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[charmagick]

#🇨​🇭​🇦​🇷​🇲​🇦​🇬​🇮​🇨​🇰​ (/ˈnɛkrəmænsi/) NECROMANTIA MAGUS. this is a private and highly selective roleplay blog for 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐕𝐔𝐒 of 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝙸𝙽𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. slowly, but surely am heavily adapting him to BALDUR'S GATE / FORGOTTEN REALMS. seen as a secondary verse on this blog. ˢᵗʳᶤᶜᵗˡʸ ²⁰⁺ ᵒᶰˡʸˑ written by SAGE. some canon divergence. blog intertwined with: @palecharm & @malkhes.

carrd. interest checker. pinterest.

[puckpocketed]

hello i was tagged by @18minutemajor for WIP Wednesday. it is not Wednesday but i am also not a cop so . here we gooo!!!!!!! tagging my esteemed colleagues (very politely and with no pressure!!!):

@neonfretra @oensible @sorrellegiance @moregraceful @stereax

@wheelsnipecelebrini

@korshrimpski (EDIT: it won’t?? let me tag you. unless these are on separate lines <3)

what's in-progress in your life <3 writing? art? recipe? skill acquisition?

if any crafty people see this - if ANYONE sees this - and would like to join in, feel free and consider yourself tagged <3 (and tag me back so i can see your stuff!!!) link to 18minutemajor's post if yall curious :3 my VERY long wip dump + ramblings under the cut!

its christmas soon and i like to paint gifts for my friends + and i'm finally revisiting my anime/lineart/inking era (here you are K!! my lineart past, present, and future!! <3) so here are some things i've been working on/coming back to/MAY NEVER FINISH: hockey related:

this is juraj slafkovsky and his dinky little middle part which he can absolutely learn to style into something a little less dinky but never does. i am so charmed by him. i imagine he just rocks it because his pretty privilege supersedes dinky middle parts . LMAO!!

here is Sasuke from my Naruto Hockey AU. I am a little stuck on jersey mockups lol. here he is. our haunted little 1OA who is absolutely normal and regular about his captain (LOUD incorrect buzzer):

personal oc art

wanna know some puckpocketed deep lore? i've never been one to make OCs. i was just not a very creative kid tbh. spent all my time drawing sailor moon instead. i still go back to her sometimes because she is one of my favourite shapes in the WORLD!!

in my 20s i took up playing d&d because of the. uh. plague. <3 and got pretty close to having OCs!! those count right? anyway. here is my tavern-wench-turned-wizard!!! i think i painted this 2 years ago? <- put dates on your works guys it saves lives. her name is Mel (short for Melins (pronounced like melons. on account of her knockers. can you tell i never grew out of my 12 yr old booby/cock joke era?) i revisited Mel recently and have started painting her in earnest again!! :3

I briefly dated someone who was very into streetwear and fashion, and I fell down a techwear/gorpcore/cyberpunk rabbit hole for a couple days out of curiosity. i remember literally zero salient info on any of it except the broad strokes of silhouetting and Vibes. what i emerged with, however, was a ?? sorta OC?? im not sure what to call them. they dont rly have a name or gender. I did this little sheet ages ago + the aborted attempt at a portrait later:

Here are my most recent explorations (i have been doing SOOOO much art. <3) which include:

unfinished character sheet + chibi art. I played with their jacket (much more structured/square/tailored thing) and added a lotta random buckles and belts. i took textiles class years ago and have a little experience in garment construction. and i know for a fact this thing does not make any sense. it hurts me to look at a little bit LMAO so i've paused it while i go draft patterns (badly. i was never good at drafting. i think i may have to break out my scrap fabric stash and hand sew a real life mock-up. HELP!)

here is me having fun with them and imagining them as some kind of cyber-fisherman. the best part of every game is the fishing mini-game to me. i love fishing mini-games so much. I made their hair really big because i wanted them to have big unwieldy hair and the vibes told me i should add more movement to the piece aside from the fishing line. I messed with their jacket AGAIN because i can't stop thinking about what kinda jacket they'd wear. gorp-core ? idk. it sure is something!

gifts for my friends :3

back in my weeb era for real YAYYYY!!! up til now i'd been making hockey art using a zero pressure sensitivity pen brush because i simply did NOT want to deal with that. it is and has always been a barrier to me making art that uses line art. <3 easing my way back into it though!

I used to paint gifts for my friends and then get them printed into lil posters and mount them on nice backing :3 i am now ready and back to painting.

Here is my girlbestie's OC. just a rough pose sketch. i think im pretty unsatisfied with the gesture of the head/hand. i wanted to include her gun in some way. i fear i may have to rework the pose entirely <3

For the genshin girlies.. here are some of my friends fave characters.

Yelan - this one i started many holidays ago and put on the backburner because the colouring was wigging me out. you can see where i started rendering stuff + got sidetracked and started on something else (the crystal choker IM LAUGHING @ past me...)

Ayaka - I reaaally like what i did here with the perspective + foreshortening. I don't know if the pose or expression is in-character or not, but i had fun :3 got stunlocked looking at references of genshin weapons so this is where i left off:

if you made it all the way down here hi... <3 ice hockey really cracked the ketchup bottle open for me when it comes to making art again. i love the communities i've found, and i'm inspired by every artist on here every day. thanks for being so cool + have a great day :)

[eddiemunsonscheckeredboxers]

pspspsps eddie girlies, come get y'all juice

eddie munson x female!reader

summary: after dating eddie for a little while now, you're ready to amp up the intimacy a bit. since your parents are out of town, it's the perfect opportunity for eddie to come over so you can make your move.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: MDNI, 18+ only, smut, fingering, reader has female anatomy

a/n: reader is 19 yrs eddie is 20 yrs; I don't know how in love with this i am, but this is a practice in writing smut so that's ok. hope you enjoy parts of it anyway! i literally didn't know what to call this; i suck at proofreading sorry

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Comfortable

The peaceful silence that fills that time of day where the late evening bleeds into the quiet calm of the night was one of your favourite simple pleasures in life. The expectation to do anything or be anyone has vanished, and you become free to give into whatever selfish cravings your tired mind needed. With your parents being away for the weekend, the freedom that tonight brought tasted more nectarous than usual. It meant that you could leave a key under one of the big rocks in the front garden. It meant that Eddie could turn that stone over to find said key. He could let himself in through the front door, wander his way up to your room, and find his favourite girl waiting for him, patiently. The romantic side of your relationship is still relatively new. You'd met a while ago through your mutual friend, Robin, and were relieved to feel a mutual adoration for each other. In the beginning, your relationship mostly consisted of deep conversations about each of your passions, whether it be while driving down back roads lit by the setting sun, at the play ground in the trailer park at dusk, or in the back of his van, doors open to Lovers Lake glistening under the cover of night. That night at the lake was the first time he kissed you. Slow and sweet; a delicate, whispered promise of love.

