#I'm not even going to fucking dignify that part of it with any mention in the body of this post

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i was a trans man until after a lot of build up of doubting myself, i finally realized that we are putting ourselves further into boxes by not accepting that we are the biological sex that we are and we can do WHATEVER we want at the same time.

clothes and makeup and certain interests do not equal gender.

and not liking being a woman is an unfortunately natural symptom of puberty and/or experiencing society’s deeply ingrained misogyny. and everyone deserves support for those problems.

but we can all fight together against gender social constructs in a healthy way without prescribing people hormones and invasive cosmetic surgery to make them more like the sex they “should” be according to… social constructs…. and help them be comfortable in who they are

Alright. Its been like 9 fucking months that I have been staring down this ask. What better time than to give TERFs some nuance than right in the middle of a fucking hate campaign going on where people (well... singular person probably) are calling me a TERF. This wont backfire.

This post arrived in my inbox shortly after I made another post about gender, and just how fucking weird it can be, and how I genuinely believed every single person on this planet has a fascinating relationship with gender, and so much nuance and personal identity in theirs. Even cis people. Even TERFs. In the tags, I even begrudgingly encouraged TERFs to talk about their gender on that post if they wanted. I genuinely think that TERFs do have really cool relationships with gender. As I mentioned in those tags, the quickest way to explode a group of TERFs is to get them to start talking about their own relationships with gender, and see how vastly different it is, and watching them stab each other in the back over it. So I told them to ramble away about how they view gender, as long as they stayed the fuck away from the rest of the blog WHICH THIS ANON CLEARLY FUCKING IGNORED.

But... this anon does bring up another topic I want to talk about.

Detransition.

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I am a huge supporter of detransitioning. This is... surprisingly... not a very common stance in the trans community, and it breaks my fucking heart. Like, I get it. I understand why. A LOT of detransitioners, like the person in this ask, end up weaponizing their feelings of gender against other trans people.

My support of transition comes from the intersection of two very central beliefs of mine:

Everyone should explore their gender without feeling a need to commit! This is a pretty common belief in the trans community! Damn near universal in fact! We even have a fun little term we use for people who decide to play around with gender, only to end up a bit closer to where they started and being perfectly happy with that: Cis+. Someone who is cis, but at least put in the work to understand the trans experience, and actually CHOOSE to remain Cis instead of just defaulting to it with societal pressure. Many trans people are much more comfortable around 'Cis+' people, because they know these are people who have taken the time and put in the work of being an ally. Self examination isn't easy, especially not publicly, and doing so is genuinely one of the strongest ways a Cis person could ever show their support.

It is never too late to transition. This is also a pretty common belief in the trans community! It is... sadly not quite as universal though. But it is something very important that needs to be said. You could be 80 years old, sitting in a retirement home, and go "You know what? I think I'd rather wear a dress and be treated like a lady. I don't want to be buried as a man." And I think every single trans person should have that freedom!

I was discussing this with @thydungeongal the other day, far more paraphrased than this post, and she said something incredible that has been knocking around in my head ever since.

"Gender is an ongoing process"

Those five words they said to me sum up my feelings far more than this entire post could. Gender IS an ongoing process. My gender has changed SO MUCH over the past three decades. From the straightjacket of assigned gender that I was once forced into; to the very stylish and still lovable finely tailored suit of femininity that grew a little too stuffy to wear constantly, even though I do still enjoy it and try it on from time to time; to the wonderful and freeing losely fitting clothing of being aegogender, finally feeling free to be myself and just act naturally and feel natural without having to keep up an appearance!

And I think, there is no length of time you can try out being trans, and trying out new genders, before eventually coming to the realization you were cis all along. Even if you started HRT. Even if you got SRS. Heck, I don't even think you should have to call yourself trans to do either of those things in the first place, why would I be upset that someone did them and then realized they weren't trans? No single moment in your life should EVER lock your gender in place into some unchanging, set in stone thing.

So I support detransitioners completely, with my entire heart. They deserve just as much support as every other 'Cis+' person out there.

So anon, while many people may hate you and lash out at you for detransitioning, I want you to know, that I am not one of them. It sounds like your detransition might have been forced by peer pressure, which is heart breaking to hear. No one should ever force their own gender expectations on another. I hope that wasn't the case. I hope you came to the decision yourself, after realizing whats right for you. I will never give you hate for your detransition.

I WILL ABSOLUTELY GIVE YOU HATE FOR BEING A FUCKING TERF THOUGH. YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE WITH GENDER DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO POLICE THE GENDER OF OTHERS, FUCK OFF. GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

#I think I'm gonna start doing that for Read Mores #so you can find your place easier after click it #since my 'style' in these long posts is like... a fairly longish NON-readmore post. followed by the actual readmore. Let me know if it work #text essay #gender #detransition #I uh... also have some more... complex feelings of detransitioning #that may be a LIIIIIIITTLE more controversial......... #none of it goes against what i said here #its more personal stuff with my own gender and how detransition specifically is something that exists not as gender itself #but as the societal perceptions of a persons gender #but thats a more complex topic that I'll add on to this at another date #also I am absolutely taking this ask at face value for the sake of this post #but I am not so naive as to believe that the blatant TERF that sent it was being genuine #this is ABSOLUTELY the kind of thing they send people to drive a wedge in the community #I'm not even going to fucking dignify that part of it with any mention in the body of this post #edit: ........... okay the readmore accidentally moved somehow #I fixed it now though

[svefs]

To everyone but you

TW!: Favouritism at it's finest, Cycle Iruma, Iruma this isn't you 😪😪😭😭, Wake up babe you're about to be pinned to a wall, mention of drugs,emo phase iruma, Iruma being possessive 😰😰😰😰 and ofc fem!reader

Summary:It was supposed to be like any other school morning in Babyls, but I guess Satan had other plans.

