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vivilove-jonsa · 6 months

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The Stranger's Bride

For Day 2 of the Jonsa Halloween Event: The Stranger - Pumpkin - Full Moon

(This is just a little something because I'm tired of outlining the next book tonight and the spooky season brought this to mind❤️)

It's nearly nightfall. Sansa wishes they hadn’t waited so late for the ceremony. The moon hides behind the clouds like a child playing peek-a-boo, eager to spoil her surprise. She breathes in deeply and checks her reflection one last time. A picture-perfect bride with auburn hair and a fragile, haunted beauty stares back. He will be eager to bed her once the feast is over and the Wolf will be eager to feast in turn. She’s been dutiful all her life but, tonight, duty dies.

The music swells as the massive doors of the sept open. All guests turn to watch her coming down the aisle in her ivory and grey cloak, embroidered with the direwolf, the symbol of the Stark Family. Every man in her family has the beast tattooed over his heart from the age of sixteen when he swears the oath. So silly. As if a tattoo makes a man into a fearsome beast. What does her groom have tattooed over his heart? A dragon? Perhaps so though she knows he is the son of her long-dead aunt.

Outwardly, this looks like a happy occasion but the bride knows better. The men are all armed and ready to spill blood at a moment’s notice should something go awry. And, the women present either look at her with pity (if they have sense) or envy (if they have none.) One thing is agreed though - they all think she’ll be lucky to survive one year as his wife.

Sansa ignores the stares, holding her head high as she walks with measured grace, letting her blue eyes sweep over the images of the gods above the altar. She could relate to the Maiden’s plight or seek the Mother’s comfort or Crone’s wisdom today.

But there stands the Stranger.

How fitting when she is to wed a stranger today, the ruthless new underworld boss of the South, Jon Targaryen. They say he is a cold-blooded killer. It's rumored he can't be killed. Nonsense. All men die.

When she dares look at him, his dark eyes burn with fire, reminding her that his family’s favorite method for eliminating their enemies is burning them alive. Gruesome but effective. The Starks prefer the old ways.

“He will never harm you,” Father had said when he’d told her of the arrangement he had made with the now-deceased Rhaegar Targaryen.

“There is little you can do about it if he does.” Father knows it to be true even if he prefers to pretend otherwise. She’ll be his wife and under his power. At least, that’s what they all think.

“A marriage between our houses will bring peace. It’s better for business.”

Business. That is the name of the game when you’re born into the mob. Arranged marriages are still popular in their world, a way to broker peace. The Northern Families had needed peace badly enough for her father to barter his oldest daughter away.

Through stained glass, the moon winks at her from behind the clouds and that familiar, savage hunger unfurls. Not yet, not yet. She clutches her tummy, hoping to mask it as maidenly nerves.

Father grips her hand a little tighter, the tiniest sign he’s not the emotionless ice man everyone believes him to be. Is it a desire to comfort her that prompts him to do it? A warning to her not to run? Or fear of what may happen this night?

The endless walk to her groom is over before she knows it and her father's protection ends. It's fine. She can protect herself.

The septon starts to speak and the rustling behind them tells her the guests are taking their seats. What a show they may have if those clouds can’t contain the moon a little longer.

But a cold, scarred hand slips into hers, drawing her from her murderous thoughts. The darkness of his eyes is not as profound up close. The grey reminds her more of her father’s with flecks of lilac visible in the candlelight.

His lips twist into a wry but undeniably fetching grin. She would prefer if he’d been plainer. No other appetites would be raised if that were so.

“Good evening, wife.” They are the first words he has ever spoken to her. They feel like a caress meant to calm.

“Good evening,” she murmurs in reply. She is well known for her courtesy after all. He is handsome. Perhaps she will let him bed her before she allows the wolf to-

“You smell…” He lets the words hang and she wonders if he means to insult her here at the altar as they are being wed. Her eyes snap to his and those mesmerizing eyes have changed again back to something dark and unfathomable when he finally finishes the sentence. “Delicious.”

And, it’s then that she hears it in his voice, that rumbling growl his civil mask can’t contain as the moon emerges from the clouds. She knows that sound like her own heartbeat. His thumb sweeps across her wrist, setting her pulse to pounding and drawing an answering growl from her own throat. How curious.

"You smell... dangerous," she says, testing.

He smiles, showing her his sharp teeth. Oh. Her groom is a stranger to her but they share an unexpected kinship.

Old Nan had always said she would recognize another with the dark gift without ever uttering a sound. She was right. What an interesting discovery to make on one's wedding day. She can't wait for the wedding night.

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sonekwi · 2 months

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☆ ⸻ the white paladin, keith x reader

chapter two: the blue lion

characters/pairings: keith, female reader

genre: fanfiction

summary: after saving shiro from the garrison, the universe pieces everything together. you and your friends stumble across the very thing he returned to earth to find: the blue lion.

word count: 3,145

links: previous, next, wattpad, masterlist

Keith had brought you all to a small cabin in what seems to be the middle of nowhere. And while waiting for Shiro to wake up, the group lazed about. Hunk and Pidge sat on the floor, going over notes and theories. You and Lance lounged on the couch, your head in his lap while you took a nap. And Keith was pretty much glued to Shiro the entire time, watching and waiting.

But now, Shiro is awake and taking some time outside to recollect his thoughts. You can only imagine how scrambled he must be after being in the hands of aliens for so long, and the trauma he endured.

Keith paces back and forth. From where you lay on the couch, your gaze follows him. He chews on his cuticles impatiently and stares down at the dusty old floor. Shiro said he wanted to be alone, but Keith is too protective of his family to listen to him for long.

Just as you open your mouth to say something, Keith huffs and walks out of the cabin. But it's not long before he comes back with Shiro.

You sit up and stretch your arms above your head, smacking Lance in the face. He jolts awake and glares at you. You give him a wry smile and say, "Sorry."

Keith walks over to one of the cabin walls and rips a tarp down, revealing pictures, maps, and articles. Messy red arrows and circles are marked all over to connect evidence and facts. However, one particular spot on a map was circled heavily, the ink bleeding through the paper.

"What have you been working on..?" Shiro asks slowly.

"It's kind of... hard to explain," Keith says, looking at everyone. He turns back to the wall, pointing to the spot on the map, "After leaving the Garrison, I felt... lost. But then I was drawn to this place. It was like something, some energy, was telling me to search."

"For what?" Shiro asks.

