#hyper-specific pride flags

[birdsareblooming]

honestly on that prev "its becoming ohio" post, i think the "progress flag" (maybe not that specifically but others "past" it) kinda visually represent the cluttering of "LGBTAQI+"

When you make an acronym like "LGBT" people are automatically left out, and in the community of people who escape boundaries and labels people made/make more hyper-specific labels (which is fine honestly who cares) and suddenly ace, aros, pan, demi(sex/ro/gender), etc. are all left out, not only that its a community of including everyone sans pedophiles and like actual harmful sex crimes so people want to include people, which means you have to add more letters and next thing you know you have LGBTQIAUJWNLEIFNWMDPJNDLFONVK and it's a cluster-fuck.

same thing is happening to the flag. My preferred two pride flags are the pink stripe one and the one with black and brown stripes which were already there by the way and then removed in other variants. The more you add to the flag the more visually cluttered it gets and the more people who are left out, and next thing you know you have either Ohio or that stuffed gay flag barcode thing that looks like vomit.

So what's the solution? Do we just stick to the culturally considered "vanilla" pride stuff?

No because this is a new problem. this wouldn't be one if we all just said queer

[lu3ky777]

BLOG UPDATE!!!

It's finally here! An update to the LU3KY blog! Going to be honest I've been on vacation with family and now I'll be more available to answer asks and update my blog, now here's a list of old and new AU’s and events including our new special project.

Money Celestia: Celestia rises to a point with either social, political, or economic power to gain even more money, expect findom

God Junko: A Junko who has gained powerful psychic ability who could bend the world to her whims, this can go from extremely lewd, to extremely dark and despairful, to whatever else the asker feels like. 

Dance Siren Hiyoko: Like the Greek Siren who can force you to do whatever they want, Hiyoko can do the same through dance. She has major influence and can make people like Mahiru and Mikan to do her bidding.

Inventor Miu: A hyper intelligent and dominant Miu who uses her fellow students as fucktoys just as much as guinea pigs.

OC Mania: Throw in asks with your OC’s and descriptions of them 

Pride Panic!: Not really an AU but I will be prioritizing Pride based asks for Pride month :3

Now for the big one, the new fantasy project will be called Luxuria Kingdoms (Shout-out to @plaindangan for the name) and will be a sort of collaboration project with other creators like me. 

Luxuria Kingdoms 

As the name implies this will be a kingdom building rp game, essentially each “player” will create an own a kingdom. When they own a kingdom they are able to send asks saying what their rulers do, where I will determine the exact result, think of it kinda like DND. Now non-players can suggest events that happen around the world or to specific nations, although these “events” won't necessarily target one nation negatively or positively. They could either be a look into the life of the citizens, the introduction of a new plot point (maybe a magical weapon the kingdoms want) or create characters that exist within a specific place itself. Now as for the kingdoms, they have stats for different aspects and they go as such.

Strength: Military power 

Wisdom: Competence of leader's actions

Wealth: Well being of citizens

Control: State's influence over their own citizens 

Loyalty: How much the people love the country/leaders

Charm: the influence or reputation the country has

And as our first “player” here is Plain’s stats

Nexusia's stats

Strength: 10

Wisdom: 5

Wealth: 7

Control: 7

Loyalty 7 

Charm: 4

Any player that joins will also get a custom nation flag made by me :3 not an AI. I hope that both the players and watchers enjoy this! I plan to send an update when I get 2 more players, the plan is to have from 6-10 nations. 

That's all for now, stick around any fun updates~ 

[burningsolarsystem]

Whoops, guess we're bringing politics back into this blog.

So anyways...

Vent post/long post. I'm not quite sure what to warn this as, so just a heads up, I'll be talking about Trump, politics, and rights. Keep in mind what that might all involve.

Shout out to my brother who decided Trump's presidency won't affect our family.

He asked, "What's the worst way this can affect our family? He deports us?" Keep in mind we are white. So this was a joke... I think. It was a stupid one at that. I guess he decided POC are the only ones who have to fear Trump.

So I asked, "Want a list?" And when he didn't answer, I started listing.

"Well, let's see. There are women in this family. One of us works in the education field. One of us (me) is gay and trans. Should I continue?"

My mother then brings up the disability checks we get for some members of our household and the fact that the education department might get some funding cuts.

My brother then has the balls to look at me and ask, "Okay, you listed the groups that will be affected, but how specifically will our household be affected?" I then glanced at my mother, because she just said about our income getting smaller, before looking back at him. Not to mention, how the fuck does he think this works? That Trump will just pick and choose which people in these communities will be affected? That only POC will be affected and therefore, we are good? That our rights, my rights, his fucking sibling's rights aren't important? That anyone other than him being affected doesn't matter? How the fuck does he think these communities being affected won't affect the people in this family who are a part of those communities?

And then he fucking has the nerve to make a joke. "Come on. Pride flags. Be overly specific" not his exact wordin, but is literally what he said. Because yesterday he was talking about there being too many labels in the lgbtq+ community and how hyper specific they would get. He even said about how "for an inclusive group, you guys love separating yourselves" this isn't fully relevant, but the fact he decided to make a joke out of this serious fucking topic pissed me off.

My mother then chimes in saying. "This is why we don't bring up politics in this house."

Seriously? You're just gonna let your son get away with that? That our family being impacted honestly shouldn't be brought up because "what if we disagree?" That he should be allowed to just not care about anyone in this family other than himself?

You may think you're making this house a safe place by keeping out politics, but all you did was make me feel less safe in my family. All you did was decide you don't care enough about these conversations, about my concerns. You stood with him, when he was not caring about how any of us will be affected, when you decided filtering was the better option. Congratulations, you've kept the peace. All for the price of me feeling nothing close to peaceful.

