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hikennosabo · 7 months

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trimax vol 13 random thoughts (ch 1-4)

ohhhh i can't believe we're almost to the end... i'm so full of anticipation. love to see my boy livio on the cover :)

why does it say THIS on the back cover lol??? vash isn't DEAD as much as he'd like to be :')

i LOVE the pirate-themed joke covers... impeccable timing as i'm (slowly) watching opla this week lol. elendira looks so dashing in her outfit :') the inner illustration with vash and legato is great too, i love it~

chapter 1:

the flashback to legato getting accordion'd... i miss knives's long hair tbh...

wait i'm obsessed with this image of legato. dare i say gender envy

i'm admittedly confused about what's going on in this scene... someone in the tag said vash is using his bullets to block the cannonfire, but i don't know if that's what's happening...? he definitely did not do that when the cannon fired in the previous chapter, and i think the ガガガ sfx are sounds from the cannon firing, not a gun... so why is vash screaming? not like he needs a specific reason to scream in his situation, i'd want to scream too.

legatoooo your silhouette is so striking

i enjoy knives's expression here, it's as if he's saying "i dare you to go ahead and try," lol

it also hurts just a little to see knives like this compared to his current self. him being human-shaped feels like it was so long ago.

he's being so mean and dismissive on purpose but his yawn is so cute :')

this has nothing to do with what's going on, but i wonder if knives can even sleep at all in the state he's in. i don't think he can...

"admire"... i've only ever made jokes about this myself so don't take this too seriously but i wonder why legato x vash is such a rarepair. y'know, the toxic psychosexual obsession type of ship. especially with what happens right after this with legato seeing himself in vash? "recognition of the self through the other" is pretty standard ship fuel...

......although... if the two of them stopped fighting right now and kissed each other instead, i think THAT would shock knives so much just long enough that chronica could successfully blast him with the cannon. boom, fight over, problem solved, roll credits (i'm joking I'M JOKING)

on a more serious note i'm chewing on glass

legato looks at vash and sees a broken man, sees his past self... and laughs in disbelief... as a legato fan i should have more to say about this but. i don't know how to articulate anything besides eating glass

uuuugggghhh i'm laying on the floor. the juxtaposition of how much my heart hurts at this vs me thinking legato's insane expression and little fangs are cute

a silly vash face, a rare sight in this volume...!!! also... ALL the gung-ho guns? i say once again: elendira didn't get a coin. so i ask again: did she refuse to participate because it's legato? or does this mean legato didn't think vash could kill elendira?

also, "kill"... lol. not even all of them are dead, and as for the ones that are, exactly zero of them were killed by vash's hand.

oh this is diabolical. heinous even. that the point of this entire farce was so fucking frivolous is so fitting for him, i love it

chapter 2:

vash is FUCKING PISSED

it's interesting that vash is including razlo and zazie among the "dead" ghg... livio was included at the end of the last chapter too, and he's certainly not dead, except in a metaphorical "my past self is dead" sense... is vash assuming that razlo is gone forever? like how i did until i read this volume?? and i don't think vash even knows what happened to zazie at all...?

speaking of zazie, where are they at? their previous body was killed, but they're a hivemind, they can't die. are the worms just hanging back watching this all unfold?

ohhh boyyy like the 98 anime! (it wasn't in his mouth in the anime though...) hope we get a scene like this in stampede too so we can complete the "vash points his gun at legato's head" trifecta

i've been thinking this for a while, but... there are a lot of differences in each version of trigun, different ways the characters are adapted, but i think legato is pretty much the same in all of them. like, his powers work differently, and things happen or don't happen to him depending on the version, but personality-wise? he's the same guy at his core, i think the most "the same" out of all the other characters. that core being he is A Freak

also i don't know exactly what legato is doing in this next sequence of pages so i'm going to imagine he's hulking out because it just takes that much effort to simultaneously maneuver to summon his iron maiden and keep vash's gun in his mouth.

and then we cut to what has become my MOST ANTICIPATED FIGHT OF THIS ENTIRE STORY!!! YEAHHHH!!!

she doesn't seem surprised so much as mildly bemused, lol

she appeared suddenly behind him last volume, now it's livio's turn to suddenly appear behind her. heheheh

i ADORE their back-and-forth so much. like, a fight between 1. two of the strongest characters, 2. who also happen to be some of my favorites, 3. AND they have absolutely fantastic banter?! what more can i ask for!!!

i am in love with both of them

i'm in tears. he has no business being this cute while also pulling off such a cool move.

chapter 3:

ohhhh, so legato uses his iron maiden by swinging her around. what is this kind of weapon called... a mace? *googles* no, a mace is attached to a stick, this is actually called a flail. i see.

why does he lick vash's blood off the floor HSDLKFJDS?!?!?! i forgot how long his tongue is... god, he is such a freak (affectionate)

he can carry her over his shoulder with no problem, kick her like a soccer ball with no problem... also he's so leggy... (leg... ato...)

oh, sweetie, absolutely not.

legato's relationships are all pretty one-sided, aren't they? his relationship with knives goes without saying, but he's got a one-sided obsession with fighting vash, a rivalry that's all in his own head which vash does not reciprocate. and his relationship with elendira is one-sided the other way around in that he's the one ignoring HER goading... lol.

thinking back, vash went from "from now on, i'm hunting you!" to really wanting to avoid fighting legato for as long as possible...

OH, THE FLAIL ALSO HAS GUNS IN IT. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT DOES. HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK?! (the answer is it works because it's cool, obviously!)

livio is so CUTE!!!! he's so cute, i'm actually going to cry. if i included every cute livio panel in this post i would hit the image limit so fast.

i will post this one though because i also love how PISSED elendira is, it's so funny.

ugh, he's so cute, he's so cute, he's so cute!!!!! i can't get over how cute he is!!!!! getting a morale boost from his clothes... he's such a sweetie. head in hands. i feel like i'm going to explode from a cuteness overdose.

chapter 4:

ELENDIRA'S ROCK-LEE-DROPPING-THE-WEIGHTS MOMENT LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!!!

i am in love with both of them.

there's the number thirteen again...

it's kinda... i dunno. sad? that the earth fleet has more knowledge of what's going on than the people who actually live here...

well. one of those things isn't true anymore. :')

also, what do you mean "for some reason"?! was the tradeoff for all those fancy advances in technology the entire earth's stock of hair gel?!

LEGato...

that... sure is a lot of bullet casings... and oh... his coat is black now... like the title of the chapter... and like at the end of stampede... i see...

i think this is the most normal-looking smile i've ever seen from legato. he actually looks more handsome than insane (but still pretty insane)

WAIT, WAIT, PAUSE THE FIGHT, PAUSE THE STORY, WHO ARE THE OTHER TWO PEOPLE. TELL ME ABOUT THOSE FIGHTS PLEASE

AAAHHH!!!! THE RETURN OF!!!! OUR BOY RAZLO!!!!!! YEEEEAAAHHHH!!!!! i was honestly so sad and lowkey disappointed when i thought he was gone permanently because i ended up liking him a lot LOL i'm SO glad he's back!!!!

and with that i will end this post, to be continued in part 2...

#trigunbookclub #trigun talk #june speaks #need to proofread part 2 and add alt text then i'll post it #thought i would have this week's posts done earlier than last week's but NOPE lmao

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trentcrimminallybeautiful · 11 months

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for bee, moth, and milk: yet another ridiculous snippet, except this one's trent/ted/rebecca (DON'T QUESTION IT) and roy/keeley/jamie. ft demi genderqueer trent.

cue some more deeply stupid crack <3 don't question the context. why are they all in rebecca's office eating takeout? because they are . shhh.

anwyay this is just me making all of the characters make the kind of gender jokes i make all the time, so. lmao. it's not serious<3

(ao3.)

“This is the worst day of my life,” said Rebecca, not meaning a word of it. “I can’t believe I’m attracted to a journalist.”

“Technically,” said Trent mildly, “I’m not a journalist anymore.”

“That’s your gender,” said Ted, partly matter-of-fact and partly in the proud tone of a dad who understands a joke well enough to implement it.

“…you know what,” said Trent. “Fair enough.”

He turned to look at Rebecca, pointing his fork at her, which still had lo mein wrapped around it. “And if you really have a problem with it, you should have said something before we all slept together.”

Rebecca took a begrudging bite of her eggroll, snapping it off the way a vicious animal might snap the neck of a small bird with its teeth. “Fair,” she said.

“Anyway, imagine how I feel,” continued Trent, gesturing with his fork. “I’ve only ever been attracted to men.”

