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codythecheshirecat · 5 months

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I Think I've Been Interacting With Myself Differently Lately CH 8

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Cody's stubbornness reappears. He and Rex have a talk where nothing is communicated.

Bored on his lunch break, Cody taps through various files on his datapad. There are three reminders for the month, a handful of photos and videos sent to him by brothers and friends who thought he’d appreciate them (some are comedic, some are serious, and he’s kept them all whether he liked them or not because he appreciates the thought), and-

His notes from Gregor’s class. He bites the inside of his cheek– an annoying, new habit that he can’t break- and opens the file. He stares at his notes for Deadnaming. He’s memorized the words, but reads them anyway.

And then he turns his attention to the topics he has yet to continue researching– Gender Identity, Transgender, and Sexual Orientation. He’s not sure why he hasn’t researched them more. He’s had plenty of time to do so. And, honestly, these concepts aren’t foreign– Kamino hadn’t exactly prepared them for the wider galaxy in any way other than for war, but Cody has been around. He’s paid attention. He’s learned.

So he can’t really explain why it’s easier to throw himself out of a gunship during open fire than it is to search those terms again.

People who don't experience any sexual attraction for anyone often call themselves asexual.

Clearly there’s more than one definition for the term asexual, considering this is a very different usage than asexual reproduction. Why use the same term? Because there’s no sexual partner? Surely it must get confusing.

Transgender is an umbrella term for individuals whose gender identity, gender expression or behavior does not conform to that typically associated with the sex to which they were assigned at birth.

Cody can honestly say that he’s never put enough thought into his own gender to even think this might be a possibility. The Kaminoans had told them they were clones, and that was that. Nothing more to think about.

And now there are things like taxes and gender to think about, Cody thinks, rolling his eyes internally. People honestly think about this?

How much thought did Rex put into realizing he was attracted to Senator Organa? About Queen Organa? Did he think about it at all?

Actually, here’s a new thought: is Cody supposed to be thinking about that all?

Am I the odd one out?

“You look like you want to kill that thing,” Sen says, sliding into the chair beside him. “You alright?”

Cody turns the datapad off. “I’m fine,” he says. “Although, I’d appreciate a distraction.”

Her lips twitch into a grin. “Anything in particular?”

“Anything.”

She pulls a datapad from her pocket. “Alright, so we’re trying to find something to do with you for your birthday. Marsi thinks we should be sneaky about it and make it a surprise, and Fi is insistent that mini golfing is the best activity.”

“And you disagree with both of them?” cody guesses.

“Not really, they both have good points. I definitely think we should do something you’ve never done before, though. You ever been to a concert?”

Have I ever been to a concert? “I was present for a handful of celebratory events that involved music,” Cody says. “Other than that, no.”

“No, then. Well, I’ve been looking at concerts happening around your birthday here on Coruscant.”

Cody tilts his head. “Anything I’ve heard of?”

“Let’s see. Poor Man’s Poison?”

“No.”

“Lovejoy?”

Cody shakes his head.

“Hey Violet?”

“Maybe?”

“Probably not,” Sen says, eyeing the datapad. “Have you heard of Taylor Swift?”

“I don’t live under a rock, Sen,” Cody says. “I know Taylor Swift.”

“Would you go to one of her concerts?”

“I wasn’t made to deal with that crowd,” Cody says.

“What about Snail Mail?”

Cody is suddenly transported back to the Negotiator, where he’d borne witness to the tail end of a conversation about what the world would be like if they were all snails. “No snails, please.”

Sen puts her datapad on the table. “Well, that was all of them.”

Cody stares at the datapad, where ‘Ghost’ is clearly written underneath Snail Mail. “What’s Ghost?”

Sen snorts. “Ghost is my favorite band, and definitely not your speed, Cody.”

“Ghost company.”

“That’s great, and I still think it’s not your speed.” Sen shakes her head. “Trust me, you’d fit in better with the Swifties.”

“Skywalker would fit in with the Swifties,” Cody says. “I’ve made up my mind. Tell the others we’re seeing Ghost in concert.”

“It’s a terrible idea to do that.”

“Your insistence is only making me more stubborn.” Cody tilts his head. “I was supposed to be a Captain, you know. Alpha-17 was supposed to train me as a Captain. Commander happened because I didn’t take no for an answer.”

They have a stare off. Cody has two minutes until he has to clock back in for lunch. After a moment, Sen sighs.

“Alright, your funeral. I’ll tell the others it’s your deepest wish to go see Ghost in concert. You want a heads up of what their concerts are like?”

“Is it anything like the battlefield?”

“I can’t imagine that it is.”

“Then I’ll be fine,” Cody stands, tilting his head like a polite bow. “Enjoy your break, Sen.”

Rex breaks into his apartment and makes himself caf. Cody watches him, not saying a word, knowing that Rex knows he’s there and that this is an intricate ritual that they must take part in and that neither of them fully understand.

This is what it’s like having brothers, as Cody understands it.

Rex has brought with him an Orchid plant. He sets it on Cody’s counter, and Cody eyes the handwritten note attached– all he can see from this distance is Fox’s signature.

Finally, Rex situates himself on the opposite end of Cody’s couch and stares at him.

Cody deems it time to talk. “Rex.”

“Cody,” Rex says. “Fox made me bring that Orchid.”

“I figured,” Cody says. “Rex, how did you know you were interested in the Organas?”

Rex blinks at him like a fish out of water. Cody waits patiently for him to get his mind back together. “What?”

“How did you know you were interested in the Organas?” Cody repeats. “What was the thought process?”

Rex gives him a curious look. “There wasn’t a thought process.”

Well, that doesn’t make sense. “You have to have thought about it.”

“It’s more of a feeling,” Rex says. “Like when you’re on the battlefield, and you’re acting on instinct more than conscious thought.”

“You have to have thought it through.”

“Whether or not I wanted to act on it, sure. Not the attraction itself.”

Cody stares at him. “Is that not the same?”

“No,” Rex says slowly, making his thinking face. “What’s another metaphor? It’s like facial expression and verbal communication.”

“I’m not following,” Cody says, frowning hard. “How are they like attraction?”

“Cody, what’s this about?” Rex asks. He sets his cup of caf on the floor. “Is everything alright?”

Like when you’re on the battlefield, and you’re acting on instinct more than conscious thought. It’s like facial expression and verbal communication. “Do you not think about your facial expressions?”

“...Only when I might have to disguise the expressions on my face,” Rex says. “Are you saying you do?”

“I think we might be looking at the same thing from different angles,” Cody says. He bites his cheek again. “Different words, same thing. Forget about it.”

“If you’re sure,” Rex says. “Did you still want to talk about Bail and Breha..?”

“No,” Cody says. “Forget about that, too. Do you have birthday plans?”

#star wars #tcw #commander cody #writing #no order 66 #au

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psychomeows · 2 years

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UTMV Sexuality Headcanons

So it’s Pride Month and I’d figured I’d share my headcanons for everyone's’ sexuality. I figured it’d be fun and who knows maybe I’ll do more headcanon posts in the future.

Nightmare - Demiromantic pansexual. I just feel it fits him, he doesn’t really care about gender and love and romantic attraction isn’t really his thing. He thought he was aromantic until he grew close to Killer then was like “shit guess I’m demi.”

Dream - Demiromantic asexual. This is canon and I like it. I do headcanon him to be demi-panromantic and that might actually be canon because I swore I saw that somewhere but now can’t find it. I also headcanon him to be sex favourable, he enjoys it and does seek it out sometimes but he doesn’t experience sexual attraction.

Ink - Aroace. Again this is canon and I like it. I headcanon him to be sex neutral, he really doesn’t care but will do things out of curiosity. He’s in a weird kind of queer-platonic relationship with Error. They do love each other but everything about their relationship is weird since they are just weird people for many other reasons. (I also love that Ink is aroace because I am too and Ink’s one of my favs, although I’d say I was sex averse.)

Error - If asked for his sexuality he’d say he’s probably demiromantic and demisexual. He’s not really one for labels though and doesn’t really care. He’s not experienced any romantic or sexual attraction to anyone other than Ink and he has no interest in anyone else. Haphephobia doesn’t make exploring his sexuality any easier for Error since the thought of touching anyone (other than Ink under the right circumstances) makes him glitch out.

Geno - If asked he’d jokingly say he’s morosexual before saying seriously that he’s very bi with a slight preference for men. He’s very open about it and will fight anyone who is homophobic and/or transphobic.

Reaper - He’s not too sure about his sexuality and he feels he has bigger problems to deal with than figuring it out. He likes Geno and that’s all that matters to him. Although he does think about it from time to time and figures he’s some kind of multisexual. He’ll just tell some people he’s bi and others he’s pan making it very confusing for them if they hear him saying both. He gets a kick out of this because he doesn’t understand why they want to know so badly since it doesn’t matter and he doesn't owe anyone an explanation.

Blue - Panromantic asexual. Not really much to add to this one other than like Dream he’s sex favourable. I also see Blue as a very vocal activist for equal rights for all.

Cross - Bisexual. Again not much to add other than this is canon and I like it.

Ccino - Gay. He’s very much into men. Too bad his first “boyfriend” was just a really bad choice… He also falls in love very easily.

Colour - Bisexual. He doesn’t really have much of a preference but he feels he fits bi more than pan. It’s also just easier to explain that way since people tend to have more questions about pan than bi.

Killer - Bisexual. He loves using his sexuality as an excuse every time Nightmare tells him to sit properly in his chair. “Killer, don’t sit like that, you'll break the chair and end up with a sore back!” “I can’t; I’m bisexual!” “What you are is an idiot.” He also loves shooting up the peace sign in pictures and proudly announces he’s a peace sign bi. Basically he just loves rolling with the memes.

Dust - Demi-panromantic and demi-pansexual. He really needs to get close to someone before anything can happen. It took him a while to work out since getting close to people is very hard for him, with the ghostly Papyrus and the murderous tendencies.

Horror - He really doesn’t know and doesn’t really care. Like Error he’s not really one for labels. Horror says he’s simply just him. He will use queer if asked and doesn’t want to go into a long speech about it.

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redhoodssweetheart · 3 years

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Unlikely Soulmates

Relationship: Jason Todd x Ace!Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: Yes (Requests are closed except those listed on the pinned post)

Word Count: 923

Warnings: Fluff and angst, some swearing

Description: You’re terrified of finding your soulmate and disappointing them. That’s why when you run into Jason Todd you run away, afraid of what he might think of you when he knows the truth.

Soulmates were special and sacred. They were the one person in the entire world that was meant to be yours and that was made for you. Whenever soulmates touched their other half’s skin it would light up in an array of colors. You had seen it happen with friends and complete strangers. You were happy for them, but at the same time you were terrified of that happening to you.

Being ace you didn’t feel sexual attraction or the drive to have sex. That was fine, it was perfectly normal to feel that way. But what scared you was finding your soulmate and learning that they weren’t ace. You didn’t want the one person in the entire world that was meant to be your other half resent you because you couldn’t give them something they wanted out of the relationship.

Your friends had tried to reassure you and tell you that it would be all right, that your soulmate wouldn’t care, but you couldn’t shake that little voice in the back of your head telling you that they would hate you. You prayed every night that you wouldn’t find them, that you would go your whole life never knowing who they were so that they wouldn’t be tied to you feeling obligated to stay just because you were soulmates.

Then it happened.

The day you had been dreading all these years had finally arrived.

You were in the bookstore looking for the next in the series you had recently started when your hand brushed someone else’s. You noted the rainbow of colors that appeared where your fingers touched and you quickly snatched your hand back looking toward the person in question. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen and a pit formed in your stomach. He smiled at you and said, “Hi.”

You didn’t think, you just dropped your books and bolted from the store leaving the man standing there feeling lost and confused.

Jason leaned his head back against the chair, “They just ran away from me!”

There was a snort and Damian said, “I’m not surprised, Todd. You’re not much to look at.”

“Fuck off, Damian,” Jason spat back. “This is serious. They’re my soulmate and they ran from me! What do I do now?”

“Just look for them,” Tim suggested as he typed something into the computer. “They probably live here in Gotham. It won’t be easy, but we all know how hard headed you are. You’ll find them before too long.”

Jason looked at his hand, the one where your fingers had brushed his and sighed. He finally finds his soulmate and they run from him. What are the odds?

You barricaded yourself in your room, too afraid to even leave your apartment for fear that somehow, some way your soulmate had managed to track you down. In the end your friends managed to convince you to come out and continue living your life like nothing had happened. So what if your soulmate was out there? That didn’t mean that you were going to run into him again? Gotham was a big city and you knew what he looked like now so you could easily avoid him.

Oh how very wrong you were.

He showed up at the coffee shop you frequented and then the bookstore again. Finally you were sitting in a little sub shop trying to enjoy lunch when he sat down across from you. “Before you go running again can we please talk so I can stop feeling like a stalker?”

You blinked at him, your phone gripped in your hand, “Listen, I don’t think that us is a good idea.”

You saw his face fall and you honestly felt like a horrible person. He was probably excited to meet you and you were just ruining it for him. “May I ask why? Is it because of who I am? What you’ve read about me?”

You gave him a confused look, “I beg your pardon?”

“Okay so it’s not because I’m a Wayne then,” he seemed so relieved at that and you blanched. He was a Wayne?! “Then what’s holding you back?”

You hesitated and asked, “Are you asexual?”

