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wolveswithblackpearls · 5 months

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When the nights get cold

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, dog hybrid!baekhyun x reader (if romantic or not is up for interpretation)

cw: nightmares, feelings of panic and anxiety, laboratory/hospital setting in the first half, violence mention, abuse mention (non-sexual), medical experiments mention

word count: ~1.6k

a/n: hey there @vampwrrr - 'tis me, your secret santa (find me @starchild--27, I am Admin S on here ^-^) and i come bearing gifts, hehe :D i did a little mix of all the things we talked about the last few months with what you promted for your gift, so i hope you have fun reading this little one-shot i came up with! i, for one, had lots of fun with it xD gave me a chance to dive into unknown waters here - i never wrote anything in this setting before!

finally, a big thank you @exols-silver-christmas for hosting yet another year of exo-l secret santa. it takes a lot to organize all this so i am, as always, very thankful that we can enjoy this event again this year. i can't wait to see all the creative things everyone came up with! <3

~ Admin S

Baekhyun woke up feeling uncomfortable. It was the rough fabric of the hospital gown against his skin. It was the cold metal chain that ran tightly over his face. It was the darkness and the penetrating smell of disinfectant. He hated it all. So much he just wanted to fall asleep again. But the bed had no pillow and no blanket, and he was freezing too much to fall asleep again.

I am back.

The thought slowly settled in his mind, exhaustion and resignation putting a dull feeling in his chest. He had been here before, in “The Clinic” as the people here liked to call it. But he knew that clinics are to help people that are hurt. And this place did the exact opposite. This place was a lab. And he had been created here. From some scraps of DNA the doctors had collected and altered.

Baekhyun didn’t know the specifics of how the lab worked, how they got the resources they needed, what the purpose of it all was. And he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know. And while the question of “why” was a huge mystery to Baekhyun, the goal of The Clinic was quite clear. They wanted to create a new species. They were breeding hybrids. And Baekhyun was one of those.

Raised under constant probing and testing for the first couple years of his life, then put in a shelter with other hybrids to be socialized and later to be sold. And even then, there was no escaping The Clinic. There were regular checkups and tests the hybrids had to undergo, even after being bought.

Baekhyun crouched on the cold bed, thoughts racing. Why was he here again? Why didn’t he remember how he got here? Why didn’t he remember what had happened before he fell asleep? Anxiously, his tail wrapped around his legs while he rested his chin on his right knee and he realized how helpless he was. He didn’t know what to do, how to get out. Damn, he didn’t even know what year it was.

Goosebumps spread over his skin. This was the most scared he had felt in a long while. It reminded him of when he was still a puppy that hadn’t known anything but the lab. Even back then, when he was entirely disoriented, he knew this was not a good place. He might not have understood it back then but he had felt distinctly that this place was harming him.

The utter silence made Baekhyun nervous. Or was it just the lack of any hints that would indicate other alive beings close by? He didn’t know and his ears twitched restlessly, eager to pick up a sound. Any sound. Just… anything besides the sound of his own beating heart.

Baekhyun put his head between his knees and buried his hands in the hair at the back of his head, tightly shutting his eyes and praying for it all to go away. Praying that, when he released all the tension in his body, he would be at a better place, a safer place.

But Baekhyun was scared. He didn’t dare to let go, to loosen his grip on himself. Any moment without your guard up would be exploited. That’s what his years in The Clinic had taught him so painfully. He couldn’t let go. They would come and immobilize him in ways that hurt and give him medicine that made him feel sick and run tests until he passed out from exhaustion. He couldn’t let go. He couldn’t let go. He couldn't-

A blaring noise ripped through the quiet, so sudden that Baekhyun let out a bark. That never happened. But, gosh, this was an alert of some sort and Baekhyun could practically feel this horrible, booming sound vibrating in his bones.

He had to get out.

Faster than he thought his body would be ready, he scrambled off the bed. The floor was unbelievably cold against his bare feet, but he started running towards the exit anyway. He pulled harshly and opened the door just far enough so he could slip through and out in the long, white hallway that was rhythmically illuminated in deep red from the flaring warning light. Baekhyun didn’t have time to look around more, he just bolted into a random direction. All he wanted was to get away from this room, but as soon as he had started running down the hallway, he started to hear steps behind him. Fast. Running.

