hey cunt servers, I’m ghostly slut. I mainly shitpost, or post stuff about my hyperfixations, and some art
Oc bullshit:
characters for story one
premise of story one
please go check these out, and ask me about my ocs. If you do that I love you
I have a side Offical blog called @cishet-white-male-offical
THIS BLOG IS RUN BY A TEENAGER. DO NOT ASK ME FOR MONEY
Timezone: Australian eastern standard time (yes, Australians ride kangaroos to school)
Gender: wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy
sexuality: girl kisser
DNI: none. I couldn’t care less if a terf across the planet doesn’t like my posts. I will be sending screenshots of hateful comments to the council of faggots to laugh at though.
fav artists: mcr, baby bugs, Jasmin bean, tx2, ptv, slipknot, ajr, nirvana, korn, get scared, hole, Alice in chains, linkin park
fav animal: the angry, pathetic, screaming avocados known as desert rain frogs
fav series: bsd, one piece, junji Ito (but only the manga), arcane, Madoka magica, alien stage, Tbhk, and a lot of others!
my irl friends: @the-scarlet-vixen @ajattari @the-noi-dessert-baker @crestedpigeons @imissbettiemytractor @gunshots4 go check them out
Discord: criminalin64countries
I also have adhd, anxiety/depression, sh issues, and have (mostly) recovered from anorexia. I’ll probably have some vent posts about these, so if you’re triggered/uncomfortable with it, either scroll past or just not interact.
If i had a nickel for everytime a sweet farmer (/gardener) boy was actually a little insane id have two nickels it's not a lot but it's weird that its happened twice
"can mutuals do this" "can mutuals do that" MUTUALS CAN SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER I WILL RESPAWN and EVRYBODY INVOLVED WILL HAVE FUN . FUN 4 THE WHOLE FAMILY !!!!
HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY
being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.
Hey world, we are calling for immediate help as we are in Crisis of food, we are really starving it has been a week in this state, we are calling for those who can spare a little bucks for us to help so that we can access food in need of $700
my name is Emma and i am fundraising for a community of queer refugees in south sudan. th… emma kilchoer needs your support for queer refuge
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
rb with your name, orientations and gender, preferred pronouns, optionally some struggles or joy being LGBTQ has brought you, and some comfort/affirmations or whatever for the person before and after you!!!! why is this so detailed bruh. and tag peeps ig??
Hai! I'm Nyxon
I am transgender FTM, asexual, and omniromantic!
My preferred pronouns are he/they!
Being LGBTQ makes me happy. Despite being cloested, it makes me feel like what I am actually makes sense and I'm not just some weird ahh guy. I used to be a girl who was angry a lot of the time for no reason, which is ironic ngl
I am [sexuality has not been unlocked], asexual, and nonbinary!
My preferred pronouns are They/Them. :)
I have a bunch of friends in the LGBTQ+ society...*stares*
Person before me: *deep breath* GET GENDER-AFFIRMED NYXON! HOW HE/HIM OF YOU! THEIR SO AWESOME GUYS LOOK HE/THEY HE/THEY HE/THEY BOY BOY BOY! AHHH THEY ARE SO ACCEPTED AND SCRUMPTIOUS WOWZA! EVERYONE LOVES THEM THEM THEM RIGHT???? (I am. So sorry if this is overboard. ^^' You can burn me at the stake if you want.)
Person after me: You're so cool and amazing and I think you deserve everything you put your little LGBTQ+ friendly heart to. :)
Happy pride month everyone! Have a very safe month because I am going to run over all the homophobe-shaped speed bumps as a treat! :3c
@sacabambaspis-offical @ashelf66 @confused-cookie-blog @toaster-waffle-offical @bacone-official @britishtea-again @unlabelled-offical @genderqueer-offical + anyone else who wants to join! Yay! This was fun! ^^
hey, i'm genderqueer. (no real name yet... so nicknames are very welcome)
i am genderfluid, aegosexual, and abroromantic!
