#lgbt themes

[bleghxy]

some queer manga centered around grief

[auteurdelabre]

Losing our Minds Together (SERIES) Part 2 soft!Joel x f!reader

Summary: You introduce Ellie to the neighborhood.   Rating: 18+ (for future smut chapters) Word Count: 2.3 Warnings: This is saccharine slice of life with smut and a Soft!Joel. You have been warned. There is smut, but when it gets to those chapters you will have plenty of warning. (That is if there is interest in my story!) A/N: Y’all voted that this was the story you wanted to see updated next so I’m comin’ through! masterlist

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Chapter 2

You throw your purse down onto the floor before you go to your garage, tossing the ruined supplies in with a loud sigh. They make a hollow boom when they hit bottom of the bin. 

You can't stop feeling furious about everything. The stupid fucking neighbor scaring you into dropping your supplies. That stupid fucking accent and those stupid fucking wide eyes. Everything about him from the way his lower lip is shaped to the curl of his hair is making you infuriated.

You kick off your shoes furiously, not caring when their rubber soles leave a mark on your wall. You let out a small growl, hands curling into angry fists.

All this anger has to go somewhere. 

You march to you studio, flicking on the lights. Your teeth are clenched and bared like a feral animal. You rip the plastic from a new canvas like a beast ripping flesh. Setting it up on your easel.

You grab tubes of your acrylic paint, smudging it onto your palette.

Red. Black. Deep, deep greens 

You grip the brush and begin. Ugly, angry slashes across pristine white canvas. 

You can feel the emotion pouring out of you.

Its hours later and you only stop because your fingers have gone numb, making it impossible to keep holding the brush. But that's okay; it feels like a natural stopping point. Your eyes are heavy and you throw yourself into bed, paint drying in your hair and under your fingernails. 

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Ellie lays on her bed and tosses the tennis ball up to the roof, listening to it gently smack and then fall back into her hands. She does this over and over as her mind wanders. It feels weird to be outside of Wyoming, outside of the place she called home.

There’s a knock, Joel. Dad. Adoptive Father. Whatever you want to call it. He’s just Joel to Ellie. And yes, to her Joel is as close to a father as she has ever known, and yes it’s been two years but it still feels strange to think of calling Joel Dad. Thankfully he’s never seemed to mind. Never pushed the issue, never made her feel bad.

“Come in.”

Joel peeks his head around the door to her room, surveying the still full cardboard boxes, the bed half made, the desk covered in paper and pencil shavings and Ellie looked bored over at him. He thinks of insisting she start unpacking, it’s been two days since they arrived, but he knows Ellie takes things at her own pace.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna get ice cream?”

“Nah.”

“You wanna help me pull weeds in the yard?”

“Nah.”

“You wanna sit inside and be a typical teenager?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Well too bad, you’re helping with chores. Then we’re gettin’ ice cream.”

Ellie gives a good-natured groan, pushing off the bed and following Joel through the house. Before anything begins he insists she eat put on sunscreen. Ellie is still getting used to this affection, this gentle love of a parent for the welfare of their child.

She does as he asked while Joel finishes his coffee. He’s staring at the house next door through the kitchen window, a frown on his face that she picks up on.

“What’s up?”

“Didn’t exactly make a good first impression with the new neighbor,” Joel says, turning back to Ellie. “Made her drop some expensive shopping.”

“So?”

“She seemed pretty pissed off.”

Ellie hums a response, her eyes going to read the back of the sunscreen bottle. Joel saunters over, seating himself in the chair opposite hers at the circular table.

“So you got a whole summer stretched out in front of ya,” Joel says, eyes on her face. “Thought about what you wanna do?”

“I thought I could come help you and Tommy on the job site.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna work, kid,” Joel says shaking his head. “Gotta have licensing and special insurance.”

Ellie feels her face fall. She had kind of been hoping that he’d show her the ropes. But she supposes that fourteen might be a little young to be on a construction site.

 “I was thinkin’ more you’d wanna make some friends. Take a class. Try a sport. Somethin’ like that.”

