#mtf!trans roman

[romandles]

I love finding out that the things I think will be hot, are actually super fuckin hot irl.

#in other news I think I might be on the aromantic spectrum so that’s fun #roman rambles #trans nsft #ftm nsft #t4t #nsft #nonbinary #mtf nsft

[curbinout]

My mom asked me about the Roman Empire for a TikTok trend and now I’m dysphoric

#Trans #rome #roman empire #tiktok #Mtf #romes cool though

[darksides-dutchess]

I wanted to make a lil something for my beloved mutual @remi-remy-remus so I decided to draw Rose for it!! Hope you like it!!!

Click for better quality!!

@liemonyellow @thecrowssideblog @the-duke-of-nuts

#sanders sides #mtf trans #roman sanders #rose #fem sides

[blackbellaswan1]

i haven't posted all day but u just finished wargames and it was absolutely amazing womens wargames 9/10 shotzi vs ronda was bad ronda is honestly just horrible, aj vs finn was good even tho they are both completely washed up, seth bobby and austin was great i'm glad austin won and mens wargames was insane. The ending was crazy but this just means the betrayal gonna be even more heart breaking this is pro wrestling at its finest it's what i live for

#wwe #wargames #roman reigns #sami zayn #jey uso #kevin owens #wwe survivor series #mtf trans

[kormenhq]

Fan Fiction Requests!

I am bored! Help me write stuff to post on Ao3!

Request Rules & Characters

Rules::

- DON’T JUDGE MY WRITING, if you don’t think i’m a good writer, that’s your opinion. I may not be the best writer but I am trying my best.

- I will write about any gender! If you do not specify, I will write it as gender neutral (I also write trans ftm reader (not mtf as I am not mtf)

- Want some polyamourus stuff? Go ahead and I ask! I am happy to write about it!

- Please no Teacher x student or anything of the sorts I don’t want to write illegal stuff.

- I write emotional/romantic/platonic relationships (this includes smut though that’s very rare for me to write, you can still ask if you would like though.)

- Hurt/Comfort fics are welcome and encouraged!! I put trigger warnings anywhere I think it is needed, so please be sure to read the warnings under each title/on each post.

- I have every right to disapprove or not take your request.

- I will NOT write characters being abusive whether it be physical, emotional or anything like that. (lying to fulfill a scheme doesn’t count), but I would be more than happy to write about them helping you get OUT of an abusive relationship.

-I only write for the characters not real people.

Characters I write for::

- Any Markiplier ego (I MEAN IT I LOVE THESE GUYS)

- Any Jacksepticeye ego (Love these guys as well)

- Loki (Marvel)

- Gillion Tidestrider (Just roll with it)

- Chip (Just roll with it)

- Jay Ferin (Just roll with it)

- Spider man/Peter parker

- Oliver Swift (Dialtown)

- Randy Jade (Dialtown)

- Karen Dunn (Dialtown)

- Norm (Dialtown)

- Phonegingi (Dialtown)

- Ranboo (DSMP)

- Slimecicle (DSMP)

- Jack Manifold (DSMP)

- Jschlatt (DSMP)

- Philza (DSMP)

- Quackity (DSMP)

- Tommy innit (DSMP)

- Wilbur soot (DSMP)

- Red Guy (DHMIS)

- Duck (DHMIS)

- Yellow Guy (DHMIS)

- Nagito (Danganronpa)

- Kokichi (Danganronpa)

- Any fanon Creepypasta (I will refuse canon (they are murderers)

- Janus (Sanders sides)

- Virgil (Sanders sides)

- Remus (Sanders sides)

- Roman (Sanders sides)

- Patton (Sanders sides)

- Logan (Sanders sides)

#ao3fic #ao3 #ao3 works #ao3 writer #fanfiction #fanfic #just roll with it #dream smp #dont hug me im scared #markiplier egos #markiplier tv #jacksepticegos #septic egos #loki #marvel #dialtown #danganronpa #creepypasta #sanders sides #are there more? #there is definitely something wrong with me #there has to be more #there is more

[hopelessrromantix]

cis women can’t interact with mlm content but trans women can? so you secretly think of trans women as gay men

You really wanna be mad, huh? I in fact said they can't interact with mlm content, so I think you've got your own projections to work out.

Since you can't read, trans women may not interact with my mlm content. As I said in the post, mlm content is for mlm people, a community trans women are not part of due to being (go fucking figure) women.

However, there's a distinct lack of MTF/Amab gn content out there, and as someone who writes gn content too I'm okay with trans women reading and interacting with my gn content only.

My mlm content is tagged "letters from roman" and the nsfw mlm is "nsfw letters from roman", you may block those tags accordingly.

Get some eyes.

[northlight14]

✨Trans headcanon’s✨

Have an ongoing thread that’s basically just this but wanted to make this anyway so here you go🤷

This is including both binary and non-binary trans headcanon’s so buckle up cuz I’ve got a lot!

Death note:

- L (agender, he/they) (believes gender is dumb and a social construct and he’s way too busy solving crimes to care about it)

- Near (non-binary, they/them)

- Matt (trans masc, he/they)

My Hero Academia:

- Bakugo (trans ftm, he/him)

- Aizawa (trans ftm, he/him)

- Present Mic (genderfluid, he/they/she)

- Aoyama (bigender, she/he)

- Mina (paragirl, she/they)

- Asui (non-binary, she/they/frog)

- Denki (questioning, he/they)

- Jirou (non-binary, she/they or they/she)

- Sero (non-binary, they/he)

Tokoyami (genderqueer, he/it/shadow/dark/xe)

Todoroki (non-binary, they/them and experimenting with other pronouns too)

Kendo (agender, they/she/he)

Shigaraki (either amab non-binary or trans masc, he/they/it)

Attack on Titan:

- Armin (non-binary/demiboy, they/he) (legit one of my first thoughts when seeing Armin ngl)

Demon Slayer:

- Inoske (libramasc, he/they)

Saiki K:

- Kaidou (non-binary, he/they/shadow/dark/it)

- Kuboyasu (paraboy, he/they)

Dr Stone:

- Gen (non-binary, all pronouns with a preference for they/them)

Danganronpa:

- Junko (genderfluid, she/her)

