#Trans Mages Week 2021

[johannestevans]

Saturday Summary 02/10/2021

Good morning, and happy October!

I've been feeling absolutely great the past few weeks, and the plan is to dig into a few essay topics, to maybe work on some spooky shorts as we come up to the end of October, and also to keep on my DS9 kick and writing some fanfic on the side too!

I've been looking at my calendar, and I'm hoping to go to some events in and around Bristol and Cardiff in the next few months - if anyone has any recommendations for art and culture events coming up, definitely feel free to send me recs, especially for comic and sci-fi and fantasy events.

Just a note that alongside my main Twitter, JohannesTEvans, I've also set up a side account called DarkFicJohannes where I'll be posting a lot more erotica with darker themes, including harder kinks and consent issues. I'm planning to dig into writing this sort of content a bit more often, including in writing TweetFic on DarkFicJohannes, and also writing full prose but please note that I won't be posting it on Patreon or Medium - the plan is to publish this stuff on Ao3, with some of it being fanfic, and other stuff just being original!

If I do any bigger stuff or serials, it'll appear in eBook collections down the line, but it will initially be published on Ao3. DarkFicJohannes isn't a separate account because I feel any shame about writing rape fantasy or more extreme kink, but to ensure people are definitely certain as to what they're clicking when they move to follow, and obviously everything on Ao3 will be suitably and specifically tagged!

People should always heed content warnings on any of my work, but for a significant while I've been talking a lot about the benefits and commonality of rape fantasy, reclaiming bodily autonomy and working through dysphoria via eroticised kink, and similar things over the past year, but not actually writing much on those subjects, so I just want to do more of that!

In the meantime, new works published...

Summary of New Works Published

TweetFic: The Vampire's New Pet

Mmm, a bit of a new bar manager being hired for more than he expected? On my new priv account, which is for darker themed content!

Dubious consent, handfeeding, stuffing, biting, and D/s.

Read on Twitter

Star Trek Deep Space Nine Fanfic: Cold Reminders

Rated M. Julian Bashir & Kelas Parmak, Elim Garak/Julian Bashir. 2.9k. Exile!Julian Bashir, Cardassia, Complicated Relationships.

Kelas Parmak's new coworker, an ex-Starfleet Human, is not what he would have expected.

He realises with a cold certainty exactly who he reminds him of soon after making his acquaintance.

Read on Ao3

Fantasy Short: A Hike

A young mage discusses his youth with his favourite stablemaster.

Just a little Cicero Penllwynog and Coshel Fenwick bickering!

1.2k, light humour. CW for passing reference to corporal punishment and underage sex.

Read on Medium / / Read on Patreon

TweetFic: The Baker and the Businessman

Teasing and banter, flusterment and flirting... All that good stuff.

Read on Twitter

Fantasy Short: Temple Stone

In a temple of Zeus, a beautiful stranger tells a story of Hades and Persephone.

Rated T, 3.5k, with a new appearance from Ganymede Cavendish. CW for ableist attitudes.

Read on Medium / / Read on Patreon

TweetFic: A Valet's Service

A valet helps his charge with his anxiety at a family function! Content throughout is based in social anxiety.

Read on Twitter

Star Trek Deep Space Nine Fanfic: Interpersonal Studies

Rated E. Julian Bashir/Elim Garak. 67k, WIP. Part I: Deep Space Nine is now completed, and Part II: Bajor is now underway.

Garak and Julian work to get the measure of one another, each of them trying to see what's hidden under the other man's skin.

Once upon a time, Julian imagined he might do better on a planet other than Earth, that he was a sort of modern-day changeling child, abandoned on a planet he wasn't fit for.

It cut at the time that it wasn't true - it cuts all the deeper when, some years down the line, Earth sees fit to abandon him to someone else's planet after all.

Read on Ao3

Star Trek Deep Space Nine Fanfic: Show of Gratitude

Rated E. Julian Bashir/Dukat. 1.2k. Noncon, trans!Julian Bashir, oral sex, begging, overstim.

Dukat rescues Doctor Bashir and his medical team.

On the way back to Deep Space Nine, he expects Bashir to show his gratitude.

Read on Ao3

#original fiction #deep space nine #fanfic #weekly summary

[trans-mages]

as of July 4th, midnight...

The posting period for the Pride flash round of our very first Transmages Exchange has officially started! 🌸

Gifters are allowed to share their pieces starting today, July 4th, until the start of next week, July 11th (unless they asked for an extension, which will be notified to the receiver)

As already stated, the posting instructions are:

💌 Mention both the person you are gifting and our account (@trans-mages) in your Tumblr post 💌 Use the tag #transmages exchange (and if you'd like to add others relating to our event, we suggest #transmages flash exchange and #transmages exchange 2021!) 💌 If needed, remember to always TW or CW sensitive topics present in your piece, especially if related to transphobia 💌 Post your gift primarily on Tumblr 💌 If you want, you can also post it on AO3 and submit it to our official collection (transmagesexchange2021) (remember to gift it to your assigned user!) 💌 Not sctrictly necessary, but, if possible and considered relevant, mention the trans* and GNC headcanons from your gift in your post or in the tags of your piece on Tumblr and/or AO3 💌 And don't forget to share and enjoy other people's submissions and gifts! <3

Now... a few surprises? 👀✨

This is a little gift from us to everyone who participated, using the most prominent headcanons of the Exchange – thank you all so much for being a part of this event! It has been amazing to organize it, and i'm so happy all of you signed up! (click for quality) (also, appreciate tiny hand simon and limp wrist attempt baz)

AND, as my dearest darling mod Renée decided to join last minute (literally, last week!), we paired up and I made this (og post) for them, so it would match the art I made for all of you from the Exchange <33

Last but not least:

Once all the gifts are posted, we are going to officially announce our next (and also very exciting) event, and share the interest check form for it!!!!! Yay!!! So stay tuned, everyone!!

