#Trans ftm chip

[elliotthinkssometimes]

trans chip means so much to me

[sad-boy-mono]

The only thing I miss about being 14

And that's on my gender shifting 3 months in on T 🤠

[clowncarjackson]

If you think about it chip n Dale is canonly trans because they’re male chipmunks right? Well they have short tails and only females have short tails, male chipmunks have long tails and both of them are guys so they’re ftm, Disney made trans characters without knowing

Be mad transphobes it’s basic facts for the chipmunk.

[froggyf4g]

My fave metaphysical store is closing soon so I went a lil crazy and stocked up on a ton of witchy supplies and like…… I got a love/romance candle…. and yeah sure I’m single and not looking for a relationship at the moment but one day…. I will be….. and when that time comes….. u know I’m absolutely gonna do some spell work to summon good, wholesome, genuine, pure love into my life !!! <3

[copyrightcreep]

T

spins spins spins spins spins

i got officiall approved for T and have my appointment SOON. i am going absolutely FERAL. T TIME FINALLY

[crow-ur-beloved]

various jrwi headcanons because the worms in my brain (potential autism) wont shut up. no real plot spoilers except for one, but its marked :]

the suckening:

shilo is like vampire immunocompromised, which added to the pile of reasons his mom used to keep him inside the castle because she didnt want him to immediately get 37 different diseases and Die. (if vampires can have allergies then id like to think they can also get sick. i dont actually know if thats possible in the vtm system but i dont care they can in my heart)

genderfuck/genderpunk afab emizel. i feel like thats the only label he'd use, if he had to have one. i dont think hed label his sexuality because he wants to be an enigma. but he Definitely likes men.

bizley said in the qna something that can Only let me think of shilo as aromantic. maybe aro And ace... i dont remember what he said exactly aughhgh i wish i did...

shilo fidgets with his hands like all the time. his mother and uncle tried to get him to stop and sit still because it wasnt very princely and whatnot but my boy needs a fidget toy. i think hed go craaaazy with an infinity cube

i feel like me saying arthur bennett is a bisexual doesnt even count as a headcanon like i think thats just a given. i feel like itd be more surprising if i said i thought he was straight. all beautiful beautiful vampire men have to be lgbtq. its the law actually

arthur never officially broke up with mary. mans just Left one day without warning. probably left a note that said "sorry. -arthur" on it. i doubt he had it in him to say goodbye to her face or his reasoning for it (he thought hed inevitably hurt her because of what he is and what he did to the people he loved in the past, because bad luck seems to follow him everywhere... oughh he makes me ill). he definitely used finding a new lead on anya somewhere else in the country as a good reason to dip. at least, as good a reason as it couldve been for him.

maybe controversial but i 100% think arthur and magnus had a one-night stand at the beginning of their relationship, before magnus met jerome, and they never talked about it again and pretend it never happened. cannot explain how real this is to me.

riptide:

ftm chip who 100% innately knew he was a dude since the moment he could think. like when the black rose pirates picked him up, he got confused when they started referring to him as a girl at first. probably never got The Talk from them, so was Very confused when he hit puberty. Reuben reluctantly helped him steal to pay for top surgery.

since tritons live at the bottom of the ocean, they would have eyes that are far more sensitive to light to allow them to see better since little light gets all the way down there. gillion was Immediately blinded by the sun when he surfaced and still gets headaches from how bright it is in the oversea, but they've gotten better the longer he's been up there. tritons are built to adapt to all kinds of conditions, so his eyes have slowly been getting a darker bluish-purple the longer he spends above the ocean; they were originally more of a light blue-grey.

in tandem with the last one, chip thinks hes either going crazy or a bad friend because he Swears gill's eyecolor is different than last week but how could that be possible, thats not just something he can do, right? why would he be able to do that???

if gillion gets knocked onto his back without warning he does that thing that sharks do where they get paralyzed for a bit when they get flipped upside down. its scary because he can see everything but cant do anything. he also definitely forgot to tell chip and jay about this fact and scared the Shit out of them the first time it happened around them.

gillion can also change his sex like some fish can. its the reason he can lay eggs. i think this makes it safe to say genderfluid/nonbinary/generally trans gillion tidestrider is highly possible and even probable in this headcanon. what im saying is t4t fish n chips.

not to headcanon all my favs as trans but i cant help it. it is the highest honor i can bestow upon them. anyways. mtf jay ferin. ava always knew and was the first person jay came out to. jay was also 100% named jayson after her father and went by jay most of her life anyway as a nickname and just decided to stick with it instead of picking anything else. may was always very openly-supportive of her. jayson was as supportive as a generally strict, overbearing, unsupportive-in-everything father can be. jay totally came out to him and the first thing he said to her was something like, "as long as it doesnt interfere with your navy training," and may promptly kicked him under the table and made him say something nice.

kiras trans too btw. she came out before jay and helped jay discover she was trans. and that she liked women.

(spoilers for 109 and beyond) chip can't entirely remember what he looks like. everytime he focuses on the illusion of hiding that hes practically just a skeleton now, it changes just a bit. freckles in the wrong places, the wrong shade of orange for his flame tattoos, too much light in his eyes, too much muscle on his arms. jay notices it but cant bring herself to say anything. she knows the illusion is meant to keep everyone from worrying, but, everytime she sees something off about it, she just remembers what he really looks like underneath, and that somehow feels worse.

blood in the bayou:

all these bitches gay as hell. kian is pan. rands got a lot of internalized homophobia. rolan probably too. its the 80s, man.

apotheosis (haven't finished it yet so idk how true these'll be lol):

agender rumi. godbless.

also rumis a theater kid. he got the lead in every musical he auditioned for because he could literally just shapeshift. theyd make up a new identity and appearance for every role and get to know everyone on the cast and then mysteriously drop off the face of the planet as that person when the production was over and nobody would know it was them.

peter has actually tried All Kinds of things. weed. yoga. multilevel marketing schemes. you name it, big chance hes done it at least once and didnt like it. he doesnt know how he ends up in the situations to try it, either.

[aliorsboxostuff]

Trans Spidey reader and Miguel where the reader is really really into Miguel’s talons and muscles and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)

Imagine crushing on Miguel and being reciprocated haha couldn't be me FHSFHFJKDF I really do like this idea anon tysm! I love writing oblivious trope, its always so fun! I hope you all enjoyed this btw!

Exclusively Yours

Tags: Miguel O’hara x ftM,!reader, Spidey!reader, Miguel O’hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabakhar, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Margo (Spider Byte), Jessica Drew, Peter B. Parker, Mayday, Fluff, sexual tension, soft!Miguel, Maybe OOC, Miles’ group being a menace, a bit nsfw-ish maybe, kissing, humor, confessions, feelings realization

Maybe you're not the first Spiderman to notice Miguel's arms and claws, and maybe you're not the first person to fall in love with him because of those too. But you're certainly the first to make Miguel fall in love.

—

1st Month

“I can't be the only one seeing this, right?” The other tree turns to Pavitr, his eyes following the new guy that just got into the Spider Society, next to him stands Miguel. 

“I mean, he made Miguel walk outside his office for once!” The new guy laughs, a flash of a blush on his cheeks while Miguel says something the group couldn't hear. 

“Honestly a bit scary ain't it?” Hobie chews another chip. “Boss man never smiles, now look at tha’,” 

The group snickers as they watch those two walk past the cafeteria, before they turn a corner and disappear from their vision. Gwen takes a sip of her smoothie, her head tilted slightly. “You’ve seen how he looks at Miguel?” 

“I mean, I've only been on a mission with those two once…” She grins. “Pretty sure he kept sneaking glances at his arms,”

“There’s no way they don't like each other!” However, what Pavitr said made Hobie scoff.

“Miguel or new guy?” Pavitr tilts his head.

