#gender fluid writers

[r0semultiverse]

Hey so Avatar Kyoshi can just physically manifest & take the wheel at any time? That feels kind of over powered??

We’re just not gonna talk about how Kyoshi possessed Aang? 👀

Also feels like the avatar detection statues in Zuko’s ship got retconned already. Iroh asking how Zuko knows he’s on the right path to find the Avatar but neither of them acknowledge the avatar tracking statues that this adaptation spawned in. 😩 It was a little frustrating to watch. Either leave them in & acknowledge them or just leave them out.

[doraminatook]

Platform Slingbacks, a fanfic

Specifically, a Good Omens fanfic.

(I honestly can't remember if I've already posted this one here on Tumblr, and I'm too lazy to check so if this is a repost, YOU ARE WELCOME!) It's one of my favorites. :P

:::

Back from Heaven, Aziraphale has his work cut out for him as he tries to clean up his bookshop. He gets more stressed by the hour. Luckily, Crowley knows just how to help his angel relax. Sexy fluff.

Words: 2,289

Rating: Explicit

[vvyvernicus]

Borderbound: Anya's Escape to Ostania

This is a short fic showcasing the aftermath following Anya's escape from the lab. It includes an original character, another one of the test subjects. Enjoy!

On a mid autumn night, there had been a breach in one of Westalis' military bases. Stationed close to the border of Ostania, it housed an unsuspected facility inside. A lab, one in which conducted inhumane experiments on young children. These tests gave the children supernatural abilities that could be used to aid the government. But two of them were able to aid each other to avoid being pawns of authorities.

The escapees were Anya, a telepath, and Kit, a shape shifter. Also known as No. 007 and No. 003, respectively. Ditching the numbers was the first step for them to take towards true freedom. And so, Kit and Anya were born.

Kit was a fair bit older than the young girl, spending the past sixteen years of their life in that facility, while Anya only two. The eighteen-year-old took it upon themselves to take care of the only four-year-old Anya. Not to say Anya hadn't been useful. During their initial escape, her mind reading abilities helped them figure out passcodes and unlock many doors in the facility. Without her, Kit was sure that they'd never have been able to escape at all.

But Anya was still only a child. Her legs were small and she tired easily from distances. She was no match for the rough terrain they had to cross over to reach the border. And so Kit opted to carry the small one on their back. Everything was going decently at first. At least until...

"I'm hungry..."

The child whined as she clinged to the older one's back. Both of them had gone several hours without eating anything. Only one was vocal about the rumblings in their stomach.

Kit continued walking as the girl riding on her continued to groan uncomfortably. She had already held out for so long for a little girl. But her patience was starting to wear thin and frustrations were building up.

"Just a little further Anya. Just hold on," Kit said, hoping to soothe her in some way. In reality they still had a difficult journey ahead of them. But keeping Anya happy and motivated would give them greater odds of making it there together.

"I... I'm so hungry Kitty," she replied, her nose beginning to snivel.

Of course, there was that. There had always been something about her that just made Kit's heart melt.

"Alright, alright. I do have something," Kit sighed before bending down so the small girl could slide safely off their back. Once grounded, her companion turned around to face her.

"I have something called a peanut. I only have one, but they are surprisingly filling," Kit hummed before they dug around in their pants pocket.

"Peanut?" Anya questioned as she looked up at Kit with curious eyes.

During their departure from the lab, Kit came across a bowl of dry roasted peanuts in a break room. Kit had eaten most of them to build up their strength, but saved one for later. An ideal travel snack.

Kit took it out of their pocket and handed it to Anya. The girl's green eyes brimmed with curiosity as she stared at the legume. She reached out to take it and was immediately enthralled by the texture of the outer shell.

"It may be small, but it will help your tummy feel better. I was considering just eating it myself but..." Kit's voice trailed off as they thought about their own sustained hunger.

A large downside to Kit's ability was that it took a lot of energy, leaving them quite hungry. Not that the two of them were ever fed much to begin with. Poor Anya wasn't even given proper food, gruel meant for animal consumption. The sickening feeling in their stomach overpowered the hunger they felt.

"Just eat it. I'm sure I'll find some more food for us soon," Kit insisted as the child quickly put the whole thing in her mouth. They didn't even get to tell her that the shell wasn't traditionally eaten.

Even so, Anya chomped and chewed happily on the new food item. It was probably for the best anyways. The whole peanut would be more nourishing. Probably.

"It's very tasty! Thank you Kitty!" Anya chirped after swallowing the bits of peanut in her mouth.

A slight grin came to Kit's lips. Even after all she's been through, no, all they've both been through, they can both find reasons to smile. It was too soon to feel truly happy, but in this moment Kit was content.