We wish you all a great Exchange season! 🤍💙💖

@wellbelesbian @ethereal-puppet @gin-n-tonic17 @sharing-a-room-with-an-open-fire @mostlymaudlin YAY!!!! <33

#transmages exchange #transmages flash exchange #transmages exchange 2021 #mod sword #gift

[omgkalyppso]

Fanfic Writer Tag Game

I'm sure this was supposed to be done before the new year but it's 2021 somewhere. @bladesandstars tagged me, thank you for thinking of me!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I have never loved and thought about a ship as much as my fe3h ot4. I feel like they shouldn't count, since 50%+ of the content is headcanon and self-generated, but claude x lorenz x hilda x fae occupy my mind and will surely represent some huge part of me if or when I'm able to set them down for some new interest. Real ships that would be more comprehensible answers: dragon age's warden* x zevran, and dbz's vegeta x bulma.

*This could be anyone's warden but if it's mine, it's my mage Illusen Amell.

How many works do you have on AO3?

When I started posting for fe3h, I deleted some past works to distance myself from a fandom I'd grown to despise. At this time, 65.

What's your total AO3 word count?

A respectable 532,632.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Please Don't Leave, an M rated overwatch, mchanzo hurt/comfort oneshot.

But How Bad An Idea Was It Really?, an E rated fe3h, sylvain x nb! amab byleth x transmas felix smut fic. It was written as a gift for a friend.

As Many Problems As There Are Stars, an M rated baldur's gate 3, astarion x oc fluff fic.

I Thought You Were Dead, an M rated mass effect 3, shoker hurt/comfort oneshot.

Eligible Means Desirable, Not Qualified, an M rated fe3h, ashe x claude fluff fic. Also written as a gift for a friend.

Do you reply to comments, why or why not?

I used to reply right away, lately it's taken me months. I feel like I have to either earn being able to reply by posting enough or feel like I need to keep the comment in my inbox to treasure before letting it go. I shouldn't do this probably and will try and get back into replying more frequently in the coming weeks.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I don't write angst. I write hurt/comfort. I have 3 fics with angst related tags but ... I'm a big blubbery baby and I need to write happy endings. I appreciate reading angst, but thus far haven't really stayed with it entirely. I'll say A Little Bit Of Memory even though this isn't one of my fics that uses the angst tag. It's a T rated yurileth fic that takes place four thousand years post canon.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I'll go with Trust Or Something Like It, which is an E rated syldue fic which was planned to be a smut fic but ended up with a rather long introduction and a very sweet conclusion, I feel. I went into it just looking to write sylvain into a compromising position and I fell in love with their dynamic.

Do you write crossovers?

I don't! But I wouldn't be opposed. I'd be more interested in writing AUs, but crossovers can be fun.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. I have had to delete 3 comments off my fics. Two were only because of my My Unit OC in the My Unit | Byleth tag. But when I used to read Awakening fic everyone always used the My Unit | Robin | Reflet tag for their My Unit OC's. I stand by it. The other comment was antisemitic.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

17/65 of my fics feature smut! Which is such a smaller figure than I'd expect. I'm very proud of the intimacy I write. Always consensual. Always queer. Often featuring a trans character. And 8/17 of my smut fics feature polyamory as a feature, so I write a fair amount of group scenes.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I've seen my blog on mirror sites before, and so yeah, I think anything I've posted to tumblr has been stolen.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet! I'd love to work with someone on this if anyone's interested.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. I talk to people and ask for their input, but not to the extent of us each writing a section or working together as co-writers would. I am uncertain if I'm ready for that but there are some people I'd trust.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but dont' think you ever will?

I don't think it counts as a WIP because I have nothing else immediately written down but my fic On The Isle Of Thunder reached a stopping point and at the time was declared to be on indefinite hiatus and still is. It's an M rated world of warcraft, lor'themar theron x oc adventure & romance fic. I was playing the battle for azeroth expansion and I just hated it so much. I don't know that I can ever go back to that universe.

What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think I'm good at finding character voices. I'll often look at / listen to dialogue to try and get pacing and vocal ticks, expressions and maybe even a canon phrase or two into what I'm writing. I'd like to think I'm good at setting the emotional mood in my smut fics. And maybe I'm good at balancing having a larger number of characters in a scene.

What are you writing weaknesses?

I'm repetitive. I worry I over-describe movement and under-describe atmosphere and setting. I worry the characters I write are unrealistic when I want them to be relatable.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think that this can be fun, but that writing in the vocal tags that the character is speaking another language but continuing the fic in the same language as originally if the perspective / narrator understands it, or not including the written dialogue if the perspective / narrator doesn't understand it, works just as well. I have used a word or two of various languages in the midst of my fics for the vibe, but I think if you had whole paragraphs that this would be annoying for people using screen readers.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

At all? On paper in a spiral notebook, I wrote a Betty and Veronica fic where they shared a bra because it made them more popular with the boys, but it was extremely Gay. My mother found it and I promised I would never write anything like it ever again (ha!), and I showed her the comic it was based on, where this was the same fucking plot but it was about a blue pick up truck (somehow gayer), because she was worried these events had happened to friends of mine.

Digitally? A wizard fandom that I don't want to mention by name that you can probably guess.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Unfinished? My E rated fe3h ot4 soulmate au I Wanna Be Yours. I will finish it this year. It's my biggest project on ao3 (135k words so far), and even unfinished, I'm so proud of it. The emotions I wrote in it, the emotions I had writing it... My obsession. My labour of love.

Finished? My G rated fe3h dedue character study written for the CHOP zine Sacred Dedication. I don't know how obvious it would be to anyone I didn't tell overtly, but I ascribed meaning to the colors in his attire based on indigenous significance placed on the colors of a medicine wheel. I studied over a dozen indigenous prayers to inform the prayer I wrote for dedue, and had another native person read it because even then I was worried I might be too influenced by xianity. But I tried to be very sensitive about putting a soft layer of my experience into his beliefs for the sake of this fic, and I'm so proud of the finished product.

Tagging: @allycryz, @sevarix-writes, @recurringwriter, @indigowallbreaker and anyone else who wants to!

Thank you to anyone who read this whole thing.

