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✨ achilles king | denouement won't make you sad @hellostarshine.bsky.social · 16d

the puritanical christofascist hatred of queer sex and intimacy is really, really sad. i am sorry that you have not been able to find satisfaction in sex or intimacy. i am sorry you are so scared and ashamed.

i am not. and i will never be.

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 10h

#WIPSnips | Push
Quite long, but Lucian’s realizing that his fatal flaw is keeping him from having what he really wants and hates that it might be too late to change his decision.

«You can. You are just too afraid.»

My throat tightened on a whimper. “Please, don’t do this. If only you knew how much this hurts.”

“I do, more than you know.” He squeezed my hand, his other coming to touch my cheek. “Lucian, I thought that leaving The Knife’s company was going to be the end of me. I never knew how to function without him. But leaving was the best thing I had ever done.”

I shook my head, my eyes watering. “I can’t.”

“Lucian.” I could see the sadness in his eyes, the longer that I looked into them. When he stroked my cheek, I leaned into his touch. «I hope you can find the strength to fight for what you want. Truly, I do. Because I can do nothing more to help you than I already tried.»

Tears rolled down my cheeks. I did not want him to go. I wanted more time with him. I grew to hate the choice I made, how much it was killing me. «Please, don’t leave me. Please...»

Auðunar sighed. «Lucian, you know I have to go.»

I shook my head, holding his face. Before I could stop myself, I leaned close to kiss him. Feeling his lips on mine relaxed me, soothing my heart. For just a moment, I could have him and never have to worry about losing him. But he would not kiss me back.

Auðunar took hold of my shoulders, gentle when pushing me away. «I hate to do this to you, Lucian. But if you truly are set on your choice, you cannot have both. You know this.»

«But I love you.» My voice broke as I said it. «I love you. I don’t want to lose you.»

He sighed, watching my face. «I must be off.»

I faltered. “Auðunar?” Was he really leaving?

«Not even our fates can keep me from loving you. But your crown can certainly try.» He turned away. «If, and only if you decide that you don’t want it to control you any longer, then come find me.» He turned away, heading for the foyer.

“No, w-wait!” I reached out again. “Auðunar, please.”

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🔞⚔️Lumen @churchofpossum.bsky.social · Dec 11

Devotion
#⚔️

A black and white drawing of my knight OCs. Douglas is on his knees in front of Willow, whos bare foot is perched on Douglas' thigh. He holds onto the bare skin of Willows thigh, his head leaning against Wilows knee.

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✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag @wipsnips.bsky.social · 23h

Here are the #WIPSnips words for October 13th - 19th

Please remember Alt Text on graphics & Trigger/Content warnings when necessary.

Synonyms, variations and ✨vibes✨ are fine.

As always, no unsolicited line editing on posts. This is a place for supportive convo (which y'all are awesome at)!

The #WIPSnips words for October 13th through October 19th

October 13 - push; October 14 - ultimate; October 15 - care; October 16 - might; October 17 - loaf; October 18 - dodge; October 19 - trial

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Alex Larkspur 💛 Queer Fantasy @applesncinnamon.bsky.social · 1d

Looking for a sweet, magical, and just a bit heartbreaking read this fall?
Check out Sweet & Wild! 💛🐝🍃

Universal Link: books2read.com/u/bzNng9
Ko-Fi: ko-fi.com/alexlarkspur...
Itch: applesncinnamon.itch.io/sweet-wild
Cover by the wonderful
@northyme.com

Over a forest background, text reads: If you liked these... (an arrow pointing) Try this!
The books under "If you liked these" are:
- Kit & Basie by Tess Carletta with the text "Sweet and magical romance"
- Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh with the text "Forest Magic and Mysterious Spirits"
- Faerie Hounds of York by Arden Powell with the text "Heartbreaking and Bittersweet"

Try this points to Sweet & Wild by Alex Larkspur

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kellen graves 🦇 @skellygraves.bsky.social · 1d

“I prefer pretty redheads like you.” 
A BONE IN HIS TEETH 🌊 🌊 🌊 is for fans of horror, romance, haunted seaside towns, ancient rituals, THE LIGHTHOUSE, dark fantasy, some gore, a little bit of cannibalism as a treat

illustration from the POV of Alba from A BONE IN HIS TEETH looking over the side of a boat, his hands visible in the bottom frame, with a pale, white haired siren, Eridanys gazing back at him from the dark water. “I prefer pretty redheads like you” is written overhead

trans m/m dark fantasy romance w/ horror elements
lighthouse keeper x siren
seaside horrors
losing your virginity on a rocky shore
finding safety with a cannibalistic siren
grumpy x grumpier
running from violent debtors
fishing town with long-kept secrets
touch him and die
standalone
becoming a siren's favorite plaything

