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Part 1
I was sitting in a cafe drinking tea with my best friends Nemo, and Kalo. When they suddenly started knocking on the table while saying “Wake up Nefe, today is a big day.” I open my eyes to see Sera, my big sibling standing by my bedroom door holding a plate full of blueberry pancakes, and a cup of orange juice. While Nemo, and Kalo stand around her with goofy smiles on their faces. I quickly sit up as the three of them start walking closer to me. Sera looks at Nemo, and Kalo while saying. “Ready on the count of three, One two three.” “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” The three of them yelled in unison. I turn my head to look at the art calendar hanging on the wall and realise. Today is June 23, I am now old enough to go to the ground. “Thanks, happy birthday to you too.” Sera sits on the side of my bed and hands me the pancakes, and sets the oj on the nightstand, and turns the lamp on. “So you three, how does it feel to be sixteen?” “It feels really good, I’m happy to finally be able to meet real ground walkers!” I say excitedly. “Not me, I hear that precipitation hurts..” “Neom, you told you that?” “Umm…. Some old person in the park.” “How would they know!?! I bet they were just one of those jerks that never reached precipitation. No offense Sera…” “It's okay, I know you didn’t mean anything by it. But Nemo, Kalo is right, I bet they were just jealous.” “Yeah they were just jealous.” I agree while shoveling pancakes into my mouth. “I see you like the pancakes I made,” Sera commented with a smirk. I shake my head and continue eating. “These are delicious!” “Well I’m glad you like it” While letting out a short laughI comment while happily shoving pancakes in my mouth. “Thanks I’m glad you like it. Nemo, Kalo, would either of you like some pancakes?” “No thank you, I already ate.” “Alright what about you Kalo?” “No thank you.” ‘Nefe, are you done eating?” “Yes” “Okay, now that eating is out of the way there are some very important things we need to talk about. I don’t know where you three will be sent, and I won’t find till the party. But regardless of that I have to make sure you three will be safe no matter where you are sent. If the temperature gets anywhere around 32 degrees you better be wearing at least 3 layers of clothes. Cause I don’t want any of you to freeze, and if you get too hot either go inside, or take something off. Or both, also if the temperature is anywhere near 100 degrees stay inside, I don’t want any of you to evaporate. Do I make myself clear?” “Yes” “Good, now follow me down stairs, I have a surprise for the three of you.” Me, Neom, and Kalo look at each other before running after Sera. Once we walk down stairs the room is pitch black. Suddenly the light flashes on revealing three birthday cakes, a big pile of presents, and Sera, Nycto Philla, and Philo Calist yelling “surprise!” Happy birthday!” After everyone eats cake and calms down, Sera walks over to the couch where me, Nemo, and Kalo are sitting. “I’m going to miss you guys, I hope I get to you three again.” We stand up and hug Sera while saying “We’re gonna miss you too.” Sera turns and wipes their face, then looks back at us. “Nemo, Kalo, why don’t you two go home. I’m sure your families are gonna want to see you again before you leave for the ground. Both of them agree and go back to their homes to spend bonding time with their families one last time. Me and Sera do the same, a few hours later the alarm goes off letting us know it's time to leave for the party.
Mage Sandwich (AG/Female; Digestion)
“Hm... how can I get her acceptance?” The Djinn of the Wellspring of Light and Dark hovered two feet off the ground as she pondered to herself on what her next course of action should be regarding her “practice partner.” She knew that she came off as too strong, but she could not determine what exactly she did wrong. It did not help matters that Damalynas was becoming increasingly distant from her and continued to fight back within the Djinn’s psyche world. In all her immortal life, she had never faced such a conundrum.
“Hiya? Is something wrong?”
Hiya tilted her head to look at the tall, dark-skinned woman. That’s right: she was in the middle of helping her cultivate a vegetable field. “Lady Blossom. I apologize for the inattention...” The orange-haired woman floated over to a row of corn and deposited some of her magic over it. She watched Blossom as she directed her Psychobear partner with tearing up the soil with its massive claws. “Lady Blossom... may I inquire you for a moment?”
