#slight transphobia tw

[slapshotsandscones]

Jack comes out to his parents as transmasc at 13 years old. His parents are so supportive. Alicia immediately takes her son shopping, because "If you're going to wear men's fashion, you're going to do it right." Sadly, that doesn't really stick, and Jack still has the horrible fashion taste of a white jock, but he does get clothes that work for him.

At that point, Jack was playing coed hockey. But a few years later, Jack's reaching the age that he has to join a gendered team if he wants to play competitively. And Bad Bob knows his son, and his drive, so he sits him down for a talk. He essentially tells him "If you want to play hockey seriously and competitively, it's going to be hard, I won't lie to you. But you absolutely have the drive and skill, and I will support you every step of the way. No hockey club is going to want to be the place that denied Bad Bob's son the chance to play, and I know you might hate that, but I absolutely will use it against homophobes."

And so Jack continues playing hockey on mens teams, with the support of his parents. And it does suck sometimes, because people aren't nice to those different than them. But Jack loves hockey enough that it doesn't matter, so he powers through.

Then the Q happens. Jack may be closer with his father, but the pressure of being a trans athlete adds to his anxiety, along with the whole thing with Kent. The overdose still happens, and Jack still quits hockey for a while.

But eventually, he comes back to sport he loves so much. He starts off by teaching. This is how he finds out that his dad has been working on a charity for queer kids to learn to play hockey in an inclusive environment. He becomes a coach for the organization, and relearns how to love hockey without all the transphobia and pressure that made him quit in the first place.

Then Samwell happens, and honestly its really refreshing for Jack and Bad Bob both for Jack to be playing competitively in an inclusive environment - the Samwell hockey team takes the "maybe more" part of the "1 in 4, maybe more" slogan a bit too seriously. It does take the rest of the team an embarrassingly long time to realize Jack is trans though, outside from Lardo. He's had top-surgery at this point, and you can see the scars: the team is just oblivious.

And then suddenly college is over. And Jack thinks that hockey is probably over for him, because the NHL isn't that inclusive. But then he gets a call from George Martin, who's seen how he plays, and thinks its time for Hockey to modernize. And Bad Bob immediately jumps right back into the fight for his son. After all, you don't tell hockey royalty that his son can't play when he's good enough to be scouted. (George and Bad Bob become fast friends - Jack is mildly terrified.)

And so Jack becomes the first trans player in the NHL, thanks to an incredibly supportive dad and a very dedicated GM. He and Bitty still have their mid-ice kiss, which still garners a lot of attention because it's two men kissing at center ice, even if everyone already knows Jack is queer.

And slowly but steadily, the NHL becomes more inclusive, all because Bad Bob Zimmerman loved his son enough to fight for him.

#jack zimmermann #bad bob #bob zimmermann #george martin #slight transphobia tw #trans jack zimmerman #trans headcanon #🏳️‍⚧️ #trans author #omgcp #omg check please #lancerambles

[stuffedwalrus]

Little damian and duke bonding thing

TW: Internalized transphobia

“I..” Damian hesitates, something that makes Duke's mouth snap shut with an audible click. “I am not who you believe me to be. I..have deceived you all.” 

“What?” Duke breathes out, intending to stop at that one word. He didn’t, however, instead continuing with a slight tilt of his head. “You get a new cat? A new secret identity? Wait, no, don’t tell me! You’re a clone.”

Damian, much to Duke's relief, rolls his eyes so hard it looks like it’d hurt on anyone else and scoffs at him. “Don’t be ridiculous, Thomas. This is serious.”

“Right, yeah, sorry. Keep going.”

“Tt” Damian sends another quick glance towards the exit, most likely assuring that no one was around to hear what he clearly needed to say and, frankly, it’s highly unlikely anyone would be. Damian had found him in a corner of the mansion not even Alfred frequented more than a handful of times throughout the months. A quiet, secluded, area towards the back of the manor with tall windows that overlooked the backyard and all the eerie land around the manor. The doors, made of large solid slabs of mahogany and forged years before even Bruce was a thought help in keeping the room hauntingly silent, allowing it to go relatively unnoticed. 