- Celeste (trans mtf, she/her)

- Mondo (trans ftm, he/him)

- Byakuya (non-binary, they/them or they/she) (honestly I support any trans Byakuya headcanon, the non-binary one is just my personal favourite)

- Kyoko (librafemme, she/they)

- Peko (trans mtf, she/her)

- Nagito (demiboy, he/they/it)

- Sonia (trans mtf, she/her)

- Fuyuhiko (trans ftm, he/him)

- Kazuichi (trans ftm, he/him)

- Mahiru (paragirl or demigirl, she/they)

- Ibuki (genderfluid, she/they)

- Gundham (trans ftm, he/they/neopronouns)

- Chiaki (trans mtf, she/her)

- Kaede (trans mtf, she/her)

- Shuichi (trans ftm, he/him)

- Kokichi (trans ftm, he/him/they)

- Ultimate Imposter (agender, they/them)

- Ryota (non-binary, they/them)

- Ki-Bo (agender, they/he)

- Rantaro (either trans masc or amab demiboy, he/they)

Haikyuu:

- Hinata (trans masc, he/they)

- Sugawara (libramasc, they/he)

- Shimizu (trans mtf, she/her)

- Yachi (trans mtf, she/her)

- Kenma (they/them)

Sk8 the infinity:

- Reki (trans ftm, he/him)

- Langa (trans ftm, he/him)

- Miya (non-binary, they/them)

Death Parade:

- Decim (libramasc, he/they)

- Mai Takada (trans mtf, she/her)

Bungo stray dogs:

- Atsushi (libramasc, they/he)

- Dazai (genderfluid, he/they)

- Yosano (trans mtf, she/her)

- Ranpo (trans masc, he/they)

- Junichiro (trans ftm, he/him)

- Chuuya (trans masc, he/they with a preference for he/him) (Chuuya gives me too much gender envy to be cis)

- Gin (genderfluid, she/they/he)

- Akutagawa (idk what he is, I just know he’s not cisgender😂)

- Poe (agender/trans masc, he/they)

Avatar: The Last Airbender:

- Aang (trans ftm, he/him)

Roleslaying With Roman:

- Henderson (trans ftm, he/him)

- Burgundy Red (trans femme, she/they) (pronouns canon, gender unconfirmed)

- Noise (trans masc non-binary, he/they) (pronouns canon, gender unconfirmed)

Ace Attorney:

- Mia Fey (trans mtf, she/her)

- Ron DeLite (trans ftm, he/him)

- Barok van Zieks (trans ftm, he/him

- Wocky Takaki (trans ftm, he/him)

- Apollo Justice (trans ftm, he/him

#trans #nonbinary #transgender #death note #mha #attack on titan #demon slayer #saiki k #dr stone #danganronpa #haikyuu #sk8 the infinity #death parade #bungo stray dogs #atla #roleslaying with roman

[brandstifter-sys]

Visexual

Word Count: 1022                 (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T

Warnings: pre and post gender reveal names and pronouns, mtf!virgil, mild gore mention, sex mention

Remus’ is scared that his partner doesn’t want him anymore, and he wants to make up for whatever he did. His Scare Bear clears the air and comes out.

Remus was scared. It took a lot to scare the wily tattoo artist, and this was making his heart race. He was afraid that his long-term boyfriend wanted to break up. 

He drummed his fingers on his leg and knocked on Virgil's door, holding a shopping bag with a tub of ice cream and mini brownies. He needed a peace offering before groveling, even if he didn't do anything wrong he would beg for forgiveness. 

"Remus?" Virgil asked when he opened the door. He was shaking and biting his lip. Did Virgil forget about movie night? Did he want to?

"Hey Scare Bear, it's Friday, I thought we were going to watch the Conjuring tonight. Did I come at a bad time?" 

"It's Friday already?" V mumbled, "I kinda forgot. Uh, you can come in. I'll get everything set up." 

"If you don't want to, we can do something else or I can go. I know I'm a lot to deal with and if you're tired—" 

Virgil grabbed his shirt and dragged him into the apartment. Remus let his taller partner drag him to the couch and sat down. 

"I'll put the ice cream in the freezer. And uh there's something we need to talk about—" Virgil said and took the bag. 

"Please don't leave me! I can do better! Whatever it is I did, I know we can work through it! You're the best thing that ever happened to me and I want to try!" Remus cut him off and fell to his knees. Virgil stared at him and tilted his head, as if the thought never crossed his mind. 

"I'll be right back, I promise. Just get off the floor," Virgil said softly and helped him off the floor. Remus was still terrified when he left. 

He couldn't lose Virgil, they weren't a perfect pair but goddamn did they build each other up and keep each other in line. But three months of Virgil being distant and disinterested in cuddles, much less sex, was worrying. Did he do something wrong? 

"Alright," Virgil said and sat down next to him without looking at him, "I don't know how to ask this without being weird, but you're into men, right?" 

"Yeah? It's not like you watched me argue with Roman over who the gay twin is for like six years or something," Remus pouted. 

"Then maybe you should go find one to be your boyfriend," Virgil sighed and curled into a ball. 

"I don't want anyone else, Scare Bear. Do I have to beg on my knees again? I will. I will grovel. I will beg and plead and rip out my tongue and eyeballs." 

"Remus, I'm—I'm not a man. I don't want to lose you but I can't keep hiding." 

"You mean, you're trans. What flavor?" 

"Woman. She/her. I've been on E for—" 

"—at least three months. That explains so much!" Remus gasped and pulled her into his chest, "Do you have a new name to go with the pronouns?"

"Violetta. Um—Vi for short." 

"That's such a good name for you!" Remus gushed and hugged her waist, "It's so pretty and mysterious! And I don't mind screaming it in the bedroom! Why did it take you so long to say something?" 

"I thought you might not want to be with me if I wasn't a man. You brag about being gay all the time and this—" 

"I like men of all shapes and junk, but you had better believe that I am so incredibly Vi-sexual it's maddening!" 

"'Vi-sexual?' Really?" Vi snicked and got comfortable in his lap. She leaned against him and closed her eyes, letting him rub her arm.

"Yup! No matter what gender, you're you and you make my heart orgasm—ooh!" Remus said before accidentally brushing over her chest, "Your boobies are growing in!"

