#Neutrality in the face of injustice
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Neutrality amidst the throes of injustice invariably serves as a cloak for the perpetrators of oppression, affording them impunity and unbridled freedom to perpetuate their egregious acts unopposed. By abstaining from active resistance and failing to unequivocally denounce injustice, society inadvertently furnishes oppressors with an unchecked path to propagate their malevolent agendas. Thus, when confronted with the specter of injustice, it becomes not merely a moral imperative, but an ethical obligation of the highest order to intercede and thwart its insidious advance.
Drawing upon the profound insights elucidated in Hannah Arendt's seminal treatise, "The Banality of Evil," one discerns a cogent explication of this pivotal concept. Arendt's incisive analysis pierces through the veneer of banality to expose the sinister underpinnings of evil, revealing how ordinary individuals, through their complicity or apathy, can become unwitting accomplices in the perpetuation of systemic injustices. In this vein, her work impels us to transcend the inertia of passive observance and embrace the mantle of active resistance as guardians of societal conscience.
Indeed, the gravity of moral responsibility beckons all parties who are witness to atrocities to confront injustice with unwavering resolve, for to acquiesce to its insidious march is to abdicate our collective humanity and consign future generations to the annals of moral bankruptcy.
#Hannah Arendt#The Banality of Evil#Neutrality in the face of injustice#Social injustice#Persephone's thoughts
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"𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫."
pairing: young!Coriolanus Snow x f!reader.
summary: the only one who could calm a winter was you.
warnings: +18!, oral sex, f!receiving, biting, mention of manipulation, sexual content, explicit content and explicit words + take a look at the masterlist!
word count: 1.055!
Feelings of dissatisfaction, injustice and stress dominated Coriolanus Snow's chest daily; not to mention the sparks of anger that his heart fired every day. — Stunned thoughts circled the boy's head.
And it was, in fact, impressive how Coriolanus knew how to disguise, and even control, what he felt; no one from the Capital could describe or bring out anything bad in his beautiful, young face. — Besides Casca Highbottom, of course; one of the reasons for the boy's countless headaches. — He remained neutral, sometimes with a compassionate smile and moved on.
He acted as if nothing and no frustration were in his life.
However, Coriolanus had a peculiar and unique way of releasing everything he felt, all those mixed emotions and sensations; and involved you. — Specifically, being between your thighs.
Coriolanus loved —no, he loved— devouring you. Boy Snow, if he had the chance or the power, could stay all day, all the time, with his face in your beautiful, oh-so-good pussy; and that is not an exaggeration, ever. — He never believed in words of belief or rumors of the second plane of life that was perfect, but Snow had found paradise between your thighs.
Before eating your pussy, Coriolanus always leaves small, wet kisses near the area; at certain moments, some small provocative bites. — Such a affectionate, sweet and intimate gesture and you fell even more in love with that white-haired boy. — Soon, he attacked like a hunt after its prey.
Coriolanus's poisonous tongue ran through your folds, sucking them with pleasure and desire; quickly, paying attention to your swollen and needy clitoris with great pleasure. — He licked, sucked and sucked your little bud with exuberance and dedication; the Snow boy gave his best, especially to you.
The environment in his room, besides being hot and dimly lit, was full of moans and whimpers that escaped your lips. — God, your moans were so sweet, naive and formed a melody in Coriolanus' ears; the sounds that came out of your mouth were divine. — A piously work of art.
The name of your lover, which came out inappropriately and stuttered, echoed through the walls and if you doubted it, it could be heard in the other rooms of your house. — Mentally, you were grateful for your parents' prolonged absence. — Like the song of an extravagant bird.
Those crystal blue eyes, clouded with pure desire and lust, gazed at you; more than usual, in fact. — Your beautiful and so cute little face reveling in pleasure, your cheeks in a reddish tone and some strands of hair stuck to your forehead; discreet tears were present on one of her cheeks. — You were the most beautiful thing Coriolanus saw in his entire life.
And the fact that you belonged to him made his ego-swollen chest even better.
There were no more financial problems, family matters to be resolved or the academy or fucking Highbottom, there was no longer anything that made his life hell. — Only you were on his mind, his attention and focus.
"Coryo…!" — His name came out in a slurred and fragile way as more tears slowly fell from your graceful face; a shock when you felt the contact of Coriolanus' teeth on your clitoris awakened in your body. — He would be, at least, a little cruel to you, however, you denied that with all your strength.
A vibration in your wet region accompanied your warm body, an enigmatic laugh from the Snow boy upon witnessing your reaction. — Making a point of making one more contact, but leaving a gentle nibble; eliciting a thin scream from you.
Your legs were shaking, your chest was rising and falling without any kind of control, not to mention that your head and mind were completely melted; no thought with notion or consciousness presented itself. — Pleasure, distress, pain and a burning sensation of being used by Snow ripped through your heart. — On the bright side, you were helping your dear lover, right?
"C-Coryo, Coryo!" — The stimulation and speed of his tongue began to accelerate and become more abrupt, becoming too much for you. — "I'll go... I'll go." — You couldn't even complete a mediocre sentence.
You were so naive, such a precious little thing, trying to warn him that you were about to cum as if Coriolanus didn't recognize your body. — He knew when you were about to cum, Coriolanus knew your body better than you. — Like a book he read countless times to the point where he memorized every word written in it.
Oh, the Snow boy was proud of that.
"Come on, my little bird." — Coriolanus hated, perhaps that's too strong a word, birds, but you were an exception; a beautiful and unique exception. — "I want you to let it all out." — It wasn't a request, a loving request, it was an order along with a pinch made by his lips.
Regardless, your orgasm was intense, causing a strong delirium in your delightful and sensitive mind. — Coriolanus was definitely in paradise and his taste was magnificent; a flavor he could never get sick of. — He licked and sucked your release, delighting himself and getting it dirty on his sculpted chin.
Coriolanus's large, thin hands opened your thighs even further with the intention of not leaving even a drop of your juices. — Like a hungry animal, not even leaving the carcass for others.
The heavy feeling of exhaustion and a drowsy wave controlled your body slowly even though you forced yourself to stay awake and full. — Snow sucked your energy, leaving nothing left for you. — An exhausted smile formed on your lips as you looked at Coriolanus; now, he left affectionate and grateful kisses on your thighs. — You loved that damn young man.
"My good girl…" — Coriolanus felt your heavy gazes. — "…you did such a good job for me." — Your heart accelerated, you didn't know how to answer if it was about what had happened or the affectionate way he praised your; you didn’t care either way.
You didn't even have the strength to answer him, so just your sweet and tired smile was enough for Coriolanus. — He was so proud, more than he already was, and he longed for more; he always wanted more.
And in the end, he would have. — Like every animal, it would get its prey in the blink of an eye.
#coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x reader smut#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus x reader smut#the hunger games#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#ballad of songbirds and snakes#coriolanus#snow
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What's so funny to me about X-Men 97 is how conservatives are all up and arms about it calling it woke and whatnot.....
Bestie....THATS LITERALLY THE POINT
The X-Men have always been an allegory for societal injustice.
Mutant rights are something that is a HEAVY subject in the X-Men comics. Anyone with any semblance of a brain would see that the point of this is commentary on injustice.
The "comics aren't political" crowd will never cease to amaze me because it's like they are a toddler who turns their head to avoid eating food they don't like.
Ignoring
The entirety of X-Men
Captain America(created by Jewish immigrants) punching H!tler in the face during a time where we were neutral in world war 2
Superman(who was also created by Jewish immigrants) being the an inversion of the n@zi ideology of a superior man who rules the world
Tony Stark being an Uber capitalist being convinced he's done nothing wrong until his tech is used against him
Jason Todd is a formerly disenfranchised youth that was adopted by a vigilante fighting a one man war on crime because his city is too corrupted by greedy politicians.
And many many many more examples
The 2 lessions I have from this is one
Media literacy is an extinct species
Comics will be and have always been political
#comics are political#x men 97#x men comics#xmen#media literacy#superman#captain america#tony stark#jason todd#batman
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Silence = neutrality/complicity, and I don't want to be silent.
Recently some people have been calling out a certain creator from the twst x reader side of the fandom that has been spreading zionist posts, dangerous sentiments and a heavy load of misinformation. The creator is @/marilynfuse and I am only sharing their blog name for everyone to block and report all of their platforms. Do NOT engage with this person, and do NOT harass this person. It's clear they don't listen to whatever you say and they thrive off of your attention. Do not give them that satisfaction, just report and move on. Their blog is still active despite not showing up when looked up.
I am a writer, but before that I am a person who does not endorse any kind of hatred or neutrality in the face of injustice. With that being said, I want no type of queerphobe, racist, islamophobe, antisemite, zionist, supporter of apartheid, denier or shamer interacting with my blog.
To be perfectly clear: Palestine, Congo, Sudan, Yemen, Syria, Haiti deserve to be free.
My goal is to invite everyone on any side to do their own research and see with their own eyes who they need to support, without thinking about the misinformation that has been going around for so long. Try to see beyond the propaganda and wake up to the reality we're facing.