#long post

[thetokentrans]

I posted 586 times in 2021

13 posts created (2%)

573 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 44.1 posts.

I added 114 tags in 2021

#to beeb💙 - 24 posts

#transgender - 14 posts

#trans man - 14 posts

#nonbinary - 13 posts

#trans woman - 11 posts

#ftm - 11 posts

#mtf - 9 posts

#thetokentrans - 6 posts

#youtube - 6 posts

#trans guy - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#really thinking of making a blog specifically to vent shit like this that isn't connected to my main blog or any of my secondary blogs

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

My new video is live! Join me in the world of Azeroth as I play my nightborne mage, Aanira.

1 notes • Posted 2021-02-04 23:17:19 GMT

#4

you say I tell you time and time again how i feel

But words never seem enough to explain

The feeling of home I get when you're close

The contendedness I feel when I hold you

The warmth whenever I think of you

The hope I have for a future with you

It's all so much bigger than words can convey

Especially when I don't think I've felt this way before

2 notes • Posted 2021-01-05 06:42:47 GMT

#3

Let’s talk about gender euphoria vs gender dysphoria. This week’s video is LIVE!

https://youtu.be/FKEBfSrjGHk

5 notes • Posted 2021-01-28 23:00:56 GMT

#2

Oh, I don't like that! | Outlast gameplay

5 notes • Posted 2021-01-21 20:01:22 GMT

#1

I uploaded a new to Youtube! In it, I review the Infinite Noise by @laurenshippen based in the @brightsessions universe. Let’s just say it’s one of my favorite books of all time.

7 notes • Posted 2021-01-14 20:01:41 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Youtube

[wolfywordweaver]

Squeaking into Day Three of @transmagesweek!

This silly thing was inspired by the prompts "waking up next to you" and "gender euphoria." I hope you all enjoy!

P.S. this takes place in the same universe as my entry for Day One of the fest.

*****

Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, and the warmth began to tug at my consciousness. I could tell from the breathing next to me that Simon was already awake, and I could feel the smile already beaming my way. Who the fuck wakes up with a smile on their face?

This fool.

This damned fool.

This damned fool that I loved enough to share a bed with regardless of our differences in preferred sleeping hours.

One of my eyes opened groggily and I was rewarded with a happy huff and eyes crinkled from smiling so wide. It was definitely a good day, and I felt most of my annoyance melt away.

Life with Simon after the events of the White Chapel had always been an emotional rollercoaster, and even now a couple of years removed from it there were days and weeks that xe could barely make it out of bed. I could never take a happy Simon for granted, even if it messed with my beauty sleep.

"Can I, Baz?" xe whispered softly against my cheek before pressing a kiss.

As much as I love xem and did not take xir joy for granted, that didn't mean that I always enjoyed this bit in the mornings.

"Of course," I mumbled half-heartedly before burying my face in the pillow for a moment of darkness.

Xe nudged me softly on the shoulder and I got the message, so I rolled over to my back to settle myself more comfortably. After months of experimentation, we found the best way for me to stay comfortable was in a slightly reclined position, so I placed the pillows accordingly as I avoided his excited tail flickering all around the bed like a wild thing.

Yawning, I leaned back and nodded, glancing at the clock and cursing summer for forcing my days to start earlier and earlier.

A heavy weight settled on my torso, limbs moving and patting over me happily while one of the large talons on a wing nearly gouged my face off. I used my arms to wrangle Simon's wings so xe wouldn't knock over or break anything while xe managed the rest of xir body.

It was less than a minute of maneuvering before xe was finally quite happily settled on top of me, xir contented face resting on xir arms crossed over my chest and the rest of xir body splayed out over mine. Simon's wings curled around us, mercifully blocking out some of the morning light.

Now, Simon Snow atop of me is a blessing in many ways, but xe is actually quite heavy when xe settled down into dragon-mode like this. I'm absolutely certain that I would be crushed to death many times over if I hadn't been Turned.

Why do dragons have to lay on the things they treasured?

I'm honored and well pleased with the treasured bit, but it is always difficult to breath under xem. I used to complain about it a lot, but that was before I realized just how happy and comfortable it made xem feel about xemselves.

Loving Simon has never been the easiest thing, but it is something that I have and always will choose. Xir body, gender identity, goals, reasons for living, and just about everything else has changed, but Simon is still Simon.

Xe likes to know where I am and to keep me under xir thumb (but thank Crowley in a more healthy manner than before). Xe is possessive and giving and loving and grateful and...so many things.

And after only a couple of years I'm even more obsessed with xem than I ever was before. Obsessed and stupidly in love.

Stupidly in love enough to lay quietly with the air being crushed out of my lungs because it's a dragon kind of morning and those always make Simon even more happy. Stupidly in love enough to crack a (tiny) smile as xe grins contentedly at me and that crimson tail wraps more tightly around my calf. I don't need much blood flowing to my legs and feet anyway.

I'm disturbed. Ask anyone.

#transmagesweek #trans mages week 2021 #SnowBaz #Simon Snow #Baz Grimm-Pitch #non-binary #neopronouns #morning #fluff #Baz always has to be bitching about something #even when he's happy #Wolfy writes

[wolfywordweaver]

Trans Mages Week 2021 DAY 6 - solidarity, pastel/punk

NOTE: this started out with the idea that Baz's dad didn't accept him being gender fluid but has somehow morphed into something a bit more. There's MalMage, a brewing storm, genderfluid vampire Baz, potentially gender confused Simon, biker gangs, magic, fantasy world building, 50s inspired towns, and political intrigue. What a mess. I don't know where I'm going with this, but it's possible that I'll morph this into a full blown thing.

The roar of the motorcycles was a familiar buzz in Simon’s ears, something that usually lulled him into a state of zen. However, this time there was a change in the feel of the roar, and he could catch a different scent on the wind. There was a town up ahead.

It took conscious effort to keep his folded wings from stretching out behind him at the thought of being able to make a stop and maybe even spending a couple of days somewhere. The Mage’s Men had been on the road for a while, slowly making their way to a kingdom out further past the High Mountains.

