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divinctions · 1 month

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is that LAUREN RIDLOFF ? oh, no, that’s IMANI LUCIA ACEVEDO, a FORTY-TWO year old COMIC BOOK ARTIST/OWNER OF PLANTAS ATLAS who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in VINA DEL MAR, and the character they identify with most is NED LEEDS from SPIDER-MAN. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

your local comic book nerd here to wreak havoc for the plot ! more below *** please note the mun is not deaf and is doing tons of researching and learning but if anything is wrong or offensive please dont hesitate to message me !

━━━━━━━━━ B A S I C S :

full name: imani lucía acevedo

nickname(s): mani, immi, luci ( be her family )

age: forty-two .

ethnicity: afrolatina ( mexicana, specifically ) .

gender: cis woman .

pronouns: she / her .

birthday:

orientation: bisexual / biromantic .

occupation: comic book artist / owner of plantas atlas .

language(s): lsm, asl ( much more comfortable with lsm though ) english , spanish ( though spoken language is not her preferred mode of speaking )

career claims ( more accurately comics she’s been on the team for / series she’s helped develop but were in no way her own creation ): echo comics ( specifically the daredevil runs and the tv series ), marvel’s spider-man: miles morales / marvel’s spider-man 2, miles morales comics / appearances in spider-man comics / led the team for the marvel’s voices: spider-verse run in 2023, eternals comics ( bc i had to ), kate bishop comics ( specifically the young avengers run ), america chavez comics ( her most recent works ).

━━━━━━━━━ P E R S O N A L I T Y :

insanely creative. she’s the type to carry around a notebook to doodle in everywhere she goes. can’t sit still to save her life, whether her leg is shaking, she’s playing in her hair, or her head is whipping around the room; imani is always looking for something to do. a go with the flow type of person. sees the brighter side of every situation and doesn’t ever really feel panicked about anything. she believes everything will work out the way it should and lets life happen as it feels inclined to without any real worry that things won’t turn out for the better. the ‘ no questions asked ’ kind of friend; meaning you can ask her help with anything whenever you need it and she won’t ask any questions if you don’t want to talk about it. has the sort of aura of a person you just want to share things with and tell things to. be warned, she can’t keep a secret to save her life. she doesn’t mean to blab, she’s just absent minded sometimes and just talks and before you know she’s signed the very thing you told her not to repeat. confrontational but not in the i want fight everyone and everything sort of way, just in the im not gonna let this negative feeling fester in me and let you make me feel bad about myself kinda way. very caring and gentle individual, she has motherly instincts but a rich auntie attitude. doesn’t believe in making herself uncomfortable to make other people comfortable, so everyones just gonna have to do some hard learning until both parties feel comfortable ! loves to joke around even if its just her laughing.

━━━━━━━━━ B A C K G R O U N D :

born in puerto vallarta mexico, imani was set up for the simple life. her family owned house right on the beach where her mother, father, and grandparents all lived. she was the first born and with that came spoils beyond anything she could imagine. her parents had always dreamed of having a big family, living out their weekends having breakfast in their garden, lunch on the beach, and dinner at the dining table with every seat filled. but when they learned imani was deaf, they initially reconsidered. but went on to have 3 more kids two boys and another girl and while they had their own ailments, imani was the only one who was completely deaf.

she was two years old when her family learned that she couldn’t hear them, and that they’d not only have to learn a new language but look into new ways to parent too. the community they lived in was small, there wasn’t a lot of resources for her, and while her family tried to push through the hardships they felt that imani’s education and overall social environment were suffering more than it needed to and began to save to move to new york. they arrived when imani was 14 years old, and though they’d saved up for at least five years before the move; it still took quite a hit to their finances. both her father and her mother picked up second jobs so that they could keep up with living expenses and also continue to purchase aids for imani like vibrating alarm clocks, asl classes for the family ( since they had learned lsm in mexico and it was the language she was most comfortable in ), and trying to save up for cochlear implants.

this meant that imani spent a lot of time on her own. her siblings didn’t mind translating for her when they were out running around with the local neighborhood kids, but she wanted people to communicate with her directly instead of going through her siblings. since she lived around the corner from a comic bookstore, her father made fast friends with the owner and asked if she could spend time there after school so she wouldn’t be in the house alone. it wasn’t long before she was losing herself in all the comics in the store. she was always disappointed when her father came to pick her up or the store had to close for the evening. she swore she read every comic in that store throughout her high school career more than three times and would do it even more if given the chance.

she grew very fond of the owner and his children. they would give her recs, and always meet her with a new word, phrase, or sentence they learned in asl. they’d read comics together at timed intervals and write each other notes and doodles about what they were currently thinking about what they were reading and where they thought it would go. it was through those reading sessions that imani and the owner’s oldest child decided that they should work on a comic series together.

