#this turned long

[bluewonderer]

So, Luffy is actually hyper competent when it comes to outdoor survival.

Fire, of course, is so essential to this. He remembers fire on the quiet beaches of Foosha--remembers Makino's slim, calloused hands building a curious stack of wood, remembers the smell of smoke and the spark of warmth and light. The chocolate from the s'mores she made him got all over his cheeks, in his hair. His sticky fingers picked up a coating of sand and Makino washed his hands in the ocean.

That didn't happen too often. Makino was often dead on her feet, running her bar. But, when Luffy got a little older, when he got curious enough to ask "how do you do that?", she guided his little, chubby hands through the steps to build a fire. He was clumsy, and impatient, and in the end, she had to do it.

It was quiet, it was Makino all to himself surrounded by the stars and the sea and the warmth of the fire.

Shanks and the others never showed him how to build a fire, but their fires were different than Makino's quiet, private ones. The bonfires were huge--taller than Luffy! Even when Benn carried him on his shoulders! It was loud, and so bright it hurt his eyes, and so hot his hair would curl with sweat around his forehead and temples. And the men played so much music, and ate SO much food, and drank so much booze until they sloppily danced with each other and the young men and women from Foosha who were attracted by the fire.

Luffy loved those fires so much--he would feel full for days and days.

Grandpa tried to teach Luffy, maybe. Or maybe, Grandpa believes that he tried to teach Luffy. Really, he just said, "you build a fire like this, see? you need this, and you need to do that, make sure you do NOT do this, and done! there! now you know how to build a fire!"

Luffy did not know how to build one. It would have helped him in the ravine Grandpa threw him in afterward.

Ace and Sabo taught Luffy. Ace taught Sabo before Luffy ever met them. And it was good, because Ace taught a lot like Grandpa. "It's simple, Luffy. You just get this, do this, and don't do, no! I said don't do that! Ugh, why are you crying now?" But Sabo was there. And he wasn't more kind than Ace, but he was a competitive little shit. "You can't teach worth a damn, Ace--this is what happened when you tried to show me. I bet I can teach Luffy faster than you." And Ace, of course, had gritted his teeth and said, "you're on."

It took weeks for Luffy to properly build a fire on his own, under their competitive tutelage. He actually figured it out much fast than that. He just liked the attention of his big brothers. Besides, it was really funny whenever Sabo's sharp comments always made Ace lose control and tackle him into a wrestling match. Luffy always, always gleefully joined them.

Years later, Luffy's sort of surprised to find himself being the one to teach his crew how to build a fire and other things to survive out in the wilds. Zoro's shaped himself for survival in the bars and back alleys and the underground of East Blue's bigger towns and cities. He's never had to hunt for food before, but that was no problem. Luffy only had to teach him how to track prey, how to read the signs in the thick brush and camouflage of the wilderness. For someone like Zoro, who had something primal and hungry under his skin, the hunt comes naturally.

...Luffy should have maybe told him to stay away from those mushrooms, though. Zoro threw up for hours, and Luffy kind of felt bad about that. In his defense, he thought everyone knew about them. Like he thought everyone knew how to track an animal and build a fire.

"Oh," Nami says, puzzling over the thick stew Luffy makes one night under a forest's canopy. It's not as wild as Mt. Colubo, which is kind of boring. "This is actually good? I thought you were just pulling random bits of grass and leaves and mushrooms to throw in this. I was so hungry though, I wasn't going to care. Was just going to avoid the mushrooms in case you gave me poisonous ones."

"Yeah," Zoro grouses. "Nice to know about those, huh?"

"I can cook!" Luffy insists, not sure if he should be offended or flattered.

"Well, no," Nami says. "You blew up the last kitchen we were in. And somehow turned curry into a noxious gas."

"Ovens are hard!" Luffy insists, now sure that he's supposed to be offended. "And why were there so many ingredients? You just need meat! It was confusing!"

