#non binary writer

[freak-accident419]

how i imagine myself as the reader, not knowing I was reading a fem!reader fic until I get to the middle of the story when they finally describe the reader but with she/her pronouns and feminine descriptions, because it wasn't tagged in the beginning

as someone who isn't a woman, I automatically feel like I'm Marcus/Kevin Copeland dressing as Tiffany/Brittany Wilson whenever I accidentally read an untagged fem!reader fic and it's just so funny and enhances the experience

[3-in-haelfte]

i woke up in pain, 

today and every other day.

i survive on stomach liners and pain killers.

it’s like,

i don’t even have my own back.

everything is out of place, twisted.

it makes me wonder

what if so am i?

[bysweetling]

An Omen

I am an Omen.

I am a weirdo.

I am a creep…

[captainjackscoat]

Meet My Boys, Christopher and Austin

“Well then.” I turned to Christopher, to see his fists shaking. My gaze softened, as I walked to him and took his hands, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles comfortingly. “Relax, love.”

He laughed humourlessly. “Easy for you to say, Mr Eight-Step-Plan.”

“That was one time!” I rolled my eyes.

[gor3sigil]

Before starting T, when I socially transitionned, I was surrounded by radical feminists who saw masculinity as gross and inherently evil, something to avoid, something to make fun of, something to destroy. The other transmascs in my friend group, sometimes, told me that they didn’t knew if they really were non-binary or if they just were scared shitless of saying “I am a man”. Because they saw this as a betrayal to their younger self who had been SAd and abused.

I saw many of my masc friends and trans men around me hate themselves, not outing themselves as men because it would imply so so much, it was like opening the Pandora Box. Even when we were just together, talking about our masculinity was always coated with bits like “I know we’re the privileged ones but…”, “I don’t want to sound like I have it bad but…”, “Women obviously have it worse, but last time…” and we were talking about terrible traumas we experienced while taking all the precautions in the world in the case the walls were a crowd of people in disguise waiting to get us if we didn’t downplay the violence we faced, or like crying and being upset and being traumatized and afraid and scared and to say it out loud would make us throw up the needles we were forced to swallow every second of every day living in our skin.

Most of us weren’t on T yet, some of us were catcalled every day and harassed in the streets or in abusive relationships nobody seemed to care to help them get out of because they were “strong enough” to do it by themselves.

I was using the gender swap face app and cried for ours when I saw my father looking back at me through the screen. The idea of transforming, of shedding into a body that would deprive me of love, tenderness, and safety, was absolutely terrifying. I knew I couldn’t stay in this body any longer because it wasn’t mine, but I also knew that if I was going to look like my dad, my brother, my abusers, it would be so much worse.

5 years later and I’m almost 2 years on T, and almost 2 months post top surgery.

I ditched my previous group of friends. I was bullied out of my local trans community. But let me tell you how free I am.

I was scared that T would break my singing voice: it made it sound more alive than ever.

I was scared that T would make me less attractive: it made me find myself hot for the first time in my life.

I was scared that T would make me gain weight: it did. But the weight I put on is not the weight I used to put on by binging and eating my body until I forgot that it even existed. It’s the weight of my body belonging to me, little by little. The wolf hunger for life.

I won’t tell you the same story I see everywhere, the one that goes “I started going to the gym 8 times a week, I put on some muscles, I started a diet and now I look like an action film actor”, in fact if you took pictures of me from 5 years ago vs now I’d just have more acne, I’d have longer hair and still look like I don’t know what to do with myself when I take selfies.

But the sparkle in my eyes, my smile, tell the whole story way better than this long ass stream of words could ever.

I want to say some things that I wish someone told me before starting medically transitionning.

It’s okay to take your time. It’s your body, it’s your journey, if you don’t feel comfortable taking full doses and want to go slow, the only voice you need to listen to is your own. Do what feels right.

If you feel overwhelmed, it’s okay to take a break, it’s okay to ask for support.

Trans people are holy. Everyone is. You didn’t lose your angel wings when you came out because you want to be masculine. You are not excluded from the joy of existence, from being proud of yourself, from being sad, from being scared, from being angry. The emotions and feelings you allowed yourself to feel while processing what you experienced when you grew up as a girl and was seen as a woman are still as valid as before. Nobody can take that from you. If someone tries to, don’t let them.

It’s perfectly normal to grieve some things you were and had before you started to transition, like your high soprano voice or even your chest. Hatching is painful. You can find comfort in things that don’t feel right, so making the decision to change can be incredibly scary and weird and you deserve to be heard and supported through this. Wanting top surgery doesn’t make the surgery less intense, less terrifying, less painful to recover from. When it becomes too much you have the right to take a break and take some deep breaths before going on.

