#nb!remy

[greghatecrimes]

congratulations to Thirteen for being the first feminine character to make me feel Gender Envy in a really long time

#specifically this outfit is SO gender... i have a visceral need to get an outfit like this for my new job #i love being nb but it's also always exciting to explore my feminine side in a way that's liberating instead of just fitting a mold made by #someone else #also she's such a cutie patootie #my belovedest my teddy bear blorbo #remy thirteen hadley #anya shush #7x19 #nb thirteen

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Longclaw and Remi are so gorgeous and badass! 💛❤️💛❤️💛

#And remi is nb too! #So much nb rep in this book #choices #pixelberry #playchoices #tch 2 #the cursed heart 2 #longclaw #Remi

[finagled]

couldnt decide which one was Photogenic Enough so i will post all three because we are so cute

#radtalks #remy #me #ftn #nb

[xwildheart]

@gcldcnhour cont. from here

'god you sound just like remi.' sutton groaned as she rolled her head away from the other's prying gaze. sounding just like her sibling. she was an adult for christ sake, if she wanted to get high all the time she could. easier to avoid her problems that way, but clearly not enough to try and avoid this conversation right now. 'i don't know what you want from me june-- i told you from the start i don't do serious.'

#gcldcnhour #c: juniper #sutton interaction #thanks for this! #remi is her sibling #they are nb just so ya know :) #also ignore her she's moody as hell

[vvhimsicals]

muse - remi , keyboardist in an indie rock band , they / them . plot - plot inspo in source ( lightly inspired, doesn't have to be usfw if we don't want it to be<3 ) open to - f/nb

"you've been blowing up my phone which means only one thing..." remi began, subtle smirk on their face. "your boyfriend hasn't been giving you enough attention, hm?"

#open. #indie rp #indie lesbian rp #remi.

[hopefully-hellbound]

My submission (ha!) for @inkyquince 's Omega hunt collab! Turned out way longer than i intended but oh well

M!Briar X NB!Harpy!Defiant!PC

CW for dubcon, power imbalance, blood, Briar being Briar, group (in the literal background), manipulation

You run.

Starting off is the hardest, with all the alphas right on your tail, you jump to the side to avoid the mayor's slimy grasp, you let go of your school blazer when a slim woman grabs it.

Left and right you see other omegas being jumped, clothes torn and screams tearing out of their throats as theyre mounted - your friends, people you watched grow up with you. It's horrifying, you should stop and help, every instinct in you is telling you to help someone, anyone...

You see Robin ahead as they dart towards the beach, and that's enough for you.

Robin's safe, for now.

You run.

You're an athletic thing, clever and defiant, you've gotten a reputation in this town and while it usually helps people think twice about messing with you, today it paints a target on your back as everyone wants to be the one to claim the Scar, such a notorious little scrapper. You look to your right and see a man advancing, a well aimed kick to the groin seems to make him change his mind. He won't be the first tonight.

You reach the shopping mall and climb, hiding on top as you take a moment to just breathe, clear your mind.

Hard to achieve when your brain is getting foggy, slick coating your thighs from your persistently more aroused sex.

You're running out of time.

Think, you pause, think.

You run through your mind to try to think of a safe place in town, maybe a safe person that would take care of your heat without-

....

Doesn't exist.

Not inside the town, at least.

The thought would almost sadden you had you not lived your whole life in here. You have noone you could trust.

But outside of town...

You stand on the edge of the roof, one hand casually rubbing your crotch without you even noticing, as your sharp eyes scan the horizon.

Tower on the moor, you realize.

The one place noone would dare to come to.

Your spine tingles from the effort of hiding your true self, but you dont have to for long, because the entrance to the roof gets suddenly kicked down and you're facing Remy and his goons, advancing. Remy says something about farms and what a menace you are, but you grin, your eyes looking different when you open them again.

If you survive this night, it will be more than worth it just for seeing that rat bastard's face when you flipped him off and jumped right off of the edge.

Your strong wings glide you safely to the ground, and when you dont have to supress them, you feel a bit at ease - you can now focus fully on supressing your upcoming heat. Wind in your hair and Remy's shouting dying in the distance help, too.

But you land eventually, now with a goal in mind. If you can just make it to the moor, you're sure your mate will find you, and you'll spend the rest of the night draining his balls until he pleads for more. Sounds like the best scenario you could wish for, especially with Remy behind you and not around his farm.

