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viviz, meus dois centavos como UMA pcd que está nessa tag há trocentos anos. sobre usar faceclaims sem deficiência: depende.
se existe um faceclaim com a deficiência que você quer representar, dê prioridade para usá-lo. simples! contudo, precisamos ser realistas. são poucos os atores em hollywood, e quase inexistente os ídolos coreanos, que possuem alguma deficiência. ou, que pelo menos, no caso das invisíveis, revelaram possuir. e é importante lembrar que, principalmente com as deficiências invisíveis, ninguém é obrigado a revelar. mas enfim. logo, não teria problema nenhum em usar um faceclaim que não é deficiente. a única coisa que você precisa para representar um personagem deficiente é, sabe o que? respeito.
mais importante que pensar em faceclaim ainda, é lembrar que pcd também é gente. nós somos pessoas como quaisquer outras. surpreendente, eu sei!
nenhum pcd é uma "coisinha" frágil e intocável, uma "coisinha" que precisa de um cuidado especial na hora de escrever um personagem. só precisa de respeito, do mesmo jeito quando vai representar alguém que não é da sua cultura ou etnia. não é nenhum "a vida dessas pessoas", zz. sabe o que beira desrespeito? é você usar um faceclaim que não é assumido gay para um personagem gay, mas querer ditar (especialmente como não pcd) que não pode usar um faceclaim não deficiente para fazer um deficiente. porque, de repente, quando a história são pessoas com deficiência, existe alguma espécie de código moral. e no fim sabe o que acontece? existem zilhões de comunidades sem nenhum personagem deficiente. porque, vamos ser sinceros, ninguém também quer usar faceclaim deficiente. porque são "feios", não encaixam em "padrões", etc. essa é a verdade.
além disso, só pensam em fazer personagem deficiente pra ser diferente ou pra, deus nos livre, fazer plot trágica. pouco adianta a pessoa usar faceclaim pcd e me vir com plots "sofreu acidente de carro, ficou cego e agora odeia a vida", "é autista e age que nem criança", "cadeirante e perdeu a esposa, filho, cachorro". ou o pior "eu te amo mesmo você sendo deficiente". a sia até chora ouvindo uma dessas, ouvi dizer.
o mais trágico ainda, é nós pcd entrarmos com personagens com deficiência e vir um monte de não-pcd mandando mensagem falando que "tá representando errado" "porque no filme x" "eu tenho um amigo que é pcd e x". viviz, o tanto que aconteceu comigo e outras pessoas que conheci pela tag. a gente não pode representar a própria deficiência! porque não encaixa no que a pessoa ouviu no tiktok, dá vontade de chorar.
mas lembrando também que você não precisa ter uma justificativa mirabolante para ter um personagem pcd. do mesmo jeito que não precisa pra ter um poc ou lgbtq+. ou um que seja todos os três! porque existimos, viu? você só precisa ter noção e respeito. ouça as pessoas pcd. se as vezes algum pcd vier e dizer "olha, amigue, acho que você não deveria fazer esse personagem assim" aí sim, você escuta ela e pede o unfollow. ou só reescreve a ficha! erros acontecem. e a gente entende, mesmo a nossa "vida sendo díficl já".
no fim do dia, pouco importa o faceclaim. essa é a verdade. porque não tem respeito por pessoas pcd, porque não tratam a gente como gente. tratam como os "especiais". insira aqui meu revirar de olhos.
pra quem tem interesse, existem vários blogs no tumblr mesmo com inúmeros recursos para escrever personagens pcd, vários youtubers pcd contanto as experiências (o que não é convite pra usarem eles como faceclaims, fique claro, isso sim seria desrespeitoso ao extremo). taca aí na search, no google. faça sua pesquisa, se conscientize, converse com pessoas pcd quando as encontrar pela tag. mas não tenha medo! não encare como uma "coisa proibida". e por favor não imite filmes de hollywood!
mas não é nada bizarro você querer escrever uma história de alguém deficiente. não é bizarro a pessoa deficiente, sabia? bizarro é esse tipo de palpite em pleno 2022. não faça discursos como "essas pessoas" "tenho um amigo" "porque uma vez conheci". não trate pcds como criaturas especiais, mágicas e unicórnicas. e por favor, parem de dar pitaco se não forem pcd. porque, de verdade, eu sei que muitas vezes não é por mal! mas pessoas não-pcd querendo opiniar sobre pcd é tão prepotente. sabe o que me mata MAIS? "acredito que não iam querer isso nem no faz de conta". é verdade, eu não desejo pra ninguém ser deficiente na vida real porque não é bonito, não é fácil, não é uma aesthetic. mas sabe o que eu desejo menos ainda? uma ignorancia dessas. não é fácil ser depressivo e a gente vê um zilhão de char depressivo. não é fácil ser poc, não é fácil ser lgbtq+. mas a gente vê todo dia gritando pra ter mais de todas essas outras minorias por aqui, mas nunca a gente pcd. por que???????? as vezes a gente só quer representar a si mesmo, e por conta de gente com opinião assim, não pode. porque são as primeiras a virem dar pitaco nas nossas dms. porque "se sentem desconfortáveis". insira aqui meu grito no vazio profundo.