“I think my thing is worse,” said Rebecca. “Women are hotter than journalists.”

“It’s worse,” said Roy, almost a growl, then shoved some rice into his mouth so he wouldn’t be expected to keep talking.

“Women are hot,” agreed Keeley.

“Some women are journalists,” said Ted sagely.

“Didn’t we establish journalist is its own gender, now?” said Rebecca.

“Oh, oh,” said Keeley excitedly, “You guys have the trifecta!” She gestured with her hands as if reading the title of a show. “Woman! Man! Journalist!”

“I think there are more than three,” said Trent.

“Wait,” said Jamie, “which of us is the journalist?”

“I don’t think—” Trent began, but Keeley plowed right on.

“I think I’m the closest we’ve got,” she said cheerfully. “PR, and all.”

“Ooh, does that mean I can be ‘woman’?” said Jamie.

“This is stupid,” Roy said.

“Did you want to be ‘woman’?” Jamie asked, completely earnestly. “You can be ‘woman’ if you want. I’m good at being ‘man’.”

“This feels loaded,” said Rebecca to Trent, who gave a speculative, agreeing hum.

“Wait, we can do that?” said Ted, perking up, not hearing either of his partners. He turned to Rebecca. “Hey, boss, can I be ‘woman’ for a second?”

“Well, I don’t want to be ‘man’,” she said.

“You can be ‘journalist’ if you like,” said Trent, giving up on fighting this. “I don’t mind.”

“That’s worse,” said Rebecca.

“Wait, wait, no, I’ll be ‘journalist’,” said Ted. “Trent, you can be ‘woman’—”

“We can all be ‘woman’,” said Rebecca, “We don’t need to have one of each, do we?”

“No, no, I want to try ‘journalist’,” Ted said. “Can I put a pen behind my ear? I’ll borrow Trent’s a notebook.” He looked sideways at Trent. “An empty one.”

“I can be ‘woman’,” Trent said, almost tiredly. “I’ll try any of them. I don’t mind.”

“Fine,” said Rebecca, “We’re ‘woman’,” she gestured between her and Trent, “and Ted’s ‘journalist’.”

“…y’know,” said Ted, “Now that I’ve tried it, I think I’ll stick with ‘man’. It was fun to try, though!”

“Good. Trent, you’re ‘journalist’ again.”

“Can I just be all of them?” Trent asked.

“…Sure.” said Rebecca.

“Neat!” said Ted.

“I hate all of you,” said Roy.

“It’s okay,” said Jamie, patting his shoulder. “You can be ‘woman’.”

“We could all be ‘woman’,” Keeley suggested.

“No, one of each is the point, innit? Di-vers-i-teh.”

“Love wins,” said Trent dryly.

Jamie pointed at him. “Exactly!” he said, but it sounded more like exact-leh!

“You know,” said Keeley, leaning over to whisper to Roy, “this isn’t what I expected from a girl talk crisis/double date. Triple date? Whatever. Thanks for agreeing to this, by the way.”

Roy grunted in a way that said I’m saying that I hate this but I’m still here, aren’t I?

It was the kind of grunt he would let out at a Diamond Dogs meeting.

“I think it’s funny,” said Jamie. He stole a rangoon from Roy, who looked close to stabbing his hand with his fork, but reluctantly allowed it. Jamie grinned at him, and Roy looked marginally less annoyed.

“This is my nightmare,” Roy said.

“Worse than the Diamond Dogs?” Ted asked him brightly, eyebrows raising.

“What is this, anyway?” Trent said.

“Does it need a name?” said Rebecca.

“Absolutely it does!” Ted said.

“Throuple troubles?” Keeley suggested. “Triple throuple threat?”

“Love the alliteration,” said Ted brightly.

“Hate the word throuple,” said Roy. “And yes. Worse than the Diamond Dogs.”

“He’s lying,” Keeley stage whispered.

“The fuck is a diamond dog?” Jamie asked. “Is that another gender?”

“No,” said Roy at the same time Trent said, “Absolutely.”

“What, are you fucking collecting them?” Roy, rather ironically, barked at him.

“Yes,” said Trent, with no change in expression. “Yes, I am. Except for when I’m not.”

“It’s an impressive collection,” said Ted helpfully. “I’ve seen it.”

“He’s like a dragon,” said Rebecca, immediately going in on the joke.

“Piles and piles of gender everywhere,” said Ted.

“We’ve asked her to stop leaving it all over the place, but they never listen,” said Rebecca.

“A whole, shiny hoard,” said Ted. “She loves it.”

“Yes, well,” said Trent, getting a little flustered like they always did when people actually bothered to switch up their pronouns.

“Riiight,” said Jamie, in the tone of someone who didn’t understand what this meant but was enjoying it regardless. “Don’t suppose I can borrow some?”

“Jamie!” said Keeley, swatting his shoulder. “You can’t just ask to borrow someone’s gender!”

“I don’t mind,” said Trent, not missing a beat. “I’ve got a variety, any preferences?”

“This whatever it is getting too fucking elaborate,” said Roy. “I don’t know what you’re fucking saying. Gender isn’t a tangible object. It’s a fucking social construct. Fuck’s sake.”

“Do you want some gender, too?” said Jamie, batting his eyelashes.

“…what kind.”

“Any kind,” said Trent. “And you’re right, gender is a social construct. So while I was actually joking, I do actually have a lot of bracelets you could borrow. Or something.”

They jingled their wrists, showing the obvious child-made rainbow bracelets around them off.

“Do you have any earrings?” Jamie asked.

“What do you take me for,” said Trent. “Of course I have earrings.”

“Really?” said Ted, intensely. “I’ve never seen you wear earrings.”

He looked like he very much was picturing Trent wearing earrings.

“Well, it’s a whole hassle,” said Trent hastily, “with my hair and all, and also l—well, I have to tie it back, it’s—it’s a whole thing, but I have them.”

“Coach, do you want to wear earrings?” Jamie asked Ted. “I’ve got some, too.” And then to Trent, “we could swap. How would like a Jamie Tartt gender?”

“Is gender just clothes?” Roy demanded. “What the fuck.”

“No idea,” said Jamie.

“Maybe?” said Rebecca.

“Sort of,” said Keeley, as Ted said something along the lines of well, sure, I guess I’d try earrings, but my ears aren’t actually pierced—

“I do not leave clothes everywhere,” said Trent. “For the record. That was the—” he made an incomprehensible gesture. “……….gender.”

“I feel like we’ve gotten wildly off topic,” said Rebecca.

“We need to pierce Coach’s ears,” said Jamie firmly. “Immediateleh.”

“Absolutely not???” said Rebecca.

“Let him speak,” said Trent, leaning back.

“Maybe we should let a professional do that, babe,” said Keeley.

“Find me something sharp,” said Roy, which was incredibly foreboding.

“Ohkay!” said Ted. “That can be! For later I think!”

“Team field trip?” said Jamie, hopefully.

“I—maybe,” said Ted.

Jamie pumped his fist. “Yes!”

“Who says I’m not a professional?” Roy interrupted, almost a shout. “I’ve pierced ears before! Safely!”

“You have?” said Rebecca.

“I have a niece,” said Roy, as if that explained anything.

“We know, babe, but did you use the proper equipment or a random needle you found lying around?” Keeley asked.

“Do you have a needle?” Roy asked hopefully.

“Roy.”

“…okay, I didn’t use a random needle,” said Roy, sounding disappointed.

“You are really eager to stab someone, huh?” said Trent, part amused and part wary.

“Non-lethally,” Roy said, jabbing a finger in Trent’s direction.

“That is not encouraging, somehow!” said Ted.

“We should really do this more often,” Keeley said to Rebecca. “Congratulations on the hot boyfriends, by the way.”

“You too,” said Rebecca, lifting her glass. “cheers.”

“Cheers,” Keeley laughed, and clinked her glass against Rebecca’s.

trent, demi and mostly into men, being shocked to realize he's into ted AND rebecca: what the fuck rebecca, shocked and horrified to realize she's into ted AND a fucking journo: WHAT THE FUCK ted, bisexual and just happy to be here: you guys are both so hot and wonderful :)

#my writing #snippet

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purlturtle · 10 months

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Also if I can have a second - Old West 🤠

There are a couple stories in that folder, actually.

It originated when I realized that I had concrete ideas for a vampire/werewolf story and for a pirate story, and that cowboys (or girls or just wranglers regardless of gender) would complete that particular trifecta.

