#ki-binary

[that-wizard-oki]

The Fanciful Fairy Kei Pack released today!!!! This was a pack idea/theme i pitched at the end of last year, which was incredibly exciting for me!! To celebrate it's release, I wanted to share one of my animations I did for the mount, a cutesy crescent moon with some star friends that follow you along :3 it was the only item I personally got to work on for the pack, all other items/art/anims were done by other artists on our team!

In general been trying to be an advocate for more like... Wizard-y gear, as i feel we've strayed away from that style of gear and i MISS IT :(( I also felt Lolita/kawaii j-fashion in general could really fit into the wizard aesthetic... it also helps that I'm a bit of a fan of the fashion style myself hehe :'D also it was a fun work around so boys can now kind of wear pink thru this pack! And also a dress if they so choose!

Anywho. I know this pack was highly anticipated so I really hope everyone enjoys it as much as I did when i was pitching it!!!! :D

[sw5w]

And Draw Out the Queen's Attacker

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:34:27

[ghostedbyalex]

jealous suits you | bucky barnes x reader

summary: Gossip has it that Bucky Barnes is single—and closer than he should be to another woman. But you don't share what's yours. | warnings: (+18), smut, jealousy, possessive behavior, emotional vulnerability, domestic intimacy, non-binary reader, canon divergence "thunderbolts" (contain spoilers).| words: 2.163k

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You stare at your phone screen, the glow harsh against your face in the dim corridor of the elevator. The headline blinks back at you: “Is Bucky Barnes Off the Market? New Flame Rumors Spark After Spotted With Melissa Gold Again!” Another ping. Another article. Another picture. You don’t even bother reading the captions anymore. They all blur into the same narrative — “eligible bachelor,” “lingering glances,” “something brewing?” It doesn’t matter that you know the truth. Doesn’t matter that you’ve been waking up next to him for months. That his dog adores you. That he once cried in your arms after a mission gone wrong and whispered, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” None of it matters when the world doesn’t see you. When they write you out like you don’t exist. Like he’s still waiting for someone.

The elevator dings. You step out. Your keys rattle in your hand as you unlock the door to your shared apartment, jaw tight, breath shallow. Inside, the lights are low. Bucky's jacket is slung over the back of the couch, his boots abandoned by the door. The TV hums quietly with some news channel playing reruns of today's announcements. He’s seated at the dining table, elbows propped, fingers tangled in his hair. Papers spread around him. His phone, face-down. A coffee mug — cold and forgotten. He looks up when he hears you. Eyes a little tired, beard a little overgrown. Still beautiful. Still yours. “You’re home,” he says, voice warm, but edged with exhaustion. You don’t answer right away. You drop your bag, walk toward him, slow and steady. He watches you approach, something flickering in his eyes. You see the moment he notices the tension in your jaw. The way your fingers curl into your palm. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

You stop in front of him, standing between his knees. “You tell me,” you say quietly. “Something you want to confess, Barnes?” His brow furrows. “What are you talking about?” You reach down, take his phone from the table, and flip it over. “Melissa Gold?” You press it into his palm. “Is that the narrative now?” He blinks, surprised — then sighs, leans back in his chair, dragging a hand over his face. “Oh. That crap. Again?” Again. Like it’s nothing. You lean forward, placing your hands on his thighs, squeezing them with just enough pressure to make him look at you. “You might be too tired to care about rumors,” you murmur, voice low, “but I’m not. And if the world needs reminding, maybe you do too.” His lips part — to protest? Apologize? You don’t give him the chance. You straddle him in one swift move, your knees tightening around his hips. He exhales hard against your mouth when you kiss him, slow but heavy. Possessive. “Y/N,” he breathes, hands coming to your waist, grounding, trembling. “Wait—what are you—”

“Reminding you,” you whisper, grinding your hips into him deliberately, “that you’re not on the market.” You feel him harden beneath you, his fingers tightening reflexively. You bite his bottom lip — not enough to hurt, just to make a point — then kiss down his jaw, your voice a husky whisper against his skin. “You’re mine, James Buchanan Barnes. And I don’t share.” He groans your name, pulling you closer, hungry now — and you let him. Because this? This is where he remembers. Not from headlines or PR lies. But from the press of your body, the nails on his shoulders, the way you ride him slow and deep until he forgets every name but yours.

Bucky’s hands grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear — as if you’re the only real thing left in a world spinning too fast. You can feel the tension leave his shoulders slowly, replaced by a different kind of heat as your lips trail down the column of his neck. “You really think I’d look at anyone else?” he asks, his voice rasped, barely above a breath, like he’s afraid to break the moment. You don’t answer — not with words. You shift, grinding against the hardness straining in his jeans, your breath catching at the friction. He groans, deep and guttural, his fingers digging into your waist as his head tips back against the chair.