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 1d

#WritingPrompt I love DnD headcanons!
DM and host - Lucian
murder hobo - Tobias can certainly try
party mom - Mícheil
the party face - Mícheil again
the tank - Auðunar
providing the snacks - Declan
the healer - Declan again
the note taker - Also Declan

Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 1d

Your characters are playing in a DnD campaign! Who’s DMing, who’s one second from murder hoboing, who’s having to be party mom, and who’s making sure there’s enough snacks? #WritingPrompt

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 1d

In honor of spooky month, share a 4 word horror story that only someone in your profession would understand:

"It's Target Circle Week."

Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 1d

Cheesecake Factory on fire

Marjorie James Keenan @unenthusiast.com · 1d

In honour of spooky month, share a 4 word horror story that only someone in your profession would understand.

rm -rf ~/

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 1d

I consider myself a "plantser," but I lean more towards pantser.
Whenever I try to be organized & outline, executive dysfunction kicks into high gear & I will NEVER go back to whatever WIP I outlined. I still don't know why.
If it stays in my head I'll eventually write it down exactly how I want it.

Mx. D. D. Ward (they/them) @ddwardiswriting.bsky.social · 1d

Okay #WritingCommunity

Planners and Pantsers. Have you ever tried the opposite approach? Planners, have you ever just writtem with no plan? What happened. Pantsers, have you ever tried outlining? What happened?

Was there anything you kept from this experiment.

I switched from pantser to planner.

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 1d

#WIPSnips | Hope
Young Tobias was invited to the Crown Prince's birthday party. He gets a gift for Prince Lucian while out with his friends. However, realizes too late that he was *supposed* to get one for Lucian's elder brother.
(It's TOTALLY not because he has a crush, why would you say that?)

I did worry in the back of my mind that he would be disgusted by such a gift, but I held onto hope that he would appreciate me giving him something that reminded me of home.

It was three silver pieces for the necklace. I thought the price was too steep, but the jeweler proclaimed that it was an “authentic Moorish trinket.” I bit back a curse, not bothering to haggle.

“What’d you get?” Arthur waited beside Finn at the edge of the square.

I held up the necklace. “I think this’ll do.”

Finn squinted. “It certainly is… unique.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I thought that Prince Lucian might like it.”

“Wait.” Mícheil sputtered, covering his mouth. “Wait, you got a gift for Prince Lucian?”

“Aye. I did.” Something about the way he asked that felt wrong. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s the Crown Prince’s celebration,” Arthur chuckled. “You’re supposed to bring a gift to the Crown Prince!”

I flushed, staring down at the necklace. Of course, it was for Crown Prince Gideon! Why in the blazes would I think of Prince Lucian? “W-well.” I stuffed it in my coin purse. “I already paid three silers, so the Crown Prince will have to survive without my offering. S-stop laughing!”

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 1d

Mind you this is about my short stories, not the series I’m currently writing.

G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 1d

I miss the dopamine rush I got from fic kudos 😔
People are stingy with kudos for original works, but I think I still can get that rush from hits maybe
And I COULD be a better marketer.

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 1d

A Warm Respite - An Art of Malignance short story (18+)
archiveofourown.org/works/72321646
This 5k original work was written for #Kinktober2025 #Q #E

Auðunar Thrandsson comes to join his lover, Lucian, to turn in for the night
However, he finds a note inviting him to pleasure him while he is asleep

A screenshot displaying information for a work listed on Ao3
Title: A Warm Respite, by GT Anthony (The ElderVampire)
Fandom: Original Work
Rated: Explicit (M/M)
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Synopsis: "They say that sleeping princes oftentimes could be woken up with true love’s kiss. Perhaps princes turned warriors need something a little more… virile."

During a much needed break in the life of a Brømkhaldic mercenary, Auðunar Thrandsson comes to join his lover, Lucian, to turn in for the night.
However, when he finds a little note inviting him to pleasure him while he is asleep, Auðunar is both touched by the monumental amount of trust and curious as to how they night will go if he acted on it.

