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dancedance-resolution · 3 years ago

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here's my design for goty 2022 (in an au where copyright isn't an issue)

FACTS

name: nia mahdi

age: 11

ethnicity: persian

religion: muslim

family: nia is an only child. she was born in charlottesville, va, after parents immigrated there from iran.

notes: nia is autistic and trans <3

DOLL

face mold: nia would get a new face mold that is designed based on ethnically persian features

skin tone: 25 ("tan skin with warm neutral undertones")

eye color: dark brown

freckles: yes

hair cut: wavy, very long (kanani length)

hair color: dark brown

meet outfit: a trans pride flag colored scrunchy for her hair, a light blue zip-up sweatshirt that says "i am proud to be autistic" on the back, this t-shirt (a light blue t-shirt with fan art of dreamer with a trans pride flag cape) beneath that sweatshirt, these shorts (pastel plaid knee-length shorts), lindsey's striped leggings beneath those shorts, and sperry shoes

meet accessories: bright purple ear defenders, an AAC tablet, a doll-sized version of the 2021 dc pride comic book, this pink kryptonite chewelry

BOOK 1

(these books would have three authors - me, an author who is muslim and a second generation immigrant, and an author who is a trans woman of color. the reason for three authors is so that we can tell nia's story authentically - i'm autistic and have autism gender like nia, the second author is muslim and an immigrant like nia, and the third author is specifically a trans woman of color like nia.)

in chapter 1 we'll briefly go over this background information:

nia came out to her parents as trans on the car ride home from the last day of first grade. she chose the name "nia" because she wanted to name herself after nia nal, a character on her favorite show (supergirl) because nia nal is trans like she is, nia nal is an alien (and nia mahdi oftentimes feels like an alien around other humans), and nia nal is a really cool superhero! (unspoken: nia nal is nia mahdi's special interest.)

it took nia mahdi's parents a little bit of time to wrap their heads around her truth, but soon, they fully accepted nia for who she is.

that summer, her parents informed nia's school of her correct name, pronouns, and gender. and nia started growing out her hair, and she's never cut it since! nia loves her long hair.

when nia started second grade, nia's classmates sometimes accidentally called her by the wrong name and pronouns, but they always apologized and corrected themselves when nia pointed out their mistake. a few kids were confused, but once nia explained that she knows she's a girl just as well as you know you're a boy/girl, they all understood and accepted her :)

now onto the real content of the first book, which takes place from september to december:

nia's just started sixth grade at a new middle school. it's really loud, big, and hard. but she has a friend, ender. ender doesn't speak english well (he moved to america from turkey just last year), but that's okay because nia has trouble speaking sometimes too.

one day, nia's parents take her to a doctor, and she has to answer a lot of questions and take a lot of tests.

a few weeks later, nia's parents sit her down and tell her that she has been diagnosed with autism.

nia researches autism and feels very relieved and validated. (unspoken: autism becomes one of nia's special interests.)

at school, nia gets some cool accomodations: she's allowed to wear ear defenders at lunch and in the hallways, she can keep a tablet in her backpack to use for AAC when necessary, and she can use the school's sensory break room when necessary.

one time, nia gets very upset after receiving a "bad grade" on a reading test. a few of the questions asked her to identify characters' emotions, motivations, etc., and nia wants to explain to her teacher that her autism makes "emotional reading between the lines" hard for her. but she's so upset that her mouth isn't working properly, so she uses her AAC to talk to the teacher.

after that, one of nia's classmates makes a rude comment about her AAC. speaking through her AAC, nia explains to him why she uses her AAC. she stands up for herself.

in her free time, nia keeps researching autism and disability justice advocacy. she begins to think that her friend ender might be autistic too - he has a lot of autistic traits, and she's never felt alien around him in the way she does around most people.

she tells ender about her theory. ender says he's not sure whether or not he thinks he's autistic. but he does know that the hallways are far too loud, and he would like to be able to wear ear defenders like nia. so nia lends ender her spare pair of ear defenders.

the next day at lunch, ender gives nia back her ear defenders and reveals that he got in trouble for wearing in the hallway. the teacher thought he was wearing headphones and listening to music (which isn't allowed), and ender couldn't remember the english words to explain to her that they were just to shield him from the noise.

nia wants to help ender be able to wear defenders. she schedules a meeting with the guidance counselor. together, she and ender explain to the guidance counselor that ender just wants to wear ear defenders in the loud hallways. the counselor says that ender can't do that since he doesn't have an official accommodations letter.

nia leaves the office very upset. she knows from her research that autism diagnoses are very expensive and hard to get. she wants to find a way to get ender this accommodation without an official letter.

so nia makes a plan: she and ender write a long essay explaining why ender should be allowed to wear ear defenders.

they present the essay to the counselor, and she's convinced by their arguement. ender is now allowed to wear ear defenders in the hallway :)

to celebrate their victory, nia buys ender bright purple ear defenders (the same type she has) so that they can match :)

and that's the end of book 1

BOOK 2

book 2 takes place from january to march

nia goes on puberty blockers. nia's glad that she won't have to go through male puberty, but she also feels weird about it. nia is very excited to start wearing a hijab, and her mom says that she can start wearing a hijab when she goes through puberty and transitions from being a girl to being a woman. so, if nia isn't going through puberty now, when will she get to start wearing a hijab?

nia talks to ender about her problem. ender suggests that she should talk to her mom about it.

nia talks to her mom about her concerns. nia's mom explains that the shift from girl to woman involves more than just her body changing: it involves growth, strength of spirit, and learning about oneself. nia's mom will be able to tell when she's ready to start wearing the hijab, even if nia isn't going through puberty. nia feels a lot better now.

the next day at lunch, nia tells ender the good news. he is very happy for her. he then tells nia that he's scared of puberty too. he asks nia how she knew she was a girl, and nia explains how it was this strong internal feeling. ender reveals that he feels like he's not a boy or a girl. he's afraid that that means he's weird or broken. nia explains that he's not weird or broken - some people are non-binary, which means that they're not fully a boy or fully a girl. ender really likes that word. nia also tells ender that some non-binary like to use the gender-neutral pronouns "they/them" and asks ender if he would like her to start using those pronouns for him. ender says that he's not sure. he likes he/him pronouns, he thinks, at least for now. nia smiles and tells him that she's proud of him.

the spring dance is in march. nia and her mom go shopping for an oufit. at first, nia drifts towards the pretty dresses. she loves how they look and feels great in them, but she wants to try on suits too. she feels a little bit insecure when she realizes that she loves how she looks in the suit too. (plus, this navy suit will go better with her purple ear defenders than the colorful dresses will.) she's scared that her classmates will think she's not a "real girl" if she comes to the dance in a suit, but then she remembers her conversation with ender - when ender asked her how she knew she's a girl, her answer was that it was just something she knew. her gender isn't defined by her clothing preferences - she's just as much of a real girl in this suit as in those dresses. so nia buys the suit, and she feels very happy and confident.

at the dance, she finds that ender is wearing a skirt (and a tuxedo shirt and blazer). she runs up to him, and they both happy stim. they have a lot of fun dancing and snacking on cheez its together.

BOOK 3

book 3 takes place from april to june

the main plot of book 3 is going to be nia's grandmother visiting from iran for three months. nia learns a lot of new information about her family culture.

in june, to celebrate the end of the school year, nia's school has a multi-cultural night.

ender signs up to bring in some traditional turkish food and share some of the poetry his dad has written in turkish. he encourages nia to sign up for multi-cultural night too!

so nia signs up.

together, nia and her grandmother cook a ton of traditional iranian food to share at the celebration. she and her grandmother also work together to sew a special kaftan for nia.

the night of the celebration, nia dresses up in her kaftan and grabs the containers of food. as she's getting ready to leave, her father asks her to stop so he can take a picture of her. her mother says, "wait! i have one other thing for the picture!" (but spoken in faarsi). she emerges with a hijab for nia. she helps nia put on the hijab and tells nia that she's seen how nia's grown into a woman this past school year (aka, over the course of these 3 books). nia is so happy that she cries.

at the multi-cultural night, everyone loves the food and nia's kaftan and hijab. when ender sees nia's hijab, he starts happy stimming, and nia starts happy stimming too.

that's all my plans for goty 2022!

#american girl dolls #ag #long post

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maybeimamuppet · 3 years ago

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in her pride

happy Wednesday and happy pride, friends! this is a request fill for @jusanotherconfusedfangirl who requested our art freaks and Elijah attending pride!

trigger warnings for:

homophobia

one use of d-slur

panic attacks

I think that's everything, but as always please let me know if I've missed something and I will add it in.

enjoy!

“Hey, Peanut,” Janis greets as Cady leaps into her arms. “You look cute!”

“Thanks!” Cady chirps happily. She does look rather adorable in her shorts and tank top combo, complete with bi flag suspenders and a matching headband. She also found bi flag socks and stole a pair of Janis’ boots. Cady pulls back to see Janis’ outfit too. “Wow. You look… really good.”

“Why thank you,” Janis purrs. She’s in her usual shorts and tights, but this time has a lesbian flag t-shirt and matching socks poking out from her own boots. She does a spin to show off her outfit, revealing that one the pockets of her shorts has also been painted with the many orange and pink stripes of her flag, and her infamous ‘female power’ painting done in miniature on the other. “Come on.”

Cady follows her into the house and up to her room. Julie waves as they pass her open door. She’s got on a rainbow shirt in solidarity, but wouldn’t be joining them on their little excursion.

“Do you want your flag painted on your face?” Janis asks, pointing to her own cheek decorated with yet another lesbian flag. Cady nods excitedly, so Janis gestures for her to sit across from her on the bed and grabs her paints and a brush.

“What’s it going to be like?” Cady asks as Janis tenderly brushes a thick stripe of blue onto her cheek.

“Loud,” Janis replies immediately. “In a lot of ways. There’s gonna be a lot of bright colors, obviously, and a lot of noise. And probably a few weird smells.”

“Okay,” Cady chuckles gently so she doesn’t mess Janis up.

“It’s a lot of fun, though. You’ll get to see and meet all sorts of people who’ve been through and experienced all sorts of things,” Janis says. “You’ll love it.”

“I’m so excited,” Cady says happily as Janis finishes brushing magenta on top of her purple stripe. “When did you start going?”

“Ninth grade,” Janis says quietly. “Damian and I went with our moms.”

“Aww,” Cady coos. “You sound sad.”

“I’m… I don’t know,” Janis says. “It was a great thing overall that year, but I had an… ordeal, let’s say, with a group of protestors there. I’m still not sure how I feel about that Pride as a whole.”

“Oh,” Cady frowns. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not right now,” Janis says. “It’s your first pride, let’s just focus on that for today. I’ll tell you some other time.”

“Okay,” Cady says. “You look good in warm colors, you should wear them more often.”

“You think?” Janis chuckles, putting her hands on her hips and striking a pose. “Haven’t worn this much pink since I was a Plastic.”

“Love, you wore that pink shirt so many times during our junior year,” Cady says. “And last year, too.”

“What pink shirt?” Janis asks in confusion. “I don’t have any pink clothes.”

Cady heads over to her closet and pulls out the two-toned pink striped shirt, a dress with pink flowers, and a pink sweater.

“Then what color are these?” She asks, holding them up to show off.

Janis goes very quiet and purses her lips. “Diet red. I don’t wear pink.”

Cady bursts out laughing and comes to kiss her cheek. “You’re allowed to wear pink if you want, lovey. It suits you.”

“Humph,” Janis grumbles. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I think so,” Cady says. “Sunscreen and sunglasses, ear defenders, hats, water, snacks, phone, ponchos, flags.”

“Sounds good to me,” Janis says. “Dame and Elijah should be here in a few minutes and then we can go.”

“Yay,” Cady says happily, coming to straddle her girlfriend for cuddles.

Sure enough, Damian and Elijah come quite literally parading into the room about ten minutes later, having let themselves into Janis’ house. Cady and Janis are more than a little concerned when they hear Julie yell “Oh my god!”

Until they see what she’s on about. Damian is looking… colorful in a full rainbow outfit, complete with cloud hat, bright red lipstick and wearing a trans pride flag as a cape. Elijah is entirely topless but in a rainbow skirt, long and made of tulle. He’s also wearing a flag cape, but his is the demisexual flag. He has a fan in each hand. One says ‘Oh honey’ with a bee pattern on it and the other appears to say ‘Power bottom’. Janis gags a little as he hands the latter back to Damian.

“Jesus Christ, guys,” Janis laughs. “Looking good.”

“Whoa,” Cady blinks. “I want a cape!”

