#But please don’t speak over transfems

[thedogh0use]

Okay second ramble of the day.

TLDR: casual transmisogyny is a growing, unaddressed issue in our community.

I feel like transmisogyny needs to be spoken about more in the radqueer community, as a transfem myself.

Why do I say this?

Recently, there’s been a rise in radqueer activism, which is GREAT. I am all for that. I think it’s fantastic that so many people are in a position to speak openly IRL about radqueer topics.

But as a transfem… this is dangerous for me and I cannot participate. In my DMs recently on another platform, a fellow (TME) RQ tried to guilt trip me about hiding my transage identity and other RQ identities IRL. They weren’t trying to be malicious, but I think it stems from the fact that for us transfems… we’re always overlooked.

The amount of anti-transfem rhetoric that falls back on using ageweird folks as a scapegoat is alarming. Before I even realized I was RQ, I’d see posts online about how all transfems are “evil 🗺️s in disguise���, and mocking transfems by saying things like “well I guess now I can call myself transage just to date a kid, since a trans woman can call herself trans just to get into the women’s room”… and if I were to be open as a transfem who’s ALSO a transage (OtY) person, that could be genuinely physically dangerous for me based on this vile propaganda and where I live.

I know that steps need to be taken to fight back, but I can’t. This isn’t me denying my own strength, this is me saying it is physically, mentally, and financially UNSAFE for me to be open and fight “on the frontlines”, so to speak. I’m the kind of person people mean when they say “we need to fight for those who can’t fight for themselves”.

I’m also appalled by the amount of RQ folks who throw around slurs they shouldn’t be saying without even realizing it. It’s not malicious, again, it’s simply because transfems get so overlooked. For example, this slur isn’t explicitly for us transfems, but I’m also intersex and it IS an intersex slur— hermaphrodite/“herm”. That is a slur. I have mixed opinions on the Japanese equivalent (“futa”/futanari), and I’m personally Chinese not Japanese, so I won’t be speaking on that.

Not to mention, i feel like us transfems always wind up being a scapegoat, or used as a “gotcha!” And then pushed to the side again instead of being consistently uplifted. People constantly compared the hatred of other transIDs to the hatred of transfems and compare antis to TERFs, which I agree with mostly. TERF rhetoric and the words of other types of exclus always wind up aligning, in my opinion.

My issue is that people feel comfortable mentioning my identity as a way to combat exclus and antis, but after that? Nothing.

[trendywaifus]

WEEK THREE

↳ double trouble

two masters competing and arguing at each other as they fuck you.

transfem! jingliu & skirk x fem! reader

cw: overstimulation, pwp, double penetration, unprotected sex, mind dumbfication, slight blowjob, slight handjob, creampie, size kink

“ who are you to make an assumption about the way i carry myself, blade fodder? “ jingliu growls through gritted teeth, firmly gripping your hair while your lips are wrapped around her cock, sucking her off. skirk rolls her eyes, calmly crossing her arms as your free hand strokes her. “ blade fodder? how laughable. and why so quick to anger? it was merely just an assumption. but, purposely handicapping yourself while waving your sword around seems rather foolish, don’t you think? “ she speaks with a mocking tone, “ hiding behind a mere veil is weak. regardless of whatever trauma you’ve faced in the past, trying to actively avoid it by walking forward blindly is for cowards. “

jingliu spits, “ i should kill you where you stand for that, you—“

“ and hurt the girl in the process? you wouldn’t to do that, no? besides, we agreed on a bet. we’ll fuck her and have her decide who’s better at giving her pleasure. whoever she feel satisfied her the best, is simply better. “ skirk reasons, casting the taller woman a small smirk. jingliu huffs in annoyance, trying her best to not react as your warm tongue brushes against a vein.

jingliu lightly pulls you away and lets go of your hair. “ on your feet, dear. “ she orders softly, in contrast to the aggression she expressed towards skirk a few moments ago. she takes off her blindfold and places it over your eyes, firmly tying the loose ends into a knot. “ wait, why am i—“

“ for the sake of the bet. that’s all you need to know.”(just to avoid bias!)

after a few sounds of shuffling, one of the women lifts you up into her arms with ease, you yelp, hurriedly encircling your legs around her waist. she lines herself with your weeping entrance and slowly sinks you down on her length. you emit a broken moan as she stuffs you full. she grunts as your pussy clenches around her. hands shifts down to the fat of your ass, what felt like claws, slightly digs into your skin.

she holds you steady and snaps her hips forward, spearing you open with her fat cock. “ bounce. “ she whispers lowly in your ear, and you do as you’re told. as she fucks into you with slow, powerful thrusts, you grip her shoulders, trying your best to be in sync with her. due to her sturdy hips, you failed pathetically. the woman sighs in disappointment but says nothing. she speeds up a bit and repeatedly grazing the spongy patches of your walls. “ just like that please. .” you moaned, filthy sounds of squelching fills the air as your slick runs down her shaft and dribbles down onto the floor in thick globs.

her rhythm was so steady and powerful, it was addictive. it made your pussy ache for more no matter how much she stretches you out over and over again. “ more, more. . “ you whined, drool tickling down your chin, already cock–dumb. her breath hitches when she feels your cunt clamp around her again. just for a second, her pace falters before she swiftly recovers and keeps going at her previous pace.

“ what are you doing, you impatient fool? i’m not done with her yet, wait your turn. “ the woman grumbles as another body presses up against your back. “ don’t you hear her begging for more, you bottom dweller? “ the breathy voice, who you now know is jingliu, barks. skirk, who’s currently fucking you, scoffs, grinding her cock into your cunt. “ hmm, i wonder why she’s begging for more, you poor, miserable mortal. you should of kept that blindfold on. “

“ i’m just itching to strike you down with my blade once all of this is over. “ jingliu says harshly, pushing her long length inside your occupied pussy, stretching you out even more than you’d imagine. you mewled loudly, on the verge of squirting everywhere. “ isn’t this a pleasant surprise? she can take two at once. “ skirk mumbles with amusement, fucking you in her own pace while jingliu’s is aimed and fast. “ and yet, she can take mine better. “ jingliu remarks, snarky.

“ simply perish, mortal. “

“ ah, if only it was that easy, you abomination.”

“ extremely ironic coming from you. “

god, you were so out of it. you have two women at each other’s throats while they fucked you dumb. you could tell skirk was getting increasingly frustrated as her thrusts became fast and unforgiving. cacophony of moans spills from your lips, the overwhelming tension in your belly proved unbearable when jingliu matches with skirk’s speed and intensity. your eyes rolls to your back of your head as you violently squirted all over their cocks and made a mess on the floor.

“ how messy. “ skirks comments, not showing signs of slowing down as she’s too busy competing with the opposing swordmaster. “ just like your sorry excuse of an apprentice. “ the sword master hisses, chest panting heavily from your pussy greedily swallowing her cock. “ is your apprentice just as arrogant and weak like you are? did you teach that boy your techniques with a blindfold over your eyes too?” skirk questions sharply, glaring up at the taller woman in front of her.

due to overstimulation, their voices became a blur. after a few minutes of back and forth, jingliu was the first to finish inside you. she continues to fuck your gushing hole despite thick loads of cum flowing out of you. not long after, skirk releases as well and refused to pull out until she was sure completely she was milked dry.

“ now, tell us who was better. choose wisely. “ jingliu whispers in your ear, sounding almost impatient. after a moment without a response, skirk and jingliu was quick to notice how boneless your body felt against theirs. skirk sighs, realizing you passed out. “ it seems like we were too busy arguing, we forgot about this one. “

well, once you wake up, you’ll give them an answer and this time, they’ll focus more on you.

[noemilivv]

hi! sorry if you don't write for this sorta thing but since ive had to do it a lot and I saw you write for husk just wondering if u would write for husk x a transfem reader who once husk started getting affectionate maybe even just words or a little kiss the reader gets a little scared because of things she had to deal with and worries about telling him she's trans, I just wonder how he'd react, I guess? If you don't write for this type of thing feel free to ignore no response needed, but if you do tysm

Sorry if bothered you or if too long,

Thanks :)

oh my goodness, hi!! ofc i will write this for you!! as someone who’s queer, i understand that we need some extra supportive sometimes, and i’m so willing to give that to you :)

gender-blind ♡

husk x transfem!reader

Warnings: none(?)

It had been bugging you for the past week or so, well.. longer than that, but it had been a week or so since it really started getting under your skin.

