#me coming out of the woodworks after a brief depressive episode like

[devonares]

Rambling about Leon Dompteur

Does anyone also feel like Leon is definitely a trans ally.... It’s just so certain in my head. I think it’s because his route centers a lot around identity and its performance. For someone that has to pretend/act as something people around him forces him to be his whole life, he’d understand so well. I’m definitely not saying it’s directly analogous to being trans, his story is more about showing the inherent fakeness of the monarch’s social status. Like there’s nothing holy in a king’s blood. What makes a prince is, for him, probably entirely just performance. 

The fact that he succeeded in keeping his secret for, idk how many years old he is, should’ve made him even more disillusioned with the monarchy. I think his route could’ve gone deeper with this. I don’t know why they don’t. There’s so many things to say about his situation. Like how did his relationship first went with his brothers? How did his rage gone so easily? Throughout his route I feel more angry for him than he is. They did say he has grown up and moved on... I don’t know, I wouldn’t grow up so easily in his place. 

There’s something straight up nightmarish about his life that the route just won’t touch. I’m Looking at him and I’m like “yeah, there should be something horribly broken in there.” To be who he is at that point I imagine there’s so many growing he had to do. Why didn’t they show that growing in the actual route? WHy is it something that I have to theorize and think about? Do they deliberately want us to write fanfiction about it ourselves OR WHAT

Back to the trans ally thing. I’m not going about the theory that gender is a performance btw... It’s just that, probably, the anxiety, the constant gaze you feel viscerally from everyone around you, the constant brainwork of whether or not you look convincing, whether or not they can Tell, that conviction in the back of your mind that your life is always on the line. Chevalier did literally threatens to cut his head off when he told the truth. That threat probably has always been there. How do you fucking grow up with that, by the way. How do you start at 6 years old and dealt with That.  AnywaY. That constant anxiety. Can definitely relate to the trans experience. Both in transitioning and in being forced to be the gender assigned at birth. ISN’T IT AMAZING HOW MUCH I CAN CONFLATE EVERYTHING INTO WHAT I WANT

My OC Valerie is trans. I’m pairing her mainly with Leon. I’m gonna make them so happy. Can you imagine any other character being accepting? I feel like Leon is the safest guy here. Amazing. Can you imagine the nightmare their life would be if he becomes king, probably even worse than the previous Belle and King, BUT THEY’RE GONNA BE SO HAPPY. Leon doesn’t give a shit about blood heir, he won’t give a shit about political marriage. He can make anyone a prince. He’d invent meritocracy. Valerie is gonna be super strong and powerful, people that talked shit Fear her. They’re gonna be so in love and so happy. This ends my cope for today

edit: I completely forgot about the existence of Rio. Now HE’S the ultimate trans ally. NO ONE can compete with him

And to be honest eevery boy could be very accepting too it’s just that I’ve only played Leon’s route through the end so. kill me, and all that

[yaltonrp-blog]

Congratulations Kilo! You have been accepted for the role of Parker Backes with the FC of Alex Saxon. We particularly appreciated Parker’s relationship with his grandmother and how it has affected him. Please send us an account within the next 24 hours with the ask and submit boxes open.

Welcome to Yalton! We look forward to roleplaying with you.

OOC:

Name/Alias: Kilo

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 27

Timezone: Eastern Time

Activity Level: I suck with the numbers, to be honest, but we’ll call it a 7, I guess? I don’t have much in the way of interference except whatever amount of muse I might or might not have for writing, on any particular day, so I can be on, at a minimum, every other day to get at least one or two replies out, but honestly, that’s a very conservative answer; I’ll probably be on quite a bit more than that.

Things you aren’t willing to write: I’m pretty much open to writing anything. Smut is usually a ‘fade to black’ thing for me; occasionally I will write it, but a lot of times, I just find it awkward and difficult to write (in that how many different words are there for different body parts?), so I don’t. Otherwise, I try not to limit my writing, as I like to challenge myself when it comes to abilities in writing. I’m sure there are some things that, if they were to come up for whatever reason, I’d be like “nope, not writing that” in which case I would vocalize that I am uncomfortable or unwilling to write whatever that is, but otherwise, I try to keep myself open to anything.

IC:

Biography Info:

