#transphobia cw and slurs cw in this one

[genderkoolaid]

CW transphobia

Not sure if you've heard about the recent arrest of Luca Strobel, a trans man, for using women's washroom (after asking permission, because the men's had only urinals). I feel like it's a perfect example of malgendering and transandrophobia. He's arrested for being a man in a woman's washroom, and at the same time, the arresting officer calls him a "little girl."

www. erininthemorning. com/p/trans-man-detained-after-using-womens

After a lengthy drive to the bar, Strobel said he stepped inside to use the men’s room. However, there were no stalls—only urinals, rendering it inaccessible to him as a trans man. At first, an employee warned both Strobel and his friend against entering the bathroom of the “opposite” sex, but after a brief back-and-forth, Strobel said he believed he had permission to do so. He also said he and Frady were the only two people in the restroom, which Frady confirmed to Erin in the Morning. That’s when a man who said he was the bar owner burst into the women’s room, peering over the stall to look at Strobel as he used the restroom. “They're looking over the top of the stall at me without my clothes on,” Strobel said in the video. “They can fully see me naked other than me having my shirt on, and they just start screaming that there's ‘a man’ in here.” He said the owner and employee ejected him and his friend from the bar—grabbing and pushing them out as they reportedly called Strobel anti-trans slurs. The police were waiting at the door, Strobel said. The officer cuffed him “so tight that I can't even feel my fingers,” Strobel said. “I still have a bruise on my knuckle.” Meanwhile, his arresting officer allegedly kept calling him a “little girl.” “We didn't get booked, but we did get cuffed, and when we got to the station, we were asking a bunch of questions that they refused to answer,” Strobel said. “They just kept saying, ‘Take it up in court, take it up in court, take it up in court.’” [...] Strobel says he believes the bar staff knew he was trans because his shirt revealed his top surgery scars. Nonetheless, he said he refuses to “go stealth,” or hide his trans identity, because he believes that trans visibility in the South is important.

Yeah this is literally a perfect example. There was no "misdirected" violence here, they knew he was a trans man and still thought his presence in the women's bathroom was a male violation, WHILE ALSO infantilizing and feminizing him.

THIS is what can happen when trans men use the women's bathroom in a transphobic place. The presence of a trans guy in the women's bathroom is not, in fact, so shocking and incapable of being conceive that transphobes' brains simply shut down and can't do anything—they just direct their transphobia... at the trans man! Shocking! Who could've forseen such an outcome!

Luca now raising funds for him to relocate to somewhere safer, so if y'all can you should send some money his way.

[skittlezartt]

(cw: homophobia/transphobia)

“Why do we still need pride??”

Because in all 50 states in the US it is legal for Christian schools (or any private religious school for that matter) to expel LGBTQ+ students (including aro and ace, anyone who’s not allo cishet) the moment it’s found out their LGBTQ+

Christian schools can also expel students for wearing pride merch or rainbows, or being an ally

Christian school teachers and students can say homophobic and transphobic slurs in class without consequences and encourage the use of these slurs

They can promote, encourage, and even expect a hatred and dehumanization of all LGBTQ+ folks

I attended two christian schools in high school (I homeschooled outside that), one was a small Baptist school with 60 high schoolers and the other was the largest Christian school in the state (protestant/non-denominational), and they both had a policy that they would instantly expel anyone who was LGBTQ+ or “promoted it” (pride pins, being a strong ally, etc.) and forced LGBTQ+ students into the closet, and this is sadly not uncommon in religious schools

This needs to end

[velvetvexations]

(Cw for slurs and transphobia)

>open tumblr

>see post about how transmascs aren't harmed by the t slur and any transmasc reclaiming it is a transmisogynist

>one trans guy compares it to getting called the f slur over call of duty voice chat, and emphasizes how straight men who play CoD can't reclaim the f slur

>close tumblr

>go to work

>emergent patient yells at the top of their lungs "I don't want that goddamn tranny to touch me" while I'm trying to stop them from bleeding to death

>come home from work

>open porn site

>see "TRANNY FAGGOT USED AS A CUM DUMP" title on a video of a trans man performing with cis men

Like... Am I insane. Have I finally fucking snapped.

On a conscious level I know that slur discourse doesn't fucking matter, but at the same time, I wonder what kind of lives these people must lead to come to these conclusions. How privileged and/or sheltered does a trans man have to be to do the "🤓☝️ um achktually this doesn't affect us" song and dance about this. How deep in the sand must one's head be buried to say those words and mean them.

Sorry if this is incoherent. I am very tired. 👍 👍

the bar for reclaiming the word faggot is so low that it barely exists that trans man is a fucking idiot for multiple reasons

[transbianmuffin]

Memories pt. 2

cw hopefully last transphobia, slurs, ptsd, bullism, death

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[Sergeant] "Ok you bunch of pussies. In two hours we will make contact with the weed vessel. I want to see them burn. I want to know if they can scream and how high. No mercy, no POW. This is the day for which you've trained your whole life and..."

"Those wouldn't be POWs..."

[Frederick] "Oh my fucking god."

[Neil] "Told you that she wants to be fucked by weeds."

[Sergeant] "I'm sorry princess, my terminology doesn't appeal to your taste? You're right. Those weeds wouldn't be POWs. Those are fucking monsters that deserve to die."

"What I meant is that there is no war. They already won it...that's why we are the 'resistance' right?"

[Frederick] "Weed-fucker..."

[Sergeant] "You leave me no choice. You've crossed the line one last time, princess. You are exonerated from this mission. You will wait in the ship..."

[Frederick] "Yeah even because, can you imagine her actually shooting? She will start to cry and miss at best., if not hitting at us"

[Sergeant] "...and when we are back you can say good bye to your meds forever. I don't fucking care about the doctor's orders or whatever. I WILL make you a warrior. I don't care how much I have to BREAK you."

I don't care.

I hate you.

I hate you all.

We could be at peace and you strive for war again and again and again.

********

"Who would ever thought that those memories were so rooted within her that even Class-B would fail. I hope the variant that Psylocra gave me will work better."

"M- Mist..."

"Sleep my floret. Sleep. I'm here, everything is fine."

"I kil- I killed t-"

"Hush my beloved. You didn't do anything, those nightmares aren't real. You've always been with me, remember? I found you on a field of tulips and I've never left you. Now make your Mistress happy and sleep."

"I- happy... I goo- floret."

"You are the best floret an Affini could ever wish for, Deena."

********

Smoke.

Smoke everywhere.

Mask.

Fuck fuck what did I do fuck fuck shit oh god oh god oh god

Air.

I need air.

I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die

...

...

...

Light?

Where am I?

An Affini what the hell god it's eerie I'm scared I'm scared fuck fuck fuck

"Hello little terran, do you remeber your name?"

"Y- yes, I'm Deena."

"Mh, this doesn't seem correct. Oh wait. Yes it is. Roots you terrans really have to format your documentation better.

If that's your actual name why is it's only stated in a footnote?"

"I- "

My god she's so tall towering imposing and her stare I'm scared fuck fuck fuck

"It doens't matter. Now little terran, I have a most troublesome situation for which I think your help would be extremely valuable and much needed. Would you want to help me untangle this little mistery?"

"W- where..."

"Where are you? Oh yes, sorry. You are safe with us, with me. You have nothing to fear or worry about."

"..."

"I know that trust is a hard thing to concede for you little ones. So I'll introduce myself first and after that I'd love for you to do the same.

I am Sinea Chloratea, second bloom. I am a senior investigator officer for the Affini Compact dispatch in the Jupiter area. I don't mean any harm to you. In fact I find you extremely cute.

Your turn, dear."

"I- I am Deena. I am. I am. Scared."

"That's understandable, darling. Let me help you a bit here.

One day ago an unidentified terran vessel literaly crashed against one of our vessels.

A vessel which was carrying a very important scientist of ours. Now the terran vessel was more than expected. You are so cute when you think that our intelligence can't break through your, hehe, 'encrypted' communications.

Fact is that the vessel crashed against ours, we were expecting eight terrans, pretty well equipped trying to breach our hull and break in, but..."

"B-but?"

"But nothing happened. So, after a while, WE had to break in.

Now here's the funny part: a pretty thick smoke had oversaturated the inner cabin and we found seven corpses lying around.

