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[bathtub-frog]

Custom pronoun badges are one of my favourite things to make! Every single one of my pronoun badge designs can be customised, whether you use neopronouns, a mix of pronouns, or even if you want a name badge or something! And they're on sale until midnight AEST! Check it out here!

[libraryspectre]

I'm stressed out cause I'm gonna have to renew my badge at work this month and they're gonna ask if I want my pronouns on it, which is optional but most people seem to do it these days, and I'm not out as trans at work so I have no good options. The idea of putting she/her is out of the question, I feel sick just thinking about it. The other options are he/him or they/them, both of which are fine by me but would cause questions if anyone noticed. I'm not even sure they WOULD notice tbh but it seems like the best idea to just......not put any pronouns on my badge for another year

[emoji-ijome]

Untilted Pronoun Badges

He | She They | It | Xe Neo | Other Ask | All | No

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These are the pronoun badges from HERE that an anon requested untilted.

Sorry these didn't get posted! Our queue broke and we didn't notice :sob:

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[combeauferre]

every now and then someone at work discovers that my legal name is not ollie and not only is it a big "sorry i didnt know that was you" but now more people just know my deadname i guess

[enmasae]

Desire of the fittest - Part 1

Self Aware Genshin Alternate Universe - Guide AU (my own take on sagau)

Next

Warnings :

Adult content (such as violence, bullying, toxic relationships, cursing, angst, nsfw, and others) and yandere behavior (such as obsessive and possessive display)

Theories and lore informations

Since this is my take on an alternate version of Genshin Impact, I've taken the liberty to include elements that may not align with the game's lore but will make sense in this particular story.

Content : Kaeya and Diluc's wonderful sibling dynamic, Pantalone's charisma, Ningguang and Beidou making me question things about myself, Venti's poetic rumbles, Aether's sister issues

As it is a "x Reader", i use the pronoun "you" and wrote the protagonist as gender neutral.

In the city of contracts, one might never sleep admidst the lights adorning the starry night. The milliths exhibit strong commitment to the protection of their people and, to some extent, their alcohol. Priorities vary, with some indulging in their duty while others drink to their heart's content. For example, a reckless young knight in training sneaks in the few dim alleys the town might provide, a risky task considering his bright red hair. However, this detail doesn't dissuade him from neglecting his duties and following his own sense of justice.

"I hope you got a good excuse for this one, you know. I'm running out of ideas to give Varka and Jean to save our badges."

The knight's face betrays little surprise as he observes the other man leaning on his shoulders. The redhead stares at his coworker and gives him a forceful shove, clearly irritated by his mere presence. The other knight raises his hands as to surrender, a quirky smile growing on his features.

Seizing the man by his collar, the redhead forcefully pins him against the nearest wall. One hand silences the sweet talker, while the other firmly grips the weapon's pommel at his belt. Despite this, the knight's focus remains fixed on the pair strolling past the concealed alley. Only when the target disappears from his view does the redhead shift his attention to the restricted man.

"If you're so afraid to lose your career, why do you keep following me ? Tell me Kaeya, is it funny for you to stick your nose in my business ?"

Kaeya, as he's called, emits a dry laugh before forcing himself out of the redhead's grip. He brushes off his shoulder pads and arranges his hair to his preferred style, tidy yet with a hint of wildness.

"I care about you Diluc, is that so hard to catch on ? You're the only family i have left. You know ? Your brother ?"

The red hair is quick to rectify the man.

"Adoptive brother."

Unfazed by the knight's irritable mood, Kaeya crosses his arms and nonchalantly toys with his nails. Diluc, rolling his eyes, shifts his attention to the pair he's been tailing. He silently curses upon spotting them entering one of the numerous restaurants lining the main street.

"Fantastic, just splendid. Now, either you willingly return to Varka and the Tianquan, or I'll simply knock you out and leave you here until I'm done."

"Or, I could help you get to the bottom of your self-assigned heroic mission, because I know troubles come when you get impulsive like that."

Diluc grunts in his breath, accepting the situation as it is, much to the patched eye knight's delight.

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In the Liuli Pavilion, customers savored their meals in tranquility, engaging in cheerful conversations about their day and the latest gossip. However, an air of tension hung over the staff tonight. While some attributed it to the festivities taking place, little did they know that the luxurious VIP room, a privilege only accessible to a select few in Teyvat, had been reserved for the evening by one of the renowned harbinger.

Raising his wine glass, the ninth harbinger subtly toasts the occasion with his present partner. Sipping the drink, he places it meticulously on the table, ensuring his actions meet the standards of the person sitting across from him. As his lavender eyes gracefully meet yours, he can feel his smile growing fondly.

"Now that I think about it, you never gave me one of your intertwined fate, hum~?"

His comment makes you scoff in slight mockery, amused by his phrasing.

"You know very well that's not how it works."

Sadly for you, he isn't one to back down easily, he tends to lean more towards negotiation. Despite having performed numerous deeds for you, the unfortunate truth is that you've settled every debt owed to him. Your shared appreciation for fairness is a quality he respects. Even if he loathes the lack of any blackmail's materials he could use against you, it's very unlikely that he will take action to remedy this fact.

"Even if I generously provide the goods~?"

Setting aside your chopsticks, you emphasize your point. Normally, engaging in a debate with him would be enjoyable, but at the moment, you don't have the mind for such mental games.

"Pantalone."

Considering his personality, you should have known that such a small display won't faze him.

"[Name]."

You sigh and focus your attention on the meal he graciously covered for you. Though you could have easily afforded it, you appreciate the care. While savoring your food and avoiding prolonged eye contact, your pointed ear twitches at a sudden yet subtle sound.

"Is something disturbing you ?"

Glancing discreetly at one of the open windows, you reassure the man, hoping to lessen his keen interest in your every move. His meticulous gaze is bound to make you uneasy. It would be in your best interest to change the subject.

"A war is brooming."

The revelation doesn't appear to surprise the man greatly as he gestures for you to carry on.

"Hum ? And, what kind ?"

"I cannot see what the future unfolds, Pantalone, I'm no seer. It could be harsh, fierce or treacherous, I wouldn't know."

Chuckling, the man runs his finger along the rim of his glass before indulging in another sip.

"I'm gonna need more information, my dear. I'm afraid I can't do much with only an assumption."

Seizing your food in a more aggressive manner, you point your chopsticks towards the man's face.

"It's far from a possibility, it will happen."

Pantalone leans to eat the food held between your utensils with a rather teasing smile. He finishes his mouth while whipping any condiment that might have clung to his lips.

