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Anyone responding to a creator's shipping boundary with a sudden influx of queerplatonic ships that are portrayed suspiciously just like amatonormative romantic relationships, put AO3 down for a second and listen to those of us in QPRs
Our relationship dynamics are not a substitute for romance and they're not inherently devoid of aspects a creator might be uncomfortable with being shown (like physical intimacy and flirting)
We can tell when a ship is written as queerplatonic in this soulless way where someone's trying to get around a creator boundary they don't actually have to follow* or around a character's aroacespec identity. They come across as conformative and allo-coded because queerplatonic as a term is used to mean 'a romantic dynamic where they aren't actually together or where there's no actual attraction'
*a creator boundary cannot and should not dictate what a community member does outside of their field of view, and it shouldn't encourage them to expand their field of view beyond what's reasonable in order to police their community - you are a person, you have free will! You can even block that creator in advance on your fan accounts!
Queerplatonic relationships are queer and so non-normative. They bend and defy the rules of what's typical and expected. They are broad and devoid of expectations unless you want to create them. They're things like touch or affection because you just want to know that person better; to learn how they'd react and to exist with them. They're things like telling each other things nobody else will know because you've committed yourselves to being there without the expectation for anything but the same in return. They're being able to place each building block that forms your dynamic and take it away on your own terms as a collective
They are not your get out of jail free card when it comes to creator boundaries - you already have that card and it's your human freedom!!
If you're going to write queerplatonic dynamics, actually write them that way instead of just labelling an amatonormative dynamic that way for the sake of it
thats a lot of words to say youre friends with someone 😭😭😭 how does it feel that people use your retarded label to break peoples clearly stated boundaries!! it barely happens with trans and gay identities because theyre not made up bullshit!!
✨ ableist slurs ✨ and ✨ queerphobia ✨ sounds about right from someone inserting themselves into cc boundary discourse so negatively…you are not a part of and do not understand fandom culture if this is your approach to relationships that aren’t amatonormative, fandom culture has been safe for people like me for years
and my whole post is about how it doesn’t feel good that people use my relationship style to break creator boundaries (granted we disagree on that being fine to do because creator boundaries conflict with established fandom culture and originated from callmecarson in 2019)
this does happen with other queer identities too - some creators try and set boundaries that their characters shouldnt be headcanoned as certain queer identities or as trans, and people have every right to break that and do it away from their direct field of view too
Anyone responding to a creator's shipping boundary with a sudden influx of queerplatonic ships that are portrayed suspiciously just like amatonormative romantic relationships, put AO3 down for a second and listen to those of us in QPRs
Our relationship dynamics are not a substitute for romance and they're not inherently devoid of aspects a creator might be uncomfortable with being shown (like physical intimacy and flirting)
We can tell when a ship is written as queerplatonic in this soulless way where someone's trying to get around a creator boundary they don't actually have to follow* or around a character's aroacespec identity. They come across as conformative and allo-coded because queerplatonic as a term is used to mean 'a romantic dynamic where they aren't actually together or where there's no actual attraction'
*a creator boundary cannot and should not dictate what a community member does outside of their field of view, and it shouldn't encourage them to expand their field of view beyond what's reasonable in order to police their community - you are a person, you have free will! You can even block that creator in advance on your fan accounts!
Queerplatonic relationships are queer and so non-normative. They bend and defy the rules of what's typical and expected. They are broad and devoid of expectations unless you want to create them. They're things like touch or affection because you just want to know that person better; to learn how they'd react and to exist with them. They're things like telling each other things nobody else will know because you've committed yourselves to being there without the expectation for anything but the same in return. They're being able to place each building block that forms your dynamic and take it away on your own terms as a collective
They are not your get out of jail free card when it comes to creator boundaries - you already have that card and it's your human freedom!!
