#I needed this out of my system

[rogozaurus]

No thoughts, just hoffstrahm ⚰️⚰️⚰️

[vladimirka]

some historical dkbk based on that one scene from fingersmith

[gremio0]

what are friends for if not to smash ocs together and play dolls with them. I am apparently not immune to vampire x vampire hunter yuri

[diesvitae]

Elven ears are to be bitten!

Elgarook time feat. Elgar'nan and Nadir

[foxyfexyll]

bro is too ok with being toyas lil guinea pig

txt ver (420 words, lets go) and translation notes under cut

~~txt/fic version~~

”Can’t hide more than this, sorry,” Akito said to Toya, “Though, I don’t know why I’d need to, I can take em.” He muttered the last part, tilting his head to the guards letting Kohane and An in. Frankly, he didn’t understand why Toya was so worried. If the village people didn’t take note of his appearance, then why would those in the city?

“I see.” If Akito couldn’t change his appearance any further, there must be something in the spellbook about it. He recalled his dream, the details lost but a sound that pricked at his heart lingered. ‘I think I recognize that melody,’ Toya thought, flipping through the book for a page he remembered struggling to decode.

‘—there !’ In the book was a passage that lined up with the sound he heard. He wasn’t sure how he knew this was the right spell, or what changed for him to even be able to read the passage, but it was worth a try.

“May I?” He asked Akito, lifting his hand at the ready.

“Huh?”

“Try something, I mean,” Toya explained.

“Oh, uh, sure.”

Toya waved his hand and began to sing. Verse by verse, he saw a transparent veil form above Akito, falling over his features and replacing them with human ones. It elongated to hide horns, scales, then his wings and tail. ���Bine tsu a i de ii no ni.. ” his mouth formed syllables in a language neither of them were proficient in. But as Akito stood, he recognized the roots of some words: ‘love’, ‘not knowing’, ‘villain.’

If he had ever been to a concert before, Akito would describe Toya’s movements to be akin to that of a conductor leading an orchestra. He would weave the energy of his words through his fingers and command them into place. After a short while, Toya ceased the encantation and they both broke out of their respective trances.

“Did something happen?” Akito asked. He felt no different and yet Toya had a pleased grin on his face.

“I removed your draconic features-“

“HUH?” Akito looked down. His hands lost their grit and their claws, his feet were bare on the stony ground. He had no tail or wings or- he ruffled his own hair- horns.

“Now I can keep us from being recognized!”Toya failed to notice Akito’s momentary panic. But, as he continued feeling through his scalp, he realized that while his fingers grabbed and felt at nothing, his horns could feel his grabbing. ‘they’re there but… not…????’

~~translation + general notes~~

yes, on Toya’s spellbook “Amia” is written (アミア)

yes, the song he sings is Villain. they don’t know that bc like no one understands sheet music and sorcery at once, or the fact that they’re essentially the same thing

the text surrounding the veil is ~about~ the same reading as what i wrote in the txt and is an excerpt of villain. i got the lyrics from this site

I just need a little love / No one knows, I don’t want anyone to know what’s under my skin

(びねつ愛でいいのに/誰も知らない、知られたくないひふの下)

i only wrote the kanji i know ToT. chose these lines because they were the ones most directly referencing a disguise or a change in one’s appearance, for the appearance change spell

the two words around Toya’s hand just say “Villain” (ヴィラン)

[abrilk]

I'm craving for dad Dragon content so I made a list of cute nicknames he would call Luffy:

•Sunshine/Sun

•Little monkey

•Pirate prince or just prince

•Fluff

•Lulu

•Hatchling (not so cute but still)

•My boy (headcanon)

You can share yours, I can't think of anything else lol

[retrobloxia]

"systempunk excluding endos/willos/nontraumagens is ableist !" systempunk and survivorsunited are both tags for traumagenic systems strictly. don't you guys have like pluralpunk / a lot of tags that are general ?

plus you can't be a system that isn't disordered, that's not how it works. it's called dissociative identity DISORDER / other specified dissociative DISORDER for a reason.

it's not punk to make fun of trauma survivors by faking their disorders , you're being ableist !