Duke is starting to think that finding his shoes in here was a lot more deliberate than before, as Damians eyes slowly did another sweep across the sitting room.  

“Hey, I really am sorry…about making it silly. Whatever this is seems important to you and I—”

“Shut up, Thomas. You're making me regret this.”

“Right, right. Carry on.”

Damian takes one more glance around the room before leaning his upper body closer towards Duke, a grave expression on his face. 

“I am…not a boy.”

“Oh.” Duke pauses, whole body going still while he processes the new information. “You’re…not a boy?”

“No.” Da-they mutter, looking away. Duke hums, shifting his body weight from where it had settled at the tips of his fingers. He wills a few shadows away, the one he naturally creates when he gets the urge to hide, and looks to his…younger sibling with something he hopes looks like empathy. 

“Okay, not a boy. Cool, that’s cool. I’m not, either.”

“What.” Dami(?) says flatly, looking at Duke with a mix of emotions that he cannot pinpoint. He thinks he sees contempt somewhere in there, though. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I-” Duke cuts himself off, looking back and forth between D and the door. “I mean I’m not a boy either. I haven’t really told anyone in the family, kinda wanted to feel stuff out first, y'know but. Yeah.” He finishes lamely. It’s clear D is not impressed if the look on her(?) face is anything to go by. They don't say anything immediately, which causes a swirl of emotions to fill Duke's chest but finally, after a few tense minutes, D speaks. 

“I refuse to sit here and be mocked by you, you insolent-”

“Whoa, whoa. Who’s mocking you?” Duke asks, genuine confusion flooding his brain. He thinks back on his words, wondering what it is that possibly could’ve been misconstrued. “I’m not mocking you?”

“Then what are you doing?” D hisses, shoulder tight with something a little too closed in to be anger. 

“I’m…trying to relate?” He says like a question which makes D curl up tighter. “I just- I’m not a boy. You said you weren’t and I…thought it’d make you feel better if you knew I wasn’t fully one either?”

“You were born a girl too?”

“I-what.” Duke blinks, eyes widening as he looks to D with scrunched up brows. “No? I was assigned male at birth…were you not?”

Suddenly D…Damians(?) face heats up as he(?) averts his eyes from Duke. It’s the first time he’s ever seen Damian do that and it’s kind of freaking him out. “Did I not just tell you such?”

“I..I thought…wait so are you trans or not?”

“What’s trans?”

Duke blinks at the kid. Once. Twice. Realizes they’re fully serious. He suddenly rises from his seat, feeling the need to pace around while he tries to process what it is exactly that he’s missing. 

“Okay…okay. You said you aren’t a boy-”

“Correct.” Damian murmurs, looking to Duke with open weariness and a little bit of annoyance.

“That you were assigned female at birth-”

“Yes, Thomas we’ve established.”

“But…we all know you as a boy.”

Damian physically curls up on himself now, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He rests his head on his knees but doesn’t look anywhere near Duke.

 “I…I was told to, by mother, when I first got here.” He explains but not really because that is, in no way, shape or form, an acceptable explanation. Luckily he continues. “I was told it’d be better to tell father I was a boy, in case there may be any issues with me being heir due to my gender. After I cut off all connections to mother and the league I...remained a boy. I feared revealing such information may cause my path to redemption to suffer…”

“But?” Duke prods, gently, brain making connections seconds ago but needing the words straight from Damian himself.

“But..” Damian does finally look at him now, though it's brief and filled with something so so heartbreaking before it’s immediately covered up by that classic Wayne Family Wall Building. “But…I…had grown quite comfortable portraying myself as male. It was…nice. I had never given much thought to who I was before I came here but…if I had had a choice…I believe I would have chosen to be a male from the very beginning.”

He shoots another glance at Duke, immediately averting his eyes down to the bright green fuzzy socks he adorned. “Though I am aware that is a foolish desire. I am a girl…I cannot escape that.”

