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sharkboywrites · 5 months

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"You're Just a Boy, You Are No Man, And Nobody You Know Will Understand"

Twst staff finding out stealth ftm reader is trans (platonic)

Reader is a trans man and implied to pass, misgendering, mentions of dysphoria and periods

A/N: Back with a part two to this post after the poll came out mostly positive. I really love the staff taking on a parental role to Yuu/player, its just so sweet.

Dire Crowley

Getting teleported to twisted Wonderland was a very difficult experience, and of first the first person you met, and the one causing most of the problems for you, was Crowley. As the headmage of the school, he had to do something with you and generally take care of you. it was only a matter of time before you had to tell him the truth.

This doesn't mean you avoided the inevitable conversation as much you could. You were able to go a few weeks without running into an issue, that being the dreadful natural process that comes once every month.

While you could run to Sam, there was the small issue of the right clothes to wear, after all boxers won't really cut it in this situation, so unfortunately you had to go to Crowley for the right things to wear.

It was definitely an uncomfortable situation , sitting in Crowley's office, having to explain the situation to him. He was also, clearly, made a bit uncomfortable by the situation, but as headmage of the school, it was his job to provide you with what you needed.

you could already sense that dreaded feeling coming in the back of your throat as you explained. You really didn't want to cry in front of him, it was embarrassing, but there was really nothing you could do to stop it. In all honesty, Crowley doesn't know how to react in this situation, he's not really good with comforting and all that, so he isn't sure what to do once you get up and leave once the conversation, tears threatening to pour from your eyes.

You do find the next day, however, the clothes you requested, although you're decently sure he made a guess on the sizing, and a small chocolate bar. A small note sat with the items, reading "You've been excused of all chores for this week, take the break you need". Truly a bird dad at heart, even when he's not good with the talking part.

Divus Crewel

While Crewel can be seen as, well, cruel, he's taken a liking to you as you've made your way into Night Raven College. Now obviously he hadn't thought much of Crowley, knowing he did the bare minimum keeping you at the school, but he didn't expect this.

Other than your school uniform and the clothes you showed up in, you really didn't have anything else to wear, and he was not having it. Of course once he found out he dragged you to the nearest clothing store. Caught up in his anger and disappointment with Crowley, he didn't see how nervous you actually were about getting new clothes.

It wasn't until you had to make decisions did he pick up on your hesitation. he was a bit pushy with trying to get you to pick out things, but it wasn't until it came to trying thing on he realized just why you were so hesitant about this whole thing. It really all had clicked the moment you had to actually try things on, but he had reassured you that everything was fine and took a different approach.

He started to prioritize clothes that would make you feel comfortable over the ones he thought looked fashionable, although don't doubt for a second fashion won't still be considered.

Once you're all done you've got a new wardrobe and Crewel understands you a lot better. After this there's very clear favoritism once in the classroom now, which Ace will complain about until the day he dies. But that's alright, it's worth it to put with the complaining now that Crewel's you're new dad figure who's willing to do anything to make you feel comfortable with the other boys

Mozus Trein

Out of all the staff at Night Raven College, professor Trein is the most of a dad, quite literally, after all he had three daughters. Because of this, he can pick up on those small things that make you different from the other male students at Night Raven College. While he had his assumptions, he never outright said anything. He decided it was none of his business, and that if you wanted him to know, you would come to him instead.

it was during one of his classes that he noticed you seemed really uncomfortable. Not just uncomfortable physically, but mentally. It looked like you were ready to burst into tears with one wrong move. When class ended, he told you to stay after.

In that moment it felt like everything had gotten so much worse. Had you messed up? Were you in trouble? That's really not something you could handle right now. but to your surprise, he asked if you were alright instead.

You couldn't help when you started to cry a bit at that moment, although you did your best to hold back as much of it as you could. this caught him off guard, he didn't want you to cry. After reassuring you that it was alright, you explained to him what was going on. You told him how you were trans, how you were trying so hard to hide it, and how dysphoria had really been eating away at you ever since you got there.

Fortunately, when raising his own daughters Trein had to comfort them plenty, so he was able to calm you down enough to once again reassure you that everything would be alright. He told you that if you had any issues, to come to him and that he wouldn't tell anyone if you didn't want to. if you wanted the rest of staff to know, he'd help you slowly come out.

After that, he's very attentive to you in class, always making sure you seem alright. He really just wans you to be okay, even if he doesn't know that much about being queer. he starts to see you as one of his kids, and he wants to protect and help you in any way he can.

Ashton Vargas

Out of all the teachers you weren't very exited to learn about your identity, it was Vargas. He's like the average intimidating man that you're not sure if you want him to know you're queer. his reaction would either be super supportive, or he'd be the most transphobic person you'd ever met. teaching gym, it was inevitable that he would eventually find out you were trans.

