#y'all know the usual 'well of course everyone feels like that' about sexuality or gender

[just-a-little-unionoid]

#TRANS ADAM HC STRIKES AGAIN!!! #if no one else writes it soon i might fuck it #i love this idea so much

please do and tag me, I'm obsessed with the idea

Husk isn't paid nearly enough for that bullshit

(he isn't getting paid at all)

may try to redraw it a little more properly later? errrr probably not

[writingsbychlo]

💭

Ayyy Congrats Chlo! Can I get a 💭 of Noah when his girl is pregnant? Like how is he through it snd when she's in labor?

no more requests, the sleepover is over, I'm just finishing up what's in my inbox!

I got so carried away with this

he would be so good by the labour stage

but lets be real, he takes a hot minute to get adjusted

now, don't get me wrong, this was planned

and he is damn excited to be a dad

you've been taking folic acid and vitamin D and all the good stuff

and you were both elated and crying when the test came back positive

but he does take a moment to actually realise what it means

like he did not think that far through, if he's honest

rubbing your back throughout morning sickness

but like, he doesn't quite get it

you have a significantly lowered sex drive

breast tenderness and morning sickness and he is kinda sexually frustrated

it takes him a moment to adjust to that because y'all had been pretty active before, and he has to take care of himself now

not to mention, you're a lot more sleepy

he knew you'd get sleepy, but he expected it to come later, not as early in the pregnancy as the first few weeks

so there's a lot of things that have to be cancelled

like concerts and things

but he was looking forwards to them

and it causes some arguments to begin with

like when he went to the concert with boyd instead

and you'd put a blanket and pillow on the couch for him

or the argument that came with him insisting that he could ride the bike a little longer

and the little strop he gets in when you throw out all the foods on the list your midwife gave you after your first antenatal appointment

"you can't eat them, but I can! why do we have to throw it all out?"

"because you're supposed to be supporting me!"

"I am supporting you, but I still want to eat my food!"

"fine, keep it then!"

and he feels bad two weeks later when you go to game night

and derek and stiles have laid out an awesome looking spread

with charcuterie boards and cheeses and crackers and wine

and he knows how much you love all of that stuff

and you literally can't have any of it

in fact, you brought your own meal, which is a salad and plain crackers and it's not exactly game night material

and so he does some research into food and writes down everything you can and can't have

and he watches a video on best recipes for pregnancy and he makes one for you

a little surprise dinner for when you get home from work

"what's all this?"

"well, you know, your meals look kinda' miserable. but, you're literally growing our child, so you should get to eat nice things, and I googled a good recipe for pregnancy safe meals."

noah getting laid that night

and afterwards, when you're asleep on his chest, he realises how easy it is when he stops thinking it's gonna be a struggle

at around about 7 weeks, you start getting more emotional

crying more at movies and getting mad at random things and being a lot clingier than usual

which he doesn't mind, of course

but it freaks him out sometimes

"noah, what the fuck?" while in tears and he's freaking out because he has no idea how bad he fucked up or what he did "there's a dead bird in the garden, noah, that's got to be some kind of omen, oh my god, what if you die? why would you just die, noah?"

so he cleans up the dead bird

but now you're mad because you're worried about him abandoning you

"baby, if I was gonna' abandon you then why would I have married you, huh?"

and it takes him a hot minute to get used to that too

however, he also learns how to direct it at other people for his own amusement

"hey, baby, did you know that stiles wears socks to bed, even in the summer?"

"you wear socks to sleep in the summer? you're sick, stiles. you're sick. I don't want you near my child, you're weird, you and your socks and your sweaty toes can stay away. you're so gross."

"what the fuck?"

and noah just laughing his ass off about it

you also have to pee a lot more so noah has to take that into account

you're still fully able to go hiking and do the things the two of you love doing

but he has to plan in your pee breaks

not to mention, you're still throwing up every morning

so, he can't plan too much, but he does plan a little weekend getaway for you both

with a privately rented cabin so that you can throw up each morning in peace and don't feel like you're being watched

panicking when you get spotting at week 8

and that really throws you both through a loop

rushing to the hospital and he's unfamiliar with driving your car

so it stresses him out to know he's useless in emergencies

it turns out to be nothing

but noah is pretty sure he's never cried that hard

not to mention, in a public bathroom, just so he didn't scare you

and when he gets home, like, fuck, it's a reality check for him

he starts getting driving lessons

he has a license and all but he's rusty

and he wants to be prepared, so he starts taking lessons

he also starts checking out bigger cars for the two of you

because your little car won't do in a few years

"you know, not that I'm complaining, but I've noticed you aren't wearing bras anymore."

watching your cheeks go fucking warm as you get all embarrassed

"do you wanna go shopping, get some comfier ones?"

"you are gonna go pregnancy bra shopping with me?"

"well, considering how proud I am when I get to go regular bra shopping with you, I think pregnancy bra shopping is the same."

going with you to get tests and scans done

literally crying again when you hear the heartbeat

"we made that, oh my god."

texting everyone he knows when you get your due date estimate

holding your hands when you have to get your pregnancy vaccinations

actually taking notes when the midwife starts talking about making a birthing plan and getting things sorted before you get to the third trimester

and he does a lot of research on birthing plans and starts prepping

going on every shopping trip with you

"I want to get the nursery painted, like, a while before the baby comes. so we can air it out for fumes."

"we can go check samples out this weekend."

"well, I mean, that's soon, like, really?"

"yeah, whatever you want, sunshine."

getting laid again

and when the morning sickness goes away, he starts getting his late morning sleep back

starting to get self-conscious about extra pregnancy weight gain

and noah doing everything he can to reassure you

but as you get into the second trimester, your sex drive suddenly jumps back up

and he fucking loves it

because that's a lot of unprotected sex and a lot of making out and a lot of touching

and honestly, something about it is really turning him on

"baby, I don't know if it's your glow or the fact that I am literally so in love with you, or maybe the months of not having sex, but I've literally never been this hard."

"shut up and fuck me, you can compliment me later."

"'kay."

throughout your second trimester, you get everything done

the nursery gets decorated and the furniture is built and it's perfect

there's only the little touches now, like mobiles and clothes and such

he also bought the new car, and traded yours in

and he arranged for you to get lessons in it too, so you know how to drive a bigger car before you get too pregnant to drive safely

crying the first time the baby moves. so much fucking crying.

and getting so excited every time

it's few and far between in the middle of your second trimester, but it's so meaningful

starting to go to pregnancy classes

and he also signs you both up for a pregnancy exercise class

that is supposedly meant to make labour easier because of the pelvic floor exercises

having a few days where you're nervous around him

thinking he did something wrong

"I think I'm gonna want to take an epidural."

"that's what you've been so worried about?"

"well, yeah. I read all these pamphlets about how it's so controversial and sometimes the dads don't like it, an-"

"I want you to be happy, okay? it's gonna be a happy time, so whatever you want, we'll do, okay? I want you to smile when you look back on the birth of our baby."

"I love you, so damn much."

