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zibiscusloon · 1 year

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Don’t ask me why I’m posting these I’ve just fallen back into a Splatoon mood and these guys entered my head again-

{Splatoon OCs}

Note- not including agents

Persephone “Sephie” Ika

-God help this dumbass she’s a hazard to herself and others-

-22 years old, female, she/her, pansexual

-She’s the most chaotic brush main on the field, who is literally only good at clam blitz (fucking somehow-)

-Ranked C- (she may be good at clam blitz but pity the poor souls on her team in any other mode)

-Has a pet Sea Bunny named Toast, or as Pushpop would call him “Devilfish”

-Found Pushpop around in between the events of Splatoon 1-2 after she accidentally stumbled upon the metro, she had no idea what this fella was saying or even acknowledged that he was trying to splat her but she quickly knew she wanted to befriend him.

-How? She gave him food. (Look that man was starved-)

-They moved in together and after a few years started dating. She’s his dumbass and he loves her.

-She’s no-contact with her parents for unspecified reasons.

-Met the Half Bait duo at one of their concerts, to which through a series of shenanigans involving some pissed off seagull, her and Pushpop befriended them (they all team up for Turf Battles)

-She will bite.

-She’s a hopeless romantic and has a large collection of romance novels.

-Collects Squid Friends (those lil inkling furbies)

“Pushpop”

-Sephie’s sanitized boyfriend

-Cynical and snide, Pushpop has little to no memory of who he was before he entered the Metro, all he knows is that he’s permanently pissed off.

-23 years old, male, he/him, bisexual

-He has a resting bitch face

-Doesn’t really get how Sephie managed to drag him into her life all those years ago but she’s his problem now and he’s come to accept this.

-The most annoying brella main you will ever meet, he has mastered the undercover brella.

-He’s a big Deep Cut fan (likes em mainly to spite Raps and Adaliah-)

-He has declared war on a literal slug (Toast; it’s a mutual hatred)

-Man has literally never lost a Splatfest, picking the same team as him tends to be a guaranteed win. (He usually doesn’t even support the actual team he picks he just goes with what he thinks’ll get him the most snails)

-Sephie is the one who gave him the name Pushpop, he doesn’t remember what his original one is so he’s let it grow on him.

-Doesn’t show it often but he is highly insecure about his zombie-like appearance. Sephie often reminds him of how beautiful she finds him.

-Him and Sephie wear promise rings.

Rakeidra “Raps” Sockeye / Bloody Mackerel

-Goblin goblin gob-

-Local fish somehow passed as a squid! More at 12!

-Raps is a Salmonling who fled her homelands near the Smokeyard to avoid attacks from Grizzco Industries (gal ain’t a fighter)

-22 years old, female, she/her, lesbian

-Salmonlings result from a genetic mutation within their eggs, they’re usually assigned as their community’s mechanics (Raps herself isn’t all that good with gadgets..)

-Can shift into a more salmonid like appearance in her swim form

-Strictly uses traditional Salmonid weaponry, her main weapon being an old rusty frying pan (its an old Sockeye family heirloom!)

-Met Adaliah by chance as they both had something to hide during their stay in Inkopolis, they both had a love for music and eventually formed their Punk Rock band: Half Bait!

-Uses the stage name Bloody Mackerel and prefers to sing in a nasally voice as she finds it more authentic!

-Developed a crush on Adaliah over the course of their friendship and eventually worked up the courage to ask them out (the entire confession was a disaster but Adaliah was so moved by this absolute idiot and agreed to date em; much to Raps’s shock)

-Relentlessly bullies Scuffle-

Adaliah Dumbo / Corpse Tide

-The other half of Half Bait, this is Corpse Tide! (Or just Adaliah-)

-22 years old, nonbinary, she/they, sapphic

-She’s a half-sanitized octoling, she came to the metro after hearing the calamari inkantation and was found by C.Q. and Tartar.

-However, unlike most unlucky octarians who came down there, they shortly began to take notice of what was going on as they went through the test sights (this however did not stop Tartar from trying to sanitize her, she managed to escape though)

-Despite the sanitization not being complete, Adaliah still has to deal with the repercussions of her new transformation

-She often feels as though her skin has begun to rot, and she has a few holes in her memory (one of their biggest fears is completely losing their memories)

-They and Pushpop might trauma dump on each other often- just a bit-

-Regular customer at Hotlantis

-Is actually insanely strong in upper arm strength, as such, they prefer more heavy weaponry (hand em a splatting and they’ll go ham on the battlefield-)

-It is not fun being on the opposing team when she’s playing ranked (they’re insanely good at finding high vantage points and will fully take advantage of their lil hiding spots, it’s the former solider in em-)

Scuffle Lukewarm

-He isn’t paid enough to deal with Raps’s and her bullshit I stg-

-This is Scuffle! He’s a jellyfish and Raps and Adaliah’s manager.

-28 years old, trans male, he/him, aroace

-This jelly has not sept a wink in the past five years. Basically living off of energy drinks and expresso.

-Raps has a bad habit of making snarky half thought out remarks to which Scuffle is the one stuck trying to be in damage control to preserve Half Bait’s reputation. He’s gonna kill her one of these days he swears-

-Met the Half Bait duo half way through their career while he worked a dead end job at MakoMart, he insisted he meant to do more then just live the life of a cashier and offered up his services as their manager.

-Had to learn how to speak some Octarian and Salmonid as surprise! He realized half way through working with em that neither Raps or Adaliah were inklings! Whoops! (So much that spending 2 years learning Inkling got him..)

-Handles finances and merch

-He really doesn’t get along with Sephie and Pushpop honestly scares him (he has to put up with em both though since they’re his bosses friends..)

-Tends to flare up in lil outbursts that take hours on end for him to cool down from.

-Tends to a kelp garden as a sort of self therapy.

