invalid argument. There have been other Jews in the fandom who specifically voiced feeling uncomfortable for the exact same reason. However, another person, LT, decided to specifically make a post calling the OP out and drag them for having the audacity to liken it to the Shoah (which, mind you, this person is not Jewish nor did they decide to capitalize Shoah or the Holocaust as they should have). She received a reply saying, “you’re offended by antisemitism? Here’s LR’s (someone LT has agreed with multiple times over racism in fandom) track record of antisemitic comments” which outlined everything I delved into previously.

LT said that they were “unaware of this incident until a couple days ago” but agreed that it was an upsetting display of casual dismissal of Jewish pain and hoped that LR had apologized. She was then called out for being aware of it and still continuing to reblog LR’s posts even after knowing about the comments and was linked to my post clarifying that LR had not apologized and refused a discussion about it, to which LT said that she had gotten “quite a different version outlined in the post linked and corroborated by a third party” and “felt uncomfortable” making a value judgement, insinuating that I was not being truthful about my side of the story.

I messaged LT off-anon and said that I was not lying nor over-exaggerating about what had happened in the server or about the following discussion about trying to broker a conversation with LR, and was immediately blocked by her. I am also not the only Jew who has sent her messages about this topic, only to have their messages ignored.

Now, am I surprised that I was immediately blocked after voicing my issues with what LT had said in that post? No.

She has a history of making antisemitic comments, most of which happened during the brunt of the Israel/Palestine discussion happening, which included statements such as “You cannot be considered indigenous if you hold a position of power”, that, despite having been displaced for 2,000 years, the Jewish diaspora was “integrated” into their respective communities (a wholly untrue statement), as well as linked to and promoted a website with extremely antisemitic articles including one about “Spartan Jews” and how Israeli Jews are violent to “send messages to their deprived self-esteem” that they won’t be victims again. Half of the comments on the site’s front page included such hits as “Death to all Jews” and “Wow, I had no idea this was happening—I guess it is true that Jews control the world and the mass media.” This website was repeated in multiple posts as “unbiased” and “a good resource” for other people to truly know what was going on.

Jewish dissent on the content of some posts and that website went unacknowledged and dismissed.

Being that LT is a relatively big user in the TOG fandom, her posts got circulated frequently. Seeing things like that touted as unbiased was extremely triggering for me and multiple Jews in this fandom that I’ve spoken to.

Now, the reason I made this post in particular was because I have seen a lot of echoing of the sentiment: “no matter how much you disagree with their sentiment, aligning yourself with racists is...well aligning yourself with racists.”

This statement NEEDS to become intersectional. If we are criticizing the work of people because of who they hold company with, why does that end at racism? If we are going to have a discussion about racism in this fandom, why are we letting it come from people who have openly said antisemitic things, people who have stood by them and supported them in silence, and people who have silenced Jewish voices speaking up about this issue.

These are not separate issues. This is a really good post regarding the white washing of Jews in social justice discussion and it comes full circle into the medical experimentation discussion. Jews were not seen as white during the Holocaust. The Nazis were trying to cleanse the Aryan race because they did not view Jews as white. They experimented on them because they did not view them as white and, thus, disposable.

Every Jewish diasporic community is still vulnerable. Even though the US has half the world’s Jews, over 50% of the religiously based hate crimes are consistently anti-Jewish even though Jews make up 2% of the population. Chinese Jews are still holding their holiday celebrations in secret due to government crackdowns. The attempted genocide of Beta Israel was less than 50 years ago. Across the Middle East and North Africa, Jewish communities are barely hanging on after centuries of attempted destruction. These are not just Jewish issues but racial issues as well because when people make the sweeping generalization of “Jew” and they only mean white-passing Ashkenazi Jews, it erases so much of our community.

I absolutely agree that this fandom needs to have a discussion about race and portrayal in fic and what we can do better moving forward—and I want to see that done—but we also need to acknowledge what so many people starting this discussion have said and the marginalized groups they have hurt along the way. I see these posts come across my dashboard and know exactly who they're coming from and what they think of people like me. If we are going to say, “No matter how much you disagree with their sentiment, aligning yourself with racists is aligning yourself with racists,” then we NEED to be saying, “If you are aligning yourself with antisemites, you’re aligning yourself with antisemites.”

We all need to move forward. But that means moving forward together. Jews included.

