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tavina-writes · 1 year

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I started writing an essay in the tags of a post that was not strictly related to this topic but started getting me thinking and realized I should just. Make my own post about this because I have kind of been sitting on this frustration for a while? And mmmm idk how to feel about this.

(For the record, the post that inspired this is this one.)

I want to make it clear UPFRONT that I am not knocking on ANYONE's interpretations of NHS or about having gender headcanons about a character in general. I think people can headcanon NHS as whichever gender they like because those interpretations are fun and exciting and I like to read about those too.

What I have been getting progressively iffy on, and am not entirely clear on how to express until I came across the above post is the idea that 'NHS is femme-coded because he has femme-coded hobbies' or 'NHS is very gender/gender nonconforming because he likes to paint and doesn't like exercise/practice his saber' or 'NHS is not very masc in comparison to his brother and people in his society put him down/are irritated with him/react to him differently because his gender presentation is more femme.'

And I think what's always kind of boggled me about interpretations like these that I've mentioned above is because...

Hobbies like keeping birds* and painting and calligraphy and poetry** and being well dressed and fashionable*** were strongly masculine coded scholar gentry hobbies for bored rich men**** in historical China. People react to NHS they way they do in text (at least from what I can understand of the social norms of the MDZS jianghu) because NHS is determined to be a particularly foppish dandy and also yknow, actively wailing about his many problems.

So, I think the tldr of this is that: NHS can be interpreted as whatever gender people would like! But his society and his peers and the other characters are not reacting to him in a certain way because he's femme-coded, they're reacting to him that way because he's an irritating asshole and kind of foppish (affectionate)

*keeping birds (as pets and not like, just raptors for hunting) was a rich man's hobby in Ancient China from at least the Zhou dynasty, though which birds were popular as pets (everything from parrots to orioles) differed depending on the dynasty, but the Ming and Qing dynasties were extremely big on pet birds in rich people's houses in particular.

**it is unclear if NHS is particularly good at say, painting or calligraphy OR poetry but the point is that he appears to like these things

***men's fashion has been a wild beast throughout the ages both in the east and the west, and men have done things for fashion like wearing gaudy archer's rings to show off archery skills they didn't have, high heels, Song dynasty men wore flowers in their hair, and my own personal unfavorite: the Qing Dynasty queue.

****the four gentlemanly arts were for example: qin qi shu hua -- playing the qin (music), weiqi (Go if you want to use the Japanese name for the game), shu (calligraphy), and hua (painting). See brief wikipedia summary about the four arts here. There were different things also included in the education of an aristocratic gentleman in pre-imperial China but we have no time to delve into that in this post. HMU for more info if you want it because I love to talk about historical things.

#nie huaisang #meta #my meta #again I'm not trying to say don't headcanon him a certain way #headcanon him whatever way you like!!!!#I too LOVE a good gender exploration #but people canonically react to him the way they do because he's IRRITATING AS FUCK (affectionate)#and not bc his hobbies are gnc #they're actually really gender conforming 😔😔😔

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ccarrot · 4 months

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ontnffg Half of it is me being like. Girl youre like me bro. Lkfkriterally projection. Ok

So heres some options:

Chuuya transitions while with the Sheep, that funky gang of gender kiddos. He'd be accepted at least in that way.

Chuuya transitions after joining the mafia. A swift departure from canon but could be fun to think about if you're ready to fudge with BSD.

Alt timeline where chuuya wanted to be a Boy since a little kid and N just decided "that works" when faking his death and creating a new identity for him. This implies that N is not transphobic no he is anyways bc N has no redeeming qualities </3 Chuuya's just legally a male now.

Lets talk about timeline 2 ok.

Chuuya had the title of "King of Sheep" back when He was still a She. He always had his hair cropped short to make his gender relatively unknown.

