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[strawberry-barista]

⚅— @pluviacuratio asked: —⚅ ⚅— "Hi. How are you feeling?" —⚅

You Were Unconscious Memes

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Hanekoma's vision came into focus, and he sat up with a measure of confusion washing over him. It was definitely unpleasant...

He could feel the bite of concrete under his hands, and his body ached. Not the usual ache that came with his lungs trying to boot up again, but the ache of a hard surface against his back and head for an extended period of time. A familiar ache that made him feel sick in the deepest pit of his stomach. He wasn't even registering that he'd been spoken to, perplexed and a little upset that he had woken up like this. How had he even fallen asleep?

It was when he was pondering if anyone had caught him sleeping and appearing dead that he finally realized that there was, in fact, someone beside him, and that was when his brain finally caught up to understand what she'd said to him. She sounded like she'd been there a while. So she'd found him... Likely not conscious...

"I'm fine," he said, though he knew know he'd taken so long to say it that it registered that he clearly wasn't fine. And maybe he wasn't. He still didn't know why he wasn't awake to begin with. "Sorry, boss. Did I scare ya?"

[beautifulsavagegarden]

@symphonyofmalice sent a confession of devotion.

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

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It hadn't been Armand's initial plan when he had risen that evening to take the heavier hand with Nicolas but, as ever, Armand did what need to be done. Eleni had quicky informed him of Nicolas' fracturing mental state, his restlessness and the need for more work to be generated for the theatre. Nicolas was the best that they had for this sort of thing. Armand had been artistic once but, like much in his existence, it was in his past only. He could not have composed the way that Nicolas did, not even in his vampire dreams.

"It's a rather flattering look on you." Armand continued, reaching out to trail his finger against the ropes binding Nicolas to the chair.

I could find another use for these ropes if you would like.

[secondflame]

plotted starter ft. @myrkt

Clive steps over the rubble and shattered pieces of ice scattered around the battlefield. The remnants of a clash between Shiva and Titan. Both of them on a side of a pointless political conflict Clive has long since stopped caring about. World politics are none of his concern anymore.

It was the concentrated tangle of their aether had drawn Clive here. The fight itself a somewhat interesting spectacle to watch for a time, but in the end his hunger had won out and caused him to step in, his own Eikon's powers bristling and coiling scorchingly hot in anticipation of the amount of aether he'd be able to absorb when his opponent fell.

Ifrit, ever the constant presence in the back of his mind roared and hissed, causing him to throw himself at the biggest threat, which in this case had been Titan. It had been a fierce fight, one he would feel the repercussions of for days at least.

But now Titan's Dominant lies broken at the bottom of a massive ravine created by the clash between him and Shiva, the life quickly draining from him after Ifrit caught him off guard and forced him down. Quickly now, he thinks, otherwise the other Dominant would die before Clive has a chance to take his powers, to gorge his magic.

Still semi-primed from the fight, Clive shoves his sword back into its holster, the pace of his feet quickening as he feels Titan's essence flicker. He doesn't stop when he finds him, grabs him by the throat and forces him to sit up against a wall. Clive's teeth bare in a snarl as he reaches for the other's aether and pulls, dragging it out of this other mortal's body.

In turn it slams into him full force, causing him to gasp as the last bit of life drains from Hugo Kupka's body, but Titan's might isn't lost. He'd not make the same mistake twice. He'd failed to take in the Phoenix' power when he had the chance, but this time he is ready. He still doesn't expect the excruciating pain with which the aether forces itself into his form. His body convulses, but soon enough the pain is replaced by relief, by exctasy when the constant hunger fades to something bearable for the first time in over a decade.

He casts the corpse aside and straightens himself up, his eyes glowing in an eikonic gold as he tilts his head towards the sky, the priming fades. His eyes flutter shut as he relishes the feeling of a new Eikon's might tangling with Ifrit's own.

