#my mom was also not super helpful because she was not feminine and was used to me as a tomboy

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My Girl Experience seems like it was a lil different than the ones I read about. When I was a kid I really roundly rejected feminine stuff, and looking back, a huge part of it was feeling that by being fat, I didn't "deserve" to wear dresses or jewelry or whatever else. I had the intense feeling of being an ugly kid playing dressup and it being very obvious I didn't belong. I still feel like I have to justify my femininity sometimes? Like I have to "prove" that I deserve to like pretty things? It's so bizarre. I felt like a disgusting imposter for so long.

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Propaganda

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

Sophia Loren (Marriage Italian Style, Houseboat)—Major Italian star, first actress to win an Oscar for a performance not in English (for Two Women (1960)) and later when Roberto Benigni won an Oscar in 1999 he jumped over the chairs towards the stage going "Sophia Sophia!!" because he was running towards Sophia Loren and said he cared more about her than the Oscar, that's the effect she had on people. She was big in the 60s already even though she gained a lot more notoriety after that. And I mean. Can we take a moment and just.

This is round 6 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Sophia Loren:

She has maxed out all her stats: beauty, elegance, sensuality, she's got it all. her mesmerizing eyes, her sensual mouth, her sharp face shape, her everything is so striking and unlike any other beauty in films. she was also voted the world most beautiful woman when she was freaking 65

im submitting her in honor of my dad bc she was the first celebrity crush of his he ever admitted to me and my sister :) and he was right. shes so pretty

OSCAR WINNER. Worked with some of the hottest leading men in Hollywood but remained faithful to her husband whom she had a loving marriage with till he died (even though Cary Grant almost tempted her once, it's complicated)

One of the most well-known sex symbols of the Golden Age of Hollywood, and unlike some unfortunate others, she seems to have been pretty well at peace with occupying that status. She made assertiveness and a tempestuous temper seem glamorous, and although she's famous for side-eying Jayne Manisfield's cleavage, honestly? She's one to talk.

Absolutely, drop-dead sexy, also a hard working, extraordinarily talented actress who didn't shy away from the less glamorous roles to gift us some gritty, memorable performances

Submitting this on behalf of my dad, who knows nothing of tumblr or this blog, but I remember being a kid watching Houseboat while my mom thirsted after Cary Grant, dad thirsted after Sophia Loren, and I was excited that they lived on a boat. Anyway, she's extremely beautiful and was an international star, doing a ton of movies in Italy before being recognized in the US.

JUST LOOK AT HER Y'ALL

Very smart and beautiful, the characters that she played (I mean those in the movies that I put in the previous question) are as strong and determined as her which I think adds to her hotness.

Global superstar and my late grandfather's long time movie star crush and for a man as quiet as he was, and as hopelessly devoted to his wife as he was, the fact that I know that means she was EXCEPTIONAL.

Big in the chest, snatched in the waist, pretty in the face 😳

Sexy, beautiful, deep. A real star.

Her performance in "Man of La Mancha" is just so very captivating. Dubbed as "the Italian Marilyn Monroe", she looks beautiful in any movie and at any age.

Forget the exotic sexpot of her Hollywood films and go back to her Italian career: sparking with Marcello Mastroianni as the woman who drives him mad and outwits all his fumbling attempts at macho posturing in their early films, and showing a tender side in their 1970s films. Sophia isn’t self-conscious about who she is or her beautiful body: she enjoys being herself and she wants us all to enjoy ourselves too.

She starred in films as a sexually emancipated persona and was one of the best known sex symbols of the time. She is a great cook and her filmography is immense.

On the misattributed quote that Sophia owed everything to spaghetti: 'Did you actually say the quote frequently attributed to you, "Everything you see I owe to spaghetti"?' "Non è vero! It's not true! It's such a silly thing. I owe it to spaghetti, no, no. Completely made up."

Marlene Dietrich:

ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face

its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies…. most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you.

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender

"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"would you not let her walk on you?"

[harmoniouseclipse]

Woe fankids be upon ye

Doing a little series where I took some ship requests on my instagram to make them fankids, this one is for me tho (jeanlisa to kick it off whoo 🙌🏻) The lineup so far is Cytham, Kavetham, Lionfish (aka Freminet x Gaming aged up probably idk how old they are canonically), Cynonari, Jealuc, and Beiguang, and feel free to send me some other pairings you wanna see (as long as they are legal pls otherwise I will ignore it 👎)

I'm gonna ramble about some headcanons and lore for them under the cut, continue with caution bc I'm insane

These two are my brainrot rn, don't even joke lad. And I wanna tell yall their name meanings too bc I like them a lot 🥹 Zephra's means "west wind" derived from Greek, and it's the feminine version of Zephyr. Tyrian was a type of purple dye used by the Ancient Phoenicians, huge huge HUGE thanks to my pookie bear @miothefish for helping me out with his name!!! Also he has Lisa's butterfly earring and you can't see bc of the angle but Zephra has the rose that went in her hair holding her ponytail <3

I'm also making a massive family tree for the characters as a go along, and just the jeanlisa tree is taking up half of the canvas bc of the KoF and Sumeru characters since Cyno is their uncle and the rest of the gang are their honorary uncles 😭 I'll be posting that once the series is done/all the requests are finished/I run out of ships and otps I enjoy

Here's an alternative version with some more info on most of the characters I wanted to briefly mention in their relation to them; Tyrian likes calling Eula his aunt too even though she was never really considered one for them so it's kind of like her unofficial title she pretends to dislike but she loves it and dotes on Tyrian 🤭 She and Diluc also helped train Zephra with a claymore and Diluc kind of became a parental figure to her in her teen years after Lisa's passing 🥺 She also feels like she's outshined by Jean and that she's not smart or powerful enough to follow in Lisa's footsteps (something that Lisa wouldn't want anyways bc it led her to her death 😔) rip zephra she's just like me fr

And yeah some Kaeya angst bc he's still going thru it I fear, and Jean is single mombossing but she's worried for zephra which me too dawg, im afraid to say she might be cooked 😦 Zephra is also kind of like a weird mix of Lisa when she was her age and Jean, where overall she's well-mannered and kind but she can be competitive and feel the need to push herself too much and pull a few strings to get what she wants from time to time. Tyrian is a ray of sunshine tho, he has not yet witnessed the horrors 💔 I do think that Jean is also a lot easier on him than her mom was with her so that also helps. He's very shy tho and wants to stick with Zephra or Razor most of the time, and they both have some nasty tan lines from going out with Razor and Klee and Fischl a lot 😔 Cyno also freaking loves them and dotes on them and Tyrian is getting a TCG addiction because of it smh, Cyno is also one of Zephra's favorite people and when she's in Sumeru she stays with him and Alhaitham (bc in my universe they are married ough I love cytham)

And (I think?) Klee physically and mentally ages slower than humans so I think she'd be technically 9 or 10, and Zephra is left with babysitting duty most of the time if she's home on break or smth 😭 Klee really looks up to her tho

Also, I wrote Tyrian's last bullet point like he was super young when Lisa died, but I think he was around 7 so he actually remembers Lisa better than I intended it to sound, he was just younger than Zephra (who was 11 at the time) and just didn't have as much time with her as Zeph did, but his most fond memory of Lisa was reading with her and she probably taught them some potion-making skills too.

I think there will be some abyss angst in here too at some point, since I hc Lisa to be probably an Abyss Lector/Harold (I forget which is which) um so thinking that Zeph and Tyrian experiencing some not normal things happening and Jean doesn't know what to do since Lisa also didn't really know what that dog in her was until it was too late 😔 That's what Kaeya's for tho since he's like the heir of the abyss???? Go off king. Also some touchy ragbros angst bc Kaeya is scared for Zeph knowing how close she is with Luc and he doesn't want him to push her away because of her being from the abyss or smth (they mostly made up but it's still a fear in Kaeya's mind both for him and Jean's kids)

I think that's all I wanted to touch on for now?? Mainly just thinking about domestic fluff and angst all the time now 🥺 Zeph not being able to be open with Jean bc she feels like a disappointment but Jean would literally actually die for her and shes proud of her no matter what ough im going to lose my freak dawg guess who my favorite fankid is it's super hard ik

Send me asks or dms or whatever for more ship requests!!! I'm having so much fun with this dawg 🫶🏻

[silvers-not-home]

my lame fucking autistic rambling

here's my massive stupid autistic rant about life series characters and my head canons for them

literally everything i'm thinking about is going on here im not even processing it im just typing sorry for any typos there will be many😭

this is also for my two (2) mutuals who i care for very deeply kiss kiss hug hug <3 /p /gen

okay it's the morning so i'm gonna continue this thumbs up emoji

starting off strong with mr grian minecraft himself (oh wow what a surprise /s)

he tried piercing his own nose in highschool. like. he was THE teenage dirtbag. sneaking out, drinking, smoking, shitty garage band that got nowhere (yes the bad boys was a garage band you c ant change my mind), mcr, pierce the veil, paramore, sexuality and gender crisis, "i know a guy", shoplifting, skipping class, you name it be probably did it with jimmy and joel during freshmen-sophomore year

pearl is his sister, jimmy and lizzie are his cousins (older cousins i should specify. him and pearl are twins but she's the older twin) and they went to the same high school. he met joel through lizzie and jimmy and joel and grian all clicked instantly

joel would stay at jimmy and grians place so much to the point it was like a second home to him and they would all hang out in the basement. joel stayed with his grandparents and helped them out a lot but they passed while he was in his bad boys phase and so he just stayed at grians place a whole lot during his depression (don't worry he's fine now just a little fucked up but they all are)

grian and pearls parents were kinda really shitty (yes i'm also counting yhs lore fuck uou) his whole life and so they got taken by cps and they lived with jimmy and lizzie's parents. and they were much better until he went to japan and all that shit happened (iykyk)

sam made him really realize that like. "oh my fucking god i'm gay. and it's for a damn sociopath. fuck." (that's like half canon)

he and taurtis DID hook up every tuesday thumbs up emoji

his wings didn't start growing in until AFTER senior year (so post japan/yhs incident)

the yhs holds a ceremony thingy for all the people that passed during all that shit and he goes every year and still has rowens glasses and ran into taurtis one year and it was awkward as HELLL but like. it wasn't an awful experience neither of them knew what to say. especially taurtks is bc by then grians wings had already fully grown in and his ass DID NOT recognize him💀

oh yeah also the four of the cousins are all winged animals so grians a parrot, pearl is a moth but like she's one of the super fluffy one (i forgot what they're called), jimmy is a canary (for obvious reasons), and lizzie is a flamingo because. fuck it (also half canary too it's from their mom) but she doesn't have as many features as the others

they all grow feathers (except for pearl) when they're stressed or feel a heightened emotion and have the little winged ears. they still do have actual ears but they grew in behind they're human ears and pearl has the little antennae things on top of her head. lizzie's kind of blends into her hair since yk. pink on pink and they're more folded then fanned out(?) if that makes sense?😭

jimmy was an early bloomer while grian was a late bloomer (i'm talking about wing/feather wise)

also some little sexuality/gender headcanons those are always fun :3

grians definitely trans masc and mlm (he/him anything else gives him dysphoria)

jimmy is THE bisexual demiboy icon (he/they)

lizzie is also bisexual (she/they)

pearl is a NONBINARY LESBIANNNN SHOUT OHT YO ALL MY NONBINARY LESBIANS WOOOO (she also uses any pronouns that would be considered feminine/androgynous or basically just. anything other then he/him/anything masculine)

mumbo is ace and omni (they/he)

scar is pan and a demiboy (all pronouns. like seriously he's collecting them like pokémon cards)

tango is bi and TRANSMASC WOOOO SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY TRANSMASC PEOPLE OUT THERE (he/they/flame)

martyn is transmasc and unlabeled. he doesn't want one/or thinks any is fit for him but is on the aspec (he/him)

scott is just. gay. goddamn fa- (he/him)

also just thought abt something grian jimmy and joel all had matching (infected and now faded) stick and poke tattoos that read "bad boys, today, tomorrow and yesterday" but that last part is faded completely since they ran out of pen ink halfway through and jimmys mom came home and they didn't wanna get in trouble (also yes their tattoos are in the same spot as each others it's on the right side of their chest) and let me TELL YOU. lizzie makes fun of joel TO THIS DAY about that tattoo and she likes to trace the words with her finger sometimes when they're cuddling, humming their old songs (he hates it but she still thinks it's absolutely adorable)

grian and mumbo are middle school best friends and he knows everything that happened to grian when he was in japan

grian, scar and mumbo all went to the same high school and mumbo and scar tried making a baking club called (you're never gonna believe this) the buttercups but grian was supposedly "too cool for that fairy shit" but would hang out during lunch with them and go to the meetings and help buy the ingredients and also help bake with them for extra credit and so would jimmy and joel. for extra credit of course

tango, mumbo and impulse were all in the computer club and coding club in highschool. doc was their teacher and cub was the senior teachers assistant trying to get early college credit

jimmy had the FATTEST crush on tango while they were in high school (yes they all went to the same highschool shut up) and tried impressing him by "making" a robot (mumbo made it and gave him the remote and told him to push two single buttons) and he pushed them in the wrong order and it short circuited and it almost exploded. he got suspended for a month and the only reason he didn't get expelled was because tango said it was his and it was a project. he complemented "jimmys" robot and said it had nice coding and a bunch of other nerd /aff terms that didn't make ANY sense to jimmy (that was his way of confessing but jimmys too stupid /aff to understand it at the moment so tango thought he didn't like him back) and when jimmy was talking to grian and joel about it they were yelling at him about how "JIMMY YOU IDIOT HE LIKES YOU BACK" and "WHAT'D YOU SAY? YOU SAID YOU LIKED HIM TOO RIGHT?" to which he (of course) responded with