And to my brother, maybe you were trying to keep us calm and give us peace of mind by saying we won't be affected. But I find that hard to believe when you decided to die on that hill after I listed ways you were wrong. You didn't give me peace of mind. You made me not trust you. You made me realize you don't care about rights that don't pertain to you, even if they impact your family. Even if they impact me. You swore you'd protect me. I don't believe it right now. Do you truly care?

Nonchalance is a luxury not all of us can afford.

Ignorance doesn't make the problem not exist.

Doing nothing for the sake of "peace" means suffering in nonpeaceful times.

Learn to care about other's rights. It's basic fucking empathy. Especially if they are a part of your family.

But I'm glad you don't care. I'm glad you aren't affected. I'm glad it doesn't matter if your sister has access to birth control. Or if she can get an abortion if she should need one, even if her life would be at risk without one. I'm glad it doesn't matter if your sibling can express their gender identity. I'm glad you don't care if your sibling can marry their girlfriend since they are afab and same sex marriage may not remain legal. I'm glad you don't care if your family loses income. I'm glad you don't care. I'm glad you are unbothered. Glad it doesn't affect you one bit. Glad you have peace and this family can sit in peace because of that. Because you not caring is fine.

Obviously, our family will not be affected. Just those communities.

What the fuck?!

[roxtron]

happy pride month! I wanted to draw something for it, I experimented with a bit of a more blocky/low poly art style, it was fun to work on.

I figured for the occasion it'd be a good idea to use the opportunity to explain more about my gender identity, as it's a label that's not widely known and I usually have to explain to people when they don't recognize the flag. The flag shown in the art is the neoboy flag, as soon as I heard about the label it felt right for me. (Plus it definitely helped the flag was my favorite colors. lol) As a transmasculine person, I never felt quite comfortable with the demiboy label, they're similar identities, however I feel neoboy is more specific to my identity. I always got the impression the demiboy label was used similarly to the genderfluid label, sometimes you feel more nonbinary, sometimes you feel more like a man. Even then, it also tends to be used to represent a blend between nonbinary and man. That sort of label never felt right for me. I never felt that I identified fully with being nonbinary, or fully with being a man. With the label of neoboy, it specifically mentions having a 'new' or unique connection to masculinity, feeling like a man, but not in the way that you wish you were a cis man. I feel like that label fits my identity well. If I had to pick a gender on the binary, I'd prefer to be aligned as masculine, I feel a much stronger connection to it, but like the label says, in a 'different' way. Ultimately my transition goals don't really change my body that much- The only forms of dysphoria I get are from my chest and my voice. That's all. I don't wish my hips or thighs looked more masculine, or that I had male genitals. I'm mostly okay with my body the way it is, but I still want to be more masculine. I think the best way I feel I can explain it is in the way people get gender envy for fictional characters.

I'll use KH3 Sora as an example here since it's the first fictional male character that came to mind that I do get some level of gender envy for.

When I say I wanna look like Sora, we can all understand that (usually) doesn't mean I want to look exactly like him, right? That I'm not asking for those saturated blue eyes, I'm not asking for his cartoony proportions and anime-style eyes. I can't speak for other people's experiences, but in my experience when I say I wanna look like someone like this, that doesn't mean I basically want to be transplanted into their in-game model, lol. It just means I want to look vaguely like him or close enough. It means I connect with the pieces of him that speak to my style and my transition goals. I like that he's able to have a long-ish hairstyle for a guy and a mullet while still noticably appearing masculine, his big baggy clothes speak to my personal style, and connect to the way I choose to present myself and my gender. Hell, some people may even perceive him wearing a necklace as a feminine style or a feminine trait, but you can still tell he's a guy! Those are the parts of him I label as 'gender' and want for myself. I want to be able to present myself with styles that could be viewed as androgynous or even feminine while still being recognizable as mostly masculine. Because I do identify with being a man and masculinity, but that doesn't mean I want to live in a male body. I'm okay with being born as a woman. Transitioning is a stressful process for probably every trans person, but I certainly wouldn't trade it for living in a male body. Once I do transition and do reach my transition goals and I'm able to present my gender in a way that makes me happy, that's what I want for myself. I don't want testosterone and its effects, (Besides voice changes from testosterone, but oh well. Voice training exists.) how people perceive my gender in terms of sex/physical changes likely does align more with a cis woman than a cis man, but the way I present my gender still aligns with being viewed as masculine, as a man. Not in a hyper-masculine-very-obviously-a-man-no-questions-asked kind of way, but just. A guy. In the way people see fictional characters like Sora. He has some traits people may question or view as feminine, and with him being a cartoon character, obviously his sex characteristics aren't going to be visible or amplified, so people aren't going to be paying attention to those. (Not to mention they probably shouldn't since he's a teenager, but that's a different conversation.) I guess the best way I can describe it feels like it's through fictional characters. I don't want to look like a cis man, I don't want to have any kind of facial hair or a bulge or anything else people would identify as typically '100% male traits.' I wanna be seen as a guy in the way cartoon characters are. Their art styles are vague/simplistic enough people can't look for those 'distinctly male traits' most of the time. A lot of fictional characters are younger, so most fictional men probably are going to be clean-shaven, and especially in animation they'll likely have some sort of baggy clothes to give them a more simplified figure, which takes away the opportunity for people to identify a 'male body.' But ultimately most people can still guess it's probably a guy. Even if it's vague or unclear and doesn't adhere to most societal standards for masculine features. (More pictures of animated guys to show my point)

If people see me and question if I'm a guy or not, I'm okay with that, in a non-binary sense, but I certainly don't want people to look at me and believe I'm a woman. Sorry for the long rambling. Maybe I could've made this more concise, but I think I'm happy letting myself ramble to make sure I get my point across. Hope this educated at least somebody about the complexities of gender and why someone would identify with a label like this one.