“I wouldn't bet on that mate, man’s so blind might as well be walkin’ to a pole,”

“Both to be ‘onest,” 

“Impossible! Did you see the tension? I can practically feel it,” The shorter boy grips at the edge of the table, his eyes sparkling.

“Y’know, yesterday, while me and Peter reported back to Miguel’s-” The group leans closer to their shared table. “He was showing the new guy his claws!”

“What?!” Pavitr shouts, the group erupts in laughter. “No way that's real!” 

“Wait wait, were they like-” Suddenly, Pavitr grabs at Hobie’s wrists, bringing them close to his face. “Oh! They are so sharp Miguel! Must you always be so dangerous!” 

Pavitr brings one hand to his crown, pressing the back of it to dramatize his impression of the new guy. Hobi snickers, before he plays into his friend's bit, one hand holds Pavitrs face while the other fists, pressed to his chest. “Never for you, my love,”

“Oh Miguel!” Pavitr turns his head to the side and Hobie closes his eyes, both of them making kissy faces at each other.

“Oh my god!” Gwen and Miles doubles over in laughter, the girl holding on to Miles’ shoulder while she holds on to her stomach, Miles already cackling over the table. Hobie and Pavitr join their laughs, Hobie holding his sides while Pavitr slapped the table repeatedly, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. 

Miles shakes as he brings his head up. “Miguel would kill you!” 

“Who would I kill?” The group halted, turning slowly to find Miguel standing beside their table, arms crossed, one dangerous brow raised. Gwen looks away, Pavitr and Miles audibly gulp while Hobie rolls his eyes, huffing. 

“N-nothing- No one! Nope, haha,” Miles shakes his head, a nervous smile on his lips. Miguel simply raises his brow higher, eyes narrowing.

“Oh! Would you look at the time!” Gwen glances at nothing on her wrist. “We should get going, right guys? We have that meeting, right?” 

“Oh yeaah! The meeting, yes,” Pavitr shakily grins, shaking Hobie’s shoulder. “Come on Hobie we should go, haha,” 

The team shuffles awkwardly away from the table, before they all booked it and ran in the same direction, Miles and Pavitr already jumping off the ledge and swinging away, followed by Gwen and Hobie who’s running behind them before also flying away. Miguel rumbles lowly, before he sees the new guy approaching him with his tray of food and joins him in looking for a seat.

—

5th Month

Gwen pulls off her mask as she enters Margo’s lab, the girl nods her head to the music she's listening to, her eyes on the monitors. She adjusts the files inside the small box she's carrying before walking towards her. “Hey Margo, Jessica told me you needed these?” 

“Oh yeah, just put them there,” Her hologram glitches as the headphones disappear. She stands, walking towards where Gwen set aside the box before riffling through it.

“What’s in those anyways?” Gwen perches herself on one of the empty consoles. Margo opens one and flips through it.

“Oh it’s actually from Miguel,” She closes the file, setting it aside, before looking through the others. Gwen hums, looking around the various screens, briefly at the Go Home Machine, before she turns to Margo again.

“Hey, speaking of Miguel, you’ve seen the new guy right?” 

“The one that sticks with Miguel, like, all the time?” Margo smirks, setting aside another piece of paper. Gwen nods, now intrigued. “Oh have I,” 

“They were here, like, a couple of weeks ago right, and lemme tell you,” Margo pushes the box away, sitting up where Gwen is also sitting, pulling one leg up to her chest. “His eyes were all over Miguel's body, I swear!”

“Holy shit?” 

“Im serious! Jessica was right there, by the way, and he was eating Miguel up,”

“Shut up!” Gwen giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. Margo laughs too, now her legs are crossed over the console. 

“Especially his arms, like boy get a room!” Miguel laughs, throwing her head back while Gwen holds at her side, almost doubling over from her own laughter. 

“You think-” Gwen tries to stifle her giggles. “You think Miguel notices?”

“I’d be surprised if he didn't! We both know he’s dumb about these things, but come on,” 

“Yeah, I’d feel sad if Miguel doesn't know,” Gwen sighs, leaning on her hands behind her. “Though, I’m pretty sure he’s also been checking out the new guy,”

“Don’t get me started!” Margo’s grin widens.

—

1 year

“So how’s Miggy been treating you?” 

“Really? Right now, Parker?”

You’re currently swinging through another universe's version of Brooklyn, chasing a rouge Doc Oct from another dimension. Peter was now running on top of a building while you swung under the elevated railway. Mayday giggles in her baby carrier when her father leaped off the building and joins to swing next to you. Your back aches a bit when you swung to another building, maybe wearing a binder today wasn’t your best choice, then again you didn't know the fucker was gonna run this long.

“Hey, we haven't got time to catch up ever since Mr. Dark and broody’s been stealing you,” He shrugs, sharply turning just as you swung above him, Doc Oct meter away, still running with his metal arms. 

“First of all, he hasn't been ‘stealing me’-” You made quotation marks mid-air. “And Secondly-” 

A car was suddenly thrown at you, at which you narrowly slide past the opened passenger and driver's window, before webbing it up so it doesn't hit the pedestrians below. “Miguel’s been treating me great, okay,”

“Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” He twips another web, swinging on it.

“What?!” Just as you said that, Doc Oct threw debris toward you, which you quickly swing away and secured that too. “Oh shit…”

“You’ll never catch me Spidermans!” He shouts and does that damn annoying meniscal laugh.

“Let’s wrap this up?” You suggested to Peter as he stops at the same lamp post as you.

“Yup, hold on to daddy, baby,” Mayday nods her little head as Peter adjusts her straps, then it’s off against Doc Oct. 

Peter swings behind him, effectively catching his attention as you landed a punch straight to his jaw. He shakes away the pain, imminently turning and letting his metal arms attack you, the sharp appendages reach towards you before Peter shoots at it, pulling it down towards the ground. Doc Oct hits concrete hard, at which you quickly tie up the rest of his appendages. He sharply turns to you before you could tie the last arm, sweeping you off of your feet, which makes you fall as he cages you on the ground, the sharp end of the arm almost slicing your next if you didn't duck quick enough. Peter lands meters behind Doc Oct, the hologram cage in his hand. He nods curtly, his eyes on you.

“Now!” You threw off Doc Oct with your legs, Peter throwing the cage just where he lands. When he went to chase after you, the cage clicks open, effectively containing him. 

You catch your breath, before deciding to lie on the concrete floor and covering your eyes with one arm. “Nice going man,”

“Thanks,” You say as Peter stands beside you. “You too,”

Peter shrugs before he releases Mayday from her carrier, holding her in front of him before he kisses her nose. “And you too young lady, very brave,” 

Mayday giggles, hands patting Peter’s cheeks. You huff, resting your arms on your chest while keeping your eyes closed. You can still hear Mayday's little voice, before Peter turns to you. “So he hasn't asked you out yet?”

“I really don't know what you're talking about Pete,”

“Oh come on! You’ve been with us for a year, probably longer with Miguel-”

You sharply sit up. “What?”

“I’m just sayin’,” He held his hands up, Mayday hanging on his hip. “You guys should be official by now,”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “And what makes you think he likes me?” 

“Oh my god, Jessica is right, you’re way too oblivious,” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stand, brows furrowed while Peter laughs with his daughter. Clearly, your confusion is hilarious to him. “There’s no way thee Miguel O’hara likes me, okay,”

“Sure sometimes I feel his eyes on me, or how much he asks me to hang out with him, but I’m probably not the only one!”

“No, you are-”

“Plus, he’s busy okay, he only ever makes time to eat lunch with me, or to train, sometimes, if I'm lucky, maybe even a coffee break together, but that's it! He doesn't like me, he doesn't trail me with those sharp eyes, we don't accidentally make eye contact, he doesn't smile at me or laugh along my lame jokes, and he definitely didn’t blush when I asked about his claws- oh my god he does like me…”

“Bingo,” Peter snaps his fingers, followed by Maydays giggles as Pete holds her by her legs, red hair covering her face. 

