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Original Project: METANOEO

Synopsis: this is the first chapter of my original book: Metanoeo. In this story, the AI ruled nation, Cohen, is divided in four cities. Burgo, the city of the matriarchs, has a role-reversed 18th century society, where the woman rule and the men obey. The apex of feminism can be found here. Welcome to Burgo!

Tropes: matriarch and debutant boy; girl boss and male wife

Characters: Naia and Esben Malkyn (their edits and aesthetics are on the end of this post)

Genre: Dystopia Word count: 2540

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Esben smelt the smoke permeating the hallway before he even heard the matriarch's footsteps reaching the entrance hall. The thudding sound came much later, powerful and slow, when the boy's nostrils were already burning and he held his breath so as not to cough.

He always recognized the woman by the sound of her typical pacing and the smell of imported tobacco - perhaps if he heard her laugh or smelled her perfume, he wouldn't even recognize her. And when the woman arrived, it could only mean one thing: they were going out.

Esben finished dressing up and took one last look in the mirror before running to the door and opening it. He managed to get out a second before she called him, and he felt very proud of his own competence. His excited smile, however, was noticed with indifference by the woman, who turned to knock on the door of another room.

— Dad, are you ready? — she questioned, and swallowed the thin metal cylinder again. Esben remained holding his breath.

— Yes, my child. — a weak, sweet voice answered, and the man appeared from behind the door. Very tidy and with his hair combed back as usual. It made no sense for an old man like him to tidy his hair like young Esben. It would be vulgar.

The matriarch analyzed his appearance for long seconds. She seemed satisfied. She turned to the iron butler at the end of the hall and dictated:

— "We're going out.

And out they went, the three of them enclosed in the long car where they spent most of their time together. The only environment in which she did not smoke and her father did anything but nod affectionately. In those few minutes that preceded another of Esben's great sufferings, the elders politely talked about what was coming next: another luxurious ball.

The father updated the matriarch on the reputations and histories of the guests, the matriarch told about the status and condition of possible suitors; a preparation for facing all the well-dressed and ill-informed men and women in yet another gigantic hall that stank of alcohol.

Esben was supposed to pay attention to the conversation, but, as usual, he spent his precious time in the car taking deep breaths and remembering everything he was supposed to do. When the matriarch asked his opinion about someone, he was unable to answer. Then his father would intervene and Esben would see the woman's eyes turn with indifference once again.

He didn't understand the reason for that repetition. They had known the families invited for generations, and the matriarch already knew that no one's finances had changed drastically in the last five years. It wasn't as if there was some nasty rumor she needed to know about, so his father's lines were insignificant. They always had been.

Or, at least, they were until today. Today the matriarch didn't look away and decided to repeat the question until Esben heard it.

- What do you suggest? - her tone of voice was a little louder, a little more authoritative than usual. The boy cringed and tried to remember what he had heard before the question.

He couldn't, he hadn't heard anything.

- Mrs. Malkyn wants to know what you intend to do this evening. Would you prefer to dance in the ballroom or enjoy the breeze in the garden?

- Ah," Esben choked, surprised that he could choose. He didn't even have to think about it, "The garden, of course! That is, if it's to your liking.

- Yes, it is. - And that's all the matriarch said.

His father later explained to him that now that he had made his debut, he was ready to be a man, and since everyone already knew about his dancing skills, isolating himself was a great way to attract interested suitors He would isolate himself from the chaos of the party so that they would come to him - and they did. Although excited to escape the loud conversations and heavy drinking, the garden of the Watkins family mansion filled up as soon as they noticed the young man's presence there.

He couldn't tell which was more unbearable: the dozens of older women who waited impatiently for him to say something, or his companions, a few younger men, who tried to attract attention and dance, especially with the matriarch.

She politely declined and stood by Esben's side. It was like a dispute as to which suffocated him more: the proximity of the older woman or his posture correcting vest.

The matriarch's fingers brushed his suddenly, and she indicated to him a woman, subtly, staring at him. She looked different from the others: she looked even older and sterner, and she approached him with a determination that repelled all the other suitors. Literally: the women turned away from her like the sea in a miraculous biblical event.