“No,” he responds and that feeling of dread just spreads through you again. “Wait, are you?” You nod slowly and you see realization dawn on his face. “You’re afraid that I would be disappointed because of your sexuality,” it wasn’t a question but you still nodded your head. “Well I’m not. Listen, I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life. I’m okay with whatever you’re okay with. We can do whatever you want,” he reassured you. “So could we start over?” He held out his hand to you, “I’m Jason Todd.”

Your eyes traveled from his hand to his face and slowly you reached up and shook it, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The two of you sat in that little sub shop for the longest time just talking with one another. He made you laugh and he promised that his family would love you. You had to admit that the thought of meeting the Waynes was a little intimidating, but with Jason by your side you felt like you could manage it.

When you left the shop Jason linked your hands and you watched the colors bloom moving across your skin in little waves. He squeezed your hand and the two of you set off together toward your apartment, still talking as you went. A spring in both of y’all’s steps.

#Jason Todd x Reader #Jason Todd x Ace!Reader #Jason Todd x Reader angst #Jason Todd x Reader fluff #Jason Todd #Jason Todd fanfic #Jason Todd fanfiction #Jason Todd angst #Jason Todd fluff #Requested

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spacenugget11 · 3 years

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Planetary

Chapter 4

Pairing: SasuSaku

Synopsis: AU. Sakura Haruno has never met Uchiha Sasuke, but she already has him All Figured Out. She has him analyzed, defined, and categorized in her head like one of the diagrams in her biology textbook. The taxonomy is obvious. Genus: Tall, Dark, Handsome. Species: Quiet Brooder.

Sakura starts seeing Sasuke everywhere: in the cafés where she did her work, on the streets, in the hallways of academic buildings, and at the bus stop; she didn’t realize that their lives overlapped on so many different planes. Sometimes she can avert her gaze before they make eye contact, or cross the road or, stare down at her phone while they pass each other. Other times she’s not so lucky, and she’s forced to strain a smile and wiggle her fingers in greeting as “the girl who slept on your couch that one night, hey thanks,” while he dips his head once in acknowledgement. They’re trapped in that odd purgatory between strangers and acquaintances, and it’s so gut-wrenchingly awkward that Sakura sometimes just wants to cram her fist into her mouth and scream.

Then, one night, while Sakura’s doing physics at The Leaf Café a voice above her asks, “Hey, do you mind if we study here?”

She glances up from her flashcards to see Sasuke Uchiha and a blonde beaming over his shoulder. It’s March and their cheeks are ruddy from the bitter winds barreling through the streets.

“There aren’t seats left,” Sasuke says before sniffing and rubbing a gloved hand across his runny nose. Sakura doesn’t need to look around to know he’s telling the truth because it’s midterms.

“Yeah, of course,” she says, hurrying to clear the table to make some space. The blonde cheers, backpacks are unslung, coats unbuttoned, and the two extra chairs scrape across the floor as the boys settle in. Suddenly the table feels very crowded.

“Thanks,” Sasuke says.

“Yeah,” Sakura says. “Of course.” Even if he had had plopped down without asking, she would’ve responded the same way—that was the nature of unpaid debts after all.

“What’s up, I’m Naruto Uzumaki, nice to meetcha!” His friend says, folding his arms across the table and leaning towards her with a grade-schooler’s grin. His bright eyes and wide smile remind her of summer—open June skies and soaring kites.

She can’t help but smile at his warmth. “Hi, I’m Sakura Haruno,” she says, and Sasuke files her name away in the cabinetry of his memory, finally filling in the space that had been left blank below her face: Sakura Haruno.

“How do you and Sasuke know each other?” Naruto asks. “This guy’s a pretty crotchety old man and you seem like a really nice girl.”

Next to him, Sasuke scowls—evidence to his friend’s testimony.

“Oh, well I got stuck out in the bus stop a few weeks ago during the snowstorm, and he let me spend the night on his couch,” she explains.

“What!” Naruto explodes and turns to throw his arms up at his friend. “You didn’t tell me you had a girl sleepover!”

Sasuke pulls out his laptop and a book—The Tales of Heike—from his bag and does his best to ignore the flailing blonde. “She was stuck. It was late. I had a couch.” He opens his computer and stares pointedly at the screen, but Naruto bulldozes through his paltry defenses with practiced ease.

“Dude! But you’re, like, practically celibate! I don’t think I’ve even seen you talk a member of the opposite gender once since coming to college! This is amazing!”

“She just spent the night on the couch, idiot.”

Sakura nods in enthusiastic agreement. “Just the couch.”

Naruto ignores this fact, and swings his attention back onto Sakura. “You don’t understand, Sakura-chan, this guy is a freaking asexual blob!”

Sakura wonders where she’s heard that before.

Naruto continues the rampage. “All he does is sit hunched over his laptop while he glares at his stupid computer screen! Girls throw themselves at his feet and he just plows past them like they don’t exist—literally. This blonde girl in our philosophy class once grabbed him by the ankles and he just kept walking! What was that chick’s name again? Emo? Ino? Whatever—” Then Naruto leans in again real close and squints his eyes as he appraises her suspiciously. “Just who are you reeeeally—ow! Damn it! Relax, asshole, it was just a joke—a joke! Jeez, don’t have to get all uppity on me just ‘cause she’s your girlfriend.” Naruto clutches his gut where Sasuke had dug in with his elbow. He secrets Sakura a playful wink, and she realizes then the blonde could probably get away with anything, even murder.

“Augh—I think you’ve ruptured my spleen! Oh, the humanity!”

Sasuke refuses to look away from his computer screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard, immune to Naruto’s histrionics. “She’s not my girlfriend so shut up and do you your work. You’re distracting Sakura.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay,” she says with a smile, because she’s starting to enjoy herself.

“See! She’s fine! Stop acting like her dad—”

“Work!” Sasuke slams his book on the table like a gavel for some goddamn order in his court. He then shoots Sakura a warning look—don’t encourage the idiot.

Sakura obeys and looks back towards her flashcards, but she’s laughing and the world around her shifts imperceptibly, undwedging the ball, which begins its slow roll away from “acquaintanceship,” towards something new.

[Chapter 3] [Chapter 5]

#fanfict #fanfiction #naruto uzumaki #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #team 7 #naruto au #sasusaku #sakusasu #sasukexsakura #sakuraxsasuke #alternative universe #writing #spacenugget11 #planetary #naruto fanfict #naruto fanfiction

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concealeddarkness13 · 4 years

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Skylar and Holt Story Powerpoint!

Here it is! This one’s a long one! Here and here are more info on this story! I hope you enjoy it! I think I’m going to start writing this story today or tomorrow! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @nightskywriter, and @merigreenleaf!

[Image Description: a title page titled: Skylar and Holt Story!

AKA: My story that has too many protagonists already. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Overview

A different planet from Earth

A lot of different magical species

Humans don’t have magic

The villain is out for revenge against everyone by planning on killing thousands of people in order to bring her family back after they were murdered for no reason. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: The Species

First is one of the species with elemental magic; an individual can have fire, water, earth, or wind magic, and when they use their magic, the markings on their skin glow with the color of the element

The Markers (name for right now): each individual in the species receives a unique Mark on their sixteenth birthday, and when they put the Mark on someone else, they can teleport to that person, talk to that person telepathically, and they can control that person (but they can only control one person at a time)

Mosaics: they’re based on dragonflies; they have iridescent, skin and large compound eyes; they also have dragonfly wings; they are reclusive; they have Charming magic where they can make a person feel comfortable and happy around them, then they take the person and bring them to their city, where they keep them as pets and feed on them without killing them. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: The Species (continued)

Dream Eaters: they eat people’s dreams (either the dreams from sleeping or dreams as in goals), and if they eat a person’s goal dream, that person does not have that goal anymore; they can make people experience their goal dreams; they have a washed-out appearance, and their hair floats without wind

The time species: they are a predator species that eats animals; they can touch a person and stop their time, make their time go slower, or make their time go faster; they have pointed teeth and slit pupil for night vision

The storage species: they are a prey species; they can store one object or person in an extra-dimensional space; they have slit pupils for night vision, and they can change their skin and hair color to help them blend in with their surroundings

The dragon species: this last species also has elemental magic; the element they can use at a certain time depends on the emotion that they’re feeling, and their features become more dragon-like the stronger the emotion they feel; even normally, they have scales and dragon wings. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Characters

A lot of protagonists

And I’ll also talk about two antagonists

Probably way too many characters, but I don’t care. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Skylar

A human who actually has magic

Non-binary

They have magic of probability: they can change the probability of something happening, but if it isn’t very probable for it to normally happen or it affects a person’s mind, the magic will take too much strength away; also, there’s a cool-down period that depends on how powerful the magic had been

Chaos incarnate

One of their college professors offered them extra credit if they would pretend to be a villain up against a hero; they totally agreed even though they didn’t need extra credit

Learning computer programming; also a good hacker

They will not cook to save their life

Is in love with Holt but does not know it

Whenever Holt comes over to their apartment, they get a notification through the cameras they hacked, and they grab their cat and sit in their spinny chair, so that when Holt comes in, they can turn around, petting their cat and say: I’ve been expecting you

Will snark anyone

If asked why the attract so many characters in this story, they’d just say with a smirk: I can’t help that I’m a snack. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Holt

Another human who actually has magic

Asexual

His magic allows him to pull an object from a different reality and use it; it takes a lot more strength to pull out an object that is more specialized; he also has a cool-down period

Serious and earnest

One of his college professors offered him extra credit if he pretended to be a hero against a villain (Skylar), and he agreed because he wanted to get all the help he could

History major

He takes too many classes, so that’s why he’s so stressed

When he’s stressed, he cooks, so he comes over to Skylar’s apartment to give them actual good food

Very observant. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Tory and Trish

Twins who have the elemental magic

Tory wears reds and has red hair, but he has water magic

Trish wears blues and has blue hair, but she has fire magic

Tory is calm, quiet, and calculating

Trish is chaotic, loud, and loves fighting

They go to the same college as Skylar and Holt, and they help them out against the antagonist who comes to their city. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Akari

She is a Marker

Sweet and kind and only ever uses her Mark to keep track of the ones she loves

Her brother is the antagonist that comes to the city (don’t know much about him), and she tries to talk him out of being a bad guy, but when that doesn’t happen, she joins Skylar and Holt in fighting against her brother. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Zenith

He is a human

He was captured by the main antagonist (Ciri), and a hundred Markers put their Marks on him so that he could be controlled no matter what (Ciri had that done for all of the people she captured)

He was able to escape, and he found a tattoo artist that put tattoos all over his body to break up the Marks so he can’t be controlled

He’s serious and angry

He understandably isn’t very fond of Markers

Very dryly snarky

Joins Skylar and Holt to help them get away from Ciri because he wants to keep anything away from her that she really wants

Bitter and petty like that. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Novea

She’s a human, but she has special magic

She can sew any Marker’s Mark into a piece of clothing, and whoever wears that piece of clothing can be controlled by the Marker

She was kind of forced to join Ciri because of her magic

She meets Skylar when Akari’s brother comes to the city, and she decides to help them out and join them

Quiet, low self esteem, but awesome

She can make awesome clothes, and that’s her passion; she doesn’t like her magic. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Tash

Mosaic

Actually an antagonist, but has no ties to the main antagonist

Uses they/them pronouns (I don’t know enough about Mosaic’s view of gender to say that they’re non-binary)

Comes to Skylar and Holt’s city, and they’re so entertained by Skylar’s snark, even against Akari’s brother, so they want to take Skylar back to their city

Pretty darn creepy

Does not understand the concept of personal space

Will follow the group around to try and “convince” Skylar to come with them. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Kisi

Other POV character (Skylar and Holt are probably the others)

She has a mother who is part of the elemental magic species, and a human father

She has wind magic, but it’s hard for her

Persistent, stubborn, kind

She works for the group who’s fighting against Ciri, but she realizes that they’re shady, so she learns more about their shadiness and then fights against them. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Ryn

Part of the dragon species

Has been friends with Kisi since they were kids

Has excellent control over his emotions, but if someone hurts his friends or even threatens his friends, he will immediately start turning into a dragon from the strong anger he would feel

Chill other than that

Keeps Kisi from doing anything really impetuous. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Kyria

Time Species

She’s part of Kisi’s friends

Practical and calculating

Sometimes she’ll make a dark joke and then grin with her sharp teeth. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Nezzi

Storage Species

More bubbly than Kyria

She’s known Kyria since they were both toddlers

Loves changing her appearance every so often by changing her hair color and skin color. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Nyx

Dream Eater

He was part of the main antagonists group

He realized that this was awful

He escaped and got to the people fighting against the main antagonist

They didn’t listen to him and just planned on killing him

At least until Kisi came along

Serious, lowkey depressed

Wants to atone for what he’s done. End Description]

[Image Description: a page titled: Ciri

Dream Eater

Main antagonist

When she was a child (a really long time ago, Dream Eaters age differently), her whole family was murdered before her eyes

She is determined to bring her family back after she learned of a magical object that can gran your dearest wish for the price of thousands of lives

She decides that’s a good price to pay

With so many people fighting against her, she will use anyone she can for her goals

Well, except for her spouse and child; she will not let them get hurt

It’s a loving relationship, and they support her. End Description]

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delldarling · 4 years

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choices | harper & peregrine pt.iii

looking for pt.i or pt.ii?

female faerie x body/gender neutral reader x male faerie 2.1k sfw | found family, hugging - not strictly written as asexual or aromantic, but definitely holds heavy hints of it

You follow Peregrine on slightly unsteady feet, half wondering if your first step on the melted stair of the candle tree is going to be soft. When you test it, half pulling Peregrine to a stop, you find it surprisingly solid. A small breath escapes you, a smile curling your mouth as you move with more surety, with purpose.

