#i dare you to tell that is the hair of a cis person

[tmasc-confessions]

I'm sorry, this will be long. TW for SA and bullying.

As a transman I'm kind of sickened by the widely accepted attitude that transwomen/fems and cis women can do no harm and are subjugated by masc trans people. That femininity and anyone who identifies with it is a harmless victim. That misogyny (and transphobia) affect them only. It's genuinely revolting how much gender essentialist TERF shit has seeped into the community at large, and how uncritically people are willing to accept it.

As a transman I have been:

Raped at 15 by an adult cis women who had predatorially integrated herself into our teenage friend group.

Bullied relentlessly by a cis woman and our (once joint) friend group to the point of having to switch schools.

Bullied for YEARS behind my back by two separate transwomen, one who took the side of bully mentioned in the pervious bullet point. She played both sides and also constantly questioned my queerness, insisting I was faking it. I'll never forget the words "are you even gay or just a woman?" that were spoken to me, as a bisexual transman, by another queer/trans person I considered my best friend.

The second trans woman who bullied me for years also consistently went behind my back to talk shit about me to our entire friend group while I spent every weekend driving upwards of 8 hours to see her and paying for all of her expenses when we were together. She also constantly tried to feminize me (which got worse after she came out) asking to do my makeup or pointing out feminine clothes I should wear after I'd already said no and telling me I looked like female celebrities she had crushes on. She also took half naked pictures of my partner and I asleep and sent them to our GC as a "joke" when we were all under 18. Finally, after borderline stalking me all weekend at a convention this summer (we hadn't talked for almost 4 years, because in 2020 I found out about how much she'd always bullied me behind my back) she confessed to me that she'd only done all of this because she was so jealous of me.

So yeah, she bullied a transman into isolation from his queer friend group (and lifeline, honestly. I come from a very conservative, evangelical home.) FOR YEARS because she was jealous of the anatomy that I was born with. She even admitted that she knew I was insecure about people talking about me because of the bullying I'd previously faced and because of the rejection and scapegoating I'd faced in my home life, and she used that against me on purpose. She hurt and traumatized me on purpose because she couldn't handle her own jealousy over a transmasc having been born with the anatomy that she wasn't.

These instances of bullying have had long lasting effects on me and will always impact my ability to connect with and trust others. I sometimes still dream about being bullied by these people and I'm almost 26. Being bullied by people who you trusted as friends carries it's own kind of weight.

I have been SA'd by multiple transwomen aswell, not just cis women, but I've always felt like if I talk about it, I'll be victim blamed, invalidated and called a transmisogynist for daring to suggest that transwomen and fems are not exempt from needing to procure and respect consent.

I frequent a lot of irl queer spaces. Yes, I go to the club, to conventions, local meet ups etc. Basically, yes, I do touch grass. In these spaces I have been:

Grabbed and pulled on by the neck (w/o consent) by a trans woman to the point where two of my friends had to step in because she was ignoring me when I asked her to stop and was displaying visibly resistant body language.

Had my pronouns willfully ignored by a lesbian trans woman at the bar over and over again (eventhough I and I my friends corrected her every time) so that she could continue making random sexualizing comments about me (about wanting to pull my hair and choke me) w/o having to reconcile that she was attracted to someone who was not a woman. Me, a transman. My brother even had to ask her to stop making these comments about me directly to him because it was making him uncomfortable too.

I've been pressured into having sex with a trans woman in front of her boyfriend and all her friends while being choked and bitten w/o consent. She tried to make me do it again in front of my roommate on a separate occasion. Not once even asking if I wanted to fuck her or be touched at all in the first place. She just kind of expressed entitlement over my body.

I've had to reassure my other transmasc friend that they weren't being transphobic for feeling violated by a trans woman who started choking them and forcing oral sex on them w/o consent. Both of these instances happened separately to us at the same event.

I've been raped and sexually assaulted and bullied many times in my life, by people belonging to both feminine and masculine genders, cis men, cis women, trans people, and there's this undercurrent of misogyny and transphobia to all of them.

I don't like to get caught up on AGAB, but the second you have an AFAB-appearing body, people start treating you like an object. They express this entitlement towards you and your body that completely disregards your personhood regardless of your protests. Women, trans or cis, still need to ask for consent. Feminine people are still capable of violating your consent. Queer people are still capable of letting their attraction towards you manifest in misogynistic, transphobic ways. 

TRANSMEN STILL FACE AND HAVE FACED MISOGYNY. TRANSPHOBIA ISNT OKAY JUST BECAUSE ITS DIRECTED AT A MASC PERSON. YOUR SEXUAL ASSAULT ISN'T LESS VALID BECAUSE JUST THE PERPETRATOR WAS QUEER OR A WOMAN.

All that said, I still have so many cherished and wonderful expirences with my trans siblings. I value those nights where I've talked until dawn with a circle of random trans people at conventions. I value those moments where I've felt so much kinship with trans -women and -fems. My time spent in those instances of trans community building keep me fucking going.

I know better than anyone that so much of this vitriol towards transmascs really is just terminally online garbage being spewed by channers who hate themselves, but I also know that no one group of people is inherently safe because of the way they identify. Trans women aren't all inherently safe and pure and transmen aren't inherently privileged and they are not traitors.

Some of the kindest things I've heard about transmen, and my own personal presentation, have come from my trans sisters. Some of the most vile things I've heard about transmen have come from my trans brothers.

At the end of the day, I am sometimes scared that these wonderful trans people I meet irl are the same trans people shitting on transmascs online, but the healing nature of being with my trans siblings is more powerful than that.

Everyone and anyone can do harm regardless or gender. Trans people live unique lives that can't be watered down to "TME" or "TMA" or whatever the next discourse designed to divide us might be.

PLEASE, respect your trans siblings and their autonomy. No gender identity makes you incapable of being a fucking bully. No amount of dysphoria excuses abusing each other out of jealousy.

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[st5lker]

one thing i dont see talked about very often is the casual transmisogyny specific to nonbinary transfems especially those of us who have any kind of masculine presentation/pronouns. like as a bigender person i consider myself both a trans woman and a gay man at the same time in different parts and everyone just kind of sees that and goes "oh so youre not an actual trans woman so being transmisogynistic doesnt matter". and believe me i dont consider myself having it "worse" like im far safer irl than most binary post-transition transfems since i present masculinely irl and I constantly recognize that but when it comes to casual transmisogyny people are transmisogynistic in a very insidious way when youre nonbinary.

like people who would normally be really careful about checking themselves for transmisogyny just throw everything out the window when they realize youre nonbinary. you tell them you consider yourself a woman and a man at the same time, or anything in between, or have any kind of attachment to masculinity, and they immediately mentally categorize you as a man. it doesnt matter how you present, what you say, whether it's online or offline---if you're amab and don't fit the bill of being "woman enough" people online will go "thats a man" end of sentence.

the most painful part is that it comes from everybody. it comes from the cis lesbians that called that amab nonbinary person on tiktok a rapist for saying they liked when bi women primarily attracted to women were into them. it comes from the "femboy" obsessed tme transmascs and nbs who don't take your concerns about their transmisogyny seriously. and rarely, but most hurtfully, it comes from other trans women. anyone else remember when lesbianchemicalplant endlessly harassed a trans girl on here for daring to call her attraction to men gay? I do. I do because I saw it at a vulnerable time in my development and it made me repress myself for years because I thought being gay for men and a trans women were the most mutually exclusive things in the world and daring to say you can connect to both of those will get you labeled a Fake Transfem that's doing it for clout. i STILL get a feeling in the back of my mind that whenever i mention being a transfem after talking abt being a gay man people will be like "dont be ridiculous you're not REALLY transfem".

this of course comes from the fact that trans women are held to an impossibly high standards of femininity. you have to be a Capital W Woman to be taken seriously. meaning, of course, that you have to have long hair and thin shoulders and wear dresses and be skinny and short and attractive and usually white (unless they have a fetish for black women, then you can be black IF you hit the rest of those criteria). no matter what you can't be anything CLOSE to a man. make sure you take hrt and get The Surgery too and throw in some breast implants while you're at it.

if you're not rejecting every single part of you that could at all be associated with masculinity you're not even trying, you're just a man, you're just like all other men, and they don't have to care what you say about how you're treated. that type of transmisogyny is so deeply ingrained in literally everyone and its so depressing. it comes back to haunt ALL transfems but the way nonbinary transfems are treated is a perfect example of it.

[tams-writeblr]

Love in a hopeless Place 8

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: T for Teen, no real warnings, just a little nudity and horniness. Wordcount: 1k Author's note: You wanted something fluffy? Be my guest! Comments would be appreciated!

Today's music recommendation: Dashboard Confessional - Stolen

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Act II

Chapter I

Part 2/4

"Hey sleepyhead, now it's really time to get up!"

