#TOP SURGERY SCARS STEVEN!!!

[st3venp1lled]

Glow Week Day 6 - Ceremony or Vacation.

Good ol’ beach city.

my entry for @glowweek blah blah inlvoe yhrm

#steven universe #art #connverse #connie maheswaran #glow week #i love tjem #im going insane. #TOP SURGERY SCARS STEVEN!!! #sorry i was late im stressed

[vlnnyz]

it's been a year since i made pine's old reference, so, i went ahead and redid it! (he/him)

#pine (vlnnyz) #vlnnyz art #steven universe #steven universe oc #gemsona #gem oc #su oc #verdelite #character design #had to sneak in the top surgery scars #theyre barely visible but theyre there #though i mightve made them a bit too long oops

[yikesharringrove]

He doesn't talk anymore.

It was a jarring switch, and everyone still isn't used to Steve's persistent silence.

Because before, he was nearly as chatty as Dustin. Always trying to make the kids laugh, yelling at them and calling them shitheads (albeit lovingly).

He doesn't even laugh anymore.

His windpipe had been badly crushed by the demobat's tail wrapped snugly around his neck.

He had needed surgery.

Surgery that had only added to the lacerations and the keloid scars around on his neck.

And really, it's not that he can't talk.

He couldn't for awhile, and it still hurts sometimes.

But he doesn't fucking want to.

He has nothing left to say.

Because he had made peace with death.

Several times, actually. Throwing the burning bottles, being choked in a dried-out lake by a creature straight from his nightmares.

In fact, he had been mostly ready to venture into the sweet beyond since last summer.

His leg shook under the table, and he was staring at the silver ring on his thumb, spinning it around, and around.

He didn't really like when Robin left him alone at their donation table, she was much better at talking to the people that stopped by, bringing more clothes they didn't need, or coming to pick up something to replace what's been lost.

But Robin was doing her best to move on. Chatting up Vickie in some corner, somewhere.

A small cough got Steve's attention.

It was Susan. Hargrove. Mayfield? Did she go back to her previous name after her abusive husband left her with the corpse of his son?

"I found another box. I guess Maxine had been-" her eyes welled up, and Steve's hands stopped spinning the ring around his thumb. "Well, I think she kept some things of his."

Steve's hands shook as he stood up.

He knew Billy and Max had been much closer than they let on.

He knew Max missed Billy more than she could really express.

He opened the box.

Right on top.

It was that fucking jacket.

The brown leather one. The one that was older and softer, more worn than anything else Billy owned.

Because he loved it. Because he took care of it. Because it was his favorite.

And something in Steve broke a little, and he raised the jacket to his face, and he breathed in deeply. He didn't care who saw. He didn't care that Susan's face had gone pale and her tears had started falling for real.

"Oh."

He barely heard her voice over the blood rushing in his ears, the smell and the memories and don't fucking cry, Steven!

Susan closed the box up carefully. Steve finally lowered the jacket.

"I can put this in your car. So you can keep them. You deserve to-" she glanced down at his hands, and the silver ring, tarnished and glinting on his thumb. "keep them."

Steve brought his hand up to his wobbling chin, touching his fingertips gently under his lip, bringing his hand back down, palm up.

Thank you.

He hoped she got it. Understood the way she understood his tears.

She took his hand briefly.

"I wish we had met differently. I wish-well. I'm sure you wish the same thing."

Steve nodded. His leg had started shaking again, making his whole body tremble. He felt unsteady on his feet.

He fished his keys out of his pocket, handing them to Susan so she could take the box and tuck it in his trunk.

"You take care, then. You, you remember him well."

Steve nodded again, hot tears dripping off his chin.

Yes, ma'am. He wanted to say. I'll never forget him.

But,

he doesn't talk anymore.

#oooh this wasn't supposed to be this sad but idk i guess this is whats happening #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #yikes writes

[boba-t-butch]

happy pride! this is my second summer without tits, third on testosterone. sometimes the enormity of the international, intergenerational, interconnected, intersecting systems of privilege, power, marginalization, and oppression that shape who i am feels overwhelming and incomprehensible. gender-affirming care saves lives, as in i was unable to do the work of figuring out who i want to be until i could exist in a body that felt like my own. gender-affirming care saves lives as in i could not imagine a way to continue forward in the body i was in.

i grew up in a world that fundamentally failed queer kids like me, where the main comfort organizations could offer was the idea that "it gets better". i've spent most of my life dissociated, a messy combination of gender and neurodiversity and cPTSD, trying to make it to the "better". and now i'm here! in adulthood, learning to feel my feelings, trying to imagine a way forward. and it's still hard and it still sucks and sometimes i want to throw up hands up say this is it!? "it gets better" and this is all there is?

i believe all people should have access to the care that i've been lucky enough to access. i recognize it's an enormous privilege that i'm able to exist comfortably as myself now, but it really shouldn't be. it's so frustrating how obvious it feels that things don't need to be this way. but im also realizing that guilt and shame and self-flagellation won't actually contribute to the systemic change necessary to extend this privilege to more people.

i am committed to building towards a world where self-determination isn't a privilege at all but the baseline. and im still learning how to do that work in a way that's sustainable and realistic.

for today, i'll let myself take pride and joy and comfort in asserting. i am queer. and i am still here.

(she/they butch lesbian)

1. selfie, moss is outside with greenery in the background. they're wearing a black tank top that says stonewall in white font. she has long wavy black hair, an undercut, and faintly visible facial hair

2. selfie, moss is wearing denim overalls and her top surgery scars are visible.

3. mirror selfie in a dirty round pink mirror. moss is wearing jeans and a brown leather bulldog chest harness, visible top surgery scars and body hair. moss is also wearing over the ear headphones and is holding a blue journal. calico cat naomi is sitting on the corner of their bed. her room has strong autistic vibes, including a stuffed dragon on a shelf and posters of garnet from steven universe, superknova the korean trans girl musician, and ones that read "mutual aid is the future", "queer til death", and "rest is productive".

#face #moss #mine #qtbipoc #butch

[heyhelloitsmilo]

Mirror, Mirror.

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moon system x gnc/gender neutral reader

word count: 1225 words

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‼️ this is based on my own experiences being trans/nb, i don't have bottom dysphoria so like, i don't... i don't reference it in this.

❗️ my spanish isn't very good, i'm still learning so a bit of google translate was used! masculine terms used (1)

✨ might be a little ooc its been a hot minute since i've written a fic! i'm also very sad!

