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nellavee · 2 years

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a lesson on genuinity (from the man of a thousand faces)

in which stories brought to the surface by the latest volume of spy wars remind loid of how much his family means to him, yor finally tells loid why their first date wasn't as romantic as it should've been, and anya learns a little bit about love.

#ro.writes #ro.spyxfam #post-identity reveal goodness #loid forger: a study on love #just some nice family fluff #i love them #also my fic debut for the sxf fandom wahoo #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #anya forger #yor forger #my loves

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wangxianficrecs · 9 days

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Now it's just too late to turn around by kokozy

Now it's just too late to turn around

by kokozy

G, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Cloud Recesses had never truly felt like home to him; Lan Yuan's home was wherever Hanguang-Jun was and sadly, Cloud Recesses was not Hanguang-Jun's home either. Kay's comments: I may be biased, because this work was written for me and is a remix of my own story Justice, but, I really enjoyed this one! This is based on the idea that Lan Wangji was supossed to die from his punishment, but lived, and now the Lan Sect has to deal with it and it makes them bitter and also showcases their own hypocrizy. This story is from Sizhui's POV and tells the story of how he grew up in the Lan Sect and how he realized that something was very off, but the puzzle pieces only started connecting when Mo Xuanyu turned up. I loved this focus on Sizhui and the general vibes, it's really sad with a happy ending done right. Excerpt: Out of all of them, Zewu-Jun was the strangest. From the stories he had heard, the Twin Jades of Lan had once been inseparable, two identical drops of water, yet Sizhui had never seen them interact any more intimately than he would do with any of his peers. It was like there was a barrier between them, not allowing them to act like the brothers they were supposed to be. Zewu-Jun questioned Mo Xuanyu’s presence in the Cloud Recesses the hardest yet he had not openly opposed it. The Lan Seniors had all been too eager to let Hanguang-Jun take care of the demonic arm case, taking Mo Xuanyu with him if that meant not having any of them anywhere near Gusu for the time it took to figure out the whole demonic arm ordeal. As Hanguang-Jun wasn’t present in the Cloud Recesses, the whispers became normal conversation instead. Rumours of the return of the Yiling Laozu arose; someone had controlled the Ghost General that day with the Dancing Goddess, and someone had used the Yin Tiger Tally on the demonic arm somehow. As Hanguang-Jun left, Lan Sizhui could experience for the first time just how deep the whole thing really went. Voices and pointing fingers became the norm. Hanguang-Jun should have died, they said.

pov lan sizhui, canon divergence, parent-child relationship, good parent lan wangji, post-canon, gusu lan sect rules, gusu lan sect bashing, sad with a happy ending, identity reveal, adoption, remix

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found--family · 30 days

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i hope the folks planning on resurrecting Supernatural [re:jackles] are taking notes on what's happening in the 9-1-1 fandom and with this Buck character right now. i know next to nothing about this show, but i do know that 'Buddie' is a major mlm ship between two guy friends and that this guy Buck - a strong macho man in his 30s - has just been canonised as BISEXUAL! with a MLM kiss! after SIX seasons! the subtext was there all along but the network was not on board, by the sounds of it; a change of network saw this queercoded middle-aged male character finally set free. no more subtext, no insinuations that could be interpreted one way or another, just undeniable beautiful text.

i'm thrilled for everyone in the 9-1-1 fandom and for this positive queer rep in media! here’s hoping other shows will take note - namely Supernatural. Dean has 15 seasons of queer subtext under his belt and he would now be in his mid 40s. it’s never too late to canonise a queer character. characters are never too old to realise they’re queer. this is such an important message, and while i can’t speak for the buckgirls i can say that queer deangirls have been relating to his queercoding for almost 2 decades, including 15 seasons of bi!Dean and 12 seasons of Destiel. seeing a character like Buck come out as queer after SIX seasons (i’ll keep saying it, it’s fucking amazing) is such a win not just for queer folk but for good storytelling; i know there were likely obstacles in finally getting here, and it would be great if queer characters could come out whenever they want instead of struggling against tptb, but six seasons has given the show a wonderful amount of time to delve into Buck’s character and journey with him through various plotlines. as a fan of the slow burn for romance, and a good amount of time for character development to play out, i love that there’s six whole seasons of Buck backstory to delve into for the leadup to his bisexual canonisation.

happy bi day Buck, may you inspire more creative control to cater to the characters instead of some suit in an office who’s never even seen your show and doesn’t care about your journey and narrative freedom. today is a great day.