He peaked. It was the nurses. Their skin-tight, white uniforms had them look like they were clones themselves. They might as well have been. There was no way of knowing what else was going on in The Clinic - and if there was a way, Baekhyun didn’t want to know it, wanted to be as far away as possible from that way.

When he heard the nurses’ steps accelerating, Baekhyun ran even faster. He had not expected to have enough strength for that. His sight got blurry and his cheeks were getting wet. He could tell by the cold feeling that bloomed where the tears were running down his face. But he couldn’t stop running. Not when there were these nurses following him. They would catch him and do God-knows-what to him and-

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Baekhyun opened his eyes so abruptly that it startled you a little, despite having tried to wake him up for the past few minutes.

He had been shaking in his sleep for a while now. You were laying next to him, waiting for this painful scene to come to a halt again but it only got worse the further the nightmare progressed. He started whimpering and yipping, making the most puppy-like noises you have ever heard from him.

You had tried to soothe him without waking him at first, started with rubbing his back and stroking his exposed arm. That usually calmed him a lot – but not this time. So you adjusted his blanket that he had kicked away from his body, letting his own warmth comfort him and, as a last resort, softly petted the wild strands of his hair. But nothing helped. When tears started running down his face, you decided it was best to wake him up and free him from whatever was going on in his head.

You had a pretty good idea what he must have been dreaming about. That was not the first time Baekhyun had suffered from these nightmares and when it got as bad as tonight, they were most likely about The Clinic. Just the thought of that place started a fire of scorching fury in your belly. They gave him pain his entire life and not even now that he got out of their grasp, he had no peace. You didn’t want to imagine the things that happened to the hybrids and other “experiments” there. Actual living beings, scientifically created there, only to-

You closed your eyes and forcefully stopped your train of thought. Your anger wouldn’t help anyone. Not right now, in the middle of the night with a scared dog hybrid sitting next to you, his messy black-and-white hair sticking out in every direction, puppy ears pressed flat against his head, whimpering quietly in the darkness as he wiped the tears from his face with shaking hands.

You took a few deep breaths and slowly so that Baekhyun wouldn’t get even more scared, wrapped your arms around his warm body from behind. And as soon as Baekhyun felt your presence, he let himself melt in your hug and shifted to rest even more comfortably in your arms, turning around to rest his head against your chest and your arms to wrap around his shoulders. Softly, you started to stroke his back again and tried to breath very calmly so Baekhyun’s irregular gasping for air would calm eventually as well.

You knew better than to confront him with questions in this situation. He needed to calm down first, realize that he is not in a dangerous situation anymore, that he is at a safe place, and he needed to take his time for that. The last thing both of you needed at this moment was another panic attack caused by Baekhyun being overwhelmed.

You lifted your eyes from the top of Baekhyun’s head and gazed towards the window. Tonight, the temperatures had dropped deep, and it had started to snow. It was always the first icy cold nights that gave Baekhyun the worst nightmares. It had something to do with the whiteness, quiet and cold that reminded him of The Clinic. It made you even more determined to create good and happy memories in the winter months with him.

You loved the winter, the crisp cold and how the first snow makes the world look like it has been put under a spell that makes everything really still and silent. It had always felt magical to you and even if Baekhyun would always feel a much greater relief when spring would finally come around, you didn’t want the nightmares to be the only thing Baekhyun remembered from winter nights. But it would take work to get there. He had been through too much. You had heard a lot about it from Baekhyun already but you weren’t sure if you knew everything yet. And if tonight’s nightmare brought up new memories that caused the dream to be especially bad this time around.

But you were certain, Baekhyun would immediately talk to you tonight. When he felt he was ready and not in shock anymore. You two would figure it all out from there. Or maybe you would just fall asleep again and figure it out tomorrow. And with Baekhyun’s breath becoming more and more even and your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier… tomorrow didn’t seem like such a bad plan.

#exolss23 #admin s #exo #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #bbh #exo fic #exo fanfic #exo one shot #hybrid au #exo hybrid au #hybrid!baekhyun #dog hybrid!baekhyun #angst #hurt/comfort #kpop #kpop fic #kpop fanfiction #please look out for the trigger/content warnings!!

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cerriddwenluna · 4 months

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Happy New Years Eve day!