If you're going to write queerplatonic dynamics, actually write them that way instead of just labelling an amatonormative dynamic that way for the sake of it
The VSMP cast: "and now the character I played belongs to the community to do what they want with!"
little do they know I've turned them into a bunch of chaos queers finding their family in a silly little gay bar mwahaha
v!Legs might've had the most dramatic change because he went from a recovering war criminal to a straight-divorced gay man who's deep in the pit of denial and has to claw himself out of it, making all of my readers cry and/or relate a bit too hard in the process (sorry guys)
I WILL turn your minecraft roleplay characters into symbols of queer joy and queer struggle, especially if I am enabled
I wrote an 8-chapter Vampires SMP fic where everyone is queer and vampirism is just a metaphor for it
It is violently gay, I appreciate all the love on it so far! It's also good for all you shippers I have fed you well (bloodletting, aviscott, past lovebitten, firelocke, moonrot, and treebark) and all you lovers of friendship and queer joy and stories of inner turmoil and self-acceptance
AO3 Link | 25k words total! Each chapter is around 2.5-3.5k
Summary: Let's say that there is such a thing as a monster in the closet. Well, this is where that monster comes to break free of its chains once it finally grows tired of being locked up. When it pries open the closet door, it will find that it isn't so monstrous after all.
They will find that they belong, and they might even fall in love along the way.
or; a modern gay bar AU in which vampirism is a queer metaphor, everybody is queer, and nobody is truly a monster. Welcome to Vicious - the queerest establishment in all of Oakhurst
some Shinbaku fluff I wrote ft. Shinbakukirikami because I'm self-indulgent like that
AO3 Link
oneshot with 1459 words!
Summary: Hitoshi and Katsuki are two young adults with their whole lives ahead of them, so it's only fair that they get to fantasise every now and then about what could be in store for their polycule. Somehow, they begin entertaining the idea of having a kid one day, just for fun, because anything feels possible now.
Even though Hitoshi is facing new health challenges, his future with his partners is bright and vivid, and Katsuki makes sure he can see that.
or: dropping you head-first into this very specific polycule that's been established in my brain for years, and gradually feeding you all of my personal headcanons whilst these two dorks be wholesome and in love and I get way too poetic about it.
Read it on AO3 or below the cut!
“How would you feel about having a kid one day?”
The question gently breaks the comfortable silence of the bedroom. Hitoshi is resting his head on Katsuki’s chest, looking up at him with curious eyes and a smile that resembles that of someone who’s admiring an intergalactic supernova. His words aren’t implying anything - he says them like he’s just entertaining the idea, playing with the millions of possible outcomes their future together could have just to hear his fiancé’s voice again, just to learn even more about how he ticks, if such a thing were even possible.
“I’d feel bad for it. It’d have four parents and none of them would have a fucking clue what they’re doing. Especially you. Some hot fucking mess with a shitty sleep schedule? Terrible influence in my opinion. God save that poor kid.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes in false disapproval and Hitoshi laughs in this warm and soothing way. He doesn’t laugh like this in front of just anyone. His laugh is usually strained and nervous, like it wasn’t quite meant to be there. Come to think of it, everything he says sounds that way - as if he wasn’t meant to speak at all - but this space, this family, this home they’ve built for themselves is different. Hitoshi belongs here.
“Being serious for once, I guess I could get behind the idea. If we got to our late twenties or early thirties or something and it was an experience we all wanted, we’d probably figure it out,” Katsuki shrugs nonchalantly. Hitoshi responds as a comforting hand runs along his upper arm.
“I think you’d make a good dad. Well, as long as nobody tried to fuck with them, that’d get pretty violent. Oh, and as long as you stopped calling them ‘it’, some fatherly love that is.”
That one earns Hitoshi a light slap on the shoulder and a middle finger to the face, causing the two of them to erupt into quiet, contagious giggles, exchanging curses and petty insults they’ve heard a thousand times. After regaining some composure, Hitoshi continues daydreaming to his heart's content.
There was something so peaceful about picturing his future now that he had a family to share it with; the joy that flowed through those images was no longer hypothetical. It was tangible, completely within reach. It was even right here, in this moment.
Hitoshi speaks up again, staring at the ceiling as if it were a sky packed with stars.
“Ei would be such a good girl dad. I’m talking middle-of-the-night period product runs, doing her makeup badly for her first date, trying to keep his language clean when they break up so he keeps calling them an ‘unmanly jerkwad.’”
“Yeah, before I went on T and it was just me and him, he was the period product connoisseur. And he’s always mind-blown when you or Denks put literally the tiniest slither of eyeliner on, like it’s a magic trick or something. I love that damn dork.”