And so it goes. Gradually, Luffy shows them how to build a fire in the snow, how to build a shelter against the rain. He points out mushrooms that are safe to eat (and the ones that make you laugh and laugh, even if you don't particularly feel like laughing--Chopper hadn't been as amused with those as Luffy thought he would be). Good berry bushes and bad, what to do to make water safer, and how to hunt. He shows them how to trap small game, though that's not something he and his brothers did as often. They were always so hungry, and big game was always so much more fulfilling. But winters were hard, and sometimes trapping was they only way they ate at all.

Luffy likes to think he's a better teacher than Grandpa, but he's not sure by how much. How do you teach someone something that was once as normal as breathing to him? His friends are so smart, though. Smarter than him. (Except Zoro, who can build a sturdy shelter and then be trusted to never be able to find it again.)

He can tell not everyone particularly wanted to learn. But they're outlaws now. And when they're not facing the wilds of the Grand Line, they're pushed to the outskirts of civilization, camping out on beaches and on the outskirts of forests. These skills none of them thought they would need are suddenly essential.

But it's alright. Luffy's their captain. He'll always be with them, and can take care of them in this way.

(His favorite by far, though, are the beach bonfires. He's sure to build them as big as he remembers from his childhood. He insists on food and music and dancing and booze and s'mores each time. They're loud, and they're warm. And it's all his.

And he feels full for days and days.)

[iamfruitie]

Kinktober 2023 Day 31

Foursome

“They said we weren’t supposed to eat those.” Mad reminded as Anti pulled out a bag of chocolate chips from the cupboard before sitting on the counter. 

“They won’t know if only we eat a couple.” Anti tapped the spot next to him. “I know you want some~” He sang as he shook the bag, undoing the clip and tossing a few chocolate chips into his mouth, exaggerating a moan. “So good~” Mad chewed on his lip and caved immediately. 

“Only a few,” Mad said and bounced up on the counter, holding his hand out. 

“Only a few.” Anti echoed, dumping the chocolate into Mad’s palm. 

A few turned into a handful, and a handful became several of them, and soon, the nearly full bag of chocolate chips was empty. Anti held the last chip and started laughing while Mad’s eyes widened. 

“We are so in trouble,” Mad said. 

“Yes, you are.” Dark’s voice got the two to freeze. Anti quickly popped the last chocolate chip into his mouth and hid the bag behind himself as if trying to pretend the evidence wasn’t there or seen. 

“We told you not to eat the chocolate chips.” Mare crossed his arms. 

“We were going to have only a few…but then we kept going,” Mad confessed, curling up on himself a bit.

“You are terrible at denial.” Anti huffed. 

“You weren’t supposed to have any chocolate,” Mare stated. 

“Bedroom. Now.” The way Dark's voice dropped got Mad and Anti to stiffen as a shiver went down their backs. They knew that tone. They knew what always followed when that tone got used. “You know what to do,” Dark added as Anti and Mad scrambled off the counter and rushed for the bedroom.  

“This is going to be so good.” Anti giggled, quickly getting himself out of his clothing. 

“We’re in trouble.” Mad was removing his clothing as well. 

“That’s what makes this good, Maddy. This stuff is the best part of being a brat. The ‘punishment’.” Anti was naked first, and he went over to Mad, who only had his boxers on by this point. He took hold of the top of the boxers and pulled Mad closer to him, voice lowering to a playful whisper. “I know you’re just as excited to experience what they’re planning for us. You love the messiness even more than I do.” 

“Maybe,” Mad said after a swallow, face flushing pink already. 

“How loud you moan says otherwise.” Anti grinned and caught Mad in a kiss, not getting to have any fun with it before there was a knock on the door. The knock was the warning knock, which told Anti and Mad they had a minute to finish getting prepared. “Well, at least I won’t have to wait long to hear you.” Anti winked before practically skipping over to the bed and crawling on it. Mad needed a moment to put his brain back and quickly got his boxers off. He joined Anti on the bed and copied his pose, putting himself on his knees and resting his hands on his thighs. Anti was practically vibrating with excitement while Mad was trying to predict what was to come, and the more he thought about it, the redder his face became. 

“Good boys.” Dark praised when he and Mare entered the room and saw Mad and Anti. Anti just giggled, and Mad resisted the urge to hide his face, knowing that he was beyond blushing and they hadn’t even started.

