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max1461 · 6 months

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How many times did writing systems individually evolve?

Writing has been independently invented at least three times in human history: once in Mesoamerica, once in Mesopotamia/Egypt, and once in China.

The only script from Mesoamerica that has been deciphered is the Maya script, attested from around 200BC until the time of the Spanish conquest, when (to my understanding) the scribes were all either killed or retrained in writing Spanish and knowledge of the script was lost. It was subsequently deciphered again in the late 20th century, though the corpus is fairly small (most of it epigraphic) as only a handful of codices remain. Earlier, undeciphered forms of writing or proto-writing predate the Maya script in Mesoamerica, such as the (Epi-)Olmec script.

The situation in the Ancient Near East is a bit more complex. Two extremely early forms of writing are attested there, Egyptian hieroglyphs (in Egypt) and Sumerian cuneiform (in Mesopotamia). Both date from the end of the third millennium BC (that is, c. 3000BC), and one or the other has the claim to being the first writing system ever invented. My impression is that every once in a while they'll dig up an inscription from Egypt that sets the date back a little and makes Egyptian the oldest, then they'll dig up something from Mesopotamia that makes Sumerian the oldest, back and forth. But I don't know the details, maybe an Egyptologist or Sumeriologist can come in here and confirm or deny.

Anyway, one of the great things about cuneiform in particular is that there is a clear archeological record of its emergence out of proto-writing. So, linguists and epigraphers say that some system of symbols is a "writing system" when it can be used to represent a spoken language in its totality. For instance, English writing can represent any spoken English sentence, so it counts. If a system cannot systematically represent speech, but is still used for more limited kinds of communication or record keeping, it is dubbed "proto-writing". All writing systems are thought to have emerged out of earlier systems of proto-writing, in which symbols were used iconographically in various ways, before becoming fully systematized and coming to represent spoken words. With cuneiform, there is a record of this whole transitional process, which has probably informed theories about the development of writing generally more than anything else.

In any case, Egyptian hieroglyphs and Sumerian cuneiform emerged side by side at about the same time, so it is generally thought that their development was subject at least to cross-influence of various kinds, and thus they should not be counted as wholly separate "inventions of writing". But I don't know the details of this.

The last case in which writing was independently invented was in ancient China, with the oracle bone script, attested from about 1200BC. By the time of its first attestation, however, the oracle bone script was already very systematized and complex, leading most scholars to believe that it must have been in use for several centuries before the earliest extant examples. One way or another, unlike the previously mentioned scripts, the details of its initial development and any possible predecessor systems are totally unknown. Another difference is this: the Maya script and cuneiform both completely died out, leaving no descendants in use today. Egyptian hieroglyphs also died out, although if it is in fact true that the proto-Canaanite script is adapted from hieroglyphs, then they left many indirect descendants (including the Latin characters I am using right now!). The oracle bone script, on the other hand, evolved directly into modern Chinese characters, which are used today to write Chinese and Japanese (in the form of kanji) and formerly also Korean (hanja) and Vietnamese (chữ Nôm).

More cases of independent invention are possible, but are unconfirmed. Systems like the Vinča symbols are so old that they went out of use before cuneiform even developed, but they are generally regarded as being in all likelihood examples of proto-writing and not true writing systems. The Indus Valley Civilization had some symbols, but they are also undeciphered and are also probably not true writing. The Brahmi script of ancient India (c. 300BC) is sometimes argued to be an independent invention, but similarities to Aramaic have led many to believe it was at least influenced by earlier Semitic scripts (themselves all descended from proto-Canaanite, and thus, putatively, from Egyptian hieroglyphs). Rongorongo may be a writing system independently invented in Rapa Nui (Easter Island), but again it remains undeciphered and may be proto-writing. There are probably various other such examples.

Anyway, the answer to "how many times did writing systems independently develop" is "at least three, maybe a few more".

#linguistics

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yggdrasilhypno · 5 months

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So let’s chat about how our words can slowly and surely corrupt others, shall we? Now, to elaborate i mean how our words can subconsciously affect another’s mind, perhaps putting in small suggestions here and there of our own accord. It’s a bit of a tricky thing to pull off, but once it’s accomplished, they’ll have your scripture buried deep within their own subconscious.

You see, it’s all about word choice and timing with this, because you can’t simply tell someone to feel nice and dizzy around you bluntly to them, right? While direct words and actions affect those around you, it’s the indirect words weaving their ways deep that truly make an impact on someone. Namely, this has to do with what words you decide to slip in. The mind can be easily alerted to presences alien to its own, words that may ring any bells of caution deep within, it can create a feeling of unfocused panic or wakefulness when you truly want to deepen their dizzy minds.

The remedy to this is all about synonyms and placement within your own vocabulary. For example, if i told you that it’s common to feel warm and dizzy while I’m speaking to you, it can set off certain reactions in the brain, not quite creating the result you may want. Instead, it’s all about using conversation and trust to carefully communicate your point across. The balance between hiding your points in identifiable chunks to the subconscious while safekeeping them from the detection of the conscious mind is a tricky one to get across, but after time it becomes second nature.

Of course vocabulary can always help, so those warm and dizzy feelings can be described with other terms, like a midsummer’s night under a blanket or the ditzy dreamy spins you feel when you’re deeply enamored by someone. Making your own terms and comparisons as well can help, so don’t afraid to be creative with how you weave webs of words around weak minds.

One of my favorite talking points when it comes to this subject too is all about conversational hypnosis and how it ties into all of this, and to put it simply, they’re incredibly similar in the process. If you don’t know, conversational is a form of hypnotic induction where the language of trance is less direct and more personal, as if it’s just one person talking to another like it’s another normal evening. It’s quite magical realizing just how powerful a normal conversation can be with another, establishing links of trust and connection as you toy around with your words, finding the smallest of windows for you to slip within and hide your easiest of suggestions for them to follow.

The best part about all of this however is seeing the results for yourself. Finding your willing victim stumbling over their words as they try and grasp why they’re so sleepy around you, why they feel so safe around you and yet so disoriented. It’s truly special watching their minds try and make sense of the situation as you calm them down and assure them it’s all normal as they nod their heads without even realizing. Perhaps they’ve even begun to realize how warm the room has gotten and how they can’t seem to grasp a grip on reality or fantasy as the two seem to mix together, as if caught under a spell. The whole process is quite magical, after all. It warms my heart knowing their struggles will turn into smiles soon enough when they realize that it’s okay to simply let go and enjoy the time they spend with their other. After all, what’s a little time feeling so warm and dizzy after a long day?

But, that’s enough of my rambles, if you’ve found yourself feeling any sensation of warmth or dizziness, you’re allowed to ride that feeling out as long as you want. Until then, cheers!

#brainwashing #hypnok1nk #hypnodomme #hypnosis #hypnosub

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armpirate · 25 days

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 17

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 17 minutes

As she bit her lip, she rolled in her bed, trying to get that kiss out of her head. She could almost still feel the texture of his mouth and the warmth of his tongue gently rubbing against her as she tried to hide her head with the covers. She was sure that if it had been any other person, it would have gone further most definitely. She wouldn't have hesitated to take it to the next level, because it wouldn't have changed a thing to control herself from her wildest fantasies. He had been the main character in them for months before they met, and it didn't change a thing. She was still as into him as she was when he was simply a voice in her earphones.

San: Are you awake?

Her smile came through before she was able to control it, hiding under the blanket as if anyone would be watching her.

Just like her, San had been trying to sleep, with no luck, because every time he closed his eyes, that kiss kept replying in his head, as he kept thinking whether he should've tried to go further, until he drowned himself back to reality and realized he was too scared to do it even if he wanted to.

He encouraged himself enough to send her a text when he saw her going online, to then go back to being offline. Asking her whether she was awake was an indirect way to confess he was checking on her status constantly, in hopes she was as sleepless as he was.

Talking with her after finding out the medication in her fridge felt different. Not because she was different, but because there was that doubt in the back of his head making him wonder if he should ask her about it. And that was actually his main intention when he slid in their chat.

Y/n: I can't sleep

Y/n: And I guess you can't either

San: Well, I could be sleepwalking

Y/n: Are you?

Y/n: That means that if I ask you anything, will I get it out of you?

San: Could be

Y/n: Anything?

San: Yeah

Just with that question any idea to build a conversation about that topic disappeared for San, not wanting to ruin that good atmosphere. It wasn't something he could ask either. She should be the one telling him because she felt comfortable enough to do it.

At some point, he thought Y/n would go for a serious question. She had settled the conversation to a whole different vibe for a few seconds, to get him ready for the question that was about to come through.

Y/n: Does pineapple belong to pizza?

That lighthearted and dumb question made him cackle, forgetting for a moment he was sharing an apartment with two other people, with one of them having their room next to his.

San: Of course it does!

Y/n: Yeah, we can't be friends

San: I thought there were several other reasons as to why we can't be friends, but you draw the line at a fruit.

San: Alright.

Y/n: And I thought you agreed with us being friends

San: I can't be friends with people I want to kiss until our lips are swollen

Air left her lungs all of a sudden with the way he worded that phrase. He was so effortlessly flirty and hot when he wanted to.

And that made her nervous.

It was the first time she didn't know how to answer a text. Every time she typed something, she ended up deleting to write something else, that would be erased eventually, too. And that constant "typing..." and "Online"shifts were making him nervous, to the point where he wondered if he shouldn't have said that.

