#gender adopts

[lucewyre]

Adoptables - Gender ideas

Aetherpunkic, antifashionic, atompunkic

Balletcoric, bardcoric, bastardcoric, bronzepunkic, bubblegothic

Cabincoric, cartelcoric, clockpunkic

Darkerrorcoric, decopunkic, detherealgender

Edgegender

Genderfade, gloomghostic, grimeartic

Inaekoric

Keigender, keifashionic

A gender that feels crystal clear, both translucent and opaque like a kaleidoscope, obvious and changing but clear to everyone what it is due to how the person presents themselves or outwardly expresses their gender.

A gender tied to neon lights and VHS static, feeling florescent in a black and white world like a bit of modern or future flair in a noir film, possibly tying to the trope of modern people being isekai'd to a world more set in the past.

Leave a calling card (a username, alias or emoji etc) and what you would like to adopt from this list!

Feel free to alter what you see fit be it a definition or name, once it's yours you can do with it as you please.

Radqueers, transid and pro-endos preferably dni thank you.

Please see my pinned before interacting and for further info!

[mearchy]

I’ve always personally headcanoned that if Mandalorians DID have certain stereotypical family/relationship roles it wouldn’t be anywhere close to gendered, like one person is the man and one person is the woman. It would be like, one person is the shield and one person is the sword. One is the guard and one is the hunter. The bigger and stronger of the two — traditionally, though obviously every marriage would be different and most wouldn’t conform exactly, especially with polyamory — might be the one to stay home and guard the kids and the clan. While the faster, more maneuverable and perhaps deadlier of the two went out and hunted, provided, initiated raids. A Mandalorian couple fighting together would be so dangerous for so many reasons but principally because if they’re both there it probably means you’re on their territory and both the guard and the hunter are after you, and now you’re seriously fucked.

[petitepatateuwu]

Stop everything, I have doodles of Charmy in little dresses >:3 (yes he swapped outfits with Cream they're both two apples tall)

Everyone deserves a little pretty so I figured my baby should be too!

[ancientnapdragon]

had a very silly idea for a liushen oneshot. unlike me vomiting it all out here, i might actually write this one.

the tldr: sy transmigrates into a wife and bullies liu qingge about it. everyone around them are making rube goldberg machine level plans to try and get the two of them married. sy is oblivious to this of course.

[iwrite0]

"Cost of Care"

Bruce Wayne / Batman x Adopted Child Reader

Warnings; Mentions of past child neglect and abuse Medical trauma and experiences with Type 1 Diabetes Self-harm and internalized guilt/self-hatred Gentle but emotional conversations about trauma and worth Comfort, unconditional love, and healing Both Dexcom and traditional test strips are used.

This is soooo self insert, I have issues man but hopefully this helps me and someone else who might need it. My parental issues kicking my ass today.

This is platonic if you can't tell, just parent kid dynamic stuff, don't be weird.

Masterlist

No sirens blaring from the city. No alarms triggered by Gotham’s rogues. Just the low hum of the computers and the steady echo of Bruce’s boots against the concrete.

And yet, his mind wasn't on Gotham’s chaos.

It was on you.

You, the child he'd brought into his home with eyes that never quite met his.

You, with your carefully logged blood sugar numbers and trembling hands during insulin injections.

You, who had come from too many places that only saw your diagnosis—Type 1 Diabetes—as a price tag.

Bruce had seen the file before even meeting you. Dozens of foster placements. “Returned” repeatedly.

“Multiple failed placements.”

“Emotional withdrawal.

“Requires daily insulin injections, continuous glucose monitoring, regular endocrinology visits.”

The last few lines are what killed him.

“Sweet kid. But too expensive.”

“Financial burden cited as main reason for placement return.”

It made Bruce sick. Not because of your condition, but because of the way the system had made you believe you were less because of it.

When he met you in person, you barely looked up. When he brought you to the manor, you refused to unpack.

At your first doctors appointment with him, he chose to sit in the room with you. That's when he saw. Scars. Thin and deliberate.

But he didn't say anything. He knew it was too soon and that it'd only make you hide even more.

Still, he made a habit to check in on you every few hours, even if it was just walking by whatever room you were in. But it wasn't just you two in the manor.

It was Jason who said something first.

He walked into the study one evening, shoulders squared and mouth already twitching with irritation. “Bruce.”

Bruce didn’t look up from the files. “What is it?”

“I found a stash of juice boxes under the new kid’s bed,” Jason said bluntly. “Like... a lot. Some were expired. There were also test strips."

