#tw heterosexual love

[artificialashley]

last week i was sad after a horrible day at work n after i got myself together my boyfriend said i could put whatever i wanted on the telly so i put on druk series 2 for the first time in sooooooo long because even tho its my favourite something has put me off going back and watching it for at least a year. but i knew it was what i needed. he mostly played on his phone (hes addicted to a star trek game which honestly i should find ridiculous but i somehow think its cute) though i deffo heard him chuckling at lawrence chaney at least twice so i think he enjoyed it. afterwards he asked me to explain how many series of drag race there were and how it worked (he was never aware of this show at all before he met me so he has like no clue what it was and just knows its something i watch) and he sat and listened while i explained the format of the show and the spin offs but told him i havent watched many of them and just like certain seasons. i kinda forgot about this until two days ago i was round and he was like omg i forgot need to show you. he proceeded to get his housemates dodgy telly box on and show me that hed looked up drag race on there for me and saw how many different series and episodes they had n wanted to let me know they were all on there if i ever wanted to watch any of the spin offs or rewatch any old ones, even if he had to go to work or out i was always welcome to chill there and put them on, which i did when he went to town later that evening.

this is a bit of a ramble and kinda cringe from me but in summary guys, ive reignited a love for drag race and my boyfriend is really sound xo

also merry christmas hope yous are all well xxx

[suggesting-themes]

[wowevenmoreloveonearth]

I really need to stop going into the general 911 tag bc some of y’all are so stupid and that’s ok but you’re also really mean and I’d like you to please keep it away from me (I have blocked so many people already)

[affectionatecorpse]

If you couldn't tell by how often I mention it, I absolutely fucking LOVE being abro. I'll be sat there having a crisis over how everyone is so damn hot, how much every gender and everything in between is so attractive in their own ways. Then the next day I have a 10ft pole pushing romance away like "why would I ever want this. I want to live alone and have a million pets and be scary and unsexy to men while fascinating to children". It's amazing.

Then there's days when I'm trying so hard to feel something for a guy, cause I'm definitely interested in having SOME kind of romance, but none of the male characters I like are doing it for me, and I can't get why cause most days I simp for men more, so I don't understand... then I see one woman and I'm like "... ohhh... it's a lesbian day".

[jjanguri]

sweetest gummy smile in existence

[cutepastelstarsalior]

cannibalism as a metaphor for intimacy /love is cool. Love it. But at the same time????? It feels stale or stagnant. It feels like it playing and twisting the genre to be clean and simple. The whole thing is very sexual too. Like, idk how to explain it???

Like, you know how animals eat their young? If the young is sick??? That is definitely where the cannibalism for love trope should come in. Do you get what I’m saying??? Why do this trope feel so heavy in sexual and romantic tension???

[createdtofeel]

ok chat I'm confused.

listen I'm nonbinary and I'm still socially perceived as a woman (which hurts btw).

I've come to terms with the fact that I, usually, do not feel attraction towards other human beings and it's fine. it has its own specific conditions to happen so yeah. we're cool.

I also came to terms with the fact that I do not fit in a monogamous style of relationship and that I do not feel like living in a fixated nuclear family with weird and dumb relationship hierarchies. it's pretty cool. I feel a lot better.

the thing that bothers me is: am I, really, able to feel attraction towards MEN????? of course it absolutely doesn't matter whether they're cis or not, just I don't understand.

I've had relationships with men and I KNEW I wasn't attracted. for sure. I knew I hated them, the situation, doing it and I still played myself. I confined myself in a cage. I hurt myself with performative heterosexuality and I recognize that, but I also had one (1) relationship in which I didn't despise the man. I actually craved his voice. his presence. to see his face, even if just in a picture.

and still, to this day, I can't wrap my head around the thought that I might have felt this way because he was the prototype of the person that I wanted to be. I never understand whether I want to be the people I love and experience their life or just love them and experience life with them. and I feel pretty guilty about it.

I'd love to just know. to just feel. in the moment I felt really safe. at home. but now that it's been over (it's been kind of 5/6 months??????????? I'm ashamed) I still can't stop (now it got better. seriously better.) thinking about him. idealizing him. and I'm afraid I'm just fixated on him and never felt really in love.

I'm afraid I'll never actually feel love, loved, cared for, listened to. I felt like it. but I'm afraid it was all just a big joke. I'm insecure.

I just wanna understand whether I'm hurting myself or giving myself time and space to feel and try and grow. I don't wanna hate myself anymore. I wanna care for me. I swear. I do.