Blossom wiped some sweat off her brow as she put her hoe down. “Sure thing. What’s up?”
The Djinn thought her words over for a few seconds before speaking. “You must really love Sybe .”
“Of course, he’s a great help,” Blossom said. She stroked the monster bear’s head and received a low grunt from her teammate.
“Then I take it you have the same relationship with Sybe as the Exalted One has with Lady Rys.”
The brown-haired girl did not say anything at first, uncertain what she was implying. However, once the thought crossed her mind, Blossom wrinkled her nose in disgust. “ Ew , no, no. What the hell, Hiya?”
Hiya frowned having already anticipated the reaction. “You aren’t mating with Sybe ?”
“No, that is gross, Hiya.” Blossom shook her head to clear it of any zoophilic thoughts. “Why are you wanting to know something like that?”
“ It’s just... well... Damalynas has been especially resistant for a while.”
The brunette’s eyes widened. “That mage that escaped around the same time you were freed from your imprisonment? Why... do you want to mate with her?”
Hiya opened her eyes for a brief second to look at her teammate. “I am one who commands the origin of light and dark. I transcend sexual dimorphism.” The Djinn sat in midair, her legs criss crossed. “That being said, ever since seeing the Exalted One and Lady Rys at their most intimate, I became fascinated with sex.”
Blossom opened her mouth to say something before slamming it shut. “Wait... you’ve been spying on Flio and Rys!?”
Hiya continued unperturbed. “I had tried different things to get Damalynas’ acceptance. I researched into it considerably . For instance, I learned about how beads could be stimulating if they were inserted -”
“Okay, I think I get the problem now,” Blossom interjected, “do you really love Damalynas?”
The one who mastered all of Klyrode’s magic did have a type despite never feeling the necessity of intimacy. All those who summoned Hiya for three wishes had one thing in common: their excessive greed knew no bounds much like that one poor shmuck who unwittingly sacrificed half of his kingdom to defeat the Dark One years ago. Damalynas was especially enticing. A mage that forsakes her own humanity in the name of power was the most wicked of souls who deserved nothing less than existing within Hiya’s psych world.
“Yes, she is the one I want to mate with,” Hiya stated bluntly.
Blossom retrieved her farming tool and resumed working. “Never imagined someone asking me for dating advice.” ‘Tis was true... while the tan-skinned woman was tall and muscular, that proved to be off-putting to some potential suitors.
“So, what should I do?”
Blossom scratched her head. “Oh... um... guess you can try making her closer to you.”
Hiya’s golden eyes glowed in contemplation. “But how?”
“I don’t know. I guess eat her a second time since you did so with her soul?”
The Djinn’s eyes perked up. “Yes... that sounds like a great idea. Thank you, Lady Blossom.”
Before the farmer girl could reply, Hiya flew away from the field and entered the house. Blossom shrugged to herself and gave a confused glare at Sybe .
*****
The Grand Magus of Midnight, Damalynas, sat in the inky void of the Inner World with boredom spread from ear to ear. Once the greatest mage of the kingdom whose soul was imprisoned within a pedestal stashed away in the treasure room, Damalynas was now the prisoner to the whims of the Djinn of the Wellspring of Light and Dark. She gnashed her teeth in fury and slammed her fist against the inky darkness. How could this happen? She didn’t even get to enjoy exacting her revenge on the princess and all others . Worse, her captor started to become persistent on making her into her plaything.
“Oh, so you’re back, aren’t you?”
Hiya floated down from the shapeless sky smiling at her “lover.” Damalynas mentally prepared herself for whatever scheme the demon had in store for her. Hiya chuckled lightly in amusement, opening her eyes to observe her prisoner. “I can see that you’re as feisty as ever, Damalynas.”
