#trolls ftm branch

[completely-normal-about-trolls]

20 Years Ago...

"One minute to showtime!" The stage manager called out. The brothers stretched and did their normal pre-concert routines, trying to limber up and get rid of the nerves that typically came with this type of gig. Chants of "BroZone! BroZone! BroZone!" could easily be heard backstage, sending each of them deeper into their nerves.

John Dory hummed in thought, mulling over their set list for tonight's performance. "Alright, guys. We're gonna open with 'Girl, Baby, Baby,' and end with 'Baby, Baby, Girl.' No, that doesn't sound right." The Leader paused, a better idea coming quickly. "Ooh! I got it! Open with 'Baby, Baby, Girl,' close with 'Baby, Baby, Girl, Woman!' Yes!" He threw his pencil at the sheet music and laughed to him in confidence. "We are going to make boyband history tonight."

Spruce was on the ground, grunting and groaning as he tried to get his abs rock hard and popping for tonight performance. "510. 511. 512," He said to himself.

"Love to see it, brother," John Dory said, making his way over to Spruce. "I'm wanna see a hundred more of those by showtime. Those abs need to poppin', baby!" He smiled, admiring his brother's abs and knowing all the praise they'd get from ladies just from a glimpse of those.

"God, I wanna boil an egg on those abs!" He said as he walked away from The Heartthrob.

"John Dory," Clay said, getting his brother's attention. "Do I really have to keep wearing these things?" He asked, gesturing to the slightly shiny underwear he was wearing.

"Yes, you do, Clay," John Dory said, going over to The Fun Boy. "They're funderdrawers. It's underwear, but 76% more fun!" He reasoned. "Now, let's see those dance moves, brother!"

"Fine," Clay said with a sigh. "Rusty Robot-" He started with a stiff, robotic dance. "Into Wiggle Worm-" He did a little body roll. "End on Caliente Puppet." He did a little walk like he was being moved by some strings. "Yeah!" He struck a funny little pose and stuck out his tounge. At least he was trying to have fun.

"Bro, you look stressed," Floyd said, stopping John Dory from walking away. "Breathe." He took a deep breath as to mimic what to do, smiling as he felt his nerves wash away.

"Well, of course I'm stressed, Floyd," he said mockingly. "It's the first show of the tour! We have to hit the perfect family harmony! We promised the fans!" He said with a little whine, gesturing to the stage.

"Ok, calm down. You're making Bitty B nervous," The Sensitive One said, gesturing to the littlest member of their group.

"What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. She can't be nervous!" He said. "She has to be perfect! Ugh, I knew we shouldn't have let a girl into a boyband!"

"John, stop that," Floyd said. "It's her first show. Be patient." He walked away from and went to their baby sister's side. She was peeking out of the vine curtains, looking out nervously on the crowd.

"Hey, Bramble," Floyd said. "How you feeling?"

The girl turned around, messing with her pink onesie. "I feel like I'm gonna barf, pass out, and-"

"Pee your pants all at once?" Floyd guessed with a smile.

Bramble stared up in shock. "How'd you know?" She asked in a sweet little voice.

"Ah, you got the pre show jitters," Floyd said simply. "Completely normal. Everyone gets them." He smiled at his little sister. "You wanna know what I do when I get them?"

Bramble paused and began to think. "Barf, pass out, and pee your pants?"

Floyd let out a little chuckle. "I remember that I'm with my brothers, and that when we come together, there is nothing we can't do."

"But no one's ever hit the perfect family harmony before," Bramble said. "Is it true it can shatter diamonds?" She asked with a starstruck look.

"Yeah," Floyd said, smiling at her. "It's that powerful."

"Alright, boys. And Bramble," John said, cutting through their little conversation. "Just remember, no matter what you do, follow my lead." He pulled Bramble forward and quickly tied her hair into a ponytail, with a pink sparkly bow that was as big as her head.

"Or maybe," Floyd countered. "Let's just go out there and have fun together."

"It's just... So much pressure!" Clay said nervously, gulping as he gripped the vine curtain.

Bramble whined and pushed away from John, trying to take the bow out. "I don't wanna wear it!"