"NO?? I DONT SPEAK NERD JOEL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW??"

also tango wears a feather jimmy gave to him as an earring and has kept that earring since they started going out which was like sophomore year or smth like that

they also had an exact conversation to joel before lizzie asked him out (and she also proposed too fight me)

i can go on for HOURS about those three but i'm gonna a do stuff about martyn now because. omg. he drives me CRAZY

also just realizing how most of these are just high school head canons. sorry (no i'm not)

everyone in school always thought that the bad boys were the mean bullies bc they wore leather jackets and studs and cuffs and blah blah blah but in reality they were just the dorky, socially anxious losers that were loud in class because they all adhd. not because they were asshole

martyn and scott were the ones you had to worry about (mostly scott actually but martyn would be a passive aggressive bully)

those little twits had an actual burn book. martyn. the almost loser that pierced his own ears, causing them to get infected but refused to take them out because he wanted to match with his fellow mean gill and wore anime shirts to sleep and doc martins (only because they had his name in it dont praise him he was a loser /aff) wrote "annoying dorks" in the burn book page dedicated to the bad boys. he had NO ROOM to talk and i find that hilarious bc him and jimmy were actually really close and he ate the page. yes. he ate the page in front of scott's face after an argument to prove a point and scott has never respected another person more in his life

i also felt like it was important that martyn and scott got voted prom king and queen

martyn LOVES necklaces, rings, bracelets. he has a matching necklace and/or bracelet with all his four (4) friends that consisted of scott and the bad boys. he still has them as an adult and holds onto the charm when he misses them which is all the time (i love martyn angst evil laugh)

ykw fuck it he still wears the necklaces and tucks them under his shirt, he asked everyone else if they still had theirs and it either broke or they lost it

EVERYOEN EXCEPT FOR JIMMY BC THEY WERE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS AND HE WEARS IT UNDER HIS SHIRT TOO FUCK YOU I LOVE THEM

and for anyone curious it was a dog bone that is split in half and it like one of those magnetic necklaces that you have to get uncomfortably close to eachother for it to work

okay that's enough for tonight bc i have things i need to do tomorrow and thumbs hurt and it threw in the morning and i've been typing for over an hour straight good night cleveland *proceeds to stay online for another hour*

[sunny-haven]

I feel really dumb for not realizing I'm trans until early this year, as I had been questioning if I was trans or just wanted to be a femboy ever since I drew this piece of my fursona in a maid outfit in 2020. It feels so obvious in hindsight, especially because of how many feelings that one piece of art awoke in me. I did have some trans friends at the time but it wasn't until I got to hang out with a lot of them and they were open about what transitioning was like. I think finding out that having both breasts and a d*ck was pretty normal for transfems also definitely helped a lot.

Some signs that I was definitely trans and not just wanting to be a femboy:

Discovering that I want my name to be Sunny as soon as I came up with that name for my fursona, and feeling really euphoric when others started calling me that name (and feeling weird, annoyed, etc. when others deadnamed me)

Feeling happy and euphoric from seeing my fursona as a woman, and experiencing those same feelings from imagining myself as one

Having my fursona be a shapeshifter only because I wanted her to be able to change her sex freely, only to mainly have her remain in feminine form, and then I stopped being a shapeshifter because I ended up sticking to my current form (having both breasts and a d*ck). A friend told me that my fursona was a "gynomorph" and I used that term for the longest time till I found out this year it's an objectifying term and saying "transfem" is better.

Drawing my fursona in various feminine outfits instead of slutty outfits/thigh highs that femboy furries tend to be drawn in (not a problem with that, btw)

Going by she/her pronouns for a week and stopping, not because it didn't feel right, but because I felt like I was being fake for trying to identify as a girl when my body didn't match. I even vented about it in one of my vent doodles:

Feeling extremely euphoric when I put on a feminine outfit I got at a Hot Topic that consisted of a white T-shirt, green overalls/skirt, and white stockings (I think that's the only time I got horny from wearing clothing as well)

Feeling dysphoric with all of my body hair but not having the mental energy to continuously shave it, and none of the femboys I talked with had that problem. I even got several electric shavers thinking that would help but it didn't suddenly give me the mental energy to make myself look better.

Feeling euphoric whenever I got around to shaving my face and being able to feel my face's smooth skin.

I quickly stopped having others call me "master" during hypnosis sessions and switched to "mistress", then eventually "goddess", and I felt very euphoric when called that.

Often describing myself as motherly and feeling euphoric whenever someone would call me "mom/mommy". It also just felt good to be nurturing and caring towards others.

Thinking about taking HRT semi-frequently but being afraid that because I didn't want to get rid of my dick, it would involve a lot of health complications (I didn't have much transfem friends at the time and I didn't really ask them much about HRT and transitioning, especially since one didn't want to talk about the fact that she was trans), and so I would just push it out of my mind.

Eventually I started going by she/her/he/him pronouns but I only went with he/him pronouns out of a sort of obligation, to not confuse any friends who were used to referring to me as he/him. Then I felt good when others used she/her and it felt weird when others used he/him. (This was close to the time I realized I was trans lol)

There were probably some other things too that I can't remember right now. But yeah, I can't get over I was still considering if I wanted to be a femboy with all of this stuff. I think it was the fact that I thought you had to feel like you are female and are in the wrong body (and probably had to feel more dysphoria than what I was feeling) to be transfem, whereas I wasn't super uncomfortable with my body but I really wanted to have the body my fursona has and felt euphoric whenever I got a little closer. I think hanging out with so many trans friends now broke that illusion for me, as I got to know what their bodies were like (which helped me realize that the body type I want is transfem and also isn't going to put me in a medically dangerous place), as well as the mental struggles they went through that I shared, and I'm really glad for that. It explained the big depression spike I went through in 2021 and 2022 (and am still somewhat going through) after discovering I'm possibly trans right before I moved out of my mom's place. Now I just need to actually work on getting HRT...

[5-htagonist]

dunmesh genderswap au thoughts...

so kabrus backstory remains essentially the same in my au, when taken by milsiril and assimilated into elven culture she is dressed more femininely than she was before thus incurring gender awakening. i dont think it would be a huge struggle for her except for being infantilized, but that happens with my canon compliant trans kabru hc as well. i hc it as a small part of why he left home-- to pursue gender affirmation magic/surgery/whatever without being told You cant know what you want youre baby. so tfem kabru also leaves to become an adventurer etcetcetc.

fem laios is where stuff differs. i REALLY REALLY like the idea of her being a single, possibly teen mom. i think she would still be super close with falin, still be horrified at how he was treated. but i dont think falin would be sent away. as a boy, he would have the agency to Leave rather than be sent away.

i imagine the attempts to beat the magic out of falin would be replaced by manual labor or something at first, due to the maleness. to me, the story about falin and her persecution are very very very much connected with womanhood-- women cant know too much, be too powerful, or theyre a witch. i think its possible boyfalin would instead be coveted for his magic, and leave because of this. a large part of falins character is lacking agency, and i think this would manifest for boyfalin with the village using him for his magic at a point. i think its possible they might idolize and demonize him at the same time, the autism is still there. everyone probably thinks hes weird and could blow the whole village up if they piss him off, which they would always be scared of due to falin being very calm. they would think hes just hiding that Male Rage or whatever. i think without a proper teacher, maybe some sort of mishap happens that pushes falin to leave. i dont know if it would regard laios, but maybe falin hurts her or feels hes at risk of hurting her/their family/the village so he leaves to avoid that. i think hed probably leave before laios has her baby-- maybe falin leaves for magic school when hes 12 to parallel canon laios...

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laios, being a girl, would have a significant lack of agency comparatively. she would Not be able to just leave to join the army. so i think she would get arranged for a marriage, possibly have a child (heretofore known as laiosito) fairly young (im thinking 15 or 16 which is tragic but. realistic for a sort of "red neck"ish village...). laios would still be Weird and quiet, so the husband that was picked would probably be someone who is also at least a little weird and definitely detached, but ultimately he and laios wouldnt be close at all. lots of going thru the motions. i think shed be A Great Mom (learned what Not to do from her parents) about half the time, and the other half shed be burnt out and bedridden. shed be constantly masking the best she knows how (shutting up) on top of having to be Lady Like around others, so shed be pretty reclusive.

i think she might get sick of it all, maybe laiosito says something super profound (as kids often do without meaning to, and i just know laios isnt the type to dismiss someone just because theyre a kid) or maybe something happens to her husband, maybe he mistreats her or laiosito somehow, maybe laiosito is magically gifted and laios gets scared theyll be used and demonized like falin, idk. but she leaves, and i think shed go thru a similar path as canon-- laiosito would be as well cared for as possible, but shed be in the same state as she was in canon when she reunited with falin. falin would be so happy to be an uncle and help laios with her kid and laios would feel Super Fucking Guilty because falin didnt even KNOW she had a kid, and now laiosito is old enough to have real conversations... but ofc falin is there for her big sister....

maybe instead of leaving that night and looking for work and shelter, laios and laiosito crash in marcille and falins dorm. falin wouldnt want to take a kid to look for work without some recoup time from the trip...

i am a little stuck here, at the part where falin and laios in canon join the caravan and then try to form a party. however they end up at the island, whenever they do, the thing that draws them into the dungeon is other than curiosity is providing for laiosito. i think laiosito has heard stuff about dungeons and monsters, thru laios, then thru falin. being a kid, they dont know the actual danger. maybe falin is looking after laiosito and they run off at some point into the dungeon. he would find laiosito safe in like a 1st floor market or something being looked after by kind strangers (maybe kabrus party? then he would get berated for being a shitty dad LOL (falin thoughts: "...but im their uncle.... and i didnt even know they existed until this year...")

i think falin would tell laios about this and maybeee that would trigger something in laios. though i dont think theyd go dungeoning for a few years. its mostly falin taking odd jobs, but they would take turns looking after laiosito until the kid is older. maybe laiosito makes friends with one chilchucks kids and he babysits the kid.... chils kids would be 14, so definitely old enough to babysit)

so they form their party pretty similar to canon, but laiosito would be 11 by the start of canon. almost old enough to join the army... falin gets eated, laios sends mail to whomever is babysitting laiosito updating on the situation and why she wont be back for a while. laios isnt happy to not see her baby for an indeterminate amount of time, but shes confident theyll at least live... but laiosito sees the letter and goes Oh Shit.... I Have To Help Save Uncle Falin..... so laiosito runs off to the dungeon. i think they would be magically gifted like falin, and i think falin would have given them some tutoring. they are not scared of the dungeon, its just their mom and uncles cool job to them despite laios and falins best efforts to emphasize the danger.

now.... i think laiosito would run into kabrus party. theyre always having to start over, so maybe the kid saw them on the first level a couple years ago, that first time they saw the dungeon. i think they would have left a strong impression-- especially kabru (for her eyes) and kuro (doggy). they care for laiosito, because kabru knows this is laios' kid (knew she had a kid and laiosito looks just like her), and also because laiosito refuses to give her any info that could interrupt their mission of Help Save Falin. they tried dropping the kid in town at a playground or other Kid Gathering Grounds and laiosito just comes back. so. they keep them around plus they are a really strong mage for a kid. kabru of course sees this as the perfect opportunity to get close to laios, plus as weird and antisocial as laios kind of seems kabru is ECSTATIC to meet her kid LOL. laiosito ends up really liking kabru even if shes kind of weird and scary sometimes. rin scares them but they are friends. they get along excellently with kuro and probably picks up on her language, at least a little bit.

