#ze/hir/hirs/hirself

[ego-sum-arbor]

I do worry that my bio comes off as hostile to it/its pronouns— I’m not. I just don’t personally vibe with them and any pronouns except it/its is close enough while being relatively easy to write out.

[pronoun-checks]

could you do the name soulstice with it/its, ze/hir/hirs/hirself, and/or ay/ai/ais/aiself pronouns? i'm a fan of undertale, deltarune, and celeste, and other than that i like art, space, music theory, & old tech :)

Sure thing!

it/ze/ay

Wait a second, is that Soulstice? I think I see Soulstice over there! Do you see it? It’s the one sitting by itself with its headphones on. I wonder what it’s listening to? You’ve met Soulstice before, right? No? Well, you’ll have to meet it sometime; I think you’d get along with it nicely. I’ve only spoken with hir a few times, but ze seems pretty interesting! Ze likes the games Undertale, Deltarune, and Celeste, so maybe you could play one of those with hir sometime? Ze didn’t mention which of those games was hir favourite, or if ze likes them all equally, though. Ay also likes art, but didn’t mention if ay does art or not. I’ll have to ask ai the next time I see ai. Ay said ay likes space, music theory, and old tech as well. Maybe you could talk to ai about one of ais interests sometime! Oh, hey! Soulstice is looking this way now! Ay’s waving at us, I think. Yep, ay’s definitely waving at us. Do you want to go meet Soulstice? Sure! Let’s go talk with ai. Hey! Soulstice!

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it/its

Wait a second, is that Soulstice? I think I see Soulstice over there! Do you see it? It’s the one sitting by itself with its headphones on. I wonder what it’s listening to? You’ve met Soulstice before, right? No? Well, you’ll have to meet it sometime; I think you’d get along with it nicely. I’ve only spoken with it a few times, but it seems pretty interesting! It likes the games Undertale, Deltarune, and Celeste, so maybe you could play one of those with it sometime? It didn’t mention which of those games was its favourite, or if it likes them all equally, though. It also likes art, but didn’t mention if it does art or not. I’ll have to ask it the next time I see it. It said it likes space, music theory, and old tech as well. Maybe you could talk to it about one of its interests sometime! Oh, hey! Soulstice is looking this way now! It’s waving at us, I think. Yep, it’s definitely waving at us. Do you want to go meet Soulstice? Sure! Let’s go talk with it. Hey! Soulstice!

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ze/hir

Wait a second, is that Soulstice? I think I see Soulstice over there! Do you see hir? Ze’s the one sitting by hirself with hir headphones on. I wonder what ze’s listening to? You’ve met Soulstice before, right? No? Well, you’ll have to meet hir sometime; I think you’d get along with hir nicely. I’ve only spoken with hir a few times, but ze seems pretty interesting! Ze likes the games Undertale, Deltarune, and Celeste, so maybe you could play one of those with hir sometime? Ze didn’t mention which of those games was hir favourite, or if ze likes them all equally, though. Ze also likes art, but didn’t mention if ze does art or not. I’ll have to ask hir the next time I see hir. Ze said ze likes space, music theory, and old tech as well. Maybe you could talk to hir about one of hir interests sometime! Oh, hey! Soulstice is looking this way now! Ze’s waving at us, I think. Yep, ze’s definitely waving at us. Do you want to go meet Soulstice? Sure! Let’s go talk with hir. Hey! Soulstice!

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ay/ai

Wait a second, is that Soulstice? I think I see Soulstice over there! Do you see ai? Ay’s the one sitting by aiself with ais headphones on. I wonder what ay’s listening to? You’ve met Soulstice before, right? No? Well, you’ll have to meet ai sometime; I think you’d get along with ai nicely. I’ve only spoken with ai a few times, but ay seems pretty interesting! Ay likes the games Undertale, Deltarune, and Celeste, so maybe you could play one of those with ai sometime? Ay didn’t mention which of those games was ais favourite, or if ay likes them all equally, though. Ay also likes art, but didn’t mention if ay does art or not. I’ll have to ask ai the next time I see ai. Ay said ay likes space, music theory, and old tech as well. Maybe you could talk to ai about one of ais interests sometime! Oh, hey! Soulstice is looking this way now! Ay’s waving at us, I think. Yep, ay’s definitely waving at us. Do you want to go meet Soulstice? Sure! Let’s go talk with ai. Hey! Soulstice!

[gendercensus]

GOOD NEWS EVERYONE

I felt like doing some important research between annual surveys, and an offhand comment from @averixus prompted a Tournament. This will be the masterpost.

Me and @averixus chose the pairs in the first round using a random number generator on the top 32 pronoun sets from the Gender Census 2023 results.