Your hands find the hem of his shirt, and with one tug, you pull it up — over his head, off his arms. The fabric hits the floor, forgotten. Your eyes rake over him. The scars, the muscle, the story his body tells — a story only you get to read like this. “You’re mine,” you repeat, slower this time, each word a deliberate vow. You lean down and press your lips to the center of his chest. “No matter what they say.” He cups your face, his metal thumb stroking your cheek. “Always,” he says, voice cracking with it. “I don’t care what they print. I care about this. You.” You roll your hips again, slower now, deliberately cruel — drawing a hiss from his lips. “Then prove it.”

The chair scrapes back as he suddenly stands, lifting you with him — your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. The papers scatter to the floor as he plants you down on the kitchen table, lips crashing into yours like he’s starving for you. “Don’t ever doubt it,” he growls into your mouth. Your shirt’s off before you can even breathe. His mouth is on your chest, your stomach, his teeth scraping possessively across your skin like he wants to leave a trail. A map. A claim. You thread your fingers into his hair, tugging just enough to make him moan. “You’re not allowed to be pretty in paparazzi pictures with other people.” He chuckles — dark and hoarse — between kisses down your body. “Jealous?” “Deadly.”

He looks up at you through thick lashes, pupils blown wide, jaw tight. “Good.” You gasp as he sinks to his knees on the kitchen tiles, dragging your underwear down with aching slowness. His hands part your thighs, spreading you open like a prayer. “This is mine,” he murmurs, voice reverent and filthy all at once. “No cameras. No rumors. Just this.” And then his mouth is on you — hot, skilled, relentless. The table shakes under you. Your hand slaps against it for balance, the other fisting his hair as you arch into the wet heat of his tongue, the low growl vibrating through your core. He worships you there like he needs to make you forget every headline. Every doubt. You come apart like a wave crashing, his name spilling from your lips in broken, desperate gasps.

But he doesn’t stop. When he finally rises, his lips glisten and his eyes are heavy with need. He unbuttons his jeans with one hand, never breaking eye contact. “I want you to scream it,” he rasps. “That you’re mine. That no one else gets to have this. Gets to see you like this.”

You bite your lip, your chest heaving. “Then fuck me like you mean it.” And he does. Right there, on the damn kitchen table — papers and coffee mugs forgotten, the TV muttering nonsense in the background. The only truth in the room is the sound of your moans, the rhythm of your bodies, and the way Bucky clutches you like you're home. Because you are. You push him back by the chest, firm and commanding. “Sit,” you order, voice low, breathless but steady.

Bucky obeys without hesitation, stumbling slightly as he drops back into the chair. His pupils are blown wide, chest rising in quick, shallow bursts, lips parted like he’s already begging. You climb into his lap again, slower this time, deliberate. You reach between you both, grip his length through the undone denim, and watch him shudder. Only you can do this to him. Only your touch makes his jaw clench like that. Only your voice, thick with heat and purpose, makes him forget every command he’s ever taken — because now he only answers to you. You free him from his jeans with a flick of your wrist, letting your fingers wrap around him, guiding him to your entrance with a smirk that feels like fire. When you sink down onto him, his hands shoot to your hips with a bruising grip, a strangled curse falling from his lips.

But you don’t move yet. You stay seated deep, walls pulsing around him, your hands on his chest, holding him still as he trembles beneath you. “You feel that?” you whisper, leaning close enough to brush your lips along his ear. “No one else gets this. No one else can make you fall apart like I do.” He groans your name, hips twitching up, desperate for friction. But you hold him down.

“Say it,” you demand, rolling your hips once — slow, dragging. His head falls back, teeth grit. “Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” he gasps, voice wrecked, eyes wild. “Fuck, Y/N—please.” You start to ride him then — a steady, grinding rhythm that builds with every bounce of your hips, every needy moan that slips from his throat. His hands clutch at your thighs like you’re all he has left to hold onto. Your name is a litany on his tongue — no title, no pretense, just raw, open devotion. “You think Melissa Gold could do this?” you pant, grinding down with delicious pressure. “Think she could make you beg like this?” “No,” he chokes, completely undone. “Only you. Only ever you.”

Your pace quickens, pleasure twisting tight in your core, his nails digging into your skin, bodies moving in perfect sync — frantic, desperate, right on the edge of breaking. And when you both fall, it’s not quiet. It’s a cry, a claim, a collapse. He spills into you with a groan that sounds like surrender, like worship. And you hold him close through it — forehead to forehead, breath to breath — until your bodies still and the world goes quiet again.

