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sylaurin · 3 months ago

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I actually wrote a thing! You might have seen a few lines from this in wip posts, but here's the whole thing!

In the rooftop gardens of the Ala Mhigan palace sits a red haired hyuran woman watching the sunset on this early spring evening. A woman who holds many titles; soldier, spy, assassin, diligent daughter, loving wife and now expected mother. Iskra eir Baelsar is lost in thought about that recent addition, unsure how to feel about it. She knows she should be happy, but she hadn't even dreamed of starting a family since hers was taken from her all those years ago.

“Thiago will be thrilled,” she thinks to herself, and smiles as she imagines how his face will look when she tells him. The emotions swelling inside cause her to bring her hands to her chest but once they do a realization hits. Lightly pressing against the scar tissue in the center of her chest, where she should feel a steady heartbeat is only a nearly imperceptible thrum of her adamantine heart. A constant reminder that there are people, even among those that she should count as allies, that would see her dead. People that wouldn't hesitate hurt her family, even children, just to get at her. While it would be painful to lose Thiago or Gaius or even Livia, they were all soldiers who know the risks and accept them willingly. Losing a child would be world ending.

A hand clasping her shoulder snaps Iskra back to reality with a start; she had not perceived the other woman’s approach. “Hey, Rat! I’ve called out to you several times now!” Livia snapped. “I know you’re good at ignoring me, but you’ve never let me sneak up on you like this before - especially without even trying.”

Iskra turns to see her younger, but much taller, Garlean sister, Livia sas Junius, looming over her with a puzzled expression on her face “Oh, hello Livia. Sorry, I guess I was more distracted than I thought.”

“What? No snappy come back or threats of violence? Are you feeling well?” Livia quips as she places her hand on Iskra’s forehead as if to check for a fever. “I heard you were at medical today.”

“Just a routine check-up.” Iskra taps her chest “Gotta make sure the ‘heart’ is still running right.” Not entirely a lie - but not the full reason she went to see the doctor today.

“And is it?” Livia asked, "You looked a bit troubled.”

“Oh yeah, doc says this thing will likely outlast me. I’ve just had a busy time getting ready for the VIP visit next week. I need to make sure the rebels don't try anything. You know how it is.” Again, not entirely a lie.

“If you say so.” Livia replies, not convinced but unwilling to press the matter. “Why are you out here instead of at home? Did Thiago finally come to his senses and toss you out?”

“Hah, you’d like that wouldn’t you? No, it’s his turn to host the weekly card game, and I wanted some quiet time. Plus, Rhitahtyn always accuses me of cheating by tipping off Thiago when I’m there.”

“Do you?” Livia raises an eyebrow

“Of course,” she smirked, “but he can’t prove it!”

Livia couldn’t help but laugh at the shamelessness of the response “As expected of a rat.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep howling, dog.” Iskra shot back with a chuckle.

As their laughter subsides Iskra turns back to the horizon to look over the city, a slightly melancholic expression comes across her face. “Do you ever think about leaving?”

“What, Ala Mhigo? Well, we won't be here forever. Eventually the Empire will have need of us to push out it's borders again,” Livia responds

“No, I mean the Empire.” Iskra clarifies

“What?!” Livia quickly turns to look at her sister, shocked at the question “Is this some kind of loyalty test? Planning to run to Gaius if I don't answer properly?” She squints her eyes at Iskra, looking for signs of deception.

“No. No tests. I'm not speaking as Iskra ‘spymaster of the XIVth legion’. I'm asking as your sister.” Iskra assures while still overlooking the city, not wanting to look directly at Livia.

“No,” Livia responded flatly. “I have no reason to want to. Gaius gave me a place and purpose in the XIVth, and nothing would make me throw that back in his face. Though,” she mused, “hypothetically, if he had reason to leave, then I would follow him. But! That's the only reason I would consider it.”

“Only for him, huh?” Iskra spoke softly to herself, barely above a whisper. It was the expected response to her question, but for some reason, it stung a little to hear.

