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AO3!!!! MY HEART!!!!
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[ID: a post from a transmisogynistic woman, edited in the blackout poetry style]
"I don't need to I am trans you don't tell your cis". Trans women, you are the same as us, we are the same. We are the same, y'all are not men, we are the same. Do you want to know one of the reasons you are the same as us? You are sexy.
#trans positivity#trans women positivity#queer positivity#blackout poetry#whiteout poetry#queer pride#queer#transgender#trans rights#fixing bad posts#fixingbadposts#fixing things#fixing-bad-posts
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#journals#journaling#journal#whiteout poetry#poetry#blackout poetry#poem#poems#book poetry#my photography#photography#mine#weekly journal#april 2022#photo journal
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im a traumagenic system
#fuck it we're going back to the black lines#this blog is called shitty-proendo-BLACKout-posts. not shitty-proendo-WHITEout-posts.#lol.exe#blackout poetry#pro endo#endo safe#endo friendly
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something something whiteout hides, not fixes, blah blah inauthentic apologies without change lead to longterm structural damage in relationships blah something about the fact that the business card is for an EAP
#art#poetry#idk??#i Did in fact write it on every layer and used like half of a correction tape thingy#which i did a lil one for funsies bc i was like Haha Tall Whiteout#but doin that reminded me of my sister for whatever reason?? idk
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my contribution to the @fixing-bad-posts train, this is whiteout poetry to a truly absurd youtube comment that i'm honestly tempted to share uncensored in a separate post. but here you go
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Little bit of blackout (whiteout?) poetry from the May 5 Dracula Daily email
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queer solidarity in action 👍🏻
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In the same vein as blackout poetry, I give you...whiteout graffiti!
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cherub oc infodump
the MUSE OF VOID is named MARANEE. Her and her brother's hatch day is 7/7. She has a variety of interests, such as WRITING SAD POETRY, PHOTOGRAPHY, and the study of DEMONOLOGY. She is also an AMATEUR MAKE-UP ARTIST and KNIFE MAKER. God. She loves knives. She can make a super deadly and sharp knife out of anything if she tried hard enough.
She uses the BLACKOUT modus, wherein her items are obscured in shadow. She uses the knifeKind and mascaraKind strife specibi. Her handle is somberSoliloquey and her sign is LILITH.
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The LORD OF LIGHT is named ASMODEE. His and his sister's hatch day is 7/7. He has a variety of interests, or at least, pretends he does, such as CLEANING, WOODCARVING, and the study of INTERGALACTIC POLITICS AND HISTORY. He's well-versed in CHERUB LORE AND CULTURE, a rare trait for the solitary species.
He uses the WHITEOUT modus, wherein all of his cards appear to be blank, so he has to rely on memory to find where they are. He uses the flailKind and penKind strife specibi. His handle is serendipitousSatellite, and his sign is SELENA.
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they are both in the midst of a teen rebellion for cherubs.
maranee resents the future that awaits her and the chosen assignment of her traits and personality at her birth, being put in a box as a "benevolent" cherub has caused her to lash out and commit to a harsher persona, obsessed with doom and gloom and attempting to be "evil" instead. she is terrified of growing up, and of the impending loneliness that accompanies it. she hates her brother, but she cant imagine life without him either. her only friend is another girl online, one who really IS in despair, instead of just faking it...
asmodee resents the future that awaits him and the chosen assignment of his traits and personality at birth. he is a deeply philosophical young cherub and has dedicated his childhood to trying to find out what IS good and evil? to find this out, he had chosen to repress his malevolent nature, appearing on the outside as a calm, mature, and pleasant cherub, in contrast to his volatile and emotional sister. he has essentially softened himself, made himself more "palatable," at great emotional expense to himself and to his sister. he wants to just grow up already and leave their slowly dying planet, but his sister is unable to plan for the future and theyre locked in stalemate. his friend online, a commanding boy with a vicious streak, tells him of a game that can benefit all four of them...
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Despite lacking any autonomy, is it possible for Thundercracker to be spoiled? Like, he's highly treasured and could get anything he wants except freedom. So if Megatron starts a book/poetry club with him, only joking a little bit, maybe he could calm his house? Again, this all depends on how he's treated inside the aerie. Please let me know how he's actually treated!
And yessss Skywarp just going 🤩 upon realising it's actually the Megatron. I'm just getting this mental image of him nudging Starscream and going, "If I bond with you, does he become my concubine too?"
Ok ok hear me out 👀 the grand matriarchal trine of Thundercracker's family are his grandparents, and the trine leader is his grandmother. Let's just call her Permafrost (name not final), with her two mates Whiteout and Cirrus. Permafrost is typically an ice cold, incredibly shrewd, and strategic woman, but when it comes to her favorite grandsparks she's very protective. She loves Thundercracker very, very much, and only wants what's best for him: she won't have her favorite grandson being trined to someone who won't treat him with the love and respect he deserves, title as the crown prince be damned. And if the little upstart that's to be future Winglord can't be trusted not to stick it in a ground pounder, like hell does she want his tainted hands on her precious grandspark.