..

You shouldn't think about your mate's thick cock in you, the way it slithers out of the little slit in his body. The way he's so easy to pin down once you straddle him, lets you-

You whine audibly and nearly collapse, just the thoughts clouding your brain with lust that you can't afford right now. Youre in the industrial backstreets, and thats a terrible place to collapse at. You think you should try to make it to the coast and then fly as far as you can, youre sure your mate will find you if you just set your foot to the moor, you're sure, just have to-

You're tackled to the ground just when you're running past the docks, and you beat off your initial instinct of just... Getting in the mating pose. Baring yourself to the attacker, the sweet heavy weight on top of you just-

"Fuck!! You goddamn-"

"Bring them in already!"

"Fucker bit me!!"

Oh no.

He's not alone.

What's worse is, you don't know any of them. The thought of just being claimed by some rando is enough to set the fire of defiance alight once more, and you fight, oh how much you fight them. You need to be restrained by four men to stop you from lifting off of the ground, three men to hold your strong wings down to prevent you from whacking them with it. Your elbow hits someone's face in the most satisfying crunch, you smell blood in the air and it fills you with a bit of pride.

You'll have to fuck my corpse if you want me, you think, but much to your horror, they don't want you.

You dont smell alphas, just betas, and you shout insults as vile as you can think of while they drag you into a mysterious building you've never entered before.

Then the smell really hits you.

You've always wandered where town's betas and less strong alphas go to during those hunts - now you know. The place reeks of sex and despair and people, you see a few poor omegas being passed around, blank eyes and drooly faces as every open hole of theirs is violated by a lust-blinded alpha or beta. One hasnt been broken in yet, you recognize the girl from the orphanage, the one who always lost her backpack and you'd help her find it, shes stuffed with two thick cocks in her ass, her useless cock hard and dripping... Her scream when the man behind her bites down on her neck rips your heart apart, it's the most horrifying sound you've ever heard, enough to freeze you in place for a good second.

Doors behind you lock and the men start grabbing at your clothes, you're tremblind with lust but you cant end up like this, you won't!

Your eyes panickly scan the room for a way out, any way out, anything but being left at mercy of those animals. Doors are locked with chains, windows are blocked, heavy scent of hormones and sex is making your head so dizzy you know it's only a matter of minutes, maybe seconds, before you're reduced to nothing but a cock hungry omega.

Then your eyes meet his.

It's one man that sits above everyone, the VIP section of whatever godforsaken facility youve been dragged into. He sits calmly, legs spread like he owns the place, long brown hair falling to his shoulders. Open blazer with nothing underneath, showing off a golden necklace, rose tattoos. Something about him radiates power, but what really drives you in, is the shine of gold decorating each of his fingers, makes your stupid bird brain chirp in interest.

That should do, you think.

Better than some random.

You were so busy you hadn't even noticed a man nosing around your scent gland, it makes you shiver in disgust, but you stick your hand in your pants' pocket for the last pepper spray you have on you - it's now or never. His scream is music to your ears but you push him aside, you bite, kick, flail your wings around until everyone lets go of you for one precious moment- and you rise from the floor, fly all across the room.

Only to collapse in front of the pretty man and his pretty rings.

He cocks an eyebrow, but raises his hand to stop his beta guards from attacking you.

"It's not a threat - are you, darling?~"

His voice is like a symphony to your ears, so rich and smooth. You think you'd hate his smugness usually, but today it makes your juices overflow.

Alpha, alpha, breed me, mark-

You shake your head like a wet dog, but train of thoughs has left the station and you're just trying to run after it, hold onto any semblence of yourself.

"And what are you, an angel?"

He's so calm, but you can smell him, not an alpha on supressants. Just one in control.

You're on your knees by his feet, and look at him, at the man making a couch look like a throne the way he sits on it.

"If- if you want me to be."

You manage to get out, rising on your knees, your hands running up his legs, to his thighs. He seems amused.

"Is that so."

You nod your head ferociously, only for him to experimentally place his hand on top of it, and you downright purr. You know your wings and tail are all puffed out behind you, his touch -and those rings- feels just so right...

He craddles your chin and you melt in his touch, the defiance he saw when watching you fight off his men seemingly completely gone.

"And what brought you here, darling? To my feet?~"

"Y-your men."