"I'm not sure," Keith says, "But when I did search, I came across a cave system with all of these ancient drawings. Each one depicts a slightly different story about a blue lion, and some... arrival happening," he explains as he points to the photos on the walls. He then turns to Shiro, "And then you showed up."

Shiro hums, an impressed smile spreading on his face. He turns to where you, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge are clumped together across the room.

"I should thank you all for getting me out of there," he says. He reaches his robotic hand out to your brother. Your brother, awestruck, grins and excitedly shakes his hand. "You're Lance, right?" he asks. Your brother nods.

Shiro turns to you, "And you're (y/n)?"

"Yes!" you smile, shaking his hand.

"I'm Pidge and this is Hunk," the short ginger says, pointing to his friend who nervously pulls his fingers. "Do you know if the rest of your crew made it?" Pidge asks.

You look at Pidge. He's weirdly obsessed with Shiro's crew and the whole Kerberos mission. Thinking back, you remember his outburst with Commander Iverson after the simulation.

"I don't know," Shiro says after taking a moment to dig through his memories. "My brain is still pretty scrambled. But one thing sticks out... I kept hearing the word Voltron over and over. It's some kind of weapon."

"That's what Pidge was hearing on his space radio," you say and Pidge nods.

"Maybe those were the aliens that captured Shiro?" Lance suggests.

"Well, we need to find this Voltron before the aliens do," Shiro says.

"Okay," Lance raises a brow, "How are we going to do that? We don't even know what Voltron looks like."

"We have Pidge's artist's rendition?" you say.

"It could look totally different though," Pidge says with a shrug.

"Fear not," Hunk interjects and pulls something out of Pidge's bag. "I was looking through Pidge's stuff and–"

"What!?" Pidge shrieks and snatches his bag from Hunk's hands. "Why were you going through my stuff!?"

Hunk smiles sheepishly, "Looking for a snack," he says, "But I was looking through his diary–"

"Seriously!?"

"–and found a repeating series of numbers that looked like a Fraunhofer line," Hunk quickly finishes speaking before Pidge can interrupt him again.

"A frown-what?" Keith asked with a puzzled look.

"It's a number describing the emission spectrum of an element, only this element isn't on Earth," Hunk elaborates. "I was thinking this could be Voltron. I could build something to track it, like a Voltron Geiger counter."

Lance flashes a smile. "Hunk, you big gassy genius!"

"It's pretty great," Hunk says and pulls a piece of paper from his pocket. He holds it up, and you observe the graph drawn onto it. "The wavelength looks like this."

"Give me that," Keith snatches the paper from Hunk's hands and examines it closely. He then turns to one of the pictures on the wall, something connecting in his brain. He holds the paper next to it, the spikes of the graph looking uncannily similar to those of the stone pillars and rock outcroppings in the photo.

The group shares a look, concluding that's where you need to go.

⁀➷

"Okay, this is freaky," you say, standing before the stone structures. The blazing sun beats down on you, but you have to admit the dry heat feels better than the humid heat back home.

"I'm getting a reading," Hunk says as he pushes to the front of the group. The small device he holds in his hands beeps, slowly but prominently. You all follow him as he hikes into the desert, tracking down whatever element Voltron is made of.

Coming upon a cave entrance, the Geiger counter freaks out. Hunk hums curiously and shoves the device into his pocket. Even from where you stand outside, you can strongly feel the eerie thrumming of energy emanating from within the cave.

"In here," Hunk gestures to the rest of you as he enters the cave.

Inside, you inhale deeply. The stuffy, damp air within makes it uncomfortable to breathe. You take note of your surroundings, listening to the water drip from the stalactites. And as your eyes wander and adjust to the darkness, they land on the carvings.

You walk up, placing a hand on the cold stone. Your fingers run along the grooves and ancient paint, outlining the figure of what Keith had described as a blue lion.

"These are the carvings I was telling you guys about," Keith says, walking up beside you.

"Those pictures do not do them justice," you say, smiling softly at the beauty of the ancient art.

Keith glances at you, his eyes wandering over your face. When you turn to him, he looks away and clears his throat. "I am... sorry," he says, "For not reaching out. We just– you always said that we were going to be pilots together, and I didn't know how to face you after everything."

"Keith..." you say softly. "I'm not mad, I never was."

That was a lie. The first few weeks after he left, you were angry and hurt. You texted him, sent him videos and pictures of mundane life, and tried calling him. You did everything you could to talk to him again. You didn't understand how he could just leave you.

Eventually, you got over your anger. The past few months were filled with loneliness and wishing you could see him again. Which, now that you think about it, feels more pathetic than screaming and punching your pillow.

Nadia kept telling you he wasn't worth crying over. You didn't listen.

"I know you're lying," Keith says, his grey eyes flicking up to yours. "I'm sorry I hurt you, (y/n)."

You clench your jaw as an unwanted emotion bubbles up. Why are you still mad? You got to see him again and he even apologized!

You open your mouth to say something when a strange, glowing blue light illuminates the entire cave. Your eyes immediately shoot towards Lance, who stumbles away from the cave wall.

"Lance–" you say, interrupted again by the sound of cracking and rumbling. Below you, the ground begins to crumble away.

You grab ahold of Keith as the ground caves in and you fall into a hidden sub-chamber of the cave. You scream, feeling the cold, wet air rush past you as you plummet further down. And after a few very horrifying seconds, you land on solid ground... in a shallow pool.

You push yourself up, water dripping from your soaked clothes. Beside you, Keith groans and sits up. "Are you okay?" you ask.

"Perfectly fine," Keith growls. He stands and holds his hand out to you. You take it, reluctantly, and he pulls you to your feet.

"What the heck is that thing?" Hunk says.

You follow his gaze and your eyes land upon the otherworldly machine before you. The Blue Lion. You gasp with awe, "How hasn't this been found? It's freaking huge!"

"Do you think this is Voltron?" Pidge asks.

"It must be," Shiro says.

"This is what's been causing all this crazy energy out here," Keith says and steps closer. "Looks like there's a force field around it."

Lance hums, "Does anyone else get the feeling this is staring at them?" he walks side to side, feeling uneasy as the machine's eyes glow brightly yellow. "Yeah... the eyes are totally following me."

Keith places his hands against the force field, ripples moving through the material upon contact. "I wonder how we get through this..."

You look up at the Blue Lion, then at the force field. "Maybe you just have to knock," you joke as you raise your hand, knocking twice.