[ciderjacks]

men never had to live thru middle school 2016 listening to all ur male peers and acquaintances and friends start talking about how they hope every woman in power gets beheaded and how they think women are inherently lesser and calling women “bitches” on the reg and saying how they’d rape and murder Hillary if they could (“leave her out back still full of cum dissected and shit”) and claiming it would be “deserved”.

and it shows.

[lemonkennedy]

ugh i just want to be a housewife [read: husband], i want to raise a kid or two waaaahhhh

[mad-hunts]

@sortilegii volunteered as tribute for a cuddle session with barton that involves casual intimacy! for demon, hehe

whilst lying next to his new bedfellow, barton looked a little bit like the cat who caught the canary, as he was seemingly quite proud of the 'catch' he'd made that night. though, the doctor truthfully hadn't come to the bar where the both of them had met explicitly searching for companionship. it just kind of happened. barton had only entered the place to keep an eye on someone and track their movements at first, as he was highly suspicious of them. there was just something about the way that barton could only find existing records of them from a couple of years ago until now. and well, had also wormed their way into his life, since other two candidates for the nurse position he was looking to fill to assist him with his 'work' were suddenly not returning any of his calls whatsoever; despite the fact they seemed very interested in it before.

so needless to say, barton felt like something about the situation as well as the person in general, was just very fishy overall. but then someone had sat next to him at the bar, whom he would soon learn was named demon and although barton was hesitant to take his attention off of his objective at the time, he was certainly glad he did now. it was undeniable that the other was handsome; almost devilishly so and when they got to talking, there also seemed to be a spark there. which is how barton ended up inviting demon back to his place with a clear view of all of the scars littering the other's back. some might've held pity for demon upon seeing them, or asked what happened, but barton chose an alternative third route for that night.

he delicately began to trace one of them with his thumb, before moving onto the next, and so on. barton was sort of in awe in a way by them all. for, every scar you have is an indication that you survived something, in the doctor's mind. and as a result... whatever had happened to inflict these upon him, even if it was severe, must not have been enough to break demon. the sounds of both of their quiet breathing were all that could be heard in barton's bedroom at the moment. but that soon changed as he scooted closer to his bedfellow until his bare chest was pressed against his back, barton's legs moving to intertwine with demon's. feeling the warmth of his body against his own was just so worth it to him.

❝ mm, what are you thinking about, mon bel ami*? you're not asleep... are you? ❞ he inhaled softly in contentment before wrapping an arm around demon from behind. barton rested his head over the man's shoulder then, dipping it to press a soft kiss to the skin there. he couldn't tell why the other was being so quiet but he didn't think it'd be for any sort of bad reason. the foot he had that was directly resting over demon's playfully ran over the other's bare skin a few times, ❝ it's fine if you are. i just want to stay like this for a little bit, if you'd be so kind to indulge me. ❞

[ translation*: my beautiful friend. ]

[dieletztepanzerhexe]

sometimes i'm reminded of the fact that there are heterosexuals actively engaging in their wicked degeneracy

[xblackreader]

GUYS I UPDATED THE ART I UPDATES IT ITS BETTER NOW PLEASE SEE THIS VERSION NOT THE OTHER VERSION THIS ONES BETTER

Caption this! What did Attuma say to make Okoye laugh like that? 👀💗

It has come to my attention I fucking forgot to give Attuma GILLS and a rebreather… I KEEP FUCKING FORGETTING THAT HE NEEDS TO BREATHE DIFFERENTLY 🦅🇺🇸💯‼️🐍🪚

tip option in bio but reblogging and commenting is free 🤭

My guess:

“As the flowers is to its own beauty, to yours you are blind, yet it is only in the presence of such sun-given nectar that whoever comes across must stop and stare.” - Attuma

“Bast, you are corny… corny as all hell… 🤭(kicks feet)” - Okoye

[stargirlinterludefr]

GOOD LUCK, BABE!: sarah cameron x fem!reader

synopsis: you and sarah are were best friends, she said she wanted to experiment and while she’s everything to you, you’re just an experiment to her. Maybe she was in denial but she realises too late that whatever the two of you had wasn’t ‘nothing’ and she’s forced to stand face to face with i told you so.

TW: hints of homophobia, internalised homophobia, discussion of comphet, drug usage, alcohol consumption, angst, topper, ward actually being a good dad for once, use of y/n, jj being brutally honest

NOTES: sarah is a lesbian in this fic but she struggles heavily with comphet (compulsory heterosexuality) and similar to the song, gets with a man because she can’t accept her sexuality. I have been in the readers situation so writing from experience I suppose.

word count: around 3,010

Driving at sunset in the outer banks is a serene experience, the way the colours dance across the sky and eventually blend into the horizon when you look out upon the sea.