You don’t have to have a radical, 180° change for your transition to be acceptable or valid or worthy of praise. Look at how far you’ve come already. It doesn’t have to show, you’re not made to be a spectacle, you’re human and it is your journey.

Oh, and last thing, you know when some people say “Oh this trans person has to grow out of the cringy phase where you think that you can write essays about being trans or transitionning or just their experience because it’s weird” ? If you ever hear this or see this online, remember all the people whose writing you read and, even if they were not professional writers, helped you more than any theorists did ? If you want to write, do it. It won’t be a waste. It can help people. Or it won’t, and even then, if it helped you, that’s enough.

Love every of my trans siblings, take care of yourselves. You deserve the world.

[charliejaneanders]

Writing any kind of story is a scary proposition, especially if it deals with personal stuff. And writing about trans people during a bogus moral panic is especially daunting -- it's easy to either pull your punches, or feel as though the burden of good trans representation weighs on your shoulders. The good news is that we are living during a time of extreme riches when it comes to trans stories, and a ton of wonderful authors are writing trans tales that defy categorization and bust through boundaries. So please write the story that speaks to you, the story that only you can tell about your own obsessions and dreams. It can be scary or funny or comforting or escapist, or all of the above — don't worry that what you write will be singled out as the One True Trans Story, or seen as a representation of all trans people. Just write your story.

Writing Trans Stories For Fun (and Liberation) --- My latest newsletter!

[kavuma-blogs]

Every lesbian is valid no matter what ❤️

[thesophiewhit]

PHONING FAUST -- A Sapphic Novel of Demonic Contracts, Demisexuality, and Yearning by me! A cool queer author ~

Are you LGBT+ or BIPOC or just REALLY LOVE BOOKS? Interested in being an ARC reader and reading a book and helping a fellow queer indie author out? (Pretty please? -- ARC links all the way at the bottom of this post (beneath the rainbow banner) for those who like Sapphic demon x human angst books ~)

AND LOOK AT THE CHARACTER ART OF MEMPHIS (BADASS DEMON) AND DIAN (HUMAN) BY MY ARTIST FRIEND SNAX

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ABOUT ME

Demisexual?? Queer? Nonbinary? All these were magical words to me until it hit...

Oh-- that's me.

It took me a while to come out as queer, longer to come out as nonbinary, and then some more time to reconcile all this with being a mixed Indonesian kid. A dash of mental health, a sprig of figuring out asexuality and neurodivergence. But atop all that? One thing has been constant.

I've always been a writer.

That's some live footage of me summoning some forces to reign my characters in from being feral.

WHY I WROTE PHONING FAUST

Well, well, well, after years of battling imposter's syndrome, I did it. I wrote another book! It's called PHONING FAUST and it's getting published with queer indie publishing company @ninestarpress-blog because they're all cool and LGBT+ and super talented!

Why did I write PHONING FAUST?

What is... a Faust?

A Faustian bargain is what's popularly known as the devil's bargain. A usually losing situation or a trick where the devil tricks someone out of their soul in exchange for ULTIMATE POWER!

I rewrote Faust to be Sapphic as can be. It stars a mixed Indonesian lesbian named Dian Faust who battles depression tooth and nail and ends up calling a mental health crisis hotline. Bc... she's lonely.

PAUSE-- and this is a horror comedy. Comedy. COMEDY-- you might say?

WHY? HOW? Sounds sad and depressing, right?

WHAT'S FAUST?

Well... in the original retelling version of Goethe's Faust (who retold it from folklore etc etc) the main character of Dr. Faustus accidentally summons the devil or something when he too is about to consider the meaning of life and it gets sad bc he doesn't see one so he makes the devil's bargain FOR ULTIMATE POWER. Or something.

But in my version-- it's based off my experiences as a queer person. Before I had community. Before I understood and accepted myself-- I had a rough time. For a whole bunch of factors outside of that-- I didn't feel like my life was in a good place. And even worse-- I felt isolated.

THE PLOT

I didn't want to bother my friends with my problems. So-- I'd call the Trevor Project or a crisis hotline just to have somebody to talk to. In the same way-- Dian Faust is struggling with depression in the story I write. So she calls a hotline like the Trevor Project just to not be alone.

And guess who she finds?

A super hot genderfluid devil called MEMPHIS, short for Mephistopheles. A pierced and tatted punk rocker who has an interest for telling tall tales and serving Dian Faust's every wish and command! (No, not like that!)