é importante a gente ter todo tipo de gente na tag. não é só só vocês não-pcd que tão aqui, viu? a gente também tá. a gente também quer se ver. e como eu disse, muitos de nós também somos poc, lgbtq+. a gente pode ser tudo, meu chapa.
desculpa o desabafo, meninas. e desculpa se saiu muito rude. porém. de verdade. saturada dessa seletividade com representação que só acontece com pcds. é sempre legal e importante ver pcds sendo representados por fcs pcds? óbvio! mas não use isso como desculpa para não fazer NENHUM personagem pcd. porra. porque no fim é isso que é, uma grande desculpinha pra não "infestar" sua comunidade com pcd. porque não quer associar a carinha bonitinha do oppa ou ator favorito com uma deficiência. sabe? enfim. perdão de novo o desabafo.
pessoas pcd podem discordar a vontade, não-pcd vão para o cantinho da vergonha, por favor.
(mesma pessoa da ask 1): viviz, é a pcd que mandou a ask extensa. se a ask não chegou, podem ignorar essa mensagem. mas se chegou, agora que estou mais calma só queria adicionar desculpa de verdade. é realmente difícil ser pcd nas comunidades de roleplay. muito mais que os players percebem. na br e na gringa. e quando se depara com umas falas como as que citei é muito frustrante. humilhante. triste. enfim. espero que não levem a mal. não quero briga com ninguém. só coisas se pensar.
2: vivis ñ pod ser verdade o anon sendo capacitista na cara dura 😬😬😬😬 tntado justificar com """sem romantização dos dois lados"""" 🤮🤮🤮🤮
3: sobre o topico de chars/fcs pcd, eu acho q o bom é sempre fazedr tudo com o maior respeito e avisos possiveis, pq se vc parar pra pensar, qualquer plot pode paraecer totalmente bizarro e triggering pra alguma pessoa, mas na minha visão como pessoa pcd isso é bem amplo e depende muito da pessoa, da experiencia q ela tem e do cuidado ao desenvolver tudo sem desrespeitar o resto da cmm!
4: Viviz, vim aqui comentar minha opinião sobre o uso de fcs não pcd para representar personagens pcd. O maior problema ao meu ver não é o fc usado, e sim a forma que o player desenvolve a situação, pois pode ser muito fácil simplesmente fazer uma caricatura de uma pessoa pcd e isso não é legal. Na >minha opinião<, desde que você tenha respeito e bom senso, pesquise bastante sobre o tema e não romantize, eu não vejo problema em usar um fc não pcd. Se estivesse na mesma cmm que eu, não me importaria
Olá, anons!
Foram muitas asks sobre o mesmo assunto, e desde já eu peço desculpas por ter juntado todas assim.
Olá, anons!
Foram muitas asks sobre o mesmo assunto, e desde já eu peço desculpas por ter juntado todas assim.
Notei que quase todas tiveram essas recomendações em comum: não importa se o FC é pcd ou não, desde que o plot seja feito com respeito, sem reforçar estereótipos ou transformar o personagem em uma caricatura. No fim das contas, pcd e neurodivergentes são pessoas que vivem vidas normais, só que com algumas limitações; alguns mais e outros menos.
Mas eu queria encerrar essa resposta falando diretamente pra pessoa número um. Anon, você não precisa e não deve se desculpar pelo seu desabafo e pela forma como compartilhou sua experiência com a gente. Nenhuma de nós pode dizer que entende totalmente como todos esses comentários e situações afetaram sua vida e sua saúde mental. Mas nós sabemos que o preconceito pesa, machuca, e até o menor dos comentários sem intenção deixa um gostinho amargo na boca. Muito obrigada por confiar no Viviz e não se sinta mal por ter falado tudo isso.
Aos que pretendem criar personagens pcd ou neurodivergentes, levem todas essas asks em conta. E aos que não pretendem criar, também levem todas essas asks em conta.
Beijo pra vocês e boa semana!
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what do you get when you have a very uncoordinated child, a glass door and a single dad who sometimes forgets both of these things
#stranger things#steddie#steddie dads#eddie munson#alt dads#the answer is a lot of childhood injuries#plot twist the reason eddie came back is because it was cheaper to move than it was to get rid of the door#it's ok i'm 21 and i still walk into my parents' conservatory door when i go home#edit: of course he dies laughing every time it happens and he feels terrible about it#also all her band t shirts are definitely his old ones that don’t fit anymore that he cut down for her
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literally in another universe snowbairdplinth could've been THE revolution. they wouldn't even really need any allies, lbr.
like, between coryo's cunning, sej's conscience, and lucy gray's charisma? the snow name, the plinth fortune, the baird d12 but neither district nor capitol pedigree?
coryo could've actually been like, panem's first 20-year-old president, who outlaws the hunger games and who the districts still listen to because he has sej and lucy gray on side. and yeah maybe coryo still kills a bunch of people but like whatever, no one really bats an eye -- who's gonna mourn gaul, anyways? no one in the districts, that's for sure. even if gaul didn't suck ass they'd be busy with cool covey music and awesome new legislation.
in a better universe i am 100% certain snowbairdplinth could've managed a fairly bloodless revolution, six decades early.