Brief encounter during Fifteen, Dazai's like "huh your actually a girl? Thats not very King of Sheep of you" and Chuuya kicks him again

Getting assigned to Kouyou meant that fashion was Important. Kouyou tried to encourage dress in very pretty feminine clothes like she did with Kyouka, after a lot of kicking and screaming she let him have his way with clothes of his choosing but only if it was very expensive and fit.

Generic teen skk fic set up, daz and chuu needed to attend this extremely fancy gala type event, and chuuya's stuck wearing a dress. Till Dazai's master psychoanalysis skill kicks in and he's like 'i gotchu bro' leads chuuya to his closet of identical looking generic black suits. They're a little big for chuuya but he was happy, AND Dazai got a swell view of chuuya in his clothes so it was a win-win.

I think Kouyou was the first one to start referring to him like a "boy" (she knows whats up with the transfemme swag) Dazai also started going like. " dude" "bro" "man" you know, guy terms. And the Flags were the firat people he was like, asking if they could use different pronouns, and Lippman called him a "he" and that zinged something in his brain.

After he came out, Mori changed his bribe "If you get to executive, i'll get you your top surgery" Mori was gonna pay for his surgery anyways. Happened sometime after Dark Era around 20ish

He did get started on T like as soon as the Boss found out. Mori might be a bad person but he's the trans rights president!! ^v^

Chuuya got kinda lucky being naturally flat but during some low points you Know my bro was still up in the unsafe binding business. At least until Dazai found out where his missing bandage rolls started going and Kouyou and him staged an intervention.

He messed up his ribs pretty bad a couple of times

Chuuya's never conformed to the gender binaries by default. but once he got out of his "i need to fit in" mindset, presenting "traditionally masculine" stopped being the biggest concern. So now lets himself have *fun* with his hair and clothes.

Poor guy is still really insecure. Low key always in a state of worried about his looks. Like Yes he may seem confident in his gender but bro still got the Thoughts plauging him. Dysphoria king 😔

When he reunited with Dazai in the dungeon, he was subtly going like. "Heeeyy. Hey notice anything different about me?? :3" and Dazai annoyingly misses "nope same old chuuya as he's always been"

Dazai does recognize that chuuya was trying to show off that he finished transitioning. Right b4 leaving (and the rich girl impression) he surpise attacks with a good ol "yeah lol jk. Congrats on the transition btw you're looking very handsome these days" bonus points if there's an unxpected behind hug.

Chuuya and Daz get together sometime after s3. Dazai become a borderline annoying cheerleader whenever chuuya takes off his shirt

Okay. Have fun with that

#genderfluid genderqueer enby transgener i love chuuya <3 👍#ask

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kingskwing · 3 years

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Hi there! May I request a fic with Rosa, where her and reader are attending a fancy party or ball? I really love her outfits in the SSR cards haha, and for this they're already dating! Perhaps on a mission, or dancing..? The details are up to you, these are just some ideas!

YES you may request a rosa fic she deserves so much spotlight,, I see marius and my heart stops then I see mc and I combust into nb flag colored confetti, good for gender reveal parties

I hate to do this but Y/C/N is your code name hh I'm sorry also please say you haven't watched white collar because this is literally the plot of Bottlenecked and last apology I did not proofread this so it's a little all over the place aha hope the actual ballroom part was satisfactory seeing as I got caught up in the case 😔 I tried so hard to make this consistent but I have also been awake for 22 hours </3

》 M.list

Warnings: drowning ment., kidnapping ment.

"Rosa, stop giggling! You're making me laugh too!"

"Sorry Raven, I can't help it! Trying to get into character for this is too difficult."

"Just channel King."

Rosa only laughed harder at that, fighting to keep her cool while getting into character. "Damn, shawty bae, want to get in my Lexus and take a trip to my factory full of underpaid workers?"

You heard all this through your earpiece, giggling too much to join in. Instead, you switched the channel, choosing to talk the other members while Raven and your girlfriend laughed helplessly.

"Hey guys, knock it off. Any more of that and I'd be too giggly to carry out the mission," you said, adjusting your sleeve.

