#dysphoria not from how my body looks but from having one at all. u know.

[paging-possum]

I’m going to put some pronouns in bio. Everyone brace for impact

[obsolete-stars-if]

Shhh forget about the port,,, I have art

I've been having a lot of stress and subsequently migraines recently. Everyone say thanks to job hunting for my head angry.

(I am still learning to draw chubby ppl so please add some weight to TK in ur minds BCS my hands refused to draw them how I want to)

You can't see it but Gigi and Kate have stretch marks BCS they deserve to be hot and actually realistic. I have so many things to say about their looks and stuff lemme just break the post so it's not a wall of text.

SO in OS magic can influence how you look, things you like or want on your body can be added/changed over time. The best example is Mikhail, since we know they do not look like the rest of their family, but instead look like the General. The person who actually took care of Mikhail and he sees as his family.

Now, magic changes in appearance aren't limited to such cases like Mikhail. But rather basically anyone. It's not an instant overnight change, BCS u know. Your body has to physically change and adjust. And for those without magic, potions can be made, and smaller changes can be set into ur body with one two sessions. That would include hair color for example. Ofc it takes time BCS your hair has to grow out in the new color, but it's basically set rather quickly.

Now my fav part about this entire thing: it means that in OS there are no beauty standards. They cannot be established BCS nothing can be cherry picked and then gatekept. That also means that most of the cast (excluding Sammy and TK BCS they don't have magic nor were interested in it yet) look how they want to.

So things that are seen traditionally as flaws, stretch marks, lines from age, chubbiness, scars, etc. Are primarily on someone's body BCS they believe it to be beautiful on them.

Kate and Gigi love being chubby, like the stretch marks. Mikhail still adores all of his scars. Alia enjoys being small and aerodynamic. Sascha obv loves everything about his body. And while TK has their insecurities about their scars, they overwise like their body. And Sammy has never thought about not liking their body [outside of gender dysphoria, including TK].

And I care so much about that. If u ever feel like u hate ur body, and if it helps just a tiny bit. All of the RO think you're beautiful, regardless of what you dislike about your looks. They'd never reject nor think badly about your body, BCS even flaws are beautiful.

And you are beautiful, your smile and laugh lights the room, even if u have bad or crooked teeth. The hair on your body is beautiful, acne, moles and freckles are like small kisses on your skin. (my mother used to tell me that each freckle and mole is where an angel kissed me before sending me to earth.) Your eyes are beautiful, with or without glasses, even if you struggle with lazy eyes, or you don't like the color. Any scar on your body, self inflicted or not, is a sign of your survival, from a deep depressive state to tripping one day as a kid. The lines on your face are a reflection of your wisdom, of your emotions, the experiences you've had already. They show how much you've cried, laughed, loved, screamed.

If you struggle with body insecurities, know that all the RO know you're beautiful, and if fictional characters aren't enough, hell, I think you're beautiful.

[writingwisterias]

HII!! how r u? :3 I hope you're doing good!! I love everything you write omg 😭so I wanted to...suggest something!!!

I don't know if you write about this??? but how would diff eras of Leon be with trans reader? Like. How would they help with dysphoria? kinda weird I think but eh

I'm specifically talking about transmasc since I am... And I'm going through some bad days lately, and since Leon is my comfort character, I need to read that.!!

Don't know if I'm expressing myself correctly since English is not my first language.

Bye!!!💕💕

(I sent another ask without putting anon... Please ignore it 😭🙏I'm sorry)

Hi Anon!

I'd be more than happy to do this for you! I don't have a lot of knowledge on the subject so I hope I did it justice. If there's anything specific you would want I'd be more than happy to dedicate a one-shot to this for you 💖 My blog is a safe space for this!

Warnings: Body dysmorphia, Fluff, Comfort, brief implications of transphobia (not from Leon), healthcare, pronouns,

Trans Masc! Reader

RE2:

His wardrobe is yours, he doesn't care.

Will learn how to bind safely for you as well to help you out.

It is 1998 so there isn't a lot of talk on the subject but he would be more than happy to find the communities that will help you.

Even going with you to any events.

If you are having bad days he's around you to help out in anyway he can

Will correct people on your preferred pronouns if they continue to ignore them.

His clothes swamp you so he would definitely take you out for shopping

Allowing you to find your personal style and supporting you in whatever that is

RE4R:

It's the same again with the clothes, like he will let you take whatever you need to feel comfortable

Also would prefer it if you sat down and spoke about the issues you are feeling so he can fully understand you

Will let you instruct him on what you need from him to be comfortable

He would call out people for not using your correct/preferred pronouns

His general goal is to just make sure you are comfortable in the transitioning process and will be there in any way shape or form to support you

You just need to guide him, be patient

Infinite darkness:

No way is that man letting you feel bad about yourself

Constant compliments

Like you can enter in the most basic thing and he's wolf whistling you

Will fight anyone if they are a bitch to you

Let's you wear his jacket, like take your pick he has about a thousand

I think this is where he finds his own style outside of combat gear so he's more than happy to help you do the same

Very laid back but in a good way

Like it's not that he doesn't care, he will care if you want him to

It just doesn't bother him, he's just chill with it

Damnation:

Same as infinite darkness it just doesn't bother him so he's very chilled out unless you need him to be

Anyone looks at you funny he's on their case like he won't hesitate

If you are feeling a bit self conscious about yourself he's more than happy to stay inside until you feel like you've accepted yourself again

If you are finding that process hard don't worry he'll be there to help you out along he way

RE6:

He's there every step of the way, giving you the support silently or loudly

Will go to pride events with you all the time

He doesn't fully understand how you feel but will try and listen as best he can

Offering advice if he has it and if he doesn't he's finding your community to help you ease in with them

That being said he's showing up to any events you want him to as well

It might take him a while to get used to the pronouns just because he's older but he will get angry with himself if he slips up

That being said if someone purposely mis genders you hes gone, so mad you have to hold him back

Vendetta:

Very laid back about it, he's struggling with his Own issues but he will jump at any opportunity he can

Would probably stumble up to you and be "like here I thought you might like this" and it's a leather jacket or something he's found for you

Hes got the money to waste so he will give you his card to get whatever health care you need to get comfortable in yourself

Will slip further into his government hating stage because of the transphobia that's runs through it

Death Island:

He is invested in your feelings

Like he wants to know everything that's bothering you and worrying you

He's up for long communications to help you understand what's happening in your head better

Will let you wear whatever you want from his wardrobe

Also spends all his money on the healthcare and anything else you need to feel comfortable

he doesn't care he just wants you to feel okay and fine in your body

Loves you unconditionally

[suiana]

Could you write a trans/gender queer yandere? Fine if note, I just find them scrumptious

t4t <3

u can headcanon any of my yans as trans if u want tbh but sure, have this bad boy *smacks his back*

✎ yandere! painter headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― kidnapping, obsessiveness, implied worshipping, implied murder, mentions of body dysphoria, mentions of transphobia etc.

(trans! reader x trans male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! painter who's a world renowned painter. painting masterpieces after masterpieces. yet, he's never shown his face even once. and no one shall know the person behind these artworks, except for you, his muse.