and any time outside of their asl classes and school in general would be spent trying to craft the perfect superhero stories; one shots, spinoffs, volume long series; they tried it all. and imani had a great outlet for getting everything she was feeling out onto the page. while the comic that she’d started with the owner’s oldest child never took off or got published, it did help her get her foot in the door at marvel comics.

she was 23 years old when their comic finally made it to the desk of an editor, and while they didn’t want that specific story, they could see that she had a vision and plenty of stories to tell. they recently introduced echo, one of their first deaf characters, and wanted her to sign onto the team which she agreed to happily.

she was able to pay the 50k for her cochlear implant and surprised her family with it that same year at christmas. despite the implant, she continued to prefer signing along with her speech and asking others to do the same. she never lost her day dreaming or her doodling, and traveled the world but always longed to be back by the beach. despite her love of comics and all the work she's grateful enough to do, ecology had always been a strong love of hers. she's a plant fanatic and chile is own to some of her favorite plants so when she decided to settle down and open up her own plant shop, opening one in chile made the most sense. she never expected to fall in love as much as she did, but nearly twenty years in the city? it was safe to say she had no plans on leaving.

━━━━━━━━━ H E A D C A N O N S :

a do it for the plot ass bitch. she loves her stories so if she can use her life to tell another one that’s what she’s gonna do !

the type to take her cochlear out when someone raises their voice at her bc…. who are you talking to like that? and alternatively if she rolls up her sleeves midsign, idk why you did to piss her off but shes mad now and thats her equivalent to yelling.

she has a big ass nerd ass comic, funko, and exclusive popcorn bucket collection. like she takes this shit so serious, like up at 3am to catch a sale on ebay for a spider-man sticker set from 1982 or something. she does not play.

while she does have a cochlear its still hard to hear or understand unless she’s familiar with your voice, so she will ask if you sign and/or to repeat yourself until she gets your voice down.

can speak english and spanish, her english is a lot better than her spanish but shes trying to get in better practice with it.

the type to answer stupid questions with even stupider answers. not the type to be played with but she at least does it with a sweet smile??? ig???

learning the languages and getting adjusting to her cochlear was really hard at first. it got overwhelming very fast and still does sometimes so there are days where she just wont have the earpiece in at all as a mental reset for herself bc she went so long without it it helps ground her again

very family orientated and talks to her siblings and parents at least twice a day. they come to visit her often and she loves having company so there’s always a guest bedroom ready for anyone

has two kitties echo and miles after her two favorite projects.

a crocheter !! if she’s not drawing she usually has some yarn in her hand crafting something.

while she is confrontational she also hates having the ~break up~ conversations UIJKOFFSDOIJADKL once she decides shes done she just wants to be able to slide out unaffected and unbothered without having to hear what the other person feels about it. can you tell she’s a taurus?

━━━━━━━━━ W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S:

THE COMIC SHOP OWNERS CHILD THAT COLLABORATED WITH HER ON THEIR FIRST COMIC!!! They could still be the best of friends, maybe they glowed up together and have a silly little i work for marvel you work for dc rivalry teehee, or maybe they actually grew to hate her because she managed to make it and they didn’t??? who knows who knows

exes, one night stands, someone she slighted romantically in some way because shes the type.

neighbors!!! maybe ones with opposite schedules? like im coming in while youre leaving so i’ll leave your breakfast or dinner and they return the favor later.

fellow comic book nerds. please fight with her over it, she loves arguing.

#one day ill learn to shut up #not today #but one day #valpohqintro

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jessieyeomans101 · 1 year

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R.I.P Deaf Immy / Immy Nunn Fly high Angel as you was a truly inspirational Deaf role model and Tik Tok star. Gone too soon, may your soul rest in peace 🙏🏼🕊️💔

Mental Health is a silent killer

I’m gutted and heartbroken 😭

I loved watching you videos and learned so much 😢

Fly high immy

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rjhpandapaws · 3 years

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When the Music Plays

Chapter 2: The Hunting of Lieutenants and Deviants.

Tw: Alcoholism and non Deviant Connor

His first official mission seemed simple enough. Find one Lieutenant Hank Anderson. It should have been quick and it was supposed to be. They hadn’t even met yet and the Lieutenant was already posing a problem. He wasn’t where Connor had been directed to find him. He operated under the possibility that the Lieutenant might have been running late. After wasting too much of the morning waiting for him Connor decided that touching base with the station’s captain was the next best course of action. Captain Jefferey Fowler turned out to be very little help at all. He was not all that inclined to actively keep track of his officers it seemed. “I don’t know.” He replied passively when Connor asked him where the Lieutenant might be, “Some run down bar probably given the time of day. Assuming he hasn’t already drank enough to pass out.” He dismissed Connor with a wave of his hand and the hunt was on. There was already a pending case that involved a missing android, but Connor couldn’t attend the scene without human supervision. As it so happened, that supervising human was currently unaccounted for. Finding him took priority, if only so Connor could get back to his actual mission.