So yes! I like the idea of Thundercracker being very spoiled and doted on, but being unable to be free or truly control his life has him suffocating. The only way to salvage the engagement at this point would be to have him tell grandma Permafrost that he wants to trine to the prince. If he really, truly wanted it, she would concede, but as it stands now she's planning to call the whole thing off. If Megatron started a book club with Thundercracker 🥺 I think he'd be really happy. All high caste seekers are well read, naturally, but none really share TC's passion for it. He's an S-class bookworm and devours anything he can get his servos on, from adventure novels to sci-fi to horror to romance. A lot of it is considered improper or low-brow reading, so there's hardly anyone he can talk to about it.
Then Megatron comes along and recognizes one of the titles he's engrossed in--probably slipped away from the ball to get a break and finish the most recent chapter he was in--and they immediately hit it off. Thundercracker has stars in his optics pretty much the entire time, and when the two of them are found hours later, he's practically glowing. He's never had anyone to talk about his interests with, and certainly not someone who matches his enthusiasm. They lose track of time getting lost in their conversations, and when they're found, Thundercracker has stars in his optics. He's elated, the conversation was so invigorating and he leaves with a radiant smile on his face.
Permafrost has never seen him like this, no one has, not since he was very young. Thundercracker asks her to hold off on canceling the engagement, leaving them in a state of limbo. They're not out of the woods yet, he's not sure what he wants, but agrees to let Megatron (and Starscream) continue trying to win him over. It's a really weird reversal, of the royal line having to court and petition someone of lower status for their hand, but their relationship so far is anything but the norm 🤭 it's shaping up to be a proper courtship, and Thundercracker let's them set a date to meet with him again (for a coutship date, totally, definitely not the beginnings of a book club with Megatron, oh no, never 👀)
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Now, for Skywarp. Starscream firmly tells him that no, Megatron wouldn't be their shared concubine. He's not some piece of shareware for them to pass around! That's the carrier of his children, thank you very much, and he won't have him disrespected and pawed at! Skywarp pouts about it, but takes it in stride. Says he'll continue the engagement if he gets access to Megatron too, as company if nothing else. They’re both aliens in the world of high society, so he feels smthn of an understanding kinship between them. He wants to hang out with his favorite gladiator, and even offers to keep him entertained while Starscream is schmoozing with Thundercracker. Little does he know TC wants to see the new concubine too 🤭
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Jesus poem jumpscare in my poetry tags
just had a terrible awful grinch idea to make a blackout (but whiteout because iPhone editing) poem with this
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Starstrucks: A Romantic Shitpost Part One.
"Look at her."
"I have."
"She's so beautiful."
"She has been glaring at her computer screen for half an hour without moving."
"Wow," Cass said, leaning over the counter and continuing to stare dreamilly at the bespectacled, incredibly tall woman at the table by the window.
Wyda pressed a button on the espresso machine and there was a sputtering explosion of steamed milk and cinnamon. "You could go talk to her," the large goth woman said, passing a volatile cup of steaming orange liquid to Cass. "Anyway, try this."
Cass picked up the drink without looking at it, took a sip, then was legally dead for 2.3 seconds before her neurons began firing again and her heart restarted. She coughed loudly and turned to Wyda, "What is this?!"
"I call it an Asbestos Mystique. What do you think?"
"I think I died."
Wyda tapped her lip, "Do you think that's the mystique or the asbestos?"
Cass chucked the hell coffee into the bin and slumped, "Do you think she likes poetry?"
"Go ask," Wyda said as she looked forlornly at the bin which now housed her latest cruelly discarded creation.
"I can't go ask! Look at her. I bet she goes to college and studies Proud."
"Proust?"
"See?!" Cass threw up her arms, "What if I said that in front of her? I'd die."
"Again."
"Again!"
"Go talk to her."
"I can't!" Cass looked back at the raven haired goddess to see her chewing a stir stick to splinters as she continued glaring at her screen. "She's pondering unknowables. She's writing her thesis. She's-"
A rasping voice came from behind them, "She's playing a visual novel." Wyda and Cass turned to see the last barista, Max, a short, ratty girl, her green apron covered in a hundred stains, some of which might be blood. Her facemask had sharp teeth painted on it in whiteout. "Think it's Umineko."
"A woman of taste," Wyda said, raising a finger. "You should definitely talk to her."
"She's not playing one of your anime games, Max." Cass said, frowning. "She's too sophisticated for that."
From the table the beautiful woman in glasses said something like, "Fucking witch."
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first attempt at whiteout poetry. words by http://fluoresensitive.tumblr.com//
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I made whiteout poetry with my wip doc
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