#neopronoun reader

[radioactive-yuri]

cringe culture is dead. especially to me. especially if its you

[owostrich]

am i the only one who wants a change god x reader fic.,,

like imagine. reader looping w/ sif au. they get to the change god event. after the change god uses loops face to be spooky scary to siffrin & beam him away they turn to the reader and are like "and as for u upper-planer-- wait r u blushing???" adn immediately start flirting,,,

they'd call the reader upper-planer in reference to like. the fact that our universe is above theirs? from the perspective of ISAT being a game, the player is basically a godlike being. so in a reader-insert fic the reader is the only one who the change god feels like they can flirt with without feeling guilty cuz like xe feels a super big power imbalance with everyone else,, (besides the universe but the change god and the universe are divorced af)

and like. xe'd obviously be super aware it's a reader-insert fic (it's the change god, meta awareness is basically their thing) and make fun of the reader for reading a reader-insert fic... before turning around and inserting *themself* into the story ("dont worry upper-planer, we can be cringe together!!")

then the rest of the party is like. "who is this rando. why are they flirting so heavily with our newest party member. do u know them reader?? what the crab/gems does "upper-planer" mean???" which only gets worse with each loop as the change god and readers self inserts start getting closer and closer w/ each other throughout the loops

like basically the change god & reader playing with dolls & pushing their self inserts together & making them kiss.,,

m,aybe throw sif and loop inthere too. make it a weird fucked up polycule /pos

and obviously it throws sif's whole "stick to the script" deal out the window. no way would the change god follow the script

also xe'd like "omg mirabelle hi hello!!! love u /platonic!!! ur my fav blorbo!!!!" (yes they say /platonic out loud) and mira's justlike "wh. what is a blorbo"

plus maybe reader would use real-world swears so we can get a moment of bonnie going "what does fuck mean??" /silly /hj

also let loop punch the change god in the face (the change god would be more amused than anything which only pisses loop off more)

[lethroe]

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[sirenium]

If you're against self diagnosis, that's ableist. If you're against neopronouns and xenogenders, that's ableist (neurotypical allistics use those things as well, but it's commonly used as a tool by neurodivergent people to express their gender. Myself included).

If you preach about 'narcissistic abuse', you're being ableist. If you say autism isn't a disability, that's ableism (it's a spectrum disorder for a reason!) if you fakeclaim people, that's fucking ableist.

If you use a crazy font or typing quirk and don't provide plain text translations, that's ableist, and so is not adding banner IDs for your DNI banners and similar stuff. Edit for this one: if you can't do these things for any reason, that isn't being ableist; I mostly had people who refuse to do these things cuz it'll ruin their 'aesthetic' in mind.

Feel free to add on.

[sweetchildcloud]

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[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Of course, dear patron! Here at Kaiser's House of Desires, even something as soft as a mid night rain dance is welcome~

Title: A Summer Night’s Dance

Characters: Kazumi Mishima x Reader (ent/entself)

Contains: super soft fluff, non killing game, smoking

Fandom: Your Turn to Die

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

Reblogs > likes

The rain seemed like it had no end, but at least the temperature was nice.

Mishima stood outside of his apartment, exhaling smoke from the last cigarette from his box. He had promised to stop before, but the stress of teaching was beginning to eat at him, and he only had one left. He figured it would be fine.

You were understanding of this, so when you saw him outside from within the building, you didn’t get upset for breaking his promise when you stepped outside with him. Neither of you said a word for a moment. Instead you both took in each other’s company, watching the rain bounce up from the sidewalks.

“You should be upset,” Mishima said, breaking the silence that felt like was about to run him mad.

“Why do you think that?” you asked, your arms wrapping around over your chest.

“Well…I told you I’d stop. Yet here I am.” He paused, hesitating his next move of taking a small drag.

You rolled your eyes, unable to believe the words coming from his mouth. “Kazumi, I told you before I understand your job. Teaching is tough, and high schoolers are no different. Besides if I remember right, that one was your last one. I honestly expected you to have that one done before now.”

