describe your gender in one word

i'll go first.

Enigma

"Are you a boy or a girl?"

"I'm stardust that woke up, idk what to tell you"

for real WHERE does the idea that [utdr humans] are nongendered so that "you can project on them" come from. their literal character arcs are about NOT being a blank slate to be filled in by the audience

i think i understand the assumption on some level for undertale, because there is a very intentional effort to make you identify with the "player character" in order to make your choices feel like your own (the beating heart of undertale's metanarrative lies in giving you an alternative path to violence against its enemies after all, and whether you're still willing to persue it for your own selfish reasons. YOUR agency is crucial).

of course, the cardinal plot twist of the main ending sweeps the rug from under your feet on that in every way, and frisk's individuality becomes, in turn, a tool to further UT's OTHER main theme: completionism as a form of diegetic violence within the story. replaying the game would steal frisk's life and happy ending from them for our own perverse sentimentality, emotionally forcing our hand away from the reset button.

i think their neutrality absolutely aids in that immersion. but also, there's this weird attitude by (mostly) cis fans where it being functional within the story makes it... somehow "editable" and "up to the player" as well? which is gross and shows their ass on how they approach gender neutrality in general lol.

but also like. there's plenty of neutral, non PCharacters in undertale and deltarune. even when undertale was just an earthbound fangame and the player immersion metanarrative was completely absent, toby still described frisk as a "young, androgynous person". sometimes characters are just neutral by design. it's not that hard to understand lol.

anyone who makes this argument for kris deltarune is braindead. nothing else to say about it.

Is this anything

Edit: now super trans edition, because

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i can't decide which i like more:

the idea - very much canonical and in the author's original concept and view of magic - of the dark arts taking a toll on one's exterior and looks. tom riddle sacrificing his beauty willingly in the name of eternal life, black magic as something that innately corrupts. bellatrix escaping from azkaban with the barest vestiges of her ancient beauty. going from one of the most beautiful women in england to a shell of her former self and no amount of dark magic being able to fix it. and she just. doesn't care. goes from pretty, proud and vain in her youth, to the feverish, fanatical glow harry sees in the department if mysteries. finally she sheds the petal of the rose - look like the innocent flower, her master had once said - and only the thorns remain. the parallel with voldemort himself. the idea that they like each other better now, the only ones to like their respective new appearances better. bellatrix because she can taste the power radiating off him, because she knows how resentful he was of his old face. (oh, he's never said anything explicitly, he would rather be flayed alive than speak of his filthy muggle father to her, but she knew he didn't like himself, took no pride in his aesthetics, it was most unusual, really.) the dark lord because he's reminded of her sacrifice - she was the only one who didn't denounce him, who tried to find him - every time he looks at her. she gave up everything for him: her reputation, her family, her freedom, her health, her beauty, her youth.

or.

the horcruxes are an isolated case. not all prices to pay for power are physical. some dark magic sucks at your humanity, your emotional regulation, your empathy and gives back superficial little gifts. its roots are far from the deep anger, desperation to cling to life of an horcrux. these are ancient witches' remedies to be the most envied in the village. the idea that rotten cores hide behind the prettiest faces. and bellatrix was always vain, always took immense pride in her beauty, her black, pure features. when she escapes from azkaban she tries everything in her power to be herself once again. she still drips with obsession but gradually regains all of her beauty too. cruel people can still be beautiful. gorgeous people can still be inhuman. and yet there is something so human about a woman making her way through the ranks of a very militarised group and still caring so much about what she looks like, still having insecurities, being preoccupied with mundane things like age and decay - and hating it because he would hate it, he hates weakness, and still not being able to help herself. the dark lord was always a collector of shiny things, was he not?

i'm concocting a role reversal au but i realised that mostly i just wanted to draw loid in the assassin dress so. here.