Savannah “Savvy” Tropics

-Th-This is a child what are you doing here??

-The tech team for Half Bait, Savvy is a sea slug that works as Raps and Adaliah’s lil mechanic as she’s naturally gifted with gadgets.

-9 years old, female, she/her, questioning

-The sassiest lil shit to ever sassy lil shit. She’s such a damn brat-

-Met the Half Bait team after stealing profits from their merch from hacking their accounts. Raps was pretty impressed by the brats audacity that she gave her a job (much to Scuffle and Adaliah’s objection-)

-She’s a street rat orphan who didn’t really have anywhere else to go and hey, it’s a chance at money, why pass up?

-After finding out about her homeless status after the years they spent with her, Raps and Adaliah have seriously considered adopting her (they practically view her as their bratty child, they’re just waiting to see if it’s something she’d be comfortable with: spoilers, yes, yes she would-)

-Basically any time Half Bait would be on air she’d act as a moderator between Raps and Adaliah (especially during splatfest) she’d usually act as the one to introduce and represent a third team just cause she’s a menace who likes to bully her moms.

#my art #oc #oc art #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon oc #inkling #octoling #sanitized octoling #splatoon jellyfish #splatoon sea slug #idol oc #didn’t include my agents cause I ran out of room #and I’ve been brain rotting on my non-agent OCs so-#they are all grade A dumbasses #(cept Scuffle he’s the only one with the brain cells-)#may redesign Sephie- but idk #all these refs are old as hELL I need to remake em-#anyway we will go back to our usually scheduled shenanigans these guys just decided to sneak in for a sec-

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blimbo-buddy · 14 days

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another bug world no mercy question, perhaps a little silly one. how do the different bugs view gender? is there trans / nonbinary bugs....like are certain societies more accepting of them than others? i noticed some of the terms you used in the naming post were gendered things (king/queen, mother, sir/madame) so im wondering how those would go if somebug transed their gender

So it somewhat depends on the bug kingdom itself and their culture. Something that also alters the views of gender in the bug kingdoms is the species itself as well

Gastropods and Annelids (Worms) have looser views on gender because in real life, snails, slugs, and worms are all intersex

So in the canon of Bug World No Mercy, all of the characters who fall under either gastropod or annelid are canonically intersex

Slug/Worm society uses their gendered terms very loosely and it's not uncommon to see a slug/worm refer to themselves with he/him, she/her, they/them, or even another set of pronouns

With the Slugs specifically, though they have the title of King/Queen, it doesn't automatically mean that the Slug ruler is a male or female slug based on their title.

Both the Slugs and Worms typically have a "Leaning" term for their citizen's identities

Let me give an example: While Queen Mulch's sister, Ditch, takes up she/her pronouns, Ditch leans more towards masculinity

Generally, Slug and Worm society don't have real "Ideal male/female slugs/snails" ideals going on

However, not all worms have these loose views on gender. Enter: The Hammerhead Slugs. This part might have themes of transphobia with their society, be warned:

While Hammerhead Slugs are both male and female in real life as well, the Hammerheads that came to America began to craft together a strict guide pertaining to them

They must adhere to these guidelines set in place by law

I don't have a solid list of their strict guides yet, that'll definitely be covered in their kingdom guide though (Whenever that comes out)

While a Hammerhead Slug can very much transition to the opposite gender, they are almost immediately expected to begin their process of adhering to the strict rules put onto that gender they're transitioning to. If they try fighting back against those guides? Shame, sneering, shunning. Maybe even prison time, because by law, they are to obey these guidelines

Ants/Bees/Wasps:

Drones (Which in the story, is just a term for males of the species) who decide to become workers doesn't always mean that they transition from MTF. But it's also not uncommon for that to be the case

Drones who transition from MTF have their pheromones change

The smell of the bugs depends on who we're talking about.

Ants:

Female Ants: Damp soil and freshly cut grass

Drone(Male) Ants: Soot

Bees:

Female Bees: Pollen, generally floral

Drone(Male) Bees: Sour fruit

Wasps:

Female Wasps: Tree sap

Drone(Male) Wasps: Wet stone

Once again though, not every Drone who becomes a worker will be MTF, nor will their pheromones change. That is only if the Drone chooses to transition.

These three kingdoms are pretty relaxed when it comes to the topic of transitioning, although not as loose with gender as the Slug/Worm kingdoms are

In all three kingdoms, an ant/bee/wasp can very much be nonbinary as well as FTM

Nonbinary and FTM ants/bees/wasps are typically with the Head/Lead ants

FTM Head or Lead ants/bees/wasps go through the same pheromone change process as their MTF bugs, although they stay as their previous rank

The reason I specifically named these bug kingdoms above is just because they're the ones I have a solid idea of. They're bound to change in some form later down the line.

Also before anyone can say this: I would rather everyone not say something like "Well the Hammerhead Slugs may be evil but at least they're a little cool with transitioning" just because there's so much other horrible shit to them and how they are in the story (Plus their motives)

#blimbo rambles #ask #bug world no mercy #transphobia tw #just in case because of the hammerhead slugs #also I needed to clear the water with that last sentence because so many people on here will instantly be chill #with the worst most vile person ever ONLY if they seem pretty good with gay people

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transrevolutions · 11 months

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sdv gender and sexuality headcanons based off their appearances and the very little I know about them:

alex: straightest straight boy energy. cisgender man. big jock but not homophobic about it. he/him.

elliot: gnc gay man. probably writes love poetry. he/they.

harvey: cis bisexual man. he/him.

sam: pansexual and very loud and proud. super into queer history. cis man. he/him.

sebastian: panromantic asexual trans boy, he/they.

shane: says he's straight but ~dabbles~. cis man, he/him.

abigail: lesbian, trans girl, she/her.

emily: bisexual, nonbinary demigirl, she/they.

hayley: same boat as shane, says she's straight but ~~is she?? cis girl, she/her.

