#trans makoto

[xinghai]

Messiah

[dumpygrimbos]

Behind New Eyes Chapter 5

A Danganronpa body switch fanfic, with queer characters and trans themes.

Sample:

That should be everyone.”

“Not everyone,” Taka said, “You forgot about Toko.”

“Most likely comatose up in my body, or maybe dead in Makoto’s,” Byakuya said with a twisted grin.

“So the two people unaccounted for right now are Sayaka and Toko?” Celeste noted.

“Isn’t that a little weird though?” Hina mused.

“Whatever do you mean, my dear?”

“Well its just that Toko’s, no offense to her, a nervous wreck. She barely talks to people, and when she does it’s not exactly successful. Every conversation I’ve had with her ends with her either screaming insults at me or screaming insults at herself. Whoever was in Byakuya’s body was socially competent, if a little foul-mouthed and weird.”

“And whoever was in my body was downright charming,” I said. Celeste turned and looked at me like I’d grown a second head, “Don’t look at me like that, they were just really nice!”

“But that’s just what I mean,” Hina continued, “I don’t think Toko has it in her to act like a social butterfly. Neither of them seem like they could’ve been Toko.

“Then what are you saying?” Leon gaped in confusion, an extremely unusual facial expression to see on Kyoko’s face, “That some sixteenth student was hidden somewhere in the school and got mixed up in our switch, and now Toko is god-knows where?”

Junko coughed uncomfortably. Hina continued, “No, what I’m saying is I think someone here is lying about who they actually are. I think it might even be Kyoko, or whoever she actually is.”

“I did think it was odd that she was the only one not to hear the knocking last night…” Mondo added.

There were a few gasps around the room, but Kyoko took out a pen and pad and wrote something down before raising a hand to silence everyone, “I’m sorry to make another aside, but I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere if we’re all hung up on who everyone is. I can explain who Toko is, but this is going to get a little weird.”

“What do you mean weird?” I asked.

Kyoko didn’t respond as she took out a ziplock baggie with some greyish-black powder inside. Black pepper? Why did she have that? Curiously, she took a pinch of the pepper and flicked it up into her own face. Her face scrunched up as she carefully resealed the bag and put it back in her pocket. Finally she reeled back and shut her eyes, gripping the note in her hand tight, “Aah… aahh… achoo!”

Kyoko leaned back up, her posture slouched, like she was trying her best to hide herself. She glanced around the room, then at each of her classmates, “Um, w-where am I?”

“Huh? Kyoko you okay?” I asked.

“I-I’m not Kyoko…” she trailed off as she noticed the note in her hand. Her eyes darted down the page, rapidly reading, before she gripped her head and began rubbing her temples, “Ugh… why is s-she shoving this onto me?

“Okay l-look, this is going to sound crazy but I-I’m Toko Fukawa. The actual one. I know you probably won’t believe a scraggly, pathetic girl like me, but I need you to f-follow me on this. I have dissociative identity disorder. That’s when you have multiple personalities, if you’re too s-stupid to get it! I don’t know when she got control, but my other personality was out when the switch happened. I don’t know why it didn’t move both of us together, but because she was fronting only she got switched, and Kyoko took her place, and now we’re… like this.”

“You honestly expect me to believe such drivel? Quit screwing around, Kyoko, we don’t have time for this,” Byakuya commanded scornfully, “Or if you’re Toko pretending to be Kyoko, do as your master says and stop acting like a fool.”

“A-ah, but Byakuya isn’t here… Oh I wish my master were here to help me…” Toko whimpered with a blush. Byakuya looked aghast at the sight, as though this of all things is what made it click for him that this really wasn’t Kyoko.

“Toko, you called it ‘her,’ but could you tell us a little more about your other personality? It might help with the case,” Hina asked gently.

Toko looked a little confused as to why Leon would ask something in such a demure way, but she answered nonetheless, “She’s my exact opposite in every way. Where I’m scared and helpless, she’s terrifying and strong. She’s loud and uncouth and violent. When she wants to she can act like she’s me, but she’s a lot m-more confident. She and I have different memories, but shared emotions. Anyone I hated she hated, and anyone I loved she loved too. But, her love was twisted and wrong. She… she liked to kill pretty boys. Anyone either of us fancied, she’d h-hunt them for sport then gut them like pigs. She’d crucify them and pin them to the walls. And on the wall she’d write-“

“Bloodlust…” Byakuya whispered. His voice was calm and quiet, but just by looking at him you could tell he was terrified. He was keeping his face as composed as possible, but he had gone white as a sheet. Toko nodded.

“Wait, I think I remember hearing something about that in a manga,” Hifumi wondered aloud.

“Not a manga, Hifumi. The real serial killer Genocide Jack,” Junko said.

Hiro screamed, then stammered out, “I-It must have been Toko then! She’s a serial killer who goes for hot guys, that’s why she killed Makoto’s body!”

“Why am I only now finding out everyone thought I was hot?” I murmured.

“Are you truly this much of a fool?” Celeste rolled her eyes as Hiro opened his mouth, “Don’t answer that. Toko just said that Genocide Jack isn’t even in her head anymore, and I’m not even going to amuse the ridiculous idea that either Toko or a famed serial killer are perfectly mimicking Kyoko, as they were moments ago. It simply could not be Toko, at least not for this reason.”

“Unless she’s lying…” Hifumi said, Sayaka’s beautiful voice sounding unusually sniveling at his command, “It’s just like the culprit of a great detective manga to lie and make stuff up because they’re more respected than the protagonist!”

“If we keep doubting each other’s testimony like this, we will be here for days,” Sakura sighed, “I’m inclined to agree with Celeste. The idea of Toko pretending to be Kyoko, or Kyoko pretending to be Toko for that matter, are both very far-fetched.”

“Do you at least have any proof that you’re really Genocide Jack?” Leon said incredulously, “This is a pretty crazy story.”

Toko’s voice dropped to a timid whisper, “I d-do, but its kind of embarrassing.”

“Just get on with it, I don’t want to test the fucking bear’s patience!” Mondo barked. Full Story available here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38751897/chapters/104445627

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

happy pride month

[justsomedumbstuff]

Protags :3

Old versions under the cut

Left: January 2023

Right: July 2021

[catboymoments]

Kazuichi Souda being the world’s most girlfailure transfem is something I love soooo much lately. This thang will not crack her egg until 1 am on a Thursday when she’s 27 after saying shit like “man I wish I was a girl” and not elaborating for years and then go to Hajime about it (waking him up in the process) only for him to be like “wait you’re just now realizing this”

[sidney1080p]

makoto got a haircut

[lvnesart]

Nothing quite like seeing your aunt in your dream and feeling Worse

[bi-naesala]

made another batch of these

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[smengart]

more sonas

[makoto-chi]

bodysuit progress for fi

[peachfolk]

This is the most compelled I've ever been by a love triangle and I'm not even rooting for any of the couples. Just rooting for the characters to be happy individually.

[punkeropercyjackson]

I love you Tim Drake i love you Avatar Aang i love you Miles Morales i love you Izuku Midoriya i love you Hunter Noceda-Deamonne I love you male kid characters who're genuinely interesting and positive role models for young boys and are hated by pick me girls and dudebros for not being walking testoteronepilled fantasies for dogshit written self-insert purposes

[xinghai]

Happy TDOV 🏳️‍⚧️🦋

[istolethenamemoze]

[smokbeast]

Kissy big wife, and babies