(the first gif is Buck’s first mlm kiss. the second gif is a moment from a gay comedy called Looking that many people have pointed out perfectly encapulates how a Destiel kiss might play out on screen.)

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#dean is bi #let him be free #spn posting #911 buck is bi #thoughts #spn reboot #can i also just say: it's so good to see a character who wasn't written explicitly as the queer character yknow? this isn't some #teenbeat coming of age drama with a queer character reveal in season 1 and a queer ship canonised in season 2 #we're talking SIX WHOLE SEASONS of character development - watching this guy grow and how his #relationships with others change and evolve over YEARS of storylines. it's unknown whether buddie will #be canonised but that's secondary. this is a huge milestone for queer characters and bisexual (male) characters #moreover in a show that isn't made for teens or centred on queer identities. this guy was allowed to BE #and honestly that's more than what castiel. castiel was killed off for his queerness and then they #killed dean too rather than let him be queer. but with 911 - the show is ongoing! it's not an endtimes reveal #it's going to be allowed to exist in the narrative moving forward meaning everyone who saw the #queercoding of his characters for SIX whole seasons is seeing it come to fruition. the meta was there #and it's not belittled or ignored or criticised or condemned but embraced and celebrated and rewarded!#it's never too late #for characters or long-running shows to be allowed to be true to their narrative #destiel

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ashspecter · 1 month

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Didn't You Know

@ashesoriley's prompt: A look through Mr. Lancer's eyes as he tries to figure out what's up with the Fenton kid. @underforeversgrace's prompt: Lancer notices something is up with the Fenton kid and intervenes.

Summary: Mr. Lancer is hard on his students because he knows they have great potential. But he also knows when they need a break and a safe place to rest. Daniel Fenton is one of those students.

TW: Blood, Angst, Overthinking

Words: 3578

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Casper High School has always been a place where teenagers got off on doing whatever they wished if they thought a teacher couldn’t see them or wouldn’t notice. The halls were always filled with gossip and chatter, but it has never been anything out of the usual. However, the teacher’s lounge has been filled with the curious topic of Daniel Fenton for a while now and Mr. Lancer can’t help wanting to know more.

No one actually talks about it, but everyone seems to know about it. Despite his family’s history (and how they are all thought to be geniuses with more than a few screws loose), Daniel Fenton is by far the most normal of the lot. At least, everyone in Amity Park has always thought so.

Like the other wallflowers, Daniel never really stood out. He has always seemed to hang out in the background, struggle in class, and be pushed around by the A-listers. But, if there’s been anything that Mr. Lancer has noticed it’s that the Fenton boy hasn’t always been like that. Mr. Lancer remembers when he used to be a pretty good student, excelling in almost everything except literature, history, and gym. This is normal for left-brained individuals, Mr. Lancer knew— he has read the studies.

What isn’t normal, however, is for decent students to suddenly start slacking off without warning, a hint, or a tell-tale sign of why. Needless to say, Daniel Fenton’s change in work ethic was a surprise, but it isn’t exactly unheard of in teenagers. There are plenty of students who slack off in school. But Daniel has never been one of them until now.

At first, it seems as though he was just going through the usual absent-minded teenager phase and no one thought much of it. Mr. Lancer certainly didn’t, especially since the change began at the start of the school year. Now, however, it has become apparent that something is distracting the boy. But there has been no clue as to what it might be.

The next thing Mr. Lancer noticed was how the boy seemed socially withdrawn from speaking to anyone and everyone, even his once closest friends. Sure, they were a little strange, but what teenager isn’t? Regardless, he used to get on with plenty of people in the school— talking, chatting, friendly passing smiles or nods, and or helping out with simple things— but now, he hardly speaks or acknowledges a conversion with anything more than a nod. Even stranger, he does not seek his elder sister out anymore and he rarely speaks to any of the school’s staff unless he absolutely has to.

That alone might be why the boy has attracted the attention of the school’s staff. The sudden lack of friendly conversion from a student will certainly raise a brow. Since then, the murmurs about Danny Fenton have become a persistent presence, lingering like a cloud over the school’s usual gossip and chatter. Mr. Lancer is sure that even the students have begun to notice now as well. But that’s neither here nor there.