✎ yandere! painter who was your best friend. you honestly wouldn't have expected this guy to kidnap you and make you the subject of all his artworks! in fact, you didn't even know he was in love with you! how could you not have seen it? he is more than obsessed with you.

✎ yandere! painter who paints his newest series with a striking red colour in contrast to the grey background. in many different positions, you were the center of attention in the paintings of his newest series. a grey background with a striking red shirt, red blindfold... but what was the red liquid that was used to paint? it smells funny... the blood of those who've wronged you of course!

✎ yandere! painter who's an amazing guy if you look past the kidnapping and the mysterious red liquid that he uses to paint. calming you down whenever you're feeling bad about the body you were born in, reassuring you by calling you by your desired names... sure he may be a kidnapper, murderer and an obsessive guy but he saw you for you! and he respects you! so it wasn't that bad... if only you saw how deep his obsession ran...

✎ yandere! painter who has a room in his luxury apartment full of paintings and other items dedicated to you ever since his obsession with you started. no, you're not allowed to enter. no, he will not answer why. don't be curious and enter it too. I mean, the room is in a desolate place of his apartment so just act as if it weren't there :) don't ask any questions unless you want to be permanently traumatized.

✎ yandere! painter who can't stand those who are trying to find you. why would your transphobic parents want you back anyways?! to abuse you even more?! and your friends who didn't accept you for who you were! what are they doing looking for you?! to laugh at your identity?! no, he will not allow it. they have to go. it's not like they can understand you like he does anyways. oh hey he's back with more red paint!

✎ yandere! painter who helps to pay for any surgeries or treatments you might want to get. don't worry, he's rich from selling all those masterpieces. he can get you anything you want :) just say the word and it's yours darling.

✎ yandere! painter who's really just so in love with you. sure, you may not be allowed to go out of the apartment much and you're practically stuck with your crazy best friend who's a painter... but at least he's rich and loves you!

✎ "you're so pretty... the most perfect muse I've ever had."

[lowkeyrobin]

Helloo !! Could you write Trevor Spengler x Reader Who Comes Out To Him As Transmasc ?

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yes ofc!!! ; thanks for requesting 🗡 ilysm!! hope u enjoy :) ; also I apologize if any of this is wrong in any way, I'm obv not transmasc but I tried doing some research so HOPEFULLY this is accurate yall... if not I'm so sorry

TREVOR SPENGLER ; coming out

summary ; you come out to trevor

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; I can't fully speak on the difference between transmasc and trans men so I'm sorry if this is inaccurate cause I promise I tried

word count ; 565

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You were born a girl, but knew you never really were one. You didn't fit into society's standard for girls and women, you were often dismissed to just be a tomboy.

But, you knew deep down throughout your whole childhood that you were just... different.

There was nothing you could use as a resource for your little child mind, not having full access to the internet yet. What would you even look up online? No one in the cartoons was like you, so you just kept it to yourself.

You'd be so much more comfortable in a man's body, especially after starting your period.

"You're growing into a woman. It's nature, it's beautiful"

Yeah, womanhood was not for you. But you couldn't just say that, you couldn't change it.

But, one day after scrolling through TikTok at age fourteen, you'd discovered a trans person on your fyp talking about their experiences as being trans and how they accepted themselves. Sounded a whole lot like you, minus the actual transition part.

You quickly accepted it, knowing what you were deep down. But you kept yourself closeted, not knowing how your parents or peers, or even your boyfriend, would react. You often felt gender dysphoria around certain people or after small little events. You'd do anything to be a boy. To be masculine. To be what you really were.

But now, you were ready to come out of the closet, having gained encouragement from your parents whom you'd told over a year ago. You wanted to go public with it though, having grown tired of being two different people. You hated being a person you weren't around your friends and at school, with Trevor especially. He deserved to know.

So you invited him over, praying to God he'd accept you. You didn't care if you broke up because he didn't find attraction to you anymore, as long as you could stay friends.

You knew he was accepting of queer people, but you didn't know if you were included in that.

You nervously sit down Trevor as you'd been wanting to, for a while now.

You would've rather just texted him about this, but it would've been a dick move to not talk to him in person.

"What's up?" He asks, looking at you slightly concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you reply. "Uh, I have something to tell you"

He squints for a second, trying to read you.

"I'm trans"

"Oh, cool." He smiles. "What name do you want me to use, and what pronouns would you want me to call you?"

"Oh, that went better than expected" You think, eyes slightly widened.

"Uh, he/they I guess, for now, while I figure it all out. And my name now, is Y/n. It's probably gonna change but I'm gonna experiment a bit I guess" You shrug

"Cool" Trevor smiles. "Is there anything else I can do for you? You wanna go to Goodwill and get new clothes? We can go out to eat and celebrate you coming out" He suggests. "I'll pay"

You smile, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Trev. But it's fine, I'm gonna wait a minute to come out to everyone else, doesn't feel deserved yet"

He nods, understanding. "Thanks for like, trusting me with this"

You smile. "Thank you for being my boyfriend."

"I wouldn't pass you up in a million years."

[antiradqueef]

Ignore this if you want because I do fit into your DNI (I've got a DNI), but I've got a question:

What is a "transid alternative", and how does that differ from just being transid?

Isn't something like wanting to pretend to be autistic or a nazi shitty all around?? /gen

YAY someone is giving me an excuse to yap about transIDs and my complicated opinions about them

absolutely no offense taken for breaking my DNI lol its more of a jokey thing but stand up so u can sit down cus im getting started

so as we all know the human brain is weird as fuck and it can make you feel weird as fuck, percieve things weird as fuck, do things weird as fuck, etc. one of these things is atypical dysphoria. so you have like. regular dysphoria where your human body feels weird like it should look like a different human body. but then you have atypical dysphoria where your body thinks it should look like something that is not a human body. or something their human body could not have.

and people with this atypical dysphoria wanted to have a term to say "hey i feel like i should be (thing) even though im not!". they didnt want to use transID because thats a) disrespectful to trans people and b) as you mentioned, a little taken over by shit like "transnazi".

so then there were alternatives coined to encompass this weird feeling without being associated with transID or trans people, and without being disrespectful to people who actually are/have those things. it is also a general rule that alternatives to "trans-harmful/hateful" (like transnazi) are off the table because of how incredibly disrespectful that is. although, as i said, the human brain is very weird and i wouldnt put it past it to make someone feel like they "shouldve been a nazi" but maybe thats one for the therapist and not the tumblr bio.

here is a list of transID alternatives by @report-rqs

i also do think a lot of people who use transID dont understand the harm its doing or why its bad so i try to be open-minded and receptive to them and explain it because its rough out there and theyre not gonna listen if i just spout insults at them.

thats why im a little split on whether to put anti-transID in my intro because it did make people like you willing to reach out, but it might turn away people that i could help but i still just dont want people to think that im okay with people claiming to be transnazi or transautistic.

