#short story? dont know her

[musigrusi]

I'm currently writing a longer fanfic. By longer I mean it has 25 points of story developpement and I have reached point 2. Current Word Count: 70'000 words :)))))))

[cestacruz]

This is just for a very specific HC im having but regardless.

[youthofpandas]

I keep coming back to how in Hell Screen when Yoshihide is torturing his apprentices for reference material, that he uses a snake and then a bird, and the two animals eventually attack each other and vanish after escaping the room. Two very Sinclair coded animals... Given Sinclair's already established understanding of Ryoshu + the fact in Demian he is, of course, also an artist even if that aspect of his character has yet to be shown in Limbus, I just really like to imagine in Ryoshu's canto we might get a former apprentice character who she had mistreated before and has now grown up to hate her and consider her an enemy and that Sinclair will get an Identity based off of them...

Relevant passages below for anyone who hasn't read Hell Screen or wants to look at them again.

[tsui-no-sora]

In the midst of all of this I want to say thank you to Shelby for speaking about her abusive situation, because you really don't think it is abuse until you are no longer being abused.

It's not even immeadete it takes a long time, and then you feel silly for trying to be their friend at all.

And more so, when it's odd stuff like that, things that you usually don't think about, like 'biting' as abusive, or about spending a lot of money as abusive, or living in filth, or being constantly lied to, and made to believe like you were the 'crazy person' in that situation.

But it is abusive, and it is dangerous, and you shouldn't be treated that way. Being resented by your partner, and purposefully injured by them, it's terrible mistreament that nobody deserves.

You don't realize how bad it is until you see it happening to somebody else, and you think, of course nobody deserves to be harmed by the person they love, of course I didn't deserve to be harmed either.

So I want to thank Shelby for being so brave, and bringing visibility to these different ways of abuse, as she said, abuse doesn't just look like punching or hitting somebody, even if it isn't 'dramatically' violent it is still abuse.

And her being brave has made people like me feel seen, and I think it will help many other people in similar situations recgonize that they are being mistreated, and that they deserve to be helped too.

Shelby is an inspiration to me now, for being able to make good in the world even after being harmed like that.

I am so happy she's got so many cool friends in her corner. She is so cool

[spotsupstuff]

here's a neat vid, go watch it if you haven't yet

there's Some things that i don't completely agree with personally, like attributing the Third sin to Materialism rather than Connection (i'd argue that the Ancients had no big issue with being materialistic, considering their golden attires and such- and that going with Connection overall better addresses both the core of Materialism and relationships overall) and then attributing the word Dynasty specifically to asian cultures but that's more history/word definition beef more than anything djgklsjlcgjkd

oh how i'd love to have a debate with this guy about Ancients...

[socksandbuttons]

when i made an underrem 'height' chart BUT theyre like smallified versions SO I CAN DRAW THEM BETTER AND CONSISTANTLY THUS NOT A VERY USEFUL CHART.

[moonlit-orchid]

When your friend needs you to be there to comfort them, but you have no energy for serious conversations and so you're stuck wondering if youre being a selfish asshole or if youre justified in not wanting to be the one to sort their problems out

[roominthecastle]

bonus:

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads / storygraph

Untethered Sky

fantasy novella

about a young woman whose mother and brother were killed by one of the wild manticores that roam the country

so she becomes a rukher, trained and paired with a giant roc, the only creature capable of hunting and killing the manticores

falconry but with rocs, devotion, obsession, and revenge

[trans4hire]

Imagine if you will, there's a new bar that just opened up in your town. It's called The Handkerchief after the Handkerchief code used by queer people in the past.

Since it's a queer bar, you decide to go and see what it's like, support locally queer owned businesses and such.

You find it pretty crowded, wondering how they managed to attract such large crowds so quickly. They've only been open a couple of weeks after all.

You're a little nervous, so you decide to have a seat at the bar and look through their drink menu to see what they have to offer. Most of the drinks on the menu are named after prominent queer people throughout history with little blurbs on the back of the menu about those figures.

You order a drink and while you wait for it you decide to take a glance around the place, you're sat at the edge of the bar so it's easy to get a good look of most of the area. You feel like you can't see a lot of trans people. "Not that there's a specific way to look trans." You nag yourself in your head. But also, why aren't your instincts picking up on any trans people? Is this not a trans friendly queer bar? Have you walked into the Cis-only gay bar of your nightmares?

Before you can spiral any further, you're snapped back to reality by the bartender placing your drink in front of you.

"There ya go, sweetheart!" She says with a Southern Belle accent. You can't tell if that's a point for or against the Cis-Bar Theory.

As you pick up your drink and have a sip, you notice the girl sitting next to you has the same drink. You also noticed she was looking at you before you had looked at her.

"Marsha P.ina Coloda, nice choice!" She says with a sunny disposition.

"Thanks, you too." You said as awkwardly as humanly possible. "Ugh, why do you have to be like this!" You curse your own name in your head.

The girl giggles, bullet dodged. I guess maybe she's into complete dumbasses.

"It's a tasty drink, but I'm not sure I like the tribute." She says as she stirs her drink with her straw looking puzzled.

"Oh? Why's that?" You ask. But you're afraid you already know the answer. She's going to be Transphobic, just like everyone in this bar probably is. You're probably going to chug your drink and pretend to get a phone call so you have an excuse to leave.

"I'm just not sure if it's a fitting tribute, you know?" Your disposition changes, and you turn to face her as she continues. "Like I want people to realize that queer people have always existed throughout history and learn about the impact they've had. But on the other hand, is the way to go about that with themed drinks?"

