Types of Butches and Masc WLW as Outerwear
Varsity / Letterman Jacket: Probably a Himbo. Was on some sort of sports team in school. Idolizes Adora from She-ra. Acts tough but is really easily flustered. Switch energy, or a bottom that refuses to admit they’re a bottom. Obsessed with cool-looking shoes. Hangs out with boys more often. WIll treat you like a queen but is dumb as a brick sometimes.
Denim Jacket: Easily flustered. Probably a really good cook, and has all kinds of family recipes. Has to look up slang on Urban Dictionary and it makes them feel old. Secret Top energy. Always looking for new enamel pins and patches, and really likes embroidery and fabric paint. Finger guns. Makes their own vines and memes. Really likes good looking boots. Likes Cryptids.
Leather Jacket: Classic. Wants to be a greaser. Internally screaming 90% of the time. Had a crush on all the cartoon goth girls as a kid. Probably has an undercut. Passive Aggressive and very sassy. Turns really soft around their gf though. Probably really likes rings. Also dissociates a lot. Drinks too much soda or monster. Has dyed their hair at some point.
Bomber Jacket: Probably likes Captain America. Handyman or U-haul Lesbian. The one who will kill the spider for you. Really wants someone to sit on their lap. Love language is probably Acts of Service. Likes to make things and do the work for their partner. High wisdom but low intelligence, they can give advice but nearly get themself killed 5 times a day. Takes after the men in their family.
Sweater: Probably obsessed with an aesthetic movement like cottagecore or gremlincore. Wants a different sweater for every mood and interest. Would definitely be that geeky professor who coordinates their outfits with each lesson. Softest butch ever. Probably kinda chubby and we love that for them. Idolizes Hobbits. The kind of butch who does a cute little happy dance when they get good news. Adorable.
Peacoat: Definitely had a Dark Academia phase. Watches period dramas and Dead Poets Society religiously. Thinks that the 1800s to 1900s is when men’s fashion peaked. Insists on paying for your meal. Men’s Suits feel like armor to them. Knew they were a Butch ever since they tried on a waistcoat for the first time. Wants a pocket watch. The most dapper of any butch.
Hoodie: Probably has a lot of Dysphoria. Bottom energy. Sits in the very back of class. Quiet but loves listening to their girl. Thinks infodumping is a love language (it is). Thinks a Thumbs Up is an appropriate response to any question. Constantly questioning and overthinking their identity. Likes beanies.
Cloak: Idolizes Lotr Men too much. Had a crush on Eowyn or Arwen as a kid. Probably really into artistic hobbies like sewing or drawing. Watches Rachel Maksy for outfit inspiration. Listens to Hozier a lot. Really likes D&D and other fantasy media. Doesn’t mind being cold. Wants a sword.
Armor: Has a sword. Likes The Witcher a little too much. Probably has really cool jewelry. Saved pictures on their phone for outfit inspiration. Really unkempt hair. Wants to save a pretty girl, fairy-tale style. Idolizes Shieldmaidens like Eowyn and Astrid. Always looking for new adventures and hobbies. Their anthem is ‘Work Song’ by Hozier.
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Aragorn with a long lost Daughter
I have the scenario in my head where, shortly before Aragorn began courting Arwen, he had a small fling with a mortal woman. I mean, look at the man - you know everyone was trying to get some. But, shortly after the two of them split and Aragorn began to court Arwen, the woman finds out she’s pregnant with his child and runs away.
A daughter is born in some far away civilization where nobody can find her, and she’s just like her father. She has the hair, the eyes, the disheveled appearance, the strong willed spirit and a love for horses and adventure. She’d definitely be a wanderer as a kid. Maybe she takes after her mother and is a little shorter than Aragorn, maybe a bit sickly too, but still very clearly his daughter. His daughter grew up a blacksmith or poet and trained as a warrior with some local fighters, completely unaware of her heritage.
But, Gandalf is a traveler. He knows many things. So one day, he finds her, and upon meeting her mother, knows what’s happened and that she is Strider’s daughter. And once Aragorn is crowned King of Gondor and Arnor, he finds it necessary that he knows too.
Aragorn is, of course, taken aback. The man just got crowned king and married to the love of his life, only to find that he has had a daughter by another woman, and a child who he’s never even met. Arwen assures him that she will love both him and their daughter no matter who the mother is, and make word to summon her to Gondor. The Fellowship and Arwen have never seen Aragorn so nervous in all their lives.
His daughter gets summoned to Gondor, and immediately, her mother knows. She just knows this is Strider, without even knowing he is the King. But, her daughter deserves to know. Besides, she is old now, and it’s time that her child takes a new direction in life. So, she tells her everything. The girl has never known much about her father, but here it is, an invitation straight from him.
Aragorn..., she reads the message over and over again
She bundles herself up on her favorite horse, decorating his reigns with flowers and putting on her nicest tunic, and sets off for Gondor, leaving her old life behind. She rides for many weeks before she reaches the White City, where she is dazzled by its splendor. Never before has she seen such finery. As she arrives, the guards make way for her, knowing she is the one. Finally, she goes to meet her father.
Aragorn is standing by the throne, Arwen by his side, and his Fellowship and friends alongside him also. In walks this young girl, a young adult at this point, without jewels or fancy things of any kind. Her hair is disheveled, her clothes are a mess from weeks of riding, and she is nervous. But then again, so is Aragorn. And even still, she looks just like the Ranger. They stand there, staring, until Arwen makes the move. Gently, as if any movement may frighten her, she walks to her and gently cups her face. The message is clear - Aragorn’s daughter is home, and she’s here to stay.
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