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unabashegirl · 8 months

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Lycan 5 (HS)

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

— all chapters of LYCAN —

Author's note: Here is a little update on my life. Mentally. I've been struggling with the death of my father and his absence in my life. In February, I'll be going into clinical rotation, and I find it very unfair that he won't get to see me achieve my goals. We've been studying cancer in class, and I always get this knot in my throat that has forced me to hide in the bathroom and cry my eyes out for the rest of the period. Surely, it has been almost FOUR years since his departure, but I miss him terribly, but my mom says it's all right and I can grieve for however long I want to.If you have lost someone in your life. I just want to say that I am very sorry and that I understand what you're going through and that you are not alone.

Without further do. There is the chapter enjoy!

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warnings: mentions of abuse physical and mental.

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She feared her father ever since she was a little girl. He was a scary man. Everything from the tone of his voice or the way that his face would contort when he was angry. Y/N had never been able to relate to the memories that most people had of their fathers. He frightened her to the core.

He sat up straight with his back resting against the headboard of the hospital. He looked just like the day she had left. His hair was long and still looked very scruffy. She was surprised to see him, so healthy. She had expected to find him attached to all different types of machines and probably on a ventilator, but he wasn’t. He looked very healthy to her.

”Who called you” were the first words out of his mouth. She could sense the contempt in his voice. She closed the door behind her and walked toward the feet of his bed.

"Your sister” She distastefully said as she took her coat off and purse and placed them on the chair for visitors. Her aunt wasn't the best person to hear from. Y/N had begged her aunt for years to allowed her to move in with her and her family. She never cared to see her crying or frantically running around in town trying to meet the demands of her father. “Said you were dying”.

“That’s why you are here? Because I am dying?” He laughed heartlessly, “let me just safe you some time. You aren’t mentioned in my will. You’ll get nothing. Goodbye”.

“I don’t want anything” Y/N crossed her arms across her chest and took a few more steps away from him. She felt like yelling. She felt like crying. His comment had made her blood boil. She looked out the window and noticed the same woods that had scared her the night before. They suddenly didn’t seem like a bad place to escape to. “There is not much to give either” She giggled, referring to the large amounts of money that her father had wasted away in booze.

Y/N’s father no longer worked. He had been laid off after he had been caught very drunk during office hours. When Y/N’s mom had passed away, she had left a sum of money designated only with the purpose of helping to educated their daughter. Money that her father had used to get drunk.

“What? You now think you are better than us because you studied in some big, fancy college and live outside of town?” Robert laughed, “You are still the same useless and good for nothing girl that left this town. I am surprised that you haven’t been laid off. I thought you were here for money”.

“You think I want to be here?” Y/N asked him as she looked outside, purposely standing the farthest away from her father. Just in case, he decided to run up to her.

“You think I want to have you here?” He asked back. She was used to it. Y/N was accustomed to being put down by her father. She was used to his derogatory comments and wasn’t surprised.

“You think I want to drop everything that I have built for myself just to come see you?” She spat as her eyes finally met with his. “You have managed to pushed away anyone that has ever cared for you. I am the last person that you have left, and I hate it” Y/N cried, “I just thought that you didn’t want to die alone. But I guess you do”

Y/N grabbed her coat and yanked it on without saying a single word to Robert. It was obviously a big mistake to come see him. She regretted ever getting on the bus and picking up the phone that day. She grabbed her pursed and just as she was about to turn to leave. She noticed a man standing in the woods, staring up at her. She couldn’t tell who he was or recognized him because of the distance.

“Yeah. Go! Run away! That’s the only good thing you are good at! Just make sure this time to stay away!” He yelled as she shut the door behind him.

“Goodbye” She said to Robert and left the room without turning back once. However, she always had a slight amount of hope that her father would stop her from leaving and would apologize. Y/N sat down in the waiting room. She didn’t have the heart to leave him. She wasn’t him. But even though, Y/N could tell that he was watching her, she wasn’t fearful.

Y/N could see from the corner of her eye the nurses whispering and stealing glances. She could tell that they were speaking about her. She settled down on the most comfortable and convenient chair in the room. She pulled her laptop out and indulged herself in work. Y/N waited outside for the majority of the day, and she would also get periodically updated by the doctors

She left the hospital around five in the afternoon. Y/N was starving and even though the coffees from the cafeteria were decent, she felt like she hadn’t eaten in days. She threw her bag in the car, and waited a bit to digest her emotions before getting on the road.

“Long day?” A raspy and manly voice startled her.

“You could say that” It was Harry walking towards her with a big toothy smile. He was wearing the same outfit as in the morning, but had changed into construction boots and his clothes were now dirty, “What are you doing here?” She asked him. She crossed her arms and took a step away from him. She was intimidated by his heavy and intense stare. Y/N found him incredibly attractive. He was definitely out of her league, yet she couldn’t shake off the feeling of wanting to be close to him.

“The hospital is getting a new wing, and we were just looking over some constructions blueprints” He explained, he had been solving problems all day long. Harry was exhausted and couldn’t wait for the end. “How is Robert?”

“Fine” Y/N dryly responded, Harry could tell that his question had bothered her.

“Where are you heading now?”

“I was planning on having dinner with the Brown’s, but I guess it’s too early” She looked down at her phone. It was five-fifteen, which only meant that Mrs. Brown’s shift still haven’t ended.

“Wonderful. That’s means you have some time to kill. Let’s go get some coffee and a walk” He leaned off the car and started to walk towards his car.

“What?” She laughed lightly, “We don’t even know each other that well! I am not getting in a car with you!”

“But I am the mayor of the town. How bad can I be? People elected me” He pointed out with his lips slightly curved upwards as he walked back to her.

“So?” She crossed her arms, “You aren’t my mayor” Harry laughed and very intrigued where the conversation was heading.

“Ouch. That one hurt” He pressed his hand to his heart and winced dramatically. Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes at him. “Come on! I promise you won’t regret it”. He stretched out his hand out for her to take.

She looked at him and then back to his stretched out hand. Every fiber in her, screamed to her to get back into her car. She didn't know anything about him! They had met less than twenty-four hours ago. He could be a creep. However, Y/N always played by the book. She never did anything outside of her comfort zone.

Y/N always did what was right.

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shivunin · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tags @demandthedoodles and @greypetrel! I've mostly been fiddling with the fic I started posting on AO3, but here is some of another piece I've been working on as well. It's partially inspired by this poem:

I just love the contrast between all those long, hesitating lines and the abruptness of "Stand further off then! Go."

So, in relation to that, here is the precursor to the biggest fight Maria and Fenris ever have (this is...roughly three weeks after the Act 2 romance scene):

“You have a kind heart,” Hawke’s father had told her often when she was young. It had usually been followed by a crucial word: but. You have a kind heart—but the rabbit is beyond saving, but a kind heart will not help you when a demon comes to call, but you should let the boy fight if he wants to fight. Sometimes, the words were slightly different. Sometimes, Malcolm said instead, “Mijita, for the Maker’s sake, if you bring me to one more felled bridge I am leaving you to walk home alone,” or “Maria, you should not have shocked him back to life. I told you, did I not, what it means to be a mage? We are leaving; pack your bags.” But what he always, always meant to say was: you have a kind heart, but—

Malcolm was the first, but he wasn’t the last. “I don’t know why you bother, Hawke,” Varric said often, feet propped on his table, shaking his head. “Doesn’t make a lick of sense to me.” “I’ve no idea what you see in him,” Anders had said just a few weeks, glaring after Sebastian as he walked away. “He is beyond helping.” “I will never understand why you let that man speak to you so,” Aveline had said more than once, scowling over something Anders had said. Or— “you do know that the elf is like an angsty porcupine, right?” Sometimes, she felt like snapping in return: there is no point. I don’t know why I bother, either. But—there was no point in snapping, either, was there? They didn’t really want to know why. But Merrill—Merrill wanted to know why. Sometimes, Merrill didn’t even add the “but.” Sometimes, she just told Hawke that she was kind, no qualifiers. That was why Maria liked to spend time with her: Merrill didn’t waste time on prevarications like that. You were who you were, for good or ill, and she seemed to see little point in chiding one to change. Merrill was her friend; Hawke might even have been tempted to call Merrill her dearest friend, if she’d ever felt inclined to bestow such a distinction. It hurt her to see Merrill hurt, to hear the tears in her voice as they trudged back up through the bowels of the mountain. “Pol,” she said somewhere behind Hawke, “what was he thinking? He acted like I was a monster.” “His death isn’t your fault,” Hawke wanted to say, but Fenris spoke first. “You are a monster.” Hawke stopped dead, turning on her heel to look at them. Fenris was not looking at her; he was looking at Merrill, disgust plain on his face. Isabela stared at him, moving to set a hand on Merrill’s shoulder. “You aren’t helping,” the pirate told him. Tears had long since begun to fall down Merrill’s cheeks, darkening the collar of her dress, and when Isabela drew her closer more of them fell from her chin to the green fabric below. “Good,” Fenris snapped. He opened his mouth to say more, but glanced at Hawke and shut it again. You are a monster. Hawke could not say if she was angrier for Merrill or herself. No—she couldn’t say what she was feeling at all, really. Fenris looked at her, his mouth pressed into a narrow line, but at last he turned away. “Come on,” Hawke told Merrill, reaching for the elbow Isabela wasn’t holding. “Let’s get us out of these caves, alright? Nothing is ever helped by the addition of giant spiders.” Merrill nodded, her hands steady despite her tears, and allowed herself to be led from the caves. You are a monster.

Tagging: @star--nymph @ndostairlyrium @heniareth @daggerbean @alta-et-astra @palipunk @dungeons-and-dragon-age @idolsgf

#maria hawke #shivunin scrivening #wip wednesday #leading up to my favorite thing which is #two people who are arguing vehemently about something but clearly both of them are avoiding talking about something else #ugh this poem though #i've been reading the other sonnets from the portuguese poems while i've been looking for epigrams and #man. this just kills me. a poem to be read through gritted teeth

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charlieswanismydad · 1 year

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about me !!!

links

drawn by the amazing @ghosttoastx !!! if you read this ily you’re never getting rid of me now

Hi!!! I’m Alice.

I do stuff. It’s pretty cool.

Enfp, hufflepuff, Capricorn Sun, Libra moon, Pisces rising, he/she, and more!! I’m also a non-partnering aromantic and gray asexual!

I stalk blogs I like, don’t be alarmed if I like a bunch of posts at once!! In fact, be happy!! I love you!!!!!

If you want to talk to me please do!!! I want more friends. Just keep in mind I am a 15 year old minor!

You have been warned!

DNI:

racists, homophobes, sexists, etc. general dni criteria ig

people who just hate for no reason!! (anti-furry, just hating on certain fandoms, etc. ticks me off!)

proshippers

frans/fontcest

exclusionists

radqueers

radfems

pro paras. go to therapy

nsfw (also sorta related to above, pro cnc/ageplay. go to therapy)

WIPS:

Wilting Flowers - My actual baby. My pride and joy. It’s imperfect but that’s okay.

The actual grim reaper falls in love with a mortal. I can’t do it justice, you’re just gonna have to trust me.

don’t break my heart - Shameless Sans fanfic. All of the self indulgence ever, but it brings me joy :) semi discontinued, might come back!

I love it man. It makes me so happy. Basically yn is an awkward dumbass and so is Sans and they fall in love and stuff :)

Fandoms:

My main fandoms are Twilight and Undertale (obv), but I’m in a bunch more!! :D

The Arc of a Scythe by Neil Shusterman

Harry Potter by Daniel Radcliffe (JK…)

Steven Universe by Rebecca Sugar

Doki Doki Literature Club by Dan Salvato

Omori by Omocat

Arcane by Riot Games

The Walten Files by Martin Walls

The Amazing Digital Circus by Glitch Studios

The Phantom of the Opera by Andrew Lloyd Webber (the book’s by Gaston Leroux but i haven’t read it lol)

Deltarune by Toby Fox (is that an anagram???)

Meet the Robinsons by Disney

And more that aren’t off the top of my head!! Just ask bros :)

I’m kinda obsessed with UTMV, soooo….

Fav AU - Insomnia (link to chapter 1)

Fav Sans - Dust by Ask-Dusttale and Geno by LoverofPiggies

Music:

Ranked by popularity, with my fave songs from each! Just like the fandoms, it's all over the place.

