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thelostgirl21 · 3 months

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I wish there was a way to clearly say:

I'm personally comfortable being called a "woman", only because I have the sexual dimorphism typically associated with a female of the human species, and that's how other people see me as when they look at my physical appearance; nothing more.

While making 100% sure not to accidentally bring any harm to the trans community, or making it sound like one's gender identity should always match their physical appearance, when that's far from being the case.

Because, until very recently, I'd always been calling myself "a girl", or "a woman" exclusively based on how I physically look.

To me, defining myself as "a woman", has always been the equivalent of describing an external characteristic of my body that others are able to see.

- I'm a woman.

- I'm 5'7''.

- I have brown eyes.

- etc.

It's always been exactly the same to me. It's what you can physically see, not who I am.

Somehow, it's like I completely forgot to develop a sense of personal identity tied to "being a woman" while I was growing up.

I could wake up tomorrow with a body that has the sexual dimorphism of a male of my species instead, have everyone call me a man and suddenly have to live my life as one, and I'd have only ONE problem with it.

Just the one.

My partner is a heterosexual man, so that would be a challenge.

But otherwise, I think I'd just be really curious to explore the physiological differences between my prior body and my new body, and then move on with my life without changing a single thing to the things I like, my behavior in general, personal interests, probably the way I like to dress, too, etc.

I'd just be "looking more masculine" while doing it.

It would be like having blonde short hair instead of my current brown long hair.

The rest of the world would treat me differently as a man, sure! But that wouldn't reflect how I identify or feel inside about who I am.

Just how others now see me as and choose to socially treat me.

My gender, to me, is something that's always existed outside of myself.

I have no personal use for it, nor is it a part of my personality.

I guess I've often been gender-non-conforming, too, not because I was attempting to rebel against my own gender, felt a need to distance myself from the binary, or anything... But just because I've never seen the point of it.

I've had boyfriends telling me that it was like I wanted to be the "man in the relationship", and being upset that I wasn't letting them play their role at times (that hasn't really been an issue with women, oddly enough); and I broke up with them without looking back, because what the fuck was that even supposed to mean?

I wasn't trying to behave like a man or a woman, I was just being myself, and adopting the social roles and behaviors I'm comfortable with. If you can't love me as I am, then what am I supposed to do?

Younger, I've had little boys back at school telling me that "it was weird for a girl to like certain things or express herself a certain way", and my response has always pretty much been to shrug, go "guess I'm a weird girl then", and then continue doing things my way.

(Yes, I'm aware that I've been very privileged to live in a world where I've merely been occasionally bullied or suffered verbal micro-agressions for ignoring the social standards set for "little girls"... Then again, I've probably embraced some of them!

I loved playing with my "He-Man and the Masters of the Universe set", or walking around with a lightsaber pretending to be Luke Skywalker... But I was cool with "My Little Poney" (the originals) and "Rainbow Bright", too!

Like I said, I wasn't trying to be "non-conforming", I just liked whatever I liked!

I was also lucky enough that my parents fully allowed me to go for what I enjoyed in terms of toys, games, activities, playmates, etc., regardless of gender.

And my physical appearance as a child occasionally had people mistaking me for a boy. So, perhaps, the other adults that saw me behave as one in public assumed I was one, and thus put less pressure on me to behave in a way that would have been deemed more "feminine" than "masculine".

By the point I really started looking more "feminine" (like I do now), I guess I'd moved past caring about it, and/or had reached a point where it made no sense to me that it would suddenly have been upsetting that I occasionally behaved "as a boy" or enjoyed "boy things" now when, until then, it had always been perfectly fine and well accepted that I did!

I guess there's something to be said about the influence of early socialisation, and how adults in the social environment of a child respond to a young child's gender, in the level of importance they might instinctively give to it later on.)

Like, I'm pretty sure that, if I were to ask you to determine my gender based on my looks alone (while fully giving you permission to do it), especially when I'm performing on stage wearing makeup, you'd go "you're a woman!" with a fair level of confidence!

But that's just it! To me that's just the way I look. A stylistic choice based on the way my body chose to develop, if you will.

What drives me nuts, though, is that I have zero problem empathizing with the trans community and their need to express their own gender identity, because I know what it feels like to need to be seen and respected as one's authentic self!

You tell me you identify as a woman, a man, agender, genderfae, etc., and/or feel a need to express it? Be yourself, and rock that gender! It is who you are, and it is your right to own it!

The fact that I feel like I don't have any particular use or need for gender doesn't mean that it can't be important for others, and that they don't have a use or need for it themselves.

Just because I don't intimately understand it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist or doesn't matter. It doesn't mean that I can't support, and actively advocate for proper gender recognition and respect in schools and other public places.

I "get it" without "getting it", if you will.

The problem, however, is that I am extremely uncomfortable with the idea that, if I identify as a "woman", people will assume that it means more to me than "I physically look female".

That it will be assumed that I emotionally and psychologically connect with my gender, and feel a need to express it, or a sense of attachment and belonging to the woman gender.

After having called the way my physical body "looks" to others on the outside "being a woman" for decades, it's hard for me to suddenly go "being a woman is not the same as passing for a woman, it's about the gender you identify with inside..." and stop calling myself a woman, because I feel like I've no gender identity inside of myself.

But "agender" doesn't quite feel right to me, either, because I'd never had any problem with the idea of being a woman, until I learned that I was supposed to give a damn about being a woman, and personally connect with my gender, that is.

And "gender non-conforming" doesn't sound quite right, either, because I'm not trying to avoid conforming to the woman gender, or expressing a different gender than the one that was assigned to me at birth.

They basically gave me a gender based on my genitalia when I was born, and I went "Yeah, sure! I guess I can look the part... Why not?"; while ignoring the whole social instructions booklet and guidelines that went with it.

So lately, every time someone has asked me what my gender is, or what gender I identify with, I've had a tendency to freeze, panic, and mentally go:

Like the idea of my having a gender makes no internal sense to me. It's not something I can relate to, "vibe with", or identify with.

Is there a way to respectfully say "I'm calling myself a woman for convenience's sake, because that's the gender traditionally associated with the way I look, and I'm okay with having grown into a feminine appearance by default? But please, don't assume it means anything to me beyond that, or expect me to behave, dress, or do anything according to the woman gender."

I've been using "gender apathetic" in an attempt to convey it, but is that really what it means, and how most people understand it?

Basically, I feel like my answers to these questions would be:

- What physical look do you most resemble? Woman / feminine / female.

- What gender do you identify with? None.

- Do you feel comfortable being called a woman, and her / she pronouns, based on the way you look? Yes.

How do you freaking call or define that?

Non-internalized cisgenderism?

#Gender theory #Non-internalized gender issues #Gender apathetic #Agender #Transgender #My posts #My thoughts #My very very confused thoughts re: whatever my gender identity is meant to be!#Hopefully none of what I've written will be perceived as dismissive or offensive.#I'm genuinely trying to figure out where I stand or fit in all of this...#Personal

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fervency-if · 1 year

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Fervency - A Carnivorous Interactive Story

Fervency (link here) is an entirely text based interactive horror/drama game written in Choice Script. It's a work in progress, about 400 000 words at the moment.

After getting cured from a vicious plague by a mysterious physician, you begin to feel some strange and unfamiliar cravings - namely a fervent desire for flesh or blood. When attending a lavish masquerade, your nagging hunger or thirst get harder and harder to withstand.

Hidden behind your mask of choice, you need to decide how to deal with your yearning belly or parched throat. Whether to feast, to fast, or take a more 'medical' approach. Whether to accept your bloodthirst, embrace it, or distract yourself from it.

The game will contain two parts. Part I was, at the beginning, meant to be a stand-alone game, and can therefore be played as such. It has about twenty alternative endings, large and small. Part II is a work in progress. The ones that are currently being worked on are:

The Physician's path - You decided to pursue the 'medical' arts with the secretive Physician as your companion.

The Metropolitan path - You decided to go to the city with Aubrey as your companion, living a decadent life of excess.

More paths to come.

Play as male, female, or non-binary - with a choice to be cisgender, transgender, or keeping it undisclosed - and romance or befriend male, female, and non-binary characters. Each romance is fully open for allosexual and asexual main characters alike.

This is a game intended for an adult audience; violence and a whole lot of blood is to be expected in the vast majority of the branches - the violence isn't gratuitous, but it is there, being an ingrained part of the story and atmosphere at large - and the story also contains somewhat explicit (fully optional) sexual content.

Choice of Games Forum thread (it's in the adult category.)