After the loss of effort and sociability, Mr. Lancer noticed that the Fenton boy would fall asleep in class. And it wasn’t just a one-off experience. The boy fell asleep, face-down in his work nearly every day. Again, not unheard of for teenagers to do, but something very new for the youngest Fenton. It’s worrisome. As an educator, Mr. Lancer can’t help but feel a sense of responsibility toward his students’ well-being, especially when he observes such significant shifts in behavior.

While he would like to talk to the boy, Mr. Lancer is worried that he’d only scare him off. He has been a pretty harsh grader this year with not accepting anything late and not giving half points to partially correct answers so he is very much not a favorite teacher this year. He still cares for his students though. He offers them chances to retake quizzes and to do extra credit work for bonus points. He encourages it. If only more will see it that way.

Nevertheless, the lack of energy in the Fenton boy is perturbing.

Why isn’t he getting the proper rest? Why isn’t he sleeping well? Is something going on at home? He hates that that is where his thoughts have gone. But he seriously hopes that the Fentons don’t partake in cruel and unusual punishments when one of their kids gets into some trouble.

The next thing Mr. Lancer noticed was how stressed the boy always seemed to be— worried about school (despite failing grades), worried about getting in other people’s way, his friends, his family, not living up to expectations, etc. The boy will make himself sick if he hasn’t already!

Lancer can tell the boy cares about what’s going on around him, so it must be hard for him to be trying the best he can and still be failing. But that begs the question: what exactly is happening to Daniel Fenton?

It doesn’t stop at behavioral changes unfortunately.

Lancer has also noticed some physical changes as well. Most, if not all, of them are quite alarming. Random bruises, split knuckles, and little cuts and scrapes are something to be appalled by, but those are, somehow, not the most off-putting things he has seen. Oh, no, Mr. Lancer has noticed something much more disquieting than that.

Glowing green eyes, ghoulish pale skin, and sudden temperature drops have become something both hair-raising and morbidly consistent around the Fenton boy. So much so that he looks like an actual corpse in the hallway on some days.

It’s dreadful.

Mr. Lancer can’t seem to shake off the eerie feeling that something deeply unsettling is unfolding beneath the surface of Casper High School. With each passing day, his concern for Daniel Fenton grows more. Why hasn’t anyone else noticed? Why hasn’t anyone said anything? Why does no one else seem concerned?

As he sits in the teacher’s lounge, sipping his lukewarm coffee, Mr. Lancer finds himself unable to focus on the mundane chatter of his colleagues. He can’t help but feel a gnawing sense of unease creeping over him as he ponders these questions and the changes he has noticed in the boy; it’s the eerie silence surrounding the whole situation. As if everyone is turning a blind eye to the obvious signs of distress emanating from the once-unassuming student.

Lost in his thoughts, Mr. Lancer is startled when the bell signaling the end of the period jolts him back to reality. As the hustle and bustle of students fills the hallway, he catches a glimpse of Daniel Fenton, his expression blank and distant as he weaves through the crowd.

Mr. Lancer knows he can’t ignore his growing concerns any longer. He may not have all the answers, but he owes it to Daniel to reach out, to offer a helping hand in whatever way he can. The boy deserves that much, doesn’t he?

He downs the last of his coffee and rises from his seat. He doesn’t say a word to his coworkers and strides purposefully down the hallway, sensing the weight of his own curiosity pressing upon him like a heavy shroud. The usual hubbub of teenage antics fills the air around him, but their actions are the least of his worries right now. Daniel Fenton needs some immediate help and Mr. Lancer is determined to be just that.

The bell rings, startling the teacher from his thoughts. Instantly, teenagers swarm around him, ready on their way to the classroom. Amidst them, he spies the boy he is looking for, appearing as pensive and drained as ever.

Mr. Lancer knows he can’t ignore his growing concerns any longer. He may not have all the answers, but he owes it to Daniel to reach out and offer a helping hand in whatever way he can. As he watches the boy disappear into the crowd, he decides that he will find a moment either today or tomorrow to speak with the troubled teenager and let him know that he’s not alone— that there is someone who cares.

