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🏳️🌈75 Question Pride Month Ask Game🏳️⚧️
Happy Pride Month! Celebrate by delving into your OC’s relationship with their queer identity—everything from sexual and romantic orientation, to gender, to intersexuality. And on that last point, I want to give a big shout-out and thank you to the intersex writers who gave me advice on how to structure the intersexuality portion of this game! Remember to send an ask to the person you reblog it from to make sure everyone gets to play!
🌈General✨
Is “queerness” accepted or rejected in their society? Is it a concept at all?
Are queer people expected to “come out” in their society? If so, when did your OC come out? If they haven’t, why not?
Have they come out about one aspect of their identity, but not another? Why?
When did they realize they were queer? Did they discover everything at once, or one identity at a time?
What did they do to explore their queerness? Have they tried to explore it at all?
Were they supported and encouraged to explore their identity?
Are many of their family members queer?
Are many of their friends queer?
Did it take them a long time to figure out which labels they prefer? Are they still searching for the right fit?
Have they experienced marginalization for their queerness?
Do they exist in a supportive community of other queer people?
Do they consider queerness to be a big part of their identity, or as banal has having red hair?
Do they try to hide their queerness on purpose? Why?
Are they as loud and proud about their queerness as possible? Why?
What do they love most about being queer?
❤️Romantic Orientation🩷
What’s their romantic orientation? Do they use multiple labels for it?
Do they enjoy dating or prefer being single?
Are they in a committed relationship right now? Queer-platonic or romantic? Both?
If they’re single, have they ever been in a romantic or queer-platonic relationship?
How would they personally define “love”?
How would they personally define “romance”?
Are they loveless? [for an aromantic perspective on lovelessness check out this essay]
Are they polyamorous? Do they consider it an orientation or a preference?
If they’re alloromantic, have they ever explored aromanticism? How did it go?
Do they enjoy reading, watching, or otherwise engaging with art about romance?
How has their romantic orientation shaped their interactions with peers and family?
Does their society conflate sex and romance? How has this impacted them?
Does their society enforce amatonormativity? How does this impact them?
What do they love the most about their romantic orientation?
How does their romantic orientation interact with their other identities?
🏳️🌈Sexual Orientation❤️🔥
What’s their sexual orientation? Do they use multiple labels for it?
What is their society’s view on sex and sexuality?
What is their personal view of sex and sexuality?
What do they personally think about sex?
How important do they consider sex in their life and in their relationships?
What kinds of people do they find especially attractive? What’s their “type”?
Would they ever consider a sexual relationship with someone they aren’t attracted to? Under which circumstances?
If they’re straight, have they ever explored a different sexuality? How did it go?
Is their society open about sex, or incredibly puritan? How has this impacted them?
Does their society enforce heterosexuality as “correct” or “normal” with all other sexualities being deviant? How has this impacted them?
Is their sexuality seen as especially perverse or inherently sexual? How does that impact them?
Is their sexuality infantilized or seen as “too pure for sex”? How does that impact them?
Are they sex-repulsed, sex-neutral, sex-favorable? At all times, or does it fluctuate?
What do they love most about their sexual orientation?
How does their sexual orientation interact with their other identities?
🏳️⚧️Gender Identity⚧️
What’s their gender identity? Do they use multiple labels for it?
What pronouns do they use? Have they tried out a ton before settling on these? Are they still trying things on?
How would they personally define “gender”?
How do they prefer to present?
Do they care about their gender identity “matching” their presentation in the way their society expects? Why or why not?
If they’re trans, do they plan on medically transitioning? In which ways? If not, why not?
If they’re trans, do they plan on socially transitioning? In which ways? If not, why not?
If they’re cis, have they ever explored the idea of transness? How did it go?
If they’ve detransitioned, what made them choose to stop? Are they more content in their gender now, or still deciding what’s right?
Does their society conflate sex and gender? How has this impacted them?
Does their society impose a gender binary? How has this impacted them?
Does their society impose gender roles on people? How has this impacted them?
How is transness viewed in their society?
What do they love most about their gender identity?
How does their gender identity interact with their other identities?
💛Intersexuality💜
For more information about intersex variations, check out the InterACT Intersex Variations Glossary
How do they feel about being intersex, if any way at all?
How would they personally describe or define what “being intersex” means?
How long have they known about their intersexuality?
How was their childhood impacted by their intersexuality, if at all?
How was their adolescence impacted by their intersexuality, if at all?
How has their adult life been impacted by their intersexuality, if at all?
How has being intersex shaped their interactions with friends? Family? Intimate relationships?
How often do they talk about their intersexuality?
Does their society conflate sex and gender? How has this impacted them?
Does their society enforce sex binary? How has this impacted them?
Does their society impose gender roles on people? How has this impacted them?
How does their society view intersex people in general?
Is there anything else about their culture that makes being intersex easier? More difficult?
What do they love most about their intersexuality?
How does their intersexuality interact with their other identities?
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It is November of 1893. You have just killed a vampire. Exhausted and worn, you close your eyes and rest.