Character Name: Parker Backes

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Agender

Age: 21

Major/Position: Music Composition/Music Therapy major / Tutor

FC: Alex Saxon

Biography: TWs: Death, Depression, Anxiety, Child Abandonment, Child Neglect

For as long as Parker can remember, he was obsessed with two things, music and escape. His introduction to music, or rather, his introduction to creating music, came from his grandmother, at the tender age of two; as a person, she could not have been more different than the son that had fathered Parker. She was a kindly woman, warm and gentle, especially when it came to her singular grandchild, artistic and open-minded. The best – or rather, the most prominent – memory Parker has of his father is that of the back of a suit jacket, hair groomed carefully, briefcase in one hand, suitcase in the other as he walked out the door. The best – or rather, the most prominent – memory Parker has of his mother is that of her buried under the covers, and trying to take care of her when he should have been at recess. Parker was seven when his father left. What he’s learned of him, as he’s grown older, is that the man is a workaholic, stern, and judgmental of those who don’t care to fall in line. What he’s learned of his mother since then is that she’s unstable without a relationship to act as a crutch. Without the constant presence of the crutch of the relationship she had with Parker’s father, depression and anxiety took over her life. The more often Parker’s father left on business trips, the less together Parker’s mother’s life seemed to be. By the time the man left for good, the woman was a less than suitable caretaker for her own child. Too busy to take care of his own child, care fell to the child’s grandmother. It was during his time with his grandmother, both before and after living with her, that he learned what true happiness was. The woman home schooled him during his younger years, and in the process, instilled in him a love for music and dreams of far away places. His studies were unconventional, immersive, and far more in depth than any traditional school could have given him, but by the time he was to enter high school, she gave him the choice to go to a traditional school, to learn things she couldn’t teach him. Joining an actual student body provided Parker with an entirely new experience. His circle of friendships expanded drastically beyond just the other kids his age on his street to people in his classes and the clubs he joined; and he jumped at every chance he had to join a club, whether he was working set design for drama club, helping out with the SGMA – which he fought to have renamed after joining it, as when he joined it was the ‘Gay Straight Alliance’ –, or dreaming of traveling the world in the geography club. When graduation rolled around, he was surprised to find not only his grandmother in the audience, but also his mother and father, in part because he hadn’t invited them, but also because he hadn’t kept in contact with either of them. They had made their beds, and he had never had any desire to look back to see how well they were sleeping in them. With a handshake from his father and a hug from his mother, he was handed an envelope and they once again disappeared from his life, leaving him to a celebratory dinner with his grandmother. It was only after which, with the woman’s encouragement, that he finally cracked the seal on the envelope to examine its contents; inside was a letter explaining that an active trust had been set up in his name, inaccessible until he was twenty-five, unless it were used to pay for college – any of his choosing. In some regards, it was disappointing, knowing he had the money to go anywhere in the world and that he was staying in Ohio, as he’d already chosen his college. At the same time, he preferred the idea of being able to see his grandmother at his leisure while still living on campus. Parker had been on his way to campus to pick up books, at the end of the summer prior to his freshman year, when he received a phone call from an unknown number. It was his father, calling from the hospital, where he was with Parker’s grandmother. The woman had what the doctor referred to as a ‘cardiac episode.’ None of the people in the room, including Parker, were ignorant enough to think of it as anything other than what it was – a heart attack. She died a week later, still in the hospital, when she’d had another. The death of his grandmother proved devastating for Parker, resulting in him deferring his first year at Yalton. Meanwhile, the executor of his grandmother’s estate informed him that everything was left to him, including a letter that told him that he was to sell it all except anything he may want to keep, and use the money from it to travel. It made Parker smile knowing how well she knew him; it made him cry knowing she was gone. Parker did as she wished, however, selling almost everything, and using the money to travel. Now, Parker is twenty-one and in his junior year at Yalton, and though he still struggles with the loss of the most prominent figure in his life, he feels as though he is better equipped to handle what life may throw at him.

State at least one head canon about the character:

Through his grandmother, Parker heard tales of protests, learned all about gender equality, and that neither gender nor sexuality operated on a binary system in spite of many people’s beliefs. He heard about Woodstock, and how she experienced the festival first hand.

Parker sent out early applications to all the schools he applied for, and received early acceptances from most of them. The only college that rejected him was Berklee College of Music, which he did not anticipate acceptance into in the first place.

The only thing Parker kept of his grandmother’s was the guitar that she taught him to play on. It is an antique acoustic guitar with elaborate etchings in the woodwork. He has always admired the artistry of the piece, but is especially attached to it, given that it was the first guitar he ever played, and that it was his grandmother’s.

While her name was Rosanna, and she preferred to be called Rosie – ‘Never Rose’ – Parker always referred to his grandmother as Ro-Ro. When he was just a toddler, he had been told to say hello to ‘Nana Rosie’ and instead ‘Ro-Ro’ came out, and forever stuck.

Most of his traveling was done domestically, though he had considered a cross-Canadian trip. The only time he left the country was his brief time spent in British Columbia while he traveled to Alaska, where he spread his grandmother’s ashes, as it was a place they had discussed both wanting to travel to.

Prior to his grandmother’s death, Parker stuck, strictly, to playing songs of other artists. Since her death, however, he has taken up writing as an outlet for his emotions and turning them into songs. He has always had a strong connection to music and found it a powerful tool in overcoming issues.

Parker lives and works on campus, subletting the apartment he has off campus in favor of ‘free’ housing, thanks to the trust that pays for all of his college expenses. His choice to take up a tutoring gig on campus was an easy one, as learning has always been something that came easy to him, and he helped several of his friends, in high school, through study groups, to pass certain classes that they struggled with.