"I don't talk like that." You could hear King's pout over the line, sending you into another small laughing fit.

"Everyone, please, this is Y/C/N's first mission, can we help them get into the right headspace?" Libra's voice pleaded.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Raven replied, smile audible. "I'll let you guys finish getting ready. My cheeks hurt!"

You removed, turned off, and pocketed your earpiece on your way to Rosa's hotel room. You were excited to show her your attire for tonight and wanted it to be a private moment.

Popping your head in the door, you asked if she had hers out too. With her conformation, you entered her dressing room.

Your shared gasps upon seeing one another were met with matching smiles. As her fingers brushed over your outfit, you admired the way the bodice hugged her frame while retaining its modesty and how the airy, flowing fabrics of the skirt still managed to be heavy enough to create an alluring silhouette. A shared smile and a deep kiss was enough to communicate your thoughts, and you were off, an ominous black bag at your side.

》》▪︎》》

With the tickets Marius provided, entry wasn't an issue, even with the large duffel bag you had on your hip.

"Alright, let's find this guy. No apprentice of mine, especially not one named Victor Siege, gets to challenge me and get away with it. He even paid for a name change, how cringe is Siege?" you said.

All this began because you were briefly questioned in an NXX case, and you gave your number to MC. Some time passed, and you'd been dating her for a while when a number of forgeries were exposed and all signs pointed to you. While you were a sweet, loving girlfriend, you were willing to go to any lengths to help people. The Robin Hood of the art world, you stole and forged priceless pieces of art, always returning them to the families they rightly belonged to. Your real income, however, came from the pieces you'd take along with your mark. They just wanted something pretty to hang in their huge, unused houses, so what's the harm if they still have their eye candy?

Needless to say, MC was heartbroken until Marius stepped in. He saw real emotion in your work and couldn't let another talent like Jason Sanders slip through his fingers. He offered you a position within the NXX as a forger, with caveats. If you were caught stealing or forging without the explicit permission of the NXX, you would be charged appropriately and incarcerated. And, as an extra precaution, you were given an ankle monitor with a 2 mile radius around the residence Marius provided for you where he could keep tabs on you. Artem protested his decision, but Marius assumed full responsibility should you do anything untoward.

MC was still devastated you lied to her, but after a while, she resumed her relationship with you, having realized you never compromised your personality when you were with her, you were genuinely you.

However, this case was different. Your past had caught up with you and an apprentice of yours decided he had something to prove, so he challenged you. PAX was holding a gala with its own small auction and your apprentice wanted you and him to submit an impossible forgery: a pre-war wine bottle. Whoever's passed the most tests would win. He was playing for pride, while you were playing for information. You asked the NXX for help and they reluctantly agreed, with the promise that you would explain yourself afterwards.

You entered the gala with MC on your arm, scanning the crowd for Victor.

You picked an empty corner table to set your things down, including your forged bottle. "He's here somewhere. Since he made the wager so close to the auction date, I missed the submission deadline. I'll have to present the wine bottle in the middle of the auction," you mumbled to MC, who nodded in understanding.

She beamed as you dragged her to the large, bustling dance floor in the middle of the hall. "No harm in a little fun while casing the joint, huh sweetpea?" she teased.

"Sweetpea! You're so old-fashioned sometimes. And anyways, you know me. I've never worked a day in my life," you dipped her in time with the music and pressed a kiss to her lips.

She flushed at your boldness and hid her face in your neck, quickly changing the topic. "I never considered how much work goes into forgeries. I've looked into forged painting with Marius before, but I'd forgotten there are other things to be forged, such as gemstones and-"

"Wine bottles, of all things. Alcohol tastes like ass and there's no way anyone would drink a bottle as priceless as this. Everyone needs a hobby, I suppose," you mocked.

"Stop! You're too funny."

It was your turn to flush, thoroughly enjoying every compliment she offered. Unfortunately, duty calls, and you pulled her off the floor to discreetly converse with Marius over your comms.