You have been dating Husk for almost a month now, which in the grand scheme of things, isn’t too long, but with something like this on your shoulders, the weight of waiting felt like four centuries ago.

You know it’s not the easiest thing for Husk to open up, and you were very eager for that moment until it hit you in the gut way harder than expected.

You’re trans, and there’s nothing wrong with that, and you stand very strongly on that hill, but you can’t help but wonder, what would Husk think?

You fell out of your trance momentarily as Husk approached you, smacked a kiss on your cheek, but before he could say anything, you stumbled back slightly, not enough to fall over, but enough to shake ya a bit.

“Woah, you doing alright?” He asked, concerned, rushing to your aid, but being careful not to touch you again, as he figured it had something to do with that. “Yeah.” You said, steadying yourself, dusting off your mini skirt as you went to walk away.

“No.” Husk started, blocking your way out. “You don’t get to do that.” He added again. “I’m a bartender for a reason, I’ve noticed some shit was up, look, just… spill. Please.”

“It’s really complica-”

“Please.” Husk pushed.

“I’m trans.” You blurted.

Husk stood there in silence for a moment, figuring out his wording before speaking, “Hun.” He started. He was still using petnames. That’s a good sign.

“Let me show you something.” He says, walking over to a table in his room, he pulls a miniature pansexual flag out, “I’m gender-blind, none of that matters to me.” He said, putting it back in its drawer, before he approached you.

“What matters is in here.” He said, pointing to your heart, “And here too,” he said, flicking your forehead, “But not so much, especially considering the idiots in this hotel.” He said with a chuckle, “There’s room for everyone.” He said with a smile as he rubbed your arm. “Especially you.”

HIHIHI THIS WAS ONE OF MY FAVE REQUESTS SO FAR !! also i used the (sorta) confirmed fact that Husk is pansexual so I hope that’s okay !!

[triforce-of-mischief]

Transfem (Time)

Summary: The Chain are unaware that Malon's wife has been traveling with them the whole time.

Words: 370

AO3

Written for @queering-the-chain

Please reblog to show your support! Likes do nothing.

“Wild, dear, if you’re making a pie, do you mind using this?” Malon set a basket of berries on the counter beside the teen’s workspace. “My wife is very particular and I haven’t had the chance to use these yet.”

Wild glanced at the basket, then continued to work on the dough for the pie crust. “Yeah, sure. Those look great.”

“Thanks, hon,” Malon sang, but another of her Link’s companions had noticed her phrasing.

“Wait, did you say your wife?” Warriors asked, propping his elbows on the dining room table. He grinned, taking it in stride. “Time didn’t mention another. So who’s the lucky lady? Zelda?”

Legend, a few seats down from him, rolled his eyes. “You’re not winning the bet, idiot.”

“No, not Zelda! Goodness,” Malon laughed, and Legend cackled along when Warriors made a face at him. “I take it Link hasn’t told you, then?”

“Told us what?” Warriors asked, then realization dawned on his face. “Hang on, Time is your-”

“Mhm, Link is my wife,” Malon said calmly, dusting a stray pile of flour near Wild’s elbow.

Warriors failed to not sound horrified. “But we’ve been referring to him- er, I mean, she’s never corrected us-”

“She doesn’t mind, truly,” Malon said, taking pity on him. “Him or her, Link doesn’t much care either way.”

Before Warriors could interrogate her further, Link wandered into the room. Legend spoke loudly over his brother, who looked hopelessly bewildered.

“Time, are you a woman?”

Link looked around, confused, and didn’t speak until Malon gave her a playful smile. “Yeah, I am. Why?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Warriors demanded.

“Thought you knew,” Link shrugged.

Warriors buried his face in his hands with a pained groan. Legend was nearly hysterical with laughter by now, and Link looked helplessly at Malon.

“Don’t mind them, love,” Malon said, crossing the room to give him a kiss. “They’re confused, is all. They’re convinced they’ve been hurting your feelings.”

“See, I don’t know why everyone cares so much,” Link complained. “It doesn’t make any difference to me.”

“They’re trying, and that’s all that really matters,” Malon said. “Even if nobody understands, not even you.”

From the kitchen, they heard Wild call, “Hey, what’d I miss?”

[worms-in-my-brain]

I get the impulse of some trans girls to describe testosterone as evil, since, yeah, when you’re a girl and other girls are talking about how evil T is, how T makes people angry and evil… but you have T in your system, and maybe you’re binary and have dysphoria so you don’t want it there at all, it might feel a little freeing to remove a lot it from your body.

But that doesn’t mean it’s true, just because you have dysphoria about it doesn’t mean it’s inherently evil. And when you say it is you’re throwing a lot of other genderqueer people under the bus. Not only trans men, but trans girls who aren’t on E yet or who don’t want to take E, any sort of nonbinary people who want or are okay with higher T in their system, and many intersex folks as well who have higher T and are happy with it.

Iunno, it just makes me feel really alienated. I guess I’m transfemasc so I will always be somewhat alienated from people who are only one or the other, as I’ll always feel like they’re missing a portion of my experience, but when other transfems go so far as to completely demonise one half of me it really hurts. I had high T as an intersex person. As a person taking oestrogen I still was somebody who, at one point, had higher T. As a person taking testosterone I have T. Sometimes I am a woman again but I keep taking T. T is not evil, it does not make you angry or aggressive, and it does not taint you somehow. No hormone is evil or bad. Hormones are just hormones.

Please stop speaking over us!

[marichild]

AO3 Wrapped #2 (Mari’s Version)

crazy year it has been for fic writing. careening into four(?) fandoms and being so absolutely insane about all of them. I think you can see here that I am not normal about anything ever

words written

technically, about 362k, but a lot of that is from my monster of a vampire au from … a while ago, so around 290k, probably. lmao.

works published

37, counting out the three chaptered fics I’ve had since before the year started, and also counting in one fic that’s on anon! I don’t know how I even got here, lmao. but it’s nice to know I’ve been pretty consistent with my writing this year, by my standards, anyway.

work I’m most proud of

what should we become, in what form, although only published in december, is one work I’ve been putting so much effort into since like … august, probably. this could be because that as much as the jujutsu kaisen world has disappointed me, it’s so dear to me—especially the characters. I’ve said this before, but while I knew I would become obsessed with satosugu even before I got into this fandom (what can I say, I’m weak for best friends, devotion, and betrayal), I didn’t expect to become so, so dearly attached to the gojo & megumi dynamic. so.

this fic, while it is worldbuilding and exploring gojo’s character, does also count as a love letter to them. I’ll stop now before I get carried away— (but be on the lookout for an update this month or next!)

also! shoutout to careless as could be! although it’s a rarepair, sigma & chuuya is a dynamic I’ve been enamored by since the moment they revealed sigma’s origin. something about humanness, affirming yourself, allowing yourself to live as the way you are, no matter what you were born from. their dynamic could be interesting and I’m genuinely hoping this is the direction asagiri takes it in once the narrative shifts back to focusing on dazai, chuuya, and sigma.

I think the thing I am most proud of with this fic is the characterization, because as I’ve said before, I’m so picky about sigma and chuuya characterization, even with my own writing, so it’s just … nice to see it done, you know?

also, I would say that the fic I wrote for New Year (which I unfortunately was not able to do this year), the little blue bird that’s lost its voice, does stand out. I think it does a good job depicting what it has to be like, loving your best friend, who, well. wants to die. shin and his mindset is always something that has intrigued me, of course, and who would I be if I didn’t add to the raiden/shin tag? overall, for how little this fic was planned, reading over it, I am happy with the thread of desperation and yearning that runs through the whole thing!

work that readers enjoyed the most

I’m not even going to lie when I say that evidently people are enjoying my taegyu porn, you know i want it bad, because. well. do I even have to say anything? I see you, you horny demons /aff (it is also worth noting that I refuse to look at this unless I get a comment …)

although. a close second is because you had shared it with me, this love and that’s…well, I do feel bad? I haven’t updated in a while not because I don’t feel the spark, but due to personal reasons, the very premise of this if i stay au kinda freaks me out. although I’m trying to ease myself back into it, the fact that the scary event that puts me off writing this au happened while I was well into writing it…well. I do try to tell myself that everything is okay now, but we’ll see. zeroses, please wait for me <3

fastest work to write

I have a lot of ficlets ranging from 1k to 2k that took a few hours to write (that’s the power of xikers I guess. specifically woojungz) but talking about longer fics, it took me about two days to write couldn’t even become a nobody, my transfem dazai / dazakiko fic, which is around 6k words, or speaking of even longer fics, five days like a deranged man with tunnel-vision for we’ve met like a miracle, my 13k T4T soulseob high school au. crazy work.