The thing was, the city of Detroit had many bars. He narrowed his search to bars that could be considered run down, which didn’t remove all that many from the list. Next he filtered out any that were farther than fifteen miles from the station. That gave him a smaller number, but still more than he could get to in a timely manner. He narrowed his search again to bars that were within fifteen miles of the Lieutenant’s house. He went over the numbers again and found that there were eight that matched all three search parameters. He would check those first and then work his way out from there. It was a good way to put his facial recognition software through it’s paces if nothing else. He wondered if he would even find Lieutenant Anderson before morning. Working with a detective of rank granted him a little more room to do what he needed to, but had he been working with a standard detective he would have been doing his job by now instead of looking for a man who wasn’t inclined to even do his own job to begin with. Perhaps he should have started with the Lieutenant’s place of residence instead.

It was just beginning to rain when he reached the fifth bar. Jimmy’s was written in bright read neon writing above the doors. The J was burned out which left immy’s burning brightly into the night. Of all the bars he had been to today this was had the most signs barring android entry. As a police model he was exempt from these rules as well as those regarding personal properties. That didn’t mean he was going to be reckless though. He’s already been assaulted twice this evening, and if it happened a third time he was going to take action. If he was damage he wouldn’t be able to perform at the standard he was meant to. If he couldn’t do that he would be decommissioned. He refused to become another failed RK800. He straightened his tie and stepped inside. From the door he scanned the patrons of the bar. Slumped over the mahogany bar in a display what was entirely pathetic for a man of his standing, was Lieutenant Anderson. Finally, they could get to work. Getting started hours behind schedule was better than nothing he suppose. When he addressed the Lieutenant he received no response. He sat down and tried again. That got him nothing once again so he tapped on his shoulder. When he finally turned to Connor he looked annoyed.

“Lieutenant Anderson,” He began, “My name is Connor. I am the Android sent by CyberLife. I was assigned to work with you on cases regarding Deviant androids.” The Lieutenant looked severely unimpressed. He picked up his hands, and for a moment Connor thought he was about to be assaulted again. Instead, he began to sign. ‘I Deaf.’ He said. Connor took a moment to download an extension for Sign Language. It seemed like this was the one thing CyberLife hadn’t thought to prepare him for. ‘You Lieutenant A-N-D-E-R-S-O-N?’ He asked once the download was complete. ‘Yes.’ He replied and the gestured to himself and tapped the letter ‘A’ over his chest. A name-sign, his system provided, something to make addressing people a little more convenient. ‘You Want What?’ He continued. ‘I Look For You.’ That should have been obvious enough since they had work to do, ‘I Find You After Five Bars.’ ‘You Want What?’ He repeated with an unnecessary poke to Connor’s chest. ‘I Sent For You.’ He said again, ‘Active Case. My Name C-O-N-N-O-R.’ He signed “machine” with the letter ‘c’ as it’s specifier, ‘I From CyberLife.’

The Lieutenant let out an annoyed sigh, ‘Tough Shit. I Not Join You.’ To further his point Lieutenant Anderson turned away from him effectively ending the conversation. Connor wasn’t having that. He had already wasted enough time tonight. He was not going to leave until the Lieutenant agreed to come with him. He could get as angry as he liked. Connor gave him a moment to stew before he tapped his shoulder again. He could do this all night but he would rather not have to. ‘If I Buy Drink, You Will Come With Me?’ He asked when the Lieutenant turned to face him again. Giving him more to drink probably wasn’t the greatest plan, but out of the options that he was given bargaining had the highest chance of success. The Lieutenant looked like he was going to refuse, but after a long moment he gave in, ‘Sure, Why Not.’ Connor nodded and slid the smallest bill he had across the counter. It was more than a whiskey straight cost, but that was CyberLife’s problem not his. The bartender, Jimmy himself according to his scan, stared at him for a long while before he got around to actually pouring the drink.

The amount of time he took to actually drink the whiskey made Connor want to pour it out over the bar. His preconstructions of that event only had negative results so he refrained from doing so. He would have an easier time with this if things went smoothly from here on out. When the Lieutenant stood Connor followed him. There was a slight chance that he would be left behind he wasn’t about to risk that. They had work to get done and if he had to force the Lieutenant to come with him he would. Fortunately enough, it didn’t come to that. They settled into the Lieutenant’s car which Connor was intrigued to learn didn’t drive itself. He reached across Connor to the glovebox and pulled out a small black box. Lieutenant Anderson opened it and took out a pair of hearing aids. Once he had them in and presumably turned on he played music at a volume that made Connor’s audio processors ring. He only attempted to brief the Lieutenant on the case once. He didn’t respond.

