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felidacy · 1 month

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Rambles and small ideas for a Batfamily Bloodborne AU

(It is not that cohesive I am sorry and I was forced to make some lore changes. Especially with how it begins. Don't beat me up about it.)

Gotham gets enveloped by a dark shroud that covers the whole city and makes it near imperishable, let alone letting people pass through. The city is forever shrouded in a dark loom with merely a everlasting full moon shining upon them. With no sun and the isolation, it soon takes a tool on the people. They grow sickly and depressed, if not that they become near deranged and highly irritable. Crime rates in the already vicious city steadily increase.

There is a sudden shift then - for the worse. A blood moon occurs and people begin to change. Their bodies twist, grow and even rot away. Meanwhile their humanity seems to decrease. A few attempt to research the phenomenon and hold them captive in facilities like Arkham Asylum or Blackgate Prison, however those are halted when the victims fully cease being humans and transform into eldritch monsters that lash out when the old blood gets overused by the Healing Church. A mass outbreak occurs and the monsters roam the city from then on.

Tim Drake is still in the position of the CEO Wayne Enterprise after the mysterious disappearance of the Gotham Prince (Bruce Wayne) and openly funding doctors and scholars in his tower to research their Gotham phenomenon and the monsters. He takes over the Role of Provost Willem and does not shy away from finding out the truth by any means necessary. He isolates himself because of his hunger for knowledge and shuts people out.

Researchers of his discover the tombs/Labyrinth and the usage of the old blood when coming across Ebrietas, some desperately trying to change his opinion and use blood healing to attain a new beginning. Tim is forced into a position where he needs to give up on his constant desire of evolution and progress, which goes against his nature, for the sake of the people and instead how far he can go sacrificing himself in order to attain knowledge that makes him look beyond the "now". His good-hearted start for the peace of humans turns into a obsession to achieve something which is beyond the capability of a mere human.

Damian has been put in a dire position, a child that hears and dreams of the voices of those beyond that nobody else can comprehend. With his artistic skills he puts down the words after transcribing them, he holds the Role of Runesmith Caryll. He desperately attempts to hold on to sanity as he hides himself away from all prying eyes despite the praise of those around him. He only ever hears the words of the Great Ones now.

Two people Tim trusted most "betrayed" him, Tam and Cass that take on the Role of Laurence as his trusted students that end up leaving him. Cass knew that Stephanie must secretly be alive and after having grown immensely close to her not-sister-not-lover, she could not live with herself if she didn't rescue one she loved. She had lost too many already and followed Tam, along with others. Tam had noble intentions much like Cass, although Tam held more resentment for Tim. Her father was affected by a terrible illness that was since then called the Ashen Blood and even after dozens of years where he was loyal to the Wayne family he did not wish to use the old blood to heal him. He actively even discouraged her. Tam gave her goodbyes one day to never see Tim again and began the Healing Church. To her disappointment Dr. Leslie Thompkins was not one of those that followed after them and when the blood failed to heal her father, instead actively killing him, it were Tim and Leslie that got blamed. Since then Tam began desiring evolving into something greater through the use of the blood in order to bring him back. While Cass worked as a blood minister (later on white Church hunter), Tam focused later on at the work of seeking contact with the Great Ones and became the leading figure of the Choir.

Leslie Thompkins suffers a cruel fate. Her loyalty to save the people and towards Tim cost her greatly and when Tim gets the epiphany that more eyes are needed to understand the Great Ones and evolve, she is one of those that get affected and turn into one of the many hundred eyed monsters roaming the tower and trapping Tim there.

The Healing Church grows in power as their influence in Gotham rises because of their special infected blood that heals those in dire need should they come to them. Gotham citizen began to practically worship the Healing Church when gods they previously believed them did not act and show mercy, others turned away out of fear and that soon enough began to rule the city. The Healing Church becomes a belief, a bloody beacon of hope in their endless night...a cult.

When the sickness of the Ashen Blood spreads the people falsely believe in The Healing Church and that they will save them. Instead the bridges connecting the lands to each other get torn down when they least expect it and watch on as the other half gets overrun by beasts and the ravaging sickness alike. To make sure nobody ever passes through the remains get bordered up. Tim remains on the other half in his Tower overlooking the raging City with a faraway gaze.

They mainly reside in the abandoned underground of Gotham and at the edge of the Bowery, planted right at the opposite site of the Wayne Tower, and gets called the Labyrinth as the layout changed under the influence of the shroud. In time the Healing Church began to change and it split into various branches, the Choir, the school of Mensis and the Hunters of the Workshop that evolve into the Church Hunters.

Jason and Dick had been getting Damian out of old Gotham when the great fire happened and they were unable to return to their left behind sibling. They desired to hid Damian from the Healing Church because of his connection to the Great Ones and there was no better hiding spot than directly under their nose. As such they've become hunters for the Church.

One faithful day Barbara after a long search discovers Damian when he is having one of his seizures, when he dreams of the Great Ones, and she desires to help him. She has been kept in the dark as she had been stuck in the Clocktower until the Healing Church came to free her, which causes her to make unwise decisions by mistakingly trusting Tam and Cass. Unknowing of what occurred with the lack of still functioning technology she was part of the School of Mensis. However upon touching the Great Ones overwhelm her mind and her sanity crumbles. Barbara holds the Role of Micolash. After she becomes aware of herself again she causes the School of Mensis to break away from the Church and just like Tim to find and use an unbiblical cord of the Great Ones.

Stephanie was one of the few that broke through the shroud even when nobody knows why she was permitted through. Trusting her idol and not-lover her ignorance of the state of matter makes her join Barbara. The use of the Cord brings blocked memories back to Stephanie as she recalls that she faked her death because of her pregnancy, just shortly before the shroud fell over Gotham. In fact she does not recall what she had done those months outside of Gotham, neither were the supposed baby was. That is when the Great Ones enlighten her when she connects to Mergo. That child was never born as she went through horrible complications early on and lost it, although there was no body. The child was not of human descent, but of a Great One. Broken apart by this knowledge the Cord pulls Stephanie, Barbara and others of the School into a nightmare state where they remain forever trapped while their physical bodies die. She is the Queen of Yharnam.

Alfred was thought to have died that night when the Great fire happened as he had been away from the Wayne Tower, yet neither with Damian in the Manor. However, as it turns out Alfred had gone to seek out Tam and Cass in hopes to change their minds. When he thought all his wards dead when the land was burning there was no other way than to stay with his last remaining: Cass. And as someone who only ever knew how to work through grief by helping others, he had become the leader of the old Hunters Workshop. He was Gehrmann. Still caught in his own grief the purpose was ripped from him again and he was left alone, a mistake. Like many he called upon the Great Ones and as such started the dream, the start of it all with a promise that needed to be fulfilled.

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hisbeautysurroundsus · 4 months

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How-two Become One

It takes a village—several villages and a flood. A happy marriage is not the product of one soul wandering boundlessly through the cosmos until it unavoidably bounces into its always-meant-to-be life-pairing. It makes for a good story, but that is not what happens in real life. A good story is not built on good things. Conflict drives a storyline. But conflict is not our story.