The mere mention of Eijirou and Denki left adoring glimmers in both of their eyes and the love already present in the room pulled them even deeper into its tight embrace.
There was an energy when the four of them were together that simply couldn’t be recreated or described. They were instruments made to create a symphony, paints made to form a masterpiece, fabrics made to be sewn together, completely intertwined. They had their moments as pairs, and occasionally as a trio, but they always craved whomever was missing like a fish craves water. There was always this need to be engulfed in the immeasurable comfort of one another’s company.
Both of them fall silent for a few moments, getting lost in their own admiration for the people they love most, before Katsuki speaks up to make a declaration of sorts.
“I call dibs on not having to explain the four parent thing to it - sorry, them - or the fact that three of them are gender-fucked and disabled, or the fact that one of them can’t even look after themselves.”
He looks Hitoshi up and down in time with that last comment and a vengeful slap is planted on his chest as he feigns injury. Playful insults were most definitely a part of their love language by now, yet something about this one leaves the air a little sad, which becomes even more obvious when Hitoshi doesn’t immediately bite back. It’s a joke Katsuki has made before, but it doesn’t take long for him to realise the current state of his partner’s health has meant he’s accidentally pressed on a painful bruise. Hitoshi doesn’t see it as a joke anymore.
“Hey, you know I’m kidding, right? You might not feel super ‘independent’ right now or whatever that really means, but I think you’re capable as hell, dammit. Eijirou and Denki, too.”
“Yeah yeah, I know what you think, no need to get all cheesy on me. It’s just my messed-up emotions. We’re lying here talking in hypotheticals and I’m getting sad over the fact that I’ll never be able to raise a kid on my own in this state… constantly losing feeling in my legs and having seizures and shit. I feel dysfunctional. Doesn't matter if I actually am or not.”
“Good thing you wouldn’t have to do it on your own then, huh? None of us would get by without help. Denks always needs a hand with breaking down their tasks, Ei can’t cook for shit, I need constant reminders to charge my damn hearing aid or else I’m fucked. So what? You need a little extra help. That’s what we’re here for.”
“God I love you.”
Katsuki doesn’t need to say it back - that is the beauty of what they have. Petnames and love confessions and words of affection come second to the depth of their bond that can be expressed through just looks, just touches, just casual conversations. Katsuki simply pulls his partner in closer, ruffling his hair. It’s about time he lightens the mood.
“Denks also has girl parent energy. They’d be all ears for the high school friend group gossip, and they’d bring snacks to the sleepovers and probably try to join in.”
“Nuh uh. With the bro vibes and the unmatched energy levels, boy parent for sure.”
“Can you really imagine Sparks taking the kid to soccer practice? Little boys are public enemy number one to them.”
“Bold of you to assume our hypothetical son would play soccer. Especially with how gay his parents would be.”
“Bold of you to assume gay people can’t play soccer. Or that he’d catch our gay. By that logic, he probably wouldn’t be identifying as a boy for long either.”
The two of them are snickering like children again, fully aware of how ridiculous this conversation is and relishing in it. Katsuki knows how important these kinds of moments are to Hitoshi, especially now that he’s having to come to terms with his new symptoms. Hitoshi never was the most self-confident person, but this had knocked him down even further. More than anything, he needed to laugh that warm laugh and smile that admiring smile, and Katsuki was more than happy to bring that about.
“Thank god we can’t have four-way biological kids because imagine how fucked its - sorry their - genetics would be.”
“Let’s see. Autism in three parents, chronic health issues and complex mental disorders in one, hearing loss in another, ADHD and dyslexia in another, some unknown joint issues in the one neurotypical remaining. Yeah, they’d thank us for that, I’m sure.”
“This house is already too chaotic, couldn’t deal with any more vocal stims going around, or mobility aids blocking the doorway. Tell me, what’s the point in a hall closet if you don’t use it?”
“And what’s the point in a shoe rack if you don’t put your shoes on it?”
“Fine, you got me checkmated. Y’know, I’d fight back harder if you weren’t so cute when I let you win.”
“Let me? You’re gonna wish you never said that.”