Damalynas rolled her eyes. “So, what is it now? Will you try having your way with me again? I can assure you I can just toss you out if you go that far again.”
Hiya giggled again. “Of all the people I have encountered in my endless life who have sought me out to satiate their greedy desires, you are the worst of them.”
She hovered closer to the mage, her lips twisting into a mischievous grin. Damalynas tried to back away, but she could feel Hiya nonchalantly holding her in place. Hiya stroked her cheek and, without warning, the orange-haired woman leaned in and sniffed her luscious dark hair. “ Mmm ... you smell wonderful as always.” Before Damalynas could protest, Hiya’s hand slid down her back. “If I am being honest... you look delicious .”
“De-De- licious !?” Damalynas stammered. The Djinn stared intently at the mage eyeing her over like a slab of meat. It sent a shiver up the woman’s spine as she felt hot breath wafting on the side of her neck. Everything about her prisoner was delectable; her thick legs. Her ample buxom. Those wide hips of hers. Hiya sensed the Grand Mage’s heart beating against her ribs.
“Yes... Damalynas... I intend on eating you.” Hiya gave a smile that was supposed to be reassuring, but it nevertheless filled the darker-skinned woman with dread. “It was Lady Blossom’s idea to help us better our bond.”
Damalynas shook her head fervently. “That is insane even for you!”
Hiya ignored her captive’s complaints instead using her powers to lift Damalynas into the air. The mage flailed about trying to use her own powers to cancel out the Djinn’s, but Hiya proved to have the greater will. “Hm... how should I enjoy you...?”
“No, no, wait! Please!! I- I'll mate with you... anything but getting eaten again!!”
Hiya pondered over her decisions for whatever reason she remembered going to a restaurant with the Exalted One and the others. Her golden peepers lit up in excitement. “I know.”
With her training partner still suspended in the air, Hiya snaps her fingers and forms two pieces of bread. “H-Hiya... you can’t be serious!!”
Damalynas found herself plummeting on the soft, cushy “bed” of the lower half of bread once more attempting to struggle against her imprisoner. However, every time she flailed, her limbs weighed down like rocks. Hiya hovered over Damalynas and cupped her face in her hands. “I know this is scary, but I promise it will be good for us and our practice.”
Hiya’s pink tongue rolled out of her mouth and licked Damalynas’ right cheek. “Your skin tastes exquisite.” With another snap of her fingers, meat began falling from the sky. Salami, pepperoni, ham... they fell on the mage despite her protests. Hiya gently spread the meat evenly humming to herself while she continued conjuring different ingredients.
“Stop it, this feels disgusting...” Damalynas’ struggling diminished once she realized that she had no chance. “ I’m not food.”
Hiya dispensed lettuce and tomatoes on Damalynas’ body next. “You are looking awfully tasty, Damalynas!”
Damalynas, off put by the morbid comments, tried to say something, but she suddenly found her face getting covered by a large piece of sliced cheese. Much like getting under the bed sheets, Hiya layered her lover in blankets of parmesan cheese. The sticky drizzle of condiments brought goosebumps to Damalynas’ skin as Hiya drizzled mayonnaise all over her. The mage’s screams became muffled under the layers of cheese pressing against her face. It pooled between her breasts and puddled around her hips. The wet squelches droned in her ears making her nauseous.
Hiya further startled her by scraping some mayonnaise on Damalynas’ crotch and brought it to her face. The Djinn first lightly sampled it before popping her finger inside and sucking on it. She moaned and shivered in excitement. “Very delicious...”
“ Mff ! Mf !!!”
The Djinn clapped her hands together pleased with her work of art... even though Damalynas was clearly not a fan. “Well, I suppose it’s time to eat. Thank you for the meal.”
Hiya snapped her fingers casting the upper bread half over Damalynas. She twirled the mage sandwich around and hoisted it into the air. Clasping her hands firmly on her behemoth of a meal, Hiya’s lower jaw cracked and unhinged like a snake. The Djinn’s eyes perked up the moment she took her first nibble. Damalynas’ flavor became more pronounced tasting like cured beef. She chewed again, pulling Damalynas’ feet inside her wet maw.