There had been a few odd jobs here and there to keep them fed and content until they got this big one, and he was hoping that maybe the nearing Watford would have a little something to do. It had been a while since he’d tasted a nice hot scone or something sweeter than a pack of discount sandwich cookies.

Davy threw back a few hand signs and Simon grinned widely. A much needed stop was just what they needed. The rest of the ride into down was a blur, and soon the whole pack was taking a quick tour to gauge the place.

Watford was a lot like most of the little towns hovering outside of capital cities. Coven’s magic signature was over everything, a bond of protection should anything befall the small town. Davy was not a huge fan of Coven, and Simon glanced nervously at the man.

Davy Mage was the leader of their gang, a man with great vision, testicular fortitude, and a willingness to do whatever it took to reach his goals. He’d earned the title of Mage after years of battle with another family, and Simon was quite lucky to have gained the title of Heir.

Whether Davy was his actual biological father or not was up for debate, but Simon tried not to worry himself about things like that. Davy was the closest thing he had to a father, and knowing the truth of the matter wouldn’t change anything. Any curiosity or whisper of discontent was tucked deep down with all the other things he didn’t want to think about.

Right now, the only thing he wanted to think about was finding a nice inn that offered hot breakfast. Freshly cooked food and a soft place to sleep sounded blissful, and he definitely needed a shower. Offing another round of goblins after his head had left him in dire need of getting cleaned up. Even his leathers had gotten messy in that battle.

Thankfully, the Mage didn’t change his mind and direct them out of town. They rode through the town square, taking in the views of shops and concerned looking citizens. It was normal to have people frightened of them until their intentions were made known.

There were a lot of wandering gangs that were carrying out missions from the larger kingdoms, and most towns never knew if they were on a hit list or not. If these guys were under the protection of Coven, they might be less than friendly for the duration of their stay, but Simon didn’t care. It’s not like he planned on settling here or anything.

Just a bit of food and rest was all he needed to be ready to move on.

The whole gang pulled up to a modest looking inn, and then the engines were shut off. Groaning in relief, Simon swung his leg back over and off his bike before allowing his blood-red wings and tail to stretch out. Premal jumped back in annoyance so that he didn’t get knocked off his feet, but Simon couldn’t be bothered to care.

Everyone knew that they needed to keep their distance.

“Simon,” the Mage barked as he pulled off his helmet and ran a hand through his hair, “get up there and scope things out.”

“Yes, sir!”

Flying was one of the only things better than riding down the open road, Simon thought as he felt the wind whipping around his body. The large wings at his back beat loudly, working to bring him up high enough to skim his hands along the underside of a few stray clouds.

Whooping loudly, Simon dipped and rolled through the wind as he examined the area around Watford. There didn’t seem to be any signs of danger and the Kingdom of Coven's capitol was far away enough that they would probably keep their nose out of the Mage’s business unless a fight broke out.

He was surprised to see a rather large school for such a small town, but shrugged it off and made his way back down to the Mage.

“Looks clear,” he panted upon landing.

The Mage nodded and thoughtfully stroked his neat thin mustache. “Good, good. No signs of the Coven moving?”

“Nope.” Those green eyes narrowed in annoyance and Simon quickly corrected himself. “Uh, no, sir.”

“Perfect.”

All of the Men waited outside while Davy and Simon went in to negotiate a stay. Things almost always tended to work better in Davy’s favor when he had Simon hanging around.

Blue eyes took in the modest décor of the place and noted that there was a lot of school memorabilia. These people were awfully proud of their school. The goat on the coat of arms was kind of silly, he thought. Once the negotiations were through, Simon was put in a room with two other Men and they all unpacked their few belongings.

Simon enjoyed a hot shower and washed off the reminders of the past few weeks. He still had a healing wound from a sword to his side a couple of weeks ago, but there was already a scaly patch over it helping it heal.

The scales would fall off after it was completely repaired, another strange bit of the magic that always seemed to be around him.

Once he was washed clean and in fresh clothes, Simon got the Mage to magically hide his wings away so that he could better explore the shops. There had been too many mishaps with his wings and broken goods and the Mage didn’t want to pay for anymore so he would begrudgingly oblige.

With all that finished, Simon strode out on the town in his cleanest pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with his leather jacket over it. Premal had cleaned his leather’s already, a kind gesture considering that Simon had been too scared to try again after catching his first pair of leathers on fire with his attempt to clean them.

Everything about Watford felt clean and quaint. There were perfect rows of homes, perfectly manicured and maintained gardens and yards, and rows of tidy shops he could explore. There weren’t really any children to be seen, and Simon realized that they were all probably still in school.

That thought made him a little sad. He’d never been to school. For the first half of his life he had actually been feral, a wild beast of a thing whose only thought was keeping itself alive. Then the Mage found him and took him in, teaching him the ways of people.

The magic that ran hotly through his blood belonged to the world of people, but the wings and tail were something else entirely. He’d heard the whispers of “dragon” often enough to wonder if that was his origin, but it had been too long since people had even seen dragons much less conversed with them. No one knew anything of dragon children.

Walking through the bookstore, Simon allowed his fingers to drag over the spines of the books, enjoying the different textures and designs. The shop keeper’s eyes were firmly planted on him, but the man said nothing. None of the adults did.

Maybe it was his tail, visibly swaying behind him. It hadn’t ever been as much of a nuisance as his wings, but it was still odd enough to put most people off. It made it hard to even get a date these days, but he still didn’t like hiding away these parts of him, especially for something as fleeting as a one-night stand.

“When does the school let out?” Simon asked with what he hoped was a casual tone.

The man blinked at him in surprise. “Three o’clock for the young’uns,” he replied with a gruff voice. “And 4:40pm for the graduates. Same as all the other schools.”

“Ah.” The man was looking at him even more curiously and Simon found himself leaving the store rather quickly afterwards.

A café called Pritchard’s caught his attention, and soon Simon was happily tucked in a corner scarfing down a pile of steaming hot scones. He’d never had sour cherry ones before, but was beginning to think that he had a new favorite now.

