#transfem splendid

[circus-clownn]

did you guys miss her

[theradicalace]

thinking about transfem splendid again. something about having to navigate transitioning while being a very prominent public figure who people rely on in literal life or death scenarios.... such fervent appeal

[htfs-ranked-on]

Male htf characters on whos most likely to be a trans male

all of them

trans man: toothy, handy, lifty, splendont

transmasc nonbinary: nutty, sniffles, mime

cis man: cuddles, pop, cub, mole, disco bear, russell, shifty, flippy

[euporie-art]

BIG AGREE ON EVERY POINT I LOVE THEM... I've read that fic, I love it so much its so good

here's some brief ramblings of my own :3

I think Albert would specifically transform into a bat resembling a soprano pipistrelle or a natterers bat, because they're tiny and fuzzy and very cute and I love them. I know they're not vampire bats but... eh whatever

I think they could use their joint nerd powers to figure out which vampire abilities were fiction or fact. Like. ye olde spreadsheet of a bunch of examples of vampire abilities that barok knows about, and they just spend an afternoon together testing which ones Albert can actually do

I really want to draw them more but unfortunately I am going to be very busy over the next few days. HOWEVER. this concept is plaguing my thoughts so probably expect more soon... I feel kinda bad for spamming the benbaro tags tho 💀💀

(this is my main blog I am @euporie-art)

hi I am sorry 2 bother you but whenever you reblog my art you always put very nice tags on it and it makes me quite happy

I am thinking. about vampire benbaro. do you have any thoughts on them.

Hello!!!!! You're no bother at all, I'm actually very happy to hear from you again!! :D

I'm glad my silly reblog tag ramblings can make you happy! :)

I actually (and unfortunately) don't have that many thoughts on them (edit from the future: yeah sure buddy) because I don't think about Vampire AUs very often even though it's a classic and it works great with them. Generally, I absolutely agree that Albert should be the vampire because that is 100% the funnier option. Otherwise, my thoughts overlap with this post and are as follows:

Albert has a tapetum lucidum on his eyes, the thing animals with improved night vision have that makes their eyes glow when hit by light. I'm always a big fan of Albert being a little weird and freaky.

Since bats eat fruit and insects too and Albert is pretty constantly low on food (see linked post), he has eaten bugs. He regrets it sometimes but they are a good source for protein.

For funsies, I like to imagine him being able to walk up walls Hotel Transylvania-style because he is definitely the type of guy to start pacing with thinking and so he ends up on the ceiling.

I am consultung old Discord messages about this for this answer and past me said that apparently bats are colorblind (though it might not be all of them) and so Albert is too!

Absolute favorite of mine: BATS CAN PURR!! ALBERT CAN PURR!!!

Here are some more or less useful biting places: The most useful and sensible one is of course the vein in the crook of Barok's arm which isn't very romantic but practical. The jugular veins in the throat are of course a classic among vampire enthusiasts but because there is so much blood flowing through it, it would definitely require medical attention afterwards. But one can alter reality in fiction, as a treat. Also there is the femoral artery that runs through the thigh and aside from it being hard to access (especially since Barok's legs are so muscular), I think Barok would die and not only from bloodloss. Other than that, the saliva of vampire bats contains anticoagulants that prevent blood from clotting, so that's in Albert's saliva too.

Albert can communicate with the bats in Barok's office. (In my world, Barok named them all after female characters from operas because he doesn't know which bat is male or female but he noticed they were reproducing, so he just gave them female names. Perhaps Albert can clear up the mystery.)

Since Albert doesn't really have blood unless he feeds, he doesn't really have body heat but when he's fed, he is also able to blush and I think seeing your boy best friend blushing with your own blood inside his cheeks would also kill Barok.

As I mentioned in our previous benbaro thought exchange, I take Barok as having been a huge vampire nerd, so having a vampire boyfriend is like a dream come true to him. It also opens new possibilities of taking care of and protecting Albert which he likes doing because it's an easier way for him to express that he cares about him.

Also here is a meme I made because I think Albert would travel most safely in daylight as a bat and to not lose him in the busy streets of London, Barok puts him in his breastpocket.

On a final note, here is my favorite vampire!Albert fic!

Pray forgive the discourtesy of this being more ben than baro or benbaro throughts, I hope me loving to think about the logistics of non-human stuff was still entertaining. I'd love to hear your vampire benbaro thoughts!! :)

[heremob]

Transgirl Mime and Lammy, perhaps? Or transgirl Handy and Petunia…? Do you have any T4T headcanons?