⚠️ warnings: dysphoria, self-misgendering, feminine terms used in reference to reader, reference to scars (via top surgery), pre-transition/pre-hrt, show accurate depiction of DID, petnames used (lovingly)

💛 pairings: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader, moon system x reader (sorry steven isnt as relevant in this one i promise to make it up later heres an IOU)

💫 summary: dysphoria hits you really hard one evening after your shower and the boys get concerned, remembering your coming out (fluff, comfort)

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You gripped the bathroom counter, water dripping from your skull down your skin, glistening in the fluorescent lights, dropping from your wet hair strands. Your eyes were trained on your chest, almost willing the world and the universe to make them stop existing. The subtle whirring of the bathroom fan only made it easier for you to zone out, staring at your body as it slowly dried, imagining a flat chest and scars in place of the things that made you a woman to everyone else.

You didn't even notice the soft knocks on the bathroom door or the quiet, "You a'right in there?" from Steven outside. You just stood there, the bath mat soaked, mind filled with thoughts about how feminine and womanly your body was, skincare routine and hygiene forgotten.

"Hey, if you're not gonna come out, I'm gonna come in there." Marc's words jolted you out of your trance, face whipping to the door, hands grabbing for a towel to cover yourself.

"Wait, wait wait hold on-!"

"Too late." Marc opened the door, looking at you, halfway through covering your body. His eyes darted across your frame, the rest of the bathroom, landing on your eyes. "Good. You're okay. We were getting worried." His voice was gruff, his words revealing how relieved he was. "...Dysphoria get to you?"

You nodded silently, looking away from the man in front of you, fully wrapping yourself in the towel. You felt... ashamed. Ashamed of your body, that is.

Marc and Steven (and by extension, Jake) had known you pre social transition, loved you and dated you before now. And they stayed after the fact, with Jake finally meeting you after then.

You remember when Steven had stayed up all night, researching and reading on transitioning, practicing and mumbling to himself (and the system) to not misgender you. His efforts hadn't been in vain, with all three of them only slipping up a handful of times. And you appreciated them for it.

You remember the day you came out like it was yesterday.

You'd spent the last few weeks in a crisis, researching, hyperfixating about the things you were experiencing, taking 'Are You Gay?' tests online.

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A knock on the desk jolted you out of your hyperfixation, pulling your attention.

"Hey, baby. About time." Marc pulled up a stool, sitting beside you, taking a quick glance at your laptop. "What's that all about?" He did a vague gesture at your laptop, spying the 'Am I Trans?' quiz open.

"O-oh, nothing, don't worry about it." You quickly closed your tabs, swallowing your saliva. You grimaced at the unconvinced look on Marc's face. "Okay, maybe not nothing."

"Is there something you'd like us to know?"

Marc's words echoed in your ears as you seriously considered his question. You weren't entirely sure how he (let alone Steven) would handle that. But based on his current reaction, he didn't seem all that... surprised? You mean, you'd been a very adamant ally of LGBTQ+ rights, and you'd expressed yourself to potentially be queer, even if you hadn't done any real introspection at that point. But... what if you were faking it? Faking being trans? What if this was all just a phase like so many parents had suggested?

"I mean... maybe. I've been looking into um... potentially being trans." You said softly, the warm light from the lamp gracing yours and Marc's faces. You looked up at Marc, eyes tracing his expression. It didn't look... angry. Or happy. Neutral? Indifferent? Maybe a little confused? His eyes flickered to the window, presumably listening to Steven.

"We love you regardless." Marc spoke finally, leaning in towards you, eye level with you. "We always will." He extended a hand towards you, offering to hold yours. When you put your hand in his, his thumb gently ran across your knuckles, massaging your hand in his. "If you discover that being a man, or being neither a woman or a man, is you, then we'll be right here for you." Marc's voice had a very slight British accent, it seemed Steven was co-conscious, wanting to speak as well.

"I..." You were in a bit of shock. You hadn't really expected anything, but this was simply so warm and comforting that your eyes got misty. "...You really mean that?" You squeezed Marc's (Steven's?) hand gently, tears slowly beginning to well in your eyes.

Marc blinked, his demeanor changing in a split second, nodding quickly. Steven's eyes were soft, his lips curved in a smile. "Really. We always will." His hands held yours so delicately, so lovingly.

"...I think I wanna try using they/them."

"Okay. We can do that for you."

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Marc walked over, putting his hands on your shoulders, straightening your posture. "Stand up straight. Hold your chin up." You complied, keeping the towel loosely wrapped around your form, looking up at Marc. A soft smile played on Marc's lips, his eyes as he looked at you. "There's my darling. C'mon. Come to bed."

You nodded and hung your towel, walking out of the bathroom with him and into your shared bedroom, getting dressed. Wordlessly, you pulled on a sports bra and a pair of your boxers, as well as one of Marc's shirts (which he scoffed playfully at before gesturing to the bed). You shuffled under the covers, trying to forget about the stretch of elastic cloth around your chest, burying your way into the duvet cover.

"Comfy, cariño?" Jake's voice cut through the silence, getting in bed as well and leaning against the headboard. You nodded, looking up at him from your spot in the blankets, extending your hand towards him, taking his hand in yours. "Bueno." His voice was always softer with you, and though you two usually teased and joked around with each other, he knew better in this moment.

The two of you laid there in bed, Jake stroking your hair as you laid your head in his lap, calloused hands massaging your scalp.

"...Te encuentras mejor?" (Are you feeling better?) Jake asked softly and slowly to allow your mind to process the Spanish, hand twirling your hair between his fingers mindlessly.

You nodded, fiddling with the seams on Jake's pants to keep your hands occupied. "Yeah. Thanks guys." The soft fabric of Jake's sweatpants definitely weren't clothes he would typically wear, but there really wasn't time for an outfit change, not when cuddles were involved. You certainly weren't complaining.

"Hey, amor, lean up a minute so I can lie down." You complied, scooting your body off Jake's lap, watching him shuffle down, lying next to you. The two of you looked into each other's eyes, not speaking, before Jake suddenly scooped your body toward's him, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Gotcha." He fluttered soft kisses to your neck and jawline, chuckling as you giggled and squirmed. The kiss-tickle torment ended after a few long moments, Jake just trying to keep the dysphoria off your mind, Marc and Steven watching the both of you.

