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rottingcheng · 9 months ago

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ZhanCheng Day 2: Hanahaki Helper

Prompt: lwj having hanahaki and jc thinks it’s for wwx but it’s actually for him. Suggested by Tyler. ao3 link

"You have to drink the water. And open up your mouth properly."

Jiang Cheng let go of one end of the plastic bag he was holding, grabbing the water bottle to wave it at the Lan brother's nose. Glaring, Lan Wangji accepted, then downed half the liquid in two gulps – or, one and a half, before immediately descending back into the bag and coughing up another bout of hyacinths.

It was a pitiful sight, the once infallible Lan Wangji choking up flowers at the back of the school library. Though Jiang Cheng felt for him, he knew it was no one's fault but the boy’s own. It was Hanahaki disease, after all. The affliction Jiang Cheng was hit by all of last summer. The grand punishment for an unrequited love. The incredibly effective incentive for ending it.

Now on the other side, Jiang Cheng felt a certain sense of responsibility over his classmate's situation; it would have been so much easier last year if he'd had someone by his side to help him, to tell him it was possible for it to end.

He patted Lan Wangji's back, grimacing sympathetically, and Lan Wangji promptly deposited a singular wet plum blossom above the hyacinths.

"That the last of it?" Jiang Cheng asked. For him, the fits usually ended with the smallest flower.

Lan Wangji arose, wiping somewhat savagely at his spit-covered mouth with the back of his hand.

"It's good to know when to stop. If you keep forcing it, it'll fuck up your stomach."

It was usual for Lan Wangji not to speak or respond to him, especially whenever Jiang Cheng swore without thinking. A semester periodically spending an hour after school typing up his notes taught him as much. Nothing against him. Boy was just quiet and didn't have any desire to mince words. He could even consider it a refreshing take compared to the company of his brother Wei WuXian, who found silence so detestable he'd sing limericks just to quash it.

Oh right. His brother.

Lan Wangji took another swig of water, chest still heaving from the stress of upchucking sticky flowers from his stomach. Jiang Cheng tied the plastic bag with a half-bow, then pulled his backpack towards them on the floor. He had a bottle of honey aloe tea in the drink pocket, of which he'd taken one sip of while on his way to the library. He slipped it from the mesh pocket and stuck it forward between them.

"Here. Honey's good for the throat. It probably feels like something's crawled its way outta there, right? If you don't take care of it, you'll start tasting blood, and your flowers will become red-flecked and a biological hazard."

He could almost taste the old metallic tang at the back of his throat as he described it. It was a good thing he'd taken a liking to the taste of honey aloe while he'd been sick, and continued drinking it even after he'd gotten better. There was not much more relieving than the sweetness of honey gliding down one's throat, quelling the bitterness and strain petals and stems tended to leave behind.

Lan Wangji did an excellent job at expressing his ingratitude for this. He glared at the bottle, the broken seal, the centimetre of missing portion at the neck. Then he glared at Jiang Cheng, who, seeing his expression, pulled his lips into an irritated scowl.

"You're the one with the rabies here – d'you wanna have a bleeding throat or what? Just fucking drink the aloe, Lan Wangji."

He thrusted the bottle at the other boy's chest impatiently. Lan Wangji took it, the fingers that brushed Jiang Cheng's hand feeling clammy and cold. He finished the bottle in three consecutive gulps.

"Better?" Jiang Cheng asked, afterwards. The boy certainly looked better.

Lan Wangji didn't look at him.

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(This is a part one I will continue later on ao3 hopefully. I have no self control. Weh ;;) Written for Milk's 30 Days of ZhanCheng! Ao3 Collection.

#milks30daysofzhancheng #zhancheng #milk writes

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 years ago

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“Numbered” Fic Titles (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

1+1 (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Can’t I just want to listen to Beyoncé in my own home?” Phil asks with a frankly worrying attempt at innocence.

1 New Message (ao3) - Fangirl4life

Summary: Dan hates traveling without Phil, but sometimes he has to. Dan and Phil talk over text while Phil is sick and Dan is alone in a train.

3:23 In the Morning - trash-fics

Summary: “Forget how to live. Forget how to breathe. Forget how to think, and then forget how to be conscious at all… He wasn’t sure why he was awake, but it was 3:23 in the morning and he was.”

In other words, it’s over, and Dan doesn’t know how to cope.

4 Ways To Spice Up Your Sex Life - fiction-phan

Summary: Phil thinks it’s time for them to move out of their apartment and into a house of their own and what better way to surprise his boyfriend than to look at some property websites to try and narrow down their options for potential houses. If only Dan didn’t stumble on one of these websites on Phil’s laptop and come to a completely different conclusion.

Phil was tired of him and wants to move out. It was now up to Dan to get back Phil’s interest in him and what better way to do that than to look on the internet for ways to spice up a relationship? Follow Dan’s adventures as he follows the steps on a love article to try and spice up his and Phil’s sex life. Nothing can go wrong….

5 (+1) Ways To Say "I love you." (ao3) - HolyPhan

Summary: The ways in which Dan and Phil say "I love you", without actually having to say it.

5 Years Short - cherrihearts

Summary: Dan and Phil’s anniversary of meeting five years ago.

7 Minutes In Heaven - interrupted-by-fireworks

Summary: Dan and Phil have to play 7 Minutes in Heaven at a party.

9 Years - auroraphilealis

Summary: Dan writes a letter to Phil on their anniversary, and it might be a little bit sappy (but shh, don’t tell anyone because Dan’s still an edge lord).

11:22 on a Friday Night - imnotinclinedtomaturity

Summary: Late one Friday night, Phil worries that Dan is missing out the quintessential first-year uni experience. Dan, however, doesn’t want it; he’s happy just how things are.

11 June, 2018 - daniactuallysnuffledthatpopcorn

Summary: Despite the fact that they have two shows in Warsaw on Dan’s birthday, Phil intends to make it the perfect day.

14 Reasons to Love Dan Howell (By Phil Lester) - jilliancares

Summary: Phil made a list about why he loves Dan.

16 Reasons Why - exovative

Summary: Dan’s insecure and Phil cheers him up.

17 by dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil look back on their teenage years.

19, just - elliesfics

Summary: The morning after is always just as dangerous as the night before.

19 October - analester

Summary: Dan and Phil celebrate their anniversary.

20/20 - unlester

Summary: phil’s going blind and it’s not okay. not really, anyways.

20 Questions - passionfruitwriter

Summary: Dan grows up under his parents luxury, but has never had a friend. When he makes friends with Phil at a holiday resort, he tries hard to not ruin their friendship by messing up. Something happens though when secrets are revealed in a game of ‘20 questions’.

£30.99 - weh-tun

Summary: 2012!Phan drabble about breaking up – and a reminder of how much it hurts to get left behind.

;;42 - mairieuxes

Summary: In a universe where Dan Howell is a lawyer who makes a lot mistakes but helping Phil Lester isn’t one of them.

