#not an abused orphan child of COLOR

[bad-holmes-impression]

me a while ago, seeing fanart of POC varian: that’s a neat concept!

me, getting back into this fandom: …HOLY SHIT WAIT that would add so much to s1. the persecution he faces from the king and his village. the way he’s vilified. even the s3 stuff, like how he has a fawn response around the mains and how hard he has to work for them in order to be treated like he belongs, though he’s apparently only paid for his efforts when he becomes the royal engineer-instead-of-alchemist… people who depict POC varian, you geniuses.

fanartists, i’m curious. did you factor in everything that canonically happens when you reimagined varian in that way, or did you make the drawings first?

(warning for a small essay in the tags)

[batmansbasement]

Fic Idea For Tim Drake And Jason Todd, and the Drake Family Dynamic

TW: Mention of drug abuse, overdose, infidelity, genetic addiction, general socialite behavior

The fics where Jack and Janet Drake are terrible parents who neglect and abuse Tim do make for good found family angst, yes.

However.

I propose to you something new and much much better. Yes, Tim's parents may not be winning any parent of the year awards, but they did teach their son how to be ruthless in the face of insults to their name. Together, Jack and Janet Drake are known as the sharks of the socialite world. You bleed a drop of blood and they'll sniff it out and sink their teeth into it, tearing you wide open.

Janet is a known social climber, she started at the bottom of the food chain and made her way to the top through coldness and apathy, using her mind to snap back at people when they dared to insult her or her family. Jack had been raised in the socialite world, and knows the ins and outs well. He knows that every smile is fake and every person is putting up a mask, and he knows how to see behind them.

This being said, I add in another popular fic trope. Young Tim and Jason meet at a gala, but Janet and Jack do not care that they talk, they actually encourage it. They always taught Tim not to take advantage of the way he was raised, or to think of himself as better because of something he was born into such as his wealth. When the Drakes found out that Brucie Wayne had taken in another boy, and that he was from Crime Alley, they did not believe a single thing the papers said, and promptly did not think much of it.

They were a little confused when their son developed an obsession with the Wayne's boy a few months later, but Tim had always been a little odd, and had always been fascinated by the Wayne's, what with seeing Dick Grayson's final performance, even if it was tainted by the awful events that occurred that night.

Of course a welcoming gala is hosted for the new son, Jason Todd, a couple months later. And of course the Drake's will make their appearance for it would be rude not to do so. They would be seen as prejudiced if they did not show, for they are welcoming this poor orphaned boy who lived on the streets and is now taken in by a rich man! How could you be so cruel as to not welcome him!

(The rich love to seen empathetic and thoughtful. It makes them feel better about how terrible they to those who need help)

(The Drake's, again, do not care much. The boy is just like any other, and they have a lovely son already. However Tim is so very excited, and the couple already knows the cruel things that will be said tonight, so they suppose it would be refreshing for Jason to talk to people who were not faking sympathy for his situation)

That's not to say that the Drake's were not sympathetic, just not in the ways that the surrounding crowd was.

At one point, Janet nearly scoffed after hearing some old bat tell Jason that "she truly felt for him. Truly, his situation was just awful, how could a mother set that kind of example for their child? He must feel so lucky to be living with someone as amazing as Brucie Wayne now. Not living on those filthy, disgusting streets anymore."

The poor boys face had turned so red Janet thought he might blow a gasket, and his expression was one of disgust so plain she felt she had to help him. How people could just assume the way they did, she would never know.

She looked down at her son, who was also watching the entire situation play out, and felt her lips upturn slightly. Tim had taken to watching people like a fish took to water, he was a natural at gathering information and reading people, as well as telling them what the wanted to hear.

Janet squeezed his shoulder and whispered to Tim, "Go, he looks like he needs a friendly face at the moment."

Tim's smile is bright and happy as he bounds over to Jason, and as they strike up a conversation, Jason's face slowly goes back to a normal color and he starts to form a smile of his own. Tim had always been bright and aware, and she was proud to call him her son. He was empathetic without giving pity, something she knew she hated receiving after talking about her own upbringing.

Satisfied with how things turned out, she leaves the two boys be, and turns to the crowd to find her husband. No doubt he's stomping down rumors left and right at the moment, he never did stand for the lies that circled the socialite community, no matter if they were about his family or someone else's.

Jack and Janet are talking to an older couple, Mr. and Mrs. Eldine, when they hear affronted gasps from a small gathering towards the other end of the ball room.

Jack and Janet both seem to realize at the same time that their son is presumably still with Jason. Jason, who has been called many names throughout the night, many unfavorable. And their son, their lovely Tim, who they taught to never hold back when insulted, or when someone he cares about is insulted.

To say they rushed to the center of the crowd was a bit of an understatement.

Sure enough, in the middle was a small clearing, and there stood Tim, shielding Jason with his body, and Eli Barnum, a man who was as sleazy as he was rich. Barnum stood red in the face, looking livid. Tim looked proud and defiant, and Jason looked shocked and worried.

Janet and Jack were at the boys' side swiftly.

"Timothy, could you please explain the meaning of this?" Jack's voice was strict and punishing to unfamiliar ears, but upon hearing it Tim relaxed minutely.

"He-" Tim was cut off before he could even start.

"Your son," Barnum spat, spittle flying from his mouth in his rage, "is the most disrespectful brat I've ever seen. You ought to teach him a lesson in respecting his elders, before someone else does it for you."

Jack tensed, and Janet's nostrils flared dangerously.

"Mr. Barnum, it would treat you well to not interrupt my son when he is speaking. It is impolite and frankly barbaric. Timothy, tell is what happened." Janet sounded every bit as terrifying as the tabloids said.

Tim looked from his mom, to Mr. Barnum, to his dad, to Jason, then back to his mom. He then looked back to his mother, eyes flashing with barely concealed rage.

"He called Jason a street rat. I was merely reminding him of what a rat really is."

Janet Drake smiled down at her son and nodded, while Jack looked back at Jason and tilted his head in question. Jason nodded shyly to confirm that this is what happened.

After the confirmation, it seemed as if the entire Drake family became a stone wall blocking Jason from the putrid man in front of them.

Janet pursed her lips, somehow managing to look down her nose at Burnam while being shorter than him.

"Is this true, Burnam?"

Burnam sputtered, his face turning impossibly more red.

"It's not like I'm wrong! Kids a gutter rat, shouldn't be mixing with people like us. We all know his mom was a druggie! And we all know how that is, runs in the blood! He's bound to end up just like her, useless and doped out by the time he's sixteen! Not to mention the diseases he probably carries from his time on those filthy streets, he's like a stray dog, probably riddles with fleas and pestilence!"

Janet hummed, felt her blood pressure rise beyond what she thought possible, and it worsened when she heard the heavy breathing coming from behind her. Jason appeared to be hyperventilating.

She knew how horrible people could be to those who were raised in less than favorable positions. She'd experienced it first-hand more than enough to last a lifetime, but to see it directed at a child, who had already been through so much at such a young age, sparked an anger in her so bright she felt as of it would burn her alive.

Or she would burn alive those who she directed it at.

She could tell her boys felt the same way. Tim was stiff as a board under her hand on his shoulder, and his breathing was nearly as bad as Jason's. Jack's body was poised like he was bracing for an impact, ready to attack.

"If I do remember correctly, Eli, your mother and father divorced after your mother found your father...ah...how did you put it...doped up? With another woman in his bed, and here you stand. Your hands are shaking, your face is hallow, and your teeth are the most horrendous shade of yellow I have ever had the displeasure of looking at. Perhaps it runs in your blood?"

Barnum's face dropped, paling at a rapid rate. The surrounding crowd was so silent you could hear a pin drop, and Janet's voice seemed to echo off the walls.

Then her son spoke up.

"Oh, right, it must be a familial connection, I'm sure of it, mother. It is his father's business that he inherited. It's the same business that is suspected of 67% of illegal opioid dealings in Gotham! Remember that, mother?"

Janet smiled cruelly, "Yes, Timothy, I do."

Jack clapped his hands with force, "Well then, we must have this man escorted off the premises immediately! How could someone such as him be around our children! What a terrible influence! Security!"

Burnam was dragged out kicking and screaming while a crowd of paparazzi surrounded him, and the Drake's looked down at him like he was little more than scum on the bottom of their shoes.

After all was said and done, Tim turned back to Jason, only to find he was taking to Bruce using wild hand gestures and looking about one breath away from a panic attack.

Then Jason looked up at caught Tim's eye, and smiled widely before dragging Bruce over to The Drake Family.

"Dad. Dad, these people are the coolest people I've ever seen in my life. That was the most insane thing I've ever witnessed. Oh my god."

Bruce smiled at the Drake's, and everyone could tell it was Bruce, not Brucie. They had found a secluded enough corner, and most of the attention was still on the paparazzi and the new gossip, so they were mostly safe from being heard.

"Thank you, for standing up for my son."

His smile was sincere, and Janet felt her heart melt just slightly, but didn't let it show on her face.

"It was stupid to leave him alone like that, Bruce, you know full well what these people are like."

Bruce nodded in agreement, "Yes, that was quite idiotic of me, I must admit, and I can assure you it will not happen again."

"Be sure that it doesn't" Janet snapped, before softening slightly.

Jason watched the conversation like a tennis match, head bouncing back and forth, before grinning up at Janet like she hung the moon.

"You are a total badass, Mrs. Drake."

At those words, Jack let out a loud chuckle, trying to stiffle it but failing, and Janet felt her lips quirk up.

"Jason, laguage!" Bruce admonished, but Jason didn't seem to hear him.

"And Tim! That was so cool, dude! How did you know about the whole drug thing? Even Bruce was shocked when he found out!"

Tim felt himself freeze up slightly. Batman was shocked about something he found out? He was totally going to freak out about that later. But not now. Robin is talking to him.

"It was really easy to put the pieces together after looking at the company stocks. There were too many suspicious transfers to unknown places, and after hacking a couple security cameras, I found out where he was spending his free time. Or, I guess how he was spending his free time."

Bruce raised an eyebrow at the young boy. "You hacked security cameras? Is that not illegal?"

Tim stared him head on, not backing down, ans Janet couldn't help but be proud of her little dragon.

"You've never done anything illegal, Mr. Wayne?" Tim's voice was sweet, his eyes wide and innocent, but the threat was loud and clear.

Bruce froze for a moment, and Jason's draw dropped to the floor. No way this kid new.

(The kid definitely knew.)

Jack shook his head, grabbing Tim by the shoulder and squeezing warningly.

"Sorry, we made the mistake of teaching him about blackmail, and he got a little obsessed. Timothy here probably has dirt on the entire high society at this point, and probably many more people that his mother and I are aware of."

Tim nodded in agreement.

Bruce took this in for a moment. "And you're both okay with this?"

Janet chucked slightly, "Truly, Bruce. I'd like to see you try and stop him."

Tim smiled something feral. "You can try, but I promise you'll fail."

Slowly, Bruce nodded, and Jason let out a laugh.

"Hey, Mrs. Drake, can you teach me that really scary glare you did at that man? In case there's someone else like him in the future?"

Janet looked down at the young man and felt incredibly fond. It was impossible not to, with his gaping smile and his boyish attitude.

She nodded, "Hm, yes, it's best you learn the art of intimidation sooner rather than later. However, for right now, if anyone acts even remotely the way Burnam did tonight, I want you to find Tim, who will find Jack and I, and we'll deal with it, sound good?"

Jason nodded quickly, while Jack looked down at his watch.

"Ah, darling, we should be getting home. It's nearly two in the morning!"

Janet nodded, and looked down at Tim, who looked sullen about the prospect of leaving but nodded nonetheless.

