#like they/he maybe? they/xe?

[nightly-ruse]

Dobewing dovey wing big ole murky dovewing with scars and fluff

[vaugarde]

what if i girlbeamed some pmd characters for starfallverse. would you care

[angeltism]

COUGH WHEEZE COUGH.

it's obviously not a diagnostic tool but he's also literally been considering xe has it but is just pretty low supply ++ low empathy but not no empathy ++ good at taking the empathy he doesn't have and that's why he appears so nice and all that even 2 people he doesn't really feel he's on an equal level to ++ why he tends to be VERY self conscious and feeling terrible abt himself and everything else ever. anyways everyone here now has to tell me how much they love m- /j

[sleepyjim]

tsats moodboard (i am a man anew)

[gaylotusthatexists]

the temptation to start going by any pronouns.

[ifeelfreewithoutmyshoes]

I would really just not use a stereotype as a way to describe anybody actually

[erigold13261]

It is pretty cool how the newer generation (ie: the DDMC mermaids, the arachnikids, especially Hobie, Peni and Gwen the JJK kids, or just Shoko and Satoru if you want to include them) are using the more "weirder" pronouns to refer to themselves (even those who don't have English as a first language which is pretty swag)

I actually do that intentionally when coming up with queer headcanons because I think that is just how stuff evolved in the queer community.

Of course there were people using "weird" pronouns back in the 80s and even earlier, but it just became much more common as time goes on and less stigma and retaliations there are.

Not to say there aren't still problems with using "weird" pronouns at times, which is why some characters like Peni might continue to use she/her pronouns if the environment doesn't seem safe. While others, like Hobie, refuse to bend to the whims of society to be a more "acceptable fag."

Different backgrounds would have different ideas and relationships with gender too. DDMC are robot mermaids, they can't really truly ever identify with "man" or "woman" in a way a human could. So they just gravitated more towards non-human/common pronouns.

I can't say much for Shoko and Satoru, but I think (if I remember right) Satoru had a more privileged upbringing, being part of a more high-up family (I keep getting Suguru and Satoru mixed up in my head and I swear one of these days I will mix them up in a responce D:). Anyway, that kind of background gave Satoru the confidence to just use pronouns like blue/blues. Blues power and prestige makes people on the outside not question blue (at least not directly) so the only people blue has to worry about is blues family, who might not really care as long as blue upholds the family name and tradtions or whatever (which blue isn't really doing by being friends with Suguru).

So yeah, I do see the newer generations as using a lot more "weird" pronouns because it is a lot more normalized and a lot less stigmatized. People from older generations (like Tatiana and Neon) use more traditional she/her and he/him pronouns, but not all of them do because Elivy (lead singer of the Goolings) uses they/them pronouns (also he/him). They just took a longer time to figure things out and only really started using those pronouns later in life (showing that not everyone figures things out when they are young).

I'm also depending on having my OC Carna change pronouns when fae gets older. I like the idea that fae/faer pronouns weren't always gonna stick with Carna, and that's okay to happen. Sometimes you are wrong about your gender or sexuality or whatever, and it's okay to change that over time.

Even with older generations like the Psychonaut Interns (who would all now be in their like 30s or 40s at this point in the story) played around with gender and pronouns when they were young. Adam even going by yo/yoself pronouns during the like 80s. Definitely not something conventional (or honestly even smart if yo was in a dangerous area or bigots, same with Sam or Lizzie using he/him pronouns), but it was something that the interns did because they all were in an area that promoted self expression and to explore your identity and mind.

Not to mention Sam and Razputin being related to some of the Psychic 7 and Lizzie having Compton as a mentor, some of the Psychic 7's queerness would have rubbed off/been taught to these three which would have quickly spread through the interns as they experimented with pronouns and stuff.

Anyway! Yeah, I actually did that intentionally when it comes to pronoun headcanons! The younger someone is, or the newer the generation, the easier it is for me to headcanon them with more "weird" pronouns. I can definitely still come up with "weird" pronouns for older generation characters (love the cosmo/cosmos headcanon for DJSS a lot, need to start using that more), but it is definitely going to be more common with newer generation characters.