Driving at sunset in the outer banks had always been one of yours and your best friend Sarah’s favourite things to do together, the way you’d drive and she’d stand up through the sun roof of the car, arms our like some kind of angel.

How could you not fall for her?

You were fine with your one sided feelings, truly you were, Sarah was your best friend and you’d already had the conversation about how you didn’t feel anything for her when you eventually came out to her. A big lie, of course, but you just didn’t want to lose her.

So, driving at sunset in the outer banks with the girl you love silently may be foolish to others but it’s a serene kind of peace you’d never want to exchange.

Driving on the same route as usual, you wait for Sarah’s usual routine of pressing on some random Taylor Swift song and standing through the sunroof of her car, but she remains sat in the passenger seat with a mindful expression etched onto her features.

“You okay, Sare?” You ask, taking your eyes off of the desolate road for a moment to glance at her as she hums in response.

“Me? Yeah, ‘course.” She mumbles and you know it’s not true which is why at the next turning that leads to an open space to park, you pull the car over so you can give her your full attention.

“Okay, fess up, you’ve been staring out of the window like you’re contemplating throwing yourself out of the car ever since we got into it.” You say, a slight tease to your tone to help lift her spirits but she simply offers a small smile.

“I want to ask you something…and I-I want you to keep an open mind, okay?” She says after a moments silence and you’re quick to nod, studying the side of her face intently as you wait for whatever thoughts have been bothering her.

“So, you know how you’re gay?” The words have you choking on a breath, eyes widening as you let out a laugh but by the serious look on her face you quickly simmer down.

“Uh yeah, that is uh what I am, big lover of women…why?” You say awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck as Sarah fully turns to look at you now.

“I’ve been thinking that…I might want to like, you know, experiment…” she mumbles and you have to hold your breath to prevent you from choking on it again, “With uh girls…and since your my best friend and the only openly lesbian person I know I thought that maybe I’d…ask you.”

You both stare at eachother for a second, your mind is scrambling and reeling for a response as Sarah’s face becomes increasingly more red.

“I-it’s stupid I know but-“ She starts but you quickly cut her off.

“No, it’s not stupid I uh…I’d be- I mean sure, I’m happy you trust me enough to come to me about this.” You say, clearing your throat as you finish, you know deep down that this is only going to end in tears but if this is the one chance you get to love her without hiding it as much, you don’t want to give it up.

Sarah smiles as she nods in relief, “Yeah? I mean, it obviously won’t mean anything like feelings wise because we’re best friends it’s just like…friends with benefits?” She says and you hate the way your stomach drops slightly but you hide it from her, smiling as you nod.

“Yeah…sure.”

-

One month into yours and Sarah’s ‘nothing’ situation has you realising it isn’t really nothing. Sarah likes to say the two of you are nothing, pointing out she’s merely trying out new things and in turn your getting a good lay.

But the two of you clearly aren’t ‘nothing’ and that becomes increasingly obvious when one of the only people in the world you thought wouldn’t notice the underlying tension, did.

You know Sarah’s brother isn’t blind, he’s always been surprisingly observant and ever since he’d discovered you weren’t interested in men he’d ‘joked’ that you and Sarah would probably end up hooking up eventually.

You now also realise that he wasn’t exactly joking.

“You should call it off, y’know.” A voice sounds from behind where you’re sat on the deck chairs surrounding the large pool at Tannyhill, Sarah having gone inside to make the two of you drinks.

As you turn to see the source of the voice, you’re met with the sight of Rafe’s looming figure. Sunglasses are sat on his face so you can’t see his eyes as he looks at you but when you glance behind him briefly, you can see Sarah conversing with Topper in the kitchen.

“And you’re talking about…?” You trail off, quirking a brow at him as he snorts out a laugh and rounds your deck chair to sit on the one beside you.

“I think you know what I’m talking about, princess.” He states, lying back on his chair nonchalantly as you continue to look at him.

You swallow, you weren’t exactly afraid you and Sarah had been found out but you didn’t want to out her when she didn’t even properly know what her sexuality was yet.

Rafe continues when you remain silent, “I’m just sayin’ kid, I may be her brother but Sarah’s gonna fucking break your heart, she’s never been one to face her feelings.”

You immediately feel defensive, maybe it’s because you love her or maybe it’s because you yourself are in denial. “And you are?”

He lets out a chuckle at that, turning his head to look at you through his sunglasses “Never said I was.” Rafe states before adding, “That’s also how I know whatever it is y’all have going on, it’s gonna end badly, because like me…Sarah can’t face her feelings and she sure as shit is not gonna admit the fact that you love her.”