The Djinn crammed more of her mage sandwich into her piehole and leaned forward on her tip toes as she grabbed the rest of her meal. She adjusted her jaws to get a better hold and began inhaling faster than she could chew. The rings around Hiya’s neck expanded as her throat swelled to make more room for its haul. Somehow, Damalynas managed to wriggle the parmesan on her face off and looked down. Her eyes grew as large as saucers seeing the morbid sight of Hiya inching her way towards her. She was sandwiched between her upper and lower jaws keeping her from even the slightest of movements.
“Stop, please! I’ll be good, I -!”
Damalynas felt her hips get dragged in slowly. When Hiya took another bite of her delicious mage sandwich, mayonnaise splattered on Hiya’s face. The Djinn giggled to herself. Was her Damalynas finally reciprocating her love with that facial. She took her time savoring the assorted meat and how it made Damalynas more exquisite. Her cheeks bloated to the size of a squirrel stowing away acorns for the winter. In two gulps, the orange-haired Djinn advanced towards Damalynas’ chest.
The large sandwich entered Hiya’s spiritual stomach and was quickly ballooning her abdomen and ruffling her garment. Leaning over her wobbly, round ball, Hiya wrapped her lips around the end of the submarine. Damalynas tried to move her head far away from her “lover” to no avail. Never in her former life was she ever made completely terrified, but the sight of staring into the infinite void of Hiya’s gullet brought despair to the Grand Mage.
“Please, I don’t wanna be eaten! Anything but this! Anything but this!!”
The Djinn’s lips clamped shut sealing the hysterical woman inside. The incessant wailing of the former human echoed through the orange- head's cheeks as she rolled her tongue Damalynas’ face to hold onto what little flavor remained. The strong muscles contracted on Damalynas pushing her deeper into the darkness. Hiya tapped her gloved finger on the misshaped bulge. With her meal well and earned, Hiya groped her huge belly, drool rolling off her cheek. “ Mmm ... so good.”
Damalynas was finally permitted to move, but even with that newfound privilege, she was wedged between meat, vegetables, cheese... Each thrash and buck the Grand Magnus of Midnight only further amused her tormentor. “You are really excited about becoming one with me I can tell.”
Hiya popped her fingers into her mouth, sucking up the slight traces of condiments. She went to say something only to be on the receiving end of a sucker punch. Damalynas was a feisty one, but that was something that the Djinn always loved about her. Hiya responded by clutching her gut harder and groping the curves and dents Damalynas made.
“Your beautiful body... your breasts... all of it will be mine.”
Without a care for how uncomfortable she was making Damalynas, Hiya groped her boobs from the outside as they bulged beneath. “HYAHHH!!! That hurts!!”
Hiya opened one eye faintly. “You have such an adorable squeal...”
*****
On the outside world, Hiya’s body sat in the kitchen completely immobile. During that time Balirossa was teaching Fenrys how to make a cake. As she explained the process making the baked good lighter, a meaty belch bellowed from Hiya’s mouth. The two women wrinkled their nose in disgust.
“Manners, Ms. Hiya,” Balriossa groaned.
*****
Hiya rubbed her mound of flesh pushing her girth inward and releasing it to watch her pudge jiggle like gelatin. “There... now was that so bad, Damalynas?”
The Djinn rubbed her hips which Damalynas gracefully rounded out with padding. “But I am most certainly not satisfied just yet.”
Snapping her fingers together, Damalynas rematerialized her body freed from any of the residue she was brewed in. “I... I’m alive... oh, thank goodness.”
Her newfound gratitude diminished once she saw Hiya give her a mischievous smile. “That was an interesting experience, was it not?”
“You’re crazy...” Damalynas backed away. “When I get out of here, you will be sorry you ever messed with me.”