The thing is, the Old West is on the one hand a fascinating narrative setting, but on the other hand, a part of history that is just drenched in blood and injustice and theft and ugh. (similar, actually, to the Golden Age of Piracy, and to how a lot of vampire stories are antisemitic and xenophobic etc etc.)

And also, I'm not American much less Native American, and worry about doing any of those aspects justice. So, with all of that as a caveat, I was wondering if there are story ideas set in that time period, playing with the themes commonly associated with that setting, that I could tell for Bering and Wells. I looked at a few genre classics, at tropes and standards, and outlined a few ideas.

And then I talked with @anandabrat about the general idea of having a Bering and Wells story set in the Old West, and we went in a somewhat different direction, and developed something that is tentatively called "Paracelsus dystopia" - so not set in the *Old* West, but contemporary, but dystopian in such a way that some Western motifs (traveling on horseback, for example) apply again. Since it's a collab I'll leave it at this, but Nands, if you want to elaborate, please feel free!

#ask answered #galactic pirates #old west

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96percentdone · 1 year

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okay so I reread Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne in the middle of the night, which completes my Tanemura Trifecta of youth (1) SDC, 2) Full Moon, 3) Kaitou Jeanne). Like. I read basically anything I could get my hands on of hers until about like. idk. 2011-2012? I don't think I ever finished sakurahime. But I liked these ones the most, in that order, and it still stands.

Honestly Kaitou Jeanne is mostly a hot mess with some interesting ideas that's executed not very well executed most of the time. Lot of telling not showing. Lot of wack pacing and sudden forced romantic subplots. Noin also exists and I literally can't stand him at all and anything that comes with him everything about him is horrible I am not sorry get him out of here. But the strengths it has is with Maron and Chiaki for sure, who are delightful to watch interact, or just Maron's personal journey. A lot of the other ideas are good even if the execution is a bit sloppy. I think if it was redone it'd really slap and it'd just have a tighter grip on what it wants to say.

Full Moon is like wack pacing central oh my god that first volume feels like speedrunning three volumes worth of content. Ya girl had not figured that shit out after Kaitou Jeanne or Kyouko and it shows. Uh but most of the romantic sideplots are compelling in their own right. Sometimes the character subplots are better than the main one? (Moe and Fuzuki....) Not really a criticism, because there's still a fun dynamic with Takuto and Mitsuki, but the thing I always liked about Full Moon first and foremost wasn't the romance but the conversation about grief, and loss, and death. That's the stuff that always sticks with me, and it's definitely the strongest part. Full Moon has a lot it wants to say about dying and compassion and choosing life, and I think of Tanemura's works, its the most cohesive in that regard.

And SDC is...everything happens so fucking much over there. There are tiny hints of Tanemura's compulsion for everyone to get paired up which really only rears its head in the last chapter with like bit panels, and there are a few small instances of things being told and not shown, but to be completely fucking honest this one wins the fucking PRIZE for pacing and foreshadowing and like. Show don't tell. People (including myself) used to dunk on the twist of Maora being the postman coming out of left field but actually on the reread....the clues were ABSOLUTELY there the ENTIRE time starting in chapter ONE. Stellar execution. Even scenes that feel like they're going to fast are revealed at later points to have much deeper meaning and implication than we could fathom the first time around, (this post is good at talking about that w/ regards to chapter one's confession), and reveals are timed precisely when they would hit HARDEST.

But also SDC has the craziest shit i've ever read in my life in there. Ushio's storyline is extremely messy, mostly because it features Senri, who is like Noin 2.0 and I hate him and I want him to die, and literally literally if you just took him out and replaced him with a guy her age it would be vastly improved it just would. Maora and Maguri's romance and individual character journies are extremely fun and cute, and I overall like it, but y'know a better job could be done unpacking the gender stuff for sure. It's an earnest first effort, but definitely might have needed some workshopping. AND WHATEVER THE FUCK IS HAPPENING WITH KAZUHITO AND MAIKA DEFINITELY NEEDED WORKSHOPPING TOO BECAUSE HOO BOY. I'm not a Kazuhito hater I just think what she clearly wanted to accomplish over there is not what it actually reads like. It would not be impossible to do, but it doesn't entirely work correctly in its current form.

Which is a little. Unfortunate. Because SDC is in large part about family, and while I think Haine's relationship with every member of he convoluted family is really interesting and well done, the relationship among the Kamiya parents just kind of makes it a lot harder to accept. That said the family shit with the Togu twins is incredible, showstopping, iconic, 10/10, and Takanari is still the best love interest in one of these ever of all time FUCK you fight me. I just think it's good. Even with its problems.

#hope.txt #arina tanemura #full moon wo sagashite #kamikaze kaitou jeanne #shinshi doumei cross #the gentleman's alliance cross #phantom thief jeanne #sdc

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jsilverhvnd · 2 years

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Cyberask 2077 💖

tagged by @noirapocalypto !! :3c

1. When did you buy the game?

My brother bought it for me as a birthday present before it launched! He asked me if I wanted Cyberpunk 2077 or Assassin's Creed: Valhalla and really tried to convince me to get asscreed... I said no lmfao 😂

2. When was the moment you knew you loved the game?

The six month timeskip sequence. There was something just so endearing about Jackie latching on to V and bringing them into his life, his home, becoming partners & best friends. And it's very well done as far as cinematics go. (Though the version that has Allstar by Smash Mouth layered over it is still the best.)

3. Which character did you romance in your first playthru?

Nobody! I personally don't like any of the four romance options.

4. Whose your favorite NPC?

It's honestly difficult to pick. Johnny, of course, I love his depth and interesting personality. But I also have an extreme fondness for Vik, Misty, and Jackie, because to me they form the core of V's little found family in Night City, no matter the lifepath.

I also think Evelyn is hands down one of the most interesting NPCs and I wish we could have gotten to know her more :(

5. Did you have inspiration in mind when designing your V(s)?

I was like "I'm gonna make the most 'I listened to My Chemical Romance in high school' gender ever" and then I ended up with Valentine. My first playthrough occurred before mods were even a thing (I literally binged it the first few days it was out) and Val looked.... terrible 😂 but there are still elements of his original design in his current appearance. He has a custom-shapekeyed face now, but his eyes are still 100% the same. His hair is an edited version of the masc hair 10, which was his original hair style as well!!

6. What's your go-to vehicle?

The Porsche, but mostly because it handles well. If Delamain Jr. was easier to drive, it'd be him! I also love Jackie's Arch and the Arch Nazare. Before I get the Porsche I sometimes drive the Mizutani Shion. All of my cars are modded for custom colors (usually black 😂).

7. What's your favorite gig/mission/job?

Dream On! It's so creepy and lowkey disturbing but adds so many interesting questions/lore snippets to the world. I desperately want them to expand on the whole Peralezes - Sandra Dorsett/Night Corp - Gary the Prophet trifecta of "what the fuck?" quests.

8. Which NC radio station do you switch to the most?

I literally listen to one radio station and have across all three of Valentine's playthroughs: Morro Rock Radio. 🤣

i don't have anyone to tag but if you see this and want to do it, i'm tagging you in !! 💕💕

#i am cleaning out my drafts and found this jfnenckshfh idk why i didn't post it #anyway #about me #ig

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proudspoonie · 2 years

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I grew up wanting to be anything but “visible.” I felt/”knew” deep inside that I was broken, “bad”, and a mistake. I did anything and everything I could just to get through day after day after day after day. I was pushed kicking and screaming into “adulthood”, with the terrible trifecta of neurodivergence, addiction, and gender dysphoria. I didn’t want to live, yet somehow I didn’t think I wanted to die. There was an inkling of hope that things would get better. I watched the struggles of people around me. LGBTQIA+. Body issues. Eating disorders. Addiction. Abuse. And those who didn’t survive. I ended up holding on for them. I was a half-assed writer. Maybe, I could help chronicle their stories. Little did I know that this impulse was due to the growth in me that was speaking, albeit in a very small voice, that I had a story too.

Small changes happened when I allowed myself to feel like I had some value. Then the changes kept coming. I started getting involved in the trans community, and something in my soul awakened. A pull from the center of my chest. A feeling that I thought might be hope. This gave me what I needed to continue my journey. Addiction was finally in my rear-view, and has been for over 2.5 years. Counseling helped me unlock ways to get through the days where nothing seemed right.

Today, I am FAR from perfect. I have goals that seem very far away. But I am living authentically. Out of the shadows. Loving, and being loved in return. Healing my body and my heart. Now, I have the blessed obligation to listen to and love those that are hurting like I did years ago. Those who believe that their gender or sexuality is a curse, rather than a reason to live and love authentically.