It's a pity Shiva is nowhere to be found, her presence faded to a point where he cannot pinpoint it anymore. But then again Shiva in comparison to Titan had barely been a ripple in the threads of aether around these parts. Her powers not yet fully realized, as if she for some unfathomable reason is holding herself back from her true potential.

No matter how much it irritates him he'll have to wait for her to unleash her full potential first before going after her. Exactly how he knows this he isn't certain, but whatever it is that compels him to seek out other Dominants also tells him when their powers are greatest, when their might would satiate him longest.

But Shiva's aether isn't the one that captures his attention now, instead it is the encroaching darkness of another. Looming and powerful beyond anything he has felt before. Clive licks his lips. He can basically taste Odin's might in the air around them, and even though he has never met the dark king before, he knows without doubt that the man he sees before him as he turns his head is Barnabas Tharmr, the origin of the dizzying presence that bears promise of even more aether than what Titan provided him with.

It has the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His body readies for another fight even though he gets the distinct feeling that he couldn't possibly win. Not yet anyway.

"Enjoyed yourself?" He asks across the distance, for there is no doubt the king has been watching.

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[werewolf-transgenderism]

keep seeing undergrads on social media saying “oh if a prof has a strict no-AI academic integrity policy that’s a red flag for me because that means they don’t know how to design assignments” like sorry girl but that just sounds like you’ve got a case of sour grapes about not being allowed to cheat with the plagiarism machine that doesn’t know how to evaluate sources and kills the environment! I have a strict no-AI policy because if you use AI to write your essays for a writing course it’s literally plagiarism because you didn’t write it and you’re not learning any of the things the course teaches if you just plug a prompt into the plagiarism generator that kills the environment, hope this helps!

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[emberglowfox]

Keeper -- a short comic about an angel meeting a robotic lighthouse keeper that doesn't know the world has already ended. Made in about 18 hours for a 24-hour 24-page* black and white comic challenge (that I arrived late to, ha.)

*the actual submission does not include the cover, which was created after the fact for this post.

This was a really great learning experience as someone who's... never really made a completed comic. I ended up really attached to the story by the end of the project (possibly due to all-nighter deliriousness lol) and ultimately am very proud of what I made.There are some things I'd still like to change, particularly text placement, but in keeping with the spirit of the challenge I've elected to leave it as is.

[dragetunge]

@stardustedstories gets a starter [Atreus]

[❇]—;

New recruits always meant one thing. More work. Einherjar always made his job just a bit more difficult. Leaving broken weapons off of his counter rather than on them. Causing the rather smaller smith to trip when his prosthetic caught onto them. Sighing heavily he looked at the weapons left and picked up the heavier ones. Placing on the to be done pile as he looked through opening for the day. Smaller weapons followed next to them. There were plenty of other weapons for training days but he knew Hrist and Mist would rather they be in working order for them to be more efficient with their training.

Hard to believe it used to be his dads job once.

Pulling crates from under the work bench he cursed under his breath. His stores of ore were running low again which meant having to go get to go outside of the wall again. Kicking the box back under the stores he dusts his hands off. Pulling off of his apron before hanging it up. His head popping out from one of the benches as he looks towards the roof where his other half popped his head back over to look down at him. "Come on bud looks like we gotta go more ore today." The dragon happily bounced happily on the roof shaking many of the hanging features as Hiccup disappeared further into the smithy. Fetching the tail fin needed to go out.

The dragons excited croons alerted him as they changed to that of someone approaching the counters. "Sorry we're closed today! Just leave what you need to be done on the counter I'll get to it!" Raising his voice the smith still hadn't emerged as the sounds of items being rearranged were heard from within. Appearing as something fell as he waved it off. With tail fin in hand the other stopped looking surprised. "Oh it's you. Our new celebrity." He teased.

[greelin]

this is so real and never leaves me

[erabu-san]

I enjoyed every second of this quest

[This art has platonic intention. Thank you for not tag ship!]

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[triona-tribblescore]

I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨ drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu

[inafallsaway]

Drawing time!