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what also gets me about people being so adamant about using the word "narcissist" or some form of it to describe shitty people is...there are other words. I was just watching a drew gooden video and he said "If you knowingly take part in something that has the potential to put other people in harm's way and you still do it cause it's kind of fun for you, you are selfish and you suck." (It's the gender reveal party.)
Just seeing how many commentary YouTubers, especially more leftist ones that talk about the heavier side of things like misogynists and seeing them use the term narcissistic or delusional is just. We HAVE other words we can use! We HAVE USED other words for years before narcissistic became a big trend to say and narcissistic abuse really ramped up as a pop psychology trend.
It is literally SO easy to use other words. You can Google similar words. Selfish, self centered, self righteous, egotistical, arrogant, entitled. One of the best words I find is probably entitled. Because a lot of bigots and misogynists and shit that usually get delusional and narcissistic thrown at them are really more self centered, arrogant, and entitled. Self interested, self obsessed. Especially since for abusers, misogynists, other shitty people, the entitled comes from the fact it is NORMALIZED!!!!! It is not a bunch of narcissists harming people, it is a society, a world, that has normalized this behaviour. They are entitled, they are abusive, they are selfish, they are cruel. There are so many OTHER WORDS to describe your abuse, to describe shitty people. Just call them abusers or bigots for fucks sake. And even if some delusional people may get roped into it cause they're vulnerable, typically it is a lot of people who are INTENTIONALLY doing it. It is normalized, it is allowed!
All we narcissists ask is that you not use a word that demonizes us. "There's a difference" yet other people say there isn't, other people say NPD isn't even fucking real, other people say pwNPD ARE abusive. If we used any kind of other word for the more "talked about" disorders, there would be a problem. We ask that you change it, we ask that you use other words, we ask that you not further add to the stigma. The same stigma that BPD deals with, that autistic people deal with, that any neurodivergent person deals with. The stigma and demonization is something ALL neurodivergencies have fucking faced!!! It may have moved away from demonization for a lot of disorders, but there ARE people that DO still believe it.
We fucking ask you literally use any other word. And you refuse to. You refuse to listen to us. You refuse to believe us when we tell you the harm it has and how it actually prevents us from finding resources. You say "of course a narcissist would want that." You see it as an attack on you and your trauma. You are throwing trauma victims at risk of abuse under the bus because you want to feel vindicated in your own trauma. You completely ignore any critical thinking of what we say to turn it against us, to ignore us, to bring up your own trauma as a defense point. Yes, you were abused by someone and it is terrible that happened. So were we!!! My abusive mom probably has NPD, but it did not affect the abuse I faced, it only add strains in our relationship outside of the abuse that still affect us to this day.
It is SO easy to find another word, to literally just listen to us, to not throw us under the same fucking bus. To not group us in with abusers and rapists and child sex offenders and murderers. Would you fucking like to be compared to your abuser? Pretty sure you fucking wouldn't. So why is it okay to do to us?
Some people will never listen. No matter what I say, it does not matter. As with any kind of thinking along these lines. But for those that are still reachable, please. Listen to us. And what would you even do if you found yourself having NPD traits? Wouldn't it be terrifying to see that in yourself? Because I sure as hell thought it was. It made me hate myself and further believe that I could NEVER do any wrong because I wasn't like my narcissistic abusers and worsened my relationship difficulties. A fair bit of narcissists on here had also fallen into that same hole. It doesn't heal you. It keeps you angry, scared, upset. It makes you want to hurt them back. And that will not heal you. It'll keep you defensive. It's keeping you in a victim mentality and preventing healing.
To the ones that ARE reachable, I hope you can learn something from my posts, from posts I reblog, or from any other posts. It starts with narcissists and "psychopaths" (antisocials), but it is the same place the stigma of every neurodivergency and mental disorder stems from. It's why other disorders may still get demonization from some ableists. That a lot of autistic experiences were based around how it affected OTHER PEOPLE like "think of their mom having that autistic kid :(" it is not anything new. It is the same ableism and stigma. It is less demonized for other disorders now, focusing more on treating it as no big deal, ignoring the actual difficult symptoms of such disorders (like if you have poor hygiene, people will judge you regardless), or even infantilization. There IS still stigma, but the stigma was once the same as us, demonization. It comes from the same place. It's things said about other disorders still today even if it is rarer. It's just more well known for the "scary" personality and psychotic disorders since there is a big push to destigmatize things like depression, anxiety, OCD, autism.
Do not throw us under the bus. It will do nothing. It is the same fucking stigma, the same fucking arguments. Like gay people throwing trans people under the bus, they're called the same things even if it seems like they aren't. It comes from the same bigotry, the same place of hatred.
It is not new, it is not different, it just is more common for personality disorders, psychotic disorders, and schizospec disorders. So when we bring up these things, mention how using the term directly associated with a disorder in the DSM V and how it prevents us getting help, how using the term narcissistic DOES correlate to NPD, please fucking listen.
