#i noticed that in him and it reminded me of my friends who are trans so i think 'oh! maybe that's why he's giving off those vibes!'

[uncanny-tranny]

You know, I feel like other trans people might get this, but it's honestly kind of refreshing when a cis person has, like, undeniable tboy/tgirl/whatever swag. It's like when you come across somebody who speaks the same language as you and you only find out when they start speaking it, too.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita because I asked my friend to not name his kid the same name as my abusive dad because it triggers me?

✨👶🏼 so I notice myself, sorry but I have a mental disability so my grammar isn't great. Sorry if I sound weird.

So let's just call my friend Fred (23,he/him, trans man)and I'll call my dad's name Sven. Fred has one other child(1,m) who I'll call Winston and Fred's newest child (Unborn lol, we know its another boy) is with one of his partners Brooke(22, They/She, transfem nb girl). I also offhandedly mention my partner Rosey(25, Any pronouns, Genderfluid) a few times, Fred's other partner Alan (20s?, He/him, Trans man), and lastly Me (24, He/she, Genderfluid).

Me and Fred have been bffs for like 7 or 8 years and I and Rosey are godparents to Winston and Fred got pregnant again. This time from one of his partners Brooke , Winston's other dad isnt in the picture. Me and Fred are super close (nearly dated at one point but it was before Fred and Brooke got together the first time and we are no longer interested in each other like that.) and I've been following both of Fred's pregnancies just to make sure everything is ok (I'm not encroaching, I just get text updates on appointments and stuff. Fred's first pregnancy was rough.).

Without going into a whole timeline, Fred and Brooke dated a couple years ago for about a year but Brooke raised a hand to hit Fred (never made contact nor any other physical abuse however they used it as a threat) and was controlling over him, they broke up and lost contact and over the last year/year and a half, rekindled and Brooke says they've changed and Fred trusts them again. I still don't like Brooke for obvious reasons but I'm being civil and trying to let them earn my trust again. So far their relationship is fine and it's not my place to muddle so until Fred sets off alarms that Brooke has gone back to their old ways, I'm trusting my friend's judgement. Brooke has been doing great through this pregnancy.

Fred knows the gest about what my dad put me through and how abusive he was to me. He knows I can't even be near cigarette smoke because it reminds me of him. However, Fred doesn't know his name. It's not because Fred doesn't want to, my dad's name just never came up and i didnt realize he didnt know his name till a few hours ago.

Me and Rosey sat in a call with Fred, Brooke and Alan while Fred and Brooke were brainstorming name ideas (They wanted our input). Brooke suggested the name Sven. I wanna be clear, Brooke doesn't know my dad's name either so I don't think this was a way of attacking me or something sinister. The name Sven is standing in for is a very common name in my country, though it's not popular for us gen Zers, it is common for my dad's generation.

I obviously froze up a bit due to the mention of his name and although Rosey tried to bring it up, Fred and his partners are kinda known for interrupting (Usually not viciously) and they didn't hear her. Fred and Brooke chatted happily about what a handsome name Sven was and how they might just decide to stick with it here and now but they wanted to hear other options. I waited out till the end of the call when Alan left (I don't know them so I didn't want to accidentally tell them personal things about my history of abuse) and told Fred that Sven was my dad's name.

Fred gasped and quickly said he wouldn't choose Sven and that he was sorry he forgot his name. Brooke however said that that was not a good enough reason to not consider a name they both dearly loved not 10 seconds ago. I tried to tell Brooke about why my dad was a bad person and some of the lighter things he'd done (not in a trauma dump explicit way, just in a he did *insert form of abuse* way) but they shut me down and said it was their kid to decide the name of. Fred told him he was also a vote in the name and he didn't want to upset me unnecessarily. Brooke said they were done with the conversation and Fred said they'd talk about it later. Fred then said to me and Rosey that he'd handle it and ended the call.

After about 30 mins, I got a couple of texts from Brooke and Alan that I was a jerk for trying to push my triggers onto other people and causing a fight between them and Fred and it wasn't my baby to name. (Alan doesn't live with Brooke and Fred so Brooke told Alan first what happened.) I decided not to answer for an hour or so because I was already worked up and they both essentially called me an asshole for overstepping. Fred just says hes gonna handle them but now I'm just confused.

I can see where I might of overstepped but I wasn't trying to be controlling and even if they would of picked Sven, i would of still respected it and tried my best to get over it as best i can. Was I pushing my problems on others or was I just letting a friend know what that name might be a bit painful for me when the name was just a suggestion? I don't think I'm TA but I wanna see if I'm missing something?

(I just realized rereading this that there is some important context to be added; Sven is not a sentimental name to Fred, Brooke or Alan. It's not a parents or grandparents name that might need carried on, it was just a name they liked. I checked with Fred to see if that explained Brooke's anger or something and Fred said no, they just liked Sven. There also hasn't been any hostility before this with Brooke or Alan so I'm not sure where all this anger came from.)

What are these acronyms?

[transmasczeroone]

On coming out as trans:

I live in a very middle-class, Christian, conservative area, so I was bracing myself for the worst when I decided to come out publically to my co-workers and customers. (I work in a restaurant/bar that attracts a particular demographic: Imagine middle-aged ladies coming to brunch, older men coming for a pint after work, families bringing their children and dogs, most of them white, wealthy, and cishet. For context, I'm also 5 ft 4, and pre-everything, with a gender neutral name that leans towards the girly side, at least in my country.)

The first co-worker I came out to was a low-level supervisor, a gay cis guy in his 20s. He was a bit confused at first, had to ask a lot of questions to understand exactly what was changing, but ever since then he has been unconditionally supportive. He volunteered to tell the other managers that I'm trans, so I didn't need to go through the stress of that conversation multiple times.

The rest of the managers/supervisors (all cishet) at some point or another said that I can go to them if customers or other staff bother me (which hasn't happened at all), and all get my pronouns right most of the time, and are quick to correct themselves when they don't. They even go out of their way to use affirming language - one of my co-workers realised one day that that were no women on shift at the time, turned to me and said something about it being a boys' club and included me in that category. They celebrate my small wins, and the big ones, everything from "nice haircut!" to "ohmygod you're going on testosterone soon?? I'm so happy for you!!"

One of the managers - a cishet woman in her 50s, and the one I expected to have the worst reaction - asked a lot of questions to better understand me and offered to introduce me to her friend, who is also a trans man. This is a big deal to me, because I don't know any other trans men in my area. According to my co-workers, she's better at getting my pronouns right than almost anyone else.

Another cishet guy I work with is in his 60s had to ask what my he/him badge meant when he first saw it, and now he always makes a point of getting my pronouns right, especially in front of other people who she/her me based on my appearance or who need a reminder.

The male customers I serve on the bar tend to ask what the badge means (although some prefer to stare at it in confusion and not comment at all). My usual response is, "It's to remind people that I'm not a girl, since a lot of people think I am," which omits a huge chunk of the truth, but isn't a lie. I've never had a bad response, though.

When I explain, they often say, "Wow, I never would have guessed you were a man" (ouch, dysphoria) and apologise genuinely and quite profusely for calling me "she" or "sweetheart" or whatever earlier in the interaction. They're eager to assure me that they meant no disrespect. Some even notice the badge and apologise without having to ask what it means. Nobody contradicts me, nobody is sarcastic or thinks I'm joking, and nobody has ever said anything transphobic to me or asked invasive questions. Some get confused and sort of gloss over my explanation, but nobody has been hateful. Sometimes they seem to accept me as a cis guy, other times they're clearly aware that I'm trans, but it doesn't affect their response either way.

The worst thing I've encountered is customers who see the he/him badge, blatantly ignore it, and then misgender me throughout the interaction. Not ideal, of course, but far better than what I was expecting.

This entire experience has reminded me of a time I read in a comment somewhere that transphobes are a very vocal minority, that transphobia feels like it's ramping up recently because transphobes know they're losing the war and are screaming in a desperate attempt to be taken seriously. They're scared that all their fearmongering and hatred is, in fact, getting them nowhere. Maybe there's some truth to that.

As I said before, I live in a conservative, middle-class area, and there are no queer bars, bookshops, etc. for miles and miles, but there are at least 3 churches within a 15 minute walk of my house. And in the 5 months I've been out publically, the worst transphobia I've faced from a co-worker or stranger is just them not using my pronouns until corrected.

I'm not saying don't be careful when you come out. I'm not saying that things always go well. Sometimes they go awfully, and I've had my own bad experiences.

What I am saying is that my faith in cis people has been restored to quite an astonishing degree, that sometimes people can surprise you in wonderful ways, that there are people out there willing to accept and respect us, and sometimes you find them where you least expect them.

[tav-marcio-leles]

I'll be storing all of my glacio headcanon/info dumps here

post will consistently update

Ship: Gale Dekarios x Marcio Leles (Tav) Ship Name: Glacio Name Origin:

Headcanons

[1]

Gale will read aloud or info dump to Marcio to help him fall sleep (or if he notices Marcio is having a fit in his sleep). Sometimes, Gale does this without even realizing it, because he sleep talks. It makes Marcio feel safe <3

Reasoning:

Tav has been shown to consistently get little good sleep—if they get any, that is—thanks to bad dreams or restlessness.

Gale canonically talks in his sleep.

[2]

In the chronicles timeline, Gale is around 26. Marcio is 30. The reasonings below were presented when I was doing some Sword Coast research.

Reasoning:

Tw/ implied grooming for this one

Gale was scouted out at 8 by Elminster.

There was a lot of weird timeline stuff regarding when Mystra was reformed—leaving Gale anywhere between 25-35 years old. Some theorize he’s a similar age to Elminster, but Morena is still alive, so I highly doubt it.

Gale mentioned that he was a child prodigy when Mystra. The word revealed was the biggest red flag, and I immediately looked up if Gale was implied to be groomed.

I found this post and it made me disgusted in Mystra forever:

On a more light-hearted note, I saw a headcanon that looks older than his 20s due to the orb draining his life force. I liked that! So, it's canon in the Tav Marcio Chronicles.

[3] Tieflings sometimes have animal-like behavior due to their devil bloodline. I'll make a guide to how I interpret tielfing tail language in the future.

I mostly associate Marcio with cat behavior thanks to my roommate's comments when I told her tielfings are implied to have no control over their tail movement. Marcio's tail might lift or wag when happy, he purrs or chirps, he has a tendency to curl up when sleeping, etc.

[4] Gale was born a sorcerer.

Reasoning:

His charisma starts off decently high.

Gale says he's been able to do magic for as long as he can remember.

I've seen some compare his fireball at age 8 to a Storm Sorcerer, which checks. He knew how to speak Ignan (Primordial), an ability a Lvl 1 sorcerer gets.

I found this book in the Goblin Camp, Magic of the Weave - An Introduction:

So, this means that Gale probably just prefers to call himself Wizard based off of this standard.

Mystra says all of his power was taken from him by the Karsite Weave. She also compares the power to a storm right before hand. Interesting...

Info Dumping

[1]

Tiefling’s tail movement is implied to be involuntary (you aren’t allowed to try and stop moving it when your tail movement scares the wolf in the Druid Grove).

My friend compared it to a cat’s tail movement, and now that’s canon in my mind—tielfings having shared behavior with cats. This includes purring, which I think is fitting for Gale—to fall in love with a Marcio who can purr.

Marcio is also a Mephistopheles Tiefling, meaning he has an affinity to magic. I think it would be funny for that to be a sense of “love at first sight” for Gale, possibly just sensing the magic radiating off of Marcio.

For Marcio, it was just that Clone High meme: “I like your funny works magic man.” 💕

[2]

It’s a little poetic that Marcio is a Mephistopheles tielfing trying to keep Gale away from the Crown’s corruption, and Mephistopheles is the devil that kept the Crown from Raphael.

[3]

I broadcast my gameplay on the living room TV for my roommates to watch. Recently, one of them saw that Marcio carried a little bag of magical items—his reasoning being, “just in case Mystra takes away his ability to control the orb”. My friend said it was Marcio carrying period products for his boyfriend, just in case.

So, trans Gale valid and you might see it from time to time! 🏳️‍⚧️

✨ I've decided that Gale, in the Tav Marcio Chronicles, is cis, though. Marcio, on the other hand, is trans.

[4]

Marcio’s eyes remind Gale of the weave sometimes. They also glow in the dark, which is terrifying to wake up to sometimes.