All of them armed and presumably ready to attack.

We also found a curious amount of triggered smoke grenades.

Seven death terrans. We expected eight."

"Y-yes."

"Yes and we found the eight one. We found you lying almost lifeless, with a gas mask on. The only one with a gas mask on."

"I- "

"My dear, you seem pretty stressed. Maybe you want something to relax? Here, you can drink it if you want it. I promise it's nothing harmful, it will just... help with the memories."

Water?

No.

One of their drugs.

Don't care, I'm probably already dead.

I'm thirsty at least if I'm dying I will be high as fuck.

"Yes, good girl. Now I would love to hear this story from your point of view. Could you do that for me?"

Dizzy I feel so dizzy I must tell her no she's an Affini I must she seems so kind so kind finally kindness finally finally finally peace

"I killed them I killed them all they were cruel with me I never wanted to join them but I was an orphan I had nowhere to go and they took me in they treated me bad so I killed them I killed them all they wanted to kill you but I killed them I- I- I- I want kindness."

"Kindness? Oh I can certainly provide that. Stars you poor thing went through a lot. You don't deserve that, as cute as you are. You did good in telling me, you've been a good girl."

A good girl yes thank you thank you thank you finally kindness finally kindness

"Now, you're doing a wonderful job here, dear.

Unfortunately I need a last bit of information.

We understand that your vessel, well, former vessel central command control was connected to a bigger intranet. We could break the encription key but it'd take at least a couple of days and it's all wasted time, I think you can understand that.

"Yes. You need the key."

"I don't really need it but I'd like to not waste time, and besides it will prove that you truly are a good girl. A very cute one, I may say."

I am a good girl, yes yes thank you thank you thank you good girl I am a good girl

"The oldest one the Sergeant he had an implant behind his left eye that implant contains a genetic password that will grant you access to the rebel intranet I know it please please please tell te- sorry it's a bit hard to think straight.."

"Tell what?"

Tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl

"..."

"My dear you're safe here, you can trust me, tell what?"

"T- tell me I'm a good girl."

"Oh sweetie. You are the goodest of the girls."

"..."

"Are you crying? Dirt, you are so extremely cute. Now you've sustained pretty big injuries to both your respiratory and limbic system. Nothing we can't take care of obviously and we will take care of you. Great care of you. You'll need some more time resting here in the xeno infirmary..."

"Th- thank you."

"...no need to thank me, little one. It's me who's thanking you. You've been so good.

I was saying: when you're done here would you mind to spend some time with me? I'd love to show you around our main vessel."

"Yes, yes please."

"Such a good girl. Rest now, soon we'll be together again."

Finally kindess finally peace

********

[batboysxprompts]

An Original Fishy Tale

A Stranger Things Original Character Event!

If you had created OCs for the Stranger Things universe, this event is for you 🥳

This whole month of May (and some days before and after) I invite you to create art, fanfics, threads, share HCs, playlist, etc for your OC in the universe of Stranger Things around the Mermaid theme.

Meet the fish. April 27th at May 3rd

Tell us about your Original Character. Are they the mermaid? How they fall on the Stranger Things Universe (or AU)? Are they partners/siblings/parents/etc of a canon character?

Shipwreck and moon. May 04-10

Sleep and Tattoo. May 11-17

Travel and Song. May 18-24

Skull and Light. May 25 to June 1st

And as well, every week I will share with you some images prompts in case you want some extra inspiration!

If you participate, please:

Tag the account, use #BatBoysPrompts & #FishyTaleSTOC tags

This event is taking place on Tumblr, you can also tag me on Instagram or Bsky if you want to participate there. You can post on any site. There's also an AO3 collection

Any question, feel free to message/DM me 💙

Also, a Steddie random prompt generator for the month!

Guidelines for this even after the cut!

Because there's general guidelines for the Steddie events, some points are changed!

🦇 Use #BatBoysPrompts &/or the one for the event, tag the account as well!

🍦You can choose 1 prompt, mix both, or do 2 separate. Choose as many as you wish, with the time you need. The date is a deadline, but is ok! You can still use prompts or post after

🦇 Tag NSFW accordingly

🍦Apply any ship, relationship with canon characters!

🦇 If you are participating in another event and said works fits in the Bat Boys prompts, or you add some of it (and the planners of said event are okay with this) I can share it too!

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❌No AI in any way. No stealing or using the artwork of others without permission.

[forwhump]

Bite Me

a/n: another random little whump drabble that nobody asked for featuring my special little guys <3 some proper whump for this one for no reason

tw/cw: implied rape, torture (physical, mental), guns, gore, misgendering, transphobia

human weapon whumpee, creepy whumper (kind of)(he’s creepy in this one I think), aftermath attempted escape

How did it come to this?

How is this happening?

Silas used to be human.

He doesn’t remember it, but he knows that he was. He knows he lived a life outside of this place.

So had Wren. And Wren remembers it, and Wren misses it with a yearning that Silas can’t fathom. His brother had been dragged into hell with him, but he talks about missing his mother. His friends. His car.

All Silas had wanted to do was get him back to that. All Silas wanted to do was get Wren home.

He was just trying to help. He just wanted to help.

Kneeling on the concrete, he coughs up blood and his back molars and Wren screams like nobody else Silas has ever heard.

He’s screaming words, Silas realizes too late, but he can’t make any of them out because his ears are ringing.

They’re holding him there. So many soldiers, so many hands on Wren, holding him there by his hips, his waist, his braid. He’s screaming, his face shimmering with tears, but he disappears into the darkness that blurs Silas’ vision as Silas loses consciousness again.

He comes to as his head is wrenched up from his chest by a fistful of his hair.

Point stands over him. Point. The soldiers all use nicknames, codenames, because their real names are a secret, because their real names are not for the assets to know. Silas doesn’t care enough that he’s ever been curious, but he would roll his eyes if he could; he’s going to be executed by a guy called Point.

“You’re becoming more trouble than you’re worth, asset,” Point tells him.

Silas used to be human, but he isn't anymore; he doesn’t know if he counts himself lucky in that regard. He feels pain just the same as anybody else, but it takes a lot more to kill him.

Anybody else would be long dead.

Point had shot him twice in the face.

It hasn’t killed him, but there’s a bullet lodged in his left eye and another in the back of his jaw. He can’t stop drooling, blood and saliva soaking the front of his shirt, sticking his hair to the sides of his throat. His tongue is swollen. He slurs, “bite me.”

Point’s hand leaves his hair and Silas’ chin drops back down to his chest. He doesn’t have the strength to lift his own head anymore, so he can’t see Wren, but he can hear him, clearer now, the ringing in his ears had quieted to the shrill sound of his screaming and how frantically he sobs, “please. Please!”

Silas just wanted to help.

Did he make it worse?

He was prepared to die — a hazard of breaking Wren out. He was ready to do whatever he needed to do, his own life be damned.

But Wren wasn’t supposed to see it. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He was supposed to be out.

How much worse did life just get for Wren? What has Silas done?

“I’m sorry,” he tries to say, but he can’t say much of anything and it comes out as a low, wet groan. He drools down his chest. He can’t lift his head.

“Silas,” Wren sobs.

He couldn’t do it. He just wanted to help, and he couldn’t fuckin’ do it.

“Wren,” he tries to say, but he doesn’t say anything.

Point clicks his tongue, and when Silas’ head is lifted from his chest again, it’s with a different hand. Point is crouched in front of him, dressed in the uniform of the soldiers, their guard, full black tactical gear. He pulls his mask down his face so Silas can see his grin. “It was a very honourable thing you did,” he says, mocking. “Trying to save the girl.”

Silas does his very best to slur, “don’t touch him.”

Point smiles brightly. “I will,” he promises. “With your blood on my hands.”

Silas sucks in the biggest breath that he can, and it rattles in his chest. He spits blood and another one of his teeth in Point’s face.

Wren screams again, bloodcurdling, awful. “Please,” he sobs, “please,” and it’s only now that Silas realizes that he’s pleading with Point, straining against the other soldiers to get away, to get closer, and he breathes, “Darren, please. Please. Don’t kill him.”

Point doesn’t look at Wren, but he tilts his head thoughtfully. “No? What are you going to let me do to you if I don’t?”

No, Silas tries to say. No!

