#but she is treated as a girl EVEN WHEN she is voiced by a cis man :) we stan a trans girl who sometimes has a deep voice

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

i don't get why Perfuma is considered good trans representation or just.. trans representation at all.

even if we put aside the fact that she's not a very interesting or well-written character, it doesn't even seem like she was written to be trans. the only reason she is considered a trans woman is because her character designer said that they intended her to be trans. and i think Nate said somewhere that he supports the headcanon. that's it.

it's basically the same as Catra being Latina (or any kind of POC, for that matter). it's not ever mentioned in canon, it just looks like it was added as an afterthought. you would only know that Perfuma was designed to be a trans woman if you were deep enough into the fandom to discover what her designer said about her.

and i get it. i want casual queer rep too, where not everything has to be verbally confirmed. a lot of trans people pass as their gender anyway, and it's not always easy to tell. it's not great to label certain features or body types as strictly feminine or masculine either.

but if that's the motive, they could have at least made Perfuma a more interesting character, so that her being trans wouldn't be one of the only notable aspects of her character.

OR they could have made any of the other characters trans - Entrapta, Scorpia, Glimmer, or Adora herself would have been good candidates. you know why? because they were actually interesting characters and not 2D vegan horoscope girl stereotypes.

a good example of a canonical trans character is Terry from TDP. he's not a main character, he is introduced as Claudia's boyfriend. he doesn't play a huge role in the narrative but despite this, he is still an interesting and fleshed out character.

for one, him being transmasc is actually canon. he talks about it to Viren, how the other elves treated him like a woman at first and how he chose his own name. and this was done in a natural way without coming off as too sudden or expository.

this serves a purpose other than informing us that he's trans. it also helps to build a connection between him and Viren, who was initially disapproving of Terry but responds to this situation with actual empathy and understanding.

Terry also has some notable moments dedicated to him despite being a side character, like when he had to kill an elf in order to protect Claudia and was plagued with guilt because of it. his relationship with Claudia is also pretty well-written and actually healthy, despite the fact that Claudia is a villain. Terry is also a decently powerful character who is actually useful to the plot.

he is also voiced by a transmasc VA, which definitely helps the case. i'm pretty sure Perfuma's VA is cis.

in short, Terry being trans doesn't seem like an afterthought or fanservice, because it was seamlessly integrated into the story and he was already an interesting character in his own right. he was only introduced in the fourth season and he's already a much better character than Perfuma, who was introduced in the first season (if i recall correctly).

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for 'avoiding' a face reveal?

I (24) met a guy (20) in an online game with voice chat about two to three years ago. We started hanging out on discord after some games and have been friends since, but i feel like im hiding a big secret from him. Im a trans guy but basically pre-everything. when we played the first game i just assumed hed think im a girl anyways and never said anything about it but he heard another player call me by my chosen name during it and thought i was a guy? which blew my mind, kinda. anyways, fast forward he eventually asks about pronouns bc he wasnt sure and i just went "he/they, anything thats not she" and he didn't question it either. When we eventually revealed ages to each other he was surprised i was older bc of my voice but still didnt seem to assume anything but a cis guy with a kinda high vc voice.

Every now and then he brought up the convo of "haha imagine if we suddenly face revealed in vc" but never forced it. i kept kinda going "yeah haha eventually" and he'd let the convo drop for another few months.

Inbetween those he found out i was queer (saw a gay flag on my wall in the back of a cat pic) and asked about it. By his way of questioning and reacting to it i could tell he usually doesn't hang out with people like me and he even did the "i used to have a gay friend once before! but he fell in love with me haha but im not gay though. but i dont judge you" kinda message. overall i dont mind it. my usual friend circles are all some kind of queer so having one separate friendship where im treated as "one of the guys" is really nice too, since i never pass irl or often immediately tell people im trans on discord.

As i mentioned, he sometimes brings up the "imagine face reveal haha" thing every now and then and i always kinda ignore it and turn it down, partly definitely because i fear that seeing my face would clue him in on me just being trans and affecting our friendship or his view of me, since i dont think he has any other connections to queer people in his life currently.

But I also feel bad for constantly ignoring it or going "well eventually :)" and keeping him unaware. AITA for this?

[validdisaster]

I Probably Won't Watch MisMag, But I Think I'm Glad It Exists?

I don't know if this is a valid feeling or some kind of misplaced trauma reaction, but when I hear American leftists/liberals joking about jkr or performing reparative or critical versions of Harry Potter, I sometimes feel a deep... I dunno, unease? I could be wrong, but I'm not sure a lot of international people really understand the kind of grip she has on the UK.

This is a country where transgender people were banned from the panels and review boards for the 2024 Cass Report that would define how trans children were treated in schools, the healthcare they have access to, and the support they have, then gave recommendations that will pave the way for making it more challenging for trans people as a whole to move through society with general dignity, respect, and essential medical care. Meanwhile, the new (leftwing) prime minister, who has refused to make any declarative claim about his beliefs on transgender people, made special time for a meeting with jkr in a bid for votes just a few weeks before the election to assure her he would do basically whatever she said to 'support women and girls' (whatever that means to a woman who has designated herself the arbiter of who is 'too masculine' for girlhood). Now, I'll be honest, that was before her descent into minor Holocaust denial and the Olympics bollocks, but long after she started paling around with people in far-right white supremacist circles. Her voice was considered more important than any medical professional who happens to be trans.

Personally, (and this is just my anecdotal experience) I've had family members, colleagues and even an ex-partner parrot lines almost word-for-word from her essay as an excuse to get away with some pretty nasty behaviour, despite never having read it and not knowing where that was where it came from - that's how much she has permeated British society. I have a difficult, strained, or nonexistent relationship with people who meant a whole lot to me and I don't know if that would still be true if J K Rowling hadn't decided to go off one day. People hurt me who might not have. She's able to use the fact that she's the writer of the Harry Potter books as a kind of cover to gain this legitimacy that lets people hand-wave away or not look closer at some of the most unambiguously bad stuff you can do and say. Again, I do have to say, I'm from a not-very-liberal area and the work I do is mostly manufacturing or call centre (so full of not-very-liberal people). Idk if other parts of the UK are different, but I sure as shit can't afford to live in them.

This might be a personal despair that I need to work through, but I'm just not sure any reparative stories set in echoes of Hogwarts can possibly do any good. She's still here, she's still hurting us, she still has more of a voice in British politics and discourse than the rest of us working together can possibly muster and her past seems like more of a shield to the bad things she's currently doing than something that can be reimagined correctively.

To be fully clear, I'm not criticising the mismag crew here, and I'm not criticising international folks (trans or cis) for not knowing the detailed minutia of what's going on in my very unimportant neck of the woods. I'm just trying to work through my feelings about a person who's done a lot of demonstrable harm to me and mine, and the kind of casualness that I feel like her impact gets treated with sometimes.

I get the sense that a lot of (particularly cis or non-british) leftwing circles treat her like such an obviously-bad punchline gremlin that they forget she's still a bogeyman to some of us, I'm still scared of what she'll do next. And it's weird to see people having fun in the funhouse-mirror version of her passion project. Maybe it's jealousy. I loved Harry Potter and Hogwarts for a long time. Maybe I just miss feeling safe there.

I hope there will be a day I feel safe enough to laugh about her. Maybe it's not such a bad thing that other people are there already?

[fuck-customers]

Guess who got radicalized at her Malwart job today?! This girl. ✋(Sorry this is kinda long, tw transphobia?)

I am a cis girl, but I kinda look like a dude. I'm fat but practically flat chested, I don't wear makeup, and when I wear my long hair up I get called dude and sir a lot. It doesn't really bother me, and most people realize their mistake when they hear my voice or notice my long hair (why long hair=automatic girl idk, but whatever). Even my name could be a boy or a girl's, so it doesn't help people's confusion.

I'm a cart returner at Malwart. The other day I had to go to the bathroom, and rather than walk through the whole store to the employee restrooms in the back, I just used the ones near the entrance. No one was inside when I came in, so I went in a stall and did my business. Even sat on my phone watching videos and playing games for a while because fuck the corporate overlords. While I was in there, I heard a mom and a kid come in. Mom was struggling to help them pull their pants down and go potty, kid was fussing and probably in need of a nap. I don't think anything of it and kept playing games on my phone till I got bored and finished up.

When I left the stall mom and kid were at the sink, and mom whipped her head around to look at me like I had just jumped out and yelled BOO! Whatever, I assume she just didn't know anyone else was in there with her. I give her a smile and go wash my hands. "Excuse me," I hear her say to my left. Again, I don't think anything of this, I just assume she's talking to the kid. I dry my hands and leave. "Ex-CUSE me!" I hear behind me as I leave. I turn around and she's followed me out of the bathroom, tugging the grumpy kid along.

Her: Why were you in the ladies restroom?

Me, confused: Pardon?

Her: You were in the LADIES room!

Me, still confused: ...Yes?

Her: The MENS room is RIGHT THERE!

Me, having a realization: Ma'am what are you implying?

Her: Don't play dumb with me! You were in there with me and my CHILD!

Me: Yes, I was PEEING.

Her: In the WOMENS room! You're DISGUSTING!

She's shouting and people are staring at this point, and a member of asset protection (security basically) comes over. Unfortunately, I still look like a dude, and I don't know this particular coworker.

Security: Is there a problem ma'am?

Her: This MAN was just in the ladies room with me and my CHILD! I didn't know Malwart employed GROOMERS.

Me: Holy shit I was in a STALL and I left as soon as-

Security: Why didn't you go to the employee bathroom?

Me: It's at the back of the store!

Security: Well, I'm just saying, people like you should know you make people uncomfortable.

Me: I'M making people uncomfortable?! And SHE came in after ME! I didn't FOLLOW HER in there!

This went on for a few more minutes till security called for a manager to deal with ME, because I was the problem apparently. Thankfully the manager did know me, and helpfully informed them "She's a woman and she's worked here for 8 years you idiot." The security guy ran off with his tail between his legs and the manager let me go back to my job while she tried to calm down the lady.

Later that same manager came to me and said "Why didn't you just tell her you're a woman?" and I said "Would that have mattered to her? She would have assumed I meant I'm a transwoman anyway. Her mind was made up about me," and the manager just shook her head and said "You just made the whole situation worse"

I made the situation worse. I was harassed just because of what I look like, and I made the situation worse. I gotta admit I used to be pretty "well I can understand why some people would be uncomfortable" about trans people, but now? Fuck transphobes. Fuck ANYONE who would treat someone like shit just because of what they look like.

@staff I HATE the new text editor!

[goshdangronpa]

any of the warriors of hope because those little buggers have been on my mind for months and they won't leave help

(obvs no sexuality stuff because come on man)

Hi, friend! Any of the Warriors of Hope? How about ... all of them?!