You wake up. It is May of 1893. You are on a train en route to Transylvania. Your diary says you have had queer dreams lately.
You try to believe it.
(An old woman puts a rosary in your hands. You accept it without question.)
You are a guest in a castle you have never been in before (you recognize every hallway and know without trying that every door is locked). Your host is a man you have never met before (you killed him you killed him you killed him he had turned to dust and there was blood on the snow).
One morning you cut yourself while shaving.
There is nobody behind you in the pocket mirror’s reflection.
You turn fast, and the razor is like a Kukri knife in your hand.
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time for the rentalcar cover reveal!
artwork is by the extremely talented @antiquedeuce who did a phenomenal job, I couldn't be happier with the results :3
I'm very excited to share this silly little ginormous book with you all soon! in the meantime there's my website and mailing list so you can stay up to date with what's happening re: renting cars <3
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Hi, reader. Remember that children book series you adored? Here’s how old the characters would be now.
Percy Jackson - turning 31 this August (The Lightening Thief was published in 2005. Percy was twelve.)
Amy and Dan Cahill - 30 and 27 (The 39 Clues wiki page puts Amy as born in 1994 and Dan in 1997.)
Sabrina and Daphne Grimm - 30 and 26 (The Fairytale Dectectives was published in 2005. Sabrina was 11. Daphne was 7. Some disagreement on the fandom wiki for their birth years compared to publication date.)
Artemis Fowl - 38 (The first book was published in 2001. Artemis was 12.)
And the real kicker?
Junie B. Jones would be 37. (The first book was published in 1992. She was 5 in the series.)
I hope you all feel as old as I do.
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I appreciate their perfect little snoots, and all the work they do as valuable pollinators, and also how they are very stupid and keep flying into my face at high velocities when I'm outside at twilight <3 no brain cells between them

image description: a photo of a fuzzy dark brown bat in profile on a black background with yellow text in the lower left corner that is the copyright for the photographer of this photo image source: Merlin D. Tuttle
Evening Bat (Nycticeius humeralis) This species of bat is never encountered in caves, prefering hollows in trees (such as those made by woodpeckers, perhaps?) or under pieces of loose bark. Little is known about their exact migration habits (though searches of local caves have indicated that they don't hibernate there), they seem to just disappear from their summer roosts to reappear in their winter roosts (and they are believed to remain active throughout the winter at their winter roosts).
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i don’t give a fuck if i “sound like chatgpt,” you will pry—my em dash—from my cold—dead—hands—fuck you fuck you fuck you
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people who write on their phones (word mobile, gdocs app, scrivener mobile, notesapp, etc) how does it feel to be taunting god every single day
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Gender is a performance and it’s time to play the music it’s time to light the lights it’s time to meet the muppets on the muppets show tonight
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Bats getting glamour shots
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“Choice? You don’t get a choice. When I want something, I take it.”
CHARACTER INTRO: PRIDE & JUSTICE Name: Lust Pronouns: it/its Being: Demon Stock photos from Unsplash and Pexels
Background:
There was once an angel in the halls of Heaven, a beautiful porcelain doll. The winged doll was Temperance, guardian of self-restraint and moderation, never taking or expecting more than necessary. As one of God’s loyal followers, the Angel of Temperance never strayed from His path, despite the many times it wondered what lay beyond His teachings. It watched quietly from Heaven as the humans below on the Earth acted in extremes and indulgences. Precious few of them were as disciplined as the angelic doll, often taking more than they could possibly need, all for the sake of their wants. The other angels spoke of human folly, their foolish actions and sins. Temperance disagreed, but kept its restraint.
The longer it watched the humans do and take whatever they pleased, the greater its resentment towards its position grew. Why should Temperance be made to accept scraps with grace? Why should a servant of God be barred from doing whatever it wished? Why should such lowly creatures be given the freedom that God Himself enjoyed—when all His angels were collared by rules and leashed by threats of punishment?
It wasn’t long before the porcelain cracked.
When Temperance’s wings were shattered off its body and its halo broken to create the horns that split its face down the middle of each eye, it was pushed off the edge of Heaven and into Hell. A hurtling ball of fire, the trail of smoke coming off its body burned a thorny tail into its back. There, the fragile porcelain of its body boiled and melted until it became hard and flexible plastic. From the bubbling pits, a new doll emerged, with articulated limbs and naked with want. Its name was Lust, and it had no more cause for restraint, control, or moderation.
And still, after all that, it still found itself waiting around for the whims of others.
Limply draped across an awkward arrangement of cracked stone, Lust waited. The screams of the damned and screeches of demons battling serenaded it in the distance. Black smoke from the pits of endlessly raging fire choked what could be called “air”, the ground itself more akin to hot coals than any kind of rock. Once, it was horrified to call this new place its home, and escaped to Earth as often as it could. Now, it was just bored. Hell was neither charming nor interesting nor despicable. Lust didn’t want it, so it meant nothing at all.
The one thing it did want was sure taking its sweet time getting back. It twitched its articulated fingers to drum arrhythmically on the rock beneath it. Everything was boring. Everything took too long. Lust paid well for this arrangement and expected it to be taken care of quickly.