[lycandrophile]

hey, sorry idk if its ok for me to ask for advice here, but im really lost and dont know where else to go.

i might be starting testosterone really soon, (via informed consent) but i keep flipping back and forth on whether or not i'm sure i want it. some days i think, "yes 100% im a man i want T right now" and thinking abt the effects of T makes me euphoric. other days i think, "wait AM i sure tho? what if it turns out i hate it actually" and thinking abt the effects of T on those days makes me anxious and ambivalent.

i think it might be just a fear of change, but i'm not sure, and i'm worried about making a decision i'll regret forever. it doesnt help i keep seeing ppl say things like "you need to be 100% sure you want hrt before u start because going back and forth puts a huge strain on the body" etc, but i dont know if i ever will be 100% sure.

what do you make of this? do i really need to be 100% sure? am i rushing in too fast? or is this just anxiety talking?

i spent years agonizing over if i was really sure that i wanted to start t, and you know what it taught me?

no one is ever 100% sure about anything. it’s an impossible task. that’s just not how people work — you’re always going to find more things to be anxious or unsure about when you think about it because it’s an unknown thing and it’s completely natural to be at least a little unsure of unknown things.

and most of the time, nobody expects you to be 100% sure about big decisions because we all know it’s an unfair expectation. nobody told me i couldn’t go to college because i wasn’t 100% sure where i wanted to go. nobody tells you to never drive anywhere because you’re not 100% sure that the car won’t crash. accepting risk is a part of life. trusting ourselves to make the best decisions we can — and trusting ourselves to be able to handle whatever happens next — is an unavoidable part of life.

the only reason we’re held to that impossible standard of 100% certainty when it comes to medically transitioning is because people are transphobic and they want us to second guess ourselves and put off hormones or surgery out of fear. if everyone waited until they were 100% sure, no one would ever transition, and that’s exactly what they want.

i look at it like this: hormones are like any other medication. you take them because you decide they have a good shot at making your life better even though there’s also a chance they might be ineffective, have bad side effects, or even make things worse in the end. we accept that risk every time we take a medication because we weigh the options and decide the good that could come of them is worth that risk. imagine if doctors only offered medical care to people when they were 100% sure it would work and not have any side effects — they would never do anything at all!

i can’t tell you if hrt is right for you. i can’t tell you if the risk is worth it for you. what i can tell you is that, when i was unsure about what to do, there were two things that made me decide it was worth the risk:

the first is that i knew i wanted to give myself a chance. the idea of going on hormones only to get more dysphoria from it sounded terrifying, but the reality was that i was already living with dysphoria! and the idea of just accepting that because i was afraid to try the thing that could make it better was even more terrifying. at the end of the day, i decided it was better to choose the option that could make things better than it was to just spend the rest of my life wondering if it would’ve helped. the worst case scenario in both choices is dysphoria, so i figured, why not pick the option where the best case scenario is euphoria? i know dysphoria is something i can live with because i’ve been doing it for years, so i felt that i could trust myself to be able to deal with that outcome if it came. i knew it was possible that i would regret it and wish i had never started t, but i also knew i would regret it even more if i went my whole life never having given myself a chance at something better than the dysphoria i already live with. i figured, if i have to take a risk, why not take the one that excites me instead of the one i would just be taking out of fear?

the second is that hormones are fucking slow. there can be some changes that happen fast but for the most part, the changes on t take time to happen fully, and if i wanted even more time i knew i could take a lower dose to slow things down further. it’s not like you just wake up one day with a totally different body — it’s a process, and if at any point in that process you realize you don’t like what’s happening, you can stop! you’re completely in control; the second it starts to feel like it’s making something worse instead of better, you can decide to stop taking it. even with the changes that came quickest for me, i had time to assess as they started happening, and it would’ve been as simple as putting down the syringe and never using it again if i decided i didn’t want those changes to continue.

(and the people who say you can’t start and stop because of the strain on your body are exaggerating — i had to start and stop multiple times because i was having allergic reactions to all of the serums we tried, and i was totally fine. that was never even a concern my nurse brought up to me. i’m sure it’s not ideal to do that constantly, but i don’t think it’s a big thing you have to worry about.)

again, i can’t tell you if starting t is the right move for you. all of this is just how i made that decision for myself; i can’t make yours for you. what i can tell you is that you are more than capable of making a thoughtful and informed decision without being 100% sure. certainty is not a requirement.

and frankly, anyone who tells you they were 100% sure when they made that decision is either lying about it because they feel like they should’ve been totally certain, or they were in a position to make the decision so quickly that it didn’t leave time to mull things over and find things to be unsure of.

which leads me to my final point: if you’re thinking about it this hard and trying to be this meticulous about making the right decision, you’re absolutely not rushing into it. whatever decision you make, you’ve clearly put a lot of thought into it and that’s all anyone can ask of you.

this is your decision, not anyone else’s, and already you have everything you need to make the best decision you possibly can. trust yourself to choose wisely, and trust yourself to be able to handle whatever your choice brings. you got this.

[newtthetranswriter]

PLEASE WRITE THIS WHEN U HAVE TIME. I know your requests are closed, but I wanted to request this because my memory is very bad & I forget a lot of my ideas.

transfem reader w toji fushiguro (or gojo if you’d rather write him) who has gender dysphoria about her body? maybe she does everything she can to appeal to the stereotypically feminine view—makeup, hair, heels—but when she sees the women that flirt w her boyfriend, she can’t help but feel inferior. maybe her body’s too rectangular or her chest is too small.

I can’t seem to find any fics like this, and I really like your blog 🙏🙏 again, please write this when your requests are open.

Word count: 1932

Pairing Satoru Gojo x Trans!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Self doubt, mentions of transphobia (internalized and old fashioned views), ooc gojo?

A/n: Hello Thank you so much for requesting. I know you said I could wait to write it until I opened requests again, but I just felt inspired by this so I hope you enjoy it. Also I went with Gojo mainly because I'm not the biggest toji fan. I am trans masculine so I’m not 100% sure if I captured the feelings trans fem people feel so if there are any mistakes please let me know. Anyways enjoy and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate.

Dating Satoru was a dream come true. I mean seriously never would I have thought such a high ranking member of Jujutsu society would even look my way let alone The Satoru Gojo. But I guess I got lucky, and even though Satoru is one of the most loving people I have ever met, I can’t help but to doubt myself.

Afterall life as a transgender person is hard enough as it is but add the strict and stuff beliefs of the older generation of Jujutsu sorcerers and you have a breeding ground for self doubt. Everytime Satoru and I are in public or have to interact with one of the other clans, my mind is flooded with terrible thoughts. ‘How can Satoru stand to be seen with me, there are so many more beautiful women out there.’ or ‘He’d be better off with a cis woman who is truly beautiful.’ It’s hard to quiet these thoughts when I’ve heard these comments from the higher ups in passing and sometimes I believe them.

And today of all days, the thoughts are more precisdent as me and Satoru are out on one of the few dates we get with his busy schedule. I had spent hours before trying to look as beautiful as possible to make this date perfect, I had Shoko help me pick a nice outfit and the perfect pair of heels. I spent most of the day perfecting the perfect hairstyle and make-up look for the night. Eventually with major words of encouragement from Shoko and Satoru himself I was ready, I even started the night feeling confident that I looked amazing.