Life is worth living. Truth is worth telling. The way we make our mark on the world is valid, and valuable.

- scarlet-druidess

- Transgender Day Of Visibility 2022

#tdov2022 #trans day of visibility #trans #transwoman #transfemme #selfie #girlslikeus #lgbtq

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ohmygodtheywereparabatai · 3 years

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hey?

hey!! sorry for the delay mg been cramming

1. First impression: The trifecta is complete! I met Crooked, then Moonsugar, and knew by the pinned art on both their blogs that you were the glue that held the holy trinity together! I so so respect and treasure each and every one of you. I could only hope to form a friendship like the one I get to bask in everyday... 😋 OC trio shenanigans bless my dash, and your art in general!

2. Truth is: I want to know if Kinumi’s single I think about Archer!Ozai all the time..... just ingenious, and incredibly thorough. When a Hou Yi!Zhao ties in, my Zhaozai heart runs w i l d

3. How old do you look: I’m going to say in the twenties. Seems to be the golden area for guessing ages, not too assumptive, not too offensive 👀

4. Have you ever made me laugh: The name Silk Disaster 😂 Prepare for trouble, and make it double (omg Ozai as Jessie and Kinumi as James... they’ve screwed with gender norms before! Is Lu Da Meowth?)

5. Have you ever made me mad: Nein!

6. Best Feature: Your ideas are. The. TEA. Jasmine, ginseng, oolong, green, your art and writing speak in ALL the tongues. 🍵 Just when you think you’ve uncovered every hidden meaning, there’s another twenty layers you forgot to peel back. Your art is ample dissertation material, and ofc your GIANT brain will be the most studied by aliens when they inevitably raze our civilization to the ground 🥰

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: Honestly I’ve answered in so many iterations of “No, and I’m not sharing Zhao” that I’m just going to write him a parody poem *ahem*

Moon slayer, never seen you smile

I’m getting you to smile some day

Oh, Moon slayer... you heart breaker...

Wherever you’re goin’, I’m hoping it rains.

(Audrey Hepburn’s “Moon River” cannot be pried from my mind 🥺)

8. You’re my: Muse! In all things and at all times.

9. An image in my camera roll I associate with you:

A really pretty sky we had once.....

Say Hey!

#you know. the kind of sky that takes your breath away? that’s you and your art #ask game #ty <33 #this is the last one in my inbox so going once... going twice...!#monochrome-swirl ~ da vinci could nEVER

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kordeliiius · 3 years

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i'm already loving your hnk&utdr crossover designs but i love how since hnk gems dont have gender you've effectively taken kris and you've confiscated almost every other character's pronouns too

I think you may have missed the part where Kris/Azurite is the only gem present?? All the monster characters were reimagined as slugs while darkners are moonies lmao

Everyone’s pretty much the same as they were in the game in terms of gender, which is easily allowed if we assume the concept of gender exists within both admirabilis and lunarian society. Tbf they probably perceive gender somewhat differently than how humans do, and their system could be more OR less restricting than our current one.

Regardless I felt like I couldn’t NOT turn Kris into the only gem in the story, not just because gems are inherently outside the binary like they are, but because of how both species trifectas line up. Admirabilis stand out, they’re colorful and diverse, almost monstrous. Lunarians appear to be from another world entirely, who knows how many secrets they hold? And the gem pushing the story forward is a lonely, misunderstood child who’s more powerful under their surface than they seem.

#asks #delta no kuni #I may have touched on this in my older posts but it’s worth explaining again #thanks so much for your interest btw ^^#kramblings

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sloppy-butcher · 4 years

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Ok,new follower here. So this blog is amazing,you writings are just beautiful. I hope I can become as good as you, beause I would like to open my own blog, but I always think my works are too bad. Anyways, I don't know if you write soulmates stuff, like your partner name is written on your body or thigs like that. If so, could you write something related with Joey and Frank sharing the same male sm reader? If you don't feel comfortable writing for three characters or for a male reader it's fine!

THANK YOU SO MUCH for your support T_T I love you so much! I encourage you to start that blog because the only way to get better is to try. and if you do start a blog, drop me that link babey

So i spent a hot minute finding which soulmate alternative universe would best fit your request since you didn’t specifically state which au you wanted. Well, i found a reaaallly interesting one. hope it’s okay

This AU states that soulmates share pain. If one is hurt the other shows their wounds or bruises. I think this will work well with Frank and Joey and a survivor!S/O. I have no problem writing for a male S/O (although i will probs just make this gender nuetral as i dont see gender really playing an important role in this (and i prefer gender nuetral tings)) or for three characters. i will have to write this in HeadCanon form as i am very lazy and i dont want to write like a full fic T_T cause you know.... i have toomuch to say

hope these are okay? ily

Soulmate Au HeadCanons: Poly!The Legion (Frank and Joey) with a Survivor S/O

They realized their connection long before they even knew you existed. The theory was that soulmates shared pain and it was obvious to them that they were meant to be together. Joey would share in Franks pain, he could feel the scar that tore across his face and Frank could feel when Joey had worked himself far past his breaking point. They thought they were the only ones connected in this psychic-link, bound by a force too grand and cosmic to be comprehended by simple-minded mortals. But like the universe, fate works in mysterious ways and everything changed when you joined the Fog.

Joey first noticed it when he went to sit down at the end of a particularly gruelling workday. He felt his left shoulder explode into a burning hot pain and his body seized with the sudden shock. He barely held back his cries of a surprise but Frank wasn’t so well-restrained. Joey heard him from across the Lodge and fearing for his friend, ran off in the direction of his call ignoring his own body screaming for him to stop. He found Frank surrounded by a worried Julie and Susie. They looked between him and Joey, expressions from behind their masks piercing through to Joey's soul. They were worried for their friends, Frank’s scream and Joey’s sluggish and limp stature was enough to tell the girls that the pain the two were experiencing was, no doubt, incredibly excruciating. No one knew what had just happened, neither of them had been hurt or injured, and they feared that maybe the two were being punished by the Entity for a lacklustre performance. But both boys assured they did well enough to keep the thing satisfied and when the pain spontaneously faded, the whole incident was pushed out of their minds and momentarily forgotten.

But the pain never stopped completely. It was sporadic, turning on randomly like a lightswitch bursting with newfound anger and agony that would contort their limbs and burn their muscles. And there was nothing they could do to alleviate the pain, no amount of massaging or rubbing could take away the sharp edge of the hurt; there weren’t even enough painkillers in the realm to quell the agony. The only thing the boys could do was just sit there and wait for the pain to decide to go away. It was torture, sometimes the simple act of sitting alone was pure unadulterated suffering. But still, the boys had no idea where this pain was coming from.

It was only after Joey returned from a trial in which he had mori’d a rather annoying and pesky survivor that something started to click. Joey walked into the main lounge of the Resort and found his friends standing around the fire pit waiting for him. Frank had his shirt off and the pants of his left leg rolled up. Ordinarily the sight of Frank without his shirt on would excite Joey but something made him hesitate. A harsh red scar ripped down Frank’s chest and when Frank noticed Joey's reaction he held out his left arm for the other to inspect. Another red wound ran across the forearm. There was no mistaking it now. It was their trademark kill, a stab at the left arm followed by the grabbing of the left ankle then finished with the brutal gutting from the collar bone all the way down to the hip. “We watched it appear.” Julie’s voice wavered with concern. “We watched it appear on him as if...” She broke off ‘as if Joey himself did it to him.’. Joey approached Frank. Through the pinpricks of his mask, Joey could see Frank's eyes and he could feel his pain. Without saying much the girls made Joey take off his own shirt and directed him to stand next to Frank. When Julie stepped back to inspect both boys she raised a hand to cover the mouth of her mask and Susie audibly gasped. They were identical, both bore the exact same scars of the exact same knife.

To be honest, the boys would never have figured out the source of their shared pain. Combined the two barely make up a single brain cell so it was by the grace of God or something else that allowed the truth to finally be exposed. It was in a trial between you and Frank. The killer had been run around for the past ten minutes and with no sign of catching his elusive prey. You were impressed by your capable teammate and when they went down just outside the opened exit gate you leapt into action to save the wounded hero. You ended up sacrificing yourself for them, a worthy trade, everyone else got out except you. And, to you, that was okay. You were okay with this. Frank, however, was not. He was beyond furious at being denied his prey and when he trudged back to your collapsed form he felt his rage overflow him. He stood over you and you smugly returned his glare. That was it. In a swift motion, he punched you in the face. Your nose broke and blood gushed out and into your mouth. You screamed out but your cries, however, were mixed in with the killers. Frank recoiled, clutching at his mask where his nose would be. You watched in shock as he spilt swear words and stomped around you.

