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The Protagonist of Forgotten Affinity
(I forgot the crack on their right eye on the bust drawing)
Leto Richwald is a living statue that got reanimated by a necromancer. He woke up with no memories, and only learned his name from the plate on the stone where he stood. He is not very good at feelings and such, being that he has no experience dealing with them. He has a hard time with fine movements and feels more comfortable when his hands are covered up, being as they move in a weird way, in his opinion. He has a natural tendency to protect, being that every time someone has tried to hurt them, they have not been injured since he is stone.
Questions: If you have any questions, please ask away. If it spoils a major plot point, I will give a vague answer. If it is inappropriate, I will give you a random fact about the story or a character that is not at all related to the question.
[Extra]: He can not feel pain, he has a natural draw to the color blue, he likes shiny things,he can not see out of his right eye too well, reading is not his strong suit, he likes fluffy things and silk, they use he/they pronouns, and his hands have a ruff texture so he scratches and rips things easily. They can also not feel pain.
The Betrayal chapter 1
Bowser x female reader
Silence filled the large open area where the mushroom kingdom edge meets the dark lands. Bowser stood at his full height at 10 ft 2 inches glaring down at the Mario Bros and Y/n with a cage with peach in it beside his knee. "Choose Mario. Peach or y/n. Choose y/n you'll never see peach again, choose Peach and you'll never see y/n again and all you have to do is sign the paper for a peace treaty" Bowser said with a smug smile with a paper and pen in hand. "Mario!" Peach cried "Mario don't we can figure something else out!" Luigi begged his brother. Mario looked at peach, Bowser and then y/n "Mario-" y/n started before she was harshly pushed down In front of bowser's feet. Y/n slowly pushed her self up on to her knees looking back at Mario as he signed the paper before looking up at Bowser. He smiled darkly before leaning down opening Peach's cage, she quickly crawled out then got up and ran into Mario's arms. "In you go dear" Bowser said gently curling a large scaly finger under y/ns chin. Tears rolled down y/ns cheeks before she crawled into the open cage, she sat down and locked her arms around her legs to her chest. Bowser shut the cage door before picking up the cage "Y/n I -" mario started "save the sob story Mario." Y/n snapped. "Thank you for the peace treaty" Bowser said with a smile looking down at the girl in the cage in his arms as he and his troops started to walk back to his castle.
Shhhhh
They’re sleeping.
From Chapter 14 of Memories
YALL I STILL CANT DRAW PEOPLE-
Little Calico doodle
I think she’s younger in this. Probably when she first mutated so like 11
Ima have to make a posting schedule until we’re caught up to modern day
(p.s. most of these are in anytime from 2022 to now and is still being made I’ll keep post as much as possible to get up to date but it might take like a LONG time before then)
I’m thinkin about 5-10 posts most days of the week
(sorry it will be a bit infrequent but I should be able to post everyday around the same time of 5-7+)
Thank you all for your patience and support!!! *^^*
Alright, here ya go. I hope in these trying times a more heartwarming trans story can help people feel a bit better.
Word count: 4,942
Cowboys
I woke up early on Sunday with the neighbor’s rooster and rushed down the stairs in my pajamas to make it to breakfast. Mama made good bacon, and it was worth scarfing down my share, even if she fussed at me that young ladies don’t eat that way. I never cared much when she tried to tell me about being a lady. I let her tie my hair back into two braids for school, and listened as she called me a pretty girl, but I couldn't stand much past that. I picked at my eggs, sticking my tongue out at the runny yolk spilling over my plate. Dex sat on the floor beside me, pawing at my chair until Mama stopped looking and I lowered my dish below the table to let him gobble them up.
Papa glared at me from over his paper, his old wrinkly forehead getting all scrunched up as I tried to read the Sunday funnies and ignored him. He didn’t tell on me, he never did, only huffed before looking back down and turning the page.
Mama took my plate and was starting to do the dishes by the time Pau came slinking down the stairs, a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth. He scratched at his scruffy beard, and Papa gave him a mean look as he poured himself a mug of coffee. I always wondered what Papa would look like with a beard, but he laughed at me when I asked him to grow one. Mama dusted off her still-clean apron while muttering to herself about the smell of smoke spreading through the house. I grinned wide at my uncle, sitting on my knees in my chair with my hands pressed to the table to lean towards him.
“Pau, you goin' to work today? Can I come? I can help.”
Mama pushed on my shoulder to get me to sit back in my chair, and Dex yelped as my foot landed on his tail. I winced as he ran to Pau’s side who gave him a pat on his head, the mutt sneezing at me. Pau let out a long hum, taking a drag from his cigarette before checking the clock on the wall. Papa shook his head still looking at his paper.
“Harley, shouldn’t you be studying?” He flipped another page, stabbing at his eggs with his fork. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of wasting the day staring at one of Papa’s history books. They were always about war and never had any of the good shootouts or bank robberies like the Westerns on television did. Papa never liked them, so Pau always watched them with me, and sometimes, when he’d blow his smoke out into the living room, he looked just like Clint Eastwood.
Pau shrugged at me, already pulling on his boots, “We ain’t gonna take all day. It’s summer, Charlie. She’ll still have months to read all of them books.” He pointed up the stairs while reaching for his hat, “Kit, you got five minutes to get dressed, then I’m gone. Hop to it.”
I jumped up from my chair and ran to my room as fast as I could, ducking out of the way of the hobby horse peeking through my closet. Its little brown head swiveled back and forth as I rushed to pull on my jeans and boots and grabbed my hat as I left. Mama called after me to stop running but I was already hopping into the passenger seat of Pau’s truck before I even realized she’d been speaking.