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The day offered few chances, unfortunately, leaving Mr. Lancer frustrated for not being able to approach the boy as soon as he wished to. However, it also seemed as though Daniel was more evasive than usual. He would slip through the hallways like a shadow— barely noticeable among the throngs of students bustling from class to class— almost as if he perfected the art of being invisible in plain sight. Did the boy want to be alone? Is he doing this to himself? Surely not!

Determined, Mr. Lancer finally spots his chance as the final bell of the day rings. Students flood from their classrooms, eagerly discussing plans for the evening or the latest school drama. Daniel, however, moves silently towards his locker, completely alone with his shoulder hunched under some unseen weight.

As he approaches the Fenton boy, Mr. Lancer clears his throat to catch his attention.

“Mr. Fenton,” He begins, his tone softer than usual, trying to bridge the gap between authority and empathy.

Daniel looks up, surprise flickering across his features. His guard visibly rises at the sudden interaction.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been having a tough time lately,” Mr. Lancer continues, carefully watching Daniel’s expression. He doesn’t want to scare the boy off while he talks. However, he does notice his eyes dart around as he looks for an escape.

“I’m fine, Mr. Lancer,” He replies taking a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. When he notices no easy escape, he turns his head down and stares at his shoes, “Just tired.”

Mr. Lancer nods in understanding “If you ever want or need to talk about something or if there’s anything I can help you with, my door is always open.”

For a moment, there's a flicker of something in Daniel’s eyes— a mix of confusion, gratitude, and perhaps a bit of fear. He nods slowly, murmuring a ‘thanks’ before quickly grabbing his things and heading towards the school’s exit.

Mr. Lancer watches him go, feeling frustrated at himself for not catching him in time. However, it has grown quite clear that Daniel is battling something far beyond normal high school struggles— the physical signs are too disturbing to ignore. The glowing green eyes and other peculiarities point to something unnatural. It’s something that Mr. Lancer can hardly begin to comprehend and no longer ignore.

He turns to reenter his classroom and pauses. There’s the option of reaching out to the Fenton family, but… something in his gut tells him he shouldn’t. What if they are the cause of the boy’s sudden change? But, the Fentons are also known for their eccentricities and involvement in the paranormal, a topic Mr. Lancer finds himself increasingly curious about. And yet, he still can’t shake the feeling that he should just wait and speak to Daniel first and alone.

As he prepares to leave for the day, he ponders when a good time would be to pull Daniel aside the following day. The first thing that comes to mind is the lunch period. Mr. Lancer knows several students leave to go out for lunch, but he also knows that many stay in the cafeteria and that Daniel is one of them.

The man sighs and runs a hand down his face. He hopes that more good than harm will come out of this. He hopes that he can help the Fenton boy, at least a little bit. He fears what might happen to the young teenager if he can’t.

He shudders at the thought and pushes it from his mind. Of Mice and Men! He hopes it never comes to that. He’s heard the stories of others who have. If something like that were to happen to one of his own students, it’d be shocking news.

Shutting the door behind himself, Mr. Lancer begins making his way down the hallway. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as he navigates the labyrinthine corridors of Casper High School. His footsteps echo faintly against the linoleum floor, a rhythm that matches the cadence of his racing thoughts.

Tomorrow, he resolves, he will find Daniel during lunch period. He will pull him aside, away from the prying eyes and clamor of the cafeteria, and try to get to the bottom of what’s been plaguing the troubled teenager.

But what if it’s too soon? What if he pushes too hard? A sense of foreboding settles over him like a heavy blanket. There is something deeply unsettling about the whole situation— something beyond the realm of normal teenage angst or academic struggles.

He knows that Amity Park has a strange appeal for attracting the paranormal and unnatural, but surely that wouldn’t be the cause for Daniel’s bizarre transformation. Right?

Right?

He should start by doing some research of his own into the Fenton family’s paranormal activities and gather as much information as he can. After all, understanding the boy’s family might be the first step toward helping him.

But the underlying question returns: what if they caused it?

The boy’s sister, as far as he knows, has not tried to reach out either. Usually, the two siblings were tight-knit, but now, they’ve never been further apart. He can’t help but think that something happened between them to tear them apart.

Lost in his contemplation, he barely registers the sound of the school doors swinging open ahead of him. But as he rounds the corner, a sudden commotion jolts him back to reality.