Curiously you reached up for your busted face and using your thumb and forefinger you squeezed the throbbing nose. Frank’s cries intensified and he clawed desperately at his mask. Through the haze he caught you staring at him in shocked amusement, which he mistook for condescending judgment. He growled and stormed over to you determined to make you regret everything. Panicking you grabbed your nose again and Frank jumped back. And then all the pieces fell into place. Frank could feel your pain. His eyes widened on your collapsed body and it felt as if his world was imploding. Oh shit.

It took some convincing but eventually, you agreed to meet Frank back at the Resort. He told you there was someone else, another ‘soulmate’ in this trifecta of fucked-up bullshit. You used the term ‘soulmate’ loosely. You had heard the stories about soulmates, people destined to be together would share such a special bond that they would even share pain. But never in a million years would you have guessed that your soulmate (or soulmateS) was, a serial killer. You really wanted it to not be real, you wanted this to be some kind of dream, a sick nightmare you were experiencing while laying on your deathbed somewhere far away. But there Frank was before you at the boundary between snow and forest, like he promised you, with his partner Joey. You walked up to them and stopped at a safe distance away. Joey seemed to bloat his chest as if to say not to try anything. Frank looked at you and you knew you had to show him. Reaching up you grabbed at your nose which was starting to feel better but was still puffy and red. You put pressure on it and Frank began to shake with the pain. Frank moaned and clenched his fists in an effort to ride out the pain like Joey was but after a moment he relented and shouted at you to stop. Frank turned and muttered something to Joey who never took his gaze off you. You could have sworn that he was a stone-statue because he never moved and showed no sign that what you did had affected him in any way. But then you noticed his slight leg twitch and the irregular heaving of his chest. He did feel it. Frank returned his attention back to you and in the cold silence of realization, you said, “Well? What do we do now?”

You could have forgotten everything, walked away from the nonsensical situation that had been presented before you and continued on living a simple life devoid of drama and tension. But that life would also lack depth, something to make it special and worthwhile. You were presented with your soulmates, a rarity in this hellhole and something about the wonder of what made the universe decide to bring you all together surpassed your urge to stay away. Slowly but surely you introduced yourself into their lives. Your interactions at first were stiff and hollow, fear and uncertainty making you doubt if the boys would respect the bound of soulmates enough to not kill you or at least hurt you.

But time wore on and you became braver. They were gentle, well... they tried to be. And when you spoke with them as people do you realized that you had a lot in common with them both. And eventually, you were confident enough to laugh and joke with them.

Joey was the one who needed the most time to accept that you and he were soulmates. He eyed you suspiciously as you would talk with Frank, feeling some kind of jealousy build up in his chest. He hated how you could get Frank to react in ways he had never seen before. He hated how easy it was for you. One day when he had you alone to himself, he finally broke that long silence between you two. But where he expected a change in personality, a two-face switch, Joey only found genuineness. You were as kind and playful with him as you were with Frank, unfazed by your burden of the circumstance and not worried by his own mistakes and misfortunes. You were strong and he admired you for that. “How do you do it?” Joey softly asked clutching his hand which now held a new red welt. The mood quietened down and you turned to look at him. “How do you handle all this pain each and every day?” You reached out and gently took his hand in yours. Suddenly all his pain vanished at the contact and he slightly gasped at the shock. You were warm and comforting, like the wind of a summer’s afternoon, constant and welcoming. He raised his eyes to yours and you gave him your best smile. He melted. “One day at a time.” You replied squeezing his hand for emphasis. You relaxed and began to pull away only to stop as he held you firm, determined to not let your warmth go.

Frank always had a problem when it came to hurting you in trials. While Joey could suck it up and deal with the pain, Frank could not bear the thought of having a hook run through your shoulder and subsequently his. It was you who finally convinced him that his job was more important than your fleeting health. You took Frank's hand in yours, engulfing him in your comfort and reassurance. “We can get through this. I will get better.” He breathed out and admitted, albeit to himself, that you were right. This was a momentary instance, a speck of nothing when compared to the kind of torture the Entity would inflict on him. And it wasn’t just himself he had to look out for, it was everyone. He had you and Joey he had to look out for. With a look apologetic regret Frank would mercilessly hunt you down and when he would lift you up and onto the meat hook he could hear you at the back of his mind saying, “Suck it up, Princess.”

They would always feel awful if you had a particularly bad day. You would trudge back to the Resort trying your best to hide from their concerned eyes your bruised limb or uneven walk but of course, they already knew what had happened. Joey would sweep you effortlessly off your feet and he would not let you walk around without his assistance. Frank, although less forward than the other, would follow behind and would pester you with questions, ‘Are you okay now?’ ‘Are you comfortable?’ ‘Anyway that he could help ease the hurt?’ They both were like oversized puppies yapping at your ankles because they heard you make a noise. You’d reassure them that you were fine and after exchanging doubtful looks between each other they would give in and give you some air.

They would listen to your stories. It's one thing to experience the pain and another thing to watch it happen. You’d tell them about how you got your injuries and more often than not you would end up a broken-down and crying mess. The image of looming figures silhouetted against an endless black sky haunts your mind. Although you all share the physical scars, the mental ones stay trapped inside you. When you would become an inconsolable disaster the boys would be by your side in an instant. By the time you regained control over your anxiety, you would find yourself buried in the arms of either Joey or Frank. You face pushed deep into their bodies as if they were trying to shield you from the monster that was yourself. It was scary, they could tell. But you weren’t alone. Not anymore.

After a long day's work of causing and enduring pain, when your bodies would ache with collective suffering the 3 of you would find a quiet cove to all lie it. The boys would sleep on either side of you, draping their limps over you and almost drowning you in their weight. It felt good to be lost at sea with them, so far away from the pain of the day and from the pain tomorrow will bring. If for a moment, you all were at peace, happy and content in the embrace of your soulmates.

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd frank morrison x reader #dbd frank morrison #dbd joey #dbd headcannons #dbd soulmate au

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amelink66world · 4 years

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Love of my Life

Heyy guyss!! It's been long. This is the next chapter. If you missed the previous one, it's right below this one XD Enjoyyy!!

Miserable

Link called Jo, his best friend and present drinking buddy for some company. As the saying goes misery loves company. Link thought angrily, But I don't like misery! He was having a hard time trying to process the events of the day. What happened so suddenly? What drove her to leave me? Like I said, that woman is a mystery!

Since Jo was down with the flu, she forced Alex to keep Link company as she didn't want her best friend to suffer alone. She knew how hurt he was as he had gradually started falling for Amelia. I need to talk to her. I know she must've had her own reasons but still. That man is my childhood friend. I can't see him so hurt. Argghh.

At Joe's Bar, Link was seated at a secluded booth in the corner with Alex venting out his feelings. He was listening to the man intently trying to comprehend what to say to make him feel better. I'm married to a very manipulative woman! She always makes me do these things. What shall I do now? As far as he knew Amelia, he knew she'd come around. You just had to give her some space. She had already been through enough.

" I think Amelia dumped me," Link said with sadness hitched in his voice, sipping his drink.

" Wait. You think ? ", Alex wanted to laugh at the situation. " What does that even mean?", he said whilst chuckling.

Link was not at all surprised by the other man's reaction. He knew how Alex was. He always found comedy in every situation. He felt like laughing along with him given his current situation. " I'm not exactly sure," he said uncertainly. " Forget it. You say. What I heard, is it true? About you getting fired along with Richard and Meredith? ", Link asked inquisitively.

Alex just rolled his eyes, silently nodding with a scowl. Link took that as an affirmation.

Link grimaced, " What did you do, man? I mean, all three of you got fired." Link had a hint of mirth in his eyes.

" Ahh, it was not a big deal. Mer just did something crappy and Webber and I were just the partners in crime," Alex tries to be diplomatic but a slight raise of Link's left eyebrow prompted him to spill the truth. " Okay fine. Mer just had to go and try to impersonate Mother Teresa and obviously she committed insurance fraud. We just seemed to know about it and didn't report her considering she's my person," Alex shrugged. " Byt some son of a bitch found out and spilled his guts out to Bailey. You know how Bailey gets. She hulked out and fired all of us in front of Mama Avery", he said with simple shrug.

Link's eyes bulged out. Is this thing normal for him? How is he so casual? Weird. Jo surely met her match. Link all but shook his head in disbelief and started laughing suddenly. Alex gave him a strange look before joining him laughing at the ridiculousness of their situation. They hung out for two more hours at the bar, drinking and talking before bidding farewell.