“Heh, I had the same thought, y’know?” There was a bittersweet smile on his face. “I sat here thinking ‘ent knows it’s the last, maybe ent will be okay with it.’ But when I did…I felt guilty assuming your feelings. Heh. Kind of a mess, don’t you think?”

“Hmph. Even if you’re a mess, you’re my mess.” You leaned onto his arm, returning your gaze back to the rain as you reassured him one last time that he was completely find since you were both thinking the same thing.

Not wanting to be burdened with it any longer, Mishima dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, smothering the flames out. One last exhale and the remains of the smoke came out in a quick stream before disappearing, leaving Mishima with a clean slate.

“Now if I catch you with one, you’re dead~” You couldn’t help but tease him, looking up at him with a playful grin. Mishima chuckled, gently ruffling the hair on the top of your head.

“I promise. No more.”

There was a gentle silence, save for the rain. It was a soothing sound. No thunder, no lightning, not even a heavy wind. If the two of you were inside, you would most certainly be cuddling inside.

“Kazumi! I have an idea I’ve always wanted to try.”

“Oh? And what might that be?”

Without another word, you dragged him out into the rain, the drops seemingly already soaking the two of you.

“(y-y/n! )! What are you doing?!” His wild gray hair was quickly falling like soaked cotton. “We’re going to get drenched out here!”

“Oh just trust me!”

You put his hands on his shoulders, but not before leading his hands to your waist. He felt awkward about this, but you assured him it would be fine. You began humming a familiar waltzing tune, slowly moving your feet. Mishima was quick to pick up the tune, and tried to follow, though he might have kicked your feet a time or two.

“(y/n)…You realize neither of us know how to dance, right?” Mishima asked with a laugh.

“That may be true, but it was the perfect night to try this, and I still have the perfect, two left footed partner.” You giggled lightly before reaching up and pecking Mishima on the lips. A tint of pink grew on his cheeks as he registered the kiss on top of you now resting your head on his chest.

“H-Heh…you know just how to charm this mess of a man’s heart, don’t you?”

Though the dance didn’t last long due to the rain starting to pelt harder, for what it was worth, you two enjoyed the moment together, the serenity of the cool droplets falling around you as you two danced into a world of your own.

[prettypei]

plot: how would they react to you coming out as neopronoun? ;fluff! kinda crack!(?)can be deemed as platonic! or romantic!

reader: neopronoun! Reader

warnings: mentions of misgendering

pairings: yuji, megumi, nobara, maki

(a/n): to my neopronoun readers! I did a bit of research on this but please send an ask if there's anything wrong or considered problematic.

✰YUJI

doesnt know what that is

he thought it was a video game term for "level up" the first time you mentioned it

"Do you know what are neopronouns?" *pause* "Yeah, I neoprned up today!"

pretends to get it who you try to explain but he searches it up at home and gets it (finally)

he felt kinda bad that you had to endure being misgendered by him, he cares a bit more after you came out to him

”hey if you have any problems, you can talk to me, okay? I’m gonna be here for you!”

respects u 100% and does a bit more diving into LGBTQ after that

he calls himself a proud ally now

“I get it, it’s like using (insert preferred pronoun) instead of he/him right? I’m sorry I didn’t understand sooner.”

✰MEGUMI

again, does not know what that is

he asks you to explain it and does a bit of research about LGBTQ but he has basic knowledge due to gojo explaining it to him when he was young

he isn’t very different from how he used to treat you

at first he slipped up a bit, and every time he does he writes a sorry letter to you because he’s not that good with words

he always leaves it at your desk too cuz he’s too shy to give it to you himself and he’s also partially embarrassed because he considered you a really good person and felt bad for slipping up

he is much better now, and whenever someone’s like “neopronouns aren’t real lol” he just punches them in the face with a deadpan expression and says “let’s go.”

