#doublefolds

[fairymint]

“ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

i think it's cute when ppl are honest about ships; at least on an individual level. saying this certain muse or character is attractive or appealing is great!

less so about passive stuff or over-general stuff; i don't want to go so far as bash, but sometimes stuff feels... underhanded whether people mean it or not, objectifying.

asking which muses are of a single gender, suddenly changing oc details, suggesting very silly and generic shit that's OOC for the muse; stuff like that without saying much of a word upfront or acknowledgement; when it's not a core part of their muse.

so i think my comfort is a little medium; get to know them a little bit, doesn't have to be a lot! This is more of a personal preference than anything, and might not be 100%

anyways, OCxCanon, selfships, fankids, i love shit like that!

[ferinehuntressmoved]

◈　@shimmerbeasts　[ ⋯ ]　unprompted Ask . 　☾ ⸻　"Have we found it yet?!" Wolf was impatient. Lamb could feel it, though she did not know what it was like to be impatient. She could only see it in Wolf's twists and turns as he circled her, jaws opening and closing like he wanted to eat the very air around them. "I am afraid not, my dear Wolf. It hides from us. Which is why we are here." On cloven hooves, Lamb approached the house. It belonged to one Caitlyn Lavender Mizuki of House Kiramman. A valiant and brave woman, yet with ferocity underneath her civil posture. She had long split free from the diplomatic order, which had shackled her and which had summoned them more often than not to swiftly end lives, whose final moments had been grievous and painful. Wolf had raged far more about the murderers than the victims for they hardly fled. He was certain the murderers would flee. Murderers always ran from them. Guilty conscience gave you a heavy heart but much faster legs. Lamb rose her slim hand about to knock before she lingered. "Wolf", Lamb said, "We must make ourselves look more common." Wolf chuckled behind her. "So she may not be frightened?" "So she may not be frightened. Remember. We are not here for her. We are here to locate it." Swiftly, Lamb transformed in her appearance. Her soft, silvery-white wool was replaced with pink skin, long, beautiful velvet robes, a thick fur collar, long purple hair, two horns spouting from her head and Wolf's mask morphed into something more resembling the moon with red highlights. Wolf shrunk in size until he looked far more like an ordinary dog, black pelt and silver muzzle. Even his legs made him seem like he wore silver shoes. Icy blue eyes met Lamb's barely visible behind her mask. Without further ado, Lamb knocked at the office's door.

"Are you serious?" Caitlyn's voice broke out, sitting at her desk as she looked toward the older man. The piltovan was finely dressed, in a white suit with his polished black hair glazed with creams and oils. The man stood pristine as if he owned the office rather than the Kiramman in front of him as she stood up, staring down at him now as she took over the power of her building. Her eyes narrowed, a slight sneer against the edge of her lips as she walked around the desk and sat on the corner of her desk. "You thought I would spy on your daughter?"

"Well, that's what you are here for, aren't you?" His arrogant tone left his lips as he smiled and put down the bag of money on the table. "I'm sure I can provide plenty of gold to convince you. You tell me who she is meeting with, what she is doing, and I can pay you a vast amount of gold," That was enough to set the nerve in the corner of her brow to twitch.

"Let me remind you, my name is Caitlyn. Kiramman, remember," Caitlyn stated firmly and pointed her finger toward him. "The amount of wealth you have is a penny-licking compared to what I own. So your money means nothing to me, and your arrogance doublefold. Perhaps  your tongue would be of better use licking the dirt off my floor than talking to me as if we have something in common,"

Suddenly the noble's eyes glared, and opened his mouth. "you dare tal--,"

"Oh, I dare. I could ruin you in two sentences, and my partner could ruin your face for added measure. So take your money and get out. Now!" Caitlyn grabbed the bag of coins and threw it into his chest as the aristocrat huffed and pocketed his money before walking out. Caitlyn let out a sigh, rolling her eyes as she pushed the chair in. "I bet his daughter is striking out because he's so damn paranoid she might have a girlfriend," Caitlyn half chuckled, hoping the girl continued her rebellious ways against this noble. She picked up the paper, tearing it apart several times before dropping it into a trash can and dusting her hands of the privilege some of the nobles thought they had that they could buy her to do things like this. She had far more important matters to deal with than their arrogance.

