Ayo writer friends!! Welcome to my blog where I post the highs and lows of my writing endeavors.
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About Me 💙
° Hello, you can call me Fleurty (she/her | adult). I'm an aspiring storyteller and am slowly becoming more confident in writing and sharing my work with others.
° I'm half pinay (Filipino🇵🇭), and queer (🧡💛🤍🩵💙)! A lot of my stories will be inspired by these parts of my identity. I would especially love to find other people with similar identity markers, but also just any other writers in general! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧
° I'm pretty talkative and ramble a lot, especially for my WIPs and things I'm passionate about. So expect this when interacting with me.
° I also have a book/writing discord server called "The Little Red Writing Hoods." If you are interested in learning more about what our server does, click here for my post explaining our activities and for the server link.
° I am tag-game/DM/ask-friendly - feel free to interact with me in any way!! ヾ(^∇^)
All my WIP Intro Posts (so far!) 💙
Click each of the titles for an intro post to each WIP!
If you would like to be tagged in future posts about any of my WIPS please let me know! ♡✧。 (⋈◍>◡<◍)。✧♡
° Firefighter Shenanigans - A comedy/satire play about firefighters who are bad at their job. Its purpose is to make my friends laugh, and help me practice writing dialogue without putting pressure on myself. It includes a very vivid cast of characters based on my favorite character dynamics.
° The Sheep, the Dragon, and the Cattle Dog - An allegorical fairytale based on what it's like to grow up with a verbally abusive parent, and an enabler parent.
° The Two Princesses - A short story about two young cousins a boy and a girl around eight years old breaking gender norms.
° The Witch Who Couldn't Cast a Single Spell - A short story about a witch who found out after years of training to fulfill an ancient prophecy, is not actually the chosen one.
° Phoenix District- Jackie gave up her dream of becoming a mechanic long ago, but one day a bronzed-arm cyborg crashes on her roof - and the two become friends who work on solving the mystery of the recent increase in cyborg deaths in the city.
Specific tags I use 💙
#my little rambles - Posts about writing struggles, daily life, random thoughts, and so on.
#writer friends - Posts where I reblog other writers' posts and the occasional ily appreciation mentions.
#little red writing hoods - Where I post my writing challenges from my club's weekly meetings.
#pinay be posting - Where I make posts about Filipino culture and/or reblog other people's posts about anything related to the Philippines.
For specific WIP tags, you can find out how I tag them by reading each of their specific WIP intro post! ヘ(・・ヘ)。。
It's not over yet! 💙
Still want to learn more about me? I have some more posts you can check out below!
My Writing Goals - Talks about what kind of writer I aspire to be, as well as what I hope to write about in the future.
My Writing Tendencies - Talks about what kind of themes and tropes I keep falling back on.
My Writing Inspirations - Where I list out some of the people, books, and movies that inspire my writing.
Behind the Name - Where I share the story behind my username.
Little Red Writing Hoods - Writing Challenges Collection - A master post that links to each of the writing challenges I have done for my club!
Thanks for reading!!
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Sorry I haven't been posting much. Depression still sucks, trying to look for work. I haven't been interacting much either because that takes energy I don't really have.
Been meaning to post more of that Pokemon fanfic but I keep getting too locked in with research (looking at wikis) that the actual first part is still not finished. Wanted to do something fun with the Galar region and the actual legend behind the wolves and the false king.
Want to start editing for people, but no clue how to get my name out there, what to post, or anything like that. Cause I gotta post to seem credible, but not seem like I'm just interacting to try and get business. Thought about doing book and video game reviews, should probably read more and go to the library (transport has been an issue too..) So much to do, and yet I forget to do all of it
What was the purpose of the scene about queer signals, if Will was never going to receive queer signals? Why was the question concerned with the obviousness of signals, and not the mere presence of them? Why use the term "shared looks" when that was a known call and response on set for Noah and Finn?
What was the meaning of the snowball and avalanche metaphor? Why include that scene at all? Where was the payoff?
You're going to write an entire meta scene on queer signals of attraction, include examples that we have already observed, indicate an eventual pay off... and not let it pay off? Why? To be malicious?
You tell the audience through Will that Mike was just his Tammy this entire time and expect us to believe it? Was Tammy in Robin's video tape? Did Robin know Tammy since she was five? Did Tammy run after her in the rain or recognize her breathing over the radio?