(also just thinking about the DDMC, Peni, and Margo talking through text and using emojis as pronouns. Love that and honestly if it was easier to get emojis on a computer I would try making more emoji pronouns headcanons. That is a lazy excuse I know, but I also honestly just don't think of those kinds of headcanons as much as I should lol).

Also, also, just to note, I ONLY speak English. So any kind of pronoun headcanon I give are from and English-speaking viewpoint. I know other languages have different sets of pronouns and gendered language, so I can't really say much on that kind of thing, or how it would translate across languages (or if it would even be a viable thing to do in other languages).

But yea. I do like giving pronoun headcanons even if the character's first/primary language isn't English. I kinda do that thing in my head where a character is speaking one language but to me I can understand it in English. So like if I am making Purl and Rin have a conversation in front of Yinu that they don't want Yinu to hear, I have Purl and Rin speak Korean in my head but it's literally just English to me, but Yinu can't understand Korean. I have no idea why I am saying this because it doesn't have anything to do with the ask, I just felt like sharing it lol.

[lily-blade]

Pondering pronouns again.

[coriander-name-checks]

hi there! could you pls do a pronoun check with the name avi and he/she pronouns? Also a separate paragraph with the same name and any neos. I like fantasy books, drawing, cookie run kingdom and the owl house. I hope these are enough interests...

tysm in advance <3

Hi Avi! Coming right up!

Avi, he/she pronouns:

Recently, I got an ask from Avi! He likes Cookie Run Kingdom; I wonder which cookie is her favorite! I know very little about the game, I bet she knows a lot more than I do :3 She also likes to draw! I like to draw too; I wonder if he has something she likes to draw the most! Maybe she has a couple favorite OCs! He enjoys fantasy books as well! There’s so many good fantasy series out there, I bet he’d have some great recommendations! She also likes the Owl House! I love that show too! I wonder if he has a favorite episode or character! I still haven’t seen season 3, I bet she has! I wonder if he liked it? I hope Avi has a great day and takes care of herself!

Avi, any neos:

Recently, I got an ask from Avi! Xe likes Cookie Run Kingdom; I wonder which cookie is cir favorite! I know very little about the game, I bet it knows a lot more than I do :3 Lem also likes to draw! I like to draw too; I wonder if fun has something zir likes to draw the most! Maybe toxic has a couple favorite OCs! Per enjoys fantasy books as well! There’s so many good fantasy series out there, I bet ze’d have some great recommendations! Odd also likes the Owl House! I love that show too! I wonder if thon has a favorite episode or character! I still haven’t seen season 3, I bet xe has! I wonder if shey liked it? I hope Avi has a great day and takes care of cirself!

[thisfoxisgayaf]

Things one specific friend of mine says that makes me question if she’s really my friend or stuff:

(FYI, she knows I’m trans and I’ve told her about my therianthropy like twice before but I doubt she thinks I’m actually serious abt being a therian)

“You’re not an animal”

“I look at you, and I see a girl, so I think of a girl and call you she”

Miss, she, her, lady, etc. (even when I correct her multiple times a day)

“Quit acting like a dog, it’s weird” (after I instinctually growled without meaning to)

“Imma call you a girl at times because the acts what I’m used to” (after I’d told her my pronouns are he/they/it/xe for the millionth time, as if she didn’t know before. Even a few weeks ago she acted as if she didn’t know, though at times it is clearly on purpose)

The list goes on but I’m not typing it all, though I may add to this.

She also doesn’t really respect boundaries much, specifically ones with personal space and touch. I’ve had maybe 3 breakdowns from her “just playing” by doing that, and at one point I kicked her in the knee as an involuntary response to that a while ago and she started crying (although this specifically happened like a year ago).

I’m probably gonna reblog this post a bit, adding to it

[urrockstar-xe]

bad friend - j.m x fem!reader

posted may 2nd, 2023, 5:19 pm

anon asked: Hello!! Can I request a JJ Maybank x Fem!reader where they are dating with prompt 8. “You know you’re my favorite right?” “I better be” Maybe reader gets into a fight with John B. JJ doesnt really know which side to choose, (between best friend and girlfriend), and reader gets mad/hurt/offended whatever and walks away and JJ follows her

note from xe: strayed a little but I hope you still enjoy it! also this has no actual scene from obx involved I just kind of went with it and sry that jb is kind of a dick.

