In the wake of hearing some very sad (also personal) information, I decided to throw this out there:
Trans People Are Wonderful! They Deserve Representation And Respect!
- MTF? The most beautiful girls in the world - or handsome, if they’d prefer! Sparkling like a star!!
- FTM? The most handsome boys in the whole world - or beautiful, if they’d prefer! Radiant like the moon!
- FTNB/MTNB? You’re all stellar and delightful! Truly gorgeous individuals, as handsome and/or beautiful as a sunbeam!!
- Genderfluid Folk? Super fantastic!! Your identity and its presentation are phenomenally you-like!!
- Demigender boys and girls? Delightfully demi!! Just like me!! We’re all extremely wonderful!!
- Agender? Astounding! A wonderful reminder of the diversity of gender - we’re ALL wonderful reminders of the diversity of gender!! Woo!
- Other, unlisted identities I’m not as well-versed in? Still valid!! Still beautiful/handsome/gorgeous/wonderful!!! Still very important to the world and to the redefinition of gender language and identity!!
The world may treat you differently - they’ll say you’re lesser, other, not who you are - but those people are wrong. You are strong because you perservere in the face of indignity, you are true to you and yourself in-or-out of closet, and you are you by virtue of knowing who you’re meant to be.
can i get uhhhhhh, a reader x lotor where the reader is alluras more “magically” gifted sister? takes place at the end of season 4
okay so I’m making reader younger than Allura just because I think that works out better like idk maybe Altean magic works on skill and you get better when you train more and/or are older (also this got really long oops)
You could feel the anger and tension building bit by bit in the small, confined room. That was a perk of your stronger Altean magic; something Allura had never quite grasped. On one side of the room stood the ‘Defenders of the Universe’, lead by your little sister-Princess Allura of Altea. You could feel her anger directed at you but underlying all that anger, there was confusion, wariness and the strongest emotion, hurt.
“Well, this is certainly an interesting family reunion.” Lotor grinned from where he was bound to the wall on the other side of the room.
He looked…amused at the situation and it took every bit of self-restraint to stand your ground and not turn to glare at him. Your Altean marks glowed subtly, fuelled by the collective emotions in the room and your own impatience and anger building.
After Lotor had broken through the shields and allowed the coalition and Voltron to take back this section of the universe, the two of you had been taken aboard the Castle of Lions; it had been your home once but that was history.
“It’s a…pleasant surprise to see you (Y/N),” said Allura, turning to you. “After ten thousand years…I thought you were dead.”
You were overwhelmed by the sudden shift in her emotions; anger turned to sadness and hurt turned to grief. Lotor noticed your changed demeanour and his eyes narrowed, struggling against his restraints to try and be by your side. The Paladins sprung into fighting stances, ready to attack Lotor if he so much as moved a centimetre off the wall.
“I wish I could say the same about you. Father always did favour you more so imagine my surprise when I crawled through mountains of rubble to find my home…Altea destroyed, Father missing and presumed dead and you, my dearest sister, peacefully sleeping in a pod safe from the horrors that I had to see,” you sneered, stepping towards Allura until you were inches from her face.
You felt Lotor’s pride and amusement as Allura stepped back in fear. She knew what you were capable of, knew how powerful your magic was.
“I tried to…” Allura trailed off, avoiding your hateful stare.
“You tried to what? Save me?” you spat, fists clenching at your sides.
Allura almost looked ashamed as she stared at the ground.
“Had it not been for Prince Lotor, I would not be standing here.”
As Allura’s mouth fell open in shock, you walked over to Lotor; your prince, your love. With one hand, you ripped his restraints from the wall, freeing him to the shock of everyone in the room. You helped him to his feet, smoothing out his uniform and fixing his long white locks. He smiled fondly at you and pressed his lips to your temple. Standing at his side, his arm stayed around your waist protectively and together you faced your sister.
“Now Princess, shall we discuss my love and I joining the Voltron coalition?”
Come back, y'all are my favorite little cuties and I miss this blog
I know that Bliix and I are both very busy most of the time – he has band responsibilities, instrument training, tests, and a job to work through; I am literally a full-time college student with a part-time job.
