#first one is like putting cis next to your pronouns

[infiniteimaginings]

Can you do a transmale!reader x Harry Hook/Uma

(if you do multiple characters)

Where reader is chosen with the main four in the first movie (kid of Jack Sparrow) and leaves. He’s part of Uma’s crew. And when he’s chosen in the first movie, he’s pre-T or anything like it.

Then the second movie comes along and reader goes back to the isle with the others to bring back Mal. But he really goes because he wants to see his pirates. Except now he’s been on T for about a year now and had his surgeries. So they don’t recognize him and kidnap him along with Ben.

Anddddd I can’t really think of anything else after that. So…have fun with it! Preferably a happy ending, with lots of fluff and sweetness.

Pre-established Uma/Harry and Reader didn’t come out to them before leaving so as far as Uma/Harry know, Reader is a cis woman. So it’s a surprise when he finally tells him who he really is.

And yeah, that’s all. It’s alright if you don’t write it, I’d understand. Thanks!

Are we supposed to know you? (Uma x TransMale!Reader x Harry Hook)

Summary: You were sent off with the other Vk's to Auradon and when you come back to retrieve Mal, you're changed. You of course go back for Mal, but it's mainly to see the people you left and to tell them you're home. What happens when they don't recognize you and see you as a threat, just like Ben. How will they know you're who you say you are? Pronouns: You/Yours, She/Her (In mentions from Uma and Harry), He/Him Warnings: None Word Count: 2.7k A/N: (Long A/N) Act like Jefferson doesn't exist, I forgot he existed lol. Also, I won't lie, I started this at one o'clock in the morning, and was contemplating how on earth I make this fluff when they don't recognize him and kidnap him. So, unfortunately I didn't get lots of fluff into it, I apologize, I will write a part two to this little thing just for you with only fluff in it. I hope I did the general idea justice, if I didn't, I apologize. Lots of love! <333 (Even if I explained it, you guys would not understand how frustrated I've been with tumblr and my computer. I'm so sorry for how late this is, I've been upset because I had to delay it. It's here now though.)

When Mal came to you , talking about the Isle, you couldn't help but get excited. Your eyes lit up and your smile got wider at the thought of discussing it. Mal noticed your obvious signs of wanting to continue the conversation so she sat down next to you on the bed, looking out the open curtains where the students of Auradon Prep walked. The blonde girl looked over to you, the tips of her hair their typical purple. She sighed and looked back down, messing with her fingers, “Do you ever feel like…” She paused, unable to express how she felt in words. It would’ve been easier for her if you were the first person she went to, but you weren’t.

She went to Evie, Jay, Carlos, but none of them could understand where she was coming from. It was as if everyone was happy with their new lives, but her.

Mal groaned, putting her head into her hands, unable to speak anymore.

You looked at her curiously, placing a hand on her back and rubbing small circles into it. “You wanted to talk about the island…right?” You asked her, tilting your head to see her expression. She removed her hands and nodded, not looking at you. “Yeah.”

“Is it because…you miss it?”

There was a pause, as if the room itself stilled, as if the world stopped. You moved your hand a bit just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of magic freezing everything. 

Mal sat up straight, swallowing hard, “I don’t miss the island itself.” She confessed, making eye contact with you, “I miss who I was.” She explained, taking a deep breath, “Do you get what I mean?”

You looked at her blankly, tilting your head as you looked down at yourself. 

As you did so, she opened her mouth before closing it immediately. She shook her head and laughed, slapping your arm lightly. “You know what I mean!”

“Hey, I didn’t even say anything!” You chuckled out, putting an arm around her, placing your head on hers. “But…” You began, rubbing her arm softly as she leaned into you, “I do get where you’re coming from.”

Mal looked up, her eyes a bit water, “You do?”

You nodded with a smile, “We went from a life of no no structure, doing whatever we want, enjoying life to…” You blew air out of your mouth, sighing heavily, “Rules, etiquette, expectations.” 

The girl next to you stiffened at the last word before she relaxed, leaning more into your shoulder. “I just miss….” She trailed off, shaking her head.

“You miss the freedom.”

“Yeah, I miss the freedom.”

You nodded, thinking for a moment. Soon enough, you removed your arm from her and turned to her, “Then, get it back.”

“What?”

“Show everyone that you still deserve your freedom.” You explained, moving your hands with your words. “We didn’t stop being villain kids just because we started going to Auradon.” You continued watching as her eyes got bigger, “You don’t have to fit into these boxes people are trying to force us into.” You told her, shaking your head, “If they don’t understand that, then they never really understood you.”

Your words seemed to have gotten to Mal as she stood up quickly, a small smile on her face. “I needed that, thank you.” She told you, inhaling softly as she turned to the door to walk out.

You waved and mumbled a small ‘you’re welcome’ once the door was closed since she gave you no time to. 

You didn’t think much of it, you just assumed she would do something to show people that she was still herself even if she wasn’t ‘evil’, or necessarily ‘good’. 

Well, you didn’t think much of it until the next day when the VK group and Ben bursted into your room. You jumped, shoving a paper under your pillow as you clutch your chest. “Last I checked, knocking wasn’t a foreign concept.”

Evie mumbled a small apology as the rest stood with apologetic but serious faces.

You sat up since the air was so tense, tossing your legs over the bed to stand in front of them, “What’s up?”

“Mal left for the Isle.” Carlos blurted out, blinking rapidly as he looked everywhere but you.

Ben looked down with a guilty face, a frown placed on his lips. “We had a fight…” He mumbled, “She said I didn’t understand how…” He paused, clearing his throat, “She said I didn’t understand her.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open at the realization and of the conversation you had with her.

Jay noticed your expression and knitted his brows together, “What?”

A harsh cough left your throat as you looked away from them, “I might’ve had something to do with that.”

The group simultaneously yelled, “What?!”

Your hands raised in an automatic surrender, “Hey, she came to me talking about the Isle,” You began your explanation, “and I miss my

Evie wasn’t pleased to say the least, she crossed her arms with a raised brow. “We are your people.”

You almost laughed, but given the situation you decided not to. “I miss my people.” You specified, your words reminding the group that all of you weren’t exactly the bestest of friends back on the island.

They couldn’t say anything, they knew you were right. Ben didn’t exactly get the message, and that reminded you all of why you were gathered in the first place.

You agreed to go to the Isle to help Mal.

You agreed, but you weren’t really going to help Mal. She lived there her entire life, you knew she would be fine. She knows her way around the island, she practically ran it. You weren’t going to the Island to help Mal, you were going home.

Once all of you reached the island, you thought you would all spread out to find Mal…that wasn’t the case. You all went in a suspiciously large group to find the daughter of Maleficent, something you thought was stupid.

You thought it was stupid, but you all still found where she was hiding out and Ben went to talk to her.

Evie, Jay, and Carlos all talked to each other as you scanned the area, kicking the ground slightly as time passed by. You were barely on the island and now you all were going to leave. It wasn’t how you wanted things to go, nothing was how you wanted to go.

Ben walked out and before anyone could question him, he walked straight past you guys. Everyone looked at each other and you sighed, “I’ll get him.” You grumbled, jogging after him.

“Ben!” You yelled, trying to catch up to him. “Ben, wait up!” You yelled once again, finally reaching him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “What happened? Why are you so upset?”

“She doesn’t want to come with us, all of this was for nothing.” Ben spoke harshly, ripping his beanie off his head and throwing it to the ground.

You sighed, picking the beanie up, dusting it off. “Ben, do me a favor.”

“What!”

“Look around right now.” You told him, gripping the beanie tightly. He looked at you confused but you repeated, “Look around right now.”

Ben regulated his breathing, calming down enough to look around. It was cramped, cluttered, dirty even. It wasn’t properly cared for but the people around seemed to be having a good time nonetheless. 

When he looked back at you, you were looking at the children running around, trying to find a way to pick-pocket Ben. “This is how we grew up Ben…” You mumbled, finally making eye contact with Ben, “You can’t expect Mal, the daughter of the biggest villain who was on this island, to just snap into a princess.” You explained to him, shaking your head.

Ben turned, looking at the area around, “I didn’t realize…” He whispered, eyes flickering to something new the more he looked. 

When the son of Belle and the Beast turned around to face you again, you were nowhere to be found. He turned around quickly, breath picking up the pace as he looked for you, “Where’d you go?” He called out, spinning in a circle until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He let out a sigh of relief, “Come on, that wasn’t fun-” The next thing he knew, everything went black.

Blurry eyes opened, a dry throat let out a cough, and vision restored. Ben looked around for a moment before his gaze fell on you. You were sat with a blank expression, seemingly uninterested in your current situation.

Ben muttered a few incoherent sentences but you cut him off for a moment.

“Getting kidnapped was not on my vacation bucket list.”

Neither of you could even begin a conversation after your words when someone started laughing. The two of you looked up and saw someone had walked in, seemingly amused at your situations. 

“Absolutely hilarious, you’re quite funny.” The male said, looking you over a bit before turning his attention to Ben to do the same thing.