"Hm, quite salty if you want my opinion. Anyway, how come one who can't grasp the future like you, your words not mine, seems so convinced that a war will occur, hum~?"

As a way to turn back on him, you snatch a portion of his food directly from his plate. Deliberately savoring each bite at a slow pace, your resentful gaze remains fixed on his. You're not one who likes to share.

"I didn't know you could be childlike, it's quite cute~."

Clearing your throat, you refuse to get embarrassed by such words.

"As I was saying, I am sure it will happen because it concerns my kind."

As you finish your plate, you fold your hands together, creating a makeshift headrest. You catch the curious gaze of the harbinger as he gestures you to pursue.

"They have started to show an interest in this world. And believe me that it will get ugly once they come here. After all, Teyvat and its people are one of a kind."

Pantalone appears to think for a moment, his usual smile shifting in a subtle frown.

"I understand now the kind of problems such scenery could cause... What about you ? What would you do if- I mean, when the time comes ?"

You smile brightly, seemingly eager to answer this specific question. The man cannot help but notice the subtle glimmers of light shining softly around your head. While you may view it as an annoying flaw, he appreciates the element's reactions to your mystical presence. These manifestations are a giveaway on your feelings, making it easier for him to read.

He chuckles to himself while reminded of that one time steam literally came out of your ears.

"I already planned everything to the last minus detail, you don't have to worry about me."

Pantalone returns your smile and not so subtly extends his hand toward yours. He smoothly intertwines his fingers with yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

"Oh I'm not worried, I know you're capable~. I was merely curious if you would be more... open at the thought of fulfilling your role as a guide, especially in this context. After all, you still lack a main vessel, don't you ?"

You swiftly withdraw your hand from his grasp before standing up. Your gaze shifts to the open window where a little wick of red could be seen next to a soft looking lock of blue.

"Our time together was pleasant, but i'm afraid you'll have to excuse me."

As you take your leave, Pantalone's smile fades as he too stands up from his seat. It seems he took things too personal again. He approaches the staff member, seemingly waiting for the dinner's payment, and gives him the right amount via a lavish bag full of moras.

"H-hope to see you again, s-sir."

Disregarding the pitiful display, he leaves the establishment , wondering when he might have the opportunity to see you once more.

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"Ningguang, please, i beg of you to listen to reason. This kind of threat doesn't loom over Mondstadt alone, all of Teyvat is at risk."

The grand master of the Knights of Favonius searches fervently for any signs of concern in the reddish eyes of the woman before him, yet her smile remains calm and unfazed. Her presence commands respect as she speaks to the man in an eloquent tone, dismissing his concerns with a flick of her fan.

"I am well aware of the situation in the north and the peril it poses, Varka. However, I feel the need to remind you that our capabilities are limited in addressing this issue."

The towering man forcefully slams his fist on the woman's desk, causing some paperwork to flutter down gradually. Under normal circumstances, Varka isn't someone to easily lose his composure. Yet, with the recent surge of problems, even his usual calm begins to falter.

"Stop beating around the bush !"

Displeased with the man's tone, Ningguang rises from her seat and strides toward the irritated knight. She seizes the man's cheeks, causing him to grunt from the pressure made by her claw-like jewelry.

"The Qixing and I are currently deeply engaged in the construction of the Jade Chamber, i cannot allow half of the millith's forces to join the knights of favonius in a perilous mission doomed unsucessfull. Do i make myself clear ?"

Varka attempts to free himself from Ningguang's grasp by reaching for her hand, but the noblewoman prevents him from doing so by stepping back herself. Seated elegantly on her desk, she discards her fan to take a slight inhale from her pipe, attentively observing the resentful gaze of the man.

"I came to Liyue believing that the Tianquan would be the most understanding. Unfortunately, it seems that selfishness plagues all nations."

"Cut her some slack old man, not everybody is willing to die for some greater good. Here, have a drink."

Varka looks at the half-naked woman slouching on the expensive couch while presenting him an opened flask, most likely containing alcohol. The man averts his eyes, embarrassed by her shameless behavior.

"Oh archons, please, have some decency."

The woman slowly rises from the couch and approaches the man with an unusual sway. As she walks towards him, she struggles to maintain balance on her two feet. Her body moves uncontrollably, resembling the unsteady motion of a boat. Stopping uncomfortably close to Varka, to his displeasure, she fervently pokes his chest.

"Well, look who's talking! You're the one who barged in uninvited in the middle of the night while this elegant lady and I were enjoying a wonderful night of passion."

Ningguang observes the interaction closely but takes no action to intervene as the woman keeps on intruding the man's personal space. However, her passive behavior changes abruptly when her loved one begins to slide her hand under Varka's uniform.

"Beidou, i must advise you to refrain from teasing him, the gentleman appears to be on the brink of mortification~."

The sea woman gives the man some space without making a fuss, returning to the couch. Flopping onto it crudely, she sips her beverage while muttering inaudible words to herself. Ningguang lets out a sigh as she glances at the drunk woman pouting.

On the other hand, Varka straightens his knight's uniform, choosing to close the topic and avoid dwelling on it any further.

"Your nocturnal escapades are not on my list of interests and i'd like to keep it that way. Spare me the details and we'll all sleep a little more soundly, thank you."

Just as Beidou was about to voice her mind, the door to the private room burst open. Two young knights hurriedly entered, slamming the door shut as if sealing themselves off from a pursuing threat. Judging by Kaeya's heavy breathing, he seemed as if he had just sprinted for his life. Diluc, though equally exhausted, maintained a more composed demeanor.

"Care to explain where you two were ?"

The brothers instantly straightened from their slouching forms, standing at attention, fists over their hearts. Varka folded his arms, seemingly awaiting a response. Diluc broke the silence, his eyes challenging the Grand Master's gaze as he spoke first.

"On duty."

Kaeya scoffs dismissively, adding a sardonic remark to punctuate his disdain.

"I'm not sure discretely following a harbinger and a guide, getting discovered and almost dying on the spot was part of the mission we were assigned to."

The Tianquan's ears perk up at the mention of such individuals by the young knight. If his statement proved to be true, then troubles were brewing right under her nose. The prospect doesn't sit well with her.

Diluc quickly retorts with a tone laced with disdain, his brother's attitude getting on his nerves more than it already has.

"Would it kill you to shut your mouth once in a while ?"

"Would it kill you to respect the knight's code once in a while ?"

Beidou erupts into a loud laughter as it slowly fades into amused chuckles. In her inebriated state, the interaction between the two unfolds as a hilarious spectacle. Varka doesn't appear to find the situation funny as his facial expression twitches with carefully concealed anger.

Interestingly, Diluc appeared to share a similar state, albeit for different reasons.

