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kim-poce · 1 year

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Full House/Pet-verse question: How do people become pets? Eri pretty much immediately clocked Day and Night as guard dogs, so were they born for that purpose (how German Shepherds are bred to be attack dogs) or were they rounded up somehow and, because of their size, designated guard dogs and trained accordingly?

BBU Worldbuilding. Heed the warnings.

CW: BBU (boy box universe), pet whump, institutionalized slavery, human trafficking (including children), kidnapping (including children), child abuse in general just to be sure, talks of sex slavery, racism, classism, ableism, noncon body modification (includes mutilation), food control, near death experience, torture, brainwashing, long term captivity, minor whumpee. If I forgot to tag anything PLEASE let me know.

Officially, pets are people who signed up to the facility. There are laws for it; adult applicants must have a witness, underage applicants as young as 12 years old must have the guardian’s permission and at least three witnesses; after a test, the applicant can choose which, from the given option, kind of pet they wish to be. No children under 12 allowed.

Unofficially, there is a lot of illegal human slavery, the consent papers are often fake or forced, and children really young go to the facility often and the register about it is erased.

The facilities avoid illegal acquisition because there are several people against the BBU system, people who jump at them at any given chance. There are however circumstances that makes them more prone to illegal acquisition:

Children: Easier to train and more moldable to whatever the client wants.

Foreign people: Some clients want specific races that do not always come by so they don’t lose a chance when they get one.

Neurodivergent people: Again, some clients have specific tastes.

Pretty people/People with unique features: For obvious reasons.

Training and Customization

The training is personalized both to the client's tastes and to the pet needs. Touch starved pets are sold to not-touching clients, pets allergic to fur are sold to people with no animals and so on.

In matters of customization, well, as long as the client pays, the facility will make ANY body modification asked: tattoos, piercings, removal of vocal cords/eyes/hands/etc, sewing the mouth and make the alimentation integrally IV, and so on. The more hardcore modification the less it is shown to the public.

Another important point is alimentation: To the underaged pets (the ones who are still growing) the alimentation is controlled. Guard dogs's rations are really nutritious and meant to make them big and strong. Lapdogs are feed enough to survive so they can be small and cute. Domestic and General pets are fed in an irregular way so they can work under any circumstances. Romantic Pets are usually also kept small, but the future owner can "customize" them (feed less if small, more if big, if they want the pet thin or fat, hair length, etc).

Guard dogs: Torture with no regard to scarring. Trained in martial arts and weapon use over stamina and strength training. Kept 24/7 with a shock collar and when the client pays enough they are implanted with a kill switch. During training, the torture often gets them in the brink of death, this happens so whoever owns them after it’s “merciful” in comparison, so the pet will see them as a “savior” and don’t try to fight back.

Lapdogs: Trained to be as touch starved as possible. Torture usually leaves little to no scars. fed and touched as little as possible so their owner may be their only source of comfort. The training is usually about being as still as possible, acting cute, identifying tricks and traps and acting as such, and makeup and hairstyle. Also, they learn to undergo pain in silence unless told otherwise.

Romantic Pets: Torture leaves little to no scars. Trained to be silent until told otherwise. Kept touch starved all the time but during sex, they have stamina training, and acting lessons so they look as if they are really enjoying it. Their interaction with everything and everyone in a non-sexual setting is cut so sex can be their only form of comfort and contact with other people. Training includes long periods of torture with no apparent reason, where the pet is kept in constant pain, the pain only stops during sex training so they make the realtion of “no sex=pain.”

Domestic Pets: Torture with no regard to scarring. Punished for every sound they make. Not allowed to talk until said otherwise, choke collar activated by speech (and it is kept on n moment they are obligated to speak so even allowed words hurt). Training includes cleaning and cooking lessons, made to overwork with little to no food, hours and hours of repetitive tasks.

General pets: Torture with medium scarring. Usually they sign up as adults and aren’t conventionally attractive so they go into basic training for all types of pets and are sold at a cheaper price.