leah: trans girl, she/they. biromantic with a preference for guys. asexual.

maru: technically cis gnc girl who collects pronouns like hairties. she/they/xe/ze. bisexual with a preference for girls.

penny: cis girl, questioning her sexuality

caroline: lesbian cis woman in an unhappy comphet relationship (pierre doesn't know), she/her

pierre: gay cis man in an unhappy comphet relationship (caroline doesn't know), he/him

clint: heteroromantic asexual cis man, he/him

krobus: aromantic asexual ???? gendered (he's a shadow monster) any/all

leo: gender???? sexuality??? what are those? he/him but really doesn't care.

demetrius: bisexual cis man, he/him

evelyn: straight cis woman, will bake rainbow cookies for pride tho, she/her

george: trans elder, he/him, straight.

gus: pansexual cis guy, he/him

jodi: trans woman, pansexual, she/her (kent doesn't know about the pansexuality)

kent: the picture of internalized homophobia (military guy), bisexual if he'd admit it to himself. he/him.

linus: aromantic asexual, cis guy, he/him

lewis: straight cis guy, you'd expect him to be homophobic but he's not. he/him.

marnie: cis woman, lesbian, she/her

pam: lesbian who grew up in a super conservative household, never has long term relationships because she's scared she'll go to hell. hooked up with marnie once, has avoided her ever since.

robin: bisexual, cis butch woman, she/her.

sandy: lesbian cis woman, she/her

willy: gay, cis man, he/him

rasmodius the wizard: genderfluid aromantic pansexual. caroline will occasionally hook up with her on days she's a girl (pierre doesn't know).

birdie: bisexual femme nonbinary person, likes being called 'wife' tho. she/they.

gil: gay cis man, he/him. marlon's longtime partner.

gunther: bisexual gnc cis man, he/him. drag queen.

marlon: gay trans man, he/him. gil's longtime partner.

morris: has a homoerotic rivalry with pierre. he/him.

mr qi: gender is a mystery. nobody knows mr qi's gender, least of all mr qi. any/all. has a thing with the ghost of the pc's grandpa.

professor snail: gay gnc man, he/him.

#sdv #headcanon #just in time for pride month #stardew valley #stardew valley npcs #pigeon.txt

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elizabethrobertajones · 3 months

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Hi! Top 5 NPCs for ffxiv? :>

Joint 5: the bunny girlfriends - Debroye from the bread quest in EW and Lilja from Bozja in Shb :) Debroye is fighting the good fight for flavour and that hardly needs expanding on after the build up Archon Loaf had in the MSQ as worldbuilding for Sharlayan. Lilja is just a badass bimbo nerd who is good enough to work at the Ironworks but cool enough for shiny nail polish and sunglasses in a warzone. They're small characters who you only meet doing side content but they have strong personalities and they get to rep viera girls who are just kinda nerdy and weird. I am disproportionately affectionate to both of them.

4: Gerolt... I think I've just spent too much time doing relic weapons... He's just awful in a really funny way and I wish him all the best and do all I can to ensure he has a better lot in life, and then one expansion later he is once again in deep drinking debt but saying the realest shit while creating incredible artworks. Also he's sort of 1/3rd the parent of the aforementioned child Frog has so I guess I need to at least get child support in the form of the first free weapon of each quest. The AU version of him and Mowen in the relic crafting tools thing actually really moved me and I'm not ashamed to admit it :')

Anyway in terms of "this guy!!" he's so up there and I'm always thrilled to see what Scenario he's in now. Over the long course of the game he's made an impression...

3: Ameliance. I'm certain she's a mob boss controlling everything from the shadows.

But seriously, no. The twins really are favourites but in terms of Top NPCs I'd been wondering about her the whole time since they do make mentions of their family and writing to mother etc and expectations were high, and getting to know her was so utterly wild because the plot demands on her from all directions of her family - her husband, her father in law, her children, the servants she hires who include the hired goons Alisaie brought to the Coils of Bahamut... Like. She is a character who had to be retroactively constructed from everything that has been said in a way that Fourchenault didn't need to be because his template is clear: He's the Son of Louisoix and burdened with cursed knowledge and the weight of history from immediate family and long lineage of being related to founding fathers of his city; he's EASY to write. Now imagine up the woman who MARRIED him, and has stayed married to him. And is going to stay married to him since the twins dealing with divorce doesn't seem like a probable plotline given the emotional directions of the broader story. Okay, now let's imagine a real woman with actual desires and personality who can fit into this puzzle piece.

Fucking Ameliance.

How on earth they convinced me she's real is a feat of writing I am in awe of.

2: Urianger is so important, like. Leave me alone, Il Mheg got me good because ffxiv seems to get everyone eventually, and now I'm nonbinary and he's my nonbinary icon :') SIGH. A Process Has Occurred. I could say more but honestly, I think that sums up that he is important to me.

1: Erenville............. Listen, I own multiple David Attenborough merch people get me because they know it's an easy gift. I had been a kid who sat and poked rockpools and puddles and I put snails in a jar and and of course picked up frogs in the garden. You introduce a character whose job is Animals and especially claims to be an expert in frogs??? He would have been at least with the bunny girlfriends on this list if this was his only contribution to the story. (And I would have enjoyed my feud in peace.)

Instead he's a fascinating guy who stood up for his workers, has leves where he's commissioning presents for gleaners, happily goes against authority to be helpful from the jump.... And NOW we get more content where we get to see him being a grumpy snarky bastard who is the only rational person in Sharlayan AND apparently has been neglecting being the only rational person in Tural too so off we go to see that in action???

I'm marrying him I'm marrying him I'm marrying him...

#ffxiv #endwalker spoilers

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axilarycobra · 1 year

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[Wings of Fire] Trans Headcanons

Hello! Something different today. I missed trans day of visibility yesterday due to being away at a conference but I wanted to still make a post with some trans headcanons for Wings of Fire characters since I have lots of them.