Like-like headcanon: Masaru still thinks liking girls is icky and he's not yet aware that boys can like boys. Jataro believes that cooties are real and the grossest cooties are his own. Kotoko is clearly enthusiastic about girls but will have to really sort some stuff out as she gets older. Nagisa was never the type to think that like-liking someone is gross - he's always wanted to get married. Monaca sees the human heart as just another instrument she can play ... but she'll mellow out if given enough time and care, and then, who knows?

Gender headcanon: Masaru is the boyest boy to ever boy ... which is what I tried to be and look how I turned out lmao. Jataro is cis, but his takes on gender are so galaxy-brained that you wouldn't believe he's not on Tumblr. Kotoko will adopt more androgynous affects over time, exploring cuteness outside of traditional femininity. Nagisa can go on for a long time about his view of his own gender, but if asked to summarize, he'd say he doesn't have one. With little to go on besides my own intuition, I'm surprisingly confident that Monaca is a trans boy.

One ship I have with them: Eh, kinda weird to ship them with anyone since they're little kids. Even Kotoko, who at one point in her boss battle declares that she wants to have children with Monaca, probably doesn't like her as much by the end of UDG. Same with Nagisa, poor guy ... but they've all still got each other.

One BroTP I have with them: Gonna use this section to declare which DR teen they'd get along with (note: I haven't played much of DRS). Masaru would be thrilled by Kazuichi, a neon-haired, shark-toothed, funny-voiced goblin man who builds robots, and Kazuichi would rather embarrassingly treasure the validation from a pretty cool kid. Angie would love love love Jataro, though anyone who knows her will make sure someone else supervises them so that arts-n-crafts playtime doesn't become Baby's Second Cult. I think Sayaka and Kotoko would have a lot that they can talk about together, and I believe she'd do everything she can to nurture and protect the kid. Nekomaru and Akane would be a refreshing pair for Nagisa: they'd focus on training his body rather than his mind, but in a way that's actually healthy and clearly caring. Monaca should probably be kept away from most people for now, but Hajime is uniquely suited to be friendly with her ... so they can wax about Nagito's weirdness together.

One NoTP I have with them: I guess anyone? Since, again, they're little kids?

Random headcanon: When Masaru goes on long walks, he looks for long sticks to carry and will exchange them for even bigger ones he finds along the way. Jataro's reading comprehension is poor, but he can already do basic algebra. Kotoko's never felt safer on a film set than when she played a creepy kid in an R-rated horror movie. Nagisa can take catnaps on command for the same reason soldiers do: they never know when their next chance to catch some sleep could be. Monaca may be the rare person who would become a kinder and gentler human being by joining a school theater program.

General opinion: Suitably creepy in their roles as antagonists to Komaru and Toko, crushingly sympathetic in their motivations, and really fun on their own. The Warriors of Hope are just one reason why I'd urge people to try Ultra Despair Girls, even with all the game's faults (especially the ones related to the WoH themselves). It's incredible that Kotoko can be my favorite for her winning personality despite how tastelessly the writers treat her. Jataro also has one of my favorite character voices in Danganronpa, not referring to the vocal performance (which is great!), but to his almost Dadaist dialogue. Ah, I like 'em all!

[loveerran]

I recently posted about trans couples who have children (and talked about how puberty blockers are safe). I have had 3 personal conversations with parents or relatives of trans kids in the last few months. They’re worried about the impact of life-long medical decisions they are making with doctors and their children - and that is understandable. One Mom said to me “It was easy to be supportive before, but now it’s me and my kid and it feels very different”.

Here are some things I would like to tell the parents of trans kids (purely my opinion and specifically on the trans-feminine side):

Social transitions are relatively free and easy to implement. If my AMAB child were transitioning, I would want them to walk a mile in those heels (or more) and see how she feels about every day life as a woman. The gender non-conforming umbrella is wide. Not everyone will want a full-time/complete binary transition. I have a genderfluid friend who likes spending time in both worlds and identifies as a crossdresser. She is a real and valid person. Detransition is also real and there should always be a way for the child to reverse course if this isn't for them. And in my opinion, the child needs to know that specifically. I might ask my child “If we moved far away to a place where folks didn’t know you, would you want to continue presenting this way or go back?”

I have spent significant amounts of time studying the subject, and believe puberty blockers are very safe. Leuprorelin has been administered to tens of thousands of kids (and even more adults), worldwide, for decades. No long-term cases of sterility/infertility have ever been recorded. Concerns about negative side effects or lack of natal pubertal transition tend to be hypothetical. I believe those potential negative consequences should be explored and puberty blockers should not be restricted until/when negative consequences are identified. We prescribe many medications, readily, with far more significant, and proven, negative side effects. As just one example, many anti-depressants have significant side effects and carry a 'black box' FDA warning. But we understand that some risk is acceptable in treating important underlying conditions with these drugs. Also, if your child stops taking puberty blockers, then no one will be able to tell they were ever on them in a few years.

The effects of ‘cross-sex’ hrt (hormone replacement therapy) are generally reversible, particularly for trans girls. A former trans girl who stops hrt will develop a masculine voice and primary/secondary sex characteristics just like any cis male. Trans men who went through female puberty and then transition are noted for passing and no one ever realizing. The same is far more true of AMAB individuals who identified as trans women and then detransitioned.

Gender confirmation surgery (aka: Sex reassignment surgery) is permanent and final, but that won’t be your decision to make or even participate in except as a counselor and friend, because your child will be a legal adult at that point.

I want to emphasize that detransitioning is real, and the pain of people who have detransitioned is real. Some people start down this path and realize it isn’t for them. I want to support those individuals with a way out that doesn't also close the doors for those for whom transition is the best course of action. Fortunately, most everything up until final surgeries is largely reversible.

Medical intervention for gender dysphoria can be a very good and important thing in a trans kid’s life. Not all the decisions will be yours to make as a parent. Many will be made with your child and the input of competent medical professionals.

And one other thing for parents of trans kids who read this blog: It will almost certainly work out. Your love and support will mean the world to your children.

[catgirlsisbreeding2]

"Okay, so, like--I'm gonna help as much as I can. Because of your… your everything, some things will be a little different, but some things I still think I can help you out a bit."

"Okay…" She stood awkwardly in the doorway of her older brother's room. She almost regretted asking him about masturbating, but she couldn't back out now.

He turned to look at his laptop. "So, it's mostly easiest if you have uh. If you have some porn. of some kind. Are you… do you like guys?"

"Yeah. I mean. Girls are okay? but I get like, flutters and shit whenever i look at or think about this g-- when i think about guys."

"Heh, I'm uh. I'm gonna leave you alone about your crush for now. Best of luck, though! That's a little harder for porn though, uh. The scene for good straight porn starring trans woman is… kinda dire." He clicked through some thumbnail pages on some incredibly sketchy-looking websites before sighing. "So rather than wading through that, do you think it'd be okay to just throw something on with a cis woman?"

"Um. Sure? I haven't--i haven't watched a lot of porn, so whatever's fine. Oh, god, this is so weird."

"Hey, it's okay! But, like. yeah. it is kinda weird, but it's fine! It's fine. So uh… I was thinking something hands-on for a demonstration, right? So…" He opened up a video, pausing it at the start. "You can sit between my legs, and I can show you what I think will work the best. Sound good?"

"Sounds good."

He shuffled onto the bed and spread his legs, patting the spot in front of him. She slid onto the bed and giggled as he grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. "Wait, waitwaitwait, i need to hit play!" She leaned forward and clicked 'play' on her brother's laptop and the cheesy 'plot' section of the porn video started playing quietly through the tinny speakers.

"Okay, so, um. You probably don't really get hard, right?"

"Uhm. Sometimes? not really like i think guys do, though, so… sorry."

"No! no, it's fine i just need to think a bit. I guess--do you want to keep your skirt on, or lose it or…"

"Oh! Oh. I guess…" She frowned. "I should probably take it off." She started to wiggle toward the edge of the bed before her brother wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Get back here. You don't need to take it off--it's loose, we could probably just pull it up? You look so pretty in it. But… could i take your panties off underneath it?"

"Um! Sure!"

The two wiggled a bit, working her underwear past her butt so he could slide them off her legs. "Gonna keep these with all the other girls' panties I've 'liberated,'" he said, winking as he set them aside. "Now. Can we touch your clit?"

She nodded, holding her hand out. He took her hand and she gasped as he snuck their hands inside the waistband of her skirt, tickling through her pubic hair before gently pressing against her clit.

"Okay, so--even if yours is shaped kind of like mine, we can't treat her quite the same. So we'll rub her a little bit to wake her up." She bit her lip as he gently ran their joined fingers up and down the side of her clit. "I'm glad our parents didn't do the circumcision thing--I'm whatever about mine, but i think you'll appreciate having a hood."

"Mmmm it uh. It's nice having a bit of coverage on HER?" Her voice hitched into a yelp as her brother reached up her top and tweaked a nipple. She turned, looking at him over her shoulder, and he winked again.

"Mine aren't all that sensitive, but I thought yours might be. And that feels good, right? Having your tits played with while you touch yourself?"

"Y--yeah. Yeah, it feels good."

"Good. Yeah, lean back against me like that. Keep touching your clit, I'll show you something else." He pulled his hand back, grabbing a bottle of lube next to the bed. "Oh, my sister looks so beautiful touching herself like that."

He hiked his sister's skirt up, coated his fingers in lube, then reached down past where her hand was rubbing the bottom of her clit. "The angle on this can be just a little tricky, but~" He pressed against her asshole, covering it in lube, gently pressing until it yielded, and his finger slipped in.

She moaned, then whipped her hand up to cover her mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't--"

"No that's good. I mean, sometimes it's good to learn how to be quiet, but you don't need to right now. Just make all those happy noises for your brother." He wiggled his finger, staying shallow and pressing around her rim to help her loosen. "I'm gonna be looking for something, and I think you're gonna let me know when I've found it."

He bent his wrist and pressed slightly deeper before hooking his finger and brushing something in her that made her breath catch before-- "Oh, Fuck! Oh jesus oh my god, shit ugh, oh, shit, i thi-MMF. fuck, think you found it fuuuuck." Her voice trailed off in a groan as her brother ground his finger on her prostate.

"Yeah, there she is. There's my slutty sister. You know how happy I was when you asked me to help with this? You feel how hard I am against your ass right now? I can't wait to fuck you with my dick, but for now…" He pinched her nipple and pressed hard on her prostate. "I can just press against you and feel you cum for me. Can you do that, sis? Can you cum for your brother?"

She was drowning. Pressing on her clit, feeling her brother grind on her butt and finger her prostate and pull on her nipple, she was rushing headlong until--her vision went white, fire pulsing from her core out through every limb as the came, twitching all over her body as cum dribbled over her hand onto her skirt and the sheets. Her brother's hands gentled, gently holding her as she came down from her high. She finally sighed deeply, flopping her head back to rub against her brother's cheek. "Fuck. That was. Fuck? Holy shit."