"You don't even know what you're talking about."

Kaeya makes a concerted effort to maintain formation as he turns his head to look at the redhead.

"Oh, forgive me ! All you ever do is chase your damn heart's desires in the guise of justice, and that's precisely how you put not just yourself but everyone around you in danger ! You're downright inconsiderate and recklessly hot-headed."

Sensing a headache starting to form, Varka decides to finally intervene.

"That's enough, both of you. Childish bickering is unbecoming of knights. Now, I want to know where you were and what you were doing. Keep it brief."

The bluish knight keeps his eyes shut and mouth silent. His brother decides to confront the Grand Master, seemingly unimpressed by his towering composure and the fact that he could send him flying with a flick of his wrist.

"It doesn't matter what we witnessed, you couldn't possibly do anything about it anyway. Just like your expedition in the north, they won't amount to anything in the end."

The fiery attitude of the knight briefly snaps the drunk woman out of her clouded mind. She cheers with her nearly empty bottle before sleep reclaims her once more.

"Ah ! The kid got some spunk ! Reminds me of... what was his name again...?"

Diluc coughs as smoke wafts into his face. He glances at the woman responsible, who smiles while inhaling from her pipe again.

"It would be in your best interest to learn what to keep to yourself and what should be shared, boy. If a guide is indeed involved with a harbinger, something serious is looming. Trust me, you don't want the weight of people's lives on your shoulders."

The knight ignites the remaining essence inside the pipe, allowing it to burn and depriving her of anything else to smoke. The woman scoffs at the man's use of his Pyro vision. It's akin to witnessing a child throwing a tantrum for not being taken seriously. Yet, unlike the hollow threats of a kid, the fire in his eyes dared the Tianquan to change his mind.

Surveying the remaining people, he briefly locks eyes with Kaeya. Sensing his concern, yet dismissing it, he storms out of the room.

"I know what i must do, and it doesn't concern any of you."

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A loud shattering noise brings Diluc back to his senses. He glances at the culprit and frowns upon seeing the local bard laying on the floor with a broken wine bottle. Giggling to himself, the drunkard appears to be in his own world, thoroughly enjoying himself. The bartender grabs him by his shirt, hoisting him back onto his stool.

With the late hour upon him, Diluc finds himself with only the lonesome bard as a customer. Eager to begin his journey home and well aware of this specific client's penchant to be annoying when it comes to alcohol, he decides to employ a different strategy than his usual approach.

"So, when do you think i should kick you out ?"

Venti continues to giggle slightly, leaning on the bar counter. He toys with the glass Diluc so gracefully served him, mischief forming in his eyes as he glances at the redhead. Strangely enough, he doesn't seem to be that drunk anymore.

"Let's say... If you tell me why you were lost in such a thoughtful row, i might let you know~."

The bartender dismisses it with a simple shrug, clearly not in the mood to satisfy the bard's curiosity.

"I was just reminded of something."

As the breeze softly wafts through a small crack in the bar's window, Venti's smile takes on a more knowing gleam. He slides his empty glass playfully along the counter, a silent request to get a refill. Unfortunately, Diluc only takes the glass to clean it, refusing to pour more alcohol for him.

As he resigned on getting more of the sweet beverage, Venti sighs and settles on trying to decipher the bartender's thoughts.

"Well, I don't mind to guess~."

Diluc scoffs, skeptical of the drunkard's boastful claim. While he doesn't feel the need to engage in Venti's game, a hint of curiosity lingers. Who knows, perhaps the bard might have something intriguing to say.

"I've caught wind that the traveler's back from their journey. We haven't crossed paths, but rumor has it that their tale isn't quite cheery."

As Venti's concern reflects in his eyes, Diluc can only wonder what's hidden behind those poetic rumbles.

"I've known about their return in Mondstadt for quite a while now, but i haven't gotten the chance to meet them yet."

The bard contemplates the redhead's words with a thoughtful hum. Determined to get under his skin, he retrieves his lyre, creating a gentle tune that pierces the silence in the tavern. His expression bears the weight of sorrow as he poetically expresses his thoughts.

"Let his story be a lesson.

One learned from past takes,

To steer clear of repeating mistakes.

Beware of ones who claim as guides,

for their path conceals deceptive tides.

As stories have shown,

they cannot be trusted to bring you home.

Truth easily brushed aside with vows so sweet,

Yet, remember, once humans, their hearts did beat.

Let their story be a lesson,

Unspoken, like an untold confession.

One that shall not be named,

so it may never repeat again."

As the melody gently fades away, satisfaction spreads into the bard upon witnessing surprise on the man's features.

"Hehe, told you i was good at guessing~."

In his silent contemplation, Diluc gazes at the sword that once symbolized his knighthood, now relegated to a mere wall ornament. There was a time when he wielded it with pride. These days, when confronted with his nocturnal 'duties', he opts for heavier armaments. Regrettably, without his claymore in close reach, his former sword remains the sole option should the need for self-defense arise.

"Such strange beings... Aren't they fascinating ? While not being from these lands, it feels as if they've existed here long before life itself."

Venti follows the redhead's gaze, unbothered by his cautious demeanor. After all, he, too, once felt intimidated by the mere mention of guides. Nevertheless, his past fear primarily stemmed from his unfamiliarity with them. Having personally witnessed their exceptional powers, he understands that while one should avoid provoking them, it's quite simple to earn their favor.

"Some cruel, some benevolent, they only share their pride. Powerful yet feeble, to survive, they are reliant on what they term a 'vessel'. To their host, they may seem divine, yet in truth, they're nothing but a parasite."

Observing the bard rise from his stool, Diluc steps away from the counter to obstruct the main entrance of the tavern. Crossing his arms, he challenges Venti to take another step, his pyro vision blazing brightly as a silent warning.

"How do you know so much about them ?"

Amused by the situation, the not quite inebriated individual appears unfazed by Diluc's fiery demeanor, lifting his arms in mock surrender. His eyes emit a faint glow as a gust of wind forcefully opens the window, extinguishing all the candles illuminating the tavern. Irritated by the incessant noise of the window slamming against the wall, Diluc promptly closes it. Turning his attention back to the bard, he furrows his brows upon realizing that Venti hasn't made a hasty retreat. It's peculiar since the bard is renowned for employing cunning tactics to escape undesirable situations. Venti nonchalantly shrugs in response to the accusing gaze from the redhead, as if he weren't the one responsible for the sudden gust of wind, despite the 'anemo vision' resting on his belt.

"That's a tale for another day~. What's more important is why you seem to hold such an interest in them."