You don’t even have time to process his words because Sarah and Topper come walking back toward the pool, you turn back to your previous position as Rafe stares at you for a moment before he turns his head back toward the pool.

Sarah and Topper are laughing as she places your drinks on the near by table and an ugly feeling of jealousy coils in your gut as you watch the two of them, the way he stares down at her and the way she bats her eyelashes up at him.

You barely register Rafe’s mutter beside you, “So fucked.”

-

Sarah is kissing you sloppily, her legs wrapped around your waist as you hold her hips, everyone once in a while she lets out soft moans into the kiss before eventually she pulls away to check her phone that buzzes beside you.

You hate when she does that. You hate when she breaks away from you as though nothing at all is happening.

As her eyes flit over the screen you watch as she looks up at you before back down to her phone with a guilty expression,

“Topper?” You hum and she nods, climbing off of your lap and you follow her in standing up. Music is still blaring from downstairs and you feel dizzy from the way Sarah was just kissing you and the alcohol in your system.

“I’ll come find you later, yeah?” She mumbles, eyes not meeting yours before she’s gone out of the room before you can even blink.

She always does that, avoiding your gaze after the two of you had done something that branched away from ‘just friends’ because she couldn’t dare to face up to you and her own emotions.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders as you leave the room shortly after, slowly pushing past sweaty bodies and couples making out as you stumble down the stairs.

As you reach the bottom you come to a slow halt when your eyes latch onto something that makes your head spin.

Sarah kissing Topper. Topper kissing Sarah. Sarah’s kissing Topper. Topper’s kissing Sarah. Sarah’s kissing Topper? Topper’s kissing Sarah?

You feel sick, your heart beats violently in your ears and you can’t force your eyes away. You can’t do anything but stand and stare.

After a moment, Sarah’s eyes open while she and the dreaded boy continue to make out, said eyes dance over to where your stood and you think for a moment she looks guilty but before you can decipher the look…her full attention is back on Topper and you’re left looking like an absolute fool.

-

Sarah finds you around an hour later, stumbling over to where you are sat beside JJ, the two of you sharing a joint.

The Cameron girl smiles widely when she spots you, all but throwing herself to sit on your lap and your jaw ticks in annoyance which you know JJ notices immediately.

“Heyyy, I missed you.” She slurs, hands coming to tangle in your hair as she places a drunken kiss to your lips and then drags them down your neck as JJ clears his throat awkwardly.

“I’ll uh…catch you later.” He says, coming to stand and you nod your head in thanks, not missing the way his eyes all but scream that you have some serious explaining to do.

“Sarah…” You mutter, attempting to lightly draw the girl away from your neck but she doesn’t seem to budge so you pull her away with a slight bit more force and she looks at you with a pout that makes your heart stutter warmly in your chest.

“I think it’s time for-“ You begin but Sarah cuts you off.

“I’m sorry, about Top, I just…you give me all these crazy feelings and I needed them to stop.” She slurs drunkenly, hands coming to cup and squish your cheeks together. “It’s just the way I am, you’re my best friend and Topper’s like soooo sweet.”

Your heart feels like it’s about to plummet, you feel so humiliated but you know she’s drunk and you hope that she maybe remembers what she’s said in the morning but you know that won’t happen.

You gently remove her hands from your cheeks before you awkwardly pat them, “Well uh good luck with that.” You say, already knowing that whatever she was trying to do by kissing Topper was never going to work.

You knew first hand, you’d have to stop the world just to stop these feelings and that would never happen.

-

JJ Maybank was probably one of the only men on the planet you trusted whole heartedly, the boy was your best friend and you loved him like a brother.

Which is why you felt like an asshole for the way he’s looking at you right now.

“You’re tellin’ me kook prince, Rafe Cameron, knew about whatever little sexy mackin’ thing you got going on with Sarah Cameron before I did?” He says, eyebrows raised as his hands wave wildly around “Me? Your best friend, the guy who taught you how to give good head to a gir-“

“Okay! I get it, I’m sorry!” You say loudly, interrupting the route he was going, you know he’s not truly hurt that you didn’t tell him because it’s JJ.

“But seriously bro, what’re you gonna do? Because, not to ever say I agree with Cameron but, she’s totally gonna break your heart.” He rambles, taking a sip from his beer bottle as he comes to sit across from you on the dock the two of you are currently situated at, the dock at the Chateau.

“I don’t know…if it means I don’t have to lose her then maybe I’ll just keep doing it?” You say, shrugging as you watch JJ quirk a brow at you.