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

Jason kept going. “They’re hiding food. Medical supplies. That’s not normal. And they barely flinch when I talk to them, but when Alfred raised his voice earlier? They go still like a statue. Like they’re waiting to get hit.”

That last part hit Bruce like a gut punch.

“They’re scared,” Jason said, tone softening for once. “Not just of you. Of needing anything. They look at the fridge like it’s a crime scene. And Bruce...” He paused, hesitant now.

"I- I thought I saw them trying to hurt themselves"

The silence that followed was deafening.

Dick came by the next day.

He crouched in the Batcave beside Bruce, eyes flicking over the surveillance feed. The screen showed you sitting quietly on the back lawn, knees to your chest.

“Are you sure you’re doing okay?” Dick asked carefully.

Bruce didn’t answer at first.

“I mean... adopting a kid with a chronic illness?” Dick continued. “I’m proud of you, don’t get me wrong. But that’s a lot. Trauma, medical care, supplies—”

“They’re not a case file,” Bruce interrupted, voice firm but calm. “They’re a child. My child. They just need a chance. Not to be told they’re too much again.”

Dick nodded slowly, gaze softening as he looked back at the screen. “…They remind me of me. When you first brought me here. Except quieter.”

“They’ve been told that their life costs too much to love,” Bruce murmured. “We’re going to unteach that.”

It was late when he found you again—hunched over in your room, knees tucked to your chest, the juice box on the nightstand half-drunk and your Dexcom meter beeping softly. You looked like you’d shrunk into yourself, trying to disappear under the blanket you brought from the last group home.

Bruce crouched beside the bed.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

You flinched, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you. I thought I’d wait it out. I know the juice is expensive and I already—”

"Hey now, we have plenty of juice for this exact reason. Its alright, just sit tight and I'll go get you another one okay? I'll be right back I promise"

And true to his word he came right back, strawberry juice in hand. He sat next to you watching in a way that you didn't feel his eyes, just to make sure the shaking stoped.

But the healing didn’t come overnight. There were rough patches. Nighttime panic attacks when your site alarm woke you and you panicked, thinking Bruce would get mad. Moments where you'd skip meals. Times you stood too long in the mini medicine fridge he had gotten for you, staring at the insulin pens as if they would disappear.

But Bruce was patient.

He hired a trauma-informed therapist. He let you sit in on calls with your endocrinologist. He explained your CGM trends like a detective solving a case, showing you that your body wasn’t wrong—it just needed attention.

A few days later, Jason tossed a glucose tab packet at you during patrol prep. “Your sugar’s 78. You’re trending down. Don’t be dumb.”

You blinked.

“…That’s his way of saying he cares,” Dick translated as he adjusted himself.

You blinked again. “…Oh.”

Jason rolled his eyes but walked past you, gently knocking his fist against your shoulder. “You pass out on me and I swear to God I’m carrying you like a backpack for the rest of your life.”

You smiled.

And Bruce, watching from the Batcomputer, finally let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

You're still healing. Some days are harder. But the guilt doesn't live as loud in your chest anymore. And when your Dexcom beeps, you don’t hide. You ask. You treat. You take care of yourself.

[quovadisamerica]

VICTORY!

[nelkcats]

Parent's Day

Ghosts didn't have a father's or mother's day as such, but they did have a day where they combined both. A day to celebrate your guardians. Humans, Yetis, Amazons or Gods, it was a quiet day to thank them for your ghost adoption.

Dan and Ellie had spent a few years under the halfa's care but at the end of the day they considered him their guardian (although Dan did it reluctantly), so when they heard about Parent's Day they panicked.

They wanted to show Danny that they really appreciated him but a mug or coupons were not enough. In the end after some brainstorming they decided to give him the closest thing to a mug that was in the Realms: Constantine's complete soul.

John Contantine was a very annoying human, they knew this because they heard Danny complain about his paperwork many times. Apparently their father had 99% of his soul but couldn't do anything until he had 100%, and what better gift than to help him get rid of the paperwork? He hated paperwork! It was perfect!

With some help from Clockwork they traveled to DC's dimension, determined to take the last of the hellblazer's soul. Dan wondered if he should steal a star from the dimension while they were there (Danny liked space didn't he?), as an extra gift.

