#duo-binary

[mogai-headcanons]

Mal from Total Drama is a bi gay alloarospec allorospec tulipian veldarcian biologievilgender viabinary mesobinary evilic proxvir pixelgirl duo-binary boy who uses he/him, they/them, and it/its pronouns!

It's in an unlabeled relationship with his co-host Mike, a bisexual genderqueer cistrans girlspike linproche boy who presents fluidly and uses he/him pronouns!

They're both in a queerplatonic relationship with Svetlana, a bi straight lesbian transfeminine girl who uses she/her pronouns!

dni link

[moonlit-knightz]

oh how I have missed these two so much! finally we're back! Demetri & Eli binary brothers! 🤙🏼🤟🏼

[a-sociopath-do-your-research]

T4t Grumbo

Both are afab

Grian is genderfluid and mumbo is nb

Mumbo is a bear, who got top surgery and is/was on t while Grian just binds and does exercises to get his voice a little deeper

Both got chubbier as they started getting more comfortable in their identities and They love each other very much :3

[l-just-want-to-see]

🚦 + we already know the ending

The Oresteia, Aeschylus / Herakles, Anne Carson / The Persistence of Memory, Salvador Dalí / Farm in a Winter Landscape, Arnold Wiltz / Waterloo, ABBA / The Snail and the Rosebush, Hans Christian Andersen / Portrait of a Woman in Shadow, Daria / The Death of Julius Caesar, Vincenzo Camuccini / Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Matthew Stover / Nothing Changes, Hadestown / The Poem You’ve Been Waiting For, Tarfia Faizullah / Binary Sunset, Star Wars: A New Hope / Canary in a Coal Mine / Garth Risk Hallberg / The Watchers, John Greenleaf Whittier / The Book Thief, Markus Zusak / Sundial in Warsaw old town / The Trojan War Will Not Take Place, Jean Giraudoux / I know the End, Phoebe Bridgers / Traffic Lights, Lucas Zimmermann

[mazojo]

Already the pookies

[aro-paladin-pidge]

Thinking of an au I came up with years ago where Lance is trans and meets Pidge at the Garrison and is like, ‘oh little trans brother!’ and Pidge just goes with it bc what else can they do without blowing their cover and they slowly realize that they’re non binary through that. Lance and Pidge being trans besties for the win

[nyahkmenrah]

Ahkemenrah hates transphobes. Source? Me I am Ahkemnrah and I hate transphobes.

[underfiends]

Tweety Bird

I told you there'd be more of these guys. Have another blurb of Ramal from the D&D campaign that @peppermintpinklemonade is DMing. There's just a small cameo of @hannrenn's little guy, but they're there. Couple triggers in this, so be careful and enjoy!

I’m making camp when the sound starts up: a steady chirp, high pitched and three in a row. My hands pause the familiar motions of starting a fire, ears straining to hear it sound again. There’s nothing for a while, just the silence of the forest. The hoot of an owl, but that’s not what I’m waiting for.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

I swivel my head, trying to locate where it’s coming from. The sound is odd, echoing strangely. It isn’t a voice, or the squeak of a rusty cart wheel. It could be a monster of some sort, and in that case I need to be ready for when it attacks. I slowly put away the shard of flint I’d been about to use. I gather up my belongings into the small sack I’ve been using for the past few months. The bottom is beginning to strain; I need to replace it soon.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

I whip around, teeth bared in a snarl, claws out and ready to swipe at anything that lumbers out of the dark. It really is dark, even with my natural ability to see everything in a brighter light. The shadows of the trees shift and stretch, yawning out towards me. Their bare branches reach out for me like grasping fingers. They curl towards my armour, and I feel a sharp sting where black touches leather. I scramble back, nearly falling over as I trip over my feet in my haste.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

Something is wrong, so very wrong. This isn’t right. The trees are sharp, dark, dangerous things, reaching for me, trying to get their branches caught in my clothes and pull me towards them. Towards the ever growing black that makes up their trunks, a horrible gnashing of teeth made of bark. The world starts to spin, panic nearly blinding me. My breath comes in short, quick gasps, and a haze settles over my mind.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