That’s when Hitoshi rearranges himself to be looking down at Katsuki with a youthful and bright expression, as if he’s forgotten about everything that could ever dim that light. His fiancé carefully neatens up the loose strands of violet hair covering his face before pressing their foreheads together, breaking Hitoshi out of his false anger. Something about the complete and utter tranquility that washes over them sends them melting into one another. Becoming whole. Or at least as whole as they can be when it’s just the two of them.
“Wanna see if we can fit four in the bed tonight?” Katsuki whispers. He knows the answer.
“Yeah, I think I need that.”
Notes: I'd love to write about these guys more and really explore how I envision each facet of their relationship through my writing. Don't be surprised if this becomes a bit of a series! Also don't be surprised if it doesn't because my motivation levels are unreliable like that
Special thanks to the folks who hyped me up whilst writing this (you're the reason this was written in under a day), and my beta reader who came up with such a gorgeous title! The working title was literally 'Shinbaku talking about parenting because aw - totally the official title', I was struggling
Conversations We're Not Supposed To Have (but have anyway)
some DabiHawks fluff and angst I wrote for the soul
AO3 Link
oneshot with 1271 words!
Summary:
It wasn't supposed to become a 'thing' - well, it was, but not this type of thing. They shouldn't have let it go further when it won't last much longer. Yet somehow, Dabi is in Hawks' apartment almost every night, the two of them tangled together, exchanging soft words and wishing the sun would never rise. Despite having so many questions and worries and uncertainties, neither of them need to address them...until they want to know more
or: Dabi and Hawks trying to have emotionally intimate conversations whilst also trying (and hugely failing) to keep it 'casual'
Read it on AO3 or below the cut!
Notes: first fic :D I don't know what I'm doing but I do know that I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE AND YOU DO TOO
It was moments like this that made all the unspoken affection so much more obvious.
Hawks was nestled in the arms of a man he didn’t even know the true name of, pushing himself impossibly closer to a body he’d gotten to know so well, breathing in the all-too-familiar smell of the burning cigarette hanging from his mouth; and nobody knew about it but the two of them.
To Hawks, it meant everything to have something in his life that wasn’t tainted by the media. Instead, it was tainted by something even bigger - something deeply ingrained into hero society that he couldn’t escape from. When all this started, the two of them silently agreed that their arrangement could never go further than casual sex, but that clearly didn’t stop them from pushing the limits.
Now, Dabi and Hawks were treading deep water, no longer just feeling the small trickles of the ocean at their feet but desperately writhing to keep their faces dry; to see each other clearly. It’s funny how two people so terrified of what’s next could look so at ease, as if they’d already accepted their doomed future. All Hawks knew was that he hadn’t accepted it yet. It wasn’t exactly something he’d ever talk about with Dabi, though. Why would he dare waste the time they have left by making such beautiful moments so…depressing? Dabi didn’t have to say that he was worried about the same things. Hawks just knew.
“This is nice,” was all Hawks said.
I love being here with you. I’m not ready to lose you, was what Dabi knew he meant.
“It is. Must be way better than working as the commission’s pawn all day I bet. You look exhausted, and it’s not just the sex,” Dabi teased, tossing his cigarette into the ashtray on the bedside table.
Hawks’ bedside table.
Hawks, who doesn’t smoke yet has an ashtray there just for Dabi.
Their lives were intertwining to a point far surpassing that of a ‘casual arrangement’ and they didn’t have to say anything about it. They just knew.
Just leave the Hero Public Safety Commission behind and we can do this every day, was what Hawks knew he meant.
Hawks chuckled dryly in response. Dabi always managed to ease the ball into his court when it came to this. The villain seemed to think it was an easy feat for Hawks to drop his hero work, stop caring about the citizens of Japan, and let the League of Villains run free. Whilst it was true that Dabi hadn’t expressed much of a desire to hurt anyone since meeting Hawks, it really wasn’t fair to put the future of their relationship on him. Did Dabi know that?
“Gotta be better than dragging yourself around with the League all day too,” Hawks answered, trying (but ultimately failing) to be just as light-hearted about it.
Even if I did leave, I still wouldn’t be caught dead dating a criminal, was what Dabi thought he meant.