#they're all idiots in canon but if they listened to each other?#if coryo opened up to the idea that control could be achieved through means other than brutality?#if sej started thinking through his rebellious plots for more than five minutes and used his money to affect large-scale change?#if lucy gray willingly inserted herself into politics for the good of the nation?#ugh we could've had it allllllLLLLL#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#coriolanus snow#lucy gray baird#sejanus plinth#snowbaird#snowjanus#snowbairdplinth#snowjanusbaird#<- idk what the proper ship name is T-T#at this point i'm gonna start tagging all my bullshit aus with#fuck coriolanus' canon asshattery
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unrelated to my last post BUT here u gooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO!!!!! yaheag YOU CAN COLOR YOUR MESSAGES??L HUH
#total drama#td alejandro#alejandro burromuerto#total drama alejandro#td noah#total drama noah#noah sterecra#alenoah#soooo please please pleaaaaseee#let MEEE#GET WHAT I WAAAAANT#LORD KNOWS#IT WOULD BE THE FIIRST TIIIMEEED#plot twist chat#did yall see jt coming NOO YOU DDINRT!!T!!
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saw this on the forbidden app could not resist reposting because it’s true. “the one who waits is almost here” is lazy LAZY writing. stop dangling lore in front of our faces… make it SUBTLE. show not tell…
did russell go to the chibnall school of bad screenwriting before his return because these episodes do genuinely feel like they’ve been created by a different person entirely than the emotionally intelligent, thoughtful showrunner who gave us the first four series
#i want to like it… and some aspects are cool; the meta plots and the fourth wall breaking and non-diegetic music and stuff… but#the exposition dumps are truly s11 level#it’s so… CBBC.#moffat save us steven come save us stevennn#dw#doctor who#doctor who spoilers#the devil’s chord#space babies#rtd2#russell t davies#doctor who negativity#doctor who meta#fifteen#fifteenth doctor#ncuti gatwa#bad wolf#jamie.txt#dw negativity
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fake ep idea + doodles
#i was thinking abt how funny it would be if there was a shiftythrifting blog equivalent in lmk. and half the stuff on there is#submitted by wukong. so i thought a yard sale ep would be funny lol#basically the hoard becomes problem one way or another and wukong figures the best way to get rid of his junk is thru ebay#somehow ends up selling world ending artifacts to random megapolis citizens so mk mei and redson have to scramble to find em#purposely meant to mirror the weekly shenanigans s1-2 style eps that are really goofy (dumpling ep noodles ep etc)#but it gets darker and darker because MK is not fucking ok after that whole thing with the scroll and some unchecked identity crisis#for me id want him to kind of. freak tf out because they have to find MULTIPLE chaos inducing items that could end the world while trying t#be sillygoofy and funny about it. so hes trying to mask his panic with “ohhh guys its just like the good ol days ^_^ remember that ^_^”#ESPECIALLY after that whole thing with the ink scroll. also mei doesnt buy any of it and is worried for him the whole time#as for the B plot it could be monkey king also trying to be very relaxed abt selling 4000 years worth of stuff and tang getting all huffy#like “these are priceless artifacts that could help us learn so much about the past!! wtf man!!!”#and maybe it reveals smth like wukong not wanting to hold on anymore bc his past weighs him down. and theyre all reminders#i think azure mentioned that wukong is sentimental (idk if that was genuine or lying to mk) so that could be touched on to#so basically. the theme would be some sort of conversation abt nostalgia. i think. im not a writer so its very fuzzy in my head#if anyone wants to add on or include their own spin on it feel free. also included undercut redson as a treat somewhere in there#myart#lego monkie kid#monkie kid#lmk red son#lmk mei#lmk MK#lmk xiaotian#lmk xiaojiao#lmk sun wukong#lmk swk#doodles#lmk tang#lmk pigsy#lmk traffic light trio#yard sale ep
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Everyone in the gt community acting like they wouldn’t be terrified of a giant suddenly appearing
#YOU LIARS#THATS HORRIFYING#i’d give up atp#just lay down and wait for the end#I love the stories but guys#thats scary#we dont have plot armor#gt#giant#tiny#giant/tiny#g/t
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DC X DP Prompt *19*
Daniel Kane knew that he was different. The older he got, the more he remembers about a different life. A life with a different older sister - Jazz - and not in Gotham, but somewhere in the Midwest. But he didn't dwell on it to much. He loves his sister Martha and he couldn't be happier for her. She married Thomas Wayne and they both seemed to be so in love. Then Martha got pregnant and a few month later he held his little godson/nephew Bruce in is arms.
Daniel stayed close to the Waynes and was more often in their house then not. But he also started to remember more, things that seemed impossible. Like a blues skinned, floating boy/man/grandpa. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror, his features looked wrong for a split second. White hair, green eyes and far to young. But he pushes all of this away and tries to live a normal life.
Then his sister and Thomas die. So he does the only right thing and becomes little Bruce's Guardian. It's hard, even with Alfred's help. But he tries do be there for him, while grieving behind closed doors.
When Bruce comes to him, to tell him about his idea to protect the people of Gotham, he first wants to objects, but something tells him that this needs to happen.
So after a few years Bruce becomes Batman. And Daniel worries every night, but he somehow knows that his nephew is doing the right thing.
And as their family grows, he can´t help but be grateful, even though his memories become more and more distorted. It was like he had a life before this one. A life of a normal middle class kid, then a teen hero with outlandish powers. But he was never much older than Damien in his memories, even though he got a new one almost every night.
At some point he started to write everything down. He hid his notes from the rest of the family, until one day when he had a strange feeling. He left everything out in the open for the others to find.
Daniel Kane wasn’t seen again after this day.
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The same day, a black haired teen stepped into a portal to another dimension, dying without dying.
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Clockwork had a sad smile on his face. But this was what had to be done to right the timeline. Danny Phantom couldn’t exist without Daniel Fenton, so he needed to make sure that this time someone was around who could also protect his human side.