I've just posted chapter 8 of Pas de Deux, and you can read it here! =)

Sorry, @esilher, there's only one chapter today instead of the three I originally planned, and it's not super Klaine heavy, but now we just get to spread the fun out even further (and you get another few days respite before the torment begins ;))

To make up for it, I tried to create a banner to go with my Tumblr update posts, which I then sent to @quizasvivamos who worked her magic and actually transformed it into the pretty pretty picture you see now. Thanks, Beth! You're amazing <3

In a world where true romantic soulmates are rare and platonic bonds are the norm, Blaine doesn't hold out much hope to find that mythical one true love. He just wants to make art and help people – and make life a little easier for his kid, who has her own soulmate bond to navigate. But the best things in life always come when least expected, and Blaine's life is turned upside down when he crashes into a handsome stranger in the City of Love...

Pas de Deux by Cerriddwen

Chapters: 9/?

Fandom: Glee

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel

Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson's mother, Blaine Anderson's daughter, Cooper Anderson, Elliott "Starchild" Gilbert

Additional Tags: Single Parent Blaine Anderson, Older Blaine Anderson, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, but not how you might expect them, If you don't normally like soulmates…, try the prologue anyway, this story might surprise you, tags will be updated after the story is complete, wouldn't want to spoil the surprise and suspense now would we?, there shouldn't be any triggers though, Fluff, Romance, Paris (City), Artist Blaine Anderson, Ballet, References to The Nutcracker, Dancer Kurt Hummel

#gwen writes #Pas de Deux #glee #klaine #klaine fanfiction #klainesecretsanta2023

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ofcruelheart · 4 months

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* ◟ : 〔 KIM JINWOO , NONBINARY + HE / THEY 〕 DEAW AHN , some say you’re a THIRTY TWO YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both PURE and NAIVE, one can’t help but think of DREAMER by TALLEST MAN ON EARTH when you walk by. are you still a BLADE RUNNER, REPLICANT, “CASTRATO” for STONEAGE INDUSTRIES, NEW YORK CITY METROPOLITAN OPERA HOUSE, even with your reputation as THE INGENUE? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and SINGING ARIAS TO THE DOVECOTE, THE SHARP GLINT OF A PISTOL LAYING PUSHED TO THE WAYSIDE ON A DESK BESIDE A BOUQUET AND JEWELS, DREAMS OF A BLOODLESS PEACE, although we can’t help but think of LUCY WESTENRA ( DRACULA ) + ALEC ( NIGHTRUNNER ) + CECILE ( DANGEROUS LIAISONS ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

Name: Deaw Ahn Age: “32” Gender: Nonbinary Pronouns: He/They Orientation: Bisexual Species: Replicant Occupation: Bladerunner Civilian Occupation: "Castrato" at Metropolitan Opera House Tropes: The Ingenue, The Heart, Silk Hiding Steel, Beauty is Goodness Expanded Aesthetic: walking barefoot through the glade while cicadas hum / mourning hymns cast over an animal night / laying bare and prone upon dew and dirt, listening for primordial song / an ore split open at the seam / nightingales shivering free of their oaks, taking to a black sky / tenderness and rebellion, love and wrath in one breath Singing Voiceclaim: xSpeaking Voiceclaim: x History (TLDR below): tw - mentions of violence

life begins with a song.

your mothers are women of the earth, nymphs brimming with love and temper.

a spat in the morning, a riot over lunch, a reconciliation coupled with the din of a record fuzzily crooning speakeasy jazz and mournful blues. the pines beyond their little wooden home whisper hushed hymns of animal secrets and primordial ciphers.

life is full of ancient melody out here, and you want to be the mouthpiece.

moonshot, you long to be the herd of silver deer galloping through the dark, the owl howl, the mourning nightingale.

how to raise a fledgling starchild. alone. by sinistra ton

do not hide anything. tell the truth, but tell it beautifully. he is as untamed as he is a thing of bent stems. he will catch the scent of a half-lie as if it's drenched in rot. i've told him everything - everything, save for the letter left behind.

do not clip a wildling's wings. she had tried, when it was just us, with our bedroom door shut, or when the boy was out in the forest.

nurture a generous heart. he returns from his trips to town with a new stray. darling boy of gilt heart, rabbit-in-the-thicket child. too lovely. unfit for this world. you tell him so while he washes the rain from wild berries, brushing hair from his eyes. beware the calloused hand that reaches for yours. it has touched thorns like yours to pick at the rose.

do not lie. he finds the note. he knows lucia has left. he knows i refused to go, that i refused to let her take him too. he is silent, rounds his mouth on 'betrayal' - i collapse.

do not stop him when he leaves. his cheeks are still tearstained when he leaves for the city - he kisses my brow tenderly. he says, i will bring her back.