When it came to locker rooms, it was really a challenge. there was no way you could change with the rest of the guys, they'd figure it out in seconds, and no you can't get out of changing for gym. So you had to go to Vargas to ask if there was somewhere else you would be able to change. Of course, he made you explain. it wasn't in a mean way, but he wants to push every student to being the best version of themselves, and being too scared to change in a locker room was not going to help that, a least according to him.

So, you had to tell him. You explained to him that you were trans and not only were you not comfortable changing with the rest of the boys, it would be unsafe for you if in the room with the wrong person. he's very taken aback by this. he probably isn't the type of teacher to think about students being queer, not in a homophobic way, just not something he generally thought about. So he offered to let you use one of the bathrooms nearby, as long as you didn't tell anybody about it.

This does not mean, however, that he'll suddenly go easy on you. you're still expected to do the same exercises as the rest of the boys. you are a boy and therefore will be pushed just as hard as the rest of them. Sorry, no getting out of that one. Vargas doesn't really see you any differently. You're still one of his students and need to be pushed to your limits, no matter how much you may dislike it. In fact, this makes him even harder on you. he's strict about making sure you don't exercise in a binder and gives you work outs that would make you more physically masculine.

So congratulations, you're given even more work than all the other students, but it's in good intentions from Vargas.

Sam

In the end, it was inevitable that you would also have to go to Sam at some point. I mean those period products aren't gonna buy themselves. Even though it wasn't really an ideal situation, Sam seemed like the person who'd you'd rather come out to than everyone else.

He's a bit odd, but he doesn't seem like the type to be judgmental, although he might bug you a little bit about it, not in a mean way though, the way he does to everybody. He's a bit of a sassy guy and that isn't going to stop for you.

When you first ask if he has anything that could help, he simply laughs. yes, it's an odd request that he wasn't expecting, but of course he has some. In fact, he even has enough for you to pick out a preferred size of whatever it was that you wanted.

he doesn't tell anyone if you don't want him to, although when you show up, with friends or not, he'll make a few sly jokes about it. Not enough to out you, just enough to let you know that he knows, and it doesn't bother him at all.

this took me a lot longer than I thought I would, probably because I kept goofing off and getting on my phone instead of writing. I feel like Sam's part is really short but at this point I'm pretty tired and need a hot chocolate lol. ty for reading and have a nice day <3

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apocalypseyoshia · 5 months

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I’m on my period so here’s some Olrox comforting trans male reader (I also wrote this for a friend of mine who is ✨suffering with me!✨)

Olrox x trans male reader comfort 🏳️‍⚧️

Genderless blogs female she/ her using people don’t interact this is only for trans ftm people and please understand I will be blocking any blogs

You woke up feeling sick? No not sick just unwell, you grabbed your stomach, it hurt really badly. slowly you get out of bed being very careful to not wake up olrox, and went to the bathroom hoping that bad feeling was not what you think it was.

“Oh fuck me” you felt like you wanted to cry as you looked at the blood soaked underwear, ‘gods why’ it felt like the gods just where not on your side this week, as you slowly took off the underwear and grabbed a pad than you froze, how were you going to get clean underwear without waking up orlox, you looked down at the pad in your hand as tears pooled in your eyes.

“I hate this” you managed to get underwear and put the pad on, and it was annoying it felt like a constant reminder. The more you had to wear it the more irritable you were

“Morning love, I don’t see you in bed is everything alright?” olrox asked it was an innocent enough question but you couldn’t help but snap “I’m fine, leave me alone.” olrox raised an eyebrow but didn’t fight back, as you grabbed some coffee and left to go back to bed

You didn’t want to admit it but you felt bad for snapping at olrox, he didn’t do anything wrong he barely said anything but you felt angry, angry that you’re body was betraying you, angry that everything hurts, angry that you had to deal with this pathetic excuse of a body

“Hay darling, I got you something.” He slowly put down a cup of tea next to the almost untouched cup of coffee “I know you’re not feeling the best right now, but would you let me look after you?” He rubbed the side of your arm with your back facing him, at his words you start shaking and crying

“Baby?” you turn to look at him “i'm so sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you its just” you tried to calm yourself down it wasnt working, Olrox gently grabbed the sides of your face

“Take your time and breath” your hands trailed his arms, as you held on to him and tried to steady your breathing as he wiped away your tears

“You okay now Or do you need a minute?” you look at him “im fine” “okay can you tell me why you're sad?” you kept quiet then in a low voice you answer him “i'm on my period” “oh, would you like me to stay with you in bed?” you nod, Olrox smiled, and you scoot to make room for him in bed, he got in and wrapped his arms around you, you buried your head in his chest.