You yelp as the force field glows brighter, the Lion's eyes lighting up eagerly. As the force field drops, the ground beneath the Lion illuminates in a strange alchemic pattern. The Lion growls deeply, a strong wind suddenly blowing all around you.

As you stare into the Lion's eyes, a vision flashes in your mind. Five Lions fly through space, the Blue Lion among them, and come together to form a robot. It bears a flaming sword, and as it swings it towards you, you are brought back to the real world.

"Did anyone else just see that?" you ask.

Hunk geeks out. "Voltron is a robot! A huge, huge awesome robot!"

"And this is only one part of it!" Pidge exclaims, "I wonder where the rest of them are?"

Shiro stares up at the Blue Lion, "This is what they're looking for..."

Suddenly, the Lion begins to move. It rises from its metal haunches and lowers its head to the ground. You're awestruck, the mere size of the thing making you seem like a tiny ant. It slowly opens its mouth, allowing entry. A soft, playful purr rumbles through its chest.

Your brother smiles and walks inside the Lion.

"Wait!" you chase after him, "You don't know what's in there, you idiot!"

When you catch up to him, he seats himself in what you guess to be a pilot's chair. You roll your eyes as your brother clearly has no survival instincts. But, knowing that he's alive, you take the chance to look around the cockpit as it powers up. Various diagnostic screens and holograms pop up, and the interior lighting matches the Lion's color.

"Woah..." Lance says as the large screen spanning across the entire cockpit displays what's outside, providing a 180 degree view from left to right. "This is fancy."

"No kidding! You don't have to worry about glass shards getting all over you!" you say, remembering the numerous times during flight training when the windshield had shattered.

The rest of the group enters the cockpit, the small area becoming crowded very quickly. As Lance looks at the main dashboard quizzically, he goes quiet. Everything seems to be written in an alien language.

He pauses and his body tenses and his eyes widen, almost as if he senses something the rest of you don't. He then turns to everyone, "Did you guys hear that?" he asks.

"Hear what?" you say, raising a brow.

"I think this thing is talking to me," Lance says. He reaches for the controls and presses a few buttons. The Blue Lion lets out a fearsome roar and fully stands. Lance then grasps the levers at either side of him, smiling eagerly. "Alright! Now let's try this!"

He shoves the levers forward and the Lion crashes through the walls of the cave, emerging into the open desert. He flies the Lion around, performing crazy maneuvers and nose dives. You grab onto your brother's shoulders, holding on for dear life.

"You are the worst pilot ever!" Keith barks, fighting to stay upright.

"Isn't this awesome?" Lance asks.

"Make it stop!" Hunk gags, the excessive motion making him feel sick.

"I'm not making it do anything! It's like it's on autopilot!" Lance says.

The Lion dives towards the ground, its metal claws digging into the dry earth. It begins to run around, almost as if it's excited to be out of the cave. You swear you can even hear it purr.

Then, the Lion jumps and blasts into the air. It heads further and further into the atmosphere, seemingly heading for outer space. Or maybe another nose dive.

"Where are you going?" Keith asks.

"I just said it's on autopilot!" Lance sasses, rolling his eyes. "It's telling me there's an alien ship approaching Earth. I think we're supposed to stop it."

"What did it say exactly?" Pidge asks.

"Well, it's not like it's saying words, it's more like feeding ideas into my brain," Lance says.

Hunk whines, "If this thing is the weapon they're coming for, why don't we just give it to them? Maybe they'll leave us alone."

Shiro snaps at him, his tone low and serious, "You don't understand. These monsters spread like a plague throughout the galaxy, destroying everything in their path. There's no bargaining with them, they won't stop until everything is dead."

Hunk looks away, "Oh... never mind then."

As the Blue Lion enters space, the gravity within the cockpit strangely stays the same. But you decide not to question it.

Then, out of nowhere, a giant alien warship pops up in front of you.

"Lance, move," you say, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. "Now!"

"What? Why?" he asks.

"Just move!" you shout and he does so. You take his seat and grab onto the levers. This is serious, and you do not want to risk your brother failing at this as he did with the simulator.

You maneuver the Lion around the warship just as it attacks, shooting purple lasers at you.

"We've got to get out of here!" Pidge says.

"I know," you say, "But we can't just leave it here. If Shiro's right, they'll destroy our home."

Quickly, you turn the Blue Lion to face the warship and push one of the levers forward. You simultaneously press the button on the side of the handle and the Lion blasts a laser across the length of the warship. The fiery heat of it explodes the exterior.

"Come on," you mutter as you turn back around, flying away from Earth. You bring up a rear camera on the dashboard, waiting for the warship to follow.

And it does.

"They're gaining on us!" Pidge says.

"Weird... They're not attacking, just following," you say, pushing the levers forward more to gain some speed.

"Okay, so now we think having aliens follow us is good?" Hunk asks.

"Where are we even?" Keith asks.

Shiro looks around, "The edge of the solar system... There's Kerberos," he says, pointing to Pluto's moon.

"Seriously?" Pidge says, "It takes months for our ships to get out here! It took us five seconds!"

"What–" you stop when what looks to be a large wormhole opens in front of you. The cloudy blue and white center swirls, obscuring whatever is on the other side of it.

"I think this may sound crazy," Lance says, "But I think the Lion wants us to go through there!"

"Where does it go..?" you ask warily, looking at your brother.

"I don't know," he says. "Shiro... you're the superior officer hear. What should we do?"

"Well, it seems like the Lion knows more than we do," Shiro answers. "But we're a team now, we should decide together."

You look over your shoulder to everyone else, watching as they consider their options. After a moment, Lance places a hand on your shoulder and the group gives you a confirming nod.

"I guess we're skipping class tomorrow," you say and fly into the wormhole. It closes right before the alien warship can follow you through.

On the other side, the wormhole opens near an Earth-like planet. You stare at the blue waters and green continents, wondering how likely it is for the inhabitable chunk of rock to exist. All the other planets humans have discovered in faraway galaxies and systems never looked like this, even the ones that could have alien life.

"I don't recognize any of the constellations," Shiro says, "We're a long way from Earth."

The levers jerk from your hands as the Blue Lion takes over the controls. You sit back, "The Lion seems to want to go to this planet... I think it's going home," you say softly.