“You should really stand up for yourself more. You’re not any different from them for using those pronouns, but they’re a lot more asshole than you. Ugh, don’t make me compliment you again.”

✰NOBARA

is the most well-versed in LGBTQ community compared to these three, so she gets it immediately

her attitude towards you won’t change at majorly, just a bit

shes more caring when your down etc etc

calls to you by your preferred pronouns the second you tell her

and steps up for you IMMEDIATELY whenever someone misgenders you on purpose

“(preferred pronouns)? Ew chronically onli-“ “guess who also uses neopronouns? *starts listing a long list of celebrities who use them*”

“You shouldn’t be judged for who you are, y’know? Be yourself and all that corny shit. Hey did you know neopronouns existed a long time ago? *starts listing random facts about LGBTQ*”

✰MAKI

being in the zen’in clan maki does not know what’s LGBTQ, like she DOES NOT KNOW.

Shes totally confused so you have to explain the whole concept for LGBTQ to her down to “girls can like girls too”

shes pretty good at understanding so she gets it when you explain it to her

like it was from “girls can like girls?” to “he/him lesbians exist naoya.” Like she’s that good 😭

has never misgendered you once and not ever

Probably looks intimidating next to you so people don’t give you shit about it when she’s around

“Don’t let people give you shit for it. Ever.”

[bh-writingdump]

Oakland

Chapter 1: Easy Peasy Part 1

“I dunno about this.” your shorter friend backs into you. Bones rattling, teeth chattering and intakes whistle. If you weren’t watching the whole thing, you would’ve thought some experimental band came to town. Even eir nerves rattles to a beat. “I must confess, I didn’t study at all.”

“Bullshit.”

“not a single moment. Anytime I even thought about rehearsing.” Ey throws up eir arms at you. “What’s that for?! I’m dead serious.”

You scoff. “Yeah, sure, tell that to the joy you’re tutoring…. The kinda person who flips tables at math… you can teach and yet.”

Ey waves it off. “Learned that nonsense years ago. This is different.”

“uh-huh.” You smirk, stepping into em so ey can’t back away any further.

The grocery store towers over the adjacent buildings. Big blocky green letters read Peasley Easly Grocer. You can even imagine their theme song. ‘Come to Peasley’s Easyly, where you won’t feel measily~ Cuz it’s easy~’ Admittedly, ever since Oakland dropped off the map, the advertising department was never the same. Neither the design department, soon after the world forgot about Oakland, the new owner. Peasley’s husband, Easyly decided it was time to give the old grocery store a makeover.

Between its Corinthean columns and the paint job, it’s like you’re walking into somewhere important. Then you hear the sliding doors and the whole illusion is ruined. It’s only the one side too.

You shake your head.

You massage your friend’s shoulders. Waiting for eir rattling to drop a notch, savoring the way ey leans back into you. Fuck, somedays, you forgot how nice it was just to… exist.

The satisfying draw of smoother than smooth warm bones beneath your phalanges taking you into a whole other dimension. It’s just you, hands, and the most beautifully sculpted collar bone on the planet.

Sadly, oh sadly, reality always comes a knocking.

A scent of navel oranges invades your nostrils along with the familiar chill of an AC. You open your eyes, finding yourself in the home of your agoraphobic friend. “Dude… we talked about this.”

Ey steps away.

The two of you stand in the living room.

Eir back tall as if this meant nothing. Not even the local Ancient Greek themed Grocery Store could bring down the Great Mathematician. And yet, 50 attempts later, you still got eir groceries.

Each time your friend came up with the same excuses. No, not excuses, you’d seen em the one-time ey had gone inside.

Little joy nearly shook emself to pieces by the cash register. Back when you’d only known em as your tutor, you hadn’t even seen eir out of the profile of a computer screen yet you knew part way across the store that was em.

Few monsters, after all, could rock a cardigan and skirt quite like the mathematician could. Plus, the spiderweb of vine marks etched into eir skull helped. Dozen skeletons in town and not one of them had that distinct of a cranial design.