Link was feeling miserable and alone. This was the first night in a long time that he didn't spend with Amelia. He missed her already and hadn't even been a day! He knew he was entering dangerous territory before falling for her. Now that the damage was already done, he was feeling helpless. He tried to go off to sleep but couldn't. He lay on his bed staring at the ceiling before exhaustion and alcohol took their effect.

He didn't know how to act around Amelia when he'd come across her so he resorted to what best suited him to do. He avoided her. He made sure they were never in the same room or even the same hallway. If he saw her coming out of a patient's room in the hallway, he would sharply turn 180 degrees and move in the opposite direction before she saw him. He knew Amelia's shift timings and when she'd be at the coffee cart. So he always ordered his coffee at a completely different timing at the cart just to not cross paths with her. He just hoped she wouldn't notice him. He even paged Koracick whenever he needed a neuro consult. He prayed to God like hell that Koracick was not busy at the time so that Amelia would not answer his page.

He just didn't understand this one thing though. Why does she keep calling and texting me? She even asks people around about my whereabouts. She broke up with me. So why this now? He ignored her texts and calls. It had been a whole week. It was getting unbearable for Link. He just couldn't shake this feeling of loneliness away. Obviously Jo kept him company as soon as she recovered from the flu. She tried her best to cheer him up. She brought him doughnuts and soup from his favourite place to his apartment almost everyday. But nothing seemed to work. Even Nico tried cheering him up by bringing extremely interesting ortho cases. Knowing his fellow, this was as far as he could go to cheer him up. He even went out of his way to invite him for drinks but he quickly declined as he was just not in the mood.

He knew what he wanted. What he needed. AMELIA. But that option was not available. He should often find himself lingering outside her lab or office just staring at her. He terribly missed her and longed her touch. He would stand outside and look her way. He would stare at her face just get a small glimpse of her ocean blue eyes. Her nose. Her lips. He just wanted to grab her and smash his lips with hers. As soon as these thoughts plagued his mind, he would leave quickly. People around him were starting to get worried for him. He knew this but he just couldn't figure out how to tell them that he was okay and didn't need them to get concerned.

He tried to ask how Amelia was doing from Maggie when he had a surgery scheduled with her. Maggie just looked at him sympathetically and gave him a small answer. " You need to ask Amelia that herself. Don't avoid her please. She's not accustomed with being on this end of the avoidance game generally. She's having a hard time, Link. You should please talk to her." He listened to her with a guarded expression trying to comprehend the piece of information. She's miserable too? Just like me? Shall I talk to her? Will she take me back? He quickly shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts. NO. I WON'T approach her. She broke up with me. She hurt me. She has to come to me. I'm a human too. Arrgh. It's all so complicated.

Meanwhile with Amelia, she was completely in shock. She was at a standstill. Where the hell is Link? He's neither picking up my calls nor answering my texts. Why is he avoiding me ??!! I know I told him I needed time but that didn't mean I broke up with him, damn it. I just meant we needed to go slow. Ugghh. MEN!! They are so crazy sometimes. Ughh I'll strangle him the next time I see him, provided I see him at all!!! What the hell?

Amelia knew what he was trying to do. Does he really think he'd be able to beat me at my own game? I'm an expert in the avoidance game. He won't be able to avoid me for long. And seriously he thinks I haven't spotted him running away from me or him hiding in the on-call room the second he sees me? I have seen him every single time! I just don't understand why he's doing this. Amelia knew things would get awkward between them for a while after their talk but not this awkward.

She tried convincing herself of the otherwise but quickly gave up. She couldn't help but miss him terribly. She got attached him to an indescribable level. He had become a part of her routine. Her day was never complete without seeing him. She missed his touch. His smile. His eyes. His kiss. Oh, his kiss! She felt crying at the mere thought of him. She had never felt like this with anyone in her entire life. She was a completely different person around him. Like Meredith used to say, her demeanor took a 180 degree turn from dark and twisty to bright and shiny in Link's company. She was liking this change. He was good for her. IS. Is good for her.

She desperately tried approaching him but always stopped in her tracks. What would she say to him? How would she console him? She knew for a fact that she would jump his bones if he even came at a 5 foot radius near her. She craved his touch, his body. He was the best that she had ever had. She loved the way he always held her, stroked her hair and peppered his face with kisses after the amazing, amazing sex. There was a certain level of gentleness with him that she never knew she was capable of having. Her mind had started picturing him in her future. That's why she had needed some space before she went all in which she was pretty sure she was.

Amelia had tried talking to Jo about Link but she avoided the topic and refused to divulge any information she had of him. She was getting horribly frustrated. What is the matter with everyone around here?! In this whole madness there was no one she could talk to. Meredith, Alex and Richard were fired. Ohhh, now I get it. So that's why they weren't answering my page to the on-call room. And how stupid of them! She just couldn't even contemplate how poorly this situation was handled. Even Bailey acted out of rage and lost all her logic. Had it been me...ooh,I'm getting off the topic. Back toh the matter at hand, Tom is dealing with a breakup too. I warned him. He should've listened to me about Teddy being Owen's tumor. It was just inevitable. People should listen to me more. Definitely the smartest sister I am of the Lady Chief Trifecta. Huh. Owen just had a baby and he was definitely not an option. She desperately wanted to talk to Maggie. She was her favourite human being apart from a few more. But even Maggie was unavailable. She was dealing with her own breakup with Jackson. That was another man she wanted to strangle. That asshole! How could he treat my sister...my SISTER like that??!!

Men and their beautiful minds! She was done with this gender now. Bunch of assholes. Stupid, brainless, pathetic creatures. She noticed that she was cursing a lot nowadays. It's all Link's fault. It's his fault I'm angry all the time. His fault I'm so aggressive. And definitely his fault I'm so damn horny! She just knew one thing. Men were a bunch of idiots. She thought about calling her ex-resident and dear friend Stephanie but she was currently in Italy and she didn't want to disrupt her "world tour".

Her sharp mind was quick to notice that she was not getting paged for any ortho cases since the past week. How weird, isn't it? Of course, thought indignantly. The only ortho consult she was getting was of the Jai who was heroically saved by his wife. It was also kinda the only opportunity she was getting of seeing Link. She noticed that he was withdrawn and somewhat cold (?) whenever she entered Jai's room to examine him.

There was absolutely no interaction between the two and it left a bitter taste in her mouth. It just didn't suit well with Amelia. And Link too.

He buried himself in work trying to cope with the sadness. He was fully invested in his recent patient, Jai. He came in in horrible shape. He had to perform at least three surgeries on him in a span of four days. He even thought that the best way for Jai to survive was if he amputated his leg. Not to sound smug or anything, he was as usual a miracle worker and saved his leg. His wife was in pretty bad shape too. He arm was completely shredded and it had taken him a few hours to fix the damage. He had his hands full with these two. They were priving to be a good distraction for him. But it was not enough. Whenever he was not with his patients, he was thinking about Amelia.

God was not at all in his side. The neurosurgeon on Jai's case was of course none other than Amelia. It was torturous for him to be in the same room as her for extended periods of time without doing the things that he wanted to do to her in their present situation. He had a hard time keeping his distance in the patient room but was thankful that Javkson and Nico were there with him on the case. Till now, he hadn't had any surgery with her which he was extremely thankful for. It would be disastrous, he was pretty sure.

Amelia on the other hand tried to cope with grief in the only way she knew apart from crying, dark, dark humor. Her colleagues were pretty disturbed by the comments she was making but they had to agree, it they were pretty funny! She kept making jokes and made fun of the situations. I'm weirdly behaving like Alex. Bleh. Not my finest moments at all.

Amelia just wanted to clear the misunderstanding with Link. If only he wouldn't run for the hills at the mere sight of me! She only needed two minutes with him to make everything better. Of course, they weren't getting any chance to even get locked up in an OR for extended period of time, all thanks to LINK !! Just this once she wanted some divine intervention to make everything better but it was futile. Now that she wanted Almighty God to listen, He was actively ignoring me. What is it with people ignoring me? Even God is ignoring me. Wow. Great. Just great. What the hell, man? Is this how people feel when I am the one doing all the ignoring? It's a horrible feeling indeed, she chuckled darkly.