"Well then, it was an eventful night, but I cannot say I'm sad to see it come to an end."

Bruce chuckled at Janet's statement, humming, "No, I can't say I'm too disappointed either. Again, thank you all for tonight. Tim is welcome anytime at The Manor, I'm sure he would fit right in with my boys."

Jack nodded, "Thank you, and of course the same goes for Jason and your other young man, Dick, correct?"

Bruce nodded, "Yes, that's him. I'll see you all around"

Jack and Janet nodded, and Jason and Tim said goodbye to eachother, exchanging numbers and arguing about something, (all the adults heard was something about Wonder Woman and a toaster), before heading their separate ways.

The night all together didn't go as horribly as it could have.

Tim made a new friend, and Jack and Janet felt less worried because of it. They knew their son was odd, and although they loved him dearly, the knew not everyone felt the same amount of affection towards his more terrifying habits.

So all together, it was a success.

As Jack and Janet settled in for bed, they didn't hear their sons window open down the hall, or the sound of him exiting it.

Tim made sure to be absolutely silent, and as soon as he entered the city, he disappeared into the shadows completely.

He had some birdwatching to do, after all.

Fin.

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO WRITE MORE FICS BASED ON THIS OR GIVE RECS🙏 I NEED MKRE GOOD PARENT JACK AND JANET PLEAAASSEEE

[greylittlebird]

“Stansas are illiterate and can’t handle canon” they say in the same sentence they insist Sansa called Arya “Horseface” (when that is clearly a misremembering) and say that Sansa “abused Arya to the point she ruined her self-esteem” when Sansa called Arya ugly literally once in a very unserious way during a fight, and Arya’s insecurity about her looks is about way more than Sansa.

Let’s start with Arya Horseface. In AGOT, in a paragraph that is otherwise entirely complaining about Sansa, Arya specifies that Jeyne used to call her Horseface. Not Sansa and Jeyne, not they, Jeyne. The only thing Arya constantly says about Sansa in relation to her own appearance is that Sansa is prettier than her (by her perception and other people’s). Not that Sansa “relentlessly bullied her” about her appearance, but that Sansa just is considered prettier and Arya is unfavorably compared to her by other people (mainly by implication in that Sansa is frequently complimented for her appearance and Arya isn’t).

It wasn't fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother's fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn. Jeyne used to call her Arya Horseface, and neigh whenever she came near. It hurt that the one thing Arya could do better than her sister was ride a horse. Well, that and manage a household. Sansa had never had much of a head for figures. If she did marry Prince Joff, Arya hoped for his sake that he had a good steward. - A Game Of Thrones - Arya 1

One book later, Arya mentions this again and this time says vaguely “they” called her Arya Horseface. She’s no longer even thinking about who said it, just that someone did.

At Winterfell they had called her "Arya Horseface" and she'd thought nothing could be worse, but that was before the orphan boy Lommy Greenhands had named her "Lumpyhead." - A Clash of Kings - Arya 1

It’s not until later in ACOK that Arya says for the first time in the series that Sansa specifically called her Horseface.

She bit her lip, groping for another name. Lommy had called her Lumpyhead, Sansa used Horseface, and her father's men once dubbed her Arya Underfoot, but she did not think any of those were the sort of name he wanted. - A Clash of Kings - Arya IX

Also worth noting that in this same conversation, literally a couple lines before, Arya had to take a second to remember how old she is so that’s how reliable her memory is this first time she ever “remembers” that Sansa supposedly called her Horseface after mentioning it multiple times and never specifying Sansa said it. Of course she isn’t thinking about Jeyne Poole right now, she’s much more likely to attach that memory to someone associated with Jeyne who is one of the few people on her mind still at this point in her traumatic journey.

The lord regarded her. Only his eyes moved; they were very pale, the color of ice. "How old are you, child?"

She had to think for a moment to remember. "Ten." - A Clash of Kings - Arya IX

Moving on, the broader issue of Arya’s insecurity about her appearance is complicated. There’s not one singular cause for it. One is that Arya is an outsider partially because of her appearance being more Stark-like and less “Southern” which is the conventional standard in an imperialist society, similar to how the eurocentric beauty standards have become the convention in our post-colonized world. And in this world, not fitting that standard and there being any question about whether you’re a “real” member of the highest class is extremely perilous.

Jon had their father's face, as she did. They were the only ones. Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair. When Arya had been little, she had been afraid that meant that she was a bastard too. It had been Jon she had gone to in her fear, and Jon who had reassured her. - A Game of Thrones - Arya I

Another factor is, as I said already, that adults around them consistently compliment Sansa’s appearance and not Arya’s. Some even go so far as to insult Arya’s appearance in comparison to Sansa.

Sansa's needlework was exquisite. Everyone said so. "Sansa's work is as pretty as she is," Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. "She has such fine, delicate hands." When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. "Arya has the hands of a blacksmith." - A Game of Thrones - Arya I

"Well," Arya said, "my hair's messy and my nails are dirty and my feet are all hard." Robb wouldn't care about that, probably, but her mother would. Lady Catelyn always wanted her to be like Sansa, to sing and dance and sew and mind her courtesies. Just thinking of it made Arya try to comb her hair with her fingers, but it was all tangles and mats, and all she did was tear some out. "I ruined that gown that Lady Smallwood gave me, and I don't sew so good." She chewed her lip. "I don't sew very well, I mean. Septa Mordane used to say I had a blacksmith's hands."

Gendry hooted. "Those soft little things?" he called out. "You couldn't even hold a hammer." - A Storm of Swords - Arya VII

The Blacksmith’s hands line from Septa Mordane (which fuck the Septa, all my homies hate the Septa) comes up again in Arya’s insecurities and her comparisons of herself to Sansa. But Sansa calling her “ugly and hairy like Hodor” that one time doesn’t.

Conclusion/Golden Child vs Scapegoat

I’m not arguing Sansa is completely innocent in Arya’s insecurity, clearly Sansa internalized and to an extent perpetuated these comparisons made by the adults around them and saw Arya as worse than her. But she didn’t start or create this dynamic. This is the classic Golden Child vs Scapegoat dynamic that harms both children and their relationship with each other. You can see this harm when in Sansa’s chapters (which Im not convinced these people actually read except to skim with Bad Faith), a lot of the reason she thinks negatively of Arya is because she is extremely anxious and worried about approval from others. Sansa is constantly worried about being “like Arya”, of becoming the Scapegoat. She is not confident or comfortable with herself either, in her own way Sansa is as insecure as Arya. When Sansa speaks up for herself in the slightest way and dares not to act like a perfectly submissive doll, the immediate response from adults is to weaponize the Scapegoating of Arya to shut her down.*

And Sansa projects that fear and insecurity onto Arya as she’s been taught to by Catelyn and Septa Mordane and others around them. Especially in moments of distress, her fear comes out as “I’m not like Arya, I’m the good one!” not because she’s an evil abuser but because the fear of being “like Arya” has been used to coercively control her. Obviously it’s shitty and unfair to Arya and you can dislike Sansa for it, but the fact is it’s also shitty and unfair to Sansa though perhaps to a “lesser” extent. That’s the nature of this type of abuse.

*as just one illustrative not exhaustive example of that, when Sansa literally just states the fact that Lady is a Direwolf and that her father, whose authority supersedes the Septa, said she could have her. And the immediate response is to denigrate her with an Arya comparison. This illustrates how pervasive this dynamic is in casual circumstances.

"She's not a dog, she's a direwolf," Sansa pointed out as Lady licked her fingers with a rough tongue. "Anyway, Father said we could keep them with us if we want."

The septa was not appeased. "You're a good girl, Sansa, but I do vow, when it comes to that creature you're as willful as your sister Arya." She scowled. - A Game of Thrones - Sansa I

It’s fair to say that Sansa treats Arya unfairly and contributes to the environment of bullying she experienced, and it’s fine to personally dislike her character for that. But to say that Arya’s insecurity about her apparence is because of Sansa “relentlessly bullying her” and that Sansa is an abuser comparable to Viserys (which they say no one actually said and Stansas are “whining and can’t read” but then immediately defended the comparison). And not blame the entire culture of patriarchal, oppressive adults around both girls is absurd and not what the text shows no matter how much y’all wanna say it’s “canon”. We never see Sansa tell Arya she’s ugly except, again, one time that was clearly a childish outburst and is never thought on seriously again. We never see her call Arya “Horseface” and most likely it’s a misremembering as I’ve illustrated.

And to pretend Sansa is not also a victim in this toxic dynamic created by Catelyn and Septa Mordane and the sexist society at large that demands all girls meet the impossible standards even Sansa can’t reach and be protected by at all (which is the point GRRM is making, Sansa unlike Arya fits all the standards and tries so hard to be what she’s supposed to be but still loses because there’s no winning this rigged game no matter how hard you try) is a highly biased and superficial reading. If you don’t like Sansa, if she reminds you of the girls who bullied you in Middle School and you aren’t interested in her perspective, that’s fine, but don’t try to tell her fans who have analyzed her far more in-depth than you have or are interested in ever doing that we’re “illiterate” just because you want to grossly exaggerate her flaws and their impact to suit your bias.

[im-addicted-2u]

m.r. headcanons.

as my first post, post-introduction, i'll be putting down some important headcanons that will color my writing for mattheo going forward...assuming i commit and actually post!

𖦹 As you may or may not know, Benjamin Wadsworth—the face claim for Mattheo—is hispanic, specifically Mexican, and the character that many depictions of Mattheo use, which is Marcus Lopez Arguello,  is also hispanic. So I personally headcanon Mattheo as being hispanic himself, specifically with a hispanic mother. I think in his original iteration his mother was Bellatrix, but I’m not particularly fond of that.

𖦹 Mattheo’s mother was a half-blood and a Ravenclaw.

𖦹 Mattheo lived with his mother in the muggle world and grew up being told his father was dead, and no other details, not even a name. When he was eight years old, his mother died in an attack by vengeful Death Eaters that were upset at his mother for “abandoning” the Dark Lord. There was an attempted kidnapping, but Mattheo’s magic manifested itself to protect him so he could get away.

𖦹 Mattheo was homeless for a few months before he was found by local police, who sent him to a boys’ home for orphaned children. He suffered from abuse and bullying there, and when he was fourteen he burned the building down—killing few and injuring many—after receiving his Hogwarts letter.

𖦹 (Oh! Feels important to mention that I will specifically be writing a version of Hogwarts where the first year begins at age fourteen instead of eleven, just so that I can work in a territory of adult characters. I call this uncreatively Hogwarts University.)

𖦹 Mattheo entered Hogwarts with no idea about his background and learned fast that he was the most hated wizard child because of his father, but he was strong. Stronger than anyone else. And he quickly flipped that reputation from disgust straight to fear. He liked the power he felt, it was the first time he had a taste, and he was already addicted.

𖦹 Between years, Mattheo stayed with Theo during the summer since he had nowhere else to go, of course, until fourth year when his father returned and he moved into the Malfoy Manor with Voldemort.