“Is this place… Not to your liking? Strange?” Peregrine asks, teeth worrying at his lower lip. He looks concerned about your answer, turning his head to look over the area surrounding his home as if with new eyes.

“A bit? Strange, I mean,” You offer, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “Amazing, too though. I- I don’t know when you were last in the human realm, but we generally do not have houses made of candle trees.” You glance back, gaze darting through the surrounding woods, and then turn to him once more, taking another step up the porch stairs. No need to make them tarry any longer on his steps.

Peregrine still seems to be mulling over your words as he leads you inside though, thumb stroking idly over the heel of your hand, calluses catching on your skin. The inside of his house is clean, if cluttered. Shelves are bowed heavily with items you’ve never seen before, gleaming glass and trinkets that seem to move out of the corner of your eye, and the main room reminds you a bit of a nest as he leads you into it. There’s heavily mismatched furniture - made of strange materials like still growing grass or blossoms - in a semicircle, crowded with blankets and throw pillows in various shades of warm and cool colors. There’s a large candle stump in the middle, bigger around than the three of you mushed together, wick spiraling up into the air. It reminds you vividly of a firepit, and you’re half tempted to ask Peregrine to light it, just to see, though the room is plenty warm enough.

Harper follows you in, closing the door securely behind her, and then moves around you to deposit her fiddle carefully on one of the arm chairs. The grass on it shifts, as if a wind has blown, and then grows longer, as if it's trying to help cradle the fiddle to gain Harper's favor.

“What questions do you have for us?” Harper asks, sitting primly on the edge of her seat, arranging her gauzy looking dress just so around her thighs.

Peregrine totes you over to the selection of seats, releasing your hand only reluctantly so you can choose and follow suit. You decide on a seat in the middle, bridging the gap they seem determined to make between them. It’s overflowing with blooms that hold their shape, even as you sit on them. Hesitant, you brush your fingers over the blossoms, pleased to find that your touch doesn’t seem to bruise them, that just like the grassy armchair, they seem to shift to make you more comfortable. Your lips want to tremble with humor - memory flora. You clear your throat to make yourself concentrate.

“Peregrine played the song that made me wander?” You ask, even though they’ve all but cemented that particular answer already.

“I did,” he murmurs, finally sitting in a seat adjacent to yours. He arranges his robe just as carefully as Harper, and the sight makes you want to laugh. You keep it down, though you don’t make any effort to hide your smile. They share such similarities, even though they try desperately to act differently. “The song is meant to bring changelings to Faerie. To Call you home, if you’re willing.”

“The only trouble is, you didn’t reach Peregrine after you heard the song,” Harper says sharply, cat’s eyes narrowed and focused entirely upon Peregrine’s pouting mouth. He leans away in his chair, as if he can escape the ire in her gaze.

“I was… Too slow?” You ask, confused about why exactly it was that you missed finding him. Both of them make sudden disgusted noises.

“No. Peregrine should have taken better care, should have waited even if it took days, before coming back home,” Harper starts, though her thin shoulders slump when Peregrine whimpers mournfully under his breath.

“I’ve been trying to correct this for years,” he says, reaching for the pan flute still belted to his waist. He strokes over the reeds with care, eyebrows drawn together as his gaze follows the path of his fingers. “Every night I play-”

“And look where that’s gotten you?” Harper shoots back. “Calling continually from behind the veil of Faerie, leaving anyone who might answer unable to reach you. A wanderer, Peregrine!! Did you not hear? The potential injury to their physical body alone-”

“I’m alright,” you offer, though tension is rising in the room, and you’re not entirely sure that either of them hear you. “I’ve never actually run into trouble when I wander about, honestly, and it’s always been a little strange-”

“If you stay within Faerie, if you choose to- to come visit, you should stay with Harper,” Peregrine interrupts, turning to you. His cheeks have gone dark and ruddy with embarrassment. “If you want to stay, or even visit at all. I won’t blame you if you don’t. After all, I’ve failed you once already, leaving you there, who is to say that I wou-”

“My Call wouldn’t have been answered if they hadn’t heard yours, long ago!” Harper interjects, half rising off of her seat. The grass clings to her skirts, like it’s trying to get her to sit back down. To calm before she says something she cannot take back. “The geas was a Call to Faerie. Just because it was I that was answered doesn’t mean that you’re beholden to me-”

“It’s a reasonable decision though, isn’t it?” Peregrine throws out, lower lip jutted out. “You didn’t leave anyone aching in the human realm, lonely and desperate for-”

You glance at either of their faces, but it almost feels like they don’t realize you’re here any longer. Harper is arguing for Peregrine to reflect on his mistake and move past it, but Peregrine seems determined to wallow under the blame. They volley words back and forth, neither of them noticing when you slump in your seat. Having them argue over you isn’t really swaying you towards a decision, not when you can see both their points, not when you’re surrounded by.. By magic on all sides and you still have that hollow ache of longing trapped inside your chest.

“Shouldn’t it be my choice?” You ask, raising your voice. They stop their arguing, turning to stare at you with wide eyes and open mouths. The room has gotten too hot, and with a start, you realize that the candle stump in the middle is now blazing cheerfully, casting the room with shadows. “You said-”

“We did,” they reply, in tandem again. Both of them turn their heads, looking at opposite sides of the room. “You always have a choice,” they both add.

Harper’s tongue flicks out to wet her lips. “Shall we lay out our strengths, to help you make a better informed decision?”

“Or perhaps you’d like a moment of silence,” Peregrine murmurs, hands sliding to his knees like he’s about to get to his feet. “After our, our bickering, surely you-”

“Silence,” you agree. “But I’ll go outside, just give me a moment,” you tell them and then get to your feet, heading for the front door. It’s hard not to glance back at them, especially when Peregrine makes a strangled noise. You’re half expecting the landscape to have changed when you open it, but you’re still standing in the midst of the candle forest, warm light cast in pools on the ground, pixies flitting from tree to tree. You close the door behind you, taking up Peregrine’s stance at his porch railing, and smile wryly.

The spot is a good one for thinking, and watching the pixies fly is beautiful enough to capture your attention without making you forget why it was you came out here. It’s almost like… They’re offering themselves as some kind of host family, opening their doors, their world to you this way. You can’t deny that it’s irritating, knowing you’ve been wandering the streets searching for that tune without any actual hope of finding it. But strangely, you can’t summon up anger. Maybe it’s this place. Maybe it’s their ridiculous antics, and how they mirror each other and obviously care for one another, even though they’re opposites.

Your eyes trace over the whirling wax branches of one of the candle trees, coming to rest on the burning wick at the end. Idly, you wonder who lights them.

...Either of them would tell you, if you asked. Harper would probably be succinct, but melodious, giving you the answer like a puzzle piece to mull over, to fit in with the rest. Peregrine is no doubt the type to tell you the reason with extravagance, making even the most simple things sound magical and exciting.

Music begins to play from inside the cottage. Fiddle and pan flute together. Just like the night you’d first heard Peregrine’s song, the music is heady, makes your shoulders grow lax and your eyelids flutter closed. You can see it all again, how you’d frozen on your dim doorstep, how you’d been lamenting something- something unimportant, now, and then the music had reached your ears. The wind had picked up and a buoyant warmth had filled your chest near to bursting and after a moment - or several, you still weren’t sure - it had felt like it’d begun to move away. You’d started searching that very night, had been convinced at first that one of the neighbors must have been playing something, but everyone you asked had just stared at you with blank faces.

The song nearly drives you to tears before the constant ache you’ve carried fades. You have to blink the tears away, to wipe quickly at the corners of your eyes and let your nerves calm. You don’t want to go back inside and have Peregrine throw himself at your feet, thinking you’re upset. For as nerve wracking and strange as this has been… The choice is actually easy.

As soon as the door opens, the music stops, both of them staring at you with guilt in their eyes, written clearly in the corners of their mouths, in the way they clutch their instruments. You wonder what finally made them decide to try the song in tandem.

“The geas,” you say quietly, closing the door behind you. “The compulsion to search, it’s gone.”

“Of course!” Harper says, expression gone tight when Peregrine wilts in his seat. “The completion of the song helped that. You won’t have to worry about it again.”

“I don’t think that’s the reason,” you say, feeling a little more sure of yourself. “I think I simply found what I’ve been missing. You say the geas was meant to call me Home?”

Peregrine and Harper blink in surprise, and then nod, one after the other.

“When I’m here, when I visit, or when I decide if I’d like to stay - I’d like to spend time with both of you. I wouldn’t have searched without Peregrine, but I wouldn’t have found Faerie at all without Harper.” You can’t well make a decision to stay after knowing them for a scant hour or two, can’t pick or choose between them when they both seem to be good hearted, when they both seem to want you to feel at peace.

Peregrine bursts out of his seat, and you think he might be about to hug you, but Harper catches at his arm, stopping him and arching a brow.

“Besides,” you tease, trying to ignore the heat crawling up the back of your neck, “I think it’d be more fun with both of you around. Your opinions alone-”

Peregrine doesn’t shake Harper off, he picks her up, ignoring her yowl of embarrassment and crosses the room, crushing you both into a hug. “Wonderful! Lovely! Oh, surely you still have questions for us? If I don’t know, Harper can tell you, but before that - you must tell us about yourself. Do you like sugared violets?”

“Peregrine,” Harper snaps, but her tone, the way she sniffs, like she’s embarrassed and yet fighting a smile - this time you let yourself laugh, relaxing into their hold on you.

You’ve felt a… rightness since you arrived. A settling in your chest, in your bones. You don’t know that you can quite call this place Home yet, but it could be. They could make it that way. You desperately hope that they will.

#exophilia #monster lover #monster boyfriend #monster girlfriend #faerie x reader #female faerie x reader #male faerie x reader

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the-bastards-box · 4 years

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Tosk with the whole Alphabet?

This is going to be a long one, I skipped a few, Hope you don't mind anon

A1. What are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Tosk: Shapeshifting and my calming aura

A4. What things are they bad at?

Tosk: Relaxing probably

A5. What is their most impressive talent?

Tosk: Managing stuff

B1. What is their hair color?

Tosk: When I’m in my human form it’s blue

B2. What is their eye color?

Tosk: Blue

B3. How tall are they?

Tosk: I tend to keep my form at 1,80 m, that would be 5,9 ft

B4. How old are they?

Tosk: 28 years old

B5. How much do they weigh?

Tosk: Around 90 kg in my most common forms

C1. How do they sit in a chair?

Tosk: Normally I guess?

C2. In what position do they sleep?

Tosk: On my side

C3. What is their ideal comfort day?

Tosk: Tea and sleep

C5. Who is the best at comforting them when down?

Tosk: That would be Corthy, Solar is good too

D1. How would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

Tosk: A lot of blue, comfortable furniture, plants

D2. How would they decorate their child’s room?

Tosk: Depends on the child and their preferences

D3. How would they decorate their own room?

Tosk: The same as the house

D4. What type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

Tosk: Button down shirts and sweater vests, as for accessories, top hat and a bowtie for special occasions

E1. Does the way they do things portray their internal personality?

Tosk: I guess

E3. Do they follow trends or do their own thing?

Tosk: I do my own thing

E4. Are they up-to-date on the internet fads?

Tosk: No, I’m not

F1. What do they do for fun?

Tosk: Tea parties with Corthy

F2. What is their ideal party?

Tosk: Not a lot of people, calm music, a peaceful atmosphere

F3. Who would they have the most fun with?

Tosk: Corthy

F4. Can they have fun while conforming to rules?

Tosk: Yes

F5. Do they go out a lot?

Tosk: No, I don’t go to different AUs, because you can die there and I don’t want that to happen

G1. What is their most attractive external feature?

Tosk: Depends on the form I take, but in this form, my eyelights maybe?

G2. What is the most attractive part of their personality?

Tosk: Don’t know really

G3. What benefits come with being their friend?

Tosk: I will take care of you

G4. What parts of them do they like and dislike?

Tosk: I like my ever changing form and dislike my sleep schedule

H1. Do they rather a hot or cold room?

Tosk: Somewhere in between really

H2. Do they prefer summer or winter?

Tosk: If I had to choose, I would choose Winter

H3. Do they like snow?

Tosk: Yes

I1. What is their sexuality?

Tosk: Asexual biromantic

I2. Have they ever questioned their sexuality?

Tosk: Not really

I3. Have they ever questioned their gender?

Tosk: Well I don’t have a gender, but I’d rather be considered male, so I guess

I4. Would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT?

Tosk: I don’t really have a family

I5. How long would/did it take for them to come out?

Tosk: Didn’t really have to come out

J1. What makes them happy?

Tosk: Seeing other people happy

J2. Who makes them happy?

Tosk: Mostly Corthy

J4. Are they happy often?

Tosk: Yes

J5. What brings them the most joy in the world?

Tosk: Seeing people I love being happy

K1. Have they ever thought about suicide?

Tosk: No

K2. Have they ever thought about homicide?

Tosk: No

K3. If they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? Who?

Tosk: No

K4. Who would miss them if they died?

Tosk: Only people who would remember that I even existed, so probably no one

L1. What is their favorite fruit?

Tosk: Hm . . . raspberries

L2. What is their least favorite fruit?

Tosk: Lychee

M1. Would they want a daughter or a son?

Tosk: Any child is great

M2. How many children do they want?

Tosk: As many as I can

M3. Would they be a good parent?

Tosk: I am a good parent

M5. Would they adopt?

Tosk: Yes

N3. Is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do?

Tosk: People have sleep schedules, how?