"I love you so damn much."

finding out the sex of the baby, neither of you wants to wait

telling everyone it's a secret until the baby shower

your bump really starting to come in at the end of the second trimester

as well as headaches and backaches and stretch marks

and noah always making sure to kiss it better

a lot of nice warm baths and washing your hair for you

the baby starts responding to touch and sound, though

noah starts talking to the baby a lot

telling them about your day and rubbing lotion on your stomach

the baby getting hiccups for the first time

in the beginning of the second trimester, you start choosing names

more tears when you settle on a name

the third trimester is where you really start feeling it

you’ve got mood swings, you’ve got backache, and you’re getting a lot of odd cravings

all of which noah indulges for you

some make him gag and he actually cannot watch you eat it

banning food in bed

it caused an argument but he won that one

announcing the gender at your baby shower

you and noah dressing in white while waiting for everyone’s guesses

it’s a girl!

you announced it via a little cake cutting ceremony that was pink inside

using those last few weeks to decorate the nursery with teddies and buy clothes

when you finally go into labour it’s actually while you’re hanging out with stiles and derek

thinking it’s just cramps for a while

because you’ve been having cramps, you think it’s fine

until

“uh, (Y/N), you know I love you, but did you pee on my couch?”

“excuse me, I did not pee on your couch an- oh my god, they’re contractions.”

noah literally choking on his drink

you rubbing his back as he tries to cough it up

panicking so much that his whole fucking birthing plan goes out of the window

“the bag is at home!”

“what about your pillow?”

“fuck! fuck! fuck!”

derek is the only calm one because stiles is;

“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE, GIMME A NEICE!”

and noah is 

“HOLY FUCK, IM GONNA BE A FATHER!”

so derek coordinates it all while you just kinda sit there and watch it all

“okay, well, her contractions are now, like, eight minutes apart, so maybe we should get a move on.”

telling stiles to take you to the hopsital while he takes noah to pick everything up

and off you go

stiles is fucking buzzing the whole way there

calling your hospital to inform them you’re on your way

getting to the hospital and being greeted by your midwife

“lovely to see you again, mom and dad”

“I DIDN’T MAKE THAT.”

“thanks, stiles.” your midwife being confused. “this is the uncle, they’re twins. dad is on his way.”

“I’M THE UNCLE!”

“stop shouting stiles, the baby won’t come out, you’re scaring it back up.”

“sorry.”

stiles holding your hand

noah arriving five minutes later with more than enough stuff

“I didn’t know which pjs you’d want after so I brought options!”

after a good few hours of labour, and noah being there for all of it, your baby is born

literally crashing right after and sleeping for a while

“‘bout fuckin time you woke up, noah won’t let me see my niece ‘til you have. hurry up.”

“I will punch you so hard you’ll be glad you’re in a hospital.”

“that’s my wife”

“sorry.”

meeting your daughter with noah, and having a moment

because he’s put her in a little pink striped onesie and she’s got a baby beanie on

“she’s got your nose.”

“you can’t tell that, she’s like six hours old.”

“i can hope.”

finally taking her to meet stiles who practically dies on the spot

he cries a lot when he finally gets to hold his niece

“stiles, derek, meet ‘hope claudia stilinski’.”

[ninjakitty15]

Cold As Death (Loki)

Chapter One: Looks That Could Kill

By all accounts, today should've been like the countless other days before it. Just another day stuck in a glass cell with the occasional "scientist" trying to figure out how to harness something no regular schmuck or mortal could hope to grasp by poking, prodding, and bleeding me. But this was Hydra for you, try to change one idiots mind, and several more idiots tell you you're wrong. German, American, or other, there are evil idiots in every corner of every world, that's for damn sure. At this point I couldn't figure out why they still kept me here, locked away from everything when they couldn't what they wanted from me. They already tried torturing it out of me like pain would make me crumble, I just ended up wincing or laughing depending on what they did as there were times I actually wasn't sure I felt anything, not because they did it often enough or it was that bad, I was just sorta dead inside so some nerve endings didn't always work.

The only thing remotely unusual about today though was it wasn't as busy where they stashed me, hands locked in power dampening shackles and a metal muzzle to boot. At some point earlier they attempted to keep me sedated and unconscious but I woke myself back up once they left me alone thinking I was no longer a problem. Amateurs. As I sat in the middle of the cell, eyes closed but fully alert and coherent, I felt before I ever heard a presence that felt otherworldly to me. They were silent, seeming to observe with caution as I felt it get closer and start to circle the container then pause right where I knew the controls of the cage to be. There was a fifty fifty chance this presence would let me out, the other half being they come in and another round of human pinata would start but instead of candy it would just be blood and a lot of bad puns and jokes falling out of me, maybe drop a few s/m mentions. Serious folks tend to get real uncomfortable when you get sexual on them. If you can't laugh about sex, you don't have a sense of humor.  A button was pressed on the panel and a door formed in front of me where the glass was and I got a stronger feel of who or what was in front of me on the other side. They were definitely not your average Joe, probably not even human and flowing with a lifeforce not even mutants could possibly obtain. An immortal for sure. They took one step toward me and because this wasn't something I'd encountered since my containment, I instinctively tensed which made them pause again.

"You're awake?" A smooth almost british accented voice, noted softly yet curiously.

I opened my eyes then just to confirm that as the muzzle was holding back my usual smartass responses. They was actually one tall man clad in leather and gold metal, watching me carefully with piercing blue/green eyes. Maybe it was seeing the same ugly mugs every day for gods know how long I've been down here and finally seeing a new face, maybe it was the fact he was wearing my two favorite colors and pulled it off better than anyone else I've seen try that. But damn did he look good. It might also be the killer jawline and physique too. His eyes fixated on the muzzle for a moment and a hardened scowl formed for some reason, surprisingly not twisting the dashing look like it does most angry men. And then suddenly I could speak again but opted to gasp like a dying beached fish because damn did it feel good to not have airways being blocked anymore. Vaguely I wondered if my lips were chapped from the damned thing before smiling maniacally.

"Finally, oral freedom!" I cried overdramatically.  "I don't usually offer though unless its returned, all's fair in love and fun stuff."

The man cracked a small smile and ventured a step closer to me. "What are you? And why are you in here?"

"Could ask you the same thing, hun," i quipped. "And seeing as I was here first, you should answer first."

He chuckled and took a more confident step toward me though his lifeforce strengthened like a guard around him. Before he could answer himself though, a booming and somehow familiar voice called out. "Loki, have you found anything down there?!" Which caused the dude now named Loki to cringe at the interruption and sigh.

"No one here but us ghouls," I told him in answer.

"They have a prisoner down here, brother!" replied Loki though his eyes never left me.

"Prisoner's such a harsh word, I prefer forced resident or illegal obtained house guest," I informed him. "You answer his questions, but not mine. It's because I'm black, isn't it?" I was actually what one would describe in terms of skin color as not recently dead pale white.

"I thought he was answer enough, I'm sure you know of Thor, he likes to play the hero of this realm," Loki replied to me, an eyebrow arched.

"The Norse God of shitty weather? Y'all aren't busy with cooler realms?" I asked.

"This wasn't my choice," was his dry response, making me smile more.

I snickered. "Spoken like a true sibling. So you came down here, an alien immortal, because your big brother told you so. My heart bleeds for you really."

He glared at my unabashed sarcasm and crossed his arms over his chest. "Now answer mine before he comes in and makes a great mess of this place."

"More than the people that came with this building already have? That's gotta take talent. But I'll bite. They hunted me down gods know how long ago and attempted to extract something from me that makes me awesome, didn't work obviously or they'd make a mess not even your brother could trump and we wouldn't be here talking. Too valuable to be killed, though they couldn't if they tried, too stubborn to be experimented on. Where'd they go anyway? Are you guys the reason I didn't get my daily prodding?"

"My brothers...friends dealt with the ones they could find, if they're anything like their namesake, I'm sure there's more in hiding waiting for reinforcements or something like that."