A group of students, those who usually stay after school for extracurricular things, have gathered near the entrance. Their voices are rising in excitement and disbelief for whatever it is their looking at. It piques Mr. Lancer’s curiosity and he quickens his pace and joins the throng of onlookers.

What he sees sends a chill down his spine.

There, hovering just above the ground in the fading light of the setting sun is Daniel Fenton— or rather, someone who resembles him. His hair is snow white and his eyes are ablaze with an eerie green light, casting an otherworldly glow across his pale features. Wisps of ectoplasmic energy swirl around him, dancing in the air like ethereal tendrils.

He doesn’t stay airborne for long, which is strange for a ghost.

Mr. Lancer squints as he studies the figure. Against the sunlight, he notices the figure grip his side and slowly come down to the sidewalk. Something green drips from his unused hand and lands with a small ‘splat.’

It puts the teacher on edge immediately.

“Alright, students! Inside!” He yells, startling a few, “Everyone back inside.”

The students, though initially reluctant and buzzing with a mix of fear and fascination, start herding back into the school with their eyes still glued to the spectacle before them until the school doors shut. Instantly, it all falls quiet. But Mr. Lancer doesn’t move. Instead, he watches the figure, unsure of what to do next.

The resemblance to Daniel is uncanny and yet, this ghostly figure before him is something entirely other. But then he looks up. Their eyes meet. And in that moment, Mr. Lancer knows.

His eyes widen in surprise, but the boy’s grow frantic with a myriad of emotions.

And before he can take a step forward or utter a single word, Daniel turns, and with a burst of green energy, propels himself into the sky and disappears from view with a speed that leaves Mr. Lancer grappling with the reality of what he just witnessed. The lingering scent of ozone and a faint, greenish residue on the sidewalk is the only evidence that the figure was ever there.

Stunned, Mr. Lancer takes a moment to collect his thoughts. The implications of what he’s just seen are vast and unsettling. Daniel Fenton, a boy he’s known for years, involved with the paranormal? No, not just involved— transformed by it.

His mind races with questions, each more alarming than the last. How long has this been going on? How did it happen?

With a hesitant step forward, the man walks right up to where Daniel had stood moments before. The greenish liquid slowly turns mud brown and then red before seeping into the concrete.

Something is definitely up with the Fenton boy.

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The next day, Mr. Lancer finds himself waiting rather impatiently for the Fenton boy to arrive. He had told himself he would wait until noon, but after the events of last afternoon, something needs to happen much sooner than that.

His thoughts are a whirlwind as he stands in the near-empty hallway with his eyes glued to the entrance. He’s aware of the weight of his responsibility, not just as a teacher but as an adult who’s just had his eyes opened to a reality he can hardly comprehend. The revelation that a seemingly average high school student could be entangled in something as extraordinary as the paranormal is disheartening even though the man has lived in Amity Park his whole life.

The morning drags on, each tick of the clock both a reminder of the urgency of the situation and a testament to Mr. Lancer’s growing apprehension. He finds himself questioning how to even begin addressing what he saw. How does one confront a teenager about being… what? A ghost? A supernatural entity? The very thought seems ludicrous, yet the evidence is irrefutable.

As students start trickling in, Mr. Lancer’s focus sharpens. He searches for the distinctive figure of Daniel Fenton among them. He sees students laughing, some rushing, others lost in their own thoughts, but no sign of Daniel. The bell rings, signaling the start of the first period, and with it, Mr. Lancer’s concern deepens. It is unlike the boy to be late, especially given the circumstances. However, with whatever happened yesterday, there must be a reason.

Just as he’s about to move on and return to his classroom, he sees him— Daniel— looking more worn and haggard than ever. The boy’s shoulders are slumped as if carrying the weight of the world and his eyes have dark circles under them, telling of his lack of sleep. The sight genuinely hurts Mr. Lancer.

Their eyes meet, and Mr. Lancer can see the flicker of recognition, followed swiftly by a guarded wariness. It’s clear that Daniel knows something has changed, that Mr. Lancer has pieced something he wasn’t supposed to.

Without a word, Mr. Lancer gestures for Daniel to follow him, and to his surprise, Daniel complies. They walk in silence towards the his classroom, the noise of the bustling school fading as they enter the quiet, empty space.