You know they work for him, there's no other way. The world should work for him, you think, for him and his pretty eyes like emeralds.

"Mmm... But they only brought you to this place, you went to my feet all on your own~"

Fuck me! you want to scream, the conversation is killing you despite how pretty his voice is - his cock is inches away from you, and you move forward to try to mouth at it through his pants, get the point across.

The slap you recieve sends you flying, you fall on your ass and look at him with wide open eyes.

"Don't be crude now, darling. You think you deserve this?"

He smiles down at you, and your bottom lip trembles - rejection might make you cry, you realize, even though you haven't cried in years.

"Please." you mutter, shaking hand holding on your cheek, your lip where the rings broke it. You hope you're pretty with some blood on you, you hope he thinks so.

"Please, dont- don't let them..."

You still hear omegas screaming behind you, you want anything but that and this man is your last hope.

"I'll- i'll do anything, i'm good at- at t-things..."

"Oh? And what things would that be, darling?~"

You sigh happily at the nickname, it feels so good, someone nice to you... You're not sure if you can speak much anymore, your pants are soaked through and through from just how wet you are. You just lean forward and set something in his hand as your answer.

The man stares in amusement at his own ring that you stole and returned, and he had no idea. It's a pretty one, gold with a ruby, it's shaped like a dragon wrapping around itself, ruby is his eye.

"You can steal?~"

"A-and fight! And fly and run and- a-and-"

Your words get lost as you try to think of more, any more skills that could be useful to such a man, but a wave of heat hits you harder than any before, and you topple over, hands between your legs with a whimper.

"please..."

"You poor thing~"

His foot is so close to yor face like this, it nudges at your cheek. Fancy shoes, you recognize in the distant corner of your brain. Real leather. He doesnt have to do much more to prompt you, your lips are on it before you even know what youre doing.

You are vaguely aware of how much you're gonna hate yourself when this is done, how quickly you were reduced to licking a stranger's shoe just to get them to fuck you, but youre past the point of caring.

Your hand sneaks in your pants and you shove two fingers inside of yourself, you're so wet they go in without a problem, your otherwise unused hole... The man's rough grip on your hair stops you though, he pulls your head up.

"I don't remember allowing you to do that, little bird."

You whine like a beaten dog, but good news are, you can see his crotch now. And just how much tighter those pants look all of sudden.

"Oh you poor, weak minded creature... You really want to be mine that badly?"

Tears pour down your cheeks, blood from your split lip. You want to be his, yes, he put it right, you think you're going to die if you don't get his cock in you right fucking now.

Luckily, his pupils are blown wide open, cock straining against his pants. In control or not, he's still an alpha, and he can't resist a leaking omega slobbering over his feet.

You cry out in relief when he yank you on his lap, sobbing out little 'thank you's and 'please's and 'take me's.

"Don't expect me to be this nice to you next time, little bird."

He sighs in your ear and you know, you just know, that on any other day, you'd hate him. His smug smile and predatory eyes. Hands that now hold your waist as you can't get your pants off fast enough. Heart that beats right under where your nails scratch his exposed skin.

Then you finally get to sit on his cock and feel so stupid to think that you could ever hate someone that feels so right inside you.

Your wings puff out the moment the world washes away, thick alpha cock filld you up and you can do nothing but sob and hold onto him tighter. Tighter so that he can't ever push you away again.

"I love you i love you alpha please please alpha-"

Words spill from your mouth when he pounds into you from below, grunts coming from him too as he finally loses his composure.

Right there, in omega hell, he shows you the heaven - and you love and hate him so much for that.

He's the one who gasps and grabs your hair and pulls you in a kiss, wide open green eyes burning into yours as if he can't look away from your strange bird pupils. His hands dont leave your wings, the place where skin meets the feathers is so sensetive and you see stars when he grabs onto it. Using your wings as handles as he fucks you bent over the couch, any composure he had lost the more time he spends pounding away in that beautiful, perfect, soaking wet little hole of yours.

His guards arent sure where to look.

You aren't sure how much time has passed, how many times you've cum around him, but you're sitting on the couch, legs around his waist as he fucks into you, when you start to feel him get sloppier. Deeper.

You know what's coming - hint, it's him.

It's a beautiful moment, you vaguely think while you plead him to breed you.