He started humming and playing with your hair “you’re such a strong man, if it was me I would completely crumble” “no you wouldn’t” you said not believing a word he said

He looks at you “Tender breasts, Bloating, low blood Pressure, Muscle aches, Joint pain, Headaches, Acne, Abdominal cramps, Muscle cramps and indigestion, i wouldn’t last a day with those symptoms you last a week” he kisses the top of your head “most men can’t even deal with indignation for a week, so when you add every else on top of it it seems impossible but you do it on a monthly basis” he says as you hug him tighter, you knew he only wanted to help but listening to him talk about it just made you feel worse “Olrox, stop i know you’re trying to make me feel better but, my period just always has to remind me of its existence, it’s like it’s taunting me, telling me that no matter what I do and no matter how much I think or feel it I will never be a man fully”

olrox stoped and looked at you, he wanted to say something but he didn’t want to interrupt you.

“What happened I can’t get out get out of bed whatsoever and I’ll be angry at nothing for no reason for such a long time that it overwhelms me it all feels like to much like for this week and only this week I’m in the wrong body, a weak weird one it makes me feel wrong”

He knows he could take all of those feelings away but he would help anyway he could, he got up slightly and picked up the still warm tea “here I can’t take away those bad thoughts but I could sooth the person who has them” he says while looking at you, you got up and leaned against his chest, he brought the cup of tea to your lips as you took a sip “fruit?” You asked taking another sip “I had some got some in case you bad a bad day” you mumbled a thank you and continue to drink

After the tea was done Olrox went and put the dirty cup in the sink and start boiling some water he got a water bag a gently start to pour the hot water into it filling it it was to hot to the touch so he put a wool cover so it wouldn’t burn you, He picked up your favorite fluffy blanket and grabbed the book you where reading

He came back blanket water bag and book in hand he put the water bag on your stomach rolled you with a blanket sat next to you on the bed wrapping you both loosely with the extra blanket you rested your head on his lap and he began reading out loud while playing with your hair

You where getting drowsy and Olrox could tell he stopped playing with your hair after he noticed your eyes closing, he laid down next to you in bed and gave you a kiss on the lips, you brought your head to his shoulder and right about when you where going to fall asleep you head “I love you, my strong boy”

you smiled realizing that it didn’t matter if you didn’t have a man’s body you where just as much a man as anyone else, the man you love made it clear that he loves you no matter what and that was all you needed

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jaquik · 7 months

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Hi, I'm writing some Ranma 1/2 fanfiction

I suppose I might as well put this here too.

Hello, my name is Jaqui. I'm a transwoman and I'm a fan of Ranma 1/2 (I suppose that's redundant). I first read fanfiction for Ranma in the early 2000s while I was still firmly an egg. Then, in May 2020, a couple of years after I came out, I got back into it thanks to AO3. I devoured as many fics as I could and started to meet people on twitter and discord that were also into Ranma. Eventually, in early 2021, I finally decided to take a shot at writing my own fics. Now I find myself currently at 10 stories and counting. If you are interested, you can find my fics on AO3.

I also have commissioned several pieces of artwork for my fics, done by the fantastic writer and artist Fern Bedek, some of which are included below. You can find more of her work and commission her for you own stuff at https://beedokart.tumblr.com/

Finding Oneself (https://archiveofourown.org/works/29627430)

Akane is feeling down after the failed wedding, so Ranma (who is currently figuring things out about herself) offers to take her on a girls day out.

My very first fic, a post-canon story inspired by the common yuri staple of the two girls spending the day together on a definitely not date. While trying to figure out how to set up Ranma making the suggestion in the first place, I ended up breaking her egg wide open in the first chapter. Not much of a slow burn there. I still think I did well with the story and am glad my first attempt at writing my own thing was positively received.

Mothers and Daughters (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3412471)

What if Nodoka had some additional information before her first visit to the Tendo household? And what other secrets may she be hiding?

My first attempt at an AU. Basically, I wanted to try my own alternate take at Nodoka's first meeting where she realizes who Ranma is right away and is also completely accepting of her child. While working out the details for why she knew, I came up with a twist that seemed to throw everyone by surprise and let me take some interesting directions with Nodoka's past.

Genderfluid Mechanics (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3285123)

Taking things from the top with an extra twist: What if the youngest Tendo had a little something extra in common with Ranma.

Another AU, this time with Ranma and Akane's first meeting. I decided to explore what it would be like if both of them were actually genderfluid. Also my first time writing a story purely from one person's point of view.

A Butterfly's Wing (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38048443)

Ranma is given a chance to change one event from his past, and now is left wondering what the change actually was. As well as what surprise is in store for her next.

This time, I went a little further with the AU concept by having the character know they are in an alternate universe. This is my own stab at the 'character makes a wish and now things are different' subgenre. This has given me a chance to explore a bit of mystery writing, seeing what hints to give to guide readers as to what actually happened in this alternate universe.

An Honorable Lie (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42611670)

Shortly after her first meeting at the Tendo house, Nodoka has a realization about the girl named Ranko. Now she is ready to reunite with her child …as soon as she can figure out how to honorably deal with the contract hanging over both their heads.