These are just my own headcanons and some are different than other people's so please don't get super defensive over these, they're just fun for me to make and everyone can believe what they want to believe.

And yes, it is a lot of characters. A while ago I decided that I would headcanon every WoF character to be LGBTQ+ in some compacity and recently I went back and gave many more of them trans headcanons. I'll save the romantic/sexual orientation for another day, these will just be transgender headcanons.

Also, quick note, all of these are subject to change because I love amping up my headcanons every once in a while.

Clay: transmasc (he/him)

Tsunami: genderfluid (she/her/they/them)

Glory: demigirl (she/they)

Starflight: transmasc (he/him)

Sunny: nonbinary (they/he/sun)

Moonwatcher: trans demigirl (she/they)

Peril: transfemme (she/her)

Turtle: trans demiboy (they/he)

Blue: transmasc (he/him)

Cricket: genderfluid (she/he)

Luna: transfemme (she/her)

Burn: trans demigirl (she/they)

Blister: nonbinary (they/them)

Anemone: trans demigirl (she/they)

Scarlet: transfemme (she/her)

Kinkajou: genderfluid (she/her/they/them)

Fatespeaker: nonbinary (she/they/ae)

Squid: transmasc (he/him)

Flame: transmasc (he/him)

Glacier: genderqueer (she/they/ae)

Carnelian: transfemme (she/her)

Clearsight: genderfluid (she/he)

Cobra Lily: demigirl (she/they)

Fathom: demiboy (he/they)

Icicle: transfemme (she/her)

Listener: transfemme (she/her)

Onyx: nonbinary (they/them)

Sky: trans demiboy (he/they)

Armadillo: nonbinary (they/she)

Danaid: transfemme (she/her)

Exquisite: transfemme (she/her)

Magnificent: genderfluid (she/he)

Grandeur: transfemme (she/her)

Kestrel: transfemme (she/her)

Liana: nonbinary (they/them)

Moray: transfemme (she/her)

Ruby: demigirl (she/they)

Sandfly: demigirl (she/they)

Snowfox: nonbinary (they/she)

Snowflake: nonbinary (they/them)

The Librarian: bigender (she/her/he/him)

Wasp: genderfluid (she/they/he)

Cinnabar: transfemme (she/her)

Coconut: demiboy (he/they)

Hailstorm: nonbinary (they/them)

Mayfly: transfemme (she/her)

Splendor: transfemme (she/her)

Soar: genderfluid (he/she)

Clorinde: agender (they/them)

Freedom: agender (they/she)

Odollam: nonbinary (they/them)

Crane: demigirl (she/they)

Crocodile: transfemme (she/her)

Saguaro: genderqueer (she/her/they/them)

Viper: demigirl (she/they)

Riptide: nonbinary (they/them)

Tau: genderfluid (she/he)

Whiteout: nonbinary (they/she)

Tempest: demigirl (they/she)

Oasis: transfemme (she/her)

Gharial: transmasc (he/him)

Pheasant: demigirl (she/they)

Sepia: genderfluid (she/he/they)

Barracuda: transmasc (he/him)

Piranha: transmasc (he/him)

Mango: demigirl (she/they)

Bigtail: agender (he/him)

Ostrich: demigirl (she/they)

Alba: demigirl (she/they)

Changbai: agender (they/them)

Current: demiboy (he/they)

Flounder: transmasc (he/him)

Kelp: demigirl (she/they)

Lagoon: transfemme (she/her)

Nautilus: transmasc (he/him)

Octopus: demiboy (he/they)

Ripple: transmasc (he/him)

Scallop: genderfluid (he/she)

Snail: nonbinary (they/she)

Typhoon: demiboy (he/they)

Bright: demigirl (she/they)

Firefly: nonbinary (they/she)

Heliconia: demigirl (she/they)

Loris: transmasc (he/him)

Tualang: genderfluid (he/she/they)

Battlewinner: nonbinary (they/she)

Darkstalker: agender (he/it)

Discretion: transmasc (he/him)

Jewel-Eyes: nonbinary (they/them)

Mastermind: agender (they/them)

Morrowseer: transmasc (he/him)

Morrowwatcher: demiboy (he/they)

Thoughtful: transmasc (he/him)

Wisdom: demiboy (he/they)

Agave: demigirl (she/they)

Capybara: demiboy (he/they)

Jerboa: transfemme (she/her)

Jerboa II: nonbinary (they/them)

Rattlesnake: transfemme (she/her)

Penguin: nonbinary (they/them)

Harrier: transfemme (she/her)

Osprey: transmasc (he/him)

Admiral: demiboy (he/they)

Atala: genderfluid (she/he/they)

Dusky: demiboy (he/they)

Tussock: transmasc (he/him)

Xenica: nonbinary (xe/xem)

Bumblebee: genderfluid (she/they)

Cochineal: demigirl (they/she)

Dragonfly: transfemme (she/her)

Earthworm: nonbinary (they/them)

Glowworm: transfemme (she/her)

Hornet: genderqueer (they/she)

Katydid: demigirl (she/they)

Malachite: demiboy (he/they)

Mantis: nonbinary (they/them)

Pinacate: genderfluid (she/her/they/them)

Treehopper: transmasc (he/him)

Tsetse: transmasc (he/him)

#wings of fire #wings of fire headcanon #wof #wof headcanon #trans headcanon

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gaycatastrophe · 6 months

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"men bad women good" is just "girls are made of sugar spice and everything nice; boys are made of snips snails and puppy dog tails" it's excusing bad behavior by men by framing it as the norm while putting women on a pedestal while women in actuality are perfectly capable of wielding and perpetuating misogyny against other women and/or for their own short-term benefit

"masculinity bad femininity good" is how we get "women and femmes" spaces that alienate and push out anyone perceived to be too masculine, including cis butches, but especially trans women and nonbinary people who don't meet the gatekeeper's expectations of femininity. It's a reframing of "men bad women good" to focus on gender presentation, but specifically gender presentation as positional to someone's perceived "real" gender. it's in-group policing based on normative assumptions of what "femininity" and "masculinity" even mean. Since our social norms are incredibly sexist...