I am gonna do what I think is best and share some sources I've found useful for Palestine (source 1, source 2, source 3), Congo (source 1, source 2), Sudan (source 1, source 2), Yemen (source 1, source 2), Syria (source 1, source 2) and Haiti (source 1). I'm trying to be as objective as I can be, but keep in mind being objective =/= being neutral. Being neutral leaves enough space for people to perpetuate misinformation, which is something I'm not going to do.
Educate yourselves. Talk about the people in need. Don't stay silent until the genocide and the wars stop and stay loud enough that people can still hear you even after you're pushed off the stage. If you want to educate other people, share resources and correct them, and don't engage with people who don't see reason. Block, report, use that energy and anger on sharing more resources to the people who are open to change.
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𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼
(𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
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A/n : This follows from that post and the comment by @athanasialove. I couldn't stop there. If it's well-received, I could make it into a series.If you have any story ideas for this series, you can share them with me. My inbox is open :)
Tw : Mention of death, injustice, nothing more?
Number of words : 1338
Reader :I wrote it for a female reader, but maybe it could work for a gender-neutral reader and a male reader?
The sunlight filtering through the golden silk curtains gently caressed your face as you slowly emerged from your slumber. The morning warmth enveloped the room, gently pulling you from your dreams. You blinked, adjusting to the already well-advanced daylight.
Once on your feet, you were greeted by a cohort of servants, their soft steps resonating gently in the sumptuously decorated room. They hurried around you, surrounding you with care and attention. One servant skillfully began styling your hair while another offered you garments befitting your position.
As your fingers brushed against the delicate fabrics, a question crept into your mind. "Where is Sukuna?" you asked, your voice filled with curiosity. The servant styling your hair looked up, her expression filled with respect and reverence.
"His Majesty is in the throne room, Your Grace," she replied with a soft but firm voice.
You nodded, silently thanking the servant for her answer.
As you prepared to make your way to the throne room, the urge to wander through the royal gardens overcame you. The delicate petals of the cherry blossoms danced in the light breeze, creating an atmosphere of tranquility. "Sakura," you murmured, captivated by the ephemeral beauty of these delicate flowers.
Guided by curiosity, you veered off the usual path, venturing further into the lush pathways of the garden. It was then that you noticed a slave, their gaze fixed on the delicate tasks of tending to the gardens. The distinctive symbol on their hand attested to their belonging to Sukuna.
"Slave, do you tend to these gardens?" you asked, a hint of interest in your voice. They humbly bowed, confirming their role in preserving the beauty of this place.
"Yes, Your Grace. I am honored to contribute to the splendor of the royal gardens," they replied respectfully, indicating the presence of others sharing the task.
Your gaze swept over the surroundings, discovering a team of slaves carrying out their duties. As you stood there, surrounded by the lush nature and by these men and women bound by fate to Sukuna, a silent reflection crossed your mind. Despite the marks and chains that bound them, there was a dignity and pride in their work.
With a smile, you continued on your way to the throne room, leaving behind the soothing murmur of the cherry blossoms.
Before the grand doors, guarded by soldiers imbued with the magic of curses, you were about to enter the throne room. However, with an elegant gesture, you halted them in their tracks, interrupting their movement to open the imposing doors.
"What is he doing?" you asked, your curiosity guiding you. One of the soldiers, respectful but attentive, replied: "His Majesty is in audience, Your Grace."
An amused glint sparkled in your eyes as you reacted with a hint of humor. "In audience? He seems to be in a very generous mood. I shall wait. It would be a shame to waste this unique audience. He will likely not grant another until next winter," you declared, injecting a touch of mischief into your words.
The soldiers, accustomed to the intricacies of Sukuna's court, bowed in respect. You stepped back slightly, choosing to wait in the antechamber, letting the mystery and intrigue surround this exceptional audience. The murmurs of the court faded, leaving you alone with your thoughts, mentally preparing for the forthcoming exchange with the powerful king of curses.
The piercing cry that echoed through the palace corridors sent shivers through the peaceful atmosphere of the antechamber where you patiently waited. The desperate pleas that accompanied it resonated in your mind, plunging you into a state of tension and apprehension.
"Mercy, Lord!" begged one voice, while another sobbed, "I repent, please forgive me!"
Your heart clenched at the sound of these heart-wrenching pleas, and you felt overwhelmed by a profound sense of worry. What was the meaning behind these desperate cries? What misfortune had befallen Sukuna's court?
Taking a deep breath to calm the feverish beats of your heart, you rushed towards the throne room, resolved to face the situation with dignity and determination.
Despite your desire to distance yourself from the tumultuous affairs of the court, your innate sense of compassion always urged you to intervene on behalf of the oppressed, even when their fate seemed sealed by Sukuna's whims.
Once the doors of the throne room were opened, you entered with confidence, feigning a false tranquility on your face. As you gracefully approached the throne, an ironic thought crossed your mind: "Oh, wait... this is also my place."
The murmurs of the court subsided as you approached, gazes turning towards you with respect and anticipation. You stopped before the throne, where Sukuna sat majestically, his imposing aura filling the room with his undeniable authority.
With Olympian calmness, you ascended the steps leading to the top of the throne, ignoring the intrigued glances that followed you. You stood before Sukuna, his imposing majesty not shaking your determination in the least.
"Hello, my love," you murmured with a radiant smile, deliberately ignoring the tense atmosphere that surrounded you. "Have you seen the cherry blossoms? They are in bloom," you added, your voice tinged with a slight teasing tone.
A heavy silence enveloped the throne room, broken only by the murmur of whispers and the exchanged glances among the courtiers. Then, you gave a meaningful look to the man on the ground, whose fate seemed to hang by a thread.
"I am sure this man has done nothing grave enough to deserve death," you declared boldly, your voice resonating in the silence. "But we all know that your sense of justice is quite strange."
Your audacity, though shocking to some, elicited little more than a resigned shrug among the courtiers. After all, coming from you, such boldness had become almost mundane, a testament to your self-confidence and independence of mind in the face of court conventions.
Sukuna's cheeky smile did not escape your sharp gaze, and you were gratified by a hint of satisfaction at his amusement with your bold retort.
"Oh really? Am I not the most just of all?" he retorted, his tone tinged with slight irony.
You couldn't help but smile slightly in response. "Perhaps you are," you conceded, "but only in your own terms of justice."
The atmosphere in the throne room seemed to relax slightly as the carefully chosen words you spoke slipped like razor blades through the air. Sukuna, well aware of the subtlety of your insinuation, burst into deep laughter, filling the room with its powerful echo.
Honestly, you realized that only someone like you could dare such boldness in the presence of the great king of curses. If it had been anyone else, uttering such words would have been an instant political suicide. But for you, it was just another day navigating the murky waters of Sukuna's court, where every word and gesture was carefully weighed and calculated to maintain a precarious balance between life and death.
"Well then, to prove my great generosity, I shall let this vermin go. But never set foot here again. As for the audience, I shall end it now," declared Sukuna imperiously, thus putting an end to the turmoil that had gripped the throne room.
As Sukuna rose from his throne, he took your hand with unexpected tenderness before lifting you up like a bride. You were surprised by this gesture but allowed yourself to be carried away by his momentum, letting yourself be guided by his imposing strength.
"Where are we going?" you asked, curious about his intentions.
"To see the cherry blossoms," he replied with an obviousness that made you smile. With such an answer, you could only acquiesce, knowing that the beauty of the cherry blossoms in bloom would be the perfect setting for this moment of shared complicity between you and the king of curses.
Hand in hand, you left the throne room and the tumultuous court behind you, heading towards the royal gardens where the cherry blossoms awaited.
#sukuna ryomen#sukuna jjk#ryomen x reader#sukuna x reader#sukuna#sukuna ryomen x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#Jjk x reader#soft sukuna#Soft sukuna x reader
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Heroes, Gods, and the Invisible Narrator
Slay the Princess as a Framework for the Cyclical Reproduction of Colonialist Narratives in Data Science & Technology
An Essay by FireflySummers
All images are captioned.
Content Warnings: Body Horror, Discussion of Racism and Colonialism
Spoilers for Slay the Princess (2023) by @abby-howard and Black Tabby Games.
If you enjoy this article, consider reading my guide to arguing against the use of AI image generators or the academic article it's based on.
Introduction: The Hero and the Princess
You're on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a Princess.
You're here to slay her.
If you don't, it will be the end of the world.
Slay the Princess is a 2023 indie horror game by Abby Howard and published through Black Tabby Games, with voice talent by Jonathan Sims (yes, that one) and Nichole Goodnight.
The game starts with you dropped without context in the middle of the woods. But that’s alright. The Narrator is here to guide you. You are the hero, you have your weapon, and you have a monster to slay.
From there, it's the player's choice exactly how to proceed--whether that be listening to the voice of the narrator, or attempting to subvert him. You can kill her as instructed, or sit and chat, or even free her from her chains.
It doesn't matter.
Regardless of whether you are successful in your goal, you will inevitably (and often quite violently) die.
And then...
You are once again on a path in the woods.
The cycle repeats itself, the narrator seemingly none the wiser. But the woods are different, and so is the cabin. You're different, and worse... so is she.
Based on your actions in the previous loop, the princess has... changed. Distorted.
Had you attempted a daring rescue, she is now a damsel--sweet and submissive and already fallen in love with you.
Had you previously betrayed her, she has warped into something malicious and sinister, ready to repay your kindness in full.