"Yeah, they started growing fast. They might be as big as yours soon," Vi jeered. Remus glanced down at his own chest and giggled. He had some nice muscle boobs and he loved to flaunt them!

"If that happens you're gonna have a problem. Namely me. Boobs are for squish and I like to squish!" 

Vi laughed and pulled him to her chest, squishing him against her humble squish. Remus giggled and nuzzled into her chest. 

"That's not a problem, you dork!" 

"Good! Because you're soft and I'm so in love with you it hurts!" Remus giggled and tilted his head up, "I want to kiss you." 

Vi cupped his cheek and leaned down. She pressed her lips to his, for just a moment. 

"God damn, I missed that," she mumbled against his mouth, tickling her lip with his mustache, "I missed this." 

"I missed you too, Violetta. I missed your warmth and your lips and your radiant decay," Remus said and kissed her cheek, "And I'm ready to go with you on this adventure." He slowly kissed down her neck, enjoying the soft moan that escaped her lips. 

"Mmm, Remus," she sighed and guided him away from her neck, "I'm still figuring out where I'm sensitive." 

"Did you want to find out more tonight or should we cuddle up, watch a movie, and eat ice cream?" 

"Cuddles, but maybe we can kiss too?" 

"If you want to!" Remus giggled and wiggled his eyebrows, "I am taking every chance I get to kiss my girlfriend!" 

Vi flushed and hid her face in her hands. Remus giggled and held her closer by the waist. He knew he did something right if it got her flustered.

"I really like hearing you say that," she grumbled. 

"I really like saying that," Remus hummed, "Almost as much as I like seeing my girlfriend's flustered smile." 

"Thanks," she said and lowered her hands, "Thank you for being so chill about this." 

"You're learning stuff about you, you're still gorgeous, and you still love me—I am anything but chill, Vi! I'm excited and ecstatic!" Remus jeered and kissed her cheek. 

"You really are the best, Cuddlefish," she said and melted into his embrace. She was happy that this confrontation went better than she hoped. Remus could say the same thing.

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #mtf!virgil #sex mention tw #gore mention tw #sandyscribed #there's not enough transfem sides content

[zanderz-zidez]

New au time!

It's a youtuber au! Ro, Re, and Jan run a travel blog channel called 'Trio Travels'. Pat and Logan are married and have a channel dedicated to tutorials, everything from cooking to advanced math. Virginia is a gamer and also streams.

Feel free to send I asks asking about this, I might also write some oneshots for it

Patton, he/him

Logan, he/him

Virginia (Virgil), she/her (trans mtf)

Janus, they/them (nb)

Rosa (Roman), she/her

Remus, he/him

Ships: dukeceit (established), logicality (established), prinxiety (not yet)

Picrew link:

#this is not replacing my adoption au #you xan still send in asks for that #thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #human au #half genderbent au #picrew #picrew link

[teacupfulofstarshine]

you're the pink in my cheeks (i'm a little bit soft)

summary: "and i know we'll never grow old together / cause you'll never grow old to me / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft"

- "monster," marceline (adventure time)

(OR: 5.4k of soft domestic lesbian!analogical, featuring lesbian!moceit, trans male!remus, trans female!roman, and Gay Shenanigans)

a/n: huge thank you to dandie for beta'ing this fic!

i just wanted to write wlw is that so wrong of me? no. no it is not.

CW: alcohol mentions, a few sex jokes, swearing, one implied instance of potential sexual activity (although it doesn't go any farther than making out; if you want to skip that part, skip the section that starts with "Did you get the right kind of popcorn?")

word count: ~5.4k

read it on ao3!!

“I think I may be going insane,” Logan says, squinting at her laptop screen. Virginia, hanging upside-down in the armchair, looks up from her phone and blinks.

“And why is that?”

“Because I am starting to agree with Rosie’s anti-Florida agenda.”

“I didn’t realize that there was an anti-Florida agenda.”

“Rosie has one, and I have always thought it facetious. However, if this laboratory does not start sending me my requested samples and information in a timely manner, I will be forced to concede that Rosie may have . . . a point.”

“You, agreeing with a lit major? I never thought I’d see the day,” Virginia teases. Logan initially resists the urge to stick her tongue out or flip Virginia off, because that would be childish, but then she remembers that Virginia does not care about her childishness, so she sticks her tongue out. Virginia snorts with laughter, and Logan feels warm, fizzy pop-rocks bursting in her chest.

Her phone buzzes next to her, and she picks it up. There’s a new message blinking for her attention on the screen.

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

a, b, or c

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

. . . What?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

*rolls eyes*

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

i need you to make a selection, logan. a, b, or c.

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

I am confused. What am I selecting between?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Yes. I would like to know. That is why I asked you.

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Also, I am not a meteorologist. Or a boy.

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

it’s a meme, i’m sure v will be happy to show you the og. but first: make a choice

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Option B, I suppose?

[from: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

vodka it is!

[to: snesbian (snake lesbian)]

Wait, what?

Her phone buzzes again, another text thread lighting up, and Logan abandons the now-fruitless conversation with Jan to see that her wife has texted.

[from: soda poppy]

y is jan fillin a thermos with vodka and sayin u gave her the go ahead? >:(

[to: soda poppy]

I am unsure. She texted me asking me to make a choice between “a, b, and c” with no context given. When I eventually selected “b,” she excitedly mentioned vodka and logged off.

[from: soda poppy]

her an remy r going 2 a pta meeting tonight an i guess they’re goin drunk

[to: soda poppy]

Is that a . . . normal occurrence?

[from: soda poppy]

sadly yeah

[to: soda poppy]

Wait, is she even allowed to attend PTA meetings? You two don’t have any children?

[from: soda poppy]

she’s on the school board so she has the right 2 attend. idk if she’s supposed to or not but its never stopped her b4

“Everythin’ good over there?” Virginia asks.

“I believe I may have just enabled Jan to attend a PTA meeting drunk.” Virginia snorts, swiping at her phone.

“Good for her, honestly. The only reason she and Poppy live in that neighborhood is so that Jan can flaunt her wife in front of all the capital-s Straight people, because she’s a petty fuckin’ bitch.”

“That is a strange word choice for your best friend.”