“What was that?” Livia asks, not able to hear what Iskra had said.

“Oh! Nothing.” Iskra replies, shaking the line of thought from her head. “That's the response I expected from you. I know you'd never leave Gaius’ side for anything.”

“Fair is fair, rat. What about you? Thinking of running away?” Livia tosses the question back at Iskra.

“Me? Well, obviously, I wasn’t always part of the Empire, so I do on occasion wish I was back on the farm with my family. But that life was taken from me and, like you, Gaius gave me a new family in the XIVth. So, I’m sorry to say, you’re stuck with me.” Iskra answers with a smirk. The years of spycraft has made lying as easy as breathing, but was it a lie? She wasn’t certain yet, but she was certain that it’s something her and Thiago will have a very long discussion about.

As the last bit of sun disappears behind the distant mountains, the automatic lights in the garden flicker on. Iskra looks at her watch “Well, I better be getting home. I have another busy day tomorrow.” She stands, stretches her legs, and adjusts her jacket. “Have a good night, Livia.”

“Yeah, have a good night.”

As Iskra departs, Livia turns her attention back to the view of the city. “What an odd conversation.” she says to herself. A chill wind blows through the gardens, causing Livia to zip up her jacket fully. “Should probably get back inside before I'm the one in medical” she muses as she puts her hands in her jacket pockets and makes her way back inside the palace.

#ffxiv #oc: iskra eir baelsar #livia sas junius

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deusvervewrites · 8 months ago

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Saiyan: Hey, let me just drop this on you real quick. Mina had one last look at her internal diagnostics, just to be safe. Breathing normal, heartbeat back to acceptable levels, no hormonal glands going haywire on her... everything seemed alright, but medical checkups were always... hard, so she'd rather make sure.

"Ah, there you are!" She blinked, then looked down to meet the eyes of a certain blonde. "I was wondering where you went off to!"

"Oh, uh, hi Senpai!" She gave him a quick smile. "Did Midori send you or something?" He probably noticed her going off. Him or Inko-san. They have both been watching her like hawks ever since that... whole thing. Uh, the more recent one, that is.

"Not quite!" He replied to her smile with his own. "But someone DID want to talk to you!" He gestured further down where... oh. "I'll just leave you two to it!" With that, he left the room, leaving just her and Eri. The girl... didn't really say anything at first. Is... is she waiting for Mina to start? Or is she scared? She wouldn't blame her, somethi- someone like her going all out was... not the nicest thing to see. Mina shook her head, then crouched down. She made a few quick changes to her body as she did so, towering height decreasing and muscle melting away into something softer and cuddlier. "Hey there!" She smiled at her, tone quieter. "Did you want to see me?"

Eir blinked like she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. "...You came back."

"Well... you came to me, actually!"

"No, you- before, you promised you'd come back." She started trembling. "And after Overhaul made you go away, you came back from that, too."

"Well... yeah, I did! I promised, didn't I?" She... really shouldn't have let him get that hit, now that her head was a bit clearer. It's just... when she saw someone else who was just like Mas- like M- like... Ga... ra... ki... She couldn't think straight. "It's really hard to make me go away!" And, since it was somehow something she was worried about. "So, you better get used to me! 'Cause I'm not going anywhere!"

A white blur rushed into her, the impact barely registering. Mina froze, not... really sure what to do. After a while, she wrapped her hands around the smaller girl, using her tail to raise some of the white hair. "You have really pretty hair, you know that? How about we do something with it?" She didn't really know how to do stuff like this, but she figured Instant Expert would take care of that part. Eri didn't agree with words, but a small nod and her turning around was just as good. She started working, hands moving with muscle memory that wasn't there just a second ago. All the while, she curled her tail around the girl, turning the very tip of it into different things to distract her. After a while, she had an idea. It... will probably not work, but she might as well try. "Hey... can I ask you something?" She waited until the girl hummed in reply. "How many tiles did the ceiling have?" A gasp was enough to know she hit it on the head. With careful words, the smaller girl replied. "...Four tens. And five more." Mina hummed, her hands stopping for a moment. "...Mine had six tens." Counting them was the only thing she could do on that table. ...At least, after she figured out how to turn off her pain receptors...