Artwork done by the amazing Mariana Nicoleli

Another retake on Nodoka's first meeting. This time, she realizes who Ranko is a little later after already revealing the whole contract thing. While she's accepting of her trans daughter (as far as she knows), she feels she cannot reveal it out of fear that she would have to enforce that contract. This one is from Nodoka's POV and it's been fun trying to gauge her thought processes.

Musabetsu Kakutō Ryū Tenka'ichi Budōkai (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43678938)

Roshi ends up with a new student along with Goku and Kuririn. How will this strange gender switching martial artist affect things at the upcoming tournament?

First stab at a crossover, this one with Dragonball. A difficult thing with mixing these franchises is how to deal with power gaps. My solution was to go back to the beginning, as in the 21st tournament. At this point Goku, while very strong, was still quite beatable by regular humans. This also gave me the chance to play around some more with gender (Anyone order an agender Goku? Cause you're getting one).

Secrets and Truths (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43993947)

Akane has a secret meeting with a certain rival. Where they can openly discuss things that they cannot divulge to anyone else.

A chance to play around with Kodachi a bit, along with having her interact with Akane. I couldn't help but notice they shared a blind spot around not noticing someone's curse, albeit a different person each, so I decided to make a little twist on it.

Cute As A Pig (https://archiveofourown.org/works/45134467)

Akane makes a comment that Ranma does not take well. Will a certain sumo pig raising farm girl be able to clear everything up?

Inspired by this lovely art piece (https://www.tumblr.com/ylvasart/708079407910223872), I decided to explore what would happen if Akane and Akari were girlfriends before Ranma showed up, and what would happen to Ranma because of this. Being me, it naturally ended up very trans and lesbian.

The Wild Wind And The Scarlet Sea (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48352432)

What exactly did happen in the pasts of Haruka and Michiru? And how are those pasts connected to a certain pigtailed martial artist and their tomboy fiancée? A lot more than you might think it turns out.

Another crossover and my first attempt at a fuku fic. For this one, I set about making Ranma as Sailor Uranus, something I haven't really seen done before, which is very odd to me. Uranus is described as being both a man and a woman and Ranma and Uranus both utilize wind based attacks. So, this is my stab at writing it.

Dear Diary (https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489872)

A secret, hidden away diary, containing a single entry, written by a girl who no longer exists.

Based on the probably most well-known anime episode Am I Pretty, this was a chance for me to play around with formatting by trying to match the style of a teenage girl writing things down in a physical diary to a digital page.

So, if any of these stories have managed to pique your interest, please check them out and I hope you enjoy them.

#ranma 1/2 #ranma fanfiction #ranma x akane #trans fanfic #fanfiction

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neppys-hub · 1 month

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"I suppose I didn't know who I was before all this happened," Ali admitted. "Not really."

"What do you mean?" Karlach asked softly.

"Whatever life I led before the nautiloid- The life that led to this- these urges-" Ali sighed with mild frustration. "I was already a broken person. A killer. Maybe I was insane."

Karlach opened her mouth, quickly as if to argue, but then thought better of it.

"What about now?" She asked instead. Her warm hand gently moved to Ali's knee.

"I am what I was meant to be- I think. I hope."

The tiefling watched expectantly. Ali smiled barely.

"I know," Ali added quietly.

"And who were you always meant to be?" Karlach prodded with that caring tone of hers- The same protective aura radiating from her now as it had when the two had first met.

"My name is Sol," Sol said. She smiled wider. "And I might still have issues- But I'm happy."

"I might not have known your true name, Sol," Karlach whispered, leaning in close. "But I know you. And I'm so glad you've found your happiness."

The tiefling, looming over the human, leaned forward. Sol's eyes closed eagerly as the two shared a tender kiss under the moonlight.

Yes, Sol thought. I am happy.

Just a little thing that came to mind before bed so I wrote it 💙🏳️‍⚧️

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Prologue: Twisting the Knife [MDKT2023 Day 7 what happens in x stays in x] Walk Away Series A Silva x transmasc Reader fic A Strange way of Life

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Please heed these warnings and the warnings put in place on each individual fic and chapter. Your reading and consumption of my work is your responsibility but I will endeavour to mitigate any discomfort for you, the reader, as possible. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact. Specific Warnings: body dysphoria, breast binding, self harm(maybe?), alcohol abuse, self-hatred, self-depreciating thoughts, trauma, trans trauma, mentions of being pregnant/child-bearing, pigs? Let me know if I missed anything

1177 words. Twisting the Knife

You’re drunk. Too fucking drunk to be safe. The binding wraps on your chest have been on too long and you know your chest is going to suffer for it tomorrow. You should go back to your room, sleep off the whiskey and regret. But you don’t, when have you ever been sensible in your life?