Your brows furrowed as you broke out of whatever ‘trance’ you were in. “Harry?” You asked aloud, adjusting yourself to get a closer look at him.

He pointed his fake hook to you, placing it under his chin. “How do you know my name?”

“How does who know your name?” A voice called from behind the boy, footsteps getting louder as they neared.

Harry tilted his head, “This one.” He spoke, moving his hook from under your chin to step back.

The person that walked in was a girl, she had light blue braids and brown eyes. She stood tall with the hat of a pirate on. 

Your brows furrowed once again, your mind still a little fuzzy from your current situation. “Uma?” You mumbled out, tilting your head.

“You know these people?” Ben suddenly spoke out, trying to get out the rope that tied his hands behind his back.

You looked over at him, a bit unimpressed. “I was raised here, I know everyone here.”

Harry gasped falsely, fake hook over his heart, “You’re a VK?” He asked, not expecting you to answer, since he didn't believe you.

You nodded, forgetting that you look different so they don’t recognize you. “Uh, yeah.” You spoke as if it were obvious, “Born and raised.” You spoke, trying to jog their memory. “Uma, I was in your shop every single da-”

“Oh, and are we supposed to know you because of that?” She asked with a straight face, squatting down to bore her eyes into yours.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes before opening them again, “If you said you didn’t, I’d be questioning our friendship.”

Your captors both laughed, looking at each other, “Friendship?”

Ben decided to give up, still listening to the conversation. So much was running through his mind, he was trying to figure out how to get out of this situation until…he realized something. You knew these people, you guys were friends, they just didn’t recognize you. If Ben reminded them, maybe they would let you guys go.

He thought it over before blurting out, “He’s the child of Jack Sparrow, so yes he is a villain kid.” 

Everyone went silent, their laughs were quiet, and your breathing stopped at Bens sudden exclamation.

You looked over and Ben looked you up and down, and that is when you realized…they don’t know who you are. You had changed so much in the past year, even your voice was different. How did you just expect them to recognize you?

When you looked back at the two pirates, they were staring you down. If looks could kill, you would be six feet under.

Uma squatted down in front of you, glaring harshly, “Don’t you ever disrespect her like that ever again.” She whispered to you seriously, her head whipping to Ben, “Don’t you ever mention her in front of me, again.”

Harry took a few deep breaths, “She would’ve been fine here, and you took her.” He told Ben, poking his chest with his hook. “If you ever try to lie to us, I will gut you like a fish.”

Uma nodded to the statement, “You think we wouldn’t know her family?” She asked you, tilting her head. “Jack Sparrow had one child, a daughter, and she’s never coming back.” She paused, biting the inside of her cheek, “For you, a preppy, to just try to claim her father as your own for some sense of freedom…it’s disgusting.”

The blue haired girl stood slowly, keeping her eyes on you. You finally released the breath you were holding, when she removed herself from your space.

You blinked back a few tears as they turned to walk out the door. Harry gently took Umas hand, whispering some things that you couldn't hear.

They were so good together, they still defended your name even if they thought you weren't there. You didn't expect your chest to hurt so badly when they protected you, even if they believed you were gone for good.

“I would’ve joined your crew even if I lost that race.” You mumbled, looking at their backs with sad eyes.

The two paused before turning to you, “Excuse me?” Uma asked, standing in place.

“The race..” You trailed off, “If you won I would join your crew, if I won you would have to spend a week proving to me how much you wanted me to join and then I’d give you my answer.” You continued, nodding with your own words. You didn't notice how they continued to walk towards you. You continued on, “Unfortunately, I was dragged to Auradon before I could answer you, so I’m doing it now.” You told them, looking up to see both of them analyzing you with parted lips, “I was going to join your crew anyways.”

Umas eyes were focusing on each of your features before she cupped your face, looking at you more intensely.

Harry looked up, making eye contact with you, “You have her eyes…” He muttered, taking off his hook to trace your cheeks.

You swallowed harshly before breathing out a chuckle, your cheeks warming a bit. “I would hope so, I was born with my eyes, guys.”

Uma shook her head, “But she’s… you’re not…”

“A girl…I know.” You whispered out, looking down, or trying to. Harry picked your head back up swiftly.

His eyes were watering slightly, “You’re telling the truth aren’t you?”

You nodded as best as you could with his hands on your cheeks. “I know I don’t look the same…”

He shook his head, “But you’re still you…” 

Uma quickly untied the rope keeping you tied up, trying her best to go quickly. She had ordered her crew to tie your guys up from your arms to your legs, and now she was regretting it. Harry noticed her struggle and began to help untie you, muttering curses when he got to harder knots.

Once you were untied, you rubbed at your wrists, looking down for a moment at the burn. 

You looked up, finally, and were met with Harry and Uma on their knees, staring at you. Their eyes were teary, their chests were rising and falling deeper than ever, neither could speak.

You felt your own eyes begin to water as you rushed forward, wrapping your arms around the both of them.

Harry's arm immediately went around you, he began to cry into your shoulder, holding you tightly. “We thought we’d never see you again.” 

Uma, on the other hand, was hesitant. She slowly wrapped her arm around you. When she did, she felt a rush of familiar comfort, a heat rushing through her chest, something she only felt with Harry and…you. She bit her tongue so as to not cry as she buried her nose into your other shoulder, “We would’ve found a way to you anyways.”

The warmth of the two enveloped you as you finally got to be near them again, as you finally got to feel their comforting arms again. “I have no doubt in my mind that you would’ve found me again.” You whispered to them, trying to hold them tighter.

Harry rambled on about never leaving them again, Uma ran her fingers down your back, both of them weren't letting you go anytime soon.

Uma sniffled a bit, "We missed you so much."

"I missed you guys too, more than you'll ever know."

You were finally with your people again. Now, you didn’t have to stare at a picture of the three of you, wishing they were in your arms.

[terraswallows]

Diary of an Awkward trans-girl : Day 16 - A Friend Like No Other.

You know how you sometimes have that one friend—the one who's just always there, no matter what? For me, that friend is Francis.

He's a cis white dude, and honestly? I can say without hesitation he’s had my back more fiercely and more consistently than almost anyone else.

For some context: Francis was the very first person I came out to when I began my transition.

He looked me dead in the eyes and asked—serious as anything—if this was truly what I wanted. If it was something I needed. And when I told him yes, he didn’t hesitate. He just nodded, calm and steady, pulled me into the biggest bear hug, and said, "If you ever back out, I’m gonna bitchslap you... then hug you all over again."

Because that's what real support looks like—someone who's ready to fight for you and hold you when you need it most.

He didn’t just support me—he showed up for me. He drove me to my first endocrinologist appointment, refused to let me pay for gas or breakfast, and even celebrated with me afterward. And because he had experience working in the medical field, he helped me navigate a system I was absolutely lost in—guiding me to where I needed to go for bloodwork, for meetings, for everything. I would’ve been a terrified little lost sheep without him.

When I told him the name I wanted to go by, he just smiled, asked for my pronouns, and promised that whatever changed, he'd be there—no hesitation. From that day on, he has never called me anything but my name. Not once. Even better, he corrects people when they slip up, without making a scene but making it very clear. He's fought for my name and my identity in rooms I wasn’t even in.

Beyond that, he’s just… Francis. He buys me little drinks and snacks for no reason other than vibes. He hands me Magic: The Gathering cards just because he knows they’ll make me smile. He gives me lifts home when things are tight without even blinking. He talks to me. Confides in me. Listens when I need to scream or cry or just exist.

Today was no different—but also, it kind of was.

He’d seen my posts online about how rough things had been lately. So he showed up at my work, unannounced, just to hang out and keep me company, casually doing his usual thing—buying me little drinks, joking, handing me random nerdy treasures because that’s just who he is.

Later, as he was driving me home, he glanced over and said, "Hey Terra, what meds do you still need this month? I noticed you’ve been stressing about money." I tried to brush it off, tried to tell him it was fine. But he pressed, gentle but firm: "Okay, what’s the important one? What do you need to top up next?"

I told him it was my blockers. He just nodded and said, "Done. Don’t even stress about it. I’ll buy your blockers this month, no questions. You need them. Consider it your birthday present from me, since your birthday’s next month anyway and I suck at gifts."

I tried to protest. He cut me off, voice soft but steady: "Terra, you need this. This is your life. And if it helps you get where you need to be, even a little bit faster, then it’s not even a question. I got you, girl. Always."

I cried a little when I got home, not gonna lie.

I guess I just needed to say it somewhere: I’m so fucking lucky to have someone like Francis in my life. Someone who doesn’t just say they support me, but proves it, over and over again. Someone who sees me—the real me—and never flinches.

I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like that. But, am I grateful. More than I could ever put into words.