...

his memories end there. he learns later that his former memory-maker was replaced with one more efficient, more mindful of Stoneage's objectives. his memories become that of training, of honing his lethality, his agility, his ruthlessness when duty calls for him. and when it calls, he loathes it. in spite of his new memory-maker, he hates what he has been made to do.

instead, he dreams of what the first memory-maker must have been like, to give him such resplendent, romantic memories, to bequeath upon him such a personal, noble goal as finding his missing mother. to gift him a singing voice that has been extinct without the injury that usually accompanies it. this figure shrouded in mystery, this enigma, must be kind. must be loving. must embrace love and art and song and nature and must be so far disparate from the clinical business of Stoneage and the concrete jungle of new york.

perhaps they hated what they were made to do too.

tldr:

deaw (named after morning dew - actually the old english way of spelling it) was adopted by two women (sinistra and lucia) who lived on the outskirts of rural new york in their homestead, following a sustainable lifestyle. life was musical, ideal, and isolated, with leisure time spent running alongside deer, singing to the moon, and bathing in the wild rivers.

life is idyllic until lucia ups and leaves overnight, seemingly with no warning signs, and no attempt at communication. the remaining family is heartbroken, but carry on as best they can, though deaw is particularly wounded by the sudden abandonment.

years pass. chance leads to deaw discovering a letter addressed to sinistra from lucia dated the night the latter left, and he sets off to find her.

PSYCH. he is a replicant bladerunner. up until this bullet, his memories were fabricated by a memory-maker; it is this same memory-maker who made him sweet and whimsical and wild, who gave him a natural extinct castrato's voice (without the horrific injury so well-associated with the practice) so he could sing with the wild birds, who made him find love and beauty even in the darkest and most decrepit places. abrubtly, this memory-maker was replaced by another more... efficient. one that helped hone him into a more ruthless bladerunner.

unfortunately, the work of a bladerunner goes against his very nature crafted by his first memory-maker. though he is extremely skilled, he hates the work, hates that he was also made to be so proficient at retiring replicants. secretly, he yearns for a future free of stoneage industries, and he dreams of one day meeting his first memory-maker. to understand them. to better understand himself.

SUMMARY: deaw is a creature of contradictions and dichotomies, love and wrath, tenderness and easy, fleeting touches and a penchant for altruism and restlessness. a made nymph, as wild and freefalling as his 'mothers', but with a great affection and tenderness towards his fellow 'man'. unfortunately, he's an incredibly proficient bladerunner.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

unfortunate replicants who are on his list to 'retire'

patrons and benefactors at the opera house, particularly those fascinated by his famous 'castrato' voice but without the actual practice associated with it having forced upon him. 1000% he is marketed as possessing an extinct voice.

both his memory-makers!!!!

fellow employees at stoneage - those who sympathize with him and those who are deplete of any empathy for his plight

fellow romantics and wildlings

people who can yell at him for being so enamored with nature and love and art in this age of tech and modernity

#lawlesssintro #when ur tldr is almost as long as ur history wtf

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calimera62 · 2 years

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Tanz der Vampire, act 1 : A crack and shitty summary

Alfred: He ho he, Professor, where are you?

Alfred: Ugh. Why did I think following my old mentor in a faraway land in the dead of winter would be a good idea?

Villagers: Hello. A bit late for the touristic season, isn’t it? You look frozen to death!

Alfred: You don’t say

Villagers: Thankfully, we have just the thing for you... GARLIC!

Alfred: wut?

Villagers: Garlic makes you strong! It cures everything! It makes you tall and beautiful! Garlic is everything!

Abronsius: For no reason at all, is there a castle in the area per chance?

Villagers: A castle? What’s a castle? We don’t know what’s a castle and where it is!