You wrapped an arm around Jake's waist, not bothering to finagle your other arm under him to properly hold him. You just relaxed in his arms, his hands against the small of your back, rubbing small circles into you. "This is nice." You sighed softly, nestling your face into Jake's chest.

"It really is, amor."

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lets say i mightve been projecting a little

hope you enjoyed!

- milo 💛

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jack lockley #moon system #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x you #steven grant x you #jake lockley x you #fluff #ficlet #cutesy #cuddles #i fucking love fluff #mightve projected a little bit but yknow what thats okay #trans #transnb #transmasc #gender neutral reader #y/n not used #yn not used #gnc #gnc reader #gender neutral terms #dysphoria #heyhelloitsmilo

[xyilous]

Moon Boys with a trans reader !!

as gender neutral as i can get, a bit trans masc leaning because that is me and it’s pride month 🤺 🤺

typing this while fighting meds 👹👹

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Steven would be the most educated on the whole thing, he seems like the one to hear the term transgender once and go on a curiosity fueled deep dive and know what gender dysphoria n stuff is. He’d have this whole notepad ready when he asks about your pronouns and what pet names you’re alright with, just so he doesn’t accidentally make you feel bad. He’d help you with your hormones by doing your shots if you’re squeamish or reminding you to do your gels/take ur pills. If Steven ever slipped up he’d panic and apologize profusely, you’d have to let him know that it’s better to quickly correct yourself instead of making a big deal over it, in which he’d start just clamming up before eventually settling. If someone else misgendered you, he’d be a bit apprehensive to correct them, not wanting to cause a scene but also not wanting you to have to listen to it.

If you got misgendered he’d try and subtly call you affirming names more often, he’d also avoid places that make you dysphoric while he’s cuddling with you, would let you put him anywhere that makes you feel better about yourself. Would accidentally ask slightly inappropriate questions, not realizing that they’re invasive 💀💀 speaking of which, if you get surgery while in a together he’d be at your beck and call, assisting you with anything you could possibly need, even if it means needs to call into work that day. If you have top surgery scars he’d insist on being the one to put creams and ointments on them, would absolutely pepper kisses along them when they are healed enough. If you’re trans masc he’d teach you how to shave your beard or style your hair to be more masculine, would also cut your hair for you if you’re not fond of salons.

While he does know ftm and mtf, Steven doesn’t know all that much about the non binary side of things. He knows of it, but his knowledge is pretty narrow and his idea of it is right between male and female and a nb person must be androgynous. With some explaining, he picks up on it pretty quickly and understands that it’s more like a spectrum and has a massive range of what non binary people can look like. Tbh i feel like he’d atleast contemplate using he/they pronouns, would probably get a pronoun button with he/him on it to help normalize it :00 would ask for your opinion on things before committing to it, just incase he’s invading a space not intended for him

Marc would be more confused, he’d know of trans people but mostly only because of warped news articles and not actual research. He’d think of it as people going from one gender to another rather than a person presenting themselves as who they truly are. After you and him have a long conversation about it, he’d have a better understanding of the whole thing and feel a bit more confident around you. He’d also help with your hormones, but if they’re shots he’d do it regardless of whether or not you’re nervous about it, it feels intimate to him and he’d do it everyday if he had to. If someone misgenders you he’d correct them immediately, only getting upset if they try and argue or complain about it. Out of the 3 he’d probably be the one to get a little too clingy and accidentally hold onto your ribs or thighs, possibly making you dysphoric.

If he saw something he felt like you’d like and would possibly make you feel more comfortable in your skin he’d hold it out for you to accept or decline, he’d absolutely do his best to convince you to get it if your fear is looking like you’re trying too hard/obviously not cis, but wouldn’t overdo it. Marc would match with you to try and make you more comfortable (like wearing nail polish or jewelry). If you have surgery scars, he’d make sure you take good care of them and get as much rest as you can to insure you recover perfectly. Would show you workouts that can make you look more masculine (possibly fem too? idk how muscles work, i just draw em) If you’re transfem he’d have no issue with protecting you more or treating you more ‘lady like’, if it’s the other way around he’d show you how to defend urself as well.

Non binary identities are a whole new area for him, he’d be confused but supportive, mostly understanding that you don’t feel like a boy or girl (or some variation of that) and calling it a day, would be totally down to have a full crash course on it if you’d like tho. Like Steven, he might ask some personal questions but isn’t as bad, just let him know it’s not the best thing to ask hdjdjdj

Jake would probably be the most chill out of all of them tbh,, im absolutely projecting but he seems like the kind that doesn’t talk all that much, would much rather 👍 instead of verbally agreeing, ANYWAYS he knows a good portion of the whole ordeal thanks to Steven and you talking, when he fronts he’s incredibly nonchalant about it and treats you as any other person instead of swarming you with pet names (still uses them of course, but he feels as if hearing a name you connected with so strongly that you made it yours works just as well, if not better) If someone misgenders you he’d have to fight to not flip out, his reasoning being that you clearly look, act, and sound like what you say you are, even if it’s an honest mistake and not them purposely being transphobic. If they were intending to be mean he’d watch them closely until they were in a vulnerable area where he could get rid of the problem as a whole. He’s rather protective of you, regardless of how you identify, so there’s not much of a chance of you being alone in the city, sorry 💀💀 Too many shit people.

I think he’d have the best understanding of being non binary, he’s been kind of the third option between in the system so he knows what it’s like to just be,, out there. He’d be able to pick up on when you start getting dysphoric and immediately ask what he can do, even if it’s driving to the store at 1 in the morning. While he’s the understands you, he wouldn’t be great at helping or comforting just because he isn’t really sure what to do in such a specific situation. Tell him what to do and he’d do his best to make it happen.

#moon knight headcanon #marvel moon knight #moon knight #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #moonknight headcanons #max’s rants <33

[tricobicoart]

su half agate si au 1: dan vs crossover

og ramble, 2021: "alternate dan vs self insert: Half-agate mae gets transported to a world where rose revealed herself or was discovered as pink diamond and did some other stuff in order to save the crystal gems & keep the earth left alone (so the warp pads r still there as a plot device for mae) Mae, instead of giving up or going nuts, lands halfway between the two & decides to give less fucks (everyone she knew & loved is gone. there might be a fully-human her out there, but she doesn't wanna disrupt their life). She forges an identity, meets dan & chris in a brief stint of college, & the rest is history. Also she gets top surgery.