And Will Byers never got kissed. Will Byers witnessed queer love, queer joy, and queer intimacy through a kiss at the beginning of the season, wanting that for himself because he's a romantic... and never even got kissed. Not even by his epilogue boyfriend.
You're a memory. A fragment. Imagined into reality based on a guy who died to save his family. You want so badly to die to save your family, but they aren't your family. You love them like they are your family because you were created to be him. You're not him. He's dead. You're immortal. He ran straight into death and so you were created with the same impulse but you can't do it. You literally cut yourself in half to make other people laugh. You watched a guy die for your sister the same way you did, except it wasn't you and he wasn't real and you're not really her brother and she cares about him far more than you. You want to die so badly. You were born wanting to die. You're not real, and your mother, who you love, is dying to keep you alive. You aren't really alive. Your family is tearing itself apart trying to kill you. You can't die.
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Not me talking to @careful-fear and them using their fancy vocabulary, and then I proceed to think "stalwart" is a town in England but then no. It's not. It's an adjective-noun whatever the fuck. Not a town.
Reginald: WHICH ONE OF YOU KNUCKLEHEADS DID THIS??
Agua and Le Feu hold each other, shaking. Agua thinks to herself, “I just got here, why am I already being yelled at?” Maisie hides behind Iguana, who is actively avoiding eye contact with Reginald. Guy brings The Weiner Dog to his face, hoping it’ll hide him. The Weiner Dog barks and scares Guy, making him drop her, and for her to trot away.
(The Weiner Dog) exit.
Reginald reaches the rest of the group.
Reginald: Inside. Now. I’m not going to lecture you when THEY could be watching.
Reginald leads the group inside the fire station. Once the door is shut, and it’s certain no one outside can hear them, Reginald rants:
Reginald: I was having the best mani-pedi since that Spa on Snap-Crackle-and-Pop street closed down. My dear wife, Georganna-Fleks, even gave me a coupon. A COUPON! It was 20% off your first time going there, and—
Reginald points at Guy, Iguana, and Maisie.
Reginald: —ONE of you three ruined it!
Maisie: Chief sir, what’s gotten you so upset?
Reginald: Shut it, Daisie! You know DAMN well what’s gotten me so upset!
Iguana steps forward.
Iguana: IT’S GUY’S FAULT.
Guy steps forward and slaps Iguana’s head.
Guy: ABSURD, if it be true and something aught wrong then tis Iguana's fault.
Iguana: Why would anything be MY fault!
Maisie steps up and whacks them both.
Maisie: NOW IS NOT THE TIME!
Reginald gets red in the face and whistles with his hands.
Reginald: SHUT UP! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, YOU THREE!
The three knuckleheads stand tall next to each other like soldiers. Agua shakes more. Le Feu thinks it’s time for him and Agua to leave before she has a panic attack. He leads her in the direction The Weiner Dog went.
(Agua and Le Feu) exit.
Reginald: Look, you scared off the fresh meat.
Maisie: Sorry, Chief sir.
Guy: Aye, sincerest apologies.
Iguana stays quiet knowing if he tries to apologize it’ll come off as sarcastic.
Reginald pinches the bridge of his nose as he paces.
Reginald: Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna get their side of the story, and after, y’all better be ready to come clean!
Reginald marches off.
(Reginald) exit.
Maisie: O.M. Double G! What do we do? And why is Chief sir even upset at us?
Iguana: Oh I don’t know, maybe it has to do with the fact we took a truckload of Hawaiian coals, lit them up in the parking lot, and forced two people to cross them without any proper gear?
Guy and Maisie: Oh…
Iguana: “Oh” indeed.
Maisie: We’re totally screwed then.
Iguana: Nah, just Guy.
Iguana smiles.
Guy: How cometh?
Iguana: When Chief stormed in he said “ONE of you three ruined it.” He must be mad whoever orchestrated this. Guy, did you use the fire station’s card again?
Guy: Aye…
Iguana: He probably saw the transaction for the plane ticket you ordered to Hawaii.
Maisie stutters.
Maisie: Ch-Chief sir, can’t fire Guy.
Iguana: Chief can do whatever the fuck he wants!
Maisie: Yes, well I know, but it would be too funny for a sad situation like this, I mean— a firefighter getting fired? We could never be taken seriously by the public.
Guy, with black tears streaming down his face— because apparently he had put on eyeliner between scenes— hugs Maisie and Iguana in a bear hug.
