#ftm trans patton

[demisexualwriter1987]

I actually wonder- I once saw a fic where the sides were talking about Thomas was dating a closeted trans man and fans were questioning if he was really gay so should they tell people or not.

Does anyone else know if there’s any other fics similar to that? I think it would be interesting.

[kormenhq]

Fan Fiction Requests!

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

Request Rules & Characters

Rules::

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-I only write for the characters not real people.

Characters I write for::

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

- Any Jacksepticeye ego (Love these guys as well)

- Loki (Marvel)

- Gillion Tidestrider (Just roll with it)

- Chip (Just roll with it)

- Jay Ferin (Just roll with it)

- Spider man/Peter parker

- Oliver Swift (Dialtown)

- Randy Jade (Dialtown)

- Karen Dunn (Dialtown)

- Norm (Dialtown)

- Phonegingi (Dialtown)

- Ranboo (DSMP)

- Slimecicle (DSMP)

- Jack Manifold (DSMP)

- Jschlatt (DSMP)

- Philza (DSMP)

- Quackity (DSMP)

- Tommy innit (DSMP)

- Wilbur soot (DSMP)

- Red Guy (DHMIS)

- Duck (DHMIS)

- Yellow Guy (DHMIS)

- Nagito (Danganronpa)

- Kokichi (Danganronpa)

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

- Janus (Sanders sides)

- Virgil (Sanders sides)

- Remus (Sanders sides)

- Roman (Sanders sides)

- Patton (Sanders sides)

- Logan (Sanders sides)

[homosexual-radio-host]

Sander sides on you coming out as trans (ftm)

Logan

You have something to tell me? it's important? ok what is it?

he actually puts his book down for you

Oh you're trans? Thank you for telling me I am aware that that is a hard thing to do, what would you prefer me to call you?

Suitable name, pronouns noted, thank you for trusting me

Will slam transphobes with logical reasoning about how they are idiots

Will also slam transphobes with whatever he happens to be holding

He does occasionally lose his temper as we've seen

(Name) Have you taken off that binder at all recently? No? Well that won't do, completely unsafe, You know that can actually negatively affect potential at top surgery...

Patton

Hiya kiddo! of course I got time to talk:D

You're trans? Oh wow that's great thanks for telling me kiddo! What are your pronouns?

Oh well that's a swell name kiddo (Immidiately gives you a cute little nickname based on it)

Would be the type of guy to get you stuff with the trans flag on it

"Here kiddo this sweaters got trans colors :D"

The type to passive aggresively correct people

"Where's (name)?" "She's over there" Envoke blank stare and "I don't see any she's... Oh but there's (Name) great i'll go see HIM"

Roman

You're trans? Why wonderful, Now there are two handsome princes!

He/him, got it, any new title? Ah a wonderful name prince (name)!

Will stab ppl who misgender you intentionally with his sword

Takes you shopping

Judges your fashion sense

Virgil

What is it? Oh ok, cool, so he/him then? and (name) sick

He only lets you borrow his hoodie, with anyone else it's on sight

Also a passive aggresive corrector

But if it's repetitive and obviously intentional he might hiss

"Holy shit it's he/him even im not that fucking stupid" (To the dismay of Patton at that slight self deprication

Teaches you to do eyeliner

You two would go insane to Mama by mcr (Emo trans anthem)

Janus

Hello (Dramatic drawl) "He/him and (name)? Ok"

Idk how to write this because he's a liar but I feel like he would want to be genuine abt this at least

Don't want his lying to make him seem transphobic

Obviously I don't care (name)

Would go OFF on transphobes, he is the drama he would literally scare them with just his words

Oh yea cause it's SO hard to remember one thing

Take off the binder. Yea no use lying I AM lies, take it off

Quietly supportive

Remus

Yea I know you're trans I read your diary, Now as I was saying can I eat your deaodorant? Oh who am I kidding I'm going to anyways

If someone is transphobic he would probably just hurt them, physically, maybe eat them idk

Om nom bitch

He would offer his clothes but you wouldn't want them for a multitude of reasons

Gross, stinky

Also don't trust him to shop for you he would get you the ugliest things ever on purpose

"So she" "He" "Right so anyways she" *kills them*

At least he gave em one chance

[basilzebub]

Queer Tumbler help me, I'm in dire need of a name. I'm generally unlabeled, but to simplify my general existence, I'm ftm trans, I go by they/them, and my general gender envy is fluffy men and/or grown up Ritchie from IT chapter 2.