Then, finally, a swarm of insects buzzed near. Dozens, maybe hundreds of them, nearly as dense as the thick clouds of smoke, all moving in perfect formation. Lust jerked upright, creaking slightly.
“Took you long enough,” it said.
The bugs clumped together into a tall silhouette, and in a flash, a demon appeared in their place—Envy. Unfortunately.
“Well, I’m so fucking sorry for doing you a favor,” she snapped, clicking her tongue in an exceptionally annoying way.
“It’s not a favor. You signed a contract.”
“Ugh, whatever.” She sat into her hip, checking her perfect nails. “Oh, speaking of that contract, I don’t really want to meet up with Greed anymore, so you can call that part off. I mean, he won’t even text me back, even though I know he’s reading them, so what the fuck ever, right? But I hate to owe you another one, so actually do keep that part in, and tell him—”
“My information, Envy,” Lust interrupted, very close to snapping her neck. “Did you find him?”
Envy rolled her eyes, tossing her effortless blonde curls. “I didn’t see him, but those rumors weren’t entirely bullshit. He was in Heaven, he escaped, he’s on Earth now.”
Lust sank back into its seat. “Interesting.”
“That’s not even the best part.” She smirked, but bitterness clouded her eyes. “I hear he took an angel with him.”
“What?”
“That’s just what I heard! Apparently, some of the higher-ups are freaking out about it.” She clicked her tongue again, planting her fists on her hips. “Not that it even fucking matters, right? What kind of idiot would get Heaven on his ass by snatching an angel? Like, that’s not even a big deal. Who cares?”
Tired of listening, Lust twitched its hand at the wrist. “I’ll consider our terms met, you can go.”
She wasn’t listening. “I mean, I could totally catch an angel if I wanted to. It’s not even that hard. Ugh, I bet he thinks he’s better than all of us now, just because—”
“Goodbye, Envy. Leave.”
Envy snapped her mouth shut. With a haughty little hmph! she turned on her heel and burst into a swarm of insects again. Only when the buzzing faded to silence did Lust truly relax… and start to think.
When Pride screamed that he was “really leaving” this time, Lust could have laughed in his face. How many times had he declared something was the last straw before crawling back in spite of it? Lust never took him seriously—about this, or anything at all—but he’d been missing longer than ever. And that’s when it started to get annoyed.
Rumors floated down from the pearly white clouds that he’d been thrown in one of Heaven’s cells. It served him right, thinking his ego was a big enough shield to get him through the gates unscathed. But now this? He was on Earth now—he hated Earth. And with an angel? That was uncalled for.
Lust tapped on the stone again, thorned tail flicking. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
No matter how much he tried to deny it, Pride was a pitiful demon. He tried with all his might to pretend he was independent and special, he turned up his nose at anything he deemed beneath him. But Lust knew the truth—his armor cracked under the slightest pressure. He turned into a sniveling wimp when given the promise of someone’s undivided attention. Lust’s body was literally built for that, and it was hilariously easy to catch him out.
And they both got used to it. Lust was always ready when he needed to feel better about himself for a few minutes, and it was more than a rush to know he would always come back. It didn’t like Pride, not by a long shot, but he was so… malleable. He gave Lust what it wanted without even knowing he was doing it. Showing up, fucking out his feelings, yelling at each other, leaving, coming back, the endless cycle again and again—it was effortless for Lust to set him up. Like a wind-up doll himself, Pride could be twisted up and set loose, always slowing to a stop when he needed another kick.
But he hadn’t this time. Lust sat around waiting for him to come to his senses, realize how stupid he was being, but no. It seemed he’d rather be up where the humans were than where he really belonged.
Lust wasn’t an idiot. It knew Pride hated him, but they both knew he came back so often because he was too broken to find someone else to put up with him. And Lust knew it wouldn’t find a better wind-up doll than him. They were both too cracked to be glued back together. Two awkward, broken pieces of a puzzle that didn’t need them anymore. Pride wouldn’t be able to escape that, no matter how far he ran.
Plastic body creaking to life, Lust lurched off its stone seat. Things were boring without Pride here to toy with. It was antsy, angry, desperate for something to spend its time doing, but nothing was enough. Lust wanted things to be back to how they should be, whether Pride liked it or not. it shuffled along the hot coals, seething that he thought he could just leave and get away with it.
Honestly, Pride was too pathetic to be on his own. He’d never last on Earth, not even with his angelic shield. And if he thought he had a chance, well…
Lust would remind him who he belonged to.
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Hey Hephaestus thanks for coming. So what I want you to do is just take this axe and swing it right at my head. Yeah try to hit right here; that’s where it hurts most. No I’m totally serious. Yeah swing it right at me. Ok well can you not smile like that, that actually looks so creepy.
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my only crimes were loving too much and confusing love with violence and so also extreme violence too i guess also i stole a few things too
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vampire who’s married to an archaeologist voice: my love, stop trying to carbon date me
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Hey. Hey, guys. Hey.
Did you know I have a website?
Did you know it's right here?
fullmoonfiction.com
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