You remember that day clear as day.

The cashier attempted to talk em down while a general manager loomed over em. Tears gathered in eir vacant sockets. Words sputtered out but too soft to be heard.

“Yo, Teach!” You call, all three turn their heads. The little skeleton snapping harder than the rest.

You ignore the humans, kneeling beside your tutor. “Good luck comes to those with a pocket full of tissues as my nopa says.” You grin, revealing a seemingly endless line of tissues you pull from your wrist, somehow still attached to each other. A lite magic trick that always cheered up your younger siblings.

Though, your soon-to-be friend barely took notice. Staring up at you like the grim reaper had some to get em. “not supposed to see you until next week.”

You shrug. “I got stuck.” You plop down beside em. You write out a problem along your arm in sharpie Like a blood hound on the scent, eye snatches your arm and marker.

You must’ve been staring for a while because the cashier clears their throat. You stand up, your new shadow following behind you, scrawling on along your arm, only to raise a brow. A look you’d seen enough time to know what ey wanted without saying a word.

You sigh. Did you really have to go over this in a grocery store? You could make it up, couldn’t you. “see I know how to factor but all completing a square triangle stuff.. it isn’t clicking. Can’t I just get the vertex and be done with it?”

Ey nods. Though, you’re still not sure if ey heard you. Ey scribbles with renewed enthusiasm muttering, “your basic arithmetic needs some work.”

“that’s why we have calculators, old timer.”

“Lazy,” ey mutters.

Magic sparks from your other hand. You clench your fist, finishing up purchasing an assortment of vegetables, fruits and soup cans.  You toss them in a bag, walking out the door.

“You factored out the ‘a’ divided resulting ‘b’ by 2 and square it but you need to subtract it inside and outside the parenthesis. The outside one you need to multiply by ‘a’ again so when you distribute the resulting c inside and outside will cancel out each other.”

Just like that, it feels like your back in session. Your skin burning to get the fuck out. “I didn’t order alphabet soup…. Oh look at the time, I got to head to do things.. Looks like you’re good to go. Bye!”

Despite eir smaller stature it takes more effort than you would’ve thought to extract your hand from eirs.

In the low setting sun, shadows seem to stretch for miles. Your races ahead of you, soon joined by another. “Dude. Stop following me.” You sigh.

Eir gaze stops you in your tracks. The absence of eir eye lights. Ey always has eye lights. No matter how small. Eying the road around them, you notice the humans who usually kept to their yards, venturing out along the side walk. The strangers stall just long enough as if to remind them just who drove the lot of them under the mountain in the first place.

The mathematician nearly bumps shoulders with you. Hovering just within range that you feel eir magic react to yours.

“Stickers.” Ey tugs on eir coat. “Give them to me.”

 You grab eir hand, dragging em down a side path away from the suburbs. Only once you’d looked back several times seeing nobody following did you relax a touch.

Out of nowhere, the shadow shoves a hand into your pocket, extracting your stickers.

“HEY!”

“Factored GCF.” Ey puts a star on your original work. On your arm. “You divided ‘b’ by 2 and squared it, ditched the ‘negative’ correctly.” Star. Star.” “And…” Ey frowns. “Did something in and out.” Star. “4 out of 5. Better than last time.”

Chill the fuck out. You’ve been down her a million times, it’s just the burbs. You barely even process your shadow’s constant babbling, merely accepting that that’s just your life now. The idea of being alone, much less leaving a monster alone with them, even the annoying ones.

Once back into a better part of town, you ask, “anybody you want me to call? Think the taxis handle these sorts of things.”

“A maths lawyer.”

Wow, the sass from the joy. Rarey is ey this biting. The usual timidity entirely vanished.

Ey forces you to sit on a log, gesturing as ey writes equations in the air.

So in the zone, the usual faint scrunch to eir face eases Like this is just another problem. The only things you can’t write off is the faint tremor in eir hand. the dude could write for hours before without breaking a sweat.