The explosion scar is from a mission with some rogue rubies, the curved scar is from a sword training session gone wrong(not in an angsty way just in an "oops steven wasn't on hand to heal it right away so they had to use regular first aid" way), the jagged scar on her forearm is from a self-harm incident with her claws post-danvs-arrival, and the smooth scar on her shoulder is from a close blow on a gem mission. The discoloration on her wrist is simply a birthmark. Also, she's been retconned to have a corrupted quartz claw scar on her torso, and no belly button on account of her growing in a species without an umbilical cord(her agate mom). Also also mae's an age regressor--she does it to deal with stress mostly, sometimes involuntary sometimes for fun--ranges to about 5-9 years old. Apollo(from morningstar) and mae are in a poly v with dan(with dan at the center of the v). Apollo starts dating dan during the series, and Mae starts dating dan(after talking it over with apollo & him) sometime around/after 'vs the family cruise' or post-series! Together, they make the Chaos Trio!!

#dan vs #danvs mae #danvs #my su si's #steven universe #steven universe self insert #su #su mae

[sissytobitch10seconds]

The Unfortunate

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy Summary: Alex, Izzie, and George have been through a lot. But the Universe isn't quite done doling out tragedies. Warnings: Trans male characters, trans male pregnancy, pregnancy, mentions of Cancer, mentions of near-death experiences, mentions of trauma, anxiety, surgery, graphic descriptions of injuries, mentions of miscarriage Word Count: 4,120 Ship(s): Alex Karev/George O'Malley/Izzie Stevens

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A/N: So I was reading a trans Alex fic where he gets pregnant with George's baby and that gave me this idea, which then refused to leave me alone. I really love these guys as a ship and so it's fun for me to write that all three of them are alive and together. I had to give them a little bit of angst to make things interesting, though. I hope that you can all enjoy it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

"How are you feeling?" Izzie asked her boyfriend as she tucked one of the long strands of hair back behind his ear. With their jobs and illnesses neither one of them had really managed to get a professional to cut their hair and they were only so-so with anything that wasn't a scalpel.

"Shepherd already asked me and I already answered," he replied with a small shrug. 

"George…" she said, her tone slightly warning.

He grouched and leaned back in the chair. He winced a bit as the damaged nerves from his pelvic injuries made themselves known once more. "How about you answer the question and then I'll let you know?"

"Fine, fine, I get the point. Alex just likes it more when we can take care of ourselves and each other so he doesn't have to run after us and make sure we're not driving ourselves into the ground," she leaned forward and kissed the top of her boyfriend's nose. She could still very faintly see the scars from where Sloan had to reconstruct the side of his face. They were fading fast, though, to the point where the common stranger and patient wasn’t even able to tell that he had something happen.

"Or send Meredith after us," George rolled his eyes.

"He cares about us. I know that it's utterly suffocating but he does just care," she chuckled in reply. They were both sick of being treated like they were going to drop dead at any second, even if they had both coded and were legally dead for a few minutes each. She sighed as she checked the clock again and saw that they had another five minutes before their time was up and the other doctors would let them return to work. "I kind of wish that he hadn't left. I know that he wanted to reconnect with his family and see how things were going but I miss him."

"I miss him too," George murmured. He reached over and grasped her hand with his own. 

She threaded their fingers together softly and let a smile grace her face. "He's coming home tonight though, which means that we should do something exciting for him!"

George dropped his voice to a whisper so that they weren't overheard by some of the others around them, "Callie cleared me for sex again, we could totally do it. Maybe just not as rough as last time." He winked.

Izzie's cheeks turned an adorable shade of red and she floundered on what to say for a moment. "You're the one that decided that you wanted to do that even though you weren't even fully healed!"

"I didn't know that it would start re-breaking my bones," he hissed back at her. The two of them were close enough now that they could feel the other's breath when they talked. They laughed for a moment before George leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Our break is done. You should get back to work. I'll go find Hunt."

"Make sure to bring your cane for the long walk down. I know you don't like using it but those muscles are going to need their strength if you really want to do that tonight," she winked at him like he had to her moments before.

The doctor let out a grumble as he reached over and took the cane. It was black with a golden handle on the top, with the words 'To George: The Cripple' on the side of it, courtesy of Cristina. When he had first woken up after his myriad of surgeries he had been devastated at finding out that he may never walk properly again. He had mentioned being crippled so many times that when it became apparent he was just going to have a limp and chronic pain once he healed, the sarcastic woman had gifted him with it.

He reached out and took Izzie's offered hand as he pulled himself up into a standing position. He stood there for a moment as the pain radiating around his hips finally let go and he was able to walk again. "See you when our boyfriend finally decides to show up."

"Excuse you," she chuckled as she gave him another peck on the lips, "but he's my husband."

"Sucks to be you," he teased before he turned and began to limp towards the elevator so he could get down to the ER and trauma floor. Izzie watched him go, as if in disbelief that he was really there and wasn't just a figment of her imagination that her Cancer-ridden brain had cooked up to help her deal with her grief.

Things immediately picked back up once he was finally back to work. Hunt glanced at the clock to make sure that he had stayed resting for the right amount of time before assigning him to the rooms that he could work in. George let the low level of pain he was in to melt into the back of his brain as he focused being able to diagnose what was wrong with a lot of his patients and help them recover. He worked amazingly well despite not being able to walk as fast as some of the other doctors. The interns listened to him and did what they were supposed to do immediately when he was in this mode, even if they didn’t listen as well when he wasn’t being as serious. They were able to work as a team and got patients rotated in and out of the rooms easily and efficiently.

The young surgeon turned towards the door as he heard the attending shout, "Keep O'Malley out of trauma two!"

"Why are you keeping me out of trauma two? I was cleared for all work other than the surgeries longer than six hours a month ago," he walked to the doorway and then felt his heart drop low into his stomach. All of the anger and resentment that had been bubbling in him over feeling coddled by his colleagues immediately melted away. He understood why they wanted to keep him out of the trauma room when he saw who the patient was.

Alex was lying unconscious on the gurney that they were wheeling through the hallway. Blood covered a lot of his body and there was a portion of bone sticking out of his arm as well. 

"Damnit," Hunt swore as he hoped off of the gurney and walked over to his protege. "Listen, you've been through a lot recently and you've already been working for about two hours after your last break. I want you to go and stay in an on call room until we have some news for you about him."