But once again, it doesn't matter.
Because the no matter what you choose, no matter how the world around you contorts under the weight of repeated loops, it will always be you and the princess.
Why? Because that’s how the story goes.
So says the narrator.
So now that we've got that out of the way, let's talk about data.
Chapter I: Echoes and Shattered Mirrors
The problem with "data" is that we don't really think too much about it anymore. Or, at least, we think about it in the same abstract way we think about "a billion people." It's gotten so big, so seemingly impersonal that it's easy to forget that contemporary concept of "data" in the west is a phenomenon only a couple centuries old [1].
This modern conception of the word describes the ways that we translate the world into words and numbers that can then be categorized and analyzed. As such, data has a lot of practical uses, whether that be putting a rover on mars or tracking the outbreak of a viral contagion. However, this functionality makes it all too easy to overlook the fact that data itself is not neutral. It is gathered by people, sorted into categories designed by people, and interpreted by people. At every step, there are people involved, such that contemporary technology is embedded with systemic injustices, and not always by accident.
The reproduction of systems of oppression are most obvious from the margins. In his 2019 article As If, Ramon Amaro describes the Aspire Mirror (2016): a speculative design project by by Joy Buolamwini that contended with the fact that the standard facial recognition algorithm library had been trained almost exclusively on white faces. The simplest solution was to artificially lighten darker skin-tones for the algorithm to recognize, which Amaro uses to illustrate the way that technology is developed with an assumption of whiteness [2].
This observation applies across other intersections as well, such as trans identity [3], which has been colloquially dubbed "The Misgendering Machine" [4] for its insistence on classifying people into a strict gender binary based only on physical appearance.
This has also popped up in my own research, brought to my attention by the artist @b4kuch1n who has spoken at length with me about the connection between their Vietnamese heritage and the clothing they design in their illustrative work [5]. They call out AI image generators for reinforcing colonialism by stripping art with significant personal and cultural meaning of their context and history, using them to produce a poor facsimile to sell to the highest bidder.
All this describes an iterative cycle which defines normalcy through a white, western lens, with a limited range of acceptable diversity. Within this cycle, AI feeds on data gathered under colonialist ideology, then producing an artifact that reinforces existing systemic bias. When this data is, in turn, once again fed to the machine, that bias becomes all the more severe, and the range of acceptability narrower [2, 6].
Luciana Parisi and Denise Ferreira da Silva touch on a similar point in their article Black Feminist Tools, Critique, and Techno-poethics but on a much broader scale. They call up the Greek myth of Prometheus, who was punished by the gods for his hubris for stealing fire to give to humanity. Parisi and Ferreira da Silva point to how this, and other parts of the “Western Cosmology” map to humanity’s relationship with technology [7].
However, while this story seems to celebrate the technological advancement of humanity, there are darker colonialist undertones. It frames the world in terms of the gods and man, the oppressor and the oppressed; but it provides no other way of being. So instead the story repeats itself, with so-called progress an inextricable part of these two classes of being. This doesn’t bode well for visions of the future, then–because surely, eventually, the oppressed will one day be the machines [7, 8].
It’s… depressing. But it’s only really true, if you assume that that’s the only way the story could go.
“Stories don't care who takes part in them. All that matters is that the story gets told, that the story repeats. Or, if you prefer to think of it like this: stories are a parasitical life form, warping lives in the service only of the story itself.”
― Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
Chapter II: The Invisible Narrator
So why does the narrator get to call the shots on how a story might go? Who even are they? What do they want? How much power do they actually have?
With the exception of first person writing, a lot of the time the narrator is invisible. This is different from an unreliable narrator. With an unreliable narrator, at some point the audience becomes aware of their presence in order for the story to function as intended. An invisible narrator is never meant to be seen.
In Slay the Princess, the narrator would very much like to be invisible. Instead, he has been dragged out into the light, because you (and the inner voices you pick up along the way), are starting to argue with him. And he doesn’t like it.
Despite his claims that the princess will lie and cheat in order to escape, as the game progresses it’s clear that the narrator is every bit as manipulative–if not moreso, because he actually knows what’s going on. And, if the player tries to diverge from the path that he’s set before them, the correct path, then it rapidly becomes clear that he, at least to start, has the power to force that correct path.
While this is very much a narrative device, the act of calling attention to the narrator is important beyond that context.
The Hero’s Journey is the true monomyth, something to which all stories can be reduced. It doesn’t matter that the author, Joseph Campbell, was a raging misogynist whose framework flattened cultures and stories to fit a western lens [9, 10]. It was used in Star Wars, so clearly it’s a universal framework.
The metaverse will soon replace the real world and crypto is the future of currency! Never mind that the organizations pushing it are suspiciously pyramid shaped. Get on board or be left behind.
Generative AI is pushed as the next big thing. The harms it inflicts on creatives and the harmful stereotypes it perpetuates are just bugs in the system. Never mind that the evangelists for this technology speak over the concerns of marginalized people [5]. That’s a skill issue, you gotta keep up.
Computers will eventually, likely soon, advance so far as to replace humans altogether. The robot uprising is on the horizon [8].
Who perpetuates these stories? What do they have to gain?
Why is the only story for the future replications of unjust systems of power? Why must the hero always slay the monster?
Because so says the narrator. And so long as they are invisible, it is simple to assume that this is simply the way things are.
Chapter III: The End...?
This is the part where Slay the Princess starts feeling like a stretch, but I’ve already killed the horse so I might as well beat it until the end too.
Because what is the end result here?
According to the game… collapse. A recursive story whose biases narrow the scope of each iteration ultimately collapses in on itself. The princess becomes so sharp that she is nothing but blades to eviscerate you. The princess becomes so perfect a damsel that she is a caricature of the trope. The story whittles itself away to nothing. And then the cycle begins anew.
There’s no climactic final battle with the narrator. He created this box, set things in motion, but he is beyond the player’s reach to confront directly. The only way out is to become aware of the box itself, and the agenda of the narrator. It requires acknowledgement of the artificiality of the roles thrust upon you and the Princess, the false dichotomy of hero or villain.
Slay the Princess doesn’t actually provide an answer to what lies outside of the box, merely acknowledges it as a limit that can be overcome.
With regards to the less fanciful narratives that comprise our day-to-day lives, it’s difficult to see the boxes and dichotomies we’ve been forced into, let alone what might be beyond them. But if the limit placed is that there are no stories that can exist outside of capitalism, outside of colonialism, outside of rigid hierarchies and oppressive structures, then that limit can be broken [12].
Denouement: Doomed by the Narrative
Video games are an interesting artistic medium, due to their inherent interactivity. The commonly accepted mechanics of the medium, such as flavor text that provides in-game information and commentary, are an excellent example of an invisible narrator. Branching dialogue trees and multiple endings can help obscure this further, giving the player a sense of genuine agency… which provides an interesting opportunity to drag an invisible narrator into the light.
There are a number of games that have explored the power differential between the narrator and the player (The Stanley Parable, Little Misfortune, Undertale, Buddy.io, OneShot, etc…)
However, Slay the Princess works well here because it not only emphasizes the artificial limitations that the narrator sets on a story, but the way that these stories recursively loop in on themselves, reinforcing the fears and biases of previous iterations.
Critical data theory probably had nothing to do with the game’s development (Abby Howard if you're reading this, lmk). However, it works as a surprisingly cohesive framework for illustrating the ways that we can become ensnared by a narrative, and the importance of knowing who, exactly, is narrating the story. Although it is difficult or impossible to conceptualize what might exist beyond the artificial limits placed by even a well-intentioned narrator, calling attention to them and the box they’ve constructed is the first step in breaking out of this cycle.
“You can't go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it's just a cage.”
― Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
Epilogue
If you've read this far, thank you for your time! This was an adaptation of my final presentation for a Critical Data Studies course. Truthfully, this course posed quite a challenge--I found the readings of philosophers such as Kant, Adorno, Foucault, etc... difficult to parse. More contemporary scholars were significantly more accessible. My only hope is that I haven't gravely misinterpreted the scholars and researchers whose work inspired this piece.
I honestly feel like this might have worked best as a video essay, but I don't know how to do those, and don't have the time to learn or the money to outsource.
Slay the Princess is available for purchase now on Steam.
Screencaps from ManBadassHero Let's Plays: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]
Post Dividers by @cafekitsune
Citations:
Rosenberg, D. (2018). Data as word. Historical Studies in the Natural Sciences, 48(5), 557-567.
Amaro, Ramon. (2019). As If. e-flux Architecture. Becoming Digital. https://www.e-flux.com/architecture/becoming-digital/248073/as-if/
What Ethical AI Really Means by PhilosophyTube
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AI - Our Shiny New Robot King | Sophie from Mars by Sophie From Mars
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dear ocean sunfish hater,
have you considered taking a stance of pure cool neutrality on one of god's most mediocre creatures?
sincerely,
someone who has thought about sunfish once or twice
Dear Anonymous User,
As I've expressed in the past, staying neutral in the face of injustice sides with the oppressor. Ocean Sunfish have are not only the top of a highly unequal system, they personally wronged me in the past and the fact that you are not supporting my cause speaks to the erosion of principles in our modern world.
I don't know you, but how could anyone that calls themselves decent or empathetic be so dismissive of other people's struggles? I think it's time for you to really look deep within yourself and think about your own morality.
