#@ the anon who asked last week if he was genderfluid: just know that I was clapping and cheering!!

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

euphoria ☀️

⚠️ SPOILERS FOR OVERMORROW CH 10 ⚠️

Charis is bigender, genderfluid and intersex, and goes by he/him or she/her. Gendered terms (i.e. boy, girl) are fine too 🥰🏳️‍🌈

[my-castles-crumbling]

hello cas, stellar anon. Ok so I’ve been waiting weeks for my parents to ask my brother, and my dad did it two days ago, he was whispering, but like he sucks at it, so I was listening basically my dad just asked if the friend was trying to be a girl, and if she asked the friend group to use she/her pronouns, and when it happened. My brother answered all of them, and then my dad asked if she was using a new name, my brother said yeah, she goes by x now, and then my dad asked how he felt about it, and he said idc. My dad then said, ok, you can talk to us abt this stuff and that was it. then my mom came downstairs and my dad relayed the conversation to her after my brother left the room.

I thought that was it, but my brother had his last band concert yesterday, and when me and my sister came home today she asked us if we knew x (she knew my brothers friend new name but she didn’t use it) was trying to become a girl. I said no, bc that seemed like the right thing to do (?) and then she was like , last night at the concert I looked at x’s (still deadnaming her) dad and I prayed, and I pray for our neighbors down the street who’s now y instead of x. These kids are looking for the answers in the wrong places, not just gender identity but drugs and alcohol, and she started crying and said, when I was younger, I acted like a boy, I smelled like one and looked like one, and these days people would’ve assumed I was trans, but I was a girl. (he’s apart of my brother’s friend group and my mom asked about him but my brother just said they weren’t close but they had the same friends) he wore a skirt to the concert, which my mom noticed during the award ceremony ig. He was wearing a white shirt with a suit and tie and jacket and he had like an ankle length skirt with a slit. He also had really long curly hair, like down to his waist, my mom mentioned something about him too but I don’t remember. I mean boys can wear skirts, but they could also be nonbinary or genderfluid or trans idk the right terms. But my brother said that his trans friend was part of a group of trans people and he was the token cis guy, so I assumed j was part of that group, since my brother said they only had the same friends. Idk.

I heard my mom praying this morning about that and about my cousin, who’s a lesbian, and she been married since 2020 and like in her current relationship for 8 years (I think). The issue is my mom isn’t that bad, when my cousin came out my aunt (her mom) said at like a church thing that her daughter being a lesbian was the worst thing that ever happened to her, while she was there. My mom’s side of the family is all refugees for the Vietnam war, and that aunt was like middle school age during that. My mom was invited to the cousin’s reception she didn’t go bc covid. Idk. long, sorry.

Hi!

I'm so sorry your family reacted like that. I just want to say again that I really admire you for realizing those values are wrong, you know? And I'm proud of your brother as well. I hope your family is treating you and your brother okay after all of that?

Sending love!

[sunsetcorvid]

tell us about your agents

Anon you have unleashed the beast known as Autism (LONG POST I'M SERIOUS THE INFODUMP REALLY INFODUMPED)

Three Cuttlefish (Agent/Captain 3)

Repeating general info from the reference sheet for all of these! Also with some extra notes!

That's a They/Them right there.

Short squid haha 5'2" (157cm) ((they are only an inch shorter than me.))

Agender lesbian gayass who chose Three as their preferred name when Callie asked because they hadn't actually thought it out but thought "Hey, you know what they already call me Agent 3, why not just make it official." and they actually love the name now!

Hawaiian Bobtail Squid! Fun squid fact: Hawaiian Bobtails have a symbiotic relationship with bioluminescent bacteria which protects them from predators and also makes them sorta glow! Matches up with Three's scar a bit. (Look it up, the bioluminescence is pretty cool.)

Actually pretty nearsighted so they wear contacts most of the time. They found a pair that resemble Callie and Marie's pupil shape, so they got those to look more "Cuttlefish."

Not the best relationship with their bio family, pretty no-contact. I will most likely touch on this in my "Early Days of Agent 3" series on Ao3!

Sanitization scar fucked up their throat and vocal cords a bit, so it's pretty painful to talk. They could but they'd rather not anyways. Selective mute and uses sign to communicate!

Ambulatory cane user (Did some research, hope I used the first word right). Already had some body pains to begin with (One of them being the sanitization scar because that flares up sometimes.), but they messed up their back on a certain mission so they use a cane to walk sometimes.

Mains a Dynamo Roller. (They wield it like a Carbon....)

Banned from Turf Wars for "Using an illegally modified weapon." It wasn't illegal or modified they're just a beast with the Dynamo.

Legally got their name changed to "Three Cuttlefish" (Callie helped them.)

Four Cuttlefish (Agent 4)

looks at my icon. can you tell who my favorite agent is, lol.

Guys I think this is one of those She/They/Hes.... (real)

Grew a couple of inches from when he was 14 to now currently 19. 5'6" (167cm) to 5'8" (172cm)

Genderfluid panromantic gayass who chose Four as their name but not because it was a "Fuck it." moment, but because they genuinely liked being called Four at the time and they still do.

Never actually been in a relationship, but they're pretty sure they're polyamorous. (And might be on the aroace spectrum.)

A Clubhook Squid! So she has cool hooks on her tentacles. They are also a large species, so that's why Four's pretty tall. (For an inkling anyway.)

Also has a strained relationship with her bio family. Doesn't actually have Cuttlefish as her last name, but likes to introduce herself like that anyways because Marie is basically her mom now.

Always wears his Hero Jacket when he goes out. It's a comfort item to him. (Even if it's pretty torn up now and Marie has to force him to wash it every couple weeks.)

Started tying their back tentacles up when they were getting pretty long. Just did it one day because the hooks were bothering them and realized "Hey, I kind of look like Marie..." and kept doing it because it makes them feel better to share something with their mother-like figure.

Works part-time at Ammo Knights. Likes listening to Sheldon ramble about weapons.

She mains the Inkbrush! Very skilled, too. (Got some muscle from swinging it around.)

Looks at Three as an older sibling-like figure. (Technically, they could be cousins because Callie pretty much adopted Three and Marie pretty much adopted Four, sooo-)

The only one of the main four agents to have finished high school. Three dropped out to focus on agent work, Eight never really went, and Neo doesn't even know what the hell school is.

Absolutely terrified of salmonid. It's always just been a general phobia.

Eight Iida-Houzuki (Agent 8)

Yooo, one of those demigirl She/Theys, thats so poggers...

Tall... (5'11" 180cm, 6'1" 185cm in heels)

Down bad lesbian and in a relationship with Three!! (They hold hands!! Scandalous!!!)

Blue-Ringed Octopus! (And possibly something else because Blue-Rings are typically quite small.) Blue-Ringed Octopus are a highly venomous species (Though any recorded deaths are quite rare.). When they become agitated or defensive, their color will shift to a yellow and the blue rings appear. That's why the second ref is here, to show what the rings look like on Eight. While her ink color doesn't shift to a yellow, the rings are there and they have a slight yellow tint to them. Also blueish fingertips because funky fresh.

Doesn't remember much, if anything, from before Octo Expansion. Because of this, and being new to the surface, Marina pretty much put her under her name. So that's why she's "Eight Iida-Houzuki"! (The Houzuki is there because Pearlina canon source is me)

Leather jacket in their older design is a gift from Three! Though, it's a little torn up from some missions. They still wear it, though, because it's a huge comfort item now.

Has a bag in their older design as well for things! Weapon handling kit, first-aid kit, green towels for when Three's scar gets drippy while they're out, maybe a snack or two. Useful things!

Similar to Four, they started tying their back tentacles up because they were getting long.

Got a cool eyebrow nick to match Four's eyebrow scar. (The besties for real!!!)

Big scar on her back from being blown up a whole lot during Octo Expansion. Unlike Three's, however, it does not get drippy. Unfortunately, it is extra sensitive in place of that.

Also works part-time at Ammo Knights! Helps repair broken weapons and manages the shop when Sheldon is away somewhere for something.

Mains the E-Liter 4K or just any chargers in general! Watch out if you see her in Turf...

Worked at GrizzCo for like a week and noped the fuck outta there because man what is happening over there.

Neo/Junior (Cuttlefish) ((New Agent 3))

Another She/They that's so cool...

Still figuring herself out, but she's pretty sure she's bisexual and genderqueer.

