After watching the Screen Rant interview, I want Season 3 of Prodigy without Admiral Janeway or Chakotay appearing at all. Holo Janeway is more than enough. Kate is clearly against J/C for whatever reason, and she even went after Brett for wanting Gwyn/Dal. I'd rather enjoy Season 3 with the Protostar kids only and not get frustrated with the J/C stuff. Please, I'm begging. Brett, my beloved.
Media and art are escapism. We live in super messed up times, and I just want two imaginary, make-believe characters to kiss so my mind can escape into something positive and feel the love that the world is so clearly missing. People find comfort in art and can feel a bit of love through imaginary characters in this messed up world. The rest of Prodigy is about hope; J/C is about (romantic) love, and it's a positive path to take, especially in times where men are being taught to hate women by idiots like Tate. And here you have a character, a man (Chakotay), who gives zero fucks about power dynamics and gender roles. We want them together as a middle finger to the gender roles imposed by social norms. Janeway hates to cook and do house chores, Chakotay does not. Janeway likes to be in command, Chakotay is fine being her support. They are breaking the tiresome stereotypes, and dunking on the shippers for wanting them to be together is just playing into the 'a strong woman can only be strong if she is forever alone' trope. It's an outdated mindset.
That is why Kate. For every girl and woman who was told repeatedly she'll be alone and that no man would want her because she didn't fit the gender role. Because she wanted to be in power and be loved at the same time. For daring to want both. Women can have both. Women are allowed to have both. Being in a romantic relationship is not weak, and it's freaking weird to be saying that having two characters be in a romantic relationship who clearly love each other beyond words would do them a disservice. What does that teach the kids? That you have to choose? That having a powerful bond and a romantic relationship is mutually exclusive? It's weird, and I'm tired of pretending that it's not.
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silver and blaze bound by fate and they discover same circular markings on their hands and they keep finding each other over and over again and the longer it goes on the more eerie and unsettling and concerning it gets and they keep coming back from their worlds that they have trouble describing and there are fires behind their eyes that sometimes don't feel as metaphorical as they should. it was never cute or charming or romantic to them and they are terrified and they only have each other to face the cosmic horror haunting their every step with. they are bound by fate and it is tearing them into shreds and no one else could ever even come close to understanding the terrors that neither of them can even recall themselves anymore
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when I was a kid I thought the anti-sex people were fundamentally just misogynists and homophobia was a natural outgrowth of that misogyny & I still think that's a significant part of it, but damn did I underestimate how many people have a deep rooted need to be reassured that it's actually natural and right to be repulsed by how other people express and experience their sexuality, and those feelings are, rather than something they need to process in private, an actual a solid foundation for like. the laws that govern their countries. every day the basic life skill of separating "this made me feel bad" from "someone did a bad thing" eludes so many people across the political spectrum. unfortunate.
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So earlier today I introduced some of my WIPs to some new people, and I realised that many people might not be familiar with those two WIPs.
Kriya Petri: fantasy (with body horror & dystopian elements). Setting: A country called Fillor on a planet called Thuluke.
In Fillor, to bind yourself to the one you love, you require a trinamate potion to seal the bond. 'Trinamate' is marriage (though that is a rather crude translation of the word). But to get a trinamate potion legally, the couple needs to be… acceptable. A man and a woman who plan to have at least one child. Yes, it's been 1000 years since the global apocalypse, but 'sufficient reproduction' is still a concern among the Filore people (plus it's a moral virtue for the Divine Monarchy, who reside on the cloudlands, with an iron grip on the institutes of Fillor).
A potioneer wants to elope with their lover, but the pair is, let's just say, not acceptable. So what are they to do? The potioneer brews a trinamate potion on their own, finding the closely guarded methods & ingredients for the potion through who-knows-who, bunch of shady people.
The potion explodes.
The potioneer knows the punishment for something like this. They'll be condemned to Kaewoe (so will their lover, if anyone finds out), a realm so deep below the ground that it's close to the core of the planet. Kaewoe, where the mind & body are destroyed by the horribly high concentration of magic. Kaewoe, the names & lives & loves of all who enter it, all slowly turned to unknowledge.