As the Lion breaks through the atmosphere, it rumbles and shakes. Hunk groans, getting motion sick again. "I am the only one that's having second thoughts about going through a mysterious wormhole? Why are we listening to a sentient robotic lion anyway?" he asks, agitation clear in his tone.

"It got us away from that alien warship!" Lance says.

Keith glares at your brother. "I don't know if you noticed, but we're in an alien warship."

You roll your eyes and tease, "What? Are you scared?"

"Terrified," Keith sarcastically retorts.

"Alright, knock it off," Shiro warns, "No one wants to be in this situation, but we're here now. The only to get through this is to do it together."

"So..." you purse your lips, "What do we do?"

"First, we figure out where we're headed," Shiro says, then looks to your brother expectantly. "Lance?"

He shrugs, "I don't know, the Lion's not talking to me anymore- wait! Shh! You guys hear that?" he says and everyone falls silent. For once you do hear something, but it's nothing like the mythical and mysterious whispering voice you imagined.

"Uh, it sounds like a high-pitch squeal?" Hunk says.

Lance rips ass and you groan, slapping a hand over your mouth and nose. With your free one, you whip around and smack him. The group says their fair share of insults and complaints, too.

He laughs, "But seriously, there's a castle up ahead!"

#keith voltron #voltron #keith x reader #fanfiction #vld keith #vld fanfic #keith kogane

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phlve · 8 months

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Socionics Quadras — Delta

Delta, or the ‘fourth’ quadra, includes LSE, EII, IEE, and SLI.

Reinin caracterises this quadra as Judicious, Serious, and Aristocratic.

Dominant elements

The dominant IM elements of the Delta Quadra are Te, Fi, Ne, Si. Grouping together the elements of the Ego blocks of the Delta Quadra types, we get a picture of what aspects of life Delta Quadra types strive to bring to the forefront of life, as well as the kind of group atmosphere and lifestyle they pursue.

Te blocked with Si

Delta types make a point of talking about the rationale behind their actions and emphasizing the productiveness or unproductiveness of different ways of doing things - even in such emotional areas as personal relationships.

Delta types value peaceful, refreshing activities where they are doing something useful and balancing out their inner world at the same time.

Delta types have the philosophy that they will have to rely on their own industriousness to achieve their goals rather than on luck, speculation, group effort, or strong leadership.

Ne blocked with Fi

Delta types love to share personal experience mixed with their own sentiments regarding their experiences, but all in an insightful and non-dramatic manner.

Delta types like to talk about new beginnings, opportunities for personal growth, and their plans and prospects for the future.

Subdued elements

The subdued IM elements of the Delta Quadra are Fe, Ti, Se, Ni. Grouping together the elements of the Super-Ego blocks of the Delta Quadra types, we get a picture of what aspects of life Delta types strive to keep hidden, avoid, not focus attention on, and keep at the periphery of their lives.

Fe blocked with Ni

Delta types rarely display their deep passions and vision, preferring instead to talk in more neutral terms about what they want to do and why.

Delta types reject dramatism and emotional affect in favor of wry humor and understatement.

Delta types don’t tend to form or maintain groups based on fun, emotional interaction, but only take groups seriously that perform some common productive or restful activity.

Delta types generally dislike using poetic wording when describing their inner state, but talk simply about what they feel or their bodily sensations.

Se blocked with Ti

Delta types do not fare well in high-pressure situations where they are being forced to do things, are facing threatening opponents, or are submitted to rigorous discipline, but wear out quickly and look for a more peaceful and welcoming environment.

Group behavior

Groups made up of primarily Delta types tend to be focused on working on projects, enjoying physical recreation, or finding out interesting things about each other. Laughter is usually subdued and brief; instead, people smile a lot and try to be witty and welcoming. Groups need to be focused on some specific productive activity or topic of discussion, or else they fall apart. In Delta groups, there is a lot of splintering and decentralization. This allows for more focused and productive interaction with only those who share your particular interests or sentiments. People jump from small group to small group easily to keep up their interest level. No one demands that the entire group listen to one person or that everyone do the same thing. Delta Quadra types believe that if everyone just pursues their own interests and makes some accommodations for others, the group will be better off anyway. Delta Quadra types do not focusing on building group identity or unity of purpose, but prefer for the group to remain splintered and decentralized.

Romance styles

Delta romantic relationships usually begin simply as the encounter of two individuals interested in a relationship and each other in a particular moment, with very little in terms of outward demonstrations of “romance” in the “wooing” sense of the term or in strong external demonstrations of emotions. Deltas are more focused on the present moment than Gammas, and therefore even relationships of very strong attachment do not lead to constant concerns as to their longer-term practical feasibility. Deltas see as optimal romantic relationships those where partners spend time together on fun activities and sharing ideas of potential practical application. Romantic atmospheres are low-key, based on comfort but practicality.

Perception of other quadras

Alpha

Deltas tend to see Alpha types as fun company and interesting people to discuss ideas and prospects with, but naive and inconsistent in their personal and business relationships. Alpha types seem to lack the common sense to turn their fun and creative energy into something productive and often seem overly idealistic.

Beta

Deltas tend to see Beta types as people who “dream big” and always want to turn things into grandiose endeavors, yet can’t manage day-to-day affairs effectively. Also, Beta types seem unwilling to consider things from the point of view of others, which gives them a streak of meanness and cruelty.

Gamma

Deltas tend to see Gamma types as driven and reliable in personal and business relationships, but not sufficiently understanding of people who want to pursue their own individual path in life. Gamma types sometimes become too demanding and can have a streak of vindictiveness or spitefulness which prevents them from being accepting and forgiving.

Source: Wikisocion

#personality theory #personality types #typology #socionics #sociotypes #iee #lse #eii #sli #enfp #estj #infp #istj

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oswildin · 5 months

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Love Is A Dagger (Loki x OFC) - Chapter One

Summary: When Loki is apprehended by an organisation called the Time Variance Authority, he didn’t expect to be roped into helping a certain agent hunt an elusive variant that had been terrorising the TVA for years. What he also didn’t expect, was for the variant to apparently be connected to his timeline, to him. He couldn’t have anticipated where this whole venture would lead. The woman from his future, exposing truths about the TVA, and one big branching mess. Sacrifice, grief, anger and love… But which will prevail?

Warnings: ‘Loki’ spoilers

FIC MASTERLIST // PREVIOUS // NEXT

THE ARCHIVES - THE TIME VARIANCE AUTHORITY - TIME UNKNOWN

"And you're sure this variant is connected to me?"