5'4" (162cm) so like two inches taller than the Captain. (Everyone is taller than the Captain.)

You're probably wondering "Why are they 13 and not 14? They're not allowed to Turf and stuff until they're 14!" And my answer is: They lie about their age. They wander around the Splatlands, they've been doing it almost their whole life. Because of this, they look a little older than they are (They got out of their squish form pretty early.). Which is the main reason why Cuttlefish decided they were the New Agent 3. (He thought they were like 16-17 💀 He, and also Marie, already got a talk from Three about recruiting fresh squids/octos.)

Doesn't actually remember her name. Not because of amnesia or anything but because she just hasn't used it in years. Never really had a reason to. Soon, that memory faded because she never really saw it as important. The rest of the Splatoon either call her "Neo" or "Junior." (It started as a joke after Neo accidentally called Three her parent, but then it kind of caught on and even Three finds themself using it on her sometimes.)

Found Little Buddy as an egg a few years before Splat3 Story Mode happens. They have their own little language due to how long they've known each other and the fact that Buddy never grew up around other salmonid so he doesn't actually know whatever language salmonid use. He's also much more tame than you're usual Smallfry from being raised by Neo. Best friends forever, yo!

Magister Armhook Squid! Similar to Four with the hooks but she's a bit smaller.

They don't really main any weapon, they just kind of go with the flow. Hand them something and they'll figure it out pretty quickly. That doesn't mean they're good at everything, though. They do struggle with some weapons.

Looks at Three and Eight as parental figures and sees Four as a auncle (Aunt/Uncle) figure! Callie and Marie are like those cool aunts you have. (Got damn, Callie is grandma by 26! /hj)

Still learning sign, so this is why the Squid Sisters tell them what the Captain is saying. (And the Captain is still pretty shy.)

General Info on All!

They all share an apartment. Four originally wanted to stay with Three and Eight for a bit until she got a different apartment in Splatsville, and then Neo moved in because Three realized "Oh shit this kid is traumatized and homeless can't let them turn out like me lol" and so Four stays to help out with Neo.

All of them on the same team is a guaranteed loss for you. Sorry, you're not making it out alive. Three is a beast, Four is strategic and fast, Eight has terrifyingly good aim, and Neo can adapt to pretty much anything. You're fucked, lol.

Three is banned from playing Uno on Squidbeak Splatoon Game Night. They always win.

Group cuddle if any of them have nightmares.

Eight waking up in the middle of the night because her partner left the bed and finds the Threes in the dark kitchen munching on raw pasta for the crunch and it's like cats in the dark their eyes fuckin' glow and it scares the shit out of Eight before she turns the lights on and sees them clearly.

Four is both the number one hater and supporter of Eight and Three. (He will go on about how gross they are but he's the one who helped conspire the plan to get them together. He likes seeing his friends happy.)

Agent 24 headcanon thrown in here, teehee. Some nights, if Eight has a really bad nightmare, Three will hum or even sing Calamari Inkantation. It's off-pitch and rough because of their fucked up vocal cords, but it's enough to help Eight calm down. Three never regrets it, even when their throat feels like its been mauled the next morning. Eight appreciates this.

In order of most cuddly to least cuddly: Four, Three, Neo, and you may or may not find surprising Eight in last! Four is known to just lean against anyone in the Splatoon. Marie's there? Fuck yeah, let me get a hug. Three's on the couch? Just gonna lay on top of them if that's alright. Lovely platonic cuddles from Four! While Three is not very affectionate with the rest of the Splatoon, how clingy they are to Eight puts them in the number two spot. And they won't say no to a surprise cuddle from Four or Neo.

I think that's about it! Thank you for unleashing my autism demons I've been keeping this in since I got this ask because I need to draw their refs. I have a special interest in cephalopods now because of this. Thank you, I guess.

[stinkylittleanon]

Hello fren could you maybe do hcs for the 12' maincast reacting to a friend coming out as genderfluid?

-🐚anon (I'm probably gonna be back lol, ur very big brained)

I THINK YOU MEAN THE TMNT 2012 MAIN CAST, RIGHT?? IF I GET THIS WRONG THEN PLEASE TELL ME! I'll do the turtles! ALSO I'VE NEVER BEEN CALLED BIG BRAINED, IT FEELS ODD SINCE I ALWAYS CALL MYSELF PEA BRAINED LMAO -------- I'm gonna start with Raph, he's the first turtle I decided to try and research </3 I might take 2012 off my list, I didn't realize how much I forgot about it! --------- Raph!! - He'd be confused at first. What did that mean? - You'd have to explain it to him! ... Repeatedly. Again, again, again. He can't just seem to get a hang of it at first! - Raph ends up getting frustrated with himself (and you a bit) because he can't understanding it - Until you explain it in the DUMBEST way possible! - Then he semi understands! - You seem scared, though, so he'd gently place a hand on your shoulder and smile at you. "While I don't ENTIRELY understand... I'm no jerk- kinda. I accept you for who you are. Heh, I mean- Look at me! I'm a turtle! Who am I to judge?" - AND IT'S??? ODDLY COMFORTING?? - He'll get the hang of it eventually! Just tell him what you're feelin' that day or if you prefer anything and he'll do his best! Just remind him if he messes up! - He'll... Kinda understand better after a month or two! Leo!! - He's also confused at first, but he's way more calm about it and understands it faster. - Leo... Compares it to something he's seen in his show- I'd imagine there's some character in there that's doesn't really follow gender! - Yeah it's not the most flattering thing to say, but he's supportive! - "Thank you for trusting me with this... I promise, I'll do my best to remember. I accept you." - He gets stuff after a week or two, he's a fast learner! - Leo isn't afraid to correct others, he definitely helps Raph remember to use your pronouns and stuff! - If you change anything about your appearance? He notices first! "Oh, hey! Your hair!" - The second worst at understanding, Raph's the last Donnie!! - Donnie understands immediately... Immediately after asking a ton of questions. - He knows what being transgender is! He knows the genderfluid label, he just wants to understand how YOU experience it! - After you open up and explain how you experience your gender and stuff, he'd open up and explain how he feels about his... He might be trans! Donnie just needs to learn more! - You can go to him about gender dysphoria if you experience it (not all trans people have dysphoria!), he's always open to help! - "Thank you for trusting me with this, (Y/n)... I'm always here for you, ok?" - If he ever builds you something? He'd paint a lil' pride flag on it for ya (if you're comfortable with that! He'd ask first!) - Donnie would slip up once or twice but he'd get the hang of things quickly! He's also not afraid to correct people, even if it's some villain they're about to fight! - "You're weak, (dead_name)-" "Uh! Actually, it's (Y/n)!" "O-Oh-... *coughcough*... You're weak, (Y/n)..." Mikey!! - You'd have to explain what it is to Mikey at first, but he'd immediately get it! - There's quite a lot of lgbt things in comics, even old ones, so he'd seen the concept before! - He'd simply ask about the stuff you prefer before looking at you like you're the most important person! - "You're so cool! I wanna be like you one day!" - He really looks up to you and he's so happy that you told him! - You're so strong! In so many ways! He knows how humans can be awful, he's experienced it before... So you've gotta be so strong to be so open about your identity! - If you're still closeted socially then don't worry! He's got your back! - Aggressively compliments you when you need it, using certain terms and all that to make you feel more valid! Which you already are! I tried my best to not force anything onto the label! People experience these things differently so I left it more vague so you guys can comfortably read! >:]

[emptymasks]

Have you seen any of the people deflecting criticism of the show (and sylki possibly becoming canon) from genderfluid people and such with "well, Loki fucked a horse in mythology!"? I've been seeing a lot about it. And it's really really upsetting me. It's a fundamental misunderstanding of the mythology, it feels like it's conflating bisexuality/genderfluidity with bestiality, and it misunderstands the arguments people are making. I'm really about to disengage with the entire fandom because things are getting so bad. I wanted fun genderfluid rep from a portrayal of a deity I actually worship. I knew the conservatives would be pissed, but now it's coming from all sides. There's no place to hide anymore. So, I hope you know you're far from alone, although I know it doesn't really lessen the hurt. I really admire your constant attempts at education. But please don't feel like it's something you have to continue doing.

Oh god yes, I've talked about this before and how much I hate it and someone even reblogged my last post with that tag and i just...

1. Marvel/MCU Loki the character and the Norse God Loki are not the same. One is based off and inspired by the other yes, but they are different beings. Marvel Loki has never fucked a horse.

