#as a cis gay the cis gays got mass acceptance and just decided to be on the side of the straights like bitch

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

Are you a Gold Star lesbian? (Just in case you don't know what it means, a Gold Star lesbian is a lesbian that has never had the sex with a guy and would never have any intentions of ever doing so)

good morning to you too, anon! i woke up to this ask, and i like nosy questions, so i enjoyed the thought experiment as i attempted to get up and start my day, because if you intend this to be some sort of straightforward and simple query...it really isn’t? the very nature of the question presupposes a gender binary that i don’t believe in, which makes it more complicated for me to try and answer.

now that i actually am awake and logged on here, i know that you’ve mass-sent this out to bloggers, including my friend bethany whose answer is much more succinct than mine will be and has a handy youtube video to boot! so i could just shut this down as spam and move on, but hey, i got included in a weird tiny club today of people who were sent this ask. i don’t know why.

but since you asked me, no, i’m not. first, i don’t identify as a lesbian, i’ve never been comfortable with that specific label, because gender is just a little fuzzy for me so i only really identify as queer and gay and as a wlw. 

second, this question is just so affected by how every person identifies that it feels kind of uselessly rigid and narrow to me. you didn’t ask how i identified, after all, but ‘what i am’--i’m not a what, and i contain multitudes. 

if i try to approach your ask seriously then i have to say no, because while maybe some people who aren’t me would label me that way, as i’ve never had an opposite-sex relationship, *i* would never feel comfortable claiming that label because technically i have in my past had sex with someone who identified as male, so that rules me out right there by my standards of actually accepting people’s own identification as valid. 

plus i spent most of my adult life in a relationship with someone who’s nonbinary? and there was sex? so how does that affect the label?? 

and because my history has as much to do with the fluid/evolving nature of other people’s gender identity as it does my own attraction to others, and because your ask very pointedly includes the idea that only people who ‘would never’ consider sex with guys fit into the category you’re asking about...

i’d have to say no based on that too. because my sexuality is too complicated for me to be exclusionary (hmm, i wonder if that word was involved in the mass generation of this ask somewhere *cough*terfscanfuckoffmyblog*cough*) in hypothetical imaginings of future sex i might have. which, as somebody on the ace spectrum, is so distant from what MATTERS to me anyway when i imagine any future relationship that this question feels useless to my values. 

but for the record, i’ve been attracted to a couple of cis dudes over the course of my life, without ever dating or fucking any, so i can’t say it would *never* be possible that i might be interested in a cis guy under very specific circumstances, even if sex with one seems highly unlikely to me in general. i’m open to the idea of trans and nb guys, just like i’m open to the idea of trans and nb women along with cis women, and folx across the gender spectrum.

but it’s all very theoretical!! because i’m not dating, haven’t in years, and am really just over here waiting to accidentally fall into a relationship without having to suffer any mortifying ordeals :) cuz that’s how i lucked into my first amazing relationship so i consider ‘waiting for somebody else to decide they love me before i admit to anything’ an excellent plan for both success and self-preservation. 

until i’m ready to change my mind about that and actually be with somebody, this question is pretty irrelevant. but if you wanted Discourse™ then there you go.

#gender is ineffable float on babes #i do love nosy questions though #it's more the spambot terfy nature of this one that gave me pause--if it had just been genuinely asking about my identity that would've bee #n more fun* #replies #anons are love #lgbtq #me

[starswallowingsea]

Catholic Guilt

1400 words and very, very personal. This is mostly based on my personal experience but I don’t doubt that some of it will ring true for other lgbtq+ ex Catholics. Content warnings for homophobia, transphobia (internal and external for both), and anti-choice sentiments. 

Today, you were born. Congratulations! You have been brought into this world by your very loving parents. They give you a name and swaddle you in blankets to take you home in a few days. You will be baptized in a few weeks, dipped into the holy water to cleanse you of your sins before you can do anything besides eat, sleep, and poop. 

You spend the first few months attending Mass with your parents. They give you some teething toys or your bottle to keep you from disturbing the rest of the Congregation. Having a baby disrupt the Mass will make your family look bad, after all. 

You are now three years old, old enough to walk and talk. You pull out the Misselletes and flip through them, tearing out the flimsy pages and laughing. Your parents pull you away and give you a cardboard book with pictures to look at. They look away and you run off again. 