Duke thinks he hears Damian mutter a small “no matter how hard I try” under his breath but doesn't think too hard about it because he's far too busy taking in a big breath. Letting it out. Doing it another time for good luck and sanity. 

“Okay…can I tell you what I thought was going on?”

Damian raises a brow but gestures at him to continue. 

“I thought…that when you told me that…I was gonna have a new sister or something.”

“I am not new. I was always your sister.”

“You’ve never been my sister, Dami. I thought you were trans but, like, the other way at first. “

“ I..still don’t know what that means.” Damian mutters, still clearly upset by his lack of knowledge about something. Anything, really. 

“It's..it's you, I guess. It's when someone is born as one gender but realizes they're actually another gender. Or no gender, that works too. Or both genders. Or, really anything. Like, all the genders but not all the time? I'm that, I think? Look-” He cuts himself off, finally sitting back down on the couch next to Damian. “If you were technically born a girl but you're a lot more comfortable and happier being a boy then…well no one's gonna tell you to go back to being a girl.”

Damian looks at him suspiciously, eyebrow raised to the high heavens. 

“You're pulling my leg.”

“I'm not. I wouldn't. Not about this.” Duke reassured, placing a hand in the space between him and Damian. It doesn't quite reach the other boy but it's there if he wants it. Needs it. 

“You are.” Damian insists, sitting up straighter and shooting a disapproving look at the hand. “Grandfather would never allow such a…a delusional existence.” 

“It's not delusional. It's real and it's completely valid and…and super cool and…shit I am not made for these speeches.” 

“I'll say,” Damian snorts, hands crossing over his chest.

“What I'm saying is you don't have to be a girl if you don't want to. If you want to keep being a boy then be a boy. We'll all accept you, dude. It's all good.”  

Damian doesn't say anything, instead sitting almost completely still and silent for a good five minutes. Duke was about to shake him before his head suddenly snapped up, looking towards Duke's direction. 

“I want to be a boy. If I am truly allowed to choose…I choose this. I choose to be Damian.”

“Cool.” Duke nods, smiling. “That's cool, dude. Glad you're learning new things about yourself.”

“Yes. It is...good. And you're sure father will not be upset?” 

“Nah. When Tim came out as bi Bruce went on a whole deep dive learning all about the community and making sure he was super inclusive. If anything he might be too supportive.” 

Damian snorts and Duke silently pats himself on the back for this big bro moment of his.

“Though, quick question.” Duke says, mind raking through every bit extra thought in his mind.  “Why...did you tell me? Before anyone else? Before Bruce or Dick?” 

“Well…” Damian hesitates. He's been doing that a lot these past few minutes. It should freak Duke out but right now his brain is fried and stuck in protective older brother mode. Every hesitance is just an added weight to his already cracking heart. “You're the most accepting of strange situations and people and I assumed you'd be the most…okay with my lies. Nor would you use it as blackmail against father or Grayson. You're good, Thomas. I….I needed good.”

“None of the others would do that to you.” Thomas says first, placing a hand on Damians shoulder. “They're jerks sometimes but they're not monsters. They're yo-our siblings. They'd let you come out on your own time.” 

Damian doesn't say anything and Duke doesn't make him. They sit in silence for a few minutes before Damian's body slowly starts to tilt to the side. He lands, gently, onto Duke's shoulders, his head resting perfectly on top. 

“I'll have to let them know eventually. They'll want to let the public know and I'll need a good cover story to hide why they were unaware of the truth.” 

“You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. For however long you don't want to do it. This is your thing, not theirs. You can tell them and we'll never tell the press or Gotham and you'll go on just like how you are. All your shit says male, anyway. Not like we'd have to change anything there.” 

“I guess.” 

“And medically everything can be covered. Bruce can make, like, a thousand NDA’s. You might get some pills or some shots or some other stuff. Nothing crazy. Nothing anyone will look down on you for.” 