He laughed, snagging a tissue from his nightstand to wipe his finger. "So, can I take that as a mark of approval?"

"Fucking… fuck. Yeah. Yeah I approve, fuck. Lemme. Gimme a second to reboot. Fuck that was amazing, I've never felt like that." She tried to sit up, but could only manage a squirm before falling back against her brother.

"Although--fuck, sis, you really got that skirt." She looked down to see a big dark spot staining the front of her skirt.

"Oh. Uh. I didn't bring an extra…"

"I mean. I have a washer, although I guess I'll just have to have a hot girl lounge around in her panties while we wait for the load to finish. What a hardship."

She twisted, trying to reach back and smack her brother's head before giving up, huffing. "Fine. I guess I can hang around in my panties with the guy who just--apparently--made me cum my brains out for a while. What a hardship."

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okay so this was inspired by this post:

big brother who teaches his little sister how to touch herself >.< setting up his laptop in front of them, playing some stupid porn he doesn’t even care about.

[wrathofrats]

Day 6. Cream pie/pegging

Prompts by @kroas-adtam !!

Ifrit x mist

Ifrit begs mist to peg him. Mist makes the situation as bad as possible for him.

1k Featuring: fake cum, humiliation/degro (as usual, y’all know what you’re here for) forcefem, using the word cunt/Pussy to refer to ifrit but he’s cis. Calling him a virgin. Cream pie. I really ran with the mist idea here huh. Also mist is a stone top because I said so.

Mist has always been a particular brand of compelling.

She’s often the voice of leadership behind alpha, often is the one who makes sure everyone is where they need to be and that they’re doing what they need to be doing. She completely revels in being in charge, especially being around such large, stoic ghouls.

So when ifrit comes to her door, unable to look her in the eyes asking her to fuck him?

She can barely stop herself from making the situation as bad as possible for him.

Though she’s sure that’s why ifrit is there, why would he ask her of all ghouls?

“You’re asking me to fuck you? Don’t want the real thing do you, you want me” she all but smiles and laughs.

Though Ifrit is easily over a foot taller than her, he feels small. Feels embarrassed about asking for it. He nods meekly.

“Be useful then. Strip, lay on the bed”

He scrambles over himself to listen to her. Easily rids himself of his clothing and lays down against her soft sheets, already half hard. It’s still a shameful feeling to be completely exposed while he watches mist intently start to put on her strap on, still completely clothed. He assumed she would stay like that. Always one to try and add any bit of extra shame if she could, to solidify her position in charge. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that it turned him on even more.

It’s not until he sees what she’s picked out for him that he realizes what her plan actually is.

The dildo she picked out was large and thick, a blue color, but that’s not what caught his attention.

It was the large syringe that was attached to it.

“Do you like it?” Mist catches his eye. It’s not hard to notice how ifrit blushes with the idea of what she has planned for him. A particular heat of knowing mist was going to fill him up with a fake simulated cum, the fact that mist was going to fill him at all, and that she planned for this?

Before ifrit could realize it mist was already kneeling on the bed beside him. She looked amused, like she knew exactly what he was thinking.

“Oh, are you excited? Want me to fill your cunt?” Her voice is quiet, low and sultry. Ifrit doesn’t respond, attempts to redirect his gaze.

“Is that not what you want? If you’re not grateful for what i have for you, I’m more than welcome to give it to someone more deserving”

“No, please” ifrit squeaks out.

“Then say it. Tell me how much you want it” he can’t. The words don’t come out.

“Ifrit I don’t like to play games, tell me how much you want me to fill your cunt or you are welcome to leave” she’s being cruel, she’s knows that. But it’s so satisfying to see ifrit come undone beneath her at the simple feminine terms, being treated like her bitch. She’s absolutely running with the power trip and she knows that.

“Mist … please just fuck me don’t make me please” he whines. If mist was any dumber she would’ve believed there may have been tears in his eyes.

“Say it. I won’t ask again”

“Fuck- mist, please fill my cunt”

“There’s a good boy”

Mist starts to work her fingers into him, slow and thoughtfully. She humS thoughtfully,

"or are you my good girl tonight?" It’s a tone that's purely mocking.

Ifrit gets real flustered over it too,

“no.” he barely chokes it out. “ im not a good girl.“

“Oh? Well I only fuck good girls” mist retracts her hand and ifrit practically lunges to try to and keep her in place.

He stammers, curses, his tail wraps around her wrist

and he buries his face in the bed and tries to mumble it once,

“Speak up”

"fuck Mist, i-i'll be a good girl just give it to me-“ he groans.

“There you go, was that so hard?” Mist just smiles at him and once again starts to work her fingers in him, slow punctuated movements.

“Mist please just fuck me already” he begs

“I’ve gotta stretch you out baby, your cunt is so tight, no one ever fuck you properly?”

Every single thing goes straight to his head. Loosening his grip on coherency. He doesn’t even respond to her, just tries to stifle a pathetic whimper he knows she would chastise him for if he decided to be as loud as he wants to be.

“No? Never had a cock up this tight pussy of yours?” Her smile is down right sadistic as ifrit squirms under the words. She continues to pick at the fraying threads of his sanity, like it’s a game. She likely believes it is.

“Oh …. So you’re a virgin sweetheart?”

Ifrits hand flys to cover his mouth as he tries not to sob at the words. He bites down on his tongue and tries to focus on his breathing. Tries not to cry for her, though he knows she would love that. He borders on wanting to beg for it pathetically or not give her the satisfaction, though knowing mist she will pull it out of him one way or another.

“Wow, you poor thing.” She tsks. A mocking sympathy. “So I get to pop my good girls cherry?”

Ifrit fully sobs at the statement

He doesn’t look up at her, knows she probably has a sadistic grin as she starts to assemble her strap on, he can hear it move into place as she rubs his thighs with her other hand.

“Ready for it baby?”

He nods.

It feels bigger than he thought it would. She barely gives him time to adjust before fucking into him properly. She uses both hands to push his legs against his chest, holding him in place. He breathes heavily, breathy curses and whimpers falling from his lips as mist pounds into him. The small ghoulette was surprisingly powerful, forceful with her thrusts. His hands scramble to find purchase in the sheets.

“Come on, you can take it baby, such a good girl for me” she coos at him.

He feels like a sick form of entertainment and it makes a tight heat coil in his stomach. The fact that mist isn’t getting anything out of this besides watching him come undone beneath her. She never wants anything back besides watching someone completely fall apart at her hand, and ifrit fucking loves it.

He yelps as a hand wraps around his cock.

“Mist - mist I won’t last please” he cries

“I know. Want to come for me? Want me to fill your cunt?”

“Mist please just let me cum please” he tries desperately one last time to beg her not to say it.

“Beg me to fill you. Tell me how much you want my cum” she commands as she tightly grips the base of his cock.

“Fuck- fill me mist, cum in me please fill my cunt” he cries out as mist lets go and strokes him properly.

It only takes a couple touches before he comes apart completely, shooting thick and hot all over her hand and stomach.

Mist pushes in the syringe, filling ifrit with the fake cum. It’s warm, wet, he feels messy, he can’t get enough of it.

“There you go, so good for me, nice and full arent you?”

[beanghostprincess]

Ohhhh dark princess beanghost deliverer of all that good good Sanuso, deliver upon us your forbidden and darkest knowledge of transfem!Usopp!Sanuso. Is she in lesbians with transfem Sanji? Are they T4T transfemxtransmasc? Did cis, Bi guy Sanji manage to find the only woman in the OP universe who finds him charming (and it just happens to be the first one that he truly and honestly actually falls in love so deeply with in a way none of his crushes ever even compared to because of course Usopp is beautiful and sexy but she’s also silly and KIND and smart and his best friend and he cannot shut up about her? ) Please please tell us what you think I want some more transfem Usopp in my life

You ask, I deliver and share my knowledge. Don't use this fantastic and dark, magical information for the evil.

Okay, so I absolutely love all of these ideas for Transfem!Usopp and Sanuso. My favorite probably is them being lesbians and dating because if you can make a ship sapphic, do it. Always. It's the best thing you can do to a ship. Turn them into women. Makes it 100% better. Probably saying this because I am a lesbian myself and I love sapphic couples. But yes.

So, I actually love the whole Cis guy Sanji falling for Transfem!Usopp, but I'm gonna mix both ideas because I am a genius and I just had a revelation.

Usopp comes out as a trans girl to the crew when they find each other at Sabaody after two years. Everyone accepts her, of course, and Nami couldn't be happier to have her in the girls' room now (they're so best friends I love them). Sanji, after his time at Momoiro Island, takes it well. As well as he can take it, of course, having in mind that he still doesn't understand the whole concept of being trans yet (he feels such fury and hatred towards it... Why would that be, I wonder). He still feels weird around it, but when it's Usopp the one to say she's a girl... It's different, now. Sanji starts to understand everything better.

It's not like Usopp changes that much, after that. Her hair is longer and she still keeps it messy or in a low ponytail. Her clothes are basically the same, but now with a bit more of femininity to them. Sanji doesn't know how to put it, but the way she moves and speaks and dresses now is a bit different, yet completely the same. Perhaps it's just him. Perhaps seeing her as a woman has changed him, even if Usopp hasn't changed much. Whatever- Sanji has everything under control (or so he says) because, even if Usopp is a girl, she's still his best friend. They're best friends. They established that two years ago and it still remains a true fact.

Usopp does get the gentleman treatment from Sanji, of course. She might be his best friend but she's still a girl (a very, very beautiful girl with a wonderful brain and looks and voice and-) and the cook can't hold back from literally throwing up hearts and bleeding everywhere whenever he sees her. The sniper (who may or may not have the hugest crush on Sanji) appreciates this gesture, thinking at first that it's just Sanji's way of telling her that she accepts her. She thinks that he's faking all of this. At first, of course. Because then it becomes genuine and constant and she kind of understands how Nami feels, because damn the guy is annoying most of the time. But also, well- Usopp loves being loved by him, even if it's in the same way for every other girl he meets.

The things is... Sanji doesn't feel like he's the same with other girls. He acts like that with them because that's how a man should treat a woman (worshipping her completely), but he does all of this for Usopp because, well, that's his best friend. His sniper. And the way she makes him feel is something he has never actually experienced before. Sanji realizes, then, while their relationship keeps growing (holding hands, stargazing together, hidden smiles, obvious blushes, nervous laughter, all their moments alone...) that it's not only the fact that he's probably in love with Usopp (wow, surprising, right?) but... He kind of wants to be like her?

Sanji puts the thought aside, though. Love is more important. Love. Whatever he feels for Usopp. He has never, ever experienced this before, unlike what most people might think. And it's driving him crazy. Because what is he supposed to do when the love he feels is too much to not show it and too scary to make Usopp know? So burying his feelings deep down with the hope they'll disappear soon is the answer to everything! (Don't do this, Sanji is just stupid).