"Now come on, we've got to hurry. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can have more food," Kit said as they knelt down to the ground so Anya could climb back on. However instead of following her elder's request, she instead crossed her arms.

"More peanuts?" Anya asked, voice hopeful of the prospect of having more. Kit couldn't help but grimace. They could surely acquire better food than that.

"I was thinking of other food. There are a lot more delicious foods than just—"

"I want more peanuts!" Anya demanded with a hearty smile. It was clear that without any other food to showcase, she would insist on eating more peanuts.

"I'll get you all the peanuts you can eat then."

Anya seemed satisfied with that response and trotted behind her guardian. When her arms were securely around Kit's neck, she was lifted up again. Kit then resumed walking up the arduous path ahead. No matter how challenging, they would get Anya and themselves to safety. Perhaps then the two of them could be a "family" together. Once they were safe of course.

Family...

Kit wondered what that would look like. They had only heard from researchers about the concept. But... It sounded nice. Being in a family would definitely make Anya happy.

If you liked this please heart and reblog! If enough people like it I may be encouraged to turn this into a multi-chapter longfic!

[capitalisticveins]

Gender fluid.

-📖

Theres no fucking way.

[galaxostars]

Wolfstar fic for @hptransfest

based on the prompt : Sirius (genderfluid) and remus (ftm) raise teddy who talks to them about gender Identity (non binary)

length : 27k (complete)

rated : E

[berriweb]

also the first part being in miles' pov bc 42 yn isnt technically the reader is so clever tbh im impressed - ★

i probably messed up at some point because I’m not used to writing outside of second person but I’m so glad it’s appreciated😌

[things-still-left-unsaid]

When the non binary planet fell in love with a gender fluid king <3

So in Indian/Hindu mythology there's this legend where Chandra (the Moon God) was punished for his promiscuousness so his child Budh (the planet Mercury) was cursed

And there was this king called Sudyumna who became a woman!

Brahmanda = the universe

Ok but imagine a story written on them would be so tragic omg. Every time Sudyumna became Ila as a woman then he'd be happy and in love with Budh but every time he'd turn back into his masculine form he'd just go back to his responsibilities and kingdom and forget everything else including Budh who'd be so sad without him and would be waiting and looking out for him always secretly :(

(TAG ME IF SOMEBODY DECIDES TO WRITE A STORY ON THEM)

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 11/3/23

Title: Another Version Of Me

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Erica Sinclair

Additional Tags: Genderfluid Steve Harrington, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Post-Season/Series 04, Fluff, Minor Angst, not very much, Genderfluid Character, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, girls night, Author is genderfluid, if this doesn't match your experience just know it matches mine

Summary: In which Steve discovers that he's genderfluid and he only has a little bit of a crisis about it.

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Two of my favorite things in the world: Steve Harrington and gender fuckery. Any story that manages to include both is a special kind of amazing to me. And this one is no exception.

It’s beautiful. The emotions, the love, ugh. It’s palpable. And not just the Steddie side of things (more on that later). No, all of Steve’s relationships in this are great. With Robin, who’s so gentle and understanding, but not without teasing him of course. And the other girls, for a small section. His convo with Max is so sweet, makes my teeth hurt, lol. And all of his introspection, his feelings about his gender… it hurts, but in a good way? Somehow? As someone who has dealt with (still dealing with, honestly) the concept of being neither one thing nor the other, I feel that pain in my bones. And I already project onto Steve a ridiculous amount, lol. I’m glad he has such a support system while he works through this thing. It is kind of a struggle, even today, let alone for a twenty-something guy in Indiana in the 80s.

And Eddie. Oh man, Eddie. I’ve said this before, but every time Eddie is endlessly proud and supportive of a non-cisgendered Steve, I just… melt. He just loves them so much. So much it makes my heart sing. I wish every person out there who feels similar to Steve had a person in their life like Eddie. Like Robin too, let’s be real. Steve’s had a hard life, and he deserves the love and peace of his friends, his platonic soulmate, and his boyfriend. He deserves all the good things.

A truly beautiful story.

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Next week: Narumitsu! But only incidentally. Oh sure, Miles and Phoenix are 100% together, but Phoenix isn’t in this story. In fact, outside of a text (and one or two mentions of him from Miles), he doesn’t even appear at all. No, the draw of this fic is Miles and his friendship with another character. One you might not necessarily expect, but which makes an insane amount of sense if you think about it. Who is it though? Hmmmmm.

See you next time!

[theworldsforgottenboy]

Why the hell did I decide to start loki now, when I have absolutely no time to finish it???