Your face reddens, eyes blinking as you recall all of your and Miguel’s interactions for the past year. The first month you showed up, Miguel paired himself with you and you thought he was just being nice. He indulges in your curiosity, showing you his claws, a bit worried but couldn't help the steady red that appears on his cheeks when you leaned closer. He makes time for you, joins you for lunch, which had the teens curious. He only ever trains with you, letting you spar with him, those widened eyes whenever you managed to pin him down. The longing gazes that you sometimes caught, smiling at him when you do which only makes Miguel turn away. The way he lets you on his platform, hanging out with him where others usually had to wait until Miguel dramatically descends. When he encourages you, lingering hand on your shoulders, and back, the ghost of a smirk only reserved around you. 

And you have been eyeing him too. How could you not when a man that good-looking, that dedicated to his work, is right there?! But the idea of Miguel reciprocating your feeling…

“Alright, let's get you home buddy,” Peter moves behind you, pushing your shoulders and walking towards the opened portal. You’re still in a daze, confused and embarrassed with how many signs you missed from him. 

—

The next day, you're still clouded with the possibility of Miguel liking you back, making you hesitant to ask him to eat lunch with you. The activity has become a constant now, but ever since your revelation, you were second-guessing yourself. 

You take a breath, closing your eyes briefly, before pushing the doors open. You jog your way to where Miguel's platform is and swing your way up easily. “Hey Miguel, join me for lunch?”

“Sure, let me allow Lyla to take over,” He nods toward you before turning back to his screens. You hum, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. 

“Alright, let's go,” He turns around, stretching his arms above his head briefly, the sight of his muscles taut makes you gulp. Now or never…

“Wait, I have something I wanna talk about,” You blurted out, looking anywhere but at Miguel. He stops in his tracks, putting one hand on his hip.

“Sure, go ahead,” He nods, patiently waiting. You inhale slowly, and let your breath out.

“I hope I'm not reading the room wrong but- I’ve noticed the way you look at me, Miguel,” You meet his red irises. They widen slightly, Miguel stands straighter. “You follow me with your eyes, and I know what they mean. You make time for me and we train together, you let me up on your platform, hell, I’m the only one allowed to get close to you without you getting irritated!” 

You laugh nervously, swiping back your fallen fringe. “What I’m saying is, am I wrong to think that you like me?” 

A beat passes. Silence aside from the writing of cables and soft beeps from the monitors. Your hands turn to fists ready for the rejection, maybe a condescending laugh from the man you’re pining, until-

“No, you're not,” He sighs. “ I do. I like you a lot, but I didn't want to ruin what we had. You're so close to me, and I’m afraid that if I told you, you’ll…”

Miguel turns slightly, averting his eyes, which is unlike him at all. His blush is now prominent, which spikes your own blush. You gulp, slowly stepping towards him. Your hand reaches for his arms, your touch making him blink and meet your gaze once again. “I like you too, Miguel,” 

“If you couldn't tell, I’ve also been sneaking glances at you,” You chuckle, placing one hand on his jaw as Miguel also chuckles, his voice reverberating around the room. “God, they were all right, we’re so oblivious,”

“‘They’?” Miguel grins, his hand holding your wrist, tilting his head against your hand. 

“The others noticed before we did,”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” You giggle.

“Wow, okay,” He follows your laugh, bumping his forehead against yours as the two of you laugh. You close your eyes, breathing in the scent that is Miguel, Basking in his warmth as he holds you close. Slowly, as the laughter dies down, you open your eyes, staring into his bright reds. Your hand brings his chin closer, you felt his breath stutter. After months of build-up, Miguel's lips against yours feel explosive. His hands are on your hips, pulling you closer, the reminder of those sharp talons beneath them. One hand reaches to tangle in Miguel’s hair, making him grunt, deepening the kiss. You feel his large hands caressing your sides, sending shivers down your spine. When you two pull back, Miguel's eyes are blown wide while you smirk, licking the remnants of him from your lips. 

“That year-long pining?” You smirk, pulling his shoulder closer, your nose brushing his. “Fucking worth it.”

Requests are open! Reblogs appreciated &lt;;3 

[trohpi]

Hiya ^^

I heard that you take one-shot requests with trans characters and so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out with this...

I git the idea bc I just got my fcking period (suxks as a trans person) and needed some comfort so I thought trans!Sirius (ftm) having his period after hogwarts where he and Remus live together and he feels like sh!t because he's bleeding out and it's giving him dysphoria and then Remus takes care of him and makes him hot chocolate.

I'd rely appreciate it. Thank you so much <3

hello!! hope youre feeling better, periods can be tough ik. this will actually be my first request, sorry it took longer than expected. i hope i did your idea justice and that you enjoy <3

wolfstar w/ ftm sirius • 2.4k words • cw: periods, dysphoria

cross-posted to ao3

Sirius wakes to the sound of incessant meowing and a low ache in his gut. Bleary-eyed and sleepy as he is, he doesn’t even register the pain at first. He shifts under rumpled sheets, mid-morning sun flooding the room and blinding him. A ball of splotchy tri-coloured fur sits in the window sill, pawing at the glass and disrupting the blackout curtains Sirius insisted they have in the bedroom. Unwanted light filters through the window and he groans.

“Linette,” Sirius calls, voice thick and almost whiny with sleep. “What are you doing?”

She only meows again, tail twitching eagerly as she watches whatever it is that has caught her attention outside. Likely a bird or a squirrel, or perhaps one of the bunnies that moved into the backyard. Sirius huffs and moves to sit up, aiming to grab Linette and exile her to the living room, when a painfully familiar cramping of the abdomen hits him and Sirius’ mouth goes dry.

All remnants of sleep wash away in an instant, leaving him hyper-aware of every feeling, every minute sensation in his body. The incoming headache, the tight soreness of his lower muscles, and— Sirius discovers with a shudder as he shifts— the warm wetness of his underwear.

“Fuck,” Sirius mumbles, a sick feeling churning within. He quickly gets up, swallowing thickly at the small blood stain on the pale blue sheets. Moony just bought those, he thinks fuzzily, and suddenly he feels the urge to cry.

Sirius’ periods have always been irregular, no way to consistently track them, and it’s only gotten harder in the months since he’s started his masculinization potions. It's almost worse when he’s blindsided like this, wholly caught off guard by the onslaught of hormones and emotions. At least when he knows it’s coming, he can mentally prepare. This time, his walls were down, and now his mind buzzes as he stares at the stained sheets below.

He can’t handle this right now. He quickly looks away, resolving to deal with it later. Numbly, he scoops up a squirmy Linette from the window sill and makes his way out of the room.

Remus is curled up on the sofa, cup of too-sweet coffee cradled delicately in scarred fingers as he reads a book, the Muggle one his mother gave him when they moved in last month. He perks up at the sound of footsteps, turning to see Sirius in the hall entrance. The small, fond smile on his face quickly falls into a concerned frown when he sees the paleness of his face and tense line of his body.

Sirius’ breath hitches, a tangled mess of emotion swelling within him. He wants to not exist, and yet he wants so desperately for Remus to hold him, to cradle him just as delicately as he would the chipped porcelain mug he drinks from every morning.

Remus sits up, setting the well-loved mug aside as his book falls facedown on the cushion beside him. “Cariad?”

Sirius’ eyes well with tears, but they don’t fall. Sirius hates crying, has hated it since he was a child and his mother would punish him for it. Even now, nearly three years since he got out of that house, he can’t shake the urge to bottle everything up and hide.