"Too bad! You're a girl and it makes you look cute!" John said firmly, forcing the ponytail and bow tighter. "Now keep the damn bow in." He rolled his eyes and shook his head, mumbling something about how much trouble girls caused.

"Ten seconds!" The stage manager called out.

"A-And what happens if we can't hit the harmony?" Spruce asked as he oiled up his abs.

"Oh, that's not an option," John Dory said, turning back to the group. "If we can't hit the perfect family harmony, we aren't perfect. And if we aren't perfect, we're nothing! Just follow my lead, and the harmony will happen," he insisted. "Let's bro!" John, Spruce, and Clay went on stage, leaving a whimpering Bramble and an upset Floyd behind.

"I don't wanna wear it..." Bramble whined. "I don't wanna be a girl. I wish I was a boy like you, Floyd..."

"I know. But it'll be ok." Floyd gave her a sad smile and loosened both the bow and ponytail. "I'll talk to John Dory before the next show. Just wear it for now. Just to make him happy." He put her glasses on and led her out as the bros were being introduced.

"Ladies and gentlemen, here they are!" The announcer called out. "The Heartthrob!"

Spruce swung out on stage and gave his signature smolder to the crowd, smiling as they cheered.

"The Fun Boy!"

Clay bounced on some mushrooms around the stage, jumping and flipping until he landed on stage and stuck a pose.

"The Sensitive One!"

Floyd flipped his hair and struck a pose as well, smiling at the crowd.

"The Leader!"

John's entrance, while dramatic, was simple. He rose to the stage and threw out his arms, taking up as much space as possible.

"And... The Baby!"

A spotlight shone down Bramble. She giggled and stuck out her tounge, holding up a peace sign to the crowd.

"Give it up for BroZone!"

The group came together at centre stage, all striking a pose as the music began to play.

"Oh there she goes!" They sang in unison.

"On the floor, let's do this. No more talking!" Spruce broke out of the formation and smiled. He opened his vest, watching as women (and some men) around the stage fainted at the sight of his abs.

"Did anybody notice?" It was Floyd's turn to break, heading to the front and turning up the charm.

"The energy just shifted when we dropped in." He gave a little smile, slowly walking back. "Ooh, let it drop in."

"Ooh, I don't flex but I might," Clay sang, busting out his best moves. "Groove about to take flight." Clay jumped out of the way, letting John take center stage.

"'Cause the night is young and the music's on, and we got love on sight." John smiled and moved out of the way, letting Bramble take the spotlight now.

Bramble gave a wide, toothy grin, looking out on the crowd as she sang and danced. "The sky was the limit! Now the stars where we're livin'! It's the vibe when we're in it! It'll blow your MIND!" She giggled and squealed as she heard people shouting "BITTY B!" She could barely believe it! She was finally singing and dancing with her brothers! As they went into the chorus, she noticed a glow surround her. Then it went around John, then her other three brothers. Oh my hair, was this the Perfect Family Harmony?!

"Ok. great!" John whispered. "It's working! Yes!" He rushed forward, heading to the front of the stage and gesturing for the bros to follow him. "C'mon, guys!"

Floyd gave a nervous look to the others, slowly following John.

"What's he doing?!" Clay asked in a whisper. "This isn't my choreo!" He followed John anyway, and so did Spruce.

Bramble watched them sadly. She didn't know what was going on. Floyd motioned for her to come forward, and she followed like a little puppy. She watched her brothers stack on top of each other one by one, and she was passed up to the top, standing on Clay's hand as she held the harmony with her brothers.

However, Bramble's tiny lungs couldn't hold the note for long, and her little legs quickly got tired. Her voice strained and her legs wobbled. The tower started to sway. She slipped off Clay's hand and the dirty socked feet of her onesie fell into Clay's open mouth. He stopped singing and spat, trying to get the taste off his tongue as he dropped Bramble. The tower quickly fell, and Floyd fell off the stage entirely, grabbing onto a nearby vine to try and regain his balance. John got up and was about to tear Spruce and Clay a new one, but he was knocked into a mushroom by Floyd swinging by on the vine. Through one tiny disaster after another, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd had all been tied up in the lighting system by the vines.

Bramble watched, tears beginning to form. She stared out at the crowd, who was just as shocked as her.