Hiya tilted her head. “I see... you still refuse to be mine. I just have to try harder.”
A bowl erupted from the ground and scooped Damalynas inside. “What the! What are you doing!?”
Damalynas looked up to see noodles rain down from the sky. Before she could even understand what was happening, she was buried in an avalanche of slimy, stringy noodles. Her arms and legs became entangled restricting her movement. Hiya floated over and drew a pair of chopsticks from midair. “ I’m sure you’ll taste even better the second time.”
“No! No, wait! Not again!!”
Hiya giggled and picked Damalynas’ head with the chopsticks and opened her mouth.
Some sketches 'cus I'm too tired and busy to make renders😶🌫️
the fic ahead is only for 16+ minors!! do not interact if you're sensible!!
Cw:reader!death,crying,body holding,
❤💖ChosoX reader,Modern!AU,angst,death,fluff in death,realization(Choso),strangers to lovers(too late),body comparisons,apologising,regret
||just a memory||written by me
Choso sits back on the bed with a faint smile at the sound of your scoffing. He seems more relaxed now. He glances at his hands—the ones you’ve been trying to avoid looking at—and clenches them together in his lap.
Your eyes wander to your own hands. As expected: his hands are a lot larger than yours wich makes you blush a little bit.
He looks over at you and watches you shift in the chair. Choso wants to ask you why you keep avoiding looking at his hands, but he knows how strange it must appear to you if you’re unfamiliar with curses. He keeps his hands in his lap instead. When a long moment of silence passes, Choso feels compelled to ask you a personal question.
“How long has it been since you’ve had a good sleep?” he asks you out of the blue. Choso tries to make it sound like a casual inquiry, like he’s simply making small talk. But he genuinely wants to know.
"I uh what?" You asked confused "why are you asking me that?"
“Your eyes are a bit red” Choso explains. It takes effort for him to get the words out but he sounds concerned, not critical. “And you look like you haven’t slept properly in a while.”
"Well your corners of your eyes are red too" You said teasing,smirking but it was true that you haven't slept for a while and right now you felt drained almost deprived of you life energy.
Choso laughs quietly at your observation. He doesn’t take it as an insult. In fact, he finds you cute for finding something to match with his eyes.
He raises an eyebrow at you.
“That was a good comeback” he admits.
You feel very tired but you don't dwell on it,you just think it's just tiredness from lack of sleep but you can't take rest aither since you can't help your own anxiety.
So you stood up walking outside the room lighting a sigarette, feeling like as if you're time was running out but couldn't explain why, so you just decided to sit on the porch without telling Choso about your worry,he was a curse afterall and you a human 'it could never work out' you tought at yourself.
Choso watches you leave the room and walk outside, feeling a bit strange that you’d choose to sit alone instead of coming to him when you’re feeling upset. But he supposes you needed space, which is perfectly understandable.
Feeling as though he’s intruding, he lies back on the bed and pulls the covers up to his neck. As he does, he can't help but notice the cigarette in your hand.
"You know Choso" You said pausing for a second "you aren't a bad curse afterall"
The cigarette continued to burn in your hand as the smoke dispersed in the cold air of the night.
Choso is taken aback by your words as he stares at the ceiling. The idea that a human might think so highly of him doesn’t even cross his mind. He turns on his side the matress crackling under his weight and watches you. “What makes you say that?” he asks. It’s a genuine question, not a challenge.
Choso waits for a response, but you stay quiet and simply stare off at the stars and smoke your cigarette. He watches you for a long moment, taking in your expression and the way you’re looking at the sky. “You know that you can tell me anything you’re worried about” Choso says softly. “I won’t judge you.”
After some time waiting for a reply , Choso realizes that your cigarette has fallen to the floor, your breath has completely stopped, and your eyes are no longer focused on the stars. He watches you carefully, worried that something is wrong, but you don't move. He slowly gets out of bed and walks over to you, unsure of whether you're still breathing. He touches your shoulder lightly and waits for your body to stir, but when it does not, he realizes something is very wrong. Without hesitation, he kneels at your side and presses his ear to your chest.