75 Things Phil Noticed About Dan - thisisanotherhunter

Summary: When Phil’s friend and coworker forgets her glasses, Phil finds himself face to face with a customer who is deaf- and he just happens to be Phil’s perfect match. Luckily for Phil, he’s able to understand all of Dan’s words, even if they don’t make any sound.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #numbered #numbered masterlist

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seishun-emergency · 2 years ago

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to all my mutuals i think you are soso cool.... i would send asks or say things more directly but i get scared. #boyfail

#leo composes #things i will only say while sick pt 23580348 #its just me with no filter it s still me its just like #minus a thousand layers #weh. anyways #so many cool people following me i hope they know i thhink theyre soooo cool

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mamabirbsnz · 2 years ago

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Introduction Post!

I figured it was time lol

Peekaboo! 0v0

My name is mama birb! Or you can call me mama, birb, mb, whatever you’d like.

While I am the mama birb, the birb in my pfp is not me. That is my baby birb, Wasabi. He is a 1 and a half year-old quaker parrot, and yes, that comically small cowboy hat he’s wearing is real. I bought it at a craft store. (Feel free to ask about him, I’ll be happy to answer!)

She/her, Bisexual (I am dating a man, but I like women an enbies as well.) I am 20 years old, and I am on the Autism spectrum.

I don’t sneeze nearly as often as I wish I did ;-; Like I have no allergies and I rarely get sick… To most that sounds like heaven, but for me… weh 😭

Also, for the record, I will not be making any fandom content. I personally don’t feel comfortable thinking of certain characters in a sexual way.

However, I will be sharing a couple of things I am a fan of and enjoy casually (no snz or sexual stuff involved):

jj/ba, a/ce a/ttorney, d/anganronpa, f/naf, s/oul e/ater, s/gt f/rog, n/ichijou, s/outh p/ark, t/awog, and that’s all I can think of.

Now onto the kind of content and snz stuff I like!

Kinda things I’m into:

Sneezes (dur)

Original snz content (as in no fandoms, although I still listen to fandom content every now and then. I just prefer not to make fandom content myself.)

Snz ocs!

Snz related questions (don’t be afraid to ask me anything!)

Constructive criticism! (I’m always open to improvement!)

I’m also cool with NSFW snz content!

MAIDS MAIDS MAIDS I FUCKING LOVE SEXY MAIDS!!! FEATHER DUSTER MOMMIES FTW!!!

Kinda things I’m NOT into:

Emeto (pls tag)

Stupid Arguments

Unironically spelling a snz as “Wazoo” (I know it’s just a funny ironic joke, but it’s such a boner killer when it’s used unironically 😭)

I will not do fandom snz content. (sorry guys, it’s just not my style. I prefer making stuff with my ocs. Again, no problem if you like fandom content, that’s totally cool. I just personally don’t find enjoyment in making that kind of content.)

⚠️KINK SHAMING!!!⚠️ (Like seriously, bro? There’s a fetish/kink for everything. Get the fuck over it, get off my fucking blog.)

⚠️MINORS!!!⚠️ (This is your only warning: If you are under 18 or have no age listed in your bio, I’m blocking you. I’m not taking any chances.)

Favorite Snz Tropes 🥰

Colds, in general

Cold denial

Stubborn cold patient and an even MORE stubborn caretaker

Holdbacks, especially with LONG build-ups

Vocal, desperate hitching

Stuck sneezes!!! ESPECIALLY with lots of false starts!!! 😵‍💫

Feather-play, feather inducing, feather dusters (fuuuuuck yes!!!) 😍😍😍😍

Snzing while hiding

Uncommon allergies/sensitivities (cleaning products, candles, dogs, feathers, chlorine, rabbits, etc.)

Dust

Kitten sneezes and soft smol sneezes! 🥹

SNEEZE TORTURE WITH BONDAGE YES PLEASE!!! 😈😈😈 (bonus points if torturer is using feathers~!)

I’ll probably add an archive to this post (once I figure out how lol) so you all can access my wavs, art, oc bios, and other stuff more easily! But for now, that’s really all I have to say! Thanks for stopping by! ^^

Now, shout it loud and clear for the folks in the back!

⚠️MINORS AND NON-KINKS DNI!!! DO NOT REPOST THIS TO NON-KINK BLOGS!!!⚠️

#mama birb introduction #mamabirb introduction #snzfucker #snz #snzblr #snz kink #snz fet #sneezefucker #sneeze kink #snez #snezfucker #sneeze fet #sneezeblr #sneeze

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tendouluvr · 4 years ago

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hq!! dads and their kids singing a cartoon’s theme song

- characters: bokuto, hinata

- warnings: none but in hinata’s it talks abt doctors and medical procedures but it’s all fake and just toys (doc mcstuffins)

- wc: 1k, 839

a/n: thought of this in the shower,,, lots to think abt

BOKUTO : sofia the first

#! noooo he has twins u cannot tell me otherwise

#! little twin girls,, they both have his pepper colored hair

#! one has shorter hair, she likes to keep it shoulder length

#! the other one is “growing her hair out so daddy can practice doing hair”

#! not her words, it’s bokuto’s words

#! you were out doing some quick errands, leaving all three kids at home alone

#! bokuto just finished showering the girls and they both ran out of the restroom with little towels wrapped around them before he could grab their clothes

#! a chase ensues and very loud high pitched giggles could be heard from both of them as they run around while keeping their tiny hand on their towel so it doesn’t fall off

#! “i’m gonna get cha~!!!” bokuto sings as he walks around the house, following their giggles that just keeps getting louder

#! they think they’re being quiet, but sadly bokuto’s their daddy :((

#! bokuto tries not to laugh when he hears them shushing at each other to be quiet even though they were both making noises

#! “hmm where could they be..?” he feigns ignorance while walking back and forth in front of the curtains they hid behind

#! his daughters behind the curtains: 😦

#! “found ya!” he yanks the curtains to the side and they both screamed as he wraps his arms around them to keep them in place

#! another fit of giggles comes from the twins while bokuto chuckles, chest rumbling against them making them laugh even more because it tickles

#! “can we weh pwincess, daddy?” the one with shorter hair mumbled against his arm

#! the other quickly agrees with her sister and excitedly hits bokuto’s other arm while beaming up at him, “bwaid!!!!”