You are five years old now! Such a big child, I remember when you were a little baby crying from the baby carrier in the back of the Church! It’s time for Sunday School! There are only five children there for your age group. You spend an hour after Mass every Sunday eating snacks and doing Catholic Crafts. 

Happy First Communion! You are eight years old now, still not quite old enough to think for yourself, but you have to go to Confession for the first time now. You aren’t sure what to say and make something up about hating your siblings if you have any. Maybe you stole some chocolate from your family, but you don’t really know what needs to be confessed. The teachers told you to tell Father everything, but some things feel too personal to tell. Your parents dress you up in the fanciest clothes you remember wearing so you can go up and eat some bread and drink some wine in front of everyone. There are pictures afterwards. 

Welcome to Middle School! You are 12 years old now, starting to think for yourself. You say you still like the Church and you still mostly blindly follow their teachings, but sometimes you think other thoughts. Sometimes you see ads that are pro-Choice and you think “that’s stupid,” but then you think about what you would do if you got pregnant. You banish the thought, because having sex at age 12 is not something you should be thinking about anyway (even though you sometimes think about your classmates like that). You’ve already been questioning your sexuality at this point, but you try not to think about it, because being gay is a sin. 

14 years old and still following the Church. You’ve shaped some vague opinions on hot topic issues, still following the guide of the Church. You hear the Priest talk about how abortion is murder and how gay and trans people are ruining the sanctity of life. You quietly fume about one of these issues, but quickly move on, as the Priest has gone off on another tangent about veganism now. You continue going to confession only when Sunday School tells you to. You now have a better idea of what to confess but you can’t bring yourself to do it. Maybe if you keep it bottled up God will never see it. But speaking makes it real and you can’t even think about confessing to some of the things you’ve done even though you know you should. So you make something up and you know the Priest doesn’t believe you but you do your Hail Marys and Our Fathers as penance. Afterwards there is a pit in your stomach because you know God can still see what you didn’t confess. 

You are 15 now, just starting high school and everyone seems so different now. You’ve known these kids since you were five, but you’ve always been the odd one out. You try and follow the Church’s teachings about living a holy life in example for others but it just makes you tired. So you stop caring during the week. You attend some youth groups to “keep the faith strong” but by now you know that you aren’t straight or cis and it just hurts. Every little comment just chips away at you until you feel complete apathy towards both Catholicism and Christianity in general. You still go to summer camp and winter retreats because you have lots of fun outside of the religious activities but prayer is tiring and the microaggressions leave you feeling empty and alone. 

Sweet 16! You can drive now, and you’re still on the fence about the Church. You don’t miss Sunday Masses ever and it gives you structure to life. It is also the year you get confirmed. Your Church does Confirmation later than most. You are surrounded by 8th graders and your little group of High School Juniors. Even though you don’t have any bad feelings about having to go to Church on Sundays until now, the Bishop standing in front of you says that you should die for who you are. You are trans and queer and so deep in the closet you feel like you have to hide your phone screen from your parents all the time even if you aren’t looking at pride related posts. You heard your parents say once that gay marriage was ruining the country and decided never to come out, and now a Bishop, someone with a lot of local authority, says that trans people are freaks and gay people are irredeemable. You make a silent promise to yourself to dissociate with the Church. But for now, you sit, stoney faced, knowing that this man has to bless you into the Church. You feel that pit in your stomach again. 

Welcome to adulthood, age 18! How exciting! You’ll be going to college soon and you need to decide if you want to keep going to Church. You know your parents and grandparents want you to go but after a few weeks you know they won’t know if you stop. They don’t ask about the Priest or his homilies or activities happening in the Church. You get away with it too, because the Church services on Campus overlap with the ones at home. You continue to go through the end of the semester, needing the time to think and walk before going back to class the next day. You hear the Priest here, too, tell you that abortion is murder but you know that people don’t go getting abortions willy-nilly and silently fume. You don’t socialize with anyone in the congregation so when you stop going in the Spring, you don’t think they notice you left. 

You come home for break, now sure that you don’t want to be Catholic, but your parents still drag you to Church every Sunday. You’ve taken this time to think about other religions that have appeals to you, including paganism and Greek, Roman, and Egyptian deities. You’ve tried worshipping them all, but when things get rough, your mind drifts back to Mary, the Saints, Jesus, God. You still keep that little gold pin in your car to keep you safe while driving and you still call to Saint Anthony when you lose something, and sometimes you still think you feel a response as Saint Anthony draws your eyes to the one spot you missed and shows you what you were looking for. 