#asks #saiyan au #au fic

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lemonnsss · 10 months ago

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Moral of the Story: Chapter 9

A/N: Sorry I took so long posting this, a family friend got diagnosed with terminal cancer and my grandpa died soooo… coping with humor right now.

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Steve and I walked onto the bridge. Three people stood out, with no sign of Tony.

"I see you found the runaway," the red-haired woman spoke.

"They weren't too far off. Only the other side of the plane." Steve replied, an air of laughter in his voice

"Well, it wasn't intentional," I said, perhaps a bit too defensively.

"At least I'm not the only one getting lost." A brunette man commented.

"Guess not. Oh- I'm Mr. Stark's secretary, Mx. Eirsson, Kyrie Eirsson."

"Eir? So you are a healer, no?" The tall blonde said expectantly.

"No, not really." I'm starting this off with a lie, lovely.

"Ledan Eirsson, I am Thor, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard." He extended his hand, a warm smile on his face.

"Prince...?" I worriedly glanced at Steve.

I looked back when Prince Sunshine over there started laughing, "Yes, although I would prefer if you called me Thor, just Thor."

"Pleasure to meet you, Thor."

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder, "That's Natasha," he gestured to the redhead which she promptly responded to with a curt smile, "she doesn't talk much."

And then there was one. He didn't notice until Natasha nudged him in the side.

"Oh, um. I'm Dr. Banner."

"Pleasure to meet'cha, Doc." A sound came from under the table, Steve quickly found a tablet with what seemed to be live footage from Loki's cage.

By the time I heard the first comprehendible piece of what Fury was saying my attention was grabbed by the hatch underneath Loki's cage being opened.

"Thirty-thousand feet down in a steel trap. You get how that works?" Fury closes the hatch with a press of a button on the control panel.

Fury outstretched his arm, gesturing to Loki, "Ant," then pointing to the control panel, "boot."

Loki smirked, "It's an impressive cage." he looked into the camera, "Not built, I think, for me."

"Built for something a lot stronger than you."

"Oh, I've heard."

The doctor seemed very tense, for what reason- I didn't know.

"The mindless beast, makes play he's still a man." Loki sauntered towards the camera, "How desperate are you that you call upon such lost creatures to defend you?"

“How desperate am I?” Fury set a hand on his hip, agitation growing in his voice, “You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can’t hope to control. You talk about peace and you kill ‘cause it’s fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did.”

“Ooh. It burns you to come so close.” Loki began taunting Fury, “To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power.” Loki smirked into the camera, “And for what? A warm light for all mankind to share, and then to be reminded what real power is.”

Fury forced a smile, “Well, let me know if ‘Real Power’ wants a magazine or something.”

Our room falls into an uncomfortable silence.

Fury walked away saying, “Well, let me know if ‘Real Power’ wants a magazine or something.”

“He really grows on you, doesn’t he?”

"Loki's gonna drag this out. So, Thor, what’s his play?”

Thor seemed distant as he responded, “He has an army called the Chitauri. They are not of Asgard or of any world known.” The Prince walked back to the table, “He means to lead them against your people. They will win him the earth. In return, I suspect for the Tesseract.”

“An army? From outer space?” Steve seemed to question what the fuck he’d been dragged into.

“He’s building another portal. That’s what he needs Erik Selvig for.”

Erik who?

“Selvig?” Why does Thor recognize this guy's name?

“He’s an astrophysicist.” The doctor explained.

“He’s a friend.” Thor asserted.

“Loki has him under some kind of spell, ”Natasha looked away, “along with one of ours.”

She really does speak. More importantly, she’s familiar with the agent Loki brainwashed.

“I wanna know why Loki let us take him.”

“I don't think we should be focusing on Loki. That guy's brain is a bag full of cats, you could smell crazy on him.” Banner was pushing it.