I'll do transgirl Mime later i swear 😭😭😭😭 um just in a rush rn so have them for now!

As for t4t headcanons idk really i have lots of trans headcanons but i think i dont have any t4t hcs

So to compendate ill share my trans hcs! :D

Splendid: Transmasc

Splendont: Transfem

Shifty: Transmasc

Russell: Transmasc

Handy: Transfem

[cookies-and-mirrors]

Prison of Stone and Flesh

Chapter Six

This is a collaborative fic between @cookiesupplier and @faceless-mirror.

Dividers by @samspenandsword

Pairings: Chris x transfem!Vinny, Justin x transmasc!Ricky, Chris x Justin x Ryan, Chris x transmasc!Ricky, Ryan x ONBC, Ryan x transfem!Vinny, Ryan x transmasc!Ricky, Justin x transfem!Vinny

Triggerlist: transphobia, homophobia, abuse, SA, dubcon, religious trauma, past suicide attempts, mental health issues, grief. (To be added to)

Christopher, Justin, and Ryan are members of the Gargoyle Order, soldiers fighting in the angels war against the demonic supernatural evils of the world to protect human kind. Through the years they lost comrades and now just the three of them remain in their little town.

Now, Ricky and Vinny are moving into their church, stirring up old and new feelings, along with the past, posing the challenge of navigating this new chapter in their lives.

Can they all navigate this path successfully and break free of the prisons that is their lives of both stone and flesh, or will they all be trapped forever in a world that could prove to be a constant misery?

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Chapter Six

Sliding in the last tray of vegan cookies and treats, Vinny dusted off her hands, wearing a dress of white lace and an apron that was covered in flour. She had her hair tied up and her green eyes sparkled as she flicked the open sign on, and unlocked the door with a smile. She had cleaned up the glasses from the night before already, and sighed softly, having a little package of coffee and treats ready for when Ricky’s partner of the night came down from the apartment. 

She knew the relationship she had with Ricky was unconventional at best. But it was what worked best for both of them. They were in sync with each other’s needs, and he understood her in a way most didn’t.

She was broken out of her thoughts as the door opened, and she grinned looking up towards the door, “Welcome!”

Christopher had slipped out of the Church the back way, he usually always flew out of the balcony. Unfortunately, if he’d have tried that now he would have likely ruined the clothes he’d been wearing, and his wings tearing up the back of his garments would have been a bit noticeable. He doubted they’d transform with him, such as the ones he’d worn for thousands of years did. So the back way worked. He made his way around the building, it was not a simple small building, the Church, oh, it had been glorious once, and it still was, it pained Christopher to see it so different, so… changed. It had ripped him apart each day the mortals had come in, changing one more thing after another.

Then Ricky and Vinny had arrived, and something had shifted in him. 

It wasn’t that the pain was gone, far from it, but it was something else when he saw her. Approaching the front doors, oh, how they turned the magnificent Church into a splendid café, and Vinny, he breathed in the scents of the delightful baked goods that he knew first hand were delicious. The times she had baked for him, it was still a wonder how she knew what he chose to eat, and he was thankful for it. 

To be greeted by that beautiful smiling face was such a blessing as he approached. He knew he was probably a sight, his angel marking tattoos that were exposed, however, would no doubt appear different to her than his unit brethren. Enochian didn’t just sound different to mortals, but the writing was as well, she’d see mortal styled tattoos of different varieties instead, over most of his exposed skin that was marked by the angel's runes. Covering most of his body, aside from his face. 

Smiling to her as he approached, “Fair Morning, I hope you are well?”

She beamed, “I am!” Her cheeks were a light pink, with nothing but joy in her eyes. “I had a great start to my morning. What would you like? I just made some vegan apple banana oatmeal cookies if you want some. Fresh out of the oven.” She commented, offering one to him. This was how she flirted—feeding people. And he was gorgeous, and she didn't want to charge him a single thing. 

The way her cheeks flushed, it was almost like he could feel the warmth emanating from her very skin. It took everything in him not to reach out and brush his fingertip across her cheek then and there, but, he was a stranger to her, it would be weird at best, creepy even. “Vegan apple banana oatmeal cookies, that actually sounds delightful. Are you vegan?” It was something he was curious about, how she had gotten into baking vegan cuisine. 