“Stay in the car.” The Lieutenant said sharply and went as far to sign the word ‘stay’ when he spoke. “Got it.” He replied. He would comply until his directives told him otherwise. Which didn’t take long. Lieutenant Anderson was only a few feet from the car when his HUD prompted him to get out as well. It was finally time to get started. When he caught up to the Lieutenant he was speaking to another officer. Bill Collins according to his scan. “I didn’t think you one to get an android.” He said. Lieutenant Anderson stiffened slightly when he looked over his shoulder and noticed Connor. “He’s not mine.” He replied sharply, “Cyberlife sent it to figure out what’s been going on. I’m just along for the ride I suppose.” At the very least the Lieutenant was adept enough to understand his place in all of this. That meant things might go a little more quickly. He was CyberLife’s ticket to otherwise private crime scenes. As long as he stayed out of the way this investigation would be fine. Then Connor would go from a prototype to an active model. All Lieutenant Anderson had to do was behave.

The house provided a wealth of information. Blood, Red Ice residue, and thirium stains that were all in various stages of freshness. Whatever had happened here had been building up over a long time. His reconstruction software lead him to the conclusion that the altercation had begun in the kitchen then spilled over into the rest of the house. He found a fluid stain that was still in a state that it could be analyzed. It was a combination of human blood from their victim, and thirium from the domestic model that had belonged to him. Connor was looking for an HK400. If it was leaking thirium like this it couldn’t have gotten too far. “Jesus Christ.” Lieutenant Anderson expressed in disgust, “What the fuck?” “My apologies Lieutenant.” He replied. The sight might have been unsettling, he realized after the fact. Most detectives didn’t just consume evidence. “I have a fully functional forensic analysis unit and I wanted results on the thirium before it evaporated fully.” “Just don’t do it again.” He huffed.

“Got it.” He replied; and as long as he didn’t need anymore samples he wouldn’t take them, and if he needed to he would try and do it away from the Lieutenant. The bathroom turned out to be a very perplexing part of the crime scene. It came across as very ritualistic. Connor didn’t know what RA9 meant, but it was written in CyberLife Sans. The android had written it. They were definitely dealing with a Deviant then. He heard a faint thump from above them and looked up. It was too quiet for human hearing, but there was something moving around in the attic. It might be the Deviant. He needed to get up there to find out. He passed Lieutenant Anderson on his way to grab a chair so he could reach the door to the attic. He would go on his own because he didn’t trust Lieutenant Anderson to have the balance to make it up there after him. If the Deviant happened to be up there then the extra body would only get in his way. “Connor,” The Lieutenant started as he stepped onto the chair, ‘What are you doing?”

Connor thought it was obvious, he was going after the Deviant. “The android is still here.” He said as he opened the attic hatch. The Deviant didn’t come easily, but Connor had been prepared for that. When they got outside it tried to escape again. It didn’t succeed of course, Connor was better than that. Getting the android to give up it’s information took very careful manipulation, but wasn’t anymore difficult than getting Lieutenant Anderson to do what he wanted. It self-destructed in the end, but that was fine. He got what he needed and Amanda was proud of him. All he needed to do now was wait until they were given another case. Deviancy shouldn’t take long to resolve now that they knew what to look for. Connor would not fail, this was what he was made for.

#When the Music Plays #WMP #Listen Close #Listen Close AU #Hankcon #Hannor #dbh Hank #dbh Connor #dbh fic #dbh

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aleinnilatibae · 5 years

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Wouldn’t It Be Nice

I wrote this fic to say....Happy Birthday @sassysportacus!!! You are awesome and you are the lifeblood of the Ávaxtakarfan fandom (and especially the ÁKEU) and I really hope you like this!

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older

Then we wouldn't have to wait so long

And wouldn't it be nice to live together

In the kind of world where we belong

Immi burst out of his door, running down the path as if he could outrun the tears he was desperately hiding from his family.

The NERVE of them, honestly! He went about his normal day at school, only to come home to all of his stuff being packed and stacked in the living room?! To come home to the news that “Hey, Alli, you’re out of the house tomorrow so better try to find somewhere to live” as if that was a normal and planned thing, when Árni had been allowed to stay into his late 20s? How could his own PARENTS do this to him!

He marched along the path, seething, not knowing really where he was going, until his loud footsteps took him through the crunchy grass that separated Pineapple Plaza from Orange Avenue.

Oh. He DID know where he was going, if only subconsciously.

He sped up, walking with purpose rather than with anger, all the while taking a piece of paper out of his pocket and writing a note.

“Eva, I need to talk to you, it’s URGENT. Meet me in the big field, by that rock that you said looks like an apple –Immi”

He folded the note and tucked it through the slightly open window of her room, then raced away before anybody could see him.

He paced out in the open field, next to the apple-rock. He just needed to stay cool, is all. Pineapples get disowned by their parents all the time-well, maybe not ALL the time, but he was certain that it has happened at least ONCE before, don’t need to let her know how upset this makes you—

“Immi!” called Eva, interrupting his thoughts.

Immi whirled around and saw Eva, struggling to walk through the grass with her heels on, but determined either way.