Ao3 Tags Used: Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Original Characters, Explicit Sexual Content, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Pre-Established Setting, Setting Knowledge Not Required, Somnophilia, Consensual Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Enthusiastic Consent, Consent Check-ins, Rough Sex, implied/referenced past sexual assault, Aftercare, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Sex Positions, Coming Untouched, Dacryphilia, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, POV Third Person

G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 1d

bookish checkpoint 📖

☄️last book: A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon

current read(s):
🌸The Flowered Blade by Taylor Hubbard
🔥Katabasis by R.F. Kuang

🗡️newest adds to the tbr: The Traitor & The Wretch by Jasmine Walls

🖤eagerly waiting for: Mercy by Ian Haramaki

Alex Larkspur 💛 Queer Fantasy @applesncinnamon.bsky.social · 1d

bookish checkpoint 📝

💛last book: The Faerie Hounds of York by Arden Powell

💛current read(s): Don’t Let the Forest In by CG Drews

💛newest adds to the tbr: The Haunting of William Thorn by Ben Alderson

💛eagerly waiting for: You Weren’t Meant to be Human by Andrew Joseph White

Indie Book Spotlight @bookspotlight.bsky.social · 1d

bookish checkpoint 📝

✧ last book: wisteria by adalyn grace

✧ current read(s): perils of the past, holly, no earthly sunne

✧ newest adds to the tbr: i found the first three books in the nightrunner series at a used book store!

✧ eagerly waiting for: sunrise on the reaping! (i know, i am slow)

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Milo (he/xe) 🏳️‍⚧️ 🇨🇦 @milosometimes.bsky.social · 2d

I think it would be super sexy and awesome if every writer on here got the recognition they deserve

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 2d

When Gideon is later murdered, neither Lucian nor Terryn could imagine their lives without him. The two siblings were separated for many months, each believing that the other was killed, as well. So when they reunite, their bond grows stronger as they try to figure out how to take back their kingdom

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 2d

#WritingPrompt Prince Lucian is the youngest of 3. He and Gideon feuded and bantered often in their youth, & their sister Terryn was always the sweetest with him. As they grew up, Lucian started to appreciate Gideon's teasing, because when it mattered, his big brother would always be there for him.

Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · 2d

Does your MC have any siblings? Are they part of the story? What are they like? #WritingPrompt

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Milo (he/xe) 🏳️‍⚧️ 🇨🇦 @milosometimes.bsky.social · 2d

Callum's first look at 'Perne' isn't exactly... impressive.

#WipSnips #FtSF #WriteSky

Outlined text over a dark blue ocean. The horizon is obscured by fog.
The text reads: From the Sea Fret. As the bus driver navigated the labyrinth of potholes, we passed by a weather-beaten wooden sign. ‘Welcome To Perne’. We dipped down over the swell of the cliff, and the town came into view.
It was nothing more than a few grey buildings splattered against the canvas of the landscape. Nestled in a small valley, and surrounded by harsh low-lying brush, it was barely big enough to even have a name. The only paved road it had was the one we were on, which ended abruptly at the base of the farthest cliff.
The word 'welcome' is underlined.

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 2d

#WIPSnips | Welcome 🏳️‍⚧️
After a necessary visit to a new town for supplies, Declan accepts a job offer as an apprentice to an apothecary that gives him access to this world's equivalent of HRT for the first time.

“I can be taught,” I insisted. “I appreciate you so much, Mastrum Jolnulf.”

“I will reach out to you when you can start.” After I paid them the extra money, they handed me the tonic. “Have your first dose here, just so that I can see how your body reacts to it.”

I nodded, popping open the vial. It still didn’t feel real. I couldn’t wait to tell my Da about this.

As soon as I thought that, my face fell. I couldn’t tell him about it, because we were further apart than we were back in Sunderland. Even with my father’s letter, I still didn’t know if I could truly face them again.

“Are you alright?”

I blinked, giving a brisk nod. “Aye. Just thinking.” A deep breath to steady myself, and I then sucked the tonic down in one quick sip.

I didn’t feel any different, but I didn’t feel anything wrong, either. If anything, I was relieved. I was always made to feel uncomfortable, trying to assert what I needed as a self-made man. But with Mastrum Jolnulf, it was casual. There was nothing inconclusive. They didn’t dismiss me. In fact, someone like them would never dismiss me.

“How do you feel?” they asked.

I managed a smile, trying to dry my eyes. “It’s nice to not feel like something is wrong with me.”

“Oh, lad.” They gave me a smile. “Welcome to Brømkhald.”

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 2d

That's it for now! This thread was actually really fun to do! 🌈

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 2d

Lucian tearfully reunites with his older sister, Terryn. And in the process, he's so happy that he can't help but give both his lovers affection. It leads to a now flustered Lucian coming out as poly to his sister.

When I looked back, feeling eyes on me, I saw Tobias standing next to Auðunar. They both were smiling at me.

“Auðunar, did you know the whole time?” I got up, pouting while taking his hands.

“He told me this morning.” He gestured towards Tobias.