But alas all good feelings come to an end. Once we were at the restaurant, I couldn’t help but notice all the beautiful women staring at Satoru and I mean I can’t blame them but it just caused the thoughts to surface again. Noticing my slight shift in mood Satoru turned to me, “Hey is everything okay?” He asked as he placed his arm around my waist. Not wanting to worry him I just smiled and nodded at him. “Okay… but you know if there’s something bothering you let me know, Ok?” He said, I could tell he was skeptical but he dropped the topic when the hostess asked us to follow her to the table.

Once seated we talked briefly about how his students were doing and how curses were becoming more annoying as of late before dropping the topic of work and just talking about tv and plans for the next couple weeks. “And I was thinking that we could go check out the new mall that opened up recently, I saw some beautiful dresses I thought you might like and would love to get you a few,” Satoru explained as he looked at the menu in front of him.

“That sounds lovely.” I responded and was planning on continuing the conversation when a waitress approached the table.

Looking at the young woman, I couldn’t help but notice how she was the picture of feminine beauty. Curvy in all the right places, perfect hair and subtle but gorgeous make-up. “Hello I’m Ally, I’ll be your server tonight, can I get you any drinks?” Hearing her speak for some reason made my heart hurt, knowing I would likely never sound as young and girlish as her. 

I noticed Satoru looked at me and I quickly wiped the look of doubt off my face before he could say anything. I guess it worked because he turned his attention back to the woman, and quickly ordered us some wine and an appetizer we had agreed on. The waitress wrote the order down before excusing herself to take care of the order. Once she had walked away Satoru turned back to me. “Are you absolutely positive nothing is wrong?” He asked as he placed his hand over mine on the table. Once again not wanting to sour the mood of the evening, I nodded and said I was fine and turned the topic back to the previous conversation.

After we got our drinks and we ordered our entrees, I couldn’t help but notice that our waitress was checking in on us more than what is normally expected. She would stop by the table every time she walked by to check if the wine was to our liking or if we needed anything while we waited for the main course. I quickly picked up on how she would get slightly closer to Satoru’s side of the table each time, it was also clear that Satoru hadn’t noticed the subtle comments being directed at him. I couldn’t help but think that he was saying anything about it because he liked being hit on by a cis woman. Maybe he secretly hates the fact that I'm trans and just doesn’t want to hurt my feelings. Eventually the thoughts got the best of me and tears started to well up in my eyes and it was taking everything out of me not to burst into sobs.

Once the waitress left again saying she would check on our food, Satoru turned to look at me, and I could see his eyes widen exponentially even through his dark sunglasses. “Hey, it’s ok. What’s wrong and don’t say nothing, something is clearly bothering you.” He said gently but sternly as he squeezed my hand and pulled his sunglasses off so I could make unobstructed eye contact. 

Not having the strength to hold it in any longer I let out a few of my thoughts, maybe a little too loud for the setting but I couldn’t hold it in. “Why are you with me Satoru? You could have anyone, so why me?” It took the white haired male a second to process what was said but before he could speak, I continued. “I’m not beautiful like every woman here, I’m not curvy in all the right spots, my make up looks like a middle schooler did it, so why do you stay with me, when you could have a real woman?” I hated saying it but it was true in my mind, or at least I believed it. I wasn’t thin with big boobs and a big butt, I’m just flat. My figure is the opposite of curvy, I have broad shoulders and the flattest chest. I can’t grasp how someone so handsome can sit across from someone like me and say that I’m beautiful when so many better people are around.

After my mini outburst it was almost silent in our area of the restaurant. Satoru just looked at me stunned, he knew I suffered from dysphoria but he thought he had done a good job helping me feel better. The six-eyes user looked down at the table before speaking. “I know you have trouble believing me when I say this but you are the most beautiful person I have ever met. I don’t care if you aren’t curvy or if you struggle with make-up sometimes, No matter what you are beautiful to me.” As he said this he stood from the table and whipped the tears that had escaped my eyes from my face. While he was focused on me I noticed our waitress coming back this time with our food in hand. Seeing me look in that direction Satoru waved over the woman. “Can you have those put in togo boxes for us? My partner and I are done here.” I looked up at him shocked, but before I could protest he spoke again. “And before that can you please have your supervisor come speak with me?” Now I’m extremely confused.

“Satoru, what are you doing? I thought we were going to eat here?” I asked, confused, as I watched a nervous looking man approach. Satoru just stood up straight, put his sunglasses on and turned to the man who I’m now guessing is the supervisor.

“You must be the supervisor. I would like to file a complaint about the waitress who served me and my lovely partner here.” Satoru spoke in his formal tone he reserved for the higher ups, it was clear he was upset but he sounded so calm. “I was just trying to enjoy one of the rare occasions when I can pamper my Love, and your waitress spent most of the night hitting on me. Now I tried to be understanding and let it slide, but after numerous comments that clearly made my partner upset, I have decided that we will be taking our food to go and we will not be returning to this establishment.” While I didn’t expect that, I wasn’t expecting the look of concern that washed over the man’s face at my boyfriend's comment. “I will also be pulling all support from this restaurant that is provided by the Gojo estate.” With that final comment Satoru turned to me and offered his hand for me to take, as I stood up, the waitress from before brought our food now in to-go boxes and handed it to Satoru.

With food in hand we started to exit the restaurant, but before we could reach the door, the supervisor ran after us calling for Satoru. “Mr. Gojo please reconsider, I’ll fire this woman. Flirting with customers is against restaurant policy. Please do not pull the funding.” At first It seemed that he was actually upset about what the woman did but with the last sentence it was clear he was actually more worried about the money the Gojo clan apparently provided the business. 

“No, I will be pulling the funding. You clearly care more about the money then how your employees are treating your top investors.” Satoru said not even looking at the man. With that we left and went home.

Once we were home and finished with our food, we laid down in our large bed and just cuddled with each other. Breaking the silence I asked a question I had been thinking about since we left. “Why did you do that?” I felt him looking at me clearly confused by the sudden question. “I mean tell that guy you were pulling the funding from the restaurant, I didn’t know the Gojo clan had investments in such things.” I was confused.

I felt Satoru chuckle as I laid on his chest before he spoke. “First, The Gojo clan has investments in a lot you don’t know about. Secondly I told him that because I meant it.” I lifted my head to look at him. As if reading my mind he continued, “I’m not going to support a business that only cares about the money and only has a problem with staff being disrespectful when their funds are threatened.” I nodded and was about to say something before he stopped me. “Plus I could tell you were uncomfortable the entire time and were just holding back for my sake. I want you to know that if there is ever a problem I will deal with it.”

“Thank you Satoru.” I said laying my head back on his chest. I decided it was probably time to go to sleep when I let out a small yawn. 

As I drifted off, I heard Satoru speak one last time. “I love you, Y/n, don’t ever forget it. And I mean it when I say you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, I could never wish for more.” With that he placed a kiss to the top of my head and we both fell asleep enjoying each other's embrace.

[atticssmellgood]

I have a request!

