#non-binary sebastian

[f1-disaster-bi]

A gift for @wolfsbanesbite based on their fic ✨️

All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd were chanting, "More"

[buttery-titties]

i wish i could wear a white tank top in the way a cis man wears a white tank top

[trickerycleric]

i'm curious, so trans people/people who have changed your name

+ in the tags specify if you purposefully chose a name shorter/longer than your birthname

[aubelisk-arts]

Sebastian in the Garden of the Tulips

[mysticdoodlez]

interlude: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Watcher Noah Sebastian x oc (Taylor)

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/n: so up to around chapter six, I was up in the air over whether Taylor would a) start a relationship, and b) go with Nick or Noah. The interlude was bare bones until Taylor made up their mind, but I always had in my drafts a version where they went with Noah. Some talks on the discord happened and I just went "fuck it we ball" and I expanded the draft to a full-blown one-shot. Also: I KNOW ANTLERS AREN'T SENSITIVE LIKE THAT, BUT HE'S A DEER GOD. THE RULES DON'T APPLY TO HIM.

In other news, I tried to write without limitations like last time, cuz non-binary folk who are okay with their body parts and being called "good AGAB" exist out there too, people! So, if mentions of female body parts or female terminology shuts you down, then this won't be for you.

Cw: language, supernatural themes, sexy stuff: oral (oc receiving), slight monster fucking (monster, demi-deity, whatev), pet play if you squint, unwrapped p in v (be safe, kiddos), telepathic dirty-talk

“I don't need to be babysat. Like they're gonna try to break into my house and kidnap me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Well, too bad. Like I have anything better to do than babysit you,” Noah said, shedding his leather jacket he had over his hoodie. I could hear the playful undertone in his voice, thankfully. And to be honest, I was kind of glad he was here.

“Need help?” I commented as he pulled his hoodie up.

“Nope,” he said, lifting it up above his head. I mainly watched just to see how he could manage to get it over the antlers that were sprouting from the sides of his head, but I would be lying if I said I didn't sneak a peek at the part of his stomach as his shirt rode up. “Jeez, do you have to keep this place like a sauna in here?”

“It's not even seventy degrees in here,” I said, trying to avoid staring too long after he managed to get the hoodie off, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was actually that… big under all that clothing. He was now down to just a cut-off tank, leaving all the binding sigils that ran up and down his arms and across his collarbones and shoulders on display. Honestly, combined with the muscles, it made me want to punch him.

But still, after a while, my eyes were drawn back up to the antlers. While not as wide and impressive as the last time I saw them, they still seemed to make him seem taller and bigger than he already was.

“My eyes are down here.”

His words snapped me out of my reverie before he flipped down onto the couch beside me. “What're we watching?” he asked. When I looked down into his eyes, with his face drawn up into a smirk, I was almost taken aback when I noticed the smattering of freckles under them. The Lost Boy Who Would Become King.

“Does it hurt?” I blurted out.

“Does what hurt?” Noah asked.

“The antlers… when they grow out. Do they hurt?” I clarified, curiosity getting the better of me.

He blinked. “N-no?” he replied awkwardly, like no one had bothered to ask that question of him before. “Mostly they’re just sensitive until they reach their full point. Kinda itchy, too.” His thigh bumped against mine.

“Has anyone touched them?” I asked.

“No, usually people are too busy screaming ‘Ah, don’t kill me’ if I get—“ I cut him off with a backhand to the chest. “What? It's true!”

“I meant like Nick and the others,” I huffed, leaning back.

“Nah, they're not stupid enough to–” Noah said, but then stopped dead when I pressed my thumb against one of the points.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt—“ I stammered, pulling my hand away until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to pin me to where I was sitting.

“No, you’re fine, it's just…” Noah swallowed thickly, “I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”

“Like wha…?” I trailed off as I realized what he meant. Oh.

My hand, which was still hovering near his head, fell back down to his antlers. Curiosity getting the better of me, I traced a light line from where they met his skull up to one of the first points. He shuddered under my touch, a small moan slipping out.

“Stop that,” he gritted out.

“Stop what?” I asked. I meant for it to be an honest question, but I didn't think he took it to be like that. Especially when his hand shot up and snatched my wrist away from his head.

“Stop teasing,” he said with a low rumble, dipping his head down to where he was eye level with me. My heart stopped when I saw how dark his eyes were.

I felt his other hand snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. As ironic as the comparison was, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is that why you asked about them? So you could see me like this?” he asked. I was practically on his lap at this point, my knees straddling his thighs. He dipped his head lower to nuzzle his lips against my jaw.

The movement snapped me out of my paralysis, and I finally found my voice. “Aww, is Bambi sensitive?” I cooed, reaching my free hand up to run a finger up his antlers again. He shuddered against me, breath panting and ragged, and I froze up again when I felt his dick begin to harden underneath my core.

“I said watch it,“ he growled, grabbing that hand as well. “Do you like being a tease? Touching me like that?” He pushed me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the armrest above my head. He easily was able to hold both of them with one hand, those long fingers wrapping around them as he freed a hand to roughly grab my jaw. “Touch me again, and I’ll build you up to just leave you here wet and needy.”

My eyes widened a little bit as I took in what he said. “No—“ He cut me off with a small squeeze. The little puffs of breath he let out ghosted over my ear, making me shudder in his hands. When he finally let go of my jaw, it was to only run it over the hollow of my throat and stop. He leaned down, his lips leaving light but wet kisses along my neck.

A soft whimper escaped my throat, and my legs squirmed under his. He chuckled, my only warning before he bit down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp left me, which turned into a moan when his teeth retracted to let his tongue sweep over the mark.