Realizing the bard has no intention to utter another word, Diluc sighs and clears the path to the exit. He gestures to Venti with a nod, signaling him to leave while he allows it.

"I have my reasons."

Entertained by the fact that he didn't need to be forcibly kicked out, the bard chuckles to himself before making a swift departure, leaving his parting words to resonate in the air.

"Hehe, fair enough. But if you do wish to learn more about them, heed my advice. Fools seeking aid from those with selfish desires rarely find anything good in return."

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As waves gently caress the shore, a symphony of memories, both ancient and recent, courses through them. The gentle cadence of the sea does not drown out the melody hummed by the young man standing in the water. Unfazed by the sea reaching his knees or the cool night breeze, he stands with eyes open but vacant, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight.

With utmost care, he places on the water's surface a leaf-crafted vessel bearing a delicate arrangement of flowers, a tribute to his sister. As the final notes of his haunting melody linger in the night, a lament of anguish and sorrow, he releases the makeshift boat to be carried away by the current.

Soft tears flow down his face as his voice gently wanes. Upon arriving for the first time at this shore with a solemn vow to reunite with his sister, his ignorance veiled his eyes. Admidst the new sights this world had to offer, a strange familiarity embraced him. As the wind tousled his hair down to the way the soil felt beneath his feet, it was as if he had returned home.

He reflects on his past as a soldier, an obedient one who never questioned orders, devoid of a sense of morality, discerning neither good nor bad. He was merely following commands.

He recalls about her once gentle nature, a soul averse to causing harm, adorning herself not for personal satisfaction but for others' admiration. Her explanations of right and wrong were delivered calmly, never raising her voice.

They both changed so much, left with nothing but themselves and memories to nurture. Their relationship was at the time a delicate balance, with even the smallest mistakes sparking intense fights.

With time, she developed a stronger personality, becoming more reserved and secretive. He, however, found a way to articulate his feelings, expressing himself in ways he couldn't comprehend before. She loved to tease his newfound soft side.

But someone had robbed him of that. When he encountered her again at the end of his journey, he realized he was too late. In their final meeting, although her body was still breathing, there was no soul inhabiting it, no mind radiated from her mortal shell.

As she was no longer herself, he had no option but to end her suffering.

"Well, it's not often i get to meet with you alone. Where is that little fairy friend of yours ?"

As he feels tender hands cupping his face, a smile graces his features, whispering your name. To him, it has been too long since the last time you two shared such a peaceful moment. The infrequency of your meetings only heightens the value he places on them.

"Paimon is currently receiving care from the sisters of Mondstadt's cathedral. She got quite injured during our latest adventure. As for why i am here, I needed some time alone to bid a proper farewell."

He opens his eyes, savoring the sight of yours. Their intricate hues bear untold secrets that he longs to unravel. The patterns on your skin accentuate the natural bioluminescence of your body, preserving tales from times long past. Gently, he raises his calloused hand to your own, relishing in the comfort. As he senses your delicate fingers wiping away the tears from his face, more flows out.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

As his guide, he understands the price to pay for the honor bestowed upon him. Deep down, he understands the strength and knowledge you provided were for your own survival. The love he receives depends on the satisfaction he brings to you. He doesn't care if you use him as a vulgar puppet, as long as he remains by your side. He can't lose you, not you too.

"My sister liked to say that home is wherever we are together. Since we were all that were left of our home, i guess it was true."

His voice is parched and laden with sorrow as he clings to you like he would for a lifeline.

"She was the one determined to find somewhere for us to settle. But everywhere we went, troubles came. Either we had to flee or we were chased away. Times were hard, but at least we had each other. She was the only one I could rely on."

"But times have changed; you don't have to flee anymore, you don't have to follow orders, you don't have to live in her shadow. You can listen to your heart's desires."

In the silent exchange of glances, Aether notices the profound emptiness in your eyes, a void untouched by the shared sadness or comfort he seeks. The weight of realization descends upon him, as denial attempts to cloak the newfound awareness. The touch that he craved for earlier radiated no warmth. A sense of betrayal settles over him, sending chills coursing through his body.

"... you knew."

With the guilt slowly making itself evident on your face, he pushes your hands away from his. Stumbling on his feet, the world around him spins as if he has just awakened from a profound dream. The thought of you betraying his trust unsettled him. After all, the bond you shared wasn't a trivial pinky promise but a deep connection where he lived for you, and you for him.

"... you knew it would happen... you knew and yet... you did nothing ?"

He retreats slowly toward the shore, and as you follow, your hands gently signal him to calm down, much like one would soothe a frightened animal.

"It was already too late the day i saved you from that shade."

His heart aches as your words sink in. Closing the distance between the both of you, Aether decides to listen. He allows you to take his hands in yours, feeling the squeeze accompanied by a sudden cold. It's a familiar chill that he's come to associate with your moments of sadness.

"Then why did you save me ? Why didn't you save her ? Why. Me."

You guide him gently to the dry sand, ensuring his gaze follows your movements. As you start drawing shapes on the ground, they soon come to life in a light green hue, dancing around both of you. Aether recognizes himself in one of them and reaches out to touch it. Luminescent particles spread apart at his sudden movement, only to reform elsewhere near them. The scene changes, depicting the fateful day he lost Lumine.

"... you were both destined to die. I chose you because you reminded me of my old self."

He witnesses the divine being capturing his sister only to target him next. Aether perks up by the appearance of another shape. He observes how you protect him from the deity before the scene changes once more. Nostalgia fills him as he watches you forge the bond between the two of you. A soft laugh escapes him at the sight of Paimon being fished out, breathing life into your dynamic.

"You were quite stupid and ignorant."

Beads of sweat flow down his face as the shapes replays some of his past mistakes. In an attempt to avoid further embarrassment, he raises his hand to dispel the particles. You intervene by gently seizing his hand and guiding it to his heart.

"Yet, I could sense your determination to protect what you hold dear."

His ethereal counterpart proudly raises his blade against the final obstacle in his journey. It appears fearless, prepared to confront what he believed would be its greatest foe. However, that confidence crumbles when the monstrous shape morphs into the likeness of his sister. He observes as his particle self thrusts its sword through her, taking her life. As the particles slowly disperse, he meets your gaze, bitterness filling his throat.

"If I were to apologize for all the secrets i kept from you, that would be a lie. For all I did was solely to protect you."

You embrace the boy one final time before fading away. Aether's arms linger in the air before he wraps them around himself, trembling slightly. Shivers run down his spine as he comprehends what you've left behind. He gingerly picks up the small gemstone on the sand and clenches his fist. Anger wells up within him as he gazes at the cracked little starshaped orb, a symbol of your shattered bond.