The Full House pets:

If you want to know about other's series pets, please ask.

Beige: He is a Domestic Pet who voluntarily signed up when he was a young adult. He had no family.

Pink: He is a Lapdog who voluntarily signed himself when he was a teen. The money went to his father. One trainer tried to make him into a Romantic Pet but the facility didn’t allow him to.

Purple: He is a Lapdog who was forcibly sold by his uncle when he was a teen, it was so he would protect his brother. Money went to his uncle.

Day: He is a Guard Dog who was kidnapped when he was a really young child. No one got the money. He was meant to be a lapdog at first (he was cute) but he grew up too much so his alimentation and training was changed.

Night: He was kidnapped in his teens for political reasons and made to be a guard dog because they couldn't tame him enough to make him a Romantic pet.

Little One: He is a Lapdog who was sold by his parents as a young child. Training was customized so the “ugly” autistic traits were not shown and the “cute” ones were encouraged. At first they tried to make him touch starved, and since it didn’t work, they made him a dancer. Was meant to be sold to a non-touching owner but his first mistress wanted to “fix him,” she signed a document declaring she was aware that she was buying a touch repulsed pet and took responsibility for any defects about it.

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fatefought · 8 months

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@subsiist sent: five times hurt: ( five times the sender hurt the receiver or made them feel hurt. )

one. the first time isn't so much the boy. in fact, peeta was in essence just that. insignificant to his mother, which haymitch will learn years later. and in truth in the moment, the blond, baker's son was insignificant to him. the owner of the shoppe had muttered about haymitch's speech under her breath as he paid for a bundt cake. the true flair was in how she looked almost disgusted to touch the money that came from his pocket. ( abernathy grew up poor, but now he could probably buy the bakery in cash. )

pudina is a dime a dozen, much like her pastries. not all townies seem to hate the seam, but some sure liked to flip flop between passive and aggressive. it's nothing new. the victor's tour comes through today. shouldn't all business be good business ? maybe all of aldar's wife's sugar was too busy being shoveled into the baked goods. all that was left there was that pinch of salt. the son packs up the cake. any pleasantries that could have been have been swept aside for full seam vermin. " thank ya. i hope y'all's ma gets that stick removed. wouldn't kill 'er to be a bit peachy. " with that, he left. if chaff wasn't chaperoning a victor, abernathy wouldn't have gone through any of this trouble.

two. peeta doesn't like it when haymitch makes remarks about townies. he never complained about the boy's broad strokes when he painted ; when it came to speaking suddenly that was problem ! the older man can go on and on about how he knows not all the folk from the better side of the tracks had negative opinions on the seam. everyone starts looking the same with cheeks not completely sunken from hunger though. so what good does it do when townies show their distain in both soft and loud ways ?

the boy always tries to keep the peace. abernathy isn't one to kill them with kindness. maybe peeta worries that the crass words his former mentor uses are meant to be slung at him. ( he's no target ! ) the drunkard knows that it's bad everywhere, few people have it good. he knows the spiel. that doesn't erase the things he'd seen in twelve though. but when peeta does speak up and essentially tells him to stop, it's hard not to feel dismissed ; it's hard not to think about the few times he's been to the mellark family bakery.

three. the seam man was surprised how long it took for the blond to blow up after the games. he remembers his first spiral after the second quell. they kept happening until he found solace in apathy and the bottle. the latter he was so close with, it felt like a found family member. peeta seemed calm almost, even when he felt unbearable loneliness. it doesn't take long for haymitch to learn that he and the cartwright girl are the company he currently keeps. the boy is alone in that big, bright, shiny, new home.

mellark finally breaks his façade when liquor leads to bitterness so overbearing on the tongue that he has to spew it. he's long earned the right to be angry. the former mentor felt remorse over the the seventy-fourth games. ghosts cannot tell you that you've wronged them, even if nearly fifty follow haymitch. peeta can air the betrayal he felt. boy did he.