Our love is everything that went right, all of our life’s work and most intense passions, and yet altogether none of our doing. It is everything we ever wanted but never realized was possible until we had it. Our story is about what went right in a union, but the line between faith, fate, and serendipity is unclear.

How to have a happy marriage can be confusing because there is no how-to; sometimes, two people just make perfect sense together. I am writing about my true love, my life partner of twenty-seven years, because that is what writers do, even if we cannot do the story justice.

Every story needs an emotional arc, some conflict overcome, some redemption, or a great lesson learned by the main character. What if none of that is true? What if something just made sense from the beginning, two people so perfectly matched that there is no great conflict to overcome? What if the main characters of the story learned nothing from their journey, there was no great redemption because they were so right for each other from the start? No one wants to read that story.

I am writing our story as if my wife will not read it, as if my writing ability will in no way reflect the measure of my affection for her (even though she proofreads all my work). I am usually a logical person, not easily rattled. Level-headed is how 98.6% of people would describe me. But putting our love and happiness, our story, onto the page is bewildering. I suppose it is best to start with our beginning. That would take us back to the village.

I have come to know that not all long marriages are happy marriages. The length of a marriage is not proportional to the love shared; the two are not mutually inclusive, nor do they have to be mutually exclusive. My earliest recollection of love and marriage, separate from the long line of long (not necessarily happy) marriages I witnessed in my family, was when I overheard my mother’s morning prayers as a boy.

My mother prayed that God would intervene in my life and help me find a helpmate, someone I could be happy with and share a happy life with. She did not pray for a long marriage; she prayed for a happy one. She prayed that God would prepare me a wife and that I would have the character to wait until he brought us together before I gave my heart to another. I also remember our pastor calling all the teenagers down to the altar and praying over us, that we would be attentive to God’s plan for our lives in selecting a life partner. My wife recalls that her parents prayed the same thing for her. My parents in Florida, hers in Mississippi, our churches, in this way, it takes a village.

I made early attempts at love; we both did, but they failed. They did not fail so much as they never really got off the ground. The thought of how different our lives would be should we have paired with earlier versions of what we thought could be love now feels like a glass on the edge of a table over a marble floor. The what-ifs of a life not lived together elicit a cringe of catastrophe deep in my gut. What if we never were? As I reflect on the first time we met, the feeling of fragility permeates every small happenchance that led to that unlikely meeting in the Wool Market Baptist Church gym.

It was May 1995, and I was a young Airman in the US Air Force. My first assignment following technical training was to Columbus Air Force Base, Mississippi. My boss was a member of the local American Red Cross disaster response team, and he was called to assist victims of the Little Biloxi River flood in Biloxi, Mississippi. The week before he departed, a family emergency left him unable to fulfill his duties. He asked me if I would consider attending a course in operating an Emergency Response Vehicle (ERV) and filling in for him at the flood. I reluctantly accepted because that is what is expected when a Technical Sergeant gives an Airman a “volunteer” opportunity. He informed me that I would have to take leave to assist, of which I only had two weeks built up, making the decision even harder. I decided to go.

Following a crash course on caring for disaster victims, I drove our team to Biloxi. We immediately started preparing meals and stockpiling cleanup supplies in the Wool Market Baptist Church gym. My job was to deliver food and cleanup supplies to those impacted by the flood. After a few days, one of my fellow ERV drivers said that there was another American Red Cross volunteer that I had to meet. He introduced me to my future wife, Rebekah, at the relief center in the gym at Wool Market Baptist Church.

We briefly said hello, and nothing was particularly spectacular about that first encounter. We agreed to meet that night for a group dinner and to discuss our business. Rebekah and I talked at dinner, and even though she was beautiful, I felt she was too young at four years my junior. Over the next few days, we talked in between deliveries and at dinner with the group. She was different, not like any girl I had ever dated. We were kindred spirits from the start. Every conversation came easy. We were of like faith, had similar likes and dislikes, and seemed to be heading in the same direction.

Following the relief efforts, we spoke on the phone every night, sometimes for hours. Never, not once, have we ever stopped talking. We were instantly friends, though it was not immediately apparent that we would be more than that. She was a Christian, confident, and yet unassuming and humble. Other girls had played games, but she did not. She was just the person I thought she was. Although I know her much more intimately now, my initial assessment has not changed in the twenty-seven years we have spent together since. We quickly became best friends.

After some months of talking on the phone and a few brief visits, it became apparent that there was much more to our relationship. I felt confident that God had brought us together and that this was the person I wanted to marry. We dated for two and a half years and married in September 1997. As I look back on it, a thousand small things had to align for us to meet: our parents, the flood, my boss, the training, my leave, the introduction by a friend—so many small things perfectly ordered for our marriage of twenty-seven years to get off the ground. Only God can do that.

Since we were married, our two separate lives have become one. We have traveled the world with my military career, living overseas for twenty-three years. We spent our first three years in Germany before the internet became widely available. With no phone, no television service in English, and no family interference, we played board games and spent our evenings talking around the table. We made blanket tents draped over couch cushions in the living room and watched movies on the VCR all weekend. We learned to work through all our challenges together and to rely on each other in God. We shared one vehicle, which meant we went nearly everywhere together. We traveled all over Europe on a shoestring budget. We held hands. We fell in love. We built a life together. We became each other’s everything.

With twelve military assignments, nine overseas, we saw the world together. I was busy with my career and education, so Rebekah did most of our travel research. I saw the world through her eyes as she meticulously curated each trip to maximize our shared experience. We kissed under the Eifel Tower in Paris, climbed Mt. Fuji in Japan, scuba-dived the Great Barrier Reef in Australia, trekked across the Alps in New Zealand, and ate bulgogi in Seoul. She showed me the best sites in over thirty countries, and as I reflect on all our shared travel experiences, I know that they were only great because we were there together.

We experienced tragedy and disappointment, but never—not once—was our marriage in jeopardy. We went through the loss of loved ones and all the challenges of life together. We were strong going into these challenges and stronger yet because we overcame them together. The challenges were never between us; they were always external to our marriage. Her strengths complemented my weaknesses, and vice versa. I knew she always looked out for my best interest and vice versa. We had each other’s backs. There was no competition between us; we were on the same team. Her success meant my success, and my success meant her success. A win for either of us meant a win for both. We loved each other wholeheartedly. We built no walls between us. We risked everything on this one chance at true, uninhibited love.

We are known as R&r (Rus & Rebekah) by most. When I was promoted into leadership positions later in my military career, she was right there with me, caring for the unit’s spouses and families. We not only survived the pressures of a military marriage, we thrived in it together. We taught Sunday school together in churches all around the world. We led youth groups, kids that now have kids of their own, on nearly every continent. We have children all around the world, even though after many years of trying, we were never able to have kids of our own.