2. Stop. Just stop. I've seen "well Loki fucked a horse" used to defend people shipping Loki with various characters, used to defend Loki being canonically bisexual or genderfluid, or just used to justify any weird Loki actions or antics, and it's disgusting. It's disgusting to bring up bestiality, even as a joke, with a canonical bisexual character, especially when you think you're using it like "Loki isn't bi" "Loki fucked a horse, shut up" because what you are doing there is conflating bisexuality with bestiality. It's a real common biphobic and panphobic stereotype that bisexuals and pansexuals fuck animals because 'they'd fuck anything'. Also comparing genderfluidity with shapeshifting into an animal and fucking an animal, none of it is okay. There's a good thread on Twitter from someone who studies Norse mythology at uni that talks about how some of the ways Loki's gender and sexuality is described in Norse mythology isn't always in a positive way anyway and shouldn't always be taken literally. I don't care if it's a joke. And if you're bisexual and genderfluid and like saying it, I can't stop you, but I can ask that you not say it to other bi or fluid people who might not be okay with it just because you are. For me personally, it upsets me a lot when people reblog my posts and add that as a tag. It's not supporting me or my post, it just feels like you're saying because I'm pan I'm into bestiality, that because Loki is bi he's into bestiality and it makes me so uncomfortable please stop doing it.

(Also as I see you're into Norse mythology let me know if I refer to God Loki in a bad way. Whenever I talk about how it's wrong to conflate them with Marvel Loki I always make sure to say they're "separate beings" and not "separate characters" because I don't want to upset anyone who worships him, practises any type of witchcraft or deity work, or is just really into Norse mythology even if they don't believe in it.)

But thank you, it's rare that I get anons supporting me, I get more shouting at me and telling me to shut up. I'm sure it's just that people who agree tend to just like or reblog and people who are mad are louder and more likely to message me to argue, but it still makes everything seem like there's more people who hate me than like me.

I need to learn how to balance wanting to talk about fluidphobia and trying to educate people on what being genderfluid actually means, and taking care of my mental health because it has been in bad decline these last two weeks because of engaging in the fandom more. I never used to see this much fluidphobia in the fandom before the show came out though and I just wish someone from the show would comment on something, any of the issues genderfluid people have raised, but I know it won't happen. It would be nice if for season 2 they consulted genderfluid people or had genderfluid people on the writing team, but I doubt that will happen.

[fandom-necromancer]

Another option

This was prompted by an amazing anon! I hope you enjoy! As always with these topics, I hope I didn’t offend anyone. Connor pulls at least one phrase I know you shouldn’t say in that context. If I said anything wrong, please message me so I can change/delete that part!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 | Add. Characters: Connor (Warnings: gender disphoria, coming out as nonbinary, nonbinary character written by only slightly nonbinary author)

Nines sat at his table, watching his brother chat with another officer in the breakroom. He had something eating at him for a few weeks already, but there wasn’t much he could do about it himself. It was a discomforting feeling he had trouble to even find words for, much less voice in front of others. Connor really was the only one he trusted enough to consider speaking to. Sure, he had more friends than just his brother and was very close with Gavin, but Gavin was human. Most of his friends were. And he didn’t want to creep them out further than he already did by now.

He had learned very quickly that he wasn’t like other androids. Being an unfinished prototype last-minute patched by Elijah Kamski himself after being activated in the Cyberlife Tower wasn’t easy when everyone around him was integrating perfectly, some blending in so perfectly they were only distinguishable from humans when they had to refill their Thirium levels. Nines stood out. His military coding wasn’t that advanced when it came to something like social interaction, making friends and… do human things. He didn’t like being idle, something most humans desired from time to time, he was longing for clear orders instead of complex inuendo of politeness. Maybe that’s why he had taken to Gavin that easily. But none of that was what was bothering Nines at the moment. All these shortcomings he had accepted as his character. Sure, he sometimes longed for the ease others displayed in those situations, but mostly he was content with it. No, his problem was something entirely different. And if he didn’t ask someone for help or an explanation soon, he was sure it would eat him alive. Connor probably was his safest bet.

And so, as soon as the officer left Connor alone, gesturing for their desk, Nines took his chance. He walked over, trying not to alarm anyone with his hurry and likely failing. ‘Connor? Can we talk for a moment?’, he asked and looked around. ‘In private?’ The RK800 frowned but nodded. ‘Of course. What is it?’ ‘I feel something I can’t quite put into words’, Nines muttered. ‘I… It has bothered me for a while now. And- Well, I don’t know how to explain it.’ ‘Just try, I will tell you if I don’t understand something’, Connor told him with a smile. ‘Well, I… Did you ever think about how it’s weird androids have genders?’ ‘Not really…’, Connor shrugged. ‘Why?’ ‘I mean, humans, they have genders because they are biological creatures, right? We don’t need that. We can’t reproduce.’

Connor looked at him. ‘Well, I guess. But we were built in their image. So we too are male or female.’ ‘But I don’t feel like that’, Nines stated. ‘I mean, I am supposed to be male from my build, but I don’t feel like that.’ ‘So you feel… female?’ ‘No, neither actually’, RK900 sighed. ‘I’m myself. RK900. An unfinished prototype, a detective, your sibling, Gavin and I love each other, … Saying I am male just feels… wrong? Weird? Am I making sense?’ ‘So you don’t feel like you have a gender?’, Connor asked, and his face told Nines everything he needed to know.

‘This is because I’m not finished once again, isn’t it?’, he sighed disappointedly. ‘Another part I’m missing.’ ‘Hey, Nines’, Connor quickly interrupted him, taking his hand in his and waiting until he looked back into his face again. ‘Nines, if you don’t feel like that it’s fine. I don’t think anything less of you and neither will anyone else. If you don’t identify as male or female, then I will respect that. Just because I don’t understand what you are feeling it doesn’t mean I can’t respect your decision, wishes and sense of identity. Do you understand? You are my bro- You are family. I love you no matter what will happen. Okay?’ Nines nodded, forcing himself to smile, but took back his hand to push it into his pocket. ‘Yes, I understand. Thank you, Connor.’

Dropping his appearance as soon as he was out of sight, he walked back to his desk, sitting down and trying to concentrate on his work. He had thought he had learned of everything he was missing. discovering new faults made him wonder what else was still out there waiting for him. Would he one day become better instead of worse? He sighed deeply, reaching for the interface device to get back to his cases. But before he could reach it, out of nowhere Gavin spoke up: ‘Hey, something is up, what is it?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘Nothing causes your LED to show a lot of red then’, Gavin refused to drop it. ‘Do you want to speak about it or need some distraction?’ Nines looked up at the human that looked completely honest with his offering. As if to confirm, he continued: ‘I didn’t take my break yet. We can go outside and talk while I have a cigarette or something. If that would help you.’

Nines sighed. ‘Okay. I still need some time to process it, so I doubt I could have worked like this anyways.’ Gavin nodded and took his pack from the drawer before heading out the back entrance. He walked towards the railing, leaning against it while igniting his cigarette and taking the first drag. Nines watched the cloud of smoke rise in the air, standing a bit lost to his side. ‘Alright, tin-can, spill the beans’, Gavin chuckled but got serious fairly quickly. ‘What’s up in that metal brain of yours?’ ‘I told Connor something that has been bothering me for a while, but he didn’t understand me. So I guess it’s just another part of me being the unfinished prototype of a war machine.’ ‘What did you tell him?’, Gavin asked, continuing to look over the parking lot int front of him. ‘I… I don’t know if I should tell you.’ ‘Come on, man, it’s eating you up and I hope by now you do realise you can tell me anything. I can keep a secret.’

Nines rolled his shoulders indecisive. But then he let his tension fall in defeat and muttered: ‘I don’t feel like a man.’ He waited for a while, but Gavin didn’t answer. Only as silence stretched, he half turned his head towards him to signalise he was still listening. ‘I don’t feel female either. I don’t feel like I have a gender at all. But Connor couldn’t give me any explanation as he feels comfortable being male. I guess it’s really just something wrong with me yet again and I have to accept that.’ He let his head fall and felt his skin crawl with discomfort at having to admit it once again to the human.