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It should've been a normal morning. Yup, this is 100% normal. Iruma is definitely not pinning you against the wall while his friends (Asmodeus and Clara) looked baffled at their friend's interaction with a stranger they've never met or talk to before. Definitely normal. I'm too high for this shit.

You've always admired Iruma from a distance, knowing that your chances at befriending him are slim cause of Alice Asmodeus and the fact the misfits moved to the Royal one. You were quite surprised to see Iruma, the most carefree demon you ever seen, in his evil cycle. Genuinely you were satisfied with admiring from afar but you started getting a feeling that someone keeps staring at you during at the cafeteria whenever you're sitting with your acquaintances l, or 'friends' as Iruma would say, while eating and chatting. You just dismiss this as 'just a feeling'.

"Good morning!" Shouted the student council as students landing at the front gates of Babyls. As you were about to walk to your usual group, you got startled by someone shouting.

"Wait! Iruma-sama!""Iruma-chi!" The two demons called.

Before you could even react to his name being called you were getting forcefully dragged by your collar. As you looked back you were surprised to see Iruma look a bit different? He didn't look like his usual carefree self but more sharper and dignified. At first you were questioning whether or not it was actually Iruma before concluding it was him.

"Iruma-sama why are you touching that lowly demon?"asked Asmodeus while Valac just nodded in the background.

"Excuse you?" you said back with a deadpanned look at the pink haired demon.

"You're excused," he replied back nonchalantly while you gasped dramatically.

"Don't you dare insult her Alice" said Iruma startling both Valac and Asmodeus. Uneasy due to the fact Iruma called did not call him by his nickname he froze in his spot. 'Am I going to be replaced by some lowly vermin?' was written all over his face while Valac just poked his sides.

"Leave at once, I have some unfinished business with Y/N here," he says as if he wanted to punish you or something. I mean I'm not complaining but still.

"Iruma-sama please allow me to get rid of the vermin for you," Asmodeus now with sparkling eyes said. What a change of demeanor I'm about to get dementia. At this point Iruma-kun looked like he was fed up with his friends' stubbornness and just made up an excuse while promising them he'll catch up later in class.

He sighs deeply before muttering "Now for you...," as you gulped."I've noticed you've been staring at me every now and then, mind explaining?"he said teasingly as the slams both his hands beside your face. I'm in paradise. Blushing madly at this sudden action you stuttered. If someone saw your face right now they would say you look like a tomato with drugs in it.

You laughed nervously while trying to look at everything but his eyes. Good lord have fucking mercy on this bitch. "What could you possibly mean?"you said sweating bullets as if you're experiencing drug withdrawal symptoms.

"Don't lie to me, I've seen you admiring me from afar," He continued "Did you know I feel the same was about you too darling?"

'Oh my, oh me oh my,' you thought as you blushed even harder than a tomato with drugs in it at his nickname for you. Thank the demon king I still exist you prayed as you fainted.

"Wait, Y/N-----!,"

That was the last thing you heard before waking up in the nurse's office with a bleeding nose 👍.

Note:

I can't write for ffs this is so bad

for @sleptrn and ofc my dear @fatfuckingcatstuff

Part 2

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #evil cycle iruma #m!ik x reader #iruma x reader #i'm tired

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 13

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Part 12 🟣 Part 14

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst, a kiss, slightly inappropriate fang-examinations.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: All I have to say is.... I'm sorry?

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @teamfan7asy @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @livisss @itsrubberbisquit @ktficworld

Waking up next to Mikey in cold sweat, hoping he wasn’t snooping around in your brain wasn’t a new thing for you at this point. In fact, you’d been doing it for weeks now, growing increasingly exasperated with every new dream. When you had negotiated the arrangement, you had promised yourself you wouldn’t let anything come between you and Mike, but these dreams were rapidly shitting all over your fantastic plan. Feeding the guys had somehow simultaneously become more casual and more intimate; you no longer insisted on the formality of relocating to the couch in the living room, but instead just crawled into their beds if that happened to be the most practical option. Also, you had already found yourself shouting (according to them) through the house whether ‘anyone needed to suck on you because you were planning on getting hammered’, which was hardly a dignified way of ‘offering your services’ – you still hated that phrase; it made you feel like a hooker.

Your relationship with the guys had definitely changed over the past weeks: the crazy spike of protectiveness after feeding had begun to settle, and all of it left you in a situation where you were extremely well cared for. Mike kept you hydrated by bringing you water or tea whenever he felt you wanted a drink, Sherlock was on top of your vitamin intake, and August had expressed a particular preference for the way your blood tasted after eating certain foods, so you got a whole lot of fantastic meals without ever even having to ask. Marshall, despite being grumpy and tired all the time, gave the absolute best hugs in the whole world, and you spent many a movie night snuggled into his side with your feet in Mike’s lap. You’d talked about that, and he was okay with it. He had been really okay with a lot of things.