[66sharkteeth]

I completely forgot to pick back up these sort of "weekly thoughts" I have about each episode! But I have a lot of thoughts about last night's episode that reminded me to pick these back up. I still don't know how much people enjoy these, but I figure nobody hates them and I'm trying to post more things for my own enjoyment lately.

Anyway... I guess I'll start with the elephant in the room- Yes, this episode is definitely queer coded. I see a lot of people calling it a trans allegory and while I don't personally know if I'm brave enough to say that's what it was outright... I did basically write Rosie to say what I want to hear from my own family some day. I don't come from a family of biggots to be clear. I'm fortunate in the sense that I don't risk ever being disowned if I were honest about my identity. But... I am all too familiar with the sentiment I wrote Luis to have when I just try to use my friends' correct pronouns.

I don't know if I can ever tell them they're actually mocking me too when they make these comments. And like Desmond, I also don't know if I can ever tell them I don't view myself as "their little girl" anymore (Er- Not that Desmond ever viewed himself as a little girl LOL. I hope my point is getting across though). And the guilt I feel about taking that away from them definitely stops me from further exploring and accepting some things. I'm probably getting way too personal here, but this was a very personal episode.

I saw some comments about how Desmond's own self-loathing for his blank identity has been why a lot of (unfortunate) things have happened in this story and I'm SO glad some people are starting to catch onto that. Desmond has always stood for the blanks that hate themselves more than humans do, much for the reasons I explained above. He took Rosie's brother away and that's something he's hid from her for a long time. But now that Rosie has given him the reassurance that she still loves him the same, Desmond can hopefully begin to swallow his self-loathing and love and accept what he is. He's not Reese anymore, but he still has Reese's heart, and that's all Rosie cares about. ...As long as Rosie stays alive and well haha. You guys seem really determined I'm gonna do something bad to her.

Lastly, shout out to everyone who noticed Shnee was running late for puppy school.

[newtthetranswriter]

A Trans Soulmate Au

Word count: 2070

Summary: being trans and not understanding it can make having a soulmate very difficult.

Paring: Takashi Mitsuya X Trans!Reader

Warnings: talk of Dysphoria, internalized transphobia, talk of transition, if i missed any please let me know.

A/n: Welcome this one has a bit of angst but it ends happily I promise. I just thought it would be cute if in a soulmate au where your soulmate's name was on your wrist what would happen if you were trans but your soulmate had your birth name on their wrist. So this came to be. This takes place when Mitsuya is twenty so that's the reader's age as well. I tried to write it so anyone can read it whether you’re ftm, mtf or nonbinary, or if you just want to see the inner workings of this trans person's brain. I also want to state this is a rough written interpretation of some of the things I felt before I knew what being Transgender was, it will not cover what everyone feels or what they would feel in this situation. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think. Anyway requests are open, and remember to Hydrate or Diedrate. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Key: D/n means different/dead name, it can be anything but what you like being called I guess.

    I’ve known who my soulmate is for the past three months but haven’t told him yet. You may be thinking, why wouldn’t you tell him if you know he’s your soulmate, is he not a great guy or something? But that couldn’t be farther from the truth, my soulmate is Takashi Mitsuya and he is the sweetest guy to ever live. The problem is me. I don’t feel comfortable with who I am and who people want me to be. I’ve always felt like I’ve been living a lie, masquerading as someone I'm not, and honestly I’m scared to tell people the truth. What’s the problem with admitting your soulmates then, is probably your next question. Well I don't want to see the constant reminder of someone that’s not me on my soulmate's wrist.

    In our lovely world we live in your soulmates first name is written on your wrist from the time you are born. On my wrist in clean lettering is Takashi and I cherish it, but ever since I started noticing my feelings about myself I’ve kept it hidden so my soulmate can’t figure it out, because they shouldn’t be burdened with someone who is broken like me. When I met Mitsuya I was conflicted at first. I knew he was my soulmate because I saw D/n written on his wrist in the same font as mine, and obviously his name matched my wrist. He was so kind that I considered just telling him we are soulmates and dealing with the discomfort of seeing my given name everyday for the rest of my life, but my disdain for who people told me to be won, and I’ve kept it secret since. Or so I thought.

    It was the weekend and there was nothing happening with Toman at the moment so I was hanging out with Mitsuya and Hakkai. We were just chatting, covering topics like what we want to do in the future and how no matter what Hakkai and I will be Mitsuya’s number one supporters when he starts his fashion line. It was just a chill hang out among friends.

    “Seriously Mitsuya, if you need a model for a photoshoot or runway I got your back promise. I mean what are friends for?” I said brushing a strand of hair out of my face, not realizing my bracelets had slid up my arm.

     “D/n’s right, we’ll help in whatever way you need us to Taka.” Hakkai chimed in. “Anyway, other than being a fashion designer, have you thought about looking for your soulmate yet?” He asked Mitsuya to keep attention on him. 

     When the topic of soulmates was brought up I subconsciously rested my hand on my wrist. Feeling my bracelets out of place I quickly shifted them back into position. Hoping that the one person didn’t see the mark and figure everything out. I quickly looked over to Mitsuya and from what I could tell he was still absorbed in his conversation with Hakkai. I sighed in relief before deciding it was probably time for me to go home.

     Standing up, I addressed my two friends. “Well it was nice talking with you guys but I should get going, I have some homework I still need to finish.” I quickly turned not catching the slight frown on Mitsuya’s face. Waving one final goodbye, I left Hakkai’s house and headed on my way.

     I had reached a park a few blocks between my house and the Shiba residence and decided to sit and clear my head. “That was way too close.” I said to myself as I sat on the swings.

     “What was ‘too close’ me almost finding out that you are my soulmate and having been hiding it for who knows how long?” Said the voice of the one person I didn’t want to face right now. “Come on D/n, when were you gonna tell me? Did you just not like that the universe chose me for you to be stuck with for the rest of your life? If that was the case why did you hang around me so much?” He started asking questions.

    Fighting back tears cause I knew where this conversation would go, I tried to argue. “You know that’s not true Takashi. Why would I hide it? I didn’t know, I didn’t want to assume anything.” I lied, trying to play it off as me not knowing for sure.

    He rolled his eyes at that. “Don’t lie about it. You constantly wear bracelets to cover it up, obviously you’re embraced to have my name on your skin. And don’t Takashi me, if you can’t admit we’re soulmates don’t call me that.” He said with a harsh tone he normally saves for assholes he has to beat up.

    “I swear I’m not embraced, it's just easier if you don’t have to deal with me as your soulmate.” I said finally taking the blame even if I knew he wouldn’t believe me.

    “Are you sure? Cause it seems like you’re just making excuses. What did I ever do to make you want to hide that we’re supposed to end up together? If it’s the fact I’m in toman then i’ll leave it, pass on the title of captain of the second division to Hakkai and retire.” He started to sound almost desperate. Like the fact I hid this was hurting him. “Just tell me what I need to do, for you to accept me.” At this point there were faint tears streaming down his face. 

    I froze, Mitsuya never cries, he didn’t even cry when Mana started school. It hurt to see him stand here and offer to leave his friends for me. He loved toman, maybe even more than he loved fashion design and sewing. I couldn’t just sit here and watch him beat himself up over something that was really all my fault, so I broke down completely. 

    “It’s not you Takashi. I love everything about you and I would never ask you to quit Toman, that’s like asking Takemichi to stop crying or asking Mikey to stop riding his bike. The problem was never with you, I hid the fact we are soulmates because I’m broken. I’ve always been broken. I don’t know how to explain it but I just feel like my body is wrong. Like I was born in the wrong one, like a mistake was made. Everytime I look in the mirror I hate what I see. I've tried everything from affirmations, to body positivity exercises but it’s all wrong. I hid the fact we are soulmates because I hate my name. It doesn’t fit, it’s wrong, I don’t know what is right but that there on your arm is not me.” I ranted out, expressing my feelings about myself for the first time out loud. “I could bear going through life hating a part of my soulmate that he can’t change, so I hid my mark and hoped that by some miracle you would find someone else that shared this name and had Takashi written across their wrist even though I know it’s impossible. I don’t want you to have to live with someone who hates themself.” Tears were streaming down my face and I didn't notice Mitsuya moving to hug me.

     “We’ll get through this together. I know your feelings are probably hard to understand and are confusing. I’m not going to pretend like I fully understand, but I will help you through it. We can look for a therapist to help you work through it and understand. We can try anything you want to make you feel more comfortable. If you truly hate the name on my wrist I’ll keep it covered so you don’t have to see it, and you can tell me what you want to be called. You get to pick what I call you so I know you’re comfortable with it.” He said resting his head on mine as silently cried into his chest. “And when you’re ready I will help you tell the gang and if anyone dares to make fun of you or disrespects you they’ll have to answer to me. We’re soulmates for a reason, and I’ll stick with you through everything.”

     I couldn’t help but smile as I pulled away from him only enough to look him in the eyes. “Thank you Takashi. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you in the first place.” He just returned my smile, placing a kiss on my forehead. “As for what to call me, I’m not sure yet but I think for now you could just call me soulmate when talking to me. You can call me whatever you want to when talking with others though.” I said, earning a slight chuckle from the lavender haired man holding me.

    “You got it Soulmate, now take off your bracelet and give it to me.” I did as instructed revealing his name written neatly across my wrist. I watched as he smiled at his name before slipping the bracelet on his own wrist covering his own mark. “Now that that’s out of the way, what do you say to going out for some ice cream and maybe a movie?” He asked as he laced his fingers with mine.

    “Sounds fantastic.” I replied excited to start this new journey together.

Timeskip to a few months

     It was a relatively quiet day, I had just spent the morning cleaning up my room and getting ready to go out with Takashi for the day. He was supposed to be here around one and I was so excited to tell him some great news. You see, over the past couple months I found a therapist who helped me figure out that there is a name for my feelings and that’s gender dysphoria, and most people who experience it are Transgender. With the help of my therapist and the support of Takashi, I’ve started my transition. I’ve made some great strides in making peace with my feelings and presenting the way I see myself in my mind. The only thing I had been stuck on was a name. That’s the news I was ready to share with Takashi. I had finally chosen a name.

     Checking the clock, it was about 12 so I decided I should finish getting ready even though there was an hour before Takashi was supposed to get here. As I was picking out my shoes for the day I was interrupted by loud knocking on my front door. Checking the clock again to see it was only 12:15 I was confused, Takashi isn’t supposed to be here for another 45 minutes. Trying to push my concern aside I went to open the door. “Takashi, you're super early.” I said as I swung the door open, being greeted by a very frantic Takashi.

     “Thank god you opened the door, I have to show you something.” Before I could even respond he was pushing into my apartment not even bothering to take off his shoes. “I don’t know how or when this happened but when I was showering I noticed something strange on my wrist and when I looked at it, my mark had changed to this.” He said frantically moving the bracelet that normally covered his soulmark to reveal it had in fact changed.

      I couldn’t help but laugh, my laugh caused a look of shock to cross Takashi’s face. Before he could continue with his mini panic I decided to explain. “It’s ok Takashi. Everything is fine, in fact it’s amazing that your mark changed, it just proves we’re soulmates even more.” He looked confused at my statement. “I finally picked my name, it's Y/n” I said, clarifying what I was getting at.

     The look of confusion melted away into one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen on his face. “Oh my god. That’s fantastic Y/n. We have to celebrate.” He said immediately falling into using my new name. Hearing it come from him made me smile more than I already was.

     Having his support through everything has been a blessing, I’m glad my bracelet accidentally fell that day. If it hadn’t I would still be hating myself everyday, but instead I’m learning to love myself and showing everyone that no matter what society says you have to be you don’t have to listen.