Guy: It hast been nice knowing the two of thee, even thee Iguana. In fact, I feeleth mine own heart spinning 'round mine own soul. And oh, by the looks of it, the sky is spinning as well? The heavens must be weeping and sharing our s'rrows. Oh dear, the sky just keeps on spinning…spinning…
Guy suddenly collapses to the floor. Maisie bends down, checking if his head is bleeding.
Maisie: Guy! What’s wrong, are you okay?
Guy: It seemeth the heavens tooketh holdeth of mine own soul, and I has't hath lost mine own strength to standeth.
Maisie: Um.
Guy: Panic, s'rrow, mis'ry! How I await for Fireth Chief to bringeth me the news, the news of mine own unfortunate fate. I weepeth, weepeth liketh the circling heavens above me.
Maisie: Yuh, huh. Iguana, what’s he saying? Is he going to die?
Iguana: He’s just being dramatic.
Maisie: He looks so pale.
Iguana: That’s a symptom of being a little bitc—
Guy: —OH THE CIRCLING, WEEPING HEAVENS! PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THY DOOM!
Iguana: THE SKY ISN’T WEEPING, YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WEEPING!
Maisie: Yeah, weatherman Gary says we’re not gonna have rain for the next six weeks. So… no weeping sky.
Guy rolls around and moans as if he has just been stabbed in the heart. Maisie pushes Guy like a wheel of cheese into the closet. Muffled, Guy can be heard shouting, “I HATH SAID HEAVENS, NOT SKY.”
(Guy) exits.
Maisie: Can’t be having him cry like my Nana at a wedding! Chief sir would blow a fuse. Now then, how are we gonna help Guy get out of this? I know that big brain of yours has something figured out.
Iguana: I don’t see why I have to help him.
Maisie: Please? The three of us are like coffee, milk, and sugar, we belong together.
Iguana rolls his eyes. He’s not going to budge with helping Guy so easily. Maisie sighs.
Maisie: Fine. You leave me no other choice.
Iguana: What are you saying?
Maisie: Two words: apple juice.
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Dear reader, I’m sorry for being stupid. I forgot you don’t know what’s happening if Agua is too busy screaming and doesn’t speak for Le Feu. Let me go ahead and narrate what just happened.
Agua noticed her white vans were covered in coal soot. After she screamed in horror, she sprinted towards the finish line. She stumbled, caught herself. Stumbled again, caught herself. But the third time she couldn’t catch herself. Le Feu, cool as ever, noticed, and caught Agua bridal style.
Le Feu carried Agua safely to the end.
Agua: Oh my god, I thought—I thought—
Le Feu: ???
Agua: What? No, I wasn’t scared I was gonna die! I was scared my shoes were going to be totally, utterly, one hundred percent, UNSAVAGABLE. If they were burnt to a crisp, I’d riot and burn this entire place down.
Le Feu: …
Le Feu rolls his eyes, and sets Agua down. Agua speaks shyly:
Agua: Thanks, for saving me back there, you were really—
(The Weiner Dog) enter. The Weiner Dog tackles Agua’s leg as a way of saying, “I’m glad you made it, human.”
The Weiner Dog: Woof. Woof.
Agua pets The Weiner Dog’s head.
Agua: Don’t worry little cutie, I’m okay.
(Guy, Iguana, and Maisie) enter. The three knuckleheads scramble onto the scene. Guy wipes the tears from his mental breakdown from scene three.
Iguana: Thank fuck, you’re alive.
Agua: You were worried about us? That’s really sweet of you, um… um…
Iguana: It’s Iguana.
Agua repeats Iguana’s name in her head to remember it.
Iguana: And not really. If you died I would’ve been fired. I can’t go back to my last job…
A shiver runs down Iguana’s spine.
Agua: I’m sorry.
Le Feu: …
Maisie giggles and pulls Iguana off to the side before he says something darkly unhinged. Guy smiles.
Maisie: Ignore him, he’s a downer. But oh me, oh my! Le Feu that was the bee’s knees— I’d say you’re more graceful than a gazelle in a savanna.
Guy: That gent verily wast elegant.
Le Feu: …
Maisie: I mean it! You should do ballet as a side hustle with those kinds of legs.
Agua: Actually, Le Feu knows ballet. He’s been taking dance classes ever since he was a kid. He knows everything from ballroom, to contemporary, to hip hop.
Maisie: Damn. A man who can dance and carry you across fiery hot coals. You’re a pretty lucky gal.