#! he pretends to think about it until they both were clinging onto his arm to shake him before he laughs and opens his arms to let them go get their dresses

#! he follows behind them into their room to see them standing in their closet looking for their dresses

#! after they found it and he helped them put it on, they each grabbed a hand and hurriedly pulls him out to the living room

#! the one with shorter hair lets go to look for the tv remote and the one with longer hair pulls him towards the couch

#! she makes him sit down and she stands in between his legs, both of her tiny hands resting on each of his knees, with her hair facing him

#! “you want braid, angel?” he asks while tucking her hair behind her ears

#! she doesn’t turn around but gives him quick nods so he gets to work

#! now, bokuto’s been practicing his braiding skills. he started out terribly, there were knots, loose strands of hair, and tying it off was so hard :((( why does it keep getting looser as he’s trying to tie it </33

#! but now he’s still not that good, BUT the braids are more composed and he can tie them without ruining the final look :))

#! good job bo

#! he feels the remote hit his arm and looks up to see his daughter staring at him, which makes him laugh

#! “what funny?” she pouts making him laugh harder

#! she huffs when he doesn’t say anything and holds out the remote to him

#! “sofia the firsht, daddy,” giving him a toothy grin

#! “what’s the magic word!!!,” he grabs the remote from her but does not turn the tv on

#! her eyebrows furrow as she stares at him with one side of her hip leaning against the couch, “..pwease?”

#! he gives her a big kiss on her forehead while mumbling a, “good job, princess.” and turns the tv on

#! he goes onto youtube and searches for the ‘sofia the first’ theme song

#! right when the song starts, he was immediately pulled off of the couch by his twin daughters taking him by surprise

#! bokuto stumbles onto his feet, trying to find his balance before his hands were grabbed again and the girls started jumping around

#! his loud laugh could be heard from outside and little giggles could be heard following it as they all bounced around in a circle

#! the twins took turns singing parts of the short song and bokuto joins in when he hears them stuttering over their words

#! “daddy!! can we get pet cwackle?” he heard his daughters asking below him

#! “pet dragon?! of course we can!” he cheers while bending down to pick them up, both girls on each arms

#! “what’s that about a pet dragon?” your voice comes from the doorway and their heads quickly turned to look at you

#! the twins squirm around in his arms to get off so they could run to you

#! bokuto lets them down and you suddenly get ambushed by two mini bokutos while the big one is right on their tails

#! bokuto’s big body drapes itself over you, practically encasing all three of you into his arms

#! his face is in your neck and you feel the girls’ faces smushed against your thighs

#! “daddy said we get ‘wagon!!” one of them excitedly tells you with her hands moving around to show how big the dragon was going to be

#! “a wagon?” you pretend to not understand making her pout with furrowed brows

#! “no! pet ‘wagon!!!! daddy said pet ‘wagon.”

#! “it’s pet dwagon, not ‘wagon,” the other one subtly rolls her eyes at her sister, making both you and bokuto raise an eyebrow at her action

#! “where’d she learn that?” you mumbled so only he could hear and you felt him shrug against your body

#! “dunno, probably uncle omi,” he chuckles into your ear, sending shivers down your spine

#! you push him off for making you feel ticklish, but he caught the smile on your face before looking down at the girls

#! one of them looks up at him and he picks her up to walk to the couch while the other was talking your ears off about a pet dragon, but somewhere along the way her words got jumbled and she lost you lmao

#! you picked her up to walk to the couch, settling against bokuto’s side with her laying on you

#! bokuto turns on a playlist full of ‘sofia the first’ episodes and you guys let the twins watch while laying on their parents as you both softly talk to each other about your day and tonight’s dinner

HINATA : doc mcstuffins

#! hinata’s little boy likes to help people so ‘doc mcstuffins’ easily became one of his top shows

#! his tiny, slightly tilted mop of orange hair could be seen in front of the tv majority of the time during his play time

#! for christmas, he was gifted a doc mcstuffins play set with the tiny white coat and everything

#! whenever hinata had a day off, he would spend his day playing with his kid by pretending to be a patient

#! you guys have considered the possibility of your child growing up to be a doctor seeing that he loves to help people feel better

#! OMG and if hinata happens to get one of his sudden fevers that prevents him from playing, his son would try to fix him up but because hinata’s actually sick he can’t keep going near him 😭😭

#! so his son is just persistent on helping and hinata is just laying in bed hiding under the blanket, which is super hot and making him sweat like balls

#! “dada, why no play?” his head is tilted to the side with a curious look and his hands are up like his shoulders are shrugging, a tiny pout on his lips at his dad who was hiding from him under the blanket

#! “it’s because i’m sick, bubby.” he hears his dad muffled grumbling

#! “but ‘m doctor!!!!! i can giveyu check up!” his chubby little hands raise up in excitement

#! “nooo, i’m sick for real. if you keep touching me you might get sick too. i love you, but please go play with your stuffies instead, baby.” by this point, he lifted the blanket off of himself to talk directly to his son whose hand was holding onto the fake stethoscope around his neck

#! “ok, daddy. i go, but wait here!” he quickly runs off before hinata could say something and a few seconds later, the kid’s fast like his dad, he’s already running back into the room holding a stuffie

#! “here you go! she better doctor so she can make you good fast, daddy,” a shy smile on his face as he hands hinata his small doc mcstuffins plushie

#! hinata lets out a laugh at his antics before taking the doll and hugging it to his chest

#! “thank you, bub. go play now, i love you.”

#! “lub you too!!!!” he squeals as he runs out of the room

#! ANYWAY back to the actual scenario, so it was hinata’s day off and he was currently laying on the couch with a fake blood pumping cuff around his arm that was dangling off of the couch

#! small mumbling could be heard from his son who was quietly talking to himself as he looks around in his doctor chest

#! “am i doing good, doc?” hinata asks him to keep the scenario going

#! his head quickly moves up to look at hinata with wide eyes, “you scared me!” he giggles making hinata giggle along with him

#! “i need to see doctor b’cuz i forgot what to do.. can you turn it on?” he hands hinata the remote

#! without replying, he turns on ‘doc mcstuffins’ and as soon as the theme song plays his son jumps up and his eyes were glued onto the screen

#! “hey, scoot back a lil before you go blind!” hinata slightly raises his voice to get his attention

#! once he’s concentrated on something, he tunes out everything around him

#! hinata knew his son heard him when he saw his bum make the tiniest movements to scoot itself back, he thought it was still kind of close but shrugged it off

#! the mini hinata was bobbing his head side to side, eyes sparkling, and mouth moving along with the words

#! halfway through the song, he hurriedly gets up from the floor to make his way over to his dad who had his eyes closed

#! when hinata heard his small voice singing along to the song, he opens an eye to look up at his son

#! a big smile made its way onto his face and as his son is pretending to pump his daddy’s blood pressure and checking his heartbeat, he also started to whisper along with the song

#! the voice caught his son’s attention and he looks up at his dad before taking his tiny hands to smoosh hinata’s cheeks together

#! they both giggled and the boy crawled up onto the couch to straddle hinata’s waist

#! “dada, you look funny,” he giggles even more then begin poking hinata’s cheeks with a finger

#! “hmm, is that a good thing?” hinata tries to speak but it sounded muffled from his squished cheeks

#! “no!” he gives him a toothy grin as he giggles even louder, finding the situation funny and thinking he was the funniest comedian out there

#! hinata rolls his eyes before grabbing his son by the waist and rolling him over so he was laying on his side

#! hugging him from behind, hinata gives him a gentle peck on the side of his head before turning up the volume on the tv

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gooseking · 3 years ago

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Weh, sorry for not posting as much; I've had a lot going on lately. But I just wanna rant a little bit for a moment. Let me tell y'all about an experience I just had as a trans man.