Because Dian Faust, like me, is a mixed Indonesian kid trying to figure out what it means to be queer AND demisexual (finding attraction only after really getting to emotionally connect with someone and feeling, as I explain in the book, a lack of that before then for anyone). And she's figuring plenty out--- including how to save her immortal soul and her feelings for a certain genderfluid demon but if you want to know more-- YOU CAN BUT YOU HAVE TO SCROLL TO THE END OF THIS POST TO FIND OUT !

I wrote this book PHONING FAUST (coming out in 2025 sometime with NineStar Press btw. I have these books CATCH LILI TOO and WAKE THE DEAD also starring Sapphic demiace MCs if it's helpful while you wait!

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I wrote PHONING FAUST (train of thought, sorry, that's the neurodivergence) because I wanted people to feel less alone.

I was, like Dian Faust and like a lot of people, a queer person who felt like I was on an island unto myself. I didn't know who to turn to-- so I turned to no one. By reaching out to hotlines (no hot devils unfortunately), I managed to get the help I needed to avoid making rash decisions-- to get the help I needed to get better. To take that first step.

PHONING FAUST is a novel that raises the importance of mental health and finding community, and most importantly, not giving up. As Dian Faust says in my upcoming book...

There are stars out there-- I had only to see it.

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Hmmm, demon contracts...now where might young 2010 emo me have heard that before... ? ?

[3-in-haelfte]

I’ve been watching Youtube videos teaching our generation how to breathe; it goes something like this:

In through your nose

1-2-3

out from your mouth

1-2-3-4-5

This is easy, right? It's both primal and essential. 

I mean,

 we arrive into this world already crying our

 breathe out loud. 

Announcing our presence 

as a battle cry in front of 

strangers and our parents.

This is why I find

hard to believe that one day I’d

breath you in and start drowning and counting 

1-7-7-4- Wait no. That’s not my breathe.

That’s my phone number.

Can you text me back?

[secretsandwritinggs]

Oh, I like it, Picasso

pairings - Cobra Kai characters x you/non-binary reader

kg’s notes - just wanted to make something that was cute, fun, and a little silly. so here are the characters of Cobra Kai drawing you! make sure to stay real still for them so they can capture you and your essence ;)

Demetri Alexopoulos - staying still is uncomfortable which he something he noted on before you arrived so he tried making your arrangement comfortable. most likely he will do it in private and take it very seriously, he will get nervous every time you move a little, since he could mess up at any time. he apologizes for any mistakes he had made, though he almost made a mirror copy of you in his drawing.

Miguel Diaz - would probably ask you which setting do you prefer: somewhere private or public? you didn’t mind which one, so you let him decide and he chose to paint you on a rooftop. he wanted to bring in the warmth of the sunrise to you as he drew you. little details are out of place but you love it anyway, and you hung it up in your room.

Robby Keene - the two of you talked about where you were going to do this beforehand, so thankfully that’s out of the way. you are his first human project which makes you both nervous, but he says he’ll try his absolute best to capture you. you both settled in an old building outside the Valley to do this, so no one can interfere with your time together. he makes jokes as he draws, cracking you up and he presents a wonderful drawing of you smiling (while being in what looks like cat shit)! he does offer to clean you up before dropping you back home.

Devon Lee - right out of the gate, she tells you that she is very nervous and doing this for a school project (Kenny would be the same project). you say she'll do great on her project but she isn't so sure but appreciates your faith in her. the two of you decided to do it in her home as her mother claims to need her there for the evening. you were focused on the pictures of little Devon on the wall as she drew. "I've never seen someone so serious other than my mother," she joked, cracking a smile on your face.

Anthony LaRusso - he introduced two mediums when he was getting to draw you: the pencils and markers. you didn't get the whole marker thing, but rest assured when he said he was going to add colour in the background to make you the main focus point of the drawing. he was mostly quite, but did make a couple comments responding to any of the questions you had for him. it was awfully nice with how quiet it was as there was classical jazz music playing in the background — you didn’t even know that he liked jazz, you thought he was more of a rock kid.

Samantha “Sam” LaRusso - similarly to her younger brother, maybe this who he got it from, opted for two mediums to draw you with. though she was much more talkative than he was, making small talk wasn't her thing, the two of you had a full conversation about how your life was going and everything. you say that it's going well but incredibly stressful due to personal reasons you wished to not be brought up, she understood and moved onto a different topic to make you more at ease. she hands you the drawing once she's done — she has charcoal and marker all over her fingers. you thought it was silly of her to do those two mediums together as they are known to be messy, but she made them work. she really captured the look in your eye and made you feel somber of how you look through her eyes.