After the fifth rewrite, you noticed ey isn’t all that different. Similar style problems. It’s all as if ey is reproducing em as a self-soothing technique rather than to teach. Not that you mind now. You’d upend the log and any nearby trees if you had to hear another problem you suck at but if eir’s just going to jabber, whatever.

Then your tutor looked at you. Even then you were stuck by the intense concentration the joy always made everything appear so effortless like ey conducted an orchestra of equations.

As the conductor raises eir hand, you notice a bead of sweat roll down eir neck. Eir mouth hangs open, ready to catch flies.

Ey frowns, trying again. this time ey tugs at your hand.

A spark jolts through your arm again as the magics intermingle. The strange connection stronger this time. You barely even notice how bright things got until it glared you in the face.

The scent of oranges draws you from eir hand. The ground below is no longer a gravel path but a matted blue carpet. You wrinkle your nose at the strength of the smell.

Rather than the familiar forest, the two monsters are indoors. The shorter hurrying away tossing back a few pills before slumping onto the couch. It’s one of the motel rooms, huh, you’d never taken em for the type to stay here long.

“Damn, didn’t know people still did porting magic.” No response, just a long belated sigh as the smaller skeleton pinches eir nasal ridge.

Taking it as your cue to sit, you plop down beside em. Judging form, the glare, that must’ve been another wrong.

Shrug, relating into the comfortable couch.

It’s stiff but the litany of pillows makes it infinitely more comfortable than your mattress back home. No maneuvering required to avoid an arrant spring. “How do you ever get anything done?” You melt into your forever home. “Temp’s perfect. Got all this storage.”

You gesture to the walls packed with shelves. Shelf housing maybe 20-30 boxes around the circumference of the room. In one such box you spy a flashing light. Like a moth to flame, you investigate it. Looks like a DIY machine of some kind. There’s no label to what it is, just a bunch of exposed wire and circuits.

How hadn’t you noticed any of this during your sessions?

Only way would’ve been if ey covered the wall with a sheet. There’s not a single piece of exposed drywall.

In another drawer, you find compact robots while others contain an infinite array of circuit boards. Some so small they could fit on the tip of your pinky phalange while other so large they take up the entire box.

Hard to tell much else. Your expertise begins and ends with microwaving meals and smacking computers to turn on again.  

A force tugs you back from the drawers. The telltale blue glow covers your waist. “Touchy, touchy.”

The bugger already prying eir precious tech from you.

“I was just looking.”

Ey opens either mouth to protest but quickly thinks better of it.

Oh yeah, that’s still going on.

“Speaking of, need any help like… I’ not an expert in this…”

Ey raises a brow, glancing at the shelves.

“Oh! Hahaha… not that. I mean the other stuff. Mutism and stuff.”

Ey shakes eir head, setting aside the machines in eir respective containers.

You nod surveying the place again. “Cool..”

Pin prick glare up at you. You can’t help but smile. “So.. all good?”

It’s then you feel a tug at your arm and the dust of something blue on the smaller skeleton’s cheeks. Ey whirls around, dragging you into the kitchen before you can protest, a Tupperware of egg salad is shoved into your hand before you’re promptly shoved out the door.

You stare back curiously at the door.

Weird.

Usually when you go poking around, people rarely give you things.

You hold the Tupperware tightly. Huh.. that gives you an idea.

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[Oakland, pg1] -->

[your-fav-zilly]

funniezt thing bt anti neo ppl iz tht thyll zay "you only uze neopronounz on the intrnet!!! noone will take u seriouzly!!!" and then when zomeone uzez emojipronounz they turn around and zay "how do u expect uz to uze those irl?"

[burningkingpeach]

My pronouns are you/your, I/my, and we/ours. Btw. I don't have a personality disorder (that I'm telling you of) I just want you to suffer

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

the post about gender/sexuality talk in books reminded me of an English major I took a class with in college (slight context: this was in 2016). We were reading "Left Hand of Darkness" by Ursula K. Le Guin and discussing how it explored a genderless society from the perspective of someone from a gendered society. It uses he/him for all the genderless people; it had to, to be published in 1969.