Anyways, I'm currently nameless and baby naming websites are not helping, can yall help me figure out my name?

Names that I will say no to because reasons like, I know someone or I've tried it aready: Milo, Harvey, Aaron, Kai, Alex, and Patton

[emphoenixcat]

Hey so I know I haven't made a request or really said hi in a while, but I'm back now(I think) and I was wondering if you could do another logicality (sorry that's all I ask for😂) where Pattons a ftm trans and he's having a bad day bc of dysphoria and Logan's there to help him out like "no you don't look too feminine it's perfectly okay for you to love the color baby blue, your may baby boy and no one will ever change that" and Logan's just trying so hard to make sure Patton love's himself

Warnings: gender dysphoria

It was a beautiful shirt and it still appealed to him, but it wasn’t the same as before.

Patton sighed sadly as he looked at the pastel blue top with a light floral design. He kind of wanted to wear it to dinner tonight. He just wasn’t sure how it would look on him. And if it would look right.

Logan was treating him to a movie with friends and a special birthday dinner afterwards. Patton was super excited about what his boyfriend had planned, but….he couldn’t decide what to wear. His wardrobe mostly consisted of pastels. He loved lighter colors, particularly baby blue. The only problem was how they looked on him.

“Almost ready, honey?” Logan called from the other room.

“Uh, yeah. I’m just–I’m just picking out what to wear,” he called back.

Logan stood in the doorway, wearing a dark blue button-down shirt with a black tie and black slacks. “Would you like some help deciding?”

“Nah, I think I have it narrowed down….” he turned to Logan. “Wow, Lo. You look really good,” Patton said as he wondered, not for the first time, how he had gotten such a handsome boyfriend.

His boyfriend smirked, ducking his head as a light pink dusted his cheeks, “Never as good as you.”

Patton wanted to say something to negate that comment, but thought better of it. Instead he gave a reassuring smile and told Logan that he would only be a moment as he went to the bathroom to get changed.

He closed the door behind him and blinked back at the reflection before him.

Today was supposed to be his day of celebration. It was a day to be surrounded by loved ones and their wonderful support. That’s what it was going to be and he was extremely thankful for it and yet….something was terribly off today.

He glared at the mirror before him, hoping that it wouldn’t ruin his entire day. The image left him with a horrible feeling of dissatisfaction that he tried to ignore as he turned away to change into his attire.

Everything in place and shirt tucked into dark grey khakis, Patton finally allowed himself to look upon his reflection once more. He sucked in a deep breath and bit back tears as the feeling washed over him, somehow stronger than before.

He would never pass. His entire sense of style would have to change before he could ever pass.

Patton felt like ripping his hair out, his entire sense of self coming into question. His relationship coming into question….because how could a guy as great as Logan ever see a guy like Patton as handsome? It just didn’t make any sense.

The mirror mocked him with the image of person whose body was just a little too short and whose face was just a little too smooth. His arms seemed so scrawny and he felt that he wasn’t strong enough. Staring and staring, eyes glued to the looking-glass, he noted the chest that wasn’t flat enough yet. He blinked rapidly and his eyes glistened with unshed tears as he continued to gaze at the person that was him, but not him. A reflection that was wrong in so many many ways.

There was a soft knock on the door, “Patton? Are you alright?”

“Y–yes,” Patton said, cursing himself for letting his voice waver.

“Please don’t lie. If something is wrong, I’d like the opportunity to help in any way I can.” There was sigh on the other side and Logan’s voice was a gentle murmur, “You mean the world to me, Patton. I just want to help. Will you let me in? Please?”

There was an audible click as the door was unlocked. Patton huddled in the corner of the room, feeling ashamed of his shift in mood. Today wasn’t meant to be sad. Logan had already done so much to make Patton feel happy and now he felt–he felt like he was ruining it.