Linette squirms in his arms again, dragging him back to reality. Sirius sniffles, letting her drop to the floor. The mostly-white calico wastes no time sprinting back to the bedroom, no doubt to meow at the window once more, but Sirius hardly pays attention to that. No, his eyes are locked on his boyfriend, who has already made his way over to him with an air of worry.

“Are you alright?” he asks, hands twitching as if he wants to reach out but is unsure if that would be okay. It would be. Sirius craves his touch, always will.

Sirius reaches out and tangles their fingers together for him, squeezing harshly as if doing so will tether them together.

“There’s blood on the sheets,” he mutters, and the concern melts into understanding.

“That’s alright,” Remus says softly, squeezing back. “I’ll handle the bed, you go take a bath.”

Sirius immediately shakes his head. “No, Moony, you don’t have to—”

“Sirius, it’s okay. I want to do this for you.”

“But…” Sirius chews on his lip, looking away shamefully. “It’s gross, Rem.”

Remus reaches up and gently grips his chin, tilting his head up to make Sirius look at him. His hazel eyes are tender and reassuring, immediately making Sirius melt just a bit.

“How many times have you cleaned up blood from my sheets after a full moon, Sirius?”

“It’s not the same.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Not at all. That blood isn’t from… from down there.”

“It’s just blood, love,” Remus says patiently. “Doesn’t matter where it came from.”

He hesitates, chewing on his lip once more. On one hand, he thinks he’ll end up in a ball of tears if he tries to clean the sheets himself, but on the other hand, he can’t help but feel self-conscious. Despite having been together for close to two years, Remus hasn’t seen that yet. Sirius has made sure of it. Sure, he’s been there during his period— he’s cuddled him and helped fulfil his cravings and warmed up the Muggle heating pad Lily gave him in their fourth year— but he hasn’t actually seen the blood. Sirius’ dysphoric mind is convinced that he will be disgusted with Sirius and his body when he sees it, even if he knows that Remus would never.

“I can see you spiralling,” Remus mutters, running his thumb along the backs of the other man’s knuckles. Sirius sighs.

“Sorry, I just—”

“Sirius,” he says softly. “Let me help you, please?”

He swallows thickly and, before he can change his mind, says, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Remus repeats with a smile, tugging him closer and pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Now, go take a nice long bath, cariad. I’ll have your heating pad and a cuppa waiting for you when you’re done.”

Sirius hums, a warm feeling settling in his chest. “Switch the tea for a cup of that special hot chocolate your mother sent and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“A cup of mam’s hot chocolate it is, then,” Remus says easily and Sirius feels a small smile slip on his face, his first one all morning.

“You’re too good to me.”

“You deserve good.” The other man puts some space between them and before Sirius can even mourn the loss, he’s being gently shoved in the direction of the bathroom. “Now go. I’ll get your clothes too once you’re in the tub.”

“Alright,” he says softly. “Thank you, Moons.”

“Of course, love.”

And with that, Sirius moves down the hall and stops by their bedroom. He grabs his wand and some of his clothes— minus the fuzzy knit sweater, which is actually Remus’ and two sizes too big— and makes his way to the large, tiled bathroom. The door shuts behind him with a quiet snick and, carefully avoiding eye contact with the mirrors, he quickly casts blurring charms on them all. He usually doesn’t have to resort to such measures, rather comfortable in his body now that he’s been magically transitioning for over a year, but his periods always bring about a particular sense of discomfort regarding his appearance.

Trying his best not to let his thoughts drift negatively, he strips off his bloodied clothes and sends them to the laundry hamper in their bedroom with a flick of his wand.

The water is warm and relaxing when he sinks into the tub, soothing aches he didn’t even realise he had. Sirius sighs, letting his head fall back against the tile and his eyes fall shut.

Sirius had almost thought that he was done with periods. He hasn’t bled in months, and he had just started getting his hopes up that the potions had finally stopped his cycle as they were meant to, but no. He feels a bit defeated, if he’s being honest with himself. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle this on his own.

But you’re not on your own, a voice in his head reminds him as he begins to clean himself.

And the thing is, the voice is right. He has Remus.

Sirius has always had trouble seeking help from others, most especially those he’s close to. It always sparks a sense of shame. Maybe his mother moulded that into him, or maybe he was always like this. Whatever the reason, he struggles.

Remus tells him it’s okay to need help sometimes. Sirius knows that, logically. He’s been on the receiving end of that request more times than he can count for Remus— in the days leading up to and following the full moon he needs all the help he can get. He also knows that if someone cares about you, they won’t mind lending a hand when you need it. It just takes some getting used to, Sirius supposes. The care, the support, the concern.

He is getting used to it, slowly but surely. Has to, when he lives with Remus Lupin of all people. His tall, scarred, mean-looking werewolf boyfriend is actually the softest and most loving person he has ever met, and he refuses to let Sirius get away with shutting him out.

Sirius loves him even more for it.

Only a couple minutes later finds him dripping onto the bath mat, towel wrapped tightly around his waist as pink-tinged water swirls down the drain. He quickly pulls on Remus’ sweater and begins rummaging through the cabinets, searching for his cloth pads. He finds one buried underneath a pile of hair scrunchies and he places the pad in his boxers, securing it with a light sticking charm just so he doesn’t have to worry or think about it.

He tugs on his baggy sweatpants with a wince, lower muscles cramping in protest at the lack of soothing warmth now that he’s left the bath. It’s not quite bad enough to need a pain relieving potion just yet, especially not before he’s got his hands on his heating pad, but he can already tell this one will be rough.

At least he’ll have Remus to help him through it, even if he has to force Sirius to let him do so.

Sirius feels a bit like a wet cat as his damp curls drip onto the muted orange sweater he stole borrowed. He quickly grabs his abandoned wand off the counter and casts a quick drying spell, feeling the weight disappear off his head as his curls become light and bouncy once more. With a huff of satisfaction, he slips his wand into his pocket and opens the bathroom door to leave. Immediately, he hears a pleased mrrrp followed by Linette darting between his legs, purring and rubbing all the while. He chuckles, bending over to scratch at her cheeks.

“Finally more interested in me than the birds outside the window, huh, ma pépette?”

Linette purrs even louder in reply, rubbing so aggressively against his hands that she nearly stabs herself in the eye with his fingers. Sirius snorts inelegantly and scoops her up, letting her perch herself comfortably on his shoulder before he finally steps out of the bathroom.

Immediately he can smell the faintest hint of chocolate and nutmeg wafting from the kitchen. Warmth bubbles in his chest as he shuffles into the living room. On the sofa sits the quilt Effie gifted them when they moved in, Sirius’ heating pad folded with care on his seat. Gentle music plays from the wireless and he has to bite back a soft smile. Merlin, he loves this man.

“Have a nice bath, love?”

Sirius turns to see Remus standing in the doorway, two steaming mugs held in his hands. Linette chirps happily at the sight of him, and Sirius privately agrees.

“It was alright,” he hums lightly. “S’that for me?”

“Ah, no, actually. Figured I’d get two hot chocolates all to myself while my poor, sweet boyfriend wastes away on the couch all by himself.”

“How utterly cruel of you, Moons. I’m heartbroken.”

Remus snickers. “Go sit down, Pads.”

“Mm, alright.”

Sirius plops down on the couch, jostling Linette whose tail flicks in displeasure, and burrows under the cosy red quilt. Before Sirius can even think to do it himself, Remus has set the mugs down on the end table and grabbed the heating pad.

“Rem, I can—”

“No, I’ve got it,” he reassures. “Drink your hot chocolate, I’ll set this up.”

“If you say so,” Sirius says a bit reluctantly.

Linette drops off his shoulder onto the couch cushion next to him as he reaches for one of the mugs.

The first sip is heaven, always is. Hope Lupin’s hot chocolate recipe is a gift from Merlin himself.

“Godric, this is fantastic,” Sirius groans delightedly. Remus chuckles as he plugs in the heating pad.

