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why respect gender when my potions can do anything you can

Lup starts her potion regimen when she’s a little over thirty. An elf is mature physically and mentally at thirty-nine years - culturally at one hundred and seventeen, but “elf culture” has never been Lup and Taako’s jam - but unlike tattoos, humans will sell you gender juice when you’re under the ol’ Little Three, since it really only works on people who need it. Lup has - for once in her life - actually done research on the magical theory instead of just scribing the spell and getting done with it, and she knows that Calmasis’ corporeal comfort is one of the easiest bio-transmutations to cast, since it alone makes a thing more like itself instead of less. There’s probably metaphysical bullshit that can be derived from the concept, but Lup is far more concerned with the fact that it makes gender juice - the kind you take monthly, at least - the cheapest potion in the shop.

It’s possible to do a little wandwork and fine-tune it, but for the first couple of years taking it, she just downs it straight, watching her shoulders pull in and hips pull out, jaw smooth and hands and feet reshuffle. Her junk does absolutely wackshit stuff when it flips over, which creates the only boundary she and Taako will have in their life, which is “Lup please for the love of the Celestial LORDS don’t put me in the same ROOM as this that is GROTESQUE and not in a fun way.” (His loss, she thinks; this is DEFINITELY the fun kind of grotesque.) The continuing course of elf puberty is a challenge regardless of what your endocrine system is doing, but gender juice does kick it back onto the right track; her voice smooths out and breasts come in. There’s no period to deal with - with a potion that only lasts a month, having it create a uterus would be profoundly irresponsible - but Lup isn’t sure whether the physical pain would hurt more or less than the little nagging reminder caused by its absence.

Slowly, though, Lup starts to experiment. Let’s be honest, some of it is for jerkin’-it purposes - not that it’s any worse with the ol’ bag of holding, but come on, if dick stuff is an available option you can’t expect a horny young elf to not try it, gods. But some of it is also because she’s still not sure, entirely, if this bodily look is entirely right for her. It’s different from disguise self, she tells Taako, because Lords know they’ve both used that often enough, for purposes both cosmetic and not-wholly-farious. It’s a physical change, you can feel what’s going on, not some glamer layered over the body - and sure, it feels not just right but incredibly, fundamentally right, but - what else, she asks, would feel right?

Lup is tall, that’s for certain, and growing taller as she heads towards Little Three, but she changes, month to month. She mixes up broad shoulders, rounded shoulders, narrow hips, wide hips, breasts or not, any number of looks for hands and feet and jaw, and while there’s some combos that she eventually figures out are aesthetically better, and some combos that get her consistently misgendered and which she only uses when she feels like starting fights, only Original Flavor Lup is a form that feels jarringly, hair-pullingly wrong. Sometimes she lets her voice change, but sometimes she doesn’t - “you have a nice tenor”, someone says once, and Lup bristles because it’s a reminder, again, that she has to take a potion to be herself, but later on she thinks, Yeah, I do have a pretty nice tenor. Sometimes she sets dick to no, sometimes to yes; weirdly enough, this is the part that eventually matters least to her. Nobody sees her junk, most of the time - Lup has never been a “public changing spaces” person even disregarding the gender stuff, and when boning enters the equation, she’s always at a point where this has already been delineated to a frankly excessive extent.

There’s one stretch, though, pretty soon after Little Three, where Lup can’t find gender juice at all - towns that don’t even have that basic an alchemical supplier - and so, without talking about it, she and Taako hit the road towards the Tondi clans, some of the best bio-transmuters on the continent. Those months, while Lup learns magic with the kreen and the twins apply their wits to hustling people whose body language is wholly alien, Lup doesn’t shift her outward form at all - she just changes her smell, since the kreen think all mammals look alike anyways. It was annoying at first, being called draj no matter how elf-feminine she looked, but the kreen were always quick to apologize, and, when she started presenting gender through scent instead of shape, had no problems whatsoever. Far more annoying was how Taako started calling her Lu·, or in extreme cases Lu········, making a popping noise to mimic the way the lipless mantis-folk pronounced her name.