Nines frowned, when Gavin let out a huge cloud of smoke having held his breath until just now. Without turning around and fixing a distant point, he commented: ‘Nah, buddy, there’s a word for it, it’s called being nonbinary. Or transgender, genderfluid, …’ He stopped talking another pull from his cigarette. ‘There are actually a lot of different designations to choose from for someone not conforming to gender binary. I can’t say I understand them all, I just researched until I came to the conclusion I am quite comfortable with being male.’ Nines looked at him, his face not really readable for Gavin, so he continued: ‘Of course, you don’t have to use any label, but it might help you not feeling alone or weird or broken. Knowing there are others feeling similarly if not the same.’

‘So you say, humans experience this too?’, Nines asked, voice not more than a whisper. ‘This is not just me being… incomplete? Gavin sighed, turning around and leaning his back against the railing. He looked the android into the eyes and showed him a gentle smile. ‘Listen, tin-can, humans are complex. There is no black and white, never was and never will be. So why should your kind be any different? If anything, it is just as logical with you as it is with us, if not more. We are born - you are built - with a gender we couldn’t chose. If you feel like it doesn’t fit with you, then you can pick something else.’

He turned back around to flick the ash that had accumulated at the end of his cigarette in the ashtray before he continued with a shrug: ‘There are people born as female that become male, or the other way around. And there are people identifying with neither or only a little bit of it. None of them are “missing” something or broken or whatever kinda shit word others may tell you. And I see no reason to think the same doesn’t apply to androids. Hell, maybe they truly forgot to install something, who am I to know, but you are not alone and not in any case less of a person for it.’

Nines stayed silent for quite a while, processing what he just heard. ‘And people will… accept that?’, he asked tentatively. Gavin laughed. ‘Buddy, if they don’t, I’ll give them hell and you’ll file a complaint with HR. Easy as that.’ That made Nines smile. Research on that topic was already well underway, both on what Gavin had mentioned and what else there was to look into. Content with what Nines had found, he updated his status in every databank that was readily available for him for now. Noticing then that there were still a few minutes left of the break, they walked up to Gavin and joined him leaning against the railing.

‘Thank you. I think I found what I was looking for.’

[magicalthoughtsendinterriblefics]

Cinderelly - Request

Requested by anon: do you think you could do a fic where draco malfoy meets a girl in a class and he really likes her but then the next week he meets a boy in the same class and really likes him and he's really torn up between them but it turns out it is the same person but their genderfluid

bisexual!Draco x gender-fluid!reader where Draco meets them at a party as a boy and falls in love but meets them in the dining hall as a girl and falls in love and he is torn between them but it turns out to be the same gender-fluid person and it ends in some fluffy kissing maybe.

Word count: 1,868

Warnings: None.

A/N: As you may know, I am not genderfluid nor do I know any genderfluid person (like in real life), so this one was hard. I tried to investigate as much as I could but I can’t promise that it will be just right. So I’d be very thankful if you could give me some feedback about this cuz all I want is for everyone here to feel included and I want to do it right. With that being said:

Enjoy!

Bells were tolling, marking the end of the first period and thus the start of the second period. The students changed classrooms quickly, chatting as fast and loud as possible before they had to be quiet again.

Draco walked with his head down. Not wanting to talk to anyone, he tried his best to look unavailable. He had gotten into a fight with his friends; they expected things from that he just wasn’t comfortable with and so he was alone.

His second period class was Potions. His head teacher, Professor Snape, was well aware of the situation between Draco, Crabbe and Goyle and so he announced he’d be assigning the seats for the class.

Everyone but Draco complained. He knew Professor Snape did it for him and was silently thankful for that.

Professor Snape started pairing people who “had the same level and understanding in Magic”, so Draco figured he would be paired up with Hermione Granger. He was okay with the idea, he actually admired her and maybe that was his chance to let her know… Since he wasn’t hanging with his usual friends, maybe, just maybe, he could change a bit.

However, Miss Granger got paired up with a girl from Ravenclaw. Harry Potter got paired up with some girl from Hufflepuff, and the Weasley boy got paired up with the kid that makes everything explode.

Who would he be paired up with?

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” Professor Snape called, “your partner will be Draco Malfoy.”

Draco looked back at the person Professor Snape had called. It was a very nice looking girl from (Y/HH).

The girl approached shyly at first, but once she put her books on the table she started gaining confidence.

Draco couldn’t help but to be amused with how agile she was with potions. She solved problems like once blows dust from an old book, and prepared potions as if they were tea. She was skilled to say the least, but she was also nice.

Draco thought for a second that she’d hate on him. It would’ve been justified since he was usually a narcissistic brat, that one rich kid no one stands, and he genuinely didn’t talk to anyone but his friends and often to Potter and his friends (but that was just to be mean). Why was she nice?

They finished the first potion rather quickly. Not even Granger and her partner did so by the time they were done, so they had a couple minutes to chat.

“I like your hair,” Draco said. He knew how to make people like him; he just figured he’d never need such skills before.

“Thanks,” she replied with a sincere smile.

“I feel like it’s… different,” he continued, “I feel like anyone could pull it off but not really.” The girl tilted her cute face to a side, not knowing if it was a compliment or not, “do you think I could pull it off?”

She laughed and shook her head.

“You might be right, that kind of hairstyle is only for cool people.”

“You think I’m cool?” She asked.

“I think you’re different and, from where I stand, that’s the equivalent of being cool.”

She blushed slightly and thanked him with a whisper.

“I think you’re cool when you are not with your bully friends.”

“I don’t think I’ll be around them much often then,” Draco stated and they giggled. “No, but really, I think you’re very nice.”

“You’re very straightforward, Mr Malfoy.” She stepped back a little.

“Mr Malfoy is my father, and though he will hear about this,” he joked, “I actually would like it very much if you just called me Draco.”

“Okay… I’m (Y/N)” she stretched her hand and Draco shook it with his.

The instructions for the second potion were given almost right after that, and they finished it quickly between laughs and a nice chat. The third one was a bit harder, so Draco, who was absolutely focused, didn’t have the opportunity to continue talking to her.

When the bell rang once again, she was gone without a trace. Lost among hordes of talkative children.

He wanted to find her, she was nice and a good person to begin with. He could show how much of a good guy he was if given the chance and she had given it to him. But how could he find her?

The school was too big, the hallways were too loud, and though he knew her name he was too shy and proud to just go around asking everyone for her. No, he didn’t want to seem desperate.

“Are you coming?” a kid from the Slytherin quidditch team asked. Draco was sitting alone at the common room.

“Where?”

“To the Halloween party,” the kid replied as if it were obvious.

“Oh, yes, I just need to get dressed,” Draco replied. The party was the perfect place to find the girl, or at least to try and find her because he wasn’t sure she’d be there.

He got dressed all in black and went upstairs.

The stairs, the Entrance, and the Great Hall were all filled with people. Kids from all years and houses along with the teacher and Hogwarts’s ghosts chatted excitedly as traditional music played on the background.

The tables were fully served with tons of different options, from snacks to main dishes, and floating pumpkins ornamented the ceiling. It was truly a magnificent view.

Draco had always liked the castle. He thought of it as an architectural masterpiece that was wasted as a school when it might as well be a museum of magic. Of course, he was partly thankful it was that school because he could live in the castle. But nonetheless, he felt like such beauty could be used in a better way.

The minutes passed and the nice girl from Potions call was nowhere to be seen.

“You lost something?” A soft voice called.

Draco’s heart rushed as he looked behind his back, only to find a tiny boy with a red costume.

“What are you dressed up as?” Draco inquired.

The boy looked down to his outfit and shrugged. “It’s supposed to be a dragon, but I really can’t see it.”

Draco nodded and looked to the sides, in search of the girl.

“What are you dressed up as?” The boy asked him.

“A wizard,” Draco replied and the boy scoffed.

“Wow” the boy said in a sarcastic tone, “you are so cool, oh my God.”

Draco chuckled and finally focused his attention on the boy.

“I didn’t have a costume,” he explained. “And I did lose something.”

“Maybe I can help you find it.”

“I lost a girl. Her name is (Y/N),” Draco told him, “do you know her?”

“I do,” the boy said, “we’re close, actually.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s not coming,” the boy said. “So I guess you’re stuck with me now.”

Draco frowned, not entirely understanding that jump of logic. But hey, he was trying new things after all so he agreed.

The night went by rather quickly by the boy’s side. He was charming, chill, and so funny. It was no wonder to Draco that the boy and (Y/N) could be close friends, as a matter of fact, they could’ve been twins and Draco would’ve believed it. They were too similar, even physically.

“I think you’re a cool kid, Draco Malfoy,” the boy said.