“Oh, this is the most wonderful surprise! Oh, Tobias.” I smiled at him, running my fingers through his hair and giving him a soft kiss. I then turned back to Auðunar. “And you, keeping a secret from me.” Despite my words, I grinned, giving him a kiss, as well.

“Why, Lucian.”

I blushed, glancing back at my sister. She had a hand on her chest, her mouth agape in feigned shock. She had a smile on her face just moments later.

“Oh! Where are my manners?” I coaxed both men to join me back where Terryn was waiting. “Terryn, you remember Tobias, don’t you?”

“I do.” She grinned. “I’ve been seeing him often as of late.”

“R-right.” I cleared my throat. “Of course.”

“Who’s your other friend?” She eyed Auðunar, her grin mischievous.

I reached out to take his hand. “Terryn, this is Auðunar Thrandsson. He has been keeping me safe throughout my time here in Brømkhald. Auðunar, this is my sister, Terryn.”

He nodded, offering a bow. “Your Highness.”

Terryn grinned with delight. “I see that two men have your heart, Lucian.”

“Yes.” I stammered, my blush still heating my cheeks. “I know it is not conventional, and all…”

“Oh, please.” She slowly sat up. “You are happy, and that’s what matters.”

“I am.” I sat back down with her, and Auðunar and Tobias gave us both some space. “Now, we have much to talk about.”

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 2d

When Lucian and Tobias reunite (after Tobias has believed for months that he was dead), Lucian is upfront about being poly and tells him that he fell in love with Auðunar in their time apart. At this point in the talk, Tobias is receptive to opening up their relationship.

He listened to me the whole time, his hand coming back to stroke my hair. There was a hesitant softness to his resolve. He did not look angry, nor did he seem quick to reject me. “You really do love him.”

“I do,” I stammered. My hand pressed to his chest, and to my relief, he did not flinch or shrug me away. “I love him, just as deeply as I love you. That will never change. And I can never choose between either of you.”

Tobias paused. “Can you explain that to me? I…” He sighed. “I want to understand, love. This is new to me.”

I nodded, still nervous. “You both love me in different ways, and that is what I like the most. Tobias, you have brought so much joy into my life. Even when I was trapped in that castle, your friendship kept me sane. You are my first love, and your tenderness with me was something that I have missed in the time we were apart.

“Auðunar, meanwhile, is stern and practical, but he is also passionate when given the freedom to be. He is devoted, always there to make sure I’m alright. He helped me realize that there was more to life than what was first taught to me. He helped me feel free. Truly free. And now, the whole world is open to me. And I want to share it with the both of you. I do not know how else to explain it, but with the both of you in my life, I feel… whole.”

Tobias inclined his head. “Come here, love…” He coaxed me to kiss him again. “I’m glad you told me. And I’m glad you told him. It would’ve been worse if you hid what you were feeling. That wouldn’t have been fair to either of us.”

With how receptive he was, I grew far more relaxed. “I was hoping that you could see how much he loves me, just like he will see how much you do. You will never have to beg or fight for my attention. I will divide my time. My heart is big enough for the both of you to share. And if you ever want me to give you time, all you need to do is ask. And some days, perhaps I will decide who I would rather be close to. Like tonight.” I nuzzled his hand as he began stroking my cheek. “I wanted to sleep in here with you, and Auðunar understood.”

“You’ve thought about this a lot, love.” He started to chuckle, making me divert my eyes. “Come now, look at me.”

I did, seeing that his smile was slowly returning.

“I love you, Lucian. And I can see how happy he makes you.” He kissed my brow once more. “For you, I’m willing to try.”

“Wait.” I gasped. “Really?”

He nodded. “I may get a little jealous,” he started. “And I still don’t quite understand it all. But it’s like I told you earlier. I never want to lose you again. Ever. So, if being with both me and Auðunar makes you happen, then that is what I want, too.”

I could not help it. I started to cry again, holding onto him so tight. “Thank you!” I was quick to kiss his face. “Th-thank you, thank you! I love you so much. Oh, Tobias.” I could do nothing to contain my relief and joy.

He smiled along with me, kissing my lips again. “Don’t ever feel ashamed of who you are. All right? You deserve to be happy. And always remember that I love you, no matter what.”

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 2d

In Devotion, Anguish, and Repentance, Lucian has come to terms with the fact that he's poly, in love with both his oldest and dearest friend (Tobias) and the mercenary that helped him embrace his second chance at life (Auðunar). This is him coming out to Auðunar.

“Take me with you,” I repeated, finding my voice. I took hold of his cheek, careful when my fingers stroked along his beard. It was subtle, but I felt him lean into my touch. “I want to go with you, Auðunar. I want to be in your company. I want to go on an adventure. A real one. I want to see all of Brømkhald. I want to see the islands. I want to see the world. I want to be just a man that is going on a quest with no certainty on what our fates will be.”