Loki raised a brow, glancing up from the report he had been skimming. He was now fitted in TVA uniform which was far better than that awful, drab jumpsuit. And that blasted collar had been removed - wise and foolish at the same time.

Although, it could do with something a bit more... refined. And the colours are still extremely dull.

Mobius had asked him to go over the case files, the reports of the ambushes, to see if he could spot anything the TVA couldn't. But it seemed whoever was on the warpath against the TVA was well versed in covering their tracks. Sneaky and stealthy it seemed.

"I mean, how can you even be sure?" Loki threw the document down, leaning back in his seat, looking over at the agent sat opposite him who was also looking through the files.

"Loki, we're the TVA, it's our job to be sure." Mobius replied lowly in return, closing the file he had been staring at for the last few minutes.

"Well, you don't even know who they are-" Loki pointed out, shrugging lightly. "Which is why you needed my help in the first place." He paused. "You're hoping our elusive variant will catch wind of the God of Mischief aiding the organisation they seem so intent on disrupting, making them slip up, assuming they know me well enough for it to rattle them." He tilted his head slightly as Mobius raised his brows, letting out a wry huff.

"You're quick, I'll give you that." The agent wagged a finger at Loki as the God's lips twitched.

"Mobius, I'm a God." He replied, tone turning mocking. "Of course I'm quick." His brows furrowed, hand lifting from the table in a gesture of 'duh, obliviously'.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Mobius conceded, eyes rolling faintly. "Except, not quick enough it seems." He added with a sigh, waving a dismissive hand towards the stacks of files. "I mean, it's bad enough when it's another you we have to deal with, but whoever this is really is taking the biscuit." He shook his head. "They're giving you a run for your money."

"Oh, I assure you-" Loki huffed out a dry laugh. "They are no match for me." His tone held his signature air of cockiness, arrogance.

This variant most certainly won't outsmart me.

"Yeah, I thought you'd say something like that." Mobius muttered, reaching for another file. "Keep up that bravado, helps with morale." He quipped, smirking faintly as Loki sent a quick glare his way.

Bravado. The nerve.

ROXXCART, HAVEN HILLS - ALABAMA - 2050

Finally. The hunt has led to this moment. Time to find out who you are, variant...

After a lot of searching and theorising, Loki and Mobius had managed to find out where the variant had likely been hiding. Loki had discovered apocalypses were the most likely answer, a place where no matter what the variant did, it wouldn't cause a branch. No nexus events could be created.

Clever. I'll give them that.

Stepping into the eerily silent, dimly lit superstore, Loki eyed their surroundings, taking in all possible hiding spots and escape routes their variant could take. Letting out a sigh, he swiftly let a shimmer of magic travel over him, drying his clothes from the storms rain as B-15 frowned at him, stepping back.

"What the hell was that?" She asked, tone a mix of surprise and irritation. Loki raised a brow, pursing his lips as he turned to look at her, hands in his trouser pockets.

"That was magic." He replied simply, glancing at the group. "Drying my clothes." He shook his head slightly, shrugging. "So I don't announce myself with every squeaky footstep like the rest of you." He paused. "At least one of us has to be sneaky to match our variant, not simply barrel in with all the grace of a bull in a china shop." He said wryly, as Mobius let out a slow breath, shaking his head at B-15 to drop it. He had come to realise it was best to just let Loki say his little comments and leave it at that, otherwise it would quickly become a battle of barbs. Loki's whole stick was to see if he could rile people up, get them to react, have them give him attention. Unfortunately, for Mobius, it worked most the time, but now was not the time or place for quips and jabs.

It wasn't long until B-15 and Mobius had a disagreement about who Loki should go with. Loki watched, lips pressed in a thin line. He was too eager to get on with the chase than to stand around and watch the pair argue about who got babysitting duties.

"It's okay." Loki held up a hand towards Mobius, raising his brows. "Trust is earned, I understand that." He said sincerely, holding the agents gaze. "So, trust that I am far too curious to find out who this vexing variant is to do anything that a uh..." He smirked faintly. "-mischievous scamp would do." He recounted Mobius' earlier words when describing him, looking at him beseechingly. Mobius sighed, shifting on his feet as he glanced at B-15, who was definitely not going to back down from her stance that Loki should stay with her.

"Fine." Mobius reluctantly conceded, before turning to Loki, pointing at him. "But first sign of trouble-"

"And I will ensure B-15 here reports straight to you." Loki finished for him with a small nod. With one last glance between them all, Loki moved to stand beside B-15, hands still in his trouser pockets, radiating a sense of calm and collected. He wasn't at all worried about this variant. In fact, he truly believed he could get them on side. Not the side of the TVA, of course, but his own side. The side where he overthrows the Time Keepers and ascends as God King.

Let the games begin.

—

This was it.

Everything she had been waiting for. All the years spent endlessly planning, thinking of every possible outcome and trouble that could arise.

Her hands twisted together the last two wires, her figure hidden in the shadows as she finished up the rig. Reset charges littered the shelves around the superstore, thunder clapping outside as the rain pelted down, wind hitting the building, only getting stronger as the storm drew closer.

Activate the charges, send them to disrupt the timeline causing chaos, get to the TVA and find the Time Keepers and make them pay. Easy.

Taking a breath, she slowly stood from her crouched position, stepping back from her handiwork to survey it. With a small nod to herself, she reached round to her holster to grab the TemPad, steadying herself for what was to come. However, her head snapped up as she heard hushed voices and footsteps slowly walking down a nearby aisle. Her eyes narrowed, putting away the TemPad safely as she listened to the footsteps. Two people. Moving to the end of the aisle silently, she kept to the shadows, peering round the corner of the shelving unit to see the familiar figure of a minuteman. Her jaw clenched, hands curling into fists as she watched from nearby.

However, when the second figure came into view, her breath caught in her throat.

—

"I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier-" Loki spoke lowly, peering at B-15 who was very intently staring ahead, keeping her mind on the task.

"Shh!" B-15 hissed at Loki, timestick in her grip. Loki blinked at the woman, brows furrowing.

"Well, hang on- I was trying to make-" Loki tried once more, only for the woman to send a glare his way, once more shushing him, irritation evident in her face. Loki let out a slow breath, pursing his lips about to open his mouth once more, but a noise nearby stopped them in their tracks. Loki's head turned towards the direction of the noise, brows twitching as he instantly became alert.