[gently-decaying-flowers]

my biggest hyper specific daydream is going to pride together and kissing while wrapped up in our pride flags

[pollherepollthere]

hyper-specific poll :3

- has a bone collection + bonus points w/ (consensually acquired) human teeth/bones

- owns an elf on the shelf that you do not use as a christmas decoration

- regularly wrote RPF for english assignments in middle school

- has given another person a tattoo

- has 5 pride flags

- has an ex-step sibling

- family used to be mormon

- had to retake a class 3 times

- avid danganronpa roleplayer despite never playing DR

- first social media was reddit

- none of these

- multiple/all of these

the bone collection sounds sick af ngl

proud to say I own an elf on a shelf that just hangs around my house all year🫡

EDIT: forgot my first social media was reddit,I was like 12 lmao out here in the trenches 🫡

[wisteria-lodge]

Assorted historical notes for the second chapter of my jedtavius fic (happy pride everybody...)

~ The Thorne Miniature Rooms were the personal project of wealthy American widow Narcissa Thorne (amazing name) who was able to snap up unemployed skilled artisans during the Great Depression and commission hyper-detailed rugs, furniture and decorations. The room Octavius and Jed end up in is “English Bedroom of the Georgian Period, 1760-75.” 

~ Vagina is just the totally neutral Latin word for “sheath.” The neutral Latin word for ‘vagina’ is cunnus (where we get ‘cunt’) and the rude equivalent would be something like spurium, ‘bastard [producer.]’ Romans did go completely ham with referring to a vagina metaphorically as a field, cave, pit, oven, alter, path, crack… but not really as a sheath. What is also interesting is that a lot of these euphemisms for ‘vagina’ were also used to mean ‘anus’ (literally ‘ring’)  because the Romans didn’t really divide sex along the lines of gender. They more divided along the lines of sex acts, and whether you were a top or a bottom. 

Octavius, therefore, is not really bothered by being interested in men, but by being a bottom/being the ‘penetrated’ partner. The Latin verb for 'facefuck; is irrumo, and is honestly fine, in a macho kind of way. However, the word for 'cock sucking' is fello, and is a gigantic insult.

~ If Octavius is a Movie!Roman, then Jed is a Movie!Cowboy, and more specifically a train robber.

He’s got the black hat (bad guy coded.) He’s got full gloves instead of fingerless glovelets (bad guy coded. It is VERY rare to see a good guy wear two gloves that conceal their hands. For one recent example, note how in Our Flag Means Death, Ed wears fingerless glovelets when he’s a good guy, then switches to full gloves after he goes villain and becomes ‘the Kracken.’) It would have been very easy to give Jed a sheriff’s star, but that's not what the film does. The first thing the character does in the franchise is tie Larry to the train tracks, villain style. It obviously doesn’t work, but that’s the basis of the joke.

(and as always, thank you to J.N. Adams and his very dry but very comprehensive monograph The Latin Sexual Vocabulary)

[anotherqueersnailowner]

OK so I know for a lot of my fellow transmasc and nonbinary peeps there can be a lot of dysphoria surrounding menstruation, and there are a lot of different ways people try and alleviate this dysphoria, so I thought I'd throw an idea out that's worked for me:

reusable/cloth pads

Now idk bout yall, but imo, having to go down an entire isle labeled "feminine hygeine," filled with immensely gendered products for what is already a shitty and dysphoric time is.... not ideal.

with cloth pads, I don't even have to step FOOT in the store, let alone go in that god-awful isle (also idk if any of you guys have this issue,but I'm always in such a rush to get out of there that I always get the wrong thing but I don't wanna go back so I kinda just try to adjust to a different thing and idk it's not fun ig)

ALSO not only do they typically lack hyper-femme packaging, but I've also found some stores with pride themed ones???? like Lil pride flags on the water resistant side or ones with pronouns and idk I find it a little bit comforting using something specifically designed for trans people and not cis women???? it just takes the slightest little edge off the dysphoria so thats nice

they do typically cost more but you can wash them so you don't have to buy a bunch more all the time so imo it's more cost-effective in the long run

this is just what helps me, you can look into it if you'd like but at the end of the day it's up to you its just a tiny lil bit of advice <3

[fiestylittlebeetle]

i dont trust people who have like

actual real beef with mlm (man loving man) flags like

actually, i dont trust people who have real pride flag discourse beef in general

being upset some gay people made a different flag for themselves is not a real problem, and acting like it is is clown behavior like

you don't know what a real problem is if you think bullying people who use a flag you don't like is achieving anything but filling your daily quota of harassing queer people for being gay

no i dont care if you think the "toothpaste" mlm flag is bad because it rips off the lesbian flags think and lesbians are the MOST oppressed members of lgbt

no I don't care if you think xenogender flags are cringe

no i dont care if someone made a hyper specific flag that only applies to them and like one other person

it's literally a non-issue. it's a fake problem. It's respectability bullshit. you have no reason to be upset about them, the bigots are still gonna wanna kill you with or without "cringe" flags.

anyway watch Veridis Joe you clowns

[hyper-lynx]

Blue Moon Ball: Outfitting

“So what the hell, a ball? A formal ball?” Hemi looked over at Liam, ears ascanse. Liam’s long, clouded tail swished playfully behind him. 

“Yep~! That’s what the letter said. The Blue Moon Ball. Two weeks from now on the Wizard Island, planar registry WIS-α-1.”

The lynx groaned and stretched as he stood from his well-cushioned seat. His upper body was wholly unclothed -- indeed, only a pair of trusty cargo shorts girded his tan fur. The tufted tips of his ears tingled a little as the energy current beside this reality shifted slightly. He approached and snatched the letter from Liam’s grasp.