She scribes the spell decisively during a hot double-summer day, really nothing more than marginalia in the jumble of papers that serves as her spellbook. The magic’s not powerful by any means, though the specificity makes it hard to grasp - but oh, when she does grasp it, it’s as exhilarating as her first burning hands spell. Not wasting money on gender juice is liberating, but even more so is the feeling of complete control over her body. She burns all her spell slots on it the next day, and, after she makes it clear that he’s not going to have to see that nasty thing, Taako joins her in making some truly beautiful monstrosities of gender performance, and her chakaklik produces some appropriately horrified clicking sounds before complimenting her on her arcane mastery. Ker shakes her hands with all four of ker purple claws, saying, “I wish you the thery ·est othe luck, dras. Mmolting is nether easy, es·ecially when you don’t do it yearly. Mmay your chitin sothten quickly.” Lup, upon reflection, really likes the concept that this constitutes a “molt”.

By the time she and Taako get into the IPRE, some ninety years later, Lup’s body is, within a few strict parameters, her plaything. (It’s part of the nature of an elf’s life to gloss over such long spans of time - Barry tells Lup at one point that it’s so weird for him that Magnus barely remembers fantasy VHS tapes, and Lup says, quite innocently, that it’s never been weird for her that Barry doesn’t remember when all you had was minor illusion and the caster’s memory, which makes Barry stare into space for a while.) She and Taako are, undoubtedly, the two coolest kids in flight school, he putting on a new glamer every week and her body flowing into new shapes like the cycle of the moon.

The Stolen Century is … an adjustment. For the first time in her life, she really, really needs to save her spell slots - she’s done adventuring work before, but she usually had enough slots left over to get her gender right. Now, she uses the bare minimum to keep her looking feminine, and, sometimes, not even that. She still changes on a monthly basis, but she keeps it more restrained. It’s exhausting, too, to have to keep resetting it - she was sporting a more gender-weird look when she first left her home, and after that stanky world on Cycle 11 where people took issue with the fact that she said she was a woman, she becomes cautious about her form. She and Lucretia have a long talk about that with a lot of sociology books on the table, and while intellectually she knows what’s up, it still fucks her up that that mindset exists.

It’s not all stonk-ass, though; Barry admits, once he finally takes her fucking hints and feels comfortable whispering sweet nothings in her ear, to puzzlement at how good she is at shapechanging magic. Barry says he’s tried it, as he’s sure everyone has at one point or another, and he could never do what she does - to consistently display “Barry” through all the sick-ass transmutations the way she consistently displays “Lup”. This makes Lup flick her ears back and forth excitedly for the rest of the conversation (at least until they swerve onto the fact that he’s been using transmutation to cover up the ex’s face he has tattooed on his left pec, and start cracking up).

And then there’s cycle 99, and falling off the grid, and the whole decade of her body being a fucking umbrella. Lup learned pretty soon that her lich form could theoretically look like whatever she wants it to, as long as it’s appropriately spooky, but being bodiless has always given her the same nagging dread of being slightly out of control of her shape, and the umbrella years, already bad enough, are that tiny bit shittier because of it. You’re all caught up now, we know that much - Lup comes back and it looks sick as hell, they build a godsdamn barricade against despair, and, months later, she gets her body back. She’s Original Flavor Lup when she bursts out of the cocoon, but she unleashes a transmutational fireworks display on the level of her evocation in the BoB dome, and in Barry’s opinion, being smooched by a blur of shifting flesh has never looked hotter.

When Carey and Killian ask Lup to teach Calmasis’ corporeal comfort to their daughter Susan, fresh-faced and nervous, Lup of course accepts. Susan figures out that “a body you’re comfortable with” could conceivably be anything a lot quicker than Lup did. Lup never does end up taking a permanent potion; Lup and Susan’s is not an uncommon experience by any means, but Lup thinks about it a lot more now that she has, for want of a better word, a protégé. Cycle 11 never invented bio-transmutation, and Lup is pretty glad that her society, and Faerûn’s for that matter, did.


SO THIS GOT WILDLY OUT OF HAND but I really do think that Lup (and any trans person from magic land, to be honest) would have a really interesting relationship with her body and I stayed up way too late writing about it.