I growled and turned my face into the sheets, trying to stay in the comfortable warmth of the bed a little longer.

"Geez, I've never seen anybody sleep so well. It shows you were a sheltered little Daddy's girl."

I huffed and threw a deadly glance at the figure that dared to pull me out of my sweet dreams.

Silco now was in trousers, and a fresh, red shirt hung unbuttoned around his frame. His hair came loose, making him look younger. The shadow of his stubble was still there. "Our bath is ready," he announced.

Exchanging the warmth of the bed for the warmth of a tub suddenly didn't seem as bad anymore. As I crawled out of the sheets, the muscles of my thighs feeling sore, he handed me a worn-out bathrobe. Right, the bathroom was in the hallway.

He still checked the outside, before shooing me down the hall and into a tiny room with no windows, sparse lighting and old, rusty appliances.

The tub was nothing more but a zinc vat, and imagining Silco alone in this thing involved fairly tucked-up legs.

As I let the bathrobe glide to the ground sloppily, Silco neatly placed his clothes on the toilet lid. I felt a little awkward watching him get undressed now that the heat of the night was gone.

He stepped into the tub first, offering me a hand, so I'd join him. At least the water was pleasantly warm. My back to his chest, we sat down, and some water instantly spilled over. It was really narrow but also cozy just sitting there, quietly enjoying each other's company. Silco washed my back, my neck, my arms. He left me shivering as he went on to kiss every part that he just hand cleaned. He continued teasing the sensitive skin of the crook of my neck, even after playfully telling him to stop it.

I was getting on my knees vigorously and turned to face him. As I punched his chest half-serious, I sent a wave out of the tub. "I told you to stop it!"

"Wow, careful kid, the good warm water," he chuckled, taking my wrists in his hands and pulling me in for a kiss. "My neighbors won't have any for the rest of the day because of us."

"I don't care." I returned, sticking out my tongue.

Silco clicked his tongue. "Damn, you are a brat, aren't you?" He pulled me in for another kiss, that quickly got heated. "Wow, careful kid. You're quite insatiable, aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes teasingly and gave him a sly smile. "I can't be helped with such a handsome man naked with me in the tub."

"No, no, no, you're getting a few days off, to recover."

I pouted and put my chin on his shoulder. "Man, I hate it when you're right. I really do feel sore."

He placed a hand on my back. "There, there, I'll try not to be as handsome."

"Impossible," I moaned dramatically, embracing his hug. We stayed like this until the water had run cold and somebody kept knocking on the bathroom door.

Silco got fully dressed and told me to sneak back into his apartment. "I'll be right back. Just look through my nightstand and take something to wear, you like."

I nodded, tiptoed through the hallway, and back into his room. In the tiny drawer right next to his bed, I found his shirts and sweaters neatly aligned, but there were no comfortable pants to be found. I got into my yesterday's underwear and just slipped into a gray sweater that at least managed to cover my ass. While waiting for Silco to return, I went over the books in the massive case on the wall. Tipping the backs with my pointer, I browsed the titles and found a great variation of literature. Very few seemed to be actual fiction books, most of them were political commentaries and manifests, socio-economic stuff and even some books about bookkeeping. I was also surprised to find a whole shelf full of chemistry books. As I scanned the fictional books more intensely to get a sense of what he might find entertaining, the apartment door was opened, and Silco, fresh as a new coin, entered.

He just rolled up his sleeves as he noticed me standing there.

"Have you read all of these?"

He shrugged slightly and stepped next to me. "Mostly. I dropped some when I didn't like them, but other than that, yes."

I didn't know many people that were that bookish. A lot of people, I knew, couldn't even read. I myself wasn't that bookish, had always been more into numbers. "Which is your favorite?"

Silco snorted. He ran a digit over his lower lip, fixed onto the back of all his books. "That's a tough one. I don't think I have one."

"Then which of them would you say I'd have to read?"

He pointed to a book with a dark blue cover - a real tome.

"The ABC of accounting?", I raised an eyebrow. "You serious?"

"You want to be better than Claus? He's not keeping his books very serious, so you need to." He looked at me with a crooked smile. "Not quite the answer you were hoping for?"

"I know the basics of accounting. Gimme something better."

He pointed at a similar book right next to the first one.

Advanced accounting.

"You think you're hilarious, right?"

"No, I don't have a good sense of humor. No, seriously, if you're interested in any of them, just take it and read it. It's not the secret library of Piltover, I don't care. Just don't mess up the order."

"Ah," I stretched. "I think, I'll pass for now."

He ruffled my still damp hair. "Are you hungry? I don't have much here, but better than nothing."

Indeed, I was starving.

[adalwolfgang]

ADAL!!! saw your requests/inbox is open…and i had to send in a little something something!!!

heard you do “i ship you with…” so i was wondering what gotham character you might ship me with!!!

As far as physical appearance goes, I’m a 4’11 cis female with long brown hair and brown eyes, tan skin, hispanic, and wear a lot of black and red :> (and wearing glasses when im not in my contacts sksksk)

As far as personality goes, I’m a little eccentric, lots of jokes teehee, my MBTI is INTP, aquarius zodiac sign, and I love a possessive jealous protective man 🤞 I’m bisexual with a preference for men, and my ideal date idea is a movie at home !! or a grocery store date (i love shopping!!)

tysm adal ^_^ u dont have to if you dont want too, or if you dont do these anymore!! Just thought it might be fun !!

A/N: AHHH YES!! I wont ever stop doing these so you're good! Also sorry for the wait! Im trying to get through asks today because the numbers are starting to stack up and I don't want to keep holding it off anymore! But my inbox will always be open!

I ship you with...

Oswald Cobblepot!

Let's start with the height difference.

He loves it.

A lot.

Almost everyone he's ever encountered is always taller than him, or his height is used against him.

Definitely has a sort of power kink toward it if yk what I mean.

Now onto your color scheme.

We've all seen his many outfits throughout episodes and how fashionable he is.

He'll spoil you to your hearts content on whatever you want.

Including clothes.

There's a black and red outfit you've been wanting from a store down the street?

It's sitting on your bed by the next hour or so with a little love note attached to it.

If he's feeling it, you'll both be matching that day, wearing the similar black and red that you love so much.

He'll also make sure you always have a spare set of glasses or contacts on hand.

Just incase yk?

If anyone dares to even tease you about your clothes, glasses, looks in general?

Dead.

I can't stress the 'anyone' enough.

He knows what it's like being talked down to and mocked so he isn't having non of that when it comes to you.

He doesn't want his darling going through the same shit he went through.

He's gonna do whatever it takes to make you live the best.

As a queen.

His queen.

He's not the best at telling jokes but he does have a certain sense of humor.

Like laughing at the people, who've hurt either him or you, who are on the ground screaming in pain.

Again, a certain sense of humor.

Lets say you try a harmless prank on him, and end up scaring the shit out of him.

He'll scold you but is smiling by the end of it.

If you tell him a joke, he'll laugh at it.

While also staring at you with a loving gaze.

Back to him loving to spoil you, he much prefers taking you out to extravagant places for a ideal date like a fancy restaurant but won't mind just chilling at his mansion and snuggling up on the couch with you.

He doesn't get the whole shopping dates you mention though.

Why do something like that when he can just make others do it for you?

If you beg for it enough, he'll agree.

But he makes sure zsasz and a couple other of his men come along.

Again just in case.

He'll tell them to spread out and not stick so close to you both so it can feel like it's just you and him having a nice bonding moment.

Don't expect him to carry anything though.

Poor Zsasz we'll probably get stuck acting as some pack mule.

[spacelazarwolf]

I really hate how often neo ra/df/ems will go on and on about how trans fem's transitions are waaaaaay more difficult and they're waaaaaay less likely to pass, but if a trans masc dared to make any similar comparisons, they'd be fucking crucified.

There are a lot of feelings I have around sex-based discrimination and the difficulties of a masculinizing transition. On one hand, I don't think comparing struggles like that is useful (i.e. trans women have harder transitions).

On the other hand, I feel like the reality of the situation is actually quite the opposite for many people (everyone acknowledges that testosterone makes your voice drop and you grow hair, but nobody seems to want to acknowledge hysterectomy vs orchi, voice training is still often needed, electrolysis for phallo, the fact that bottom surgery is usually multi-staged [even metoidioplasty is sometimes 2 stages] with a lot of moving parts and far worse scarring, top surgery is almost a necessity for passing whereas not every trans fem wants top surgery + scars are easier to hide, face masculinization is far less common w/ fewer options, puberty begins earlier in perisex people AFAB and puberty blockers don't always allow for full height to be achieved bc they don't typically allow you to start testosterone until you're about 15 even IF you were a "classic" trans-since-3-years-old kinda case, the extreme body horror that is accidental pregnancy and abortion and menstruation when that's dysphoric vs not being able to carry a pregnancy just feels like an insulting comparison sometimes and I've had multiple trans women call me inconsiderate for expressing horror at getting my bodily rights taken away bc "that triggers my dysphoria", testosterone is a scheduled substance and has more difficult administration methods than simply a pill, etc.)