But of course, the feelings don't go away. He just falls even more and more and more for her. From the way she laughs to the way she talks excitedly about her new creations. And she's the same Usopp he used to know, just a bit different and, well, happier. More confident. Way sexier now that she acts more freely. Sanji can't handle this. Especially when it comes hand in hand with the poisonous sensation that he tries hard to keep at bay. The envy. The longing. The wanting to be free, like that. Sanji dreams a lot about the dress he used to wear back at Momoiro. It felt good on his skin. Something felt good on his skin for once.

Whatever. It doesn't have to mean antyhing. He's just in love with Usopp, that can accept it. And wanting to be like the girls he constantly cherishes isn't that weird. He had his moment in Punk Hazard with Nami's body, right? It isn't- It isn't weird.

Then Whole Cake Island happens, and everything starts crumbling down around him. First of all because he's gonna end up getting married to a girl he doesn't even know, leaving the real love of his life behind. And second, because he's starting to realize some stuff he didn't want to admit before- But being so close to men. To the men who hurt him. Thinking so much about the way he loved his mom... How much Reiju says he looks like her and how little bothered he is by that, in fact wanting to look more and more like her. Long hair. Long eyelashes. Beautiful, beautiful woman.

He thinks about Usopp a lot, there, when he feels trapped. About her smile and her eyes and her voice and her outfits that are not feminine at all and yet still feel meant to be worn by a woman. He thinks about the way he loves her, so deeply and unconditionally and both physically and emotionally. He thinks about wanting to share that experience of freedom with her, and thinks that- Well. Sometimes- Sometimes he thinks about dresses. And make up. And how being called a princess would still hurt but would hurt only because of the meaning behind of the word and not because of the word itself. And Reiju tells him about it. About their mom and that the way he acts isn't because of being weak, but human. And then she mentions that well, of course she has empathy, she's a girl. And Sanji wonders if it's, maybe and just maybe, the same for him.

Her.

Yeah. That feels good enough.

She realizes suddenly, everything she had been bottling up, making her heart explode into a million pieces. Then the pieces are all put together by Luffy, who's the first to know. Sanji tells him about wanting- About maybe being a woman. Luffy only smiles and says that he likes the way Sanji smiles when she pronounces the word. That those are great news, even, because Sanji would never hurt a woman, and all of this (running away and forcing Luffy to leave her alone) is hurting her. So she has to come back to the crew for a woman to be happy. It doesn't make any sense, but Sanji cries anyway.

So, stuff happens. Sanji has a lot of time to think. And then they get to Wano. It's not the best time to come out, honestly, but she has to do it or else they will probably end up burnt to death by a big ass dragon before she can actually be herself fully. She doesn't have the guts to tell Usopp privately, even if she wants her to be at least the second one to know, so she tells the whole crew (and Torao, for some reason, because he's always there). She doesn't stop looking at Usopp's eyes, though. For something like... Acceptance? Support? Understanding? Love? Sanji isn't sure, but it makes talking about this easier.

Once again, everyone accepts it, of course. Zoro makes a joke about her just wanting to be in the girls room, and she doesn't even have to kick her because Robin is the one to smack him in the head without her extra arm being noticed right away. It's not a huge change because they can't do much now, but Kinemon gives her a proper kimono for her. She feels... So pretty.

Usopp tells her she looks pretty, so happy and joyful and proud of Sanji it makes the cook melt under her gaze. She notices a bit of blush, too, on her best friend's face, so she takes her to a private place to talk things out. To actually talk things out.

Sanji confesses that her new self is basically thanks to Usopp, and so she thanks her with a shy smile and a laugh. And Usopp hugs her. Tight. It almost makes them both cry. And Sanji doesn't really know why it happens or how it happens or- Or even when, but Usopp kisses her. And she moves away as quickly as she leaned in, starting to mutter anxious words under her breath and apologizing for using this moment to confess, but she just couldn't go into such dangerous adventure without making Sanji know first.

The weight on Sanji's shoulders disappears, and the urge to kiss Usopp back becomes stronger than anything else.

Long story short, because it's nighttime and I work tomorrow morning: Sanji and Usopp move to the girls' room, which means work for Franky to make it wider. Sanji is more femme fatale while Usopp goes more for a nerdy, messy vibe. And they start dating, of course, and become the most annoying sapphic couple in this ship. Also, Sanji grows her hair long for her mom and Usopp loves to help her taking care of it. If they call Ivankov or not for a lil bit of help with her bodies, that's up to you, but I like the thought of Sanji wanting to change her whole body (except her killer thighs grrr) and Usopp like, wanting boobs but not too big and also still keeping the lower parts bc, and I quote: "Why would you want something that's harder to pee with?" and even Nami would agree.

They're the cheesiest and clingiest most beautiful couple ever. Live laugh love transfem Sanuso.

[crosbyism]

Yeah one of my issues regarding who is feminized in hrpf has a lot to do with trends. Like nothing wrong with feminizing the more physically slender, smaller guys on its own, but I do definitely notice how the lion's share of feminization (and transmasc fics 🤔🤔🤔) are exclusively about skinny, hairless twinks (because of their natural unchangeable biological features which are often considered to correlate to gender expression :/). I rejoice when I find the rare content that feminizes the larger, harrier men (esp as a larger, harrier, often feminine guy) cause it's so rare, especially in comparison. That's one of my side eyes towards the fandom overall about it, that it comes down to biological differences influencing the ratios and trends rather than anything wrong with specifically writing about mitch marner or jack hughes as a pillow princess bottom or whatever. Have some imagination! The possibilities are endless!

friend we are vibing on the same wavelengths. u get it so hard. this definitely articulates it so well, especially this: “…because of their natural unchangeable biological features which are often considered to correlate to gender expression” like yeah. you’re so right, and this put the finger on exactly what bothers me about it too. i wonder if people who aren’t naturally hairy don’t realise how independent it is of enjoying feminisation or feminine expression? i mean, my irl experience even skews towards: the bigger and hairier, the likelier it is a person will enjoy a little bit of femininity. rather than the fandom trend of: less hairy = more fem.

i keep thinking about this fantastically charismatic drag performer where i live, who is a fully bearded bear out of drag. but the way she moves when she’s performing; i mean aside from just being one of the most captivating performers i’ve ever seen there is simply no question that she is performing as her onstage, you know? one of the most feminine and elegant people i’ve ever seen in my life, bearded bear stature or no. and there’s so much joy in that kind of queer expression, y’know? the lacy stocking on a thick hairy thigh. there’s so much potential for it in fic, too. i miss it in fandom sometimes, i wish there was more of it.

there’s also the very pertinent aspect of, as you put it so succinctly, this issue in transmasc fics 🤔🤔🤔 (sorry but the emojis are SO ON POINT, saw them and went: CORRECT). it’s all fun and games only feminising the twinks as cis dudes, but there’s a hella lotta yikes and straight up transphobia involved once only those guys get assigned trans. i’ve seen a lot of fetishisation in a “fem boypussy”, “treat him like a teenage girl, violent misogyny included” kinda way. gives me hives, makes me feel queasy.

of course, individually these are just singular people writing what they wanna write. once again, fandom trends are just an aggregation of individual preferences within a fandom. but it’s really noticeable how skewed the trend is in terms of who gets feminised and how they get feminised. i have never in my life seen a fic where, for example, trans leon draisaitl gets violently dubcon’d and treated like a female sex object in a misogynistic hentai porn way. mitch marner, on the other hand…….. well, there’s dozens. and it’s worth noting that.

[bernie sanders meme voice] i am once again asking for varied and creative gender play in hrpf

[artsy-the-little-pink-pencil]

Hey guys, so I was watching TADC again and I just could not get over the amount of abstracted characters and I started wondering how they abstracted and who they were as people? So I did just that! Happy reading

Sparky - She was a girl who was just an absolute pick me. She radiated toxic positivity, she was like the mean popular girl, think of Ocean O’conell from Ride the Cyclone or Regina George from Mean Girls. She was two faced, passive aggressive, and talked shit about everyone behind everyone’s back.

Reason she abstracted: Queenie called her out on her bullshit and everyone agreed they felt the same, Sparky felt alone and worthless, cue abstraction.

Age when she joined: 19

Age when she abstracted: 31

Height: 5’7

Age Now: 35

Fave Color: Golden Yellow

Sexuality and Gender: Straight Ally (Closeted Lesbian) Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality Type: ESFP

Zodiac: Gemini

Home State/Country: Texas (French American)

Birthday: May 25 1989

Year she joined: 2008

Year she abstracted: 2020

Voice Claim: SquaisheyQuack

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Spike - The big seemingly intimidating gym guy but is actually the super nice uncle who helps you with sets, life advice, and is a super good friend. Doesn’t judge anyone, holds no grudges, and is kind of a himbo. Very tall and muscular.

Reason he abstracted: experience workout burnout, got overweight and depressed, and no one was there for him like he was for them.

Age when he joined: 30

Age when he abstracted: 43

Height: 20 ft (On all fours) 55 ft (on hind legs)

Age Now: 48

Fave Color: Purple

Sexuality and Gender: Straight Ally Genderfluid

Pronouns: All Pronouns are fine

Personality Type: ENFJ

Zodiac: Leo

Home State/Country: Florida (Australian American)

Birthday: Aug 10 1976

Year he joined: 2006

Year he abstracted: 2019

Voice Claim: Greg Eagles (Grim from The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)

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Bliptzy - Very naive child who believes everything she is told. Easily manipulated and led astray. 100% adopted by Kinger and Queenie. Treated everyone with kindness and was loved by all. She was always around to help the others with tasks, she was almost like a butler to them and was proud of it. She is the result of gentle parenting that worked. Until she hit her teenage years.

Reason she abstracted: Once she hit her teenage years, she started hating her body, wishing she could leave and go home to her actual parents, she started lashing out at others, treating others like shit and constantly throwing tantrums.

Age when she joined: 9

Age when she abstracted: 20

Height: 3’2

Age Now: 25

Fave Color: Lavender

Sexuality and Gender: Non-Binary and Pansexual

Pronouns: It/It’s

Personality Type: ESFJ

Zodiac: Virgo

Home State/Country: Nevada (Canadian American)

Birthday: Aug 31 1999

Year it joined: 2009

Year it abstracted: 2019

Voice Claim: Cozy Glow (MLP)

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Pinkie - Another Himbo, but very shy and is easily swayed by other’s opinions, to the point where they had none of their own, no opinions, no boundaries, no wants or desires, and no identity of their own, only going by what other people said about them. They are the walking definition of a people pleaser and yet somehow, no one liked them for that. They never even had a real connection with anyone there, they just lurked around the circus. Used arm canes.

Reason they abstracted: Realised they had no identity, no opinions, no boundaries, and no one even liked them for what they were.

