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teecupangel · 10 months

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In a realm where the ethereal and mortal intertwined, there existed a sad ghost. Once a renowned writer in her mortal life, she now roamed the spectral plane with a heavy heart. Bound by her ghostly form, she found herself unable to wield a pen or ink, unable to pour her thoughts onto the pages as she once did.

Night after night, she would wander through moonlit corridors, her translucent form aglow with an ethereal shimmer. Her sighs echoed through the empty halls, a lament for the stories left untold. Her tears, shimmering like stardust, spoke of the creative fire that burned within her, trapped and unfulfilled.

It was during one of these solitary wanderings that the ghost encountered a mischievous yet compassionate ferret. Intrigued by the ghost's sorrowful cries, the ferret approached with gentle curiosity and empathetic eyes.

"Why do you weep, dear ghost?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

The ghost, surprised by his presence, shared her anguish over the inability to write and express herself. Her words spilled forth, carrying the weight of a lifetime of stories left untold. The ferret listened intently, his heart stirred by her longing.

With a determined glint in his eyes, the ferret proposed a solution. "Let me be your voice, dear writer. Together, we shall craft a letter that carries the essence of your thoughts and emotions."

Intrigued and cautiously hopeful, she agreed, placing her trust in the ferret's paws. They found a quiet corner amidst the moonlit halls, where he transcribed her words onto parchment. The ghost whispered her tales, her hopes, and her dreams, while the ferret meticulously captured them with graceful strokes of the quill.

As the ink dried on the parchment, a letter of ethereal beauty and heartfelt emotion took shape. It was a vessel for the ghost's thoughts and a plea to be heard beyond the spectral realm.

Now came the challenge of finding a messenger who could carry the letter to a distant land, far beyond the boundaries of their realm. Fortunately, the ferret had a friend pegasus who has wings strong enough to cross realms and distant lands.

With a flourish the pegasus took off once more to deliver the letter. Meanwhile in the letter, the words written says: "I replayed this game called Death Palette and realized how dark and sad the story actually is so maybe a Desmond being in a painting after the solar flare and tempts templars to keep him and kills them off?"

It should have been nighttime when the pegasus reached the atelier yet the atelier and the surrounding forest were as bright as midsummer day.

When the pegasus landed on the well-worn road leading to the atelier, the heat that welcomed her felt more similar to a summer day that was precariously bordering over an impending heatwave.

The pegasus stomped the ground beneath her, not wishing to come any closer to the atelier where the heat seemed to be coming from and neighed loudly.

Thankfully, the alchemist was in and they opened the door, making the pegasus blink when they saw the alchemist’s attire.

Gone was the alchemist robes and they seemed to be wearing the lightest sleeping dress they had that was definitely not something one would wish to wear in public. Sunglasses covered their dark-colored eyes and a summer hat donned their head. Rain boots covered their feet and they made squishing sounds as they walked out of the atelier.

Wet.

The rain boots were wet. And it seemed also from the inside…

“Hey. So, uuuhhh… I’m just about done with my final solar bomb…” The alchemist said in lieu of a greeting and the pegasus heard them mumbled under their breath, “For now…”

“But it’s, well, it’s open right now and all the solar thingabob is spilling out so it would be better if you fly away from this place and rest somewhere else until I’m done.” The alchemist continued, “It should be done by morning so you can come back by then.”

“I understand.” The pegasus nodded. While she might not understand what this solar bomb was meant to do, she had an inkling that it was the one she had seen before on the table with its swirling flames colored like the sun. The pegasus flapped her wing open to show her bag as she asked, “Will it be alright if you were to take the letter now or should I come back with it later?”

“Oh, it’s fine. The heat and light won’t harm it.” The alchemist slowly opened the bag with their mitten covered hands and fished out the letter from her ferret friend as they continued to explain, “Plus, I’m gonna drop this on the cauldron as soon as I get back in the atelier anyway. The cauldron would keep it safe.”

“That’s good.” The pegasus let out a sigh of relief before bowing slightly at the alchemist as she said, “Then I shall return tomorrow morning. Good luck with the… solar bomb…”

“Thanks!” The alchemist cheerfully said and waved as the pegasus took flight once more.

The pegasus was sure she heard the alchemist shout, “The lake east of the forest has moon flowers that taste pretty good!”

… what… what did the alchemist think she eats???

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For those curious, Death Palette is a mobile game so you can check it out using your phone’s in game app store.

Okay, my idea dwells more into the mystery than an actual ‘painting kills you’ kind of scenario so we’re playing fast and loose with Death Palette’s lore.