O1. Are they optimistic or pessimistic?

Tosk: Optimistic

O3. Are they good at giving advice?

Tosk: I guess

Q1. Do they ask for help?

Tosk: Yes, when I need it

Q3. Do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable?

Tosk: Depends

Q4. Do they ask weird questions?

Tosk: Sometimes

Q5. Are they curious?

Tosk: Sometimes

R1. Do they follow rules?

Tosk: Yes

R2. Would they be a strict or laid-back parent?

Tosk: I’m somewhere in between

S2. Would they give money to someone on the streets?

Tosk: If that person need help, of course I would

T1. Are they honest?

Tosk: Yes

T2. Can they tell if someone is lying?

Tosk: Sometimes

T3. Is it obvious when they’re lying?

Tosk: Not really, I am a good liar

U1. Have they been bullied?

Tosk: No

U2. Have they bullied anyone?

Tosk: God no, I would never do that

V3. Are they good at comforting someone ill?

Tosk: Yes

V4. What do they like as far as comfort goes?

Tosk: Some tea, sleep and someone to be there for me

W1. Do they drink enough water?

Tosk: Yes

W2. Have they learned to swim?

Tosk: Didn’t really have time

W4. Can they dive?

Tosk: I don’t know

X1. What is their favorite genre of music?

Tosk: Jazz

X4. Can they sing well?

Tosk: I guess

X5. Can they rap?

Tosk: No

Y1. How old were you when you created them?

15 years old

Y2. What inspired you to create them?

Nothing really, I just got this idea, what if I created a character that was running a place where everyone can just relax

Y3. Were they different when they were first created?

Y4. Do you enjoy writing them more than other characters?

He is in the middle, I like writing him, but there are characters I enjoy more

Y5. What’s your favorite thing about them?

His backstory (you can ask about that)

Z1. What is their favorite animal?

Tosk: Cats maybe?

Z2. Do they like animals?

Tosk: Yes

Z3. Cats or dogs?

Tosk: Cats

Z5. Do they have any pets at the moment?

Tosk: Some cats that Corthy brought here, technically not mine

#Tosk_answers #Tosk #asks and requests are always appreciated and needed #undermine #undertale alternate universe #undertale ask blog #undertale au #undertale #ut #au #utau #um #utmv #skeleton ask blog #ask blog #blue_shore_hotel

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awkwardlittlepringle · 4 years

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Queer ‘n Crazy

CHAPTER 8

Hello, fellow fanders! This is chapter eight of Queer 'n Crazy, I wrote it in one go, so sorry if it's a bit rushed. Be sure to check the tags, I don’t want anyone to get hurt!

Also, whenever you feel sad, imagine a LAMP cuddle pile with a touch-starved Patton in the center. Platonic or Romantic. It works, or at least it makes me feel like there's beauty in the world. :) The summary is at the bottom just in case you can’t read it!

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WARNINGS: Contains mentions of a bad mental state, references to and mentions of an abusive mother/abusive parents, self deprecating thoughts, eating disorders, medication, anxiety, self conciousness, depression, lack of sleep, swearnig, repression and hiding emotions. Let me know if there are any others, please!

Thanks for reading this!

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"Are you sure this is the place?"

Logan glanced down at the flyer in his hand, before nodding. "Yes, I believe so. Meeting is held in the sports hall, starts at 3:15. We seem to be in the right place." The two looked up at the rusty metal sign that was set above the entrance, and sure enough, it was emblazoned with the words Sports Hall.

Logan glanced up and down the silent foyer. "We seem to be the only ones here." he turned to Virgil. "Do you think we're early?" Virgil bit his lip, his fingers starting to toy with his hoodie strings. "I dunno, are you sure we've got the date right?" "Yes, we have, Virgil." Logan sighed, exasperated. Virgil froze at his tone, instantly curling in on himself. He stayed silent instead of replying. Logan hadn't seemed to notice his reaction. Or maybe he did and doesn't care. At that moment, the foyer door opened.

"Seriously?! Cavetown is superior. You cannot change my mind." Virgil turned his eyes to the noise, grateful for a distraction.

The girl who'd spoken was short and round, with pale skin and yellowing teeth. Her hair hung limp in little clumps, and she was wearing a black oversized hoodie. Accompanying her was a taller, skinnier girl, with thinning brown hair. The taller girl scoffed.

"Nuh-uh. Twenty one Pilots is better." "You're just in denial." "I'm telling the truth, you heathen." "Your truth is a lie!" Something in Virgil's chest lightened at the mention of one of his favourite bands, but his jaw felt like it was wired shut. They were probably in Lyra, eating disorders. Virgil couldn't understand how. He was a stress-eater. He was probably staring at them - he should stop staring at them. God, I'm such a weirdo.

Virgil pulled his hood up and shoved his hands in his pockets, his stomach tightening. They probably thought he was some kind of recluse. He could feel Logan's gaze on him, but he didn't look at him. "Cavetown's lyrics have meaning! I can't say the same for ToP." "Cavetown's lyrics are bullshit compared to Twenty One Pilots'. Do you know how many lives they've saved!" "Lives saved doesn't equal quality." "One of their taglines is stay alive, for god's sake!" "I don't think God would like Twenty One Pilots." "Because they're calling him out for the disorders he's inflicted on us." The shorter girl scoffed. "Bullcrap. What do you guys think?"

Virgil didn't respond, and Logan looked down at him.

"Uh, Virgil?" Virgil jumped, turning to Logan. A concerned expression filled his field of vision. Oh god, he's worried. I can't give anyone a moment of peace, can I. I guess mum was right about that one.

"The girl's asked you a question?" "Are you assuming my gender?" said the shorter girl with a exaggerated expression. Virgil stifled a laugh, a little bit of panic fading from his eyes. Logan however, looked at the two, baffled.

"Sorry, are those not your preferred pronouns?" "No, no, they are. Sash's just joking." The taller girl looked over at Virgil, who was now surveying the two with interest.

"Do you listen to ToP or Cavetown?"

Virgil nodded. "Which one?" "Um, Twenty One Pilots." The shorter girl pouted. "I've listened to a bit of Cavetown too, though."

"Aha! So tell us, dear emo - wait are you emo?" Virgil glanced between to two, confused. "Uh, I guess?" "Alright. So tell us, dear emo, which one is better?" "Hey, you can't ask him! He listens to your stupid Pilots more!" "Well you can't expect to find someone who listens to then equally-" "I think I can, thank you very much!"

Logan shot a look at Virgil, who returned it, and the two redirected their attention to the bickering pair.

"Well anyway, which one's better?" Virgil started, his throat turning dry. Whatever he said, he'd probably offend one of them, so...

"Um, I like ToP better-" "Ha!" "-but Cavetown's valid too." The taller girl pouted, her eyebrows scrunching up. "Well shit. I thought I'd won that." "HAHA!!!!!!!!!!! ROBBIE AIN'T GOING DOWN THAT EASILY!!!!!!!!!!!" "Isn't his name Robin?"

A silence overtook the group, all of whom stared at the tie-clad boy. Logan looked at the three, confused. "Are you guys okay-" "I"VE FOUND ANOTHER ONE!!!!!!!!!" The shorter girl screeched, throwing her hand up in the air. Virgil flinched away from the noise, but he found himself smiling none-the-less.

"What in the name of Rose Quartz is going on out here?" Virgil's heart jumped into his throat and he froze like a deer in the headlights. "Oh, you must be here for gay club!" Gay club?

Virgil turned around, confused. A flicker of recognition ran through him when he saw the grinning face peering around the door, before his stressed brain made the connection. Thomas.

"Hey, aren't you that kid from the orientation?" Virgil nodded stiffly, before attempting to crack a smile. Thomas smiled, walking toward them with a clear bounce in his step.

"I'm Thomas, president of Gay Club." "It's LGBT club, Thomathy." Virgil glanced at the door again to see a ...person, probably male, but they were dressed andro. They glanced at the four of them smiling. "You guys are at the wrong door, but we can make an exception."

Thomas started bouncing on his heels, and clapping. "Oh goodie! Right this way, my rainbow friends!"

Logan straightened his tie, before following Thomas, Virgil and the girls in tow. Thomas gave them a basic run-down of the club as they walked. "We're an LGBT club, obviously. We don't really do stuff, we just meet up and be gay." "Define what you mean by "be gay"."

"Well, we do have a little clique in here that like to call themselves the "matchmakers", but they'll lay off you if you tell them to. We also set people up in straight seeming relationships if they want us to, exclusionists are not allowed. Otherwise it's mainly just gay jokes and sitting on chairs wrong. C'mon." Thomas lead them through a set of heavy blue doors, and suddenly they were inside the hall.

It was basically a gym. A gym that was packed with people -god, there were a lot of people. Across the pulled-out bleachers there was a large rainbow banner decorated with the words LGBT YOUTH in a striking gold. Students of all ages, from 12 to 19 were scattered across the place, chatting. There were a few couples flirting, Virgil could even see a group of punks playing uno with a few other kids. Despite the clear differences in personality, everyone seemed to be getting along really well, and as far as Virgil could tell, there were no rivalries.

This did ease Virgil's tension a little, although he still stuck close to Logan. Maybe he should ask about increasing his dosage.

"Oi, Talyn! We've got some more newbies!" The group followed Thomas to a large table in the center of the room, behind which sat a person with flaming blue-dyed hair. She looked at Thomas grinning, before shifting her gaze to the four following him.

"Hiya! My name's Talyn. They/Them." Virgil smiled at them, nodding. "Just put your name down here, along with your contact details. If you don't want to add your number, that's fine. Email will do. And if you really don't want us to contact you, that's cool too."

Virgil and Logan signed their names, followed by the girls. Virgil was ready to book it to a corner, but Logan waited. Once the girls were done signing, he spoke up.

"May I know your names?" The girls looked up, pleasently surprised. "Oh! I'm Kate, and this is Sasha." "Generic names, we know." Logan smiled. "I'm Logan. I hope to see you around." "'m Virgil." said Virgil, putting down his hood and smiling. "Nice to meet you."

"So what are you guys." Logan's brow crinkled with confusion, something which looked adorable on him.

"I beg your pardon?" "She means what about you is not straight or cis?" "Oh. I'm asexual and homoromantic." "Bi." "Cool!"

"Specs!" Virgil snickered as Logan sighed. "Well, it was nice to meet you two." He turned around. "Hello, Roman. Fancy seeing you here." Roman scoffed, sauntering toward them with Patton in tow. "Geez, Logan. Is that your standerd greeting? Ya gotta mix it up a little!" "What do you mean by mixing-" Roman cut him off with a sigh. "You're hopeless."

"Ro, you might wanna turn down the sarcasm a little. Hey, Virgil." "Hey, Pat." Virgil frowned, taking in Patton's appearance. He was wearing a grey hoodie, and his skin was pale and ashen. Despite the fact Virgil had seen him a few days ago, his seemed considerably more tired, bags visible through his glasses. His hair was greasy, and he had his arms wrapped around his stomach, slouching. Even his smile seemed half-hearted.

"Are you alright, Patton?" said Virgil cocking his head. He felt an undescribable urge to hug the shorter male, but he resisted. Patton's expression changed quickly, his cheeks quivering as he tried to force a smile onto his face. "I'm all good, Virg! Just feeling a little down!" Yeah, he's not okay.

Instead of saying this out loud, Virgil cocked his head to the side. "Patton, you do realise you're talking to someone who's been in a bad mental state before, right?" Patton sighed, his shoulders sinking even lower. "Yeah, I know. It's not too bad, I promise." "It's all good. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Virgil glanced over at Roman and Logan, who were discussing Roman's latest hairstyle.

His bangs were swooped out of his face and the tips were dyed a dark red, something that constrasted against his dark hair dramatically. His expression, however, did not match his hairstyle at all.

"Whaddaya mean you don't like it." whined Roman, pouted. Logan sighed. Is that all he does around this guy? "You asked for my opinion, Roman. I personally, do not like it. That is not to say it looks bad." Roman's pout grew impossibly larger, and he turned to Virgil.

"What about you, Emo Nightmare?" Virgil surveyed Roman's hair with interest.

"You dyed it yourself, didn't you." Roman shot him a look, surprised. "How could you tell?" "A proper stylist would have done it from the roots," Virgil mused, a smile gracing his features. "But for a first timer, you've done pretty well. Nice colour choice, too. It suits you." Roman grinned ear-to-ear, before twirling around. "Yay!" he cheered. Virgil raised an eyebrow.

"Did you just twirl?" "Aha!" "You do realise we're not in a disney movie, right?" "Shut up!" he shrieked.

While the noise irritated Virgil at the time, he later decided Patton's small chuckle made it worth it.

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SUMMARY : Virgil and Logan go to LGBT club where they meet two girls from Lyra named Sasha and Kate. They end up meeting Roman and Patton inside, and Patton looks like he’s going through a rough time. ROMAN GOT A NEW HAIRSTYLE!!!!!!!!!! His tips are now dyed red.

Tag List :

@tired-babyboy

@someone-idk-is-here

@true-chaotic-dumbass

@666frostwolf

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rum-and-shattered-dreams · 4 years

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Reflection post

What even was that last decade? Where did it go? Personal blather under the cut:

2009 - Starting here because this is the year that set the stage for the next 10. The good - went to New York for the first time. Met my favorite J-Rock band in New Jersey. Went to Japan. Went to Vegas for the first time. The bad - lost the best job I ever had. I’d done the whole work full time and go to night classes then get an unpaid internship to get it thing. The company made promises to stay open in a smaller format and keep a few employees then the owner decided to outright close down. Started drawing/painting again, mostly traditional work.