A stage hand ran out, trying to damage control. "Ladies and gentlemen, please stand by!" She called out. "Uh, we're experiencing, uh, some stuff."

"Hey," John called out. "At least we didn't fall!" The vines snapped, and the four brothers face planted into the stage. ".....we fell."

Bramble just watched, tears starting to fall. Was this her fault? Maybe John Dory was right. Maybe they shouldn't have let a girl into the band...

Floyd stood up and dusted himself off, rushing over as soon as he saw her. "Hey, hey, it's ok, Bram," he said softly. "Let's just go home. We'll work everything out there."

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"See what happens when you don't follow my lead?!" John said as the brothers stormed into the pod. "Ugh, i knew we shouldn't have let Bramble join!"

"Dude, this is exactly what happens when we follow your lead!" Spruce said, following him deeper into the pod. "And stop picking on Bitty B! It wasn't her fault!"

"Oh, so it's my fault?" John asked sarcastically. "Is that what you're saying?" He sighed heavily. "I know we can reach the perfect family harmony!"

"What if we don't want to?" Spruce asked with a glare.

"Yeah, dude!" Clay cut in. "This used to be fun. Now it's all about bein' perfect," he said mockingly.

"You know what?" Spruce said, quickly coming to a revelation. "I'm done playing the heartthrob. My exquisitely chiseled rock hard abs and i quit." He ripped off the purple vest he was wearing, tearing it in half.

"I quit, too," Clay said. "And you can keep these." He pulled out his funderdrawers and threw them in John's face. "i'm more than just the fun one. I'm in a sad book club. Did you know that? A sad book club!" He said, trying to defend himself. "I'm going to find trolls who take me seriously."

John pulled the underwear off his face, slowly getting enraged. "Fine! I don't need this!" He started backing away from them. "I'm out. I'm done. I'm sorry." He grabbed a camping backpack and a grappling hook. "I'm gonna go hike the Neverglade Trail by myself, bro-lone." He shot the hook outside the window, listening to it hit and latch onto a branch. "Yeah, that's right. Bro-bro going solo. Yolo." He turned away from them and hopped out the window, calling out to them one last time. "Goodbye forever! Later, losers!"

Spruce and Clay watched with unimpressed look, deciding to go out the door like normal trolls. "Fine, I'm out of here," Clay said.

"Same here," Spruce said, leaving without another word.

"Guys, please," Floyd said, trying to make them stop. "C'mon..." He sighed, watching as they ignored him and went further from the pod.

"It's my fault," Bramble said, tears still running down her cheeks. "I ruined everything."

"No, no, Bramble," Floyd said, kneeling down in front of her. "This is not your fault." He sighed, trying to think of an explanation to satisfy his little sister. "We're not in sync. We've gone from boys to men, and now there's only one direction for us to go: the backstreets."

"But not you, Floyd," Bramble said. "You're not leaving, too."

"Not forever," he said. "I'll be back. I promise. But right now, I... I have to follow my heart. It's telling me that it's time to start a solo career."

"But what am I gonna do?" She asked, feeling the tears coming back. She was losing all her brothers left and right, and it was like they didn't even care.

"Bramble, you are gonna do the most important thing of all," Floyd said, looking around the pod. "You're gonna...take care of Grandma!" He smiled and gestured to Grandma Rosiepuff, shuffling a deck of cards at the table.

"C'mon, Bramble," she said in a sweet voice. "Let's play some rummy. But I won't let you win." She suddenly became serious. "Because I play for the money."

Bramble looked back at Floyd, looking a little scared.

"You might have to let her win. Occasionally," he said with a wink. "When you miss me, you can wear this." He took off his leafy vest and wrapped it around her. "It'll be like I'm right here with you."

"And when you come back we'll make our hideout," Bramble insisted, showing him a little drawing. It was the childish schematics of an underground bunker, with one room for each of them, and a drawing of all of them on a water slide in the bunker.

Floyd looked it over with a smile. "Definitely. Is that a ten story water slide?"

"Yeah, that's how we shower!" She giggled excitedly and bounced in place.

"Well, then we better keep this in a safe place." He folded it back up and put it in a pocket inside the vest. He reached out, giving her one last hug. When they pulled away, he smiled at her. "See you soon, Baby Bramble..." He really didn't want to leave. But there was no way in hell Grandma would let him take her. He got up and headed to the door, grabbing his guitar and looking back one last time.