You get to see his wild face, hair out of place, green eyes clouded with lust. Reduced to an animal. Animal with fangs out, you vaguely notice, and in response turn your head away so he could reach your scent gland, and he does, he doesn't even have the mind to stop himself. He bites down and he's yours and youre his and he's yours.

You chirp like a bird when he finally comes, fils you up, his knot so big it keeps all of him stuffed inside of you without any leaks. His tongue is feverishly licking at his bitemark on your gland, the bond that connects you, now and forever.

You feel a sense of pride, again.

Man this powerful, who seemed this put together, in control.

He belongs to you now.

You see it in his eyes when they clear up and he's aware of what he's just done, and you grin in response at your mate.

"... Tricky little bird."

The man mutters, and you bring his hand close to your exhausted face, kissing his knuckles. Kissing every ring, tongue wrapping around each finger once he shoves them in your mouth.

He's yours and you're his, forever.

Those rings should now also be yours, you think.

The man doesn't protest when you take the dragon one and slide it on your own hand, he maybe likess how your tired eyes light up with greed when you see it around your thumb - every other finger too small for it.

"Uh... Briar? What now?"

One of the guards anxiously asks, struggling to hide his own erection, and his boss frowns as he notices.

"... I'll think about it in the morning. Make sure everything's cleaned up by the time we open."

He picks you up, still stuck on his knot, and you wrap your hands around his shoulders, sighing in content.

You don't feel like you've lost the fight tonight, oddly.

It's confirmed when Alpha takes you to his room, his bed, pretending he wants to get some rest and not feeling that craving to take you to a nest.

You're still stuck on him when you cuddle up to go to sleep, pressing a kiss he can't bring himself to refuse on his neck.

You'll be fine, you think.

You can use the curse nature gave you to your advantage now.

You play with the shint necklace around his neck as you slowly drift to sleep - the necklace has a pendant with a letter B on it.

Briar, huh?

Your property has a name now. And more shiny things than anyone in town, it seems.

And now its all yours.

#the omega hunt collab #dol #briar the brothel owner #inkster #sumbission #omegaverse #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity briar

[velvetycoffin]

ROLEPLAY THINGS

⟢ | intro

Okay so, to start off heres a little introduction! Remi, I’m a transmasc, 18+, write semi-lit to just two or more paragraphs, and I have quite the variety of ocs and possible new ocs (Im very flexible with characters).

⟢ | requirements

Important things first, please be older than 18 to reply as I am 19 and many of my ideas come with nsfw themes linked into them!

Please be patient when it comes to replies, I am a busy man and have adhd so I may get distracted and forget to reply! As well as I have a job, so replies may vary during those times.

Be open to short, three or so paragraphs, replies every now and then. I get burnt out pretty quick when always having to write out a lot, especially when I’m not feeling it. Although I mostly always mirror, I do sometimes tend to scale down on how much I write.

Open communication!! I can’t stress this enough, I would love to be able to talk out of character no matter what its about!

⟢ | genre, pairings & more

My all time favorites are horror, romance, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and fantasy! As for pairings, I strictly only do M/M or M/NB. Im open to trans characters and others, I don’t discriminate, especially with how Im trans myself! On the topic of characters, some of my characters may be stereotypical. As stated previously, I have a big variety of characters and some may have some stereotypical elements. On top of that, if we do include nsfw, in terms of intimacy between our characters, I would prefer to write it out from a sub pov (sub bottom, sub top, or sub switch). Though Im flexible when it comes to that as well.

⟢ | pairing ideas

siren x deaf pirate

merman x pirate

single father x babysitter

servant x king

killer x investigator

killer!cop x cop investigator

vampire x immortal human

rival cowboys (their horses are in love)

hero x obsessive!villain

hero’s ex sidekick x villain (something like the sidekick was neglected/used by the hero!)

arranged marriage + human x vampire

arranged marriage + enimes to lovers

priest x demon

satanic!priest x angel

injured!werewolf x human

injured!nonhuman x human

injured!soldier x human

injured!anything x human

soft/sweet vampire x human (thinking something like a character whos the sweetest person you’ll ever meet and he turns out to be a blood thirsty vampire..)

artist x oc that came alive (im thinking something like the artist got a magical book and drew the oc in it, which made the oc come to life, ignore how unrealistic this is)

monster x scientist

spiderman variant x deadpool variant

+ a bunch more

^ plots can be altered to your liking

⟢ | random oc info

Some of my ocs aren’t 100% done, so if you ever ask me to see a description it may take some time! Especially with how my ocs adapt to the plot quite a lot and many things may be altered so they fit the plot!!