Round 1

Poll 1: one/one/oneself vs. void/void/voidself

Poll 2: avoid pronouns vs. ze/zir/zirself

Poll 3: pup/pup/pupself vs. vamp/vamp/vampself

Poll 4: star/star/starself vs. thon/thon/thonself

Poll 5: bun/bun/bunself vs. xe/xem/xemself

Poll 6: mew/mew/mewself vs. ae/aer/aerself

Poll 7: xey/xem/xemself vs. they/them/themself

Poll 8: ve/ver/verself vs. ze/zem/zemself

Poll 9: e/em/emself vs. they/them/themselves

Poll 10: ne/nem/nemself vs. he/him/himself

Poll 11: kit/kit/kitself vs. rot/rot/rotself

Poll 12: fae/faer/faeself vs. ey/em/emself

Poll 13: hy/hym/hymself vs. hy/hymn/hymnself

Poll 14: she/her/herself vs. use name as pronoun

Poll 15: voi/void/voidself vs. bug/bug/bugself

Poll 16: it/it/itself vs. ze/hir/hirself

Round 2

Poll 1: one/one/oneself vs. avoid pronouns

Poll 2: vamp/vamp/vampself vs. star/star/starself

Poll 3: xe/xem/xemself vs. ae/aer/aerself

Poll 4: they/them/themself vs. ze/zem/zemself

Poll 5: they/them/themselves vs. he/him/himself

Poll 6: kit/kit/kitself vs. fae/faer/faeself

Poll 7: hy/hymn/hymnself vs. use name as pronoun

Poll 8: voi/void/voidself vs. it/it/itself

Round 3

Poll 1: avoid pronouns vs. star/star/starself

Poll 2: xe/xem/xemself vs. they/them/themself

Poll 3: they/them/themselves vs. fae/faer/faeself

Poll 4: use name as pronoun vs. it/it/itself

Semi-final

Poll 1: avoid pronouns vs. they/them/themself

Poll 2: they/them/themselves vs. it/it/itself

Final

they/them/themself vs. it/it/itself

WINNER: they/them/themself

[draconic-absurdism]

DESPERATE MEASURES

Story below the cut

An image of a doorway flutters in hir mind as ze shimmies upward ever further, nearing the flattening of the smooth linoleum pane, nearly teetering off the edge. And as hir vision blurs again, surely ze will fall. The wall, crisp and cold, audibly clacks, a desperate grasping with useless hooven fingers, tinged with a pulling at hir fuzzy chest as ze slides hirself up. There's no railing, nothing to grip.

Falling wouldn't be so bad, really. It never is, here in this place. Clouds roll on and on. It's comforting, almost, breaking barriers that, in a sense, are physically impossible, over and over again. To rely on something that contradicts nature. Or is it that nature itself is contradictory?

But ze's never made it quite this far before. As hir fingers crest the corner, ze pulls hirself up, slipping a final time before maneuvering one hoof onto flat land. But as ze huffs in relief, the image flickers again, and hir heart recoils into itself in horror as it realizes the door ze pictures has no stairway leading up, no clouds, no bluish tinge left to the sky. This is all wrong. How hadn't I realized?

Maybe this isn't the end of the path. But ze manages to arch hir head back far enough to get a glimpse up at the endless vertical stretch of the architecture, absurd in its scale, vanishing up into a single point in space beyond a layer of clouds so far up that they may as well have been pixels on a screen, and ze sees that this is indeed the wrong place and the wrong time.

I'm going to give up again. I'm going to stop trying again. It wasn't so bad in the water, floating around on the surface but never really breaking through. But even as ze mutters to hirself, the truth of the matter has already been decided, and bile rises in hir throat as ze realizes that an attempt at something so futile as this may not be worthwhile. Or maybe it is. Either way, in the end, you find that despite how gratingly alone you may feel, you aren't in solitude nearly as often as you think you are.

"Come up with me." The voice isn't startling. It's always a new one, but it says the same thing. It's the tone that really gets to hir. Sometimes sincere and sometimes otherwise, not like ze can ever tell the difference regardless.

"No," ze retorts, letting one hoof slip back down the slope.

The creature's slit eyes open up in what appears to be genuine surprise. "Oh."

"You can't help me. I'm in the wrong place."

"I don't think so."

'You don't get to tell me if I am or not."

"That's true...."

It's a nonsense conversation, the dragon lacking the entirety of context surrounding the boar's circumstances. Even if the discussion persisted for quite a while, it wouldn't understand beyond what is mostly universal, would it? But to say anything actually true to hirself would be to risk a level of vulnerability that ze's never quite known how to reign in. If it was called small talk, why did it always feel like hir lungs were set ablaze? A surface tension that can't be broken.

"...I can take you back down, then. So you don't have to fall, at least."

The offer almost makes hir laugh. Almost. "Frankly, I'd rather you just eat me at this point."

"Sure." It opens its maw.

The boar is genuinely surprised to have met someone who picks up on jokes even less often than hirself. Ze goes to scratch hir chin before realizing with a start that ze's still in a rather precarious situation, straightening up hir spine and smooshing her chest back up against the wall.

At some point in the moment of silence that follows, the dragon realizes its mistake and snaps its jaws shut with an audible clack. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

This time, the boar really does laugh. "You're fine."

Though the massive reptile's neck quickly disappears into a thick layer of fluffy white cumulus clouds, most of its body completely out of view, the boar gets the sense that its claws are shuffling uncomfortably in the grass so far below. The silence flows through both of their lungs on the next inhale, and the boar scoots up to stand along the edge of the flat plane, where there's a bit more room to shift around.