You don’t move for a long time. Just stay there, tangled, claimed, whole. Because in this moment — messy, breathless, intense — he doesn’t belong to the rumors, or the headlines, or the world. He belongs to you. Your breath is still uneven when you finally ease off his lap, careful, tender. The room is warm with the scent of sweat, the hum of the fridge, the soft thrum of your heart slowing back to its rhythm. Bucky exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years.

You reach for the kitchen towel draped on the counter and hand it to him with a small smile. He chuckles, breathless, rubbing a hand over his face. “That was…” You settle beside him, one thigh pressed to his, your arm resting over his shoulders. “Necessary,” you finish for him. He nods, but there’s something behind his eyes — not lust now, but weariness. Old shadows rising again. “I hate that you had to see that stuff online,” he says finally, voice rough. “I hate that it got to you.” You’re quiet for a second, watching the way his gaze drops to the floor like he can’t bear to meet yours.

“It wasn’t just the photos,” you admit, fingers brushing lightly over his metal hand. “It’s that they still don’t know. About us. About what we have. Like… I’m invisible in your life.” His brow furrows. “That’s not true.” “I know,” you say, softly. “But it feels true, sometimes. And it messes with my head. Makes me wonder if it’s easier for you that way — to pretend we don’t exist, so you don’t have to defend it.”

Bucky turns toward you, fast. “No. No, Y/N—don’t ever think that.” He takes your face in his hands, warm and cold, flesh and steel. “You’re the only part of this life that makes sense. The rest of it — the noise, the press, the expectations — none of it matters. You matter.” Your chest tightens, and your throat threatens to close, but you hold his gaze. “Then let them know,” you whisper. “Let the world know I exist.” There’s a long beat. And then he nods. “You got your phone?” he asks. You blink. “Yeah?”

“Then pick your favorite picture of us,” he says, lips lifting at one corner. “And let’s show them who I belong to.” You scroll through your gallery, heart thudding as you find it: a photo from a lazy morning on the couch, your head tucked under his chin, his arm wrapped tight around you, both of you wearing sleepy smiles and mismatched pajamas. He’s kissing the top of your head, and you’re laughing — soft and free. You add a caption.

-yn.ln just a reminder that bucky barnes is very much taken — by someone who isn’t a headline. 🤍 You tag him. Bucky watches as you hit post, then pulls you back into his lap, holding you like he has no plans of ever letting go. “Think they’ll get the message?” you ask. He grins against your temple. “I think they just did.”

[genderkoolaid]

More evidence of FTM people in history!!!

"In fact, individuals living outside of the gender binary were heavily involved and associated with the cult of Inanna, and her cult members and priests were known for their androgyny and blurring or destroying the gender binary. The gender-blurring members of her cult have often been included in poems and dedications written for her, often with Inanna personally transforming the gender of her devotees. One such example is the pilipili, a group of cultic performers in Inanna’s Sumerian festivals. The name pilipili is referenced within Passionate Inanna (80-90) in relation to an individual named pilipili who is transformed by Inanna. They are raised as a woman, the Sumerian for young woman (ki-sikil) being used to describe them, and Inanna blesses them, handing them a spear ‘as if she were a man’ and renames them ‘pilipili’. From this point forward they are referred to as ‘the transformed pilipili’. We cannot know for sure what the word ‘transformation’ means in this context, and especially since Sumerian did not use gendered pronouns it is difficult to reconstruct the exact meaning, but one interpretation is that through the blessings of Inanna, the pilipili transitioned into a man. Even if Sumerian did not use gendered pronouns, the possible phallic connotations of the word ‘spear’ add more weight to this theory.

I've only ever heard people talk about the gala when it comes to Inanna's trans worshippers, so I am delighted to hear there's evidence of some kind of FTM equivalent! (& if anyone's interested in this subject, there's also this quote which makes mention of FTM devotees of Aphrodite/us on Cyrpus as well)

Transmasculinity is divine too. Transmasculinity had its place in history too.