As a Comics and Sequential Art major, this blog - and its origin as a place for demisexual/demiromantic/asexual/aromantic positivity, support, and comics explaining my experiences as someone working through understanding what it is to be demi - is one of my very roots. I may not always be active, Anon, but I’m always here, checking in. The problem is that I’m so exhausted and go-go-go all the time now that being able to sit down, draw a Demicomic, and fill up the queue is more than I’m capable of (I know my limits and press them gently. If they get pressed too much, as they have in the past, I am likely to break down, have a panic attack, and get overwhelmed by anxiety for Who-Knows-How-Long. Baaaaaaad way to start a semester).
My intention was to do some comics and be more interactive over my winter holiday. Remember the exhausted part though? I was so exhausted I did 5% social friend things, 95% I’m sitting in my room watching Danny Phantom at 3am eating granola things. I did very little drawing, even for myself.
I continue to promise this, Anon, though I have no idea when I will fulfill this promise – but I swear, I’ve got more to give, and you certainly haven’t seen the last of me or the blog!
COOL I DIDNT KNOW THAT NOT SURE WHEN THIS ASK WAS SENT BUT
HI I’M LYCA!!! I am a Biromantic Demi-Asexual (I usually go w/ demisexual) and I’m an art college kid who likes video games, music, drawing, and making comics! I’m also a Hypersensitive Person!!! With anxiety! But I love to do nice things for people, it alleviates the anxiety!!
Hello everyone, it’s 3:43 AM and I’m listening to Three Days Grace and I should probably sleep but I don’t want to so I am still awake and I know I forgot to do some DemiAce Holiday Content so I will do that when I stop being tired and goofy.
I’m so sorry I’ve been slacking on this blog. I don’t get why I’m so tired and uninspired. I mean, I get it, it’s probably the depression, but I really, really want to do nice, fun things for everyone but I can’t which is STUPID because I can and I should!!! So.... eventually. There will be content from me. Which I keep promising and not really doing anything for but.... the want is there, my dudes. I just need the Will. And then there will be a Way!!!
It said “and stuff” so I’m gonna put this here. Read radio silence!!! It’s an awesome book and has the only a spec representation I’ve ever seen in media!
Radio Silence? That’s a cool ass book name. I’ll add it to my book wishlist!!
I know somewhere on the blog there’s reblogged posts about content that contains ace representation. I would normally tag stuff like that #ace representation, #asexual representation, #LGBTQ+ representation, #ace characters, or #asexual characters…. along those lines. There’s more media with ace rep coming out every day!! And you can BET I’ll be creating ace-inclusive media, too!
Fun Fact: The very first time I included ace representation in my work was when I wrote a fanfic with my friend. The character is a canonically proud aromantic asexual! Of course, at the time I was very bad at writing… *cough* SUBTLE representation, but she’s still v important!
(My favorite thing to do is make divine entities aro/ace. That’s fun ^w^ )
For the first time, I was questioned about my asexuality - if it were legitimate. And I defended it and its right as an identity steadfastly.
Long story short, I took a wellness visit to the doctor the other day. Obviously, as an Old Woman(tm), they ask about your sexual activity levels. “Are you sexually active?” Hit the obvious button on that and said, ofc, “No.”
Later on, Doc asked, “When you were to have sexual relations, would it be with men, women, or both?” Barring the fact that that’s lowkey negligent of the entire nonbinary category - which I wasn’t up for explaining at that moment, sorry nbs - I said, “Both. But I wouldn’t have sex - I’d date both. I do not experience sexual attraction, I’m a biromantic asexual.”
He asked, “Has that ever concerned you?”
I dwelt, for a split second, on the aphobia, the ace-exclusion, the doubt, the perversion, the heteronormativity and allonormativity, the expectations, the disappointments, all the things I’ve conquered and the things I’ve yet to.
I said, “No.” Very firmly. He didn’t go any further.
Change comes about in small ways, and it ripples with impact like oceans.