“I want everyone to know what’s mine, little rabbit,” he whispered. “I want them to know that you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”

The possessive tone he used slightly pissed me off, but as he alternated between biting and soothing at my tender skin, I could barely care. That's when I realized, despite my fogged-up brain, my mouth was close to the base of his antlers. So between keening, I let out a breathy moan that I knew would hit them.

His reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan against my wet skin, hips involuntarily shunting forward against mine. The straining in his jeans pressed against my covered core, earning a sharp inhale from me. I didn't know how dizzier I could get.

Noah pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Taylor, if you want–”

“Noah, I want you, monster or not,” I panted.

For once, Noah was stunned into silence. He hovered over me, jaw slightly dropped as he took in my words. He then brought his lips down to lock with mine in a messy, heated kiss.

There was no gentleness in this kiss, and I didn't expect any. This was a man starved. He finally let go of my wrists and trailed his hands down my chest, my waist, to my hips, then trailed them back up, under my shirt this time.

His thumbs ran small, feather-light circles around my nipples. “No bra?” he asked, smirking against my lips.

“Never wear one,” I admitted.

“Good. Off,” he commanded. “I wanna look at you.” He pulled away to give me space.

Somehow I knew what he was talking about through the sex-addled white noise, and I lifted my shirt up and over my head. I flushed under his gaze that slowly raked over my body.

“I could absolutely devour you,” he admitted, leaning back down, lower this time. He ran his tongue up my sternum, up the small slope of one breast, and closed his mouth around my nipple. I keened and squirmed as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard peak, feeling helpless as he teased the other between his thumb and fingers.

Eventually, after both tits were given enough attention, he pulled off with a soft pop, biting into what flesh there was. He left little nips as he trailed down my tummy until he finally reached the waistband of my jeans.

“N-Noah…” I whimpered, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah…?” His eyes flicked up to mine as I gazed down my body at him.

“Please… not here,” I pleaded.

He blinked, his dark brown eyes darkening further. “You don't want me to fuck you on the couch?” he asked.

“P-please n-no.”

Suddenly, with supernatural strength, he hitched my waist over his shoulder, pulling up and taking me with him. I let out a small yelp of surprise, but soon he was taking me back to my bedroom. My world was just an upside- down view of the back of his top and ass. If I could just manage to get my arm up, I could just–

Before I could smack anything, he roughly tossed me onto the bed. He crawled up between my legs, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fast motion. With a groan, and without tearing his gaze from between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garments somewhere on the floor. “Fucking hell, you've been wet this whole time, haven't you?” he asked, leaning down.

“Noah–”

“Are you okay with this?” Noah asked. I stared at him in surprise, and he rolled his eyes. “I might be a monster, but I'm not that kind of a monster.”

“Fuck, of course Noah. Just fucking–” My tirade was cut off as he dove down like it was his last meal. My hips lifted off the bed in surprise, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling them down against him.

I couldn't think of anything past the feeling of his tongue flicking over and around my clit, spearing into my pussy and then flattening as he licked long stripes up and down my slit. All I could do was grab the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his long tresses as I tried to keep myself grounded.

“Oh, God, No… ah–” was all I could manage to get out as I shook like someone possessed. His fingers dug into my thighs, the pain of his nails pressing in only adding to the pleasure. It felt like the more I reacted to him like this, the harder he worked to make me feel good.

I looked down at him to see that he was already intently staring at me. Somehow his dark eyes seemed to be bright when they met mine. I felt him smirk against my lower lips and then I heard,

YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD.

Speaking into my head, hearing that praise, sent a bolt of pleasure through me that had me arching, releasing onto his tongue as I swore up to the ceiling. He lapped it up, not relaxing his movements one bit, and the overstimulation carried me into my second orgasm, my scream tearing through my throat.

THERE IT IS. THAT’S IT, GIVE IT TO ME.

He slowed down, kitten-licking me through my aftershocks, and then finally pulled away, settling me back down onto my bed. “You good?” He asked, like he didn't just completely shatter me.

Through ragged breaths that hurt my throat and my swimming vision, I nodded. Dear God, that was–

“He's not here, and by the end of tonight, I'll have you screaming my name like you worship me.” His growl sent ripples throughout my body. Noah crawled up on top of me, caging my face between his hands, and kissed me roughly. I could smell and taste myself on his lips.

“Noah, please I need you,” I managed to say between fervent kisses.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Noah.”

“Louder.”

“Noah–”

“Pray for me.”

“Please, Noah.”

When I opened my eyes, it was him shoving his jeans off, but what made me gasp was the sight of his antlers, now the crown of bone that I remembered. With his hair wild and tangled from my fingers, and the tattoos spread all across his now naked body, he truly looked like the forest god he was.

He perched over me, leaning down to kiss me hard enough to stoke the fire in my belly again, and trailed two fingers up and down my still-slick folds. He slowly pushed them into my hole, alternating between curling, scissoring, and pulling them out before repeating the cycle. I was a moaning, whimpering mess that could barely talk when I realized that he was lining himself up.

“N-Noah, f-fuck… please,” I near sobbed.

“Shhh, I've got you,” he said quietly, gently brushing some damp hairs off my forehead. He then slowly, tortuously, pushed in, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Ohh god, Noah, a-ah!” I said. “'s n-not gonna f-fit.”

“Yes it will,” he rasped. I was so glad that he too was having a rough time handling me like I was handling him. “I know you can do it.” He then pulled my legs up and hitched them around his waist, nearly folding me in half. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally bottomed out, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans to something primal.

“There we go, good job. I told you you could do it,” he muttered, kissing the bridge of my nose. The feeling of me clenching on his cock had him groan, a sound that seemed like it came from somewhere deep inside him. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Noah.”

His pace was steady at first, torturously slow. I rolled my hips to meet his, and his hands flew down to them to encourage the movement. “Go on… Take what you need,” he said, voice hitching at the end. I reached up to wrap my arms around his wide back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath my hands. His forehead dropped to mine and our lips brushed together in unison.