The drive to Main Street always felt slow. I counted red cars to keep myself busy until Pau told me to think of the numbers instead of saying them.
“Dumb kid. If you keep counting like that, you’ll start to forget your letters.” He shook his head, fussing with the radio as he waited for his light to turn green.
I gave him a wide grin and laughed, air whistling through the gap in my front teeth. “That ain’t how it works, Pau.”
Pau squinted at the road like he was thinking hard before he sucked on his cigarette again, letting smoke spill out his open window. “Whatever you say, Kit, you’re the brains, not me.”
I stared at him a little longer before my mouth twitched, and I started to twiddle my thumbs. “Yeah, it doesn’t feel much like it though.”
Pau raised one bushy brow, glancing at me before turning into the next street over. “Whatcha mean?”
I let out a short sigh, picking at the edge of my seat, “It’s nothin’, just sometimes I don’t like bein’ smart.” The vinyl gave way under my nails, and I sat on my hands to stop them from fidgeting, “It makes people think I can handle a lot more than I can.”
Pau took another drag before parking the car in front of Grant’s Supplies. He turned down the volume of the bluegrass song that was playing before laying his hand on my shoulder and looking at me.
“Kit, I’ll give you a tip. People are tough on you because life is tougher. Folks just want to make sure you do good out in the real world. That's why even when things seem too hard, the best thing for you to do is to work harder and stay in school.”
I didn’t meet his eye, instead focusing on the faded kneepads of his blue jeans. “You never went to school.”
He gave a long sigh after that, opening the door and dropping his cigarette to stamp it out with his foot. “Point proven. Come on, we don’t have all day.”
The door to Grant’s Supplies had a bell over it that dinged when you walked inside. Everything was made of wood, and every Sunday an elderly man who only spoke in low angry grunts and had his eyes covered by the constant furrow of his brow would come in the store to clean. I ducked past where he was sweeping behind the canned food and peeped at him through a gap in one of the aisles, holding up my fake finger pistol, and aimed for the bridge of his nose. I could practically smell the sheriff's reward of five hundred dollars for bringing this outlaw in, dead or alive.
“Time to meet your maker,” I whispered, closing one eye and squinting, just about to fire. He must have heard me though. In the next moment, his head snapped to look at me and his eyes grew as wide as an owl’s. With a shout, I ran retreating to the counter at the front of the store where Pau stood with his hat to his chest, leaning into the blushing face of a lady with long sandy blonde hair. I rammed into his leg, sending him sideways a bit with an ‘oomph!’ but he stood to recover just as quickly as he had stumbled. The counter lady helped him up, laughing, and I stared perplexed by her perfectly manicured nails.
“Oh goodness, are you alright?” She said, leaning across the counter and then looking at me, “Well hello there little lady.”
I tilted my head away from her hands to squint up at her, still clinging to Pau’s leg. “I’m a cowboy.”
Pau gained his footing again, looking a bit lost for words, and stuttered his way through an apology before turning to fuss at me. Before he could get anything out though she waved him off.
“Oh, don’t apologize, I know how it is. My niece is just the same.” She talked with her hands and Pau began to smile before she carried on, “It’s just so nice to see a father hanging out with his kid.” The smile slowly dropped from Pau’s face, a distant look on his face as he turned to look down at me staring back up at him with big round eyes.
“She ain’t my-” he was cut off by Mrs. Grant coming around the corner, her heels clicking on the floor as she huffed.
“Well, would you look what the cat dragged in. Paul, I know you’re not flirting with another one of my cashiers.”
I peeped up from behind Pau’s leg and Mrs. Grant’s narrowed brown eyes softened at the sight of me. “Hey, Harley honey, you helpin’ Paul today?” She slid a caramel candy over the counter, and I was quick to shove it into my mouth.
“Yes ma’am,” I said. Pau heaved a sigh, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
She nodded to herself before turning to the counter lady. “That’s Charlie’s girl. Do you know Charlie?”
The counter lady’s eyes went wide as she blushed an even deeper red, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I thought she was yours.”
Mrs. Grant tapped the counter and shook her head, looking at Pau with a heaving sigh and narrowed eyes. “Yeah, you’d think that huh? You two always seem attached at the hip.”
I lit up at the sound of that. People always thought I was Pau’s little girl. He said it was because I followed him like a lost kitten, so he called me Kit. I never saw it as a bad thing though. Pau was a good person to follow. He knew plenty about the right way to walk and how to talk himself out of trouble. I learned plenty trailing after him, even if Papa didn’t like it too much. After Pau came to live with us, Papa always mumbled about how he hadn’t been able to keep himself out of trouble since they were tots.
“Yeah, well she’s just good help, that's all. Speaking of, I’m looking for paint. Ms. Carter needs a new coat on her fence.” Pau shrugged, and I watched as one of his hands dropped to his back pants pocket, grabbing at his cigarettes before letting it fall again.
Mrs. Grant stopped her tapping and stared him down for a moment. It was a mean look that Pau turned away from, and I tilted my head in wonder of why. It didn’t last long as in the next moment she was turning to grab the paint buckets behind her. “White or blue?”
Pau paid for two buckets of white paint, and then we were back in his truck. I counted blue cars this time, including his since there were fewer of them, and Pau said nothing. When I turned to look at him, he was biting his lip and had both his hands kept firm on the steering wheel.
“I think that lady liked you, Pau,” I said, and Pau scrunched his face up tight giving a small smile.
“Yeah, maybe so.”
I kicked my feet, looking at my boots and the little pink lines painted into the brown leather. “Maybe you could marry her since you don’t have a wife yet.” I heard Pau scoff, “and maybe then I could come live with you two when you buy a house together.”
Pau lit another cigarette, “Marriage ain’t that simple Kit, and I can’t buy a house.”