2010 - The year of the “Rock Trip” when a friend and I went to a few rock concerts in LA and San Francisco then went to see actual rocks in Death Valley, the Grand Canyon, and Valley of Fire. Also the year my mom broke her sternum. Went back to an old job in retail.

2011 - The year of the Australia trip. Visited the same friend from 2010 in Sydney, went to Uluru and got to see it in the rain (very rare and we were so lucky to see it! This was the trip when we decided our combined super power was making it rain in the desert since it also rained in Vegas and Death Valley while we were there). Started writing some original stuff that, in retrospect, definitely still needs work.

2012 - Went to New York to see a concert I never thought I’d have the chance to see. Discovered I’m panromantic/asexual and probably either non-binary or gender fluid and had to rethink my entire life up until this point. Started trying to sell handcrafted things at Metrocon and craft shows. Broke up with a friend after 10 years of being “best friends” because he kept ditching me. (Probably harsh on my part but I didn’t realize until later that the entire friendship was unhealthy, also mostly on my part. He’s probably better off without me. At least, I hope he is.) This might be the last time that my sense of time made any sense to me.

2013 - ??? Got writer’s/art block???

2014 - Chronic illness flared and I had to quit my job. Not a big loss, though since it was the main reason for the above question marks and a lot of depression/suicidal ideation. Hours kept getting cut, more work expected, micromanaging increased, trust decreased, you know, the typical BS... My 22 year old cat died. Had horrible anxiety attacks.

2015 - Tried to get my shit together. Mostly failed (didn’t know then but know now that it’s likely because I’m autistic and was trying to willpower through things that weren’t compatible with sensory overload). Watched a lot of cartoons. Managed to get anxiety attacks under control.

2016 - Started drawing every day. Dove into the Gravity Falls fandom. Made some awesome friends online. Started writing again. Actually a pretty good year, personally, despite all of the not good in the world.

2017 - Went on a cruise that was awesome in the spring. In the fall, chronic illness tried to kill me and I said no (maybe 2015 wasn’t so fail? I might have let it if I’d still been that emotionally messed up). Drank down medicines while my body tried to send them back up, stuck to a strict nutritional plan, still fucking cooked dinner even though I had to drag a chair over to the stove to do it. Lost my hair. Somehow recovered enough to go to Universal Studios with my dad before Christmas. My 18 year old cat died. Adopted a new cat.

2018 - Basically tried to recover. Worked on a lot of background art. Started writing a long fic. Started being able to climb stairs again. Realized it had been a while since I made anything to try to sell/sold anything.

2019 - My dad had a bunch of dental issues and my mom hurt her back and I’ve been taking care of her. Her dementia took a nosedive. This... probably requires a long post of its own that I’m not emotionally prepared to write. I’m basically sticking to “numb” right now so I don’t just fall apart. Basically did nothing all year other than lose sleep, camp out at hospitals and rehab centers, and sit around playing numbing games to keep myself sane. Still feel ??? about gender. Haven’t dated in 15 years. Have successfully isolated myself from all but two RL friends. Still haven’t gotten over some past trauma. Blah blah blah.

2020 - I’m doing a bunch of stuff that needs to get done, no matter what. I’m tired of excuses and waiting and failing to stand up for myself. The stagnation that is my life is a result of choices I’ve made and I’m done with making “safe” choices based on fear and past trauma. Things are tougher now than they’ve ever been and I don’t fucking care. Shit is getting done.

#new year post #new decade post #decade review #personal blah

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wildwhiskey236 · 4 years

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Character Interview Tag

I was tagged by @albarnesauthor!

We will be interviewing my OC’s from my NaNo WIP Embracing Shadows. (A/N- I wanna do this a little differently than what I’ve done before, so it may get long but stick with me.)

Our five assholes sit in the laughably nondescript room, scowls immediately crossing their faces, protests on their lips at the description. The author reminds them of their current behavior in their story and all protests die on their lips, several of them muttering an agreement that yeah, maybe they were assholes.

1: What is your full name?

“Hector Greatsnarl.”

“Lauren Rosewing.”

“Lindsey Hallowedstrike.”

“Davy Evenflaw.”

“Natia Stoutblossom.”

Eyes turn to Natia, Hector and Lauren giving her a flat stare while Lindsey smirked, Davy commented, “We all know that isn’t your real name, no need to lie about it anymore.”

“Fine. My real name is Aster- but I prefer Natia.”

2: What does your full name mean?

“Well Aster means star and Natia means light, which is why I chose it.”

“Ever the romantic. Lindsey means from an island, which is appropriate I guess but I think my parents were trying to pick the least elven name possible.”

“I like your name. Davy means beloved.”

“Lauren is vaguely based off of a tree, Laurel.”

“Not surprising for a fairy. Hector means to hold fast.”

3: What are your other names/nicknames

“Most of us respond to ‘that asshole’.” Lindsey leaned back in his chair. “I call Davy my vhenan.“

“You have literally never called me that.”

“Maybe I should start. It means ‘my heart’ in elven.”

“No offense,” Lauren cut in, “But you two are about as far away from elven as I have ever seen.”

4: What’s your gender?

Everyone glanced at each other. Hector, Lindsey, and Davy were all men, built like the soldiers they were. Natia was lithe and strong like the assassin and hunter she was, but she still took hold of her own femininity. Lauren, ever the academic, was softer and had the gentler curves of someone who didn’t spend her life training and fighting with weapons.

5: What’s your sexuality?

“In case you didn’t pick it up, I am Not Straight (TM). Men, women, elf, dwarf, fairy, human, nymph- but I’m taken.” Lindsey said, casting a soft look to Davy.

“I’m gay.”

“I’ve never been interested in romance or sex. What the word for it? Asexual?Aromantic? Yeah, those are me.” Lauren offered up, somewhat satisfied that she finally got to say it.

“I’m straight.” Natia said, followed by Hector’s “Me too.”

6: Where are you from?

“I’m from the Highlands, just East of Provda and Ebarria. I’m here to study human and dwarven magical practices.” Lauren perked up before quieting herself and rambling.

“I’m from Ilseburry up north. It’s much better here in Provda.” Lindsey said.

“Natia and I are half-Provdan half-Ebarrian.” Hector offrered.

“But you grew up in Provda and I grew up in Ebarria. They are very different places.”

“I’m also half Provdan- my mother was an elf from the Highlands, but I’ve never been there.” Davy added.

7: How old are you?

“Go ahead Lauren. Tell them hold old you are.” Natia smirked, heat rising to the fairy’s face.

“Fairies mature slower than humans or elves. Just because I’m in my forties-”

“Really? I thought I was the oldest one at 28.” Davy signed in relief. Lindsey smirked.

“I’m 27.”

“I’m 25.” Hector said, eyes turning to Natia again, who had sunken down in her chair.

“I didn’t realize how old all of you were.” She muttered. “I’m only 23.”

“So Lauren, how’s the baby-sitting going?”

“I’m going to outlive all you humans and elves.”

8: What is your magic form/what species are you?

“Well, I’m a fairy with a natural affinity for magic.” Lauren restated.

“I’m elven. But not a stuffy, traditional, better-than-you elf. ” Lindsey’s pointed ears twitched.

“I’m half elven. The worst kind of elven apparently.” Davy commented, a slight bitter tone tracing his words.

“Better than us humans.” Natia offered, her own tone lighter and more playful as she glanced at Hector.

9: What does your human form look like?

“I take offense at that.” Lauren joked, her long brown hair curled over her shoulder, green eyes practically sparkling with humor.

Lindsey also snorted, his own blue eyes rolling at the question. Above his brow his straight blonde hair was slicked back as he ran a hand over it, stretching out in the chair. Davy sat still beside him, brown eyes and curly brown hair speaking for themselves, his slightly pointed nose giving him an impish, elvish effect, the tips of his smaller pointed ears just visible through the curls.

Hector also leaned back in his chair, his longer black hair curling around his neck, his deeply tanned skin and dark brown eyes speaking for themselves. Natia’s skin was darker, her long dark brown hair pulled back in a braid and lighter brown eyes watching me with an exasperated face that said, “Move on to the next questions already.”

10: What’s your aesthetic?

Natia fingered her daggers, exquisitely crafted from silver and decorated with obsidian, heavily enchanted and small diamonds inlaid to represent the gods she worshiped.

“Beaches with gold sand and dark blue water. We didn’t have beaches like that in Ilseburry.” Lindsey said wistfully, longing to be there instead of answering more questions.

“The forests at sunset, the dark green and golden pink skies.” Davy added quietly.

“I miss the flowers that grew in the Highlands, with blue petals and pink centers. They were really pretty.” Lauren picked at her dress of the same colors.

“I like when night turns into a red daybreak before a storm.” Hector said, giving no other explanation.

11: Who’s your best friend?

“Lindsey,”

“Davy,”

The two of them said together, Hector poutning. He wasn’t sure what he expected from them but he muttered, “Davy and Lindsey,” anyway, sad still that they were his best friends but he wasn’t theirs.

“My brother Zach.” Lauren said.

“...” Natia hestiated. “Probably Hector.”

The group glanced at each other and then at me, indicating that it was time to move and make a sharp change of subject.

12: Would you ever get a piercing/ tattoo?

“I’ve got a few piercings.” Natia indicated to her ears with several studs placed up an down her ears. “I was never into tattoos.”

“I’ve got a tattoo of my parents names in respect for them.” Hector indicated to his forearm where the two names were inked.

“I always thought it would be sexy if-” Lindsey started, but Davy cut him off.

“No. I said I wouldn’t do that.” Blood rushed to Davy’s face and ears.

13: When are you happiest?

“In the tavern with my friends.” Hector was the first to speak up.

“With Lindsey, after getting back from a hunt or scouting mission and just getting to eat or fall asleep together.” Lindsey looked at Davy again with soft eyes, nodding.

“When I finally perfect a spell or potion or enchantment, seeing my effort turn into something.” Lauren continued.

“I don’t feel like answering this question.” The others gave Natia a look. “Fine, bickering with you all, you assholes.”

They awed.

“The baby enjoys our company.”

14: What’s your biggest secret?

Everyone looked to Natia.

“I mean, it's not a secret anymore.” She started, sighing. “I was part of a group of assassins and my kill count is somewhere in the hundreds. I ran away, changed my name, and lied to everyone about it for two years. Anyone else got a secret?”

“My parents were killed by said assassins.” Hector said darkly.

“This is supposed to be a light-hearted interview not couples therapy. My biggest secret is that my father was King of Ilseburry.”

“You’re just now mentioning this?!” Davy gasped, a grin breaking across Lindsey’s face.

“No, I’m just a notorious trickster. Davy’s secret is that he gets very cranky when his socks get wet.”

“It’s an unpleasant feeling!”

“Back in the Highlands, I’m actually considered to not be very pretty according to fairy standards. I’ve never told anyone that.” Lauren casually dropped, the others once again glancing to each other. Somehow that seemed unbelievable but no one knew enough about fairies to object.

15: What was your first impression of your S/O?

“What a giant dork.” Davy muttered, earning a laugh from everyone but Lindsey, who looked away, slightly embarrassed. “He was trying to flirt with me and tripped over a tree root, falling face first into thistle bush.”

“Thanks, babe. Here I was going to say you were the exact image of what I thought an elf should be- graceful, good looking, and into nature shit, if not just a little short. Are we done here yet? We have people to kill now.”

Lindsey didn’t wait before getting up and leaving the room, Davy and Hector following after him, Lauren profusely apologizing as she left, closing the door behind her.

I started gathering my notes before- hey? Where did Natia go?

“Don’t move.” I heard the voice after I felt the press of a cool blade against my neck, Natia grabbing my hair to hold my head back and expose my neck better.

“This is a warning. You better finish this damn WIP and you better give them a good ending. If not I’ll reach through the computer screen and give you the worst writer’s block you’ve ever experienced.”

In an instant the knife was gone and I sucked in air, breathing heavy before turning around, Natia just gone.

I, uh, I’ve got work to do.

I’ll tag @weathershade, @crypticsx, @emdop, @milkyway-writes if any of you feel like doing one of these!

#character interview #writeblr #writing #embracing shadows #tagged #was this even interesting or a good idea #or was it dumb #probably both #this was really just an experiment of how many times I can use 'said' without using 'said'#sorry its so long

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Fic: No Pride in Exlusionism

This month's theme is 'gatekeeping'. Today's piece looks at gatekeeping within the LGBTQ+ community.

"You're home early," Roger said. Mae sat heavily on the sofa next to him, kicking off her heels. She leaned over to kiss his cheek and then leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

Roger muted the tv. "You okay?"

"I dropped out of the planning committee."

"Why?"

Mae shook her head, took a deep shuddering breath. "This party...Gays for Halloween. I wanted a different name from the start. What does that even mean? Gay people support a holiday that many people think is an American import? Pumpkins in pride colours?"

Roger shifted to look at her. "Actually I can see paper pumpkins in pride colours."

Mae gave a wry smile. "Me too. That's not why I quit. It was Josie mostly, her and Jane and Peter. I was filling up the urn in the kitchen before we got started and I heard Josie talking by the serving hatch. Saying they were so glad John had joined us, an actual gay. She was feeling the committee was being overrun by bihets."

"She said that?" Roger took Mae's hand.

"I had three serious relationships with women before we got married," Mae said. "I'm bisexual. Marrying you doesn't change that."

"I know." He squeezed her hand. "I know."