FUCK, IT’S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME,

he said, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, tilting my face so our lips could finally press against each others,

MY LITTLE RABBIT.

Noah, I’m gonna - I’m gonna… I was desperately close, and his pace just kept getting hastier. I knew I was about to topple over the edge, and Noah was going to push me over with no remorse.

LET GO,

he said,

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his big doe eyes focused on me. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I screamed his name as my head rolled back against my pillow. I swore I nearly blacked out, or at least the edges of my vision turned black, as my vision blurred. I felt my sweat-slick skin press against his as my back arched completely off the bed.

Noah chased his own release a little bit later, thrusting into me while growling something that might’ve been words in the other tongue, or just gibberish. Soon after, his hips stilled, and his body sagged onto me, the weight and warmth being welcome.

We lied there, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I found myself gently scratching at his scalp. My fingers gently brushed against the base of his antlers, and I stilled.

“You’re fine, I can’t feel anything when they’re fully grown,” Noah muttered against the skin of my neck.

“You know that, but not when they’re forming?” I asked.

“Like I said earlier, it never came up.” He chuckled airily.

We stayed like that for a while, his body like an anxiety blanket, until my body decided I needed to get up. Noah thought otherwise, as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and pulled me back against him every time I tried to leave the bed.

“Lemme up, I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower.”

“Only if I get to join you,” he said with a sly grin.

“Those things aren’t gonna fit in the shower,” I said with a momentary glance up at the antlers.

“Oh, I’ll make them fit.”

“…Gross.”

[probablygayattorneys]

I got this for my dad for Christmas but wanted to read though it first, just to be sure, and I picked this bookmark because honestly there is a ridiculous amount of enby energy going on at the prosecutor’s office.

[purpleleavesday]

Hey! I was curious about any specific trans hcs you might have? Also, any thoughts on how that lines up with the Fey clan and channelling? :)

Hi hello!! Thank you so much for the ask!! Sorry it took so long for me to get around to this, I wrote a TON so it took me a little bit to get all my thoughts down. I hope that's alright, I have a LOT to say about trans headcanons and the Feys >:3!!!

For trans headcanons there's a ton of headcanons that I can get behind. I'm pretty flexible and if you tell me any character at all is transgender I'm like "o7 you're so right" but there are some that are particularly notable to me, and I specifically go out of my way to see them as trans!

Ok ok ok let's see. So. Gonna get the obvious out of the way first (minor dgs2 spoilers referenced here ^^): Susato Mikotoba is genderfluid to me and I live and die by this headcanon. Idk if you meant in any aa game or just the mainline ones, but Susato is very important to me so including her anyway <3 I think her relationship with gender is interesting, given how she has to deal with sexism and, of course, Ryutaro is where this headcanon came from lol. I won't yap too much about her but I'm genderfluid myself, and so her being genderfluid is important to me because of that, and I like to give her a nuanced and confusing relationship with gender :]

Ok now that the obvious is out of the way, I've got a. Lot more. Some of these I don't have much to say about but they're important to me ^^

I really like Gumshoe as a trans man! I don't have a lot of deep reasoning, just I like Gumshoe and I like headcanoning him as a trans guy. And also Dick is one of the funniest trans guy names possible (up there with Manfred and Mael)

I think Kay is non binary in some way. I think Kay uses it/she. Kay Faraday I love you

One of my friends posted something about t4t gumbyrde a while ago and I still think about it so Maggey also makes the list. I have no justification just my friend was correct

When I was playing DD I was writing down some thoughts and I had a whole entire crisis in my notes about trying to deduce a trans headcanon for Robin. So. Robin. 👍👍

Still with me? Marvelous.

One of my favorite trans headcanons I don't actually have too much I can say about if I'm being honest, but I really really like transfem Godot. She woke up from the coma and went "oh damn I wanna be a woman actually I think" and who was gonna stop her? So she wears her hair long and she dresses fem and goes by Miss Godot and what are you gonna do about it? I like drawing her with lots of references to Mia (like basing her hairstyle on Mia's), because I love them so much. I'm currently replaying T&T so I might have more to say on the topic of Godot when I finish but. For now. Transfem Godot. Do u see me vision

Ok and. I have many more trans headcanons but this is already much too long without them so I will move on to! The Feys. I headcanon both Maya and Mia as trans!! Maya especially is a very important transfem headcanon to me because one time I had a dream that she was trans. Transfem Maya came to me in a dream what more could it take to convince me

And as for how this interacts with the Feys and channeling! I have a lot to say on the topic, bear with me ^^ I've thought about the whole "spiritual power is only passed down to women" thing a lot and I think it's really interesting in context of transfem Feys with spiritual power. My personal headcanon is that spiritual power is connected to a person's own relationship with femininity and personal perception of their gender. As in, I headcanon that the more a Fey feels like, relates to, and believes they are a woman or have a connection to femininity in their gender, the stronger their potential for spiritual powers, I guess. Of course there are Feys who simply don't have spiritual power regardless, like Dahlia, Iris, and Morgan, but I think when the power is present there's a very strong link there.