[wings-of-ink]

Hello! So I wanted to talk about the spice polls for each month. When it comes to voting for what gender mc is going to be for the next short story, a female leaning mc is literally going to ALWAY win. It’s unfortunate but it’s the truth as IF readers are mostly female. But people like me (cis male) do exist (or trans people or masculine nb’s or even cis females who play as male characters). I think the polls for choosing which RO (and their gender) you’ll write is fine, but when it comes to the mc’s gender I don’t think it’s a good idea to give people to ability to vote for that because it’s just going to end up being really unfair for the people who don’t play as female leaning characters. It’ll especially be unfair to pay for a Patreon but end up never being to have short stories that they can read. Ive seen this happen with another IF and their Patreon where they let people vote the mc’s gender for the short story every month and there was literally never a male or ambiguous mc that won the vote. So instead, I wanted to suggest maybe switching off the mc’s gender every month? One month they are female, the next male, and the next ambiguous? Or maybe just sticking to having the mc be ambiguous no matter what. Thanks for listening and sorry if it comes off as complaining. I love your IF and I hope you’re doing well!

Hello dear! You're totally good; it's okay to express your worries to me. I want to do my best to curate content that is as diverse as I am capable of.

I totally understand your worries, so let me try to allay them.

I get where you are coming from. Personally, I actually primarily play as cis male MCs as well. I'm agender, though I still use she/her pronouns and lean more masc most of the time. But that's why I like to play as a man when I read, so to an extent, I've felt your pain.

As much as possible, I am trying to make the MC customizable. More often than not, I've been able to put out a story that is customizable for MC even if the RO isn't. I much-much prefer to release fully customizable extras, but they are an incredible amount of work for every month, so I need breaks to ensure more time goes to the main game. So that's what's going on for July.

The current poll is only to determine 1 of the non-customizable extras for July with Oswin. I do see where the fem MC has taken that poll, but not every side story will feature a fem MC. There will be 3 other extras for July still, and I promise that there will be more representation. And then the next time Oswin has a similar story, the MC will more likely be masc.

I want to avoid just one demographic dominating all the material - I don't want to write that way. The MC won't always be polled for (and the current is the first one of its kind for the MC). More often than not, polls will be for ROs or other specifics for the material.

If you're interested, I'm also keeping some surveys pinned on both Patreon and Ko-fi where you can give feedback and even suggestions on what you want to see. I'm using these to track trends with my audience, but like the polls, I'm not making all decisions based on the answers (they also currently lean more fem-MC/masc-RO though they have few responses so far). Even if you don't see suggestions right away, I am making notes because they really do inspire my writing. ^_^

Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts with me! I hope this helped!

[callmegaith]

The only thing ineffable bureaucracy showed me is how hyper focused this fanbase is at seeing one thing and one thing only and everything else is a result of that one thing

1) no, Beelzebub and Gabriel are not a straight couple. Nor is Crowley and Aziraphale a gay couple. Stop the non-binary erasure or go outside and talk to an actual non-binary person cuz clearly you have no clue what non-binary is "they're straight presenting" wtf? If you think that please give me your name so I can block you. Cis people, I fucking swear.

Reminder that Beelz used they/them pronouns btw. Sorry that Beelzebub doesn't "pass" for you, it doesn't make them any less non-binary. Not to mention it was stated and already IS CANON that none of them have genders. They're god damn demons and angels, bruh.

2) "it's Gabriel's and Beelz's fault that ineffable husbands didn't get their happy ending": no. It's their own damn fault for not communicating and Aziraphale's inability to accept Crowley as he is. Gabriel and Beelzebub put each other first. Y'all sound salty as hell cuz two people managed to work their relationship out and yours didn't work out. "But if they didn't get together---" y'all really saying shit like this??? Do you hear yourself? That's so sad. Wishing for the doom of one LGBTQ+ ship cuz the other fucked themselves over. THEY CAN BOTH CO-EXIST. And you know what? They will. Cuz Ineffable husbands is clearly canon, the story just wants time with them cuz they're the main characters, not like Beelz and Gabriel who were side characters so had their story summarized.

3) "that should have been ineffable husbands" no, cuz Crowley and Aziraphale aren't Gabriel and Beelzebub. They're different characters with different backgrounds, personalities, relationship structure, and different relationship dynamic in general. They'll get together in a way that fits THEM. And that way requires ups and downs that makes them finally understand that they're perfect for each other without the need for either of them to change.

4) Gabriel was such an asshole wish Crowley got his revenge and--- bla bla BLA : Crowley was happy for them. You hold a grudge over Gabriel that Crowley himself doesn't. Y'all worse than a literal demon. Smh.

Be happy for what we got and look forward to the future where ineffable husbands will certainly become canon and it'll be worth the wait. Don't tear down the LGBTQ+ presentation we got just cuz the main ship didn't get the limelight THIS TIME.

Let things cook, that's how writing WORKS.

But I'm just an Agender demi person and tbh? I would prefer if things took their time.

I love both ships a lot but I'm not gonna hold pitchforks over one ship getting a happy end and one still developing. Come next season, that happy end for Gaberiel and Beelzebub might not last. We DONT KNOW. Do we really need to sacrifice one for the other? Why can't we be happy to have both?

Just really think the vibe of the fanbase rn fuckin SUCKS and I'm not enjoying trying to go through the ineffable bureaucracy tag and seeing people complaining about how it should have been ineffable husbands or how it's their fault.

Okay? Alright.

After this imma start blocking ppl I swear. Just had to throw in my two cents.

[traderotales]

༻✵ Souls of Black : Intros | Reaper ✵༺

The first in this series of character introductions for my Minecraft inspired fantasy story, Souls of Black!

"You want to know what they do with outsiders? They’ll kill us. And they’ll do it over, and over, and over again." - Reaper

Reaper is the protagonist and one of the main characters of Souls of Black (on AO3 now! :D)

₪【 - GENERAL - 】₪

Name: Reaper

Physical Age: 24 years old

Time since Awakening: 2 years and 10/11 months

Awakening Day: Unknown

Biome of Origin: Dark Oak, also known as The Dark Forest

Orientation: Bisexual

Gender/Pronouns: Cis female, she/her

Likes: Traveling, studying creatures and people, fighting, stealing, helping people

Dislikes: The wealthy, being killed, and arrogant people

₪【 - BIOGRAPHY - 】₪

Reaper is an untrusting soul, taking the route of the dangerous travel through stormbursts and between Biomes due to not feeling at home quite anywhere, especially not in The Dark Forest with its higher monster rates and raider crew attacks. She's made somewhat of a hobby out of the thrill of crossing stormbursts, studying the Biomes and monsters of the world she was Awakened in, and stealing from passing towns and villages. However, she is not entirely heartless, and has done small acts of kindness for those in need of help in the past. However, it usually ends with her leaving shortly after, and her help only comes if she can afford to survive it.

Social Status: Drifter; a person who is socially unattached to civilization and traverses the world.

Beliefs: Reaper isn't a religious person, and holds the beliefs that The Black isn't something to be worshipped, and The Paradigms are just things people have always used to justify their terrible actions, scoffing at anyone who even mentions them. She personally sees religion as a farce, and a way for those in power to control and manipulate the masses. And thus, she wants no part in it.

₪【 - APPEARANCE - 】₪

Reaper is an odd sight for a thief, mainly due to her golden coat that sparkles in any light. Despite it, though, she manages to hide usually well. Reaper typically gives off a dangerous yet in control vibe to others, due to her sharp coat, put-together rugged outfit, and mysterious black bandana. However, her unkempt hair and sarcastic attitude typically shows off her sense of recklessness and unpredictability.

₪【 - PERSONALITY - 】₪

As stated before, Reaper doesn't typically trust anybody, going at the world alone with only herself for comfort. Despite it and her knowledge of how trust leads to demise, she finds herself aching to help those less fortunate and in immediate need, unable to walk away. She is partially annoyed by it, but rationalizes that it's the only thing keeping her from being heartless like everyone else.

Reaper also has a soft spot for scholarship, journaling and sketching in a notebook her studies and finds of the Biomes she's visited, and the world's creatures and elements. She often finds herself wishing to take notes or share them, when it would not be a wise time to do so.

Reaper prides herself on her fighting skills, owning an iron saber prioritized for hacking and slashing through opponents. Her fighting style is often a fluid one, rarely stopping as she moves from one opponent to the next. Coupled with it is her odd Sense ability, active since the day she Awakened, which shows her threats seconds before they strike her, allowing her to parry or dodge them before becoming injured.

₪【 - QUOTES - 】₪

"I’m your best shot at finding anything in this Biome to help you cure those scars. And I don’t feel like having your inevitable deaths on my conscience.”

“Oh come on. Don’t tell me you’ve never stolen anything before.”

₪【 - TRIVIA - 】₪

Reaper's least favorite monsters are spiders. They make her skin crawl, being three feet tall and four feet wide.

Reaper knows three languages from her travels:

₪ Her main language is Dridonic, the continental language, and she speaks it fluently.

₪ She knows a little bit of Everian, the language of the Plains Biome, mainly numbers alongside a few words. Reaper also knows important hand-signs in Everian, mostly ones for monsters, but also ones such as 'attack', 'kill', and 'run'.

₪ Reaper has also learned a bit of Hiborish, the language of the Taiga Biome.

Reaper instinctively knows where the cardinal directions are at all times.