“Have care how you speak.” Thor said, anger rising in his voice, “Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard, and he's my brother.”

So the Prince is a himbo with a temper, good to know.

“He killed eighty people in two days.” Oh.

“...He's adopted.” Ah, yes. That changes everything.

“Does he pose any threat? Just because he’s in a cage doesn’t mean he’s harmless.” I didn’t know if I’d just asked a dumbass question but it’s better to ask than have that as an unknown variable.

“No. There’s no way out from the inside, besides that, it’s built to withstand more than he can throw at it.” Natasha answered, seemingly knowing more than the rest.

“Iridium, what did they need Iridium for?”

Tony walked in, “It’s a stabilizing agent. Oh, Kyrie, been lookin’ for ‘ya.”

“Hey, Tony. Coulson?!” I got up and walked over to them, a beaming smile plastered on my face, “I had no idea you’d be here!”

Phil placed a hand on my shoulder, “I would have let you know if I had a way to contact you.”

“Guess I’m chopped liver.” Tony feigned hurt, before whispering the next bit, “Anyways, I’ll fly you there. Keep the love alive.” He spoke at full volume again, “Means the portal won't collapse on itself, like it did at SHIELD. No hard feelings, Point Break. You've got a mean swing. Also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Loki wants.”

Tony walked over to what I can assume is Fury’s position on the Bridge, “Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the topsails.” The crew looked at Tony like he’d grown a second head, “That man is playing GALAGA! Thought we wouldn't notice. But we did.” Tony covered one eye and looked around, “How does Fury do this?”

“He turns.” A female agent responded.

I looked at Phil, a light whisper escaping my lips, “Who is she?”

He leaned in, “That’s Agent Hill, sh’s Fury’s right hand.”

“Mhm… thank you.” I gave him a small smile.

Coulson grinned in response, “Never a problem.”

“Well, that sounds exhausting,” Tony said in the most annoying voice he could get away with. “Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty much easily. Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube.”

Agent Hill spoke again, “When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?”

“Last night.” That I could attest to, “The packet, Selvig's notes, the Extraction Theory papers.” It’s always funny when Tony speaks seriously, most of the time I forget he’s a genius, “Am I the only one who did the reading?”

“No, you made me read them too.” I said with a pointed tone.

“Anyone else?” Tony said practically ignoring my comment.

“Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?”

“He's got to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier.“

Ah, yes, words.

“Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect.”

“Well, if he could do that he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet.”

Wow, those two were made for each other.

“Finally, someone who speaks English.”

Steve looked around, “Is that what happened?”

Tony and the doctor shook hands, “It's good to meet you, Dr. Banner. Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

Banner looked down, “Thanks.”

“Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube. I was hoping you might join him.” Fury says as he walks in.

“Let's start with that stick of his. It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.” Steve had an obvious bias and curiosity.

“I don't know about that, but it is powered by the cube. And I'd like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys.”

“Monkeys? I do not understand-”

“-I do. I understood that reference.” Thor was cut off by Steve, obviously excited by the fact he understood some of our jargon.

“Shall we play, Doctor?” Tony asked.

“Let’s play some.” Banner responded.

After I waved to Phil I followed Tony and the doctor out of the bridge, hoping to not get lost again.

I had been sitting in a spare chair in the “Science Bro’s” lab for what felt like an eternity. Man, I regret not taking advanced science courses in uni.

“The gamma readings are definitely consistent with Selvig's reports on the Tesseract. But it's gonna take weeks to process.” Bruce, as I had learned, said.

“If we bypass their mainframe and direct a reroute to the Homer cluster, we can clock this around six hundred teraflops.” Tony replied.

The two of them had gotten into a groove. The sounds of the machines whirring in the background made great background noise, so I couldn’t really complain.

“All I packed was a toothbrush.”

“You know, you should come by Stark Towers sometime. Top ten floors, all R&D. You'd love it, it's candy land.”

“Thanks, but the last time I was in New York I kind of broke...Harlem.”