Damian hums, mouth pressed shut. 

“And, hey,” he nudges Damian to look up at him, making sure their eyes meet. “I'll be right there with you if you want. No matter what anyone says or how anyone reacts, I'll always be in your corner, okay? Always.” 

“I—” he cuts himself off with a quick yank of his head and a hidden sniff. “Thank you, Th—...Duke. Thank you, Duke. I appreciate it.” 

“Anytime, Dami. Anytime.”

#little idea i had #I AM NOT A COMICS READER #I RECENTLY GOT INTO THE FANFICS AND I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE CUTE #Sorry for any inaccuracies I just like sibling bonding #damian wayne #duke thomas #I don't think the league is transphobic but i needed plot #tw internalized transphobia #tw slight sexism #batfam #ficlet #not a fully fleshed idea #pls no hate i know its ooc I just wanted to write this pls y thank u

[flowey-the-lanternflower55]

So this is my first ever vent

I'm scared of having to go to my mimis

But I have to anyways or else you will make me feel bad about not going

The reason I feel scared about having to go to her house is because I have to act straight around her because she is severely homophobic transphobic and slightly racist and a hardcore Christian which I am not any of those

Nowhere near Christian for me but she forces me to do stuff like go to church and I don't really like to

I'm scared because I'm going to have to go back into the closet around her and I'm scared what she's going to do if she ever finds out that I'm a lesbian

I don't want to disappoint her or let her down

#vent post #vent #tw vent #homophobia #transphobia #slight racism

[steam-powered-chaos]

Rage of the Robot (Chapter 2.5 of New Beginning)

Tw for slight transphobia (not towards Rabbit dw dw) and heavy swearing/yelling

It was Sunday morning, meaning that the manor was mostly silent as all the bots had been programmed to rest a little longer than usual, which was unfortunate as a very loud shout and a crash decided to wake almost everyone up. Data stormed past Hatchworth and The Jon’s rooms, steam billowing out from the vents on their shoulders, with a Walter worker scrambling out of their way to avoid their wrath, leaving their friend and Hatchworth to pop their heads around their doors to watch as they stormed downstairs, their feet landing heavily on the steps.

“…Looks like they came from the Hall of Wires.” Hatchworth tilted his head, glancing at The Jon “Do you think they saw something that upset them?” The Jon shrugged in response, before grabbing Bronzey and following his friend with caution, as even more crashing followed in Data’s wake. What would happen if he couldn’t calm them down? Would they lash out, and hit him? No, Data would never hurt The Jon! They were friends… weren’t they? The Jon continued his pondering as he peeked around the kitchen door to watch Data as they kicked a chair, smashing it into pieces. “BASTARDS! WANKERS!” They screamed as they picked up another chair, swinging it at the wall, sending several cups and mugs to fall from the cabinet and shatter on the floor. Data grabbed the table with both hands, about to throw it at the door, The Jon bracing himself for the impact, before stopping upon noticing their friend, the table dropping from their hands and landing back on the ground with a crash.

Data sunk to their knees, and The Jon ran to their side, placing a hand on their back gently in an attempt to soothe their fury. Oil slowly dripped from their optics and they tightly wrapped their arms around the small automaton, slowly falling limp as they calmed from their rage and dissolved into despair.

“She was a woman..” they whispered “She was a woman, she always was, but they listed her as a man, they used her old name on her headstone… she wasn’t even given her own, she was lumped in with the other soldiers… oh mother..” Data sobbed into The Jon’s shoulder, and quiet footsteps sounded from behind the two.

Rabbit said nothing, but joined the hug in silence, all of them grieving for a woman they never knew

(Hi everyone! This is just a slightly shorter joining chapter since chapter 3 will most likely take a little longer than expected! Thank you all for enjoying the work I’ve been putting out, I really appreciate it!)