Im not a artist, many of my ocs will have faceclaims from pinterests or picrew (with the artists stated)!

( this is pretty lengthy, i apologize—)

#gay rp #gay rp starter #roleplay #rp #oc rp #mxm rp #mxm roleplay #gay roleplay #mlm rp #mlm roleplay #m/m #m/m romance #m/m rp #m/m roleplay

[20thcenturyfox2010]

#remy the rat #cartoon #toy story #coloring #lightning storm #lightning #numberblocks #three things #ratatouille #one numberblocks #numberblocks five #numberhumans

[claudehenrion]

Météore... au logis !

Mon ''pote'' Alain Rémond, chroniqueur à La Croix, m'ayant indiqué qu'il y avait une grève à la Météo, j'ai voulu vérifier, avec l'aide de ''Google'' (qui, comme Dieu tel qu'on le définissait dans ma jeunesse, ''sait tout, voit tout, entend tout''), les conséquences de l'inconséquence de ces Ponctionnaires, dont le salaire ne dépend que de la capacité que s'est octroyé l'Etat, ce monstre anthropophage, de... ponctionner (d'une manière que la morale réprouve et que l'économie a démontré perverse) mes revenus et mes ''biens'' –devenus autant de ''maux'', par sa faute...

Car enfin, imaginez que la dite météo se mette à s''estimer vexée d'être ainsi traitée par le mépris et l'abandon de poste en présence de l'ennemi... on pourrait avoir des ennuis. En effet, en ce moment, à part mon cher Midi... le temps n'est vraiment pas au beau fixe, en Macronie : il pleut, et en même temps, il pleut ! (NB : le ''quoi qu'il en coûte n'est pas loin, et nos primes d'assurances vont faire de jolies pirouettes !). Seul avantage : ''les ceusses'' qui ont avalé les bobards du Giec et de Greta Thunberg mélangés commencent à croire ce que leur disaient les gens posés et qui réfléchissaient au lieu de fléchir …). Vous me direz que, grâce à Hollande puis à Macron, on sait désormais comment guérir facilement les suites éventuelles d'un problème aussi soudain et suraigu qu'insoluble : on organise une marche blanche, précédée et suivie de dépôts de fleurs... et, si le mal persiste, on ajoute à ça un discours vibrant et creux du Président dans la cour des Invalides. Là n'est donc pas le sujet...

Ce qui vous vaut l'éditorial de ce jour (car... ''Vous le valez bien !'', disait, paraît-il, Coco Chanel), c'est que lorsque j'ai eu ''ouvert'' Google à la rubrique ''Grève météo'', j'ai lu, à ma très grande surprise : ''Ephéméride du 13 novembre à Greve. Météo : 5° le matin, 6° l'après-midi. Temps couvert, pluie en soirée. Soleil : lever à 07h41, coucher à 16h21. Nouvelle lune''. C'est tout. Vous imaginez ma tête ! C'est quoi, ce truc ? Il existerait une météo de la grève, ou vice-versa, et personne ne m'avait rien dit ? Si ça continue, je vais me mettre en grève, comme la météo... C'est encore un coup des complotistes, ça... A moins que ce ne soit de l'extrême droite... ou peut-être de Poutine : celui-là, il est capable de tout !

Curieux de nature, j'ai voulu en savoir plus, et j'ai, illico-presto, tapé ''Grève'' sur mon navigateur (j'ai choisi Google, comme tout le monde ou presque. Il n'accepte donc pas les accents). Et là... Eureka : en quelques secondes, j'ai tout compris ! Greve (sans accent, donc) est une ville danoise, située au sud de Copenhague (une des nombreuses villes que j'adore... en été), dans la très belle île de Sjælland, (qui est devenue, précise utilement la notice, ''une zône résidentielle, dans les années '60'', ce qui m'a vraiment intéressé : je vais pouvoir coller ça dans tous les ''dîners-en-ville'' de la quinzaine !).

