#disguised as opposite gender

[offbeat-manga-ships]

OU NO KEMONO: ENPEI NO ARCANA / 王の獣～掩蔽のアルカナ～ / THE KING’S BEAST by Touma Rei / 藤間麗 • chapter 12

[dc-bitchin]

tim drake is like. The Transgender of all time. he's a trans man. she's a trans women. they're nonbinary. he's a femboy. she's a girl that uses masculine clothing to show off her bulging ass muscles. they have an amazing fashion sense. they have terrible fashion taste. they are everything and nothing at once. he's trans and uses the robin / red robin mantle as an expression of his identity. she's trans and closeted and uses the robin mantle to stay in the closet. she's trans and out and robin is drag to her. robin is both an expression of identity and a performance. they are The Trans character of all time

[awearywritersworld]

"do you like me?" "nope."

gojo satoru x reader summary: even yuuji realizes that gojo has a crush on you, but you're oblivious as ever w/c: 1.1k tags/warnings: ft. yuuji and megumi. fluff. super light angst. lots of banter. a lil mutual pining. yuuji and gojo being chaotic. gender neutral reader. a/n: not sure how this turned out, but it was fun to write! masterlist check out my latest work for gojo here

"(l/n)-sensei!!"

you're trying to relax and really, fifteen minutes is all you want, but these days that seems impossible.

you turn your head toward the sparring field just in time to see yuuji fly into a tree about 30 yards away. megumi is already on the ground struggling to get up.

meanwhile gojo is prancing, literally prancing, in the opposite direction. you walk toward the group with a mixture of annoyance and disappointment playing across your features, all your hope for some peace and quiet crushed.

"that was awesome!" the pink haired boy shouts from amid a mess of leaves and branches.

gojo gushes over the praise, his hands pressing against his cheeks. "thank you, yuuji! it's nice to know someone around here appreciates my unmatched strength."

"i don't remember offering to be a part of the demonstration," megumi grumbles, finally rising to his feet.

his demeanor is less than pleased and you glance at him sympathetically before turning to gojo. "you do know that you're an adult, right? like, as in, a fully grown man."

"(y/n)-chaaaaan, you're always so mean to me," he whines, grabbing your hands dramatically. "what have i done to deserve such cruel treatment?"

"today or in general?" you pretend to think for a second. "i seem to remember you waking me up at seven this morning so that you didn't have to go to your meeting with masamichi-san alone-"

"he was mad at me for skipping the last one i had!"

"-and then you hid my phone for almost an hour because i wouldn't give you my last candy bar-"

"i was starving, (y/n)-chan! it wasn't my fault, you know that!"

"-and then you destroyed that tree, which i really happened to like by the way."

his gaze flickers toward that direction, the splintered wood a sad remnant of what it used to be, then throws his arms in the air. "this is so unfair!"

"(l/n)-sensei! did you see?" yuuji calls out, already fully recovered and bounding toward you.

"i sure did." you chuckle at his tattered clothes and unfazed attitude.

"what'd ya think?"

you really can't bring yourself to scold him, not with all the excitement in his voice. "oh, it was certainly something."

"did you hear that, gojo-sensei?" yuuji lights up.

megumi disguises his laugh with a cough. "i don't think that was a compliment."

the boy visibly deflates so you ruffle his hair. "it was pretty cool, i just don't want you getting hurt." that earns a grin, to your relief.

"so i get yelled at, but you're nice to him?" gojo pouts indignantly.

"yes."

"ugh! this is killing me, (y/n)-chan!" he announces before promptly knocking you to the ground, the action something between a hug and a tackle.

"gojo, get off of me!" you yell, though there's a hint of laughter in your voice.

"i can't! not until you forgive me!"

your giggles ring through the air, music to gojo's ears, and your hands push him away as he tries to tickle your sides. you look like two kids, rolling around in the grass and shouting at one another.

yuuji leans in toward megumi, his voice hushed as if he's about to reveal the world's biggest secret. "i'm starting to think there's something going on between those two."

his friend looks at him as if he's grown a second head. "you're just now noticing?"

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you're making dinner in your apartment while gojo sits on the kitchen floor, his legs splayed out and taking up nearly half of the small room. his blindfold had been discarded at one point or another, something he made a habit of doing when it was just the two of you.

"what are we having tonight, chef?"

"me? i'm having braised chicken thighs. i'm not sure about you though," you tease.

you didn't invite him to dinner, he just kind of followed you back to your place after sparring practice. you don't really mind, you never do, not that you'd ever admit it out loud.

"you wouldn't give me your candy bar and now you won't have dinner with me either? today is the worst! is this still about the tree? i told you i was sorry-"

"geez i was just kidding!" you cut him off. "of course you can have some, but only if you get the flour off the top shelf for me."

"i guess that's a fair trade," he reasons, rising to his feet lazily.

the cabinet is just to your left, so his body presses into yours as he reaches up, the contact making your heart flutter.