My youngest nephew (4 years old) heard my second youngest nephew call me by my birth name. Then he heard my best friend call me Danny. He asked me, "Is yours name Danny?" And I said yep. He replied, "But you sound like [birth name]." I said, "Yeah, but my name is Danny now." He said back to me in the cutest voice, "Okay. Yours name is Danny!" And then continued calling me the correct name afterwords. It is just that simple.

It's sad when a 4 year old (who is stubborn btw) understands and changes names right then and there, but a 50 year old who is supposed to be your father figure is upset when your supportive mom calls you by your actual legal name.

The people who say that trans people are grooming children and "recruiting" them to be gay/trans/queer need to open their eyes. We exist. (The majority of us; LGBT people aren't entirely immune to disgusting people) don't groom kids. Nor do we even WANT others to necessarily be trans because we don't want them to suffer like us. It's fine if they come out as trans, but suffering with dysphoria is awful.

I've talked with the oldest of my sister's kids (12 years old), and she is completely accepting of me. She told me that some girls were accusing her of liking another girl, but she told me that she's not interested in girls. And that's 1000% awesome. She may grow to have an interest in both/women in general, but she may not. And guess what? That is for her to decide. She accepts me for who I am, so who am I to judge who she is?

I spoke to her about my transness because she asked me about it, and I told her my experiences. Of how dysphoria feels to me, how I would like to be seen by others, and how happy I've been on T. Of why I wear a binder and why I was distant before coming out. Of how some people have treated me differently by being trans. She has been so accepting, and she even put my name into her phone as a funny nickname (Unc). She even wants to go to Pride with me sometime to show her allyship!

Have I influenced her in any way to become trans/gay? No of course not. Have I groomed her at all? Hell no. Same with my nephews. I just told them that I'm what people call trans, that I was a boy trapped in a girl's body, and that I go by Danny and he/him pronouns now. The middle nephew is still getting used to it, but he's getting there.

I am sick and tired of seeing "groomer" on people's posts about being LGBT. We want basic human rights. We want to be seen as human beings. All that's reported on the news about trans people anymore is about how "a trans person did this wrong" or "preschool teacher fired for putting a pride flag on an activity". Or even about bathrooms with the classic "but men are gonna try to sneak into women's bathrooms and peek at our little girls and claim they're trans". We just want people to be educated so that there's no more violence toward our community. We want kids to be able to be their own person while still learning the basics. Hell, I was bi in 4th grade, but I didn't know because that was foreign to me. All I knew was that other kids made fun of same-sex couples. And sex education is taught in high school. Yes, they are still minors. But when talking about sex education, it teaches them how to be safe. We don't want teachers showing high schoolers "gay porn" or explicit photos of trans genitals. We just want to be considered to be talked about in those circumstances.

Talking about identities in school is important. I personally was lost for a while because no one taught me about LGBT things. During teen years, it is essential for them to feel like they have an identity. I'm not saying to show them "symptoms" of being trans, but maybe have interviews with people of different identities to talk about their experiences.

Even if parents don't want their kids learning about that stuff, allow the staff to have after school clubs CALLED something along the lines of "LGBT Club" or something like that (maybe include allies as well) to be able to talk with like-minded people and have a safe space. My school didn't allow the teachers to have a club like that. The one I joined HAD to be called "Diversity Club" due to "politics". We're not a political topic. We are a marginalized group of people that just want to be treated as people and not be judged for who we like or what we identify as. It's insulting to have people not in the community debate against us for our rights and our personal experiences. It's dehumanizing when trans people are demonized in the news, but nothing good is reported about the trans people who have done good in the world. It's not okay that some people comment on shows like Owl House, Steven Universe, and other queer-supporting shows, saying that they're indoctrinating children. It's irritating, after having your name legally changed, get everything changed except ID/drivers license, then get your court order thrown back at you saying that I couldn't change my ID in a disgusted tone because of a ONE LETTER SPELLING MISTAKE after getting a new birth certificate, social security card, and everything else with the government using the exact same court order.

I've been what some call "stealth" (someone who doesn't explicitly say to someone new that they're trans; someone that passes as the gender they are, but does not show transness proudly). I personally just want to be seen as an artist; being queer is only a part of me. No problem if you are proud of your identity; whatever makes you happy. I honestly live in fear most of the time of someone in my town will harm me because I am trans. I live in a mostly conservative part of the midwest, and it is a possibility that someone may harm me when I'm out in public or comment something less than appropriate. I am scared to go into the men's room most of the time because I overthink and am scared of getting looks, comments, or physical violence.

Anyway, there's my rant. If you read this far, I thank you so much, and hope you gained some insight into being LGBT (if you aren't a part of the community) or connect with it in any way.

#my phone is about to die #tags really fast because this is something I'm passionate about #lgbt #lgbt rant #rant #lgbt problems #lgbt discussion #queer #I forgot to talk about how LGBT history is also important for others to learn #maybe I'll add it in later #let's see if I remember

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rohad93 · 5 years ago

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Moonlit Masquerade: Ch 8

On Friday Amity is tired, but she relishes every minute she spends at school and not home, because the weekend was looking to be just as exhausting.

Blue moon masquerades are a Blight family tradition, her parents have been throwing the parties for as long as she can remember and it’s a tradition that they begin throwing these parties at sixteen. With this being the first blue moon since the twins turned sixteen it's finally time for them to do it.

Normally the two are all about parties, but considering all the rules and protocols their parents have set for the event, any enthusiasm the twins might have had is well and truly dead before the party planning even begins.

Now it’s just one more thing expected of them and Amity can tell how much they hate it, so she tries to help them with the planning whenever she can.

Someday it will be her turn after all.

She also still has yet to speak to Luz since Wednesday and she feels bad about it, but facing her is too hard right now, especially when the object of her affections seems to actively pushing her toward this secret admirer she has.

She clutches her book to her chest as she walks down Hexside’s quiet and deserted hallways.

Maybe Luz is just a pipe-dream she needs to try and forget about. She was never going to have the courage to face her and tell her how she feels, and if Luz had any inclination toward her at all she wouldn’t be advocating so hard for a mysterious stranger.

Her lips quiver and her eyes burn but she quickly shoves it down. She is not going to cry at school, she’s a Blight!

A mantra she uses to steel herself even as she hates it.

She shakes her head and continues on toward her locker.

When she stops to stand in front of it the creature looks annoyed and she realizes why when it opens its mouth unprompted and sticks out its tongue.

She's started to get a little more used to these surprises but the one waiting for her this morning makes her gasp.