Sometimes, while road-tripping in the truck or sitting on the garage-patio looking out at the mountains, we may not say a word for a significant length of time. We are content to just be in each other’s presence. We enjoy pretenseless quiet with a comfort only earned through thirty years of great conversations. Then, as if with some unheard cue, we both speak about the same thing simultaneously. We smile knowingly as one of us yields to the other to say what we are both thinking. We voice a private conversation we were already having in our collective subconscious. Our conversational patterns, and likely our thought patterns, have become one. Time does that.

Some military assignments were five years, while others were only one year. She made our house a home as we moved from continent to continent. She transformed each apartment or house into a comfortable, familiar place. She could condense our belongings and keepsakes from a two-story home into a two-bedroom apartment. She made all of our things fit neatly, then expanded it back out when we moved back into a house. She kept our lives balanced. A change in our house did not mean a change in our home.

When, in retirement, I announced to her that God was leading me to be a writer, she said she was happy to accompany me on this next chapter of our journey together. Our story does not have the elements of a good narrative because it has always reflected God’s abundant and unmerited goodness to us. Our life has been nothing short of grand; we have lived every experience together, yet we can take no credit for the outcome. I cannot pass along some excellent marriage advice because no lessons were learned the hard way. Our story contains none of the elements of a grand tale. We were just us from the beginning. We knew that we would share the rest of our lives together from the start. We knew we would finish what we started because that is what we both do. Our story has no great ending because we are still living it. Yet our story is the one I must write, even if my limited skill in the craft could never capture the grandeur of the life we shared.

I snapped this pic on The Grand Traverse, a Great Walk on the South Island of New Zealand.

#god #nature #beauty #mountains #optoutside #faith #new zealand

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cloddot · 1 year

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How the choir fit into Ghosts Au -

Every member of the choir died at age 17 after riding the cyclone, however they all died in completely different time periods

.Constance was first to die with her falling victim to the cyclone in the early 60s -

.her family moved to uranium as the mines were starting up in the 50s, setting up shop running the Blackwood cafe in town

.she grew up with the town, being one of the first to ride the cyclone when the fair originally opened, instantly falling in love with the ride

. She went to the fair a lot during her work breaks, with one of these breaks being when she eventually lost her life

.Ocean died next, with her death being in the mid to late 60s -

.Her family moved to the outskirts of Uranium during the hippie boom with them being one of the original settlers at Elysium community farm

.she didnt get to leave the commune much after they moved if at all and she hated almost every second of being stuck there

.After finally biting the bullet and breaking a rule she snuck out of Elysium with her first adventure leading her to the fair, were she eventually rode the cyclone

.Ricky died in the late 80s/ ealry 90s -

.this is my au, I make the rules, I get to give them all the any pronoun trans fem swag I like :)

.with their prognosis looking grim the local church his parents attended took pity on Ricky, offering her a make a wish sort of situation

.Her original idea got shot down almost immediately, with them having no way of being able to send her space, especially not for that. The churches plan B also fell flat due to him being banned from almost every seafood restaurant in Canada due to what can only be described as the SHRIMP HEAVEN NOW!!! incident. This led to the church being kinda lost for what to do with the lad, with them eventually just sending Ricky to the newly reopened fair with a chaperone in hand

.They took full advantage of the trip, using it to ride the Gravitron a total of 28 times back to back, pissing off their chaperone who insisted they go on something else, leading them to take a ride on the cyclone

.Noel died in 2009 -

.EMO NOEL!!! EMO NOEL!!! EMO NOEL!!!!

.This boy is obsessed with Ryan Ross and Pete Wentz and you can not convince me otherwise

.I am so sorry Noel Gruber enjoyers but i currently have no clue how he ended up at the fair, if you have any ideas please send them over

.Mischa died in 2016 -

.After stealing three boxes of communion wine Father Marcus took Mischa under his wing in an attempt to keep him out of trouble

.Somehow He ends up finding out about BadEgg and Mishas passion for music and tries to get him to join the choir, with all his attempts failing miserably up until he manages to coax him into coming with them for the Kiwanis International singing competition

.Mischa skips the actual competition though using the time to talk to Talia

.Trying to make the most out of the trip he also decided to wander around the fair, eventually ending up taking a ride on the cyclone to see what all the fuss is about after hearing the multiple ghost stories that now surround the ride

#rtc ghosts au #rtc #ride the cyclone #constance blackwood #ocean o'connell rosenberg #ricky potts #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #rtc au #ride the cyclone au

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saras-devotionals · 4 hours

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Quiet Time 5/4

What am I feeling today?

I feel rather relaxed today but also guilty. There was a church event I wanted to attend early this morning but my brother and I had gone late to bed and this morning we were both really tired and he didn’t want to make the drive. I wish I was there, spending time with the kingdom but I’ll give myself grace. Either way, I’m looking forward to the rest of my day bc I’ll be heading to the rink twice and teaching ice skating which is always fun! I’m also grateful for how free my time has become now that I’ve finished my semester!

One last thing: I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much. It’s been selfish of me to keep my quiet times to myself when what I’ve been learning can be beneficial to other believers beyond me. I’ll try to be better about posting daily again!

Romans 7 NIV

(v. 4) “So, my brothers and sisters, you also died to the law through the body of Christ, that you might belong to another, to him who was raised from the dead, in order that we might bear fruit for God.”

As disciples of Christ, we belong to Him now and everything that He commands of us rather than the laws of the world (that’s not to say to be rebellious on earth, rather to keep the Lord’s word as the priority).

(v. 14-17) “We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me.”

In all honesty, I’m having a very hard understanding all this. I believe what Paul is trying to express is how people were before Christ. How they regarded the law and then the sin they felt bound to since they did not have their freedom in Jesus (as is stated earlier in Romans about being a new creation and no longer bound).

(v. 18-20) “For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.”

Again, I had a hard time understanding this so I went to commentary:

This knowledge of what it means to be out of Christ and under the law of Moses is imparted to us, not from the standpoint of the intellectual pagan, but from the viewpoint of the great Christian apostle who saw much more clearly than any unregenerated man could have seen it, just what an awful state of wretchedness and misery must ever pertain to the man who is unredeemed, who is not "in Christ." Apart from Jesus Christ, there is no way by which even the best intentioned of unregenerates could exist in any other state than the one depicted here. That wretchedness, truly considered, is the perfect description of every man who is out of Christ, whether or not he might be less or more aware of it; and it is also a description of the true state of every Christian who for any reason whatever failed to abide "in Christ." The interpretation which would make this marvelous description of every non-Christian to be a description of the true life in our blessed Lord partakes of the genius of the evil one himself, and it should be rejected out of hand. Think what a terrible description of humanity apart from the Saviour this passage presents. It is a picture of humanity unable to do what is approved and desired to be done, and at the same time a humanity condemned to the "practice" (yes, that is the word) of things which are acknowledged to be undesirable and reprehensible even by the victims themselves. If this is not a good description of our own sinful generation which has turned away from God to walk in their own foolish ways, where is there a better one?

(v. 21-25) “So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. For in my inner being I delight in God’s law; but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself in my mind am a slave to God’s law, but in my sinful nature a slave to the law of sin.”