John Constantine was in the middle of explaining the holes in reality to the Justice League when a shiver ran through his body. He had an instant bad feeling.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt IV good omens but all i know is i watched three episodes on a stream with you all

Three hours being in a server with good omens fans in the wild *insert random emojis to sound like optimum clickbait youtuber except this ain't clickbait*

Okay I woke up. Before everything just WASHES out of my brain, I'm gonna describe whatever happened last night best as I can, because that's what I do.

Some of you were unable to attend the stream, and were sad. But don't worry I got you guys here's the rundown:

people joined the server. people were confused. i was afraid. i was assured that i should be, which was meant to comfort me.

people introduced themselves. someone said they had worked in a brothel as a bartender, which was cool, they said they had many stories. they did not elaborate for fear of scaring the newcomers. The newcomers, aka, me, were already scared, and it was not of the brothel stories.

I brought an emotional support orange with me. It looked uncomfortable. I thought it would be rotten. It was not, but we would not know that until later.

@thescholarlystrumpet entered fabulously, and started the stream.

i didn't realise the show had started for a good two minutes because there was a random voice over that was telling us about Earth's star sign (Libra) and somehow that didn't compute in my brain as being part of the episode. I thought we were checking audio.

It turned out, the episode had begun, and everyone was acting like this is a completely normal way for a show to start.

We time-jumped from the fall of man to modern day society so fast that I got whiplash.

There were a lot of orgasmic noises. I asked why. I was told in no uncertain terms that those were screams of labour. I'm sorry to everyone who has given birth ever.

There were three babies. I tried to keep track, it was hard. I thought the Antichrist won prizes for tropical fish. I was wrong.

I fell in love with Crowley and his hips and was very gay on the chat. This was heartily applauded.

I didn't realise an hour had passed when the episode ended, which it seemed was to be a common theme. I said nothing happened which everyone found funny for some reason.

I was very concerned about Armageddon. Everyone assured me that it would take place over the course of the season. I asked why we'd speedrun through millennia in five minutes but eight days took several episodes. I was a naive fool. Time is a social construct and this show cares not for social constructs.

They fucked up the mission. This was also to be a common theme.

I begged for a break and had to shake my head to try and get the brain rot out. I did not succeed.

The second episode commenced. The intro concerned me, because the cartoon Aziraphale looked pregnant or like a chicken. I asked if Crowley had impregnated him. He had not.

The pornography scene had to be replayed because I was so lost and had not relished it properly.

There was a lot of crying on the chat. Every few minutes someone would say a normal sentence in English and everyone would respond with crying emojis. Needless to say, I was concerned. This was also to be a common theme.

I asked why we were talking about random children. I was told it was The Them and they were the Antichrist's friends. I liked the hellhound.

I wanted to adopt the Antichrist, and grew more thirsty for Crowley every time he was a casual accessory to murder. I'm relying on this fandom not to use this as evidence with the cops. The chat was not reassuring, they said maybe.

I thirsted for Crowley more. This was also to be a common theme.

Aziraphale was very cute, I realised. That was nice. It was not nice when he had gay panic and said mean things to Crowley and they broke up. This was also to be a common theme.

I got so gay for Crowley that I ate the emotional support orange. It was gaseous. The chat was concerned, and everyone got excited every time oranges were mentioned after.

The third episode was a fucking roller coaster. Crowley and Aziraphale were your average high school couple but biblical for 6000 years.

Both were casual accessories to murder, and sometimes the cause of the murders, before going out for a date. Crowley got horny and he stopped listening every time Aziraphale ate. This was also to be a common theme.

The chat was keeping count of the husband breakups. This was not nice.

The Bentley was silver in many scenes, and people were forced to concede that they saw it. I was smug.

Crowley was sexy. She served gender, or as some people in the chat said, she served cunt. Her hairstyles got better and better. No one liked the 60s one. I did. I like everything she does. I love him.

Things happened. The fandom infected me. Someone mentioned how the book said Crowley felt lonely. I was near tears.

Crowley walked down the aisle for Aziraphale. We all were happy.

The book case, the thermos, the bandstand. I was broken.

Everyone said very emotional goodbyes.

I made a post on tumblr that was absolutely incomprehensible but accurately conveyed my love for Crowley. I fell asleep.

Same time next week, I believe.

I hope this was an adequate summary of the livestream for everyone, I am broken irreparably and if anyone mentions the bandstand I will have to start drinking and not stop till I get a happy ending. I cannot afford alcohol. I will ferment grapes myself if I have to.