#i just really needed to get this off my chest #I really don’t want to start shit but some of this has been bothering me for months and I can’t stay quiet anymore #I’m just so tired #intersectionality includes Jews pass it on

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Sav's Author Highlight: Tealadymaliwan!

For the entire week of @trigunfanfic appreciation week, I’m going to highlight my favorite authors and friends whose writing I adore and why. I missed uhhh several days due to capitalism and exhaustion, but I still have things to say! Today, I want to talk about my lovely friend Tea @ladymaliwan and her lovely fics.

Tea hasn't written much for Trigun, but what they do have is lovely. They're a big fan of Stryfewood and Vashmeryl. Their characterization of Meryl is so near and dear to me and has influenced a lot of mine from the start. It's usually fluff, but the angst that's sprinkled in clocks me every damn time!!

I have a few favorites of theirs:

Hear your Heartbeat is a Stryfewood AU where Meryl is a fairy. It starts out so cute and sweet, if not a little sad, and then halfway through absolutely guts you with emotion before kissing it better by the end. I read this on a plane and had to stop halfway through and cry about it. I love Wolfwood so so much, augh. And Fairy Meryl can and should be allowed to commit crimes. And! Surprise WW/LR/Meryl!

Down in the Holler is another AU, this time Mashwood, with swamp monster!Meryl. I love turning characters into monsters, and this time it's Meryl's turn, which is so refreshing. The boys are so good to her and her monstrous nature is handled so well! It's very, very cute.

A Train on a Track is a wonderful mashwood modern soulmate AU that i couldn't stop thinking about for days after I read it. I'm not one for modern AUs, but aughh the angst and hope in this one. It's very good.

#trigunfanficappreciation #fic recs #please show some love to tea #tea and i have a warriors bond and she is a wonderful human

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AAside - Event story “WITHOUT ME“

A translation for the story of the AAside event “WITHOUT ME”.

It contains all chapters (6 total) fully translated!

Prologue

----At GYROAXIA’s sharehouse

Reon: Hmm…..

Miyuki: Huh, is that a wedding invitation?

Reon: Wah, Miyuki-san! Don’t stick your nose into my business

Miyuki: Just happened to see it. So, what of it? Whose invitation is it?

Reon: The owner of a local livehouse. Someone I’ve known since highschool

Miyuki: June is the season of marriage, huh. Marrying during this time will sure make the bride happy

Miyuki: Kinda romantic, isn’t it

Reon: Not really

Miyuki: Aren’t you interested, Reon-kun? Like, about what kind of person you’ll marry in the future

Reon: Nah

Miyuki: An immediate answer…

Reon: The most important thing right now is to claim victory at the LR Fes. I can’t get distracted by anything else

Miyuki: How serious. Well, that is a fact though

Miyuki: So what are you gonna do about that wedding invitation. Because by local you meant Sapporo, right?

Reon: I’m not gonna go

Reon: It’s a bit of a bummer but our live and schedule are too close to it

Reon: We’re on a time crunch for me to go to Sapporo right now

Miyuki: True that, there’s our preparations and practice too

(Door opening)

Kenta: I’m back

Reon: Kenta-san, welcome back

Miyuki: Meeting ran late, huh

Kenta: Yes, for a bit. More importantly, Reon do you have a moment?

Kenta: There’s going to be an interview for a music magazine. With you and I

Reon: With...me? Not Nayuta?

Miyuki: Isn’t that unusual. What kind of interview?

Kenta: This

Reon: Eh….? This is…..

Kenta: A magazine special on June brides

Chapter 1

Reon: Special on June brides….

Kenta: Yes. It seems to be about the music used at ceremonies

Kenta: It’s common for the bride and groom to play their favourite music artists at weddings.

Kenta: Thus they want to hear the artists we have in mind from us.

Reon: …..Really now

Kenta: You don’t seem to be too pleased

Kenta: Well, it is part of advertising. It could serve as a chance for us to expand upon a new customer base.

Reon: Even then, why me. I kind of see why you but….

Kenta: It was requested by them.

Miyuki: Isn’t that nice, Reon-kun

Reon: Not at all

Reon: I mean, wouldn’t it be better for Nayuta to be taking interviews once in a while

Kenta: You should know by now what kind of answers Nayuta would be giving.

Reon: That… is true but….

Kenta: In any case, it’s set in stone.

Kenta: You don’t need to mull that much over it, I will be there too and I have received information regarding the contents of the questions beforehand.

Kenta: I can understand as to why you’re not motivated, but keep in mind it’s part of the job.