[st7arlight]

meet the sims-blackwood family!! this is set post-200 in a new world where the fears are weaker and more hidden in the shadows, but quickly building strength as more avatars and artifacts are born. meet blaire and not-adam, two students in jon’s homeroom and english class!

worldbuilding and brainstorm notes under the cut :D

the student ocs i created here are

-a transfem student who straight up doesnt have a name. you can call her anything but her deadname. its a fun game the class plays. it started as a gag but jon went “yeah okay ive seen weirder and kids deserve a chance to explore” so he comes up with a different name every day during roll call. shes v chaotic and inspired (personality wise, not funky name lore) by an irl friend of mine

-the student she has a crush on and is best friends with, an AP art student who uses they/she pronouns

they both eat lunch in Jon’s classroom, where they eventually notice that he never really eats much? just. reads a book in his free time, maybe has cereal bars occasionally

they form really close bonds with jon and he sponsors their lgbt club,,,, the second student realizes she’s agender when hes explaining the ace spectrum,,,,,, they come across The Horrors that were released when jmart moved on to Somewhere Else and he saves them,,,,,,,,, after they start to understand that “something spooky is here bc of mr sims but he was a victim in it” they sneakily start categorizing what they call “The Horrors” into 9 groups and get into shenanigans. they save jon at some point

their romance follows the plot of jmart’s but jon notices student B treating student A like he did martin at the start of the year and intervenes

so theyre healthier

(maybe jmart adopt student b, as they’re in a rlly unsafe home environment and thats why they started lashing out at their buddy)

at the beginning of the year student A knows shes trans but isnt sure what name to use. her buddy suggests not-adam (as she isnt suuuper uncomfy with her deadname, just that its too masc for her) so they call her that for a good bit and it comes up occasionally until they learn about the fears and the joke kinda. sours.

jon called her anything but that. not-adam thought it was because he didnt want to deadname her (and she insisted she was cool with it and thought it was funny) but she said that he can use a name that isnt adam, just not to stick to one bc she didnt want to feel boxed in

so the joke of her being anything but adam began

!!! WHAT IF NOT ADAM HAS AN ENCOUNTER WITH A STRANGER OBJECT THAT MAKES EVERYONE UNABLE TO SEE OR REMEMBER HER??? AND (character B) IS THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS HER BUT STILL CANT SEE HER!!!! AND THIS IS HOW JON REVEALS HE KNOWS STUFF ABOUT THE SUPERNATURAL

student b breaks down only a couple days in when she realized something was deeply, truly wrong, earing lunch (seemingly) alone with jon in his classroom. she says something with “not-adam” and “nobody remembers her but me” and jon’s trauma plus eye powers helps break his illusion, even though he doesnt remember her still

WHAT IF THIS IS AROUND WHEN NOT ADAM IS STARTING TO SEE HIM AS A FATHER

he adopts her bc she still legally doesnt exist and her family doesnt remember her , and its not like jmart already have fake identities anyways. they break the curse but everyone but B and Jon are completely wiped of her memory, just can finally see her now. its a mush of stranger, spiral, and lonely bc the horrors work different here

…she eventually settles on a name because she desperately needs to be reminded that they know her, they remember her, and that they remember all of her. (jon doesnt remember *everything* still, but most. every now and then she or B references something and they pause when they realize it was another memory lost to The Horrors)

oh also jon wears combat boots bc of daisy now. unrelated but important

im realizing my plan of them adopting B is a little funky with them adopting not-adam. however, unconventional found family prevails in tma. B just stays at their house most of the time bc she is neglected a lot at home so it usually isnt noticed when she disappears. theyre both 16 so fighting for custody when they can move out so soon is deemed too much stress on the teens. not-adam’s family actually are v loving and great, they just. dont remember NA. they dont remember how to love her, that they ever did

(thats why B needed to remember her. also, the effect intended of the horror was to torture NA until she died unnoticed and she will either be remembered by everyone when her body is found or will rot unseen until shes gone. or become an avatar, if she chose to embrace it. B was an intended victim of the leitner, the fear of nobody believing you and losing someone you love feed the Horrors)

(jon and his funky eye powers are likely the only reason NA didnt die)

in the end A picks the name astrid, but jon still calls her any name he can think of that starts with A when calling her down for food n stuff

anyways jmart unofficially adopting queer teens bc found family is so themcore but i *know* the fates would never allow them to do anything conventionally or fully legal

(all of this copy-pasted from me infodumping in a tma chat in the past couple hours)

[solunstell]

List of bsd headcanons

Dazai:

Has bpd. A lot of his traits remind me of my friends with it

He some kind of trans. Nonbinary. Transfem. Transmasc. Idk he's megender lmao

He's described as appearing very youthful in the first two light novels. I imagine that once the events of the main timeline start picking up though, with all the time stopping or slowing abilities that *dont affect him*, he actually ages faster than the other characters. I draw current dazai with small wrinkles, which also hints at stress and stuff

Also, I imagine current dazai getting tanner as he works in the light, as well as getting more prominent freckles.

Round/doe eyes because that is part of his appearance in my opinion. Seeming unsuspecting and innocent, especially during his mafia days

Bad eyesight in his right eye from being under the bandages for so long. Saw this headcanon and loved it

Similarly, beastzai has bad vision in general

I always call No Longer Human an anti-ability in my head, fun fact

He loves to touch other people. Not a fan of being touched by others unless asked

I draw him with red eyes in color, and usually black eyes in ink (inconsistent artstyle my beloved)

Aroace spectrum

heavy sleeper. Very

Chuuya

FRECKLES and tan from sheep days

He likes to be close to other people more than actually touching. Presence over contact

That shade of eyes that changes colors in the light (but I use a grey base lol)

Also some sort of trans, but in a different way than dazai

Brownish red hair. Not blazing, not just brown

That man is AUTISTIC

One time instinctively kicked a friend with his ability active, expecting them to dodge cuz he's used to dazai easily dodging. They did, but they were SO CLOSE to getting hit. Imagine a confused face like wtf why you try to kick me

Light sleeper, but every now and then sleeps like he just learned how to close his eyes

A lot of his jokes go over people's heads because they expect him to be serious and his voice just doesn't change between serious and not serious

Ranpo

Autism plus adhd ftw

Aroace spectrum

Poe

He/they vibes

Anxiety

Gay af

I can 100% see him being into knitting. Imagine the guide plus ranpo all in matching sweaters

Loves baking. Sooooo bad at it

Lucy

Bi (with a lean towards girlies) she/it

VERY good at baking

But she won't share :(

Atsushi

Anxiety, so much anxiety

Aroace spectrum vibes

Very easily idolizes people and then gets surprised when they actually like being around him

Akutagawa

Aroace spectrum

Autism cuz he is so mecore sometimes

Very trans vibes from me

(I like to imagine him having tourettes cuz I have tourettes and I am Not projecting)

Atsushi (special kitty hearing) and jouno being the only ones who can hear some of his tics. He will be horrified that anyone notices them

Wait no actually I'm gonna incorporate that into my belief system. That's canon now

Mori

Genuinely cares about a lot of his workers, but not all of them

He gives great bonuses for birthdays

He absolutely loves vtubers if bsd were in a modern setting. Rip mori. He'd have also loved vocaloid lmao

Ozaki

Masc energy. Fem energy. Ooh I can see ozaki with any pronouns and identity

Kinda person to accidently either overpack or underpack. Always has painkillers, never has a pen

Ridiculous memory. Incredible gift giver. Would get someone something months or years after overhearing them say they wanted something once

"Whyd you get me a hairdryer?"

"You said you needed one. I saw it and thought of you."

"...that was months ago. I got a hairdryer already."

"..." *takes hairdryer back* "sorry wrong person. I don't have my contacts in my bad"

She has perfect vision

Kunikida

Trans vibes. In any and every direction

Adhd af

Will always conveniently have room in his schedule when Aya wants to go do something and needs someone to go with her. No, he's TOTALLY not frantically writing and erasing things, get your glasses updated

You can usually count on him to continue the bit cuz he won't realize there is a bit occurring

[badchoicesworld]

omg hi i love your blog so much!! could you please write a story where the reader is trans and healing from surgery but his suit is making it uncomfortable and they’re on a mission together as spider-people and reader’s chest hurts and he has to explain to his boyfriend noir that he’s trans and shows him his scars? :) fluff and wholesomeness ensue etc etc

thank you!!

spider-noir finds out you’re transmasc on a mission !

omg tysm ur so sweet !! so very happy to do this for you, my friend !! hope you don’t mind i’ve done it in this format

im assuming you’re from a more progressive dimension in comparison to Noir, something more modern or even a little advance

that being said, if you ever find yourself recovering from surgery, let your body heal !! and don’t try to be spider-man at home plz

warnings: none, just noir being the most oblivious man alive and then being a golden retriever boyfriend

requests are: open !

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so, let’s set the scene rq. you’ve finally managed to undergo the gender affirming surgery that you’ve been entitled to your entire life, all’s well and it’s incredibly accessible (one can only dream)

but, you’re also your dimensions one and only spider-man.

naturally, you rationalise that oh dear god what will the multiverse do without me ? you’ve gotta get back out there as soon as you can, even if it means popping open, like something busting at the seams.

tight spandex, whatever accessories you’ve got on, supporting your whole weight in one arm while you swing from place to place isn’t exactly the most comfortable thing in the world now, is it ? so uncomfortable that it absolutely effects your performance, one would assume

but, since this is something that you’ve went through independently and without sharing with those you find dear, it was only a matter of time before Miguel sends you on your merry way to carry out some kind of mission with your dearest: spider-noir.

now lets be honest, Noir’s probably clueless when it comes to trans issues and top surgery. not in an arrogant way but I imagine his reality isn’t exactly caught up with the times yet.

that being said i don’t think he’s never heard of them, considering he’s been around more modern spider-people and has likely been exposed to some kind of media about it

still, when you two are out on your mission together and he notices how much you’ve been awkwardly and as discreetly as possible pulling at your suit, he’s probably gonna side eye you a bit until he recognises the discomfort in your face too.

i imagine Noir would rather not see his boyfriend in discomfort for long at all, so pulls you aside into whatever’s nearest- an alley, anything for a little privacy

gentle as ever, examining the suit that you’ve been tugging at all day long while gently patting you down to see if there’s anything that he can identify

probably firing an ungodly amount of questions like “what’s wrong?” in several variants

most likely makes some kind of reference about your tugging that you’ll never understand, slang from his era. is probably assuming that you’ve washed your suit wrong and is in fact suggesting that while he pats you down, but mumbles about it not being pilly so is at a loss

finds nothing, but hears the clear hiss of discomfort when he pats the sides of your torso that are still healing.

you’ve gotta face the music someday, right ? but this is your boyfriend, and Noir is nothing but accepting and open minded to new things

so, deny all you may at first and insist everything okay. your suits just a little uncomfortable today, you say ? yeah after that hiss, he’s not buying it.

Noir’s gonna coax the real answer out of you if you’re not already willing to share right off the bad, he wants to understand you.

Reminding you of his trust, calling you as many pet names that you’re comfortable with. “Come on, sweetheart. Honey, who am I gonna tell?” super persuasive, who can resist the man ?

only, and ONLY when you’re feeling secure and comfortable enough to share this part of yourself with him will things still make absolutely zero sense to Noir

absolutely clueless. if you say “i’m trans” as simply as that my guy is just stood there not knowing what kind of riddle this is, but he knows this much: he doesn’t know wtf that means. trans…ition ? i mean yeah technically

if you go the step further right off the bat and show him your scars, Noir’s colour blindness is straight up preventing him from noticing the subtle difference in your scar tissue and healthy skin.

he’s stood there with his eyes as narrow as a thread while those cogs turn away in his head. until you finally explain it, Noir has forgotten his own name

actually explain it to him, and Noir’s perception of you just does not budge. his thought process is just “boyfriend is still boyfriend, good” after you’ve explained to him all about being born in the wrong body and all that

admittedly does not understand that concept. poor baby can’t fathom the idea that you’re anything but what you’ve told him- you’re a boy, says you, therefore you are a boy !

cosmetic surgeries however were gaining traction during the 20’s and 30’s thanks to war, skin graphs and all that

naturally, gobsmacked after it clicks in his head that you’ve managed a mission after surgery considering his dimensions surgery is a lot less advance

will now not let you swing and insist he’ll take care of the mission. if there’s ever a point where a fist fight breaks out, Noir’s throwing insults like usual, references no one understand because it’s the 30’s and says something along the lines of “my boyfriends watching, you better make me look good” before absolutely thundercunting a car at them

will let you walk independently but is happy to carry you- this includes swinging

if you’re still uncomfortable in your suit it’s incredible how fast this gentleman is wrapping you up in his coat if you wanna tie the top half of your suit around your waist. Still not ideal, but it’s less friction.

when you two get back to whatever you both call home together, Noir is likely to be super delicate with the actual subject and is kinda treading on eggshells. figured that, you never talked about it before, would you be okay talking about it now ?

