If u are unwilling to have a disabled, gay, trans, etc. child then do not have a child. If u r not prepared to love your child unconditionally then don’t have a child
dralsi’s secondborn was an unexpected arrival, sired by a man she had no intentions of staying with – and she had neither the means nor desire to handle another mouth to feed. still pregnant, she wrote to barenziah, queen mother of morrowind, asking if she might take care of her grandchild–and barenziah, missing the halcyon days of her children’s youth, readily agreed. her grandchild was delivered from skyrim to morrowind within a month of their birth, with no name; barenziah dubbed them rahbeniah.
the first ten years or so of rahbeniah’s life were spent in the utmost luxury; barenziah utterly doted on them–though their presence made helseth hlaalu even more curt than usual. this came to a close in 4E 6, when mournhold was sieged during the argonian-dunmer war. barenziah, knowing it would be too dangerous for her grandchild to stay, but also that she herself must, had a palace servant spirit rahbeniah away before the palace invasion. they never saw their gahma again.
in the following centuries, with house hlaalu having lost favour and evicted from the grand council (and helseth, though having survived, refusing to acknowledge his nibling), rahbeniah grew up in relative poverty, moving further and further to the edges of morrowind as the aftermath of the red mountain’s eruption grew worse.
eventually their travels took them to solstheim, then windhelm. by now used to being mistreated, and having little to no respect for the nords in turn, rahbeniah–now calling themself robin–decided to fall back and improve on their best survival tactic through the years: grand larceny. with enough time, they were able to work their way out of the grey quarter and deeper into skyrim proper.
these days they spend much of their time working as a mercenary or doing occasional jobs for the thieves’ guild, discovering the history of their estranged mother and sister. it’s not unusual for them to be carrying a regular litany of reference books for getting around skyrim–and, of course, a well-worn set of the real barenziah, reading the stories their gahma never had the chance to tell.
ok but imagine peter not caring about his secret identity anymore and not making any effort to conceal it yet absolutely no one finds out he’s spiderman. peter wears the suit under his pants and a jacket but literally no one notices. he only gets a ‘cool shirt dude’ from a student he doesnt know. he does the iconic spiderman shooting-webs-from-his-hands pose in every single picture. no one says a word. he enters the classroom through the window. just as him, not spiderman. the classroom is on the second floor. no one cares.
flash is the only one who notices but no one believes him
A Glitch Named Anti 