You abandoned him.

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　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　 ✦

"Ugh, are you done yet ? Witnessing your sickening sweetness with him is making me nauseous."

Upon opening your eyes, you sense cramps crawling through your body, as if emerging from a deep coma. You snatch the helmet-like device off your skull and shove it away. The man attending to you utters an annoyed "watch it" in response.

"Deal with it."

The man assists you in exiting the machinery, disconnecting various tubes and electronics that monitored your health and body state. He grunts upon witnessing your attempt to straighten up quickly, and he gently compels you to lay back. Muttering additional curses, he likely expresses irritation at your impulsive actions, fully aware of the associated risks.

"Do you really need to go to such lengths? First, you toyed with his memories, and technically, you're the reason why he lost his dear 'sister.' And now, after all the efforts you put into him, you're just giving up ?"

You forcefully pull his hands away from your body and swiftly rise to your feet. Letting out a grunt, you massage your temples as a headache begins to intensify. Moving slowly, you skip a few steps, struggling to stand on your own but determined to reach a proper bed for some rest.

"I know what i have to do and i don't need your concern."

Depriving you of the chance to take another step on your own, the man hoists you onto his shoulder and carries you like a sack of potatoes. With no strength left, you acquiesce, but in silence, you mentally note to make him pay for this humiliation.

"Ugh, guides. I would never understand your kind."

You snarl and swiftly retort to his remark, delivering a quick hit to his hips.

"I am nothing like them."

The man appears unfazed by your punch, softly placing you on a very comfortable bed. He sighs at your angry gaze and flicks your forehead. It perplexes him how careless you can be when it comes to taking care of yourself, yet how gentle you are when it comes to your vessels.

"And yet, here you are, acting like one."

"And yet, here you are, taking care of me."

You lock eyes with the man, urging him to look away, but he continues to relish the moment. He neatly folds the cozy blanket atop you and tenderly traces the features of your face with his fingers. Despite his harsh and unyielding tone, his facial expression reveals another narrative, one where he could have been more sincere about his feelings.

"We just have a common enemy, nothing more."

Frustrated by his contradictory tenderness and attitude, you opt to usher him out.

"You never know when to shut your mouth do you ? I wonder where you got that."

The man scoffs and exits the room, clearly offended by your words. Finally relishing a peaceful moment, you close your eyes and envision the starry sky you've come to know by heart, one you hold dear, even if it's a mere fabrication. You identify a few constellations and recollect which ones align with your favorites.

After spending countless years in these lands, your meticulous preparations are on the verge of paying off. All the accumulated resources, weapons, and artifacts are about to prove their worth. Finally, you'll have the opportunity to engage in a game that truly fulfills your desires. One marked by chaos and unforeseeable events, where rules are broken and laws cease to matter.

Anticipation builds as you look forward to witnessing the expressions of newcomers when things deviate from their expectations, struggling to survive in a world they believed they knew.

It's going to be a gameboard where, finally, you hold the advantage.

Doesn't it sound fun ?

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[transmasczeroone]

On coming out as trans:

I live in a very middle-class, Christian, conservative area, so I was bracing myself for the worst when I decided to come out publically to my co-workers and customers. (I work in a restaurant/bar that attracts a particular demographic: Imagine middle-aged ladies coming to brunch, older men coming for a pint after work, families bringing their children and dogs, most of them white, wealthy, and cishet. For context, I'm also 5 ft 4, and pre-everything, with a gender neutral name that leans towards the girly side, at least in my country.)

The first co-worker I came out to was a low-level supervisor, a gay cis guy in his 20s. He was a bit confused at first, had to ask a lot of questions to understand exactly what was changing, but ever since then he has been unconditionally supportive. He volunteered to tell the other managers that I'm trans, so I didn't need to go through the stress of that conversation multiple times.

The rest of the managers/supervisors (all cishet) at some point or another said that I can go to them if customers or other staff bother me (which hasn't happened at all), and all get my pronouns right most of the time, and are quick to correct themselves when they don't. They even go out of their way to use affirming language - one of my co-workers realised one day that that were no women on shift at the time, turned to me and said something about it being a boys' club and included me in that category. They celebrate my small wins, and the big ones, everything from "nice haircut!" to "ohmygod you're going on testosterone soon?? I'm so happy for you!!"

One of the managers - a cishet woman in her 50s, and the one I expected to have the worst reaction - asked a lot of questions to better understand me and offered to introduce me to her friend, who is also a trans man. This is a big deal to me, because I don't know any other trans men in my area. According to my co-workers, she's better at getting my pronouns right than almost anyone else.

Another cishet guy I work with is in his 60s had to ask what my he/him badge meant when he first saw it, and now he always makes a point of getting my pronouns right, especially in front of other people who she/her me based on my appearance or who need a reminder.

The male customers I serve on the bar tend to ask what the badge means (although some prefer to stare at it in confusion and not comment at all). My usual response is, "It's to remind people that I'm not a girl, since a lot of people think I am," which omits a huge chunk of the truth, but isn't a lie. I've never had a bad response, though.

When I explain, they often say, "Wow, I never would have guessed you were a man" (ouch, dysphoria) and apologise genuinely and quite profusely for calling me "she" or "sweetheart" or whatever earlier in the interaction. They're eager to assure me that they meant no disrespect. Some even notice the badge and apologise without having to ask what it means. Nobody contradicts me, nobody is sarcastic or thinks I'm joking, and nobody has ever said anything transphobic to me or asked invasive questions. Some get confused and sort of gloss over my explanation, but nobody has been hateful. Sometimes they seem to accept me as a cis guy, other times they're clearly aware that I'm trans, but it doesn't affect their response either way.

The worst thing I've encountered is customers who see the he/him badge, blatantly ignore it, and then misgender me throughout the interaction. Not ideal, of course, but far better than what I was expecting.

This entire experience has reminded me of a time I read in a comment somewhere that transphobes are a very vocal minority, that transphobia feels like it's ramping up recently because transphobes know they're losing the war and are screaming in a desperate attempt to be taken seriously. They're scared that all their fearmongering and hatred is, in fact, getting them nowhere. Maybe there's some truth to that.

As I said before, I live in a conservative, middle-class area, and there are no queer bars, bookshops, etc. for miles and miles, but there are at least 3 churches within a 15 minute walk of my house. And in the 5 months I've been out publically, the worst transphobia I've faced from a co-worker or stranger is just them not using my pronouns until corrected.

I'm not saying don't be careful when you come out. I'm not saying that things always go well. Sometimes they go awfully, and I've had my own bad experiences.