—

Shit.

She pushed herself back behind the aisle, staying out of sight as Loki's head snapped towards her direction. She tried to calm her racing heart, breaths coming out quick and shallow.

How can he be here? This wasn't in the plan. This wasn't- I hadn't even accounted for... this.

Letting her back rest against the shelving unit, her mind raced. What would she do now? She couldn't... She couldn't just stop her plans. She had to finish this. Finish what the TVA had started. This changed nothing. Although, even as her mind told her that, her heart said otherwise. This changed everything.

No. Do what you have to.

—

B-15 shared a look with Loki, before the God held up a hand, signalling for her to wait as he took a few cautious steps forwards. His sharp blue eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of someone, keeping his steps quiet and light, ready to defend them at any moment if needed.

"I know you're here." Loki called out, keeping his voice low and smooth, not wanting to scare off whoever was hiding from them.

Patience is key.

When silent met them, Loki narrowed his eyes slightly, before continuing. "They think you're connected to me."

Perhaps this will get them to show themselves.

"So tell me..." Loki paused, raising a curious brow, sending a quick glance B-15's direction. "Are they right?" He paused, a few more beats of silence passing. He let out a quiet sigh. "From my timeline... Past, present or future?" He took another slow step forwards, stepping under a flickering light. "I do really hate not knowing."

"This is getting us nowhere-" B-15 muttered under her breath, moving to take a few steps forwards, brushing past Loki as she headed towards where the sound had come from, activating her timestick as Loki went to protest, holding a hand out to try and stop her. But to his surprise, the woman was met with a blast of violet energy, flying backwards to crash into a shelving unit a few feet away, timestick clattering to the floor. Loki's eyes widened, as he quickly snapped his head towards where the blast had come from, summoning his own magic as his hands glowed emerald.

B-15 fell to the floor, unconscious, as Loki wasted no time in stalking towards the aisle that the violet blast had come from, fingers crackling with magic. However, as he approached, he was swiftly met with a blast of his own, flying backwards as his back hit the store floor, sliding a few feet before coming to a stop. His face scrunched in pain from the impact, letting out a sharp breath as he lifted his head. But as soon as he did, he was met with a cold blade at his throat, a weight on top of him as his eyes widened.

He took in whoever was holding him down, slowly raising his hands in surrender, magic dissipating from his fingers. His eyes scanned the woman above him, taking in her narrowed brown eyes. From what he could see in the flickering lights, she was young, appeared mortal, maybe around the age of thirty at most if he had to take a guess. Long raven hair framed her face, slightly mussed, errant strands on her cheeks. She had faint dark circles under her eyes, lines in the corners from past smiles and laughs, and there was a sadness in her eyes, along with rage and something else as she looked down at him. She was pretty, he found. But also, someone he didn't recognise.

"Forgive me-" Loki began smoothly, letting out a quick breath. "It seems you've got me at a bit of a disadvantage." He raised his chin slightly, trying to put distance between him and the blade she held at his neck.

—

It really is him.

She looked down at Loki, keeping her eyes narrowed into a glare as she kept her blade at the skin of his neck. Her mind was in turmoil, heart racing in her chest. It was clear he didn't know her. So, he was from before they knew one another. The thought sent a pang of disappointment though her chest, but she kept her outward appearance hardened. As Loki spoke, she raised her own chin slightly, pursing her lips.

"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed out, voice low as her eyes flickered to the TVA emblem on his jacket. "So the TVA think that just because they bring you in that it'll stop me?" She huffed out a wry laugh, disbelief evident in her face as she shook her head. "They've got you playing the loyal lapdog?"

She watched as Loki bristled slightly at her words, brows creasing as he narrowed his eyes. "I think you'll find I'm only loyal to myself." He quipped in return, making the woman roll her eyes.

"Of course you are." She muttered as Loki blinked up at her, sensing the exasperation in her tone.

"And I actually haven't come here to hand you over, in fact, I thought perhaps we could work together." Loki continued, as she looked down at him, watching his face closely. "It seems our goals align... Taking down the Time Keepers..." He paused. "Perhaps we could come to some arrangement." The woman let out a scoff at his words, removing her dagger from his neck as she pushed herself off of him, her hand pressing against his chest as he let out an 'oof' at the pressure.

"Why is it when you say 'taking down', I think what you actually mean is 'overthrow them' and 'take their throne'?" She asked, raising a brow as she gave him a knowing look.

He must be young. If he doesn't know who I am... And still is vying for a throne...

—

Loki watched as the woman pushed herself to her feet, blinking as he too pushed himself up, letting out a breath as he flipped his head back, hands by his sides. The look she gave him made him feel uneasy... Something about the knowing glint in her eye. The fact she knew his motivations without him even saying it... Unnerving to say the least.

"Am I really so predictable?" He asked wryly, smoothing back his hair.

"Yes." The woman answered without hesitation, Loki opening his mouth in faint offence, hands moving to rest on his hips. "Oh, don't give me that look- You've spent half your life trying to convince yourself you want a throne, why would it be any different now?" She continued, shaking her head.

Who... Who does she think she is?

"Uh, hang on just a minute-" Loki raised his hand, lifting a finger as if to make a point, but he was surprised as the woman simply turned on her heel, walking away from him. Loki blinked, hand moving palm up in a 'what is happening' gesture.

Okay... So someone from my future clearly.

"I'm not done yet!" Loki exclaimed after her, quickly moving to follow her as she walked down the flickering aisle. Loki reached out to grasp her shoulder to stop her movements, but she was quicker, swiftly grabbing his wrist as she ducked under his arm, once more bringing her dagger up to his neck, eyes narrowed fiercely.

"Stay out of my way." Her voice was low, warning evident in her tone. Loki's eyes twitched, narrowing faintly as her blade once more hovered near his neck.

"Tell me who you are." Loki demanded, holding her gaze. He wasn't afraid of her. Something told him she wouldn't actually hurt him. Maybe that was stupid to think, but there was something in her eyes when she looked at him that gave him pause. The woman seemed to take a moment, before leaning forwards slightly.

"I'm the woman who's going to burn the TVA to the ground." Her voice was full of conviction, certainty. Her eyes only backed up her sentiments as Loki tilted his head ever so slightly.

So, she doesn't want to take over... She wants to destroy it. Interesting.