Another man leaped down out of nowhere that definitely wasn't Thor as he didn't have long golden locks or a beard, his head and half his face were actually covered by a mask and instead of a hammer was a shield in one arm.

"Thor failed to mention it was a woman," the new dude noted.

"And my gender matters because...?" I wasn't actually offended by this, just messing with him to get a reaction which worked as he genuinely looked bashful, making me cackle. "For all the armor you people wear, it's still surprisingly easy to get under your skin. Maybe I've just been here so long, they're just fashion statements now, if everyone's wearing leather armor count me in!"

"Sorry to disappoint, but it's just us," Loki told me.

"She tell you why they're holding her?" the new man asked him.

"They're trying to steal her powers though I'm not sure what they are yet."

"Only the best kind of course," I told them. "It's all the rage these days, all the Hydra agents gotta have it."

"Well they can find it somewhere else as you're free from them but you can tell us all about the what and why, if you don't mind," the new man said.

"You say that so politely but I'm getting the sense you weren't asking. I'll comply if you give me a hand here, mine are a bit tied up at the moment." I raised my shackled hands as high as able since they were chained to the metal floor beneath me.

The new man was quick to break the chains connecting me to the floor before Loki waved a hand like Jedi Knight and the shackled sprang open, dropping to the floor with a loud clang. I flexed my hands and shook them a bit to get feeling back with them being cramped and slowly got to my feet, staggering a bit as my leg bones cracked from the sudden use and weight. I sighed in sweet relief and relaxed with a slight grin. "Alrighty then!" With my hands free, so was my powers just a bit more and I could collect and stretch it out, testing the waters. That seemed to be enough for Loki to notice being a power person as well and both eyebrows shot up as he probably felt what I was doing. I winked at him before turning to the other guy. "Onward and upward!"

With the new guy leading me out of the building and Loki being my tail, I was on my way to freedom for good before being nearly blinded by that god awful ball of fire in the sky, everyone else calls the sun. I recoiled and refrained from hissing like an angry vampire, stumbling back into Loki in the process who steadied me and smirked at my reaction to daylight. The new guy looked back hearing me cursing at it and raised an eyebrow in question but didn't actually ask anything.

"What? I'm not a morning person," I responded before straightening up but subtly elbowing Loki in the stomach, causing a soft grunt from behind while accidentally hitting my funny bone which wasn't that funny at all as my entire arm went numb and tingly at the same time. "Stupid toned god with your stupid abs of granite."

The new guy stopped walking and pressed a hand against his ear. "We're out, all the agents we could flush out are dealt with. A ride would be nice." Ah he was talking on a com of some kind it seems. How high tech yet old school. Within a few moments, an even more hightech fighter plane of some kind hovered low enough for him to climb in first then offer his hand to pull me up as I was unfortunately not remotely as tall or long legged as either man near me. I looked around the plane curiously to see another man and a redhaired woman at the front as pilots, the woman looking back and landing her eyes on me as well.

"Are you the prisoner Thor spoke of?" she asked.

"I'm the illegally obtained house guest, yes." Loki snickered behind me and I reminded myself not to elbow him again as my arm still hadn't gotten proper feeling back.

The woman smiled as well and nodded. "Buckle up then, we're heading back to base, could get bumpy. All good back there, Steve?" she called after the first new guy who was now Steve.

"Ready when you are," he answered, sitting at the tail end of the machine.

The plane rose up and shot forward at an illegally unsafe speed above the city. Loki had settled across from me, eyes ever studying me but unlike the agents that actually did and more, they weren't malicious or power hungry, just cautious and curious. I decided to test his resolve then and locked my eyes on his in an unwavering staring contest. "First one to blink loses."

"Is that why they muzzled you? Because if you're not under their skin, you're cracking jokes?" he asked.

"If you don't have a sense of humor you don't have much to live for and that's how they win. Also no, it's not how I talked, but who I talked to or when it wasn't them."

"To contain your powers, like they did your hands then. And they didn't get anything from you?"

"What I have can't be drained or pulled out or copied, it's not specifically found in something like DNA or an organ or something physical even. Those guys claim to be scientists but real scientists accept facts as they are when proof is found and I'm living proof they're all frauds with no results. I bet they don't even have a Ph.D."

"They're Hydra, they're funded by power and money, not degrees and universities," Steve spoke up.

"So you're telling me they just pulled a few crazy people with crazyass theories on things from a hat and told them they're scientists now? I should've gone to college there, I wanna have money and be told I have a job with more money. All I got from mine a piece of paper saying I know some things and then years of disappointment from being unemployed. I probably look good in a lab coat too."

"A stark difference from your current attire of all black and hooded," Loki pointed out.

I snorted. "All they let me wear after ruining the one I was caught in from their experimentation, they thought the attire should fit the power, how unimaginative is that? Let's just advertise exactly what I can do to everyone around me, that'll throw them off for sure."

"And what can you do?" he challenged.

"Uh-uh, spoilers sweety. A preview of which will cost you extra."

"But we just gave you a free ride," chipped the male pilot.

"Hey, you're not part of this conversation, and I don't even know where we're going, this could be a free ride to something worse. Like Shield or the dentist."

"Bad experience? Ate too much candy as a kid, didn't you?" the pilot guessed.

"If you think there's such thing as too much candy, then your childhood sucked and I pity your past."

"Tony's gonna love this one," mused the female pilot. "What's your name?"

"I've been out of custody for like 15 minutes and finally someone asks! It's Noelle, Nell for short. And you pilots are...?"

"About to land for starters," the man said. "I'm Clint, she's Nat, and we're at base so everyone out of my plane."

"That's Tony's plane actually," quipped Loki as the plane landed and everyone unbuckled. "Come along, meet the rest of my brother's friends."

[rcfcel]

*  /  𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢  𝔟*𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰  !  bet  you  thought  you'd  seen  the  last  of  me  !  lol  apparently  i  like  to  challenge  myself  and  just  haD  to  bring  in  my  new  man  so  yeah  hi  ,  meet  raf  /  rj  !  i'm  v  excited  for  y'all  to  meet  him  —  fair  warning  ,  i'm  starting  from  scratch  with  him  cause  i  got  #inspired  so  i  apologize  if  the  info  below  is  a  mess  !  pls  love  us  .

( tommy martinez, cis male, he/him ) i just saw RAFAEL MICHELENA walking down the streets of provincetown the other day playing CHATEAU by BLACKBEAR out loud. rumor has it that the TWENTY THREE year old is GENEROUS, but can also be AGGRESSIVE — overall they’re a MAVERICK. they remind me of LEATHER SEATS IN BLACK CADILLACS, CIGARETTES SMASHED TO ASHES IN ASHTRAYS, & MALT WHISKEY POURED OVER ICE. ( lenny the pooh, 5, antarctica, she/her )

—— * / 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔰 :

full name : rafael johan michelena

nicknames : raf , rj

age / dob : twenty3 / february 14 , 1996

gender : cis male ( he / him )

sexuality : openly bisexual

occupation : firefighter

hometown : provincetown , ma

label : the maverick ( an unorthodox or independent-minded person )

—— * / 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 :

so dear rafael here was raised by a single father after his mother passed away shortly after he was born due to complications during labour . raf’s father never really wanted kids as he’d been wanting to focus on his paramedic career and was worried he wouldn’t be home enough to be with his family , but his beloved wife had assured him everything would work out in the end — which , of course , it didn’t really because he was left alone with a baby boy he didn’t know how to take care of .