Bramble looked so adorable, standing in the oversized vest, with the ribbon of her bow now undone and hanging loosely around her neck. She gave him a toothy grin and waved goodbye as he left. "Bye... See you later..." She called out.

"I know it's hard, Bramble," Grandma said. She got up and picked her up, holding her close. "But the boys fight like this all the time. They'll be back before the end of the month and you'll be back to your singing and dancing in no time."

"Promise?" Bramble asked sweetly.

"Promise," Rosiepuff said. "And that's a Grandma Promise, so you know it's good and true. How about I teach you how to play rummy?"

"Ok!"

[vinziel]

I guess I'm BI then?

John Dory x FTM reader

A/N: For all my trans homies out there. You matter and you are valid. This will be in a diff universe from A Bitter Reunion.

You dated and married John Dory before you realized who you were and transitioned, when you came out to John Dory he supported you and still continued to date you, you even got surgeries to make you look like a man (You also may or may not have gotten surgery to get a dick also, which you may or may not have used to fuck John, considering you already used to peg him). Now John Dory never realized that you transitioning meant he was BI now considering he was married to a man, and he never gave it much though, he was just too busy loving you, now this all happened way before John Dory got back with his brothers, and when you did meet his brothers you never cared to bring up you were trans since it didn't really matter, they already thought you were a man anyways.

While you were out doing whatever, John Dory and his brothers were bonding, just chilling in Branch's bunker and they were on the topic of man loving man, since Floyd recently came out as gay to them, they were talking about their own personal preferences, Bruce saying "Oh I've dated men, way before I met Brandy, so I'm into men and women" Clay said "I've never really dated, I'm not sure if I want to yet or if I'll ever want to" Branch then says "Well I've only ever dated Poppy, I haven't tried dating men before" John Dory then said "Same" after John Dory said that everyone turned their heads to him "Aren't you married to a man?" Clay asked "Well yeah I am, he's trans, we dated and got married before he knew who he was" "Doesn't that mean you're bi? And HAVE dated a man before?" Clay continued, John Dory thought for a second and said "Oooh, makes sense. I never really gave it much thought" The brothers stare in disbelief for a second before continuing on with talking

After that whole ordeal once you returned back to Rohnda, John Dory began talking to you about his time with his brothers, and you were just listening, looking at him like a lovestrucked teenager, then John Dory mentions "And I just now realized that I'm Bi, since you transitioned" You then snapped out of it and blinked "What? You mean to tell me after almost 7 years since I transitioned you never once thought about the fact you were married to a man now?" You asked in disbeliefed, John Dory then laughed, saying "I guess I was too busy loving you" You laugh as well responding "That's sweet" You two then share a kiss "You're a bit of a moron huh?" You teased, grinning "I am yes, but hey I'm your moron" John Dory says smirking, you laugh "I guess that's true" You respond, giving John Dory another kiss which he reciprocated. Ending the day on a positive note.

A/N: PLEASE tell me if anything I wrote in this fic is offensive in any way to trans people. I will gladly change it. I'm not too aware on what's offensive to trans people and for that I apologize in advance

[b1ackgh0st]

Without You...

TW: Mentions of codependency and eating disorders (The smut is back, hoes)

Poppy has a busy day talking with the leaders of the other tribes. Branch is left at home alone, his brothers off at various places.

The bunker was quiet. Branch had grown used to his brothers being loud and rowdy. The quiet was nice, but something was missing.

Right, Poppy.

All the feral troll had to comfort him was one of her large, dark green and turquoise sweaters and one of her extra blankets that he had stolen. Both carried her sweet scent, one that was intoxicating to him.

But even while hugging the sweater and being wrapped in the blanket, neither provided the same warmth as her.

He was starting to get more and more agitated, his ears drooped as low as they could go, his tail twitching.

With her gone, he hadn't even bothered to leave his bunker, not even getting up to put clothes on. He just slipped Poppy's sweater on, the fuzzy material felt nice against his skin. The hem of the sweater reached his knees.