I pull on the warm magic in my bones, summoning a sword made of obsidian and rivers of magma. The red glow should light up the area around me, allowing me to see what it is I’m fighting. This must be some sort of magical darkness, and if I could just see where it’s coming from I can dispel it. My hand closes over nothing. Ice settles in my veins; I don’t need to look down to see that there is no longsword in my palm, no magic rushing to my fingertips at my command. I feel cold, so very cold. There is no hot breath in my ear, no warm touches dancing over my arms and shoulders.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

She’s abandoned me.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

My patron, my companion; the one who promised to be mine as I was hers. She’s gone. She left me, just like-

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

“SHUT UP!” I roar into the trees, fighting back the sting of tears. I feel choked, breathless, constricted, constrained. My claws dig into the skin of my palms.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

This time, I clench my teeth until I hear something crack. I don’t feel the pain, everything far too muffled and distant. My eyes dart among the darkness as it closes in. Black ink spills out between the trees and swallows them up, dripping towards me. The thick liquid pools around me until I have nowhere to go, my frantic scrambling useless when a step in any direction would mean a step right into the waiting pool.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

A hand lashes out of the darkness and I cry out in fear, flinching back; back right into the ink. My foot sinks right down to the knee, bringing me crashing down onto the only free bit of ground. More hands dart out in front of me, reaching for me. Sharp fingers stretch and strain as I lean back, barely an inch from my face. One of them grabs onto my wrist, sending shards of ice through the point of contact. As I try to pull away, another hand grasps onto my other wrist. A hand grabs my shoulder, and another latches onto the collar of my shirt. They grasp and they hurt, and they start to pull me towards the trees. The ink around my foot trails as I’m slowly dragged through the dirt towards the shadows. A scream tears from my throat as I thrash, throwing myself any way I can, and yet still the hands pull.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

Something grabs onto the leg still submerged in the ink. In a blink, I’m ripped from the hands’ grasp, their nails tearing into my skin. And then I’m falling, thrown away from the safe ground, down into the black inky void. I can’t see anything; the dark far too oppressive. Wind whistles past, whipping my hair all around and tearing at my dress.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

Impact with something hard and solid forces the breath from my lungs. I lay there, wheezing, staring up into a dimly lit ceiling of gold decorated with crystal chandeliers. A hand reaches for me and I flinch back, scrambling to my feet and looking around. I’m in a giant ballroom, surrounded by people in masquerade masks and fine clothes. The floor is sparkling marble, and the walls and ceiling are shining gold. There are round tables scattered about, draped with white tablecloths. Everyone is dancing.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

A hand takes mine, and another settles on my hip. I turn to see a man of portly presence, tall and well built. His upper face hidden by a violet mask with light pink gems, a perfectly trimmed brown goatee framing grinning lips. My free hand settles on his shoulder. I stare into his green eyes and feel sick. I smile back at him.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

He spins us right as a fast song begins. It’s one meant for one of the man’s clubs, not a ballroom. The people around us continue to sway in slow circles as we spin and step around them. He pulls me in close, until I can smell his rosey perfume and the pink fur of his collar tickles my nose. When he lets me pull back, he has his teeth bared. The sharp white needles send a spike of fear down my spine.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

He leans in close, until his nose is pressed against mine. We are only spinning now, like a child’s top. His eyes are staring into mine. They’re green, so green. Green is all I can see, that vibrant green that makes bile rise in my throat and makes my lungs clench around the gaping nothingness in my chest. There is a necklace around my throat, something made of crystal and covering all of my throat and upper chest. It’s like a hand around my throat, squeezing. All of the air is sucked out of the room, and still all I see is green.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

Quick as a snake, he pulls back and spins me. I turn into that child’s top, spinning round and round. The world melts, music warping and warbling into laughter and screams. The gold spins and warms. It gets hotter and hotter until it's dripping down and down, turning nearly red from the heat. I plant my feet to stop the spinning, and the room is on fire. The man is gone, and so are the dancers. I look behind me, see those white tablecloths charred to black as the flames rise higher and higher, licking up the walls and dancing across the crystal chandeliers.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

I turn back around. There are figures in the flames. They are the ones screaming. I stumble back, and they lurch forward. Their screams rise, turning into howls and snarls. They reach towards me, faces long and mouths gaping as the flames melt the skin from their bones. Once again, I turn, this time to run, and slam right into the waiting arms of a corpse.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

Its skin is blackened and peeling, clothes and hair long burned off, all distinguishing features lost to the fire. Its fingers are nothing but bone, grasping my face. I grab one of the hands, bare my teeth in a snarl, and surge forward to bite down on the burnt digits. A crunch and a crack, and warm blood fills my mouth. I rip and tear into flesh, spilling more and more red over the marble floor. I swallow it down, gulping greedily and snapping the bones that get in my way.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp.

