Sequelae in a Trenchcoat

“You see a man with one arm with flaming hair, with piercing eyes. With a beard that has not been shaved in some time but in a way that’s cool rather than gross. He is wearing a leather jacket—but not like the kind of like, “Oh, I do motorcycles.” Like a cool one Like a tasteful one. In his remaining hand, he’s holding a flaming sword. His demon eyes… So he’s doing the thing where his head’s down, but his eyes look up.”

Bonus of just nick full wings out no flames no elevator doors under the cut!! 

Reposting these tags with consent from the person that wrote them. The post about the Sex Offenders Registry is locked, but these tags are too important to go unnoticed.

When you hear people throwing around the talking point of “well there’s a high rate of sex offenders in the trans/queer community”, this has to do with why.

Being on the sex offender registry isn’t inherently equivalent to whatever horrific sex crime you’re meant to think of when it’s mentioned. It evokes imagery of pedophilia and rape, but there is a lot that can get you put on it and not a lot you can do to be taken off of it.

Public crossdressing used to be able to get you put on the sex offender registry (and by used to I mean as recently as 2011).

Public urination (you know, the literal only option for someone who’s homeless and doesn’t have access to public bathrooms, a venn diagram where trans people are more likely to rest in the meeting zone) can get you put on the sex offender registry.

Sex work is pretty much an automatic way to end up on the sex offender registry if you’re caught. (This is especially weaponized against black trans women who do sex work)

“Deviant Sexual Intercourse” (aka literally any sexual activity aside from penis-in-vagina penetration) could get you on the sex offender registry as recently as the early 2000s. That effectively impacts the entire queer community in one way or another.

The sex offender registry is, first and foremost, useless. It tells you nothing about what someone did. It’s mentioned to quickly associate a person or a group of people with the worst possible crimes imaginable.

finally my beer can look as good as i do

But on the other it would be so funny if he was like, maybe its early into his arrival so he's doing better but he's still kinda brain fried from all the malnutritions

And so the Eridians are arguing about something infront of the clear-xenonite wall of his medical inclosure/room, and he's lost all since of shame and social etiquette, the brain fog is strong with this one. He's just trying to practice his Eridian by following along to a Level 10 Fast-Passed Angry Eridian Conversation, hes processing words, not context.

But he's like standing AT the floor to ceiling window, just watching them in the dim light shining through from his room, cause they're blind right, they can't see him, and clearly they can't or they'd like, move right???

And it takes the Eridians probably an embarassed amount of time to realize, no the Human isn't just standing by the wall coincidentally, its "front" is towards them, its "head" is tilted down so its light-receptors are directly trained on them.

Its definitely watching them through the wall some how. It has been for a while.

And there's just this moment where they go quit and still like "when he looks at me, and I look at him, and he looks at me, and look at hiiiim"

And then Ryland remembers "Wait, fudge, the CAN see me they're just my kind of blind!!"

And then they're all scrambling away from the glass wall like cats from a cucumbers.

Bonus if Adrian was one of those Eridians. They and Grace vow to never tell Rocky. Rocky finds out anyway, and the day they're giving Grace a tour of his new house, Rocky taps at one of the windows like,