Mae squeezed back. "Me and Tim and Desiree are all bi. Laura's lesbian but Josie is suspicious of anyone who's ever dated a man though she gives Dan a pass for a past girlfriend. Anyway Jane was giggling and agreeing because I think she fancies Josie - only reason she agreed to be vice chair when Rachel said she needed fewer responsibilities this year. And Peter...my God."

Roger waited patiently. One of the cats wandered over to inspect Mae's discarded shoes.

"I'm not that much older than most of them," Mae said. "But they don't seem to know anything about the history of the gay rights movement. Queer history, except Josie says queer is a slur despite it being reclaimed and used to push for greater awareness. And so they're trying to force out anyone who isn't a gay man or a good enough lesbian. Peter had a lot of opinions on the right kind of trans people who should be allowed to participate. The group has become increasingly exclusionary."

"So you quit?"

"Yes. I will not gatekeep," Mae said. "I will not tolerate bihet being thrown around to try and exclude bisexuals, or cishets to exclude asexuals, or get involved in the dysphoria debate to try and debate the rights of trans people. Josie doesn't want LGBT let alone Q, I, and A. Josie and Peter want L and G and screw everyone else."

Roger sighed. "Maybe there's another group you can join. A more inclusive one."

"Maybe." Mae let go of Roger's hand and got to her feet. "I'm making coffee, want one?"

"Please."

Roger knew Mae had found kinship, friendship, and purpose over the last six years she'd worked with the LGBT+ community group. She'd miss it. But he also knew she was principled and wouldn't regret quitting rather than supporting exclusionism.

"Did you talk to Maggie about this?" he asked when Mae returned with their drinks.

"I told her I quit, apologised that she'd probably have to pick up my role in organising the Halloween party."

"What about Peter? Is Maggie the right kind of trans woman according to him?"

Mae shrugged. "Maggie can take care of herself," she said. "My only regret is that if Peter talks out of turn like I heard him doing with Josie is I won't get to watch Maggie rip him a new one."

Notes and further reading

A lot of this gatekeeping takes place online; people say they've only experienced being excluded from online spaces and not groups in real life. However there are some people reporting being harassed at Pride for being seemingly straight while being bisexual, trans, or nb in a heterosexual relationship. The people who say the A in the LGBTQA is for ally not asexual to gatekeep are probably the same ones trying to gatekeep anyone who doesn't look 'gay' enough from participating in Pride.

"With the advent of queer theory and the launch of Queer as Folk, “queer” became used online as a more concise umbrella term than the full LGBT+ acronym (which, depending on who you ask, is LGBTQQIP2SAA). Today, interpretations of “queer” go a step further, and its acceptance generally splits along generational lines. Many young people — myself included — view “queer” as a term defining all nonstraight, nonbinary identities. “Queer” addresses the fluidity of gender and sexual orientation" - https://www.advocate.com/arts-entertainment/2017/8/02/21-words-queer-community-has-reclaimed-and-some-we-havent#media-gallery-media-2

3 Differences Between the Terms ‘Gay’ and ‘Queer’ — and Why It Matters - https://everydayfeminism.com/2016/03/difference-between-gay-queer/

"The word "queer" has only recently been identified as a slur because of TERFs and exclusionists. Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminists (TERF) and radical gender/sexuality bianarists are flooding social media and blogging sites with propaganda smearing the word queer in the hopes of silencing all of us who don’t identify with their hate politics. Queer is the one word that doesn’t worship exclusion." - https://aminoapps.com/c/lgbt-1/page/blog/history-of-the-word-queer/BQ4p_GxRHwu5Xz35RWB31oKMLp8XJ8r7Ybo

Tumblr repsonse to "What does bihet mean" - https://bisexual-community.tumblr.com/post/93798259302/this-probably-sounds-stupid-but-what-does-bihet

On ace discourse and exclusionism on the internet vs in real life - https://medium.com/@meganhoins/the-rhetoric-of-digital-ace-discourse-4a690792f0bc

"According to 2013 Pew Research Center data, about 84 percent of bisexual adults who are in “committed relationships” are with “opposite-sex partners.” Within a broader LGBT community that too often guesses someone’s sexual orientation based on who they happen to be with at the moment, that statistic means many bisexual people get read as “straight”—or, at least, something less than fully queer." https://www.thedailybeast.com/why-bisexuals-feel-ignored-and-insulted-at-lgbt-pride

"Transmedicalism is a term for a wide range of beliefs in the transgender community that are critical of transgender people who haven't medically transitioned and/or don't experience major dysphoria. Many transmedicalists (or "transmeds" for short) focus on gatekeeping....Although the debate has been going since the '60s, it has gained more notoriety in the Internet age, particularly on Tumblr. Transmedicalists may be called "transmeds" or "truscum," while anti-transmedicalists may be called "tucutes" or (often erroneously) "transtrenders." " - https://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Transmedicalism

#my fiction #lgtbq+ issues #gatekeeping #exclusionism #writingwednesday #scheduled post

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boarix · 5 years

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Wraith in the Ruins: A Fallout 4 Story Part XI

Gathering Lemons

Trigger warnings: canon language/violence/gun, drug and alcohol use. Suggestive/mature content.

Bloody mess warning!

Game spoilers!

Please enjoy

“Data unavailable.”

“Wait… does that mean you don’t know or that you can’t tell me?”

“The age of agent designated ‘Deacon’ is not on file.”

“Dang…”

“Query. Why is this data relevant?”

Wraith spun around on the bar stool she had dragged into P.A.M.’s office, “I just wanna know is all. He won’t tell me cause he knows it frustrates me that he knows everything about me and I know… possibly jack, about him. Thinks it’s a big tickle.”

“Query. What is the definition of ‘big tickle’?”

“He finds it humorous.”

Walking to her office, Desdemona heard Wraith’s voice and stuck her head in to frown at her, “Deacon is not here General. He won’t be back for a few days…”

“Yes, thank you. I’m dropping some holotapes off for Hancock…”

“He still has you running errands for him, huh?” Desdemona’s face held a superior look as she walked away.

“Rude… ass…”

“Query. Why are you interactions with agent designated ‘Desdemona’ increasingly confrontational?”

Wraith spun around a few more times, considering, “I suppose she’s pissed that I quit and yet I’m still hanging around. She’s probably worried about exposure and it’s manifesting as bitchiness.”

“Query. Why did you quit? Your mission success rate was near one hundred percent. Higher even than agent designated ‘Glory’ and agent designated ‘Deacon’.”

“P.A.M, you can just say Glory and Deacon.” Wraith had winced at Glory’s name and stopped spinning to blink tears away while looking at the floor. “I quit so I could focus on Minutemen operations.”

“That phraseology is not accurate.” P.A.M walked over to stand next to Wraith. Bending slightly at the waist, the modified assaultron seemed to be trying to make eye-contact, “Query. Do you blame yourself for agent designated ‘Glory’s’ termination?”

It was a strange question, considering the source and Wraith was momentarily speechless. “I… I’m very sad that she died. I… I might have fallen for her, had things been different. Oddly enough, no; I don’t blame myself. For once. Her death I blame on Maxson. She has been avenged but I’m still going to miss her.” She stood up and watched P.A.M closely. She was acting strangely. “That was a rather emotionally orientated query, missy. Where did that come from?”

“Since my assistance in its repair, the unit designated KL-E-O has frequently entered my office and engaged me in conversation. Some of the topics would be beyond your capabilities of understanding. Some have been filed under personal developmental data. The topic of a recent discussion was loss and personal accountability.”

“Personal… P.A.M, do you like KL-E-O?”

“Insufficient data.”

“Also, pretty sure KL-E-O is a ‘she’ and not an ‘it’.”

“Logic error. Unit designated KL-E-O has no biological data and does not possess gender-related chromosomes.”

“I’ll let her explain it to you. Do you look forward to your conversations?”

“Temporarily unable to process verbal input. Still processing.”

Once topside, Wraith waved MacCready over to her and the two headed toward the Minutemen offices. Despite all the positive experiences with synths, he still found himself uncomfortable at Railroad HQ. As such, the former merc had been amusing himself by reading comics while Wraith had run her errand. As they crossed the street he gave her a recap on Grognak’s latest adventure, hoping to elicit a conversation. It didn’t take long for him to realize that she wasn’t paying attention and that she was lost in her head.

“So right about then I slapped Danse across the face and told him ‘No! Bad can! Very bad tin can!”

“Mmhmm. Is that right?”

Sighing loudly, the young man picked up his pace; positioning himself directly in her path so she stopped. Locking eyes with hers, he was clearly annoyed, “I’ve been standing around in the cold waiting for you and now you’re ignoring me. You off somewhere else, or what?”

“I told you to wait in my office, Mac. You chose to stand down here instead.” His pout, as adorable as it was, needled her, “Don’t be a baby. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Oh, yeah? Like, what’s so important?”

“Northern expansion… and asexual synth love.”

“Ugh. Gross.”

“Don’t be like that. You like plenty of synths and robots!” Wraith side-stepped around him and set her hand on the doorknob, “You get along well with Codsworth and Sturges. You and Val have played dart and Horseshoe tournaments as partners! You have always been sweet to Curie.” Wraith, in a bad mood, turned the screw, “And Mags; I’ve head you and her have gotten along really well…”

“Magnolia is..?” MacCready stopped in his tracks, his face turning tato-red.

“And I thought you said synth love was gross. Oh, well I guess lust is something different, huh?”

That hurt him. She could see it. Clenching his fists, he turned and walked away from her.

Oh. Over did it. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Wraith tortured herself reviewing their conversation for the rest of the day. Unfocused and irritated she muddled her way through various meetings, embarrassing herself and wishing like crazy the dim, winter sun would hurry to bed. She flip-flopped between being angry with MacCready and his prejudice, to being angry with herself for her lack of patience.

Hancock had been busy with meetings himself and she really didn’t want to run to him with this. Complaining about one boyfriend to another, who also happens to be his boyfriend… It all seemed so grade school.

Shuffling papers around in an angry huff, she willed herself to stay seated when someone knocked on her door, “Enter, please.”

MacCready crossed the room to her desk. Arms folded, he had a determined and grumpy look, “I went to talk to Mags…”

“Didn’t believe me, huh? Like I would make shit up…”

“Let me finish!” Unfolding his arms he whipped his hat off angrily and ran a hand through his sandy brown hair, “Please stop thinking the worst of me! Over and over I’ve watched you be kind, not just to me but to people that I would never even look twice at. Because you took a chance on me, ME of all people, I have looked twice.” He stopped with his hands out toward her, “I’m not saying this right…”

“It’s okay Mac. Take your time. I’m sorry I interrupted.”

Sitting on the edge of her desk, he reached for her hand. Pulling her to her feet, he led her around to stand between his knees. “I went to talk to Mags because I really like her. We were… are friends. I bought her a drink and asked her about… being a synth, I guess. The time we… spent together, wasn’t just mindless… I needed… I’m trying to see if…” Faltering again, he stopped and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to be a good guy, so don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m sorry too. I got shitty with you and it was uncalled for.” She wrapped her arms around his head, bringing it to her chest, “You are a good guy, Mac. I love you.”

There was another knock on her door and Wraith could tell by the cadence that it was Hancock. “Come on in, Mr. Mayor.”

Looking uncharacteristically exhausted, Hancock smiled at his lovers and their embrace, “Can I get in on that? I really need some friendly human contact right ‘bout now.”

“Rough day at the office, man?”

Hancock sighed contentedly as they settled into a group hug atop Wraith’s desk, “Ever have a day that seems to have it out for ya?”

The desk collapsed, sending all three into a pile on the floor.

“No dear. Please tell us all about it.”

Two days later found Wraith and MacCready in Diamond City. Hancock had been expecting to join them but found his responsibilities to his city too pressing to leave.

“I’ll do my best to tag along with Bossy’s next run. Course, that being weather dependent…”

The cold had been intense, especially at night. So much so that many provisioner caravans, depending on their routes, had been delayed or temporarily cancelled.

Wraith made plans for dinner with Piper before heading over to the agency to check on her favorite detective. Valentine was sitting and shuffling papers in a frustrated way that was very familiar. He seemed to be searching for something and pushed his chair back to look under his desk while tsking and muttering to himself. Wraith giggled when he crawled head-first underneath. Her chortle made him jump and bang his head, causing several items to fall to the floor.

“OUCH!”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Val!”

Rubbing his head, his cheeks burned scarlet, “Oof! That smarts.” He smiled at her abashedly, holding his arms out for a hug.

“Can I help you find something? Where’s Ellie?”

“Believe it or not, I’m not completely helpless without her… not completely. John and MacCready with you?”

“No Hancock but Mac’s along. He’s up with Shaun. We were supposed to leave tomorrow but Mac says he smells snow so I might be in town for a couple of days. Is there anything that you’re working on that I can help with?”

Valentine shrugged evasively and turned back to his desk, “Nothing too heavy right now, kiddo.”

“Oh nonsense, no job’s too small, right?”

Valentine pursed his lips and folded his arms, “Eustace Hawthorne is a missing cat… statue.”

“Cat… like a figurine?”

“Just like.”

“Oh… Val…”

Despite a reduction in height, Valentine’s appearance and body language were still reminiscent of his gen 2 form and as such were uniquely his own. The Railroad had even managed to tint his eyes amber. Tilting his head to the side he offered her a trademark, self-mocking smirk, “What was that about ‘no job too small’?”

“Well, I mean it’s not exactly grand larceny or a kidnapping…”

“It’s nothing less then what I should expect. After all that has happened, I’m lucky the good people of Diamond City haven’t burned me at the stake.”