his dad struggled for most of raf’s childhood , having to juggle both his demanding career and an even more demanding child , but with the help of close family and a very generous family who lived next door and took care of raf whenever his father worked night shifts , it all did work out in the end , just as his late mother had promised .

despite his father being away so much , raf developed a very strong relationship with his father . when he was young , his father was away a lot because he was just starting in paramedics so he got stuck with the less desirable shifts — but as rj grew older , his father moved up the ranks of his career and finally made it into a position that didn’t keep him away from home as late , allowing the two to spend some actual time together .

from a young age , raf knew he wanted to save lives like his father . fun fact : one night when he was young and staying over at the neighbour’s house , he drew a little picture of his father in uniform and then drew himself wearing a little uniform too — the neighbour showed this to his father when he picked him up and the grown man damn near cried .

raf has always been super proud of his dad for chasing his dreams and taking on each obstacle that came his way . 

at first , he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a paramedic — which he did , for a short while . after his school graduation , he went to school to get his emt ( emergency medical technician ) certificate and then worked to become a paramedic , by the time he was twenty one he was working the same job in provincetown his dad had been when he was young .

after about a year and a half , raf realized he wanted more . as a paramedic he worked closely with the provincetown firefighters and had always found their bravery inspiring . he got along with the crew well and one night over drinks he confided in them about possibly following along their career path instead . of course they all jumped to say do it , while also giving raf good advice and facts about the job , but nothing they said scared raf away from it — if anything , he was even more excited .

so fast forward a few months , and a very gruelling entrance exam and training period , and he switched out his paramedic uniform for a firefighter uniform and joined his buddies in the station .

it’s been about a year now since he first put on that uniform and rj truly hasn’t looked back since . the hours are rough and the job is laborious , but it’s also super rewarding and he wouldn’t change it for the world .

currently , he lives in a cozy ass apartment in provincetown on his own , although he spends many nights at the station when he’s on duty so i have this headcanon that his apartment is like .. hotel raf lmAO like need a place to crash and get away from shit ? there’s a spare key under the mat .

—— * / 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 :

labels(s) : the maverick , the hedonist , the contingent

maverick : due to his father’s extraneous job , raf grew extremely independent at a young age . when he was finally old enough to stay home and take care of himself , he honestly thrived .

hedonist : working in such emotionally challenging jobs has taught raf to really live life to its fullest and treasure every moment . he never takes anything for granted and is almost always looking for a fun time during his days off .

contingent : while his independence is clear in how he can take care of himself and make his own decisions , raf is incredibly dependent on those around him for support and companionship . he struggles with being alone and is in constant need of company and friendship .

traits : generous , charming , aggressive , protective , passionate , diligent , indulgent , short - tempered .

aesthetics : leather seats in black cadillacs , thick ringlets curling around chiseled features , black jeans with a lighter in the back pocket , cigarettes smashed to ashes in ashtrays , malt whiskey poured over ice , callused hands stuffed in the pockets of a leather jacket .

soundtrack : honestly , i’ve been listening to blackbear during raf’s entire conception so you can literally just listen to his entire discography to get a feel for his vibe .

personality : while he inherited his father’s passion , drive , and general kind demeanour , raf definitely made a name for himself with his slightly mysterious aura at first glance — maybe it’s the mostly black wardrobe , the cigarette that usually dangles from his lips , or the way his brow creases whenever he listens to someone speak like they’re the only person in the universe , he’s a little intimidating at first — but honestly , anyone who really knows him would laugh at people who comment on his mystery : “ yeah , i thought he was gonna be a total asshole at first , could not have been more wrong though ” has definitely been said numerous times about him .

raf’s actually probably the biggest teddy bear in ptown . his heart is somehow bigger than his hair and he welcomes everyone into his life with open arms ( after a short trial run to make sure they’re not gonna fuck with him of course )

he truly loves his friends more than anything . i’m not kidding when i say his apartment is hotel raf cause legit if u need a place to crash , even if it’s 4 in the morning , you can knock on his door and he’ll likely even give up his bed for you .

wears his heart on his sleeve , probably a little too much for his own good , but thrives off of honesty and trust so he’s definitely your go to guy if you’ve got shit going on .

also your go to guy if you need someone’s ass kicked . he’s a firefighter for crying out loud , he drinks preworkout like it’s water and could probably bench the entire snack pack lbr .

he’s a big old hopeless romantic too — he was born on valentine’s day after all .

—— * / 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 :

once again , let me scream into the void that i am open to pretty much anything . lay it all on me , give me your worst and just rIP my heart out why don’t you . but ! below is a list of ideas i brainstormed up for raf 

i really want someone from the family that helped take care of him when he was little !

neighbours , childhood best friends , childhood crush / first kiss

gym buddies PLS give raf a buddy he can call up to go play basketball or challenge to a weight lifting comp LOL

past / present hook ups ! raf’s an emotional guy but his job is stressful as fuck and he def needs soME sort of way to unwind .

exes ! mayhaps they dated in high school and broke up cause theY went off to college while raf stayed back in ptown .

brOS OHMYGODPLS give me joey and chandler , jake and charles , troy and chAD

a brother / sister friendship pls ! someone he can be way too protective of .

platonic soulmates ! my fav !!

an angsty flirtationship / skinny love type deal .

—— * / 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 :

his apartment is suPER masculine . like exposed brick walls , brown leather couches , stainless steel appliances , dark oak tables and shelves , probably big windows all over the place cause he loves natural sunlight . and the whole snack pack 100% knows where the spare key is in case of emergencies ( insert that one scene of friends where monica’s like “ i gave you that key for emergencies ” and phoebe’s like “ we were out of doritos ” )

he’s got a lil grey pit bull named lily that he saved a few months ago ! she’s his pride and joy .

like .. rarely uses his phone . he’s got all the social medias , but only really checks it when someone tags him in something or whatever . prefers to call over text cause texting annoys him , he’s an impatient fuck .

definitely is the pack’s lil doctor . he’ll always unwind and have a fun time , but will 100% be on alert at all times for accidents or anything bad that could happen . and if it does happen , he’s first on the scene — i mean , why wouldn’t you want a licensed paramedic that looks like tommy martinez icing your sprained ankle right ?

he’s never really travelled much , aside from the times he’s been called to neighbouring towns / cities during big emergencies and such with his crew . he’s got major wanderlust and really wants to travel to venezuela and such , but he’s also perfectly content staying in ptown for now .

he’s a celiac — idk why , i just wanted to give him some sort of weakness cause he seems too perfect rn .

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I try to stay away from people that say things like ”I try not to be racist” bc that tells you that they, more likely than not, are actually racist and just know it's not acceptable around you or wherever you live. Same goes for ”I try not to be sexist”.

And another thing that just bothers me is when people say ”I don't see color”. Like, I get they're trying to be inclusive and progressive (or in some cases just trying to win over young people) but it's so misguided! Of course, I would love a world where no one saw color but that's not really possible until poc are on equal footing with whites. I don't feel there's anything wrong with seeing color, but thinking/saying/doing bad things to poc bc of their skin color is wrong (duh, I mean, that's RACISM).

I was (and am) lucky as well as privileged. I was raised by a mother that made sure I didn't get brainwashed by the extremely racist and patriarchal society we live in so I had no idea there was such a thing as inequality for anyone! I didn't know about any types of oppression solely bc my mom didn't want me to treat people differently (bc she was raised by awful people).