"The Franklin should present in around an hour, you two lovebirds have 45 minutes to enjoy the festivities."

"Perfect. I'm sure we'll get up to some mischief."

"We will not!"

"Haha! Happy hunting. King out."

Eagerly, you and your darling lover made your way back to the dance floor.

"As I was saying, I failed to consider the aged wax, label, cork, et cetera. I may be less than pleased you had to break into someone's wine cellar for the wax, but I will admit I'm impressed. Too bad you can't falsify the cesium test."

The original bottle was sealed before the atomic bomb was detonated, and therefore there was no cesium present inside the bottle. Anything made after the war had cesium in it, no matter what. It was impossible to pass, but the authenticator was going to perform a few tests beforehand, which is where the competition fell.

"Cesium test or not, I really needed this."

"What, a good crime?" she deadpanned.

A sheepish smile was all you could offer in return as you spun her in circles, hand firmly planted beneath her shoulderblade and fingers laced with hers.

》》▪︎》》

Your teeth flashed in a dangerous grin. It was time. Almost whimsically, you retrieved your duffel. Tapping a finger to your earbud, you breathed deep.

"It's go time."

You burst through the doors. "Stop! Stop the auction!"

Marius hurried over, looking positively scandalized. "What's this about?"

"Your Franklin bottle is a fake. This," you pulled your forgery from your bag, "is the real Franklin."

Marius waved the appraiser over, face grim. "He's a really good actor," you thought as you handed the bottle to the wiry man. His initial evaluation made Marius heave a sigh.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do not panic. The bidding will resume, we will simply have to present the true Franklin later on in the evening once the tests have been run," Marius said over the din of the room.

The wait was nerve-wracking, for you at least. MC was still in the dark as to why Victor's info was so important, but she didn't press it. As per the agreement, she'd know later on that evening, and delayed gratification is better than none at all.

Three shared victories tied you and Victor, having passed the wax, cork, and glass refraction tests. Marius' authenticator made a small scene regarding the bill for two cesium tests, but a word from your young associate was all it took for the forgeries to be whisked away once more.

"Of course ours will be exposed as a forgery, but so will Victor's. That way we can case him on fraud and he'll be out of my hair, and I'll finally have a lead on Paco," you mumbled.

"Paco?" MC asked.

Your apologetic smile was a bit frustrating, but she let it slide for the time being.

》》▪︎》》

How could this have happened? Victor's bottle passed the cesium test, meaning he stole the real Franklin and set you up. All the controversy surrounding the bottle caused its price to skyrocket, giving him the funds he needed to pay off the Russian mob. Whatever the hell he was into, it wasn't your business, you just needed that info. Victor was not getting away with both his loan money and a boost in pride at having surpassed his mentor.

You bolted when he did, much to the dismay of MC and Marius.

"Give me a few, guys, I can corner him in an old construction site. We may not be able to bag him on forgery, but Captain Morgan can hold him on trespassing until I figure something out. I know you're wary, but please call him and give him access to my anklet's location."

The team exchanged glances and quickly regrouped. Luke and Artem set up Morgan's chase with ease, but it was all on you now.

》》▪︎》》

"Victor! Do you hear those sirens? It's over. Tell me where she is."

The scaffolding you stood upon rang with the blow of the wind, swaying with unease. The air smelled of salt and tasted of the sea.

"Oh, Y/N. Do you really think I'd give up that easily? I don't care about the end of the line, I care about the journey you take to join me. Who knows what he's got her doing. Petty theft at her age? Could become a deep-seated issue."

"I don't understand! I treated you like my own son, like the brother she never had. Why go through all this trouble?"

"Some things are more valuable than love, my dear mentor." He shifted his foot backwards, looking you dead in the eye.

"No!"

You scrambled to reach him, to catch him, to hold him, but all you saw when you reached the edge of the scaffold was the ripples of his landing. From this height, he was likely too injured to save himself. You tore at your clothes, removing excess fabric, poised yourself to dive—

The moment never came. Captain Morgan reached you just in time to wrangle you away from the edge despite your most desperate efforts.