...these are both examples of sexism. like, the regular kind, not “reverse sexism”.

Relatedly men are not the sole perpetrators of sexism, and sexist attitudes can be directed at people who are not women.

i am never sure how to tell cis feminists that transphobia is just a specialized type of sexism but transphobia is just a specialized type of sexism. it's more in-group policing, reinforcing what those normative assumptions of masculinity and femininity, and male and female, should be.

given trans people of all genders' relative statistical likelihood of sexual assault and sexual harassment, transmasc people's difficulty accessing reproductive healthcare, and policies that incentivize trans sterilization, not to mention the inundation of anti-trans legislation that's just as likely to impact gnc cis women/girls, even cis feminists who are uncomfortable about trans people should, for strategic reasons if nothing else, be not just trans inclusive but centering trans issues.

i.e. cis women feminists who don’t think this is their fight are incredibly short-sighted (in addition to being bigots willing to step on everyone else to get what they want.)

⬆️ post that’s been in my drafts for two years but I’m right lmao

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radicalrainbow · 9 months

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I MUST KNOW MORE OF THE SQUIDS SPOUSES!!!!

Who came first?

Do any of them not like each other?

What gender is all of them? They look like females but I could be wrong 🙃

AAA YOU DON'T NEED TO YELL- LOL Shellina the snail was the first! She goes by she/her and is a female. She was very confident in approaching Kallamar, not a flirt but definitely very caring for him. She'd take the time to give him her hospitality, if he ever got sick she was the first to care for him as she is a hard-working nurse in the cult.

Aalto the Axolotl was the second! They go by they/them and are nonbinary! Aalto was less so confident in approaching Kallamar but had a lot more enthusiasm in doing so and insisted on 'courting' him so to speak. They wanted it to almost play out how it did in one of several romance novels they've managed to get their hands on and wouldn't stop- despite knowing damn well Kallamar would have said yes if they had just straight up asked. Belongs to @the-pentaparty

Cedric the Crab was the third! He goes by he/him and is a male This man is more stern and quiet but was very flirtatious towards Kallamar, he works as a groundskeeper for the cult graveyard, digging holes for new bodies and cleaning the headstones. He's got some strength, having to pick the dead weight of bodies, and usually takes part in fight pit to show off the strength he has. He and Avalon had some hate towards one another for awhile till they got with Kallamar and things settled.

Avalon the Starfish was the fourth! They go by he/they and is a male. More shy and reserved but was really brought out of their shell by Kallamar, he love gardening and usually are the one in charge of making flower boxes when decorating for certain occasions! They're quite soft-spoken and get flustered easily, and are close friends with Lumina! He and Cedric had some hate towards one another for some time they got with Kallamar and things settled.

Lumina the Unicorn is the fifth and last spouse! She goes by she/her and is a female. She's more shy and closed off, it took longer for her to fully open up to Kallamar but definitely got comfortable once she did. Avalon encouraged her to be a part of their polycule when finding out she really liked Kallamar. Lumina loves having time to herself but if the chance came up would spend that time with Kallamar. She doesn't like confrontation and would quickly get away if Avalon and Cedric were fighting in some way.

SORRY I WENT OFF also the text for Aalto is from my friend they belong too who is tagged! We love them *smooches smooches* If there any other asks you wanna give definitely slip em in here and I'll answer!!🌈🐑

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Bee’s National Forest of Eldritch Horrors

Hi! Original story here that includes some eldritch horrors going on in a national forest park including a nonbinary park ranger and their love interest a little gremlin of a wannabe monster hunter. Although maybe he's right about the entities in the park. Fuck.

Chapter One

“Saw that little occult nerd of yours in the woods again, he was covered in some kind of green snail jizz. Probably sap or something. He smelled sweet. Anyway, the idiot swore up and down that he had run into some kind of monster den. And guess what? When I went and checked it out there were boulders in front of the supposed ‘lair’. Someone needs to drag that poor dye job back to the city. He’s losin’ his shit out here, Bear.”

“What did I say about using my legal name, Bernice? Just call me Bee or bitch or whatever thousands of other nicknames you seemingly call me anywhere besides the forest.”

Bear swept a hand through their too-early-to-be-greying hair. Bear was already pissed their tea mug was cold. They didn’t need Bernice secondhand yelling at them for Septimus again. Bernice sat on the edge of Bear's desk and picked up their baggie of walnuts and waved it in front of them. She leaned in close and looked deep into their eyes.

“Now you’d tell me: your official work bestie if you,” Bernice narrowed her eyes. “Had a thing for dyed hair, yeah?”

Bear just blinked up at her.

“Didn’t you just spend like two hundred dollars getting your new hair though?”

Bernice deadpanned and leaned in closer. She slapped down the walnuts.

“Bear Newton. Not only are we indoors at the park so I can call you whatever I want but I’m GAY! Which you are well aware of. Do you ever use those brain cells of yours?”

Bear just screwed up their face, still not getting it.

“Weren’t you just asking if I think dyed hair is cool? Your hair is cool Bernice I already told you that after you got it.”

Bernice groaned and pretended to drop dead to the floor dramatically. She spread her arms and legs all over the floor and groaned and rolled around.

“How the hell did you get in charge around here? You are so dumb, Bear. Honestly. It hurts my heart. Just never mind. Eat your damn walnuts. You need the brain power. Maybe a peppermint after too my old science teacher always said that helped and you need it.”

