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janaknandini-singh999 · 3 months

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When the non binary planet fell in love with a gender fluid deity <3

part 1

part 2 here

Ila/Sudyumna: she/him

Budh: they/them

source: the Hindu mythology tales according to which Ila gave birth to Chandravanshis (the lunar dynasty) and Budh was the Mercury planet

"Do I know you?" the prince batted his long eyelashes, furrowing his eyebrows

Budh sighed. Their heart broke every time their lover didn't even recognize them.

Budh had been cursed by their maharishi (sage) father to be born as a gender neuter when he had come to know that Budh was an illegitimate child.

"You have betrayed me!" He had shouted at his wife "May your child be born neither as male or female. Be it be outside just as you're neither here nor there!"

Budh had been often made fun of because of that. It used to hurt them all the time but their mother used to say "Don't worry, child. You will find your purpose, too." gently patting and kissing their forehead

They weren't as convinced of that, though

Not until they met Sudyumna

As soon as they laid eyes on him, they knew their destiny had come walking right to them. As soon as he had entered that forest, Budh had hid behind a tree, biting their lips and frantically thinking of calling out to Sudyumna to warn him that this was no ordinary forest but a magical one woven by Shiva himself called Shravana. Any being who'd enter this forest of Shravana would be turned into a female. It was a special place where Shiva and Parvati made love but Parvati was furious one day when males used to enter and intrude them so Shiva granted the forest the ability to turn anyone who'd enter it, to a female

"Prince- !" Budh started

Too late

Sudyumna had already started transforming into a woman. He looked around at his body slowly changing but before he could react, it was done

Budh's eyes had widened. Sudyumna had turned into the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. The jewels and clothes were still the same but now a female body inhabited the prince's attire.

"Who am I?" Sudyumna had been confused after having forgotten everything about when he was a male

Suddenly Sudyumna's gaze had fallen upon Budh

She had blinked her long eyelashes "Please help me. I think I'm lost" she had whispered in broken tones, afraid that she was all alone in this vast forest and she didn't even remember who she was "I know it sounds absurd but I- I don't.. Do you know who I am?"

Budh had been so pained to see Sudyumna this way but they still couldn't just help but fall for Sudyumna even more

"Ila" Budh said the first name that came to them

"Ila" she echoed, relishing the sound of the name, making it settle in her heart.

At last, she had smiled

And Budh had smiled back

A month went by and both had grown deeper in love with each other, living happily in the forest together

Budh had told Ila about what happened to Sudyumna, about who she really was. They didn't want to hide anything from her. And Ila listened in awe. It was hard to believe at first but as soon as Budh showed her other male creatures entering the forest instantly turning into females, she was dumbfounded

On the last day before the next month, Budh told Ila that now she'd change again into the male body as Sudyumna, losing memories of everything during when she was Ila. And this is how it would go on. One month as Ila, one as Sudyumna and so on.

That is the law of Shivshakti's Shravana

Ila closed her eyes and nodded slowly. When she opened them again, there were tears in them

"I will forget you, too?"

Budh nodded, unable to form any words because of the grief. Grief of losing the only one who had understood them, who felt so connected to them. Gender had rolled a dice and played a game with both of them so they were similar but Budh didn't fall for their lover just because of that. Gender was never the determinant because Budh loved regardless of when their lover's body was of a man's or woman's, whether it was this birth or any other

They loved Sudyumna/Ila. Always

"I don't want to," Ila continued, lowering her eyes, averting them away from Budh. Suddenly, she looked up, a wistful glint in her eyes "Make me remember again. Like you did. Please, I can't afford to forget you" she held Budh's hands tightly, as if clutching an anchor of her memories with them. She caressed Budh's face, as if to memorize each atom of their skin, their soul. So reverently, praying that nothing would be ever able to forget her of this. "Make me remember us. Every time. Promise me, please."

"I do" Budh kissed her eyes

Ila smiled and dissolved into a light as her body started transforming again. Budh stood back

And there he was

Sudyumna

Budh turned around and started walking away, seeking shelter behind the trees as he did before Sudyumna came in their life. They will always keep a protective eye over their lover from there

"Hey!"