Wren’s voice is small. The silence rings with the absence of screaming. “Anything.”

“Anything?” Point repeats. The way his grin spreads across his face is cartoonish and evil. “Did you hear that, big guy?” He asks, leaning in closer to Silas, smug. “She said anything.”

“No,” Silas grits out.

Point grins a little wider. “She must care a lot for you, you know,” he says. “She knows some of the things I want to do to her are just vile.”

No.

“And since you get to live,” he tells Silas, “you get to watch.”

“What?” Wren breathes.

No.

Point pats Silas’ cracked jaw and Silas gurgles in pain. “Consider this your lucky day, big guy,” he says. “We usually put down dogs once they start to bite.”

No.

“No,” Wren breathes, but Wren is so small, and these men, these fuckin’ soldiers, they’re all so much bigger than him, they drag him across the concrete as he struggles, they force him to the ground before Point. “No!”

“You’d rather I put down your dog?” Point asks, pinning Wren to the ground with a knee between his shoulder blades. “The choice is yours.”

“Please,” Wren sobs. “Please. Don’t do this.”

Point clucks his tongue. “How else will you learn to behave?”

[i-live-in-spite]

Summary: You get a case in your hometown, you haven’t been back for almost 10 years after you left when you were 18 to join the FBI academy. Your brother was not very happy to see your transition.

Pairing: Around season 5 Spencer Reid x Trans Male reader(He/They)

Genre: Angst w/ Comfort

Tw/Cw: Family argument/dysfunctional families, transphobia/homophobia, kinda “gory” with some details, talk of s3lf h@rm, platonic pairing but they are pinning for the other, normal violence of Criminal Minds, the Unsub targets queer people, religious talk/trauma, talk of ending one's life, use of the t slur(If I missed something please tell me)

Word Count: 2.7k

I knew that if I had just asked Hotch or Rossi to stay back or for time away from the case, they would have told me yes. After all, I’m  pretty much just a stand-in for Garcia on the ground. Just there in case she got overworked or she was busy on one search I could quickly pick up the task. But the BAU taking me on the field was still pretty rare, I know why I’m here even if all I can think about is leaving again.

I didn’t know even after 10 years of healing, the wounds could still be so fresh. The feeling of blood rushed down my arms as we passed by the stores from my childhood. Some buildings I couldn't recognize but hardly anything changed from the old small town I grew up in. 

I’m snapped from my thoughts when I feel Spencer’s hands on my shoulder, “I’m sorry could you repeat the question sir?” I snapped my eyes up to Rossi who was in the passenger seat as Derek drove.

“I was just asking if you knew of any hidden in the wall clubs who may..enjoy the same sex may go?” Rossi sounded as if he was afraid to say the wrong thing, which I could understand. I have always been open about my gender identity and how I have had male lovers, I really didn’t see why it had to be hidden. At least not to them, no the team was like family. Emily and Penelope aren’t as loud about it but they also didn’t hide it.

“Uh yea, if I remember correctly there is this, old salt cave that many would go to for..activities. Whether it’s still operational is another question, I would have to be able to get down there.” Rossi nods and I look away from Spencer’s gaze and the subtle look from Derek in the mirror.

When we got to the police station I hesitated opening the car door, a few quick memories flashing through my eyes. I take a deep breath before pushing the door open and going to the back to grab my computer bag, I feel Spencer’s hand on my shoulder, the other one gently rubbing the nape of my neck. I would typically find comfort in his light touches but my anxiety was running high, all I could do was curl up from his hands.

“I know something is wrong, is it because of the murders? Or the fact that this is a ‘special’ place to you?” I couldn’t stop a choked laugh from escaping and Spencer was quick to recover, “Maybe special didn’t quite express the right emotions. You are tied to this place, and you don’t like it. Why didn’t you ask to stay back?” His voice was soft, full of concern. 

“You don’t ask to stay back when we have cases in your hometown.” I look up, my voice having more of an edge than I would like. He sighs and grabs his bag before turning back to me, a serious expression taking over his normal goofy smile.

“Yes but I had an ok childhood. It’s one thing to be an outcast because I’m smart, you were an outcast because-” Hotch calls us over cutting Spencer off, “I’m just saying, we have different memories of childhood, you had more hate than you let on.” I never heard Spencer being tied to emotions in this way. He knew my past and I knew his, we held each other's scars close, refusing to let the past repeat. 

Spencer walks over to Hotch but I highly doubt that this conversation was over. I follow closely behind, keeping my head down. The station had the same bleach smell, my nose burned from the smell. Then the world seemed to crash when I heard his voice.

“Welcome in agents, we have a small meeting room y’all can use in the back.” The sound of my brother's voice made all my muscles freeze. Hotch shakes his hand, thanking him for the space and they start to talk a little more about the case. I go to the back and set up in a corner away from the door, this is gonna be the longest case in my life. 

As I continue my setup, I hear his whistle. “That’s some mighty fine computers you got there, but I was told y’all had a tech analyst back at Quantico.” I refused to look up from my keyboard as I continued to fidget with my settings to appear busy. 

It was Derek who finally spoke up, “Well we do, but the lovely little lady doesn’t always enjoy coming on the field and sometimes her work load is a little too much. So we bring him in and he helps on the ground.” My brother lets out a choked noise and even though he tried to whisper it was clear as day.

“That’s a boy? I mean i’ve seen my fair share of boys with long hair but that’s..damn near to the floor.” Derek sighs and expresses again I was in fact a boy, keeping out the fact I was trans. Which fills me with gratitude. “Damn well.. Okay. Nice to be working with you las.” 

His hand appeared in my face and I was slow to grab it. I felt his gaze on my freshly painted nails, it was just a simple black and white look. But I could feel the judgement of his gaze.

“Did you know that a handshake spreads more germs, it would be safer to kiss.” Spencer’s distraction makes me laugh, of course he had no idea that we were actually siblings or the fact my brother would rather live in hell than kiss another boy.

“And who are you?” I was thankful for the attention to be off of me, though I’m very much aware of the attitude that hides behind my brother's voice.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” Spencer waved a little uncomfortable. My brother looks him up and down before nodding.

“Well. Thank you for coming to look at the problem.” Spencer and Derek nod as my brother leaves and I finally let out the air in my lungs. Derek turns to me and sees the look of discomfort not fully leave my face.

“I typically try to keep the past the past, but the history between you and the sheriff?” I shift a little before looking down at the computer.

“Can't you see the family resemblance?” The boys are physically taken aback by this information. I smile awkwardly and get back to the set up of my computer. Neither of my fellow males spoke up after the statement, for once I’ve made the great Spencer Reid silent.

—-

“I need you to go to the cave, you are trusted there correct?” Hotch looks down at me as I gently play with my hands, a nervous habit I picked up from Spencer.

“I’m sure the older ones may remember me, I won't know for sure till I get down there though.” Hotch nods and scratches under his chin some.

“Would you be comfortable going alone or would you like someone to go with you?” I think for a minute, I would refuse to ask anyone from the local p.d. to join, but Emily or Spencer could be candidates. But Spencer is still getting over getting shot that him joining me is a hard no from me, even though he claims he was good to go. 

“Emily would be a good fit to join me.” Hotch nods and leaves to tell Emily about joining me. I didn’t hear the door open till my brother spoke.

“You look different now, since when did you turn into a boy?” My brother's voice was a little callous, the same tone he used when I told my family I planned on leaving.

“I have always been a boy, you and the others just refused to see it.” He scoffs and looks around to no one particularly, I still refused to turn to him.

“Oh I’m sorry miss ‘used to love dresses’, it’s kinda hard to think you were a ‘boy’ when you always dressed all pretty like.” 

“Because how I dress doesn’t define who I am,” I couldn’t stop my southern twang from coming through, something I fought to hide for a while. “, I’m very much aware that when I dress feminine people may see me as a girl. But also growin up here, if I dress like how I wanted to I would be shot on site. I’m not an idiot.”

My brother crosses his arms and I feel him staring me down. “So what, you put on a pair of pants and suddenly you were a boy? Is that really how easy it is? To erase the life mom gave you? To destroy the bridge you and dad had?”

“I would have died Evan!” I turn to him, rage clear on my face, “I would have killed myself. My only hope was my friends. Friends you belittled. Do you have any idea what that does to someone?” My brother laughs and his face hardens.