"thanks," you exhale when he sets it down within your reach.

he doesn't return to his sitting position, just leans against the counter and watches you carefully stir the ingredients in the pan.

"do you like me?" he inquires suddenly.

"nope."

"hm, do you like like me?" he suggests, a small smirk playing at his lips.

"gojo, that's honestly defamatory."

he rolls his eyes playfully. "c'mon, be serious."

"you be serious," you challenge the usually facetious man.

"i am."

resting your spoon on the pan, you turn to face him, unsure if he's just messing with you like always. the room is silent, save for the faint popping of oil, as he waits for you to say something.

"why do you wanna know?"

"'cause i like you, why else?"

your hands gather the fabric of your apron nervously, crumpling it between your fingers while you avoid his gaze. his words strike you as entirely implausible. after all, he's gojo and you're, well, you.

"you... you shouldn't joke about stuff like that."

he laughs at you and it breaks your heart a little, but then you feel two lithe hands on either side of your face. "(y/n), look at me."

you do, albeit apprehensively, and his eyes bore into your own with an intensity you aren't familiar with. it makes your knees feel weak. a smile tugs at his lips before they capture your own, the movement slow and soft.

your fingers reach up to wrap around his wrist, an attempt to steady yourself against him, before one of his hands travels down to your hip and gives it a light squeeze.

you taste so sweet, feel so perfect in his hands, that gojo kicks himself for waiting so long to kiss you. his lips move to the corner of your mouth, across your cheek, then begin to work their way up your jaw. he hums against your skin, satisfied with the breathy noises he's pulling from your throat.

then, the smell of burning invades your senses and you pull away from each other with wide eyes, exclaiming in unison. "the food!"

[teambyler]

One simple trick to make it obvious that Mike and El don't have a healthy relationship:

Switch their genders. Imagine that El is a GUY with superpowers. And Mike is a GIRL who feels like a nobody next to him.

Why would this amazing guy ever like her? She doesn't deserve him. She's just some random person who happened to catch his eye.

(Pics by u/alwaysbi and from Reddit)

He heightens her feeling of inadequacy. Yet she can't imagine losing her superhero boyfriend, because her sense of self-worth depends on having this guy.

She must make sure he DOESN'T LEAVE HER. Loving him as a person is less on her mind than her fear that he will leave her. (Mike literally spends more time thinking and talking about El leaving him than about her being hunted by part of the government.)

When the time comes, it's chaotic and our superhero is in danger of dying. She genuinely doesn't want him to die. But in her love confession, she says that he is HER superhero. She still views him as better than her. She looks UP to him and admires him from below.

Their relationship has never been about them being in love with the other person, but with the IDEA of the other person, the IDEA of a conventional "happy" relationship. And in this case, one where she sees herself as the lesser half of the two.

And still, after her confession of love, he is barely talking to her! For his own reasons (in El's case, probably healthy ones), the superhero seems to have moved on. The girl's fear of losing him was actually well-grounded.

The unhealthiness of Mike and El's relationship is disguised by the fact that the show switches the usual dynamic in real-life opposite-sex couples, where often it's the girl who feels inadequate and undeserving of the guy.

We know the show DID pull back the veil at one point: Mike refers to himself as Lois Lane and El as Superman in describing how he feels:

The writers deliberately chose these words to make clearer the unhealthy unequal dynamic in the Mileven relationship. (As well as hint that Mike might like boys. =D )

Hey Mike! There IS someone who loves you exactly for being you, and unconditionally...

-teambyler

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #5515:

When a character disguises themselves as the opposite gender for plot-related reasons (female character in male-only military or in an area dangerous to be female in, male character trying to get into a female-only area or avoid being drafted, etc) that does not automatically make them genderfluid/nonbinary/etc, and I say this as a nonbinary person. PRESENTATION IS NOT GENDER, we've been over this, ESPECIALLY when they're presenting that way because they HAVE to, not because they WANT to.

[artemx746]

I just read the first Nevermoor book and I really liked it! So b4 I go into Wundersmith, here are some of my thoughts (spoilers for the first book ahead, go read it)

I love the entire vibe of this book, I’m not sure how to describe it but there’s something about everything that just really appeals to me

[nearly every character] my beloved

Every scene with Jupiter and Mog makes me ill, the only reason Jupiter was away so often was because Jessica Townsend knew it would kill me if there were any more /j

Related to the last point: i require at least one (1) forehead kiss from Jupiter to Mog

Fuck Corvus Crow. All my homies hate Corvus Crow.