( art by @/justsomedrawing ) yhanks for listening to my tedtalk we're an anti nontraumagen blog

[applejuiceism]

my magnum opus (said even though this is literally the stupidest thing ive ever made)

[kingabezka]

"That's what She said" why are you listening to Her? Who is She, your mom?

[gillyeowalters]

Because it is the anniversary of his death, I wanted to share a small story about my grandfather.

Before I knew that I was intersex, I identified as a trans man. And I went the way any trans man has to go if he wants to transition in my country. My parents thankfully were supportive but I was afraid to tell my grandparents. My grandparents were German and lived/were raised during the third reich. While both of them never said or acted in a way that suggested that they had fascist views (my grandfather was until he died part of a leftwing political party), but there still was this fear in me. "They are old, they grew up surrounded by abhorrent beliefs...". And then there was my aunt. Who would constantly claim that my grandfather was homophobic.

The problem was, back then, there were no openly out gay people in our area, so I never got the chance to see my grandfather interact with someone who was queer. So I just believed her. Because she was so insistent on it. And because it confirmed my fears and my brain loves to be constantly afraid.

But I knew I wanted to come out. I had to, eventually, because I had stopped my estrogen treatment (back then, I did not know that I got that because I was intersex) and went on testosterone instead and first physical changes began to show. We all lived in one big house, so my grandparents would eventually notice.

I was so afraid that my father at some point offered to talk to his parents. I waited outside in the hallway that led to their kitchen and listened.

My father explained, easy to understand, that I was going to transition from female to male because I felt terrible in my body. My grandfather asked, "Is that why the child* is so depressed all this time?" I had been in and out of multiple clinics for manic depression at that point. My father gave a yes. And my grandmother made the incredibly selfish comment, "Can't that wait until I am dead?"

Before I even got time to be upset, my grandfather slammed his fist down on the table. I had never seen or heard him do anything like that before. He was a very calm and collected man who preferred to leave the room before he got too angry. "No, it can't wait. The child gets to get well now. And if that is what is going to help, then it needs to be done."

From that day on, he never used my deadname again or used the wrong pronouns for me. Sometimes, he would stop in a sentence to think and remind himself, but he did always address me correctly.

He celebrated with me when my name was legally changed. He built the bed frame for me and my boyfriend's bed when we moved in together, just like he had built the first adult sized bedframe for me when I outgrew my small bed. He drove my boyfriend to his chemo sessions because my grandfather also had cancer and knew how terrifying it was to go alone.

Did he fully understand what it means to be intersex? To transition? No. But he understood that one of his loved ones was suffering and that he could help to alleviate that pain. And so he did.

He taught me calligraphy. He taught me how to sew. He taught me bookbinding. He gave me many gifts.

But the biggest gift he gave me was, that when someone hated me for what I am, I could stomach it. Because this man was willing to unlearn the bigotry he had been taught for decades so he could love me for who I am.

*in my grandpa's dialect it was normal to refer to children as just 'the child' (genderless)

EDIT

I was blown away by how many people have reblogged this post. I believe my grandfather would be very happy to see that he can give some hope and love to others even now.

I do not want him to stay faceless; so here is a piece of art I made for his obituary, with a slightly altered quote added now.

Dahlias were his favorite flowers. Orange ones especially. They reminded him of the home he had to flee from as a child.

EDIT 28/03/25

Happy birthday.

[melkingmd]

The Pitt 1.11 + The Onion Headlines

[flabbergastedpigeon]

quick sinners fanart to get it out of my system

[scolio-sin]

don't be scared, i'm not going anywhere

[miriatwstuff]

I am objectively correct and you all know it /j

[heartorbit]

MWAH!

[dranktwocoffees]

that one 12 yr old in your neighbourhood thats way cooler than you

im not immune to beanie aang propaganda