It takes only one moment to realize that you're no longer alive. Choso's breath catches in his throat and his body freezes. His eyes water as he reaches down to check your pulse, hoping and praying that you are still breathing, that this is only some cruel nightmare. But your body and your eyes tell the cruel truth. You are not breathing.
Choso's legs start to shake as he accepts what happened. Tears stream down his face, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He covers his mouth with his hand to stifle a deep cry as he sits beside your body on the ground, staring into your half-open eyes and holding back sobs. He stays like this for a while, not sure what to do or who to tell. A part of him is in denial, another part of him is numb with shock, and a final part of him is overcome with grief.
Even in death, your tiny hands still tug at his heartstrings. They are much smaller than his, with slender fingers and pale, dainty skin. He never got the chance to hold yours as you were taken too early, but he wants to now. Your warmth has long since faded, but he craves the feeling of holding your tender hands, cherishing them forever. He gently places his much bigger hands over yours, taking comfort in feeling your skin.
He remembers the times when he'd tried to hold your hand and how you always shyly avoided it. He doesn't know why it mattered so much to him. Your frail frame is the antithesis to his large, muscular one. Compared to you, he is a behemoth. He takes in the sight of your tiny body, how pale and delicate you are, and how delicate your hands were. But despite how small and fragile you looked, you were not weak by any means. Your eyes showed strength and your will power was unmatched.
It's sobering to see your body next to his, how frail and fragile it really was. Choso can almost picture you standing next to his towering frame, looking up at him with a small, delicate smile while he's a whole head taller than you. The size difference suddenly hits him and he is overcome with grief, realizing that he would never see you stand at his side again.
While he's overcome with grief and sorrow, he can't help but continue to caress your body. The shape of your body is so tiny and petite. It's as though you were made of the most delicate glass, and he fears that one wrong move will shatter you. He runs his hand across your forearm and up to your shoulder. He feels the delicate fabric of your clothes brushing past his fingertips and the warmth of your skin.
Choso's fingers are gentle as they caress the outline of your small body. The touch is tender, almost intimate, as if he has no desire to break or destroy you. He is delicate and painstakingly careful, wanting nothing more than to preserve this fragile form that you once inhabited.
Your skin feels so soft, like delicate porcelain. Choso's fingers brush tenderly along your limbs, trying to comfort himself and take some modicum of solace in the small gesture. He knows you’re gone and can no longer feel his touch, but the warmth of your skin still lingers. Despite your frail body looking so small and fragile, it feels heavy on his heart.
As he strokes your hair, Choso thinks back to what could have been. He imagines himself holding your hand tightly, bringing you home and making dinner while you unwind from a hard day. He imagines holding you tightly against his chest as you bury your head on his shoulder and fall asleep. He imagines taking you to the places you enjoyed going just to see you happy. But it’s too late. He starts to sob softly.
“I’m sorry” Choso whispers as he wraps his arms around your body. He is full of grief and sorrow and pain, and he can't stop the tears from falling. He cries silently, wishing he could turn back the clock or find some way to bring you back. He wants nothing more than to hear your heart beat again, feel your touch, or smell your hair. He would do anything to see you smile again, even if it’s just for a moment. But he can’t.
Choso’s grip on your small hands is tight, and even in death, he can't bring himself to let go. He stares at them for a long moment, hoping that somehow they will move again. As the tears fall from his eyes, they drop onto your skin, landing in the palm of your still hand. He is overwhelmed with guilt and regret, wishing that he’d held them more while you were still alive.