Kenta: Please give it what you got, Reon

Reon: ….Understood

Reon: ….Haah

Miyuki: What a heavy sigh. Is the interview right after the next live?

Reon: Yeah. Kenta-san had asked me to, and I’m trying to understand the logic behind this

Reon: The kind of person I like, weddings and all that… All of these questions don’t have ANYTHING to do with music!

Miyuki: Lemme see… heeeh. “What’s your ideal wedding?”

Miyuki: Say Reon-kun, why don’t you let Onii-san practice with you?

Reon: No.

Miyuki: You sure with that? What if it ends up being a mess because you’re stumbling over your own words?

Reon: ……………….

Chapter 2

Miyuki: Next question! Your ideal wife is-?

Reon: ….Don’t have one

Miyuki: Didn’t you say the same thing earlier too. Like, really don’t have a type of girl you like?

Reon: I keep saying that this is just….!

(Phone vibrates)

Miyuki: Your phone’s buzzing

Reon: Haah, who could it be at this time now?

-----Few days later. At a café

Livehouse owner: Misono, it’s been a while!

Reon: Boss! Long time since we talked. It’s nice that you’re in Tokyo

Livehouse owner: Yes, had some work to take care of. Being here made me want to see you guys again

Reon: “You guys”?

Yuto: ‘Sup! Huh, Reon’s here too!

Reon: Yuto…..

Livehouse owner: Still, you two haven’t changed

Yuto: Could say the same for you! Really thank you so much for taking care of us back then.

Livehouse owner: I didn’t do anything special

Livehouse owner: Honestly I wanted to meet up with Satozuka too but he seems to be busy.

Yuto: Well, as you’d expect from Kenta-san

Livehouse owner: Ah that’s right, our livehouse has become somewhat popular for the fact that you guys have used it.

Livehouse owner: They’ve probably heard it from somewhere, but every so often fans of yours show up

Livehouse owner: Especially many of Misono’s fans. Though even back in the day there would be some waiting outside

Yuto: True that. Reon wasn’t only popular in our band but at our highschool too.

Reon: No way

Yuto: No, totally yes way!?

Livehouse owner: Regardless, you two are truly amazing. To be able to enter such a grand festival

Livehouse owner: ….Well, being part of different bands that is

Livehouse owner: Honestly, it never crossed my mind that you guys would end up going your separate ways given how close everyone was

Reon: ……

Yuto: ……

Chapter 3

Livehouse owner: My bad for keeping you guys so long. I’m happy we were able to meet today though

Yuto: Yes, thank you so much for your time too! Alright, it’s time for me to head off!

Reon: See ya, Yuuto

Yuto: Yeah! I’ll be seeing you!

Reon: ...Um, Boss. Thanks a lot for today

Livehouse owner: It’s all good. If anything my bad for calling you out of nowhere

Livehouse owner: ...Should’ve known better to not mention the old band

Livehouse owner: Both you and Goryo didn’t seem to appreciate it… It was a bit insensitive.

Reon: No, please don’t mind it

Livehouse owner: Speaking of bands, how’s Gyro doing? Going well?

Reon: Right… I can’t say that it is going well at all when asked that.

Reon: To put it bluntly, it’s nothing but butting heads with the vocalist, and there’s a lot of issues within the band too

Reon: But there’s no mistake that Gyro will be the one band to be on top of the world.

Livehouse owner: Huuh… that’s unexpected. To think that you’d love Gyro.

Reon: Well… I love Gyro’s “music” if anything

Livehouse owner: You have a lot of confidence in that vocalist, don’t you?

Reon: ….Hah? Where is that coming from

Livehouse owner: Because you normally wouldn’t think that far if you didn’t have such confidence in your band members.

Reon: I mean… you could say that but with such a vocalist it’s totally impossible!

Livehouse owner: Really?

Reon: Really! Just who in the world would…

Livehouse owner: In the end band and marriage are the same. It’s sharing the same fate. There’s good times, bad times too… all that.

Reon: ….Being in the same boat.

Reon: …...Um, when you decided to get married, how did it feel?

Livehouse owner: How it felt…. that’s sudden. You have to be determined to make a choice.

Reon: Determined, to make a choice

Livehouse owner: Yes, yes. Aah, since I’m in Tokyo after all, I want to go to a Gyro live if… Misono?

Reon: Ah, sorry.

Reon: Um, talking about the live right? Till when are you staying in Tokyo?