Farscape as things from my own #gender tag. for funsies .

bonus:

one of my friends organized a trans(*)-only lunch for people in the department which i had a shockingly good time at. partly because i have apparently already met and befriended the entire trans and nonbinary population of the biology department at ***

however, since there were several people there who have only recently started Considering Gender, we did get into like "how did you tell your parents, how do you handle coming out to people" type stuff

and since i firmly recloseted at work back when the alternative was trying to come out to ancient faculties members over zoom, my answers were all things like "just do things and don't explain them! personally instead of ever telling anyone my pronouns i just refer to myself as a man only when using the rhetorical third person! i see it bring the fear into certain people's eyes and then i do not address that fear."

and i feel like that was. irresponsible advice

Tired of seeing fic on ao3 claiming to be based off dune the book series when it’s very obvious that the writer has only seen dune the movie(s).

Yes, it matters. Yes, these are very different works. You’re probably doing this for visibility; I don’t care. Archive Of Our Own is a fucking archive, stop labeling your works with a tag you know is factually incorrect. It makes it impossible for me to filter for fics I want to read.

For the love of fuck please make more gender neutral/masc x reader head canons/fics please I'm fucking tired of seeing like 5 million fem/afab fics when there's little to no gn/amab/masc content for my f/os im fucking starving over here for the love of god! :]

i think that while micro labels can seem useful and affirming ultimately they're isolating and kind of an obstacle to your understanding of self. that's because you can never find a word specific enough. there will never be a label or two labels or even ten, twenty of them to perfectly capture and describe all of your thoughts, feelings, experiences, preferences, needs, interests, identities, etc. because you learn more and more about yourself every day and then you change and your wants and needs change with you. having to hop between labels, fearing that you don't 'fit' into a label anymore (both in your own and others eyes), worrying how soon your current label will wear out, questioning if you'll ever fully fit a single one. all that causes a lot of uncertainty and anxiety which could be avoided by just picking a more general thing and molding it according to what it means to YOU. because words will always mean different things to different people, you will never be understood immediately and maybe never completely by anyone but yourself and that's fine

Queer James who doesn’t want a label. Queer James who isn’t 100% accepting of himself, even though he’s working on it. Queer James who is a bit of a whore. Queer James who spent years confused and in the closet. Queer James who isn’t “perfect”

Sapphics quit writing such good songs challenge

Just This Once

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: fluff, no use of y/n, gender-neutral

Word Count: 451

One of the many hidden perks of being blind is not knowing the time Matt thought. It’s an inconvenience most of the time, but that’s what alarms in the morning are for.

When going out as Daredevil, he didn’t have to worry about how late he would come home because he could manage. Didn’t matter to him if he stayed out all night until he was able to feel the sunrise gently warm his face. He would always find his way home and sleep just enough before needing to wake up and run a law firm.

When you entered his life he knew that habit had to change. Coming home at the crack of dawn was cute at first, but that only lasted a few days. So one night when he stumbled back into his apartment he felt a wave of guilt when he sensed that you woke up because of him. Without thinking he blurted, “I wanted to watch the sunrise with you.”

“Matty,” You mumbled into his pillow. He chuckled softly.

“You can describe it to me.” A small smile adorned his face to act as an apology for waking you up. He gently held your face and his thumb brushed against your cheek to keep you awake. “Just this once,” he added while sitting on the bed. 

You lean into his touch sighing, “Just this once.”

Just this once slowly became a tradition for you both to share. You started to set an alarm for 4:30am (if he wasn’t already home to turn it off) where you would wake up, make some coffee and wait for him to come home. Once Matt was back you would help him out of his suit and clean up any wounds that didn’t require Claire’s immediate attention.

Only while patching him up would you start to describe the sunrise through your yawns and soft kisses acting as a reward for coming home in one piece. Looking out the bedroom window, you try your best to describe the different hues from your weary eyes.

The red crimson matches closely the color of Matt’s cheeks when you make him blush; the orange hues are similar to how Foggy’s laugh can spread throughout the room.

And with yellow, well, Matt never heard. Not that he didn’t listen to you, it was quite the opposite, he was passed out on the couch. His head was typically in your lap while you mindlessly run your fingers through his hair after you gave him the all-clear, so he never really heard what that color would be.

Except for one time.

He could just barely hear you say, “And with yellow- God, it reminds me that you're alive.”

Questioning culture is wondering why you feel uncomfortable being called woman, but girl feels nice. You really don't believe in gender and find it pointless, but you like you're fem identity. I'm wondering is it because I don't feel matured enough so woman feels like something a title/label I'll grow into at a certain age?

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