“I hate Jan, she’s a bitch,” Virginia says, smirking fondly at her phone. Logan knows her girlfriend well enough to know that this statement is disingenuous, so she stands up, stretching her arms above her head, and leans down to drop a kiss onto Virginia’s forehead.

*~*~*~*~*

Logan blinks awake slowly, feeling for the position of her limbs. She’s on her left side, left arm tucked up under her pillow to cradle her head, wrapped in the thick comforter of their bed. Her right arm is slung across Virginia’s body, and her girlfriend is pressed up against her, head tucked right under Logan’s chin and face nestled into her neck and chest. Virginia breathes, slow and deep and even, and Logan hums, huffing out a soft exhale.

She carefully wiggles out of bed, tucking the comforter around Virginia’s curled-up form. Virginia grumbles when the cool morning air slips against her skin, because she is a foolish woman who insists upon sleeping in short shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top no matter the current weather patterns. Logan wraps her up, making sure that she’s shifted into the middle of the warm divot of body heat, and Virginia settles in, asleep again in a heartbeat.

Logan turns to the corner chair, where her early-morning outfit is already laid out: athletic leggings, a sports bra, a moisture-wicking quarter zip jacket. She changes quietly, lights off, and tugs on a pair of ankle socks before slinking into the bathroom. Once the door is shut, she flicks on the soft lights over the vanity and carefully undoes her sleep braid. Normally, Virginia does Logan’s hair, because Logan is not good at dealing with her wavy, tangled, curly mess, but she won’t wake up her girlfriend for that. She can, at bare minimum, pull her hair up into a high ponytail for running purposes.

They live in a small town only a short walk (and even shorter bike ride) from the beach, full of little two-story brightly-colored beach cottages. Logan steps off her front porch, pulls out her phone, and quickly shoots a text.

[to: ginny <3]

I am headed to the beach for my weekly run. I will likely return before you wake up, but in case I do not: I will be back before 9 AM.

[to: ginny <3]

I love you <3

Logan kicks up the kickstand on her bike, runs her fingers over the glossy dark-blue paint flecked with white and silver and gold to mimic stars, and swings one leg over the bike seat. She carefully pedals out into the narrow road and heads for the beach. The cool early-morning air whips past her face, and she chances a glance up at the dark-blue-turning-light-blue-grey sky and smiles.

She’s always been an early-morning morning person, anyway.

*~*~*~*~*

Logan’s sneakers dig into the hard-packed wet sand along the water’s edge as she runs. Seagulls scatter in front of her, and the podcast Virginia recommended hums in her ear. The sun creeps up, up, up onto the horizon, coloring the blue-grey into streaks of brilliant pink and orange and gold, light reflecting off the water in resplendent diamond sparkles.

Logan runs half a mile down the beach, turns around, runs back to where she started and then runs half a mile in the other direction before turning around and running back to her starting point. By the time she’s bent over, hands on her knees, huffing out breath while her legs burn pleasantly, the sun has emerged fully from the ocean, and Logan is beginning to wish she had worn a visor.

She takes a moment to appreciate the sensory experiences of being on a nearly-abandoned beach: the scent of salt water, the sound of waves crashing against sand, the errant cries of gulls squabbling over fish. Their little beach is not nearly pristine enough for a tourist attraction, and too far north along the Atlantic coast to be warm year-round. Still, Logan loves it, and cannot imagine living anywhere else.

She hunts along the water’s edge as she walks, briefly, a cool-down before the bike ride home. She finds a few things worth photographing, a few crabs to shoo back into the ocean, and a few things worth gathering: an intact clam shell whose smooth curve runs unbroken from the heel of her palm to the tip of her index finger when she lays it flat in her hand, a light gray rock worn smooth by the waves that turns dark-gray-almost-black when wet, a small spiral shell that she thinks may have broken off of the top of a snail shell. Logan wraps all three things carefully in a small handkerchief from the little bag she keeps in her bike basket, pulling out her phone to note the time (8:37 AM) and the message notification flashing at her.

[from: ginny<3]

dunno why you insist on being a morning person. stop by the dunkin on your way back and get us breakfast?

[to: ginny<3]

You had Dunkin for breakfast three times this week. You should consume something healthy.

[from: ginny <3]

>:( >:( >:( >:(

[from: ginny <3]

counterpoint: you bringing me dunkin is better than me not eating breakfast at all. which is the alternative because i do not want to get up and prepare anything

[to: ginny <3]

Your womanly wiles will not work on me in regards to Dunkin breakfast.

[from: ginny <3]

bitch (affectionate)

[to: ginny <3]

Would you like me to make you breakfast on my return, beloved?

[from: ginny <3]

. . .

[from: ginny <3]

will you make me an omelette? with all the cheesy goo an shit?

[to: ginny <3]

I will make you an omelette with some degree of “cheese goo.”

Logan slides her phone into her pocket, huffing out a laugh at her girlfriend’s behavior, and hops onto her bike again.

*~*~*~*~*

“Your omelettes are always so much better than mine,” Virginia says, moaning as she sinks her teeth into an enormous bite of egg and cheese. Logan, calmly dicing bell peppers to mix into her own omelette, smiles.

“All food tastes better when it is prepared by someone who is not you.”

“You’ve clearly never had anything the twins have cooked.” Virginia takes another bite, pops a multivitamin into her mouth, and chases it down with a gulp of milk. “Besides, it tastes better because you made it.”

“I am not the most accomplished chef in the world, certainly, but I am glad you enjoy my cooking.”

Virginia laughs softly. “Lo, I like your food because it’s prepared by someone who loves me. I can taste the love in everything you make for me.”

Logan turns back to her peppers to hide her blush. “Love is not a measurable ingredient when cooking.” Virginia laughs again, louder this time; when Logan sets the knife down, she hears Virginia’s chair scrape out behind her as she stands, feels her arms wrap around her waist, feels the cool skin of her face press into her neck.

“Love you.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Stressful day at work?” Logan asks, hearing the door slam.

Virginia kicks off her flats, sending them flying into the wall with a clatter. Logan sets down her crochet project and moves toward the entrance of their house, where Virginia is shrugging off her rainjacket to reveal a mint-green Peter Pan-collared blouse and dark gray dress pants. “The stressiest.”