I felt that he was just being difficult, but didn’t go on, instead I watched the cop car that came crawling up beside us at a stoplight. It sat lower than Pau’s truck, and the officer driving it turned to glare at us through the window. His nose looked crooked. I turned to Pau, my grin sharp but hesitated to say anything as Pau kept his gaze straight. He pressed himself against his seat, and the muscles on his hairy arms tensed where he was squeezing the steering wheel. His knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped it. I tilted my head a bit, trying to make sense of the funny way Pau’s eye twitched.
“Does he know you Pau?” I said, trying my best not to whip around and glare right back at the cop. Pau’s cheeks turned a little red, and he moved his head just enough that I couldn’t see his eyes.
“Don’t stare Kit. A cowboy has to mind the sheriff.”
I said nothing, leaning back into my seat just like him until the light turned green and the cop passed by us. As we drove, Ms. Carter’s house and her faded fence appeared around the bend. She was sitting on her porch with a pitcher of lemonade when we hopped out of Pau’s truck. Pau waltzed up to her front steps and I followed behind him, trying to fit into the boot prints he left in the dirt path.
Ms. Carter filled two glasses and nearly let mine overflow as she giggled over every word that tumbled out of Pau’s mouth, slapping at his arm. I rolled my eyes as she made some comment on liking men rugged, carrying the paint buckets and brushes toward the fence at the end of her front yard. Pau joined me after I’d already painted four posts and I looked at him with a bit of judgment, “She likes you too.”
He shook his head, “She likes anyone who will talk to her.” He dipped his paintbrush into the bucket twice before swiping it over the fence. Before I could say anything, he was covering my mouth with his free hand, “I ain’t gonna marry her, so don’t bring it up.”
I almost spit on his hand when he pulled it away, “I wasn’t going to say you should.” I swiped at another post, giving it a funny face before covering it up, “I just think maybe if you had a wife, she could tell Mrs. Grant to stop looking at you so mean.”
He breathed out smoke and leaned back to look up at the sky like Mama did when she was praying, “There ain’t a woman in the whole damn world who would make Mrs. Grant stop looking at me like that.”
I painted a stripe across three posts, my lips pursed into a thin line. “Why not Pau?”
“Because it ain’t about the women. It's just me she doesn’t like,” he said.
I threw down my brush, kicking at the fence post, “Well that ain’t fair.” He shook his head at me, and I almost kicked him too before I thought better of it.
“No, Kit, it is.” He paid me no mind, dipping his brush again, “We can’t control how people think of us. We just gotta learn to accept it.”
“Well, I think that's dumb.” I stuck out my tongue and picked at the grass below me, throwing it up into the air. Pau never did anything to wrong people. He would go out of his way to mow their yards or paint their fences. Mrs. Grant just didn’t know him that well, if she did, she’d see why he deserved her caramel candies too. “You’re good Pau, a real cowboy.”
He laughed a little, though it sounded strained, and tipped his hat down to cover his eyes. “You’re a dumb kid,” he said, putting down his brush and wiping some sweat off the back of his neck, “But thanks.”
We finished the fence by the time the sun was beginning to set, and Ms. Carter giggled and swatted playfully at Pau’s arms for an eternity before she paid him. When we made it back to the truck, Pau rubbed at his shoulder where she had managed to smack him with one of her bangle bracelets.
“You should check for bruises”
He gave me a look but still rolled up his sleeve, “Hush up.”
When we made it back home, the earth had turned golden, and I ran through the grass of the front yard before Dex tackled me to the ground, sniffing all along my arms and shirt as I erupted into a fit of laughter. Pau came to lay beside us, his hat placed on his chest. I stared up at the clouds, taking in their sweeping hills that laid out like mountains across our flat horizon like in the movies.
I let out a whistle, something I had been practicing for weeks now, and Pau gave me a hum of agreement, though he didn’t smile like usual.
“One day I’m going to head out there, and I’m going to have a ranch, and you can come live on it with me,” I said, and Pau sighed, sitting up and leaning back on his hands.
“I have to tell you something, Kit.” He said.
I sat up beside him, combing away at some of the grass that had managed to get stuck in my hair.
“What's wrong Pau?”
He had this strange look on his face again, like he was far from me, and unable to draw himself back in. I watched him squint at the sun before he looked at me, the crow's feet by his eyes still showing like he was looking at something bright.
“I have to,” he paused, his mouth still hanging open for a moment as he took in the tilt of my head, “I’m heading west. I’m gonna go find one of those big cattle ranches you’re always talkin’ about.”
My eyes got big, and I jumped up to my knees to shake him by the shoulders, “Pau! You have to take me with you.” I said, begging with my fingers laced together.
He shook his head softly, putting one of his rough hands on top of mine, “No Kit. You can’t come.”
I felt a deep pain in my chest, stinging enough that I ripped my hands away to wrap around my middle.
“Why not?” I said, soft and cracking as he gazed down at me. He rubbed at the back of his neck; his eyebrows knitted together.
“It’s complicated. You have to stay here, with your ma and pa.” He tried to meet my eyes again, but I was too busy picking grass out of the ground, ruthless in my attack.
“Kit, you won’t have a life if you come with me. You stay here, you’ll get to go to school, get a nice comfy job, and grow up to be someone you should be.” He sounded like Papa, and I never hated Pau more. I tried to plug my ears so he would go away, but he grabbed at my arms.
“No, you can’t go. It isn’t fair!” I shook my head back and forth, kicking my feet as he just rubbed up and down my arms to calm me down. I wouldn’t. I refused to stop my fit even though I knew it wasn’t helping. The second he let go of me, I knew in my bones he would disappear, so I just kept yelling until his patience ran thin. “I can help. I can be a cowboy. You can teach me.”