Despite your changing relationships, and getting closer to the guys, you always slept next to Mike, and not once had you entertained the thought of leaving him for one of the others – which is exactly why these dreams weren’t fucking helping. There was no doubt in your mind that you never wanted to lose Mike; you simply loved him way too much to ever let him go. Then why were you dreaming about his roommates? His friends? His brothers?  The bond between the four of them was undeniably strong, and you regularly cursed yourself for getting into this mess and wiggling your way in between them, while at the same time ‘in between them’ was exactly where you wanted to be. Now, these were things you should probably – definitely – discuss with Mike, before it started to completely eat you up inside, but you just… no matter how much you really wanted to, you just couldn’t.

“Is this the first time you actively wish I’d snoop around in your brain and swoop in?” Mike asked softly as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you into his chest. You let out a sarcastic chuckle. Smug bastard.

“Yes,” you answered truthfully. That would really make things so much easier, even though it didn’t make the conversation any less scary.

“I know they all love you, in their own way,” he sighed. “Things have been changing. Can’t say I like it, but I can’t say I want to stand in your way, either.”

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” He let out a deep sigh and kissed your neck, grazing his teeth over your skin for a brief moment. “Let it happen.”

“Sherlock?” you asked carefully as you opened the door. The room was completely dark.

“Come in,” you heard from where you knew his desk to be, “feel free to turn on the light.” The words were followed by a low chuckle. By now, you knew that sound so well. You had dreamt about it. That, and… never mind. “Can I help you?” He smiled at you – the same heartwarming smile that also appeared in your dreams quite often.

“Were you working? Am I interrupting something?” You quickly glanced at the paper he had in front of him. It looked like a letter.

“Just writing to an old friend,” he said. You had to admit he looked exhausted – and even in that state he was still such a beautiful man… “Why are you here, darling? It has to be past midnight.” It was, and you should be asleep right now, but you weren’t. You had spent the whole time working on a paper that was due tomorrow night, and things had been flowing, so you hadn’t been able to stop. Now, at two in the morning, you had somehow convinced yourself that Sherlock had to take a look at that paper…

“Can’t sleep,” you said, “I finished my paper, but it won’t get out of my head. Would you maybe take a look at it? Doesn’t have to be now, of course, you can do it in the morning…” He already held out a hand to you.

“You know we don’t technically need sleep, don’t you?” he said as he took your tablet from you. “It’s just a convenient way to conserve energy.” He stayed quiet for a few moments, reading your paper much quicker than you ever could. “This is good. I can make a few notes in the morning, but please stop worrying about it now.”

As he handed the tablet back to you, his fingers brushed against yours. He was cold. He was…

“You’re starving,” you whispered. His embarrassed smile told you all you needed to know.

“Yes,” he admitted. He shouldn’t have to feed for a few more days, and even then he certainly shouldn’t be this hungry… “There was a plagiarism case… the department got permission for me to compel students to tell the truth. It’s a whole ordeal. Witnesses, cameras, written consent. They weren’t the perpetrators, but that makes the interrogation no less exhausting.”

“Sherlock…” You stepped closer to him, reaching for his cheek. “I don’t want you to wait this long before coming to me.” As you stroked the side of his face, he gently hooked his hands behind your knees and pulled you in until you were straddling his legs.

“What is it like for you?” he asked suddenly, taking you by surprise. “Feeding us, I mean.” His hands moved from your knees to your thighs as you sat down in his lap.

“I can smell you,” he whispered against the skin of your neck. “Nine hundred years of practicing restraint, and now that it’s you…”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled at you apologetically as he frantically tried to control his breath. “I can’t seem to control my teeth… Answer my question, please; what does it feel like for you?”

“To feel that you’re this cold and hungry?” you asked. “I feel like a failure for not keeping you happy and fed.” Your words seemed to shock him – hurt him, even. “I crave the feeling of your lips on my skin,” you continued without thinking, “and the moment of the bite. That warm feeling afterwards…” Three months had been plenty to draw a conclusion about your hypothesis that the feeling differed depending on who it was that fed on you, although you still needed more experience with it to really explain it.

“Do you think that’s what she felt, too?” he asked then, referring to the woman with whom he’d had his previous agreement. There was a sadness in his eyes.

“You never asked?” you said quietly.

“I was just given enough time to feed, never for lengthy conversation,” he admitted.

“It sounds like… Charles Brandon, was it? Sounds like he was a bit of a dick.”

“Charles isn’t a bad man at all! Impulsive, perhaps. But you have to understand how incredibly dangerous it was for him to even share her with me. If he had been found out…”

“But they didn’t catch you two?”

“Darling, neither of us would have been alive today if they had,” Sherlock said in earnest, shuddering at the thought of what could have happened.

He smiled at you again, his fangs threatening to puncture his lower lip. Carefully, you reached a finger out to touch one – and he let you, chuckling as you examined his teeth.