Taylor Swift - Haunted

Hozier - In The Woods Somewhere

Muse - Soldier's Poen

Mitski - Last Words of a Shooting Star

Will Wood - Suburbia Overture/Vampire Culture/Whatever the hell the name is idek anymore

Dazey and the Scouts - Maggot

The Oozes - I Still Adore You

Lemon Demon - Action Movie Hero Boy

Tally Hall/Miracle Musical - Misery Fell

Teddy Hyde - Terry’s Taxidermy

Destroy Boys - Crybaby

The Crane Wives - Little Soldiers

Steam Powered Giraffe - Malfunction

Writing Requests:

HEY SO HERES A FUN FACT: I WANT YOU TO ASK ME TO WRITE THINGS FOR YOU!! LIKE I LOVE THAT!!! I WILL WRITE YOU LITTLE ONESHOTS IF ITS A FANDOM IM IN!!! OR I CAN WRITE ABOUT MY CHARACTERS IF YOU’RE INTO THAT!!! JUST PLEASR PLEASE PLEASE ASK ME AAAAAAA

Things You Might Want to Be Aware Of:

i tend to isolate myself when i’m having a Big Sad™️ moment. please do not be mad if i act cold!!!

i’m a very empathic person and i get really upset around negativity. please do not send me or mention me in anything political or controversial.

i get in my head about disturbing/sexual things. once again, don’t show me this stuff. don’t ask me to write about it, either!!

i am uncomfortable around religious discussions. i get enough of them irl!!! please keep them away from me :')

i’ve got adhd and possible ocd so yeah and also my auditory processing sucksssss so if we ever interact on call or *gasp* irl then i’ll say “what?” every five seconds

books. @bunny-on-a-bookshelf for books.

i’m just a silly little girl who is also a boy. we have fun here

Tags:

(new so they haven’t been used much)

#mootie patooties - mutuals

#irl alice - real life shtuff

#reblogs - self explanatory

#alice writes sometimes - my writing!!!!

#skeleposting - undertale/utmv

#is that an anagram??? - deltarune

#sparkly - twilight

#im aspec BUT - simping, fangirling, i do a lot of it

#liveblogging homestuck - reading homestuck and making vague comments about it.

#ALL HAIL - welcome to nightvale stuff!!!

#rock n robinson - meet the robinsons

#musical automatons - steam powered giraffe!!!! the best band ever btwwwew

Moots:

I literally love you guys 😭😭

@donotreleasemeintothewild

@livforlive

@last-herondale

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@junessillywachingcorner

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littleperilstories · 1 year

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The Prince of Thieves: Overdue for Trouble After Midnight

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Warnings: grief, angst, mention of death (hanging/execution), uhhh some light systemic misogyny?

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Word count: 2330 || Approx reading time: 9 mins

Overdue for Trouble After Midnight

Teaser: My stomach lurched as I crossed the sticky tavern floor. It was always disgusting in this place, positively rancid on a good day, but the splintered wood and shattered glass swept to the corners of the room caught my eye. The jagged shards snagged on what the man had said about a big goddamn fight. Was all this from the day before?

Colette

“Talk to him.”

Geoff’s bushy eyebrows jump upwards, and his mouth tightens, the only visible hint that I’ve managed to piss him off with that three-word command. “You think I haven’t tried?”

Of course I know he’s tried. We both have. But our alpha wolf has shut down completely.

Well, that’s not strictly true. To an outsider, he looks the same as he ever did. Jamie rises early, checks up on the current jobs we’re running, finds out what the pickpockets have brought in. He barely says a word to anyone if it’s not related to IA. He only eats enough to keep himself alive.

Even worse, since Will vanished, Wolf too has been disappearing for hours at a time, and though he’s always been partial to a solitary walk in the fresh air, now he never tells us where he’s going or how long he’ll be gone. It’s a surprise and a relief every time he comes back.

Tonight, when he thinks Geoffrey and I are asleep, he rises again and slips out the door.

I don’t know what he thinks he’s going to find in the empty, dark-veiled streets. Will is gone.

It fell to me to tell him what happened. The day after Fox didn’t come back, I slipped into the tavern where the meeting supposedly occurred. All pubs have their regulars, I figured; someone must have seen what went down.

“Constabulary busted in,” one drunkard told me. His hair fell in front of his face—greasy salt-and-pepper hunks. “Bunch’a’vem. Whole fuckin’ crew, batons out, them snakes. Big goddamn fight. Saw ’em bring a body out, too. After.”

He reeked of beer, his breath hot and sour and far too close for comfort. It took a great deal of self-control not to shove his leering face away from mine. I vaguely wondered if he could tell my boy’s clothing was a disguise to get me through the tavern door, or if he just liked what he saw in front of him. More pressing, however, was what he’d said.

But he was drunk. Too drunk. Not reliable. “You’re sure?”

His nod was fervent, but wobbly, and I left him swaying on his stool in search of someone more sober who could tell me what had happened to Will.

My stomach lurched as I crossed the sticky tavern floor. It was always disgusting in this place, positively rancid on a good day, but the splintered wood and shattered glass swept to the corners of the room caught my eye. The jagged shards snagged on what the man had said about a big goddamn fight. Was all this from the day before?

I caught some mournful, pudgy-faced lad before he got too deep in his cups. “There was a brawl here yesterday. Were you here? Did you see?”

He nodded, narrowing his eyes at me as if I were part of the constabulary, come snooping around again. “Why you asking?”

“Because I want to know what happened,” I snapped. “Will you tell me or not?”

My voice cracked and rose in pitch, bringing me dangerously close to breaking my disguise—not good, because girls aren’t allowed in taverns unless they’re selling beer or pleasure. His eyes narrowed even more, and I had to force myself to take a steadying breath. What am I doing? I need to keep calm. Losing my grip on my emotions wouldn’t do anyone any favours. Not me, not Jamie, not Will.

I swallowed and fixed him with a hard stare. The way Wolf or Hare would glare at him. “Talk.”

I could see the man working through the options in his mind: give me the truth, brush me aside, or be a real asshole about it and alert the barman that some annoying woman had infiltrated their sacred fucking territory. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he sighed. “The constables arrested some kid. He tried to run, and they fought. Window got broken. And someone bit it, but I dunno who.”

He nodded toward the back room, and through the doorway, I could see the jagged broken glass of the aforementioned window. They’d done a shit job of cleaning up. Darkness stained the wall next to the shattered pane, rusty brown and ominous.

Fuck.

“Who?” I could barely bring myself to breathe out the question. “Do you know who it was?”

“I just told you—”

“The one they arrested!” You stupid ass. “I don’t care who died.”

He huffed out a sigh. “Like I said, some kid. He put up a fight, but they took him away. Think they were waiting. Some sorta sting.” He nudged me away with his elbow and turned to his ale. “I don’t know anything else about your fucking boyfriend. Now get lost. Before someone lets the owners know you snuck in here.”

I did as he said, but only after I’d taken a few more breaths to stop myself from whipping out my knife and driving it through his hand. Partly for the dumb fucking assumption about me and Will—the very thought made me gag. But mostly because he dared to order me out of his sight like a father shooing away a toddler.

I consoled myself by taking what coins he had in his pocket. Stupid man didn’t notice.

Outside the tavern, I sucked in the fresh air, glad to have a break from the smoke-and-sour-ale stench that all taverns boast. What were my choices now? Head to the jailhouse, find out if Will was inside? Maybe I’d even catch a glimpse of his idiotic face. But that would be risky. Too risky. If I got caught, and the constables spotted my tattoo, they’d throw me right in there with him. Then Jamie and Geoff wouldn’t know what had happened to either of us.

I decided to return to the city safe house, awash in dread, to tell Jamie what I’d learned. My heart thundered in my chest when I brought him the news; I was terrified, terrified, he’d lose control of his emotions, begin to wail and lament. I didn’t want to see my alpha cry.

He just nodded. Wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Thanks, Spider.” As if I was coming back with intel on anyone else’s arrest. As if it wasn’t his little brother—our Fox—our Will—they’d dragged away in chains.

“Try again,” I tell Geoff now. He doesn’t like it when I use this tone with him. He calls it my ‘mother’ voice. Actually, I modelled it after my old schoolmistress, but I don’t think the correction would mean much to him. Whatever we call it, that voice pisses him off every time.

“Spider! What the fuck do you want me to say?” He throws his hands in the air. “He’s said as much to me as he has to you.”

“Don’t wave your hands in my face.” I shove his arms back down. “He’s more likely to open up to you than me. You know it as well as I do.”

Our voices are getting louder, and it’s the middle of the night, much too late to be bellowing at each other, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not like we’re going to wake Jamie up with our arguing. He’s not fucking here.

Geoff glares at me. “He won’t say a damn thing.”

I rub my temples, feeling a headache brewing there. James has never lost his head over anything since I’ve known him. But Will is the only family he has left, the person he cares about the most. Losing his brother might be what does him in.

The problem is, if he goes down, we all go down.

It’s an awful thing to think, I know, and the guilt of harbouring this selfish thought brings a burning to my eyes. I can’t fucking stand the thought of that little mop-headed idiot in prison. But if that’s what happened—which is what all my sources are saying—then we’re in trouble. Big trouble.

And the Jamie who’s fucking around, disappearing for hours on end, sneaking out every day on some foolish search for a brother he knows he won’t find, hardly saying a word to his inner circle is not the alpha who will get us out of trouble if it comes knocking at our door.

To hell with it. “We need a plan!” I’m shouting at Geoff now, something he usually fucking hates—far more than he hates the schoolmistress voice—but tonight he stands still and takes it. A shudder wracks his body, ever so slightly, and distantly, I know I should calm down. Not that Geoffrey would ever dare lay a finger on me. I’d break his goddamn arm. But he might go punch something—or someone—else. “If the constables have W—If they have Fox, they’re going to interrogate him, and if he spills, they’re going to come straight here—”

“For Christ’s sake, d’you want the whole fucking street to hear? Fox won’t need to tell them anything. Just keep yelling like that—”

He’s right. He’s fucking right. I press a hand against my mouth. Gritty wetness—trapped between my fingertips and cheek—tears.

Goddamnit. I’ve never cried in front of Geoff. Or anyone in IA.

“You two can stop shouting,” a voice says from behind us, and we both whirl. Jamie’s back, unhurt, unbloodied, all in one piece. A sigh of relief rushes out of me. “It’s just me.”

“Where the hell were you?” I’m dragging him close before I’ve even thought it through—giving him a hug before Geoff can steal the moment first. “You fucking idiot.”

Jamie accepts the embrace stiffly, or perhaps the distant look in his eyes means he’s barely even noticed I’ve got my arms around him. The cold of the autumn midnight still clings to his coat, his skin. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Where’d you go?” Geoff will disappear in a moment, find a blanket, put a pot of water over our meagre fire. But for a breath, he is motionless, his dark eyes brimming with concern, fixed upon Jamie as he waits for an answer.

“I went for a walk. I needed… I needed to think. Alone.”

Classic James. He’s the alpha wolf until he decides to be the omega. When it’s best for him.

“Spider’s right.” Jamie slinks out of my hold to untie his boots. Even when his head’s somewhere else, when the entire world is burning around us, he remembers the little things. He knows I’ll kill him if he tracks mud over the floor. “We should make a move. Hit another safe house. Maybe even find a new one.”

His words fall like stones, plummeting to the floor. I swallow. There's something you’re not saying, Alpha. “What did you find out?”

“They…” His eyes are wide, and when he stands, sans shoes, there’s a tremor in his limbs. “There’s going to be a hanging this week. Public. Signs went up today.”

For a moment, silence.

I shake my head. “It’s not him, Alpha. It can’t be. They don’t hang thieves.”

“We don’t know what happened.” His voice is low and steady. It doesn’t match the terror in his eyes. “But you said it yourself. There was a fight. Someone died. What if Will…”

What if it was Will who landed the killing blow, and he’s going to hang for murder?

“He wouldn’t,” I say, but all of us know what Will can be like. Impulsive, thoughtless, wild.

“It doesn’t matter.” Jamie shoves past me. “They could pin it on him, anyway. And if it’s not him, we’re still fucked. You said it yourself. They’ll get it out of him one way or another.” He squeezes his eyes closed. “Won’t they?”

I shake my head even though he won’t see, but I can’t speak.

“One of our runners was caught,” he says quietly. “That’s the other news.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Maybe the noose is for them.” Geoff’s voice is almost always quiet. Now it’s tinged with grief as well. And something else—fear.

First Will. Now some runner.

That noose in the execution square? It’s for us. And it’s tightening around our necks.