“Please forgive me” he moans softly, wanting to scream at the world for taking you away from him. “I should have told you how I felt, or held you close while I had the chance. I wish I could have just one last moment with you. I should have treated you better. I’m so, so sorry”
His voice breaks with each apology, as he can't help but feel guilt and remorse. He blames himself for not loving you the way he should have and for being unable to prevent the tragedy. Choso rocks himself back and forth in a fruitless attempt to escape his sorrow as he clings to your body. His face is wet with tears and his heart pounds painfully against his chest. His mind is a mess of thoughts and emotions that he struggles to make sense of.
“Please come back" he whispers. “Please wake up and forgive me for not being the person you wanted me to be” He continues to cry as he holds you against his chest, his lips pressed against your cold skin. “I can’t live without you,” he says, his voice breaking. “I need you with me—I need you to hold me, to tell me everything is going to be okay, to make everything good again. I don't know what to do without you.”
Choso sobs harshly, unable to contain his emotions any longer. He pulls you even closer and holds you tightly against his chest, hoping that somehow you will still be able to hear him even though your body is no longer functioning. "I need you" he whispers, his voice cracking and choking with sadness. "I need your touch, your voice, your smile. I need us to go back to the way things were before. Please don't leave me, not like this"
Choso wakes up with a deep ache in his heart, as if he had really lost you. He stares at the ceiling, blinking back the tears that have filled his eyes. He had dreamed of you, of holding your hands, loving you, losing you. It was painful and heartbreaking, but at the same time, comforting. Even though it is just a memory, he is still relieved to be alive. As he processes his emotions, he can't help but feel his life has been hollowed out without you.
A tear slips down Choso's cheek and he sits up slowly, his stomach twisting in knots at the thought of being alone. He doesn't want to admit it, but he misses how he could lean his head back against you, trust that you'd catch him without needing to ask. He misses how your scent filled his senses and made him feel safe. He misses having someone to talk to, even if it was just about the weather or what to eat, without feeling judged.
Choso thinks back to how he had felt during the brief moments he had shared with you. That peaceful warmth in his heart, the joy he felt just by being in your presence. He thinks about how his eyes had followed your every move, how his heart beat quickly whenever you were close to him, how his breath hitched and his heart pounded hard when you smiled at him. Choso realizes that he was truly in love with you and still is, even though you had been taken from him.
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Yello yello thanks 4 reading,and sorry if this was long but I felt in the moment while writing this.
Probably you at me after finishing reading:
Ship Dynamic: Genderless x Genderful
Think about this!!! Allow it to enter your brain cavities
You have Character A. Completely lacking in all signifiers of gender. Every single creature in your story, from the most conservative to the least, has to refer to this character with only they/them pronouns. They only wear gender-neutral clothing. Their complete lack of gender is impossible to understate.
THEN
You have Character B. They have the most luciously long hair you could ever imagine. A full-length beard of pure masculinity. And the most massive set of honkers ever. Complete mommy/daddy mikers. Whatever letter comes after Z is what they have. They have maxxed out femininity and masculinity. They are Gender™.
No one in the cast commentates on their two peers' utter fuckery with gender. No one questions what Character B has going on. No one wonders or cares what Character A is packing in their pants.
The best thing about this pairing is that it could be familial, platonic, or romantic.
Are you genderless or genderful?
Ship Dynamic: Genderless x Genderful
Think about this!!! Allow it to enter your brain cavities
You have Character A. Completely lacking in all signifiers of gender. Every single creature in your story, from the most conservative to the least, has to refer to this character with only they/them pronouns. They only wear gender-neutral clothing. Their complete lack of gender is impossible to understate.
THEN
You have Character B. They have the most luciously long hair you could ever imagine. A full-length beard of pure masculinity. And the most massive set of honkers ever. Complete mommy/daddy mikers. Whatever letter comes after Z is what they have. They have maxxed out femininity and masculinity. They are Gender™.
No one in the cast commentates on their two peers' utter fuckery with gender. No one questions what Character B has going on. No one wonders or cares what Character A is packing in their pants.
The best thing about this pairing is that it could be familial, platonic, or romantic.