- Mrs. Goodwin. - the matriarch greeted her, doing Esben a favor by reminding him of the old friend's name. He at least assumed he already knew her. - It's been a long time!

- What can I say, Malkyn? The county is in turmoil, you know very well. - Esben raised his eyebrows. He had never heard someone refer to the matriarch like that. Or talk. What kind of interaction was that?

- But please, my presence here is not related to business, my dear friend, at least not official business. - she glimpsed Esben. - I have come to this dazzling ball to disprove the rumor I have been told: that Naia Malkyn's younger brother is the most beautiful and gentle man in the entire state. - her voice warbled as if in a speech, loud enough for everyone to hear, soft enough to please everyone's ear. It had a conspiratorial, mysterious ring to it, which ended with a heavy sigh from the woman:

- But, how unfortunate!, I will not be able to fulfill my goal...After all, the Malkyn boy has indeed become charming. - And then her eyes rose to him again, and everyone turned to him again, and he felt that his face would explode again.

His whole skin burned and he wanted to run from the woman's words, as if they were a trap, like he was a wild animal, like they were an elegant-looking but disgusting cheese inside, reigning in his mousetrap. He was already wringing his hands and was about to pierce the sea of fish-women that was drowning him when the hand brushed against his shoulder again. Now it was deeper, longer, more intentional: a lull in the chaos, a touch of silence between all the burning in his head.

- What is the use of so many pretty words if the "Malkyn boy" is still thirsty? - the matriarch's question was so sharp, so pointed, that a few eyebrows were raised in the crowd. The persevering lady, however, was unaffected.

- On my way, ladies and gentlemen. - Goodwin warned, before turning around, causing the same effect as before on her way: total repulsion.

Mr. Malkyn was now busy, everyone had heard, but only the women decided to move away. They did not like to be around a lady as direct and unmannerly as Goodwin.

A considerable part of the Malkyn group of followers had dispersed, but the needy men were still there, and so were the desperate women.

Even in such a muffled, noisy, sweaty environment, Esben heard a low, rhythmic, desperate noise echoing through all the footsteps. He looked in its direction and saw his father. He stopped, trembling, confused, stared at the matriarch for a single second, and then turned away. He left the crowd before Mrs. Goodwin returned with two drinks.

Lemonade for her, blue liqueur for the boy. Future man. Was that the drink of a future man? Esben tried to remember the meaning of that drink from his etiquette lessons. It must not have been good, because Naia grimaced and then squeezed his shoulder, saying:

- Good conversation, gentlemen. - But she left. And with her went all the men, and the women who had finally given up on Esben.

- A little peace at last. - Goodwin celebrated, bringing her drink to her lips.

- Don't you like parties either?

- " Either"?

First mistake, right at the start.

- Um... yes, I prefer the gardens to the halls, ma'am. The air, the sky... I like them.

- And there's no air in the halls? - she asked, frowning so seriously that Esben stammered. - It's as if there isn't, isn't it? So stuffy and hot!

Her statement allowed the young man to breathe. No mistakes so far.

- Indeed! - Esben laughed with relief. - If I may ask, what do you do for a living?

- Oh, and I thought I wouldn't talk about work today! - Goodwin sighed, half annoyed, half disappointed. Had he said something wrong? Esben didn't know, but the woman continued:

- I grow apples and strawberries, Mr. Malkyn. Your sister helps with my planting.

- So you work in the Northern Region?

- That's right. - And she smiled as she looked at him. - Why do you seem so excited?

- Oh, it's no big deal, I just really like this region. I love the architecture and the plantations.

- You're not going to tell me you're not a city man? - she laughed with bewilderment and admiration.

- I'm not! - he laughed too. - The mountains and the trees... I really envy anyone who can live in this area!

The woman looked at him again, this time more slowly and calmly, and said in a delighted, deep voice: - Good to know.

And she would still be looking at him like that - dangerously sweet - if Esben's father hadn't intervened.

- Excuse me, Mrs. Goodwin. - the older man said. - We need to get inside. - and pulled his son by the arm to the center of the huge, crowded and suffocating hall.

- Dad, what's wrong? We're staying in the garden, have you forgotten? - he asked, involuntarily cringing at the noise.