After his identity got revealed accidentally and his parents captured him, it didn’t take long till his human half couldn’t take it anymore. He was only able to rescue the full Ghost of Danny Phantom and it took so long for the young ghostling to heal.
He send his soul back to reincarnate in the past so that they could change everything and he was again able to become the Ancient of Balance. But the moment that Daniel Fenton formed as a Ghost the soul of Phantom had to be reabsorbed into him. And so Daniel Kane would no longer exist.
But Bruce Wayne would still see him as family and Danny would get the family he deserved, even if he didn’t know this anymore.
#skylers prompts#dcxdp#dcxdp prompt#dpxdc#don't tag the danny phantom fandom#bruce wayne#danny fenton gets reincarnated as Daniel Kane#Danny is Martha Waynes younger Brother#Danny is Bruce uncle and godfather#reveal gone wrong#Dannys human half died#Danny adopts Bruce#Bruce adopts Danny#adopt-ception#Daniel Kane dosn´t really know whats going on#until he is almost about to vanish#from uncle to youngest brother#Dannys life is weird#Clockwork looked for the best time line#and of course it was the most complicated adoption plot ever
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To lose one’s faith… is to lose one’s ability to see in the dark….
#been thinking about that discarded vessel recently#I hope it’s not lonely. it’s been stuck in the game files for almost 5 years. like this thing needs therapy#I hope it comes back with an epic backstory and revenge plot ngl#I’ve been reading a lot of fan fiction if you can tell#the fics with the vessel are kinda intriguing 👀#quote by me. aren’t I poetic ❤️#art#my art#deltarune#goner vessel
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any smut fic recs? 👀
OOOH YES!! my main consumption is literally 90% pwps and/or contains smut, and about 95% are dmhp fics 🫣 i do enjoy plot-heavy fics, but i like when there is spice!
i made this drarry praise kink fic rec list before, check that out! here are some other ones:
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all hues in his controlling by wolfpants (1k)
harry de-ages himself for kinky birthday sex with draco. morally grey and hot indulgence of age difference and virginity kink.
the best treasure is up harry's arse by bafflinghaze (2k)
bratty harry feat. draco's dirty mouth and obsession with his arse. ticks off all the kinks i want in a fic 🥴
smart brevity by lucifergraced (3k)
draco malfoy is an arse man. he likes what he sees, he will take what he wants. uniform kink and fingers in mouth. that's it.
arms and elbows by iota_after_dark (3k)
harry is desperate to please draco, which means trying something new - fisting. draco is so bossy and hot here. also they're weirdo roommates w/ zero boundaries lol.
dirty fucking dangles by p1013 (5k)
hockey players who get the hots for e/o's impressive athleticism. is it normal to have a crush on someone who will literally crush and bruise you on the ice? not unless you like impact play!
all i have to do by fluxweed (9k)
draco expects a hyper-realistic sexual fantasy and unknowingly ends up w/ the real deal. harry leaves hermione hanging for an hour to indulge in this sudden dreams-come-true sexcapade. oops.
just a trial run by tenthousandyears (9k)
d/s fic that blew my mind. plays with alcohol kink, praise kink, "sex worker" kink, consensual dub-con, and more. discovering what they like and realizing they love e/o by doing lots of debauchery!
the complete idiot's guide to losing your entire mind by oknowkiss (10k)
utterly depraved. no nut november concept where draco greedily controls harry's orgasms and harry is super sex-dumb. i love the pipeline of fwb to "i love you, didn't you know we've been dating?"
two weeks by shiftylinguini (21k)
overprotective possessive veela harry, who is emotionally sick until he "meaningfully connects" w/ his important person... aka, draco! the sexual tension and pining is portrayed so well, and creatively manifests in harry's new veela body. i love this wry humor, no-nonsense draco so much.
lusimeles by orphan_account (23k)
devastatingly tender. harry is self-destructive in dealing w/ his trauma, but Mr. Draco Malfoy wrecks his plans. draco just knows what needy harry wants and needs, which is to be taken care of, loved, and kept. i love this line from harry: "how nice it was to be understood without words." 🥹
only for october by dodgerkedavra (53k, wip)
lovely fic disguised as an unassuming "fwb have a kinky month of sex" story. drarry deal with inner demons by taking care of e/o through sex to ground themselves in reality. they fall in love in the process AND there's an intriguing mystery plot. it's so good.
whisky-tango-foxtrot by vukovich (58k)
transformed my life. i've read this like 5 times? unrelentingly absurd and over-the-top funny with refreshing characterization and humor. drarry's animagus traits seep into their human behaviors, leading to adrenaline junkie, horny trashy slut harry x inexperienced, dramatic, mate-for-life draco. this fic isn't for everyone, but it's a hot wild ride.
#found fics that actually have plots#idr how i found w-t-f (just realized it makes this abbreviation WHICH IS SO?? IT REALLY IS LIKE A WHIRLWIND OF WTF??)#but i am so glad i found it#i tend to reread the same smut fics too lol they're faves for a reason!#drarry#drarry smut#drarry fics
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Viviz fizeram um personagem nessa famosa cmm de nepo-babies que tem um bg onde o personagem tem mutação genética. Agora eu fico aqui imaginando se isso pode ou não ser problemático por que o FC em si ta em perfeita saúde e condição física. Mesma coisa quando se coloca câncer no bg etc. muita gente teve contato com vários tipos de doenças e entra no rp procurando por paz e acaba encontrando gatilho com coisas assim. Não sei dizer se isso é um pensamento capacitista, mas acho pesado demais colocar doenças assim em rpg.
