Villain who is trans and wants all the trans people in the galaxy to come to their party.
"This is my masterstroke," the Searing Maw says silkily, legs crossed, gazing out of the panoramic starship bridge viewport at the stars. "Every trans person in the galaxy, under one roof, united in celebration!"
"Um." Assassinax chews the end of her stylus. "—I thought this was a work plan, not a social event? Also that's a lot of people. The logistics—" and breaks off, sweating, as the Maw abruptly spins the gloating chair to face her, smile jagged and viciously self-satisfied.
"Aha! But what happens when you villainise people?"
"Oh," Assassinax says before she can manage to think better of it, "Hiraeth's been lecturing you about the social construction of race. Right. I think you might have — confused a couple of concepts? Yes racialised is a thing, but that doesn't mean being villainised makes people into villains the way you mean it—" and she chokes her words down in the face of the interested gleam in her unhinged boss's eye. "I just. Mean. Look invisibilised is a thing too, it doesn't mean people you can turn people literally invisible by making them socially overlooked—"
"Can't I?" the Searing Maw says with terrible glee, nuclear light glinting behind her teeth.
"—I'll get quotes for printing a shit-ton of RSVPs," Assassinax says wearily.