Alfred: This is the strangest place ever…

Sarah: -appears-

Alfred: Never mind, I want to stay here forever!

Chagal: What did I tell you Sarah? No bathroom!

Sarah: You never let me do what I want

Chagal: Skip the drama, stay with papa, papa knows best

Sarah: Hi! I’m a lonely girl with no distraction who wants to fly away from home, and I think I like you

Alfred: Hi, I’m a naive and romantically inexperienced young man, and I think I like you

Alfred & Sarah: THIS MUST BE TRUE LOVE!

Graf von Krolock: Be prepared, for I am coming

Graf von Krolock: By the way, God is dead and we are cursed to live forever.

Villagers: A new day is coming. It would be such a nice day if SOMEONE wasn’t pestering us with questions.

Abronsius: Have you heard about our lord and saviour, LOGIC?

Sarah: Do you know what I would really, really, really like you to give me?

Alfred: -flustered-

Sarah: It’s something warm and soft and wet. It makes me feel so good and relaxed.

Alfred : …

Sarah: I’m definitely talking about a bath

Alfred: I think I just got bathzoned

Graf von Krolock: Good evening, starchild! Don’t be afraid!

Sarah: I’m literally naked in my bath but okay

Graf von Krolock: I’m inviting you to the ball I’m organising in my castle!

Sarah: Sure! I mean, you didn’t have to stand on the bathtub to do so, but sure! What could go wrong?

Alfred: Sarah please don’t go!

Sarah: I’m suffocating in here, I’m going away to see the Count!

Alfred: SARAH NO

Sarah: SARAH YES

Abronsius: Oh dear, it seems Mr Chagal got attacked by vampires while looking for his daughter

Abronsius: Not to worry, I know just what to do! We just have to shove this stake inside his heart and his soul will be saved

Mrs Chagal: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

Magda: I’ll check on his corpse, just to make sure the disgusting pig is dead

Mr Chagal: HI THERE :D

Magda: Stay away from me!

Mr Chagal: This cross won’t work on me, I’m a jewish vampire lol

Magda: D:

Mr Chagal: And now to the main course –bites her–

Abronsius: TO DEATH WITH YOU DEMON!

Mr Chagal: Nooo please I’ll become vegetarian

Alfred: No, don't kill him! He can lead us to the castle!

Abronsius: No one lets me have my fun...

-before the castle-

Graf von Krolock: Welcome! I’m the count von Krolock, and I rule over the night. I’m actually more of a night creature, if you take my guess

Graf von Krolock: In case this isn’t obvious, I’m a vampire

Abronsius: Hello. Lovely castle you have here.

Graf von Krolock: i'm glad you like it, you’ll stay here for a *long* time

Abronsius: Very good! I’m Professor Abronsius and this is my young assistant, Alfred.

Graf von Krolock: Pleased to meet you. This is my son Herbert!

Herbert: Hi new meal – I mean, new friend!

Alfred: I have a bad feeling about it…

Graf von Krolock: Oh Alfred, a moment please

Alfred: A VERY bad feeling about it

Graf von Krolock: I have a very interesting proposition for you.

Alfred: Which is?

Graf von Krolock: Ditch the old man and join the dark side.

Alfred: What?

Graf von Krolock: I know what you are feeling and what you desire. Let me guide you.

Alfred: …

Graf von Krolock: Surrender to me. Feel the caress of the night, sink into the sea of eternity with me

Alfred: Are you flirting with me??

Graf von Krolock: I’m a vampire Alfred, this is what we do best

Alfred: Fair enough. *Damn, I think I’m having a bisexual crisis!*

#tanz der vampire #tdv #Alfred #graf von krolock #sarah chagal #abronsius #professor abronsius #herbert von krolock #count von krolock

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starchild--27 · 3 months

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Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!