Her frustration boiling over, Wraith dropped the bright-side pretense, “What the hell?! I thought that we had moved past this. I came and worked that burglary case with you this fall! I… we… Piper…”

“It’ll be fine, sweetheart. I’ve been here before. Things are slow right now but they’ll pick back up. I can blame some of it on the weather. Apparently it’s too cold to get into trouble.” Removing his hat, he ran a hand through his jet-black hair and smiled at her. “Hey, since I have you here there’s something I’ve been wanting to run past you.” Holding his hat in both hands, Valentine looked at the floor, “I want to ask Ellie to marry me. Would you stand with me? Do you think John would too?”

Wraith burst into tears.

“Oh! Don’t you start cause I’ll get going and Ellie will come in to a flood!”

Wraith looped a finger through the fine chain she wore around her neck. Valentine knew that Preston had given it to her after rescuing his group at the Museum of Freedom. Reaching forward she gently grabbed the detective’s hand and brought it up to chest height. When she dropped the necklace onto his palm, Valentine could see that it held two simple gold rings.

Wraith and Nate’s wedding rings.

He tried to pull away as if she had handed him a live grenade, “No! I couldn’t possibly…”

“Please, Val. Nothing could make me happier. Think of them as my wedding gift.”

The detective relented and the two embraced. When Ellie returned she found them both puffy faced but smiling.

“Uh oh. Now what have you two gotten into?”

Wraith could tell there was something wrong with Piper. All through dinner she had been distracted and quiet. As the children, MacCready and Ellie settled in to play Euchre, Valentine and Wraith joined her in her small kitchen. Valentine rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes and Wraith grabbed a hand-towel.

“What’s up Pipes? I can see something is eating at you.”

“Oh Blue, I didn’t want to bother you with it but it’s a disaster!” Piper threw her hands in the air and began pacing back and forth. “The long caravan to Megaton is missing! I had the Radio Freedom operator contact Murkwater and they said that they passed a week ago. A week!”

“This is perfect!”

Piper shared an alarmed look with the detective, “Jeez Blue, that’s not very sensitive…”

Wraith waved her hands at the misunderstanding, “No, no! I don’t mean I’m glad the caravan is MIA. Valentine don’t you think this calls for a master detective and his faithful sidekick?”

“Where are we going to find one of those, kiddo?” Valentine smiled at her, “I guess in a pinch, we’ll have to do. What about weatherman MacCready? Slogging through snow has lost some of its appeal since I’m now subject to cold and damp.”

MacCready sensed that he might be being left out and came into the kitchen. “What’s this about snow-slogging?”

“It hasn’t actually started to snow…”

“Wraith has voluntold us to go looking for a missing caravan, last seen ‘round Murkwater way.”

MacCready’s face was the picture of disgust, “In the swamp?!”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want, Mac. I wouldn’t force you.”

“What I’m I supposed to do? Sit around here with my thumb up my as… butt? You didn’t even bring a rifle with you!”

Knowing full well she could simply pick up a rifle from the Minutemen armory, Wraith gave him a sappy smile, “You’re my rifle, Mac.”

Managing to look both dejected and proud, MacCready sighed, “Oh goody.”

“It’s snowing!” MacCready’s voice was muffled as he grouched at Wraith through his scarf. “I told you…”

“It’s just a flurry; don’t be dramatic.”

“It can go from a dusting to a full blown Nor’easter at the drop of a hat, sweetheart. We can’t be caught without shelter if the weather turns on us.”

After checking in with the settlers in Jamaica Plain, the trio had elected a rout that circumvented most of the swamp that surrounded the Murkwater settlement. Even so the going was cold, slippery, slow and damp; something which MacCready felt the need to mention as frequently as possible.

“Wraith, I am cold. I can’t feel my toes…”

“I’m sorry it’s miserable out fellas but we’ll be there soon and we’ll be inside and they’ll have a warm fire and it’ll be great. So hang tough.”

“Oh, thank GOD YOU ARE HERE!” The village head, Margaret, looked completely done in, “We lost power this morning! My engineer is missing, we are all freezing and all the food in the walk-in is going to spoil!”

MacCready started sputtering and making incoherent noises. Wraith was almost certain she heard a few things that sounded like profanity.

Valentine kept a level head, “Can’t you just open the freezer doors? It’s cold enough to freeze the Dead Sea out here.”

“No, Val that’s a bad idea. There are probably a lot of animals that will smell the provisions and likely come to investigate.” Wraith cocked her head to the side, “Hey, do yao guai hibernate?”

“They do and mirlurks are dormant this time of year too. Deathclaws however…”

“Yeah, but aren’t they cold…”

“The hell YOU GUYS!” MacCready’s patience had worn through, “I’M ABOUT TWO SECONDS FROM SETTING THE NEAREST BUILDING ON FUCKING FIRE! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU HEARD ME, FUCKING FIRE!”

Wraith set about organizing the settlers into teams: one group to cut ice as a temporary solution for the walk-in, another to build fires from emergency logs and a final, smaller group to help her work on the generators. Valentine moved from group to group, helping where he could and asking about the missing caravan as well as the missing Murkwater engineer.

Working as quickly as possible, Wraith and her team had the generators back up before dark. In thanks, Margaret put together a large celebratory dinner in the common house. Sitting slightly apart from the rest of the settlers, Valentine broke the news to Wraith and MacCready.

“Behemoth.”

MacCready spat his food, “You have got to be kidding me!”

“What’s the big deal Mac? Should be easy to spot and then…” Wraith pantomimed taking a shot, “Easy.”

“This is just like with the deathclaw…” MacCready held out his rifle, “This caliber will not penetrate through the armor, hide and bone of a behemoth.” When Wraith opened her mouth to protest, he held up a finger, “What I mean is, not like what you want. It’ll be small wounds that will take time to bring it down. The best I could do is blind the thing and we all know how well that works.”

“We have a Fat Man.” Margaret had been walking by and overheard, despite their hushed tones, “Only have one mini but ones enough, right?”

“Oooo. MacCready like big boom!”

“Easy, killer.” Wraith smiled at the village head, “That’s kind of you to offer but I left that here just in case another mirelurk queen decides to drop by. We’ll find another way.” She could feel MacCready’s eyes boring into her head, “Something to add, Mac?”

“MacCready like… grrrr… ruiner.”

“And another thing, the locals seem to think that there might be a chance their engineer is still kicking. Would be bad form to blow the thing to kingdom come, if it has a captive.” Valentine steepled his fingers, “Locating it will be a trial; despite its size we’ll have to track it through the thick of the swamp. That’s no mean feat.”

“…keeps getting better and better…”

“There’s a between zero and none chance this will be resolved without a clear, concise plan.”

“I wish Hancock were with us; he’s a better strategist than I am. All my plans go straight to shit.”

“…and better…”

It took the better part of a week to locate the behemoth. The Minutemen had encountered the humanoid earlier in the year when they dispelled a super mutant group. Wraith recalled the report that Preston had shared with her: it had been the only survivor and had fled south. The decision to stop pursuit was mostly an act of the soldiers own self-preservation, as changing the creatures instinct from “flight” to “fight” seemed unwise. After the Murkwater engineer went missing, a long patrol had been organized but to no avail. There wasn’t a correlation drawn between the super mutants and the current dilemma so when they found several empty mirelurk carapaces and a large game trail, they chalked it up to a “very large animal”.

The massive super mutant had been foraging north almost to the Suffolk school, to far south of the settlement in a fairly straight line, in its quest for dormant mirelurks. Once the trio found the well-stomped path, they followed it to small shack where the humanoid kept its stash. There they found the remains of the missing caravan.

“Well, that’s really too bad.” Valentine wasn’t naive enough to believe they could find the provisioners alive but he was hoping their end could have been quicker, less gruesome.

“I don’t see any of Henrietta’s gear here… she might be in its basket still.” Wraith was getting teary-eyed, “Poor kid.”

“There is a rise with a tree over there.” MacCready pointed west, “It should give me a good angle. I don’t like the light this early… I want to see… to make sure before we use the frag mines.”

Valentine gave MacCready a knowing smile, “Well, well. I see hanging out with a do-gooder has done you some good.”

MacCready blushed and rubbed his nose, “Yeah, I’m a real philanthropist now. Gave all my caps to charity ‘n everything.”

Set-up was rather simple as was their plan: a blind in MacCready’s selected tree would give him the opportunity to verify if the engineer had somehow survived her abduction. It was highly likely that she had not and to that end, the trio would use a combination of grenades and mines to eliminate the threat.

Once MacCready was safe in his perch, Wraith and the detective hunkered down separately and waited.

And waited.

“Damn. Should have brought walkies. Stupid, stupid… Boy, I hope Mac remembered his night-scope.”

He had. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, the former merc swapped out his equipment. He had been having a hard time keeping his hands warm and so found it to be a challenge despite his expertise. “None of this is fun. This flippin’ sucks! I’m a good guy. I’m a great guy! Wraith needs a good guy. Whelp, I’m that guy. Goody, great guy.”

Wraith felt their enemy even before it showed up on her Pip-Boy. The sound of a behemoth as it makes its way through the world is unmistakable: as if they were the resulting offspring of a union between a great forge-bellows and an elephant. As the creature moved toward its shack, Valentine and Wraith tensed and got themselves into fleeing/attack position. In the event that any of the three of them were sensed or seen, Wraith would engage until the other two were clear and then disappear. Both of her companions had been very vocal about her trying to bring the monster down herself.

“Here we go…” MacCready raised his rifle and took a deep steadying breath.

“Someone, please! PLEASE HELP ME! OH GOD, PLEASE!”

Henrietta was still alive. She was crying.

Wraith fought hard to stay in cover. Her berserker instinct told her she needed to run at the behemoth and tear it apart. With her teeth if she had to.

Calm. Stay calm. Breath. Gotta fall back, gotta regroup… No we can’t. We have to do something now!

Leaping to her feet, Wraith ran at the humanoid while yelling at the top of her voice, “MAC, WE HAVE TO BRING IT DOWN WITHOUT HURTING HER! IF I CAN GET IT TO THROW SHIT AT ME, THE ARMOR IS WEAK AT THE NECK AND UNDER THE ARMS!” She ducked and dodged as her surprised foe attempted to flatten her.

“I’M ALSO BEING A FOOL AND RUNNING AROUND SCREAMING!” Valentine had a borrowed shotgun and would occasionally shoot at the monster’s feet. This was more to drive it to a greater fury than to cause damage. After all, he didn’t want to accidentally kill the person they were trying to rescue.

It was a rather ridiculous scene: two grown adults running around a giant monster in the dark, shouting nonsense and firing their guns at the ground.

As predicted, the beast began to find things to throw at its tormentors. MacCready kept his focus despite the shenanigans, waiting for the right angle. Unable to predict the flight path of such a chaotic development, the trio had a collective “oh no” moment when a rather large rock narrowly missed MacCready’s blind and crashed into the tree’s trunk.

Things were rapidly heading toward shit.

The tree groaned ominously and the sniper knew his precarious perch would not hold him for much longer, “Common ya big dummy, pick up a BIG rock. Show me what you’re made of!”

As if the behemoth had heard him, it stooped low and using both hands ripped an enormous bolder from the swampy earth. Raising it far above its head, it turned to zero-in on a target; presenting MacCready with a perfect view of its armpit.

“Oh, why thank you.”

The humanoid was so startled by the bullet’s impact that it dropped the bolder squarely on its own head. There was a terrible squishing sound and an enormous gout of blood. It stood that way for several seconds before pitching forward and crashing heavily to the ground. The impact caused MacCready’s tree to fall as well but the young man was able to avoid serious injury by bailing out at the last moment and rolling to safety.

Henrietta was in pretty bad shape. In addition to being malnourished and dehydrated, her left foot had been crushed between the behemoth’s back-cage and the various detritus it contained. Despite the competency of the medics, her foot was amputated.

“It’s going to be fine General.” The engineer tried to reassure an obviously guilt-ridden Wraith, “I will still be able to do my job and it’s amazing that I survived at all!”

Doing her best to school her features into a poker face, Wraith congratulated the young women and told her how proud she was to have someone of her caliber in the Minutemen.

The kid’s trying to make me feel better and she was just kidnapped by a literal monster, held captive for almost two weeks in the freezing cold and then had to have her foot cut off! Jeez!

“What in the Sam Hill possessed you to wander around in the swamp by yourself?”

The young woman blushed at Valentine’s question and mumbled at the floor, “Patrols had been seeing carapaces out there and I wanted some. I wanted to see if I could use them for something and I was too embarrassed to ask if they would bring some back to me.”

Piper was grateful despite the unfortunate fate of her caravan. “You and Valentine… oh and MacCready… I guess… really came through for Diamond City. I’ll make sure everyone knows it too.”

“I don’t know Pipes; the caravan was lost because I never went out after that behemoth. Preston had even made a point to show me that particular report.” Wraith leaned back in the chair in Piper’s office while running her hand vigorously through her short-cropped hair, “I didn’t follow-up and so people and brahmin died.”

Piper smiled sadly at her friend, “Your hair is getting long. Are you growing it out because of the cold or do you want me to trim it for you?”

Bemused by the change in subject, Wraith nodded stupidly.

“Well, which is it Blue?”

“Umm, trim… please.”

The two women moved to the mayor’s washroom and Piper busied herself washing and trimming Wraith’s hair. The radio was softly playing and Wraith found herself relaxing as Pipers fingers massaged her scalp.

“Blue, do you remember what I said to you when you told me to run for mayor?”

“Mmm, hmm.” Wraith sat up and smiled as Piper leaned against the sink, “You said ‘you’re nuts! I can hardly keep a teenager in line, let alone an entire city!’.”