“What happens if you lose one?” you wondered, suddenly pulling your hand back as you realized it was a bit weird to sit there with your fingers in his mouth.

“They grow back,” he laughed. “It takes a rather unusual amount of force to remove them…”

“Torture technique?” you blurted out. To your surprise, Sherlock shook his head.

“Filing them down was more common,” he said with a strangled look on his face. You didn’t need to ask if it had ever happened to him.

“Sherlock, will you please feed?” You had finally grown tired of these games, no matter how fun it was to learn new things about vampires. He needed to eat, and he needed to do so right now. To your surprise, he didn’t protest.

“I don’t feel like moving,” he muttered so softly that no one in the house would have been able to hear him. It should have occurred to you then and there that there was something not right about this – whatever this was – and you loved to believe that you would have realized it… if you hadn’t agreed with him so thoroughly.

“Me neither.” The words that slipped from your lips seemed so simple, so straightforward, but in reality, they were everything – including the permission Sherlock had been looking for to sink his teeth into your neck as he wrapped you in his arms and drew you closer to him, leaving you to fight down strangled moans and whines that – although muffled – reflected every shred of ecstasy you felt.

He drank quickly, taking a little too much time to pass his tongue over the wounds when he was done, but you didn’t care. When you looked down, you saw him licking a drop of your blood off his lips in an almost criminally sensual way… and then he kissed you. Either that, or you kissed him. Not that it mattered, because one way or another, it was your mouth on his now. It was his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, and your lips parting for him. It was hushed groans of pleasure and – as much as you hated to admit it – it was your hips grinding into his. And it was Mike, standing in the doorway with his mouth hanging open and tears in his eyes. It was his panicked, ragged breath out of sync with your own, the shock on his face, and the quietly whispered ‘what the fuck’. It was your broken heart and so, so very clearly his, too. In fact, it was all clear as day. Despite the conversation you had had with Mike, this felt wrong.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘he’s gone’?” Marshall yelled, absolutely beside himself with anger. August leaned back in his chair, and didn’t seem at all prepared to do anything about this situation. “What happened?” All it took was one glance between you and Sherlock that you never intended Marshall to catch, and he knew exactly what had caused this.

“You?” He sneered. In one motion your eyes didn’t catch, he pinned Sherlock against the wall, a hand firmly on his throat. “I expected bullshit like this from him!” He gestured at August, who didn’t take offense to his words. Instead, Marshall seemed to calm down unnaturally fast. 

“I would very much like to remind you that trying to kill him would be extremely stupid,” August noted calmly. Marshall’s grip on Sherlock’s throat relaxed, until finally his arm dropped to his side again. Sherlock hadn’t moved throughout all of this – not voluntarily, at least – and he continued to stand there, very still… almost as if he had completely resigned to Marshall’s anger.

“Mike said he was okay with it,” you sobbed quietly, staring at the floor to keep the guys from seeing your tears. It was hopeless; they could easily hear them.

“Clearly he isn’t! And now he’s run off!” Marshall snapped.

“Walter!” Everyone’s eyes drifted to Sherlock immediately. No one ever used Marshall’s first name. “I don’t believe he was lying. I think he just wasn’t quite prepared for what he saw.”

“He’s testing his bonds, Sherlock,” Marshall said, his voice breaking as he spoke. “And not just ours, the one with me, too.” When he said it, the room went eerily quiet. Clearly this was something serious – something very serious you had absolutely no context on.

“What’s going on?” you asked in a small voice.

“You two handle this,” Marshall growled as he pushed his way past Sherlock, into the hallway. “I’m not in the mood for another vampire lesson.”

Without saying a word, August put the kettle on. He didn’t drink tea, so you assumed it was for you. August impatiently gestured at you to sit down.

“So, what happened between you two?” August asked, an eyebrow raised. It was easy to see that he was both curious and extremely worried.

“We… kissed,” you muttered. It was loud enough for him to hear you, of course. Looking around the kitchen, you noticed that Sherlock had left, too.

“He’ll be back,” August said. “So a kiss is what has Mike… Oh, well. Here.” He held a cup of tea out to you before the sound of the kettle had even registered in your brain.

“Thanks,” you said, sitting down. Suddenly, Sherlock appeared in the chair next to you.

“He’s not at the pier,” he said, “I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“I think we may just need to let him cool off,” August said calmly, though still with a worried frown on his face. “If he’s really trying his ties, we don’t want to piss him off.”

Sherlock didn’t respond, and neither did you – it was usually easier to just wait for August or Marshall – or Mike – to pick up on your confusion than to keep asking for explanations. Lo and behold: August’s soft chuckle indicated that he’d noticed your silent distress: “Vampires are coven-bound.”

“That doesn’t explain anything,” you chuckled softly. You were used to this by now; the rest of the information would follow, you were sure of it.

“It’s barely any different than family ties or friendships,” Sherlock said, “with the exception that we can… feel them.”

“To a point where they’re almost tangible,” August added. “It’s tough to explain, but it feels different, trust me. It also means I don’t have to be near these guys to know what they’re feeling. Sherlock could compel him to come home.”

You immediately turned to Sherlock. “Why don’t you do that?”