Y/n: So you want to kiss me?

She regretted sending that text almost instantly. It sounded so annoying and radiated so much fake innocence that it made her cringe.

San: Yes

San: If I hadn't had that little problem I probably would be glued to you right now.

Y/n: If you had stayed this long, we probably would've dealt with that problem by now

San: Really?

San: how?

Y/n: Cold shower, and then some skincare. I bet your problem would go away quick as fuck seeing me that way.

San: I bet you look cute that way

San: And now... Skincare routine? And then kissing you again? Why didn't we come up with this like four hours ago?

Y/n: Because we both were thinking about anything else but skincare

San: It's settled tho

San: Making out and skincare routine, and then making out again?

Y/n: Look how brave you look through messages... Let's see if you say the same while speaking directly with me

San didn't even take a minute before clicking on her name to call her, surprising her by how late he was calling. Not because she was bothered by it, but she knew he was sharing his apartment with his two friends.

—That's because you make me nervous —he said as soon as she picked up the call, speaking lowly so he wouldn't wake anyone up.

—You're still speaking to me —she giggled.

—But I have to look at you when I'm with you.

—Oh wow, thanks I guess. So decent of you —she ironically said—. I'll wear a bag on my head from now on.

The way he cackled out loud made Mingi feel forced to hit on his wall twice, just to warn him that the next time he attempts to be loud, he'd be the one showing up in his room to shut him up. San instantly cut his laugh, letting it evolve into some quiet giggles.

—I mean that it makes me nervous —he confessed while giggling—. You have a really expressive face.

—I've never been told that before.

—Well, it's true. Whenever you like something, I can tell clearly you do because it's all over your face. Your eyes open up a bit more when you're excited, like you smile with them first —he said—. And your nose scrunches a bit when you dislike something, like when you tried the mint choco ice cream and then pretended you liked it.

—That doesn't answer my question.

Although it did tell her a lot of many different things that she wasn't able to process at the moment.

—I get nervous because I want to get that eye smile instead of the nose scrunch, so my brain focuses on not fucking it up. And I get so focused on that that I react late, or I completely zone out.

—You do realize that it's way easier for you to get that smile you're talking about than the scrunch, right? —she confessed— I understand what you mean though.

He knew she did. If she didn't, she probably would've blocked him after he practically dragged her to hang out with his friends in the ice cream shop. To that day he still couldn't understand how she agreed to that after he ghosted her.

—You're so lucky you hooked me up with your sexy voice —she mentioned.

—My voice is sexy?

—Oh, don't act like you don't know that —she cut him off—. Soundleasure doesn't exist because you sound like a honk.

—Nope, I actually made you sound like one.

—Hold on a minute —she cackled, feeling forced to move the phone away from her head as her body moved to the side with her laugh—. Where in the world my moans sound like honks? —she asked when moving her phone back to her ear.

—I don't know. It's been a while. Maybe you should try to light me up and refresh my memory.

—I see what you tried to do there —she bit her lip—. Why don't I refresh your memory, and send you to sleep? Because you clearly forgot you have to wake up early tomorrow for class.

—But you can't deny it was slick, right? —he continued.

—I'll tell you when you're able to do it in person —she teased him back—. You still have a long way to go.

After a short stop, San felt like talking again. He knew that if the silence continued long enough, one of them would suggest hanging up. And he didn't want her to end the call, even if that meant feeling like sleeping on the university desk while he overheard some lecture about programming.

—The camping is this weekend —he started, changing the topic—. We'll probably go hiking and fishing. Do you have everything you need?

—I don't know—she admitted—. My mother hates the idea of nature, and I've never really had friends with whom I could do it.

Her tone suddenly changed to a sadder one, even if she tried to hide it as much as possible.

—I'll have to teach you how to fish, then. I'm the best —he continued—. I once got one that was a meter long.

—Seaweeds don't count —she immediately replied.

—I promise I did! —he insisted.

—Sure, right.

—You don't believe me? I'll show you on Saturday.

—When you don't even know how to put the bait, you'll have to give a lot of explanations —she clicked her tongue—. But answering your question: no, I don't. I don't even know what I need.

—Do you want us to meet tomorrow and buy what we need? —he quickly asked, although he immediately regretted it at the thought of her declining his offer.

—Yeah, why not? I'll love to hear all those lies you're cooking right now in person —it sounded like a threat.

—You'll see I'm not lying.

—Uh-hum —she nodded, as if he was seeing her—. What time do you want to meet? Five?

—Yeah, at five is perfect —he excitedly answered.

—Then I'll see you tomorrow.

—Bye.

—Bye —she whispered with a smile before hanging up the phone.

San was left looking stupidly at his own phone, still reading her name at the top of his screen before something suddenly flicked his forehead through his bangs and made him instinctively move back.

When he looked up, Mingi was looking at him with an annoyed expression.

—I know you're in love and shit feels like you don't need to sleep to get energy, but some others are normal and actually need to sleep —his voice sounded heavy as he scolded him—. If I hear you again, I will make sure you won't sleep ever again. And you don't wanna know how.

After giving him one last killing look, Mingi got out of the room.

San moved around nervously at the entrance of the shop, hiding his hands in the pockets of his bomber while he waited for her. She wasn't late, and it wasn't like she disappeared -she answered to one of his texts not even ten minutes back-, it was just that he got there half an hour early, and people around him were looking at him as if he were crazy.

He was sure that if he sat or crunched next to the column at the entrance, people would give him money for charity.

The bus stop wasn't far from where he was living, and he walked pretty fast, so it wasn't like he'd get late if he had left his place later. But he just was so excited to see her, to manage to be the one to ask her out, that he didn't want to risk it and be late and make her be the one waiting for him.

His back quickly straightened as he recognized her car entering the parking lot. She looked so beautiful as she hopped off, securing her boots on the ground before she completely revealed the rest of her outfit. She was looking more informal than usual with those tight jeans, the tucked in t-shirt and the white blazer.

What was he supposed to do when she reached him? Kiss her? Hug her? Shake her hand?

—Did I make you wait a lot? —she worriedly asked.

—No, I've just got here —he lied.

—Great, then!

He felt a bit relieved when she rubbed his arm, guiding him inside the store.

—How was class? —she asked first, reaching for a cart that he sneakily took from her so she wouldn't have to push it.

—Hmm boring, nothing new —he shrugged—. How was work?

—Pretty much the same —she sighed—. At least it was a calm day. I didn't have to leave my office, I didn't have to deal with anyone... Actually, it was a good day —her tone shifted to a happier one as she said that.

—That's good to hear —he smiled.

—What do you have to buy? —she asked as they entered one of the aisles filled with running clothes.

—Me?

Nothing. He didn't have to buy anything.

Not only was it an excuse to keep talking with her, but he also guessed she probably didn't have absolutely any campware that she could take. It wasn’t a wild guess, it was something that crossed his mind after hearing her mention a few times how comfortable she felt in his group, and how much she liked that atmosphere since she wasn't able to leave a similar one… and how she admitted the previous night she never went to one.

And it wasn't like he wanted to directly act like he knew she didn't go camping in her life, it could be she did, but she just didn’t care about anything she needed because others took care of it. It just felt better to ask her that way.

—I have to buy... a... water bottle.

—A water bottle? —she looked at him confused— You've come all the way from your place to buy a water bottle that you could've bought anywhere else?

—It's a special water bottle that is only sold here.

—Ah okay.

She walked next to him, carelessly placing her hand near his as she helped him push the cart. Her hand was so close that just one slight move could make their fingers rub, but it seemed like she didn't notice at all by the way she looked around like she wasn't sending him into an inner hysteria.

—What should I buy? —she innocently turned to him.

—Hmm?

—You're the one who knows about this. What should I buy if I have nothing?

—Main things —he seriously mentioned, stopping his walk—: A sleeping bag, a pillow, a pad, a bag and a lintern —he mentioned, lifting a finger with every item—. I have all the other important things.

—Should I buy camping clothes, too?

—Hmm, not really. If you have comfortable clothes, and shoes that will allow you to walk comfortably, you won't need anything else. It isn't like we are seriously camping either.

—What does that mean?

—It means that we walk for thirty minutes before Hongjoong starts asking to go back to the camping base —he admitted in a whisper—. And we spend like a day and a half near the beach.

As they walked together, and her hand remained in the same place, San spotted a continuous movement from her thumb on three of her fingers, she kept rubbing it against the fingertips of her other fingers.

He had noticed it before.

He wondered if it was a nervous tick.

After twenty minutes, she only left his side to try on some hiking clothes she thought of buying, leaving him alone in one of the aisles while he uninterestedly looked around.

—Hey —a feminine voice got him to immediately lift his head, momentarily thinking it was Y/n—. I saw you've been looking around in this area for a bit.

—I'm not stealing anything —he hurriedly mentioned.

Instead of scaring her away, that comment made the blonde giggle as she looked away before driving her eyes back on him.

—Even if you were stealing, I wouldn't say anything. It would be a secret between us —she whispered.

He scanned her clothes, noticing she wasn't wearing the uniform the rest of assistants were wearing.

—I saw you a bit lost, and thought that maybe I could help you out —she shrugged.

He went completely mute, unable to process what was going on other than having a woman a bit shorter than him, and that was probably around his age, talking to him unprovoked and getting closer for no reason.