And so I bite my tongue and try to be the better person, because stooping to that low doesn't help anything. But at the same time it's so extremely frustrating to be told that you "have it better" when, considering the facts, it REALLY feels like the opposite. There's this level of bitterness around that that I am DESPERATELY trying to resolve within myself. I have a therapist. I know it's projection. I'm working on my own bullshit. But please tell me I'm not alone in feeling this way? I just wish they'd stop with that rhetoric and realize just how difficult the average trans masc transition truly is

yeah it's really frustrating for ppl to present Trans Women's Experiences and Trans Men's Experiences as diametrically opposed, with one experience being Eternal Pain And Inescapable Suffering and the other being Barely A Blip On The Life Radar. and while i understand it's coming from a place of pain, i've also experienced a lot of trans women shutting me down when i try to talk about how abortion rights affect me. back when i was first dipping my toe into trans spaces, i was friends with a trans woman who told me it was transmisogynistic of me to want to transition because "trans women would kill to have been born in your body." and while it absolutely comes from a different place than when cis men try to assert control over me and there's not the same power dynamic, it's still a complete stranger feeling entitled to tell me what to do with my body because of the sex i was assigned at birth. it's frustrating to have people i'm supposed to be in community with play into the same sexist bullshit that other people, regardless of gender, have been holding over my head my whole life, feeling like they own my body bc women and ppl who are forcibly assigned the role of women in society are seen as public property. our bodies aren't our own. everyone feels entitled to comment on them and touch them and make decisions about them. and it sucks when it comes from other people who should understand how that feels.

and like. obviously this idea that trans men's transition is so much easier than trans women's is unhelpful bc 1. there is no one particular way for trans men to transition, 2. not everyone who transitions in the way typically associated with trans men is a trans man, 3. it doesn't take into account how disability, race, ethnicity, etc. play into people's experiences before, during, and after transition, and 4. it's just not a fucking competition????? the fact that a disabled black trans man is going to be more systemically oppressed in society than a wealthy white trans woman doesn't mean trans men as a category are Objectively More Oppressed than trans women. bc gender is like. the worst possible way to try to gauge a group's place within the system. bc at this point, gender is not the most powerful system, race is. and i feel like a fuck ton of people really do not recognize that.

another thing that has bugged me for as long as i've been in trans spaces is this bizarre attitude that trans women are doomed to this miserable life of clockability and will never be able to pass as cis women thus they must accept that their life will be nothing but pain and suffering. and that's just very much not true! i know plenty of trans women who "pass" or who are happy with their bodies, who have jobs they love and friends and family who love them, who have a community that supports and celebrates them. and it has just always rubbed me the wrong way that people think they're helping trans women by presenting their existence as Inevitably Miserable when all it does is terrify closeted trans girls who think they're better off never coming out or transitioning, or better off dying. like. we have to understand that these narratives we create, the idea of the perpetually suffering trans woman and the lonely isolated trans man, are absolutely driving people to suicidal ideation. and if we give a shit about trans people, we should be changing these narratives.

[pinchinschlimbah]

Hi, something is bugging me today and I need your input on it. You wrote something about Kyo and drag, and I have the same feeling. I've been back to Dir the last 6 months after almost 15 years gap. During this gap, I came to terms with my queerness, took a deeper interest in queer culture and (tried to) educate myself. I have a sweet spot for drag artistry that tends more to the fraeaky side. Because of my taste in general, let's say I'm more a Dragula entouthiast than a Dragrace one. I'm sorry if this is long and twisted, but I like to provide context... I also have to "hide" this interest at home, because my partner is a transwoman, but she's also stopped hormones and tend more and more on the NB side of transition (long hair, not shaving beard, non gendered clothes, going with "any pronouns is fine" but still using the female name she picked). And she's not really a drag fan, in fact, it's a little transphobic for her. And I get that, some dragqueens (gay cis male ones) do have a little problem portraying female figures... I guess you get what I mean.

Back to Kyo. Maybe it's because every Kyo fan I met was a problematic person (lol)? Very, very obsessed with him, almost religious to anything he does, like he's the fucking messiah! So I started to pick on him, making jokes, just to piss off these women I used to hang with. Turns out, 15 years later and even if these women are not in my life anymore, he's still the butt of the jokes, my lolcow, the target of my bullying. In a strict circle of choosen people who get my sense of humour and never online or to his face (like I could harrass him IRL lol). I just don't like the guy and he's doing a perfect job at fuelling my despise. He comes off as arrogant, acting like his shit doesn't smell, gathering a circle of followers who will fistfight you if you dare to criticize or question anyhing coming from him.

With that in mind, when I saw this pic https://www.instagram.com/p/C-XoBeES7Wo/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA== my brow raised... I see wig, fake eyelashes, overdrew lips, everyhting is drag coded! And the MFing lolita headpiece??? After the infamous clip of him and Die poking fun at gothic lolitas! It was too much for me. I don't give a rat's ass it was like 20 years ago and they might have change minds about gothic lolitas, cross dressing or whatever! I felt angry, like, I don't know why but I was pissed. And here is why I'm bothering you on Christmas' eve while I should be working.

Is this bloody cultural appropriation or not? I'll die on the hill that drag is for everyone, regardless of gender, sexual orientation, skin color or whatever. But, where do you draw the line between hommage and plunder? Inspiration and deadpan lootering of the art of a discrimlnated community? Artists who takes risks when performing, in clubs targeted by gunmen and bigots? I KNOW Japan has a different aproach to male impersonating females on stage, kabukl and everything. I KNOW "it's not that serious, Mary!" I KNOW it's Japan and Dir will never acknowledge any personal infos. But it's twisting my guts he's only showing and not talking. At least, can he say somewhere he's paying hommage to a culture that inspires him. Somewehere everybody can read it, not in a magazine interview that will only reach japanese speaking people. Just share something on IG. It's getting personal, I need Kyo to tell me he's not the arrogant asshole I think he is since 2000. Because everything he does is sending me redflags, from the day I listened to Mazohist of Decadance I question his opinion on abortion, from the way he acted toward fans I dread he hates women, which is rich considering he built his career on the back and the purse of women. And now he's queerbaiting? Because he's not an idiot and saw where the potential was? Yes, I'm getting too emotional. Sorry for the rant, the mispelling and the bad english. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say, here and if you feel like it answer to my void shooting. But I'd understand this is an overwhelming message and you don't have time or interest in it.

Have a great day, celebrating or not, I'm going to lie in bed with a book and try not to hyperfocus on the crap in my head.

Hello! First of all, thank you for taking the time to write out all of this. I'm going to try my best to answer all the aspects here but if you think there's anything important I've missed, feel free to follow up. Also necessary disclaimer that all of this is just my opinions garnered from my best understanding of following Kyo's work, at the end of the day Kyo is a stranger on the other side of the world speaking a language that I have to rely on third party translations to understand, and I can't ever truly know exactly what's going on in his head.

So first of all, it seems the main question you're asking is, do I think Kyo's usage of drag imagery and culture is appropriation or queerbaiting? Personally, I do not. Based on everything I've seen and heard from him, it's clear to me that he's got a deep appreciation and understanding for the culture of drag, and has done his homework as someone who is looking to be part of the drag community. I myself am someone who is deeply involved in my local drag and queer community, and every drag person I've shown Kyo's recent work to has recognized his appearance and mannerisms as drag, as one of us rather than an inauthentic imitation for some sort of clout. The couple of friends who I've pulled down the diru/vkei hole with me, have felt the same way I have of resonating with Kyo's work in part because the kinds of drag he does reminds us of ourselves and our friends and the drag artists we look up to, and it's exciting to see someone who looks like that and performs like that also making such good music (drag queen music, as a genre, is unfortunately usually uhhhhh not great hahaha) and being so highly recognized for it.

[As a side note, I'm sorry to hear that your partner has had such a difficult time with drag! I think RuPaul in particular has unfortunately had a heavy hand in trying to separate drag from transness in a very ahistorical way, especially in the earlier seasons of Drag Race which then filtered into the popular opinion about what drag was or should be. But luckily I think most people in the community have since come around to the idea that drag is more about an exploration and celebration of all types of gender expression and identity rather than just "men pretending to be women" and while I think you're much more likely to find people with more in-between expressions in more local communities who aren't concerned with being palatable for television, Dragula has been good about showcasing people all over the spectrum and even Drag Race has come around more recently to featuring openly trans, female, and nonbinary people on the show!]