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“You know what John B? At this point, I don’t give a flying fuck about the gold, I don’t care about being kook rich, I don’t care about Rafe not being in prison and I don’t care about these stupid fucking treasure hunts!” 

Your yelling was warranted, John B had been giving you shit all day about how you just don’t seem to care enough like everyone else. And he was right, because “The gold ruined my fucking life! I have nothing! Nothing John B! This is all I have, this group of people right there is It for me” 

John B scoffed, earning a glare from Kiara as he still wasn’t listening to you. “You know what I think, Y/n? I think that if you really felt that way, you’d care more, right now you’re just being a bad friend” 

“Hey, man-” Pope tried speaking up but you lifted your hand telling him to stop. JJ hadn’t moved from his spot by the railing, and Sarah and Kie were already seated in the boat you were supposed to leave on. 

Sick of fighting for a right to have feelings you began walking away, quietly speaking as you left “Fuck you, Jb.” 

John B rolled his eyes, dropping it and going to the boat. Pope sighed. “Are we gonna at least wait for her?” “Pope, do you want a chance to get to this cross or not?” 

JJ watched as Pope and John B got into the boat with the girls, before looking back in the direction you had just walked in. “Hey, you guys go ahead, we’ll catch up.” 

“JJ, what do you mean-” “Just go without me I’ll meet you guys later!” and with that, he was off. Following the trail, you had just taken. 

It didn’t take him long to catch up with you, it never did. “Hey there, pretty lady,” He said, coming up behind you. You turned to face the boy, now leaning against a similar railing to the one JJ had just been leaning on a few moments prior. 

He smiled at you, not expecting one back but getting a small one in return. “They leave?” you asked softly, your eyes not leaving JJ as he moved to stand beside you. “Yeah,” “without you?” “I’m sure they’ll make do,” JJ joked, nudging you slightly.

You moved your gaze to the floor, wondering what to say next but speaking before figuring it out. “You understand right? Why I’m exhausted? Why I can't keep doing this but do it anyway?” JJ began nodding along but you continued before he could verbally respond. 

“Like why it’d be hard, that doesn’t make me a bad friend, right? I do everything for you guys. I hope he realizes that I hope they all do. I hope you do” As you finished, you looked back up at your boyfriend, seeing the soft look on his face.  

Suddenly JJ threw his arm around your shoulders, grinning at you. You caught the vibe he was throwing your way, he was trying to lighten the mood. You helped, taking the old baseball cap off his head and putting it on your own, smiling at his hat hair.

“You know you’re my favorite right? Like even Pope can’t compete” You scoffed lightheartedly, “Yeah, I better be”

JJ fixed his hair before he stood in front of you, slowly walking backward as he spoke, “Wanna go back to the chateau? Think there’s some beer left in that cooler” You were already following his lead, “It’s probably warm” he shrugged in response, “so we’ll drink it warm”

“What about the cross?” “If they need our help they can just, I don’t know, yell super loud,” You laughed at this, and laughed some more when JJ fist-bumped the air before turning to walk properly and putting his arm around you. 

“So steal John B’s beer?” “Steal John B’s beer”

[angeltism]

hmm sorry for inactivity. the one of hydro has nawt been feeling up 2 actually posting and answering asks lately.

he's doing alrighty, just figured xe'd provide a small explanation for her absence.

[sleepyjim]

oh yea i dont think we ever clarified this but in case its confusing when we tag a post as blurry i mean like . blurry as in The Guy mr. blurryface introject not the system terminology

[wolfythewitch]

I know you use all pronouns but I'd like to know, does that include neopronouns? And if so are there any you'd prefer not to be used for you? <-Seems like a silly question but I've found a surprising amount of people use 'any pronouns' to just mean he/him she/her and they/them. Not that there's anything wrong with that! In any event- just want to know how best to respectfully address you!