Age when they joined: 16

Age when they abstracted: 18

Height: 10’0

Age Now: 25

Fave Color: Pink

Sexuality and Gender: Androsexual and Bigender

Pronouns: He/Him, She/Her

Personality Type: INFP

Zodiac: Libra

Home State/Country: Michigan (Indian American)

Birthday: Sep 24 1999

Year he joined: 2015

Year he abstracted: 2017

Voice Claim: Rebecca Root (Misabel from Moominvalley)

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Stringly - A mute and deaf teenager who was bullied the majority of his life. The “Alpha kid”, the “Ricky Potts” kid. Very wild imagination and loved computer games and reading comics. Never went outside unless he had to. Is autistic and has many fidget toys that he hates sharing. Despite being mute, he makes up for that by being overly animated, like a Disney cartoon. Definitely a furry

Reason he abstracted: Realised he will never be able to express his emotions verbally, he wished to speak but never could, his thoughts were only trapped in his mind, and no one could understand what he was trying to say. Just like in real life, he felt alone with no one on his side. Don’t ask why he has a British accent, no one knows.

Age when he joined: 17

Age when he abstracted: 29

Height: 6’6

Age Now: 32

Fave Color: Orange

Sexuality and Gender: Gay and Demiboy

Pronouns: He/They

Personality Type: INFJ

Zodiac: Pisces

Home State/Country: South Carolina (Indian American)

Birthday: March 2 1992

Year he joined: 2009

Year he abstracted: 2021

Voice Claim: StampyLongHead

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Jackles - a Jack-in-the-box who is always overly dramatic and sad. Obsessed with Shakespeare, Macbeth and English History. He’s a pick me but in like, “Oh I’m not gonna get the lead, why would anyone pick me” kind of way. Is always looking for attention and putting himself down to get said attention. He fakes being depressed and heavily yearns for attention just like any theatre kid. Says he’s horrible at singing, but is actually really good and can sing baritone opera.

Reason he abstracted: He actually did become depressed, but by then everyone had already realised it was an act and didn’t care when he went no contact with anyone leaving him to his thoughts.

Age when he joined: 23

Age when he abstracted: 30

Height: 7’5

Age Now: 33

Fave Color: Grey

Sexuality and Gender: AroAce and Genderfluid

Pronouns: He/They

Personality Type: INFJ

Zodiac: Scorpio

Home State/Country: Idaho (Italian African American)

Birthday: Nov 12 1991

Year he joined: 2014

Year they abstracted: 2021

Voice Claim: Astarion (BG3)

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Mippsy - Literally the most basic girl ever, no personality, no aspirations, no talent, no style, no nothing. The most blank stare ever, the biggest bimbo around, dead weight, No thoughts, head empty, not a single thought behind those eyes, extremely forgetful, has the iq of a goldfish cracker, think of Karen from Mean Girls or Heather MacNamera from Heathers.

Reason she abstracted: One day she suddenly became hyper-aware of her surroundings, what she was and the fact that she was just a puppet both figuratively and literally.

Age when she joined: 15

Age when she abstracted: 27

Height: 4’9

Age Now: 29

Fave Color: Pale Aqua

Sexuality and Gender: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality Type: ISFJ

Zodiac: Pisces

Home State/Country: Iowa (American)

Birthday: Feb 19 1995

Year she joined: 2010

Year she abstracted: 2022

Voice Claim: Karen (Mean Girls the Musical)

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Wizzy - A very calm and wise sorcerer. Has always been able to look into the future and tell others exactly how their day will go. Is always the voice of reason and was a dad figure to all, even Ragatha. He would put on magic shows for the others when they were feeling down, but yet no one did the same for him. Always spoke in magic tongues, only Jackles understood what he was saying. He could fly and help Caine with coming up with adventures. (This was before I learned about his actual form and just went off of the very blurry frame in the pilot)

Reason he abstracted: He looked into the future and saw that he was going to abstract and tried his hardest not to.

Age when he joined: 26

Age when he abstracted: 39

Height: 7’1

Age Now: 48

Fave Color: Electric Blue

Sexuality and Gender: Bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality Type: INTP

Zodiac: Aquarius

Home State/Country: Louisiana (Romanian American)

Birthday: Feb 1 1976

Year he joined: 2002

Year he abstracted: 2015

Voice Claim: God (Prince of Egypt)

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Venus - A very promiscuous woman, who always knew what she was worth. Very confident in herself and never let anyone change her mind about herself, not even Jax, but would get upset and angry easily, and with each outburst, her leaves and flowers fell apart more and more. She then became too hard on herself and forced herself to stay beautiful forever. (This was before I learned about her actual form and just went off of the very blurry frame in the pilot)

Reason she abstracted: She lost her confidence and beauty with each outburst and lost herself in her chase after her once perfect form.

Age when she joined: 21

Age when she abstracted: 29

Height: 8’0

Age Now: 34

Fave Color: Leaf Green

Sexuality and Gender: Lesbian and Trans Woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality Type: ESTP

Zodiac: Taurus

Home State/Country: North Carolina (Greek American)

Birthday: April 21 1990

Year she joined: 2011

Year she abstracted: 2019

Voice Claim: Queen Chrysalis (MLP)

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Kaufmo - Was a loveable clown and always made jokes and acts for the others. He was a typical clown, with an over the top Roger Rabbit like voice. At first the others enjoyed his acts, as it was a nice distraction from the day’s traumatic adventure, same for him, he often used humour to cope with his trauma and eventually, his “jokes” became self deprecating and condescending to others, which then led to jabs and passive aggressive remarks of the others actions. He soon grew bitter of his friends, and the circus in general, finally seeing the hell that it was.

Reason he abstracted: After becoming more bitter and bitter over the years, his jokes declined and drove a wedge between himself and his friends, leaving him alone in his thoughts.

Age when he joined: 19

Age when he abstracted: 38

Height: 6’3

Age Now: 39

Fave Color: Neon Yellow

Sexuality and Gender: Bisexual, Panromantic, Demisex/rom Cis male

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality Type: ENTP

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Home State/Country: Alabama (Irish American)

Birthday: Nov 30 1985

Year he joined: 2004

Year he abstracted: 2023

Voice Claim: Jack Black

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Queenie - A wonderful woman who was the mother figure to all. She was very kind and caring, always giving advice when asked, and was always so put together and calm, even during the most dangerous of situations, she always had a plan for everything. Was very fun to be around, despite her grandeur, she had a youthfulness to her. Was very competitive and hated losing to anyone.

Reason she abstracted: Over the years, the pressure of being “Queen” got to her head and became narcissistic, truly believing she was the queen of not only the circus, but the world, she thought the world revolved around her and everyone was but a mere peasant in her eyes, even Kinger would be afraid of her wrath. If anyone were to dare disobey her, a world of hell would be brought upon them, she’d make their life a living hell and never forgive them. But once Jax destroyed her garden to “humble” her, she lost it, demanding that Jax fix it at once but Jax only told her, “This is just a game, and your status means nothing here” she abstracted on the spot. Kinger has never trusted him since.

Age when she joined: 26

Age when she abstracted: 43

Height: 6’9

Age Now: 49

Fave Color: Blood Red

Sexuality and Gender: Straight Ally and Cis Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality Type: ESTJ

Zodiac: Capricorn

Home State/Country: Birmingham England (English) Moved to Minnesota when she was little

Birthday: Dec 26 1975

Year she joined: 2001

Year she abstracted: 2018

Voice Claim: Mitski

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[kanerallels]

My first Februfluff fic for @monthly-challenge! For the prompt "sharing food" I FINALLY finished a Valiant fic. It's three chapters long over on AO3 (and technically the food sharing doesn't happen until the last chapter, but it's close enough) but they're pretty short, and you can also read the full thing under the cut!

Read on AO3

1.

The police were already there when he pulled into the Reggen family estate’s driveway. Technically, Federal Marshalls weren’t first responders, but Galen had been called anyway. It was his family who lived here, after all— and his CI who was involved in the incident, allegedly.

As he strode towards the front door, flashing his badge to the cop who moved to stop him, Galen could already hear Eldin shouting. “This is unacceptable— I am not allowing some deceptive criminal to stay in my house and endanger our family!”

There was a response in a lower voice— Lissa, Galen guessed— and Eldin let out a laugh that bordered on hysterical. “Not her fault? Oh, no, how could it be? She only CHALLENGED AN ENTIRE GANG!”

Galen located the source of the noise— the study, which he still thought of as Torren’s even after he’d been gone for a few years now— and pushed the door open. Eldin was standing behind the desk, face flushed red with frustration, and Lissa stood before him, her face set impassively. They both looked up at his arrival.

“About time,” Eldin snapped, glaring at him. “Our home is under assault, and it’s your little criminal’s fault, Verras.”

It took a bit of a struggle to keep his face impassive, avoiding the grimace he felt. Eldin was far from his most reasonable at the moment, and this situation was going to be hard to deal with. “I heard there was an incident,” Galen said, his voice steady.

“Someone drove by and threw a brick through the window,” Lissa said. Her voice was far less hysterical than Eldin’s, but still a little unsteady as she continued, “The brick has the Duke’s symbol on it.”

“Which means it’s a message,” Eldin said, folding his arms and scowling. “And that message says that we’re being endangered by that Gramton girl and her brat.”

Don’t lash out. Stay calm, you know it won’t help. “Saville is in danger, too,” Galen said, keeping his voice low and reasonable. “You can’t just throw her out into the street, there’s too much at stake here. She’s our best weapon against them—”

“She’s a liability, and I want her GONE!”

“Eldin—”

Jabbing a finger at him, Eldin said, “Don’t you DARE try and convince us, Marshal Verras. She’s leaving TONIGHT and that’s final.”

“If you throw her out, someone could come after her—”

“I don’t care, so long as it doesn’t happen in our house! We are the victims here, you realize!”

Galen loved his cousin, he truly did. But there were times when he almost wanted to take him by the shoulders and shout at him. Didn’t he see that Saville was in danger of far more than bricks through the window?

But she had yet to flinch, even after facing down gang leaders and his cousins and the AUSA, Leymonn. She’d been terrified, Galen could see that much. But despite all of it, she’d stood strong and fierce, protecting Will and herself.

He admired it. Maybe more so than he should have.

“Well?” Eldin’s sharp tone cut through Galen’s thoughts. “Are you going to do something about her? Or should I call Leymonn, see what he thinks we should do with her?”

No. If Leymonn got involved, Saville would wind up on the streets, or worse. Galen glanced at Lissa, hoping to find an ally there. But her gaze was lowered. Which means it’s up to me.

Taking a deep breath, he said, “I’ll handle it. Where is she?”

2.

I could hear the shouting from all the way upstairs, in the small room I’d been given when Marshal Verras brought Will and I to the Reggen’s home. Pressing my lips together, I tried hard not to scowl, to push down the fury I felt twisting in my chest.

It wasn’t as if I’d ever been a particularly welcome guest here. Eldin had treated me with uneasy dislike, and his attorney friend Leymonn with open disdain. Lissa had, after a little while, become more civil with me, but we were far from becoming best friends. The brick through the window had been the last straw, and Eldin had demanded Will and I leave before the police had even arrived.