—Well, I don't need help —he shut off every possibility of the girl to keep talking to him—. I'm just looking.

Y/n, from afar, was holding the few clothings she managed to try on and like when she came across that scene. San was smiling nervously while the girl, who she could only see from aback, placed her hand comfortable on their cart.

No uniform, and with that body language... Y/n could tell what her intentions were by the way her hair swayed with the movements of her head.

And it annoyed her. She had no reason to be annoyed, but it made her want to get there.

And with those thoughts, her feet started moving in their direction, throwing the clothes inside the cart and positioning herself next to San to intertwine her arm on his.

—I'm already done —she innocently smiled at him.

—Oh —the disappointment in her tone gave out that her suspicions were right—. So it's true that you're here with your girlfriend... —the girl mumbled— I just wanted to check if he needed any help —she justified herself to Y/n—. It was nice meeting you —she told him, before escaping that uncomfortable situation.

It wasn't like Y/n was paying any attention to any of her words as she saw her walk away. The only thing that stuck with her was how San possibly said he was there with his girlfriend, instead of trying his luck to flirt with someone.

—What was that? —San asked, looking at her with a smile.

—This? —she looked at their arms, shrugging without changing her posture while she walked again— I saw you with her, and thought: what if someone we know saw you? Wouldn't they think it's weird? I did it for that, because we're supposedly dating for your friends and my circle —she lied.

That wasn't even one of her worries. It didn't even cross her mind until she had to come up with an excuse.

—Did you tell her you were here with your girlfriend? —San nodded, still walking next to her— Why?

—Because... —instead of admitting what crossed his mind, he played along— The same as you. What if someone saw me? It'd be inappropriate of me to flirt with someone else while I'm dating you. What if someone overheard our conversation?

First of all, he didn't even know how to speak with that girl. And second, did he even want to be able to speak to her at all?

—We're a good team —she pressed her fingers on his bicep—. We're so connected for this cause that we even think alike.

She tried to play it cool, unaware that San felt like hiding his real intentions as much as she did.

They both walked around like that the rest of the time they were there. Neither bothered to move away. And, even if they did check on something, the other went back to that same position as if it was fixed they had to be holding like that.

It was only at the exit that they moved away, having Y/n suddenly stopping and having him stopping too with her bags as she worriedly looked at him.

—We didn't buy the water bottle.

—What water bottle? —San asked, confused at first— Ah, that water bottle —he immediately remembered— I'll buy one somewhere else.

—Didn't you say they only sell it here? —she inquired.

—Yeah, but it's alright —he tried to hurry her to start walking to her car.

—We're already here. If you need it, we can leave the bags in my car and get back inside.

—It's alright —he insisted.

Despite carrying a bag filled with her clothes with his left hand, San walked towards her and gently pushed her so she'd start walking.

—You didn't need any water bottle, right? —she inquired again.

—I told you I don't mind buying a different one.

It was obvious he was lying by the way his lips were exaggeratedly pouting, that she couldn't do anything but smile as she followed him to her car.

That water bottle wasn't mentioned ever again while she drove him to his place, not even to tease him, until she parked the car in front of his building.

—I feel so bad for making you go all the way to that place and not get anything.

—I told you it doesn't matter —he assured her—. I'll buy what I need tomorrow.

—That's a relief —she smiled at him—. Because I was thinking that I should've made up for making you show up even if you didn't need that bottle.

—Make up? —he stuttered.

—Hmm —she nodded.

His heart pumped against his chest when she undid her belt, turning completely to him before she leaned to his body.

—Yeah —she whispered, landing a soft kiss on his cheek—, when someone does something for you, the best you can do is thank them back by giving them something they want, show them how grateful you are.

He felt so weak as her lips rubbed his skin all the way down to his jaw, that he thought he was probably imagining it. His whole body squirmed when it first got into contact with the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling her lips warm and wet and she gave soft kisses all over his freckles.

He felt instantly guilty when the first image in his head was having her head bobbing in his lap. They had talked about it so many times before, that he couldn't help but crave that experience with her only.

—But you came because you needed that bottle, so I don't really have anything to make up for —she finally said.

—What? —he was shocked when she moved away.

—We both needed something, so we were just shopping together.

—But I didn't need that water bottle —he finally admitted—. I promise, I didn't need anything. I have everything at home.

She pecked his lips first, having San instantly answering back with his mouth sucking on her lower lip. He almost got her there, feeling her hormones boiling as she kept pushing herself to drive them to her place.

Breaking the kiss, Y/n stopped herself from falling into her own needs. While getting a taste of her secret vice was tempting, she felt strong enough to ignore it. Not only because she felt responsible to be extra careful with what she chose to do with San, but because there was something scaring her of going further.

—Take this as a lesson not to lie to me —she told him.

—But I told the truth —he pouted, aiming for another kiss before she moved back.

With a smile, Y/n kissed the tip of his nose.

—I'll see you on Friday.

That bottle thing was the best excuse she could come up with to have him thinking about her until they met again on Friday.

She planted a soft kiss on his lips before he stepped out of her car. It was cute seeing him mumbling as he kept scolding himself. She was able to tell there was no bottle he'd need from only that place the second he came up with it, and she thought that it was a sweet gesture to do something for her without bragging about it. It felt different.

She liked how light everything was with San, how nothing felt forced or out of place. How comfortable they felt around each other, and the trust they were building up was something she appreciated a lot, even more than how attracted she felt towards him. It all just felt genuine.

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crippleprophet · 9 months

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i want to thank you for your post from a few months ago about abandoning the idea that health is good. it's helped me process and unpack just how much the health framework has damaged me (and everyone; you could get multiple phds exploring how the concept of health categorizes and controls bodies!). and those ideas have extended beyond my personal life to my academic and professional writing and my interactions with loved ones - they've reached and impacted a lot of people.

i was a disabled child in a family of career athletes; the health paradigm was deeply engrained at an early age. now that i'm finally shaking those teachings, i've gotten a lot out of reanalyzing ideas i've always framed through a health lens. if it doesn't matter if i "eat healthily," since that's a meaningless concept, then how and why do i choose what i eat? why do i want to stretch regularly, if not because it's healthy and my doctors said it will improve my disability? how does my relationship with substance use change when health is taken out of the equation?

in these questions, i often find there's deeper and more satisfying reasons for my feelings and actions. this process reminds me of my experience with transness, in a way. reconsidering the concepts and assumptions underpinning a framework, deciding the whole framework is useless to you, and exploring what lies beyond it. thank you for opening such a freeing and fascinating door :-)

oh, woah, this absolutely made me cry, i truly can’t express how meaningful this is for me. (as you might know from following my blog lol) i’m homebound & only see two people in person unless i’m at the doctor, so this feeling of connection to other folks in my community is so deeply valuable, i really can’t thank you enough 💓💓

i definitely relate to the sense of rejecting health leading to a changed perspective on, like, everything in my life + prompting more intentional ways of engaging with my choices, routines, etc. following that theme of community, lineage, & ideas that ripple out, i’d love to take the time to mention just a few of the scholars, ancestors, comrades, & friends who have been life-changing for me in this area!

while there is a lot of transformative & vital work within disability studies, there’s still a lot of structural barriers against sick people’s contributions to formal theory + a lot of direct & indirect reinforcement of health as a good thing in the field. so i’ve found in many cases more resonant work in trans studies, mad studies, & postcolonial studies, by people affirming the pathology of their own identities & positions. just a few favorites of mine from within, across, & outside of these fields, in no particular order:

Sandoval-Sánchez, A. 2005. Politicizing abjection: in the manner of a prologue for the articulation of AIDS Latino queer identities. American Literary History. 17(3), pp.542-549.

Fritsch, K. 2013. On the negative possibility of suffering: Adorno, feminist philosophy, and the transfigured crip to come. Disability Studies Quarterly. 33(4).

Barounis, C. 2013. “Why so serious?” Cripping camp performance in Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight. Journal of Literary and Cultural Disability Studies. 7(3), pp.305-320.

Abrams, T. and Adkins, B. 2020. Tragic affirmation: disability beyond optimism and pessimism. Journal of Medical Humanities.

Stryker, S. 1994. My words to Victor Frankenstein above the village of Chamounix: performing transgender rage. GLQ: A Journal of Gay and Lesbian Studies. 1(3), pp.237-254.

Sexton, J. 2011. The social life of social death: on Afro-pessimism and black optimism. InTensions Journal. (5).

these were all immensely profound to me, but this last work, following Fanon, was such a complete & total frame shift for me that i feel the need to include some of it here (emphasis added):

This is precisely what Gordon argues is the value and insight of Fanon: he fully accepts the definition of himself as pathological as it is imposed by a world that knows itself through that imposition, rather than remaining in a reactive stance that insists on the (temporal, moral, etc.) heterogeneity between a self and an imago originating in culture. Though it may appear counterintuitive, or rather because it is counterintuitive, this acceptance or affirmation is active; it is a willing or willingness, in other words, to pay whatever social costs accrue to being black, to inhabiting blackness, to living a black social life under the shadow of social death.

This is not an accommodation to the dictates of the antiblack world. The affirmation of blackness, which is to say an affirmation of pathological being, is a refusal to distance oneself from blackness in a valorization of minor differences that bring one closer to health, to life, or to sociality.