“Well, I promise a stress-free environment. No tension. No surprises.” Tony said as he poked Bruce with a mini-taser.

“OW!!”

Tony studied Bruce for a reaction, “Nothing?”

Steve walked in, “Hey! Are you nuts?”

Tony ignored Steve,” You really have got a lid on it, haven't you? What's your secret? Mellow jazz? Bongo drums? Huge bag of weed?”

“Is everything a joke to you?”

“Funny things are.”

“Threatening the safety of everyone on this ship isn't funny.” OH, HE DID NOT, “No offense, doctor.”

“No, it's alright. I wouldn't have come aboard if I couldn't handle pointy things.” God bless Dr. Bruce Banner.

“You're tiptoeing, big man. You need to strut.”

“As someone who used to work with far more dangerous people, and teach them too. I concur.”

“Kyrie?” Steve sounded surprised, “And you need to focus on the problem, Mr. Stark.”

“You think I'm not?” Tony pulled out a bag of blueberries from god knows where. “Why did Fury call us and why now? Why not before? What isn't he telling us? I can't do the equation unless I have all the variables.”

“You think Fury's hiding something?”

“He's a spy. Captain, he's the spy. His secrets have secrets. It's bugging him too, isn't it?”

“Can’t argue with Tony this time.”

“Uh...I just wanna finish my work here and…” Bruce fell silent.

“Doctor?”

“‘A warm light for all mankind’ Loki’s jab at Fury about the cube.”

“I heard it.”

“Well, I think that was meant for you. Even if Barton didn't post that all over the news.”

“The Stark Tower? That big ugly,” Tony shoots Steve a glare, “...building in New York?”

“It's powered by Stark Reactors, a self-sustaining energy source. That building will run itself for what, a year?” Bruce turned to Tony.

“That's just the prototype. I'm kind of the only name in clean energy right now.”

Bruce looked back at Steve while pointing to Tony, “So, why didn't SHIELD bring him in on the Tesseract project? I mean, what are they doing in the energy business in the first place?”

“I should probably look into that once my decryption programmer finishes breaking into all of SHIELD's secure files,” Tony mentions offhandedly.

Steve looked shocked, “I'm sorry, did you say...?”

I let out a breathy laugh, “Yup, it’s at least a weekly occurrence.”

“Jarvis has been running it since I hit the bridge. In a few hours we'll know every dirty secret SHIELD has ever tried to hide. Blueberry?”

“Yet you're confused about why they didn't want you around?”

“Oh, no. He’s fully aware, he just finds it funny.”

“An intelligence organization that fears intelligence? Historically, not awesome.”

“I think Loki's trying to wind us up. This is a man who means to start a war, and if don't stay focused, he'll succeed. We have orders, we should follow them.”

“Following is not really my style.” Tony ate a mouthful of blueberries.

“And you're all about style, aren't you?” Steve said, smiling.

“Of the people in this room, which one is; A. wearing a spangly outfit, and B. not of use?” Tony retorted.

“Steve, tell me none of this smells a little funky to you?” Banner tried to push Steve to think.

“Just find the cube.” Steve said before he walked out.

“Well, that went splendidly.” I laughed from my seat. The benefits of being a third party.

“That's the guy my dad never shut up about? Wondering if they shouldn't have kept him on ice.” Tony looked over at me only to be met with a glare.

“The guy's not wrong about Loki. He does have the jump on us.”

“What he’s got is an ACME dynamite kit. It's gonna blow up in his face, and I'm gonna be there when it does.”

“And I’ll read all about it.”

“Uh-uh. You’ll be suiting up like the rest of us.”

“Ah, see. I don't get a suit of armor. I'm exposed, like a nerve. It's a nightmare.”

“You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart.”

“And I knew a kid who could turn himself into a nuke.” Both of the men in the room looked at me, confusion written all over their faces.

“O-kay? Moving on. But you can control it.”

“Because I learned how.”

“It's different.”

“It doesn’t have to be. Not forever at least.” I tried to add, though they seemed to be stuck in their own world again.