Tagged by: @flaredpantsagenda thank you Mon!! it's been ages since i last did one of these ^-^

Name(s): Selma, Selmi, starchild - whatever you want to call me is fine ^-^ (i have no cool internet name besides 'starchild', maybe i should make one up 🤔)

Pronouns: she/her, but i am fine with any :D

Star Sign: taurus

# Of Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): one younger sister who is the best person i know and who -sometimes- people think is my twin? 90% of the people don't see it, but these other 10% keep popping up... (that was the fun fact btw)

# Of Pets: one cat who lives with my parents. he is my son.

Fandoms: i'm most actively involved in my kpop bubble rn (EXO, Stray Kids, aespa mostly atm). also, if you scroll through my blog for 3 seconds, you will see a lot of Good Omens as well. but there are a lot of fandoms i am occasionally or have been very involved in. i still consider myself part of the Percy Jackson fandom (tho i haven't seen the new series yet 🙈), i love Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter (in the JKR loathing and practicing a critical gaze kind of way), i love the neil gaiman universes, i loved the Grishaverse books, my favorite manga is The Case Study of Vanitas and so on and so on... i've been into a lot of things and still feel like i missed out on so many cool other fandoms xD

Favorite Color: blue 🌠

Favorite Song: if i was asked this at gun point, i would be dead- (sorry, i have a hard time picking favourites anyway, and for that one i gave up trying long ago)

Favorite Author: again. there is no way i can pick a favourite. lol sorry for being boring like that but it is what it is. the author i read the most books of might be Haruki Murakami but i wouldn't say i prefer him for any particular reason, i love other writers and their stories just the same amount and for entirely different reasons.

Hobbies: making up stories, chatting with friends, hanging out in tumblr, making music, reading (i wish i did it more again these days..)

Favorite Holiday: 🎃👻

Do You Have Any Partner(s)?: in crime? sure, my besties and group of friends. romantic? nope. (and i am overthinking that)

Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: i've been into crocheting lately. and made my sister a clown opossum for christmas, which i finished 7pm on christmas eve (bc ofc it was a last minute idea). the most parts i did while binge-watching broadchurch. twice. pro tip: have better time management than i do. xD

Tagging: @vampwrrr @soft-jihoonie @dontbotheraziraphale @groovystrangerree and every mutual and non-mutual who want to do this ^~^

#tag game #i've been thinking #maybe i should make 'salem' my fake internet name 🤔#it's an anagram of my actual name it's witchy it's gender neutral / ambiguous it is sort of perfect actually-

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bongsuvn · 2 years

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Art by Not A Starchild

🏳️‍🌈 WELCOME READERS! (Tiếng Việt ở dưới) 🏳️‍🌈

Bóng History is a project aiming to store the many records and evidence of LGBTQ+ history in Vietnam, so that everyone can have one coherent space to research and study Vietnamese queer history. Most of the posts in this page will not be originals, but copied from other sites and pages, since this page’s main goal is to collect and store. Of course, there will be links to the originals, as well as references.

Why is this page called Bóng History? Bóng means shadow or gloss in Vietnamese. Historically, within Vietnamese beliefs, shamans would summon the shadows of the gods (since one could never fully summon the gods themselves), and many of these shamans were queer. Over time, bóng became a term to refer to the LGBTQ+ community, equivalent to the English term “queer”, as both are reclaimed slurs. Bóng gives us a new spiritual connotation, as if we are the shadows of Vietnamese gods themselves, who have always protected us throughout history. The Nôm character chosen for Bóng 𣈖 has a Sun radical, referring to both the brilliant history of queer Vietnamese, as well as our page’s goal to reflect queer Vietnamese history through written and visual records.

In this page, most stories will be directly copied from works of Lương Thế Huy, a Vietnamese LGBTQ+ activist, and their English translations will mostly be from the Facebook page Vietnam Queer History Month. These posts will bring up Vietnamese queer stories, concepts, and phenomena of the past, then view them through modern queer lens. As usual of queer anthropology, the queer factors in these stories are both obvious and vague at the same time, forcing yourself to ask: “So are they queer or not?” The simplest answer is: “Yes and no”. These posts will take a closer look at parts of history that are considered controversial, such as same-sex relationships (whether it be sexual or romantic) and identity expressions (whether it be sexual or gender) that did not follow contemporary or modern norms. It is also very difficult to completely label all of these elements as queer, as they can also be judged under many historical contexts, cultural backgrounds, and political situations, instead of pure sexuality. Therefore, readers must be advised to be more careful when examining and studying Vietnamese queer history.