Hawthorne's a fun guy, it feels nice that he and Mog aren't shoehorned into a romantic subplot. Low bar but I'm tired of the first character of the opposite gender of mc and mc's age being forced into a romance

Mog and Jacks fighting is 100 percent accurate for cousins. Like it's concerningly similar to how my sister and our older cousin would've acted around each other when she was Mog's age

I love Ezra's vibes, like yes b call yourself a god in front of this little girl while you're in disguise. Horrible person? yes. Vibes? Immaculate

Tangentially related, my brain knew Ezra Squall was probably evil but I fully thought Mr. Jones was just in love with him which I find so funny now

Cadence is very fascinating to me, I want to study her in lab /pos

Listen I’m not saying Mog should’ve taken Ezra’s offer but I am very curious what would happen if she did

unfortunately I am having a mental battle trying to decide whether Ezra or Jupiter is my fav oops

[winniefrez]

Context for the last one: shapeshifting to make fun of each other vs shapeshifting into a disguise of the opposite species vs swap AU”

Another doodle dump- I stg every time I’ve ever drawn my sona interacting with peri they’re just harassing him ??

Call it cute aggression- Is gender envy aggression a thing?

[criminalamnesia]

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

summary: Nikolai confronts you about unspoken feelings.

warnings: fluff, no use of y/n, not proofread, no gendered pronouns used (that I know of), grisha!heartrender!reader

author’s note: dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift inspired this! also listen I love zoya and nikolai but nikolai is just sooooooo ksjfjsjs I wanted to write a reader insert for him.

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What you had with your captain was something no one understood– not even the two of you.

Sturmhond– or Nikolai, as you knew him in secret– was your friend. Your captain. But he was also something more.

He was a rogue ship, and you were a lighthouse guiding him home. He was a dangerous sea, threatening to drown you if you tested your luck– and oh, how you were so close to seeing what would happen if you did.

You shouldn’t even know his true identity. But, as fate would have it, he needed a heartrender with a specific set of skills that you just happened to have, and you needed an escape.

You were his tailor– disguising his appearance and turning him into the infamous Sturmhond. That was the only reason you were allowed to see him without his mask– you were the one to put it back together.

“You’re not surprised?” He had asked you the first night your services had been requested.

The ginger hair of Sturmhond had faded. The crooked nose had straightened, but the same smug grin was still present.

“No,” you had said. “I know that heartbeat. I knew it was you a mile from your ship.”

That took him aback. How did you know his heartbeat?

You had laughed, your eyes twinkling with something he found mesmerizing. He didn’t know you– he was sure of it. He wouldn’t forget a face like yours.

One of your hands was on his shoulder, holding him still. The other roamed his face, fingers dancing across his skin as you worked.

“You’re staring,” you stated, your fingers moving to his messy blond hair. “Trying to figure out how I know you?”

“Yes,” he admitted, eyes watching your face intently. “Were you at the Little Palace?”

You nodded. “I was.” The blond of his hair started to turn red. “But I spent most of my time in the Grand Palace.” You paused, your hand leaving his shoulder to move to his chin, tilting his head to the side. You could hear his heart beat a tad bit faster.

“The Darkling gave me to your mother, as he did with Genya. I was her apprentice. She taught me how to tailor.” You told him.

“I didn’t suffer the same fate she did, if that’s what you’re wondering. Your father had eyes for her, not me.” You couldn’t help the bitterness in your voice. Nikolai flinched.

“You were rarely home– but I met you once, when we were both still small. That’s why I know your heartbeat. The only one of the Royal Family to have a good heart– not a sour one. It stuck with me, I guess you could say.”

“I don’t remember you,” he admitted, and you gave a small laugh. His blond hair was almost completely red now.

“I wouldn’t expect you to. You’re not the only one being tailored, Captain. The First Army can’t take me back if they don’t recognize me, now can they?”

“Are you listening?”

Nikolai’s voice broke you from your thoughts. He was sitting on the bed in his quarters on the ship. You stood between his knees, your hands on his face as you changed him back into Sturmhond.

“Mhm,” you hummed. You weren’t. This routine was something you could do in your sleep, and truthfully, you found your mind drifting off more and more whenever Nikolai required your assistance. It’s not that you found his company dull– quite the opposite, actually. But you didn’t want him to know that.

“No you weren’t,” he gave a small chuckle, one of his hands moving up to grab one of yours. He pulled it from his face as he intertwined your fingers.

“Nikolai,” you hissed, pulling your hand from his grasp. “Do you want me to mess up? I was in the middle of reforming your nose.”

He sighed, his hand falling back to his lap as you raised yours once more. You avoided his eyes, knowing you wouldn’t like what you saw in them.

Between the two of you, he was the more open with his feelings. For the past few weeks, he had continuously tried to corner you and get you to talk about whatever the two of you were. To try and figure things out. You had successfully avoided him thus far, but you knew you were dancing on thin ice.

It was only a matter of time before he recruited one of the twins to subdue you while he forced you to listen. You wouldn’t put it past him, and you knew for a fact Tolya would help him. Curse that hopeless romantic.