“We have some fun planned for you two,” Mare said as he and Dark made their way to the bed. Mare stood on the side of the bed with Anti, and Dark stood at the other with Mad. 

“You do~?” Anti asked with a giggle, eyes following Mare’s hands as he removed his shirt.  

“We do,” Dark confirmed, removing his own shirt as well. “Little fox, lay down on your back.” He instructed as he and Mare continued removing their clothing. 

“O-Okay.” Mad looked at Anti before doing as told. He was used to them getting instructed on what to do together, but this showed they were getting different treatments. That was something they rarely did. 

“I love it when we mix things up,” Anti said with a grin, soaking in the very entertaining sight of Mare and Dark now being naked with them. 

“Just wait and see Sparky.” Mare chuckled, sitting himself on the bed behind Anti. He wrapped his arms around Anti’s waist and pulled him back, having him lean against his chest and sitting on his lap. 

“Open your legs for me, Little Fox,” Dark said as he crawled on the bed. Mad just swallowed, nodded, and spread his legs, hands resting on the pillow. “Good boy.” Dark leaned over and trailed some kisses up Mad’s thighs. 

“D-Dark.” Mad’s hands went to Dark’s head, and he gasped when, in the next blink, his wrists got pinned back down to the bed on either side of his head. 

“Keep them there," Dark whispered into Mad’s ear, grinning when Mad shivered and nodded. "Be a good boy. And you’ll have so much fun with this.” 

“Don’t leave me out of the loop.” Anti played up a pout, watching Dark trail his fingers down Mad’s body. 

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Mare hummed.

“Oh, a show~?” Anti giggled when Dark started nipping at Mad's inner thighs. “More than a show.” He corrected himself at the feeling of Mare squeezing at his own thighs.

“You could say that.” Mare kissed Anti's neck and soon was matching the bites and markings that Dark was making on Mad's thighs. Anti and Mad made the same pleasure-filled gasp when Mare started stroking Anti’s cock, and Dark wrapped his lips around Mad’s. 

“D-Dark~” Mad tried to squirm but found it nearly impossible with the grip on his hips. He bit his lip and pressed his hands to the bed, forcing himself to keep them in place despite Dark’s eager movements making it feel like he was trying to get him to cum as soon as possible. 

“Holy fuck.” Anti groaned, tilting his head back and trying to rut into Mare’s hand, but was held still by the arm around his body. 

“I’m-I’m gonna-I’m-ah~!” Mad gasped when he was already cumming, thighs squeezing the sides of Dark’s head at the feeling of him swallowing around him. 

“Oh, I’m-fuck!” Anti cursed sharply at Mare taking his hand away right when he was about to cum. “Mare!” 

“You misbehaved, remember?” Mare chuckled, playing with Anti’s thigh for a moment. 

“But-” Anti bit away his protest and let out a shaky breath, Mare’s hand was working his cock over again. 

“We agreed on four in total.” Dark pulled away from Mad, licking his lips.

“Four?” Mad squeaked. 

“Three times as the strikes and then I’ll finally let Anti finish the fourth time,” Mare explained while Dark grabbed some lube and coated his fingers. 

“Four also seems to be all it takes before you’re a brainless mess,” Dark added with a grin, lifting one of Mad’s legs and resting it on his shoulder. “And Anti can only wait for so long.” He winked at Anti as he slowly worked a finger into Mad, getting him to squirm. 

“Not fair,” Anti whined. 

“Then don’t eat the chocolates when you’re not supposed to,” Mare chuckled, stroking his hand faster. 

“No r-regrets.” Anti tried to keep up some brat. 

“And this is why we decided you were the one to get edged.” Mare teased, kissing Anti’s neck. “What’s the safe word?” 

“Appleseed.”

“Color?”

“Green.” Anti might have been pouting and complaining, but he was still having fun. Mad’s hands had found his hair, and he breathed heavily at two of Dark’s fingers stretching him open and curling against some of the best spots. 

“How about you, Little Fox? What’s your color?” Dark decided to check in, too, and remind Mad he could call this off at any point. 