Branch whined, trying to think of anything other than Poppy. The Bergens? No, he remembered Trollstice. The Village? No, he thought of how well she ruled. His brothers? Nope, he thought of running off to save Floyd with her.

Anything he thought of, there she was. Even the most obscure things, such as rough housing with JD, as he would think about the first time she saw them play fighting.

He hadn't even gotten up to eat. Usually she would come down and wake him up, reminding him that he didn't need to ration his meals or go 2-3 days without food.

Branch hadn't taken his pills, either. He debated on whether he needed to take them, and ultimately sat up to grab the glass of water kn his bedside and swallow four pills consecutively. If he hadn't taken them, she'd have been pissed.

He sat uo when he heard footsteps approaching. The door creaked open and he growled. It turned out to just be Smidge, holding a freshly baked berry pie for him. She briefly explained that Poppy asked her earlier to make sure he had something decent to eat.

She was quick to leave. Branch looked at the warm, delicious-smelling pie in his paws. He didn't waste any time to grab a wooden tray he used to eat in bed from under his bed. He set the pie down, thinking for a moment. He grabbed his emergency fork from his nightstand drawer.

Branch didn't even care that the pie was still pretty warm. Smidge's baked goods were always amazing, especially when Cooper helped.

He dug in, devouring the whole thing within minutes. Branch drank the rest of his water, setting the wooden tray on the floor.

...

Hours later, he finally heard the bunker lift going down. The door opened, revealing Poppy. She held her arms out, and Branch didn't hesitate run over.

She just lifted him up as if he weighed nothing. Sure, her and her sister Viva were freakishly strong, but Branch was thin and small.

He snuggled into her, mumbling about how much he missed her and how much he needed her.

"Awww... You atleast ate and remembered your pills, right?" She asked him, sitting on his bed with the smaller troll in her lap. He nodded.

(SMUT WARNING HERE, LEAVE IF YOU ARE UNCOMFY!)

(BTW, I changed it because I didn't like how Branch just humped her thigh-)

Poppy leaned her head in close to Branch's neck, softly kissing a small scar there. When he didn't react, she licked it.

[artmustdraw]

Absolutely still testing out these paint markers I got for Christmas

[taborc]

Bridgerton AU where Branch is trans ftm, Creek is in love, JD hates Creek and I just really wanted to draw trolls in little suits

idea collab with @priorslice40

[sweetsncandies]

And you know what? Im gonna speak more of my truth

*aroace-beam-ifies your clay*

[nova-multifandom]

Trolls LGBTQ HC’s 🏳️‍🌈

Poppy - Straight Ally Female, uses She/Her pronouns

Branch - Bisexual Male, uses He/Him pronouns

Floyd - MLM + Genderfluid, uses He/She pronouns

Clay - Polysexual Male, uses He/They pronouns

Bruce - Pansexual Transgender (FTM), uses He/Him pronouns

John Dory - Bisexual Male, uses He/Him pronouns

Viva - Pansexual Female, uses She/Her pronouns

Velvet - Lesbian, uses She/Her pronouns

Veneer - MLM Transgender (FTM), uses He/Him pronouns

Luna (OC) - Lesbian, uses She/They pronouns

Gummi (OC) - Omnisexual Female, uses She/Her pronouns

[bunnylver200o]

LOOKING FOR ART MOOT

{ 🐀 } DAMIENS INTRO/ACC INFO! { 🫀 }

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— “Hello and welcome to my blog or whatever,,, it's nice to have ya here! On this account I'll mainly post my art n, interest, I'm a pretty chill and social person, I love making friendz so if ya wanna hit me up, Id love to talk >3<

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🦇 DAMIEN/SYLVESTER 🦇

Nicknames !! ;;

(Dami, sylv, rat, punkie, ratz, Silver, vester, vest, Mimi, Streetrat, rattie, rotten, rat lord)

🦷 I go by he/him/his pronounz, I do not feel comfy with she/her/hers,,, I'm okay with they/them/theirs but I do prefer male terms.

I'm a (TRANS - FTM) guy, but if I'm gonna be honest I really don't like using the term tranz,, so I only use male on myself. I'm also gay haha, I have a lovely boyfriend<3 💋🩸

I'm a minorr so plz dnt b weird,,

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🥁 Hobbies! >0< 🥁

~ Listening to music, writing, Drawing, hiking, Cooking, baking, and making bracelets!