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz - actually the only one who offers to paint you instead of drawing you. confused but you agreed, you make some small talk into wondering why he didn’t go for the drawing. he tells you if he chose the pencil and paper, he wouldn’t stop erasing the marks he made, so that’s why he opted for the paint. the mistakes could be incorporated as purposeful and he can blend them into something else in the background. he switched mediums in paint from water colour to acrylic paint, it was rather interesting to look at and one of your personal favorites.

Tory Nichols - she simply took a picture of you and began editing it with the drawing tool which you thought was strange. she told you to trust what she's doing, so you just stood there in her room dumbfounded. she seemed to stop doodling on that one and asked you to lay on her bed for another one, confused as to what she was asking but not wanting to piss her off you do what you're told. she took another picture and did the same to it, and once she finished she sent them to you. you look at what she sent you, and it was really cool actually. you actually ended up asking her if she did digital art to her to reply, "Oh, I wished I did, but I don't have time or money for it."

Kenny Payne - says that this is for a school project and he does a similar thing to what Tory does, but he actually does have a tablet to draw on, though he’s worried about it looking too much in an anime style. he promises to try his best to make it look realistic, but you told him that you didn’t mind the anime-looking style and that he should try making you look like one of his favorite characters. he smiles some, calming down, and makes you look like two of his favorites as you seem to have both of their ‘characteristics’. that made you smile upon seeing the drawing, he added special effects in the background to make it seem like you had your own powers.

Should I make a part two? If so, with whom?

[captainjackscoat]

lines from my fantasy romance book that are really funny to me for literally no reason:

"CALLED IT"

"Woo! Money!"

"I made it, I get the privilege of extras of it."

"We had definitely eaten far too many pies and were not planning on stopping. "

"I told Marie, who promptly grabbed my face in both hands and kissed me. " (minor spoiler)

"She had said this with a knowing wink in my direction, and I had almost spilled my tea everywhere."

"I couldn’t resist - I patted him on the head"

"I’m burdened with being short"

"or the mice (who most definitely counted as friends, thank you very much)"

"Automatic respect to her, she looked cool"

"it vaguely reminded me of a parasol"

"I was slightly scared she might be a witch. Please don’t steal my nonexistent firstborn."

"Ooh, compliments. I like this."

[gor3sigil]

From girl to something else (it’s a secret) - Part 1

My relationship to my gender is complicated. Femininity was forced onto me, from a very young age, in a lot of different ways.

As I grew up, I found myself indulging in some aspects of it. I remember, as a teenage girl with a large chest, wearing tops that showed my cleavage and sitting in the front row in class to throw off a teacher, or boys my age. We laughed about it with my girl friends, to us it was a game, the rules of it being taught to us by medias like movies and shows and songs, and, for me, by my own family too.

The first memory I have of being catcalled was when I was with my mother and we were looking at pastries from a bakery close to our home. A man, a construction worker in his late-twenties/early-thirties I’d say, looked at my legs. I was wearing shorts as the weather was getting warm. He looked at his colleague and back at me, and said “Nice legs !” and whistled. It was a first for me, I was 12 or 13, and I looked at my mom for guidance on how to act. She laughed and told me as we walked away “wow, already making heads turn ! It’s nice, isn’t it ?”

Nice wasn’t the word I was going for, but I didn’t tell her that, because her excitement was contagious and it soon became something I gloated about.

Also any person who’s been read as a teenage girl would tell you that much: being between 12 to 16 years old out in the world is a nightmare. And I wasn’t a particularly pretty girl. I was average at best, tomboyish, never wore make up. But when I started to go to highschool in a big city, my God, I don’t know how I managed to not kill a man. I couldn’t take the train, I couldn’t hang out in the streets, I couldn’t be at the library without some fucker in his twenties at least trying to get my number, saying something about my body, asking me invasive questions. Even my big brother’s friends grew interested in me.

But, at the same time, I got relentlessly bullied for being ugly, socially awkward, not fashionable in the slightest, and just overall weird. I hated my body more than anything, starved it, cut it, cried in the fitting room when I saw how the trendy shoulder cut-out dresses didn’t fit my wide and bulky shoulders. That no matter how little I ate, you couldn’t plane bones.