“Are there even people around my age here?” Ellie asks, face grim. Joel shrugs in that dad-way of his, grinning around his coffee cup.

“Dunno, guess you’ll just have to find out.”

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You finally pull yourself awake mid-morning, your face tight from the paint that’s dried there. You have a cold shower, feeling the heat of the summer morning already creeping up your spine. Your air conditioning is shot and you definitely don’t have enough to repair it.

As you get dressed you turn on the fan in the corner of your room, sighing when it does absolutely nothing to help. You grab a cereal bar from the kitchen before padding into the art room, wanting to take a look at what you created last night.

You blink rapidly as the onslaught of paint on canvas assaults you.

It’s wild. Nothing like you’ve done before. You can’t put your finger on it, but the piece feels alive. Like there’s no restraint in any of the paint strokes or palette smears. You like looking at it at first, but then it bubbles up emotions in you that feel uncomfortable.

You take a snap of it with your phone, sending it off to Frank just to see what he thinks of it. You always like his opinion. Maybe it could be worth something? If not it’ll be easy enough to gesso over to reuse. You don’t have enough money to be wasting canvas of that size.

You decide that you need a new way to make money. But teaching in the schools again isn’t going to happen. That dream died off a long time ago. Maybe you could do private lessons? Just a few a week could really help with the extra costs.

You mull this over before grabbing an iced tea. You’re about to head out into your backyard to relax when you hear a mower from next door going. You go to the sliding glass door, peeking through the cheap horizontal blinds.

He is there, the annoying hillbilly mowing the overgrown lawn, chatting over his shoulder to the teenager girl you saw move in the other day.  She’s moaning about pulling weeds and you can’t help but smirk at that. She’s a girl right after your own heart. Domestic shit has never appealed to you, and your own weed-filled lawn showcases this. Usually the Thompson kid would mow your lawn for you for a five, but he’s gone off travelling before college starts in a few months.

You take another sip of your iced tea, the glass sweating in your hand and watch Joel as he scissors across the lawn, his spine a slick line of sweat down the center of his t-shirt. You can’t deny that he’s an attractive man. He may be a hillbilly, but he’s a hot one. Watching his muscled arms gleaming with sweat as he works in the hot sun is a sight to behold and you’re surprised to feel yourself swallowing.

It’s been too long since you got laid.

You feel uncomfortable in your own skin in this sweltering house. You decide the front yard will do. It’s more public, but it’s something.

You bring a folding chair from your closet out into the front yard, magazine and iced tea in hand. You tilt back, reading about the latest vogue collection, taking lazy sips of your drink.

“Hey do you paint?”

You lower the magazine and your oversized glasses to see the teen girl standing there, her hair tied back from her face but damp at the edges. She’s sweating bullets and it’s no wonder, she’s dressed for fall; long sleeves, heavy looking jeans.

“Honey you’re gonna die in that get up.”

The girl wrinkles her nose at the term honey, her dark eyes surveying you in your cut offs and t-shirt.

“It’s not a get up. It’s my clothes.”

You hear the edge to her voice. The immediate need to defend. Your recognize it in yourself and you lower the magazine to your lap, nodding solemnly.

“You’re completely right. Sorry about that. What were you asking me?”

She relaxes a bit, her eyes blinking against the sun. She raises a hand to shield them, still looking intensely at you.

“I wanted to know if you painted.”

“How did you know that?”

“I can see into your studio from Joel’s room.”

You take a glance over your shoulder, seeing that a bedroom does in fact face your studio. You’d never noticed with the old lady Silva living there before. She always kept her blinds closed and was forever complaining about you to the HOA.

 “Yeah, I do paint. I sculpt. I draw. I do it all.”

“Cool. Is that your job?”

“I’d like for it to be,” you smile. “But you ever heard the term starving artist?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s a reason for that.”

She smiles at this, a tight little thing that makes her look so young. She looks nervously over at her yard, as if she’s waiting to be called back. But you can tell she wants to linger, to keep talking to you.

“You want an ice tea?”

“Sure.”

