#diaage

[of-his-ilk]

Original Transage (left) | Transfoundationalist Transage (middle) | Laura's Transage (right)

Flags for beings/individuals who apply Transfoundationalism to their Transage/Diaage beliefs.

Essentially, a Transage being who believes:

One must experience a disconnect between one's perceived age/chronological identity and one's true age/chronological identity.

Be experiencing dysphoria due to that misidentification and disconnect, and/or experiencing euphoria when exploring one's true age/chronological identity and being identified as it.

Does not believe medical/physical transition is required, but does uphold the idea that one should desire (or enact) social transition, mental transition, etc.

Can be referred to as: Transfoundationalist Transage, Transfoundationalist Diaage, Transfoun Transage, Transfoun Diaage, Transation Transage, and Transation Diaage.

[aesthronez-rejectz]

Us...

Hello, we're the Aesthronez Rejectz... [ POLYFRAG DID ] [ Bodily : Sept 7 2005 . Disabled . Poc . Asd . Soc. ]

About Us We're particularly new to the trans-x community, however we support it fully. All trans-x identities are welcomed here, and we are open to coining terms and making flags for ALL identities.

Anti's and Exclus are allowed to ask, as well as debate/discuss with us. This is for education purposes, so disrespect will result in a block.

[i-am-retired-blog]

Rations Running Low

      Time had passed slowly for Diaage and Marcus. Mercutio hadn’t been seen in weeks and by that time, she had freed the poor soul from his shackles. Yet the pair were stuck upon the abandoned Isle.  There wasn’t much they could do, no, save take to what resources were left. Food, clothing, field packs... not to mention the second floor which was probably boobytrapped for all they knew.  “Took you bloody long enough.” Marcus scowled as Diaage freed him from his shackles.  “Just be grateful I did this. I prefer my men tied up.” She gave a soft sneer with that cruel smile of hers. “Don’t think the old boy is coming back so, perhaps we can get the hell off this Isle. I’m running out of clothes.” @intoxication-wra

[i-am-retired-blog]

         She wrapped herself within the stolen desert silks that Mercutio brought back to the Isle. A sullen sigh left such delicate lips. What more could the old woman do at such a time?... Unless...          Diaage looked over her shoulder. The ex-director forgot one thing. The shades her master bequeathed her. Such names of shadow magic to be called upon... but now was not the right time. She would wait... until he made his next move. @intoxication-wra

[i-am-retired-blog]

Captives Captivated;

      The old woman sat vigil by the side of her ward, Marcus. He was still in terrible shape from the fight. What more could she do -but- to sit and twiddle her thumbs? No portal devices to take to, no communicator to contact agents, and certainly no rescue in sight on the little abandoned isle they were stranded upon.     A soft sigh escaped her lips. Perhaps she could swim... swim... like she did all those years ago. Thoughts turned to memories as she recounted them to the sleeping Marcus.      “Hundreds.. of years ago, under the darkening sky of Lordaeron...” The scene set upon the ocean miles out from the Coast of Lordaeron. A small merchant vessel stowed. A young raven haired sin’dorei lass was busy tying a knot into a line as elvish crewmen worked aside her and others. “It wasn’t always that bad, you know. We were happy for a time before the sickness set in. Minn’da got it first. When she died it passed onto Ann’da. Then to Lucius. The rest of the crew.”       Errant memories blanked from her mind as she continued to recount the story, for good reason, “Sickness was terrible. Madness among civil men... What could one do?.... Nothing. No medicine would cure this. I didn’t know what else to do but to set aflame to the ship and escape from the madness that dwelt. You should’ve heard the cries as they burned alive.” Jumping from the bow into the ocean, the memories delved, sinking like a stone. Escaping, she thought, saved her life only to snuffed out by the water filling the lungs. Swimming miles to the coast proved futile.     “But.. then for some reason.. I was saved. I didn’t know by who but.. it was this.. this man. He dragged me out of the water to the shore all those years ago. If it wasn’t because of him we wouldn’t be here in this situation...” Diaage paused as she’d rest a hand to Marcus’ temple to check his temperature. “Sometimes.. I wonder if I did it again... if I swam all the way-- that I would see him again.” A soft laugh escaped her lips as she’d twist her olivine-streaked gaze towards the open window that held the boundless ocean. The thought crossed her mind.... would she leave Marcus to do so?....

@intoxication-wra

[i-am-retired-blog]

“You’re awful, I love you.” Going to one day voice act Mercutio while singing this song.

Nyaaaah!

@mercutiomalache

[i-am-retired-blog]

Visit Original Link

“What right do you have to face one.” “Say’ right’s an’one else.” “You push a fine line... Malache...”      As the lullaby turns, tragedies rise and fall. The shadows of Mercutio surrounded the ex-director. Friend and foe. Could she handle facing the threat that he was? Or would she let him get away with it once more...  Either way, at the end of the lullaby - one of them would have to wake up from such shadowy delusions. And one of them may just end up dead. @mercutiomalache

[i-am-retired-blog]

None of her business...

    An irritation of second guessing herself sank into the thoughts of the old woman as she’d walk towards her house in Silvermoon. She’d let her nails dig into her raven tresses, scraping to her scalp. A sigh escaped her lips. “Why does one even bother. Mercutio isn’t around... his business isn’t mine. Even being invited to such a business...” Diaage mumbled to herself as she’d open the door to find Elsif and Nihasa sitting in the common room. 

    “A bad day?” Elsif noticed a permanent frown lining the woman’s face.  “More dead ends. One doesn’t know what to do anymore. Living here or living in the port - it doesn’t seem quite safe just yet.” The ex-director would slump into one a living room chair. “Elsif... Why should one resurface? To what end? Why should one deal with Mercutio or my  brother? Or any of the family. What goals would that accomplish.” 

    “Well, Miss Malievi... It might not be my business, but... family is family. Considering everything... recovering from years past of estranging yourself your business and noble family...” Elsif spoke quietly as he’d glance from her to Nihasa. “Maybe not just for yourself? But for your daughter?”

   “For titan’s sakes... bringing Nihasa around that lot. Infighting, deaders, screaming, blood... just a typical night of Intoxication.... Hope to the seven hells that that Malache boy is alive...” The old woman groaned as she’d push herself up out of the chair. The conversation trailed from there as she’d stare out the window into the city of Silvermoon. To what end...

To what end for all who witnessed what happened this night.... @intoxication-wra