The bell over the door rang, and Simon peeked over the high-backed booth to see a small group of students come in chattering.

“Uncle Pritchard, is it true?” a beautiful person asked. She was taller than everyone else and had quite a striking figure.

Pitch black hair was neatly wrapped in a bun at the nape of her neck. She had a lovely silk blouse with wildflowers on it tucked into a sensible black pencil skirt and very shiny shoes. Simon always liked shiny shoes.

He also quickly noticed her pointed ears and the fangs peeking out over her lovely lower lip. A vampire? In this little place? The fact that no one was staking her meant that she was probably a pet or something, so he settled himself down and observed as quietly as possible.

“Kids, you shouldn’t be out-” the man tried before he was interrupted.

“They let us out early,” another young lady stated with the authority of a warlord. “Are there really mercenaries in town?”

He rather liked this one’s wild hair. It was tied back with a thinning ribbon and Simon wondered if the poor thing would give out and set loose the mane of curls.

“Now, now-”

“A gang in town!” Someone else squealed excitedly. “I can’t believe it! Nothing this exciting has ever happened before!”

“Our town had a showdown of Mages barely fifteen years ago,” the first girl snapped in annoyance.

“Yeah, but we were like babies,” someone else added.

“Kids,” the café owner tried again, his eyes nervously shifting towards Simon.

“Do you think they’re here to challenge Mr. Grimm?” the second girl asked with a grave tone. “He won’t go down without a fight.”

The first girl looked almost ill at the thought and the man quickly reached out and took her elbow. “Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. No one’s challenging anyone. They’re just passing through.”

Simon stuffed the last scone into his mouth and continued to enjoy watching the others hovering around the cash register. There was something quite refreshing about seeing other people his age who were so clueless to things like how gangs operated. Sure, there were a few roving bands of bonety hunters who would ride into places and raze them without provocation, but those were usually taken out by gangs like the Mage’s Men.

It was bad for business all around to have groups destroying villages and cities, so kingdoms wouldn’t put up with behavior like that. Even as a roaming gang with no kingdom loyalty, the Mage’s Men knew better than to get the ire of an entire kingdom pointed in their direction.

“Uncle, are they-”

“Really now, kids,” the man interrupted exasperatedly. “Do you want to order something or not?”

They all looked taken aback by his response and Simon grinned. The man obviously didn’t want them saying anything to offend him while he was sitting right there. It meant that he was scared too. Simon wasn’t easily offended, and really couldn’t care less about what some small-town gruffs thought about him or his family.

Deciding to take pity on the man and give them all a chance to gossip in peace, Simon stood up, his boots hitting the tile loudly. Everyone at the front of the building jumped in shock and Simon kept his most confident smile in place as he stared at them all.

“The food was good, mate,” he addressed the older gentleman and tossed a few bills on the table.

His eyes moved towards the group of young adults and found that tall girl. Her legs were even more stunning now that he could get a good look. With a brazen wink in her direction he strode right up to the front door and decided to head back to the rest of his group.

He hadn’t got more than a few meters from the café before the bell was ringing and there were marching footsteps behind me.

“Pardon me, you brute,” a voice demanded, “but you owe me an apology!”

Turning back in amusement, Simon glanced up into those indignant silver eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” she snapped back.

“What for? Don’t like a compliment?”

A blush burned on her grey cheeks, but she stood her ground.

“Th-that wasn’t a compliment!” she protested. “That was rude! I am not a piece of meat to be gawked at!”

Blue eyes roamed over her more carefully this time and noted the more distinguished larynx and the deeper pitch of voice. “It’s not gawking, doll. Just admiring.”

The sputtering person seemed completely thrown off, caught somewhere between being even more offended and slightly flattered.

“It’s rude to stare!” the vampire shot back, seemingly not understanding why Simon wasn’t apologizing or backing down.

“People stare at me all the time,” Simon replied honestly. “I don’t waste my energy on caring whether they’re being rude or not.”

Those grey eyes looked completely baffled for a moment before the motion of Simon’s tail caught their attention. Eyebrows shot up and that lovely mouth gaped for a moment, allowing a better view of those darling fangs. It was nice to get to admire such things when they weren’t gnashing at you.

“Oh, you’re a...”

Simon shrugged. “They don’t have a name for my type, doll. Are you someone’s pet?”

“P-pet?! Not at all! My father is the mayor of this town!”

“Ah.” Simon gestured towards his ears. “Don’t really see a lot of you out and integrated into the towns. Makes sense with your dad, though.” The vampire self-consciously touched at their ear and Simon stepped forward carefully. “I don’t mean it it in a bad way, doll.”

“I’m...” The vampire coughed to clear their voice and shook their head. “My name is Baz. Please call me that. And it’s they/them.”

Simon jutted out his hand in greeting. “Simon. Good to meet you.”

“He/him?” Baz asked carefully as they took his hand.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Davy had called him a boy from the moment he captured Simon, and the young man had never given it a second thought.

“A pleasure, Simon,” Baz greeted politely.

Warmth filled his body and Simon enjoyed the feel of that hand in his. Baz had oddly rough hands for someone as posh as they were, but they also had a smokey smell to them that made Simon feel comfortable and almost...safe.

Not one to ever let an opportunity pass by, Simon stepped even closer and put on his most charming grin. “Say, Baz, wanna go out on a date with me tomorrow?” The vampire seemed to choke on their breath, but Simon pushed forward. “I’d like to get to know you.”

He wasn’t certain if this place had certain courting rules, but he was sure that the Mage could get him out of any jam he walked into. The man knew how much he liked holding hands and getting close to other people. He’d tried something serious with a previous Mage’s Man but it hadn’t gone over well and the guy his head smashed in by a Numpty as Davy’s warning to the others to keep their hands off of Simon.

Simon was an Heir and weapon first and foremost, and having people fuck with his emotions was a no-go. So, Simon was limited to random dates and one-night stands any chance he could get.

“Uh, I...” Baz swallowed thickly and nodded. “Okay.”

“Can you come out for lunch?”

Baz nodded and Simon felt a happy warmth fill his body. “Alright. Here at noon, yeah?”