Of course, I don't mean to say that's the only factor, I just think it's one of them. Lots of things affect a person's powers I imagine, like how Maya's powers aren't as strong when she doesn't train as often. Standing under a freezing waterfall and all. And it varies from person to person! A regular person's connection with their gender is nuanced, complicated and deeply personal, and it's the same just more complicated when spiritual power is attached haha. A trans woman Fey might have strong spiritual powers when she's young, or she may develop them later as she comes to terms with her gender. A trans man Fey might never have spiritual powers (that he otherwise would have the potential for), or he might have powers when he's younger that fade or vanish as his perception of his gender changes to feel more masculine. Non binary, bigender, genderfluid, agender Feys would of course all have their own personal relationship with it. And of course, there's a ton of nuance I couldn't possibly manage to cover in just one post. Just a couple of examples to make my point ^^

I like to think that Maya is trans, because it makes her relationship with her spiritual powers interesting to me. I imagine she gained her powers around the time she began to question her gender and see herself as a woman, so it isn't something she's always had. That's part of why Pearl has such a strong handle on her powers that Maya doesn't even though Pearl is so young, Maya just hasn't. Had access to that for as long. Maya's channeling powers is also a significant part of her identity, between being the future Master, her powers being one of her strongest connections to the Feys in general, and her life is entirely structured around it when she lives in Kurain.

And, of course, this is her only connection to Mia. When her powers aren't as strong, she can't channel Mia, her only connection is cut off. She feels like this is the only aid she provides to Phoenix, so when she struggles to channel Mia, she feels useless. I think she would tie her own perception of her gender to the strength of her spiritual powers-- when she struggles to use her powers and feels worthless and far away from her sister, it also plays into her struggles with her gender identity. Something like for Maya, being a woman in Kurain means upholding tradition and being a medium, and being ready to take over as the Master of Kurain, and so when she struggles with her gender and sense of womanhood, it's tied to her other feelings of lack of self worth.

And of course. That sucks a lot for Maya, I'm sorry Maya :[ but also! Channeling would be tied to femininity to her as well-- channeling means she's doing well and could arguably be tied to a sense of gender euphoria for her. :]

Unfortunately, I don't have as much to say about Mia. She is also trans to me, but I don't (right now) think she had as much struggle with her gender? I personally think Kurain is pretty accepting of trans women because of how highly they treat mediums, so I don't assume Mia had as much struggles in that area. She had different problems to deal with. I also never got the impression that Mia's spiritual powers were particularly powerful, I guess?? She left the village to become a lawyer, I think she understood that she was a girl pretty young but also never really felt like being a medium was where she wanted to go. She has a lot more confidence in herself, I think– I don't think she would tie her gender as tightly to Kurain tradition as Maya.

But !! There is one more Fey I would like to talk about. I don't hold this as my personal headcanon (I will explain why at the end) but I can't not mention transmasc Pearl, since this one is very important to me regardless. Obviously, Pearl has very strong spiritual powers, and her mother places a lot of weight on that. She's eight and she can channel people on command away from Kurain Village. She's exactly what Morgan wants her to be, a talented obedient medium for a daughter.

But, after Bridge to the Turnabout, Pearl has seen multiple times how her mother has tried to hurt Maya (who Pearl clearly loves dearly) in order to put Pearl in place as the Master. And I think it would be interesting if as Pearl gets older, she grows out of Morgan's influence on her life. She is allowed to be her own person regardless of what Morgan thinks, she doesn't have to pursue being a medium if she doesn't want to. And of course, she still loves Maya and the Feys and her home and her culture, you can't take that from her. But as she gets older, out of Morgan's influence, she finally has the opportunity to question if that's what she truly wants to be doing with her life. If that's who she truly is as a person. And I think it would be a neat representation of this growth and self exploration if as she gets older and discovers who she truly wants to be as a person, she begins to explore her gender, and considers that maybe she doesn't want to grow up as a woman. And as she comes to terms with that, her powers start to wane, representing just how far she's come from Morgan.

Anyway though! I don't let myself think too far into that because I do like Pearls being a medium, and I also don't want to think about potential angst regarding Pearly, I'd feel bad doing that to her ^^ but I can't talk about transgender headcanons and the Feys without mentioning that!!

So!! That was quite the essay, but, in conclusion, yes, I have a lot of transgender headcanons!! I really love trans headcanons and I think you can always improve a character by getting funkier with their gender. And the Feys, their powers and their culture is super interesting to me! I think it could interact really well with the topic of trans and genderqueer people, and it's the sort of thing I love thinking about :] thank you for the ask!! I love thinking about stuff like this and I love writing out things about ace attorney :3

[romeosparadisefanfic]

Part 7: Justice

BARK! BARK!

"DOWN EMMERSON"Commanded Sebastian commandingly.

Light glinted off his prominent cheekbones and he scowled. He looked at Remmington promptingly- clearly Sebastian was not a big talker.

"So like wut r u even doing here twinkle-toes???" began Remmington, crossing his pale arms to match the threatening crosses drawn over his eyes in deep dark dangerous eyeliner.

Romeo gasped a little and shook like a violent storm. Then Romeo slapped themself "PULL THEMSELF TOGETHER, THEY" they thought, so they murmured

"im uh- your new tour manager"

"HA HA HA AHA HAHAHHA HAHAHHAHAHHAHAH AHAH!!! HAHA !! HA!" The members of Palaye royale cackled like hyenas, or worse, popular girls.

"You're really our new tour manager?", shrieked Remmington, "Name 5 of our songs bet you cant, BET YOU CANT, NO BALLS-"

Romeo actually had no balls but was pretty flattered. They must be having a fabulously mascpassing day today. Back to the present situation:

"And what if I don't want to?" smirked Romeo, suddenly emboldened by euphoric gender ambiguity.

Emmerson growled.

"In fact you better play me 5 of your songs to prove you even deserve me as your tour manager!"

Emmerson whined-

"ENOUGH" declared Sebastian, his meaty biceps bulging with hot blood "We will settle this like MEN".

uh-oh

"If you, boy, can defeat me in a thumb war then you will be fit to be our tour manager, if not, i will demolish you and mix you into Emmerson's kibble. Do you accept?"

Romeo wanted to say "Na" but the fate of MCR5 was in their hands. They had no choice but to enter this epic masculine battle in the big boy division.

"Yes."