Some information about the current love interests:

Love interests that you meet in Part I:

The Physician (female, bisexual) - A curious, secretive, and intelligent woman with a passion for medicine - even though her methods of healing are quite unconventional indeed. She doesn't want to tell you too much about herself until she trusts you enough. She seeks a friend or a lover who wants to cure rather than kill, and who she feels comfortable opening up to.

Physical appearance: She is tall, with broad shoulders and a curvy, strong-looking figure. Her hair is black, long, and wavy, and her skin is light brown. She has dark brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, an aquiline nose, and a mouth with a full upper lip and defined lower lip. She is rarely seen without her beaked mask. She favours fancy dresses, especially if they're royal blue.

Aubrey Carmel (male, bisexual) - A hedonistic, amorous, and quite unhinged young man, ravenous and ferocious. He takes great delight in the uncanny and the macabre. He's the son of the Mayor of the village, but holds no interest in politics whatsoever - instead, morbid visual art is his forte. He constantly seeks joy, delight, and pleasure, and would love to experience this with you.

Physical appearance: He looks altogether delicate - from his facial features, to his short stature and slight build. He's got golden blond, curly hair, a pointy chin, a pointy Cupid's bow and a full lower lip, pale skin, and faint circles underneath his eyes. He loves luxurious yet comfortable silky lounge wear, and wears gold-rimmed spectacles.

Love interests that you meet in the Physician's path:

Roswhen Acer (non-binary, bisexual) - A friendly and charming person who makes their coin playing the flute. They love music and fashion, and always tries to look classy and sharp despite their slim purse. They have a quite excitable demeanour, and would adore to share their excitement and a good amount of smiles with you.

They are of medium height, and on the slimmer side of medium build. Their skin is brown, and their hair, which is often tied up in elaborate styles, is a dark shade of reddish brown. They've got large, dark eyes, a soft mouth, and high cheekbones. They often dress in wine red clothes with floral ornaments, roses being their signature symbol.

Elan Vega (male, bisexual) - A shy, sensitive, and gloomy man with a dry sense of humour, who worked as a woodcutter before falling ill from the plague. He's a tad rough around the edges, and can come off as impolite at times, but this is more due to his jittery nerves and lack of social grace than actual rudeness. He desires a friend or a lover that he can feel safe, secure, and comfortable with.

Physical appearance - He's tall, with a firm, muscular build. His hair is dark brown and wavy, he has a stubble beard, dark green, upturned eyes, a prominent, straight nose, and light brown skin. He dresses for comfort instead of style, wearing plain colours, tunics that are a size or two too large and loose-fitting trousers. He has a fondness for scarves.

Love interests that you meet in the Metropolitan path:

Vesa Rice (female, bisexual) - A chipper, fun-loving, sociable, and easygoing woman who owns a art gallery/lounge called The Masque. She's interested in unconventional art, as well as fun yet glamorous clothes. She always looks snappy, and is often seen with a glass of Absinthe in her hand. She looks for a friend or a lover who can bring smile after smile to her face.

Physical appearance: She is about medium height, of medium build, and with a narrow figure. She has got dark hair in a pageboy haircut, tan-looking skin, wide dark blue eyes, and a small mouth. Her lips are just about always painted a vibrant shade of red. She has a fondness for jewelry, feathers, and headpieces.

Narciso Dela Nougerede (male, bisexual) - A poised and cunning man with a heavenly voice, who's music, beauty, elegance, and charisma makes his fans swoon... and more. Due to being a castrato, his voice is a rare sort indeed. He has a calm and pleasant demeanour, but holds many a secret, some more open than others. He looks for understanding, someone who accepts him for his internal qualities.

Physical appearance: He is very tall, with a full, plump, and soft figure. His facial features are soft yet chiseled. He's got wide hazel eyes, full lips, fair and smooth skin, and large, shiny curls of auburn hair. He has a characteristic little birthmark underneath his right eye. He dresses in soft colours, fine fabrics, and fancy jewelry.

A few of the upcoming love interests are Bess Cosette (lesbian woman,) Francesco Bianchi-Sweetbriar (gay man,) Maryam Aisling (bisexual woman,) and Bryars Tamarisk (bisexual man.) You can interact with these particular people at the feast to get a feel for them.

#interactive fiction #choice script #horror #fervency #interactive horror

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duckprintspress · 3 months

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Meet Aether Beyond the Binary Contributors Sebastian Marie, Lyonel Loy, and Elior Haley!

As we enter the last few days of the Kickstarter crowdfunding campaign for Aether Beyond the Binary, we’re introducing the last few of our authors. Today, meet Sebastian Marie, Lyonel Loy, and Elior Haley! We’re really excited to be featuring these three authors contributing to this fantastic collection of 17 stories set in modern aetherpunk settings where the technology runs on magic, all starring characters outside the gender binary.

Un Charco, Un Lago by Sebastian Marie

About Sebastian: Sebastian Marie (he/him) is an engineering student with a lot of opinions about dragons, pirates, and sword fighting. Track him down on Ao3 or Tumblr and he’ll share these opinions gladly, just be prepared for music and some excited shouting. His original works often combine fantasy and dystopia into what he calls “queer fantasy hopepunk,” something that will be explored in his future novels. He loves to write conflicting traditional and non-traditional family dynamics, especially where they intersect with queer relationships. And if he can throw werewolves and brujas into the mix? So much the better. When not writing, frantically studying, or reading, he can be found singing loudly, sewing impractical coats, and going on long rambling walks while plotting stories (and occasionally falling into rivers).

Also, he’s also the guitarist and one of the lyricists of folk punk band Here Be Dragons, who hope to have their debut EP out near the end of Fall, 2023.

This is his third time writing for Duck Prints Press, having previously contributed to Aim For the Heart and She Wears the Midnight Crown. This brings his grand total of published works up to three! He’s looking forward to more, as soon as he gets some sleep.

Links: Archive of Our Own | Tumblr

This is Sebastian’s third contribution to a Duck Prints Press anthology. His first contribution was in the masquerade-themed anthology She Wears the Midnight Crown, and his second in Aim For The Heart: Queer Fanworks Inspired by Alexandre Dumas’s “The Three Musketeers” – which, mostly coincidentally, has been released on our website TODAY!

Title: Un Charco, Un Lago

Excerpt:

The person who answers the door to the townhouse is short, brown, and incredibly tired looking. Victorie sees this look a lot in her line of work; plumbing disasters really take a lot out of people. He adjusts the strap of his work bag on his shoulder and begins his spiel.

“Hello, Hola, English or Español?”

“Ingles,” the person responds before yawing. “but either is good.” They scratch at their shoulder, which is covered in paint-splattered overalls and a worn blue polo shirt.

“All right. My name is Technician Victorie, public works wizard at your service.” Victorie points to her name tag that helpfully states “he/him” and “she/her” under his name. “And you must be Lago Cabrera? Elle/le or they/them?” Victorie reads off her paper.

“Yes.”

“Do I have your permission to inspect the problem, a…” Victorie consults the paper.

“The sink is throwing up.” Lago says bluntly.

We Might Contain Multitudes by Lyonel Loy

About Lyonel: Lifelong maladaptive daydreamer, finally working up the courage to write those daydreams down. Spends time cosplaying as a Responsible Adult With A Job.

This is Lyonel’s first time writing with Duck Prints Press.

Title: We Might Contain Multitudes

Excerpt:

There are master crafters in the sleepy hills of New England, waiting amongst the silent ward stones.

The first has eyes like a spider’s, arrayed out neatly in rows, and the spider eyes sparkle in a riot of colors that Kwok’s human eyes should not have been able to see.

The next has no mouth yet whispers ceaseless, an uninterrupted flow of half recognizable words in a myriad of voices and a myriad of tongues like a mountain stream in heavy rain, swirling over and around itself like dancing water.

The last is Guo, whose name is not truly Guo. Guo, who could be any ordinary young man on the streets of Ipoh or Singapore or Seoul except for their eternal eyes, and yet it is they who scare Kwok most of all.

Epiphanies of Friendship, and Other White Whales by Elior Haley

About Elior: Elior has spent much of the past few years primarily writing for fanfic exchanges. Currently, he’s in the process of slowly working his way through university. When not writing or studying, he can be found binding books, drawing, ice skating, and—very occasionally—playing the violin. His story in Aether Beyond the Binary is his first published work.

This is Elior’s first time writing with Duck Prints Press.

