#thread: safe and sound

[springcourthighlady]

Safe and Sound | Tamlin & Briar @thehighlordofspring

Briar stirs awake as sunshine filters through the delicate curtains of her room. The scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth lingered in the air through a half open window. She stretches, feeling the cool silk sheets slide against her skin, and smiles to herself, humming with pleasure. It was cozy and peaceful here, in a way that always made her feel both at ease and restless--in a way she didn't know if she'd ever get used to.

Slipping out of bed, she dresses quickly in a simple, pale--bordering lime-- green gown that hugs her curves nicely and flows airily around her hips, perfect for the warmth of the morning, before padding softly across the wooden floor down the hall. The grand, sweeping staircase awaited her, sunlight spilling over the banister as she made her way down to the kitchen, where the promise of fresh bread and pastries beckoned her to start the day.

She smiles brightly and thanks Griffin, one of the cooks, as she nabs a slice of blueberry bread and wanders out to the garden, taking in the lightness of the clear day.

Today. Today is the day she saves her soul nephew; takes him home where he belongs. Today is the day she becomes...becomes a mother.

Gods, a mother.

Her nerves rush though her and she chews her food slowly, trying to calm her racing heart. And Tamlin...

She shakes her head, unable to stop the giddy laughter from escaping her as she waits for him.

Her husband. What a thought. Fake husband, obviously, but still. The idea is both absurd and exhilarating. Despite herself, it spreads a warmth through her, flushing her cheeks.

A familiar hum of power seems to surround her then, making the hair on her neck and arms stand on end. Tamlin. He's arrived for the journey across the wall.

She wonders what it will be like to be human again, even for a short time. If it will feel wholly different, or like becoming her true self again.

Turning toward the pulse of magic, she smiles brightly to greet him. "Good morning!", she chirps excitedly.

She lightly tosses her sheet of onyx hair behind her, freckles seeming to dance on her nose as the sun lights up her eyes, making them a paler blue than usual.

[butch-bakugo]

Its not a shock to me that most "transandrophobia doesn't exist" people are trans women, mostly white trans women. They have a very specific image of what a trans man looks like and it's only two categories: the hyper fem, tits out, make up, twink trans man who doesn't pass nor try to and the hyper masculine, bearded, t'd up, all the surgeries, big buff trans man who you could never clock. They genuinely think every "transandrophobia truther" is lieing about not getting privileges they don't fucking have.

They genuinely believe every trans man passes and therefore we get male privilege and they get backed up by trans men who do pass and think a cis man making rape jokes with them and asking about their lift set is male privilege. Lemme shatter the illusion because as much as you like to scream about some wide spread privilege that doesn't exist, most trans people, in general, do not pass. This is especially true for trans men due to the hyperfocus society puts on feminine features. I have never met a fully passing trans man and I've met over a hundred personally irl. never. I know they exist but the fact y'all think we, en masse, get male privilege is factually just fucking wrong.

Trans men are not more acceptable or palatable to transphobes. Trans men are not more likely to pass. Trans men in mass do not get male privilege by virtue of our lack of passing and our medical history. Most trans men are still affected by the gender pay gap and thus can not afford surgeries.

You do not acknowledge the existence of non-passing trans men, only uphold the voices of trans men who pass and have the money for surgeries (a small percentage) then wonder why trans men laugh in your face when you make claims about male privilege we do not experience.

We are more likely to be conversionally raped than you. We are more like to be forcibly detransioned than you. We are more likely to experience domestic violence than you. We are more likely to experience hate crimes than you.

Trans men's hyper visibility in online spaces dose not transfer to real life visibility. You are more likely to see white cis gay men and white trans women in any media or ever mentioned than even white cis lesbians or white trans men. Your rhetoric is the origin of the "theyfab" myth. Our issues are invisible to you cause you do not care about other trans people besides yourself and other transfems. Everyone and their trans mother knows about transmysogny and the issues you personally face yet you expect trans men to be silent about their issues and feel like they should be silent because they are men. Trans men are more likely to experience litterally all forms of violence over trans women in every single avenue of violence that exists; religious, sexual, domestic, familial, etc. We are more likely to be stopped and abused before we socially transtion than anyone else due to hyper vigilance of society over afabs. You can scream all you'd like about how we only bring up our sex/the gender we are often raised as when it's convenient but you always ignore those often traumatizing experiences when it's convenient for you.

Many Transmascs and trans men had a traumatizing upbringing because society views us as "bad women" and " bad women" get treated so much worse and by many more angles than "bad men" specifically because we were forcibly assigned as women. You take advantage of a lack of nuance in the community by trying to group us with cis men specifically because you group yourself with cis women. News flash, neither of us and our experiences should be grouped with ANY cis group because we do not have cisgendered experiences.