Cause nothing will ultimately benefit you for continuing down that rabbit hole. Narcissistic abuse believers don't help victims of abuse, those articles and questions don't help you heal. It keeps you angry how anyone could do that, it takes advantage of your vulnerability and desire to find meaning and logic out of it. The reality is, you may never know why or at least not until you are away from the abuse.
We are trauma victims as well. We are still at risk of abuse because of our disorder. I would genuinely stay with an abuser just for the sake of narc supply regardless of how they hurt me if I did not have a good support system. For our "toxic" traits, we cannot work on them without help and the idea of narcissistic abuse pushes stigma further which prevents us from even finding free online resources, let alone if we actually tried to seek any fucking help.
Narcissistic abuse is not real and it will never be. Please fucking include us in "mental health matters" and the push for destigmatizing disorders. We are fucking humans that need help. And even if we were all toxic and selfish hypothetically, removing the ability to find resources or get help is NOT the way to go.
Even when I believed in narcissistic abuse, I would search to find answers on why I aligned with NPD if I wasn't an abuser or a bad person. I was terrified to even suspect it despite how much attention and love and supply I needed and how that applied to the very essence of my being. Even when I examined my own actions, all I found was treating it as if they're the utter worst of humanity. Even with my toxic and unhealthy acts because I was a fucking traumatized teen with no experience for relationships of any kind especially not healthy ones, I could not find answers or help. And all that did was reassure me that I WAS the good person, that I was JUSTIFIED in my toxic desires because I was traumatized. It did not help me with my emotional regulation, it worsened it.
Even if narcissists WERE all abusers or toxic and bad, they deserve fucking help and a chance to be able to see their actions in a better light. Some people may never change, but plenty will if given resources and actual professional help. The idea of narcissistic abuse refuses that and just demonizes it and NOBODY wants to be demonized, NOBODY wants to believe they're a bad person. The term narcissistic abuse and the environment and community surrounding it is toxic. It always will be. That is inherently what it is about. It kept me terrified that someone might call me an abusive narcissist because of my emotional difficulties, that someone would take me out of context and turn me into a monster like my family had done my entire fucking life. It keeps you defensive, it keeps you scared, it keeps you mistrustful, it keeps you in those trauma responses. It does not fucking help victims find peace of mind or heal. It keeps you triggered.
Also NPD isn't just a single disorder on its own. It's comorbid or the person could be ND in other ways. BPD + NPD, it has some genetic factors so a narcissistic parent may increase likelihood you have it, there are DID systems with it. You are not just throwing people with purely ONLY NPD under the bus, but whoever else may have it that may also fall under many other categories. I'm autistic and have NPD, I'm a system with NPD, I'm schizospec and psychotic with NPD. I have ADHD and NPD. They may not be directly related and comorbid, but I do still fall under these other categories. So autistics throwing people with NPD under the bus does nothing for the narcissists that are also fucking autistic. So by throwing narcissists under the bus, you are throwing a LOT of people with that disorder that also have other forms of neurodivergency under the bus as well. And the stigma all comes from the same place anyway.
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chaos-in-one · 3 months
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Friendly (or unfriendly if you're against this) reminder that this blog is supportive of ALL disorders. This blog does not think ANY disorder inherently makes someone a bad person, and is against any disorder being demonized. This blog wholeheartedly believes that a bad person having a disorder, yes, even if things that are also symptoms of their disorder are part of what caused harm, does not make the disorder a "bad" or "evil" disorder or excuse ableism and demonization directed towards the disorder.
Yes this includes personality disorders
Including npd and aspd
Yes this includes all psychotic disorders & disorders that cause psychotic symptoms
Yes this includes paraphilic disorders. All of them.
Yes this includes disorders that cause, or are even characterized by, attention seeking
Yes this includes disorders that directly have lying as a common symptom
Yes this includes dissociative disorders
Yes this includes any disorder with "gross" symptoms
Yes this includes physical disorders too
Yes this includes disorders that can cause loss of control of any kind- control of speech, control of body movement, etc.
Yes tis includes disorders that make someone "look scary"
This goes for literally any fucking disorder. There are not exceptions.
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I always see things like "neurodivergent people are so infantilized" and like. it's not technically wrong because a lot of neurodivergent people get infantilized, and I absolutely think we should talk about infantilization. But also...
"Neurodivergent" is not just a select group of autistic, adhd, and anxious people. "Neurodivergent" as a word includes literally anyone who is mentally ill, mentally/neurologically disordered, or mentally/neurologically/intellectually disabled.
Do u think people with ASPD, NPD, psychosis, DID and/or OSDD are more commonly infantilized or demonized? Or even, like,,, do u think ND POC are more commonly infantilized or demonized?