I’m kind of proud of myself, because even for the short amount of time and little to no editing done, I really do like what I did with that one there, especially because I was so busy with schoolwork and stuff, lol.

slowest work to write

strictly speaking of this year, this precious moment. not because I didn’t have the fuel, but because I was genuinely scared of what I was doing. I was kind of … doing a new thing for the fandom specifically, writing about a trans man’s pregnancy and subsequent raising of the child together with his partner. it took a few months, maybe? at least four.

while I know very well that there’s nothing wrong with that at all, it was such precious and personal work to me that I needed to do it justice, and also, I wasn’t ready to face criticism for it. I want to thank my friends sol and @draco-renn for encouraging me to post it. and draco for being the number one fan of the verse, haha. xi is the real reason I wrote that kindergarten sequel, really <3

number of WIPs I’m taking into 2025

um. well. quite a bit! if I do a process of elimination and count in only the ones I’m likely to be finishing, then 28 or so. at least. it’s a problem.

favorite character to write

*through gritted teeth* welcome, dazai osamu. I literally don’t like that dazai is so fun to write. what is wrong with him. go away you little gremlin.

okay but for real, besides the crowning king gendermess, I think my favorite to write this year has been either gojo or megumi. to absolutely no one’s surprise. there’s something fun about getting to write from their perspectives, especially exploring their respective stances on power, love, and what it means to be a sorcerer—and counting in both canon and in an au context, how they process the love they are given, how they react to more normal real-life situations. idk. they’re my beloved blorbos.

shoutout out to till alien stage. I love writing angry rebels who continually throw themselves into a wall. metaphorically and literally. I haven’t written luka perspective yet, but writing about him the way others see him … god. it’s so much fun.

favorite lines I’ve written this year:

from we’ve met like a miracle:

But. It’s Shota. He’s always been awfully good at tugging Jongseob along to his rhythm, catching all the flyaway strands of her seams as he goes, laughing in delight. And that’s the real miracle: that Jongseob’s been able to keep in step with him this entire time. She prays she never falls out of step, that their rhythm carries on.

from what should we become, in what form:

Because, he thinks as Tsumiki looks up at him with shining eyes and too-pale skin flushed with delight, searching for approval, he can’t let them become another Gojo Satoru, finding the meaning in life far too late, far too little of it. He can’t let them become another Geto Suguru, going crazy until salvation reaches him, only for that to not be enough, too.

He can’t let them become like this generation of sorcerers. He’ll be damned if either of them end up on Shoko’s morgue table, like nearly all his upperclassmen, like Haibara, or children like Riko—

“Tsumiki-chan wins!” he grins, and for once, his boisterousness feels real despite the tears threatening, despite the cursed energy crackling in the air as a result. It feels real and true and good, despite Megumi’s concerned blinking, like he doesn’t know what he’s sensing. The blinking morphs to an offended scowl.

from the little blue bird that’s lost its voice:

But, when has Raiden ever been someone who’s given up? Especially not on his friends. His best friends. The only boy he’s ever loved this much. Because anyone would be a fool to give up on Shinei Nouzen, constructed of fragile, jagged glass and unraveling stitches of frayed stubbornness, a core of bloodied, torn gold. Because even if Raiden shouldn’t, loving Shin has always been a foregone conclusion.

Because when you love someone, even the threat of shattering yourself isn’t enough to stop yourself from jumping off the edge with them, if nothing else.

and finally, from careless as could be:

“You come in here reeking of blood,” Sigma deadpans. They feel like they’re playing with a fire here, a dangerously volatile one, and it’s—it’s thrilling. Besides, it is unfair of Chuuya to say that. “I’ve heard too much about what you’re capable of.”

You scare me, they don’t say. Judging from Chuuya’s raised eyebrow, he heard the subtext loud and clear, and he smirks. He smirks.

“That’s true,” he agrees. “It’d be easy enough for me to break your neck.”

Sigma’s stomach flips. “Would you?”

this was entirely based on @fushiglow ’s post! and also @hollow-lime-green !

anyone who sees this is welcome to try this as well! I think you’d like doing this, @anticidic @ryuvnosuke @littencloud9 @sunnyyflowerrs @zukkaoru but no pressure ofcs <3

[transosdd]

could you please do a level 3 headmate pack of a transfem ranboo from dsmp?

𓎟𓎟 C!RANBOO ALTER PACK .ᐟ

︵⠀ ⟢ NAMES – ranboo, boo, allium, fae

︵⠀ ⟢ AGE – 18

︵⠀ ⟢ PRNS – she / they / it / gloom / night / sparkle

︵⠀ ⟢ GENDERS – fem-aligned, transfeminine, flowieeamic, :3gender, nublunic, nocturlance, stargender, starbodiment

︵⠀ ⟢ ORIENTATION – bellusexual, panromantic

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLES – desocializier, relationship protector, delusion holder, profile manager

︵⠀ ⟢ SOURCE – C!RANBOO [DSMP]

︵⠀ ⟢ FRONT TRIGGERS –

POS: those in need of reassurance, quiet & relaxing environments, playing minecraft or any fun video game

NEG: have a low social battery/needing to talk to others 24/7, chaotic environments, failing in any way

︵⠀ ⟢ INTERESTS –

LIKES: playful banter, problem-solving, quiet daydreaming, arts & crafts, flowers, the moon

DISLIKES: sudden chaos, being misunderstood in any way, lots of rules, angry people

︵⠀ ⟢ COMMON OUTFITS – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ FAVORITE MUSIC – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ PERSONALITY – quiet, thoughtful, and observant, often preferring to stay in the background rather than draw attention to themself. they have a sharp, analytical mind, carefully assessing situations before acting or speaking. while they tend to keep their emotions guarded, there’s a gentle, protective side to them that surfaces when others in the system need support or guidance. they value order and structure, finding comfort in tasks that require focus and precision. despite their reserved nature, they have a subtle sense of humor and loves offering clever insights, bringing a calming and steadying presence to the system. (MBTI : INTJ)

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLE/DUTY INFO – they handle their roles with precision and thoughtfulness, always striving to maintain stability for the system. as a desocializer, they create distance from overwhelming or unnecessary social interactions, stepping in to redirect focus toward rest or self-preservation. they do this calmly, ensuring the system avoids unnecessary strain. as a relationship protector, they keep a watchful eye on interactions, carefully analyzing the intentions and dynamics of others. they step in to set boundaries or distance the system from harmful or toxic relationships, using logic and foresight to prioritize safety. as a delusion holder, they quietly contain delusions, processing it internally to prevent it from overwhelming the rest of the system. their grounded nature helps them approach this role methodically, working to separate what’s real from what isn’t without causing distress. as the profile manager, they keep track of the system’s online presence with meticulous care, ensuring accounts are organized, boundaries are respected, and communication remains clear. they approach this with a methodical and protective mindset, using it as a way to maintain control and safeguard the system’s public image.

︵⠀ ⟢ INNERWORLD BEHAVIOR – in the innerworld, they act as a calm and composed presence, preferring quiet observation over active engagement. they tend to keep to themselves, stepping in only when they feel their input is necessary or when someone in the system needs their guidance. their demeanor is thoughtful and measured, often offering logical solutions or grounding others during moments of stress or confusion. while they don’t often seek out social interactions in the innerworld, they’re approachable and supportive, offering quiet reassurance when someone reaches out to them. they likely live in a meticulously organized and peaceful space, such as a cozy study or library, filled with tools for planning and reflection. the space might have soft, muted colors and a sense of order that mirrors their personality—comfortable, but practical.

︵⠀ ⟢ OUTERWORLD BEHAVIOR – while fronting, they focus on maintaining structure and addressing practical needs rather than talking to others. they’re particularly attentive to maintaining boundaries, ensuring the system avoids harmful or draining interactions. they may spend most their time analyzing relationships or social dynamics, stepping back from emotional reactions to make logical decisions that prioritize the system’s safety. if the system is overwhelmed, they redirect focus toward grounding activities or tasks that help regain a sense of control. online, they’re likely to only touch social media if necessary, ensuring clear communication and respecting boundaries with others. when interacting with people, they navigate carefully, often deflecting personal questions or steering conversations to protect the system’s privacy. in moments of stress, they might take the lead in redirecting attention away from overwhelming stimuli or creating distance from triggering situations. while they’re not likely to seek out emotionally charged interactions, they handle crises efficiently, ensuring stability and order for the system.