"I like the sound your hooves make," the dragon huffs.

"Oh, thanks. I liked the click of your teeth."

"Thanks."

There's another ten seconds or so of silence, and the shifting of the beast's claws grows slightly audible. But at least to the boar, it's not an uncomfortable silence, not really. Something about this thing in all its absurdity, its sheer size, the sharpness of its bladed face juxtaposed with its awkward expression, its fangs that jut out and give it a bit of a lisp, is really likable.

"I'm afraid that I like you." Why did I say that? What a stupid thing to say. You don't just tell people you like them. I wish you could.

"You don't have to be afraid of something like that," the dragon replies. This answer, while comforting, isn't convincing.

"I definitely do."

"You don't scare me."

"I'm not scary. I just like people a lot, but I'm not really good at showing it. I haven't had that many friends before, so I don't know how it works. I don't know how to connect with people, I don't know what I'm meant to say most of the time. Every version of myself that I've been before this very moment has been masked by some sort of complacency, some sort of veil of attempted normalcy that plagued me so deeply that I'd lost myself. And now I'm unpacking all these feelings I'd been trained to veil, and I don't know what to do with them. I'm not trying to complain or sound pathetic, it's not a self-pitying thing. I honestly like myself quite a bit, I just don't think I'm equipped for any of the situations I find myself in. I don't feel like the reality I was born into is one I can navigate so easily."

"Despite that, you've survived," says the dragon. "Though, you're kind of holding yourself back, don't you think?"

"Maybe so." I think of it just then, I think of what I have to do. It's the only way, really. Something I'd often been too stuck in my own head to ever really consider, and even on the rare occasion that I had, it didn't work out right. But the only way to find out if this time would be different is to try, and so I do. "Would you like to go sit on a rock with me somewhere?"

"A rock?"

"Yeah. Like, granite or something."

"I would love to. But um." The dragon shifts once more, this time with a bit more purpose as it leans in toward the boar. "I would still have to carry you. To get anywhere that has rocks, I mean."

"Oh." Ze hadn't really considered that, but the possibility of lounging in a dark enclosed space for a while was indeed enticing. "Yeah, that works."

"Anywhere that has rocks?"

"Anywhere that has rocks, yeah. Like a river or a forest or anything is fine, as long as we can both sit comfortably." The boar steps forward, a little cue that ze hopes might prompt the dragon, once again, to open up. Ze supposes its silly to rely on such things at this point. This, clearly, isn't someone who communicates through that muddling series of subtleties, a song and dance for which ze hadn't ever been quite able to get the footwork down, and yet would still attempt at times for the sake of acting as some sort of social chameleon.

It takes a second for the cue to click, or maybe the dragon is just unsure what to do with the near complete freedom of location. Eventually, it realizes it's time to go and opens its maw back up, and for the first time, the boar is able to see what's inside. To really see what's inside. Teal-green flesh and gums, metallic and slightly glittery in texture, accented pale minty green razor sharp teeth. A few are messy and chipped. And with that, the surface tension is broken, and the fluid of the beasts tongue engulfs hir, the wetness seeping into hir fur fully, not simply bouncing off. At first the sensation, alien and new, is unpleasant, and as ze squishes up against the beasts tongue as it closes its jaws around hir, ze shifts along the muscle and adjusts until a pattern settles. The grumbling of the great beast's throat as it lifts off. The relief of no longer teetering on that ledge as ze had so many times before. The fear that this might not last, that any expression of seeking longevity could come off as a bit too much for someone ze'd just met.

Though they hadn't just met, really, as ze recalled all the times before that the dragon had perched along that very ledge. Had it been the same one? Sometimes, probably. Not every time. This didn't really feel new, but it certainly felt more comfortable than times prior. Perhaps to credit this change to the dragon wasn't quite right. Perhaps it was hir own willingness to be vulnerable and ask the risky questions that rewarded hir with an experience that, while not new, didn't feel so scary this time. It feels stupid to admit that to myself in a way. I'd known all along that this would yield better results, so why, pray tell, was I so terrified? Why am I still so terrified?

Hir stomach drops as the beast's wings flap and it picks up speed, soaring through the endless sky, but its head stays mostly steady. And just as hir eyes begin to adjust to the darkness and the ridges along the roof of its mouth gleam a deep emerald jewel tone through the blackness, a beam of light shoots in with a gush of cold wind. The beast's teeth crack open just a bit, just enough to let the clouds enter its mouth and fill the space with dense fog, drenching hir in mist, the heat of the beast's body and the frost of the outside air swirling as one force of nature. The sensation reels through hir, and ze shudders as the beast's taste buds run along hir forearms. After it begins to run a bit cold, the teeth clack shut once again and dark warmth falls in again, that clicking sound of the sets of bones interlocking tingling in hir ears.

Something profound occurs to hir almost every day, it seems, and yet such things make progress only towards goals intangible to others. Something that lives in hir head and slams on a pane of glass and begs to be heard, but out loud it just sits there staring and waiting for an opportunity, waiting to be served something on a platter that isn't coming.