Even I, a white AFAB autistic teen, am still demonized far more than I am ever infantilized. I have low empathy, high alexithymia, difficulty with emotions, and little to no interest in making friends or socializing on most days. How I tend to be treated can be summed up by the time my mom genuinely sat me down and said "I'm so glad I saw that, I'd been worrying you were heartless" after I comforted a friend who'd been crying.
I was 12.
I'm always assumed to want to argue or be rude, I'm seen as a person who won't give a shit if you're sad, I'm painted as being contrary on purpose just to make your life worse, I've been called a future murderer/serial killer/criminal more times than I can count. For fuck's sake, none of that is true. It's just what people assume, because I am autistic, and not in a way you can infantilize. You can't easily infantilize someone you see as a heartless robot.
Infantilization is a thing faced by neurodivergent people. Of course it is. But to be honest, I'm kind of tired of people acting like demonization never happens.
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Honestly, I kind of like being demonized. But only when it's directed towards me. The other Narcissists are amazing, how dare anyone say otherwise, but when it comes to me I want someone to degrade me. To call me a narcissist in an insulting way, or to say I'm a monster. I don't want them to generalize narcissism, but I for some reason still want to hear myself because called a narcissist in an insulting way? I don't understand it.
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tothesolarium · 3 months
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The Descent of Venus (This is my favorite Chapter, if you only read one I recommend this one)
Chapter Five
How are Demons born?
There is the tale of the fall,
Then there is a story of Earth
A God from one religion, who lived along others
For one people he was a provider, a protector
The rain that sustained harvest
The lightning that kept haunts at bay
For others - he was competition.
His name was twisted,
From insult, now cried Demon!
No King, No Love, Simply fear
   Ba’al, Ba’al Zezul, Prince, Harvest, Guardian
    Ba’al Zezul was a Weather god, his name meaning Lord of the Lofty House. He was a Hero, a bringer of rain, thunder was his voice, a strike of lightning his might. The rolling clouds his divine entourage.
    First, his proper title was twisted. The Lord of the Lofty house was weak work, the bringer of the harvest was unimportant for a king. This did not make his people lose pride. So Ba’al Zezul’s name was twisted further, to Ba’al Zebub, Lord of Dung and Flies.
Baʿal Zəvûv
Ba'al Zəbûl
Ba'al Zəbûb
Baalzebub
Beelzebub
    His people were killed before the word genocide was coined beyond being seen as Divine Right.
    Hell lacked definition. The fallen Angels knew nothing of their boundaries. Let alone what the Earth and Sky provide. They folded like the Ocean and fabric cast into it.
    While some might know souls were dying in the wreckage, at most they could shelter a few in their bulk. Which required care and precession. A breath too deep could still be fatal.
     When Beelzebub fell, it was through the sky. With wind that tore at his skin, moisture robbed from his lungs and ground waiting to crush him. This new ground and sky were canvas quickly claimed, with water and fire rushing to lay their mark.
    This definition is not Beelzebub’s power, but a stubborn understanding that no amount of torment would take from him. Beelzebub’s bones knew of a God who was only clouds and, who made love with the Earth and rejoiced in rain. Knew A father who was clever and jealous, who needed to be healed. Returning to that was not something Beelzebub could withstand, nor would he perish.
    Life would much rather have its unique shape than be forced together in one mass.
   While Beelzebub’s bones might know these memories. His mouth tasted like metal and soot when he tried to remember.
   Once his vision stopped spinning enough for him to make out what was under him. He was met with a mountain on fire, and an emerald ocean with glittering teeth hiding under the waves.
    It wasn’t a controlled summon, but Beelzebub grabbed at the water he had lost and managed enough of a cloud to carry him over the raging mountain.
    This trick did not feel like it worked. For he now fell into darkness. It took falling into the ash for him to see the rolling dunes of darkness. This land was too soft to be sand and still smelled like the fire that made it.
Beelzebub coughed and wheezed as he tried to fill his lungs again. The air was nothing like he was used to, it was so bare and empty. There wasn’t a scrap of water in the vast ashen plane. No plants or animals. Just a waste of nothing.
    Beelzebub could only look up for a moment. The sky was blindly empty, registering in his mind as white, but truly it was nothing. So Beelzebub felt the silky ash slip through his fingers and felt his bones ache. Inarticulate memories of fires taking fields, of people panicking to hide their works of art, of a boy trying to lead a cow out of the fire. Beelzebub’s body ached, and he forced himself to stand up.
   Instead of lingering in the haze, Beelzebub marched forward. Eventually, he found a slightly taller dune, he climbed it and tried to see if there was anything. From the top of the hill, he clicked his tongue as his hands rested on his hips. This was not a desert at all, and this wasn’t a dune, but radiating waves. In the center was a crater, that looked marble size, but Beelzebub knew it meant he had a lot of walking to do. There were white specks on opposite edges of the crater.
    It was a steady walk up and down the waves to reach the white speck. It took days but Beelzebub could not tell, his body ached and more did not feel like much. The speck stood up like a tower but was just a thin bone worn by the wind.