Even in the dark of night, when you let your guard down and cry, you cry out to Mary for help. You feel a comforting presence there, and then you feel a pit in your stomach again because you want out of this religion but you can’t seem to let go no matter how hard you try. So you let Mary wrap her arms around you as you confess everything to her and then wake up and try again to forget everything you’ve grown up with. Your life until now has been so entrenched in the Church and it's hard to separate the good from the bad. You still want to go back but you know you will never be accepted for who you are. 

So you just stop trying to get out quickly and start trying to undo the years of trauma and guilt instead, that you know will never go away entirely. 

#ex catholic #excatholic #catholic guilt #religious trauma #shay speaks #shay writes #religion // #sorry for all the ex catholic posts I discovered the tag recently and haven't been able to stop thinking #anyway. this is what I felt growing up through the lense of religion #*lens #although these have been very cathartic to write I will say

[blackpinehq]

THE ALLEGIANT 

facts

. name: tomás “tommy” jacob flores . age: 23 . gender identity & pronouns: cis male, he/him . occupation: line cook at the diner

backstory

you have always believed in a higher power, in something larger than yourself. you yourself were a ‘miracle baby. after you defied all odds, you devoted your life to thanking the force that had gifted you with your life. your family never missed out on mass, and you remember yourself shaking father williams’ hand at every gathering ever since you were three. after abigail’s death, however, you found yourself filled by uncertainty as her name was slandered by the church. you knew she had not been as lucky as you had, that she had not followed the same path of light you had, but that did not mean she was to be punished for it. for the first time, you can feel yourself questioning the institution you’ve grown so fond of. is following god’s path worth turning your back on your late friend? 

connections

. the zealous »   they were the priest’s child, and because of this, you two existed in the same circles. you met on the field overlooking the church, bonding over your shared beliefs. now, both of you seem to feel on edge. you’ve always relied on each other in times of crisis. will you two come together to defy the institution that raised you?

. the insurgent  » you feel bad for them, but at the same time, you don’t. you think it strange for such a paradox of emotions to cloud your judgement, but it is what it is. for one, you disapprove of their recklessness and defiance, and on the other, you envy them, for they live with no rules or constrains. still, your interactions are, more often than not, tense and heated.

faceclaim

froy gutierrez

The Flores family is not the sort of family you used to find among the regular members of the church. Instead Luis and Hannah Flores were the sort you’d usually find passed out at the bar, or on the street buying more illegal substances. They had a poor reputation, and came from the wrong side of the tracks to put it lightly. So, how has Tommy ended up where he is? How has his family turned their reputation around, and become beacons of light to those around them? The Church helped. Hannah Flores became pregnant with her son, and was told he’d likely not survive if she didn’t sober up. No alcohol, no drugs. Nothing she used to numb whatever it was that was causing her pain. It would kill him, and maybe kill her. Even if she tried to get clean, there was a chance he wouldn’t be a healthy child. As you can imagine this was devastating to hear for both Hannah, and her husband Luis. Where could they possibly turn to for help?

Reverend Williams personally showed up at the Flores household to help both Hannah and Luis through it all. He worked with them to get clean, he helped them find steady employment, he was there for them when little Tomás Jacob Flores was born three months early. It was weeks Tommy was at the hospital, with very little good news from the Doctors. Yet through some miracle, a month after he was born he was released from the hospital into his parents care with a clean bill of health. He is told this story often. By his parents, by Reverend Williams, by his doctor, by random townsfolk who knew about it… The odds were against him at birth, but the Lord must have seen something in him, something that would be a gift to the world he didn’t want to take away. Tommy is grateful he is alive today, and he is sure to show it every Sunday at mass, but he’s not so sure about that being a 'gift’ thing.

Even so Tommy had a nice life after that. Not an easy life, mind you, but nice. Steady employment doesn’t mean a lot of income, but his parents tried their hardest to provide for themselves and their son. At a young age he did what he could to help them as well, often forgoing social activities with his friends to do odd jobs around town to supplement the household income. School was alright, though he wasn’t the brightest kid he worked hard enough to pull good grades. After school, when he was old enough, he got a job as a Dishwasher at the local diner. That was his life. School, work, home. Not to mention there was always Church during the weekends. There was mass on Sundays. There was the youth group where he got together with teens his age. That was nearly the extent of his social life. Perhaps it sounds boring to others, but Tommy was never unhappy. The opposite actually, he was grateful.