“Little Three” refers to three years of the IPRE homeworld’s secondary sun, Little Brother, a brown dwarf that orbits their primary sun, Big Brother, a little further away than Jupiter does from Sol. CIRCUMBINARY TIMEKEEPING IS EXHAUSTING KIDS. The “ex’s face tattoo” thing is a Tom Arnold thing which I am extremely disappointed that nobody incorporates into fanart (and yes, I believe that Barry also has the symbol of fantasy Judaism tattooed on his right pec).

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Pedido: Oii Queria um do Louis em que ele sente vergonha dela por ela ser babá. Aí ele se distancia dela e um dia ela se irrita e pergunta o porquê dele estar assim. Final feliz 😊

Não estou com ânimo para escrever, estou sem criatividade. Então se estiver uma bosta pior que o esgoto me perdoem. Não queria deixar aquela coisa bem clichê então fiz um pouco diferente. Espero que gostem, não esqueçam de me falar oque acharam POR DEUS FALA 3 VEZES O QUE ACHOU, SÉRIO TÁ FEIA A SITUAÇÃO.

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Bebia um pouco de cerveja para não pensar nela, mas tudo que eu faça penso nela. Lembro dela.

Não estava bêbado calma, era minha 1 cerveja e como não queria ficar mais soltinho, coloquei a mesma na geladeira e fui até a porta, pegando minhas chaves.

Iria a casa dela buscar ela, os meninos iriam para minha casa. Depois de 2 meses sem ter visto eles.

Ela já teria chegado em casa, Eu acho.

Bom ela é babá sua vizinha já teria chego em sua casa para levar aqueles pestinhas, que ela chama de criança. Lembrei dela na roupa social, nossa ela estava muito gostosa.

Ela poderia ser secretaria, talvez a minha.

Mas ela prefere vomito e bosta de criança.

Cada um sabe o que faz da vida. Mas e que ela e minha namorada, ela precisa ser valorizada por tudo e todos.

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Chegando em sua casa abri a porta com a chave que a mesma tinha me dado.

Escutei passos no 2° andar, andando até seu quarto sua voz era ouvida.

Ela cantava Sorry da Beyoncé, sua voz estava baixa e rouca, o que a deixava mais interessante.

Abri a porta do quarto lentamente, queria aproveitar aquele som.

A abracei por trás, escutando um grito sair de Seus lábios rosados e carnudos.

A beijei com desejo, mesmo sendo um beijo rápido, eu sentia amor.

- ainda bem que não passei batom. - falou enquanto eu beijava seu pescoço.

Ela me deitou na cama e subiu em cima de mim.

Ela estava de roupão azul, e com o cabelo feito, ele já iria se desmanchar quando colocasse meus dedos nos mesmos.

Me beijando novamente com mais precisão, sua mão descia para minha calça jeans, sua mão me tocava.

Ela era Boa em tudo que fazia, não só sexualmente falando.

Tirou o roupão, sorriu pra mim é tirou minha camisa.

Ela estava mais gostosa que o normal.

Não sabia o que fazer ela fazia tudo por mim, geralmente e ao contrário, mas agora ela estava nua em cima de mim e com muito tesão.

Seus peitos “batem” na minha cara quando ela se ajeita em meu colo.

Peguei em seus seios apertando os mesmos.

Aquilo era muito bom, escutar seus gemidos, ela rebolava em meu colo.

Beijei sua boca e tentei tirar minha calça. Ela entendendo tirou pra mim, com muita facilidade.

Estava tirando minha cueca, peguei uma camisinha no criado mudo dela.

Seu sorriso safado me deixava mais duro, tirou a cueca pra mim.

Pegou a camisinha da minha mão com pressa é garagalhou com minha reação.

Colocou a camisinha em meu membro descendo devagar.

Sentou em mim devagar dando reboladas gostosas.

Descia e subia em cima de mim, aquilo tudo era otimo, a sensação principalmente, mas a visão de seus peitos em minha cara era a melhor.

Á puxei e a coloquei em baixo de mim, ela entrelaçou suas pernas em meu quadril me puxando para ambos sentirmos mais prazer.