[hellosunnycore]

✦ 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑹𝑬 ✧

[waitmyturtles]

(Source) (Source)

[laniidae-passerine]

Louis is such a Catholic good girl btw. Gets courted by a wealthy gentleman for months before they even kiss. Married in a church. Gets himself a precious baby daughter because he’s been dreaming of that perfect family since he was a little girl. Loyal to his man not even multiple deaths can separate them. Says Hail Mary like fifty billion times to cancel out the anal sex he keeps pretending he didn’t enjoy but also calls that dick his personal black tar heroin. Gonna lie to everybody he meets including himself. Feels guilt for a century about things that weren’t his fault but also kinda doesn’t give a shit about the things he did do. God’s gonna see him through <3

[coochiequeens]

So glad she got away from the dude. And the church coming out to support her instead of just pleading for her to stay because...... "divorce makes Jesus sad" is a pleasant surprise.

[iwrite0]

Smoke Signals

Batman/Bruce Wayne x Adopted! Reader

Masterlist

The quiet hum of the manor at 2 AM was usually a comfort—a rare kind of stillness Bruce Wayne had come to appreciate after years of chaos. It meant everyone was safe. It meant peace.

But tonight, something was off.

Faint, acrid. A scent barely detectable to most, but unmistakable to him. Not Alfred’s occasional pipe tobacco, nor the faint burn of machinery from the cave. No, this was sharper. Artificial. A blend of stale smoke and something chemical. Foreign.

He followed it through the darkened corridors like a shadow through his own home, instincts sharpening with every step.

It led him to your door—ajar, spilling a sliver of golden hallway light onto the floor.

Bruce pushed it open with silent precision, and what he saw made something cold settle in his chest.

You were perched on the windowsill, legs tucked up to your chest, hoodie sleeves pulled down over trembling hands. The soft orange glow of the embers in your fingers flickered once before you panicked—snuffing it out against the ledge, breath catching as if you’d been caught stealing from a place you no longer believed you had a right to.

The smoke curled into the air, slow and spiraling like a ghost.

“Kid?” Bruce’s voice was quiet—careful—but it still made you flinch.

Your head whipped around, eyes wide, a spark of something old flickering in them. Fear? Shame? Whatever it was, he hadn’t seen it in you for months. Not since those first fragile weeks after the adoption papers were signed, when your nightmares still came nightly and your trust was paper-thin.

“Bruce…” you croaked. Your voice was hoarse, your throat dry. Tired. Like your soul had been sandpapered down.

That's when he knew something was wrong, you were calling him Bruce again. Not "Dad" not "Old man"

You only ever did that when you were upset about something, or at him.

He stepped into the room, arms at his sides, no judgment in his posture, only concern. The hallway light softened the hard angles of his face, revealing something rare: vulnerability.

“What are you doing?” he asked gently, nodding to the now-dead joint on the sill. His voice wasn’t angry. Not yet. But it was tight. Heavy.

You hesitated, then shrugged, your gaze dropping to your knees. “Couldn’t sleep.”

His brow furrowed. “And this is how you're dealing with it now? You didn’t come to me. You didn’t say anything.”

You stayed quiet, fingers curling around your sleeves. “Didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Like what?”

You exhaled slowly, smoke still faint in your lungs. “Still broken.”

The words hung there like smoke in the air—unwanted, choking, but impossible to ignore.

Bruce walked over and knelt in front of you. No cape, no cowl, just Bruce. The man, not the myth.

“You’re not broken,” he said firmly. “Struggling doesn’t mean you’ve failed.”

You scoffed, but it was bitter. “I was doing better. Thought I was past all of this. Past needing…this,” you nodded toward the window, where the smoke had already vanished into the night.

Bruce’s jaw clenched. “Healing isn’t a straight line.”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” you whispered. “You gave me all this. A home. A name. You fought for me when no one else would. And now I’m just here—smoking out the window like I’m back on the street again. Like nothing changed.”

Bruce was quiet for a beat. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, but laced with intensity.

“You think one bad night changes what you mean to me?” He placed a hand on your shoulder—firm, grounding. “You think a joint at 2 AM undoes everything we’ve built? You’ve come so far, and none of that disappears because you hit a rough patch.”

Your eyes stung. You looked away.

“I wanted to be stronger.”

“You are strong,” he said, voice rising just enough to cut through the haze in your mind. “Strong enough to survive everything that happened to you. Strong enough to stay. Strong enough to keep trying, even now.”

He squeezed your shoulder gently.

“But you don’t have to be strong alone. Not anymore. Not here.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, your chest loosened just enough to breathe. Really breathe.