[leondickrider]

relationship headcanons | leon s kennedy x gn!reader

💭 . . . hiii, so i moved to this account from my old account @movedoopsie so this an updated version of both of my old relationship headcanons posts and nsfw post (with some new bonus headcanons hehe) (‘. • ᵕ •. `)

before reading: fluff, suggestive, nsfw marked, some are sad bc i love making leon suffer ₍ᐡ｡っ ̫-｡ᐡ₎ not proofread | warnings: cursing, substance abuse mentioned | wc 2.1k

love with him kinda gives me and your mama by childish gambino but very much guns and roses by lana del rey 🎀

ONE THING I FORGOT TO MENTION IN MY ORIGINAL POSTS: television heaven by lana del rey is so re2make leon coded !!!! and maybe perhaps starry eyed... just maybe...

it's canon that he listens to rock (refer to re2r opening) but I'm sure he would listen to alternative and hip hop

btw, to the spotify playlist makers, he would never listen to mother mother he is quite literally born in the 70s

also i doubt he would actually listen to lana del rey, but if he did he would listen to ultraviolence ₍ᐢ.”⚇.”ᐢ₎

when he's frustrated, he'll mutter curses under his breath like it's so sexy and hot and pussy soddening or dick hardening (I don't have a dick idk how it works)

he loves when you wear long, flowy dresses or shirts, especially if they are in white. if you get it you get it

he would like white clothes on you since white typically represents like purity and cleanliness. and with all the stuff he's been through and it's just comforting

his favorite colors are blue and green tho

he's a good kisser 10/10

leon definitely replies with the driest things ever over text. like you could say "hey baby I love you <3 be careful at work" and he'll say "Ok love you." and he uses the period too

also replies with 👍, 👎, 😀 and 😍

when you are both going to sleep at the same time, he will scratch your back out of habit, even if he falls asleep you will feel his hand making circular motions on your back

he's the lightest sleeper ever. he wakes up if you shift in bed too fast, if you make any unusual sound, literally wakes up so easily and this leads to him being very sleepy :(

he would want 2 kids so they aren't lonely. he wouldn't ever want his kids to feel the loneliness he felt as an orphan

he's a girl dad but if he had a son then you already know that kid is going to be a carbon copy of his dad

sometimes he comes home really drunk and he leans all over you, kissing you all over and saying how much he loves you and stuff and then he cries and then falls asleep

when he goes fishing or hunting or camping he always drags you along for it even if you complain

he looks like he goes camping like every season as the vacation he so desperately asks for 24/7

he doesn't understand text abbreviations. he's like a victorian child. he says "LOL" and doesn't even know what it means. "leon I'm feeling really sick, bring me some soup please" "Ok LOL."

he also replies really slowly to texts sometimes, it's not even on purpose he is just has no clue how to iphone

during missions, he has those cute lil kitten sneezes (like in re4r) but at home this man forces them to be obnoxiously loud because it always makes you giggle

and his hearts melts a little every time you giggle. your laughter is like his favorite sound in the whole wide world

he gets home at unholy hours of the night usually, so he usually just goes to the bedroom, gives you a kiss on your forehead or cheek while you're asleep and takes a quick shower before sleeping

however on nights where you wait for him to get home he is taken by surprise when you fling yourself into his arms when he enters

when be walks in he'll be like "sono a casa..." really quietly

yeah he learned a little italian bc he's like a mafioso son basically so he decided "why not just learn italian and make my girlfriend swoon over it?" il mio king

he's incredibly insecure in relationships. he thinks you deserve better than him, somebody who can be there for you without fail and isn't heavily traumatized

when you're sick he will literally do everything for you, he doesn't let you do anything until you're better

even when you aren't sick he does everything, he justa bit more lenient

hero complex ofc, he loves being there to 'save you' even if it's just helping you get something off the top shelf or helping you zip up a dress or a shirt

always puts his bed by you in minecraft even tho he has no idea how to play :3

also, loves bear hugging you. but he also does those hugs where he lifts you up completely and spins you around a little

if you where in raccoon city with him he would do the spinning hug the second you were finally safe

when he's feeling really affectionate (usually when he's a lil tipsy) he'll tell you things like "sei tutto il mio mondo" and "sei la metà della mia mela" (this is so cute if you also love apples)

he's a heavyweight this man can handle his alcohol, so if you get drunk easy like me, then yea he's def got you covered

doesn't let anybody he doesn't trust near you when you're drunk

also, even when he's drunk he's very protective. he's actually more protective

he is really good at comforting you when you need it but often pushes you away when you need it :(

sometime he will disappear for long periods of times. and he cuts off all contact. but eventually you will get a call from somebody like chris, claire, etc. that leon was drinking and they were bringing him home

he goes through cycles of highs where he stops drinking and lows where he drinks excessively (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

sometimes he'll send you random selfies when he gets service or random texts like "Hi." and tbh it scared the shit out of you to just get a random Hi when he's in the middle of like the desert a few times

he isn't really good with physical affection, he'll give you awkward hugs and hold your hands but he's just very awkward in general so...

but if we're talking cute re2make leon then omfg hugs 24/7 he will not keep his hands off you

he isn't really into pda bc he's shy about it, he will hold your hand and maybe give you an awkward side hug but that's really it unless it's one of those special occasions lmfao

this is kind of random but when he's alone he likes to look at old pictures of you both and just reminisce on the past ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

re2make leon the typa guy to play just dance with you

maybe re4make if he's in love enough (he is)

his style is actually really good so he ALWAYS looks so good next to you (refer to casual leon model) 🐩

he sings in the shower sometimes

he likes to take showers with you since it's relaxing when you wash his hair since you have like soft hands and not his big thick meaty manly leather beefy hands

falls asleep with light piano music and rain audios in the background 😭

his instagram is basically a fanpage for you. always appreciating you!! "My s/o took this." "Date night night with s/o." "Imagine not having the prettiest bestest amazingest s/o ever."

he and ada are mutuals, this is his revenge for ghosting him lol

takes you on picnic dates a lot

for people with periods, he is like so good with helping you woth getting tampons/pads, getting medicine, etc etc

his ideal house with you would be one of those stereotypical white american family suburb houses (he's so american i'll never let him live down calling luis 'lewis' 😭)

he pledge allegiance to the flag he is a PATRIOT🇺🇸

he spoils the hell out of you !!!! you look at a dress twice? magically in your closet the next day. you look at a pretty necklace that costs more than a car? he already got it

government paycheck

when he was 21 he dreamed of having a really normal life with you. a normal house, normal cars, 2 kids, a dog, all these other totally normal things

he does not get the normal life lol

nsfw

he is very territorial, he definitely marks you up in spots that are very visible and harder to hide

he isn't really picky about what lingerie you wear but if you wear white sets with little blue or pink ribbons then you got your work cut out for you

he's very romantic during sex. on anniversaries he'll even get rose petals and candles in you're into that kinda stuff lol

had to buy a whole different phone just for videos/photos of you both because his phone has a ton of work things and he didn't want to risk accidentally sending the wrong picture to the wrong person

when he gets back from missions that were very stressful and got him pent up then sex is way rougher than usual

he is definitely into worshipping your body. he'll tell you how beautiful you are and kiss every inch if your skin that he can

sometime he'll also say some italian things to you while you do the deed like "sei molto bella"

when he's horny he'll tell you "mi ecciti così tanto"

although, italian bedroom talk is kinda cringe sometimes so he usually sticks to english

he is definitely very experienced, he's been with several women, usually one night stands. but we do also know he had a girlfriend before resi 2 so there's that

he would prefer sex stays in the bedroom, or the house at least

he probably gets pleasure from making you get pleasure. like just from eating you out he will... yea

as i said before, territorial 😊

one of his sexual fantasies is fucking you while he's on a mission but he probably wouldn't want to take that risk bc like zombies

it's not rare to have quickies in the mornings

he's big like maybe 6 or 7 inches? he may not have a könig bulge but he's absolutely packing

dirty talk. says things like "y'like that princess?" "that feel good?" "i know you like it baby" "you feel so girl pretty girl" "look at me lovie" when you close ur eyes

man is a freak (refer to THAT clip from death island)

however, sex with him is usually really vanilla simply because he is too tired from all these missions to be doing all that

when it's not vanilla he's a switch simply bc I know it. he'll let you take the reins from time to time, but he is always the one in control if we're being fr

also i'm pretty sure he's top leaning because like... the shit he's been through?? he'd want a little control over something and having control in bed makes him feel really powerful

he still likes to bottom tho lol

he also calls u mommy or daddy or master or mistress if u a freaky freak lol

loves brat taming!!!!!

he likes to hold your hand while having sex

enjoys morning sex lots, especially the morning after he returns from a mission. he's too exhausted the night of returning, so he wakes up early and fucks you

love love loves missionary bc he gets to look at your face and he can just look down to see him yk thrusting (goodbye i hate this word)

i will say tho sometimes he will say the most outlandish things like "i wanna pump so many babies into you that we repopulate raccoon city" but it's ok bc it's leon

loves white sets on you (refer to 8)

sooo good with after care!!! if you need something he will do it or get it. want a snack? he's grabbing it. want a nice warm bubble bath? he's running the water and grabbing the soap for bubbles

spoils you with aftercare tbh.... after him you really cannot ever get better aftercare

very vocal, lots of whimpers and whines coming from him

really good with his hands, I mean look at the way he handles guns. i'm sure his hands come in handy in more ways than just flipping a gun around

amazing with his tongue and mouth as well 🎀

he love love loves when u sit on his face !!!

when you give him head he likes to rub your scalp and he makes the most attractive noises ever

he owns a couple toys. he def owns a vibrator and a pair of handcuffs

he probably has no preference to if you're shaved or not when he's older

but when he's younger he prefers it shaved or trimmed cuz he lives between your legs and it gets a bit annoying getting hair in his mouth 😭

(i'm sorry if all the nsfw seems aimed towards afab people, I literally have no idea how to write for amab but i'm trying to spoil everybody...)

౨ৎ translations "sono a casa" i'm home; "il mio [re]" my king; "sei tutto il mio mondo" you are my whole world; "sei la metà della mia mela" you are half of my apple; "sei molto bella" you're very beautiful; "mi eciti così tanto" you're turning me on | please correct me if any of this is wrong since i rarely speak to my italian friends and family and i don't say these things to them. i had to research :)

reblogs and replies appreciated always <3

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tbh you're right! orphan time is a short that would've fit in alright prior to sinsmas or arguably in s1, but the fact that it came out just 6 months after sinsmas with nothing else in between us just incredibly bad timing.

and it low-key pisses me off more because based on s1, unlike what morgans says outside of the show about homophobia in hell, (which exists even though there's openly gay goetia like vassago and gay goetia couples like we've seen in the circus? bringing that up makes the hellaverse stan in my brain go "well actually 🤓 they're not meant to be gay and you just assumed!!" which. is a really comical thing to think given how many headcanons to fix these shows are just assumptions) or even what the karen client says about her husband spreading his "sinful lifestyle" or whatever... stella isn't homophobic?

in fact she's SO not homophobic that she doesn't even ever mention the gender of the imp stolas cheated on her with. even though the book is the only thing covering his massive peen? in fact in all 2 seasons i don't think she ever has! basically she's racist. which i think would've been a more sympathetic (and CONSISTENT) approach to make me give a shit about the couple they had to kill in sinsmas. why they didn't take that approach even though they DID make one of the men a man of color is beyond me. homophobia is a good way to get sympathy points but irl racism is too far apparently, even though the previous episode (mastermind) was all about standing up to fictional racism in hell?

idk man. i just feel like sinsmas and orphan time combined insult my intelligence of "actually if this client has a situation similar to the MAIN CHARACTER then you should sympathize with them! oh what's that? the client is a man who adopted AN ORPHAN and CARES UNCONDITIONALLY FOR HIS CHILD and knows he's about to DIE so he gives them a send off with a smile? *looks at mastermind where blitz was about to have his head chopped off in front of his adopted orphan daughter and gave her a smile and a "i love you guys :)" before his untimely death* no blitz can't relate to that. and if you think he can then it's not that deep. it's just a silley cartoon :3 BUT IF IT HAS TO DO WITH STOLAS,"

like ysee what i mean? this show doesn't want you to think at all. because it's actively ruined if you do for more than two seconds. it being a goofy hit based show, AND a drama where characters relating to each other being important is now, at total tone whiplashing odds. i already didn't think the show really cared about making sense, but if i ever needed solid proof, THIS is it. it will be everything and nothing all at once and totally deserves all the praise regardless of how much it contrasts with previous episodes. it will care when it TELLS you to care, not when you think to care and have basic critical thinking skills and/or empathy. and you will like it. now shut up and buy our summer loona youtooz figure.