still has a little bit of a hard time understanding the importance of gender affirmations since you are simply a boy to him, why do you need to be reminded ?

would probably be really sheepish about asking if he could touch your scars, since he can’t see them all too well. With your permission and ideally when they’re less irritable and sore, he’ll like to trace his thumbs over the scars as gently as possible with his gloveless hands. May not understand the exact significance of them, but he appreciates all of you regardless

is probably amazed at the advancements in surgery

"honey? i may not understand, but i'm trying" he loves you so much

we learned from the first movie that Noir is an extremely open-minded person who’s willing to learn about new things (like the rubix cube) and he’s determined to understand. he wants to understand you, even if just a little bit more

won’t tell a soul about you being trans. honestly forgets a lot of the time, actually. not out of arrogance, it’s just as simple as you’ve said you’re a boy, so that’s how he sees you. that being said, it’s hard for him to identify when people are intentionally transphobic because it just doesn’t make sense to him. it’s obvious you’re a boy, idiot

but when it clicks, the guy can’t control his temper “NOW WAIT JUST A SECOND, YOU’RE ONE OF THOSE TRANSPHIBIANS!” close enough, Noir. we love you.

yeah anyway, is willing in that moment to go to jail for you

show him the trans flag, watch him crumble as he guesses the colours

overall, clueless but supportive nonetheless and loves you unconditionally.

when he does eventually learn for you and it finally sticks, he starts to make a conscious effort to start asking people their pronouns through an incredibly rigid and rehearsed dialogue tree you helped him come up with. uses his lil detective notepad to keep track of peoples preferred names and pronouns with little doodles of the people so he can differentiate

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i hope this is okay, i'm not massively confident with my noir capabilities

[britany1997]

Heyyyyy, so my birthday is in April and it said your asks where open so I was wondering if you could write

a poly Lostboys x insecure artsy trans masc reader. Like they’ve all been dating already and find reader or somethin. Cause I love your work and I would kill (🤭) to be a vampire.

Now and Forever

Omg of course I can write this for you friend!! I hope you have an amazing birthday!!!

Poly! Lost boys x Ace

Special thanks to @cryptic-michael and @pixielostboy for pre-reading this for me:)

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You strolled down the boardwalk, headphones on and Bikini Kills blaring.

You waded through the sea of Hawaiian shirts and khaki shorts, the epitome of Santa Carla boardwalk men’s “fashion.”

But like a lighthouse in a storm, your gaze fell on the most incredible jacket you’d ever set eyes on.

It was a collage of colorful patches sewn together into a sort of Frankenstein creation.

It was magnificent, it was a masterpiece, you were touching it.

The blond man in the jacket turned in surprise as your fingers carded through the squid fishing lures hanging from his shoulder. His eyes scanned up and down your form as he seemed to be equally pleased with your sense of style.

He smirked, “name’s Marko babe. What’s a handsome guy like you doing in a place like this anyways?” the blond man purred.

You returned his smirk, “could ask you the same question. I like your style man, you do this yourself?”

The blond man ran his fingers through his curly hair, “yeah, sewed the patches on and everything,” he turned around, looking at you over his shoulder, “this lady on the back? Painted her myself, painted a lot of these actually,” he turned back around to face you.

You ran your hand over the fabric in awe, “amazing,” you whispered.

“What about you?” he asked, “you paint those overalls?”

You smiled with pride, “sure did,” you posed to show off your handiwork, “like ‘em?”

Marko bit his thumb as his eyes raked over you once again, “love ‘em,” he praised.

“You like the Front Bottoms?” He asked, pointing to a patch, “haven’t met anyone else who’s even heard of ‘em.”

You had zoned out as Marko spoke, distracted by the flash of pink, white, and blue wrapped around his wrist.

You smiled, “cool bracelet,” you told him, as you held up a matching one on your own wrist.

His smile widened, “don’t meet many cool guys like you around here, I’d love to introduce you to my boyfriends,” Marko offered, “if you’d be interested of course.”

Years later you were dating the four handsome male vampires.

They had told you their secret early on in the relationship, and you were happy to accept them exactly as they were.

In fact, you had always had a fascination with the mystical side of life, and it didn’t surprise you at all that the guys you’d ended up with were…less than alive.

What did surprise you however was the pit in your stomach that grew every time another year passed you by.

You grew and changed. You aged. But your boys stayed exactly the same as the day you had met them.

You never say grey hairs in Paul’s blond mane, you never noticed a wrinkle on David’s face. It made you nervous.

You wanted to be with the boys forever, but the fact was that forever for you wasn’t the same as forever for them. You were too young to be thinking that your time was running out.

You were headed to the cave to celebrate another birthday with your boys.

You were excited for what they had planned, you really were, but you didn’t love the reminder that you were progressing while they were permanently fixed in their 20s. You tried to push the thought from your head as you climbed down the ladder into the cave.

When you entered the main alcove of the cave, your jaw dropped.

A giant white sheet had been hung on the wall of the cave, and across from it sat a projector, ready to cast movies onto the screen. Lining the floor of the cave were mattresses, pillows and blankets constructed into one massive bed that you and your boys could all fit on.

Paul was already underneath the covers, wrapped in three different heavy blankets, while Marko and David fiddled with the projector trying to make it work.

Dwayne strolled into the main alcove, tons of snacks in hand, while you were observing the scene around you speechless.

He smiled when he saw you, “happy birthday handsome,” he said before walking up to kiss your cheek.

At his words the other boys turned in your direction.

Marko grinned, “happy birthday baby,” he strolled over to wrap his arms around you, “do you like your surprise?” He whispered in your ear.

“It’s perfect,” you assured him as you smiled brightly, “I love it.”

He kissed you softly, “you’ll love it even more when you see the movies we bought to watch with you.”

David coughed.

Marko rolled his eyes, “I guess I’ll let David show you the options.”

David stepped forward to wrap you in an embrace, “happy birthday love,” he pulled out The Silence of the Lambs, Psycho, and a collection of all the Saw movies from his jacket. “What do you wanna watch first?” he asked.

You weighed your options, “the silence of the lamb for sure,” you decided.

He smiled, “sounds great love, we’ll put it in for you.” He snapped for Marko to join him at the projector.

Paul, who hadn’t moved from his spot on the frankenbed, pulled back the blankets piled on top of him. “Hey baby! I have a spot for you right here.”

You laughed as you snuggled in next to him.

He pressed sloppy kisses all over your face before pulling back, “happy birthday sugar!”he whispered excitedly.

You beamed, “thanks Paul,” you said as the other vampires crowded around you on the bed and the movie began to play.

As the credits ran on the last movie you let out a yawn and glanced up to see the Sun threatening to rise. You sat up, “thanks for an amazing birthday guys, but I should get going so I don’t end up dating four incredibly handsome piles of ash.”

You moved to roll out of the bed, but David’s hand on yours stopped you.

“Before you leave,” he started, “we have one last gift for you.”

Marko quickly scattered out of the bed and returned with the bejeweled glass bottle.

You gasped as you realize what they were offering you.

“Drink now,” David began, “be with us forever.”

Paul squeezed your arm for encouragement while Dwayne whispered a soft ‘I love you’ in your ear.

When Marko handed you the bottle, you didn’t think twice as you let the thick red liquid slide down your throat.

This birthday would be your last.

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[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

Double Dessert

Trans Morty oneshot! I was thinking of my own grandad while writing this, because he was very supportive of me when I came out but also worried about me getting discriminated against.

Also there are two very subtle Red Dwarf references in this. If anyone catches them please let me know as I will be so happy you have no idea. There’s no clear timeframe for when this is set apart from the fact the Citadel still exists but it’s not really really early on in the show.

Summary: while visiting the Citadel, Morty makes friends with another Morty whose Rick seems to be unusually overprotective. ~3.9k words. Warnings for mention of sexual assault (the Mr Jellybean scene) and its aftereffects, stressful coming out, discussion of trans stuff in terms that might not be everyone’s preference (e.g. a trans guy saying he used to be a girl), some ignorance of trans stuff (nothing hateful, just a lack of understanding), eating insects (I know a centipede is not technically an insect but you get the idea). There’s also a brief joke about Mortycest, but nothing like that actually happens and I don’t think it’s anything out of the ordinary for the show.

Disclaimer before we go in that I’m a trans guy.

Despite Morty’s much shorter strides, he keeps pace with Rick easily in his excitement to be on the Citadel. True, his grandpa might hate it, and he has his own fair share of bad memories of the place, but there’s something about the hustle and bustle that appeals to him. Maybe it’s the benefits of getting to go somewhere that clearly isn’t Earth without the risks that are usually present in the places he goes with Rick. After all, everything in this place is designed for at least one of the two of them, unlike the alien planets they visit, where even the most innocuous-seeming things could be deadly.

Rick pulls him into some sort of shop and instantly makes for a particular section. It’s clear he knows what he’s looking for, and Morty can identify the look in his eye that means he’s about to spend 45 minutes deliberating between two practically identical products. Not wanting to get involved, he wanders off alone to check out what the store has to offer. The best possible description he can find for it is ‘electronics store’, but there are plenty of items that don’t fit this category. Although the bulk of the shop is clearly intended for Ricks, he notices a small section at the back that seems to be aimed at Mortys, and wanders over, curious.

He’s looking around in interest when his eyes land on another Morty with the unmistakable expression of shock that indicates he’s never been here before. The Morty looks fairly typical, with no clear modifications or mutations of any sort. Even so, there’s something about him that looks subtly different in a way Morty can’t quite place.

“Hey, man.” he greets the other Morty, who starts at his voice, as if being startled out of a trance.

“Oh! H-hey.” the other Morty responds, his voice slightly high, like he’s scared.

“I-is this your first time on the Citadel?” Morty asks, trying to make the other Morty feel better, but also genuinely interested in having an actual conversation with another version of himself. Rick’s disdain for the Citadel means that Morty has spent fairly little time in the presence of his other selves.

The other Morty nods. “Y-yeah. Rick told me about this place, but he doesn’t really like to come here. This is the first time he’s let me come with him.”

“Yeah, my Rick’s kind of the same way. He doesn’t really like the Citadel. I-I think it’s kind of cool, though!”

“Me too! Check out this thing!” 

The other Morty indicates a machine that reminds Morty of the stands at theme parks that sell photos taken on rollercoasters. On the screen are many pictures of Morty posing with various girls. Some might be real, taken in other dimensions, and some are clearly edited, but both Mortys amuse themselves by looking through the options, especially when they discover there’s a whole folder for Jessica. The machine has prices listed in a currency Morty doesn’t recognise for printed copies of the photos. 

“Why would we pay when we could just take a picture on our phone?” Morty asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a photo. When he opens it, instead of the picture he’d been expecting to see of himself with Belle Delphine, the screen shows Rick’s laughing face, flipping him off, with text reading ‘LICK LICK LICK MY BALLS’. The two Mortys spend a couple of minutes tilting their heads at the screen, trying to figure out how it works, even though they both know neither of them has a hope of understanding. 

Eventually, the two get bored and turn their attention to a selection of stim toys in various shapes and colours instead. The Mortys are joking around and laughing together when they hear heavy footsteps and a Rick calling out for his Morty, slightly frantically.

“Geez, I wouldn’t want to be that Morty, am I right?” Morty quips, before noticing his counterpart’s guilty expression.

“Aw, geez, that’s my Rick. He’s gonna be mad that I wandered off.”

Morty opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off by the other Rick as he spots them.

“Morty! I-I told you not to wander off like that!” 

The other Rick crouches down and takes his Morty by the shoulders in a manner that’s uncharacteristically affectionate for a Rick. His eyes shift to the side and he notices Morty. “Wh-wh-who’s this? What’ve you been doing?”

“I-I’m Morty C-137. I, uh, I actually didn’t ask your dimension, did I?”

“A-70.” replies the other Morty, at exactly the same time as his Rick snaps “None of your business.”

“Rick!” protests the other Morty. “Can you not be rude to my friend?”

“Oh, your friend? Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was in the presence of your esteemed friend. How could I be so selfish as to worry about my only grandson, wh-when he’s busy hanging out with his friend?” 

Again, while the sarcasm is very Rick-like, there’s an air of over-protectiveness beneath it that Morty finds unusual for a Rick or, at least, unusual in that it’s expressed so openly.

“Rick, come on. This is the first time I get to meet other Mortys!” the other Morty whines, and something about it seems to wear the other Rick down.