Bear happily did. After a minute or two of Bear eating and Bernice just lying quietly on the ground, she got up and went to her own desk. It was high noon and they had to finish up their paperwork before their park rotation was up. This month they were in the afternoon to midnight crew.

A creak of the bathroom door and Eckie the tabby came out strutting. The old cat was well-fed and well-groomed for a feral cat. Eckie was perfectly round but not too fat and his short hair was always pristine. A grey, black, and light brown striped tabby cat. Green knowing eyes. For as long as the cat’s apparently been in the forest he’s got all his eyes, ears, and a full tail. Bear always thought it weird with the amount of predators in the park. They had seen a video of a cat slapping a sea lion though.

How he always let himself in the Mothra house was beyond Bear’s or their team’s knowledge but the cat always found a way in. Weird as the cat was, he was Bear’s favorite little creature in the entire world. They even had a bed for him which the cat jumped up to reach on the desk. Their coworkers had made fun of them but they didn’t care. Eckie was like their baby and made their job easier to work through. Bear gently petted Eckie while writing down the latest littering incident.

“Mothra house come in.”

The radio cut through the easy quiet of the small office. It was hard to tell with the tone taken out by the walkie but the voice, Ayla’s, sounded rushed. Bernice jumped for the closest walkie sitting over on the counter in the small kitchenette they had. Seemingly unaware of the hurried voice, Bernice took the time to perch herself up on the counter and flip her locs over her shoulder. Little decorations shone in the sunlight coming in through the nearby window.

“Mothra house, whatcha need?”

“Get to Scully’s Fall. We gotta missing person and two dead.”

Bear immediately shot up and ran over for the walkie-talkie, not bothering to take it out of Bernice’s hand when they called over.

“Ayla, it’s not the green-haired kid right?”

“No, but he’s here alright. Y’all head out. Call Akane and Ramhead.”

“Copy.” Bear and Bernice spoke simultaneously while also both holding down the button.

It didn’t take more than a breath and a tilt of the head at each other and they were already grabbing their coats and equipment. Bernice grabbed the keys and roared the truck to life. Bear gave a yell for Eckie to man the helm and they locked the door. Bear took their phone from their pocket and sent a quick text to Septimus.

Bear: You’d better count your lucky fucking stars I don’t see you out there.

Around halfway there they got a response.

Septimus Pinepike: I can help!!!!!!!!! I think I know what it is!

Bear: No.

Septimus Pinepike: :(

Septimus Pinepike: maybe close ur eyes when u get here then lol

Bear shoved their phone in their pocket and practically kicked their door open when they arrived. Florence and her girls were on the scene already and it was grizzly. Blood drowned the rock around the shore of the river at the bottom of the falls. The bodies were in pieces which made sense and so was their canoe. Coming down Scully’s fall was no joke. What eluded Bear was how they missed all the giant signs at the fork of the river. The old rangers made sure the Twisting Crook River was posted up with about twenty little signs growing in size the closer one got to the fork that divided the main river path and the cliff run.

“Florence, the front desk said they don’t recognize these folks, and the one I.D. we found doesn't match our records of folks comin' in. Must’ve snuck in.” Ayla had been working too hard, as usual, blood smothered her shirt and she was already making calls.

The image of the girls pulling the bodies from the river seared in Bear’s mind. They were all tougher than them but no one, in their mind, should have to do something like that but every once in a while they sure had to. The cops were always late and if they could someone they would. Always seemed like grim work for the paradise they practically lived in. Bear took the scene in carefully, and looked over; Bernice was doing it too. She was lowered to the ground by the canoe, so Bear got to ground level with the bodies alongside her and slapped on some gloves.

“Who’s the missing one? The I.D person?” Bear muttered as they inspected a twisted face with a gloved hand. “And why’s the face this bad?”

Bear took a second to look at the full body. Full wasn't actually right though. Some things were missing and it wasn't just the face that was bad. Everything was twisted up wrong. The bodies, or more accurately, the pieces that were on shore were bent in nearly impossible ways. Ways a river just doesn’t do. Something about the way the bones were jutting out twisted up Bear’s stomach sharp and quick. They only had a moment to sprint to the nearby bushes to vomit. After washing out their mouth and wobbly walking back like they didn't just evict their entire body and spirit to the girls all greeting them with unimpressed looks, Bear squatted back down.

“I.D. man is missing.” Florence quickly showed Bear and Bernice the I.D. and its information after ending her call. “Miri’s house is checking the perimeter. Cops are coming,” Groans sounded from everyone, but Florence kept on. “And they will handle the rest. We just have to fan out for the missing guy. And, uh, Ole Less said the river does that sometimes, certain rocks and whatnot don't go all buck wild about it.”

“Are you one hundred percent sure it was just some rocks, Flo?” Bernice had her face screwed up in plain disbelief.

Florence just shrugged, “Boss said it was some rocks, would you rather it be a deranged serial killer in the park, Bernie? People can’t do this type a’ shit.”

“Then why is the boat like this?”

What was left of the boat itself was just weird. It was a weird fractal mess of colors and glittery iridescence of different sizes spiraling underneath blood. Lots of blood. The metal was forced open at weird, wrong angles. Some of it looked so thin while other chunks of the canoe were thick. Bear thought perhaps that part was just their lack of knowledge of canoe making because that thing had to have been hand-crafted, but still, it rubbed them the wrong way.

“Bit too much blood, here don’t ya think, Florence?”

“Kid, try gettin’ a period.”

That got a huff of laughter from the rest of the girls. Florence was right though, so Bear let it go. With the few accidents they had seen over time, the blood always seemed impossible anyway. The amount of blood in people was an insane thing to think about. Though the thought of this still being too much blood persisted in their head. They threw a glance at Bernice and she already had her ‘We’re missing something here’ look on. They made sure the rest of the rangers weren’t looking and then slowly nodded back. Something was different about this and the others were already dismissing it.

