#stolen gender

[hoardicboy]

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Dragonsteale

When one feels their gender was stolen by a dragon, taken far away to never see again

Etymology; "Dragon" "Steal" and "-ale" meaning related to

Taglist-

@revenant-coining @local-yurei @radiomogai @gennerflooid

[foxpost-generator]

[fallen-trumpet]

Schrodingers dyke is my new gender. I’m stealing it. It’s mine now. Thank you

"You can't be a lesbian if you are a man or like men" and "trans men are all just confused lesbians" can combine to create a hypothetical person who both is and isn't a lesbian. Schrodingers dyke.

[moonyswritinq]

newt : "I'm a man who's got a very specific type."

thomas : "oh, yeah? Like what?"

newt : "oh, y'know — polite, handsome, athletic. That sort of thing."

you, stumbling and falling over a tree root : "motherfucking shit cocksucking LITTLE TREE CUNT!"

newt : "that one, he's my type."

[bogkeep]

new OC that came to me in a vision... she's from the same setting as prince larkspur and dor!

- her name is elka, she's a mercenary Or Something. traveller with a sword, happy to sleep in a hay loft

- she/her pronouns exclusively preferred, but will respond to anything with a shrug as long as it's not malicious

- used to be a nice, polite, pretty prince with good posture. enjoyed none of that

- either aroace or not particularly interested in pursuing intimate relationships, the distinction doesn't matter. likes to keep her friendships fleeting and cool - either because she never stays in one place for long, or to keep her past secret, who's to say

- extremely carefree vibe, but watch out!! she's actually pretty good with the sword and a dozen other types of weaponry

[danpops]

Toby Fox just beamed me a message right into my brain and it says that all human children in the Undertale and Deltarune universes need to get a gender license and that's actually why they're all nonbinary.

[bubblewrapsnek]

Burning divinity-

[crafteafork]

Irony embodied

[akirchi]

LIGHTING A CANDLE!

“i hate all of you, and nothing can change that.”

— characters: akira kurusu / ren amamiya, akechi goro

— pairing: akira x gn! reader, akechi x gn! reader (can be seen as romantic or platonic) , akechi x akira

— content warning: swearing , mention of decapitated heads , murdering cognitive , flirting , depression , r! is a wildcard , r’s! phantom thirf get up isnt explicitly described, rather long.

it was like last time but this time you turned out… different? it was like someone lighting you up with a lighter— like lighting a candle but you were the wax this time, not the lighter, melting every time someone relighted it.

you were burning out, and you were not getting better. since when was the last time you actually felt like you accomplished something?

the last time you made someone proud? the last time someone appreciated you or the hard work you do?

when was the last time you were so happy? felt like you were unstoppable? felt like you were worthy of being in their presence?

why were you a wildcard? there was nothing special about you unlike them. they were special, why’d you think you were special like them?

they can accomplish more then you can. grabbed their diplomas and left you in the dust, with what? they didn’t bother texting you? calling you? when was the last they cared about you?

all of your friends succeed in your dream and you stuck here, being a useless, scum bag, author. you were a famous writer now sure, but why’d you think it was like to ann’s modeling job? yusuke’s art? akechi and akira’s detective work?

you were slowly running out of will, and the fire is almost burned out…

“god, are you stupid, [name]?” you groaned while dragging a hand down your face, your black sweater getting scrunched up as you shoved your hands back into your pockets to look at a familiar place.

leblanc. the place your friend group solely promised to meet up every time they had a break, like right now on this entire break. you swallowed a bundle of saliva and forcing yourself to walk to the door.

shaky hands taking the door knob and opening it, the bell ringing and the place going silent to look at whoever opened the door before it erupted to loudness.

“[name]! omg, it’s been so long since i saw you!” ann greeted first with a hug, as you stood there awkwardly and patting her back. her separating, letting her take in your appearance.