“Fine.”

“H-hey, Rick, do you think Morty could come over sometime? To our dimension, I mean.” the other Morty asks excitedly.

Rick A-70 eyes Morty suspiciously. “No.”

“What? Why not?”

“Morty, remember what we talked about? Before I agreed to let you come with me here?”

Morty’s emotions shoot between indignation and confusion and concern. He really doesn’t understand whatever is going on here. However, it’s clear that the other Morty does, as he looks down and sighs. 

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now, come on, we’ve gotta get home so I can stabilise these cadmium-II coils.”

“Aw, but Rick!” the other Morty protests.

“But nothing! This is very sensitive machinery, Morty! Do you know what happens if I don’t get it home where I can store it properly in the next 10 minutes? Do you? It’ll be useless, Morty, and I’ve just paid 200 blemflarcks for it, so say goodbye to your friend.”

“Aw man.” sighs Morty A-70. “I-it was really nice to meet you. I wish we could’ve hung out some more.”

“Hey, why don’t you stay here with me and my Rick for a bit? Th-that way your Rick can go back and, and sort his stuff out, and we can keep hanging out!” Morty suggests.

“Can I, Rick?” the other Morty pleads.

“No.” 

“Aw, c’mon, please, Grandpa?” 

Even Morty can see the other Rick’s face soften slightly at the word ‘Grandpa’ for the briefest of moments before he scrunches it up in annoyance. 

“Who did you say your Rick was again?” Rick A-70 asks, turning to Morty.

“C-C-C… C-137.” Morty stammers, something about this Rick’s harsh tone making him nervous. Recognition flashes across the other Rick’s face, and Morty worries that he might say no. But, to Morty’s surprise, he sighs and gives in.

“Fine. Where’s your Rick?”

“Th-this way.” Morty heads in what he hopes is the correct direction, the Rick and Morty of dimension A-70 following behind him. Finally, he rounds a corner and finds his Rick, exactly as he knew he would be, poring over two identical-looking products.

“Hey Rick, can my new friend hang out with us for a bit?”

“Sure, whatever, Morty.” Rick responds, clearly not paying attention. The other Rick taps him on the shoulder. “Morty, I’m trying to - oh.” he cuts himself off as he sees Rick A-70.

“Look, pal, I’ve gotta get back to my dimension and deal with these coils before they go critical. My Morty has decided he can’t bear to be apart from his new friend, so will you look after him while I jump back home?”

“Please, Rick?” Morty begs.

“Eh, sure, why not.” Rick responds with a shrug and turns to go back to his items but the other Rick catches his shoulder and stops him. Morty can see him squeezing hard enough to cause pain.

“You better not let anything happen to him, got it? I’m trusting you because you don’t trust other Ricks either, but if anything happens I will know and I will fuck you up.” Rick A-70 hisses, staring intently at Rick for a few moments before pulling out his portal gun and pressing a button. Rick’s own portal gun glows in his pocket and Rick A-70 portals away.

Rick rubs his shoulder irritably and turns to Morty A-70.

“Geez, kid, your grandpa’s a real bag of laughs, huh?” Rick snarks.

The other Morty chuckles nervously. “Yeah, sorry, h-he’s kinda protective.”

Talk about understatement, Morty thinks. It’s unusual to see a Rick act like that towards anyone, let alone a Morty, but part of him is almost jealous that his new friend’s grandpa actually displays affection for him. Morty snaps out of his reverie to see A-70’s nervous expression and quickly pushes away the thoughts to deal with later, smiling at his counterpart.

The two Mortys start to kid around again while Rick picks up and pays for what he wants. Once he’s done, Rick turns to his two grandsons.

“You kids wanna get some lunch?” he asks. Both Mortys agree enthusiastically and Rick portals them home to drop off his purchases before they get into the ship. Surprisingly, Rick remains on Earth, flying to a relatively local restaurant. Morty wonders if he took the other Rick’s threat to keep his Morty safe more seriously than he let on.

The restaurant is fairly quiet, so they don’t have to wait long to be seated or served. Rick is quieter than usual, content to scribble what appears to be blueprints on a napkin until the food comes and then wolfing it down, leaving the Mortys to their bonding. Morty is fascinated to learn what the two of them have in common and what they don’t, amazed that another version of him can be so different and yet so similar at the same time. 

At first, the other Morty seems to be enjoying himself too, since it’s quite a novel experience for both of them to actually interact with a kid their own age, even if it is just another Morty. As the meal goes on, however, Morty notices A-70 start to get more uncomfortable, eyes flicking around uncertainly, squirming in his seat.

“H-hey, man, you OK?” he asks his other self. A-70 starts slightly at his question.

“Y-y-yeah, I just, I, um… I need to pee.”

Morty is surprised. “Oh, well, I-I think I saw the bathrooms just over there.”

His other self shakes his head. “Yeah, I just, I, um, I, my Rick, um, my Rick normally comes with me.”

Morty feels his eyebrows raise. “Your Rick won’t even let you go to the bathroom alone?” Rick A-70 had seemed unusually overprotective, but that seems too far for any Rick.

“N-no, it’s not that, it’s, um, I… I don’t like going alone. He comes with me… to make sure nothing happens.”

Ah. That makes more sense. Morty remembers all too well what had happened to him in that tavern in the giant courthouse steps. It had taken him a while to be able to go into public bathrooms after that, too. In fact, he clearly remembers a time when he’d wet himself in Rick’s ship because he hadn’t been able to bring himself to even enter a bathroom on one of their adventures, much less use it. He knows Rick must have known the reason because, for once, Rick hadn’t snapped at him or made fun of him for it, which, in a way, had been even worse. Still, that had been a long time ago, long enough that Morty is now usually able to use public bathrooms without too much of a problem. However, it makes sense that something like this could have also happened to this Morty, and that he’s still affected by it. That would explain why his Rick seems so overprotective, too.

“H-hey, man, it’s OK, I get it. I’ll come with you.”

A-70 seems to brighten at that. “R-really?”

“Sure!”

The two Mortys head for the bathroom. When they get there, A-70 heads for the stall, which surprises Morty slightly, given his own history, but he concludes that maybe this Morty had something happen to him at a urinal instead, or that the lock makes him feel safer, or maybe he just has to take a dump. However, A-70 comes back out almost immediately after entering.

“I-it’s out of order.” He says, wringing his hands nervously.

“W-well, hey, we’re the only ones in here. If you want me to guard the door while you use the urinal-”

“I can’t.”

“I-it’s OK, I can even wait outside if you want-”

“I can’t!” the other Morty cries. His response surprises Morty, and he flinches slightly.

“W-why?”

“Because I don’t have a penis!”

“Wha-I… d-did something… happen to it?”

“No, I never had one!” A-70 is getting increasingly frustrated and Morty doesn’t understand. “I-I’m transgender.”

“You’re a girl?”

“I was a girl. Not anymore.” A-70 responds, looking at the floor, one arm wrapped across his chest, clutching his opposite arm. “I-I thought you knew.”

“N-no, I-I didn’t realise. Sorry, man.”

A-70 doesn’t respond, and Morty feels himself talking nervously to try and make the situation better. “Can’t you, like, use the women’s?”

A-70 grimaces at that, and Morty knows he’s said the wrong thing. He panics more and keeps talking.

“O-or, hey, I think my Rick has a centipede you can swallow that eats your pee! D-do you want me to ask him?”

The other Morty nods, and Morty thinks that he must really not want to use the women’s if he’d rather swallow the centipede. He doesn’t understand, but he doesn’t want to make things worse for his other self. He places a hand on A-70’s shoulder.

“C-come on, let’s go ask him.”

A-70 seems hesitant. “W-w-what are you going to tell him?”

This stuns Morty. “Uh, that you need to pee but you can’t because the bathroom is out of order?”

“You won’t tell him that I’m… trans, will you?”

Morty blinks. “Why not?”

“My Rick said I shouldn’t tell people. He says they might try and hurt me.”

“What? Come on, it’s Rick. You’re his grandson. He doesn’t care if you’re different to the other Mortys. There’s Mortys that are cowboys a-and hammers and all sorts of things.”

A-70 seems a bit more willing but still worried. “OK. B-but can we at least ask him in private?”

Morty smiles reassuringly at his other self. “Sure thing, man!” A-70 smiles back at him, weakly, and he feels a slight sense of relief.

As they walk back to the table, Morty sees A-70 holding his hands together at his solar plexus, exactly the way he does when he’s nervous. No matter how many other versions of himself he sees, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop being amazed at the similarities.

They reach the table and Rick looks up at them. 

“R-rick, can we talk to you outside?”

Rick’s eyes flick between the two Mortys, trying to work out what’s going on.

“Fine.” he gives in after a few seconds, standing up. The three of them walk outside to where the ship is parked.

“Wh-what is it, Morty? I-if you’re about to ask if you guys can go somewhere private so you can masturbate with twice as many hands, fine, but at least wait until I’ve had dessert.”

“What? No!” Morty exclaims, shocked by the suggestion. “No, Rick, I… do you have the centipede?”

This seems to throw Rick off his rhythm. “The… centipede?”

“The pee centipede. The one that you swallow it and it makes you not have to pee.”

“Oh, that. I-I mean, sure, but didn’t you just go to the bathroom? What do you need the centipede for?”

“It was out of order.”

“What? No it’s not. I used it earlier.”

“The stall is.”

Rick’s expression is a mixture of confused and exasperated. “It only eats pee, Morty. If you have to take a dump, y-you’ll just have to go in the bushes or something.” he waves vaguely in the direction of some nearby bushes.

“No, Rick, it’s not for me. It’s for A-70. He can’t use the urinals.”

Rick eyes A-70 questioningly. “Why not?”

Morty pauses, looking at A-70, not sure whether he should tell Rick or not.

“I-I don’t have the… equipment.” A-70 mumbles, gesturing vaguely towards his crotch.

Rick shrugs and tosses the centipede to A-70, who catches it and chokes it down in a way that tells Morty this isn’t the first time he’s done this. Poor guy must really not want to use the women’s if he’s voluntarily choosing this option instead.

“So, you have an accident, or you just never had one?” Rick asks, casual as ever, pulling his flask out from his lab coat and sipping from it. Despite having already swallowed the centipede, A-70 chokes again.

“Rick!” admonishes Morty. “Y-you can’t just ask that!”

He regrets his outburst immediately, worried that it makes the answer obvious. He’s never had a Morty friend before, and he doesn’t want to lose this one.

Rick shrugs. “Why? I-it’s not a big deal, Morty. You think I’ve never met a trans version of you before?”

“There’s more like me?” A-70 exclaims.

“Sure, there’s loads, in both directions. Plenty of Ricks who thought they only had granddaughters just to learn they actually had a grandson, or vice versa.”

“Why did you - why did my Rick never tell me?” A-70 seems shaken.

“I-I dunno, kiddo. Maybe he never met any. N-no offense, but your Rick, I don’t get the impression he gets out a lot.”

“Will you take me to meet them?” A-70 asks.

“Oh. I mean, I-I guess I could. I don’t exactly know their dimensions offhand.”

“Hey, yeah, y-you could like, form a club, o-or a support group, or something!” Morty suggests excitedly.

“Psh. La-ame!” Rick snorts. Morty shoots him a disapproving look, and he quickly backpedals. “What? Everything you’re into is lame, Morty. A-anyway, I want my dessert, c’mon.”

Rick ushers them back into the restaurant and Morty notices his other self seems much happier and more animated. He decides not to comment on the fact that Rick lets A-70 order first, or the fact that he lets him get both options when he can’t decide between two. The rest of the time passes pleasantly, much more so than usual, and Morty can’t help but feel a tiny prickle of jealousy at the fact that Rick is rarely so nice to him. At the same time, he’s enjoying having a good time with his grandpa, enjoying actually having a friend.

A few times, he catches Rick staring in the way he recognises to mean that Rick is doing something inside his own head. Once they finish, Rick pays, and they walk out of the restaurant before portalling back to A-70.

That dimension’s Rick is sitting on the couch, idly channel-hopping through interdimensional cable. However, his expression and the speed with which he gets up when he sees them betrays his nervousness.