“Kit stop. No one needs me here; your daddy asked me to leave so I’m going.” He grabbed me tight and shook me. I went still in his arms, “I’m going kid, it’s already been decided.”
“I need you,” I said, my voice soft and my throat tight. The sun felt like it was burning into me, and I wanted to let it, so I could have an excuse as to why I wanted to shrivel up into Pau’s lap and have him hold me. He softened his grip, sighing, and looking down to where Dex lay next to us whining.
“No, you don’t.” He shook his head.
“But if you leave I can’t-”
“I ain’t your daddy, Kit.” He said with finality, and my heart felt cold and alone, “You have one. He's a good man. Don't you ever say he ain’t because I was raised with him, and I’ll know you’re lying. He’s already gotten me out of enough messes to make up a lifetime.”
I shook my head again, looking down, “He isn’t you Pau.”
Pau let go of me, grabbing his cigarettes from his back pocket and shoving them in my face.
“You see these?” He shoved them closer, and I bit at the inside of my cheek to stop myself from snapping back at him
“You think these are good? Do you think any of the things I do are things I wanna see you do?”
It was a pretty box, the red always peeking out the top of Pau’s jeans. He took out one of the cigarettes, almost crushing it in his hand.
“This, this is shit.” He threw it down and stood up to crush it under his boot. He looked giant, and unforgiving, like Papa when he had found out I had broken one of his old globes playing sheriff.
My nose started to feel runny, and the tight funny feeling in my throat bubbled up until I could feel myself choking on it. The sight of him made my stomach feel hollow, and I ran away before he could say anything else.
He called after me, but I didn’t listen, crashing through the screen door right into Papa’s arms. He stood shocked as I cried into his crisp white shirt, hitting his sides. The fabric scratched at my face, and my tears left it stained and ugly, but he didn’t push me away, so I stayed.
“Harley, what has gotten into you?” He said it lightly, one of his hands placed softly on my back. It felt awkward, and he didn’t hold me closer than he had to. He looked around the room, and I knew it was for Mama. I butted my head against his stomach, and he furrowed his brow as he looked down at me. I glared right back, and he sighed, a tired look pulling at his face that made me want to scream.
“Why don’t you go clean yourself up, your mother is making chicken tonight, maybe you could help her?” I detached myself from him before I could start yelling, running up the stairs to hide in my room.
I sat huddled up in bed, the quilt Mama had made me drawn around my shoulders until the sun had fully set, and I could see the moon peeking up behind the trees through my window. I opened it to hear the crickets sing and leaned out to feel the warm summer air pass over me. Mama had called me to dinner almost an hour before, but I couldn’t bring myself to travel back downstairs. Pau would be there, picking his teeth clean of chicken and grunting his way through Papa’s questions. They would fight, and I knew this because they always fought, and I would be stuck in the middle of it, trying to defend Pau from any of the nasty names Papa called him. For the first time, I didn’t want to defend him.
As I began to count the stars starting to dot the sky, I heard the muffled shouts echoing from downstairs. There was a clattering of plates, and as I sunk to the floor to press my ear up against my rug, I could hear Papa from below.
“-No work for you here! I’ve tried Paul, I’ve always tried to help you, but you haven’t made it easy. Now you’re filling Harley’s head with these delusions-”
I listened to Pau grumble something, the first part hard to make out until he started to get louder.
“-Not a damn charity case Charlie, I don’t need it, and don’t you bring the kid into this. This ain’t her mess.”
Their voices both came and went, in and out, growing louder and softer until there was a large clattering of plates, loud enough I could hear a glass break and mama let out a shout. It was quiet for a moment after, the entire house falling still. I listened as a chair shoved back and his footsteps stomped as Pau grumbled out a response. The screen door slammed open and shut, and as the smell of smoke began to travel up through the window, I shut it as quickly as I could. It felt too late though, my eyes were already watering, and as much as I tried to blink them away, stubborn little tears managed to escape me. I called them shit.
I must have stood there for ages, staring out my window and crying, because by the time I came back to myself the moon had risen above the trees. There was a knock at my door, and instead of spitting and cussing every nasty word I knew, I moved to slide down against it and knock back, too tired to do much else.
“Hey, Kit.”
“Hi, Pau.” I wanted to call him shit. I crossed my arms across my chest and felt as he slumped against the door on the other side to sit beside me.
“Did Papa tell you that you have to leave tonight?” I looked down at the streaks of light from the hallway that wrapped around his shadow and stretched across my floor.
“He warned me about a month ago. He just tried to give me money,” he said.
“Oh. Did you take it?”
“No.”
“Oh.” I wanted to curse him, tell him he was dumb, and have him get angry with me so I could have an excuse to do so. I couldn’t bring myself to.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving sooner,” he paused for a moment, I heard his head rest against the door with a small thud, “I didn’t know how to tell you.”
My chest felt tight, and I pulled down my hat to cover my eyes. I didn’t say anything, not trusting my voice. The door’s white paint was chipped at the bottom, and I picked at it until Pau knocked again.
“You still there kid?”
I brought my knees to my chest, hugged them tightly, and closed my eyes shut.
“I could be a good cowboy Pau,” I sounded so shaky and small, like Dex when Mama yelled at him for doing something bad, “I am one.”
Pau didn’t say anything back for a while, but I could hear him bump his head again, and I wondered if he felt as small as I did. “I know you are, Kit. You’re better than me,” he said, speaking softly but the crackly sound in his throat still broke up his words so he sounded like one of Papa’s scratched records. I never wanted to sound like that. “You have to give these things time, though. One day when you’re older, you’ll still be walking around in your boots, and you’ll be better than all of us at whatever you decide to do with your life.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and fighting against every angry bone in my body, I opened the door.