YOU'RE SO RIGHT. stood up when i read "it will care when it tells you to care, not when you think for yourself to care" because that's applicable to so many instances in the show (namely the abuse content).

and i so agree that the show flip-flops on what kind of evil it wants to portray with characters like stella. yeah we see her classism- but instead the show leans into her focusing her anger onto stolas rather than taking it out on imps in any way, and her classism hasn't really reared its head since 'loo loo land' despite the fact that she's worked/working with striker. the writing could so lean into that being her irredeemable quality but instead it does more to make that quality (you know, alongside her general disdain for stolas) come off as homophobia, a cheap reason to expect people to hate what is supposed to be a complex character that has somewhat justifiable anger towards her ex-husband (who, by the way, happens to be gay, so in calling stella homophobic it's driving home the point that we're supposed to hate anyone who hates stolas).

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Sylvia Rivera: Herstory

The history of LGBTQ activism in New York City made substantial strides on the backs of people of color, specifically Black and Latinx trans women, from the community. There were figures that were born from this time, most famously Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, a Latina trans woman who fought beside her. I believe that Sylvia Rivera is an important figure to know when thinking about the history of queer and trans activism. She stood for inclusivity and recognized intersectionality within the community at a time where that was not at the forefront of change for gay activists groups like Gay Liberation Front. Through this essay, I will be highlighting her legacy as an activist, including her early life, movements she was associated with, and activist groups that were formed by her and carried on past her lifetime. 

Sylvia Rivera was born on July 2, 1951 in Bronx, New York City to a Puerto Rican father and a Venezuelan mother. Her childhood was troubled in the sense that she lost both of her parents at a young age. Her father abandoned her after her birth and was orphaned at the age of three after her mother committed suicide. She was sent to live with her grandmother, who physically abused her for her effeminate behavior. This caused her to run away from home at the age of eleven to the city, where she became a child prostitute working in the Times Square area. This was the reality for many homeless, queer youth during this time. While living on the streets of New York, she met a group of drag queens, who welcomed her with open arms and became her support system into her transition as Syliva. In her early years, she considered herself to be a drag queen but later in life, she described herself as a trans woman. (11) 

The Stonewall Riots, also known as the Stonewall Uprising, is noted as a motivating force for LBGTQ political activism, which led to many gay rights organizations forming. The event was located at the Stonewall Inn, a gay bar in Greenwich Village that was owned by the Genovese crime family, who bribed the police to ignore the activities occurring within the club. They went as far as blackmailing the club’s wealthier patrons to keep their sexuality a secret. The conditions of the Stonewall Inn were deplorable: lacking a fire exit, no running water in the building, and the toilets were not clean. The uprising began there at the early hours of June 28, 2024. This started with the Public Morals Squad of the NYPD conducting a raid with the excuse of cracking down on “illegal” activity and prostitution. They were roughing up patrons, finding bootlegged alcohol and they arrested 13 people, “including employees and people violating the state’s gender-appropriate clothing statute (female officers would take suspected cross-dressing patrons into the bathroom to check their sex)” (12).  In response, the people fought back, including Sylvia Rivera and her fellow friend Marsha P. Johnson. They were rioting and protesting in the streets, calling for an end of the criminalization of their lifestyles as queer people. That night, Rivera is quoted for telling her lover, “I’m not missing a minute of this. It’s the revolution!” (7). 

In the 1970’s, Rivera joined the Gay Liberation Front and the Gay Activist Alliance. The Gay Liberation Front was a militant group of radical and revolutionary gay men and women committed to fight the oppression of gay people as a minority group and to order the right to self-determination of their own bodies. The Gay Liberation Front had a newsletter titled Gay Flames. In their fourth issue (1970), they observed that the organization, “is trying to build an alternative to the bars/baths/cruising scene which has become a way of life for so many homosexuals, particularly homosexual males. Gay night at Alternate U. is part of that effort.” They hosted Friday night classes at Alternate U., “listed in the publication included medical, legal, demonstration, gay squatters, racism, gay history and literature, sexism, exploration of roles and identity, and Marxism and political workshop” (8). Additionally, the coalition produced New York’s second gay newspaper, COME OUT!, from November 15, 1969 until the winter of 1972. 

She was advocating for nondiscrimination ordinances for housing and employment in New York City. She was an outlier in the movement because of her identity as a Latina trans woman. The movement’s agenda was not aiming to benefit people of color in the community. This is due to the majority of the activist groups mainly being gay white men. She was also shunned by lesbian feminists during this time, who viewed her identity as a trans woman as caricatures of womanhood from a sexist perspective (10). 

When I was researching more about her association with the Gay Liberation Front, I discovered a speech of hers on YouTube. It was titled the, “Y’all better quiet down” speech, which was a recording of her delivering this passionate speech at the Christopher Street Liberation Day Rally in Washington Square Park. Immediately when Rivera came onto the stage, the reaction from the crowd was echoing with ‘boos' and she came back with rage in her voice. She was angered by their lack of inclusion as a movement, referring to their fear of "stepping on tails'' and ‘backroom deals’ that were being led by gay middle-class white men as well as white lesbians who didn’t understand nor shared her passion for marginalized groups within the gay community (transgender, gender non-comforming, etc.). She was directly pointing out the physical and sexual violence enacted on transgender people in jail, including her own personal experiences with it (5).

As a viewer, this speech was impactful from her delivery along with her ability to command an audience to listen to her, despite the lack of support from the organization. I feel like a lot of points she made are issues that are still happening today: there are still substantial amounts of queer/trans youth of color that are getting kicked out of their homes from their disapproving families. Trans people, specifically trans women of color, have been verbally, physically, and sexually assaulted, and even worse, being murdered for simply existing.

Her feelings towards the injustice of queers/trans people of color motivated her and Marsha P. Johnson to start their own activist group: S.T.A.R., the Street Transgender Action Revolutionaries. Formerly known as the Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries, the group was created in 1970, after a sit-in at Weinstein Hall in New York University. The protest at NYU erupted after the administration canceled planned dances there, reportedly because a gay organization was sponsoring the events. The Gay Liberation Front and other activist groups held the sit-in, which ended with them winning the right to use the venue for their dances. After this, Rivera shifted gears and joined forces with Marsha P. Johnson to create S.T.A.R. They are known for being a militant group and youth shelter for homeless trans youth. This was important for both Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson because of their experiences of homelessness as trans youth. They made it a priority to recognize intersectionality within the LGBT community and practiced inclusivity within their group, unlike the Gay Liberation Front. (1)

What really stuck with me when reading more about the history of S.T.A.R. was the importance of having a home. “STAR was for the street gay people, the street homeless people, and anybody that needed help at the time,” Rivera said. As a group, they struggled to find shelter in New York City. They snuck multiple people into hotel rooms, “Marsha and I had always sneaked people into our hotel rooms. And you can sneak 50 people into two hotel rooms.” In the group’s first home, a parked trailer truck in a Greenwich Village outdoor parking lot, they had over two dozen trans youth living together. One day, Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson found a truck driving away from the trailer with about twenty people inside sleeping, with one person on their way to California. They wanted to grow in a more permanent home without the control of the Mafia, so they decided to land with a home at 213 Second Avenue in the city. Rivera said, “We fed people and clothed people. We kept the building going. We went out and hustled the streets. We paid the rent. We didn’t want the kids out in the streets hustling. They would go out and rip off food. There was always food in the house and everyone had fun. Later we had a chapter in New York, one in Chicago, one in California and England. It lasted for two or three years” (3). The fact that Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson did not have the financial standing that could comfortably support 50 people yet they made it their priority to make it work with what they got is a beautiful thing to hear.

Rivera met the Young Lords Party in the fall of 1970, during a mass demonstration that started in East Harlem. They were protesting against the police’s repression and STAR decided to join the demonstration with their banner. This was one of the first times the STAR banner was shown in public and was present as a group. “I ended up meeting some of the Young Lords that day. I became one of them. Any time they needed any help, I was always there for the Young Lords. It was just the respect they gave us as human beings. They gave us a lot of respect. It was a fabulous feeling for me to be myself—being part of the Young Lords as a drag queen—and my organization [STAR] being part of the Young Lords.” She also made an association with Huey Newton, leader of the Black Panther Party in 1971. “Huey decided we were part of the revolution—that we were revolutionary people,” Rivera said (3). These associations of hers are an example of practicing what you preach; she created connections with other organizations that stood for the rights of Puerto Ricans and African Americans, in which many quuer/trans youth in STAR identified with. They recognized intersectionality and practiced inclusivity within their organization, creating a safe space and a home for queer/trans youth in need of protection, support and guidance.

What transpired almost three decades of activism for Rivera was the Sylvia Rivera Law Project in 2002. The purpose of the project is to provide much-needed legal services for those who cannot afford representation, as well as use training public education, policy reform, and precedent-setting lawsuits to end state-sanctioned and institutional discrimination, violence, and coercion on the basis of gender identity and expression in relation to race and class. Due to Sylvia’s passing in the same year, they are continuing Rivera’s lifelong work as a trans person of color by working to ensure a stable and safe experience for transgender, intersex, and gender nonconforming people. They are centralizing issues of systemic poverty and racism, and prioritizing the struggles of queer and trans people who face the most severe and multi-faceted discrimination. They have a website that highlights their approaches and principles as an organization, which is very extensive and is typed up in both English and Spanish translation. This feature is subtle in its inclusivity, allowing a larger audience to connect with and potentially join or volunteer for the project (6).

Thinking about Sylvia Rivera in relation to the readings that were exposed to me during the course of the semester, discussions about the transgender experience has informed me more to understand her better. I believe that the critiques of the film, Paris is Burning, both bell hooks’ “Is Paris Burning?” and Judith Butler’s “Gender is Burning”, along with C. Riley Snorton’s “A New Hope” could be applied to the principals that Rivera practiced in her activist career. The film Paris is Burning was released in 1990, where we were given a glance into the ballroom scene in New York City. This film was directed by Jennie Livingston, a white lesbian who had the means to come into this community and make a spectacle out of the tragedies of trans women of color. This aspect is something that both hooks and Butler discuss in their writing, Butler cites hooks in their writing but also ties in their perspective. 

hooks states that Livingston is a white lesbian that although her physical presence in the film is not there, her position and perspective as a white woman/lesbian filmmaker shapes and forms the standpoint of the film. hooks states that Livingston does not resist the notion that “hegemonic whiteness “represents” blackness, but rather assumes an imperial overseeing position that is in no way progressive or counter-hegemonic” (151). This “privileged location of innocence” that Livingston possesses is something that Rivera was fighting against in her activism, especially in the “Y’all Better Be Quiet” speech. She was actively boo-ed for being a trans woman of color speaking against the whiteness of the Gay Liberation Front; a movement that was run by white, cisgender gay men and lesbians who dismissed the struggles that trans women of color were facing at that time (4).