“Can you calm him down?” you asked. Mike wasn’t the only one who was extremely upset, for fuck’s sake! You were pretty damn torn up about this, too!

“Because that would force him to make a choice immediately,” Marshall’s voice sounded from behind you. “The bonds are strong, especially after several decades, but they’re not unbreakable.”

“I don’t think he’d decide in our favor. He’s extremely upset,” August added.

“Princess, I have a stronger bond with you than I do with him,” August snorted.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Marshall replied. “Either way… We have a similar but more… detailed bond with the vampire who turned us. Right now, he’s pulling on that string, too, and it hurts…”

You noticed the tears in his eyes as he said it, and without thinking you made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him tight. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’m causing.”

“He’s the one causing trouble, Princess,” August growled, “not you.”

“That’s not fair, August,” you replied. “We’re the ones who drove him away.” Sherlock didn’t look at you as you said it. Instead, he stared at his hands in his lap.

#mike hellraiser fic #mike x ofc #mike hellraiser #mike (hellraiser) #hellraiser mike #mike hellraiser fanfiction #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #walter marshall #hc sherlock #henry cavill sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes #august walker #august walker fanfiction #natural fic #naturalfic

[yooniesim]

So, I got this pretty gross anon last night, right. And me being me, on reflex I start answering it, I go through each part, etc. And then all of a sudden I look up and realize, it's late, I'm tired, and I spent almost an hour writing this reply. I said to myself, dude, what in the fuck are you doing? Why are you wasting your time again? Are you really going to post this vitriol, knowing this person likely doesn't give a flying fuck what you have to say anyway, and their bigoted words could hurt your followers that see it? You know better than this. I just reblogged something yesterday about not dignifying bullshit with a response, and there I was doing just that. The anon was already blocked, so I deleted my post I started. And it felt damn good.

Instead, I think I'm gonna say some of the more important things I was thinking about in a more general way. Cos there are a few things I wanna lay down so there's no misunderstanding or any hope that I will do anything different in the future.

First and foremost. From this point on, I won't be accepting or answering any opinions on who or what I am, identity wise. the fact of the matter is, you don't define who or what someone is. you don't tell me what I am, I tell you, and you either accept it as the truth or you leave. your opinion doesn't determine my reality and never will. I'm at the stage of my life where I'm simply not entertaining any bullshit from observers any longer. I will call myself whatever I please and speak on whatever I feel I should as the person I am & the life I've lived, and you will either deal with that or you just won't be around me. period. the block button is my friend now, and I've taken on the mentality that if I block you, you just don't exist to me anymore. you live your life, I live mine, I just never look at your blog or acknowledge you again. any mature person would do the same.

Secondly, I recently mentioned my features (lips, nose, etc) because I wanted to emphasize I am proud of them despite being mocked my whole life for having them. I've even been mocked for them on here in a bigoted manner because like I said before, my pics have been posted plenty. and there was just a debacle recently with a simblr mocking thick lips, because anti-blackness is a constant undercurrent in simblr. that's why I mentioned them. I emphasized that because I want everyone to know that I'm not ashamed of who I am and never will be, despite the fact that some on here fight tooth and nail to try to make me feel I'm somehow less worthy. they will never succeed with me, but I don't want anyone else to feel ashamed of themselves for how they look either. these features are beautiful and worth being proud of and uplifted.

Finally, I'm going to say again: to all my poc followers, mixed or not, you're worthy, and you should be proud of yourselves too. don't let opinions from terminally online people with no actual life experience cause you any shame about who you are. who your parents are, your genetics, your percentages, it don't matter I couldn't give any less of a fuck. you tell me who you are and your struggles and your pain, and I believe and support you. I'm in your corner, and I can only hope I can give back half the love I've been given during this time. You're valid and your voices are important. That's the most important thing I wanted to say, and if this subject comes up again, that's what I will emphasize repeatedly.

#ceci speaks #nonsims #text #negative #long post #racism mention

[janearts]

You seem like a good person to ask this one! When you're sorting out clothing based in a fantasy setting that... supposedly draws from the Middle Ages but obviously isn't doing that precisely, how do you typically go about balancing that?

Thank you for thinking of me! I don't really have a concrete answer for you, but I compiled my (long-winded & jumbled) thoughts below the cut just in case that helps any.

Basically I think striking a balance between fantasy and historical accuracy in clothing really depends on what you're doing, who your audience is, and what you want to communicate. I'll use myself as an example.

What the hell am I doing?

I primarily draw fanart for video games that capture my imagination. The majority of these video games take place within fantasy worlds that have mediaevalesque elements. Sometimes I even complain loudly about the (mis)use of these mediaeval elements on Tumblr dot com.

When I'm drawing video game art, I may go a bit off the rails now and then by giving my character high-heeled boots that are exceedingly impractical for just about everything I could imagine her doing, but I usually stick to whatever is presented in the game. Bodran is a good example of this: 9 times out of 10 he is wearing the Miner’s Clothes you can find in Skryim even when I’m not imagining him in Skyrim. Taking clothes--or elements of those clothes--from their original video game source makes it easier for me to put outfits together and makes those outfits more recognisable to me and to the people looking at my art. That in turn can help my original characters feel "seamless" within a world that is not my own. Regardless of everything else, I want my characters to feel organic to the world I'm playing in as a video game and using the clothing from the video game can help me do that.