"I've known you for a long time, I think. I love you," says the boar. "I just want to tell you that, in case things go wrong somewhere down the line. I want you to know that, at least now, in this moment, I love you."

The dragon tries to respond, but finds that moving its tongue jostles the boar far too much, so it resorts simply to hugging the tiny creature with its tongue, curling each side up around hir body as a warm, wet blanket.

The silence is welcome this time.

[nonbinarypolls]

*This includes anyone who does not fall into the binary of "always, wholly, and exclusively male" or "always, wholly, and exclusively female," even if you don't necessarily identify with the nonbinary label specifically.

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**Neopronouns are pronouns which were coined relatively recently. In the English language, this includes any third person pronouns which are not she/her/hers/herself, he/him/his/himself, they/them/their/theirs/themself (or themselves), or it/its/itself. Examples include, but are not limited to:

ae/aer/aer/aers/aerself

ey/em/eir/eirs/emself

fae/faer/faer/faers/faerself

xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xemself

ze/hir/hir/hirs/hirself

ze/zir/zir/zirs/zirself

[bitchwhoreofastorm]

rape tw (implied)

Then, at the worst time, they met again.

It was only days after Vivec had shaved hir head-- months after the thing in the desert, the thing that ze had not yet named and could not stop thinking of. Ze was still in a fog in those days, going about as if hir face was held under deep water. The tragedy had rendered the world unreal and pale as hir own violated body; ze was like a ship whose anchor-line had been snapped, all ze could do was drift. Ze prowled a lot, walking up and down the streets of Mournhold with no particular direction and no particular hope. So it was a hot day, a muggy summery day, and ze was foggier than usual, wandering up one of Mournhold's wealthiest streets, a hand on Muatra and sweat beading over hir bare head, when ze saw her.

The Daedric Prince had stopped to rest under a Moril tree. She was pretending not to notice Vivec; she held a piece of paper and she read furtively. Her scant clothing left her hard, brown body bared to the warm air, and she had only four limbs: two wiry arms, two long bare-thigh legs. But her eyes betrayed her, always betrayed her-- when Vivec drew towards her she looked up and her eyes, red as pomegranates, narrowed.

She said nothing when Vivec approached her. Her hands, dyed black, twitched against the parchment. She watched with quiet curiosity as Vivec came to a stop only a feet from her, and those bloody eyes darted only briefly to the spear.

"Mephala," said Vivec.

The daedroth blinked once but said nothing.

"Do you remember me?"

"Hm…"

She cocked her head, her dark hair fell loose before her face. The shadow dappled her-- it suited her-- she was oddly real, for a dream.

"Ah, yes." Her lips twitched upwards. "The netchiman's wife."

A chill went through Vivec, who had felt nothing in what seemed to be months. The water over hir mind grew thicker; ze twisted Muatra in hir hands and the movement caught Mephala's eyes.

"Vivec," ze said. "I'm Vivec now."

That bloody gaze went back to hir face.

"No," Mephala's judgement came at once, "Still the wife, I'm afraid."

"I shaved my head. They call me he. I am no-one's wife. I stopped being her."

The corners of Mephala's mouth raised-- Vivec remembered, as if from a million years ago, the fangs behind those lips, and the cool taste of her tongue. Ze had to take it as proof. The netchiman's wife had never kissed her, only Vehk, and yet--

"What do you want, wife of no-one?"

Her hands, too, would be cool and metallic, if Vivec were to grab them. Those inked-black palms always seemed vampiric, drawing energy from other people's skin. Vivec found hirself staring at them-- hir own hands on Muatra hot-- hir head swam in water, in the heat of the day, in the horror of it.

Mephala sighed. Her letter disappeared inside her tunic and she slipped off of the tree like a shifting shadow.

Then she was by Vivec, as cool as she'd been when ze was just fourteen, and she even smelled the same. Her hand, too, was cold despite the heat of the day, and her claw-sharp fingernails pierced through the fog of hir head with barely a graze against hir cheek.

She cupped Vivec's face and turned it upwards and then those eyes were the world. Hir own blood, the juice of pomegranates, the red of a desert sunset, the violent passion of the worst thing that had ever happened.

Those eyes engulfed hir and in one blazing-head moment of clarity Vivec realised that Mephala was very sad.

"Didn't I teach you how to survive your marriages?"

She asked it, and then she released Vivec, with no answer expected. Vivec blinked-- ze stepped back into the sunlight and it hurt-- but Mephala, too, had stepped forwards, out of her place in the shade, and for the very first time Vivec realised that she was a mortal woman. She was black-hands Mephala with the blazing eyes, ally of Molag Bal; she was a hard-bodied mortal woman with tattooed palms and scars that ran as deep as Vivec's own. She'd seen into hir. And she'd been sad.

The water came back-- Vivec walked on-- and it was only later that ze began to think of it as hir marriage. That violent thing in the desert. And only the netchiman's wife remembered why.