Je croyais en avoir fini avec cette histoire, lorsque Google a jugé utile de préciser, à ma seule intention, j'espère, que Greve est jumelée avec la célèbre commune de Greve-in-Chianti'', seule Greve connue qui pétille. Celle-là est en Italie, dans les environs immédiats de Florence... ce qui m'a aussitôt remis en mémoire les délices de ces soirées d'été en Toscane, qui n'en finissent pas de ne pas finir, sur la terrasse du merveilleux ''hôtel de charme'' baptisé ''i Rondini'' (= les hirondelles, parce que ceux qui y ont été une fois, dit la patronne, y reviennent chaque année tant il est inoubliable). La météo, à Greve est aussi facile que de faire la grève pour la météo : à 85 %, c'est ''beau temps ensoleillé, température douce, ciel dégagé''... et Florence à vos pieds...

Ainsi ai-je connu, grâce à ou malgré la grève de la météo, la météo de Greve –dont j'ignorais jusqu'à l'existence--, et l'existence de Greve --dont je prévois la météo... Deux greves pour le prix d'une. Mais là... nouveau drame : j'ai complètement oublié pourquoi j'étais à Greve, d'abord, puis à Greve, ensuite, et pourquoi je m’intéressais à la météo... Un moment plus tard (on a l'âge de son millésime de naissance !), je me suis souvenu que la raison en était ce qui se passe ici, chez nous, en France… ''et en même temps'', en grève (décidément, je ne m'en sors pas !).

En atterrissant après ces deux courtes incursions dans des Greves que j'ai tangentées et aimées (par météo clémente et alors qu'aucune des deux n'était en... grève !), je me suis dit qu'il devait effectivement exister des liens très forts entre la grève et la météo : apparemment, la grève de la nôtre (de météo) n'est pas sans conséquences sur elle (la météo, pas la grève) : le pays coule littéralement sous des cataractes qui le transforment en marécages quand ce n'est pas en polders et les nappes phréatiques débordent à en inonder plaines et vallées... Ça, Madame, c'est du bon et du vrai réchauffement climatique, la sécheresse en prime ! Ces idiots ne savant même pas que la masse totale de l'eau sur la Terre est une constante …

Alors, plutôt que d'invoquer le réchauffement et la sécheresse, comme le font sans cesse tous les perroquets de fin du monde qui ne rêvent que d'affoler les populations et les braves gens, de façon à augmenter les impôts pour pouvoir subventionner ainsi tout ce que la planète peut compter d'institutions douteuses aux intentions catastrophiques (habituées des ''prophéties auto-réalisées''), pensons à nos pauvres concitoyens du Nord, du Pas-de-Calais ou des Vosges, ce soir, qui sont tellement à plaindre dans leurs villages ravagés... comme par une guerre... Eux, ils ne pensent pas une seconde à se mettre en grève. Tiens ! Ça me donne une idée : on devrait penser à organiser des marches blanches contre la grève de la météo : il paraît que, en hollando-macronie, ça résout tous les problèmes...

H-Cl.

[republictrooper]

I have sat with it for a bit, and I have more Serene Squall Thoughts:

-Remy/Pike is my new favorite crack ship. Get yourself an Orion bear who says your cooking is edible.

-Erica Ortegas is a little shit and I LOVE her for it

-Seriously move over Sulu and Keyla, Ortegas is my new favorite Starfleet cocky queer jock pilot.

-T’Pring I love you you are my new favorite but also godDAMN is Stonn a downgrade what will you even be thinking

-Honestly, at this point, the thing that splits T’Pring and Spock is going to be so devastating I am going to die. I am going to descend to hell and die. I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU YOU POOR MIXED UP KIDS

-I hope we see more of Angel and I hope they never die and always get to be out there chewing the scenery and being snarky about their boyfriend’s little brother. Unhinged NB Pirates are the best Pirates.

#strange new worlds #snw #star trek #the serene squall #snw spoilers #strange new worlds spoilers

[speci-society]