“You too,” Draco replied. They were at the bridge that led to the boat house, far away from the actual party.

“You know?” The boy said, “I am quite impulsive sometimes and…” Suddenly, the boy pecked Draco’s lips.

At first, Draco was shocked. He didn’t expect a kiss from that boy but, once that first shock passed, he couldn’t help but to melt in his lips.

He felt like he was somehow cheating on the girl, but also not really. It felt right, it felt like they belonged together.

They kissed and kissed for what felt like an eternal instant and then the boy pulled away.

“I hope you liked it,” he said.

“I did,” Draco replied and tried to kiss him again but the boy stepped back.

“I hope you can learn to like me as I am,” he continued. Draco tilted his head, not entirely understanding what he meant.

The midnight bell tolled.

“Better get going,” the boy said.

“Why?” Draco asked.

“Cinderella’s spell will break.”

Draco shrugged, not understanding what he meant by that, as the boy ran back to his dorm.

A whole week passed and Draco hadn’t seen either the boy or the girl. He was confused to say the least, and quite frankly he was sad and alone again.

Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be better off without him, so he didn’t even bother in trying to make peace with them. Instead, he decided to embrace his solitude.

He would spend every afternoon hidden near the Black Lake. He’d sit under a tree and read whatever he had available, and just get lost in the calm sounds of nature.

The last day of the week, while he was dozing off to the sound of birds, he heard branches breaking. He wasn’t going to pay much attention to that. Lots of kids went out to that side of the forest to play with their friends, they couldn’t be much bother.

He closed his eyes again and got lost in the memory of those eyes, both the boy and the girl had amazing (Y/E/C) eyes, and their smile was so big and warm, and their voices were soft, and their hair… They had almost the same hairstyle.

Draco opened his eyes again, only to find those same eyes staring at him.

“Hi,” they said.

“Hi,” Draco greeted, his own eyes were wide.

“Long time no see,” they joked and Draco nodded.

“So… this is me,” they said. “I know it might be weird… I don’t know if you’re into… Or if I’m being pushy, or…”

“No,” Draco stated. “Not at all… Pushy, I mean. You’re not pushy.”

They smiled.

“So you finally understood who I am?”

Draco smiled back at them and smiled warmly.

“Do you think you can handle it?”

“I think I don’t have to handle anything because it’s not really an issue to handle,” Draco said and their smile widened so much all of their teeth were visible, and their cheeks blushed and they just radiated joy that was so contagious even Draco started blushing.

“I just wished you had told me from the beginning,” Draco mumbled after a couple minutes.

“What’s the fun in that?” They giggled.

Draco giggled too and looked down shyly. He had never felt this way before. He could never be vulnerable, or nice, or sweet with any other friend so he wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“This is the part where you kiss me,” they said, dragging Draco out of his mind.

“What?”

“This is the part where you kiss me.”

“Oh damn, you’re right.”

And so, Draco touched her face softly, and gently pulled her closer to his lips. Yes, those were the lips he had kissed before and they were probably the lips he’d be kissing for a long time after.

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[khaleesiofalicante]

(Anon with AnnaxAriadne wallpaper) I barely talk to my dad. Or at least, spent time together. Growing up, he was always in the computer, always working or doing something and we only saw him when he was eating or the rare times he accepted to watch a movie with us. When i was maybe 13 or 14, he tried to amend it, to be more present and make jokes, but it was just plain awkward because we didn't know how to being around to him like that instead of hearing him talk about work. I'm 17 and (part 1)

(Part 2) and while it is better, there are times when he makes jokes that it's still jarring because it's not the sour face he almost always had. And now with quarantine, both him and my mom are almost all week working on their computers, even on the weekends. I changed the wallpaper two weeks ago, absolutely no noticed, and the only he now knows was because my phone was malfunctioning and he was the only one who could help. I nearly had a heart attack when i gave him the phone and he...

(Part 3) made a noise of surprise and i realized why exactly he could had seen. I wanted to hide on the spot. And the asked loudly why i have to women kissing which fantastic because now my mom knows, and she is like him. She scoffed when i tried to explain genderfluid people, since there's a character like that in the book she's reading, that i recommended, and i won't ever forget when she suggested going to therapy when i tried to tell her about never feeling sexual attraction...

(Part 4) when i was testing the waters to see if i could tell her about being ace. That shut me up real quick. My point is, if i now tried to explain my dad about Anna and the rest of the TSC characters, it would had to be with my mom there and even if she wasn't there, i don't know what, exactly, i should say. They are the kind of people to tell me "i haven't meet the right guy yet" or say i can't be ace since i right now i am liking a boy i meet from school. Asexuality doesn't work like that!...

(Part 5) So yeah, i am doomed. I don't know what to do. I should had changed my background before giving my dad the phone, i should had done a lot of things different. They say they are not homophobic because they believe gay people shouldn't be oppress but i nearly exploded when my mom asked why they call bisexual people like that instead of gay since it is the same thing, less of a headache. She also said that the lgbt+ just keeps making up labels to feel special, please kill me now.

Hello, again.

I just want to quickly say thank you for telling me all this. It’s not easy to talk about things that trouble you and make you feel bad - even online and even on anonymous. So, thank you. I have always admired people who are able to talk about their pain as it is something I have never been able to do. 

And I am sorry. I am really sorry that you have to live in a space where you have to explain your existence. The ignorance on asexuality is staggering - but it is not surprising that we don’t see people talking about it. Honestly, other than people here on tumblr, I don’t see people discussing asexuality at all. I work with lgbt communities and even they don’t talk about it. So, it is really difficult to start conversations about sexuality - especially with parents as the idea seems completely alien to them.

But I really really appreciate you trying to make an effort. I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that you are trying to talk to your parents. The fact that you accepted your sexuality, despite growing in such a restrictive environment - that in itself is an incredible milestone. I am so proud of you. I hope you know that. 

My 17 year old self can relate to everything you shared. My family doesn’t talk about sexuality at all since we are just not that kind of people. At least we weren’t a few years ago. I think about where we are now and it seems like we are completely different people. Of course, my mom still has the whole ‘you can support lgbt people and be friends with them but gosh I hope you are not one of them’ attitude. But comparing to who she was five years ago, this is a massive improvement. And I am hoping it will get even better in the future.

What I am trying to say is that as long as you don’t give up on your family and yourself - you can always make it better. It is not easy at all and sometimes you just get so frustrated that you want to give up - because fuck why do we need to tell an adult how to be kind and respectful and accepting? But unfortunately it is our battle and we must fight if we want to win. 

From what you said - I kind of gathered that your parents want to make an effort. Despite their mistakes in the past, they want to make it better. They are trying too - in their own way. So, I really do believe there is something that can be done here.

It’s okay if you can’t sit down and have conversations - I didn’t get here in a day either. It took me years. So, think of what will work with your family. I think you should make use of all this time you spend together in isolation. 

For example, something that might work is having a movie night once a week. Talk to your parents and ask if you could all watch a movie together - just once a week. Figure out a time that works for every one of you and you must all commit. It’s not a demanding thing to ask and it might be fun. I hope your parents agree to this. 

Every week, each person in the family can get to pick a movie they want to share the rest of them. So, week one your mom gets to choose, then your dad, then you. This way, you are making it equal so that the family time is not dictated by one person. 

When it is your turn to pick the movie, I would suggest you to pick one with queer representation. But you have to go easy on them. Baby steps, okay? Do not pick movies with sex scenes or too much angst. Something very breezy. Actually, start with movies where queer people are side characters - try to avoid cliche movies and stereotypes and had bad writing. You have to ease them into it. Then you can slowly move towards movies that have queer couples are the mains. 

For example, my mom and I watched BoRap last year and she fucking loved it - she wouldn’t have if we watched five years ago, but she does now. Also, try to find movies that represent your own culture since a lot of parents think that being gay is a western thing. 

I know this sounds like an assignment - and I am sorry about that. But it worked for me and I hope it will work for you. I am reminding you again that this is a lot of work and patience and effort and compromise. But I love my family and I want them to be a part of my life. So, I made an effort and it made all the difference in my life.

So, don’t give up on them and don’t give up on yourself. I am not saying ‘oh you are so young it will get better with time’ - it fucking doesn’t, not unless both parties are willing to work on making it better.

So do your part - and I hope your parents do their role too. Good luck, brave annie. I hope it works out. If it doesn’t, we can always figure out something else :)

[sky-kinz]

Are you willing to tell us what you and your Webkinz have been doing since you were last on here?