So why do we still need to reference vague and unclear stories and phenomena? This is a topic called queer anthropology. The purpose of queer anthropology is not to look and search for LGBTQ+ stories in history, but to disrupt heteronormativity. Heteronormativity in anthropology usually automatically assumes the subjects they study are straight and cis, and the goal of queer anthropology is to bring up the questions: "Who assumes so? Why assume so? Why not assume they're queer?" These are the questions this page will continue to maintain.

Enough talk, welcome to our page, and happy queer study! 🏳️‍🌈

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🌈 CHÀO MỪNG ĐỘC GIẢ!🌈

Bóng Sử 𣈖史 là một dự án tích trữ lại các tư liệu lịch sử của LGBTQ+, để cho mọi người, trong lẫn ngoài cộng động, có thể tham khảo và nghiên cứu. Các bài viết trong trang đa số đều là sao chép từ các trang và tư liệu khác nhau, thế nên mỗi bài sẽ liệt kê ra các tư liệu tham khảo lẫn tác giả gốc. Nên nhớ là mục đích của trang là để tích trữ các tư liệu và bài viết đã có, nên sao chép là dĩ nhiên, nhưng vẫn sẽ có đường dẫn nguồn cho mọi người đọc bản gốc.

Bóng Sử 𣈖史 là gì? Đơn giản là lịch sử của cộng đồng LGBTQ+ tại Việt Nam, vốn được dân gian gọi là Bóng. Bóng có nhiều ý nghĩa, vốn có nghĩa là bóng sáng, chiếc bóng, nhưng sau này được tín ngưỡng Đạo Mẫu dùng để chỉ chiếc bóng của thánh thần. Vậy, khi LGBTQ+ được gọi là bóng, thì như thể cộng đồng được ví như bóng hồn của các thần linh nước Việt, những vị luôn luôn bảo vệ chúng ta suốt chiều dài lịch sử Việt Nam. Trang Bóng Sử cũng sử dụng chữ Nôm là 𣈖 để viết chữ Bóng, với bộ Nhật 日 (“mặt trời”, “bầu trời”). Chữ này là thích hợp nhất cho nhóm, vì đó vừa tượng trưng cho sự soi chiếu rực rỡ cho cộng đồng, mà còn tượng trưng cho mục đích của trang, là một nơi phản chiếu lại những tư liệu lịch sử của LGBTQ+ Việt Nam.

Trong các bài viết của trang, đa phần sẽ là các bài trích thẳng từ anh Lương Thế Huy, một nhà hoạt động quyền LGBTQ+ tại Việt Nam, và một vài bản dịch tiếng Anh của trang Vietnam Queer History Month. Các bài sẽ kể các câu chuyện, khái niệm, và hiện tượng LGBTQ+ trong lịch sử Việt Nam dưới lăng kính góc nhìn LGBTQ+ hiện đại. Vì thế, bạn có thể đặt câu hỏi: “Thế cuối cùng cụ này có thuộc LGBTQ+ hay không?” Câu trả lời đơn giản sẽ là: “Có và không.” Chúng ta sẽ chủ yếu soi các tình tiết, yếu tố bóng của câu chuyện như các mối quan hệ tình cảm, tình dục cùng giới, các thể hiện giới không theo định chuẩn giới đương thời hoặc hiện đại. Việc khớp các yếu tố bóng này vào định nghĩa LGBTQ+ hiện đại là quá hẹp, vì nó mang cả những bối cảnh văn hoá, lịch sử, quyền lực chứ không chỉ là tính dục. Nên mọi người xin hãy cân nhắc khi tham khảo tư liệu.

Thế vậy vì sao vẫn phải tham khảo những hiện tượng mơ hồ, không rõ ràng? Đây là một thứ mà phương Tây gọi là queer anthropology, trang này sẽ dịch là nhân loại học lệch pha. Mục đích của nhân loại học lệch pha không phải là cố đi tìm yếu tố LGBTQ+ trong lịch sử, mà là phá đi định chuẩn hoá dị tính, tiếng Anh gọi là heteronormativity. Định chuẩn hoá dị tính trong nhân loại học thường mặc định hoàn toàn những nhân vật và hiện tượng trong lịch sử là dị tính và hợp giới, và mục tiêu của nhân loại học lệch pha là đưa ra các câu hỏi: “Ai mặc định như thế? Vì sao mặc định như thế? Vì sao không thể mặc định họ là bóng?” Đây sẽ là các câu hỏi mà trang sẽ tiếp tục duy trì.