[cineatroz]

INTRODUCING : HYEONI ૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ྀིა

ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ resemblance claim ۪ ֹ ᮫ wonyoung is only a part of my resemblance claim i love u wony

ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ birthname ۪ ֹ ᮫ Kim Chaehyeon (김채현) ⤷ english name : Reese Kim ⤷ nicknames : yeoni, nini, snoopy, nemo, yeonchae, jelly/jelli ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ stage name ۪ ֹ ᮫ Hyeoni (현이) ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ birthdate ۪ ֹ ᮫ December 10th, 2005 ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ nationality ۪ ֹ ᮫ Korean ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ fluent languages ۪ ֹ ᮫ Korean (native), Japanese (fluent), English (semi fluent), Spanish (semi fluent) ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ gender identity ۪ ֹ ᮫ girl/boy flux; non-binary ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ pronouns ۪ ֹ ᮫ they/them

ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ group(s) ۪ ֹ ᮫ ENHYPEN (2020-present); AngelMix (set to debut in 2025) ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ positions ۪ ֹ ᮫ ⤷ en- : main dancer (shared w ni-ki), maknae, lyricist, choreographer ⤷ AM : leader, main vocalist, lyricist, maknae (depends on who i add since im not done scripting..) ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ personal fandom ۪ ֹ ᮫ hyelights (hyeoni x highlights) ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ representative emoji/animal ۪ ֹ ᮫ 🦢 (tho all of the members argue im more of a bunny) ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ training period ۪ ֹ ᮫ 1 year, 4 months

ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ best friends ۪ ֹ ᮫ natsuki/tsuki saito (scripted irl friend), aespa’s ningning & karina, txt’s beomgyu & taehyun, le sserafim eunchae & sakura (really all the members but yk), skz bangchan & hyunjin ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ significant other ۪ ֹ ᮫ yang jungwon (RAAHHHHH RAHH)

ֹ ⑅᜔ ׄ ݊ ݂ fun facts ۪ ֹ ᮫ ⤷ LE SSERAFIM Chaewon's younger brother ⤷ used to train under SM & Bighit ⤷ literally the biggest BTS' Jungkook stan. literally. ⤷ ranked 2nd in the final episode of i-land ⤷ i still don't know how to write fun facts..

[witchydykebitch]

Oooh new pinned post!

Welcome to my gay blog full of my unhinged and horny thoughts!

18+ to follow (but if you're under 21 pls don't come into my asks/dms being thirsty or anything)

Minors, Cishets + TERFs away with you.

Ki or Kiki. Mid-20s. Non-binary dyke. they/them (sometimes she/her idfk) Switch. Autistic as fuck (which means I need ya'll to be direct with you're flirting lol)

This blog is mostly to be a raging lesbian + chat with other sapphics! There will be a lot of talk about dyke sex and the occasional spicy pic when I'm feeling it. I also write and may post some of my smutty lesbian goodness on here!

I block liberally so if you're a creep or ageless/blank blog you will be swiftly blocked! I'm a leftist who has no time for bigots of any kind so keep that shit away from here.

I don't go in depth about my kinks on here but if we're mutuals and you want to ask about them I'm open to it!

If you're neurodivergent and queer and want to chat I'm always happy to make more friends on here as well!

Pics will be tagged #witchydykepics

Random thoughts will be tagged #witchydykerambles

Asks will be tagged #witchydykeasks

Writing will be tagged #witchydykesmut

[nyehilismwriting]

hi! i started playing your if and fell in love with your story and your characters. it’s so fun to play a flawed mc who actually have to face consequences for their actions :)

just a small question : from what i understood, ki-ha is gay. sometimes it also include non-binary people, so i wanted to know if my nb mc have a chance with him or if i should make a male one to romance him.

i hope you have a good day!

thank you!!<3 ki-ha is only romanceable by male mcs!

[gaygirl1]

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[sukiitoru]

Hello hello~ here for another niji ask, thank you so so much for doing my Sonny request <3

Anyway back on topic. May i request luxiem with an extremely flirty s/o? Or maybe just one if you dont wanna do all of them. Once again take your time and make sure to take care of urself

Hello anon! Glad you enjoyed the sonny request ♡︎.

Thank you for the wonderful request, I will do this with all luxiem members since this is an adorable request, and thank you for the kind words I sure will you take care as well ♡︎.

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

Mc is non-binary pronounce is they/them

Fandom: nijisanji en.

Pairing: luxiem x mc.

Category: cute fluff, flirty mc.

Flirty affection.

Luca Kaneshiro

Luca is the type to be completely oblivious to any flirting directed towards him so he most of the time won't notice.

If he does notice he will respond with a 'pog' and he won't show any sort of reaction.

Unless you sit him down face to face and hit him up with the flirting he will be stunned for a second processing what you just said his face will turn bright red.

He'll be pretty flustered especially since it's his s/o his only respond is a soft 'pog' as he buries his head into Mc's neck.

After a while of being with mc he'll get used to the flirty comments and affection mc gives him but it never fails to bring a shy smile to his face and to make his cheeks a soft red as he chuckles in embarrassment.

He gets so used to it, he might flirt with mc back without realizing hitting them with a 'you too!', which works in most situations.