“Mr. Fenton,” Mr. Lancer starts, closing the door and turning to face the small teenager. He pauses briefly and sighs, “I want you to know that… I know.”

The boy shifts uncomfortably, but doesn’t say anything.

So he continues, “What I saw yesterday… I— I want you to know that I… I know, Mr. Fenton.”

The boy sag deeply at his confession, bowing his head to shield his face with his fringe.

What does he do? Mr. Lancer freezes. What does he do?

Without much thought, he steps forward and places a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Immediately, he sobs, sucking in a breath so suddenly that he chokes.

“You’re not alone,” The elder man says gently, “You are not alone.”

With that, the floodgates open. And the boy begins to speak, haltingly at first, then with increasing urgency. He speaks of ghosts, of battles fought in the shadows of Amity Park, of a burden he carries alone.

Mr. Lancer listens, astounded and heartbroken in equal measure. The story Daniel tells is fantastical, yet the evidence is undeniable. The boy before him is not just a student; he’s a hero, fighting battles most people couldn’t even imagine.

As the tale unwinds, Mr. Lancer realizes the depth of Daniel’s isolation. The Fenton family, far from being the cause of Daniel’s troubles, is deeply involved in the paranormal themselves, each in their own way struggling to protect their town, their family, and Daniel himself.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the period, but neither of them moves. For Mr. Lancer, the world has shifted. The realization that he has a student— a minor— risking his life on a regular basis is overwhelming. Yet, there’s also a profound sense of duty that settles over him. He cannot turn away from this, from Daniel.

“Mr. Fenton,” He says finally, “You’re not alone in this. Not anymore. Whenever you need me, I am here. Whenever you need help with an assignment— or an extension— you’ll get it. You have my word.”

The gratitude in the boy’s eyes is enough to make a grown man cry. Mr. Lancer almost does, but he holds it back for the sake of remaining strong before Daniel. For the first time since he learned of Daniel’s secret, Mr. Lancer feels a flicker of hope himself. It won’t be easy, and the road ahead is uncertain, but they’ll face it. Together.

As they leave the classroom to join the throngs of students in the hallway, Mr. Lancer knows that his life has indeed changed forever. But for the first time, he feels ready to face whatever comes next. Now armed with the knowledge that sometimes the most extraordinary heroes are the ones walking right beside him, unseen and hurting just as much as the next.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #mr lancer #good teacher #good teachers #identity reveal #dp au #no one knows au #phic phight 24 #phic phight 2024 #dp events #phandom #phandom events #oneshot #long post

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be-bi-do-crime · 2 years

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i really do love the dragon ride scene because it shows that no matter how afraid of dongfang qingcang that xiao lanhua claims to be, she still trusts him and she still loves him; you can see it from how she naturally goes to cling onto him as they fly, how when she notices him looking at her she smiles... that’s still her daqiang, always and forever.

#love between fairy and devil #post identity reveal canglan was truly so good

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nikkywrites · 2 years

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Last Line Tag 30

Thanks for the tags @nectargrapes and @did-i-do-this-write! From Masks and Trust (to no surprise, because Shiny).

The entirety of Vega sinks, tungsten anchors plummeting to the sea floor.

Because she can see it, now. The point Celeste is making. It’s chills her ache enough that it withers, too worn and shriveled to hurt.

It’ll make her guilt for leaving worse, if she forgives her. And there’s logic to it. What would it say, if one of the most beloved heroes forgave one of the worst villains? It’s reasonable, that line of thought, and it’s dull arrows shooting clean through her shoulders.

“It makes you forgiving,” she tries to argue, her voice damp with the weakness of it. “What’s more heroic than that?”

Tagging (no pressure and anyone feel free to hop in): @magefaery @canonicallypuzzled @carefulpyro @northernrosewritings and @onceuponanaromantic

#last line tag #last line #wip snippet #snippet #writing snippet #wip masks and trust #wip mat #disaster lesbians #oc celeste #oc vega #hero celeste #villain vega #arc: coffee shop #post identity reveals #I know anchors aren’t made of tungsten but shhh #steel didn’t sound as good and tungsten is known to be heavy and it’s not meant to be a perfect metaphor anyways #not me tagging two people trying to get through my backlog a bit quicker <.<#super world #hero world

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stromblessed · 5 months

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Mizu, femininity, and fallen sparrows

In my last post about Mizu and Akemi, I feel like I came across as overly critical of Mizu given that Mizu is a woman who - in her own words - has to live as a man in order to go down the path of revenge.