Do let me know anything you find interesting/liked, and just what you think of Reaper in general! Thank you for reading :)

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[familylines]

* — isa  briones  .  cis  woman  .  she/her  .  *  |  look,  there  goes  stella  reyes  !  they're  the  twenty six  year  old  i  was  telling  you  about  …  you  know  the  gemini  ?  it's  their  fifth  case  with  the  crew  —  not  counting  the  one  where  she  flawlessly  navigated  the  winchester  mystery  house  without  previously  having  stepped  foot  inside…  originally  from  pittsburgh,  pennsylvania,  let's  hope  their  old-school  planner  full  of  sticky  notes  is  enough  to  protect  them  from  being  trapped  for  an  extended  period  in  darkness.  most  people  know  them  as  level-headed  and  organized,  but  don't  be  surprised  if  their  perfectionistic  side  slips  out  when  the  lights  flicker.  this  time  around,  they're  signed  on  as  the  operations  coordinator,  which  makes  sense  considering  they  spend  most  of  their  time  reading  up  on  their  next  destination  like  their  life  depends  on  it.  if  you  ever  need  them,  try  picturing  an  ever-present  cup  of  coffee  to  power  through  a  long  day,  feeling  a  sense  of  accomplishment  when  crossing  off  an  item  on  a  to-do  list,  knowing  what  the  group  will  need  before  they  can  think  of  it  themselves,  oh  no  this  IS  my  circus  and  those  ARE  my  monkeys, and  putting  out  fires  before  bridges  can  burn  or  whispering  stell  into  the  walkie.  but  beware  —  if  they  don't  answer,  something  else  might. [ playlist. pinterest. ]

basics.

full name: stella althea reyes

nickname(s): stell

birthday / age: may 25 / twenty-six

zodiac: gemini

gender & pronouns: cis woman, she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual, demiromantic

relationship status: single

hometown: pittsburgh, pennsylvania

languages: english, filipino (basic)

family: ricardo reyes (father, 68), elizabeth reyes née reynolds (mother, 64), echo reynolds (cousin - missing, would be 36)

history.

stella reyes had a perfectly average childhood.

for the most part.

the only (miracle!) child of a couple of pittsburgh small business owners, her upbringing was idyllic - suburban, white picket fence, middle class. the reyes family took vacations with their extended family, stella excelled in school, and all the while... her cousin, echo reynolds, was charting their own unique path.

unsurprisingly, the reynolds clan disapproved of echo's fascination with all things scary, spooky, occult, and folkloric. stella, though... one too many scary stories from her only cousin during camping trips as a kid and she was hooked. maybe not on the subject matter, but on the way echo described things. the way that she could picture everything so clearly, just from what they were saying. the two were never the closest, especially given how echo was the black sheep of the family and they had a ten year age gap, but at every family function that they were all forced to attend to keep up appearances there was no doubt of where stella would end up.

stella's mother in particular disliked echo, citing her complaints each time family outings came to an end. paranormal influencer. what even was that? to elizabeth reynolds it was a frivolous path with no security - a group of kids playing make believe, talking to the internet like anyone would want to listen. it was not work. and it should be ignored.

stella did not ignore it.

all throughout high school she watched echo's series religiously, doing so as a way to stay close to her cousin who was often too busy to text back. the cases they covered with their crew were entertaining, and at times unbelievable. yet, stella still tuned in week after week.

until there weren't any new episodes. and stella was one of the first in her family to realize that something was incredibly wrong.

how do you process a loss that isn't yet a loss? how do you manage your expectations, keep your hope a barely flickering flame without letting it die out as the years pass?

for stella, the answer was to not process it at all. she kept herself busy, throwing herself into extracurriculars at school, acing every test, and working to get away from the places that were feeling more and more haunted with each passing day.

her perfectionism worked a little too well, and upon graduating from high school she had no shortage of options for her future. she chose the one furthest from home - conveniently the place best aligned with her dreams. her ultimate goal is to work in film - not as a director, but as a producer. she wants to help others bring their visions to life.

so she went to ucla on partial scholarship. she double majored in business (to please her parents) and film (to please herself). she got internships. she graduated. she stuck around. and eventually she got a job as an assistant at a major film studio. sure, the pay was awful and she was treated even worse, but it was a foot in the door, and her unshakeable desire to please people would never have had her think of leaving.

but then she got the text. the echo files. a group desperately in need of an operations coordinator to keep them out of trouble and on track.

to leave your shitty but stable job to go off and do something your parents might just disown you for is insane, right? definitely. it was an instant no. yet she kept coming back to the message, thinking about it while grabbing the twelve coffees of various complexity that she was asked to grab each day. not two weeks later she'd found a subletter, given her notice, and arranged a series of facetimes with her parents to explain her very well thought out reasoning for her decision.

that was five cases ago. it's been a rollercoaster ride ever since.

and more / headcanons.

from a young age stella felt a compulsive need to measure up to expectations. it was never good enough to simply pass a class - she needed to ace it. this was only exacerbated by the semi-loss of her cousin. with no one else in the family to focus their energy on molding, stella needed to be perfect at all times. the fear of disappointing her parents drove her to excel, and turned her into a pathological people pleaser.

a surprising amount of older sibling energy from an only child. the mom friend, without a doubt. she's very much focused on everyone else's issues, and keeps her spiraling to herself.

over prepares. has a binder of Very Important Information - shooting schedules, emergency procedures and contact info, etc, and always makes sure to make friends with the local librarian for easy access to printing. has never met a sticky note she doesn't like. queen of highlighters and color coding and having a very detailed organization system. do NOT mess with her organization system, or there will be consequences (you will receive your fourth favorite soda with your meal instead of your favorite).

always has a beverage - most of the time an iced coffee (in her research into the next town they're going to, she always notes the cafes), sometimes a tea. owala carrier. if it's not in her hands it's in her mary poppins-type bag - a tote that seems to hold everything you could ever need.

when she joined the team, she knew the name was a tribute to her cousin. she had no clue that they’d start in on the path that had led to echo’s disappearance, though. now, she’s eagerly anticipating the moment where they reach the end of the line. maybe it’ll provide her with some answers.

in addition to double majoring in business and film at ucla, she got a minor in marketing - something she’s been putting to use! as operations coordinator she doesn't just take care of permits and location scouting - she creates plans for filming and posting, manages the posting schedule for socials and updates the website, ensures that the content they share is monetization-friendly, and creates updates for patreon.

these days, stella pretends that she doesn’t know much about the supernatural. obviously that’s not the case. everyone in the echo files knows that her cousin was (is?) echo reynolds and that they weren’t the closest before dead air took off, but echo still babysat her when she was a kid.

maybe she just doesn't have the constitution for it (she's soooo practical), but when she enters a notoriously haunted room, it's just a room - a space she needs to figure out how to light and the proper permits for. if the supernatural is real, she doesn't have the talent for detecting it. and thus, deep down, she's left in dangerously skeptical territory. she tries to act as a neutral party within the group, though.

stella’s family truly hates that she’s following in echo’s footsteps. never in her life has she felt like more of a disappointment, but it feels like this is something she has to do. in the eyes of her parents she gave up a promising career in los angeles to gallivant around the country with a group of delusional kids, and they're not wrong, per se. however, after many a discussion (and a powerpoint presentation in which she illustrated how this time and the platform she was building tied in directly with her life plan), they've reluctantly come around.

in that presentation, stella made it clear that working with the echo files is not all fun and games. for stella specifically, it’s probably 75% not fun, actually. she tied in a lot of the concepts she learned as a business major, making sure they knew that this is a legitimate business venture. after all, a lot of work goes into herding cats, and hers love to cause trouble. any future job that asks about her crisis management skills are in for a treat of an answer.

[scourgefrontiers]

yall ready for a gender journey post..

so yall could probably guess i grew up a cis girl. i didnt start questioning my gender until high school after i broke up with my first boyfriend which kind of freed me up to explore my identity as my own person for the first time. around age like 16 was when i first started identifying as trans, and at the time that meant a binary trans guy

after a couple years of getting comfortable exploring my gender i decided hey maybe im actually not a binary trans guy but instead nonbinary. still transmasc and guy leaning but not quite all the way anymore. this became a trend for the next loooong while, getting closer to the androgynous part of the spectrum as time went on

then in recent years (maybe about 5 years ago ish) i started to lean more towards femininity. this is significant for me because growing up i was always opposed to it--i hated wearing dresses, i hated putting on makeup, anything "girly" appalled me and i didnt know why. i ended up thinking its because i WASNT a girl, and thats why i was so uncomfortable with everything to do with being a girl. i rejected it so hard because it just wasnt me.

after living with eden for a while i got even more comfortable exploring the feminine part of myself. i started wearing dresses and skirts and actually ENJOYED it; i started painting my nails and wearing earrings again; i even grew my hair out to my shoulderblades (yeah thats where its at now LOL). ive even started using she/her alongside they/them. and im actually enjoying these things??? it feels like after all these years im finally able to reclaim them because i feel like im finally able to be comfortable with my gender--how my gender feels to ME, not to everyone else.

that was the problem when i was growing up--i was trapped in everyone else's perception of my gender and what it "should" be. i was trapped into a box that was made by everyone else's idea of what i SHOULD look like, what i SHOULD wear, what i SHOULD act like, etc. and it took me until age 26 to fully realize that my gender is what i want it to be, not what everyone else wants.

i dont have to be a guy to want facial hair and a flat chest and a low voice. loving pink and dresses and cute things and makeup and jewelry doesnt inherently mean im a girl. pronouns, features, clothes, even names dont inherently mean youre one gender or another. your gender is defined by you and only you and nobody should be able to put you into a box and define your gender for you.