Mc would to need to find new tricks to make him flustered, like teasing him on stream, pinching his cheeks surprisingly gets him a little shy.

Luca is the type to pout and wait for you to flirt with him when you stop suddenly, or when you'd argue about something, he would just sit there and wait for you to fawn over him with a pout on his lips.

When he does get attention, his face lights up and he wraps his arms around Mc's waist, enjoying their attention with a big grin on his face.

Might test out some pick-up lines he found online and would say them to mc and wait for their response, mc responds most of the time with a laugh or a chuckle than mc tells him a better pick-up line and will kiss his entire face, his cheeks would turn red a huge smile on his face as he chuckles at the small kisses allover his face.

Just compliment and love this man, he loves everything you do anyways.

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Shu Yamino

Shu is rather shy when it comes to flirting not knowing how to react, his face turning red slowly as he looks down and covers his face with his hands.

Would appreciate a warning but it doesn't change anything really so he stops expecting one in the first place.

He's just so shy about it at the begining of the relationship, than slowly gets used to it and warms up to the idea.

Might drop a few pick-up lines here and there but would get super embarrassed after, would definitely ask for cringe pick-up lines from mc to use randomly on twitter or just say them in his streams.

When shu comes up to mc saying he's the 'master rizzler', mc is very confused but supports shu anyways.

They'll help him with pick-up lines, how to deliver them, silly things like that until shu comes up to them one day and just says "I've reached my goal as the master rizzler thank you for your sacrifice".

Mc is still confused but smiles and gives shu a kiss on the cheek anyways than goes back to what they were doing.

Even after a while in the relationship shu is still pretty shy about it, he'll just laugh with the most red cheeks you've ever seen.

They grow even darker in color as mc just coos at him and brings him into their arms for a gentle hug.

He'll just mumble against their shoulder incoherently, mc doesn't have the heart to tell him they don't understand what he's saying, so they'll kiss his head gently over and over again until he calms down.

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Ike Eveland

Ike is the best flirt avoider in this entire world, so when he gets another vox flirting with him left and right he just avoids it like normal.

Except his feelings for mc start to grow so their comments start to affect him just slightly, he still moves on from them not even acknowledging them but you'll see how his cheeks turn slightly pink showing he actually got affected by the comment.

When he and mc get together his reactions grow slightly, except of ignoring their flirting he'll smile gently at mc his cheeks slightly red as he looks at them, then back at whatever he was doing.

At one point something mc said made him so shy he just buried his head into Mc's shoulder with a whine.

Mc don't embarrass him please, he's just so shy about it.

As time goes on he gets used to them and his reactions goes back to normal completely ignoring the flirting except this time he'll have a small smile on his face.

Finds it very endearing and might get the confidence to flirt back with mc if he's drunk.

When he's drunk he finds the comments super cute and would go out of his way to say so to mc everytime.

He will then process to compliment mc and flirt with them for about half an hour.

Teach him pick-up lines and he will be even better than you at flirting it's the best thing ever.

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Mysta Rias

Mysta will play it off awkwardly at first face glowing bright red as he laughs awkwardly "you don't mean that" he would say with an awkward laugh.

His face will turn a deeper shade of red when you tell him you mean it with a straight face.

Will mumble a soft thank you rubbing the back of his head and just sitting there than will mumble a weak "you're awesome too".

As he slowly gets to know mc and gets together with them he'll start to get more comfortable with the flirting and will smile shyly at it now, might even pitch in with a few pick-up lines himself.

After he and mc get together he'll grow more comfortable with it, and will start to flirt with mc on a daily basis learning their tricks and using it against them.

Mysta pulls an uno reverse and starts making mc embarrassed by his flirting, then they both will just giggle like highschool girls and just bask in each other's company.

Mc will definitely try to flirt more with mysta and to make him embarrassed knowing that physical touch is more likely to make him shy.

Just hug him out of no where or kiss his cheeks and face, he'll be putty in your hands.

As time goes on flirting will be the norm in their relationship, they could be just chilling on the couch cuddling and they'll start flirting with each other like they just met in the club.

Mysta finds it very endearing as their bond grows stronger as flirting starts to turn into their very own love language.

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Vox Akuma

When vox first meets mc the first thing they both do is flirt with each other.

It's basically like a second language to them at this point from the amount of time they spend speaking it to each other.

Even before they get together they would flirt with each other all the time, which might annoy some people since it looks kinda cringe when you look at it from afar.

When vox and mc get together their flirting grows stronger, and they don't even take it seriously most of the time giggling after flirting with each other.

Both mc and vox find it a cute personality trait in each other and will tell each other how much they love it.

As they both get closer the flirting wouldn't stop, just growing more chill and turning into more compliments then flirting really.