︵⠀ ⟢ EMOJI PROXIES – 🔒, 🌙, 🌗, 👾, ⚪️

art credits: momoiiroo (twt), notebooktrashx (twt), unknown

[hiskillingjar]

transfem law x transfem mc?

you're the only bitch that i fucking respect in this town

4700+ words, general warning for some discussed transmisogyny and cw for. uh. animal death, death descriptions, genital mutilation descriptions and shade towards true crime girls.

cross posted on ao3 cus it's long and i want attention :)

"You know, if you brought me out here to kill me, I'm going to be pretty upset."

You smiled in spite of your dark joke as you followed behind Law, them leading the way through the brush after driving you to the woods outside of town. Their long arms pushed aside tree branches for you to pass and kept hold of your hand, so you didn't get lost in the dark.

You'd met Law at therapy after a particularly rough stint at the psych ward, when they still went by 'Lawrence' and you were barely six months on hormones and still got clocked on a regular basis (including by them on your first meeting).

Now, it had been a year, you'd had your first consultation for sexual reassignment surgery (and it had gone successfully), and Law had made some…well, discoveries of their own.

It was nice, having a friend like them, and you liked their company.

"No, no, no,” They said, looking back at you over their shoulder. “I know it’s strange to be out here this late, but…this isn’t what it seems..."

“I know, Law,” You interrupted with a laugh, squeezing their hand a little tighter. "I'm only teasing. "

They took things a little literally at times, a symptom of the disorder that had landed them at therapy in the first place.

You didn’t mind correcting yourself for them, though.

"Oh...right...okay.” They said with a nervous chuckle, reaching back to scratch their neck. “I…um, I just wanted to make sure.”

Their grip tightened around yours for just a moment before going back to normal as they led you deeper into the brush.

It was a dark night, way later than you were usually out (you were, regrettably, somewhat of a morning person later in life), but it was a peaceful kind of dark.

The kind of dark that swallowed people whole and kept them safe, surrounded, like an all-encompassing hug, a pill bug under a log, a baby in the womb, a tapeworm in your twisting guts, worming around your insides and looking for the closest thing it could burrow deeper into.

You squeezed their hand harder and gave your head a little shake, trying to rid yourself of the gruesome imagery, as they pulled you into a quiet clearing of the brush.

The night was clear and cool, and the full moon was out, casting a glow on everything in the surrounding area, something beautiful and...almost otherworldly.

Like for just this one moment, the entire world was on pause and you were the only two people that existed.

It was a nice thought.

"This is it..."Law murmured softly, a little breathless as they stepped and pulled you into the clearing, looking around the small space like a child excited to share a new toy with their friend.

It was a canopy of thick trees surrounding a flat patch of ground, a blue tarp laid out to one side and three tall barrels with tight lids on top of them covered by a similar tarp, hiding whatever the barrels held from prying eyes.

“Cool, if a little creepy. Very Dahmer-esque. I’m into it.” You joked as Law let go of your hand and clenched their long, bony fingers together in front of them. "So, what did you wanna show me, Law?"

"Oh...right, yes. Just..." Law looked at you, those same nervous eyes shining brightly in the dim moonlight, taking in a deep breath before speaking more quietly, their voice dropping to a soft whisper. "Close your eyes for a second, alright? Please?"

“Alright…”

You did as you were told and closed your eyes, your own fingers (not as long but just as bony) curling against the denim of your shorts.

If they did decide to kill you, now would be a fantastic time to do it. You had ignored every red flag and word of advice against doing this just to be here, after all.

“Stay Sexy, Don’t Get Murdered”, your hate-listen podcast had warned that morning, while you walked to work.

What were you doing, ‘getting ugly, waiting to get murdered?’

While your eyes were closed (while your mind was spiralling about their potential bad intentions), Law pulled off and stepped around the crinkling plastic tarp to pry off the lid of one of the barrels.

The smell was putrid, like rot, like death, and immediately hit you like a truck, making your expression wrinkle without even knowing the source.

"Oh, jesus," You murmured, covering your face with the sleeve of your overshirt to try and mask the smell. “What is that?”

“I’m just finding something,” Law said, their voice soft over the sound of sloshing water. They must have been sifting through the mange without gloves (ew) for a good while before it stopped. “Okay…okay, here it is, open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes obediently and saw that they were holding something out for you to see.

Their hands (big, pretty, bigger than yours, made you feel small, made you feel delicate) were sopping wet and almost blue from the cold, but they looked so eager to show you what they had, that it didn’t matter.

Your eyes widened and you gaped a little wider when you recognised...what looked like an animal corpse that had been pulled from the water.

It might have been a rabbit, a hare or maybe even a small dog, if you had to guess, well past the initial stages of decomposition, with mangy flesh melting off the brown bones, wet and murky fur falling to Law’s feet in clumps.

When you looked from the corpse and back to them, Law's grey eyes (usually so dead and dull, but now open and unnervingly alive) shined as a genuine smile came to their pretty face.

The sheer look of excitement on their face was endearing, and you suppressed your initial disgust to share that smile with them.

“I know this isn't the kind of activity you sign up for when you go on a date..." They said, idly licking their lips, their eyes going back down to the corpse as they turned it around, showing you the protruding rib cage and the heavy skull, where most of the gore had rotted away. “But, I just...I wanted to share something I was proud of with someone...someone I feel comfortable with. Someone I care about."

They said such sweet things so thoughtlessly. You envied that about them.

"No, it's..." You laughed, looking a little flustered as you scraped your hair behind your ears and scratched your neck. Was this a date? Had you known, you might have dressed a little nicer and put some foundation on. "It's cool, Law…I appreciate you showing this to me."

“Really?” They said, huffing out a surprised laugh and holding the bones a little closer to their chest. “Oh…ah, that’s…a relief, I suppose. I was nervous that you would think it’s strange, or gross…” They rambled as they turned around and set the corpse onto the tarp carefully, wiping the worst of the gore off on their sweatpants.

“I mean, it is gross.” You laughed, choosing to be honest with them. “But, like, a cool kind of cross. Like those vulture-culture blogs, they do stuff like this too.” You stepped around the clearing and towards them, watching as they knelt down to the tarp and started scraping melted flesh and viscera from the bones with their fingernails. You assumed there were probably better tools to do the task, but said nothing. “What is it, like, roadkill or something?"

"Uhh..."

Their hands stilled at your question, skin stained with black from the gore and still blue from the cold.

They barely reacted to it, if at all.

"No...well, yeah, it might've been already dead before I..." They mumbled, floundering around their words before eventually trailing off with a little, desperate whimper, shame and immense guilt in their expression.

That answered that, then.

You peered towards them as their words trailed off, a slightly sympathetic look on your face.

"You...didn't kill it, did you, Law?" You asked gently, squatting down on the other side of the corpse, lowering yourself down to their level.

It was an important way of establishing a connection, you had been told once, never putting levels between you and a friend or loved one. Sometimes people did the opposite, to be unnerving or intimidating, to designate themselves as a voice of authority and someone to be trusted.

Men did it, mostly. It was important for you to never do something like that.

Law swallowed, unable to look you in the eye, but you received a slow, guilty, nod to your question. It was almost sheepish, like they were a little kid who had just gotten caught doing something they shouldn’t.

Their hands were shaking, but you had a sense that it wasn’t a reaction to the cold.

"I...I..." Their fingers curled into tight, little fists. "I...yeah...I did..."

There was fear in their soft voice, but also a strange kind of…relief.

Relief that they had been able to tell the truth to someone, someone who had heard them out this far, someone they were happy to tell the truth to.

"Ah," You mumbled with a little sigh, wrapping your arms around your knees. "That's a shame…”

That wouldn't go down well in therapy.  But hey, you weren't a therapist.

“But...” You started, licking your lips and trying to meet their eyes with a gentle smile. “I mean, if you don't do it again...I think that’s okay."

“Really…?” They replied, unclenching their fingers and looking back at you, a slight smile tugging at their lips. "I...I won't, I promise."

They were quiet again, idly pulling at a tuft of wet fur still clinging to the bones and rubbing it between the callouses of their fingers. It can’t have been very soft, but you guessed that it was still a decent self-soothing method.