What I am saying is that my faith in cis people has been restored to quite an astonishing degree, that sometimes people can surprise you in wonderful ways, that there are people out there willing to accept and respect us, and sometimes you find them where you least expect them.

[beranibear]

I work at a supermarket and on my name badge I have a progress flag and my pronouns (they/them). I’ve been openly NB for a couple years now.

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Today a little girl came up to my till. She was shopping with her mum and was shy at first. I always try to interact with kids at work because they give me serotonin and it’s the only time I’ll happily interact with them (because I know it’s temporary lol). While I was scanning her mums groceries she looked up at me and asked what my name was. My name is a very unisex name so I told her it and kept scanning. I had successfully broken through the shyness barrier and she quickly opened up into a chatty little toddler and told me her name. I kept scanning her mums groceries.

She looked at me for a second and then looked back at her mum before asking me “are you a boy?” I chuckled and I said to her “no I’m a girl” (AFAB, just so I don’t start any shit at work with customers not wanting me to introduce “the gay agenda” to their children) which was a lie, but I just don’t want to deal with trying to explain what Nonbinary is to a toddler while I don’t know what the parents beliefs are (I mean I very obviously have my pronouns on my badge, if the parent wanted to interact she could have)

I then asked the toddler “do I look like a boy?” And she happily nodded her head. The mum brushed it off and was like “pfft never trust a 4 year old” and acted a little offended that her toddler would say such a thing. I smiled and stayed super friendly and playful with the toddler until her mum paid and they left.

Her mum couldn’t be bothered to read my pronouns but thank you little child for affirming my chaotic gender. I gave her a smile, a wink and a wave as she walked out with her mum and I hope that one day, when she is old enough to understand, she will know what a sick NB person she met today.

Though I’m pretty sure somehow deep down she knew.

[scrapheapchallenge]

As I'm a wheelchair user, and going to meet Ruth Madeley (Shirley Anne Bingham) from Doctor Who at a comic con this weekend, I drew this as a gift for her - I've also printed another to ask her to sign for me to keep. Because I know I'm not the only wheelchair user who is thrilled to see more great representation in the media, I've added it to my redbubble so you can browse to have it printed on a wide variety of merch, including clothing, homewares, mugs, phone cases etc. I'll also be adding some smaller, cheaper stickers to my etsy shop when they arrive, and if you'd like one free with any etsy order you place, just add a note when you place your order! I usually add my Good Omens art stickers to any Good Omens themed order, and my OFMD art stickers to any Our Flag Means Death themed order as a bonus gift, but if you'd like to choose something different just ask! I don't get much from redbubble orders - typically only a couple of pennies for each item, but it's better than nothing. Etsy orders are more helpful to me. ( https://manicuresbykirsty.etsy.com where I do nail polish jewellery including pride flag and pronoun cabochons, fandom themed cabochons in keyrings, badges/pins, bracelets, and pendants for necklaces, mainly Good Omens & OFMD themes but I can do many more and take custom requests so just ask!)

[cablestwisted]

>> THE OBLIVION COLLECTION <<

Now on Redbubble!

Super proud of these - I am taking requests for pronouns to put on this set so if you have any you want up there please let me know in DMs or on this post! These work great as badges or stickers, but also as hats, etcetera. I'm open to a bunch of custom lettering if you're ok with me putting that on my redbubble for everyone.

[bathtub-frog]

did you know Bathtub Frog does pride pronoun badges with any pride flag? This photo shows off all the designs that are available to order for your custom pronoun badge. Can't see your flag? Don't worry - just let me know what flag you'd like and I'll happily make it for you!

[spacecapart]

Happy Pride Month, all!

I've expanded my pride badges range in a few different directions this past year, all leaning into the whole space theme that I've got going with my convention stall. I've now got planet pride flags, galaxy pronoun badges, and two designs asserting that queer and trans folks are stellar!

If you're looking to support a queer-owned small business this month instead of spending your money on Rainbow Capitalism(TM), I'd love for you to check out my online shop! You can find a link in my pinned post, or you can find me by putting 'spacecapart storenvy' into the search engine of your choice.

(P.S. All the pride badge listings in my shop come with a 'custom flag' option, in case I don't have your particular flag yet, and same with the pronoun badges. Drop me a note with your order specifying what you're looking for, and I'll make it for you! I'm a firm believer that no one should ever be or feel left out of pride.)

[emoji-ijome]

Pronoun Badges

He | She They | It | Xe Neo | Other Ask | All | No

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I needed some emojis for reaction roles for a server i'm working on and i figured i'd make some of my own :D

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[vampirefreakzx]

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[sunnibearr]

SKZ reaction when you come out as LGBTQ+.

warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety and anxiety attacks, use of "honey"

note: if anybody tells me that these are false or tries to be homophobic i will CRY LET ME BELIEVE TT PLS.

PS. yes i made all of their responses positive and accepting fight me L

main skz masterlist

CHAN ( 방찬 )

he starts crying.

"I'm bisexual-" you immediately broke the eye contact that you'd been trying so hard to keep, tears prickling the edge of your waterlines as you focused on how your hands fiddled in your lap, "It's fine if you don't, you know," you added on, your unstable voice accompanied by a quivering lip. You'd been through this before, telling people that you're bi, but you hoped that Chris' response would be different. What you weren't expecting however was the sniffles that filled the previously quiet space, tan arms pulling you into his chest as he mumbled into your hair. "Thank you for trusting me and sharing this with me, I love you."

would ask you lots of questions about your previous experiences if you're willing to talk about them.

buys you cute bi themed stuff, like a bear thats the colours of the flag because it reminded him of you.

keeps it a secret and lets you come out to the boys in your own time, if you even want to. he doesn't want to pressure you.

he has a little 'my girlfriend is bi' badge omfg i love him.

calls himself "the luckiest man" because you could've literally gone for anyone but still chose him.

omfg YOU are the luckiest person ever i want a chris pls TT

LEE KNOW ( 리노 )

listens to you.

"Minho, I'm," you start as you swallow the lump that's been building up in your throat. There's nothing to be worried about, you know Minho, you know that it'll be alright, so you persevere. "I'm asexual." You pause after the confession, staring at the man's face for any signs of discomfort -or anything really- but all you're met with is a small nod. "Cool." He doesn't make a big deal out of it, squeezing your hand in a quiet show of support. "How'd you find out?"

literally will listen to your whole life story and nod to show that he's invested.

sometimes will chip in with comments when you mention people being mean to you because of it. "what an asshole" "what the fuck"

is more than happy to go to prides with you to support you.

usually supports you from the sidelines but if anybody makes any nasty comments about you and your sexuality he will be in their face like "the fuck you say? say it again, i fucking dare you."

orders a custom made top for Leebit (minho's skzoo) with the asexual flag on it for your (or his) Leebit.