[id: i am genderfluid, aegosexual, and abroromantic!]
my preferred pronouns depend on the day or situation... but i use she/her and he/him separately, or sometimes interchangeably. currently i think i'm going by he/him right now...
being queer is a very mixed experience for me. romantically, i absolutely love that i am able to feel attraction towards the beauty of every gender (albeit, sometimes at different times), however, for sexual and gender orientations, it can make me quite frustrated. because i'm afab, my gender dysphoria can be insane when i'd rather be male, which makes it irritatingly hard to be alone with my thoughts. secondly, the only reason i'm aegosexual (asexual) is due to the fact that i am not amab. when i'm feeling more male, i have a tendency to fantasize (not going to say it explicitly, but you know what i mean) and have it immediately tamped down because i don't have an amab body. it can get really fucking annoying.
person before me: hey pen, thanks for tagging me! you seem really cool and i'm very grateful that you're running over all the negativity :) have a safe and happy pride month!
person after me: though i haven't read your post, all of you experiences are valid. if you aren't already, you are going to be okay, things are going to work out, and everything you've done will very soon pay off. thank you so much for reblogging this post and sharing part of your life with us! have an absolutely gorgeous day, and an even better pride month <3
Being queer is an important part of my life. For a very long time I was confused on why I was so different from other people in school when they started dating and I felt nothing towards any of my peers. Discovering myself really turned that around and I’m really proud of who I’ve become. I now am not worried about dating as much, and in recent years I’ve begun to see myself as handsome instead of a strange girl. I still love that girl as she is a part of me, but I’m much happier where I am now, especially since I’ve finally found a name that fits my soul. It feels good when people use that name :)
Person before me: Thank you @genderqueer-offical for tagging me in this! I’ve never done one of these before so I hope I did a good job :)
Person after me: You’ve got this! I can’t wait to learn more about you especially since I don’t know a whole lot about my moots :)
I'm Rowan (or Via if you wanna be a dick, idrc) , Also known as That fuckass ikea alien!!
I am pan but still fall on the aroace spectrum (demisexual/romantic) and trans masc (^0^)>**
He/they
Being queer is something I mostly hide irl, dropping minute hints here and there. My parents are rather unsupportive of me, but my friends and my cousin aren't. It took 5 years to realize I wasn't cis after feeling wrong when I looked in the mirror. Honestly my first exposure to queer media was Steven Universe. It changed my life and is my comfort show now. I even bought the box set lol. If I hadn't seen the show I'd probably not be alive, seeing as I was told being queer was sinful my entire life.
Person before me: Thank you for tagging me @tin-cant-offical, you did amazing broseph, I loved hearing your story.
Person after me: Regardless of what little support you may have, there are millions of people, just like you. Keep going.
my [online] name is Cloudy or Twilight [no irl name privileges yet lol]
i'm aroace [quiromantic n apothisexual to be specific] and agender :]
pref: they+any neos!!
i've struggled with my humanity due to, in part, being queer. but at the end of the day, i'm glad to be the way i am ^^ i carry too much love to just focus on one person alone; i look at my partner and friends with the same love and admiration in my heart <3
person before me: tysm @aftonsparv-ikea-alien-offical for the tag!!! i hope one day you'll be able to safely be openly queer irl!!!!! i'm glad you're alive, stay safe!!!
person after me: no matter what people tell you, no one gets to define your humanity for you. that's something only you can define for yourself, and something only you can say whether you experience it or not
moots!!!!
@sapphiregem01 @agentxnumx @playing-pozzum @pintheflamingo @monkeyoolol @fuckupwithashotgun @koiagain @hekate-offical @toaster-waffle-offical @days-without-ai-ads-offical @apocalyptic-endings @raventhecrispy-offical @null-the-void-monarch-offical @princefable @deductivelogico-offical @horror-movie-offical @itsuwari-no-kibo-offical @auramxnt @international-electromatics @taco-bell-offical @obsesseddemonlord-offical @sunnyponies @11-1366559937 @sophisticated-offical @switchedaccs @silly-lil-arson-frog-mom-offical @bacone-official @perfection-official @the-faction-not-found-deact @cosmic-entity-official @goldenbunny30 @transmasc-offical sorry if any have already been tagged °=w=
I dont really talk about being part of the lgbtqia+ community very often as I dont feel that its that important. I have found that the people that want to know generally pick up on it and just assume, before I tell them.
Umm im really sleepy and dont have the energy to tag people sooo open tags
hi I'm ghost (not sharing my real name online, and I haven't picked a good one for when I actually transition lmao)
I am the worlds biggest lesbian, and some sort of non binary transmasc thing
My pronouns are they/he
For most of primary school, I genuinely had no idea that you could be not cishet (it's not like people around me were against it, i just didn't know it existed), and looking back, oh my god i was the gayest, most trans thing ever. I'd pick boys that I didn't hate to "have crushes on" because i thought that's what you're supposed to do, and when wearing really femme clothes, even if i didn't exactly hate it, i always felt like a "boy who's actually a girl who's actually a boy who wears girl clothes". After I figured out lesbians existed, everything made a LOT of sense. I knew that was who i was. my first kiss and relationship was enby, and even if it was a dumb primary school crush thing, that part of my life was soooo important.