My mom forced me to watch Iron Jawed Angels for history (bc we homeschool/homeschooled) which made me start researching women's rights (I already knew a little about civil rights but I went to public school for a while and we all know that stuff is whitewashed. It just never clicked that people were STILL being treated that way). I found feminism bc of the research I did but it was white feminism. I didn't have regular internet access then so I didn't get to look into much, which is why I was a white feminist for a while (I still feel so guilty for being a white feminist even though I didn't mean to be and I was like, 15?). But, one day, I came across an article from Teen Vogue that was explaining the difference.

It said that Black Lives Matter was a part of feminism and I just thought how is it a part of feminism? Feminism is fighting for women's rights and Black Lives Matter is fighting for racial equality and civil rights, so how do they go together? But then the article explained the difference between white feminism and intersectional feminism. I did more research to make sure I understood the term correctly and became an intersectional feminist now that I knew white feminism wasn't true feminism bc it doesn't stand for all women. I've been learning more and more since then and making sure I'm up to date on world news and politics bc that's what I feel a feminist should be doing in order to help everyone everywhere.

Now that I'm well informed on these matters, I nearly blow up when someone says something racist or sexist/misogynist. I'm very depressed by the fact that people are treated so badly for every reason but their actions. That's all that matters, someone's actions. Not their gender, sexuality, skin color, the amount of money they have in their bank account. These things are also why I get so angry about people not taking politics seriously or not caring at all.

And, I hate hearing people say ”its too political these days” (your privilege is showing!) and I HATE the term ”political correctness”. Like, you've got to be so privileged to not be affected by the outcome of any elections and just pretend politics aren't important. It's especially annoying to hear the same people that were whining about Obama ”ruining” everything and talking about how important our country's politics are turn around and just say ”not my problem, stop whining about it” to minorities when they talk about how the 2016 election is hurting them and has been hurting them.

Now, I'm white so my white privilege kept me from knowing racism was a thing bc I didn't have to (and still don't have to, obviously) experience every single day. I really don't know how y'all do it. You're all so, so strong!

Sometimes I even forget (usually not very long) that racism exists bc I just don't look at people that way. And I expect everyone to be the same, which is apparently really hard for people that ”aren't racist” or ”try not to be racist”. And, racists don't disappear when you suddenly ”stop seeing color” while trying to be progressive. They're still here, being hateful to poc and doing everything they can to keep them oppressed.

We whites need to use what privilege we have (even if it's just a little) to help rid of racism in whatever ways we can. That means you have to be quiet when poc are talking about their issues and listen so you can vote for the right people and try to talk to friends and family about how racism effects poc 24/7. It isn't that hard, especially if you actually care about these things. It's not that hard for poc and real allies to tell that you're just ”trying not to be racist” rather than actually not being racist.

Sorry about the rant, y'all. I just really needed to vent about this stuff. Especially racism considering I don't make many posts about it (I need to work on that) even though I reblog a lot of stuff regarding this horrible issue. I just needed to get my personal thoughts out here I guess!

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Most of my friends and I use dating apps to meet people, hook up, and date. There are many dating websites and apps that state that they are “LGBTQ friendly” but for the most part dating sites are more LGBQ friendly than trans friendly. I have read countless articles, internet comments, and profile messages from people who say, “I would never date a trans person.” In fact, only 16 to 18% of Americans say they would be willing to date someone who is transgender. Hearing about people being afraid of or not open to dating a trans person is just one reason why it is so hard to date as a trans person. And even though I have heard it many times before, it is still hard to confront.

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Even once we have been able to select the appropriate identities for yourself and the people you are interested, many trans people still might feel obligated to disclose that they are transgender explicitly in their profiles or early in the conversation. But it often seems like the second you tell someone in the dating world that you are trans, their entire view of you changes. Sometimes, if you don’t come out to someone, they can make you feel like you lied by not disclosing. But if we tell the person on the other end that we are trans, the person may end the conversation in a huff. Either that, or they will fetichize our trans identity, saying something like ‘that’s hot,’ or ‘I’m usually not into trans people but I might like you.’ To be honest, all of those options make me want to run away.

Some trans folks might disclose that they are trans early in the conversation with someone they are interested in dating. Those that are comfortable enough to disclose this information might do so because they don’t want to get their hopes up only for rejection or possible violence if they meet up in person. There have been many instances in which I’ve neglected to disclose my gender identity until I was deep in conversation in someone, which made the person end the conversation and/ or say rude things. Sometimes I disclose my gender identity pretty early in the conversation and they stop messaging me immediately. Although disclosing trans identity in the beginning of a conversation early in the messaging process can be hard because people cut off contact, it’s safer in the long run.

Personally, I know that I am not ready to date yet. I am still in the middle of my coming out process and am focused on myself more than dating someone else. When I see a trans person that is dating and happy I get excited for them and for myself because I know how hard it is to find someone and feel comfortable. I also remember how lonely the single life can be when you are figuring out who you are and living through another heart-filled Valentine’s Day. Sometimes I wish I could have a relationship like the ones I see.

On the other hand, casual relationships are boring after a while. I would rather share all the good things in life with someone while moving around. The reason is I get bored living in a city/country for more than 3 years. Help Reddit coins Reddit premium Reddit gifts. There are a lot of kinds of platonic and non-platonic relationships and many of them are poorly defined. When I think 'casual relationship' I think of a feel-it-out kind of relationship or a placeholder relationship or a relationship that is meant to end given certain circumstances like one partner needing to move away. A casual relationship can mirror a real relationship. And usually after a couple months one of the two of you (in my case, its always her) want to take it to a real relationship. I've found the key to keeping it casual is to make sure you have some kind of sex 9/10 times y'all hang out. Reddit casual relationship. A casual relationship is what it's going to be. It's not 'building' to anything, or 'going somewhere', what you see is what you get. It's like a formal relationship but without the tuxedos. Just going about your daily lives and getting together every once in a while for some fun or a hookup. Rule #1 of casual dating is don’t catch feelings. It sounds like you expect a casual relationship to lead to something but it probably won’t. In my experience casual relationship are for ppl that just want something to feel the void.

All trans people are worthy of love and affection. Dating services city near saint joseph. Hopefully we as a society will begin to see that trans people deserve love, just like anyone else. An important thing to remember though, is that patience is a virtue. Finding someone takes time and effort. And when I found someone who loves me for exactly who I am, as a trans person, I’ll know all the waiting has been worth it.

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Biography:

     A life begins when you first take a breath, they say. You take a breath, and scream life into the world. You mark the world with your voice and then,  you slowly quiet.

  Sometimes, however, you do not make your mark till later. You didn't cry when you were born, and you aren't crying now. But the world can feel you crawling back. Clawing, etching, your name into the spine of everyone regardless if they know you are not. It is not because of who you are. But what you've done; Survived death for six months.

   This is how she came to be. No memory of who she was. That was the deal. No memories of who she had been. Only of what made her. Dying. Death. Life a new. Death would follow her, threaded through her bones. Threaded through the scar on her throat, knitting together her organs and the wound that let them spill. She would never truly be alive again.

  The snow melted. Hands bloodied. Clothes stained and torn to shreds. She was a corpse walking. Wandering. Lost. But a woman, Eludysia, found her. She spoke with confidence, like a woman that knew everything. Took her away, to the other side of the country. A Grandmother she never knew, apparently. A mentor that would help her truly deal with her magic. But first, they would have to work through how death stuck to her. Work through the questions that rose as she fell into memories of what happened reached her. But that would be years. Years of self destruction. Years that she struggled to think beyond what she had become. A heavy thing to process, until she had a heartbeat. And then she breathed. And the world shifted.