I’m leaning against the wall in the hallway when Geoff stalks towards Jamie’s closed door. The space is narrow, and he has to squeeze past me, grunting an absent, insincere, “Sorry,” as he does. I could move. I don’t. My limbs feel heavy, my heart like stone.

There’s going to be a hanging this week.

Please, I think. Don’t let it be Will. The thought of his stupid little freckled face glaring out at a sea of judging eyes right before a trapdoor drops beneath his feet makes me want to empty my stomach.

Thieves we may be, and Fox might be a reckless, sarcastic little shit. But he doesn’t deserve that. None of us do.

It’s hard, so hard, to bring myself to move. In the end, it’s what I hear from Jamie’s room that draws me away from the wall.

“It should have been me.”

My heart breaks.

Stealing through the hall, following in Geoff’s footsteps, I peek through the doorway, and what I see shatters me into pieces.

Geoffrey is silent—what can he say? There are no words to ease Jamie’s pain—but he has his arms wrapped around our alpha, and there’s a sheen to his eyes that is not usually there. That little shudder wracks his body again when he meets my gaze.

Jamie doesn’t notice me slipping through the door. He’s buried his face in Geoff’s shoulder; his entire body is wracked with sobs. The rough floor snags on my skirt and stockings as I kneel next to them and reach over to lay my hand on his arm. But I know he doesn’t feel it. He is lost, far beyond my reach.

Geoff embraces him even tighter as Jamie speaks again, voice broken and thick with tears. “It should have been me.”

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lacontroller1991 · 2 years

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Behind the Fame: Prologue

Requested by @untitled87858: Would you mind doing a Rick Flag imagine where the reader is famous and she gets asked about her boyfriends during an interview or something?

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request! I used this prompt as kind of a prologue to a series that will be coming out soon (called Behind the Fame), so this is a little teaser. I hope you enjoy!!!

Behind the Fame Master List Main Master List

DCEU Master List

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“So, you’re fresh off your third set of stadium tours, having wrapped up last night in Las Vegas. Are you glad to be done?” The interviewer, Steve, questions you though you can barely see him underneath the overhead LED lights and glare from the cameras. But despite hardly seeing the man, you grin your pearly whites and push your hair over your shoulder.

“Not necessarily glad to be done but I am glad to be back home. I always love going out there and performing for my fans; afterall, they’re the reason I am successful; so I will never complain about tours. But I am glad to be back home. You have no clue how much I missed having a self care evening.”

“Not a lot of those on tour?”

“No, not at all. Everything on tour is always go, go, go and so you have very little time for personal affairs,” you reply calmly, feeling the weight of Rick’s eyes on the back of your head, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he waits behind the scene for you to be finished.

“Speaking of personal affairs. It’s been well over a year since you and actor Pete Davidson had split and as we all know, he’s moved on. So my question is, is there anyone in (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s life?” The question causes you to freeze. When you had gone over the script with Shanel, there had been no questions regarding your personal relationships, but here you are, in the hot seat. Of course you’ve moved on, and you have no shame with who you’ve moved on with, but you aren’t sure if he’s ready for that kind of publicity. Rick moves into your line of sight behind Steve and gives you a single firm nod, causing you to let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“There is actually. I’ve been dating this guy for about four months now and he honestly makes me the happiest I’ve ever been. I didn’t even think I could be this happy.” Rick stiffens in his position but you can practically hear his heart hammering in his chest, but you carry on regardless. “When I broke up with Pete, he took a little bit of me away with him, but when I met the guy I’m with now, he healed me, and still continues to heal me and I can not be more thankful that he’s by my side.”

“Wow, he sounds like a really great guy,” Steve comments, leaning in toward you as you blush underneath your makeup.

“Yeah, he is a pretty great guy.”

“So. Any plans on making it public? Who is the mystery man? How did you guys meet?” You look at Rick one last who simply nods, giving you a thumbs up with a small smile. His smile spreads to your face.

“Well Steve, that is one hell of a story.”

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megatronsmegatitties · 2 years

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WOO!!! INTRO TIIIIIIME

Hello there! We are the Timekeeper System!

We collectively go by the name Alex/Forest or you can call us Timekeeper or Time if you want! We go by any pronouns other than she/her (including any neos, so feel free to violently neopronoun us :D) and identify as transmasc and biromantic asexual. We are an OSDD-B1 system (undiagnosed bc we’re minor bodied) of far too many/hj and likely have autism, adhd and the parents think we have dyslexia so mayhaps that too. :D oh yeah and tics (likely Tourettes but we can’t get the diagnosed quite yet)

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The alter you’ll likely be interacting with the most is me I go by Blood Lust (just call me Lust, it’s easier yk) or Moth. I use any pronouns (again including neos so pls use those) I am our current host! I am pansexual, demitomantic and alexigender (genderfluid +more confusion/hj) I’m also polyamorus (why have one bitch when you can have 5? FIVE??? Why have 5 bitches when you can have 9? NINE???/ref) no but seriously, I’m dating 9 people XD I have become that audio XDD

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DISCLAIMERS

•We are queer

•We are a system

•We are very much mentally ill

•We aren’t going to mask for your personal comfort, that’s your problem not mine

•We use xenogenders and neopronouns (shocker I know/sar)

•We are a minor

•I am not going to be nice to anyone who knowingly breaks out DNI

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Please Interact

•One Punch Man fans

•Demon Slayer fans

•Cookie Run Kingdom players (screw devshitters though)

•Cookie Run Ovenbreak players (same as above)

•A Series Of Unfortunate Events Fans (bonus points of you’ve read the books)

•The Batman (2022) fans

•Fresh (2022) fans

•Hazbin Hotel fans (I don’t support the creator, I just like the series)

•helluva Boss fans (still don’t support the creator)

•Doors fans/players

•Danganronpa fans (also don’t support the creator)

•Corpse Party fans (PLEASE INTERACT I LOVE CORPSE PARTY SM BUT THE FANDOM IS SO DEAD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE)

•DDLC fans

•Cooking Companions fans

•Omori fans

•YTTD fans

•HTTYD fans

•Fans of the show ‘Ghosts’

•Fans of the band ‘Ghost’

•Fans of the character ‘Ghost’

•CoD fans (the babygirlification ones)

•Xenogender/neopronoun/xenopronoun users

•Mentally ill people

•The Gays

•Systems

•Pet/Age regressors

•Therians

•furrys

•Cosplayers

•Basically anyone deemed “cringe”

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Thin ice bro

•Non-Endo supporters (you aren’t one but support them, idk how to word it)

•People we know IRL (minus like- 3 people)

•Dislike any media stated in the please interact (if you don’t like it bc of the creators that’s fine though, I completely understand that)

•Christians (nothing personal, religious trauma)

•cishet allosexexual, alloromantic, monogamous allistic people (not trans, heterosexual, non-asexual spectrum, non-aromantic spectum, non polyamorus non-autistic people)

•if you dislike moths, cats, bats, cacti and/or Halloween

•“Cats<dogs”

•MHA fans

•The new ST fans (yk the ones)

•Genshin Impact Fans

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Holy Shit DNI Dude

•Proshitters

•Transphobes, Homophobes, Abelists, Rascists ect.

•Transmeds/TERFs/TWERTs

•Anti xenogenders/neopronouns ect.

• Anti otherkin, age/pet regre, therian ect.

•Anti self-diagnosis

•Fakeclaimers

•Beleive in disorder abuse (narcissistic abuse ect)

•Misuse tone tags

•Pro-Life/Anti-Abortion

•Make fun of Triggers/TWs

•General assholes

• Claim to be a system and are anything other than traumagenic

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More about us (because why not)

Fave music artists/bands:

•Ghost

•Mother Mother

•The Living Tombstone

•Jazmin Bean

•Poppy

•David Bowie

•Night Club

•Rabbit Junk

•Crim3s

•Grimes

•Mitski

•Crawlers

Hyperfixations:

•Doors

•Demon Slayer

•One Punch Man

•CRK

•CROB

•Corpse Party

•Anything related to Horror/True Crime

Frequent fronters

-Lust

-Genos

-Saitama

-Venom

-Darth Maul

-Rusty Venture

-Sergeant Hatred

-Calculester

-The Spot

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anauro · 2 years

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it’s so confusing to me and i’m trying to educate myself but i get so much backlash when i ask and i get it no one owes someone to help educate them but then they ask why people aren’t educated on a subject it’s like no one will explain

how can you identify as a man and still want to be pregnant? does that not go against your gender identity? i understand some people can’t afford bottom surgery but wouldn’t getting pregnant as a trans male go against who you are considering giving birth is well a women or i guess nb thing?

im not trying to be hateful or rude i’m just curious and trying to learn

Hi anon,

I am not a trans man, so I may not be the best person to address this. I know there are trans men following me, but currently none has this information in their bio, so I will not be tagging them. They can interact with this post if they’d like to.

I will put the rest under the cut, because it's a sensitive topic and some people may not want to read it. I will also tag your ask with warnings, even though I understand you are just curious. Don't take it the wrong way, it is just to avoid dysphoria in people who'd rather not read this.

My advice would be to either google this (quora and reddit has plenty of threads like that) or ask a trans man directly.

I can provide my opinion as a person who isn't cis, but I don't see myself as a man either.

So.

In my opinion, genitals are not something that define you or your gender identity. A trans man may chose to undergo full surgical transition or may stay in the body they were born in and not even go on hormonal treatment. Trans men who aren't on T or who don't bind are just as much men and as valid as the rest of the male identifying community.

I believe this is the first thing you, anon, need to understand. Genitals do not equal gender. Not all trans people want to change their bodies and their genitals. Not only is this a painful, long and expensive process, it is also a risky one and sometimes it's just something that's not desired by the person in question.

I personally am not happy in my current body, I find it too feminine and gross, but it brings me great joy to think there are trans and nb folks out there who don't experience that. I don't identify with they/them pronouns, I go by she/he but am AFAB. For that reason, consuming trans men media (reading, writing, art, porn) feels very euphoric to me. I don't always relate to them, I wouldnt want to be viewed as strictly a man (I like both), but my anatomy relates closer to trans men than it does to trans women or cis women. It makes me feel happy to write trans male characters, simply put.

A man with a vagina or a woman with a penis is perfectly valid.

People who are born with a uterus can choose to use it and I don't think the desire to have biological children invalidates their gender identity. This mentality that pregnancy is a women-unique experience is a social construct and nothing more.

If you want to understand the trans and nb community, you must first understand that nothing in this world belong strictly to one gender only. Anyone can wear suits. Anyone can wear dresses and heels. Anyone can have a penis. Anyone can be pregnant.

Pregnancy for me is something extremely dysphoric. Even before I realised I am not cis, I have had extreme reservations about it. If I ever become pregnant, I would consider myself a pregnant man cause the mentality that I am a pregnant woman would be too damaging for me.

So to wrap it up, this is not a trans man talking, but a genderfluid person. You, anon, need to get rid of this 'x is a women's thing and y is a men' thing' mentality. Or that the state of one's body and their organs and genitals define them. Gender roles are a social construct and a very harmful one.

If anything in this post is factually incorrect or transphobic, please feel free to point it out to me. I too am still learning and always willing to be pointed out where my obnoxiousness or privilege is showing. Similarly, if I missed a tag - let me know asap!

Lastly, I'd like people to not comment on the personal things I described here. If you know me a bit better (aka if we talked one to one on discord), then feel free to message me, but otherwise I am sorry, but I don't care what people think of my personal experiences.

#roc answers #personal #tw dysphoria #tw transphobia #tw trans pregnancy #trans men #trans pregnancy #trans experience #genderfluid #nb #tw pregnancy #tw transitions

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cringy-username-dream-wanderlust · 1 year

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Top 10 movies

I was tagged by @whereforartthoumisthios. The first time I ever got tagged, thank you 🥰

Avatar The Last Airbender

THE TV SHOW, DEFINITELY NOT ANYTHING ELSE… (there is no movie in Ba Sing Se)

Not a movie, but still the best series of all time. It deserves to be mentioned and it deserves to be number one. Nothing compares. Labelled a kids show but it is so much more than that. The Asian culture, the redemption arcs, the characters, the plot, Zuko. I genuinely feel bad for anyone who never had the pleasure of seeing this.. and I don’t mean that in a degrading way. Many adults have recently watched this for the first time and love it. It’s a masterpiece. It changed my life and I will love this show forever.

Les Intouchables

The last movie I ever watched with my grandma before she passed away. It’s such a beautiful story of the meaningful friendship between two men, one who’s just trying to survive and scrape by and one who is fully paralyzed and is looking for a caretaker. Probably the most inspirational movie I have ever seen. It’s a French movie but with subtitles it is very enjoyable and I HIGHLY recommend.