#spg #steam powered giraffe #fanbot #Tw: swearing #Tw: slight transphobia #Tw: transphobia #Spg oc

[undead-merman]

hi would you be able to do a short one shot of trans masc x male!Kylar? basically the premise would be "kylar doesn't realize pc is trans because pc passes", you can have them react however you think kylar would react, doesn't even have to be NSFW. I just rarely see trans masc gay content for Kylar crying

lil bit of transphobia but kylar is still drooling over you. lol happy pride

Male Kylar with Trans FtM- Reader NSFW

Watching You

Ever since that faithful day of running into you and seeing your face above him. His heart flew right into his throat. Blood rushed to his face as he stumbled for words. He could hardly get them out before tripping himself up and away. 

He had to skip class after that, catching his breath and throwing water on his face in the bathroom. The heat burns his face and his thighs weak when he sees how hard he is. His cock presses hard against his trousers as he bites his lip and a small drop of drool comes out as he palms it. 

Kylar then starts tailing you from a distance. Watching you, unable to take his eye off unless you catch him, when you do that he can’t help but turn his head. He can’t look at you in the eyes. Such a handsome man, he just can’t meet your eyes. His heart can’t take that again. 

Then you start showing some interest, meeting with him after school or sparing your lunchtime to sit with him, making sure he wasn’t lonely. You were a good man, much too good for this place. 

Then as he gets comfortable and is finally able to meet your gaze he starts tailing you, he had to know more. God, he just couldn’t help himself a man as wonderful as you alone. He NEEDED to know more, everything. Night, day, those times when your clothes were falling off, he was there watching. Taking mental notes on everything. From your favorite jacket, or slightly baggy shirt or pants. Your favorite snacks at the corner store, the place you spend your free time, and where you work. 

At night he’d rub his cock raw imagining your body, it was a shame the clothes you wore were so baggy. He wanted to imagine your cock much more. Maybe the few times he saw your clothes shredded helped but was never enough.        

Discoveries

If you still wore more feminine underwear his mind would wonder every so often when he stole your delicates and pressed them against his face to inhale the scent. The smell of your perfume or cologne, the smell of your sweat, and hopefully some of your juices. Tongue right on the crotch of them. His fingers pinch his glands as he fucks his palm at the aftertaste of you.   

Should he find out through rumors around school, he’ll be horribly distraught. Other people knew before him? Was it something you wanted to hide, or was it a playful thing you did, dressing up? He spends many nights chewing his nails until there was nothing left and bloody, skin peeling from under his nails and on his fingertips. But he loved you… why? Were you teasing him? Did you not trust him? He’d do anything for you accept you no matter what, why did you not tell him?

If he finds out through sex he’s surprised for sure, but he melts deeply. His blood is rushing all over his body, his skin feels like it’s on fire and tingling, his gut twist, and his fingertips want to sink into your flesh. Gods, whatever deity was watching over him bless them for crafting this splendid body. No matter how far along you are in your transition he nearly faints. If you had scars he drools all over them before licking them up and his whole body trembles. Something about scars turns him on, they make you more human in his eyes, not just some otherworldly, something that he can obtain, and properly care for. And perhaps breed you full of his kids. 

If he had to witness Whitney fucking you his whole body trembles, becoming like a wild animal. Gritting his teeth as he pulls at the lackeys pinning him down and turning his head to watch. He couldn’t learn this here, not now. How dare he force you this way. He’ll kill Whitney, he has to he can’t get you- no he won’t let it come to that, never. 

Or maybe he’s given you his old owl plush carefully stitched together so you notice the little camera inside. It would watch over you! Protect you too! But when he pulled up the files he quickly covered his eyes. Even when secretly watching you, this was something very important! He’ll pretend he didn’t see it, promise. After all, you should be the one to tell him. Or at least he thinks so. Either way, he’s thrilled to know. He loves you the most so he knows the most secretive and personal thing. He’s so excited for the day you tell him. Now he can make it the most romantic he can possibly be. That even gives him the time to save up if you need surgery. Anything to make you happy.      