Please don't contact me again.
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hello my pookie wookie spookie dookie kitten bear i hope you are doing splendidly. i have a request of you my little pookie wokieie spookiie dookie 🥺🥺🥺 what would you think of making a part 2 of the wratg writing 🥺?? (on a serious note its so fuckinf fire and i want to devour it but theres not enough to eat)
my name is pookie wookie spookie dookie kitten bear now. i had to dig out my laptop for this so fast so yes, i can give you a part two my beloved muah muah <333
It had been a month since the day you disappeared from the three archons' view but the storms persisted. Relentless winds that knocked over stalls and people alike. Rain that turned into thunderstorms, that then turned into hail. It was clear your rage was still ever-present and Teyvat was responding to your rage as the creation most connected to you.
You'd spent most of your time holed inside a cave as you slwoly cooked things you had picked during the slow times, just to be sure you'd never run into anyone but you knew it was only a matter of time before someone found you.
Of course, having to see Venti again was on the bottom of you list of things you wanted to see. Seeing him kneel before you, tears in his eyes only made the rain turn into hail as you stared coldly.
"Your grace, please forgive me. I.... committed a grave injustice against you." He sounded as tearful as he looked but you could only concentrate on your rage.
"You consider hunting someone down like an animal for the slaughter an injustice? I consider that inhumane, unforgivable, a crime is the least I consider it. At most, I consider it a testament of the hate you hold for me." Your words are angry but you face remains neutral as you stare at him coldly.
Books, Ancient texts and tales all recounted about your kindness, about how you would create things in order to bring happiness to your creations. But you had been so hurt, so betrayed, so.... so exhausted that all you could feel was your own rage.
"NO!" Venti protested in a panicked tone, scrambling up from his kneeling position to somehow convince you. "I could never-! Your grace, I would never hate you... I was... I was misguided, I was wrong. I could never hate you."
"Whether you do or don't matters little to me. You hunted me for months in order to kill me. How many times did I plead with you in tears to listen to me, to not kill me? Dozens. I pleaded until I coughed up blood. I ran until my legs gave out. I bled gold once in front of you and suddenly, you're sorry?" Your rage was quiet even as the storm raged on outside.
"Barbatos...." Your voice was quiet, tinged with disappointment. "I don't recognize you anymore. You are no follower of mine. Nor are you my creation." Your words severed the connection that existed all throughout Teyvat, the one that connected you to all your creations and them to you.
You turned and walked away, ignoring his sobs of anguish.
#sagau#genshin impact sagau#genshin sagau#sagau venti#self aware genshin#genshin cult au#sagau cult au#sagau x reader#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT NONNY I DID MY BEST AT LIKE 9:30 PM IN ABOUT HALF AN HOUR
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Hi there you wonderful and amazing person, can I request Gender Neutral or Female Billy Batson Reader with Platonic with either Yandere Poseidon, Loki, Buddha, Hercules, Ares, Hermes, Zeus and Thor (3 of your choosing, cause honestly, any combination can work for this)
Reader is 14 years old orphan, who’s a Human Fighter, Humanity is frightening that a child is fighting while the Gods are mocking Humanity for choosing a CHILD to fight (Until they/she yells ‘SHAZAM!’ And turn into an adult figure full of god power and wins the fight, even refusing to kill their/her opponents and just injuring them badly enough they can’t fight anymore because they don’t want to commit murder, even if it’s a god and they were planning on killing them/her)
The gods are FURIOUS that a Human Child somehow has the powers of the GODS and want her/them on their side (Reader is very strong) but Reader refuses because she/they want to save and protect Humanity because that’s what a Hero does (That doesn’t mean Reader won’t act reckless or immature, since they are a child, they just won’t abuse their power to hurt others)
Sorry if this is a lot, I LOVE DC, and Shazam is my absolute favorite DC Superhero (He’s such a relatable character, and I can’t wait to watch Clash of Gods) the first movie was great and the Wizard was funny too
OOOH, YES. I LOVE THAT IDEA TBH. Angsty idea: What if this also took place in the Injustice Universe (where Superman killed Captain Marvel) and that's why the Reader is here- ALSO, I'VE NEVER HEARD SOMEONE SAY THEIR FAVORITE DC HERO IS SHAZAM, YOU HAVE AMAZING TASTE.
Platonic Yandere!Hercules, Buddha, and Hermes + Shazam! GN Reader:
"She's stooped too low!"
"Has humanity given up that quickly!?"
"That can't be our champion!? Can it!?"
You pull your hoodie up as you hesitaite to walk further, hearing the sounds of the gods and humans alike. You look back at Brunhilde, who gives you a comforting smile and nods encouragingly in your direction. You smile back and try to take a deep breath. It's no big deal, you've gone toe-to-toe with bigger bad guys before. Hell, Black Adam was a near damn god and you've beaten him a couple of times.
"WHAT'S THIS!? HUMANITY IS...SENDING OUT A CHILD!? THAT CAN'T BE CORRECT, THERE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO HERE FROM HUMANITY'S GREATEST LEAGUE OF HEROES."
You frown at the announcer and send him a glare. Ouch, okay. Suddenly you felt more spiteful than insecure in that moment. Staring at the God you were about to face, you pull your hood down and get into a fight stance.
The god laughs, "Okay, okay, real cute kid. Where's the REAL champion I've been hearing about?"
"They're right here...SHAZAM!"
"The Strength of Hercules!":
- Oh, words WERE definetly due after your outrageous fight. The gods were horrified; a human child who somehow had THEIR powers managed to defeat a god!? WHAT INSANITY WAS THIS!? Although, Hercules wasn't really concerned about that part...he was more concerned about the child part.
- He followed you and Brunhilde both after your fight, you laughing and pumping yourself up and Brunhilde ruffling your hair lovingly. You looked up and smiled at her and Hercules couldn't help but feel his heart soften. You looked like a sweet kid. Which only made him angrier.
- "BRUNHILDE, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? Having a child compete? WHAT INSANITY IS THIS!?"
- When she explains who you are and what you can do and how you didn't even need a völundr, it only enraged him more. Humanity must be saved but you can't sacrifice a child to do it. You looked at him and you felt a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. He reminded you of...no...you didn't want to think of him right now.
- Hercules will then look at you and smile, complimenting you on how you did in battle and how he couldn't help but recognize his strength. You timidly tell him that it was one of your seven powers, the Strength of Hercules. An idea forms inside of his head and he suggests that even though you're both on opposite sides, that he should mentor you in how you use your strength.
Platonic Yandere! Hercules:
- Its so easy for you to warm up to him, he reminds you so much of Clark...before, you know. He's kind and compassionate and he has the right intentions. He felt familiar but safer if that made sense and considering you are a CHILD who is competing in DEATH MATCHES, you needed something familiar.
- Hercules is happy that you come to him so much, he sees you as a younger sibling, honestly. He protects you from people like Zeus, Poseidon, and Loki who might seek to harm you or "interrogate" you about your powers. He also will sneak over to the human's side to make sure Brunhilde isn't gonna use you as a secret weapon again. His new goal along with saving humanity is to make sure you survive this.
- He becomes family to you, a concept you yearned for. He scolds you when you get into hijinks, he's a good and patient teacher who truly shows you the potential of your strength, but he's also a very soft and kind person. When you tell him how you died, he hugs you and tells you that no one shall harm you like that. Not when he's around.
- It was a good thing but all good things come to an end. That darkness that overcame Superman? You begin to feel it. You think it started when you accidentally upset another God, much to the point they wanted to fight you then and there. You wanted to get back to Hercules but they kept fighting you and you tried to say Shazam but each attack was faster than the last. Then Hercules came to the rescue, except, it was much more violent than it needed to be. Nearly beating the god to death, he didn't stop until you transformed and used your strength to pull him off. He had crazed blood lust eyes for a minute but they softened when they looked at you.
- You want to pretend that your imagining it and you want to tell someone but who would believe you? Sure you had the power of the Gods but everyone knew you were just an orphan mortal child with a magic word. Hercules had a reputation for being a good and just person...but so was Superman. You try to distance yourself from Hercules a bit, saying that you couldn't make certain training times and then eventually you just stopped showing up at all.
- He doesn't like being lied to, (Y/n). He sees you when you laugh with Sasaki Kojiro or when you hang out with Goll. Hercules isn't sure why you're trying to avoid him but thats gonna have to change, you're too young to understand that just because you have powers doesn't mean you CAN'T get hurt. That's why you have to stay close to him. So he can protect you and keep you safe.
"By The Wisdom of Solomon!":
- Huh, that's something you don't see everyday. Buddha was iffy about Brunhilde choosing you but he won't deny, it's quite brilliant to fight the Gods with their own powers. Such a shame that a poor kid like you got stuck to this match.
- Buddha is the cool older brother, honestly. When you're walking over to Brunhilde to have the doctors check up on you, Buddha is all: "Hey, little buddy. Saw your fight out there, pretty impressive for someone your age."
- Your chest swells with pride at his words as you just try to fix your posture and look cool and composed, "Yeah, this kinda stuff isn't really new to me. I kinda fight guys like this, like, all the time." and Buddha laughs at your confident tone and hands you one of his treats.