“Hey, I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should have killed you.”

“So you're saying that the Hulk... the other guy... saved my life? That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what?”

A moment passed, “I guess we’ll find out.”

“You might not like that.” Banner sounded scared, scared of himself and scared of whoever the ‘other guy’ was.

“You just might.” I trained Tony well.

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gender-jargon · 1 year ago

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[Image ID: the Trinteri pride flag by Gent of Gender-Jargon. The Trinteri flags consists of three down-pointing chevrons of the same size, with negative space above, between and to the left and right bottom corner of the flag. The top negative space is very light green. The left-botton negative space is very light pink. The right-bottom negative space is very light blue. The chevrons from top to bottom are indigo, grey and teal with very very light grey space in between. ./. End ID]

Trinteri: a gender amidst the Gender Trinary; a gender that is centered in the middle of the Male-Female-Neutrois trinary.

[PT: Trinteri: a gender admist the Gender Trinary; a gender that is centered in the middle of the Male-Female-Neutrois trinary. ./. End PT]

Etymology

[PT: Etymology ./. End ID]

From Latin, "Tri-", a prefix meaning "Three" + "Inter" meaning "Between" + "-i", an English neologistic suffix indicating genderness. Literally "between the three". Coined by Gent (Gender-Jargon) (link) in March 2024.

Elaboration

[PT: Elaboration ./. End ID]

Trinteri was created as a result of this post (link) by @your-bigender-big-brother (link). The post posed the question, "what gender quality is right in the center of the trinary?". Most replied, including myself, neutrangity, while others cited epicenity or neutrœmmity, but the more I thought about it, the more I began to feel like these suggested designations were only approximate and didn't quite get to the root of the question.

As Stormy said emself in eir essay (link) ey wrote, the Gender Trinary contains qualities aside from masculinity, femininity and androgyny. Aside from these three, some others are effeminacy, femmulinity, epicenity, neutrommity, neutremmity, neutrœmmity, gynxemity, androxulinity, gyndroxity, neutrangity, tomboyishness and janegirlishness, to name a couple. This got me thinking, which lead me to coin Trinteri as a centrigender that includes the entire Gender Trinary.

Here is the graphic that Stormy included with eir question, which I edited to add Trinteri in the center for reference:

[Image Id: a graphical representation of the Gender Trinary. It is a down-pointing triangle with the left corner labeled "masculine", the right corner labeled "feminine" and the downward-facing point labeled "neutral". Between masculine and feminine, feminine and neutral and masculine and neutral are double-pointing arrows. In the left corner, there is a point labeled "Man". In the right corner, there is a point labeled "Woman". In the downward-facing point, there is a point labeled "Neutrois". Between "Man" and "Woman" is a point labeled "Androgyne". Between "Neutrois" and "Man" is a point labeled "Neutromme". Between "Neutrois" and "Woman" is a point labeled "Neutremme". In the very center, circled and pointed to by a large arrow is a point labeled "Trinteri", which is located at the very center of the diagram. ./. End ID]

I propose the term trinterinity to refer to the quality of gender that is located in the very center of the Gender Trinary. I would be very interested to hear about Stormy's thoughts on this post to see if ey agree, if I missed the mark or if ey have any other kind of feedback for me.

Trinteri is can be considered a midtrinary aporagender. Trinteri is:

a single, specific non-binary identity.

located in the very center of the Gender Trinary of Male-Female-Neutrois.

a centrigender of all trinary gender qualities.

[PT: a single, specific non-binary identity. located in the very center of the Gender Trinary of Male-Female-Neutrois. a centrigender of all trinary gender qualities. ./. End PT]

Trinteri is quite similar to, but distinct from Neutrangi, Neutrœmme and Epicene:

[PT: Trinteri is quite similar to, but distinct from Neutrangi, Neutroemme and Epicene: ./. End PT]

Neutrangi

[PT: Neutrangi ./. End PT]

Neutrangi and Trinteri are both in between Male, Female (rationalized as Androgyne) and Gender-Neutral, but Trinteri is also centered/in between all other trinary genders.