Title: Epiphanies of Friendship, and Other White Whales

Excerpt:

There was no such thing as night and day, deep in aetherspace, but it was during Raisel’s resting time that the song woke her from sleep, deep and low and rolling in her bones. She felt it more than she heard it, its vibrations layering on top of the omnipresent hum of the gravity generator and engines. At once she sat up in her narrow bunk, heart beating jackrabbit-quick; she tried to calm her shaking limbs for a moment before realizing that the tremors were from the song.

It was like nothing she had heard before. No words she knew felt adequate to describe it; it was both beautiful and eerie, and somewhere between her bones and her soul she felt something call to her.

Halfway down the corridor, still in her sleeping clothes, Charlie caught her elbow.

“Where are you going?” they asked.

With less than 5 days left in our campaign, we are 83% funded. Time is running out to back the Kickstarter to buy your copy of Aether Beyond the Binary and help us raise the funds we need to bring this anthology into print! Become a backer TODAY!

#duck prints press #aetherpunk #aether beyond the binary #sebastian marie #elior haley #lyonel loy

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fukuokanodivision · 4 months

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“What’s wrong little puppet? Have you lost control of your strings?”

Introduction

Mai Yousei is the 2nd member of Fukuoka’s rap team, OverDrive. They’re known by their MC name “Shuiro.” A bubbly; gender conflicted dancer, Mai marches to a strong beat of their own drum and loves to go on adventures. After an illegal mic attack, they’ve suffered from a weak body. Despite that, they’ve managed to make it stronger than they anticipated. Along with Eko and Yuno, they’ll embark on a journey where they can’t go back, even if they wanted to.

Mai is a young adult in their early 20s and is both the youngest and tallest member of OverDrive, They have short coffee brown hair and a pair of vermilion eyes that sparkle with curiosity. They have 1 scarlet helix on their right ear and a mole on their chin.

Mai’s attire is a black/neon red street corset with their quote in neon red font, under a black varsity jacket with neon red trim. From the waist down, they wear a neon red belt, a black/neon red checkered miniskirt with blood red wrapping, black heels and a neon red SnapBack hat with an electric blue music note on the front.

Name Meaning

Mai- (まい) - ま (Ma) which means “A Pause In Time” and い (I) which means “Stomach.”

Yousei- (要請) - 要 (Kaname) which means “Pivot/Vital Point” and 請 (Qing) which means “Invite.”

Aliases

Mai-Eko

Mai Mai/Mai-san-Yuno

Watashi-Pronoun

Biographical Info

Gender- Non-binary

Age-23

Birthday-January 9th

Ethnicity-Japanese

Hair Colour-Coffee brown

Eye Colour-Vermilion

Height-6,0

Weight-75kg

Star Sign-Capricorn

Piercings-1 scarlet helix on right ear

Markings-1 mole on chin.

Family-Mother (Ran away), Father.

Voiced By-Sumi Tomomi Jiena (Rapping)

Fun Facts

MC Name-Shuiro

Occupation-Professional dancer, 2nd division member

Division-Fukuoka

Position-2nd Member

Favourite Food-Assorted chocolates

Least Favourite Food-Octopus

Likes-Dancing, Excerise, Being with their teammates

Dislikes-Misgendering people, needles, enclosed spaces

Hypnosis Microphone

Mai’s hypnosis mic is a black/red recording mic with a pop filter. Once activated, The mic’s pop filter shows a hologram of their present location, which ties in with their rap ability.

Their speakers take the form of a multicoloured dance pad that flashes many colours according to Mai’s rapping and movement. There are also vibrant dance pad arrows that fly around and light up with their rapping and opponents movement.

Their rap ability “Puppet Master” grants them telekinetic abilities. Through forced mimicry on their speakers, Mai is able to telekinetically manipulate their opponents and any state of matter (Similarly to Yuno’s ability, but with less freedom.) Offstage, Forces such as time and motion can also be manipulated, but without any mimicry of movement.

Mai’s rapping revolves around the hardships of life and how careless people can be. They mostly incorporate themes of struggle and doubt which puts their listener on edge for their presence. Aside from that, they also rap more about how much pain somebody can go through, mostly from their past experiences.

Personality

Mai at first glance is a bouncing ball of energy, which is mostly shown by their ideas or gestures such as hugging. While they are energetic, they tend to also be more serious when need be. While dancing is a hard skill to master, They’ve already became more than just capable.

Inside their interior, they aren’t far from different. While they keep their energetic demeanour, other pieces also seep through. Other traits that Mai possesses include immense strength and a sense of persuasion. These skills mostly come in handy with dealing with opponents on Fukuoka’s streets.

Background

TBA

Trivia

-They like dancing, Exercise and being with their teammates. While they dislike misgendering people, Needles and enclosed spaces.

-Their favourite food is assorted chocoates, While their least favourite food is octopus.

#hypnosis mic oc

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azurlily · 4 months

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Isn't physiological horror and like thriller a really good genre? Okay maybe that's just me(and the others), but I love the idea of someone being genuinely crazy. Not the "oh I'm in love crazy" or the "oh I'm this horrible bad serial killer crazy". No, I want to be afraid every second that some fucked up shits going to happen.

So now were in our yandere phase and today I'm giving you something I think a lot of people with family issues will want and hate. Please read warnings. This is part 1 so it's pretty tame compared to what I have in store for the others. You'll get to see other perspectives next chapter. No smut until reader is 16+.

WARNING: this work contains mentions of past mental and physical abuse towards minors, the drugging of minors, the forcing of a minor to undress in front of adults, and reader gets kissed on the back while naked and drugged.

The men are platonic and only SOME (the daughters) women/non-binary characters will be romantic.

Have fun and dont hate us for this.

Our Unparalleled Love for You

"These are the Smith's, they're good people. They will also be your knew foster family for the time being."

A man in jeans and a nice dress shirt stood in front of two charming adults, he wasn't old. He definitely wasnt young either, you'd decided over time that you didn't like him. Mainly because every foster family he put you in was worse that the last, it might've not been his fault but you were going to blame him anyway.

You stood next to the man, slightly behind him. You weren't afraid of these people, you just didn't want to meet them. You stared at both the man and woman for a few minutes, taking in their features. The woman stood slightly in front of the man, she held a cane in one hand and the other was behind her. Holding the man's hand.

The woman was quite tall compared to you, about 5'9 maybe 5'10. The man was taller though, he looked over 6'0. You couldn't pinpoint exactly how tall, but he was definitely tall. You stared at the couple a bit longer, noticing a few concealed pins in the mans shaggy, blonde hair. You assumed his hair was a bit long, but maybe he preferred to hide it.

The womans hair wasn't short by any means, although you might not be able to tell how short because of the bun it was in. Her hair was tied in a beautiful and intricate bun, that you wouldn't understand how to do for the life of you. The lady had midnight dark hair, and it almost looked like it had a blue-ish hue to it.

They're were both elegance defined. The womans eyes were a bright and beautiful brown, her eyes were on you. Like you were the only thing that she wanted in that very moment. The man has a a small smile, or maybe he's not smiling and you're just imagining it. The man has bright blue eyes, they look like the ocean.

You remember one of the families you used to live with, they lived in Florida and went to the beach often. Not that you ever got to go with them, but you remember the house being close to the ocean.

"Mr and Mrs Smith, this is Y/N. She's a good behaved girl, and I promise that she'll only be with you for a few months."

The man next to you gets closer and whispers into your ear, "You better not fuck this up. These people have good money, and they're wasting it on you."

You looked up at the man and woman and watched their small smiles turn into disapproving frowns. The woman grips her cane harder than before looking between you and the man for a moment.

"I think we'll bring her home now, thank you for the meeting. We'll see you in a week."

The womans voice is silly smooth. You shiver slightly at hearing her cane drag on the ground just before she begins walking. The woman grabbed your shoulder and roughly pulled you to her. For a moment this felt like some sort of transaction, and you were feeling more than uncomfortable.

You began walking to the car with the two new people. The woman had her hand on your shoulder the entire time, meanwhile the man strode in front of you. You all stop in front of a large black car, it looked sleek and brand new. The man opens up the passenger door, and the backseat door.

You look at the two, slowly getting in car. You sit down and immediately notice that the seats warm, actually the entire back seat is warm. It feels sort of weird, and kind of cozy. You weren't against it, but you've never had this luxury before so it isn't something your used to.

You buckly yourself up and the Smiths make start the car. You hear your voice repeated a few times, your head snapped up. How many times had they called your name before you knew it? Were they going to yell at you now that you were in private?

". . .Y/N? Are you listening?"