I think what this is trying to say is that before being in Christ, a lot of us wanted to do the right thing but we were bound by our sinful nature because we still took it upon ourselves instead of submitting fully to Christ. Once we have given our life to Jesus, he delivers us from our binding to sin and we are dead to it (we are forgiven fully of our sins but that’s not to say that we don’t struggle, instead we must daily rely on God for the strength to overcome and resist the temptations of the devil).

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hanniejji · 2 years

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Ehe anon back, and brought more food for thought.. Lil Phoe birth was not the thing to kill their mother, instead Mama Ragnvindr was slowly poisoned during the course of her pregnancy with slow acting but deadly poison by a traitor who held a grudge over the perfect couple, who will soon to be expanded into a perfect family- Except no one knew, not even Diluc.

Lil Phoe, inspired by their name of phoenix, somehow miraculously survived albeit with some health complications than didn't surface up until recently, not that anyone knew ofc. They were the last miraculous gift left behind by Mama Ragnvindr, not the thing that killed her since she was gonna die anyways. Imagine the guilt that will haunt DIluc, Kaeya and even the people of mondstadt when they found out the truth when lil phoe collapses in the middle of mondstadt, attacked and fatally wounded with a poisoned blade by the traitor who killed their mother years ago. The traitor, revealing the truth now that they were caught, if only to add salt to the already sore wound of how they ripped the innocence of a child, how they made them the target of maliciousness for a crime they did not commit but was a victim too...

And Lil Phoe, who struggles to heal from the wound because of the poison that lied dormant within their system that awakens with the introduction of the new poison. Who struggles to even breathe, let alone stay awake enough to see the tears sliding down Diluc's face as they administer as much first aid as possible, just so lil phoe would survive the run towards the church... and i went on a ramble again,, ehehe

for obvious reasons that i am a sucker for good endings, phoenix lives on with trauma but at least diluc's not a bitch ass excuse of a father anymore hahahaha your brainrots never fails to break me apart :'D

i'd imagine phoenix would randomly collapse throughout their childhood, a damage left by the poison that coursed through their mother's blood while they weren't born yet. they don't always get sick, but when they do, it always has to be tended to quickly because their body seems to deflate at the single sign of sickness. in the end, doctors would think it's just their immune system and wouldn't think that it's something that came from their mother. diluc always feels like there's more to it than that but he couldn't pinpoint what's wrong, so he just focuses on making sure that phoenix remains healthy.

not adding any more angst because you already gave me enough angst ehe anon >:(

#ehe.hive #phoenix.ask #asks

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katyahina · 2 years

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Ashen Blood theory issue

The take in the fandom I often see is that Healing Church spread Ashen Blood to motivate people to use blood ministration more, but it doesn’t factor one important detail…

Very easily, Gilbert is a victim of Ashen Blood too, and he straight up admits the blood ministration didn’t heal him!

I feel like it'd be rather strange of people to worship the blood ministration as sacred cure from all illnesses if they were... well, not cured at all... Something doesn't line up for me.

Also, description of the Antidote:

(I take excerpts from lost in translation doc just in case ( x ))

I think it is very evident that Ashen Blood is whatever affliction resulted in the kind of beast known as ‘beast patient’ - beasts found in Loran and Old Yharnam, and the type of the beast Gilbert turn into when bloodmoon appears! Needless to mention that beast patient type of beast is the one that causes you Slow Poison effect. Also, Blood-Starved Beast - a beast SO poisonous that you get Slow Poison by just being NEAR it is found in Old Yharnam, Hintertomb (the most poisonous chalice dungeon) and Loran!

Ashen Blood is very easily a poison, and connected to why beast PATIENTS (a very telling name already) can cause poison damage. Since Gilbert is an outsider easily it might be like… idk, flushed down the rivers and he one day had one unfortunate fishing, or delivered by people who moved from Yharnam, or something. Countless possibilities.

There are different kinds of beasts, but ones in Old Yharnam seem peculiar, AND they are found in Loran too, and I think the hint is RIGHT in the Old Yharnam. There is a figure of a crucified Blood Starved Beast (the most poisonous girl in the lore, mind you) in Old Yharnam - with broken altar beneath it, with the ritual blood in the bowl found on it, as you might remember:

Honestly uh…

(Alfred’s dialogue)

(The room where statue in Grand Cathedral is, also where secret lift to Research Hall + Clocktower is)

(Excerpt from Living Failures theme ( x ))

It feels more like whatever happened in Old Yharnam was a honest mistake! Like… The progression my friend @val-of-the-north suggested is: “I think they first found a middle-ground version in Pthumeru, then the Orphan of Kos, then they started finding new sources in other dungeons, like Loran. They were doing super hot, Ashen Blood spreads, the Healing Blood can’t cure it, it actually makes it worse, every higher up panics, they try to kill beasthood as a concept, they fail and create the Blood Moon, to save face they blame it on “those pesky foreigners” for tainting the blood.”

I think that makes hella sense! (also screw you Val, your GOOD ideas get to see the light!!!!) Basically, what I am seeing is that the entrance room of Grand Cathedral only had so many beds, and in Old Yharnam the whole crusification + giving everyone a sip of blood (not even transfusion I feel) was a way to speedrun it… which ended miserably, because Blood Starved Beast type is poisoned.

Not that it mattered much, as seems like ANY way of blood transfusion leads to a very likely failure (aka falling for beasthood), but Ashen Blood just was an especially bad case. Plague causing only disadvantages - no healing, no superhuman power, no shit, just pain and a lung disease I guess. If you watched Madoka it is like becoming a type of a magical girl with particularly weak spells and shortened effect of curing her soul gem as a “bonus”! So they just decided to cover their traces and burn Old Yharnam and passing it as type of plague that no cure could fix and no ‘fear’ could hold back because of ‘them pesky foreigners!!!!!!!!!!’ (debatable but possible).

So to conclude - honestly, Ashen Blood seems to be, more likely, an honest mistake of using a WRONG source of the “miraculous” blood than a planned action from what we’ve been given. Supposedly the Bloodletting Beast (or perhaps Orphan of Kos?) were better ones... arguably, all leads to the same fate sooner or later.

#bloodborne #ashen blood #bloodborne theory #not art #text post

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dimiclaudeblaigan · 8 months

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it's so interesting for me to hear that houses localization changed the script to vilify(?word?) the church bc when i played the game (i recently finished my first and so far only playthrough in lions route) for the first half of the game i was waiting for the shoe to drop to reveal the church is the big bad guys but it never came and the revealed was actually ed. idk if it should have been obvious but i was too focused on suspecting the church to see it or if it was actually subtle as i tend to be oblivious to hints(¿word again?) given in media lol.

idk where im going with this but i hope it makes at least some sense bc i am so sleep deprived rn

and the thing tou said about Henry being changed i am so curious of that too

hope you have a nice day and better sleep than me!

I'll answer the last part first since the rest is more descriptive.