Since then, every late night tryst was infused with the underlying need for intimate touch. The light brush of your finger nails through his curls, the repeated pattern of his thumb circling your exposed ankle. The lustrous trail of hungry kisses lovingly placed from your jaw to your collarbone after he snuck in through your window for the first time one night after your parents fell asleep. It hasn't escalated beyond that yet, but you feel ready to move things along. So, tonight you plugged in some warm white holiday lights and draped them over your headboard to create a comfortable, dimly lit atmosphere. You donned an oversized sleep shirt and slipped on a new pair of lacey underwear. You spent a bit of effort making your hair look effortless in a bun atop your head with a few stray pieces pulled out in a attempt to give off a sexy-librarian vibe. You huff and give up. Eddie has always made you feel beautiful no matter what state your appearance is in, there was no reason to believe tonight would be any different. Nevertheless, there was a nervous flutter beginning to form in your stomach. But it was the good kind of nervous, like waiting in line for a rollercoaster.

There was still some time to kill before Eddie would be done with his Hellfire meeting. You walked over to your bed and absent mindedly fluffed the pillow and pulled the corners of your comforter taut. You skim your fingers over the bedding thinking about the nights that you've laid with Eddie on this bed talking about anything and everything that came to mind. His fingers would draw circles on your back as you were tucked up on his side. He'd have the other hand behind his head as he would ramble on about whatever topic you guys had landed on, while you memorized the spots where his dimples would sporadically appear whenever he laughed or smiled while recalling something amusing. Glancing around the already tidied room, you spot the book you've been reading for the past few weeks. That should be enough to keep your mind occupied until Eddie gets here. Picking it up, you plop yourself across the top half of your bed near the pillows with your feet facing the door. You tilt the book toward the light coming from the holidays lights on the headboard to your right and begin reading were you left off.

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Eddie throws the transmission into park and takes the keys out of the ignition. He loves his Friday Hellfire sessions with his friends, but he always feels a deep itch somewhere in the back of his mind for time to pass by a little faster when he knows he will be seeing you later. He fights the smile that begins to spread thinking about you as he hops out of his van and makes his way to the front garden to snag the key. "Gotcha," he whispers as he straightens up, key in hand, and heads for the front door. After hearing the deadbolt release the door, he twists the knob and lets himself into your house. "Sweetheart, you here?" he offers as he peers around the main floor of the home. All the lights were off; there was no sign of life down here. Turning his gaze to the top of the stairwell, the warmth from the glow of dim light flooding into the hallway from your room upstairs reaches him. He feels himself relax, taking in a deep breath as he toes off his shoes. Climbing the staircase softly, he feels the tension leave his body as he thinks of climbing into your embrace to unwind after a long week. He slows to a stop just outside your door to peer in as he raises his hand to knock on the slightly ajar door. His hand stills and breath gets lost somewhere in his throat as his eyes find you.

You're laying on your stomach reading a book facing away from him. Immediately, his eyes are drawn to the cheeky view of the round of your ass peaking out from where your sleeping shirt has risen up and settled on your lower back, adorned with black lace. The sight of the fold where your cheeks meet the back of your thighs is enough to make his mouth water. His eyes flit to the sudden movement of your ankles rubbing together as they meet suspended in the air above you due to the bend in your knees. Not wanting to feel like a pervert for much longer, he slowly drags his eyes up to the curve in your arched back before settling on the back of your head. He breaks the silence by managing a timid knock on your bedroom door. Your head whips around in surprise and a soft smile pulls at your lips once you realize it's him. Realizing he is staring with his mouth agape, he quickly corrects himself to return your smile and mutters a quiet, "Hey, doll."

You make no effort to move from your position. Seeing the hardly hidden internal battle Eddie is fighting to not stare at your ass as he makes his way toward your bed, you figured this serendipitous position would hopefully provide the spark you needed to turn up the intimacy of your relationship. Feigning innocence, you smile sweetly and ask, "How was Hellfire?" while turning your head to place your book back on the night table in front of you.

"Was good, definitely had them on their toes tonight," he responded, trying to act as casually as he could but his distracted state of mind was obvious. It was in the way he stared nearly unblinking at you when you turned your head back to him, as if thinking of something else entirely, lost in a slight trance. You suppress a giggle. He comes to sit facing you, slightly more toward your lower half. He leans toward you on his left arm and cocks his head toward your face. He inhales slightly and flicks an eyebrow up. "You uhh... you getting ready to go to bed?" he asks, as his pointer finger gestures to trace up and down your torso to the swell of your ass (where he steals a small glance again) to indicate his interest in your current attire.

"Not yet," you offer slyly, studying his face. "Just wanted to feel comfortable while I was reading."

"Are you comfortable?" he asks with raised eyebrows. Bringing your fist to your right cheek to rest your head while you give him your full attention, you give him a small nod. He presses his lips together slightly and returns a small nod of acknowledgment as he turns his head to stare down at your feet. He hesitates for only a second before he reaches his right arm out to gently grab ahold of your ankle to draw circles there with his finger, as he normally would when he's this close to you. He returns his gaze to you, his curtain of curls swaying along with him, and smiles sweetly, "How has your week been, sweetheart?"

"Oh, you know. Just living the dream, one nightmare at a time," you joke. You then get into telling him about the mostly minor inconveniences that seemingly came one after another this week at work. He listened intently offering sympathetic looks or a short snort laugh when the occasion called for it. All the while, his finger traced patterns across your skin. It started at the elevated ankle, but he moved his hand down to your shin, the ghost of his invisible drawings left on the soft skin there. You kept track of where his hand was moving, waiting to see where it would wander next. As you finished up airing the last of your grievances, you felt his hand shift to your calf. Instead of fingers, you felt him softly stroking your skin with the back of his hand. Steeling your nerves in the name of not wasting this opportunity, you folded your leg so that your calf met the back of your thigh, with Eddie's hand imprisoned gently in between. He flicked his eyes down to where he was touching you as you lifted your calf, leaving Eddie's hand splayed against the back of your thigh. He hesitates a moment before he turns back to look at your face, his heart rate begins to pick up some speed. He feels a warmth spread from his chest, up his neck as the room starts to feel a bit warmer suddenly.

"You still comfortable?" he almost whispers, searching your face for any hint of disagreement. But he only finds you smiling back at him.

Likely boldened by the same heat that bleeds through Eddie's hand and wanders upward, now hitting the core between your legs, you surprise yourself by saying, "Eddie, I-I want you to... I want you to touch me." Any concern that was present on his face is rapidly replaced by a much deeper feeling, one that darkens his eyes and flushes his cheeks.

Eddie had always intended to be as patient as you needed him to be when it came to sex in your relationship. He had some experience from drunken nights at high school parties in his first senior year, or random girls from the Hideout from before he met you. But this was different for him. You meant so much more to him than that. He'd gladly wait on thousand years for you to ask.