Good thing stealing identities is absurdly easy in Fillor! The potioneer wipes all memory of their crimes & love (or else the Thought magicians would know), flees to the city of Naebo. Their name is now Kriya Petri,
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Welcome To The Real World: scifi, fantasy, surrealism, horror, tragedy
This one's in very early stages
Inspired by Frankenstein
Setting: The Great South Asian Rip in Reality, where physics (time & space both) is just completely twisted. The year is sometime in the 2070s. Sometimes it's the 2040s outside the Rip. Depends when/where you step out. Moh-maya, reality's very fabric & everything that keeps up the illusions that comprise reality, are very malleable in here.
Main character: Kabir aka Moksh. A closeted Indian trans man who lives a double life, perhaps even a triple life.
One in which he's a cis woman & a regular bright STEM student (STEM studies also include study of moh-maya).
Another in which he's just some guy with good friends (the most authentic of his lives), where he goes by the name Kabir & uses moh-maya to present as his true self. If only temporarily. (it's painful, mentally & physically, whenever he has to revert to the female form).
The third is some mad scientist bullshit, he's going by the name of Moksh among his fellow mad scientists & his main project is a moh-maya Frankenstein's monster that others can share their consciousness with, such that they can experience shape-shifting more easily & go where they physically aren't, do things they physically can't. Let's simply call it the 'entity'.
Due to many reasons, creating this entity is pretty illegal. Hence the new name & collaboration with fellow shady people.
the plot, put shortly: he starts doing vigilante justice w/the entity & then goes far & gets more & more consumed w/work & things go verrrrrrryyyyyy wrong despite starting with (dubious but) good intentions.
in this second one i neglected to mention the fact that you, as the reader, get front row tickets to the main character's spiral into madness & justifying murders thru the entity + the entity is a whole person & has opinions + a whole lot of other stuff, I DID mention that this WIP is in very early stages but holy fuck i could go on & on about it (just not in a way that can be packaged in a structured & sensible introduction)
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Reaching for that Midnight WIP
It's been a while--and I'm very late to this. I don't have a lot to share, but since it's been so long and I could use a confidence boost I figured. Why not, right?
Thank you @thequeenofthewinter @maldov @tallmatcha @blossom-adventures and countless others for tagging me in their WIPs. I love seeing all of your beautiful work--it genuinely brings a smile to my face <3
Consider all of you, plus @thelavenderelf @mikasura-art and @fallen-chances tagged for this upcoming Wednesday >:3c Or whenever, really. Obviously I don't know how to follow protocol--
Anyway. We're in chapter two of the sequel! And here's what I have so far. Hope you enjoy!
Less than a week later, they had arrived at their destination—but Vigdis could only groan once Mournloaf crossed the bridge and entered the threshold of the village.
The sun’s rays beamed down on the small town, its brilliance signalling midday. A grand mountain loomed just beyond, its shadow nowhere to be found, its sharp peak piercing the clear blue sky. Few villagers busied themselves with chores, their arms full of firewood or wheat or buckets of fish. Birds chirped noisily, their songs joined by the cries of a distant elk as pungent river water wafted through the air.
Vigdis dismounted Mournloaf and led her towards the inn, where she secured the reins to a hitching post. She turned just as Serana’s boots hit the ground with a soft thud. Even though her leather hood obscured her dark hair and shadowed her pale face, her persimmon eyes still squinted from the brightness. The hunter snorted derisively, which instantly earned her a dirty look.
“What?” the vampire snapped, her hands on her hips. “It’s so bright out here. I don’t know how you stand it.”
“I don’t,” Vigdis quipped as she crossed her arms.
“Then let’s get indoors; or in a cave. Anywhere—just out of this.”
Vigdis’ lip twitched as she shook her head. Although it wasn’t the first time Serana had complained about the sun, she found the brunette’s discomfort almost amusing.
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