“You’re insufferable. And exhausting,” he told you as you grasped his chin gently between your fingers, turning his face this way and that to examine your handiwork.

“I know. You tell me quite often,” you remarked, nodding to yourself as you moved to focus your sights on his hair.

He sighed. Silence engulfed the two of you. It was almost smothering, full of unsaid words and the tension between the two of you. You were suddenly aware of how close you were to him– his knees caging you in as you stood between his spread legs. His face in your hands, his hands now on your waist.

“We keep dancing around this,” he said. You didn’t reply, choosing to focus more intently on the roots of his hair. “The whole crew thinks we’re sleeping together.”

That caught you off guard. You gave a snort, rolling your eyes. “Of course they do. You call me to your quarters in the night, every week. You always stare at me, especially when you think I’m not looking. And you’re handsy– you’ve always got a hand on my back or my shoulder or something.”

Nikolai chuckled. “Well, you’re one to talk. Every time you laugh at something I’ve said, you grab onto my arm and go ‘oh Sturmhond!’. And don’t act like you don’t stare, too.”

“I do not say ‘oh Sturmhond’,” you said, looking down at him. He grinned that same crooked smile.

“I know you’re thinking it. Probably thinking some other things, too. Like how you’d like to–”

“Shut up, or I’m going to give you a black eye.” You hissed, pulling his hair harder than you should’ve.

He laughed. “You wouldn’t. You like my face too much.”

“Im sick of it, actually,” you remarked. “I see it everyday.”

“If that were true, you wouldn’t be here.” He replied.

“You say that as if you’d let me leave. I’m the only tailor you’ve got.”

He shook his head. “That’s not the reason I wouldn’t let you leave, and we both know it.”

You dropped your hands as the last of his blond turned red. Your job here was done. There was nothing stopping you from bidding him goodnight and excusing yourself to your own cot. You knew he would drop it and let you go without another word, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You didn’t want to say anything.

“So now you’re keeping me prisoner?” You said, suddenly all too aware of his hands squeezing your waist.

“Maybe I am. At least until you admit you like me,” he said, and you scoffed.

“If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here–” you began, but he cut you off.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

He moved to stand. You tried to step back, but his hands on you kept you rooted to the spot. You looked up at him, heat rising to your cheeks. Your chests were touching now, and there were only inches between your lips and his.

“When are we going to stop playing this game?” He whispered, one of his hands moving from your waist to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“You like it too much to stop.” You retorted.

“I’d like honesty more,” he said, and you shook your head. “As much fun as playing cat and mouse is with you, I’m growing tired of chasing. And we both know you’re tired of running.”

His hands were on your hips as he swung you around the deck, a laugh on his lips as you clung to his shoulders. You couldn’t help but smile as he dipped you, your eyes meeting his. There were unspoken promises in his gaze– too many feelings, and you had to look away.

Others danced around you two as a few of the crew played some song you’d never heard on makeshift instruments. Laughter and conversation made it hard to think straight. Spirits were high– you’d all just succeeded in breaking through a Fjerdan blockade– and that called for a celebration.

“They’re all going to think we’re together,” you had told Nikolai as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the dance floor. He had laughed, leaning in close to whisper “let them” in your ear.

He had kissed you for the first time that night, after the party had subsided and everyone was asleep but the two of you. You had been talking quietly, watching the stars and listening to the waves, and he had kissed you and you had melted.

“Nikolai..” you sighed, your hands moving to rest on his shoulders. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“I don’t care,” he told you, and his heartbeat was as steady as it had ever been.

“I do,” you told him, meeting his gaze. “You can’t play pirate forever. What happens when you go back to Ravka, back to your family? You can’t marry me. I’m nobody– not a princess, not a diplomat. I’m an escaped servant who knows too much and would be imprisoned or executed for escaping.”

“Privateer,” he corrected, and you rolled your eyes. “And I’m the second son– a bastard second son. I’m already a disgrace in their eyes,” one of his hands moved to the small of your back, his thumb rubbing circles into the fabric of your shirt. “I can’t disappoint them any more than I have.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think of you now, they still won’t let me anywhere near you.” You replied, and he shook his head.

“Why are we even talking about this?” He asked. “We’re not in Ravka. We’re in the middle of the ocean, and no one cares what we do.”

He was right. You were far from Ravka and his family and your pasts. You were someone new, and he was, too. You weren’t an escaped servant– you were Sturmhond’s first mate. You were his most trusted friend– besides the twins– and you were the one he wanted.

And you wanted him, too.

“I don’t care about details,” he said, his voice low. “I don’t care about families or consequences or rumors. I care about you, about that little smile you always get before you win at cards, about how you let me drag you onto the dance floor while the crew stares, and how you put up with me more than you should.”

You didn’t say anything, too stunned for words.

“I would do anything,” he began, his face slowly inching towards yours. “To dance with you again. To kiss you again. To not hide behind stolen glances and little jabs at each other.”