"Of course, baby. But if at any point you want to, just say the word and we stop, no objections," he states firmly, wanting to reassure you that he wants to respect any boundary you might have before he begins. You weren't worried, Eddie was constantly checking in with you to make sure you were relaxed with him. He always wants enthusiastic consent or nothing. It's part of what made this decision for you so easy. You grant him permission with a shy 'yes' and he begins to massage the dough of your thigh that his hand rests on. Turning his attention back down to your lower half, he starts to slowly run his right hand up the back of your leg with this finger skimming along the inside of your leg and his thumb gently caressing the outer edge. He pauses at the conjunction of where your leg meets the cheek of your ass. He slowly traces his thumb along the crease there until it reaches his pointer finger and then runs it back along the same path again. His fingers were now sitting dangerously close to your heat. Rhythmically, he rubs his thumb back and forth for a few moments. His middle finger ever so slightly reaches forward to softly run along the material of where your underwear was covering your entrance. You shutter at the feeling and drop your head to the bed beneath you while your eyes closed. Eddie shifts focus to what he can see of the side of your face. The heat in your chest radiates against the lower half of your face. You turn to angle your face toward Eddie and open your eyes to plead to him with heavily, hooded eyes.

"Please," you whine breathlessly. Pathetically.

"Please what, baby? Use your words, pretty girl," he whispers softly, afraid the tenderness of this moment will collapse in on itself if he speaks too loudly.

"I want to feel your fingers there, Eddie. Inside me."

Eddie nearly whimpers at the confession. Such filthy words falling from your plush lips, words he only ever fantasied about hearing late at night when he's tugging at himself under the cover of his tattered quilt. But this is happening in real life now. He hopes he's the only person who will ever see you like this for the rest of your life. He allows himself to admire your flushed cheeks and loving stare for one more small moment before that cocky smirk you love dons his face. "How could I say no when my girl is being so sweet?" he coos.

He swipes his fingers along your clothed entrance again, all the while watching your face for any signs of discomfort. Your face relaxes more as you huff out a sigh, so he proceeds to move up to the waistband of the lacey piece. He raises his eyebrows to you and mutters a small 'may I?' before slowly pulling them down your legs at your permission. Once they are discarded somewhere on the floor, he returns to lean back on his left arm again, eye flicking between your face and where he is preparing to caress with his fingers. He slowly runs his hand over the round of your backside before letting his three fingers dip in between your legs to trace firmly over your weeping hole to gather some of your wetness before he moves down toward your clit. You gasp slightly when he reaches the bundle of nerves. Empowered, he rubs a few languid circles there and takes in the breathy moans that escape your lips. His brain almost goes fuzzy at the sounds, losing his hearing slightly and eyes rolling back in his head. A shiver runs down his torso and gathers low in his abdomen where he can feel his length hardening. After basking in your small whimpers for a few more moments, Eddie moves his hand back toward your entrance. With his attention turned to your face, he slips in a ringed finger. Instantly, the heat from your core that had been rising, skyrockets. You can feel the splotches of red forming on your chest, neck and jaw. You let out a pitiful moan, louder than any other you've already involuntarily made tonight. You close your eyes as you give in to the feeling of Eddie's finger as it begins to curl slowly in a come hither motion deep inside of you in a way that you can never replicate.

"Nuh uh. Eyes open for me, princess," Eddie interjects as he simultaneously haults his movements. You comply and peer at him through hazy eyes. The sight elicits a primitive groan from him. He pulls out his finger slowly only to add another to the mix and slowly enters them back into you again and continues to curl his fingers rhythmically once again. This time it was your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. He continues curling his fingers deliciously into that perfect spongy spot without remorse. Your pleasure continues to rise in such intensity that you can hardly care about the lude sound mix of moaning and squelching filling your room. Sounds that were quickly becoming like his own personal gospel. As your breathing quickens and your panting becomes more shallow, he moves to place his thumb over your clit again to draw firm, even-paced strokes over it again. The combination of the two is enough to send you over the edge. Breaking his rule, you close your eyes and tuck your chin to your chest, giving in as the waves cascading through your body, legs shaking, while your orgasm unleashes upon you.

You feel Eddie remove his fingers but continue to rub slow, concentrated circles over your clit as you come down. Once you recover, you turn your head to face him again and find him already smiling sweetly at you. "There's my girl," he softly whispers. A small giggle tumbles out from behind your lips as you turn to sit up to face Eddie. You can't help but reach up and place your hand on the side of his face to run your thumb across his cheek. You lean into him a press a sweet kiss to his lips. He hungrily accepts it, which causes you to slowly pull away and glance down to his lap in realization. Seeing the bulge straining against his jeans and you can't help but let your mouth water. You can smell his musk clearly now that you're sitting this close to him.

"You don't have to, you know. If that's all that happens tonight, I will still drift off to sleep a happy man," he says after following your gaze.

"What kind of host would I be if I didn't make sure you sleep comfortably?" you say with a smirk.

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[faggymutt]

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all about the blog

minors, ABDL, and sissy blogs DNI. i block liberally

+ im dexter (he/it) n im 20

+ i own @muttboyscunt !! i get mean when i’m jealous

+ interactions r from @ba******ng

+ im ftm, on t (4+yrs) n post-top surgery (2+yrs), n i love my trans body

+ im queer n bi n i tend to lean t4t

+ while i consider myself queer and would totally fuck a dyke if he asked, if you are exclusively into women, please don’t follow this blog. i am not a woman in any aspect lol so it just makes me feel a little odd.

v3nmo is dustho, help a dog out :P

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>my dms r open but pls dont expect a speedy response! im a full time student n i work so im not always online

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>#dex.txt is original posts by me

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+ i s3ll pics ($2for1, $5for3) dm me to purchase! (only accepting v3nmo, c4sh4pp, p4yp4l)

+ i do erotica commissions, pricing is very fluid on this and i am much more willing to negotiate. dm me to discuss!

+ i am a total switch! but i love service topping n soft domming

+ leo is my only puppy!! i will not call anyone else puppy!

kinks im into (in no specific order)

-pupplay (i am. a dog)

-somno/free use/cnc

-watersports

-public /outdoors

-breeding (no pregnancy! don’t tag my stuff mpreg either)

-praise or degradation

-intox/drugging (weed, alc, psychs, coke)

kinks im NOT into

-scat

-ageplay

-real incest

-misgendering/transphobia/detrans

anything not listed is smth im willing to talk abt!

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last updated 2/26/24

[chloeangelic]

tommy cucking fic preview

No idea when i'm posting it cause my drafts and schedule are stacked af right now from stress-writing, but if people want it soon ill give in, i just need to be peer pressured like a 14 yr old at a party

here are the tags: Smut, cucking, infidelity, yearning, non outbreak AU, age gap (Joel is in his early 40s, reader in her late 20s), size kink, mutual pining, no use of y/n, alcohol, mild angst, choking, rough sex, creampie, oral (f, m receiving), praise kink, jealousy, possessiveness.

and there are two previews under the cut (one is spicy)

Sometimes Tommy and Sarah run off to play a game of soccer together while you and Joel sit on the back porch, sipping the wine you brought for dinner and talking about anything you can think of, and there’s not a single lull in the conversation, not a moment of silence, not a sliver of an opportunity presented for you to realize how lost you are in his gaze again, how close to him you’re sitting, how he looks at you when he makes you laugh. At some point, a glass or two in, you stop trying to control where you look, and find yourself taking in how his hair blows in the wind, how his brows furrow while he thinks, how his eyes flutter closed and open again, still on you. 