   “Are you dead?” Beelzebub rested a hand on the bone.
   “Yes,” the ground shook with the graveled voice.
   “Ah,” Beelzebub’s face scrunches up as he tries to figure out what that means. There were the carcasses of some bugs that had picked the bone clean lying on the sand around the bone.
   “You’re lying, right?” Beelzebub asks.
    “No,” The bone shifts slightly, slipping deeper into the ash.
    “I don’t believe you,” Beelzebub says as he crouches by the bone, brushing the hollow bugs away.
   “We are all dead!” the darkness roars, shaking the ground enough that Beelzebub falls.
   “Huh, it doesn’t feel like it.” Beelzebub pinches his arm, and winces. “Yah I don’t think so,”
   “Then go rot somewhere else,”
   “Are you rotting?” Beelzebub’s head tilts to the side.
   “We all are,”
   Beelzebub nods a little and then starts to scoop up the ash into his arms and carry it away.
   “What are you?” Beelzebub asks as he gets another arm full.
   “Your doom, now leave!”
    “Why?”
   “I will kill you,” The ground snaps.
     “Try it,” Beelzebub sits down cross-legged, and the ground doesn’t even shake.
    “The longer you are here the longer your suffering will be,” The ground finally grumbles.
   “I’m not sure if that’ll change if I leave,” Beelzebub says evenly, and returns to carrying away arm fulls of ash.
   “Whatever you are doing, stop it,” The ground shakes as Beelzebub starts to reveal the remains of two spread-out wings. Even what was buried in ash is still picked dry.
    “You are walking on my back!” the voice wails, and this time Beelzebub stops.
    “Am I hurting you?”
     “Yes, you idiot!”
      “That was not my intent,” Beelzebub walks more carefully, avoiding where he thinks the being might be.
    “Imbecilic,” The ground growled.
     Beelzebub nods but keeps digging. Before he reaches the creature’s back, he finds a second set of wings. These were buried before bugs could get to them and were starting to decay into oil. Feathers are now black and slick together. Beelzebub had to be even more careful around these, as the feathers wanted to peel away from the skin, much to the pain of the creature below.
      “Please, Leave me.” The creature begs.
       Beelzebub pauses for a moment, taking in deep breaths.
      “Are you that desperate for something to eat?” The voice croaks.
      “No,” another deep breath, Beelzebub’s lungs burn. Something in his bones knew to keep going, to keep pushing through his pain.
     “What do you want from me then?” The voice raged and ended up shifting further down.
    “Nothing,” Beelzebub mutters. The sand was becoming more of a problem. So what Beelzebub had been wearing, now became a bag to scoop sand away and drag it far off.
    “Liar, no one digs for nothing. There is no treasure here! There is no gold or fruit to plunder. Only damnation!” The voice howls and tries to swallow a sob. Beelzebub continued but kept thinking about whoever lay below.
    Beelzebub could now smell blood, but it was a third set of wings. Or more so bones in a pool of oil. While it was disgusting to drop into the pool of oil, now he could feel the creature’s back. He looped around some so thin they felt like a bundle of twigs, with only a faint heat showing they were indeed alive.
   “I will kill you!” the young man howled, his head arched out from the murk and he bit into Beelzebub. However his teeth barely sunk into the skin, and his muscles were too weak to keep his head up.
    “When was the last you ate?” Beelzebub remarks as he stumbles back up the hill.
     “You won’t eat me up!” The thin man claws at Beelzebub’s arms. With this and the drag of three sets of wings, Beelzebub fell backward. The Stranger tries to get away, trying to fall down the hill but his wings were now caked in ash that weighed him down. Beelzebub took a moment to get the oil out of his eyes and got a good look at who he had gotten out.
    The rotted wings were so much bigger than the young man, who, while barely able to lift himself, had the air of a prince nonetheless. With such a fierce expression Beelzebub knew it was against some cosmic code to touch this man or to even witness this misery. Even so, the young man’s ribs stood out like flags of surrender.
   “Are you trying to fatten me up for your meal?” The man tried to glare, but oil kept dripping into his eyes.
    “No, you just look starved.” Beelzebub shifts closer. “Here let me-“ Beelzebub tries to wipe the murk from the man’s face, only to get his fingers bitten. This time he breaks the skin, and Beelzebub watches his red blood drip down the man’s chin.
    The man spits the blood from his mouth and tries to wipe his mouth and eyes.
  “I don’t want to hurt you,” Beelzebub tries to reassure him, but molten eyes now glare at him.
    “Then why did you not listen to me,” His lips pulled back, showing flat teeth that were starting to gain points.
     “I…” Beelzebub shrugs, it was a feeling in his bones. “I had to,”
     “Why?” The man’s face only becomes more twisted in disgust, but Beelzebub feels a strange warmth in his chest. Even battered, this stranger was stunning, and While Beelzebub tried to remain present. A part tried to imagine what the man had looked like before.