“Nikolai,” you murmured, your eyes flitting down to his lips.

“Yes?” He asked as your eyes found his once more.

“Just shut up.” You said, and you closed the gap between the two of you, your lips meeting his.

Maybe nothing he said would be true in the morning. Maybe he would realize this was all a big mistake, but you didn’t care.

He was right. You were tired of running, and you were so glad he was tired of chasing.

And as you kissed, that heartbeat that you’d remembered after all these years– that you’d always remember– soared.

And you knew he wasn’t lying.

[anxietytwist]

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒔

“𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒚”

[ 𝟸𝟾 | 𝟻'𝟷𝟷" | Agender | Demi | ❤︎𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 ]

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⊰𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬⊱

ᴄᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴄʜᴀɴɪꜱᴍ: Experimenting ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ: 𝐶𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ... ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Knowledge ʙᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Strength & Speed

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⊰𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞⊱

𝗙𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝘌𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴/𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 “𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴” 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 & 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴—𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

“𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵” (they only wear dresses as a disguise or formal wear)

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𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗿

𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬, & 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘺; 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘰

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𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁

“𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝑴𝒚𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, & 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.”

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ꜱᴇx‣ AFAB ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ‣ They/Them ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ‣ 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑦 (w/ wider shoulders) ꜰᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ‣ 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ‣ 𝐷𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒 (they like it just fine, it's society that has an issue) ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀ‣ 𝐶𝑜𝑧𝑦 ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ‣ “𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.” ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ‣ “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦” ꜰᴀᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ɪɴꜰᴀᴍʏ‣ “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 & 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯.” ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏɴ ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴇᴛʏ‣ “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, & 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴—𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘺.”

They REALLY like birds, especially pigeons/doves 🐦

𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒏 is part of their family, almost as close as a sister they grew up with would be 🥺 (she provides them with a lot of comfort just by being at their side)

They always keep some chocolate on hand for 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒏 (to help with her hangry moods) 🍫

The matching lockets are modeled after compasses so that the 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒔 siblings “can always find each other in the end” 🧭

Occasionally, smokes (typically when they're experiencing intense emotions) 🚬

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌'𝒔 voice can best be described as “rich & husky” 🗣

Despite being exceptionally observant, they have a blind spot when it comes to their own “feelings”, it takes them a while to realize that they like™ 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆... & even longer to understand that he actually likes™ them back (𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒐𝒏 just watches the 2 of them, flustering each other, on the sidelines like: 🤭)

They enjoy teasing 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆, all in good fun, of course, NEVER with any malice 😘 (𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 is a dear friend & hopefully more to them)

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 is considered “unconventionally attractive” (they grew into their looks after puberty), despite viewing themselves as the EXACT opposite (“monstrous” enough that they avoid their own reflection unless deemed absolutely necessary 😔)

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 has severe body dysmorphia, independent of their pre-existing gender dysphoria 🏳️‍⚧️ (these both contribute to their utter disbelief that 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 truly reciprocates their “romantic” feelings)

For breakfast, they always have apple-cinnamon-porridge & a coffee (with milk + sugar) 🥣☕

They always wear flat or low-heeled footwear, as they're an extremely clumsy individual (they have a very hard time succeeding when feats of finesse & coordination are required 😵‍💫)

As someone who already suffers from intrusive thoughts & suicidal idealization, 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆'𝒔 careless words at 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗯 deeply wounded them (harsh words from strangers can easily be brushed-off & forgotten by them... but those delivered by “friends” always leave a lasting scar 🥲)

When in public or around those they're uncertain about 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 is extremely mindful about how they're perceived (ALWAYS trying to be viewed as perfectly “proper”), however, when in private with those they truly trust they relax & allow their true personality to shine through

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 is very passionate about their sense of fashion (it's really the only part of their “apperance” they find little fault in) 👗

They have only a theoretical understanding in the “ways of the flesh” (they've NEVER been familiar enough with anybody to awaken such feelings... until 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 came into their life 😳🔞)

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⚝ Her 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦

Character creator used: @ummmmandy

[offbeat-manga-ships]

OU NO KEMONO: ENPEI NO ARCANA / 王の獣～掩蔽のアルカナ～ / THE KING’S BEAST by Touma Rei / 藤間麗 • chapter 15

[the-gladiolus]

Tips For Passing as Male I Accidentally Stumbled Upon While Minding My Own Genderfluid Business:

(Btw everyone deserves to be gendered correctly no matter how they act, these are just some tips that you may try if you would like.)

1. Keep your posture open. Feet shoulder width apart and pointing out, shoulders back, chest forward, energy all directed outward. Even though you may think openness makes your chest or stature more obvious, the energy/confidence is what people notice first, not the content.

2. That said, you don’t have to hold yourself like a peacock the whole time. I’ve learned that people go off the assumption they make when first meeting you, and then don’t really look again - so if the first thing they see is a cis guy, you can relax after that, they rarely double check.