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“Nobody?” you ask, lifting up on your elbows, sniffling as you watch him, his eyes glued to your pussy getting stretched open by his girth. He shakes his head, furrows his brows, “Couldn’t even fuck anyone else after I had you”. His hips continue to thrust slowly, the rest of his body staying still as he supports his weight on one large hand placed next to your chest, the other splayed over your lower back. “I tried,” he sighs, “A few times, I tried.. Had to tell them I had work early in the morning, that I couldn’t take them home, couldn’t stand the thought of being inside someone who wasn’t you”.

[dukeofishgard]

I posted about it on Twitter and it seems a lot of ppl also agree with me, but it is super bizarre to me, as I start poking at new venues to possibly visit to RP at with Duke (he and Dracyn are overdue for a date night) the sudden influx of venues that charge actual gil for their food and drink.

This was pretty unheard of during what was, imo, the "heyday" of FFXIV rp, particularly on Crystal/Balmung. It was always "gil is for immersion only, tips appreciated!" And oftentimes Dracyn and I would tip oocly because the venues we'd go to were not only cool, but even on busy nights the people running them would take the time to interact, and oftentimes remember regulars who'd make it a point to come back weekly, and that was 10000% worth both the experience and to let the roleplayers know that they were doing an awesome job.

But charging people 5k per drink, for what (especially if it's ends up busy.) amounts to someone roleplaying handing you a drink, is absurd lmao. If you have to charge people to roleplay with you - i honestly wonder if you're roleplaying because you ... enjoy roleplaying? And considering most people are gonna have their characters sit and chill, 2-3 drinks will wind up being 15k actual gil, and again. For what will likely be a completely a bare bones interaction because there's venues also charging for table services upwards of 50k+ gil (per hr) for personalized unlimited drinks and service. The server at the bar is gonna be swamped and they're not gonna give a damn about actually engaging in roleplaying with visitors cos they're gonna be overwhelmed!

And I get it - nobody is forcing anyone to go to these venues (tho I had a friend who went to one, was told it was not real gil paid for drinks, and then... were told to cough up the gil as they left lol.) and I've written off a few already despite my initial interest.

But it's a very odd thing for me to see, especially as someone who's been roleplaying for 20 yrs, not including XIV rp.

And also the pricing is *absurd*.

Again, 5k for a drink, and its not even like they're crafting and handing you an actual in game item in return. (Those venues are even more rare, but I could understand that a little more as they're giving you actual items in return.) But 5k gil for a fake drink? That doesn't even make sense on a monetary level.

Like, for reference - I run events for FFVII twt rp. Here's the menus for our 7th Heaven Night:

And while I joked to my fellow mods/admins who help run the events that we should put our cash app up when we do the events (a joke). These prices make more sense than charging 5k gil for:

"/em hands <player name> a triple deluxe rainbow titty twister supreme on a coaster."

Like huh?

Ultimately it makes me sad, and again - i recognize that I do not have to patronize these venues (and won't) but it also just - why? Roleplay isn't a job. We're all writing make believe, and I was under the impression - because we all love writing. Or at least, that's why I roleplay. And as someone who's worked in venues, and has been given ooc tips out of nowhere - that beats the hell out of nickel and diming players for the "luxury" of roleplaying with me/at my venue. Because then you know they're not doing because you're breaking their kneecaps - they did it because they enjoyed the experience.

Ok rant over.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

This is such an extremely dumb detail to analyze but when I’m out of things to analyze this is what I do. I was always under the impression that Fred is like 15 (pre time skip). Like no more than 16, but then the characters birthdays came out and even though Fred doesn’t have one listed (still sketch to me) it has 18/19(?) as his supposed age which is kind of weird to me because it feels like he’s younger? Like people who talk about “this kid” being in that type of work and yeah he is young but if he is technically a legal adult why would people be surprised by the line of work he is in? Also it was probably just a comedic moment but I remember the whole bond situation and Moran being weirded out about bond changing with them and he comments “she has a bust .. Fred’s too young to see that.” Again, why would Moran think an 18/19 yr old is too young to see nudity? I know all this pretty much amounts to “it’s not that deep bro” but these are the things that plague me.

So, I think you've gotten a little caught up here in your assumptions having led you very astray from canon:

I cannot remember a single time anyone referred to Fred as a kid or were surprised someone his age was in his line of work. I'm not going through 20 volumes of material at 2am to check, but if it does happen once or twice, it's fairly inconsequential and from someone who doesn't know Fred well.

Moran never, ever says that Fred is too young to see nudity. This one I did check because it was easy to find that scene, and Moran actually just says that Fred didn't want Bond in the changing room either (and Fred was unimpressed and unamused by being dragged into Moran's brief foray into transphobia). The English translated this one a little funny, but he didn’t actually comment on Fred’s age directly in Japanese.

My assumption that his age comes with a question mark and a lack of birthday is because he doesn't know exactly when he was born. While birth certificates and records were quite common in the time period, I think it's a massive assumption to assume everyone knew the exact details of their birth, especially someone like Fred who seems to have come from poorer origins.

But the actual reason I'm answering this right now is actually this one specific detail: Fred, at 18 or 19, is not a legal adult. Not in Victorian England (where the age of majority was 21) or in modern day Japan where he's being written (the age of majority in Japan is currently 20).

So, he's the youngest on the team by a few years, and, yes, he's actually the only minor in the on the team.

But I think he comes across as "younger" than the others because he's initially less entrenched and more in doubt of things, and he's much more openly kind and hopeful than the others. He doesn't have the same angry jadedness. And even in Baskervilles, his warm heart is compared to William's own. He is the one with the same love and idealism as our disaster boy. So that probably contributes a lot to the impression.

So anyway, I think this is a reminder that fanon is fun and gut instincts make sense, but sometimes it's important to double check canon before getting too caught up in something not making any sense, 'cause sometimes we forget or misremember things. I know I have, and sometimes when I'm writing longer meta, I've got to double check myself because my memory is good but not infallible.

[vampysblessing]

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⠀⠀ 🗝 　 ৎ୭　 ⠀AIDEN : my rules !

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　 　 ⧽⠀i can and will say no to a request if i dont like it, or if i cant write it. i will typically always reply to requests though, so you at least know i saw it and what my thoughts are.

　 　 ⧽⠀dont pressure me into writing by being an asshole, otherwise i'll write it slower, or just cancel your request entirely. im usually pretty lenient though, just dont be disrespectful towards me or my works, please.

　 　 ⧽⠀below are a list of things i will write, then a list of things i wont write. if you request something in the "wont write" list, i'll decline the request and after a day or so once i think youve read my response, it will be deleted. depending on what youre asking for, i'll block you.

　 　 ⧽⠀absolutely do not interact with me in any way if youre transphobic, racist, homophobic, etc. this goes for people who enjoy "taboo" topics such as age play, incest/stepcest, pedophilia, etc. there are some taboo topics i enjoy/i'll write, but none will be illegal or fall under those categories.