Logan opened the door and his gaze found Patton standing in the corner, looking sheepish. His hair was all out of place because of how much he had pulled at it in frustration and his eyes were wet with barely held back tears.

“Oh, Pat. Come here,” Logan opened his arms for the other. Patton stepped forward, grateful for the comforting embrace.

Logan wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, lightly running his hands through the other’s hair and combing out the knots. “Would you like to tell me what’s wrong? We can always cancel tonight’s plans and stay in if going out is too much pressure at the moment. It is your birthday after all. And I wouldn’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s not that,” Patton said, his voice muffled. He hid his face in Logan’s shoulder.

“Then what is it, dear?”

Patton rubbed at his eyes, “I–I don’t–I can’t wear this without looking like–like–”

“Shh, remember to breathe. Slow deep breaths like what Virgil taught you. In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight.”

Once he was calm enough to speak again, Patton moved back so Logan could see his face. “I’m sorry for ruining things, Lo. I shouldn’t be like this on my birthday.”

“Nonsense. This is your day and even if it wasn’t, your emotions are valid. Speaking of which….you can cry if you need to. You seem to be holding back tears and I don’t understand why. It can’t possibly be comfortable.”

Patton shook his head, it wasn’t. He could feel the lump at the back of his throat and his eyes stung with the effort, but he was trying his best to stay strong. “I don’t want to cry in front of you.”

Logan just blinked, “Wh–why not?”

“Because….you’re always so level-headed. I feel like an emotional wreck compared to you.”

“You think that I–” Logan chuckled, “You think I’m level-headed? That I don’t cry sometimes too? Everybody cries, Pat. Everyone is allowed to and so are you.”

“Even if it’s stupid? Because it’s really stupid, Lo,” he gave a bitter laugh, “It’s about clothes. I’m crying about clothes. I’m just so–I can’t wear what I want to wear because–because I look too feminine otherwise,” Patton finally finished, the hot teardrops trailing down his cheeks. He was so angry at himself.

He felt hands gently removing his glasses and brushing the tears away and he glanced up to see Logan’s concerned frown.

“You look good in what you’re wearing, I promise you. And it isn’t stupid at all. It’s okay to feel unconfident and discontent sometimes. It’s normal, but you have to understand that you are the most attractive man I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay eyes upon,” Logan said as he pressed a warm kiss on the other’s temple.

“Y–you don’t think baby blue is too feminine on me?” Patton asked, blushing lightly.

“No, you don’t look too feminine. It’s perfectly okay for you to like the color baby blue, you’re my baby boy and no one will ever change that,” Logan smiled reassuringly as Patton’s blush deepened at his words.

He breathed out a sigh of relief, “You really mean that?”

“I never speak in falsehoods, my honey bee”

Patton couldn’t help but grin at the nickname, “I love you, Lo.”

“I love you t–”

Before Logan could finish his sentence, Patton tugged at his tie and brought him in for a proper kiss. And it was Logan’s turn to blush.

General Tag List: @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms @anxious-but-whatever @tellmehowtoexist @heir-of-the-founders @maizieandbirds @theresneverenoughfandoms

[goodieghosty]

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[brandstifter-sys]

Batter Up

@dukexietyweek​ Day 5 - School 

Word Count: 2680                (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Characters: Remus, Virgil, Patton

Rating: T

Warnings: mild innuendo

Virgil used to play softball before coming out and moving in with his brother. In this new school he doesn't touch sports, except for gym class and watching the baseball team practice, for artistic reasons, and because he has a crush on one of the players, Remus. But one day after accidentally breaking a bat and Remus' windshield in gym, Virgil gets a surprising offer from Remus, to show him a thing or two about the sport. Virgil tries to play dumb about the game and breaking the windshield just to get this kind of time with Remus, but who's to say Remus isn't trying the exact same thing to get closer to the shy emo?

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No one seemed to think he would be capable of any great physical feat, but he didn't like to put himself out there so he couldn't blame them. Virgil was just glad that no one he particularly cared about was in his gym class.