They just love everything about each other and a day doesn't pass unless both of them tell each other how much they love and care about each other.

Mc and vox are a very affectionate and lovey dovey couple and they never deny it and just tell people about it all the time.

If they argue about something they will both sit on different sides of the room glancing at each other every once in a while with a pout on their face.

It will end up with both of them apologizing, and then cuddling and complementing each other to absolutely no end for the next day or two.

They love each other very much and they'll never grow tired of it or try to hide it.

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Thank you for reading all support is highly appreciated ♡︎.

[kyberblade]

WIP *mumble*day!

I was tagged by @joelalorian even though it’s Friday!!! 🤣 My kind of tag, tbh.

These things are what is currently haunting my Mando drafts, and I have no idea when they will come so we’ll just say - soon. These are still rough edits.

This is a snippet from my series coming up Our Song is Not Yet Written. (Below the cut in case people don’t want spoilers. There will also be a snippet from the upcoming chapter of Close to Home, the sequel of Back To You.)

The council chamber was filled with sun as the doors slid open to let you in. The glare off of the marble floors made you want to squint, but you kept your head high, eyes wide as you walked in under the scrutinous gazes of the Masters. Once you were facing Master Yoda, you blinked rapidly a few times to give your eyes a break, the side of your mouth twitching up ever so slightly at the Master’s amused hum and twitch of his ear.

“Beautiful day, is it not?” His voice was warm, head tilting to the side slightly in amusement as he blinked up at you in a slow, almost exaggerated movement that bordered on teasing.

Letting the smile take full control of your features, you nodded. “Yes, Master. It truly is.”

“Hmmm….” He hummed in agreement with a nod of his own, before turning to look out the nearest window. “Thought it was a little bright, I did.” His eyes cut to the side, twinkling with mischief as he watched you carefully.

You cleared your throat, weight shifting slightly to your left before finding your center once again. “I much prefer the sun to rainy days.”

“You don’t find the rain…. calming?” Master Windu’s voice startled you with its cryptic tone.

“On most any other planet, yes,” you looked between the two Jedi, landing on the one who asked the question. “But here, it just makes me think of all the grime.”

“Very sterile, Coruscant can be.”

You bobbed your head at the ancient green knight. “Yes. That’s the word for it. Sterile.”

“Enough talk of weather. We need to get down to business.” Ki-Adi-Mundi said from behind you, making you glance over your shoulder with a nod.

“Yes, Master. Sorry.”

“Sorry, be not. Humoring an old Jedi, you were.” Yoda chuckled in amusement at his own words, earning one more small grin from you. “Besides. Missing, still one member of this party is.”

The doors to the chamber flew open, revealing a flustered looking Anakin. He muttered apologies as he took his seat, allowed to observe the council but not be a member. He studiously avoided Obi-Wan’s glare from across the room, their friendship still very much one of Master and Padawan, no matter the titles they bore now.

“What are we waiting for?” Shaak Ti asked quietly, the holo projecting her all the way from Kamino wavering every few seconds with an unstable connection.

Yoda grinned. “Her partner.”

Plo Koon laughed quietly, all eyes pulling to him. “Master Yoda, she needs no partner. She just passed her trials, and is more than capable of handling this on her own.”

“Arisen, new technicalities have. This mission will require two. A Jedi and a-” The doors slid open to reveal, standing there in all its glory, a walking suit of armor reflecting the sun and this time it actually made you squint- “Mandalorian.”

Close To Home:

Bee bleeped from beside him and sped up, going several paces ahead.

“What’d she say?” Din asked, barely turning his head to look over his shoulder at you.

“She says you’re stubborn.”

He huffed, turning back forward. “She did not.”

“Says the man who stubbornly won’t learn binary so he can stop asking what the droid he lives with is saying.”

Something grumbled under his breath was all Din had to offer, forging ahead with renewed interest. He turned left around a corner and paused, pressing a few buttons on his vambrace.

Several yards ahead, forgoing the turn, Bee stopped and blooped in question.

“I don’t know, Bee,” you answered. “But this is Din. As long as he’s silent, it’s usually all okay. Talking too much? Now there’s where something’s fishy.”

Din’s sigh could have moved mountains, even through his visor. “It’s this way,” he said simply, continuing down the left offshoot.

Bee squawked in disagreement.

“Your readout is for the service hatch, but there are markings leading away from there,” Din answered hurriedly, dismissively. “Mandalorian markings.”

“So you do understand her?” It was more statement than question as you followed behind the beskar wall.

“I can understand tone.” Din’s incredulous tone told you he was already done with the entire topic of binary today.