“First of all, that’s cliché as fuck, second of all this whole situation is not fair on you at all.” He states, gently nudging your foot with his own. “She’s usin’ you as like some sorta’ experiment and I get it’s hard to come to terms with who you are, I saw it first hand with you, but this shit ain’t fair bro…and it ain’t love.”

You don’t say anything to that, simply nodding as you swallow harshly, turning to look out at the small rippling waves of the water.

-

Sarah is sat on the sofa in the large living room of Tannyhill, eyes boring into the ceiling as she pays no mind to the show playing in the background on the tv.

The sound of her father walking in makes her turn her head and give him a small smile as he comes to sit across from her, ending the call he was on as he looks at her.

“You okay, sweetie?” Ward asks, eyes trained intently on Sarah who nibbles softly at her bottom lip.

“I- uh…yeah- I mean…I don’t know-“ She starts and before she can even get another word out, Ward is sat beside her and pulling his daughter into his arms before the tears fall down her cheeks.

“It’s okay, honey, it’s all gonna be okay.”

All Sarah can do is nod because she doesn’t believe that true, nothings okay with the fact that she could possibly lose you because she can’t understand why she’s feeling these things for you and she feels like her only option is to bail, because while she knows deep down you love her in a way that she’ll never understand…she also knows she’ll fuck it up.

-

Driving through the outer banks at sunset was yours and Sarah’s favourite thing to do together but now, with everything the two of you have been doing, you don’t think you can do these drives without the blinding feeling that nostalgia and Sarah give you.

You pull over similar to the time you did when Sarah brought her idea forward but on this occasion, you’re the one who can’t look at her.

“I’m gonna say something and…I just, need you to listen because…I can only gather so much strength to say it.” You croak out, not daring to look at her because you know she’s already crying and you can’t bear the fact that you could be inflicting pain on the girl you love.

“I love you Sarah…and I tried not to, I really did-“ You choke out, squeezing your eyes closed for a second before reopening them and continuing, “I think I’ve always loved you, before we even became what we are now, but this isn’t what love should be.”

You turn to her then, Sarah’s lips trembling as tears stream down her face and you fight the urge to lean over and take her into your arms.

If you did that, you’d never be able to end this.

“I know you’re confused but…I think you know, deep down, that whatever you feel toward me is real and you’re scared to acknowledge that.” You point out and Sarah lets out a shaky breath at your words.

“You’re my best friend, of course I feel things toward you-“ She attempts to say and you shake your head as you cut her off.

“We’re not just friends, Sarah.” You note, running a hand over your face as the girl beside you crosses her arms over her chest.

“I’m not gay.” She says, her tone so unsure yet so confident that you almost feel guilty for some unknown reason. Guilty for what, exactly? You don’t know, maybe for ending whatever it is you had going on alongside your friendship.

“Come on Sarah-“ You try and she immediately shuts you down, eyes now more angry then they are sad which makes you feel like you physically recoil at the change.

“No, y/n! You’re not making me into something I’m not, just because you’re gay doesn’t mean I have to be too!” She snaps, her words slicing through you violently as you feel a pit of shame curl up in your stomach “I experimented and now I know for sure now I’m not…whatever it is I thought I was.”

You know she’s building up to something so you close your eyes in anticipation for the blow she’s undoubtedly about to deliver.

“Besides, I’m with Topper now so...” You exhale as she says the words, as though she’d physically hit you in the stomach and winded you before you let out a light scoff.

You look to her, her eyes wide and defensive. You simply shake your head before opening the car door, “Topper,” You begin, letting out another scoff before you begin to step out of the car, “Good luck, babe.”

-

Four months after yours and Sarah’s conversation and while you haven’t heard from her, you have heard from Rafe. The Cameron man informing you that Topper and Sarah are having a very…turbulent relationship.

Rafe knows you were the one to end things with his sister, he and JJ being the only ones to actively know that something was going on between you and Sarah. With the exception of Ward who was left to guess what was plaguing his daughter’s thoughts over the last few months.

You feel a form of sympathy as the way everyone only refers to Sarah as ‘Toppers girl’ now. You know you shouldn’t be surprised at it, she never leaves his side and you realised it was her way of trying to prove to herself and to you that whatever feelings she had weren’t romantic.

You knew better and deep down so did she.

As you sit with your friends on the HMS Pogue, sailing across the water you catch sight of Topper’s boat when JJ starts geeking out over the model and price of it.

You also notice Sarah beside him, her face screaming out how unhappy she is without her even needing to say it.