     “Who wants to be buried alive?” Beelzebub asks, and the man’s nose wrinkles up.
    “Well congratulations, you unleashed the worst evil in the world. Your reward will be eternal suffering.” The Man went on about being the most damned being to exist, but Beelzebub stopped paying attention. Instead, he cleans off his chest and arms.
    “Are you ready?” Beelzebub asks.
    “For what?“
    “To get out?” Beelzebub gestures to the rest of the hill of ash they must climb. The man looks up at it and shakes his head.
     “It’s alright, you don’t gotta do the work,” Beelzebub said while getting up, and then picked the man up like a bride. Who’s face contorts in rage and pain, and the wing of bone jerks up and cracks into the side of Beelzebub’s face.
    “What do you think you are doing?!” The man asks through tears as Beelzebub sees stars.
   “What… what am I doing?,” Beelzebub mutters, as his vision comes back together to see he is still holding to the broken prince.
  “Now you think? after you’ve already taken my peace? And injured me? You are deplorable, the scum of the earth!” As the Prince kept ranting, Beelzebub saw there were hunks of gold stuck in the man’s head. Dark curls tried to hide the injuries, but pieces glittered now and then. Old blood dried like a river down his face, all this movement had reopened the wounds, and gold started to trickle along his jaw.
   “…if that is truly what you want… then I guess it’s your right,” Beelzebub’s stomach drowns in a feeling he can’t name, and he sets the prince down. Then sits heavily, ash clings to his sweat.
   The prince almost lays down, but his shaking arms keep him up. The Prince could barely hold his head up, but one molten eye kept staring at Beelzebub.
  “You asked what I am, but what are you?” The prince asks, and Beelzebub shrugs.
“Beelzebub,” Even though this was the first time he’d said his new name, it came out easily.
  “Beelzebub,” The prince tastes the name, his head hanging lower for a moment. Then jerks up as he holds a hand out to Beelzebub.
   “Lucifer,” The Prince says with his chin raised, trying to ignore how his arm shook till Beelzebub took his thin hands within his own. Beelzebub’s palm alone engulfed Lucifer’s hand.   “Why the sudden comfort?” Beelzebub raises an eyebrow.
    “Don’t push your luck,” Lucifer’s lip curls slightly. “I can see that you aren’t any of my siblings or one of the new cursed monsters running around so-“ Lucifer’s lip curls up completely and then falls into a stiff line. “Makes you somewhat more- less insufferable.”
    “Well…thanks,” Beelzebub says after a moment.
    “And I need your muscle,” Lucifer glares at anywhere but Beelzebub, who tilts his head with a question. “We won’t get far with these wings,” Lucifer winces as he lies down on his stomach.
    “What?” Beelzebub stares at him.  
    “Get rid of the dead weight,” Lucifer glared at Beelzebub, his molten eyes were the same color as the blood that trickled down his cheek.
     “I… I can’t do that,” Beelzebub was surprised by the shake in his voice.
     “I thought you were one kind of fool, but it seems you are the archetype itself,” Lucifer buries his face in the ash.
     “I am not a fool, but-“ Beelzebub’s voice catches in his throat. “I don’t even know what you are and you want me to rid you of your beauty?”
    “What beauty is in rotten flesh?”
      “When it’s- what if they can heal?” Beelzebub’s mouth hangs open. The wings were a horrible sight, but through the pain, he could see hints of memories. Of soaring through the sky, a star, kissing a planet, there was so much that would never be.
      “There is no going back from rot, only forward, let the dead decay,” Lucifer stares at the ground. “So unless you’d like all of me dying and wasting all your stupid efforts, then break these off.”
       “Are you sure?” Beelzebub asks softly.
        “I am no liar,” Lucifer huffs.
         “Are you really-“
         “Yes! Now stop dawdling and-” Lucifer’s voice lifted into a scream and Beelzebub worked quickly.
          “I’m sorry-“
          “Keep going!” Lucifer demands, even as his back arched and tears ran down his face. Beelzebub listens.
           Lucifer looked even smaller with the wings lying to the side. Narrow shoulders and slight wrists, but the fire in his eyes rages. Through the sobs and gasps for air, Lucifer looks proud.
         Now Beelzebub can carry Lucifer like a sack of flour, but he tried to hold him with more respect without touching the wounds. Lucifer’s head rests against Beelzebub’s shoulder, and as they walk Beelzebub can feel the cold golden blood drip across his hands.
       Once they reach the lip of the crater. Beelzebub tries to gently set Lucifer down, but his strength starts to give. Once it’s clear Lucifer is not going to fall, Beelzebub collapses into the sand.
    They lay on the silken ash. It coats their sweat and fills the wounds on Lucifer’s back.
     “Where did you even come from?” Lucifer asks, and Beelzebub just points up. “How?” and Beelzebub can only shrug, then starts to get up.
     “What are you doing?” Lucifer tries to move away.