Abstergo checked the energy spiked that appeared on Turin, New York, and they got Desmond’s body.

From there, they used the body to make Sample 17 and start Abstergo Entertainment.

Then they released Ratonhnhaké:ton’s ‘game’ and players start posting something weird that they encounter while playing the game.

On some rare occasions, if you stay in the homestead for about two hours or so (real time), the game will glitch and load you into a darker more decrypt version of the manor.

Everything looks ready to fall apart and the floor board creaks whenever you move but if you keep moving and go to the master bedroom, there will be a painting there.

Pristine against the ruins around it, encased in a frame with wooden carvings of eagles all around it…

It was a painting of a man, wearing nothing but a cloth around him that made it look like a toga of some kind.

Drawn in a style eerily similar to Leonardo da Vinci yet seemed more… real…

The man is only drawn up to his waist and he looks straight into the player as he holds the world in his hands. His right hand up to his shoulder blackened and golden cracks glowed ever so slightly.

The frame itself held the title of the painting.

“Des Mondes”

The Worlds.

The posts grew traction for the face of the man in the painting looked to similar to previous main characters of Abstergo’s World’s Greatest Hitman series, Ezio Auditore and Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

And so…

People starting to look for it.

It was only by luck that a fan found the ruins of Davenport manor and lo and behold, the painting was there, at the very same place as the glitch had shown it.

People clambered to find out more.

Was this an elaborate promotional stunt by Abstergo?

Or did they just uncover a lost Da Vinci painting?

The painting is studied with care and they found out the following.

The painting was made on Aleppo oak wood which was common in Syria and it seemed that the painting itself had materials that were both from 12th century and 15th century.

The common consensus was that the original painting was done in 12th century, and it was painted once more in 15th century. From what they could find out, both paintings were similar, as if the painting of the 15th century had traced most of the 12th century painting and many aspect of the 12th century painting was preserved.

The world was purely done in the 12th century painting and it was clear that the landmasses included in the globe mirrored what the landmasses during the 12th century would look like.

And the man’s eyes… freckled with gold dust over a kaleidoscope of gold, honey brown and white… they had been noted as being painted in 12th century as well.

The toga seemed to be a 15th century addition as well as the crown of thorns around the man’s head.

But the frame itself…

It was definitely made around 17th to 18th century, from wood that used to be common in New York.

Specifically… Turin, New York.

The carvings of eagles were very similar to the eagle carvings of Native Americans.

Many fans speculate that the main character Connor Kenway must have carved it.

And the painting itself…

Must have been painted by both Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad and Ezio Auditore.

Strange how the man looked so similar to the man in the wanted posters that appeared all over the world in December 2012, huh?

And, obviously, Abstergo tries to get the painting for themselves.

There’s public outcry, of course.

Such a painting deserves to be in a museum!

But then…

Things got messy when the various government officials started stirring the pot.

Since the painting was mostly done by Ezio Auditore, that meant it was an Italian painting.

But then again, Ezio Auditore painted over Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad’s painting which many believe was bad form and that the painting should be attributed to the Syrian Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad instead.

Then there was the frame and the fact that the painting was found in Davenport manor where it’s last known owner is Connor Kenway (many shouts that he should be called by his real name: Ratonhnhaké:ton) which meant that the painting was property of the US. (… or is it???)

In the end, Abstergo swoops in and the painting is taken to Abstergo Entertainment as a ‘sign’ of their contribution to showing the true history of the world.

Secretly, Abstegro scientists check the painting for any Isu related materials and… find none.

No.

Perhaps the word none would be misleading.

The golden dust in the eyes and around the world and the borders of the painting…

Kept giving strange readings.

Yet, anyone who looks into it just keeps saying the same thing.

“It’s nothing special.”

The painting stays in Abstergo Entertainment.

And more and more Abstergo personnel, especially those high up the ladder, starts visiting.

Just to look.

And look.

And look…

And that was when…

The deaths began.

Different causes of deaths, different places…

But all have one thing in common.

They used to visit Abstergo Entertainment…

#is the golden dust slowly making them insane?#or is desmond truly haunting the painting?#or is this just a case of #the assassins faking the cause of death #and the painting is just a coincidence?#it’s not the last one #that’s for sure #the painting itself holds desmond’s ‘soul’#and it was created after the solar flare #with the whole ‘history’ of the painting #meant to be a mirror of desmond’s bleeding effect #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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endusviolence · 2 months

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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :)#trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+#lgbta+#lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

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