Going forward a few years, I first heard the word “transgender” when I was 17. I looked up what it meant, for my at-the-time girlfriend who wanted to transition into a woman. Then, out of curiosity, I googled “transition female to male”. Now, we were in 2015. The examples of “FTM” transitions were so scarce, and I could only find binary trans men who were very gender comforming. It wasn’t a revelation, I didn’t quite see myself in these men. But just knowing that it was a possibility, that people could change so drastically, opened a door that never closed for me, even in moments of doubts.

At first, I asked myself dozens of time if transitioning wasn’t just a way for me to escape my (failed) girlhood. I didn’t have the teenage years of the girls I saw on TV or read in my books: I didn’t have any intense love story, just a groomer who made me cling to him for 3 years before I woke up one day with my own father wanting to ship me to him to get rid of me and I had to get the fuck out to keep myself to myself. I didn’t party, I didn’t have an exciting life. My world, my everything, my true form, was online, hopping from one pseudo to another, from forums to forums, trembling on my chair from all the energy I had to live a life that wasn’t mine and never would be. Did I want to transition into someone else completely ? Or was I really trans and that’s it ?

[rs-hawk]

Fluff only for this one. Woman Reader (sex irrelevant)

Your Godly lover had given you immortality after They nearly lost you. They couldn’t bear the idea of losing you. You hated Them for it even all these centuries later. You had to watch your family grow old and die. Your younger siblings. Their children. Their children’s children. Eventually you couldn’t even be around their descendants. It was too hard. All you could do was set up a trust fund each time you found out another had been born. You still had to take care of them somehow. They were all that was left in this world of your family.

You were a whispered legend in the county you lived in. Some thought you were a Spirit of the Forest that was from the pre-Colonization of the area. Some said you were a monster, lurking and read to eat unsuspecting youth who wandered into your trees. Others said you were stolen by a man who killed you. Very few whispered the truth, because those who had eventually were forced away from the area to allow it to be settled.

It wasn’t until some of your youngest sister’s descendants moved back to the area that you allowed yourself to peek at them. You’d find excuses to go to town, to find them. Your sister had been gorgeous. Maybe the most beautiful woman aside from your mother that you’d ever seen. She was tall, with eyes like clay, hair like midnight and skin so smooth you always wanted to be the one to paint it. Her descendant was none of those things aside from beautiful.

Her eyes shun like the midday sky, with hair that curled and twisted in ways you’d never imagined before the settlers came. Her face was round and childlike despite the life line that aged her face. Her skin burned easily in the sun that your sister loved, but there was ink on that skin. A permanent painting of a bird. You couldn’t help but smile. The more you saw her, the more you wanted to get to know her. You were attached. You did get to know her. You two chatted, and her voice sounding like a melody. You loved her. She was almost like her sister had come back to you.

Then she died.

You felt like your heart was torn out of your chest. You screamed, cried, begged your Godly former lover to let you die, but They didn’t. Then, a few days after, you stood at the edge of her funeral, watching her cold body be lowered into the ground. You saw her husband standing there with their child. A beautiful little girl who reminded you so much of her mother.

It wasn’t long until you saw that same beautiful little girl curled up in a ball in the middle of the woods, sobbing. Her father said he wanted to go camping, then left her. You couldn’t let the search party find her. They would give her back to that man who said she ran off, and she was too young to deny it.

As you sat with her head in your lap and she started to fall asleep, having washed the dirt out of her golden hair, your Godly former lover appeared before you.

“This will hurt. It always does.”

You look at Them, your lower lip trembling. “I know, but I had to save her. He would have just done something else if this didn’t work.”

They look down at the little girl, tilting Their head. “Her heart reminds me of hers. Pure. Soft. She will grow up to be kind, just like her.”

“I miss her,” you whisper, voice cracking as you look down at the sleeping child.

Your Godly former lover lays Their hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I love you.”

“I know. I wish you didn’t.”

“I know… me too.”

[captivatingckcreations]

— first love and kisses!

˖°📷 summary ;; the kids from Cobra Kai is giving you your first kiss OR you were giving them their first kiss // the ones you're giving it to are: Devon Lee, Anthony LaRusso and Kenny Payne ˖° cobra kai characters x you/non-binary reader ˖° cute, fluff, funny, sfw

—. Demetri Alexopoulos

wouldn’t necessarily shy away from kissing you, but he wouldn’t be the one to suggest it. he would let you do whatever, though he is incredibly nervous around you, as he is around everyone besides maybe Eli and Sam. once the two of you did kiss, which was on a date he took you on while claiming it wasn’t one, it was rather warm. you felt his drool escape from his mouth as he pulled you in further. as he pulled you in further, he took a bite of your lip, simply because he wanted to, as his giggles gave that away immediately. where did he learn how to do that?