“H-hey, buddy. Did you have a good time?” he asks his Morty, ruffling a hand through his hair as Morty A-70 runs into his arms for a hug. Again, Morty feels a familiar pang of envy at their easy affection. He wonders if this Rick was more affectionate with Morty when he thought he was a girl, and the habit never broke, or if they’re simply closer than he and his Rick are. He thinks again of the way his Rick treated this Morty earlier, but quickly pushes the thoughts away to deal with later.

“Rick! A-apparently there’s other trans Mortys! Can we go and see them sometime?” Morty A-70 asks, and his Rick visibly stiffens. 

“What did-” he begins, but Rick cuts him off, pressing a spot in his temple where Morty assumes an implant is hidden.

“I’ve sent a list of coordinates to your portal gun, if you want to check ‘em out. T-they’re split by gender, depending if your Morty wants to just meet other guys or not.”

The other Rick doesn’t look pleased, but his Morty grins massively.

“Thank you, Rick!” he exclaims, and his Rick’s expression softens as he sees his Morty’s happiness.

“C-come on, Morty, we’d better go.” Rick turns to him, waving off the other Morty’s gratitude.

“O-OK, Rick.” Morty turns to his other self. “I-I had a lot of fun today! We should do this again sometime! I’ve never been friends with another Morty before!”

“Yeah!” the other Morty replies enthusiastically, grinning at being called a friend. He turns to his Rick. “Can I, Rick?”

Rick A-70 looks at his Morty’s pleading eyes, then at their counterparts. “I guess so.”

“Yes!” the other Morty punches the air.

The two Mortys wave at each other as Morty steps through the portal with Rick. They emerge next to the ship and both get in.

They fly in silence for a few minutes while Morty tries to decide if it’s worth spoiling the happiness with his question.

“What is it, Morty?” Rick sighs.

“Wh-what?”

“I can tell you’re building yourself up to say something. Just spit it out.”

“W-well, I, um… you were really nice to that other Morty.”

“Weird way to thank me for paying for a meal for you and your friend.”

“I just mean… why do you never do that for me? You’d never let me get two desserts.”

“How else should a grandpa react to his grandson’s coming out?”

“C-coming out?”

“Coming out, like out of the closet? C’mon, Morty, you must’ve heard that one before.”

“I-I have, I just… would you do that, for me, if I came out?”

“If you came out, sure. Why, you got something you want to tell me? Or you just want double dessert?” Rick looks at him expectantly, and Morty isn’t sure how to respond.

“D-did you say there’s girl Mortys? Like Mortys like me who… became girls?”

“Sure, Morty. I-i-is that really such a shock to you? Ah, what am I saying, you had your mind blown by a cowboy version of yourself.”

Morty takes a moment to think. “So… it would be OK if I was one of them? If I wanted to be a girl?”

“Boy, girl, anything else you can think of, whatever you want. Y-you’ll still be the same pain in my ass either way.”

Morty feels a small smile spreading across his face. He knows what that means in Rick-speak. And though he’s never given much thought to his gender identity before, it’s nice to know that he’ll be accepted whatever happens. 

The jealousy he feels at the thought of Rick A-70 openly worrying about his Morty, hugging him casually, treating him like a grandson instead of a problem still needles at him, but it’s easier to ignore in the warm glow of acceptance. He knows it’s something that will come back to haunt him at the worst moments, usually when he’s trying to sleep or shower or when he and Rick have an argument, but he hopes that thinking about gender will occupy his mind enough to keep his thoughts from drifting too far towards the negatives for a while.

[davyjoneslockr]

Yes yes I'm sending more playlist related questions because these are fun. So The Rain The Park And The Other Things on the Fugio playlist caught my eye..ear? And it reminded me of the song Send me no flowers by Doris Day and I like that a lot.

Everybody says that Strawberry Blonde is very them coded but nobody explains why. I'm curious about your interpretation :D

Also does the Naramis playlist tackle the sad side of their relationship? How, you know, Narancia isn't there anymore. I appreciate that a lot about this ship- losing someone you love but still needing to move on. I think that's very realistic and I hope Mista finds peace again.

HI I'M SO SORRY I MISSED THIS sorry for the wait!!

Just listened to Send Me No Flowers and it's really lovely, I think I could also see it being Fugio-y in a way? Specifically postcanon pre-PHF from Giorno's POV. Something something he has all the tangible things he wants but not Fugo. But maybe that's just because my brain loves to make songs about wanting someone back + flowers about Fugio lol.

I won't lie, Strawberry Blond is a holdover from when I started making this playlist four years ago, when Strawberry Blond was considered the Fugio song and was on everyone's playlists lol. But listening to it now, I actually think it aligns with my Fugio vision more than I initially thought.

I think a lot of people take it as a Fugo -> Giorno song, but I much prefer imagining it the other way around. Again, imagery of someone leaving and the other aching over it, and the line "I love everybody because I love you" makes me think of Giorno basically getting his whole worldview tossed up because of Fugo, who's so completely different from him in every way. But also, I really really like to imagine that Giorno's feelings are unrequited at first. I think I've explained the Fugonara -> Fugio pipeline before, but Fugio during canon to me is more like. Giorno is very infatuated with Fugo, and Fugo doesn't notice because he's still hung up over his own one-sided feelings for Narancia. So the second verse kinda fits that, too, I think. The thing with "all I ever wanted was a life in your shape" also could have a lot of different connotations with them, too - Fugo had, and still has, a lot of privilege Giorno doesn't (Fugo grew up rich, never had to face xenophobia/racism, had a strong and well-funded education that is clearly shown to still give him a huge advantage even after he's disowned), and on the headcanon side of things, I do usually hc Giorno as trans and Fugo as cis, so there's that, too. But it could also be how Giorno has always repressed emotions/feelings, and Fugo isn't really able to, but also derives power from those emotions (even if they're harmful) - maybe a tiny bit of subconscious envy that Fugo's able to feel, to cry, so on and so forth? Idk. Something like that.

As for the Naramis playlist, I actually don't have a ton of angsty stuff on there, because I did originally envision it as a happier vibes sort of playlist (even I need a break from Naramis angst sometimes hehe). But I did start including a few sadder ones as of late!!

This song is super postcanon Mista to me and that's why I used it as the title for the second part of my fic :] "Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl/I held her close, but she faded in the night/Like a poem I meant to write" specifically.

Another postcanon one. The airplane metaphors really sell it for me. I think Mista sometimes plays this one on his guitar and thinks of Narancia :)))

And slightly different, but I actually think of this one from Narancia's POV!! He's been let down and betrayed a lot in his life, he can't envision a better life for himself than being a criminal, and his best friend ends up leaving him out of cowardice, so he hopes that he can at least have one person he can trust and rely on - ie Mista.

Thank you again for the ask, I love talking about my tunes (and Fugio and Naramis) ^_^

[expecto-kedavra]

Heyyyyy I loved your first piece! 100/10. Def made me cry. I’m ftm trans and can never seem to find too much he/him stuff with the gals. Can I ask for a male Hufflepuff MC and Imelda Reyes romantical piece? I kinda like the rivals to friends dynamic. Maybe even more 👀 thanks bestieeeeee

Hey :) sorry this took a minute. I’ve been busy 😅

!- grumpy teenagers, parental issues, soft Imelda lol

Hufflepuff MC + Imelda Reyes oneshot

Rude. That’s all I had to say. Imelda Reyes was rude. “YOu aNd eVeRYonE eLsE nEed tO gEt THicKeR SKiN” her words rang in my mind as I sped away. I had just obliterated her weak trial record. She wanted to tell me to get thicker skin? After she whined about me cheating? I couldn’t push it out of my mind for days. As I lay in bed that night, Arthur Plummly could tell something was on my mind. “Fancy a chat?” He asked. “Something seems to be weighing heavy in your thoughts.” How right he was. “I just wish people weren’t so damn rude.” I confessed. “Ah. Yes, it seems even in a wonderful school of magic and mystery, there always seems to be bullies.” I knew he understood. I’d seen him picked on too many times by Leander Prewett and Eric Northcott. I always stepped in for him. Arthur wasn’t the type to stand up for himself. He was my friend and I always made sure he and everyone else knew it. Bullies have no place here, not if I can help it. Eventually I pushed the Slytherin’s snobby tone out of my mind and me and Arthur fell asleep talking about Kneazles.

The days came and went. One day I helped a second year Ravenclaw named Zenobia Noke find all her gobstones. When she told me that Imelda played a part in hiding them, I headed directly to the quidditch pitch to confront her. “A SECOND YEAR??” I bellowed. She smirked. “What do you care? She was a brat, and I taught her a lesson. You’re just being weak and ignorant.” Laughing as she turned to walk away. The act of defiance and arrogance lit up my temper. “Imelda Reyes, you are a bully and a pathetic loser who can’t help but whine and cry when someone is better than you. You think you’re so good at everything, and so special but really, you’re just insecure and small. Maybe one day you’ll grow up.” And with that, I left. I didn’t care what she had to say.

The next day at dinner, I sat by Arthur and Poppy. “I heard what you said to Imelda. Bullies like her need to be reminded that they’re not in charge here.” Poppy said. “Yeah, she’s been giving us grief since we were first years but you told her!” Arthur added. I looked at both of them thankfully. I was glad I did stand up to Imelda, but there was a piece of me that felt that maybe I was too harsh. I pushed it to the back of my mind and began to eat.

That night, I scrambled up the stairs to the astronomy tower. I had forgotten to finish my star chart, and Professor Shah would not tolerate any more late work. I set up my telescope and found Sirius, then Vega. I was deep into thought when a voice rang out over the cold night air. “I don’t think you’re weak” I damn near jumped out of my skin. I located the voice, and found that it belonged to Imelda. “Sorry?” I asked. She was leaning on the railing, wearing a thick green and grey sweater. “You’re not weak.” She repeated. “Don’t make me say it again” she said with a glare. I laughed, and her face softened. “Don’t worry Imelda. Nobody shall know you said something nice to me.” I couldn’t help but notice that her tone was somewhat different than usual. Not high and snotty, but softer. I was intrigued. “What brings you out here tonight? Enjoying the weather?” I inquired. She looked back out into the Highlands. “No, not the weather. I was actually thinking about you” She said plainly. I was surprised. Was she just up here seething? Plotting my demise? “I’ve never had anyone stand up to me the way you did. It makes me wonder if you’re right. About me being insecure and mean.” I couldn’t help but feel guilty with her words. ‘Imelda, I-“ but I was cut short. “My mother was never very…nurturing. She tried to force me into a mold, said I should focus on real world things, not quidditch and flying.” I could hear the bitterness in her tone. “I admire your integrity. You’re fiercely protective, and I think that takes a lot of courage.” I was shell shocked by her words. “Maybe I tried to distance myself so far from my mother I didn’t realize I was becoming like her.” We stood there a moment, the wind and the owls the only noises. I broke the silence. “You spent years honing your craft. Hard work and dedication. Then here I come, some new guy, and I best your times and yell at you. It kind of makes sense why you were defensive.” She looked over her shoulder at me. My heart fluttered unexpectedly. I don’t know why. I didn’t tell it to. Rude. “You mean that?” She asked. “I do. I have alot of respect for your dedication. Quite honestly, you’re incredible.” I kind of sputtered out the last bit. I’m not sure if it was the way her hair gleamed in the night, or the way the moonlight reflected off her soft skin…. She laughed at my awkwardness. “Well. For a new kid, you’re also a tad incredible. Credit where it’s due.” Her eyes glittered, sparkling like the stars I came up to chart. We fell silent again, and I couldn’t help but stare at her. Even with her sweater, I could tell she worked to keep her figure lean and quick, but also toned with a good bit of muscle. The perfect Chaser. She caught me staring and I quickly looked away, pretending I had something on my shoe. “You know, people would find it quite funny if we became friends.” Of all the things said this night, that may have been the most shocking. “It would be quite funny.” I replied. “Maybe I’ll even have to take you on a date, that’ll really throw them for a loop.” I didn’t know where that came from. Maybe the sorting hat should have put me in Gryffindor with nerve like that. “Maybe you should.” She stepped closer, her dazzling eyes studying my face in the moonlight. I felt my face get hot, and my heartbeat jumped into my throat. “Has anyone told you, that your lower lip twitches when your nervous?” She asked. “What? No. I’m not nervous. Are you? I’m not sure why I’d be-“ before I could stammer out any more poor excuses, she shut me up with a kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into it, wrapping my arms around her. She pulled away, blushing. She cleared her throat and looked down awkwardly. “Now who’s nervous?” I joked. She looked back at me sheepishly. “I didn’t quite expect the butterflies to be that strong.” I laughed and grabbed her hand. “Would you follow me? I know a house elf named Deek who makes the best late night stargazing tea.”