Basically Henry went to Wizard School (tee em) and it was a cool and great experience. In JP, it was... iirc basically close to torture/hellish? It was a more mature situation/topic, but the loc changed it to be silly and fun sounding. For some reason Treehouse in particular seems deeply if not fatally allergic to mature topics and/or properly handling them.

Thank for about the sleep comment and I assure you, I sleep too often!! I wish I could send you some of my sleep and make it extra quality for you. :(

As for Three Houses, yeah, in AM it doesn't really happen that way. Nobody is really vilified (not even the imperialist warmonger invading neutral lands!) in AM (same with AG in Hopes).

What you saw/understood was the whole point! It was made it look at first like the Church was suspicious, but then the reveal was meant to be no, it was a fellow house leader all along. That was what the red herring part about the Church was all about. You were supposed to suspect the Church at first, hence Jeralt's warnings, and if you're playing GD, Claude's suspicions.

Unfortunately what happens in the other routes, especially in CF, is that Rhea's trauma is never explored, no characters stop to understand her motivation, etc. She's just used as the resident bad guy because she's Edelgard's enemy. Basically, you're seeing it from the point of view that Rhea is bad because you see it from Edelgard's perspective... but it fails to work because the game, in particular the localization, amps Edelgard up as a huge progressive hero. AM is the only route that really confronts her about her "views", and even then, it's a mess because all the things she argues with Dimitri about aren't her end goal (i.e. they don't ever end up actually happening in the vast capacity she claims she's going to do).

About Edelgard:

The localization avoids any particularly negative comments about her and changes or outright removes them (true of Hopes as well). In Dimitri's case it would make sense because of their connection, but when it ends up just being another route in the pile of feeling sorry for Edelgard (and... not Rhea, who had her family massacred and their bones turned into weapons), it just feels stale.

They basically tell you Edelgard is very cute and easily embarrassed, and she's just this headstrong progressive woman fighting For The People (tee em). The truth is (as per the game itself, i.e. content they can't change/localized because it's the contents of the game itself) that she's invading innocent lands, conscripting her own citizens, turning her citizens into demonic beasts to add to her military strength (lelz when u can't even rely on ur nation's own military strength without demonic beasts), and victim blaming anyone who fights back (if you have yet to see the extremely infamous "no u" line from Edegard to Dimitri in CF, you've been blessed) among other things.

They basically shove it down your throat, characters and narrative both (in the loc in particular), that Edelgard is good and just, while the story itself is looking at all that like ???. The JP script still tries to take good care of her and her image, but they're a lot more blunt about her/her goals (i.e. they don't dance around them nearly as much).

The localization showers what she does with love and attention, and even when they have to say she's the problem/aggressor, they still pretty it up as much as possible (such as Dimitri wondering if maybe her vision of society could possibly be just and righteous, instead of outright admitting what she's done is absolutely atrocious when it's way worse than anything he ever did, all of which he admits to doing and takes responsibility for).

The JP version is more clear on her being the villain. There's definitely bias toward her (as the writers were, confirmed by an interview), but it doesn't slap you in the face with it nearly as badly. Also, Dimitri has won a character popularity poll every year since the game's inception in Japan. In the west, Edelgard is much more popular than she is in the east. That, of course, is because of the way the loc pushed the writing for her/about her.

Edelgard's "progressive" stuff is supposed to be just propaganda (which is ultimately, even as per the western endings because there's only so much they can change). The way the loc frames it is that it's actually what she's aiming for. It's what she uses to inspire people to fight for her though, not what she's actually doing.

About Rhea:

This one's the real doozy because it's a victim of the above. Since they wanted to pretty up Edelgard's dialogue and make her A Hero (tee em), they needed whoever her main enemy was to be the "villain". Since Edelgard, now popular because of the tweaks in her dialogue, hated and wanted to kill Rhea, so too did her raging fans who gave no fucks whatsoever about any character who opposed her... even if it was just to save their own life!

They changed the tone of Rhea's voice in the loc to make her more angry and villainous sounding, rather than sad or kind. She was basically altered in the loc to make Edelgard look better. Like, of course, in the perspective of playing a villain in CF, she's the bad guy and the enemy. The problem comes when they have Rhea say things that are more aggressive than in the original script, and change her tone to sound demeaning and vicious (when she was otherwise not or not as much).

But like, why? The only reason any of us can think of is because they wanted to market Edelgard more. This is likely a result of the west's views and especially political views, since Edelgard's pretty words would sound good to a westerner's political beliefs... until you dig into them/the actual story content more.

Rhea also being the head of a Church probably got tweaked because of the west's recent irl views on religion. Religion in the west has been looked poorly upon in recent years. Instead of accepting this is just a fictional game though, the loc team just... pushed that they're Really Bad.

Rhea is more of a victim of them needing someone to be worse than Edelgard to make Edelgard look like less of a villain (which again, this isn't the case in the original script nearly as much), and they couldn't use Thales/the Agarthans because you were allied with them in that route.

The other characters vs Rhea as a villain choice:

The goal wasn't to make a playable lord a villain in the loc's case. It was the intention of the original script with Edelgard, but the loc tried to make her actions sound more justified because ??? like idk, I can't wrap my head around them justifying what she does.

Dimitri isn't handled too badly by the narrative itself and he's overall seen as a good person (even the loc didn't alter that or Edelgard's ablest mentality toward a mentally unwell person), so he wasn't really a good candidate for all that. Also, Dimitri's story is one of recovery, and because they ventured into mental illness, he wasn't a good candidate. He was treated well and pretty fairly (Edelgard not treating him particularly well makes sense with her character, but the narrative itself doesn't push him as being a monstrous person. Even in the time he considers that he was, there's depth, logic and complexity to the situation).

Claude being the main bipoc character would have just been an all around disaster if the loc or even original script tried to make him the top villain, yadda yadda (understandably). There was no chance that was going to go over well, especially in the west (have you seen the shitstorm GW caused? And that was with the writing not considering him a villain!!). He was basically safe from the get go as far as villainy if they writers/localizers didn't want serious backlash (there are discussions about the overall treatment of poc characters in Houses/Hopes, but I can guarantee it would've been legit backlash if he was made to be a genuinely and intentionally horrible person, so that wasn't really an option if they wanted this game to actually sell and be enjoyed).

So since Rhea isn't playable and is the head of a Church, that kind of makes her the only candidate. Players will get attached to the other lords and not like killing them, so it won't feel like a badass victory to kill them. I guess for some reason the loc team just... hated Rhea or something?

Dimitri's death in CF is either extremely sad and garners audience sympathy, or in the other version of his death in CF it's clear his mentally stability is starting to break right before he's killed, which in and of itself is another topic. Claude is either free to go by choice of the player or can be killed, and his death is sad and he's not villainized. Aside from how some characters treat Claude's death (in contrast to Dimitri's which is never outright villainized even by Edelgard), the scene meant for the player at the time it happens is supposed to leave a bad taste in your mouth.

