Non Binary Character - Tumblr Posts

OBJECT RONPA!!! - Coming soon…

((Im still thinking of the name for the Sub title name))

PLOT:

11 OBJECTS…

ONE EMPTY WORLD…

ONE GAME…

ONE ADVENTURE…

TO SAVE US ALL…

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CAST SO FAR…

1 - Red Boxing glove - Ultimate Coach - Male (He/him)

2 - Chess piece - Ultimate Author - Male (Any pronouns)

3 - Pizza - Ultimate Taste tester - Male (He/him)

4 - Coffee mug - Ultimate private investigator - Male (He/him)

5 - Hot chocolate mug - Ultimate Snowboarder//Blogger - Female (She/her)

6 - Non binary flag - Ultimate Mystery - Non binary (They/Them)

7 - Ham burger - Ultimate Chef - Male (He/they)

8 - Purple Dot - Ultimate Note taker - Non binary - (They/them)

Object OC - “Purple Dot” #1

Real name - (Cencered)

Nickname - Purple dot

Gender - Non binary

Pronouns - They/Them

Object Type - Round dot with arms and legs

Personality:

A Intelligent type of person who sometimes has a hard time making friends, They are also an expert on many thing due to the notes they have taken over the years.

ULTIMATE - NOTE TAKER

((This is the protagonist from my Object show Ronpa Fangan coming out soon…))

((Please repost))

Here is my Tav. Their name is Tavlyn and they are a non-binary Mephistopheles tiefling, draconic bloodline sorcerer. I’m still working on what their backstory fully is but from the game option they are sage.

“Thank you,” I manage. It is the first thing that comes to mind that is simple enough to get out without making a fool of myself. More than I already have anyway.

Jun just keeps staring at me with a look I cannot distinguish. Like they are searching me while feeling a million things too, the air between us seems to grow tense with that energy and so I feel the need to fill the growing silence.

“I-,” my voice falters, “I’m sorry.”

I am sorry. I repeat these words in my mind. Thank you, I am sorry. Again and again. I am sorry. Thank you. And I wonder if these two phrases find their place of rest in my mouth so easily and feel so natural on my lips because they are the most often used phrases of my vocabulary or because they are the only phrases that I know that can say everything that I need and more in less than 3 words.

Jun shakes their head.

“No, don't thank me,” a crease appears in their forehead. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong. What happened?”

I find myself shaking my head now. The pressure on my chest seems to return and I take a deep breath trying to stay calm.

Then their hand is on mine. Sliding over the surface of the counter till its weight is a welcome one over my fingers and I glance over at our two hands. Their’s, pale and light, mine, clammy and heavy. Always heavy. Every part of my carrying a wordless weight.

“Adam…” I drag my gaze over to them.

“It’s nothing,” I manage.

They look at me with a million things words cannot hold.

“Nothing.” They repeat.

“Nothing.” I try replying more convincingly wondering how they'll buy it if even I can't.

“You're telling me you missed your scheduled flight home, disappeared in a foreign country, sent everyone on a wild goose chase looking for you, had Evelyn basically threaten war on France to sit on an abandoned kitchen’s flooded floor and have a panic attack-- for nothing?”

I swallow hard, shying away from the accusation and irritation in their voice. It didn’t sound too convincing to me either I had to admit.

“Evelyn did what…?”

Jun lets out a sigh and pitches the bridge of their nose with their free hand and their glasses lift up a little.

I feel a small pang in my chest and look back over at our hands and cautiously turn my hand over and run my thumb over their fingers so our hands are now palm to palm.

When I look back at Jun they are looking at me as they let out a small breath.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat. It's instinctive. But not. Because I mean it. So much more than I’ve meant it before.

“I don’t need you to be sorry,” they beseech, “Adam just tell me what happened,”

“It’s nothing,” I say again but continue before they can interject.

“I swear.” I swallow hard. “I just wasn't ready to go home yet.”

The grip on my hand tightens a little. I can feel all the things we never talked about filling the spaces between my words and the pauses in our conversation.

I do not look away this time but instead look into their eyes. I find myself almost hoping they can read all the things I can never say simply by looking at me. I try to answer all the unspoken questions and I can tell they are trying to read them all. But we are only human. Only two mismatched people in a flooded kitchen in France. Only a boy servant and a foreign ambassador trying to understanding things words will not allow. Like a language barrier that we are trying to overcome but life does not mean us to.

Jun chews on their lip tensely and thoughtfully before finally speaking.

“I know I didn’t ask you a lot about...everything. I don’t know if that was the right move, or not,” their fingers run slow circles over the back of my hand.

“And I know there are a lot of things you can't say,” They shake their head.

“A lot of things you won’t say. I can only try to understand though I never really will. I know two weeks of conversations over tea in the middle of the night really isn't enough to get to know someone, or their life, or what they're going through,” They shift their weight.

“But Adam, I can’t help you unless you tell me something constructive. Tell me something. Anything. It will be confidential. I can get you help. I can talk to someone in human rights. The U.N., I can see if I can get you asylum somewhere.”