TL;DR: I'm drawing video game fanart, my audience is (presumably) other people who are fans of these video games and/or fans of my art, and I want my original characters to feel intrinsically part of a universe that is not my own. I lean more towards the video game clothes here and don't really bother with mediaeval-specific clothing.

You can stop here as I’ve basically answered your question, but I have more thoughts if you’d care to read them!

Why does audience matter?

The reason I ask you to consider your audience is because being too historically accurate in a fantasy that is not really all that historically accurate can actually be quite jarring and even unpleasant, particularly when that “historical accuracy” is boiled down to a simple dichotomy of “The People from Here dress like This but The People from There dress like That... despite clearly established trade routes and cultural dialogue between the two societies”. Not to mention your historically accurate clothes may simply not work with whatever fantasy world you’re in. If people don’t need to cover their hair out of modesty, some societal norm, or because it's the style of the time, then maybe you shouldn’t worry about incorporating mediaeval daily headwear (unless, like me, you find it extraordinarily funny to put your characters in silly hats anyway). Or maybe you lean away from elements of clothing because--however accurate or practical--they might be considered absolutely beyond the pale by modern audiences. Like the noble and dignified Renaissance codpiece.

When do I lean into the historical side of things?

For me, going too historically accurate would likely distract from what I'm trying to do, which is create believable characters in somebody else's narrative. While the audience of my fanart may have an appreciation for or a baseline knowledge of the Middle Ages, more likely than not they're going to be focusing on the plot and characters rather than the portcullis and crenellations. When I do look to take from the Middle Ages, my whim typically falls into two categories: 1) ‘this is practical and therefore reproduceable in this fantasy world’ or 2) ‘this is fucking fun who doesn’t want to wear this ridiculous hat???’

Practical stuff might include thinking about braies instead of tight-fitting undergarments, a nightgown instead of a jimjam set, or hose instead of trousers. In this instance, a modern bra, a jimjam set, and modern-cut trousers would be more jarring for me in a fantasy setting than their historical antecedent.

I’m typically the most faithful to the Middle Ages when I am drawing my characters in armour (here is one example and here is another), but even then I’m not 100% faithful to the era and style I’m drawing from. The reason I turn to the Middle Ages for armour is because mediaeval people fucking knew what they were doing--(which I only emphasise because the Middle Ages is heavily denigrated as the most backwards and bumbling of time periods)--and if you want to use mediaevally weapons in fantasy, you should look to how mediaeval peoples defended themselves... And then adjust for magic and fantasy technology and whatnot.

Does the historical garment have a role to play?

A combo of the two buckets (i.e., ‘this is practical AND I think this is just good fun’) is when I don’t just lean into the historical side of things, I topple onto it.

For example, Roisia’s dress in this painting is directly taken from Venus and Amor/Lais of Cornith by Hans Holbein. Astarion’s slash and puff sleeves reminded me of the Quattrocento style, the style made me think of the portraiture of the time, the portraiture of the time made me think of how Oskar Fevras (an NPC) might fill that historical role with Roisia as his painted subject. Renaissance portraiture was a pointed message that often spoke of the subject's status, wealth, power, beauty, and virtue. I wanted to paint a portrait of Roisia that called back to this era of portraiture and to that messaging, so I chose a more direct representation of historical dress than I would otherwise do.

Usually, when I pluck something out of history without really altering it, it’s because I have something that I want to communicate to the viewer. It may not be something that needs to be explicit, per se, but I want to have a quiet knowing nod between me and someone who has at the very least a casual acquaintance with slash and puff sleeves even if they don’t know they’re called slash and puff sleeves. If you recognise that the garment is historical or historical-looking, great; if you don’t, that’s no big deal because chances are you understand that this painting is a message of power, affluence, and knowledge anyway.

A Final TL;DR:

90% of the time, I usually let the concept artists and developers of the original media take the lead and tweak their work according to my admittedly mercurial whims. The other 10% of the time I'm playing Fashion Designer with historical dress.

If you're looking to lean away from generic fantasy and incorporate more historical dress, I'd have a think about what role you'd like those historical clothes to serve: Are they supposed to root your characters in a particular time period and/or geographical area? Will those clothes be recognisable to your audience, even unconsciously, or will they merely be confusing? Do you know why mediaeval peoples wore those clothes like that and would your fantasy peoples wear those clothes in the same way and for similar reasons?

And finally: are the clothes cute?

#asks #anons #janeopines #cw: long post #listen you should never ask me for my opinion i have so many

[decennia]

I have reread my previous response to the OFCA, and I wish to extend an apology. Not to them, but to myself, and to my mutuals who have taken the time to know me, and the followers who have taken an interest in my blog and OCs. This is completely out of the norm.

This is not me. I am not this person, yet I have allowed myself to be reduced to this. I received many more anons, to which I will respond to below the cut.

I initially wasn't going to dignify anything with a respond at all, but there were some truly vile and malicious things said on the part of the OCFA, and I want this brought to people's attention. To show what kind of people they are.

Please note that I do not stand with nor am a part of the OCFA. I am not in support of them, nor their methods, and should anyone claiming to be me enter their inbox under the claim of being an OFCA member, promptly ignore and delete.