Moving over, she finished making her tea and poured it into a cup before hearing another knock on the door. "Oh bloody hell, it better not be that noble coming back to try and convince me more," Caitlyn set the tea down, dusting her hands against her pants as she moved over to open the door. What she spotted wasn't a noble but a young woman with purple hair (or at least feminine features) and a black dog. What stood out the most was the masks upon the two, brilliant red eyes from both that she swore looked not just at her but through her soul. Chills shivered up her spine and she opened up the door, sensing the presence of someone far greater than her own.

"Good afternoon," The pleasant tone left her lips, showing no disrespect as she pulled back the door. "Please, come in," Once the two had entered, Caitlyn shut the door behind them, and walked over toward her desk, waving her hand toward the spare chair for Lamb and settling into her own across from her.

"What can I help you with today?" A sense of awe lingered on Caitlyn's mind, a memory months ago she vividly could not forget. The gnashing of teeth, the tenderness of a voice. The feeling of ethereal essence whirls in the wind before her. She dipped in her chair, pushing the tea to the side with a little wisp of steam from the hot liquid. The aroma of spice and cinnamon filled the air, though Caitlyn's attention fully concentrated on the two masked individuals before her.

Could it be?

[like-it-or-not-i-am-alive]

2 MONTHS ON T

Heeyy! I'm a couple of days late posting this... But hey, I'm here aren't I?

I've had a dosage change from .2mL to .4mL! My testosterone levels are now in lower male ranges.

For me, outward changes are minimal. No changes that are noticeable enough to arouse questions from people out of the loop.

However, my voice is definitely dropping. I've had several people ask if I'm sick. The voice cracks are otherworldly. Heck, I couldn't even go "woo" at a performance I was watching. It just came out as a shrill whistle instead.

That being said, I used the "voice tools" app to see where my ranges are, and for the most part, they're in male range! I've always had a very androgynous voice that, depending on the situation, would go either way. I think that definitely works in my favour. It's still on the high side of male voice tones, but!! I'll take it! I don't want a very deep voice personally.

Singing poses a serious challenge for me, though. Even on days or times when my voice seems the same as pre-T or no voice cracks are present. I can't get to my same usual notes. Which!! Frustrates me but is understandable. I am working on continuing that control with pitch.

I find that singing defaults in my chest now, compared to my head like prior.

I am growing more hair on my body. Especially on my stomach. The places where hair already grew on my face is becoming more plentiful. In most lightings, you can't notice the faint starter stash on my lip, but I see it more. Enough that I shave it to avoid my parents noticing. Honestly, that light mustache is kinda cute!! But I don't really like facial hair for myself.

I have also noticed a change in scent. My natural body odour is definitely less pleasant than before. As well as odour in senstive places being different. For someone who struggles with these kinds of changes, it's been a little rough. My partner insists that I likely smell fine, but I feel less certain.

Something odd that I've noticed is that my sensory issues are increased. I've always had sensory issues with my palms, and now it seems to be doublefold. Super unfortunate. Can't tell if it's the T or not, though.

I will not talk about bottom growth today; just know all is well.

Other than that, there are no more recent updates!

Unless something significant occurs before then, I will likely not update until the four month marker! I will keep you all posted!

Thanks for reading!

[d3yja]

[ alina kovalenko, cis woman, she/her, 1000+ ] we've known [ HEL ] forever now, the deity of [ DEATH ] has been in Novigrad for [ 100+ YEARS, GIVE OR TAKE ]. They're known to be [ MORBID ] and [ INSOUCIANT ]. We find it fascinating that after all these years they [ ARE NEUTRAL ABOUT ] the humans and have been working as a [ PELLAR ]. They often remind us of [ A FACE HALF-HIDDEN BY A DARK VEIL, THE BRIGHT EYES THE ONLY THING TRULY VISIBLE BENEATH ; A HAND AROUND A FINE GOLDEN THREAD, PULLING ; DEATH COMES FOR ALL SOME DAY, AND SHE GREETS YOU WITH COOL EYES AND A SLIGHT SMILE. ]. Our thread has already been woven on what their future is looking like, but we're eager to see them experience it.

tropes ; all are equal in death, no animosity in the afterlife, chess with death, the problem with fighting death (is that you will eventually lose), don't fear the reaper, psychopomp, we all die someday, death and the maiden.

you have always been, in some ways. humanity has always feared death, and you've never understood it. death is no scarier than life. their lives are tawdry things full of illness, injury, betrayal, anger, fear. why would they be more afeared of what comes after? you like to think yourself not CRUEL. the inevitable can never be cruel. you do not fret over the humans plights, but you've never encouraged them, either. NO MATTER WHAT, YOU WILL RECEIEVE THEM IN THE END.