“Do you have a flag?” Damian asks. Cady nods and grabs her larger bi flag that she’d impulse-bought a while ago out of her bag. He takes it and ties it loosely around her neck to match them. Once she has her cape, Cady does a superhero pose with her hands on her hips and her chin jutted out proudly.

“Bi-der girl,” Janis mumbles under her breath. Cady hears her and laughs, nodding in agreement.

“Can we go now pleeeease? I’m so excited,” Cady begs, tugging on Janis’ hand to get her to stand up.

“Yes, we can, easy,” Janis laughs. “Save your energy.”

“She’s got plenty,” Damian chuckles. “Let’s go, E can drive us there.”

—————

“Whoa,” Cady says in awe, looking around at all the bright rainbows and fun outfits surrounding them. They got a spot near the start of the parade, to get the best goodies. “Is that person-“

“Naked? Probably,” Janis finishes as Cady trails off. “There’s a lot of different things people are here for, some are a little ‘out there’ even for me.”

“Hm,” Cady hums thoughtfully. “Fun!”

“Just wait ‘til it starts, Butterfly,” Janis says, kissing her cheek. Cady flinches a little when the screaming begins along with the parade, and Janis quickly realizes she can’t see much. Cady accepts the offered perch on Janis’ back and watches like that, waving at people passing by and catching them a few of whatever is flung their way.

By the time the last few floats and groups have gone by, Janis is almost totally covered in all sorts of rainbow and pride accoutrements. Necklaces, other beads, candy, flags, and even some condoms.

“That was awesome!” Cady squeals in her ear. “What now?”

“Now we get to walk around and enjoy it,” Janis responds, following Damian and Elijah down the street. “Ooh, cupcakes.”

Cady is glad Janis seems to have forgotten she’s still on her back, since it means she doesn’t have to walk around. Janis buys them each a cupcake with their respective pride flag frosted on top, and Cady climbs down to dig in happily.

“Ooh, mine is funfetti!” She says around a mouthful, showing Janis her cupcake with the bite missing.

“I think mine is strawberry,” Janis says around some of her own, showing off the pink center to hers. Cady cheekily leans in and takes a bite of it. “Hey!” Janis leans in and takes a bite of Cady’s. “You got frosting on your nose.”

Cady crosses her eyes to see, and sure enough, there is a little bit of purple frosting from her cupcake on her nose. She pokes her tongue out to try to get it, but Janis kisses it away instead. Cady grins and clambers back onto her girlfriend’s back, peppering a few kisses over her cheeks.

“What’s that?” She asks, pointing to a group of people who seem to be doing some sort of craft as they listen to a local band on a stage nearby.

“I dunno, sometimes they have art stuff here. Do you want to go see? I think we’ve officially lost Dame and Elijah,” Janis says.

“How did we manage that? Damian is literally dressed as a whole rainbow,” Cady mutters confusedly.

“Exactly, it’s perfect camouflage,” Janis chuckles. “They’ll find us eventually, come on.”

Cady clings to her shoulders contently as she’s carried over to the area. A lady is running a booth there and explains they’re painting rocks to go in a garden outside the local LGBTQ+ youth shelter. People are painting anything from pride flags, to animals and other random things, to supportive messages on some of the larger ones. It’s free, so Janis grabs a few rocks for each of them and a paper plate with all sorts of colors of acrylic paint.

“So what do you think so far, Butterfly?” Janis asks as she gets to work painting a bee on one of her rocks.

“It’s fun! You were right, it’s loud, but it’s… safe feeling. A good loud,” Cady responds, deciding to do a rainbow lion, as a little nod to her pride of lions from Kenya. “And everything is so interesting, there’s so much here.”

“Good,” Janis replies, leaning in to kiss her cheek. Someone from one of the other blankets yells over that they make a cute couple, and they both call back a thank you with a giggle.

“And everyone is so nice, too,” Cady chuckles, brushing a streak of purple into her lion’s mane.

Once all their rocks have been thoroughly decorated with all sorts of flags and rainbows and messages, they return them to the booth to dry and be placed, and then head off to find another thing to do.

“Oh, there’s Damian,” Cady says, having been on her tippy toes and scanning the local area.

“Of course he found the food trucks,” Janis mumbles under her breath. She yelps slightly as Cady grabs her hand and starts running them in that direction.

By the time they make it to him, she’s thoroughly out of breath. Damian turns around at the sound of her panting and chuckles.

“Hey guys!” He greets. “I found tacos. You good, Jan?”

“Gimme,” Janis puffs, reaching for his slushee. He hands it over begrudgingly and lets her have a few gulps. “Ooh, blue raspberry. Thanks.”

“Get your own,” Damian whines. “They’re, like, two bucks.”

“And you owe me ten,” Janis shrugs. “Mine now.”

“Why does Damian owe you money?” Cady asks worriedly.

“I bet him ten bucks I could steal a sheep without being noticed,” Janis responds. “And then I did.”

“You-you-“ Cady stutters. “Wh-what-why- why did you-“

“Good job, Janis, you broke your girlfriend,” Elijah chuckles.

“I put it back after,” Janis says, as if that makes anything better. Cady is still stuttering over several questions. “I named him Walter.”

Cady just blinks and then sighs, leaning her head against Janis’ shoulder. “Stop stealing livestock. Just leave them alone.”

“I didn’t steal the cows! Or the chickens,” Janis defends quickly. “And the sheep was fine. I just borrowed him for a second. Also, did you know sheep are not as soft as you would think? They’re very scratchy.”

“There’s a reason I can’t wear wool,” Cady chuckles in response. “Now get us some tacos, you heathen.”

Janis pouts, but does head up to the window to order them some food. Cady takes hers and leads them all over to a picnic table nearby, trying to navigate around the sticky soda spills and leftover gum.

Elijah tells them about the clothing and accessory booths set up a ways away, showing them all the cool pride necklaces he had purchased along with a few t-shirts. In return, Cady points out the cupcake place back closer to the beginning. Damian suddenly looks much more excited than he did a second ago.

“They’re really good! Mine was funfetti, and Janis let me try some of her strawberry one,” Cady says.

“I didn’t let you, you stole a bite,” Janis retaliates. “Don’t twist this story.”

“And you took some of mine,” Cady argues jokingly. “You would’ve given me a bite anyway.”

“No I wouldn’t! You’re a thief,” Janis says. Damian and Elijah both shoot her a look. “What?”

To prove her point, Cady juts out her bottom lip and blinks at her pleadingly. “Jayjay, can I pleeeease have a bite of your taco?”

“This is a trap, this is a trap,” Janis whispers to herself, trying her hardest to resist. Cady takes it up a notch and leans into her shoulder, blinking those long eyelashes at her adorably. “Fine!”

Cady laughs victoriously and steals her bite. “I told you. I have the power.”

“Outside the bedroom, maybe,” Janis mutters crankily. “Ow!”

“Janis Sarkisian,” Cady scolds, whacking her arm once more. “We just got a whole intervention a couple weeks ago, did you not learn your lesson about keeping things private?”

“I was joking, ow!” Janis laughs. “Stop hitting me, I’m sorry. I gave you my taco.”

Cady chuckles. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you. I love you.”

Janis grins again as Cady cuddles back into her shoulder. “I love you too.”

Damian shoots them a warning look, so Janis restrains herself to one kiss against Cady’s hair and less aggressive cuddling than she wants.

They finish their food and sit there chatting for a while before Cady pipes up again. “I’m bored, can we go find something else to do?”

“Sure, Cads,” Damian chuckles. “Come on, there’s some photo booth thingies this way.”

Cady says, “Ooh!” excitedly at the same time Janis gives a groan, but they both follow Damian and Elijah regardless. “Jayjay, it’ll be fun! Oh, look at all the backdrops, they’re huge!”

Janis can’t help but smile at her excitement, remembering the joy she felt at her own first pride. Cady takes all sorts of selfies and pictures with her little squad at every flag backdrop, even the ones nobody in their group belong to. They are all very pretty and do make excellent photo backdrops.

Janis takes some of just Cady in front of the bi flag pasted to the side of a building. Cady smiles happily at her and does a few poses. Damian cheers her on from the sidelines before joining her for a few more. Janis smiles even more. She and Damian are and always will be platonic soulmates, but he and Cady have something special too.

Cady eventually comes back to her girlfriend after no fewer than fifty pictures. Some Plastic habits have taken longer to fade than others. “Do you want any of you?”

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks, Peanut,” Janis says. She’s perfectly content to peruse their group shots or the photos of Cady, she’s never been one to enjoy taking pictures of just herself. “I’m in plenty of the group ones.”

“Okay,” Cady says. “What do you want to do? You’ve just been following me around so far.”

“No, I got the cupcakes,” Janis reminds her. “And you’ve picked good stuff to do. Let’s go check out the shopping stands, though, they usually have good stuff.”

Cady nods and takes her hand. Damian and Elijah realize they’re leaving and follow after them at a slight distance. Cady looks around curiously at all the rainbows and other color schemes in various forms around them. “I’ve never felt so… safe. Or secure in my sexuality,” she says quietly as they pass under a rainbow balloon structure.

“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to feel,” Janis says back with a smile. It quickly fades. “Too good to last.”

“What?” Cady asks. Janis points to a crowd of religious protestors nearby, holding signs with all sorts of cruel phrasing on them. “Oh.”

“Just ignore them for now, unless they start getting physical or go after someone young,” Janis shrugs, turning to browse some pride earrings. Cady nods and follows.

She notices Janis tense up as they’re forced to get closer to keep browsing, so she squeezes her hand gently to comfort her. Janis squeezes back thankfully.

Cady and Janis manage to ignore them and continue browsing. Cady buys everyone scrunchies patterned with their respective flags. Elijah puts his on his wrist, but Damian goes the extra mile and manages to get a little ponytail together on top of his head.

He and Elijah continue walking around for a while, but Cady and Janis stay and find a place to sit. It’s quiet and peaceful as Cady braids Janis’ hair down her back and ties the end with her new scrunchie.

So quiet that Janis forgets where they are and who’s nearby, and leans in to kiss her. All she knows is Damian and Elijah aren’t particularly close by, so she has free reign to kiss her girlfriend as much as she wants.

She’s violently brought back to reality when she hears some yelling. All she can make out is the word ‘dykes’. And to make matters worse, her hand suddenly feels warm and wet. One of them spat on her.

Damian and Elijah make a return as they hear the slurs being yelled, and Janis runs to cuddle into Damian. Cady, however, is fuming.

Cady knows she’s not supposed to engage these people. It won’t change anything, and puts her at risk. But, as she sees Janis being led away by Damian apparently in tears, she can’t hold herself back. Elijah is waiting for her, and there’s plenty of safe people around.

“Listen up, you fucks!” She snaps, getting the mob’s attention. “You know damn well you don’t belong here. This is an event for us, to give us a safe space. You’re entitled to your opinions, but attacking my girlfriend is where I draw the fucking line. Fun fact, pride actually has two meanings. This, and a family of lions. I grew up surrounded by several prides. I know how they fight, how they protect each other. The same applies here. If you even think about doing anything to anyone here again, I’ll show you how a whole pride of lions fights. Now fuck off.”

Surprisingly, they listen and back down a little bit. They don’t leave like she had hoped, but deep down she knew they wouldn’t. They’re suddenly swarmed by other pride-goers, congratulating her on her speech and going to try to cover the signs of the protestors.

“Damn, Cady,” Elijah says lowly. “Nice.”

“They hurt Janis,” Cady growls furiously. “Where did they go?”

Elijah points to an alleyway and leads them to it, quickly revealing a sobbing Janis being cradled by Damian. Cady’s seen her like this a few times before. She’s having a panic attack.

“Oh, darling,” Cady breathes sadly, any trace of anger gone once she sees the state Janis is in. “I’m so sorry.”

Janis reaches for her, so Cady cuddles in by Damian and squishes Janis between them. Elijah waits a little bit away, but in earshot if they need him. Janis doesn’t know him as well and his presence seemed to be making her more upset.

Cady pulls her bag off her back and roots through it, pulling out a water bottle and one of the snacks she brought, Janis’ sunglasses, and her own ear defenders.

“Mpenzi, do you want to try these? You don’t have to, but they help me when I’m overwhelmed,” Cady says lowly, tenderly stroking over Janis’ braid. Janis nods with another burst of sobs, so Cady helps her get the sunglasses on without poking her eyes and gently pops on the headphones. “Deep breaths, love, everything’s okay.”

Janis continues weeping in their embrace, sniffling anxiously every once in a while and clinging to both of her comfort people. Cady usually would offer a calming strategy, but she gets a sense that this time it’s important for Janis to just get it out.

A few people pass by the alley and ask if she’s okay, but Elijah plays bodyguard and sends them on their way again with the assurance that they’re handling it.