  Nearly dying again had struck fear into her chest. A flash of bleeding, bloodied, lost. A memory replaying in her head shook her to her core. Near death experiences tend to do that, of course. Make you crave life. It turned her around, guided her back to living to live instead of exist.

  She sought after knowledge, and power. Made a web of people she knew, connected over things she had interest in. Plays the role her grandmother hoped her to. Not a pawn, not truly. But as her right hand. The Heir to being a Watcher. Meant the world was her playground and she'd have to explore it at the behest of Eludysia.

So she does.

  She travels, place to place. Under the guise of it being a teaching job, or studying plants and what not. Good thing, her doctorate, covers for a lot

.Stats:

Name: Revas Ramsey Nicknames: Vas, Little Witch, Witchy Bitch. Titles: Death Seer Age: 27 Birthday:March 19th Gender: DMAB. Trans-Woman. She/Her pronouns only. Sexuality: Pansexual │ demiromantic Birthplace: Unknown. Residence: California Relatives:                 Eludysia Ramsey [ Grandmother ] (alive)                 Jacob Feldt [ Father ] ( Alive )                 Rani Feldt  [ mother ] ( Alive )                 Miriam Feldt [ sister ] ( alive )                 Jacob Feldt Jr [ brother ] ( alive )

Height: 5'2" Weight: 140lbs Character’s body build: Curved, muscular. Eye Color: Emerald green. Hair Color: Dark red. Type of hair: Very thick. Hairstyle: Usually in a long braid or high tight ponytail. Hair down will go past her calves.  Complexion and skin tone: Freckled & light brown Scars: Multiple facial scars. Deep scar across her throat. Mannerisms: Revas used to stumble a bit while she was nervous. Now she speaks very cooly, and tends to have her arms crossed; a sign of being closed off. Usual Body Posture: Warm. Usually bouncing or inviting to others. Or cold and shut off. Tattoos:

Black work wings on her back

Hebrew for Freedom on her wrist.

Galaxy sleeves.

Class/race: Witch. Half-fae.

Powers & Abilities:

MAGIC:

Offensive Magic:

Magic Attacks

Magic Combat

Power Absorption

Defensive Magic:

Force-Field Generation

Healing Magical

Energy Absorption

Miscellaneous Abilities

Elemental Manipulation

Flight

Magic Aura

Magic Detection

Magic Generation

Magical Constructs

Magical Energy Manipulation

Magically Enhanced Physiology

Personal Domain

Potion Creation - for various purposes (i.e. explosive, healing)

Shapeshifting

Spell Casting        • Spell Amplification        • Spell Creation        • Spell Destabilization        • Spell Mixture        • Spell Negation

Summoning/Banishment

Enchanting

Telekinesis

Telepathy

Teleportation

Transmutation

SEER:

Precognition:  perceive future events before they happen

Retrocognition: to discern events of the past

Death Sense: To detect who was going to die and when their death will occur, but may not be able to prevent it.

Divination: Gain insight of future events by the use of occult ritual.

Clairvoyance:  gain a direct visual information about an object, person, location or physical event through means other than the user's physical sight and allows them to act when they are unable to use their eyes and allows them to hear things at distances.    can sense/see/hear spiritual/psychic beings and other person's presence and perceive emotions, thoughts and memories of others. Some users can project themselves onto the spiritual world.

Empathic: To receive precognitive flashes of the future when exposed to extreme emotion.

Flash: To see things seconds or minutes before they happen.

Dreaming: To perceive future in dreams, whether symbolic, direct or from the perspective of another being.           • Can also alter and manipulate the dreams of others. Usually has       to be in close proximity to the other person ( same house will work best. ) 

Dream Scrying: to dream actual ongoing far-off events.

Psychic Navigation: to locate people/objects or create a mental map of an area.

Psychometry: to perceive the residual information of an object and/or person. This ability isn’t one of her major ones, thus it’s usually only when she focuses on an object/person. 

Shared Vision: to view another user of clairvoyance sight.

Visual Linking: to link one’s vision to others.

VERSES:

Teen: Tag    Takes place between the age of 14 to 18. Mostly your standard highschool au yo.

College: Tag    19 to 26. Standard college au dude. College buds. Hell ye. Watch my girl earn her doctorate.

Future: Tag   45 to whatever age. She's pretty much immortal y'all. Ngl here. So your muse future shit? Older revas time.

Inquisition Related:

    •  Companion: Post │ Tag     Left clan Lavellan at 12. Became a first for another clan. Murdered two people. Left that clan. Became a traveling Keeper. Hung out in Kirkwall for awhile. Went back to being a keeper for a while. Then ya know. Sky explodes. 

  • Advisor: Tag        Instead of a companion the Inquisitor can make her an advisor. She acts more as an ambassador for the dalish and often consults with the mages so their voices have a say in how shit goes. Shit stays relatively the same. just more stress :))

  •    Inquisitor: Post │ Tag   Sort of the same deal. But instead of just leaving for another clan bc too many mages, she used blood magic to try and keep her parents alive post a darkspawn attack. Then all the other shit happened. In Trespasser she's no longer a devotee to Mythal but to Falon'din. 

  • Grey Warden:  Post │ Page │ Codex       Tag ( awakening ) │ Tag ( da2 & dai ) │ Suledin Tag │ Rosal’nan tag   After killing two clan members, she travels Fereldan for three years. After the Blight she joins the wardens. Variants are based on the Wardens choices made by her. Or default if no choices are made.

  •   Specific Talen ( svcraficed ) Warden AU: Tag │ Shora Tag  Plucked outta the woods, half dead and injured, the Warden took her under his wing. Finding him a part of her new family, she takes the name Shora. 

  • Commander  of The Inquisition Forces AU: Tag          Based on a dire need with @desiderrium‘s Cullen to have him actually fucking not be in charge so Revas takes his place. Why is she qualified, you might ask. Well, for the same reason people say that Merrill is. She’s lead people and is trained to lead people, to command and protect her people. Also she’s like. strong as heck so. why not. 

DC: Post │ Tag     What do you do after you've been murdered but aren't dead dead? Ya get the fuck outta dodge. Except it leaves an impact. So you become a goddamn vigilante.             • Side AU: Blue Lantern verse where Revas is chosen to be a blue Lantern.

Fallout: Post │ Tag    Primarily between Fallout 3, NV & 4.       • Standard: Revas is a former Courser turned Gunner, turned Mercenary. Her age is unknown. Her Identity as a Synth even more so. She travels with Faron, a sniper.        • Other one: Instead of being a synth, she's a Psyker with seer abilities & telepathy.

Overwatch: Post │ Tag    All I know is that she died. Got really fucked up. I'm thinking Nanobots to control plants & shit ya know. We'll see I think. Just know shes dead. Dead ish. Like genji “””dead” but also Reaper dead. Cybernetic nanobot cloud of fuck you. Tho she's melee af yo.

Mass Effect Trilogy:  Post │ Tag    Still debating if Revas is gonna be a Quarian or just a Jewish woman from Earth. Who knows. Probably human bc its easier lbh. Powerful af Biotic human who's a badass merc w/ her pal Faron. Y'all catching a pattern?

Mass Effect: Andromeda: Post │ Tag   Human Biotic. Came to Andromeda because she wanted to get away from bad shit. She studied botany and agriculture so ya know early release to help with food but. She sided against the Initiative and fucked off to Kadara.