Olá, anon!
Olha, não sei qual o contexto dessa mutação genética, já que até daltonismo e heterocromia podem ser consideradas mutações, se não me engano! Mas sendo isso ou sendo algo fantasioso, vou falar um pouco sobre o que acho de desenvolvimentos mais sérios. Ou seja, envolvendo doenças e deficiências.
Já recebemos asks enviadas por PCDs antes, e essas pessoas estavam justamente falando sobre o medo que notam nos players em relação a esse tipo de desenvolvimento. Acredito que isso também funcione para doenças e outras condições, como neurodivergências, por exemplo. Não culpo quem tem medo de arriscar desenvolver esses tópicos, já que, do meu ponto de vista, esse receio venha porque a pessoa não quer cometer gafes ou ofender alguém. Ao mesmo tempo, acredito que quase todo tipo de plot é interessante se bem desenvolvido e com o assunto sendo respeitado, se ele pedir por isso.
Gatilhos com doenças sempre vão existir, e também não é culpa dessas pessoas por se sentirem assim, já que elas ou pessoas próximas podem ter passado por algo parecido e é difícil desconectar. Porém, acredito que vários outros plots explorados hoje em dia também representam um gatilho pra alguém, mas eles continuam por aí e as pessoas conseguem conviver muito bem com quem escolheu esse tipo de desenvolvimento.
O ideal é mutar palavras-chave caso o incômodo seja muito grande, já que um player e um plot não representam uma comunidade inteira. Também é bom não ler BGs com alerta de gatilho, porque nunca é bom subestimar o que pode te deixar mal ou não, e evitar o mesmo com selfparas. E o importante pra quem escolhe abordar qualquer tópico sensível ou complexo nas suas histórias é saber o que está fazendo; não viver pisando em ovos, mas também não transformar nada em algo banal.
No mais, é bom tomar cuidado com esse julgamento do FC em "perfeitas condições físicas", anon. RP não é pra ser coisa séria, já falamos sobre isso, mas ele também pode ser lugar para falar sobre assuntos importantes e desenvolver plots mais profundos. Não acredito que players tenham gatilho com PCDs e neurodivergentes (espero que não, pelo amor de deus), apesar de entender o desconforto quando uma doença como o câncer é abordada de alguma forma. Mas é bom olhar pra dentro de si e se perguntar o porquê desse incômodo e qual o motivo pra você encarar todas essas coisas como problemáticas, anon. Capacitismo estrutural é muito real e por muitas vezes nós nem percebemos quando ele aparece no que a gente diz.
Um beijo e muita calma nessa hora.
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hello,
black mirror
#god of war#god of war ragnarok#gowr#gow#sindri#brok#gow sindri#gow brok#unofficially this technically is a scene from an AU i made up ages back but never made anything open about lol#i have a terrible ability to generate many fun ideas and just cook them all inside like a rice cooker on eternal 'keep warm' setting#many of them aren't full meals because i always end up missing a few vital scenes that would make them a proper narrative#so i just have a bucket 90% filled awesome stuff that vaguely follows some kind of common plot/timeline/vibes#officially i suppose i was just wanting to see these short guys again and practicing some slightly more proper coloring and brushing#metallics are a bitch to render but also fun in a way for the shinies#>>mango(t)art#other brother au (gow)
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"Under fantasy disguise" part Pomefiore (1)
Fantasy AU “Under fantasy disguise”: world lore (prologue) heartslabyul savanaclaw octavinelle scarabia
trigger warning: some self hate, reader in really bad state (but there is nothing grafic), barrely edited text.
At some point, the clouds flying past completely erased the idea of time and space. Slowly brightening sky marked the beginning of a new day. The lump in throat, the approaching nausea and self-loathing merged into one large layer, settling like a burden in your chest. A heaviness that radiates unpleasantly throughout the whole body.
You wanted to pry open chest if only it could give at least a little peace of mind.
However, the much-desired peace would not come. The subconscious told you, or maybe you yourself understood that you couldn’t let go of the situation. Frankly, what happened - all at once - was not your fault. It wasn’t, but selfishness and the banal desire to survive stuck needles into such a subjective concept of conscience, which you didn’t even suspect. When you live in a world of technology - when you don't have to make tough decisions - the world seems simpler.
You didn’t know where the carpet was going. Perhaps it was simply obeying your unspoken impulse to get away. Anywhere. To a place where it will be at least a little easier.
However, during the time you spent in this world, you managed to come to terms with the thought: it won’t get better. The further you plunged into unfamiliar lands and got to know its inhabitants, the harder the blow to your mental health. At some point you thought that the happiest time of your forced journey was wandering in the mountains.
Taking a shuddering breath, you froze abruptly, noticing movement out of the corner of your eye. Something flew past at incredible speed. Glancing briefly at the sleeping cat, you clenched your fists, your nails - or what was left of them - digging into the skin of your palms. The pain helped calm down a little and focus on my surroundings. A moment and something flew by again, this time very close.
It didn't seem to you.
Waking Grimm up with your left hand, you tried to look down. The carpet did not slow down, and therefore it was difficult to try to see anything. The barely brightening sky did not help at all. Suddenly the fabric shook and you felt something cold millimeters from your other hand. Imagining the worst, you looked down, noticing the thin scratch on your skin and the arrow.