It is me shaking my head now retracting my hand. No. What don't they understand? This is what I didn't want. No. They can't dangle this in front of me. This possibility of the impossible.

“You have to talk to me. Adam, look at me.”

“No.” I am pressing my back into the edge of the counter behind me till it is digging into my spine.

“No. No. NO. I can't. I- I just can’t. You can’t promise me those things. They won't let me go. They'll find some technicality. Some loophole. They find out. They always do.”

I think of everything Evelyn is capable of. All the said and unsaid threats. All the things she’s done and is yet to do.

“I can’t. No, I--”

“Adam--”

“NO! Okay? No.”

“Adam, anything. Please. Let me help you.”

--Excerpt from A Woman’s World Chapter: Leaving France--

“Hey,” they look at me trying to draw my attention and I try, I really do, try and focus.

“Hey, you're going to be okay,” they lean in another inch and their voice is soft and I try and focus on that.

“You can do this,” they are only an inch or two away and I can feel the warmth of their breath as they whisper these words and I try to focus on that.

“Adam, look at me,” and I do, “when you're there,” I take an unsteady breath at the mere mention of some moment beyond this one. But their gaze is beseeching as they look up at me and I try to focus on that.

“Hey, no, listen, when you're there I want you to try and imagine a moment. A happy moment. Maybe something from your childhood. Maybe something from a good time with a friend. Maybe a summer walk. Maybe imagine being in the kitchen, preferably not flooding,” they smile meekly, “in the middle of the night. Imagine you and me with a cup of tea. And go to that place when you need to escape. To go somewhere else for a bit. Okay?” I nod. Only slightly. Because they are so close I can feel every word as much as I can hear it and I do not trust myself to speak.

“A happy place yeah? Where you felt good and safe and okay...” there gaze trails from my eyes down the rest of my face and up again and I focus on that.

“A happy moment, maybe even this one…” the hand behind my neck is guiding my head down and their lips are on mine. Soft and warm and we share a breath and it is as though they are reminding me to breathe. And even though I am nervous now it is a good nervous and when they pull back and look at me I am focused on that.

“Are you okay…” they ask slowly, warily.

“Yes,” I breath.

“Remember, you can always call me. It’ll be tricky but we’ll work it out. Okay? You ready?”

I don't know what to say. How to say I will never be ready. That I was not ready for any of this. I know I cannot stay here forever but just another moment. Another minute. Another millisecond.

Their hand is still on my neck and I find my hand trailing up theirs, resting on their upper arm

“Maybe,” I feel their warmth seeping out of their jacket and pay more attention this time. A happy moment, try to mentally photograph it, memorize every detail.

“Maybe just another one for the road,” I whisper.

Leaving France ~ Excerpt from A Woman’s World. 

They are a little breathless as they speak.

“Please, don't leave like this.”

Rage simmers in a pot of tears in my lungs.

“Stop!” I mean it to come out commanding but instead, my voice cracks and it comes out a rasp.

They've paused a few feet away from me.

“Stop. okay? Just...do me a favour. Pretend like this never happened. Not tonight, not last night or the night before. You’ll go home and keep living your life the way you did before you came here. And I’ll go home too.” I swallow hard.

“I’ll go home and live my life the way I did before I came here.” I try and fight tears to speak clearly.

“A-and we’ll both keep living as though we never met someone in a kitchen in Paris and--” I'm falling apart at the seams.

“You know we can't do that,” Jun rasps and takes a few small steps forward.

“We both know that can’t happen. I-I can’t go home and forget. Adam--”

“Stop,” I angrily wipe my eyes.

“You don't get to say that.” the tears are spilling out all over again. It seems like I never run out of them.

“You don't get to tell me that you can’t help me and that I have to go back home to them and then that you can’t forget me, you-you-- JUST CAN’T!” I'm sobbing now.

Another few small steps forward as they speak their voice softens a little.

“I never said I couldn't help you, Adam. I just can't help all of them. I can’t. It's not possible, you have to try and understand that. And--and try and understand that I don't know any one of them. But--Adam I know you. And God damn me for saying this but I’d choose you. I’d choose you over all of them. Those hundred men. Overall those women and their political titles. I’d choose you over all of them.”

This only makes me cry harder and yet Jun continues until they're there in front of me, hand brushing the tears away.

“Let me help you.”

Leaving France ~ Excerpt From A Woman’s World

Think ima try this for the month of October. Feel free to do this with me if you want :)

Pls tag me if you do tho I wanna see

Quick doodle of Koa (they/them)

Our flag means death!!

I’m a simple woman, I see the tag “gay pirates” and “it’s actually cannon” like three times in a row and immediately I wonder “what the hell” and “why I don’t know what they’re talking about it”.

Alex Roth’s outfits

just something I did for this character, just random outfits, don’t mind me.

"The Rabbit Alice" (ft. Alex Roth)

Feast your eyes Freaks. have Alex Roth in a bunny suit because I felt like it.