hi! do you have any reading recommendations for anti-hindutva literature? i'm trying 2 get my mother away from the shit the government's feeding her and after a few rereads i don't think annihilation of caste is enough on its own anymore. thanks 4 your time :) (big up kannada speakers btw ಏನು ಸಮಾಚಾರ !!)
hi! I have some here and here but i'm also gonna recommend buffalo nationalism by kancha ilaiah shepherd and the persistence of caste by anand teltumbde. you can also check out our hindu rashtra by aakar patel (this one's on my tbr)
what do you MEAN you've killed kita n jandra in an au???? CYNDI EXPLAIN YOURSELF OR HAND OVER CUSTODY OF THE GIRLS RN 🔫
MULTIPLE times i have done this. actually.
- my original ending for Kita and Jandra is that they explode on the Steadfast star destroyer at the Battle of Exegol and get resurrected by the Force but I didn’t want to do an EXACT repeat of Tag and Bink’s death and resurrection
- Someone figures out the girls are trying to help the Resistance and are executed by the Knights of Ren
- Kita and Jandra train at Luke’s Jedi Temple and are killed by Ben Solo’s turn to the dark side
- while attempting to escape to the Resistance, the Rebels mistake them for true enemies and shoot them down (bonus points if they die in Finn’s arms crying that he was the one who inspired them to break free)
Similar distressing AUs I have thought of for Kita and Jandra:
- After TROS, turns out that SURPRISE! Hux did not actually die and he’s been feeding the New Republic information about First Order remnants in order to bargain for a lighter sentencing. And since he figured out that K&J tricked him, he lies to the New Republic that the girls are tricksters and plan to betray everyone in the name of the First Order, forcing the girls to get arrested and go on trial to defend themselves. And it’s upsetting bc of the very concept of being ripped away from their families AGAIN.
- Kylo Ren realizes how dumb it is to not utilize the Force-Sensitive people in their ranks when he senses the force bond between K&J. Forces the girls to train as dark-side users against their will.
- When the girls are barely toddlers, Kita and Jandra’s parents are killed (yes, including Tag and Bink) through a tragic misunderstanding on the New Republic’s behalf. Din takes in the girls and raises them as his Mandalorian princesses.
ok googling this would be quicker but i need to hear it from u,, what are the mechanisms lmao
WHAT A WONDERFUL QUESTION LEE.
ok so they're a band. and you are already familiar with at least three of the members.
they're immortal space pirates who tell stories basically and have fun and violence! they're like steampunk/folk and all their albums (apart from two which are like a story per song) are concept albums with fun plots and retellings
ive been meaning to ask for ages but WHERE is ur pfp from. its so pretty <3
lol it’s from the show “Boondocks”. The episode is about this lady who Granddad meets online and she comes over for a weekend. Riley and Huey are not happy with her being there once they find out she is a master in a super deadly form of martial arts. Her name is Luna!
She’s honestly unhinged and tries to kill Granddad in the end. Great episode lmao
Ezra is a level 5 tiefling arcane trickster rogue!! I made them for a campaign that I started with my friends about a year ago, and I didn’t have much of a background for them other than ‘chaotic neutral cowboy with mullet’ like that was the blueprint that’s all I had in my character sheet LOL. i took a couple things from pinterest and ran with it
they’re kind of a bastard! a snarky arrogant asshole! can outdrink you. smooth talker, a little bit of a slut, very good liar (high charisma), obsessed with theatrics, a little bit insane and kinda stupid (intelligence and wisdom are Very low). they’re one of those people that feel really easy to write off as reckless, stupid, morally bankrupt. and i think they do that on purpose. tragic edgy backstory below
Ezra is their fathers name, actually.
He was a highly esteemed scholar and (much to the annoyance of his colleagues) a skilled sorcerer, enlisted into the king’s royal circle. Their mother, in her youth, was a dancer and stage actress. In the peak of their careers, they had a girl and named them Asteria.
After marriage and the birth of her child, she became a courtier and spent her days amongst other monarch wives and raising Asteria. As a result, they became well-versed in etiquette and manners, as well as dance, music and theater. As a child, Asteria was charismatic, so much so that adults and other children alike noted their uncanny ability to charm people around them. They were overly imaginative and theatrical, and dreamed of being an actress just like their mother. Their favorite role to play was the dashing marauder who traveled the world fighting bandits and seeking treasure. They’d don their father’s old hunting hat and run around the amphitheater with a wooden rapier.
The Hanans were a line of extraordinary tieflings. Like his father before him, Ezra was adamant on distancing himself and his family from the unsavory stereotypes surrounding his family’s infernal heritage. Yet despite him and his wife’s efforts to be extraordinary, to break the mold, it was never enough. The guards in the king’s employ still kept a watchful eye over him during his work. The court women still gossiped about his wife. The other children still teased his young one in the schoolyard.
One day, he said to Asteria, “They will never see us past what we are.”
He always knew that it would only take one slip up, a single mistake to turn the others against him. Even then, the court’s betrayal still stung. Amidst rising trade tensions with the next kingdom over, Ezra pleaded for diplomacy, arguing that war would displace the city’s poorest citizens, which consisted of a large population of other tieflings. Accused of nepotism, Ezra challenged the rest of the court,
“Is it so wrong to preserve the lives of my brothers? Of others?”
A clergyman laughed, clapping his shoulder, “Ezra, my friend, we both know that their loss couldn’t equate to ours. What else could they have given than disease?”
That night, the enemy kingdom’s forces stormed the castle, and the king and a few of his court members were murdered in his sleep.In the wrong place and the wrong time, Ezra was the prime suspect, sentenced to death for the crime of deposition. Ophelia was no longer a court woman, and was reduced to a serf, indentured for the rest of her life. Asteria was 13. On the night before their father’s execution, when the rest of the palace was asleep, Ophelia pulled her child back through the servant’s entrance, pushing a bag of everything she could save of her family’s old life– the expensive things that weren’t seized.
“I love you. Don’t forget about us.”
Weaving through the thicket of the forest under the blanket of night, they stopped in a cave a few miles to the north. The summer storms were beginning to roll in. Digging through her bag for food, they found their father’s hat folded neatly at the bottom– the one that they’d use to play all those years ago.
In the distance, they hear a violent crack of lightning. The castle they’d escaped from is engulfed in flames. At that moment they knew, it was their father’s work. A final ‘fuck you’ to the the ones who abused him, and a final goodbye to his family.
As the years pass, Asteria wanders aimless between realms, getting mixed up with all kinds of wrong people– bandits, mercenaries, outlaws. Yet throughout it all, they remain alone, never settling with one group for too long. On the rare occasion, they come across a good soul, one who offers to take them in and settle down. Sometimes they’re elders, lovers, or other tieflings. But no matter how kind their eyes seem, Asteria always disappears, moving forward without turning back.
Their current source of income comes in the form of bounty hunting and mercenary work. Though it comes with it’s own set of obstacles, it remains less dangerous and nefarious than drifting or thievery. They’ve built up quite the reputation over the past few years– the tiefling kid, the one in the stupid hat. New clients will come to them at the bar, contract in hand and demanding a name. They say the same thing every time.
“Ezra. My name is Ezra.”
In the quieter moments, usually late into the night, they’ll pull out their father’s old notes and study them late into the night, for magic is the last thing that remains of their family. In some distant dream, they see themselves just as powerful as their father was. A real sorcerer. A hopeful part in their heart believes that their mother is alive, and after slaying those who sentenced her father to death, they’d set her free and build her a house and give her a garden.
But for now, they live contract to contract. Being exactly what everyone wants them to be. A merc. A rogue. A trickster. A tiefling.