“And you do? Do they become the killers you chase down?”

“No Evan. They kill themselves, they do drugs, they hide every part of them because they can’t live any other way. I didn’t kill the little girl I was, I saved the little boy you tried to snuff out like a fire. I protected myself because the same people who were supposed to do it were the ones cutting me deeper than any of my blades do.” I took a step to him, the fire was clear behind his eyes. “Aren’t you proud? I changed my name. You can tell everyone I died in action. You have no connection to the man I am today. I may have to use extra means to make myself who I am but I am more of a man than you'll ever be.” 

Before he could say anything Emily walks in and tells me she’s ready. I grab my coat and walk out without another word being said.

—-

The next couple of days went on with my brother ignoring me, if he had anything to say he went to Hotch or Derek. Not that I really cared, but I knew the team could tell the tension between my brother and I was getting very heavy.

Spencer walks up to me with an iced coffee, he looked a little unsure of himself. “I remember one time you told me you preferred iced coffee, I went down to the local cafe and got you one.” I thank him softly and take a sip. “Are you okay with working on the case? I mean with your brother and openly gay people being targeted..”

“I’m okay Dr. Reid, I’m a tough cookie you know this.” He nods, tapping his hand on his arm.

“I’m aware of that but after the case I got shot, you were worried about me, I could hardly go pee without you commenting about how I needed my crutches.” His smile was genuine, I knew he truly loved that I cared enough to keep him up with doctor orders.

“It’s not my fault a certain FBI genius liked to test his limits, someone had to care for him.” I smile and he shuffles steps a little closer.

“And this genius wants to make sure you're not chewing off more than you can handle. You’re just as important to this team as Garcia or Morgan or me.” There was a hidden message behind his words, that I was important to him.

“The best thing I can do is work and stay away from my brother where I can. I’ll be okay pretty boy, I’ll be good. You won't even have to handcuff me.” Spencer’s face bloomed into a nice rose pink colour, he was always so easy to fluster. It was another thing that made him one of the cutest people I have ever met. Can stare at dismembered bodies, but can’t handle a compliment fully.

“I’m here for you, we all are. Don’t go somewhere you don’t think iIcan join. I’ll find you, and I'll bring you back.” His hands slowly grab my face, his eyes searching mine. But before we could do anything the door swung open.

“Garcia thinks we found our unsub.” Spencer nods and grabs his vest before turning back to me as Derek leaves.

“I mean it, I’ll follow you into any river, any ocean, any fires you think you have to handle alone.” And like that he was gone. I stayed by the phone waiting for any information that this person actually was our unsub. 

It wasn’t long before Emily was pushing the guy through the station spouting bullshit, saying the kids deserved it. I look at him, he looks back at me. 

“You some little tranny aren’t you. You cried over their deaths? They were gonna do it anyway, why not speed up the progress?” I just stare at him. I knew him, but I knew everyone here.

“Sir, all you’re doing is incriminating yourself. The gender of my agents are none of your concern. He doesn’t have to kill to make himself feel good.” Hotch pushes him forward, him having my back makes me tear up. “He’s not weak. He doesn’t push others around to make himself known. He is a man.” Hotch was pushing the UNSUB every time he would call me a he. 

Spencer shows up beside me, “We found a hair in his truck bed. It’s being analysed right now.” I nodded, his hand finding its way to the nape of my neck. “Hotch is correct, you aren’t..what he said. You’re strong and you’re the male you always knew you would be. You’re so strong being able to fight your way out of a town like this, with a family who did everything it could to keep you down.” All I could do was nod, I didn’t trust my voice.

By the night Hotch had everything he needed to prove this man did it, I started to pack up my stuff. “I will never understand you. Why did you tear it all down?”

I turn to Evan, annoyance clear on my face. “I tore down broken walls, I tore away the paint that hid the beautiful tile underneath. I am who I was always meant to be.” My brother started to talk but I cut him off, “I will never be your sister again, either accept it or stay out of my life.”

“You weren’t meant to be a boy though. You were born a girl, why can’t you understand?”

I take a step closer to him, “Your mind is one of the smartest things in the world, it’s not always connected to your body. Nerves can be damaged, emotions can be out of place. We live in a world where your next door neighbour murdered innocent kids because their brain didn’t match the way their body was. I bet deep down you wished we never caught him.”

“It’s not my fault.”

“It started being your fault after I left how you continued to fill your brain with the idea that who I am was a choice, that the fact I like guys as a guy was something I just woke up and picked. When in reality it was you who drove me away.”

“You’re unnatural.” His fist was balled up and I knew we would never see eye to eye, not in this lifetime.

“Goodbye. Enjoy the wife, but I hope your kids never have to live in the fear I did.” I grab my bags and walk out the station. I fit my bags snuggle in their place as Emily turns to me.

“You know, the family isn’t just blood. The saying ‘blood runs thicker than water’ isn’t always true.” She offers me a small I’m sorry type of smile.

“Actually one of the earliest sayings of the quote was ‘The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.’, meaning your brother doesn’t have to be the brother you accept. We will always love you.” Spencer has a goofy smile, his knowledge of everything makes me feel better.

“And I will always love you.” Spencer can’t hold my eyes sensing the deeper meaning behind my words. Derek ruffled my hair and we started the long hours home.

[k0sk1]

Guys I'm so sorry to ruin the fun but uhmm did you know sbn3 aka the creator of co09 said the n word multiple times (he's white and 30) and is kind of an incel and also apparently called ppl cosplaying HIS OWN CHARACTERS sluts and allowed cp on a chat he was in? There's a whole thread on it actually and I think it's important to mention it bc uhmm... It's really weird. The n word and incel rethoric ones are def true bc there's literal recordings of him saying those but the calling cosplayers sluts and allowing cp on a chat I haven't seen any confirmation for it so take it with a grain of salt if u want but I def dont doubt it

also, pls reblog so more ppl get to see it! i dont know how many of u also have a twitter acc and i didnt see anyone on tumblr talk abt it besides me soo pls let ppl know!

Update (cw for f slur and n word, incel rethoric, transphobia too): someone told me they couldn't see the thread and it'd be nice if i uploaded some pics so that's what I'll do! There are also videos, I'm gonna listen to and write exactly what sbn3 says on those videos here, but for now I'll have to just say a little overview of what he said in those. There are four videos, two are recordings of him singing (one being him saying the n word while singing a rap song and the other being him saying the f slur repeatedly with a Jeffery voice in a song called "homophobia the song" and the lyrics are basically just him saying "I hate f slurs I wanna kill f slurs" it's really bad. The other two are vc recordings. In one he talks about how 18-19 yr old girls aren't mature and are really stupid, but the goes on to say he would date an 18-19 yr old if she was "mature enough" which is weird bc he's almost thirty! But at least not explicitly pedophilic. The other vc recording is of him talking about how women can be friends with people they're attracted to but men can't, basically leaving implicit that it's because men can't "control themselves" around people they're attracted and will always see them in an erotic light. Basically the idea that men are sex beasts which is why they harass people, and that's bad!

Now, onto the pictures! Two of these are claims of things he did, but there are no videos, though I wouldn't doubt for him to do the things claimed + the person talks about how they were seeing those things first hand

TW misogyny, racism, transphobia and mentions of CP and ableism.

Also, just a personal thought, but isn't it weird that every co09 character is white? Just a thought, really, it doesn't mean he's racist but he did say the n word multiple times and then there's a really big lack of diversity in the game he made, despite it constantly talking abt race and racial issues. Idk just found that weird and wanted to leave it here.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

That Smile

Negan x TransMale!Reader (GN pronouns)

Synopsis: Negan offers some very Negan-esque support when he discovers that the Reader has had to deal with some transphobic issues at the Sanctuary.

CW: transphobia, no slurs used, Negan being very Negan, Negan being suggestive (as per usual), no pronouns used for the Reader though it is specified that they are trans male.

Requests are: OPEN

“Oh, fuck,” Negan says, looking almost like he’s about to panic. Which is decidedly not a common occurrence for him. “Shit, handsome- I didn’t mean it. I was just breaking your balls a little bit.” 