If she is ever discovered to be female by the wrong person, she will not only be unable to complete her quest, but there's a good chance that she'll be arrested or killed.

So it makes complete sense for Mizu to distance herself as much as possible from any behavior that she feels like would make someone question her sex.

I felt so indignant toward Mizu on my first couple watchthroughs for this moment. Why couldn't Mizu bribe the woman and her child's way into the city too? If Mizu is presenting as a man, couldn't she claim to be the woman's escort?

However, this moment makes things pretty clear. Mizu knows all too well the plight of women in her society. She knows it so well that she cannot risk ever finding herself back in their position again. She helps in what little way she can - without drawing attention to herself.

Mizu is not a hero and she is not one to make of herself a martyr - she will not set herself on fire to keep others warm. There's room to argue that Mizu shouldn't prioritize her quest over people's lives, but given the collateral damage Mizu can live with in almost every episode of season 1, Mizu is simply not operating under that kind of morality at this point. ("You don't know what I've done to reach you," Mizu tells Fowler.)

And while I still feel like Mizu has an obvious and established blind spot when it comes to Akemi because of their differences in station, such that Mizu's judgment of Akemi and actions in episode 5 are the result of prejudice rather than the result of Mizu's caution, I also want to establish that Mizu is just as caged as Akemi is, despite her technically having more freedom while living as a man.

Mizu can hide her mixed race identity some of the time, and she can hide her sex almost all of the time, but being able to operate outside of her society's strict rules for women does not mean she cannot see their plight.

It does not mean she doesn't hurt for them.

Back to Mizu and collateral damage, remember that sparrow?

While Mizu is breaking into Boss Hamata's manse, she gets startled by a bird and kills it on reflex. She then cradles it in her hands - much more tenderly than we've seen Mizu treat almost anything up to this point in the season:

She then puts it in its nest, with its unhatched eggs. Almost like she's trying to make the death look natural. Or like an accident.

You see where I'm going with this.

When Mizu kills Kinuyo, Mizu lingers in the moment, holding the body tenderly:

And btw a lot of stuff about this show hit me hard, but this remains the biggest gut punch of them all for me, Mizu holding that poor girl's body close, GOD

When Mizu arranges the "scene of the crime," Kinuyo's body is delicate, birdlike. And Mizu is so shaken afterward that she gets sloppy. She's horrified at this kill to the point that she can't bring herself to take another innocent life - the boy who rats her out.

MIZU'S ONE MOMENT OF SOFTNESS AND MERCY, COMING ON THE HEELS OF HER NEEDING TO KILL A GIRL TO SPARE HER THE WORST FATE THAT THIS RIGID SOCIETY HAS TO OFFER WOMEN, AND TO SPARE A BROTHEL FULL OF INNOCENT WOMEN WHO ARE THE CASTOFFS OF SOCIETY, NEARLY RESULTS IN ALL OF THEIR DEATHS

No wonder Mizu is as stoic and cold as she is.

And no wonder Mizu has no patience for Akemi whatsoever right before the terrible reveal and the fight breaks out:

Speaking of Akemi - guess who else is compared to a bird!

The plumage is more colorful, a bit flashier. But a bird is a bird.

And, uh

Yeah.

I like to think that Mizu killing the sparrow is not only foreshadowing for what she must do to Kinuyo, but is also a representation of the choice she makes on Akemi's behalf. She decides to cage the bird because she believes the bird is "better off." Better off caged than... dead.

But because Mizu doesn't know Akemi or her situation, she of course doesn't realize that the bird is fated to die if it is caged and sent back home.

Mizu is clearly not happy, or pleased, or satisfied by allowing Akemi to be dragged back to her father:

But softness and mercy haven't gotten Mizu anywhere good, recently.

There is so much tragedy layered into Mizu's character, and it includes the things she has to witness and the choices she makes - or believes she has to make - involving women, when she herself can skirt around a lot of what her society throws at women. Although, I do believe that it comes at the cost of a part of Mizu's soul.

After all, I'm gonna be haunted for the rest of this show by Mizu's very first prayer in episode 1:

"LET" her die. Because as Ringo points out, she doesn't "know how" to die.