To the person before me: @itsuwari-no-kibo-offical hell yeah, bisexual fox. we all love the bisexual fox.
To the person after me: keep living, just being alive and authentic is the biggest "fuck you" to the assholes in the world
So by semi-popular demand, here is my short story I wrote for school!
It's called "I had no choice", and it's about my OC Chloe and what happened after she took the heart.
There is a little bit of worldbuilding that I couldn't fit into the maximum wordcount, so in case you want it you can read more about it here and here. I recommend you read it after the short story for the best experience.
Let me know if I should post/write about them more!
I had no choice
Chloe had decided that she would not be going to heaven. But she also realised that not many others would. Therefore, heaven would be lonely and sad and BORING, so hell would probably be more interesting. And that meant she had nothing to worry about if she died! What a silly girl she was, worrying about something as trivial as “heaven” or “hell”, especially when she had much bigger problems. Like, say, figuring out how to put up with the shifting vermillion orb that was the literal embodiment of her god. Chloe wondered if she would’ve decided to take the heart if she knew it never wanted to shut up.
In hindsight, a school girl from The Organization, no matter how strong, fast, or hopelessly stubborn, storming up to the entity that The Organization worshipped so much, AND having the nerve to demand ownership can’t have been the result of a well-considered plan. And yet, that’s where Chloe found herself.
“You gained control fair and square, little one. I’m almost impressed, even if you dealt with your predecessor a little slow for my liking. You’re supposed to be the quick one, are you not?”
The heart hummed softly, though its praise fell on deaf ears.
“Who cares what happened. It wasn’t my fault, and we both got what we wanted. I’m not with them anymore, and you… well, I don’t know what you get out of me being the leader, but you seem pretty damn pleased”
Despite how much the nebulous deity insisted on talking to her, Chloe found herself being continuously confused the more it talked. It was an enigma - endlessly contradicting what Chloe had been taught from The Organization’s mandatory sermons. Instead of a regal, hellish punisher, Chloe had found herself the commander of a scientist who gives a child a knife just to see what it does with it. Someone who took notes on the ballistics of a car collision instead of helping the victims. Something that didn’t hurt out of malice, or even do it themselves. It amplified and encouraged the already present corruption and cruelty from people, but couldn’t force it, as the heart liked to remind Chloe. It didn’t make her do it. Every screaming match, every blow to the face, every act of violence far too savage for someone of her status was entirely Chloe's choice.
“I can hear your criticism from here. Judging is a sin, you know. It’s a little ironic that my god isn’t obeying its own religion.”
“I hope they realise that I am quite literally a reflection of their own desires. How selfish. Maybe you should let them know they’re just praising themselves with a few extra steps. But then again, I can’t say I’m not pleased with the amount of human-ness that is.”
“Well, they say it’s an organization anyway. Church, cult, faith, heavily disguised scam, whatever you wanna call it. And I don’t think they’d listen. Or care. Or change anything. They say a lot of things, but I don’t know how much they mean.”
Chloe trailed off, eyes flicking to the broken window in the corner. She crossed her arms tight over her chest, as if shielding from an unknown touch. Despite being far far away from the cult organization, Chloe couldn’t shake the endless rules, the punishments she couldn’t quite understand, or the pressure keeping her neatly trapped on her family’s perch on top of the hierarchy. Over a decade of shame wasn’t easily unlearned, but the sins she committed to escape it were just as suffocating.
“Distracted, are we? Do I have to take a different approach to get you to listen?”
Chloe flinched. She doubted the heart could hit her, but it was capable of much worse. Chloe wished it could just break her nose and get on with it. She was used to hits. At least fractures would heal. The air shifted, and Chloe spotted a hint of stormy blue hair, and a touch of concerningly pale skin, dotted with both new and old bandages. Familiar. Before the heart could fully transform, Chloe drove her foot against its side.
Again and again, Chloe kicked the form of the previous leader through the gaze. At some point, she found herself using her fists as well. Breath ragged and eyes wild, Chloe grabbed his now clear body by the neck, digging her nails in as deep as she could manage.