While I do think it would be really cool to see Kyo give acknowledgement to the specific drag artists who he appears to be directly inspired by, I don't think it's accurate to say he hasn't given any acknowledgement to the drag or queer community as a whole. Of course there are the magazine interviews, which yes they are created for a Japanese audience but translations are available online and digital autotranslate features make it infinitely easier for these interviews to be accessible to wider audiences than in previous decades. In these interviews [here and here], he has expressed support for queer rights (something still very controversial in Japan!), repeatedly brings up queerness and his support for it even when it's not super related to the questions asked, stated that he aims to title and write his songs from a place outside of gender, refers to himself as effeminate, said that he names his songs after drag queens and other queer people, that he modeled Candis (song and video) after Showa era gay icon popstars and that his intended primary audience for the song is gay men, that a show he watched when he was younger about a trans woman had a lasting impact on him, and that he has incorporated queer imagery into his shows with the goal of showing support for the queer community and to display queer love as something beautiful and important.

Even outside of magazine interviews...I think Valentina and the media surrounding it is a perfect example of him being as outright as he can without saying the quiet part out loud. (as I've been yelling about recently, the fact that there are so few officially Out queer Japanese musicians is a whole complicated issue but long story short I don't blame him given the oppressive culture there for not outright identifying himself as queer. I think it would be cool if he did, but I'm not holding my breath even if I do believe him to be someone of queer experience) The song is named after a drag queen. The song is from a feminine perspective. Kyo is in undeniably feminine drag in the video and using feminine/draggy mannerisms. He's holding a "Melty-chan" doll which, thanks to Kyo sharing a post about this on his instagram story when the promo photos first dropped, we know this doll is from an art exhibit specifically about navigating life as a queer person. While not exactly textually related, he also posted on his insta story about Catwoman being his girlfriend AND the Joker being his boyfriend, at the same time he was posting teasers for the shoot.

And also, importantly, the interview where he's wearing lipstick and lingerie begins with the interviewer's shock at Kyo presenting this way, and Kyo responding with "Really? The truth is I wanted to do it earlier, but the timing now ended up being perfect. It's a worldview not possible for DIR EN GREY, but I thought it's fine with sukekiyo." I think a lot of what you're interpreting to be insincere or malicious intent is actually just growth and letting himself be who he always wanted to be but felt he wasn't allowed to explore after a certain point and turned to lashing out at those things instead during that time. It's very very clear looking at Dir en Grey's chronological history that they got caught up in a particularly ugly bout of toxic masculinity/internalized misogyny/queerphobia in the early-mid 2000s, and I don't blame you for being put off by things they said and did during that time- I also bailed around then because I was at best uninterested and at worst actively upset by those versions of themselves. And that's part of why I've found their turnaround so exciting- looking at everything, to me it seems pretty clear it wasn't a sudden pivot as a cash/attention grab now that queerness and drag are trendy to a certain marketable audience. It was a gradual process over the past decade of the whole band learning to love those parts of themselves again that they started with in the early days and then abandoned and admonished, to get to the point of again being as flamboyant and theatrical and feminine as they are now.

I'm curious where you got the impression that present day Kyo is arrogant and full of himself and seeking out mindlessly devoted followers when I've honestly been frustrated with the exact opposite impression reading his interviews. He consistently gives the impression of having incredibly low self-worth, going on repeatedly about how he doesn't think his talents or skills are particularly impressive and he doesn't believe others when they tell him he's amazing or that they're a devoted fan of his and so on. It's made me want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him and tell him to be kinder to himself because his work is, in fact, incredible and he is deserving of love as much as anyone else. I do think he has the tendency to often be intentionally obtuse or annoying in interviews and appearances (such as wearing a bag over his head at the M&Gs on this year's European tour or the infamous film screening appearance from a few months ago where he sat on the floor eating snacks and putting tape on Shinya's shoes instead of answering the questions) which is not going to be everyone's cup of tea and might not be yours! But I personally don't find these actions to be coming from a place of arrogance, I genuinely just think he thinks it's funny and is trying to amuse himself and others when for someone who does those types of appearances often, they can end up feeling redundant and uninspiring after a while just by nature of doing it so many times.

I admittedly have not read many interviews from the toxic masculinity era which may be where your primary impression is coming from, but this one (from a western metal magazine, in I think 2008) stuck out to me as particularly interesting, where the pull quote significantly twists what he actually said and paired with the chosen photo makes him look like a huge dick, but the actual sentiment in the textual quote is that the band is trying to act more tough and "bad" than they actually are because they think they're supposed to, which I feel like really encapsulates what was going on with them at that time and their desperation to be taken seriously as heavy metal musicians outside of the vkei costumes and theatrics.

I do think it says a lot that no one in the industry has had anything bad to say about any of the members (other than poking fun at them for being too shy offstage) and that they've had no personal scandals that I've seen, that they've been able to remain an active and successful band for nearly 30 years with no lineup changes, and that Kyo has two other active bands who he seems to get along very well with. I don't think any of this would be the case if he was actually as miserable and annoying to deal with as he likes to pretend he is, since artistic talent only gets you so far if you're insufferable as a person. I think there's a good chance that under all his bristling, he is actually just a nice guy haha. I hope some of this has been insightful or helpful for you, and as I said at the start, please feel free to circle back if you have more to say!

[lnkedmyheart]

I like f/m skk ships when done right. Sure transfem is awesome and all, but I as a mostly feminine nb lesbian would like to point out that skk is a FANON gay ship, if your entire ship falls apart if one of them is gender swapped maybe that's a you problem. To me gender doesnt exactly matter outside of exploring themes that are influenced by the visible appearance of a character or silly what if scenarios. It really says something if your argument against people making skk f/m is "it takes away their whole dynamic" or "why are you making them het". Did you know 2 bi people of opposite genders can be in a relationship and still be bi? Do you know gender fluidity exists and some people do use their assigned at birth pronouns interchangeably with neutral ones? Did you know people can and will fetishize trans characters just as much as "het" ones?

A massive chunk of the fem Dazai/ bottom Dazai content I have seen turns him into this whimpering pathetic mockery of subservient poundee. But people want to tell me people only ever make fem chuuya aus cause they wanna fetishize the short long haired hyper masculine dude? Ya'll want me to be cool with people attacking others for having aus where one of them acts or likes to dress feminine? Lord forbid a gay guy like to dress feminine, he is clearly setting the entire LGBT movement back by 70 years right?

Over a fictional non canon ship? A measly 12 m/f out of 20k gay fanfics about a fictional non canon ship will not suddenly come to my door and tell me I no longer have rights as a gay woman. Someone's m/f headcanon is not gonna personally destroy rep for society, nobody is violating your right to exist and consume queer media simply by reading/writing a cis version of a gay ship. A ship btw that isn't even real rep outside of our reading as fans and what subtext there is.

And where is this anger and holier than though behaviour when the same is done to Sigma or Nikolai? They are also long haired men being drawn as women with fetished bodies and in lingerie. Nobody seems to be throwing hissy fits about fem Nikolai's primary personality in fanart being having gigantic knockers and wearing revealing camel toe hugging skintight outfits and everyone and their mother will defend every single sketch of Sigma being drawn as a woman and then turn around to harass, hound and doxx people for daring to do the same to Chuuya.

Gender and sexuality is fluid as fuck but people who come at queer artists and writers for making seemingly cis art or writing m/f aus of ships are imo major red flags.

[autumntouched]

I’m still coming up for air but wrote a little something if you’re interested…

Meet Celeste Elena Seresin-Trace

Natasha startles awake, unsure when she drifted off. The house is more quiet than it’s been since she and Jake brought Celeste home. Her mom and Gabby must be out, leaving the new little family alone.

Jake sits with Celeste cradled in his lap, her head supported tenderly in his large, capable hands. His leave is so short that he’s not wanted to miss a moment of the exhausting cycle of diaper changes and feeding and hours spent staring at the tiny, sleeping being they created, treasuring every shift, scrunch, and wrinkle of her delicate features. She already has Natasha’s darker hair (oh the heartburn!), but her eyes have yet to settle. Jake would have to pry it from her, but she hopes Cici ends up with his green eyes. Spending so much time taking care of the baby also means he hasn’t shaved since the day they went to the hospital, and Natasha is fully appreciating the rare shadow of facial hair on her husband.

He doesn’t seem to notice she’s awake just yet, and Natasha keeps her eyelids lowered to listen to the soft conversation he keeps up with their daughter. “Don’t tell your Mama, Cici, but you might be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Of course, she’s neck and neck with you because I’m one lucky guy.”