MMMMMM Polo transgender. Polo transmasc they transitioned foreeeever ago and did most of it by themself. Via Gadgets and such. Polo and Nada are a t4t old queer couple. That's Been on my mind. Yknow. More broadly too ive been thinking abt gender in the nms universe. Slightly more specifically ive been thinking abt trans identity and gender nonconformity in the nms universe. I like to think gender is like, not entirely out of the way out of the question, but also that its so often such a non-issue. In the way of like, the biases and bigotry people have irl just Isn't a thing in nms, but trans people also exist yknow? And thats like 25% wish fulfillment tbh but also tbf the other 75% is based in canon. EXHIBIT A. Everyone uses they/them pronouns, but not everyone is a neutral presenting gender, particularly npc travelers in the anomaly. EXHIBIT B. There are 17 different sexes possible for all fauna to have and it would be very odd to assume all other sentient species only exist within the binary that humans made just based on what's probably pretty universally understood knowledge of animal gender in the nms universe. EXHIBIT C. For gods sake they're all aliens and they're all busy with Other Pursuits. do you think the aliens developed the exact same idea of gender as humans? Do you think any single vy'keen cares about the sex of the soldier they're fighting alongside? Do you want me to believe gek can't just change their gender presentation based solely on what Smells They Emit? What more is a new gender identity thought up by a korvax one day than a new theory and potential for new discovery and new things to learn? Bringing this back around to transmasc polo. I like to think of this as that trans remy ratatouille theory. Where polo being trans is absolutely fine, but daring to be anything but a trader is what makes you an outcast. And look ive got like 800 billion other thoughts on nms and queer theory and the space anomaly and gay people and allegory and analogy but jts almost 3 am. And this entire post has been one looooong stream of consciousness. Apologies to the no mans sky tag on tumblr for this post. Btw. But i did also want to share my trans nb nada ideas too and luckily i typed that out a couple days ago over discors already sooooo 👇 ("prime gender" is in reference to "Prime" being on the list of genders fauna can have, as well as "Non-uniform" and also im connecting it to korvax prime bc it was on my mind and im like 80% sure Nada is canonically from korvax prime pre-destriction)

#speci speaks #nms #no mans sky #<- gaze upon part 1 of my magnus opiumus nms tag on tumblr. my wicked and villainous TRANSGENDER THEORIES

[localcanadiancryptid22]

Context for the last post

Remy's god of death thing is more prominent and has a bigger focus in the story than his mad scientist part (which doesn't exist anymore). Also mars is a god too but is the god of love. Also also remy is additionally the god of prophecy. The kids didn't come from remy having monster sex with many monsters but are instead clones of both remy and several monsters. They were created for the purpose of helping stop the apocalypse that will be caused by billie aka the goddess of chaos in the future,which is an event he saw using his future vision power (since he IS the god of prophecy after all) and remy chose strong monsters to be the kids' other parents so that they'll be powerful enough to stop the apocalypse. However despite his kids not being created out of a desire to have children (he originally didn't want kids before deciding that having kids is the only option),he loves his kiddos very much. Also the radcliffe kids are called the 11 champions since they will be like his knights whenever the apocalypse comes around (the word champion means a knight who fought in single combat on behalf of the monarch). Remy and mars aren't mad scientists anymore,they're just two (married) gods :]. The radcliffes plot 👉 The main premise of the radcliffes is that remy is an assassin who not only kills people because of his death god duties but also kills people whenever a client asks for it,he kills people using his murder inc business which is called terminator corps (terminate means to assassinate someone). His friends are a part of his murder inc business and often help him in his endeavors,whether if they're family or god related. Remy and co (including his family. his kids and mars help at times) kill people for a living while dealing with animus (a word that means hostility/ill feeling) aka the god of hatred who's trying to destroy the world as revenge for remy's mistreatment and (magical. remy is still not a mad scientist) experimentation of him (remy used to be evil asf before he met mars,he still is but now it's a bit toned down due to him having his amor). (animus' reasoning in a nutshell is basically this 👉 "you treated me like dirt,beating me up and constantly subjecting me to inhumane experiments,well now i shall ruin everything you worked on. starting with your family and then i'll destroy the world which you sought to protect! *evil laughter*).

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Remy radcliffe and his nb romantic partner's name is mars monochrome. His 11 kids are named jodie angeline "jojo" radcliffe,fox sally danger radcliffe,anomaly rosalyn radcliffe,mosaic "momo" radcliffe,danny blade davis radcliffe,robbie radcliffe,virgil "vee" radcliffe ,rowan riddle radcliffe,randall oswald "randy" radcliffe,phoenix radcliffe,and rocket radcliffe.

#my ocs #oc stuff #oc writing #original fiction #oc lore #original characters #writeblr #lore

[lgbtqreads]

Hello! I was wondering if you know of many queer books that involve some amount of nerd culture, like video games or dnd or anime. It doesn’t have to be a major component, but I’d love to read some more books that mention like gaming with online friends or hanging out at a game store or something. I’d especially love if one of the main characters involved with that is female but M/M or NB is cool too.