He had to tilt his head up a little to look me in the eyes from where he was still sat on the ground. It was like he was just seeing something for the first time. His eyes were a little watery, and they squinted up at me like I was a stranger, but there must have been something he recognized because he grinned wide, and I was pulled down into his arms.
I let him tug me down and rested my head against his chest to hear his heartbeat. It thundered like the sound of horses.
“You’re a good man, Pau. Mama and Papa are lying.” I said.
He nodded his head and rocked me in his lap. It wasn’t easy as I was getting taller and my legs stuck out a bit too much to be comfortable, but his arms still cradled around me like I was precious.
“You are too, Kit.”
After he gathered all his things from his room and shoved them into little boxes and bags, I walked him outside. I carried his duffle bag across the yard, and he pretended not to notice as I struggled a bit to get down the front steps. By the time I made it to his car, he had already thrown everything else inside. He took the last bag and threw it in his front seat, dusting off his hands after. I copied him, pretending not to hear him snort.
“Guess this is it, huh kid?”
I looked up to where he stood, hands on his hips and his head facing towards the open road.
“Yeah, for now. I’ll see you again though.” I said, shrugging and wiping my still runny nose.
“That so?”
“Yeah, when I get a car, I’ll drive out west until I find you.”
He looked down at me, his eyes going all soft, “Not gonna give up on me?”
I shook my head, grinning up at him, “Nah, you need someone looking out for you.”
He gave a big whooping laugh, his head shooting back. I laughed with him, so hard that I had to brace my hands on my thighs to keep myself from falling forwards. Pau pulled himself together after a while, sliding into his front seat with a hopeful spark in his eye.
“I’ll send you a postcard once I find somewhere to settle down, then maybe, when you get that car, you won’t have to just wander around for too long.” He said, fiddling with the radio until bluegrass began to belt out of his truck.
“Okay Pau, don’t forget.”
He tipped his hat to me as the truck started up.
“I won’t.”
He drove away after that, and I held my hand up to reach for his car until he disappeared down the street, the light from his headlights fading into the night sky above.
Does anyone want to read a short story about a trans kid at the age where you don't have a word for what you are yet, or really a full idea of what you are, but you know what you want to be so you cling to it and the people around you that represent it?
Because I wrote something like that! It's called Cowboys (or Good Men, but we won't get into that whole story), and it's about a kid named Kit who wants nothing more than to be a cowboy like 'her' uncle Pau! It's a small slice of life/coming of age story that showcases the unconditional love of a family's two misfits, alongside subtly highlighting a less talked about stage of growing up transgender in the south.
If anyone is interested in reading it, please let me know, and I'll reblog it through this post 👍
Second chapter of my story😊 Ryan and Jake have a bit of fun😂 please give it a read, it might make you laugh☺️
More oc’s of mine.
Destiny 'Dez' Fischer!
She has a twin brother and is a child of Dionysus. Has a half-brother-same mortal parent, different godly parent- his name is Dante.
Her twin has no name yet, but I'd like it to start with a D. They are quarter British; over half Greek as when Roxanne met Dionysus, Dionysus's wife, Ariadne, was with him. By godly power, they had a child with her. Which gave some of Ariadne's godly DNA to them, but Dionysus's overpowers hers because he did most of it(I am not going into that...maybe). Basically, Ariadne was attracted to Roxanne, but she pulled an Athena and made some of her DNA go into the child(they didn't know it was twins), which made the kids have some of her DNA.
Dez's personality is much like Dionysus. Her twin brother is somewhat like that, but he's more laid back and calm.
Roxanne sat at a bar, asking for her next drink. Her sight was going in and out of focus; she was on her- what? She can't remember what drink she was on. As the bartender gave her drink to her, a couple slipped in the formally empty seats to her left. She didn't pay much attention to them; she sluggishly picked up her drink and began glugging it. As she drained her bottle, the couple beside her started sending glances over at her. She ignored them, slammed her glass down, and ordered another one. Someone shuffled behind her and sat beside her on her right. She realized, glancing over, it was the lady sitting beside the man on her left. But now she was sitting beside her. Why?
The lady, the rather beautiful lady, smiled at her. She glanced to her left, to deeply regret it. The man was staring at her, too. This bar... usually attracts creeps, but she still felt slightly confused. The man leaned toward her, and she noted he was quite handsome. He had pitch black curly hair, that was long enough to curl behind his ears. It was... extremely curly. He had gentle yet fierce purple eyes.
She felt a breath behind her, and a finger graze lightly over her neck and jawline. Her breath hitched; she knew it was the lady.
'Hello, what's your name?' The lady asked.
Roxanne turned her head around, moving out of the lady's reach. 'Why should I tell you?' She replied.
'Fair enough. I'm... uh, Ari.' The lady, 'Ari', seem to lose her cool but then smiled once more, the red lipstick looking gorgeous on her. Roxanne shook her head, frustrated with herself. She's not gay! Why is she starting to feel attracted to this woman? She's like a magnet...
'I'm D. Ari is my wife.' The man behind her spoke, his voice oily. Roxanne swiveled around to look at him.
'Why are ya'll bothering me if you're married?' She questioned.
'Because,' Ari spoke, 'we are both attracted to you.'
'Oh.' Roxanne said, at loss for better words. Roxanne felt her face heaten up as realization sunk in. They liked her. As in... attracted to her, wanting to... she refused to finish that sentence.
'Look... there's rooms upstairs here. We can sense the heat radiating off of you, and the blush is obvious on your pretty little face... we could head upstairs, and you know...' 'D' spoke, smiling wildly at her. She felt anxious, but didn't want to refuse. She whispered, 'uh- sure..?'