..having said all this, im starting to explore my gender further, and im slowly coming to the POSSIBLE conclusion that i might come back around to being cis (albeit gnc). nothing would really change about me except the label tbh. if i do end up coming to that conclusion i will be very bummed about leaving the trans community, but i wont feel any less attached to it, as ive spent literally half my life as part of it. i understand what its like to be trans and to love myself as my most authentic self, and thats why im considering this possiblity!

identifying as a lesbian kind of pushed me in this direction as well--i cant remember the last time i felt truly comfortable and happy with a label regarding my orientation.. like ya damn. maybe i am a girl who likes girls LOL. it just feels right and natural for me personally??? its crazy. i love women. if youre a woman i love you no matter the flavor. i love my wife more than all of you though sorry <3

but god please dont take this as me being like "oh trans people just need to get comfortable with their gender and theyll realize theyre cis" that is a bullshit take and i am not saying that. this is strictly my own experience and journey! i am 100% not speaking for every trans person and you shouldnt either.

but ya. dan cis era???? we'll see. no official statement just yet but i just wanted to let yall know where im at in my ~gender journey~. until i confirm anything please still view me as a nonbinary girlthing! <3

[melodyxlewis]

[cis woman and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [MELODY LEWIS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MEGHANN FAHY]. You must be the [THIRTY ONE] year old [FIGURE SKATING COACH AT COOLDOWN ICE RINK]. Word is you’re [DISCIPLINED] but can also be a bit [OBSESSIVE] and your favorite song is [NO PLAN BY HOZIER]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER'S COVE].

INFORMATION:

fullname. melody louise lewis

nicknames. mel.

gender. cis woman

pronouns. she / her

d.o.b. july 4th, 1993 | ( 31 years old )

astrology. cancer ☀ capricorn ☾  libra ↑

birth place. seattle, washington.

hometown. seattle, washington.

current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic​ )

occupation. soon-to-be figure skating coach at cooldown ice rink.

religion. christian.

tattoos. none.

piercings. earlobes.

marital status. single.

sexual preference. bisexual.

family. nicole lewis ( mother ), lawson lewis ( father ), meredith lewis-young ( older sister ), lemie lewis ( cousin ), lucky lewis ( cousin ), lorelai lewis ( cousin ).

children. none.

CHARACTER INSPO:

anastasia allen ( icebreaker ), lexie howard ( euphoria ), isabel "belly" conklin ( the summer i turned pretty ), odette ( swan princess ) dawn summers ( buffy the vampire slayer ).

PERSONALITY:

+ disciplined, confident, kind. - obsessive, overbearing, self-punishing.

BIOGRAPHY:

From the minute Melody's cries could be heard down the halls of St. Annes Hospital, she has felt a step behind the rest of the world. She wasn't ever the smartest, the funniest or the prettiest - no one really saw her compared to her sister. Meredith was one of those people that others flocked to. While Melody felt like she was forever in her sister's shadow, trailing behind or playing catch up. Her parents never outright said that Meredith was there favorite, but everyone knew. She was the golden child, while Melody was always second fiddle.

The only time she ever felt she could be different was when she'd spend her summers in Aurora Bay. Every June, the Lewis's would drive down from Washington to California to spend the summer with their extended family. Under the hot summer sun, Melody felt confident and she enjoyed spending as much time with her cousins as possible. Maybe it was because Meredith always preferred to go to camp with her friends than spend the summer with her family, but it was the best part of the year.

Still shy and introverted as a young child back in the suburbs of Bellevue, Seattle - Melody remembers the exact moment she knew what she wanted to do with her life. Sneaking down into her father's den late at night to watch the 1998 Winter Olympics held in Japan, she watched as Tara Lipinski took home gold for Team USA. Watching the sixteen year old move with such strength and beauty, the crowds roaring cheers were enough to affirm that this is what she needed. Melody immediately asked her parents the next morning for ice-skating lessons.

At the age of five, Melody first set foot on the ice. By the time she turned seven, she was skating well beyond her years. A natural talent, they called her. And finally, Melody had something that her parents could be proud of. The pressure of that, however, drove to her push herself beyond her limits time and time again. As she continued excelling, her coach decided to put her into pairs skating and this was when she was first paired with Sean Ruthven.

Four years older than Mel and a far more experienced skater, the two had an instant connection. They were both determined to succeed which pushed them to train longer and harder than anyone else at their rink, resulting in them both invited to move to the Kraken Skating Academy to skate full-time. As they slowly started climbing the ranks of each competition until they won for the first time. The taste of victory was addictive, it only made Melody want to succeed more.

Every four years, they'd pray and hope that they could make it to the Olympic team, that they could represent their country and take home gold. But the closest they ever got was as third alternates for the 2022 Winter Olympics USA team. While it was a momentous achievement, it wasn't their dream to sit on the sidelines. This only made Mel want to work harder, try again for 2026 but Sean seemed disconnected, out of sorts.

And finally, after his twenty-sixth year of skating, Sean revealed to Melody that he was planning on retiring. She tried her hardest to take it well, but it destroyed her. Mel continued skating with different partners but nothing ever felt the same as when she skated with Sean. She announced her own retirement just two years later at the age of 30.

It has taken some time for Mel to decide what she wants to do now that she knows she'll never achieve her dream; she's never had much of a life outside of skating since she was a little girl. But after being invited to be bridesmaid at her cousin Lemie's wedding, Mel decided to move to Aurora Bay, a place that held such nostalgia for her. In her retirement, she has decided to start coaching figure skating at the local rink. As they say, those who can't do, teach.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

melody moved to aurora bay in march 2025 after accepting a bridesmaid invitation to her cousin lemie's wedding which reignited her love for this coastal town. she now works as a figure skating coach at the cooldown ice rink, offering both private lessons and group classes to skaters of all ages. — ( possible connections: students / parents, new time ice skaters, co-workers at the rink, long-time skating fans )

she spent nearly every summer in aurora bay as a kid and teenager, where she felt most like herself away from her sister’s shadow. the lewis family would stay for the whole season at their summer house, and melody would often be found chasing after her cousins all summer long. — ( possible connections: childhood summer friends, first crushes, old neighbors, family friends, nostalgic reconnections )

originally from bellevue, washington — she spent most of her youth in competitive skating and trained at the kraken skating academy with her pairs partner, sean ruthven. their chemistry and ambition brought them to the brink of olympic greatness. — ( possible connections: former skating rivals, fans from her competitive days )

currently living in her family's summer house in fisher's cove, the very same that she used to visit every year as a kid. she takes great pride in the house, hoping to one day inherit it. — ( possible connections: friends and neighbours )

she hasn’t dated much as most of her twenties were consumed by her training. romance always felt like a distraction to her but now, in her thirties and finally free from the grind, mel finds herself curious, open and a little lost when it comes to love. — ( possible connections: first flings, skating fans turned awkward dates, long-lost admirers, blind date disasters, one night stands )

melody’s finally trying to build a life outside of skating, but find it’s hard to fill the silence sometimes. she’s still figuring out hobbies she genuinely enjoys. recently, she’s gotten into collecting vintage vinyl at tidal wave music store, taking long solo walks along the beach, and smashing some karaoke at melodies. — ( possible connections: fellow vinyl lovers, walking trail regulars, drunken duet partners, friends who encourage each other to try new things )

CURRENT CONNECTIONS:

cousin to @lemielewis, @luckylewis and @lorelailewis (npc)

[seasxltkisses]

[ bruna marquezine, cis female, twenty nine, she/her] is that tortuga’s very own ESMERALDA DE SOUZA ? the SIREN at THE SIRENS NEST has been around the island for FIVE YEARS, and they remind us of ALWAYS A FEW STEPS AHEAD AS THOUGHT BEING CHASED BY GHOSTS , WALTZING ACROSS MEMORIES , A TEAR THROUGH AN OLD FAMILY PORTRAIT , SPLINTER OF YOUR SOUL CUTTING THROUGH YOUR SKIN . people say they’re ALLURING & CONFIDENT but we’ve heard they can be COWARDLY & SELFISH too. rumour would have it that they have a NEGATIVE view on pirates, but one thing’s for sure—they’d better get used to them. [ facts , connections , pinterest ]

GENERAL

full name: esmerelda 'esme' de souza age: 29 zodiac: scorpio gender: female pronouns: she / her sexual orientation: pansexual relationship status: married single