His heart melted at the sight. Eva was never one to sacrifice her look for anything.

“Immi,” she said as she got closer, “I…I got your note. What’s wrong?”

Play it cool, Immi. “Oh, it’s just that…” he sighed, “Eva…I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“What? Where? Why?” she demanded, crossing her arms.

Immi ticked off his fingers. “I’m leaving tomorrow, I don’t know and…because tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday.”

Eva clapped her hand over her mouth, “They’re not-“

Immi nodded. “I’m ‘technically an adult, and can fend for yourself’ tomorrow,” he said, mocking his father’s voice, “So they packed my bags FOR me, how nice of them, and have them all laying out in the front room!”

“But-but-“ Eva stuttered, “We can fight that!”

“Ha!” Immi laughed. “You think that ME, you know-“ he gestured to himself, “Skinny Ananas, and YOU, an ORANGE, are going to change the mind of my family?” he laughed hard, but completely without mirth. “Not a CHANCE!”

Immi kicked a rock. It scuttled unsatisfyingly about three inches along the ground.

“ No, no, I’d rather not be somewhere that I’m not wanted anyway, than you very much,” he mumbled.

Eva opened and closed her mouth several times, as if trying to come up with that many angry retorts, until her face suddenly changed.

“We won’t see each other again,” she whispered.

Immi nodded, mouth a thin line against his emotions. “Yeah,” he managed.

Eva let out a sob, and threw her arms around Immi.

Her tight embrace and muffled tears put a lump in his throat too, despite his best efforts.

“You can’t leave, Immanúel,” she whimpered, “Who will sing to me?”

His vision swam. Oh, that was not FAIR.

He tightened his hold on her, as if that would stop the sob building up in his throat. Dammit, he had been doing just FINE about the whole process, if it weren’t for this girl. This girl who was clinging to him like her LIFE depended on it, the girl that, despite everything keeping them apart, he ALWAYS liked just a little too much-

“E-Eva I like you a lot,” the confession just tumbled out, voice wavering on the verge of a sob through gritted teeth as he tightened his grip on her. “If I-If I wasn’t leaving I’d-I’d have asked you to be my, uhm…b-b-be my-“

Eva pulled back to look at Immi, crying too hard to say anything in response, except to wrap one dainty hand around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

Immi kissed back, hungrily, unable to get enough. On any other day, he would be THRILLED that Eva liked him back, that what he had imagined for so long was finally happening, but now all he could feel was Eva’s shaking shoulders, all he could taste was the tears staining both of their cheeks, all he could THINK about was the fact that they wouldn’t have this tomorrow.

Eva ran a hand through his hair, and he cursed himself for depriving himself of this, of what they could be, until the very last day that they had.

When they parted, their faces were both wet.

“Come by tonight,” Eva said, sniffling, touching their foreheads together, “After everyone has gone to sleep. Okay?”

“Okay,” Immi nodded, silent tears rolling down his face, “Okay.”

Immi didn’t talk to his family for the rest of the day. Every “It’s for the best, Aðalsteinn,” fell on deaf ears, he was never ever EVER going to speak to his family again.

And when everyone finally went to sleep…he slipped out the window and headed into the night.

Immi helped Eva out of her own window and the two of them snuck out, out into the forest, up the hill, hand in hand. At the top of the hill they sat, just talking about anything that crossed their minds, mostly avoiding talk of the future.

“Immi, it is SO COLD,” Eva complained, drawing her thin jacket around her shoulders, “Didn’t you bring a blanket or something?”

Immi sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Nope, I forgot.”

Eva pouted, and opened her arms.

Immi didn’t hesitate to sidle in beside her, sharing his frankly excessive body heat with her, and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Being able to act on their shared feelings was absolutely EXHILARATING. All that time spent worrying, what if she found out? Could their friendship survive this? Am I being TOO touchy with her? Would she even like me back? Gone. The background nervousness that underlined Immi’s every interaction with her had vanished, and Immi felt completely at peace.

In fact, Immi was so relieved that he almost couldn’t feel the tinge of melancholy on the edges of this feeling, that reminded them that they only had this one night together. This one night, where they were sitting in the dirt in the forest, with Immi thinking up a million potential dates that they could go on that were FAR better than this…

It wasn’t fair. There just wasn’t enough time.

“Wouldn’t it be nice?” he mused.

“What?” asked Eva.

“If I didn’t have to leave. If you didn’t have to leave.”

“I don’t have to leave, Immi,” Eva said, “That’s the problem.”

“No, Eva, I mean…if we had our own place…if we could just STAY together, for the whole night.”

Eva cocked her head at him. “We are already doing that, right now.”

“Ugh, not in the DIRT!” he huffed, “I mean…if we could just have a place, where neither of our families could hassle us anymore, somewhere we could both go home to, where we could just…”

He looked out at the twinkling streetlamps of the town below, searching for the word.

“…be,” he decided on.