Everything inside you suddenly stopped.
Heart began to beat sharply, making already labored breathing difficult. The mind tried to come up with a solution, an escape, something, but apparently the third arrow was the last warning. The last one before something incomprehensible collided with the carpet, paradoxically sobering and frightening at the same time. Intuitively stretching out your hands towards the sound of meowing, you realized in horror that you were falling down. The carpet, which had saved your life several times, was flailing in the air, trying to extinguish the flames that were engulfing the fabric faster and faster.
You closed your eyes and prepared to fall. The sharp blow, it felt like it, knocked out the remaining oxygen on the branch, as did a further fall onto the wet grass. The pain darkened vision. You wanted to scream, but you didn’t have the strength to unclench teeth and utter even a sound. Bent over, you still clutched Grimm to your chest, simultaneously trying to think about something good.
Heartslabyul still caused waking nightmares, but there were incredibly beautiful roses there. Flowers. Pleasant baking aroma. The softly shining sun.
A slow, careful breath literally created a storm inside. The lungs protested, the muscles tensed to the limit. It would be so easy to close your eyes and plunge into darkness if it weren't for the adrenaline still flowing through your veins. Your attacker was still somewhere nearby.
Sitting up with an effort of will, you could hardly resist so as not to fall back. Your side was burning, and the notorious stars were flying before eyes. What kept you from giving up was the realization that the breathing of the cat, limp in your arms, was becoming weaker. The fear of being alone in this world turned out to be enough of an incentive to go against everything: fate, a tired body and, possibly, broken bones.
A rustling sound came very close, and you tensed, preparing for the worst. Having spotted a dry branch nearby, you wondered how much time and effort it would take to grab it. There was a rustling sound again, and this time the steps took him by surprise, but a child appeared from behind the bushes. Even in the semi-darkness, you noticed his light gray hair and pointed ears. Gradually, two more appeared behind him: one with burgundy strands sticking out to the sides and a gloomy expression on his face, and the second, ready to fall asleep at any moment.
The very first, apparently the main one of the trio, took a step forward, raising his hands in a calming gesture, "How are you feeling? How many fingers am I showing?"
You just shook your head, closing your eyes. The voice of reason insisted that you had to run, but fear for Grimm did not allow you to take even a step..
"Us.. can.. help.. you.. "you didn’t recognize your own voice. It sounded so quiet and muffled that you doubted whether you were heard. Your throat burned, but you opened your mouth again to repeat the request as many times as necessary.
"Dominic, it’s not a good idea to bring someone you don’t know home, is it?" The gloomy child spoke, and for a second you again started to panic. "If we bring everyone we meet and cross, we ourselves will soon become the King’s target."
King? That's all you needed. Previous territories also had heads, but facing the “royal family” sounded much more terrible and problematic
"..only a night.. I can.. stay in the forest.. only Grimm.." It seemed like torture to pronounce every word. Your vision was blurry, but you were obliged to hold out.
“Another guest won’t be such a problem,” Dominic answered. "Can you get up?"
No. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to get up. You couldn't even lie to yourself. You didn’t even have to answer, the main one came up and extended his hands to the cat. With trembling hands, struggling not to pull them away, you allowed the cat to be taken away
"Groom, stay and look after last one. Shelpi and I will go get Neige"
The one who was called Groom grumbled without ceasing, but still approached you. Watching the children disappear among the greenery, you allowed yourself to relax. At least Grimm was safe.
"Hey. Hey! Come to your senses!"
You felt someone shaking your shoulder, but you couldn’t make out anything else. Only at some point did you hear someone’s worried voice, but you couldn’t make out what exactly he was saying.
You came to your senses, then fell into oblivion again. Voices, sounds, light caused dizziness and rejection. The only thing you remembered throughout the entire chaotic state was that pleasant voice and someone’s warm hands.
"You woke up!" Someone voiced it before you even realized it yourself. It’s just that at some point you stopped distinguishing between reality and a dream, but it seems that this time you were definitely in reality. "Wait, I'll call Dominic"
This name fluttered familiarly in memory. That's right, that was the name of the bright child. Following with an unfocused gaze the young man - although now in your eyes he was just a colored spot - who quickly rushed off somewhere, leaving you with him for a minute.
Closing your eyelids, you tried to focus on the present. You weren't abandoned in the forest, that's a plus. The attacker didn't show up yesterday, or maybe you just weren't found. The questions “Who” and “Why” remained unanswered. It would be possible to close your eyes and not chase your tail, as before, but your intuition suggested that this time it would be different. That this was just the calm before the next storm. But you no longer had the strength to look for shelter so as not to be carried away to the mercy of fate.
A quiet knock brought you back to reality. It was strange, the young man didn’t seem to lock the door. Opening your eyes slightly, you squinted, trying to make out the newcomer. As you thought, it turned out to be the same child. Next to him stood someone your age - maybe a little older or younger - with a friendly smile. The corners of your lips slightly twitched upward, but they couldn’t become the same full-fledged smile.
"Are you feeling better now?" Asked the child, who continued speaking after a nod from you. “You’re probably still confused, so I’ll try to speak more slowly. My name is Dominic, my dwarf brothers and me have been living in this forest for a very long time. And this,” he pointed at the young man, “is Neige. Although you may already know him. Let me know what happened to you?"