“It’s just…I mean, I go to therapy for a reason, you know that.” They said, digging their grubby fingernail into the bundle of fur. “I see things, I hear things. I get this…urge, sometimes. To…mmph-”

They went quiet quickly, looking back down and biting their lip, as if afraid of losing control of what they were saying.

But you had a good sense of what they were about to say.

You knew the type of girl that Law was.

"Yeah...I get that," You mumbled quietly with a considered tilt of your head, taking a closer look at the poor creature who died so your friend didn’t shoot up a shopping mall (though you had a sense that Law wasn’t the type to own a gun). "I do, I do get it.”

You clutched your knees tighter and let out a slightly shaky sigh.

“I mean, I never killed animals or anything, but, like,” You huffed out a laugh and pushed a shaking hand through your hair, aghast by what you were about to admit. “Okay, um…when I was a teenager, I'd look at these…gore sites. LiveLeaks, BestGore, that shit…”

Law’s eyes snapped up to yours, stunned by your sudden outpouring of honesty.

“It was initially, like, something I did with my friends. You know, dumb teenage boys doing dumb teenage boy stuff,” You said, feeling a little fondness for the edgy snot-rag you had been at fourteen years old. “Then I’d do it by myself. I was curious, at first, and then…it was also just to...feel something. Something other than how I felt, you know? Something other than hatred."

Law let out a little hum and nodded their head.

"Yeah…me too, actually.” A shaky smile came to their face. “I would...I used to browse the dark web a lot, to see those kinds of things. To feel something, like you…um, like you said."

"Yeah. It's, like, a right of passage for girls like us, right?" You replied with a little chuckle, fiddling with your hair. You had cut your bangs too short and were now sporting, what your chronically online friend called, a ‘fuck-ass bob’. You had grown your hair out for so long, but now felt the bob kind of suited you. “I know way too many to count…”

“Girls like us…” Law repeated thoughtfully, trying to laugh along as well, a shy look on their face as a flush came to their pale cheeks. 

You looked up and tried to smile as normally as you could.

"Um…” They started, after a short beat of silence. “So…you know what you asked before...about if I was bringing you out here to kill you?"

"Uh oh," You mumbled, trying to make a joke in spite of the sudden churning in your stomach.

"Wait, no...no, I...-"

They barked out a strange little laugh, before covering their mouth with their dry sleeve, trying to cut themselves off from laughing any more, any louder.

"I wasn't...I'm still not. You don’t have to worry about…about that.” They trailed off, seeming about to say something before they bit their lip again. Finally, they spoke, looking up into your eyes. “But, I've thought about it a few times...killing you."

You swallowed hard, your smile dropping a little.

"Oh..."

“Don’t freak out,” They said quickly, their grey eyes widening a little. The life in them had subsided, just a touch, replaced by a deadened sort of…mania, like they were getting ready to do something drastic.

What were red flags again?

‘Stay Ugly, Do Get Throttled and Killed in a Forest Clearing’.

That would do numbers, if you still cared about doing numbers.

“I just…I wanted to be honest with you.” They then said, derailing your train of thought. “I don’t want to hide things from you. I don’t…like hiding things from people I care about.”

They looked back down, their shoulders sagging and hiding a miserable expression on their face.

“You’re probably going to think I'm crazy, right? M-Maybe I am..."

"No, it's..." You reached over and grabbed their hand. "It's okay, Law.” You said with an encouraging smile, that was now shaking a little. You might have been stupid, but you weren’t so idiotic that you weren’t a little scared. “Thinking about something and doing it are…like, two totally different things, Law."

Law stared at your hand for a moment, gripping it tightly (almost too tightly, bone-crushingly tight, making you look so small again) before letting their grip ease with a sigh.

“You’re…unreal,” They murmured with a disbelieving laugh. They kept their eyes down, still focused on the gore on the blue tarp in front of them.  “If I said that to anyone else, they’d think I was…some deranged freak and get me put away.”

"Well, what kind of a person would I be if I did that?" You mumbled, rubbing your thumb over their bony, blue knuckles.

"A person with common sense, I guess..." Law chuckled a little strangely, hollow, not totally there, their grip tightening again. They seemed oddly pleased by the contact, though, even if there was also a little bit of uncertainty to go along with that excitement.

"Well, I've never pretended to have any of that," You continued with your own chuckle, before biting your lip. "And I’ve been to a psych ward, so I’d never put someone there. But…” You hesitated. “I mean…how...would you do it?"

"Hmm?" Law blinked for a moment, still holding your hands in theirs. "You mean...how I would kill you?"

"Mm..." You hummed, and you felt yourself tremble.

It was the cold of the night and the wet skin against yours that was making you shake.

That’s what you were telling yourself. It can’t have possibly been for any other reason.

Law’s head canted to the side as they watched your trembling form. Their grey eyes narrowed slightly, like a cat watching and playing with a mouse before it was about to leap and strike.

They didn't let go of your hand for even a second either.

If anything, their grip only tightened.

"You're nervous..." They said.

"Yeah," You replied with a nod.

"You're trembling..." They said, as they leaned closer to you.

"Yeah," You replied again with a little sigh.

“You’re beautiful.” They whispered, bringing their face down to yours, chapped lips tracing yours but not closing the gap just yet, waiting for you to do it.

This close, you could smell the putrid water and the smell of rot and plant matter and sweat that clung to their skin, sweet and murky and dead, like their eyes, like their gaze.

A beautiful dead girl, waiting for you.

“How would you kill me, Law?” You asked again, more sure of anything than you had ever been before.

They huffed out another little chuckle with a slight shake of their head, their blunt bangs choppy on their forehead.

They probably cut their hair the same way you did, with kitchen scissors in the mirror.

The tattooed, septum-ringed girls and they-thems at the ‘all-inclusive’ hairdresser in town always cut your hair too short (something something haircuts don’t have gender, easy for them to say) so you did it at home, split ends be damned.

Was Law the same way, now?

“You’re asking for trouble,” They mumbled hotly, their lips still grazing yours as they held your hand even tighter, their fingers still covered in the watery viscera of the dead animal.

“Probably,” You replied with a little nod. “Tell me. Please?”

The words hung in the air between you for a good minute or two (though it could have been hours for all you cared), a quiet, intense silence filling the clearing.

For some reason, the air suddenly felt thick, almost hard to breathe, like you were in one of those barrels, suffocating and trying not to drown.

Your shorts were tights and your fishnets were clinging a little too tightly to your legs, too tight to be as comfortable as they had been.

"I don't know," Law mumbles quietly, honestly, watching as you shift forward on your knees, feeling the crinkle of the tarp sweat against your skin. "I thought about a lot of different ways..."

"Yeah?" You asked, watching as they did the same, unfolding their long legs and sitting on the ground, taking up space. You were always told not to do that, by girls like you, but Law didn't have that same concern. They hadn't been taught to hate themselves in that way. "What's your favourite?"

"Hah," They let out a breathy laugh and shook their head again. "The same way I killed that dog-"

So, it was a dog.

Your stomach turned and you just hoped to fucking God that it was a stray, not a beloved family pet with missing posters now pasted up around the town.

"I'd break your neck and..." They held your hands even tighter and you finally noticed that your fingers were now also streaked with blackened gore, like they were infecting you with the same disease that had infected them and made them so perfect for you. "Put you inside of those barrels."

You let out a little whimper, looking down at your trembling legs as they curled up with Law's, your body subconsciously wanting to be closer to them

Your cock was throbbing under your tight shorts too, despite your turning stomach.

"And watch you melt away," They continued, raising one hand to cup your jaw (hard, chiselled, any threat of stubble burned away months ago) and bringing your lips even closer together. "And keep everything left behind. Bones, hair, matted flesh.” Their lips spread into a sick grin, the rictus smile of a corpse. “Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Yes," You murmured, your eyes half-lidded and dazed as you stared at them, captured by the dead beauty in those grey eyes. "It would be...wonderful."

They smiled again, and gently kissed your lips.

This wasn't the first time the two of you had kissed, far from it, but something about it felt that way.

Like in the wake of your shared honesty, you were now two brand new people meeting for the very first time, finding each other in the darkness and curling together, twin centipedes in a tree trunk, worms in the dirt, mated maggots in the gore you were streaked with.

You keened in closer, holding their hand tight and parting their chapped lips with your pierced tongue, deepening the kiss in a way you knew they wouldn't.