that night he stole haymitch's place of rest: the couch. the older man doesn't like staying in his bedroom as it makes him think about his lost loved ones. that night those spirits mix with the fact that abernathy left the boy to die in the arena. doesn't matter if they both agreed or that the plan was suggested by the other. why should the boy not be weary of a man who didn't even protest it ?

four. he wishes the boy and girl a lukewarm good luck as they head to the mentor's lounge on the first day of the third quarter quell. katniss had told him just thirty minutes prior that they'd watched the second one: haymitch's games. he and the girl had a spat over it. it ended ... fine ? the frustration he feels towards her also bleeds over to the boy. peeta won't likely bring it ; blondie was raised to not speak about things after all. this is something that haymitch would rather bury though.

they invaded his privacy, and a bitter part of him wants to return the favor. he wants to find the tape, maybe even destroy it. haymitch knows it's likely in one of the newlywed's rooms. he knows they typically sleep together. abernathy holds off on the search. damage is done. he simply sulks into his coffee that burns his tongue.

five. haymitch has felt the girl's blows before. most recently was the hovercraft, where she actually did some damage. but even then, her strength wasn't in hand to hand combat. the boy is surprisingly strong though, especially for his size. smart too, knows how to use his tongue to get his way. people don't give him credit for the cleverness that lays just below mellark's surface. the rebel is happy to see him on the screen. beetee had gotten that information. though the boy could easily utilize his strength against abernathy, he never feared the other's fists. the captive wasn't violent. his mouth was another story.

i know what it looks like, but this whole thing was planned by people outside of our control. ( say his name, boy. ) there was not a single lie in those words. might as well say it and rightfully damn haymitch. distance himself, save himself. unlike when katniss had watched the impulsion of the arena, his eyes didn't both looking at her and gauging the girl's reaction. think about what you're doin', who you're puttin' your trust into, what kind of promises are being made. grumbles stir the room rebels, who are unhappy with peeta's words against the cause. haymitch doesn't care for the room's response, but he cannot focus too much on it right now. say his name, boy.

sometimes when he looks at the girl, he sees himself in her. when it comes to the boy, that's not the case. instead, it feels like the baker's son had his hands on the sides of abernathy's head. it keeps his gaze steady at a mirror where he's forced to look at himself. the boy largely hurts him by making him acknowledge the demon that haymitch inherently is.

#classism tw #i really grasped for straws for this one #now if it was the receiver hurting the sender...it would be so easy to have thought about examples #* answered / haymitch .#subsiist

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meowhawkk · 2 years

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also another addition to the last post: I don't really like it when Americans make jokes about Brits because like. A lot of jokes made at our expense are normally making fun of the working & lower classes, & that the class divide here is far more extreme than in the States- which is another thing many don't understand, or choose not to listen to. Like making fun of people's imperfect teeth & council estate families, the poorer having little access to good educational opportunities, those with strong accents- there are more, and worse, examples & it absolutely reeks of classism, even if you don't live here.

but if you want to dunk on the Tories & other cunts that made the divide so extreme in the first place 🤝🤝🤝 be our guest

#blue says #ask to tag #classism tw #LIKE I think I'm like lower middle class. but I am one mistake away from being in literal poverty due to the issues in the UK #hate the game and not the player! dunk on them not us

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pumpkin-spice-whump · 2 years

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Reap the Harvest - Part 4

sorry, not really any whump. essentially just more plot. (kinda... i'm trying anyway). not the proudest of this but i want it out so this is what we have!

CWs: hospital setting, essentially slavery of a fantast race, blood

Masterlist

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Bridger wrinkled his nose as he entered the operating room, lugging the small cart of cleaning supplies with him.

He’d been doing OR clean up for almost two and a half years but still hadn’t gotten used to the smell of blood. Or the rancid cleaner they made him use.