Encanto

Perfect. I love this movie so much. It’s my comfort movie. Probably because I too was raised in a tight, close family with my grandma being the matriarch. I love Mirabel and as an autistic person I really relate to her and her struggles of not belonging and being left out constantly. (I’m doing much better nowadays, don’t worry haha) I also love the Colombian culture and the story. The songs are bops too. It’s so refreshing to see a Disney movie that doesn’t entirely revolve around the female main character being obsessed with a handsome man. This story is about family and it’s beautiful.

Avatar

NOT RELATED TO ATLA (no movie… Ba Sing Se…)

A classic. I can’t find the words to describe it. It’s just a beautiful, inspiring masterpiece. It’s insane how ahead this movie was of its time. Humans truly are the bad guys for a lot of living beings. If you haven’t seen it you really need to. The spirituality, the love story, the alien culture, the LANDSCAPES OMG.

Frozen 2

Better than the first one imo. And that’s saying a lot because I love the first movie. I just love the story and the sisterly bond between Anna and Elsa. I love Olaf, I love Kristoff, I love Sven. Reindeers are truly better than people.

A Cure For Wellness

My favorite horror movie. It’s such a mindfuck. It’s creepy, disturbing and it keeps you thinking from start to finish. Such a unique concept too, a horror movie in a wellness resort. It kinda makes my want to go there too if I didn’t know what happens. I highly recommend if you’re into psychological horrors/thrillers. There are no jumpscares.

Get Out

A horror movie again, but without jumpscares (maybe some tiny ones but they aren’t too bad). Without giving too much of the plot away, the stuff happening behind closed doors…It’s so messed up and it’s so sad that this is loosely based off of current racism POC are still facing. I do think the story sends a very good message though and I am glad it was made by Jordan Peele who is POC himself. The main character Chris is a very funny and intelligent person and it’s so satisfying to see a main character in a horror movie make all the right choices though.

folklore: the long pond studio sessions

I love Taylor Swift and her album folklore.

Miss Americana

I love Taylor Swift.

Barbie as The Princess and the Pauper

Sort of an honorable mention because I actually haven’t seen this movie in over a decade, but I still love Barbie movies and especially this one! It's my favorite! I used to pretend I was Erica lol. The music and the story are so good! I’ve been trying to find a dvd of it in thrift shops but so far no luck.

Thanks again for the tag girl!❤️

#tagged

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stitchthesewords · 1 year

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Finally had time to sit down and red The Royals Quests, and oh boy did I love it.

A few thoughts and theories I had along the way:

I love how Mumbo and Scar bicker in this AU. You can tell that they have known each other forever, and that they 1) care about each other 2) know exactly how annoying (affectionate) the other can be. They are like an old married couple and I love that for them so so much.

Special shoutout to Mumbo's ears reacting to his emotions. It's just so good. I can't decide if I hope he knows about it, or if I hope he is completely oblivious.

Having a lot of fun trying to piece together the mystery of Grian's past. The references to him feeling fresh air under his wings for the first time and not being able to fly nearly as much as he would have liked in the cave seems self-explanatory, but there being several references to him keeping his wings tugged closely to his back makes me wonder if there might be more to it.

The reveal that Grian isn't a "proper" Avian has me even more curious. Could it be a Watcher!Grian thing where he is from a colony of Watchers pretending to be/believing themselves to be Avians? Or is he perhaps from a parallel universe? I am eyeing all of this very much.

The fact that no one seemed to notice before Impulse pointed it out too. I wonder if it's some kind of misdirection magic that is keeping people from paying too close attention to him? And in that case, what makes Impulse immune to it? In short: worldbuilding good, brain go brrrrrr.

"Grian had come to learn that Scar kept that shelving unit there for the sole purpose of creating a shadowy space for Mumbo to retreat to" Also? I adore this line. Obviously, it's for vampire reasons, but I also love that Scar was like "Gotta get my husband bestie a dark corner to stand in and look menacing. It'll add to the aesthetic of the place, and the dramatics of our not-so-secret resistance meetings." Just. Gotta love him.

I love how it's like. Here is a fantasy world of magic and mystery. And also there's guns.

14/10 A++ highly recommend. Really, really enjoying the Rift AU a lot :D

Thank you for reading royal quests!! It’s nice that the king arc has wrapped up so now I don’t have to worry about them doing something and contradicting what I had planned lol.

I too love how Scar and Mumbo bicker in this. What’s funny is I honestly don’t think they bicker super often – its just that there is a lot to bicker about rn for them lol. But also yeeees – given how long they’ve been on HC together, I wanted to reflect that by having their relationship be pretty long [Relatedly, Bdubs and Etho have had a VERY long relationship]. They ARE like an old married couple and frankly everyone who sees them is shocked they aren’t married – I know Grian is sort of dealing with that confusion now.

ALSO!!!! I *LOVE* WIGGLING EARS DSKLAGSDKL. I think Mumbo’s ears are longer and swivel around and THAT is left over from my skyrim fanfiction days bc I headcanon that the skyrim elves can move their ears around. Scar's ears are much shorter so they don’t move. I also definitely think Mumbo USED to be oblivious to it but unfortunately the man’s been alive for centuries and I can’t imagine no one has pointed it out to him. Unless.

Hehehehehehehehehehe. Obviously I can’t reveal too too much about Grian’s past since, you know, spoilers, but I will tell you this – you are on the right track. I will tell you this in relation to the watcher thing – its NOT the watchers, actually. 👀👀I used to have rift AU tagged as Watcher Grian but I changed it early on because I decided to do something…different. With it. Hehehe. I definitely will be doing something with the watchers at SOME point, but not necessarily in this au – I think they’re more like an ancient religion no one really follows anymore. BUT you do have me thinking about Watchers-Pretending-To-Be-Human hm hm hm that WOULD work for one of my AU ideas hehehehe

Is it misdirection or is it obliviousness? Who knows. But also Impulse has some interesting stuff going on with himself too so he could totally be immune to it 👀 Or is it just that Scar and Mumbo have been too busy with bigger fish to fry to notice their new avian friend looks decidedly different from how Avians are supposed to. Hm hm hm.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEES Scar being like ‘Mumbo needs Shadows for his magic to work obviously regular shadows are boring I need to give my vampire bestie the best shadows” feels like such a Scar thing to do tbh. The aesthetics, the menace factor, the dramatics of it all. But also the fact that he thought about Mumbo and designed a part of his office with Mumbo in mind sfkjgfj I love them. There’s definitely like a light aimed at making the shadow be really strong.

You know the old joke of like ‘harry potter would’ve been shorter if he had a gun’ I disagree. It would have made things EVEN MORE COMPLICATED LGFKWDFH think about it. Magic evolving to deal with guns. Bullet Time/matrix-y bullet things. Magic infused bullets. But also I think the guns in rift au aren’t proper modern guns. They’re slow, a little clunky – think like guns of the late 1800s. Cowboy guns. Bullets are expensive, a little hard to come by, and King Ren is limiting the supply of them in an attempt to bottleneck Scar and Mumbo on top of that. I love fantasy guns.

Thank yoooooooooooooou!!! It means the world to me that people like rift au.

#Rift Asks #Rift AU #Mumscarian Rift AU #I really need to change the main tag dlakgds #Asks

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purrypuppy · 2 years

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!! Remembered I can make a pinned post!!!

25, they/them, trans, butch

DNI: most men*, if you’re bio says something like “32 | Male | Location” then just DNI, pls?

DNI anyone who doesn’t actively support and protect trans women (honestly I’m going to be suspicious of most people who aren’t transfem and/or dont have content about loving and caring for transfem ppl) and uhhhh idk probably lots of other people.

Posts that are tagged ❗️MEN DNI❗️are from an OP with men listed in their DNI. It always indicates men should DNI; but lack of it does not equate to permission because I will miss some posts.

Feel free to state in your DNIs if your comfy with nonbinary people interacting or not :3

*men can interact but if a post says men DNI then DNI etc etc; asshole men DNI obv; men who lgbtqaetcetc are welcome-r than men who aren’t; if ur a man and ur genuinely, kindly, respectfully concerned about me being bothered by you interacting, then 99% chance ur okay to be here <3 if ur nice about it u can always ask and I’ll, idk, vibecheck u or something lol

I like to respect DNIs so if I fit your criteria, I am very content to be informed or blocked or whatever you like. I try to err on the side of caution but I dont always know how to interpret DNIs that I partially fit into. I try not to interact if it says "DNI if you aren't attracted to men" because Im not super into men but like... my sexuality doesn't exclude men, it's just fickle and whimsical lol. Same for blogs that say "DNI if you're not wlw" cos I am nonbinary and I'm not w but I'm lw and I don't feel misgendered if wlw think IM hot so like maybe I am functionally somewhat w or at least on the fringes of wlw (and I do ID as butch, but it's in a very nonbinary way) so like, idk. I don't know what exact gender or sexuality I am lol. I just work here. But I do try to calculate my position in relation to a DNI, and if I get the wrong answer, its okay to tell me. I will simply respond with "oh, my apologies. Thank you for communicating your boundaries, I will use this information to respect them better." Or u can block me, i don't mind at all and I likely will not notice.

💜TAGS💜 the tag for my content is pppyprrs which is supposed to be read as puppy purrs but idk lol I don’t know what I’m doing. Videos are pppyv. Photos are pppyp. Non thirsty talk is usually tagged pppyrambles :3 audio idk yet

You have my permission to send me: any kind of message ;3 anons should be on, also DMs are welcome. Asks only pls :3 no DMs for now :3 non-sexual messages only. "Hey I have a toy recommendation" is okay; "Hey I'd love to use this toy on you" is not.

Expert Top, desperate apprentice bottom, Switch? Idk. I'm just oupy. Previously stone butch, melted by my femme, but I’ll always have rocks in my heart and an extra soft spot for other stones. Furry (dog-cat-fox-bunny-deer-dragon-something), full of I Gotcha Sweetie Youre Safe With Me vibes, queer, sapphic (?), into women, into nonbinary genders, occasionally into men (or sometimes just really enamored with transmen's bodies bc i have a similar body and sometimes its less of a "you fit into my sexuality" and more of a "goddamn i would be content to see those features on myself" especially tdicks oh my god they're so 😳 ....anyways)

Uhhh I forgot if I had more to say about because I thought about dick :3 sorry so that is all I suppose :3

🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸💜🌸

#pppyprrs

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whoviancumberbunny · 7 months

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For All Time - A Modern Day Vax Vessar Fluff Fic.

An AU Vax’ildan Vessar One shot

Vax Vessar Created By Critical Role

Magnus Bane and Jem Carstairs Created By Cassandra Clare

Cana Caine Created By Melissa C. Scraper [@whoviancumberbunny]

Written as sequel to The Love Letter AU by @demigoddessqueens

Tag: @undertale-anomaly20

Annie stood looking at the man that she was not a 100% Sure was Vax “Is it really you?” she had sworn she had seen him so many times as she woke from dreams after reading the letters in the magic desk. It had been two months since his last letter. She hadn't fully acknowledged how much the letters meant to her before they stopped coming.

He was trying to decide what to say and he didn’t want to explain to her in the middle of territory of the Matron of Ravens. When they got back to her house. “During battle desk was stolen. And I couldnlt send you any more letters.” He reached into the pouch on his belt and took out bundle of letters on top of which was the photo she had sent him “I had hard time keeping Scanlan from finding these letters. He liked to tease me about writing to you.” She placed her fingers on his lips to hush his rambling and lead him over to the couch after he removed his armor. They sat on the couch and she kissed him.

“I don’t care how it is possible. I only hope that we are finally together. I wrote in my journal that I feared that was fated to be alone and have a soulmate who lived 1000 years before me.” Vax held Annie in his arms “You must be hungry I will go make you something to eat.” She returned a few minutes Later “the pizza will be ready in….” She was stopped dead in her tracks

“Shaun Gilmore helped me get to you. And before he completed the spell he told me I better marry.” He took a ring out of his pocket “I meant ever word I said in those letters. Annie will you marry me?” Annie looked at him

“Yes, Vax’ildan Vessar. I will marry you.” After he slid the ring onto her finger

“Before you ask he enchanted the ring so it would fit you perfectly.” He stood up and took her in his arms and kissed her passionately “I thought I’d never be able to have you in my arms.” He whispered. A few days later after spending time alone together they went to City Hall. That was when it dawned on them they had another hurdle to get over Vax had no proof of his own existence because he had only been in present for two weeks. “I know someone who can help us.” Annie said she took out her phone and dialed a phone number “I need help with the situation related to the desk you sold me.” They leave city hall and find an alley where all is clear “we are someplace where there aren’t any witnesses.” A portal opens up on the other side an apartment with elegant furniture is visible. “I see you convinced Alec to let you get that loud sofa.”