Palaye royale gathered round and lightning began to crack but Romeo was not afraid to keep on living. Emmerson licked at Romeo's heel while Remmington applied lipgloss worredly. There was something off with this kid. Might he try and pull a fast one?

One two three four and the thumb war was declared! Thumbs jostled and fought for dominance. Sebastian's spadelike digit fought and stabbed but Romeo was fast and cunning. Out of nowhere Romeo pressed down their thumb.

Was this submission?

Had they given up?

Sebastian pounded down his frankenfurter of force, baited by the trap, but before he could pin Romeo's thumb, it snuck up from under his and now began to pin down Sebastian's hasty hog!

However, Romeo was tiring...

One-

Two-

He couldn't hold out any longer!

Sebastian's slippery sausage snuck free!

The two thumbs flailed- it was anyone's game.

Romeo thought desperately. What might a handsome squidward of a man like Sebastian Danzig be weakened by? He had it, he began to tell a magical tale:

"So you know I was walking the other day in a dress and my favourite shoes and i saw this elderly lady and waved at her deferentially as I passed by because I think one should respect older folks. The old lady stopped and began to scowled darkly and I wondered what on earth could I have done to cause this poor woman's discontent? She snarled 'you disgust me' and before i could enquire as to why she spat and YELLED 'how DARE you do something so disrespectful!' She pushed me into the gutter and kicked me in the shins and only then did I realise this woman...she was saying I couldn't wear my converse underneath my dress. A tear trickled from my eye at this injustice and i said 'you know what lady i don't know who hurt you but you deserve love' and suddenly she just started weeping and howled 'I KNOW! I just wish they had accepted my malaria kin identity in nursery school! I'm 95 years old and now I will never feel at one with my genetic predisposition for malaria because it's all but eradicated'. I stood up and shook her hand. It was disgraceful that the world could be so unaccepting. Then I bit her, because I had malaria"

Sebastian Danzig began to cry. The evident truthfulness and righteous nature of the ancient folk story reblogged from generation to generation had softened him and he faltered, allowing Romeo to crush his thumb and hold it for four seconds.

Romeo figured they had made it. They were really becoming something, after all.

they painted their nails black and wallowed in victory

their biceps grew a little

Part one: https://www.tumblr.com/romeosparadisefanfic/781567159172202496/part-one-temptation?source=share

[ineffectualdemon]

Me: *on fangamer looking for stuff I might get the teenager and noticing they have stardew valley stuff*

Me 10 minutes later: Hi Husband! I have a fangamer wishlist and it's basically everything on the Stardew Valley section

[aplaceinthedark]

chapter four: FORGET my NAME

Summary: Down in the Shenandoah Valley, there lay a court consisting of the Grim, the Drowned, the Witch and the Watcher.

CW: mentions of religious sacrifice, supernatural themes

Every chapter will have a different cw section. This is Bad Omens rpf, so obviously, I don't know all the little nuances of the members or their family members.

A/N: Some things are color-coded. If any of you are colorblind lemme know. 

If no one was going to tell me what the hell was wrong with the people here and their fascination with some ghost story, I was going to find out myself.

Frustratingly, the camera was a flop. I had tested it out first with Nick, who had been cheeky and flipped it off when he triggered the censor. But my apples vanished at some point in the night without triggering the camera. After a few nights of that, I set it to record regardless of motion. My result was the camera glitching at 3 in the morning, and not coming back online until half an hour later.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was like they knew the camera was there.

By wednesday, I was almost fed up with the whole thing. When Nick and I texted, I vented my frustrations, but there wasn't a lot he could do since he was in Richmond. After his ominous message in his driveway, he wouldn't talk about the subject; stating it was because of Granny and the possibility of her overhearing. Then he would distract me by almost quite literally dangling a cat in front of me.

Honestly, I think Jerry had more to say than the whole town combined.

Thursday, I was practically bouncing off the walls with how bored I was. I wanted to work on the house, but Nick wanted to help this weekend. I told myself I wanted to wait because then he would be over more, and… I wanted to hang out with him.

I hadn't realized how lonely I was until I came out here. Most of my so-called friends had really been Mike's, and once he was… gone, they vanished. I hadn't had my own friend in several years, and now that I had one, I almost wanted to cling onto him. Like he would vanish if I let him go.

But because he wasn't there, I decided that it was time to find some answers. And if no one would answer my questions, maybe some books could.

And I was gonna start with this Watcher creature.

The library…I don't know if it was because I had grown up in a city where there were several libraries, but my first thought was that it was the smallest library I'd ever seen. It didn't even take up a whole block, and it was only one story. I almost didn't go in because there was no way anything could be in here.

But I forced myself to go in. There were only two people behind the front desk - probably the only people who worked here - and a few people in what looked like a computer room. I slipped off to the left towards all the books before anyone would notice me. I found a corner where I could work uninhibited.

Unsurprisingly, it only took half an hour to find all I could about the subject of the local legends. It wasn't a whole lot, but more than I thought I would find. I found a few books - if you could call them that - several news articles, and a copy of some cartographer's journal.

Reading through everything, I soon realized why no one would tell me anything: it was because there was nothing to tell. It wasn't because they were scared to say its name; it was because there was nothing on the subject. Nada. Zip. No concrete evidence.

Sure, there were stories. Tales of odd noises heard or glances of something in the corners of their eyes. But it was just that: bare minimum evidence that was blown widely out of proportion. Mostly, it was tales of white dogs or the sound of a string instrument from deep in the woods.

And the Watcher…

It was all over the place. One tale said that the Watcher of the Woods existed as long as the mountains were mountains:

In the days before men, wild animals roamed unchecked across the land. They were as spirits and had all the power of spirits and were wise and could speak. Among them, the Watcher of the Woods was the wisest, for he alone could attain the valley of the deepest green and seek wisdom from the oaken groves.