We were right. Everyone’s reaction to us not at each others throats was quite amusing. When she walked up to me in potions and asked to borrow some knotgrass, everyone froze. “Don’t bother repaying me, I have plenty.” I told her. We looked around at all the shocked faces in the room. “What’re you lot staring at?” She asked roughly. Everyone quickly returned to their cauldron. Garreth looked like he’d seen Peeve’s undressing, and Sebastian’s face was as white as the Fat Friar. “Would you come with me to Hogsmeade after class?” I asked her. I could tell she was reveling in the confusion surrounding us. It was quite entertaining. “Yes, I’d fancy a butterbeer with you.” She planted a quick kiss on my cheek and returned to her cauldron. Everyone’s heads looked like they were about to explode. It was hilarious. Sharp snapped everyone out of their trances. “Back to work everyone, your invisibility potions will not brew themselves. Though I’d reckon if they did, they’d be more impressive than what’s been brewed today.” But even he couldn’t hide his amusement. From then on, me and Imelda trained together, laughed together, and just enjoyed each others company. She’d tell you it’s for the reactions, but she’s wrong. You haven’t seen the way she stares at me.

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt ~

Chapter 3: consent (part 2)

(Disclaimer: treasure and Bright eyes are the same person in this fic so just assume 3 things before reading, 1: Bright knows Porter is a vampire and vise versa, 2: I can't afford patrion but I do know what happend In the BA so if you have seen it just assume that they did bite each other they just didn't drink each others blood, 3: Bright dosnt know that Porter is a solaire. Got it? Ok)

TW. Mentions of mental health issues, abandonment issues and Foster care. Bright is ftm trans and uses he/him pronouns

Vincent and Bright had interacted before but not enough for Vincent to not feel nervous about talking to him. Especially about this.

William had told him what happened with Bright and that his answer was that he'd 'think about it'.

Now obviously Vincent wasn't going to sway him one way or the other,

But William had given him the vampire equivalent of 'dad's belt' for gossiping and causing that meeting with Bright to happen earlier than expected.

Besides, Vincent saw how egger William was to take in Bright so he just wanted to show Bright just how sweet this deal could be for him.

If he could just pluck up the courage to just walk over to him!

Just then, Vincent noticed Bright was stretching and groaning in a way that suggested he was stiff or in pain.

The perfect conversion starter.

"Ruff night?"

Bright turned his head towards him.

"Hmm? No actually, I had a great night"

He said this but still stretched out across the common room's couch.

Vincent knew what that meant, of course he did, he was Vincent!

"Yeah?~"

He didn't know where this 'small talk' was going but he was genuinely intrigued.

"Yeah. Went out, fully intended on getting wasted after a long and confusing day but then ran into some old friends and I hate getting drunk in front of people I know, so I got stuck as their double D-"

"Their what?"

"Double D, designated driver"

"Oooohh! OK continue"

"So yeah I got stuck, sober, then all of a sudden this guy comes up to me, lays it on real thick, so we started talking and I'm sure you of all people can figure out what happened after that"

"Wow good for you"

Bright hadn't told anyone this but he had met some of his and Fred's old friends from before....yeah.

You'd think they would have been a little bit concerned considering he and Fred had been 'missing' for ages now, but no.

When he finally sees his old 'friends' again....they didn't even care.

And yet, he still felt like he owed them for leaving and never coming back, so that's why he endured being their DD.

But a certain someone recently taught him that he didn't need to do that anymore.~

"He was also a vampire, which was kinda cool"

"Well I'm glad your mingling with vampires other than Sam and Fred"

There was a moment of silence between the two but then Vincent reminded himself of why he started talking to him in the first place.

"Speaking of mingling with other vampires, I heard about what happened with William"

Bright didn't answer

"And I also know I'm kinda what caused it so I came over here to apologise, it wasn't my news to tell, I'm sorry"

Bright's face went a lot colder than it was before but he still answered him, only he didn't look him in the eyes.

"It's cool, whatever..."

"Well I got the vampire equivalent of 'dad's belt' for gossiping about it so I thought I'd make it up to you"

Bright's face sofend with curiosity.

Vincent continued

"I thought it would be a good idea if I showed you what perks being a solaire Prince comes with"

"Wait-wait-wait!....Prince?"

Vincent held back a smirk.

"Yeah, William is the vampire king so becoming his progeny would make you a Prince, like me. I mean he's not your maker so you probably won't have the same level status as me or alexis but you'll still be classed as 'Prince'".

Bright eyes stared, starstruck. He remembered being a kid, running around with the "other girls" who were all dressed up like princesses, laughing and screaming with him chasing after them. He got yelled at for it later but he just didn't want to be a Princess.

He wanted to be a Prince.

And now, years later, literally after death,

He can be.

"Huh....I guess I never realised that..."

"Well It can be pretty cool, and since your considering it, I thought I'd give you a rundown on what it's like"

"What dose that mean...?"

"It basically just means,

Do you wanna go shopping with me?"

Vincent realised that this was a really long winded way of asking him that.

Bright then looked dead serious and got up from the couch, looked him in the eyes and said

"Vincent, I'm a gay, trans man who grew up with f*k all money

Of course I want to go shopping with you".

"Isn't she gorgeous?"

Bright looked In awe at the car Vincent was showing him.

He whistled

"Sweet ride"

"I know!"

He was smiling ear to ear.

"Wanna ride IN it?"

Vincent jingled the keys

"Can I drive?"

After Bright asked that, Vincent no short of belly laughed.

It took him a moment to pull himself together, but when he eventually managed to stop laughing he looked at Bright and coldly said

"NO"

Vincent opened the car and Bright slid in after him.

The sun had just gone down.

Bright still hadn't gotten used to the whole 'sleep-all-day-and-stay-up-all-night' deal. Usually he was a master at the 'stay-up-all-night' part but not so much the latter.

And considering what happened last night...let's just say he wasn't exactly 'Bright eyed and bushy tailed'.

"Could we get coffee while we're there (Wherever we're going)"

"Yeah of course"

Vincent wanted to avoid awkward silence as much as possible, he also genuinely wanted to get to know him, the real him.

Not the one Sam had told him about.

Besides

It could be cool...having a little brother.

"Sooo...your 'thinking about' being William's progeny?"

"Yep"

.....

"Can I ask why?"

Bright sighed

"Well it's like this, I hate being Sam's progeny, it sucks! Nothing I do is ever enough and whenever I get mad or frustrated that I'll never be as good a vampire as Fred HE gets mad at ME because it's my fault...its all my fault...

But it's not like I don't know that and it's not like apologising is gonna fix anything...."

Vincent took a moment to take all this in.

From what Sam had told him, Bright was just a punk with a bad attitude who couldn't accept the blame for what happened at wonderworld and was a jerk to everyone.

But that's not what Vincent saw.

He just saw himself.

Or who he used to be.

Bright had accepted that what happened was his fault, he just didn't think apologising would do anything.

"So...why not take the offer right away?"

He really didn't want to seem like he was trying to swing him one way or the other, he just wanted to know why he wouldn't, since he hated Sam and Fred so much.

"Because....im used to being passed around from person to person, I hate it. I don't want to be reminded of that feeling again. Especially if William at some point figure's out that I'm not the little broken kid he clearly thinks I am, cos to be honest,

I really am the worst"

.....

"What do you mean...your used to it?"

"Oh! I'm a Foster kid"

He said this much more casually than he did just previous statement.

That did make a lot of sense to Vincent though, and it did clear up a lot. However his reason for why he won't take up William's offer was... worrying.

But low self esteem was definitely something William could help with.

Most of Bright's problems could probably be solved by this agreement.

But that wasn't for Vincent to say.

"Well...im sorry"

"Don't be, its cool......your cool"

Vincent looked at him but he was facing the window

He chuckled.

"So what did you think of William?"

Bright perked up but then looked embarrassed

"Hes cool too..."

"Uh huh, hes been known to have this...power over 'troubled vampire youth'"

Bright scoffed

"I guess...there was just something about him that made me want to-"

"Trust him? Respect him?"

"Yeah! What's up with that?! Does he have like a....genetic dominance over other vampires or something?! I respect NO ONE THAT quickly!"

Vincent began laughing at his sudden outburst

"No, hes just kinda...like that I guess. It pissed me off SO much when I first became his progeny, but you don't seem as upset about it"

"Yeah well...its like I said

He was cool".

Vincent wanted to go on but by now they had reached the parking spot of their location.

"OK looks like we're here, get out"

They both left the car, Bright waited by the car as Vincent paid for the spot.

It looked like this was a regular spot for him

And probably Lovely too, thought Bright.

When Vincent came back from paying, Bright and him walked into the mall.

"So, coffee,"

"Oh god yes"

As soon as they stepped into the building, a Starbucks was waiting for them.

Bright practically ran up to it, put his hands on the counter and asked for a caramel macchiato with as many shots as they were legally allowed to put in.

When Vincent caught up to him he made his order and sat down at the nearest table, Bright joined him.

"So, based on that order I'm guessing the whole 'up all night and sleep all day' thing has been kicking your ass?"

"Keen observation, but aren't we suppose to not talk about that sort of stuff in public?"

Vincent shrugged then gestured towards their surroundings

"Bright, look around, it's getting late and no one is here! Besides vampires have....culturally been known to ummm not ignore covert but....bend the rules a lil"

"Huh...?"

"It's like that one bad stereotype that is completely true"

"Here are your orders guys!"

The batista gave them their drinks after they both thanked her.

They took a minute of silence just to indulge in their drink of choice.

Vincent was way more comfortable around Bright then he was before actually getting to know him.

From what Sam had said, he had assumed he'd be more....hostile....? But he wasn't, he was just like any other newborn but with the added angst of abandonment issues and god knows what else.

After Bright had taken a few sips he looked up at Vincent

"So what's the actual plan here? Like yeah we're at the mall but WHERE are we going?"

"Well I just thought we'd hit my usual spots, clothes shopping, maybe get some snacks and then head down to 711 or something"

Bright nodded.

"OK so basically everything you do with Lovely? Got it"

"Y-yeahh but please don't phrase it like that, it would be a lil weird considering who you would be to me if you agree"

Bright shot him a look of confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well" Vincent took another sip from his coffee "there's this general consensus that a mentor is supposed to act as a parental figure to their progeny, which means there progenys are kinda like siblings, at least that's how most of us view it...thats how I view it"

Bright paused. He had had many 'parental figures' throughout his life, none of them were ever permanent or knew how to handle him and his attitude.....why would this be any different?

He had also, as a result, had many siblings, but next to all of them were younger than him and if they weren't they were always older sisters.

He'd never had an older brother before.

"So...William's like your dad?"

"Yeah but just don't ever call him 'father' ok?"

Vincent seemed serious, it made Bright eyes a little nervous

"O-ok why?"

"He gets super defensive about how he's not a father"

"O-oh, yeah, right"

Bright's head hung a little but he didn't know why.

He didn't want another failed attempt at a father figure to be added to the list so why was he-

Vincent interrupted his train of thought when he tilted his head down to be at eye level with Bright

"But he IS like a 'dad' he will always tell you that".

Bright's head perked back up, still not knowing quite why

"But thats only if you agree that is now come on you can finish that on the way, I have a shopping craze that needs to be satisfied"

Bright got up, sipping his coffee along the way, then a smirk crawled on his face as a thought popped into his head.

"Hey you got turned when you were like 2 years older than me right?"

Vincent looked back at him, worried where this conversation was going.

"Y-Yeah why?"

The smirk got wider

"So do you shop at forever 21?"

After saying this he bust out laughing

"Oh you lil shit come here!"

Vincent said playfully.

He lunged for him but Bright ducked and ran, Vincent followed on.

There was basically on one there, it was like back in the old days when Bright and Fred would check out abandoned buildings together.

For the first time in ages, Bright didn't let that memory bother him, he just ran and howled playfully with Vincent on his tail.

And it was awesome.

After a while the two got out of breath, but Vincent caught up to him and not very hard and with little effort, pushed him to the ground.

They both just laughed for a moment, Bright still on the floor.

"OK OK you've had your fun, now come on, up"

He extended his hand towards him but he got up without it, not in any rude way Vincent just figured he didn't need help.