so they would make SURE laiosito knows healing magic, and that they know to heal holm and rin FIRST!! laiosito is precocious and smart and already figured that out though, and with falins tutoring they are a great healer already. so kabrus party doesnt die like they did as much, but.... they still do. laiosito is usually able to escape, though... but i do think they would have at least 1 death with kabrus party. would it phase them? well. maybe. but i think they would feel invincible, and this isnt a good thing.

laiosito is awestruck when they see faligon until they realize he isnt in full control of himself. then theyre horrified and freeze and have to be protected. kabru is horrified that she let a kid into this situation (she didnt. that kid would have dungeoned no matter what, and because laiosito desired to see their mom and uncle, as well as see the dungeon, they would have always ended up at that nexus). laios is horrified she left her kid and didnt even consider they might have followed, and that she prioritized anything over her kid, even if said priority was falin.

at this point, laiosito would join back with laios' party. marcille and chilchuck would ream laios over leaving her kid (with that girls party??? the one thats always dying????). poor laios. senshi is the only one that really hears her out on her situation. laiosito LOOOOOVESSSS senshi!! and chilchuck and marcille too but they kind of scare them bc of how they talk to laios lol.

my thoughts are still baking on this....

my 3 alt routes for fem laios are:

teen mom, runs away with her kid when theyre is old enough to speak and walk well (like, 6 or 7 maybe. she would run away in her early 20s) (laios rough timeline: 12: engagement and marriage shortly after. 15: falin leaves before she finds out shes pregante. 22: abandons marriage and goes to falins school. 24: starts trying to form party)

teen mom, leaves her kid with her parents or husband as an older teen

teen mom, leaves before pregnancy is too far along (maybe seeking an abortion?) 15 or 16

leaves when pushed to have a baby (this could be her as a teen or her early 20s)

[raointean]

Funniest responses* to the "What does "Mary Sue/Gary Stu" mean?" question

(In reference to my silmarillion fandom linguistics project, the results of which you can find in my "survey says" tag)

*not necessarily the full response, some are just fragments from longer responses. Also, I'm not filtering by "correct" or "incorrect" responses

Like a China doll that has been polished so much it’s face has worn off.

an overly idealized self-insert, one who exerts a black-hole like effect on the surrounding story and characters

Typically a derisive term.

It's like, an OC in a fic who is written to be "too perfect". All the canon characters fall in love romantically or platonically with the Sue/Stu, and they're given uncompelling and unexplainable abilities to solve all problems and be better than anyone else in the story. Often associated with self-insert OCs.

Everyone likes them. They're often instantly good at anything they try. The narrative's darling

Mary Sues are way more common than Gary Stus because people like to shit on girls having fun i guess

even my mom has heard about this one)

Often has a tragic backstory and unusual physical features

Very op character, too flawless (luthien)

OC

often this is used pejoratively against self-insert characters

everyone likes them (except the villain for arbitrary reasons)

Originated from Star Trek fan fiction

May have a comically tragic backstory. Usually in a relationship with the authors favorite character. May be a canon character a fan author has twisted beyond recognition.

Annoyingly perfect female protagonist (Mary Sue been used to mock and belittle stories about women. I've never seen Gary Stu in actual use: male characters with the exact same abilities are just 'strong')

Unrealistic, overpowered, or flawless main character, usually assumed to be a self-insert for the author. However some of the best characters are Sues and Stus, so the term is considered not very nuanced

has little canonical reason for being Like That excepting that it makes the author happy.

A term for an overpowered wish-fulfillment avatar

with a host of "desirable" traits (lustrous hair, shining eyes (sorry I mean orbs))

Overpowered perfect character in a bad story; always negative

Sweet harmless prim rule-following vanilla

super over powered oc who the plot revolves around usually female sometimes self-insert blah blah misogyny. i don't think this term should hold much weight.

idealised character, probably original. Think it was invented by people who enjoyed bullying younger writers on LJ

Batman, gender swapped, would be accused of being a Mary Sue.

they have no flaws except that "theyre just too perfect and thats hard uwu (sad face)"

Sue if female, Stu if male

An OC who is better at everything than the existing characters, unusually beautiful, and often "fixes" all the difficult/sad parts of the plot by Being Amazing and Knowing Everything. Usually written by immature writers. "Tenth Walker" fics and "So-and-so's other/secret daughter" fics are nearly always "Mary Sue" stories. (Also a phrse that gets thrown at any interesting and powerful female character by insecure and sexist men.)

Overpowered (often self insert) character that is loved by everyone

The feminine is much more often used, because sexism

I think the term was often used in a very demeaning way in the past, but it can still be s useful term in modern fandom

Self-insert in an overdone, heroine kind of way. Was originally a derogatory term, but diesnt really have much reason to be.

overpowered, flawless character who has reasonable justification for every Really Stupid decision they make

warp the plot and other characters around them due to their need to be The Most Awesome

Also Feanor

(and also no one ever wants to admit canon characters are already Like That, especially in comics)

for example, a girl's only "flaw" is that she's so small and petite she needs help from the big strong male character. This could be developed into a "serious" flaw with her easily becoming codependent, but with a Mary Sue, this idea would not be pursued (#226)

As for Gary Stus, I think I would also consider a male character a Gary Stu who NEVER shows emotion but still gets the girl in the end. (#226 cont.)

I think the terms are very gender stereotypical in their nature so it kind of makes sense that the descriptions I gave play into those same stereotypes - not to say this shouldn't be questioned, but when I'm asked to define a Mary Sue/Gary Stu, it's very connected to gender stereotypes to me. (#226 cont.)

self-inserty character... over cool

Special Origins (mixed race, super powers, one of a kind etc)

Term used by haters to criticize a character they interpret to lack flaws but without having to do any literary analysis.

A negative connotation word about a character who is unbelievably talented

not every op character is a ms/gs, only the ones that are perfect

(disproportionately applied to women)

someone with a level of pilot-armor so thick it breaks immersion

Bunnies hop at their feet. Darkness flies before their sunny aura. And then everyone appplauds

A self insert character with a protagonist halo

Practically perfect in every way

usually get a romance with The Blorbo

You're asking for an essay here...

Often feels like someone's first D&D character.

considering the source material, I wouldn't use it for a silm fic

I kind of enjoy these sometimes lol

A self insert in a fandom who is you but the idealized version to an unintentionally hilarious degree, often to the point of being awkward and poorly written, “passed off” as an OC

Often associated with preteens (writers and characters)

Central common traits include lack of consequences, unjustified competence or skill, and poor social skills.

what if i was the coolest person on earth

The "Oh, yeah? Well, I have a shield that can block laser bolts" of fiction.

An OC who is too perfect/has no flaws, usually written by someone just starting out

OC thats a bit... inept at doing things in their New World

similar to the og star trek fanfic Mary Sue

there has been criticism in recent years of the term Mary Sue being used in a misogynist (and just plain mean) fashion

& occasionally parenthood.

/ refers to the fact that these two people are portrayed to be in some sort of relationship in the fic

The tea is SMOKING, y'all! 🍵

[katierosedreams2]

Tootsie Roll

My heart was racing as I talked to Malisa, it felt like it was going to explode. My hands were so clammy and were literally shaking. I almost thought I was going to faint! It’s not like I haven’t talked to her before, we’ve known each other from when we hung out a few times with some mutual friends over the summer. She was so pretty, and always dressed kind of sexy, at times, down right slutty, and her make-up and hair were always almost too over done, flirting with the line of making her look like a total bimbo. But she was such a bombshell, and she totally pulled it off! She has a perfect hourglass figure. She's both skinny and shapely and has a perfect face. It screams femininity and beauty.  She was the most sexist girl I’d ever seen! She’s bubbly, kind, fit, flirty, and outgoing but in a reserved way. She’s a dream girl! 

I’m kind of shy, dorky, I’m also on the smaller size for a guy, in every way. I thought for sure by the time I was 21 I’d be a little taller. I’m the same height as most women, including Malisa, unless they’re wearing heels, then they’re taller. I’m only 5’4”, but I’m also pretty skinny, I hardly weigh one hundred pounds, I’ve always been pretty small for a guy. I still have to shop in the boys' section most of the time. Both my trainer and my doctor think I might have a disorder, which is why I can’t seem to gain muscle mass and hold onto fat. My doctor said to just exercise more, which is why I got the trainer in the first place. I try to work out, I run and lift weights, but I can’t seem to grow much muscle, except for my butt. My trainer jokes that it’s a bubble butt. And my hips and chest are where my fat likes to stay, no matter what I do. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I have big boobs or anything, it’s just soft there. With a shirt on you might think I have some small pecks, I hope, not small boobs. And the fat on my hips doesn’t help the fact that my pelvis is a little wide. I always seem to be more of a pear shape, which isn’t common for a guy, my hips seem to be just slightly wider than my shoulders. Not that either are very wide. I hate to admit it, there are times I catch my reflection in the mirror out of the corner of my eye as I’m getting in the shower, and I’d jump because I thought I saw a girl. But then I’d do a double take, and it was just me, but that definitely bothered me too. 

I struggle with growing any body hair. Hell I don’t grow any body hair, just a few armpit hairs, and they just look silly, I can literally just pluck right out with my fingers, it dosnt even hurt! Add to that the fact that I know I’m quite small down there and my balls never fully developed. I’ve never had much self-confidence when it comes to girls. I’ve never even been on a date, let alone kissed a girl! I’ve always gotten along with them just fine, they are super friendly, but I’m always immediately in the friend zone. They seem to treat me just like another girl. And guys have always been weird around me. I don’t know why, but they don’t treat me like they do other guys. Most don’t seem to respect me. Some are nice though, and some just look at me in creepy ways. 

I had very few friends growing up, which didn’t help me be any less awkward, but it improved a little in college. I befriended a nice group of girls and a few guys who seemed to be plugged into what was going on. They got me out of my room and to parties or events, even just to get a cup of coffee or a cocktail. I think they could tell I was a bit of a lonely guy who could use some friends, and I truly appreciated it. I moved away from home for college and didn’t know anyone. I shared classes with most of them. How they all knew each other to begin with I’m really not sure. You see I’m going to school for business, but also cosmetology. OK, let me explain, my mom owns a very successful small salon chain and makes very good money from the business. She cut hair to pay her way through college where she majored in business and started her own salon. The rest was history. I’ve always grown up with plenty of money and a pretty nice house as a result.

When I wasn’t in school, I spent a lot of time with her in her salons. Going from one to the other, knowing very well the ins and outs of hair, makeup, and nails. More than most of the girls in my classes, I also had better skin and long pretty black hair that was always perfectly styled. My mom made sure of that, she’s always told me my whole life that my hair represents her business, it HAD to be long and pretty at all times. And it worked too, so many ladies loved my hair, and then they went to one of my mom’s businesses. I’ve always had long girly hair and always styled like a girl, as a result, but I’m so used to it that it didn’t bother me. I agree it is pretty, and I guess I’m willing to put in the work to help the family business. I have toned it down a little since I left home though. It’s still a feminine cut, but I style it kind of neutral. 

I’d also learn a lot about business too. I grew up just assuming I’d get to work with my mom as a partner in her work, and so did she. But at the start of my junior year in high school, she told me that I could only partner with her if I got a formal education in both cosmetology and business. She'd paid for it, and it seemed like a good idea, so I agreed. I met most of the girls I have become friends with in my cosmetology classes and most of the guys in my business classes. I think this whole group was formed by the two of them, who are brother and sister. They are in almost the same situation I’m in, the sister is in my business classes and the brother is in my cosmetology classes. I think he’s gay and loves to cut hair, he’s really great at it too. His sister just likes getting her hair done, she hates cutting it, but seems to have a perfect mind for business. They were going to make an incredible team! 

All the other 4 guys in our group were gay, but that’s just fine with me. The whole group was pretty even from the two schools, and somehow we all just clicked. There seemed to be an unspoken role not to date anyone in the core group. We didn’t want to ruin this great friendship with the drama of people breaking up and dividing the group. That’s where Malisa comes in. She’s not a core member of the group. She is in one of my cosmetology classes, but it’s her minor. Her major is in fashion. She jokes that she’s just at college to party and wants to graduate with a perfect Mrs. degree to then become some rich guy's trophy wife. And she could easily have any guy she wanted. I was thinking about what she was saying the other day and this huge urge overtook me. I should ask her out. I thought I was crazy at first. But hey, she seemed to really want money and my mom already had a ton, with her and me combining and growing the family business, it would be an almost unlimited supply! It would seem silly not to!! I’ve spent my whole life seeing beautiful women, but none of them have been as pretty as her. I may never meet someone like her again! And we got along great, we clicked so well. So I made up my mind the next time I’d see her, when the time was right, I’d ask her out on a date. Just the thought alone made me so nervous! I’ve never asked a girl out before, and I’m starting with the prettiest girl in the world! I trembled at the thought, but I couldn’t not take this opportunity.