Trong cộng đồng LGBTQ+ Việt Nam bây giờ, khá thích sử dụng một từ tiếng Anh để chỉ LGBTQ+ là queer. Queer bao gồm toàn bộ quang phổ của LGBTQ+, nhưng ban đầu đó là một từ miệt thị cộng đồng, vốn nghĩa là quái dị, kì lạ. Vì trang cũng có mục đích là Việt hoá các thuật ngữ trong LGBTQ+, nên từ queer sẽ được thay thế bởi từ bóng. Vì sao? Vì bóng cũng vốn là một từ miệt thị cộng đồng trong xã hội Việt Nam, nhưng gần đây thì cộng đồng đã lấy lại từ này với ý nghĩa tích cực là chỉ toàn thể cộng đồng LGBTQ+, lịch sử tương tự với từ queer trong tiếng Anh.

Giới thiệu đã xong, hoan nghênh độc giả đến với trang, và học lịch sử vui vẻ nhé! 🏳️‍🌈

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Jinora and Ikki, for the character asks please! Oh, and Opal too! :D

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1: sexuality headcanon

Okay, so Jinora. I don’t have a defined sexuality headcanon for her but she strikes me as demisexual while I believe Ikki is ace. I think Opal is bi/pan but at the present she identifies as straight.

2: otp

Jinora’s OTP is Kai. They look very cute together and I think they complement each other well. I don't have a romantic OTP for Ikki. For Opal, although I think her romance with Bolin is cute, I actually like the Korra/Opal pairing since their interactions while Korra was in Zaofu were brief but nice, but I’m not sure if it would be an OTP, so at the moment, her OTP is Bo.

3: brotp

Jinora in canon has a great relationship with her aunt Kya and in a canon divergence AU, I believe she would strike an unexpected friendship with Kuvira because as I mentioned in my Kuvira headcanon, Kuvira enjoys the company of smart people and Jinora certainly fits the bill while Jinora is perceptive enough to see that underneath the aloof countenance, Kuvira has an awkward side to her that makes her relatable.

For Ikki, her brotp is her uncle Bumi. I think she would also get along well with Wei and Wing Beifong because they share the same carefree, energetic vibes.

Opal is Toph’s favorite grandkid and Toph makes absolutely no effort in hiding this fact, and it's fun to see cranky old Toph being protective and a softie for Opal. I think Opal would also get along very well with Asami. They have a lot in common if we think about it since they’re both rich girls from prominent families who have been underestimated.

4: notp

Anything remotely incestuous is a big no-go for me for all three characters. I see those and I nope the hell away.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Jiinora has been an avid reader since before she knew how to read well, and she would look at the pictures of the books fascinated. Once she learned how to read, which was earlier than most kids, she would spend hours in the library at Air Temple Island reading so much that she ended up memorizing the complete biographies of Yangchen and Aang.

Ikki is the main Sky Bison caregiver, no doubt about it. She understands them so well that she can even predict which bison will bond with any Airbender.

Opal will eventually become master airbender and will earn her arrow tattoos before marrying Bolin, and she will eventually lead the new Air Nomads Temple in the Earth Kingdom.

6: favorite line from this character

Jinora: There haven't been this many airbenders in one place for a long time either. We have power together.

From Venom of the Red Lotus

What can I say? Jinora more than earned her Master tattoos here with her initiative and leadership.

Ikki: But, I guess the nice part about a family is they'll always be there for you. Even though Twinkle Starchild and Princess Rainbow fight, they still love each other.

Book 2 Civil Wars part 2

Ikki, remembering what's most important

Opal: I'm glad you're okay, but it's a little late for "sorry".

From Beyond the Wilds

Opal giving a piece of her mind to Bolin when he was trying to win her back never gets old. 😆

7: one way in which I relate to this character

With Jinora is her love for books and learning. With Ikki I share the middle child syndrome, and what I can relate to with Opal is her strained relationship with a sibling.

8: thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character

Being related to Meelo 🤣

Opal: having to explain to everyone that her brother Baatar and Kuvira, who was raised as a "sister" were engaged. 😬

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

They’re all pure cinnamon rolls 😊

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