“Where’s Septimus?” Bear quietly asked once they and Bernice were done looking the scene over.

“Who?” Ayla quirked an eyebrow up at them.

Bear sighed, “The dark green-haired guy. Kinda short. Talks a lot.”

“Oh!” Ayla gave him a wink. “Off ahead with Mothman house. Sure you can catch up to ‘em.”

Bear simply nodded their thanks and headed towards the surrounding woods with Bernice in tow. They had no idea why no one else was keen on keeping the guy out of trouble but extra eyes to search does help, Bear mused to themself. When they were out of earshot Bear pulled Bernice close by the arm.

“You think they’re just too used to this stuff to see it doesn’t make sense at all? I mean they all did a bunch of stuff like this before we got hired a few years ago.”

Bernice glanced over her shoulder, “Yeah I mean, rocks could definitely fuck up the bodies but how did they miss the sign? Who dragged them on the shore? Ayla said she didn't do it when you were throwing up. If it's I.D guy then what a battered, half-dead man pulled them up and some of their pieces? I don’t think so. Times like these are when I wanna believe our little monster detective. 'Cuz if a person did this...”

“We’ve had so many accidents and just weird fucking call-ins. Are people being stupider than usual out here? I really hope it's not a killer, but maybe someone lured them out here to get murdered?”

“Well, the thing is people are just really stupid sometimes. They don’t believe death comes on that black train till it rams them off a fucking cliff and they fucking die.”

“Maybe the heroin epidemic reached those granola girls and camping dads you always joke about? The majority of our reports are white people.” Bear let out a low unconvincing laugh. They really shouldn't be joking right now but the thought of a serial killer flooded them with a simmering fear they couldn't afford on the clock.

“White folks do acid in the woods if I remember anything from college, not heroin but shit maybe. Black and brown people know how to stay on their toes I’m not surprised it's just white people calling in.”

“Bernice. That I.D.. If all those men were from Nighmoor. I didn’t recognize the name but what if—”

Bernice barked a laugh, “You sound like fuckin’ Septimus.”

Bear stifled a laugh. “No, just what if it has something to do with my hometown, Bernice? It has a long history of really dark shit. Cults and stuff. That makes it more of an us problem and less of a park problem. The town's not far and I mean you know I don't believe in that supernatural shit but it's really weird, right? What if some cult or some devil group is up to something.”

Before Bernice could reply the cops and the rest of the Mothra house pulled up as they reached where the shore met the forest’s edge. Bernice waved over Akane and Ramhead who went bug-eyed at the accident scene but quickly switched to their professional faces and veered towards them. Florence started her typical heckling and bossing around the cops. Which in Bear’s opinion, was well-needed. Sheriff Ulric was old and shit at his job.

“Don’t know what the hell they think Ulric’s boys are gonna do. Why do we call them for this type a’ shit again?” Ramhead pulled up on his belt, making his equipment clang through the afternoon.

“It's the law, bud.” Akane slapped him on the back. “Alright, what’re we lookin’ for?”

“Oh, the typical, white male in his mid-thirties, blonde hair, and named Steven. Oh, and Bear’s little goblin boy.”

“We are in the woods.” Bear seethed.

“And off we go a’ singin’, Big Bear. Let’s fan out.” Akane pushed him off to the far right.

When looking for a missing person each ranger walks in a grid formation of the woods. It was important to make sure no gaps were left unchecked. Each ranger was placed in a specific range of one another. The other three began to spread out far to the left. Each had grabbed their own walkies, flashlights, and first aid kits, and unfortunately out here required a gun. Pistols for small creatures and rifles for larger predators. Man included.

“Mothman house come in? Mothra house has joined the search team.” Bear radioed over.

“Bet. We’ll stop until you guys are in eyesight. We didn’t start too long ago, probs fifteen minutes before you guys. We do have a bit of a clothing trail going on though, one shoe. Black river shoe with a purple streak thing.”

“Roger that Miri, see you soon.” Akane radioed.

“Bear, your little creature is stealing all of my snacks! Come and get him! Ugh, how are you hungry! People just died! No! Ugh, as if.”

Bear could hear cackling to their left.

I make sure this kid doesn’t get killed off in the woods a few times and suddenly he’s my responsibility?

Around fifteen minutes later dyed green hair comes into focus. Septimus had on a flashy shirt with a purple and neon green robot and a bright mint green puffer coat. The bright colors of his top half contrasted with his black carpenter pants but then at the bottom, he just needed more color with some color block sneakers. To top it off he had a dried sheen of that sap on his coat like Bernice had mentioned.

At least he wouldn’t get shot or lost too easily. Bear kind of liked it too. More so they liked the old dark leather satchel Septimus always had on. Which was, of course, strapped to his side per usual. Berek swore the kid would rather die than lose that old bag and that book he kept inside it.

“Bee!” Septimus was beaming at him mischievously, double lip piercings and all, and Bear felt themself age another twenty years and also something turn excitedly in their stomach that they routinely ignored.

“Stop stealing other people's food.” Bear grabbed the graham crackers from him and tossed them to Miri. “If you're gonna come out here be prepared.”

Bear kept their voice stern but not too harsh. It was hard to be mad when Septimus was the only one who followed the No-Yelling-Bear-Unless-There-Is-A-Real-Bear-Rule. Septimus ran over and guided them by the arm over to where they’d begin their now shared grid search. That much was obvious. The professional in Bear had still not been worn down completely though. They had a duty to protect the public as much as possible even though they knew it was useless on Septimus.

“You ought to go home, Septimus. This is a serious case.”

Septimus ran a silver-ringed and tattooed hand through his hair and rolled his eyes.

“Alright, ranger. Good thing my house is this way then, huh?”

Bear just narrowed their eyes at him.

Septimus leaned more into him and tilted his head with a smile.

“Okay, I'm lying, whatever. You wanna know what I think it is?!”