- "Well, you seem like you've got everything covered. Just remember, don't get too cocky in a place like this."
- You nod your head, this time a more serious expression on your face. You know what he means but life and death isn't something new to you and now that you've been given a second chance to defend humanity, you're going to make sure you make all the right decisions to win this for everyone.
- Buddha seems to notice the determination in your eyes because he lets out a soft chuckle and pats your head, "Can tell I ignited that fire in ya. See you around, little buddy."
- You open your mouth to tell him that you could be a big buddy if you wanted to but then you blushed when you realized how stupid that sounded and he just cackled in the distance.
Platonic Yandere! Buddha:
- He shows up everywhere you're at. It wasn't just the Wisdom of Solomon telling you that something was wrong, it was that instinct you develop when you were on the run from Child Services kicking in that told you someone was following you. You didn't want to think that it was Buddha, he was so cool! He snuck you snacks, taught you some interesting things about your powers and how to use them, and how to mediate and other cool stuff!
- Still, you start to notice he began popping up more and more during your daily rounds in Ragnarok. You didn't really mind it since he was good company and considering how old everyone else was compared to you, he was like a cool Gen Z God (if you had to describe him) but lately, its been happening too much for your liking.
- Like when you were practicing your newest fighting skills and such and nearly fell, he showed up right behind you and caught you before you hit the ground. Asking how his favorite little buddy was doing, which was weird considering that you were in Shazam mode but even weirder was that you were pretty sure he was somewhere far away from the place you were training at. You didn't think much of it then but then it started happening more and more.
- No one else is allowed to befriend you, as well. For example, Sasaki was telling you stories of his old fights and you were both laughing but now when you run up to him to try and hang out, he just gives you a sad smile and says he sadly can't. The same even goes with the Valkyries sometimes, you don't know why they all hate you all of a sudden. You don't have much time to figure out the answer, of course, because Buddha will join you because you looked sad and offer you a snack.
- He hates seeing you upset, little buddy, he really does. But even with all those fancy powers, you're still just a little guy going up against Gods. Brunhilde can't be 100% trusted to look after you so Buddha will take that position. It goes to his head quick when he sees you hang out with others, almost as if you forgot about your best buddy! He knows it's selfish of him to isolate you but some of those humans will die, Buddha sure as Hell won't. So just stick with him, okay, little buddy?
"The Speed of Mercury!":
- What a curious thing you were. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation when it happened but if he had to summarize it; you, a child, somehow inherited the power of the gods and became an adult. He'd recognize his speed anywhere.
- You put it to good use as well, it seems. He watched you fight and sensed a sort of excitement during your battle. What shenanigans and plot twists will you bring little one?
- At the end of your fight, your grown self even has the audacity to grab the microphone from Hiemdall and announce to everyone: "I am not some kid! I am a member of the Justice League and a well respect hero! I risked my life protecting mankind and I'll risk my afterlife so...uh, EAT THAT, GODS!" and the gods gasped audibly while Hermes chuckled in amusement. It appears as though your maturity doesn't change with your body.
- No because he will still find it upsetting that Brunhilde chose a child as a champion, REGARDLESS OF YOUR POWERS. Unlike the other two, he doesn't exactly rush to meet you because its not really any of his business at the end of the day.
- However you both run into each other again and it's such a funny coincidence. You look him up and down and tell him: "So...You're Hermes...I didn't expect you to look so...butlery." and he just makes this surprised face at you but smiles at you, "Yes, I do suppose I look different from how humans envision me."
Platonic Yandere! Hermes:
- The adopted Dad who stepped up and will step on anyone who tries to do you harm. You don't understand, you just bring out this good humorous and playful side out of him a bit more. He isn't sure how, why, or when but you managed to worm your way into his heart.
- He really wouldn't have it any other way either. The mortals of your world were insane for letting a child like you fend for themselves, you're so sweet and well meaning, maybe a bit too arrogant for your own good but that's just with being a youth.
- He hates that you aren't on the same side, its just harder for him to keep track of you so he thinks of plans on how he can ease his worries. Switching sides obviously won't be any use, unless he uses force, but he'd rather resort to that last. He's just so conflicted on what he should do.
- Everyone is aware of his attachment to you, how dear you are too him and how he's already threatened multiple gods and humans alike to stay away because they either wanted to harm you or pit you against him. He isn't really that fond of Brunhilde because of the way he suspects she's turning you against him.
- NO BUT YOU KNOW HOW HE MAKES SONGS FOR THE FALLEN HUMANS? I garuntee you that he writes songs for you and, if you'll let him, will sing you to sleep. An experience that you never had growing up so you happily accept it. Oh, you're so trusting. The way you fall asleep so innocently when he could easily take you away right then and there. He pushes those thoughts away because you haven't done anything that would require him to go that far and he tucks you in. Wishing you pleasant dreams♡
#platonic yandere#ror buddha x reader#ror hercules x reader#ror hermes x reader#FIRST HERMES THING SO LEMME KNOW HOW IT IS.#record of ragnarok#record of ragnarok x reader#ror x reader#shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader#snv x reader#yandere buddha ror#Yandere Hercules ror#yandere hermes ror#yandere x reader#yandere record of ragnarok x reader
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( PICK A PIC ) ❤️🔥 — what about you can best aid the revolution?
Funds for Palestinians 🇵🇸🍉
Relief / Other funds 🫶🏾💖
- what about you can help demonstrate your passion for humanity ? ❤️🔥🐦🔥
woke up angry opening my phone 🙃(understandably so) and figured that you might be too ! so, here is a reading to highlight qualities about you that could aid in the current revolution . it can be difficult to navigate the trauma of what's happening and shock you into stillness but this reading will hopefully give you a good idea of where to start if you've been in a cycle of guilt and deep empathy . that being said, please listen carefully to your intuition and only take what resonates <3
pile one 🍉
- qualities you have : the sun, strength/justice
- how to use it : the fool (seven of coins), the moon (the high priestess + the tower)
your radiance and brilliance overpowers false truths, injustice. pile one, you have a strength that comes from a forever knowledge of what is and isn't right. this is a deeply humanitarian energy, like a public defense attorney. very "for the rights of the people" and it's about controlling and directing that passion.
you can put this to use by continuing to hold out hope for a better future for this. i see that you have been wanting to start a project of some sorry to contribute to palestine and other causes---keep it up! don't let doubts of nothing coming out of your dedication and commitment stop you from figuring for what's close to your heart. if you know you must do something then do it! any effort is effort. use this drive for justice to inform and inspire others with your radiance.
pile two 🍉
- qualities you have : ace of cups, the magician
- how to use it : two of pentacles, two of wands
you possess a deep and unbridled sense of positive emotional well-being as a strong quality, pile two. your internal atmosphere being as sensitive as it is also marks for powerful manifesting energy. you are well aware of the gift you possess and not even need to be reading this (/j). you are in touch with your spirituality in a way that basically makes you an alchemist of desired outcomes. This also may happen naturally/with minimal intent.
you can put this spiritual sensitivity and connection to the divine to use by expanding your energy into different projects. this may sound overwhelming to some but i can also see this pile as people who are already planning their outreach and discussing with friends/family, boycotting and sharing new info. would say continue to stay encouraged! think about the progress that we've made so far for palestinians and how this will result in a nearly global release! we're so close, do not accept defeat as an option and keep your head up.
pile three 🍉
- qualities you have : three of wands, knight of wands
- how to use it : the empress, ace of wands
ready for action and a planner. your dominant qualities are that of a leader, and it's nothing for you to assess and judge a situation that calls for action. i'm sure you've already been putting your for down in the face of neutrality when it comes to palestine and other causes. you are not easily swayed by fears of the collective and hindering beliefs.
the best way you can use these leader qualities to aid those who can't and themselves is continuing to let your voice be heard and trusting that your effort is working in the best interest of those who need it most. It's clear in your pull that you are taking every chance you can already to stand up for what you believe in---yes! so happy and proud, keep it up! I would say you are already aware you're doing everything you can.
hey guys ! i hope this helped truly & just wanted to say that i know it's hard to see so much anguish and pain on such a global scale but the moment we give into ignoring it, we become a part of the problem. if you've been doing your best to share and inform at least, that's enough. do to the best of your abilities and don't beat yourself up if you're circumstances are limiting to your outreach ❤️🤓👍🏾 okay that's it. love u guys bye
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Girlhood Is Surveillance
In the imaginations of most men, oppressive policing is done by a military force or officers of a district. Men are deployed, with weapons and uniform, to enforce the will of the state. They use violent means (or the threat of violence) to intimidate. Certain words are banned by the government and uttering them risks being locked up, done away with, killed.
Yet, the most powerful, pervasive, and far-reaching form of surveillance is the reality for most girls.
Oppressed groups typically go through more surveillance than the oppressing class. They are viewed with more suspicion, afforded less allowances, and must work harder to prove themselves worthy of basic rights. The government is aggressively involved. They mandate what schools can teach, what media houses can publish, what public speakers can say.
For girls, surveillance starts before they can walk. This kind of surveillance is an extension of the surveillance her mother endures from her peers. She is dressed appropriately in pink, in bonnets, in frills and baby bows. By the time she is five, she is policed by her closest relatives. She may or may not be allowed to run shirtless like her brothers. Especially when her uncles are there. She must not wear nail polish or she must play with makeup. She must wear tutus and dresses.