There’s a gasp and a gurgle. I freeze, the blood settling in my stomach like a rock and turning to ash in my mouth. The skin under my hands is pale, smeared with blood, but free of even a single speck of soot. My heart pounds harder, nearly bursting from my chest. I can feel the ice moving sluggishly through my veins as my eyes are drawn up. I stare into the terrified face of a child. White-blonde hair frames a familiar face.

Chirp-

I shoot up, then crash to the ground as restraints tangle around my arms and legs. I thrash around in a blind panic, ripping and tearing fabric shackles to pieces. I scramble against the hardwood floors, wide eyes darting around and panting breaths making far too much noise in the quiet room. I see walls painted a soft brown, and a maple side table with an unlit oil lamp on it. There’s a bed in front of me, black sheets tossed about and scattered on the floor in shredded strips. The room is a light grey, the light of dawn trying to stream in through the curtains that are drawn over the windows.

There is a pause as I stand there heaving, then a far too familiar twittering chirp. My breath stutters, mind going blank in panic. It came from outside.

I throw the curtains back, hissing and recoiling as light assaults my eyes. Blinking away the spots, I squint through it and desperately search for what’s making those noises. There, just outside the window of my room at Magnus’s tavern, is a tree whose leaves are still growing back from the winter that has just let up. Sitting among the branches is a small brown and grey bird.

I sigh and run a hand over my face, then press the heels of my palms against my eyes. I take a moment to breathe, then draw the curtains back over the windows and start the process of cleaning up my mess. It was just a stupid dream. It was nothing, only my mind playing tricks on me. And as I leave my room to go find new sheets, slamming the door in the process, I lock away the lingering images of green eyes and white-blonde hair.

[killer--instinct]

fully fully inspired by luminous-starry-eyes, i have sOo many tubbur headcanons and i think they deserve to be heard by my audience of 0

general dead dove warning, read at your own risk

wilbur's always been kinda hot and pretty to. everyone. and tubbo is no exception! seeing him in uniform, commanding his army didn't do anything to assuage those feelings, but there was other shit to worry about, so of course tubbo relegated his thoughts to the dead of night when tommy was knocked out in the bunk across from him and he could get off to the thought of wilbur using that commanding voice for tubbo's ears only...

it all Really took off in pogtopia.

he preened at the praise he got from wilbur at every bit of information he passed on, feeding more and more and maybe getting a little clumsy because of it

now wilbur had always made note of his soldiers, but tubbo got some special attention. how could he not -- he was brave and strong and competent; he was everything a young soldier should be, including the shiny obedience. wilbur could never in a million years deny that he liked his partners submissive with a bite, and tubbo fit the bill perfectly. of course, this was a distant appreciation and nothing else. his morals were sound; tubbo was too many years younger than him and was his little brother's best friend, it would be incredibly weird!... well, he could get off to the thought just this once...

anyway, pogtopia!wilbur was on the decline, strung out and frustrated and desperate and maybe a little lonely, so when sweet, precious tubbo comes to him in the dead of night with information, he can't help but sit him on a table, squished into his side, conversation flowing easily between the two of them as wilbur's eyes focus on tubbo's lips.

if wilbur's hand wanders from shoulder to waist to hip, tubbo doesn't mention it. and if wilbur notices tubbo's face turning redder as time passes, he doesn't mention it either.

it doesn't escalate beyond that during that night -- schlatt, or rather, quackity was expecting tubbo early that morning, so he had to go and get some sleep.

neither can erase the encounter from their minds, but the world falls apart around them before anything can happen.