Accepting the cookie she offered now, at first more focused on the question, not even thinking the cookie would be any different from the cookies she left him when the café closed before sunset. Those were always delightful. However, when he took that first bite, and the warm baked cookie hit his tongue, his honey-brown eyes went wide, and he groaned softly. “Oh, this is wonderful.”

She giggled, “No, I’m not, but I like to play with vegan food. I eat a lot of vegetarian cuisines and I love spending time baking and not a lot of vegan recipes tend to have a lot of flavor- not to mention places that carry vegan food aren’t too common.” she explained, pulling out a box to put a collection of cookies into so he could sample all the freshest ones. “Would you like some coffee with it? I have a caramel apple latte I’ve been perfecting.”

Her entire body seemed to vibrate with the compliment from him, her heart soaring as her chest puffed out a bit.

Christopher was absolutely mesmerized watching her, not only for the food she was packing into a sample box, but also the lacy dress down her body that just gave an air about her that had him enraptured. He’d never seen Chenza wear the like befo- swallowing, he took in a breath, she wasn’t Chenza, she wasn’t… a pit in his gut was so guilty. Though, he paused for a moment as their eyes met, his golden honey brown to her forest green, he couldn’t help but smile slightly, the sadness in his heart easing as he did. “I would love to try it, thank you.”

Oh, he would try anything she offered him, if he was honest with himself. “With oat milk, if I could, please? I, I am, actually vegan.” It felt so weird, asking, but he didn’t want to assume she would just accept that was how he liked it because he had asked her before, and he wanted a reason to keep talking to her. He wanted a reason, any reason, to stay here, just as long as he could.

She beamed, “I can do that. Would you like coconut whipped cream? It’s vegan, and it lets you enjoy whipped cream too!” she gushed, offering a fresh tart to him as well as she moved to prep the coffee with bright eyes, “Do you want any espresso in it? I can add it-” she babbled, her black heels clicking softly on the floor as she moved, her dress twirling around her as she darted around, her curls bouncing against her shoulders. 

She knew what she was doing and everything was perfect and precise as she worked.

Oh, he’d enjoyed that whipped cream before. After that first day, and the next time, she’d brought him another drink with whipped cream, and he’d gotten to it before it melted. He’d at first been disappointed thinking he’d have to hand it over to Justin, cream and all, but the smell, and the taste, oh, it had been delicious. As she was babbling a bit though, he took a massive risk, and reached across the counter, and his hand reaching to settle over hers to still her as she prepped the coffee machine. He didn’t know a single element of how the contraption worked, however, easing her for a moment couldn’t be bad as it appeared not to be running quite yet. She could breathe, just for a moment. That was what he’d always told his unit as he trained them, take a breath before acting, and then go, it will soothe you and make it easier.

Smiling to her softly, “Surprise me.” As he let her hand go, and she continued to work, he just continued to watch her move around, fascinated.

When he touched her she looked up at him cheeks burning bright, the faintest of freckles on her cheeks mixed in with the red of her blush. She held her breath for a moment, knowing he could likely see the affection she already had for him. “I… Yeah, I… I can…do that.” She whispered, moving to pull out the homemade caramel she had mixed into the coffee. She made the espresso, balancing all she did before finally placing the drink before him with a hefty amount of whipped cream, caramel and sweet coffee. 

“My name is Vinny, by the way. I never got yours,” she commented, tucking a curl behind her ear.

Christopher lifted the drink to his lips eagerly, not able to resist tempting himself. Vinny was his temptation, she was, he would admit to it, his eyes fluttering as the scalding liquid hit his tongue, oh, he loved it. As his eyes opened to hers, they were warm, and bright, a wide smile to her.. As he lowered his drink a little, “It’s ever such a pleasure to meet you, Vinny, truly.” Officially that his, his name, his name.

He knew he shouldn’t give it, he knew he needed to stay away from her. Involving himself anywhere near mortals was a slippery slope, but they both lived here, and if they were to co-exist, could they at least know of each other? Besides, Vinny had been more than gracious to him, and he, he couldn’t seem to drag himself away. “Well, it's a mouthful I am told, but it was impressed upon me young, that my name was bestowed upon me as an honor, so I should treat it as such. Christopher Abraham Barak Cerulli.”

Vinny smiled, “Christopher Abraham Barak Cerulli… I like it. It sounds really dignified. But… if it's not weird… can I call you Chris?” she asked, tilting her head with wide eyes, lips curled up softly as she covered the cookies and offered the box to him. “If not, I understand, I can call you Christopher.” she assured.