You didn't mind taking the lead at times.

As long as they did it, most of the time.

"Mm," They moaned quietly, pushing their hand through your dark hair and curling it into a fist, gripping a thick handful of it and using it to wrangle you even closer, to bite down on your gasping lips and take you, as they wanted to.

You didn't mind the pain. You didn't mind the sting of their teeth on your lips or their hands in your hair.

It made you feel a little more like a woman.

Your cock stirred again.

If you were still online, admitting to something like that probably would have earned you a sternly worded anonymous message, filled with buzz words like ‘autogynophilia’ and ‘male socialisation’ and reminding you ‘you should really do better to unlearn your male privilege if you want to be considered safe to this community’.

You weren’t online though.

You hadn’t been back online since your main account got banned for ‘violating community guidelines’ and your fundraiser for facial feminisation surgery got taken down after a wave of mass-reporting, a result of a particularly bad faith call-out post from one of the myriad of trolls that plagued you.

That might have put you in a psych ward two years ago, but you knew you were better without it now.

After all, if you were still online, you probably wouldn’t have met Law.

Law pulled back from the kiss, a thin line of spittle attaching your lips that they licked away, the deep depth of their eyes softening a little as they let go of your hands.

"Can I," They started, reaching down to the crotch of your shorts and pressing a palm against it. You groaned through grit teeth and instantly held their broad shoulders, shifting your hips forward against them, the cool expanse of their palm making you shiver, despite the layers of fabric that separated your skin. "Can I touch your cock?"

"Mmhmm," You nodded, biting your lip.

You took in another groan as they slowly unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts and peeled down your fishnets and panties, finding your cock (a little soft thanks to its tight tuck through the day, but you couldn't manage a full erection most of the time anymore anyway) and giving it a light squeeze.

It was a somewhat awkward motion, but you didn’t blame them that much.

They were never really sure what to do with your cock, which was why they generally preferred to play with your asshole, to tease it with their fingers and their tongue, before penetrating it completely.

You would have preferred that too, especially when you were feeling as vulnerable as you were, but you were in a dirty forest clearing without a condom or any lube. And you might have been dumb enough to follow an animal killer with murderous fantasies about you into that forest, but you weren’t dumb enough to attempt anal sex without the right prep.

You didn’t hate yourself enough.

"What else, hah," You gasped against their trembling lips, holding their shirt tighter in your curled fists as they worked their own fist up and down your soft length, trying to encourage it to a degree of hardness. They probably weren’t going to manage such a feat, but you did appreciate the effort that they were going to for it. "What else have you thought about, Law?"

"Hm?" They looked up at your needy expression, a blush quickly gathering in your cheeks when they saw it, saw your narrowed eyes, your parted lips.

"Tell me how you'll kill me again," You pleaded, reaching down with one hand to grope their own cock through their sweatpants, as the other unbuttoned your plaid overshirt and rolled your tank top up your chest, revealing your pale breasts.

Your nipples were perky in the cold air and Law immediately dipped their head to run their tongue over them, despite your request for them to keep talking.

"Mm," You moaned, all the same, pushing the hand through their hair and guiding their tongue to the ripe bud of your nipple. "Give me a good one, Law...come on."

"Ah," They groaned when you gave their cock another firm squeeze, trying to alert their attention to what you wanted. "I want...mm, I want to take you back to my apartment...and tie you up there." They moaned hotly against your skin, thin hips bucking when your fist tightened at their words. "Cut out your spine so I can...hah, so I can keep it."

You felt a pulse of white-hot heat rush through your body and straight to your cock at that mental image, of you bound (and maybe gagged, like the damsels in movies were, the first kind of womanhood you related to in your boyhood) on the bed where you'd fucked so many times before.

Law would be the hulking slasher villain, they’d have a knife, and they would be standing over you, waiting for the perfect time to strike, when you had gotten so worked up and hysterical that they could really enjoy your death all the more.

"Fuck," You groaned deeply (because fuck the voice training right now), bucking your hips as you felt your cock start to twitch and harden in their hand. "God, that’s so hot. What's wrong with me..."

"Hmph," They huffed out a fond laugh, teasing the bud of your nipple with their crooked teeth, making you whine needily and grip them even tighter. “What did you say, about 'girls like us'...that's what we’re like, isn't it?"

We. Including themselves.

Herself.

"Yeah?" You wheezed through a gasp with your own laugh (sardonic and a little mean, not the way girls should be at all, but the way you were), your eyes darkening as you stared down at them. "That’s right…so, what, you gonna cut my dick out to join my spine, Law?"

"Mmhmm," They hummed (and you were silently thrilled that they didn’t even blink at your slurred request for genital mutilation), a demented and almost peaceful little smile coming to their face as you pried their sweatpants down and revealed the monster between their legs. Your asshole clenched just looking at it, and you couldn’t wait to get back to their apartment if you survived this. "I’d keep it safe. Then I’d cut off your testes and eat them."

Your thighs trembled and you grit your teeth, feeling another pulse of heat shoot to your cock.

"Hah…I read they're a natural source of estrogen somewhere," You managed to wheeze out with a little chuckle. "Makes sense, huh? Where one girl ends, another begins."

"Mmm..." They moaned mindlessly, trailing a thick smear of drool down your chest as they let go of your cock and circled their arms around your little waist tightly, pulling you in close.

Despite your maddening arousal, you let them do it, happily, resting your cheek against the crown of their head, and relishing in the feeling as your cocks pressed and rubbed together, sticky heads occasionally grazing over one another.

"Wanna be your girl," They murmured, kissing and tonguing at your nipple again, clinging to you even tighter. "Can I be your girl? Please? Please let me…"

"Baby," You cooed, shifting your hips even closer to theirs hers, almost sitting in their her lap as your own arms wrapped around their her neck.

Twin centipedes in a tree trunk, wriggling worms in the dirt, mated maggots in the gore your hands, your chest, your rotten cock, were streaked with.

"You always were my girl...and always will be."

[sapphicsvibes]

Okay then, so what do you think of groups that exclude afab people? I've been seeing tons of transfems groups being exclusionary to afab people, but I haven't seen you complaining about that before. Not only is that misogynistic, but it's heavily transphobic. So why just complain about 'afab only groups' if transfems can have anti afab groups?

Gonna try my best to answer this as someone who is not trans fem.

*also I am speaking about perisex people as a perisex person—this post doesn’t have anything to do with, nor am I speaking about intersxism*

But over the past few years, there has been a lot more overtly exclusionary language, like afab, used that often ostracizes transfems from queer spaces. within the trans community, trans women (esp indigenous and black trans fems) are the most oppressed and face the highest level of abuse, violence, homelessness, etc. When I say violence, I also mean vioelnce in the way they are treated within trans/nobinary spaces, and how terf language has become more and more acceptable to use to keep them out.

There are trans and nonbinary groups right now, who use afab as an identity and specifically list trans fems as their oppressors/enemies. These groups/people who identity with the term afab and use it as an identity usually do not want trans fems in their spaces.

And that language isn’t just exclusive to Tumblr.

I remember going to a cafe and saw a flier asking for participating for an autism study, and it’s like ‘we want queer people and women - afab only please’ and no one saw anything wrong with that.

There are afab exclusive trans/queer spaces everywhere and it is so normalized. And it pushes this idea that transfers do not belong in these spaces because they are harmful to afabs.

Meanwhile, transfems are still the most brutalized in the queer community, they still face the most homocides, cases of homelessnesss, etc. they are not represent in legislative spaces and are often denied jobs in queer places. 

The trans/queer community has adopted transmisogynstic language and in using that, has painted trans women as their oppressors and gives transfems no space or platform to feel included. 

And what’s worse is many spaces have started referring to transfems as ‘amab’ when transfems don’t even use that term to refer to themselves because transfems don’t have anything in common with most amab people who aren’t transfem — which a lot of people…don’t get…and idk why….

Anyway, with all that is happening and all that will happen with how terfy trans/queer spaces are—I don’t think it’s wrong that transfems don’t want to be lumped in with people who paint them as oppressors, rapists, and who exclude them. I don’t think it’s wrong for transfems not to want to be lumped in with people from the community who identify with a term that has literally excluded them, and a term that terfs use. With how shitty the trans, queer, nonbinary community treats them, why would they want a space where those very people who excluded them can ruin.