And here we were, both early to meet our friend again. Last time we ended up having this amazing conversation as our friends were over an hour late to show up, something that’s not at all uncommon for them. We were talking and having a great time, and I could feel this emotion welling up, almost like I was going to be sick! And then, it just happened, like word vomit, I kind of sheepishly blurted out. “Umm so Malisa would you umm, ever want to go out on a umm, like umm, do a thing together some time? Umm, like just the two of us?” The world seemed to freeze, even the air stood still to respond to my question. All I could hear was my heart beating so rapidly I could physically feel it moving my whole body with each quick pulse. “Like on a, DATE?” She sweetly but confusingly replied. The confusion was clear on her face and in her voice. I felt like I was made of stone. I was so frozen with fear. Oh god what had I done?!? All I could manage was a small nod and a whisper of a "yes". She could see the fear and distress on my face, and all over my whole body. She didn’t bother to hide that she felt kind of bad for me. “Aw, that's so precious. You're so cute. Sure, why not, I guess.” She spoke with empathy. I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing!! “I could make some time tomorrow, I was going to get some brunch and then do some fall shopping, we can just see where it goes from there, how does that sound?” I almost fell out of my seat, still in shock that she said yes! I was a nervous mess and hardly processed what she said. “Sounds great!” I nervously squeaked. It didn’t sound like much of a date, but I guess it’s a start! She told me when and where to meet her for brunch and shortly after that our friends started to arrive. We didn’t talk about it again until we were parting for the evening, and she said, “See you tomorrow.” With a bubbly tone, it filled me with so much joy I thought I could fly. All night I was wondering if she’d change her mind that I hardly talked to any of my friends. 

Our brunch was great, and she looked amazing. She was in a very pretty dress that was mostly black lace, very fall, very sexy yet still elegant. Her makeup and hair were styled to perfection, still flirting with the line of looking like a bimbo. Her six inch "fuck me" pumps only added to that. As a result, she towered over me. I was dressed in a nice but casual button-down long sleeve shirt and nice pants and shoes. I don’t own a lot of clothes. I don’t care that much about men’s fashion, it’s all the same. We had a wonderful time together. We are both light eaters but love coffee. Our time shopping was great! She and I have the same taste in fall decorations, and when we ended up going to clothing stores, I think I impressed her with my knowledge and style in women’s clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories. You don’t grow up in a salon or constantly shopping with your mom without learning a few things, I guess. She would joke around and hold stuff up to me to see how it would look on me and tease that I should try it on or that we are the same size. It was embarrassing, but I didn’t want it to show, although I knew my face turned a little red, and she seemed to enjoy that. At one store, we even went through the lingerie section, and she had me help her pick out something sexy. It felt like a test almost, so I tried my best to impress her. I think I passed, she put it in her bag after all! I think she was impressed and grateful that I paid for absolutely everything. It was a date after all, and she is after a guy who has some deep pockets. Overall, it wasn’t a cheap day, but I’ve seen my mom spend ten times that much on a whim. I don’t buy much, almost ever, so I have a lot of money from my monthly allowance saved up, but I do get a lot every month too. I know it’s crazy to say, but my mom gives me 10k of “walking around money” every month! And that’s after she pays all my bills!

We had such a wonderful time. We made plans to go on another date a couple of days from now. I couldn't wait, and I struggled to focus on my school work. I pretty much jumped at my phone with every text that came in. It was always wonderful to talk to her and I quickly realized I was really starting to feel something special for her. Our second date was lovely, a nice dinner out and then talking late into the night at a quiet bar. It was very personal and deep. I've never had such a stimulating one on one conversation with someone before. As the night grew close to an end, I noticed I was sitting closer and closer to her, maybe it was the drinks, but I felt compelled to kiss her. I leaned in, and she pulled back slightly, looked at me with pity in her eyes, and then met my lips with hers. Her lips were so soft and sweet! I couldn't believe it. I felt electricity pulse through my brain to my whole body, I felt myself get hard as my heart fluttered. I can't believe it!!! I FINALLY KISSED A GIRL!! She didn't seem to mind the kiss, I did feel like it was a little more one sided, probably a pity kiss. After all, she had come to learn that until her, I'd never even been on a date. She was very nice, and seemed to care about me in at least some way. That night was the happiest of my life! And at the end of it we agreed to meet for a third! I couldn't believe it! What luck I was having!

She wanted to go on another shopping day, and wanted me to join her, and then we would get dinner afterward. I was excited just to see her again and happily agreed. She picked me up at my house at ten that morning. I was so happy when I got into her car. She looked stunning in a very short black leather mini skirt, a cute fall brownish orange top, a leather jacket and black leather thigh high 6 inch heels.

I noticed a small black shopping bag in the back seat and casually ignored it. Little did I know this was the day my life was to change forever. 

I complimented her on how good she looked and thanked her for picking me up. I had no clue where we were going, so we stopped for some coffee and drove downtown where all the best clothing stores were. It was fun to walk around with her, she looked so sexy in her outfit, and I was grateful to hide my constant erection with the clothes she kept handing me to hold. Once again, she asked me for my opinion and had me be very involved with the selection of clothes. She was going for very sexy stuff, so I didn't shy away from it. And once again she kept teasing me by holding up the clothes to me, joking how good I would look in it or that I should go try it on. How we were both the same size and how pretty I'd be in this or that. At one point when we were shopping for sexy heels, she even convinced me to try on a pair. I was so embarrassed I could hardly stand it, she thought it was so funny that even our shoe size was the same and that I could wear all of her clothes. I was so embarrassed, and just when I thought I couldn't end, she humiliated me by joking with the sales lady at check out that the heels were for me as I paid for them. I paid for everything that day. I was happy too.

 Despite the teasing, I really was enjoying my time with her, and I could tell she was truly enjoying it too. I was so happy to have her in my life at that time. We had to make three stops at the car to drop off arms full of shopping bags! We must have spent 3 thousand dollars shopping! We totally filled her car and I joked that she wouldn't have enough room in her closet for all of this. She joked back that it's not a problem because it's going in my closet! I laughed but she didn't seem like she was joking, but obviously she was. At some point, she convinced me to put in very girly dimmond hoop earrings. I was hesitant, but she was very convincing, saying that my hair would mostly hide it. She said it would be fun and make her happy. I was embarrassed but couldn't say no. I was even more so when she convinced me to wear a girly anklet, but I figured she was just messing around and having fun. I didn't want to be a party pooper, so I went along with it. She had picked out this very cute little place for dinner, very quiet and nice.

It was kind of romantic, and I was having a lovely time, and so was she. She drove me home and outside my door we kissed again and, just like the first time, it was electric and completely amazing! She asked if she could come in. I was happy to let her. I opened a bottle of white wine, and we started to drink. It was lovely. She admired the simplicity and great styling of my house. She said no straight guy she had ever met had such a nice home. It seemed like a weird thing to say, but I took it as a compliment. We engaged in some small talk as we drank and walked through my apartment. She kept saying compliments like that, she admired how clean it was too. This is just how I was raised, I kept saying. She noticed I had a huge walk-in closet that only seemed larger because of how few clothes I own. She seemed to think that this was wonderful, she muttered something about how this is enough space. I’m not really sure what that meant. Maybe she was going on about that joke from earlier that those clothes were going into my closet. She noticed how nice and well-made the bed was and started kissing me out of nowhere. It was very passionate, and I loved making out with her! 

As things got a little more heated, she took my hands and motioned for them to explore her body. I was so turned on I could almost cum just from this! I'm 21 years old, a virgin, and I’m not only making out with a girl in my apartment by my bed while she lets me grope her, but she’s also the hottest girl I have ever met!! What luck! Her body felt amazing as I slid my hands over her leather skirt. She stepped back and seductively took her top off and then slowly slid down her skirt, revealing the lingerie I had picked out with her on our first date. She looked so sexy in the black lace lingerie and black leather thigh high heels as she towered over me. I was as hard as I could get and on the edge of cumming already! She then kissed me some more and then slowly removed my shirt. I was starting to feel a little self-conscious, butm the wine helped me push past that. She ran her hands over my bare body and across my chest, stopping and holding my chest as if she was cupping boobs. “Mmm-hm” she hummed to herself as if to confirm something. She then unbuttoned my pants and carefully pulled down my zipper. She then stepped back and looked at me, her sultry look and seductive tone calling to me ” Drop your pants and underwear, all the way down. NOW!” I was almost frightened by the sudden demanding shift. I did as I was told, grabbed the top of my pants and underwear and pulled them all the way down to my ankles, and then stood there naked on full display.  

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

She burst out laughing, clearly unable to contain herself. I was shocked and immediately humiliated. And then FLASH! She took a picture!! Where did she get her phone from so fast?!? I couldn’t believe it! I reached to pull my pants back up as I started to fight tears in my eyes. “DON'T YOU DARE!!” She yelled sternly, but yet still laughing. “I’ll show this photo to everyone you know! You just stay still and do as you're told! Do you understand?!” I nodded my head as I tried to look away to hide my shame and embarrassment. She laughed some more. “Oh my god you are so small!!! Like I expected it to be little, but look at it!! Micro is too big of a word to even describe it!!! And your balls are so small it's like they aren't even there! Did they ever drop?!” she laughed some more “What the hell am I supposed to do with that!!! It's almost as big as my clit!! HAHAHA OH MY GOD IT IS A CLITTY!!!!” she laughed more as I started to cry. “Is that as hard as it can get!! It's like the size of a Tootsie Roll!! Oh my god, wait!” 

She ran off to her handbag, her heels clicking loudly on the tile floor. My heart sank as she came back holding a tootsies roll in her fingers. She started to laugh so hard she was crying as she held it next to my penis, “OH MY GOD A TOOTSIE ROLL IS BIGGER THAN YOUR TINY LITTLE CLITTY!!! IT'S SMALLER THAN A BABIES DICK!!!” she almost fell over laughing as she took another photo comparing the sizes.  “I was going to sleep with you because I felt pity for you, you're so pretty, girly, and nice, but I couldn't even get that little clitty in me! It's completely useless! No girl would ever want that thing!” I was truly crying now as the tears rolled down my cheeks and hit the floor loudly. “And look at you, not only do you have a clitty, your body's a perfect girl's body! Hell you look just like mine! You even have little boobs and a nice “fuck me harder daddy" ass! Look at your hips! Exactly what a guy wants to hold as he rams his huge cock deep inside you! Making you scream like a little girl as he uses you to make himself cum!” she said, laughing so hard as she stood next to me to compare our bodies, taking a selfie as she did. She was right, we looked so similar, I looked just like a girl. I didn't know what to do. I just stood there and cried.

“Don't worry girly, I’ll just move onto the next stage of what I had planned, because I'm definitely not going to fuck you, that's not even possible! You're going to be a little virgin forever, so it doesn't even matter what comes next!” She said laughing as she walked over to her handbag and pulled out the small bag I saw in her car this morning. “I was going to let you have one pitty fuck before I locked this on you, I already knew your be some little dick loser, but I wasn't sure how small, so I brought a few options, I almost didn't buy this one, but NOW I think it's the ONLY option!” She returned into the room holding what at first looked like a small flat metal disc. I noticed it had an inside disc and an outside ring, but the whole thing was very flat. She had a very wicked smile on her face when I asked her “wh-what's that?” 

She giggled again at the sight of my penis. “It's a chastity cage. But this is a very special one. You see I've always wanted a little doll to play with, to dress up and make do whatever I wanted for my entertainment. And when I met you, this girly boy, I knew right away you had a very small dick, and when you asked me out I felt bad for you. I thought that by asking you to go shopping you clearly turned that down for something else, but you accepted, and that started the gears turning in my head. And when you were so girly with your movements and your fashion choices, your vast knowledge of makeup, nails and hair, I started to think I might actually be able to "convince" you to be my little dolly. I went online and started looking up things about feminization and learned about these cute little devices. Some were just for play, but some were very, very real. I learned that it HAS to be smaller than your member for the desired effect. I bought a few, because I wasn't sure how small you'd really be. As I said, I almost didn't buy this one. I couldn't believe anyone would be this small! But look at you!” she laughed some more just from looking at me again, “this might actually be too big!” she laughed hard as she held it near me. The inner disc was a bit bigger than the circumference of my little dick. 