Budh stopped in their tracks, heart banging against the chest. Maybe Sudyumna did still remember them, after all! Budh turned around

"Do I know you?" The prince batted his long eyelashes, furrowing his eyebrows

Budh sighed now "I am Budh"

"Nice to meet you, Budh!" Sudyumna held out his hand

Budh smiled politely and shook it, their eyes falling on the scar visible on his palm

"Oh, that's just another battle mark. Badges of honour, ya know? I have many!" Sudyumna beamed

Budh nodded "I know"

They remembered tracing and kissing all scars on Ila's body. There were actually a lot of them. And Budh knew exactly where each one was

"Maybe someday as Sudyumna I could tell you the stories behind each one of them" Ila had whispered, kissing Budh back

"You know about my scars?" Sudyumna said now "Isn't it the first time of us meeting.. umm? OH, where are my manners!? I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Sudyumna and-" He suddenly looked around at the forest "Wait, how much time exactly have I been HERE? I'm sorry but I really need to rush back to my kingdom right now. Again, it was a pleasure to meet you, Budh."

Budh looked at his silhouette going away

Neither here nor there

So, somewhere in the midst of it all

Meet me again?

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zubrkrolpuszczy · 5 months

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I can't stop laughing because the ancient Greeks were literally arguing who was uke and who was seme in the relationship between Achilles and Patroclus

#shitpost #achilles #patrochilles #patroclus #greek mythology #queer story #song of achilles #history

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freenbeckyyy · 9 months

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Here for them 💕

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rapha-reads · 4 months

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Was angry and sad and feuding with friends. On the phone with my sister, my biggest support system, she was at a restaurant with a friend of hers and her parents who are human rights activists and psychologists, they literally helped me craft an answer to my friends. Then my sister said, "I've started watching a show with my friend, and I think it's exactly your kind of story, I think you'll love it". Well whaddaya know, my sis knows me well. One episode in and I am deeply into it.

Show is Fellow Travelers with Matt Bomer and Jonathan Bailey, a political queer story spanning from the 50s and McCarthyism to the 80s and HIV crisis, love and political intrigue and 20th century turmoil and two amazing queer actors knowing their roots and acting the hell out of it.

10/10 recommend to anyone wanting political queerness.

#fellow travelers #jonathan bailey #matt bomer #queer shows #queer story #political queer show #rapha talks #rapha watches shows

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fru1typunch · 7 months

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So like whether or not it's intentional, I love that Crowley is a trans allegory in Good Omens, since I'm trans myself. Crowley is Anthony J. Crowley, not Crawley, and certainly not whoever angel he wasn't ever meant to be. To insist he still is or would want to be that angel is insulting to his chosen and real identity (side eye to Aziraphale...).

So that got me thinking...

Two (queer) humans got Crowley to understand he is in love and if he is going to do anything about it, it needs to be the right approach. The human approach to love; proper communication (still working that out, I suppose.)

In season three, what if there is a parallel for Aziraphale? A human gets Aziraphale to understand choice and identity the same way Nina and Maggie got Crowley to (sort of) understand proper real love. And what if that human is a trans human. Aziraphale realizes Crowley's identity is real and chosen and is Crowley, not anyone or anything else. (And no, Aziraphale wouldn't realize one's chosen expression and real identity is REAL by at first getting it wrong like SO many shitty shows have done before with trans storylines. Aziraphale respects people's identities, even if gender is beyond him. Honestly, no one, human or otherwise, should get the hypothetical trans character's identity wrong or misgender them, Good Omens isn't about that and it'd tarnish the story imo.)

I think that queer humans showing Crowley and Aziraphale how to be "human" is kind of nice. The two of them are a queer allegory afterall, by human standards. Crowley specifically is a trans allegory, by human standards. This hypothetical human helping Aziraphale understand things wouldn't and honestly shouldn't be "just trans and that's their whole character" like a lot of shows with shitty flat attempts at "representation" do. Just like how the human couple that gets Crowley to understand love happens to be lesbians, the human that gets Aziraphale to understand choice and identity just happens to be trans. It'd be powerful and meaningful if done right, and would add a real depth to the story that I already love to see, same as how Nina and Maggie being a queer couple did.

Not trying to say how a story should be written, by any means. But Lord, would I adore seeing something like this on screen. I'd especially love them to be a trans masc character, maybe it's just cuz I'm trans masc myself, but I don't know of a lot of trans masc representation. I really don't know of many stories with trans characters whose trans identity is integral to the story progression without the story being just focused on queerness. If I think anything could do it right though, Good Omens could.

Anywhoozles. Crowley's fall and reclamation of his own autonomy in choosing his own form of existence is a trans allegory and a damn good one regardless of whether or not it was intentional. Aziraphale needs to understand Crowley's existence is just Crowley, and nothing else.