Butler points this out as well, calling Livingston’s camera as “the promise of phantasmatic fulfillment” for the trans women of color that were in the film. Livingston as “the white girl with the camera” is both the object and vehicle of desire as white woman but as a lesbian, she sustained “some kind of identificatory bond with the gay men in the film” (391). They go on to state that Livingston incites trans women of color on the screen to become a woman before her camera and in doing so, she has the ability to bestow femininity and womanhood onto trans women of color. This is because of her position in society, where whiteness and wealthiness are considered the “peak” identity, at the top of the societal chain and the class ranking. I find both bell hooks’ and Judith Butler’s takes to be interesting ways to analyze the dynamic between both Livingston and trans women of color like Octavia St. Laurent, as well as Sylvia Rivera and the Gay Liberation Front (2). 

Snorton’s “A New Hope” speaks more about the relationship between hope and desire being “intimately linked” together. This is in reference to the hope of passing as a trans person but I would like to consider this concept to be applied to the hope that Sylvia Rivera had for LGBTQ activism throughout her career. Snorton writes that the “meanings of hope and desire may overlap when the length of time is short or hope can become a passive counterpart to desire when the duration of time is indefinite… hope lies in an aspirational future that implicates individual practice in the present… hope can cast the present in a historical light.” I believe that this thinking could relate to how the hope of inclusivity and practicing intersectionality for the movement lies in the aspirations for the future of the LGBTQ community/rights movement, which implicated Sylvia Rivera to practice in her present time and is carried through people a part of the Sylvia Rivera Law Project that is still active today (9). 

From learning about Sylvia Rivera, there are a lot of things that you can take away from learning about her life as an activist and pioneer in the LGBTQ rights movement. She fought for her beliefs in inclusion and intersectionality while associated with an organization that did not support those beliefs. Because of this, started the group STAR, the Street Transgender Action Revolutionaries with her friend Marsha P. Johnson to serve the large population of homeless queer and trans youth of color. Despite the struggle to find a building to provide shelter for them, they eventually settled in 213 Second Avenue. STAR was able to establish associations with the Young Lords Party and the Black Panther Party, which reflected the organization’s core principles. Jumping to three decades later, she continues to practice her activism through the Sylvia Rivera Law Project, which is inclusive to Spanish speakers on their website. She would continue to come outside to protest until her passing in 2002, the same year her project was created. Considering the readings we familiarize ourselves with this semester, I was able to connect the thoughts/concepts of bell hooks, Judith Butler, and C. Riley Snorton discussed in their writings. I will carry the knowledge of her legacy in my mind, and I hope that her legacy lives on through her project’s people.

sources:

“An Army of Lovers Cannot Lose: The Occupation of NYU’s Weinstein Hall.” Researching Greenwich Village History, WordPress, 23 Feb. 2012, greenwichvillagehistory.wordpress.com/2011/12/14/an-army-of-lovers-cannot-lose-the-occupation-of-nyus-weinstein-hall/. 

Butler, Judith. Bodies That Matter : On the Discursive Limits of “Sex.” Routledge, 2011.

Feinberg, Leslie. “Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries- Lavender & Red, Part 73.” Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries, Workers World, 24 Sept. 2006, www.workers.org/2006/us/lavender-red-73/. 

hooks, bell. Black Looks : Race and Representation. Routledge, 2015.

“L020A Sylvia Rivera, ‘Y’all Better Quiet down’ Original Authorized Video, 1973 Gay Pride Rally NYC.” YouTube, 23 May 2019, youtu.be/Jb-JIOWUw1o?si=jY94H5fnzTSvx-8e. 

“Our Approach and Principles/Nuestras Práctica y Principios.” SRLP (Sylvia Rivera Law Project), Sylvia Rivera Law Project, 11 Feb. 2018, srlp.org/about/principles/. 

Rothberg, Emma. “Sylvia Rivera.” National Women’s History Museum, 2021.

Shockley, Jay. “Gay Liberation Front at Alternate U.” NYC LGBT Historic Sites Project, National Women’s History Museum, May 2017, www.nyclgbtsites.org/site/gay-liberation-front-at-alternate-u/. 

SNORTON, C. RILEY. “‘A New Hope’: The Psychic Life of Passing.” Hypatia, vol. 24, no. 3, 2009, pp. 77–92, https://doi.org/10.1111/j.1527-2001.2009.01046.x.

“Sylvia Rivera: Pushing Boundaries: Taína Caragol.” YouTube, 20 Nov. 2020, youtu.be/0ODJ5gNcGho?si=rvbUfY4wnTU1DTK1. 

“Sylvia Rivera - Speech, Stonewall & Death.” Sylvia Rivera , Biography, 4 June 2019, www.biography.com/activists/sylvia-rivera. 

“1969 Stonewall Riots - Origins, Timeline & Leaders.” History.Com, A&E Television Networks, 31 May 2017, www.history.com/topics/gay-rights/the-stonewall-riots. 

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Love that Beat Vanity

Scaramouche/GN! Reader - Forced Established Marriage

TW: Domestic Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Verbal Abuse

A/N: HELLO! Thank you for reading my goofy little oneshots once again. I've decided to have every Scaramouche fics I write on this acc to have some kind of continuation. So, if you have read my previous works, the reader's lore will be the same throughout this series. But you don't have to read the previous works to catch up with the story since I wrote it as oneshots, scenarios and whatnot.

If you choose not to read the previous works, Reader was an orphan who survived stealing from people but stole from the wrong person one time and was taken and placed in a human trafficking ring, Scaramouche bought her to work at for the Fatui and the rest is history.

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It has been 5 years since Scaramouche has taken you as his spouse. You have still not adapted well into this new "domestic" life that was forced onto you by your husband. The lessons you have to keep taking because you can't make yourself to remember it all, has started to take a toll on your body.

Sleep has been difficult to achieved, it might be near impossible as your husband demands for the two of you to sleep together in the same bed, as husband and spouse. But try as you might to close your eyes, the moment you feel his arms snake around your waist, you freeze up like a statue and not sleep until you pass out from exhaustion. However, when you wake up from fainting, you'll feel the blanket placed properly on top of you, the bed side where your husband would always lay on, cold.

You have no doubt that Scaramouche loves you, too much in fact.

Early in the morning, he would leave you in bed and attend to his harbinger duties. Not a single item of his was ever misplaced whenever he fixes himself up. His sakura blossom perfume would always be placed in it proper spot and his brush to add the rouge over his eyelids were clean from any color, as if it was never even used.

Tidiness can't be said the same to your vanity table. Although you rarely use the furniture as it was intended, you do use it as something to leave the fabrics that you have meticulously stitched from the lessons that Scaramouche forced on you. They were ugly, so you have no idea why your husband lets you leave them in the open.

Your 'lovely' Scaramouche once commented on how your needlework was "god awful that even a child can do better". You might not have expressed it physically, but it hurt to hear him say that. Blood was spilled when you were creating your first fabric But you learned the truth later on that the first finished fabric you have created was hidden in the drawer of his office.

It makes your heart confused on why he has to resort to harsh tactics to get a semblance of your "love". Why can't your husband act like a normal person?

Mornings has been something you have been waiting for every single day for the past 5 years. For the whole morning, you have the manor all to yourself. A place for you to be alone with your thoughts. But when the hour hand reaches 12 PM, your teacher for that day will be coming to teach you another useless skill that you will never remember.

[bitethedevil]

Living with The Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 15

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

Read this fic on AO3 (Link)

Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Raphael continues showing Tav his true colors. The 24 hours are coming to an end and Tav must soon make a hard decision, that only seems to grow more and more difficult, the more she learns.

(AN: You are in for a ride, my dudes. Also, I think we have two chapters left until this whole thing is wrapped up. Read the full notes on AO3 for more info)

WARNINGS: Gore, Blood, Abusive Behaviour, Mention of Death, Mention of Child Abuse, Mention of Child Death, Mention of Domestic Abuse, Torture

Raphael woke her up way too early for her liking. He let her eat breakfast before they went anywhere. She was quiet while she ate, trying to wake up and keep her eyes open, much to Raphael’s amusement. He had the servants bring her a strong cup of tea, which did help a little.

“Can you reveal what we are doing today?” she asked and sipped the tea. “Or is it going to be some kind of horrible surprise?”

“I can reveal what we are doing in a moment,” he said. “Though I will ask you to remember our agreement when I tell you. If you interfere, you will be sent back to Baldur’s Gate.”

She looked at him over the cup with tired eyes.

“Not sure I like the sound of that,” she sighed. “But fine…”

“We will meet a potential client of mine. Unlike the woman you met yesterday, this man is a noble, though he is just as desperate for my help.”

The mention of the woman they met the day before made her stomach churn. She would most likely already be dead. Her children would soon find her lifeless body in her bed and their lives would change forever. Tav had to push the thought aside. Though she was an adult when it happened, she clearly remembered the day that she became an orphan herself. It hurt too much to think about.

Raphael continued explaining.

“He is a lord who has lost his wife and his only heir. The other noble houses of Athkatla refuse to marry any of their daughters to him. Without a new wife and an heir, his house will perish.”

Tav nodded.

“There is some awful detail that I’m missing, I’m sure of it,” Tav said and narrowed her eyes at him.

“It is said that Lord Ophal beat his former young wife to death in a fit of rage,” Raphael explained with a smirk. “The same fate befell his son shortly after, who was only ten years old at the time. It is said the child cried after the death of its mother, as children do. Lord Ophal beat him regularly and had healers on hand for that reason, but it seems that he went one step too far due to his irritation at the child’s crying. Or so the rumors say.”

Tav’s jaw fell, and it felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart.

“And what will your role in all of this be?” she asked quietly, though she had already guessed the answer.

“To procure him a new wife, of course,” he answered casually. “I happen to know a few of the noble families in Athkatla, and if he does sign, I will pull a few strings to ensure that one of those families will happily hand over their young daughter to him.”

Tav was staring at the table in front of her with an empty stare.

“This is too personal to be a coincidence, Raphael,” she muttered. “Are you really so eager to get rid of me that you will make me watch as you help a bastard that is just like my father? He won’t stop. He’ll do the same to his new wife and children.”

“Indeed, he will,” he answered with a chuckle at her naïve statement. “But he won’t do so before he has handed me his soul, which is all that matters, really. I am not eager to get rid of you, I am simply showing you the reality of what I do and who I am.”

Tav went quiet again. She shook her head and breathed deeply.

“Will he suffer?” she asked. “When he dies, I mean.”

“Of course.”

She nodded. In a way it did not matter. This would have happened even if she was not there. It did not make it easier in any way and a part of her did hate Raphael for it in that moment. On the other hand, by Raphael doing this, the man would face certain suffering in his afterlife. A fate that might not be ensured if he did not sign the deal. Men like him deserved to suffer.

“Shall we go?” he asked and held out a hand to her.

She reluctantly took it.

They appeared in a large ornate room with a big table in the middle. At the end of it sat a heavyset man with a red face, stuffing his face with food the way that only people who have never lacked it do. He stopped chewing only for a moment to look up at Raphael and her. His eyes lingered at her.

“Lord Ophal,” Raphael greeted with a charming smile. “This is a business associate of mine. Please do not mind her.”

“Raphael,” the man greeted back. “Business associate, eh?”

The man licked his greasy lips as he looked her up and down. Raphael’s grip tightened around her waist.

“Good for you, devil,” Lord Ophal said with a laugh. “She is rather pretty, I suppose. Except for those scars on her face. Play a little rough with her, eh? I don’t blame you. The pretty ones are always the mouthiest.”

Tav took the deepest breath of her life to not throw a fireball at his face. She also knew that despite Raphael’s outward appearance of calm, he did not take kindly to the comment. She could feel it in the way his breathing changed and the way his grip tightened even more around her.

“I would advise you to remember who you are speaking to,” Raphael said with eerie calmness. “Let us focus on business.”

