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#Nonbinary Divinity
imperial-agent · 7 months
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The one you gravitate towards the first time playing any cRPGs. Included Pillars of Eternity races and Divinity Original Sin ones.
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enchantingfemininity · 6 months
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ffc1cb · 1 year
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i’ve always found it peculiar how during meeting the chargers cutscene the game just assumes your character automatically understands what krem is talking about when he mentions binding (though, granted, it’s all very unsubtle). like, this is a roleplaying game. what if i want to play a character who just doesn’t get it
#dragon age#cremisius aclassi#inquisitor trevelyan#at least give me an in game explanation of why the inquisitor would Know this right away#it's not like transgenderism is a widely explored topic in da lore. the most you can find about it in inquisition specifically excluding#krem and seras countless transmisogynistic lines is one codex that mentions that some previous divine mightve been a trans woman#and the way it's written sucks ass. the infamous sex in thedas codex also mentions nothing on the topic of transness. so like#whats up with that#art stuff#before anyone says anything i fully realize how i look critiquing a bioware game that came out in 2014 on its faulty queer representation#please trust me i know. im just thinking out loud#ALSO. in case it isnt obvious. parsley transed they gender. the joke is that theyre a nonbinary femme now#its hard for me to show it through art because it would involve misgendering them but they dont actually start going by they/them pronouns#until after halamshiral. so like technically if i made them refer to themselves as he/him at any point before that it would be canonical but#its not like my art is chronological by any means and cannot be taken out of context by virtue of it existing as an individual post online#if someone were to reblog an art of them saying hi im a dude theyd go cool! hashtag male inquisitor. or something#the tragic case of sacrificing narrative in order to not get second hand discomfort at seeing parsley misgendered#ANYWAY..........
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uncanny-tranny · 2 years
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The funniest thing is that the stereotype that trans people will become less aromantic/asexual once they transition is false for me. I became even more aroace.
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vrtualcuts · 1 month
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It never comes
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transonlyspace · 6 months
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im the tra terfs warned you about, whatre you gonna do? angrily reblog my posts?
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rules below :)
cis people kindly dni, this is a trans/non cis only space
mod is a minor and goes by all prns
asks are open for everyone, feel free to ask for advice! i dont know much since im still pre-t tho (and am currently not planning on making any major changes)
safe space for non-cis people
dnis: basic dni criteria, especially terfs, transid people
PLEASE INTERACT!!!: every trans person ever, aromantics (were twin communities 💖)
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helenstudies · 8 months
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Welcome to my Studyblr! ✨
I've been here since 2014 but well, I never got around to actually introducing myself, I guess? Here I go.
My name is Helen (They/Them).
24 year old Queer INFP Capricorn in Myanmar.
What am I learning? Well, a lot of things but mostly languages, literature, and psychology.
I am a native Burmese speaker but I also speak other languages! English (C2), Korean (TOPIK 6) Mandarin Chinese (HSK5) and Japanese (JLPT N3) respectively. I try to keep my certifications up to date but covid made it really difficult.
I'm working towards a Diploma in Pali.
I am also learning Spanish, Russian, Latin, ASL etc and absolutely getting my ass kicked by them.
I'm a freelance translator, writer, tarot reader, astrologist, language study guide, language instructor and a bookseller by trade!
I don't do all of those at once. I just sort of... rotate them if that makes sense. 2 at a time, 3 at a time etc.
I am very hardworking but I also have neck arthritis (Cervical Spondylosis), ADHD and Social Anxiety so it's a struggle.
I also have tons of hobbies. I like reading books, writing reviews, journaling and writing fan fictions etc so I'm all over the place.
I have a lot of stray cats that I've adopted so you'll get to see them obstructing my studies as well!
My life's not very glamorous. I'm in Myanmar. With the wars going on, there ain't a lot to glamorize either. But I'm trying my best to hang on and also help others hang on. So you'll see me talking about free consultations and free lectures and humanitarian aid stuff etc.
I run a weekly book club called "HAIYUU" with my friend! HAIYUU stands for 俳友 which is Haiku friends and it's so fun!
I also run a paid telegram channel for tarot/oracle readings with my Haiyuu co-host as well as other friends
I'm taking it one day at a time.
That's pretty much all of it! I hope y'all have a fun time looking at my posts.
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manicpixiedreamghostt · 4 months
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As a nonbinary femme, view my femininity as you would view a rose; genderless at the core. Let my thorns be my weapons against the gaze cast upon me. Only then may you truly understand me.
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just-somehuman · 26 days
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The amount of times I have to explain that the Aeons use they/them pronouns because they are ABOVE gender makes me want to cry 😭
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venus-light · 1 year
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On Categories of Gender & Alternative Ways of Being
// evilsoup // In Praise of -Less: [transMad shouts from absent (pl)aces], [sarah] Cavar // librarycards // transfaguette //
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electrojazzmin · 6 months
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meerawrites · 8 months
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Seeing a frankly disturbing influx of T.ERFS on this site, so here’s a reminder that TERF and alt right fascists are one and the same, it’s always ethical to punch both. I am a they/them, genderqueer, bisexual (on the spectrum of ace, varying from day to day), I am brown, androgynous and the foppish, well read, bi Quaintrelle your parents warned you about. I’m not male or female, I am a threat, and the moral panic is about me. Lastly, to all T.ERFS, it’s on site if you come near me, have fun getting ideologically torn to shreds and blocked. Respect trans people or gtfo.