Oh boy... A lot of stuff has happened so buckle in, Anon.

First, shortly after deleting my accounts, I came down with digestive issues. I'm not going into the details because it's gross, but while it's gotten better I'm still being affected by it. I also started going to therapy about late February this year and that's helped me a lot.

I turned 18 on March 15 and apparently I could've remade my accounts then but I was too scared to ask my parents because of how they reacted when they found out about my OG Tumblr. Luckily I know now I can have my accounts so I'm here now! I got some Doc Martens but have only worn them out once because of quarantine. I also finally got my hands on a Switch three weeks ago and have been obsessively playing Animal Crossing in between binging Milo Murphy's Law (I already finished it but I've been watching with my sister too who's behind) and watching other cartoons.

I graduated high school with my Associate's degree and I'm gonna keep attending my community college to figure out a direction. One of the classes I took was Fiction, and part of the final assignment was to send our short story we'd been working on all quarter to a literary magazine. I've only sent it to one magazine so far and haven't heard back yet, but I'm hoping to get it published.

I finally came out to my parents a few days ago as genderfluid and surprisingly but unsurprisingly, my mom was like "Okay. You know I just want you to be happy, right?" I almost bawled because I had been working it up in my head and now everyone in my life has been using they/them pronouns for me and calling me by my new name (it's a gender neutral name and the spelling is derivative of my dead name and middle name which makes it easier if I don't feel safe explaining to someone why my legal name is different from the one I go by).

My graduation present to myself was a Signature Moose I named Mickey Moose! He's a big boy and loves capitalism. I also found out my fanny pack's water bottle holders fit Fluffy perfectly! It's like a baby carrier where her legs and tail can dangle out while she's snug in the holder, so when my family and I go hiking and to the zoo (social distancing and with masks on of course), I've been carrying her in there. I've also taken her with me to Burger Master (local fast food chain where you can dine in your car which makes it easier to social distance) and it's just fun to have her by my side. I haven't taken any pictures of this but next time we go to the zoo or hiking I'll do so! My mom's also tentatively planning a trip to Disney World this October since we were supposed to go to Disneyland in June for my sister's b-day and then Disneyland/Disney World (that got shrunken to just World when COVID started to become a concern but not a big one) this month for my graduation. I'm a little nervous but also I want it because I kinda feel crazy being stuck in the house and only going out about once or twice a month. Quarantine is hitting me pretty hard but when I came out to my parents and unloaded everything off my chest, it feels like it's a little better now.

[hraunwyf-b]

I hope this doesn't come across as mean or brash, but I'd like to ask why you came to decide your Loki as a trans woman when, canonically, they are genderfluid? I know you've been writing her for a long time, but surely it isn't fair to swap one LGBT minority for another? Especially when one is canon? It doesn't much help to take representation away from one group and give it away to another

oh man, anon, i’m so glad i can finally get to this. it’s been a rough almost-month without a computer or i’d have had you right away, and in fact i had your answer half done—luckily, i saved it, so i can dive back in. i’ll just put back what i had and go from there.

okay, so there’s always a lot going on with things like this that makes it difficult to organize my thoughts in a cohesive sort of way, but i would like to start off witht he fact that this is a topic i’ve addressed before multiple times, though my blog is somewhat disorganized and those materials aren’t the easiest to find, and they’re also not all as centered around precisely this topic, so this will sort of give me a platform to talk about it more.

because this is definitely a line of questioning i’ve gotten before, and i find that it makes two assumptions: a) that all canon is good canon, and b) that loki’s current identity is her static identity.

with regards to canon: the easiest way to dismiss this would be to explain that i simply don’t play loki in that era of comics, and of course that current loki, due to reincarnation shenanigans, isn’t even the same character as loki circa the era of comics i play her in. that’s the easy way to say it. the more subjective and difficult path to take is that marvel’s brand of representation is literal garbage, and the most they’ve actually done to portray loki as genderfluid is that loki has said they are genderfluid and every now and then we see loki presenting as feminine.

the writing and characterization is still pretty much identical to loki-as-cis-male, and if there’s been any genuine delving into that loki’s relationship with gender, i haven’t seen a lick of it. to me the whole thing i shoddy and utterly unimaginative and dismissive of the spectrum of genderfluidity, and aside from having no interest in the character of ‘loki’ post-siege regardless of gender identity, i’ve also got no interest in associating myself with what i believe to be absolutely piss-poor representation in the first place.

no offense is intended, of course, to genderfluid people who see themselves represented in that loki. i’m glad you guys like it, but i think you deserve so much better.

so that’s my opinion on canon. with regards to my representation, i only have to ask—why does everyone assume that loki’s current identity as a trans woman mean she can’t be genderfluid? genderfluidity by definition is the movement of identity through various genders, and if anyone here is familiar with my writing, i have never written loki as very confidently identifying with femininity on the whole even in her current identity. the way i write is very much inside loki’s head, and she’s not objective, nor am i when i write her, and i tend to put out all content on this blog more from her standpoint than as an omniscient narrator, so of course things get skewed to the way they are in her eyes.

i’ve said before, though it was a long time ago, that loki’s identity is best objectively described as demifluid, a type of genderfluidity where one or several components of gender identity remain static, but others shift around it. in my writing, throughout my almost-decade of writing loki, she can be observed as always, statically, identifying with feminine gender expression, though her sense of social gender changes and she has identified herself as male, female, bigender, agender, and pangender at various times in her portrayal. it’s just that over the past few years, she has been asserting femaleness over those other feelings, and as i’ve explained in some ooc posts before, that sense of femaleness can sort of be described as reactionary. 

my exploration of gender with loki on this blog has been done with the frame of her escape from enforced toxic hypermasculinity, so of course her identification with femininity will be overt and forefront. and we do have to remember, we’re dealing with an immortal here, whose life has been very long and will be very long yet. genderfluidity for loki does not have to be a visible change from day to day or week to week, but her shifting and changing can exist on a much larger scale, a singular identity and sense of self lasting years, decades, centuries if it’s how she’s comfortable, and right now, loki is comfortable identifying herself as a trans woman.

identifying as a trans woman does not mean loki is not genderfluid. it means that she’s just in one phase right now. granted, since you asked this question it might mean you’re not someone who’s very familiar with my portrayal and who could read between all the lines to see that, and i wouldn’t blame you for it. but i hope this has cleared things up, and i would also hope that your view of genderfluidity itself opens up a little wider. gender isn’t all in appearance, it isn’t all in body, it isn’t even all in mind, especially for someone like loki, and what’s seen on the outside is rarely wholly indicative of what’s underneath.

thank you for the question, and have a nice day!

[viscountessevie]

WHWW Fancasts

Buckle up bitches, there are SO many people over the last few months that have suggested to me or I’ve just seen and was like “Yeah that guy can be John/Michael!” Also with the conception of my Trans!Franchela AU, I also have two more NEW Franchel to show off. While I wanted to keep it a surprise, I already missed all of Franchel Week @franchaelweek​, I ain’t missing Fancast Day ahahah. 

Without further ado, here’s my collection of the Stirlings and a surprise Genderfluid!Fran & Michaela cast!!

The Stirling Boys

Note: I have actually sort of compiled a list of them before here but it has since been updated with more people for them ahaha and also I didn’t put in pictures of all of them which will be done here!! [Also would recommend looking at this post on mobile so all the pictures are sized the same!]

The Very First One: Dev Patel 

We shouldn’t forget our roots lmao and he was the very first person I saw in my mind as Michael when I first read WHWW and also the Stirlings being Indian-Scottish helps erase Coloniser!Michael in the two years he ran away to India and was ‘working’ there, instead I can see him going there to honour John’s memory and pay pilgrimage to scatter John’s ashes. 

Never really thought about who his John could be but my fave John fancast of all time at the moment is:

My Favourite John: Raymond Ablack  

Yes I chose a shirtless picture on purpose, we ALLL need to simp for John more and give his due, okay?? He’s related to Michael so OF COURSE THEY ARE BOTH HOT and they were bestie so I imagine they were pretty alike, John was just more covert about being a hoe in public lol. That doesn’t make him Michael 2.0, just as hot, realistically related to and having a friendship with his cousin and Frannie deserves that. 