If you made the habit of being sensible, you’d be knocked up with a fifth or sixth kid, waiting hand and foot on a man you despise, as you pretended to be the good wife. Pretended to be something you aren’t. Something you never were, nor ever want to be.

“Hey there handsome, you drinking alone tonight?” A husky, accented voice draws your eyes up from the depths of the amber liquor in your glass. Your head swims as you take in the scruffy man before you, his large hand gripping the empty seat next to you.

He’s broad, his flannel shirt straining to contain his rippling muscles as he leans over to size you up. His salt and pepper hair is somehow dishevelled and graceful at the same time. His eyes are warm chocolate pools of compassion and the patchy facial hair smattered across his jaw makes you want to know what it feels like on your skin.

“Handsome, that’s a funny joke man, move along.” You grunt, your voice coaching somehow still keeping up as you’re wasted, the affected masculine edge holding up as you try and push the handsome stranger away.

“Modesty ain’t a flattering colour on you,” The stranger chuckles as he sits next to you, “What’s your story?”

“Seriously,” You grunt as you pick up your hat and replace it on your cropped brow. You wobble as you stand and give the handsome stranger a stern look, “Leave me the fuck alone.”

You snatch the cheap bottle of whiskey up from the table and stumble out of the saloon. You don’t know where you’re going, but you’re running away. As always. Always running from the hand you’ve been dealt.

Distorted imeages of drunkards, whores, and other wayward souls such as yourself fill your mind as you find a suitable alley to piss in. You unbuckle your belt and take one last cursory look around to check that no-one else is around. As soon as you’re sure the coast is clear you squat down and piss. You finish up with a grunt as you lean back against the wooden structure behind you.

The night is cool, Fall is fast approaching and you’re running out of reasons to keep going for yet another cold, lonely Winter. You swig from your whiskey bottle and weep to yourself as you let the pain wash over you. The self-hatred, the refusal to let anyone in.

Would it have been so bad to suck that strangers dick? Make him feel good just so you could proxy some pleasure through him?

Your whole body aches, from far within the cavernous depths of your chest, to the backs of your tired eyes. You just want it to stop, the hatred, the fear, the anguish that every breath rips from your mouth.

You stumble about for some time before you fall into a hole of your own self-hatred.

Self-hatred, it turns out, smells like a pigsty.

~*~

You wake with a dry mouth, tasting cheap liquor on your tongue as your head pounds incessantly, like you’ve been kicked in the head by a horse. You slowly open your eyes, grateful for the storm raging outside as your eyes adjust to the low lamplight of your room above the saloon. You look down to see your clothes from the night before still clinging to you body. You try to remember how you got here, the last thing you remember was the grunting of pigs as their soft snouts roamed over your body.

A soft snort from the corner of the room startles you and you look over to see the older man from the saloon, snoring away in the threadbare armchair near the door. You curse yourself silently as you pull the wool blanket up to your chin.

Has he looked? Does he know?

You ask yourself as you gently feel over your aching chest, your bindings are still in place and your long johns are still covering the rest of your body. You take a steady breath and try to formulate a plan, but your head throbs and you need water.

“So, you’re awake.”

The sultry drawl of the older cowboy catches your attention as he gives you a soft smile.

“Stubborn bastard, I told you to leave me alone.” You spit, fuming impotently as you don’t want to get out of the bed, for fear of him discovering your shame.

“Then I found you in a pigsty, you were making quite fast friends with the hogs too.”

“Fuck, I didn’t ask for your help, why’d you even bother?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose as your voice cracks, the feminine lilt making you want to vomit more than your hangover.

“Because I know that look,” He says as he gets up from the chair with a grunt, a sharp series of pops emanating from his spine as he goes, “I know the pain simmering under thew surface of your tough guy act.”

“You don’t know shit old man,” You hiss as he sits at the edge of your bed, a meaty paw resting on your shin as you flinch away from him, “Get the fuck out of my room.”

There’s a pain behind the stranger’s eyes, something deep and familiar that you don’t want to confront. He smiles softly at you as he nods slowly. You yearn for his touch, for if it were even a pale shadow of his kind voice, you know you’d never let him go.

But people like you don’t deserve kindness, love. You’re a broken doll, useless

“Alright, I’m not so much of a masochist to keep listenin’ to your abuse, but if you ever change your mind, I’ve got a ranch out west, just shy of a day’s ride, if you want the details ask Manuel at the bar.”

“Whatever.” You grunt as you roll over onto your side, staring at the peeling floral wallpaper with venom enough to kill a horse.

“See you around, guapo.”

The moment the door shuts behind him you launch out of bed to secure the lock and prop a chair against the handle. You strip with fervour as your chest aches and your ribs whine in protest against the binding.

You sob to yourself as your breasts spill free, traitorous globes of tissue and fat that make you sick to behold. You throw on a clean flannel to cover your shameful body before crawling back into bed, cocooning yourself with wool blankets and the loose shirt.