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thevamplelio · 8 months
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Seeing a frankly disturbing influx of T.ERFS on this site, so here’s a reminder that TERF and alt right fascists are one and the same, it’s always ethical to punch both. I am a they/them, genderqueer, bisexual (on the spectrum of ace, varying from day to day), I am brown, androgynous and the foppish, well read, bi Quaintrelle your parents warned you about. I’m not male or female, I am a threat, and the moral panic is about me. Lastly, to all T.ERFS, it’s on site if you come near me, have fun getting ideologically torn to shreds and blocked. Respect trans people or gtfo.
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Also, Anne Rice championed bisexuality and transgender rights until she died. You do her a disservice coming near me.
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uncanny-tranny · 9 months
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Socialization theory with regards to trans people might have been an interesting conversation if people hadn't ever used it to mean, "you will always be [gender] no matter what, and my assumptions about how you were socialized mean more and are more true than whatever you say you went through as a child. Your account of your life is untrustworthy because it doesn't align with what I say is [male/female] socialization."
I'm not sure this theory wouldn't have been picked up by transphobes, but it's infuriating how you can't even discuss your thoughts about your own transness or growing up trans without being called a liar.
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The one who yearned for godhood
CW: possible religious trauma and non-descriptive mention of deadnaming and stuff I guess just like be prepared for a touch of that
There once was a child, born in the day and set upon a path of curiosity. The child would question and question to find out what meaning was and slowly learned how meaning affected the world.
When the child had grown their mind had been filled with the teachings, the lore, the music and the law of a God and his religion, the one whose son was sacrificed for salvation. The child had grown and their curiosity had dulled and slowed for no longer did they endlessly question to find meaning, there was little meaning to find when everything was told to you like law. And yet from a place unknown, the child’s mind had absorbed fragments of something that would spark their curiosity once more, the Pantheon.
Those initial fragments had woven themselves and driven themselves deep, always there, always waiting and ready to be accessed. Fragments which drove the child to find any means of growing them, of learning again and of raw indulgent curiosity. The names of these gods were once revered, respected, and worshipped, now printed plainly in all manners of books and typed without thought upon unending white webpages.
The child had always been fascinated by the moon, by the stars in the sky, never once had that sight failed to be a wonder, even during the nights where the moons gentle shine was obscured by clouds like a blanket. Even if the child never spoke it, never wrote it, never externalised their adoration for the night and its moon, the child knew as long as the night and its moon were there, they would know, even if the words had died upon their lips, even if their songs had gone unsung, the night and its moon would know.
Even through the hardest of times and scariest of places the child knew the darkened sky would be there, waiting for them. When the days had been rough like the one on which they were born, the child would wait. Waiting until all had gone silent. Until all the light had faded away. So they could walk out beneath the undiluted majesty held by the moon and the myriad stars which surrounded it.
In time the child has grown even further, learnt more about the fragments, about who their origins had once been, learning, understanding, engraving into their mind the experience. Knowing they were not the first and not the last. Knowing others had come before, saw the same beauty, maybe a different beauty to a different pair of eyes, but seeing the same sight across not just the years or the decades or the centuries, but across the Millenia and stretching back into the times nigh forgotten.
This knowledge made the child look deeper, look harder for more. More knowledge of who these gods were and realising multitudes of ancient cultures all worshipped the same beings simply under different names at different times. The deity Pan from the vibrant and rich culture of classical Greece and the deity Hermes while acknowledged as distinct entities was once the same being of great worship carried over from the culture the ancient Greeks had harkened back to.
Their mind once filled with conflicting religions and lore and beliefs and laws now cleared. Cleared with a singular purpose, Mythologise. And so they acted, their unfiltered love and awe for the night, its stars, its planets, and its moon, never once wavering, instead growing ever stronger as they had concepts and figures whom personified these celestial bodies.
The child looked back upon the name and identity it had been given, as a child born of the day, and examined it. Placed it upon a table and dissected, the meaning, the origin, the intent all laid bare beneath the new pair of gazing eyes. The child knew simply discarding what had been given would not be safe, so instead, they hollowed everything out, making space for what they truly were while they still figured things out. Wearing their name now dead and rotting like an overcoat during the winter.
After a time the child had settled on two names of significance to them. One of stone, of colours and wealth, the other, far more grand, of the night, its beauty, its awe, its divinity. The child looked back to the fragments it once held and examined the meanings in both fragments and newly adorned names, and finding how perfectly the two completed each other.
Alas those who surrounded the child made a foolish mistake, they focused on the name of stone, of colours and of wealth most barely if ever paying due respect to other name held. And in reaction, the child decided they would no longer wish to merely see the stars, to see the moon, and to see its night. They felt something within them, something branded within their soul, inscribed upon every bone, written in every strand of hair, and felt within the blood rushing through their veins.
They felt from that instance and periods ever onwards, what it was like to be a god born mortal. They felt the yearning to ascend to no longer see the heavens but become the heavens themselves. Why limit yourself to the fractional view of the night as we know it when you could embody the night itself. And so the child took upon the mantle they had chosen with respect and reverence and wore it proudly.
The tragedy of this tale is manifold, the child brushed against apotheosis but ultimately such a goal is, and was, unreachable, like the myriad of stars that shine in the nights sky. The child learnt of the cults whom paid reverence and religious worship unto the original holder of the child’s new mantle, of the child’s new identity and title. But these cults like the night itself were shrouded in mystery, revealing its secrets only to those who had been initiated, and such a feat was impossible to one born thousands of years after their time had passed.
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