CHANGBIN ( 창빈 )

he makes a joke.

"Hey y/n? What's up, why'd you call me over?" He'd question you as soon as he saw you, all serious expression and anxiety radiating off of you. "Is everything alright?" He'd continue as he sat down next to you, his hand finding it's way to your leg in an attempt to make you more comfortable. "I'm trans." You blurt out, the sudden spill of tears onto your cheeks taking him by surprise as he takes some time to process your words. He moves his hand away from you -your chest feeling heavier with the negative implication of the action- before he places it softly on your cheek, thumbing away at the tears. "You know, a gender reveal party would've been so much more fun," he said, his face scrunching in a genuine smile.

goes clothes shopping with you and offers to buy you some stuff.

takes you out for a celebratory meal and dessert.

you have to explain preferred adjectives because his little himbo brain forgets that society has (unfortunately) gendered words like pretty.

he is trying his best at using your preferred name, he's even given you some cute new nicknames.

helps you throw a gender reveal party (per his request) when you decide to come out to the others.

will scream at transphobes when they use your deadname and/or wrong pronouns. is not afraid to intimidate them with his buffness.

seo changbin takes nobody's shit.

HYUNJIN ( 현진 )

makes you do it again.

"Jinnie, you know how i always say you're like a protector of lesbians?" You warily say, hoping that the joking tone somewhat covers the worry in your voice. "Yeah?" He answers from his spot on your bed, only half interested at your comment as he's in the middle of a round in a mobile game. "Well, uh, I'm a lesbian." You breathe out, teeth finding your bottom lip as he drops his phone into his lap. "Wait wait wait, the mood wasn't right," he whines, game forgotten as he turns on his 'dramatic bitch' playlist. "Okay go again, I'm ready." You can't help but laugh at his antics, playing along with his dramatized reaction. "I thought I was gonna be your Prince Charming," he wails, lips curling into a big smile.

buys you a huge ass custom made lesbian flag with his face on it. he calls it "the cockblocker".

"it's to protect you from homophobes....and men" he is dead serious, he hangs it above your bed.

needs you to explain to him the difference between the lipstick and the sunset lesbian flag, like three different times.

becomes a whole matchmaker - introducing you to people left and right. "omg don't you think she's cute? talk to her." "s'cuse me, my friend here thinks you're really cute!"

goes to pride with you and has so. much. fun.

will literally snatch you away from nasty people saying, "don't waste your energy on them queen."

HAN ( 한 )

nearly has an anxiety attack.

"Jisung." You never use his proper name. His eyes widen significantly as he stands infront of you, his breathing quickening as he eyes your expression. "Yeah?" He basically whimpers, he could feel his chest tightening at the sound of you taking in a sharp breath. "I'm pansexual." His breath hitched, your own anxiety rising significantly at his reaction before he breathes out a relieved sigh. "Oh my fucking god, Y/n, don't do that to me I nearly had a panic attack, oh my god my heart," he rambles on. You're left in a confused state, wondering how to take his response. "Anyways, what's that? Isn't it kind of like bi?" There it is, now you have to spend ten minutes explaining to Jisung why you use the label "pan" and not "bi".

he likes making good-natured pan jokes, he thinks its kind of funny.

will absolutely flip if anybody else makes frying pan jokes towards you - especially in a malicious way.

started getting you rapunzel related things as a joke.

got you the pan flag printed onto the sun(?) flag from Tangled.

calls himself your Flynn Ryder and gets pouty when you call him Eugene instead because "Flynn Rider sounds cooler".

begs you to take him to pride because he thinks it looks really fun but you know he's going to be a handful.

TANGLED is a disney movie. The main character uses a pan as a weapon to hit Flynn. His real name is Eugene.

FELIX ( 피렉스 )

he starts apologizing.

"Honey, Felix," You hope that the sweet petname will help soften his reactions a little bit. "Yes?" His bright aura beemed at you, white teeth on display as you took a deep breath. "I don't know if you know what it is but i'm genderfluid and i hope this doesn't change anything between us because you mean so much to me." It all comes out in one breath - quick and over with. However, you don't get a direct reply. Instead you get bombarded with apologies, hands holding onto yours as he looks at you with something akin to realization. "Oh my god I am so sorry Y/n. I should have known. I'm so sorry have I been using the wrong pronouns? and oh my god what about your name? am i calling you the wrong name too?" The genuine worry that he had caused you any kind of discomfort made you feel better, lips curling into a smile as you reassured him that he couldn't have known.

asks "what are you feeling like today" whenever he sees you first each day.

gets you guys some kind of code way for you to share your pronouns at any moment.

is a bit confused about how often your pronouns change sometimes but he really tries to get them right.

says that you stole all of the gender as a joke. "you're like a gender bank."

he has the spirit, you just need to keep reminding him sometimes. he'll learn soon enough!

SEUNGMIN ( 승민 )

he does so much research.

"Hey Y/n?" Seungmin spoke out into the silence, the quiet voices from your phone stopping at the sound of his voice. You hummed in a question, your eyebrows quirking up into a curious arch. "How come you've only ever dated, like, one person?" He asked cautiously quickly adding on, "I just- you always point out people who you think are attractive but you only ever go on one date with them or not at all. Why?" You smiled up at him, you never thought about the fact that you'd never came out to him before, so you decided that now is probably the best time to do so. "I'm demiromantic, not many people catch my attention- emotion wise I mean." Now it's his turn to arch a confused an eyebrow at your words.

does so much research about it because he's never heard of it before and wants to learn more.

"doesn't everybody feel like that though?" he's trying to understand, you just have to explain it to him.

"so you've never had a 'strong emotional connection' before?" "well, not really, no." "damn."

asks you what it felt like growing up surrounded by an alloromantic society.

he comes and tells you the stories he's read posted by other demiromantics.

buys you a subtle demiromantic flag pen.

that's about it, he's just a curious lad.

alloromantic: people who can/do experience romantic attraction, usually on a regular basis.

I.N ( 아이엔 )

has no clue what you're on about.