Kind of like another bird in this show:

#blue eye samurai #mizu #akemi #kinuyo #bes #women are birds okay they are BIRDS #the let me die line is so SCARY AND SAD like a part of Mizu wants death but she cant? she doesnt know how?? excuse you show???#when all these other delicate birds are dying all around her #akemis character gets more and more gutwrenching upon subsequent rewatches because whenever she says her life is in danger #NO ONE BELIEVES HER - certainly not other women #because shes rich and pampered and that means shes safe and is worrying about nothing right? right?????#and it turns out that all of akemis instincts were right and she was in danger the ENTIRE TIME #also I need to make a post just for kinuyo because I am sad

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curemoonliite · 10 months

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one of my dream stories to write is about a phantom thief who calls himself the angel gabriel and of course no one knows who he really is but it's actually because he's too embarrassed to admit that he's just a recently divorced salaryman whose wife left him because he's a total workaholic and phantom thieves should be glamorous and cool and not just gabe from the office having the weirdest possible mid-life crisis, dammit!

#writing #alexandria rambles #i cannot emphasize this enough...gabe is just Some Guy #the only reason he's any good at thieving is bc he found a magical artifact by complete happenstance that helps get him out of trouble #he is so ordinary that ppl would legit be mad at how ordinary he is after his identity reveal bc that's my exact sense of humor #my post

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falseficus · 8 months

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I read a physical copy of monstrous regiment soon after listening to the audiobook, and I noticed two tiny discrepancies between the two editions that make an absolute world of difference. when I found out that these discrepancies existed (you’ll find reddit posts backing me up about them), I felt cheated that my first experience of the book had portrayed a less cohesive arc than pratchett intended

if you’re looking to buy or read monstrous regiment, I strongly recommend the doubleday 2003 version or the corgi 2004 version, which iirc contain the original text. The harper collins publications and audiobook both contain these changes, which imo are confusing and severely undercut the themes the book is trying to get across. if anyone knows the status of other editions of the book pls feel free to add on

obviously the audiobooks and ebooks are more accessible than physical books to some people, so if you read one of those just know that the original text is different in some key ways. I still recommend you read the book because it’s crazy good :)

the changes I noticed, beneath the cut to avoid some serious spoilers:

firstly, the last line of Jackrum’s last scene. in the Doubleday version, this line reads:

“Jackrum had turned her chair to the fire, and had settled back. Around him, the kitchen worked.”

in the harpercollins version, the line reads:

“Jackrum had turned her chair the the fire, and had settled back. Around her, the kitchen worked.”

this pronoun change is actually has huge implications. in the scene in question, jackrum, a transgender man, reveals that he joined the army in disguise. he is referred to as “she” throughout his background reveal. however, he then considers where his future will take him, and in the final line of the scene his pronoun reverts back to “he.” jackrum’s pronoun goes from he->she->he, encapsulating the gendery arc of the scene. however, in the altered he->she->she version of the scene, half of that circle is erased. the neat tie-up of jackrum’s journey is left confusingly unresolved, and the importance of his gender to the book’s overarching themes goes underemphasized

the second change I noticed is how maladict appears in the book’s ending:

in the Doubleday version, maladict appears “in full uniform.”

in the harpercollins version, maladict appears “in full female uniform.”

maladict is the last soldier to reveal [their] true gender, keeping up a masc/ambiguous presentation far after all the rest of the squad has come forward as women. “in full uniform” maintains this ambiguity, allowing the reader to decide for themself whether maladict comes forward and presents as fully female or continues to dress masculinely despite the fact that circumstances no longer require it (in fact I believe that the latter is more likely, as maladict says “thought I’d try again,” which could mean dressing in male uniform again). “in full female uniform” removes that ambiguity, and brings maladict’s arc to a somewhat unsatisfying conclusion. it eliminates the possibility of maladict as transgender or gender-non-conforming, and I’m left wondering, “if maladict presents as female so readily, why make such a fuss of it before now?”

both changes undermine the book’s message by eliminating its space for non-cisnormative identity… which is kinda crucial to the whole idea. im honestly really disappointed that these changes were made in any version of the book, because whoever made them clearly didn’t get the point

#monstrous regiment #discworld #terry pratchett #the frog speaks

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