“Isn’t it?”

“Tell your mother she’s a saint for me next time you phone her.”

“‘Course, Pads,” Remus says as he walks back over, careful to avoid tripping on the cord. Linette hops down and starts smelling it curiously.

“C’mon, baban, leave it alone,” he chides while batting her away gently.

“Aw, leave her be, Remus! What’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could chew on the cord and be electrocuted,” he deadpans. Sirius blinks.

“Right. Forgot Muggle technology is utterly terrifying. Carry on, then.”

Remus snorts and picks her up, setting her on Sirius’ lap which has already started to warm up. She purrs, cuddling into the heat and closing her eyes contentedly. Sirius runs a hand through her fur while he takes another sip from his mug. A weight settles next to him on the couch as Remus cuddles up to his side, reaching over him to grab his own hot chocolate from the end table.

Sirius hums happily, tilting his body into Remus’ and melting against the cushions. A little peck on his temple makes a soft grin slide on his face and he lets his eyes fall shut.

“Thank you for this, Moons.”

A hand reaches out to tangle with his own, squeezing gently but firm. “Of course, cariad. You mean the world to me.”

“You do, too. I wouldn’t be able to do this without you, you know.”

Remus hums, pressing another kiss to his head before he says softly, “Well, good thing you don’t have to, then.”

[writing-for-the-gays]

hi its me againnnn,,, ermm i would like to request poly billy x stu x (ftm, fat, hairy ect ect) reader again :3c but fluff HCs this time :3c

-🐛 anon

Ough these boys be home of sexuals in a world of homes of phobics , continuation of the other fic actually. Disk jockey reader. Again me and 🐛 anon are holding hands and frolicking through fields.

No pretty pic this time I'm reblogging this with memes I made for these fics

Fluff! Tooth rottingly sweet.

"catch my breath and hold it for me."

- you three are a power couple behind a closed door. Infront of people you have to pretend to be very straight with each other (as straight as you three can be, if you three were a line you'd be a circle.)

- to be blunt they're in love with you.

- you got custom rings for each other about a year into the relationship, to symbolize your dedication.

- and these boys take it very seriously. They keep the rings on a necklace they wear underneath their shirts when out , and wear them proudly on their fingers when around you.

- alone Stu and Billy are affectionate, Stu being more like a dog and Billy being more like a cat.

- Stu will run up to you and throw his arms around you I'm a big hug when you walk through the door of his house and Billy will wait until you're all sat down to come up and lay his head on your chest, and whisper to you Abt how much he missed you.

- in conjunction with this is their love language. Billy can be somewhat touch averse, especially after a rough day, or whenever, and has a tendency to pull away if the physical touch is too much, but he loves acts of service, and will often cook for you, and do whatever you ask of him including, but not limited to, murder.

- Stu's big on physical affection, and will hang off your arm whenever he can, hold your hand (he sometimes pretends to be measuring hand size out in public so he can have some more skin to skin contact even when it's not totally socially acceptable.), and kiss you often, but he prefers to do activities with you instead of for you, and tries to get you to do random things with him, it doesn't even matter what it is. You find yourself doing dishes with him more times than you can count.

- it can lead to some really tender moments, and you three really relish in these moments. It's one of your favorite parts of the relationship.

- Stu being trans means that when you're binding you get tons of reminders to take breaks, especially considering the fact that binding methods around this time aren't exactly safe. More often than not you find yourself in a stall with him while he massages your back and checks your ribs.

- Billy has an equal amount of worry, considering he's known Stu since forever and so is intimately familiar with trans topics, but he's less nice about it. He refuses to let you cuddle him or vice versa if you have your binder on. He also helps you take your T injections because Stu can handle a lot, but needles aren't one of them. He does T gel that's how bad it is.

- every night you all rotate who's the middle spoon (what else do I call it).

- Stu's absent parents mean that you've basically decided to move in with him. You don't have the most aware parents either. (Dead, probably.)

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You laugh gleefully, worn down black and white shoes thud against the concrete as you run past Billy and Stu and onto the top of the playground.

"Fuck you two! I'm the god of this bitch." You shout down to them, slamming your hands on top of the plastic tube slide making a hollow thudding noise that echoes dully in the cool night air.

Billy lets out a snort while Stu lets out loud bark of a laugh. "What? You don't find me powerful enough? Fine you don't get to watch the shooting stars up here with me." You promptly stick your middle fingers up "Have fun on wood-chips!" You playfully sneer, the bright smile on your face portraying the playfulness.

"Not if I can get up there!" Stu says sprinting to the metal platforms that lead up to the playground. You let out a dramatic gasp and race to them as well, giggling the whole time.

Billy looked on with a soft smirk, he eyed the playground and tried to find another way up, spotting a rock wall he snuck around while you jokingly wrestled Stu.

Billy climbed up the rocks, quietly sneaking up onto the playground, tip toeing his way behind you and locked eyes with Stu who smirked.

Billy wrapped his arms around your middle and hauled you back, making you let out a genuine frightened yelp.

"Billy!" You scolded before giggling breathlessly "Fine you two can come up here with me." You say squirming out of Billy's arms you smile up at the starry sky.

Stu sets down a blanket, and sits down on it. You follow and sit next to him leaning your head on his shoulder. Billy lays his head in your lap.

You hum a soft tune and relax into your boys, you and Stu's rings clicking together when you join hands.

Not long after twinkling streaks of light begin to dot the sky and you sigh.

"I don't think there's anywhere else I'd rather be." Billy says softly, and you nod with an awestruck smile not losing your focus on the lights. "Same." Stu says.

You don't notice their gazes locked on you and not the sky.

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-id be fucking dumb not to mention that you all regularly fuck with the radio station when you can.

- you like your job but it's funny to let Stu or Billy just say some dumb shit on air. Nothing too scandalous so you don't get taken off sir but enough to get a solid laugh out of you.

- Stu normally tells what I can boil down to 'haha funny penis joke' and Billy's a little more sophisticated. ('haha funny penis joke but less obvious' basically)

- let me be perfectly clear, Stu and Billy couldn't give less of a shit about what you look like, but the fact you're bigger than the both of them makes them all sorts of soft.

- they call you their 'big bear' and have accidentally called you that multiple times in public (mainly Stu going 'big bear!' when he sees you, he says it's an accident but it may be just to see the panic on everyone's face for a second.)

- Stu likes to wrestle you, especially if you're playing around or in general rough housing. He sometimes pretends it's just guys being guys but it's really just to be close to you in public. He also likes the feeling of trying to overpower you because he's definitely not in charge with Billy, but you're nice enough to let him pretend for a little bit.

- in an AU where they don't die, somehow aren't caught for their crimes, and don't do anything dumb enough to get them killed before 2015 they see the legalization of gay marriage across the entire united states. Billy and Stu have a big fight about who gets to legally marry you, of course you're all at the altar, but whoever legally marries you will get to change the last name of the entire polycule.

- you agreed on a hyphenated name but you can only have one of their last names and both of them aren't too keen on changing their name (Billy wins, meaning you're 'Y/n Loomis-L/n' Stu's 'Stu Loomis-L/n' and billy is of course 'Billy Loomis-L/n')

- by the start of the reception Stu isn't angry anymore and keeps repeating Mr.Loomis-L/n every time he has to say something to one of you two.

- for now you three have different last names but the exact same heart.

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 7 - Stuck in a Wall

Ghost x Soap - 1.8k (on ao3)

summary: Johnny makes a stupid mistake on a mission and suffers the consequences. (Johnny POV)

cw: noncon sex, trans ftm soap, brief overstimulation, pussy spanking, hurt no comfort

Johnny wiggles where he’s stuck, angry curses spitting from his lips as he sets his feet and desperately tries to shove himself out of his self-made prison.