“You hear that, Bee? You just need more inflection and he will understand every word.”

The astromech rolled up beside you, tweeting and tittering away animatedly, throwing in an over exaggerated whistle for good measure.

Din huffed yet again, mumbling under his breath, “Don’t need to know binary to understand that.” He glanced over his shoulder at you briefly before continuing forward. “She gets it from you, you know.“

“Gets what from me?”

Shaking his head, the Mandalorian chuckled softly. “Never mind.”

No pressure tags: @almostfoxglove, @wrathkitty, @littlemisspascal, @hellishjoel, @what-the-heckin-heck

[frogofshadyorigin]

Saw a post the other day that was something around the lines of "ohhh, if you, as a trans woman are t4t with a transman/masc then the transmasc you're together with needs to at least read books about feminism and fight for your rights and realise that you have it worse than him, otherwise you should definitely dump him"

And I was just in shock. I read the post three times to make sure it was not satire or anything and the comments and reblogs just reinforced that and I was sitting there like WTF??

Like, sure, if you expect someone to read up on issues that affect you, go off, I guess. But you should never expect others to fight your fight for you. Sure, it's nice to have support and all, but don't go around telling others that people who, for whatever reason, won't endanger themselves don't deserve to be with someone who apparently likes them enough to start a relationship with them.

And the last part was even worse. Because how can you, in your right mind, expect a member of your own marginalized group (trans people) to ignore that everyone, whether trans man or -woman, gets beaten up, cursed at, killed or raped, just so you can say "oh I have it so much worse cuz I'm a woman". Fact check: you're wrong. Just because it doesn't get talked about a lot, doesn't mean trans men don't experience the same violence. For some reason, most news outlets or studies just don't include trans men.

It just feels so much like it's really not coming from a place of concern for trans rights. Instead, I read it as this hatred of men and especially their issues. And hey, it's easy to fall down that line of thinking, especially as a trans woman. When I started my transition, I was tired of everything that had to do with men. I didn't want to talk, think or interact with/about men. Being a man was this bad thing that had trapped me and nearly killed me and made me feel bad all the time. And to jump from there to "I fear of being erased when it's about men's issues" can happen. But instead of voicing that concern about how it makes you feel, it is easier to turn it into hatred.

To undermine that trans men also face a lot of violence. To frame yourself as the victim of a bad society and expect constant reassurance that you have it oh so bad.

And you know what? YES! TRANS WOMEN HAVE A BAD LIFE. They get beat up, killed, harassed, raped, shunned in social circles. BUT SO DO TRANS MEN!!! AND NON BINARY PEOPLE!! AND LITERALLY EVERYONE SOCIETY DEEMS AS UNDESIRABLE!!!

So please, stop trying to shift the view from this violence that affects us all. Because if we do not go into this fight together, then we will be weaker.

And one more thing, to maybe show how weird a statement like in that post is, just turn it around. What would we think if a trans man made a post, declaring that other trans men should dump their trans women partners if they don't "read books about how patriarchy affects men's mental health and that trans women should fight their fight and that trans men actually have it so much worse".

That hypothetical person would be ripped to shreds and called an entitled asshole that just wants to oppress women.

So why, when a woman says the same, it's not that? Didn't we once fight for equality? Shouldn't we want people to be together when they like each other? Shouldn't we stand together against our oppressors and the people that want all of us dead?

Because news flash: CONSERVATIVES AND NAZIS AND ALL THE OTHERS THAT WANT OUR RIGHTS REMOVED DO NOT CARE WHETHER YOU ARE A WOMAN OR A MAN. AND TELLING TRANS MEN THAT THEY DON'T HAVE IT THAT BAD JUST MAKES IT EASIER TO KILL THEM.

I also stop talking about my problems when nobody takes them seriously. It is like that, sadly.

Anyway, all this to say that, maybe, we shouldn't weigh our suffering against each other. Let's fight together and stand proud. Why make it easier to kill us by throwing our fellow people under the bus. Trans men get killed, trans women get killed, the poor kid in highschool who once kissed a boy gets killed. Being oppressed is something every queer person has to deal with and instead of discussing who has it worse, we should finally unite.

[naptimeneos]

⸝⸝ CUTIE KILLER - image id in alt id & under cut

a gender related to or influenced by the %Cu+ie^_^ki||er scav smg from the borderlands claptastic voyage dlc.

coined by plush !