Celeste’s tiny arms jerk in response to his words. It will be several weeks before her smile is more than a muscle reflex, but Jake insists that she smiles the most at him.

They’d had several first names picked out for her, although Jake was adamant from early on that he loved Natasha’s middle name and wanted to pass it on to their daughter. Elena means “light” and that’s what his two girls are in his life. He’s probably figured it out by now, but Natasha can’t resist Jake when his sweet, sentimentality slips past his cocky guard.

Celeste is perhaps a little on the nose for a girl with pilots for parents, but they both liked how pretty it sounded and how the vowels of her full name sailed so smoothly along the tongue. Natasha still chokes up remembering Jake murmuring it to her while he cradled her to his bare chest in the hospital, his hands then still slightly awkward as he adjusted to holding so tiny a person. Having a baby has turned both of them into saps.

“Whoa there, Ci,” he yelps quietly when Celeste jerks. “Strong as Mama already. No one’s going to mess with you, are they? And don’t worry, Daddy won’t let them.”

God help whoever dares mess with their little girl, Natasha thinks. Especially if she has Jake’s wit and penchant for verbal annihilation. They’re going to get a pair of tongue lashings they might never forget. Or recover from. The thought makes her huff a laugh, and both Jake and Cici look over at her at the same time.

Cover blown, Natasha fully opens her eyes. “I am not bailing you out for harassing a four year old at daycare,” she capitulates.

Celeste’s mouth opens and closes now that she knows Natasha’s awake, and Jake reluctantly relinquishes her to be fed. They learned quickly that their daughter will give them a short grace period to notice she’s hungry before she unleashes a full blown, bleating scream for food.

“I would never harass a child,” Jake scoffs. “Just have a firm conversation.” He helps her adjust the pillow to support Celeste while she eats. Natasha has only enough attention to spare to give him a skeptical look as Cici becomes more impatient about being fed. The defensiveness melts from his face, and he brushes her damp hair from her forehead to place a tender kiss there.

Natasha feels pretty lucky too.

[noahl-art]

Hi!

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean it I don't like your art or anything. Really really sorry if it sounds rude, I'm just interested. So.. Are there any cis ghouls? I've just often seen you draw different ghouls as transgender.

I was just wondering about your headcanons about it and stuff..

Hey anon! 😊

No worries! As long as questions like that are asked respectfully and without bad intentions, I don't mind at all!

To be honest I don't really know 🤷 I don't have any fixed headcanons about their genders... I just vibe with it depending on what I feel like drawing! Which most of the time means they'll end up trans because that's what makes me really happy to draw!

It's more that I've spent a good part of my life drawing cis characters, and I've grown bored of it. So now, I just go full force and draw what I wish to see more represented, trans moments of joy and love, this warm feeling of community... And the ghouls just happen to be a very good vessel for these kinds of things! ✨

As always with these kind of asks I'll leave you with an extract that I love! It's by Hanneli Victoire a french transmasc author and journalist. It has been roughly translated via Deepl and corrected by my french ass so sorry if it's a bit cluncky! It's a bit long but very worth it! (link to the full french post on instagram)

The more I eat up feminist and lesbian theory, the more I understand that we don't exist. To be a man, a guy, a trans guy, a transmasculine or non-binary person is to look for yourself wherever possible, and to find yourself nowhere. Transmasculinity is a complete unthought issue in feminism, a question that is swept under the rug because no one knows what we're talking about. When you're a kid, you've got Hilary Swank getting murdered in Boys Don't Cry and not much else to tell us that being trans is shame, shit and death. Who wants to go through Preciado's or Bourcier's books to find mirrors of themselves? Who knows that Stone Butch Blues exists and that this book saves lives, even though it's far removed from activist circles? There's no space for us among lesbians, feminists, cis men or even queers. Once you've abandoned the idea of the definitive "she", and you're oscillating between "he", "they" or "it" and sometimes even a bit of "she", sexuality is a laughing matter. What are we becoming? Straight, lesbian, gay, transgender? There's nothing that really fits, and above all, we're attacked as soon as we dare to assert one or the other, because in any case, straight, queer, bi or transgender is not for us, and our bullshit erases the real holders of the title. Transmasc we're kicking up a fuss, because no one expected us to turn up in such numbers, or that we'd be in the vanguard of blowing up the hegemonic masculinities. That we'd be 1.50m tall, with huge breasts, long hair, a craving for make-up, dresses and heels, and that we'd grab the whole world by the collar and say "he" without looking down. Let's be proud of that. Of breaking down the "gender" category, and profoundly changing the face of oppression and struggle with our bodies that make everything go haywire. We're going to knock it out of the park, and we're not going to apologise. Saying, "Yes, but it's not just girls" at 100% of feminist meetings, events and speeches, and forcing people to add the cis prefix when talking about the men who ruin everything. And we know when we look like rude jerks wearing a cap, a mask or a hoodie, when we're called "sir" and we don't dare speak up because we don't want to get burnt. And we know when we have to deal T, find vial leftovers, hold hands during injections, support each other during shortages. And we know when we're sharing the names of psychiatrists, endocrinologists and surgeons to do our top surgery. And we know when it's time to start a fund-raising campaign to remind ourselves that we're beautiful, and to help each other find a new name. We know. With our non-muscular bodies, our squashed tits, our mini moustaches, our voices that go off the rails, our scars on our torsos, our outbursts when we cut our hair and our hips that are too wide. We know when we've been told to get lost, that we're scary, that we've become too masculine, that T has made us freaks, that we've joined the oppressors' camp. We know when we're in relationships with dykes, straights or fags and no one understands what kind of couple we are. We know when we date each other and no one understands, because T4T is like nothing we've ever known and we're even more exposed that way. Violence everywhere, transmasc nowhere. And yet, every time I needed help, every time I wasn't feeling well, a transmasc person was there to offer me a hand. Solidarity is in our blood, because there's nowhere else to go. Hanneli Victoire - "Transmasc, a kick in the ant hill"

[orphiics]

 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌

࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ florence pugh, 26, cis woman, she + her. announcing the arrival of MAELYS of house CELTIGAR, the LADY of CLAW ISLE. whispers among the court name them to be both INGENIOUS and ENIGMATIC in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in the arts, sciences & swordplay if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of at least a dilution of ancient ichor and wyvern blood distilled - the last of old valyria runs your veins, a dash of sea salt and poison to flavor - you were raised to have claws, intricate detail scribbled across pages in a plethora of languages - the pursuit of knowledge is your path to your power. the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their loyalties truly lie with THE TARGARYENS .

  statistics… 

# basic information.

official  name:  maelys tyraxes celtigar.  nicknames:  mae or lys ( only by close companions or family members; only generally accepted from daemon ).  noble  title:  lady of claw isle.  date  of  birth:  November 20th, 3am.  age:  twenty six.  birthplace:  claw isle.  home:  claw isle, the crownlands, westeros.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender:  cis-woman.  pronouns:  she + her.  orientation:  bisexual.  monikers:  currently, none ( give her one i dare you ).  languages:  valyrian ( both high and low dialects - mother tongue ), common tongue ( considered her second language but is a native speaker ), dornish, rhoynish, trade speak ( professional proficiency ) dothraki, old ghiscari, old tongue ( studying; minimal understanding ) accent:  light ( only when it is a language she isn't proficient in ).

# physical information.

faceclaim:  florence pugh.  ethnicity:  valyrian, andal.  hair:  blonde, near platinum ( color ) mid-thigh length. generally due in part to the length it is in some style of braid or up-do depending on the occasion and the manor in which she must navigate the world. Intricate plating, truly complex styles are for special occasions,  less complex styling will do for day-to-day tasks. It is only fully loose if on wash days. ( styling )  eyes:  valyrian hazel. ( brown/green forward with elusive flecks of violet ).  height:  5’4”.  build:  mesomorphic, fit but curvaceous in the right places.  scent:  sea salt, sandalwood, dark musk, black currant ( mysterious,  sophisticated, sexy ).  dominant  hand:  left.  allergies:  none.  scars:  none of note.  distinguishing  features:  strong jawline, striking, expressive eyes, a huskier voice, stature - she's a short queen she's incredible.  clothing  style:  in general terms Maelys dresses impressively, but it is dependent on the activities planned or what functions are needed to be performed. She prizes functionality over frill but even in this thought everything is a statement. Like the language of flowers, the style of dress communicates something that the more observant person will notice. Color, cut, style - even the fabric is a message that this Celtigar has learned. Her style reflects herself - elegant, sharp and ethereal. Being a cousin to the royal house do you expect anything less than to play the part? 