Her prayers were finally answered after the whole week had passed when Jai needed a nerve graft repair which required the assistance of all the lead surgeons on the case, Avery, Link and Amelia. Of course, Nico would be there too as he was Link's fellow. Not that it mattered to Amelia who was there with Link and her in the OR. She was simply glad that she finally got the opportunity to spend time with Link in a locked OR where he couldn't evade from her clutches and clear all the stupid misunderstandings he had in his stupid mind. Amelia looked up and smiled. She sent a small silent Thank You to whoever it was above who loved playing tricks with her and interfering in her business. But this time she was actually happy with the interference, she laughed silently.

As soon as the OR board was updated and their names were written on the board, there were quite different reactions arising out of the surgeons on Jai's case.

Amelia...YESSS!!!

Link...NOOOO!!!

Nico...SHITT!!! WHY ME ??!!

(He was obviously aware about their situation and knew how cold the situation in the OR was going to get.)

Jackson...HUH? Cool surgery. But why do these people have weird looks on their face?

The surgery proved to be quite interesting and entertaining for everybody involved, that's for sure.

Author's Note:

Heyyy guys!! First of all, I just want to apologize to all the male readers. I'm so so soooo sorry for badmouthing MEN !! 🙈😂 It was just how I thought Amelia would think. Again, I'm really sorry. But people have to agree with me here, men do act pretty stupid some of the times. Hahahaha.

By the way, some people will be glad to know that this chapter was not that long. I just couldn't write sad AmeLink. Sad AmeLink is not my cup of tea.😅

Anyway, do comment. I would love to hear your thoughts about the chapter! And thank you to all my readers for showering my story with love! ❤

We'll see happy AmeLink for many more chapters to come! Yayyy. Until then.

#amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelia and link #amelia-shepherd-fanfic #amelink #greys anatomy #romance #love

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sorcerorsutrascroll · 4 years

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some nb (neat buddhism) hcs

One of my favorite parts of this excellent set of Okina headcanons is the following:

the first visual image showed Matara-jin as a combination of two female gods and one male god. There are a number of ways you can interpret Okina’s gender, but in light of this I tend to assume Okina has been both male and female from the outset.

Turns out Buddhist lore is an absolute goldmine of material for those of us who like to take our nonbinary headcanons a little more seriously. And so, in addition to throwing my full support behind the above nb Okina headcanon, I would like to offer my own takes on nb Miko and nb Byakuren.

Let’s start with Miko.

If we don’t buy the “woman in disguise" and/or “historical revisionism” handwaves, then it’s natural to assume that Miko is a binary transwoman since her new body and pronouns match a binary female identity. But the explanation for Miko’s choice of new body is a little odd:

豊聡耳神子は現代に合わせた姿に変えたそうだ。

Toyosatomimi no Miko seems to have changed to a look more suited to modern times.

If we take this to be just about Miko’s fashion and not her body, then we’re willfully ignoring the part about shikaisen abandoning their meatsuits. But fitting in with the times is a very impersonal thing that has nothing to do with the very personal matter of gender identity. We could try to dismiss the entire line as Akyuu’s wild speculation, but ZUN gives very clear indicators of when to doubt her, and I don’t think casual transphobia is one of them.

If this isn’t just about fashion, and Akyuu isn’t being transphobic, then perhaps Miko’s choice of body is more about presentation than identity, which in turn suggests that she might actually be nonbinary since her transition rationale works against “binary woman” and her lack of dysphoria works against “binary man.” And there’s plenty of evidence that Miko simply prefers to present along binary lines without intending for that presentation to reflect a binary identity:

- uses she/her pronouns but title of 太子, which is intended for male heirs and is much closer to western “crown prince” than “crown princess”

- switches between feminine "schoolgirl with ribbon” look and masculine “Nobunaga-esque image” (SCoOW profile ZUN comment), always with skirt, sometimes combines masculine cape + feminine ribbon

- initially uses typical polite-feminine speech (identical to Byakuren’s), but permanently switches to aggressively masculine speech after HM (you can actually see her switch between the two patterns in HM)

Of course gnc binary women (both cis and trans) exist, but the point is that Miko mixes and matches from both halves of the binary in all aspects of her presentation, and there’s no reason to believe this doesn’t extend to her body, which means the usual pronoun + post-transition body combination is no longer a reliable indicator of her gender identity. She might identify as a binary transwoman, but she just as easily might not.

The case for nonbinary Miko only gets stronger as we move from canon to Kannon - specifically, the Guze Kannon mentioned in a number of Miko’s spells. At some point people started worshiping Shoutoku as a messianic (guze = 救世 = world-saving) manifestation of Kannon, and one of these people was a monk named Shinran who wrote an entire set of hymns praising Shoutoku, including:

Prince Shōtoku was born as Queen Srimala in India and appeared as Master Hui-ssu in China.

He appeared in China to help people; he was reborn as both man and woman five hundred times.

Miko’s spells are a clear indicator that she’s based on this mythic version of Shoutoku, which means any contribution to this lore is fair game for her lore. And even if we had to pick and choose, Shinran’s contributions to Shoutoku lore would absolutely make the cut given just how hard he stanned the dude (expect to hear a lot more about this in future posts). Who am I to question the headcanons of Shoutoku’s #1 fanboy?

As for Byakuren, all we need is the fact that she’s the only Myourenji monk who actually takes the sutras seriously. And the Vimalakirti Sutra, which is pretty damn important in East Asian Buddhism, features a goddess who reminds a guy named Shariputra that Buddha cancelled binary gender:

If the elder could again change out of the female state, then all women could also change out of their female states. All women appear in the form of women in just the same way as the elder appears in the form of a woman. While they are not women in reality, they appear in the form of women. With this in mind, the Buddha said, "In all things, there is neither male nor female."

If Buddha says binary gender is cancelled, and Byakuren lives by Buddha’s words, well, you do the math. Also cis-passing fembies are extremely valid and deserve more rep.

Incidentally, that Wikipedia link says, “another significant commentary is the Yuimagyō gisho 維摩経義疏, or Commentary on the Vimalakīrti Sūtra, ascribed to Prince Shōtoku.” As will become apparent from future posts on this blog, historical Buddhist lore is the real HijiMiko MVP.

In conclusion, Okina-Miko-Byakuren medieval Buddhism enby trifecta rights.

#touhou #matara okina #toyosatomimi no miko #hijiri byakuren #buddhism #headcanon

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elinaline · 4 years

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I’m thinking about my old OCs again and how easy it would be for some of them to revamp the story to my tastes and maybe give it actual life one day so here goes

It’s a story about a world where those who can use magic have the powers of gods, but like mortals they wage war against each other for petty, foolish reasons. Their final battle leaves only a scorched desert, with huge rocks of pure power standing in the black sand and barely recognisable ruins. Their magic is remembered by the earth, in pure white ores that are mined for their power and sold for a fortune. The biggest ore, found not long after the war of the mages, is broken into a number of pieces that are kept as talismans of peace by the people of each mage-god. Time passes and the battle turns into the kind of stories old crones tell around the fireplace when the little ones refuse to go to bed, so that they’ll hide under their covers.

The real story (although if I feel like writing an epic I could do it about this war) starts when Tosca, a teen from a community of farmers, is awakened by a spirit linked to a mage-goddess, who cries out in fear as a woman is starting her way into the desert, towards the biggest magic ore that was the heart of the fight of the magic users millenia ago. I first wanted Tosca to be awakened by like the goddess herself but the idea I have for the spirit is actually someone snobbish and moody, so maybe something like a ghost of what the mage was before she came into full power you know ? Also Tosca’s gonna be aroace and the more I’m thinking about it, the more I feel like it would be interesting if her people had a different relationship with gender from the Western one, so I will do some research on who I could base them on. Anyways ! Tosca gets awakened like that because her family guards one of the talismans, it’s in the hilt of a bigass sword, think Monado.

She’s not the only one ! There’s Jon (short for Jonathan) who stole a bow from some rich dude. When I was a kid I had the classic thief son of a whore backstory in mind but you know what scratch that I’m not gonna let myself be influenced by the Krondor chronicles any more than necessary so I’m deciding that Jon is a funny but annoying kid who’s bored at whatever job he’s an apprentice for and who noticed he was really good at pickpocketing people before getting caught by some scary dudes who are now blackmailing him to do dangerous shit like steal a magical fucking bow from a rich man’s house.

In the same city we have Mederick who is crown prince and I used to think he would also have a sword but that’s boring and repetitive, let’s say it’s in his circlet on his head. He’s a very soft kind but extremely clever dude who kinds of does not want to be king but also wants to do a good job, and as always in those characters because it’s more interesting, he’s not exactly aware of how hard some of his subjects have it.