“Gr-Green. Bright-Bright green.” Mad moved his other leg to open his hips wider, and he moaned when that really worked in his favor. 

“Good boy.” Dark praised and began thrusting his hand. 

“D-Dark~” Mad’s arms moved, and he covered the top half of his face with them.

“Hands, Little Fox,” Dark warned, now stroking Mad at the same pace.

“S-Sorry.” Mad whimpered. He slid his arms and pressed his hands back on the bed, letting everyone see the deep red of his cheeks. 

“Mother-shit!” Anti gripped at Mare’s legs, once again stopped short from cumming. 

“One more, and then you’ll get to finish.” Mare rubbed Anti’s chest. Anti just nodded with a groan and looked over at Mad. 

“Don’t hold back.” Dark dropped Mad’s leg, leaned over, and dragged his tongue along the length of his cock, grinning when that got Mad to curse loudly, buck his hips, and cum again. “Still doing good?” He asked, slowly pulling his hand out. 

“Y-Yeah,” Mad said with a swallow. 

“After a quick rest, are you ready for something much bigger?” Dark chuckled, settling himself between Mad’s legs, and rutted his own cock against the crook of his hip, just barely avoiding brushing against Mad’s. 

“Yeah.” Mad’s eyes widened, and his blush managed to get even brighter. 

“Do I get anything bigger?” Anti asked with a light giggle.

“In due time.” Mare picked up the lube bottle and coated his fingers before tossing it back to Dark. 

“Haven’t I been patient enough?” Anti played up his pout. 

“Just a little more, and you’ll get what you want.” Mare slipped his hand between Anti’s legs, teasing a finger against him. “Think you can handle being good enough and wait one more time?” 

“Maybe.” Anti tried to rock his hips and whined when Mare held him still with a firm grip.

“Can you?” Mare’s voice dropped with a warning. 

“Yes. I can be good.” Anti’s pout was real this time 

“I’m glad to hear that.” Mare rewarded Anti by pushing a finger in. 

“More~” Anti asked, taking a breath and remembering what he had just promised. “Please, Mare. I need more.”

“There you go, good boy.” Mare curled his finger, and a moment later, he added another one, getting a lovely moan from Anti.

“Oh, Dark~” Mad’s moan followed. His legs hugged Dark’s hips, trying to pull him in closer, but Dark had no trouble maintaining his slow and controlled thrusts. “S-So, so good. It’s so g-good. So good.” Mad rambled, struggling to find anything else to say. 

“Little fox.” Dark’s hands slid from Mad’s hips to squeeze at his waist. “You’re getting so sensitive, aren’t you?” Before Mad could even try to come up with a response, Dark’s touch went up further, and he flicked at his nipples with his thumbs. Mad’s back arched, and he moaned again, hands balling into fists as he strained not to move them. “Do you want to touch me, Madrick?” Dark asked, grinning when Mad could only manage to nod his head. “You can, but you have to cum for me again.” He started moving his hips faster. “I bet you’ll cum soon for me, and once you do, you can hold me all you want.” 

“Yes, yes, yes.” Mad babbled out. 

“Fuck~” Anti groaned, resting his head back on Mare’s shoulder. “That’s-That’s a good spot.” He panted as the fingers inside him kept pressing and rubbing and getting him to bite his lip as another groan followed. He swore that build-up was getting better and better every time, making his eyes roll, and he was so ready to- “Mare.” Anti whined when the hand got taken away, stopping him from cumming. He felt tears forming in his eyes, a sign that when he would finally be allowed to finish, it'd be like heaven. “Mare, please.”

“Wait for Mad.” Mare massaged at Anti’s trembling thighs. “By the looks of it, you won’t be waiting long.” 

“Go on, Little Fox, I know you want to cum.” Dark nearly purred, taking the tips of his fingers and barely brushing them along Mad’s cock. Mad tensed up, and his mouth hung open in a silent moan, cumming on his stomach again. There was a pause before Mad relaxed and started gasping for air, chest heaving and eyes blinking away his own tears. “Good boy, such a good boy, now you can do whatever you want.” Dark was prepared for Mad to take a good moment before doing anything. Being on the verge of losing all your brain cells should make it hard to decide what to do, but Mad, always one for surprises, took less than a second to hold Dark’s face and pull him down into a kiss. 