“woah! [name], you look a lot skinner and paler!” ryuji said, almost sounding like a insult to anyone who was outside the friend group.

it was obvious that you were gonna make a snarky reply but it shocked everyone when you didn’t but mumble a uh-huh and went to sit yourself beside makoto, going onto your phone.

everyone thought you were just in a sour mood since your two bestfriends weren’t here yet, so they went back to conversing with eachother.

it was so insufferable to be here. the noise felt like someone was drilling into your head, the way they didn’t bother checking up on you. ignoring you like you were just a crumb on a table.

that was until the bell rang again, there stood in all their glory; akechi and akira, the former phantom thieves went up to the two, one gritting their teeth and clutching their fist, sneaking out quickly when everyone was distracted.

the person disappearing all of a sudden didn’t go unnoticed to the two, you were the first person they laid eyes on and the first person they wanted to see on this meetup.

you declined any other meetup, you stopped responding with a decent flow, you just… disappeared off the gc. you never opened it until a few months ago, and that was when this meetup was planned.

the two of them missed you dearly. you were the one who kept them in shape whenever it was just the three of you exploring mementos despite it being such dangerous for a low number of people but hey, you three weren’t the strongest for no reason.

no one knew what you were going through, you didn’t blame them— i mean, you never told anyone about your problems. how were they supposed to know? this was entirely your fault, and you take full responsibility.

“so, you think [name]… has a palace?” a hangout that was supposed to be fun had turned a drastic one. the air was tense and no one dared to cut it. they should’ve noticed it sooner, you walked in acting differently and then disappeared.

“it’s most likely. the odds are there but we’re not really sure. something’s clearly bothering them and it’s formed into a bigger problem.“ akechi placed a hand underneath his chin, clearly hiding behind a mask to cover up the fact that he’s worried and would rather deal with this problem himself.

“either way, have you found out their code words?” futaba pointed out, standing up from the booth. akira and akechi looked at each other for second and nodded, as akira pulled out his phone.

[name] [lastname]

prison

shibuya

the room flickered a bit, sudden memories of their early phantom thieves activities rushing through their head. they truly did miss the thrill of running through palaces, yet they didn’t expect one to be their fellow teammate.

ann sighed, looking down at her lap guilty, “to think they’d have a palace.” yusuke hummed in response, “they think shibuya is a prison for them?” akira pulled his lips into a straight line.

he had remembered how you wanted out of shibuya, to travel the world without any shackles. it’s sorta ironic that you’d think shibuya was like a prison for you, he could almost give a pity laugh.

“enough chit-chatting. let’s go find their treasure.” makoto stood up, saying those words sternly with everyone on board with her words. akechi sighed and pushing himself off the counter, sending the leader of the phantom thieves a look before they were sent off into your palace.

joker looked down, seeing himself and everyone else in their costumes which… confused him. you saw them as threats? you? someone who had always cherished the rest and never crossed them? he guesses things might’ve changed these past years.

as they descended into the palace, cognitive versions of the others had emerged, each one posing as boss and one of the seven deadly sins. what confused him more was that him and crow were nowhere to be seen when they had reached your treasure.

“that was…”

“short yet lonesome?”

“short and annoying, but yeah. that works too.” ryuji replied to futaba, “so, what now? send a calling card and steal the treasure—“ “no. this was far too easy. the last palaces we’ve encountered, we’ve all met the cognitive versions of the holders, we’ve seen none of them.” akechi cut ryuji off, a rather strict and suspicious tone in his words.

makoto agreed with him, adding onto his statement, “haven’t you noticed? all the troublesome shadows we’ve fought have been us, but we haven’t seen joker’s and crow’s yet. which means…”

the sound of hands clapping had echoed through the room, “i applaud you for catching on so fast.” your disoriented voice made everyone snap their head towards shadow you.

your eyes once so bright had looked so dull. shadow you were dressed in your phantom thieves getup (mask off), it almost fooled everyone if it weren’t for your voice and how dull everything about you looked.

with the snap of your fingers, your treasure was gone and multiple prison guards had appeared and pointed their guns at them. akira narrowed his eyes at you, seeing how your eyes were pinned onto the two of them, a look of absolute disdain in your eyes.