Elder Scrolls: Post │ Tag   Wood elf magic user who is sort of a cannibal and eats general kills. Because religious reasons. Stumbles into Skyrim w/ Faron bc she wants to travel and help her people everywhere.

The Raven Cycle:  Post │ Tag      Crossover with her normal verse. Revas works at Aglionby Academy as a history teacher. Her involvement in the series is up to You. 

Murder Mom:  Post  │ Tag        The verse post is Graphic. Tw for abuse ( childhood sexual abuse ), rape implied, murder, violence, death, & murder.      A Modern Conversion of her Inquisitor verse. Revas’s parents are murdered when she’s twelve. She gets taken in by an abusive family that sort of planned it all. Ends up murdered. Comes back and fucks their shit up. She’s an extremely powerful witch in this AU, as well as a CEO of her grandmothers company. She’s not afraid to kill. 

No Death: Tag     Based on this drabble. Not extremely explicit but does have mentions & implications of abuse, sexual abuse, trauma, depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempted, cancer, & family death.        In this AU, it’s a case of if Revas didn’t die at all. Instead of dying, her magic lashed out and killed her attackers. & she forced herself to stay alive because of hope and wanting to. Her magic sort of hit an awoken state that gave her high abilities in healing magic, usually on herself. Thus keeping her alive even when the guilt from murder got too much. In her early 20′s and late teen years, her parents passed away and she was left with her younger siblings, twin toddlers. Took a deal with a shady grandmother for money & immortality, mainly the money. & now still lives in a brownstone in New York, studying history working two jobs & trying to be a good mom for her siblings. 

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Disclaimer: Not an expert. Not a historian. Obviously can’t speak for everyone who IDs with the mentioned labels. (As for the title, I just heard it for the first time the other day and thought it was funny so I wanted to use it)

I made a post a while back about how bisexuality doesn’t exclude nonbinary people, and it’s kinda blown up. I made the mistake of turning on my notifications and my phone froze. Ever since, the post has gotten a lot of replies like “then what is pansexuality” “bi means two” “bi means only male and female” etc.

So here we go.

From what I learned, bisexual was a term coined by doctors, and it was meant to define people who “encompassed two sexualities” (gay and straight). Bisexuals later reclaimed that word. Now you have to consider the time period. I’m not gonna say trans and nb didn’t exist, because of course they did, but they definitely weren’t that visible.

When the idea of genders outside the binary came into play, new terms were coined, like polysexual and pansexual. Now, these 3 labels overlap sometimes. But labels are meant to help you, not put you in a box. And you choose which label you use.

Some reasons why someone might choose one over another?

Bisexual is a more well-known term. Probably won’t have to explain to most people. The bisexual community has a longer history, is more visible and (from what I’ve seen where I live) is more active. I identify as bisexual because I find it to be a more fluid label. It can mean attraction to more than one gender, any 2 genders, two or more, same and different genders, etc.

Polysexual is also a rather fluid label. It’s usually defined as the attraction to multiple/several genders. You might choose this to call attention to the existence of nonbinary people. Maybe you like the fluidity of this. Maybe you think the flag colors are prettier. Anything. Any reason is a good enough reason to choose a label you feel comfortable identifying with.

Pansexual. Maybe you want to let people know right off the bat that you’re attracted to all genders. Maybe gender isn’t really a factor for you when it comes to who you’re attracted to. Maybe you don’t have a preference (a couple pan friends of mine have stated that they don’t have a preference, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t be pan and have a preference).

I could easily identify as polysexual or pansexual. So why don’t I? Why is it that I, someone who doesn’t have a gender preference and am attracted to nonbinary people, don’t call myself pan?

Because I don’t want to. I personally feel most comfortable about using bisexual. And do you really need more of a reason than that?

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I remember how important reading and watching coming out stories was for me when I was in the closet, so I thought I'd go ahead and share mine. It's kind of a long story, but I felt the need to share this for anyone struggling with their sexuality.

So, usually these things start with childhood, don't they? And knowing you were different from a young age. Honestly, I didn't have that experience. Sure, there were some nonstandard aspects, like my parents splitting a week after I was born and divorcing two years later, or that I have basically been placed in honors/gifted child courses since age 5, but, for what it's worth, I grew up pretty MMidwestern standard. I went to an Assemblies church every Sunday and Wednesday, made an appropriate amount of friends in both sexes, didn't really ever cause a ruckus. I chased after girls that were cute or whatever, thus leading to people saying I had crushes, but I was just a little kid trying to fit the mold and had none of the vocabulary to understand myself or what was actually going on.

Here is how I know I grew up in the digital age: besides the underwear aisle, the place I began to question my sexuality was YouTube. The summer between grades 5 and 6, I would watch these generic funny videos. I would always come back to this one video of this guy getting scared awake. It's lost to the annals of time now, but I would always pause the video on him and wonder why I had the warm fuzzies when I looked at him. I think I knew in those moments that I was gay, I just didn't do anything about it because I was eleven and didn't feel like going on a journey of self discovery. 

But, of course, that didn't stop my life from going the way it did. As we as queer people often do in the closet, I developed a dual identity. To the outside world, I was the consummate conservative teenage Christian. I talked about right wing politics. I played piano in two church bands. I was a junior leader in my youth group. I ran the projector system. I was a straight A student and I was equally well-versed in what the Bible had to say on a myriad of topics. And, naturally, I prayed the gay away, making fun of people who couldn't with my friends. Y'all, internalized homophobia is a bitch. 

To the inside, I was virtually a different person. I wrote diary style entries on being gay and being afraid to come out of the closet. I would go out of my way to find LGBTQ+ romance videos or writings or tips on my little 4th generation iPod Touch. I would read and try to educate myself when I had heard or learned something new. 

I could not for the life of me make these two sides get along. I would go to church and church camp, try to pray the gay away, and then wake up the next morning wondering why God continued to saddle me with being gay. One minute, I could be blissfully okay with being gay as I was starry-eyed at my history teacher, the next I was depressed beyond belief because no one should be attracted to their same gender and I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me that I was. I could go and be an apologist for my church's view on the LGBTQ community and then go home horrified at what I was saying and what I was being taught. 

The final straw for me was my last heterosexual relationship. I'll protect her identity by calling her J. J went to IWU, but we had gone to high school together for two years. Christmas break of freshman year here at AU, we went on a date and immediately posted to her Facebook that she was in a relationship once the date was done. In the four weeks we dated, I did a lot of thinking. On one hand, I knew that this was my chance to be normal, be just fine, and live like I had been told all these years. But I knew I didn't love her and I couldn't love her. Everyone deserves to love and be loved back. Me leaving her in a loveless relationship would not have been right and I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let that happen. So, one night, I broke up with her. The next day, I put myself into counseling. 

The beauty of counseling, for me, was that the goal was not to try to fix me or any of the problems I was facing, but it was just a space to talk about things I had been holding back for years and years. I was able to talk through sexuality, what I was told to believe, and what I actually believed. I was able to heal from coming out too early to people when I wasn't ready. I met the founder of Neighbors and the succeeding president through a counseling group exclusively for LGBTQ+ students. I doubled the number of people I was out to in one fell swoop by attending a meeting. That's when I consider my coming out journey to have begun.

Over the following months, I continued, coming out to people I trusted and folks from my high school individually. Eventually, I found the guts to come out to my single mother who didn't take it as well as I'd hoped she would, but we've since come a long way in our relationship and have no problem discussing sexuality out in the open anymore. 