He’s never, never done something quite this fucking stupid on a mission. Who the hell gets themselves stuck in a wall because they were trying to take a goddamn short-cut? Rookies, that’s who. The greenest of green soldiers, the kind every C.O. hates dealing with. Johnny’s gone and become his greatest annoyance.

He doesn’t reach up to flick his throat mic on and call for help, no matter how uncomfortable he is. Honestly, the idea of any of the 141 finding him like this is almost more mortifying than getting stuck in the first place. Gaz would never let him live it down and would take a thousand photos, Ghost would bring it up in every conversation, and Price probably wouldn’t let him head off on his own in missions for weeks - and that’s if he’s lucky.

No, Soap will just have to figure this out on his own. How hard can it be?

The hole is tight around his waist. He’d hardly been able to get his shoulders in, had done an awkward dance of pushing one arm through, then his neck, then the other arm. But he’s too thick around the middle, got too fantastic of an arse, apparently, to fit the rest of his body through. It leaves him scraping his back and stomach along the inside of the wall, forcing his shirt further and further up his back until it hangs loose on the same side of the wall as his head.

No matter how much he pushes, no matter how much he kicks at the wall, he can’t fucking move. Doesn’t stop him from trying, though.

What does stop him is the sudden sensation of a hand against the small of his back. That gets him jerking, kicking a leg back on instinct like a horse.

“Hey!” He shouts, wincing at the slight crack in his voice from surprise. None of his team are supposed to be in this building, just a few civilians and suspected terrorists that Johnny was meant to sneak around before grabbing his intel. Johnny’s face flushes red when the hand shifts, humiliated at the thought of one of those assholes seeing him like this. “Fuck off, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

The hand quickly gains confidence, firmly grasping his uniform pants, yanking them and his boxers down in one go. His entire bottom half is left exposed to the cold air, goosebumps running down his thighs. That really gets Johnny panicked, his heart a furious beat in his chest. He kicks and stomps, pushes and shoves, tries everything he can to free himself from the stupid fucking wall, all to no avail.

“What the fuck?! Get the hell away from me, I’ll blow your goddamn brains out if you fuckin’ dare-!” A harsh slap to his cunt, sudden and stinging, has Johnny cutting himself off with a yelp. He shouts with rage immediately after, struggles all the harder. The skin of his stomach is rubbing raw, and his nails chip from the way he claws at the wall.

The person behind him - a man, he can feel him pushing his hard cock against his thigh, the fucking bastard - rains down several hard slaps on Johnny’s pussy, bruising blows that send shockwaves of pain up his spine. The swats are loud even through the wall, the sound of skin on skin like a knife to the head.

The smacks don't stop until Johnny falls quiet, panting and wide-eyed. There's an ache between his legs, one that has him shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

He’s stiffer than he’s probably ever been in his life, teeth clenched tight and eyes stinging as his brain fully absorbs what’s happening. The hand rubs his cunt a little, the palm almost soothing over the sting. Johnny wants to cry.

The man’s hand moves to his zipper, and Johnny can feel the exact moment his cock pops out to rest along his back. It’s fucking massive, heavy and hot against his skin. He whimpers involuntarily at the sensation, squeezes his legs and lips shut.

“Please, don’t,” he tries again, despising the slight waver in his voice. He clenches his fists tight against the wall, pushes until they throb with pain and offer a distraction from the horror happening to him.

The man pets his ass like you would rub a panicked animal, slow and almost soothing if it was in any other context. In this context, a tear slips down Johnny’s face and he clenches his jaw so tightly his teeth ache.

The man doesn’t stretch him at all, another cruelty. He rubs two fingers over Soap’s little dick for a moment, just until his body works against him and starts dripping slick down onto the man’s fingers. Johnny’s never hated his stupidly high libido as much as he does in that moment.

He whimpers when he feels the heat of the man’s cock at his entrance, gets another slow stroke from his ass to his back and down again. The false intimacy stings almost as much as the slow slide of a thick cock into his hole.

He whines again, tries to jerk his hips away from the invasion but can only go so far with the wall blocking his movement. Even with his total inability to get away, the man behind him lands several thudding blows against his ass for the struggle. Johnny stomps his foot at the sensation, bites his lip to hold in a cry, and is almost positive he hears a low laugh.

The man isn’t gentle in his fucking. He gives Johnny’s poor cunt no time to adjust, hardly spends a second buried inside of him before he’s pulling back out and thrusting in. His pace is merciless, deep and hard thrusts that make Johnny feel like his guts are being rearranged. He covers his mouth with both hands to muffle his involuntary moans, refuses to give the man assaulting him anything else.

A hand moves from his hip to the front of his body to press flat, and Johnny nearly wails when he realizes the man is tracing his own cock through Johnny’s stomach. The pressure there makes everything more intense, makes the cock inside him feel even more impossibly large.

That same hand moves down to his clit a few thrusts later, rubs at his slick cock until Johnny is kicking desperately at the wall as he comes, nearly biting his tongue off with how hard he’s pinching it between his teeth.

The man doesn’t stop once Johnny’s come, keeps rubbing at his clit to force his hole to milk his cock. Johnny’s always been very sensitive after an orgasm, and he nearly goes limp after this one, letting his legs hang like dead weight from the hole in the wall. He uses all his focus to keep from moaning and shouting, body giving up on escaping the horrible pleasure.

That concession gets him another stroke across his ass, and Johnny is reminded of how much he despises the false affection. The man can’t force comfort into this terrible act, Johnny won’t let him.

He loses his mind a bit until the man finally comes, sinking into the sensation of a cock pounding him with no regard for his own wants. The man grunts and buries himself balls-deep when he finishes, and Johnny can’t help the audible whine when he feels the hot come coating his insides.

The noise he hears now is definitely a laugh, and the little pat-pat to his ass is just rubbing salt in the wound. He keens again, sniffles as he feels tears slip down his nose.

The man lets himself soften fully inside of Johnny before pulling out, tucking his own cock away before yanking Johnny’s boxers and pants back up in one go. He’s perfunctory about it, completely unattached as he gives him a final pat over his sore cunt and then steps away.

Johnny only lets himself sob audibly once before he forces the noises down, swallows thickly and focuses all his energy on not screaming.

He’s not sure how long he stays in the wall, the feeling of cum dripping out of his hole and into his boxers making him want to start crying all over again.

Eventually, minutes or hours later, Ghost comes strolling in the room.

Johnny can’t even bring himself to care that he’s never looked more pathetic in front of his Lieutenant, just throws his weight forward and cries out in relief. “Oh, fuck, thank God, L.t., you gotta get me out of here.”

Ghost’s chuckle is low and rumbling, a little mean. “Got yourself stuck, MacTavish?”

“Don’t be a daft cunt, Simon, fucking help me,” Johnny snarls, any and all self control long-since depleted and gone.

The energy in the room shifts as soon as the words are out of his mouth, his Lieutenant taking quick steps forward and grabbing Johnny roughly by the chin, yanking him up until they’re near eye level. Johnny flails a bit, wraps both hands around Ghost’s forearms for even a hint of stability. 

“Watch your mouth, Sergeant,” Ghost rumbles, low and quiet. “I’ll let it slide this time, since you’ve clearly lost your head, but you’ll speak to me with respect or you won’t speak at all. Understood?”

Johnny tries to nod as best he can, gets a harsh shake of his face. “Answer me, Johnny.”

“Y-yes, Sir. Understood. ‘M sorry, it’s just…” he trails off when Ghost shifts his hand to stroke a thumb over his chin, the intimacy both shocking and too much for Johnny’s fragile mental state. He feels like he might shatter right in Ghost's palm. “Please, please help me, sir?”

There’s a smirk in Ghost’s voice when he speaks next. “Good boy, remembering your manners. Of course I’ll help you, Sergeant. What, did you think I’d leave you here, all vulnerable for anyone to see? Wouldn’t do that to you, Johnny.”

