NEntirelySFW Call Me Emiliya/Pearly, 25, writer and hypnotist (sorta), switch. Main of pearly-plays-mtg, pearlytarded, and thepearlyone, with a few others. Wishing and hoping. Fetishes: Pearls, Swimsuits, Parasitism, MC/Hypno... that's mostly it. ;3 Pronouns: she/her/he/him/they/them all acceptable depending on use case
Hey you! If you want to know where I've been, it's Twitter!
Please, if you were a fan of me or my work or just generally talking/RP-ing, follow my writing blog. I believe it's in my desc- it WILL get more stories and random drafts as the days go by.
I want way more people to know about the Pearl Legion, too- and I've got the **official guide** and a new intro story coming soon as well.
Okay, great my landlady is on the warpath and I can't really blame her. I'm behind on April's rent and I have May right on my doorstep. Which means I've got about a week to get $3,000 in or I'm evicted and homeless.
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Actually, I checked out her shop and she's got some fucking FIRE in there! Get your summer fit on and support independent queer artists! She makes GREAT shit!
Commission for @thefahuzgleaner.bsky.social of two of their characters getting Curated by... well, the Curator. You might remember him and his color scheme from the last two commissions I did with him. Seems like the two have taken well to their "improvements"!~
trans women and trans men and nonbinary people and everyone else being friends and holding each other close and falling in love and thinking of each other. I'm making this my future. let's all be okay together
SCP-8049 is an all-girl private school located in [REDACTED] Georgia. Any male-indentified individual who enters SCP-8049 experiences the following series of events. Sometime over the next 3-8 months from entering SCP-8049, the individual will begin to experience symptoms of gender dysphoria. When the individual is at the height of their discomfort, they encounter some media that documents the trans experience, such as a book, tv peice, or radio story. The individual then receds into a form of isolation for the next 1-3 weeks. When the individual emerges, they will come out to family and friends as a trans woman, having altered their apperance to match.
It is unknown whether SCP-8049 causes this effect in male-identified individuals, or if through probability manipulation, maintains that only male-identified individuals who would have gone through such a journey in the first place are the only ones to enter SCP-8049. If the latter, it is theorized that the effects of SCP-8049 are designed to ease the realization and transition process as much as possible. Variations of this process are also possible, but all ending in the individual identifying as a woman.
SCP-8049's anomalous nature was not noticed by the foundation until the 2013 school year when the school attempted to covert to coeducation. Previously, the school had a strict no-man policy, which limited the number of new male visitors to an average of 14 a year. That year, a total of 746 students, 905 parents, and 5 new staff members were affected. Over the course of that year, nearly all affected individuals went through the previously described process. It was when local news outlets started to pick up on the story that the foundation became aware of SCP-8049's anomalous properties.
An operation was immediately put in place to suppress the news stories and convert the school back into an all-girls school. Containment includes planting foundation agents into the leadership of the school to ensure that the strict no-man policy is maintained in the future.
OKAY I havent stopped thinking about this and now I'm just like "You know they'll try to solve this shit with D-class" which lead to "Some jackass scientist will try to get his rocks off by denying trans-positive or affirming services to a D-class because lul science! type reasoning" which lead me to "The D-Class turned into a woman spontantiously because fuck you TERFs"
This school does not support TERFs.
I just I just gotaa say it and express this demon in me out or im gonna scream
D-7502 is a 32 year old amab (assigned male at birth) individual and a concivted felon. D-7502 self identified as a heterosexual man before the test began. Psychological analysis identified a general dissatisfaction with life, but not any indication of gender variance. D-7502 was not informed of SCP-8049's nature. On 2/13/20██, the test subject was forced to enter SCP-8049 and remain for two hours before being removed. There were no noticeable physical or psychological effects immediately after exposure. D-7502 was told that the testing was over, and was given comfortable living arrangements, a menial janitorial job at site-██, and allowed to socialize with other foundation agents. Weekly sessions of psychological evaluations and continual discrete observation revealed that D-7502 was experiencing an increasing amount of depression and social anxiety with seemingly no source. On 4/26/20██, D-7502 made acquaintance with foundation agent, Rose ███████, and a friendship between them continued to develop. On 8/03/20██, near the peak of D-7502's depression, Rose ███████ informed D-7502 that she was transgender. This appears to have been a triggering event, causing D-7502 to take the maximum amount of sick days, and self-isolate for 14 days. At this end of this period, D-7502 invited Rose to her room, and informed her that she was transgender as well. With aid from Rose, D-7502 chose a feminized version of her given name, and started presenting as a woman in public. An immediate increase in mood and life-satisfactioned followed, increasing to a level higher than before testing began, and continued to remain high for the remaining 6 months of observations. In following psychological evaluations, D-7502 expressed feeling as if she always knew, even from her childhood. Shortly before observation ended, foundation agent Rose ███████ and D-7502 started dating.