Eva snorted. “I think you’d have to be KING to stop YOUR parents from hassling you.”

“Yes! Then I would write it into law! Those who are…mean, to Immanúel Aðasteinn Ananas,” he said, pretending to be a royal announcer, “They must…spend eternity in the dungeon!” he crowed, raising his fist in the air as if it held a kingly scepter.

Eva laughed. “That would show them, wouldn’t it, Immi minn?”

Immi couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, that WOULD show them.”

Their laughter dwindled out into a companionable silence.

“If I were king,” Immi asked carefully, after a moment, “Would you be my queen?”

“Oh, Immi,” she said, placing her head on his shoulder, “I would never pass up the opportunity to be queen!”

“I know you wouldn’t,” chuckled Immi, leaning down to kiss her again, soft and slow.

“I’m sure if you were queen,” Immi murmured low, “You would make our castle the grandest that the world has ever seen.”

“Of COURSE I would!” Eva gasped. “Oh, I can just see it now, we would have a GIGANTIC castle, and you would need a better HAT for a crown, and maybe a scepter, and I would have a room made out of mirrors, and all of the make-up that I ever desired, and we could have BALLS, and I could be the HOSTESS…”

Immi took her hand as she continued to animatedly describe their future castle, and sighed. Maybe one day, when Immi had made something of himself, proven his family all wrong…maybe then, he and Eva could find each other again.

You know it seems the more we talk about it

It only makes it worse to live without it

But lets talk about it

Wouldn't it be nice

#ávaxtakarfan #i hope you are having a better 18th birthday than immi lol #the benedryl is kicking in i am gettin SLEEBY #but i wanted to do this while it was still your bday your time #listen to the beach boys wouldnt it be nice while you read this for the best effect

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bitchryver · 5 years

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hi everyone, immy here from bitchryver.tumblr.com, just stopping by to give you a little bit of advice ! :)

if you are thinking of messaging a blog run by somebody from the republic/northern ireland, to tell them they have a wrong opinion about a fictional character, and you compare them to Margaret Fucking Thatcher without any context, could I perhaps instead suggest, you pop over to google.com and have yourself a little search about why that is a touch tone deaf and inappropriate :)

#unfortunately we dont actually find that as funny as you guys do uwu sorry

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ghostmartyr · 6 years

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Hi Immi. I'm new to the fandom--joined around the drop of ch107. Since then there's been a big buzz about historia, regarding her sexuality, her character regressing and her relationship with ymir. i'd seen snk s2 and honestly never occurred to me to ship yumikuri because i hate ships but being on tumblr, well, it's everywhere. I see people get hate on shipping her with males but i'm not sure where i stand. Is she explicitly lesbian? If not then why is it so bad? Is the tumblr fandom just toxic?

Hi.

Uh.

Hell, dude, you pretty much summarized all the reasons I stopped checking the tags. I’m not exactly in the fandom anymore. I do my stuff, but I am actively avoiding mostly everyone, and that’s just because of the immediate aftermath of the chapter. So uh, welcome, I guess, I’m not here.

I answered–well. No, I covered a bit of what I’m going to go over here in my chapter post, aka the unfun section of it. Making this a bit of a rehash, but most things I type are anyway.

The most obvious thing is that people should not be getting hate. That is a general statement, disconnected from anything that’s going on. It is applicable in every fandom, in every situation. Even in the cases where someone is doing something that poses a very real danger, the solution is not sending hate. Sending hate is exactly what it sounds like, and people should behave themselves better.

Where you end up standing on any of this does not make the behavior magically okay.

And again, I basically left the fandom. I have no idea what’s going on, and frankly, I do not want to, so none of this is based on anything that’s happened in the past three weeks.

My perspective on fiction is that it is entirely selfish. People want what they want from it. While I don’t like most of what other people like, the fact that they’re capable of enjoying things should be celebrated. Go them.

That doesn’t mean I think stories are beyond reproach, or what happens in fiction can’t be offensive or damaging.

Fandom is not the same as canon. A personal pet project is very different from something being consumed by millions of people. Fandom currently has a very black and white style of thinking, and so it neglects that difference.

For an easy and relevant example, Kurt and Rachel from Glee getting it on in a fanfic is not equal to it happening in the show. One is someone’s random fantasy, the other, unless it’s handled with the kind of respect Glee has never dealt in, is going to be very inflammatory.

(See: Blaine and Rachel (for different–-but still relevant!-–reasons))

A lot of people do not agree that the difference between fanon and canon is relevant to some of the things people end up enjoying. The reason being that stories never feel that different to the individual experiencing them. Who creates it, or how wide its reach is, is not automatically something that matters to the emotional experience. It will hurt in roughly the same way, so often the argument that one is excusable and the other isn’t is done before it starts.

I’m meandering a little because I do not really know how to handle this delicately. So far this is all just foundational. stuff.