[nattarthetimedragon]

Post Reformation Dark Hunter

Forgotten (ze/hir)

Forgotten is a member of Keetongu's species, hailed from same Island. Ze was Tahtorak tamer for hir people and used hir Rhotuka spinner to trap the rampaging beasts in energy nets. One day a long ago a team of Toa and a small group of archivists from Metru-Nui came to the icy island in search of exotic Rahi for the Onu-Metru Archives, and enlisted the aid of Forgotten to trap a Tahtorak. The hunt went bad and the Tahtorak they were hunting broke out of the energy net due to a blunder of one of inexperienced members of the Toa team, that resulted in the death of the in question Toa and two of the archivists. Wanting to cut there loses but not return empty handed, the Toa team captured Forgotten and brought hir back to the archives. There ze renamed for thousands of years in a stasis tube. Remaining trapped, sleeping with in it through the great cataclysm only to be awoken when the moon crashed in the back of the GSR's head. Ze found hirself in a foreign land filled with screaming Matoran and warriors fighting the remnants of the Rahkshi. Assuming that the Rahkshi were fellow escaping specimens from the archive. Ze armed hirself with a spear from an archive display and joined in the fight against the Toa and Matoran in the archives until running in to Keetongu, who was horrified by the sight of slain Toa and Matoran by the hands of one of his people. Keetongu confronted him with both great happiness to know that he was not truly the last of his kind and great sorrow for this is how they met once again. They stayed for a some time, talking as the battle raged in outer parts of the city to talk.

Keetongu explained the death of the rest of there kind and how he had become a healer for the lost and mutated. Forgotten asked why none of them ever came to look for hir before the death of there species, Keetongu explained that the attack was shortly after his old friend's capture. Explaining that he did not even know that Forgotten was missing and assumed that ze was still out on a hunt when the attack happened. All of this enraged Forgotten, ze had been imprisoned by the Matoran for thousands of years as a dear friend of hir that ze called a brother, healed and aided them in battle, his captors. They too fought through the city, ending only when the Toa Hagah assisted Keetongu subdue his former brother. Forgotten was released from their hold shortly after to wander the new world of Spherus Magna in hopes that its beauty will help hir find peace. It did not. Forgotten would take jobs for Agori and Glatorian to hunt beasts and Toa alike. Hir activity soon caught the eye of the Dark Hunters who offered hir a place within there ranks, which ze gladly accepted finding a new home and family with hir fellow outcasts. Ze especially became close with hir fellow Dark Hunters with a hatred for Toa and Matoran.

Powers: Like any member of hir species, Forgotten can produce any anti-venom or antidote as long as ze is familiar with the relevant toxin which ze often studies the the venom of this world to exspand hirs knowledge. Unlike the rest of hir species, Forgotten has healing powers comparable to a mask of healing. Forgottoen often uses the power to act and a medic for the Dark Hunters when not away on missions. Forgotten possesses tremendous strength, rivaling that of a Makuta. Forgotten is extremely durable as well, able to survive a fall the top of Tall montins.

Forgotten has a built in extra large energy net Rhotuka spinner launcher capable of capturing a Tahtorak for a short time, but for larger more aggressive Tahtorak it may take more then one spinner. The Spear of Pain that Forgotten acquired from the Onu-Metru Archive can temporarily paralyze it's target with pain when the target is hit by a by the spears energy but some targets with a high pain tolerance can push through the pain and keep going. When hit by the spear when through the target and it get embedded in the target. The target will experience pain to there limit of what they can take with out dying from the pain, most lose consciousness. Anyone trying to touch it will experiecne the same level of pain, Forgotten can only do so by channeling hirs healing powers to neutralize the pain from the spear.

Status: Alive

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Neopronouns collection 🔥—

ey/em/eir/eirs/emselves (or any other variation [ey/eym/eyr/eyrs/eymselves], but always plural)

this one/that one/its/that one's/itself (this one/that one/that one’s/that one’s/that oneself is the original set but I altered it lol)

ve/ver/vis/vis/verself

cy/cyr/cyr/cyrs/cyrself (cyr rhymes with deer)

xy/xyr/xyr/xyrs/xyrself (xyr rhymes with deer)

ze/hir/hir/hirs/hirself (hir rhymes with deer)

ze/zyr/zyr/zyrs/zyrself (zyr rhymes with deer)

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— My main one is easily BNHA lol. I have not read the manga or watched the whole anime, I just get most of the lore from fanfics and other people's online posts lmaoo.

— Then next it's TCF (trash of the count's family). Ngl I think this was my first fandom lol. (I haven't read the novel since before the central plains arc though (in part 2). It's been a long time since I've read it.)

And due to me being in this fandom, I obviously got exposed to ORV and Holy Trinity memes and media which means I know some shit (spoilers) at least lmao.

— I read some marvel fics too? Idk it's from the movies not the comics. I'm not really that into the lore anyway.

— There are more but yeah those are kinda the main ones lol

(⌐■_■) (ᓀ ᓀ) (•_•) ? (￢_￢) (눈_눈) (༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

I also take userbox requests:

— if they're of the more obscure gender micro labels [e.g. genderfloy], sexualities [e.g. uranic, neptunic], xenopronouns, etc.