(Side note; maybe something like this would be more meaningful and realistic to getting Aziraphale to understand humanity, the way he needs to to reach the end of the story with Crowley, than some of the other ways folks have proposed...?)

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rosstrytobe · 13 days

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OLIVER I LOVE YOU 😭❤️

#oliver stark #911 abc #hen x karen #bisexuality #buck #911 7x04 #ig story #lesbians #gay #queer story

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pickled-flowers · 6 months

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Two years ago, it's a summer night, I'm going to a punk party. I'm with my friends, all dressed in fishnets, chains and cool makeup, we smoke as we walk along the train track to get there. The music is super loud and I sit on a couch to smoke some more. My friend, who is a regular there, presents me to a friend of hers. They're wearing a melon hat, and they take a Ziploc bag out of their pocket and start grinding their weed. They take off their hat, and their hair is buzzed under it, leaving a crown of hair, like a monk. I don't know why but I still find them super cute. We walk back to the subway station, through the wood, on the train tracks. In the subway, they give me a patch they painted themselves that day. It's a strip of white cloth with green stars on it. I go home and put it on my wall. I never see them again

#weed tw #drug tw #queer story #i dont even remember their name but this is a meeting i keep with me at all time #the patch is secured in my jewelry box now

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infiniteorangethethird · 5 months

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y'all remember that "soulmate au except aromantic & anti-amatonormativity" story idea I had? Well good news the demons in my head won I'm writing it (against my better judgment) so stay tuned fellas ✌️

#might post my fav snippets as i progress with the chapters idk #im still at the beginning tho so it'll prolly take at least a month or two before i can actually start posting #i don't even know yet WHERE i will post it #writing #aromantic #aro #aroace #arospec #aro writing #aromantic writing #ace writing #asexual writing #aroace writing #lgbtq #lgbt writing #queer writing #queer story #queer stuff

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the-missann · 2 months

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So, this is a dead story I wanna write, but don't know what else to do with it.

The door at the stage opened and out came the princess. Everyone in the room was captured by her beauty, none said anything as she walked out.

Her hair, done up in long twists, fell effortlessly behind her. Her skin glowed in the dim light that surrounded the stage. She stood at the center and it almost seemed as if Brown’s eyes met her, but she knew that couldn’t have been the case. The princess removed her veil and her features popped even more as her face remained relaxed.

Then, the music began.

Everyone watched as her arm went up and the cloth there moved with her. Her eyes closed and she began to move with the music, the cloth chased behind her creating a sight none of them could ever forget.

Brown watched everything that moved, her hair, the cloth, but most importantly, she focused on her face. Seeing how relaxed she looked and how effortlessly the movements were caused Brown’s heart to swell. The others in the room began to disappear as all she could see was her… The princess.

The routine went on and everyone watched as the princess performed the moves with a smoothness akin to a waterfall. They all knew when it was going to be over as the music climaxed suddenly stopped, as did she. Everyone waited while the princess remained standing there, once she caught her breath and stood up and addressed everyone.

“I welcome you all, servants of the kingdom and residents in my home, to a new generation of prosperity!”

Everyone clapped and cheered at her words and the princess finally let out a smile. Brown couldn’t help but feel her face grow red and she began to move closer to the door where the princess was to leave. The noise in the room was loud, but Brown was too focused to let it distract her.

The princess left the stage and was being escorted out when Brown kneeled in front of her, seeing this, the princess stopped and looked at her.

Her guard put himself between them.

“Princess, we must leave,” he said.

“I know,” she said to her right hand, “but what is this Sage warrior doing?” Brown looked up once she said that.

“I can’t request a private moment with you, but I don’t need it.” Brown’s face lit up as she spoke. “I wanted to personally ask you to anoint me as your other right hand.”

Everyone in the room stopped their excitement and watched the scene play out.

“How brazen!” Her right hand spoke. “What makes you think you’re good enough to protect her?”

“I’ll do anything to prove it… if it means I get to fight for her side, then I'll freeze Hell!” The princess watched this and then she began to step forward.

“Princess…” The right hand let her walk, Brown then stood up to meet the Princess at eye level.

“You’ve already declared your life for the kingdom, you wish to pledge whatever is left to me?”

Brown nodded. “I’ve never wanted anything but to be sure you live as the most righteous princess and soon to be queen! It would be more than an honor to see that.”

The princess stared at her, and the silence overtook the room as everyone anticipated her response to Brown’s declaration...