You shook your head yes, apologizing for not hearing them. Your head goes up,but your eyes stay glued to the ground. You didn't want to get yelled at for making eye contact with them.

"Well sweetie, we were asking if you were hungry. Are you? If you want to eat something, we can get some food on the way home."

You heard the womans voice again, you noticed her husband didn't seem too inclined to speak with you. That was okay, as long as he wasn't mad. "No, I'm not-"

Your stomach growled loudly in protest to your words, you'd been caught. You blush and close your eyes. You were somewhat embarrassed, but also a little bit afraid. You hear the woman laugh, and the man chuckle. It sounded genuine, like they found it cute.

The woman speaks again, and you notice the man is turning into your favorite fast food restaurant. Lucky you. "Well honey, were here anyways so why dont we get some grub? What would you like? If you want a little something sweet, that's fine too. In fact I want a shake!"

You laugh, she was trying to make you feel comfortable. You've seen it before, and you enjoyed it every time. You tell her your order and the man finally speaks, ordering all of yalls food. His voice was deep and sounded mean, you didn't know how to describe it. He just sounded mean.

Once your handed your food and drink you sit and wait. You didn't want to get yelled at for eating in the car. The woman noticed and stared at you oddly. "You can eat. I really dont mind, I mean I'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I ate but didn't let you."

She continued eating, and you began eating yourself. You were quite happy, these people seemed nice. Although generally, the people that were nice didn't have nice kids. You groaned internally, hoping these people taught their kids right.

"Ah, I completely forgot- you can call me Ophelia and my husband is Arthur. We understand that calling us mom and dad isn't something you're ready for."

Mom and dad? These people are fostering you, not adopting you. You looked up for a moment to say something, but the look on Arthur and Ophelias faces said it all. She knew what she said, and she didn't stutter. They both wanted you to say something, they wanted to put you in your place.

Your eyes went back down, you looked at your food for a moment and then continued eating.

The car comes to a stop and your door is once again opened. You get your food and step out of the car, you look around and see a large mansion. Just how rich were these people? You're ushered into the house, standing in a large open space. After a bit of walking, you noticed two large and winding staircases. Standing on the sides of them were about 10 butler's and maids(per staircase).

You freeze up at seeing so many people, all with their heads bowed down and in such a large place. Arthur takes the eaten food and hands it to one of maids, you assume she was going to throw it away. You could've done it yourself, you didn't see the point of having her doing.

Your feel a hand against your back, it runs you gently; Ophelia. As if trying to comfort you, but instead you felt uncomfortable as hell. You tried to move away, just move around a bit so she got the idea. Instead she pulls you closer, you were now in a sort of side hug. She had her arms wrapped around your side, and she had you pressed into her side.

You squirm a bit more until Ophelia looks down at you. She didn't look annoyed or mad, simply disappointed. You hated that, this woman was holding you and all you could think about was how good it felt to be held. Fighting back was admittedly out of the question, and you definitely dont trust these people. You decide to indulge yourself, just this time, never again.

You give up fighting her and go limp in her arms, Ophelia looks more than pleased. You want to kick her, but you're afraid she'll do it back.

This woman was freakishly strong.

After a moment Arthur begins looking around the room, he speaks up. His voice had chilled, did he normally speak that way to his servants? "Where are the kids? I want them to meet their new sister."

You almost rolled your eyes, not this shit again. Unless they planned to adopt you, which you knee they wouldn't. They shouldn't be calling you their daughter, they dont even know you well enough!

One of the maids, her outfit was different from the rest, it had a large crest on both shoulders bowed her head a bit farther and walked closer to us. "I'm sorry sir, they're still at school. They shall be home in a few hours, we can pick them up early if you wish."

This woman sounded like she came out of a movie from the 1990's. You thought it was funny and laughed just slightly. You knew it was heard, but honestly that's their fault. If Ophelia didn't want to hear you laugh, she shouldn't have you practically on top of her.

Arthur shakes his head and huffs a bit. You thought it was stupid, how did he not know when his own kids were getting home? "Fine, I want her upstairs and in a room. I've gone over the procedure; bathing, skincare, all of that. Get it done."

With that Arthur walks out of the room, muttering something about poor planning. Ophelia lets you go, not before kissing your forehead and walking off. You would have found that sweet if that woman didn't give you the heebie jeebies.

The maid, whose name is Mary(her nametag) began to usher you upstairs. You thought she was bringing you into a bedroom, until you find yourself in a lavish bathroom with a large bath and shower. The shower was one of those glass boxes, and it look over 20 feet wide with multiple showerheads. Each looked different from the other.

The bath was ten times bigger, it was a large oval and there was a large shelf with soaps, hair washes, and skincare products. The large door to the room closes, and you're left with three maids. They all just stand and stare at you. Mary puts both her hands on your shoulders, pulling your arms up. "Take your clothes off or we'll do it for you."

Mary didn't sound like she was trying to threaten you, instead she talking as if she was nicely asking you to move. Although her words still properly registered in your head and you jumped away. "No, I can bathe myself! Just tell me how to turn on the shower and I'll be fine!"

Mary tuts loudly at you, she shakes her head and begins walking closer the two maids behind you doing the same. "Please take your clothes off or we will do it for you. Your parents instructed us to bathe you, and very clearly stated to not let you give yourself a shower."

You struggled and tried pushing them ladies away, it was five long minutes and you could feel yourself beginning to cry. Your fight or flight instincts had kicked in and you lost the fight. These people are freakishly strong. "Fine! Just please let me undress myself."

The three ladies all back away and you undress. You watcher as one of the maids was pouring Epsom salts into the water, you didn't even notice the water had turned on. You watched her pour a massive bag of the salts into the tub(didn't feel like a tub more liek a public bath) and it wasn't enough to cover even half of the bath.

You're guided into the water while the maids get some soaps and hair washes. You move around a bit in the water, it's a little under 5' feet deep. There are stairs and you just swim around trying to think. The water does feel nice, you feel almost protected by it. In a way you feel safer in the water, even if you are naked.

Your eyes were feeling puffy and felt like you wanted to cry again; you didn't. You didn't want to show these creeps how much power they held over you. You hear a beckoning voice and you walk back to the maids. You're sat on the steps, luckily the maids are willing to let you wash yourself but they're still doing your hair.

The maids turn around and start look at the shelves as you wash your body. You dont know what kind of body wash it was, but it felt amazing and you were smelling really good. After about ten minutes, the maids told you to sit and let them do your hair. You sat down on the steps, the warm water covered most of your body and it felt great. You could almost forget the warms tears that began to run down your face.

You sighed loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the bedroom you were placed in. The room was so big it could fit 12 elephants, and apparently it was now your room. When the maids had washed your hair it took them almost an hour and surprisingly the water stayed warm the whole time. Your hair had multiple products put it in and you were given a bonnet to keep you hair looking nice if you took a nap.

(Sorry I have curly hair and I wasn't thinking when I wrote this part. Yes, anyone(in my opinion)can wear a bonnet.)

The room looked bland, the bedsheets were a cream color and the walls were white. You get up and open a door, finding a bathroom. There is another big bathtub and shower, but no where near as big as the one from before. The color pattern matches; white. You close the door only to open another and find a walk-in closet. The closer was about a 1/4 of the rooms size. Your eyes bulged in surprise, goddamn these people are rich.

You notice a mirror in the closet and look at yourself. Despite wearing the bonnet, you're in pretty normal clothing. Just a shirt and some pants, you refused to wear the shorts. When asked why. . .you didn't reply. The maids had given in quickly to your ask for pants instead.

You see a clock in the normal part of the bedroom and notice its already been three hours. You hear a knock on the door and vocie calls out, it's Arthur.

"Y/N? The kids are here, please come downstairs."

You hear the sound of him walk away, and as much as you want to stay in the bedroom where its "safe", you're not taking chances. You open the door, expecting to see no one and instead are greeted by Arthur in front of the door. He smiles, he looks quite nice when he smiles. Unlike how he normally looks like an ass, he looks almost nervous now.

"Come now, downstairs."

Arthur puts his hand out, presumably for you to take it but you don't. Instead you just begin to walk, you hear a quiet hug behind you but choose to ignore it. You dont want to touch any of them, no matter how touch starved you are. These people have not show you, even slightly, that they can be trusted.

You walk down the winding stairs and see Ophelia with three kids standing next to her. Kids isn't the right descriptor, they look your age(15) and older. Two girls and one boy, all three are standing next to their mother like little guard dogs. It almost made you laugh at how protective they look.