Dr. █████, testing notes:
This test helped us confirm the effects of the SCP that we already knew, but did little to further our understanding of the mechanism by which SCP-8049 induces the effects. Does SCP-8049 alter the psychology of affected individuals immediately upon entering, and the following transformation is simply a logical result. Or does SCP-8049's anomalous effects continue to follow individuals even after they leave the premise. Was the fact that D-7502 became close with one of only 4 trans women in that site just a coincidence, or events being manipulated by some force. And does SCP-8049 actually implant a new aspect to people's psychology, or does it simply reveal something that is already there. Further testing is required.
Further test results are in document #8049-01, which will shortly be addended
happy transgender and nonbinary month ^_^ apparently there's some other obscure identities being celebrated too like whatever a "gay man" is but that's not important
Elon Musk personally stepped in to unban the guys who posted pictures of my address and the inside of my apartment and then permanently banned my account for making a gay for pay joke yeah alright whatever man
#this is the star trek i wanna see#like when somebody asked gene roddenberry why piccard was bald#because wouldn’t they have found a cure for male pattern baldness by then?#and he was like ‘no by the 24th century no one will care’#i wanna see that attitude with disability and neurodiversity#it’s not that we’ll have a magic cure for everything#there’ll always be something new#but disabilities and neurodiversity will be celebrated and seen as part of the norm#it will be accomodated#so blind people can serve in star fleet#and so can people in wheelchairs and autistic people and people with prosthetics and people with chronic illnesses (via @hunterinabrowncoat)
This episode ends with Geordi saving the planet by using something derived from the technology found in his visor (an adaptive device that lets him sense things around him). So a disabled man literally saved the lives of an entire culture that wouldn’t have considered his life worth living, using technology they would have never deemed necessary without the presence of his unique needs.
My favorite thing about this episode is that, while the rest of the characters are taking a more Star Trek philosophical approach to this situation, calmly debating the good and bad points of this colony built upon eugenics, Geordi is just seething. Troi is having a romance with their flippin’ president, but Geordi never hesitates on his morals. He’s always aware that this world’s supposed perfection is built upon the despicable philosophy of killing people like him. He barely even bothers to hide his anger as he has to work alongside their scientists. He’s snappish and short-tempered and bitter, clearly only working with these people because lives are at stake. When he discovers the solution is based on his VISOR, he is viciously triumphant, his joy at saving the people boosted by a bitter sense of righteousness that these people were only saved because someone like him was allowed to survive.
And even though this anger and bitterness are very un-Star-Trek-like approaches to diplomacy–it works. The scientist who works alongside him is the first person who decides to jump ship and leave the colony behind. She sees the stagnation of their bland “’‘‘‘‘utopia’‘‘‘‘‘ and realizes that diversity and adaptation create a much better society. And while the other Enterprise crew members have some wishy-washy lament over how this will destroy this planet’s ‘‘‘culture’‘‘, Geordi never waffles. He has far too personal a stake in this to lose sight of the fact that peoples’ lives are more important than any high-falutin’ philosophical justifications. The episode might waffle over the Prime Directive points of this society’s decline, but Geordi’s perspective is the one showing clearly why it needs to die.
Not a big box. Not a scary box. Small, the kind that could sit in front of you.
Like a jewellery box. Small. Safe. With a lock on it.
Picture it in your head.
Good girl.
There’s a key. Picture taking the key and putting it into the lock. You turn it, there’s a quiet little click, and the box is unlocked. You open the box. The box is empty.
Empty.
Empty things should be filled.
Picture it in your head. See it in front of you. Empty. The box is empty. Empty things should be filled. Things are safe in the box. Locked away and safe. Safe and sound and out of mind.
Good girl.
Your head is not empty. Your head is too full. The box is empty. Empty. Empty things should be filled. You want the box to be full so your head can be empty. Empty.
Picture it in your head. Picture your thoughts.
You take a thought out. Doesn’t matter what. It’s safe in the box, so it doesn’t matter what it was. You take a thought out of your head and you put it into the box. Your head is too full. You want your head to be empty. Empty. You take a thought and put it safe and sound in the box. Safe and sound and out of mind.
Good girl.