Like xe/xem and stuff? I don't mind neopronouns! I don't really use them myself (well I don't really use any pronouns for myself) but I'm fine with people using it for me. I'd say maybe don't use the more specific ones? Like fae/star/bun/etc just cause I get confused wording wise agajsgs

[leapdayowo]

Redstone and Skulk OC time :3

Thought I’d turn my persona into a rns oc and give them a helsmet :3 I basically looked at my play style in Minecraft and took a few things from my own life and combined them to create these two! Short version about them below and a little story of their origins under that:

short version:

-Leapday_art (short version Leapday, she/he/they, the player) is afraid of losing important things in their life. He is very cautious about doing anything that could result in him dying and loosing everything in his inventory (sleeps through the night everytime to avoid monsters, barely visits the nether, strip mines, etc) +the cats next to Leapday are two of my darling kitties who unfortunately passed away irl, their names are Toby (left) and Toes (right)

-Nightfall_collections (short version Nightfall, all pronouns, the helsmet) was created from Leapday’s extreme fear of losing valuables and her grief from having lost valuables too many times. Xyr driving goal is to collect and preserve everything that xe can and to make sure there is always at least one copy

-other things about Nightfall: she is a magma cube hybrid while Leapday is a ??? hybrid player (if you read the story below this may make more sense👀). Nightfall can split into smaller duplicates which allows them to be in more places at once and thus more productive in their goal. She uses her goop-like body to write reminders on her clothes, then re-absorbs the goop later

-I think Nightfall would find himself as an organizer between lots of different parties/people in Hels due to being so dedicated to his goal + only being dedicated to this goal (his alignment is probably chaotic good because he’s loyal to his own goals and not to other people or outside rules. He does not take bribes or backstab). Also, Nightfall does not need to have possession of everything, but xe is trying to keep tabs on where everything that exist is at(this makes xem the go-to person for trying to obtain something in particular)

-I think Nightfall would become a sponsor (if that’s the right word?) for the Order of Remembrance because she greatly admires the work they do to preserve Hels’ history. She would also love Zedaph’s hall of all and definitely tries to work with private collectors to protect (and document/track) what they have (and she will keep what she knows a secret if it means protecting valuable things)

-Nightfall does not care about thieves unless they steal one of a kind things

-the doodles below were my earlier concepts, so Nightfall has green eyes before I realized it’s much more fitting for xem to have orange eyes

okay, okay, story time (because I realized the ‘short’ version was getting very extensive):

Maybe it had started in the very first world she spawned in. A brilliant blue sky that stretched over jagged, looming cliffs with forests scattered underneath. Trickling waterfalls and bubbling lava pits here and there. The natural beauty of the world left Leapday in awe and eager to explore what other wonders lay beyond the horizon.

It must have started with the first tree she broke, a squat little oak, one of hundreds in the forest. When the leaves of that little oak had all fallen, saplings littered the grassy floor. She should’ve been excited, feel triumphant even by taking down the tree, after all it’s how the journey had to start. Except, all that Leapday could see was the awkward gap in the canopy from the absence of the little oak. It felt like an itch unscratched, nagging and uncomfortable. Well that wouldn’t do.

They scooped up all the saplings littering the floor and planted one in the same dirt plot the little oak was uprooted from. Then they planted a few more just for good measure. The unease lingered, but planting the saplings felt good. It felt right. Now their adventure could truly begin!

——

In this world, Leapday’s only companions were the pigs and sheep that he passed on his journey, though he would argue, if there were someone to argue with, that the world itself brought him company enough. That the days and nights passing was a conversation between the universe and Leapday, and thus a consistent companion. And what gifts did the universe provide for him to find! Rushing rivers that fed into powerful oceans, plenty of trees to sleep in and collect, and mountains to climb with the best views of the sunset. Never a dull moment for him as there was always something new to experience and see.

However, despite all its gifts, the universe was slow to explain the finer mechanics of the world, such as health to Leapday. A week of traversing through thick forests and steep cliffs left them battered and bruised. They learned how to gauge the distance of a drop and how to place blocks to minimize the pain in their ankles from falls. A similar pain gnawed from the inside of their stomach, which they discovered was briefly satiated by devouring the apples that fell from the trees.