3. When it seems appropriate, offer a handshake when meeting people, especially other guys, and hold a little tighter than is strictly natural. I know it sounds stupid, but it goes far; I’ve been offered more handshakes by guys these past 2 years of somewhat masc presentation than I have all 16 previous years combined. Guys just be shakin hands w/ each other

4. Again, when it makes sense, consider “dapping up” a guy if you know each other, traditionally when you part ways. To do this, proffer your dominant hand in a loose C shape like you’re holding an invisible cup, and when they clasp theirs with yours, lift the hands a few inches in the air and then lower them and release on the way down (sometimes accompanied by opposite hand on the tricep/shoulder, I.e. bro hug. Istg the things men do 💀)

5. If you have the space and it won’t annoy anyone, manspread a bit when you sit

6. Keep your head lifted when you’re out in public - makes your jaw look broader and suggests confidence, I.e. keeping posture open

7. If you want your voice to sound lower, try humming a low note while you’re alone to see how that feels in your throat and know where that timbre comes from in your chest. It’s easier to regulate your voice on command when you experiment, find the strings to pull in yourself to bring out the low sound.

8. Consider peppering in an “as much as the next guy” in conversation. Subtle phrase, but stakes your claim clearly

9. Exude some extra anti-shyness around guys. Make a point to nod to them in greeting and make eye contact like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Little gestures of brazenness go a long way to say “we’re the same”

10. When speaking to a group of guys, try matching their vocal patterns and tone: if they say “like” and “dude” a lot for example, pepper those in too. This works in all situations actually, it will make you seem agreeable and similar to anyone, but it especially works well when you’re trying to blend in with a crowd

11. Clothes with flannel and wool are really good for disguising characteristics you might want to hide

12. Try darkening these areas (outlined in blue) of your face with eyeshadow a bit darker than your skin tone. Eyeshadow blends with skin texture better than things like foundation and it’s hard to smudge, so it’s usually unnoticeable while it adds depth and sharpness to these areas.

[yanderes-galore]

I'm so happy MLP is open because I read them roughly 50 times. Each.

Anywayyyyy

What about a rivalry between Sombra and Chrysalis rivalry??

Ohhhh, I love this idea! I'm not on the Grogar season yet so this is me mostly making comparisons with research.

Yandere! King Sombra with Pegasus! Darling

Yandere! Queen Chrysalis with Pegasus! Darling

Yandere! Queen Chrysalis vs King Sombra

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Manipulation, Stalking, Hypnotism, Kidnapping, Violence, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship.

This is a cool rivalry for me due to their differences in how they go about their obsession.

It's also neat because they're both enemies of the Crystal Empire in their debut.

What may make them clash is the differences in their courting/possession of their darling.

I don't have a general concept for them but ironically they both have a concept with a Pegasus darling on here so there's that-

Queen Chrysalis feeds off the love radiating from her darling.

She does anything she can to get it, even to the point of disguising as a friend or lover to get it.

She's sneaky and farms your love and adoration along with using her magic to hypnotize you into giving more.

She finds your love tastes the sweetest which makes her want even more.

She'll be any type you want if it means she gets to have a feast.

Plus her changelings keep a close eye on you.

She's possessive and replaces those around you with her hive.

She'll do anything to keep your love on her while masquerading as your lover.

Eventually she doesn't just love you for the magic, she loves you because she's addicted to you.

Then there's King Sombra... something completely different.

As you can tell his way of obsession clashes with Queen Chrysalis.

He's a pony made into shadow, a unicorn king who controls ponies through fear.

He is controlling of you through his magic and likes to make you fear him more than love him willingly.

He is the opposite of Queen Chrysalis' plan of being subtle.

How is she supposed to feed off your love if King Sombra keeps controlling you with fear to keep you to himself?

This is what makes them fight as they are both quite possessive.

They could never share as they conflict too much.

They are both manipulative and possessive, a dangerous combo when they are in a rivalry.

Queen Chrysalis no doubt tries to make you trust her more.

Are you scared of the umbral king? That's okay...

Still under the disguise of your lover she pulls you in closer, hiding you away while she feasts on your love.

Meanwhile King Sombra does whatever he can to expose Queen Chrysalis.

Scared of him? Well... you should be more scared of your lover.

They're using you... that's not even their true self.

Somehow Sombra would knock Chrysalis out of her disguise to make you run back to him.

There's no winning this scenario for you.

You don't want to pick either of them but they aren't going to give you a choice.

Eventually either Sombra will materialize and take you away or Chrysalis will send changelings to drag you back to her home.

They no doubt would fight often.

Queen Chrysalis has the advantage in numbers but King Sombra has powerful magic.

They both watch you quietly before finding time to strike.

Even if one acts first, the other will storm them soon after.