Agua: You’ve got the wrong idea, Le Feu, and me—we’re not dating— not that I haven’t h-heard it before, actually now that I think about it everyone is always asking us that sometimes— but no, we’re not together or anything.
Le Feu: …
Maisie: Wait, you're not dating? But—
Agua hyperventilates. Le Feu pats her back.
Agua: I’m so sorry I should’ve asked earlier, but I didn’t catch all of your names.
Maisie: No, I should be sorry! It completely slipped my mind, the name’s Maisie. And this is The Weiner Dog.
The Weiner Dog wags her tail.
The Weiner Dog: Arrf!
Agua: Ah. That’s literal.
Le Feu: …
Guy claps his hands and spins into a frivolous bow. He looks up.
Guy: Mine own nameth is Guy.
Le Feu: ???
Agua: Gee?
Guy: Guy.
Agua: How’s that spelled?
Guy: G.U.Y.
Agua: GUY? Like a person?
Guy: Encore une fois, être français a été ma perte. [Once again, being French has been my downfall.]
Maisie: Guy rhymes with “me.”
Iguana: Or “pee.”
Guy: I toldeth thee not to maketh that joketh!
Guy fistfights with Iguana. Maisie ignores them and continues:
Maisie: “Guy” is a French name so it’s pronounced differently than how we would read it. It’s super silly, the first time I saw it I cackled louder than a fork in a washer!
Agua giggles along with Maisie.
Le Feu: …
Maisie: Now, then, congratulations are in order!
Guy, who is holding Iguana by his collar, hears the word, “congratulations” and drops him. Guy signals Agua and Le Feu to kneel on one knee.
Guy: I has't been awaiting this moment. Thee two has't hath passed the testeth that I hadst the jubilation of creating. I anon proclaim thee….
Guy turns to Le Feu and taps his paper fan on both sides of his shoulders.
Guy: Bearer of agile ballet elegance.
Guy turns to look at Agua.
Guy: And… Yeller of outbursts who yearns for opportunities.
There’s two beats of silence for everyone to process what Guy just said.
Iguana: Guy, what the hell.
Guy: Doth not "what the hell" me, mine own proclamations were exquisite.
Iguana: They’re the stupidest—
Maisie: —OMG! We can call them BABE and YOYO for short. Adorable! Hey the rest of us should be getting cute nicknames too so that way we can all be like one big happy family. I think I want the word “melatonin” in mine.
Iguana: Please, no. I don’t want to be associated with any of you. Why would yours have “melatonin” in it?
Maisie: Because it’s a nice sounding word?
Guy: Fret not. At which hour the p'rfect moment comes we shall cometh up with firefighter nicknames f'r ourselves
Agua: I kinda like the idea of being one big family. And hey, the nicknames are so bad, right, Le Feu?
Le Feu: …
Maisie: Well how ‘bouts we celebrate our new fam! To the lunchroom, we go!
Maisie skips and goes to a halt when the sound of a very angry man yells across the parking lot. Who could it be?
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I'm super close to finishing editing my next scene, but am ahhhhh! It's late, and I have work tmr. So I really can't binge write tonight. But it'll be coming soon!
Over the past few months, I embarked on a little adventure making 3K maps, and now that I have finished everything, I'm pretty excited to share all the maps!
The maps are based on The Historical Atlas of China map collection for the 3rd year of Jingyuan (262), with topography provided by digital elevation models from HydroSHEDS.
The problem with using modern topography on ancient maps is of course that sometimes labelled landforms do not match nicely to the local topography, since measurements may not be so precise in the past. I tried my best to correct when I could, but otherwise, I left them as it is when I couldn't find a clear possible correction (so don't be surprised to see some rivers flowing along mountain peaks!).
Tumblr compresses images quite a bit so for now the full collection (including overall and individual provinces) is on SOSZ here.
I haven’t been able to get updates going on SOSZ in the past few months, so I have decided to start hosting my maps on a GitHub site here. From now on, I’ll post any debugging updates or new maps there, alongside my ongoing projects: translating official titles and a curated collection of interesting artefacts.
Here are a few snippets of how they look at the moment:
You can find the public repository here. As always, feel free to reach out if you’d like to reuse any content or if you notice any bugs.
Guy leans against the parking lot’s chain fence and fans himself with a big red paper fan. Maisie puts on a face mask for herself and for The Weiner Dog so they don’t inhale the smoke. Iguana, squatting, is shiny with sweat and agony. He groans.
