I know stereotypes are bad, but let’s be honest—every trans girl has a vibe. So tell me, which one are you?
A cute hacker girl fueled exclusively by energy drinks – You type at lightning speed, have a questionable sleep schedule, and may or may not be a digital cryptid. Bonus points if you can do eyeliner so sharp it doubles as a weapon.
A literal cat/dog (kitten/puppy also valid options) – You either radiate smug feline energy or are the human embodiment of "wagging tail, big eyes, head pats please." No in-between.
Target mom – You have opinions on scented candles, will absolutely offer to buy your friends snacks, and could run a household with military efficiency if you weren’t so busy being cute.
Three communist manifestos in a trench coat trying to add others to their cause – You own at least one tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto, believe transition should be free, and could (and would) unionize a girl’s night out.
Teenage witch – You collect shiny rocks, you’ve considered hexing a TERF, and your idea of self-care involves moon water and aggressively manifesting a hotter body.
OH NO A LITERAL GOBLIN! – You hoard shinies, giggle mischievously, and the concept of “pretty girl” and “chaotic gremlin” are one and the same to you.
A vampire with an addiction to fluffy things – Yes, you are the night. But also, you need a soft blanket, thigh-high socks, and a collection of plushies to survive.
A faerie who steals genders and scrambles eggs – You don’t just crack eggs; you turn them into omelets. Gender is yours to redistribute. Watch out, because if you so much as look at someone, they might start questioning things.
A 1950s housewife but horny and super progressive – You bake, you’re adorable, and you’re absolutely calling someone “darling” while making them question their sexuality.
Goth was never just a phase, it’s a lifestyle – Your wardrobe is mostly black, your eyeliner could kill a man, and you’ve perfected the balance between spooky and sapphic.
Goth but discovering the color brown (steampunk) – You have very strong opinions on corsets, pocket watches, and the intersection of sapphic romance and gears.
Cottagecore is my goal in life – You dream of a cozy cottage in the woods where you and your cute wife bake bread, tend to your garden, and forget what capitalism is.
I choose you, random fetish! – You didn’t mean to be this way, but here you are. Your interests are niche, intense, and probably make people blush when you explain them.
So, which one (or ones) are you? Or are you something even gayer?
5 keywords section from the Adventurer's Bible, this is transcribed from the EHScans translation for more info you can check this post. My own notes will be at the end of the post.
Due to the mysterious abilities she was born with, Falin was shunned by the other villagers. Cognizant of the role he must serve as village chief, her father got her out of the village by enrolling her into the magic school. Luckily for her, Falin never really noticed the fear and antipathy the other villagers held toward her. Though she understands the anger Laios harbors toward their parents for expelling her from the village, Falin hopes that one day her older brother and their parents will be able to mend the rift between them. She sees her father as someone who is clumsy with his words, and her mother as someone who is prone to bouts of worry.
Falin enrolled in the magic school* at the age of 10, and ran away from it at the age of 18. Though she views it as the place where she first met Marcille and experienced some enjoyable moments, she also sees it as a place that's too stifling and strict for her liking. Falin's tendency toward wild behavior considered uncouth for young ladies her age and occasional skipping of lectures created an awkward distance between her and the other students, and she never really got used to life at the school.
Falin has been nearsighted since she was little, and has a habit of squinting when she's looking at things. Incidentally, being turned into a Chimera improved her eyesight, and she seems to have dropped her habit of squinting.
Though she was betrothed, she had never met her fiancee, and the arrangement was broken off after Falin enrolled in the magic academy. She was quite taken aback when Shuro abruptly asked for her hand in marriage without even having suggested that they begin a relationship first. Although she didn't have any special feelings for him, Falin harbored the thought that she might not have any more people propose to her in the future, so she considered accepting**; at the same time, she worried that accepting would be unfair toward Shuro if she didn't have any feelings for him.
Falin has beautiful, pale skin, even though she doesn't really go through any particular care routine. She tends to blush bright red very quickly, and experiences some hang-ups about her appearance every time Marcille calls her "cute".
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*EhScans translates as "magic academy" but since in this blog I always refer to it as "magic school" I changed it to keep consistency.
**Spoilers for post canon but this is revisited in an extra
***In general I'd recommend also reading the official english for this one, I think this version is weirdly worded in some parts but that's also true for the official english in other parts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (perhaps the original is also weirdly worded or perhaps it's just me)
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He who holds the orb holds it
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Belive it or not they’re actually an unofficial symbol of bisexuality
What LGBT+ group is associated with moths?
I love when people take their plushes places and take pictures it's my favorite shit YES girl take Snoopy to those seaside cliffs YES take your handsewn frog to a waterfall
Saw this as a text post, very labru coded
no more humanity for me im just this guy forever:
Me and my wife do this (I’m single and delusional)
My wife and I have a little game we play called "Speaking From Ignorance."
To play Speaking From Ignorance, all you need is a phone with a voice recorder, and another person who knows considerably more or considerably less about a topic than you do. The topic can be anything: from "how to bake a quiche" to "what happens in the Peter Jackson Hobbit movies" to "who is Florence Pugh" to "how does the traveling salesman problem work." All that matters is that one of you has a firm grasp on the material, and one of you absolutely the fuck does not.
Then the person who knows about the topic turns on the recorder, and says to the person who knows barely anything: "Hey - tell me everything you think you know about [X]."
The speaker is then not allowed to ask any questions. Nor is the expert allowed to volunteer any information. The expert is allowed to pipe up with a faintly incredulous "Oh--really? Do you--do you think so?" from time to time, but for the most part, the expert's job is just to sit there and make encouraging sounds while the speaker digs their own grave.
This is never not funny.
The reason you record it is because, very often, the first thing the speaker wants to do after finishing the recording is find out how you actually make a quiche, or whatever. Then you both get to go back and listen to how wrong they were.
We have a small library now of Speaking From Ignorance recordings, and I'm going to be listening to them until I'm eighty.
i am a hot bitch and every body wants me<- unable to complete simple tasks unassisted