You walk until you in front of them, they all look at you with somewhat indifference. You're something new and shiny, yet foreign and mysterious. Whether they liked you or not though, they'd put up an act in from of their parents. They each step up individually, as if everything they said and did in that moment was planned. It fucking was.

One after the other they performed their little parts, each looking up just slightly for their parents approval every so often.

"My name is Ezekiel, I'm 17. Lovely to meet you, Y/N."

Ezekiel has strawberry blonde hair, cut to find nicely around his head. No short, but not long. You're beginning to notice a pattern with the men in the family. His hair is a bit curly, but unlike his sisters his hair is more wavy. Ezekiel has- and you almost hate to admit this because you can tell this guys a prick- beautiful blue eyes. The look exactly like his fathers, except brighter. Ezekiel is only a bit shorter than his mom(5'9) and still taller than you.

Ezekiel bows his head in an almost exaggerated manner, he takes a few steps forward and holds out his hand to shake. You didn't want to cause any problems with him(you knew the kids could cause more problems than the adults sometimes) and going along with his show was the best way to do that. You shake his hand in a firm grip, you two make eye contact and he looks away as soon as you do.

You notice he stares at the ground then looks at his sisters, then his parents, then you. Where they like a weird hivemind and you didn't know? Would make sense...

The second one stepped up, you assume they were doing oldest to youngest. The girl has hair much like her mother; midnight black. She's gorgeous, and you can't help but blush a bit at how long you've stared at her. She's pretty and she knows it too. Her hair is a lot curlier than her brother and she has bouncy curls that go well with her back length hair. Her eyes are dark brown, they look like a murkier version of her moms.

She walks forward and makes a big show of hugging you. She laughs(and it sounded like it would be better described as a giggle) and presses her head into your neck for a moment. You pull away as soon as her grip lets up; the fuck was that?

Now she stands in front of you with an award winning smile, one that might've fooled you if not for how she grabbed you. When you hugged, her nails dug deeply into your back and you could practically feel your skin coming off. The girl towered over you, she's taller than Ezekiel; bitch got her dads genes.

Creepy bitch.

"Oh it's just great to meet you, our parents have been talking about you for the past few months! My names Rosette, and I'm just so happy to meet my new baby sister! I'm 16- turning 17 in a few months, uh- oh, my favorite color pallet are pastels! It's just so hard to choose a color. . ."

Rosette babbles on for another minute, and you're not sure if she's a great actor or an airhead. For now lets try to assume the best about people. Also was the baby sister necessary? You're only a year or two younger than her!

As you turn your head to the youngest- a loud bell rings across the house. You hear Arthur clap his hands in delight, and watch all the maids and butlers appear. Not this shit again...

"Ah, it's time for dinner, Lucille, you can be introduced to Charlotte later." Ophelia says while pulling you out of the room and into a one about the same size. The only difference is the decor, instead on an open space theres a large table that can seat at least 100 people. There's multiple plates full of food, some foods you don't think you've ever seen before.

Ophelia pulls out a chair, it's the on to the left of Arthur, who is sitting at the head of the table. On the right of him is Ophelia next to her is Ezekiel. Next to you is Charlotte and Rosette(in that order), the seating doesn't feel right. Not in the damn slightest. You feel uncomfortable with how close Charlotte is to you. Unlike how the seat are spaced out, Charlotte moved her chair closer to yours.

You look over at her and she just stares down at her food. You dont say anything, maybe these people do prayer? You waited for Arthur or Ophelia to start, instead Arthur looks over at you. He looks down at your food and then nods at you.

"Try it."

This felt culty.

You do as asked and take a bite of the food that was on your plate. It was good, not bland and honestly very flavorful. You chewed it for a few moments and swallowed. It was hot, a bit too hot but good nonetheless. It wasn't a favorite of yours, but it tasted a lot better than food you've had before.

As you swallow your bite everyone else starts eating. You chose not to notice the pair of eyes searing into your head from the side. Charlotte was staring, and it wasn't in a "just looking" sort of way. She took a bite of her food and then stared at your while she ate it.

At some point you turn and Charlotte smiles. She moves her head a bit closer and quietly introduces herself.

"I'm Charlotte." Charlotte doesn't say a word after that, you now take note of how creepy her smile is. It looks forced, and from the resting bitch face she had earlier, it might be.

You just smile thinly, you keep your eyes on her for a minute until you the food starts to call your name again. It was good, like really fucking good.

You kept eating until your stomach started to hurt, not from overeating. Instead you felt sick, like you were going to throw up and pass out. You can feel you skin vibrating, or maybe you're shaking? You look around and no one is looking at you, instead they're all look away. You try to get a few words out, but your throat hurts like your have strep throat.

You begin to sway and finally hear a voice, although it's much closer to you than it should be. "Oh dear! Arthur! I told you, you put too much in her food. Now she's gonna be sick as a dog!"

What? What was going on? What is Ophelia saying? Better question- is it true?

"Shh, shh, shh it's okay, Mommy's here. Rosette, help me pick her up and take her to her room. I'm glad we had the maids clean her ahead of time."

You're shaking violently now, you start to tear up wondering if your going to die today. Wondering if they were just giving you a good last day, a day better than the one you lived with before. Without being beaten into the ground, or slapped by a hand with rings.

. . .

You're laying in a large bed, your large bed. You look around the room and see it's the room you were given earlier. You move around, but feel sick the moment you do. You run to the bathroom and barely make it, throwing up on the ground a bit. You shaking and crying, your body feels horrible. You feel yourself sweating and you're hot, but at the same time your feet and hands are cold.

You begin to cry, you cant stop the vomit that's destroying your throat and burning your insides. You feel weak and all you want is to sleep, to just close your eyes.

You jump when you feel a hand on your back. "It's just me-"

Rosette.

The sound if you puking overshadows her voice, she stays quiet and instead just rubs your back. Rosette places her head on your back and presses a firm kiss to what you realise is bare skin. You're naked. Who the fuck undressed you?!

Finally the vomiting stops, and now you realize the situation. You're head is pressed against the toilet seat and your naked down to your underwear. Rosette, who is fully clothed by the way. Is holding you from behind, she is rubbing your back and she kissed it a few times. You feel fucking disgusted.

"It'll be okay. Mom was right about you, she said you'd make a perfect bri- sister. A perfect adopted little sister. You'll remember some of this tomorrow, but not the creepy parts. That's all that matters, now let's get you to bed."

More to come soon. Rosette and Charlotte are the main love interests. Yes, this is something we dont usually write and I understand if you find this creepy or uncomfortable. I on the other hand am getting into writing darker stuff, my rules for the blog will not change and we will not end them.

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crudciferx · 2 years

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❝ Teruki of the Ramshackle Dorm... Hold on... Grim! If you don't stop making things worse, I'll have you napping on the rug! ❞

❝ I like the confidence. Just don't get tongue tied when it's in smoke, my friend. What? I'll just say it how it is, we're friends, no? ❞

art commission (character, coffin, candy) from @bunnwich | do not steal or repost | support the artist on their blog!

Brief TWST Start:

Teruki is a young adult aged at 20 who was taken from his home while he was recovering from injury with whatever of his family was still alive. His arm and shoulder had been damaged during work, and he was bedridden with his siblings negotiating with his employers. His twin sister, his little brother, his step-sister... they shouldn't have worried about him. It was all wasted effort while the family was falling to pieces.

While numbing himself on medications from his doctor, he could have sworn he heard screams if some kind below the floor of his room. Too deep for it to be anyone in his family... glass breaking, then a stench not unlike char or gas fills his nostrils. Amongst sounds of skirmish and anguish were the sounds of distant racing horses galloping to the estate. Whatever horses were pulling this carriage, no matter how old fashioned it sounded, seemed to be in a rush from the sound of pavement against hooves. But he's weakened and in a cast on his left arm, Teruki can do nothing but give in for surrender...

He could only describe these hazy memories as the last of what he remembers that night. There are hours with holes in them, and he's sure his little brother could have been that scream but he can't put a voice to his face... To say Teruki is dubious of his arrival and stuffing in the coffin would be speaking lightly, especially as his cast arm flares in agitation if it gets too hot.

ABOUT CAST: Teruki has a large wound on his left shoulder that indicates extreme violence was taken upon him at one point. Upon arriving at Night Raven, he was already on the mend in a cast and sling, and he's able to do basic writing. Crowley, Idia, and Ortho are in charge of his recovery and asking what happened to him. He has yet to say what. The wound looks not dissimilar to simple broken bones. The cast officially comes off during early Chapter 4.