"…if.. I knew.. someone attacked us while we were flying on the carpet.. we turned over and fell, Grimm.. Grimm! Where is he?" An attempt to sit up abruptly was unsuccessful, causing more circles under the eyes and weakness. A brunette who appeared next to you prevented you from turning over and falling out of bed
"Your friend is okay!" The dwarf immediately answered hastily. "He, like you, needs to rest. But you need to do this first. During the fall, you broke a rib" you immediately touched your burning side. “It will take time to heal.”
"Do you know who could have attacked you?“ The young man asked softly, holding out a glass of water that had come from nowhere. However, you weren't complaining.
Having given a short thank you to him and the boy, as a sign that you were already feeling better, you began to hastily rebuild your plan of action. It was impossible to linger, but on the other hand, going in the current state was no less stupid. You understood that the fall could not have happened without something - there was a limit to luck and the capabilities of the human body - but the awareness did not brighten up what was happening.
“No.. No, this is my first time in these lands,” after a couple of sips it became easier to speak. “We were flying… yes, we were flying,” you strained your tired memory. "…someone shot! I remembered the arrow!" Looking hopefully at Dominic, you saw a worried look. As if he realized who exactly attacked you and the Grimm. For some reason, you doubted whether it was worth finding out the truth. "This is not someone from the royal family, right?"
You tried to laugh, but it sounded pathetic even to your own ears. For some reason, the duo didn't appreciate your joke.
“It might have been Rook,” you frowned, another new name. “He works as a hunter and serves Vi,” the young man tried to keep the conversation going with the same light laugh, which came out better than yours. However the impression he made was the same - he did not inspire confidence.
“Vi?” You asked carefully, afraid to confirm your fears.
"Exactly, you don’t know. That's what I call Vil, he is the king of these lands. We saw each other quite often at the castle!"
You were doomed. You could see the world literally crumbling before your eyes. This is exactly what was needed for happiness. Purely to confirm what you already suspected, you turned to Dominic, "What is the probability that… how did you call him, Rook?.. Reported everything to the king?"
Silence was a convincing enough answer.
Despite the chance of being discovered, you remained in the dwarves' house. It was inspired by the hopelessness and persuasiveness of Neige, who took upon himself the responsibility of your personal doctor. Although this was too strong a word, the process was still more led by the chief of the dwarves. Gradually you got to know the others.
Groom and Shelpi were part of the company that day. Although the first one was rude and hot-tempered, you couldn’t call him bad. It just took some getting used to. Shelpi was his opposite. A dwarf with a perpetually sleepy look, although you could understand him. In your current state, all you wanted to do was sleep.
There were four more gnomes: Timmy, Toby, Snick and Hop. You saw Timmy only from afar and only in someone else’s company. Perhaps he was just nervous around strangers. Toby was a sweetheart whose memory failed him more often than usual. Hop was a classic example of a cheerful child, and Snick's specialty was his perpetual allergies.
Watching their noisy but cheerful routine was a pleasant change from the nightmare that was happening in your life before. Nevertheless, you remembered Heartslabyul’s experience and were in no hurry to relax.
The more time you spent in their friendly company, the stronger the feeling of guilt grew. Understanding that they would come for you. Now or a little later didn't matter. Just like how many troubles befell the cat’s head for the company. Asking to take care of Grimm was another breaking through the ceiling called “selfishness,” but… that incident made it clear that problems were pouring down on your head more and more often. Their consequences were becoming increasingly difficult to correct.
Living with guilt was unbearable.
So much so that you were unable to look into the eyes of your faithful friend, who has literally gone through thick and thin with you, and you decided to leave him.
You didn't even hope for forgiveness. Deep inside you understood that this was just an attempt to come to an agreement with yourself, a struggle for the opportunity to hate yourself a little less. Looking at the recovering cat, this thought took root more firmly in his consciousness.
The pathetic excuse “it will be better this way.”
Gradually you were allowed to take short walks. Your side still hurt, as did the wounds on back, but the fresh air helped to distract you and not drown in self-flagellation. The only activity for which you always had the strength.
Hoping to find your things, you tried to find the crash site from memory. It was stupid, especially since those trinkets were of no value. To some extent, they simply gave an imaginary sense of belonging. Reminders of your home world, which seemed farther and farther away day by day.
Moving aside the branches, you were finally able to find the desired clearing. It was like all the others, but some internal awareness did not allow you to pass by.
Check and leave.
Simple plan - simple implementation. Searching among the bushes without bending down was another challenge. Having sat down, you rose to your feet again with great difficulty, the shooting pain in your lower back made itself felt every time you tried to find your treasured things.
Breathing heavily, you leaned your hand on the trunk of a nearby tree. A little break won't hurt anyone, that's for sure in your condition. Taking a deep breath, you glanced around the clearing once again, making mental notes of where the bag might have been thrown.
There was not a soul around, or at least it seemed so. Perhaps over time you became too suspicious, but at the moment you could not leave the feeling of being watched, no matter how stupid it may sound. Who could be in the deep forest, right? Unless… who attacked you and the Grimm that day. You tsked and took another breath, trying to calm down.
It was dangerous to return to the house: you didn’t want to let Neige and his friends down. Trying to escape in an unknown direction was reckless. You didn’t know these places, one wrong turn and Robinson Crusoe will appear in this forest. Although you doubted that this world had heard of him. The possibility of becoming a discoverer was not encouraging.