I guess I’ll go with blunt.

yumikuri is a canon romantic bond. Ymir is implied to be a lesbian because one character says she looks like one, Historia is a complete blank slate outside of that relationship because Ymir is her sole love interest.

The status of Historia’s sexuality is that she is romantically interested in Ymir, a girl. That is the entire sum of what the manga’s covered.

107 heavily indicates that Historia is coerced into having sex.

That should never have opened up a discussion into what her sexuality is. Someone being forced into sexual intercourse is indicative of nothing except that they are being forced into it. That is the exact opposite of desire.

Yet it opened the door to people reminding everyone that it is absolutely okay for a character to be bisexual.

That is a true statement.

(Editing in emphasis, because it really is.)

I do not know how to adequately describe why the context makes that statement so tone deaf and infuriating.

The manga has been running for almost ten years. In that time, there has been no indication of Historia having interest in anyone outside of Ymir, a girl. That could cover a lot of different sexualities, and there’s nothing wrong with someone wanting any of them.

That doesn’t mean there aren’t incredibly insulting ways of going about introducing them.

Historia’s first major appearance after her girlfriend is killed off-screen (if you believe that, which all but three people reading this and the person writing this do) is all about forcing her to fuck a guy to make babies.

Even in some hypothetical where her pregnancy is the result of a happy relationship, it would be insulting. As far as we know, it isn’t, so we are dealing with the full brunt of how disrespectful that summation is.

There is this common thing that happens in stories, where you have the gay relationship, one dies, the other lives on to go have a happy life with someone of the opposite sex. The subtext is that this weird one-off sexual thing may have happened, but don’t worry, they’re still normal.

I don’t know how to say that convincingly, because it’s a subtext that I’ve picked up on throughout hundreds of different stories. I don’t know how to cram that history into one post.

Girls liking girls is seen as an aberration, even in stories about liking girls. The relationship will be an exception. The more femme character won’t really like girls, just this one. The concept of a girl liking another girl as a normal facet of her sexuality, which exists outside this relationship, is commonly disregarded, or given to the non-POV partner.

This should be a problem that it’s easy to agree on. Lesbians like girls as a rule. Bisexuals like girls as a rule. Not exclusively, but Likes Girls is still very much a part of the identity (unless we get into discussions of bi covering multiple genders but not necessarily binary ones).

Then there’s fandom.

I can’t count the number of times I have seen the argument that Historia only sees Ymir as a friend. I have been invested in her character and that relationship for five years. Barring the last month, which I don’t want to know about, probably at least once a week, someone would make the case that okay, maybe Ymir likes Historia, but Historia doesn’t like her back.

Many, many times before I left the tags last month, people were saying that Historia’s pregnancy isn’t an LGBT issue, because Historia’s interest in Ymir was never canon.

I get twitchy when people are staunch supporters of her being bisexual. Because as much as I want to trust people, and as much as I know that every marginalized identity is desperate for scraps, the conversation about Historia has always felt like, “it’s important to remember you can’t prove she doesn’t like men.”

When it’s not full on, “it’s important to remember her liking a girl is in your imagination.”

Because she’s the pretty one in the girl on girl couple.

I want her to be gay or ace. Nothing disproves that, but I feel like an idiot for wanting that, because the classically pretty one isn’t going to be a lesbian, and years of consuming anime and manga should have taught me that. Beyond the first sentence, none of that perspective is particularly healthy.

Queer fandom can be really complicated to navigate, because some of the things people want to see–-which are fundamental to their identities, and that’s why they want to see them–-run exactly counter to what other people want to see.

There’s a post from Yuri on Ice fandom that I think encapsulates this. I don’t know the background, or what has been shouted back and forth since I saw it, but here’s the gist. Someone suggests that one of the figure skating gays could be ace. Dozens of people go, “bad post op,” and it’s treated humorously.

Asexual representation sucks. An episode of House, noteworthy for using the word and having someone quote the statistic occurrence of asexuality, ends with one half of an asexual couple having a hormone imbalance, and the other lying about her interest in sex so she could date him.

Yeah.

Gay guys also have a hard time with their sexuality being policed. Holding hands is okay (sometimes), but kissing? Sex? The dirty homosexuals are depraved for enjoying such things. Gay women can have degrading sex because it’s hot.

People want their identities respected.

That is not an unreasonable thing.

What tends to happen on Tumblr is that people forget that they aren’t the only ones being treated like crap. There are layers of pain and anger they bring to every fight, and over and over again, people who should know what that pain is like, and help each other through it, sharpen theirs until they can use it to chop off someone’s head.

107 is insulting in a lot of ways. The aftermath was worse for me. From what little I saw, many people were very eager to say that the part where a queer woman was dealing with a coercive pregnancy shouldn’t be judged for the queer part. Because there are people issues, like war and tragedy, and then social justice issues, which aren’t about people. They don’t really matter in a war story with internment camps and genocide.

