This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:

ActionAid India

SEEDS India

GlobalGiving <- No longer taking donations

HEY FOLKS , WE NEED TO TALK! get comfy because this is a long post with important stuff in it , that will briefly discuss examples of transphobia we've spotted in the rpc. just a heads up that this includes some quotes of transphobic things that have been said. as a trans person who is also friends with a lot of other trans people in the rpc , we've been seeing quite the uptick of incidents of transphobia in the community for a few months now. a lot of it has been going on in fantasy fandoms , but it's probably because we're in those most that we see it the most and this isn't isolated to just those. it's an issue that's more prevalent recently , and it's something that we think needs to be pointed out and most importantly actually tell you our suggestions for what you can do to help make and keep the rpc safe for trans people. our rights are being attacked tenfold right now and finding safe places in real life and online is getting harder and harder. please don't contribute to that and try to help us in making it better. i won't be calling anyone out on this post , going into specifics , mud-slinging or name calling. that won't solve any problems or let anyone move forward. the key to being better is giving people room to learn from their accidents , screw ups and mistakes , and reflect on how they can better that behaviour for the whole community to benefit. i won't be taking questions or responding to messages unless it's to chat about moving forward with these intentions.

*:･ﾟ✧ WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON? i'll tell ya!

roleplayers have been fetishising other people's trans characters like they're sexual oddities and not people. focus on a character's genitals , asking if a character's genitals are ' normal ' or not ( heads up , trans people's are as normal as everyone else's ) , treating trans people and muses as if their gender is ' fake ' , or pushing fetishes related to topics like pregnancy or periods on them without their consent. conversely , writing nsfw rp involving trans characters is not always inherently fetishistic ---- some roleplayers have been telling them it is. trans people can be sexy , have sex and enjoy sex , and they should be able to write and discuss this material as openly as everyone else does. implying that trans people just having sex lives is fetishistic and shouldn't be allowed can contribute to the shame that some of us feel about our bodies and us having healthy , normal desires that a lot of people have. roleplayers have been equating gender to genitals in and out of character. not everyone of the same gender has the same genitals , and not everyone with the same genitals has the same gender. neither invalidate the other and phrases like ' she has what every women has ' or ' he's just like all men ' when talking about muses that are cis or trans aren't helpful and can make us feel dysphoric. roleplayers have been openly mocking trans people who have said they don't want to be approached by people who write harry potter content. it's mean-spirited , implies our feelings and boundaries are an over reaction , and doesn't extend any empathy. it ignores the point we're making that we're just asking to not have to interact with material written by an active oppressor of our rights. trans roleplayers have been including rhetoric in their roleplay that reflects transmedicalist beliefs , that trans people should adhere to strict gender roles , and stereotypes that people are trans because they're groomed to be. these are stereotypes that people use to attack us , discredit us , and police our gender expression. our own community isn't perfect and we need to challenge and talk about internalised transphobia as much as external.

*:･ﾟ✧ BUT WHAT CAN I DO ABOUT IT? i'll tell ya that too!

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@dcstinyscdgc for Lian Song

It wasn't often that members of the Royal Family came to the Moon. His goddess and her kingdom had a complicated relationship with the heavenly emperor and the other realms. Though, over the years, his weariness had eased slightly when it came to the third prince. Enough so that an amused smile pulled slightly at the corners of his lips as he bowed to the other in greeting. "We weren't expecting a visit from your Royal Highness. Currently, our goddess is in seclusion."

Rising from his greeting, he then arched one brow. "Or is it not here that you've come to see this time and instead our white peach wine?"

To most, an unlikely friendship, but Lian Song happened to have friends in many places.

A bandage hung loosely from his arm, barely clinging on—half of it flapping with each movement, exposing a cut that hadn’t fully healed. With a sharp tug, he ripped the rest of it off, twirling it between his fingers before flicking it toward the piles of trash stacked around the industrial-sized garbage bins.

It was early morning, the icy chill of winter night giving way to an even colder dawn. The streets were mostly deserted, save for the occasional car passing by. In the distance, faint music echoed from a karaoke bar still alive with activity. For the revelers inside, six in the morning didn’t mean bedtime—it was either time to find another spot to keep the party going or to hunt down a steaming bowl of soup before heading home.

One of the girls was supposed to meet him half an hour ago. Her client had only booked her until five, and she should’ve been here by now. He sighed, deciding to wait a few more minutes before heading to the club to find her.

But before he could shift his weight or light another cigarette, the sound of footsteps against the frozen pavement drew his attention. He looked up, spotting a familiar face and a familiar frock.

“Morning,” he said, giving a small nod in greeting.

Still, Choi Yoon kept his head down and his scarf secured around his neck. The remainders of the night before still lingered around him in the air, and he wondered how people managed to live those kind of lifestyles; where sleep only went on for a few hours, fueled by alcohol and other substances to make it through. It concerned him, and he knew some of the women he's known for years worked in the area.

When he finally raised his head, he saw a familiar face, one he knew. While he wasn't the fondest of him, Choi Yoon heard and tried to believe all the women had told him about being a man who took care of them despite all the other implications that were left unsaid.

"I didn't do anything."

Lie. Barefaced. Lie.

"Wrong. I didn't do anything wrong." A clarification as she lifts the cup of wine to her lips and drinks as the two elders continue to fight in the other end of the tea house.

ten minutes left in the lesson. just ten more minutes, which means if he mentally sings all too well ten minute version one more time, he’ll be free to continue the rest of his day peacefully, starting with a well-deserved nap. with that in mind, ryan’s practically counting down the seconds when his train of thought is abruptly interrupted by the sudden hushed whispers from the person next to him.

he blinks, leaning closer a little to listen better, only to make a rather confused face in return. "uh, you wanna meet up after this? for our project?" he repeats, his tone caught somewhere between uncertainty and mild reluctance. it takes a beat, but the memory of the project they're supposed to be working on finally clicks into place. ah, yes — that project. the one he has zero intention of actually contributing to because, frankly, he doesn’t really need to score in this subject; all the credits he needs for graduation are already fulfilled, and if it weren't for his alarming attendance rate that he needs to make up for, he would already be taking his nap right now instead of sitting next to his project partner who he's starting to feel a little sorry for.

She pressed the tip of her aggressively orange pen into her notebook, leaving an indent that will go on for pages after that will frustrate her later. But now wasn't later. Ruolan had bigger problems to deal with. For a second, she considered what her older brother might do - he would make it clear that he did all the work and also say it out loud.

"You have two options - I tell the professor now that you have no interest in doing this project, or when it comes to presenting it, I announce in front of the professor and our classmates that I did it all on my own." Ruolan raised her brows, challenging him to come up with a weak attempt for her to not tell. "Because if I'm doing all the work, I deserve all the credit. I don't need a lazy guy benefiting in any way off my hard-work, that will happen enough for me one way or another once I'm out of university."

"i'm pretty sure it's illegal, tracking down someone's information like that." she argues, gaze slipping away as she neither denies or confirms. then his next words register, cutting through the mess in her mind like a blade. when she looks at him again, disbelief is visible in every part of her being. "you think this is about money? or some fantasy?"

if he read her story, he should already know profit is the last thing on her list whenever it comes to writing? if he really knew her, he would know writing was her way of making sense of the chaos in her head, of untangling emotions too sharp and messy to say out loud. like how their friendship ended. if she could even call it that, she thinks.

Zhao Muchi pretended so well that Anruo never would've known the true extent of what he went through. This was why he made such a good actor. Even those he considered close friends never knew. Never looked too hard beyond the persona he presented them.