S T R I K E T W O

TW: mentions of Puti*n.

This is disgusting. This is truly sickening, for you to compare someone to a man like Putin. To compare anything a fucking fandom is going through to genuine fucking terror and war. There are people dying, and you compare a young writer to a killer. These situations are not the same, they will never be the same. I am not a mean person by nature, but you have genuinely disturbed me.

You think I'm angry? You haven't seen me angry. I don't get angry, because at the end of the day, this is an online community for fiction. Do you understand? This is for fanfiction. The stakes are immensely low.

Do not tell me who my friends are, or what they are saying. Even if a story was stolen, that does not excuse this behaviour. This is harassment. You are following people across blogs, across platforms, spamming their reviews and inboxes. This is not okay.

"Nikki was abusing people who shipped pairings she didn't like." I have not witnessed this at work, and I know you have a tendency to lie, but are you not guilty of the same thing? Did this all not start because of Darklina? This is abuse, too. Emotional, mental. Stop. And Dobby? Is? Fictional? Why the fuck does it matter?

My "input" so to speak wasn't written to "help." It was written as a warning, to get you to leave me alone. I want no part in any of this, I just want to make my graphics and OCs and read my Batman smut in peace.

I don't know who Rides is (I probably will recognise a username, though), but who the fuck do you think you are, degrading people like this? You claim to be the "OC Friendship Community," yet all you do is attack. There is nothing friendly about calling someone a "cheap hooker." And don't you fucking dare say a bad word against Sara.

So what if people think it's cute? LET THEM. It's what they like, stop shaming people for things they like. You don't like it, don't follow it. Don't go along with it. Block, move on. Why is that so hard for you to understand?

This was a safe community before you. I felt safe. I was happy. Just leave me alone. You are the ones putting the community in the state that it is in. Also, why does it matter so much?! It is an online community that should have no bearing on the physical world, on your day to day lives. I know it didn't have much on mine, until you came into my inbox to spread your lies and abuse.

Because yes, they are lies. I have spoken to Madz and Cat. I am their friend. They don't hide behind the anon icon. They don't attack and harass.

There is nothing peaceful about this. Please. Stop.

S T R I K E T H R E E

I apologize for cutting Jean short, but I was trying to sleep and it was very annoying to have my phone pinging off at irregular intervals. So, I switched my anon off. Why did they not continue, though? If they believe so strongly in what they say? I'm genuinely curious to know what "you all know," but alas, that will remain a mystery.

The OFCA, in theory, sounds good. A community where we could all get along without any of this abuse? Wonderful. But your methods are fucking abhorrent, and no, you cannot build a utopia on the back of hate. That's not how this shit works. This is not Marxism, this is not the culling of the upper-class to make way for paradise. This is just hate.

Yes, you can call me Dina. That's... my name? But as an organization claiming to want to cultivate friendship, there is nothing friendly about you, Jean. Do you not understand that you cause anxiety, too? This anonymous tirade, it ends here. You are openly maligning and abusing others too, and I will not have it on my blog. Not in my house, my safe space.

Here's something: block the Darkling tag, unfollow the blogs. Why should the other person have to do it all? You have the power over your own online experience. Not me. I have the power over mine. And you're right, I can delete any anons I do not wish to respond to, which I will be doing after this post.

You cannot make a positive change using negative methods. At the risk of sounding twelve, two wrongs don't make a right. I'm sure if you approached me with kindness and truth and respect, I would've been open to hearing you out. As it stands, you made it distinctly clear you don't care about me (so, why are you even contacting me?), nor do you care about the truth.

Now here's something interesting: how the fuck does one intimidate someone else online? And why go to so much effort over fictional stories? How could someone be intimidated into silence on a fucking fanfiction forum? I'm just so fucking curious, because, as stated before... This has no bearing on my real life. It has a bearing on my mood and perhaps my mental state should I allow myself to linger too long, but there are options to remove yourself from that situation.

Stealing stories is wrong, I do not condone that. But to my knowledge, no one has done that. And even if they did, this reaction is completely unwarranted.

Again, I have no clue what the Dobby issue is, but may I just state once more: my guy is a literal fictional character. I...?

WHY DOES IT MATTER WHAT PEOPLE LIKE OR WHAT THEY WRITE?! IT'S MADE UP. IT'S FICTION. THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE.

This is my final word on the matter. I will be turning anon back on, but please note that every anon henceforth that does not pertain to my OCs or stories will be deleted. The askbox is not designed for this. Respect that, and respect my space, as I will yours. Do not contact me again. Please unfollow me if you are a member of the OCFA. As I do not know who you are, I have no way of removing myself from your lives through blocking. So please, remove yourselves from mine. I am not your enemy, I am not your friend. Consider me nothing to you. I just wanna make my OCs and simp for Robert Pattinson. I'm not hurting anyone, nor do I intend to.

This is my safe space. Leave it.

#anonsense #ocfa bullshit

[queenofthecommunistcannibals]

I'm surprised the homophobic asexual who doesn't understand that the LGBT community formed over same-sex attraction which you don't have in common with us is old. You're 30!!!! You don't need LGBT spaces to find a partner of the same sex. You don't need resources about legal issues. What else do you get out of pretending to be LGBT other than narcissistic supply?