your own kind are as petty and squabbling as the humans, and it forever grates upon you. perhaps it's because should they die, you will see them within your own domain as readily as humanity. maybe they fear you, too. so their lands are scarcely where you spend your time, preferring to either remain in your realm or among the humans that would flee in terror doublefold if they knew who you were ; first because you are a god, second because you are death. they cannot see truths the way you can, though, and they do not see through the disguise you wear.

the disguise is that of a pellarwoman on the outskirts of novigrad. you move, sometimes, so they don't become overly suspicious - - - when you return it's with a story of coming back to take the place of a grandmother, or a great-grandmother, or an aunt who once was a pellarwoman here as well. you sell herbal remedies and offer wisdom derived from bone-throwing. if you become bored you leave. when you become bored elsewhere you return. there has always been a young pellarwoman just outside novigrad. there likely always will be.

when murmurs of wanting war between gods and humans found you, you shrugged your shoulders and carried on with your day, tending the garden outside your human home and not letting it worry you. there is always some war. perhaps that's CALLOUS of you. there's always a war, even when there isn't one declared. there are always scores of the dead passing through the gates to your home. what is another war? what are more dead humans and more dead gods to you, when you will keep them someday besides?

wanted connections are ; mortals who are a little onto her, mortals who come to her for aid and guidance as a pellar, gods who do not like that hel is neutral / that she is indifferent, gods who are also neutral, gods trying to sway her to one side or the other - having death on your side can never be a bad thing, a romance with someone who makes her reconsider her worldview, enemies, good friends.

[candacehughes]

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[cacaitos]

like zankyou (spoilers, i guess), the like textual unanbiguous trans woman is just a woman that wants to scape the yakuza she's been tied and abused by and if our mc guy with a gun is the chance to do so then so be it lol. while the mc is someone moving aimlessly through life the girl wants to leave to the city and in the way they end up caring for her sister's child, that she actually wants to parent despite the dire circumstances. and despite mc insisting his detachment for either of them, when the girl gets killed before getting to the city, in a way he comes to somewhat carry her cross so to speak: living in the city, taking care of the child almost like a single mother and basically living the life of a trans woman himself ((cause he doesnt correct anyone of the contrary, doesnt seem to care to, either) also he looks quite similar to her)), in the project to kill the yakuza in her stead. so in the end it's a doublefold between gaining an objective and purpuse of his? own while basically keeping her alive figuratively and achieving their goals even to the cost of death, but also tangentially continuing the cycle of violence through their pseudo son (bc it's a bitter/sweet? end)

like zankyou isnt like all that deep and this is only what pertains the trans reading/elements of the story cuz theres a lot of other bs going on on that manga that i dont got idea what theyre for but alas. however continuing from the above paragraph, on a less congratulatory note, the character the mc stays with when going to the city, the 'mama' type character that gives him a job and basically 'trains him im womanly charms'/passing, in contrast to the initial girl and the could-pass-for-a-woman mc, gets painted more closer to negative transmisogynistic traits in design and personality, that are very much a downer from what the author had been doing so far...

see the thing of trans characters on seinen it's that it's a high risk investment bc while yes the results can be very varied and already riding on seinen/shonen storytelling strengths the thing is that since they dont even bother to be like decent or good people even on unrelated matters lol they will also will Nawt gaf about dropping the most aggressive transphobia of the two so like. check if you're good at math.

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[heavybloodline]

the song ‘nothin’’ is about drug use but i think about old john and it always faintly plays in the bg

[garbage86]

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Samsung Galaxy Z Fold 3, Galaxy Z Flip 3 and ‘double-folding’ phones have tried to launch this year

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[bea-lele-carmen]

Hey mama, when you leave Don't leave a thing behind I don't want nothin' Can't use nothin'

Take care into the hall And if you see my friends Tell them I'm fine Not using nothin'

Almost burned out my eyes Threw my ears down to the floor I didn't see nothin' I didn't hear nothin'

I stood there like a block of stone Knowin' all I had to know And nothin' more Man, that's nothin'

As brothers our troubles are Locked in each others arms And you better pray That they never find you

'Cause your back ain't strong enough For burdens doublefold They'd crush you down Down into nothin'

Being born is going blind And bowing down a thousand times To echoes strung On pure temptation

Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things And the only words That are worth rememberin'