# personality.

label:   tbd.   mbti:   intp.   enneagram:   tbd.   element:   metal.   star   sign:   scorpio sun, sagittarius moon, libra ascendant.   temperament:   melancholic-phlegmatic.   character   inspirations:   violet baudelaire, hermione grainger, evelyn o’connell, beth harmon, a sprinkle of eowyn & the honorable mention of olenna tyrell.   deadly   sin:   pride.   heavenly   virtue:   diligence.   godly   parent:   athena.

# drives.

hobbies:  various forms of arts, sciences / medicine, swordplay ( her hobby is improving herself and her skills so really too many hobbies ).  religion:  faith of the seven ( in appearance only ) gods of old valyria ( true faith ).  alliance:  targaryen ( mostly appearance ) house celtigar ( in her older brother and herself - always ).  personal goals:  maelys wants 1. To secure strong political alliances and the power that goes with them ( marrying if necessary but to also find a satisfying, stimulating relationship though because of her ambition its unlikely #the things we do for family ) 2. To see a Celtigar claim a dragon as is their right by blood and the return of old valyria   3. The downfall of the targaryen cousins .  would they choose family or power?  Oh this question - maelys will choose her brother but power over the other pieces of her family - mhmm. 

# familial ties.

parent one:  lord bartimos celtigar.  relationship:  father, alive but in declining health.  parent two:  lady celtigar nee ??. relationship:  mother, deceased.  spouse:  none. relationship:  unwed / unbetrothed.  sibling:  daemon celtigar. relationship:  older brother, alive.  

  narrative...

Please bare with me - we are writing and editing this piece.

# wanted  connections.

Connections are also coming along this will be updated soon!

[lostmyremembrall]

👑(Tom Riddle era pls :3) happy birthday! i love ur fics!!! i never usually do this but-im curious lol. uh-my name is Audrey, I've been into magic-based stuff since i was a wee babe-my hogwarts house is Slytherin, I'm demi-bi, i think i make friends pretty easily, I'm very much a physical person, when i was younger i used my hands a lot(aka i punched people lol), i get easily frustrated when it comes to school stuff, animals are my favorite thing in the world, once I claim someone to be my friend-they will be my friend, no take backs, no returns, no exchanges, they're stuck with me-forever! mwahaha! all my friends/coworkers say i have a cute laught-i dunno if that helps with anything lol, uhhhh she/her and im a cis girl? i like cutting my hair short and when i can-i like to just-pick up my friends, im stronger than i look and love to make people laugh <3

extra note-ur fics full on drop-kicked me into a Tom riddle Phase, one i never had while i was growing up XD how dare you <3

👑𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝓐𝓾𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔂

A/N: Thank you so much for the birthday message, and your lovely message! I'm glad to know I was able to convert you to Tom Riddle following! loved writing for you and getting to know you! When I read you used to punch when you were small, I knew I was gonna have fun writing this lmao.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

Everyone thought you were a Hufflepuff sorted into Slytherin because of your adorable laugh.

You exude charm, so you become quite popular from day one.

You have many friends, thanks to your charm, across all houses.

If anyone is lucky enough to catch your attention and you decide they will be your friend, they would be devoted to you.

Your attention is quite addictive, since you have the ability to make them feel comfortable and cherished.

Needless to say, you and your friends are extremely tight-knit and are loyal to each other to the end.

You and your friends would be often found in the bathrooms, cutting and dying each other's hair.

You're quick to offer help to strangers, and you garner quite the popularity from the underclass students as a friendly Slytherin.

But, there are some unruly folks who underestimate you.

Cygnus Black made an almost-fatal mistake in your first year of insulting you.

Problem Solver (with fists)

Needless to say, when he showed up the following day with a black eye, everyone felt a shiver down their spine and learned not to mess with you.

𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬

Your best classes are Care for Magical Creatures and DADA.

With your proclivity for physical solutions to a problem, some professors were concerned when you began Care for Magical Creatures.

But when you showed extreme care for these creatures, they were pleasantly surprised.

Oftentimes, if not on the Quidditch pitch, you'd be found near the areas reserved for hippogriffs, Mooncalves, Nifflers, etc. taking care of them.

The creatures were quick to attach to you, being able to tell you were a good person.

Being a physical person works to your advantage in DADA, having a keen sense of hand-eye coordination and how to navigate space/distance, control of your body/magic, etc.

You're quick to detect any spell hurtling your way (similar to how you can detect a bludger coming your way).

Your reactions are quick and there are only a handful of people who can defeat you in a duel (Maybe Tom).

Cygnus Black ends up being your punching dummy often in duel practice.

Lmao you're unstoppable. Even after Expelliarmus and losing your wand, you'd jump on the opponent, straddle them and rain them with punches.

Or even more impressive is when you pick them up and throw them across the class lol.

Professor Merryweather admires your ability to adapt to any situation. But, she does have to take away a few points when you resort to punches lol.

Your classmates would cheer for you when you score in a few impressive spells.

But, the cheer from the students would slowly die down when you start punching, fear overtaking the class lol.

In recent years, you've stopped resorting to punches and rarely get in trouble.

But, your stories are still well-remembered and legendary.

You do get frustrated with your schoolwork.

Oftentimes, professors and students would find you blasting your homework with a succession of incendio, confringo, bombarda, etc.

Your professors sometimes raise a brow when you come asking for another copy of the homework. Or your assignment is scorched and smells burnt.

They know you get frustrated, and let it slide. To them, what matters is that you pushed through and still worked hard on your assignments.

Have been banned from the library on a few occasions.

The fear that flashes on the librarian's face when you walk in is unforgettable.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜

You have a very strong constitution and stamina thanks to your physical strength.

You're tough and it takes many hexes to take you down.

Your spells reflect your strength as a beater; powerful and hits hard.

You can see how much further your spell carries the opponent when you cast Depulso, for example.

You excel in big and flamboyant spells.

Anybody would be a FOOL to duel you unless they had the skill and power to compete with you.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

Starting your fifth year, you start receiving A LOT of owls and gifts.

As one of the few people who can keep Cygnus Black in line, you're a literal hero to many of your peers.

You're the definition of a cool upper-class student, especially during Quidditch when you smash a bludger into an opposing team.

You'll find many boys and girls with their mouths agape, their eyes glued to you with admiration and captivation.

The number of sexuality you've awakened is staggering.

Oftentimes, when you pick up your friends, you'd find some of them blushing in your arms.

May take a while for them to come clean about their secret feelings, considering the time period.

You end up with one of your close peers, but well after Hogwarts years when they are ready to admit their sexuality.

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

You make a FANTASTIC beater for the Slytherin team.

Especially paired with Lestrange, you two are an unstoppable team.

Slytherin house roars when you manage to hit someone with the bludger.

The way the wind sweeps through your short hair, you squinting in the sun as you wave to the crowd.

It comes as no surprise that you're the favourite Slytherin player of many students.

Lestrange gets jealous sometimes of your popularity, so he will bicker and tease you about it nonstop.

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦

In your first year, you claimed him as your friend.

The genuine confusion on Tom's face,

Taken aback by your forwardness, he sheds his cool demeanour.

"What-... Excuse me?"

"No take backs, no returns, no exchanges. You're stuck with me."

Tom is bewildered. His eyes darting back and forth.

What just happened? Was he just claimed by you? Is this how it works??

During the first few years when Tom is still awkward and asocial, he would avoid you like the plague.

He sees you and your friends and he would turn on his heels and begins to dash when you catch sight of him.

He is holding back tears as he holds his books to his chest lol

Tom would often end up eating alone in the boy's bathroom to avoid you during meals.

He considers it bullying.

When all you want to do is share your Bertie Bott's with him.

He actually once reported you to the professors for 'bullying him'

Since no harm was being done, you received no punishment.

Tom was indignant.

As Tom grows older and more mature (and learns basic human social skills), Tom grows to have tremendous respect for your skills: your skill in duelling, your devotion to others, and the charisma that can convince anyone to blindly follow you.

You'd often find him amused with how easily you fight off his followers.

He desperately wishes that someone as capable as you would join his ranks.

You're well more competent than any of his followers combined, and you'd easily make the right-hand woman.

But he suspects you are too good of a person to join him.

Even if you may consider him a friend, Tom suspects keeping certain things hidden would be a wise move.

The best he can do is maintain a cordial relationship with you in hopes that you might be of use to him in other ways in the future.

Maybe some connection. Maybe a free ticket or two to your match if you become a professional Quidditch player.

For this reason, Tom often volunteers to tutor you in other subjects.

His eyes were round as a saucer when he first saw your burst of frustration against your schoolwork.

He is now used to it. People would often find you with Tom in the library, Tom calmly using the mending charm and controlling the fire as you cast Incendio to your heart's content.

Tom would shed a few anxious sweats under the scrutiny of the librarian, intent on making sure neither of them gets banned from the library.

You may be the only person who managed to get Tom stressed.