And here it was. What he thought it was. The whole reason Septimus had burrowed his way into Bear’s life over the last few months. It had been annoying at first and sometimes still is but the way Septimus lit up when he had first talked about his monster theories tugged a bit at Bear’s heartstrings. They just didn’t have it in them to crush that light or send it away. It was nice seeing someone so passionate about something even if it was silly.

So, they indulged the guy and somehow became his unofficial forest guide and monster theory confidante. Not that they actually believed any of them. Just a nice thing to do and if they were honest with themselves they didn’t have many friends outside of work. They wondered if this really counted though. The two of them only ever saw each other in the park. Neither of them had mentioned the word friend either.

“Alright kid, shoot.”

Septimus frowned.

“Well, first may I remind you I’m literally five years younger than you. Stop acting like thirty makes you fucking ancient or some shit. Okay, but anyway, I think the initial attack wasn't an attack as much as something messing with them. It changed their reality somehow.”

“So drugs?” Bear leaned in.

“No! I haven’t had time to pin down something in the book but there are a couple of things that really stand out. First off no one paints canoes like that, so it’s been transformed but then I think like why weren’t the people transformed in the same exact way? If it's not something from my book then, I mean those two guys and the I.D. guy seemed super straight by their clothes and shit. That canoe totally looked like some gay art kid threw up their final project—”

That busted a laugh out of Bear but they quickly quieted themselves and kept looking around. “You’re right on one thing.”

“Oh god I know, right? Anyway, it's the fractals that worry me. That’s something so hard to just paint like that they’re all so perfect it looks like nature did it. Like a perfect Lichtenberg figure.” Septimus paused for a few beats looking around. “I don’t know. It rubs me the wrong way which usually means a supernatural way. Obviously, the other dudes' bodies were transformed all unnatural, so maybe it doesn’t all have to match but you’d think it would but maybe it makes more sense that it doesn't. Maybe it's not supposed to. I’ll have to get into the morgue and look at them better later. Maybe the fractals went deeper. They should match if it's what I think it is though.”

“I didn’t hear that.” Bear trudged ahead and out of Septimus’s grip. Eyes scanning their surroundings. “And you didn’t give this whatever you think it is a name yet.”

“Got another shoe and a T-shirt. Covered in blood of course.”

Bear simply sighed and Septimus caught up again and grabbed their elbow as they walked.

“The missing person was wearing cameo in his I.D. photo. What if he’s a hunter? That would have Hyaalakath written all over it. Especially if we find him and he comes back with animal scratches and no memory. The fractals and reality shift are wrong then though. But it is possible to get snatched by another thing out here. Just unlikely.”

“You sayin’ he turned into a werewolf?”

Septimus stopped dead and fixed him with the most offended look possible. Bear just rolled their eyes and kept moving. They still hadn’t spotted anything in their grids. No prints or clothes or anything. Bear could hear Septimus pull out his own flashlight, much smaller than his and definitely from the nineties.

“If it was a werewolf it would be a way different crime scene. That’s like the first thing you learn about in my line of work! Plus werewolf isn't quite right for what those creatures are.”

Septimus was worked up now and Bear might have found it far too amusing.

“Your line of work, huh?” Bear held down a smirk.

“One of these days Bee! One of these fucking days I’m gonna be right!”

“We found what’s left of him. Get to Arden’s section. We’re not on him yet,” There was a hesitant pause. “But we can see it.”

“It?” Bear breathed out in horror to Septimus.

Arden’s section was a puddle of blood and viscera. Only a few feet in either direction but it still seemed so monumental. Bear dry heaved several times while Septimus strode ahead until his sneakers toed into the small pond of flesh, bone, and blood. He pulled out his book and started thumbing through it only for Miri to pull him back gently by his shoulders. Septimus hardly seemed to notice.

“Bear this kid scares me sometimes.” Miri’s face was screwed up in concern but her eyes had a mild amusement.

Miri was young but had seen some of the worst accidents the park had to offer. She was also a veteran, so Bear figured she’d surely seen some blown-up people before. Explosives though? Out in the forest? It was their first train of thought but that seemed strange although not impossible. Hunters were cruel and uncaring for those who got caught in their traps sometimes. Although they would've gotten a call about a loud boom or bang so perhaps not a bomb. A weird new high-tech hunter trap felt silly now that Bear thought about it now. An old mine perhaps?

The slam of Septimus’s book broke Bear’s thoughts. Looking over at him he watched him rip out of Miri’s arms and right into the center of the puddle. Shouts and swears followed but nobody dared wade in after him. Tucking the book away and rolling up his sleeves, Septimus put his hand into the human sludge and pulled out an opened locket.

Septimus walked back out of the sludge and ignored all the berating and even the lecture pouring out of Bear’s own mouth now on how utterly stupid he was and that this was a crime scene. From his bag, he pulled out a rag with his clean hand, wiped away all the bloody remains from the locket, and then carefully held the locket up to his flashlight. He snapped the locket closed, grabbed a nearby rock, and smashed it full force onto the locket.

“Woah!” Miri barked.

“Yo, get your nerd, Bear!” Quinn had his hands up. They were another one of Miri’s group.

“Mean!” Septimus whipped his head around to Quinn, rock still in hand, who muttered a quick sorry at him. “I’m so pissed. The one fucking time!” Septimus threw the rock out into the woods.

At this point, Ramhead tugged on Bear’s arm and pointed at Septimus and then with two thumbs motioned harshly behind them, and then to further drill home his point he jabbed a finger at Bear's chest. Bear let loose a long and loud sigh, gathering looks from the others. Miri stepped away to radio in the scene and thankfully left out the locket bit, not that the cops would’ve noticed anyway. Bear slowly made his way over to a fuming Septimus and gently pulled him up by his puffer’s collar. Without really noticing anything Septimus followed along consumed by whatever thoughts were raging through his weird little brain.

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