"Ma cheri! What a rarity it is to find such a beautiful creature in such a dense thicket,” a voice that came out of nowhere took you by surprise.
Turning towards the sound at a speed you didn’t know you were capable of, you saw a strange blond-haired young man.
“Are you… talking about me?..” You asked carefully, simultaneously looking for a way to escape. Now the suspicions no longer seemed groundless.
"Oui! Yes and yes! A triple "yes" is not enough to prove the sincerity of my words. How brave and reckless are walks in the wilds, where every animal and people poses a danger. I had already decided that that knowledge, Fata Morgana, which had darkened my mind and revealed such a fragile angel in human form!"
He spoke a lot and not very clearly, sometimes you lost the thread of the story. In your best times, you didn’t like such conversations, let alone today. However, this was a good opportunity to look at the blond. He was wearing a cream-colored tunic, loose pants and a hat with a fluffy white feather.
It was necessary to come up with an excuse and as quickly as possible. Perhaps you would be able to wander around, wait for him to leave, and return home without consequences. However, this would be too loud a statement. If there's one thing life has taught you, it was not to think ahead of time.
"Thank you, I guess?.. Did you want something?" You decided to ask directly.
"Oh, that's right. Wandering among the flora and fauna, I found one interesting little thing,” he sadly shook his head while you did everything to prevent doubts from showing on your face. "Obeying the will of my heart, I am trying to find the owner."
Emphasizing the last word, he smiled, narrowing his eyes. The nature of the emotion that flashed through them made you shiver.
"Well, I wish you good luck in your search, sir.."
"Hunt! But you can call me by my name, just Rook,” digging your nails into the palms, you kept a friendly expression on your face through an effort of will. The blond raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, and then also calmly began to close the distance. "I don’t dare to hope that you have heard of me. However, like me about you. His Majesty, Roi du Poison, has been wanting to meet you for quite some time, and who are we to refuse him."
Looking ahead at the outstretched hand and the unshakable figure of - as Neige said - the hunter, you doubted that you had any chance of escape.
#tenshi talk#it was written.. in last august.#yes yes yes i know all you might want to tell me#i won`t blame you for forgeting this series#but!#i don`t have anything to post so let it be#maybe i`ll finish pomefiore`s part bu don`t get your hopes hight about last dorms#i.. tired of this plot and idea to write a proper continuation#twisted wonderland#twst#yandere twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#yandere twst#yandere x reader#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#pomefiore#twst rook hunt#rook hunt#twst vil#vil schoenheit#twst epel#epel felmier#twst neige#neige leblanche#i didn't know that i missed writing rook until this moment
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I think we should just bring back Wungo Wednesday and start a fandom collective anime rewatch
#Because otherwise I can feel I won't last much longer#Because like. The last two hyperfixations of mine ended the moment I started feeling like there wasn't any new content#And two days ago in one day I started a new manga a new book and rewatching a favourite show#Whereas I hadn't started anything new in the two years ever since I got into bsd. Which makes it NOT a good sign#But the bsd anime has now ended for one month and 25 days and that's the last time the plot actually moved forward.#And if I counted right. The manga took 4 chapters (that is chapters 110-111) to adapt 6 minutes#That means it's going to take another 12 months (18 minutes left to adapt. that's 12 more chapters) to catch up with the anime#Yeah I'm not. sticking around this long with nothing new to see I'm sorry#Best case scenario I take a one year hiatus but that doesn't make it sound likely that I'll be back#And I know it's fresh news as early as this morning that author said they were introducing a new character but like.#They also said they finished writing this arc like. One year and half ago if I remember correctly?#And we still have yet to see the end of i t so...#That is to say. I'll probably be starting an anime rewatch starting next Wednesday. I've been meaning to do it for a while anyway#I don't want to leave the fandom I like the one chapter a month format#On the positive news I still have a queue of original posts that spans over ten months#And I was meaning to start the reblogs queue too in these days. So there's that#random rambles
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An AU where Kon saves and befriends his many clones ( + Travv)
Context and rambles are in the tags
#toasts art#Kon El#Match DC#Seraph DC#Travv DC#Clone shenanigans au#<- for potential future doodles#For clarification Match (SB94) and Match (T shirt variant) are two separate people specifically for this au#Listen every time Match shows up in the comics he is a whole different character in entirely. He is horrendously inconsistent#and I don't forgive Geoff Johns for just making him a different version of Bizzaro because Match in SB94 was pretty interesting to me#Travv is here too as honorary Kon clone#and so is Seraph because she might count more as a test tube baby come to think of it#DC is weird when it comes to clones because if you're going with the Clex clone retcon then Kon wouldn't be a clone either.#he'd be a tube baby#Anyway Kon is living with 4 clones and 3 of them might be plotting his downfall#I don't know who'd be interested in this au specifically#but I gotta learn to post self indulgent stuff sometimes
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so on top of haein and hyunwoo's very complicated romance plot (with loooots of subplots like divorce, miscarriage, terminal illness, amnesia, etc), there's also family drama, business drama, and a pyscho villain plot likeee can the writer chill and pick just 1-2 max
#like am i the only one who doesnt care abt the other plots#im really only here for baekhong and baekhong only T-T#ok maybe haeins bro and sis in law story is starting to get interesting too#but like why are there 37504 other stuff happening#im sorry i cant wait for the next ep i just wanna tune in what happens to baekhong next#kdrama#queen of tears#jana watches
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