“Don’t you dare pretend to be Luke. If you turn into him again, I will kill you and then myself, and then you’ll be left without a vessel. You hear me?”
Instead of being loud, Chloe’s words dripped with ice, though she couldn’t conceal how her voice trembled with fury.
“Aha, that got your attention! But I have to ask, don’t you feel guilty for trying to kill Luke twice? He was just a kid you know, so tragic”.
Heart-Luke laughed, utterly unphased.
“Although you probably should know, I don’t exactly have nerves. You’re just hurting yourself, so why not just cease your little tantrum and let me speak?”
It spoke so naturally, like Luke’s voice had always belonged to it. But it wasn’t wrong - any normal person would have been choking or crying or begging or something, but Heart-Luke didn’t even bleed. Chloe slowly released her grip, still glaring and ready to swing another punch.
While I appreciate the amount of energy you’re putting into defending yourself, we both know it’s in vain. It’s really not that hard to just admit you had better options. You can’t complain anyway, you knew what you were signing up for. You challenge your predecessor for the heart, kill them, take the heart, and then kill those who challenge you. That’s just how you people have chosen to do things. Just admit you killed him, you’re gonna have to get used to it.”
“SHUT UP. JUST…”
A ragged choke escaped Chloe’s throat, as if her words were blood that needed to be coughed up. Through her frenzy, she was vaguely aware of something warm and wet trickling down her face.
“I KNOW HE’S DEAD. HE’S FUCKING DEAD AND IT’S MY FAULT. ARE YOU HAPPY?! IS THAT THE ANSWER YOU WANTED? HE’S DEAD. DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD.”
Tell me you killed him
Silence. One party refused to talk, while the other knew that holding his tongue would produce the best reaction. The action was so Luke-like that Chloe wanted to rip out every strand of her inappropriately clean, alabaster hair. White was too easily stained to be seen in a place so full of death. Chloe made a mental note to dye it later on.
“I… I stabbed him. Then I pushed him”
Are you trying to blame his murder on gravity?
“I wouldn’t have needed to kill him if he wasn’t the leader, ok? If you just didn’t fuck with my brain, maybe I wouldn’t have done it too. Matter of fact, I wouldn’t have even come to the tower if my family could keep their hands to themselves.”
Heart-Luke shook his head with a smile that could’ve passed as affectionate. He was a little taller than Chloe remembered - he didn’t have the abysmal posture that gave him the look of a man ten times his age. Without saying a word, Heart-Luke stood up, and placed something small and heavy in Chloe’s hands. He winked, and the air shattered like shards of glass. When Chloe could breathe again, she looked down. A mobile phone. And a sticky note with a few numbers. Underneath, the heart had scrawled a few simple words. And a doodle of a heart. Of course it added that.
Child abuse hotline ♡
The phone was completely flat.
Chloe felt the overwhelming urge to fling it against the wall.
It had been a good few days since Chloe had spoken. Tinkering with new traps, sussing out levels of the tower that she hadn’t seen when challenging Luke. Desperately trying to cover that stupid broken window, anything to keep her thoughts from wandering to the heart. Thankfully, the heart had stayed far away after her “little tantrum”, allowing for some much-needed alone time. The levels seemed to stretch on forever, each room looking as if from an entirely different building. Some aimless wandering later, Chloe arrived at the portrait wall. She’d been procrastinating for weeks, but now seemed like a fitting time. Bitten nails traced the last empty space on the wall, and Chloe let out a breath. It was time to frame Luke’s funeral portrait.
It was less of a funeral than a tradition, but every challenger and leader who died in pursuit of the heart was honoured with a photo on the wall. Luke had been dead for a while, yet his spot remained empty. With a flick of her wrist, Chloe summoned an unassuming polaroid of the boy she refused to admit she killed. In the photo, he wasn’t dead. Not exactly healthy, but alive. And smiling, with the exact same shit-eating grin Chloe remembered from the few hours they spent together.
“Hey man. Sorry about the whole ‘killing you’ thing. Buuuuuut you know how it is. I bet you’re having fun in hell though. There’s no way in hell you got into heaven, no leader ever does. But hey, sacrifices, yaknow? You didn’t seem that bad though, especially compared to what I learned about leaders in school. When I showed up to the tower… you helped me. You could’ve killed me straight away, but you pretended to be my ally until we reached the heart. I still wonder if that made you more or less of a jackass. Maybe we could’ve gotten along under different circumstances. If I had a choice.”