Logan takes the jacket and shakes it out on the tiled entranceway before hanging it on the hook. “I am sorry, beloved.”

“Lots of assessments, lots of parents who don’t understand why I’m assessing their kid, lots of parents insisting that there’s nothing wrong with their kid, or that there’s no way their kid could possibly have the deficits that I’m seeing. Like, I wouldn’t make this shit up, you know? Literally, let me help your child. You came to me, remember? I’m not in the habit of imposing myself onto people.”

“That sounds very stressful,” Logan says. She tries to picture a life where she spends all her time interacting with people she doesn’t know on a regular basis instead of her little corner of the university biochemistry lab where she only has to interact with three or four known people and her immediate supervisor, mostly by email. It sends icy fingers skittering down her spine.

“It is, I hate it. I mean, Kitty’s my supervisor until I get my C’s, so if I have problems I can consult with her, but like . . . why are people the way that they are.”

Logan stretches up and presses a gentle kiss to Virginia’s cheek. “I love you, Ginny.”

Virginia exhales and folds herself around Logan, draping her body over her girlfriend and going limp and boneless. “I don’t wanna be a real person for the rest of the night.”

“That can be arranged.”

“But it’s my night to make dinner.”

“I do not mind switching and having you make dinner tomorrow,” Logan says. “This is an acceptable deviation from the routine.” Virginia pushes her face into Logan’s neck, and Logan nuzzles the side of her head, and she sighs like the entire world has lifted off her chest.

*~*~*~*~*

(This is how it starts:

Logan, taking a class on British literature in her sophomore year because she needs to meet her core requirements. Logan, meeting Rosie, disagreeing with her on almost every single point she raises in class, hating when they’re paired up for their midterm project but earning the best grade in the class overall. Logan, seeing a text from Rosie about how her housemate needs people to participate in a research study for extra credit. Logan, making the long trek down to the health sciences building and seeing Virginia for the first time, thinking that she’s pretty and not knowing that she’ll be thinking that for the rest of her life.)

*~*~*~*~*

“Hello, gorgeous,” Virginia hums.

“Are you talking to me or to the mint plant?” Logan says, aggressively stabbing her pointer finger against the Delete key. It clacks loudly, and she mutters an insult under her breath. “I am going to set myself on fire. I swear to god, I am.”

“Obviously the mint plant,” Virginia says, turning and dropping a kiss on Logan’s head. “You okay, honey?” Logan grumbles more and shoves the laptop away from her with a disgruntled noise. Virginia moves the laptop away and leans over to kiss her forehead.

“I am trying to politely word an email whose essence boils down to, ‘If you do not send me my fucking samples in a timely manner, I am going to be forced to commit an Atrocity the likes of which this earth has never seen’,” Logan says.

Virginia laughs so hard that she sits down on the tiled kitchen floor, wiping tears from her eyes. “You are so funny,” she wheezes. Logan feels her irritation fade a little under the brightness of her girlfriend’s joy. “Let me see the email, I’m good at professional bullshitting.”

*~*~*~*~*

“Braid my hair!” Rosie says, throwing herself down onto the couch. Logan lifts her laptop up just in time to keep Rosie’s head from slamming into the keyboard.

“Ginny is your best bet for braids, Rosie. I have limited experience.”

“It doesn’t have to be fancy, It just has to be off my neck.”

Logan saves her document and sets her laptop on the coffee table, poking at Rosie’s ribs until she slides onto the floor and settles cross-legged between Logan’s thighs. “A comb and some hair-ties would be appreciated.”

“REMUS!” Rosie shouts.

“WHAT?”

“BRING ME A BRUSH AND SOME HAIR BANDS!”

“GET YOUR OWN!”

“I’m going to kill that man,” Rosie mutters, rolling to her feet. There are suspicious muffled thumping noises from the other room for a few minutes before Rosie emerges, victorious, hair somehow even messier than it was in the first place.

“You are the single loudest person I have ever met,” Logan sighs, taking the comb and the hair ties and beginning to drag it through Rosie’s curls. Rosie winces, just a little, at the pull of the comb, and Logan tries to be more gentle.

“Thank you!”

“I did not say that was a compliment.

“Hey!”

*~*~*~*~*

Logan tugs her sweatshirt sleeves down from where she’d rolled them up previously, shivering a little. Part of her wishes that she had worn leggings instead of capris as she drags the folding chair a little closer to the bonfire, toes dragging through the still-sun-warmed sand. The speaker set up on the food table blasts some sort of current pop music, and Rosie and Poppy dance around each other, chanting the lyrics at each other. They are both very loud and very off-key and, Logan suspects, fairly drunk as well. Remus is in the ocean (definitely buzzed, potentially naked) and Jan is standing at the edge of the ocean, watching to make sure he stays alive.

“Hey,” someone says, low and rumbling in her ear. Logan does not flinch (just barely) and turns to see Virginia, holding a plastic cup with a poorly-drawn sketch of the state of Virginia on it. Her hair is starting to come loose from its messy bun, and her sweater sleeves keep sliding down over her wrists and nearly dunking into her drink, and her breath smells sweet and alcoholic. When she lifts her hand to Logan’s cheek, her fingers are cool, and Logan shivers.

“How’s my girl?” Virginia asks.

“Cold,” Logan answers honestly. Virginia laughs, tipping her head back and exposing the long strip of her neck. Logan wants to lick it.

“You’re adorable,” Virginia says, leaning in and pressing her mouth against Logan’s ear. Her breath is warm and slightly damp. “So pretty, my Logan, and so smart. I bet you know exactly what chemical compounds are making the flames turn that color, hmmm?”

Logan can feel her face burning hotter than the bonfire, but Virginia just sits languidly in her lap, feet propped up on the armrest. Her toes are painted pale purple, and the glitter sparkles in the firelight.

“How many drinks have you had?” Logan asks.

“Enough to feel all tingly,” Virginia says, swirling whatever’s in her cup. “How many have you had?”

“None,” Logan answers honestly. Virginia leans her head against Logan’s shoulder, and her wispy frizz tickled Logan’s nose. She sneezes, and Virginia giggles in the high-pitched, superficial way she only giggles when she gets really, really drunk.

“You sound so cute when you sneeze.”