     “The wound on your head, can I clean it?”
     “No,” Lucifer scowls.
      “It won’t heal if it’s…full,” Beelzebub frowned.
      “Are you a Healer?” Lucifer raises an eyebrow.
      “No, but… good warriors can mend a wound,” Beelzebub says, and Lucifer’s lips pressed into a line.
      “What sort of warrior were you?” Lucifer looked into Beelzebub’s steady brown eyes.
      “I can’t remember, but if I am dead, then I wasn’t the best.”
      “Did you die in battle?”
       “Probably,”  Beelzebub stares at his hands.
       “Do you know who you fought against?” Lucifer could almost taste the familiarity. His lessons to prepare for the Red Dragon.
       “I… it was to keep people safe,” Beelzebub’s eyebrows knit together. His bones ached, and felt horror at the memory of warmth soaking his hands.
        “That’s what all kings say,” Lucifer rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitches up.
         “True,” Beelzebub tries to breathe the grief out of his body, but when that doesn’t work he shifts closer to Lucifer. “So, do you want gold in your head forever?”
         “No,” Lucifer sighs.
           Beelzebub lifted Lucifer into his lap with care and then looked at his stained hands with distress.
       A memory in Beelzebub’s bones moved his hands. Her hands had guided him to this once before, to make a bowl of sand and gift it to….?. Beelzebub tried to remember her name, and he almost forgot the feeling of her hands on his. So he quickly spat into the sand and opened the wound on his fingers till his blood dripped into the pool.
     “Please,” Beelzebub’s lips almost touched the sand as he whispered, and then he breathed upon the fluids, pushing them into the sand.
      “Spit and blood?” Lucifer’s nose wrinkles up. Beelzebub barely glances over, as fresh water rushes up to meet his face. He sits up spluttering slightly, and Lucifer glares at the bubbling pool of water.
       “How’d you do that?” Lucifer snaps, despite the light in his eyes. Beelzebub simply shrugs at Lucifer’s question and washes his hands.
      “Magic?” Lucifer’s thoughts were full of fears, and the intense vulnerability of lying on someone’s lap.
      “Could be,” Beelzebub starts to drip water onto the wounds on Lucifer’s head, trying to loosen the scabs.
      “How’d you learn it,” Lucifer asks sharply, trying to ignore the pain as Beelzebub took hold of the first piece of ‘gold’ as Beelzebub had called it. Lucifer liked that idea much more than the reality.
      “She taught me,” Beelzebub’s eyebrows pressed together.
       “She?”
      “She also told me about gold, and it only burns out of a furnace.” Beelzebub said calmly, as smoke sizzled from where he held the piece of ‘gold’.
     “Stop touching it then!” Lucifer tries to sit up and swat the piece out of Beelzebub’s hands, but instead, Beelzebub lifts it into the white void, seeing how it is much too transparent to be gold. Lucifer falls against Beelzebub’s chest, one arm still up waving frantically at Beelzebub’s hand.
      “What is it?”
      “Nothing,” Lucifer snarls.
       “Lies,” Beelzebub's flat tone hung in the air, till the princes' shoulders slump.
      “A crown,” Then a tired laugh racks Lucifer, "a collar."
      “That burns?” Beelzebub raises an eyebrow, knowing only the dogs one loves to be comfortable in collars. Lucifer’s arm falls.
      “It’s a Halo… was the tool my- master used to keep his eyes on me, and empower my sword with his might. When I…fell, the Halo…” Lucifer’s lips scrunch up, and Beelzebub takes a better look at the wound. The Halo had dug into his skull, almost into the brain cavity.
      “I’ll get it out,” Beelzebub drops the bit of Halo into the water, and it sizzles and turns a smoky white.
     “If it hurts-“
      “Doesn’t matter,” Beelzebub pulled another piece out, and Lucifer bit his lip. Eventually, Lucifer stares at the white void as Beelzebub continues his work.
      “How did this happen?” Lucifer asks, pointing at the sky, and Beelzebub just shrugs.
     “Is this what a sky is supposed to look like?”
     “I think on Earth they’re blue.” Beelzebub ignored the ache in the memory, and how grey washes over his thoughts.
       “You’ve been to Earth?” Lucifer’s eyes glitter and Beelzebub’s stomach fills with warmth.
       “Sort of,”
      “What was Earth like?”
      “Beautiful,” Beelzebub smiles, “There is so much growing and trying to thrive. There is nothing like walking along a river,”
     “I want to see it someday,” Lucifer looks up dreamily. “Are there any parts of Earth that look like this?”
     “Uuh… if the sand was more tan and gold, and the sky blue?” Beelzebub nods. “Deserts can be harsh if you don't know how to listen to them, Few are bare sands, there are all sorts of plants, creatures, and rocks that can fill a desert, but even the emptiness is a beauty. If you know how to work with plants, you can keep the deserts from spreading far, but…” Beelzebub’s eyebrows knit together, feeling cities falling and a future that made his guts sick. Lucifer asks another question, and Beelzebub begins rattling again.