Sitting there on her locker's tongue is a small maroon colored velvet box she knows immediately is a jewelry box. A piece of folded paper sitting beneath it.

She hesitates a minute before picking up the box and the note. Curiosity gets the better of her and she opens the box before anything else and stares wide-eyed and mouth slightly agape.

Nestled within the satin lining is a brooch.

Fine lines of gold shaped to look like thorned vines twist and loop in random but pleasing patterns, overlapping each other in places. At the center of the vines is a small tear-shaped gemstone in a gold setting. She's not sure what kind, but it's a deep fuchsia color that sparkles and gleams when it catches a stray beam of light from the hallways overhead lights.

It's beautiful and Amity is in awe of it as she pulls it from its box with hesitant fingers and holds it gently in her hand. She runs her thumb over the hard and smooth facets of the stone, feeling the different, sharp cut sides press into the pad of her thumb.

The metal is cool and hefty in her fingers and her heart thuds in her chest that someone would go through all this trouble for her.

It's a common misconception among the student body that Amity Blight must be beating suitors off with a staff, but the truth is no one had ever pursued her.

Her family was highly influential and well off, everyone assumed she was above them, unattainable; so they didn't try. Not that she’d done much to change that opinion.

Of course, when it finally does happen she's head over heels for someone as unattainable as people think she is…

With gentle fingers she puts the jewelry back in its box and finally turns her attention to the piece of paper, unfolding it.

"Amity,

When I saw this in the market I could only think of you. I hope you like it. This is my final gift as your secret admirer.

Even if you can't return my feelings, would you dance with me tomorrow night?

I'll be wearing a black and purple horned demon mask.

~Your soon-to-be-not-so-secret Admirer

Amity's heart is thumping loudly in her chest, the meaning of the letter is clear. Her secret admirer is going to be at the masquerade tomorrow night.

She clutches the box in her hands and bites her lip.

Maybe… this was her chance to let go of Luz…

Her heart aches at the thought, but her mind knows that it would be the better choice.

Luz is human and while it's rather uncertain right now if she'll ever actually leave the Boiling Isles since the only known portal has been destroyed, Amity's parents would have an aneurysm if they were to ever find out she was in a romantic relationship with a human, the Owl Lady's apprentice no less.

Despite that, if the opportunity presented itself Amity would still leap headfirst into it without any reservations.

She's never known anyone like Luz in all her life. The girl is kindness and sunshine incarnate, something exceedingly rare in a place like the Boiling Isles.

She’s made her a better person in the time they’ve known each other.

Looking back now she finds it hard to believe that she ever hated her.

She looks down at the maroon box in hand and frowns, chest tight. Conflicted emotions run rampant through her mind

For all the things she loves about Luz, of which there are many, she knows that she'll never have the courage to tell her so, and Luz has made it clear in just as many ways that she doesn't see Amity in the same light, and at the end of the day, all her longing and feelings are for not if Luz doesn't return them.

But here, in the palm of her hand, she has a chance at something that might be real and not just a flight of fantasy.

She takes a deep breath and puts the box and note in her bag and heads to class.

She doesn't see Luz at lunch, for which she is grateful but disappointed. She sits with Willow and Gus when they wave her over.

"Hey, Amity, have you seen Luz today? We missed her this morning," the plant witch asks. Amity frowns.

"No, I haven't seen her all day."

"She must not be at school today…" Willow frowns.

That's unusual, Luz loves school. Amity wonders if she's sick, but in the back of her mind, she wonders if Luz is avoiding her.

She looks down at her lunch and is suddenly not very hungry, but she stays and chats with Gus and Willow.

~ ~

Luz probably should have told her friends that she decided not to go to school today in order to have more time to get ready for Saturday night, but she’s on a deadline, there was no time to go to the school to tell Gus and Willow. She really needed to get a scroll.

She only has one real problem left.

Hiding her ears.

If either of the Clawthorne sisters had magic it would be an easy thing to cast an illusion spell over her ears, but they don't; so it's not.

She's been leafing through Eda's various magic books, searching for a practical solution to her problem.

So far, no luck.

"Ugh!" Luz groans, shelving the books and stalking to her room, grumbling under her breath. "Why couldn't I have been born with a bile sac!?" she laments, dropping face down onto her sleeping bag.

She’s running out of time and unlike the way she handles most things, no plan, full steam ahead and flying by the seat of her pants, she needs to have this figured out before the party or everything was going to be for nothing! Now wasn’t the time to sharpen her improv skills.

She has her clothes and her mask, they were easy. She was pretty pleased with herself on that front.

“Aghhhhh” she yells into the fabric before she ran out of air and was forced to flip over onto her back.

Her time is ticking away and she can’t waste anymore with her frustrations. With a sigh, she hauled herself up and looked around her room, spotting the book about ancient, wild magic Amity had leant her and leaned over to grab it, dragging it into her lap and flipping it open.

She quickly leafs through page after page, hope waning as the minutes turn to hours and the next thing she knows the orange rays of the sunset are leaking through her window.

She sighed and twisted around, trying to relieve the pressure in her back from sitting hunched over the heavy tome for so long.

Maybe she could wear a hat, would it be okay to wear a hat?

She tiredly flips another page and scans it quickly as she reaches for the next but stops.

In front of her are some illustrations of witches, but unlike other images in the book, these ones have what look like glyphs drawn on their skin; tattoos maybe?

Some of the book is written in a language she knows and some of it is not, and this section is, of course, not.

But the longer she studies it the more an idea forms.

She sets the book aside and scrambles to her bag for a pen.

With one in hand she moves back over to the book The studies it again before laying her hand flat against its pages.

Steadily she draws the illusory glyph she'd been experimenting with across the back of her hand. She observes the final product and hesitates.

This could be dangerous.

She doesn’t allow the thought to take up much more than a few seconds of her time as she slaps her other hand over the glyph and willing it to do what she wants.

Her hand is enveloped in a light blue glow and when it fades her hand is tipped with long claws, the glyph still visible on the back of her hand.

She flexes her hand tentatively and slowly a grin begins to split her face.

“It worked… It worked!” She jumps up with an excited whoop. She licks her thumb and rubs at the ink, as soon as the circle is broken the illusion fades with the same soft blue glow as before. She takes her pen and closes the circle back up and casts the spell again, and again, her hand transforms.

Giddy energy is filling her to near bursting as she shoots out of her room and runs into the bathroom.

It's an hour later that King is banging on the bathroom door.

“Other people live here and need the bathroom!” he squeals angrily, stomping his feet.

He almost falls over when the door suddenly swings open just as he’s pounding on it.

“Weh!” He stumbles, but catches himself and looks up, ready to lay his wrath upon whoever is hogging the bathroom but stops short at the sight in front of him.

“Well? What do you think?” Luz asks excitedly, but she doesn’t wait for his answer before bolting down the hall.