So again, it really just leaves the loc team with the option of Rhea if they want to make the final battle seem like a big victory for the player. VW also has its big happy victory, and surprise surprise, Rhea dies in that route (offscreen no less!).

SS kills off Rhea but actually makes it sad, and it's, you know, actually the route that focuses on her/the Church most. AM doesn't kill her off and doesn't treat any character death as a badass victory, and instead gives a bittersweet ending (which again would be in line with Dimitri's connection to Edelgard, and it only feels botched down because of all routes obsessing over her).

So while, technically, the writing in the JP script wasn't trying to make Rhea as bad as the western version of the game, if the loc wanted to go for that, she was the best option. It just... came at the expense of butchering her character to make Edelgard shine, which shouldn't have been done but it was.

#DCB Ask #sorry this got pretty long. my thoughts are kinda. all over the place a lot lol. and I'm bad with expressing my thoughts in few words #this might be a liiittle discoursey for anyone not interested in that stuff #which sadly the loc changes ARE part of what had a hand in the discourse so it's #unfortunately a bit unavoidable when discussing loc changes and whatnot #but also like... what is discourse at this point? ppl seem to think discourse is just #any negative comment ever about the game/loc? like. idk lol #not sure how the truth is discourse but at this point I think it's bc the game has been #such a problem overall in the west that any negativity around it whatsoever is viewed by most as discourse #like I could say I don't like xyz character and here's why and if it's a certain character in particular (of a few)#then it's automatically considered discourse and not just someone's opinion on a game's writing/story?#but really any negative thing ever about Edelgard is considered discourse because like... it's a fucking mess lol #and well we primarily have the loc to thank for that mess so... it's hard to avoid when discussing the loc #anyway here is my resident ASHNARD comment of the week #you can have a villain just like Edelgard - identical even (cough Ashnard) - and if you handle it right #there's no need for discourse bc everyone's on the same page about the character!#but thaaaat's not what happened here bc pretty lady step on me loc/writer mentality. :(

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the-jesus-pill · 1 year

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wanted to share an experience i had as an ex christian, probably apostate? idk man i was complaining in a friend's server because a christian friend of mine has been repetitively excluding me from things simply because i am not a christian, and because im queer and trans, and then is upset when i don't really feel like inviting her to stuff. i referred to christianity as a joke, and my friend who owns the server i was complaining in deleted my messages and dmed me to inform me i "complain about christianity too much and i'm probably hurting people's feelings and i need to stop it now" (it had been 3 months since i last complained about christianity in that server) i have had multiple people come to me and tell me i can't hate christianity, despite the fact that i am a victim of abuse, mental and physical, in the church, despite the fact that i have religious trauma. apparently, their right to religion means i can't dislike them? i dunno i was told i "cannot call christianity a joke", and then earlier this morning i witnessed a 12 year old child asking a bunch of older christians for forgiveness for being "selfish" enough to ask for prayer for themselves. if christianity is not the biggest joke i've ever seen, i dont know what is.

Yikes, that's awful. I'm sorry that happened to you. The friend of yours who is excluding you based on your (lack of ) beliefs and queerness? She's not a friend at all. I suppose she's not very fond of the 'do unto others' rule either.

Regardless, you have the right to dislike christianity, especially after having lived through it. Your feelings, your trauma is valid and no one gets to tell you otherwise.

Unfortunately a lot of outsiders (read: people who have never been too close to the religion) don't get what the fuss is about. Most of them see christians as these benevolent, charity-working, praying saints whose biggest flaws are perhaps being a little too prude sometimes and they will fail to understand the amount of lies, gaslighting and manipulation that comes with their beliefs.

In their eyes, christians did nothing wrong and hating on them is "unfair" or "uncalled for".

Sometimes it's just willful ignorance.

I would reconsider putting yourself in a space where people have continuously invalidated your feelings, or at least distance yourself emotionally from them. Of course the choice is up to you in the end, but I advise to think about your mental health. It's better to have fewer friends or work on finding new ones than having friends who refuse to take you seriously or stand up for you.

I hope it works out for you anon! There will always be better people out there who will support and love you the way you are!

#felix speaks #asks #anonymous #exchristian #apostate #religious fuckery

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butwhatifidothis · 1 year

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It didn't hit me until I saw you talk about it last ask, but the scenes where Edelgard sees the children orphanded by her war and where she sends letters of condolences to families isn't focused on the actual victims, the focus is on how bad /Edelgard/ feels for victimizing these people. Which is very in line with the actual writing of cf, but its still pretty funny this fic is praised by the people who also claim Dimitri selfishly makes Jeralts death all about himself on am.

Oh, yes, absolutely. The fic is like that anytime Woobiegard traumatizes people. I know what Cap'n's trying to do - he's just trying to make Woobiegard out to be the nicest person who cares so much and can understand so much pain - but, like, the way he does that only backfires and makes her look self-centered.

It's in the same vein of why her "understanding" everyone's pain doesn't make her look empathetic - at the end of the day, she isn't "connecting" with these people to make them feel better. She isn't sending those letters of condolences to make those families feel better. She's not playing with the kids to make them feel better. That isn't the ultimate purpose of her doing those things. They're all there to show off Woobiegard - her pain, her sadness, her kindness. It's never about them, it's always about Woobiegard.

Like, take a look at this line, the absolute closest Cap'n's ever come to actually getting this right:

She wanted to talk to Fleche… but she knew from her own past that her presence at this moment would only inflame the situation. It would be more about assuaging the Flame Emperor’s guilt than about the grieving girl.

This is right after Randolph died protecting the Empire's hold on Garreg Mach from the Church (where, recall, Woobiegard and co. decided their time would be better spent putting down a commoner's rebellion near Brigid lmao). That's a step in the right direction! Having her recognize that her being the one to try to console Fleche at this moment would only be her making this about herself, not about Fleche. Earlier in this scene, Fleche very explicitly blames Woobiegard for Randolph's death, so it then makes sense for Woobiegard to back off this time.

Except that then gets completely ruined because Fleche decides that actually, it's Dimitri's and Rhea's fault and not Woobiegard's, and Woobiegard goes on to be the one to console Fleche anyway. And she does so by making the situation about herself. All while doing nothing to earn Fleche's trust, like. at all. Fleche just magically and conveniently stops blaming Woobiegard.

Even though this was set up fairly well for either Woobiegard finally not being the one to solve someone's problems, or for Woobiegard to actually earn someone's trust after failing them, it inevitably goes right back to being another scene where someone else's sadness is compared to Woobiegard's and Woobiegard swoops in to save them with her All-Encompassing "Empathy." It has to be about Woobiegard.

And I think a major factor in that could possibly just be that Cap'n, like... doesn't know how to write characters bonding with each other without doing that? It's not that uncommon a problem in writing actually - bonding over shared suffering is, in truth, a viable way for characters to get to know each other better. But when done in excess and done repeatedly with one specific character, it stops being "this character is just very empathetic" and it starts being "yeah this character is making everything about them." Especially when new trauma is thrown in the mix just so that this character can do this with more characters.

