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I'm trying to move out of Brazil eventually. it's the leading country globally in trans murders, specifically trans feminicide. if you can spare a donation, I'd really appreciate it.
Ultimately, she spent 20 hours redoing the copy from scratch — and with her $100-per-hour rate, that meant her client was shelling out $2,000 for copy that likely would have ended up being far cheaper had a human just written it in the first place.
my toxic arknights trait is that i like when playable characters are actual scum of the earth. making them playable is an interesting narrative decision all by itself and i'd rather have a racist grandpa on the roster than a unanimously morally correct cast of friends. this is just my personal take though if you think otherwise that's obviously fine lol
Request: Velvet spends a lot of time (and, more importantly, energy) playing the straight man to Magilou’s antics. She is, of course, not a man: and as it happens, she may not be entirely straight either.
Bonus: Eleanor finds it equal parts amusing and thrilling to see the fearsome Lord of Calamity lose her cool at Magilou's prodding. But when she sees Velvet pull their teammate into an alley in Hellawes and press her up against the wall by her throat, laughter is the last thing on her mind.
"Father, I can understand why you would look at them and consider them unscrupulous miscreants, but I would recommend against being so reactive next time. It was clear enough to see that they only put on such a display because you provoked them, and I'd encourage you to consider the setting when engaging with troublemakers."
Once again, it was up to Eleanor to smooth things out in the aftermath of their little merry band trying to do something as simple as waiting in the church for the shops to open.
Privately, she thought the way that Velvet and Magilou had handled it had been...vindicating. The pastor had clearly singled them out for Velvet's attire, and Magilou had only tried to come to her rescue, in her own roundabout way.
Could it really be called a roundabout way, if Magilou was never straightforward in the first place?
Maybe Eleanor had admired the way they'd stood up for themselves because it felt like she was inadvertently sharing that umbrella of protection. She'd never really worked out how she felt about romance, but she knew enough that she was not interested in men.
Well. Most men. But she definitely had a leaning of sorts.
She parted ways with the group: Laphicet was blessedly so exhausted that he was asleep at the inn with Rokurou and Eizen to watch him and make sure he ate, so the three of them were none the wiser to the scene that had just unfolded.
I should give those two a talking-to, at least. Our cover will be blown if they keep doing things like that.
Velvet had grimaced and beckoned for Magilou to follow her for a 'chat', so Eleanor suspected they'd be just outside.
She hears Velvet's hushed voice and Magilou's not-so-hushed voice from the alley around back, and her ears perk up to listen as she sidles up against the corner to watch. Not to eavesdrop, but-just to wait and see! Maybe Velvet will do the important parts for her.
"Look. He was being a creep, but that doesn't mean you can just act as you please-! The second you started rubbing up on me I thought his eyes were going to roll right out of their sockets, the way he was ogling you." She's clearly agitated, her arms crossed, her finger tapping the inside of her forearm.
"Ohoho! So sweet of you to worry, but I'm used to being ogled! It's a shame if I'm not! A performer performs, and I performed perfectly. And you played along too, lest you forget! Throwing me across the altar and crawling over me like that until he went blue in the face-my heart nearly popped! Unless..." Magilou tips her head and Eleanor can hear her lilt suddenly drop into another tone entirely, "...did it really rile you up, right then in there? Thinking about doing it in front of a holy man, to spite the clergy?"
Eleanor is suddenly very, very still. She knows deep down that she's hiding herself for a different reason than she was when this started, but she can't will herself to move away.
I shouldn't be watching this.
"No, it did not."
"Aww, then were you worried about little ol' me? Thinking I've no defenses against the male gaze? I was never a naive country girl like you, Vel, I'm used to it."
"And you shouldn't be. Why is it so outlandish of me to want men to not act like animals? Especially around you, you look way too young for them anyway. If anything it's worse that you get them so excited."
"My my, that doesn't bode well for you, then does it, Vel?" Magilou's voice drops, suddenly serious, and if Eleanor didn't know better-bordering on authoritative. "Because I've seen you much more excited to see me than that."
It happens so quickly that Eleanor is frightened her flinch will give away her position-Velvet's claw erupts from its bandages and pins Magilou to the wall by her throat, her feet dangling.