“That happens to be blue velvet sofa and since the children are training to be shadowhunters it should stay clean a while.” Magnus said. She explains herself to the warlock “I can help you with that. Have a seat.”

Vax whispered to Annie “I thought people like Gilmore were unusual.”

“Sweetie I am not exactly like Shaun Gilmore. for one thing my father is a prince of hell and prickish one at that.” Magnus say as he snapped his fingers and drinks appeared in their hands “Don’t worry I know you prefer non alcoholic drinks, Annie it is sparkling apple juice. Due to Vax’ildan’s skill set I am sure I can convince Alexander to register him as a shadow hunter.” He grinned until then It may not be recognized as legal marriage in most places. Since i help mortals with love charms. I can marry you two. I just need a witness.” Magnus casually ran his hand along the fur of his cats as he thought and he picked uop his phone and made long distance call to England.

After about ten minute “are we going to Jem’s house. I haven’t been there since before Mina was born.” Normally ‘mundanes’ weren’t allowed into the world of the Nephilim but a few months before Magnus had given her the desk. She had come close to becoming shadow hunter. But she had left the academy before ascending. Annie had never known about her mother’s family. It turned out she was distant cousin of Jem and Emma’s adoptive son, Kit Herondale. After Watching the ascension kill one of her classmates. She left the silent city.

Magnus “Yes, but first thing’s first. if you are getting married what you are wearing is too plain.” He snapped his fingers and her clothes changed like in the scene in Cinderella after the prince finds Cinderella and the veil appears as her dress changes back in the ball gown

Annie looked at him “How did you know this is my favorite Cinderella movie dress?”

“Aside from the fact that you are the one who suggested a Cinderella movie marathon last time we had movie night with Clary and Izzy.” He grinned “you have bit of dialogue from Cinderella 1965 memorized.” A few moments later they were stepping out of a portal in large room where they could hear violin music playing. “Jem. Are you playing the dance of the swans from swan lake?” Annie asked him

The older man with white hair, Jem was around 150 years old because had recently become mortal he only just begun to age. “ I see magnus couldn’t resist giving the bride a makeover.” He offers his hand to Vax to shake “Jem Carstairs, you must be Vax’ildan Vessar.” He grinned last time Annie had visited was a few months after she and Vax had began writing to one another through the magical desk. It was still unclear if Magnus had known what the desk was when he gave it Annie. He only knew that she liked it as a pretty object and would take care of it.

“we shall have a reception once everyone is available to come to Brooklyn.” Magnus declared after he had completed marriage ceremony. Vax kissed her passionately

Annie “You’re stuck with me now.” She whispered to Vax. He had been silent for last few hours, he was still adjusting to this reality but somehow the fact that there was magic here too was comforting,

Vax “is this one of the things you didn’t mention I nthe letters? I remember in one of your letters you mentioned there were things you weren’t allowed to tell me about.” He asked as he held her close.

Annie looked at him “I promised them I wouldnlt but to outsiders everyone you have met so far is just a group of eccentrics.” She whispered “So you know. Jem and Magnus reserve a room for us in the town nearby. Since Jem know how it feels to be newly wed after years of not being able to be with the woman he loves.” She kisses him

Kit comes down “Min Min wanted to be where everyone else is.” He smiled at vax and Annie. “It is nice to meet you. Magnus talks about Annie all the time you must be Vax.” He hands the baby to to Jem and goes over tic hake their hands “sorry about the scars on my hands, Jem has been training me to become a Shadowhunter.”

Annie showed him her scars “I almost became shadow hunter. Jem was there when I decided before my name was called to leave.”

“You almost became an angel.”

Annie “I almost decided to take the final step. But I was terrified after I saw what happened to one of the other students.” He caressed her cheek. She wished she could tell him but she promised the silent brothers and her friends she never would.

“Annie, I can tell by the look in your eyes that someone you trained with died in front of you.” Vax said as they went for walk for few minutes to watch the sun set. “I wish the desk hadnlt been stolen from Whitestone. I wish I could tell my sister and friends that I am happy and safe.”

Emma Carstairs glanced at them “I may know a way. If you don’t mind further assistance from Warlocks.” She paused “Provided the individual in possession of the desk in the time you came from didnlt destroy it.” She said to Vax.

Vax looked at her “If you believe it is possible. Annie trusts you, I suppose I can too.”

Two Months later after returning from Honeymoon cruise that Magnus and Alec had given them a wedding gift. Annie and Vax finds letters from the other members of Vox Machina in the compartment in the desk. They sat o nthe couch and Vax read all the letters from his friends and his sister. “Vex’ahlia and Percival are getting married.” She saw bit of sadness in his eyes. He was happy to finally be with her. But he believed he could never see his sister or friends again.”

Annie places a small box containing a a mother pr pearl button, in his hand “You remember the neurotic man we talked to at te wedding reception Magnus threw two weeks after the wedding. I mean Quentin Coldwater. To you all my friends are odd.” He fixed his home when it was falling apart and decided to change the rules about allowing only children who are lost souls safe passage through the Neitherlands.: he noticed she was holding matching button

“what does it mean?” he asked her

“The Neitherlands are in between earth and all dimensions.” She read the note that Quentin gave them with the buttons, “Sounds like they needlessly over complicated using the buttons. All it says it we need to be in contact with the buttons to use them.”

Vax was processing and it dawned on him what she was saying “we can sew them to our shirts.” He paused “Why does it say not enter the Midworld fountain.”

Annie “Because Midworld is where my doppleganger lives. IN Midworld they call them Twinners.” Before Magnus had given her the desk she had crossed paths with the citizens of midworld and beyond.

Several Days later, and many many years in the past….

Annie “Vax’ildan you asked me why I threatened to strangle that rabit in the neitherlands. It was a rabbit that wanted to blurt out what I hadn't had a chance to tell you myself. We’ll need to stay in Whitestone for several months.” She placed her hand on her stomach. He grinned and placed his hand on her slightly swollen abdomen “I love you, Vax.”

Vax “I was wondering why Gilmore was being delicate around your midsection when altering this dress.” They arrived at the location of Percy and Vex’s wedding “I object. How can you get married without me here.” He smirked and he walked over and kissed his sister on the cheek “You didnlt mention being pregnant in your letter.” He whispered

To be Continued

Wednesday, September 27, 2023

#vax x oc #vox machina au #love letter au #crossover au

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cuddlingslutt · 1 year

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warning, may describe some unsavory situations from nightmares ahead

Ok, so I’m no stranger to lucid/vivid nightmares that I can usually remember, even if with some missing details, but every so often I have bad dreams that aren’t inherently scary but they are extremely uncomfortable and unsettling...

I think, for me, this mostly happens when it involves some kind of sexual assault or even just sexual acts that are vivid and sometimes a little...weird (weird situations, complete strangers, colors, or scenery). The best way I can put this is as if you are a kid watching something happen, and you aren’t completely sure what it is, but there’s something wrong with it. (the atmosphere of these dreams are always skewed).

Back to my point; it ends up leaving me pretty anxious the rest of the day after waking up, for whatever reason it may be. Sometimes it may be related to real-life issues, but more often than not I can’t accurately pinpoint where it comes from. (Including the fact of things like I don’t have sleep apnea or didn’t eat before, didn’t watch anything “scary” etc.)

They rarely follow common patterns of dreams/nightmares (with deeper meanings); you know the ones, things like being chased, falling, drowning, being late, etc. These are always weirdly intricate.

I’m gonna just talk about my dream last night, because the other part of this is that I more than likely remember all my nightmares and they are recurring. So last night is one of those; I know I’ve been there before, but it’s different. I’m in a sort of maze and obstacle course with one other person, who at the beginning attacks me after stealing my name tag and doesn’t give it back. All other contestants are generally kind and there is a pretty happy atmosphere and color palette. But the catch to this dream is that it’s clear that we are going to die some way or another.

At the end of one obstacle, there’s a single bullet, but no gun. My partner and I haven’t come across the gun, which means we either missed it, or someone else has it. Completely normal, we don’t feel offput by this detail.

A little further away is a sign, telling us that if we’ve noticed all the cameras close by watching us, then to point them all towards a specific direction then open up our phone camera to face us (and take a photo apparently). This gives us bonus points at the end of the game (if we survive).

Next up is a fake waterfall and log obstacle; we hear someone driving up behind us, but we don’t know who it is. We get moving. Thing is, remember how this world isn’t scary inherently? The waterfall and logs are like a blow up jump-house. The “waterfall” and logs are cylinder blow ups that we have to walk across as they are rotating, and as someone is following us. (even though it turns out to be a friend...maybe).

In between all this happening, like a little flash here and there interrupting the dream is some sequence with a man m*sturbating (note, he’s in strange colors, like there are lots of lights in the room dousing it in oranges, yellow, and blues). It’s also strange because it almost seems like the editing format for a TikTok video. I know, don’t ask, I don’t want to know either. At the very end (over the course of less than 5 seconds) is a woman doing the same with him? This part is fuzzy, I think because I deliberately wanted to forget it. This is the part that “scares” me the most. It sticks in my head like glue and gives such a distinct unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not just the feeling of watching something I shouldn’t be, but that something is very wrong with this scene.

The worst part about this all? I’m at least somewhat aware I’m dreaming. I can vividly feel in the dream that I am thinking of how this all looks familiar, and I’ve dreamt something similar before and that this is weird and I don’t like it (but can’t necessary do anything about it, ie not freaking out).

If anyone has crumbs to throw my way about feeling similar or having eccentric dreams that make no fucking sense leave a comment I guess.

#dreams #nightmares #lucid dreaming #vivid dreams #vivid nightmares #recurring nightmare #recurring dreams

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parley-but-sus · 2 years

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PSA for writing trans men/trans masculine characters in fanfiction, from a trans man

Here’s a small list of things that bug me with trans characters written in fanfiction, so please keep this in mind if you are currently writing something with a trans masculine character. If anyone wants to add on, feel free to do so:

1. Don’t feminize them solely because they are trans. We are not soft and cuddly because we are trans. If a character’s personality doesn’t call for it, it’s weird to decide to change that solely because of that aspect.

2. Don’t infantilize them. I’m looking at you, trans peter parker writers. This goes along with the last one, we aren’t babies so if the character is mature then don’t suddenly drop their maturity down to that of a nine year old in your writing. We know how to act like adults and handle ourselves perfectly fine.

3. Research how binding actually effects people. Don’t just guess based on how you think binding is, actually look into it. There are things we can and cannot realistically do in a binder. We can’t run miles (trust me, I’ve learned that lesson), we don’t sleep in them, we aren’t wearing them 100% of the time. If you are writing a fit and active character, your best bet is to write them post top surgery. In case that seems impossible for your character based on age/financial status, I’ll let you know that I am both a minor and poor yet I have access to top surgery. It’s fanfiction, you don’t have to get in the nitty gritty, but maybe make sure to keep in mind that most of us can’t walk up 3 flights of stairs without feeling like we’re dying.

4. Research hormones and how they work. For basic understanding, usually puberty blockers would be given before puberty at around 8-10 years old. Testosterone can come at any age after that. I started at 15 and it effected me quite fast, got a man’s voice and all. If your character is in their 20s and on T for a while, don’t write them with a super high girly voice. That’s just not realistic at all.

5. Be CAREFUL when talking about trans specific experiences for your character if you are cis. The world is not a walking garbage dump for us all the time, I promise. We are not getting bombarded with “you girly tomboy t****y f****t” every time we walk down the street, you don’t have to go all out. And when expressing a characters gender dysphoria, try to have an understanding of how it is. It is not body dysmorphia but gender related, it is entirely different.

6. Please refrain from talking about your characters body as ‘womanly’, ‘feminine’, ‘curvy’, or any other variation that you would not associate with the character if they were cis. Please do not refer to their chest as ‘boobies’ unless they are mid breakdown or something. Please do not bring up curved hips or a womanly silhouette. Once again bringing up trans peter parker, please do not refer to him in his suit as wide hipped or skinny shouldered or large chested or anything of the sort unless you think it’s absolutely necessary. I’m a fit trans man and I know many other fit trans men who do not fit that description. He works out literally every single day, he isn’t a dainty little 6 year old boy, he’s a vigilante. This extends to any other trans vigilantes you may write.