I've been feeling super super dysphoric lately and haven't been able to find a fic that just scratches my brain in the right way, and I was wonder if I could request a Spencer Reid x ftm reader where the reader is feeling super dysphoric bc they're pre transition, like no binder level and Spencer helps them feel better with like little words of affirmation shit u know, nothing like super specific you can have creative freedom just definitely words of affirmation

thank you so much!!

To Carry the Weight of a Dead Person with You

Spencer Reid x ftm trans!reader

Summary: Reader feels really dysphoric, Spencer helps

Contains: gender dysphoria, slight mention of misgendering/dead name, hurt/comfort, words of affirmation, slight mention of body parts that could make someone feel dysphoric

A/N: HEY!!! Okay so sorry this took forever to post but I’ve actually been wanting to write this concept for a while, so I’m really glad you requested it! I kinda based this off of my own experiences with gender dysphoria so I hope it still resonates. I hope this makes you feel better🫶🏻 also the title of this is a lyric from “Sweet Cis Teen” by dazey and the scouts

(ALSO LOOK AT HIM HES SO CUTE)

You stand, naked in front of the bathroom mirror, steam from your previous shower fogging up the edges and making the air feel heavy.

It was hard taking a shower when you couldn’t even look down at your own body, and sometimes you succeeded—albeit with a bit of effort. Today was, unfortunately, not one of those days.

Your reflection seemed to beckon you to take a glance when you walked by it and towards the door, it always did. Except today, you listened.

Who knows how long you’ve been standing there, staring at all the parts that just didn’t fit. Your chest that wasn’t flat, your hips that were too wide, your waist that had a curve. None of it felt familiar despite the fact that you’ve lived with this body your entire life.

This week had been especially hard to deal with, the dysphoria practically eating at your insides whenever you had a moment alone with your thoughts. It certainly didn’t help when almost everywhere you went, people just saw you as a woman with short hair and in turn you would get called ma’am by a barista or miss by a stranger trying to catch your attention. You hated it, and yet no matter how hard you tried to ignore them, the thoughts and the comments, you always gave in eventually.

Maybe that’s why you felt stuck, staring at a reflection that you never really recognized as your own. The thoughts began to swarm your mind once more, repeating the one word you hated more than anything.

Girl, girl, girl, girl, gi-

A sudden knock on the bathroom door ripped you away from your trance and a sweet voice spoke to you through the barrier.

“Y/n, you okay in there?” Spencer asked tentatively. He seemed to be a little worried.

You’re quick to respond as you finally turn away from the mirror and crack open the door a bit so your body is hidden behind it but your face is still visible. “Yeah, I’m alright.” You plaster on a smile, one that you hope convinces him of your statement. He looks a little skeptical at first but smiles back.

“Sorry, you were just taking a while and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He leans in and gives you a small peck on the lips “I’ll leave you alone now.” He grins and turns to leave, walking back to the bedroom.

You close the door and lean your forehead against it with a sigh, closing your eyes, water droplets still dripping from your hair and onto your bare shoulders.

—————————

Not too long after Spencer came to check on you, you emerged from the bathroom dressed in a baggy shirt and large sweatpants. Your moment in the bathroom still clung to the back of your mind as you stepped into the shared bedroom, the door creaking slightly.

You leaned up against the doorframe and smiled at the sight before you. Spencer was sitting against the headboard with his glasses on, reading through a novel rather quickly. He seemed so engrossed in the words on the page that he hadn’t even noticed you watching him, admiring how the dim light of the lamp on the bedside table highlighted his features perfectly. It warmed your heart to see him waiting for you to come to bed, despite how tired he probably was from his eventful day at work.

I padded over to my side of the bed and slowly laid down, not wanting to disturb him. My efforts were in vain however, because as soon as he felt the mattress dip under my weight, he was quick to close the book and turn to me.

“Feel better?” He asks quietly, staring at me with a sleepy smile.

I nod and give him a kiss on the cheek before laying down completely. He took that as a sign to say no more and turn off the lamp light, effectively shrouding the room in darkness. You felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him so you were cuddling.

He looked at your face for a second and brushed a piece of your hair back gently. “Your new haircut looks amazing…” he complimented, messing with the now short strands and smiling. When you didn’t say anything back his gaze seemed a little worried.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice was soft and his hand was placed gently on your cheek, his thumb rubbing across the apple of it.

“I’m fine sweetheart, really.” You tell him, although it was a lie. Your thoughts still ate at your mind as you lay there in his embrace. Usually they would’ve gone away by now but it seemed as though they were here to stay this time.

His slight frown indicated that he knew you were lying but he didn’t push you any further on the subject. If you wanted to tell him, you would.

Soon enough, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his steady breathing signifying his slumber.

After watching him for a bit, you turned over so your back was facing him, his arm still wrapped around you. You try to close your eyes and let sleep pull you under but instead you were stuck staring at the wall, unable to quiet your mind.

As time ticked on and your eyes stayed open, you fell deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of self-consciousness and dysphoria. You found yourself hearing those same words, over and over and over again, repeated like a mantra in your head.

Girl, her, (dead name), woman, ma’am

This time, you could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes but you made an effort to keep them at bay so you didn’t wake Spencer. You didn’t want him to see you crying over something so stupid. But it wasn’t until you looked down that you couldn’t help but let out a small sob.

Spencer’s arm had tightened around you in his sleep, effectively pulling the baggy shirt you wore tighter around your body. It now showed the swell of your chest and the curve of your waist as you laid on your side.

The tears started rolling down your face, then. You clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs but you couldn’t stop the way your body was shaking. You felt Spencer move a little behind you, stirring from his sleep due to the sobs wracking your body.

“Y/n?” He mumbles groggily from behind. You quickly wipe your eyes in a poor attempt to hide your little breakdown and turn over to face him.

You sniff and attempt a small smile “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You say, your voice cracking slightly and more tears escaping from your eyes.

Spencer quickly but gently pulls you closer to him and wipes your tears with his free hand. His expression is one of concern and softness.

“What happened?” He asks quietly, looking into your eyes with nothing but love.

“Nothing, nothing, I’m fine really…” more tears streak down your face as you continue to lie.

“No, it’s not,” he says as he moves your hair out of your face again “please talk to me, love. I want to help you.”

You finally let the useless facade fall as you bury your head in his shoulder and let it all out.

He strokes your hair softly as you cry on him, wetting his sleep shirt with your tears and shaking in his arms.

After a short while your tears begin to dry a little and you pull back to look at him. He doesn’t say anything but he keeps you close and waits for you to speak.

“I-…” I take in a shaky breath “Why don’t I fit, Spencer?” You ask quietly, your voice wavering.

“Why can’t I look in the mirror and not hate the way my chest isn’t flat or the way my face is too round?” You ask again. You can feel your eyes getting wet again when you speak. “Why couldn’t I have been a boy?”

He strokes your hair lightly and his eyes widen in understanding.

He pulls you to his chest and kisses your head.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” he looks down at you with a gentle expression “You are a boy, no matter what body you’re in.” He smiles softly.