You disappear into the house, reappearing less than a minute later with a fresh glass and another folding chair. She eases into it, taking an appreciative sip of her drink and looking over at you when you start talking again.

“What do you think of the house?”

“It’s amazing. Way bigger than our old place.”

“The lady that lived there before you had about fifteen fish,” you tell the teen. “She was obsessed. Aquariums everywhere.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Well, that’s what Kathleen told me anyway.”

“Who’s Kathleen?”

“I’m ready. And my name is Ellie.”

“Okay Ellie,” you point across the street of the suburban neighborhood to a blue ranch-style home. “That’s where Kathleen and her husband Perry live. Perry’s cool but Kathleen’s the busybody of the street, major gossip, just be aware.”

“Got it.”

“Okay, moving onto the beige house, the one with the perfect yard? That’s David something. Can’t remember his last name. He is obsessed with religion and will try to convert you. So if he asks you if you’re free on Sunday’s you never are, unless you wanna hear a big long sermon.”

“Okay, that’s Marlene. She’s got a high up job in the military, but she doesn’t like to talk about it. She’s got a daughter Riley about your age actually.”

Ellie perks up at this, her dark eyes wide. “Really?”  

“Yeah, lemme know if you want an introduction. Okay, now the house right next to you and your dads? That’s the Burrell’s. If you see them it’s a miracle because I have never seen a busier family. They have two sons, one a couple years younger than you that’s deaf. Sweetest kid you’ll ever meet.”

Ellie nods, taking another sip of her drink. You can tell she’s trying to memorize everything you’re telling her and it makes you smile.

“And that just leaves me on the other side of you,” you say sharing your name and giving her a brief handshake. “Coolest, best looking neighbor on the block.”

Ellie grins. “You got kids?”

“Fuck no,” you laugh, shaking your head. “No husband either. I like my freedom thank you very much.”

Ellie’s eyes thoughtful. “Me too.”

“Ellie! Lunch!”

You both turn to see Joel standing at the front door, glancing over to see you both relaxing and sipping your iced teas. You hold in the scowl that threatens to spill over your features before glancing back to Ellie who’s placed her glass on the ground beside her chair.

“If you ever need ice tea or a place to paint you lemme know,” you tell her smiling.

“Really? Okay.” Ellie gives you a short wave before jogging over to the front door where Joel is waiting. You watch him smile at her as she enters into the house saying something excitedly. Joel’s dark eyes flit over to you and he gives a friendly close-lipped smile and wave.

You ignore him, pushing your sunglasses back up the bridge of your nose and going back to your magazine. You feel his eyes on you for a beat longer before you hear the front door close behind him.

A buzz at your hip alerts you to a text from Frank. It’s an overly dramatic selfie of Frank with his hand to his cheek, his light eyes wide.

Honey this is amazing. This is the kind of stuff you need to be selling. More of this! Please!

You shake your head in amusement. You can’t really imagine how you could recreate that piece. It came to you from nowhere, it just bubbled out of you. You don’t forsee another one in the near future, but you don’t tell Frank that. You quickly text back.

We’ll see if I’m inspired again.

With that you shut your phone off, tilt back in your folding chair and relax.

[maddyshome]

im still crying whenever i remember suou's doomsday dreams route like you cannot do his story better than what it was already done. kenkou land has some GOOD writers. cannot wait to see what they've got planned for the future. this was a 10+ for me. i loved this novel even more than the house in fata morgana. or remember 11. and trust, those other 2 are incredible.

[cancmbyn]

Can’t wait to see this film….(and hoping it comes back to my local rep theatre).

Glad he is exploring such important issues and themes in his films and this movie has been nominated for the Best International Film at this years Oscars.

His first film, Girl, was subject to a lot of criticism from the trans community - some of it justified, some not. But it invoked a hugely emotional reaction from me and I expect this film to do the same.

[mysticalibra1994]

Arviana Week (Day 4)

@arvianaweek

Day 4: Past

In the [Past]... Juliana was born and raised in Galar. There, she was bullied by the other kids for using she/her pronouns and preferring to be not deadnamed.