tubbo becomes president and has to make hard decisions, take miserable responsibilities onto his shoulders, all before he's really an adult. he's stressed and he's scared and he wants to do better than the people that came before him, so he does what he thinks is best, and maybe it's fucked up, but all the while, he wishes wilbur was here, that he could guide tubbo, even if it was away from the mistakes he'd made during the building of l'manberg. he wishes that wilbur's voice would echo through the office, his jokes and his singing soothing tubbo's nerves, his hands strumming delicately at a guitar, or clasped in tubbo's own hands--

tubbo finds himself a husband, and he's happy. they find their child, and he's happier. he's building defenses, he's making sure their home is safe, he's having an alright time! sure, occasionally he'll be in his workshop late at night and the light will hit the walls just so and he'll think back to that night, to the warmth of wilbur's hands in the cold of the ravine, to the way he stared...

when he sees wilbur again, the wall he's built around himself crumbles. the streak of white in his hair, the way his limbs hang miserably off a terribly skinny frame, the dark circles under his eyes and the hastily-sewn gash in his sweater-- it all pulls at tubbo's chest more than he'd ever expected. he's young, he's never wanted someone the way he wants wilbur, even though he's married with a child and perfectly content with this life. so when wilbur turns up at his door, cold and hungry and miserable, tubbo pulls him in, thanking the gods that ranboo and michael are off visiting techno and phil. he feeds the man, chattering nervously because he's Here and he's Alive and tubbo might be dreaming because despite the way death has treated him and how it still clings to him now, wilbur looks breathtaking.

they talk, and tubbo notices how different wilbur is, and he chalks it up to being revived and having a new perspective on life. the man comments on his house, the coat that's far too large for tubbo's stocky, short frame, the baby toys littering the living room. tubbo is excited to talk about his family, but there's also something like... shame beneath it. like he's done something wrong.

"and does he treat you right," wilbur asks, a tone lacing his voice into something sharp. tubbo swallows hard, unable to focus with that commanding, dangerous voice directed at him.

"h-how do you mean?"

"i mean," and wilbur leans in, far closer than he needs to in the silence of the house, "does he take care of you? your body? your insides?"

it's embarrassing, the way wilbur talks about it, and maybe a little strange to tubbo's inexperienced mind, but it sets him on fire.

"he's not-- he's-- he has a lot to do, usually," he settles on. wilbur coos pityingly, and tubbo grows warmer, the fire turning into an inferno.

"poor thing. you must be feeling so neglected." tubbo finds himself nodded before he can stop himself, his hands drifting to grip the seat between his legs.

"don't worry, sweet boy, i'll take care of you."

[bpd-shuichi-togo]

karma has her kiss for u or w/e

[rosaacicularis]

Bestie that star au 👀👀 we love mutual destruction

the STAR AU !!! it’s just like the idea that they have billion of years together if not more…. but it still just doesn’t feel like enough. like they’re together in all senses of the word, but it’ll never be enough…. they want more and more in equal amounts until it destroys them both…. it’s so !!!!

[vroomvroomwee]

Can we talk about this?

Because we seriously need to talk about it. This single scene is so so so so important. Both of them are doing something typically associated with romantic couples. He grabs her hand, kisses it, holds it close to his chest and looks directly into her eyes.

In any other piece of media that would have undoubtedly been a romantic gesture. But not these two. And that is just so fucking incredible. Personally, I didn't think I would ever see this type of platonic closeness in my lifetime. One where romantic or sexual attraction between both parties is completely thrown out the window.

That's just so goddamn important to have. And you know what makes this scene even more mind-blowing. It's that their relationship is a male-female one (I know the Doctor is non-binary, but rn he's presenting as male). AND where the woman is attracted to men and the man is attracted to women (be it allo or ace).

And there is ZERO possibility of a romantic relationship between them. How amazing is that? It's so important to have that. To show that men and women can be friends. That women are not objects or something to achieve. That men can have closeness with women without being attracted to them. That there can be love, pure deep love, between men and women, and it's no less than that between a romantic couple's one.

And it's not like that trope in movies that we so often see where the "ugly" "undesirable" "quirky" ones are single and have formed a relationship with other individuals because no one wants them. No no. Both of these people are absolutely stunning and still, there's no attraction.

Also, this will go a very very long way for the ace and aro communities. To know that the love you can give is no less powerful and not inferior to that of people who do experience romantic and sexual attraction.