“It doesn’t matter if your chest isn’t flat or your face is too round, you’ll always be my handsome, dashing, loving boyfriend,” he kisses your forehead “and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

You sniffle a little bit “It would be nice if I could at least pass though, I just hate it so much…” a few more tears escape your eyes

“I know, but you know what?” He lifts your chin up gently so you can look in his eyes “I’ll be here to help you through your transition, every step of the way.” He smiles and wipes your tears away once more.

“But I want you to know that you already pass perfectly fine in my eyes.” He chuckles and kisses your lips softly, stroking your cheek.

You feel a little better when he says those words, and you nuzzle your head into his neck, mumbling a small “thank you”

He kisses the top of your head again and you both stay there for a moment, soaking up the warmth and love that was filling your small bedroom as he peppers kisses all over you and plays with your hair.

Spencer is the one to break the silence with a small yawn and a whisper.

“You know, I really meant what I said about your hair,” he mumbles as he twirls a strand around his finger “it makes you look even more handsome than usual….” He smiles and you feel a grin coming to your face too.

“There it is…” he chuckles warmly as he pulls back to look at your face with soft eyes.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He whispers, snuggling to you close once again. You smile even wider as he says that.

“I love you more…”

You end up falling asleep like that, cuddled up in Spencer’s arms as he whispers sweet compliments to you, running his slender fingers through your hair.

You knew that you would still have these days, the ones that caused you to break down with just one look in the mirror, but you felt happy regardless.

Because you knew Spencer would be there to give you those small compliments that made you feel so much better in your own skin.

Every step of the way.

[busiest-bee]

I’m scared to post this but if I don’t I’ll beat myself up about it. Fuck it we ball

I’ve been trying to put my emotions into words All day. But then I remembered. Oh right yeah. I can just. Say It.

Anyways Me being a loser (vent? I don’t know) under the cut

(Cool divider made by me using some splatoon assets I got off the wiki btw :•3 )

(This is kinda long. Way longer than I originally wanted. So super sorry about that)

Anyways for a little while now I’ve been considering that I Might be some form of nonhuman/otherkin. Specifically a shapeshifter, but dogs, cats (both big and small), wolves, and bears are things I relate to heavily as well. (Not sure “relate” is the best term for what I feel but ehh I’m having a hard enough time with this as is) The dog, wolf, and cat parts are because of the kind of shapeshifter I..am?? That feels kinda crazy to say (and saying THAT is giving me some serious self doubt. But as they say, Fuck It We Ball).

Edit (8-24-24)- adding in cuz I just remembered: some visual similarities to lizards/reptiles so throw a little bit of That in the mix idk

Anyways yea the type of shapeshifter I’m talking about is actually a species I’ve been Sorta developing over a couple years now, it’s all come about pretty naturally tho. It’s basically just my brain saying “hey I Hate these parts of being a human. Let’s do something else” idk how to word it. So the kind of shapeshifter I am is more so based on what I hate about my irl body. That definitely plays into my gender dysphoria, and vice versa.

The bear part I feel less strong about, but it makes sense I guess. That came around when I had an intense hyperfixation on Splatoon. My favorite character is Mr.Grizz. Who is a bear. That hyperfixation was also the catalyst for me trying tinned fish!! (This is important to me bcuz I’m an Incredibly picky eater. Not fully relevant to the rest of this but Oh Well. I’m already oversharing on the internet in an attempt to come to terms with my identity, why not share a fun fact, Yknow?) Ever since that I’ve also felt very strongly about salmon. My favorite fish (I didn’t have a favorite fish beforehand) is sockeye salmon I LOVE them. They’re beautiful. They’re poetic. I want to eat them. Also my current layout (as of writing this) is splatoon themed. Specifically Salmon Run and golden eggs. I love the way the world of splatoon makes me feel. I want to be completely immersed in it. Golden eggs look so tasty and are so gender I HAVE to eat them.

I don’t know if this is a kin thing or if I’m just thinking too hard about it (that could apply to this entire post but eh) but I also relate (again, maybe not the “correct” term but I’m working with what my brain has so shh) to Chara from Undertale. Idk something about a little kid falling down into a mountain full of monsters, being adopted by said monsters, and giving themself up just to try saving them…their cannonical distaste of humans…something about them as a character really feels so intensely Me. I don’t think I Am Chara, but. Idk. This is all very new to me (admitting that I feel these things at least. I’ve been consuming some kin content for a while now. It’s fun!! Love moodboards and stimboards so much they’re so fun)

And maybe, if anyone has even read this far, u might be asking “bee! Your name is Bee! Your account name is bee themed!! Are u a little honey making freakazoid out to get lost in the pollen sauce?”

To which I say:

All jokes aside. I don’t know man. Bees are very me, I am very bees, but I tried looking at bee kin/therian posts and i couldn’t really relate as well as i hoped. Although I might’ve just not scrolled down enough to find something that I really deeply felt in my gut. So just. Think of me like a fancy car (except creature) with a cool bee themed skin or something idk. (To be fair itd make more than enough sense for me to be a..kin?? Therian?? I don’t know. Of a bee. I have so many bee things. One day I will have more)

I’m still unsure of labels, if anything I just prefer the term nonhuman, gets the point across without being too specific, and doesn’t give me any of the bad icky feelings that make me feel like I’m lying no matter what I do or say.

Anyways yeah this was long and dumb and honestly? I’m terrified to post it. Ive been struggling to get my words out all day and I’ve been posting like a madman. But I guess using my social media as an outlet for all my emotions I otherwise wouldn’t really have anywhere to put will do that.

Sorry if none of this made any sense, I’m really trying to not only understand myself, but also to then Describe that understanding to other people. And I’ve never been very good at having people understand me.

If I end up realizing I was wrong I will promptly dig a hole in the ground and let nature overtake me and cover me in moss

(Also just a note: if anyone sees this, Reads this, and decides to like. Reply or reblog with words of encouragement/understanding or really Anything. I might not reply bcuz I have really bad social anxiety, especially on the internet. But trust me when I say that I read everything people say in the tags of reblogs, comments/replies, all of it. It’s all greatly appreciated, it really truly is.)

(Cool ass Mr.Grizz divider made by me with an asset from the Nintendo online app in Wandercrust I think. Though I believe all the pics u can get from that are also on the wiki) (I should make a salmon themed divider holy shit)

[molsno]

hey, sorry if this is out of line, but I'm a "theyfab" (pre-everything guy, waiting for top approval, rly sensitive to hormones so worried about t) dating a transfemme. I want her to feel loved and seen by me - she's also early in transition and I want her to know that me loving her as she is DOESNT mean I won't continue to love her as she grows and changes. She's pretty shy and her only trans girl friends are online. Anyway, I want to learn how to NOT be like the tme people you've interacted with. U can ignore this, but if u do have advice I'd love to hear it!