　 　 ⧽⠀reposting/translating my works is okay! just give me credits please, do not claim my writing as your own.

what i'll write : male reader, fem reader, gn reader, trans readers, professor x college student (student will be at MINIMUM 20 years old), sibling's best friend x reader, ex s/o x reader, smut, fluff, angst, angst w no comfort/happy ending, mlm, wlw, mlw, poly, threesomes, age gap (reader will be 25 minimum), etc. for any kinks, you can just ask.

what i wont write : age play, incest/stepcest, pedophilia, smut with minors, minors being aged up for smut (unless theres a canon timeskip), dirty rimming, foot fetish, cnc, noncon, 18 yr old x anyone 25, intoxicated sex (unless tipsy and high functioning), basically anything weird.

[fyodorsfavoriteanimewifu]

Hiya!! My name’s Estrella, Ella or Essie for short if you’re feeling extra spicy. 

Here’s some basic stuff about me, I’m INFJ, 20 yrs old, Canadian and French, and I’m gender-fluid!! (born AFAB).

Here’s stuff I like!; friends, going out, drawing, doing my makeup, Bungo Stray Dogs, Demon Slayer, Hetalia, looking pretty, white wine, reading, writing, volleyball, Mitski, shopping, headcanons, FYODOR, KEISUKE UEDA ♡, CHINA FROM HETALIA, AUSTRIA FROM HETALIA.

Here’s some things I don’t like!: Loud noises, home-wreckers, disloyalty, people who spread rumors, z!onists. 

Triggers: Teeth, dead animals, loud noises, ED’s, SH.

Interact: kind, nice, Hetalia fans, BSD fans, Fyodor/Nikolai lovers, China (hetalia) lovers, Austria (Hetalia) lovers!

Kinnies: Austria (Hetalia Axis Power/World Stars), Mitsuri Kanroji (KNY), Prussia (Hetalia Axis Power/World Stars)

About what I write: I mostly write fluff or angst if I feel like it, everyone is allowed to interact with my SFW posts, sometimes I might reblog NSFW writing, please ALWAYS look at the boundaries of the writer before interacting!!

Some simple rules

Please don’t be mean to anyone here!!

Please respect boundaries

I don’t want to see any z!onists on my blog, at all. 

Please don’t say any slurs!! Light swearing is okay.

Some extras: my ao3 is fyodorsfavoriteanimewifu if you’re interested in reading some of my earlier works, all my works can be found under my personal hashtag, or if you, for some reason, wanna hear about my personal life, then that stuff is under the hashtag "estrella yaps" <3

important!: I am a very sensitive person. I don’t handle hate or not positive criticism very well. I have NPD and ADHD, please be kind to me, and if you want to give criticism, please be kind with it!! <3

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Can I get a romantic match up for Disney and Lord of the rings?

I am a 20 yr old lesbian who has natural brown hair but I dye it (currently light pink),brown eyes, anxiety,depression,ADHD,autism,and 2 anxiety disorders

Likes

Yellow,Sweaters,Music (79's-mid 00's),True Crime,Flowers,Animals,Writing,Sweets,Food,Video Games,Movies,Stuffed Animals,Blankets,Cosplay,Weed,Incense,Tattoos,Friends,and Family

Hates

Spiders,Bullying,Yelling,Racism,Abuse,Snakes,Any type of pain,Sexism,Being Alone,Loud Noises,Not being good enough,Lying,Homophobia,Hot weather,Being sick,Transphobia,Being used, Arguing,and any type of Addiction

Thank you for requesting another matchup!! I hope you are excited about this one!! I know I am! Hope you enjoy!! <33333

Disney;

Ella:

🐭 You never thought you'd get to go to a ball, never in your life, and that was where you met Ella

🐭 The prince was holding a ball to find a wife, now you were not interested in that, but instead, you wanted to have a fun night out and dance in a lavish ballroom; you had the perfect outfit, it cost you an arm and a leg, but you didn't care, you loved it, it looked amazing on you and made you feel confident

🐭 You had already been at the ball a while when Ella appeared, sipping some drink as she walked down the stairs, let me tell you, you were in awe

🐭 You really wanted to dance with her, but you had your doubts, she seemed to have come to win the Prince's heart; you were pleasantly surprised when she passed the frozen prince and went straight to you

🐭 Taking your hand in hers, you both danced around the ballroom, people standing back in awe and surprise as you danced and twirled

🐭 At the end of the night, at midnight, she left but not without telling you her name; Ella

🐭 You found her a few days later, seeing the situation she was in, and offered to let her stay with you, of course, she accepted; she was quick to tell her evil stepmother off for her behavior and how she treated her before leaving with you, hand in hand

🐭 You spent your days cuddling beside the fire at night, stargazing and wishing on shooting stars, and even writing cute little notes to one another

🐭 Ella is so sweet and kind to you, making sure you are feeling alright and making you tea if you are unwell; she'd hold you close and sing softly to you as she ran her fingers through your hair

🐭 You could've imagined that you'd meet the love of your life at the ball, and that you had won Ella's heart

--

Lord Of The Rings;

Eowyn:

⚔ You had known Eowyn since you were a child, being childhood friends with her for as long as you could remember

You instantly bonded, learning together and spending time together before royal duties got in the way

Sometimes when you two did have free time, you would both secretly sword fight, practicing together and having fun

As you got older, you realized you had feelings for Eowyn, and you were a bit frightened, but after a while, you accepted your feelings and decided to confess to your best friend during your occasional sword fights; surprisingly, Eowyn felt the same

For the next while, your relationship was pure bliss, spending time together like usual but with that extra romance; sword fighting, picking yellow flowers, reading together under thick fur blankets

You both were afraid of anyone finding out, but when Eowyn's brother found out, letting you both know, he told you he knew from the beginning; you guys aren't really good at keeping secrets

Eowyn, being the best girlfriend ever, would battle spiders and snakes for you, making sure you are safe

She knows that you hate being alone, from years of friendship, and makes sure that she is there for you when you really need her, even making sure to get out of her duties as fast as possible to run to your side

Whenever there is a party, you and Eowyn would dance the night away, not caring about all the stares and just having fun

You both love each other very much and never thought love would've been right beside you all along

[intheloneprairie]

About!

I know this Tumblr thing isn’t that serious, but here’s some info about me and some warnings for those wandering across my blog:

- Going by an initial on here (B) — real name’s reserved for friends who ask nicely ;P

- I’m 20, and I don’t wish to be interacting on this blog/in my DMs with anyone under 18 since my posts may be sometimes s/fw or ns/fw

- this side blog is entirely self-indulgent and a place for my absolute worst ramblings

- he/him ; trans man, been on T for about 5 years ; only discuss deeper med history with trusted individuals

- I’m always open to meeting new people + making new friends ; feel free to reach out and message me!

Interests and stuff:

- getting out into nature

- photography, sketching, making any fun + somewhat shitty art

- film (DMs of yr favorite movie recs are always welcome)

- art history

- listening to music of all sorts (I don’t play music myself; trust me when i insist you do NOT want to hear me try playing the guitar)

- journaling + writing (poorly)

- diy clothing projects

- service submission ahem, cleaning and learning new skills and all that

[whatib]

Nature is Heaven and it's right here

I'm 58, and ten yrs ago (which is an eternity in today's time) I think I figured out why so many people younger than me are unhappy. (Mental health issues didn't start last year.)