- I wanna learn how to play guitar, the bass, ukulele the an electric guitar! I also wanna learn how to knit :3

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🐦‍⬛ LIKES AND DISLIKES!! 🐦‍⬛

[ x = dislikes || 🫀 = likes || 🫀‼️= loves]

🫀‼️} Making friends!

🫀‼️} Sea animals and animals

🫀‼️} Hand-made gifts!

🫀‼️} Horror, cartoon, analog horror, thriller, mystery, suspense,and Fantasy books/movies!!

🫀‼️} Talking/rambling

🫀‼️} Baking

🫀‼️} Matching with friends!

(Bracelets, necklaces, bios, PFPS, playlists!)

🫀‼️} Fishing

🫀‼️} Sea myths/origins/history

🫀} Socializing

🫀} Cleaning

🫀} Cooking

🫀} Swimming

🫀} Gardening

🫀} Studying

X} abandonment.

X} weird people.

X} dry people/texters

X} rude/ or toxic people.

X} getting ignored/ghosted

X} Being called/refered as a female.

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🕸️🕷️ INTERESTS! 🕷️🕸️

🕸️} Midwest emo

🕸️} Scene subculture

🕸️} Gyaru

🕸️} Otters,seals, sea bunnies, sharks, alligators, crocodiles, Dolphins, manatees, penguins, snails

🕸️} Tigers, lions, cats

🕸️} Moths, Snakes, lizards, frogs, mouse, rats

🕸️} Sea origins, myths, history

🕸️} True crime, sea mysteries, Sci-fi

•|| [SHOWS/MOVIES/BOOKS/GAME] ||•

🐌} Total drama Island (show)

🐌} Scattershot (pilot/show)

🐌} Ramshakle (pillow/show)

🐌} Pokemon (show)

🐌} Starters (movieunleashers) (show)

🐌} Trolls (movie/show)

🐌} The mandela catalogue (show)

🐌} Andy's apple farm (game)

🐌} The walten files (show)

🐌} The final (movie)

🐌} Roderick rules (movie)

🐌} Diary of a wimpy kid (books)

🐌} Dead plate (game)

🐌} Married in red (game)

🐌} Elevator hitch (game)

🐌} cold front (game)

🐌} Dysfunctional perspective (book + AU)

🐌} Rodricks secret (book + AU)

🐌} Pine point (book/show)

🐌} Metal family (show)

🐌} Sanrio (show + merchandise)

🐌} Charlie and Lola (show)

🐌} Welcome to hell (show/pilot)

🐌} Scott Pilgrim (show/series/books/game)

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KINNIES 💟

(characters I relate to/act like)

Skipp + Vinnie + pebble (ramshakle)

Kid (scattershot)

Sock (W2H)

Heavy and ches/chive (metal family)

Nil (pine point)

Chespin + tedpig (Starters-movieunleashers)

Rodrick ( Dysfunctional perspective

Knives + Stephen (Scott Pilgrim)

Stan + tweek (South park)

Rody (dead plate)

Noah + Cody + DJ (total drama Island)

Branch (trolls)

Jonah (the mandela catalogue)

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‼️ BEFORE YOU INTERACT ‼️

(Byi)

1. I have ADHD, depression, and a Generalized anxiety disorder (DIAGNOSED)

2. I am 13 years old, I am a minor.

3. I am mentally ill.

Thanks for stopping by! 🐦‍⬛

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[frostbittenstar]

Within the Bowels of Tumblr - An Autobiographical Essay

It must have been 2013 when I first joined Tumblr due to it's large pro-ana community and the surplus of thinspo available to its users. After a while, I branched out, looking for LGBTQ resources. The blogs I had wound up following would provide ample news, support, and guidance for the LGBTQ community. I got deep into LGBTQ politics, considering myself an egalitarian, and even hopping on the promising Bernie train. With my newfound interest in politics, it was not long before I encountered authoritarian-left activists who had dubbed themselves social justice warriors (SJWs).