“To Queer Wizard Council MEMBER and Hyper-Lynx, Hemi. Hello Magical Friend~☆…” And the invitation continued. An open bar, festivities, and a formal dress code, all described in impeccable hand-written cursive.

“I see…” Hemi muttered. He regarded Liam, his closest friend -- adorned in his typical flowing skirt and well-fitted vest, tail meandering through the cool air behind him, and wondered for just a moment if he should ask the clouded leopard to take his place. Then, the pride flag mounted on the cavern wall caught his eye, and he remembered his obligations.

“What’s the matter?” Liam asked, ears lowering just slightly. “This should be a lot of fun!”

“I’ve never… been to a big formal party like this, so I… don’t really know how any of it works. I’ve also only been to Wizard Island Island for business before, it’s not really… like, I don’t know my way around there at all.”

Liam chuckled. “You’re not one to turn down an adventure, so I don’t buy that that’s the problem.”

“...There’s also the matter of the dress code.”

“Hm! I figured that was the issue. “ Liam began to pace through the workshop. Pieces of unfinished arcane devices littered the counters, glass containers housed samples from distant realities, and a few piles of boxes were still, after months, residing at the sides of the closed cavern chamber. He stopped in front of the makeshift wardrobe -- just a wooden frame around a bar with various shorts hanging, completely in the shadow of a large mechanical air purifier. “I know your outfit choices are usually pretty… spartan, but this is a big event! Dozens or more wizards will be there, and everyone will have put a lot of effort into their outfit. I don’t think just finding your least dirty pair of pants will help you here.”

“I-- hesitate to ask this, but, what alternative do you have in mind? I’m not likely to fit any of your clothes either…” It was true-- Liam was almost a full head taller than Hemi, so sharing clothes was out of the question.

“Well, then we’ll just have to go clothes shopping for you!”

“...Can’t I just, find a good cheesy wizard hat or something? Cut some ear holes, call it a day?”

Liam’s face darkened. “Well, you could do that. For a ball of wizards, you might not even stand out. But, aren’t you a member of the Queer Wizard Council? Specifically one of the ambassadors of the gay identity?”

“Oh, you’re not about to--”

“I am! Friend, there are Expectations on you, justified or not. I won’t condone you showing up with absolutely no effort in your outfit. It doesn’t have to be like what I wear, I just want you to make a good impression! These wizards are powerful allies -- don’t you want to get to know them?”

Hemi sighed and flopped back down onto the chair he was still next to. “...Fine. We’ll go clothes shopping. But you’re doing the astrogation.”

“Ehe, I knew you’d see things my way! You won’t regret this!” With that, he practically pounced over to the divining orb and began running the numbers.

Hemi had almost fallen asleep by the time that Liam returned to him with a piece of discarded scroll paper. 

“Here! A full charted course.”

Hemi sat up and looked it over. It was a pretty straight shot through the phantasmal plane to reach… “Terastra… Is this just an excuse to visit your homeworld, Liam?”

“I mean… no! It’s not. It’s almost spring on my continent of origin, so the blooming festivals will be kicking off soon. They’re tied to the new moon, so I figure the motifs should line up. Plus, if we get lucky with the time alignment, the plaza might already be pretty well decorated.”

Hemi hesitated for a moment, but then stood up again. “Alright. Let’s do this. Better to leap then stay in place, right?”

Liam’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit!”

They both stepped onto the pedestal that formed the center of the entire chamber -- the place set aside for traversal work. The tips of Hemi’s ears sparked and shone with indigo and lavender, bringing a strange vertigo over both of them for just a moment. Hemi traced his claw along the lines of the pattern from the paper, then huffed and crouched.

“Three seconds!” He called out. Liam crouched down too.

Hemi bobbed his head a few times, running the final calculations in his head, and then leapt into the air and sliced outward with extended claws. The air tore open, and from the wound a prismatic light burst onto the chamber. Hemi’s momentum carried him through, and a second later Liam lowered his eyes and leapt into the rift as well.

The void between worlds was beautiful, but in a fleeting way-- when one leaves it, the structure is lost as the story of a dream upon waking. So it was that Liam had almost no memory of the traversal itself when he came to his senses on the surface of his home planet. The air was crisp and cool, but the first tinge of spring’s humidity had already snuck into it. The grass around him was damp with morning dew. He found Hemi’s paw reaching down towards him and took it with a groan as he stood unsteadily.

“Feeling alright?” Hemi asked.

“Yes, sorry.”

“Not at all! It was my bad, I took us close to a turbulent zone. That being said… where are we?”

Liam blinked a few times and found that the two of them were, in fact, not in the plaza of any city, but were in the midst of a great pine forest. The untamed ground sloped upwards towards the gathering light of morning.

“Um-- hopefully, we’re just… next to the city?”

“...What precision did you use in the astrogation?”

“Five places?”

Hemi groaned. “We could be miles away…” He started trudging through the short grass towards the local peak. “Come on, maybe there’s a view over this bluff.”

It was a deceptively long distance to the bluff -- by the time they arrived, the sky was already very nearly blue. But, when they finally reached the top, both were wordlessly taken aback.

The cliff they had arrived at was, in fact, the edge of a great ridge that nearly surrounded the landed side of the vibrant city below.  The shadow of the opposing cliffs still cast darkness over the white buildings, but the miniscule impressions of hundreds of people were already milling about in the city center, were the colors of spring had been lavished upon the streets in minuscule strands. Liam’s tail and ears recovered their former, perky status immediately.

“Hmh! Not bad for five decimal places.” Hemi remarked. “I might come back here on purpose some time.”

“I’m still sorry for the trouble. It might take all morning to hike down there.”

“We’ve got two weeks, right? There’s no rush. If you mess up your skirt we’ll be in a good place to get a new one, too.”