"Oh shit," he grumbled under his breath, holding the dented metal bat in both hands. Everyone else was staring off in the distance, watching the arc of the baseball he gutted fall in the distance.

"Virgil, have you ever played on a team before?" Coach Patton asked from the mound. Virgil shook his head and shied away from the fresh-out-of-college teacher. It was a lie but he was not about to admit he played softball before he moved to this town with his brother.

"Well you have a knack for it! If you want to join the team, let me know!" Patton chuckled and pulled another ball from his pocket, "But I need you to go back inside to switch out that bat."

Virgil had never been happier to get away from class than in that moment. The ball landed in the parking lot and set off a car alarm. His classmates were starting to stare. He carried his shame across the lawn and into the gym, grateful he didn't get drafted or scolded. He didn't need that attention from anyone, ever.

Almost anyone.

Virgil could admit he liked watching the school team practicing, judging their stances and strategies from behind the bleachers. He had no problem with sketching the players in action, it was great practice, but one always stood out. Remigio Alesini, or Remus as he preferred. He wanted to catch Remus' attention.

Virgil couldn't help but notice him—he was loud, proud, and had a unique way of moving. That and he was weirdly charming, sweet and vile, a chaotic blend of energy in a handsome meat suit. He was smart, strong, kind, and he had a lot of friends. Virgil hated having a crush on him of all people.

Rather than dwell on the guy who had to repeat kindergarten and wasn’t in his gym class, Virgil flicked on the lights in the supply room and sought out a new bat, hoping that his unofficial home run wasn't the hot topic still. He would be surprised at how long it would haunt him.

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It was after hours and Virgil was behind the bleachers, sketch pad out and pencil ready. He was working on a more detailed sketch of Remus and wanted another look at those bright features. But as the team finished running laps, Virgil caught sight of Remus' concerned expression.

"Hey Ree, what's doin'?" one of his teammates asked as they gathered their equipment.

"My windshield has a wad of ball guts jammed into it, it's not a big deal but whichever one of you chuckle fucks did it is gonna pay!" Remus laughed, and laughed harder and at the teammate's expression—sheer terror. Virgil was twice as terrified.

"Can't get your crush with a busted windshield?" a different teammate, Remy, jeered.

"You still have the hots for his brother, you have no room to talk!" Remus grinned, "Especially when you're dating my brother!"

"Alright boys and non-binary sluggers," Coach Patton said as he approached the dugout, "Save the chatter for later, we have to be ready for the game on Friday! Get in the field and have a catch while I set up the bags!"

"But we were talking about Ree's busted windshield!" Dave, the shortstop with a wild mop of hair and glasses, countered.

"So that's the car that got hit!" Patton mused. Virgil froze and prayed Patton would keep his mouth shut. He did not want Remus to be pissed off at him, or the rest of the team, but unlike them, Remus mattered to him.

"Who did it? When did it happen?"

"It was during one of my gym classes today, and I was stunned! I don't think I ever saw anyone do that in real time! He was just as shocked, I think!"

"Who was he?" Remy pressed.

"That's not important right now, it's baseball time!" Patton said, "Now go partner up!"

Virgil sighed in relief as the team split up to practice. Patton could keep quiet so he could get back to drawing.

About an hour and a half later, he was adding detail to a sketch of Remus when he was batting. Each curve had to be precise, all the proportions correct, the energy in the pose perfect before he could add those eyes and that smirk. He didn't even realize that the majority of the team was gone.

"Hey there!" Remus greeted him from behind, making Virgil jolt and clutch his sketchbook to his chest.

"Easy! Sorry for spooking you!" Remus chuckled, "Thought you might want to get out of here since all the models are gone—except me, but I don't mind modeling for you in a more private setting!" He winked, getting Virgil to turn red.

"I don't draw nudes, if that's what you're thinking," Virgil grumbled, wishing he could disintegrate on the spot. Remus beamed, his cheeks taking on a pink hue.

"Now I'm thinking about it! But I get the impression you're looking for some dynamic poses that require clothes—or you really like baseball!"