So here I was. Shoving clothes into the ancient suitcase I’d carried with me when we had left. Trying not to think about everything at once— where we would go, what would happen next, how soon the Duke’s men would catch up with us.

“Sir?”

My eyes moved up to where Will was sitting on the bed. He’d been given his own room, but snuck into my room to curl up with a few blankets on the rug next to it almost every night. He’d been sleeping there when we’d both been jolted awake by screeching tires, shattering glass, and the sound of Eldin shouting.

He’d stayed upstairs while I went down to deal with the situation, but I knew he’d had to hear the yelling. And with me packing, he knew what was going on.

“Where are we going to go?” he whispered.

It was a good question. A question I wished I could answer properly, or at the very least, protect him from. But Will was far too smart for me to lie to. “We can’t go back to the shop,” I told him. “It’s being watched, by the Duke’s men and by the marshals. I have a little money, so we might be able to afford a hotel room.”

I hoped, at least. If there wasn’t enough, we might find ourselves sleeping on a park bench, and I had a very hard time believing the Duke would let us last the night somewhere so vulnerable. If only I could keep him safe. If only I could keep both of us safe. If only I didn’t have to. Sky above, it was getting hard to stand up to everything coming my way. 

There was a small part of me, a part that I could never entertain for long, that wished someone else could be strong for me. That someone would come along and protect us. But I knew better. I would have to protect both myself and Will, whatever it took.

“Go get your things,” I told him quietly. 

Will got to his feet, looking a little less nervous than he had before. But I knew him well enough to see that he was still scared. And, if I was being honest, I was too.

Enough of that, I told myself. Now’s not the time for honesty, if it makes things worse. Now is the time to grit your teeth and get it done, because no one is going to do it for you.

As Will slipped out of my room, I caught the sound of a familiar baritone downstairs, cutting through Eldin’s yelling. It was too low for me to make out the words, but I knew who it was. Marshal Verras had arrived on the scene. Which meant he was probably going to try and convince Will and I to stay, and I’d have none of that.

We may have been protected from the Duke and his men here, but we weren’t safe. Not really, with Leymonn skulking in and out all week, making sly comments about Will and trying to leverage me into agreeing to things.

Eldin and Lissa may have been hard to deal with, but Leymonn was far worse. He didn’t scare me— his power did, and what he might do with it.

So I was leaving, and so was Will, and that was that. Gathering myself, I collected the last of my things in the room— a jacket hanging over the end of the bedstead. The puzzle box that Marshal Verras had given Will to play with. The shirt of Will’s I’d been mending, which I tucked into her suitcase— and headed for the door.

Will was waiting for me outside my door, his backpack over one shoulder. Together, we headed for the door for the stairs that led down to the main level. I clutched her suitcase in one hand, slipping my jacket around my shoulders.

I pulled open the door, and came face to face with Marshal Verras. 

He looked only mildly surprised to see Will and I. His gaze moved from me to the suitcase in my hand to Will, then back to me.

Lifting my chin, I said, “We’re not staying here.”

To my surprise, he nodded. “No, you’re not. You and Will are coming with me.”

I only hesitated a minute before following him, down the stairs and into the main hall. There were a handful of police there, some of them interviewing Eldin and Lissa. Several of them looked up as the three of us entered.

“My car is out front,” Marshal Verras told me quietly, passing me the keys. “Go wait for me there, alright?” A smile twitched across his face, and he added, “Try not to take off without me.”

I found myself almost smiling in response, remembering the day I’d tried to escape the Reggen’s house by breaking into his car. I’d almost made it, but he’d been there, and convinced me to stay, that it would be safer for Will and I. I’d been frustrated at the time, but had known, as I did now, that he was looking out for us. “I won’t,” I said.

Will and I slipped out the door just as Eldin started demanding to know what was going on. I could hear arguing erupt as we headed to Marshal Verras’s car, but I didn’t look back. Instead, I unlocked it, slipped into the backseat with Will, and waited.

He came out of the house roughly ten minutes later, looking tired, with a slightly grim set to his mouth. But when he opened his door and dropped into the driver’s seat, he glanced back at the two of us and quietly said, “I’ll bring you somewhere safe for the night. We can talk about everything else tomorrow.”

“Alright,” I said. There were a thousand different questions bouncing around her head. But I was so tired, and so was Will— he was already nodding off against my shoulder. So I kept my questions inside for now, and passed Marshal Verras his car keys.

The car drive passed in a blur of back roads and headlights. I found myself nearly nodding off on a few occasions, and by the time we pulled up to a large house, I could scarcely keep my eyes open.

Rubbing at them viciously, I turned to Will, only to find him fast asleep. Wincing, I moved to wake him up, but Marshal Verras held up a hand, stopping me.

“I’ve got him,” he whispered, passing me his keys again. “You get the door.”

Dimly, I knew there was something that a far less tired version of me should be connecting about all this, but at the moment, all I cared about was finding a bed. The Duke himself could show up and I would ignore him in favor of curling up under some blankets.

So I took the keys and made my way to the front door. Marshal Verras followed after unbuckling Will, then picking him up, carefully resting his head against his shoulder.

He was so gentle with him, so cautiously unlike his usual stern, grave exterior. It caught at me, making my heart stutter, just a little. Hastily, I turned my gaze to the door.

It took me a few minutes to find the right key, but when I finally did the door swung open to a dark house. Marshal Verras took the lead, heading for a nearby flight of stairs, and I followed him to a set of doors.

Fumbling for a moment, he managed to push the door open, revealing a bedroom. Two beds took up most of the space, with a table between them and a dresser on the far side near the window. After carefully lowering Will onto one of the beds, Marshal Verras turned to me. “I assumed you would want to share, so that Will didn’t get confused,” he said, keeping his voice low.

“Yes— thank you,” I said, wishing I could put my gratitude in my voice properly. We were safe and together and far away from both the Duke and the Reggen’s. Nothing I could say would really cover all that I felt. 

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Get some rest, Saville. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

The door shut behind him with a quiet click, and I found myself alone, swaying on my feet. Pausing only to pull a blanket over Will, I moved to the other bed and collapsed, my eyes flickering shut almost immediately.

My sleep was deep and peaceful, without any real dreams. I wasn’t quite sure how much time had passed before I jolted awake, disoriented. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. And the events of the night before began to piece themselves together in my head.

Sitting up, I held back a yawn as I took a better look at the room. The sunlight streaming in through the window and lighting up the pale blue walls told me that it was late, but not too late. Will was still curled up under his blanket, breathing steadily.

Seeing him peaceful and calm eased a tension I hadn’t even fully realized I was carrying around. I wished, not for the first time, that I hadn’t dragged him into all of this. That Will could be safe.

He’s safe here, now, I reminded myself. He’s away from Leymonn, and the longer that lasts, the better.

Although that did bring up the question of where here was. Even as I thought it, however, I was fairly certain I knew. We were at Marshal Verras’s house. It was the only place he could have conceivably brought us under such short notice.

It shouldn’t have been strange— but it was, a little. More than just strange, though, it meant he’d found yet another way to help me, to protect both of us. I owed this man more than I’d ever be able to pay back.

There has to be something I can do for him, though. To thank him, even in a small way. I thought for a minute, then got up from my bed.

Stopping next to Will’s bed, I knelt down beside him, brushing his hair back from his eyes gently. His eyes flickered open, and he whispered sleepily, “Sir? Are we safe?”

“We are,” I told him, my heart aching a little. “I’m going to go downstairs to make some breakfast. I won’t be far, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Will mumbled, his eyes already drifting shut again. I watched him for another moment, then rose to head downstairs.

It became apparent the minute I left my room that this wasn’t exactly a small house. It was far from the mansion-like quality of the Reggen’s house— which made sense. Their family had founded this town, after all— but it was far larger than me and my family had ever owned.

It was certainly fancy, but understated enough that I didn’t feel overwhelmed. It felt more natural and lived in than Eldin and Lissa’s— stacks of books on side tables, newspapers and files here and there, along with a few empty cups.

It took me a few minutes to locate the kitchen. It was large, but painted in warm shades of yellow and orange that didn’t seem to match Marshal Verras at all. As I rummaged through a few cupboards, I wondered if someone else lived here, or if it was just him. He hadn’t mentioned much about his family, other than the fact that Eldin and Lissa were his cousins, and I hadn’t noticed a ring. Did he have a girlfriend?

Was it strange that I hoped he didn’t?

I pushed away the thought firmly, and returned to searching for the ingredients I needed. I was a decent cook, when I needed to be, and one of the recipes I knew I’d mastered was pancakes. The very least I could do, at this point, was make breakfast for Marshal Verras.

It was such a little thing, and he’d done so much more to protect Will and I. He’d wrangled Eldin and Lissa, convincing them to let us stay because we would be safe there. He’d figured out the paperwork to keep them from taking Will back into the system, he’d faced off with Leymonn more times than I could count. This was very literally the least I could do.

I did her best to be quiet as I assembled my ingredients and pulled out a frying pan, knowing that Will— and probably our host— was still sleeping. But something, be it the clattering of the bowls or pans, or the sound of me moving around, must have disturbed him, because he appeared just as I was pouring the batter onto the pan, carrying his handgun. He lowered it the minute he saw me.

“Saville?” he blinked at me, looking disoriented. This was the first time I’d seen him not totally put together, I realized. His tie and jacket were gone, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair was sticking every which way. It was almost endearing, and I had to hold back a smile.

His gaze traveled from me, to the frying pan and the bowl of batter next to it, and back to me. “What are you doing?”

“Making us breakfast, of course,” I said.

3.

Galen didn’t think of himself as a man who was often caught off guard. But when he woke up and found Saville Gramton making pancakes in his kitchen, that surprised him.

“Breakfast?” he said slowly, eyebrows traveling upwards.

Saville nodded. “Yes. Breakfast. I assume you’re familiar with the concept.”

Letting out a snort of amusement, Galen slid his weapon back into the holster strapped to his chest, switching the safety back on as he did so. “I am,” he said, “but that doesn’t explain— how did you find everything?”

“I looked,” Saville told him, pouring out another measuring cup full of pancake batter. It hit the pan with a satisfying sizzle, the smell of cooking pancakes rising through the air. “Your kitchen is a lot better organized than your office.”

“I don’t use it as much,” Galen said. “Why don’t you let me take care of that?”

“I’ve got it,” she said, directing a frown at him as he started to open his mouth to tell her that he didn’t mind, that she should get some rest, that the idea of cooking for her was actually very appealing. (Well. He probably wasn’t going to add the last part, true though it was.) “If you want, you can make some coffee.”

Coffee sounded like an excellent idea, and Galen moved over to the coffee pot to get started. As he filled the filter with coffee grounds, he glanced at her again. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“It was the least I could do,” she said, flipping one of the pancakes. “And someone had to do it.”

“I would have.”

