Thanks, anon, for reading and understanding.
This year has been full of ups and downs for me: I usually write more when I’m happy and keep the anger or sadness inside me to fester, so being able to write out my more negative emotions is helpful. Articulating it is immensely helpful, just like knowing there are others out there who feel the same is helpful.
Stay safe, anon, we’re headed for some difficult times.
Minor Miracles–my series of A Song of Ice and Fire OCs–is now on archiveofourown. Check it out here!
An expulsion of negative feelings.
—
Exhaustion
I hear on the news:
A cop has killed,
yet another unarmed brother.
A college athlete raped,
yet another sister.
A spoiled, useless man shot,
yet more of our children.Change the station,
commercials,
interspersed with music.Turn off the radio.
—
Malice
I was raised in a Christian home,
and saw my family fall apart.
The Church that once guided me,
turned its teeth against who I am.God believes in truth and love,
except for those who don’t fit in?I no longer believe in religion,
but for you I’d be wrong,
just to see you burn in Hell.—
Despair
Months ago,
I considered death.
How sweet
and peaceful
it would be.But I turned away,
ideas stored,
cars, knives, pills,
taunting me
in my sleep.Now my life,
is in the crosshairs.
Monsters who think
to control me.I am no slave,
no fetish, no doll.
I will die
when I choose.
Eyes closed. Try to remember. Fail. Breathe.
Open your eyes, something is wrong. No aches, no pain. Lungs fine. Full range of sight in both eyes.
Your hands aren’t tied, but the room is locked, empty, concrete and metal.
The door has reinforced glass.
There are other rooms like the one you’re in. An entire hallway of them. All empty.
Hallway half lit, light slanting into your cell.
What happened?
—
You’ve lost a lot. Family, friends, hope.
You had dreams once, opportunities gleaming before you.
Your younger self wouldn’t recognize you. Wouldn’t want to be you.
You honed yourself, changed yourself, sanded down and shaped yourself, whittled down to one thing.
And then that was taken from you.
What happened?
—
Except for your complete lack of context, you seem to be perfectly fine.
The twinge that used to plague your right pinky is gone. Your hair is shorter. You’re missing some scars.
There’s nothing in this room but you.
You’re clothed, thankfully, but even without the bland shirt and sweatpants you don’t think you’d be cold.
It’s been hours, but you’re not hungry or thirsty or tired.
What happened?
—
They took your inheritance, took your name, took your life.
You thought you were giving–presents to be appreciated, to be treasured–instead they took and took and took.
You just wanted to help. Maybe that’s the problem. You didn’t ask for more.
You helped them, they helped themselves, your mind and heart and body ravaged and drained.
You were empty before, but you’re broken now.
What happened?
—
You sleep because there’s nothing else to do.
You tried screaming and breaking out, but eventually you got bored of that.
You sleep and you dream and you remember.
Surrounded, but alone, cloudy night sky and bright red lights zooming toward you. Tinny voices in your ear, last confessions and ignored orders.
You love them so much. You’ve lost so much. You can’t survive this, but you can’t survive losing anyone else either.
Breathe. Fail. Try to remember. Eyes closed.
What happened?
~
A/N: Mrgh… gonna be honest, I’m having Tim feels as per usual, because I checked out some DCU Rebirth and I’m just like… well. On the one hand, they understand he’s a vital part of the Bat family. On the other hand they literally “took him off the field”
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
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*gratefully takes offered hug*
I’m sorry, my friend, stay safe. Already I’m beginning to dress more conservatively than before–scared to go outside in the bright, provocative colors and patterns of someone without fear. I’m far more hesitant than I was before. I walk now with shoulders hunched, head ducked down, just counting the seconds until I can get to the safety of my car or my home.
I just found out the UPS truck driver that makes deliveries in my office building voted for Trump. I also, with shuddering disgust and fear, found out that he thinks I’m sexually attractive and has said as much to my one of my coworkers. Thankfully, said coworker is a man of color and has basically shut that down, but still. What the fuck.
How the fuck does the UPS guy think that’s going to work out? What was he expecting from my coworker much less from myself? What the absolute fuck.
No more shorts or sleeveless tops or skirts–autumn weather, thankfully, makes jeans and long sleeves and shape-obscuring jackets acceptable. But still. When the weather changes back, will I feel safe enough to return to that? My hair is cut short, enough that people notice–a statement style, asymmetric and shorn on one side. Will I have to grow that out? I’m not currently dating anyone, but I always liked having the possibility–will that still be something I can look forward to one day? Or will I have to hide my sexuality, tucked away like skin beneath layers of cloth.
I’m scared, too, anon. It’s shitty. Keep what joys you can, but do what you must to stay safe. Find your allies, stick together. It’s as you said: we’re stronger together, we’ll make it.