Like, Woobiegard does with with over a dozen named characters. She does this with the orphans. She does this with the families she sends condolences to. Her doing this isn't to uplift the other person from their sadness, it's to remind the reader that Woobiegard is so kind, and caring, and sad, and understanding, and thoughtful.

Like, the reason Dimitri's diary scene works so well at showing off genuine empathy is that Dimitri shares his story exclusively to try and help Byleth get through an extremely hard time in their life. He sticks to something that directly relates to Byleth's situation - they lost their parent in a murder that happened in front of them that they were unable to stop, Dimitri recounts how he was unable to save anyone during the Tragedy - and he does this to ensure that Byleth doesn't feel alone in their suffering. He makes sure to let Byleth know that they don't have to put on a brave face and to take all the time they need. He makes sure to let Byleth know that they have people on their side willing to let them do this - he's not alone in feeling they should be able to do this, and he lets Byleth know that.

With Dimitri, while this scene does show off Dimitri's empathy, it's not the whole point of it - ultimately, it's about Dimitri trying to make Byleth feel better during an incredibly horrible time. It isn't all about Dimitri, he shares his pain with Byleth only to help Byleth. But with Woobiegard, all of her moments of "empathy" are exclusively to show off that she is empathetic - the moments aren't ultimately about the other person, it's about her.

Which, indeed, is very in-line with the canon Edelgard, but it's also like. Not intentional at all lmao, which is the funniest thing about this. Cap'n is one of those people who believes Dimitri to have been self-centered in his Jeralt's diary scene, so to see him write Woobiegard be genuinely so self-centered and faaaar more so than Dimitri would've been even if he was being self-centered at that moment? Gets a chuckle outta me ngl lmao

#ask #anon #o captain my captain #it's an easy trap to fall into and a part of me doesn't blame Cap'n perse for doing it so often #''how do I make my character seem caring? Oh I know! I'll have them open up about their trauma!''#''That'll show that they're willing to reopen old wounds to help others get through a hard time!''#which is FINE when used with restraint #but if you make your character ALWAYS do this and NOTHING but this then... yeah

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cripsyintumbles · 1 year

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Catholic in Protest

Not for the first time, scandal comes to the Catholic Church. French cardinal Jean-Pierre Ricard has admitted to the rape of a child 35 years ago in what is the latest in a cavalcade of abuses. It is clear now more than ever that much of Church authority has little interest in actually cleaning up the clergy. So for the Catholic who stays, how do we live our faith? I am but a poor layman, but I offer these options.

1. Be Not Silent

It feels, for me and for many, that complaining does nothing, but despite the ecclesiastical authority of the Church, there are millions more laymen than there are clergy. Report abuse, do not believe people who tell you that by defaming clergy you anger God. Even if pressured to stop, stay the course. Call your parish, call your diocese, call your conference of bishops. Pressure clergy to behave as godly leaders.

2. Be a Safe Haven For Those Abused

The victims of this abuse may have any number of feelings about the Church. They may blame themselves , they may feel they failed, they may be enraged against the Church and wish it destroyed or want nothing to do with it. See to their needs where you can. If you can help them receive medical or psychiatric care or otherwise see to their needs, do so. Do not defend the Church, merely let them know that YOU care for them, and love them as God does.

3. Practice the Beatitudes

Prisons are overflowing and abusive, the sick are dying, the hungry are starving, and homeless lack shelter. Women, people of color, people of marginalized groups like Jewish people, and the LGBTQ+ are targets of grave cruelty. Government and an ineffective clergy seek no change, so we must. As the hands and feet of Christ we are to render aid where possible and do as much to press our governments and clergy into effective service as possible, by letter, by public address, by protest, by calculated resistance in all things. Jesus flipped tables and caused a ruckus in defense of the poor and disenfranchised. So should we.

4. Avail Yourselves of the Graces of the Sacraments

People will tell you that by not being in lockstep with hatred and bigotry, by being LGBTQ+ or liberal/leftist, by caring about all people and not strictly the unborn that you aren’t or cannot be Catholic. Those people are delusional. The indelible mark of baptism does not come off. After you have done everything tangibly to help those in need, avail yourself of Mass, of Confession, of the Anointing of the Sick, of the Eucharist. Be in prayer in whatever way seems best to you. Above all else, remember that God so loved the world and all the downtrodden, and so should we. Peace be to You

#catholicism #catholic #leftist #clergyabuse #beatitudes #church

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smallplaceinthecosmos · 9 months

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Sometimes I can't believe how cruel and selfish I used to think people were. Or, that is to say, I can believe it, I just can't believe I was taught that as a child. As a young child, even, since before I can remember.

But I can see exactly where it came from. I know what the thought process is. First you're told, "people are inherently sinful and, when left to our own devices, will commit every heinous act under the sun because it's our natural inclination." This is great for hooking people who already feel bad about themselves, because step 2 is "but Jesus protects you from your own sinful nature, so you just have to obey him instead of your own wants for the entire rest of your life then you'll have True Joy!"

(This does not stop the feeling bad about yourself, by the way. It really just makes it worse. But that's a topic for another post.)

Well, now you're protected from your sinful nature. But what becomes of everyone else who hasn't been?

Everyone - and I mean EVERYONE - who you don't have a personal relationship with or who isn't preaching their salvation on the street corners starts to become inherently sinful, naturally inclined to evil, and probably out to commit those sins against YOU, personally, because thinking you're in a small pocket of True Saved People in a sinful world gives you a bit of a victim complex. And so the world becomes hostile, evil, nowhere outside of home or church is truly safe, and anyone could be out to get you - and all sins are equal, but even more likely that trans person, that black person, that person who acts strange in public that I'm going to assume is a drug addict, because they don't look or act or believe Like Us so they're Not Saved which means They're Sinful And Evil.

I had to work more to train myself out of thinking some ways than others, but by and large, as I got older - and especially as I grew out of being afraid to talk to people (which I am just now realizing may have been partially caused by the above indoctrination partially) - it was just so blatantly not true.

The cruelest and meanest people I've ever met in my life are people who wholeheartedly believe everyone else is exactly the same as them, but they're so so wrong.

Assholes exist and they often make themselves known, but my car broke down on Monday and like six different people stopped to ask if I needed help. When I cut all my hair off and my parents said they didn't think I'd like it, people went out of their way to talk about how nice it looked, and I still get compliments on it three years later. (The only disapproval I got was from men at my parents' church who also had daughters. Go figure.) When college was terrible and bad and I failed everything, my advisors didn't demean me and weren't dismissive of me going back to take the classes again, they just said "Ok let's get you signed up again :) Good luck :)" and sent me on my way.

People are SO good. They WANT to be good. If you give people a chance, they will try their best to be kind, and if they aren't, there's a reason. If you believe that everyone is cruel and mean, it's not everyone else, it's just you.