She mentioned that she had tried to write using neopronouns - or possibly even just they/them? I don't remember - and always found them awkward and takes the reader out of the story. I seem to remember thinking that was a bit of a flimsy excuse, but hey, she was the English major not me.

Now, having read TTOU, where the main group of characters have 5 sets of pronouns between them and I never once got pulled out of the story because it...

her trouble must've been a skill issue

(or a "I'm not actually comfortable using unfamiliar pronouns" or a "my advisor is actively pushing me away from exploring using unfamiliar pronouns" issue) rather than any fundamental impossibility to write and/or read something with neopronouns.

Writing means meeting the readers where they're at. Where the readers are at can change a lot in 55 years. In 1969 when Left Hand of Darkness was published, I think it is very likely that the use of neopronouns would have been distracting or difficult enough to diminish the point of the story for the reader. Le Guinn made a call that she'd preferred to not have to make, something we all have to do when writing. In another fifty five years' time, I'm sure people will roll their eyes at TTOU (in this hypothetical where people are still reading TTOU in the year 2079 for some reason) about how my depiction of the brennans didn't go far enough. And let me tell you, the brennans are already too confusing for a lot of readers -- I am constantly seeing just absolutely dogshit takes about brennans from readers who simply cannot get out of a gender binary mindset.

Also, I wrote a space story about a hermaphroditic race of humans that all use she/her pronouns. So, glass houses.

[translatingpostsinfrench]

can you provide any more. uh. vocabularies gay en français? (tried to ask in french, but couldn't make heads or tails of how to structure questions haha)

you don't know how big is my smile is right now

1. the basics of gender, sexuality and romantic labels

tldr: its the same as in english but with a french accent. really, once you know how to say "sexual", "romantic" and "gender", you just add the prefix of your choice and voilà. to make it even easier, those words are VERY close to their english counterparts:

sexual = sexuel.le -> homosexuel.le, bisexuel.le...

romantic = romantique -> aromantique, panromantique...

gender = genre -> transgenre, bigenre...

but in the end, still like in english, we often shorten these words to their prefix alone: "je suis bi", "il est aro"...

and if you wonder about labels which don't follow this structure, i suggest you look it up for yourself, but there's still a 98% chance the term is The Same With a French Accent, exemples:

gay = gay (i shit you not)

lesbian = lesbienne

sapphic = sapphique

achillean = achilléen

non binary = non binaire

c'est vraiment aussi simple que ça :)

2. how to fuck this binary shit

if you're familiar with french, you probably know it's a gendered language, and maybe wonder how you can speak about people who don't wish to be gendered as masc or fem. the answer is inclusive writing (écriture inclusive), which i actually already showed you above, see:

fem form: bisexuelle

masc form: bisexuel

inclusive form: bisexuel.le

works the same for gendered nouns:

fem form: musicienne

masc form: musicien

inclusive form: musicien.ne

as you can see, in most cases, you can obtain the inclusive form of a word by combining their masc and fem form and a "separator" . i chose to use a simple period, but a hyphen or median point ("·" <- this thing) and probably more* can also be used - edit after seeing comments : take note that using a dot can sometimes fuck up screen readers and also be read as a website url!

in other cases (especially for words ending in -eux/-euse or -teur/-trice), inclusive form can be obtained by smashing the fem and masc form all together:

fem form: actrice

masc form: acteur

inclusive form: acteurice

*however, i need you to keep in mind

i am not a french teacher, just trying my best to explain a pretty complex mess. @ french speakers, if you see any mistake or anything i missed, please speak up.

inclusive writing is still being heavily debated, so it has no official guidelines, tbh even i freestyle it whenever i'm too lazy to look up how i should write something. is "lea" the correct inclusive form for "le/la"? fuck if i know but i sure will use it because who even knows.

and ofc inclusive writing is not only useful for non binary people, but also a tool for feminism that allows to get past the "masculine wins" rule (= when writing plurals, if a single item/person in the group is masc, the entire group must be gendered as such)!