You might have made a mistake here. Of all the people you could have screamed at- the leader of the Sanctuary was probably not the smartest choice. Oh, but you just couldn’t help it. 

Not everyone stared, and not everyone was rude. There was pockets of kindness here and there- people who understood who you were and respected you for who you were. 

As always, though, there were people who did not understand. People who looked at you weird or avoided you in the market. Negan had set out rules for basic respect, but that didn’t stop the occasional hate-speech or threat. It was the end of the world, after all, not Utopia. 

“You have no idea what this is like, Negan,” you say with a sneer. He sets his jaw but doesn’t reply, letting you vent. “Every day someone makes a comment just loud enough that I can hear, or someone shoves into my shoulder. Or, hell, just the other day- someone called me something that was… absolutely vile.” 

You point an accusatory finger at the man, whose gaze is getting darker with anger by the second. 

“And you!” You start to raise your voice, and Negan’s lips twitch as if he’s trying not to grin. “You let it happen. And I am so sick of everyone’s fucking shit!” 

Negan rubs a gloved hand over his chin, chuckling darkly as he does so. 

“You done, gorgeous?” He asks, or tells, really. There’s no room for argument with the way he unclenches his jaw. “Because I have something to say, and you? You are gonna listen.” 

Negan places Lucille carefully leaned against the table before rounding it to stand before you. You swallow thickly, not sure where this is going, but not sure you like it either. 

“I need you,” he says slowly while raising a finger to brush your temple softly. “To cast your big ‘ol brain back a few days and really think about what I’m about to ask you.” 

You stumble over a few attempts at speech before he shushes you softly. 

“The fuckhead that broke the rules? Called you something he really shouldn’t have…” His eyes flit between yours, lips spreading out into a grin that would send molten heat through a celibacy-practicing nun. “...when did you see him last?”

You let out a little ‘uh’ sound, trying to order your brain to stop tumbling around and work out the answer. It had been three days since the slur, and… now that you were really thinking about it. You hadn’t seen him since. Usually he was always lurking around to get another shot in.

The realisation must have shown on your face, because Negan let out a throaty chuckle. 

“See? Now you’re gettin’ it,” he says, leaning back against the table and crossing his arms. “Now, I know you wouldn’t want me killing anyone, so, don’t worry. He’s not dead.” You bit back the sarcastic comment that threatened to spill out.

Negan runs his tongue over his bottom lip as if savouring something very sweet. Your eyes track the movement, and you know he knows it.

“But that doesn’t mean he’s having a good time, either.” 

“What did you, uh, do to him?” You ask, voice breathy with desire. No one had defended you quite like this before. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d think Negan was flirting with you just to make a point. 

But it had been like this for months. Negan putting on all the charm when you were around, and doing his damndest to get you to open up to him. He didn’t care that you were trans, he liked you for you. 

You liked him too, of course. How could you not? Big strapping man with big dick energy, a leather jacket and a phallic bat? What wasn’t to love? 

“Oh, you know,” he chuckled. “Threw him the hole for a few days. Shit, I think he’s still in there.” 

You stifled a smile, knowing that the asshole was now suffering for his crimes. Well, shit- turns out Negan did give a shit about your rights. It was almost like he was an active protestor for Trans Rights. The thought made you laugh.

“I’ll have to make a trip down there to see if he’s learned his lesson yet.” 

This time you can’t bite back the smile, and he draws out an appreciative noise. 

“Oh, there he is,” he brushes your chin with his thumb. “There’s that handsome smile. Fuck, you really turn me on, you know that?” 

Your grin splits wider and blood rises to your cheeks. 

“I’m serious!” He defends himself. “My dick is so hard right now- I could cut diamonds.”

You role your eyes at his theatrics, but he knows that you enjoy his crude comments. He knows you want him. His gaze softens for a moment, and the sincerity you see there almost makes you melt. 

“No more hiding things from me,” he says. “Something happens- someone breaks the rules? You come find me.” Negan lets out a huff of a sigh, caressing your jaw now. 

“Can’t have my handsome man upset, can we? I just live for that smile.”  

You don’t even notice the grin spreading across your lips this time. 

“Yeah, that’s the one…”

[fortwitchprincess]

CW: Transphobia, Dysphoria, Eldritch... horror, I guess? and Black Souls, if y'all don't fw it.

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I'm posting for, like, the first time in years because no one follows me here and I'm afraid of posting about Black Souls on Twitter. I don't want my acquaintances, friends, and followers to check out the game only to be greeted by. Y'know. Black Souls. I don't wanna be cancelled or make someone uncomfortable!! 😖

Anyways! I really want to do an analysis of Lizard Bill from Black Souls II through a gender theory lens because not only is Bill incredibly dysphoric and uncomfortable in her skin in Wonderland, but she's one of the only characters that's aware of the loops based on their dialogue in Ending G. She's a formless Eldritch being forced into a flesh prison that she hates, unable to be herself without the outside intervention of Yig/Francis Liddell, and even then, it isn't enough to curb the dysphoria. She want bottom surgery, she wants others to accept her for who she is, she wants to just heckin' be a girl.

The Crawling One created Wonderland so that Grimm would breed with the Outer Ones over and over again, strengthening their numbers as he stumbles through twisted love story after twisted love story. Yet, through each cycle, only Bill is forced to be Different, denied her gender identity over and over again. I wish I could ask Toro about Bill, but I doubt they've put that much thought into it. I hope they're at least aware of the queerness of the character.

I know a lot of the fandom is toxic and awful about Bill's gender identity because haha trans people haha tr*ps, so it's not like I can have discussions about her in English-speaking Black Souls fan communities. Some trans people on Twitter seem to have started fw Black Souls, so maybe a Not Awful community will form soon and I can discuss gender theory without being called slurs.

Be nice to the cute lizard Eldritch horror and give her lots of estradiol and prog 🥰

[audiovideodisco]

I wish I killed him for you.

cw: transphobia, f slur, violence, hate speech / crime, like one.5 lines of self deprecation, injury

word count: 780

requested: no

sfw: yes

relationship: house x reader

characteristics: trans reader (can be read as any identity, as not specified)

“Who the hell employed you?”

You freeze where you are, not sure what to do.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, f*g.”

You still don’t turn around, but you feel your stomach churn as you realise they are most definitely talking to you. You don’t even have time to process what’s happening before hands shove you around to face him, causing you to drop the clipboard you were updating. His grip is rough, and you feel the hatred in his eyes as he practically puffs steam out his nostrils.

“They let YOU treat my child?” He spits as he shouts in your face, your eyes screwing up as you internally beg for it to be over. As the seconds crawl along like days, burning tears slip down your cheek. He shakes you aggressively,

“They let you infect my son with your transgenderisms and-“

Before he could carry on, he was pushed off of you, landing on the ground with a thud.

“You wanna-“ He begins talking back, but he doesn’t even manage to push himself up off the ground, a long wooden cane pushing him down again in the centre of his chest. You swallow with a shaky breath, catching sight of the altercation ahead of you, seeing a couple nurses watch from around the corner of the hall.

It was House.

“I suggest you shut your mouth before I knock your teeth out with my cane.”

His voice was low and dangerous. The assailant let out a laugh that quickly faltered once he saw the fury in House’s eyes. After a moment, House removed his cane from the guy’s chest, and he started to get up again, prompting House to kick him, hard, in the stomach. He groaned loudly and clutched his abdomen.

“If you ever step foot in this hospital - or anywhere near them - again, you’ll get more than just a touch of internal bleeding.”

He flagged down the nurses watching the scene, without even looking at them, gesturing for them to deal with him. One of the nurses paged security, and they took him away to treat the injuries House had inflicted.

You stood there, lips parted in surprise and chest heaving, as House finally turned to look at you. He immediately dropped the fury on his face, replaced by concern.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shake your head.

“I saw his hands on you, you sure he didn’t-“

“I’m- I’m… I’m okay.” You mutter out, unable to look him in the eye.

“Hey… Uh, did… I scared you didn’t I?” House asked, searching you for your response, but you feel yourself come back to earth a little more,

“No- no- I’ve just… I’ve never been defended like that… at all, really.”

House’s gaze softens, at first in relief, and then again in a sad realisation.

“You told me that you’d gotten shit like this before… no one stood up for you? Intervened?”