Or assuming he hadn’t seen you until he’d gone mad and locked you away as he twitched and grinned at you, slicing off your clothes to see your bare body for the first time. His whole body would freeze as he took it in. having a strange moment of clarity before laughing maniacally. Fuck, you look perfect like this. But why did you lie? Well, it doesn’t matter. No more secrets, husbands don’t keep secrets. Now you’ll be open and bare before him just as he will.  

All that mattered was you belonged to him. He really didn’t care what shape or sex you were. Just love him, adore him, he’ll do anything for you so just sit down and let him adore you      

#tw: slight transphobia #dol #degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #trans reader

[chromaenthusiast]

Terfs will really say "the only thing that determines your gender is what gentials you were born with, everything else that is tied to gender such as clothing is a construct" which is half true mind you, and then turn around and get made when you want to change what pronouns are used to describe you.

Like, mate, aren't those things also constructs? If deconstructing gender is your goal why are you enforcing gendered language that we humans made up?

#Tw terfs #Tw transphobia #Transphobia #Mocha maunders #Serious post #Slight vent

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Short Fanfic please? a chubby, trans masc. s/o (He/HIm) with Pinhead/Elliot Spencer. Lookin' for a pick me up of some sort...something romantic if possible.Rating can be up to you. (Started T again recently after a while and I'm feeling extra emotional lately...) I am prepping for eventual top surgery later in the year, and dysphoria's been a real killer...i am sorry if it's a tough request. Any amount of support helps, honestly. --K

I'm so sorry for the long wait. Between work and writers block from hell, I've been struggling. I hope that you enjoy this!

FtM/ trans masc reader

Warnings: mentions of transphobia (not from elliot, a side character), violence (not towards reader)

Word count: 640

An Angel to Some...

You were curled up in a fetal position as your arms wrapped around your chest, hugging yourself in an attempt to soothe yourself from a rather horrible day. Tears pebbled down the sides of your cheeks as you softly hiccup from your sobbing. 

 It was already a bad day because of the combination of your dysmorphia and the constant harassment by your coworkers, the constant verbal abuse coming from your parents only made your day more unbearable. 

 It didn't help that your manager accused you of being on your phone when you weren't even on it in the first place. To top it all off, you've been dealing with the recovery of your top surgery. 'Can I get a break for once today.' You mentally vented to yourself. 

A soft lullaby faintly echoed your bedroom as you looked towards the antique puzzle box that you got from an unmarked package that only had your name on it, sitting on your bedside table. 

Curiosity filled your mind as you carefully grabbed the box, the music becoming louder. It was rather soothing as you started to touch the textured lines of the puzzle box. You could tell that the box was well built from the minimum damage the box had. The sudden thoughts about opening the box filled your mind intrusively as your sons slowed to the occasional hiccups and runny nose.

The longer that the box was in your hands, the more intense the desire of wanting to solve the puzzle you felt. A loud banging could be heard from your bedroom door as you gave into temptation, carefully solving the puzzle. 

Light illuminated your room slowly, making your vision slightly hazy as you continued to solve the puzzle. Your body felt as if it was on high alert as the banging on your door grew louder and more frantic, your father was slurring out words of anger out of an intoxicated rage. 

Pushing the piece in, the light became brighter, blinding you temporarily as you heard the sound of chains and a distant chattering noise growing closer and louder as your father broke his way through the door. 

As the smoky lights begin to clear away you see chains swung towards your father, ripping his flesh away from his body. His screams brought you a sadistic sense of pleasure and fear as you wished many times that he would feel the pain and suffering that you've felt. 

Time felt nonexistent as the leader of the trio continued his sadistic game towards the man who was supposed to be your father. As the cries died down, the leader turned his attention towards your shaking form, using one of his chains to obtain the box from your bed. 

His gaze was intense against you as he took in the sight of you. His eyes met yours, as if he was looking through you. If it wasn't for the fact that the demon just killed your father, you might've been more crushing on him. Yet, his presence felt safe to you, almost arousing as he made his way towards you. 