*siiiiiiiiiiiiigh*

No.

Just. No.

I am not even going to dignify the "homophobic" comment with much of a response because I am not. I have never done anything that can be misconstrued as homophobic besides refusing to be stepped on by specific individuals who are gay. I have no issue with the gay community. I have no prejudice there. And anyone looking at my blog knows that.

1) asexuals have been here a while. Just without the modern terminology.

2) There are straight trans people. There are bi/pan/poly/etc. people in hetero relationships. There are nonbinary people in relationships of any kind with people within the Western binary. Those groups are unquestionably LGBTQ+. There are also aces and aros who fall into other letters in the alphabet soup. A gay ace may be looking for a same gender partner.

And here's the truly nutty and illgical thing about your argument. Ready?

As an aro/ace, I have no interest in going to places primarily used to find partners of any kind. So, I am not """"""invading""""" those parts of the community. It does not interest me. Every letter has its own particulars.

What I am looking for? Comraderie. Friends. People to talk to who have had a similar experience to mine (and here is a post where I break down a lot of what I mean. Those are kind of the generic ones, there are also the positive ones of finding a community of people who are different like you, the extreme isolation from the cishet world, among other things). People to surround myself with so I feel less alone. And I am gonna shock you but in my personal experience (and in the experiences of many other aspecs) we fit in better with other people in the LGBTQ+ umbrella. We are all put in unique situations because of our sexual orientation and/or gender. We have things in common.

There is more to the LGBTQ+ community than sex, oppression, and death! And if it wasn't an aro/ace saying that you would 100% agree.

3) As for """"""""stealing"""""" resources or whatever the fuck I have addressed this before. If an ace, aro, or aroace doesn't need the resources in question (not all of which are finite anyway) they will not want, look for, or be granted them. I would never take up a bed in a homeless shelter because I don't need it. If someone walks in the door of any given organization and says "hey, nothing is wrong but I want all your stuff because of reasons!" They will kindly ask that person to leave. Meanwhile, if an aspec has suffered (as happens quite a bit) who the fuck are you to take something they need away from them?!?

You specifically mention legal issues. Those are not really finite. And there are aces who face problems with adoption, having their marriages recognized because of consummation laws, aces seeking to get away from families trying to force them into marriage or medical treatment, aces who have been evicted, aces who have been mistreated at work, aces who have been raped or assaulted. Those are all things that require lawyers.

I am so tired of this ignorant ahistoric bullshit.

Edit: forgot the no no can

[image description: a photo of a can with pennies in it. On the lid it says "shake once and say no"]

Edit edit: the use of "same-sex" is extremely telling, isn't it?

#lgbt+ #asexual #asexuality #queer

[sex-obsessed-lesbian]

Hi! I'd like to get better at cunnilingus to better please a cute girl, any tips you can offer? Last time I went down I felt I was subpar 😬 as of rn I'm goin real slow, teasing taking my time etc but I always end up just repetitively succin ye olde clitoris, help?

(Wow I am the worst at answering asks but the impending Tumblr shitstorm has galvanized me and hello here I am finally!)

Hello Anon! I hope you have had an amazing training montage and unlocked the cunnilingus skills of your dreams, but in case you haven’t, here are a few disconnected thoughts:

the best way to give someone mind-blowing oral sex is to ask them what sort of things they like. continue to check in as you go (“do you like X or Y better? How does this feel?”) WORDS ARE GREAT, Y’ALL.

Tune into their reactions. What makes them moan or clench? Keep doing that (or stop for now, but put it in your back pocket to pull out later). Not getting much noise or reaction from a thing? Maybe it’s not their jam.

Ye Olde Clitoris is great, but there’s other stuff down there too! Licking along the length of someone’s vulva is real nice, or around their vaginal opening. I personally fucking adore tongues inside of me. Some people’s labia are also really sensitive. Set yourself the challenge of discovering how many parts of their junk you can lick that aren’t their clitoris.

“Licking” doesn’t just mean the tip of your tongue. Experiment with different surface areas/pressure. Use your whole damn tongue for a really broad lick. The very tip of your tongue, but really gently.

The clitoris can experience a wiiiide variety of sensation. Heck, even the angle you lick it from can really change the feeling: experiment with licking up, down, side to side, gently pushing it into their body, etc.

(In particular, the downward clit lick – i.e. starting closer to their head – can be great to start with cuz you’re probably licking their clit through the clitoral hood. This is nice cuz uh, clits get SENSITIVE yo, and a lot of folks prefer this slightly more indirect stimulation, at least to start.)

Try that little vibrate-y thing with your tongue where you basically pretend it’s a shitty, fleshy vibrator.

You can do all sorts of weird shit, man. Hum on their clit. Blow gently on a spot you just licked. Nibble their thighs. No one ever said this was dignified.

Coupling your cunnilingus with a finger or two inside them (or a vibrator? Butt plug?) is a time-honored classic.

Did I mention ask them what they like?!?!

Anon, I hope you’re still out there to read this discombobulated mess of advice, and I hope it helps a little – or that it helps someone out there. Happy cunnilingus, y’all!

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