      Or he tried to, but streaks of blue ran across the sky. Gold washed through the sand, gaining grit enough to hold rocks and a few cacti on the horizon.
    “Did you do this?” Beelzebub breathes softly, and Lucifer shrugs a little.
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The demonization of witchcraft
Does anyone randomly start thinking of things and have it all hit at once? This recently happened to my as I was thinking about just exactly why media portrays witchcraft as something to be feared. Yes, witchcraft does include things such as curses, hexes, and jinx's but that's not all there is. And in many cases baneful magick is used when karma needs a little push. The main reason I think this happens is because witches are some of the only women in power who don't have to rely on their relationship with men to gain power because society doesn't give us any. And I'm honestly tired of it because I see so many baby witches and witches in general are afraid to leave the broom closet because they're afraid of being rejected from society. (I'd like to add that yes men are also witches and witch is a gender neutral term but here I'm referring to the fact that in lots of media females are portrayed as witches more than men)
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Two competing spiritual/religious claims can both be bad. Like, "the aliens are sent here to protect us from evil entities and help us reach the next level in our evolution" and "the aliens are actually demons and fallen angels" are both dogshit. One of them involves spiritual eugenics, while the other one just straight up demonizes other people's spiritual beliefs/practices out of hand - a favorite tactic of fundamentalist Christians.
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Look at the young men around you. Today – right now – the biggest threat to his life is suicide.
Tomorrow the biggest threat to his life is suicide, again.
And the next day, and the next, and the day after that.
Suicide is the single greatest risk to young men’s lives; all day, every day, until he’s about 50.
If that doesn’t wake you up to the true male experience, and how we’ve failed to support men and boys, then I don’t know what will.
So what do we do about it?
How do we save our men and boys?
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More here: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskMen/comments/11paotk/suicide_is_the_leading_cause_of_death_in_men_from/
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"Male privilege" is when the thing that is most likely to kill you is you. And you're still told the whole world is setup for your benefit.
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tired-but-willing · 1 year
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Characters who are completely different in fanon than they are in canon, I see you.
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moontheoretist · 1 year
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Demonization is a “go to” of Bioware
Anders is the canon representation of Bipolar Disorder, at least according to his second writer (his first writer was Gaider) Hepler who even called him “Bipolar Terrorist” (Fuck you, Hepler). He is very BAD representation, but he was written as such by Hepler, who could not stop and think for a second what writing a character that they will then continue to gaslight and demonize in the game and outside the game does to the mentally ill and disabled community.
The story of Dragon Age 2 is written in a way that makes you believe that what Anders did is something wrong that should not happen. Which in turn works as demonization of mental illness, because it literally conveys a meta message that says that “only unstable mentally ill people would do such a thing”, as if revolution was not something any person is capable of starting. As if revolution was something BAD that only people who are perceived by the majority as unbalanced and unstable can see as “viable solution”.
And because revolution and upsetting the status quo is inherently perceived as bad, it also reflects on the person who starts it. They could have a regular person do so, but they chose Anders who is possessed by the spirit. Writers showed that they perceive spirits as inherently neurodivergent with Cole, and Command, therefore people who are possessed by those spirits are also neurodivergent, which also means that they assume that every act that they deem somehow immoral can only be done by neurodivergent people.
And that is linked to oppression of POC and queer people as well.
To marginalized people what Anders did was a necessary liberating action that needed to be performed, because all mages lived in a system that wasn’t taking their voice into account, no matter how much it tried to bullshit it did, so it would not change their status willingly until something more drastic happened. Anders did that drastic thing, that was ultimately a good thing, but writers continue to not only overburden Anders with the responsibility of starting the war (as if the vote from Asunder didn’t count, as if Templars weren’t the ones who declared that war), but also overinflate repercussions of the explosion itself. Trying to bullshit that more people died or were affected than it was actually true. Bullshiting that explosion “changed the tides” as if it was that fucking big. No it wasn’t. They’re lying. They inflated it like a balloon and hanged all the responsibility on Anders, because they could not in fair fucking conscience finally blame Templars for something. Even with Red Lyrium they barely blame Templars for anything. They do not treat Templars in the game the same when recruited as they do mages. There is a literal bias to how they perceive mages as a whole to how they perceive a glorified police. There is a clear bias here. An ableist racist systemic bias.
Why couldn’t they portray what Anders did as something good? Why couldn’t they write a revolution story that was portraying revolution as good instead of something inherently wrong to do? I don’t know, but my guess is that most writers are privileged too much to relate and empathize with the characters that they write as oppressed (even Gaider). Most of them are white and ablebodied after all.
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immaculatasknight · 29 days
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Source, where all the links work.