And when your eyes meet hers, you see the unhappiness in her gaze. The facade she puts up and parades around under only extends to so many people and you are not one of them, you know Sarah so deeply and you also know that whatever she’s attempting to prove with Topper isn’t working for her.

And as your two boats come in line with one another, slowly passing, you mime toward the Cameron girl…words you hate to say but you do anyway,

“I told you so.”

[chronicbeans]

Hazbin Rewrite - LGBTQ+ Identities

Hazbin seems to be trying to do a lot of LGBTQ+ Representation, and while I do like that it's trying, I do believe it could be improved upon. I also do know that you can't satisfy everyone in this regard, so if you prefer the canon representation than that's totally fine! This is mainly for the characters I've rewritten so far and one I've started rewriting, so there may be characters missing that I'll add on in a separate post or by editing this one. (This'll probably be the first time people see I've renamed Anthony)

Characters included: Charlie, Vaggie/Rebecca, Lucifer, Niffty/Delilah, Baxter, Angel Dust/Anatoly, Alastor

TW: A LOT of these people don't know LGBTQ+ Terminology so they don't use them (In those cases I moreso describe them without using a label)

Charlie - She's bisexual and in a relationship with Rebecca.

Rebecca/Vaggie - She's a lesbian trans woman. However, after learning about the term sapphic, she mostly uses that to describe herself.

Lucifer - Due to being an angel, he technically has no sex or gender, so I won't even try to describe what gender he is. He only uses he/him because everybody assumes he's a man due to the way the scriptures were translated and the fact he doesn't mind those pronouns. Besides that, he goes unidentified due to not keeping up to date, and if people ask what his sexuality is he just says "I like women".

Niffty/Delilah - She's asexual and sex repulsed, but often struggles with the fact that she is. She's also alloromantic, but due to not knowing many LGBTQ+ terms, is unidentified as well. She knows who she's open to in terms of romantic attraction, but has no idea how to label it. She's romantically opened to dating anybody who is very masculine presenting, but because she's really obsessed with Baxter she pays no attention to anyone else.

Baxter - I'm sure, due to how many theories on whether or not Baxter is trans that this is probably going to be the most interesting part to a lot of people. I propose this option: Baxter is intersex and gender apathetic. He was assigned female at birth, but when puberty hit he started getting more masculine features like facial hair, and when his parents got him checked is when they found out. He spent the first part of his childhood as a girl, then his parents told him to pretend to be a guy so he wouldn't get bullied, so the second part was spent as a boy. Because of that, he learned he just didn't care about gender, only going by masculine pronouns because he's used to it and he looks more masculine. Only Niffty knows this, though, because she was the only one how told about it during his life. Because everybody in Hell assumes he's a guy, whether it be a trans guy due to his lure or a cis guy, he uses heterosexual to describe the fact he's only been interested in women so far. He hasn't left men out of the question, though, he hasn't felt attracted to one yet.

Angel Dust/Anatoly - Gay and cis, but loves to present feminine. He dresses in drag more often than not, and when dressed in drag he likes to use she/her because it helps play up the character. So, a lot of people assume he's a trans woman when he isn't, but he doesn't necessarily mind that. To him, it means his drag art is just really, really good!

Alastor - He just doesn't know. Like, he doesn't even care about all this LGBTQ+ labelling when we all should be seen as things beyond labels, so he doesn't know what they are, and doesn't know where he's fall. As stated by him "I have my entire, probably immortal afterlife to figure it out! No need to rush. Plus, half the people here don't even look human, anyways, and considering I was attracted to human men and women in my life, I don't believe half the people here are anywhere near my list of potential candidates."

[lemonavocado]

i have many many thoughts about the portrayal of elizabeth (and henry) in adaptations of frankenstein and they need to be broadcasted immediately. feverish incoherent raving about this subject under the cut. tw for very brief mention of SA