[mitamicah]

Some fun transmasc angst ahead /s to those who dare enter

Maybe I should've listen to the voice inside telling me that posting that last blog post to my diary blog was a mistake.

Honestly I am so very close to delete the post.

Everytime I see notes coming on it I feel worse.

I know that you are trying to help me, but it makes me feel quite bad.

Before I continue however let me say it once (and definitely not the last time)

It is not your fault.

Hearing people saying 'it is not that bad!' and 'I have had it worse!' or 'I'm a cis woman and it happened to me'... I understand it is meant to cheer me up. It is not.

Because then the voice inside me starts to whisper:

"See? You are pathetic! You are making mountain out of ant hills again! Your insecurities are so dang tiny, and so the only logical conclusion is that you are worthless for even thinking about them in the first place."

Don't get me wrong, I know this is not what you meant to say. And I understand where you are coming from. It might not look bad. I have come to realise that it is probably worse in my head. I am on my way to learn to live with it and hopefully starting to like it because what is the alternative really? Yet I'm still far from there so it haunts me at times thinking about how I've seen the spots get bigger and bigger day by day for three or four years and I have had days full of worry that my hair would fall out (my grandfather was bald at 25 so it is in my genetics) and what I'd do then as (I believed I was back then) cisgender woman!

Now I know I'm a transmasculine person and so baldness is not that big of a deal. Still this is a sore subject, so hearing you say it is nothing?

Again, I don't blame you. But at the same time I cannot control my feelings. Especially not gender dysphoria.

I admittedly half chose to start minoxidil to hopefully make these spots smaller - so who knows if they have actually closed up a bit since April where I began on the dosis. (I definitely know that I've gotten way more chin hairs and upper lip hairs since starting!)

And to the well meaning cisgender woman - you telling me, that you experience this as your gender is sadly not making things better; it reminds me that I am biologically closer to you than I am to a man. And so it only feeds my dysphoria.

I must sound like a broken record but I do not blame you, friends and random people I've never met. This is just one of my biggest bodily insecurities and it hurts hearing it being made out to be nothing. Because if I stress over nothing, am I worth anything myself?

This post is having no point other than have me write out my sadness so hopefully the few people bothering reading it is okay with me repeating myself and being a bit cry baby yet again. One would think I've grown out of my teenage vainness but jokes on me I guess.

[bloodwiine]

CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: Kaveri Natarajan Nickname: Kava Age: twenty-eight Gender: cis woman Pronouns: she & her Ethnicity: Indian ( Tamil ) Nationality: Veritean Education: Homeschooled & School on the island / at the cove Occupation: Co-Owner of Nautical Necessities & Siren's Sips Hometown: Echo Cove Current location: She still resides in Echo Cove but has a cove she's found near the shop if she's ever too tired that she occasionally uses. Species: Mermaid. Written Aesthetics: random doodles in the sand, everyone’s friend, daydreaming in the sun, bright eyes and blushed cheeks on chilly mornings & champagne bubbles

trigger warning: n/a

CHARACTER APPEARANCE 

Face Claim: Simone Ashley Height: 5'8" / 1.74 Hair Colour: black with aquamarine streaks Eye Colour: dark brown Dominant Hand: left Distinguishing Features: lively smile, dimples, blue streaks in her curly locks

SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS 

Abilities: hydrokinesis/hydrotelekinesis, enhanced abilities, vocal mimicry, healing touch, bioluminescence, marine telepathy Have you always been aware of your abilities?: Why of course, I can't imagine what it's like to be anything but a mermaid. Favorite Magical Items: Oh, I do love starfish and the way they compliment you endlessly. There's nothing like a little confidence boost from those cute little guys. What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?: Oh mother and father always warned me to stay away from all those above water, but most horror stories revolved around humans and vampires, so both of them. And octopus, though not necessarily a supernatural creature, they definitely do seem magical. Who or what would they die for? Just about anyone really, though they'd prefer not to. Does your character fight or flee? Likely flee or freeze in terror...depends on the situation, to be honest.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: curious/eager to learn, daring, dreamy, genuine & passionate

Negative Traits: impatient, dismissive, deceptive, naive, selfish, materialistic, impatient & impulsive

Neutral Traits: adventurous, resourceful, inquisitive, open-minded, optimistic, sentimental, observant & empathetic

Goals/desires: travel beyond veritas isles, find true love, expand her personal collection of treasures, protect marine life.

Hobbies: exploring the island both on land and by water, collecting shells & trinkets, reading romance novels, exploring shipwrecks, gardening, stargazing and moonlight walks, learning human traditions, learning languages & jewelry crafting

Habits: morning reflections/yoga, random acts of kindness, eavesdropping on conversations, chaotic organization, overcommitting, impulsive spending, biting nails, twirling hair, easily distracted, will avoid confrontation

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S

QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles? 

I was born here, and it's impossible not to be curious especially whenever I learn of or discover a new object I've never seen before for my shop. I would love to get the chance to travel further than Oasis Isle. Maybe one day.

QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island? 

Even when I think I've uncovered all the treasures there are to find, I always manage to find more. There's so much beauty and knowledge within everyone, and each individual has a unique story to tell.

QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural? 

I am quite curious about them, but I also do fear the tales I've been told as a child. But, I've become more and more accustomed to them, and they aren't all bad.

QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character! 

Like most mermaids, Kava has always found herself drawn to shiny things and because of this always had a collection but the more and more time spent near Oasis Isle and Justport, the more she knew that she wanted to do more with it and not only explore the ocean. Eventually she befriended an elderly man who told her tales of the world beyond, as well as shared trinkets that he had in his pawn shop. They developed a cute, platonic friendship, almost like a grandparent - grandchild bond, though when he passed on, he left the shop for her. Initially, her family was against it, but they've learned to accept it. For the most part.

ADDITIONAL HEADCANON

Kava is a hopeless romantic and loves to read, mostly romance novels that has her dreaming of places outside Veritas Isles such as Paris. Because of this, she has a tendency to crush easily and hard, which leads often to heartbreak. But, she still hasn't given up on the idea of true love.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

close friends

her pod friends !

family members

a co owner that runs the speakeasy side of the business

people she's crushing on or has crushed on, i imagine her to be the type to fall a little bit in love with everyone

[papirouge]

I feel like I need to tell you this, but I think that weird racist tradfem is a man. I say I think, because i might be confusing that blog with another one thats been bothering christians and leaving annoying, hysterical comments. But someone already said they know the owner of the blog, and that that person is, in fact, a man.

It might sound like he's just a man pretending to be his ideal woman, but many say it's a TIM, specifically a gay man. It wouldn't surprise me, "she" describes "herself" as what men perceive to be the epitome of femenine: white with blonde, straight hair, young, petite, dress wearing, etc. So I guess he wants to perform and be what he thinks men desire.

It also makes sense why he's so salty towards women: he obviously can't accept the fact that he's a gay male, wishes he was a woman, so he's angry about "cis" women. Because no matter how much he tries to change himself, he'll never be a small, thin coquette or whtever it is he wants to be. It even makes sense that he attacks black women, because he probably thinks they are "less femenine" because of their skin color, and probably wouldn't dare to attack white women in the same way due to his insecurities (they're what he wants to be but can't never achieve.)

Now that irritates me. Like I feel bad for him in a way, but why does he has to annoy others because of HIS issues?? Like sorry that you weren't born a woman, go and write a fanfic to cope, or tell a therapist about it, or go scream at your father balls for giving you that Y chromosome.

Hmmm that's an interesting theory anon, but I think she's definitely a woman...

In one of her post, she admitted being the person behind egalitarian princess, and here's what I found after doing some digging

It seems that back then, she already has that insufferable habit of inserting herself into drama and then act like a victim of "bullying". And look how similar her verbatim was ("everyone is jealous of me""cunt" "pedophile groomer"). I totally checks out.

Both egalitarian princess and libertarian princess are rumoured to be the same person btw.

same #whitephobia victim complex

Here pretending she's getting "fixed" like that tradfem trainwreck regularly does now and then (still her obsession of painting herself as being "bullied")

She only rebranded herself adding a sprinkle of christianese in her usual takes. She also became real thristy for men for some reason.... I guess her failed marriage messed her up big time.