In that moment, you found your mood completely turning around. Maybe this bar isn't so bad after all. "That's what I was thinking, I'm leaning towards it being a good thing since they at least have information you can read about these people. But the jokey drink names feel like they could be seen as disrespectful."

"Oh, I so agree!" She puts her hand on your arm for a moment, and you feel a warm feeling come over you. This is going to be a fun night, after all.

Hours go by. You don't even end up drinking more than two drinks since you were so busy talking.

"I've had a lot of fun talking to you tonight, I was actually SUPER nervous about coming here. But you know, support local Queer owned businesses." She says as she finishes the last of her second drink.

"Me too. It was nice to just sit and talk with somebody for a change." You take another sip of your drink before realizing you had already drank it.

"You know if you wanted, the night doesn't have to be over right now." She says to the bottom of her empty glass that she continues poking with a straw. Or at least that's who it looks like she's talking to based on her complete lack of eye contact.

"Oh, are you sure you'd want to?" You trail off mid sentence. You're unsure of what to do with the proposition, she is really cute, and funny, and kind, and it's been forever since you had a chance to feel a physical connection with another human, and-

"I mean, if you wanted to, I'd be okay with that." She cuts you off mid internal rant as she looks up at you shyly with puppy dog eyes.

Fuck. You need this, you realize. Even if it doesn't go anywhere, it would still take a lot off your mind right now, a good end to a good night. "Okay, but I can't host. My roommate is working in the morning."

She perks up with a big smile on her face. "That's cool, I can host! My roommate is out of town!"

So that was that, before you knew it, you had paid for your drinks, and had walked back to her place. As you get closer and closer to her apartment, though, your brain starts racing. "Wait, did I double check that she was okay with trans people? Did she know I was trans when she invited me back to her place? What if she's disgusted when she finds out I have a dick?" You try to calm yourself down. "She's okay with trans people in general, I know, but it's different when you're hooking up with somebody, not everybody likes every set of parts, what if -"

Your train-wreck of thought is cut off by the sound of the lock to her apartment clicking. "And here we are!" She beams as if she just pulled off a magic trick.

You follow her in. She starts putting her things down on a nearby table and taking her coat off. You're really here, it's now or never, before you embarrass yourself you have to ask her.

You turn towards her to reveal your big secret, but before you can get a word out, your lips are closed by a passionate kiss.

It's amazing. It feels like it's been forever since you were kissed, like you've been dying of thrist in the desert, and you're given an ice-cold glass of water. It feels like it lasts an eternity. But then she pulls away, and it felt like the kiss wasn't anywhere near long enough.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry!" She says with a panicked tone. "I just, I was so nervous about tonight and things went so well but then I was worried you wouldn't like me and then you're just so pretty and I didn't want to be awkward or say anything stupid that would ruin things so I just ki-"

Before she can keep rambling, you kiss her, and it feels like the whole world melts away. You pull away for a moment before your brain stops working.

"Don't worry, you're really cute too!" You say cheerfully. A big smile adornes her face. Without sparing another moment, you go back to making out.

After what feels like forever but also way too short of a timeframe, you start to put your hands all over each other.

Like you just can't feel enough of her body, and she acts just as eagerly.

You end up taking a step back to put your back against the wall for support, and you find your leg going between her legs and closer to her crotch. You decide to lean into it when- "Wait, is that, is she?" You pause and think to yourself.

You break the kiss at the same time, and both bring your heads up and, at the same time, blurt out: "YOURE TRANS TOO!?"

You take a moment to realize what happened, while your leg was working it way into her crotch, her leg had been making its way into yours, you can't believe you didn't notice.

It seems that both of your legs reached each other's dicks (which had no hope of being hidden at this point in making out) at the same time. And that neither of you had realized the other was trans all evening.

You keep intense eye contact for a moment before both of you burst out laughing.

After a few minutes of laughing at the silliness of the evening, you're sitting on her bed.

"I can't believe we're both that oblivious." She chuckles.

"I can, I've always been like that." She laughs and snorts in the middle of it. She covers her mouth and looks embarrassed. But you couldn't have found her more attractive in that moment if you tried.

The night continues on, and it feels like you're being touched for the first time all over again. The anxiety of the evening melted away for both of you, and all that's left is pure bliss.

As you lay in bed next to her, gradually getting sleepier and sleepier, you begin to wonder how many other trans people were at the bar tonight. Maybe only the two of you? Maybe the entire bar was filled with trans people. You realize you don't care because all that matters to you right now is that the two of you were at that bar tonight.

[wall-e-gorl]

i suppose that i can say that kor is a uc oc now! sk-14, skorteen, kor my pride and joy

[vaugarde]

sketched out a comic page just to see if i Could. always been too intimidated but i'd like to finish and make this minicomic...

[appalachy]

[technovillain]

working on this banner of my best friends my favorite not real people on the not planet.

[letmesleepy]

Watched perfect blue. I loved it except that twist at the end really ruined it for me tbh... Was truly hoping for a story of confusion and not ever knowing where or when you are. It basically turns it from "being a celebrity can ruin yer mind" to "actually it was all this fat woman with a stigmatized mental illness' fault everything bad happened to this beautiful thin girl". Really sucks :/

[soggybottomboysvevo]

this is kind of odd, but does anybody know any good scifi novels/series that specifically deal with concepts of conquest, colonialism, extraction industries, prison colonies, etc