7. Just a personal thing, but PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DEAR GOD PLEASE write more characters post top surgery. I’m literally begging on my knees here. We are tired of the worn down old descriptions of ripping of a binder and rib pain, I WANT TO HEAR YALL WAX POETIC ABOUT HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY’RE SCARS ARE. Or even just a little mention of them having a flat chest would be nice lol. If you really want browny points from me, try writing them post bottom surgery too. Metiodioplasty or phalloplasty, your pick.

It’s currently 12:45 am while I’m writing this. I may add some later to this, may not who knows. I’ll tag a whole lot of things so hopefully people see this post, but please add anything you want to to this, I want to open up this discussion a little more. If you happen to be a trans woman/trans feminine person reading this, please also add what you would like people to know. Have a good day guys!! :)

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queenshelby · 3 years

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The Maid – Part One of Three

Featuring: Tommy Shelby x Virgin!Reader

Words: 5095

Warning: Smut

Summary: It was Sunday Evening and you working at a nightclub in London. This was your first job and today you were to meet an interesting man who would make you a job offer that you couldn’t refuse. When you took up the job with him, you got so much more than you bargained for.

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Meeting a Stranger

‘Good Evening Sir, may I get you a drink?’ you asked as you looked up into his deep blue eyes.

‘Whiskey. Irish please’ the man said without looking at you as he lit himself a cigarette.

It was unusual for men in this establishment not to make eye contact. It was almost like he was disinterested in his surroundings.

When he lifted up his whiskey glass, you noticed his wedding band. Of course, he was married and here to cheat on his wife.

She probably no longer satisfied his needs. But what did you know? Being 19 years old and rather shy, you had never been with a man.

It wasn’t long until the mistress arrived at the bar which also was unusual. He must be a special guest if the mistress herself was taking the time to talk to him.

‘Mr Shelby, I apologise, but Laura is absent tonight. Clara might be of interest’ the mistress said.

‘Not Clara. Someone new’ he responded.

‘Of course. I will make arrangements’ the mistress said before excusing herself.

Just as the mistress had left, the man ordered a second glass of whiskey.

‘Your name is Shelby?’ you asked surprised as you served him. ‘Are you related to Thomas Shelby by any chance?’ you added.

Without a response, he finally looked up at you. His eyes widened and his facial expression changed, almost like he had seen a ghost.

‘Is everything alright?’ you asked as you didn’t receive a response to your question.

‘You remind me of someone I used to know’ he responded. ‘You just look like her’ he added.

‘So I’ve been told. It’s a shame I never got to meet her’ you said, knowing exactly that he was talking about your half sister Greta Jurossi.

Greta and her mother passed away of consumption before you were born. Your father became very upset by their passing and found comfort in your mother who he fathered two children with. You were the oldest.

Your half-sister Kitty Jurossi spoke about Thomas Shelby quite frequently as the love of Greta’s life. They had been together since they were 16 and you know that he left for France shortly after Greta passed at the age of 19.

Just as Tommy introduced himself to you and began asking you questions, the mistress returned and advised Tommy that arrangements had been made.

‘I changed my mind’ Tommy said. ‘Although, I would like Miss Jerossi to accompany me. I will cover her wages for the night’ Tommy said, causing your heart to skip a beat.

‘Mr Shelby, I am afraid to inform you that she has no experience. She is not one of our working girls. She is simply a barmaid. Although, if you insist and this is something you wish to explore further, we could perhaps come to some to an arrangement’ the mistress said.

You were speechless and felt like you were auctioned off to the highest bidder.

‘I am not intending to fuck her. I would simply like to continue our conversation, eh’ Tommy said sheepishly, catching the mistress by surprise.

‘This should be enough for her time and for you to put another barmaid on for the evening’ he added as he handed her 10 pounds.

‘Of course, Mr Shelby, thank you’ the mistress said before telling you to get your coat.

You grabbed your coat and met Tommy at the front of the club. Just as you arrived, he had lid himself a cigarette.

‘Common’ he said before you followed him to his car.

‘Where are we going?’ you asked. You were still slightly uncomfortable about the situation unfolding right in front of you.

‘A place I know’ he said as he drove off and, within ten minutes, you pulled up in front of a nightclub of a different kind. It was full of artists, a band was playing in the background and everyone enjoyed champaign and cocaine.

‘Common, have a seat’ Tommy said as he sat down with you in a somewhat private area.

He ordered you a drink and began to talk about Greta, his long-lost love. You were still unsure why you were there, with him. Whilst he asked you several questions about your life and your circumstances, it was mostly him who was doing the talking.

After several hours of talking, on the stroke of midnight, Tommy made you a proposal which was too good to refuse.

He offered you a job in Birmingham, as a maid. Apparently, his household was short-staffed and his wife needed more assistance. He was of the view that working in an up-market brothel as a barmaid was no job for a woman like you. Somehow, he didn’t know you, but he cared. He was concerned that, the longer you work there, the more likely it will become that you be asked to do more than just serve drinks.

His offer was kind and you accepted it with caveat that you had no experience as a maid.

He assured you that you will learn all you need to know on the job.

New Life

A week after your encounter with Thomas Shelby, your new life began.

You were introduced to the household and tried the best you could to settle in.

Most days, you were on your own with the other maids, Elizabeth Shelby, who was Tommy’s wife and Tommy’s two children.

Tommy’s wife Lizzie disliked you for obvious reasons. She insisted on older and experienced maids and it was evident to her why Tommy had hired you.

For a while you tried very hard to make Lizzie like you, but nothing took away the apprehension she had in respect of you.

Whilst you could understand her concerns, Tommy had never made any advances towards you. After all, you were much younger than him.

But, over the next few weeks, you learned why Lizzie was so apprehensive. Her marriage to Tommy was on the verge of breaking.

According to Sarah, one of the maids, Tommy and Lizzie were no longer sleeping in the same bedroom and she overheard Lizzie speaking to a solicitor in London to ascertain what her options were if she was to divorce him.

Sarah was of the view that there is no love between Tommy and Lizzie. There never has been.

Lizzie enjoyed the life and the money. Apparently, she used to be a working girl in Birmingham and this is how she met Tommy.

They used to sleep together, quite frequently, until one day she fell pregnant. When Tommy became a member of parliament, he married her. Clearly, he had to appear to be doing the right thing in a position like that.

Sarah herself had her eyes on Tommy and was the only other young maid who managed to stay. For some reason not apparent to you, Lizzie tolerated her. Perhaps she knew too much. After all, one of the reasons maids stayed at the Shelby household was because they were paid well, much better than in other households. Sarah was one of the few maids who had access to Thomas Shelby’s office and it was likely that she had to put a blind eye on the illegal activities Thomas Shelby engaged in.

Every Thursday Evening at 8 o’clock, Sarah would go to Tommy’s office and she would be there for an hour exactly. You timed it, right to the second, every week.

One week, you managed to quietly pass by the office on a Thursday evening at half past eight and you could hear them being intimate.

To your surprise, despite their weekly encounters, Tommy was cold towards her. He didn’t treat her differently to any of the other maids. It appeared to you that the sex they have was no more than another business transaction for Tommy.

Whilst Tommy wasn’t around much, when he was, he was different with you. He was kind and warm in his own way. You were the youngest maid in the household and even Francis said that you get away with mistakes that aren’t usually tolerated because Mr Shelby seems to have soft spot for you. Sometimes, he would even smile at you and you began to like him more than you should have liked a man his age. Sometimes, you even imagined what it would be like if it was you in Tommy’s office with him instead of Sarah.

To your surprise, after a month of you being at the Shelby house, Tommy started to call you into his office as well. You recalled the first time. It was a Tuesday evening, 8 o’clock and you were nervous.

Whilst you could imagine yourself sleeping with him, you had never been with a man before.

But, intimacy and sex was not what Tommy was after. He simply enjoyed your company and you would talk for hours, about horses, racing and politics.

Like a real gentleman, he kept his distance, offering you a drink and a cigarette while you talked and talking was all you ever did.

Sarah noticed reasonably quickly that your Tuesday night encounters with Tommy became a habit and once she even overheard you referring to him as Tommy as opposed to Mr Shelby.

Tommy insisted that you call him Tommy when you talked in private. It was not part of your work and he said that he felt old every time you called him ‘Mr Shelby’.

As another four weeks had passed, you could see the man within him who your step sister fell in love with and Kitty had spoken so highly about. He appeared to you every Tuesday evening at 8 o’clock, a different man.

Mistakes Happen

To Lizzie’s and Francis’s annoyance, you made many mistakes. Burnt toast was just one of them. But none of that bothered Tommy.

As it has happened, one day you even managed to break an incredibly expensive vase as you paid more attention to Tommy getting dressed through the crack of his bedroom door. It was a sheer accident which probably wouldn’t have happened if you paid more attention to what you were doing at the time rather than Tommy’s naked chest.

‘I am so sorry Mr Shelby, I didn’t mean to drop this’ you said, totally embarrassed and flustered as the vase dropped to the floor and, hearing the shatter, Tommy emerged from his bedroom.

‘It’s alright Y/N, seriously. It’s just a vase, eh’ Tommy said with a smile on his face as he bent over, helping you to collect the pieces.

‘Please Mr Shelby, I can do this’ you said with some embarrassment. Your cheeks were flushed by the sight of him, wearing nothing but his suit pants.

Tommy’s eyes gazed over to you as he picked up the pieces and it was clear to you that he noticed your flushed cheeks.

‘Tommy, what are you doing?’ Lizzie said as she observed him collecting pieces of broken porcelain with you from the floor.

‘What does it look like Lizzie?’ Tommy asked. It was clear to you that they were fighting, again. They always fought. Sometimes you wondered why they were married at all.

The constant arguing between Tommy and Lizzie was exhausting. It exhausted everyone, even the maids.

‘I’ve got it Mr Shelby, please’ you said as you put more pieces of the broken vase into a bucket.

‘See, she’s got it Tommy, now would you please see Arthur. He is downstairs yelling and Charles has started to pick up the swear words’ Lizzie said.

‘Alright Lizzie, fuck’ he said as he got up and left you to it. As you were cleaning up the last of the broken pieces, you overheard Lizzie talk to Ada about you.

‘I really don’t know why Thomas had to employ her instead of someone more experienced’ she said.

‘She looks exactly like Greta, his first ever love, that’s why Lizzie’ Ada responded.

‘Well then he should have left her at the whorehouse and visit her there’ Lizzie said frustrated before walking off.

Lizzie’s comment made you rather upset and you were beginning to feel even more uncomfortable at the house with every day that went by.

Lizzie had begun to notice Tommy’s favouritism towards you and it was clear to you that she did not want you around.

After another two weeks, you couldn’t bare it any longer and decided to resign. The tension between you and Lizzie had become too much to tolerate.

You handed your written resignation to Tommy at noon on a Monday and, just as he read it, he walked to his office door and closed it behind him.

‘Sit down Y/N, have a drink’ Tommy said, causing you to flush.

‘Common’ Tommy said as he poured yourself a glass of whiskey, neat, before sitting down on one of the arm chairs.

You sat down across from him as he handed you the glass of whiskey.

‘I cannot accept this’ he said as he took a sip from his glass.

‘Tommy, I cannot continue to work for you. I am not suited for this job and I am fairly sure that neither your wife nor Francis like me very much’ you explained.

‘That might be right but, in the end of the day, I make the decisions, eh’ Tommy said. ‘And I would like you to stay’ he added.

‘Why? You can easily find a better maid’ you laughed.

‘Because you are smart Y/N and I enjoy your company. Please’ Tommy said.

‘Alright, I will give it another month and then reconsider’ you said.

‘Good’ Tommy smiled. ‘I see you tomorrow at the usual time?’ he asked, causing you to nod with a smile.

It was difficult for you to deny Tommy especially since your attraction towards him was growing, becoming almost unhealthy in a way. Why would you feel like this around a man who was twice your age? You wanted him and stayed around in the hope that he would offer you more than employment.

And just like this, with Thomas Shelby in the back of your mind, you went on with your work.

It’s Fucking Tuesday

Tuesday evening approached quickly and you couldn’t wait to see Tommy.

At 8 o’clock, you sneaked into his office as usual, barefoot and without knocking so that no one would notice.

Little did you know that, that evening, you would reveal a lot more to Tommy than you had initially anticipated.