'Great! Let's go up, then. D already has a room for us.' 'Ari' spoke behind her, gently grabbing Roxanne's hand.
'Oh! And what's your name?' 'D' asked.
'...Roxanne.'
IT IS FINISHED
Hello beautiful people :D It’s me Tiny and here is my beautiful creation that I’ve been creating. It is called Victor & Victim.
Below the poster is more about my story. ENJOY :P
Victor & Victim: A story a couple thousand years in the future where Earth came to its demise. Powers known as Gifts slowly come into play through hundreds of years until where our story begins. You also have different species of humans now. For example you have mutants: Animal mutants, Object mutants, and more, plus you also have angels and demons. Demons are known to be looked down upon. Demons are even forced to wear inhibitors just so the rest if society feels somewhat safe in their presence. But of course there are those that like to not follow the rules and wreak havoc. Crime rates are higher in more populated areas, especially in Future City. Because of these crime rates there are heroes known as Guardians that do everything they can to keep others safe. But not everyone can become a Guardian with a blink of an eye, and that is where Sedrick comes in. Sedrick is our main protagonist; he is a Guardian and teaches the next generations on how they too can become a Guardian. We also have Dr. Omen who is one of Sedrick’s colleagues who work at Guardian Academy for children who will become the next generation of Guardians to keep the world safe from dangerous villains.
I hope you enjoyed this little info bit about my story! I hope you will love this story as much as I do! There is SOOOOO much more I get to list about this story! You will likely see horror, comedy, romance, and more!! Someday I hope to even turn this into a comic if I keep up with it! HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!! or night :P.
My Dream Journal
I just posted on my dream journal on Wattpad. I'll eventual update it with the ones from my original journal, which was on Quotev. It shares this posts title. There's not a lot on the Wattpad version, but I will update whenever I can. If anyone is interested, my name on there is R0ch (zero not o)
When did I realize I wasn’t straight?
Well I suppose that’s a difficult question.
For the longest time I was convinced I would marry a man and have 5 kids. But as I learned more about the world I found terms that just felt better.
In 6th grade, I started out with saying I was bisexual because it was the first term I learned. I thought it was appropriate because I thought girls were really pretty which I thought meant I could fall in love with them. But I still never thought I could have sex with a women and I had kind just pushed out of my mind the fact that for kids I would “need” to have sex.
In the same year, I was introduced to romantic attraction terms and started going by Biromantic heterosexual. That lasted about three months when I was introduced to the term asexual.
I have identified as asexual since I was in middle school and have ever since.
I also started questioning my gender identity around this time but we’ll get back to that.
Now even though I had determined that I was ace, I still had it in my brain that I needed a romantic interest to appease the concept I grew up with.
So I jumped around between deciding who my “crush” would be. From a sweet femme person I admired to a girl that would become one of my best friends.
I tried as I might to love them the way they wanted me to. I tried so hard with putting romance behind every I love you.
But I just can’t.
I don’t feel that way.
I just don’t, no matter how I try.
And that’s okay. They accept me.
It was around the time I determined I was aro that I decided there was no point in denying that I didn’t feel like a girl.
I still don’t. I identified for awhile as androgyne because if my mom ever asked me about my gender it wouldn’t break her heart as much.
But recently I’ve determined I do like being associated with being a “girl”.
So I have decided to settle with the term Demiboy as of now.
He/they pronouns.
Over the years I've been asked by several bio family members what happened to "make" me "choose" being trans. This has always pissed me off because I didn't know what they wanted me to answer with. There was no one thing that "did it". It was years of abuse, neglect, and bullying from my own family that conditioned the many traits that now make up who I am. After one afternoon with my therapist I realized the start of my conditioning began when my father told me he was disappointed at my birth when I was a girl because he had hoped for a boy. Unfortunately for him my bio mom's three prior pregnancies, only one viable, were all girls, meaning there was almost a zero chance that I could have ever been a male at birth. But from that moment on I began to change myself to be as good of a kid as I could he wouldn't care that I was a girl. But then he began to shoot me down left and right, saying I wasn't built for it, saying I wasn't going to ever be able to do it. That coupled with the things my bio mom and her mom would tell me daily, I had no chance.
Being a trans man isn't something that can happen overnight. From my experience it can take years or even lifetimes to understand what it is. When I learned about transgender people in my sophomore health class, a lot of the things I had been feeling for my whole life finally made sense. I also often found myself asking anyone I could to learn all that was available to me to understand who I am and what i am.
It's not rocket science and I wish the ignorant among the population would get that into their heads. They just need to ask politely like @doberbutts. The only thing that pisses me off more than the ignorant being rude is when I explain it to them and then they refuse to believe me. When I told my father that he was the catalyst he spent the next hour trying to gaslight me into believing he wasn't. This is the same man who doesn't use my preferred name, preferred pronouns, and still calls me his daughter when introducing me to strangers.
I hope this answers some of your requests dober.
❗️❗️ This is asked entirely in good faith. This post is intended to open dialogue and help with solidarity and understanding. ❗️❗️
I would like to hear specifically from trans men and trans mascs how the system of [whatever the fuck you call the intersection of transphobia, misogyny, and specifically your gender- whether transandrophobia, isomisogny, antitransmasculinity, transandromisia, transmisandry, or any that I have missed as there are a lot of words to describe similar concepts] uniquely targets and affects you. Things that you feel other demographics do not experience. Reblogs and replies are very encouraged! If you would prefer, you could dm or send an ask to be added anonymously by me.
This is in the spirit of wanting to understand. I am listening. I encourage all non-trans-mascs to not speak on this topic and let trans mascs and trans men do the talking here. Reblog the post to spread it, but please say nothing.