You've never talked about your sexuality -or gender identity- with anyone face to face before, so when Jeongin started up a conversation about the LGBTQ+ people he knows you took it as a sign. "You know, I've been questioning recently." You say with what you hope sounds like a nonchalant tone. "Questioning what?" He says, (my dumb little meathead <3) brain already focused on something else. "My sexuality and gender, you know." Your voice is a bit more stable now, knowing that his mind wasn't caught up on the topic. "Oh that's cool, what've you figured out so far?" You shrug, glad that his interest sounds genuine and not malicious. "Not much yet but I'll keep you updated," you wink jokingly, laughing at your own silly response.

will try his best to help you figure yourself out.

in the meantime, wont use any labels because "you don't need to fit into a box" and he's 100% right.

sends you daily affirmation voice notes / messages like "you have all the time in the world" "it's okay even if you don't know right now" "you're my favourite question mark".

will google stuff and take 'what sexuality am i' quizzes with you because they're stupid.

your official theme song (according to him) is the pokémon "gotta catch 'em all" song because "you're catching all of the sexualities/genders."

taglist! send ask to be added.

they're just a bit late :)

[agereoneshots]

(Y'all remember that unspecified period of time in season one where Larry and Rita moved out and had a house? This is meant to be set during that time.)

Larry sighed. He and Rita really needed money. Rita could get jobs but she struggled to keep them. Larry struggled to get jobs but when he did, he was good at keeping them...until people stopped coming in because of his appearance. Larry got an idea. Danny! Of course he could get a job on Danny Street! No one would judge him for his appearance, just his skills!

Two weeks later and he had a steady job at a flower shop on Danny Street. While the customers where usually very nice, today he dealt with someone who must have had a bad day. Larry sighed as he watched the customer leave. He whined quietly as that weird fuzzy feeling he felt on and off throughout his life filled his brain. He pulled his coat, one that he was surprised he was allowed to wear over his uniform (well, his uniform was just an apron but still), tighter around him and hid his face in the fluff a little.

"Larry? Are you ok?" Larry's boss, Jess, placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I-I'm fine..." Larry mumbled. God why did he sound so childish when he was like this? Jess sighed.

"Go clock out and check into the regression daycare."

"What's that?"

"Its a daycare for regressors." Larry knew what a daycare was but...

"What do you mean by regressors?"

"Do you not know what age regression is?" Larry shook his head. Jess sighed.

"Hey Al! I'm stepping out for a bit, you're in charge!" Jess clocked both of them out and led Larry to the daycare.

"Hey Jess!" The person at the desk greeted them.

"Hi Jeremy."

"What brings you here today?"

"I'm pretty sure that Larry-" Jess pointed at Larry. "is regressed but he doesn't know what that is."

"Ah. Don't worry, we'll take care of him." Jess nodded and left Larry behind.

"Hi. I'm Jeremy. I have some paperwork you're going to need to fill out, I can help you with it if need be." Larry nodded as he took the clipboard. He was certain he wouldn't need help, but it was common for help to be offered on Danny Street. The questions were normal, for Danny Street at least. What was your legal name, what was your preferred name if it was different, what was your gender, what were your pronouns...the first question that confused him was asking if he was an age regressor or pet regressor.

"What di-does this mean?" Larry asked.

"Oh. Regression is an act where someone mentally regresses into another state. This is usually done because of stress or trauma but there are many reasons for why someone would do so. Age regression refers to mentally becoming a younger age while pet regression is when they regress into a more animal like headspace." Jeremy explained. Larry stared at the question for a moment. It fit, especially the age regression, but he wasn't entirely sure.

"I...I don't have an answer for this question."

"That's ok! Just leave it and related questions blank." Larry nodded and looked at the remanding questions. They were questions asking about what the staff were allowed to do with him. He was new to all of this so he decided that they could do things like hold his hand or take off his shoes but couldn't do things like undress him. He looked over the papers, noted how his handwriting got more childish as he went on, and gave Jeremy the clipboard back.

"Do you think your more like an age regressor or a pet regressor?" Larry wanted to respond verbally...but he also didn't. Jeremy would understand that, right? He (that's what his pronoun badge said) worked with people who regressed into children, one of them would have gone quiet after being verbal at some point. Larry held up one finger and hoped he understood.

"Age regressor? Ok. We're going to start you in the playroom, ok?" Larry nodded. Jeremy took his hand and led him to the playroom.

"Hey Roman! Got another little guy for you!" Roman looked over. Larry hid his face in the fluff of his coat again.

"Aww. Hi little guy. I'm Roman. I'm the head caregiver for this room for today. I'm going to be taking care of you." Larry waved a little.

"Here's his paperwork." Jeremy handed them over to Roman. Roman looked it over before handing it back.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him!" Jeremy left the room. Roman took Larry's hand and led him over to some toys.

"Pick out one you want." Larry looked at them before picking up a wooden airplane. Roman led him over to where other regressors were playing and left him to join them. It didn't take long for Roman and the other caregivers to realize that Larry was regressed quiet young. Roman crouched down in front of him.

"Hey little guy. I think you're a little too young for this room. I'm going to take you to the nursery, ok?" Larry made grabby hands at Roman. Roman picked him up and carried him to the nursery.

"Hi Roman! Aww, did you get a little baby?" One of the nursery caregivers walked over and took Larry from Roman.

"Hi Will. Yeah, got this little guy. He's new to this. You can check his paperwork with Jeremy. His name is Larry." Roman left.

"Hi little guy!" Will turned their attention to Larry. Larry didn't say anything. Will sat him down with some toys. Larry happily began playing.

Three hours later, Larry woke up in an adult crib.

"Did you have a good nap?" One of the caregivers asked. Larry looked at them.

"...yeah....I....I'm going to leave now..." Larry mumbled.

"Ok! You can always come back and check yourself back in for the day!" Larry nodded, made sure he had all of his things, and left. He went back to work but was told to just go home for the rest of the day. He nodded and left. Maybe he'd go back to the daycare in the future.

[fuck-customers]

Working in retail as a non-passing trans person sucks sometimes. My coworkers are mostly great about it but I get misgendered Frequently at work despite wearing a pronoun badge and all the other employees gendering me correctly.

Once, my coworker was answering a customer’s question while I was on tills and then once customer was happy and ready to buy, he sent them over to me, using my correct pronouns to do so and the customer got to me and still managed to misgender me even tho it was spelt out for them.

And parents with kids are the worst for it. Parents always tell their kids to “give it to the nice *person*” (except of course they don’t say person) and it bugs me immensely. Like. I get that pronoun badges aren’t always immediately obvious but I can’t exactly introduce myself to every single customer (esp since it could also end up putting me at risk). I can’t easily make it much more obvious so it’s very frustrating.

[ecoamerica]

Watch the 2024 American Climate Leadership Awards for High School Students now: https://youtu.be/5C-bb9PoRLc

The recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by student climate leaders! Join Aishah-Nyeta Brown & Jerome Foster II and be inspired by student climate leaders as we recognize the High School Student finalists. Watch now to find out which student received the $25,000 grand prize and top recognition!