His brows rose. He took my other hand, squeezing it. “Well, about that last part…” He then poked my right cheek, under my eye. “It may not be as uncertain as you think.”

That made me outright giggle.

“But what about your Tobias?” he then asked. “Did you not mean to fix things with him?”

My heart raced. I needed to confess it to him. “I…” I stammered. “What if I cannot let him go?”

He watched my face, his hand still on my cheek. “Be honest with me, Lucian,” he said. “You cannot choose. Can you?”

My nerves were catching up to me. What if I was right all along? What if he would shame me or revile me? Despite it, I shook my head.

“I can’t. You both are too precious to me. I could never choose.” My voice shook. “I would be happiest with you both beside me. I think about it all the time, the two of you cherishing me at once. I can hold you both in my heart, and I hope that you would find it in yours to share me.” When he did not speak, I shrunk. “…Would you make me choose, Auðunar?”

He sighed, his expression softening as he held my face. “No.”

I paused. “Really?”

“Lucian, I would rather share you than live the rest of my life knowing that you might have regretted choosing one of us over the other. And if your Tobias still loves you, then he will understand that, too.”

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 2d

Directly following the previous scene, Declan comes out as trans to Mícheil the first chance he gets. His best friend is almost immediately supportive. (Sir Hamish is Mícheil's father btw)

He was outside sparring by himself. I gave a little wave to show that I was coming by, but he was confused. He didn’t recognize me.

“Look, Mícheil!” I grinned, keeping in mind that Sir Hamish was nearby. “I’m a boy now.”

He blinked, putting down his blade. As he came closer, his eyes widened. “…Deirdre?”

I shook my head right away when I heard that name out of his mouth. “I’m a boy now,” I repeated. “My new name’s Declan. Look!” I showed him my clothes. I wore trousers that were a little too long at the ankles, and I had a vest on that helped me feel a little less afraid of my own chest. “And see?” I played a bit with my shorter locks.

He was curious, and as he listened, he gave me a little smile. “You are a boy.”

“Aye!” I couldn’t help myself, giving him a big hug. It was much easier for me to hold him and be friendlier when Brigit wasn’t nearby where I had to watch her.

My embrace had him grinning. “Declan.” He said my name so easily. “You know what that means?”

“What?” I was already guiding him away from his house.

“It means you can be a soldier, just like me!” He took my hand, already letting me lead the way. “I don’t wanna be a knight. I’m gonna be in the King’s Army someday. And now, you can join me!”

“Join the army?” I giggled. “We’ll have to stay together. I don’t know anyone else there.”

“We will stay together.” He squeezed my hand, smiling as he kept close to me. “I won’t wanna be with anyone else.”

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G.T. Anthony 🏳️‍⚧️🦇 @theeldervampire.bsky.social · 2d

Later, Declan accidentally hurts himself when he starts cutting his hair in a panic. His parents are there to help him when he tells them that he doesn't want to be a girl.

It was still the middle of the night, but when I awoke I ran out into the main hall. I was in tears, hurrying to try and get rid of the matted knots I could still feel clinging to my head. I’d found a knife I’d seen my Da use to prepare food. Taking it in my hand, I began to cut.

I was tugging too hard on my hair, so I’d sobbed while wrenching it out and hacking at it. I nicked at my ear in my haste. That made me scream as blood pooled into my hands. But I still kept cutting at my hair.

My parents both rushed out of their room. They hurried to take the knife out of my hand and tend to the wound, but I was still crying profusely.

“I-I don’t wanna be a woman!” I didn’t even give them a chance to ask what was wrong. “I don’t want it!”

After my ear was covered to stop the bleeding, my Da pulled me tight into his arms, holding me as I cried. I clung to him and kept telling him I was sorry. He wanted nothing to change, after all.

“That wasn’t what I meant.” He was quick to assure me. “I’m not happy you’re in my life because you’re my daughter. I’m happy because you are my child. Never make yourself fit somewhere that doesn’t feel right just to make someone else happy. You hear me? This is your life.”

Both my parents held me. After the panic ebbed, Father evened out my hair, far more tender with the shears than I was with the knife.

We had a real talk afterwards. When asked what I did want, I told them that I wanted to be like Da. I wanted to be a boy and grow up to be a man. And it was the first time that they called me their son. They did whatever they could to help me. Once I had my cropped hair and was given new clothes, I felt a little safer in my own skin. It wasn’t much at the time, but it was enough to make me feel confident. And the first person I told outside of my own family was Mícheil.

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