"I can still work," he replied hoarsely, though he could feel the anxiety attack building.

"I know. But I'm asking you not to as your friend," Hunt replied. "And I want you to be the first person to be able to tell Stevens. She needs to hear the news about her husband from her boyfriend, not some random nurse."

George nodded, his mind still reeling from seeing yet another of his partners laid out like that, obviously in pain. He had only taken a step when someone grabbed his shoulder. He turned around to face the paramedic, and then felt tears well up in his eyes as he was handed Alex's backpack, "Can you get this to his partners? When we pulled him out of the wreck and got him into the ambulance he was holding it and wouldn't let go. He kept saying that he had something important to give someone named George and Izzie."

"Well, I'm George," the doctor shrugged. "Thanks," he took the bag and then limped down the hall to where he had left his cane. He knew that if the person on the gurney hadn't been Alex, Hunt would have noticed that he wasn't using his cane and yelled at him. 

He was moving as if he was in a daze as he found Izzie and brought her back to the closest empty on-call room that they were able to find. The entire time that they were walking she was trying to ask what had happened but he felt like his mouth was full of sawdust. News of their boyfriend's accident had apparently spread around the hospital faster than he had anticipated because no one even tried to stop them or ask where they were going. He sat heavily down on one of the beds and then moved so that he was leaning back against the wall with his bad leg propped up by the shitty mattress. Izzie sat down by his leg, wringing her hands in her lap.

"What's going on, George? You're starting to scare me a little bit," she whispered as she inched closer to him. "Wait, isn't that Alex's? Why do you have Alex's backpack?"

"He's been in an accident," he croaked.

Her eyes widened and tears began to dance on her lashes. She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before she was able to speak again. "I… what kind of accident?"

"They didn't say," he shrugged. "He was covered in blood and really banged up. Iz, what are we going to do?"

She reached over and threaded their fingers together. He could feel her shaking a little bit as they moved closer together on the bed. "We're going to make it through this. You had an accident and you made it through all of those surgeries just fine," she whispered.

George rubbed his other hand over his forehead. "I just wish that we could catch a break. I mean, Meredith got married and she's finally happy. Why can't the same thing happen to us?"

Izzie let out a small chuckle. She took Alex's backpack from George and put it in her lap. She wrapped her hand around the charms that they had given him before he went on his trip back to Iowa. "We're plenty happy in our relationship, we've just been having a lot of issues with our health," she smiled a little bit. "And we'll make it through this just like we made it through your accident and my Cancer. At least this time we're both healthy and can support him back."

They sat together in silence for a couple of minutes before George opened up the bag in her lap. "The paramedic said that Alex was obsessed with something in here and kept mentioning us when they were bringing him back to the hospital."

His girlfriend was eager for the distraction and quickly sat up. She reached her hand into the backpack. She laid out his laptop and charger on the bed that they were sitting on before she pulled out a box that was just a little bigger than both of her hands. It had a bow on the top and a couple of tape pieces hanging off of it like their boyfriend had been trying to wrap it before eventually giving up. George took the box from her and flipped it over to see that Alex had written 'To Izzie and George' on it in his horrible handwriting.

"Maybe this was it?" she whispered as she placed her head on George's shoulder.

George flipped it back over. He placed the box in one hand and used the other to lift up the top so that they could see what was inside. There was a paper over something that rattled inside when the box shifted. Izzie reached over his arm and took the tissuepaper to reveal two pregnancy tests. "Holy shit, holy shit," he whispered as he reached into the box and flipped over the tests to see that they were both positive. "Iz, is that what I think it is?"

"Huh?" she asked as she tore her eyes away from the tests that he was holding in his shaking hands. "Shit," she whispered. He glanced down to the bottom of the ultrasound as saw their partner’s last name and the date that the ultrasound was taken.

"They're bringing him into surgery," George mumbled, his lips sticking together due to his mouth going dry from shock. His eyes widened a little bit as he began to scramble to get off of the bed. "They're bringing him into surgery and they don't know that he's pregnant! Iz, they're going to kill the baby!"

She dropped the pregnancy tests in her hand down onto the bed and quickly got to her feet. She handed him his cane before she rushed out of the room. George didn't bother to use it as he sprinted down the hall after her, the sound of the door clicking and his cane clattering against the tile floor ringing in their wake. They finally stopped when they were at the nurse's station, "Where is Alex Karev? Have they brought him into surgery yet?"

"Yeah, they're in OR one," she nodded, pointing behind her towards the surgical board.

The duo glanced at each other and then rushed down the hall to the OR that the nurse mentioned. They stopped only long enough to grab a mask each. George managed to move in front of her as he burst through the door. "Stop!" he shouted before he moved the mask so that it was covering his mouth and nose.

"O'Malley, Stevens, what the Hell are you two doing in here?" Bailey asked as she turned to face the two of them.

"I thought I told you to stay in an on-call room and cope with each other until we were finished," Hunt snapped.

George paused when he felt the pain echoing through his back and legs because of how hard he had just pushed himself. "He's pregnant."

"It's true," Izzie said with a small nod as she was able to slip into the OR beside her boyfriend. "He had something in his bag that was going to tell us. You have to be careful during the surgery."

The three attendings all glanced at each other before they looked back at the residents. Callie was the next one to speak, gently placing the arm that she was preparing to fix back down. "Fine, go page someone from OB and we can get a fetal heart rate monitor. Do you know how far along he is?"

"The, uh, he had an ultrasound," Izzie said, closing her eyes as she tried to remember details from just glancing at the item.

“There was a note on the back that said we had to wait until… September. That’s about seven months in the future, so maybe eight weeks along?” George finished for her.

"Eight weeks isn't that far along. How do we even know that the fetus managed to survive this long after the accident?" Callie asked. "I need to fix this arm." 

"Callie, please," George whispered as he looked into his ex-wife's eyes. She conceded, stepping away from the table with her hands in the air so that she really wouldn’t be tempted to do it anyway despite the risk it might pose to the fetus. The nurses had already gotten to work at paging the OB. 

Hunt glanced back at her and then towards the two residents. "Now go and wait for us to give you information. I can already see how worn out that stunt you just pulled made you both."

"Can we watch from the gallery?"

"Absolutely not! Now go," Bailey called, pointing towards the door out of the operating room.

The duo slipped out so that they were in the scrub room outside and couldn't be seen by the attending surgeons. They waited until the obstetrician had shown up and gone inside of the OR.