Hawks was yet to complain about Dabi’s villainy, so it wasn’t quite so clear what he was implying. Whatever it was, it was too close to the line that separated conversations they could have from conversations they really shouldn’t have. There was no point wasting time pretending that there was hope for their relationship and getting into arguments over who should do what to salvage it.
Dabi leaned in even closer somehow, drawing invisible lines over Hawks’ skin in the same places he maybe could’ve been drawing their first annoyingly-cheesy matching couple's tattoo. But he couldn’t have been. At least not in this universe. He cleared away those thoughts as the hero buried in his chest pulled him down for a kiss that he soon lost himself in. If everything could just stay how it is now, things wouldn’t be so bad. They wouldn’t be perfect, but they wouldn’t be so bad. As the kiss was broken, both of them hoped that they wouldn’t have to go their separate ways like their lips had just done.
“Dabi.” Hawks said the name so easily, as if he’d practised it more than any other word there was. His tone was soft, expectant, as if finally confirming a feeling that he’d been waiting to voice for so long.
I love you.
“I know.” Dabi’s tone was just as soft, but casual enough to make it not seem like a love confession when he reciprocated with “Me too.”
To Hawks, it certainly felt like one. It wasn’t exactly news to either of them, but it was an admission of something that had sat under the surface of their ‘casual arrangement’ for far too long now; it was freeing to get it out there, even if indirectly. They knew, but now they definitely knew. And that feeling was something else entirely.
They looked at one another for far too long, neither of them uttering a word for a while. Just sitting in the comfortable silence of the bedroom.
Hawks’ bedroom.
Hawks’ bedroom, which they were now sharing most nights.
It was like admiring a piece of art neither of them could afford and that, in reality, neither of them knew anything about. Except they also knew each other so deeply that their most meaningful interactions transcended language in its entirety. Hawks knew this Dabi. Dabi knew this Hawks. The versions of themselves present in this current moment that nobody else got to see or hear of. Just them.
Dabi planted a kiss on Hawks’ head before sighing deeply, whispering “It’s Touya.”
It was like he didn’t intend for those words to come out, but they did, and Hawks was hearing them. He let out a confused sound but didn’t seem to take much notice.
“My name. It’s Touya.”
If it hadn’t clicked before, it certainly had now and this was certainly a conversation they’re not supposed to have. It’d be rude not to finish it, though.
“Keigo,” was the response.
That was it.
Could either of them say they were no longer cuddling up to somebody they didn’t know the name of? Not quite, but it was something. It was more than they ever expected to get out of this. Maybe it was more than they ever should have gotten out of this. The paintings that they were admiring, the private versions of themselves that nobody else saw, now had at least part of a name. The pro-hero ‘Hawks’ didn’t know the villain ‘Dabi’ nearly as well as Keigo knew Touya, and the same was true for Touya knowing Keigo.
They tested out the names on their tongues a few times, looking at one another again and sharing the occasional kiss. For a moment, it was as if they’d forgotten that the world was still in motion, that things wouldn’t be like this forever, that there was no happy ending for them. It only appeared that way, though. There’s never a second they’re together in which they aren’t thinking about what’s to come.
If this ends, I’m happy to have been the only one to really know you.
There were no words to hear this time. They both just felt it in the air, sharp and painful but still somehow sweet.
I wish I could ask who you were before
What made you so perfect
What made you so broken
What made you who you are now
What made you mine.
But there was no point ruining such precious moments by starting even more conversations they weren’t supposed to have. It would be too far for a relationship that couldn’t last. They just knew.
Notes: special thanks to my beta readers I'm sorry I put you through this emotional turmoil
I'm not sorry for putting you readers through it though >:)
Whilst reading this, I felt the sense that not everyone would understand quite how powerful it is, but the reviews here show that it's found its audience. This concoction of detailed gruesomeness and saddening relatability is wrapped tightly in love, joy, and comfort; even in the worst of places, there is hope. It's definitely a page turner, though I think it's best to leave yourself little moments to really process the weight of this story and its messages.