Yes, this is a "history will say they were good friends" type of story

#creative writing #writing #writing community #writing side of tumblr #writers of tumblr #writeblr #writeblur #original character #fiction writing #writers #my writing #book writing #writerblr #writer #novel writing #writerscommunity #queer story

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affinitystoryblog · 1 year

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the long awaited character sheets for the main 7!! Everett isnt introduced until mid book 1 but he becomes a main character as soon as his debut.

here's a bit of basic information about each character as well as their powers, weapons, and magical outfits! please take your time to check out the little details hidden in these large sheets :D

#ocs #original characters #original content #original story #character sheets #character design #magical girl #magical boy #lgbt #queer #queer story #my art #artist on tumblr #small artist #star squad #character sheet

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jellysaidshit · 1 month

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Our Story. Chapter 3.

Content warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, partying, angst angst angst

Tag list: @badaseyebags (as or dm to be added!)

"I’m telling you, Beau, we totally should do that,” Ash sounded very excited about whatever it was as they entered the house. So excited it made Winston, the bullterrier, jump up from the place he was peacefully napping at. He barked at a pink haired person once and turned back to his owner, Nyx.

“Ash, this place is tiny,” Beau tried to sound rational as she reasoned with her enthusiastic friend. “Also, you’re not the only one living here.” she nodded at the oldest girl who was sitting on the sofa. Beau was right, Nyx was the one who made it clear she doesn’t like anything too loud or too messy.

“But a welcome party is a necessary thing!” Chubby person exclaimed as they put their bag on the bar stool before reaching for a drink in the fridge. The way they acted seemed so childish to Nyx, all the absurd sweaters and pink hair, smoking and love for chocolate. In her eyes they were the sibling that never grew up.

“It is, I agree, but it’s not like just me and you live here,” the shorter girl still tried to calm the other person. She took a sip of Ash's drink, and Ash's face showed clear disappointment. “Alright, if you wanna do it, I won’t be against it.” Beau seemed to be childish too, but not as childish as Ash. Her style was more mature, but occasional pigtails or pink pieces of clothes reminded Nyx of a middle schoolers. That only made Nyx feel like Beau was her younger sister.

“What are you two on about?” River walked out of her room, rubbing her eyes. Nyx heard her returning back very late at night the day before, so she wasn’t shocked when the girl woke up at 4pm. “I swear these walls are made out of cardboard.” She mumbled as she walked to the fridge to get something to eat. River was the youngest, but she was the most mature out of the three. Nyx was curious about her, but she also felt like it wasn’t worth it to get close to any of them.

“Ashie wants to throw a welcome party to celebrate us moving in.” Beau explained as Ash just nodded along. “If I’m being honest, I wouldn’t be against it. It’s just that me and them aren’t the only ones living here.” she looked at the long-haired girl as Ash moved to sit on the chair.

“If it’s at our place, I don’t mind.” River shrugged as she walked back past Beau with a food container in her hand to sit next to Ash. “As long as everyone is okay.” She looked at the shorter girl, making Beau blush and Ash smirk.

“No parties in this house.” Nyx said as she turned back to her laptop.

“Just as I predicted,” Beau mumbled. She looked at Ash, who was already starting to get heated.

“But why, Nyx?” they exclaimed as they looked at the oldest girl.

“My house, my rules,” was all she said before putting her earphones back on.

“Fun police,” Ash mumbled as they took their bag and walked to their room, slamming the door like a child.

Beau looked at River and bit her bottom lip. Her bag in her hand, she didn’t know what the right thing was to do. Party for sure sounded fun, but if one of the roommates was against it there was nothing she could do really. Taking a cookie from the counter she walked to her room while River stayed to eat her first meal of the day.

“Also, could you come back earlier, River?” Nyx said not turning to the girl. River swallowed the food and looked at the older girl. “As you said, the walls are thin, and I hear every step you take to your room.” with that, the oldest girl grabbed her stuff and moved towards her room as Winston followed her. As Ash started blasting Måneskin, River took a deep breath and continued her meal.

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Two days after, Ash got home from their class a bit later than usual. The first thing she saw were Beau and River on the couch, Winston between them as they discussed something.

“Aw, cute,” they giggled as they noticed that they were watching a movie. “But I have the good news,” they raised an eyebrow.

“What news?” Beau asked them.

“Art major is going on two-day field trip,” the chubby person giggled.

“No, Ash.” Beau stood up and walked to her friend.

“Yes, Beau,” they smirked at the shorter girl. “It’s gonna be only close friends party, we will clean after, and she will not even know!” They said in a quieter tone while moving to sit on the armchair. Looking at River, they asked, “Riv, are you in?”