These two are a fan favourite, if not THE fan favourite, duo of all Doctor Who and I just wish people will realise how wonderful and special platonic relationships can be.

[tobeimean]

The Court of Twins

A decisive place where duality and non-binary are the same.

[blackholebabey]

grimace and the hamburglar were the first he/they non-binary duo to be associated with a fast food restaurant

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Mr. Moon and Sun

Debut: Wario Land 3

Hey gamers! There was a solar eclipse yesterday! Did you get to see it? I saw the sun become a little crescent shape. How the tables have turned! If you don't know what an eclipse is, please refer to the boss battle with Mr. Shine and Mr. Bright in Kirby's Dream Land 2. Mr. Shine (the moon) can hover in the sky, and Mr. Bright (the sun) can go to one side of him, creating bright light that can cause damage if Kirby is not in the safe zone created by Mr. Shine's shade. Maybe Kirby would be safe in the light if he had extremely dark glasses made specifically for this purpose, but he doesn't, so he should not look at the sun. Don't look at the sun please!

You can look at Sun from Wario Land 3, though, as well as Mr. Moon from Wario Land 3. I hope they're not upset I spent their introductory paragraph talking about a different sun and moon duo! It is so funny the moon and sun are made into a binary, considering the real sun could effortlessly defeat the real moon if it was alive and mean. Here, though, the moon is the one with the advantage, being named Mr. Moon, while the sun is just Sun! But maybe one day his full name will be Mr. Sun Moon...? Ooh la la! Ok guys, let's get a silly one before I talk about the gameplay!

Heehee! Very nice! Mr. Moon and Sun only appear in some uncommon sky areas, where they will mess with Wario, because everything in the world is out to get him, and he probably deserves it regardless of context. You know the deal. They are Enemies. Both will chase Wario and shoot their own projectiles: Sun shoots fireballs that set him ablaze, which makes sense since the sun is a Fire Orb, but Mr. Moon shoots stars, which electrify Wario! Stars don't do that! And what's this floating rock doing with stars? Why doesn't the actual star of this pair get stars? Sun/Moon dichotomy really is so silly when you think about it to any degree!

I am glad the wiki has a gif of Mr. Moon, because I love the way he turns sideways! Don't tell Sun, but Mr. Moon is my favorite because of this. I just love how he is a mere crescent, but with a sort of aura to fill out the same space as Sun.

These sprites were ripped by ShyGuyXXL, who I must thank even MORE for making these two kiss! Earlier I explained what an eclipse is in gamer terms, but in science terms, it is when the sun and moon kiss each other, and it is specifically in a gay way every time. Sorry to Straight Sunmoon Shippers! Just the way it is!

[genericpuff]

Y'all brought a lot of energy to that Covenant post, how about some love for Time & Time Again? 😘🤙💓

I've been reading this webtoon since it began, the creator is super cool and absolutely deserves more attention on their work. They're an extremely prolific comic creator with loads of work under their belt already, but Time & Time Again is their first Originals series on the platform. It unfortunately doesn't get advertised much by the platform but lemme tell you, it's one of the best out there if you're looking for a good series to binge and keep up with. It's literally a time-travelling vampire x werewolf duo going on wacky adventures through time, it's structured like those monster-of-the-week shows where every story arc is a new adventure and mystery to solve (but there's also an overarching plot that threads them together, much of it involving the main characters' angsty backstory >:3).

Also they're gay and their names are literally Adam and Steve (and iirc Steve is transmasc and Adam is non-binary !!). I don't think I have to even explain its appeal further than that , go read it LMAO And if you like it, please consider adding it to your list of books to order for your shelf!!! Deo has done a great job adapting it to print, and every book contains each story arc so rather than its seasons on WT being haphazardly divided into a limited amount of chapters, each book is cleanly organized into each adventure!

Time & Time Again is currently on hiatus, so fortunately the creator hasn't run into any issues like explodikid where they haven't been allowed to promote the books in their episodes... but that's simply because it hasn't been posting new episodes, so it remains to be seen if Deo will also face similar roadblocks. Hopefully Webtoons will have learned their lesson by that point, but until then, it's better safe than sorry to spread the word around now; and if you haven't heard of the series before, then now's your time to read it so you can catch up to it before it makes its return! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

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