Iguana: I swear to God if one of them dies, I’m going to be blamed for it somehow.
Maisie: Probably.
The Weiner Dog: Arrf!
The Weiner Dog wags her tail and circles Maisie. She lies on the ground anticipating the pets she deserves.
Maisie: See? Our sweetie-pie agrees with me, don’t cha?
Maisie rubs her belly and coos:
Maisie: Who’s a good girl? That’s right, you are and poor Iguana will take all the blame for their deaths, yes he will, oh yes he will—
Iguana: —Not before I make sure Chief and the higher ups know this was all Guy’s idea.
Iguana flinches from Guy snapping his fan shut. Guy wields the closed fan like a knife and brings it to Iguana’s throat.
Guy: Most certainly not. I'm not taking ownership f'r their demise.
Iguana: But it was your idea!
Guy: So?
Iguana: So, YOU should take responsibility for it! It’s called accountability, have you heard of it?
Iguana tries to snatch Guy’s fan, but Guy grips it with both hands.
Guy: Releaseth it this instance. The heateth from the hot rocks art as scorching as the celestial orb of venus, I require my paper fan to command mine own temp'rature!
Iguana: You don’t need it, you just want it to act like a drama queen! Wave it around and make yourself seem cool—hate to break it to you, but it makes you look stupider than usual!
Guy: Vile slug! My paper fan elevates mine own aura, so doth not counsel MOI how to dresseth.
Iguana rips the fan away, making Guy lose his balance. He falls backwards. Iguana stands over him, and smirks.
Iguana: Careful there Guy, your French is slipping in with your Shakespeare. What would Fii think of THEE now? Haha!
Guy gets up, and shoves Iguana into the chained fence.
Guy: Thee not dareth speaketh h'r nameth! Thee knoweth how sensitive I am of the subject.
Iguana: Tsk. You need to move on already, it’s been months, besides she has a new boyfriend.
Guy falls to the ground and begins to cry dramatically. The Weiner Dog jumps from Maisie’s arms. She stands between Guy and Iguana.
The Weiner Dog: Arff! Arff! Arff!
Maisie: Calm down y’all. You’re upsetting The Weiner Dog.
Guy: Je suis désolé petite saucisse, mais je dois exprimer mes sentiments. [I’m sorry little sausage, but I must express my feelings.]
The Weiner Dog trots away, wanting nothing to deal with these people.
(The Weiner Dog) exit.
Iguana: Great you gave our mascot second hand embarrassment, you—
Iguana stops speaking as he’s caught off guard by Guy pretending to faint. Maisie and Iguana give each other a look that reads “here we go again.” Guy takes a deep breath and speaks his one line soliloquy. To him, any deep emotion that he expresses out loud is considered a soliloquy.
Guy: Fii ma chérie, comment as-tu pu donner ton âme à un autre ? [Fii my sweetheart, how could you give your soul to another?]
Maisie: Great. You broke him, Iguana.
Iguana: I like this better, now you’re the only one who can understand him. Don’t bother translating for me, ignorance is bliss.
Guy crawls to Maisie and cries on her boots.
Guy: Maisie, je ne suis qu'un simple mortel. IGUANE m'a insulté à tort. [Maisie I am a mere mortal. IGUANE has wrongly insulted me.]
Maisie: Calme-toi, tout ira bien. [Calm down, it’ll be alright.]
Maisie: Iguana, apologize.
Iguana: Hell no. He’s over reacting.
Guy continues to cry dramatically and covers his face.
Iguana: See?
Maisie: You know how sensitive he is, just apologize to get it over with.
Iguana: Not after what he did.
Maisie: You’re upset he pushed you in the fence or that he brought Fii for the millionth time?
Iguana: That too, but no. He did the one thing he knows I hate more than ANYTHING!
Iguana whispers in Maisie’s ear.
Iguana: He said my name the French way.
Maisie: But it’s cute!
Iguana: No it’s not!
Guy spawns behind Iguana and Maisie.
Guy: Maisie a raison, IGUANE est plus mignon que Iguana. [Maisie is right, IGUANE is cuter than Iguana.]
Guy flips his hair.
Guy: I shall sayeth it liketh this so thee too can und'rstand. Iguane is music to one's ears, IGUANA is not.
Iguana: MOTHER FUCKER YOU SWITCHED—
Maisie: —Awe, our petit Iguane is upset.