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blacktoothcomics · 16 days

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white intellectuals despise being corrected on their isms, but especially their classism and racism. my country is full of comfortably monied wipipo who are CONVINCED that their college education was their lifelong subscription to Good Person quarterly, meanwhile lacking any and all familiarity with any member of a minority group existing outside their comfortable economic bubble.

domestic abuse and parental abuse of children are worse in poverty. hate crimes are worse in poverty. rape culture is worse in poverty. cult indoctrination is worse in poverty. medical neglect and institutionalized abuse are also... oh man u guessed it they're worse in poverty.

i put my arguments down at the feet of people i think could benefit from picking those arguments up and examining them, and this has worked VERY WELL in weeding out the performative dramatics of voluntary sufferers -- those who would see all that information bundled there on the ground and kick it for attacking them.

it's not a finite resource, my argument. my time and attention are limited to my physical existence, sure, but anything i have to lay at the feet of people who are bawling for inclusion and allyship can be found basically anywhere, from any other underserved and traumatized native of poverty.

it's just other impoverished persons are not usually as eloquent as someone who was raised in brutality to the specific goal of marrying up, AND they don't really have the time or energy or access to the infrastructure needed to do circus tricks online in exchange for visible personhood. it's not usual to hold a land bridge between the tax brackets, but those are bridges i have been crossing my entire life, and i tend to assume my experiences could be valuable to both sides to learn from...

and sofar, without fail, it's the comfortably monied who kick my bundled information the furthest into the sea. but it's the impoverished who kick it the quickest, without even reading a single goddamn thing.

what's the masculine version of cassandra complex? aspergers?

whatevs, my slightly more educated rich white family are the absolute pros of neglect and creepsterism, then blaming me for their own ignorance over why they are abusive creeps, when it's like... bruh i am not going to unwrap the info and read it out loud to you, you actually need to use your eyeballs and earballs and grow a set of courageballs before punting away the experiences of the violently defended personhoods about whom you claim to give a shit.

anyway i absolutely used to hit my mom back and i highly recommend any kid or teen learn to do the same no matter their proximity to ASD. teachers, too, i yoosta stab any and all authority figures if they got handsy and the worst attack against workingclass kids safety came in the form of weapon screenings post-columbine.

nobody brought a gun to a knife fight and kids didn't even bring knifes to fistfights, those blades were for spicing up the afterschool church basements with carved testimonials over which youth pastor would try to get you drunk at his house, carved so it couldn't be painted over, usually under a table or in a corner that only a kid in hiding would know where to look.

all this to say i am so glad for the internet, but we do need to keep in mind that ppl online are a privileged minority.

if you're disabled and actually have access to the internet, but not to meatspace people with actual problems? man, just sit down from the social justice shit, you CANNOT verify if anyone online is being genuine -- AND your social justice efforts would go way further if you could just focus on helping one other actual person face to face every day instead of broiling your brains in the "rejection sensitivity arena" that is the internet.

and? sit down from the social justice shit online because it's not good for you. i was raised by and with actual monsters, i saw them making the same self-harm decisions to be and stay forever victims, then to co-opt the victimhoods of others so they could keep that adrenaline punch fresh, riding the endorphin high of the persecution complex at every turn.

nobody likes that ally.

stop it.

#blacktooth articles #tw: bummer #ATTN: WIPIPO #wipipo tribe #child abuse #allyship #saga community #intersectionality

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itsrattysworld · 4 months

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rainsmediaradio · 5 months

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The Daily Fountain Devotional of the Church Of Nigeria (Anglican Communion) 18th December – Flee Idolatry.

TOPIC: Flee Idolatry. Read: Isaiah44:9-23(NKJV) 44:9. Those who make an image, all of them useless, And their precious things shall not profit; They their own witnesses; They neither see nor know, that they may be ashamed. 44:10. Who would form a god or mold an image profits him nothing? 44:11. Surely all his companions would be ashamed; And the workmen, they mere men. Let them all be gathered together, Let them stand up; Yet they shall fear, They shall be ashamed together. 44:12. The blacksmith with the tongs works one in the coals, Fashions it with hammers, And works it with the strength of his arms. Even so, he is hungry, and his strength fails; He drinks no water and is faint. 44:13. The craftsman stretches out rule, He marks one out with chalk; He fashions it with a plane, He marks it out with the compass, And makes it like the figure of a man, According to the beauty of a man, that it may remain in the house. 44:14. He cuts down cedars for himself, And takes the cypress and the oak; He secures for himself among the trees of the forest. He plants a pine, and the rain nourishes 44:15. Then it shall be for a man to burn, For he will take some of it and warm himself; Yes, he kindles and bakes bread; Indeed he makes a god and worships He makes it a carved image, and falls down to it. 44:16. He burns half of it in the fire; With this half he eats meat; He roasts a roast, and is satisfied. He even warms and says, “Ah! I am warm, I have seen the fire.” 44:17. And the rest of it he makes into a god, His carved image. He falls down before it and worships Prays to it and says, “Deliver me, for you my god!” 44:18. They do not know nor understand; For He has shut their eyes, so that they cannot see, their hearts, so that they cannot understand. 44:19. And no one considers in his heart, Nor knowledge nor understanding to say, “I have burned half of it in the fire, Yes, I have also baked bread on its coals; I have roasted meat and eaten And shall I make the rest of it an abomination? Shall I fall down before a block of wood?” 44:20. He feeds on ashes; A deceived heart has turned him aside; And he cannot deliver his soul, Nor say, “ not a lie in my right hand?” 44:21. ” Remember these, O Jacob, And Israel, for you My servant; I have formed you, you My servant; O Israel, you will not be forgotten by Me! 44:22. I have blotted out, like a thick cloud, your transgressions, And like a cloud, your sins. Return to Me, for I have redeemed you.” 44:23. Sing, O heavens, for the LORD has done Shout, you lower parts of the earth; Break forth into singing, you mountains, O forest, and every tree in it! For the LORD has redeemed Jacob, And glorified Himself in Israel.

ANGLICAN COMMUNION DEVOTIONAL OUTLINE FOR 18TH DECEMBER 2023.

The futility of idols is properly highlighted for us today. It seems strange that a man can cut a tree by himself, burn part of it to warm himself, cook with some, roast meat to eat with some, and yet fashion some into an idol and bow down to worship it, claiming it to be some god! As strange and senseless as it is for any spiritually reasonable person, it is not just so for others who are not spiritually discerning. But that is just the way of sin. It is deceptive and enslaving; it does not allow its victim to think straight. Sin blinds the sinner! We need not think that idols are limited to wood or stone. A senseless addiction to the pursuit of money is equally so. Money can become an idol, and indeed it has become so for many Christians, regrettably. Anything that competes with God in our lives is an idol. It could be money, fame, husband, wife, or position. All idols have the same characteristics:They deceive and take our attention away from God. What has become an idol in your life? Is God still retaining first position in your heart? Do you continuously miss fellowshipping with Him because you claim something or someone else is important and taking your time? Then that person or thing is an idol. Discard him, he08:25 r or it. “Remember these, O Jacob, and Israel, for you are My servant; I have formed you, you are My servant”(v.21). PRAYER: May my life be consecrated, Lord, to You. Read the full article

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