As such, after two glasses of whiskey and a couple of cigarettes, you spoke honestly about your political views. You too were in support of communism and felt as though Tommy had lost his way in his political campaigns for the Labour Party.

‘The good old cause, eh’ Tommy laughed after you outlined to him where the Labour Party went wrong in your opinion. ‘You know Y/N, you remind me of someone, someone who was just as idealistic and passionate about changing the world as you are’ he added.

‘I’ve been told that before, by my father. He used to get rather frustrated with us both’ you said.

‘Kitty said that you were idealistic and in favour of an armed revolution once yourself. But then she told me that all of this changed after the war. The same Tommy never came back from France. You had changed. But I am not sure if I am willing to believe that’ you added.

‘No one came back Y/N’ Tommy said. ‘The war changed everyone’ he added.

‘That is true but, I think that the Tommy she spoke so highly about many years ago is still in there somewhere. I’ve seen it. You are still a man with ideals and a man who cares, even if you don’t want to admit it. If you didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here’ you said as you walked over in front of where Tommy was sitting in order to fill up your glass of whisky.

For a moment, you placed your empty glass on to the desk besides him and kneeled down in front of him.

‘You are a good man, Tommy. A good man who does bad things sometimes where necessary and the world needs more men just like you’ you said before you leaned in and pressed your lips onto his.

Without the two glasses of whiskey, you would never have been able to build up the courage to do this, but there you were, kissing Thomas Shelby.

Tommy gave into the kiss for a moment, his lips dancing with yours but his hands not leaving his chair.

‘This is wrong Y/N’ Tommy said as your lips drifted apart.

‘Yes’ you said before pressing your lips back onto his for a short moment. ‘Yes, it is’ you added and, just in that moment, Tommy leaned forward caressing your face and returning the kiss.

This is what you wanted for so long, his lips on yours and your tongues exploring each other.

After about a minute, Tommy pulled away, looking into your dark eyes.

‘This is a bad idea Y/N’ Tommy said again, still cupping your face.

‘Well, then tell me that you don’t want me and I will leave right now’ you said.

‘I want you alright, but you are half my age’ Tommy said.

‘So what? You are Thomas Shelby, you can have whoever you want’ you said and, just like that, your hands reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it slowly.

You could hear Tommy inhale deeply and knew exactly that he likes to be pleasured this way. You had never done any of this, but the working girls at the brothel spoke about it frequently. Sometimes, you saw them do it, in a quite corner of the club or the lavatories if the men liked to be watched.

‘Have you ever done this before?’ Tommy asked, looking down at you, his hand tangled in your hair. He could tell that you were nervous and completely out of your comfort zone.

You shook your head shyly and, as much as Tommy wanted to feel your mouth on his cock, he wanted you to feel entirely comfortable with what you were doing.

‘Come up’ he said, taking your hands and guiding you up towards him before pressing his lips onto yours for a passionate kiss.

‘You don’t want me to?’ you asked as you broke the kiss and Tommy buckled up his belt.

‘Trust me, I want you to’ Tommy smirked, cupping your face again.

‘But not like this’ Tommy said before giving you another kiss.

Just after your lips drifted apart, your eyes wandered downwards where could see Tommy’s erection pushing against his pants. He clearly was ready and you wondered why he stopped you.

‘Tomorrow, after 10 o’clock, in your room. If you want me to come, you leave your bedside lamp on. I will see the light through the bottom of the door. If you don’t want me to come then turn it off and I won’t, alright?’ Tommy said.

Tommy wanted you to be sure about this. Not influenced by whiskey and not in the heat of the moment.

You agreed to his suggestion and, after a few more kisses, you left his office.

A Night to Remember

The next evening, after you finished work for the day and had dinner, you made your way to your room. You had a bath, washed your hair and got dressed in some lingerie.

The fire was lid and, just as instructed, you left on the bedside lamp. It was only 9 o’clock and you had to wait another hour before Tommy would meet you. You tried to kill the time by reading a book, but you couldn’t think about anything but Tommy and what was about to happen.

You wondered what it would be like to be with a man, especially a man like him. He was clearly experienced. Nonetheless, you were worried that it would be painful.

Five minutes to ten, you put the book that you weren’t really reading aside and put on some perfume. You wanted to smell nice for him.

You positioned yourself on the bed, seductively. Your black lace underwear was highlighted by the light of the bedside lamp. Your hair was open, your curls running over your shoulders. Your porcelain pale skinned was complimented by the dark red lipstick you had borrowed from one of the maids.

Waiting impatiently, just as the clock stroke ten, you could hear the door opening.

‘You look beautiful’ Tommy smirked.

‘Just for you’ you said shyly, taking in a deep breath as Tommy walked over towards you.

He was wearing nothing but underpants and you couldn’t help but stare at his perfect body.

It wasn’t long until he climbed onto the bed with you and his lips met yours for a passionate kiss.

The kiss was urgent and his lips tasted like sweet whiskey. He took his time, his hands roaming over your body while his tongue was dancing with yours.

It wasn’t long until he found the clip of your bra and he opened it with ease.

‘If I would have known that it would come off so quickly, I wouldn’t have spent half my weekly wage on it’ you giggled.

‘Just an unnecessary piece of fabric’ Tommy chuckled as his fingers began to trace the lines of your body, curving around your now naked breasts, stroking and teasing your nipples.

His lips soon moved from your mouth down to your neck and then all the way to your breasts.

‘Mmhm’ you moaned as he began to bite your nipples gently while his hands roamed downwards to your stomach and then your lace panties.

Tommy hooked his thumbs in your panties and slowly drew them down your legs, leaving you totally exposed.

While kissing over your breasts gently, one of his hands moved directly in between your legs and his index finger traced through your wet slit, dipping into slightly.

You inhaled sharply and tensed up suddenly and unintentionally. Tommy could feel your body become stiff and your legs closing around his hand.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ Tommy asked as he moved upwards slightly, worried that this was too much too soon for you.

‘No Tommy, I want you’ you said desperately before pressing your lips back onto his.

‘Please’ you then said again as your lips drifted apart.

‘Alright. I will take it slow and you will tell me if I hurt you or if you want me to stop. Agreed?’ he said, causing you to nod.

And just like that, his lips met your again before he started to trail kisses down your body.

Just as he reached your stomach, he stopped and lowered himself further, right in between your legs.

Tommy hooked one of your calves around his shoulder and then started kissing up your ankle, your calf, your knee.

You had no idea what he was doing until he got closer and closer to your already soaking wet mound.

‘Tommy, what are you doing?’ you asked nervously. His face was so close to your most intimate parts that you flushed from embarrassment.

‘You’ll see’ he smirked just before, all of a sudden, he dipped his tongue to meet your sex.

‘Oh god’ you cried out, partly from pleasure and partly from the exhilaration of a sensation entirely foreign to your body.

He drew lazy circles around your clit, making your legs twitch of their own volition. Your hand nestled in Tommy’s hair, stroking it as you moaned.

Tommy adapted quickly, gauging your moans and learning your sweet spots.

While his tongue circled over your client, he carefully and slowly pushed a finger into you.

You tensed, but relaxed quickly as you couldn’t feel any pain.

He began to thrust it in and out in time with the rhythm of his tongue.

You felt dizzy, quivering with anticipation as heat pooled deep in your belly.

You whimpered, whispering "please" over and over again as you felt yourself on the verge of exploding. No orgasm you had ever given yourself had been like this—it felt electric.

Tommy could soon feel your walls tightening around his finger and increased the speed of his thrusts.

You clapped a hand over your mouth and screamed as you came, your back arching, legs shaking, hips grinding against him. Even after you were past your highest peak, you felt the energy tingling, jolting through you, inspiring little sighs.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him grin, wiping your nectar from his face with the back of his hand.

‘I think you are ready now eh’ he smirked before taking off his underpants.

He was large, larger than you had imagined.

You took in a deep breath, knowing exactly what was to come next.

Tommy could see the nervousness and concern on your face.

‘Don’t worry, I will go slow and we can stop at any time, alright’ he said as he positioned himself in between your legs.

‘Tommy, are you sure it will fit, I mean…’ you said nervously and, before you could finish your sentence, Tommy interrupted you with a mild chuckle.

‘It will fit Love’ he said before his lips met yours again for passionate kiss.

As he was kissing you gently, he positioned his cock at your entrance and began to press just the head into you.

It felt warm and moist.

Tommy’s normally-cool countenance was wide-eyed and intense as he began pushing into you.

Your breath hissed out in tandem as he began to stretch you open and you couldn’t help it but hold onto his upper arms tightly.

Pushing into you inch by inch, you groaned when he finally met the resistance of your hymen.

‘Tommy, please’ you moaned as you squeezed your eyes shut and braced yourself for what was coming.

Tommy leaned forward, slowly pushing through the resistance.

You both struggled to contain your yelps of pain and pleasure as he tore through you.

Your eyes welled up with tears as your recovered from the white-hot sharpness, but before long it was replaced by a feeling of blissful fullness. You fluttered open my eyes and gave him a lazy smile.

‘Are you alright?’ he asked, holding still, allowing you to adjust to his size. His voice was throaty and intense.

‘Yes’. I feel so... fucking... full’ you giggled and, just like that, he began to push deeper, then rocked his hips back out.

He thrusted in a slow, deliberate rhythm, working his cock into you inch by inch.

Every new thrust stretched you out beyond what you thought you could handle.

He looked down in a moment of surprise as your hips began to grind against him, trying to work his cock in and out of you. He chuckled, re-positioning himself for leverage, and began to fuck you.

He began with slower, shallower strokes, finding his rhythm and stretching you out. You could tell that he wanted to go faster, but your walls were gripping too tight for him to pound you just yet without hurting you.

You could see the hunger in Tommy’s features, feel it as his hand tangled in your hair and gave it a sharp tug.

The tug distracted you and gave him the opportunity he needed to thrust hard and deep into you.

You cried out, and the lingering pain in your body was suddenly replaced by explosive pleasure. You threw your arms around his neck and he drew his hips back before pounding you with another powerful thrust, and another, and another.

The sensations—the sound of your bodies slapping together, the smell of sex, the feeling of his body pounding into you—collided suddenly in a violent eruption, and you couldn't contain your cries of pleasure as you came for the second time.

Your pleasure and the feel of your walls spasming around him sent Tommy into overdrive.

He pounded you harder and harder, before tensing and releasing his seed inside you with a shuddering roar.

You both gasped for breath, covered in sweat, hearts racing from the heat of your encounter. His lips met yours in a deep kiss, and you tasted yourself again on his tongue.

‘You are so fucking beautiful’ Tommy said in between kisses before he finally pulled out of you, causing some of his cum mixed with some of your mildly blood-stained juices leak on the sheet.

‘Will you stay with me for the night?’ you asked as you pressed your cheek onto Tommy’s warm chest.

‘You know I can’t’ Tommy said as he ran his hand through your hair. ‘But I’ll stay until you fall asleep eh’ he added before pressing his lips onto to yours yet again.

And so he did, he stayed with you until you drifted off to sleep.

The Aftermath

The next morning, you woke up early. Somewhat sore but full of energy.

Tommy didn’t have to tell you that, what happened last night, had to remain a secret.

Nonetheless, you hoped that you would have an encounter like this with him again soon.

To your surprise, when you got dressed, you noticed the stains on the white sheets.

You pulled them off quickly and decided to get them into the wash before the other maids had to use the laundry facilities.

As you walked into the laundry room with your sheets, you saw Sarah.

‘You are up early?’ you asked surprised.

‘Charles was sick last night and I have to clean his sheets. I think he doesn’t tolerate cows’ milk to be honest’ she said.

‘What about you?’ she asked.

‘Washing my sheets before it gets too busy’ you said shyly.

‘Didn’t you just wash your sheets?’ Sarah asked, taking them off your hands.

‘Sarah, please, let me’ you said. ‘It’s this time of the month’ you said nervously, lying of course, but trying to justify the somewhat small but obvious stains on your sheets.

‘Don’t worry, if I can clean up vomit, I can clean up anything. Despite, you don’t know how to use the new machine’ Sarah chuckled.

With reluctance and embarrassment, you agreed but, just as Sarah placed the stained sheets into the basin, she noticed a familiar scent. Tommy’s aftershave.

‘You know Y/N, you might want to see a doctor’ she said.

‘Why is that?’ you asked.

‘You said that it’s the time of the month for you. You had your menses ten days ago. That’s not normal don’t you think? Unless there is something else you have to hide Y/N?’ Sarah said sharply.