“Eda, EDA!” She calls pounding down the stairs and toward the kitchen, where she can hear someone moving around. Lilith looks up from her place on the couch as the girl passes and does a double take.

“What?” Eda grumbles looking up from the large pot of potions she’s stirring. “Where’s the fir-” she trails off when she actually sees Luz.

She looks totally the same.

Except where once her ears were round, they are now pointed like any other witch on the Boiling Isles.

“Wha-?” Eda looks at her wide eyed.

Lilith has followed into the kitchen to get a better look at the girl.

“Fascinating, how did you accomplish this?” She leans in close to get a better look. The illusion is seamless and if she didn’t know better she would have never guessed Luz wasn’t a witch.

“Well, you know that illusion glyph I taught you?” she asks and they nod. “Well, I was looking through this book Amity gave me and it showed wild witches with glyphs drawn on their bodies. So I figured I'd give it a shot!” she grins and reaches up to flick the tips of her now pointed ears.

Eda walks over and turns her around, brushing Luz’s dark hair out of the way, she can see that drawn on the back of both of Luz’s ears are small illusory glyphs. The older with grins.

“Kid, you’re brilliant.” She ruffled the girl's hair and Luz beamed.

“Thanks, Eda.”

“And think of the scams we could pull with this!” She grins and Lillith rolls her eyes.

Luz just chuckles, not even a little surprised.

#Lumity #Amity Blight #Luz Noceda #Eda Clawthorne #Lillith Clawthorne #Gus Porter #Willow Parks #the owl house #fic #Moonlit Masquerade

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stephinsshortstories · 4 years ago

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Story 2.1: Student Lounge Smoothies

(Part 1, I hope?) A confession from one athlete to another, and all the anxiety that comes with it. Sometimes you just gotta swallow that lump in your throat and shoot your shot!

Like 1.1, this story is one of my most “realistic” premises. That means a believable setup, and no magic or plot tomfoolery! Themes include wlw crushes, the dynamics of asking someone out, and other beautifully human experiences.

This is another fairly early work of mine, and it’s written from a perspective I have only partially experienced myself, so it’s a bit of an experiment! Please share constructive critique if you’ve got it.

While the following story doesn’t contain overtly sexual content, I still ask those under the age of 18 to pass on it. Also, be warned, it can take up a lot of space on your dash!

The locker room flooded with bodies quickly. It was Friday, everyone was desperate to get changed and get out, and Coach Theresa always made Friday workouts the worst. “To make sure nobody gets lazy,” she’d say. The atmosphere hung heavy with sweat and a generally ubiquitous urge to not be there longer than necessary.

Like most of the university lacrosse team, Kate was in a hurry to split.

“Dammit…” she whispered to herself, seeing the line forming for the showers. She hadn’t muscled her way in enough in the initial rush; most of the team beat her to the stalls. Still, she decided with a groan, they were faster than going back to her dorm.

Not being able to do much before a proper shower, Kate waffled for time. She hang restlessly at her locker, watching small pockets of conversation ripple through her teammates. A couple of her friends passed her on the way out, and she resolved with them to hang out in the student union tomorrow night, and threw in a few jovial complaints about their Molecular Bio lab project. Kate watched a majority of the girls trickle out over ten, maybe fifteen minutes, and silently castigated herself for not pushing more every time someone left. How very freshman of her.

Nineteen, and still can’t grow a goddam spine, she thought.

By the time Kate finally got in and out of a shower, only a few of her teammates remained. Trish, Gina, and Dana were discussing something by their lockers, Yasmin was tying her shoes to leave, and someone whose name she tentatively thought was… Verdana? Verona? Whoever. She was stuffing dirty clothes into a drawstring bag.

Nobody’s really focused on me… I think I’m okay to get changed, Kate reported to herself. Equal parts social anxiety, shyness over changing publicly, and shyness over her outfit made her tense and hyper-vigilant. Today even more than usual. When she’d first arrived on campus in the fall, some new friends had quietly and coyly recommended her a certain club downtown. Now was finally the Friday night Kate had mustered the courage to go out, and really experience nightlife… her parents had been pretty strict, and while she’d had her fair share of boyfriends (and a few very secret stints with some girls, as experiments), the hot, neon, underground appeal of a real nightclub represented a whole new level of tantalizing freedom. Dances, drinks, the like…

Kate shook herself from the daydream and began to quickly put herself together. Along with clothes and shower gear, she had a makeup kit and a brush with her - she planned on meeting her friends downtown right after practice. However, after just a few minutes, less than half dressed…

“Hey. Katelyn, right?” a voice over her shoulder asked. Kate jumped. Wheeling around quickly, she was met face-to-face by the toned, imposing figure of Quinn Baker, the team captain, standing over her. She seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

“Yeah! Uh - yeah. Kate. What’s up?” Kate stammered, finally regaining composure halfway through.

“Quinn. Captain Quinn. Yeah, yeah, good to meet ya - can we talk for a minute?” Quinn was still wet, and was wearing a t-shirt and a towel on her waist - she must’ve been in the shower when Kate had scanned the room.

“Yeah, uh - sure, what do you need?” Kate was startled sick, which turned to heavy nervousness; the only reason she could think of for a captain to be pulling aside a random freshman on a team dozens strong would be for a chew-out. Kate’s mind was racing, but she was utterly sure that that would be the last thing she could handle right now.

“I just wanted to ask you a few things,” Quinn, noticing Kate sweating bullets, tried to ease back. “Nobody’s in trouble… but for starters, thanks for picking lax, always good to see new recruits and all.”

“Uh, yeah, I played it through high school, wanted to stick with it here. Nice to meet you… what did you need to ask me?”

“Well, kinda a lie, I more want to talk to you than ask you stuff. First of all, I take it you have plans tonight? You seemed to be getting dressed up in a hurry. Most people don’t wait long for shower here.”

“Yeah, meeting some friends at a restaurant downtown. The walk back to the dorm would’ve taken longer…”

“Fair enough. But Kate, you don’t need to bullshit me. It’s not a restaurant, is it?

Kate began to sweat again. She didn’t mean to lie, but saying she was going clubbing to the team captain wasn’t a good plan. Quinn continued, as if reading her mind,

“Probably clubbing or something, right? That seems a bit better fitting for a sleeved tube top and jeans. Don’t worry. Everybody’s played the fake-ID game at some point. I’m not gonna cut you from the team or anything for it. But I also take it from how buggy you are right now (and the outfit) that this is gonna be your first time. Nervous and shit, right?”

“Right. Going to a place a few friends whispered to me about,” Kate blushed. Quinn seemed cool, anyway… she was standing really close.

“Yeah,” Quinn leaned against the bank of lockers and folded her arms. “And I also figure you’re interested in more than drinks… you may want to stuff those in a zip pocket.”