Going to school was simple, but it didn’t last forever. Eventually he graduated, and decided that he would continue working at the Diner to pursue a career as a cook. It was something that interested him – and he was never going to have the money to attend any college – so it was what he continued with. He moved up the ladder from a dishwasher to a line cook, and whenever the diner was in need of someone to step in he was the first one there. On the other side of that, graduating high school meant people started asking him questions. “Hey, Tommy, when are you going to settle down with a nice girl?” “Tommy there are lovely girls within the church who would love to get to know you better.” “Tommy, when are you planning on getting married?” Etc…

No, he didn’t want to live at his parents house forever, he was trying to save up to move out on his own. But did he want to find a nice girl, get married, and settle down with her? Tommy knew the answer to that. He’d always known the answer to that.

In school there were a number of girls who had shown interest in him, he had always been an attractive guy, friendly, and well mannered. Back then he could always use his religion as a shield, as an excuse to fend them off. He wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, he wanted to wait to get serious. It wasn’t completely a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. Tommy wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, because he didn’t like girls. He liked boys. He was gay. It was easy to ignore in school, because he really wasn’t ready to get serious with anyone, boy, or girl. But now? … He doesn’t want to continue to lie to people. Not to his parents who have done so much for him, and keep talking about him getting married and having grandchildren. Not to Reverend Williams who has pointed out multiple girls who are interested in him. Not to the girls who he is sure are great people. Tommy is worried about how people will react to him coming out, of course. But he had never seen the Church turn its back on anyone before, surely they’d accept him. That was what they were always taught, right? Acceptance?

Then suddenly Abigail Meyers disappeared. While the link between her disappearance and him stepping further back in the closet isn’t a clear one, it was absolutely there. He watched people he respected, people he liked, all suddenly started slandering Abigail’s name. They said terrible things. That because she hadn’t followed a holy path she was going to suffer, and deserve it. That because she wasn’t truly righteous she was never going to come back, and maybe they didn’t want her to. She had a family who loved her and missed her. Tommy knew Abigail, himself. They had been friends since school. He knew she did what she could to help others, she even volunteered at the children’s orphanage. How could people say things like that about her? She’d done absolutely nothing wrong.

It was the first time he’d really noticed the cruelty in the people around him, and … he didn’t know what to do about it. It devastated him, and it made him afraid. What happened to love, and acceptance? Certainly the Lord would not want a young woman to suffer just because she didn’t regularly attend church. Tommy is not exactly sure where to go from this point forward. It has shaken him, but he can’t keep denying that something is wrong when it’s been so clearly shoved in his face for weeks now.

#lsrpg #skeleton rpg #mystery rpg #town rpg #a. #m. #tm. #ta.

[southboundhqarchive]

MEET GABRIEL,

FULL NAME › Gabriel Matthew Lockhart AGE › thirty two GENDER › Cis male (He/Him/His) FROM › Lawton, Oklahoma RESIDENCY › Midtown neighborhood OCCUPATION › Pastor at the Boot Hill Community Church NOW PLAYING › Honeycomb by Jimmie Rodgers

BIOGRAPHY,

trigger warnings: mental disability mention, religion, homophobia mention, domestic dispute mention

Gabriel grew up in an extremely religious family. He hadn’t always wanted to be a member of the church. In fact, his dream was to be a historian. Gabriel was the second of five children. His youngest sister suffered from a severe mental disability, and while the rest of the Lockhart siblings left home one-by-one, Gabriel stayed behind knowing that both she and his parents needed the assistance.

Gabe harbored a lot of self-hatred and cognitive dissonance. Not only because he betrayed himself by not following his dreams, but also because he knew he was gay. Growing up in a strictly Catholic household, this particular trait was deemed an absolute sin and, as one might expect, the young man spent more than a few afternoons in confessional. This changed him. He found a kind of solace and peace - not wholly accepting himself, but at least coming to live with it. It was this new outlook on life that pushed him to pursue the cloth.