[…] In a world structured by the twin axioms of white superiority and black inferiority, of white existence and black nonexistence, a world structured by a negative categorical imperative— “above all, don’t be black” (Gordon 1997: 63)—in this world, the zero degree of transformation is the turn toward blackness, a turn toward the shame, as it were, that “resides in the idea that ‘I am thought of as less than human’” (Nyong’o 2002: 389). In this we might create a transvaluation of pathology itself, something like an embrace of pathology without pathos.

To speak of black social life and black social death, black social life against black social death, black social life as black social death, black social life in black social death—all of this is to find oneself in the midst of an argument that is also a profound agreement, an agreement that takes shape in (between) meconnaissance and (dis)belief. Black optimism is not the negation of the negation that is afro-pessimism, just as black social life does not negate black social death by inhabiting it and vitalizing it. A living death is as much a death as it is a living.

if you want a pdf of any of these & are unable to find one feel free to hmu (although they will likely come with my annotations lol). this was a major topic of my master’s thesis for my disability studies degree (which was actually about disabled trans people, so i love that you connected this process of rejecting normality to transness in your own experience – i relate to that a lot) & i’m also happy to share that research with anyone who’s interested :)

i also have relevant thoughts & reblogs in my “stay sick” tag here (which i’ll add to this post) & my “embracing abjection” tag here + more broadly on my main.

& just a few of the many folks whose work + lives have shaped mine: @kelpforestdwellers @heavyweightheart @librarycards @crutchbutch @gatheringbones

i would also (always) absolutely love to hear more about your thoughts + writing if you would like to share! thank you again for taking the time to share this with me, i appreciate it more than i can say 💓💓

#asks #stay sick #embracing abjection #afropessimism #disability studies #happy tag #ok to reblog <3

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Huntlow sexuality and relationship headcannons:

Ever since the confirmation of Willow and Hunter's sexualites, I've been thinking a lot about their past experiences with love and crushes before. As well as how that affects their relationship currently. So let's waste no time. (This is gonna be a LONG post so be prepared.)

Willow:

Willow has had tons of crushes growing up, on boys, girls, and enby folk alike, but everytime they never went well. Whether she had the guts to ask them out or not, It was either someone way out of her reach, or someone who didn't like her back. (Or straight up didn't like her at all.) And worst of all, whenever Boscha and her gang found out about any sort of crush Willow had, they would tell the whole school and pick on her to death about it. This led to Willow eventually thinking that no one would ever see her that way. That no one would ever want to be her girlfriend. That she never had a chance with anyone she'd ever like. Whenever she developed a new crush, she wouldn't tell anyone. Not even Gus, and would bury and repress those feelings until they were gone.

However, everything would change when she met Hunter. Hunter was the first person to ever like her romantically, and even though he wouldn't confess for months, he showed clear signs with his body language that he, in fact, had feelings for her. However, Willow had dug herself in a hole so deep at this point that she never even noticed. Well, she did, but she had beat herself down so much that she just assumed Hunter was shy, or he was always nervous and flustered like that. After all, he had never interacted with peers his age until they met. He probably was always like this.

Willow had developed feelings for Hunter in the human realm, but the idea of having another crush was incredibly scary for her. Not to mention, the fact that it was on someone she was actually super close to made it downright mortifying. She knew her luck with crushes, and she bullied herself into a mindsight where she truly beileved Hunter would never in a million years like her back that way. The thought of him actually liking her was impossible in her eyes, so, she did what she did best whenever she had a crush. Repress her feelings until they went away.

However, this time they weren't going away. In fact, they were only growing stronger, and it terrified Willow. She didn't know how much longer she could hold these feelings in for, but then, during her meltdown in the detention pit, where Hunter saved her life from nearly suffocating herself, and told her just how much she meant to him, and that it was okay to let oneself feel things, she no longer began repressing her feelings for him. Which is why Willow didn't start blushing at him until then. She finally let herself feel romantic feelings again, and she immediately began showing Hunter how much he meant to her too. It wasn't long after that when Willow realized Hunter was showing obvious signs he liked her, not only that, but she realized that he only showed those signs around her and no one else, thirdly, he had been showing signs for months now that she was looking back.

Willow couldn't beileve it, someone liked her. Someone actually liked "half-a-witch Willow". The one thing she had to do now was confess her feelings for him, but somehow, doing that was just as terrifying as before. She holds off on it, but holds off for too long. Hunter starts attending Hexside, and her fears of being bullied for her crush return, and she has no idea what to do.

Hunter:

Despite queerphobia not existing in the demon realm, Hunter experienced it in an indirect way. Belos definitely was queerphobic, (I mean, come on, this is the man that killed his own brother for falling in love). and he definitely didn't want Hunter to learn about the LGBTIA community considering just how isolated he was. If Hunter fell in love with anyone that could spell a huge problem for his usefulness towards him.

So Hunter had absolutely no idea that queer people existed. However, he definitely experienced queerness in himself. In the little free time Hunter had, he read fictional books or watched movies and TV shows approved by Belos. Hunter didn't really know or understand it, but he would develop crushes on his favorite fictional characters, of both boys and girls. Sometimes even drawing self-insert fanart or writing self-insert fanfiction in his free time. Belos had literally never told him anything about queer people in hopes he'd never discovered it. This backfired as when Hunter first saw it when he found out Amity and Luz were dating, he didn't question it at all. He thought it was completely normal.

Hunter, at the time, definitely knew what romance was and that romantic feelings existed, but he had no idea how that felt. Hunter just assumed his feelings for those fictional characters were something everyone felt. However, this all changed when he met Willow. This was the first crush he had on a real person, and it was the first time he really noticed that he felt different towards her then anyone else he had ever met. It's the first time he notices this feeling. However, he had absolutely no idea what he was feeling. In fact, he thinks something is wrong with him. Like he's been cursed or has come down with some strange illness. This confusion continues when they get to the human realm, where Hunter's feelings only grow more. He learns more about queerness for Amity and Luz, picking up that what he's feeling is actually romantic love. This is when he looks back at those fictional characters he used to grow attached to, and then he realizes he's bisexual.

However, even after realizing all this, he's too scared to tell Willow how he feels. He thinks that she wouldn't see anything in him. That he doesn't have chance with such a powerful witch like Willow. It doesn't help that at this point, he's still hiding the fact he's a grimwalker, terrified at the fact that if she finds out she'll hate him. So he keeps his feelings inside and doesn't tell anybody, afraid he'll mess everything up. And even if that wasn't a factor, he had no idea how to express how to felt for her.

When Willow has her meltdown in the detention pit, Hunter is heartbroken to hear Willow say those things to herself. They're almost all things he has told himself before, and he can't stand to see her go through what he has gone through. He saves her, and tells her just how much she means to him, finally finding the words to say how he feels. This, of course, touches Willow immensely. And soon, Willow tells him how much he means to her, too, and that's when Hunter realizes he might have a slight chance with Willow now.

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Hi there. Do you have any HCs about what it would be like to be in a poly relationship with Serizawa and Reigen? I heavily ship them together but also personally want to be in there myself lol. I feel like they’d be the best boyfriends.

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!! those are pretty much my exact thoughts like serirei is so perfect and they're so good together but also... I wanna be included lmao- this builds on some of my other headcanons for each of them but i think i elaborated enough that you don't need the other posts for context.

i know you didn't specifically ask, but uh... nsfw in the second half because i maybe got carried away

y'all go out for ramen so often it's not even funny. the staff places bets on which of you are mob's parents (jokes on that guy, it's all of you, you mean none of you, you mean, well, technically-)

so so much teasing from all of you. you're all very awkward and nervous and just sorta counting on each other to make the first moves, especially in the beginning, so y'all deflect by teasing the ever loving hell out of each other constantly. even serizawa gets in on it (if he knows you'll back him up)

lots of casual touching too. i feel like serizawa has to play catchup to you and reigen a little bit but you both make sure to include him frequently so he can get used to it. he does it ALL the time once he settles in- so much that you have to be like "hey seri i absolutely love that you're excited to touch me and i know you mean well. but you can maybe see how your hand on my thigh and your arm around reigen on the back of the couch might not look like the most professional thing in front of clients." this is probably how his "tap before touching or kissing" quirk begins.)

it's easy for any of you to feel like a third wheel to the other two because the chemistry between y'all is just so natural, but that's also what keeps the feeling from lasting. it's just as natural for you to sneak glances over at serizawa while reigen's talking as it is for you to hold reigen's hand under the table as it is for reigen to lean over serizawa's shoulder while he does homework as it is for serizawa to have a hand around reigen's waist and it's just very… balanced.

reigen is most likely to get jealous/insecure. you and serizawa are both VERY obvious about being totally head over heels for him but he just makes shit up in his head when he sees you and serizawa together being happy that "clearly he's not needed" and "you'd be happier without him in the way." he thinks he hides it well but you and seri know him well enough that it's pretty obvious that there's something wrong and you both proceed to shower him with affection. as much as it takes. as many times as it takes. of course, he denies that he was ever jealous in the first place, but he always does a little something extra for you and seri after.

you and serizawa have to force reigen to communicate most of the time. it's not like serizawa thinks it's easy and he alternates between way too blunt and super indirect but it's super important to him so he manages. but something in reigen's brain makes it so impossibly difficult for him to be vulnerable for literally one second so it's, y'know, a lil bit harder for him. he's working on it.

sometimes you swear reigen and serizawa have a whole separate telepathic channel they're so in sync. usually when it comes to trying to surprise you, which they do often. you wouldn't be surprised if reigen came up with hand signals. or maybe they've just worked together for long enough.

overall it's just a very domestic relationship like- yes y'all go out and do stuff often enough and y'all have to be pretty social at the office but once you get home and don't have to… perform you just sit and do your own things in comfortable quiet. sometimes you watch serizawa play games, you and reigen leaning on his sides and trying not to fall asleep. sometimes you make coffee to the quiet sizzling sounds of reigen making breakfast while you let serizawa get some sleep for once. and sometimes you all stay up late, laying on your backs, staring up at your ceiling, talking about everything and nothing.