“Put it on.” I looked at her and the serious sternness in her voice matched was matched in her eyes. “Put it on, or I will show these photos to everyone, including any girl you will ever even have a single thought of liking, let alone ask out. Do I make myself clear?” It was hard to see through the tears as they rolled down my face, I knew I had no real choice, so I took the device from her pretty, soft hands. “Put the outer ring over your clitty and your very tiny excuse for balls.” she commanded as I followed her instructions, feeling like I was signing away my fate. “Good! Now take the other part and put it over your clitty, use the special tool to put in the screw. Perfect!” she laughed again as I screwed the small screw into place. The whole thing was perfectly flat and left nothing there. There was a small hole in the front of it that looked like I could pee from, but there was no physical way to touch myself. I looked flat, like a girl.

“How long are you going to force me to be like this?” At this point I was truly sobbing. She clearly found this amusing. “I don't know if you noticed that goop on the screw, but that was thread locker that has already hardened by now. It would require over 250 degrees to heat it up enough to become liquid again. So unless you are willing to horribly mutilate yourself, I guess you’ll be permanently locked in that chastity for the rest of your life!” she was laughing so hard, as my knees went from under me and I crumbled to the floor from the news. “It’s not too far off from what I had in mind for you though. I was going to give you pitty sex and then lock you up and tease you with the promise of a release, but in reality I was going to throw out the keys. We just skipped the nasty part, so I guess now you’ll be a little clitty virgin forever!” She laughed more as I struggled to hear her words. “I’ll give you time to adjust while I bring in your new wardrobe.   

I struggled to even wrap my head around what was happening to me and the humiliation I had just gone through. How could this have even happened to me?! Why would she do this!? She didn't seem to mind me as I laid there in a pile of distressing deviation and went about walking past me bringing in the bags of clothes I had bought with her all day into my house. I was too busy dealing with myself to have the awareness of what exactly was happening. If I had realized she was further ruining my life and destroying every article of male clothes I owned and filling my closet with the clothes I thought I had bought for her, I would have tried to stop her. But I was emotionally in pieces from the things she had said, so much I knew in the back of my mind, but I always tried to downplay it, convince myself it wasn't as bad as I thought. Now I know it's far, far worse. I can't believe I'm smaller than a Tootsie Roll! I looked down at the chastity again. I saw nothing but the thin flat disc of metal, making access to my “clitty” completely impossible. 

My shock and horror was interrupted by something hitting me in the face. “Put this on bitch!” she commanded, along with the assault of fabric. I looked down at it as it was a matching bra and panties with stockings. I looked up at her with confusion just in time to see her taking scissors to the clothes I was wearing that day. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I yelled in desperation. “I'm destroying the last of your silly boy clothes. Now be a good girl and do as you're told, or else I'm going to show everyone just how tiny you really are! You got it you stupid slut!?” she was getting visibly upset with my slow reaction to her commands. “Don't you get it, I fucking own you now, you will do what I say, or ill make your life even worse! This can go the hard way or the easy way, but either way it's MY way, so what will it be?” she stood over me pointing the scissors at me in a slightly threatening manor. I could tell she was very serious, and if she was capable of doing this to me, I couldn't believe what else she could do. As the tears fell heavily from my eyes, her victorious smile beamed from her face as she watched me slowly pull the panties up my bare legs.

After I put on the lingerie, I had pretty much given up at that point and did as I was told. I sat at my desk chair as she commanded how she wanted me to do my nails and makeup, staring at my now very feminine looking closet, hardly listening to her and her plans for me. I didn't think it was a benefit that I already was an expert at make-up and nails outside my future career, but I guess it is now. I had spent time applying makeup on others much more than myself. With her demands leading my choices, I couldn't believe just how pretty of a girl I made. I haven't had full glam makeup on my face since I was a kid and my mom was teaching me. It made me sick just how unmistakable from a girl I resemble. 

“Time for the cherry on top!” she said as she produced a belly button piercing. I knew what was coming next and just laid down on my bed without saying a word, trying not to cry from the further humiliation and ruin my makeup. Oh my god, why did that thought come to my mind?! I shouldn’t give a shit about my makeup and looking pretty!!! She’s destroying my life!! Why the fuck do I care about being pretty right now?!? This bazaar internal struggle took over as she pierced my belly button, permanently adding to my girly appearance. I felt helpless, devastated, and had no idea what to do.

She then had me stand as she got on her knees in front of me, she took the Tootsies Roll, placed it on my flat chastity, and started to rub, and gently suck it as if it was my dick. Giggling as she tried to be sexy. “I bet you wish this was your liitle clitty, after all, its bigger! But I bet you wished I would be pleasing it and making you feel so good. But that pathetic micro clity won't ever get any pleasure for the rest of your life, at least not like a boy.” she then pulled out a small vibrator. “I guess you'll even have to please yourself like a girl too!” she giggled some more as she tuned it up full and placed it on my chastity. It vibrated my clitty hard, and I hate to admit it did feel good. In a short time, I started squealing like a little girl and wiggling all around as she kept it relentlessly pressed against my cage.

I hate to admit it, but I could actually feel an organism building. How could I be letting myself get turned on right now!? Then suddenly she stopped. She looked at me with so much pleasure, “Wow, you were actually getting horny from that! Look how red you are! Well, I'm so glad you liked it! If you're a good girl and do as I say, I might actually let you borrow this in a few weeks to cum, but you have to behave yourself! Right now I want a cute picture of you!” she took out her phone and started to instruct me just how she wanted me to pose. “Perfect!” she exclaimed as she snapped her pictures. “I'm going to have so much fun playing with you!” I knew my life was forever changed, and this was just the beginning.

-KatieroseOgCap

[mxrobotlegs]

My Journey

hey! in celebration of Pride Month, I'm going to finally write about my Gender Journey™ (because the word "transition" doesn't quite describe it) throughout the past 5 years and my life as a whole. I hope that this will allow someone else to get something out of my experiences, now that I've decided to record all this down. to be honest, I hadn't done this yet as I only just now figured myself out to a level where I'm comfortable discussing all this publicly, and this is where I decided I'd put it!

Childhood

let's start out with the beginning. I was assigned male at birth and raised in a conservative area of northern Florida (yuck, I know). throughout my childhood, I always felt like being a "boy" wasn't right for me. I had to deliberately act masculine to fit in, and even then, it all felt like I was just performing for them and that I wasn't really part of the group. this wasn't the only experience I had back then that was like that, either.

privately, I had a desire to wear feminine clothing and makeup. I even did so secretly by using my mom's collection while she was away from the house. I enjoyed this and it made me happy, but I also felt guilty because "boys" being feminine didn’t go without ridicule at the time and I was doing it behind her back. I told my mom what I was doing due to the guilt. despite her having conservative values, she was surprisingly supportive at the time, even offering to help me try on other clothes of hers. however, I had too much anxiety about accepting her offer and what would happen to me if I did so I ended up dropping it.

all my curiosity at the time in gender expression also led to me looking up "boy to girl" transformation videos and other stuff like that on YouTube and other websites, but I didn’t learn about queer people in a positive way from any of that. this was all happening around 2008 or 2009, so the web wasn't super accessible back then and I was an 8- or 9-year-old newbie. school didn't help, either, since I was being home-schooled with a Christian curriculum, which of course would not mention such topics. the only real expression of any sort of femininity that I had was occasionally having older girls tie up my hair in a ponytail just to "tease" me (I totally didn't enjoy it with an ulterior motive). this was also around the time that the show "I Am Jazz" was popular, but I didn't feel that I was like her, either, nor did I think it was possible for me to be like her since I viewed my gender as immutable. as a result, I dismissed my feelings, and I wouldn't think about them for years to come.

Adolescence

fast forward 8 years to when I'm 15 or 16. after years of toxic masculinity, I started thinking about my identity again. however, this time, I’d been exposed to transgender communities online such as "r/egg_irl," and I was confused by them as I thought that anyone would press that button. you know, the one which would instantly turn them into the opposite gender (of course they would!). I asked my friends, all guys, this same question and every single one said "no." this was my first wake-up call that maybe I'm not as cisgender as I thought I was, and that maybe I should consider HRT. I also thought about working inside my assigned gender and wearing stuff like utility kilts (don't say a word) just so that I could wear clothes closer to what I could wear if I was a different gender than a "guy." needless to say, I did not go through with the kilt idea as my friends and other people thought it was strange and most of my anxiety at the time came from other people's thoughts about me, unfortunately.

in 2015/16, U.S. discourse about queer people wasn’t great as anti-SJW movements were at their peak back then and gay people were often the butt of their jokes, making coming out of the closet seem like social suicide at the time. this terrified me as I started to realize that I needed to do something about my feelings despite all the negativity, so I researched the topic further. it only solidified my desires. at the time, I was also planning to go to the U.S. Naval Academy in a year, having been in NJROTC since the start of high school. this made my anxiety that much worse as it would be rough for someone in the middle of HRT.

I decided to tell my mom how I felt a couple of months later, and she said what I feared most: that I had to choose between living my life as the true me and the Naval Academy, my dream. by then, I had already went through much of the admissions process and been accepted (a huge pain), and this threw me back into the closet for years to come as I didn't want to give up on my ambitions. funny enough, a year later in June of 2017, I started my time at the Academy with their version of first-year indoctrination, and I decided the whole military thing wasn't for me and dropped out (painful, I know).

Early-Adulthood

despite the Naval Academy situation, I was able to get into Florida State University at the last moment in July 2017 and move out of my parents' to live off-campus in a small studio apartment. the next six months were the most miserable, lonely period I’ve ever experienced. I holed up in that apartment until I got my first girlfriend (and she was straight) in December of that year. let's call her "Stinky." she and I went on a break a couple months later in early 2018 after an argument, so I went to visit my parents back in my hometown to escape from her. during the visit, the feelings that I was experiencing before I went to the Academy resurfaced. this led to me telling my mom how I felt again, but I stuck to my guns this time, insisting that this was what was right for me. I also told her that I didn't want her to tell my dad yet as I was worried about how he would react (he was my role model and a Vietnam War veteran). she agreed, and she said she would need some time to think about all this. I drove back to university.

their reaction wasn't great, to say the least. my mom called me later and said she was upset about the news. I decided to go back home the next weekend to talk with her about it in person as I was concerned. during our discussion, she went on to dismiss my feelings and make it seem like I was making a mistake, implying heavily that I will be some sort of freak at the end and that the process would be long and difficult. strangely, my dad was distant the entire time. while I was on a drive with him, I confronted him about his behavior, and he then told me to not act on my desires until "after he was dead." I guess that she had told him despite my wishes. this whole situation threw me back into the closet, again, because I naturally valued my parents and didn't want to lose them. I told them to forget about it and that it was just due to me being sexually frustrated.

however, I couldn't fend off my feelings for long after that. I was back to dating Stinky. I tried to keep the act up for my parents as well as her, but it took less than half a year this time for it to fall apart. it was May 2018, and I started to feel that I needed to do something or I would have to deal with gender misery forever. I thought, "well, if nobody is going to support me, I'll just have to do it myself without any of them knowing and deal with the consequences later." Stinky and I had planned a vacation to Miami to visit her family later in the year during August, and I figured out a way to get HRT, using the trip as an opportunity.

the plan was that at the end, I would fly back to Tallahassee while she spent some more time with her family down South. in May, I had secretly scheduled an appointment with Planned Parenthood (using informed consent) that would take place during that brief time we were apart. this was so that I wouldn't have to go to a psychologist as I was still an 18-year-old and it would cost too much. I drove 4 hours to Orlando (the nearest location to Tallahassee that offered HRT), completed the appointment, and drove 4 hours back.

my prescription for spironolactone and estradiol was filled the day that Stinky came back. I decided that I should tell her what I was doing and that I needed this. she became distraught and made me feel guilty, but I stood my ground and took my first dose that same day. 1 week later, I went to a cryogenic storage appointment before the medication started taking effect in earnest so that I would have the option in the future of having biological kids (no matter how unlikely that seemed at the time). I also started laser hair removal for my facial hair shortly after. the next couple of months were rough, with her frequently telling me how terrible I made her feel due to my changing body, but also that she still didn't want to break up with me. she was disgusted by the effects of HRT. this didn't help my state of mind as I still wanted to continue dating her, too, even though this relationship was obviously not healthy for either of us.

