Χίμαιρα corvids @autistikai@computerfairi.es

The trees say fuck you

I made the mistake of clicking on a "lesbian flag discourse" tumblr link and a rendering glitch accurately captured my experience reading the posts

girls are pretty and im gay
i wanna give affection n love ;w;

the sellspell who charges her adventuring party by the spellslot calls herself a "reverse philosophers stone". Turns gold into explosions

and also im going to mom the shit out of the first true, conscious AI and no one can stop me

like all women of culture, i use my tongue as a lizard would, to mlem the cheesy popcorn out of the bowl without dirtying my delicate hands

1. open cw
2. wtf that needs a cw
3. read cw

Privileged people have like a list of things they know is offensive and 0 awareness of context huh,,,

tieflin' sneaking off in the middle of the night and everyone think she's getting up to no good but she just needs to reshoe her hooves.

“Why don't you write about women? my mother asked me. I don't know how, I said. A stupid answer, but an honest one. I did not know how to write about women - very few of us did - because I thought that what men had written about women was the truth, was the true way to write about women. And I couldn't.”
- Ursula LeGuin, “The Fisherwoman’s Daughter”

someone make a new history series that's just reenacting every time in history colonizers got owned. an episode where captain cook gets murdered set to mama mia. a reenactment of the alamo but santa anna is the good guy and every time a slave owner gets killed it gets faster. custer's last stand but every time a white dude gets killed there's airhorns

story idea based on some conversation with @vyr

a demon who was sent to corrupt a little outpost of the church finds a paladin who easily saw through her disguise... only to ask her for help with the fact that she's lesbian/trans/both. so they talk (and do more than talk), and live in this uneasy truce. the demon doesn't try to corrupt things *too* much, and the paladin doesn't reveal who she is.

then, one day, the paladin is gone. the demon asks around in her mortal disguise for what happened, and discovers that the paladin's been discovered by the church, shipped off to be 'corrected'/tried/executed.

but, somehow, her sword was left behind. and the demon takes it up, and its enchantments of light yield to her. and the demon reflects on something the paladin told her: that unlike most of the holy swords, hers was special. it only kills monsters. she draws it across the back of her hand, experimentally. no blood.

but oh, does it draw blood from those that stand between her and her journey to rescue the paladin.

but not the paladin herself, during their confrontation. she'd been broken, twisted against herself, made to believe she was a monster that could only find salvation in destruction. but when the demon brings her sword to her neck, nothing happens. not even the slightest scratch. and the demon implores her to *remember*, to remember what they shared, the love they had. to remember that she's not a monster.

and the impossibly-bright halo shatters, the searing armor fades, and the paladin collapses in to the arms of the demon, of the only person who ever truly knew her.

and together, they find their freedom.