You laugh bitterly, making House’s inside glow red with anger again.

“C’mon. Let’s get away from here and go to the Diagnostic office.”

You nod gingerly and follow beside him, your hands fiddling with your lab coat sleeves. He opens the door and lets you in, closing the blinds behind him, and locking the door. He gestures to his comfy chair for you to sit on, and you take it hesitantly as he sits on the footstool.

“I know you said you’re fine but… can I just check? To be sure…?” House asked, his words surprisingly soft, still.

Reluctantly, you agree, taking your lab coat off and pulling your shirt over your head, and House sees that the man had left bruises where he gripped you so hard. He runs a finger over them absentmindedly, making you shiver.

“Sorry, you probably want me to put this away-“

“Why would you think that?”

You feel your breath hitch a little, ignoring it the best you can, but his touch is still on your skin and it’s so gentle…

“Y-you don’t think it’s gross?”

“Absolutely not… your body is a-“ He hesitates for a moment, before sighing and deciding to just say it,

“-a work of art. You are who you’re supposed to be. The person you made feel at home in your body.”

He’s so sincere, and you feel your heart racing a mile a minute, so enthralled by him that you don’t even notice him getting up and sitting to face you. His hand comes to brush along your jawline, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Can I-“ He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before you collide your lips with his, and his hands wind their way around your body.

It was perfect.

[xstarkillerx]

Trans-Chaser Brian O'Conner (NSFW HC)

CW: trans fetishization, transphobia, use of T-slur, use of f-slur, I'm trans

In my head Brian will always low-key be a T-Chaser. This white, blond guy, masculine, easygoing, blue collar, drop dead fucking gorgeous— this guy who could go anywhere in the U.S. and fit right in, be well liked... He's a fucking CHASER! A fetishizer! And honestly a real piece of shit about it, but one thing he isn't is DL. Brian's been buzzed at parties before, talking about how the hottest bitches you'll ever see always have cocks, and he'll say that shit to anyone in the crowd that always seems to find him at parties and meets. He talks about how they always give good head, always know how to stroke a cock, how they aren't precious with dicks like "real girls are," they know how to get a man off, they know it takes spit and snot and choking and ruined makeup, ain't no looking pretty with a dick in your throat, but god can they take a dick.

He'll say "it's the girls with dicks you want sucking you off, but it's the guys with pussies you wanna fuck." He'll say the guys worship cocks so much they'll still bend over and take it up their cunts like girls, whine for it, arch for it, get wetter than you can even imagine, and it's so fucking easy to get into their pants because the hormones leave them gagging for it all the time, swells their clits into little dicks that just beg and weep for attention. He loves it, loves that shit, loves every bit of it, he's getting tight pants just fucking talking about it and he isn't shy about that either.

He'll take swigs from his bottle with a self satisfied smile because among the guys calling bullshit or straight up calling him a fag, he knows he's the kind of guy who can get away with saying this shit. He's so conventional, so pretty, so fucking well liked it takes nothing more than light hearted defending and a well placed comeback to get the crowd laughing and on his side again, like nothing he said was serious. How could it be? That's Brian, that's Bullitt, he's no faggot, he'll fuck one of these guy's girlfriends in the bathroom before the clock strikes 2:00am, nevermind he was just talking about sticking his dick in trannies. He's just that guy, people wanna like him.

[transbianmuffin]

Guests pt. 4

cw: trauma, ptsd, transphobia, slurs, deadnaming ******** "[DEADNAME]!" "Y-yes Sir!" "I didn't see you at the morning drill." "I wasn't feeling very good, sir." "Oh, not feeling good? The little 'miss' wasn't feeling very good. Do I need to remember you what we are doing here?" "N-no sir." "Tell me [deadname], what are we doing here?" "...kill the weeds..." "I didn't hear you! SCREAM!" "I don't want to scream, sir." "IF I SAY SCREAM YOU SCREAM, YOU FAGGOT!" "..." "Very well, then I guess you can be without your meds for a day or so. A week, maybe." "No, please, not again. I need those." "Then you'll do WHAT I say, WHEN I say it and HOW I say it. ARE. WE. CLEAR?" "Yes." "YES WHAT?" "Yes, sir." "WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?" "WE KILL THE WEEDS SIR!" "Very good, princess. You are dismissed and if I hear you crying again on you way out I'm gonna fucking kill you."

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"Little one?" "Mhhhh..." "You were twitching in your sleep, I've also read some weird values in your implant. How are you feeling, my beloved?" "I- I think I had a bad dream...or maybe memories. The bad thoughts. The guests?"

"The guests left, my beautiful floret. You fell asleep on my lap." "Did I do good?" "You were so cute, you did perfectly. You are my sweet pet and I am so proud of you." "I feel sad..." "Hush, hush, no sadness. I am here for you. I'll protect you. Now this will help you sleep. Tomorrow we will take care of the bad thoughts." "It felt so real, they were treating me like, like aaaaaa~~" "They aren't here, sweetie. No one can hurt you here. Think of me, my floret. Close your eyes and just think of me." "I~ luuf yuu~" "I love you too, my beautiful floret."

[squidorcuddlefish]

transfem josto headcanon pls.............?

a/n: gay people everywhere

i decided i’d do transmasc!reader with transfem!josto because i thought of more concepts for that scenario :3

cw for some angst, gender dysphoria, internalized transphobia, outdated language for transgender people (no slurs, though) & odd, kinda scary family structures.

SFW

• Arranged marriage… It was super awkward for the two of you at first. Neither of you two knew the other was trans. Or how to come out.

• The first few weeks were hell for the both of you. She had to pretend to be the strong, tough man of the house, and you had to pretend to be her loving, traditional wife…

• She loved to comment on the outfits your family bought for you, saying how pretty they were. You thought she was just being a “supportive boyfriend”, but she was just really jealous that you got to wear them.

• It finally all came out when you caught her sitting at your vanity, trying her best with your makeup. You were shocked when instead of her getting angry and throwing something at you (Like she would’ve done if anyone else had come in), she started panicking and crying instead.

It was sort of hard to word what you were trying to ask her. Assume the wrong thing and say the wrong words and you could’ve been killed. You try your best though, sitting next to her and brushing her hair out of her face. You tell her, “It’s okay. I think you look very pretty.”

She’s still for a while, but eventually clings to you and cries into your chest. Through sobs, she apologizes and says she’s “A perv.” You assure her she’s not.

With a lot of consideration, you finally ask if this is just a sexual thing, or if she has these feelings outside of sexual fantasies. She’s silent for a moment, nothing but the occasional sniffle from her. If saying that had pissed her off, you would’ve known by now, so you figure she’s just thinking about it.

“This is so wrong,” She says. “I can’t just be a woman. I’m supposed to take care of you, and my family, and our business, and…” She trails off.

“If it’s how you feel, hun, then it’s okay.”

“I wasn’t born a woman. I can’t be one. I won’t ever be one.”

You press your face into her hair and rub her back gently. “Can I tell you something?”

She looks up at you, her mascara streaking down her face.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking right now. Because, I,” You words get stuck in your throat for a moment. “Well, me too.”

That brings out the waterworks. She sobs and squeezes you close. She’s finally being understood. It’s been so long.

• The previous conversation brought you two closer than you ever would’ve thought. You really thought you’d be stuck with some cocky, misogynistic crime boss. She was, but you learnt that it was just an outer shell of her. A gimmick.

• It takes a long time for her shell to crack. She had spent so long building it up and didn’t really know how to break it down. She really appreciates your help, though. She especially likes when you let her try on your outfits.

• She loves to sit on your lap while you do her makeup. Sometimes you’ll hold a mirror up and let her watch what you’re doing so she can learn.

• You started gifting her ties with more feminine colors and patterns. If she can’t wear a skirt, at least she can wear a tie with some pretty flowers on it. Plus, it reminds her of you throughout the day.

• Wedding day was awkward… So much family nonsense. So much dysphoria.

Despite this, you two made it work. You dealt with the odd wedding shenanigans before settling into your hotel room for the night. You two had planned this weeks before. The two of you exchanged outfits and reenact the day. Exchanging vows and rings, the kiss, and dances. Watching her twirl around with a smile — a real smile, which was extremely rare from her — had to have been the prettiest thing you’d seen your entire life.

ok enough sappy shit

NSFT

• Matches her tie with her lingerie under her suit. She doesn’t leave too much for imagination. :3

• Calling her “Good girl” or “Pretty girl” will literally melt her in your hands like putty.