Queen Chrysalis is nearly losing it as King Sombra ruined her plan.

They both can use magic to control you but they're constantly countering each other's magic.

You're dragged between the two villains with no possible means of escape.

You can only hope the Princess of Friendship helps you...

Surely she can get rid of them and save you, right?

[seesree]

Mulan & Anuradha 🐉

I have noticed a pattern in Anuradha where the Anuradha main character has to disguise themself as the opposite gender for personal reasons. And it makes a lot of sense considering Saturn is disguising and role reversal which Claire Nakti has explored in her Cinderella video full on.

In Mulan, a young girl took the position of a man to protect her father from going to the war and risk her own life to swap with him. In the military, she is confronted with challenges which she has to conquer. Sounds very Saturnian right? If you watched the Cinderella Video.

Mulan was voiced by Anuradha Sun, Ming Na Wen and was directed by Anuradha Moon, Tony Brancroft. Its interesting how the Anuradha energy carried out in Mulan(Live Action) as well which was directed by Anuradha Moon, Niki Caro.

In She’s The Man, A Young girl Viola disguises herself as her twin brother. I don’t have much summary about the movie but it was directed by a Anuradha Moon native again, Andy Fickman 

lets just hope and wait for Claire to explore Anuradha. I am legit so excited

p.s there is also dragon symbolism in Anuradha

Another gender swapping movie but this time it’s directed by a Pushya ASC, George Cuckor. Its interesting to note Krittika Woman tend to play the main lead while it’s a Anuradha/Saturn idea for disguising

[transfemmbeatrice]

i think that house and wilson are both keenly aware of the way they wear masculinity like a costume but in polar opposite ways.

wilson is constantly trying to appear non-threatening, sweet, likable, trustworthy—and masculine (a particular type of masculinity). everything he does he’s asking himself “is this normal? is this what a man would do? is this masculine?” he wants to get a Good Grade in being a man. (i think this is true regardless of whether or not he is cis.) and all of that is earnest but it also props up his attempt to achieve the white picket fence paradise he thinks he wants. his masculinity serves as a disguise to draw women in because he’s soooo nice and soft!! while all the time it’s masking that he is a terrible husband.

house is much more aware of gender dynamics than he lets on. he plays the part of a misogynist (the same way he plays the part of an often bigoted asshole in general, which he does for many reasons) as a way to Be Masculine. he knows he wields power as a (white) man and he leans on that constantly; it’s not JUST that he’s a genius that lets him get away with so much, though that is often also essential. i don’t think he actually cares that much about many of the markers of masculinity but he performs them as part of his elaborate facade to mask his true self, as a way to intimidate and bully and get what he wants, but nevertheless mocks other men for their masculinity (wilson included) because he knows it’s all bullshit. it’s just bullshit that frequently serves his purposes. he is very clear that he’s intimately familiar with how anyone “abnormal” is treated, and his reaction to this is half to deliberately shove his “otherness” (usually his disability) in peoples faces to make them uncomfortable, and half to conceal it so he doesn’t have to fucking deal with the bullshit accompanying it.

which is why, imo, wilson gets uncomfortable when people thinks he’s gay (he’s not masculine enough!) while house leans into gay jokes (this doesn’t matter, i can always get my masc cred back later if i need it.)

[velvetvexations]

It's been awhile since I elaborated on my gender feelings, and I've had a lot of further thoughts, so here's a post about that. It's kinna unfocused. I don't really have many segues between points, I'm just throwing stuff out there. Maybe I'll edit it into something more readable later.

I identify with both the words "male" and "woman" because I feel them both about equally, intertwined, and sex and gender are equally arbitrarily. Most trans women are female, and like, that's great for them, but I'm not. I'm a male and I'm happy to be a male. While the word "man" is completely alien to me and I have having it applied to me, I do feel a strong kinship with other queer males, particuarly trans men and gay cis men.

One could theoretically call me bisexual, but I don't really vibe with being bi. When I'm with someone who also identifies as male, I'm a gay male, and when I'm with someone who identifies as female, I'm a straight male. I feel very strongly about that, not because I have anything against bi people, who are all very lovely, but being a gay male and a straight male at once is very key to how I experience gender.

I actually feel very seen when TERFs talk about trans women being parodies of femininity, and feeling insulted by the appropriation of womanhood as a costume. Other trans women aren't anything like that, but actually, my womanhood is very much satirical, and people who are offended by that should be offended by me. I am mocking women and femininity when I put on a skirt and call myself a woman, at least to ones who find that insulting in the first place.

If you're a cis woman who isn't offended by the idea of someone AMAB wearing a skirt, there's nothing offensive about me, but for someone for whom that constitutes an insult, yes, good, that's what I'm going for! Be insulted! I am parodying you. Especially when I dress up in hyper-pink frilly sissy outfits. "Bleh, look at me, this is what a woman is lol!"