(reigen and serizawa have both always wanted to experience a Family Dinner, and it really hits when you're all sitting around a table of reigen's cooking, talking and laughing about your day at the office together, that they're both so grateful this is how they get to experience it.)

nsfw

definitely some Office Shenanigans going on. there are times when a client walks in and you have to shove or pull each other away to compose yourselves in time. none of you are quite stupid enough to fuck in the office but it's not exactly… not a compromising situation either.

(one time you literally had to pull serizawa off of reigen's neck by the back of his shirt. you admit the way he froze up like a cat WAS hilarious but it also wasn't great for his image, so you yanked him down behind the desk and both of you had to contain your giggles while reigen unflustered himself enough to lead the client into the other room. not your proudest moment, but you remember it fondly anyway. apparently reigen fixed his collar in time, because the client never seemed to notice the very obvious bruise you and serizawa discovered later.)

omg your first time with all of you together is such a disaster. reigen has no idea what he's doing. and serizawa sure as fuck doesn't know what he's doing. so regardless of your experience level you're the one that ends up wrangling them into a less catatonic state. there's a lot of giggles and "well, i don't know!" and serizawa apologizes a lot and reigen does NOT know what to do with his hands but nobody really does so it's fine. you're fine. you get through it.

serizawa is incredibly receptive to praise. you and reigen go back and forth saying positive things about him like he's not sitting right there waiting for either of you to do anything - which is separately flustering to him - until stuff ends up floating. (the same tactic works on reigen, minus the floating, but it takes you and serizawa a while to figure that out.)

okay i've been over the whole "tying reigen's hands doesn't work because he moves too much and hurts himself" thing but what if…. serizawa…. h eld them in place?? while you overstimmed reigen? especially if, instead of holding reigen's hands specifically, seri just kinda wrapped his arms around reigen to pin his arms to his sides and kept his hands on reigen's stomach to keep him from squirming too much

speaking of previous headcanons, on the "serizawa is really loud when he comes" note, it's super helpful to have another person to quiet him down so you can keep all your focus on helping him ride it out. katsuya probably has just as big of a thing for reigen's hands as you do because, let's be honest, enough time getting to see him give massages will just do that to a person, so having reigen's hand slapped over his mouth really does a lil Extra Something. plus, if your mouth is busy, it means reigen is still there to keep praising him and playing with his hair, and serizawa might actually combust dealing with all of those things at once.

honestly though, i remain an Aspec Reigen Truther so he probably ends up an observer rather than a participant most of the time, at least for the main event. toward the beginning, you and serizawa felt a little guilty leaving him out so often, but after a thorough explanation and a lot of communication, you've all come to an understanding that getting to watch the two hottest people he knows is more than enough for reigen and he won't be offended if you totally exclude him either. you always invite him to join anyway, just in case. sometimes he takes you up on the offer and other times he doesn't, just waving a hand at you with an "i'm good, have fun!" as he barely looks up. sometimes he wanders in after hearing you, and, well, sometimes he puts headphones in. he almost always wants to be a part of the cuddle pile after, though, and you've had to awkwardly limp out to the living room in serizawa's shirt to drag reigen to the bed… far more times than you'd like to count.

of course, after having plenty of time to get riled up by watching and far enough into the relationship that he feels comfortable asking, both you and serizawa are MORE than willing to help him out if he wants. seri's Oral Fixation™ usually wins, and you get relegated to "keep a hand in seri's hair while making out with reigen to keep him from thinking too hard" duty. (don't worry, you get your turn plenty of times, too. serizawa usually ends up on aftercare duty in those cases, for which you are very grateful.)

#reigen arataka x reader #serizawa katsuya x reader #serirei #reigen x reader #serizawa x reader #my writing #ooh my first time getting to tag serirei!!#this was exactly the request i needed like-#i had a bunch of Thoughts but i was just keeping them in my head and needed an excuse to Share #they are so........ <3 #y'know?#sorry bestie™

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crispy-bonnie · 1 year

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Confessions - FBI UNITS

okay these ones are also rushed as shit . i just really wanna write some angsty or fluffy shit ghh

SWAT Shield

So you know how ostriches stick their heads in the sand? That's pretty much Shield whenever he would try to confess

Regardless if it was indirect or direct, he'd end up backing out of it every time. It soon becomes annoying for everyone else, so they pretty much just force him to do it

Cloaker is the one to push him up to you, but when Shield starts to freeze up and all communication is gone, Dozer comes by to slyly comment about how Shield had been planning on asking you out

When you smile and say that you'd love to, he nearly explodes from both embarrassment and joy

And by explode, I mean by he overheated and fucking fainted

He turned out okay after being rushed to the Medic Bay, and you two were able to have a proper one-on-one chat about the date

Taser

No shame whatsoever, not as shameless as Cloaker, but shameless

Like- you'd be enjoying some food at the cafeteria and he'd just slide up to you and go: "Y'know, you're like a battery. You charge me up!"

If you're oblivious to it, he'll drop more pickup lines until you understand. If it still doesn't work, he'll try again one more time but end up breaking down to try and express his love

Once you get the memo, you tell him that you love him back. How? Another pickup line.

"Even without your taser, you manage to bump the voltage up in my heart~"

He'll initially question you, but when you clarify, he's jumping for joy

He'll hug you tightly and just repeatedly mutter "I love you" whilst nuzzling his face into your neck

Dozer

Dozer does it in the cheesiest fucking way possible

He would not stop trying to confess using jokes, and you still would not get the memo

Eventually he just gave up on the whole joke thing, sat you down, and gave you a full heartfelt confession

Your eyes lit up as you finally realized what all those little jokes meant, and you were already smiling like a dork

He was about to say something along the lines of "It's okay if you don't like me", but you had already embraced him in a warm hug

Dozer was nearly IN TEARS when you said that you loved him back, literally hugging you like tomorrow wouldn't exist

You ended up having to be rushed to the Medic Bay because he accidentally broke one of your ribs from it

Cloaker

Cloaker is shameless like Taser, but he's really fuckin weird about it

Like- you were just passing down a hall and this mf pops out of a vent and just kabedons you out of absolutely nowhere

"Hm, I didn't know you were a piece of art. You're really good lookin' when you're pinned up against a wall~"

You were redder than a fuckin tomato now

He just chuckled at your flustered expression, leaning closer and speaking softly into your ear

"Maybe I can add some more paint to your canvas after a dinner date or two~?"

You're literally too flustered to answer, so he just laughs and tells you to let him know and climbs right back through the vent

This mf-

Medic

Medic is the only one with a sane confession, aside from Sniper

He specifically would confess to you on Valentine's day, giving you roses and chocolate and asking if you wanted to be his partner

Upon your acceptance, he just starts SOBBING out of joy

He literally falls to his knees and you have to assure him that you love him back over and over again

Medic just pulls you into a hug and mutters a "Thank you" as he continues crying, and you just hug him back before pulling back and giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek

Your moment was interrupted by Captain Winters yelling at you two to get back to work though

Sniper

Sniper isn't as shy as Shield, but shy enough to not want to go up to you and say it

He just walks by you, hands you a letter, and walks away

Afterwards, he doesn't talk to you for a while, but eventually you go up to him and tell him that you love him back

He stood there in silence for a hot minute before suddenly embracing you in a hug. He wasn't crying or anything, but he seemed a lot less tense than he usually is

In other words, he was relieved to know that you loved him back.