"Whilst I applaud your confidence, I highly doubt you are capable of bringing a whole organisation to their knees on your own." Loki replied, a mocking smirk pulling at his lips. He watched in amusement as the woman seemingly bristled at his words, her grip on her blade faltering for a moment.

Ah, there it is. And Mobius was worried she could out do m-

Loki didn't get to finish his thought before he was flying backwards, the woman having used her boot to kick him in the gut, sending him tumbling back onto the floor once more. Loki let out a wheeze, coughing lightly, blinking harshly at the ceiling.

Well, I didn't expect that. She certainly has quite a kick on her, I'll give her that.

"Stay out of my way." The woman repeated once more, stalking off down the aisle again. "Idiot." Loki heard her huff under her breath, causing his brows to crease, hand moving to lay on his stomach, giving himself a moment to catch his breath.

—

Arrogant idiot.

The woman thought to herself with a shake of her head.

Clearly, very young. Maybe... New York young? If that's the case, god help us all.

She once more grabbed the TemPad from her holster, putting her dagger away, moving to the device she had waiting to set the reset charges off in tandem. Kneeling down, she began to set it up, placing the TemPad into the slot.

"Who are you!?" She heard Loki's voice echo down the aisle, glancing back to see him striding towards her, anger clear on his face that she had managed to best him twice, once without magic. She clenched her jaw, quickly activating the device as the reset charges began to light up around them on the shelves, causing Loki to pause in his steps, head snapping to look at a nearby reset charge. "So that's your plan? Blow the place up?" He almost scoffed. The woman rose to her feet, turning to face him as he stood a few metres away.

"No." She told him simply, causing him to look back at her. "It's called a distraction." Just as she said that, time doors opened under the reset charges, making them disappear through them as they went off throughout the sacred timeline, creating branches for the TVA to deal with. "Now, if you're quite done, I'm rather busy."

Loki kept his body tense, his eyes watching her closely when she reached to grab the TemPad, taking a few steps to the side as she fiddled with the device. "You know me." Loki said lowly, unable to hide the curiosity from his voice, a time door opening before the woman.

"No, I know the future you." She replied coolly, looking up at him with an arched brow. Loki let out an exasperated sigh at her smart quip.

—

God, she is vexing.

"Loki!" The God turned at his name being called, seeing Mobius rushing down from the other side of the store, minutemen in tow. Loki pursed his lips, glancing back at the woman, torn between what to do. The woman simply lifted her hand, giving a mocking wave before stepping through the time door, out of sight. "Loki, wait!" Mobius exclaimed.

I don't trust her. But I also don't trust the TVA...

Loki clenched his fists in frustration, his plan to work with the variant clearly out the window now. All he could do... Was follow her. Get answers. And maybe... Use her to get to the Time Keepers himself. Without wasting another moment, Loki took long strides towards the time door, stepping through as it snapped shut behind him, leaving behind Mobius and the others.

Time for answers.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki series #loki x oc #loki fanfic #loki x original female character #loki x ofc #loki disney+#mcu loki #marvel fanfiction #marvel x oc #loki x reader #loki show #Spotify

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sukimas · 1 year

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FE gets a lot of flak for gender-locking its classes, but it has more gender parity than a lot of RPGs in the characters that are chosen representatives of their classes IMO

like sure you can make anyone whatever in a lot of RPGs, but it sure is interesting that the representative for the white mage is a sweet little girl and the beefy sword user is always represented by a guy.

ignoring obvious exceptions like wrys, fire emblem basically threw off that yoke partly in fe4 and completely in fe5. the only gender-lock being pegasi impedes unit growth and is a little silly, sure, but when i look at its competition (in other games i still love, mind!) i go Huh.

#of course it's not perfect #but it's astounding to play a game from '96 and have women be warriors without it being made a Thing of #fe1-3 do fail this but not as badly as some contemporaries #and of course in the modern era you won't blink twice at a female berserker

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airlock · 3 months

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CYL8 Nerding - Internal Top 20 (Akaneia - Tellius)

I think I usually count to the top 25 but I forgot about that until the last moment this year, whops

anyway, here's this year's best voted within their own continuities -- for Akaneia, Valentia, Jugdral, Elibe, Magvel and Tellius. the remainder will be up on another post soon!

AKANEIA (previous winners: Marth) #1: Caeda (1542 votes) #2: Catria (979 votes) #3: akaneia!Tiki (752 votes; 1658 with TMS #FE!Tiki) #4: Minerva (585 votes) #5: Katarina (503 votes) #6: Palla (441 votes) #7: Navarre (421 votes) #8: Ogma (383 votes) #9: Merric (324 votes) #10: Linde (288 votes) #11: Clarisse (281 votes) #12: m!Kris (277 votes; 476 with f!Kris) #13: Camus (270 votes; 418 with Zeke, Sirius) #14: Gordin (252 votes) #15: Wrys (236 votes) #16: Jeorge (232 votes) #17: Xane (225 votes) #18: Aran (222 votes) #19: f!Kris (199 votes) #20: Michalis (192 votes)

VALENTIA (previous winners: Celica, Alm) #1: Berkut (1342 votes) #2: Catria (979 votes) #3: Delthea (508 votes) #4: Mae (472 votes) #5: Palla (441 votes) #6: Rinea (355 votes) #7: Faye (345 votes) #8: Clair (257 votes) #9: Kliff (251 votes) #10: Lukas (230 votes) #11: Genny (223 votes) #12: Python (216 votes) #13: Saber (199 votes) #14: Sonya (174 votes) #15: Jesse (167 votes) #16: Conrad (141 votes) #17: Leon (128 votes) #18: Mathilda (122 votes) #19: Gray (119 votes) #20: Silque (118 votes)

=JUGDRAL (previous winners: Seliph) #1: Sigurd (8058 votes) #2: Leif (5855 votes) #3: Finn (1245 votes) #4: Reinhardt (1242 votes) #5: Ayra (902 votes) #6: Julia (780 votes) #7: Ishtar (689 votes) #8: Arvis (583 votes) #9: Larcei (429 votes) #10: Eldigan (428 votes) #11: Mareeta (331 votes) #12: Linoan (323 votes) #13: Lachesis (295 votes) #14: Lewyn (293 votes) #15: Deirdre (275 votes) #16: Oifey (256 votes) #17: Homer (239 votes) #18: Ced (232 votes) #19: Olwen (230 votes) #20: Julius (222 votes)