— I also take requests about BNHA headcanons [e.g. "this user headcanons Hatsume Mei as autistic" (I definitely also hc Hatsume (and many others) as ND lol, just trying to decide whether autism, ADHD, or both is better lmao)], favourite characters, your fanfic(s) writing status (whether it be non-existent or halfway done), BNHA OCs, etc.

Maximum number of requests per ask: four (4)

Feel free to be as specific as you want— from the images (yes I accept a maximum of five images per userbox, I'll find a way to cram them all in lmao), patterns and background, colours, to the exact font. I'll try my best to fulfill your request lol.

Keep in mind to be patient because I have a life outside of this. I may take minutes, hours, days, weeks, or maybe even months to complete your request, but it'll definitely be done eventually. 👍

✎𓁹✎𓁹✎𓁹✎𓁹✎𓁹✎𓁹✎

My tags:

#[kal] _______

#[kal] posts → all my text posts (excluding reblogs of others) will be tagged with this

#[kal] userboxes → for userboxes I make

#[kal] dividers → for dividers I make

#[kal] rambles → basically just me rambling lmaoo 💀

#[kal] random shit → basically what it says

#[kal] art shit → for any art I do lol

#[kal] ☠️ → idrk how to say this but,,, emotions idk. a 'holy shit'/'wtf' sentiment ig? or whatever that warrants that kind of feeling bcuz I'm shit at wording shit. also an equivalent of a crying emoji (anyway just know that there's many meanings when I use certain emojis so ☠️)

#lmaooo → I use this a lot apparently, so this has become a tag for me I guess 💀

–Kal

[malicitor-bah]

Actually I kind of adore your packs and we have large amounts of differently formed fragments floating around. I may visit more often.. for now, can I ask for an Aiden Clark introject monster pack without paras? He's a pronoun hoarder, on the asexual spectrum, and a masochist ( non - sexually ) — but we don't know anything else

- 🫐

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🐉Name: Aiden Clark, Aiden, Ace, Rook, Ashen, Cade, Aedric, Kael

🐉Age: 14-15

🐉Gender/Sexuality: Nonbinary, Twink // Aromantic, Aegosexual

🐉Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Thou/Thee/Thyself, Ye/You/Yourself, One/Ones/Oneself, Ey/Em/Emself, Xe/Xem/Xemself, Sie/Hir/Hirself, Ve/Ver/Verself, Ze/Zir/Zirself, Ne/Nem/Nems, Ze/Zer/Zemself, Fae/Faer/Faerself, Per/Pers/Perself, blo/ood, bun/buns, Aiden/Aiden, pup/pups, kit/kits, slither/slithers, ✨/✨s, 🔥/🔥s, 💥/💥s, 📖/📖s, 🐉/🐉s, ☄️/☄️s 🌟/🌟s, ⭐/⭐s, ❣️/❣️s, ❤️/❤️s, 💞/💞s, 💕/💞s, ❤️‍🔥/❤️‍🔥s, 🫀/🫀s, 🔪/🔪s, 🔫/🔫s, 🗡️/🗡️s

🐉Species/Media: Human; School Bus Graveyard

🐉Emojis: 💬💥⭐

🐉Colour: #fff9a6

🐉Role: ADHD Holder, Trauma Holder, Chaosnaut

🐉Behaviour:

Aiden is boisterous, outgoing; talking for the sake of talking regardless of if anyone else is listening. They isn't afraid to call others out.

One doesn't have exceptional interpersonal skills and doesn't always understand boundaries. Ve is known to take needless risks and enjoy thrills.

Zer most likely does the crazy things hir does and uses his cheerful exterior and personality to hide 💥s unfortunate and sad past and vulnerable interior.

🐉Triggers:

Positive= Chaos, Fun, Risky things

Negative= being reminded of his past

🐉CisID: BlackHairCIS, BrownEyesCIS, LeanBuildCIS, SmallCIS, SmileyAestheticCIS, IntrovertCIS, MasochistCIS, ADHD-CIS, ShortSighedCIS

🐉TransID: TransBlondeHair, TransRedEyes, TransHappy, TransJoyful, TransExtrovert, TransConfident

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~💙✨🃏

[idioticalhxlp]

Hey as an author I was wondering if I could request some neopronouns for a character! I wanted some good rep and thought you might help

Name: Nerd

Basics: Stereotypical nerd person

basically I want some kinda default pronouns for representation, but not so default it’s generic. Maybe something like “Xe/Xem”?