When I grew up in the 70s, 80, 90s, nobody knew anything. If you wanted to learn absolutely anything, you had to go to a library and "try to find information". Whether it was how to play a guitar, or how to fix a leaky faucet, you had to work pretty damn hard to find an answer.

Life itself was an investigation into what comes next. You didn't see a billion videos on a website showing you what everyone is doing out there in the world. You only knew what was on a few TV channels, and magazines and newspapers. So you were EXTREMELY unaware of what everyone is doing in the world.

No skateboard videos, no car enhancement videos, no cat videos…there was nothing.

So life was a search. You were constantly searching for something to do, something new to see, a place to go, something to build. And it was only your imagination that created the day.

What else did that mean? You didn't know shyt about shyt about politics or corporate greed or Wall Street or millionaire homes, or homeless people. The only homeless I knew were in New York City or Africa. That's all I knew. You only found out more about that stuff when you grew older and it became more and more a part of the things you now watched on TV.

TODAY you probably know everything I knew in 1995 at 30yrs old, before you're even 10 years old. It took me to get to 30yrs old to start hating the world, and being upset at the Gulag, the Bosnian War, the Gulf War, Rodney King, Wall Street Greed. You're now hating the world at 12 yrs old or even younger, because you're already aware of war, hate, bullying, greed and all the rest. And I'm sure that isn't going to lead to any good emotions as you get older and angrier because you're seeing more and more hate and harm to others. We found that out in our late 20s when we finally stopped partying and started a career then watched the News like all adults did. kids that are 7 years old are now aware of that same information that used to be relegated to adults only for the most part.

Your brain is on complete overload with both good news and bad news. At 14 yrs old, with the information overload you now have, do you think anyone can make a quality assessment of how the world works? Anyone under 35 has a brain that is exploding with information. The choices are overwhelming.

You're seeing totally rude obnoxious people on YouTube earning millions of dollars. That alone is poison to your thinking and of what's right and wrong, and how the world works, or should work. How can anyone make good decisions?

It has to be astronomically difficult to be normal, be calm, and be hopeful in a world with this much chaos in it. (being you see it all right in front of you, without even having to search for it) The worst part of this whole ordeal is that YOU ARE THE FIRST PEOPLE to live like this. There's nothing to refer to. There isn't any guide because you guys are writing the guide right now.

You guys are screwed. I can't even offer advice, because my life at 30 was "go to the library." Today you have the Library of Congress in your hand. It's basically a find what works for you time period, and unfortunately you have way too many options.

The menu is huge. The menu is actually so big, that it would take you an entire lifetime to read it, before even making a decision. So now you want to know it all, but you don't even have the time to learn it all.

I don't even know what to say, but that I went through my midlife crisis in the 2000s. It was harsh, and hopeless.

A guy I became friends with, who is now turning 101 years old in September, gave me some books. Two of them were about worrying. Your midlife crisis is all about worrying, and I know you kids are worrying ten times worse than I ever did.

I learned how not to worry(so much). I've gotten it down to not almost not worrying at all. Almost zero. Had a tremendous effect on my outlook on life.

I learned when to say "I have enough" and not be jealous of others. FB and social media in general is jealousy heaven. Be careful. Jealousy will destroy you.

This only happened recently within the last decade. That M-effer Henry David Thoreau was right. Nature is the shyt. If you ever get to bird level, you'll be hopeful, you'll smile, you'll enjoy life, you'll feel like you're part of everything, and you'll be happy on a level that you never thought you'd reach. If you have a cat or dog that you love, imagine loving all animals with that intensity. It's Love Level 9000. I feed birds, squirrels, lizards, ducks and fish. They look at you like you're the shyt. They give you what you've been searching for, that's extremely difficult to get from people. Getting it from people is a life's journey, yet you can get it from the animals within a year or less. When the Blue Jay took the peanut out of my hand I cried like a bitch with happy tears and the smile was stuck on my face for a week if not a month. It occurred to me that, for that moment to happen, I must be doing something right. I've now embraced the sunset and the moonrises, clouds and the breeze through the trees. I can't even imagine any human being ever taking me to that level. Two manatees swam by me when I was snorkeling earlier this year. I still can't get it out of my head. My heart gushes when I think about it. Like completely overflowing with Love for the Universe for giving me that moment. I cannot be more thankful that Life gave me that moment….and I wasn't even searching, I swirled around and they were right there, 10 feet away. They came to SEE ME. I could literally die happy now. I'm done. Every day is now a bonus. I wake up laughing saying, Holy shyt! I'm here another fking day! I'm eating a strawberry Starburst right now! Yeah!

It's probably not the answer for millions or billions of other people, but I will say this. Every Nature nut that I know, is pretty fking happy. Try it is my only advice, and try to worry less if at all possible.

Oh the best advice "When your heart needs lifting, think of pleasant things" - Gandalf

The more my mind is thinking about the manatees, the less it's thinking about finances, bad relationships, my psychotic mother and all that other shyt. Gandalf gave the best advice ever

[monsuta127]

Ok now a bit of lore about my Darksiders character:

- Name/age/height: Jay (any pronouns) // 23 yrs // 5"4 (5"5 w/ skates on)

- When the apocalypse happened, all they did was scurry and hide like the rest of humanity. They had little survival skills so they were lucky to have lasted long enough until they were found by Ulthane in a storage room.

- Once at Haven, Jay barely speaks to anyone, nor do they really eat or sleep. But then they meet Jones (Strife), who then motivates them to keep going. (I plan to write their whole convo someday cuz it digs deep into their character.)

- After their talk, Jay decides to try to talk more people and Ulthane. Taking in information about survival skills such as how to filter rain water, how to hunt/kill, first aid, etc. They write or draw it all in a notebook they carry. Jones even teaches Jay how to use a gun.

- They hate the thought of feeling useless. Especially after hiding and cowering before they were found.

- A few weeks in and Fury enters the picture. Jay didn't really talk to her until after her fight with the Council and taken to the new realm.

- Time is different in the new realm, every month = 20 years on Earth. But we humans wouldn't know since time acts the same there.

-Almost 7 months go by and Jay has been learning new skills and knowledge from the other humans, and even a bit from Fury about magic and her brothers.

- One day as Jay sits on a meadow a lil ways far from the village and Fury, she spots something unusual in the distance. They go over to investigate to find the one and only Wicked K.

- Mistaking him for a demon, Jay shoots him but it does little effect. But instead of killing her, Wicked K decides to have a little 'fun.' He tells Jay that if they defeat him, they can go back to the village safely, but lose and they recieve punishment. Of course, Jay fails miserably and Wicked K punishes her by sending her back to Earth, nearly 100 years ater the apocalypse.

- Jay, now reliving their nightmare one again, they hide in the tunnels where they fall into despair. But with the skills and knowledge from their friends, from Jones and even Fury, that they carry with them, it gave them the courage to keep going.

- So they plan out a map of the area to try to find Haven in the hopes that Ulthane is still alive and look for a way to get back to Fury snd the others.