You'd think people who consider themselves gender abolitionists would be more onboard with the idea of parodying gender. But a lot of TRFs are also offended by me in the opposite direction, though they disguise it as parternalistic worry over my "self-hate."

I would probably be the most normie woman ever if I had been allowed to transition when I was younger, but I wasn't, and now I'm the pornsick male crossdresser some other women, both cis and trans, feel extistentially threatened by. And TRFs take that as me indulging in self-hate, when it's entirely love for who I am. I like being a pornsick male crossdresser and calling my womanhood fake and artificial. I'm a fake and artificial person.

You'd think people who talk about themselves as robot girls all the time would be on board with this, but they use robots as a tortured metaphor for their victimhood, whereas it's much more empowering for me, and tbh goes a lot harder.

The thing is, yes, I'm a pornsick male crossdresser who performs womanhood much the same way a clown performs at a circus, but there's nothing underneath that! A statue of a woman is a fake woman but that doesn't make the statue a man. I simply am the idea of artificial womanhood, stripped of what makes that cute and gender validating for people really into that doll kink universe. I'm built with the wrong parts, big and hairy, with a deep voice, and when people see me they see a fake woman, and that makes me kick my legs in the air because that's what I am. Still not a man. Just a fake woman.

That doesn't mean everyone with those traits is a fake woman. Gender is inherently fake and not real and has no rules. The same person could be a he/him or a she/her or a xi/xir and you would never know because it's just an internal thing. Only you can decide if you're a man or a woman or whatever, or if you're male or female or both or neither.

And my gender, in many ways, is the embodiment of the transmisogynistic caricature. If you're cool about very butch trans women my existence shouldn't be insulting to you and you just move on, but some trans women are really bothered by that, and like with cis women, it's like, okay lol, good. Be insulted. I am parodying all womanhood, you're included in that, you're welcome. I am a nexus of misogyny for people who want so badly to see misogyny in another person dressing and performing gender the wrong way. I am a living monument of spite towards anyone who wants to control the self-expression of others based on their own insecurities. And in the course of my being a gay clown who calls myself a woman, I will make gender into a balloon animal, and everyone else - the ones who accept and encourage freedom of self-expression in others, who know that nothing I do for myself has to have implications for them - will be delighted.

[mizuki-foreshadowing]

Mizuki's Favorite Outfit

When Mizuki gets invited to a celebrity picnic with idols Hinomori Shizuku and Momoi Airi, she makes sure to wear her favorite outfit! We actually get to see what that outfit is, and it's not the one her sprite is dressed in.

It's referenced a few times throughout What's On Your Mind - Exciting Picnic that Mizuki wore her favorite outfit to the picnic.

In Journey to Bloom, we see the scene where she stumbles and falls while running to find someone who can save Ena and Airi, and we can actually see it isn't the outfit she's wearing on her sprite.

We get a perfect look at the outfit in her 4-star card, Mizuki: Between Feelings and Reality, and we can see Mizuki's favorite outfit is relatively subdued, tasteful, and, very interestingly, relatively gender-neutral.

The jacket does lean femme, and she's wearing a shirt which does two seemingly opposite things. It doesn't disguise the shape of her torso, but it does make sure to cover her neck. Her shirt also seems to be a very subtle Love Is Love pride shirt.

I don't actually know what to make of it. If it were me and I were a huge fan of idols getting to meet them in person, I might be nervous my own femininity would clash with or pale next to people who, in my eyes, simply embody it. I might be scared I'd suddenly stick out if I were seen in a group with them also dressed unambiguously femme.

But there's a little more to it, I think. Mizuki doesn't know what to expect from the idols when she meets them. Mizuki is troubled as Airi draws attention to wanting to call Mizuki by her first name. No prior dialogue puts Mizuki's sprite in this facial expression; this is Mizuki's reaction to Airi's question.

An important detail is Airi doesn't append anything to 'Mizuki'. This, plus Mizuki's expression gives some context for Shizuku saying 'Mizuki-chan' with the amount of emphasis she does. Her doing so instantly puts Mizuki at ease, even though, in theory, Mizuki never had anything to worry about from this question in the first place, since we (who have Airi and Shizuku's point of view) already knew it was well-intentioned.

Personally, I think Mizuki's surprised exclamation is her shock at being validated as a girl by such a beautiful idol as Shizuku.

Many times when Mizuki fangirls over idols, she'll make sure to talk about how cute they are, which acts to cast how much of a superfan of idols she is in the same light as her loving cute clothing and decorations. But I think given wherever she'd thought Airi was going with her question, and potentially, the outfit she wore if it wasn't entirely true it was her favorite outfit, that Mizuki is a little insecure she doesn't like idols in the same way girl fans of idols do (despite the way that she fangirls being almost identical to the way that Minori does) and had accepted beforehand she might be received by them as that kind of fan.