“--Right! Okay…”

They sat for a moment to watch the sunrise finish, and then continued on their way. Thankfully, a reasonable series of switchbacks existed to allow the downward voyage to be done without any significant climbing.

“They won’t like-- recognize you here, right?” Hemi asked as they approached the base of the hills. “I know you’ve done some pretty heroic stuff…”

“No, we should be fine on that front. It was a while ago, and I looked different at the time.”

“Damn. Was hoping for some ‘divine messenger’ discounts.”

“Ha!” Liam shook his head. “We should hope they don’t have any ‘divine messenger’ flaming arrows for us. But, again, it should be fine.”

When they finally breached the city walls, both cats were somewhat exhausted, so before they reached the plaza proper, they found a tea-serving restaurant of some kind to relax at. As promised, none of the residents seemed to think the two of them were at all unusual -- the residents and tourists occupied a wide array of distinct species. Mostly canids, it seemed, but felines and the odd cervid could be sighted in the streets.

As Hemi sipped on his (quite good!) cup of green tea, Liam tilted his head, caught by a passing idea. “So, Hemi, there’s one big choice we have to make before finding you clothes.”

“And what’s that?” As Hemi asked, he already had some idea of what this ‘choice’ would be, judging from the mirthful display across Liam’s face.

“Suits or skirts?”

Hemi sighed, but had no immediate response. To tell the truth, he’d been mulling that over the entire hike so far. Suits were, of course, more traditional for masculine-appearing beings, but he was there as a representative of the Queer Wizard Council, so everything would be open to him, but if he looked bad in something, it would be worse than having shown up in just shorts and a hat, and suits and ties all seemed very restrictive compared to what he was used to… it continued spinning around from there. 

“I haven’t chosen.” He answered bluntly.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m sure you’d cut a dashing look in either. Since you don’t have a strong preference, we’ll have to try out some of both.”

Hemi squirmed a little in his seat, then tilted his head and let his ears fall back as he noticed Liam’s general expression. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you--?”

“It’s not every day I get to see you, of all people, flustered~”

“I’m not flustered!”

“Yes you are. Don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart.”

“Don’t-- call me that… Damn it. Fine, it’s just not a comfortable thing, okay? Is that such a crime? I probably’ll look stupid no matter what I choose anyway so--”

“What? Don’t say that! I wasn’t joking earlier, I really do think you can pull it off!”

Hemi’s ears were low, and his little nub of a tail was moving back and forth through the cutout of the chair. His posture made him appear to be barely half of Liam’s size, and his voice became quiet but firm. “This is an important event, Liam. I’ve never even seen this many other wizards at once before, let alone-- partied with them. What if I end up making a bad impression? All of this is alien to me, literally more so than actual, like, alien life… I’ve literally been more comfortable climbing a volcano or spelunking a thousand miles under the surface of some rock no one has laid eyes upon since creation began.”

“Those things are physically perilous. That’s completely different then this-- social peril-- you’re feeling. I’m sorry for pressuring you… I, uh, think I got a little too excited.“ 

Liam was quiet for a moment. “If, you want to go home, this was still a nice day out. You can even discard the invitation if you want, I’m sure they’ve got plenty of attendees.”

“...No.” Hemi’s back straightened, and he took a deep breath in. “No, I need to do this. I can’t just live underground with you alone forever-- no offense. I need to get out there, get out of my own head and be seen by… anyone else. Anything else, then just me and the one writing all this down.”

“Huh?”

Hemi finished his tea and stood up. “I’m ready.”

Liam’s eyes went wild and he quickly finished the last small amount of his own tea as well. “Then, let’s do this--!”

The plaza burst and flowed with vibrant colors and moving bodies of all descriptions. A sea of horns and ears jostled about open-air stalls with perfumes, floral headdresses, fresh-grilled fish, and, finally, a veritable feast of clothes. Gowns, cocktail dresses, suits, ties… a hundred outfits for a thousand eyes. Above it all, streams of paper-made flowers that jostled in the gentle breeze, like candle fire against the immense blue sky.

Hemi tried on a suit first. As predicted, the feeling of his long body fur being constrained by the fabric was hard to stomach, and this particular suit made his head seem disproportionately too large. He tried another -- similar results, but it was a bit looser. Most of the outfits had some sort of floral design, but a few commemorated the moon as well -- unfortunately, each suit that had appropriate theming seemed to have some issue of comfort or price that disqualified it from consideration. Minutes passed, then tens of minutes. Almost an hour. Over an hour. Even Liam had begun to wear down, and that resolve the lynx had kindled within himself could only maintain itself for so long. The crowds kept throbbing and coursing down the cobblestones all the while.

In the distance, Hemi noticed something different as the attendant (a rather friendly coyote) and Liam were helping button together the latest too-tight suit. It was a cocktail dress (of the over-one-shoulder variety), formed from a deep blue-purple that matched the night sky above his home world on a clear night. Across its chest, it displayed a beautiful full moon, and it had a few frills down the sides that would match his face’s lynx-like cheek fur. It stood against a boutique stand that seemed to have little traction.

“How does it fit?” Liam asked of the suit he was already wearing, though he was able to guess given how much Hemi had squirmed while it was being fastened, when he caught Hemi’s gaze and followed it. “Oh~! Did you find something..?”

An invisible barrier formed around Hemi’s words as he was stricken again with doubt. It would be a bold statement -- one his generally not-that-attractive physique would butcher for sure. Liam took the coyote aside and whispered something in their ears. The coyote looked across the crowd, then back to Hemi, and put their paw under their chin for a moment before nodding. Liam’s smile became a gentle smirk.

“Well, what are you waiting for? You won’t know anything until you try it on.”

The lynx looked to Liam with a frightened expression, so Liam put a hand on his still-padded shoulder. “They’re wizards, Liam. Half of them will be wearing bones or slime or something.”