During one climb up a particularly harrowing cliff, Leapday learned about the unforgiving weight of sand by placing it under her feet in order to reach the next ledge. The block had crumbled in a near instant, sending her plummeting towards the ground. Instead of hitting the hard rocks below, she splashed into a stream from a nearby waterfall. When she had dragged herself onto land and her heart had steadied to a more familiar pace, she let out a fit of bewildered laughter that overwhelmed the panic from moments ago. She knew falls much shorter than this one could take days to recover from, so what kind of pain would she be in if she hadn’t gotten lucky and fallen in the stream? Something cold ran through her and sank to the pit of her stomach. Dread of what could have been, what could still be if she wasn’t more careful. She resolved to never find out what would happen. How unfortunate that her next fall would be into a pit of lava, the very one she had been camping at throughout the nights.

He was being careful, more so than he had been for the first week in this world anyways. That didn’t seem to matter because he had still slipped when placing the block before him and fallen. It was his first respawn, and it introduced him to a few new things like a punch to the face. The first revelation was the agony of burning to death, and death itself. He curled into himself, crying at the phantom feeling of the lava eating at his flesh. The intense heat and how the lava had trapped him in place and burned. It was a twisted version of the warmth of the sun, which was shining down on him and in comparison felt as cool as the air in caves. The second realization came slowly as the memory of fire ebbed. Their knuckles no longer popped and their joints no longer ached. The tightness in their muscles had vanished, leaving softer tissue on the bone and the emptiness in their stomach no longer hurt. They felt new and full of energy, ready to begin their journey again. How strange they had forgotten what this felt like. White scars from their oldest injuries and freckles from sun touched skin still littered their body. They had died, but now were in perfect health again. Leapday took in her surroundings, her face lighting up with delight at the sight of a familiar oak tree. It had grown into quite the study tree since the start of her adventure. Soon after her reunion, Leapday discovered her now empty inventory when she reached for blocks to place in order to climb the canopy. The absence of stacks of logs, dirt, and sand had her racing towards the lava pit before her mind could catch up. Panic pushed her feet to run faster and dodge every obstacle. She ignored nicks from branches in her way and the sting of sharp rocks on her bare feet. The timer was ticking down. Her items would be gone- she just had to- if she wasn’t fast enough-

She burst through the tree line and was greeted by the familiar heavy heat of the lava pit. The sight of it made her recoil out of fear of falling back in even from many blocks away. On shaky legs, she circled the perimeter and searched for her items. The timer was still ticking, but they were nowhere to be seen! She crept as close as she dared to the lava and swept her eyes across the surface of the pool. Then she darted into the surrounding trees looking high and low.

Nothing.

No logs. No saplings or dirt or anything!

This was their third lesson. You lose items after death, and lava destroys those items.

Don’t die, especially not in lava, and don’t lose your items.

Now they had to start over, and this time not dying proved to be harder than expected. More falls and similar accidents happened. Zombies began appearing, persistent in their pursuit of Leapday’s flesh. Then skeletons, creepers, and spiders appeared and introduced many more ways one could die. The pain from the deaths hurt, but they became mundane as weeks turned to months. Loosing items became more painful and frightening when Leapday discovered crafting. More time and resources were needed to start over after dying with crafted items, so they took to the world underground. They followed their instinct to craft pickaxes and torches, to chip away at the stone in search of more sturdy materials. They crafted their first stone pickaxe and found it to be superior to the wooden one.

Maybe it truly started with that wooden pickaxe. When she crafted the stone tools, the wooden pickaxe sat in her hotbar, still good for half a day’s work but now obsolete. It had served her well to progress her journey, a necessary step, but it felt wrong to simply set it aside. It felt like the gap in the canopy all over again, but she very well couldn’t plant the pickaxe in the ground and solve her unease. Not sure what else to do, she attached it to her hip and went on with her day. She wouldn’t destroy it or toss it, she would simply carry it with her until she found what she needed to do with it next. It became her new companion (it was her first crafted tool. It was the first and therefore the only one that would ever exist).

Now equipped with wood and stone blocks, Leapday built their base over their mine. The wooden pickaxe found its place over the doorway leading outside, marking the build as their home. It felt right, so they continued their expansions. Farms were planted along a nearby river and fences placed to corral cows and sheep. Torches were the one item they were generous with. They were thrown across their property liberally since their light would deter creepers spawning too close for comfort.