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Ela já estava terminando a maquiagem e tentando arrumar o cabelo.

Soltou o mesmo e o bagunçou. Ela se olhava no espelho com adoração, ela estava maravilhosa mesmo com pouca maquiagem e roupa simples.

Sai de minha casa era 17:20 e já está quase na hora.

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- Louis fala comigo que Droga já e a terceira vez que pergunto a merda que esta acontecendo com você. - falou passando as mãos em seus cabelos.

Estava quase explodindo de raiva que saco será que ela não percebe que eu não quero falar?

- Louis por favor. - falou se aproximando. - oque? OLHA QUEM É VOCÊ, (S/N) VOCÊ E BABÁ EU MEREÇO MAIS, ALGUÉM MELHOR. - minha garganta começou a doer, sabia que me arrependeria depois, mas agora estava com raiva.

- me desculpa eu não queria(s/n).

Ela balançou a cabeça em um sinal de negação, e foi para cozinha terminar de arrumar as coisas.

(S/N) estava arrumando as comidas que eram mais besteiras mesmo, e as bebidas.

Depois de terminar há vi subindo as escadas.

Ela Nao iria ficar comigo acho que ainda estava furiosa comigo depois da discussão.

Sabia que estava errado que tudo aquilo foi um grande erro.

Sabia que se não falar com ela vou me ferrar até porque 90% da culpa é minha.

Ter vergonha dela só por que a mesma e babá? Isso é idiotice demais.

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Meninos já estavam aqui.

Conversa vai, conversa vem.

Estávamos vendo jogo liam fica toda hora frustrado.

Mas Não parava de pensar em tudo que falei a ela, sabia que nada se resolve na gritaria. Mas estava cansado e com raiva.

- Hey pessoal vou ver minha garota já volto. - estava subindo as escadas quando escuto Niall falar algo.

- Louis fala que eu mandei um oi pra ela. - seu rosto estava vermelho gargalhei com aquilo e falei um “ pode deixar.”

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- Eu sei que sou um idiota, mas eu amo você, Se lembra que você ficou comigo quando minha mãe morreu! Você ficou comigo no show, quando o médico achava que eu estava com começo de depressão, quando fiquei gripado, Amor você sempre esteve lá. E eu te amo cada dia mais por isso, te amo cada dia que passo ao seu lado, não vou deixar de te amar por nada e ninguém.- andei em sua direção a abraçando. - me perdoa amor, me perdoa.

- Eu te amo muito. - me beijou me abraçando mais. Fiquei uns segundos abraçado a ela.

- aah lembrei o Niall mandou um oi bem tímido pra você amor. - falei a mesma abriu um sorriso enorme em seus lábios.

- o irlandês está ai! Meu Deus vamos querido, não espera tenho que passar batom. - ri de seu desespero ao ouvir falar de um de seus melhores amigos.

Confesso que na maioria das vezes brigamos pelo meu ciúmes, já que ela e Niall são bem próximos.

Descemos juntos, a mesma correu patá abraçar o Niall ou Nini como ela o chama

- vem amor senta aqui. - a chamei e sei dei um beijo em seu lábios. - susurrou um Eu te amo em seu ouvido.

- me dá um beijo bem gostoso. - falou beijando meu pescoço.

Á beijei, uma de suas mãos estavam em minha nuca e a outra em minha coxa, sábia o que ela queria, mas agora não.

- Não querida agora não, mas tarde você faz oque quiser comigo. - falei beijando seus dedos.

- Eu te amo Lou muito. -deitou no meu ombro e acenou para Harry que nos observava com um sorriso de adoração.

- Eu te amo mmais querida. - passei minhas maos em seu cabelos ondulados.

Á abracei de lado a puxando mais pra mim.

Todo casal briga, mas todos tem que tentar ao máximo passar o orgulho e colocar o amor em 1° Lugar, ninguém e para sempre e não sabemos o dia de amanhã.

Fim.

Keh/

Me falem oque acharam, Por favor.

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After running like hell from Ishimaru, Disci glanced around frantically before bolting to detention hall and locking himself in, curling up in the corner farthest from the door as he shakily pulled out his phone.

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