Kate blushed much harder, pushing the two condom packets deeper into the coin pocket on her jeans and averting her gaze. Arms folded under the chest, she couldn’t help but think, was a good look for Quinn…

“And-“ Quinn lowered her voice, speaking subtly- “you didn’t zip your bag all the way. Those pins on the jacket in there… you’re interested in an overnight, not necessarily with a guy… aren’t you?”

“Uh! I dunno-! I-“ Kate’s face flared red and she began to panic, eyes darting around. She clenched her bag to her chest nervously. She wasn’t comfortable pinning down a sexual preference yet, and had hoped the club excursions would help her find out. The pins on her jacket were a plan to attract anyone she could - now, mortifyingly, she was found out. By the captain of her lacrosse team, no less.

“Listen. Calm down, or you’ll out yourself before anyone else. Don’t freak out, I’ve been there too. Most people have. I’m not gonna repeat it. But I am gonna tell you this - the age restrictions on clubs are there for a reason, and it isn’t just the booze. As a senior, let me tell you to steer clear of those joints until you’re more acclimated to the area… and maybe have a bit more confidence, with friends you’ve known longer, too. Most people there are normal, but there are creeps, and they can smell green from across the floor. Don’t worry. There are other ways to find a good time.” Quinn patted Kate on the shoulder, and left for her locker.

Kate was numb. She was still terrified, a bit traumatized by suddenly meeting an upperclassman like that, but also… relieved. For every bit of curiosity and desire for freedom in her head, there had been three huge chunks of nervousness. Subconsciously, she’d already known what Quinn said, but it was nice to hear it from someone else. It gave Kate a justification to herself to cancel, and breathe a sigh of relief. Other ways to find a good time, Quinn repeated in her mind.

She called her friends, getting out with the excuse that Coach had held the team after practice for a meeting, and resumed getting dressed. Torn jeans, sleeved tube top… yeah, kind of clueless attire for clubbing, she supposed. Then, the jacket… Kate pulled it out of her bag and looked at it for a moment. Leather the color of dark chocolate, cut to the rib line, the right lapel sporting a handful of pins including the pansexual pride flag. She did honestly consider herself pansexual… but she did still need to experiment, too. Kate stared at the pins. She gulped down a bold idea, steeling herself. On the bright side, at least Quinn had already broken the ice…

Most of the girls had left the locker room by this point. Quinn herself had her bag slung over her shoulder and was headed out.

“See ya around,” she waved as she passed Kate.

Gulping, slinging the jacket on, and grabbing her bag, Kate started after Quinn. Her nerves were freezing over, but once she was in motion she couldn’t stop. She grabbed Quinn’s shoulder just as she exited out into the main athletics hallway.

“Hey, um…”

“Yeah? What’s up?” Quinn responded brightly, amazing Kate with her relaxedness.

“Well, I really appreciate what you said. I… I needed to hear it. And you’re really cool, keeping things low-key.”

“Yeah, uh, no problem, I mean-“

“Do you want to get a drink with me?” Kate’s impulses pulled the trigger, for better or worse, before her anxiety could get in the way. Her heart stopped.

“Weh- uh, uh… y-yeah. I guess so,” Quinn stammered, dumbstruck. Kate barely noticed her own amusement at the towering senior’s break in compsure, given the crushing tightness in her chest. Her heart began to pound - Quinn had actually said yes! She honestly hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“We - uh, we could get smoothies or something from the student lounge… guess I technically shouldn’t get actual drinks with my captain right now,”

Quinn giggled a bit. “Yeah, totally. It’s… uh…” she paused.

Kate’s chest could barely expand for her to breathe.

“…It’s on the way to my apartment.”

#wlw #fiction #romantic fiction #romantic #short story #lgbtq #writing #gay #lesbian #pansexuality

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canyouhearthelight · 6 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 62

Thank you, everyone, for bearing with me on the delays for this chapter. There was a benefit: @satan-parisienne got to beta the chapter, AND our other sister got caught up all the way in the meantime.

Right now, I’m at 463 followers. As soon as I hit 500, do we want to do another character contest, or Name the Colony?? I am honestly dying to have all of you name the Colony... I feel like it would make you ALL crew-members of the Ark!

Same warning as always: this is a plague arc, so there are several references to medical procedures.

“There has to be a correlation.”

It was the first thing I heard as I woke up from yet another episode of passing out. Once again, I had been wandering a dream version of the Ark, complete with ever changing levels of dereliction. No matter how hard I tried, I was unable to speak with the Else again, however, and if the Council asked anyone else to even try, no one had informed me.

Blearily, I glanced toward the voice that I had heard. Grey’s hair was ruffled in every direction, as though they had run their hands through it repeatedly. Antoine was asleep, a tube trailing away from a bandage on his arm – I wasn’t the only one in the room needing transfusions anymore. Maverick and Conor were berthed on either side of me, blotches taunting me from the skin around their eyes. Tears pricked at my eyes as I tried to steady my breath before speaking. “How long have you been at it, Grey?”

With a sigh they turned toward me, forcing a kind smile on their face. “Sophia. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’m living in a horror movie. Again,” I groaned. “But seriously. Are the shadows because you’ve been working too much, or are you sick, too?”

“Medical scans only show slightly decreased iron levels from my baseline,” Grey admitted. “But that could also be related to standing and running tests for the last twelve hours.”

I tapped the space beside me in my berth. “Sit down for a minute. Take a break. You know as well as I do that wearing yourself out is counterproductive.” With great reluctance, they folded themselves to sit beside me. “You’re stressed out, aren’t you?” I asked, tapping their fingers gently.

The smile this time was reluctant but genuine. “People are falling ill all over the ship. I have been trying to find a connection – some common activity that they all may have come into contact with each other during.”

“There’s the Food Festival,” I pointed out.

“Very few Terran viruses have such a long gestation period,” Grey explained. “And those that do, have a much different set of symptoms. Additionally, in a setting this small, there are precious the majority of the ship do not share.”

“And you have the problem with the platforms,” I realized ruefully before glancing at my partners.

Cool fingers tapped my cheek. “That issue can wait,” Grey admonished gently. “It is not as important as the health of the people on this ship.”

“Speaking of…” I tried to prop myself up on my elbows, but a pointed look from my friend – as effective as any of Tyche’s glares – had me surrendering to leaning back on the pillows again. “Is there anyone on the ship who isn’t sick so far?”

Grey nodded with a grimace. “The number of those not affected numbers in the low double digits, unfortunately.”

“What do they have in common?”

“Hermits, every last one,” a voice announced quietly as the door hissed open. “And that’s saying something, coming from me.” A tantalizing smell wafted over, setting my mouth and eyes watering as Tyche grinned like the cat who got the cream. She shoved a forkful of something deep reddish brown into her mouth and moaned. “Phaal curry with scotch bonnets. Why didn’t you tell me about this stuff, Soph?”

“Noah is going to kill you if he comes in here,” I warned. “They have officially deemed that a biohazard.”