Any and all people who identify as trans men and/or trans mascs are encouraged to participate.
This is not bait to start a fight. I will block without hesitation anyone who is actively being a shithead on this post. I want to hear and uplift your voices by getting it directly from you.
Click this to access the trans fem and trans women version of this post.
Click this to access the nonbinary version of this post.
Click this to access the intersex version of this post.
L O O K. A T. T H I S
Got to draw these for the wonderfully amazing @aurora-nuova!
Got those directly appearing in my head as I was reading her amazing fic "Tell Me That You Feel It Too" on AO3!
Its a beautiful story!!! Go go read it and give her lots of love!!
HI!! so me and my translator (@hive-rambling) are having quite a busy couple of weeks with exams and stuff, so we had to pause the translation of chapter one of my mary sue story!! but be not afraid!! here I come with a couple of drawings, I will upload the first chapter as soon as we can!! thank you so much to everyone here, I love you guys a bunch!! :3c
Welcome to Heartbeat cafe!! Your regular maid cafe but with a little twist (I came up with the idea for a story about a maid cafe whose maids are people with different disabilities, from hte more visible ones to the invisible ones) :3c
Also if I got anything wrong about any of the characters and their disabilities, let me know, I'm more than happy to be corrected, I draw for fun and it's fine for people to correct me!! specially when it's a sensitive topic, such as different disabilities :D
omg your ocs are sooo cool!! what are the mary sues about? do they have lore or smth??
OH MY GOD!! Thank you so much!! the mary sues do have lore (a lot of lore) I'm still working on their story and it's very likely I'll be uploading chapters little by little :3c
Like I've always liked the concept of mary sue OCs because it's usually people wanting to have cool characters and have fun!! so I thought about making one but once I started I couldn't stop and I wondered "what would happen if there was a story with not one but like a bunch of them?" and that's what I did each one of them is based on a mary sue archetype!!
Angel is a wholesome mary sue
Sam is an edgy angsty mary sue
the twins are alicorn mary sues
Kitty is a furry mary sue
Rain is your tipical mary sue protagonist with a "dark secret"
Neon is based on fan character mary sues (at first they where going to be a sonic based mary sue lol)
and finally Ann is an anti sue!!
so yeah!! they're my silly OCs that I love so much!! :3c
As I said I will post about them in the near future so stay tuned for more!!<3
The Fall
Taking a stroll around the deeper parts of the central park, he seemed to be following the silent wailing in the thicker, forest-like parts. The bright, high standing full moon and the countless invisible stars being the only witnesses to the scene, to take place.
"Oh wow, that's sorta but sorta not unexpected to find ya here.. don't ya think?" The breath and sobs from the smaller, cowering figure in front of him hitched and came to an abrupt, muffled stop. It's clear that this man was hunched over, kneeling on the ground with the bottom half of his light beige coat dirty from the muddy forest floor and grass.
"Not talking with me, no more, huh? Well, suite yourself." The taller mans eyes narrowed and filled with slight viciousness, a slim smirk formed on his lips. Then he held his hand out.
"Welp, come on then. It's pathetic enough you make it such a big deal out of nothing."
"Oh hush! Not another single word from your filthy mouth, you vile creature!" Ezekiel slapped the hand of the other away, starring right into the others' eyes. His baby blue eyes were completely void of this special and divine spark, that made it clear he wasn't quiet human but not anymore. Instead they were filled with contempt, pain, sorrow and most abstractly, humanity. All the things that made this whole moment feel so unnatural to Azazel, this beeing the real reason, he felt startled. Well, rather shocked would have been a better description.
"You.. You alone are the reason, I was dragged down to feel such a degrading emotion such as hate! You are the sole reason why I lost my true meaning! And only you are the reason, that the heavens sought to punish me by taking my wings! The reason I am stuck as a human for as long until some divine higher rising pities me enough to forgive the sin of hatred, is you! And I swear to whatever holiness is left in my being, that if it will be because of you, that I should fail this last trial of mine and that the archangels should rip away my halo as result... I will personally ensure, that you not only regret the day that you crossed my path, but the fact that I will never ever forgive you in any way for it." New tears were forming, the split second the former ones either rolled down and fell or were wiped off. His posture slumped over again, as another wave of unbarable hurt, sadness and uncontrolable urge to just cry came over the former angel.
The other only now understood, why he was left on erath with no way back. To find him... the fallen angel, who didn't belong nowhere.
"Wait for real, now..?" With his left hand now on his hip, the other went up to his own mouth, covering it. His eyes wide.
"..fuck-"
"-I neither want or need your played pity, demon! Just vanish from my sight! Preferably until after the last day I have to live this misserable mess of a new life, that you caused!" He was about to stand up and shoo him away,
"I don't want nor do I need your help- ahrg!!"
Ezekiel just manged to stand up, on the first step he did however he fell over, the now former demon, right there to catch him. This excruciating agony comming from his shoulder blades filling his whole body, and he cried out in pain. The other only holding him up for a while, until Azazel too slowly kneeled down with him. And after some failed atempts of trying to get out of the others arms, the now just light blond man stopped struggling.
With the realisation, that this pain must have been even worse for the other, as he fell even further, the first small raindrops started to fall. Suddenly there were more and more until there where storm clouds in the near distance, now cementing and finalizing the fact that heaven had lost another angel, crying for him.
"Come on, now we both can get sick from beeing dripping wet..." Said the one, who was holding the other, as soft as his rough voice would allow him to, just before he scooped him up, cradling and carrying him through the now pouring rain.
Thunder and lightning wandering ever so closer, setting the tone for the rest of the night and the days to follow this event.