Very, very gradually, Janis does calm down. She pulls the headphones down around her neck and tucks the sunglasses into her shirt, reaching for the water and snack.

Cady unscrews the lid and hands it over, but helps her hold it when she sees how violently Janis is still shaking. Janis downs a couple gulps and continues clutching it as she shifts off of Damian and closer to Cady.

“Can I kiss you? Here?” Cady asks, tapping Janis’ forehead. She doesn’t know what triggered this, yet, and she doesn’t want to overstep. But Janis nods, so she pulls her close and peppers kisses against her temple. “You’re okay now, they’re gone.”

Elijah gets a little closer now that Janis is no longer in tears, sitting across the alley against the other wall.

“Did they-did they do anything? To you?” Janis chokes quietly, checking over Cady for any injuries and her face for any hint of sadness. Elijah snorts. “What?”

“Cady cussed their asses out,” Elijah responds. “She went off, even I was scared. They didn’t have a chance to get anything in edgewise.”

“That’s not- not safe,” Janis whispers anxiously. “Wh-why?”

“Shh, darling, I know it was a bad idea,” Cady says, blushing slightly at Elijah’s summation of the events. She just said whatever came to her. “But they hurt you. I’m not gonna let anyone get away with that. Nothing happened, and I won’t do that again.”

Janis looks warily to Damian, who gives her a sad nod. Cady gives a weak grin watching their apparent psychic connection.

“When I was-well. The first-the first time,” Janis begins shakily. “I was-was fourteen. Stupid. I-I made f-fun of them. And-and-and…”

She breaks down again, crying into Cady’s shoulder gently. Damian asks her if he can tell the story for her, and she nods.

“She kind of taunted them. I did too, it was funny for a while,” he says quietly. “But then one of them got really angry. He got them all to yell at us a lot louder, and Janis was obviously still kind of sensitive to the whole d-slur thing. Which they noticed, so they yelled that over and over. And then he threw a rock, and it hit her. She had a bruise for almost a month, it almost broke her arm.”

“Oh god, love,” Cady whispers in sad shock. “I’m so sorry.”

“That guy was arrested, but the rest of them weren’t. And he got out pretty quickly, unfortunately. His church paid his bail,” Damian growls. “We’ve tried to avoid them since.”

“Was he there?” Cady asks him quietly.

“No,” Damian says with a shake of his head. “But it was similar enough to what happened last time. She wasn’t right for a long time after it happened. And it makes sense she’s traumatized a little.”

Cady nods sadly and cuddles her girlfriend closer. It’s so hot, but Janis is crying so hard into her shoulder that she can’t think about anything else.

“Shh, darling, I’m so sorry,” Cady says quietly, rocking her girlfriend from side to side. “You’re safe, I’m safe. All of us are safe, nobody got hurt this time. Everything’s okay, I promise.”

Janis nods gently against her and tries to calm down, matching Cady’s slow, deep breathing as best she can and inhaling her comforting scent of rosewater, cherries, and books. They all mingle in an enchanting aroma around Cady, and Janis can’t get enough.

After another few minutes she stops crying again, and is just sniffling quietly in Cady’s hold.

“Okay?” Cady asks quietly. Janis nods gently again. “Good. Do you want to go fix your makeup or stay here a while longer?”

“You could do both,” Damian shrugs, pulling out a pack of makeup wipes and a few basic products. “What? You never know what you might need.”

“Gay,” Elijah teases. Damian pokes his tongue out at him.

Cady takes a few of the wipes and tenderly swipes the mascara and streaky remnants of a pride flag from Janis’ face. Her lipstick survived, so she leaves that. ��Look up, dearest.”

Janis does, so she gently swipes on a new coat of eyeliner and several layers of mascara, as Janis likes it to be. “Thank you.” She says quietly, blinking a few times to get everything in place once Cady finishes.

“You’re welcome,” Cady responds with a kiss to her cheek. “Do you want to go home? You’ve been through it today.”

“No,” Janis replies instantly. “I-I went home last time. I let them get to me. I can’t do it again.”

“Okay,” Cady says. “If you’re sure you’re okay.”

Janis nods and stands up, brushing over her cheeks to try and help any remaining tear tracks fade. Cady, Damian, and Elijah stand as well.

“Oh, hang on a second,” Cady says hastily, taking her bag off again and rooting through it. She pulls out Janis’ pride flag and ties it gently around her neck so she has a cape like the rest of them. “It came off your face. You need another one.”

Janis grins weakly and squeezes her hand, leading them out of the alley and back to the festival.

“Hey,” Cady says quietly as they follow Damian and Elijah back closer to the entrance. Janis looks at her with a questioning hum, still not really in a mood to speak. Cady holds their intertwined hands up. “I love you.” She squeezes Janis’ hand three times, one squeeze for each word.

Janis smiles and leans in for a quick kiss. She looks around anxiously before she does, but the fact that she’s even willing to do so at all is frankly a miracle. “I love you too.” She squeezes Cady back four times, following the same pattern.

Eventually they get close to the area where they had painted the rocks earlier. And Cady gets an idea.

“Darling, will you be okay if I leave for a few minutes? I think I left something back that way,” she says to throw Janis off slightly. Janis pouts but nods and picks up a bit of speed to catch up with Damian. He screams and whirls around when she taps him on the shoulder, and Cady muffles laughter into her hand as she loops around a building and runs over to the booth.

“Oh, hello! Welcome back, are you here to do some more?” The kind lady asks.

“Um, yes, do you have any that are like that one?” Cady asks, pointing to one of the ones she decorated earlier. “And could I maybe keep this one?”

“I’m really not supposed to, but I don’t see why not. Our gardens aren’t that big,” the lady shrugs, handing over a rock of a similar size and shape.

“Thank you!” Cady calls, squeezing out all the colors she’ll need and running to hide from her little group. She copies the design she wants, and grins when it turns out even better this time. The paint dries within ten minutes, so she holds it carefully as she returns her supplies and takes her time returning to Janis.

Once it’s dry enough, she tucks it into her backpack and rejoins her friends and girlfriend.

She finds them by the cupcakes again. Damian seems very pleased with his lemon transgender pride flag one, Elijah got a cookies and cream demisexual one, and Janis seems content with another lesbian pride one since she gets this one all to herself.

“Hey, love,” Cady greets, once again leaning in and taking a small nibble of her cupcake. Janis whines in defeat, but turns to greet her with a smile.

“You’re a thief,” she gripes jokingly, kissing Cady’s cheek.

“A cute thief,” Cady responds.

“You got me there,” Janis chuckles. “Did you find your thing?”

“Yep! All good,” Cady says. “Now you have frosting on your nose.”

Janis scrunches her face up to see, making Cady giggle. She leans in to kiss it off, returning the favor Janis gave earlier.

“Jan, are you done?” Damian asks around the last mouthful of his cupcake. Janis takes the last bite of hers and nods, standing up to throw the wrappers in the nearby bin. Cady sneakily puts their backpack on Janis’ shoulders. She looks at her oddly, but puts her arms through to carry it around.

“Should we leave? I think we’ve done all there is to do,” Elijah says. “And I want ice cream.”

Janis perks up at the mention of ice cream. She’s lactose intolerant, but will be damned if it keeps her from enjoying her favorite cold treat.

“Janis, no,” Cady says. “You get sorbet.” Janis pouts, pulling her own puppy eyes pleadingly. Resist, Cady. “Fine, we’ll stop somewhere and get you your lactose pills.”

Janis thinks for a second before giving a begrudging nod. She’d rather not deal with a stomachache on top of everything else today, maybe her lactose pills are a good compromise.

“Good, come on,” Cady says. Janis shrieks in surprise as she picks her up piggyback style and starts following Damian and Elijah to the gates. “What?”

“When did you get so strong, babe?” Janis asks, clinging to her shoulders as Cady grips her thighs.

“You’re not that heavy, Jay,” Cady chuckles, adjusting her grip slightly. “And I did grow up in Africa. I carried a lot of water around.”

“Are you from Africa, baby, really? I had no idea,” Janis teases.

“I will drop you,” Cady threatens in retaliation. “If you don’t appreciate my services.”

“No, I appreciate them,” Janis says hastily, clinging to her tighter. She rests her chin on Cady’s shoulder and squishes their cheeks together. The rhythm of their steps nearly lulls her to sleep. “‘S nice.”

“Good,” Cady giggles. “You’re so cute.”

“No,” Janis whines, turning her head away to hide her blush. “That’s not how this is supposed to go.”

Cady laughs again. “Well, it’s how it’s going, so I suggest you learn to live with it. I think you’re absolutely adorable.”

“Why?” Janis pouts. “I spent so much time trying to make myself not cute.”

“Because you just are. Your eyes are so big, and you care so much about the people you can be bothered to give a shit about, and the way you stick your tongue out when you try to focus just… hurts me, almost,” Cady says, listing a few things. “And you love cuddles and when I hold you, and you still blush every time I call you Jellybean, and you pout when you get tired, and-“

“Okay, okay,” Janis says desperately, cutting her off so she can calm down. Her face is bright red by this point. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Cady says, depositing her safely just outside the car. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis says, leaning in for a kiss.

“Oh my god, get in, losers!” Damian yells far too loudly. Janis and Cady both laugh and slide into the backseat.

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“You have an ice cream mustache,” Janis chuckles at her girlfriend once their tasty snack is finished. “Come here.”

Cady reaches for her, and Janis presses their lips together contently, the flavors of chocolate and strawberry mingling on their tongues.

“There,” Janis says once they finally pull back. Damian and Elijah went inside to browse the candy for sale, so she doesn’t have to worry about being scolded for kissing Cady so aggressively.

“Thanks,” Cady giggles. “Oh, I have something for you.”

“Huh?” Janis says confusedly as Cady takes the backpack back from her and starts rooting through it. Cady pulls out her rock and holds it behind her back.

“You have to promise not to laugh at it, I did my best,” Cady demands. Janis nods in confusion and holds her hands out for her gift. Her brows furrow for a split second when Cady drops the stone in them, but she smiles widely when she turns it over to see what it’s been decorated with.

“The rainbow lion,” she says happily, tracing a tender finger over a piece of his mane.

“I went back and made another one for you, the lady let me keep it,” Cady says. “Do you get it?”

“No, I didn’t know there was something to get,” Janis says. Cady sits next to her on the bench and smiles as Janis leans onto her shoulder.

“A group of lions is called a pride,” Cady says quietly. “And you’re in my pride. In more ways than one. I love you, so you’re in my group. And I’m so, so proud of you. For just… being you. And being here. And letting me love you.”

Janis pulls back, and Cady notices her eyes brimming with tears as she suddenly tackles Cady in a tight hug. Cady squeezes her back just as tightly.

“I love you so much,” Janis sniffles. “Thank you.”

“I love you too,” Cady says, stroking down Janis’ braid. “Oh, darling, don’t cry, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Janis chuckles through her tears. “Good cry this time.”

“Ah, okay,” Cady says, gently rubbing up and down Janis’ back as her girlfriend moves to sit on her lap. The sun is finishing its journey for the day, the stars are just barely visible and the horizon is still bathed in varying shades of pink and orange and purple. “Happy Pride, darling.”

“Happy Pride, Peanut.”

I’m glad I’m in yours.

well i’ve had quite a bit of excitement trying to get this posted, so i hope you enjoyed!

requests are still paused, but i am hoping to get them re-opened in the next few weeks. nearly there.

thanks for reading!

lots of love,

ezzy

#cadnis #paint by numbers #space safari #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady x janis #cady heron #janis sarkisian #damian hubbard #mean girls #mean girls broadway #mean girls musical

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adamarks · 5 years ago

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If one more person says simon snow should lose his wings i’m gonna lose my goddamn mind: a meta

Alright you guys, I’ve had ENOUGH. Simon cannot lose his wings unless you want him to break up with Baz, and this is why.

Let’s start with Baz.

This analysis is obviously Simon-based, and yes i’ll get there, but first we need to look at the biggest key we’ve been given to what Simon’s wings could possibly mean subtextually and metaphorically for the story at large. That key is: Baz’s vampirism.

Baz being a vampire is constantly compared to/mentioned in tandem with his queerness in Carry On. In his first chapters, what are the three most important traits that we learn about him?

he’s a drama queen

he’s a vampire

he’s hopelessly in love with simon snow

If you boil his character down until he’s basically just a stick figure, that’s what he is: an over dramatic vampire in love with Simon Snow.

We’ve all read the books, we all know this, and we all know he’s much more than that. What of it?

What’s important is that Baz’s vampirism is treated almost the exact same as his homosexuality.

Hiding it from everyone, being ashamed of it, knowing what you are but being terrified of it. His dad being “definitely more disappointed in my queerness than my undeadness.”