“Apologies Saer,” the man grunted and continued stuffing his face. “Did you find me a new wife?”

“There are a few potential candidates, to go through,” Raphael answered and sat down beside him.

The two men talked for a while. Her dislike for Lord Ophal only grew with the way he was talking about those young women as if they were objects for his amusement. It took everything for her to bite her tongue, and especially at the hungry looks the lord looked at her with every now and again.

In the end, the lord decided to sign the deal. Raphael was smiling like the cat that got the cream as he did.

“And from the moment that you are a married man, our deal is in effect,” Raphael explained.

“You are invited to the ceremony if you have the time, Saer,” Lord Ophal said with a bright smile. “You can bring your little woman there too, if you please.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, my lord Saer,” Raphael said and smiled widely.

Lord Ophal might not have detected the hint of a threat in his voice, but Tav did.

He snapped and they were back at the House of Hope.

“My apologies,” Raphael said, he was still calm but there were anger and disgust hiding just beneath the surface. “Had I known that the imbecile would disrespect you and I in such a manner, I would not have brought you. I will remember this little show of disrespect once I get my hands on his soul.”

Tav knew better than to speak to him when he was in a mood like that. The line was drawn at personal insults…not child murder, or wife killing, apparently. She sat down as she waited for the storm to pass. She thought as she watched him.

Raphael was enabling murderers and abusers, and that was still difficult to feel at peace with. On the other hand, they would also one day get what was coming to them, delivered to them in tenfold. The problem was that such was also the fate of desperate innocents, such as the mother she had met the day before.

There was a part of her that had a difficult time blaming Raphael alone though. These people had all made a choice. A horrible and unfair choice, but a choice regardless. Raphael had never forced anyone, and as he had said the day before: if he did not help them, then who would? Tav was not sure what to think.

Raphael eventually calmed down, though she could still feel that he was irritated. He took her hand to lead her somewhere. When she realized that he was leading her to the hatch that led down into Hope’s old cell, her blood ran cold. They were going to visit Cassius...

The room was dark and damp. She could only see the faint outline of something hanging in the middle of the room. Raphael led her by the hand to a chair. He sat down first and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her to his lap. He ran his hand up and down her side in a comforting manner, though nothing about it was comforting. She felt like a lamb being calmed before slaughter.

When he lit up the room with a snap, the hand held her in a grip so that she could not run. She did feel like running when she saw him. Cassius was suspended in air by his Infernal chains. In contrary to when they saved Hope, the injuries that he had inflicted on Cassius were very apparent.

The chains had ripped up his arms, as it looked like he had been struggling to get free. There were wounds underneath the chains that flies buzzed around, eating at the dark rotten-looking flesh. He stared emptily at nothing in particular with his wide eyes. His mouth was open, but no screams came out, just wheezing. Blood was dripping in a steady stream from his mouth.

It was a horrifying sight. She instinctively looked away.

“You see, right here,” Raphael said calmly and put his free hand on her throat to feel for where her vocal cords would be. “When you speak, your vocal cords constrict to form sounds. Cassius’s are currently pried open by a very small and very sharp device. He is also experiencing his worst nightmares over and over again in his mind, more vividly than ever, while he cannot scream without injuring himself.”

Tav’s breathing had gotten faster, and she looked at Raphael’s face.

“I don’t want to see this,” she said quietly.

“But you will,” he answered with a smile. “We had a deal, did we not? Do you feel sorry for him? The man that almost got your friends and you killed.”

Tav didn’t answer. She could still hear Cassius’s wheezing breaths and she did not dare to look at his dead and empty stare again.

“I suppose feeling some sympathy is only natural,” Raphael mused. “You and him do have one thing in common, after all…”

Raphael put a hand behind her head and turned it to look at Cassius. She tried to turn away, but his grip did not allow it.

“Stop…please,” she pleaded.

Something was going on in Cassius’s mind that made him squirm in his chains. She saw him trying to pull his arms to himself and escape. She saw the flesh of his right arm rip as he pulled, and the bone was exposed underneath. His eyes were panicked, and the blood flowed faster from his mouth as he tried to scream. She closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes, or I will send you back,” Raphael said and placed his chin on her shoulder as he kept her close to him in his grip.

She had started to tear up, but she did as she was told.

“Good girl,” Raphael said. “As I said, the two of you have one thing in common. Cassius loved me too, the naïve boy. Were it not for his jealousy, none of us would be here at this moment.”

She could not tear her eyes from the way his arms were tearing at the chains. She could not imagine the level of fear one would have to experience to do so much damage to one’s own body just to escape.

“I humored him of course. He was a decent replacement for Haarlep for a while and I found his puppylike infatuation with me somewhat endearing. His main mistake was not getting out of the way once my interest in him faltered.”

Tav yelped as Cassius pulled one of his arms free. His hand fell to the floor, mostly degloved and only a stump of bone was left where his hand had been. He was choking on his own blood as he tried to scream, with the same empty panicked look in his eyes.

“He was stubborn, naïve, and so certain that if he only tried hard enough, he could make me love him back. A foolish endeavor, really.”

There was a flash of magic, and Cassius was back in his chains, healed and put together just enough that he would not die. Tav looked on in horror.

“Please stop—"

“Though you know all about foolish endeavors, don’t you, my sweet?” Raphael continued, ignoring her pleas. “The two of you are the same. The only difference is that I do love you, in my way, and I never cared much for poor Cassius. However, who can say for how long? My interests are ever fleeting and even when I might change my mind someday, you will still be mine.”

Tav began struggling against Raphael’s grip and there was no doubt that he could feel it. Instead of letting her go he simply tightened his grip and kissed her neck and shoulders lazily.

“You can ask Cassius how much loving me is truly worth then,” he whispered cruelly in her ear.

“Please…let this be over.”

Tav had seen many horrible things throughout her adventure, but never so up close and never had she been so unable to do anything about it. It was also different because it was someone, she knew who was getting tortured. She didn’t like Cassius, but he never deserved this. No one did.

“It will be over soon,” he said and rubbed the part of her neck that he was holding in a soothing motion. “Though I think it would only be fair that Cassius greets his guest himself.”

Raphael snapped and Cassius seemed to leave the trance he was in. His body went slack in relief. His head fell and his chin rested on his chest. He finally closed his eyes for a moment. He was breathing more normally now, and a whine left his lips, so Tav gathered that the device between his vocal cords had been removed.

“Look who came to see you,” Raphael called out to him. “A familiar face that isn’t mine for once.”

He flinched at Raphael’s voice. He slowly looked up. His expression reminded her of a scared animal that is expecting to get a beating. When his yellow eyes finally locked unto hers, they turned from fear to pure unadulterated hatred.

“You,” he said in a barely audible hoarse voice. “Of course it’s fucking you.”

Tav hesitantly opened her mouth to say something, but he cut her off.

“This is your fault…” he said with anger, his hoarse voice cracking. “You ruined my life…”

He was not wrong, though Tav had no other choice when it happened. She had handed the blame to him when Raphael had come home and confronted her and her friends. Cassius was to blame, but if she had known this would happen to him, she might have…

She wouldn’t have. She knew that was the truth. Had it happened now she would have done the same thing, though she loathed to admit it. She still felt pity and guilt when she looked at him.

He was just a young man, perhaps a few years younger than herself. The fool had had been in love with his patron, and he had done stupid things because of it. If that wasn’t something she could sympathize with, then what was?

“I’m…” Tav began. She knew there was no way any words could make up for it. “I’m so sorry.”

Cassius narrowed his tearful eyes at her in disgust. Raphael chuckled behind her.

“Are you now?” Raphael said. “Are you truly sorry that you saved your friends? Would you rather that it be you in his place?”

“I’m sorry about what you have done to him. I didn’t want this,” she said quietly. “You would not have treated me this way. Don’t act like you would.”

“No? Perhaps not,” Raphael purred in her ear. “Though I think you would be surprised the lengths I would go to when someone hurts my feelings. Did you think that it did not anger me that you wanted to leave? After everything I did for you. I was furious. I burned down half of the house in rage after you left.”

Tav had heard that from Korrilla too.

“I took out my frustrations on poor Cassius after. What he had done was no doubt stupid, but had the circumstances been different, I would not have punished him as severely as I have. Mistakes happen. The poor boy only tried to help, after all…I think I must have brought him back from the brink of death and healed him over a hundred times that night you left…”

Cassius was listening to what he was saying too. He was thrashing against his chains while he looked at Tav like a man with murder on his mind. There was nothing but hatred in his eyes.

“I’ll kill you if I ever get the chance,” Cassius said with gritted teeth. “I’LL KILL YOU LIKE I SHOULD HAVE DONE THE FIRST TIME YOU—”

Raphael snapped his fingers and Cassius went quiet and limp against his chains. Raphael finally let go of his grip around the back of her neck. She looked away immediately. She was shaking in his arms. When she looked up at him, she could see that he was enjoying the whole situation.

She was quiet. She had nothing to say to him. The whole room had turned quiet after he had put Cassius to sleep. She felt an emptiness in her chest. She felt sadness and anger at how everything had turned out. Most of all she felt exhausted, emotionally and physically after what she had just experienced.

“So,” Raphael said through the sudden quietness that had fallen upon the dungeon and brushed away a strand of her hair. “Will you want to scurry back to Baldur’s Gate immediately, or will you want to use the last couple of hours to consider your decision before you do? I suspect that this day has at the very least made you hesitate with your firm decision of staying. Am I wrong?”

Tav felt that familiar hatred of him boiling up inside herself again. Obviously for what he did, but also for how he was acting about this whole thing. How aloof he was. How little he seemed to care about everything, when she had seen with her own two eyes that he was capable of caring. She hated how that part of him was always hidden behind all his pride, his games, his bullshit…

That hatred made her see clearly for a moment. She had a realization. That was it. She knew exactly how Raphael worked: he played games. She was going to use her hatred for all it was worth.

“No,” she said coldly and wiped her tears. She could see something in his eyes change, just as she expected. “No, you might be right. I was too naïve to see it…You are an awful person. A monster who is incapable of love…And perhaps also undeserving of it.”

He was holding his perfect façade of calmness, but she could see the slight panic in his eyes. She was going off-script.

“Perhaps it was not only me who was in the right place before I took the stupid decision to come here,” she said with a bitter laugh. “Perhaps you were as well. Rotting in the Hells, alone, as you always have been, with your only company being the shadows that you look for over your shoulder…forever waiting for the next one of your kin to try to kill you, while you grasp for some semblance of control by playing with the lives of people like Cassius and I.”

His eyes narrowed at her when she got up from his lap to walk away.

“Even if I might not be able to love you, I always will pity you, Raphael,” she said quietly. “Now, I think I’d like some privacy to think before I make my decision.”

“As you wish,” he said curtly.

His short response surprised her. She had at least expected a clever retort. She threw him one last glance before making her way out of the dungeon. She caught him swallowing hard and averting his gaze to the floor when she looked at him. She knew that her words had an effect on him, though he did everything to hide it from her. She left him there and went upstairs.

He had detected no lies in what she was saying, because all of it was truth. Perhaps it was only convenient truths, in the same way that he himself liked to deceive people, but still truths. Although all of what she had said did not necessarily mean that she did not still love him.

Her realization had been correct, and she had just proven it: he was bluffing. He did not want her to leave, but he was trying to use her stubbornness against her. He had once done the same when he tried to convince her that it would be the end of the world as we knew it, if a certain orthon escaped the temple of Shar. She fell for it back then, but she would not fall for it now.

Raphael was not a stupid man by any means, but he was awfully predictable once someone had learned all his tricks. He wanted to show her the worst version of himself and then have the cruel victory of her still choosing him despite of it.