-⭐️🎉

𝜗𝜚 HELP WANTED # 009 – Nerdy Person Neos !

xe/xem are basically non-themed neos so I'll give u some non-themed neos, idk if that's what you wanted or not ;^;

ⓘ [] ❥ Pronoun(s)

ve / vir / virs / virs / virself

li / lir / lirs / lirself

ey / eym / eyr / eyrs / eymself

ae / aer / aers / aers / aerself

cy / cyr / cyr / cyrs / cykeself

ae / aem / aer / aers / aemself

xe / hem / hir / hirs / hemself

ze / hir / hir / hirs / hirself

xae / xaer / xaers / xaerself

wy / wym / wyr / wyrself

ve / ven / veen / vens / venself

vae / vaer / vaers / vaerself

shi / zir / zirs / zirself

re / rem / rheir / remself

ny / nym / nys / nys / nymself

ne / nym / nir / nirs / nymself

ze / zir / zirs / zirself

xe / xem / xyr / xyrs / xemself

hy / hym / hys / hys / hymself

dae / daem / daer / daers / daemself

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I'm sorry if nothing helps waaah ;^; /gen

[incrediblysincere]

normally tags like this wouldnt really grab my attention. but this person's blog is dedicated to how

a) "binary" trans people are a separate and distinct class of trans person from nonbinary people who

b) have some kind of privilege that they hold and abuse over these nonbinary people

which is an Insane thing to believe. trans women do not meaningfully hold any power over nonbinary people, and also the whole concept of "binary trans people" imo is stupid, reductive, ans doesn't actually reflect how trans people are treated in society by cis people

Anyway i dont know what "binarysashing" is supposed to mean and while SBB is based on Leslie's experiences, Leslie and Jess, the fictional character, are not the same people;

Jess's identity and journey in the book are specifically NOT labeled as nonbinary or transmasc; only that they are stone butch, and whatever gender they are (as they identify differently at different times) doesn't change that;

Leslie identified hirself as transgender/transsexual more often than as nonbinary, especially considering the latter is a relatively recent term, and;

While the pronouns I used in the post were ze/hir, Leslie didn't care all too much about which pronouns were used for hir, didn't mind she/her, and cared more about the context in which they were used

All in all trying to use my post which I made solely to let people know they could read SBB for free if they didnt already know, as a way to push your weird bugbear with other trans people, driving a wedge in the community as if cis people aren't the ones holding real power, is a uh. dick move and actually the first thing that's really pissed me off on that post since the person who claimed jess is textually a rapist.

[gendercensus]

[ Masterpost ]

[androgynealienfemme]

"On a rare occasion, though, very rare indeed, I meet someone like hir, someone who feels to me like I feel most days: tired, overworked, overstimulated, under-appreciated, and still delighted with hir life and everyone in it, even the problems and the stresses. Someone who recognizes, as I do, that responsibility comes with work, that it comes with inconvenience, and who still is quietly delighted to serve those things about which ze care, even when the individual actions are difficult or unpleasant or merely inconvenient. Who appreciates that being responsible for things is a good and precious thing, that it's what makes us the people we are, that those offices of trust are what separates us. Someone who appears shameless to the world because the shame voices in hir head are so accomplished that other people's attempts to just seem crappy and amateur, like calling the fat kid Fatso, so easily ignored. Someone whose good nature has been taken advantage of for so long that ze is scared all the time, and yet is such an optimist that ze saddles up and keeps trying anyway. This is the guy-type-thing who is not just willing but pleased to give me a break from being the Big Dog for a little while. Ze is strong enough to hold everything I carry around with me for a few minutes so that I can put it down, and I can do the same for hir; when I do, ze is just as amazed as I sometimes am not to have to do all the work, for once.

We can't help but try to soothe each other, when we meet. It takes all kinds of forms, simple and so complex, but this one I'm talking about is the naked kind. It's such a reassuringly tangible thing, to keep the watch while someone who is constantly keeping tight control over hirself and everything around hir just lets go. We do it in a lot of other ways, try to ease each other, try to hold it all, but most of them are the talky ways that our butch hearts sometimes distrust, can't quite see as being real help; only a few are so stark against the weave of our experiences that they feel undeniably readable, incontrovertibly present and accounted for."

"Laying Down with a Butch” Butch is a Noun essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)

[eclipseoftheapocalypse]

Introduction

This is a roleplay blog for Eclipse in @sir-qwillian-ferne 's apocalypse AU.

Rules

This blog welcomes self insert, OC, crossover, multi fandom, and other au interactions.

If you don't support LGBTQIA+, leave. Just go. Xeno and neopronouns are here. Apocalypse Eclipse is pan and non-binary. If you can't respect that, leave.

Romantic interactions are allowed, but please SPECIFY romantic intent! Unless previously stated I assume all interactions are purely platonic.

Sexual content is prohibited. Jokes are okay but nothing more than that.

This blog contains heavy themes so please read at your own risk (content warnings will be provided).

Send as many interactions as you'd like in however short of a time frame you want, just please don't repeat the SAME one more then thrice

That's all! Have fun!

Eclipse Character Info

Eclipse is an adult robot of unspecified age. They live inside the ruins of what was once a human settlement with xir pet snake. Ze cannot leave the boundaries of the ruins, and is quite frankly incredibly lonely. Com is typically bundled up with a large cloak, covering most of their body up to halfway up deir face. It has split hair - the left half is yellow and curly, the right dark blue and straight, both fairly long.