Read The Whole Bio Here: Teruki (Bio)

ENGLISH: Teruki

JAPANESE: 晄来

SURNAME: Unknown (Refused to Give)

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BIRTHDAY: January 1st (Capricorn)

HEIGHT: 184cm / 6'1ft

DOMINANT HAND: Right

HOMELAND: ???, Japan (Earth)

EYE COLOR: Dark Brown Eyes

HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blonde

HAIR STYLE: Hair that is short, formal, and spiky on the top, and slightly spikier and longer around the base of his neck, where it barely reaches his shirt collar.

AGE: 20 - 21

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GENDER: AMAB Non-Binary

PRONOUNS: He/Him // They/Them

ROMANTIC: Panromantic

SEXUALITY: ???

VOICE CLAIMS:

JPN VA: Daisuke Ono | swapping between Dande/Leon and Arthur Angel for downtime/serious

EN VA: Alex Organ | swapping between Decim and Shogo Makishima for serious/downtime

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 1 year

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Start Digging Two Graves

Another thing for the Alt AU by @shmorp-mcdurgen ! May or may not be a semi-continuation of ‘Eye for an Eye’ It’s probably a little off-canon; but I don’t pay much attention to Gabriel’s little canon bits and bobs and it’s now coming back to bite me

(Also I did my best to accurately portray OCD here. I apologize in advance for anything I may have gotten wrong or any backhanded representation.)

SUMMARY: Gabriel semi-officially meets the rest of B.P.S. for the first time. Cesar at least tries to be affable, Sarah...Does not. Alternatively: Local Non-Binary Lieutenant gets their Pride Kicked to Shit by a Seething Young Adult with a grudge, more at 12

TW: LOSS OF A LIMB, MENTION OF BLOOD, MENTIONS OF A CORPSE BEING EATEN, MENTION OF A CAR ACCIDENT, METAPHORICAL BURN WOUND. This once again sounds worse than it actually is.

‘Huh. I didn’t know he had a cat.’ The cat loafed on the coffee table just within eyesight, seemingly unaware of the lieutenant’s pale blue eyes on it. Its tail was swishing slightly as it looked everywhere but at them.

“Not good with strangers, eh?”

That got the cat’s attention. Gabriel started to hold one of their hands out to it, only to end up looking like a fool due to their newfound lack of one. Still, the cat sat up and leaned foreword to sniff at the stump where their arm now ended.

“Now you’re friendly.” Gabriel carefully sat up and rested their chin in their hand. “Weren’t interested in me until you smelled blood? You’re a bit twisted.”

The cat blinked at them. It leaned out again to sniff the stump some more when a sound made it jerk its head back and strain its ears. Gabriel didn’t have to strain theirs to hear the same sound-someone was at the front door. How long were they out?

The cat jumped off the coffee table and made its way out in a happy bounce. Gabriel watched it go before leaning their head back and listening to the voices coming from the entrance.

“Hello, kitty!” One cooed. “I didn’t see you this morning! Are you hungry?”

“I wonder if he’ll eat the lieutenant,” another one added.

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“What? I’m just saying. Cats eat humans when they think they’re dead, don’t they?”

“They’re about as likely to as dogs are.”

The second voice feigned a gasp. “Cesar, you take that back! Puppies would never do that.”

“Neither would cats,” Cesar shot back in a playfully snide voice.

The argument was dropped with no apparent winner due to Cesar walking into the living room and almost dropping the cat now in his arms when he saw Gabriel. “OH-jeez, you scared me. Good morning, again. How do you feel?”

Gabriel shrugged, then gestured to the cat. “It’s yours?”

“Yeah, this is-this is Jonny.” Cesar crouched to put the cat down and brushed cat hair off his shirt. “He’s my...Therapy cat.”

A person with long brown hair poked her head into the room. Gabriel went a little on guard when her expression went from curious to murderous.

“So.” She leaned against the entranceway and crossed her arms. “You’re awake.”

Cesar sighed. “Don’t start...”

“What? I can’t comment on the appearance of things?”

He shot the long-haired person a glare. She stuck her tongue out in response and brushed past him to practically collapse into the ratty-looking armchair across the room. “Why’s he-”

“They.”

“Why’re they still here, anyway?” For someone who clearly didn’t like Gabriel, this person at least had the decency to switch pronouns. “I thought Seth was, you know, going to take ‘em to the bloody hospital so we don’t have to worry about the cops breaking down our fuckin’ door.”

“Maybe he’s not up yet, Sarah,” Cesar said with a shrug. “So be a little more welcoming, would you?”

Sarah make a “blah blah blah” motion with her hand. Cesar picked up a nearby pillow and threw it at her.

“I’m sorry about her.” He sat next to Gabriel and clearly made an effort to meet their eyes, though it didn’t appear to be easy. “She, ah...Doesn’t like you very well.”

“You don’t say.”

Cesar winced. Jonny meandering over made him pick him up and set him on his lap. The longer Gabriel watched the cat rub his head against Cesar and purr, the less skeptical they were of his therapy animal status.

A pillow suddenly smacked into Gabriel, startling Jonny off Cesar’s lap. Sarah looked away innocently when Cesar snapped at her. “What the fuck, Sarah?!”

“You’re the one who gave me ammunition,” she replied in a sing-song voice.

“He threw a pillow at you.” Gabriel pointedly ignored Cesar whispering for them to “not push her buttons” as they tossed the pillow aside and roughly wiped off their hand on the couch (which did nothing. They still felt the germs there. Note to self: learn to wash your hands when you’ve only got one.). “And it sounds more and more like it was deserved.”

“I’ll fucking tell you what was deserved, you self-important pompous son of a-”

“Hot chocolate!” Cesar stood up suddenly, a clearly fake smile on his face. “Who wants some hot chocolate? I could really go for some, it’s cold as Hell outside!”

“No no, let her finish.” Gabriel crossed their arm and leaned back against the couch. “What were you saying about me, little girl?”

If looks could kill, they would be dead. Sarah leaned forward in her chair and was practically baring her teeth. “I know who deserves what, pal.”

“Do you.”

“Maybe with marshmallows?” Cesar suggested weakly.

“I know that you deserve whatever’s coming for you. I know that my brother deserved more of a life to live. He would have been thirty this year if you incompetent bastards didn’t brush him under the rug like he meant nothing.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about-”

“Oh I’ll bet you don’t.” Sarah dropped her chin into her hand. “You never do, do you? No one over there has any idea what’s happening half the time, and during the other half you throw people under the bus to save your own sorry skins when you know damn well you’re supposed to protect us.”

That hit a nerve. “I don’t expect you to know that we are as lost as anyone, but that doesn’t mea-”

“Oh, sure!” Sarah waved her hand. “You have no idea what’s going on. That’s why you’re always the first at the scene, right?”

“How about extra cocoa?” Cesar tried again, now tugging on his bangs. Gabriel would be sympathetic-he was trying to establish some peace, after all-but their pride doesn’t take a beating lying down.

“I wasn’t the lieutenant of the force at the time. Stop. Blaming. Me.”

“You still could have done something.”

“I didn’t even know that he was-”

“I’ll bet you didn’t! Did you not know about Cesar? Huh? When he got into that fucking car crash that was caused by one of those damn creatures, when he tried to call for help-did you not know about that either?”

“Sarah, I get that you’re angry.” Cesar had clearly given up trying to sooth both adults’ nerves, seeing as his voice was now low and shaky. “But don’t bring me into this as ammo.”

Sarah looked ready to snap at him before she caught herself and ran her fingers through her hair, wincing at her behavior. “Shit. I’m sorry, Ces.”

A heavy yet awkward silence fell before Cesar left, presumably to actually make the hot chocolate he was promising earlier. Gabriel, for their part, felt a little like Sarah had ripped a Band-Aid off a burn wound and put a lighter to it.

Their genuine confusion had done nothing to sway her. She was going on about things they had no idea of. And Cesar physically looked pretty damn fine for someone who supposedly got into a car wreck.

But then there was the fact that he wouldn’t look Gabriel in the eye for longer than a second. The scar on the back of his hand that ended somewhere under his sleeve. Jonny the cat’s existence, the need for a therapy animal at all, Sarah bringing it up being the final nail in the coffin for his patience-what the Hell went on in this county that they didn’t know about? Were these recent events?

Jonny mrrping at Gabriel pulled them from their thoughts. The cat nosed his way under their hand and curled up in their lap. The cat hair that came off onto their hand made them want to claw their skin offl, but they didn’t have the heart to shove the cat off them.

Not when Sarah was glaring at them out of the corner of her eye again.