[kae-eee]

OK so, I wanna hear ur thought abt apple pls-

i have another post like this about her im not looking for rn (edit i found it) but i have so many more

apple is a fucking horse girl

dare i even say brony

she feels a spiritual connection to twilight

she’s also a theatre kid

and she’s apple so ofc she gets lead for every play

including musicals

she cannot fucking sing

she’s just so repressed something about her screams not cis to me

i think the first person she’d come out to is daring

she feels like she owes it to him to let him know

they’re in a qpr

tosses and turns in her sleep

if she ever even does i feel like she works through the night a lot

she feels like she’s failing as a princess if she relaxes

does grwm videos

in denial about liam payne rn

he was her comphet celebrity crush

shes so very interested in anatomy and the insides of everything

she wants to take everything apart

and when she’s alone she does

as a little treat

shes so strange i think if this was a modern au thing she’d wanna be something like a coroner

will start crashing out if you mention chappell throne

she doesn’t like cheese or milk

thinks too hard about where it comes from

honestly she doesn’t want any kids but she’ll have them anyway

has had an unrealized crush on just about all of her girl friends

is NOT ready for a relationship like at all

the second you ship her with someone it becomes doomed bc girly is not stable enough for all that

sometimes i think of her as aromantic and the biggest hopeless romantic at once and has romanticized this idea of true love since she was a little girl

this also gets me thinking about what it she just fucking died during dragon games

because even tho she loves so much and so hard it’s smothering

she’ll never be in love

or what if she fucking died because darling never tried to kiss her

what if her destined true love was a princess charming from a whole other line of charmings

if you can’t tell dappling pisses me off a little bit

not the ship itself but the way it’s usually written

like can we dig deeper into darling? show us her comphet too? bc there isn’t a single person at that school who doesn’t have heteronormativity engrained into them

this is about apple tho so let me stfu

back to dappling i think they’re like childhood friends who grew apart and got even more split from the destiny debate

hell i don’t even think they’re into each other

apples romanticizing darling as her true love

and darling feels obligated to act as such

shes just happy her destiny isn’t to be a damsel tbh

apple is in chronic pain

she doesn’t acknowledge it

doesnt know why

doesnt see a doctor about it even tho she knows they could afford it just fine

her mother knows and also ignores this

because her blonde hair and fucked up eyesight was more than enough flaws for a future snow white

and a future queen

kingdom management stresses her the fuck out

because i really don’t think she’s actually a people person

i actually think she’s very socially anxious naturally

and all those meetings with those powerful people terrify her

has scheduled crying time for when she knows raven isn’t home

will absolutely gaslight raven out of thinking she came in and saw apples eyes all puffy and red

do yall think she’d try weed?

she needs to do SOMETHING to chill out at least

chronic muscle tension

doesnt know there’s a word for why certain spots on her body and hard and cold to the touch

absolutely nothing to do with her chronic pain

trust me

her royal highness needs some royal crutches fr babygirl is struggling

that’s all that comes to mind rn because im in class, but tell me some of yours!

[thatonemarvelchick]

Apricity - One

Ci was screwed, so, so screwed. 

She’d known she was going to be late for class, but this late? It had been almost twenty minutes since the teacher had probably started lecturing, which meant twenty minutes' worth of vital information that she would have to beg her classmates for later. She sprinted through the courtyard, not caring about the odd looks she was getting or the people she was shoving aside. At one point, she was pretty sure she knocked someone off their bike. Which was something that of course she would feel guilty for later, but at the moment she hardly noticed it. 

She was almost there, she could see the spiral tower that topped off the building her class was in, Ried Hall. When she got inside she knew she was going to get more odd stares, people probably wondering why she’d even come to class after being so late. But she was just on the verge of a B in this class, and she couldn’t miss any more of it. 

The doors came into view, and she began to slow down to a quick jog rather than a full-on sprint. She reached into her backpack to pull out the key card that would let her into the building, no longer looking where she was going. In retrospect, this was probably a bad idea. 

Ci let out a loud oomph as she hit the ground, landing flat on her ass. Her bag took most of the fall and she heard a sickening crunch that she hoped was her calculator or the ruler she kept in there, and not her laptop. She looked up, ready to fight whoever this person was that dared make her even later to her precious class, when the breath seemed to be stolen from her. 

“I am so, so sorry.” The boy bent down, grabbing her by the elbows and helping her stand. “Are you ok? I think I heard something break, I’ll pay for whatever it is, I wasn’t even paying attention, I’m so sorry.”

The boy had deep, coffee-brown eyes, with lighter specs towards the middle, the only thing seeming to keep his irises from being swallowed by his pupils. His brow was furrowed in a way that reminded her of a puppy dog, one that accidentally got too rough while playing and now felt guilty. His brown hair was disheveled, as if you could tell he’d tried to slick it back at some point but it refused to obey his commands. He looked vaguely familiar, and she was pretty sure she’d seen him around at some point but had never paid enough attention to really look at him. If she had, she knew it wasn’t a face she would forget. 

After a moment she realized he was waiting on her for a response. She cleared her throat, pulling her elbows out of his hands and stepping back to brush herself off. 

“It’s ok, really, I was the one who was running without looking.” She didn’t meet his eyes, which was odd for her. Ci had never been nervous around boys, she’d never given them much attention. She was too focused on school, on how she was going to get that grade or that scholarship or that award. She never had time for boys. 

The boy smiled, seemingly relieved that she was ok and not furious with him. “I’m Peter. You’re in my engineering class, aren’t you?” He asked, head tilted slightly. It was like he was trying to place her. In her own head, she was trying to place him too. 

That was when it dawned on her. Class, she still had to get to class, and she’d just wasted even more time falling on her ass and talking to this boy. What an idiot. She didn’t even take the time to realize that the engineering class they were talking about was the one she was about to rush into. 

“Shit- Yes, and I’m late, and I really need to go.” She hiked her bag up further on her shoulders and went to move around him before pausing. “Wait… why aren’t you in class?” Dread filled her stomach at the realization that she might’ve missed the whole thing. She could survive missing twenty minutes of a lecture, she could catch up and infer what was taught, but the entire lecture? She would be catching up for a week. 

Peter chuckled, pulling out his phone. “Did you get the email? The class was canceled today, Professor’s dog got sick and he had to take him to the vet.” He held the screen up to her, showing her the email titled with today’s date and an apology. 

Ci felt relief fill her entire body. This was her last class of the day, and it being canceled meant more study time and that she hadn’t missed anything like she’d been afraid of. 

“Oh my god… Peter, I know we just met, but I think you’re my hero.” She laughed, shutting her eyes and putting a hand over her chest. “I was so worried I was going to be late.” She opened her eyes again and looked up to find the boy giving her a quizzical look. 

“You know… you’re like the smartest person in that class. I think if anyone could afford to be late, it would be you.” He stated, causing Ci’s cheeks to heat up involuntarily. She shook her head, clutching the straps of her backpack a little bit tighter. 

“No, no not in this class. It’s kind of kicking my ass right now.” She admitted, looking down at her shoes rather than up at the pretty boy she was speaking with. 

Peter seemed to shrug, and when she looked up he was smiling. “Well, you could’ve fooled me. Anyways, I’m sorry again. And hey, if you need a study buddy or anything, I’m more than happy to do homework and stuff with you.” He offered. His voice was sweet, and she knew there was no intentions there other than his attempt at being helpful. She actually considered it for a moment. 

“Really? I think that um… I think that would be great actually.” She’d never taken the time to study with other people, getting exhausted when she knew she would have to explain the topics to them more than she would get to learn it herself. She didn’t want someone she would have to teach, she wanted someone to learn with. Peter seemed sweet, seemed smart enough to not need everything explained to him. “I can give you my number?” She offered, attempting to have that same, unintentional tone that he’d had. 

Peter’s cheeks seemed to darken ever so slightly, and Ci pretended not to notice. “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.” He smiled, clicking a few things on his phone before handing it to her, an unfilled contact profile open for her to enter into. 

After she was done and had handed it back, she held her hand out. “I’m Ci, by the way.”

Peter smiled, a brighter one this time. “Like the ocean?” he asked as he shook her hand. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, shaking her head. 

“No um, it’s short for Apricity, actually.” She admitted. She hated telling people her real name, hated the odd looks she would get and the confused repetition of it. But Peter gave her neither of those. Instead, his smile tilted slightly to the left and he just nodded. 

“Apricity, that’s really pretty. You shouldn’t shorten it.” Was all he said. She felt her cheeks heat up even more, and pulled her hand back, looking away. 

“Thanks. I’ll uh, I’ll see you around? Just, just text me I guess, whenever you want to study.” She smiled up at Peter, a genuine, honest-to-god smile, before taking a few steps back. 

Peter nodded, that dusting of pink on his cheeks growing. “Yeah, sounds good. I’ll text you.” He said, taking his own few steps back. Neither of them seemed to want to turn around, to be the first to walk away. He did though, clearing his throat and turning to walk back the way he had been when she’d first ran into him. 

Apricity turned away too, staring down at the ground and walking at a normal pace now. She was too caught up in her thoughts to run or even really focus on where she was going, letting her feet lead her the familiar route back to her dorm. Her mind was occupied now with Peter, the boy with the pretty brown eyes. 

Maybe she would start going by Apricity again.

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