—. Miguel Diaz

not exactly shy around people like Demetri, but he would rather do it somewhere private so it can be a moment between the two of you. he would like to keep doing it in private until he's comfortable telling everyone else that you've been dating for a little while. you appreciate his honesty and where he was going with it, though your lack of patience makes you want him to hurry up and tell people. he definitely played around in the insides of your mouth and watched as you got flustered in the face from it, but of course you couldn’t say anything. at the time, you two weren’t out with it yet.

—. Robby Keene

he would wait; he would rather wait and watch you go about your day before he made a move. had a look in his eyes, a burning passion, like he had been yearning and working up the courage for years to do this. he grabbed ahold of your face as he plants his first kiss on you and becomes more frantic and hungry as he continues. you let him do whatever he wanted (and needed) to do. it felt amazing and sharp when he did it. he stepped back, almost looking like he regretted doing it, but you stepped forward, reassuring him it was perfectly okay.

—. Devon Lee *💞

bringing up the fact that you wanted to kiss someone made her incredibly nervous, and she even admitted to you that she had never had her first kiss yet. you gawked out a laugh, not thinking she was serious, but she was. "I'm almost sixteen and have never had my first kiss; now my friend is laughing at me for it," she moped, taking a seat on the dojo floor. joining her on the floor, apologizing for not knowing that she hadn't. an idea formed in your head that you might regret later, but she had never had one, so you leaned in and gave her a small peck on the mouth. she blinked at you, and you looked at her - how in the hell were the two of you going to move on from this?

—. Anthony LaRusso *💞

not a fan of the whole idea of kissing, or PDA in general, which kind of bums you out since he's never tried it, or so he's told you. he makes a little joke about practicing with one of the unused dummies his dad has in storage, but you're not allowed to tell anyone about it. you pinky promise him not to tell anyone while giggling, but seriously, he looked deeply in your eyes telling you not to tell a soul. he would be deeply embarrassed if it got out. you wanted to see for yourself if he did or not, and it turns out he was joking and was practicing something else with the dummy. you call him out on his lie before he sneaks a peck on your mouth and tells you that he was being honest. he ran out of there before you can utter anything out of your mouth. that sneaky fool had tricked you and he got away with it!

—. Samantha LaRusso

she would wait, similarly to Robby, but make it clear that she’s eyeing and wanting to do something to you, though it’s not clear to you yet. once the two of you are alone, you ask her what’s with all the staring, and she plays dumb for a little bit before admitting that she wanted to kiss you all day. shocked that she would even say that, you ask her, trying to be bold, if she could kiss you right now. she smiles as she pins you to the ground, her hands are deep in your hair, and you feel a tug at it, but it wasn’t anything major. you break the kiss, all huffed and flustered in the face. she boops her nose on yours and lands a softer, smaller kiss, then walks away, leaving you lying there.

—. Eli Moskowitz

would be waiting all day to kiss you and makes it known; he's not necessarily shy about his declares when it comes to you. you laugh it off, not taking it very seriously that he wants to kiss you. he drags you to the side and begins to kiss you as he tells you he was very serious. he gets aggressive, almost as if he was hungry; his eyes have a certain look indicating that he is before his hand covers your eyes, telling you not to peek. cupping his hand underneath your jaw to hold you upright as he bites your lip, making it bleed; he licks it off so it wouldn’t drip on your shirt.

—. Tory Nichols

would be subtle about her approach at first, then get more vocal about it if you ignored the first couple signs she gave you. she pulls you off to the side for some privacy with you; you were unaware she wanted to kiss now, and it kind of hurt her feelings seeing you were ignoring her. gets aggressive and filled with passion when kissing you, her nails and hands deep in your hair, almost directly on your scalp - guess that's what you get for not paying attention. as time goes on, she gets more gentle when you are paying attention, but when you're not, she's aggressive about it. she also likes to bite your lip, like Hawk (Eli) does.