During a thunderstorm that had picked up abruptly one morning, Leapday poked around at their communicator. It was a lightweight device that had been attached to their forearm since first spawning into the world and never disappeared after dying. After lots of fiddling with the different menus and buttons on the screen, they came across YouCraft. It was an archive of videos made by other players scattered across the universe, documenting their own worlds and progress! With the storm still crashing down around Leapday’s base, they curled up in bed and began watching the first video that caught their eye. It turned out that he had lots more to learn about the universe! After waiting out the storm, and then the night, by watching these videos, he learned about other biomes and blocks still left to discover as well as potions, enchanting, and other dimensions! A dragon was where this journey led for most players, though some took their time getting to it. Above all, he realized he needed diamonds. Diamonds were what every player sought due to their strength, but they were rare and dangerous to collect being so deep underground. They were needed to further Leapday’s journey however, so collecting them became his top goal. Quickly he learned how impossible achieving this goal would be. Well, it seemed impossible after spending days underground chipping at the cold stone and coming up empty. Strange echoes rang through the tunnels and more than a few times paranoia of something (or someone. He had heard the legends of Herobrine) sneaking up on him was enough to make him hole up for hours. Grey, grey stone that went on for miles. Grey cobblestone trailed behind him when his inventory filled. Leapday found other minerals, but the sparkling teal of diamonds still lay buried elsewhere. He mined for so long he began to doubt that the rare mineral even generated in this world. That only grey existed. That was until he broke away the next layer of stone before him and found himself staring uncomprehending at the bits of teal poking through stone. Uncontainable joy broke through his shock like sunlight through parting storm clouds. They were real! Diamonds were real and right in front of him! Invigorated with new energy, Leapday got to work extracting the diamonds just as they had seen others do. The amount paled in comparison to the stacks other players had, but in that moment he didn’t care. It was enough to have found them and confirm they even existed in this world. That weeks of sore arms digging at indifferent stone and unsteady gravel caches falling finally amounted to their new prized possession.

By the time he arrived back at his base, the novelty of finding diamonds began to wear off. He had to admit it was a measly amount. Just barely enough for a diamond pickaxe. What good would a stronger pickaxe be with no enchantments or replacements for when it broke? It had taken so long to find just a few diamonds what were the chances of finding more? No, they wouldn’t craft anything with the rare mineral until they had enough for spares and back ups. So back to the mines they went, and excruciatingly slow they found more, and continued to reason that crafting them was a poor decision. What if an accident happened and they couldn’t get back to their stuff? If they were swallowed by a pit of lava? So much time would be spent only to be wasted. Almost like their thoughts and fears had manifested it, a freak lava incident happened not long after. Leapday had been feeling good that day, so good because their most recent mining trip had yielded 13 diamonds and another cluster just across a lava lake. As they bridged across the lake, plans of finally crafting their collection of diamonds began to form making them giddy. It was the type of giddy that made any obstacle feel like child’s play and beyond consequence. That they finally could start progressing on their journey once more. It was enough to distract Leapday from the crunch of gravel under their feet and for their pickaxe to swing off its mark into the unsteady floor. The ground gave way and sent her tumbling into the lava.

She woke up screaming in her bed. Screaming from agony of ghostly flames that ate flesh, and then from loss and frustration. It wasn’t fair! Her luck had just turned up for the best and now all of it was gone! Every plan to use the diamonds tossed out the window and into a burning pit of despair. How stupid of her to not notice the gravel! All that time for nothing! She should have called it a day and come up 13 diamonds richer with plenty of levels for enchanting. All her gear and tools and items from mineshafts would still be intact, but no. Her head was too far in the clouds and now it was gone. She hadn’t even had the foresight to mark the cave to return to, so sure of her victory. There would be no hope navigating the twisting and sprawling tunnels below, and even if she tried to go back, the sight of lava would probably be enough to make her hurl. Fat tears began dripping down her face as she cursed and wallowed. They blurred his vision, so with a few steadying breaths and a final gross sniffle, he wiped at his eyes. Then he went to swing his legs over the bed to pick up the pieces of his day and froze. On his hand, both hands actually, were thick black smudges of… of something. What was that? He reached up to his face and traced the wet tear tracks with a clean finger. It too came away covered in the strange goop. An incredulous laugh burst from him, which evolved into hysterical crying. More tears fell from his eyes and he let them. The tangled web of grief in his chest unraveling as he did so, and he felt the last of his energy drain away until-