He nearly starts sobbing again when Simon helps yank him through the wall the rest of the way, stays dead silent for the rest of the mission and pointedly ignores the way Simon's eyes crease at the corners, the long looks he keeps feeling even with his head ducked low and his eyes downcast.

It doesn’t occur to him to ask why Ghost was in that building, he’s too preoccupied thanking any higher powers watching that his mistake doesn’t get mentioned to anyone on the team or - God forbid - put into the mission report. He does his best to wipe the horrible night from his memory.

[peaxhxhair]

Identity - Venture (TEASER - KOFI EXCLUSIVE!!)

Pairing: Sloan Cameron x Trans!(FTM) Reader :)

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"Are you lost?" The question was scary, so you ignored it - hoping whoever was asking it would go away. They weren't about to leave so easily, though.

"You should put a coat on" you barely heard their words over the sound of your teeth clicking together. You had refused to bring anything that she would have worn. You weren't her anymore. So, you left your clothes behind - including coats.

You ignore their words, until that person sits down beside you - the heels of their boots digging into the snow around you. A kid - your age, with the biggest grin on their face. You noticed the chip in their front tooth as you looked at them.

"I don't...uh.." You voice gets lost in your throat, and you look away - your chin resting on your knees as you pull them up to your chest. You avoid looking in their direction - until something gets draped over your shoulders. As you turn to them again, you notice they had given you their own coat. It makes you smile.

"I'm Sloan" They hold their hand out to you. You're hesitant, but you do shake their hand. You tell them your name. The one that YOU like.

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[choking-on-ice]

South Park College Headcanons

I lost power for most to the day today, so I sat at a coffee shop and just killed time writing down headcanons for every SP character I could think of.

there's alot of them, but hopefully somebody out there finds these fun

Butters

Gender fluid / non-conforming

Saved up enough to move into dorms away from their parents

Autistic and very gullible still

has learned to stand up for themself and their friends better

Got fed up in senior year and spiked Cartman's drink w/ laxatives and locked him outside at a house party

Ppl secretly fear them a lil after that

Kept their baby face and a bit of chub

Still plays for Stan's death metal band

has a strange relationship w/ Kyle (who's grappling w/ some denied queerness)

still an absolute sweetheart

drinks at parties and smokes w/ friends, even tho everyone assumes they dont

their parents still totally suck

Kenny

revolving door of jobs cuz he gets bored easily, but is always selling weed on the side

Ran into more drug problems through highschool after his troubles cheesing

Went to rehab with Tweek and Stan, got clean, and is closer to them than ever before now

Butters stood by him at the peak of his addiction and now he would (and probably has) jump in front of a bullet for him

Joined the robotics club in HS

Pursuing an engineering degree w/ an academic scholarship

Still works as Mysterion, just w/out the undies over his pants

thinks it's funny to cockblock his friends

is kind of a player, but not a dick abt it

flirts alot, thinks it's fun to flirt w/ Tweek and Butters bc they never grew immune to his BS like the others

the idea of one of them reciprocating any flirting is terrifying to him tho

cuz he has a massive inferiority complex and lives in denial that he has real romantic feelings for anyone

ultimate rizz

Stan

Still fronts his death metal band

hopeless romentic

Bonded w/ Tweek over their crappy home lives when Tweek starts delivering to Tegridy Farm

Grew closer w/ Kenny when he found out he was in the same rehab program as him and Tweek

stronk farmboy, also p tanned which juxtaposes his alt style

Opens up to smoking weed in college now that he's sober

emotionally intelligent

NOT emotionally communicative / available tho

bottles stuff up

only knows how to vent when drunk, then later thru music

Kyle

jaded w/ a chip on his shoulder

prone to knee jerk reactions

throws hands at the drop of a hat

usually throws the first punch

kept playing sports after hs - football in college and basketball recreationally

did debate w/ wendy in HS

still bffs with stan, even tho they dont have many shared hobbies anymore

Craig

autistic

rizzless

doesn't rlly need game tho cuz he's only had eyes for Tweek, and Tweek's a mess

monotone + flat expression intimidates some people

has rep of being an asshole, it's only half true

is considered rebellious, but he just sees it as doing what he wants to do not what other ppl want him to

slow to anger, has never thrown the first punch

grew up to be tall and broad like his father at his age

his dad pushed him into playing football, after HS he only plays bc his friends are on the team and doesn't care much about winning

likes old school indie music, underground shows, and obscure bands, isn't pretentious about it tho

when Kenny tells him about the Tweek's drugging Tweek (and the rest of town) he loses it and has to get talked down from strangling Mr Tweek

Tweek

autistic + adhd

loves deathmetal, hardstyle EDM, death rap, and hardcore music in gen

bonds w/ Stan in late HS as he makes deliveries for the coffee shop up to the farm

Kenny and him are acquainted since Kenny delivers ingerdients to the shop

loves fantasy - LoTR, D&D, etc.

Trans FtM (cuz i am and i project onto my faves lol)

Finds out from Craig and Kenny that his parents have been drugging him w/ meth in the coffee since he was a child

spirals after this and has trouble trusting people, questioning everything and everyone in his life

becomes rlly close w/ Kenny and Stan when they all attend rehab together

moves out before HS even ends, couch surfing for the summer until he can move into the dorms

sobering up lets him gain some weight and he begins to look less sickly

I have more on the other characters, but I have arthritis and typing this much killed my fingers already. Hope u enjoyed if u got this far

[knoxmares]

April Showers Day 1 - Leaking

MINORS DNI

tags: gn dom reader, sub ftm trans idia, piss, implied snz kink, a dash of dumbification, possibly ooc idia

Eyes focused on the movie playing on the laptop in front of you, you grab another handful of chips, picking out one to offer to Idia who is currently resting his head on your shoulder. This is more or less what you’ve done all day, enjoying the epitome of a lazy day as you alternate between playing video games and watching movies. He happily accepts slipping the straw of his drink out of his lips so he can open his mouth for you. 

As he crunches the chip you think how something like that would have flustered your boyfriend before, but he’s become much more confident in navigating all the different aspects of your relationship now. You give the top of his hand two little taps to express your fondness and leave your hand on top of his, absentmindedly tracing shapes on his cool skin as your attention shifts back to the movie. 

You’re only reminded of the prolonged contact when his hand is ripped away from you, his head also leaving your shoulder as he lets out a loud sneeze. He stays frozen for a moment, hand still over his face and you gaze at him with piqued curiosity. Wide yellow eyes shift to you and the faintest shade of pink flickers in the tips of his hair. 

“What’s wrong? Need a tissue?” You do your best to keep your expression neutral as to not betray your excitement at the prospect. 

“Oh! No” He’s quick to answer, eyes quickly flitting to the hand he takes off his face as if to confirm he doesn’t need one. He rubs the palm on his shirt anyway, which turns into anxiously playing with the neckline. “I just…um…nevermind.” 

“Okay…” you’ve never been one to push Idia, so you give him a moment, alleviating the pressure by facing the movie again. You can’t become fully invested again, however, all too aware of how Idia has shifted his body away from you. Previously he sat cross legged but now his legs are pressed together, knees pointing away from you, and the rosy tendrils of his hair grow increasingly vibrant. You’re only allowed to sneak glances at him because his eyes are very deliberately pointed to the screen although you’re positive his mind is racing elsewhere. This is confirmed when he suddenly speaks up.

“I…uh…didn’t need the tissue” he chews on his lip before continuing. “But when I sneezed…I..there was something…that happened…came out….I mean” He closes his eyes as if bracing for your reaction. Your lips part in surprise but quickly twist into a smile. You have a very good idea of what he means, but you’d much rather hear it from his lips. 

“What happened, baby?” You gently prod. 