"I mean, yeah, both, but it's not a big deal. Shouldn't you be with your team?"

"Nope! They trust the gym showers and I don't! Besides, I've been meaning to talk to you since you're always here!"

"I can go if it's a proble—"

"No! It's cool!" Remus cut him off quickly, "I'd like to see what you're drawing if that's cool, and if not maybe I could show you some stuff like using a glove or batting since they're doing baseball in gym and stuff!" He was grinning like crazy and Virgil was sure his heart was going to explode. This was the perfect opportunity to get close without too much risk. He just had to play dumb to get the most out of this one-time chance.

"If you want to, you can show me some stuff, but you don't have to," Virgil shrugged and rubbed his neck shyly.

"I want to show you a lot of stuff, Virge, but let's stick with baseball!" Remus giggled and took Virgil's hand, internally screaming when the emo decided to hold it and get up.

"You can show me other stuff another time," Virgil grumbled and prayed he wouldn't make a fool of himself.

"Only with permission!" Remus laughed, a genuinely amused kind of laugh, and dragged Virgil onto the field towards the dugouts.

"So, uh, what are you showing me?" Virgil stammered, kicking himself for being so timid. Remus didn't seem to notice it, or at least he didn't acknowledge it.

"Well I was thinking about showing you how to throw, maybe pitch, and then how to hold a bat! But if there's anything you want me to show you, I can! As long as it's not too illegal—I'm not about to expose a minor to—"

"I'm eighteen. Try again," Virgil cut him off and scowled. He was baby-faced, sure, but that didn't mean he was that young. He frowned at Remus, who was digging through a storage box by the home team dugout.

"There's still other kids on school grounds! You're not stuck here alone with me!" Remus jeered and pulled out a mitt. He tossed it to Virgil and grabbed a ball.

"You know how to put that on, right?" Remus teased as Virgil stared at the mitt. He knew that he was not holding a standard glove, it was a catcher's mitt, but if he said anything, Remus might catch on that he knew far too much to need this.

"No, it's not like I have to use one in gym class," Virgil retorted wryly—he was not about to play that dumb. Remus giggled and moseyed to the dugout bench and grabbed his own glove.

"Did they teach you how to catch a ball without getting hurt?"

"Yeah, use the mit like a scoop and try to catch with the webbing between the thumb and fingers. Unless that's wrong," Virgil answered. Remus smiled at him and nodded.

"I guess Patton taught you guys how to throw too. Good. Those are the most important parts of the game!"

"I guess they are," Virgil mumbled. He hadn't really thought about it. He was too preoccupied with keeping his eyes away from Remus and not staring too long. He heard Remus jog a short distance and glanced up to see him standing on the pitcher’s mound, his glove at the ready.

“Toss it here!” Remus called, bouncing on his heels, ready to dive if Virgil’s aim was off. Virgil relaxed his shoulders and planted his feet before rearing his arm back and snapping it forward, flinging the ball into Remus’ glove without much struggle. He paled when Remus cheered and ran to him.

“Okay! Pat taught you well! And my god you have a great arm! Since I don’t have to show you the basics, wanna learn to pitch? I’m usually third base, but I can cover the mound in a pinch so I’m not talking out my ass!”

“Shit spews from both ends?” Virgil scoffed, immediately regretting it. Remus just laughed, like a hyena.

“Now that’s the kind of spunk Remy wishes he had! C’mon, I’ll show you the technique and you can show me what you got!” Remus said and dragged Virgil to the mound leaving no room for argument.

“Alright so the first thing is your stance, you gotta stand with your side kinda pointed at the plate, whichever side you have the glove on,” Remus explained and stood on the mound, mimicking his own instructions, “Keep your feet shoulder width apart and your body straight, putting your weight on your back foot. Then you bring both your arms in front of you and in one motion and lift your front leg so it’s parallel to the ground, like this. And then you’ll bring that leg down in a wide step with your toes pointed at the plate, keeping your body facing either first or third base, and your arms up about shoulder height with the back one bent upward by the time your foot meets the ground. And you’re gonna push off with your back leg to get some real power as you throw, and you want to follow through, leaning over your front leg to really drive that ball home.” He repeated all the steps in one swift motion and hurled the ball over home plate, and into the fence behind it.  