Also, I'm really sorry about the abuse you've endured. It's not fair. It's not acceptable.

hi, I honestly appreciate you asking for advice! that to me shows that you do really care about her and want to be good to her

I think the most important thing is to keep in mind that she's in an incredibly vulnerable and precarious position. it sounds to me like she doesn't have a big support network. it can be very hard to build something like that as a trans woman (especially early in transition) but it's something that's absolutely vital. a big problem that I think a lot of us face is becoming overly dependent on a tme person (or a few of them) which can be completely devastating if that person leaves. I think the best thing you can do to help her is to encourage her to make more friends of her own. ideally, they should NOT just be your friends that you're introducing her to. she needs to have friends and allies completely separate from you. you cannot do everything for her, nor should you be expecting/expected to - that's a fast way to make sure your relationship falls apart. above all - and this is key - is to understand that you don't own her. she's an independent person, and she deserves to have her own life and make her own choices about it

I feel I should also warn you that this is going to be a very tumultuous time for her. she is literally starting to undergo a second puberty, and it will be just as distressing, hormonal, and emotional as the first one. cut her some slack if she seems irritable or upset for seemingly no reason. for me and a lot of other trans women I know, this was one of the most dysphoria-inducing periods of our lives. it very well might be for her too. it's easy to be upset that the hormones aren't working, or that changes aren't happening fast enough, or that you'll be ugly or not feminine enough, etc. she may express doubts like this. offer her reassurance! it will take time for her to see the changes she wants to see, but they'll come. in the mean time, let her know whenever you notice changes in her. maybe you'll notice her skin is softer, or her hair looks more lush, or her face is rounding out, or her hips are getting wider. let her know that you see these things and compliment her. early transition can very well be a source of joy, if she's able to take pleasure in the little changes, and you can absolutely be a part of that process!

I don't know if your relationship involves sex, and I don't want to make any assumptions about how you two engage in it if so. however, this is a common experience I hear about, so I feel like I should tell you this. don't expect her to have sex with you like a cis man. not only can it be dysphoria-inducing to always have to top, her body will possibly not even be capable of that soon due to the effects of estrogen. if that's how you've been having sex up until now, you'll have to really reorient how you two do things. I haven't read it myself, but I've heard the zine "fucking trans women" by mira bellwether contains a lot of good information on this topic. you may find it useful! I think you can read it at this link, but I'm not sure. if any of my followers have a better link, go ahead and put it in the replies!

finally, and this is honestly just a good tip for relationships in general, listen to her. if she's upset about something, take her seriously and don't pass judgment on her. don't immediately jump on the defensive if she's upset about something you've done in particular. try to put yourself in her shoes and see things from her perspective. show her that she can talk to you about anything and you'll be receptive, and you'll be able to have open, honest communication much more often, which will lead to a much stronger and healthier relationship

thank you for sending this, and thank you for your reassurance about my own trauma as well. it really means a lot to me! it really helps me feel more optimistic to know that there are tme people who are willing to listen to us and be better allies to us. I think your girlfriend is very lucky to have you, and I hope you can both be happy together!

before I go, I know I'm not that knowledgeable about your personal situation, but I would say that if you think testosterone would make you happier, you should pursue it! if you can obtain it, there's nothing wrong with taking it for a week or two, seeing how it makes you feel, and then deciding whether or not to keep taking it based on that. either way, I wish you the best!

[intergalactic-chameleon]

something that’s been on my mind a lot lately is T and if, when, and how long i should/could take it for. im not really in a hurry for it because im still trying to process how it would change me. and the thing is, i know i can get a low-T prescription, and I know i can stop it whenever i feel like it. but the big picture is what stops me in my tracks…

like, the reasons i want to take T are overwhelmingly erotic and sexual. which is cool, and i know that’s a big reason why most transmasc ppl take T in the first place. i see sexy transmen who have been on T for years and love how masculine their bodies have become, and often i yearn to look like them too. but being that i dont fully consider myself a man, i worry that it would be distressing to one day look so much like a man that no one would idk… recognize me?

again this is sort of irrational bc again i have control over when and how long i could take T for but idk, it’s so frustrating. i feel like i get ahead of myself and mentally think “hell yea, one day im gonna look like a sexy man. that’s so hot!! i cant wait to have the sex ive always dreamed of” but then i remind myself most of my family knows me as a woman and in some ways/instances i like being seen as a woman and i just. dont know how worth it is to just “dive in too deep” irt medical transition when i value my connections with people as a Woman so to speak

a smaller dilemma is whether or not i want to try T out before or after top surgery (which i still need to like, find a way to get a consultation with a surgeon who i feel will give me the kind of results i want… disgruntled sigh). but regardless i know top surgery will change my relationship to my body tenfold and it’s like… will i still want T after surgery? how far do i want to go with this whole thing?

just. gah. i feel like if my dysphoria was more straight forward i feel like i could make decisions abt transition more easily. but i dont know how much femininity i want to “sacrifice” so that im more sexually fulfilled… atp it just feels like i have this ultra masculine fantasy version of myself in my head and it’s scary to try and go after that.

but at the same time i read all this of writing over and worry im inhibiting myself too much! like im just scared of being Too Trans so that it becomes A Thing and i have to come out to everyone, And im also scared of waiting unnecessarily long to do the things i wanna do just because im concerned that like, idk, extended family is going to be weird and upset abt it. which shouldnt stop me because this is my life and i get to decide what to do with it. but it still distresses me…

truly i know the answer to all of this is that i have more control over my hormonal changes than i think i do, and that transition can stop and restart several times thru out ur life and thats ok, and the people who truly love you will try their best to acknowledge and accept u as u are. but this knowledge wont stop me from overthinking all of this, will it?? 🙃

basically, i pretty much know what i want, but im scared i have unrealistic expectations and that it would be more dysphoria inducing to attempt to more vigorously transition (read: take T long enough to look and sound super different) than to otherwise not. god

[terasutetrad-ruikamishiro]

// light angst under the cut. dysphoria mostly. mention of weight.

Rui clutches his chest, wheezing as he shuts his bedroom door behind him.

[u-ugh- what on earth? I only went out for a little while...!]

He had gone by the local dollar store to stock up on miscellaneous things like tape and markers, only to come back feeling the telltale ache in his ribcage that comes only with wearing his binder too long.

[But I've only had it on for half an hour, maximum...]

He coughs.

Oh, god-

Well, he can think later. Right now, he has to get this off.

He takes out his earrings, his shirt, and, with immense struggle, slides his fingers under the seam of the binder.

o-oww...

He winces. Why is it pinching his fingers so hard...?

He pulls, but the garment won't budge.

[What? Oh, come on, now...!]

He keeps pulling with increasing force until it finally comes off.

He heaves a few very needed breaths, but he's not ready for the stab of soreness that comes with them, hunching over when it hits.

a-ahh...ouch-!!

He turns to look in the mirror. There are imprints from where the seams cut into his skin, and minor bruising around them.

[... it's made me sore, but I've never had it bruise me before...]

Staring into the mirror to assess any visible injury also forces him to look at, well, his body. And as he traces his figure with his hands, he can't help but notice how much he's changed.

Rui was stick-thin when he was younger, he recalls, ignoring the chill that runs up his spine as he brings his memory back 3 years. This is, of course, not the case anymore. Sure, it's a result of taking better care of himself, but...

[I'm probably a good 20 pounds heavier than I was in junior high, if not more. And this binder...]

Rui takes the discarded clothing item off the floor, checking its tag.