#payday #payday 2 #payday 2 x reader #payday x reader #reader insert #x reader #headcanons #headcanon #fanfiction #fanfic #crispy writes

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lizardrosen · 11 months

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inspired by @cleverclove 's multiverse of laerteses, here's mine, with relevant playlists by myself and the incomparable kylee @all-mimsy !

default laertes: when i don't have a specific production/verse in mind. unless stated otherwise, laertes is assumed to have dated or hooked up with hamlet at some point. this laertes wears his heart on his sleeve and lives his best life in france, fencing and smoking and going to protests. and then his life falls apart and he's an unstoppable force of nature, but he can be redirected. it's absolutely essential that he dies asking for forgiveness and not saying "the king's to blame". General Laertes: Youth To Itself Rebels (kylee)

luke thompson laertes: from the 2017 andrew scott hamlet, he's the brightest cutest ball of sunshine, and he scrunches up his eyes when he's embarrassed. gertrude was like a second mother to him and really helped him cope with his anger and grief when his own mother died. he and hamlet broke up because they each assumed that’s what the other one wanted. currently dating reynaldo but only when they're in france and they don't call it dating because they're both ridiculous. when he comes back to denmark his whole body trembles and he So Clearly wants to be doing anything else, so he shuts his eyes because it's all too painful. Reynaldo: By Indirections Find Directions Out (kylee) Laertes/Rey: Let Him Ply His Music (me)

edward bennett laertes: from the 2009 david tennant hamlet, he looks a little scowly and imposing but he’s really just a shy nerd goofball under the surface, and is absolutely terrible at being clandestine when he doesn’t want to be spied on. this is also the verse where I get most of my osric headcanons and characterization, and both of them have had a thing with hamlet at various points in the past. best universe is when they somehow figure out how to be a proper triad with actual communication skills. when he comes back to denmark he’s so cold and determined, but he’s also an open wound and claudius is completely willing to throw him under the bus. Osric: Bubbles Are Out (me) Hamlet/Osric breakup: All's Golden Words (kylee)

blc laertes: from the 2013 bethany lutheran college production, which also has my absolute favorite claudius (this is important). laertes starts out very soft and earnest, wearing soft nerd sweaters. when his father dies he has a total glow up and comes raging into the castle with a very hot determination. the chemistry between him and claudius is electric and claudius offers to sleep with him just to help him unwind and get out of his head for a bit, and later trusts him enough to tell him he killed his abusive brother. they both have way more feelings than they’re willing to admit, and after ophelia dies things get messy and sad. he says “the king’s to blame” hoping that claudius will run and save himself, but knowing that he won’t. your honor, I love them. Claudius: Bosom Black As Death (me) Gertrude: Imperial Jointress; Sometime Sister; Wretched Queen (me) Claudius/Gertrude: Delight & Dole (kylee) Fic Series: Put Me In Your Heart For Friend (me and kylee)

more specific AUs and canon divergences under the cut!

d&d au: an offshoot of bethany lutheran college, in which everyone multiclasses, and hamlet is the warlock of the Forbidden Graveyard which messes with the dead of all denmark. laertes makes his paladin oath identifying hamlet as his greatest foe and actually Kills Him Dead in the duel. he and gertrude both get poisoned but claudius doesn’t and stays by their bedsides healing them. meanwhile horatio has gone to wittenberg to resurrect hamlet, which messes with laertes’s paladin powers. he and claudius spend the first half of the campaign hunting hamlet down and fighting him, and the second half reconciled with him and fighting the far greater evils in the land. everyone gets to have a long domestic life, with claudius/laertes/gertrude all married and in love, and they have dogs and gardens and children!! D&D verse: When Churchyards Yawn (kylee) Claudius/Laertes: My Acquaintance Seal (me)

indirections verse: offshoot of luke thompson in which hamlet never returns to denmark. laertes is deeply, catatonicly depressed because he’s been robbed of his chance for vengeance and his whole family is dead. laertes believes he’s a poison who destroys the lives of everyone around him and tries to push rey away “for his own good” and says some incredibly cruel things but reynaldo is endlessly kind and patient with him and makes sure he stays alive — he finds the poison that laertes brought to kill claudius, and quietly gets rid of it so he won’t do anything stupid. it gets very dark and cuts very close to the bone, but eventually laertes starts to crawl out of the hole he’s in and relearns how to love himself and how to love reynaldo, and he proposes to him in a park! Playlist: Both Worlds To Negligence (me)

to this point I stand: offshoot of edward bennett in which hamlet never returns to denmark. if indirections is a slow drowning, then to this point is a flash flood. laertes throws himself into every bad decision he can find just so he won’t have to stay still or think about anything he’s lost. this laertes doesn’t think he’s a poison, he thinks the world is a poison and it’s taking things away from him to punish him specifically, but the truth is that he’s doing a lot of this to himself. osric provides him a temporary escape from the world, and finally challenges laertes to get it together. this laertes is also deeply depressed, but it doesn’t look like depression in the overwhelmingly apparent way luke thompson is depressed, but because he’s such an active disaster zone things escalate very fast and the catalyst to start recovery happens relatively sooner. Playlist: To This Point I Stand (me)

orphic journey au: offshoot of luke thompson in which reynaldo travels to the underworld and makes a deal to save laertes, and oops the terms of the deal mean laertes is in a three year long timeloop and isn’t allowed to talk about it to anyone! so he gets to try to fix things but he also has to experience many variations of the Tragedy of Hamlet. I’m keeping the details of this one very secret for now! Playlist: Orphic Journey AU (me)

roger guenveur smith laertes: from the 2000 campbell scott hamlet, he and his family are the only black characters in an elsinore that’s aggressively appearance-focused, with manners being everything. his father’s drilled into his head that he has to work twice as hard to get half as much and can’t afford to make any mistakes, so he’s incredibly restrained in a way that looks like he doesn’t have strong emotions, but he’s really just tamping them all down. I don’t really write or talk about this one that often but he’s very distinct from any other laertes so he deserves a mention. he and hamlet likely didn’t hook up but did share some reserved but intense kisses.

#hamlet #laertes #shakespeare #reynaldo #osric #claudius #gertrude #my writing #self harm cw #suicidal thoughts cw #(strongly implied but nothing explicit)#hamlet d&d au #to this point i stand #indirections verse #orphic journey au

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junko-jinko · 4 months

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for some reason Akekita works a lot. to me.

why I started shipping them is because of their parallels maybe. shitty dads and dead moms. and stuff. (and I also had the bright idea of them being together when I was playing strikers and had Yusuke as my fav since Akechi wasn't there and Yusuke is now my second fav from Akechi.)

I think about Akechi hating himself so hard and wanting to die (unstoppable force) but has Yusuke being so kind to him. (immovable object)

to me no matter what, Yusuke always finds a way to be nice to Akechi and to validate his feelings. (here is totally not me trying to expand the few crumbs I've got.)

also I find it funny thinking about how their dynamic would be. for some reason. evil autism to autism communication. Akechi is literally a fucking murderer in a sort of indirect way and Yusuke finds him hot so he sketches him lots.

"I'm gonna kill someone." "wait! before you do! could you be my model for a second?" "...."

PRETTY COLOUR COMBINATION. RED AND BLUE. BROWN AND BLUE. ..... ... LOOOKKKKK...

I had a feeling they would've been at least friends if they let my boys interact and talk and have conversations.

and I don't think Yusuke had enough malice for Akechi to the point people would think he hated him. obviously he doesn't condone the whole murder thing but he still doesn't feel like he wants him to be gone or anything. he just. wants to understand him I think.

lots of I thinks there. but still.

THE LOW INTERACTIONS WILL NOT STOP ME FROM THINKING ABOUT THE POTENTIAL DYNAMICS THAT WERE RIPPED AWAY FROM ME IN CANON.

Akechi wonders why a boy filled with so much love for the beauty of the world loves him meanwhile Akechi over here being 10/10 pretty boy gay ass fuck queer homosexual radiating energy that anybody could fucking notice like come on that fucking idle pose when you unlock him as a party member. Yusuke can see that as a 10/10 pretty boy himself.

pretty boys love pretty boys. they love eachother. and kill.

I will chew and knaw on accomplice AUs or any AUs where they are together.

this has turned into rambling.

one last thing.

transgender—💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥💥🔥💥🔥

uh oh there's a transgender explosion in the ask! anyways. I also think that Yusuke doesn't have malice towards Akechi like I think he could put aside his emotions about all the stuff that happens in the game and look at the situation quite objectively so I definitely agree with that point. Their dynamic would also be funny as fuck what with Yusuke's social skills being like that and akechi's being pretty much the opposite. The parallels do also indeed be there, I didn't even think about that but now that you mention it. Hmm. the unstoppable force/immovable object point is also so on point actually oh my god? I can totally see how Yusuke gets into Akechi but maybe not so much how Akechi gets interested in Yusuke, do you want to ramble more about that :D?

#ask mauki #long post #lots of great points #good akekita propaganda

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lobselvith · 1 year

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HC; VALTIEL AND THE CULT

This is something that has been needing an in-depth post about cause I have... many thoughts regarding the Order and Valtiel.

Valtiel and The Order are intertwined, that isn’t something that can be denied even by the deity itself. And the initial incarnation of it Valtiel defended- they were likely much more active, whether passively or actively I am not sure, to the needs of the followers- though I do lean towards they were the middle man still between human communication and the Goddess. Valtiel (or rather properly revered as Lobsel Vith) was seen as a God of resurrection, rebirth, and healing.

Of course, along the way the Order had to... rebrand themselves. A lot of their religion they hid behind similar properties to Christianity, dropping their polytheistic ways and painting it monotheistic. At this point the reverence as a God was sort of dropped for Lobsel Vith, rebranded with the new name befitting an Angel instead. However, despite what many might think, this actually wasn’t something that affected how Valtiel felt towards the cult.

It was when cruelty began to become a means of worship within the Order- unnecessary sacrifice, force resurrection, murder, hatred. Old doctrines and beliefs became twisted- and so too did it twist the divine. Valtiel was deemed new roles by the Order- death and execution mixing with his original origins, even a Sect made to honor these new titles given to him.

And Valtiel did.... cooperate with this fact.

However, they are not satisfied with the state of the Order. And there are little ways they display this. One such means being guiding Walter to kill a priest within their own sect.