I mean, holy shit, let’s look at this bit in Carry on from Chapter 51:

“I think if I got married, to a girl from a good family, my father wouldn’t even care that I’m queer. “

This scene really hits, because how many times have you wondered “What if I was straight? Maybe this thing wouldn’t be as bad?” “What if i was just a straight poc?” “What if I was only gay and not trans?” “What if I was only disabled and not gay on top of it?” What if, what if, what if. Would my life be easier? you wonder. Would I get hurt less? Would people treat me better?

If Carry On is about self-realization, then Wayward Son is about the struggle of self-acceptance.

Baz going to Las Vegas and meeting Lamb probably seemed familiar for some of you people that are LGBT+. It’s how you feel when you’re from a small town and you go to a big city like New York or Orlando or LA for the first time and you see gay people all around you. Flamboyantly gay! Gay people holding hands! Gay people kissing! Trans people that don’t fit the gender norms! Older trans ladies just walking down the street!

It’s exciting, it’s exhilarating. Your baby-gay brain is so confused because no one’s giving them dirty looks. They don’t look nervous or ashamed. Is this allowed?

The party in the penthouse is glamorous and beautiful and alluring and none of the humans there are scared or look like they’re in real danger. It’s because they aren’t. None of those vampires are there to kill people.

This is where Baz’s fear of his own nature comes in. Let’s hear it for all you homosexuals in the crowd that are/have been terrified of being predatory. Of turning the gender you’ve been told all of your life you’re not supposed to want into pieces of meat. You feel ashamed for wanting physical intimacy. You feel wrong for wanting emotional intimacy.

Lamb is the older gay that you meet/learn about/watch on youtube or whatever that makes you learn that no, you’re not inherently evil. Lamb is the queer history, the queer movies, the queer people that you discover that make you learn that “no, i’m not bad. I’m not broken. I’m beautiful. I’m beautiful.”

Baz thinking the sight of Lamb drinking that guy’s blood being alluring and beautiful is crucial to his arc. Baz needs to see that all of him is beautiful.

So homosexuality = Baz being a vampire? How in the flying fuck does this have anything to do with Simon?

Remember, Baz is our key. His struggles have been happening since book one. Simon just gained his “creature” status at the end of Carry On. He’s new to this. Which means we’re new to the subtext. Which means: let’s dive on into the next big point.

Our Big Bisexual Boy

Whatever label you choose to use for Simon is up to you. As long as we all agree he likes more than one gender then it’s whatevs. I’m going to be using the word bisexual for this meta, though.

We’re all well aware that Simon is Struggling with his bisexuality in this book.

“I still haven’t sorted out whether I’m still attracted to women or whether I ever was, or whether I’m some kind of Baz-only-sexual. But the cleavage at this place is abundant, and I’m not mad about it.”

(taken from chapter 21)

Like....... y’know. We know. It’s... we get it.

The important part of that quote is that it’s at the Ren Faire. The Ren Faire is the first time Simon’s had his wings out in public since god-knows-when, if ever. This is also the first time he really considers kissing Baz in the book. Kissing Baz in Public.

Any of you that have been to Pride probably got a little bit of the warm fuzzies during this scene. The faire brought back such deep memories of my first pride it was a little bit emotional. I talked to random people, people ran around in rainbow outfits. There was body paint! Stupid hats! Weird dye jobs! The classic pride-flag-as-a-cape look! I talked to so many people and

“Everyone here is so friendly.”

(also taken from chapter 21)

Everyone was so nice to me.

Baz feels right at home; Simon is all smiles. The only one not having a blast is Penny and she’s (I’m sorry, Penny) the token straight friend in these books.

I don’t know how Rainbow did it, but she made me relive my first pride through Simon, and I’ll never not be grateful for that.

“Today I’m someone else entirely. Today I’m just a bloke with fake red wings.”

The Pride/Ren Faire parallels were pretty obvious, but I wanna get a little further into the whole “wings = being bisexual” thing.

We’ve established with Baz that being a magical creature or whatnot is Gay, but while Baz is fully magical, Simon’s “half-normal.” Kind of. It’s a weird situation there but half-normal works for the argument.

“’Smells like dragon... but also smells like iron. Another abomination!’”

(chapter 35)

Now the word “abomination” is really fucking unfortunate in this context, but biphobia exists so idk man. I’m gonna start talking in gay/straight terms and I absolutely know bisexuality isn’t half-gay half-straight but we’re talking in metaphors and i’ll tie it together at the end so just stick with me, okay?

He’s part dragon, part Normal (kind of). Simon’s not like Baz where he’s absolutely, 100% a vampire. He has traits of dragons and humans. This is why it’s so bad that he hates his wings half the time. They are part of him. They may not be “normal” and he may have to hide them, but he can’t just cut off the gay part. Our queerness doesn’t define us, but it’s a defining feature.

Penny says she wouldn’t be her if she wasn’t a mage. Simon wouldn’t be Simon if he wasn’t bi.

The mistake Simon and almost everyone else makes during this book is that they think of his wings as these separate entities. There is no gay part and straight part of Simon Snow. All of him is Simon. From the tips of his toes to the tops of his wings, all of him is Simon. He might’ve discovered this part of himself during a tragic point in his life, but that doesn’t mean it has to be something bad. It doesn’t have to be something tainted.

Sometimes you discover things about yourself during the hardest moments of your life. When you’re already down in the dirt, beaten and bruised, sometimes a mirror is put in front of you and you realize something. You realize you’re trans. You realize you’re gay. And sometimes you resent those realizations because they came to you at the worst possible time. “This is just one more thing on my plate,” you think.

This series is about reclaiming the things that where taken from you by the ones that hurt you.

Simon’s going to have to learn to love his wings, because even though they remind him of something that hurts-- hurts more than anything-- they’re part of him. They are him, as much as the rest of his body is. Simon’s going to have to forgive himself, and learn to love himself for all that he is.

Because all that he is is beautiful.

We all know it; it’s time for him to understand that.

All right, bitches. Let’s get to the bit we all REALLY care about. this is the one that really fucks me up my dudes. Because it’s Brutal. But anyways here we go.

His wings are the Big Baz Love

What are the two things that Simon’s considering cutting off in this book?

“That’s what I’m going to say when I break up with Baz.”

“Dr. Wellbelove said he could remove the wings. And the tail. Whenever I’m ready.”

(Chapter 2, Epilogue)

Yikes!

My guys..... Simon and Baz don’t kiss unless Simon’s wings are out.

I truly do not understand how some of you are out here saying Simon’s gonna lose his wings I really don’t. It’s stressful. I’m stressed. Ms. Rainbow Rowell, you have me stressed.

His Wings! Are! His Love!

On Love’s Light Wings!

Goatman dances his nasty little fingers all over the bridge that is Baz’s ass? Wings out, uses his tail to help kill the guy. Lamb is hitting on Baz too much?

“’Spell my wings off.’”

(Chapter 45)

In the airport, when a lady is giving them the “don’t be gay” stink eye he immediately checks to make sure his tail is hidden.

Baz can’t spell his wings off, guys.

Baz can’t spell his wings away.

“’Snow needs you to cast your angel spell on him. I hid his wings for breakfast, but they’re still there.’“

(Chapter 19)

In Chapter 41, the biggest kiss scene we get, Simon wraps his wings around Baz to hold him. He’s embracing him in his love guys. Guys.

Have you people noticed how i’m suddenly less articulate? It’s because i’m in crisis. Set me on fire I wouldn’t notice. I’ve been living with this terrible knowledge.

The first scene we finally see them kiss is after the scene at the Ren Faire when Simon’s wings are finally out and he finally got to fly.

“Simon catches up with me and traps me against the car. He’s kissing me before I see it coming.”

Simon is so dtf in this scene Penny throws a water bottle at them, and it hits him in the wing.

“’So hot,’ Simon Says. ‘Got to see you fight without picking a fight with you myself.’

Bunce throws a plastic bottle over my shoulder, and it smacks Simon in the wing.”

(Chapter 22)

She had to smack him right in the love for him to calm down, my dudes, my guys. Do you realize how hard it was for me to annotate this goddamn book with this knowledge? Every. Single. Time. Simon stretches a wing or flaps them around it’s about Baz. It gets to the point where you have to put the book down or you’re gonna explode.

Simon’s wings are always out around Lamb. He’s jealous as hell and he hates that motherfucker’s guts. The only real injuries Simon sustains in this book are to his wings and they’re almost always when Baz gets hurt too.

When did Simon get his wings? Only a day after he first kissed Baz.

Simon’s love for Baz is so big and so obnoxious he can’t hide it. His wings and tail have spikes, because that’s all Simon knows. He’s rough around the edges, he’s been hurt, he’s been used.

He’s never been in love before.

His love is spiky; it’s loud. It’s hotrod red and you can’t miss it when it’s out. Baz can’t see it, because Simon’s tucked it away. He hasn’t flown with it. He hasn’t wrapped it around Baz in so long. He doesn’t know how to handle a love this big, where to put it, when to unfurl it.

Simon gets jealous. He gets scared. He’s insecure. He wants so dearly to finally give to someone instead of feeling like he’s just giving in. Like he’s still just taking from Baz.

What do you do with wings?

How do you find somewhere safe to fly?

The Resolution.

I said earlier that if Carry On is a story of self-discovery, Wayward Son is a story of self-acceptance.

Simon has to love himself, and learn that his love for Baz is a good thing. As he accepts himself (and his dragon powers evolve go read my dragon simon meta it’s good.) he’s going to start to shine.

This is a story being told to us with nothing but love. This is a story about a boy that’s his own worst enemy-- as all of us often are. It’s so scary to accept our wings. It’s so scary to accept our fangs. Especially when they’ve come out of such a hideous occurrence.

We need to accept these dark times and acknowledge that maybe, just maybe, we were made more beautiful because of them. Maybe the light we give after we’ve been in darkness is more vibrant, because we know how scary the dark is. The things that happened to us were horrible, and hideous, and terrifying, but we aren’t. We’re different from how we were before, but we’re still beautiful.

Simon Snow is going to accept himself.

Simon Snow is going to accept his past.

Simon Snow is going to finally, finally tell Baz he loves him.

And for the first time, Simon Snow is going to see that he’s beautiful.

If you’ve liked this meta you should also check out this one where i explain how they’re finally gonna get their relationship together. Also the one about the scarf

Special thank you to @singerofsimplesongs for listening to me howl and screech about this damn thing.

Tagging some people that might be interested!

@neck-mole @watfordwallflower @carrybits @theflyingpeach @fight-surrender @shitty-posty-times @wisest-girl @slaying-fictional-dragons @gucciglitzy

#carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows #rainbow rowell #simon snow #snowbaz #baz pitch #Penelope Bunce #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #tyrannus basilton pitch #wayward son spoilers #meta #wayward son meta #carry on meta #this will end in flames #agatha wellbelove

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urlocalbunny · 4 years ago

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DISCLAIMER AND EDIT: I posted this before, I know, I know lmao but I didn't mean to lol. I just got out of the house meaning to proofread my requests and my other prompts and when I came back, it was to the notes and someone sent a lovely message explaining to me that I shouldn't use the term transexual and I was confused to why they'd tell me that when I knew it was transgender, then I realized the hc was posted and my autocorrector corrected it TWICE. On Raphael and Vlad if I'm correct. Please don't use that term, it's not right and I just left it so I could proofread and replace it. lol I'm really sorry if you thought I was dumb (esp the cutie who warned me, thank yooooo!) But I assure you I'm not and I know. I took the words off my keyboard right now ;(.

Hello, anonie! I'm so glad you entrusted me with this request and please, feel free to request anything else if you want, I'd like to hear you feel comfortable reading my hcs!

I know many trans people have many different things they like or don't like while they change like clothing, pronouns, the way people behave around them and so on, so I tried to put different situations, some casual, some dramatic (Beliath cofcof). Hope you enjoy it, I'm nervous :( I also didn't state you were dating, just maybe starting something because I'm not sure if all the readers would commit to a relationship without telling their partner they're trans first!

Aaron:

Aaron has a great snout. His guts were also very good indicators, but he couldn't quite decipher why you seemed so down. Of course, there are many things happening to you that shouldn't, but your sadness seemed focused on something else.

You did mind your condition tied to him, but something else made being a chalice pale in comparison. He noticed that you didn't like when people talked about some topics with you and you seemed very overwhelmed, so he tried to make people back off subtly. He was worried about you.

were you depressed? Are you sad because the house wasn't what you expected? Do you want them to leave this badly? Do you wish you chose somebody else? Little by little, he got more and more confused.