Redbean, flirty little bean
A simple sexuality/gender analogy
Heterosexuality: I have blond hair and I like people with brown hair.
Homosexuality: I have blond hair and I like people with blond hair.
Bisexuality: I have blond hair and I like people with blond or brown
Pansexuality: I have blond hair and I don't really care what someone's hair color is. When deciding if I like someone, I tend to focus more on their eye color as opposed to their hair color.
Asexual: I have blond hair and I don't real attraction to any particular hair color. I can appreciate the aesthetic but I, myself, do not feel that attraction.
Cis-gender: I was born with blond hair and I feel it suits me.
Transgender: I was born with blond hair but I find myself to be a brunette and so I dye my hair and do not associate with having blond hair.
Bigender: I was born with blond hair, but I don't always feel like a blond, and so I sometimes dye my hair brown or I have bits of both and I do not associate with simply having blond hair.
Non-binary: I was born with blond hair but I don't feel like a blond or a brunette, so I dye my hair red and do not associate with having blond hair.
Agender/genderless: I was born with blond hair but I do not think of myself as a blond or any other hair color and so I choose to shave my head and do not associate with having blond hair.
Questioning: I was born with blond hair, but sometimes I don't feel like it suits me but I'm still not sure which hair color I want. I may sometimes dye my hair different colors just to see how I like them, or I may just keep my blond hair for the time being so that no one thinks I'm weird.
(**A comment on gender: If you knew someone with blond hair but they decided to dye it whatever color they wanted, would you comment on it? If someone had blue hair, would you tell them that it's not real because its unnatural? Would you tell a dyed brunette that it was a shame for them to ruin their nice blond hair? Then why would you tell a trans-man that he was such a pretty girl? Why would you tell someone who dyed their hair red that it looks ridiculous and they're just making it up and it's unnatural?)
Pride Caine ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
(I headcannon him to be gay
Also here’s a Pride Bubble 🖤🩶🤍💚🤍🩶🖤
(Bubble is agender and aro ace)
Happy Pride Month Everyone!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Deltarune/Undertale kinsona, What should I name 'em (Kinsona is genderless)
Plans for my slugcat oc, who I currently call...Snailcat.
Maybe not the most original idea, as I've just seen people mention the idea of a slugcat with a shell on other sites, but I shrugged and went along with the idea I had anyway.
Their current name is Snailcat, but I might come up with a more traditional name starting with "The---" or even give them an Ancient name. I'm not sure what their place in Eight Waves' story will be, or even if they'll even be in the same story. Also I'm not sure of the gender yet either, nor personality.
I do have an idea that while the shell appears a bit too small for the scug, this one is special in that they're able to easily contort their body to fit in the shell.
Hopefully I get around to posting more complete art of them soon!
hey chat
Tag yourself! I'm somewhere between F1 and F2!!
“What is non-binary?”
Non-binary is a gender identity where a person’s gender isn’t within the gender binary (girl or boy), and they feel as though it’s something completely different or nonexistent. These people use terms such as “agender” or “gendeless” to define themselves, and oftentimes use pronouns like they/them/their/themself (To be used like, “I think they look nice. Their hair is pretty.”)
Due to their gender identity not matching with the sex they were assigned at birth, these people are also oftentimes considered to be transgender.
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It’s Transgender Awareness Week and I decided to draw a picture of my best friend. Last year, they committed suicide at the age of sixteen due to the discrimination and trauma they experienced growing up, and I feel as if it’s my duty to spread awareness and help make this world a better place so people like them won’t have to feel as though suicide is their only option.
They helped me through so much throughout the years. They were a big inspiration for me and has helped me through a lot of my own battles in regards to insecurity and gender expression. As such, I want to be there to help other people the same ways they did in their memory.
All I ask is that you share this post or posts like this one and be respectful and kind to other people.
Thank you for reading. 🫶🏳️🌈
happy pride month =D