“I do not.”

“Of course you do,” and now Virginia is looking at her, eyes glowing warm in the firelight. “You sound cute when you do anything. You’re cute when you exist. You’re cute no matter what. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Logan hates the taste of alcohol, but she leans in and kisses Virginia anyway.

*~*~*~*~*

“Lo.”

“Hmmm?”

“Pick a color.”

“What?”

“I’m painting my toes again. Pick a color for me.”

Logan flops over onto her stomach, staring at the neat row of creme polishes sitting on their ottoman. Virginia’s bare feet are propped up in front of them, spread apart awkwardly with neon lemon gel toe spreaders, and she studies the nail polish like she’s trying to determine which vial isn’t poisoned.

“I like that one,” she says finally, pointing to a pale pink polish the color of the flowers Virginia brought her on their first date. Virginia hums, picking the bottle up and tilting it critically in the light.

“Not the one I would have picked, but I said you could pick, so I guess we’re doing it.”

Virginia tosses some bottles of toppers (or “tacos” as she calls them, slang from one of the YouTubers she likes) onto the bed while she paints her toes, and Logan sifts through them to settle on a blue-yellow iridescent one.

“I do not know how you can get behind wearing something called a Unicorn Skin,” Logan says. Virginia just shrugs and plucks the bottle from her hand. Their fingers overlap - Logan’s warm from where they’ve been tucked under her body, Virginia’s cool from where they’ve been gripping the glass bottle. Impulsively, Logan lifts Virginia’s fingers and kisses the tips.

“You’re going to smear the polish,” Virginia mutters, even though she painted her fingers earlier today and they’ve been dry for a while. She doesn’t bother to yank her fingers away, either, so Logan kisses them again.

*~*~*~*~*

“Logan!”

Logan is fully aware that the only thing keeping Poppy from crashing into her like a floral-sundress-covered cannonball is the casserole dish in her hands. She counts her blessings and steps aside to let Poppy in.

“Where’s Jan?”

“Getting something from the car! It’s my turn to drive us home, so she brought something to drink.”

Jan primly kicks the passenger side door shut with her heeled ankle boots, a bottle of wine grasped by the neck in each hand.

“I hope you do not intend to drink both of those in their entirety tonight,” Logan says. Jan rolls her eyes and offers one of the bottles to her.

“This one is a gift for you and Ginia. The other one is for me.”

“None for Poppy?”

“Poppy is the designated driver, so she will not be drinking. And I know she already told you that.” Logan rolls her eyes, and Jan flips her off. “Are you going to invite me in or not?”

“What are you, a vampire?” Virginia shouts from the kitchen.

“Only one of us dresses like the undead, darling, and it isn’t me,” Jan calls back, stepping into the house. “Are the twins here yet?”

“They cannot attend. Remus has orchestra practice and Rosie is teaching a dance class. You already knew both of these facts, because you are in the group text.”

“I am not.”

“You responded to a message in the group thread fifteen minutes ago.”

“That was the NSA agent assigned to monitor me.”

“You are a liar.”

“What else is new?”

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

soda poppy: hey every1! DONUT 4get to make ur bakesale goodies and drop them off at r house by 7 am on fri!

lo tide: Please use normal words. I am begging you.

snesbian (snake lesbian): then beg.

lo tide: I do not recall asking for your opinion.

snesbian (snake lesbian): and yet i give it to you anyway. am i not generous

virgin: if you don’t stop making fun of my gf i swear to god

virgin: also remus if you don’t stop changing my name i’m gonna end you

virgin has changed their name to gin(ny) and tonic!

gin(ny) and tonic: much better anyway

violets are blue rosie is me: i believe you meant anygay

gin(ny) and tonic: i said what i fucking said

ace attorney irl: you changed your name :(

gin(ny) and tonic: every day the Lord regrets giving all of us mod powers in this chat

snesbian (snake lesbian): i have no such regrets

lo tide: Can we circle back to the bake sale, please?

soda poppy: Whatchu wanna kno???

lo tide: I assume it is school related?

soda poppy: yep!

soda poppy: fundraising 4 this year’s art club field trip! since im the faculty advisor im in charge of approving and setting up 4 the fundraisers

lo tide: I see. And why, exactly, is it our responsibility to make things for this fundraiser? Should it not be the students’ responsibility?

soda poppy: they r makin stuff 4 it but also i gotta make sure some of the stuff will b edible yknow

lo tide: I see.

gin(ny) and tonic: listen i know that jan is like. a professional pastry chef an shit. but i’m not making anything fancy like a cheesecake or smthn

gin(ny) and tonic: i’m making like. fuckin brownies

snesbian (snake lesbian): smh don’t you care about the Children at all?

gin(ny) and tonic: no. they’re not my kids

ace attorney irl: i will make cookies

soda poppy: u cannot make them inappropriate shapes

ace attorney irl: :(

violets are blue rosie is me: do not worry, i will make sure they are an appropriate shape

violets are blue rosie is me: i’ll make cupcakes!

lo tide: I believe I have a recipe for lemon squares that I can make. Will lemon squares be sufficient?

soda poppy: yeah! just keep ur stuff free of common allergens like tree nuts

gin(ny) and tonic: so my plan to just yeet you a bag of reese’s peanut butter cups and call it a contribution is out then

*~*~*~*~*

Virginia throws a box of brownie mix into the cart and dusts her hands off. “There. Done.”

Logan raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t give me that look, we have the rest of the ingredients at home. We have tap water, we have oil, we have eggs, we don’t need anything else. What do we need for your lemon thingies?”

“Lemons, presumably.”

“You’re a comedian,” Logan deadpans. Virginia flips her off, and then leans in to kiss her cheek. “I do need lemons, though. Lemons, more eggs . . . I have a list in my phone.”

“What phone?” Virginia says, dangling Logan’s galaxy-patterned case above her head. “I think you’re too short for this, Lo.”

“Give me my phone,” Logan says, rolling her eyes. Virginia wiggles it above her head, laughing.

“Maybe you should give me something in return.”

“Like what?”

Virginia grins. “Like a kiss, perhaps?”

Logan rolls her eyes again, but she leans in and kisses Virginia gently, swiping her phone back when Virginia lowers her hand to cup her face. “Thank you for paying the toll, sweetheart.”