George groaned and placed his hand on his back, "Bailey was right. I hurt."

"Where's your cane?" Izzie asked as she looked around the scrub room to try and see if he had dropped it.

He smiled, his cheeks turning bright red as he realized that he had been caught. "I, um, left it back in the on-call room so that I could get here quicker."

"Well that's why you hurt, you idiot," she snorted. She offered her arm out to him and he gratefully took it. Getting back to the on-call room took about four times as long as it took them to get away from it. He nearly collapsed down onto the bed in the on-call room once they got into it again.

---

They had both fallen asleep by the time that Alex finally got out of surgery and someone bothered to come to update them. "Both of you, wake up," Bailey said as she knocked on the door. They startled awake and Izzie was off of the bed in a second, though George struggled to stand up for a while before he managed to get onto his feet.

"Do you have any news?"

"Can we go see Alex?"

She rolled her eyes, turning to the side a bit in exasperation. "You two. Have you eaten anything?"

"Alex," George repeated, grabbing his cane so that he could go out and see his boyfriend as quickly as possible.

"I'll have someone bring something to his room. Come on, you two," she waved at them to make them follow after her. She explained everything that they had done to help stabilize him during the surgeries, but neither of them were really able to listen. The only thing that really got past them was that their boyfriend had survived and was a lot more stable than when he had come into the hospital in the back of an ambulance. They had to walk slower than they would have liked since George had gone from a medium-pain day to a high-pain day due to the stunt he had pulled a few hours before.

They both stopped just outside of the hospital room as they looked in on their boyfriend. Izzie was gripping his backpack in her hand and the repackaged pregnancy tests and ultrasound in the other. Alex was laying on the bed with a bunch of tubes and wires strapped to him. The only thing that was out of place from every other patient they saw on a daily basis was the fetal heart rate monitor next to his own heart monitor. "When is he going to wake up?" she asked after a moment, turning back towards their attending.

Bailey wrung her hands in front of her for a moment. "Go in and sit down. I know neither of you are going to go home and rest like you should," she opened the door and motioned for them to enter. They did what they were told, George almost collapsing the second that he could near a chair. "He's been through a lot, but he didn't code on the table and he's breathing completely on his own. He should wake up at any point tonight, depending on when his body wants to."

"Great," Izzie nodded as she sat down on the other side of her husband than her boyfriend. George reached out and held Alex's hand while he watched his lover take in slow, deep breaths.

"I'm going to send someone up with some coffee and food for the both of you. Stevens, you've taken your medication?" Bailey asked as she looked them both over. She was going to have to make sure that the nurses kept an eye on the trio for the next several years at this point since they each seemed insistent on getting themselves waist deep in illness and injury. 

"I did, George made sure that I did," she nodded. She was fidgeting with the box next to her. Her eyes drifted towards the fetal heart monitor and then back to her husband.

It took about an hour or two for Alex to wake up. Meredith was sent up to give them some food after about ten minutes of just sitting with their partner. George refused the pain meds that Callie offered him after coming to check in on them both, he wanted to make sure that he was awake and alert when his lover finally woke. They had both drifted off into gentle conversation, talking about anything and everything other than the obvious elephant in the room. Both of them became alert when they heard a small noise coming from Alex.

"Sweetheart, are you awake?" George asked eagerly.

"Alex?" Izzie whispered as she reached out and grabbed his hand. The other resident had never let go of Alex's hand the entire time they were sitting with him.

"What the Hell happened?" he groaned as his hands began to fidget in their own. 

Izzie got up and moved to the edge of the bed since she could. She was looking him over like she was his doctor, out of habit and to give her something to do without mentioning the pregnancy. "You were in an accident, and now you're in the hospital. Do you remember your name?"

"Yeah, and I know who the two of you are too," he chuckled. He groaned a little bit as he let his eyes fully open to look up at her. A gentle smile fell over his face and she felt her heart melt. "I didn't hit my head. The car hit me from the side. I passed out from blood loss in the ambulance, I think. I remember talking to someone that wasn’t a doctor here and wasn’t one of you," he mumbled.

"So you do remember everything then," she leaned down and placed a small kiss on his lips.

He shifted on the bed so that he was sitting. He glanced to the side and his brows knitted together in worry as he saw George. "How are the two of you doing?"

"Are you seriously asking us how we're doing when you're the one in the hospital?" George asked. He grabbed his cane and used it and the arm of the chair to push himself up so that he could get closer to his partner. "Bailey and Mer have been taking good care of us. Callie checked in on me too, which was awkward as Hell but still nice."

Izzie brushed a hand over his hair. "Do you need anything or is it okay if we talk?"

"We should talk," he nodded immediately. "I, um, I don't know how much you guys know or if- if," tears were welling in his eyes. 

George was quickly able to tell what was going on in his mind. "Alex, we found the box and were able to get an OB into the OR before they went in so that they could monitor the baby while you were in surgery. You're still pregnant," he sat down on the other side of the bed than Izzie. To an outsider it may have looked like they were crowding their partner, but Alex adored having them this close to him. 

He relaxed a little bit and smiled. He moved his hand over his stomach as he looked towards his partners. "So… how are we feeling about this?"

Izzie let out a laugh, like a ringing bell that made both of her boys grin ear to ear, "Alex! How do you think we feel about this?"

"Good?"

"I didn't let Mer talk me into letting all of my eggs be taken out of my ovaries because I hate babies! We get to be parents," she beamed. "I assume by the fact that you tried to give us a present to tell us that you want to keep the baby, right?"

"If you guys are ready to deal with me being moody and hormonal," Alex snarked back at them.

George reached up and cupped his boyfriend's cheek with one hand. He brought their lips together in a sweet kiss. "What, you mean more than you already are?"

"Shut up," Alex snarked as he reached up and pulled George down into another kiss.

The resident grinned. "If you really want to be pregnant and have our first kid, we're going to be here to support you through the entire thing. I know that this can't be easy for you."

"It's not, but I want to do it. I want to have this baby with you two. I mean, we may not get another chance," he shrugged.

Izzie kissed him softly, "Eventually we'll be able to avoid getting in all these accidents and get better. We'll get a break."

"Maybe this baby is the sign that things are going to get better for us," George beamed. "You know, hope."

"Mm," Alex leaned up and kissed his boyfriend one more time. "Hope is good."