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etherealsign282 · 1 year
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I wish the world wasn't so obsessed with demonizing breaking up with someone just so people can have a "villain" in stories that they shouldn't even know about (bc if they can't make a sound decision about someone else's relationship without that one single thing for 'proof', they shouldn't be projecting their opinion onto it in the first place 🤷)
Like do people genuinely not know/understand how much abusers bank off of the idea of villainizing whoever breaks up with and leaves them
Making a whole gaggle of friends, who have never dated their abusive friend to know what they're like to DATE, come to their defense because and only because they got dumped which is obviously bad and means they 'can't' be abusive because it's been normalized for victims to just stay until they're killed for the abuse to be 'legit'.
Therefore they think it must be because they found someone else (which abuse survivors can and are allowed to do regardless, fuck you), or because they're noncommittal or don't know what they want or because they got "bored".
Like ah yes the person who tried for years to deal with an abuser and be patient with them while they were "learning" (aka weaponizing incompetence), and wasted so much time and energy crying and begging and being broken, being hit or yelled at or demonized or having someone lose their control on them because they had unrealistic expectations of being treated like royalty from a "peasant" for a partner, OBVIOUSLY did it because they WANTED to end up finding someone else and leave for funsies and preplanned maliciousness
Literally mind your business because the projection of you being left for someone with hot dog water energy, isn't everyone else's reality. Your friends don't need coddling if you know they have issues but would rather highlight the fact that they were dumped "right before they fully healed". If they're demonizing someone due to the boundaries that other people deserve, they haven't even started healing
Abusers can writhe like a worm or kiss themselves in the mirror, it doesn't matter. If they hate someone only because they couldn't take the shit anymore, and you have any knowledge of this, MIND YOUR BUSINESS. If you don't know what they were like as a partner MIND YOUR BUSINESS. If the only thing you have to go by is their word or out of context screenshots that dont show the whole conversation MIND YA BUSINESS.
Or I hope they get so desperate they try to date you and you can see how fun it is to be with someone who says you can't sleep until they do 3 days later (on purpose, as punishment for you wanting to go to bed in the first place), or else they'll *insert mh phrase they dont understand well enough to use* and start making threats and sob stories and start victimizing themselves over yelling at you or saying nasty things or punishing you psychologically; never know how to properly apologize afterward when you tell them that's manipulative but rather point out all your flaws, brood on it because they still think they're in the right, and then bring it up months later to defend themself/reattempt to argue into you being the bad guy; rinse and repeat for years until they get bored and start poking and prodding at a completely different abuse tactic that they feel insecure with and want to try defending.
Meanwhile the whole time crying to everyone behind your back about how you're terrible because *insert slander about petty, grotesquely biased shit* to turn everyone against you. And also simultaneously using any reaction you have ever had as a gold mine to keep bringing up to "point out" that your moment of reactive apathy is enough excuse for them to KEEP being apathetic years later (when their abuse is what brought on the apathy to begin with).
Good luck since you think your best bitch is such a good person, just a "little broken" but "willing to fix themself", and now "just so happens to continue the subtle cycle of demonizing the survivor while playing victim because they happen to be a victim this time... because they said so". Mhm
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I’ve recently gotten told about what could be wrong with me, and one of the things requires using a mobility aid.
My partner is wanting to go ahead and get a mobility aid for me but I’m afraid of how much stigma there is about those already paired on top of us being a system with demonized pds (npd, hpd, & bpd).
I’m afraid that we’ll be going out one day and I’ve already promised to ease their worries that I’ll use it or have it with me as a just in case and someone will see the opportunity to take it from me as a means of “joking.”
And I’m afraid that our chronic pain will flare and will make it to where we can’t walk for minutes to hours on end and be stranded. Or have to be carried through the entire park.
I’m trying to prepare myself for the dirty looks I’ll get or people coming up to me or mocking me while we’re trying to have a fun day, but I know it’ll still be harmful to see in person.
I wish there was less stigmatization and demonization of people using a mobility aid to help them. I wish I didn’t have to have the worry of having it taken from me or being mocked/laughed at just for living. I want to be able to do things.
That and then being babied and told to rest constantly makes me feel completely useless and upset. I can still do things for myself. Just because I’m having to use an aid doesn’t mean I’m instantly just not able to fend for myself.
Though, I appreciate people opening doors for me. That’s a gesture I enjoy having.
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animeweebness · 11 months
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🚨UPDATE ALERT! 🚨
I HAVE UPDATED ONCE AGAIN!!! So now it’s a chapter five of my book:
•ʏᴏʀɪɪᴄʜɪ'ꜱ ʜᴇɪʀ• | MHA x KNY [Crossover]
Also I’ve reached more than 370 reads and I cannot believe it, like bro it’s THREE HUNDRED!! Thanks for the support hehe
So yeah you can read it on Wattpad:
User name: anime_weebness
Display name: Dracc_On_Cracc
Book name: •ʏᴏʀɪɪᴄʜɪ'ꜱ ʜᴇɪʀ• | MHA x KNY [Crossover]
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