Arven's mother never came back and his father seemed "off" (he looked, sounded, and acted like him, but something was off).

Despite being from different regions, they were never asked to go through what they went through.

[mister-todd]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eddie Munson/Original Character(s), Eddie Munson/Reader, Will Byers/Original Male Character(s), Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington/Original Female Character(s), Robin Buckley/Vickie Characters: Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Nancy Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Jonathan Byers, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Sara Hopper, Joyce Byers, Erica Sinclair, Argyle (Stranger Things), Original Characters Additional Tags: Eddie Munson Graduates High School, Eddie Munson Lives, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, nobody that we like anyway, Eddie and Chrissy live, its just one of chrissy's friends that sucked, Canon Non-Binary Character, Original Character(s), Siblings, LGBTQ Themes, max is okay, vecna is asleep and the earth doesn't fucking crack like a tortilla chip, vecna is put to sleep for a little while, I dont give a fuck, however, there's the issue with time travel, it's not just the one specific time, that the reader is coming from, :), love what's going to happen, you see that little sara hopper in there?, its not going to be fun i'll tell you that, but itll be okay, promise >:), Bad Parenting, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, POV Second Person, Not Canon Compliant, Fuck Canon, a little goofy time confusion Summary:

When you find yourself having shared delusions and nightmares with your little sister, maybe it's not you and something a little more serious. And when you fall about thirty or forty years into the past, you find that maybe it's even more serious. What shall you do other than stop screaming and protect your sister with everything you got and why does this town seem to have a fucking pack of monster hunters? What the fuck is a demogorgon?

[ericmicael]

❄ Show yourself

I'm no longer trembling

Here I am

I've come so far

You are the answer I've waited for

All of my life

Oh, show yourself

Let me see who you are ❄

The dialogue between Julia and her mother (in "The Girlfriend Project") reminded me a lot of Elsa finding Iduna's memory in Ahtohallan in "Frozen 2" during "Show Yourself". It's kind of the same message, all of Elsa's songs have this message of acceptance and Julia is accepting herself as a lesbian.

[coolbeesbro]

Thyus being a proud member of the Big Titty Committee (added bonus kiss with his boyfriend). Happy pride month gays!

Commissions are open!

[eclairermonte]

Welcome again to another video game I’ve created, but this time entirely original and for sale! The story is a quaint RPG that has a fantasy story mixed with hints of sci-fi mixed in. It also has LGBT elements.

It all begins with a young man named Aoi Himura who goes reluctantly on a journey with others, including an elf who claims he is the 'chosen one' meant to rescue it. It is made in vein with a traditional RPG, though there can definitely be some variance in the paths the hero can choose, and who he will end up with in the end. The choice is yours. 

[brawnie]

*grabbing mlm shippers by the shoulders* guys nobody needs to be the twink. nobody needs to be the sub. nobody needs to be the femboy. they can both be big fat hairy men who bask in each others masculinity or they can both be unspeakable monstrous creatures with inhuman genitalia it’s okay I’m holding your hand. Let me show you the way

[acourtofrue]

A Court of Mask and Life

Title: A Court of Masks and Life

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Tamlin x Female OC, Tamlin x Female OC x Other OC(s), Tamlin x Male OC, Male OC x Trans Male OC, The Inner Circle (Relationship), Feyre x Rhysand, Mor x Emorie, Azriel x Gwyn, Lucien x Elain, Nesta x Cassian, Azriel x Eris

Tags: Bisexual Awakening, Tamlin Redemption, War, Romance, LGBTQ+ , Drama

Summary:

Tamlin once almost had everything until he lost it to his anger and vanity, and most of all, his obsession with keeping a memory of what once was alive. Now, he has nothing. No Feyre. No stability in his court. No will to see himself as anything other than a beast, for despite his actions during the war with Hybern, he remains painted as the one who caused the mess.