He hummed as he mopped, trying to distract himself from the blood and the feeling of the camera on his back. He could never decide if it was better or worse to see the cameras or to pretend they weren’t there. Either way they saw him, so in the end it didn’t really matter.

And he knew they were watching him closely.

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Bridger had always wanted to be a teacher. Rayleigh was one. She taught half the preschoolers in Rockmire Hills. Bridger wanted to teach kids who had a better grasp on using a toilet, but still. He’d never thought of doing anything else.

He had all the qualifications for teaching. He’d taken all the courses, volunteered and subbed for classes. The kids loved him, and he loved them.

He’d submitted his application to the Employment Board of Rockmire Hills just before he’d turned eighteen. He was ready to be a teacher, and everyone around him knew it.

He was shaking with nerves and excitement the day he received his assignment a few months later, already imagining his own classroom and lesson plans--

Custodian. That’s what the paper said, plain as day. Custodian.

Bridger had cried. Luckily he was the only one home when the letter came, but he did. He cried and cried until Colin got home from school. And then he locked himself in the bathroom and cried some more.

He didn’t understand. How could someone like him, someone passionate and more than qualified for teaching, be denied? And assigned to custodian no less! He felt like the Employment Board was always complaining about a lack of teaching applications. How could this happen to him?

Rayleigh was livid. She’d been ready to march right into the Administrator’s office and give her a piece of her mind, she'd had her shoes back on and everything. Daniel had stopped her last minute and locked she and Bridger in their room.

“I was afraid this would happen,” he said. He sat on the bed with one hand around Rayleigh’s shoulders, like he was keeping her in place.

“What on earth do you mean you were afraid this would happen?” Rayleigh demanded. “They had no right to deny his application! Bridger wants to be a teacher more than anyone and he deserves it more than anyone! And we need him there!”

Daniel gave her a certain look before turning to Bridger. “I’m so sorry.” he said. His eyes were welling with unshed tears. “I’m sorry, Bridger.”

“What are you talking about Dad? This can’t be right, can it? I mean, me, a custodian? Cleaning trash and blood, that can’t be right. They made a mistake and we have to go talk to them.” Bridger wiped his tears with the palm of his hand. “We have to. It’s not right.”

“I’m afraid it is.”

“He has to reapply,” Rayleigh objected. Her conviction was lessening. “They have to at least let him reapply.”

Daniel shook his head. “They won’t accept it.”

Bridger felt the lump in his throat grow. “Why not?” he whispered.

“Because you fought back.”

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Custodian for the past two years. A gigantic middle finger to Bridger’s entire life. All because he got scared.

They didn’t want someone with his ‘ideals’ teaching, Daniel said. Probably anyway.

Bridger just thought it was to actively torment him. He knew it was actually. He’d reapplied multiple times, for multiple different positions. They eventually just began denying everything with his name on it -- which he knew because his application for custodian was denied. Not like it mattered.

The door behind him suddenly slammed open, pulling him out of his pitiful thoughts.

“Heyyyy! I’m back!” Colin announced, hauling his own cleaning cart behind him.

“Took you long enough,” Bridger muttered, getting back to wiping up a puddle of blood.

“Actually it only took my five and a half days, so I’m faster than most.”

Bridger rolled his eyes. “Whatever man. Just get to work.”

Colin smirked, pulling an obnoxious lemon-scented cleaner from his little cart. “What, you didn’t miss working with me? It wasn’t hard doing all that work alone?”

Sometimes Bridger hated Colin. Well, not hated hated him. Hated him like everyone hated their brothers.

Colin was the favorite. Their parents denied it through and through but Bridger wasn’t stupid. it didn't make things too different. It was just true. Colin was the baby. The funny one, the one everyone knew and liked. He was laid back and chill.

He had little to no ambitions, but that was totally fine with Colin and their parents. As long as he was ‘likable’. Working with Bridger, as a custodian, right now? That was what he had actually applied for. That was what he wanted to do. He didn’t know someone was watching their every move. He didn’t know anything.