Neutrœmme

[PT: Neutroemme ./. End PT]

Neutrœmme and Trinteri are both in between Male, Female (rationalized as Femache) and Gender-Neutral, but is also centered/in between all other trinary genders.

Epicene

[PT: Epicene ./. End ID]

Epicene is a gender related to Male-Female indeterminance, having characteristics of both Maleness and Femaleness and/or having no characteristics indicative of Maleness or Femaleness. Epicene is a relatively complicated identity, as it can be considered masculine, feminine, androgynous, neutral and a sort of genderless all-in-one.

Both Trinteri and Epicene encompass experiences of masculinity, femininity, androgyny and neutrality, but Trinteri involves all other trinary identities as well. Trinteri is explicitly a centrigender, where as Epicene is generally considered not to be. Epicene is definitively indeterminate with regards to the Male-Female binary, but Trinteri may or may not be indeterminate in it's nature.

Pride Flag

[PT: Pride Flag ./. End PT]

The Trinteri pride flag was created by the coiner at the same time of the term (Gent, GJ, 3/24). The flag consists of three down-pointing chevrons of the same size, with negative space above, between chevrons and to the left and right bottom corner of the flag. The top negative space is very light green. The left-botton negative space is very light pink. The right-bottom negative space is very light blue. The chevrons from top to bottom are indigo, grey and teal with very light grey in between. The colors have the following meanings:

The very light-green negative space represents neutrinity.

The very light-pink negative space represents femininity.

The very light-blue negative space represents masculinity.

The purple chevron represents androgyny.

The grey chevron represents neutremmity.

The teal chevron represents neutrommity.

The very light grey negative space between the chevrons represents the center of the Gender Trinary.

[PT: The very light-green negative space represents neutrinity. The very light-pink negative space represents femininity. The very light-blue negative space represents masculinity. The purple chevron represents androgyny. The grey chevron represents neutremmity. The teal chevron represents neutrommity. The very light grey negative space between the chevrons represents the center of the Gender Trinary. ./. End PT]

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eirlys-ghoulettes-world · 4 months ago

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Welcome to my blog! ✿

My name is Eirlys, but everyone calls me mostly Eir or Sprout. I'm a Quintessence and Earth hybrid, but I'm mostly Earth, the only Quint thing I can do is healing.

I was summoned accidentally, as Frater Copia had told me, but they didn't want to risk sending me back.

Anyways.. I hope we'll get to know eachother better!

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🌿 Pronouns: She/Her

Some informations of Eirlys:

🌿 name: Eirlys

🌿 Nicknames: Eir, Sprout, Sproutling.. Anything nature related that can refer to her youth, really.

🌿 Element: Earth/Quintessence

🌿 Age: 11 in human years.

Some informations about admin:

🌿 Name: Etta / Moon

🌿 Pronouns: She/They

🌿 Age: 21 (Minors can interact with me, just don't be weird please.)

🌿 Some information: I'm working a full-time job, so I'm not always online or in the mood to reply. Don't take it to the heart, please, I love everyone.

Alright, that's everything for now. Feel free to interact with me, send asks and stuff. Likes and follows will come from @phantom-ghouls-world !

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castielsnutrag · 9 months ago

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hey parasites

I'm a lot late to the intro post but it's the thought that counts 🤩

I'm Billy, you can call me by my username or something else but don't be weird about it. I go by he/they pronouns, I also really like ey/em/eirs prns but you can call me anything but she/her

I AM A MINOR GUYS PLEASE DON'T BE WEIRD-

asexual, biromantic, and transgender

Interests:

Tf2, bg3, Percy Jackson, LOTR, objectified, good omens, ofmd, Beetlejuice, Deadpool, X-Men 97, the Hobbit, Stephen King, into the spiderverse/across the spiderverse, dungeon meshi, hard lacquer, watchmen, wild Kratts, Pokemon (only indigo I never watched the other ones), Rocky horror picture show, dinosaurs, criminal minds, forensic sciences