ELIBE (previous winners: Lyn, Roy, Hector, Eliwood) #1: Lilina (2519 votes) #2: Sonia (2272 votes) #3: Nino (1769 votes) (nice) #4: Ninian (1218 votes) #5: Athos (630 votes) #6: Lloyd (558 votes) #7: Idunn (462 votes) #8: Fae (441 votes) #9: Sophia (380 votes) #10: Fir (371 votes) #11: Wolt (364 votes) #12: Florina (357 votes) #13: Lucius (326 votes) #14: Rutger, also Igrene (322 votes) #15: Matthew (307 votes) #16: Raven (262 votes) #17: Shanna (261 votes) #18: Nergal (255 votes) #19: Serra (244 votes) #20: Canas (243 votes)

MAGVEL (previous winners: Ephraim, Eirika) #1: Lyon (3475 votes) #2: L'Arachel (793 votes) #3: Seth (700 votes) #4: Marisa (611 votes) #5: Myrrh (597 votes) #6: Lute (567 votes) #7: Joshua (428 votes) #8: Garcia (356 votes) #9: Amelia (326 votes) #10: Franz (323 votes) #11: Tana (276 votes) #12: we die like Glen (246 votes) #13: we also die like Ismaire (234 votes) #14: Cormag (201 votes) #15: Forde (195 votes) #16: Innes (194 votes) #17: Moulder (177 votes) #18: Knoll (148 votes) #19: Ross (127 votes) #20: Valter (122 votes)

TELLIUS (previous winners: Ike, Micaiah, Soren) #1: Black Knight (5084 votes; 5831 with Zelgius) #2: Elincia (3533 votes) #3: Mia (2637 votes) #4: Nephenee (1548 votes) #5: Stefan (913 votes) #6: Altina (773 votes) #7: Zelgius (747 votes) #8: Tormod (739 votes) #9: Ranulf (709 votes) #10: Edward (660 votes) #11: Mist (621 votes) #12: Titania (530 votes) #13: Volug (482 votes) #14: Tibarn (469 votes) (nice) #15: Boyd (418 votes) #16: Shinon (411 votes) #17: Sothe (392 votes) #18: Ilyana (369 votes) (nice) #19: Sanaki (353 votes) #20: Leonardo (350 votes)

#cyl nerding

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talisidekick · 1 year

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I'm making this a blog post because this is long and serves a purpose. The following image is a response to this post:

[For those that are blind,having picture loading/comprehension difficulty, or using an auto-reader for convenience; User @lunathewafflelord replied in the comments:

"I just discovered the TERF side of Tumblr and I'm actually terrified and disgusted and I already wasn't feeling good (crying face emoji) beautiful alien's pinned post and the comments on it disgusted me so much (wry face via colon and a back-slash) Terfs are already bad, but saying they're proud PROUD to be a terf is even worse (angry face emoji)"

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@lunathewafflelord I don't know if she reblogged my post or not because beautiful alien got blocked. I have at the time of writing this post exactly 6 people on my blog total that are blocked for actively attacking me in person. I have no problem with my points getting debated. I'm more than happy to go toe to toe in my asks, or reblogs (if I catch them, as this blog post absolutely obliterates every other post I've ever made and my notifications are FILLED with people reblogging and liking so other reblogs may get missed) because the point isn't to educate the reblogger, it's to educate the audience of the discourse. But when you resort to insults or threats or purposely degrading responses, I consider the debate over. I've won and proved a more rational mind backed the statements made into a corner to the point where the only option for continuation is to try and get personal, which would be childish and immature to continue at that point. It's like trying to tell a kid that oxygen and 2 hydrogen make H20, which is water, and after losing the debate that "water" is it's own element like Iron (Fe) the child goes "well you smell" like that puts them in the right. You simply smile and ignore them, because they'll just have to live with the fact they're wrong and it'll sink in eventually or it won't, but to those present for the debate and critically thinking or curious it's clear who has the facts, knowledge, and experience. I don't know if I pinned her post on accident or not, I'm unable to remove any pin without unblocking her and potentially subjecting me to more of her uninspired regurgitation of misinformation and conjecture. I am similarly not up for any of that. I'm sorry if I pinned something shitty.

Now, I've gone through beautiful alien's tumblr and she isn't the only one out there that thinks like this, and while using her as an example I must state: do not attack her with death threats, insinuations of suicide, or any other remarks of conducting acts of self harm. Some people already have, and if you are within the 2slgbtqia+ community, even as an ally, then please stop. Don't comment directly, don't do it in anonymous asks, not even on dummy accounts. We're better than that. I get multiple messages telling me to kill myself a month, we don't need to stoop to their level of dehumanizing hatred.

I'm sorry what you saw in the comments of a very important message about supporting trans folk and their choices to get misgendered and deadnamed in public or in front of certain people regardless of how safe or open you might think/know the person to be was a wall of transphobia. I wasn't shocked myself, but it can be jarring when you're excited and uplifted by post that explains something clearly for the benefit of yourself that you can share to friends, family, etc. to explain without putting as much effort as I did to form my fears and worries into words.

Please remember these terfs aren't stating facts but beliefs that actively hurt, harm, and cause a high degree of mental distress. You are not obligated to respond to, combat against, or disprove them. You have only one obligation and that's to live as your best self. To show care and kindness to those in need that you feel safe extending a hand to. These people seek to hurt others by denying critical mental-health care to people and spreading lies to promote harm, and you don't need to fight them in any other way than existing in total opposition to their established rhetoric. If they call you a predator, exist as a protector. They call us evil, then be the force for good many of us never had in our lives growing up. Leave the debates for those willing to have them.

If someone tries to debate your existence, just say "no" and shut them down before they get started. My response when I don't have the mental capacity to fight the next random enemy in this dialog-battle RPG that this life seems to be is to laugh like it's a joke they even try. To make it seem ridiculous and walk on. You don't need to engage in that mental strain if it's not for you.

Sometimes, we fight by living by example. Sometimes, we just need to live our lives to prove them wrong. Trans isn't about perfectly formed fact referenced arguments, rallies, protests, and demonstrations, it's about living your best life to smile happily, make other smile and let them be safe in your presence, to discover yourself and live your way. Some of us live our life enjoying the aspects of debate, but don't for a moment think you have to partake. Ignore them, and go find happiness.

#trans #transgender #2slgbtqia+#lgbtq+#lgbt+#queer #trans positivity #mtf #ftm

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