- During the next 8 weeks, Jay spends their time either looking for Haven, scavenging for items (including magical items as well) or setting up traps in and around their bunker.

- One day as they were scanning for things at a ruined store, a ball of red fire hits the building near them, triggering the zombies that were nearby. As Jay escapes the store and the zombies, something big and red lands next to her, causing her to lose her balance and fall. Looking up they see War, the Red Rider of the Apocalypse.

- But this isn't when War and Jay team up, instead they set off a smoke bomb to get away. At first War couldn't tell if they were human due to their disguise hiding most of their features. That is until Vulgrim casually mentions the human as War finishes collecting souls for him.

- With War now knowing a human yet remains on Earth, he is determined to find them in order to protect whats left of the balance. He later finds her trying to get away from the crushing claws of a demon kind known as 'Trauma.' At some point Jay gets trapped under rubble in the process.

- War saves her and get her out of the rubble. As more demons approach, Jay takes him to the bunker, where they discover that he's War, Fury's brother. After exchanging questions and some answers, War offers her protection until they can find Haven. In which this time, Jay agrees.

Darksiders sona lets goooo!!!!

I just really wanted to make a ref for more Darksiders stuff hehehe

(Bit of context in my last written post)

**Correction: until they find WAR. Their plan was to look for Ulthane but stumbled upon War at the Crossroads**

Also dont be afraid to ask questions or give ideas, im open to most asks!

[antispopausandstuff]

What's your opinion on Entrapta and Entrapdak ? I personally think she deserves better tbh 😔

i don't think entrapdak works. but i'll get into that in a minute.

as for entrapta, she definitely deserved better. more so than just in writing in general, but as well just how she was treated as an autistic individual.

for starters, i want to comment on her design. she does not look like the age she's apparently supposed to be ( according to nate, entrapta is in her late 20s, early 30s ). a lot of people who have discovered this have commented something to the extent of:

"she's 30?! i thought she was 16-18!"

now, if i didn't know her age or personality, i'd assume she was 19-20. but considering that i do know her personality, i'm not surprised that people thought she was younger. her big pigtails, being short, and the top side of her overalls being out of place all are designed in a way that makes her look younger.

the reason why this is an issue is because, with her design and personality, this is infantilizing. especially because every other adult character looks their age, or at least has obvious implications of looking older ( such as wrinkles under their eyes, wearing makeup, etc. ). entrapta does not.

throughout the entire show, entrapta is extremely oblivious, forgetful, honestly rather careless, and generally is treated more like a robotic nuisance rather than a human being that deserves support and care.

she's practically ostracized by the other princesses, is pulled by them, is leashed by them, talked down to by them, etc. she is not actually treated as someone who is wanted, but rather only someone who might be needed.

this video actually discusses low empathy, how to write it correctly, and how SPOP did a complete disservice to entrapta and the autistic community by their piss-poor portrayal of low empathy and autistic people in general:

as for entrapdak...

i personally feel like nate made entrapta 30-smth yrs old, so entrapdak would be less weird. i could talk about how hordak is essentially a bum instead of a Big Bad, like he's supposed to be, but that's for another day.

the primary issue i have with entrapdak is that it paints entrapta in a really bad light, more than people might think.

many people seem to label entrapta as morally grey/chaotic neutral ( i'm p sure you can look up the spop wiki and see that ), but i strongly disagree with this label, due to how it is written and how it further pushes a bigoted idea of autistic people.

and no, entrapta being written by an autistic person ( tbh, i highly doubt that ) does not mean she's suddenly even decent autistic rep.

entrapta is perceived as "morally grey" purely because of her low empathy. they use it to demonize and infantilize her, instead of respecting it as a part of her identity.

having low empathy does not make anyone a bad person, or even a morally grey person. donnie, from ROTTMNT, has low empathy, but you can tell he deeply loves his family and tries his best to keep people safe.

entrapta's low empathy is represented as her not caring about the lives at stake, only caring about people unless it involves technology, or only doing things because of technology, and is generally either treated like a lost child or like she's a demon.

SPOP's portrayal of autism and low empathy in quite a few autistic people is harmful and gives the same message that neurodivergent in general have been given for years:

"something is wrong with you."

her being involved with hordak, a literal imperialist, someone who does not care for anyone ( except for entrapta, i guess? ), and is willing to sacrifice anything and anyone for the sake of his goals, in any other way but in an antagonistic dynamic is, at best, offensive and stereotypical, and at worst, dangerous.

if you are not autistic, and you want to write autistic people, you need to do it with respect. genuine respect.

you cannot treat autistic people as if they don't know what they're doing.

you cannot treat autistic people as if they don't care about anyone but themselves.

you cannot treat autistic people as if something is wrong with them.

you cannot treat autistic people as if they have to change to be accepted by anybody.

we are not your props for representation. we are people.

all in all, if you want to write autistic characters, do not do what the SPOP writers did. just don't.

and honestly, hordak is really weak in this show, i-

[tuliptyper]

(Enby) Hange Hcs ♡

i love love love non binary Hange but i think some cis people just see enbys as just Girl/Boy But Quirky™ which is very transphobic btw!! ill write some more info abt writing enby characters under the cut if yall want some tips/info BUT ANYWAY

im trans and non binary so i have brought it upon myself make some super queer headcanons :)

((no tws minus some mentions of dysphoria and genitalia but in a non sexual way!))

( these are separated into AMAB and AFAB hange, i may do some intersex ones too after some research but let me know if yall like these hcs! ) ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

General Hcs;

- they came out to their family relatively young, about 13/14 yrs of age. the only none family members they really 'came out' to were Moblit and Mike. after that, they didnt feel the need to explain their identity to anyone else and only ever corrected people on their pronouns (which they also gave up on later in their 20s /pos)

- always kinda figured they deviated in some way, theyve always been curious and love to learn so the concept of the LGBT wasnt new nor was it scary for them to realise they're nb. they accepted and embraced it really quickly!

- more so alignes with 'genderqueer' than trans but isnt super picky about labels as a whole. Hange is Just Hange™

- would describe their gender as 2008 Toyota Carolla with full confidence and no elaboration

★ AFAB Hange;

- either binds or got a reduction/top surgery; they sometimes dont mind their chest being more visable but most of the time prefer it flat.

- maxed out around 5'9 in college and they will ALWAYS brag about it smh

- hormone blocker kid! then they started testosterone for 2 and a half yrs before finishing their transition. theyre also super lucky bc they didnt need loads of vocal training to get their deeper voice

- naturally broader shoulders and narrow hips that really helped them with their dysphoria when they were younger

- Hange has a very very eccentric gender expression with odd jewelry and a lot of brown/gold tones

- flag hoarder; they dont really hang up flags in their home since theyre flammable and generally pesky to put up but they have many badges and patches (i hc that hange likes collecting random stuff, like a magpie). their favourite flags currently are the queer flag, genderqueer flag, they/them lesbian flag and a variant of the T4T* flag. YES they do have a mental encyclopedia of obscure lgbt flags and the girls who get it, get it

- makes strap on jokes more than ymir and they're not funny

★ AMAB Hange;

- doesnt take estrogen and generally isnt super dysphoric about their body. most of their physical dysphoria is about their voice.

