ok genuine question, do you think 'cracker' is a slur? why or why not(asking this bc i got called racist for thinking it is)
google says it is so im trusting google rn, but ive seen a lot of people say it isnt but never got the reasons why. im not racist for shit its genuinely gross how i was called that by my 'friend' but now im just curious on how people think like that - said google search;
edit: okok educated myself, still think its an insult but its not a slur ✨
gonna keep this posted for a bit so i can yoink info from comments then ill delete it later
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Sometimes Fictives ARE literally who they say they are, but that shouldn't be the assumed default! Nor should it always be assumed they're not! Because we're all different, and above all else, we're all still people who deserve respect regardless of where we fall on the source connection spectrum.
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we personally are traumaendo, but we feel best when we use words like “alter” in reference to ourselves. we also tend to have names that aren’t like actual ones (example: fish)
you cant control what you feel fits, and nobody can control you.
its like, im in third person but like the complicated kind where you know the specific feelings of character and thoughts, but its still third person yk
it feels better describing it as second person xD
shits so weird cus im like controlling things but not at the same time
im controlling the hands and typing but i dont rly feel it and its all fuzzy
i might be misnaming it or wtvr but casually goes with dissociation
things make sense but dont at the same time and its confusing and not
hot take it’s okay to be/have an introject of a problematic character or person that ISN’T canon divergent or whatever. and it’s okay to not constantly apologize for being/having that person. you don’t owe people explanations. “ohhhh but we don’t support their actions—“ ok? nobody needs to know that. you shouldn’t have to explain one of your headmates’ existence every time they meet new people.
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found this somewhere in my notes, silly ah source memories
this blogs my like, memory journal or sumn now, idk LOL this was from long ago when i had actual writing motivation and solid memories -💿
TW ;; brutal stuff, manipulation, light gore descriptions
I and Dream had a love hate relationship, at least for me.
there was this sort of "tradition" every other week where Dream would expect a few feathers from my wings and like once a month, even though i hated it, a flight feather. at first i thought it was ridiculous, giving any feathers to anyone would be a sign of a trusted friendship or, for family, really just a really close bond but i didnt have that with Dream i remember the first couple times he just asked to borrow a feather to write with but eventually he straight up asked for a flight feather, i didnt agree at first but he went on a rant on how we were friends and i had no one else, a bird needed their flock, didnt they?
i eventually cracked and reluctantly gave him one of the flight feathers, purposely a small one, so i could still fly, atleast(even if Dream didn't let me, he didnt want any chance of me leaving.)
the first time it came unwillingly was almost the worst time, after he blew up logstedshire when he found my chest of things. he said i owed him some flight feathers for it. when i rejected it he pulled some flight feathers painfully out and threw them in a fire, i tried fighting back but i was malnourished and weak. as "reward" he was going to give me a "surprise". it didnt make sense, he was all angry the moment before but he was all happy and giddy now, i remember his words "you'll love it" after i calmed down from the initial shock and anger, that was my only friend, afterall.
but anyway when the time came he led me to a desolate area in the forest, not to far from what logstedshire used to be, i was too young and naive to suspect any evils. but when we got to a clearing he insistently told me to lay down, refusing to answer and saying it was a surprise, i should have ran. i should have gone back to L'manburg and told everyone. but i didnt, they all hated me, right?
i layed down and he gently touched a wing, i kept myself from flinching as he felt around, he was my 'friend' afterall, and thats what friends do right?
wrong.
suddenly i felt a sharp and hot pain run down my back, i flinched sharply and tried to get up but he helf me down, pulling out a match, i was terrified.
he lit it and threw it at my wings before stepping away, i screamed in pain and loss, panicking and trying to get up. he just watched, a blank expression from his mask but i could tell there w I'llas satisfaction somewhere in there. he pulled out a water bucket and poured it on the ground, i quickly ran to it and put out the fire, but it was too late, they were charred and burnt. i wouldnt be able to fly again. he picked up his bucket and left, not even checking on me, the bloodied and burnt wings wet and dirty. i eventually got up, limping back to where logstedshire used to be and collapsing next to the firepit, my last thought was how Dream never liked when i slept by the pit, before passing out from exhaustion.