She truly was not sure what to do after everything she had seen, but she would be damned if her decision was going to be dependent on what he wanted her to do.

It would be her choice in the end, no matter what.

[mewsmagic]

Alright I did say I’d bring my infodumps and fantheying here to tumblr instead so lemme actually do this for once!!

Spoiler warning for Alrecchino’s animated short!

If you haven’t watched it yet, here’s the link!

Alright first things first! It looks like Clervie and Bulle Fruit girl were Alrecchino’s closest friends/sisters, which’s just so cute 🥺

From the visual storytelling and just how we saw Arle and Clervie together much more often than with Bulle Fruit girl, it also appears like Clervie was much much closer to Arlecchino, which’s so interesting!!

I love how Arlecchino is all about blacks, whites and occasional reds, she was always quiet and doing her own thing, and SHE HAD ACTUAL SHORT HAIR UNTIL RECENTLY ACTUALLY!!!! Gnc nation won!!!!

Anyway ahemmm LOL and Clervie was the opposite. A pink, outgoing girl, full of life and wonder for the world she lives in. Also, she was “girly” and wears dresses, while Arlecchino doesn’t seem fond of them (like me omggg)

Like, they’re literally opposites in everything, yet they were so close and so important to each other. Thinking about what comes next hurts my heart like nothing else just because of this.

Another thing I wanna bring up before we move on is: in this part, we learn that Arle’s deal with the black hand is indeed some kind of curse. And that’s probably why she was able to tell Furina’s also cursed, she had experience with one since birth after all

I LOVE THAT THEY HAD THEIR OWN PLUSHIES MADE IN THEIR IMAGE!!!! Arlecchino’s plushie is so cute!!! I wonder if she kept Clervie’s after all these years 🥺

In this part we also learn that their “mother” usually “argues” with her daughters, and for some reason Clervie has quite some injuries. From this, it’s not hard to assume she’s literally beating them up, which’s nasty.

A full grown woman beating up literal kids who cannot defend themselves? As a survivor of parental abuse, I felt this so hard, and I hate that hag so fucking much already.

This part I didn’t get at first, probably bc I didn’t pay attention to the beginning; when I watched it again, I caught it however. Their “mother” not only physically abused them but also made them battle each other to death.

Resulting in Arlecchino being the very one that killed Clervie, and potentially Bulle Fruit girl too.

Naturally, she was full of rage. I would be too, if I were in her shoes.

And that’s why I love her battle against “mother”. I didn’t take many screenshots because it’s a fast moving scene, but “mother”’s dialogue seems to hint that she’s the kind of mother that pretends to be caring and gentle but is actually cruel and ruthless in her actions. Which’s tbh the worst kind of mother probably.

Another detail that caught my eye was that Arlecchino was no match for her without her curse. But as soon as she released and embraced her curse, she not only defeated her “mother”, she blew up the entire building. Which’s epic as hell and I love that for her LOL

I find it interesting that Arlecchino was actually pretty close to becoming a criminal because of killing “mother”. Which’s so tragic when you think that she had already killed Fatui members before (Clervie and Bulle Fruit girl), but they weren’t ranked enough for it to be a big deal, like their deaths didn’t mean anything. But to Arlecchino they did… Aaaaanywayyyy.

For some reason I thought the Arlecchino title succession was much more automatic, like 1. Kill your parent 2. You’re now king. I think it’s because I’ve seen this in other shows before, but here she was taken to Snezhnaya to be judged by the Tsaritsa herself.

Luckily, the Tsaritsa not only pardoned her crimes but also promoted her to Arlecchino. Also I gotta say, her words… “My poor, mad, cursed Knave” hit me so hard. The Tsaritsa does seem to not be that cold and to empathize with her. Based of her tbh.

And at the end, we see a seemingly orphan child. At first I thought this was Freminet, but he has a more yellowish tone of eye color, so maybe this is a random kid?

Anyway, the thing that matters here is that Arlecchino says that she’ll be his strict and unfeeling “father”, which immediately stood out to me against her “mother”’s “kind and caring” approach.

Looks like she decided to be a “strict and unfeeling father” to not become like her own “mother”. This is so real of her tbh. I already knew the previous Knave was nasty, but with this animation it really hit home to me, as a survivor too.

I wanna pull her even more now LOL may all Arlecchino wanters become Arlecchino havers!!!!! I’m so excited!!!!

[honey-milkypeach]

HELLO!!! I'm here with an Au of ✨✨MORIARTY THE PATRIOT!!✨✨

In this Au is a What if Og William had Survived and adopted by a man of the lower class

Gregory Callaway:

A man that is in his late 30's.

Used to have status and a place in the high social class, but after unfortunate events in his life he ended up on the streets of London and working on a small Woodwork.

One night, after a long day, he noticed a boy who was in critical condition, so he decided to take him and try to save him, little did Gregory know that that young boy was actually a boy from a noble family.

Height: 1.79cm

Previous work: Doctor

Current work: Carpenter

Hair color: Brown reddish

Eye color: Bluey

William James Moriarty:

Being the second child of a noble family he grew up believing in noble supermassive and entitlement to disrespect or even abuse those who are lower than him.

But his world crumbles the day he is betrayed by his oldest brother with two orphans their father adopted; William was stabbed and left to die that day.

But as a miracle, he was able to get out, although he suffered severe burns when the trap to set the mansion on fire was activated.

Once out, he collapsed on the ground and passed out from blood loss, Luckily, A man was passing by and ended up saving him that day.

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THAT'S IT FOR TODAY ^^ ✨✨

Let me know what you think about this Au :3 hehehehehe

(A small drawing of both of them uwu heheh)

[wintersplctice]

Abusive Orphanage

TF141 x Y/n (Child, age your choice.)

Contains: Language, violence, mention of abuse, child abuse, etc?

You’ve been at the “Good dreams” orphanage for (Certain amount of years) and your sick of it. You are beaten if you don’t do things right and even if you do things that are small mistakes like drop a pencil by accident or talk out of turn. You hide your scars, bruises, wounds, etc under a (fav color) hoodie and black leggings. You are normally quiet and always hides in the corners. Today, you were drawing some of (Random things, doodles). Task Force 141 decided they wanted to adopt a child, so they went to the “Good dreams” orphanage and entered being greeted by a Ct (Caretaker) as they went to go talk to the kids and decide who they wanted. Soap, Price, Ghost, and Gaz went while the others stayed at base or in missions or on errands. Soap and Ghost notice you and get Gaz and Prices attention as the four walk over to you just sitting on a window sill with pillows. You’re always alone. “Whatcha, drawin lass?” Soap asked in his Scottish accent. You look up at him but don’t respond. You show him your random drawings. They’re quite detailed. “That’s some good drawings. You draw good, lassie.” Price replied. Do they always say “Lass” or “Laddie”? You continue to draw as Ghost seemed to have taken some interest in you. “What’s your name, love?” *Ghost asked in a deep menacing voice. “…Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n..” you answer quietly. “How old are ye lass?” Soap asked. “Y/g…(Your age choice )..”You’re getting stared down by some of the CT’s, making sure you act right. Ghost noticed how you slightly had one leg in the air and Gaz, Soap, and Price noticed too. “Something wrong with ya leg there Y/n?” Gaz asked. You had sprained your ankle and it hurts to put any pressure. You’re not allowed to roll up pants or sleeves for others to see. “Aye lass? Can ye roll up ye pant leg for us?” Soap asked in a soft tone. You hesitated. “It’s okay, you can pull up your pant leg.” Price reassured. You were about to pull them up when a ct grabbed your arm. “I’m so sorry gentlemen but Y/n has something she had to do! Pls excuse us!” The ct said with a sickly sweet voice. Your dragged to a “Orphans and Cts only” part of the orphanage and your pulled into. Closet before getting slapped in the face. “What was that?! You’re not allowed to do any sort of things infront of adults!Especially when they’re in the military!” The ct yelled. You later came back out and Pricd, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap are waiting for you. They notice the red mark and immediately thought about to adopt you. They discussed and came up to you. “Hey lass, how ‘bout ye come with us?” Soap asked.!”adoption basically.” Ghost said. You hesitated before nodding. They filled out a few forms before taking you with them. They haven’t discovered the scars or wounds yet.

Pt 2 of adopted Y/n? I’ll have main thing in title like “assassin y/n” from the previous story! Let me know if ye want a pt of Adopted Y/‘ or assassin y/n! ^.”.^

[cto10121]

how is jk rowling closer to dickens than donna tartt?

Rowling, like Dickens, is supremely devoted to social realism, which includes comedy, satire, and commentary. So naturally she also uses his techniques (significant character names, child POV with adult sensibility, etc.) and sometimes even tropes (abused orphan boy, mean relatives, relative and abject poverty, snobbery and classism, etc.). This is most glaringly apparent in the Strike series, to the point where they are more like sociological tomes than mysteries, but Harry Potter also fits the Dickensian mode very comfortably.

The difference is that Dickens was not really a mystery writer, whereas Rowling is, at least in plot. Also, Dickens had a much more visceral experience with poverty and institutional injustice than Rowling; there is a lack of that both-sides centrism in Dickens. He was also more influenced by Shakespearean psychology and tropes than Rowling. Rowling, however, was much more aware of white supremacy than Dickens could ever be—her understanding of class struggle includes colorism (Voldemort and some of the Death Eaters especially are aristocratically coded to the extreme - all those Anglo-Norman names! Revealingly, none of them are POC).

As for Donna Tartt, from the two (very popular) books I’ve read by her, she only uses Dickensian tropes for quasi-mythic and romantic journeys; they are largely empty of their political and social commentary, almost serving as mere literary allusions. Above all, she seems mostly concerned with the power of art, literary or otherwise.

[pop-culture-witchcraft]

Pop Culture Entity Post: Jinx

Note: This post does not go into League of Legends as Jinx’s characterization is very different in LoL than in Arcane

Media: Arcane Type of Character: Main Antagonist/Protagonist Description:Jinx, previously known as Powder, is one of the main characters in Arcane. She was an orphaned Zaunite after her parents were tragically slaughtered when she and her sister, Vi were younger. They were both taken in by Vander, the then protector of the Lanes. After Vi had abandoned her after Vander's "supposed" death, she came under the care of Silco, she is fundamentally and irrevocably changed into a nihilistic anarchist, completely rejecting her former identity and past in favor of her new moniker. (Via Fandom)

Domains Chaos Mental Health Family Machinery Creativity Innovation Childhood Anarchy

Epithets The Forgotten Child The Inventor The Loose Cannon One with the Cloud Skin The Revolutionary The Anarchist

Things to work with them on Bettering your mental health Learning to appreciate the chaos of life Healing from childhood trauma Being more creative in your day to day life Leaving abusive relationships (especially parental) Learning to find your own family

Associations Color: Blue, Pink, Black, and really any neon color Elements: Fire and Air Tarot Cards: Death, The Tower, Page of Swords, and Seven of Swords Food: Sweets Herbs: Anything toxic, Mugwort, Rosemary, Cinnamon, and Passionflower Animals: Snakes, Bunnies, Monkeys, and Butterflies Crystals: Lepidolite, Aquamarine, Hematite, and Obsidian Incense: Any spicy scents

Devotional Acts Watching Arcane Listening to alt/punk music Creating your own machines and gadgets Helping at a local kids center Helping provide harm reduction in your local community Being an activist against oppression

[morverenmaybewrites]

Hi! I'm so glad your back, Pizza Girl is my favorite fanfic of all time!!!