- Keep your voice down and straighten up! - He spat with a fury that transformed his face. - Have you gone mad? Talking to Emily Goodwin like that? One wrong move with that scum and your life will be ruined!

- Father! - Esben pleaded as he tried to break free from his grip. It was impressive: the man was holding his arm elegantly, pretending to have the right posture to stick to his son, but in reality he was pinning him down and squeezing him with tremendous force. - Stop, stop! Naia allowed the conversation!

His father finally stopped twisting his skin. His face, once bathed in angry red, took on a pale hue that distressed Esben so much that all the shouting and music around him became insignificant.

- Father?

- It's getting late. - he suddenly commented. - Get ready to go. - and then released him and disappeared into the crowd.

His timing, as always, was precise: the hostess had already instructed the musicians to stop playing soon, and some families were already saying a long goodbye to other guests.

The party had passed, perhaps for the first time, quickly, and Esben went back to looking for Goodwin in the crowd. He couldn't just walk away and disappear from the lady like that.

However, before he could even find her, he was cornered by half a dozen other madams, and unnecessarily gentle and long goodbyes trapped him until his father pulled him by the arm again.

This time, he was accompanied by Mrs. Malkyn, and the family found themselves locked in the car within minutes.

The father, indignant, rattled around inside the car in such a way that even the matriarch couldn't ignore him. She stared at him endlessly, as if her brain was fighting with her lips and neither of them really knew what to do. Finally, they returned to South Central Manor, and Esben fled to his room while Naia carried his fight to the entrance hall.

The father, on the other hand, didn't bother to stop himself. His fists flew open and his hairstyle fell apart as soon as Esben had left the room.

- Naia, what's on your mind? - he screamed, his whole body shaking and boiling, his hands aggressive as he gestured. - Goodwin? Emily Goodwin? Do you really want your brother to become a heretic?

- A heretic?

- A nobody, living on the margins of society like the filthy Goodwin! - he laughed scornfully, an uncontrolled outpouring of anger. - A farmer! Is your brother going to have a farmer's wife now? - And he shouted and shouted until her ears hurt. She didn't even understand what was wrong with Goodwin.

- She lives in the country, just the way he likes it. What's the problem?

- The problem, you stupid girl, is that Goodwin is a disgrace! The woman doesn't go a month without appearing in the worst sessions of every show and you want to make her Esben's companion? - Naia could feel her father's saliva against her skin. - NO! NEVER!

- You don't get to decide that. - she retorted with the same force and firmness as the slap that hit her in the face.

- Listen here, young lady. You're not going to ruin this family name. Your mother worked too hard to get us to the top for you to ruin everything with Goodwin!

- Nothing's happened yet. - Naia assured her, ignoring the pain and numbness spreading across her cheek. - I'll fix it tomorrow.

And that was all the father needed to hear. He went to his quarters without making another sound.

Now the matriarch had to go to her office and catch up on business. In the city of Burgo, many deals took place at night, so she had to be ready and willing to attend to any client. And so she did: she walked without blinking to the other side of the house, crossing endless empty corridors until she reached her office door. But she stopped.

She stopped with her hand already on the edge of the doorknob, hesitating a few centimeters to reach it. She stopped, sighed, and when she felt that her face still hurt, she turned around and almost ran to her brother's room. For a second, she forgot to knock on the door, and was about to open it when a voice came from behind her.

- We have a visitor. - the metallic servant warned. - A man wants to see you.

- What's that? At this hour? - she turned to it with irritation. - Tell him I can't see him!

- Yes, ma'am. - and it went back to the entrance while the woman remained there, her body half out and half in Esben's room. She didn't wait any longer: she entered the room with a determination that would normally have frightened him.

She expected to find him curled up on the edge of his own bed, writing down something interesting he had done that day, so she looked around.

But he couldn't find it. She looked, looked, looked, walked around the room and couldn't find him. The only movement and life in the whole room came from the turbulent curtain, which was unable to quieten down because of the night wind. The wind that came from the wide-open window.

Naia leapt over the window.

From a distance, she saw only a figure, the figure of her own brother sneaking through the night.

Her chest filled with dread.

Esben was running away.