Just a little something I had in mind about my characters lol
OC charas:
https://at.tumblr.com/magickizu/704756456807940096/jk28v8a5m9h0
Trying to get into a ''men writing women drawn litrelly'' lavendertown video by describing my fem characters since im technically a man (the magic of ✨️gender fluidity✨️ never seaces to amaze) day 3
Character: ???
Quiwi was an intresting, almost ghost like little girl, there were many theories about this little orphen, some people said her biological mother kept her and had her in secret, keeping her nameless duaghter hidden in her basement until the age of five when she was found by police officers who werebusting her mom for drug dealing to minors, then was haistily taken into the foster system where she got imidietly picked by a lovly gay couple despretly wanting kids. Others say Quiwi's lack of a name was due to her being lab-made by a secret expirementation facility that was later busted down, this theory seemed to be confirmed by a simple detail, the fact that whenever Quiwi was asked to write her name, instead of handing in a misspelled 'Quiwi' or 'Quince' or other name that stairted in 'Qui' she'd simply write '???' On the paper. She was a perculiar little girl, she lived with her adoptive parents in an apartment in a street called 'queens' in the third apartment block on the first or second floor. Her parents; a young, trans gynocologist named Adam with hispanic roots and a love for martial arts and fighting, and an aphrican-amarican college dance and arts teacher named Reeve, both treated her with enough love to send someone to a coma yet she'd sometimes be seen wondering outside at night with her lovinly nicknamed pet opposum 'ratty' into the late hours of the cold, dark winter, volentearing at homeless shelters and food banks until late and sleeping with homeless people under the bridge that went over the empty, man-made river near the park where rain water was supposed to gather and pour into the sewege system. She was often seen with a young, feral looking boy, with black hair and blue eyes, who refused to wear anything but warm baggy sweatpants and a closed shawl even during the coldest winter day of the year. Quiwi herself was a phenomenon, loking no older than twelve yet acting as if she were 16 or older, she had short brunette hair and wild amber eyes that seemed almost enchanting, she always wore a big, poofy pink dress with a matching bow in her hair, paired with dark blue, rainbow-striped tights, (usually) a pair of fuzzy boots, a T-shirt with a sunflower on it and a baby pink sleeveless snow jacket, the sunflower on her shirt was always the same one, with a big, light-yellow center and sharply triangular orrenge petals.
No one knew the trueth behind this family, people tried to guess but were always far from it, they'd never guess what was really happening to this family of missfits or how they came together though the truth was simple. For example: adam came from an affair between his mother and a god of war, being a mere 16 yearold girl when the truth came out his parents divorced, leaving him alone with his dad as his mom moved to Berlin to be with family, he was later kicked out due to being pregnant at the age of 17 and lost the baby on the night of his 18th birthday in a back ally with some very bad men with crowbars. Reeve himself was a true abomanation of nature, both his mothers were gods yet he ended up mortal, his mothers are Medusa and Athena and the pregnancy that carried him was caused by the magic of a certin goddess his mother medusa turned to after being felt neglected when athena had drowned herself in work during the war that accured around that time 25 years ago, after the two fought and made amends to eachother Reeve, a healthy boy gorgon, was born and they moved to amarica before moving to England. As for Quiwi? It was natural she couldnt remember her name, after all, who would after so many years in the forest, singing with the trees, sleeping with the animals, and talking and dancing with the spirits of the past, especially a specific lenape spirit which she lovingly calls 'ratty', a blue eyes boy, with black hair, coverd in mud and trible paints, it was only a matter of time 'till she'd forget all her past, her name, her mother, her home, and the tall flames that made it all end.
She was the forest now
What are some of your favorite shipping dynamics?
Let's see if I can limit this to 2...
First involves a crafter + caregiver. For example, my couple Julius and Daisy. (Julius is crafter and Daisy is caregiver.)
So crafter has "Gift-Giving" as a love language, but he/she HAS to be the one Making the gifts. In this case, Julius is a smith and is spending his time crafting jewelry for his wife Daisy.
In comes caregiver Daisy with some food and water because you bet Julius skipped a meal to work on Daisy's present. And she stays, watching him. No, she is not watching what his hands are making, she is watching HIS HANDs, his determined face, how the sweat falls from his brow as he labors because this gift has to be perfect darn it! There are times that Daisy doesn't even realize that Julius is making her a present because she is too busy watching the man she loves.
And that is the shipping dynamic, the love eyes the two make. The caregiver just sitting there in love while the crafter labors in love. And Daisy still gets surprised with her presents because she might have been distracted by her husband's face. 🤣
Second shipping dynamic is when the butler ships it.
Okay, the butler is not in the ship, but the captain of the ship. This dynamic is so fun as it invites the readers into the story by having a character cheering with them for the main couple.
What I also noticed, when the butler ships it, is that the butler points out other details about the relationship that you might miss if you are surface level-reading. The butler often points out how the two are quite compatible or cover each other's flaws. (This really is delicious to read when the author already wrote this into the story, but the butler is highlighting it for you {basically gently nudging you to see the relationship instead of telling. I have read of a story where the butler told you to love the main couple, instead of revealing. Yeah, I don't trust the butler in that tale.} )
Also, the butler going out of his way to help out the main couple get together and/or build friendships with both members is so fun to read as the butler is thinking about the relationship long term, of the family and house that the couple will build. The butler isn't just thinking about securing his job but sustaining the life that the couple will have after marriage. Personally, I think this does the readers more good than the constant "Will they, won't they?"
Oh! This applies to the Head Stewardess as well! Though it has it's own flavor as the butler often gets a father/grandfather/uncle role to one of the characters while the Stewardess gets her motherly/grandmotherly/auntie role. Or best friend looking out for the other if the butler/stewardess grew up with the head of household.