I have a question, about Jason's life as a adopted son of Bruce Wayne, particularly his relationship with Batfamily (especially Dick and Barbara).

During Jasons POV, he often reflects on this time as being warm and homely, easly more comfortable than his previous conditions of living (duh, but still, positive aspects). Buuut, while thinking about his relationship with members of the family, as much as he appreciates the company and patience, he often remembers feeling scared of being thrown away if he makes a mistake, and rarely mentions bonding time with his siblings.

But on the other hand, from Dick's POV, (that I think is more reliable, because Jason's POV is influenced by his abandonment related trauma), it's painfully, heartbreakingly obvious that he loves Jason like a little brother, and that both before and now he still cares and wishes to have a better relationship with him. Similarly Barbara, who's uncondicionably there for him.

So i was thinking, do you have any headcannons for how was their time together before the kidnapping? Its mentioned that it was hard for Jason to open up, but was there time when they managed to do this? What did they like about each other, did they have favorite activities to do together in their civilian lives?

(I feel like I'm asking for fluff but in reality it's tragedy knowing what inevitably happened)

Ayt, I had been putting off answering these for a while because I had a hard time articulating my thoughts on the matter. I still have a hard time articulating my thoughts, so I'm going to try and break it down.

Jason's Relationship with Bruce

I think for the most part, Jason's relationship with Bruce was informed by the fact that while Bruce deeply loved Jason, he didn't love him in the way Jason needed.

By the time the two of them met, Jason was already deeply scarred by his experiences. He was born into one of Gotham"s poorest districts, to two parents who were neglectful at best and abusive at worst.

So when he was plucked off the grimy streets of Park Row and placed into the Wayne Manor, and got told that now, he is another man's son. I imagine the change would have rattled anyone, let alone a street rat who was used to just barely surviving.

Suddenly, there was food whenever he wanted.

Suddenly, he had a bed, the sheets warm and clean and the mattress so soft that he's scared it will swallow him.

Suddenly, he had a family.

And oh, how deeply hard it was to believe that it was all for him.

I imagine he spent most of those early days waiting for the rug to be pulled out underneath him. For him to wake up one day to find himself back in Crime Alley, an orphan once more.

So a lot of his time in Wayne Manor was actually colored by paranoia that, eventually, they will get bored of him, like a rich socialite getting bored of a yapping dog when it goes out fashion.

He spent most of his time trying to prove himself to Bruce, being the best at what he can be, because you don't throw useful things away.

(It does not help that during this time, Bruce was still reeling from his fight with Dick, and ended up comparing Jason to Dick a lot, something that deeply damaged Jason.).

I think that while Bruce deeply Jason, he just wasn't able to provide the sort of loving environment one should provide to a damaged child. He gave him a home, he gave him food, and shelter, and I imagine that if Jason was the type to ask for things (he wasn't), Bruce would have given it to him without a second thought.

But he also gave him the Robin suit, and a responsibility that was, in truth, far too heavy to place on the shoulders of a child. I think Jason probably treated being Robin as a way to "earn" his position into Wayne Manor.

Batman, after all, needed a sidekick.

And Jason was desperate to give them a reason to let him stay.

But I think, that Jason's time with the Joker also colored how he perceives Bruce (how can it not). It made him forget that they had good days, too. And a lot of them.

Because Bruce did care about Jason. He was patient whenever Jason would explode into fits of anger, he let him have the run of the library, they'd talk about their favorite books, ways to better their arsenal. If they had time, I think the relationship would have turned into something beautiful.

If they had time, I think they would have been the two people in the family who understood each other best.

(But sadly, they did not have time. And these days, the memory of him makes Jason run cold.).

Jason's Relationship with Dick

They actually didn't have much of a relationship! It's something that Dick regrets and wishes to fix.

I headcanon that Jason was adopted shortly after Dick's fight with Bruce and his subsequent departure with Bludhaven. During this time, I think that Dick was busy trying to establish his own life, find his own identity. He didn't have much time to come back to Wayne Manor and get to know his new brother.

Whenever he did come by though, Dick did make an effort with Jason, and I think that mattered.

It mattered too, that he and their father were as different as night and day. While Bruce was subdued and muted, Dick was animated, chattering constantly. Asking questions.

On rare occasions, he'd take Jason out to someplace fun, joking that Bruce's idea of fun would be going through the criminal files.

He was a good big brother, when he was there. But most of the time, he was not. And that made it easier for the Joker to make Jason believe that he didn't care.

Jason's relationship with Barbara

I think that, aside from Alfred, Barbara is the closest to Jason.

While Dick was busy trying to establish himself as Nightwing and Bruce was being...Bruce, it was Barbara who took it upon herself to be Jason's mentor.

She'd often look out for him during patrols, give him pointers during training, and she'd also make it a point to make sure that Jason would be able to relax.

If the Batfam ever organized a movie night or an outing to the city park, it was because of her.

A part of Jason definitely remembers this, which is why at the start of the story, Barbara is the only one he bothers keeping in contact with.

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Character profile (WIP)

“let our blood intertwine the way our love does.”

TW: Suicide mention, child abuse, neglect (?)

GENERAL INFORMATION

— KANJI: ヴァンソーン・ヒカリ

— RŌMAJI: Vanthorn Hikari

A living puppet, one of the many attempts of Karlheinz to create the perfect creature, Hikari was adopted alongside the Mukami brothers from the orphanage, but was kept locked in Rotigenberg for a long time as Karlheinz experimented with her. Lilith, he called her, his first prototype.

— ALSO KNOWN AS:

Lux Mortis (Real name) Lilith (by Karlheinz) Bitch-chan, Hypocrite-chan (by Laito) Lux (by Ruki and Azusa; her real name.) Hika-chan (by Kou) Hikari (by Yuma) Annoying woman (by Kanato)

— HER NICKNAMES FOR THE DIABOYS:

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PERSONAL INFORMATION

— AGE: 18 (physically) — BIRTHDAY: January 25th — SIGN: Aquarius — STATUS: Alive — RACE: Human? / Doll? / Homunculus? / Humanoid thing? — GENDER: Female — SEXUALITY: Bisexual with no lean! — HEIGHT: 167 cm — HAIR COLOR: Brown (dyed), Bone white (natural hair color) — EYE COLOR: Turquoise — OCCUPATION: 3rd year High School Student at Ryoutei Academy — AFFILIATION: Karlheinz, Mukami Family — RELATIVES:

Karlheinz (Caretaker?)

— HOBBIES: Drawing — FAVORITE FOOD: Rice and Curry — CV: Saori Hayami

APPEARANCE

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PERSONALITY

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HISTORY

Born to Lysandra Mortis, a woman renowned for her otherworldly beauty and rumored to possess magical powers, Hikari's early years were tainted by tragedy. 

Lysandra, a prostitute whose enchanting beauty captivated her clients, met a grim fate at the hands of one of them, leaving behind a small baby with eyes as bright as the stars. Lux, as she was named, was born into a country torn apart by conflict, and her mother’s death added to the countless casualties of the war. Her father was never in the picture; leaving her orphaned and alone at a young age. Lux was placed in an orphanage, where she endured years of neglect and hardship like the majority of children that were victims of the war. 

Lux inherited her mother’s rare beauty, which captivated those around her. She was considered a beautiful child, with bright turquoise eyes resembling gemstones and ivory, long wavy hair, decorated with a pale, almost doll like skin; which made her stand out among the multitude of children. 

Thanks to this, Hikari was given nice treatments, she was given beautiful clothes, toys, and delicious food that she had never even seen in her life; along with a room of her own that was in a better state than the others. However, her beauty became both a blessing and a curse when the orphanage's caretakers, desperate to make ends meet amidst the chaos of war, started offering children up as merchandise and "entertainment" for the aristocrats in the country. 

Lux was one of the first children to be offered, and she quickly became one of the most popular among the aristocracy to use. She quickly gained fame by being compared to her mother, some of them called her“little Mortis”, directly comparing them. They enjoyed seeing the bruises form in her skin, and the contrast the scarlet of her blood made against the white of her hair. 

Her innocence was ripped from her without a warning, leaving behind scars that ran deeper than the surface ones showed. 

Hikari’s only comfort was a small group of kids she met through Kou, a bright child that approached her one day in the aristocrat-filled clubs, a victim of the same fate she had endured. 

One day, a tall man with white hair, arrived at the orphanage, promising hope and happiness to Lux and her friends. Karlheinz was his name. He took Lux and four boys to the demon world, where Lux would see her best friends for the last time. 

Waking up in an unfamiliar room, Lux found herself alone with Karlheinz, who revealed they were in Rotigenberg, her new home. Karlheinz, aware of Lux's potential from her mother's stories, began experimenting with his magic on her. He gifted her a new heart crafted from his powerful magic, granting her abilities beyond those of a normal human. His plan was starting, and she was to be one of the first subjects.

However, as his experiments progressed, it became apparent that Lux's severe trauma rendered her unfit for the role of the perfect "Eve" he so craved. “Lilith” he called her. The original, broken one. 

Disappointed by his failed experiment, Karlheinz slowly withdrew his presence from Lux's life, leaving her alone in the tower where she had been subjected to his experiments.

The abandonment by Karlheinz, after initially showering her with attention and affection, shattered Lux's fragile state of mind. Faced with reminders of her past torment, she resorted to drastic measures to cope with her pain, including cutting off her long, silver hair that made all the memories from her childhood come back like a knife against her skin.

Years passed, and just when Lux had resigned herself to a life of solitude, Karlheinz returned with a new proposition. He presented her as a crucial component of his Adam and Eve project, a pawn in his game now started game with fate. He renamed her Hikari, meaning "light," perhaps as a cruel reminder of the beacon of hope she once represented. Desperate for a sense of belonging, Lux accepted her new identity and dyed her hair brown as a symbol of her desire to leave her painful past behind, she grew it again, but kept it shorter than it used to be in her childhood, and resorted to wearing thick chokers again. 

She had one mission, to serve as motivation for them to fulfill his plan. She was then sent to the Sakamaki mansion under the excuse of a new bride, her true motives hidden beneath a façade of compliance and obedience perfectly crafted to charm the potential "Adam"s.

RELATIONSHIPS

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ABILITIES

Immortality - Hikari ceased to age due to Karlheinz's experiments, and cannot die of natural causes. Her immune system is almost perfect, so human illnesses don't really affect her, she can only die if the wounds are too much for her body to heal itself.

Faster Healing - Her body has the ability to heal from injuries at an accelerated rate. Wounds that would be dangerous to humans heal within a short moment for her.

Enhanced senses - Hikari’s senses are heightened to be more than a normal human's. She can see better, hear better, and moves with grace and agility that surpasses human limitations.

Magic - It's unknown if Hikari's talent with magic is due to Karlheinz own magic or due to her mother's supposed one; but it seems she has an easier ability to it than a common human.

ETYMOLOGY

Hikari's name is written in katakana, but can also be written in kanji as 光.

Both of her names Hikari (ヒカリ) and Lux (ルクス) mean "Light" - Lux being in Latin and Hikari in Japanese, her name just seems to be a translation unlike how the Mukami's have different original names. (Like Yuma being called Edgar and Kou Emilio).

Her last name "Vanthorn" (ヴァンソーン) comes from the word "Vanus" in Latin, which means "vain" and the English word thorn.

Her real last name, "Mortis" comes from the Latin word "Mors" which means death.

TRIVIA

- Hikari is right handed.

- She is very bad with technology, whether it’s phones, computers, or anything like that.

- She is very interested in fashion and makeup! She likes dressing up, putting on makeup and doing her hair!

- She dyes her hair every two weeks, she also dyes her eyebrows and tints her eyelashes.