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REBLOG IF U WOULD DATE A TRANS BOY OR TRANS GIRL

because im not going to reblog that one that’s trying to guilt people into reblogging. 

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Azutara story I have in my head

Azula has been living peacefully in the rural fire nation for years. After overcoming mental health issues and relationship problems, she dedicated herself and her life to mastering fire bending in a way that few ever had. She has developed relationships with villages close to where she has settled, and they provide her with food and drink in exchange for her protection. She agrees. She spends most of her time meditating, trying to reach the same level of spirituality as her uncle, and she has made her way into the spirit world.

One day a young boy from the village asks her to teach him fire bending. This is not something that Azula is interested in doing. She tells the boy that if he is able to replicate 1 of her 3 biggest feats she will teach him. 1. Conquer Ba Sing Se with no casualties, 2. best the Avatar in a fight 3. Become an aunt. The boy is determined and sets off on his journey.

About a year later Azula is in the spirit world, and feels a great disturbance. The avatars physical body has been killed, and the avatar spirit seeks its next iteration. Azula is confused, Aang is only in his early 30s, and should not be dead.

Chaos ensues, with a group similar to among/the red lotus seeking to overthrow the new bender supremacy they see being imposed on the world by Aang and his generation, they are seeking out the strongest benders from each element.

Katara arrives to rescue Azula, as the boy has sold out her location on his travels. Azula and Katie are forced to work with one another, and although Azula has changed Katara finds it hard to trust her. Katara is also struggling with the loss of Aang and the potential harm that Toph may fall into. Her 3 children are safe with Zuko in the fire nation capital, but most of the Earth Kingdom had fallen to the other ideology once the avatar was beaten.

Katara and Azula fall in love etc etc the end

This is my first one and I got tired but this is the kinda story I’m thinking at the moment/ non comic compliant

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Trans Theo Nott p1

Theodore Nott sat in the hogwarts express with the other young girls from respectable families, Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode.

He knew that this could be his last chance to see his friends before returning home for what would be a life changing summer holidays. The Dark Lord had returned. everyone could see the terror in Potters eyes when he returned back from the graveyard. Nott’s father as a devoted servant would be thrown back into service, dragging Theo with him.

Theo also had hope, for years he had to deny who he was due to the restrictions being put in place for trans witches and wizards. Despite transitioning and queer relationships being normal in ancient magical traditions, the new influx of ‘light’ ideals and muggle influence had made the rituals nessecary for a transition very rare to come by and a taboo topic for most. More regularly a denial of these identities was present in the ministry and hogwarts.

His father had doused him with medication, to prevent dysphoria and to block his puberty from taking effect. Very few people knew that Theo was a trans man, however the longer he waited for the permanent ritual the closer he came to losing the ability to transition at all through the ritual. Only strong wizards could hold enough power and talent to perform the ritual in the correct way, and so for Theo, the return of the Dark Lord came at a great time. He would give his service for the gift of a ritual based transition that would transform his magic to his identity any day.

Theo saw Harry Potter and his friends through the window, and scowled to himself. They would be his enemy if he wanted to live. When the train pulled into King’s Cross station Theo went to his fathers side and they apparated away without delay

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It’s just a routine that he has to follow, a ritual created out of comfort.

He wakes every morning to the dog barking and a door slamming. he doesn’t want the dog

but neither do they so he feels obligated to defend the dog from the cruelty

The sleep was disturbed anyway, dreams too bright, he wakes with a headache

His eyes had been glued shut and his fist clenched until 12:48, his dry lips are moistened

It’s all still in the bed, in his mouth he caresses a cavity with his tongue and dreads

The thought, it’s too much and his eyes close tight, his tongue migrates

He imagines her with him, they are under the sun and he doesn’t look like himself

He has those sunglasses people wear, he’s shirtless and laughing, she’s exactly the same

The dog barks again, and he jumps. The vision of her and him hand in hand

Plays over again while he sorts through discarded underwear for a clean pair.

Hoodie,glasses, old football shorts and socks. All geared up for the journey

Downstairs to face the dog and give him love, let him out for his business, feed him

And when that’s done he lays on his couch with his blankets and returns to his business

He sees them together here. Holding each other on the couch, confessing

He listens and can feel himself relax for a while, knowing they won’t return

Comforted in his solitude