[...is still an extra small.]

He holds the binder up to his body, and nearly recoils at how small it looks on his silhouette.

[...I knew it. It's far too small. I noticed I was getting sore more often, but I thought I had just not been watching the time like I should...]

...

[...the things I do just to not feel like tearing my skin off.]

As he continues to stare in the mirror, he suddenly realizes it's making him feel sick. He doesn't want to look at his ridiculously feminine figure anymore. He wants his chest flat again, he doesn't like the weight on his shoulders, he doesn't like the curve of his waist, he doesn't like it at all.

He turns away and pulls his shirt on again.

[... you're joking.]

He groans, tugging at the tight fabric around his chest, and grabs some oversized jacket out of his closet.

[there...]

He finally feels like he can breathe.

Now it's later, and he has to think.

[...I need another one, obviously. I'll need to measure myself again...and I don't think I have the money for it now...and I don't know how long it'll take for it to come...and I don't know of anywhere I can buy one in-store...or what other sizing is like...and-]

Another wave of pain shoots through his body, and he realizes he doesn't want to think about this anymore.

...

[I'm just going to lie down...]

[jasonsthunderthighs]

I shaved my noggin in high school and loved it tbh! Idk where u live but where i was, the weather/wind felt so nice on my head lol. Also if you're ever desperate for longer hair again for whatever reason, wigs are a thing! And if you got a shaved head they're easier to apply. Also hair always grows back 🤷 there were downsides in that sometimes i wished i had more control over how i presented gender-wise (thats just me personally though, idk your situation) and also as an introvert i kinda hated all the people who would stare at me 😅 it can be a mixed bag but im 100000% glad i did it!

I've honestly been thinkin bout it for two weeks.

I don't wish for longer hair EVER again. It gives me dysphoria and I just don't know how to style it for the life of me.

I hide most of my hair in my Snorlax beanie like how Louise from Bob's Burgers wears a hat to cover her head.

It's different when I'm at my second job, though. I don't wear a hat or my beanie, so I put my hair up in a little upper ponytail with the rest of my hair not tied up. (If that makes sense.)

The one thing stoppin me is that I DON'T want to look like Tobin (my dad) when and if I do decide to shave it off.

Summer is comin and my beanie makes it more worse for me, since I don't have a car and ride the bus or walk everywhere (that means in the blazin sun, snowy days, stormy rainy days, etc.) cause cars are honestly a privilege.

If I don't get the time to get a proper haircut from a hair place, then I'm grabbin my razer and shavin it, cause it's also just so overstimulatin for me (I hate my hair touchin my neck) and it makes me so uncomfortable.

And I'm honestly happy my hair kinda grows fast and it'll get to the peach fuzz look in two months or so.

I'm really glad you enjoyed havin a shaved head and I'm really happy for you to tell me your experience of what I want to do with my body and questionin it.

[burningdarkfire]

still thinking about when we sort of formally returned to the office and i had just buzzed off all my pandemic hair and one of the admins who is a nice older lady looked at me and went “wow! you look so good! i’ve always wanted to have short hair like that!” and it really has haunted me for a year+ because like .. girl nothing is stopping u from buzzing ur hair too u know? thinking all the time abt how most people, even if they’re not trans, have some sort of body dysphoria .. i really think i’m very lucky that i’ve always liked my body 🤷‍♂️

[flowers-n-flight-risks]

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

im not great with specific lables, i usually just call myself nonhuman. i do consider myself fictionkin, but since this is specifically alterhuman (which im 90% sure is mostly nonhuman stuff) ill not discuss those ‘types here

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

im an angel, a ghost, and a werewolf!

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

well idk what a cameo shift is but i do experince shifts in a sense. i consider a shift to be whenever im feeling my nonhumanity more strongly, though i always feel it to an extent. right now my most common shifts are werewolf and angel, as in those are what i consider myself most of the time when i think abt it, and those are the things that make me happy when i see stuff related to them

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

i suppose the way i would experience any other facet of my identity. its who i am, but not really something i tell other people, tho i feel like they can tell im not exactly human (even if they dont put it in those words lol). it affects how i want to look, what i make/buy/have around me, how i interact with other people/creatures/etc, that sort of thing. its really important to me but its also just my life, yknow? i dont think abt it much more than i do something like my sexuality

5/ What do you think of the community?

i think it is interesting!! i am bad at involving myself in it!! but i would like to know more ppl in the community!! im bad at online communities in general tbh, but whenever i meet someone irl who is also nonhuman (this has happened only once but it was really cool) i feel so connected and understood, so i think thats how it would be if i were more in the community probably

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

being compared to any of my ‘types, gear even tho i only have wings and a pair of ears/a tail that look nothing like mine lol, existing around others like me (so dogs or being alone), referring to humans as something other or otherwise verbally separating myself from humanity, just thinking abt it on my own and letting myself enjoy it like i am rn by making this post!

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

yeah all the time kinda. i miss my wings or my tail or my muzzle or my ability to aimlessly float (swimming is nice but not as good!!!!) or all at once. i like how i look in this human body but i wish i could customize it further to look more like me. those animal hrt comics that have gotten popular lately are my dream tbh. but i hold out hope that someday ill be able to look more like myself (or just get better gear) (or make friends who’ll refer to me as myself and understand the nonhumanity)

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

uhhhhh dont overthink it, dont worry abt what everyone else is doing or what bullies have to say abt whats right and wrong or good and bad. just focus on urself and how u feel and what makes u the most comfortable, cause nonhumanity can be pretty freaking uncomfortable sometimes so u gotta look out for urself. also its ok to be wrong and to change and whatever else. and the angels love you (platonically)

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

ye i currently have 2 pairs of wings (one white one black), 1 tail (black and red so not my colors but still cool), a halo headband (very fake looking but still nice), a pair of ears that were supposed to be cat ears but look like wolf ears too (they’re handmade). i wanna get real ears and a tail in my color someday, and a cool dog collar cause even tho im a werewolf im more of a wolfdog (black wolves are inherently part dog fun biology fact) so i can have that dog swag. i also kinda wanna make some sort of mask/paws/furry leggings(???) to do like a partial fursuit type look cause thats how i wish i could look as a werewolf and i wanna wear it to the library and freak people out lol

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

hmmmmmmmmm its tricky cause my fictionkintypes are all past lives but my nonhuman identities arent like, something i was in a past life, they’re things i am currently now still. like i lived a life as an angel, and now i am in a human body but i am still an angel. i am still in some ways a ghost living in a human body. i am a werewolf that cannot physically transform but im still a werewolf right now. yknow? so im not really concerned with the cause of my existence. if i were to randomly make up a hypothesis on the spot ill say maybe this: i was an angel put into this body, i combined with the spirit of whoever would’ve inhabited the body if i wasnt put here and thats the ghost part, and i just acquired budget lycanthropy sometime in my past (maybe cause i was born on a full moon). thats just a guess not something i completely believe btw

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

hmmmmmmmmm anyone who follows me ig! the only ppl i can think of to tag are fictionkin not necessarily nonhuman lol. so if u see this post and u wanna answer go at it have fun

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