"So we ran past a couple of the shops I had in mind, wanna WALK back to them?"

"Yeah sure"

They went into the first clothing shop they saw and started browsing.

After a while, Vincent noticed Bright trying on a couple of accessories, chains, hats, shades ect.

"You thinkn of actually buying some of those?"

"Oh god no, some of these prices could pay for the second half of my surgery, I could never afford this!"

A smirk crawled on Vincent's face, he had been waiting for this moment.

"Oh, you think YOU'RE paying for these?"

Bright's head turned towards him so fast the shades he was wearing fell off his head and onto his face, covering his eyes.

He slowly lifted them back up then asked

"Come again?"

Vincent then reached into his wallet and pulled out what could only be described as a 'fan of credit and debit cards'.

Bright was flabbergasted.

"Dare I even ask? You aren't a stripper are you?"

Vincent gave a one note laugh.

"Ha! No no no this is just a solaire thing. What you didn't think Prince was synonymous with rich?"

Bright pulled himself together and stepped closer to him and sheepishly took one of the cards and went up to the desk to pay for the accessories he had on.

Vincent watched on and smiled to himself.

After no short of ransacking as many places as they wanted, the two left the mall but left the car where it was.

"Umm, what about your car?"

"Hm? Oh! Were just going around the corner"

It was pich black outside, when they turned a corner the only sorce of light....was the 711 stood before them.

It looked almost holy and it might as well have been with the way Vincent was gazing at it.

After a moment of watching Vincent bask in its glory, Bright felt a sharp pull on his sleeve and was pulled into the store.

Bright didn't exactly appreciate being pulled around so when they passed the threshold, he snatched his hand back.

"OK JD keep your pants on, it's just 711"

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that because I've enjoyed our night so far. Now follow me"

"OK but I can walk on my own"

Bright followed him through the aisle, 'freeze your brain' now firmly stuck in his head.

Coincidentally enough, when Vincent stopped, Bright was met with the infamous slushy machine.

"You literally dragged me here...for slushys?"

"No I did not 'JuSt DrAg YoU oUt HeRe FoR sLuShYs' I brought you here to enjoy some ice cold liquid gold, after a long and and eventful night! Now pick your flavour, come meet me at the counter and go outside so we can sit on the sidewalk and chill!"

"OK OK, gezz"

Bright picked up a cup and pressed the blue raspberry and cola flavours.

Vincent went round the corner to get more snacks so Bright did what he was told and went up to the counter.

Vincent came back with his 'supplies' and slushy in hand.

He paid and they both went outside.

Vincent took a big gulp (hehe) of his slushy and listened to the silence for a while.

Until Bright eyes spoke up

"Do you think I should do it?"

"Do what...?"

"Agree to be William's progeny?"

Vincent hesitated.

He did have a lot of fun today, Bright wasn't a bad kid and he could tell that William liked him a lot.

But this wasn't about him.

"Well...I know you and Sam don't get along, I also know that kind of person William is and yeah being a solaire dose come with its perks

But I don't think I should sway you one way or the other.

Listen, I know this must sound bullshit but when I was first turned by him, I was so much like you that it kinda scares me"

"Oh f*k off"

"No, I'm serious. I had the same realationship with William as you have with Sam. So if I were you, knowing what I know now, I'd stay with Sam....but I'm not you and I don't think that thats really what you want"

Bright sighed and took a swig of his slushy.

"Yeah well...I think I'm still gonna marinate on it, ask around a bit maybe get to know you guys better"

"That sounds good"

That's way more than I did, thought Vincent.

"It's so funny to me, you'd think me and Sam would get along better considering how much we have in common"

At first Vincent thought he was being sarcastic but then he thought about it, then he asked

"Wait.....what are you talking about?"

"Oh yeah I forgot everyone leaves this part out....

You know what happend in wonderworld right? Sam told you?"

"Y-yeah"

"Well...you know that he was turned by Sam and that Fred turned me but what no one seems to know or care about.....is that I didn't want him to. I wanted him to stop. I didnt know exactly what he was doing but I couldn't. Make him. Stop.

Who knew being turned without consent was a big 'no no' am I right? I only found that out after it happened. Anyway its getting late or I suppose early, I can finish this I the car, you coming to or what?"

Bright stood up and walked towards the car but Vincent just sat there trying to take in everything that was just said.

Why did no one tell him that? Why dose no one know about that?! And how long was it before he found out that that wasn't OK?....

All these questions flooded Vincent's mind but he snapped out of it when he saw Bright waiting alone by the car.

What could he possibly say after that....?

The car journey back was deadly silent. Vincent realised why he was so scared to talk to Bright in the first place. He was worried that Sam was wrong about him, scared that all the things that Sam seemed to hate about him were just the same things HE did back then, scared that William would-

"Oh man I love this song!"

His spiraling, intrusive thoughts were interrupted by the sound of "dear Maria count me in" and by Bright's excitement when it started playing.

Vincent began to smile, he let himself ignore what Bright said before and let the sound of his voice overshadow the sound of his mind.

Eventually the two were belting it out together, Vincent lowered his roof and Bright stood up in his car, hands up, still singing as loud as he could.

That crazy kid.

Taggs - @darlin-collins

(Also let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter)

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Zöe Nightshade x Ftm!Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Language

D/n = Dead Name; Y/n = Your Name

Request: heyy i saw that you write for pjo. Was wondering if you could write some dating hc’s with Zöe and transguy!reader? Possibly have reader be a child of the norse mythology, like a son of Hel? If you’re not feeling it normal dating hc’s are ok too. Love your writing <333

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• You were head over heels for her the moment you saw her.

• She didn’t notice you at first, but when she did…

• The Hunters had come to camp one day to talk about something important with Chiron. He held a meeting with all the head counselors and Zöe was there.

• You made eye contact with her across the table.

• It was the scariest moment of your life.

• You could’ve sworn the two of you were looking at each other for hours. At least that’s what it felt like.

• You could get lost in her eyes forever.

• They reminded you of Celestial Bronze: terrifying yet elegant; brutal yet graceful.

• After the meeting you were talking to Annabeth and Percy when Zöe came up to you asking to speak to you privately.

• You saw a smirk grow on your friends’ faces as you left to talk with Zöe.

• The two of you sat in silence for a few seconds until you finally said, “Soooooooooo”

• She then responded, much less awkwardly, with, “I do not know what, but there is something about you, D/n that draws me in. Makes me want to learn about you, spend time with you. I have never felt love, but this just might be it.”

• You we’re stunned, No way, you thought, There’s no way the most gorgeous human being in the world is actually saying this to me. This is a really weird dream.

• She, being an incredibly skilled hunter who’s great at reading body language in both animals and humans, took your silence as a good thing and kissed you.

• Best moment of your life.

• The Hunters wound up staying at camp MUCH longer than expected and Zöe spent the whole time with you.

• Sitting on the beach exchanging war stories, (well, for you they were more like fights with the occasional monster or angry Ares kid) or making stupid jokes all the time to try and make her laugh.

• Oh, gods, her laugh.

• Easily the most gorgeous sound you’ve ever heard.

• Sirens couldn’t compare.

• Everything was going great: you were dating the love of your life, you had three friends (three more than before you came to camp). And then you realized you were trans.

• After you knew, your dysphoria seemed to get so much worse.

• Every time someone said your deadname your will to live got smaller and smaller.

• You knew you had to come out, you weren’t too nervous about coming out to the kids at camp; they were pretty excepting.

• It was Zöe you were worried about.

• She’s like 3,000 years old, she barely excepts the U.S. postal system, let alone trans people.

• You’d never asked her about that before, but you knew for sure she didn’t agree with your identity.

• You had just decided you weren’t gonna come out to her, until one day you were sitting on the shore overlooking Long Island Sound and she looked at you and said, “I love you, D/n.”

• That’s it, you couldn’t take it anymore.

• “Thats not my name, my name is Y/n, my pronouns are he/him, i’m trans.”

• You regretted it as soon as those words came out of your mouth.

• Shit, you thought, I really just fucked up the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She hates me now. She’s honestly probably gonna murder-

• Your thoughts were interrupted by her responding, “Ok. I love you, Y/n.”

• You smiled so wide your jaw hurt.

• You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

• Your girlfriend hugged you close and told you how handsome you looked in that shirt, even though it was the same orange Camp Half-Blood shirt you’d been wearing all summer.

• That night at the campfire, you came out to the rest of your camp with Zöe right beside you.

• You were a little apprehensive about Chiron, but he said that he was cool with it and do you have any idea how many heroes have been gay?

• That night you all sang songs as usual but Zöe couldn’t help but notice the campfire glowing a little bit brighter and your smile being a hell of a lot bigger.

• Near the end of the summer, the Hunters had to leave to go chase down more big scary monsters.

• You we’re sad of course, but Zöe repeatedly assured you that she’d be back in no time to see you.

• You’re a year-round camper, so every time the Hunters come back, you’re there at the top of the hill to greet them.

• You act like you’re there to see all of them, but really you just want to see Zöe.

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sorry i didn’t include the son of hel thing, i wanted to but i couldn’t really figure out how. i hope you like the rest tho

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Okay okay okay I'm working on a Spiderverse fic based on if I was in it because the hyperfixation is hitting very hard right now. I haven't figured out what the main plot will be yet but here's what I have come up with so far!! I think I'm going to post it on Wattpad and (maybe) on here chapter-by-chapter!!! Also. Hart is not my real last name. Also some of the ideas are contradictory, my brain thought of them in the order they are listed. There's still quite a few more complex ideas in my brain

HERE IT IS!!!!:

Oliver hart, the one and only spider man.

Started a band with Hobie and Gwen, being the singer and piano player.

Does not like Miguel in the slightest, but is still there to try and change everything, as well to have some control of what is going on in the situation. 

Had to overcome the freezing up aspect of his anxiety

Gets triggered frequently but is able to face through it by wearing the mask

The only ones who have seen him cry without his mask on are Hobie and Gwen.

Hobie and Gwen absolutely adore his art, and he thinks the both of them are the absolute shit.

Finds the disabled spider man really lovely (I don’t remember her line, but I found it really silly that she made the crutch joke because that’s shit I would do heheheh)

Thought that Gwen’s outfit was really cool with the trans colors

Thinks pavitr is fucking rad as hell

Stammers a lot, but is still really silly and good at thinking on the spot

It took him a while to get strong enough to sling himself around, but is not very good at slinging himself through tight spaces because he’s fat.

Compares himself to the other spiders a lot

Genuinely scared of Miguel because of how much he reminds him of his dad.

Definitely helped Hobie get parts for the watches, going out of his way to keep tabs on him because he’s terrified of his band mates getting hurt.

Thinks miles is so so cool from all he’s heard about him from gwen. LIKE, ANOTHER COOL ART DUDE??? WHOSE OUTFIT IS SO SO COOL??

Will not hesitate to complain about a bad texture

Him and Pavitr are in the hair exposed gang.

Oliver does have a hood for his hair, but he prefers not to use it when he can because it’s uncomfortable.

HIs headphones have spider webs from all his friends as a momento, as well as to stick to his head.

He got special gear to have a music player inside of his suit.

Likes to point out that he did not choose to be Spiderman, he just chose to help people because he always wanted to do that.

One of his drawings is on Hobie’s guitar, and Hobie signed his piano

The death of one of his uncles, who is a cop, he felt could have been avoided if he was only more nimble and slim, so that’s one of the big things he compares himself to the other spiders to. If only he could have been fast enough.

Hobie and Gwen both know that holding hands reduces Oliver’s anxiety tremendously

Oliver was in his room, recording a song for release before a portal from spider HQ appeared in his room.

 “WHAT IN THE EVER LIVING JESUS FUCKING-” He yelled.

So yeah that was Miguel’s first impression of him

He was very uncomfortable at hq for a while, until Hobie noticed the anarchy symbol on his shoes and they swiftly became friends.

He had already told his parents that he was spiderman because he actually trusts them and know they wont’ tell the public or anything.

HE immediately shot miguel in the face with his web shooter, apologizing profusely afterwards.

He initially found Miguel really goofy 

but once shit hit the fan he no longer found Miguel goofy. Oh me oh my

OH!! I FORGOT TO ADD!! HERE IS HIS DESIGN!!: (The first one is the most accurate design, but the purple one on on the right is also verysimilar to hsi final design.)