But Bruce was right, healing wasn't a straight line and after a couple days you felt that weight in your chest. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Your chest wouldn’t stop clenching. The high was supposed to make it easier—quiet the buzzing, dull the shadows creeping at the edge of your vision. But instead, everything was louder. Too loud.

You were panicking and you knew it, but you couldn’t stop it. Not this time.

The walls of the manor felt too big. The air too tight. Your skin too loose. Like everything inside you was trying to crawl out and scream.

Your legs moved on autopilot. Down the hall. Past the portraits. Past the memory of a time where you thought you were healing.

You didn’t knock.

You pushed open Bruce’s door, your breath ragged, voice breaking before it even left your throat.

“Dad-”

He looked up instantly from the armchair, the book in his lap forgotten. One look at you—eyes glassy, pupils uneven, wrapped in your own hoodie like a shield—and he was already on his feet.

His voice was calm, but there was a sharpness beneath it. Not anger. Alertness. “Hey, what wrong kid?”

You didn’t answer with words. You walked to him, unsteady on your feet, and then just stopped.

Frozen.

Your voice cracked like dry wood. “I—I messed up again.”

His face didn’t change. Not disappointment. Not shock. Just soft understanding. The kind that says, You’re still safe here.

“I got high and I panicked and I—I didn’t know where else to go. I thought I could handle it this time and I—” Your voice crumbled. Your hands were fists at your sides. “I can’t do it. I can’t—I don’t know how to stop running from it.”

Bruce stepped closer, slowly. "You're not running. You came to me. That’s not running.”

You looked up at him eyes red from your high, and the crying.

Then his expression cracked, at this sight of you. A sight you try so hard to hide. His jaw trembled. Not many people got to see that side of Bruce Wayne.

Without another word, he pulled you into him.

His arms wrapped around you the way they used to—one across your shoulders, the other over your head, his chin resting gently atop your hair. Not squeezing. Not restraining. Just holding. Like a shelter.

You melted into his chest with a gasp that was half a sob. Your knees buckled and he shifted immediately, guiding you down with him as he sank to the floor beside the bed, holding you in his lap like he had when you were smaller and so much more afraid of being loved.

He didn’t ask you to explain. He didn’t demand answers. He just held you.

“It’s okay now,” he murmured, low and steady against your ear. “You’re not alone. You’re not in that place anymore. You’re right here, and I’ve got you.”

You gripped the front of his shirt like a lifeline, knuckles white. “I don’t want to be like this.”

“You won’t be,” he whispered. “This isn’t forever. It’s just a hard moment. And we get through those together.”

You nodded against him, tears sliding down your cheeks silently.

For a long time, he just held you, breathing with you until your heartbeat started to slow. Until your fingers unclenched. Until the high faded and all that was left was a warm, steady heartbeat beneath your cheek.

Safe.

Home.

You weren’t a lost kid anymore. But even when you slipped, Bruce never stopped being someone who would find you again.

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[snalsupremacy]

12 MANGA BY LGBT+ CREATORS

Happy pride month!! My time has come. Years of seeking lgbt manga lead me some great finds, and here's all the ones written by openly LGBT mangaka!

1- Our Dreams At Dusk by Yuhki Kamitani, an asexual x-gender creator!

A classic in the lgbt manga niche. Literally google "lgbt manga" and you'll find this one in the top results. It's popular for a reason! Starting Tasuku, a gay teen, the manga deals with members of the queer community from all walks of life living in a small town, and how being queer impact their lives. Yuhki Kamitani's poetic and abstract story telling abilities enhances a simple story line into one of the best emotional roller-coasters you'll ever ride on. TW: Attempt suicide, mentions of said attempt, groping of a minor, lots of homophobia

2- I Think Our Son is Gay by Okura, a gay creator!

An ADORABLE story about a progressive mom trying to learn more about how to support her closeted gay son without making it obvious that she knows. Super sweet and adorable, and the author's notes were so touching! queer joy all around

TW: Discussions and verbal displays of homophobia

3- Boys Run The Riot by Keito Gaku, a transmasc creator!

Another classic in this niche. The story follows a trans boy named Ryo who bonds with the trouble student Jin over men's fashion, and together they decide to start a fashion brand. It's refreshing to see the struggles of a trans boy portrayed so genuine and authentically.

TW: Gender dysphoria, outing

4- My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness by Kabi Nagata, a lesbian creator!