Haunted by the voice of his deceased mate, one day, while roaming the woods, he comes upon a bright light beckoning him. And within the blink of an eye, he finds himself somewhere foreign, loud, and full of weird gadgets -- weirder than Lucien's glass eye. In other words, he finds himself in our world, specifically in the United States, Wisconsin, where a fearless woman named Ziva Schroeder finds Tamlin and takes him in. Our world is run by faeries, of which Ziva is half, and angels, which Ziva also carries in her blood.

While Tamlin gets to experience modernness through the help of Ziva and her inner circle, the tug to return to Prythian soon becomes a warning because a familiar foe plans to resurface, more potent than ever, worse than ever, and only Tamlin has such knowledge of the plans. However, he also must choose between our world and Prythian.

[indigomono]

today i read requiem of the rose king!

in a few words, body horror. terrific. ABSOLUTE angsty drama. an intersex protagonist who has his body demonized by others around him. i love love how many times this story made me contort in agony in my bed. i binge read it in one all-nighter, i could NOT sleep. i had to finish it in one go and stayed reading until lunch, 12 PM. that's how on edge all the crazy, thrilling events of this manga, richard's story, made me. i knew it'd be a painful ride, but don't regret reading this manga, not one bit!

that being said i'll try to resume the some feelings i have about it.

i started reading requiem of the rose king (or baraou no souretsu) when i found out about the intersex main character, something i never had seen in my life, and was craving something... angsty. trans angst. which richard happens to be an expert. born with both male and female body characteristics, richard is despised by his mother since birth and is considered a "demon" child.

although he's very loved by his father, the lack of his mother's love and her abuse are things that greatly affect richard, of course, and make richard hate himself and the "cursed" body he was born in. it's very heartbreaking to see how many traumatic experiences richard has to go through because of it. he's a very likable character (imo), which makes everything more upsetting, because we want to see richard being happy, free. accepted.

it almost seems an impossible task. even among the many people who fall in love with richard throughtout the story, there seems to be some... disregard about how richard feels about his identity. listen: he is a man. not even once richard doubts his gender: he. is. a man. ugh i was filled with disgust whenever a character mentioned richard "woman's side", how they didn't understand he wasn't a woman and that what they wanted to be true did not matter, richard will continue to be a man, regardless. no, he's not "both" a man and a woman. he doesn't have a man side and a woman side, as if splited. go to hell. if richard wanted to embrace both genders, it wouldn't be a big deal, but he is CLEARLY uncomfortable being perceveid as anything but a man. i'm telling: i was so fucking pissed off. and hated some characters because of it.

now the plot of the story did live up to the "inspired by a shakespeare's play" thing. it was full of twists, schemes, unexpected encounters and dramatic, very dramatic elements. there was also a lot of weird, freaky, questionable stuff happening all the time, but i just gone with the flow and didn’t waste my time mulling over them. oh, and the ghost of joan of arc is there too, occasionally haunting richard! lovely. it's such a dreary atmosphere that as readers we instinctively know: it's a story bound to end in tragedy... right? initially, yes. but there's a certain seed of doubt in the story that makes us hope... if we think about it, it's not impossible, right? richard's happy ending route. or as happy as his ending could be.

yeah... quoting baraou: "hope drives people mad."

me. i am people.

in many ways joan's ghost was a metaphor for richard's inner thoughts, so she was mostly quite mean and vocalized his gender dysphoria. richard is literally haunted by his thoughts.

that's the end of my spoiler free recommendation review(?) so stop reading here if you don't want spoilers!

alright.

here some things that have been tormenting my mind. i want to clarify that: more than just about the romance aspect, i believe my sorrow is about how richard is perceived by others and himself. these two things are connected.

let's talk about this route: the way shown by a white boar; the way, a person. his name is henry. someone i'd argue, in my humble opinion, is richard's uhhh the one.

i will now be completely and unapologetically biased.

richard and henry's relationship is one that feels like a fairytaile. their "accidental rendezvous" at the forest, the solace and peace they found in each other, burdened by similar fears, childhood trauma and loneliness. everything gets better, bearable, when they're together. many times i found myself crying whenever henry said exactly what richard needed to hear. when others scorn him and curse him, call him a unwanted demon, henry explicitily shows how much he likes richard's companionship, he hugs him, comforts him. when both didn't have anywhere they can return to, henry said richard was his home... that richard was his angel.