“You are ridiculous,” Logan says. It doesn’t stop her from gently kissing Virginia’s cheek before pushing the cart down the aisle again.

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

lo tide: What time did you want us to drop off the baked goods, Poppy?

soda poppy: if ur gonna b in the area, u can just drop them off at my house!

ace attorney irl: i made some of the shapes inappropriate but those ones r 4 u and jan

soda poppy: what did u make 4 the bake sale?

ace attorney irl: . . .

soda poppy: what did u make 4 the children, remus.

ace attorney irl: nothin’ too crazy! jan had some normal summer shapes - suns, flip flops, etc. etc. used those

soda poppy: :D thx remus!

ace attorney irl: made some fishies too! but the octopi are just for u an jan.

ace attorney irl: i . . . may have painted dicks on them

soda poppy: well at least u warned me right

*~*~*~*~*

“Did you get the right kind of popcorn?” Logan asks.

“If by ‘the right kind’ you mean ‘your favorite kind,’ then yes, I did,” Virginia says, coming into the living room with a large yellow bowl full of fluffy popcorn. “What are we watching tonight? It’s your turn to pick, isn’t it?”

“Gay fish,” Logan says.

Virginia sets the popcorn on the coffee table and blinks at her. “That is . . . quite the description of Finding Nemo, sweetheart.”

“Not Finding Nemo, Ginny. Luca. It’s new, and it’s not explicitly gay, but there is a very obvious queer reading. I thought we could watch it together.”

“Anything with you sounds wonderful.”

“Sap,” Logan mutters. She leans in to kiss Virginia’s cheek, but Virginia turns at the last moment and presses their lips together.

“Are you sure you want to watch a movie?” she says. “We could just make out instead, if you want.” She pushes gently on Logan’s stomach, guiding her to lay on her back on the couch. Virginia lays on top of her, gently sliding a hand to rest warm and heavy on her stomach. She leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Logan’s neck, and then her jaw, and then rubbing their noses together.

“Tonight is movie night,” Logan says. Virginia presses their mouths together, and Logan hums, gently pressing up into the kiss. “We should be watching a movie.”

“Are you sure?” Virginia says. “I think we should pursue this avenue a little further.”

Logan squirms a little. “I - I would not - um - no, thank you.”

Virginia’s eyes, which were hazing over with something, clear as she blinks. “Okay, sweetheart.” She leans back, sits up, pulls Logan into a sitting position. “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” she says. “I just - I am not in the mood for that tonight. If that is okay.”

“Of course it’s okay,” Virginia says. She holds out a hand, and Logan takes it. Virginia kisses the back of it before settling herself on the couch. “I am so proud of you for expressing a boundary and telling me you were uncomfortable. I know that expressing boundaries is something that we’re both working on, and you did a wonderful job. Tell me what you want, Lo. Please?”

“I would like a kiss,” Logan says. “Just one. And then I would like to cuddle, and - and I would like us to watch Luca together. Is that acceptable?”

Virgil nods. “Of course, love. Come here, hmmm?” Logan settles next to her, and Virginia gently cups her cheek and presses their mouths together. “I love you, Logan. So much. Of course we can watch Luca now.”

Virginia lays an arm along the top of the couch, allowing Logan to cuddle up against her and rest her head on her chest. “I love you,” Logan says softly.

“I love you too, sweetpea.”

*~*~*~*~*

Logan rolls over, yawning, and feels a small weight displace itself from her thighs. She blinks awake slowly, lifting her head and pushing her curtain of curls aside to reveal a black cat mewing at her grumpily before settling into a sushi roll beside her.

“Did I wake you? I am sorry, Galileo . . .”

Galileo settles against her, purring softly, while the ash-grey cat at the foot of the bed pads slowly up to curl on Virginia’s back. “That’s your favorite spot, isn’t it, Andromeda?” The cat emits a soft “mrrrp” before settling back down to sleep. Logan yawns, smiles, and gently strokes her hears. “What should we do, girls? Shall we stay awake and be productive members of society?”

Neither cat responds, and Logan looks at Virginia. She’s haloed in the morning light, eyes tightly shut, mouth hanging open, drool leaking into a puddle on the pillow. She snores a little - one, two, three snorts before settling back into a deep sleep.

“No,” Logan decides, “we shall not.” She lays back down, gently nudging Galileo a few inches over so that she can snuggle up to Virginia. Galileo stretches out, pressing a paw directly into Logan’s cheek. Logan shoves her, and she resettles onto Logan’s feet with an indignant noise.

“You can sleep by my face when you do not kick my face,” Logan mutters, curling into her love.

*~*~*~*~*

groupchat name: be gay do crime

soda poppy: r u all comin 2 the bake sale 2morrow?!

lo tide: I was under the impression that we were only providing the baked goods. Is it not for the students at the school?

soda poppy: we got waaaayyyy more stuff than we thought so we r havin a 2nd bakesale 2morrow 4 parents an stuff!

soda poppy: we r gonna need sum help with setup though . . .

lo tide: Poppy, please do not even -

soda poppy: 🥺🥺🥺 p l e a s e

lo tide: Poppy.

snesbian (snake lesbian): logan

lo tide: If I agree to stop and pick up coffee for everyone, will that motivate you all to turn out?

violets are blue rosie is me: i’m always a slut for free coffee

lo tide: I’m sorry, where did I say that this would be free?

violets are blue rosie is me: D:<

ace attorney irl: eh i’m down for it. where you swingin’ by?

soda poppy: there’s a panera p close 2 where the bake sale is!!! it’s gonna b at the morning girl’s basketball game

lo tide: Does anyone have any issues with Panera coffee?

violets are blue rosie is me: nah. large iced coffee, add three ounces of half and half, two pumps of sugar syrup, two pumps of vanilla, and caramel drizzle.

ace attorney irl: complicated bitch much?

violets are blue rosie is me: why must the cain instinct betray me like this

ace attorney irl: the cain instinct started when we stole each other’s genders in the womb

violets are blue rosie is me: this is true this is true but you’re still a bitch

ace attorney irl: large hazelnut coffee, two sugars, please

snesbian (snake lesbian): large dark roast, black

soda poppy: medium decaf coffee, two ounces of almond milk, and two pumps of sugar syrup!

gin(ny) and tonic: large caramel latte

lo tide: You . . . are going to ride in the car with me to pick up the coffee, we can order our own coffees. I do not need your order, love.

lo tide: But I appreciate the information <3 <3

*~*~*~*~*

“We come bearing gifts,” Virginia announces loudly. “And by gifts, I mean we bought a baker’s dozen of cinnamon crunch bagels for everybody.”