“Okay,” Baz responded shyly. There was a definitely blush burning on their cheeks.

Simon squeezed Baz’s hands and then quickly made his way back to the rest of the gang.

*****

The café owner glanced nervously between the two young people as he set the strawberry milkshake between them, but Simon ignored him and focused completely on Baz. The Mage had struggled to hide the wings away that morning because Simon’s magic was buzzing excitedly, but they were thankfully still tucked away.

While Simon was dressed the same as the previous day, he took the time to admire Baz’s outfit. They looked so polished and put together with their tan slacks, shiny belt, green polo shirt, and a fuzzy sweater neatly hung over their shoulders and loosely tied around their collarbones.

“How long have you been a vampire?” Simon asked dreamily as he leaned forward and rested his chin in one hand. Baz really was quite pretty.

“Since I was five,” they replied softly, a hand automatically coming up to cover the fangs.

“Don’t cover them,” Simon stated softly. “I like seeing them.”

“Oh,” Baz replied with a slight squeak before they leaned forward and drank down a bit of the shake.

There were two straws in the glass and Simon felt his body throbbing with happy energy. Everything about this place was sweet and delightful!

“I think you’re pretty,” Simon added, falling back on his tried and true brashness. He enjoyed seeing the blush light up on those cheeks. “Beautiful really.”

“You’re quite outspoken,” Baz retorted, but the smile remained on his lips. “And a flatterer.”

“I like to speak the truth,” Simon replied honestly. “And if I like you, I don’t see the point in not saying so.”

“Don’t you like to get to know someone first?” Baz asked curiously.

“I’m getting to know you now,” came the laughing response. “What’s your favorite scone?”

And with that, the two of them carried on an easy conversation. The strawberry shake dwindled down between them, and when Simon slid his hand across the table to drag his finger against the back of Baz’s hand, the vampire didn’t pull back. Their fingers hooked together as they talked, and both left lunch with dreamy looks on their faces.

As Simon meandered back to the inn, Davy Mage stood in a hall quite familiar to him and stared at a large portrait. The woman painted in it stared down at him severely, and he couldn’t keep the curl of distaste off his lips.

“What are you doing here, David?” a tired voice asked.

Davy looked over to see Malcolm Grimm, his all-white hair a shock from the memories he had of the man.

“You look old,” he sneered angrily.

Malcolm didn’t rise to the bait. He just stood next to the younger man and stared at the portrait. “Grief ages you, David.” The men stood next to each other quietly, each reminiscing over times gone by. “What are you doing here?”

The truth was dangerous, so Davy danced around it. “Passing through to another job. A Mage’s work is never done.”

Most Mages through history had settled into a town and worked from there, but Malcolm didn’t want to point out the obvious.

“Are you happy?” he asked, a heaviness in his words that had been there for so many years.

“What do you care?” Davy snapped, the irritation bubbling up.

“I’ve always cared.”

“Fuck you!” Davy growled as he wheeled on the taller man and shoved him. “Fuck you!”

The hurt was heavy in the air and Malcolm stared at the white-knuckled fists clenching his lapels. He’d seen that same grip so many times already and it opened up the wounds of his heart.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, knowing that nothing would make it better.

“We’ll be leaving soon,” Davy replied after a few moments, a crack of emotion breaking through the words. “And I won’t ask again.”

“I know.”

Davy stepped back and released the creased material of the suit. He ran a hand through his neatly trimmed hair, a bronze brown that had once hung loose and carelessly over his forehead.

“I’ll be at the same place,” Davy added quietly, almost in defeat. “You’ll know where to find me.”

#things to not think about #transmagesweek #Trans Mages Week 2021 #genderfluid Baz #potentially gender confused Simon #he just buries that in the box of #pastel punk #50's inspired #motorcycles #gangs #fantasy AU #magical creatures #SnowBaz #Simon Snow #Baz Grimm-Pitch #first date #MalMage #Malcolm Grimm #the Mage #the Mage's Men

[wolfywordweaver]

Trans Mages Week 2021 DAY 7 - sun/moon, fantasy/fairy tale

I have nothing to say for myself except that I wanted to write something weird for this prompt. XD

The universe was timeless, a thing that was not bound by the constraints of human or even godling understanding. It birthed us at its own whims, an explosion of light and darkness, heat and ice. We were formed and manifested, being set into the orbits of our existences and left to develop in our own ways.

Agatha was a beautiful constellation, all light and glimmer, something that everyone wanted to watch and worship. Penelope was the stern rings of protection around a planet, collecting space debris and summoning storms of calculated chaos.

I was darkness and a cold distant object of reflection. Something beautiful to behold, but never touch. To be touched hurt.

But as the eons passed, I decided that some things hurt worse.

The golden sun was life to all in this part of the world. Beings depended on him for their very existence and in turn worshiped him in gratitude. He sang beautiful songs, like all stars did, and sent them off to his beloved so far away.

Sometimes Agatha would send him a song back.

We danced together, the sun and I. It was an intricate one, years of practice having perfected it. Words were never really shared between us, not after the first century or so. Some worshiped him and some worshiped me, but it wasn’t ever really the same because he was the life giver and I was merely his mirror.

I was cold and had no heat of my own. No light. No life.

Death and dust were my realm, cold and lonely save for the pittance the sun shared with me. He was so far away.

Penelope would say that I complained. She was much further away but never had the same problems with the sun I did. And then she’d say that Agatha was even further away, and I would turn my dark back to her once more, refusing to hear more.

Simon, the sun, shone brightly enough to warm the corners of the galaxy, and yet he could still keep the planet alive. We would dance around, keeping the odd little rock wobbling on its course, offering the creatures such strange things as time and seasons.

They would write their histories, mostly not very accurate, and record the movements of the universal agents. They created as much as the realms of their minute and limited consciousnesses allowed, and sometimes I would watch with curiosity.

There was records of a dance, a dangerous one where my silver eyes caught the light of gold and where he stretched out his rays to brush against my cold hand. The planet shook, ice melted, climates changed, and the beings were almost no more.