I’m being glib, but… that’s what it felt like. That’s what a lot of people I liked shrugged and agreed with.

I want Historia to be a lesbian (or ace), but for right now, we do know she’s queer. That is a part of her character, and it is one that people have been talking over for years. Having post after post reminding everyone that her being queer does not matter to the story? That her being queer is not a lens worthy of being looked through when it’s clearly not about that?

I don’t agree with… basically any of the fandom behavior I’ve seen touching this. I think people should behave themselves better, and treat each other more kindly, and pain is no excuse for bleeding all over everyone.

But where that pain comes from has been repeatedly dismissed, and where it comes from is not insignificant, no matter what route you want canon to go.

…And as far as Historia’s character goes, this is a regression, and the writing should be ashamed of itself. It violates the themes of her arc with such direct intent that it’s painfully easy to believe there’s a twist to it, but for now it’s just infuriating, because the girl who fights fate has been made its tool, and Ymir, aka her love interest, is very relevant to the whole arc where we covered this. 107 is bad and should feel bad, and I am extremely not happy that I think that is exactly the feeling I am intended to have, because being emotionally manipulated is much more annoying when it works.

Hopefully that gives your questions an answer.

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #SnK 107 #attack on asks #an educational romp through maddening things

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pinayelf · 7 days

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since i nerfed immy in the vocals department (she is tone deaf lmao) I'm gonna make her a good dancer

#imryll lavellan #immy lacanilao #the problem is shes painfully shy abt it and wont dance unless its in private w only ppl she trusts

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pinayelf · 10 months

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so immy is p much tone deaf but I decided she's a pretty good dancer. in da-verse she would be good at traditional dalish dances, she thinks shemlen dances (like whatever she has to dance at halamshiral) are weird but picks it up fairly quick

in a modern au she'd probably do well learning choreo for pop, hip-hop and r&b songs

#imryll lavellan #i cant see her being serious abt it #but for fun

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pinayelf · 2 years

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Can I just say that I love your OCs very very much? Immy and Amihan (who i guess I know more about than any others) are so wonderful! Could you spare some headcanons for one of/both of them? 😍😍

omg thank you sm 🥺❤️

even tho amihan and immy are very different personality-wise I think they both are very similar in what they want and what they need

they're both neurodivergent (adhd) women who feel DEEPLY and WHOLLY. they both unconditional love and they're both very capable of giving it. they also want someone who's physically protective lol. they can take care of themselves but that's something they find attractive in a partner (all of immy's LIs were and are warriors lmao 💀)

the difference is immy was raised in an environment where her feelings were validated and where she was shown unconditional love by the people closest to her and she had a community. it was safe for immy to be more or less ~soft.

amihan did not - for all those years in the Circle she had one singular friend, finn aldebrandt, and it wasn't until the broken circle where finn tells her that he loves her (platonic) because the environment they grew up in discouraged openness and vulnerability. after all anyone could be transferred, made tranquil or whatever else.

I think if amihan was raised in a healthier environment though, she'd still be grouchy sometimes and a fuddy duddy lol, but not to the extent in canon where her years or repression made her emotionally volatile

for respective headcanons:

immy

her magic manifested when she was six. it was a cold night and she went and snuggled up to her papae and he realized she was using warming magic

while immy grew up in a healthy environment, she did feel like the only thing she had to contribute to her clan was arcane knowledge. she's not particularly brave or ~strong. so she put all her worth into being first to keeper and when she was put into the situation of being the herald/inquisitor it was HARD

immy loves animals! she has a cat named andruil and a nug named pudgy during DAI

immy has a photographic memory

immy is 100% that person who loses motivation if she isn't immediately good at a new thing she tries lol

immy is overwhelmed easily - especially by crowds. josie started doing judgments without crowds cause immy hated being in front of people like that

immy feels emotions deeply. she always ends up crying after a battle, even if they won. it's her way of catharsis

immy is tone deaf lmao

amihan

amihan's magic manifested when she was 4 alongside her twin sister violetta. her mother, revka was deeply andrastian and she called the templars on both of them

amihan and Violetta were separated. amihan ended up in Kinloch and Violetta ended up in ostwick

revka told their father and the family that both girls died on the way to the Circles so no one would try to keep contact with them

amihan's main element is lightning - it matches the intensity of her emotions. she can also redirect lightning (like in AtLA/LoK)

amihan doesn't do blood magic unless she's in a stable headspace - she knows how she can be, and she doesn't want to risk it

amihan takes to painting and sketching. she discovered it when she traveled with zevran after the Blight

amihan is terrified of dogs, alistair got the mabari. she instead gets a cat named cheese during awakening

amihan loves sunshine, she rarely ever got to feel it in the Circle and it became her favorite thing in the outside world

#i think i went a lil overboard djdjd #but ty sm ocean ❤️❤️❤️#i love blabbing abt my bbs #amihan amell #imryll lavellan

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