Grey winced. “I feel I should deem that a biohazard. How are you eating that? Where did you even find it?”

“Four menus deep in my sister’s food console when I stopped in to water the plants,” she explained around yet another mouthful. “I warned Noah I have it, and they promised to wait for the scrubbers to clear the room before they come in here.”

“Give me a bite and I won’t complain,” I wheedled. Noah never let me take that stuff out of my quarters. “And tell me what you mean by hermits?”

Obligingly, she sauntered over and held out a forkful of nuclear-spicy lamb as she clarified. “The few people who aren’t sick are the ones who haven’t left their quarters since arriving. They make me and Derek look downright outgoing.”

“Wait,” I sputtered as sweat beaded and started to drip from my quickly-numbing face. “They haven’t left their quarters in over a year?”

“Nope,” she confirmed. “They contribute, but all of it is remotely. Programming, online tutoring, that sort of thing.”

“Well, that tells us a great deal of nothing,” I sighed. “We can’t even narrow down what activities they haven’t participated in, because they haven’t participated in any.”

“So go the other route,” she shrugged. “Who is the most sick?”

“Nixe,” Grey and I answered in unison. Our resident mermaid was still holding on, but she hadn’t regained consciousness yet.

“Wait,” I interjected as I realized something. I squinted at my sister. “Your symptoms showed up before Antoine’s. How come you’re up, bouncing around?”

“You kidding?” she cocked an eyebrow at me. “Soph. I’ve lived most of my life with sever anemia. Even now I probably have more in my body than I ever did back on Earth. I feel amazing, by comparison.”

“She also has a habitually high-iron diet,” Grey added, tilting their head and glancing at me. “Current comestibles notwithstanding.”

“That makes sense,” I conceded. “So we can’t even build a timeline around onset of symptoms, can we?”

“Negative. Several people on the ship have high-iron diets for various reasons. Particularly your sister and Maverick.”

I rolled my head to left and squinted. “Really? He’s one of the pickiest eaters I know.”

“Spinach, tofu, red meat,” they started ticking off on their fingers. “Lentils and other legumes, pumpkin seeds, broccoli, and organ meats are among the foods with the highest iron content.”

My eyes widened. “You practically listed Maverick’s entire diet, Grey.”

“I am well aware. I do monitor his nutrition closely, as he still has to prove he has consumed sufficient healthy calories in order to start his daily shift.”

“Huh,” I grunted. “So, he could have been sick the longest and we are just now seeing it?”

“While I highly doubt it, your theory is somewhat correct.”

“Weh di’ oo geh ‘im oo ee ohgah mee?” Tyche asked delicately around the last of her curry.

“Conor likes kidney pie, black pudding, and liver with onions,” I explained, trying not to wince at my sister’s breathtaking lack of manners and reminding myself that she just found out she can eat food she only dreamed of trying in the past.

She gulped, a look of revulsion on her face. “Liver and onions? That’s disgusting.”

As Grey completely lost their composure and gaped openly at the statement, I shrugged and soldiered on. “Not my idea of a good time, either, but they like it, so it’s their bonding time.”

“Surely not all three at once?”

“Christ, no. I would kill them if they ate kidney pie without me.”

“Okay, just checking.” Tyche made her way to a disposal and made Noah aware that the curry had vacated the premises.

By this point, Grey was absentmindedly scratching at the rash that appeared from simply being near the dish. “Can one of you explain to me how someone even eats something like that? My eyes are burning just from being near food that spicy?”

“Ask her,” Tyche gestured. “I’m still figuring this out.”

I scowled at being put on the spot before turning to our friend. “I’ve always loved spicy food,” I admitted. “And I’ve never had any digestive issues with it. As I got older, I tried spicier and spicier food. It’s all so – vibrant. So full of flavor. Sure, you have some stuff that is just spicy for the sake of being painful, and I hate that kind of food. It’s just hate and spite made into food. No one should do that.” I sighed, struggling with my words. “Most spicy foods are ethnic foods, and I always liked being able to enjoy the ‘full’ version, for lack of a better term. Being able to go to any country and say ‘I want to eat this the way you eat it,’ and mean that. It just opens so many doors.”

“And it isn’t just spicy food,” Tyche pitched in. “She found this old show once, where this guy went around the world and tried weird native foods, and that was always her dream. Every chance she got to travel like that, she tried the weirdest, most disgusting foods she could, just because she knew she wouldn’t get sick.”

“What was the worst?” Grey asked. When we looked at each other in doubt, they laughed quietly. “It helps me get my mind off of all this.” They waved vaguely at the lab equipment. “So, tell me. I never got to travel much before this. I would like to hear.”

“Well,” I started hesitantly. “I only managed to choke down one bite of balut, but that may be more squeamish heart than squeamish stomach. Anything involving hard fat or cartilage is just right out, sorry. I can’t get past the texture. Once I got past the smell, durian was actually pretty good. Most bugs are really nutty and delicious, surprisingly. Balut was probably the one I liked the least. But – “ I held up my hands in a defensive posture. “I literally don’t remember what it tasted like, I couldn’t get my mind past the thought of what I was eating, so take that for what you will.”

Grey paled slightly as they looked the dish up on their datapad. “People eat that?”

Tyche nodded. “Yep. I don’t get it either, but it’s a delicacy.”

They paled further as they looked up other dishes and confirmed I had tried them. “How did you not get ill?”

“Cast iron stomach,” Tyche and I explained, laughing at ourselves for responding in synch.

“Cast iron stomach, indeed,” they murmured. Suddenly, their head snapped up. They stared intently at the wall behind me before squinting slightly. “Cast iron…”

Without explanation, Grey jumped up from my berth, brushing past my sister on their way to the lab equipment. “Iron. Whatever we are looking for is impacting iron absorption and red blood cell function. – “ Tyche and I looked at each other in confusion as Grey continued their impression of a rambling mad-scientist. “But nutritive iron does have elemental iron as part of the molecule…” Images flickered around the researcher as they scanned through notes and images; expanding this one, discarding that one, squinting at a few. “What if we are segregating the two for no reason… bacteria are bacteria, and the tail failed, too.”

The tail failed? Tyche mouthed at me. I shrugged, lost as she was. We stared on in concern as Grey muttered, only half-audibly, into the night.

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hootpoop12 · 6 years ago

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Lots of Dirk Thoughts

So I made a post a little while ago about not really seeing Dirk as having a lot of internalized homophobia and got some asks about it so here they are and my responses:

I don’t see a person being cautious of another person’s reaction as proof as as their own internalized junk? More as just the awareness that there are others with bigotry and how they might react poorly? Dirk was dealing with two people from a time where he knew it wasn’t always seen as greatest thing to put it lightly. I agree with the AR thing, though, he didn’t have feelings for Jake so was probably like what the fuck ever lmao also you know what Roxy did out Dirk to Jane and I’ve never considered that? Wack.