"In the early stages of the world, the earth was still learning its shape. The shell of the earth cracked, and the land heaved, and the oceans churned. Great mountains were born at the seams of the earth, and great valleys appeared where the land split.

In ages past, all things living commanded infinite power. Some creatures sought to keep their strength secret and refused to share their gifts. Thus, darkness sought to make all creatures equal and share their power equally amongst all things.

Instead, the craven amongst them concealed their Divinity, and left the world death-like and dull. Their True Names were lost, and no more were they as spirits. O ly the Watcher remembered how the world had been, and only the Watcher could guide the others toward the darkest grove to uncover the wisdom of old."

“After a time, the deer heard the response to its plea. “I can do what you ask,” the ancient tree said, “though there will be a cost.”

There were also a lot of animal tales, and I was surprised to see Granny's name in one of them as an intro. I guess there weren't a whole lot of people to talk to in this town. There was "Journey to the Oaken Grove" about how a little rabbit journeyed to the Watcher to seek out answers. There was "The Fox's Shadow" about how a fox left his family and didn't come back right. There was also a tale called "Lost in the Labyrinth" where a deer begged the Watcher to take away its suffering.

“I will pay it,” said the deer, “whatever it may be, if it means I may be free of fear.”

“You must give your heart to me,” said the tree. “To be truly free, you must relinquish your greatest strength, and only then will you find relief.”

“Is it wrong of me to do so?” the deer asked, worrying that it was its fear alone that drove it to ask this of the tree.

So the deer whispered its true name to the great tree, who accepted it tenderly and wove a spell to set the weary deer free.”

“Not at all, dear one,” the tree replied. “You are very brave to make such a sacrifice.”

But the most shocking thing I found? A ten-year-old news article abbut these cultists, and weirdly, a photo of Nick and Noah was in it.

None of this, however, held a candle to the witness accounts of people who lived near the forest. Tales of half-men cultists from the underworld, and on the summer solstice, they would appear to make a sacrifice to the horned king of hell.

Nick's words from this past weekend came back to me. "People here like to think they care about you... they end up leaving you to the lions." Was this what he meant?

Nick 😺🍌: Noah wants to know if it’s okay if he can come over.

Despite what little I found, I still copied down what I could, until my hand cramped and my spare change for the copier was spent. I was close to leaving, having everything packed up and ready to go, when I got a text from Nick. I felt my heart leap, but when I saw the subject matter, I groaned in frustration.

Well at least he’s asking this time.

A part of me wanted to text back “No, absolutely not,” but instead I hesitated. If Nick was certain that Noah’s and my first meeting was a fluke, then maybe I should give him another chance.

Nick 😺🍌: come on, give him another chance.

Nick 😺🍌: are you busy?

No, but I’m not home right now. I’m leaving the library right now.

Nick 😺🍌: Can I ask you for a favor then?

I’m not stealing any babies for you.

Nick 😺🍌: LOL NO can you drop off a book at Granny’s? She’s feeling under the weather and I don’t want her getting any sicker.

Anything for Granny.

Nick 😺🍌: Ty! I’m almost done with my break, but just text me when you’re done and I’ll let you know about Noah when we’re closing up shop here.

Defeated, I picked up the book for Granny and left the library. With all my papers and books, I couldn't help but think of my old college days. Gauging the time, I decided that the trip to the Heritage Center would have to wait until tomorrow.

Granny was delighted to see me. She fussed over me leaving, preventing me from simply dropping off the book and leaving, so I had to stay for a bit. Which was fine, since that meant seeing Jerry and Lydia. I tried to skirt around her questions about me and Nick. He had been right about the rumors, in a way, and judging by how she was talking, Granny wasn't helping.

"I'm just so glad Nicholas is seeing someone," she said as I tried to pick up Jerry. "He's never been quite the same since Noah disappeared."

I froze, letting Jerry make a bid for freedom. "N-Noah?" I asked. "Aren't they friends?"

"Oh, they were. Noah was always staying over, so much that he had his own plate at the table," she said. I wasn't able to school my confused expression quick enough before she looked over at me. "Oh, he probably hadn't told you about him yet. He doesn't like to talk about the subject much."

My unease was growing by the second. "What do you mean he... disappeared?"

Granny got up, motioning for me to follow. I went with her to what looked like a spare bedroom, or a storage room for a bunch of crochet projects. But my eyes fell onto a framed picture on a table as Granny dug through a dresser. It was of Nick, though he had short hair and small spacers in his earlobes. He was kneeling and gripping the hand of a much younger Noah, who also had short hair.

Granny pulled out a manilla folder, drawing my attention away from the picture. "Nicholas was once obsessed with trying to find Noah, but then a year had passed, and he stopped. He threw this away, but I kept it in case he would regret the decision." She then pulled out what looked like an old newspaper clipping.

And above it, in big bold letters..

I didn't want to look, but I knew I was going to have to. The first thing my eyes were drawn to was the picture: a young man, obviously older than the previous picture, but with long dark hair and big dark eyes, smirking at the camera. An exact mirror of the man who had shown up on my property a week ago,

MISSING RESIDENT PRESUMED DEAD

[f1-disaster-bi]

I REALLY loved that snippet you did for Similar w/ non-binary Seb a while ago, so: maybe some angst for that verse, if you want?

"It's not like whatever shit he's harping on about now is real, Sebastian heard one of the drivers whisper a row or two from behind him, "There's only two genders. He's just trying to gain new fans since his season is shit"

Sebastian felt something sick twist in their gut as they heard what the other driver had to say about them. It made their chest hurt, and their eyes ache but they kept their head held high.