He balked from me, and I dared not look at him again.

Touching hurt.

But not touching was agony.

We continued our dance, again and again. His songs to Agatha began to wane when it became clear she was no longer interested. She danced with no one but herself and had decided that she was more than happy with that.

Things were different between us now. An unwanted stone visitor had come our way and I had felt the sun’s fear for the planet. His dance was filled with agitation, with concern for them, and I ached. I was cold, but I was also hard, a protector in my own right. I caught the stone in my bosom, felt his hateful heat and cracked more deeply than I ever had.

I did not dance for a moment, days for the beings below, and he watched me with bated breath.

Beings such as I would sometimes return to the universe as we came. Light and darkness, cold and heat. Sometimes we broke out of our constrains and roamed beyond the galaxies. Fiona was off traveling through space now, paired with the twin collapsed stars and eating up portions of the universe gluttonously.

But I did not break away or flee. I swallowed the pain, crushed the stone into fine powder, and began my own shaky dance once more.

Touching hurt.

He danced with me again, but I dared not look into those golden eyes. Not while I wept glittering tears and shrouded my face.

Simon did not sing for anyone anymore. He warmed and danced, quiet and steady. The planet bloomed and prospered, only whispers of remembrance of the days the moon and sun stood still. Penelope tried to talk to me, but I kept silent. It was colder and I wanted to suffer alone.

And one day he wasn’t there anymore. I could feel the warmth of the sun, but it wasn’t Simon. It was an empty star, something I had heard of but never seen. One who whispered poems on repeat and died slowly.

I cast my eyes all over the universe, looking for him, frightened and lonely. Had he seen enough of my disfigured face? Had he grown tired of our dance?

Then the tides called my name, whispering for me to come. I looked to the planet and in wonder saw him walking along the shore. He was every bit of light as he had been as the star and I heard him sing a song for me.

A moon is helpless to the desires of his sun.

We knew it then, and would know it forever more. I was doomed to crash into him. It would destroy everything he loved, it would hurt us both, and yet there was no other outcome.

But for that moment, for these flitting years, we could be content. My being stretched down to the planet and into his outstretched arms.

And when we touched in that moment it did not hurt. Our lips met and it was as if nothing else mattered. He put a hand to my waist, and this time when we danced, my eyes never left his.

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[wolfywordweaver]

I've been a bit bummed out that my phone/internet/health issues hit last month when I was in the middle of the TransMages Week posting, so I've decided to go ahead and still post my contributions even though it's not in the official event anymore. <3

DAY FOUR - domestic, soul mate

Sound was coming from seemingly every inch of the house that wasn't the bedroom and Fiona grumbled unhappily. Why the fuck did those two blasted Mages have to be early risers? Why couldn't they sleep in for once and give her some much deserved sleep?! Peeking one eye open, she could see the stream of light from under the door and see shadows moving back and forth.

Grumbling, she buried her head under the covers for a few more minutes of relief but then Nickel's off-key voice began singing along with the radio and she gave up any hopes of more rest. Stealing one of Ebb's sweaters, she stumbled out into the kitchen and collapsed into a seat near the coffee machine.

"Oh, good mornin' doll," Ebb greeted before leaning over and planting a kiss on her cheek. "What'cha doing up so early?"

"Are you serious?" she growled. "Nico sounds like a dyin' cat."

"Better than yer wailin'," the man laughed as he pushed her cup of tea over.

There was a bit of color to his ashen cheeks and she was glad that he had already fed. It still made her uncomfortable to see that happen, even if she would die before admitting it. Ebb gave her a wobbly and knowing smile and she rolled her eyes.

"How're ya feeling this mornin'?" she asked instead, hoping to divert the attention. "Still swollen and itchy? Or has the medicine helped?"

Ebb automatically brought a hand up to her chest before wincing and laughing at herself. She had decided to go to a Normal doctor for the procedure as there wasn't any Mage in the area that would have been willing to do it.

"It's still sore, but I can pick up the kids again," she chirped happily.

"An' I'm glad of it," Nico huffed. "I hate holdin' those things." He brushed off his t-shirt and snug jeans at just the memory.

Fiona brushed the back of her hand against her partner's soft stomach and grinned softly. "Can't wait to get my hand on those knockers. They already look so good."

Ebb blushed and ducked her head with a pleased grin while Nico made a gagging sound.

"Aye, fuck off," Ebb muttered before giving her brother the stink eye.

"As the younger brother, it's my job ta take the piss," Nico shot back shamelessly. "No one else will."

"We have four other younger siblings for that," Ebb laughed.

Fiona tuned out the arguing twins and took a long drink of the warm tea. The scene playing out was one that she had seen a thousand times already, having been best mates with these two through school. It was almost sickeningly domestic, something that she thought that she would never learn to enjoy. Natasha was the domestic one in the family, happy to be with that bore Malcolm and thrilled to have a little one.

There was a flash of fangs as Nico growled in annoyance at his sister, and Fiona felt her stomach drop. The Coven didn't know about him yet, and she was worried about what would happen when they did. She would have probably turned him in to them the moment she found out that he had gone through with such a stupid idea except that Ebb had begged her not too. It was difficult, and there was a feeling of dread that hung over her head. Nico didn't exactly act like everything she had read about vampires, but he was still dangerous.

Her own hand brushed against the scar just above her collarbone, the discomforting reminder that Nico was more to her than just a friend. They had laughed about it as teenagers, poor dark-skinned Fiona gaining scars and sharing injuries with two soulmates rather than the typical one, but this one was no joking matter. This one could get her killed if other Mages got the wrong impression and thought that she wore the teeth of a monster.

The softness she had gained with Ebb this morning dripped away. Fiona felt the hardening in her spirit and glanced up over the rim of her cup. They couldn't stay hidden away forever, playing at normalcy with a rescue goat and her two kids. A reckoning was coming. The three of them couldn't keep breaking the natural order of things and not expect it to catch up with them at some point.

Icy blue eyes caught her grey ones, and Fiona wished that she could go back to sleep and never wake up to the reality coming their way.