Your body shakes as you weep into the abyss, you long to have been stronger, to have welcomed the kind stranger into your bed. But, as always, you flee.

Because it’s all you know how.

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optiwashere · 5 months

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Anotheropti Fanfiction Masterpost

Heya! Hope you're doing well.

You can call me opti, and I write a lot of fanfiction. You can find almost everything I write on my AO3 profile. It's all Baldur's Gate 3 right now, and nearly all of it is femslash. Most with a focus on trans women. I want to see more people like me in fic! 💜

I primarily write Shadowheart/OC works with my Tav, Asheera.

I do write other ships, but I have a clear bias for my beloved trans fem half-orc paladin.

Where to start?

Light Casts a Shadow is the "core" series for my Shadowheart/Asheera fics. I've got way more than these for my babies, but those are where I suggest you begin!

Nightsongs is my currently ongoing modern/band AU where Shadowheart is in a metal band with a humanized Shar. Features a modern version of Asheera.

Blades in the Night is another longfic I'm working on, though it's updating even slower than Nightsongs. It covers the immediate aftermath of BG3 as Shadowheart and Asheera deal with a group of Sharran assassins and eventually find their happily ever after.

Scenes from a Memory is a one-shot collection AU following a loose in-game timeline with a focus on Shadowheart as a trans woman. Features a different OC than Asheera. I don't update it super frequently or on any schedule!

My series page collects a wide variety of different fics from events like Kinktober and Femslash February as well as ficlet collections and ship-centric series!

Tags on tumblr I use for fic-related things:

anotheropti prompt fics which I use for Tumblr ask games! I'll gradually put these fics in this series on AO3.

oc: asheera for all sorts of asks folks send me about Asheera! Learn more about her if you like her :)

nightsongs au for stuff about my modern/band AU.

asheera replay posts is where I post a little Let's Play of a very quick replay through BG3 with some screenshots and commentary about Asheera's characterization.

art of asheera where I post/reblog others' beautiful renditions of Asheera 💜

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #shadowheart #bg3 shadowheart #shadowheart x tav #shadowtav #asheera x shadowheart #oc: asheera #fanfiction #my fic #kinktober #trans fanfic #femslash #fuck yeah I'm gonna tag this with all the tags we embrace ourselves with loving arms here #now seems as good a time as any to make one of these eh?

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nerdblob · 1 year

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books/media: this character was one of the manliest men-

me: that is a trans fem if ive ever seen one

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moiravim · 6 months

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Roughen Up Part 5: Girl's Dormitories

Roughen Up Masterlist

Regulus Black

Tonight was a lot. I into the common room. People are still partying, but thankfully I had missed the climax. I make my way past everyone and to the staircase going to the girls dormitory.

I start to climb the staircase when the steps turn, making a slide, causing me to fall down.

A few Slytherins give me weird looks, but my focus stays on the staircase. What just happened?

I carefully put my foot back on the step and it happens again. This is what happens when the boys try going to the girl's dormitories.

It shouldn't be happening to me. All my things are up there. My books, my clothes, everything I care about is up there.

How does the staircase even know? I really wish Dorcas was here. She'd know what to do, and if not, she could at least get me my stuff.

I was going to wait for her, but then I saw someone I recognized walking down the staircase.

I think her name is Marlene. She's a Gryffindor who's friends with my brother. Not only that, but she's wearing Dorcas' sweater. I decide not to question if they're together.

"Hey, Marlene, right? Do you know where Dorcas is?", I ask. She looks at me confused. "Um, yeah... She's in her dorm", she responds, confused.

"Could you please go get her for me? It's urgent". Marlene looks at me like I'm not speaking English. There is a long, akward silence and I get ready to repeat myself when Marlene shrugs, nods, then walks back up the stairs.

I know I should be upset to get to my room, but it sort of makes me happy. It makes me feel like I'm a real boy.

I think I'll come out as trans to Dorcas when she gets here. She doesn't seem all that straight herself.

Finally, Dorcas comes around the corner and walks down the staircase. She looks pissed.

"Why didn't you just come up to our dorm?", she asks. I wait for her to finish going down the stairs for me to take a step forwards.

The staircase changes again, making me loose my balance.

Barty Crouch jr

My best friend is Evan Rosier. We've known each other for what feels like forever, but in reality has been quite short.

To be honest, I knew I liked him since the day I saw him. We met during the sorting ceremony, and we haven't really separated since.

He's the only person who makes me feel happy and normal.

I wish I could just surround myself with Evans and never see anyone else ever again.

Everyone else acts like I'm crazy. Maybe I am crazy. But Evan makes me feel sane.

I hear a light knock on the door before it opens. It's Evan and his twin sister, Pandora.

Pandora is nice, but she's pretty weird. At the same time, she's probably the most supportive person I know.