Bridger swore it looked like there was no light behind his eyes. Like if he blew in one of his ears, he’d be able to feel the air come out of the other side.

“Like you do anything anyway, jerk. I liked the peace and quiet I had for once.” He jumped and Colin chucked a bloody rag at him. “Gross! You’re disgusting. Pick that up. And you’ll be working alone in like a week.”

“Already? Dang. Late last month and early this one. That sucks, man.”

“Whatever.”

“What is it?”

“Left arm.”

Colin lit up in faux excitement. “Hey! If you got it done last week we could’ve been twins!”

“Wouldn’t that have been fun.”

Bridger held his breath as he sprayed a particular spot of blood on the operating table, scrubbing with the stupid flimsy rags they give them to work with. He always had the worst harvest schedule. Back to back major donations, a million blood draws that left him freezing all the time. He missed Colin’s high school graduation because they decided they had to have his left leg and right hand at the same time.

It was to tear him down. Everything was to tear him down. Ever since that awful day two years ago, his life had never been the same. He realized that the world he lived in wasn’t as safe as he thought it was. It wasn’t set up in his or his people’s best interest.

It was set up, specifically, to harm them. To take away their autonomy, to make them think they wanted this and take away any and all chance to say no.

Crops don’t say no.

Bridger realized that Colin had been silent. Usually, he’d bask in that rare occasion for as long as possible, but when he looked up, Colin was staring right at him.

“What?”

“Can I--” Colin glanced up at the camera watching them and turned slightly so it was more towards his back. “Can I ask you something?”

Bridger felt his face pale.

It couldn’t be good if he didn’t want the camera to hear. Was his harvest like Bridger’s first? Bridger thought that Colin had so much misplaced pride he wouldn't dare fight back but maybe he did? Maybe that was why he tried talking to him the other night? Colin couldn’t just be having those thoughts himself, it wasn’t possibly something he’d think of or put energy into. Right? Colin was too naïve. Too… simple minded to put it kindly. He wouldn’t.

“Bridge?” Colin stepped forward. “You good?”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, getting back to work. “Yes I’m good. You can ask, just keep working.”

Colin took his sweet time getting back to it, but he did, glancing occasionally from Bridger to the camera, which he himself was pointedly avoiding looking at.

“Why did you get so defensive the other night?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb, Bridger. You know what I mean.” He lowered his voice. “You and mom both got really defensive when I asked if you -- if you even want to harvest --”

“I told you not to ask her about it again.” Despite himself, Bridger’s voice began to rise, a hot anger rising to the surface. “Can’t you ever listen to me? I said to just drop this. Why can’t you do the one thing I ask of you and stop poking your stupid nose around where it doesn’t belong? Huh?”

“I didn’t!” Colin argued. He stopped scrubbing to gape at his brother. “Geez, Bridge, take a breather. I didn’t ask mom again! And you’re not making me want to drop it by freaking out more.” He glanced at the camera again, hunching over a splatter of blood and what Bridger thought might be chips of bone. “Just like… what’s the issue?”

“There’s no issue.”

“Obviously. Look. I don’t think it’s okay we’re forced into this. What do you think?”

Bridger choked on air. Why? Why, out of everyone in the facility, did his idiotic little brother have to be the one with these thoughts?

“Why are you saying that?”

“Bridge… I didn’t want to do that.” He gestured to the blood surrounding him. “And this, do you think this Crop wanted to do this? It hurts. And we can’t say no! If they did this to the people outside, they would get to sign a waiver and get medicine and --”

“But you’re not outside.” Bridger’s heart rate climbed. The camera heard them. He knows it heard them. They might have people marching down there right now… Bridger got up and knelt next to his brother, leaning in. “Colin, I’m asking you to please please drop it. Please. I care about you.”

“Then tell me what the damage is. What’s going on?”