‘Greer had better wake up soon.’

#Lieutenant Gabriel #Cesar Torres #Sarah Heathcliff #TMC #the mandela catalogue #El writes

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beautifulfaaces · 2 years

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Mason Alexander Park

Facts

July 12, 1995

American actor

They are of Spanish and Mexican decent

They define as non-binary

Filmography

Ian [Quantum Leap: 2022]

Desire [The Sandman: 2022]

Mas [Transplants: 2017]

Toby [iCarly: 2011]

Appearance

blonde

brown eyes

Roleplay

playable: teenager, young adult

#Mason Alexander Park #non binary 90s #non binary american #90s non binary american #90s non binary spanish descent #90s non binary mexican descent #quantum leap #the sandman #transplants #icarly #blonde non binary teen #90s non binary brown eyes #brown eyes non binary young #teenager non binary #young adult non binary

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hearthtales · 5 months

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FIRST MEETINGS MEME.

A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet.

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details.

MEREDITH CADIGAN.

(pic.rew sources: here and here)

— GENERAL APPEARANCE.

GENDER: masculine. feminine. non-binary.

COMPLEXION: light; smile lines and worry lines.

HEIGHT: average, 5'5''

BODY TYPE: endomorph. mesomorph. ectomorph.

BUILD: small. medium. large. athletic. muscular. soft. curvy. voluptuous. + DETAILS: not terribly muscular, but not frail or slim; her frame is naturally a bit wider, sturdy from lighthouse work, rectangular with soft edges; looks like someone who gives excellent hugs (and she does, in fact, give excellent hugs).

HAIR: none. buzzed. short. medium. long. very long. asymmetrical cut. + COLOR: light reddish blonde. + STYLE: wavy, a bit dry and frizzy from saltwater and wind; worn down or braided loosely back, sometimes held back with a plain or simple-patterned bandanna.

EYE COLOR: grey, like rain-heavy clouds over water; gain a bluer shade in certain lighting. + DETAILS: her gaze typically seems warm, albeit faintly weary.

SCARS: some on her limbs from slipping on the coast over the years, but none particularly distinct.

— FASHION.

STYLE: practical, layered, warm, durable; tends to wear more traditional attire worn by generations of lightkeepers in her family (somewhat old-fashioned).

PALETTE: neutral, faded, often in shades mimicking the sea, the rocky coast, and the lighthouse (blue, sage green, grey, brown, burgundy, etc.).

TYPICALLY WEARING: warm knit sweater; wool skirt that reaches just past her knees (trousers when more necessary/practical); well-worn waterproof jacket on colder days (typically fleece-lined or flannel-lined, longer in length); long and thick socks worn beneath wellington boots or wading shoes.

PIERCINGS: pierced ears; she wears simple earrings on the rare occasions she wears any at all.

TATTOOS: none, though she sometimes scribbles reminders on her hands and arms with pen when paper isn’t handy. these notes tend to smudge.

OTHER INFORMATION: she often knits her sweaters herself with stitches reminiscent of seaside elements like waves, rope, and pebbles (she knits sweaters for her daughter as well); her shoes are designed for traction on rocks slick with saltwater.

— EXPRESSION.

USUAL FACIAL EXPRESSION: warm, thoughtful, attentive, sometimes rather wistful.

DEFAULT BODY LANGUAGE: thoughtful, polite, though she can be a bit fidgety around strangers; prone to fussing over those she cares about.

GENERAL MOVEMENTS: meredith is accustomed to trekking along uneven slopes, navigating the rocky coastline, and ascending the spiral staircase within the lighthouse, so her movements tend to be more fluid and confident in such environments and a bit slower and more hesitant on smoother ground.

— NOTABLE FOR RP.

PRESENCE: caring, reassuring, someone safe and trustworthy, with underlying weariness noticeable if one is perceptive enough. + DETAILS: her magic, to those who can sense such things, feels like a cool breeze tinged with saltwater (albeit with a faint sense of oceanic strength behind it, carefully controlled).

APPEARANCE: usually tidy, sometimes a bit wind-swept and flushed from the outdoors.

SCENT: ocean air, driftwood, freshly-baked bread.

VOICE: warm, lilting.

ACCENT: yes (welsh) / no

SPEECH MANNERISMS: friendly, polite.

MISCELLANEOUS: meredith is caring and protective, but she ultimately understands the tides and seashells better than people. she also rarely receives guests at the lighthouse, and she knows many townsfolk consider her peculiar and whisper rumors about both herself and her predecessors. observant people may notice she is hesitant around fellow adults as a result (though she tries her best to hide any nervousness and be as welcoming as possible to make a good first impression). around guests who appear younger or injured, however, her mom instincts easily overpower her uncertainty.

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sayitan · 1 year

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

a meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘what you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. repost, don’t reblog. bold what applies. fill in details. ( blank meme link )

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 .

sex: masculine. feminine. non-binary. notes: despite his rounded features and high cheekbones, neteyam's strong jawline and chin are distinctly masculine. similarly, his body build is distinctly masculine with pronounced muscle structure of his chest. race: na'vi / avatar hybrid complexion: skin pigmentation is an iridescent blue, typically cobalt and azure with distinctive navy / royal blue markings reminiscent of the earth's tiger stripes. his facial complexion is somewhat weathered from flight travel and when under cover of night, the bioluminescent spots that follow his nervous system appear like speckled starlight. height: 8'2" body type: endomorph. mesomorph. ectomorph. other / more details: like all na'vi, neteyam has a lean build with broad shoulders, a long nect, and a slim waist. standing at over eight foot, neteyam is still growing and is likely to reach over nine foot easily. he lives an extremely active lifestyle, as such his body is honed for extreme athletic feats and he has toned and defined muscle structure. body build: small. medium. athletic. muscular. soft. curvy. voluptuous. other / more details: when he blushes, the skin pigment around his ears, cheeks, and nose darken to an indigo blue. this flush can extend down his neck dependent on the extent of his embarrassment. body hair: none. shaves/waxes. trims/grooms. untamed. color: pitch black. his eyelashes, body hair, the patch of hair at the end of his tail and his head hair is a dark, obsidian black. notes: neteyam has no facial hair, like all other na'vi he doesn't grow facial hair. only his father, brother, and eldest sister kiri have eyebrow hair. head hair: none. buzzed. short. medium. long. very long. asymmetrical cut. color: neteyam's hair is a deep ebony black like every na'vi of the omaticaya clan. when shrouded in the dark, it can also reflect the bioluminescent light around him and can appear a deep midnight blue. style: neteyam styles his hair in traditional medium thickness box braids, the majority of his hair kept at shoulder length, while the hair at the base of his skull is woven into a large braid that wraps around his queue, or neural link, for protection. eye color: a warm pale gold, also described as pale sunlight gold, or amber gold. details: he styles two braids to frame the left side of his face, falling in front of his ear. he also styles coastal feathers and beads into the braids behind his right ear for decoration and accessory. scars: neteyam has several childhood and adolescent scars from routine accidents or mistakes made in training, most are focused around his arms and legs, though he has some faint marks only apparent under bright light. the most notable scars he has is a patch of discoloured skin on the right side of his back, and on his right shoulder. a remnant of the explosion from the transport job. with continued use of mo'at and kiri's healing salves, the scar tissue is expected to fade completely before the next winter.

𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 .

style: vintage. traditional. casual. practical. artsy. vibrant. geeky/nerdy. tomboy. sporty. trendy. preppy. girly. bohemian. elegant. formal. grunge. punk. rocker. gothic. other: neteyam dresses in traditional na'vi clothing, tanned hide and leather wraps and arm and leg guards, woven loincloths, as well as waxed thread bands and beaded cuffs and collars. neteyam also takes great pride in his omaticaya cummerbund, a waist belt that demonstrates his standing as an adult among the people. color palette: (for example: neutral colors, bold colors, only black, etc) neteyam dresses in natural colours, colours reminiscent of his surrounding environment. this typically includes shades of brown, orange, greens and blues. he will decorate his handmade collar's and armbands with riverstones, turquoise pebbles, and polished amber or crystals. typical clothing: neteyam rarely goes anywhere without his cummerbund. handwoven and decorated with a fern pattern that connects him back to the jungle and the omaticaya. piercings: none. tattoos: none other information: he also carries his ikran riding visor, handwoven with adjustable wraps, it fits securely around his forehead and protects his eyes from the high winds when he is flying, and serves to shield his eyes from rain as well.

𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

general facial expressions: calm and neutral, neteyam's expression is initially fairly intense in the way that he rarely lets his emotions show when he is not around his family or when he is in unfamiliar environments. when he does smile, his entire expressions often and he appears more his age. he smiles most often with his family and those he is most comfortable with, it is safe to assume that there are expressions that only his siblings and parents have seen. default body language: reserved, guarded, and alert. neteyam stands fairly stiff and appears very aware of his own body. while guarded, neteyam uses very forceful and direct body language, he points, he stands with his feet planted firmly on the ground, demonstrating his confidence with assertive body language traits. general movements: (example: do they have a limp? a unique walk?) neteyam has a wide gait, used to balancing the perilous tree branches and solid terrain of the jungles, he often shifts his weight fairly visibly from one foot to the other, giving his gait almost a full body sway. while his gait aids in his balance, it is quite noticeable to the eye.

𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

presence: (example: are they a calming presence? an antagonizing one?) neteyam has a somewhat unsuspecting presence, he carries himself confidently and with certainty, yet he does not go out of his way to take up room. this can often lead to neteyam being overlooked at first glance, holding himself away from the center and spotlight. appearance: (example: tidy, unkept, etc) clean and tidy, neteyam takes the time to keep his braids clean and tight, ensures his cummerbund and clothing is clean from the days excursions, using natural resources to wash the filth away and oils to maintain his gear and prolong their use. neteyam is almost obsessive about keep his gear in the best condition he can, that extends to his own appearance. scent: sunlight and ground sand, driftwood and sea salt, flax oils, and leaf. he has a very earthy scent and like most of the omaticaya, he smells of the dense jungles of pandora.

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡 .

voice description: his voice and tone meets a lower register but has a somewhat breathy and smooth incline. when upset his voice takes on a rougher edge, becoming somewhat tighter, almost like a sharp growl. accent: yes / no more information: his accent is distinctly omaticayan, with sharper inclines and shorter, choppier pronunciations. his accent becomes more audible when he speaks english and is very noticeable to other na'vi clans. speech mannerisms: (formal, informal, curses a lot, etc) he speaks casually when in every day environments and situations, when speaking to those of a higher authority to himself, he will speak respectfully, referring to them by their honorifics. he doesn't curse, when frustrated he will generally growl and groan/grunt. neteyam will often pause if he doesn't quite know what to say or if he needs time to think of what to say, he may "hm" to stall for time or to demonstrate to those he is talking with that he hasn't finished speaking.

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 .

anything else to add? neteyam's facial expressions and body language is most similar to his mothers, he lacks jake's heavy footedness and expressiveness, while jake very clearly speaks and leads with his entire body, neteyam is more subdued. calmer, and more precise.

tagged by: nada tagging: @txelankong, @su11ys, @loahk, @ts1reya, @tukitrey, @neyite, @anarkissm ( nihlus ), @nursc, @aonugn, @javirana, @eywaborn

#. dash prompts . › behind golden eyes .#. headcanon . › a song softly spoken .

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"so come home" said ground control.

Is that NOVA DODSON? A SOPHOMORE originally from PORTSMOUTH, NEW HAMPSHIRE, they decided to come to Ogden College to study ENGINEERING & MATHEMATICS on an ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE SUPERNOVA on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

‘‘ｓｏｃｏｍｅｈｏｍｅ’’ said the voice from the stars.

STATISTICS;

BASIC INFORMATION;

full name: noelle nova valerie dodson. nickname(s): n/a. age: twenty-two. date of birth: febuary 8th, 2001. zodiac: aquarius. hometown: portsmouth, new hampshire. current location: ogden, new hampshire. ethnicity: african-american & caucasian. nationality: american. gender: non-binary. pronouns: they/he. orientation: panromantic & pansexual. religion: agnostic. occupation: student & employee at rainbow road. language(s) spoken: english, chinese, spanish, tagalog, vietnamese.

FAMILY;

father: andrew ellis. september 14, 1973. mother: rose dodson. february 14th, 1978. sibling(s): n/a. children: n/a. pet(s): n/a.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE;

face claim: quintessa 'q' swindell. hair color: dark brown. eye color: dark brown. height: 5'6''. weight: 121 lbs. tattoos: multiple, scattered. ● behind left ear. (1, position) (2, artwork) ● left shoulder. (1, position) (2, artwork) ● right shoulder. (1, artwork) ● left arm. (1) ● hands. (1, artwork) (2, artwork) ● left ribs. (1) (2) (3) ● right thigh. (1, artwork) ● left thigh. (1, artwork) ● undecided position. (1, artwork) piercings: left nostril, lobes on either side (multiple), septum.

PERSONALITY;

character trope: the supernova. additional tropes: the astrophile, the cataclysmic, the connard, the dirtbag, the insurgent, the interstellar, the lothario, the lovable rogue, the miscreant, the phoenix, the rebellious spirit, the sabaist, the trickster, the vainglorious. character inspirations: bex mack (andi mack), brianna hanson (grace and frankie), captain james west (wild wild west), colin shea (what's your number?), lila pitts (the umbrella academy), lorelai gilmore (gilmore girls), martin whitly (prodigal son), max black (2 broke girls), nadia vulvokov (russian doll), robyn brooks (high fidelity), rue bennett (euphoria), shane madej (yes, just shane madej). positive traits: creative, optimistic, egalitarian. negative traits: rebellious, restless, unyielding. skills: adaptability, perseverance, speed reading. smokes: yes. drinks: yes. drugs: yes.

SCHOOLING;

attending; ogden college. major: engineering & mathematics. sports: n/a. extracurriculars: robotics club, math club.

BACKGROUND;

TW: death, parental loss, homelessness, murder, juvenile detention, prison. ● Nova was raised by a single mother, Rose Dodson, their father never in the picture as he had abandoned her the moment he found out she was pregnant. ● It became clear at a very young age that Nova was advanced and at only four, he took a Mensa test and was admitted as one of the groups youngest members with a score of 142. ● By age eight, Nova seemed entirely sure of who they were; they spoke to their mother about their identity and their future and Rose was nothing short of supportive, embracing her child and supporting them the way they always had. ● Unexpectedly, Nova's mother fell sick and passed away by the time he was twelve and they were placed with relatives. However, due to not knowing how to handle him, Nova was bounced around and eventually, ended up drifting between relatives homes, couch-surfing with friends or simply sleeping on the streets. ● At fifteen, after getting involved with the wrong people, a robbery Nova was a part of went wrong and he was charged with felony murder. They had never had a weapon or touched anyone, but due to their involvement with the original crime, they were charged as an adult and sentenced to seven and a half years in prison. ● Nova graduated high school on their own while in juvenile detention and even helped tutor and push other kids to do the same but once he reached eighteen and was transferred to an actual prison, something shifted within them and they gave up on themselves. ● A mentor from Mensa who had known Nova since he was a child refused to give up on him, visiting monthly and attempting to encourage him to continue fighting for the future he'd planned and when Nova was finally released, they used their connection as an alumni of Ogden to get Nova a spot despite their background. ● A sparks seems to have lightened back within Nova; he's brighter than he has been in the past four years, attending classes and excelling as they had been as a child but even they're not entirely sure what they want for their future or if their dream is any longer worth pursuing.

BIOGRAPHY;

TW: death, parental loss, homelessness, murder, juvenile detention, prison. Under Construction.....

EXPAND ON HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR SKELETON TROPE;

While most of the life of a star is stable, as it burns through its fuel and begins to cool, the outward forces of pressure drop until it's low enough for gravity to take over and cause it's collapse — a supernova. It's chaotic, bright, powerful, beautiful. It's also essential to life, a source of elements including the very iron in your blood and in their wake, can leave either a black hole or a new star. Balance was taken from Nova a decade ago, forcing them to drop further and further downwards, a decline they had long since lost control of until gravity or fate intervened. What was becoming a shell of the luminary Nova had once been was thrown into chaos; a new world, a new environment and perhaps, a new start. Chaotic, bright, powerful, beautiful. It was essential to his survival, his life. The only question that remains, what will be left in their wake?

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER;

Nova's relationships to Greer seems to exist more on a hypothetical than any reality. Their arrival was meant to be a new and exciting change, a return to the life they were meant to have, one that ended up all but cloaked by the darkness of Greer's missing status. It seemed to be everyone's focus and to some degree, Nova was thankful for it, his arrival able to slip mostly under the radar. After all, who held interest in your story when the school's golden girl had up and vanished?

LINKS;

#ogdenintro #death tw #parental loss tw #homelessness tw #murder tw #juvenile detention tw #prison tw

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