Hemi swallowed and, after another second nodded. “I want to try on that dress.” The words, alien as they might have been to his tongue, brought an electric feeling to the back of his mind. The coyote dutifully helped him remove the suit, and he and Liam entered the other stall.

The dress, once donned, hung loosely around Hemi’s frame. Somehow, his exposed shoulder felt almost salacious, compared to not wearing any shirt at all, but the feeling was a good one. The fabric was smooth and breathable, so it was not unbearable on his fur. Most importantly, the inner structure of the dress emphasized his physique without being explicit-- it was just a little more sensual than normal. He turned around and around in the mirror, while Liam watched on from the side.

“So… what do you think?”

Hemi looked down at himself, then back up at the mirror. “I think I actually like it--! What do you think?”

“I think it’s gorgeous. It fits you really well! The moon might make it hard to use at other events, but that’s the only downside.”

“I’m alright with that. I’m sure if I end up wearing it often I can find some illusion to cast over the moon -- it’s basically a big white disk, right? Perfect backdrop for an insignia.”

“Right! Well-- do you want to try any of the other dresses? Since we’re on this side of the aisle…?”

“...Um. No, no I think-- I like this one. Aha--” Hemi put a hand against the back of his head and gave a soft, genuine smile. Liam quickly moved to find the cashier -- who ended up being some kind of dog with very curly white fur.

“My friend would like to buy that dress, please!” 

The cashier nodded. “And why not! Oh, but the moon is out of season, isn’t it?”

“It’s fine, it’s for a different event. Actually, the moon was what drew us over here in the first place.”

“Oho!” The cashier dropped her voice. ”And, your friend is happy in… that kind of clothing? We have a suit with the same design in the back--”

Hemi approached. His large ears made it trivial to overhear the conversation from afar. He’d removed the dress and put it onto its hanger, but was still carrying it. He laid the fabric onto the purchase area. “Yes, I’d like to buy the dress. What’s your price?”

The cashier tapped her claw onto a rune engraved in her desk, and a circle of symbols appeared briefly in the air between her and the lynx. “You are a magician, yes? I will ask for a simple service -- production of some lumen oil for my silkworms to feed on. A cup should suffice as payment.”

“Lumen oil… very well. Do you have a cloche?”

The cashier directed Hemi to her alchemy room, and left him to provide his payment while she packaged the dress gently into a clear garment bag. A few minutes later, Hemi emerged with a small container of glowing golden liquid, formed from pure arcane energy. He wiped the sweat from his head -- he’d have to do a more complete grooming in a moment.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” He set the vial onto the payment section. The cashier tapped a rune, and the sign for equivalence appeared in the air. “Then the outfit is yours. I do hope you enjoy wearing it…!” The cashier announced. 

Liam took the dress into his hands. “Thank you!” Hemi nodded in thanks as well, and the two left into the plaza. As midday drew closer, the crows had settled into lines near the food vendors, and it was clearly time to take their leave. Hemi knew the way home by heart, so it was a quick matter to tear open the air again and lead the duo back to their place in another reality.

“You did good today, Hemi.” Liam literally patted the lynx on the back as he groomed.

“It’s strange… I never imagined I’d choose an outfit like that, but-- it really did look alright on me?”

“My friend, I could not have envisioned a dress that would fit you and the occasion better. I know I’m biased, but it’s really nice that you’re taking these kinds of risks now. It was a nice day! When we both get a while off of work, we should go out again -- and not just because I got to watch you try on suits for over an hour this time.”

“Hmph--! I’ll bet that was a real treat…”

“Oh, it was~” Liam said in a tone that made it truly impossible to discern if he was being sincere or just trying to get a rise out of him. Hemi just chuckled and looked back over at the garment bag, now hanging in his wardrobe.

“You should come with me. To the ball.”

“Um-- I’m not a wizard, though?”

“Any good ball allows plus ones. Besides, I know you’ve got some ridiculous giant gown or other in your storage somewhere.”

“I… may, but, I don’t think I’d look-- hey, you don’t get to turn the situation around on me like that!”

Hemi’s chuckle turned into a full laugh. “Revenge really is sweet~ But, seriously, you should come.”

“I’ll think about it. Home’s been pretty busy lately. Tsunamis, droughts-- the people need a nature prophet more than ever. But-- if I’m not actively mitigating some huge catastrophe-- I’ll put on a ‘ridiculous, giant gown’ and come with you to the ball. It’s the least I could do, after today.”

“Thank you.”

“Of-- course.”

The matter decided, each cat went on to enjoy the rest of the afternoon in their own ways.

[nation-of-bros]

This flag symbolizes the opposite of masculinity and male love. It is a sign of the political appropriation of "sexual minorities", who are being exploited to create a new society that is just as livable as its theocratic counterpart.

A Contribution to the Current "Pride Month"

How Feminists Pervert Gay Men into Suicide Bombers

With LGBTQ+ it’s not about the recognition of same-sex love, but about foisting an extremely “woke,” deeply feminist, and broadly leftist ideology onto people by way of misleading homosexuals and unleashing them as vectors of attack on society as a whole. Logically, this achieves exactly the opposite of “tolerance”, since instead of conveying cool, desirable masculinity, LGBTQ+ only instills guilt and the compulsion to embrace its “queerness”. Accordingly, die-hard conservatives increasingly view these rainbow people as a “threat”. This is especially evident in Eastern Europe, where LGBTQ+’s politicization of sexuality has led governments to enact laws specifically aimed at curbing the “homosexualization in schools”: It was obviously anything but helpful to parade one’s fetishes half-naked to naked along public streets during “Pride” months:

[www.sfgate.com]

[tennesseestar.com]

One cannot force tolerance, especially not when the demeaning image of the “perverse homosexual” is served up in such an extreme way. Consequently, rainbow parades reinforce those prejudices about gay men, claiming they are sex-obsessed, unmanly, or simply “abhorrent” instead of proving the opposite! This deeply harmful effect is further intensified by the fact that LGBTQ+ presumes to speak on behalf of all homosexual and bisexual men, which is plainly false! Very many of us give no sign that we are attracted to our own kind, because we are simply normal men who find it anything but arousing to effeminize ourselves or publicly present ourselves as fetish objects! No, we do not do that! And we reject those clichés, for in our view the obscene dancing beneath rainbow banners is not an expression of freedom but merely the spectacle of a movement that seeks to make society more deranged rather than more “tolerant”.