By age nineteen, he was training to be a priest. He was taken on by his own church. Because of his friendly and resourceful nature, he was often assigned out-of-town missions such as assisting other churches with major fundraisers. It was one such assignment that had him going southbound on that fateful day. Gabriel passed through Boot Hill on his way to another town. It was out-of-state which was extremely far for him, but being twenty-three years of age, he was eager to move up in his church. When he passed through the town, Gabe experienced some minor car troubles. It was a Sunday, which of course meant that he spent his spare hours in the church. After mass, Gabe was spontaneously offered a job. It offer seem strange, loaded. He knew he had responsibilities back home, and he got a funny feeling that the church was somehow…different. Yet, before he could stop himself, Gabriel had accepted the offer. Five years later, he found himself the new Boot Hill Pastor.

Gabe’s first impression of the local church was right. There is something distinctly off about it. Often times, he finds himself making choices to serve a purpose he does not understand. Before, when he was an underling, this used to happen against his will, but now that he is the Pastor, he finds he agrees. At this point, he’s chalked up whatever the force may be as divine in nature, even if it does feel sinister at times. Gabriel’s method of leadership is more modern than that of a traditional pastor. He thinks of religion as a “guide”. While he encourages good will towards others and promotes prayer, after years of deliberation, he has come to think that the Bible is flawed. If only, because it has been changed by man so many times. He believes that the core values are the same but some of the little details may have been lost in translation. After all, why would you be banished to hell simply for eating shellfish? He’s definitely a Hip With The Kids Pastor.

Gabriel got married shortly after moving to town. Again, he didn’t know why. Perhaps it was a need to prove himself to the locals, or to avoid suspicion. Perhaps it was because he was lonely. But it wasn’t any of that, and deep down, he knew. Truthfully, Gabriel and his wife don’t even like each other that much. They can certainly be civil, but there is a distinct tension between them. Fights are not uncommon. They both cheat and they both know it. Gabe and his wife have three children together. Jonah (8), Abby (5) and Matthew (1). Again, he couldn’t tell you why he decided to father three children, but he can certainly say he loves them with all his heart.

❝ you’re just a player in a much bigger plan, and still you have to give it all that you can. the very measure of your soul is at stake, you’ve got to give a little more than you take. ❞

CENSUS,

FACECLAIM › Callum Turner AUTHOR › Thatch

#callum turner #rp #rpg #oc rp #mature rp #{ all. } #{ m. } #{ local. } #{ over thirty. } #{ thatch. } #homophobia tw

[inanismortem]

1, 13, 17, 25, 28, 43, 44, 48, 49, 50 !! Yeesh That's A Lot but. gotta know

HAHAHA UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE SUPER LONG (SORRY I RAMBLED)

1. Your first OC ever?

Phoenix Hathaway.

Before he was human, didn’t have a last name and was most definitely not immortal. He was also around sixteen? 

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

How about all of them Dark, Geraldine, Ashton, Lana and River, Locien, Mirima would be my main sources of trouble but I mean, at one point, everyone causes chaos. Oh yeah, and @fairyfairypie‘s favourite and my main antagonist, Kade.

17. Any OC OTPs?

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY I HAVE

Rivnix which is River + Phoenix (they’re my most complicated and headache inducing otp because HOW DO I WRITE YOU TWO. H. O. W.) also, angel + fairy

Lirima which is Locien + Mirima aka my comedy otp. Very easy to write, very hard to take seriously at times

Drewlancey which is Drew and Delancey which is my uhhhh… Well they heal each other? They’re not a soft fluffy otp but they’re not angsty

Arphellason which is Arphenion and Arbellason aka my two very closed off individuals who fake dated for a bit and then got married but have been in love since… forever

Hayabusa + Kimberly my dumb and dumber otp and one of my oldest otps and one I need to revise

Lana + Nora which is my weird vampire and warlock pairing, they’re the ones who don’t take shit in any way but they strangely fit together

Mist + Nicholas which is a interracial pairing in which they balance each other out and act like best friends but wow the arguments are to die for

Kyle + Natalie, I don’t know what possessed me to put them together, ultimate meme couple, ultimate pranksters

Dark + Alaska which is my contribution to the enemies/rivals to friends to lovers trope but they’re very fun to write

Ashton + Andre + a couple others, it’s a polyamory relationship, with both females and males and it’s something I’ll start working out eventually

Kazamir + Zach my slightly kinky otp I’ll leave it there and go to my corner of shame

Emilia and Zane who are seriously more of a brotp but they’re cute, I don’t think they play a huge part in a lot of things

Roxanna + Cameron which is an otp who has super good chemistry but doesn’t work out in the end due to internal and external conflict and my dose of ‘the world is not perfect’ in my original works

Geraldine + Wren, one of the later otps but a hunter + fairy and another w|w otp I have

Quinn + Cyrus, a side otp but an otp regardless, sorta of funny 

Kiera + Sebastian, another side otp but Kiera is the sensible and she routinely tears Sebastian a new pair because he’s not the nicest person

Briar + Finn, one I’m working on but warlock + shapeshifter, one is just running a coffee shop and the other is a doctor who has a rotten personality

I mean, I probably have more but these are all I can remember off the top of my head hahaha rip me this is never gonna be finished.