3. mmh pronpuns

again, if you know french, you know we have no equivalent to "they" as even the plural forms for "she" and "he" are gendered. so there goes your only option if you're uninterested in either of those : neopronouns, my beloveds.

the most common one (and the one you should use when unsure of a person's gender or paired with inclusive writing to fuck that "masculine wins" shit) : iel, iels for plural. some other french neopronouns i saw include ael, ul, ol, ille, xel... but feel free to make your own up, this is what neopronouns are about. btw les francophones je suis curieux.se, si vous utilisez d'autres pronoms que elle/il/iel, dites moi quoi !

4. important!

faggot = pédé (there are SO MANY synonyms but i'll just give you the most common)

dyke = gouine (alternatively : goudou)

tranny = travelot (trav for short)

[frameacloud]

Here, this post gives an explanation about the difference between each of those.

Hey, sorry to bother you but, do you know whats the diference between otherkin and non-human/alter human? /genq

i honestly don't know how to put the difference into words? like, i know the difference internally, but i can't really figure out the words to show the distinction that i know is there. sorry!

[murderbot-diversity]

TMBD: The Murderbot Diversity Project

This blog exists to celebrate the many, varied, wonderful visual interpretations of Murderbot that currently exist in the fandom zeitgeist.

Blog icon art by Tommy Arnold, header art by @broken-risk-assessment-module for the Murderbot Fanimation.

Murderbot, as it appears on the page, is a character that has resonated with hundreds of thousands of readers as though it speaks to each of us personally. Its story is that of a person who is not respected by wider society as a person: systemically disenfranchised, marginalized, stripped of autonomy and self-determination and traumatized by a lifetime of it all, Murderbot nevertheless comes into its own understanding of itself and its place in the world, gaining a network of people who support it in the process. Murderbot becomes a character in whom the marginalized find resonance, representation, and hope.

The backdrop of Murderbot's world is rich with diversity, too: nonbinary humans with they/them or neopronouns, culture clash between CR and non-CR cultures, and names (Mensah, Pin-Lee, Bharadwaj, Ratthi, Thiago) that speak to diverse non-Western, real-world cultures, represented unremarkably but undeniably on the page.

And so, whether simply because we love its dry sarcasm and heart of gold, because we too are miserable and alienated under capitalism, or because it has spoken to our neurodivergent experiences, our aromantic and asexual experiences, our trans and genderqueer experiences, or our experiences as cultural or racial minorities, Murderbot has inspired a wide array of interpretations.

Murderbot has been any and all of what its fans need to see, a full spectrum of diversity beyond any one image set by institutional power. Masculine, feminine, and androgynous builds; tall and skinny, short and stacked, petite and dangerous; brown-skinned, Black, Asian, a variety of ethnicities; with and without a range of visible inorganic parts and joints; the power of its fans to imagine and reimagine Murderbot is unbounded.

Our goal is to support and encourage the Murderbot Diaries and its fandom in all its extant diversity.

[this-is-exorsexism]

The argument that neopronouns (like ae/aer, xe/xem, ze/zir, etc) shouldn't be used because scren readers don't read them correctly. I am not a screenreader user so I prefer not to opinate but it doesn't feel right.

this is exorsexism.

using screenreader users specifically as an argument to why neopronouns (and in many cases, certain kinds of gender inclusive language as a whole) is bad is both ableist and exorsexist and usually lacks any kind of intersectionality because i never see neopronoun users who are also screenreader users included in this conversation.

as someone who (albeit very rarely) uses a screenreader on my phone, i can say for certain that at least some screenreader software allows you to register a certain pronunciation for a word that it naturally pronounces a different way, i.e. you can tell your screenreader to pronounce "ae" like "ay" and "hir" pronounced like "here". neopronouns aren't even the only words that screen readers may pronounce incorrectly. some screenreaders have an issue where they pronounce "deafblind" like "deefblind". it should be on tech companies to at least include the most common neopronoun pronunciations rather blaming a minority within a minority for inaccessibility.