BIOGRAPHY

born in brazil, esmarelda was the middle child - often overlooked by her parents. her childhood was one of freedom, of making mistakes. it was one of kindness and support. it was, mostly, what ever child could wish for. so when her parents came to her one morning and told her that they were leaving brazil and moving to a small fishing village in the south of england, esmeralda had been shocked to her core. her parents never told her why they were leaving and she never really asked. even then, she thought that it was better to not know.

port isaac felt like a world away from her hometown and with a new language to conquer, it was difficult to settle in at first. but then she met a boy who would change her life for forever. she was thirteen when she met the man who would become her husband. he swept her off of her feet at that very first meeting and esmeralda was head over heels in love. she had never believed in love at first sight before but with him, it was the only way she could describe it.

a little after her eighteenth birthday, the pair were married - which was when things really started to kick up a notch. for a while before they were married, her love had gotten caught up in trading in the black market. it brought in a decent amount of money and when they were married, esmarelda helped him out. her easy charm and gentle voice were enough to get most people wrapped around her little finger.

the pair spent four years in matrimonial bliss. they were completely in love and it seemed like nothing was going to bring them down. until a deal went wrong and esme and her husband were put in a precarious position. when esmarelda came home on the fateful day that her life changed, she arrived with the sight of her husband surrounded by men who were not there to be friendly. he was already bruised and bloody and she had a choice. she could do something and help him or she could run. and esmarelda chose to run.

she knew that staying in england would only get her into trouble so esme boarded the first ship that she could find. a pirate ship. she didn't last as a stowaway for very long. it wasn't long before the crew found her. there was the threat of the captain throwing her overboard but she managed to convince them to allow her to stay, to work and for them to leave her wherever it was that they were heading.

she was dropped in one port and immediately climbed aboard the next. she wanted to put as much distance between her and england as possible.

eventually, she settled in tortuga.

esmarelda knew no one in tortuga. she didn't even know where she was for the first little while but she did as she always did. she talked to people, she charmed, she learned. eventually, her path led her to the sirens nest. it became her salvation and the people there were her new family. she's been in tortuga for the last five years and hasn't looked back.

HEADCANONS

can speak four languages - english, portugese, spanish and french.

will read anything and everything that is put in front of her. she loves to use her imagination and is constantly thinking up stories of a different life for herself.

wants a child more than anything in this world. it had been something she and her husband were talking about before everything went crazy.

she doesn't talk about her husband or, really, her life before tortuga. if anyone asks, she lies and tells them that she came from brazil.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

harbinger pirates - the ship she was on when she left england was the harbinger. this would have been around 5 years ago - so anyone who was on the ship then would've had some sort of connection with her

clients - another siren !!! so regulars of hers and how they feel about one another and all of the rest of it can be down to us

friends - she's lived on the island for five years now so please give her a couple people that she can trust, that she can drink with etc

anything and everything we can come up with !

[seabruised]

her misery wasn't loud, just lovely enough to go unnoticed.

BASIC INFORMATION.

name : misery navarro.

nickname (s) : missy.

age / birthday : 26, october 8th.

birthday : october 15th.

gender & pronouns : cis woman + she / her.

orientation : pansexual.

birthplace : atlanta, georgia.

length in windsor bay: one week.

current housing: downtown.

occupation: waitress at sunrise diner.

QUESTIONNARE.

“What’s it like, living in Windsor Bay? Did you ever picture yourself settling down here or did you always know this would be your home?”

“I haven’t really been here too long, but I think it’s absolutely beautiful. It’s gotta be one of the top three not only for the scenery, but for how kind a lot of folks are ‘round here. Especially when you’ve spent the last few months in the big city, it’s easily to forget what small town livin’ is like. Now, as for settling … ” she lets out an quick laugh, innocent in nature but overall telling of her own train of thoughts, “I don’t see that happenin’ any time soon. Not that there’s anythin’ wrong with Windsor, I think it’s absolutely beautiful, but I don’t see myself settlin’ anywhere any time soon. I’ve barely even scratched the surface of all the places I wanna go, but who knows .. maybe one day in the future I could make my way over again. Only time will tell.”

“If you could recommend one hidden gem around town everyone should try, what is it? What makes it so special?”

“I feel like I’m the one that should be the one askin’ you that question,” a humor filled brow raising as she leans forward, chin now being propped up by the palm of her hand, “And don’t be holdin’ out on me. I want to know what your best hidden gem could be. Maybe even your top three.”

“What’s your family like? Are you still close, or have you blocked all their numbers?”

This was a touchy subject for her. The only family she’s ever known was her father — a man who cared more about when he’d be getting his next bottle than the little child under his care. The one forced to grow up early and learn to not only care for herself, but the only parental figure in her life. She doesn’t speak about it, though. She never does. That part of her life being kissed goodbye the second she’d hopped onto that bus and left Louisiana for good — waiting for it to become a fading memory. “Ya know … family is family. You hate ‘em so much, but can’t help but to love ‘em.” And as much as it pains her to say, she does love him. How fucked up was that?

“Do you have any regrets? What are they?”

“That I didn’t leave sooner.” It’s said with a smile and the only response Missy has to give. She won’t define what she means nor does she go into detail — it was an answer that was just there. Quick, swift and hardly needing any thought.

BACKSTORY.

triggers: verbal abuse, alcoholism, instance of violence, child neglect.

their first red flag was the night she was born. her name was suppose to be "mireya", but her father had been too drunk to give the doctors the correct name and her mother exhausted from more than just birth to give any corrections. so, that's who she became: misery. almost poetic in a sense when you think about how things turned out. a foreshadow almost. life growing up was as chaotic as one could picture. her mother seemingly numb to the world and her father more focused on getting his next bottle than do his part in being a boyfriend and a father. nights filled with the loud shouts of her father and the cries her mother tried to keep silent, but never seemed to manage. from a young age, missy always wondered why her mother put up with everything she did. why she stayed when every night ended in heartache. misery loved her mother and would go anywhere she would. only the sentiment was never shared. she'd only been five years old when her mother disappeared and left her only child behind. nothing but a note that she'd never gotten the chance to read before her father ripped it to shreds, tossed it in the garbage and twisted the lid open of his next whiskey bottle. misery never got to know what her mother's last words were before turning in a ghost. it was the night of her mother's disappearing that she learned that there was no one around who would be the one looking after her. she had to do it on her own and, on top of that, she had to be the one to also look after her father. that's how it went for years. misery fending for herself, turning her father on his side every night and waking up early enough in the mornings to ensure he'd been sober enough to get to work. by night, she'd been the replacement of her mother in her dad's eye. a face that reminded him so much of the woman who left that all his anger seemed to pour onto misery — countless nights ending the same way her mother's had until her skin grew tough enough that she didn't cry anymore. it didn't mean the words hurt any less. at the age of nineteen, that's when missy kissed goodbye the life she'd been forced to be apart of. it was another night of anger being thrown at her, but it was her final night of being a punching bag for all that rage. misery didn't keep quiet that time. no, she stood up for herself. said some equally awful things to her father (all true) and when he realized he couldn't break her in the same way, his hand struck her face. that was the end. it's almost as if life seemed to repeat itself: missy had become a ghost just like her mother did. packing up as much as she could into one duffle bag and hopped onto a bus with whatever cash she managed to save up throughout the years. leaving both her father and georgia behind for good. becoming a ghost in people's lives is how she choose to spend her years. hopping from town to town, state to state all while leaving her mark until the day she felt like she was ready for something new. jumping onto the next bus or train without as much of a goodbye to any of the friends she'd met along the way. it's always been easier that way for her. a girl scared of building true connections and preferring to keep everyone at the surface. the only dream she's ever had was to see the world, focus on her present and not have to waste her time worrying about what's happened or what could come next. she thrives with living in the moment and that's how she prefers it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

she's new in town, so all connections could be first meetings if anyone wants to build on chem!

otherwise, i'd love to see people she's met throughout the seven years of traveling, faces from her hometown, one night stands, regulars she's getting to know at the diner, roommate(s), fast friends, sibling-like relationships, etc.

[blxtchx]

hello !! could i get a tmf zander x a transmasc!reader who’s stealth (meaning like, no one knows he’s trans, and everyone believes he’s cis) and is dating zander, and like, scared to come out to him out of fear? but turns out zander’s chill? :) thanks bro!

oh yeah, i gotchu! lovely request btw, i feel like zander would be THE chillest. thanks!

Pairing: Zander x ftm!reader

Pronouns: he/him! (though none in particular are used)

note: No transphobia will be incorporated into this, and I probably won't write for it in the future either. Thanks for requesting man <3 Also, first time writing on desktop for the layout might be a little wonky!!

Zander x Stealth ftm!reader!

You had always been passing. Nobody questioned it when you were addressed as 'sir' or when you did other traditionally masculine things. And in your book, that was a plus. You were so good at being yourself that everybody just believed you'd always been that way. But there was always one thing in the back of your mind, one thing that bothered you to no end.

Your boyfriend.

Now, by no means was Zander a bigot. In fact, you didn't think he had the capacity to be mean to you. And while something about him not knowing the truth irked you, you still found yourself hesitant whenever the opportunity to say anything came up. Your throat just sort of...locked up.

But today you'd made a decision. You were going to tell him, even if you were scared. He deserved to know.