Kabi Nagata is an biographical essayist that publishes all her work in manga form. In one of her most popular works, My Lesbian Experience With Loneliness, Kabi tells the series of the events that led her to sleeping with a lesbian sex worker. Bold and authentic, Kabi has no fear to portray the ugly and fucked up parts of mental illness, in turn crafting an intimate and touching story.

TW: Self-harm, eating disorder, lots of discussions of mental illness, sexuality, and gender.

5- The Bride was a Boy by Chii, a transfem creator!

The biographical tale of the author, Chii, from realizing she's trans to meeting her husband, all told through 4-koma stories! The adorable chibi art-style and light-heartedness of this manga is sure to warm anyone's hearts! It's great to see the story of a trans woman told in such an optimistic and happy way. Details like the pop-ups of information about LGBT and Trans issues to the game-board illustrating her transition journey really show how proud Chii is of her identity, as she should!

TW: None that I remember

6- My Brother's Husband by Gengoroh Tagame, a gay creator!

The #1 non-sexual Bara, made by the #1 bara author. Tagame may be more known for his NSFW works, but his first SFW serialization shows the experience he's gained through the decades working on manga, even winning multiple awards (-) . After single father Yaichi's estranged brother passed away, Yaichi gets visited by his Canadian husband, Mike. A beautiful and sweet story of dealing with loss and overcoming homophobia, ft the cutest little child character and a very healthy divorced couple!

TW: Nudity (Technically non-sexual, but Tagame is a bear and it shows), Grief and loss of a loved one

7- To Strip The Flesh by Oto Toda, a transmasc creator!

An anthology book of various stories by Toda. The first of which, To Strip the Flesh (Where the manga gets its namesake) is inspired by the author's experience with dysphoria and coming out as a trans men. Toda was the assistant of Tatsuki Fujimoto (Chainsaw Men) during the serialization of Fire Punch.

TWs: Gender Dysphoria, gore, mutilation (no blood shown), house invasion, nudity, hunting and skinning of animals, gunshot wound, mysoginy

8-Gay Fuuzoku no Mochigi-san - Sexuality Is Life - by Mochigi, a gay creator!

Originally published on Twitter, Mochigi tells of his experience running away from home and coming to work in the bustling Shinjuku Ni-Chome, Tokyo's gay neighborhood. Through his sex work and work in gay bars, Mochigi tells an authentic story of the ups and downs of the gay culture in Tokyo.

TWs: Though not visually graphic, it goes into a lot of details about gay sex work

9- Vassalord by Nanae Chrono, a transmasc creator!

Y'all aren't ready for the synopsis... ok so this cyborg vampire who works for the Vatican is frenemies with this fuckboy vampire. They fight then make up then kiss and break-up (YOU!). Together they go on missions set by the church. Extremely emo and edgy vampires, actually really great action, and all the charm of early 2000's BL, now with extra blood! Nanae Chromo came out on twitter as trans only recently, and many news sources including Anime List still lists him as Female unfortunately.

TW: Bloody fights, enough homoeroticism to make your teeth rot

10- X-Gender by Asuka Miyazaki, a X-gender creator!

Miyazaki (AFAB) realizes at age 33 that they not only are X-gender, but like woman as well! The relatable and awkward biographical story of the author's experiences and new discoveries about their identity and the community. The manga also takes the time to explain all the terms used in the LGBT community, making it very accessible to those out of the loop! Also, the art-style is very cute.

TW: Lots of talks about sex and gender, possibly other things as I have not read it yet

11- Why I Adopted my Husband by Yuta Yagi, a gay creator!

The cute auto biography of Yuta and Kyota, a gay couple who have been dating for almost 20 years. The manga talks about not only their relationship, but also what it's like to live as a gay couple in Japan, and the draws and benefits of adoption as a way to seek the same legal rights of straight couples.

TWs: None

• Final Word •

I made this list to celebrate all the brave people who are open about their identities, but I also wanna point out that there are incredible LGBT manga out there written by anonymous or even straight creators!

Happy pride month to everyone but specially all the people living in places where it's not safe to be openly LGBT, everyday that you breathe is an act of rebellion, and we should be proud of that!

Here's a quickie of some other LGBT manga that didn't make the list for some reason or another- hmu if u want more details on them or just wanna talk about lgbt manga in general!

[dolskele]

Yayyy ship template thingies

(I love making my pcs genders changeable.... very important 2 me)

Blank template below!

[woof-squiggles]

deciding to draw these oldish adopts bc if nobody else buys them im just gonna keep them