in October 2018, just a couple of months later, I deluded myself into thinking I could repress my feelings for her and stopped taking the medication, even watching anti-trans media to attempt to reinforce that effort. this didn't work as less than a month later on November 16th, I realized that living a lie for someone else was a terrible idea and I started taking the medication again (I haven't stopped since). we continued "dating," but it was dysfunctional, with her eventually losing attraction to me. we broke up in the second half of 2019. she was still my roommate for months afterwards (which was terribly painful and filled with drama).

during that mess of a relationship, however, I also had to plan for my parents' reaction. I wouldn't be able to hide this from them forever. expecting a similar outcome to what happened in 2018, I did everything I could to become independent just in case they disowned me or wanted to have leverage in a confrontation. whether it was financial (I took my money out of their bank account and put it into my own), or alternative transportation in the case that they took my car (I bought a motorcycle), or even health insurance (I obtained new insurance through my university), I got it done. in February of 2019, I was completely independent, even leveraging my status as a veteran from my time at the Naval Academy to obtain educational grants that would otherwise be unobtainable due to my parents' income (they weren't even paying for my education to begin with!).

this turned out to be a wise decision as during a visit to my parents in May, I would be forced to come out to them after almost 6 months of continuous HRT. my parents noticed subtle changes like a feminine bracelet I wore around them, that I was shaving my legs, and that my face looked softer, but I think that I still went largely under the radar. I explained the changes as being normal "guy" stuff (for example, shaving your legs helps with swimming, of course). one day, my parents and I went out shopping. my mom and I walked into a shopping center while my dad waited in the car. as she and I were chatting on the way in, she patted my back and felt the bralette that I was wearing to conceal the effects of HRT. she said, "what is that?" and glared at me. I cursed my negligence and told her what she didn't want to hear. she was silent as we walked into the store and said that I was "mutilating my body" as we walked out. we got back into the car and drove home with my dad. the drive felt terrifyingly slow, and I didn't know what awaited me when it was over.

this time, however, I decided that I wasn't going to let this narrative be controlled by my parents. as soon as we got home, I told them that I wanted to have a conversation with them. I explained to them that I had been taking feminizing hormones for over six months and that this was the right decision for my happiness. I endured verbal abuse from my mom and silence from my dad. she said things such as "you're confused," "nobody will love you," "you'll get beat up," "you'll be ugly," and even "you're mutilating your body" again. to this day, I still do not forgive her for what she said that night, and how could I? after she was done with her assault, I explained very plainly: "you will either have a daughter or you will have no child at all." that seemed to resonate. they said that were so resistant to all this out of "love" for me. I told them my experiences and why I was doing this. I also explained that my gender expression is separate from my sexuality, which isn't changing. they didn't know or care about any of that until then. they had to listen to me, and they had to accept me. and if they didn't accept me, they would lose me, either by me never talking to them again, or by suicide if I had to continue performing the gender they wanted.

today, they are strong advocates for queer rights after ultimately deciding to stand behind my choices. they even supported my desire to get multiple gender-affirming surgeries in late 2020. but I don't know how it would have turned out if they had had leverage over me back then, and I didn’t want to find out.

Adulthood

a couple of months after Stinky and I’s breakup, to cope with it (I felt like it was my fault even though it wasn't) and the discomfort about my changing body, I escaped into virtual reality. for the next couple years, my social life was almost entirely on the internet as I didn't have to deal with anxiety and could present myself exactly the way I chose. this immersive world helped me discover the new me and how I wanted to act. I experimented with the way I talked, the way I acted, my disposition, and many other things, until I found a persona, my persona. I even experimented with my sexuality and determined that yes, I’m still not attracted to masculine people and no, I’m not entirely opposed to polyamory.

some more time passes - 2021, two years ago - despite “finding myself” through years of socialization and personal introspection, I still put myself inside the gender binary (I blame my upbringing). I thought that I had to be either a man or a woman, and that anything else outside of that box wasn't a real option for me. for whatever reason, I also had this misconception that being non-binary wasn't being, well, non-binary, but instead still having to fit somewhere on the binary spectrum despite its name, just not necessarily at either end.

at this point, in all ways, whether by government ID or by gender presentation, I was a woman. my friends and family all knew me as a woman, I identified as a lesbian, and I thought this was the end. after 3 years, nothing could change.

but despite everything, I still never truly felt like a "woman" or even a "girl" despite my “transition” being as complete as it could be. I would subconsciously refer to myself as a "person" or in the case of my parents, their "child," or relating to my S.O., her "partner." anything else didn't feel right when others said it or even when I said it to myself. this feeling wasn't something new to me, either. previously, I had chalked it up to dysphoria making me think that I didn't yet deserve to be a "woman" and that's why I didn't feel comfortable yet. but, realistically, it had to be something else. it should make me happy to be gendered "correctly." which it did, initially, as I was struggling to pass in public during the start of my transition (I viewed it as an accomplishment). but now that I was passing as a “woman” nearly all the time, however, it made my stomach turn when a person referred to me with gendered terms. that feeling wasn't present when someone referred to me as “she” or even “they,” and I couldn't figure out why.

outside of the very start, my gender presentation has never been very feminine. I mostly wear androgynous clothing. I tried wearing makeup, and to my surprise, I determined that I liked myself without makeup more. my interests don't really consist of traditionally feminine things, and I stopped shaving my legs (my parents complained about that one). I've played with the possibility of being non-binary, but it still never really resonated with me and I felt like it just wasn't the right fit.

I've now been on this journey for almost 5 years. last Friday, while I was at the dentist, I noticed that my hygienist was confused by my gender presentation due to how she stumbled between she and he pronouns every other sentence when referring to me. I was amused because generally someone would decide what they thought I was, stick to one set of pronouns, and I would correct them if needed. the situation felt comical, almost unreal, and it made me think about how glad I was to not have to be in her shoes. she then brought me to the front desk after she was done with the cleaning and I corrected her with a simple “she” when she started to talk about me again (my initial amusement had worn off). the hygienist became flustered and I smiled. this made me think, “why do I enjoy someone else’s confusion about my gender?” I’d experienced this feeling a couple of times in the past but I’d never given it much thought.

now, thanks to way too much self-analysis (and my partner’s love and support, of course), I have found the reason for these feelings and why labels never fit me. it’s because I simply do not think of myself in gendered terms. I’m just “me.” I was also never comfortable referring to myself as transgender, now knowing that it was because it implied that I went from being one gender to being another (which never felt accurate). being a “woman” also started to feel like it was holding me back, making me realize that the explanation is that I just…

don't have a gender.

agender it is. let's say that I have transcended the concept of gender entirely. fuck having a gender. who needs one? I sure don't. I never have.

happy Pride!

[usakiboi]

My art ain’t exactly arting lately so until I get my groove back (my desire to draw gay people in 4k) here’s a list of my naruto headcannons but it’s specifically for my au

Sakura

Blasian

Naturally blonde like her mom but dyed her to match her fathers, unfortunately the colored ended up being lighter than she planned

She isn’t a terrible cook but she gets distracted easily and burns the food she makes

Sleeper build

Went on strike when the public became outraged with her decision to marry Hinata

Acts super girly but is a huge tomboy

allergic to cats

Retired jounin and focuses on her hospitals as well as her family

Sakura regularly checks on Hinata’s heart and goes doctor mode immediately even if all Hinata is doing is catching her breath

Hinata

Plus size

Chinese on her Father’s side and Japanese on her Mother’s

Can eat a lot but doesn’t in fear of what other people would think

Her dream is to prove her self worth to her clan, as she grows her dream changes from simply wishing to prove herself to also wanting to free the branch members from their seals

She becomes the Hyuga advisor and right hand man to Clan Head, Hanabi

She’s retired from active duty to handle clan matters

Hyuga in general are one of the shortest in terms of height when it comes to Konoha. Hinata is the shortest

Has a glare that can rival her father’s but she’s naturally patient and easygoing that you almost never see it

Knits gifts for her friends

Due to the Pein fight as well as her fight with Neji her health isn’t the greatest and if she exerts herself too much she will become sick. After falling ill immediately after the war she and her family made the decision to take her off the roster

Boruto

Is stupidly smart but can’t focus for shit so he fails his test simply because he doesn’t get enough time to fill out the paper

Can cook

Has on multiple occasions argued why pink is in fact a manly color

Never hits his growth spurt and is only slightly taller than his mom when he gets older

Regularly argues with Momoshiki when he gets bored

Would willingly jump off a mountain if you dared him

Has a scar on his forehead from where he broke Momoshiki’s horn

Cant dress for shit

Sarada

Secretly into really nerdy and geeky things

Takes over the cooking when her mother gets distracted

Her glasses classify as a help aid both normally and when she uses her sharingan. Taking them off while using her sharigan could permanently damage her eyes

A majority of her strength comes from enhanced chakra but in her free time she does strength workouts to build her muscles so she can use less chakra when fighting

Would rather her team see her as useful and someone to depend on than someone they need to protect

Mitsuki

Autistic

Like far on the spectrum

overthinks

Gets sluggish in the cold

Albino

has the same marks around his eyes like his parent along with scales on his skin

Refers to Jiraiya and Tsunade as Aunt and Uncle

Also refers to Team taka (excluding sasuke) as aunt and uncles

He calls sasuke big brother in private and Mr.Sasuke around other people

Was responsible for the cut on Log’s face

Baggy top skinny jeans/leggings gay

Orochimaru

Gender-fluid and currently presents as feminine

Cant handle spicy food

Cant handle cold foods

Cant handle cold weather

The stretchy neck, long tongue, and ofher snake features are all clan related traits such as the Inuzuka and their sense of smell

Orochimaru’s mother could also stretch her arms just like Mitsuki can

Orochimaru is still in possession of the Zetsu body and much more prefers it as it last longer than the human bodies and is also moldable, making them able to keep a youthful appearance like they have in Boruto

Horrible self-regulation skills and will starve if they aren’t checked up on

Everyone they’ve ever met has a personal journal made about them stored away in their library

Same height as Hinata

Doesn’t curse or raise his voice ever so it’s really hard to tell when he’s upset

[ideasatemynights]

I headcanon that newt used to be self conscious about his weight but stopped caring after awhile

Oh yeah definitely, I 100% agree with that!! I've thought A Lot about Newt's relationship with his weight as someone who's fat irl and is also pretty similar to him in personality according to irl people I know, which definitely leads to the Projection. Some general sorts of headcanons about this (warning for internalized fatphobia, disordered eating, and just a fair amount of self hatred below. Also I wrote this in one big block in the middle of the night, so it's going to be kind of incoherent.):

☆Absolutely is someone who's always been naturally chubby/fat. He didn't really think anything of it when he was really little because he looks like his dad and uncle and they're so cool and he loves them so much!! He was always more focused on catching cool bugs and playing Godzilla with his dad and uncle anyway.

☆Once he got to be a little bit older in school, he definitely started feeling insecure. He already had a target painted on his back because he was too smart, too loud, too passionate, too rude, basically too ND for all the other kids and even the teachers (not helped by the fact that he was always ahead in school), so his classmates absolutely started picking on him for his weight and probably his height too. Because of all of that, he started feeling really bad about his body and wishing that he looked different.

☆This also intersects with my HCs about Newt being trans and his relationship with his mom. His mom was the only person in his family who was more thin and conventionally attractive and because he was AFAB, before he came out she basically just wanted to use him as a doll to parade around and show off on the rare occasions she actually saw him and because of that she tended to be critical of a lot of aspects of his appearance. There was a lot of her fussing over him and telling him that he should diet, grow his hair out, be more proper and less messy, dress more feminine, etc, which didn't help his self esteem. Once he came out as trans, she basically just stopped talking to him altogether.

☆There's also a lot of fatphobia in trans spaces, medical gatekeeping based on weight, belief that fat people can never be read as their correct gender, lack of gender affirming products for fat trans people, etc, which also doesn't help.

☆Once he started at MIT (probably around 15 based on canon info??), he was even more in the spotlight because he was known very publicly as a prodigy, was in a lot of news articles and stuff, won a lot of awards, etc, which added a whole other layer of scrutiny from the public to his appearance. He was also pretty isolated from same age peers because of it, so when he did get to socialize with them, his naturally poor social skills were even more atrophied because of it. Because of that, he was subjected to even more weight based bullying than he would have been otherwise, which did an additional number on his self esteem.