As a black nonbinary transmasc person….I really don’t ever shame groups that kick out their oppressors. Transfems not wanting afab people in their communities when for years, afab people have hurt them, painted these harsh pictures of them, excluded them from trans AND womens spaces while using harmful language isn't bad.

and of course, this wouldn't have been a problem if the term afab stayed in intersex spaces. if perisex non trans fem trans and nonbinary people didn't adopt these terms and misuse them, and make afab a fucking identity that people actually eqaute to being trans masc/nonbinary/ etc.

it's so funny that we have people who call themselves afab, proudly, getting upset that transfems are like 'no afabs please' and having the audacity to call it misognsytic and transphobic.

bitch, you started it in the first place!!!!

[lesbiansanemi]

the projection of your internalized transphobia is literally radiating off of you. leave trans men alone holy fuck we can't even speak about our oppression without someone who isn't even a transfem yelling about how we're taking the spotlight or something. while many transfems actually pitch in and are glad that we talk about things that never get talked about in the trans community bc yes it is mostly passing binary white trans women who get the spotlight 99% of the time lmao. like not only are u speaking over trans men ur also speaking over trans women who benefit from these conversations. idek why i'm writing this tbh im just holding onto some small hope that maybe you'll listen but i really hope you just grow out of this separation type mentality abt other trans ppl. no ONE type of trans person should get the 'spotlight' literally everyone's trauma and ways of talking about our oppression deserve attention equally bc erasure is not cool or sexy. im sorry that it seems like u have trauma or something from ppl who happened to be trans men (im guessing transmeds?? but those literally affect trans men too lol) but literally what makes you think that making an over generalization that all trans men are violent misogynists or something is not transphobic??? like ur not owning the evil trans men ur literally just vilely transphobic. like i genuinely hope you realize that someday or something. for the record this isn't supposed to be hate, i just wish you guys would see how terrible you treat trans men, like ur literally pointing out someone's marginalized identity on why u hate them. idk man just... we are supposed to be allies not enemies. please just find it in yourself to see that. if you wouldn't make that overarching statement about other trans people/marginalized groups, then genuinely why is it okay to do to trans men? just think about that. have a good day.

1. You are putting words in my mouth I did not fucking say, and 2. You are ignoring the ones I did

I never said binary trans men couldn’t talk about the issues they face. I never once said that anywhere. I never once said I hated trans men. I never once said being a trans man made someone a “violent” misogynist

What I DID say was that the community of trans men had issues with misogyny (internalized or other) but that any time someone pointed that out, they were accused of being transphobic (exactly what you are doing right fucking now)

Criticizing a community for an issue within it is not “hating” them and it’s certainly not hateful or transphobic. You are the one reacting in such an extreme way to someone criticizing an aspect of your community. If I see misogyny (internal or otherwise) from trans women or genderfluid or non-binary ppl or or or I’m also going to point it out. I’m not “hating you” for your identity. I never said “hate” anywhere. You are blowing a valid criticism of your community way out of proportion to paint me as nothing but transphobic so you don’t have to consider your own biases

A lot of trans men ARE misogynistic (some internalized, some not). A lot of trans men ARE transmisogynistic. A lot of trans men (ESPECIALLY gay trans men) are lesbophobic

I’m saying this as a trans masc person who has tried interacting with your community and people in it a lot, and has dealt with these issues on multiple occasions in multiple ways

You are also proving my point that you don’t see afab nonbinary ppl as “””””really”””” trans in comparison to binary trans men from the way you’re talking to me. MY experiences don’t count, obviously. MY opinions on the trans community don’t matter because I’m not REALLY trans cuz I’m not a binary trans man and therefore basically cis, right? That’s what you’re implying, after all! I’m “talking over” the REAL trans people

As a trans masc person, saying “wow, this community has a lot of unchecked transmisogyny” is not speaking over transfems. Transfems have SAID this and pointed it out and you don’t fucking listen to them either

You’re right. We are supposed to be allies. But if we are to be, you need to accept that other marginalized subgroups within your community are sometimes going to point out that you have your own biases to examine, and when they do, maybe you should actually think about that and consider it rather than scream “YOU SAID SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT ME THEREFORE YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY A RAGING BIGOT WHO FUCKING HATES ME BECAUSE OF MY IDENTITY” You can’t just accuse everyone of transphobia if they say something you don’t fucking like

And I’m not even gonna touch the “cis passing white trans women get 99% of the spotlight.” Like wow. Not even trying to hide the transmisogyny there bud huh. That is such a generalized blanket statement that is not true in ANY capacity. Also very funny of you to go on and on and on about how “spotlights” don’t and shouldn’t matter when it comes to oppression and then say that. You are just… proving my point. You want a reason to get bitchy about trans women so bad you will literally make them up

Don’t come into my inbox, do exactly what I was saying the community had a problem with, make assumptions about my so called “trauma with trans men”, accuse me of being “vilely transphobic”, and then tell me to have a good day

As I said in my original post, gay trans men be fucking normal about women for once, and don’t accuse everyone of being transphobic when they point out misogyny in your fucking community

[fite-club]

Have you considered touching grass?

You are effectively doing the same thing that pathetic cis men are doing under posts about trans women but as a trans man. Cis men who say “woman are so superior and you should just kill me for being a man” to suck up to them and avoid actually understanding and advocating for feminism is not only pathetic but also more harmful than helpful. Your takes of “trans men suffer less than trans women” is insane. Especially considering you have the privilege of having the perspective of a passing trans man in an incredibly queer city. I am currently on a bus with two non passing queer kids in a homophobic southern city, one a trans man and one a trans women, both pre medical transition, and idk how to break this to you, they’re both oppressed and talk about it. Limiting the space to talk about being oppressed as queer people is harmful on every fucking level, and especially butting into posts with unrelated bitching about transmysogany is absolutely batshit.

Every single one of your takes is fucking insane, PLEASE become friends with one trans women in the real world, preferably a trans woman of color, and then listen to their REAL takes instead of talking over them, and then get on your pathetic knees and thank them for all of the rights you have due to trans women of color, because the fact that you’re able to speak this stupid ass rhetoric is a disgrace.

Please listen to the people you claim to be speaking for, or you are just speaking right over them like the “evil trans men” you are claiming to hate.

you are effectively doing the same thing that pathetic cis men are doing when you say stuff like “feminism has gone too far and now everyone thinks men are evil” and “saying that women have it worse is the same thing as saying men never have any struggles at all” and “she’s not gonna fuck you bro”.

i know i’m privileged, that’s the whole fucking point of me saying that transmascs tend to be more privileged than transfems. because some of us pass as men. and because of transmisogyny. why are you equating “tends to have more privilege” with “doesn’t experience oppression”? i’ve literally never in my life claimed that transmascs don’t experience prejudice or discrimination.

i’m not limiting any discussions. i’m not silencing anyone. and when i bring up transmisogyny on posts about “transandrophobia”, it is relevant. how fucking dare you accuse me of not having trans women in my life just because i care about transmisogyny in a way you don’t. you don’t want me to listen to transfems, you want me to listen to you and the transfems who agree with you. get over your victim complex and righteousness and realize that “telling trans men to stop talking about transmisogyny” isn’t the woke take you think it is

[unlimitedbutchworks]

Literally there are so many times trans men have been told to shut up because trans women have it worse.

Granted, a good chunk of those times it’s said by self hating trans men.

Look I’m not saying trans women should never get to speak, but like. Talking about the lateral aggression in queer communities that transmasculine people face is often called transmisogyny, when most of us don’t even mention trans women. You get me?

Idk maybe this makes no sense

second ask and full thoughts under readmore.

tl;dr: that sucks dude and it shouldnt happen but can we please talk about transmisogyny without making transfems do this song and dance about acknowledging trans men also feel transphobia every time we speak up? because ive said what im saying here several times and its starting to get really tiring that tme ppl arent listening lol. transmisogyny doesnt imply that other people have it better or anything, its just recognizing the unique and shitty ways that trans women get fucked over, you shouldnt see this in opposition to you! maybe read this post also

Idk how to explain where I’m coming from; sorry for two asks.

Again, I want trans women to be able to talk about their own problems. My problem is people — mainly people who aren’t trans women! — derailing any conversation about trans men’s oppression and making it about trans women.

For example, trying to change the discussion to be about what words people can use, claiming anyone who talks about trans men’s problems is a transmisogynist, etc.

