Hi! just wanted to say first thank you for the lovely art, and second iām sorry for the mix up with the tagging of your posts!
iām not the one who reblogged them, but iām part of the community it started circulating in. saw how they were tagged and saw the writing on the wall haha⦠just wanted to say that i know those blogs didnāt mean to tag your post in a corrective or assuming way! sometimes we reblog content from adjacent communities (such as art of mascs of other sexualites) because there isnāt a lot of content for our own community yet to get our point across with instead ⦠the problem is that sometimes people tag those reposts with the same tags they use for other blog organization (like ārepresentationā), without explanation, and that can absolutely just look like blatant mislabeling to anyone whoās not in the know..
regardless of intent tho i completely get how the tagging could make you uncomfortable! i donāt think the reposters have seen your post about it, i can relay the message to them if youād like :)
hey, thanks for the ask and thanks for liking my art. I really do appreciate it.
I understand your situation, but tagging my butch OCs as anything with the prefix "het" will automatically be perceived by me, the butch lesbian artist, in a corrective and assuming way. This tag is assigning to my original characters - who I spend a lot of time on - an identity that is, objectively, incorrect, and goes against the very core about what they are.
I wouldn't have had such an issue if the reblogs just circulated with the tags "butch" "masc woman representation", etc. That's fine. That's normal. I'm not going to be nitpicky about that kind of thing because my masc women characters appear that way.
What I don't find respectful is the fact that they're being tagged as an identity that is - to my comprehension - explicitly and inherently still heterosexual when they (my characters) are not heterosexual.
I'm extremely aware of the drought of artwork focused on masculine women. But the masculine women I create are, specifically, made from a lesbian perspective and for identities that focus on romantic and sexual attraction to women. I am obviously going to be upset seeing my lesbian ocs get tagged as heterosexual.
You also don't know if my butch characters are cis, transfem or transmasc. This is something I have the right to reveal whenever I feel is right. It would be only polite not to assume, because it makes you look rude
Maybe I'm being overly sensitive about something like this, because I made the decision to post my OCs online publicly, and sometimes stuff like this can happen whether I want it or not. That I can cope with. However the artist can and does, in fact, still see the tags people put in their reblogs. And hopefully you understand, without me having to explain it to you, why it upsets me to have my butch lesbian OCs get tagged as "heterosexual" lol
Anyways I don't have any qualms towards how you identify, you do you. I don't care that much. I hope it's clear it's not the identity I have a problem with, it's tagging my OCs as an identity that is incorrect for them that makes me upset. That's all
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Oh yeah of course! Can never have too much parental g/t! Decided to have a sick tiny because why not? (Also fluff) so I hope you like it! And Iām so sorry that it took so long to answer- I re-wrote this too many times to count but figured this was the best one!
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Birds of a Feather (2)
It had only been a week since Gabriel found out about Lizzie and I. I would say that itās been interesting. Lizzie goes out more often, and it seems like the house isnāt as quiet anymore. It did kind of help with the anxiety a little bit. I never really liked the silence. Just meant that I couldnāt tell where humans would be.
Now? When Gabriel is home Lizzie always tries to bother him with questions and if she could be held or picked up. She was still just a kid but I didnāt trust Gabriel. Thatās why anytime he gave us food I still checked it for poison even though some part of me doubted that he would poison us. What were the chances of that ever happening? I also will never let him hold me. Never. Not even touch me. I always just ran away, hid, or grabbed my needle as fast as I could. That didnāt mean he stopped trying or asking, though he did say he would respect my personal space. Itās just⦠how was I supposed to trust a human after hiding from them my entire life? It didnāt seem easy to just blindly trust one after all of this time. Sure, he gives us food and all of that, but that doesnāt mean Iād just put my life in his hands! Literally!Ā
Today was a snowy day. It was cold in the house, meaning that the walls were even colder. Normally I would have just borrowed some cloth, but since Gabriel knew about us I couldnāt do that. I was too afraid heād just be mad. There was no telling what he would do to me! I shuddered just at the thought. As long as itās not my sisterā¦
Lizzie couldnāt wait for Gabriel to wake up so she could go with him. She always tried to convince me to get out. To really do anything now that we were free to walk around without the fear of being noticed, but again, she didnāt know how terrifying it was to now be out in the open. How could she know? She was too young to ever go out borrowing so she didnāt know how scary it was. Though I should probably teach her sometime soon. Not today though. I felt sick all over. My head felt hot, I was coughing, my body felt weak, I could barely keep my eyes open. I havenāt been this sick in a few years.Ā