However, more of the ways are a bit more indirect. I’ve discussed how I think it’s.... odd, Valtiels whole interactions within Silent Hill 3 and with Heather. Certainly him reviving her is necessary for Gods birth, but there are other things that don’t fit if they truly wanted the offspring to survive. Them allowing her to keep items late game that could be used to kill the God, namely weapons but also the necklace with the Aglaophotis used to reject the fetus. Even during the fight, Valtiel does little beyond providing the ‘veil’ that temporarily protects the God when they could be fighting just as easily to help save physically, as Valtiel is not weak and has been seen torturing monsters with ease, simply with a single arm and such (yeah video game logic but listen I’m just saying). The final nail in the coffin is how its confirmed Valtiel allows Heather to return to the ‘real world’ after killing the God, as if her task is complete.

The God intended to be reborn through the Orders means as it is seen now is considered ‘untrue’ and ‘damaged’, born and twisted by the current cults beliefs and desires. However, at the same time, Valtiel has no qualms in seeing it come to fruition if necessary to ‘display the paradise they have made through their distorting’.

TLDR;; Valtiel considers the current Cult as fucked up and wrong, but also has no problems showing them they made a fucky wucky.

#「 ⊗ ┆ ╱ “DOCUMENTS” ¦ 」≽ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᶜʳᶦᵇᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᶠʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ #( brain started to fail at the end so take my rambling #im sure theres something that is a bit contridicting #but this is my portrayal of valtiel as it has been since 2016 so ive been consistent with my belief in it <3 )

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iridiss · 1 year

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Does dante have a spouse after nana in your rewrite?

Short answer: No? Probably not. But I think he'd still stay close with Nichole, I kinda go into a lot of lengthy in-depth character and relationship analysis chewing on the idea under the cut

I don’t think so. I think if he did, it’d be Nichole, but only after years of communication and healing. They’re on good, friendly terms now, but I think there’d still be a lot of trust issues and pain left over from their break-up and the messy divorce situation as a whole that they’d have to work through before they’d consider trying again. But even then I feel like my version of Dante would struggle with a lot of self-worth issues, abandonment issues, childhood trauma, and guilt, enough that he wouldn’t let himself get close to Nichole, Kawaii~Chan, or anyone else in fear of messing it up. After losing his family, Aphmau, Garroth, Laurance, Aaron (those 4 due to their deaths + the Irene dimension + laurance's space-traveling disappearance), Nichole, and Kawaii~Chan, he feels like he can’t lose anyone else before breaking completely. Gene left some heavy scars

Though, I do want him to be happy, so I can see him settling down with either Nichole or another woman outside of PD in his 60s or so. It takes a while, but they end up working through it and retiring together. They likely move out of PD, get their own cabin, and live peacefully and quietly in the woods away from any wars or fighting, and Dimitri & Travis would visit frequently for tea and dinner

It’s a possibility, I don’t think it’s something I’m currently planning to explore in the fic though. I’d like to see Nichole and Dante work out their issues and find some contentment and happiness together, maybe they retire together. Or maybe Dante retires and Nichole gives Dimitri the role of Lord of Scaleswind but still continues her physical work by becoming a miner and a soldier The Phoenix Drop alliance can call in at any time to kick ass in battle, while Dante is pretty done with dealing w/ the horrors of war by age 68

Edit: Actually that gave me an idea, I think I’d end up going with that “Dante and Nichole retiring together” idea for the far-off post-ending content for my au, but their relationship is a little more convoluted than just “they get married and love each other and all is well.” As people (with these non-canon versions) Dante is a very cautious person and a coward at heart. He’s working on it, but he has a lot of guilt he’s grabbling with. By the time he’s in his 40s, he’s been through a lot, he’s matured a lot, he’s built this sort of “nest” for himself mentally. He’d much rather take things slow and finally have some peace in his life for once. And though Nichole has grown up and changed a lot too over the past 15-20~ years, I believe she’s still a fire at heart. A dampened one, but the kind of power and fury and energy she had in her youth isn’t something that’d completely go away, much like Katelyn’s. I think that would cause some personality clash between Nichole and Dante that'd make it hard for them to ever marry.

In my mind the difference between Katelyn and Nichole’s inner fire is that Katelyn could go through 20-40+ years of raw hellish suffering and come out forged all the stronger and fiercer of a fighter than she was before, she can’t be stopped, not a single chip of her would be lost. You beat Katelyn down and she’s only gonna come back swinging harder than ever. Nichole however, she doesn’t have that kind of infinitely blazing inner strength (maybe because she doesn’t have Menphia’s relic? It’s likely mostly personality differences). When she takes a debilitating blow, she gets knocked down and that fire of her grows a little smaller. She learns to steel herself and grow a thicker, stronger defense to make up for it, while Katelyn grows a stronger offense. If Katelyn is like a wolf, then Nichole is more like a fox. She finds her own, indirect ways to work around.

But that fire’s never gonna go out completely, and maybe with time she learns to reclaim the whimsy of her younger years and blazes a lot more freely and happily, in her early 60s and onwards. She regains her playful, fox-like spirit and overcomes the way most of the adults of PD left behind in the 15 year time skip were eroded away in their hope and friend’s absence. And that’s the difference between her and Dante, because Dante never fully recovered from everything that happened to him, while Nichole could and likely does bounce back, in good time. The sheer personality difference between Nichole and Dante that grows over time would make it harder for them to ever remarry and be a perfect, happy couple that’s entirely romantic. But they share a history together, they bore a son, their pasts have forever bonded them as family. Dante and Nichole are family now, that will forever effect the way they see and treat each other from now on, especially to two people who have struggled with or lost so much family before.

So I don’t think they could ever fully detach from one another. I don’t think they’d get married, but I think they’d move away to a private place together. Nichole rekindles herself by starting her own mining business, reclaiming what she used to love doing in her youth to find her heart again, and Dante tries to better himself and grow stronger as a person under her example and influence. But their personalities would be far too divided and opposing to marry (plus old, old scars that don’t quite go away) or become more anything than mildly romantically involved with one another. They wouldn’t be having any more kids any time soon. But they still stay close-by each other, because they can’t bare to see the other lost forever. They’d have to die together, of old age or sickness, less than a year apart. They wouldn’t be able to survive any longer than that. They need to be separate, for their own emotional sake, but they wouldn't dare to live without each other.

They’re not really “wife and husband,” they’re together in the sense that they maintain their own comfortable, quiet, protected home that they made together. They wouldn’t find any interest in marrying other people (mainly and especially because Kawaii~Chan goes off on her own to court Zane ((and Reese if I’m allowed to dream)). They’d have each other, as close friends, as family, as…something. Their own thing, I think. I think that’s what I’ll write for my fic, that’s where Dante ends up after the divorce

#MCD #Minecraft diaries rewrite au #aphmau #iridisasks

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weiszklee · 1 year

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This whole debate on whether or not "transmisogyny exempt" (TME) versus "transmisogyny affected" (TMA) is a useful concept always seemed to me like the sort of inconsequential intra-trans-community quibbling which is best left ignored, especially by outsiders like myself. But I'm afraid I have formed an opinion on the matter and must now subject y'all to it, so here goes.

Julia Serano, who coined the term "transmisogyny", has mostly been vague on the issue, for example here:

they seem like potentially useful non-binary- and non-identity-based ways of discussing the phenomenon. But I’m admittedly not familiar with everything that others are saying or claiming under this newer rubric, so there may potentially be some points of disagreement.

Or in a twitter threat where as an indirect response to the debate she linked an older piece of hers about who faces cissexism (Spoiler: yes cis people can be targeted by cissexism, but please read the whole essay because the contextualisation and nuances she adds are important, even if you have to increase the zoom of your browser a bit to cope with the small font size). But I especially recommend reading a more recent one of hers on sexual stigma, mostly for being a refreshingly clear example of discussing transmisogyny without falling into dichotomizing patterns.

I basically see "trans misogyny exempt" as an unfortunate reversal of the conceptual development that the word transmisogyny represents. Transmisogyny is a very careful and exact concept (something you come to appreciate when you've been disillusioned one too many times by overly grand theories), it is literally only a way to talk about specific stigma which a specific group of people experiences. Sure, the edges are fuzzy, but that's about as good as it gets with social theories, and the fuzzy edges don't matter much, because the concept is not really about delineation. You can point to phenomena which are definitely transmisogyny, and you can point to phenomena which definitely aren't, and that's good enough. The word enables you to do theoretical work by quickly pointing to a defined grouping of experiences so that you can analyze the content and history and effect of those experiences.

This is a big step up from theories of privilege or theories of an oppressor-oppressed-dynamic, which are often oversimplified to the point of being distorting. Theories of stigma are just better suited for talking about the experiences of sexual and gender minorities (and many others), because thinking in terms of stigma makes it easier to conceptualise social costructedness, overlap, conditional acceptance, intra-community hierarchies, weaponization of shame, and so on.

Meanwhile "TME", when it isn't being used to silence certain opinions (for which purpose it is perfectly suited, but I hope we can all agree that this isn't very aspirational), has much narrower explanatory power. Probably there are some phenomena out there which can most easily be explained by referring to the circumstance of some people being TME, granted. But overall, if you know that I am exempt from transmisogyny, you actually know very little about me, so it can't explain very much. So why then is talk about it so widespread? Why do (for example) nonbinary people feel the need to clarify whether they're TME in the same breath as mentioning they're nonbinary? Sure, this fits into the general standpoint epistemology that is so unfortunately popular nowadays, but I'm not convinced that that's all there is to it.