I seriously think you think you are the most oppressed group in the trans community and you are not, not by a long shot. You are not the most oppressed group in the transgender community and that's a statistical fact. The most oppressed group, by far, are two spirits and cultural genders by virtue of them being inherently indigenous and indigenous people being the most oppressed race of people in the community regardless of the location they are indigenous to.

You are literally taking advantage of the things that were drilled into transmascs at a young age to be seen and not heard and to be quiet and let others talk, that they are lesser than everyone. Everyday there's a new story in the community of a cis man or a trans woman getting a trans man/masc pregnant to hurt them or force them off t or to detransion, this is not a fucking accident. You are not men, no one ever said you were, but you sure love to silence them like they do.

I'm not quiet, you do not intimately know our issues the same way we do not intimately know yours, You don't get to tell us what we do and don't experience and the fact you'd rather cry wolf and suspiciously call us "bitches" than hear us out, tells me everything i need to know. That alt right to trans woman pipeline you said you escaped? Yeah, you didn't. Ur just an alt right trans woman, Try Again.

[hcllishdreamer]

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[staticgcne]

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[nxttheendxfthestxry]

Closed Starter: Unlocked (Keefe/Everyone)

The first sensation he’s fully aware of is cold.

He’s cold.

He’s laying down.

There’s a sharp, medicinal smell in the air. He’s not a fan, at all. But there’s far more immediate scents coming from everywhere. Something smells strongly of garbage.

Beeping sounds.

And then the feelings sort of hit him. Worry, stress, fear. A lot of it. He’s not entirely sure if it’s his.

Keefe shifts, finally opening his eyes... and abruptly closing them from the fluorescent lighting. “Ow.”

Axel jolts to life. “Keefe--”

“Keefe!” Sophie launches up to him, but half trips, half gets pushed aside by Margo.

“Bitchy!!!”

“Right here,” Keefe grunts, holding up one hand to the yelling, his other hand coming up to his head. “I’m right here. No need to yell.”

@storystartsanew​

[sxmthingwicked]

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@wintxrx

[normallyxstranger1]

@withinkandquill asked: [ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together . - Oaklynn and Mimic??

     She didn’t know what was happening. One minute, she’d been staring at the rows and rows of snack cakes, trying to decide which she wanted—the next, there was gunfire and shouting and she was on the ground.

     Nononobadbadbad—

     Mimic wasn’t sure what to do, or where to go. Whoever it was made a lot of noise. Through the ringing in her ears and the hard pounding of her heart, she could hear rustling, and the cash register popping open. She didn’t dare peek around. She didn’t dare let anyone see her. 

    But she wasn’t alone in this aisle after all. Someone did see her. Through the thick veil of blonde curls over her face, she saw a girl next to her. Mim had her hand on her arm. Had she pulled her down when the noise began? She couldn’t wonder about that now. Quickly, she put a finger to her lips. They had to be quiet and unseen if they wanted to get out safe and sound.

[atwitchyship]

Don't care about the length of your blade, but I'm happy to tie a scrap of lace around your arm before you go away. Not so sure about the lips-kissing, can we work up from a brush of ungloved hands that leaves us both breathless?

Girl knight looking for a Lady to serve. Experienced in monster slaying. Happy to be an extension of your will in exchange for but a fleeting moment of your lips against mine.

Willing to spar with my shirt off.

Blade length 34", if it matters.

[wandcrsoul]

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[lustled]

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[wrathstricken]

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[hcllishqueen]

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[heavcnborn]

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[voxxisms]

tag drop pt 1.

[craftbeauty]

@starcunin : ❝ we’re not just friends. you know that. ❞

val'kyrie is in the process of lacing up her sandals when astarion's fingers reach out to play with the ends of her hair, cold fingertips trailing along her bared shoulder. her priestess robes are far from demure, in service to the dancer, and leave little to the imagination. unfortunately, they also leave her endlessly cold. she shivers as astarion touches her, offering him a serene smile.

❝ well, of course, I know that. ❞ not many friends do what he and her have done in the woods together. at least not ones that consider themselves just friends. ❝ is this your way of saying you care about me? ❞ she chuckles, keeping her eyes on the criss-crossing laces that ribbon up along her calf. ❝ well. I care for you too, astarion. that's no secret. ❞

SACRED ROMANTIC MOMENTS :accepting.

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

Evan was leaving the training grounds after a long and extended workout since he missed the last couple of days due to familial reasons. As he was leaving, he accidentally bumped into his, not to his knowledge, aunt. He quickly grabbed her before she fell and helped her steady herself. “Sorry about that. Wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going like I should’ve been.” He said with a sheepish chuckle.

@infamousfailure

Bianca squeaks, yelping when he catches her and steadying herself. She looks up at the other, chuckling and clearing her throat. "Oh, it's okay. I wasn't either, let's be honest," she smiles and shrugs a bit. "I'm Bianca."

There's a very offended croak from the frog on her shoulder, and she glances to it in slight surprise. "...that's new..."