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[saturn7162]

I Deserve to Bleed (Another Steven Universe fic sorry)

i love steven universe get off my case

This song doesn't belong to me nor does steven universe btw

Perilite climbed up to his loft bedroom and sat facing the window and reached for his guitar. He let it rest softly in his hands and he sighed. He strummed a few cords and waited patiently to get a firm grasp on his emotions. Once he fully understood himself he began his song. 

“I wanna rip out my intestines, throw them in the sea.” He began, only playing a few notes at a time.

“I wanna raise the money to invest in plastic surgery.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cold glass of the window. 

“I wanna cover myself head to toe in super sexy scars ‘cause I mean, aren't you supposed to burn if you’re a star?” He sped up his playing, filling the house with his music. 

“I want to be torn apart excruciatingly. I punish my body ‘cause it’s not good enough for me!” He called out. 

“The scary thoughts are spreading like a weed, the thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed.”

“I wanna take a knife and draw a line across my chest. I wanna feel much better than I do when I am at my best” A few stray tears leaked from his eyes and fell onto his lap.

“I wanna fly away from my own skin and find a better place” Two white wings erupted from his back and spread themselves gloriously before folding back. 

“I wanna slash across what used to be my face..” He inhaled softly, taking in a breath to prepare himself for the next verse. 

“I want to be torn apart excruciatingly, I punish my body ‘cause it’s not good enough for me!”

“The scary thoughts are spreading like a weed, the thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed…”

“They say that it gets better but I guess that was a lie, I guess we all just fake it ‘till we die.” His brows furrowed as more tears streamed down his face. 

“Sympathy and love we can extend to someone else, but it's harder when you have to love yourself…” His voice dropped as he wrapped himself in his wings. 

“I want to be torn apart excruciatingly. I punish my body ‘cause it’s not good enough for me…” He began slowing down as the song came to an end. 

“The scary thoughts are spreading like a weed. The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed. The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed. The thoughts that say that I deserve to bleed.” He set his guitar back onto its shelf, letting out a choppy sigh.

As he turned around he gasped softly as Steven, Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl looked at him with saddened and worried looks on their faces. 

“I-I-” He tried to explain but was cut off as Pearl leapt up to hug him. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she hugged him close, muttering things about how she should have noticed his feelings earlier. 

Steven climbed up onto the loft and hugged him along with Garnet and Amethyst.

“‘I’m sorry if I woke you up Steven…” Perilite said bashfully hugging them back.

“Hush now..” Steven said groggily, bringing a finger to Perilite’s lips. Amethyst wriggled out of the hug and waddled over to Perilite’s bed, slipping under the covers and quickly falling asleep. Garnet soon followed, instead laying on top of the blankets. Then Steven, then surprisingly Pearl who opened her arms for him. He smiled shyly and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer to him as he laid down and slowly drifted off to sleep. 

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[reyphorian-art]

Hey Azurite. Or Raven. Whichever it is you go by these days. It's been almost 8 years since I cut contact with you. I was thinking recently about how it's been 10 years since we met. I wonder if you've grown as a person in all that time, if you realized the weight of the things you did to me, the things you let be done to me by Steven. Have you treated your other partners better than you did to me? I hope so. They deserve better than what I was given. A lot has changed for me in the years. I developed c-PTSD that was officially diagnosed in 2019, around the same time I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia which developed as a direct result of the PTSD. The trauma the two of you caused me has led to me living every day in constant pain. I'm always exhausted, I'm not as active as I used to be. Some days it's a struggle to do basic self care. I have to take a lot of medications to manage the pain but they don't do much, mostly just help me sleep at night. I don't get nightmares as often as I used to. The last one was maybe 5 or 6 months ago? It's not as bad as they were several years ago when I would wake up feeling so disgusting and tainted that I needed to set myself on fire and burn into nothingness to get rid of the sensations. Now I just feel a little gross for a couple days like when a squick gets stuck in my head and comes back every so often throughout the day. I'm managing agoraphobia too, something that got so bad I had to drop out of college because I was terrified of seeing you on campus. You might remember seeing me there one day, it was in the morning and you were standing there talking to someone. I was scared of ending up in the same class as you, and when I found out you were working at the mall near my house, I felt scared of even leaving my house. It took so much to work through that to see doctors to help with the pain and depression. I could be working at a job or on a degree for college right now, but instead I live in constant pain that will never go away, because of you. Because of Steven.

It's not all bad though. I have cats. We had 3 up until recently and then accidentally adopted three more that were strays. One of them, Dart, is my baby. He's a sweet boy with anxiety and allergies like me. I came out as trans in 2015 and in 2020 I got top surgery, and I'm thinking of going on T soon. I also dated a few people, you probably remember Collin. He was good to me, gave me hope that I would find someone who loves me. There were some others, Eli, Chibi, Pidge. They were all shitty, started off really nice, I was so happy with them but they ended up emotionally neglecting me or expecting me to take care of all their problems. I came out of those relationships with knowledge of my needs and learned to be more assertive, something I struggled to do with you. When I'm hurt I don't let people try to turn it on me like I did something wrong for being honest about my feelings, something you constantly did and refused to speak to me until I begged for forgiveness. I don't let people mistreat or take advantage of me anymore.

Sometimes I think about unblocking you on my personal account, wondering if at some point you might decide to message me. Part of me hopes you will. Sometimes I think about me messaging you. I don't think I could though, just looking back on the last few messages I sent made me feel sick enough that I wanted to throw up. I don't know if talking to you at this point, after all this time would give me closure or if it would just hurt me more and open up old wounds. I hope you see this. I hope some mutual of ours shows it to you and you read what I have to say. I hope you've grown, I hope you've become a better person than you used to be, I hope you treat the people you date with respect and love. I hope someday I can fully recover from the abuse you put me through. It's slow but looking back on how things were 4 years ago, a lot has changed, the scars are healing and fading. I'm getting better each day that passes by.

#digital #aurey eden #vent

[lostinyourfacade]

Happy pride month! Steven’s top surgery scars appear as stars in a constellation. 