Guy and Maisie: Notre Iguane est mignon quand il est malheureux! [Our Iguane is cute when he’s upset.]
Iguana: BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP! I SWEAR IF YOU GUYS DON’T I’M GONN—
(Off stage) Agua’s scream pierces through silencing Iguana from speaking another word. Dun. Dun. DUNNN!
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Agua stands before the coals with Le Feu behind her. Agua questions what she did to be punished with a walk of fire. She thought, “If I make it out alive, then I'll watch a beluga whale documentary and eat a bowl of clam chowder soup at that new restaurant that opened up.” She charges onto the coals.
Agua: FOR THE BELUGAS!
Le Feu: !!!
Le Feu rushes after Agua. After she catches herself from stumbling, Agua slows down in the middle. She babbles as the flames flicker around her feet. Her eyes sparkle with compassion at Le Feu behind her.
Agua: You doing okay, Le Feu?
Le Feu: ~~~
Le Feu gives Agua a soft smile.
Agua: I did NOT stumble! You saw nothing.
Le Feu: …
Le Feu stays behind Agua watching her steps. Agua shrugs him off.
Agua: Fine, I’ll go slow.
Le Feu: !..
They hear cheering and chirpy barking. Agua gives a small wave to her potential future co-workers. She half whispered so only Le Feu could hear her.
Agua: I don’t know what to make of them. I’m kinda scared of that Shakespearean guy. He seems…
Le Feu: —
Agua: Well, that's a bit harsh. I was gonna say “enthusiastic,” but that works too. The other guy is a bit like you, so he can’t be too bad.
Le Feu: ??!
Agua: I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I meant how you’re both reserved. At least the girl seems sweet, I wonder if she likes— O.M.G! I didn’t even ask for their names or how their day was. I went straight into questioning the legitimacy of their ways. What if they think I’m rude? Or worse, a spy.
Agua tears up.
Agua: I’ve made an awful first impression, at best they’re going to think I’m unsociable, and think it’s not worth hiring me even if I cross all of these flaming coals. At worst, they’re going to think I’m gathering information for THEM, and–and–and then I’ll never be a firefighter, and then I’ll have to go back to—
Before finishing her sentence, Agua sobs. Le Feu taps her shoulder.
Le Feu: …
Agua: What’s that? Oh…
Le Feu: …
Agua: OH! You’re so right, duh! I’ll just ask them for their names once we get to the end, great thinking. Thanks Le Feu, I don’t know what I’d do without you.
Le Feu: ~~~
Agua: Say after this, do you want to get something to eat? We can celebrate once we pass, or if we fail— but of course that would never ever happen since we’ve trained so hard—but in the slight chance we DO fail, can still go out to cheer us up.
Le Feu: …
Agua: You heard about the new seafood place too? My sister was telling me they have the best clam chowder. I told her I’d be the judge of that. I can’t trust her tastebuds, one time she used up a loaf of expired bread for pastrami sandwiches. I showed up to her place late and she had already eaten half of one.
Agua laughs.
Le Feu: ..?
Agua: I don’t remember when this was, not any time recently, it must have been before she went off to university? Or maybe she was already at university, I might’ve already been in high school by then.
Le Feu: ..?
Agua: No, she won’t be coming with us to the seafood place. She’s too busy with all the racing around. She’s centered in mid-town. And you know me, and my feelings about mid-town. Like, no sir, are we going back up there!
Le Feu: …
Agua: Hey, we’re almost at the end! C’mon let’s have a strong finish!
(Agua and Le Feu) exit.
Agua picks up the pace and Le Feu follows suit. If all goes well, Agua and Le Feu won’t get third degree burns and then no one will get sued. In other words, let’s pray nothing goes wrong in the last few strides in the walk of fire—because that would be a lot to deal with- and no this is most definitely not foreshadowing. Totally NOT foreshadowing. So whilst we pray, let’s see what the three knuckleheads plus The Weiner Dog have been up to.
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I often hear a discourse where Celine in K-pop Demon Hunters, Alma in Encanto and Ming in Turning Red are seen as vilains. They’re the ones who restricted the younger generation, hurt them, and are ultimately responsible for their pain, trauma and self-doubt. They’re framed as the real villains of the story. But I’d like to differ.
These are stories of intergenerational trauma. They are women who survived, repressed, and tried to protect their families the only way they knew how: through control, perfectionism, and emotional suppression.