Sunlight trickled through the curtains and roused Leapday from their sleep. Birds were chirping and the familiar sounds of the animals grazing and leaves rustling cradled their mind while the events of the previous day trickled back to them. They felt heavy and gross. Their eyes crusty and mouth dry as a desert were a sure sign of their emotional distress. Disappointment felt like stones being dropped on them when they pulled up their empty inventory. It really was all gone. They let their head flop back onto their pillow and took a steadying breath, trying to recount the reasons they should get out of bed. Maybe they would stick to the joys of the world above ground for a month or two. Take up weaving or painting. They had plenty of resources to finally build a barn and an expansion to the house. Maybe they would go with a grassy roof.

Yeah. That could be alright. With one final sigh, Leapday pushed themself up off their bed and dragged themself over to their cauldron to clean up. They could see from their reflection that only a few faint smudges remained on their face, which they gently wiped away. Crying black goop was probably not normal now that their mind was more stable to think it over. Or maybe it was normal? It had never happened before, but the players on YouCraft all had their own quirks that Lepaday lacked, so maybe it was normal for them?

It turned out the inky tears were a new normal. From that incident onward, whenever they experienced a great sense of loss the strange tears formed and sank into the ground. They appeared when Leapday lost their first wolf companion and when they accidentally deleted a creative world full of builds of an ambitious project.

Meanwhile…

in another world…

In Hels, black goop bubbled to the surface of a sea of lava. From a distance, the surface seemed its usual hungry self, shifting and popping as it patiently waited for Hels and its inhabitants to finally crumble in. The goop was not consumed by its hunger however. It stretched towards the netherrack shore like a snake in water. Once it had gathered all of itself onto more solid ground, it sat and waited for more of itself to arrive, bouncing and bubbling over the terrain in the meantime. They could only wait so long however, after all, there was much to collect and preserve and too little time to do so.

And it’s finished! Whew, I don’t typically write, so this was a lot to work on amidst all my finals projects (totally worth it tho! It was great practice). I wasn’t planning on writing so much about leapday, but then I realized the interesting potential of writing about players when they’re new to the world. If they are akin to gods, they still enter the world with a lot to learn. The goop at the end is Nightfall, who then went on to travel Hels and collect as many blocks and items as xe could before xe came across the city Evil X established. At first they were incredibly overwhelmed by the amount of stuff to preserve in the city and mostly stuck to collecting free scraps and garbage. It probably did something to gain the attention of a member of the Order of Remembrance, who taught Nightfall about their goals and a few things about how society/Hels worked. From there, Nightfall set off to establish a massive collection and documentation of anything and everything, working with people in the process but also quite an eccentric personality that can be quite a hermit when buried in paperwork (not many people are willing to do paperwork as diligently as Nightfall)

Also, YouCraft is YouTube in the Minecraft world :P I felt I needed to separate it from our version of mcyt because in this universe the characters are real and making videos about their lives rather than people playing a video game (at least that’s how I’m headcanoning it)

thank you @silverskye13 for providing some more lore about Hels and the Order of Remembrance (as well as Redstone and Skulk as a whole <3) as well as inspiring me to keep trying to improve my writing and thank you to @/yayforocs for inspiring me to finally make my own rns OCs and this post :3

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I love trans people.

I love the He/Hims, She/Hers, They/Them's,

I love the Jelly/Stars ‼️‼️

You go by He/Fin/Love and your name is Cupid? COOL! <3

You wanna detransition because you realize being transgender doesn't fit you? That's okay, we all have our journeys and experiment with things and maybe they're not for you, glad you're finding yourself :)

You realize you're Genderfluid? Update me on those pronouns when we talk :3

You don't want to use he/they/she, only Moth/Wing? Okay :)

You are FTM but still want to wear dresses and makeup? Valid.

You want to change your name for the 6th time? That's okay, I hope you figure out what fits you best!

You are MTF but you don't want any surgeries? That's perfectly fine!

Being transgender isn't a box where you have to check all the marks to pass. Gender is complex and different for all. It's all about you feeling comfortable! Even other trans people try to hate "hahha someone named Arson and the pronouns are Bug/xe LOL CRINGE !! So 2020!"

If you want to identify like that, that is okay. Don't care what others think!!

You are loved <3