She knows Evan and I are together. She's so sweet about it. If my father found out he'd kill Evan and then me. And possibly all and any witnesses.

Some may call Evan and I 'puppy love', but in my opinion we're meant for eachother. I have a feeling whatever this is, it's going to last.

"Hey, Barty. What are you up to?", Evan asks. I'm thinking about him, that's what I'm doing. "Nothing. What about you?"

He shrugs. "Panda and I were just walking around campus. Did you know how many Hogwarts secrets there are? We keep finding passageways".

Evan is a very active person. He could run all around the school for days. Sometimes I'm like that too, but most of the time I don't want to do anything.

"I'm gonna go sit in the common room", Pandora says as she walks out of the dorm. "Ok! Be careful! Technically your not supposed to be in here", Evan responds. He's right. She's a Ravenclaw in the Slytherin common room. But no one really seems to care about those rules.

Evan jumps onto my bed, collapsing next to me.

Pandora Rosier

I go down the staircase from the boys dormitories. That's when I see her. The girl I met in the library. She's talking to another Slytherin. They both seem upset.

"Hey, is everything okay over here...?", I ask.

"Who are you?", the slytherin girl asks. "Oh! My name is Pandora. Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude".

"Regulus, do you know her?", I hear the girl whisper. Regulus? Is that a nickname? It's a bit strange. 'Regulus' nods.

"Pandora, this is Dorcas. My roommate. Or... Ex roomate", she explains. What does she mean ex roommate? "He can't go up the staircase to our dorms. It won't let him", says Dorcas.

'Him'. Regulus must not be a girl. I guess I should have asked him for his pronouns when we first met.

"What are your pronouns?", I asked him. He responds immediately; "he/him... I just came out. I don't know what to do, I can't get to my dorm and it's getting late".

He just seems so stressed, all I want to do is help him.

So I do.

"My brother has a dorm you can sleep in. There's two extra beds, he'd be selfish to refuse you", I say.

Regulus smiles and nods. I'm happy I could help him. "If you ever need any help transitioning or anything, I'm here. Okay?", I add.

Regulus nods again. "Yeah. Actually, could you help me cut my hair? I'm too scared to do it myself, but I think it would help a lot...", he asks.

I smile at him. "Oh course. Dorcas, would you like to come with?", I question. She shakes her head, "no. I have potions work to do... Sorry".

"It's okay. Don't worry. Come on, Regulus"

I grabbed regulus's hand and guide him to the nearest bathroom. I find a pair of scissors on the way there, and I grab them.

"So...what are we thinking here?", I ask. Regulus shrugs. "I don't know. I just want it shorter...", he says. I nod.

This must be very overwhelming for him. I start cutting small pieces off, making my way up. I stopped once it's a little above his shoulder. "How about this?"

He looks in the mirror and smiles. "Maybe a little shorter?", He asks. "Of course. One moment..." I say, carefully cutting off more pieces. I put more layers in his hair, and put the scissors down when I'm satisfied.

"It's perfect. Thank you Pandora...", He thanks as he looks at himself in the mirror. He finally looks satisfied with his own appearance.

"Your welcome. Now, it's time to go to bed. Come on, I'll take you to my brother, Evan's room".

We walk back to the common room and up to the boys dormitories. He looks nervous, but I send him reassuring smiles. I then knock on Barty and Evan's door.

"Come in!", I hear Evan shout. I open the door. "I brought you guys a roommate! Also, you can't say no. He doesn't have a dorm to go to", I explain.

Evans sighs, but nods. "Yeah, okay. That's fine"

Regular sense me a nervous look, so I take him and guide him to the nearest empty bed. "Get ready for bed, Regulus. I'll help you bring your things here tomorrow. Sounds good?"

I wait for his response. "Sounds good", he lets out an exhausted sigh.

"Barty, Evan... Thanks a lot", I say before walking out.

A/N: I don't really like how people make it seem you need to cut your hair to be trans. You can be trans FTM with long hair, or the other way around. I just wanted Regulus to cut his hair because it makes sense for Regulus. You can most definitely be trans FTM with feminine features. Sorry if I offended anyone with this part.

@jegulusposts @thestarslittleking @doingyourmom069

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uselessmicrowave · 1 year

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Blitzwing + comfort sex? afab trans masc reader? maybe a ‘good puppy’ in there

“Good boy.” Blitzwing runs his servo up your body, from your thighs to just below your chest. “Good puppy, doing very well.” Icy avoids touching your chest, afraid it’d make you uncomfortable. Instead, he pushes his spike into you, just a little farther while cupping your face.

You smile and look up at him. For a moment, dysphoria melts away from your body, and it’s just you and Blitzwing. No distractions or negative thoughts to pry you away from this.

“Thank you, Blitzwing.”

