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may we live to see the day where the first photo results of your intersex variation aren't graphic photos of igm

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Reblog to give a trans person a fresh and perfectly ripe mango wait huh

It's the wikipedia image??? How big could it be

What

Huh???

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Want to catch up with people's posts both here and on bsky but i think i'll have to save that for next week when i'm not waking up at shit o'clock most days for my current work (which ends this friday at least yippeeee yayyyyy and then it's time to recover from. the Everything)

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Monster

In the bowels of Everkeep, the dead beast stirs.

Among corpses it wakes: the bodies of creatures harvested for their souls - souls meant for the Arcadion far above, fiercely potent in their power.

They didn't think to claim the dead beast's soul.

Souls.

What wakes it?

Why does it-

Who is-

Up. Up! Away from here. Danger here.

Shapes resolve around it as the beast staggers awkwardly onto six deceptively spindly legs. Bodies surround it, and beneath the stench of decay the air smells like burning electrope: an incinerator sizzles nearby, rendering dead flesh into useful aetheric compounds. If they'd had any sense, the automated workers ferrying the bodies to their disposal would have seen to the beast's corpse first, the better to be rid of all the questions its existence might raise.

Danger. Get out!

It moves faster than a creature its size has any right to, stepping over the empty husks at its feet. Up. Climb. Get out. Get away. It understands little, but it understands fear. Fear will keep it alive when all else fails.

Alive?

But wasn't I-

It sprouts vines: thick and powerful, strong enough to lash it to a wall, sturdy enough to climb. Up! It moves without deliberating, climbing the wall to the ceiling above, into the thick beams overhead. They creak under the beast's weight, but don't collapse. It hunkers there, its one red eye searching its surroundings, breath coming in sharp bursts.

Now what. Now what. Where do I...

Smaller.

Hide.

Its body changes. Familiar, but not. Hyune, some voice at her - her? yes. - core supplies, the name of the creature she becomes. Strong limbs, slim build. Small enough to pass through Everkeep's cracks. She inches along the support beam, seeking a way out. Hunger gnaws at her stomach; she should have eaten one of the creatures below. Too late now. Not the right shape for it.

There! A ladder to a hatch above. Maintenance access, the voice supplies. Hers? Not hers.

The beast climbs again, her hands tight on the old metal. Metal, not even electrope; how old must this place be? The lock on the hatch above is rusted; it breaks when she strikes it. She climbs through the hatch, into darkness.

Her eyes adjust; her senses - not quite human - sharpen. Smells like dust, old dust.

Keep moving. Not safe here.

Up and up and up.

She emerges at last into violet light, and a city stretching high overhead. Solution Nine, says the helpful voice in her head. Home. Home? Home...

Hazy thoughts flicker through her mind, slipping past too quickly to capture, leaving only a sense of anxiety in their wake. What now? What now? Where could she-

"Are you alright, miss?"

She jumps away, bracing for a fight. But it's only a man - Eldite. - standing nearby, watching her. Concerned. Worried. Threatened? Is she threatened?

She pauses. Licks her dry lips. Voice. Her voice. She has one. "Yesthankyou." The words emerge slurred, awkward.

He blinks. "Ah... if you say so. Did you misplace your regulator?"

Her hand lifts to the side of her head, though she isn't sure what he means. Some part of her does. Some part of her remembers.

What a very strange thing.

"No."

He smiles, a little uncertainly. "If... if you say so. Take care, then." He walks away, hurrying. She can smell his fear. Something about her is unnatural.

It lifts her spirits, a bit.

Now what...

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Title: To Warm the Blood Rating: Mature Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters: Sadu Dotharl/Cirina Mol Warnings: Spoilers for Endwalker through Garlemald. Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Cultural Assimilation

Set during Endwalker, pre-Tower of Babil, spoilers through Garlemald. Sadu/Cirina established relationship.

Eorzeans were not Steppe people. They had not the sense. They followed different customs, strutting about as if they followed a standard of nobility above all others, innocent of the same acts they accused their enemies of. But Sadu watched regardless, holding her tongue as she observed their speeches, and marked well the grain of the khagan's allies.

So it was Broken Glass now, in the Eorzean way, and Sadu kept her thoughts to herself.

And to one other.

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reblog game put in the tags how you found prev

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Its pride month

You know what that means >:)

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FORLORN WIGANER: ah... another lost soul, seeking the strength of gravy? I'm afraid you're too late, friend. Pea Wet is all that's left...

'Good as gravy'... a sick joke, it is... [CREEPY LAUGH]

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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

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NEVER GIVE UP

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in wigan, it's as good as gone

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Wolves trekking through mud

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LET THE CROSS STITCH HIT THE FLOOR

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FFXIV Rarepair Week 2025

Hello folks! This past week was Rarepair Week on Bluesky and for your reading pleasure I've compiled my entries into this index which you are more than welcome to browse if any of them strike your interest. Happy Pride! 💞

All Under Heaven ~2.2k Words | General | M/M | WoL/Hien CW: None

Naught Coin Can Buy ~2.5k Words | General | M/M | Lolorito/Papashan CW: Heavensward Spoilers

What Maketh The Man ~1.5k Words | Mature | M/M | WoL/Kazagg Chah CW: Teratophilia

Like Mist In Morning ~1k Words | General | F/F | Yugiri/Kurenai CW: Stormblood Spoilers

Screw Your Courage ~2.1k Words | Teen | M/M | WoL/Jacke CW: Thieves' Cant

The Dialectical Method ~3.2k Words | Explicit | M/M | Thancred/G'raha CW: NSFW, Oral Sex, Light BDSM

Feeding Fire ~2k Words | General | M/M | WoL/Oboro CW: None

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I witnessed greatness, I kicked its teeth in.