So I have talked about this in the previous fancast post but I love love the idea of the Stirlings looking SUPER alike since their fathers were twins and so when I found Raymond Ablack and @hptriviachamp​ Triv suggested her favourite Michael fancast, I knew I had to put them together! Especially since while watching Ginny & Georgia, I thought Raymond was: 

Rahul Kohli - An Angsty, Twinning Michael 

Okay this isn’t a smouldering angsty gifset I just want to show yall him in a suit LMAO, THIS is his Michael!

Ik Ik he’s a DILF in Midnight Mass and much older but Sheriff Hassan’s vibe feels very Michael post John’s death!

Then we have our Filipino!Stirlings who was suggested to me by Lil @sharmasandcorgis​ who said Manny Jacinto would make a great Michael and she’s RIGHT: 

Manny Jacinto: THE Hottie

I want him to TOP ME so badly lmao but yes, the Filipino Stirlings also tied into me liking the idea of Latino Stirlings who are named Miguel and Juan and while I don’t have any Latino guys in mind now (tho Danny Ramirez as one of them 👀👀), Filipino people using Latin names works for this fancast! 

So I present Miguel Stirling ^^ and here’s 

Rene Gube as Juan Stirling: 

[Don’t mind the slight blurriness - he’s a pretty niche actor and all his ‘soft bf vibes’ pictures were with his wife and they are cute af but they weren’t screaming Franchel ya know?]

Honourable Mention Stirlings: 

In the ask linked above, the anon suggested Sameer Usmani and I’ve talked about how I feel about him on that post if yall are curious to read! So here’s a hot picture of him to speak for itself ahahah: 

Sameer Usmani: In Clothes Dating 300 Years Older Than Bridgerton 

When They Were Wicked: A T4T Franchela Cast

Okay so this upcoming person was suggested to be by Lil again (girlie has so many brilliant ideas!!) when she saw me obsessively posting abt Top Gun on my other account and I made a post on it. And while at the time I saw him as Michael, now I’ve decided he’s my John for the T4T Franchela AU!!

Fighter Pilot Turned Earl of Kilmartin: Greg Tarzan Davis

HOTTIE JOHN: View on IG 

John Vibes FR FR: View on IG 

I decided on him as John because I finally picked out my Michaela and here she is: 

Presenting Michaela Stirling - Our Fave Regency Slut™

View on IG

Now the moment yall have been waiting for!! Genderfluid Fran is hereee - initially wanted to make it a surprise but I’m just too excited to share them!! Drumroll Please! 

Brigette Lundy-Paine IS Fran Bridgerton, Consort of Kilmartin

Also I LOVE this photoset of them, it’s what convinced me they were Fran!! I also love that they look like they could be Ruby’s older sister ehehe. They have SO many amazing pictures of them, I honestly couldn’t decide which one to use but then realise I could save them for the edit I’m making to go with my Trans!AU ehehe

I know this got long, so thank you if you read through the whole thing. Let me know what you think of these casts and who are your FCs for the Stirlings or any alternative Frans - of a different gender or racebent Frans (Amita Suman is my Indian!Frannie here)! 

Thanks again to the creators of Franchael Week for organising this week!! Hopefully my late content makes up for not posting on time 😂😂

[quicksilverconnoisseur]

so all couples argue, even ones as in sync and unusual and wonderful as Hannibal and genderfluid Will. what do you think their first argument would be about? would it be serious or over something silly? who would apologise and how would they make it up? love the series btw, one of the best in the hannibal fandom

Oh my, thanks anon

I love this question! This is the kind of thing my gf bugs me about is it you?? ;)

Their first argument wouldn’t be too serious - Hannibal is still being rather careful around Will. Something which would come up between them, fairly early on, would likely be the subject of money. Now, however fantastically, magically rich Hannibal is, he is not a completely insensitive idiot. He’s tested Will’s tolerance level for receiving gifts very thoroughly, and made sure to keep on the right side of the line (just about). But I think where he might trip up would be assumptions about Will’s time:

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The summer was rapidly approaching. Spring was turning golden and bright; wildflowers bobbed at the edges of lesser-used roads and poked up through cracks in the sidewalks. More often than not, the sky was blue and cloudless. Uncharacteristically, Hannibal dreamed about wide-open spaces, about wind over water, about the soft and gentle wildness of the beach.

There he saw Will; a glitter of light in his hair, smiling and free. A daydream only, but one he could make come true without much trouble.

Plans were made. The house had been shut up for months, and a trusted agency were sent to make it ready. There would be fresh clean sheets when they arrived; the larder fully stocked and waiting. All of it a surprise Hannibal was impatient to deliver. 

When he did, however, the results were unexpected.

“Next week?” Will said. “Go on vacation, on Monday? Hannibal… I can’t.”

Hannibal frowned with displeasure. “School is finished; there’s no summer classes to attend. I know you’re helping Dr Crawford write up a research paper but you can bring that with you.”

Will stared at him for a long second, a flush rising in his cheeks. “Hannibal,” he said, “There’s more to my life than just school and you. You can’t expect me to drop everything for a whole month with no notice. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I intended it as a surprise,” Hannibal said. “A welcome one. Which it obviously isn’t.”

Will shook his head. “Oh no,” he said. “You don’t get to be like that. You should have asked me first. I have things planned.”

Hannibal fell silent. A misstep had been made, evidently, and he wasn’t entirely clear who had made it. Or who was still making it.

“Things I can’t easily change,” Will continued, getting louder. “Things I need to do, which aren’t a choice for me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Hannibal said, wishing to bring an end to the exchange. “I will cancel it.”

Will gave an exasperated noise and buried his face in his hands. After a moment, he sat up again, and spoke with greater composure. “You still don’t get it,” he said. “So I’m going to have to explain. I would have loved to have gone away with you but I can’t just drop everything like you can. It doesn’t make any difference to you if you don’t see any clients for a month. For two months, six months. Yeah, I’ve got a scholarship but that only pays for the weeks when I’m in college. Over the summer, I either give up my room with Bev and go back home or I need a job to pay the rent.”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I already spoke to Mr Hefferman about working at Denny’s again, like I did last year. I start the week after next.”

Hannibal sat back in his chair, and admitted to himself he’d made a rather large oversight. “Aren’t you more suited to fixing things? Would a garage not hire you?” 

“There’s not much seasonal demand for mechanics,” Will said, with a flicker of impatience. “And you kind of have to be properly certified. No decent garage would take me on, except as an apprentice and I can’t commit to that. Working at Denny’s is not my ideal way to spend the summer but there’s not much I can do about it.” He shrugged. “At least the uniform isn’t terrible - everyone wears pretty much the same thing.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Hannibal asked, genuinely curious now. “If I had known, then I would have adjusted my expectations.”

Will looked guilty. “I guess I knew what you would say. And I was worried you’d drop by every day to order pancakes. And then not eat them.”

“What is it you think I would say?”

“Exactly what you’re thinking now, which is that I no longer have to work jobs I don’t want to, because I’ve met you. And you could take care of everything with a wave of your cheque book.”

“Which is precisely true,” Hannibal said. “However you feel about it, that is indeed the case. If you continue to work in jobs you don’t like, it will be because it is your choice.”

“Then it’s a choice I will continue to make,” Will said, without hesitation. “I got myself to college and I’ll continue to keep myself here, too.”

Despite his disappointment - for the loss of Will at the beach house, and for the long, lazy days in each others’ company - Hannibal smiled fondly. Disappointment could be borne, if he could keep Will just like this: proud, stubborn, resourceful, yet still entirely his.

“I am sorry for my trespass,” he said. “I have learned my lesson. Next time, I will ask. We can go there later in the year, perhaps.”

Will sighed. “You’re a romantic idiot. It’s hard to be mad for long.” He paused, and picked at the hem of his shorts. “I am still mad, though, just for the record. Mad that you didn’t consider I might need to work and mad that I can’t go with you.”

Hannibal kissed his hand, when Will allowed him to take it without protest. “Maybe we can work something out,” he said. “So both of us get what we want.”

*

psst it’s okay because they do work something out - coming up in the next fic!

Set in the Quicksilver series

More Quicksilver ficlets here

~ weconqueratdawn

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AN ~ for the Anon who prompted (paraphrased):

Genderfluid!Daisy getting drunk and trying to come out to their partner(s)

For the ship of my choice I decided to try my hand at some TripDaisy, and while I don’t think it came out (*ba dum tsh*) as fluffy as you may have intended, I hope the mild angst/hurt/comfort/fluff blend is satisfying :) Hope you like it!