“What? No.” His faceplates spin, you’re faced with a glowing red visor. “No thanking me. This is about you, handsome.” He emphasizes his statement by giving you a kiss on the forehead. You chuckle at his silly maniorisms. You don’t need to be coddled, well, maybe you don’t need to be. Blitzwing thinks you do need this, to be cared for and reaffirmed on your manliness (and Blitzwing’s right).

#valveplug #tfa #transformers animated #blitzwing x reader #tfa blitzwing #blitzwing #tfa x reader #emphasis on the comfort part #tfa x male reader #tfa x mech reader #blitzwing x mech reader #trans fanfic #ftm fanfic

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yourbelgianthings · 7 months

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if you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see

a trans man! devo fic, about two pages, tw deadnaming and misgendering, some angst vibes but also hopeful (yes the title is from the end. shhhh)

Devotion. He never wanted to hear that word again. It wasn’t even a proper name, and it certainly wasn’t his name. The water outside the dome of Founder’s Wake was still dark when Devo left. Physically leaving had been easy, the parish did not lock its main door in case anyone needed help or shelter in the night. “Help from the parish” was an oxymoron to Devo. Mentally, it was another story. No matter what had happened to him behind those doors, the Benevolent Parish was the only home he had ever known, and the mysterious expanse of Founder’s Wake before him held its own kind of fear. Now though, the fear of the unknown was preferable to the pain of the familiar.

He knew of only one other person who had left the parish: Brother Seldom. His name came up occasionally, but only in disapproving whispers.

“Who cares if Guidance or Orlean didn’t respect him, though?” Devo thought. “I get to choose now.” That realization was both exhilarating and terrifying. So, Devo eventually managed to find the school in the Ballast after hours of getting lost and wandering. His heavy legs and equally heavy heart collapsed onto the front step and everything went black.

As he slowly came to, he heard muffled concerned voices: “the hand of devotion?” “How did she get here?” “...trouble with the parish...” A kind looking elderly man who Devo could only assume to be Brother Seldom approached him and asked, “Devotion? What are you doing here? Did Guidance send you?” Devo just screamed “NO!” and broke down sobbing. Seldom did not push any further, he waited until Devo’s tears slowed, although they still did not cease, before taking his hand and leading him to a bedroom.

“You just stay here as long as you need, okay? Someone will bring you dinner if you aren’t up for sitting with us yet.”

Devo nodded and closed the door a little harder than was necessary. He flopped down onto the bed and screamed into the pillow until his throat hurt. The pain was grounding, it kept him from drifting away into nothingness. As he rolled over on the bed, a desk in the corner of the room caught his eye, so he got up to look through the drawers and found a pair of scissors. They were delightfully plain, just steel blades with gray handles. The whole room was like that, functional, cozy, but unadorned. It was a sight for sore eyes, Devo needed a break from everything being gold and marble like the parish was.

He picked up the scissors and turned to the mirror, pulling on the blue ribbon that held his bun in place, allowing his dark hair to cascade past his shoulders. Honestly, Devo didn’t mind the idea of having longer hair, maybe like a short ponytail, but he hated how Guidance made him keep it down his shoulder blades and especially when she would style it for holidays or special occasions like he was her fucking doll. Whatever, he just knew he needed to do this now, he had to look like Devo and not Devotion or he would break down even more. Devo hummed a Benevolence hymn unconsciously to himself as he trimmed his hair in the mirror, and then began to cut off longer and longer chunks. For once that day, he did not cry, he smiled. He looked in the mirror and finally saw Devo.

Rummaging through the desk drawer again, he found some parchment and ink, and wrote a note that simply said: “I am a man and my name is Devo. Guidance did not send me and I will never be going back to the Parish” which he slid under the door. Devo was not ready to speak yet, he was still overwhelmed, and from his training as an orator, so often he had been told what to say to accomplish something that was not a goal he chose. The silence filled the room and nestled around Devo, wrapping him in gentle comfort, reassuring him that he could take all the time he needed to find his own voice. Exhausted from the scariest yet most empowering night of his life, Devo drifted into a deep and quiet sleep.

That is how Brother Seldom found him when he arrived with a bowl of fish stew. Upon receiving no response when he knocked, Seldom gently opened the door and picked up the note on the ground. He suddenly understood Devo’s earlier reaction, since he had unknowingly managed to say the two worst possible things. As Seldom looked at the sleeping young man, he was glad that Devo had managed to find the school, since they were the only two people in Founder’s Wake who had ever shared the position of leaving the parish clergy. A sense of responsibility overtook him, he wanted to make sure Devo had what he needed to make his own decisions. Perhaps one day he would find a new cause to devote himself to, but for now, he just needed to rest, and Brother Seldom was not going to wake him up.

#message from mirph #mirph’s manuscripts #the adventure zone #taz ethersea #devo la main #travis mcelroy #the benevolent parish #brother seldom #trans headcanon #taz fanfic #trans fanfic

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