☆When Newt started writing with Hermann, he never would have admitted it, but he was kind of happy that Hermann couldn't see him. He had kind of reached a point where he assumed anyone would immediately write him off because of his appearance and particularly his weight and he was so happy to finally be able to make a friend who couldn't dismiss him based on the way he looked. He knew that Hermann could definitely find pics of him online, but he was hoping that the relationship he built through writing would cancel out the way he looked (obviously a super unhealthy thought process, but uhhh). The fact that the first healthy relationship Newt had ever had with a peer was also with a guy who didn't originally know what he looked like also unintentionally reinforced some bad body image stuff.

☆When Newt figured out he was falling in love with Hermann, he was even more terrified of Hermann learning what he looked like. Like he hadn't had a good track record with making friends or people affirming his appearance in the past, but he uhhhh especially hadn't had a good track record with romance. He had been rejected a lot and when someone had gone out with him, they were clearly using him for easy make out sessions and the sort, while not really caring for his personality or appearance in the slightest (and oftentimes making digs at them). Newt was certain Hermann wouldn't do that, but he was still convinced that the only way someone could like him was despite his weight and he was terrified that Hermann wouldn't like him enough for his personality to cancel out the difference (once again, not true and definitely unhealthy, but he's having a real bad time).

☆So they finally meet in person and it goes poorly. It had nothing to do with Newt's appearance and logically he knows that, but there's still some small deeply unkind part of him that's convinced that Hermann took one look at him and decided he was too fat and ugly to even consider staying in contact with, much less dating.

☆(In actuality, Hermann took one look at him and instantly thought that he was the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life. He desperately wanted to press Newt up against the wall and grab his love handles and kiss every inch of his mouth and face and neck and chest he could get his hands on. Being Hermann, he was deeply mortified by having such lewd thoughts about a colleague, especially one so obviously attractive to him, which definitely contributed to them both being incredibly awkward and off their game while meeting.)

☆By this point, I think Newt's in a really bad place mentally with his body and his relationship with his weight, so I think he ends up in a depressive episode for a while. This has the side effect of killing his appetite and so he ends up losing some weight which is really not physically healthy for him, but he feels a sick sort of pleasure in anyway. When he meets back up with Hermann when they're both stationed in HK, Hermann is still fucking pissed at him (just as Newt is likewise), but he's also legitimately worried about Newt because he doesn't look well by the standards of his body. Hermann ends up eventually asking about it, which only pisses Newt off and honestly brings up a fuckton of trauma for him and also causes Newt to believe that Hermann really is disgusted with him and his body.

☆As the war rages on and rations get tighter and they start working longer and longer hours, Newt loses even more weight which once again causes a sick sort of pleasure in him, despite logically knowing as a biologist that this is in fact very very bad for him and his body. He never intentionally tries to restrict food or lose weight, but he can't help feeling some pleasure at being so much more thin than he's used to. By the time the movie starts, he looks like he actually does in it, where he's soft around the edges, but not fat anymore. Hermann doesn't bring it up both because it's the result of the last days of war and because last time Newt got very upset, but he watches from the sidelines and is very worried about him.

☆When Newt drifts with Hermann, there's a lot of surprise on Newt's end that not only does Hermann like him and not only is Hermann actually in love with, but Hermann actually likes his body in its natural form when it's treated well. In fact, Newt is kind of stunned at how attracted Hermann was to him at their first meeting and the fact that while Hermann would be attracted to him at any weight, Hermann definitely distinctly prefers him fat and healthy and happy. This also causes Newt to realize that Hermann was legitimately concerned about him when he asked about his eating habits, etc, and that maybe the way Hermann treats him is the way he should have been treated all along.

☆Now this obviously doesn't fix everything in one go because a lifetime of trauma doesn't just go away overnight, but going to mandated therapy post war helps, along with a healthy relationship with Hermann, more time to relax, the ending of rationing and the entire world recovering, etc. He eventually gains all of his original weight back and then some and Hermann is so fucking in love with his incredibly handsome sexy fat husband and his wonderful mind and personality. Like don't get me wrong, they're still complete bitches to one another, but they adore each other and work through their insecurities together and it's wonderful.

Once again, I'm writing this at 3 am, so I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense. Also forgive me for the huge block of text, you unlocked A Thing I Go Insane About.

[localplaguenurse]

do you know what’s been stuck in my mind… the gingko being mama’s boy/girl. do you have anything like headcanons/drabbles to feed my mind🙏 ofc only if you have time for it!!!

I'm technically on a "no posting until new years break" BUT I did say that I was gonna be answering my asks like normal. Plus it's ginkgo! I can't not talk about ginkgo! I'm just gonna do short headcanons per kid because I'm writing for five of them rip-

Yánjiāng

Mama's boy through and through

However, Yánjiāng likes to show his affection for people he loves by teasing and lightly bullying them and unfortunately his mom gets it the worst (affectionate)

It's mostly because they're short compared to all their children and husband, and Yánjiāng is the tallest of the ginkgo kids.

A lot of putting things out of reach and pretending to use his mom's head as an armrest, and he gets the dumbest shit eating grin whenever they scold him.

He also does it so he can be the one to help his mom when they need something.

Wifey knows it's all in good fun so they don't actually scold him when he does it, but man when they do scold him for real, the shame is so palpable. He looks like a kicked puppy.

If anyone hurts his mom, he might not be the first to attack but he's definitely leading the other ginkgo kids and he's hitting the hardest. He gets that from his father.

Lihua

I'd say she's a daddy's girl

I think she's equally close with both parents and in different ways, but it's her father's validation she wants more

It's not that she doesn't want to impress her mom, but more that she doesn't worry about disappointing Wifey the same way she worries about disappointing Morax

When she was still a little boy I imagine the two of them would have done a lot of typically masculine activities, namely a lot of play fighting and training, but as she grew up and was figuring things out, she hung out with her mom more and enjoyed "feminine" activities

She was pretty confident he would support her transition, but was worried they weren't going to have the same bond as before she came out

Was SUPER relieved when he was not only super supportive of her coming out, but actively took interest in her new hobbies/interests

She lets him braid her hair or do her makeup

She's also a little cocky like Yánjiāng so she likes to say she's the favourite child/daughter, and she still calls him "baba"

Zhusha

She's actually closer to her mother than father

I not only imagine her looking the most like Wifey, but also acting the most like them too

She's not as rowdy as her siblings, so it's more natural that while they're roughhousing and what not, Zhusha sticks with the other family introvert

She happens to control sedimentary rocks, and you know what's in sedimentary rocks? Sand and clay

You get glass from sand and pottery from clay, so as such I think she would have naturally drifted more towards art and specifically sculpting, so that's how her and Wifey bond

I just really like the mental image I have in my head of Zhusha making the bowls and vases while Wifey paints them

In my head Wifey's always preferred drawing and painting over sculpting, but that's my own bias towards drawing

I don't get to talk about her as much as the others and I should do that more

Yaling

Absolute daddy's girl

All the ginkgo kids have pointier canines but only her and Feng have big ol fangs like baba (Feng's are bigger though, he's got CHOMPERS)

Unlike her siblings though she did NOT get his height and she WILL stay mad about that

She's still taller than mom but STILL

Loves listening to her baba's rambling, especially about geology

Literally them

Also she's the type that presents herself as very Mature and Serious, but is actually not just very silly but also an absolute menace

Whenever her older siblings would go to tell on her she'd put on the waterworks and run to Morax like "baba they're bullying me!!!"

Nothing is more infuriating than seeing the evil smirk of a four year old girl while your father scolds you for something you didn't even do

That only worked a few times when she was very little, it stops working once you're older than like six and your parents have figured it out, or when you reach the age that your siblings can dish back to you without mercy

Feng

He's a big ole mama's boy

He's a golden retriever himbo with a great big heart of gold, and because Wifey is still a "mortal" he wants to make sure they're safe and happy and all that good stuff

He and his sister also share the most resemblance with Wifey

When Feng lost his leg, Wifey was the only member of the family he could be comforted by, he didn't want to be around his siblings and couldn't handle being around Morax

Tldr: Feng had a forge and the rule was that he could only go in if Morax was there, Feng went in and ended up pouring metal on his leg which ended in him getting it amputted

He already felt awful because he felt like those were the consequences of his actions, but felt worse when Morax suggested he lose forge privileges for a while because he broke the rules

That sparked a whole argument between him and Wifey because Feng lost his leg, that's punishment enough, which also made him feel bad because he'd never seen his parents argue before and it was about him

He was too ashamed and upset to be around Morax until Wifey put them in the same room and made them talk it out

This story does have a happy ending, I promise. Feng loves his dad, they get along really well, but who knows what would have become of them if not for Wifey.

Anything my beta reader adds onto this in regards to the twins is also canon fyi, she basically yoinked them and we have joint custody

[alexawynters]

Question to the trans men out there, I am in need of some advice, please!!!

(People from home I think I cleared you out but if I missed you and you see this post - no you didnt)

So this is probably weird and please don't judge me, but.. how did you always know you were a guy? How did you know, did you feel like you were trapped in the wrong body, or were there other clues?

Just asking because.. well.. just for some background, I am afab lesbian, but when I was little my daycare once asked me which Disney character I'd like to be and I apparently said "Aladdin ", and I think about that a lot.

I also think about how I always felt wrong growing up, and then I learned about lesbians and I thought "oh I'm not in the wrong body, I'm just a lesbian".

But.. I don't know? Haha. Weird. My friends say I'm way too feminine in my mannerisms to ever be a dude the few times I've jokingly brought it up. Not sure if that's just the patriarchy and toxic masculinity or if they're right and I'm just super confused lol 🙃 I will absolutely give them that I do have what are considered to be feminine mannerisms and I am absolutely very in touch with my emotions (I will cry at the drop of a hat - I'm squishy, don't yell at me).

I've always been friends with girls, I've always liked/loved girls. I know for a fact I'm attracted to women, and I'm not overly fond of men. The few male friends I have are usually trans men, or gay men, but even they are few and far between.

I love video games, I love adventurous things like horse back riding or going to the shooting range, but I also love when my girl friends want to come spill the tea, I get super giddy, like come on girrrlll, spill! He said wHAT?! The AUDACITY!

But also I hate my body. Total body dysmorphia, I cry and vomit when I have to look in the mirror too long. To be clear this is not just because I am over weight although that certainly doesn't help. My tits are DDD and I mean they're fantastic if I wanna wear a blouse (barf), but if I wanna wear a t-shirt it makes like this weird shelf I hate it.

I look at men's bodies, even those not super fit, and I'm envious. The jaw, the shoulders. The fit of the clothes, ughhh I wish my clothes fit ME like that! I've tried! Multiple exercises, I've seen masc women say get rid of your curves to help build that physique but it never seems to do the job. Everyone compliments me on my highly hourglass figure. I hate it.

I see tiktok and Tumblr posts of trans men who are almost fully transitioned, and they look so happy in themselves, so confident. They look like how *I* want to look.

Growing up, any time I tried to wear anything I felt remotely comfortable in, my mother would say I looked like a "dyker-biker" (wtf even is that insult, mom???). Which isn't inherently anything bad, but the way she said it always made me feel like I should be ashamed, so I feel like I learned to avoid wearing the clothes I actually wanted to wear.

I hate dresses and skirts. I don't care what temperature it is outside. I would rather die than wear either. Shorts, pants, or nothing.

I've sort of tried to broach the topic with friends as I mentioned, and they always say I'm too feminine, or I would have to be gay (no offense men, no thank you). Don't get me wrong our entire friend group is queer lf some sort with the exception of two token straight friends, so the topic should be safe with them if I qanted to bring it up more seriously. But the brushing it off has me terrified. They used to talk about a former friend of ours for example when we were in college and you know figuring ourselves out, who used to waffle between their identity and we all (I'm ashamed to say I went along eith it) said they were just doing it for the attention or to go with the flavor of the month.

Well.. I don't want them to think that about me. Karma is a bitch haha. Especially not my best friend. She's been my best friend for almost two decades, we've had ups and downs, we've grown, we've been through everything together. She's like my sister. I don't know what I would do if I figured this out, made some decision, and lost her because of it.

I know that's doing her and our friendship a disservice, we have grown, we aren't in hs or college anymore. She is the most caring and understanding person I've ever met, but I'm so, so scared.

That's not even to speak of my family. My mother took twenty five years to properly accept that I'm gay. She nearly crashed the car when I first came our (not my best timing tbf). My mother and I have finally made great strides in repairing our relationship, I'm not sure I want to rock the boat with even trying to figure this out.