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I'm writing an AU of a movie that takes place in the 1880s USA, where a travelling white character and a Jewish character are waylaid by Native Americans, who they befriend. Probably because it was written by and about PoC (Jews) the scene actually avoids the stuff on your Native American Masterpost, but I'd still like to do better than a movie made in the 1980's, and I feel weird cutting them from the plot entirely. I have a Jewish woman reading it for that, but are there any things you (1/1)

2/2 1880s western movie ask--are there things you'd LIKE to see in a movie where a white man and a Jewish man run into Native Americans in the 1880s? I do plan to base them on a real tribe (Ute, probably) and have proper housing/clothes and so forth, but right now I'm just trying to avoid or subvert awful cowboy movie tropes. Any ideas?

White and Jewish Men, Native American interactions in 1880s

I am vaguely concerned with how you only cite one of our posts about Native Americans, that was not written by a Native person, and do not cite any of the posts relating to this time period, or any posts relating to representation in media.

Sidenote: if you want us to give accurate reflections of the media you’re discussing, please tell us the NAME. I cannot go look up this movie based off this description to give you an idea of what my issues are with this scene, and must instead trust that the representation is good based off your judgement. I cannot make my own judgement. This is a problem. Especially since your whole question boils down to “this scene is good but not great and I want it to be great. How can I do that?”

Your baseline for “good” could very well be my baseline for “terrible hack job”. I can’t give you the proper education required for you to be able to accurately evaluate the media you’re watching for racist stereotypes if you don’t tell me what you’re even working with.

When you’re writing fanfic where the media is directly relevant to the question, please tell us the name of the media. We will not judge your tastes. We need this information in order to properly help you.

Moving on.

I bring up my concern for you citing that one—exceptionally old—post because it is lacking in many of the tropes that don’t exist in the media critique field but exist in the real world. This is an issue I have run into countless times on WWC (hence further concern you did not cite any other posts) and have spoken about at length.

People look at the media critique world exclusively, assume it is a complete evaluation of how Native Americans are seen in society, and as a result end up ignoring some really toxic stereotypes and then come to the inbox with “these characters aren’t abc trope, so they’re fine, but I want to rubber stamp them anyway. Anything wrong here?”. The answer is pretty much always yes.

Issue one: “Waylaid” by Native Americans

This wording is extremely loaded for one reason: Native American people are seen as tricksters, liars, and predators. This is the #1 trope that shows up in the real world that does not show up in media critique. It’s also the trope I have talked about the most when it comes to media representation, so you not knowing the trope is a sign you haven’t read the entirety of the Native tag—which is in the FAQ as something we would really prefer you did before coming at us to answer questions. It avoids us having to re-explain ourselves.

Now, hostility is honestly to be expected for the time period the movie is set in. This is in the beginnings (or ramping up) of residential schools in America* and Canada, we have generations upon generations of stolen or killed children, reserves being allocated perhaps hundreds of miles from sacred sites, and various wars with Plains and Southwest peoples are in full force (Wounded Knee would have happened in 1890, in December, and the Dakoa’s mass execution would have been in 1862. Those are just the big-name wars. There absolutely were others).

*America covers up its residential schools abuse extremely thoroughly, so if you try to research them in the American context you will come up empty. Please research Canada’s schools and apply the same abuse to America, as Canada has had a Truth and Reconciliation Commission about residential schools and therefore is more (but not completely) transparent about the abuse that happened. Please note that America’s history with residential schools is longer than Canada’s history. There is an extremely large trigger warning for mass child death when you do this research.

But just because the hostility is expected does not mean that this hostility would be treated well in the movie. Especially when you consider the sheer amount of tension between any Native actors and white actors, for how Sacheen Littlefeather had just been nearly beaten up by white actors at the 1973 Academy Awards for mentioning Wounded Knee, and the American Indian Religious Freedom Act had only been passed two years prior in 1978.

These Native actors would not have had the ability to truly consent to how they were shown, and this power dynamic has to be in your mind when you watch this scene over. I don’t care that the writers were from a discriminated-against background. This does not always result in being respectful, and I’ve also spoken about this power imbalance at length (primarily in the cowboy tag).

Documentaries and history specials made in the 2010s (with some degree of academic muster) will still fall into wording that harkens Indigenous people to wolves and settlers as frightened prey animals getting picked off by the mean animalistic Natives. This is not neutral, or good. This is perpetuating the myth that the settlers were helpless, just doing their own thing completely unobtrusively, and then the evil territorial Native Americans didn’t want to share.

To paraphrase Batman: if I had a week I couldn’t explain all the reasons that’s wrong.

How were these characters waylaid by the Native population? Because that answer—which I cannot get because you did not name the media—will determine how good the framing is. But based on the time period this movie was made alone, I do not trust it was done respectfully.

Issue 2: “Befriending”

I mentioned this was in an intense period of residential schools and land wars all in that area. The Ute themselves had just been massacred by Mormons in the Grass Valley Massacre in 1865, with ten men and an unknown number of women and children killed thanks to a case of assumed association with a war chief (Antonga Black Hawk) currently at war with Utah. The Paiute had been massacred in 1866. Over 100 Timpanogo men had been killed, with an unknown number of women and children enslaved by Brigham Young in Salt Lake City in 1850, with many of the enslaved people dying in captivity (those numbers were not tracked, but I would assume at least two hundred were enslaved— that’s simply assuming one woman/wife and one child for every man, and the numbers could have very well been higher if any war-widows and their children were in the group, not to mention families with multiple children). This is after an unknown group of Indigenous people had been killed by Governor Brigham Young the year prior, to “permanently stop cattle theft” from settlers.

The number of Native Americans killed in Utah in the 1800s—just the number of dead counted (since women and children weren’t counted)—in massacres not tied to war (because there was at least one war) is over 130. The actual number of random murders is much higher; between the uncounted deaths and how the Governor had issued orders to “deal with” the problem of cattle theft permanently. I doubt you would have been tried or convicted if you murdered Indigenous peoples on “your” land. This is why it’s called state sanctioned genocide.

This is not counting the Black Hawk War in Utah (1865-1872), which the Ute were absolutely a part of (the wiki articles I read were contradictory if Antonga Black Hawk was Ute or Timpanogo, but the Ute were part of it). The first official massacre tied to the war—the Bear River Massacre, ordered by the US Military—places the death count of just that singular massacre at over five hundred Shoshone, including elders, women, and children. It would not be unreasonable to assume that the number of Indigenous people killed in Utah from 1850, onward, is over a thousand, perhaps two or three.

Pardon me for not reading beyond that point to list more massacres and simply ballparking a number; the source will be linked for you to get an accurate number of dead.

So how did they befriend the Native population? Let alone see them as fully human considering the racism of the time period? Natives were absolutely not seen as fully human so long as they were tied to their culture, and assimilation equalling some sliver of respect was already a stick being waved around as a threat. This lack of humanity continues to the present day.

I’m not saying friendship is impossible. I am saying the sheer levels of mistrust that would exist between random wandering groups of white/pale men and Indigenous communities wouldn’t exactly make that friendship easy. Having the scene end be a genuine friendship feels ignorant and hollow and flattening of ongoing genocide, because settlers lied about their intentions and then lined you up for slauther (that’s how the Timpanogo were killed and enslaved).

Utah had already done most of its mass killing by this point. The era of trusting them was over. There was an active open hunting season, and the acceptable targets were the Indigenous populations of Utah.

(sources for the numbers:

List of Indian Massacres in North America Black Hawk War (1865-1872))

Issue 3: “Proper housing/clothes and so forth”

Do you mean Western style settlements and jeans? If yes, congratulations you have written a reservation which means the land-ripped-away wounds are going to be fresh, painful, and sore.

You do not codify what you mean by “proper”, and proper is another one of those deeply loaded colonial words that can mean “like a white man” or “appropriate for their tribe.” For the time period, it would be the former. Without specifying which direction you’re going for, I have no idea what you’re imagining. And without the name of the media, I don’t know what the basis of this is.

The reservation history of this time period seems to maybe have some wiggle room; there were two reservations allocated for the Ute at this time, one made in 1861 and another made in 1882 (they were combined into the Uintah and Ouray Indian Reservation in 1886). This is all at the surface level of a google and wikipedia search, so I have no idea how many lived in the bush and how many lived on the reserve.

There were certainly land defenders trying to tell Utah the land did not belong to them, so holdouts that avoided getting rounded up were certainly possible. But these holdouts would be far, far more hostile to anyone non-Native.

The Ute seemed to be some degree of lucky in that the reserve is on some of their ancestral territory, but any loss of land that large is going to leave huge scars.

It should be noted that reserves would mean the traditional clothing and housing would likely be forbidden, because assimilation logic was in full force and absolutely vicious at this time.

It’s a large reserve, so the possibility exists they could have accidentally ended up within the borders of it. I’m not sure how hostile the state government was for rounding up all the Ute, so I don’t know if there would have been pockets of them hiding out. In present day, half of the Ute tribe lives on the reserve, but this wasn’t necessarily true historically—it could have been a much higher percentage in either direction.

It’s up to you if you want to make them be reservation-bound or not. Regardless, the above mentioned genocide would have been pretty fresh, the land theft in negotiations or already having happened, and generally, the Ute would be well on their way to every assimilation attempt made from either residential schools, missionaries, and/or the forced settlement and pre-fab homes.

To Answer Your Question

I don’t want another flattened, sanitized portrayal of genocide.

Look at the number of dead above, the amount of land lost above, the amount of executive orders above. And try to tell me that these people would be anything less than completely and totally devastated. Beyond traumatized. Beyond broken hearted. Absolutely grief stricken with almost no soul left.

Their religion would have been illegal. Their children would have been stolen. Their land was taken away. A saying about post-apocalyptic fiction is how settler-based it is, because Indigenous people have already lived through their own apocalypse.

It would have all just happened at the time period this story is set in. All of the grief you feel now at the environment changing so drastically that you aren’t sure how you’ll survive? Take that, magnify it by an exponential amount because it happened, and you have the mindset of these Native characters.

This is not a topic to tread lightly. This is not a topic to read one masterpost and treat it as a golden rule when there is too much history buried in unmarked, overfull graves of school grounds and cities and battlefields. I doubt the movie you’re using is good representation if it doesn’t even hint at the amount of trauma these Native characters would have been through in thirty years.

A single generation, and the life that they had spent millennia living was gone. Despite massive losses of life trying to fight to preserve their culture and land.

Learn some history. That’s all I can tell you. Learn it, process it, and look outside of checklists. Look outside of media.

And let us have our grief.

~ Mod Lesya

On Question Framing

Please allow me the opportunity to comment on “are there things you'd LIKE to see in a movie where a white man and a Jewish man run into Native Americans in the 1880s?” That strikes me as the same type of question as asking what color food I’d like for lunch. I don’t see how the cultural backgrounds of characters I have literally no other information about is supposed to make me want anything in particular about them. I don’t know anything about their personalities or if they have anything in common.

Compare the following questions:

“Are there things you’d like to see in a movie where two American women, one from a Nordic background and one Jewish, are interacting?” I struggle to see how our backgrounds are going to yield any further inspiration. It certainly doesn’t tell you that we’re both queer and cling to each other’s support in a scary world; it doesn’t tell you that we uplift each other through mental illness; it doesn’t go into our 30 years of endless bizarre inside jokes related to everything from mustelids to bad subtitles.

Because: “white”, “Jewish”, and “Native American” aren’t personality words. You can ask me what kind of interaction I’d like to see from a high-strung overachieving woman and a happy-go-lucky Manic Pixie Dream Girl, and I’ll tell you I’d want fluffy f/f romance. Someone else might want conflict ultimately resolving in friendship. A third person might want them slowly getting on each other’s nerves more and more until one becomes a supervillain and the other must thwart her. But the same question about a cultural demographic? That told me nothing about the people involved.

Also, the first time I meet a new person from a very different culture, it might take weeks before discussion of our specific cultural differences comes up. As a consequence, my first deep conversations with a Costa Rican American gentile friend were not about Costa Rica or my Jewishness but about things we had in common: classical music and coping with breakups--which are obviously conversations I could have had if we were both Jewish, both Costa Rican gentiles, or both something else. So in other words, I’m having trouble seeing how knowing so little about these characters is supposed to give me something to want to see on the page.

Thank you for understanding.

(And yes, I agree with Lesya, what’s with this trend of people trying to explain their fandom in a roundabout way instead of mentioning it by name? It makes it harder to give meaningful help….)

--Shira

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