They would never regret coming out even if half the time, the media and some of the team misgendered them or gave them weird looks now. Sebastian had tried to ignore it and focus on all the messages of support that had flooded in, and more importantly, the messages from people just like Sebastian that now had someone to look up too in this sport. They had Sebastian proudly wearing his gender identity like armour and creating a space for non-binary people's voices to be heard by using their own.

Yet it still hurt.

It hurt to hear someone they had considered a friend talk about them with such disdain in his voice. That someone they had shared laughter and drinks with, could turn around and scorn Sebastian simply for existing.

They knew this would happen. That not everyone would be welcoming or supportive or understanding but Sebastian held their head high as they looked around the room as it started to fill out. They couldn't help but smile as they met Charles's eyes, and the other non-binary but not out driver looked at Sebastian as if they hung the moon. They looked at Lando, tucked in beside Charles and noticed how the young trans-man had started to carrying himself unapologetically since Sebastian had come out. Those two might not be out, and may never be out, but Sebastian knew how having someone on the grid take that leap had reassured them both in ways they may never be able to put words too.

Sebastian was drawn out of their thoughts when more vile words were said behind them but they were quickly silenced as an arm wrapped around their shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up with that backwards shit ", Kimi all but growled at the other driver, glaring over his shoulder, words ice cold.

Sebastian relaxed into Kimi’s side and touch, taking a breath for what felt like the first time since they had sat down.

Let them talk shit all they wanted, because Sebastian knew their worth and they knew that no-matter what, Kimi was always going to be right by their side to help them face whatever the world threw at them.

[buttery-titties]

me: i aspire to have tits like sebastian stan

also me: *bought weights two years ago and only used them once*

[apotheosisgames]

↳ YOU ARE A SCAVENGER; a lone wanderer of the galaxies barely scraping by on your derelict secondhand ship. You hunt down abandoned ships and settlements, stripping them of what useful parts you can find and selling those to whoever will pay your prices. It's a dangerous, solitary life, but you don't have much choice in the matter. You have too much of a past to trust a crew or to settle down planetside.

But everything will change when you discover the salvage of a lifetime. Among the ruins of a planet older than you thought possible, you discover an ancient prison, containing something that you thought existed only in myth.

You don't remember what happens next; but when you wake, you're a prisoner on a Consortium ship — and you are no longer alone in your own mind.

↳ YOU ARE NOW A VESSEL; the last vessel of the lost god.

Or is is the lost vessel of the last god? Either way, life as you know it is over. The Consortium — the conglomeration of various companies and governments that rule known space — want your head. The rebels want your power. But what do you want?

Escaped the Consortium with the aid of a fellow prisoner and a disgraced officer. Find a new ship, gather a crew of your own, and forge your place in a universe in which you are now something other than human.

And don't forget.

Gods may rise, but they also fall.

↳ Play as The Last Vessel of the Lost God, a human who's mind and body has been invaded by a symbiotic (or parasitic?) deity.

↳ Customize your character — choose your gender (female, male, non-binary), pronouns (he/him, she/her, they/them), appearance (height, weight, skin color, hair color, scars, tattoos, & piercings), cybernetic enhancements, and backstory.

↳ Six potential romance options and three optional encounters.

HOLLIS GALLOWAY ↳ the grifter (they/them)

DAISUKE SAITŌ ↳ the traitor (he/him)

AMANI HAMMOUD ↳ the captain (she/her)

SEBASTIAN JĖZ ↳ the mechanic (he/him)

MARÍSOL ESPINOZA ↳ the psychiatrist (she/her)

SALEM SMITH ↳ the adherent (they/them)

& ENCOUNTERS; ↳ Felix Whitaker; the commodore (he/him) ↳ Renata Zhukova; the rebel (she/her) ↳ Esmé Delacroix; the data broker (they/them)

[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

#because they see a man of color w vaugely long hair and go ah yes i will she/her#this character without thinking of the various compound biases probably encouraging me to do so @glitching-desert-snake

Can I bring up these tags for a sec actually?

I have a lot of...complicated feelings about how race is brought up in the danger days verse/fandom bc 1. it's not handled well in the source material to begin with (see the blatant villainization of eastern Asians in the mvs, the white-washing of The Girl in the comics, etc.) and 2. bc this is connected to MCR, a great many of the fans are hailing from emo bandom, which is a notoriously racist space!

So we're already working with a group of people who generally aren't going to be thinking about the implications of racial headcanons and how they interact with gender and stereotypes.

The thing is however, there's a SIZEABLE portion of the danger days fandom who are (and I say this with affection, if not a small amount of annoyance) baby gays. Teenagers who want to put gender headcanons on everything they can bc they want to see themselves in their stories/fuck around with gender in fiction and again, aren't thinking about the implications of their various racial and gender headcanons.

How many people are actually aware of the extensive history of Latino (and in the continental US, Native) men simultaneously being feminized/emasculated AND portrayed as disgustingly and overbearingly masculine/threat to white women due to having long hair?

And how many of you draw Jet Star, who is portrayed by a light-skinned mixed Puerto Rican man, as SIGNIFICANTLY darker skinned to make him more 'visibly ethnic' while keeping the rest of the cast white as all hell?

What some of you need to understand is that:

Having long hair, especially as a man of color, is not automatically GNC or feminine.

There are a lot of implications when you take a predominantly white story, mix it with a predominantly white fandom, and then try to slap racial and gender headcanons onto that without examining the foundations on which the story is built.

This all gets worse when you combine it with the danger days fandom/bandom's long-standing tendency to make Jet Star/Ray Toro the 'mom friend' in fanworks, which is just entirely fucking racist. A lot of people take a look at a real-life man and a character he plays-who doesn't have a single line of dialogue in either the mvs or the comics to give us a characterization-and say "yeah this is a 'mom friend', like every other person of color in media I like."