And yet, when the next generation begins to reclaim joy, freedom, softness — they become the obstacle. Not because they’re bad people, but because they’re scarred. Their minds cling to survival strategies, unable to recognize that the environment has changed.
Alma is still stuck fleeing the colonizers.
Ming is still afraid of her true self.
Celine believes that fear and mistakes must be hidden.
It’s not about hating these characters. It’s about how unprocessed trauma twists love into control. How survival, unexamined, turns into rigidity. These women were never given space to process their own pain and they project it onto their daughters and granddaughters.
And here’s something we rarely say enough: intergenerational trauma can create toxic patterns but that doesn’t always mean there was abuse or conscious harm. Even when their love becomes suffocating or controlling, these women are not necessarily “abusive parents.” They are daughters of silence, fear, and sacrifice. And they were never taught another way. It’s important to make that distinction, especially in a world that often pushes a binary, punitive reading of family dynamics.
They’re the product of a generation that was told to endure. But endurance without healing becomes its own kind of violence.
What’s powerful in these stories is that they don’t end in vengeance. They end in confrontation and transformation. The confrontation is necessary: the younger generation refuses the silence. Refuses the shame. Refuses to carry a burden that wasn’t theirs to begin with.
The house is destroyed in Encanto.
Mei accepts her full self.
So does Rumi.
And in the best cases, this confrontation allows the elder to soften too. Alma opens up. Ming listens. And I’m hoping in the sequel, Celine will open too.
Maybe that’s also why these stories speak so deeply to POC audiences. These aren’t stories about cutting ties. They’re stories about how hard it is to transform them, to protect ancestral bonds while refusing to perpetuate inherited pain. In many racialized families, collectivity, loyalty, and intergenerational duty are sacred... even when they come at the cost of personal boundaries.
And sometimes, Western individualist frameworks read these tensions as dysfunction or villainy. But for us, they’re just the difficult truth of growing up and trying to do better.
These women aren’t villains. That would be too easy. They embody the fragile, necessary work of bringing change without breaking the thread. These stories are about refusing to inherit their pain without reflection. Because love, without accountability, is not enough.
These stories show us that each generation has something to learn from the next. And the new generation must also break free from the chains they inherited while preserving what is meaningfull.
But it’s not just their story.
One day, we’ll be the older generation.
And we’ll need to be humble enough to learn from the ones after us.
So don’t be a fool.
We may be Mei, Rumi, or Mirabel today.
But tomorrow, we could be Ming, Celine, or Alma.
And when that time comes, we’ll realize how hard it is to unlearn what once kept us safe.
So let’s have compassion for all these characters.
Because these stories show us not just how the cycle of generations works, but how it can make us better, stronger, and more connected... if we’re all willing to go through the change.
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If you’re curious, I’ve written more on K-pop Demon Hunters:
A post on the mental health themes woven through the songs — right here.
A breakdown of Celine-Rumi in comparaison to Gothel–Rapunzel dynamic — here.
An analysis about Rumi, Jinu, and the danger of sinking together — here.
Some book recs for each of the K-pop Demon Hunters characters — here.
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edit (07/08/25): Thanks to several kind Colombian commenters and reblogs, I’ve learned that the historical context shown in Encanto is more likely tied to the Thousand Days’ War, a brutal civil war rather than direct colonial violence. I initially framed Abuela’s trauma through the lens of colonialism, which was a mistake. The real context is deeply rooted in internal ideological conflict. As a South asian viewer, I’m very grateful to those who shared insights ! I encourage readers to check the comments and reblogs for more historical nuance and brilliant perspectives 🧡
And thank you to everyone who shared, commented and interacted on this post with me !
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I'm going to be updating my intro post soon... some things are still accurate, but I've changed the name of one of my wips and in need of some serious revamping on my master links.
Iguana lines up the thousands of coals and lights them on fire. Guy and Maisie sit by the firestation's garage door, pointing and laughing at Iguana. Maisie stops laughing when her stomach growls. She heads over to Iguana.
Iguana: You came to help?
Maisie: In a way, yes.
Maisie takes out a dozen eggs from her pockets. She cracks one on top of a burning coal to cook it. Iguana raises his eyebrow at her.
Iguana: How did you get the eggs?
Maisie: From the grocery store.
Iguana: No, I mean how did you keep them on you?
Maisie: I keep them in my pockets, they can fit anything!
Iguana: Go figure.
A small dachshund trots her way to Maisie. (The Weiner Dog) enters.