Read on AO3 (~1300wd). Rated light T.

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now take a hold of your soul

The small club buzzed with life as Daisy Johnson sat at the bar, casually nursing a lemonade as she looked around for someone she was expecting. She beamed when, at last, she saw Trip enter at the other end of the room. As he passed the tables and the dance floor, looking for her, the strobing pink and green lights shone richly on his dark skin, and on his white teeth that shone across the room at her when he beamed back. He opened his arms as he got close, and Daisy slid off her seat, waving for their first round of drinks before embracing him with a kiss.

“Congratulations!” she called, over the music. “You did a great job today! So glad to see you’re finally getting some recognition!”

“You know what they say though,” Trip said, brushing her off, although his humble smile glowed. “Behind every great man is a woman –“

“Shoving him full of congratulatory drinks?” Daisy suggested, holding up one shot for herself, and one for him. “The first one’s the good stuff. It gets more budget after that ‘cause I’m not made of money, but cheers!”

Trip laughed. “Cheers!”

They tapped their glasses together and threw the shots back, and then Daisy pointed a finger at the jukebox. Someone she’d paid earlier dropped a selection, and the iconic 80s drumbeats filled the bar.

“Ooh!” Trip called. “This is my jam!”

Daisy laughed. She’d never met a man with more jams than Trip, and the enthusiasm with which he beckoned her out onto the dancefloor was enough to draw the attention of half the bar. With eyes on them, Trip leaned into it, pretending to throw a lasso around her and pull her toward him before both of them launched into a semi-co-ordinated dance. Whether it was nostalgia or infectious enthusiasm, Daisy was pleased to find that the rest of the crowd got in on the action with ease. Dancing, singing, and eventually, karaoke, made for an even better night than Daisy had planned, and by the time she and Trip had retired to one of the booths – both tipsy, sweaty, and breathing hard – she was riding a high of sugar, alcohol, and endorphins.

“Love you,” she murmured, cuddling into his chest even though they had the whole booth to themselves. “’m proud of you. You know that? You are bad. Ass.”

“Well, thank you, I am,” Trip agreed, turning his glass between his fingers with pride and a little drunkenness swelling his chest. “That’s why we make a perfect pair.”

“Shux.” Daisy grinned a slow, lazy grin, and lay her chin on her hands on the table. She was drunk enough to feel warm, and Trip’s hand was strolling over her back, and if she sunk any further into relaxation, she reckoned, she’d soon start purring like a cat. The sugar high was wearing off, for now. Either that, or she was ascending a level of drunkenness. Probably both, as the still-dancing crowd seemed to blur in time and colour before her eyes. “Geez, how are those guys still going?”

Trip laughed. “When did you turn into such an old granny?”

“The body is willing,” Daisy explained. “The 5am starts are not.”

“Oh, shit, May’s gonna freak –“ Trip very nearly giggled, and Daisy giggled too, her nose crinkling as she did.

“Nah, I got tomorrow off. Gotta treat my man to a proper congratulations!” She slapped his chest – slowly, drunkenly, fluidly and inaccurately – in praise. Then fell into it, and settled there, her face a little mashed into his chest, where she whispered: “Damn, you’re ripped.”

“Oh, you like that?” Trip raised one of his arms, showing off his guns to Daisy, who poked it with a finger.

“You have really nice muscles,” she said. “And a nice face. And a nice ass.”

“Damn right,” Trip agreed. “And I think this ass wants to get us some water, hm?”

“Hate to watch you walk away,” Daisy agreed, mashing the saying into one. Trip headed back to the bar, dancing so that his hips gyrated exaggeratedly, and Daisy, true to her word, watched. By the time he had fetched the jug of water and returned though, the alcohol and the sugar crash and the warped way that time worked when she was drunk - and that time being spent alone – was bringing Daisy down, fast. The smile had faded from her face and she stared at the blue liquid that was her cocktail, as if she could see straight through it to something that still, somehow, meant nothing. Trip swapped the cocktail out for a glass of water and Daisy looked up at him: part of her still distant, but part of her surprised. Maybe even surprised that he’d come back.

“Do you think I’m a freak?” she asked.

“Nah, man,” Trip insisted. “I mean, only in the good ways.”

Daisy snorted derisively, and took a swig of the water, and pulled a face. She’d been looking forward to restoring the sugar high, but she knew water was better for now.

“They’re all bad ways,” she said. “I never fit.”

“Hey, the way things are going, if everyone fit, the world would be a way worse place,” Trip pointed out. “And besides – you fit with some people. The important people. You fit with me, right?”

Daisy sighed.

“I don’t know.”

Trip frowned. He shifted his seat, moving back to Daisy’s side and pulling her into his arms.

“Hey, now, where’s this coming from?” he crooned. “You and me are good, girl. Don’t get down on yourself about that. There’s plenty else in the world to worry about, but not that.”

Daisy shook her head.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked.

“Always.”

“Sometimes… I don’t always feel like girl. Which is crazy because like, I don’t even know what feeling like a girl is supposed to feel like – like that’s crazy, right, how is that a thing – but like… I feel like I just know sometimes. I’m wrong.”

“No,” Trip assured her. “You’re not wrong, Daisy. You’re here. Your existence... is what it is, but it's not wrong. You matter, no matter what. Hey. How long have you been feeling like this?” Daisy shrugged.

“I dunno. My whole life, I guess. I thought it would go away when I found out all the Inhuman stuff but it never really did. It’s just what I am. Just another freaky layer to the freak onion that is my life.”

Trip squeezed her in a hug, kissed her hair and whispered in her ear: “I love the freak onion. Don’t you forget it. And you know, you’re not alone. There’s words for people like you.”

“Yeah, -“

“Nice words,” Trip interrupted, before she could start on a list.

Daisy pouted. “If you start spouting some cheesy shit like ‘hero’ or something I’m getting a cab.”

“You are a hero, whether you like it or not,” Trip pointed out, “but that’s not what I meant. I mean, there’s a whole bunch of people out there who don’t feel like they’re what they were born as -”

“I’m not-“ Daisy started, but Trip didn’t let her cut him off.

“- and some of those people only feel it some of the time. Like, there’s this thing called ‘genderfluid.’ I don’t remember much about it, it came up in Group once, but it’s pretty self-explanatory, isn’t it? Must be where your gender, is like… fluid.”

Daisy took a long drink of water. Trip took this as a reminder, and poured himself one too. And they started again.

“Gender…fluid…” Daisy murmured, pulling out her phone and googling the term. She squinted at some of the articles through her drunkenness. “That’s cool. Lots of gender binary bullshit though. You sure it’s really a thing?”

“Yeah. If you read what people actually talk about, people who experience it, a lot of it sounds like what you said just now. I mean, maybe consider again it when it’s not 2am and we’re not pretty heavily inn—in—well, drunk.” He laughed at himself. “But I’m pretty sure it’s a thing.”

“And – and I mean if it is,” Daisy put forward. “You don’t mind?”

“Look, I’ve revealed a lot of things I’ve regretted at 2am DNMs,” Trip said, “so if you wake up tomorrow and want to forget this whole thing, that’s fine. But if you follow the trail and it means something, I’m here for you. Names, pronouns, the whole shtick if you want.”

“Thanks, but I mean for you,” Daisy pressed. “For us. I mean, if I’m not a girl all the time – that sort of means you’re… not straight all the time.”

Trip shrugged.

“I’m easy, girl. Man. Whichever.” He grinned. “And if it turns out I swing more ways than I thought I did yesterday then that’s fine with me.”

He leaned back against the seat, smooth as a player, with a falsely self-aggrandising grin that, gradually, coaxed a smile out of Daisy at last. Then, more sincerely, he reached for her hand and looked into her eyes.

“Look, Daisy, you’ve always been special,” he said. “You’re an orphan with a family. You’re a human alien. You’re a hero, but you’re also an oxymoron, and that doesn’t mean you’re a freak. Not in a bad way. It just means you were never going to fit in someone’s neat little boxes, and that’s okay. ‘Specially since, you know, ticking boxes - you’re doing that left right and centre, as far as I’m concerned.”

Daisy groaned silently, but she was still smiling.

“I tick your boxes? That’s what you’re going with?”

Trip nodded, a sparkle of mischief back in his eyes as he became satisfied that the worst of Daisy’s drunken despair had passed.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “I’ll be here all week.”

Daisy rolled her eyes.

“Shut up and drink your water, babe,” she said, and she drank too.