I still forced myself to go out and borrow a few things. Like at least try to get a few more āblanketsā for us. Lizzie said she would ask but I told her no. I can take care of us on my own. I donāt need help from a human. Even if it hurts just to move.Ā
Lizzie hadnāt caught on that I was sick, or at least I think she hasnāt, which was good because then she wouldāve definitely told Gabriel. The last thing I needed was for him to find out. Who knows what he might do? He might take his chance to finally kill me, or even just get rid of the both of us now that I could barely move. Not like he could do that already though.Ā
I cautiously watched as Lizzie ran over to the living room, where Gabriel was. Lizzie never seemed to be scared for some reason. What goes through her mind when sheās āplayingā with him? Gabriel too! I was surprised that he hasnāt hurt her. Not even once. The entire situation was strange to me, but as I watched from afar, I kind of found myself wanting the same attention that Lizzie had. Gabriel actually seemed happy that she came to keep him company instead of annoyed. Every story I heard with humans always ended up with us dying, but this? It was entirely new. Even if Gabriel seemed like a murderer and was so intimidating, he hadnāt done anything to hurt either of us. It was so much more different here, and I had no idea why Gabriel was different, not that I was complaining. It actually made my borrowing trips easier. He left cabinets slightly open for me, left food out in case whatever he gave us wasnāt enough, or if we didnāt like it. Everything was so much easier, but I didnāt want to entirely rely on him for help. I can take care of both of us. I have been for a while now so whatās a few more years?Ā
I gripped the hook in my hand, weakly limping over to the side of the counter. I was craving crackers for some odd reason, and there was no way in heck that I was going to ask Gabriel to get me it. No matter how sick and weak I felt. I threw my hook up onto the side of the counter, my muscles already feeling strained. I know youāre supposed to rest when youāre sick, but I couldn't. I have my sister to care for and right now my main focus is getting something to keep her warm and maybe those crackers that I was craving. She was already complaining last night that it was cold and I couldnāt do anything about it at the time.Ā
With a few tugs to make sure that it was secure, I started climbing, my muscles straining under the pressure and my head spinning a little bit. When I reached the top, I took a few seconds to catch my breath. I rested a hand over my burning forehead. Of course I had a fever. A bad one by the looks of it. My eyes didnāt even want to stay open anymore. I didnāt know how I would get back down, but Iāll figure it out when I get there.Ā
I sniffled, rubbing my eyes before walking around the counter in search of an unused piece of cloth or just something until I could find an actual blanket. I would kill for a nap right now, but maybe whenever I get back. That seemed like the safer decision. This sickness will pass eventually. I just felt absolutely horrible right now.Ā
There wasnāt much to be offered on the counter today. Except for the extremely tempting crackers that were sitting in a basket like usual. Since Gabriel was home, I had to be extra quiet, but I could already tell that the plastic would give me a hard time. Just another borrowing trip⦠itās not like you havenāt borrowed from him before. Of course I did get caught and the events that happened afterwards left me in complete shock, but that wouldnāt happen again. Hopefully. Maybe.Ā
I trudged over to the basket, struggling to pull one that was hanging off the side. I looked over to see that Gabriel was still busy entertaining my sister. I should have plenty of time to get this, right? Obviously he would know that it was me who stole it but I just had to keep thinking that he wouldnāt do anything to me. I mean, he probably does care about Lizzie more than me. Since she actually spends time with him⦠But I just canāt see how. Heās not our parent, and I couldnāt just accept the fact that heās actually helping us. There has to be some trick right? Heās just building up to gain our trust and make our lives more miserable. Well I wasnāt going to let that happen.Ā
As I started to take out some pieces, feeling selfish for not being able to find something for Lizzie but I was hungry. I didnāt bother to eat last night since I had already felt bad before this morning, but I wasnāt expecting to feel so weak and sick when I woke up. I just sighed, coughing a little bit before sitting down and still struggling to take out a piece of the peanut butter crackers I usually donāt like to eat.Ā
Suddenly I heard someone getting up, and out of my instincts, I hurried to take out a piece and hid behind the basket, clutching the cracker to my chest and having trouble breathing. My head already felt dizzy and my arms weak but I could get out of this just fine, right? I could barely keep myself on my feet for any longer but it was only a few more minutes until I could go home. I could just use my hook to.. My hook. Where was it? I glanced back at where I came from and there it was, still hanging on the side of the counter. Panic surged through me as I stepped to go and grab it, but it was already too late.Ā
A shadow loomed overhead, observing my hook and turning directly towards the crackers I was stealing. He was going to get so mad at me. I was going to die. Where was Lizzie then if he was coming over here? I hadnāt heard for a while. Did he already⦠No. He wouldnāt, right? There was no way. I winced at the thoughts, struggling to stay as quiet as possible.Ā