Yep, here are a bunch from the Romance by Trope page: https://lgbtqreads.com/romanceadult/by-tropearchetype/

F/F

Style by Chelsea Cameron (YA) (Amz)

Paper Love by Jae

The Better to Kiss You With by Michelle Osgood

Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde (YA)(B) (Amz)

M/M

Conventionally Yours by Annabeth Albert

Out of Character by Annabeth Albert

The Geek Who Saved Christmas by Annabeth Albert

Climbing the Date Palm by Shira Glassman (Fantasy)

Looking for Group by Alexis Hall

Social Intercourse by Greg Howard (YA)

Right Where I Left You by Julian Winters (YA) - honestly, he is the best author for exactly what you describe, but his books are all m/m, though he generally has solid female secondaries

and related, these are from the Fandom section:

F/F

Ship It by Britta Lundin

The Princess and the Fangirl by Ashley Poston

M/M

Conventionally Yours by Annabeth Albert

How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by JC Lillis (YA)

F/NB

The Pros of Cons by Alison Cherry, Lindsay Ribar, and Michelle Schusterman

The One True Me and You by Remi K. England

And I must mention the upcoming Beating Heart Baby by Lio Min, which is a gorgeous YA coming July 26th starring anime nerds. There's also Verona Comics by Jennifer Dugan for a comics nerd.

Another one I love coming in July with an ace-questioning MC is A Furry Faux Pas by Jessica Kara - it's all about furries/a furry convention and it's great!

[erigold13261]

How did Sofa and Remi realize the they were NB and transmasc respectively?

I don't know about Sofa. They really just tried stuff out and saw what fit. They are a lot more casual about their gender identity than Remi is, so for them they just tried stuff out in discord servers/online to see what felt right and then asked friends to try different pronouns until something stuck.

It also probably helped that Sofa likes wearing skirts from a young age so definitely had some help realizing they were not cisgender.

For Remi, I would say he never really cared as much for girl stuff (clothes, make-up, toys) and would always gravitate to more masculine stuff. Which honestly upset him a lot because he wanted to be just like Eve when he was super young and would force himself to do all the super girly things he felt Eve would approve of.

He wanted to be a beautiful girl and get the same love that Eve got for her work and appearance. And honestly he did get it from friends and family, but it never truly felt right. It felt a lot like lying and being fake and having to walk on eggshells to try and make everyone around him happy or comfortable.

I would say one day for a photo shoot Eve looked like she cut her hair short (it was a wig and bald cap) but Remi took that as an opportunity to finally cut his hair short and that was one of the main factors that helped led him to realize he was tranmasc.

From that point on he used makeup to try and masculinize his face or clothes as makeshift binders until Eve came back over and saw what he was doing. There she helped him get a proper binder, a proper "boy's" haircut, and how to properly do masc make-up.

For Remi, he started his trans journey probably around 8-9 years old. That was when he started the overcompensation of girli-ness which lasted until he was about 12-13 where he came out as transmasc. Sofa on the other hand started experimenting around 11-12 and finally picked the NB label around 15 years old and has been NB ever since.

#nsr #eritalks #noart #asks

[butchvulcan]

🌻 remy/21/tme/he/they/lesbian/mixed nb uslatine

🌻 this is mostly my aes blog but sometimes i forget or whatever / my personal+fandom sideblog is here i mostly post abt horror movies tv and sometimes my art

🌻 ok i love you

#pinned post bc i never fixed my placeholder carrd i promised myself i would after a YEAR.anyways.... #i have a comic blog too but i never post anymore </3

[chatotbox]

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NIX!!!! NIX I LOVE YOUUUU. remy was so intimidated by nix for the first like six months they knew each other, it's honestly hilarious. the major sense that nix would have gotten off of remy was just the eyes emojis around corners that disappeared any time they looked. you have the Energy of a bad bitch who shouldn't be fucked with, and remy was scared of your bronzong and your Space Rocks.

that has certainly changed since the dissolution of OG Rocket and even more so in the years after that, because being friends with cale meant spending more time around nix which meant befriending nix properly! they really like nix's insight on things and honestly bonding because of the NB experience is real.

nix knowing remy's a latent psychic before they ever do and being so cryptic about it that remy just never realizes will never fail to crack me up too it KILLS ME.

random character headcanons!

#tollthebell