“I know. But…” she paused before glancing up at him with one of her direct, honest looks. “You’ve done so much. For Will and I. This is one small thing I can do to repay you.”

“Oh.” Galen felt himself flush a little, which shouldn’t be surprising. She’d turned out to have that effect on him, with her unabashed stubbornness and honesty— and he was pretty sure she enjoyed it. “Thank you. It’s not necessary, but thank you. I’m just doing my job.”

“In that case, I take it back.” A half-smirk crossed her face briefly, and she added, “In fact, I’m sorry. I’ll throw your serving out now, then.”

“I accept your apology,” Galen said, and she looked up at him, so startled that he couldn’t hold back his smile anymore. And for just a moment, her smile matched his.

But then she glanced back down hastily, and the moment was gone. “I need some plates.”

“Right,” Galen said, a thread of remorse pulling at his heart, though he couldn’t say why. Just that it had been nice to have a moment, just the two of them laughing at an inside joke. That it was nice to be able to smile and see her smile, in the face of such things as they were dealing with.

Turning, he opened one of the nearby cupboards and started pulling out plates. He’d barely gotten them to the counter when there was a clatter and a cry of pain.

“Saville!” Galen spun around, concern flashing through his chest at the sight of Saville wincing, her hand cradled against her chest. The spatula she’d been using lay on the stovetop.

Crossing the room, he said, “Are you alright? Let me see.”

“I’m fine,” she said, her voice tight as she waved him off. “My hand slipped— it’s just a burn.”

“At least let me take care of these while you run it under cold water,” Galen told her. She gave a quick nod, crossing the room to the sink.

As she turned on the tap, Galen picked up the spatula and turned his attention to the pancakes. Flipping one, he slid the other two onto the plate he’d set nearby, and grabbed the cup, using it to pour more batter onto the pan.

He kept his gaze focused on his task, but he could hear Saville moving near the sink, and a few seconds later the tap shut off. Her voice came a second later. “I can take over now, Marshal Verras.”

“I’ve got it handled,” Galen told her firmly. He could sense her hovering nearby for a heartbeat, and glanced her way. “I do. Sit down— how’s your hand?”

“It doesn’t really hurt anymore,” she said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “And I don’t mind taking over.”

“I know,” Galen said, deftly flipping another pancake onto a plate. “But I don’t mind either. And I think you should call me Galen. It doesn’t seem right to go around Marshal-ing someone you’re making pancakes with.”

It took a heartbeat before she met his gaze, but she lifted an eyebrow nonetheless. “Marshal-ing?”

“It’s an official term, I’m sure,” he said, smiling. Hoping she’d listen to him. It made sense— they’d known each other long enough, worked together on this case long enough.

And truth be told, he wanted to hear her say his name. Few enough people used his first name, and he knew there would be something special about her saying it, just by the virtue of it being Saville.

“Here,” he said, sliding her a plate with two of the pancakes stacked on it. “Eat.”

Accepting the plate and the fork he handed her a few seconds afterwards, Saville offered him a smile. “Thank you, Marshal Ver— Galen. Thank you, Galen.”

“You’re welcome, Saville.”

They settled into a comfortable silence, Galen stacking pancakes on one of the bigger plates he’d taken down. Saville got up a few minutes later and poured both of them a cup of coffee, adding a single dash of milk to his cup— exactly the way he liked it. He hadn’t known she’d noticed, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

Galen was just adding the final pancake to the now somewhat precarious stack when Will appeared in the kitchen doorway. Yawning and rubbing at his eyes, he surveyed the scene before him. “Is there breakfast?” he asked.

“Right here,” Galen said, offering him a plate with a few pancakes on it. The boy accepted it immediately and took the seat next to Saville. 

As he drowned the pancakes in syrup, Saville handed him the fork Galen passed her. “Did you sleep well?” she asked, smoothing down where his hair was sticking up in the back.

“Yeah— thanks for the pancakes, Mr. Verras,” Will said, cutting them into pieces.

“You’re welcome, Will,” Galen said, switching off the stove. Taking another sip of his coffee, he grabbed another plate, and claimed a seat next to Saville.

As she passed him the maple syrup, Will said, “This is a fancy house— whose is it?”

“Mine,” Galen said, covering his pancakes with syrup. “Or, my family’s, really. I grew up here, but when my father retired, he and my mother moved south and left the house to my siblings and I. My brothers had already moved on, so I was the only one who could get much use out of it.”

“It seems a big house to live in all alone,” Saville said, her gaze moving from him to the rest of the kitchen, taking it in in a thoughtful look. He wondered what she saw. So often, she seemed to see things he didn’t, stitch together tiny details that he almost wouldn’t have noticed.

That was why he’d told Leymonn he saw better when he was with her. And it was the truth.

“It is,” he admitted wryly, cutting into his breakfast. The pancakes were just as good as he’d expected, and he took a minute to savor the bite he’d taken before he spoke again. “I feel a little foolish sometimes, living here. But I don’t have to pay any rent, and it’s… it’s home, in a way. I don’t know that I could bring myself to leave. Not until I’m ready, at any rate.”

He saw something like understanding in Saville’s eyes, but before she or Will could speak, the sound of a phone ringing split the air. His phone, Galen realized.

“Excuse me,” he said, rising to his feet and heading out of the kitchen.

He’d left his jacket draped over the back of his chair, and his phone in the pocket. Fishing it out, Galen flipped it open and answered it. “Verras.”

“Good, you’re awake.” Galen recognized the voice on the other end immediately— Anders, another marshal in his department. They weren’t close, but they shared a mutual dislike for Leymonn. “Your cousin showed up and told Leymonn what happened last night, and they’re in rare form. Leymonn’s trying to get in contact with a judge. I don’t know what he’s got up his sleeve, but—”

“But it’s a bad sign,” Galen finished, grimacing. “Thank you, Anders. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Snapping the phone shut, he headed back into the kitchen. Saville and Will looked up at his entrance, and he could see the wariness in Saville’s eyes. “Is something—”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he told her. “But… Leymonn found out about what happened last night. So I need to get into work now, head off anything that he’s planning.”

“Do you need us to come with you?” she asked, already getting to her feet. But Galen shook his head.

“Stay here for now— I’ll be back or call in a few hours. Feel free to make yourself at home— there’s a library a few doors down from my office, and keys to any of the other doors in the house in my desk drawer.” Catching Saville’s gaze, he added, “But please, stay here.”

Saville nodded. “Okay. But call us soon.”

“I will.”

It didn’t take long for Galen to get ready. Throwing on his jacket, he grabbed his car keys and was heading out the door when he stopped. Just for a moment, lingering outside of the kitchen door.

Saville and Will were still sitting there— Will eating and talking, Saville quietly sliding him a napkin as she listened. Her gaze moved to where Galen stood for a minute, and she sent him a smile.

Somehow, that smile sent a little flash of energy through him. He knew the rest of the day was going to be long and tiring, and that battling Leymonn would take up half of it. But that smile helped, more than it should have.

For a minute, he wished he could stay with them. But that was dangerously close to wishing for something that he wasn’t at liberty to want. Not now, not with a woman who was part of a case he was in charge of.

Focus up, Verras, he told himself. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.

He gave himself one last backward glance, then left the house.

[trans-wojak]

Cool so if misandrist anon gets to be a hateful bitch to all men do i get my get out of jail free misogynist card? I've been sexually harrassed as a 10 year old by both, but men were forced to apologize to me by other men and women, while if i was harassed by women, they thought they did absolutely nothing wrong even though i felt way more violated. I was only ever groped by women in my whole entire life. It heavily affected how my sexual orientation manifests (my attraction to women can be uncomfortable because of fear of them breaching my boundaries and treating it as an innocent joke). Men are always friendly and speak kindly to me at work but women keep taking out their anger from home at me. My boss is completely ostracised by women at work because she (yes, my boss is a woman! And her boss is a woman too!) reminds them of company policies when they get ridiculous with their demands, like wanting to have double break time compared to other departments and do no extra work to make up for it. We have one other man in the department and they keep emotionally manipulating him into working second shift in the evenings week after week because they don't want to do it, despite it being literally part of their job to be on rotation for the second shift (he shouldn't be doing this because it breaks worker safety laws).

Radfems are so fucking stupid it's unreal

Literally, like I’m technically bisexual but I have a preference for men. But I also find it’s just too hard to date women, I always constantly got put down for the same behaviours THEY do (being open about attraction and talking openly about sex). One time when I lived in shared housing, it was predominantly with women and we had music videos playing. A chick appeared wearing short shorts and I said “hell yeah” - I immediately got attacked by the girls in the room, along with my ex girlfriend trying to tell me I don’t need to be a womaniser to “act like a cis man” to be a man. While those same women would sit around discussing in detail how much they love big cocks, eating ass and licking out pussy.

I’ve been groped by a woman before, and when I tried to tell people in the friend group they told me it was my own fault for not speaking up when it happened and she didn’t really mean it. But if a man did that, they would have called him a violent rapist. Like, I wasn’t even trying to get her to be “cancelled” I’m pretty sure some of it was a misunderstanding cause I went into freeze mode but when I told her about it, she blew me off and tried to say if I don’t speak up it’s my own fault.

Also, whenever I rejected sexual advances from ex girlfriends cause I wasn’t in the mood they would start accusing me of not thinking they’re pretty/hot and I’m like no I just don’t feel like it. I wasn’t given any gentle affection, it always was assumed I wanted sexual intercourse if I was affectionate when really I just wanted to cuddle.

I swear some women will use the fact they have kids to get out of doing their part at work. It’s one thing for people to be courteous and help out but to basically force others to take all the “bad” shifts is so frustrating. Especially when these days, both parents work. And women are allowed to be verbally aggressive and no one thinks is wrong, but if a guy does it everyone acts like it’s the same as physical violence. Whereas for me, I see it the same way. At the share house, one of the women and me got into an argument. She started yelling, screaming and throwing things. I told her let’s stop please, this is scaring me. She started laughing at me and got even MORE aggressive. Like I had to threaten to call the police to get her to stop.

I try very hard to be conscious, I’m on the spectrum and at times I don’t realise the volume of my voice. Especially when I feel strong emotions. When women have told me it’s making them uncomfortable, I ask why (cause I don’t realise my voice volume) and they accuse me of pretending to not know.

Being an autistic man is harder than an autistic woman. Autistic women are seen as cute, quirky and shown sympathy for mishaps in social interactions. People assume the best intentions from them. But autistic men are seen as creepy and full of ill motives. My life was easier when I was a girl cause no one treated me with all these rigid boxes. Now I’m treated as a fucking creep automatically.

I see women as people and people can be crappy. They aren’t special. They shouldn’t be granted special treatment just for being a woman.