Pronouns

Eclipse is comfortable with many different pronouns. Do not feel like you need to use them all - it's a lot - but please try to stick with these options

Likely more familiar pronouns: they/them/their/theirs/theirself, it/it/its/its/itself

Neopronouns: Xe/xem/xir/xir/xirself, ze/hir/hir/hirs/hirself, dey/dem/deir/deirs/deirself

Xenopronouns: Com/comet/comets/comets/cometself, co/con/cons/const/constellself, fla/flare/flares/flares/flareself, star/stars/starself

World info

The world this is set in takes place after nuclear war, with human settlements few and far between. Worse, there are monstrous robots infected with a virus that causes them to hunt down and kill anything that moves.

Older robot models appear to not be favored by the virus.

Content warnings

This blog may contain discussions of the following:

Sharp objects

Guns

Gore

Robot body horror

Death

Murder

Child death/murder

Self-hatred

Self-harm

Suicidal ideation

Please stay safe.

[help-an-alter]

hello

I believe i might be a fragment in need of help

I dont really have a solid name, but i have been considering something like Guest_File.txt

Themes are melancholy, rain, weirdcore and nostalgia

hey! _File.txt or just .txt can be added to any of these if that’s the vibe you’d like to stay with! i hope this helps!

names : storm, synth, celeste, mika, almond, exa, digit, neo, dial, radio, tick, gale, levin(a), styrmir, tempest, euria, kisa, moe, breeze, caelus, dalphon, cloud, chip, dell, cisco, caelum, boo, casper, caesar

pronouns : stat/static/staticself, glitch/glitches/glitchself, jpeg/jpegs/jpegself, rat/rats/ratself, crypt/cryptic/crypticself, web/webs/webself, wei/weird/weirdself, amb/bient/ambientself, melan/cholic/melancholicself, stra/ange/strangeself, ne/neon/neonself, joy/joys/joystick(self), ze/hir/hirself

comfort : old video games, playing with emulators, older movies, retro fashion, grandpa sweaters, rain sounds, old cartoons

[bitchwhoreofastorm]

The night wore on far longer than it ought to have; by the time they managed to peel away from the fracas they were exhausted. Vivec had absconded far earlier in the night, leaving Almalexia and Sotha Sil to carry on a stupid argument that, despite their mutual weariness, they proved equally unable to let go of. Their bickering continued even as they crept away from the fireside, even as they slipped into Almalexia's tent, voices low so as not to wake the soldiers encamped around them.

"I'm just saying," Almalexia murmured as they climbed into her tent, "If the Dwemer want propaganda, the Dwemer ought to pay for that propaganda."

"The Dwemer don't want propaganda," Sotha Sil replied, in a sleepy, unenthused way. "That's the problem. If this alliance is to succeed…"

"Shh."

The two paused at the threshold. Almalexia's tent seemed small and cluttered, not for its small size but for the fact she had designated about half of its floorspace to a stack of furs, silk sheets and woolen rugs that served as her decadent camping-bed. In the middle of that bed, stretched out, cuddling one of her pillows, was the dead-still and fast-asleep body of Vivec.

Ze was barely visible in the dimness of the tent, the only light coming from the doorway. Still, the two of them paused and looked upon hir in sleepy silence, somehow mutually unsurprised to find that Vivec had chosen this as hir hiding-spot for the night.

"… There are prejudices against the Dwemer that need to be overcome," Sotha Sil finally continued, voice hushed so as not to wake Vivec. "Hence the need for propaganda."

Almalexia was too weary to even roll her eyes. She started peeling off her day-clothes, leaving her robe and the travel-clothes beneath it in a pile on the floor.

"If the Chimer only knew what marvels the Dwemer…" Sotha Sil was continuing, obstinately unaware that Almalexia had ceased to listen to him. She collected her sleeping-gown from a different pile on the floor, donned it, and then, quite naturally, threw herself into the bedding beside Vivec.

Vivec was so deeply asleep that ze did not notice hir new company, but when Almalexia gently wrested the pillow from hir grasp, ze stirred; ze only moved forwards, flung an arm around Almalexia, and proceeded to tangle hirself up in her, face pressed into her breast, one leg stretched over both of hers. Having latched onto her like some sort of insect, ze settled immediately, a faint snoring now filling the tent, muffled in the skin of Almalexia's neck. Almalexia quite naturally arranged the pillow beneath them both, then embraced Vivec in turn and settled into her nest of bedding.

"… You aren't listening to me," Sotha Sil protested in a whisper.

Almalexia didn't reply; she kept her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

A long moment of silence. Then Sotha Sil, too, stripped off his outer layers, and crept over to the bedding. He lay down behind Almalexia, fit his torso against her back, and stretched an arm across the two bodies before him, finding Vivec's shoulder and then burying a hand in hir hair. He pressed his own face into the back of Almalexia's neck, tucked his thighs under her rump, released a content sigh, and fell still.

It was the first time the three of them had ever done this; it felt as natural as if they'd been doing it all their lives. Nestled between two other bodies, surrounded by a cage of limbs on all sides, Almalexia, typically an insomniac, found herself dozing immediately, and that surprised her. She couldn't help but marvel at this as she drifted off, and then a thought came to her mind: I am safe. This is the first time in my life I have felt safe.

She reached up, found the hand Sotha Sil had extended with her own, entwined her fingers with his in the nest of Vivec's hair, and fell into a dreamless sleep.