—. Kyler Park

you kept seeing him around you, not knowing what he wanted to do with you. there were times he looks at you, then looked away to tell his friends something, almost like an elementary school girl. he would be looking sly in the eye, giggling, and flushed in the cheeks. after a little while of doing that, he finally approached you, planted a kiss on your mouth without even asking if that was okay to do. still in shock, he made a joke, well more like a jab toward you, saying that you didn’t kiss or taste like Sam did. confused as to why he would bring her up if he’s kissing you, he didn’t answer that and tried doing another kiss, but you refused, feeling grossed out. why the hell was Sam even brought up? you might have to consult with her later about that or just keep it to yourself…

—. Kenny Payne *💞

you don't know how he feels about kissing because he sends mixed signals, saying 'awh' and 'ew' whenever people kiss. when you asked him how he felt about it, he said he was rather neutral, finding it neither gross nor cute. he continued, saying that the more slobbery kisses, like those he had seen Moon and Piper share, grossed him out. when you offered to give him a little peck to see how he would like it, that seemed to catch his interest. "Please don't drool on me," he begged, making you laugh. you promised that you wouldn't, and he handled it rather well, leaning in to give you a kiss back, which caught you off guard a little. you gladly accepted and leaned forward into it.

—. Shawn Payne

he is the opposite of his baby brother and doesn't mind the slobber or drool. you learn this when you came to visit him a couple times, you don't remember which one. he got so excited to see you on one visit and scooped your face with his hand, planting a massive kiss that clearly took some breath with it. "wow," is all you muster, looking up at him. he smiles and asks if you want another, you tell him after you get your breath back. through your panting, you can see a sneaky smirk form on his face. he plants another before giving you time to recover. he plays around with your lip and squishes your face some as he breaks it off. his time came and went, watching him leave as you're out of breath and hurt. you huff out a defeated sigh as he has to go back.

—. Aisha Robinson

she seems to toy around with the idea of wanting to kiss you, so it can be planted in your head somewhere, making you wonder when she's going to do it. you think of it a lot actually, almost making you blank out at practice, causing you sneak glances at her whenever you see her. she knows about the looks you give her but acts like she had no clue you were doing that. she is still playing around with you before she took it amongst herself to take a sweeter route to kiss you herself, almost taking you off guard, but it didn't. the game is done and over, as it went on long enough between the two of you. the kiss between the two of you was long, almost never-ending; you wished it never ended as her lips were soft and covered in a vanilla balm. she broke it with a tiny kiss to your nose before taking off for the night, and sending you on your way with a little finger wave goodbye.

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[noh07]

list of mixed name ideas (october 29, 2024)

i sorted them into three categories: androgynous, feminine and masculine.

in this list, there's any type of names (mostly for english-speaking people though): typical first names, noun names, mythology names, etc.

if you have more ideas of names for trans folks, writers, etc, just lemme know! (Can also be not-so-cool names for the writers, we need them for the asshole side characters :3)

i update the list every time I have a lot of new name suggestions. this is not the newest version, but you can find it under the tag #updated name list on my profile.

(alphabetical list with 553 mixed names under the cut)