[casimirat]

[vizthedatum]

i wish i had a mom (2023)

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i wish i had a mom.

you know, a mom whom i could call?

who would pick up...

who would talk to me…

and we would have a ball.

who knew i was her daughter and a son…

who would be proud of me...

and she'd listen to me drawl.

who wouldn’t make me scared...

who didn't mother my abuser...

and she'd catch me if i fall.

a mom like that.

maybe one day she'll call?

- Rose the artist formerly known as she her Pri

~ গোলাপ্রী

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #186

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

Cole Nicole would love it if you got to know him - check out his previous work.

Cole strolled into the studio with a coffee cup in one hand and his head in the other. This hangover was entirely caused by sun exposure and dehydration, but it didn’t mean he looked like any less of a disaster. He slowly approached his usual dressing room and turned the knob, only to find it didn’t budge.

“Hey, Cole! Great to see ya!” Steve the intern patted Cole on the back before noticing the sunburn. Cole grimaced. “Oooh… sorry. I just wanted to let you know, you’re in dressing room three today.”

“Why?” Cole said, furrowing his brow under his dark sunglasses.

“Rikki Numbers -”

“Rikki Numbers?!?” Cole threw off his glasses and pressed his palms into his forehead, before remembering his face was also burnt and pulling away. He tensed every muscle in his body to distract from the pain.

“Yeah, Rikki Numbers is in today for a personal shoot and he wanted the bigger room.”

Cole rolled his eyes. “Good for him. Good. For. Him.” He stomped over to dressing room three.

“Nice chatting with you, Cole!”

Cole slammed the door behind him and groaned. There were five outfits on the rack, hung in order of appearance. He stripped off his t-shirt and sweatpants and put on the first one: something simple to start out - a tailored crop-top and booty shorts combo. From what he’d heard, today’s shoot was for a legacy brand dipping their toes into the growing femboy market segment.

He hoped it would keep growing, too, because otherwise he wouldn’t be getting work for long. Rikki Numbers was doing, well, numbers. The guy wasn’t just the most famous femboy, but also a de-facto pop star who’d spent the last month in the top forty with a song he didn’t write and barely sang. There were even rumors floating around of him being the next Bond girl. Practically overnight, Rikki mainstreamed the art that Cole had been slumming in for five years.

There was a familiar knock on the door.

“Come in,” Cole said, and Ariel let herself in. He turned to look at her.

“Oh my lord. What have you gone and done to yerself now, Nicky?”

“Ask the big ball of hydrogen up in the sky. I was asleep during the whole thing.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” she wagged her finger at him. “You need to take skincare more seriously if you’re gonna keep up in this business.” She opened a cabinet in the corner to look for aloe vera.

“Can you at least fix the face? I can’t afford to miss a shoot right now.” He sat in the makeup chair and practically melted into it from exhaustion.

“I’ll see what I can do, but I’m a professional, not a witch.”

[frogz-r-writers]

Prompt: camping with friends

"Look who finally decided to show up!" Alex exclaimed as he struggled to set up a tent. There were poles sticking out in various directions and the fabric of the tent lays in a pile as Alex attempts to prop it up with an extra pole.

"Hey, Cole! Hey, Olive! To what to I owe the pleasure of my favorite oreo-haired friend?" Elliot asked happily, reusing the ridiculous nickname Rowan had given Olive when they first met.

"Cole didn't actually tell me where we were going... so I have no idea what's happening," Olive explains, side-eyeing their brother with aggravation.

"Well, we were just about to kick off our annual camping trip!" Alex cut in, "Once I manage to get my tent built..."

"I offered you a hand with it," Elliot seemed to have repeated for the millionth time, exasperated. Turning to Cole and Olive once again, Elliot continued, "Alex has never gone camping before. I have no idea why he'd referring to this as an 'annual trip.'"

"Because it will be from now on!" Alex explained, standing triumphantly before the miserable pile of tent.

Chuckling, Olive made their way over to Alex and crouched down next to his soon-to-be tent. "Well I'll help you get this thing built so we can get this party started!"

[gostbat]

I just want to create a genderfluid character that genderfluid people can relate to and it's still fun to watch, but even though I'm genderfluid, I don't have a clue how to do that

[olivergolden21]

I hate the saying “I am not part of those kids that make being gay their whole personality.”

I hate the way straight people jump to the chance to make fun of them.

I hate the way they get bullied for having a rainbow on their clothes

I hate the way that people want them dead

I hate the way my brain seems to disconnect to homophobia

I hate the way people see me as a girl

I wish I was the kid that makes being gay their personality but I’m stuck

I’m stuck in a closet that I can’t see in

The closet doesn’t even seem like a closet but a wall

A wall that can not ever be open

No matter what I do

I will always be inside there

Dead with the name they gave me

not the one I gave to myself.