ā...Andrew? Is that you little guy?ā I didnāt even have enough energy to be angry at the new nickname. But I was more mortified by the fact that he already knew it was me. Of course he did. I was the only one who couldāve been climbing up here if he was with Lizzie, not that she even knew how to climb yet.Ā
I sucked in a shaky breath, almost tripping over my own two feet when I came out of my hiding spot. I had no idea what he would do if I didnāt listen. I was trembling and tried to hide it but of course I did a terrible job at that. I looked down at my hands, quickly hiding the piece of food that I stole behind my back. I closed my eyes shut and hung my head in hopes that he wouldnāt hurt me. That all he would do is take my food away. Iād just have to try and find something else to eat then, but the fear crept slowly throughout my body.Ā
āAre you okay? You look sick, kid.āĀ He asked concernedly to my surprise, not even acknowledging the fact that I was very obviously borrowing things from him. I didnāt feel okay actually. Everything in my body just felt off. I could think straight but not at the same time? I somehow felt cold and hot all over and had coughing fits every now and then. I donāt think thatās okay but there was no way Iād be admitting that.Ā
I nodded my head, getting a little light-headed from the simple movement. He quirked an eyebrow up like he didnāt believe me and sighed, leaning against the counter. I took a few shaky steps back, eyes wide and ready for whatever punishment I was about to receive, āSo youāre up here taking my food again?ā A slight smile on his face but I just jumped and held out the piece I was hiding, āI-Iāll put it b-back. Iām sorry.ā I apologized.Ā
I had expected him to say yes to putting it back, but to my shock he just shook his head, āNo, you can have the entire thing if you want.ā He started, moving the package closer to me. I flinched a little, cursing myself for showing that I was scared. Of course he already knew that though with how I reacted to him noticing that I was taking some food. Nothing would happen though, right? Heād just leave me alone now and go back to my sister, right? Just grab whatever he needed from here, and leave me the heck alone. I was practically pleading for that outcome at this point.Ā
Gabriel studied me for a bit longer, a suspicious look on his face, āAre you lying about not being sick kid?ā He asked again. Could I even lie to a person like him? If I said yes, who knows what would happen? It was hard to tell if it would be a good or bad outcome. I couldnāt tell. I sucked in a sharp breath, nearly coughing from the air hitting the back of my throat. If I said no heād just keep asking, but all Iād have to do was escape by then, right? I would feel better in a few days anyways. Maybe.Ā
Ā I shook my head, trying to calm my racing heart as he lifted himself off of his arms. I nervously started messing with my hands, trying not to show him just how terrifying he was looming over me. Everything just seemed so much more terrifying when youāre sick for some reason. I felt smaller, more insecure, vulnerable under his gaze.Ā
āYouāre a terrible liar.ā He sighed, hand slowly reaching for me. I didnāt even register that he was going to grab me before his fingers were nearly halfway wrapped around my skinny frame. I scrambled backwards, tripping over my own two hands several times while trying to grab my needle, but of course I forgot to grab it before I went borrowing. Great going me! Before I could get up and run, I was picked up in a fist. I kicked and pushed at the fingers, struggling so much and already feeling tired after just a tiny bit. I hate being sick. I was too weak to get myself out of this situation, I forgot my only weapon, and the worst part about this is that I quite literally sank into the warmth his hand provided. I mean, this was just because I was sick, right? I wouldnāt have done this if I were in my right mind. No way. I wouldāve fought back and climbed back down to the safety of my cold⦠lonely home.Ā
I pushed and kicked as much as I could, trying my hardest not to stay comfy even though my eyes felt so heavy and my body was warmed up within seconds, āLet me go!ā Tears started forming in my eyes, trying not to think about what could happen to me. Before I could kick away his fingers one last time, his thumb gently, yet firmly, was placed over my face. Thatās all it took. Just one simple movement. I could be dead right now. I started crying softly, barely hearing the words that came out of his mouth, āCalm down little guy. Youāre gonna make yourself even more sick.ā And I obeyed. He practically already threatened me, and itās not like I could speak either. I hated the new nickname, I hated being this helpless, and I hated just how much I wanted him to keep me in his hands so I could be warm. No! Thatās so stupid. Why would I want that? Itās just the sickness talkingā¦Ā
Soon enough we were moving, his thumb moved away from my face as I stared up at him with wide eyes, red and puffy from the tears that were still falling. I tried to wipe them away as much as I could until I felt myself being moved. I was no longer in a fist and I wasnāt moving anymore. I staggered backwards as much as I could before hitting his fingers and flinching, covering my head with my arms, āI-Iām s-s-sorry.ā My voice barely came out as a whisper, and I doubt Gabriel even heard it.Ā