“I didn’t realize that I had to… that it was full…” yellow eyes finally glance at you again, but they quickly shift to the opposite corner of the room so he can finish his sentence. “I peed a little…” 

“Oh…did you?” Your tone is one of pleasant surprise. 

“I guess my bladder could use some more EXP” He mumbles. It’s only the slightest movement, but you don’t miss how he rubs his thighs together.

“Perhaps it’s time for another boss encounter then” you tuck a piece of Idia’s hair behind his ear letting your fingertips trail down his neck as you enjoy his subtle shiver under your touch. “Feeling up to it?”

He nods quickly, licking his lips in anticipation. Moving the laptop you position yourself in front of him. “Let’s get these off, yeah” He nods again. 

“Can’t speak, baby? Are you too excited or too distracted by how full you are, huh?” He lets out a soft moan at your words.

“Which is it?” You tease the band of his sweats, letting them snap back onto his skin and watch as he tries his best not to squirm.

“Both. Please just take them off” He manages to get out. His desperation shows as he clumsily tries to help you, panting lightly afterwards as he allows you to guide his legs apart. You tsk at the sight that awaits you.

“I thought you said it was a little leak… I was expecting a spot maybe this big” You tease him by tracing a small circle over his underwear, intentionally avoiding his small, swollen cock. He mewls at the contact just barely shifting.

“But your underwear is soaked baby. Why don’t you feel how wet you are.” You take his hand in yours and guide his fingertips over the outline of the damp stain on his grey briefs. When they graze over his tip, he muffles a gasp, bucking his hips into his own hand. You help him apply more pressure to the sensitive area, delighting in the way he moans and tries to squeeze his thighs together.

“Can’t make it too easy for you” You keep his legs apart, continuing to stroke his length through his underwear when his own hand stops. You can tell he’s building up to a climax so you slow your motions, teasing him. Your other hand drifts under his shirt finding the bulge of his bladder. 

“Look at that” you slightly press on it causing Idia to whimper. “No wonder you had such a big leak. You’re so full, baby. Practically bursting and you didn’t even know. I bet it’d feel nice to let it all go”

“Please” he begs. You hadn’t intended to let him gain relief so easily, but the way he writhed under the small pressure of your hand was too hard to resist. You pressed down further, massaging his bladder, and pinch his tip at the same time, making him release a strangled moan. The piss comes first, stain growing quickly and leaking out onto his thighs. He twitches under your touch, climax coming soon after. 

After you help him ride out his orgasm, you place a soft kiss on his still sensitive tip, eliciting a weak whine from his lips. 

“Gained 100 EXP” he mutters.

You chuckle moving up to place another kiss on his lips this time. “Very deserved. Now let’s focus on that HP.”

[alex-dontknow]

proper portrait of my human tabi design + more hcs :]

@k1rameki @lightgriffinsect @shippin-my-sanses

trans ftm + bisexual demiromantic

currently still pre-surgery

autistic, narcoleptic, bpd, c-ptsd, dpdr and severe philophobia

misophonic - very easily upset by certain noises

also clinically depressed- yes he did end up getting assessed

even with the metal filling the chipped horn is incredibly sensitive

still has the tail :3

the shockwave from the explosion left him partially deaf, so his hearing's a bit fucked

incredibly paranoid.

ghost roots ‼️‼️

some parts of his body are still invisible such as areas around his limbs and midsection

actually loves having his hair played with or stroked. reminds him he's still human

sometimes needs support moving about cuz his joints and bones are a bit fucked — on worse days he uses a cane

chronic fatigue. oops

FRECKLES :3

should not be in charge of his own nutrition. seriously, pot noodles and marshmallows????

[leviathans-watching]

I saw that your requests are open and I'd like to request a short fic of trans masc mc who ends up syncing their period with a trans masc Diavolo. (I saw trans masc dia mentioned briefly in your fic "mc on her period" and it made me sooo happy! I literally do not have enough words to describe how happy it made me)

It's okay if you can't write it though. I don't mind it's completely understandable!! /G

syncing periods with diavolo

includes: diavolo & barbatos & ftm!mc (he/him pronouns)

wc: .5k | rated g | m.list

a/n: TYSM i hope you enjoy this!! im glad you liked the prev fic!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or cleave feedback so come say hello!!

warnings: mentions of periods, cramps, eating, and medication

please reblog <33

diavolo: want to come over for movies and takeout tonight?

mc: um yeah obv?? any particular reason?

diavolo: ugh i just started my period and want some company

mc: WAIT TWINSSSSS

mc: ill be over in a few :0

barbatos meets you at the door, taking your jacket.

“hello, mc,” he says with that quiet musicality of his, giving you a smile. “lord diavolo’s all set up in the main sitting room. do you need anything to eat? drink?”

“the only thing i need,” you say swiftly, “is for you to sit your butt down and watch cheesy movies with us.”

he chuckles. “alright, i’ll be along shortly.”

you make your way to the living room, where diavolo is sprawled across the massive l-shaped couch. he brightens immediately upon seeing you, giving you a grin. “and he’s here,” he says grandoisely, gesturing for you to take a seat. “how are you?”

“oh, you know,” you say with an answering smile. “ready to devour some greasy food and ice cream.”

“no, same,” he says, reaching for a stack of menus sitting on the table.“what are you in the mood for?”

while you and diavolo decide on dinner, barbatos enters the room, adding another blanket to the many already thrown on the couch. he sets a couple of bottles of water onto the coffeetable, giving you a look.

“remeber to drink water tonight too.”

“I will, i will,” you reply, touched by his chiding. “how does babylon curry sound?”

“good,” he replies, and diavolo places an order. it takes a while to decide on a sufficient movie, but once you do, the three of you snuggle together, eating chips and yes, barbatos, drinking water.

once the food finally arrives, you sent barbatos to get it, as you and diavolo are thoroughly wrapped in blankets and honestly, just not in the mood to stand. he brings it back and you both pounce.

“this seriously hits the spot,” you sigh, and diavolo makes a noise of agreement, shoveling bites into his mouth. barbatos throws him a napkin, something he accepts sheepishly. you laugh and he sticks his tongue out at you.

time passes, and your cramps come and go, abated by the medication diavolo has on hand. the movie ends, and you start up another one, but before you know it, diavolo, and, surprisingly enough, barbatos are passed out, heads on your shoulders. you bite back a smile, glad you don’t need to get up to change your pad/tampon/diva cup/etc. any time soon. maybe you’ll just go to sleep too.

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[rockyfr0g]

Dumping some random Kavetham headcanons (one is a bit nsfw):

Kaveh has naturally blonde hair, but dyed it brown after his father died, to keep his mother from being sad when she looked at him. He has let it grow out since she moved to Fontaine, and now only the tips of his hair are brown

Kaveh is genderfluid and uses she/her and he/him, while Alhaitham is ftm trans and uses he/him only

Alhaitham keeps his nails relatively short, whereas Kaveh's are a fair bit longer. (he once shortened her nails because a couple chipped while she worked, Alhaitham was sad until they grew out again)

adding onto that: Alhaitham likes Kaveh to keep her nails long because he likes when she scratches his back during sex

Alhaitham is autistic and goes nonverbal sometimes (especially when he's stressed or overwhelmed). He and Kaveh have begun writing notes to each other to communicate when he goes nonverbal

Kaveh has ADHD and BPD

Kaveh fell first, but Alhaitham fell so much harder

Whenever Kaveh spends too long working on a project, Alhaitham will quietly slide glasses of water or plates of food onto his desk (always food that takes a while to go bad), so that when Kaveh stops she has something to eat and drink

Kavehs love languages are physical touch and gift giving, whereas Alhaithams are acts of service and quality time.

Whenever Kaveh has to go away for work, Alhaitham will do nothing but wait around for him to return, sometimes forgetting to eat properly