this reminds me of conversations about gender inclusive language happening in german. basically to make a word inclusive in german, we put a symbol between the masculine root word and the feminine ending (like "Bürger*in"). there's a lot of discussions about which symbol is the best to use, but not really from a nonbinary standpoint, but from a "what's best for screenreaders?" standpoint. so people end up listening to cisgender people in blind organisations rather than nonbinary people, those who that symbol is meant to represent. because some of these symbols they say are best actually have a history of being used in a binary way by right-wing parties in germany, as well as the symbols that nonbinary people have been using for the longest time actually having meaning as to how they represent us, rather than just being a random symbol. and this conversation also once again completely lacks any intersectionality of including nonbinary screenreader users. another problem in this conversation is that the accessibility discussion only focuses on screenreader users, but excludes people like me, whose vision is low, but enough to read large text, because neither the blind organisations nor the people parroting them ever mention partially blind people who don't use a screenreader and don't consider which symbol is most legible for us, because the one they say is good for screenreaders is actually very hard to decipher as inclusive language for me and just looks like a typo instead. also, sighted people will turn "this isn't accessible to screenreader users" into "this isn't accessible to blind people", which is infuriating because it equates blindness with using a screenreader which is just incorrect, apart from just acting like blind people and nonbinary people are completely separate groups and that you can't possibly consult people who are affected by both things.

[nonshareraffirmations]

welcome !

this is a sideblog for nonsharer-specific selfship affirmations. you are loved deeply and exclusively by your f/os — this blog is just here to remind you of that fact. ❤︎

dni & rules

please do not interact if you are a pro/darkshipper, a pedo/zoo/necrophile*, a supporter of the israeli government’s actions, a radqueer, a radfem, racist, sexist, ableist (including cluster b demonizers), queerphobic, anti-xeno/neopronoun, anti-recovery, anti-furry, or anti-therian.

please no nsfw. this space is safe for minors and isn’t the place for that sort of thing. (suggestive jokes and such are fine; no graphic content.)

this is not a place to start discourse. (brief discussions are fine; no full-blown arguments.)

this blog aims to remain positive. please do not vent here.

this blog does not support harassment. do not take affirmations as an okay to harass doubles.

do not namedrop f/os anywhere.

when requesting affirmations, please do not structure requests around a specific character or universe.

*who is not seeking recovery/does not see acting on these in any way, shape or form condemnable.

frequently asked questions

“what’s the askbox for?”

— the askbox is there for asking questions about the blog, requesting specifically themed affirmations, and even submitting short affirmations of your own if you feel like it (admin reserves the right not to post these if they go against the rules)!

“what counts as a vent?”

— any ask or interaction with the sole or main purpose of letting out personal negative feelings or experiences.

“are there banned topics?”

— not yet, although this may change in the future.

“i don’t get rule 6. what does that mean?”

— rule 6 means that you cannot use your f/o’s name in the tags/comments/reblogs of this blog’s posts (blog-specific tags that do not contain the f/o’s name are fine). this rule is in place so that nonsharers do not find and get triggered by doubles when they browse the blog.

“i don’t get rule 7. what does that mean?”

— rule 7 basically means that, if you happen to send in a request through the askbox, it shouldn’t have to do with a specific character or media. broader “categories” are alright. for example, “vampire f/o”, “neurodivergent self insert/reader”, “cuddling”, and similar subjects are fine. however, requests concerning “character a” and “[really specific niche thing that only applies to one piece of media]” are not.

“what do i call admin?”

— my name is twix (he/him). i won’t be revealing my main blog, though, mostly because i don’t want anyone to feel bad about potentially being a double with any of my f/os in such a nonsharer-oriented space (there’s selfship content on main).