so. elizabeth lavenza. by the time of the wedding, elizabeth is rather obviously portrayed to be just as morose and brooding as victor is, she just isn't as susceptible to episodes of mania and psychosis so it doesn't seem nearly as dramatic compared to victor's trauma. she's been through the gutter herself, being an orphan for starters, then being adopted into a family and having to assume the role of caregiver in the frankenstein family because of the coercion of her dead mother to not only take her place as the maternal figure in the family but also marry her surrogate brother (or literal cousin, depending on which version you read). then her surrogate younger brother william dies, and the within weeks she has to watch her closest heterosexual life partner justine be unjustly hung by a corrupt justice system. and she vocalizes, actively, her pessimism and hopelessness in light of these many tragedies. tldr she's fucked up and rightfully so, and while she's a little less crippled by depression than victor, she still has the distinct appearance of being rather ill, listless, and tired, especially towards the end of the novel. anyways my point is in the novel, the most important thing about elizabeth is not that she's a woman and victor's bride. yes, that's obviously the purpose she was created for, but shelley went out of her way to give elizabeth an extremely definite and unique character. she's gentle and maternal like most woman in early 19th century literature, but she's also introspective, intelligent, and perceptive. she displays agency and self-awareness repeatedly (her guilt over the locket, going to the execution of justine even when alphonse tells her not to, waxing poetic on the failures of the justice system, asking repeatedly and rather pointedly if victor actually wants to go through with the marriage, obvious anxiety and solemnity concerning the wedding) we also have to take into account that elizabeth's personality is being relayed to us BY VICTOR, and he wants to see elizabeth as docile and femininely passive, even if a lot of her actions themselves in the novel actually seem to contradict that. also, i am peppering in that many people can (and have) made a genuine and convincing argument that victor and elizabeth are not in love and were groomed to accept their union by their weirdo parents - that they care for each other, but the text includes important nuances that make it evident that victor doesn't feel anything for elizabeth like that. it is a legitimate interpretation of the book - dare i say it's the correct interpretation of the relationship between victor and elizabeth. but that's another essay for another day and it's not SUPER integral to my rant here today. it just highlights the complexity of elizabeth as a character.

so. for some fucking reason, writers do not understand this when they are adapting the novel, and do not want to apply more than eight seconds of critical thinking and the absolute shallowest 3rd grader levels of reading comprehension to this character, so they simplify her from what she was in the original novel, freshly complex, opinionated, and introspective to boring useless incest lady. victor is never portrayed with the same amount of nuance he deserves in any adaptation (also another essay for another day), because adaptations also have a very surface level reading of him as "guy who was ambitious and played god which immediately cements him as an irredeemable self-aggrandizing asshole and/or a raging insufferable narcissist who's a dick to everyone around him EXCEPT for elizabeth" but at least SOME adaptations are able to kiiinnnddaaaa capture the sympathy meant to be felt for the character in the novel. not so for elizabeth. her character in basically every adaptation can be boiled down to this: "omg victor my brother let me hammer in that you are my brother. im just going to stand here and look clueless and annoyingly naive for the entire time im on screen/stage. im just a little girl and idk what's going on victor but im gonna stay blindly devoted to you and ask numerous but completely useless questions 🥺 let me stare at you with tender worry in my eyes and treat you like a child even though we have absolutely no romantic chemistry and you're an objectifying dick towards me and we have nothing in common and the audience is actively dry heaving as we sensually make out for no other reason than to have characters in this movie sensually make out. im basically a carbon copy of original-novel-henry expect super boring and super useless because im a woman which means the doylist explanation for why im here HAS TO BE ONLY for the main character to fuck me and to hold the attention of the male viewership. now time for me to get SA'd by the creechur for basically no reason" we can observe something approximating this in basically every frankenstein adaptation i've ever seen: kenneth branagh's (my enemy) 1994 film, the 2004 hallmark miniseries, the musical, and the ballet. also in the 1931 film, but that one isn't really trying to be book-accurate so it doesn't really count for this rant.

with this understanding of elizabeth, writers then attempt to artificially generate more romance between these characters, mostly by, yes, replacing a lot of henry's role in the novel with elizabeth, hence why we see so many adaptations (1994, 2004, ballet) make elizabeth nurse victor back to health in ingolstadt instead of henry, which generates... so many problems. one problem with this is that it just sorta ruins henry's original role in the novel in one go. writers recognize that henry is supposed to be victor's character foil, but now they don't have much for him to do so he can demonstrate that role in the story since they gave all of the romantic tension moments to elizabeth. meaning that in adaptations you can tell the writers didn't really know what to do with henry because he's reduced to a comic relief bumbling idiot (1994, ballet, 2004 to an extent) with his only personality traits being "random xd" and "morals good playing god wrong!!!! 😠" (2004, musical, several independent stage adaptations). they keep him as a character foil, but just replace all of his compassion, tenderness, and devotion with elizabeth, while effectively draining henry of all of his original appeal and charm and stamping those traits onto their already stripped-of-all-nuance elizabeth. so now both henry and elizabeth are not only extremely different from their original roles in the novel but extremely, woefully less charming and complex. this especially pisses me off because it's explicitly stated in the book that henry was victor's only friend precisely because he was victor's intellectual equal, so seeing henry reduced to a smiley idiot and/or stupid generic male side character with Morals fills me with a visceral rage. writers will also sometimes make victor and henry meet in college (ballet, 1994) and try to strengthen the bond between victor and elizabeth by making it appear as though she was victor's ONLY childhood friend and companion. other times, victor and henry will be friends pre-ingolstadt (2004, musical) but most of the relationship development will be between elizabeth and victor. those two have all of the tender bonding moments while henry is just kinda inexplicably there sometimes. but i digress. this post is supposed to be about elizabeth. but IF YOU NEED A CHARACTER TO BE A SUNSHINE SOFT OPTIMISTIC LOVER FOR VICTOR IN A FRANKENSTEIN ADAPTATION, HENRY IS ABLE AND WILLING ARE YOU STEPPING ON MY BALLS