Maisie: Hey, The Weiner Dog, would you like an egg? I'll give you the next one.
The Weiner Dog: Arrf!
Maisie cooks another egg, and feeds The Weiner Dog, who wags her tail. After setting down the last coal, Iguana stretches his back. Guy inspects the coals to make sure Iguana did it properly.
Iguana: Phew, it seems like we're finally done.
Guy: Aye, and t's delightful timing too. The probationary firefight'rs art going to arriveth in five minutes. In the meantime, let us consumeth Maisie's eggs.
Guy, Iguana, and Maisie, otherwise known as the three knuckleheads, eat the eggs. The Weiner Dog keeps an eye out for the probationary firefighters.
A few minutes pass. Two figures quietly approach, one woman, one man.
(Agua and Le Feu) enter.
The Weiner Dog gives a small bark to greet them. The woman rambles fast as if the words can’t help but spill out of her mouth.
Agua: Hi, I’m Agua, we’re here for the entry-level firefighter test. We tried going around the front—but no one was there— I mean I knocked about ten, no, fifteen times, and didn’t get a response, so figured you weren’t there— and then! Smoke! I— I mean, Le Feu saw the smoke coming from behind the building, so we came here. Um, is this the right place?
Agua struggles to breathe. The three knuckleheads blink in silence at one another until Iguana speaks up.
Iguana: Yeah, you’re in the right place.
Agua: Great, where do we start?
Guy jumps up behind Agua and Le Feu and slings his arms around their shoulders.
Guy: HA! HA! HA! Th're's only one way to seeth if 't be true thee two souls art brave enow to ent'r the firefight'r profession and yond is to crosseth the Hawaiian coals!
Agua: Huh?
Iguana points to the line of burning coals. It’s about fifty feet long.
Iguana: You see that? He said you two need to cross.
Agua: Deadass?
Iguana: Deadass.
Maisie looks at Le Feu.
Maisie: Say, what’s your name? I didn’t quite catch it when Miss Chatterbox over here said it.
Le Feu: …
Agua: He’s Le Feu, he doesn’t talk much.
Le Feu stares blankly in agreement, he then pushes Guy off his arm.
Maisie: Le Feu? Hmmm. Maybe he’ll respond if I speak in French, Est-ce que vous parlez tous français, Le Feu?
Le Feu: …
Maisie: Darn, that usually works for cats who don’t respond to English commands.
Iguana: He’s not a cat, though?
Agua cuts in and wiggles out of Guy’s grasp.
Agua: Wait, what happens if we don’t cross?
Guy: Then thee doth not passeth.
Agua: But that’s ridiculous! It’s totally unsafe. How did this even get approved by the higher-ups?
Guy: I needeth not any p'rmission! I am in total controleth of the testeth!
Agua: Huh?
Le Feu: ???
Maisie: Funny story, the higher-ups recently decided every fire station gets to decide how their test selections are run. So no need for anything to get approved. We’re living in the wild west now, baby!
Agua desperately eyes Iguana who, to her, seems to be the only sane one.
Iguana: Sorry, I can’t do anything about the test. Guy has sole authority on how the tests are run, otherwise I would’ve had you two done a scantron.
Maisie: BOO, BORING!
Iguana glares daggers at Maisie. Guy laughs like a super villain as Agua stares in horror. Le Feu not paying attention, pets The Weiner Dog in his arms.
Guy: HA! HA! Crosseth over thou shall! Crosseth over THOU SHALL!
Iguana: Shut up, Guy. Don’t make it worse for them.
Guy: Didst thee want to cross too?
Iguana: Nope, I’m good.
Guy: Thought so, you two—
Guy snaps his fingers at Agua and Le Feu.
Guy: Consid'r yourself lucky yond I'm gen’rous enow to alloweth thee keepeth thy shoes on. Now, headeth to the commencing line.
Agua: Yes, sir…
Le Feu: …
Maisie signals The Weiner Dog it’s time to stop cuddling her new friend. The Weiner Dog jumps down from Le Feu’s arms. Agua and Le Feu make their way to the edge of the burning hot coals.
Maisie: Alright, we’ll be sure to see you two at the finish line. C’mon, The Weiner Dog, you better wait with us at the end too.
The Weiner Dog: Arrf!
(Iguana, Maisie, Guy, and The Weiner Dog) exit. Le Feu looks over at Agua with concern.
Agua: Damn, I guess we have no other choice. Let’s get this over with Le Feu.
Le Feu: …
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