#non-binary main character

[elph13]

Seeing my book poster in my agents office was a real “pinch me” moment, I love it. Do I want one for my house? Sort of. Am I aware of how self indulgent that is? Absafuckinglutely.

[eebybeeby]

My post top surgery besties, I wanna write an accurate character in a manuscript I’m writing my main character is trans non-binary (genderfluid) and it’s in first person pov can y’all describe being 3-4 years post op for top surgery? Do you notice the scars? how visible are they usually at that point? any specific quirks or difficulties with them or even any funny highlights just every day things that may apply to them and shape a characters existence? Gimme details y’all are comfortable sharing! what kind of post op top surgery rep are y’all looking for

I’m trans nbi genderfluid myself but I bind tho so I just want to write a believable character and have accurate rep for a community that means so very much to me any help appreciated!!

[the-chibi-sempai]

Scriptober Day 1: Lion

The Celestial House was a blessing for some, a social excecution for others, or an unobtainable dream for the despaired. Leventas was of common birth; one that barely made ends meet, but they attended the Roaring Night as expected of everyone. The Roaring Night, one of the Days of Selection, that occured once in every 12 years, right after the year of the Pincher Parade and before the year of the Maiden's Treasure. Priests of House arrived in all settlements to oversee the ceremonies, no matter how big or small they were. The Roaring Night, despite the name, happened in midday. Every citizen was expected to participate but it wasn't enforced. Those who were Sworn in one of the other Celestials were exempted from attending.

The Priest that came to their little village was an old man of graying hair, with an obiously dyed hair tip in fire red. The Priest approaches and, surprisingly for his old age, lifts them up.

"The Lion has chosen you!" he exclaims at Leventas. "It demands your presence at the House, to properly receive your dues." he finishes the what Levantas imagines to be the customary greeting for the Chosen ones.

They don't realise until most of the people have gone back at their homes that the Priest had left them something.

A crest pin with the Sign of the Lion. This is his proof to be allowed inside the Capital and, most importantly, to the revered House of the Celestials.

And thus, their journey begins.

[gwyn-of-the-moon-blog]

The Start.

It was an early spring morning that fateful day.

I was off tending to the chicken coop while my brother collected sticks for breakfast’s fire. We were trying to be nice for our Pa; he had had a stressful week at the market, many of the townsfolk are too poor that time of year to afford poultry products. My brother and I had the smart idea of getting some chores of his done so he could have a more relaxed day at home for a change.

Our house was small, but it was our home, and we wouldn’t have had it any other way. It rather well suited the seven of us, Pa, Erik, myself, and our four chickens. We were outside the town’s crude wooden walls, but close enough that they were only an hours travel by foot. Seated only 5 minutes west of the road to town and right on the edge of a small forest. The sounds of a babbling brook close by often filled the air.

I was throwing some of the feed we had around for the chickens when I heard it. A yell? A cry? No, a scream. A sound only made in the darkest hours, a noise only capable of being made at death’s door. My stomach dropped, the bag of feed dropped, my pulse quickened, my legs started moving before I could comprehend what was happening. I ran to the noise and saw sticks scattered on the ground, blood droplets staining the green grass like a sick red dew in a wet morning, a wolf standing over my brother biting at his arm as Erik struggled to get free, his screams still filling my ears, my blood turned frozen at his cries of pain and fear.

Red. And then I saw red. My blood was superheated with rage, my eyes filled with tears of hatred, my hands shaking with a need. A need to get that wolf away from my brother!

My body was moving before I knew what was happening. I grabbed one of the many discarded sticks on the ground and sprinted at this feral beast. I put my head down and charged with brute force as I tackled the wolf off of my brother. I was quick, but it was quicker. Back on its feet by the time I regained my bearings. It snapped into a prowling walk, it was studying me, trying to find how it wanted to strike me, my weaknesses, the opportune time to attack me. And I knew it. I stood between the beast and my brother, his screams died down into sobs as he slowly tried to move back towards the house. I had no idea how badly he was hurt, but he was still alive, and that’s what mattered.

I kept backing up, trying to get Erik to safety and wake up Pa. The wolf fake lunged at me and I bought it for a whole gold coin. I swung full force where I thought it was going, but it was already back where it was by the time my swing hit the ground uselessly. The wolf used this to lunge at me and it tackled me to the ground. I managed to keep a hold of the stick and held it against the wolf’s chest to keep it from getting to my throat. But it was strong. I could feel the stick weakening against the persistence of the beast.

Its sickly hot breath against my face, its spit dripping on my neck and clothes, the claws pressed against my shoulder and chest. This was gonna be the last thing I experienced before I was brutally taken from my family. This is it, this is how I die, I thought, tears starting to well into my eyes. I tried pushing back as hard as I could, but there was nothing I could do to get this creature off of me. I cried out one last time when the sick noise of steel sinking into flesh filled the air. The wolf fell off of me, an axe lodged into its side. The next thing I knew, Pa lifted me up and held me in his arms.

And wrapping my arms around his neck, I cried.