clervalstein is true. anyway

elizabeth is somehow more complex and powerful as a female character than the literal adaptations produced almost 200 years later. in adaptations, the most important thing about her is somebody else. the development of all of her character traits (which usually never go beyond standing around and looking helpless) are solely dependant on victor. she feels more like an appendage of the protagonist than an individual with thoughts and experiences separate from victor, and her character is loosely defined and flimsy so the writers can have her conform to her actions in the book whenever it's convenient and then change things up entirely that completely contradict her characterization in the book whenever it's convenient. i have no idea why the fuck this keeps happening with frankenstein adaptations (it's misogyny) and because it isn't looking like guillermo del toro's film (from what ive heard) is going to be super book accurate, i dont foresee too much of a shift in frankenstein adaptations.

look i get it. it's a movie/play/ballet which lasts like 2 hours and you have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it. i understand you have to make sacrifices for brevity and these characters are, frankly, a lot less interesting and exciting than victor and creechur. people didn't come to see john hughes levels of charm and complexity in the side characters, they came to watch the creechur do scary shit and for victor to say IT'S ALIVE 😱 and be an evil mad scientist you love to hate. they came for their values of "it's wrong to play god!!!" and "too much ambition bad!!!" to be re-cemented even though that's not even the original point of the novel. which is why imo if you're going to adapt frankenstein in a manner that does justice to the beautiful and sublime subtlety of the original novel, it needs to be either a miniseries or a REALLY LONG film. it's a short book, but it's very eventful, and imo for an adaptation to work you have to let the audience sit with it. which is why you all need to donate to my gofundme so i can produce an honest to god frankenstein adaptation. in fact, im running for president in this year's primaries :3

just a disclaimer: im not an academic or a scholar or anything. i just like the book. i probably have no idea what the fuck im talking about. but im a very very passionate little guy and this has been my rant

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DanHeng HCs (SFW)

TW: slight mention of anti renheng

A/N: I'll do nsfw headcanons next if I get 69 likes

Food headcanons for him

Favourite food probably soup pan mee (汤板面), kung pao chicken (宫保鸡) and idk the English name for this dish but it's 马来风光

Favourite tea probably the classic chrysanthemum tea (菊花茶)

Has a bit of shrimp/prawn allergy but he still eats them like a champ🔥

I totally did not say those would be his favourites because those are my favourites

The only food he'll ever know how to cook are instant noodles. Take it out the package, chuck the stuff into a pot of water then boil it.

Miscellaneous

He probably speaks Fujian or Guangdong? idk he seems like the type to... or maybe mix mix ah...

He would be born in the year of dragon because... because... 😁

He would have muscles but it's not really visible, just slightly.

He got the unspoken and oblivious rizz🔥

He gives such strong Aro-ace vibes but I think of him as a heterosexual.

Please do not claim that he is gay for Blade or mention Renheng, it's an incestuous and a proship. Dan heng's information tab in game stated that he is running from his kin/blood relative which is Blade.

When he's in a relationship with you though...

He would love cuddles but wouldn't admit it

Typa guy to be cold in the beginning but he'll warm up eventually

He would buy you gifts but he would just leave them on your bed or table, sometimes would tell you that he bought you stuff

He would give you a forehead kiss whenever you're about to go to sleep

Not the one for PDA (public display of affection) but still shy in private, once he warms up to you, he would be touchy and sometimes clingy

Whenever you wake up in the morning, you can't get out of bed because of how clingy he is when you try to get out of bed. He seems to can't get enough of your comforting, addicting warmth

Wanna get out bed for work? Nuh uh.

Wanna get out of bed for breakfast? Nuh uh.

He would bury his face into your chest and say "nuh uh" whenever you wanna get out 💀

Idk what else to headcanon Dan Heng anymore so this will end here for now, follow or ask me to tag you in the nsfw part \('ш')/

Until next time!!