Bridger could feel tears pricking his eyes. Why wouldn’t he drop it? Why would he think these things in the first place? Why him?

“Why isn’t it okay to say that?” Colin whispered. His eyes were wide and scared.

Their eyes were the only thing Bridger and Colin had in common, looks-wise. Dark blue, just like their dad.

Bridger felt like he was looking at a mirror, staring into Colin’s fearful, blue eyes.

“Bridger, please.”

“Colin…” Bridger could feel the camera boring into the back of his head. “There’s a lot you don’t know about Rockmire Hills… and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“What do you mean?”

Tears filled Bridger’s eyes. He blinked them away.

“Listen, this sucks. Okay? It sucks, I admit it. I hate it here, every day. But it could be worse.” He wiped his eyes and stood up, glancing towards the camera. "Remember that it could always be worse.”

Colin took his arm, pulling him back down. "You're scaring me, Bridger. What happened to you? What do you know?"

"Nothing... You're better off not knowing. Believe me. There's nothing you can do anyway."

"How do you know?" Colin asked. He lowered his voice. "How do you know we can't... end it? Get out?"

"Stop it, Colin." Bridger gave a panicked look to the camera. He shook his head at it, hoping that they would understand. "Stop it now. Don't say that. Don't even think it."

"Why not? I hate it. You hate it. Do you want to do this?" He threw down his rag, splattering the blood on them both. "Seriously? You want to get cut open and then be forced to clean up after?"

"Colin, stop it right now."

"There has to be a way out. Somewhere we can go. We'll escape, and then we'll come back for mom and dad after we're safe and no one will find us. Maybe we can help others get out too! We can't be the only ones and --"

"STOP!"

Colin flinched back, eyes wide.

Bridger stood back up in a frenzy, eyes on the camera. "He didn't mean it!" he spoke to the lens. "He didn't mean any of that! Please, he wasn't serious!"

"Bridger what --"

"Do you realize what you just did?" Bridger yelled. He felt tears begin to fall, his chest heaved in panic. "You just gave them probable cause!"

"Gave who?!"

Bridger ignored him and turned back to the camera. Dr. Malsom or the nurses or the Administrator -- someone heard that. Someone now thinks that the Sharpe boys are planning an escape -- maybe a rebellion. That's all they need.

"I'll talk to him! I'll calm him down. I'll tell him it's not okay. He'll stop this, I promise, we'll get rid of these thoughts. I swear, I swear to you. I'll fix this."

Colin grabbed Bridger's shoulder and turned him around, shaking him. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm trying to save you!"

The automatic locks on the door clicked shut. The brothers froze.

Colin's voice shook when he spoke. "... Is it worse now?"

Bridger turned to him again.

"What have you done, Colin?"

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taglist (sorry if i forgot anyone! lmk if you want to be added or removed): @nicolepascaline @susiequaz12 @darkthingshappen

#colin sharpe #bridger sharpe #classism tw #blood tw #hospital setting #i'm trying to worldbuild and make plot but my gosh i suck at it #so sorry if this chapter blows lol im just trying to build up to the Big Stuff and i want to get to know the characters more #reap the harvest

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shrimplex · 11 months

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saw this poster in a bus station and hoo boy /neg

(no alt text because 1. its in polish and its content is talked about in this post anyways and 2. kind of in a rush so be my guest to rb this with alt text if there's a need)

so first things first, i understand calling an ambulance to a homeless person, i sort of understand a helpline for people in such crisis but WHO THOUGHT CALLING COPS IS A GOOD IDEA??? i am not an acab guy but come on!!!

second, "don't give a homeless person money, it will only validate them in their homelessness" WHAT THE FUCK??? that's just classism at its finest i dont even get it

i hate poland sometimes on par with amerimutts

#rant #classism #classism tw #poland #polish #homelessness

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hanjeongrp · 1 year

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Are there humans in this rp? If so, what is their role?

Okay so this is a very loaded question so I will try to keep my answer somewhat brief, but just know I have a lot of thoughts on the social power structures in Hanjeong and can go on forever.