The kiss turned messy fast since Mad was still trying to catch his breath, panting heavily against Dark’s lips. His desperate hold kept the other close, and he was soon letting out breathy moans as Dark took control of the kiss, and he guided Mad’s hands to move to the back of his head to play with his hair. 

“Hot,” Anti commented with a weak chuckle. 

“Would you like to be on your back with him?” Mare offered. “Let you lay down and enjoy the final round? You’ve been so good, you’ll get to cum this time.” 

“Fuck yeah.” Anti groaned at just the thought, cock twitching and practically begging for relief. He tried to move, but his body didn’t want to, so Mare was more than happy to sit them up and lay Anti on the bed beside Mad. 

“Dark.” Mad whimpered his protest when Dark moved away. 

“Just a moment, Little Fox. I need to adjust.” Dark looked at Mare, who was settling between Anti’s legs and picking up the bottle of lube. “Are we thinking of the same thing?” Dark asked, lifting Mad’s legs to his shoulders. 

“Yes, we are. Think you can last long enough?” Mare teased, letting out a deep breath when he finally gave his cock some attention, spreading the lube with his hand. 

“Don’t worry, Madrick will get everything he needs regardless.” Dark wouldn't admit it out loud, but much like Mare, he had worked himself up enough that he was ready to make his own mess. 

“So will Anti.” Mare winked, grabbing Anti’s ankles and resting them on his shoulders. “Someone must really be needy if he’s not saying something snarky right now.” He turned his teasing to Anti. 

“I could if I wanted to.” Anti’s sass was soft, running a hand along his chest and stomach. 

“Let’s save that for after I’ve fucked you.” Mare ended his sentence by pushing in, and the handful of pleasure-filled curses Anti let out told him that he agreed. 

“Does this feel good?” Dark asked, making Mad’s legs go toward his chest, practically bending him in half as he leaned in close. 

“Y-Yes.” Mad reached out and yanked Dark back into a kiss. Dark chuckled, pushing on Mad’s legs a bit more before getting to the perfect spot to thrust his hips, starting at a faster pace than where he had been before. 

“Mare, faster.” Anti pleaded, his body in the same position Mad was in, but Mare moved much slower. 

“Gotta let me warm up, Sparky.” Mare nipped at Anti’s neck, knowing that would be enough to get him to not pout for at least a bit. 

“Dark~!” Mad cried out when Dark found a good, fast, and hard rhythm, practically growling in his ear. He wrapped an arm around Dark’s neck, hugging him tightly as his other rested on the bed, fingers grazing against Anti’s side. Anti giggled and caught Mad’s hand with his own, squeezing and using his other hand to grip Mare’s hair. 

“Oh shit~! There it is~” Anti gasped when Mare finally picked up the pace.

Mad felt like the air was getting knocked out of his lungs with each thrust, and he loved it every time it happened. He could feel everything, and the sensitivity of his body had those tears from earlier now streaming down his cheek. Dark kissed away those tears, soaking in the endless sounds from Mad before suddenly biting down on his shoulder. Mad cried out again, feeling Dark cumming inside of him, and continued his moans as he was still fucked ruthlessly. He didn’t last much longer after that before cumming for the final time with a voice crack. 

“Gonna-Gonna break my-my hand, Maddy.” Anti joked between breaths that got forced out of him. 

“Don’t think he can hear you,” Mare said as he nosed at one of the marks he had created earlier. “Fuck.” He whispered as his thrusts started losing rhythm. Pride kicked in as well, and he needed Anti to finish before him. Mare slipped a hand between them and wrapped it around Anti’s cock. “Go on, Sparky. Cum for me. I know you want to~” 

“M-Mare, I’m-I-” Anti took a sharp breath and yelled. “God~! Yes, yes, fuck~!” He clawed at Mare’s back, vision blurring, and he was cumming with a long string of moans loud enough that it would nullify any soundproofing. Mare was cumming just moments after Anti and rode through his own high until Anti was just panting. 