Anyone who rejects this “colorfulness” – including homosexual men themselves – is, in their eyes, simply labeled an “intolerant Nazi”. Here there even exists a compatible interface with Antifa, resulting in a calamitous fusion of “queer”, feminist, and anarchist elements:

[www.tag24.de]

[capiremov.org]

[https://www.lemonde.fr]

But the worst thing about LGBTQ+ is the feminist instrumentalization, which cranks up effeminization by a factor of one thousand: long hair, painted fingernails, shoes with heels or even the wearing of long dresses, plus countless mimicked gestures and behavioral patterns of high-end drama queens, all to come across as maximally “queer”. There is, in fact, no boundary left to respect, because masculinity is considered “toxic” anyway, so being hyper-camp has become the new conformity. LGBTQ+ thus amounts to nothing more than the feminists’ ideological nuclear strike aimed directly at the root of masculinity, by sissifying precisely those who carry the greatest potential for manliness within themselves, because it is not heterosexual men who particularly cherish masculinity or brotherhood, but always homosexual and bisexual men who appear as the strongest advocates of men and masculine ideals. Therefore, feminists aim their rainbow precisely at these men in order to smash the society's most masculine core.

—

Diese Flagge symbolisiert das Gegenteil von Männlichkeit und männlicher Liebe. Sie ist ein Zeichen der politischen Vereinnahmung von "sexuellen Minderheiten", die missbraucht werden, um eine neue Gesellschaft zu erschaffen, die genauso lebenswert ist wie ihr theokratisches Gegenstück.

Ein Beitrag zum aktuellen „Pride Month“

Wie Feministen schwule Männer zu Selbstmordattentätern pervertieren

Bei LGBTQ+ geht es nicht um die Anerkennung von gleichgeschlechtlicher Liebe, sondern um das Aufoktroyieren einer extrem "woken", zutiefst feministischen und allgemein linken Ideologie, indem hierzu Homosexuelle irregeleitet und als Angriffsvektoren auf die gesamte Gesellschaft losgelassen werden. Logischerweise wird dadurch genau das Gegenteil von "Toleranz" erreicht, denn statt cooler, begehrenswerter Männlichkeit vermittelt LGBTQ+ nur Schuldgefühle und den Zwang, deren "Queerness" anzunehmen. Entsprechend sehen Erzkonservative derartige Regenbogenmenschen zunehmend als eine "Gefahr". Dies zeigt sich vor allem in Osteuropa, wo LGBTQ+ mit seiner Politisierung von Sexualität dazu führte, dass Regierungen gezielt Gesetze erließen, um die "Homosexualisierung an Schulen" zu unterbinden. Ganz offensichtlich war es alles andere als hilfreich, in "Pride"-Monaten halbnackt bis nackt öffentlich seine Fetische in Straßenzügen auszuleben:

[www.sfgate.com]

[tennesseestar.com]

Man kann Toleranz nicht erzwingen, schon gar nicht, wenn das herabwürdigende Bild des "perversen Homosexuellen" selbst auf so extreme Weise bedient wird. Folglich festigen Regenbogenparaden jene Vorurteile über Schwule, wonach sie sexsüchtig, unmännlich oder schlichtweg "abartig" seien, anstatt das Gegenteil aufzuzeigen! Dieser zutiefst schädliche Effekt wird noch dadurch verstärkt, dass sich LGBTQ+ anmaßt, im Namen aller homo- und bisexuellen Männer zu sprechen, was einfach falsch ist! Sehr vielen von uns sieht man nicht an, dass wir auf unseres Gleichen abfahren, weil wir schlicht normale Männer sind, die es alles andere als geil finden, sich zu verweiblichen oder öffentlich als Fetischobjekte zu präsentieren! Nein, das tun wir nicht! Und wir lehnen jene Klischees ab, denn aus unserer Sicht stellt das obszöne Tanzen unter Regenbogenfarben kein Ausdruck von Freiheit dar, sondern ist nichts als die Darbietung einer Bewegung, welche die Gesellschaft verrückter statt "toleranter" machen will.

Jeder, der diese "Buntheit" ablehnt – selbst homosexuelle Männer – wird aus deren Sicht einfach nur als ‚intoleranter Nazi‘ abgestempelt. Hier besteht sogar eine kompatible Schnittstelle zur Antifa, was in eine verhängnisvolle Mischung aus "queeren", feministischen und anarchistischen Elementen mündet:

[www.tag24.de]

[capiremov.org]

[https://www.lemonde.fr]

Doch das Schlimmste an LGBTQ+ ist die feministische Instrumentalisierung, welche die Verweiblichung noch einmal um den Faktor 1000 hochdreht: Lange Haare, lackierte Fingernägel, Schuhe mit Absätzen oder gar das Tragen von langen Kleidern, dazu viele nachgeahmte Gestiken und Verhaltensmuster von Edelzicken, um maximal "queer" daherzukommen. Es gibt faktisch keine Grenze mehr, die noch eingehalten wird, weil Männlichkeit sowieso als "toxisch" gilt, sodass hypertuntig sein zur neuen Konformität wird. LGBTQ+ ist damit nichts weiter als der ideologische Nuklearschlag der Feministen, um Männlichkeit direkt an der Wurzel auszurotten, indem sie ausgerechnet jene tuntisieren, welche das größte Potenzial zur Männlichkeit in sich tragen, denn es sind nicht heterosexuelle Männer, die Maskulinität oder Bruderschaft sonderlich wertschätzen, sondern stets Homo- und Bisexuelle, die als die größten Fürsprecher von Männern und männlichen Idealen auftreten. Daher richten Feministen ihren Regenbogen ausgerechnet auf diese Männer, um der Gesellschaft ihren männlichsten Kern zu zerschießen.