Behind her was a platform. The nameplate polished and a large bouquet of red roses and lilies were in a beautiful vase. Authenticity. 

Dignified was one way to put it, pretentious was another, that was how he’d always thought of it, how his name was a whole mouthful. Whenever Jerahmiel had addressed him directly, he had insisted on using his full name, inflection and all. It had always honestly been exhausting, really. Christopher was so much easier. When Vinny asked if she could call him Chris though, he paused, no one had called him Chris, well, not since, and it had only ever had been…

Swallowing, “Of course, for you, Chris would be, perfect.” He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t. It was a slippery slope, and he was already struggling to separate the two, he was struggling not to blur the- Christopher had smiled as he accepted the box of fresh cookies and treats when he saw it. 

The platform. 

It was one of the gargoyle platforms from the above section of the Church. He’d noticed the Ricky had moved a few of them, and he’d scoffed at it, ridiculous, but he hadn’t realized that he’d moved this one. The placement, the large luxurious bouquet of flowers, Christopher took a shaky breath. 

Authenticity.

“I- I- I apologize. I really should be going, it’s almost dawn. How much do I owe you?” He might not get paid by the angels, protecting humanity was a thankless job, but, living the life they did, they found ways to acquire money. Admittedly, not entirely ways the mortals would be all too happy about, he was sure.

“Today? For you? Just five dollars. Cookies are on me.” She murmured gently seeing his change in demeanour, concern coursing through her face head slightly tilted and lips parted, some worry lining her features.

Nodding slightly, the tilt of his head slow for a moment, finally his eyes moving to flicker back to Vinny properly, blinking as he fought the haze in them. Instead, he took in a deep breath, slipping the few notes and coins he had collected in his pockets. He didn’t know much about money, they’d acquired food and anything else they needed by other means, besides, they didn’t have many wants really. He did however know five dollars, but handed over a ten, “Keep the rest. Thank you.” If his voice was rough, he didn’t much want to acknowledge it as he nodded to her and took a step back, picking up his box of treats and coffee.

“Ah… thanks. I hope you have a good day…” she called gently, offering a sympathetic smile to him with nothing but warm kindness for him.

She watched him leave and looked away, turning her attention to the door that was creaking open from the apartment. The man stumbled down, looking dazed, as Vinny offered the bag and coffee with a knowing smile. “I hope you had a good night. This is on the house.”

Christopher went back out the front of the Church, walking the long way around the building, each step feeling heavier than the last. He was trying not let his mind weigh on what he’d seen inside, but there was no way he couldn’t. Slipping back inside the building through the back way, so that Vinny wouldn’t see him, and climbed up the lesser known stairs, the Church always had the main area and the one for the living quarters. Now, there was the set that led directly to the Rectory and were almost never used, not even really by the Gargoyles. Why would they need to when they used the balcony more than anything before, and the stairs to the main area.

Still, by the time Christopher made it up to the rectory, he was cutting it close to sunrise, but he didn’t even care anymore.. There were tears streaming down his face. Justin and Ryan, whom were both about to accost him for going down to see Vinny, when they had wanted to go down to the bar all night, and he’d denied them, were shocked at the sight of him instead. “Shit, Christopher, what, what happened?” Had they heard her ask about shortening his name? Of course! Did they dare? Certainly not!

He shook his hand putting away his treats and leaving what was left of his coffee aside, too distraught to eat now, they’d been only a means to see her anyway. Stripping out of the foreign clothes, he changed into his familiar garb. His clothes, he knew them, he needed them. Moving to his new spot.. That part he hated, but he didn’t have his pedestal anymore, at least it certainly wasn’t positioned in the same place.. Where he could see..

A fresh flow of tears came.. “Christopher…” Justin began, but he shook his head, no, no, he couldn’t talk about it, only, just as the sun was rising…

“She’s behind the bar.”

Only for the sun to rise as they took their beast forms and forced all three of them into their stone prisons for the day. Instead of the monstrous growls, two looks of concerns, and one of utter despair over what some would consider grisly faces.

[transitranger327]

Howdy, I’m Melody (my friends call me Mel)

I’m bisexual, nonbinary, genderfluid, neurodivergent, and lutheran. And engaged!