• She keeps a small dagger in her garter sometimes.

• Laying her over your lap and fingering her is the best thing she had ever felt. And she definitely will let you know, too. She’s a moaning mess, whimpering into the sheets under her. If you get an angle just right into her, she’ll cry and kick her feet against the mattress. She whined and cried so much that you were genuinely worried for her, so you slowed to a stop and asked if she was okay. From a side eye, she said if you stopped before she finished she’d kill you. She didn’t mean that literally. Or maybe she did… You weren’t going to find out the hard way.

• She has a slight preference for bottoming, but she does like to top, too. She loves to watch your face when her hands are squeezing your hips while she’s pounding you.

• After a long day, she comes home exhausted and frustrated and just needs to get it out. She changes into her favorite set of lingerie and lets you play with her, but it’s just not enough. Soon, she’s on top of you and thrusting into you.

On a particularly stressful day, she goes on a bit of a tangent about how disappointed she is that you can’t fuck her.

“I always have to do everything around here, hm? Yeah? Fuck, you're lucky you feel good around me."

You wanted to snap back and tell her that you don’t even need to fuck her, just fingering her will have her a drooling mess for you. But she’s going way too fast for you to even form a sentence. It mostly comes out as “Wh- Well, well you-“

She just tells you to be quiet, putting a hand over your mouth. She says “If I’m going to be fucking you, at least just shut up and take it.”

Afterwards, she feels a little guilty. She pulls you close and brushes your hair with her fingers, whispering a “Sorry.”

a/n: okay, well i had WAY too much fun with this and i still feel like i could write 1000 more words for her. sorry if this is a little messy, i was just kinda word dumping and didn’t really know how to fit everything together LMAO

[sharp-silver4795]

DUDE I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW ABOUT ZECHARIAH!!!!

Anyways. Headcanons on him?

Zechariah HCs

IKR?!? I’m surprised someone else knows about him too!!! I lost him on the wiki- lmk if you find it

Sorry this took so long lol- I hope you do like what I cooked up 😅

Over Time

He was pseudo immortal due to Slenderman’s hold on him.

Natural causes and most weapons did nothing to him.

The operator learns not to do this anymore after Toby Joins the Mansion since it makes execution nearly impossible.

He became more and more feral, more animal like, as the centuries passed.

This would make him the perfect candidate to sacrifice for the safety of his friends and his comrades…

His Death

Let’s get this outta the way.

He died trying to keep a very strong demon out of the Mansion.

At the time, the grounds were smaller and, if someone or something broke through, it didn’t end well.

He knew he was more likely to survive than the others-

So he decided it would be best for him to get it out.

And that he did. He charged for it and ran away from the mansion. He’d rather have it kill him and get away than get inside.

He didn’t particularly care for the people there other than who he genuinely considered his friends, but he had been to war before. He knows that you hold and protect your comrades. That’s how he saw them. That’s how he’d treat them.

He was given a big honour from the operator after. He was given a tomb that would be guarded religiously.

Social Behaviour

Cw!!: racism, sexism, homophobia and transphobia mentions, needles, druggings

He’s pretty reserved.

He likes to be left alone with his thoughts and his food.

He really only got 2 friends: Neon Spike and Rogue

He’s got a lot of issues with the way society has changed since his time and he doesn’t like it.

He was old fashioned and it usually ends up with him not getting along with anyone.

He was a raging racist, homophobe, transphobe, and misogynist.

The sexist and racist tendencies got fixed but the other two… not so much-

He’s from the US civil war era and, for my fellow Europeans, it was about slavery and the rights of black people.

Because history is dark and Women’s rights weren’t a thing, he didn’t like that either.

But Rogue and Neon fixed him.

Shortly after Rogue joined, his idea that women can’t fight was… quickly proven false.

However, they only got along because she didn’t try to argue with him or call him a racist- she didn’t feel qualified to tackle that issue.

Then, Neon joins. He uses slurs and all that, calls her incapable, then gets a nice syringe of pain to him. She has the cure, and the only way he’s getting it is if he apologises and stops being a fucking racist.

After that, he genuinely got along with Neon Spike since neither of them entirely give a shit about anything at this point.

In the Mansion

He was the high proxy AND a field proxy. He was also a mentor.

He’s the one who did half of Toby’s training.

His missions weren’t really missions though…

A Living Weapon

CW!!: starvation, cannibalism

His status/typing was mainly due to the fact that -because of the damn Slenderman- he could only eat human meat.

So, this would be use to the tall man’s needs.

Slender would starve him and let him loose on the person it has issues with.

Those instances. Those were his ‘missions’.

Divider Creds: @sisterlucifergraphics ; @lunaridae

Header Creds: MEEE!!!

[struckd0wn]

Hi I just wanted to say I love your writing! Your Hanzo piece is so good.

I normally don't send requests but I figured I'd do it for once :)

Could you write something with either Ghost or Bruce Wayne with a transmasc reader that just wants to be held and taken care of? Fluff or smut is good <3

AHH THANKS, I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT <3 !!! I would love to write for you, I hope it lives up to your expectations :3

P.S sorry this took me a bit to respond to :P I had a bit of writers block -_-

In My Arms ── Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x transmasc reader

CW: slur used and some transphobia, Bruce Wayne has 0 relationship ship skills lol, he trying his hardest, body dysphoria and dysmorphia, self worth issues, little mental break down, overall just a shitty day for reader :(, fluff and smut, clit used to describe anatomy, riding ;), lots of kissing too

Your day has been, entirely, incredibly, shitty. You woke up for work late, your lateness extended by the period of time in which you stared at yourself in the mirror. You had to ignore it, dressing in your work shirt that felt too tight around your hips and waste, your thighs feeling suffocated from your pants. Maybe you'd ask your boss for a bigger size, maybe it would hide your figure. Somedays you felt extremely happy with your progress thus far into your transition, but others felt like you hadn't even started. Although flat chested now, you couldn't ignore the feminine curve you swore you saw in the mirror that night.

You worked the night shift at a corner store not far from the Wayne Manor. This schedule is what you preferred for you and Bruce, that way you would both work at night and come home early morning to sleep with one another. He hated it, he insisted you just stay home 24/7, you didn't need a job, he was rich and could take care of you. Bruce didn't want you adapting his horid sleep schedule just for him, let alone working when you really didn't need too.

Things like this reminded you that you and Wayne were entirely different. He was a billionaire, you were just some dude who worked at a corner store for minimum wage. Bruce was Gotham City's vigilante, you were his boyfriend that lived in his extravagant house... for free. To say you were jealous of your boyfriend was an understatement, but he didn't understand that. He is completely clueless. Bruce doesn't understand why you would need to work, but everytime he spend his money on you, you can't help but feel helpless, like he's giving you handouts. You don't want him to feel obligated to spend money on you or to have him feel taken advantage of.

But to be fair, you didn't understand fighting or saving lives like he did. You wish you could, you want to understand, but Bruce has no need to understand working to live. Then you resented yourself for being jealous of him, of your own boyfriend. He was rich with money to spend, with a side gig as savior of the city. You could never amount to that.

The bell to store entrance rings, pulling you from your thoughts. The clock reads 2:30am, this would probably be your last customer before you'd walk home to the manor. Your eyes follow the man that had entered the shop, clearly drunk. He uses the shelves to hold himself up, stumbling all over the place while gigging like an idiot. The man approaches the back where the walls are lined with refrigerators, grabbing an alcoholic beverage you can't name.

You watch as he waddles his way up to your register, looking you up in down with his canned alcohol. "Hey sweetheart," he starts, setting the can down in front of you. You can feel his eyes tracing down your figure. Ignoring him you take the beverage to scan it. "What, trannys can't say hello?" He asks you, leaning over the counter. A lump forms in your throat as you quietly read him his total. He clicks his tongue at you, pulling out a couple of bills to hand over. "You know what, I'll forgive you. What do you say you come to my place after work. I ain't never slept with one of you before, but hey, a pussys a pussy." You tell yourself to just get it over with, you have to deal with drunkies all the time, it's not any different.