I thought when I moved from Mississippi to Denver that I would leave everything and everyone behind and start over completely so I could figure this out. That didn't happen because life is fucking expensive and I ended up moving with some friends back home, I haven't really made any new friends and I certainly haven't let go of the old. I'm terrified to explore any of this, but I'm so tired of feeling miserable and not feeling like I'm myself. I don't know who that person is yet but I'm 34 and I want to finally finally figure that out and then be them.

So I guess I'm wondering, how do you know? How do you know who you are? And is it possible that I could just be a straight man in a woman's body? While still maintaining my mannerisms? Or maybe I'm just supposed to be a butch 'bean? But that doesn't feel right either. Idk lol pls send help haha I'm not crying while I write this or anything it's fine.

Also sorry this is all over the place.

[callsign-mimic]

Meet Mimic!

(My CoD OC, not me lol)

Lieutenant Renee "Mimic" Foster

(Edit because I forgot to tag @charliemwrites so that Captain Castle Alistair has some idea as to why this creature is so skittish around him. And also so Charlie can squee about her more.)

Name: Renee "Mimic" Foster

Rank: Lieutenant

Aliases: Mimic, Bunny, Maus, Fawn, The Bard, The human equivalent of a Capybara

Official Callsign: Mimic

Age: 34

Gender/Pronouns/Sexuality: AFAB Agender, she/he/they (predominately uses she/her because it's easier and she doesn't actually give a fuck), Pansexual, Panromantic (Gender is meaningless to a mimic).

Marital Status: Officially Single, Unofficially has enough partners to start several sports teams.

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 250lbs of combined fat and muscle. Don't let her plush exterior fool you, she can and will throw down if she has to. She has plenty of thigh, tit, tum, and ass to be the perfect pillow as well. Built for cuddles, but can and will kick your ass.

Hair: Dark brown bordering on black, length ends just between shoulder blades, soft natural waves

Eyes: Pale blue, almost grey in color. Needs corrective lenses to see. Whether she uses contacts or glasses depends on mission requirements.

Personality/Quirks:

AuDHD. Inattentive and hella quiet. Loud, boisterous, and super expressive when hyper.

Wears a choke chain collar outside of missions. Is it a kink thing? No. She likes the weight of it and the sounds it makes when she moves. Can it be a kink thing? Absolutely.

Uncannily laid back and unbothered by most things. It takes a lot to make her angry. Rusty started comparing her to a capybara and often affectionately refers to her as "Capy".

Was in drama, choir, and band. Could definitely have gotten a considerably safer job as that voice actor that surprises you by being the voice of multiple completely different sounding characters.

Terrifyingly perceptive. Her peripheral vision is good enough that she can be sitting right next to a mark and not have to turn to look at them to give updates on their movements.

Practically a shape-shifter. Specializes in infiltration and espionage because she has the energy of an NPC and can integrate herself into most settings so well it just seems natural for her to be there. Need her to be sweet and bubbly? Done. Need an aggressive, short king with a Russian accent? She's got you. Surprisingly androgynous for someone with almost hyper-feminine features.

Fluent in English (native language), German, Russian, and Spanish. Teaching herself Japanese because she is an easily bored millennial weeb.

Sub leaning switch who can dish it out until her targets are puddles, but gets sheepish and flustered the minute she's given a genuine compliment (Stripper likes to make her a squirming mess by whispering praises into her ear while he has a tight hold around her waist. When she can't form proper words anymore is when the kisses start).

A ruthless, efficient killer on missions. Total prey animal off duty.

Sweet as. Will give you the shirt off her back if you need it. Always down to provide cuddles for comfort, a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to vent to.

Mom friend. Somehow ends up being the unofficial den mother of every team she works with (except her own, because Big Papa has the parenting handled for the three little goblins ❤️). She has zero issues with this.

The type of person who thinks being low maintenance is a good thing. Very rarely asks for help or support. Big Papa is the only person she (currently) trusts enough to let him take care of her. If you try to take care of her, she will make up some lame excuse to get away, or try to redirect your attention to something else.

Has all of the hobbies of a grandmother. Can knit, crochet, cross-stitch, embroider, sew, cook, and bake. Also does woodworking, works on cars, and makes weapons (yes, doing the forging and smithing herself). As previously stated, she gets bored easily.

Already has arthritis in her hands because she uses them pretty much nonstop.

[lieutenant-amuel]

So, I’ve been thinking about my OCs quite a lot recently, so I’ve decided to make another “how my characters look like” post. I’ve introduced a few new characters plus some of the old ones have appeared more than once, so I’ve thought it would make sense to visualize them (this is actually super helpful when writing, too, because writing characters when you know how they look like is somehow easier). The first post is here.

I used the same picrews as before because I like them and it’s quite simple to create character designs with them. For most of them - this one, and this one for Ángel’s dad.

Ximena Robledo.

Ximena has dark brown hair, green eyes, and dark skin. She has a protruding chin, wide cheekbones, aquiline nose, so her facial features are kinda large. She’s in her forties and has wrinkles, specifically around the corners of her mouth and on a forehead (I just can’t use two different types of wrinkles at the same time in this picrew akjdjfk).

She’s plump and fairly short (~162 cm). She also has relatively wide shoulders, which makes her an inverted triangle.

Once again I’m not sure about the clothes preferences but I can imagine her being quite stylish. She also loves jewelry, especially some big items.

Imelda Hierro.

Imelda has dark brown hair and olive skin. She also has heterochromia: her right eye is brown and her left eye is green (I mentioned it in the seventeenth chapter, and to be honest, there’s not reason why I made it, I just thought it was cool). She has a square jaw, a humped nose, so her features are kinda sharp. She also prefers having her hair in a ponytail.

Her height is average (~165 cm). I have no idea if this term exists in English but she also has broad bones (big boned?), so you wouldn’t call her either thin nor plump, she’s rather athletic and large if I can say so if any of you is familiar with Kibbe, she resembles Flamboyant Natural

In clothes she probably prefers minimalism and of course she can’t wear it when she fences but she also has a butterfly brooch (which is such an important detail aaaaaaaaa).

Marta Expósito.

Marta has brown wavy hair (this is the perfect hairstyle, just 100% how I imagined it), brown eyes, and dark skin. Overall she has thin and delicate facial features (which makes her similar to Emilio aksjmdkf I swear it happened unintentionally, they’re not related in any way).

Marta is shorter than Imelda (~163 cm), but she still looks taller because, unlike Imelda, she always wears high heels. She has a thin straight silhouette (narrow shoulders, no super visible curves).

When it comes to clothes, she prefers something feminine but you know without being too “girly” - rather elegant and classy.

(I know I barely described her, but really, this picrew is perfect, I don’t have anything more to add).

Hendrik Aakster.

Hendrik (for absolutely no reason I feel awkward referring to my “parent characters” by their names, but okay I’ll try to overcome it) has black hair, green eyes, and light skin.

His height is a bit under the average (~168 cm), his silhouette is straight, and since I already started using this phrase here, he’s big boned as he has a wide straight silhouette (I heard some people calling men like him “a wardrobe” in my language but I don’t think I can say it in English x))

In clothes he’s classy and elegant.

Cornelia Aakster.

Cornelia has dark blue eyes, brown hair, and light skin. Frida generally takes a lot after her mom, just her features are sharper due to her age (she has high cheekbones, a humped nose, and a more prominent chin).

She’s a bit taller than her husband (170 cm; and she wears heels) and has a thin straight silhouette (at this point Frida looks a bit larger, as her bones are wider. Father’s genes after all).

She’s a fashion designer, so she’s clearly stylish and I can imagine her loving jewelry and wearing make-up.

Lucas Suarez.

Lucas has dark brown eyes, brown hair, and dark skin as for more details, just look at him, akhandkjf I really don’t know what to say about him, he’s just some man and I created his design on the spot :’)

Anyway, the thing I’ll add is that he’s tall and slim (~184 cm; Ángel takes after him at this point, but generally he resembles his mother a lot more just don’t tell Lucas). When it comes to clothes, he’s pretty traditional, although he actually was a lot more flashy in his youth.

Maximiliano Enríquez.

First of all, ignore what he and other boys of Gabe’s patrol wear. I tried to make it look similar to the scout uniform but I obviously didn’t succeed.

Second of all, all characters’ appearances below (and Max as well) were born as a result of me playing around in this picrew, so their descriptions are even more brief than the previous ones. I’ll just make little notes on their body types, so you can understand how tall they are in comparison to (adult) Gabe.

Max is shorter than Gabe (~178 cm) and has pretty average body type, not muscular nor skinny, as he’s never been into sports that much. He’s just some healthy (mentally and physically) guy.

Alberto Franco.

Alberto is the tallest among the guys in his patrol (~186 cm), and he’s skinny. He’s a guy of culture after all, he’ll faint after like three minutes of carrying something heavy (might or might not be joking).

And he 100% wears some jewelry items, including ring(s), that clearly prevents him from making a fire or anything, and he might use it as an excuse for not doing the dirty work (but he doesn’t really have a choice because Max will never let him loaf around).

Samuel Cisneros.

Samu is shorter than Gabe (~176 cm), big boned, and plump (so he can give the warmest and tightest hugs :3)

Oscar Téllez.

Oscar is the shortest in his patrol (~170 cm), and just kill me, I don’t know how to describe body types he’s kinda similar to Frida’s dad when it comes to the build: he’s not plump, like Samuel, but he is big-boned and looks wider than Max and Alberto (and kinda Gabe as well, but we all know that Gabe is athletic, so it’s hard to compare them).

Jaime Bernal.

(yes, his first name is Jaime. Yes, I know I still haven’t stated it in my fic, but there’s gonna be a character calling him Jaime someday, I swear)

First of all, I want to make a little note: Jaime is 58 years old and according to the Internet, people of this age are considered “middle-aged”, which I stated in the latest chapter when I introduced him. I’m saying it just in order to avoid confusion, like “why is his hair grey if he’s middle-aged” because he’s had a hard life

Jaime’s height is pretty average (~180 cm; he was taller when he was younger) and due to the military lifestyle, he’s athletic which he’s kept up to his current age (he’s actually quite similar to Gabe, to our Gabe we see in the show)

He wears an emerald brooch that he’s gotten from someone dear to him in the past, and yes, his left arm is prosthetic.

That’s it!

[enchantingcoffeecheesecake]

BIG UPDATE! :D

Did a LOT of gameplay today, so a lot of things happened! To start off, we had the final days of the twins as children, and they worked together on homework, projects, and became even closer than before.

Alice aged up with the Painter Extraordinaire aspiration (how did I guess that would happen? Even with the random selection lmao) and added the whimsical trait to hir traits!

Devon aged up with the Renaissance Sim aspiration (following after Bridget's footsteps) and added on the bookworm trait!

Both of them invited their best friends over to celebrate their birthday. Alice invited Ashly Delgato over and Devon invited Nani Kealoha. All four of them had a great time, and Ashly and Devon were super cute and flirting just about the whole time while Alice and Ashly raved over their favorite authors and what music they liked.

Following this, Devon sat down with Nani and talked with her about his confusion regarding his gender identity. After receiving some advice and some suggestions, Devon began playing around with more feminine presentation and using she/they pronouns (they aged up with the feminine clothing presentation, so it made this a touch more obvious). She also decided to talk with Alice more about this, considering Alice was more than proud of hir gender identity already. Alice was incredibly accepting and so happy Devon decided to share this with zem. Alice asked her if she was going to change her name, and honestly Devon isn't sure yet, and is fine with still going by Devon.

Devon asked for Alice's help in speaking with their moms regarding this, and ze was more than happy to help! Alice spoke with both of them (while drawing, classic Alice), and they were both eager to accept and support Devon in her gender exploration.

Immediately following this, we had Love Day!

Both Ashly and Nani showed up separately to visit, and things settled in in such a straightforward way I was shocked to be completely honest.

Devon laid it on thick with the flirtation and affection, and very quickly got their first kiss.

And then almost IMMEDIATELY after offered to woohoo in the shower and MCCC let me know that because Nani's family is too big the PREGNANCY she had after this was removed Oh My God Devon can you NOT I wasn't ready for that omfg

ANYWAY Alice and Ashly were over there on the couch being all cute and cuddling after flirting quite a bit, and Alice asked Ashly out on a date! They went to Pupperstone Park and had an ADORABLE first date, where Alice had hir first kiss (and then hir first Kiss In The Rain, and Passionate Kiss). Safe to say, they're quite happy together!

Quite a lot! And heavy focus on the Twins this time for obvious reasons, but it was a great update! I'm excited for what's to come!