One day, he was sitting on the Parlor, wondering how he'd hide the mud stains on the floor. You walked closer and closer to him, he could feel the tingling. Your eyes, however, were shining with a little resentment and determination. You sat down and explained to him you didn't feel comfortable being addressed as the gender and name assigned to you at birth and asked if at least him from all people could treat you as who you actually were.

He blinked in shock after you said it in one go and panted, gears snapping on his head. The way you felt uncomfortable over the compliments in the party because they regarded your gender assigned at birth, how you furrowed your brows when they called your name, when he felt what was like to be you and suddenly, you felt like you weren't controlling your own life anymore.

He sniffed. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't notice." his arms tightened around you, lips kissing your temple and a hot tear sliding down his face. He could sometimes feel when you suffered quietly, and all he had to do was comprehend the signals, yet he failed you.

"The fact that I'll change doesn't matter to you?" "It does bother me that you're so surprised, and I don't know the name of the person I love, but if you tell me, we can kick it from there."

Your teary eyes and your happy nod made him give you a rare, genuine beam.

Raphael:

Raphael also could always sense your sadness and honestly, the first thing he thought was that he was the source, because every time you were with him, you felt gloomy and he could tell.

You never really felt comfortable when he called you Miss/Mister, and sometimes even your name felt bad to your ears and he knew it. He tried to talk to you then and ask you if you wanted him to call you something else, but your surprised reaction wasn't something he expected.

"What do you know?" "Apparently, nothing much, given that you seem like you're finding it hard to talk to me."

He got really sad but almost at the same time he regretted what he said. He felt like you'd think he was guilt tripping you. He tried to reach for you hand, but you beat him to it, sitting down and trying to find the words to say, but nothing came out but the raw truth.

"Raphael, I'm transgender."

He sputtered. "What do you mean? Hum-"

"I mean I don't identify myself with my gender assigned at birth."

"oh, that's what I was trying to recall." he got silent. Then he opened his mouth and closed it, "I do know you don't need my approval. But I want you to know I support you. I love you. My God, do you, perhaps, not like yourself?! Because if you don't, I-" his voice came out shocked in the last sentence, so you had to intervene before he got too aggravated.

"No, Raphael. That means I'll change and I didn't think- well, all of this would happen." He nodded.

"My chalice. I love you for who you are. Doesn't matter how much your appearance changes. You're already who you are in my eyes. I can do whatever you need."

You both smiled warmly at each other, hugging. This wasn't about acceptance or validation to you, but knowing you could finally come clean and stand your ground to the person you secretly liked was reassuring.

Beliath

Beliath always thought everything was breeze, flowers and champagne with your friends and a little more and bonded life to be honest. You were the apple of his eye, you were head over heels for him, what else there was to manage?

But things changed when Beliath tried to push you into a party attire, and you said- and he remembered well: "I don't like this types of clothes." When asked if you meant party attires and if you could elaborate so that Bel could bring you something of your liking, you really hesitated then said you'd figure something out, walking off with a mop on your step to the garden.

You were so excited to do the decor and bring the food in! What was the problem? He got nervous. Maybe he didn't actually know what you liked and that's why you felt so bad! He snapped his fingers after thinking with his one braincell. (Of course, I'm going to take a look at their clothes while they're not around!) (You're right, Beliath, you're a genius!)

Opening your wardrobe with the most dramatic arm swing he could manage without breaking the door, he furrowed his brows. They weren't exactly clothes a person of your gender normally would wear. He giggled, looking at your clothes with fondness and thinking to himself. "But they also don't like doing things their gender normally would, haha... They also seem to be annoyed when I use too much pronouns... They also hate being called a good girl/boy when I joke around after they did their share of the chores... Oh shit.

He crumpled your shirt on his hand, sitting on the bed like he has been thrown in it. His eyes zeroed on a tucked in cloth. A flag he'd seen before somewhere, then he remembered the meaning and sucked in a breath, realizing that you actually planned on starting fresh here. And maybe, just maybe, finding his friends and him here had been stopping you for some reason.

He didn't want to admit it, but even though there wasn't comparison, he felt pretty much like you did when he left his home. To start fresh. And he remembered the freedom, the hardships. This was your journey. He called you up. You ran through the stairs and found him sitting down, seemingly sad.

"Beliath?! What's... Oh. I- suppose we should talk."

You told him everything you wished to, he listened to you the whole time, a hand holding yours. He admired how much you didn't want to hide it and how strong and sure of yourself you looked. You didn't need his "yes", you just wanted his company. That was unimaginable for him.

"I'm going to treat you so right. I promise I'll be with you no matter what. You're so, so brave." He said, hands cradling your face. You giggled.

"So dramatic." "You know what's going to be dramatic? Your outfit! You didn't tell me you had these pants in here! Go put those on and come back!"

Vladimir:

It all began on the fateful night Vladimir decided to confess to you. He made it cute, tried to bring you to the garden and told you every single thing on you that made his heart swoon, but as soon as you said you loved him... You ran off. He didn't understand.

He didn't understand why you were so absent when he told you he loved you. You've been through so much together. You definitely said you loved him too, so what made you give up? Maybe he was too twisted for you. He decided to call you to apologise, but when you heard him, you scoffed.

"that's not the issue. I'm transgender. I don't know if you feel attraction towards my gender."

"I'm sorry, what?"

You proceeded to explain that you planned on transition and explained the hormones you had to take and your concerns about visiting a doctor now that your condition changed. He had a puzzled face this whole time, trying to understand why that stopped you both from dating.

"How does that change us? Do you... Do you not like men? If that's the case, I underst-" "No, you fool, I love you! I just didn't know if you're attracted to my gender."

"Oh." He leaned in, pressing a loving peck on your lips. "Is this enough for you?"

"Actually, maybe you'll have to do this again." He chuckled, kissing your whole face.

"Don't worry about a thing. I'm sure you're strong enough to keep going, and I'll be lenient to help. I love you."

Ethan:

The first time Ethan tried to talk to you about your weird behavior, it was because he was done. Sick and tired. He wanted to smooch you, and suddenly you were all grumpy. What was it? Didn't you like him? What the hell? >:(

You just avoided him. >:( What was it that you didn't want to say? >:( He got the angry trembling going on. One day, however, you said you wanted to talk and share something with him. There you were, sitting, looking (and smelling) good on the bench. >:( Now you want to be chatty, huh? He was going to give you a piece of his madly in love mind!

"Now you want to talk, is that it?" You blinked once. "That's why I called you. Sit here." "Why do you sound like a mom?" "Shut up." You said casually, lifting your legs and looking at your toenails. "Listen to me. I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now but I'm not sure we can continue kissing like that." His eyes widened.

"Dumbass, you said you like me!" He was livid. Oh, but if you love him, you were going to freaking marry date him, how can you love somebody and not want anything serious with them?

"You're the fool here!" You giggled, but made a serious face after. "I'm actually transgender, Ethan. And since I'm not sure about your sexuality or if you're attracted to my gender at all, I think we could use some clarification. That's all. Doesn't mean I don't like you anymore. I came here with the intention of going through transition right away but I died in the process."

"oh. That's fucked up." "That's all you have to say?" "That's all you had to say? That's good for you and you make me very proud, I love you and I'd never let you do this alone when I'm your partner, you should've told me as soon as we bound so I could treat you how you wanted, and all that jazz. Now let's please make out because I miss you."

"You said you loved me?!"

"Ew, get over yourself. Also, that surprised face of yours looks like a fish. That's weird."

Ivan:

As soon as you warmed up to him, he hung out on your room and you'd play with your gameboy. On his birthday, you bought him a smartphone to kick it up a notch and he wanted to use it right away, so you both decided to play a co-op game, each with their own phones. You chose the character with your gender and customized them to look like you, but Ivan frowned at that.

"This is going to be confusing when we get to public servers..."

"Nah, I want the character to have my gender and nothing is going to stop me," you joked, then sucked in a breath, giggling at your forgetfulness. "Fuck, I didn't tell you jackshit, did I"

"You're trans?" He squeaked out, jumping to stay on all fours, making the mattress jiggle.

"Well- ye-yes. I'm going through transition... Why? Do you have anything against this?"

"Don't be silly, of course not!" He pulled your hands to sit you up. "Why didn't you tell me we should be aware of your pronouns? What about your clothes? Do you like dressing like your actual gender or are you happy dressing as the one you were assigned to? And your hair? How are we going to style it?"

"We?" "We're friends, right? And um- a little more, but I'm going to support you through your transition! I think I- I stopped you from trying to pursue your dream of starting it over and that's my fault. We're tied, so we're together on this, no backsies. Umm... So... How do we play?

"I can work with that."

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers headcanons #bunny's writing #moonlight lovers fanfiction #ml aaron #ml beliath #ml ethan #ml raphael #ml vladimir #ml ivan #request #sfwbunny

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navek15 · 4 years ago

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So in-between writing fanfiction, working on my novel, work, the upcoming online semester, keeping the house clean, and getting my ass repeating handed to me in Dark Souls: Remastered and Dark Souls III, my increasing disdain for how terrible, unimaginative, and terribly imaginative some ‘fans’ of particular properties can be. And it’s not just from one particular instance, it’s from several occurrences over the years.

Yesterday, I was watching Maj0r Lee’s video reaction to terrible reviews of Final Fantasy 7: Remake. Side note, I’ve respected ML for not being afraid to speak his mind, no matter how much it goes against the nerd fan hivemind. And one thing that quickly got on his and my nerves about the reviews was how repetitive they were.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR-1NTCwLr8

“Tetsuya Nomura pulled a Kingdom Hearts and ruined the great story of the original FF7.”

“Nomura and friends turned FF7 into Kingdom Hearts-tier garbage.”

“I was going to give FF7: Remake a ten out of ten until that terribly ending turned it into a zero.”

Tetsuya Nomura this, Kingdom Hearts that, something something the original story was basically the bible. The same points repeated over and over again. It’s like listening to all the same complaints about the Last Jedi. I’d probably take those complaints seriously if it didn’t feel like the same arguments were being copy-pasted over and over because that generates more clicks on YouTube.

If I sound a bit salty, it might be because my favorite video game franchise (BTW, I would never say KH is flawless) is being used as a go-to example of bad writing. This must be how the Call of Duty fans feel all the time.

But there was one particular ‘review’ that pissed me off to no end;

“The more and more I think about it, I feel like Nomura and co. have little to no respect for the fans that have given their work this love, and perhaps even harbour some contempt for them wanting to to see their childhood imagination and memories of the story realised as they deserve to be.

There is a certain arrogance to twisting this world and story to their own whim, as if to say that “this is our world, our characters, what you fans think means nothing to us, we can do what we want with them and you can get fucked if you disagree”.”

You know what this reminds me of? Those laughable Anti-Horikoshi blogs that use the trans flag as their background to supposedly ‘protect’ the female characters of My Hero Academia from their ‘disgusting’ creator. Those lunatics that posted themselves burning their copies of Tokyo Ghoul because the main character banged his female love interest and called Ishida a homophobe. Or the the worst episode of South Park where Trey Parker and Matt Stone showed their disapproval of Kingdom of the Crystal Skull by having Indy getting horrifically sodomized by George Lucas and Steven Spielburg.

This might be hard for some idiots to understand, so let me spell it out for you; YOU DO NOT OWN A STORY OR CHARACTERS JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE A “FAN”!

In the end, writers have their own ideas for how storylines, character progression, and character relationships will turn out. If all creators ever did was pander to the fickle desires of the most rabid ‘fans’, all media would be nothing but self-referential bullshit. Hell, we already example how bad this would be. It’s called ‘How the Last Jedi should’ve ended!’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCB8DUGpYQQ

While this video was clearly made to take the piss out of TLJ, it ironically demonstrates my fucking point! This is also why I am 100% certain that we’re never getting a Dark Souls/Bloodborne movie or tv show. Because any interpretation or story that dares to go against the most poorly thought out fan theories will get ripped apart by absolute lunatics with nothing better to do with their time.

And another thing, can we stop treating stories like they’re fucking scripture?! There’s a reason that the ‘Stations of the Canon’ trope is derided by many authors. I can probably name all the Naruto fanfics that aren’t just the same as the original story just with slightly altered dialogue and everyone wearing slightly-different clothing. And I was guilty of this too, until I realized how much more fun it was to go completely off the rails.

Not the mention that this kind of thinking leads to people holding stories to such a ridiculous degree that any sequel or retelling that fails to live up to those unreasonable expectations will get treated like a personal attack and a dumpster fire not even worthy to roast expired marshmallows over.