This also happens to boys, but in a much different way. The reason I describe girlhood specifically as surveillance is because in a patriarchal, pornified world, the boy's body is neutral, that is, not provocative. Not insulting.
The female body, on the other hand, is semiotically significant. It is a symbol of sex, of desire, of lust (at least as a man experiences it) and thus is wicked, crude, and crass. The girl is surveilled because on the streets, in the home, by anyone who looks at her, who she is is interpreted to be provocative. In other words, her femaleness, naked or evident, is hate speech. Or impolite language. Language that polite society cannot be seen to be having. Her shoulders, knees, hands, thighs, breasts, are pornography.
This is just a fraction of the surveillance of girlhood.
As she grows up, she learns there are ways she must sit, things she must not know, things she must not say, and things she must wear. Her mother (and sometimes father) are the chief police on these things. They watch her, check her before going out, frisk her to make sure the skirt is not rising above her knees, the hijab is in place, etcetera.
On the streets, the girl learns, that she is also being watched by others. Men whistle at her as she walks to primary school. She learns how easy it is to be shamed as a girl. By teachers, strangers on the road, girls in school, boys at the playground. For having hairy legs, a crooked (normal) nose, a bare face, a face that isn't bare, too much height, too big boobs, too small boobs, thin lips or full lips, a flat butt, a butt that shows, etcetera.
She censors her womanhood when it comes. For if her brothers or father see her blood in the toilet, that is her body once again being provocative. Perhaps she becomes aware as a teenager, of the inequality and injustice. If she speaks out, she will be met with a host of police ready to put a stop to it. Her best friend will say, "Some women like looking beautiful. It is not a crime to want to be beautiful. You are judging me." Her mother will say, "Girls libidos don't matter. Sex is not for girls to enjoy, but for men." Her father will say, "Don't worry your pretty little head about things you don't understand." They will all dismiss, all shame, all hush her. They will call her ungrateful, a lesbian (which means social outcast, unnatural, inhuman, wrong), a radical, or a child throwing a tantrum. All of which are threats, whether or not they recognize them as such.
This policing system does not need the use of officers or the military much because the narrative is in society's consciousness. The people will police deviants themselves after the government tells them what the deviants look like and gives them the stakes of noncompliance. This kind of surveillance is also older than the government, if not as old as it is. It's oldness makes it that much more difficult to notice and resist.
The people who love you become the police. They will snitch on you to their peers if you do not conform. Your mother will tell your aunts and grandmother. Your father will joke about you with your brothers. Your sister will tell on you to the popular girls. And these are not the worst kind. Most girls, like every other animal, every other human being, will go the route with the most ease and the best chance at survival.
They will conform. They will cross their legs. Do their hair according to their age. Paint or not paint their nails. Wear the hijab. Wear skirts that go over the knee. Wear the pink. Curl their hair. Smear the lipstick, eyeliner, mascara. Put the powder and glitter on themselves. Wear the heels and stockings. Kiss the boy, etcetera.
And now, because they've been told how closely they're being watched, for their looks, whether their clothes are appropriate or not, whether their mothers are happy or not, whether their brothers feel threatened or disgusted by their pads or their tomboyishness or not, whether they are excelling too much in sports or academia or too little, whether they are smart or not, whether they are fat or not, whether they are acceptable or provocative or not . . . it becomes of paramount importance that they surveil themselves. Because they are in a hypervigilant state. They are in survival mode.
Girls are their own self-police. Harsh on every angle and feature. Because they have been told that people pay special attention to them everywhere they go. And to some degree, this is true. Everyone is easily insulted by femaleness, because femaleness is provocative. Please note, not femininity, femaleness. Femininity is camouflage because it signals conformity. Agreeing with the narrative that insists that the female body is the symbol for sex or motherhood. That the female body is pornography. The women that flaunt their bodies and say, "I am sexy and want you to know it!" are conforming. The women that hide their bodies and duck their heads to show meekness toward their God are conforming. None of them challenge the assertion that the female body is by-default provocative, an invitation to sex, shameful.
Now, surveillance has expanded. You see girls tilting their heads in one direction on their cameras because they believe this is their best side. They all have makeup or makeup filters. That thin their faces and enlarge their eyes. That make their lips a little fuller. They gag themselves and retch up nutrients and food in order to keep themselves safe. Obsessed with beauty and meekness because it is their livelihood. What secures them in society.
And yet . . . does it? Little girls are killed for a little hair showing from beneath their headscarf. Young women are murdered by the men whose advances were rejected. Toddlers are whistled at by grown men on the street. Teenage girls are the sex symbol of the generations in TV shows, movies, music videos. Mothers starve their girls, physically and emotionally abuse their girls, to keep them compliant. Girls have burn marks, scars, wounds from conformity. They have blistered feet and bra lines burned into their ribcage.
The government is not inactive, either. It does not punish femicides. It mandates forced birth. It regulates population by regulating the human female, rather than the male that has been left to run amock. Who starts these pregnancies and is responsible for any statistic for violence in the general population. It ensures that women need men to survive the economy. It ensures that women are successfully sold and bought for the economy. The pimps need their money, after all. And the president needs the pimps. The oligarchs need their workers, too. Workers need mothers to create them and wives to sustain them. Girlhood is the governments business.
A girl will blame herself for how her boyfriend treats her, for being raped. She will then, instead of looking at the world, at the perpetrator, will police herself and other girls around her even more aggressively. Violently.
Surveillance is most powerful when privacy is destroyed and the person made into a data point to be exploited. Girls do not have privacy, for their private parts are taboo discussions in public life. They are offensive discourse and so must be suppressed and regulated.
Girlhood is living under the most extreme and powerful form of surveillance, where everyone is the girl-police, including the girl herself.
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I've just been having Undertale Yellow thoughts and I'm just filled with specific angst thoughts on the endings. Because no matter what
Clover is alone.
Clover either drags their dying body to a wall to die with dignity, they're betrayed and killed by someone they thought was their friend after he killed Clover's chance to have a family, or they leave the underground empty and unable to connect to others (remember, LOVE means distancing yourself to more easily hurt others).
Sure, in neutral and pacifist, they briefly travel with Martlet and sometimes Ceroba, but they're either short lived or under false pretenses. Martlet tries so hard but ultimately does little to protect Clover, and Ceroba initially just tries to lead Clover like a lamb to slaughter. She does connect with them a little during the journey, but I feel like it's overshadowed by her plan to kill Clover. Clover at the end of a hard fight and betrayal is faced with an alcoholic widow begging them to kill her. That's rough.
I feel like in the pacifist ending, Clover's main reason to giving up their soul isn't because they really love the monsters, they're just extremely empathetic and care about the injustice dealt to monsters as a whole. The lines in the whiteout don't call to feelings of friendship or camaraderie that Clover experienced, but of how the monsters are suffering trapped underground, and they need Clover's soul to escape.
Frisk gets to end the Pacifist story with a loving family and all of monsterkind knowing their name. Clover's story ends in a tragedy as they can't connect any further with these people who might be the first in their life to care, and no one else would know as four monsters hold a funeral in private.
And ultimately how much does Clover's actions matter? Either they sacrifice themselves, or they have to kill everyone else to survive. There is no option between because Flowey is the arbiter of what happens and no neutral run is satisfying to him. He terrorizes Clover for funsies and then starts everything over again. Clover only gets the pacifist ending because of a whim from Flowey.
No matter what path is taken, Clover's story is ultimately a tragedy. They got to have some fun as a cowpoke, but it seems their story took more after The Great Silence than most other western media.
#uty#undertale yellow#undertale yellow spoilers#uty spoilers#clover#uty clover#I'm still a little salty kanako's storyline doesn't get resolved#I'm so tempted to try and make a fangame where pacifist clover sneaks into the true lab to save kanako#that should be uty's version of a true pacifist ending
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Your Shidi
Imagine if Shen Yuan transmigrated a little later as Luo Binghes Shidi two years before Luo Binghe was fated to falling into the abyss and thought if he befriended Luo Binghe MAYBE he might live?
Shen Yuan transmigrates too late.
He found himself digging holes at Cang Qiong for the entrance exam.
He didn't know what he’d do if he ended up in Qing Jing Peak, was Binghe here yet? Was he in the abyss?
What use was it to join the sect only to be burned with rest lf them when he didnt even know who Luo Binghe even was?
This sucked!
Then to too it all kff Shen Qingqiu decided to pick him!
Shen Yuan had no idea how take the villain so he kept his fave neutral and bland as kf he was bored.
Any expression this scumbag will have an issue with and use it as an excuse to punish him!
He assumed he had no family so he said he was an orphan and he had no one.
He poured the tea correctly, and waited for the man to pour it on him or stab him with a tea cup.
“Good enough, go with Ming Fan. He give you your robes and manual.”
Shen Yuan was immediately worried he would be sabotaged but after getting to know the disciples and being treated well he realised maybe it was only Luo Binghe who was targeted.
Even so, if he wanted to survive he had to be a good enough cultivator to leave the mountain and be a rogue cultivator!
But then he saw him, when Shen Yuan was doing his own chores of chtting wood he froze when he saw an older bly walk past him.