- would identify as non dysphoric but they've definitely got social dysphoria** (though theyd argue it isnt super debilitating)

- naturally rounder shoulders and a slimmer waist, it helps on more feminine days (imagine them in a corset hh-)

- generally quite muscular with a little tummy and arm chub. just looking at them they look rather healthy but we all know hange eats like a raccoon

- they dont have a super big/prominent chest so every so often they'll wear a padded bra or cleavage enhancers

- Hanges expression is more 60s/70s inspired. kinda like a sexy unhinged science professor aesthetic

- Hange likes keeping their nails long but they get chipped and grimy and Levi things its gross lmao

- they definitely have a cute desk flag that maybe Moblit made for them (that was specifically curated to be fire retardant and easily cleaned)

- makes way more strap on jokes and they're actually kinda funny but nobody will admit it except for connie (because he isnt aware of the dangers of stroking Hanges ego)

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terminology + tips under the cut!

* = T4T stands for Trans4Trans aka trans people who prefer to or exclusively date (or are attracted to) other fellow trans people based on the commonality of trans experience

** = social dysphoria is dysphoria (distress/discomfort) triggered by not being perceived as your gender. for example, Hange may become dysphoric when people assume they are a man/woman or refer to them with binary pronouns.

TIPS; when writing for non binary people, please be conscious that you are representing a real community and identity in your writing.

((you can always google 'how to write a trans/non binary character' and get some ideas))

non binary people are NOT MEN OR WOMEN. thats the whole point. so try to write them with either both feminine or masculine traits for the sake of retaining gender ambiguity OR you can give them brand new traits that are separate from gender stereotypes.

its really transphobic and regressive when people write us and treat us like we're just men/women who are a little different. that completely dismisses our identities, experience and history. theres a big stereotype that nb people are all white afab/female people and that is also wrong. you dont have to be born or look a certain way to be non binary and trans people exist in all cultures and walks of life.

there is no trans experience that is exactly the same and as writers we need to be mindful and respectful of the people we are potentially empowering or hurting.

if you want to get an accurate picture of what being trans/non binary is like, literally just reach out to a trans/nb person and ask if they want to give you their input! this is especially helpful if you want to write about any struggles that a trans/nb character is facing.

for the record my dms are open for any questions, explanations or clarifications and i will try my best :) if you dont know any trans people and want to write about them you can also message me, im happy to provide any insight!

[torchlitinthedesert]

I hadn't heard of Lou Sullivan, trans gay author and activist. So I looked up his diaries, and op's tags are 100% accurate. You can see his whole progress as a fan, how much it meant to him - both at the time, and later with adult hindsight. Fandom as something we pour ourselves into, and use to work out/shape how we see ourselves. Plus all the idealism and obsessiveness - I love him buying Beatle-relevant clothes, and reading terrible books about the beloveds.

Diary excerpts, starting in 1964, when Sullivan was 13 (the entries aren't dated).

Didn't do anything great except saw "The Beatles" on The Ed Sullivan Show and Kathy practically had a bird. They are sorta cute but I think Ringo is swingin, George is cute, Paul is a good singer and John is icky. Too!

Did my homework and could not wait for The Beatles at 7-8 on Ed Sullivan. Went home to see them. Kathy & I & John went in the den and screamed! After their last song I started to cry, I guess because they wouldn’t be on any more. Mom got mad but Kathy joined me. I guess we feel the same about them.

Paul-Ringo-Paul-Ringo they keep bouncing around my head. They're so perfect. Model yourself on them & you'll have no worries. Paul! I love the name. Such a beautiful sound to the ear. Ringo! Such an adorable boy. So sweet and modest. So bouncy. Know that I love you and I'm not crazy. This is a love so strong and real. Oh, love me, too, anyone.

I’m reading “The True Story of The Beatles.” So sad—I even cried I felt so sorry for those poor boys. They hardly could get anything to eat. They went without food for 36 hours once. Poor darlings. Today is Sunday. The Beatles mean so much to me. I could never say I didn’t like (or even love) The Beatles. I hope God is good to them when they die. I pray for them every day. Ringo, John, George, Paul. These names do something to me. Put me in a trance.

I'm going to start saying "y'know" for a while. It's fun.

I think I’d like a husband under the zodiac sign Libra. John Lennon’s from that sign and he seems to be a very wonderful husband. I’d like to be a famous writer of romance and love. I bet I could do it! All I need is the atmosphere and mood and I could write a heart-touching story. I love to think at night, with beautiful music playing, of young lovers and love. Of how they feel, cuz I know, I felt that way about Paul and still do, a little I guess.

I'll probably never forget this day. My babies on the stage, alive, in front of me. Pauly! Pauly! Oh, I love you with all my heart, so much. At the end, when outside, kids screamed and ran. I followed, losing the others. I touched it with my hands—their car to take them to the hotel. I cried, lovingly, as I walked to our meeting place, people looked at me, but I didn’t care. My darlings were there and I had to leave them. I saw my Pauly! And George, John, Ringo.

I got a black leather “John Hat.” It’s called that cuz John Lennon wears one like it. [Here's a photo of Sullivan wearing it]

I’m not shy anymore! I don’t care if people think I’m crazy, I’m gonna be myself. And guess who helped me to this. The Beatles. The Beatles.

Grandmother bought me a $20 pair of boots. I donated $7. They’re genuine black leather and go up to my knees. They have a 1” stacked heel. A zipper down the side. A dream come true! Jane Asher has a pair. Excellent. Now I'm broke. Ha-ha!

I really don’t know what I’d have done without Paul, George, John, Ringo. I’d probably be real queer. You know, when I was around 7-11 years old, my favorite play would be “boys.” One of us, Bridget, Maryellen, or I, would say “Let’s play boys.”...

And in adulthood:

And it came to me how I’ve always had a male idol. Since I was 6 yrs old & thought I was Davy Crockett. Memories of others are gone but Cheyenne, another cowboy star I fantasized I was; David Janssen on TV as “The Fugitive;” Paul McCartney (my original boy-queen); Bob Dylan; now Lou [Reed].

Maryellen and I went to see Paul McCartney (yes! my Paulie) in concert in Berkeley. I felt very emotional during the concert—just remembering back to seeing him with the Beatles in 1964, and now again, here, 26 years later—and all that’s happened in my life in the interim. Although I haven’t followed his career in the interim, somehow I see him as the beginning, the awakening of my sexual maturity. I remember so clearly sitting at Bluemound Rd. with Paul’s picture in hand, staring and dreaming of him and thinking, “I wish I were you! I wish I was a boy like you!” I also kept thinking of Kathleen and how she would have LOVED to have been at this concert and I kind of dedicated my presence there to her. And like that first concert in 1964, I did quite a bit of crying during this show: “The Long and Winding Road,” “Let It Be”…all bring my life full-circle.

in happier book news i just started lou sullivan's diaries and idk what i was expecting but i can tell you i DIDN'T expect to be dropped straight into the deep end of the diary of, essentially, a 12 year old diehard one direction girlie (gender neutral)