:(

henry said those words without any ulterior motive, it was genuine. and just... that was it. that was exactly what i wanted richard to hear, that he was no demon, no abomination. "there's nothing wrong with you" i wanted someone to say that to him, and only, only henry was able to. i cried when reading those sweet scenes and i cried again after finishing the manga and looking back at them.

...there was a fucking reason the damn magical white boar kept guiding them to each other. they just... were each other's chance to be happy. a once in a lifetime chance. one that was missed by many misunderstandings, miscommunication and timing. oh, right person wrong time, wrong family, what a delight to read! it makes me feel better to put them in the star-crossed lovers category though. that's what they are to me, and deep in my heart i believe that if not for henry's delicate state of mind, he would've accepted richard. he actually did, until richard's mother brainwashing surfaced. it's also a fact that richard would've run away with henry, despite knowing his true identity, that was how much he loved him... i cried sooo much, it’s not even funny, when richard revealed the secret of his body and asked henry to love him despite… and from start to finish, henry is the only person richard willingly shared his biggest insecurity. when his life seemed dark and bleak, his light was henry. i'm saying: star-crossed lovers.

IT'S JUST SO SAD AAAFSGGSGAAAAAA!!!!! I'M INSANE!!!!! I'M TEARING MY HAIR OUT IM SRS BRING THEM BACK TO ME

their relationship was so tender that it overshadowed the next relationship (again, imo)... so. i had such high hopes for buckingham, i liked his first appearance and in the back of my mind i noted: he wouldn't be bad route, he's the one who sees richard's king potential.

well... it just keeps going downhill. what a stupid ass motherfucker.

obs.: i will just be absolutely ROASTING buckingham in the next paragraphs. it's more of a rant than anything. i need to let my anger and hatred out.

buckingham is the total opposite of henry, but that isn’t necessarily bad (in theory). he is ambicious, determined and he's not ashamed of being "evil". not a bad set of traits, huh? so why. how. HOW did it go so wrong?! i'm actually a fan of characters who embrace their ugly side, the wicked desires and yada yada... but no. not in this story, the story of someone who was conditioned by society to think he was diabolic, just for being born with a different body. and specially because buckshit character acted so stupid. he was so manipulative, encouraged richard to do all sort of deeds to become king and sworn to be his loyal man... and then, in the end, he just fucking realizes what he really wanted all this time was richard and that if he wants to keep him by his side he has to make richard give up the crown?? THE ONE THEY FOUGHT SO HARD TO OBTAIN LIKE. he puts richard on a dress and shackles him, imprisions him in his house like a fucking shitty third rate bl male lead and suggests richard to live his life as woman just so he can give birth?????? GO FUCK YOURSELF HONESTLY DIEEEE. CAN YOU BE ANY MORE SELFISH??? everything was wrong with him FROM THE START. but i tried to ignore the fwb to lovers pipeline that i absolutely HATE and just focus on the fact richard was happy for finding someone that could be with him. i tried to ignore that miserable line about "has the woman part ever been loved?" TO RICHARD WHEN THEY WERE ABOUT TO HAVE SEX!!!!! BUT IT'S JUST SO DISGUTINGGGG HOW HE KEPT IMPOSING ALLUDING TO A SUPPOSED "WOMAN" IDENTITY RICHARD HAD BECAUSE OF HIS PRIVATE PARTS I WAS SEETHINGGGGG.

idgaf about the problematic stuff, as we can see i did read baraou no souretsu after all, the real problem to me was that it was just plainly distasteful. the kingsmaker was too dislikable and their relationship just felt so shallow. he was the worst choice richard could have made, it wasn't good for him, from an objective analysis this time.

literally any other romantic interest would have been better. catesby and anne were right there. (that kid henry's son can fuck off, for misgendering.)