The bly gazed at him his eyes narrowed.
“Is something wrong, Shidi?”
That was Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe who was older almost the same age when he-
Shen Yuan closed his gaping mouth-
“Ah apologies Shixiong! This one didnt mean to stare!”
He was doomed, there was no way he could be friends with Luo Binghe- it was too late and he doubted he would make an impact.
Luo Binghe didnt smile, only looked down on Shen Yuan, he wondered if this was when he started realising the injustice of his situation.
“Would Shidi like some help chtting wood?”
Shen Yuan stiffened- make the protagonist do his chores! Did he look like a masochist!?
“No way!” He yelled and the other looked stunned almost offended and Shen Yuan backtracked-
“These are my chores- if this one can’t do this then how can I proudly call myself a cultivator! I ah-“ Shen Yuan bowed “Thanking Shixiong for offering!”
Luo Binghe said nothing.
Shen Yuan looked back up then shifted “Uh- but um, if Shixiong doesn’t mind he could stay and talk while I work, I can do blth- unless your busy then you need nkt waste your time with this shidi!”
Luo Binghe only hummed as he leaned near a tree crossing his arms.
“This one doesn’t mind the company, plus someone has to watch you in case you get hurt.”
Shen Yuan stared, but no one was there when Luo Binghe got hurt.
“Hmm what is it?”
Sonething must have shown on his face, Shen Yuan couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re so kind.
Shen Yuan had no idea that this was how it was going to go.
Shen Qingqiu was rotting in a dungeon, Yue Qingyuan died.
But the reason why only Qing Jing Peak was destroyed and the mountain was spared was because of him.
Him! Shen Yuan!
Sure it could be worse but just imagine what he could’ve done if he transmigrated sooner!
But Cang Qiing didnt appreciate the sentiment, Luo Bknghe was even kind enough to spare the library so they coukd rebuild and start over-
But none of the peak lords wanted Shen Yuan, or the peak. They decided to keep it as the eleven peaks instead and take it as a lesson from Shen Qingqiu a name they will forever curse.
A cursed generation kf failed peak lords,
And so Shen Yuan took all of teh disciples under Shen Qingqiu then later Ming Fan now Shen Yuan.
Ning Yingying shoukd have taken over as next in line but she was in the palace with Luo Binghe.
And she wasn’t welconed either.
And tge good news kept coming as most of the disciples returned home.
After all their families were rich and payed good money for their children to succed in life having them part if a disgraced peak was the opposite si they begged the mountain to take them into other peaks in their stead.
Qi Qingqi as the now acting Sect Leader allowed such a thing, she was only the actingbhead until the new head disciple was ready to take over Yue Qingyuans place.
So Shen Yuan was supposed to trail sadly with his entourage down the town and be mocked and jeered as they tried to find a place to stay with the money Cang Qiong graciously allowed them.
Shen Yuan scowled as if- no way was he going to just accept defeat like this!
He was going to thrive shre cultivation may be outlawed soon the four great sects have no idea what was coming.
But y’know what Shen Yuan didn’t need cultivation! Knowledge is power!
If they can harvest remedies from flowers and thanks to his knowledge of pidw knows what is a healing tonic and a dangerous poison, knowing what demonic beast will be great for ones constition they’ll survive.
And when Shen Yuan strode past the village with purpose, the disciples, carrying the library of Qing Jing on their backs began to have hope.
Of course when they saw the shack they realised that maybe Qing Jing peak truly waa cursed.
“This will be our new home!” Shen Yuan clapped looking proud, as he turned to the group, eyes crinkled with a secret.
“Now we have plenty kf work to do to make it habitable- so lets split into groups and give each other jobs,” he went to the hallmasters that stayed.
“You will take this and buy what we need, furniture wood, Xao Mei will give you list.”
The hallmasters scowled “Why are we doing grunt work?”
Shen Yuan paused then turned back “As off right now we are a disgraced peak, we are vunerable and what meager belongings we have someone will pick. You are string enoygh to defend yourself and these supplies are improtant if we plan to live here for the foreseeable future. Not to mention people would cheat the children and make them pay more, our hallmasters wknt fall for such tricks or prey to a simple mugging.”
They grit their teeth but nodded as the went fkr their task,
Meanwhile Shen Yuan and the rest of the disciples began to test the small house removing wood or deighning something as strong enough to stay.
Shen Yuan knew they were vunerable, to be attacked so soon into the night.
Hehad already laced the entire perimeter with booby traps and pollen to take out a horse!
He cackled madly into the noght, scaring the men in the woods as Shen Yuan took care of them with only a few swipes of his sword.
The rest lf the men ran away screaming about demons and Shen Yuan laughed even more madly- their faces! Fucking priceless!
And of course he knew the hallmasters were old though some didnt look it, but he knew they would also scheme and grow restless.
It was simple work to use an array on the few scrolls they had, he knew the hallmasters held gold in their hands and wouldn’t think twice to steal secrets from the former Qing Jing Peak and use that to bargain to gain entry into their rival sects.
So it was a matter of time one grew bold.
It was during the night when the silence was pierced with screams,
Shen Yuan arrived and saw the eldest on the floor of the shared room with the other masters, thrashing as his hands were removed and nothing but bloody stumps, and on his forehead and skin began to form black marks like tattoos labelling him as a thief.
Shen Yuan gazed down at him.
“Ah so you planned on stealing Qing Jing Peaks scrolls and run away to a new sect leaving us even more vulnerable than what we are?”
Shen Yuan stepped on the others chest, “this venerable one will allow you to live with the shamet that you would steal from your own people when we are truly in shch a desperate situation the whole world will see you for the thief and coward that you are.”
The man eyes were brimming with tears and hatred.
Hands no longer bleeding as the cultivation kept him from dying for something as sognificant as that.
Shen Yuan crouched down, his own eyes devoid and blank.
“This Master should kill you and be done with it, but our reputation is already sullied enough wkthout others perceiving us as no better than Shen Qingqiu. So I’m going to let you go, and another thing…” Shen Yuan leaned closer tilting his head, “If you simpky asked to leave and take whatever you like from the library as your due payment for years of loyality to Qing Jing Peak this master would gladly let you go and even aided you. But you decided to spit on the kindness that we have bestowed afterall, you like having a room, yes?” Here Shen Yuan glanced at the others. Because they were older and had been part of the peak for years even before Shen Qingqiu, Shen Yuan thought it was fair that they had were goven the room with beds. While he and the disciples slept on the floor. After all it was better to respect the seniors.
The man was whimpering now.
“Now you don’t have this luxary.” He looked at the others “Do you have any complaints?”
The others were shaken up and pale, they would probably flee by morning calling Shen Yuan the devil.
He sniffed and grabbed the limbless man from the floor and kicked him out into the woods.
As the man turned, panting and sweating and his arms shaking still shocked at the lack of limbs blanched to see the entire shack and all jts occupants vanished.
He circled the area for days, and tried to venture in further but couldn’t find it.
The former Qing Jing Peak had vanished.
“Hmm, Shen Qingqius name meant autumn…and mine is more towards spring, then we are a sect of Knowledge but not just any type street smarts- or others is just as good- agh it has to be a good name! Airplanes naming conventions were shit!”
Also the Hallmasters felt hope and more respect for the new master, they couldn’t see a future where they would survive with someone like Shen Yuan but now? Seeing how he handled their ex-hallmaster gave them some relief they needed someone cut throat and cunning but not someone who would aggravate any living person like Shen Qingqiu.
It made them feel more content to stay, all though their new Masters code of conduct to never strike a child even when they have done mistakes was strange. But after what Luo Binghe did, maybe he wanted to be more safe than sorry.
And labelling that hallmaster as a thief had shunned him completely, not one person thought their new master was in the wrong and even kicked and threw fruit at the man shaming him for trying to steal from helpless children!
Even so he knew he was asking for too uch that Luo Binghe would ignore them and pretend they didn’t exist, already he was demanding the other sects to join him and both Tian ti and Zhao Hua had already deviated.
So when his oldest, almost could say she was technically his head disciple, Ling Wei announced an entourage and that their holy emperor was at their door!?
Shen Yuan almost expired.
When he finally moved with haste and saw Luo Binghe and his entourage he gulped.
He was going to handle this with dignity and grace, there was no point in Binghe sparing them just to kill them now. Luo Binghe never believed in wasteful deaths, unless he had a very good reason or that person pissed him off.
Of course Ning Yingying had to break the tense silence before Shen Yuan could even bow to the new Emperor of the three realms!
“A-yuan!” It was like a gunshot, and she ran forward wrapping him up into her hold, Shen Yuan stiffened.
A wife of Binghe’s was hugging him! He was doomed- DOOMED!
“Yingying, let him breathe.” And it somehow became much more worse, as Luo Binghe approached as Ning Yingying finally eased back, Luo Binghe grabbed him and Shen Yuans eyes snapped shut- this was it!
He was dead!
Luo Binghe embraced him, and spoke in his ear “This Lord is pleased to see Shidi doing well.”
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And so Luo Binghe decides to treat Shen Yuan kindly, while his Shidi is unaware and sweating bullets. At one point Shen Yuan shows him everything he has and says Binghe can take all of his finances, clothes journels from Qing Jing as tax repayments anything Junshang desires!