Virgil was stunned, and he wasn’t going to tell Remus it was because his form was so bad but the throw was decent. Remus could live thinking he just impressed Virgil, he looked like he just won the biggest prize at a rigged carnival game, happy and flushed as he fetched the ball.

Virgil was less stunned and more startled when that ball came straight for him. He caught it without getting hurt but he would have liked some warning!

“Nice catch!” Remus beamed and ran over to him, dragging him to the pitcher’s mound, “Now you try!” He stepped back to give Virgil room and watched with interest as the emo took a deep breath and glared at the plate.

It was like second nature, he rocked his foot back and turned his other foot into the rubber pivot to keep from sliding. He reared his leg up and snapped forward, shifting his weight and moving his hips before his shoulders, lobbing the ball into the same fence, with more force behind his throw than Remus expected.

“Holy shit! That was awesome Virge! Do you always wear the hoodie to hide those arms? They’re probably so distracting!” Remus said and wrapped his arm around Virgil’s shoulders, “Oh yeah, you’re hiding some serious muscle under that hoodie! Lemme get you set to use them on the offensive!”

“You mean—?” Virgil muttered, willing away his blush and any latent feelings bubbling in his stomach. Remus was touching him and praising him, how was he supposed to keep his mind from racing?

“Batting! I won’t throw anything at you, but a good stance is important too! Hold that thought!” Remus giggled and took his glove. He skipped to the dugout box and swapped the glove for a bat. The same bat Virgil had to bring out earlier during gym class. He should have been more disturbed by it, but he was still a little put off enough to remember that he was the reason Remus would have to get a new windshield.

Remus dragged him to the plate and thrust the bat into his hands with a cheeky grin.

Virgil was weak in the knees, resting the bat on his shoulder as he tried not to think about Remus complimenting him over and over or that he accidentally cost Remus a trip to the mechanic. He wanted to believe there was something more there, like he wanted to pass out and not wake up.

"Alright, first," Remus said and placed his hands on Virgil's shoulders, "your footing is important," he nudged Virgil's feet into position with his own, pressing against his back, "they should be parallel like this."

"Oh—okay, um," Virgil winced. He couldn't have been that nervous! But when Remus slid his hands down his arms to his hands, Virgil wondered why he wasn't more nervous. That touch was far too gentle, almost reverent.

"You want to choke up on the bat more, like this—" he guided Virgil's hands on the bat, and didn't let go, "—and lift it off your shoulder." His breath was tickling Virgil's neck and Virgil could feel how close he was.

"Now bend your knees a bit and stick out your ass, and you'll be able to break my windshield again."

Virgil's breath caught in his throat and he dropped the bat. He was dead meat and his heart was racing.

"I—I–I'm sorry," he stammered, on the verge of tears. Remus hugged him and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"It was an accident. I'm not mad. I'm impressed! Coach told me all about it! And I thought you couldn't get any hotter!"

"What?"

"You're hot as hell and you gave me an excuse to talk to you, see how much skill you have, and ask you out!"

"Remus?"

"I've had a crush on you since freshman year! My god you have no idea how much of a spaz I was whenever I thought about you! Roman lost his shit I was so sappy and annoying! And that's saying something! I got over the craziness sorta but yeah I like you a lot!"

"Even if I—" Virgil winced and tried to keep from touching his binder.

"Even if you're not cis! You're you and I like that! So now you know what you're getting into if you agree to go to the movies with me since you busted up my car!"

"Can we get water ice and hang out instead?" Virgil asked and turned around in Remus' loose hold.

"I mean I wouldn't have the same chance to make out with you in the dark, but I like that idea!" he giggled.

"I could still kiss you if you want."

"Even if I want it right now?"

"Yeah," Virgil said and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, “but if you have time after the water ice, we can watch Zombieland at my place with the lights out.”

“That’s a dangerous compromise,” Remus giggled, his face a lovely cherry shade.