What this blog usually talks about: queerness, adhd, sci-fi/fantasy, urbanism, and church. sometimes all at once

You can find my fanfiction at janMelantu on ao3 (I also post them on this blog)

WolfWren (Sabine/Shin): Ehn’yuste: the Three Ways

Gruulfriends (Chandra/Nissa): Splendid Reclamation

Stormpilot (Finn/Poe): Jetii Mando’ayust

Barrissoka: What’s Past is Passed; Sundari Twilight

Oshecki: Spin the Thread, Weave the Story; Six Shots

Trans Clone Trooper OCs: The Eddy Squad Files

Ahsoka/Transfem Jarrus: It’s Not Enough to Feel the Lack

Niko Aris/Tyvar Kell: Of Deeds Greatly Done

Rocinante Polycule: Proper Thanks

I also make synopses for X-Men ‘97: Episode 1

You can fight me on Magic Arena at janMelantu#86569

[edraculation]

beautiful transfem boobs on my screen... splendid

[glacierruler]

Games and Thrones

What a Wonderful Proposal

ao3 Masterpost | Next Chapter

Creator Chose Not To Use Content Warnings

Taglist: @cutebisexualmess @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

Some notes before we get into the chapter: Characters and their genders and pronouns: Logan is bigender (she/her he/him) Remy is cisgender (he/him) Virgil is genderfluid (he/she/they/it) Remus, agender (it/its) Roman, cisgender (he/him) Patton, transfem (she/her) Janus, genderqueer, any pronouns

It was a dull sort of day, a day that Virgil would usually be practicing their dancing, or prose, or how to stand correctly, or a variety of different dreary activities that they had practiced since birth. Except, they supposed, that there must have been something important about today; their parents ordering them to dress in either their best suit or dress.

"Patton! I require your assistance!"

"What do you need my noble," Patton entered, ready to assist them with anything. There was a reason she had been made his trusted servant, among many things she was kind, gracious, and she knew just how to quell their thoughts when things were getting bad.

"I am calling on your assistance to decide whether I should don my best suit or if a dress would be better for this mysterious occasion."

"I suppose that depends, is it an either or day for you? Or are you struggling with your image for the day and need a second opinion?"

"It is an either or sort of day. Should I wear a dress I shall be fine, same if I were to wear a suit. And what of the emblems? Should I wear the storm cloud or the spider or both"

"Well," Patton started uncomfortably, her distaste of spiders obvious, "perhaps it would be best if you wore the storm cloud, with your dress? It has the spiderweb like strands all over the skirt, which would give the impression of the shadow and dark magic your father's side possesses while the storm cloud being a show of your mother's magical nature."

"What a splendid idea! I must get dressed, I'll call you in again should anything arise," Virgil smiled, pushing Patton out of the room as they went to get dressed.

Putting on their dark purple dress with white spiderweb strands that went across the skirt, they reached for their storm cloud brooch that would sit on their right shoulder. Looking into the mirror, they sighed, noticing their tense shoulders.

It would be much easier if I was to know what was happening, Virgil thought to themself. If I was to know what was coming up, I might not worry so much.

Still, they knew there was no use delaying something, especially one of seemingly high importance.

There were five knocks in quick succession on their door.

"My noblest of nobles," sung the nasally voice of Remus. Who, while it wasn't so bad, it did grate their nerves like that of cheese, "Your parents and their special guests recquire your attendance within the next fifteen minutes! Or else they should explode, gore and guts everywhere!"

Gore?

"You did not happen to strap a bomb to go off in the hall should I not be there in fifteen minutes, did you?"

"You should only find out if you choose exit the room and traverse the hall of tricks and traps yourself!"

"Oh, don't tell me you filled it with pig's blood again! Assisting you in keeping your job is getting dreadfully near impossible, there are only so many things I should be able to dismiss! It is a wonder my parents still approve of you being near me every day with your sense of humor along with the amount of times you have caused my mind to work against me more than it already does!"

"Oh noble of infinite change, it is of no fault of my own that the butcher needed to get rid of all the extra blood, for she was all willing to give it to me—"

"I am sure the bribery of 5 gold did you well with her desperate need to rid herself of gallons of blood," Virgil cut in dryly. Opening the door as a way to signal that they no longer wished to talk about this, the smells of that day already coming for their nose as they wrinkled it with distaste. They knew it took the mansion's servants nearly a month to remove the stench along with stains from clothes. Some had to be remade entirely.

Virgil had made sure Remus paid for it all, as it was only fair. It had made the mess, it should at least pay for the people needed to clean up what was done.