Humans are allowed in the rp. We currently only have two (Though we also have a few half-bloods if you want to count them), but we would love to get more because they are really important to the infrastructure of Hanjeong.

More under the cut:

In the actual town of Hanjeong, humans have historically had the most privileges. This is exacerbated if these humans are descended from the original pirate settlers (though not all of them are). However, a lot of them are more so trapped than the magical beings. They cannot leave unless allowed to by the enforcers/town council and that is often only allowed to people of those special classes. Humans in Hanjeong often have an easier time getting positions in power. They do risk being killed off by magical beings, but they also benefit from their innovations.

Currently, humans are in a weird space because the new mayor is questioning the current power structure. Some think it is great (particularly those who support the marriage laws or have seen the discrimination faced by half-bloods). Others will want to maintain the current status quo because they benefit most from it. The captain’s descendants in particular have always been the most revered of the humans but now the mayor is not one of them. So, descendants of the first mate will be seeing a growth in popularity.

New Bloods are an interesting one because they have seen the outside world and Can comparatively see the good/bad of Hanjeong. But, they also don’t have much power due to the long ingrained class structures.

TL;DR: Humans back in the day decided to colonize a place and now their descendants arbitrarily have a lot of power. The rest of the population is a mixed bag. Current shifts in power are causing mayhem among the humans.

#krp #kpop rp #supernatural rp #fantasy rp #tumblr rp #ask #anonymous #faq #classism tw #death mention tw #discrimination tw #I am so sorry I just kept going

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dear-indies · 1 year

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ok but i'd love for people to realize not everybody has a smartphone the number of times I get told to do things via the NHS app / other apps and I'm like HOW

#uk politics #classism tw

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compassionatereminders · 9 months

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Yeah like a note to Kat's followers on this whole thing: I'm a very thorough person, and I don't fuck around with the mental, physical and legal well-being of my friends.

Kat is physically and legally safe. The threat right now is to her mental well-being. And one of the ways this plays out is through anxiety about whether she is in fact physically and legally safe.

So it would be extremely helpful for y'all to trust us on the safety question here. We have taken precautions and we have made judgements based in the full picture of the situation, much of which should not be shared here in a public forum.

Kat is safe, the only way left for this guy to hurt her and cause trouble is through how this is triggering her own anxiety and potentially paranoia. And obviously through the loss of what seemed like a potentially good long term relationship.

So while I'm sure any advice about legal and physical safety comes from a place of care, please trust that we in Kat's immediate support network have made sure that she is not in any danger beyond the emotional ramifications.

Also fuck this guy. "Communist" my ass. Didn't take long before he started threatening about how his dad's millions in the bank meant he could buy any lawyer and win and ruin his disabled working class girlfriend's life. First off, that's not even fucking something he can do, but he sure can use it to threaten a less privileged person, and the 'rich kid throwing a tantrum' vibe is strong. Pathetic. I'm so happy my other friend asked this guy "so how does it work to be a nepotism baby AND a communist??"

Turns out, at least for this guy, it doesn't. It's all just fancy words. What a loser.

This is my best friend Quinn who I'm currently staying with. Please listen to him, because telling me how I'm in serious danger and how you think I should deal with it isn't helpful.

#chat with kat #classism tw #communism tw #politics tw

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rpghorrorfan · 1 year

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#lgbtphobia #tw lgbtphobia #lgbtphobia tw #racism #tw racism #racism tw #racism mention #tw racism mention #racism mention tw #sexism #tw sexism #sexism tw #misogny #tw misogny #misogny tw #classism #tw classism #classism tw

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sins-of-the-sea · 1 year

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👀 who is San-Gwong

"...Can you take this, Phi?"

"I don't think I can..."

"It's all right. I can do this.