āKid, I'm just trying to help you feel better. Here.ā He handed me one of the crackers I was going to eat. I looked up, feeling a little too weak after all of that adrenaline to even move. It felt like my head was throbbing and my muscles screamed to stop moving. And honestly, after all of this, I wasnāt even hungry anymore despite the fact that I havenāt eaten for some time. I shook my head, getting light headed once again. Everything in my body begged me to just lay down and close my eyes, but there was no way that I would be doing that. Iām not trusting him even for one bit. Lizzie might- Wait. Lizzie?Ā
My eyes searched frantically for her, the extra adrenaline making it possible to move my limbs again as I looked over his hand, spotting her lying underneath a piece of cloth and asleep. She⦠fell asleep? Around him? Did she really trust him that much? Well, I guess it made sense. Sheās spent more time with him than I have, but I still think that all of this is just a trick⦠Oh who am I kidding? Heās genuinely a nice person. Iām so sick and tired of always being on edge and barely being able to stay alive. Iām tired of struggling just to get basic living needs. Gabriel was offering all of that and so much more and I canāt just accept the fact that heās just trying to help, no matter how afraid I was, I think I would just have to trust him in this. That none of this was a trick and that heās genuinely trying to help us stay alive.Ā
āYou have to eat something. Youāre not going to get better otherwise.ā He gestured to the food again. I shook my head again, wincing and holding my head from the throbbing pain. I nearly fell over hadnāt his fingers been there to support me. His eyes softened, slowly bringing me closer to him, but at this point I could care less. I felt so much worse than before even climbing up onto the countertop. To know all of this would happen in just one week. Getting found, then getting sick and being forced to be taken care of by a human. I didnāt even have enough energy to care anymore.Ā
āOkay, Iāll be right back, stay there.ā He ordered before tilting his hand slowly onto the couch. I let out a yelp of surprise before hitting the cushiony surface right next to Lizzie. Stay here? Where was he going? Was he going to leave me alone? Just abandon me? I couldnāt stop the tears that formed. What did I care if he left me? I would be just fine on my own⦠Right? I could barely even move my limbs anymore from thinking I could just go borrow with barely any problems. Turns out all I ended up facing were problems. I didnāt want to be left alone either.
I turned back to my sister, wiping away the loose tears as I heard Gabriel coming back. For some odd reason I was actually happy that he came back, though I couldnāt help but struggle to move myself backwards. He just stared at me a little shocked, āI had really expected you to try and escape.ā He sighed, slowly sitting back down and moving something in his hands. It looked to be some sort of cloth, though what could he need it for?Ā
āWell here, if youāre not going to eat then you could get some rest. Iām sure you're exhausted if you can barely even hold yourself up.ā He dumped the cloth in front of me. For⦠me? I cautiously reached out, pulling the soft piece towards me. So warm⦠I snuggled close, but didnāt lay down. I could stay up⦠I didnāt need sleep. I needed to go home and rest. Even if it wouldĀ be so much colder there than staying out here.Ā
Gabriel sighed, his hands covering his face like he was frustrated with me, āIf you needed help why not come to me?ā I scrambled backwards, pulling the cloth over my entire body. Was he mad at me for it? Was he going to hurt me because I didnāt ask for help? My chest tightened at the thoughts, closing my eyes shut as I waited to be lifted off from the ground in one sweep, but when it didnāt come I sheepishly peeked my head out.Ā
āI didnāt mean to sound so angry, I promise Iām not,ā He started, sighing, āListen, youāre what? Thirteen, fourteen? Youāre just a kid. You should be having fun and playing with your little sister. Not struggling to survive and get food everyday.ā His eyes softened, turning towards me. I bit the bottom of my lip. But how else was I supposed to live? My sister and I wouldāve died countless times had I not been the one struggling. Heck, there were even times when I thought I wouldnāt make it. Getting caught in a spider web, nearly getting trapped in a rat trap, tangled on my rope. I had to grow up if I was going to live. Itās not like I wanted to.Ā
āI-I had to if I was going to live. I d-didnāt want to die.ā I looked down, hoping that he would get it. I wonder what life wouldāve been like if our parents hadnāt died. They wouldāve taught me so many more things before I was so abruptly forced to go borrowing. I couldāve still been a kid, maybe just barely moving out, but at least Iād know what I was doing! Iām terrible at borrowing!Ā
Gabriel nodded his head, āThatās understandable,ā He turned his head and smiled down at me, āNow just get some rest. Iāll take care of you and your sister, donāt worry about it.ā I nodded my head, wrapping the blanket even more around me as I coughed, groaning from how scratchy my throat felt. I forced myself to lay down, wincing from the simple movements.Ā
I really didnāt have any other choice. I was too tired to stay awake, too weak to move, too sick to do anything but hope that I was trusting the right person. He would take care of us. I wouldnāt have to fight for survival anymore. I could actually be happy again. That was all I could really ask for.Ā
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I had a lot of fun writing this and Iām hoping to get back to writing my main stories soon! Since I will be having a break soon and can finally edit all the things Iāve written-
I have no idea if Iāll be doing a part 3, but if you want one please let me know!
Thank you for the ask anon!
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