📮 ─ THE LETTERBOX ✦ @gamegenders @smilepilled @septick

( alt id ; two side-by-side flags. they are identical, except for the left flag having a light glitch effect applied to it. the flag has 11 stripes, with the second, fifth, seventh, and tenth stripes being thinner than the rest. the flag follows a dark-light-dark purple gradient. the second and tenth stripes are blue with white binary code imbedded in them. the fifth and seventh stripes are orange. the entire flag has a camouflage texture. )

[monocromatia]

i have to say ni-ki's dad looks like a butch lesbian everytime i see him with ni-ki's mom i think they are a lesbian couple and it fits! thats why they raised a non binary child (ni-ki is non binary you CANT change my mind

[w0nderland42]

Do you like weird lil non binaries

i’m pulling this ask from my gf of the graveyard because i finally checked my asks after over a year...

yes love, and also kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kisses you kis

[variablejabberwocky]

ah fucking hell. i was having a 'tism moment. or maybe an adhd one.

the fucking bibi-binary system of base-16 numeral notation LOOKED like it had different rules for single-binary-digit-encoding but its because they have an UNSPOKEN RULE they just ASSUMED everyone KNEW and thus didn't explain it

so the key here is THE ENDPOINT OF THE SHAPES ARE STRAIGHT LINES.

ALWAYS!

the curves are JUST to connect and have no value of their own. which is WHY the "zero" is just a circle (which also didn't make sense but i chalked it up to being pretty much the only "universal" thing between base number systems)

so the curves on the single binary value numbers are NOT supposed to point to the binary "1" (like they fucking said). the point "away" because its the FUCKING STEM-LOOKING BIT thats the important part. which is bonkers UNLESS YOU EXPLAIN IT LIKE THAT. because "stems" tend to be just to hold the actual value indicating part. thats literally one of the ways we got our version of arabic numerals. the "2" used to be sideways and the little "_" at the bottom used to be the stem. and "3" used to ALSO have a little stem coming off of it but that got removed

so this is NOT how this system works, its fucking BACKWARDS, the "curves" are filler and the "stems" are the value indicators and now it FINALLY MAKES SENSE

still mad about the naming system tho. and apparently im not the only one because i found an alternate for that and it MAKES it make sense. the default uses 4 consonants and 4 vowels to indicate place like this: HO, HA, HE, HI, BO, BA, BE, BI, KO, KA, KE, KI, DO, DA, DE, DI. and like, why are the vowels out of order? why THESE consonants? why are the consonants out of order?

so the alternate version changed the consonants to "-", "b", "c", "d". so it'd be O, A, E, I, BO, BA, BE, BI, CO, CA, CE, CI, DO, DA, DE, DI

which is still not great with the vowel order but at least the consonants make SOME kind of sense now

[that-wizard-oki]

Just wanted to respond to a comment i got on my recent art post. Not gonna @ the person cause I don’t want them to get any bad attention, but they brought up some concerns that I wanted to debunk/explain a bit.

As far as I know, we unfortunately can’t change/get rid if the gender binary because wiz is almost 15 years old- it runs on very, very old tech. Player Gender is kind of hard wired into the game (a decision made by someone wayyy back in 2005-2008). Same goes for the color (like boys not being able to wear pink). It’s not that we don’t want to make these changes, it’s because the tech literally inhibits us from doing so, and to change that would be an absolutely monumental task that would require a looot of time, from my understanding.

However, i do believe that a name change feature is coming sometime soon (i think this was talked about on KI live not too long ago). Our more recent gear sets for players also feature less “apparent” differences between the female and male players, which i feel help close the binary gap a bit compared to the game’s early years. Girls can wear pants, boys can wear dresses.

Despite our tech keeping us from being as representative as we’d like to with our players, I think we do a decent job of adding representation elsewhere in the game. Some examples- Phileas Dogg in Novus is canonically nonbinary, and uses they/them pronouns. Duck Savage outwardly flirts with Wilma Deering in Lemuria as well.

Secondly, sales on our pride merchandise is donated to Outright International (its either 50% or all proceeds, I can’t remember which)- KI has done this for the past several years. So by having this merch, we’re able to provide rep for players to show off on their characters, in their houses, and also put it towards an organization that actively supports the queer community. We also will be hosting a charity livestream in June to donate as well.

I understand this person’s concern, but game development is NOT that straightforward, especially with such an old game like Wizard101 that was initially built in a decade were queer voices were not as visible as they are today. While we can always learn and grow, it is my opinion that KI does a pretty decent job with supporting their queer players and the community.

Also, as far as my art of Ambrose wearing rainbow suspenders and a trans youth support shirt- it was just for fun. I’m a queer lesbian who’s been playing this game for 14 years and found comfort in it during my own dark times as a queer kid. I didn’t draw it to pander to anyone, I drew it for me, and for the other queer fans who like this game. That is all.

Hope this clears up some confusion for others who might have had similar concerns.