Livehouse owner: I still have some work to take care off, I think I’ll be going back to Sapporo next week

Reon: Then I’ll leave a seat for you open so make sure to come

Reon: ….And with that I invited the livehouse owner.

Kenta: That’s fine. I’ll arrange a spot for him.

Reon: Thank you

Kenta: That reminds me, how are the preparations for the interview going? I noticed it seeming to be a struggle...

Reon: ………..

Reon: Um, Kenta-san. What’s your opinion of being in a band means sharing the same fate?

Chapter 4

Reon: It’s what the owner said today. “Band and marriage are the same. It’s being in the same boat”

Kenta: It resembles what you had said before, doesn’t it.

Reon: ….In the sense that it’s more about destiny.

Reon: Though… Gyro isn’t that kind of band.

Kenta: Yes. It’s not necessary for Gyro to have a feeling of fellowship or the resolution to walk together on the same path.

Reon: It narrows down to what performance Nayuta agrees with.

Kenta: Yes. And if it doesn’t you’ll get discarded

Reon: And to not get discarded you have to keep up with it.

Kenta: Exactly

Reon: I seriously still think that’s not right

Kenta: …….

Reon: …..But today, thinking about the past made me realize something.

Reon: I think it’s strange, yet I still chose Gyro.

Reon: It might’ve been more fun to continue with Yuto and the others, and have made some good memories too

Reon: Though that’s not what I’m seeking for

Reon: I want to become a pro. To surpass the world. Fun memories or friends aren’t necessary for this.

Reon: All you need is the guts to aim for the world and have the best kind of music. That’s why I’m here.

Kenta: No matter how many times you lock horns?

Reon: Yes. I don’t regret choosing Gyro

-----On the day of the live.

Reon: Looks like boss came too

Kenta: Yes, I had talked with him earlier. He hasn’t changed at all.

Reon: Right

Miyuki: Oh Reon-kun, you’re looking pretty calm. Was sure you’d be more nervous

Ryo: That’s right. Kenken and Reon have an interview after this

Kenta: Yes

Reon: Kenta-san lent me a hand with preparing for it.

Miyuki: Eeh, didn’t I help you out too

Reon: Only thing you did was mock me!

Nayuta: Stop yapping. Let’s go

Epilogue

-------At the office

Magazine reporter: Let us begin the interview. This time it’s special on June brides.

Kenta: I’m looking forward to working with you

Reon: I’ll be, in your care

Magazine reporter: Recently, songs of rock bands are being more and more used as background music at weddings...

Magazine reporter: How would you feel about your own songs being used?

Kenta: I would be very appreciative of it.

Magazine reporter: There’s also a pattern where friends of the bride and groom form a cover band together to perform.

Magazine reporter: Have you ever considered performing at your own wedding?

Kenta: I wonder. I can’t say for sure until that time comes.

Kenta: I haven’t had a moment to consider it either.

Magazine reporter: Satozuka-san, is there an ideal partner that you have in mind for marriage?

Kenta: Perhaps this would be a boring answer, however….

Kenta: I’m charmed by the kind of person whose talent far excels that of mine.

Magazine reporter: I see….

Magazine reporter: What about you, Misono-san?

Reon: Uum… I haven’t actually thought about marriage yet

Reon: Someone that gives priority to the band is good. At any rate I’m too occupied with the band myself right now.

Reon: On the other hand, I don’t want the other to have regret in choosing me.

Kenta: Reon, that went pretty well didn’t it.

Reon: Y-you think so?

Kenta: Yes. Compared to when we practiced, these were all fine answers.

Kenta: As expected from a man that became a legend for having 11 girls confess their love to him.

Reon: What!?

Reon: Hold on a second! From who did you…!

Kenta: I fondly remember needing to apologize to the amount of people waiting outside of the livehouse.

Reon: Wha-, Kenta-san!

Kenta: Quite a different experience compared to the man who has been popular since forever.

Reon: Please spare me….!!

Notes

Some sort of semantics about destiny and fate. Fate has no choice, we play no part in molding it. Destiny has a choice, we actively shape it. The owner and both Reon talked about “being in the same boat” but the kanji differ: 運命共同体 and 一蓮托生. The former is about destiny, the latter about fate. Reon has said it before which is why Kenta points it out, and Reon explains that it’s not precisely that. Hope it makes sense!

#aaside #gyroaxia #reon misono #kenta satozuka #yuto goryo #miyuki sakaigawa

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