“Looks like that took a lot out of you.” Mare chuckled, using his thumb to wipe a tear off Anti’s cheek. 

“Y-Yeah.” Anti’s answer was hoarse. 

“Let’s get you two cleaned up.” Mare kissed away the whine Anti made when he pulled out, Dark doing the same with Mad.

“Don’t worry, Little Fox, we’ll be away for only a moment.” Dark brushed aside the hair plastered to Mad’s forehead from sweat. 

Mare and Dark cleaned themselves, Anti and Mad with warm, wet rags. They took their time and were as gentle as possible, being sure to pepper in plenty of kisses during it. After ensuring everything was clean, the four got tucked under the bed's covers. Dark was on his side, with Mad curled up against him and nuzzled against his chest. Mare was on his back with Anti sprawled across him, ear pressed against his chest to listen to his heart. 

“I swear he’s purring.” Mare hummed as he ran his fingers through Anti’s hair, practically petting him. 

“He probably is.” Dark wrapped his arms around Mad in a firm hug, knowing the added pressure was extra comforting. “I’d have more concerns if Mad was the one doing so.” 

“Don’t underestimate him.” Mare used a playful tone. 

“I would never.” Dark winked.

“Dark?” Mad’s voice came out as a squeak.

“Yes, Little Fox?” 

“Mare?” Anti’s voice was a half-awake mumble. 

“Yes, Sparky?”

“Love you.” Mad and Anti said together.

“Love you, too.” Dark kissed Mad’s forehead while Mare kissed Anti’s cheek. 

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@dungeon-dragons-dragons

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[darksouls2yuri]

hey is it okay if i eat my nature valley oats and honey granola bar here. yeah its the kind that comes as a two pack and immediately disintegrates into millions of annoying crumbs. its okay my ants that follow me everywhere will eat them. youll have ants now though.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[thornedlamb]

cont. || @fiendishfinesse

Raphael’s fingers drifted through Sirius’s hair in a gentle rhythm, a thoughtful smile touching his lips as he looked down at the Tiefling. “For me, it’s about control. Having everything exactly as I want it, free of interruptions or imperfections. Power without restraint. Order without chaos.” he replied, voice calm and deliberate.

His gaze held a hint of curiosity as he studied Sirius. “But it seems your idea of perfection is different—something quieter, maybe even an end to all this. Would silence and finality truly satisfy you, or is there more to what you’re looking for?”

Promises of power, or freedom from the tadpole, could never rival the simple pleasure of having his head scratched. Like a panther—or some even deadlier predator—he seemed to forget his own nature. In that moment, he became a mere house cat, akin to a tiger curling snugly into a box. His tail swayed lazily from side to side; if he could purr, surely he would.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝So perfection is the lack of imperfection? ” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced up at the devil. But the fleeting jest passed, and he closed his eyes again, focusing on the motion in his snowy hair, and thinking further about that answer.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ Wouldn’t that be dull? ” he ventured, his tone light yet probing. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ Control over everything would leave no room for surprises or excitement, wouldn’t it? ” He saw no reason to keep his questions to himself. Raphael could read him as nearly as easily as the tadpole, or whatever held the original claim on Sirius’ soul.

The godling, disguised as a tiefling, turned his head towards the hand that was scratching him so pleasantly. And with a mischievous spark he bites, gently, just a nibble into the firm flesh made of thumb muscles. A practical presentation of the excitement of not knowing everything. Just to nuzzle his face into the palm a moment later.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ Mhm... non-existence, ” he murmured, voice dreamy. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ If one dies, it’s just the next form of being. The realm of the Gods, pulled to the hells, the wall of the faithless. I simply want nothing... ” A wistful sigh escaped him, his eyes briefly closing. Yet, as his thoughts wandered again, darkness gave way to something still sinister but less bleak. ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ Buuut... I guess head scratches come pretty close to perfection, too. The silence you bring... And, since I’m feeling bold, let me say this: I doubt anyone who isn’t a little messed up really strives for perfection—not in our ways, at least. I suspect satisfaction lies elsewhere. Maybe it’s just an endless chase after some shimmering illusion...”

[culbi]

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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

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