I’m not saying you should never criticize a story, game or comic for its actual flaws, but don’t try to make it into a sob story like ‘How dare the creator or owners of this story like go about it what they think is the best! These guys are worse than HITLER!’ Hate to break to ya, but no ones goes into a story or long-running franchise to purposely piss off the fans. They’re doing it because they got a story to tell...or to make money. Or both.

And try to come up with your own critiques instead of just copy and pasting the same arguments over and over again.

“Fairy Tail is terrible because all the girls have big tits and skimpy outfits.”

“I’ve heard all that before. Do you have any other complaints?”

“No, but that’s what everyone else is whining about.”

“Well then, piss off and come back when you actually form your own goddamn opinion.”

And I’m not saying that if your problem if a story is the same as someone else’s, then it's invalid. But at least try to say it in a way that doesn’t come across as just copying what the guy before ya said.

One last ramble before I go back to writing and getting attacked by video game monsters; can we stop with all the hyperbole? There are only so many times I can hear the phrase, “This is the worst thing ever” before it loses all meaning. Yes, I’m sure the newest Call of Duty game is worse than Santa Claus Saves the World. That the newest Star Wars movie is worse than A Serbian Film. Or that Black Clover is worse than Eiken.

And that argument is especially soured when the phrase ‘raped my childhood’ eventually rears its ugly head. It was outdated and terribly tasteless when Doug Walker reviewed Batman and Robin, and it’s gotten more disgusting and childish as a phrase over time.

Anyway, that’s my delusional rambling done for the day. Hope you all are safe and comfortable. Have a nice day!

#fandumb #dark souls #dark souls III #my hero academia #tokyo ghoul #star wars: the last jedi #south park #fairy tail #comics #anime #video games #rant

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feeling--pink · 5 years ago

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Are y’all ever just reading a fanfiction and then you want to draw something from said fanfiction but then the characters are aged up in the fanfic so you have to design their age ups?? Yeah me too.

Okay okay okay but I have explanations for like 90% of my choices but I didn't want to take up any more space on your dash so those are under the cut if your interested!! :D

By the way it took me an entire day and then some to make these, can you believe that?

I don’t know why I’m asking it’s true

Onto the actual thing!!!!

Right off the bat they ALL have friendship bracelets because they're all friends!!

Those who weren't at the sleepover got their’s at some point

idk it’s important to me that they're all friends :(

Also fun fact I totally unintentionally drew almost all of these to scale

And by that I mean when I hold them up to one another, the people I think of as shorter are actually shorter!! It’s very interesting

Well at least to me

I think there’s a better word than scale but I can’t think of one so therefore I'm just going to keep using it!

More on that in the individual ones

Huey

Look I’m soft for the idea of Huey in a sweater vest

Also he stole this look directly from Webby

Except for the skirt

Because “Skirts are for special occasions” -Huey Duck, at some point

Am I implying that Huey would wear a skirt?

Yes. Yes I am.

I hope y’all read that in Phineas’s voice

Speaking of Phineas, what if I do another crossover thing??

Okay that’s off topic I’ll move on

Older Sibling Culture is being shorter than your younger siblings (I would know)

So naturally Huey’s the shortest of the Duck triplets haha

Dewey

Also known as Dewey “My hair poof technically makes me taller than you” Duck

But on his own he’s the tallest Duck triplet if I’m following my scale

Which I am!!

I don’t have much to say here I like the idea that he has the jacket tied around his waist

Plus it has ✨Pockets✨

What’s in there?? It’s a ~mystery~

Nah it’s just a granola bar

Oh yeah and I wasn’t feeling the vibrant blue that's on his shirt for his younger self

So I made his jacket a more navy blue instead

I meant to give him like converse or something too but then I forgot-

Louie

I found this outfit on an outfit meme!!

I thought it was cool and had no ideas for Louie so he got this one

Louie needs an interphase of business casual before y’all give him a suit jacket as an adult, this is my compromise!!

Also I see y’all with giving older Louie Scrooge’s check tufts

I’m not immune to propaganda, so he gets a little fluff there for now!!

hahaha propaganda I know I could word that better but it’s funny

Also before you ask I don’t know what his pose is either

I don't choose the pose they just come out that way

Webby

Not gonna lie shes kinda wearing my dream outfit

I don’t know what to tell y’all suspenders and skirts are my favorite things on the planet

Not that I have any suspenders (sigh)

Also I like the idea of long hair Webby!!

I’ll draw her and Violet with their hair down eventually :P

Oh yeah she’s a little off scale

By that I mean 13 year old Webby is a little too short

Sigh, what can you do?

She’s also taller than Huey by the way hehe

But she’s shorter than Louie so she’s still short

Lena

My goal was plain and simple: Make Lena look like a Giant Lesbian

I hope I succeeded!!

I don’t know how much more Lesbian I can go since I already have a hawaiian style shirt, cuffed jeans, and stompy boots

Also she gets one more hair wave to show that Time Has Passed

I have said this before but there no WAY Lena doesn’t draw and paint and stuff I get way too many vibes

So she gets a paint splatter thing on her jeans :)

I was just going to keep the pink hair originally but then I realized I didn’t have enough of that nice turquoise

So I put it in her hair

You can still see a little bit of pink though!!

Therefore her hair makes up half of a trans flag

Do what you will with that

She’s the second tallest but that’s only because she’s older

It’s Dewey’s personal goal to grow taller than her as fast as humanly (duckly??) possible

Yeah she’s actually pretty short by standard though

Speaking of age,

I KNOW the rest jump up in age by three (3) years

But writing that Lena would technically be 18 was cursed so we’re going to pretend the birthdays work out so she’s still 17

Can I check if the birthdays actually work out? Of course. Am I going to? No I’m busy drawing and making terrible jokes.

Boyd

Wait a second

We’ve established that Huey is coming for Webby’s style

Now Boyd has an oversized sweater over a dress shirt.......

Boyd is coming for Lena’s style :0

Oh and he kinda looks like Blathers too

I guess you could say he’s hitting two birds with one stone :DD

(Please laugh I tried so hard with that joke)

Another dream outfit tbh

Listen I just want to look like a giant nerd

That’s off topic again

Boyd is the actual shortest of the group!!

But not by a lot

Huey says Boyd doesn't count because he’s younger

Speaking of age (part 2)

Technically speaking Boyd isn’t 14 years old

What I really mean by that is that he appears to be 14 years old

I don't know, robot logic

Violet

I had no plans so I just went for Librarian vibes

I know that the way Violet’s outfit in the show is presented so that the colors match up with the colors on a Violet Sabrewing hummingbird

But I really didn’t want to make her skirt black so heck that

She’s also officially the tallest of the group!!

Dewey also wants to overtake her in height (but he won't hehe)

I just get tall vibes from her I don't know what to tell y'all

Gosalyn

This is my second time ever drawing Gosalyn and my first time on paper

So that’s fun

Anyways, gave our girl the bisexual haircut

And I didn’t give Lena any flannel so we carried that over to Gosalyn

Also converse just cause

She’s in-between Louie and Dewey for height by the way!

As for the regular outfit

On the poster I can't really see how the neckline works for her jacket so I just make it look like a letterman jacket

I thought about making it a hoodie but I already gave her older self a hoodie so I didn’t :P

Ugh what a terrible note to leave this on but I don't have anything else for her

That’s it!! Hope some of you found it interesting or something!!

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grouptalekindnesssoulstories · 5 years ago

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You can’t be my soulmate!

So, I kinda got a sugar rush when I was watching a tiktok compilation on youtube. And the idea of the first words but with multiple people popped in my head. So I decided to do a lil snippet. I may still have too much in my system but eehhhhhhh just makes my brain go zoom!

Warnings: Misgendering, manipulation, a mention of homophobia, mention of disownment

What are you laughing at hot topic? haunted each day that Virgil didn’t find his soulmate.

I love the new outfit caused Roman to switch up his attire everyday he could, but being a well-known actor made that a common sentence. Not a very common first sentence luckily.

Thanks, why wear those gloves? shamed Ethan every time they removed the aforementioned gloves.

___

I fiddled with my newest piercing, the third on my ears. I had gotten it less than two months ago, which had gotten dirty looks from my parents when i saw them. They had disowned me several years prior after learning I was gay, and trans. With a shit-eating grin, I flipped them a double bird. After they turned away in horror, I mounted my motorcycle and roared down the streets. I parked it behind the restaurant I worked at, locking it up on a special pole my brother had installed when I got hired.

“Reeem. Seen our parents lately?” I called as I shoved open the back door. He poked his head back, tilting his sunglasses down as I removed my patchwork hoodie.

“What parents. All you’ve got is me, babes. But, yes. I saw the people who birthed us a few days ago. I assume you ran across them and they disapproved?”

“Of what? My top surgery, new piercing? Answer to that one is all of it” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and waved to one of his partners, Remus. I tapped my ear after tying on an apron. He pulled out his ear so I could see the blue pin in it. I shot a thumbs-up as I straightened my posture to wait on my first table. The first few hours passed in a blur of people I didn’t care to make note of.

“Excuse me, sir. I believe we have a reservation?” A weedy man flagged me down. I raised an eyebrow as I checked the schedule.

“Only one, and that’s for R. Roy. One sec-” I turned around and shouted over my shoulder “Re? What time was the reservation coming in?”

“That’s for m-”

“Uh, 3 o’clock or so” Remus surfaced, cutting off the man.

“I’m afraid I’m here on Mr. Roy’s beh-” The man tried again, this time I cut him off.

“That was twenty minutes ago. And where did Brit go? They were supposed to be doing this”

“EXCUSE ME. I AM HERE TO MAKE SURE MR. ROY’S TABLE IS READY” The man practically screamed, cutting off our conversation.

“Ah, I’m afraid he’ll have to come himself. We only answer to our customers” Re cut in, smiling wide.

“You and I both know that isn’t true you idiot” An almost-familiar voice accompanied the man himself.

“RoRo!” My sibling-in-law immediately brightened, scooping the smaller man into a hug. I chuckled behind one hand as the man made breathless protests. When he was at last released, my laughter got louder because it was the Roman Roy, and his appearance was all mused up now.

“I’m so sorry sir! I’ll go get your backup right now!” The assistant started to buzz nervously around the famous man, reminding me of a fly.

“No, no. I’ll be fine. This is a family place, so it’s not a big deal if I look a little messed up” He soothed, waving the man out the door. My laughter had not ceased by the time he had turned his attention to me.

“What are you laughing at hot topic?” I clasped my wrist as the words tattooed across it flared with heat. I shoved the discomfort down, offering my hand.

“Only your fly-like assistant. I’m Virgil Maelstrom. I’m the younger brother of that idiot’s partner. Or one of them at least” Mr Roy took my hand, shaking it briskly before following Remus to the table near the counter. I pulled down my sleeve to see a name written under my words. Roman. I was soulmates with ROMAN ROY the singer! How did I end up with him. Emile caught me staring numbly as new words appeared beneath the original ones.

“So. Finally met your soulmate?” They asked, a soft smile gracing their features. The smile that had caused my crush all those years ago. I had long grown out of it, but it still held power for their partners and me.

“One of them I guess. It’s Roman Roy” I whispered the last part, showing them my arm. They hummed thoughtfully, messaging their own wrist. Rem had told me about his own experiences all those years ago, but to actually experience it was insane.

“Well, why don’t you go tell him?”

“I...can’t. He didn’t react to me saying anything. It was like I was just another person, y’know?”

“Well, as your sibling-in-law, I say we’re gonna tell him. C’mon” They pulled me after them. I tried to make excuses, but the doctor was in full help mode. There would be no stopping them.

“Uh, what’s up honey?” Re asked, looking confused at the determined march.

“Roman. Good to see you. I found you a soulmate” They yanked me forward as they spoke, lighting up in pride.

“Look, I’m sorry. They’re just re-” I started babbling, reaching my exposed arm up, forgetting it was free for anyone to read.

“That’s my name” A soft voice interrupted me. Then a whoop from Re shattered the shock.

“Lil’ bro! Look at that, two siblings, two chance meetings in this restaurant!”

“What did you say your name was-ow!” He cried out as words burned into his arm. Only your fly-like assistant -Virgil appeared beneath another set of words.

“I- Virgil. I’m Virgil Maelstrom. And it looks like we have another soulmate” He scooted over, nodding for me to sit by him. I took it hesitatingly, watching as his hands started moving as Remus drew him back into a conversation. The shop was closed as Roman ate, and paid for the rest of us to join him. I buzzed nervously, playing my my earring once more. It wasn’t until we were cleaning up when Roman approached me.

“So. Uh. Virgil? Would you. Would you w-. Wouldyoubemyboyfriend?” He stammered, so at odds with how he was when in the public eye. I nodded mutely, and he swept me into a hug.