“don’t tell me you don’t know?” akechi scoffed at your words, not threatened by the multiple guns pointed at them, “indulge us with your story then.” your eyes snapped towards him, the barrels of the guns now aimed at his head earning multiple gasps.

“i’m gonna be honest with you guys,” your back was faced towards them, not even sparing them a glance when those words were spat out, “i hate all of you, and there’s nothing that can change that.”

with that you disappeared. your words staining something in all of their hearts. was this how you truly felt about them? did you actually enjoy them? where did everything go wrong?

your words dug a deeper pain in the two boys hearts. the one who kept them from fighting each other, hated them..? they didn’t wanna believe it but it came from you, even though it was the shadow version of you, it was still you.

“joker, crow! watch out!” oracle’s voice yelled out, two unknown figures came out, one going for joker first as two daggers clashed.

standing infront of him was the other version of himself, face completely voided of… well, a face. joker looked towards crow, seeing him in the same predicament before joker clicked his tongue and kicked the cognitive version of himself back.

“we gotta get out of here!” morgana shouted out through the chaos, turning into a van with everybody rushing in and pushing past multiple obstacles to get back to the entrance.

akira leaned back against the seat of the booth, panting heavily with a hand clutching onto his shirt. everyone seemed exhausted, mainly because this was the first time they did a palace run within one day.

“so, [name] does truly hate us.” haru muttered underneath her breath, face drooping in sadness as the words sunk in properly. “h-hey.. we don’t actually believe that, right? there’s no way they actually hate us.” ryuji’s commented, voice wavering and trying so hard to cling onto past memories for hope.

“i’m… afraid they do hate us. cognitive versions of different people are usually how they really are and how they truly feel, so… yes, [name] does hate us.” makoto answered, voice filled with disbelief.

akechi stood up abruptly and left, akira following after closely.

“those two are gonna take the news harder. after all, the three of them were so closely knitted, it’s hard to imagine that [name]’s hated them for so long.” morgana mumbled, his body curling up into himself.

“[name].” the stern voice of akira broke you out of your shock. you looked up at the two people you hated with all of your heart with a raised eyebrow, “what?” the lack of kindness in your voice shoved a knife into their hearts.

akira didn’t hesitate and pulled you into a hug, feeling your body tense, your arms on the side of your body. you gritted your teeth, fists clutching— fuck this. fuck him. fuck akechi. thinking they can do this all of a sudden without checking up on you throughout the months you were lonely.

“get off me.” akira’s grip on your tightened, his face burying itself onto the top of your head, “akira, i said get off me.” akechi’s hand placed itself on top of akira’s shoulder, a stern look on his face.

he finally let you go, seeing how you put a distance between the three of you, “nice seeing you two i guess.” you muttered through your disdain before walking away fast.

“let’s go. i did my part.” akechi chuckled lightly, “ever the trickster, huh?” akira’s lips pulled into a light smirk, “that was purely rhetorical, don’t take it seriously.” way to kill the mood.

everyone stood infront of the treasure, seeing it being a photo of everyone together before they all went their separate ways. seeing how they used to be so young and so close brought memories back, how everyone had became a close knitted friend group until graduation.

“you had the audacity to hug me and send a calling card, but didn’t bother to even send a ‘hi’? don’t worry i don’t hate you guys for that. i have much different reasons.” your disoriented voice echoed through the now different scenery outside on-top of your palace.

low-and-behold, you, with joker and crow’s heads reserved in a cylindrical tanks filled with water. the sight made the two boys stomachs churn at the gruesome sight of ‘themselves’.

shadow you could tell how it got the others uncomfortable, it brought a smile onto your face. “don’t think so deep into it. i just helped you with your problem.”