“Hui San-Gwong is the older brother of Hui Sing-Lung ( @lookthedevilintheeye ), a little boy who befriended Arcelia after chasing away some local bullies who made fun of her appearance. Out of gratitude, not only have we accepted Sing-Lung as a friend and part of the family, we also accepted the older brother San-Gwong--especially upon learning the two lost their parents after some kind of conflict with Manchurian officials. And San-Gwong looked up to and idolized Ruixiong the moment he recognized Ruixiong was very different from mainland Chinese people of the time. Though he mistook this for Ruixiong being descended from Ming-era traders who never returned to China as opposed to Ruixiong just being removed from China altogether since coming to Europe under the Master's orders in eighty years prior.

"So whenever Sing-Lung and Arcelia played, San-Gwong would hang out with us, either onboard La Demonia, or whenever we were needed at the Mission. At the time, Phoebus offered himself to Father Fu-Lam as a medical student, updating himself on any known medicine as it would be understood in Qing China as opposed to Renaissance France. San-Gwong would study with him. Meanwhile, San is also enthralled by Ruixiong's supposed 'exploits' from around the world and continued to look up to him as... well. As a hero. Sure, Ruixiong was lying through his teeth, but how could we tell San-Gwong the truth of our curse?

"...As for Guy, well, I was in the dark about his relationship with San-Gwong, but I guess it made sense: San-Gwong often refused wanting to get married whenever Father Fu-Lam or everyone else and their mother would demand he do so he can get a big-sister figure in Sing-Lung's life. Didn't think his refusal was because he was gay--I just thought he didn’t like girls or wanted to remain single. But if he and Guy had to keep their relationship a secret, then I am going to guess it's because San is a Christian convert--he doesn't want anyone in the Mission to find out, and given the tensions with the Manchus, he didn’t want to leave the only other support system he had. I don't know about the attitudes of same-sex relations in China at the time. It was none of my business. And the secret seems to have been kept entirely between San, Rui, and Guy. I’m just as out of the loop as anyone else is.

"...The subject of San-Gwong is tough in the ship. Like how Arcelia is. Or anyone we got close to in Guangzhou. Father Fu-Lam, some other street children we befriended, the brethren at the Mission, our neighbors at the Guangzhou Ports... Because the Master took them all away. And if he didn't, he forced US to take their lives. All as punishment for daring to have someone to care for who isn't him. I guess of all the Guangzhou locals besides Father Fu-Lam, San-Gwong hit the hardest in particular.

“Everything about him was with wide-eyed curiosity and a desire to see the world as the Seven of us has. His family tragedy was not unlike how Josep lost Carles. Having a big age-gap between himself and Sing-Lung reminded me of Pep and myself. How fast he saw Abena as a second mother, how he was the one who gave Rashid the ideas to start a business, how he studied medicine with Phoebus, and of course... how he became Ruixiong's first real fan, realizing his dream of becoming a hero. And now we have this revelation that he and Guy were lovers. I didn't think it was possible to ever tame Guy, but it makes sense given Guangzhou was the first time he stopped running off to cause trouble. Besides out of responsibility due to being the big brother-uncle to Arcelia, of course.

"Ruixiong was the one who took San-Gwong’s life--and in doing so, he took his soul, which was then snatched up by the Master. So as we are speaking, San-Gwong is a part of the Master, contained in his Eye. The Eye we are trying to retrieve. Full of souls. Full of power.” Giovanni waits until everyone is out of earshot. He then leans against a wall and bows his head.

"......................I did a really, really horrible thing, in the name of Greed..... and I can never take it back. It created a ripple effect that took everyone and everything away. Of all the familiar faces of the razing of Guangzhou, San-Gwong’s brother Sing-Lung seems to be the sole survivor. And he wants his revenge. I pray to God he gets it. If it would mean my penance...

“And my punishment."

#[The Razing of Canton]#[Xūróng]#[Wang Ruixiong]#[Phoebus Duchamp]#[Giovanni Vespucci]#religion tw #homophobia tw #classism tw

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