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

Ehhhh, Roxanna, Geraldine and Leah are basically me split into three and then further developed but Geraldine would be the one that is closest to me atm because Leah would be 5-8 year old me, Roxanna would be 9-13 year old me and Geraldine would be current me. 

Leah is into fashion, being pretty, being popular and having friends while not really caring about others and such as well as thinking LGTBQ was unnatural and not good and that was my mindset as a kid.

Roxanna prefers to isolate herself away from anyone if she can, reads all the time and tries not to argue even she is right and everyone else was wrong and she’s just not happy, actually a little shameful of who she is which was me in that age phase. 

Geraldine still likes to read and but doesn’t have that much time, draws and writes for fun, rebels against people she thinks are incorrect and is more confident and accepting of who she is. 

All my characters have little pieces of me but these three are special to me even though I kill one lmao

28. Your most dangerous OC? 

It would be a tie between Drew Ng and Kazamir Volkov because neither will go down easily and they’re very driven individuals who seem nice, Drew more than Kazamir but they could quite literally decide who wins a battle by taking a side. 

Drew also has this demeanour that makes you feel safe but he’s capable to committing mass murder, get away with it and then destroy your life to the point you don’t really even am sure about anything anymore and the one upside is that people anchor him nowadays so he’s not as bad as he could be.

Kazamir is half demon so he has unnatural forces behind him, can basically do whatever he wants can intimidate just about anyone into doing something beneficial to him but detrimental to others and he’s not one to specifically care that much.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I love making ocs that have suffered, will suffer and are suffering. Also, their backstories usually contain something that could destroy their current lives and everything that they value.

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

They’re complicated. Not copy and paste, not easy to figure out, not easy to know inside out, I don’t even think I know some of my ocs inside out yet and although some of them are similar in some aspects, they’re all different (and diverse I hope)

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Say hello to Dark who spends half his time on the web because he’s basically so good at his job he has to wait for others to catch up to him. Also why not he’s half human it’s in his blood.

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

WHAT TO TALK ABOUT???

Hm, I guess we could go through how my characters transitioned and how developed they are?

Team Kastor, the fairies and the elves have been developed the most, little details that need to worked out here and there but they’re pretty much ready to be written.

The angels, the werewolves among some others are super undeveloped save for River because I really haven’t given them much thought yet and they’ve remained unchanged since I left them in grade eight or seven.

CHARACTER TRANSITIONS.

Literally all of them were white at one point and I guess that was why I was always super annoyed with my stories so I started changing them after grade eight but serious changes were not cemented until end of 2016.

Phoenix has not changed that much compared to others, really just changes to his powers, a little change to his appearance

Mist went from Misty to Mist, straight to bisexual, white to half African American and I gave her more development as well as a more prominent role in the stories and she’s fiercer

Dark hasn’t changed that much either other than the fact he’s half Brazilian and wear glasses now, his appearance has changed a lot but not his attitude. Guess he was always a little shit

Cam used to be Lily, cis to genderfluid, still a medic I guess but more skilled and less battle orientated, half polynesian.

Leah used to be the youngest out of the three, but I guess her attitude hasn’t changed that much either and she’s still straight.

Geraldine went from antagonist to one of the protagonists, straight to lesbian, nicely dressed to rebel and punk like appearance but has a good heart.

Roxanna is not different in terms of appearance and personality, she’s the most unchanged out of them all but she’s non binary, asexual and pansexual so she’s changed in that aspect.

River is just generally more sassy, more dangerous, and pansexual but he was gay beforehand. Also, he’s more of an outcast now I guess and doesn’t fit in with the others.

Team Kastor and the elves are fairly new so they haven’t changed drastically.

Thank you for the ask!

I love rambling about them although I may never finish writing about them

#asks #answered #yew2 #rambles