Or, of course, you were gonna tell him.

You had walked home with him that day, and today was the first day he would be at your house. You urged him to go ahead because there was an errand you had to run for your mom. Only on your way back to your house did you realise. Fuck.

You had a flag up in your room.

Out of panic for his reaction, you hurried home and threw the groceries on the counter, up the stairs and to your room. There was no way you'd forgotten such an important detail. But when you flung open the door to your bedroom, Zander wasn't disgusted, he wasn't staring around your room with green cheeks.

He was just...sitting on your bed, scrolling on his phone. Waiting for you. When he heard the door open, he looked up, eyes lighting up when they landed on you. "Oh, hey babe. I-" he began, then he stopped, eyes narrowing at your panicked state. "What's wrong?" You breathed heavily, putting a hand to your chest to calm yourself as you padded further into the room. He wasn't upset. He wasn't upset. "I, uh," you responded, letting out a breath of air you didn't even realise you'd been holding. "I was worried." Zander's brows furrowed and he stood, leaving his phone on his bed as he walked towards you and stopped a few feet away. "What, because of that?" he said, pointing to the trans flag pinned to your wall. Observant as ever, it seemed. "Oh, come on, did you really think I'd be upset over that? Honey, I don't care. You're the best boyfriend I could ask for regardless." His response made your heart melt, and you felt your shoulders relax, instinctively wrapping your arms around your purple-haired boyfriend. He chuckled and held you back, scolding you silently for thinking such silly things. You were unbelievably happy. This wasn't how you'd planned it to go, but it honestly couldn't have gone better.

thank you for reading!! I hope this suffices what you wanted! I had so much fun writing this. I know there wasn't much content regarding Zander on his own, I still need to get a feel for his reactions and personality and whatnot. Next time I write for him there will absolutely be more.

Have a lovely day!! <33

[cordycepsfem]

Since OP is a narc (see last paragraph), but makes some good points, I decided to just make it my own post. TRAs and people who want to avoid “icky TERFs” do it all the time in the opposite direction, so think of it as a tribute.

First, OP boohoos about not being able to receive an expensive elective procedure, and claims that lying would be required to obtain such a surgery. To me that sounds like something OP definitely doesn’t need, and something that would be potentially harmful.

Do women who get plastic surgery procedures *need* those procedures? No. But they pay for them by themselves (no GoFundMe or taking advantage of Medicaid [see Kevin Gibes as an example of how *your* US taxes have now paid for a “vagina”, a revision to that “vagina” because he’s unhygienic and lazy and didn’t dilate, and breast implants]), and they don’t lie to get them.

Next, OP claims “gender is a stupid performance” yet a) has one that requires the participation of others through things like pronouns and a preferred name, b) has deformed ribs due to the performance of gender, c) says “cis” women have worse “dysphoria” based on their actions towards themselves, d) spends money to continue performing said “stupid performance” and e) doesn’t want to hear from women who feel the same way - ie radical feminists. Make it make sense!

OP is SO close to getting why gender is dumb, and if they weren’t so busy virtue signaling about why Performing Gender is OK When Trans Do It, it might be possible to have a real discussion about the harms of gender.

Just because women do it doesn’t make it right. Women holding themselves to these obscene levels of femininity are also falling into a trap of “what a woman is.” And yeah, OP is right, these standards are put forth as what a woman should be. But they’re not. Surgery and hair removal and makeup don’t make a woman, or make someone *more* of a woman. And doing them doesn’t make a woman. People who believe they do are holding themselves to an impossible standard (if female) or focusing on gender stereotypes to make themselves seem “more like a woman” (if male). Women don’t have to do these things, but a huge portion of them do, and it’s very societally and socially driven.

They’re on the other side of OP’s situation - these women believe these procedures and daily routines make them adhere to “what a woman is” and OP believes that not wanting to do those things means they’re not a woman.

But these women don’t do these things because they have gender dysphoria… or because they feel like they have it. OP mentioned a few of the reasons women might choose these procedures and yet seemingly doesn’t understand why they might have dysphoria… again, avoiding the topic of what all these women might have in common.

If dysphoria makes OP feel like a man, is it because OP showed no interest in performing femininity? Because lots of women don’t do these things. I can’t name anyone who had elective plastic surgery - I do know some people who’ve had it after being burned or being in a horrific accident. I hang out with a group of women who generally don’t wear makeup, or much makeup, and many of them don’t shave. We wear comfortable clothing. We dye our hair, but mostly just fun colors, rather than to achieve perfect ombré or beach waves. We’re all shapes and sizes and none of us feels particularly pressured to diet. There are lots of women in the same boat. Yet none of us feel like we shouldn’t be women, or that these choices make us *not* women.

Is OP conflating “being a woman” with “performing tasks society claimed women do to be women”? By this same token, does OP have dysphoria due to “not being feminine”? Either way, OP doesn’t want to hear from anyone who might want to talk them out of it, so I guess I’ll leave my food for thought here.

[orrested]

LOADING FILE . . .

ID #960213:   JAMIE DUNWOODY. EVAN RODERICK. —  GENDER: CIS MAN.    PRONOUNS: HE/HIM.    AGE: TWENTY-SEVEN.  YEAR: SOPHOMORE.    STUDYING: ARCHITECTURAL ENGINEERING.     CITY OF ORIGIN:  KELSO, SCOTLAND.

NOW PLAYING… I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY BY WHITNEY HOUSTON.  A FADED POSTER OF YOUR PERFECT BODY PINNED TO SOMEONE’S WALL, TOUSLED BROWN HAIR AND A SMILE THAT RIVALS THE SUN, COMING HOME TO WORN FLOORBOARDS AND LEARNING TO BREATHE AGAIN, BRAND NEW CLEATS TO BE JOYOUSLY BROKEN IN, THE RELIEF OF NOBODY KNOWING YOUR NAME – A BLANK SLATE.

IF THE WALLS COULD TALK, THEY’D TELL YOU HE USED TO BE A TEEN HEARTTHROB. 

CONTINUE… ?

HIMBO RUGBY FULLBACK! DEFINITELY NOT THAT ACTOR GUY!

full name james caine dunwoody alias caine kelly nicknames jamie, jim age twenty-seven date of birth february 13, 1996 hometown kelso, scotland nationality american + scottish gender identity cis man pronouns he/him sexual orientation bisexual (somewhat closeted)

height 5’11” eye color blue hair color light brown tattoos none scars none

parents annabel dunwoody (barista), gabriel kelly (film exec, retired actor) siblings chloe kelly (younger half sister) roommate tbd significant other none teams rugby

your parents meet in glasgow: your father filming, your mother reaching for a dream bigger than a small life in a small town. this isn’t love. he leaves her with a baby, and she goes back to that small town. this is love: your ma scooping you up and putting you on the counter to help her cook, your grandpa playing catch for hours in the backyard, something tiny and tight knit and warm. your father comes back when you are old enough to be interesting. when you are old enough to be marketable. jamie dunwoody is whisked off to los angeles before anyone can  do a damn thing to stop it, and caine kelly is born.

you are a charming child and you grow into a pretty teen. your father knows how to market and you learn to be marketable. to flatten that distinctive accent into a blonde all-american boy next door. bit pieces, kid shit, until you are old enough to be every high school girl’s first fantasy. movies, magazines, modeling, a song or two, rumors about you and a member of some girl group you’ve never met before in your life. hair dye, dieting, invasive questions you learn to answer with easy laughter. you’re hot shit. you’re hollywood’s boyfriend.

you grow up. this in itself isn’t the problem: your career keeps booming, parts keep coming in. you are the problem. you don’t like, so much, to be looked at, and you are not so easy to control, not as desperate for your father’s love. you miss your ma, and sitting on the counter, and racing through backyards. after a downward spiral at twenty-one you walk out of a photoshoot and you never look back.

it takes years to learn how to be a person. you find yourself in little moments: making cranachan, your first proper go at rugby, planting your ma’s favorite flowers and watching her smile. to be jamie again, the dunwoody lad, and absolutely nothing else. you decide, eventually, that university would do you some good: new location, new opportunities, new education. you’ve settled in roots and you’d like now to grow. you have the smarts and the money for daskalos, and, well – not the commonest resume. with your new old name and sharp accent and glasses and lack of bottle blonde, with your utter disappearance from pop culture and entirely new demeanor, you’ve no interest in telling anyone you were ever anything but jamie, their fullback, friendly face and warm teasing and open shoulder to lean on.

love is a cautious desire, to be handled with care. you’re pretty still, and you’ve learned to be alright with admiring eyes. the need for something deeper – the romanticism you can’t quite shake – sits quietly in your chest, in need of coaxing. you’d like to love somebody. you think you might be good at it, if you can trust you’ll be wanted as more than another fuck.

MARILYN: DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME BECOME HER?