it's just so crazy to me the contrast between richard's first love SWEET HENRY, who would've been richard peaceful good ending, and richard's "other half" (MY ASS he is), who was ultimately the route that would slowly lead richard towards his downfall... even when richard got what he thought he wanted, he wasn't happy... because he did not love himself. because he just learned to accept himself as a demon, as an abnormality, unloved, unnatural, despised by god, by the people. and that's just...... no. he is not an evil demon just because he's intersex. and i HATE buckingham teached him how to embrace this side, his "demon" side. when he was NEVER one to begin with. i hate that the premise always was "embrace the ugliness" when... what's so ugly about his body? that's not what i wanted, i didn't want richard to think he was born broken, i wanted him to realize he is beautiful the way he is... the way henry told him he was. that he could be light and home to someone.

no matter what path richard chose, i'd accept it as long as he loved himself, i really wished he had learned how to earlier. i wished that richard had spent more time with the people he loved, because they were all gone too fast, regardless if i liked them or not.

but of course what i want does not matter! :D instead, he was tormented until the end and lost everything he held dear.

well, that being said, the story has a tragedy tag for a reason. just because it didn't go the way i wished it doesn’t mean it wasn't good. i went CRAZY reading it, but in a good way. i liked it a lot and the whole 30-40 chapters alone make it worth the read and, after that, i know how to enjoy a good villainish protagonist. would i have liked it better if buckingham didn't exist at all? yes. but the manga is good and i was just too invested in richard to just not read everything until the end. (what already makes me last more than mr stupid ass name, ha.) i'm loyal to my king!

[leverage-ot3]

bonus:

[simply-ask-games]

LGBTQ+/Queer Themed Asks

❤️ - What are your pronouns?

🌹 - What is your Sexuality?

🍁 - When did you first realize you were queer?

🔥 - How has the way you think about yourself changed since you realized you were queer?

🧡 - How has the way you presented yourself (ex. Clothing, hairstyle, etc.) changed since you realized you were queer?

🌼 - If you used any other labels before your current one, what were they?

💛 - Who or what made you realize you were queer?

☀️ - Is there anyone who helped you accept that you were queer? If so, who?

🌾 - How queer do you think you look? Would it be obvious to someone that you were queer if they looked at you?

🌱 - How would your younger self act if your current self told them they were queer?

🍀 - What thoughts or emotions that didn’t make sense to your past self make sense now that you know you’re queer?

💚 - How many queer people do you know irl?

🦚 - Are there any queer books/shows/etc. that you would suggest?

💙 - When you first learned about the Queer community, did you immediately realize ‘That’s me!’ Or did you consider yourself a ‘really good ally’ for some time?

🫐 - Are there ways you wish you could present yourself differently, but can’t?

🔮 - What Was the Moment you Realized you were Queer?

💜 - What Label(s) Have You Identified With for the Longest?

😈 - How Sasitified are you with your current Labels, if you have any?

🏳️‍🌈 - Do you enjoy the colors of your preferred flag? Do you incorporate it into your outfits, decor, etc.?

🏳️‍⚧️ - What Flag do you think has the best color scheme?

🌈 - What's a Queer Identity, Experience or a piece of History you feel deserves more recognition?

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[ericmicael]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Elsa/Honeymaren (Disney), Anna/Kristoff (Disney) Characters: Elsa (Disney), Honeymaren (Disney), Anna (Disney), Kristoff (Disney), Colisa Additional Tags: Book: Polar Nights: Cast Into Darkness - Jen Calonita & Mari Mancusi, LGBTQ Themes, Coming Out Summary:

KristAnna and ElsaMaren are on vacation in the kingdom of Chatho when their queen Colisa privately asks Queen Anna what it was like when the Snow Queen Elsa came out as a lesbian.

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Sometimes I draw things, and I’m like, “Wtf is this allowed? Will I get in trouble for posting his here?” And then another part of me is like, “Fuckin go for it.” Because it’s not like I’m popular enough here to get in trouble with T*mblr anyways.

Worst that happens is the post gets taken down or something. Anyways, here are 2 of my dnd OC’s, Thyus and Frank. Happy pride month everyone.