“If you try anything too crazy, I’ll show you how I really use a bat,” Virgil countered, only to have Remus pull him close and hug him while he bounced on his heels. It was hard to tell who was happier when Virgil hugged back. It was probably the coach watching the pair from a safe distance away. It was nice to see those kiddos finally getting together!

[reverse-moon]

You guys.

Guys, I'm actually a stupid idiot.

I made a video trailer for a fanfic.

It doesn't even say the trigger warnings for the fic and I'm too lazy to edit it.

[roman-eats-glitter]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[violets-and-books]

Okay, hear me out, hear me out, hear me out, hear me out, hear me out, hear me out!

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Non-binary!Patton and trans!Logan.

That is all, good day/night

[parker-writes-things]

- royal AU

- demus

- Remus is a prince, supposed to marry the princess of the enemy kingdom

- so he does

- they actually talk, get to know each other and catch feelings

- so the relationship is actually good

- but one day,,

- the princess isn't too talkative, has been spacing out a lot and just not paying attention

- every time Remus tries to call her name she's spaced out

- so Roman says she can tell him anything

- guess what

- "I'm trans"

- "oh okay"

- "you're not,,, mad?"

- "nah I'm bi lol"

- so they talk abt things

- "what's ur name?"

- "Janus but spelled different"

- Remus is like fuck yeah, he likes that it's spelled different than how it was before

- so he takes Janus out to get his hair cut n get different clothes n all that

- so they get his hair cut, and Remus is just *gay panic*

- They get him new clothes n a binder n all that, Janus tries the clothes on and Remus is *gay intensifies*

- and it's just,,, smoft

- Remus helps a lot when Janus feels rly dysphoric

- one time, when it's that time of the month, Janus is rly emotional and so Remus's just like "love? What's wrong?"

- Janus can't find the words

- he's just v upset n dysphoric

- so Remus cuddles him n he finally talks

- "what if I'm not rly a guy and I'm just faking it?"

- Remus reassures him he is a guy, and that he wouldn't question it if he was faking

- then Ree's like "hey Jan?"

- "hmm?"

- "you know how you wanted to start T?"

- Janus just starts crying like "oh my god bABE YOU DIDNT"

- "but I d i d"

- and just,,,,,,,, smoft

- and yeah lol I r e a l l y planned this out-

- Emile works at this cute lil bakery his parents own

- Remy comes in a lot, thing is, Emile has a huge crush on him

- But he thinks he isn't allowed to bc that's gay and ~internalized homophobia~

- One day, something happens and the doors are stuck shut

- So Remy and Emile are stuck there alone together

- So they talk

- And eventually Emile spills that he likes Remy

- And Remy's just "thank god"

- Emile's just,,, ",,,wh,,"

- "I like you too I was afraid you didn't like me"

- But Emile's kinda freaking out bc his parents would disown him if they found out

- So they run away,,

- And logicality thing I came up with-

- Logan is Remy's brother, so he comes into the bakery one day trying to find him

- He asks one of the workers if he knows bc Remy goes there a lot

- Guess who the worker is?

- Patton

- And he's Emile's brother

- he's like "nah fam haven't seen him or my brother"

- So they talk and start crushing,,,

[beeceit]

FTM Patton, putting on a binder for the first time: BABE, I'M A SEXY DAD

Logan, not looking up from his book: I believe you.

Patton: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[local-space-case]

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

[peachypidge]

I realised I never posted this drawing anyways... So it's like a month old

TRANS!VIRGIL'S MY RELIGION

So basically the "background story" for this drawing's that Patton and the others noticed Virgil was feeling down so they decided to sneak into his room and surprise him by leaving positive messages on his mirror

Also, there are some problems with the coloring and anatomy and I hate it lmao

Here are a close up of the notes so you can read it, I wanted them to look messy, bc Idk, I just felt like Patton would give the others construction paper and they cut it out themselves lol

Anyways... Uh, respect pronouns and love yourself YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING!

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Trans Patton Sanders Aesthetic

(requested by anon)

[thatone-artkid]

Ive had this head cannon for a little bit where virgle and logan where trans guys while pat was non binary. Idk, i just thought the idea of them being binder buddies was cute.