#original character #original writing #original female character #um beijo do brasil #dystopic #dystopia #gender dysphoria #original dystopia #feminism #metanoeo

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Round 1b Match 12

Skeleteen/Ram Man II (Masters of the Universe)

fic count: 5

"They have never met in canon. Skeleteen is the son of Skeletor and SHOULD be the new leader of the villains. But he made the terrible decision to free the Unnamed One from inter dimensional time prison and is now bound to the Unnamed One to serve him. He still wants revenge agains He-Man for killing his father and he hates He-Ro for being He-Man’s heir, but more than that he wants to be free from the Unnamed One. Ram Man II is the son of Ram Man (or his apprentice, it’s ambiguous) and is one of He-Ro’s most loyal supporters. He doesn’t have very many canon appearances so very little is known about him, but he does believe in the healing power of compassion and that even the most evil people can change if given the right kind of help."

Gundam Tanaka/Hajime Hinata (Super Danganronpa 2)

fic count: 106

"Weird emo boy falls for a guy with the personality of cardboard because he takes interest in his pet hamsters and arcane rituals. Their friendship story ends with them holding hands it’s ADORABLE."

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"I was introduced to this ship by someone on my discord. The Classics Line is really confusing because the events shown in the comics are not consistent with the bios that come packaged with the toys. So I'm not sure how to explain this ship, it is mostly fannon. In the comics, Skeleteen is the servant of the Unnamed One and doesn't have any interactions with Ram Man II (not even in the ensemble fights). In his bio for the toy that never got made, Skeleteen started out a villain bent on revenge for Skeletor, made a series of mad decisions, became estranged from his mother (Evil-Lyn), lived with his grandfather for a while, then became a hero and joined forces with He-Ro to defeat the Unnamed One and protect Eternia. That's what's canon. Most of the fics for the ship are all AU, and they're all written by the same person too. The core basics of every AU are that EVIL-LYN is the one who wants revenge for Skeletor but Skeleteen has no memories of his father and doesn't care, Skeleteen just wants to do his own thing which is usually just rule the Dark Lands the way he wants to without his mother meddling or war mongering. By some contrive circumstances, Skeleteen meets Ram Man II and Ram Man II does not realize he is Skeleteen. They are both instantly smitten, but Ram Man II is in love with "Malkyn" and hates "Skeleteen" and Skeleteen jumps through hoops to make sure Ram Man II does not learn they are the same person. The fics are funny and angsty, with an underlying theme of the younger generation coming into their own and assert their own autonomy from the older generation that is trying to maintain their control of society (on both sides). I really like the fics and they have also sold me on the Skeleteen/Ram Man II ship."

"The same author who writes for Skeleteen/Ram Man II usually has a secondary ship in their fics that is He-Ro (Skeleteen's rival) and Trap Jaw II (Skeleteen's best friend). I am 90% sure the only reason this ship exists is because the author cannot ship He-Ro with Skeleteen because they are cousins. But this is the ship that's really compelling. He-Ro is Prince Dare, the son of He-Man | King Adam. Trap Jaw II is the adopted son of Trap Jaw, but he is the biological son of King Hiss, another villain who fought against both He-Man and Skeletor and was eventually killed by He-Man. Trap Jaw II is in an interesting position because he's Skeleteen's best friend and Skeleteen's base of operations is Snake Mountain, which is sacred land for the Sankemen. King Hiss was the leader of the Snakemen and Trap Jaw II is King Hiss' heir. TJ2 is the RIGHTFUL ruler of Snake Mountain which Skeleteen is occupying. If that doesn't already put TJ2 in an awkward position, He-Ro | Dare is the son of the man who killed his bio-father and made him an orphan in the first place. TJ2's character and conflicts are the sort of thing that should be central to a telenovela or Korean Netflix drama. I really wish the author liked the ship more. Its the real ship I want to read about. Please, check them out! https://archiveofourown.org/tags/He-Ro%20%7C%20Dare*s*Trap%20Jaw%20II/works"

#skeleteen #ram man II #ram man #masters of the universe #skeleram #skeleteen x ram man ii #sdr2 #danganronpa sdr2 #hinata hajime #gundam tanaka #gundham tanaka #hinataka #hinagun #poll

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444names · 1 year

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