DNI:

Of you support any of the following and message me, I either won't reply or block you.

pedophilia, nazis, ableism, racism, homophobia, sexism, misogyny, transphobia, terfs, any kind of proshipping or proshipping enthusiasts, incest, and especially people who ship the afton siblings with the other siblings like dog... GET OUT

I'm fine with adults talking to me but if it gets weird it's an instant block and report. ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

I love to draw and stuff so I would love to draw anything you want, it can be your oc, your favorite character, a ship you like (as long as it isn't weird) so if you send me an ask or a dm I'll probably send a drawing back to you! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

I think I've only posted a little bit of art on here but you can use what little I have as a reference to see what the drawing will look like style-wise.

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primordial-blessings · 12 days ago

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Ask Call!

I want to send out Eir and Calyx for asks! Feel free to reply or reblog this post to let me know if you'd like an ask! Don't hesitate to DM me if you'd like me to send something specific. Otherwise, I'll plan to review any ask hints you have!

"Hehe, it'll be nice to make some new friends!"

"...it wouldn't hurt to see what pokemon in other worlds are doing."

#ooc #mod talks #I have some upcoming posts planned but feel free to send me an ask as well!

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umbralsound-xiv · 10 months ago

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Prompt #16 - Third Rate

Character: Eir Age: 86 Location: Nagxia Outskirts, 1547 Sixth Astral Era Warnings: None

The uniform was ill fitting, hanging uncomfortably from his shoulders in an awkward between size that left it a little longer than he'd have liked it to. He mutely wonders if he's the first to wear it, or if some unfortunate soul before him donned it before something... Happened.

He tries not to think about it too much. Nor to look upon the many, many others gathered in some mute procession, instead staring at the floor. He'd not even been given a helmet, not even after they'd cut his hair to a length they'd deemed acceptable enough.

At least, longer than most. He wagers the barber had deemed him a woman, and at least allowed him to retain some semblance of femininity. He wasn't in any hurry to correct her. Or to speak to anyone. He stares at the shape of the shadow beside him; large enough to blot out the sun. He'd hoped he could hide in it, become invisible, somehow.

The shadow belonged to that of Blind Ox; The man who he'd already had so much to thank for, he thought, for at least not letting him be shot in the face not all too long ago. He steals a glance up, terror in his eyes, only to be returned with a small, comforting smile from the larger man. If he could remain with Ox, things would be at least easier to manage, he hoped.

But any semblance of calm Eir had managed to find in the moment is dismissed by the sound of a cry of absolute fury, as a woman in the crowd makes a beeline for him, fists raised.

"[TRAITOR!]" She screams. Eir is too stunned, too surprised to dodge fully, her hand clipping him in the cheek as he's almost pummeled to the ground, managing to backstep in the nick of time. The word she screams at him is spoken in a tongue so old it takes him a moment to realise what she'd said. The air leaves his lungs as he stares to her, terrified; he'd already put his hands up to indicate he hadn't wanted to fight.

She was a Viera, just like him. They were a rare breed anywhere in the world, much less conscripted. But men like himself were rarer still. He doesn't dare reply.

"[YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE TO PROTECT US! WHERE WERE YOU? WHERE WERE YOU!?]" Several people are now holding her back; Ox's looming shadow not far from his side, still. Eir was certain he'd never met this woman before in his life, but there was still a pang of... Something. Guilt?

He was supposed to be a Wood Warder. To protect the forest. To protect his people. Tears had formed in the corners of his eyes, though any sound or words he'd speak sticks neatly in the pit of his throat, too shaken to respond. The woman is dragged away, but the mute sting of the bruise she'd left him is enough of a reminder of the encounter.

He'd have been a poor wood warder even had he remained. He knew that well enough.

And likely, he wasn't about to be much better of a soldier, too.

#FFXIVWrite #FFXIVWrite2024 #Muse: [Eir]#Chapter: [Grace Nor Glory]#FFXIV #IC #Writing

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