~Elsewhere, A few months later?~

My hands shook as I reached for the top shelf. I wobbled, leaning heavily on my cane. I snarled, planting my cane firmly and stretching for the stuff I had put up there.

“Sir, do you need help?” A woman approached me. I nodded, and she got it down easily.

“Thank you mx-”

“Oh, no. It’s Mrs. Smith. Have a good day sir!” She pranced off, ignoring my protest that I was not a ‘sir’. The fire that had scarred me burned away my gender too. I hoisted the bag onto my good shoulder and walked the opposite way. I did not look forward to returning to the place I was forced to call ‘home’.

“I’m home” I called, opening the door slowly. My girlfriend ran around the corner, beaming.

“Sweetie! I missed you so much! I was gonna be so sad if you hadn’t gotten back so soon!” She nearly yelled, her face dropping slightly at the thought.

“No, I wouldn’t. You know I try to be home as soon as I can” I offered a soothing smile. She took my cane and dragged me after her. She ignored my winces, her face screwed up so she couldn’t see. I kept as quiet as I could until the tv concert of Double R. I beamed as he sung, his current outfit looking so much better on him than the previous. When it had finished, my girlfriend was fast asleep on the opposite side of the couch. On a complete whim, I stood up and limped to the door. Taking my cane, I set out on a walk.

~~~~

“Ro, be careful. You’re easily recognizable” Virgil begged as I stepped outside.

“Don’t worry my storm cloud. I promise to not draw unnecessary attention-” He snorted so I revised my statement with a glare “-I promise not to draw any attention to myself. I’ll be back soon”

“Whatever. I’ll have my phone on me, so call if you get in trouble” He closed the door behind him. We had been dating for a few months, and they’d been the best (and safest, but don’t tell Virgil that) of my life. I couldn’t wait to meet the third member of our soulmate bond though. I drew the hood of my sweatshirt, borrowed from Virge, up over my head. I wandered aimlessly for a while before deciding to get some milkshakes before heading back. I bumped into someone as I was putting in my earbuds.

“Oh my gosh, are you ok?!” I asked them, and they waved me off.

“Yea whatever” They mumbled to the ground. I offered them a hand up. They took it and when meeting my eyes, just stared.

“I love the new outfit!” They finally blurted out. I let out a yelp as my arm suddenly got warm.

“Thanks! I uh, I think you should know that you may be my second soulmate?” I said, drawing back my sleeve to show them my first message. Just like when Virgil’s message had finally appeared on my arm, there was a name there now. Blocky letters spelled out: Ethan.

“I...yea. That’s my name. I’m Ethan! Ethan Snips. They/them please” they spoke hurriedly. I nodded, sweeping them up into a hug.

“C’mon! You’ve gotta meet your other soulmate now” I smiled as they stared in disbelief when my own first sentence to them appeared with my name.

___

I was soulmates with Roman. Roy! And there was a third person. I obviously needed to meet them as I had their message left. But I had two soulmates and one of them is famous!

“Wait I- nevermind. Please, just take me to meet them” I smiled, limping after him as quickly as possible. He bought three milkshakes, which he rudely refused to give me mine until we got back. We were near his trailer when I heard her.

“She doesn’t sound happy” Roman turned nervously towards the sound.

“No, she isn’t. Hurry, please” I nearly shoved him in my haste to get away.

“Bad?” He asked, meeting my eyes. I noticed he didn’t even seem to register my scars

“Very bad” I nodded, raising a hand up towards my blind eye as if it would keep her from coming.

“HELP! SECURITY!” He screamed at the top of his lungs before scooping me up and running. I yelped, clinging to my cane and the arm wrapped around my chest.

“Princey, you idiot, what did you do!” A dark haired man appeared, one hand already on his hip.

“Reeescued someone?” Roman smiled charmingly.

“You idiot. He’s pretty, so I can see why you wanted to be knight in shining armor”

“No, you’re prettier. Handsome! Like the moon” I mumbled dazed.

“Thanks, why wear those gloves?” I saw his frazzled gaze on my threadbare gloves. I clapped one hand to my arm where warmth radiated suddenly. I raised my cane in answer.

“This is Ethan! Our second soulmate! Uh, they/them. I need to explain to the head of security why I uh...just screamed. Have fun!” Roman dashed out the door.

“I’m Virgil. I’m assuming that was your mark suddenly warm, so my name should be under it” He sat a few feet away, playing with a small ball. I checked, and that was true. He didn’t move any closer or try to continue the conversation. It seemed like his question was more of a defense mechanism than him actually asking.

“Virgil?”

“Hm? What’s up?” He looked up.

“What’s your family like?” There was a small chuckle as he picked up the ball and started tossing it between his hands.

“Well, I’m assuming you don’t want to hear about my parents. They disowned me a few years back. My older brother Remy basically raised me anyways. He married Ro’s older sibling, and Dr. Picani. I work at the restaurant they own. I met Ro a few months back when he came in, and we started dating”

“Oh.” I traced the end of my shoe in thought.

“Here. A secret for a secret? I’ll you something most people don’t know about me for something about you?”

“Uh, sure. My middle name is Daniel”

“Ohhhh that’s kinda sweet! Well, I’m trans”

“Huh. And once again society has made equal exchange impossible”

“Ah! I see we have a philosopher” Roman came back in, kicking off his shoes and handing out replacement milkshakes.

“Yea. it happened aft-After a certain`”

“You don’t have to tell us if you’re not ready. We have time” Virgil interrupted me.

“No. No, I want it in the open. I was caught in a fire, which caused serious damage to most of my left side, and my hands” I pulled off my gloves, showing the scars that across them. Virgil reached over, offering a hand in invitation. I shook my head and he withdrew it without comment. I already felt safer with these two than I had with anyone else.

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic roman #sympathetic virgil #manipulation #prinxieceit

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shadowthrone-ammanas · 5 years ago

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i dare you to write a drabble involving the Awful Pride Outfit

Thank you for the request! Happy super-duper early pride month everybody!

Pride Outfit

Hat Kid had first noticed it in the Metro, people carrying around little multi-coloured striped flags or pins. She’d seen such things a few times before but now suddenly there were a lot more of them. At the same time, the owls and penguins at Dead Bird Studio started carrying around such things too. They weren’t random colours either, lots of the patterns she saw were the same, the most common being a rainbow. They had to mean something, right?

“They’re pride flags,” Mu explained when Hat Kid finally asked during one of their hangout sessions on Hat Kid’s ship, playing video games. She had one too; a bracelet with rainbow colours. “It’s officially pride month so everyone’s wearing them now either to show support or to show their sexuality and stuff.”

“What’s pride month?”

“Hmmm… I guess you’re an alien so you don’t know,” Mu paused the game, turning her head to look at Hat Kid. “Basically, a long time ago people were assholes and oppressed anyone who was lesbian, gay, bi, trans, etcetera; you know, people who were different from what was considered ‘the norm’. So people started pride month as like a protest to that. These days it’s mostly about celebrating that that’s not a thing anymore.”

That was a perfectly valid reason to celebrate but… “Why would anyone ever care about that kind of stuff to begin with?” Hat Kid had never once encountered anyone who cared about that kind of thing on any of the planets she’d visited. She never would’ve thought anyone would care, let alone be mean about it. And apparently there’d been enough of them to oppress an entire group of people, how was that a thing?

Mu shrugged. “I don’t know. Not even the Mafia care about that kind of thing and they’re the worst. So, I don’t understand either, it’s literally the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“Well uh… can you tell me what all the different colour patterns mean then?” Hat Kid wanted in on this whole pride month thing mostly because she liked the colours but also celebrations were fun, especially when the cause being celebrated was a good one.

Mu groaned. “There are like a million of them. But fine, I can teach you the most common ones I guess.”

Hat Kid wasn’t sure what pride flags would represent her. She was still just a kid and it wasn’t something she’d ever thought about before, she’d been focused on much more important things such as learning how to fly a spaceship. So instead, she went for a hodge-podge of as many different pride flags as she could fit on a single outfit. It was more fun that way anyway.

She made it herself, using the sewing machine aboard the ship, using the most vibrant fabric she could possibly find. She of course also had to have hair to match; she made a whole new magic paintbrush to make her hair bright neon rainbow coloured. She made a whole new top hat too, two different flag colours on each half, the strip larger than normal to display a third set of colours. She even painted her shoes which would eventually rub off but whatever. And then to top it all off she put all the pride pins she’d found at one of the stores in the Metro onto the hat and a few on the cape, making it even more colourful.

She hopped in front of the mirror to look at herself. All the deep vibrant and neon colours made the outfit even more obnoxious that the outfit she’d dubbed ‘the Obnoxious’. She loved it. She simply had to show it to all her friends.

She went in search of Mu first and found her in the break room of Cooking Cat’s studio. She stood up as Hat Kid walked in.

“What the peck are you wearing?” she asked before Hat Kid could say ‘hi’.

“My pride outfit, you like it?” Hat Kid did a little twirl. “I made it myself.”

“No kidding since no one in their right mind would make such a thing. It looks like a pecking colour wheel threw up on you. It’s hideous. If you’re planning on wearing that to the pride parade, I’m not going with you anymore because I prefer it when my eyes aren’t bleeding.”

Hat Kid giggled. She’d expected such a reaction. Dressing tacky and obnoxious was fun in part because of such reactions. But also, she was just weird and liked such things, peck anyone who wanted to judge her for it.

The door behind her opened again and in came Cooking Cat. Naturally her eyes locked onto Hat Kid. “Oh my goodness dear, what are you wearing?” She sounded a bit concerned.

“It’s my pride outfit. I made it all by myself. You like it?” Hat Kid did another twirl to make sure Cooking Cat saw all the colours on the cape too.

“It’s uh… lovely,” she forced out with a smile.

Mu scoffed. “Don’t lie, it’s supposed to be hideous. She wants to give everyone who looks at her a headache.”

“It’s not meant to hideous. It’s meant to have as many different pride colours on it as possible because I want to support everybody and because more colours equals more fun.”

“And that is a noble goal,” Cooking Cat said, patting her on the shoulder. “You do you hon, okay? And don’t you be mean to her about it Mu, let her do her thing.”

Mu scoffed again but otherwise didn’t reply.

“I’m going to go show all my other friends now too. So see you guys later.” Hat Kid gave them a smile and a little wave before leaving. She couldn’t wait to see how everyone else would react to it. And she was totally going to wear it to the pride parade three days from now, it’s what she’d made it for after all. Really when Mu had told her about the parade, she should’ve expected Hat Kid to do something like this, it was her own fault she hadn’t.

For this request event.

#My Writing #ahit #A hat in time #pride month #Hat Kid & Mustache Girl #Background Mama Cooking Cat

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anarkhebringer · 5 years ago

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you have claude and dimitri dating in your modern au right

I do, yes. And since it was brought up, I will now proceed to give a novel’s worth of random info about them, just in case. If it isn’t what you came for, feel free to proceed onwards now, fair anon. And when I say novel length, I mean you’re gonna have to scroll A LOT. This is VERY LONG.

- They got together during their time at the Officers Academy, so they’ve been dating for over five years.

- Happily in love, they are. They were each other’s first for… pretty much everything. First real and serious relationship, first kiss (in Dimitri’s case), first time saying “I love you” to someone, first time uh… doing that… and they’ll be each other’s last for all of it, too.

- They both have a lot of darkness in them, but they’ve helped each other heal and grow stronger as time goes on. Dimitri won’t ever be as stable and functional in society as everyone else due to his traumas and what he experiences every day in his head, but with Claude’s guidance, he’s much better than he would’ve been if he had denied Claude and refused to allow him to bring Dimitri back to his house to clean him up and give him a place to stay on the day of their reunion after five years apart.

- A little extra on the end of that previous bit, that Claude had fully prepared to bring Dimitri back with him, which is why he had bought a house with four bedrooms way before they even reunited. He had planned it all along, whether Dimitri went with him as easily as expected or not. They made an oath to reunite and stay together until the end of their days once they saw each other again, and by every deity to ever exist was Claude going to make sure that was going to happen, no matter what stood in his way. Even if what stood in his way was Dimitri himself. But fortunately, Dimitri was finally able to be talked into coming back home with him, and he was making quick strides because he was finally with Claude again.

- They’ve had their rough spots, but they know each other well enough and love each other enough that there haven’t been any big fights between them yet. There have been some small back-and-forths, but they always cut it short to calm down before it escalates, so even that is super rare for them. Plus the four bedroom thing is for them both to have their own personal bedrooms alongside the shared one they have, so if they want some privacy, they can have it. That’s been a big help for them to keep their relationship going so steady and well for so long.

- Claude is the only one of the two to remember his (and everyone else’s) past lives, and thanks to the circumstances that allowed that to even be possible, he shares some of Dimitri’s traits. He’s like if past Claude and Dimitri’s personalities fused together and the product of that became a sentient being that took on Claude’s appearance. Dimitri has a few Claude traits too, but they’re very minor in comparison to how many traits Claude has of Dimitri. The most important traits Claude picked up in this life are the way he thinks, and what exactly the darkness in his head manifests as. He has constant violent intrusive thoughts, and is always haunted by hundreds upon hundreds of voices that scream out at him in hatred, regret, and agony.