“Well, there are twelve cinnamon crunch bagels and one plain bagel, bagged separately, for me,” Logan corrects, expertly balancing two coffee trays with a bagel container. “Also, we made more brownies.”

Poppy looks up from where she’s instructing two high-schoolers on how to hang a sign properly and grins, waving brightly. Jan is leaning on the table, hand on her head, sipping at a water bottle.

“Vodka or whiskey?” Logan asks dryly, handing over Jan’s black coffee. Jan blinks at her, flips her off, and drains a long swig from her cup.

“Water. Partied a little too hard with Remy last night, and now I’m hungover as shit.”

“We suspected as much, which is why we brought you an extra coffee.”

“Lifesaver,” Jan says, knocking back another long drag of coffee before taking a sip of her water bottle. (Logan suspects the bottle is actually Poppy’s, due to the sun-shiney stickers plastered all over it.) “You and Poppy both. But if you tell anyone that, I’ll gut you like a fish."

“No, you won’t,” Logan says, turning to hand Rosie and Remus their respective drinks. “You never do.”

Jan flips her off, but Virginia comes up behind her and leans her forehead against her shoulder. Logan turns, kissing her forehead, and smiles.

Life is good today, she thinks. Life is good.

(screen names!

virgin -> gin(ny) and tonic; ginny <3 = virginia (virgil)

lo tide = logan

snesbian (snake lesbian) = jan (janus)

soda poppy = poppy (patton)

ace attorney irl = remus

violets are blue rosie is me = rosie (roman) (thanks to @rosesisupposes for letting me borrow your screen name for this!)

#starshinewrites #fem!analogical au #analogical #moceit #trans creativitwins #ftm!trans remus #mtf!trans roman #it's just soft domestic lesbian analogical fluff #that's it that's the fic

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Logan, walking into Janus’ room: Okay, so since you’re two stories above the kitchen, I thought it would be easier to come up and tell you Virgil is cooking and dinner would be in a half an hour instead of letting you figure it out on your own and what are you doing?

Janus, mid-putting makeup on, wearing a yellow sundress: You can’t tell anyone!

Logan: What makes you think I would? Also, here, the eyeliner is a teensy bit crooked, let me help so you look perfect for dinner.

Janus: I was going to take it off before dinner. I don’t want to look stupid. Everyone will treat me different.

Logan: You look beautiful, Janus. And you watch Roman wearing makeup and dresses every other day and we don’t treat Roman any different.

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #trans deceit #trans janus #genderfluid roman #logan sanders #deceit sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #incorrect sanders sides quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #aka my missing 8pm post #mtf trans #tw food mention

[roman-eats-glitter]

I just came out to the first teacher ever and I'm now FUCKING SHAKING so I decided yall need to write more of trans sides coming out. (To eachother or anyone else)

(I'm writing it assuming they're trans ftm because I am myself, but mtf sides r also rlly cool)

Have Roman coming out impulsively, probably when someone insults him using a feminine term and he instinctively corrects them

Have Virgil waiting years to do it and shaking when he does it even though they're supportive, have him do it over text or sending memes because he's too scared to do it face to face

Give me patton sitting the others down and having a nice conversation about what they think about trans ppl before being like "Well that's me" then he thanks them all 100000 times for accepting him (or have him bake a cake to come out)

Give me Janus who just goes "Oh I'm *totally* a girl" until someone gets it and finds out he WAS actually lying and them all being stupid asf and thinking he was just stating the obvious

Give me Remus who bonks someone on the head with his mace the first time he gets misgendered after he figures it out himself, then when asked why, he says he's trans and will do that to anyone who misgenders him from this point onward

Give me trans Logan who didn't like how he felt at first but after doing some research and finding out being trans isn't a bad thing, tells them all really awkwardly and they are kinda shocked but support him anyway

Incase you were curious: it went great, he asked me what name I went by and said that even though he only teaches me once a week he wants to get it right and at the end he was like "Logan, he/him. Right got it" AND I BURST OUT INTO TEARS ONCE I WALKED OUT THE CLASS

#trans #trans sides #transgender #ts roman #ts logan #ts virgil #ts janus #ts remus #ts patton #thomas sanders #headcanon #coming out #mtf #ftm #nonbinary

[sophieisapoet]

roman history is just petty gossip for boys who dont know that theyre girls

#its me #im boys #historia civilis #shitpost #history #roman history #transgender #trans #mtf #trans mtf #transfemme

[local-space-case]

did anyone else try and cure their render dysphoria by trying their hardest to look like their AGAB? just me?

#reblog #non binary #trans validation #ftm transguy #mtf hrt #trans girl #trans questioning #gender dsyphoria #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #trans visibility #lgbt questions #help a homie out

[ravenhilarious]

Trans Creativitwins

sort of inspired by this post by @princeymust-slay (maybe not that much but it sparked the idea so I have to give her some credit)

trans Creativitwins, just like it says in the title

and Roman is super dysphoric, wanting to rip off their skin when it gets really bad, flinching every time someone misgenders them, crying with joy when they passed for the first time, you know the deal

but Remus does not have dysphoria at all, is like a stereotypical “trender” if you will, doesn’t care when people use wrong pronouns, proudly talks about their “boy pussy/titties” or “girl dick”, every transmed’s nightmare

#sanders sides #creativitwins #roman sanders #remus sanders #trans creativitwins #trans roman #trans remus #ftm roman #ftm remus #mtf roman #mtf remus #could be both #tw dysphoria #swearing #genitals mention #body horror mention #transmed mention #tw misgendering #let me know if I forgot any #also despite being trans my dysphoria isn't that bad #so I apologize if I represented it wrong

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Roman dad thing, what about Violet!^^-☔️

Yess!!!!!

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #trans virgil #mtf virgil #violet sanders