The other members of the NXX arrived on the scene, surprised to see a bodybag. You were on the docks now, wailing into MC's arms as she did her best to console you.

Perhaps your interrogation would have to wait.

#i didnt proofread this but i tried to go back and make it consistent #file retrieved!#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot mc x reader #tot x reader #not me mixing two reverse crime show plots in here and throwing in a little spice of my own #if you want a series abt this lmk but be warned it won't be good

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jimkirkachu · 3 years

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you’ve been afk for a while, are you alright? what happened? 🥺🥺 (੭ ･᷄﹏･᷅)੭ु⁾ any Kitty updates?

Hi hon, thank you for your note and your lovely emoji guy!! Those sparkles...... they're so magical......! 👀✨

(Sob story follows)

(Disclaimer: I promise I'm not deliberately trying to gain sympathy or pity!!!)

So........ it's been a rough few months. I've had an aunt and a cousin pass away; my longtime mentor retired but I had to, well... avoid the huge celebration that was thrown in his honor because The Abuser was there (thankfully I knew ahead of time so I wasn't blindsided, but it still sucked not to be there); and I've sort of been having a whole identity crisis, trying to figure out if I'm non-binary, gender non-conforming, gender confused for sure, then trying to communicate that to my family, and everyone I've told has been very supportive (for which I'm extremely grateful!) but it's just stressful trying to get up the nerve to talk about such personal things when you have no idea how it's going to be received. Especially when you're accustomed to never talking out loud about Anything personal because you've been conditioned to understand that your feelings are Too Much to dump on any one person and every time you've slipped up in the past and even obliquely talked about your feelings, you've gotten in trouble for it. (Let's just put it this way: I'm in a text message group chat which is active every day, and I got to a point where it was making my mental health so bad that I muted all the notifications--and I now have 709 unread messages as of this writing.)

On top of all that, there's the unfortunate kitty news. My cat (the big black one, Ensign Kittycat) is doing just fine (and my dearest anon, you have reminded/inspired me to come up with a new kitty/Trekky post sometime soon 🤔🥰). My mom's cat, however, is rather old and has been in declining health for the last couple of years. It's been at least a year since she lost whatever was left of her hearing (she's always had bad ears), but about 3 months ago she also lost most of her sight, and it was actually an overnight change, which was really freaky and scary. One day she was deaf but otherwise pretty much fine, the next morning she walked directly into the light from my bedside lamp and stared up at me with her eyes Fully dilated, and ever since that night/morning she's gotten around by memory, possibly by sensing light/darkness, but mostly just by feeling her way with her whiskers, which means she gently bumps into everything (walls, furniture, people, other cat, etc.) and it's just... really sad. Our vet confirmed that she is definitely in kidney failure, so we've started her on a whole plethora of medications, and I know it sounds like a weak excuse for being emotionally exhausted but it's really taken a toll. She wails about a dozen times a day/night (loud enough to be heard across the house and/or to wake us up) any time she goes to lie down somewhere and feels... pain? loneliness? who knows? I know she's "just" a pet, and she's technically not even my pet. But she's been part of our family for 17 years and being essentially incapable of helping her, having to watch her health/comfort/quality of life slowly decline is devastating. 😔

Otherwise, it's been the same old song and dance with the multiple mental illnesses, the unemployment, the constant comparisons between self and more-successful friends/peers/family members, the fantastically inconvenient sleep phase problems, and the overall feelings of worthlessness/hopelessness. 😕 It's all been something of a hindrance to my writing and creativity in general, which is a frustration in its own right, but... I think I've whined enough for one post (yikes).

I'm so sorry anon, I wish I had better things to report. 😔😣 But I really appreciate you checking in 💜💜💜 Thank you for caring; I hope things are going more smoothly for you than they are for me!

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