*cross-ocean air hugs you back* *maybe accidentally wrinkles your shirt or maybe cries on it, sorry about that* *i rent a room from a family, so please don’t kidnap my house, but i appreciate the thought*
Thanks… I could use any comfort even digitally. It’s not a good situation, and I woke up with the worst post-crying headache, but well… things are awful and I’ve severely lost faith in humanity as a whole, but I’m glad people as individuals are still good.
(1 – anonymous – Shikako/Itachi, Death and the Maiden?… I don’t know this movie/play if that’s what you’re asking for, so here’s a more literal interpretation)
Itachi Uchiha is a dead man walking, the countdown on his life swift and guaranteed: the only question is whether it will be his eyes, his lungs, or his brother that kills him.
As it turns out–it’s none of the above.
“Your time is up,” says the Shinigami, reaching a hand toward him, and the last thing that Itachi thinks is that it looks remarkably like his brother’s teammate.
—
(2 – anonymous – Shikako/Gaara, soulmate!AU?, red string of fate)
It’s a good thing soulmates are the only one who can see their shared string, Shikako thinks, staring blankly at the ethereal red thread tied around her pinky.
Otherwise, it’d be such a point of weakness for any shinobi.
“Soulmate,” says Gaara, voice raspy but still perfectly audible–of course, she sighs internally, ignoring the gasps around her, it only works if the soulmates keep quiet about it.
—
(3 – anonymous – Shikako/Sasuke, Avatar the Last Airbender!AU)
Shikako literally stumbles upon him, tripping over his bedroll and legs–needless to say, it’s a less than graceful start.
His first instinct is to summon a flame which, given the dark night, would have been smart if he weren’t literally in the middle of Earth Kingdom territory.
In seconds, she has him encased in rock… but the resignation in his eyes makes her release him.
—
(4 – anonymous – Kakashi & Team Seven, Next Gen DoS, changes for the better)
Kakashi can’t forget the way his students looked after everything: bleeding and drained, war weary in a way he never wanted for them…
But at least they were alive–and alive meant they could heal, even if it took time and distance and the possibility of spiraling apart completely.
Now, decades later, smiling at his honorary grandchildren, he thinks that they’ve all turned out alright.
—
(5 – anonymous, canon!Team Ten & DoS!Ino, the differences between the two Ino)
Ino is released after a short meeting with her father-but-not, deemed a non threat but still in need of monitoring–who better to monitor Ino than herself and her team-but-not?
Chouji is a welcome, familiar sight, but it’s a shock to see herself without slit pupils, to see Shikamaru with both arms still, and at first she begins to feel a little bit jealous…
… until the topic moves onto how she ended up in this dimension.
Forget jealousy, Ino can’t wait until Shikako brings her home.
~
A/N: So this is the last one for now, I’ll come back to this someday but I think I’m done. It was fun and I really appreciate everyone who participated 🙂
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… I know this isn’t the content you’re here for. And I’ve been doing all of my USA election related posts on my other blog keeping that in mind. But I think, given some of my other posts on here that are far more personal, that you can indulge me a little.
I’m scared.
And, like, yeah okay. I know it’s not the end of the world. I know that tomorrow the sun will come up and I will still have a job and a roof over my head and enough money to buy what I need and some of what I want. I know there are people with way worse of situations.
But I’m still scared.
I’m a young queer female person of color and I just found out how much my country hates all or even just one aspect of my identity. I thought this was in the bag. I thought–there’s no way such an overtly awful person can win. I thought I’d be safe.
And, yes, I am to some extent. I live in California, so at least I know that the majority of people I pass in the streets don’t hate my existence. I am lucky enough to live in such a state. But there were still that 34% who voted for Trump–and yes, those are probably in counties that I have never been to and will never need to go to, but still. That’s one out of every three people.
I’m sitting here shaking, having trouble breathing. I’m scared.
I can’t imagine what it’d be like to live in one of the red states. Fuck, I have family in Florida–tomorrow they’ll have to walk around not knowing which half of the population hates their guts and which 5% couldn’t give a damn at how much shit is going to come their way.
It’s not… I can’t even hate them back. I’m not angry at nonvoters or third party voters, though I know a lot of people are. I don’t even know if I’m disappointed because I think I’m still in shock. I’m afraid. It just doesn’t make any sense to me. It’s just not logical.
I don’t understand.
I’m scared.
I’m interpreting this as a platonic Sasuke & Itachi relationship because… incest is not my thing… but regardless I don’t know if I can fill this prompt because, well, at some point Sasuke is going to find out the truth in canon!DoS and I wouldn’t want to presume how Silver Queen handles that.
Maybe I can fill a different prompt for you, anon?
Sorry, anon, I just feel like Sasuke’s reaction to the truth coming out will be a significant plot point in DoS and there’s no way I can 1) predict what SQ will do in canon!DoS and 2) do it justice in three sentences.
I mean, I can do a Sasuke & Itachi AU or some other canon!DoS event that isn’t probably going to be an important plot point?
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