My big public coming out was one year ago today. I typed up a long message on my Evernote, took screenshots, said a prayer, saw the one person that casually appears every time I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown, and hit send into a massive group chat. I honestly could not have asked for a  better reaction. Word may have spread a bit too much, as word had gotten to my advisor who, God love him, has a big mouth, but I took it in stride because I didn't have to hide anymore and I could finally be a complete and whole version of myself.

In the year since my massive coming out, life has not been easy. I've had soaring highs and crushing lows, really hard situations and a lot I wish I could take back and do over. But, of all these things, I would never take back coming out. Coming out was a scary and painful process, but I have come out stronger on the other side. I am proud of who I am, who I am becoming, and of the people I get to consider my family underneath the rainbow. I get to love unapologetically as myself, out and proud as queer as the day is long. Life may not instantly become easy once you come out, but God does it get better.

It's not safe for everyone to come out. If you're in one of those situations, know that your pain is felt and you still have 100% love and support from us who are out in the open. And, for those of us who are out in the open, let's leverage our power for our family that doesn't have the luxury. We as out queer people have the responsibility to be the role models for others that we never had growing up. We have the responsibility to look after our weak and our young and to be beacons of hope for our people in unsafe situations. To be fiercely queer and never silent.

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BIOGRAPHY:

     (Gonna focus on recent events/years because I'm not gonna cover her WHOLE life bc that's a lot of time yo)

    What do you do when you can see death before it happens? When you can tell what happens to a loved one long before it happens? You live with it. Maybe you once tried to stop it, but you can't stop fate. It'll find a way. The same is said when you see a spark in darkness.

   You see her die. Watch the cruelty happen. And it makes you weep, it breaks your heart. But it has to happen. So when her light is snuffed out, you wait. You watch and wait till she claws her way out of the darkness. Brighter, and free. New and full of power beyond what she would have been. Of course, you see the darkness that lingers in her chest.

   That small bit of darkness is what you sweep away as you take her under your wing. You give her life beyond what she could have had. Your daughter was a kind mother, no doubt, but would never be able to help this girl. Not like you can. Not with lighting the sparks in her eyes, the swirling lights of her very soul.

   For years you take care of her, you still do from a distance. She learns quickly and you feel pride you never had the chance to feel. You love your family with your whole heart, but this girl.. She's a bright light for everyone around her, and you know this. Admire this. Are proud of this. You teach her everything you can. Things she's ready for, waiting for the days she can be ready for other things.

  You keep yourself back, under guises to watch the world. To protect her and the others that look up you.

STATS:

Name: Eludysia Ramsey Nicknames: The Great Seer, Ancient Lady, Old woman, Granny Seer Titles: The Ancient Seer Age: ??????? Birthday: Unknown. Claims its December 24th. Gender: Female. Sexuality: Bisexual Other: Older than dirt. Birthplace: ??? Residence: California

Relatives:

   Revas Ramsey – Granddaughter [ Alive ]

   Rani Feldt – Daughter [ Alive ]

   Jacob Feldt – Son-in-law [ Alive ]

   Miriam Feldt – Granddaughter [ Alive ]

   Jacob Feldt Jr. - Grandson [ Alive ]

   Unknown – Husband [ deceased ]

   Betty Hertz – Daughter [ Alive ]

   Alexander Hertz – Grandson [ Alive ]

   Morgan Hertz – Granddaughter [ Deceased ]     

Height: 6'0 Weight: 140lbs Character’s body build: Toned. Eye Color: Usually dark brown. Changes when she wants them to. Hair Color: Black/Dark brown. White/Silver sometimes. Varies. Type of hair: Thick, soft. Hairstyle: Varies. Usually in tight braids or twists. Scars: ??? Mannerisms: Tends to exude confidence. Has a smile on her face most times, but very watchful gaze. Tends to look as if she's looking into you, rather than at you. Usual Body Posture: Clasped hands at her waist. Hands hanging from her pockets by her thumb. Loose, but confident, strong. Yet a warm smile and relaxed appeal.

Tattoos:

Most of her body is covered in various symbols & sigils. Though a portion of them are actually scars on her body.

There's a space on her wrists where all her family's names are tattooed in their native scripts.

On the top of her hands; an eye on both. (Though they tend to look like just a thick curved line bc they're usually closed)

Faceclaim(s): Angela Bassett. Leslie Uggams. (Other’s will be shown eventually. we’ll see.) Class/race: Seer. Unknown. Presumably Fae.

Abilities

   Spellcasting   

   Shapeshifting

   Alter self

   Telepathy/Telekinsis 

   Elemental control

   Foresight

   Postcognition

   History Reading

   Psychometry

   Sensory Scrying

   Empathy 

   Death Sense

   Aura Reading

   Astral Projection

   Dream Scrying

   Psychic Navigation

   Shared Vision

okay im not gonna list all of her abilities. She's a very old, very powerful, seer & magic user. She's gonna know a lot of shit about a lot of things. But, what she knows is up to y'all okay?  Also she can change her shape, age & size whenever ??? but usually she stays her normal looking self. But occasionally she'll look like a really old woman or turn into a white raven.

VERSES:

Past: Can take place in pretty much time period. I'll come up w/ more details later, but ye.

Future: You got a future muse from like 2286? I promise u Eludysia's alive & well.

Dragon Age: Eludysia's not really the meeting type, but she does exist. I may eventually come up with some like Advisor verse for her. Bc if you think she's gonna go traveling as a fuckin sidekick u are mistaken. But, if you wanna write to her as an inquissy, go for it. Just say you know her via Revas.

DC: She's seen a lot of shit in her years. Seen good people die. Seen heroes come and go. Seen the end of the world probably a few times, only to have it saved. She's an ancient being, she's used to your bullshit. Living in Coast City, she acts more as a Psychic when she's bored. Otherwise, she considers herself an old hero. The Original Corvid. Dawning white feathers. Kicking ass & taking names of old villains. But she's now just a guardian of the planet. Of the people.

Fallout: 4.       I'm thinking she's an old ghoul, or an ageless psyker. Who knows. All you gotta know is she's either chilling in Goodneighbor, or at one of the settlements. She tends to follow Revas around in secret tbh.

Overwatch: She's old. Older than most of the people heroes now. Probably far too old for this shit. But, ya know. Nanobots or whatever keep her looking younger than Anna. She's been working with nanotech since they were even available. A pioneer from ages past probably. But nah, I unno full story yet. She's old, genius, and a hero who's tired of your bullshit probably. Also probably a support character? Maybe. Or maybe a defense. Who knows. I'll figure it out.

Mass Effect Trilogy: I know this is weird, but I'm pretty sure she's Asari. Which is weird bc Revas is like. Either a human or Quarian. But ya know. She's supposed to be like OLDDDDD as heck. (u see the theme yet?) But who knows maybe she's a really old human with some mad tech to make her look younger and keep her alive??? who knows!!! possibilities. Whatever she is she's an EXTREMELY powerful Biotic.

Mass Effect: Andromeda: Human. Old. Powerful Biotic. Better at the sciences, probably one of the people in charge. Doesn't care about the other leaders too much, she just wants to protect everyone the best she can. And help them. Probably looked at more like a Mentor that no one takes seriously.

Elder Scrolls: A very old wood elf who tends to be everywhere and no where at once. People tend to associate her with one of the Daedra but, no one really knows.

Other's may come out eventually. Keep an eye out for specific posts per au.