[uh-velkommen]

Coming out as Trans, I feel like I've unlocked a new minigame section of life, like I now have access to a world I only ever watched from the sidelines. It's funny how I used to wish I could be part of this community. I always related to the stories I'd hear. So often would I stare at my body in the mirror wishing I could've been born differently. I always felt like there was a part of me missing or that something was wrong. All the stereotypical Trans thoughts were there. I just kept telling myself I only hated the patriarchal norms that were being forced upon me. I only hated my body because of how sexualized it always was. I always wanted to hang out with my brothers friends because they were the only people my age who would come over often. But the past few days, I've been thinking about all the silly things I'd think and do that should've been clearer indications as to who I was/am. (I'm probably gonna continue updating this as I think of more stuff)

I used to try on my brothers clothes, put my hair up in caps and try to look like a boy in pictures.

I tried training myself to speak in a deeper and calmer voice because I hated how high and girly my voice sounded. (I loved having a sore throat because it made my voice deeper while being sick actually made it higher)

I overcompensated when it came to dressing and being girly as a way to bond with my mother despite having no real interest in make up and pedicures. (There's a lot of things that I'd do or want that initially made me think I was cis but we're really just ways that I'd beg to be treated decently or show that I was loved)

I never felt like I was a Lesbian but had no other way to explain my attraction to girls.

I struggled a lot between wondering if I was just a tomboy or butch but found myself relating to Gay men more than butch women.

I literally never ever ever took off my bras because I felt super uncomfortable with the girls moving around.

A lot of the time I worried about upsetting my dad because he was so happy to have finally made a daughter after 4 sons.

My uncle used to have a friend who I could never figure out if she was a boy or a girl (I still don't know to this day) and yet I could never get her out of my head/admired her for being so confounding.

I would get reeeeeaaaaally jealous of Trans women for being beautiful women with boy parts. Sometimes I couldn't fathom why they would give up being a boy as if it were a slice of cake they were refusing "while kids in Africa starved."

I often struggled with questioning if I was dysphoric because of my AGAB or if it was insecurity from my brother calling me fat and ugly all my life.

I was always too scared to come out as lesbian because I knew it felt wrong and on top of that, it wasn't my sexuality that was the big secret I had been keeping. It was something much worse.... my gender.

When I was about 14, Disney released a TV show where the main character was a girl named Dylan and I felt a cosmic shift in learning that women could also have boy names.

I always wanted to do rugged things with my brother. I practically lived vicariously through him, letting him teach me about fighting, parkour, video games, "boyish music" like dubstep. Everything that I didn't have access to. Nowadays I think about how I really just wanted to be him.

I even tried hanging out with my male cousins and family friends more than the women because it felt like this other world that I desperately wanted to understand.

I used to HAAAATE when my uncle would joke around by calling me "little boy" because it felt like he was making fun of my internal struggles.

Sometimes when I wore my hair a certain way I would angrily compare myself to a "little Mexican boy" because why couldn't I look like a pretty Hispanic woman?

The torturous anxiety I'd feel about wearing makeup in public (I literally had a panic attack at prom because my hair stylist put eyeliner on me).

I loved hanging out with the neighborhood Gay kid even though he was like 4 years younger than me because he would let me ride his skateboard. (We found solace in each other bc he got bullied alot and we were both queer - whether I knew it or not)

All my life I've just wanted male friends but I could never obtain a friendship without being sexualized or viewed as an ultimate romantic interest. At the same time I only knew how to interact with boys in a flirtatious manner though it was never intentional.

Shopping for clothes was a whole can of worms in itself but I used to feel sooo uncomfortable going down the aisles of the women's section. All I wanted was to see what the boys section had to offer but I also thought it was entirely off limits to women. Sometimes I pretended I was shopping for my brother or I'd encourage him to let me style him so I could have an excuse to buy the clothes I liked/wanted.

Sometimes I'd want to date boys but only in the way that boys would date boys.

When I found out about intersexuality I got super obsessed with it, wishing that I could've been born with both male and female parts. Sometimes I'd think that maybe I had a hormonal problem where I was just producing too much testosterone and that could explain why I felt like a boy.

The visceral reactions to ANY comments about being a good housewife, a clean girl, a future wife, not being able to do a man's job or otherwise putting men first simply because I was born a girl.

God the constant comments about my butt, my mom used to hate that I'd let my pants sag.

The way I'd get SUPER emotionally affected from reading about the AIDs crisis (along with Stonewall) and the way Trans people were treated. I mean before I was even learning about Lesbianism, I was getting enraged about the way it was handled. I'd cry more reading newspaper articles than at actual funerals. I was completely obsessed with learning more and more stories from real trans people.

Overall, I think I tended to carry myself and walk in a more masculine manner. I feel like I was never this dainty feminine being until adulthood when I'd started becoming reclusive and turning further in on myself.

[nessiopeia]

I used to work at this bookstore in Texas, and, being a tall, gender non-conforming transexual woman, many of my interactions with customers went weird. But, there’s one that stands out. I was working at the customer service kiosk and received a call from an older woman looking for a very specific art book that she used to own but couldn’t recall the name of. It was a collection of the illustrations of Audrey Beardsley that her late husband got rid of. After gathering together some copies of his work that we had, the customer had me look for some specific images that would help her know if it was the one. She referenced that one of them had something to do with Salomé and with that to go on I found this:

My luck being the employee who had to describe images of naked trans women to this old lady. So, I said “I found two illustrations of women-“ and she was like “they’re very provocative images aren’t they?” and goes on this lecture of Audrey Beardsley and how he struggled with his sexuality and how he died, and then talked about how much she loved these images and how her husband got rid of it because he felt they were disgusting.

She had me put all the books on hold so she could come pick them up on the weekend.

That weekend I was working register when an old lady came up and said she had placed some books on hold earlier in the week. She didn’t need to give her name, that 30 minute phone call was a enough to sear her voice in my head. I brought them over and she excitedly thanked me and asked me to thank the “kind lady” that helped her find them to which I said, “Actually that was me! You’re welcome.”

I’ve always had a bad sense of whether people know I’m trans or not. Even back then living in Texas I didn’t get misgendered very often by people I just met. In some cases people I worked with for years seemed to not know. They maam’d me and didn’t strike me as being the type of person to be good at respecting trans people. However, there were so many moments where, when talking to someone who assumed I’m just a cis girl, I would do something that would break that illusion. What it was I never understood. Social rules and norms I never learned. I’d analyze these exchanges under a microscope and always come out less sure of what went wrong.

I told her it was me. She looked up at me, narrowed her eyes, and then got that expression cis people get when they realize your trans. She turned white, stuttered an apology, said she changed her mind and then quickly left. I think about this exchange a lot because with most people, I don’t know how they feel about my transsexuality. Not with her. She thought we were provocative, fetishistic, fantastical, secret. She waited until her husband died to take another peek at just a drawing of girl dick. She must have thought I was like her when I didn’t shame her for liking these illustrations over the phone. She wasn’t prepared for me to be like her secret drawings instead.

I realize that obsession with trans people is sometimes the mark of an egg. In many ways, Audrey Beardsley’s drawings and writings point to that. A part of me certainly want to hold space for them, to be patient with people as they struggle through it. But, I only have so much patience, and there’s this way that people fear and desire transexuality that grates against what it is for me. Being trans is sacred and powerful, but it is also a fairly boring reality that I never leave and I would never want to. At the end of his life Beardsley wrote this:

“Jesus is our Lord and Judge.

Dear Friend,

I implore you to destroy all copies of Lysistrata and bad drawings … By all that is holy, all obscene drawings.

Aubrey Beardsley

In my death agony.”

I am fortunate that the people and art that introduced being trans to me didn’t treat it like this. I’m thankful that for all my fear it never felt like it did for Audrey Beardsley. I have to imagine his fear contributed to how that woman viewed it. Our exchange made me feel like an obscene, beyond fantasy monster. Impossible and provocative. Confronting me as an actual possibility so severely scared her that she went outside and waited for the driver from the senior home to come back. A trip she told me on the phone she makes rarely as a 90 something year old. I can’t know what she wanted with trans people: to be one or to fuck one or whatever. I wonder if she realized how alike her and Audrey Beardsley are. Hatred is easy for me to handle. I’m used to being thorny and tough. This was different. The way she looked at me like I was a ghost, the shame in her voice as she apologized, her hands shaking as she put the books down on the counter; I hated it so much. It was hard to admit, but she made me realize that I didn’t have the capacity to help others heal from the way gender impacts us all. All I had in me was anger.

I’ve spent the years since trying to be less angry. It’s so hard to be trans and know it saved you, and to see others treat it with fear and disgust. I don’t think how she treated me was right. But, unlike all the transphobes I dealt with, I do think about her a lot. And, I hope she ended up getting a copy of that book eventually.

[moldysourlemons]

If these oc's are lucky, maybe they won't be thrown into the abyss like every other adult-version-of-character's-child oc I've conceived!

Character Descriptions:

武藤優月(Yūzuki Mutou) -

Age: 18

Height: 5'11"

Gender: Cis boy (he/him)

Sexuality: Unknown

Parents: Atem + Seto Mutou (both 39)

The very charismatic prince, heir to Pharaoh Atem. An ambivert who knows exactly how to charm others with his voice but is quick to lose his temper. He maneuvers the world tactically, treating it like a strategy game (and he doesn't plan on losing). He's very superstitious and aware of the supernatural, as well as the grave danger surrounding him — ready to strike at him and his family at any moment — making him very paranoid.

Yūzuki isn't nearly as dramatic a competitor as his fathers, but is, however, just as much a sore loser. He plays Duel Monsters competitively and has great skill (his deck is themed around spellcasters and especially the use of spells). He spends most of his time practicing and appreciating the arts and literature (especially painting, singing, poetry, and plays).

広田花火(Hanabi Hirota) -

Age: 16

Height: 5'2"

Gender: Cis girl (she/her)

Sexuality: Hetero

Parents: Yūgi (38) + Yuri (39) Hirota

A spunky, high-energy extrovert. She's known to whine yet never seems to get truly angry. She used to tease her cousin often, but she grew out of it as she aged. Danger is her middle name, and she has a hunger for adventure. When she falls in love with something or someone, it's always deep.

Hanabi can't not be doing something, else she gets bored quickly. She's very active and loves to run, swim, climb, and play any sport. A big fan of boy bands, always a fangirl. She's not too much a fan of card, board, or even video games, but she will engage from time to time.

広田夏日子(Natsuhiko Hirota) -

Age: 13

Height: 5'0"

Gender: Apagender (any pronouns)

Sexuality: Possibly bi

Parents: Yūgi (38) + Yuri (39) Hirota

A very sweet, ambiverted, happy child. A daydreamer with a vivid and colorful imagination. Enjoys a good adventure, but life is a good enough adventure on its own to them. They don't do well with any feeling other than joy and will withdraw from emotional tension.

Natsuhiko's passion lies with film and production; they dream of being a director someday. Music composition is something they enjoy as a result of their love for film. They enjoy games on the side and play Duel Monsters — they're a pretty decent player (their deck has an old western theme).