“And that’s when you said, ‘you care enough about the welfare of the citizens of Diamond City, that you were willing to risk your life!’. You went on to say how my dogged pursuit of the truth wasn’t just to get some scoop. It wasn’t just for notoriety but the most noble of quests; for justice!”

“I don’t know if those were my exact words…” Wraith knew what Piper was driving at, “I appreciate what you’re trying to do but it’s not the same thing. I dropped the ball.”

“You can’t hold yourself accountable for every bad thing that happens, Blue.”

“Watch me.” Wraith stood up while stretching. There was a slight twinge in her left arm and she rubbed it absentmindedly as she stooped to kiss Piper on the top of her head. “I’m not quite ready to make lemonade yet but thanks for the pep-talk.” She smiled disarmingly as she changed the subject, “Did I hear Val right, that he wants to cook dinner?”

Piper adopted her best Nick Valentine impression, “I want to be the sort of man who can cook for his girl! After all, she works hard all day too.” Laughing, she waved her hand dismissively, “Don’t worry. I’m going to help him make sure it’s edible.”

“You want some help?”

“Why don’t you go rest? No offence but you look pretty tired, Blue.”

“I am fine! I guess I’ll go bug Mac and Shaun for a bit…”

“…the difference between the caliber. Got it?”

“Yes, Mr. MacCready. Hi grandma!”

Wraith walked into Home Plate and offered a wave to her boys, “Don’t let me interrupt. Is there something I can help with?”

MacCready shrugged, “Davidson said we could load clips and magazines; thought that might be good practice. You can help if you want or you could go rest… for once.”

“I’m fine, Mac.” Wraith reached to grab bullets from a shelf slightly above her head. As she took a step back with her hands full, she felt lightning flash through her left arm. Her hand spasmed and opened, sending the box to the floor and bullets everywhere. “Ow, crap!”

“Are you okay?” Shaun came running to help clean up.

“Yeah, kiddo. I’m okey dokey.” Embarrassed, Wraith crouched to grab some of the wayward ordnance out from under a table. Misjudging when she was clear, she clunked her head as she stood. “Ow! Fu…heck!”

MacCready, exasperated, had his face in his hands and proceeded to drag them down his cheeks to expose the pink of his lower eyelids.

“Gross, Mac.”

“No, what is gross is that despite all,” He swept his hands out as if reveling the room, “this; I know you can still whoop me.” He laughed a little even as he started to help. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. My left arm is being… I’ll talk to Curie when we get back. No worries.”

They both looked very worried.

“Why can’t I come with you, grandma?”

Wraith slung her right arm around Shaun and pulled him to her, “It’s still too dangerous, weather wise.”

“Yeahbut, you guys are going…”

MacCready sat in a chair and leaned back with his arms behind his head, “Hancock should be in Sanctuary by now and we said we’d meet him there. I miss Dogmeat too. I want to go home and hug my ghoul and my dog.”

“Oh, I see how it is! I’m not enough for you, huh.” Wraith walked over and gave her lover a kiss that he returned with gusto.

“Ugh, you guys are both gross!”

“Wraith… SEE… right in front… NOSE! WE HAVE... STOP!”

The shrieking wind tore MacCready’s words from him and flung them around to mingle with the snow. Wraith could make out enough to understand and agreed that they needed to find cover. However, the blizzard made it almost impossible for her to see her Pip-Boy and without the map she was completely lost.

We could be wandering in circles for all I know!

Frustrated and tired, she stubbornly plowed ahead and ran face first into the side of a building. “OW! FUCK ME!”

MacCready’s lips were at her ear, “Can you at least wait until we’re inside?”

Wraith felt a shudder of need pass through her as she found the door. Relieved to see a partially obscured Minutemen insignia, she undid the padlock and let them in. “I don’t know Mac; it’s pretty cold in here. You think you’re up for it?”

He caught her arm and pulled her to him, “Wraith, I could be on fire and get it up for you.”

“Clothes off… I’ll get the fire going.”

“That… wasn’t…”

Breathing hard, Wraith collapsed on MacCready’s chest. Her head swimming in the high of release, she listened to his heartbeat as it slowed back to a normal rhythm. When she tensed to stand up he wrapped his arms around her to keep her atop him.

She smiled as she laid her head against him. He would often hold her like this after making love. It seemed as though he was reluctant to end the feeling of “oneness”. When his grip relaxed she propped herself up to watch his face. That moment when he opened his beautiful eyes and smiled at her; she could live and die for that moment.

“I’m so lucky.”

“Funny… I was thinking the same thing.”

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Fairytale!Destiel AU : Chapter Seven

Supernatural or Marvel

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel (Destiel)

Warnings: talking about the sexualities

Words: 1695

Description: Some things become clearer for Dean

Important A/N: this is a very important chapter. not necessarily to the fic, but to everyone finding out who they are. please be aware that i have not and will not experience all the different sexualities and gender identities, and this is just my best interpretation of them. I have also talked with a few friends about how they feel as a *blank* to help, and their experience may be different to others. thank you and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

chapters one, two, three, four, five, six

ao3

“What?!” Dean jumped up from the log, a look of confusion on his face. “I thought you were gay!”

Castiel raised an eyebrow. “Well, when you put it that way…”

The two boys had been discussing an all-female band that had recently visited the kingdom, which Castiel had managed to sneak Dean a ticket too. Away from him, of course.

But Dean had mentioned how ’hot’ the lead singer was, and Castiel dreamily agreed.

“But, I thought I- if you’re straight then how do you-” Dean stumbled, taking a step back on instinct.

Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, Castiel patted the spot beside him again, asking him to sit down. He waited until Dean had hesitantly done so before talking.

“Less, gay, more Asexual Panromantic,” Castiel smiled sweetly. This was a big step for them really, because despite knowing about how much they loved each other, neither were exactly ready for any kind of relationship.

“I’m going to assume that you’re not gay either?” Castiel teased, wondering how much the hunter actually knew about his sexuality.

“Those are some mighty big words,” Dean laughed nervously. “Well, I’ve never called myself gay. I mean, I like girls. But then there’s you, Cas,”

Castiel took in a sharp breath.

“You could be Heteroflexible, or uh, Heterosexual Demiromantic? Or-”

“Whoah whoah whoah, I don’t understand any of that,” Dean recoiled slightly. He’d heard of Heterosexual, but the others?

“Bisexual” Castiel finished

“Bi- bi what?” Dean forgot about his past confusion. There was something about that word.

“If you’re bisexual, you like men and women. ‘Bi’, as in two” Castiel looked over at Dean’s face, sliding a bit closer to him.

“Oh,” Dean said quietly, trying to let it sink in. It has a name. “ So, that’s what you think I am?”

“Dean, no one can tell you what you are. Experiment with the names. Find what makes you feel comfortable. You don’t have to know now. You could even call yourself Queer, if you can’t find a comfortable label, or if you don’t want a label at all,” Castiel comforted Dean, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Dean took in a big gulp. “So is your dad uh, is he cool with all that? With your aces- uh, and pans?”

Chuckling, Castiel continued. “Oh yeah, he’s big on letting us be ourselves. To a degree, of course. Michael, who you’ve met, is actually genderfluid,” Castiel almost kept going, but he saw Dean’s confused face.

“Genderfluid is like… I can’t exactly do it justice explaining it, because I have never experienced it. It’s where someone sometimes feels comfortable in their body, being a girl for example, but other days they can’t stand their body, because that day they’re a boy. Then other days they might be both. Or neither,”

“That’s a thing?” Dean was struggling to get his father's words out of his head.

“Don’t be insensitive Dean.”

“I’m sorry, sorry,” Dean hung his head. Goddamn John and his-

“I’m sure it's okay, I guess this all new for you,” Castiel noticed his shame and quickly tried to fix his problem. And then he continued.

“Raphael, the third oldest, is transgender. He didn’t feel comfortable in the body he was born in, so he got some help from Chuck and my brothers to be a man. Chuck is bisexual as well actually,” Castiel added, nudging Dean.

“Bisexual,” Dean said, but his mind was far away. He was trying it out, seeing how it felt. “I’m- I’m Bi,”

“Like I said Dean, you don’t-”

“No!” Dean jumped up, from excitement this time. “No I mean- I mean it all makes sense now!” he turned to face Castiel, a look of pure joy across his face.

“Everything I’ve felt, all of these things and feelings that I’ve just dismissed, it all makes sense now. I- I can’t thank you enough, Cas,” Dean sat down again, sunbeams practically shining from his face, the happiest he’s been in years.

Looking at him with loving eyes, Castiel placed a hand on Dean’s hand, and his eyes widened in shock. Fearing that he was taking it too far, he went to take his hand away, but he found another hand on top of his. He looked up to see Dean giving Castiel the same look.

“Could you please explain what Asexual Panromantic means?” Dean shyly said in a small voice, earning another kind smile.

“Asexual means I don’t feel sexual attraction. I don’t want sex,” Castiel spoke a little nervously.

“What? No sex?” Dean tilted his head slightly, less accusing and more curious.

“Nope. I just don’t. If you wanted some, too bad,” Castiel forced a laugh out, trying to hide years of pain behind his eyes. Yes, he came from a supportive family. Doesn’t mean he understood it himself.

“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to,” Dean looked Castiel in the eyes, as serious as he could get, earning a nod and smile from the prince. “Now, tell me. You’re romantically attracted to kitchen appliances?”

“No,” Castiel laughed, shaking his head. “No. It means I could be romantically in love with anyone. Any gender, binary or non-binary,” he explained after letting himself cool down from laughing.

“But isn’t that-”

“Bisexual? Well, technically. Just because you’re Bi doesn’t mean you can’t love non-binary people. Some people feel more comfortable with the Pansexual label, rather than Bisexual,” Castiel could see this going over Dean’s head, but the boy was trying. That counted for everything.

“And non-binary is…” Dean trailed off, hoping Castiel would take the hint.

“People who don’t feel comfortable as a guy or a girl. They might be neither, both, or something completely different. There are also many cultures that don’t have just two genders, but that's a story for another day,” Castiel explained quickly. It was getting late, and he was tired. The constant worrying that his father would find out about everything was really getting to him. But once Castiel was eighteen, he and Dean would run off together. They’d already talked about it and agreed. The small steps they’d taken meant to world to them, and they never wanted to let it go.

Castiel hadn’t even realised they’d been silent for a few minutes, staring off at a small gap in the trees, when a shooting star flew by. Turning to Dean, he expected him to still be looking at the sky so he could say ‘make a wish’, but the hunter was already smiling at him.

“Cas, can I please kiss you?” Dean asked, and Castiel’s whole world stopped spinning. His breath hitched. His heart skipped a beat.

Unable to find words, he nods and watched as Dean bites his lip, staring as Castiel’s. Dean cupped Castiel’s head with one hand and leaned in. As they made connection, their eyes closed on instinct.

And it was every bit of perfect Castiel had hoped for. Dean’s lips, oh, his lips were so soft, were gentle with Castiel, and he was melting. Melting into the kiss and into Dean’s arms.

Both soon needed to break for air, and they rested their foreheads against one another. Castiel was suddenly conscious about his constantly chapped lips. But ultimately, the kiss was at the front of his mind.

“That was…” Castiel started, but Dean finished for him.

“Awesome,” Dean looked into Castiel’s eyes with a smile.

He smiled back at the hunter. At his hunter. And then they kissed again.

Dean walked into his house with the biggest grin on his face. As expected, his mother was in her room, most likely sewing. Grandpa Sam was snoozing in his chair, and Sam was- Sam? What was Sam doing at home? Sitting at the bench! There’s no way he’s getting away with lying about the biggest smile on his face ever.

“Dean! I’ve been waiting for you!”

“Uh, hiya Sammy,” Dean had stopped in his tracks, holding an empty hunting bag, failing at his attempts to mask his smile.

“What's got you beaming like a mini sun?” Sam teased, getting up from the bench, where he had been reading his book. “Also, why are you so late?”

“I could ask you why you’re so early,” Dean dropped his bag on the ground and held his arms out for a hug. Dean held his little brother tight.

“Not unless you tell me who put that massive grin on your face!” Sam argued.

SIghing, Dean walked to the bench and leaned on it, and Sam followed so he was facing his brother. “Whose home right now? Dad is-”

“Dad’s out like always. Why-”

“What would you say, Sammy, if I told you I was in love?” Dean spat out, cutting his brother off.

“Why would I care Dean? Like sure, that’s great. But-” Sam was getting a bit sick of the cutting off.

“With a guy,” Dean finished, searching his brother’s eyes for a reaction. A response. Anything.

Sam furrowed his brow for the shortest second, before turning nonchalant again. “So? Again. Do I care?” he sighed, rolling his eyes and grabbing his book again.

“You don’t mind me being… you know, Bi?” Dean realised that he’d probably have to explain everything to Sam and-

“Again Dean, don’t care. I’m Bi too,” Sam answered, not looking up from his book as he took a spot on the couch. The older Winchester’s mouth went slack.

Due to the lack of comebacks, or any noise at all, Sam looked up to Dean and laughed. “Get over here! Are you going to tell me about this guy or not?”

Smiling as he regained muscle control to walk to Sam, Dean was trying to think of a way to explain the love of his life to his little brother, but it hit him.

Just start at the start, like all good fairy tales.

“Well…”

“Son, we need to talk,” Chuck said the minute Castiel stepped foot in the room. He had only just arrived back at his bedroom door when some of his father’s most trusted men came to escort him to the king’s chambers. A very rare event indeed.

Castiel gulped.

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