“I won’t be here that night,” the black-haired girl answered. “But I will not tell Nyx anything if you’re gonna do it.” She answered as she got up and stared at Ash. “If you really wanna do it, I say go for it.”

“Alright, Beau.” Ash smirked as they looked back at their best friend. “You heard that, right? Let's do it, please?” They pouted as they asked Beau to back them up.

“Alright.” Beau exhaled as she ruffled pink hair on her bestie’s head. “But in case we get busted, I’m blaming you.”

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“Nova, baby!” Ash shouted over the loud music that was blasting in the apartment’s living room. They stumbled over to the newcomers, already tipsy from several shots and a glass of peach highball. Person hugged their friend, Nova, tightly as Beau walked over with two glasses of something that smelled like fruit cider. Passing the glasses to the newcomers, she pulled Ash off the poor girl.

“Ash, Beau!” Nova smiled as she pinched pink haired person’s cheek. “This place is nice!”

“Very nice,” Added another friend, Bun. “Bigger than the one we had to share.”

As the time went, Ash got tipsier, more people came over and music went louder, but Beau got more and more anxious. She was also drinking, maybe less than Ash, but still the feeling didn’t leave her. That feeling that is like a warning as if something is gonna happen.

And she must have been a fortune teller in her past life. Just as she was about to down her drink, the front door opened. After that, everything felt like it was in slow motion: Nyx stood there with her mouth open, her bag fell on the floor, as she shouted Ash’s name.

Nyx tried to take a deep breath, but she felt like she was drowning. The music felt like it was squishing her body as she stood there, trying to come back to reality. All she could think of was the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies dancing in the middle of the room.

Except those bodies weren’t her roommates' friends. They were her parents and their friends. The alcohol wasn’t highballs and expensive vodka, it was cheap booze and beer. She wasn’t herself; she was five years old again and she lived in a one room apartment that she shared with her parents.

She saw Ash with a bottle of vodka in their hand as they poured a drink to someone she didn’t know. She saw Beau looking at her and at others. She felt her knees give up, and when it happened Beau rushed to her side.

“Ash!!! Stop the music!” The younger girl shouted as she ran towards Nyx. As she reached to help the older girl up, but she pulled away as she tried to take a deeper breath. Ash rushed to turn off the music while shouting at others to leave. “Nyx, I’m sorry, we both are so sorry.”

Beau tried to help the girl again as she slowly got back on her feet, but she didn’t let her. Instead, she shouted, “I... I told you! No parties or alcohol in this house!” She stepped into the living space as the guests left.

A couple minutes later, it was just Ash and Beau standing in front of Nyx. Her breath was now calming down as she drank water.

“It is my fault, Nyx,” Ash said after they came clean about their idea. “I thought you’d be back tomorrow, I’m sorry.”

“There are reasons why I don’t let you get drunk in this house and why I don’t like the fact you and River smoke.” the oldest girl took a deep breath as she tried to hold her tears. She sat down on the couch. “I can’t stand it. I cannot.”

Ash was slightly swaying from side to side as they leaned on the armchair. They pouted as they shook their head. “But it wasn’t even that many people!” they exclaimed and hissed as Beau pinched them.

“Two people, twenty two or two hundred – I do not care!” Nyx said, her voice loud and clear. “No parties and no poison were the only rules I pushed, and those were the rules you didn’t care about!”

Her eyes were suddenly clouded by tears. The oldest girl was so angry at them, and with every moment both Ash and Beau seemed so childish, so young, so irresponsible. Nyx hated that, yet the pain from her future was telling her to save them, to look after them.

She put down the glass as she stood up from the couch.

“Well, I’m gonna leave for the whole day tomorrow.” She said, biting her cheek. “And when I come back, I want the apartment look and smell like the new one. I don’t fucking care how bad your hangover is, cleaning up was one of the rules too.”

She sniffed and, picking up her bag, left towards her room. Ash, who was standing proud while Nyx was talking to them, collapsed on the floor and leaned their head on the armchair, sobbing.

“Beau, she hates me,” they quietly cried as Beau sat next to them. “She hates me, I’m dumb, and childish, and...”

Beau hugged her best friend. “No, she doesn’t hate you.” she tried to calm them down. “She has her reasons, she said that, Ashie. Now, let’s go to sleep, we need to clean tomorrow.”

Author's note: Thank you for reading this! Please feel free to like and/or reblog the story if you like it!

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