THAT SAID. There's nothing fundamentally wrong with slapping weird genders onto stupid comic book characters. In fact it's really fun and I do it regularly! But I'm also coming at this from the angle of 1. giving all the characters weird genders, not just one of the two people of color in the danger days cast and 2. I'm literally a light-skinned trans mixed Puerto Rican dude.

No, this is not a 'write only what you know' situation. It's a 'think for a hot second about the implications of gender and racial headcanons and how your biases are influencing what you're putting in your art'.

There's nothing wrong with using she/her for Jet Star. But if that's the only character you're focusing on for gender headcanons and specific racial headcanons, think about why, and then knock that shit off.

why do people always use she/her for jet star?

[sanguinesky-if]

Sanguine Sky

DEMO [Public] [Updated 07/12/2024] genres: romance, modern-fantasy, supernatural, mystery, dark-fantasy.

Sanguine Sky is a work-in-progress modern dark-fantasy interactive novel. The story is heavily focused on romance, characters, and relationships.

The story rated 18+, contains mature and distressing content that may be triggering to certain individuals. It is recommend to check the full list of warnings before you proceed to the story. Please exercise caution and take care of yourself.

Total word count: 197k words [excl. code] | 227k words [incl. code].

You are a detective, tasked with investigating mysterious murders that have taken place in your normally quiet and peaceful hometown, Fallenmor. 

With two victims confirmed already, the initial one being your former mentor, Detective Bergmann, the situation couldn't seem more dire. Or so you thought until you received the news of another body, a possible third victim, discovered at the police station. In your very own office. 

An accident, a mere coincidence, a straightforward warning, a looming threat, or something entirely else… Whatever is happening, you feel it affecting you, awakening something both significantly familiar and distinctly foreign inside of you.

If only you knew that this was just the beginning… Things could have been different. 

But back then, in your ignorance, your singular concern lay with a pressing question: if you failed to find the murderer, who would become the next victim?

➤ Play as male, female, non-binary or trans; straight, gay, or bisexual.

➤ Customize your appearance and shape your personality.

➤ Take on the role of a detective, immerse yourself in the work of the police station.

➤ Embrace the mystery of your existence, or reject that inner sight of you.

➤ Seven romance options to choose from. Select their gender, be assertive or reserved, or focus on your goal without pursuing anyone.

All ROs are player-sexual and gender-selectable [M/F].

Kyle / Keira Moreno

Your colleague, a police inspector, and one of the rudest people you have ever met. Sharp and stern, K is surprisingly perceptive, and they use it to really see you. The good, the bad. Everything. Appearance: icy blue eyes, dark red hair, very pale skin.

Alexis 'Lex / Lexie' Conlan

Your best friend, and also your former partner from times when you were just a patrol officer. With a heart of gold and an approachable attitude, L always chooses you over the others. Appearance: forest green eyes, copper hair, beige freckled skin.

Morgan Schoivell

Your other colleague, a highly-skilled lab technician. M is rather reserved when it comes to emotions, and after almost a year of working together, M is still a walking mystery for you. Appearance: dark brown eyes, ash blond hair, light skin.

Roderick / Rebecca Reyes

The commanding agent of the Criminal Investigative Division (CID) team sent to catch the killer. Overbearing and ruthless, R has their own way of getting things done. Appearance: gray eyes, blond hair, pale skin.

Theodore 'Theo' / Theresa 'Tess' Vazquez

Another member of the CID team. With a cocky smile, T is full of flirts and sneering comments, regardless of the occasion. T has no doubts about what they want and isn't afraid to vocalize it. Appearance: dark green eyes, black curly hair, rich brown skin.

Isaac / Iris Brailsford

I looks the most mature and approachable of CID's fellow agents. Looks can be deceiving, though. Working behind the scene and watching from afar, I carries all the scars within. Appearance: hazel eyes, dark brown hair, olive skin.

Sebastian / Selena Goldstein

Someone new and temporary, S has a velvety voice and a perfect smile that doesn't reach their eyes. You're not sure if your paths will cross in the future, but something tells you S can't be trusted. Appearance: black eyes, long black wavy hair, bronze skin.

Other notable characters:

Your twin-sister: Your sweet, kind, caring, and gentle twin sister. She always tries to be there for you, and show how much she appreciates you, no matter what. Chief of Police, Kendrick Nash: Your boss, who is not handling his job so well after the recent death of his husband, Klemens Bergmann. Detective Klemens Bergmann: Police chief's husband, who happened to be a senior detective and your mentor. He was the first victim, murdered under mysterious circumstances.

A full list of warnings is available in the demo before beginning of the story. I recommend to check it before you proceed to reading.

Links: DEMO | CoG Forum | Q&A | Romance | Tags & Links | Patreon | Ko-Fi | Error Reports |

Thank you for your interest ♥

[vigilskeep]

so these are some companion stats (for the purposes of this experiment, i’m only counting companions you can have during the main campaign, not advisors or those restricted to their dlc like the awakening companions or tallis, but it’s fine if they are a dlc like shale and sebastian or only join for part of the main campaign and are conditional like the hawke twins and loghain):

9 male warriors (5 romanceable), 2 female warriors (1 romanceable), 2 non-binary warriors (1 romanceable)

5 male rogues (3 romanceable), 4 female rogues (4 romanceable)

4 male mages (4 romanceable), 7 female mages (4 romanceable)

which adds up to 18 men (12 romanceable), 13 women (9 romanceable), and 2 non-binary companions (1 romanceable). or 13 warriors (7 romanceable), 9 rogues (7 romanceable), and 11 mages (8 romanceable)

it’s crazy how dao came in with “men are the fighting class who wear heavy armour and women are the support class who wear dresses” and at no point in the franchise did they ever come even slightly close to balancing that. as an aside i’m also fascinated by all female rogues and all male mages being romanceable what’s up with that