#Here Comes a Thought (headcanons)

[thatone-highlighter]

I had,,,, a thought,,,,

#this is mildly cursed #this actually occurred to me when my friend was showing me stuff for his Owl House AU #incredible I know #just #pink Marcy #I love them #I forgot that to see their scar they'd have to be shirtless #so I gave them top surgery scars #sorry I don't make the rules #did it only just now occur to me that they're only 13 and it makes no sense for them to have top surgery scars #maybe #eh it's fine #anyway Enby!Marcy #they're dead but it's fine #I fixed it #Steven universe #Amohibia #marcy #marcy wu #lion #lars #trans marcy #scars #idk #death #??? I guess??? #Tree Man Posts

[thinginthehills]

he’s at the beach

#steven universe #trans steven #trans steven universe #su #trans su #bare chest tw #top surgery scars #art tag

[marvelhellscape]

Transmasc Moon System

I'm not projecting, but I am very much projecting.

Marc felt uncomfortable in his body all of his life but never considered why. As he became aware of his DID he assumed that was it, and so he would dress more masculine because he told himself that "Steven likes to dress like this". Eventually, he began to use the nickname 'Marc' over his birth name, and when he was old enough, Marc left to get away from his family.

When he left, Marc began to wonder if his bodily discomfort was because he wasn't the "original" and he went through a bit of a crisis. He eventually blocked any thought of that out, and he buried himself in the army and his work. In uniform, his dysphoria wasn't as big of a problem. He was a soldier first, and when discharged, Marc kept some sort of uniform.

Marc died at the foot of Khonshu, and when brought back to life as Moon Knight, Marc found himself in a very masculine suit. The chest plate hid his naturally feminine chest, and the armor left his sex ambiguous. He loved it and as Moon Knight, he became the man, Marc Spector. His history wasn't important anymore, and the woman he was 'supposed to be' was lost.

Through underground connections, Marc gets onto hormones. He learns that top surgery is an option, and he negotiated with Khonshu to allow his body vulnerability through the surgery. Khonshu heals his scars and wounds as soon as he is out of the hospital, and Mark is left with a flat chest. There are no scars when Khonshu heals him.

Layla and Marc get together due to the same reasons, and Marc has to reluctantly inform her that he isn't cis. She praises his surgeon, and she has no issue with his anatomy (bi Layla rights).

Steven takes place as the host due to trauma. They've been on hormones for a few years. In the headspace, Steven looks similar to the body on hormones, and the only issue is his junk. Steven experiences lots of amnesia and strong dissociation connected to his genitals, and he doesn't know his dick isn't real. Layla is the one to break it to Steven that his body is female. She realizes in the way he talks about himself that he doesn't know, and she comforts him as he freaks out.

Jake doesn't care about the body. He shrugs off questions about his gender and lets people use any pronouns when referring to him specifically. They have fronted before to beat someone up when they misgendered Steven, but that's another story. He will protect his system.

(Bonus: Jake's inner world image isn't clearly male or female. He is the boots-on-the-ground cab driver, and the situation he is needed for affects whether he is that rough man Jake, Jackie, or just Khonshu's friend)

#trans moon knight #trans steven grant #trans jake lockely #trans marc spector #trans hc #moon knight system #moon knight spoilers #moon knight #layla el faouly #bi layla #trans masculine #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #khonshu #marvel #worldbuilding #concept #idea

[foofyschmoofer]

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Tagged by the fantabulous @alyssalenko. Thanks, lovely ❤️

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GENERAL-

Name: Rebekah Leigh Shepard

Alias(es): Bex (unless you're Hackett, if you call her Rebekah she will punch you), Half Pint (Zaeed's called her this since the day they met when she was six), Kid (likewise Wrex has called her this since she was actually a kid lmao)

Gender: Female

Age: currently 31

Birthdate: April 11, 2154

Place of birth: Vancouver

Hometown: Newcastle, Northumbria, UK

Spoken language(s): English, Krogan (mostly swearing), High Asari

Sexual preference: pansexual

Occupation: former Alliance commander, former Spectre, bounty hunter, general galactic menace (according to Sparatus probably)

APPEARANCE-

Eye color: pale blue

Hair color: naturally, blonde; currently, probably black or red

Height: 5'3"

Scars: small one through her left eyebrow from when she was shoved down a flight of stairs as a child, a c-shaped one beside and a bullet hole above her right eye from being shot in the face a la Zaeed's betrayal, a brand (like cattle brand) on her left forearm in the shape of the Blue Suns logo - all of these were done by Vido; a similar brand of the 10th Street Reds logo on the inside of her left wrist; innumerable tiny cuts on her face from the end of the Shadow Broker fight; six bullet wounds from Torfan; surgery scars on her left shoulder from the Battle for the Citadel; several burn scars from a house fire and from when she was set on fire by bullies at the orphanage when she was a child

FAVORITE-

Color: the pale blue of Hackett's eyes

Hair Color: dark brown

Song: Bugger Off, Fiddlers Green

Food: Chocolate chip waffles/pancakes

Drink: Asari whiskey

HAVE THEY-

Passed university: Yes? I think?

Had sex: Yes

Had sex in public: Not in public but in a public place-- at several hockey games with Kaidan, and several times at the opera with Hackett.

Gotten pregnant: Not yet

Kissed a boy: Yes

Kissed a girl: Yes

Gotten tattoos: she is a certified stigmatophile

Gotten piercings: four in each ear; one in each nipple

Been in love: Yes, with Kaidan and Hackett

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: Several times

ARE THEY-

A virgin: not since was 16

A cuddler: Yes

A kisser: Yes

Scared easily: scared? no; startled easily? absolutely

Jealous easily: No

Dominant: when the mood strikes

Submissive: more often than not, yes

In love: Yes

Single: No

RANDOM QUESTIONS-

Have they harmed themselves: Zaeed would say yes, as she made herself sick often as a child so Vido couldn't use her on jobs where biotics were required

Thought of suicide: No

Attempted suicide: No

Wanted to kill someone: Vido Santiago is at the top of her kill list

Have / had a job: currently a bounty hunter

Have any fears: losing those close to her

FAMILY-

Sibling(s): She's an only child

Parent(s): Her mother Moira died during the First Contact War; her biological father John as MIA during First Contact, they reconnected the night Zaeed was betrayed by Vido, and then was killed in a car accident when Bex was 11; Zaeed raised her from the age of six, co-parented with John until John's death, and then formally adopted Bex when she got back from BAaT.

Children: None yet

Significant other: Admiral Steven Hackett

Pet(s): John and Zaeed gave her a chocolate lab named Chip for her 10th birthday and he's still alive as of 2184. Hackett gave her two kittens she named Holly Golightly (Golly) and Regina (Reggie) for their first (second?) wedding anniversary.

#foofy does a meme #bex shepard