"Keep talking if you want to pretend you don't know what I mean."
Magilou...laughs. It's strained and sputtering through the pressure at her throat, but she's clearly more delighted than afraid.
I should do something. This is getting out of hand-
SPLASH.
A burst of water soaks Velvet's face and she drops a giggling Magilou to the ground.
"Brat." Velvet bites out.
"Oh come on. I've seen you wetter. And you've seen me."
I need to leave-I really shouldn't be hearing-
But Eleanor stays rooted to the spot, ears burning, her body burning even in Hellawes' frigid climate.
"But tell you what. Let's kiss and make up? And then I'll behave until we get back to the inn." Magilou spreads her fingers into a 'v' just under her chin, poking her tongue out between them and bending her body forward with a great flourish. "What do you say, sourheart?"
Eleanor's heart thumps heavy in her chest as Velvet bridges the distance, take Magilou's chin in her own, leans in until there's barely any space between them. Velvet's lips part and Magilou's eyes go half-mast with a certain...earnestness that Eleanor wouldn't have believed unless she'd seen it with her own eyes.
But Velvet stops just shy.
"...Nice try. You're never behaved. And I'd be the fool for believing you could keep a promise like that."
Magilou's eyes flicker with a moment's surprise, but she's back on the other foot in the next breath.
"Oho, but perhaps you're the fool after all, for taking me seriously to begin with!"
...
Eleanor walks back to the inn, realizes that she's a little more alike to Magilou than she ever expected she could be, both for what thought lingers behind and for the fact that she'd never, ever be able to admit aloud-
RACHEL RANKS: THE TOP 20 HOTTEST MURCIELAGO CHARACTERS
#3: Isuzu Kujihara
To say that manga has a hard time depicting fat women would be the understatement of the century. Fat women are ALWAYS ridiculed, drawn with ridiculous proportions, villainized, shown constantly eating, used as a punchline for a cruel joke, etc. etc. etc. So imagine my surprise when Murcielago delivered what might be the most positive representation of a fat female character I've read in years, if not ever. Isuzu is gorgeous, never mocked, never insulted in any way, isn't drawn constantly eating; in fact, she doesn't stumble over even a single stereotype. She's one of the many reasons why Murcielago is my favorite yuri series, and she is GORGEOUS. I would KILL for her to show up more frequently. Most underrated Murcielago girl by far.
Some women will never want children in their life in any meaningful capacity. They don't want to give birth. They don't want to adopt. They don't want to be the fun auntie. They don't want to be a godmother. They don't want to work in a field with children. They will never change a child's diaper and don't believe their lack of childcare skills is a problem that needs fixing, because childcare is not a crucial part of the human experience, with billions of people on the planet. They go about their day while only seeing kids out at the grocery store or at the park, and nothing is missing from their lives.
The refusal to accept this is driving a global right-wing backlash movement.
The destruction of the white supremacist cishetero patriarchy is not going to make me any less of a dyke. Your stupid fuckin' stateless utopia is not going to change my sexuality.
In your perfect world where we don't have labels I'm still not going to be attracted to (nor will I desire sexual advances from) men, and I deserve a way to communicate that.
Weird how the "abolish labels" people only seem to show up when lesbians talk about needing a term to describe our exclusive attraction to other women. It's almost like how the "abolish gender" people only show up when trans women talk about what being a trans woman is. Such a strange coincidink 🤔🤔🤔
it's difficult to articulate the consistent, gradual, but subtle erosion of the soul that living in brazil does to you as a trans woman. left and right, fetishized and made fun of, and yet also publicly supported enough to get a trans woman into considerable political power... and none of it matters. not one bit. not criminalization of transphobia, not politicians, nothing. because it doesn't change the fact that i'm still living in the country with the most murders of trans women in the planet.
it's tiresome, really. but what can i even do? nowhere to run, really.
and as far as immigration goes... i'm not sure i'd be able to even if the orange fuck hadn't blocked it. because of my family's history, which is a whole legal mess i won't share.
i'll hold out hope. keep it burning. but i'd be lying if i said it's as bright as it used to be.