The Spirit Bares Its Teeth tells a gripping supernatural tale, but it truly shines in the in-depth internal monologue of the main character as he feeds small pieces of your life story back to you in excrutiating detail. This is true for trans and queer people, autistic people, and anyone assigned female at birth especially, and I am all of the above so you can imagine how close this book is to my heart now.
The historical aspect encouraged me to think about how far we've come and how much further we desperately still have to go as a society, the descriptions of masking and dysphoria and misogyny were gut-wrenchingly relatable, and the little moments of trans and autistic joy were such powerful glimmers of hope. We've always been able to find that joy, in every time period, no matter what is done to us.
This book is a love letter addressed to all who have felt broken. It is wrathful and relentless and joyful all the same, and its words will not let you go upon closing it.
"They told me there was no joy to be had in this. But of course there is"
-> 160 pages | Nov 5th 2015 | read Jan 2nd-3rd 2025
It’s a nice little bonus read with some cute illustrations and great mental health and eating disorder representation. Good for a break between longer reads. I think it definitely would’ve hit harder if I hadn’t already seen these scenes adapted into the Heartstopper TV series, but it was nice to see other characters’ perspectives nonetheless!
My main issue was just the slightly underwhelming length of it. The text was pretty large but even still the actual words only took up about 100 of the 160 pages - I went from 50% to 100% in a matter of minutes. 20 pages of Solitaire are pasted in, 10 or so pages are dedicated to ads for Oseman’s other books, and each illustration takes up at least half a page, some two whole pages.
The title of ‘This Winter’ is also a bit more like ‘This Christmas’. I expected it to cover more than just one day considering the page count, so overall the actual story was just much shorter than it seemed like it would be. I’m glad I got a big discount on it for that reason.
-> translated by Donald Keene | 176 pages | Jan 1st 1948 | read Dec 17th-19th 2024
"Before you know it, you’ll be ostracized by society. It’s not society. You’re going to do the ostracizing, aren’t you?"
Following the dark and detached internal monologue of a heavily flawed character who appears to those around him first as a foolish clown, then a carefree drunkard, and eventually a good-for-nothing 'madman', No Longer Human depicts the way in which someone's life can spiral downwards from its very beginning.
Its exploration of ostracisation from humanity itself was especially hard-hitting for me. Whether it's labelling those who have never been happy as simply 'mad', or insisting that 'society' (us as individuals) will not approve of someone for how they are, we can never quite allow ourselves to understand those different from us and Dazai captures this in both Yozo and all the people in his life - he understands nobody and nobody truly understands him.
If you're not ready to read the raw thoughts of a man living in 1930's Japan who has lost all care for humans and trying to understand them and their morals, this is not for you. There are misogynistic ideas of the time, and Yozo is not a 'good' man - he acts as if nothing he does will ever matter. Personally, I find this to be a hugely compelling, interesting part of his character, but a lot of the low reviews seem to be complaining about it, so my advice is not to go into it if you're expecting something politically correct by modern standards.
"There are some people whose dread of human beings is so morbid that they reach a point where they yearn to see with their own eyes monsters of ever more horrible shapes."
★★★★☆ - 8/10 - a personal favourite because of how relatable it was to me
-> 433 pages | Jan 9th 2020 | read in 2022/23
"I felt pathetic for getting sad about it. I felt guilty, knowing that there were people out there like me who were happy being like this. I felt like I was grieving."
As an aroace reader who read this a bit after realising I was aroace, this was an amazing read that put things into words for me in ways I'd never thought of. I love how blunt it is in that it doesn't try to be extremely poetic or dance around the terminology - it just gives you Georgia's uncensored thoughts as she discovers who she is and struggles to accept it.
The university setting is pretty stagnant for the whole book and I can see why some would find it boring in parts (and I occasionally did too), but I think the simplicity of it made some of the lines even more hard-hitting and relatable. This book got a lot of love from my highlighter and is actually the first book I ever highlighted!
I think its biggest strength was in its depiction of platonic love and less represented aroace experiences like 'loving love' and romance in theory but not in practice. I appreciate that Georgia isn't so quick to accept herself and has to mourn the loss of who she thought she was as she moves from questioning, to denial, and eventually to acceptance.
"It was knowing, with absolute certainty, that I was never, ever going to fall in love with anybody."