- Claude willingly took that part of the darkness on, since he promised Dimitri in their past life that he would help him shoulder any burdens that may dare to follow him into the next life. To this day he has no regrets of making that promise so long ago. He would sooner be engulfed in the hottest of hellfire than make Dimitri go through all of this by himself. He’s been in pain with no one to turn to for too long, and Claude has sworn to ease his pains in any way possible.

- They share so many likes, dislikes, loves, and hatreds that they feel the most open and comfortable talking with each other. Felix and Lukas are both runner-ups for Claude in terms of that, but Dimitri has always understood him the best. Partly because they technically share a mind, but that’s not always why. Far from. These two can lazily converse for hours on end with each other, talking about topics ranging from media they enjoy, to training techniques, to dancing, even to just how the clouds in the sky looked particularly pretty at around 3:35 in the afternoon that day. They both love hearing what the other has to say. And having so much alike, but different at the same time, gives countless topics of conversation for them.

- Both are bi, and Claude is also helping Dimitri out involving exploration of his identity further after he confessed to Claude that he doesn’t really fully feel like a man. After some questioning and talking through stuff, Dimitri revealed wishing to explore the genderfluid identity to see if it fits him, and so far he feels it fits him wonderfully. Whenever Dimitri asks Claude to address him in a feminine manner, it’s done with no hesitation or difficulty, and that always makes Dimitri feel really good and happy that he’s not judged or anything. Even when wishing to be addressed in a feminine manner, he still usually prefers he/him pronouns unless Claude mentions it in terms of “this is my girlfriend” or something along those lines. There are some times where Dimitri prefers she/her pronouns to be used, and that also is done with no hesitation or difficulty. Dimitri likes the nickname ‘Dori’ Claude picked out for him during the times of being addressed femininely, since the usual nickname Claude has for him is ‘Dimi’, which is also super short and to the point. Dimitri picked out a temporary full name of Diamond until he found something he liked better and decides to stick with, and Claude went along with that happily.

- Dimitri sometimes asks to join Claude when he heads out with Hilda and Dorothea to go shopping and stuff, and he always comes back with at least one cute clothing item to fill his wardrobe with to try and balance out the masculine clothes he owns with feminine stuff too. He has a few dresses, which made Claude stop and stare when they were worn the first time because he thought Dimitri looked so pretty in them.

- There was also one time that Dimitri wanted some… private wear, shall we say. He went to ask Claude about it of course, but being the flustered person he is over anything that could even be hinted at intimate when not in an intimate moment, he was stuttering and completely red in the face before he even started the sentence to try and ask.

“Claude, I was wanting to know if… i-if you would help me uh… find…”

“Find what, Dimi?”

“Find… hhhhhhh…”

“Take your time, Dimi.”

“F-FRILLY PRIVATE UNDERGARMENTS???”

“…You mean lingerie?”

“…Yes…”

Of course Dimitri got the lingerie he wanted, and he definitely enjoyed how much Claude enjoyed it, too. It was easy for Claude to find it, since the site he ordered his own off of has stuff for people with Dimitri’s type of body, too. And since there was a special kind that had pride flags as a color option, Claude got them both bi flag versions, and got himself a trans flag version, and Dimitri a genderfluid flag version too.

- They’re both super protective of each other and how others treat them in terms of their identities.

- They’re both the kind that can do both and rock it in terms of outfits. You’ll sometimes see them both in suits, other times you’ll see them in gowns. Just depends on what they both wanna do.

- Claude doesn’t want to have any surgeries, and isn’t on T either, and he’s fully supported. As a plus, he gets super happy when he cuddles Dimitri close during particularly hard times, and Dimitri situates to use his chest as a pillow since it’s big enough for that. It never fails to make Claude smile when he sees how much more comfortable and at peace Dimitri is when he has his head there, and is able to ground himself easier with the steady sound of Claude’s heartbeat.

- There was a single time Claude tried binding, and that was back at the Officer’s Academy. He and Dimitri had been in Claude’s room, and Dimitri had been letting his hands wander a bit as they were kissing, and one had snaked its way under Claude’s shirt. Needless to say Dimitri fell into a panic because he worried he pushed forward way too suddenly without asking because he’d never seen Claude wear a binder before, even though Claude was only thrown off by how worried it made Dimitri. After that, he never did it again and just went back to wearing bras all the time. He didn’t really like how binding felt anyway, so he planned to not do it again as is. That situation just made it more sure that he was gonna never do it again and to hurry up and take the damned thing off soon so he could put his bra back on.

- These two have no plans to get married, since there’s a lot of money, stress, and tradition tied in with all that, and those are things they want no part of if they don’t have to be. Plus they know they don’t have to be married for their love to be valid and legitimate. They can grow old together without being married, and won’t ever care about people thinking that marriage is what makes it what it is. Though if there were a way they could be privately married without all that involved without having to travel a lot to find someone who does weddings like that, they would have been married a long time ago.

This is where I’ll stop, so thank you if you read this far! Also…

Trans and genderfluid rights, like, freakin’ rule, y’all.

#asks #anonymous #Fire Emblem AU #FE Modern AU #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Claude von Riegan #FE3H Claude #Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd #FE3H Dimitri #Claumitri #DimiClaude #Claude X Dimitri #AU info

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tonotbelionized · 5 years ago

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Volume 7, Episode One: The Greatest Kingdom

So, I’m gonna be doing something that I haven’t done before and make some reviews on each episode of Volume 7. After watching this first episode, I have many feelings towards it.

Under the Read More because spoilers!

I’m gonna start positive on this review before getting into the negatives, because there were actually a lot I liked about this episode.

First, the colours and animation. CRWBY have been getting better and better with their backgrounds and colour schemes throughout the years and it really shows. The industrial aspect of Mantle is sold with the dusk colours, purple and reds, and the neon lights distinguish it from the more rural and asian inspired Mistral architecture.

On top of that, the first episode does a great job in setting out just what it’s like to live in Mantle. The people seem disenfranchised, you have people drunk in street, and the racism is so ingrained that people just behave that way in the open with no fear of reprimand. With the billboards showing Ironwood telling these strict rules, and soldiers roaming the streets with droids, it very much paints Mantle in a dystopian light.

On the characters, I’m love that Ruby and Weiss immediately jump to protecting Blake from the drunk guy. With what little interactions we get for Ladybug, I’m glad that we’re getting something, and that Weiss has grown so much from her Volume 1 attitude to the Faunus to now. Great character development.

Also Maria is pretty funny again. She annoyed me at the end of Volume 6 with her antics, but it’s nice that she’s climbed back up my list again. I think it was a good idea that she’s not arrested with the others, and I hope that she takes a backseat this volume simply because she’s not needed anymore. The team are in Atlas, Ruby’s learned her silver eyes, and Maria isn’t good in a fight. She’s ran her course.

The new character we got in Pietro Polendina, Penny’s father. All I have to say about him is:

I. Love. Him. On top of his good design with elements connecting to Penny, he’s another disability representation with his wheelchair, and his chair has such a cool design. It looks exactly what a smart and innovative creator would make. And he’s voiced by Dave Fennoy. One of my favourite characters in all media is Lee Everett from The Walking Dead Game, and they got his voice actor to play Pietro.

That’s a big plus for me.

The fight we got in the episode was very well done. The animators knocked it out of the park with the fight choreography, especially with Qrow and his scythe. The one negative I have is that it feels a bit slow and static in some places, especially with Weiss, but that’s just a problem with her since now her fighting style is stand in one place and use your glyphs. The inter-team fighting is great, I love Weiss and Ren working together, and Nora using Jaune’s shield to launch herself is such a nice nod to her move with Pyrrha back in Volume 1.

Last thing that I like is Penny’s design. It’s really cute, reminds me of those Victorian dolls, and her new hair is so pretty, if a bit janky in some parts. I know that they obviously took inspiration from Dishwasher’s design of Penny, which makes sense considering he’s working for RT now.

And this is where I start getting negative, because there are some parts that I really don’t like.

#1 thing that has made me angry is Penny returning. I hate it. I’ve already made a post months ago about why they shouldn’t bring Penny back, so I’m not gonna repeat myself here, but the simplified explanation is:

It spits in the face of her arc. Penny was struggling with the fact that she’s not a real girl because she’s a robot, with Ruby helping her by saying that, because she has a soul, she is real. This has always been a driving point for Penny. When she died, it drove Ruby and Pyrrha to grief, but it served a purpose because that was when things were getting serious. Ruby just lost her best friend, and Pyrrha won like she always did, but this time her victory came at a price.

Pyrrha killed someone. She was devastated, Ruby was heartbroken, but now all this was for nothing because apparently Penny can just be rebuilt! Who cares that your friend is dead and you watched it before your eyes? She’s back now so it’s all okay!

Real people don’t come back from the dead. Pyrrha is not coming back, everyone who died is not coming back, the whole point that Salem never understood in her backstory is that people can’t come back from the dead. But Penny can, because she’s a robot so of course we can just put her back together. It’s reads off as Penny being a cheap plot point. Ruby could’ve gone through an arc of accepting that her friend was gone and finally talk to someone who knew Penny, but no, because we gotta have powerpuff girl back.

Also Team WBY’s comments are dumb. You guys didn’t know Penny, you only interacted with her once for the entire three volumes she was alive, why are you acting like you’re friends with her? I hate it so much it’s unreal.

Moving on from Penny, beside her, Ruby, Yang and Qrow, the new outfits are bad. The excess use of belts are not only annoying, but they’re clunky and disrupt the flow of the outfit. They make them too busy. The lack of textures makes everything look the same, the overall designs are seriously inappropriate for both Atlas weather and the fact that they’re meant to be fighting.

Weiss’ ballerina style fighting is going to be seriously impeded by her long and heavy looking dress. Blake is meant to be a stealth fighter who uses acrobatics, leather catsuits chafe and rub you up in all the wrong ways, and the fact that white is overcoming the black is annoying. Her colour is black, put her in it.

On top of colours, Nora’s is just way too bright. It’s colours from her original outfits but there’s just too much saturated blue and pink, it’s way too much. Her old outfit was perfect with the pink taking center stage and the blue being way darker in her jacket. The fact that it mimics the trans flag colours is funny though, as a trans man myself.

But a final note on the designs is the hairstyles. Jaune’s doesn’t look as bad as I thought if he’s moving, so that’s a plus, but Weiss and Blake’s are just ugh. I had wild hair like Blake’s when I had it longer, and even though I cut it now, it’s still curly. Why is Blake’s hair so lifeless? It looks thin, flat and greasy, and the added problem with it is that her face looks wierd now.

The whole braid on Weiss is way too thick as well, and just isn’t rendered nicely.

Moving on, we have the new characters introduced. Clover and his team, Robyn, Pietro, on top of the previous characters returning, it’s a big problem. The cast is already too bloated, we don’t need Clover and his team adding more and taking away screen time that the other characters need. Why even introduce him when you could easily use the wide cast you already have? Bring Neon and Flynt back, have them be older students than Team RWBY in the Vytal Festival and then they graduated the whole year since the Fall of Beacon.

It woulda added more to the scene, or just have it be guards who disappear after taking the team in. Just stop adding new characters, I literally don’t care about them. And the fact that the heavily Irish-inspired character doesn’t have an Irish accent is bad and I disapprove as an Irish person.

Finally, the OP. I like the actual animation of it, it definitely feels different to the other OPs in the past volumes, but it’s pretty good! I just don’t like the song. Not only can I not understand what Casey is saying, which is something not unique to this song I know, but it doesn’t feel like a RWBY song. All the other openings are rock with ripping guitars and wild energy.

This just doesn’t have that. It feels like a generic anime song to me, and that’s sad because the music has always been that unchanging praise for RWBY from me.

And that’s it for this episode! Overall, I’d actually really enjoyed it! It was fast, great fighting, good characters and interpersonal moments, and the fact that Dave Fennoy is here just sold it. I’d give my soul to that man.

Now if CRWBY has him call Penny “sweet pea”, I will literally cry.

So in conclusion, I’d give the episode a 8/10. Needs improvement, but amazing regardless.

#rwby #rwby volume 7 spoilers #rwby spoilers #crtq #episode review

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