Without another word to their escort, Virgil started swiftly walking towards the meeting hall. However the closer they got the more their pace stalled and their breath quickened. Open hands now clenched into fists and their mind racing too fast to catch a single thought, they nearly collapsed as their legs protested movement more and more.

"Woah," Remus screeched, and Virgil put their hands up to their ears to keep from having to listen to anything to loud; except as their hands had not opened back up, they more punched their ears than anything. "What was it I said that has you riled up this time? Was it the gore and guts? The potential bomb threat? I hope you know I did not mean it."

"It has nothing to do with what you said. Well not nothing, just… You mentioned special guests. Who are they, what are they doing here. I can only think of one reason for there to be any surprise guests and it is because I am of a certain age."

"Hey, slow down your chatting a bit. You might be married off, you might not. But your parents seem to have your best interests at heart. Or at least, they're very unlikely to grind you into morsels to feed to the crows or throw you in a wood chipper. So don't worry about it."

"Right…" Virgil sighed. They could do this, they were only a few feet away, ready to make their grand entrance. Taking a few deep breaths as Patton had taught them, they got up; controlling the trembling that they hadn't noticed until that moment, they finished their journey to the room, letting Remus open the door with a graceful ease that it surprisingly possessed.

Entering the room, they nearly gasped in surprise to see the King and Queen there. Remembering their manners, they curtsied appropriately, staying low.

"You may rise," her majesty said, voice warm. Virgil did so, only to catch sight of the Prince, someone about their age. Confusion filled their gaze as they stared at those in the room, until the King himself spoke.

"As you must be wondering, we are here to deliver you very important news; news that was to remain hidden from you and my son until this very moment. We have been in constant communication with your parents about this, and have reached an agreement. You are to marry Prince Remy in five months time."

"Oh, wonderful."

[hollowflight-propaganda]

What are your opinions on transfem Hollowflight

She's absolutely beautiful and perfect, 10/10

I do still consider him to be a boy in my personal headcanon, if that's what you're asking, but I do still think Blimbo Buddy's transfem Hollow is absolutely splendid. I think my Hollow and their's would be friends :)

[treetownconfessions]

No, I'm saying that want a feminine Splendid. But you're lying about what you really want because you're in denial.

the splendid we have can be feminine if you want. let me tell you about transfem splendid. take my hand. i'll show you a whole new world..!! what do you mean "that's not what i meant" it's better than what you meant

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[circus-clownn]

i mean it when I said bringing the transfem to htf

I based the outfit off of wonder woman,,,,,

Also this isnt in my official au, it's on the side because i realized I accidentally made splendid so transfem coated when roleplaying as them

[theradicalace]

i got silly again and wrote more transfem splendid 👉👈

[starryxilk]

htf queer headcanons? [im being soo curious ]

I haven't really thought of it but sure! (not all the characters yet)

Lesbian : Scarlet (my oc)

Bi : Giggles, Toothy, Sniffles, Butter (my oc)

Gay : Nutty

Aro : Nutty, Flaky

Nonbinary : Flaky, Scarlet

Transgender : Mime (transfem)

Genderfluid : Russell

Pan : Cuddles, Lumpy, Splendid, Lammy, Milky (my oc)

that's all I got, again not all the characters yet bc I'm not done with the characters hc but I hope this answers your question! Love ya!! 💗

[mistystarshine]

Does that F/F Asaden one-shot involve transfem Denji? Inquiring minds (me) want to know!

I was not planning on it, but I absolutely would not be opposed to writing something with transfem Denji! I read a fic with transfem egg Denji and it was absolutely splendid. I don't know if I'll have time to write it soon, but... Eventually! Maybe over the summer! (or hey, maybe I will manage a ficlet for Denji Week!)

[eights-world]

Yo what's your pronoun headcanons for happy tree friends characters

Cuddles: he/she

Giggles: she/her

Toothy: he/they

Petunia: she/her (transfem)

Handy: he/him (transmasc)

Nutty: he/it (transmasc)

Sniffles: she/her (enby)

Flaky: they/he/she (enby)

Mole: he/she

Russell: he/him

Lifty and Shifty: he/him

Mime: she/he/they/it (genderfluid)

Cro-Marmot: it/its

Splendid: he/it

Lammy: she/her (transfem)

other characters are missing bc i forgot about them or do not care enough about to give them headcanons apologies pftt <33