"No thank you, have a good night." You tell him, handing him his change before promptly preparing for closing to distract yourself. The man grumbles, taking his drink and change out the door. In the last thirty minutes of your shift you clean up around the store, stock some shelves, and count the cash in the register. As you're collecting your belongs to leave you notice that the drunk man from before is posted up across the street, drinking from his can. You roll your eyes, making a plan to just go for it when he's distracted.

There's a bus just down the road and you wait for it to cross the store front, hoping maybe he wouldn't notice you leave. You turn the lights off and as soon as the bus passes you, you swiftly exist and lock the store up for the night. Speed walking doesn't help you though, hearing the footsteps of the man running to catch up to you. "Hey, wait up!" He calls out, but you just keep walking.

Eventually he reaches you, stepping in front of you to block your path. "Cmon now, my offer still stands," The man holds his arms out, moving with you so you don't get past him. You tell him no again, trying to push past his left arm. This time he grabs you by your waist, smirking down at you with his drunken expression. You push him off of you and before he can grab you again he hits the concrete with a loud thud. You blink down at him before a figure envelops him, throwing punch after punch at the man. It doesn't take you long to realize who it is.

"Hey, knock it off." You tell Bruce but he doesn't hear you, or maybe he does and just doesn't care. "Stop, Bru-... He's drunk, stop it." You grab your boyfriends arms, and with enough strength you pry him of the pervert. You watch his chest heave under his metal chest plate, staring down at the drunk angrily. Bruce holds you by your wrist, dragging you twords his bike, footsteps heavy in his boots.

The ride back home is silent but you can tell he's still upset by the way he speeds twords the manor. Once you make it back home, down in his lab of his tower, he helps you off his bike. Bruce removes his mask, seemingly his anger is replaced with worry as he near smothers you. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" He exclaims, holding your face in his gloved hands, but you just push past him.

"Yes Bruce, I'm fine. He was just drunk." You tell him as you make your way to the elevator, ready to just go to bed at this point. He follow you like a little dog, into the elevator, still examining you for injury.

"Him being drunk is not an excuse." He tells you a matter of factly.

"I'm not saying it's an excuse. I'm saying I could have handled it." And he doesn't say anything about that. You walk up the stairs and he's still following you, all his gear rattling and echoing throughout the manor. You make it up to the bedroom, attempting to close the door behind you but he pushes in with ease, not even acknowledging that you were trying to keep him out.

You sigh heavily, setting down your keys and jacket onto the dresser. "I told you you didn't have to work." Bruce starts up again, and by now you want to bang you head against the wall.

"I don't wanna talk about it." You say.

But he persists, pacing around the room in his armor. "I told you, you didn't have to change your schedule to match mine."

"Bruce." You plead, but he again ignores you.

"You shouldn't be up all night, let alone walking home at three in the morning." He continues.

You stand there in awe as he rambles on, alls while taking off his gear. He makes it sound like you can't take care of yourself, like you're his damsel in distress. "Bruce I said-"

"Do you know the things I see at night? What did he say to you, what did he say before I got there?" Bruce exclaims twords you.

By now you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes before you snap. "Bruce, I said I don't wanna talk about it!" You yell over his rambling, this time he turns to look at you. You're too far gone now, tears roll down your cheek as you sob, desperately trying to wipe them away with the back of your hand. He stops what he's doing, during all of that he has managed to get everything off but the pants he wears under his suit. "I don't need your rescuing or money, I just need you to listen!" You tell him through broken sobs. "I know I'm not rich like you, I know I'm not as strong as you but that doesn't mean I'm completely helpless." You feel like you could just crumble, Bruce is almost speechless.

He's on you within a second, large hand hold your face but he can't wipe away the avalanche of tears that stream down your puffy cheeks. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean it to sound like that..." He whispers over your sobs. The build up from everything today has finally set in, and now that it has started it wasn't gonna stop. You allow Bruce to undress you from your work clothes, replacing them with one of his baggy shirts and a pair or your boxers. He sits you down on the edge of your shared bed as he dresses himself in a pair of his sweatpants, quickly returning to your side.

Your boyfriend tucks the two of you into the bed. Your crying has reduced to small sniffles, Bruce continues to wipe your face dry, but it can't get rid of the redness in your eyes. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I was just worried, I should have listened to you the first time." His apology mixes with explanation, and although you understand where's he's coming from you'd wish he'd just do this first before scolding you. You'd wish he'd understand he didn't need to take care of you physically, you could've handled some drunk, you just needed his help emotionally. To tell you it was gonna be ok, it's all over now. Without the "I told you so" in between.

"I know you could've handled it, I just...couldn't stop myself." He admits to you. You stare at him and he stares back as he holds you. You almost laugh at his admission, he wasn't just looking out for you, the guy had seriously just ticked him off. He didn't do it cause he thought you couldn't handle it, he did it because some rando was trying to touch up on his boyfriend. Maybe he was scared to admit that word for word, but you could read him like a book.

Bruce leans into you, pressing a kiss to your lips and you egg him own, pressing further into him. His hands find their way under you shirt as he continues kissing you, gripping at your flesh like he might loose you if he let's go. "I'll ask Alfred to order us some things to eat. We can eat while me watch a movie, hm?" He tells you between kisses, you nod quickly at his suggestion. You move you hands up to to hold his face, kissing him again. His stuble feels nice under you finger as you deepen the kiss. Wayne does not object, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You part your lips slightly, allowing him access into your mouth. Bruce is still a bit awkward and clumsy when is comes to these things, mostly because this is the first relationship he's ever gotten this far with someone. He's hesitant but eventually his tongue meets yours as they messily collide with each other. His hand are rough compared to the smooth skin of your torso, they almost feel like sand paper as they roam over your sides.

You push in further, until you are fully saddled on top of him, never breaking the kiss. "Help me Bruce." You plead with him, his face is bright red and he just nods at the suggestion. You sit upwards onto you knees, pulling your boxer shorts down in front of him. Bruce is silent but his hand slowly inch down to your fully exposed thighs, his thumb reaches out the brush against you clit. The feeling makes you flinch as your boyfriend works on removing his own pants.

He doesn't even bother removing them all they way before he's pulling you down by your hips. The stretch around his cock is almost painful, but you immediately forgot about everything bad that has happened today, even the part where you snapped at him. Bruce peppers your face with kisses, waiting for you to adjust before moving. You start moving on your own, slowly pulling off of his length. Wayne throws his head back, hitting the headboard with a thud, his hands squeezing at your hips.

When you slam back down your moan is loud and Bruce moves to covers your mouth. He is clearly embarrassed but his smile is wide as you sit there watching each other. "I'd love to hear you but... I don't want to disturb Alfred." You almost slap yourself for it. That would surly be an awkward conversation, although you think Alfred would be entirely understanding. You nod and the two of you continue. Bruce guides you up and down his cock, his groans muffled as he too struggles to keep himself quiet. You face is buried into his shoulder, letting out a small squeek each time he's pushed back deep inside you. You feel like a teenager who's at your boyfriends house, trying to keep quiet because the partners are in the next room over.

Your can feel the build up in your stomach, it's getting more and more difficult to not scream out loud in pleasure. Bruce is starting to fail at it, his breathing rushed and his moans escape his parted lips. He thrusts up into you, desperate for release which comes mere seconds later. You watch his eyebrows furrow as he cums inside of you, his twitching causes you to orgasm soon after, biting down on his shoulder to be as silent as possible. You whimper weekly, pulling yourself off of him slowly. The two of you lay side by side, ignoring the mess that clings to the both of you and the sheets.

You watch his heaving chest settle, noticing the bite marks you left. Your finger reaches out to brush over it with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry..." You whisper, but Bruce doesn't mind, shrugging his shoulder as he pulls you in to cuddle.

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By now it is early morning, Bruce is awake, finishing the movie the two of you had put on while you ate. The cheap take out containers of the restaurant you had gotten him hooked on littered the coffee table, and the bruise you left on his shoulder aches. It's a lovely reminder. Bruce sat this his back leaned against the arm of the couch, and you had fallen asleep in between is legs with you face resting on his lower abdomen. He watches you sleep, playing with your hair as he did. He would ask you about the his lack of understand once you had woken up, but for now he will hold you here, in his arms.