And look, I think trans men can be transmisogynists, and should be called out. But I feel like… ugh idk how to word it. Like any trans guy who tries having a conversation about our own problems is going to be called a transmisogynist, even if the conversation has basically nothing to do with trans women.

for me, i can only speak from experience and ive seen very little of that happening, but ill trust you when you say that and say, yknow, that sucks, its bad and shouldnt happen? like. if this is about the post i think its about, my comment about that never happening was hyperbole to make a brief point before going back on topic, which is why i also said that if it does happen, then that sucks, because it does/would? like. im not your enemy, im not trying to silence trans men. ive lived my literal entire life constantly being socially silenced and ostracized, thats not what im doing. the focus on a throwaway comment is kind of irritating.

trans men should be able to talk about their unique issues and stigmas and thats a good thing that they should do, no transfem i know thinks otherwise. what ill also say is that what you're describing, talking about "lateral oppression in queer communities" often comes from a transmisogynistic place; my posts about transmisogyny should be about transmisogyny and, yknow, what im talking about, but theres at least a few trans dudes on each of those posts going on about how simply trying to talk with the language of transmisogyny is oppressing them. this is (trans)misogyny. its normal (even if it shouldnt be) for men to assume theyre being oppressed when they see women empowered, and thats whats happening here. like, literally just remove the word "trans" and youll see what i mean, this is an issue of gender and misogyny. you can talk about men's issues without pulling women down and acting like feminism is trying to push you down, yknow? i shouldnt only hear about this oppression and transphobia you face when i or other trans women are talking about transmisogyny, and yet it always seems to crop up in that way or else decry transmisogyny as a concept in other ways. like, the derailing thing you're describing literally has happened on all of my bigger posts about transmisogyny, and other big ones by other ppl as well! its extremely plain to see.

trans men should talk about the transphobia they face and they should be able to do this without getting blasted with oppression olympics but you should also recognize a lot of this transandrophobia rhetoric comes from a transmisogynistic place, especially because its often used and brought up in opposition to a trans woman talking about the extremely common intracommunity issue of tme people leveraging transmisogyny against trans women by leaning back on bioessentialism, clinging to cagab-based identities, and views of us being inherently "male" on some level or another. we are not your enemies, and you are not ontologically incapable of violence

[lawscorazon]

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[vespertin-y]

Well, since you asked so nicely for an ask.... How about Gonta?

thank u for the ask :D hope u enjoy the headcanons!!

Sexuality Headcanon: genuinely think if u tried to explain the nuances of sexuality to gonta his eyes would glaze over...he’d be polite but he does not care he wants to go touch a beetle now. he does prefer fem-presenting people tho.

Gender Headcanon: he is cis unfortunately </3 desperately performing gender roles to win approval from his shitty family is such a large part of gonta’s character, i feel like it does a disservice to him to say they’re actually like. super accepting of gonta being a trans guy??? i can see someone making interesting content based on him maybe being nb or even transfem and struggling with that, but i do not understand people who think he isn’t amab

A ship I have with said character: gonta/kiyo makes me so sappy...they have such interesting (probably unintentional) character parallels, what with both of them shaping everything about how they act, dress, speak, etc. in order to please awful family who ask for their devotion but never truly return it. i also enjoy the parallels between their talents, which both of them love so so so much but are rejected and seen as ‘creepy’ for. they deserve to heal together okay!!! also they both deserve someone who will listen to their three-hour infodumps and not get bored

A BROTP I have with said character: i have cried over platonic ougoku multiple times 😶. they’re just,,,so important to me man. i love that even when the group infantalizes gonta and insists he must be being manipulated, gonta remains confident in his judgement of kokichi and CHOOSES to stand by him, over and over again. loyalty is gonta’s greatest virtue and his greatest vice, and i think that really shines through in his relationship with kokichi yknow? also yknow that one trope in every ougoku fic, platonic or otherwise, where gonta compares kokichi to one of the (many) insects that fakes being a more dangerous, poisonous type of insect to protect itself? good shit. gets me every time.

A NOTP I have with said character: hphsjdnfdbfhg i dunno gonta’s too smoochable for me to hate any of his popular ships. do ppl ship him with tsumugi?? that i guess

A random headcanon: he’s FAT. yes he’s absolutely shredded but his muscles don’t look shrinkwrapped. u think he survived in the FOREST for TEN YEARS with the dehydrated movie star body type??? absolutely not. bear gonta rights.

General Opinion over said character: LOVE LOVE LOVE WOULD KILL AND/OR DIE FOR. hate how bad the localization fucked him up tho 😭😭😭 genuinely would take 10x the monokub screentime if it meant gonta got to talk like the scientist he is. other than that there’s nothing wrong with his writing it’s as perfect as he is <3

[adventuresoutsidethegenderbinary]

Hi River. So i have a question and I feel silly that I don’t understand this like so many young people seem to nowadays (because 23 is old, right? I feel old). Anyway, I saw a post talking about transmasc wlw and transfem mlm and i guess i’m confused on how they are trans if they still would be considered women and men, respectively? I get how there can be non-binary lesbians, because nb people aren’t men but I am just so confused!! It is hard enough to understand my own gender, and I don’t want to invalidate others’ experiences or identity simply because I don’t “get” it, you know? I want to be able to understand my trans siblings better :(

Thanks,

A Friend :)

Hi friend!

First of all, thank you for asking! Conversations like this are important and lead to greater understanding of one another.

So I'll preface this by saying that I'm probably not the best person to answer this - I am trans-masc and I do like women, but I don't use the label wlw (If anyone knows any blogs that encapsulate a trans masc wlw perspective or a trans-fem mlm perspective, please tag them!).

However, what I do know is that gender and sexuality are complicated - more complicated than any labels can really describe. Different labels mean different things to different people, so there's going to be some gray areas. Ultimately, every individual determines what labels (or lack thereof) fits them best, and even if it's confusing to an outside perspective, it makes sense to them.

This isn't a very complete answer, but this certainly isn't an area of my expertise and I don't want to make any sweeping generalizations or speak over the people who actually experience this. Again, I appreciate your desire to better understand trans people, and I hope someone who knows a little more can give you a more thorough answer!

Sending love,

River

[barleyo]

denki w/ a partner who came out as trans in the middle of the relationship hcs🐧😅

A/N: This is my first request and I am unbelievably excited! Apologies if there are any inaccuracies in how I wrote Denki or if there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes. (Side note: I made this gender neutral because I don’t have the experience of a transfem or transmasc person, and because I think inclusivity is important within our community!)

• I honestly believe he wouldn’t care, and would mostly be concerned with how you felt about telling him

• Coming out to anyone, especially ones you’re close to is extremely brave, and Denki appreciates that you felt comfortable enough to tell him

• At the end of the day he will always love you for who you are, no matter your gender, race, shape, size, etc.

• After you’ve come out, he’ll defend you from anyone who insults, attacks, or sexualizes you in any way.

• Whenever you’re feeling dysphoric or even just upset, he’ll do everything in his power to make you smile.

“What is it you needed to tell me, (Y/N)?” asked your boyfriend of several months.

You had decided that it was time to share an important fact about yourself that you’d previously been too afraid to. Throughout your relationship you’d chosen to not tell him that you were trans for a few reasons. You knew that he would accept you and would completely understand why you didn’t tell him sooner, but that didn’t do much to ease your anxiety.

“Kaminari, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for awhile, but I’ve been worried that you wouldn’t.. well, wanna be with me anymore,” you fearfully squeaked out.

Not knowing what he would say gave you butterflies, in the worst way possible.

Hearing the panic seep into your voice, he stood up from his seat on the couch and gently placed his hand on your face.

“(Y/N), listen, there’s nothing that could make me stop loving you, okay? You’re the most important thing in my life, nothing could ever change that,” he said while caressing your cheek.

After hearing that, you knew he was telling the truth. His comforting tone and kind words let you know that you could trust him with absolutely anything.

”I am transgender, I’m still me and always will be. I’m sorry if it feels like I’ve mislead you, please understand,” you said, whispering out the last part.

For awhile he stood still in silence, thinking you had said something wrong you started to speak, only to be silenced with a finger being placed over your lips.

”Babe, that doesn’t change anything at all! You didn’t lie to me, not even a little bit. I said I would always love you and I meant it. You make me so happy, regardless of your gender,” he said with a loving smile.

“You’re so good to me, you know that?” you replied, slightly tearing up.

He only wrapped his arms around you in response, surrounding you in his warmth, and that’s how you two stayed for many minutes, not caring about anything else but each other.