[jcdedmemories]

[ jonathan bailey, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! JASPER VANDERBILT III just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for THEIR WHOLE LIFE, working as a PEDIATRIC SURGEON. that can’t be easy, especially at only 35 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit EMBARRASSED  and SENSITIVE , but i know them to be INTELLIGENT and PERSONABLE. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN! — @bhqextras

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

full name: jasper alexander vanderbilt III

nickname(s): super jr, doc, jav

pronouns & gender: he/him & cis man

sexuality: heterosexual

age: thirty-five

relationship status: single

birth date: november 3, 191988

birth place: manhattan, new york ,ny

hometown; manhattan, new york, ny

time in town: whole life

occupation: pediatric doctor

parents: jasper & madelyn vanderbilt

siblings: skylar vanderbilt, logan vanderbilt, spencer vanderbilt, holden vanderbilt, bailey vanderbilt

personality: embarrassed, intelligent, personable, sensitive

pet: none

children: none 

APPEARANCE:

celebrity doppelgänger: jonathan bailey

height: 5'11"

hair color: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

FAVORITES:

color: slate gray

non-alcoholic beverage: polar cherry limeade seltzer

alcoholic beverage: michelob ultra

season: spring

candle scent: clean linen

book: to kill a mockingbird by harper lee

video game: n/a

tv show: law & order svu

animated tv show: bob’s burgers

movie: spiderman w/ tobey maguire

holiday movie: a christmas story

disney movie: peter pan

pixar movie: inside out

disney channel original movie: n/a

candy: sour gummy worms

chocolate candy: raisinetes

Fruit: honeydew melon

Vegetable: asparagus

cuisine to eat: chicken and waffles

cuisine to make: pasta

genre of music: pop

artist: michael jackson

band: the backstreet boys

song: i want it that way by the backstreet boys

BIOGRAPHY:

Growing up with parents that were heavily involved in the medical field was very intimidating. It probably wouldn’t have been as bad if said parents didn’t put so much pressure on you to the point where felt sick to your stomach a majority of your life. With a father that was a neurosurgeon and a mother who was a cardiovascular surgeon, you felt like you had to live up to their image, especially being the first child that they had. He never thought that someone would feel remotely the way that Jasper felt, but then he met Devi Nadar. 

Since they both grew up with rich families, he felt like they thought the same way that money wasn’t as big of a deal as their parents may have felt. While Jasper excelled in science and math classes, it was clear that he was going to end up in med school just to make his parents proud. What they didn’t know was that he was planning to become a pediatric surgeon. He felt like there weren’t enough pediatric doctors in the nation overall and even less surgeons. He had gone off to med school but he remained close with Devi, not wanting to be severed from her. 

A lot of people would’ve thought that Devi and Jasper were dating and he didn’t mind that because he knew what him and Devi had with one another. They kept in touch with his best friend as he went through school and even his residency. He didn’t have as much time to hang out with her throughout the residency but luckily she understood that about him which made Jasper appreciate the time they had together even more. 

Jasper met a woman who was as gorgeous as they came. He thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with her. Things were going great until well, they weren't. She eventually got sick of Jasper's long hours and constantly being on call during his residency that she was tired of feeling alone. Jasper did though try to come by and surprise her with flowers and take out so that they could spend an evening they didn't know they were going to get together with the one he loved. Well, he came home to her in bed with someone else. Jasper's heart was broken. 

After his residency, Jasper remained in New York and got a job as an attending at Mt. Sinai Hospital as a pediatric surgeon attending. He has performed many life saving surgeries in his time as an attending and he is grateful to have helped as many kids as he could. While his parents think he copped out in going to pediatrics, his younger sisters have been routing for him since day one. 

[applejongho]

I don't think I ever mentioned it on here, nor is it rly applicable here, but whatever. the movie 'across the spiderverse' was one of the most important things I consumed that made me affirm my gender and gender expression.

and like, yeah, I'm a cis woman. I use she/her pronouns. for a while I was like, what gender is there to affirm? this is one of the common ones. there's a lot of women existing on earth. but all the same, gender is a spectrum and I didn't ever feel like I fit in as a girl when I was younger. I felt different. in hindsight, it was probably because my mom bought all of my clothes and didn't let me choose them myself. it was probably because I had really bad acne all over my body and my mom made me feel ashamed of it, so I had to cover it up. that limited a lot of what clothing I wore. it was probably because my mom never let me experiment with my hair. I had developed no self expression and I certainly had no self esteem. and I had no goddamn idea of who I was or what I wanted to be.

I got older and fought the battle to find these things for myself. I'm still fighting it to be honest. back when across the spiderverse was released, my biggest barrier that I felt like I had to cross was haircuts. I knew how I wanted my hair. I knew that I would like it. But I was so fucking terrified of how people would perceive me. Will people think less of me if I get an undercut? Will people think less of me if my hair is short? Am I still going to be as "woman" as all of the other women if I cut my hair how I want?

I had gone through a similar battle with clothing, but that was a lot easier to fight through. You can take off your clothing whenever you want. You can change who you are whenever. You can get a new wardrobe to express anything you want whenever. Hair was hair and it would not grow back in a day. I would have to live with the choice that I made for myself for at least a few months, and it was horrifying.

Seeing Gwen on screen was like sunshine cutting through fog after a bad rainstorm. She was everything that I wanted to be. She had cool hair, a cool attitude, and love for her friends. She loved and played music on instruments like me. She would not stand for anything she didn't agree with. she wasn't too "punk rock" to hug her dad. who fucking cares if people judge me for my hair if i can look like her? I bawled during the first five minutes of the movie in the theater during her introduction while my brother next to me looked at me like I was crazy. you're not supposed to fucking cry over a character intro. well.

Seeing Hobie on screen also made me choke up. Like Gwen, his personality was bold and vibrant. As someone who is very new to the alt/punk(/goth) subculture, his presence in the movie was so affirming. in general, all spiders in the movie were affirmations that I could be whoever the fuck I wanted to be. I could present however I wanted to present. and any of it was ok.

their representation and character arcs were exactly what I needed to feel more confident in my own skin. what gender is there to affirm? my own. my own gender that's mine and it finally feels like mine because I see other women and other people putting it on display and being proud of it. it's because of people like gwen and hobie that I was able to figure out and feel confident about who I was and what worked for my own gender expression. ❤️

[willablyss]

“I’M NOT YOUR DAYDREAM - STOP, ‘CAUSE YOU’RE KILLING MY VIBE”

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Willa Reverie Blyss

Professionally know: Reverie

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis woman {She/Her}

AGE: 34

BIRTHDAY: December 10, 1989

ZODIAC: Sagittarius Sun, Capricorn Rising, Cancer Moon

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Taylor Swift

OCCUPATION: Singer/Lyricist/Romance Author

HOMETOWN: Medford, NJ

CAREER CLAIM: Taylor Swift

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “GIRL IS A GUN” BY HALSEY

BIOGRAPHY: TW DIVORCE, BULLYING MENTION

Willa was born to a farmer and stay-at-home mother in Medford, NJ. What used to be dirt roads and a barely-known location to pick anything from apples and pumpkins, to peaches and strawberries - became commercial by the time Willa was in middle school. The small farm tripled in size and Willa cannot recall a time where it wasn’t busy. Willa’s mother was her best friend growing up, and was the one who gifted Willa her first ever guitar at 13 years old. The young blonde took lessons from their neighbor, but ultimately was self-taught. When her parents were discussing her taking over the farm, she was strumming around her room pretending to be a star like Carrie Underwood. Word broke out in school when Willa performed an original song at the talent show that she was aiming to become a singer and songwriter. The bullying was through the roof, though she would retreat to her mother after the drama ensued for the day. One thing Willa’s mother knew better than anyone else was her own daughter, and she could see how badly she wanted this for her life. Willa’s mother wound up moving to Nashville, TN, with Willa in order to give her dreams a chance. It was through this transition period that her parents split up, though it never interrupted Willa’s thoughts and hopes about love. In fact, she wrote a whole album about it at 16 that really put her on the map. Suddenly, all the kids who were cruel to her back at home were silenced in her mind. It didn’t stop there. Willa wound up moving to NYC, putting out album after album for years. Currently, she just went on her most massive tour yet. No one knows, but she has been writing romance novels under a pseudonym and actually plans on retiring from music to focus on a quieter life after the next few albums are released.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HER!

Willa is motherly as a friend. Obsessed with organization and doing things perfectly, Willa herself is her biggest critic. She loves to cook and bake, especially when she's stressed. She tends to hide herself away when she gets eureka moments in the ways of her music. She loves cats and isn't really a dog person. She has bad luck in the ways of love. She just loves so hard and falls very fast, which leaves her vulnerable to those with not the best intentions and it shows in her dating history. Willa is really kind to others, but she is guarded due to her status that comes along with the fear of people using her to get ahead. She loves to dance and go out for drinks, she also loves to attend concerts and festivals. She's a very extroverted introvert. She has a vinyl and mug collection that she loves dearly. She prefers the piano to the guitar as of late. She's in the middle of her next book and finishing up her next album. She's all about the hustle and doesn't really know how to slow down.In the end, she's just the warmest person with a big heart who wants to be loved.

PERSONALITY:

+ Compassionate, Benevolent, and Artistic

- Guarded, Workaholic, and Petulant