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

Punch out oc introduction!!

Detirmed Delilah

See this isn't a one and done deal

Information that i couldn't fit in the picture

Bio

Delilah is a big fan of glass joe. She likes his determination. Consentaly going back into the ring lost after lost. Thats what inspired her to go into boxing. Dispite her horrible win lose streak like those before her Delilah has been in the gig for 9 years, rather by pity or the WVBA needing a female glass joe is unknown. But that doesn't drop her own determination. Being ranked last doesn't mean you can't try! She's here to show the world that French people are determined to show their own strengths. Even when she's knocked down she'll get right back up! Or her name is determined Delilah for nothing!

animation ideas

She wins By ko/tko

Delilah would yell in French something along the lines of "let the world know of detirmed Delilah!!"

She wins By refree choice

Delilah would slowly start saying "i won?" Before going hyper saying "i won!!" Over and over then start singing the france anthem.

Knocked out

Delilah would stumble back stunned until she falls face first, then proceeds to wave a small white flag.

Intro before fight

She jumps up, waves, and yells "Bonjour! Lets have a good fight!"

Intro during fight

Delilah would skip abit, before saying "Vive la Patrie! (Long live the homeland!)" And turns to the player, occasionally it would show her tripping mid sentence before she stands still and continues.

Intro after fight

Delilah would be dazed off, holding the side of her head on the rings poll, occasionally lifting it up before flinching and putting it down.

Title defense

(Slightly incomplete)

She essentially gets the boxer gear joe does, however she also gets a body covering for her torso.

She also becomes faster and occasionally fakes out right hooks.

Infractions (that i know of from the get go feel free to add onto)

- the title defense torso covering

- hair can be considered in the way of eyes occasionally (though does not block her own vision)

Indirect infractions

During one of vickys intermissions vickys cat will go and smack a candy bar out of the players coach's , duck Lois, hand before Delilah comes and takes it back. The infections are

- allowing an animal on the ring

- interfering with other boxers break (not an official rule but cmon it should be)

- getting too close to the ring as a spectator.

Fun facts:

Delilah has her own cat, which is a Turkish Angora cat named Marie.

Delilah has a hard time reading English, but can speak it relatively find with a couple expectations (specifically words that sound the same)

In her reference sheet i was gonna add a france flag with a corner peeling off to reveal the transgender pride flag, a reference to a running joke i plan to make of her accidentally outing herself. I cut it to make room for the text and for the potential of it being misinterpreted as it saying French is a gender or being considered transphobic because of the flag essentially being hidden.

Ironically Delilah almost became another paper white oc. Luckily i went with the right mind to go a shade darker but now if you color pick it she looks kinda very light pink without her other colors neutralizing it. It makes her look more lively though!

Hey if you read this far have a kiwi for apperaincation I'm going to beds🥝

[h20goflashnsplashsealrideon]

i want to make my own pooltoy pride flag for the lulz. im not typically someone who cares about making hyper specific flags for things but for me this is a fetish on the level of latex and none of the pooltoy flags ive seen touch on thr fetishism. also I've never liked the designs ive seen im sorry

[receivingtransmission]

okay not to sound like a dirty capitalist but lately it's been blowing my mind like... how bad these businesses are at being run? and how it's actually hurting their ability to make a profit.

like i remember a time where if they fucked up your order, they would refund you. now, everywhere has a no refund policy even when they're the ones wholly even in the wrong. hell even I work for a venue that refuses refunds even when we cancel the show. And it's just mind blowing to me cause, how can they not see that setting their foot down about $20 just caused them to lose however much that person would have spent had they been a repeat customer.

or like, remember a time when any online platform had like a support email or phone number you could call? dude even my old fucking bank, there is zero way to speak to an actual human being over phone/email. it's all robots. so when I had a hyper specific issue that wasn't listed in the robots three options, and i tried for three days to get in contact with a real person so I could explain what was happening, I ended up just closing my account and switching banks. cost me $30 but at that point I missed having someone to talk to.

and my last complaint... fuck. you. tumblr. support. your help tickets half the time don't even display the captcha you need to complete in order to submit a help ticket. which is of course. very convenient for you guys so you don't have to respond to as many help tickets, it's easier for all of us to just go fuck ourselves. and marking blogs explicit that haven't even posted yet just because I wanna change my header to a pride flag, that's just cute.

[iveraines]

pride posts and merch be like gay men and lesbians grouped together under the rainbow flag labeled "homosexual" and aromantics excluded altogether but there's 10 million hyper-specific microlabels no one's ever heard of

[image ID: Bernie Sanders meme with a small aromantic flag captioned “I am once again asking for you to include aromantics in your pride art/posts/merch” End ID]

[discardedburgerkingcup]

i love cool pride flags

i love flags that have shapes other than horizontal stripes, i love flags that have lots of colors, i love flags that have meanings to each color, i love non-lgbt pride flags, i love pronoun flags, i love lesser known flags, i love flags for hyper specific identities, i love flags for umbrella terms, i love alt designs for flags, and i love the flags i identify with

happy pride month guys :3