--- androgynous ---

Addie/Eddie

Aki

Alex

Alexis

Alli/Allie/Ally

Ares

Ari

Artemis

Aster

Azure

Bennie/Benny

Beverly

Billie

Blair

Charlie

Chrissy

Crimson

Edie

Eli

Ellori/Ellory

Emerson

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Evie

Finn

Forest/Forrest

Frances/Francis

Gray/Grey

Hayden

Hunter

Jackie/Jacky

Jamie

Jess

Jessie

Jupiter

Lark

Lenny

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Lou

Louie

Mag

Maggot

Mars

Max

Mercury

Mika

Miko

Mizu

Neptune

Noah

Paris

Ollie

Quinn

Rafa

Reg

Robin

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Saturn

Shilo/Shiloh

Skye

Val

Venus

Vin

Vinny/Vinnie

Wilson

--- feminine ---

Abby

Abigail

Adelaide

Adeline

Aileen/Eileen

Aimee/Amy

Alana

Alena

Alessia

Alexa

Alexia

Alexandra

Alice

Alissa

Alli/Allie/Ally

Alura

Amalia

Amber

Amelia

Amelie

Amity

Angie

Anna

Ann/Anne

Annie

Anastasia

Andrea/Andreea

Antheia

Arabella

Astra

Atlanta

Audrey

Aurora

Azura

Bailey

Becky

Bella

Belle

Bettie/Betty

Beverly

Billie

Brenda

Brie

Candace/Candice

Carla/Karla

Carolina

Caroline

Catherine

Celina/Selena/Selina

Celine/Selene

Charlotte

Christina/Kristina

Christine/Kristine

Claire

Clara/Klara

Chloe/Cloe

Cora/Corah

Daniela/Daniella

Danielle

Dalia/Daliah

Debbie

Debora/Deborah

Delilah

Diana

Dianne

Dora/Dorah

Eburia

Eda

Elena

Eleanor/Elenor

Elisa/Eliza

Elizabeth

Ella

Ember

Emerson

Emery

Emi/Emmie/Emmy

Emilia

Emilie/Emily

Emma

Euphemia

Euphoria

Esme

Esmeralda

Eva

Evie

Evelyn

Felicia

Fenya

Finya

Fia

Fiona

Francisca/Franziska

Freya

Gaia

Georgia

Gina

Ginny/Jeanie

Hanna/Hannah

Harmony

Heather

Hecate

Hera

Hestia

Hope

Iana

Irena

Irene

Iris

Isa

Isabel/Isabelle

Isabela/Isabella

Ivonne/Yvonne

Ivory

Ivy

Izzy

Janice

Jasmin/Jasmine

Jenna

Jenny

Jolene

Julia

Julianne

Julie

Juliet/Juliette

Katarina/Katharina

Kathy/Katy

Lana

Lara/Larah

Laura

Lauren

Laurel

Lena

Leia/Leya

Levina

Levinia

Lia

Liara

Lili/Lilli/Lilly/Lily

Lilian/Lilien

Lilith

Lisa

Livia

Liz

Lizzie/Lizzy

Loanne

Lola

Lorelei

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louisa/Luisa

Louise/Luise

Luce/Luz

Lucy

Luna

Maggie/Meggie

Meg

Madeline

Maira/Myra

Margaret

Marge

Marla

Marlene

Maria/Mariah

Marie/Mary

Melanie

Melissa

Mellie/Melly

Mia

Michelle

Milly

Mina

Minerva

Minnie

Miriam

Mona

Naira/Nyra

Natalia

Natalie

Natasha

Nellie/Nelly

Nessie

Nina

Nora/Norah

Nori

Oliv/Olive

Olivia

Ollie

Paris

Pascale

Patricia

Paula

Peggy

Penelope/Pinelopy

Penny

Petunia

Philippa

Pia

Polly

Poppy

Ramona

Rebecka

Regina

Robin

Rose

Roxanne

Sara/Sarah

Sofia/Sophia

Sofie/Sophie

Stella

Stephanie/Stephany

Tara/Tarah

Tatiana/Tatyana

Tess

Tessa

Tia

Tiana

Tina

Valerie/Valery

Vanessa

Venus

Veronica

Victoria

Vivian

Viviana

Willow

Yana

Yasmin/Yasmine

Zoe/Zoé/Zoey

--- masculine ---

Aion

Alex

Alexander

Amon

Anthony

Anton

Arcturus

Ares

Ben

Benjamin

Bennie/Benny

Benson

Bill

Billie/Billy

Bob

Bobby

Brendan/Brendon

Brian

Bruno

Calvin

Carl/Karl

Chad

Chase

Chris

Chrissy

Christopher

Conan

Damian

Dan

Daniel

Dave

David

Davon/Devon

Dionysos

Don

Donald

Dorian

Dylan

Elia/Elijah

Elio

Eliot/Elliot/Elliott

Emerson

Emilio

Erion

Evan

Felix

Fred

Freddie/Freddy

George

Gian/Jan

Hannibal

Harald/Harold/Herald/Herold

Ian

Icarus

Jack

Jackie/Jacky

James

Jamie

Jimmy

John

Johnny

Jona/Jonah

Jonas

Jones

Julian/Julien

Julius

Jupiter

Justin

Kevin

Larry

Laurence/Lawrence

Lenny

Leo

Linus

Lori/Lorie/Lory

Louis/Luis

Louie

Lucc/Luke

Lucas/Lukas

Luigi

Marc

Marco

Mario

Mars

Max

Mercury

Michael

Mickey

Mike

Milo

Nathan

Neptune

Nick

Nico/Niko/Nikko

Noah

Oliver

Ollie

Orion

Paris

Pascal

Patrick

Paul

Pete

Peter

Philip/Philipp/Phillip

Raymond

Reg

Reginald

Regulus

Remus

Rob

Robbie/Robby

Robin

Ron

Ronald

Ronni/Ronnie/Ronny

Saturn

Sean/Shawn/Shaun

Sebastian

Sirius

Steve

Steven

Theodore

Tim

Toby

Tom

Tommy

Tony

Valentine

Victor

Wilson

Yan

Zach/Zack

Zeus

If you want me to add meanings, origins, etc., just tell me! ^^

[yourdailyqueer]

Marieke Nijkamp

Gender: Non binary (any pronouns)

Sexuality: Queer / homoromantic asexual

DOB: 23 January 1986 

Ethnicity: White - Dutch

Occupation: Writer, civil servant

Note: Is autistic