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[wolfywordweaver]

TransMages Week 2021 Day 5 - self love Part 1/2

The air was ringing with the heated words that had spewed out of my mouth uninvited. Words that had been building in my gut for so long and festering until they erupted. I was panting from the exertion, waiting for the feeling of justification and righteousness to wash over me and sweep away the guilt and self-loathing.

But it never came, not when Simon’s stiff shoulders hunched and his head turned revealing tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

“Well, thank you for that fucking lovely rant,” he snapped. I felt the cold fist of disappointment clench more tightly in my gut.

“I...”

What could I say? I’d already allowed myself to unload all the hate and fury onto him. Was it time to break down in tears and confess my love? Confess that I could never really hate him, and that the only reason the hurt had festered and the words were sharp was because I hated myself for loving him? For being different from all of my father’s expectations? For missing my mother still even though she had been dead twelve long years?

Should I confess that I only allowed myself to sneer and insult him because I was weak and was unable to avoid looking at his lovely face? That speaking harshly was the closest I could allow myself to saying how desperately I longed for what I was not allowed to have?

He looked down angrily at the floor and I could see a tear roll over his trembling lips, and all the heat of anger whooshed out of me, leaving nothing but a cold grey pile of emotional ash.

“If you’re fucking done, then please piss off,” he muttered and the guilt solidified.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered in response, looking down at my polished black loafers. No one else wore loafers to school - not even Dev. “I didn’t realize...that...”

“That I was hiding in an empty classroom to cry my eyes out?” he growled, and I felt an unfamiliar burn of shame on my cheeks. “That kicking a guy when he’s down isn’t fucking polite or even half-decent? Gee, Pitch, didn’t they cover that in finishing school?”

A half-delirious laugh bubbled up unbidden. Did Simon even know what the heck finishing school was?

Our eyes met for a moment, grey on blue, and I felt the blush burn more deeply. Could he see it against my coppery skin?

Apologizing must have fried my mental circuits because without a second thought I stepped closer to him and asked a horrifying question. “Do you want to talk about it?”

His eyes widened in shock, that gorgeous mouth went slack, and I froze in terror. Never once in my entire life had I asked that question of anyone not a blood relative of me (with the single exception of my brother-in-arms Niall). I, the most unapproachable person in the entire Watford Prepatory School, did not care for nor asked people how they felt much less if they wanted to talk about it. In fact, the only talking I ever did was to respond to school questions, discuss soccer strategies with my coach and teammates, and put down the school’s golden boy.

Simon knew this. We’d been going to school together since Middle School, both of us being accepted into the school without a struggle because my family had a long history with the school and were avid donors, and he because his father was the maniacal Principal. The moment I saw that scruffy, nail-biting twig, my brain knew that he was dangerous and I made it my life’s goal to keep him away from me.

Puberty brought along with it the realization that I was indeed very gay and very much head-over-heels for him. That my magnetic attraction to him was more than curiosity about someone so different from me, but had crossed over into the more dangerous grounds of physical and sexual attraction.

Father was not impressed with my coming out to him and I was absolutely certain that he would actually consider moving me to another school my senior year if he caught wind of me being attracted to this particular male.

“Are you okay?” Simon’s words broke through the fog of my mental agonizing, and I realized that I was leaning back against the teacher’s desk probably looking like I was about to puke. “Shit, man, let me get the trash bin.”

And just like that, even pissed off at me and with tears drying on his face, Simon Salisbury was off being my hero.

Ahem, being a hero. Not mine. Never mine.

The bucket was shoved into my hands a little more roughly than necessary and I took a few deep breaths to try to calm myself down. Getting sick in front of my five-year-crush would be the cherry on top of this cake of mortification.

Inexplicably, Simon took a seat at a desk in front of me and rested his head against the smooth wooden top. There were several classrooms that still had the old fashioned style of metal and wood desks, and the one he chose to sit in had a few new carvings in the top.

“Feeling better?” he asked a bit more softly.

I gave a non-committal shrug before deciding that he deserved more of a response. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.” I took a bracing breath and decided that I was already knee-deep in this so I might as well move forward. “How about you?”

He shrugged, and it was a familiar sight. Simon shrugged a lot.

“Oh, just fine. Getting told off yet again by the school bitch for being an abysmal failure and a ruiner of lives.”

“That’s a bit dramatic,” I snapped back with a sneer. Yes, I did say that he was ruining all of my hard work, but not my life. I’m not ready to admit that out loud yet. Ruined for life by this beautiful thing.

“What part of that whole fucking rant was not dramatic?!” he growled back and I felt the first twinge of relaxation ease into my muscles. We were moving back to familiar ground.

“Granted, I may have been a bit impassioned in my exclamations of all the reasons you upset me, but what I said was true. I’m the best player our school’s soccer and track team has ever seen, our whole fucking soccer team is the best the school has ever had, and all of my academic and athletic accomplishments would have meant something if it wasn’t for the fact that you and your dad are always hogging the limelight.” I gave myself a mental pat on the back for delivering that without spiraling back into fury. “It’s infuriating to have my accomplishments always overlooked because of your-” The words died in my throat but I saw the slump of his shoulders and the tears that sprang up in his eyes. “Drama,” I ended weakly.

There was silence between us again, and this time I wondered if I should just walk away.

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[trans-mages]

Welcome to Transmages Week 2021!

This week is an event for sharing your favorite trans (binary or nonbinary) headcanons in the carryonverse / World of Mages! Our goal is to not only encourage the creation of trans-centric content, but also to promote trans creators themselves.

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This is a safe space for trans creators. Cis creators are welcome to participate, but they are highly encouraged to do research and seek out sensitivity betas for their works, and must remember not to speak over trans voices! Also, please make it clear in your post that you are cis. (Trans and questioning creators don’t have to include that in their post descriptions, only cis people)

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[trans-mages]

TRANSMAGES WEEK 2021

MARCH 25 - 31

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The goal of this event is sharing and enjoying trans headcanons, so, to participate, you should create content of trans carryonverse / World of Mages characters!

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