Meanwhile Binghe is like what? Meanwhile kinda laughing at how much his Shidi is trying to pay way too much taxes, and Binghe tells him that with how much he has observed of this little sect [and the pitiful shack that it is] how much revenue Shen Yuan has he deduced that he only has to pay so much.
Luo Binghe ends up taking a single coin. Much to Shen Yuans shock, and he thought he would leave it at that until Luo Binghe changes his mind, and as Shen Yuan is not only buidling the sect he is gaining a reputation with his kindness, but is still shrewd and seen as a cold beauty and sharp cunning, people say he's what people wished Shen Qingqiu should be.
No one is surprised-except for Shen Yuan- when Luo Binghe decides make an ultimatum either join his sect or perish, and when the sects begin to apply for seats as his council members, Shen Yuan is shocked that he was offered one too! Ning Yingying is ecstatic.
But Shen Yuan is terrified if he rejects the seat would Binghe be offended so he HAS to take it, but once he's working at the palace he will be forced to rely on his instincts and cunning to survive that vipers nest not ONLY does he have to use the PIDW to survive the plots as an only male character near the protagonist Luo Binghe he is straight up cannon fodder set up to die!
Not knowing that Luo Binghe is trying to court/marry him he takes each invitation as a a death sentence!
#SCUM#scum#svsss#shen qingqiu#luo binghe#scumbag system#shen yuan#shen#fanfic#scumbag villain#bingqiu#system#scum villian self saving system#scumbag self saving system#scum villain#scumbag the hedgehog#Shen Yuan#Shen#Yuan#Bing#Bingyuan#yuan#shidi
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After that post, I got thinking about Bloodweave again. Specifically the way Gale loves and how he would be just as a good fit for Astarion as Karlach, Wyll, or Halsin.
Gale's devotion to his loved one is absolute. He's a kind-hearted soul— the very reason he could summon Tara. He's willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good. In an origin run, he proclaims, "...one wizard for the whole of Faerun seems like a fair trade to me."
Gale may not be your typical storybook prince or hero, but his hopeless romanticism shines through a belief in altruism and selflessness. This is a man who says things like "you put the stars to shame" and "with you, I forget my goddess." His devotion transcends physicality, even embracing a romanced, illithid-infected Tav. No mere 'gosh' escapes him when facing the reality of Durge's Bhaalspawn heritage.
Gale approves of helping people, and two of his mini-romance scenes are after you have saved someone. He can only be manipulated into joining you in an evil playthrough because of the orb in his chest. He is a good man, a good man who cried because he accidentally burnt a neighbours rose bush when he was 8.
His love is rooted in personality, not appearances. Gale values commitment, believing sex is an act of profound connection between body and soul. He's the antithesis of the shallow encounters Astarion's was forced to endure. Gale's steadfastness would have made him an unlikely victim for Astarion's seductions. A fact that annoys me in a Gale origin run, as you should be able to say that you can't have sex like you can in a Karlach origin run.
Astarion would find Gale's authenticity refreshing. He doesn't need to put on an act in front of Gale. In fact, Gale prefers the truth. Gale, ever kind, would even offer to help kill Cazador without asking for anything in return. That's simply who he is.
Astarion needs someone selfless, patient, and understanding – qualities Gale possesses in abundance. A romanced Astarion, in turn, deeply cares for his partner once his masked as slipped, and he realises that he is in love (albeit I haven't played his romance out yet).
He repeatedly encourages Gale to think independently ("Where is Gale's will?") and challenges his self-sacrificial tendencies.
Their bond grows over books and shared interests. Contrary to belief, a romanced Astarion would not want Gale to ascend to Godhood. A romanced Astarion would selfishly want Gale to himself.
I'm convinced Gale offers a fulfilling romance for any companion.
Gale and Wyll are not too different. If one is a good fit for Astarion, then so is the other. And if Astarion is a good fit for one, then he is a good fit for the other.
Saying that Gale is too easily corruptible or morally ambiguous to be "good enough" for Astarion is really doing an injustice to Gale. Gale is kind-hearted and morally sound enough to encourage Astarion to be a better person. Gale is neutral good, just like Wyll is. Gale's actions always have good intentions behind them.
Also, I'm not saying people have to like Bloodweave, but I just understand that there are often deeper reasons people like the ship.
#bg3#bloodweave#queued post#character analysis#I just think Gale is neat#I could be misremembering but I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that Wyll and Gale's characters were inspired by the same character trope#Until they decided to create two different characters#I may write a post about their similarities#bloodweave discussion#As a Galemancer I don't like the implication that Gale wouldn't be good enough for Astarion#I want to tag the characters but I don’t want to annoy people
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“It’s not a problem if you don’t look up.”
“It's better to live. Better to eat, sleep, do what you want.“
I AM FERAL FOR THIS PARALLEL, that it’s not just Cassian and Jyn’s arcs paralleling each other, but that this is what Star Wars as a whole is about, that every era has said, “Neutrality in the face of evil is not just.” It’s not without sympathy for those who are just trying to live, just trying to put food in their bellies, but that the galaxy must still stand up against oppression when a regime is committing this level of atrocities.
When a regime is strip-mining planets and killing not just the planet but the people in the way of it, when a regime is kidnapping and torturing people for their resources, when a government is starving people deliberately to get what they want, it is not just to put your head down and ignore it, not when there’s something you can fight back against.
This isn’t new, this has always been what Star Wars is about, from the originals to the prequels to Rogue One to Andor now, it’s about how active evil is not something you can just be neutral about, how oppression and injustice are not something you can just be neutral about, how no government is ever perfect, but the ones that are actively killing people because they want those resources, you cannot just look away from that.
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Trivia - Jeux de Vagues
I suppose this is the somewhat ‘lore’ of the aforementioned fic. I recommend reading the fic first before diving into this as this contains spoilers :> I normally wouldn't do this but per the vote of @verridaiya I was encouraged to regardless. Something to note would be that even though this is what I had in mind while writing, readers' personal interpretations are equally valid!
“Jeux de Vagues”
I mentioned this in a reblog already but the title comes from the second movement of the symphony “La Mer” by Claude Debussy, a French composer. It literally translates to ‘Play of the waves', quite fitting for a leisurely tea-party with Neuvillette, no? I also highly recommend listening to the piece in general, it might take some patience but if you love daydreaming about watching the sea waves away from your struggles as well, this is the music for you!
“6 to 12 O'clock”
Before I tell you why I'm showing this particular line, I want you guys to take a guess on what I meant by the 'noon to evening and midnight to dawn' part :>
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One of the rules of afternoon tea etiquette is that when you stir the tea, the appropriate motion to do is a 6 to 12 O'clock (so towards yourself and away from yourself) instead of going in circles. I thought just outright saying it wouldn't be fun so I instead used the four time indicators of 6 and 12 ! But of course, this could also symbolize the duration of Reader “scheming” since the beginning of the marriage.
“Fin de siècle”
Fin de siècle is a French term meaning “end of century,” a phrase which typically encompasses both the meaning of the similar English idiom “turn of the century” and also makes reference to the closing of one era and onset of another. [Taken from Wikipedia]
I kept on thinking about how to incorporate the ‘Isolation’ theme for Yandere!Neuvillette while also respecting his ideal of fairness. In one of his voice lines, he encourages to speak-up against grave injustice. With that in mind, this idea of “Keeping Reader isolated but giving them a chance to gain freedom by debating against Neuvillette once every century” was born. If Reader can successfully prove that Neuvillette is a terrible husband or their marriage is unjust, they can leave. But obviously, that's just false hope.
“Mon trésor”
Mon trésor is a gender-neutral French term of endearment which means “My treasure” in English. Huge thank you to @cerulean-castle and @iceunhie (please excuse me if I wasn't supposed to tag you two ;—;) for responding to my cry of help for this one as I was puzzled about French terms of endearment for a while. @/iceunhie gave me the link to a post of gender-neutral French terms of endearment which I found really helpful <3
As for why I chose Mon trésor as what Neuvillette calls Reader, it was due to the specific connotations between dragons and their treasures. Or in Neuvillette's case, Reader is his treasure. Hence, after sufficiently provoked, he doesn't flinch from referring to them as ‘abandoned property’.
“The words unspoken are the flower.”
Directly quoted from Neuvillette's [About : Wriothesley] voice line. According to him, it's an Inazuman proverb which means “Some words are better left unsaid.” which is Neuvillette's answer to his subconscious question of why he goes to such lengths for Reader.
Now, you can interpret this in a variety of ways and I'll say some of the “possible” ones. Perhaps he refuses to verbalize the causes because doing so would force him to face the hypocrisy and irrationality behind his actions. Perhaps he truly doesn't know, as there are many things he's on the path to understanding. Etcetera.
I might add onto this post if anyone has more questions from the fic itself. Writing Jeux de Vagues was quite difficult because I had a deadline of sorts but I was determined to finish it. Although there might be room for further improvement, I'm still happy that I pulled it of :') I hope that at least, my love for Neuvillette's character can be felt through the fic <3
#french people feel free to roast me if i did get something terribly wrong lolol#about ; jeux de vagues#yandere#yandere neuvillette#yandere neuvillette x reader#yandere genshin impact#yandere genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin x reader#neuvillette x reader#genshin impact x reader#neuvillette
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