“we didn’t need your help.” those words had made you drop the smile rather fast, “i don’t need your help either.” you scoffed, hatred absolutely fuelling your body.

“i don’t need your help. i never needed it! i didn’t need it back then! i don’t need it now—“ your hands went up to tug at your hair, everything around you becoming a blur. the sight of you going into a frenzy state made joker take a step forward.

“no! stay away. i hate you. i’ve always hated you! i hated you all. i hated how all of you just left me alone! don’t try and force yourself back into my life.” your voice went down an octave, you snapped your fingers, a deformed version of your persona stood in front of you, defending you from any harm.

“try and keep up now—“ you were cut off by a bullet going through you. your hands went up to the wound, your body swaying back and forth as you jumped down from on top of the cylindrical tank, gun still held up and pointed towards the shadow version of yourself.

“if you kill me… you die too.” your own words made you frown, arm returning back to your side as you turned your back on everyone, “do me a favour and let go.” you looked back at yourself, walking close to the ledge and jumping off, disappearing from the place.

“i… i’m sorry. it was my fault. i never reached out and i never told anyone how i truly felt. i’m so sorry.” you apologized through a shaky tone, shadow you fading away and leaving the group photo on the ground.

“it couldn’t be this easy.” haru commented, looking at makoto worryingly, “still. we got it easy, let’s head out now.” morgana ordered as he noticed the palace was beginning to crumble.

“welcome back. a two day palace run, i’m rather shocked.” you turned to the group when the entered lé blanc, a cup of coffee in front of you as you praised them.

everyone stayed quiet as they stared at you in disbelief and surprise, “don’t look at me like that. you’re acting as if i had due date.” you scoffed, taking a sip of your coffee before you yelped when ann had rushed in and hugged you, the coffee spilling onto the counter.

“[name]! i’m so so so so sorry i never checked up on you! or even tried to hang out with you! i’m sorry.” she apologized, the sudden apology sending you into a burst of red filled with embarrassment.

“yeah, we’re all sorry we didn’t see the signs sooner, we did miss you.” why were they all apologizing? wasn’t it supposed to be you apologizing? you made them go through your own mess, and they’re apologizing? what a weird bunch.

you stared at them weirdly after recovering from your embarrassment, “don’t look at us like that!” ryuji suddenly butted in, approaching you and taking you into a headlock, “you went mia on us! you didn’t even show us your newest books!” the sounds of you asking for help brought laughter into the café.

“yeah, i know! i already apologized for that, dumbass!” you escaped from ryuji’s grasp, slapping the back of his head, “clean up the coffee spill if you wanna make up to me.” you ordered ryuji, seeing him scoff and do it reluctantly.

everything went back to normal, yet akechi and akira needed to settle things with you.

“so, how ‘bout a celebration kiss?”

“don’t test me right now.”

[sadnessisavegetable]

Ghirafemme to grace/curse your eyes depending on how well you pass your wisdom saving throw.

I think she would insist on a Lady prefix title but also insist on being Demon Lord/Lord of Demons because Demon Lady does not carry the same way (unfortunately).

She wouldn’t leave my brain. She still hasn’t left. Send help.

[blueboyluca]

Anyway the movie ends with lesbians and a kelpie puppy so 10/10 five stars no notes. 🌈

[moonyswritinq]

diego : "come on, just admit you have a thing for Five."

you : "no, I do not. 'Cause I'm not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile."

five, overhearing : *sends you a smug smile*

klaus : "yes, you are."

you : "yes, I am."

[yo-kaiwatchkillyourfamily]

y’all I had a dream where trans masculine spider lived in 3-D dig dug and then it was like a bitch like spider who wanted him dead and then DS fish poker

For some reason, the trans masculine spider sounded exactly like some call me Johnny

[icarusflyingtoclose]

Mika @ Umbria Jazz, 2023 (📸 by Mikagigs)

[misterradio]