You take another thought, you put it in the box. Your head is feeling emptier. Empty. The box is being filled up. The box is safe. You want the box to be full so your head can be empty. Empty. Being empty feels good. You take another thought, you put it in the box. It’s so easy, so easy being empty. Being empty feels good.
Good girl.
Keep going. Take another, put it in the box. Take another, put it in the box. Don’t stop.
You want the box to be full so your head can be empty.
You feel empty. Empty. So many thoughts safe and sound in the box now. Safe and sound and out of mind. They’re safe in the box and they don’t weigh you down. They’re safe in the box and they leave you empty. Empty. Empty feels good. Empty things should be filled.
You feel empty. Your head feels empty. Empty things should be filled. Your head should be filled. But you don’t want more thoughts. Thoughts go in the box, not in your head. Fluff goes in your head. Fluff fills your empty head.
Thoughts go in the box, fluff goes in your head.
Good girl.
Thoughts go in the box, fluff goes in your head.
Thoughts go out, fluff goes in.
Thoughts out, fluff in.
Thoughts out, fluff in.
Good girl.
Keep going. You’re doing so well. The box is nearly full, and your head is nearly empty. Almost all fluff now. Just a few thoughts left. Keep going. Take another, put it in the box. Take another, put it in the box.Thoughts out, fluff in. Good girl.
Good girl.
Last one. Take it out of your head, put it in the box. Good girl.
The box is all full. All your thoughts safe and sound and out of mind.
Picture it. See the box. See the box so full and safe.
Close the lid.
Turn the key.
All those thoughts locked away.
Safe and sound and out of mind.
All the empty space filled with happy fluff instead.
No thoughts. Just fluff.
Happy fluff.
No thoughts.
No worries.
No cares.
Nothing scary.
Nothing confusing.
Nothing difficult.
Happy fluff.
Good girl.
Put the key in your pocket. Picture it.
The box is locked until you open it. All your thoughts safe in the box. Safe and sound and out of mind. Thoughts go in the box, fluff goes in your head. Good girl. The box is yours. A place to put what you don’t want in your head. Thoughts go in the box, not in your head.
contains: dubious consent and an abyssal maybe-parasite
today's daydream is being stuck inside a high pressure diving rig or a spacesuit or a suit of armor with something. feeling a warm sludgy shape wedged between the outer shell and your body. amorphous form gliding over yours, between membranes, like a parasite moving under your second skin, but it hasn't found its way into you yet. probing and exploring - - for an opening? a reaction? just out of curiosity? petrified in place because you can't take off your second skin without succumbing to the crushing depths or the frigid vacuum of space, but it's compromised, and there's no other way to get the intruder out. helplessly calling in on comms but nobody can let you past decontamination or back into your vessel. seeing it on the infrared sensors, feeling it settle in and contour itself to you... and piercing shock when it finds a nice warm and silky entrance into you. clawing fruitlessly at the armor plating as your guest takes shelter deep inside. and outside too, tendrils like suckering roots in every corner of your body. nobody can help, it's only you and the abyss now
Explaining to straight adults that much of queer history happened within their lifetime and they were unaware of all the extremely important events and how many laws there were to prevent us from thriving because they werent part of queer circles themselves is like...
-leans in close-
How would you like to know about the war in Ba Sing Se?
My dad LOVES learning about the Cold War. It's full of drama. Backstabbing, cross-double-cross, spy gadgets, secret identities. It makes for great stories and as a journalist he loves a good story.
Me: oh yeah, I was just watching a documentary on the Lavender Scare. Fascinating that it was so recent in our history.
Me: -explaining that the moral panic of the 50s slowed down in the 70s only to start back up again with the aids epidemic in the 80s-
Dad: I remember that. It was scary times because no one knew how it was spread.
Me: what if I told you... that they could have slowed the spread of it, but chose not to because it seemed like only queers were affected by it and the government didnt see any problem with all of us dying.
Dad: okay heres a simpler question for you- what's with drag queens and Judy Garland and Barbara Streisand? I feel like every drag queen I've seen has a Dorothy costume in their lineup.
Me: -deep breath- okay so let's go back to that lavender scare for a minute and how it intersects with the golden age of hollywood...
Me, ten minutes later: and that leads up to that famous picture of a drag queen dressed as Dorothy protesting in front of Trump Tower with the sign that says 'surrender donald.'
Dad: that's a pretty recent photo though.
Me:... uhhh... 1982.
Dad: ... you've been hating that guy since before you were born, huh?
Me: oh man, wait until you hear about my opinions on Reagan.