On the surface, the SJWs appeared to have been fighting for a just cause, but their censorship-centered campaign was off putting, leading me to question where to draw the line when it came to egalitarianism. My opinion of LGBTQ rights has, and always will be, "as long as it doesn't impede on the rights of others," thus, censorship looked a lot like muddy water. The deeper I went, the uglier the SJWs got. Despite their proclamations of equality, the message they gave was everything but. When they weren't campaigning for questionable guidelines, they would spew an overwhelming amount of toxic hatred towards white, straight and cisgendered people, men, and closeted/stealth LGBTQ members. They overgeneralized these demographics as evil, racist, rapists while claiming that bigotry towards these groups was non-existent, however their behavior alone had proved them wrong. When the SJWs weren't busy educating the general population that the mijority populose is in some way depraved and it was impossible for them to be at the receiving end of discrimination, they would announce their wishes of injury, rape, or death upon such individuals.

Upon examination of their blogs, I noticed a trend of common themes: candy-colored with chibi anime characters, cutesy things, like clouds and butterflies, and the overuse of emojis which suggested innocently blissful ignorance, such as "oWo", and "uwu". The image of cuteness and frailty was starkly antithetical of their appalling behavior. Their summary section usually contained their age, gender-identity, pronouns, sexual orientation, a list of self-diagnosed mental disorders, and a request that people belonging to their detested demographic not follow their blogs, saying it would trigger them. They would often laugh at anybody who was brave enough to point out their bigotry and hypocrisy. Once they began to lose and argument, they would start to spout out posts crying and complaining about being triggered, which was then followed by a chain of their ass-kissing followers and fans trying to cheer them up by validating and reinforcing the bigoted behavior.

Ultimately, they refused to apologize, using their self-diagnosed mental condition as an excuse for any and all of their bad behavior. Used as a badge of honor, rather than incentive to seek psychiatric help, they would misrepresent those individuals who had a professional diagnosis and perpetuate the stigma against mental illness. Any sort of feedback related to getting treatment or professionally diagnosed would lead to arguments and, once again, complaints of being triggered.

Aside from riding off the backs of the mentally ill, they treat the LGBTQ community like a fashion trend. This is done so by claiming psudopronouns, imaginary genders, or bizzare sexual identities. They lack the ability to differentiate gender divergence from gender dysphoria. Their lack of gender dysphoria precludes transgenderism, however they believe that their quirks are somehow integrated with their gender.

One example would be a man who likes to wear floral wreaths, calls himself a fairy, and asks that you call him fae/faer/faers, as opposed to he/him/his. Likewise, a women who dresses in a button-down, slacks, a bowtie, while donning a pixie-cut would call herself a "gender-confusion", defining it as "a gender that makes people confused," and request that you use the psudopronouns "voi/void/voids" when referring to her. In both examples, the individual is comfortable with their genitals. They fail to recognize that the taste and interests that they have in opposition to their sex is a common phenomenon and have deluded themselves into the belief that their personal preferences somehow define their gender. Not only do their theatrics make the LGBTQ community look like a bunch of clowns, but their baseless claims of transgenderism sustain and reinforce the belief that medical transition is superfluous.

As an SMI and FTM rape survivor, it was only natural for me to be irritated by the spread of misinformation and the outlandish portrayals exemplified by fools claiming to be something they're not, however, it was witnessing the barbaric demeanor which came with it that shook me to the bones. I was boiling with anger, and the only way I could let off steam was to assume active opposition against the SJWs. That was the start of my anti-SJW regime.

For some time, I had taken the role as a moderator for a blog once known as lgbtagainstsjws, where I was affectionately dubbed "The Hermit," a tarot card which I can identify with. I tried my best to present myself in a civil manner and not succumb to habitual trolling. The blog had a balance of personnel from across the political spectrum. Strength was the most conservative of us, however his delivery was on the abrasive side of things. After his disappearance, the balance shifted, and the blog began turning into that which it opposed.

Witnessing the tilt had me walking on eggshells. I became less active, only responding to inquiries of which could be answered without causing tension. I'd become more like my name implied, a hermit. Eventually, I woke up to a surprise in the Skype room. The oldest, wisest, and most respectable moderator, Justice had been expelled from the blog, on the grounds that her viewpoints were misaligned from their own. Since my stance was on par with that of Justice's, I quietly severed ties with the blog and it's moderators, leaving it with all but teenagers in charge.