An annoying hunch of mine of course tells me that this is all downstream of the misguided ~mid-20th-century fad to try and apply Marxist class analysis to things which aren't classes in the Marxist sense: Every instance of suffering needs an "oppressor class" to benefit from it, so if transmisogyny is a thing, then it must be those evil TMEs behind it. Like a pathological version of that Haruki Murakami quote: "I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning."

But I'd probably have to read a lot more before I could possibly assert this with any amount of certainty, so it remains a hunch for now.

#mine #transmisogyny

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coffeedrgn87 · 8 months

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On Gender And All Things Non-Binary

Note: Indirect mention of gender dysphoria and the struggle of living in a binary world.

During my recent (and still ongoing) recovery from gender-affirming surgery, that’s given me so much joy, and the feeling of wholeness, I’ve lived in this perfect bubble of blissful ignorance. Sorely lacking energy, I spent most of the time at home, making only small trips into the outside world. These were carefully planned trips; a coffee from the coffee place next door, Kombucha from the corner store, a few rolls of toilet paper, a sweet. None of these required much human interaction. So, for the most part my bubble of non-binary bliss stayed intact.

I devoted my recovery time to a carefully curated queer-AF TikTok feed, queer literature, art, queer movies and series, and queer fanfiction. Some five weeks into my recovery, I met a friend here and there for coffee, for brunch, for a chat. But all these friends had something very important in common. They saw me, the real me. They used my pronouns, supported my choice to have gender-affirming surgery, and were genuinely excited about all the progress I made with having my gender marker and legal name changed (by the way, that’s all done! 🥳)

So, over the past month and a half I didn’t have my normal experience. I lived in this utopia-like world where nobody misgendered me, used the wrong pronouns, or had any negative impact on my non-binary experience. Sure, I kept up-to-date on developments within the LGBTQIA+ community, especially surrounding rights, trans rights, and more. And yes, some of my favourite TikTok creators reacted to transphobic/homophobic comments, but they did so calmly and with the intention to educate. But my world still consisted of respect, for my person, for my pronouns, for me. A few weeks have passed since a friend sent me a voice message to tell me about a dream, yet I remember it as vividly as though it happened five minutes ago. Why, you wonder? Because throughout the message my friend used my pronouns, and it gave me so much joy that I’m still riding high now, several weeks later.

However, my recovery is at the stage where I am able to return to work, and this means venturing out of the house for several hours at a time. It means frequent and longer interactions with other humans, more exposure to this blasted world that still insists gender is binary, and thus too many opportunities for all those little moments where I am (unfortunately) reminded that I could have my pronouns along with the sentence: ‘I’m not a woman’ tattooed on my head, and some folx would still get it wrong.

For instance, where I live pet names for strangers are common. This means I regularly get subjected to the following: pet, babes, darling, honey, hun, love etc. While these are all cute in their own right and have a time and a place, they aren’t for strangers. They are for people you are familiar with, people who want you to use these names. I don’t want a cashier to refer to me as ‘love’ or ‘darling’. Especially, because in this world that still stupidly sees gender as a binary thing when it’s nothing more but a social construct, these types of nicknames are usually given to those people this world presumes identify as female. If I go to my local corner store to get a breakfast roll, the person behind the deli counter chooses to direct those words at me. Why? Because my features are more feminine, which I, personally, I am fine with but having a more feminine appearance doesn’t mean I identify as female. The construction worker in the queue behind me, in muddied work clothes and with a masculine appearance doesn’t get any of those nicknames. They don’t even get called ‘handsome’.

And the above is not the only example, it’s just one of many. In my personal experience, it’s generally cis men who are exceptionally thoughtless when it comes to these absolutely stupid and outdated notions that a feminine-presenting individual should be given priority swiping their public transport card, or should enter a building or a room first. And the list goes on and on. Personally, I utterly dislike it when someone opens a door for me. Mind you, if I am carrying a bunch of things, I am all for it, but otherwise, no, thank you.

I know that these gestures don’t generally come from a malicious place. They are reactions that have become innate, that folx perform without thinking too much about what they are doing. Yet, that’s exactly the problem. This outdated and not at all inclusive social construct of gender being binary has let so many people to walk through the world with blinders on. While I’m almost always happy to answer questions and to educate people (often unprompted), living in a world where I have to fight to be seen (not just once but on multiple occasions throughout a single day) is emotionally and mentally draining. It zaps my energy, forcing me to withdraw for longer periods of time just to recharge my batteries. And I shouldn’t have to do that. I shouldn’t have to come home in the evening and require a solid hour of some mindless activity or other before I am able to function on some semi-normal level.

I am lucky. People who know me through my writing and friends I’ve made online and offline respect me and my pronouns. My video blurbs on TikTok don’t get bombarded with hate. I work in a company that tries very hard to respect me and works to better itself, to improve and change. I have some family that accept me for who I am and very dear friends who support me fiercely. I have a therapist I regularly yell at (not literally!), and while I desperately want a cat in my life, I have friends who share their purring fluffballs with me. I have so many things I feared I’d never have, and I am beyond grateful, but those daily reminders that too many people are so very blind when it comes to seeing that gender is most definitely not binary hurt. I still brave this world, day in and day out, but often, it’s with a heavy sigh and with a desperate wish that things were different.

I have most definitely reached the toughest part of my recovery.

#non binary #nonbinary #gender stuff #gender identity #gender is a social construct #gender dysphoria #gender diversity #gender affirming care #gender affirming surgery #recovery #mental health #real life #this world is not binary #gender is not binary #the struggles of not being seen #coffeedragon muses #coffeedragon thoughts #nonfiction

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writedisaster · 1 year

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is it even urban fantasy if it doesn’t come with a list of derogatory terms for people who don’t exist?

anyways here’s various ways to refer to people in lip’s line of work, ranked vaguely from most polite to least acceptable. like irl, i imagine there’d be some debate about some of these terms, and some of them have plusses and minusses in different ways. also, lip’s personal preferences are not necessarily the same as the general consensus of the larger professional community (to the extent that such a consensus can exist at all).

Blood provider: Technically fine, but Lip personally dislikes this one because it sounds so cold. Still, this one is probably considered the most respectful term to use. In some circumstances, people might make a distinction of “direct blood providers” (people who get bitten, like Lip) versus “indirect blood providers” (people who give blood by conventional phlebotomy, but specifically to meet the needs of vampires.)

Paid donor: This one gets the point across, but is kind of an oxymoron. It evolved from an attempt to clarify the term below-

Blood donor: Not wholly incorrect, but this one glosses over the transactional nature of the work. Some workers object to it because it seems to support vampires feeling entitled to their blood with or without pay. Some people outside the profession object to it because of the lack of clarity between “blood donor” (for vampires) and “blood donor” (for human medical needs). Lip will often use this term to describe themself to other humans.

Professional victim: Unlike the others so far, this one encompasses the scenes that Lip performs for their clients & audiences as well as the mere act of giving blood. However, Lip’s a little touchy about this term being used by people who aren’t fellow workers. “Victim” isn’t the whole picture, and too many people think it is.

Bite-bait: VERY contextual. Lip doesn’t mind this being used to describe their job, but used to describe them as a person, it feels like victim-blaming. In situations where the context is unclear, how Lip feels about this term often comes down to how much they know and trust the person using it, and what their mindset is like that day.

Feeder: Not insulting, but dispreferred just because it’s kind of confusing. Some people use it to mean “a human who feeds vampires,” and some people use it to mean “a vampire who feeds on humans.” The lack of clarity there means it’s not a super useful term. (And that’s not even counting the feedism kink community using the term, too.)

Appetizer: And we're starting to get into the dehumanizing ones. Obviously not the most polite or respectful label, but it gets the point across without being as belittling as some of the other terms further down this list. Lip likes it because it sounds cute but still kind of classy, and because it acknowledges their skill in manipulating and appealing to the appetite. Lip often uses this term when describing themself to vampires - or to other humans, but only when they're trying to provoke a reaction.

Juicebox: This one is straight up not a kind thing to call a person. However, Lip will allow it because they think it’s funny, and if it’s funny, it can’t hurt them, right?

Happy Meal: Come on.

Bloodbag: Like juicebox, but not funny. Lip will put up with you calling them a bloodbag if you’re paying them (or if you’re a fellow worker) but they don’t like it.

Chew toy: Lip does not like this one. Acceptable from fellow workers OR as part of a pre-negotiated scene. In any other circumstance, it’s kinda thin ice. But at least it’s funny, right?

Bloodfodder: On top of being dehumanizing, this one just sounds gross. That’s a no thanks from Lip.

Blood-bitch: This one’s truly hurtful to Lip. More so than the other terms on this list, this one carries an implicit connotation of being owned - either by a particular vampire, or by the general fanged public. Lip has been in relationships with vampires where they were treated that way. They do not ever want to go back to that place, and they do not want it used to define them. Despite how far they’ve come since those days, when Lip is being unkind to themself, sometimes they still think of themself as a “blood-bitch.” Even coming from other workers, Lip does not like this term being used to describe them. It’s sometimes okay to be used in scenes with people they trust, but if that gets brought into the scene, it needs to be very specifically and solidly addressed during both pre-negotiations and aftercare.

#//idk how to tag this #n.s.f.w. text ///#worldbuilddisaster #find limits past the limits; jump in front of trains all day | ABT: lip

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