Then we have Ayla, who I used to think was an elf but I think it’s more interesting if there’s no human/elf/dwarf trifecta and they’re all humans, just adapted to their environment and the type of magic they used to be dealing with back in the millenia dead days. She is to be the next guardian of her people’s talisman as her the youngest daughter of the queen and honestly you thought her position was very similar to Brea in Dark Crystal ? Well her mood is also very similar, Jim Henson copied me ok ? Anyways, her mom’s all like “bro it’s nothing stay put and do your job” but she has noticed her talisman, powering a magic staff (because I originally thought her as an elf, please stay focused) is doing weird shit so of course she’s running away in the middle of the night, after dramatically cutting her pride and the sign of nobility of her family i.e. her hair. Her and Jon will definitely fall for each other because I watched Wakfu as a kid and despite all its flaw I enjoyed Pinpin x Evangelyne, fuck off.

AND FINALLY we have Ori who is the youngest of the group who comes from the same place as the dangerous woman who’s trying to become a new mage-god in the desert and who could cut your throat. She’s also the living embodiment of “I’m eleven so shut the fuck up” and feels like she does not belong and she’s gonna have a brother-sister bond with Mederick because once again, big soft quiet guy with small ball of fury and murder ? that’s hilarious and heartwarming. I’m thinking that maybe she’s a baby lesbian. Not sure yet.

SO. Tosca and Ayla are both going to make their way for the capital where they’ll meet the two guys and gather intel and go to the forest where Ori lives to gather even more intel. I also think I wanted to put in something about a coup from the regent while Mederick was away which would be fun and interesting imo ? gotta think about it more.

So that’s where I’m at rn (well not exactly I still remember vaguely where I wanted each of them to be situated) ! I want to do more research to see on which culture I could base everyone and get more plot points but. I tweaked just a few things and I’m already much more satisfied with this story, wild.

#if you read everything thank you so much i love you #I was doing this instead of reading the rules of monster of the week :/#got my brain into creation mode and forgot to tell it where i was going i guess #worldbuilding #story:talisman #long post

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charmingpplincardigans · 5 years

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If le petit prince Crowley is your fourth favorite thing about Good Omens fandom, I implore you to share the first three! (Also, what fictional character do you have the same energy as: I can't figure it out because I associate people too strongly with their favs! DO YOU have Crowley energy? Is that what the kids these days call "vibes"? But if I got creative I could absolutely justify saying you have Crowley energy anyway so moot point!)

Oh god. I don’t know if I have Crowley energy. I certainly have ‘asking-too-many-questions, wanting-to-sleep-for-literal-years, past-me-constantly-inconveniencing-future-me’ energy, but I don’t know if I can claim that certain je ne sais Crowleyness of him. He really is relatable for a demon though, right? Like, I too just want to drink wine with my friends and have my plants be verdant and be left alone by my boss to FUCKING PINE. The cute girl I like that I rudely turned down because of my rude brain posted an internal profile to the department the other day and I was just sitting at my desk going ‘OH NO, SHE’S STILL CUTE AND GREAT, FFFFFFF.’ I’ve done this to myself, but then so did those dummies.

Anyway! KL’s Top Three-ish Favorite Things About Good Omens Fandom 2K19!

3. How it just fucking, rose from the depths!! I was mostly a lurker in Good Omens fandom back in the late 00s. I wrote some (VERY BAD, DON’T FIND IT) fic and I roleplayed Crowley in a multi-fandom game where he got to terrorize Cesare Borgia a bit, but I didn’t really feel like I was a part of it. Probably because I was in Too Many Fandoms at the time. But now this has happened and I’m just. SO. ECSTATIC. There’s so much new art and fic and headcanons and discussion-and and and-for this book turned tv show that I absolutely love to pieces and have for YEARS. There’s so much art in particular that I queued that Le petit prince post a month and a half ago and when I saw your ask I had to stop and go ‘WAIT, WHAT WERE THE OTHER THREE THINGS??’ My queue is groaning. My drafts folder is burgeoning. MY PLANTS ARE WATERED AND MY ANGEL IS FED.

And mainly, mainly my favorite thing about all of this is that I haven’t seen a single person try to make a distinction between book fans and tv fans or “real” fans and “new” fans. We’re all just in here crying about these idiots (and I certainly mean Crowley and Aziraphale, but also everyone else HEY ANATHEMA, HEY I LOOOOOOVE YOOOOOU) together and it’s beautiful and I’m so happy.

2.5 The David Tennantssance. Look. I’m just. If you need me I’ll be huddled in my blankets re-watching that whole four seasons of Doctor Who again and also everything else he’s ever been in. Just yesterday Audible informed me they had a voice play of Carmilla with him in it and I cackled to myself in my bed for close to a minute. Like yes, lesbians, vampires, and David Tennant, the true trifecta of common interests.

2. ALL OF TIME AND SOME OF SPACE. Don’t get me wrong, there was always fanwork for Good Omens that utilized historical moments (for all the characters I believe, because why not). Especially that much detested fourteenth century. But now I feel like that cold open gave us carte blanche to just go ape shit by breathing a little more context into those moments. Never have I been so pleased to see so many people utilizing their hyper specific knowledge/education/interests/upbringing when it comes to depicting these characters because it all works! It’s all on the table! Pick a time period! Pick an occupation! Pick a favorite dessert or type of flower! Pick a PLACE IN THE SKY BECAUSE CROWLEY HELPED BUILD THAT NEBULA. God, I am never going to get over that stupid, single line. I am here for Crowley among the stars, especially outside of time and space. TV!Crowley hits so many of my buttons and I AM ABSOLUTELY LIVING.

1.5 ALL OF ART HISTORY IS AN OPEN BOOK. God you guys, I am just, never getting over fandom’s decision to redo EVERY PIECE OF ART with Crowley and/or Aziraphale in it. It’s AMAZING AND BRILLIANT THANK YOU ALL. I’M JUST SO HAPPY. And I’m still trying to think of a reason to ask fandom to redo John White Alexander’s Isabella and the Pot of Basil with Crowley because I am IN LOVE with the lighting in the fucking painting and of course I want to put Crowley in it.

1. Gender? I don’t even know her! WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT MY BUTTONS? Because like, what even is gender? Fuck if I know. I once asked a salesperson at Kiehl’s that after they apologized for trying to sell me on a men’s moisturizer and they did NOT have an answer either! (Probably they thought they did not get paid enough to deal with that, but I don’t care what side of the store the moisturizer is from, my man, just moisturize me! *spritz spritz*) I’m just out here living in the world being both fine with and affronted by the way strangers read me day in and day out like. It depends, but also WHY DO THEY HAVE TO?

So I love every fucking discussion post about Crowley’s gender presentation in the show and outside of it. And I imagine much of that was the work of the costume department with notes from GNeil et al, but it works because, honestly, why would non-euclidean beings give a toss? They have to blend in, so they do, but for all they’ve come to love us they’re not us. Which leaves them free to do whatever, which fandom has fucking run with. My heart grows another size every time I see art or fic of both Crowley and Aziraphale (especially Aziraphale, hedonist extraordinaire) depicted in a way that embraces that, however the artist or writer chooses to depict it.

And outside of the aesthetics of it, at the risk of being Serious here for a sec, I love the way that lets other fans explore and express themselves. Here are these characters that canonically love humanity but sit outside of it, so why shouldn’t they navigate those spaces of gender and sexuality to the fullest? For research or business or pleasure or whatever? (I mean, also, more angels-are-monsters interplanar weirdness in your sex scenes 2k20, but that’s a separate issue.)

And I think they as characters should be allowed to do that in the works we create with them because I feel like it’s a very human thing to want to explore and for some people fandom is the safest place to do that. I’ve always been a big proponent of fandom as catharsis, or even as expression of joy that can’t be shared with the outside world for whatever reason. Which is why I go so fucking feral for Michael Sheen telling off jerks on the internet who think fandom is loving this thing The Wrong Way. Mostly, the wrong way to love something is to assume your way is the right and true way when [rant about the nature of art and ownership and belonging redacted]. Kindly fuck all the way off indeed.

Anyway, I want people to feel safe to find themselves. Honestly, this is a selfish desire, because I’m in my 30s and I also just want to be safe to keep finding myself for however much time I have left. And I think this is a canon and a fandom sort of uniquely positioned to allow for all of it. So we should continue to celebrate that.

#z-bot #errrrr...this is a lot #sorry not sorry #i just have a lot of feelings about #good omens #and also gender and art and the way all those things interact #also i apologize to the dude from kiehl's for being so insufferable #because i've worked retail and i'm sure he's had customers who complained about that #but in my defense it's fucking weird that anyone cares what side of the store their moisturizer is from

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