The Male's obsidian eyes popped on his pale skin as the metal of the pins sticking out of his head shined duly in your dimly lit room. The leather outfit he wore framed his body perfectly, showcasing the hooks coming out of his chest and stomach. 

"I- I didn't know that opening the box would summon you.." you stammered, afraid that he would hurt you next. The Male's hand gently touched the side of your cheek, his thumb was uncharacteristically careful as he brushed the stray tear away as you continued to speak. 

"Who are you?..." you asked, welcoming his touch. The leather spoke up, his powerful voice causing shivers to go down your spine. 

"An angel to some.. a Demon to others."

#queendeeshorrorimagines #slasher imagines #pinhead x reader #elliot spencer x reader #trans male reader #tw brief mentions of transphobia (not from pinhead) #i might make a part 2 #i dunno #dees sweet tea #with slight angst #death of an minor character

[r0ttingsystem]

This is a conversation between Lio, north, and mark (look at tags for who's who)

This was supposed to be for shits and giggles but it turned into a showcase of how a programmed part thinks(on a very minor scale, even this was semi censored for others comfort),

Mark is programmed, specifically with beta, gamma, zeta (the ones relevant to this post) and omega so very big trigger warning for that

Also trigger warning for slight transphobic remarks? north is transfem but our abuser likes to deny it, and so does mark

He mentions a 'king', that is what he's been taught our abuser is

Also this conversation took place over some amounts time with pauses in-between, ---- will be used to indicate time pass

Also, edit: I know the 'king' stuff sounds stupid, but you gotta understand that it's coming from someone who's brain is all kinds of fucked.

Hey

...

----

Okay we're done hi

...

At least answer me

Why.

Why not??

I haven't gotten permission.

... I think he'd be cool with you talking to me for a moment

Fine.

Okay, who's upset?

Not it.

Mm

Yoo!!

..

Okay got it not the time, what's up?

I'm not upset

Well you're feeling angry

I'm always angry

Yes but not this much

I'm okay, They're just being annoying, I'm annoyed

Stop pausing the video.

Oh shut up Its hard to do this while it's playing

Then stop.

??? No you??

You didn't get permission from our king.

Your king, you mean?

We're all supposed to follow orders.

Shut up, child

Was that supposed to be an insult? My king wants me to be a child, therefore I am

Hey let's not get into that, me and her are still typing this out

----

Hi okay I edited the title of this post

Why?

Because you stared talking crazy sorry not sorry

I am not. I am expressing the truth, north.

Woah shiver me timbers you used my name

Both of you stop fighting, damn

He told me that I'm talking crazy, he's disrespecting my king.

Gasp

..damn-

Huh?

CANCELED!!!!!

what?

I'm going to just move the conversation along, because damn- uhh I'm confused on what's going on? I've been keeping the peace in headspace and haven't been fronting for a bit, who's the king?

It's ****

Oh

M-

Nah nah nah I'm not gonna let you finish that sentence, too much information dude, too much

This is getting kinda long, should we end it here?

Idk

🤷‍♀️

#lio.txt #north.txt #mark.txt #r0tting podcast #the annoyed one is lio #you can tell who mark is #and north is the silly one #osdd system #did osdd #osdd community #osdd alter #osdd 1b #actually did #actually osdd #osddid #traumagenic did #tw ramcoa #tw tbmc #tw slight transphobia

[azirowley]

This comment was left on a post i made showing Scout with top scars.

I am a trans man. I have severe top dysphoria. Not to the point that I would do anything harmful to myself, thank God, but to the point that I do plan on getting top surgery in the future.

I'm young. My rights are being stripped away every single day, and there are people like this who want to spread even more negativity than necessary. I am not faking being a man. I am not faking the suffering I have to go through every time I look in a mirror.

What you are faking, kindly internet stranger, is your self worth. You think top scars will strengthen dysphoria because cis men don't have them, but you're wrong. I feel pride in knowing I'll have top scars one day. I want to be a man, not a cis one. Not all men are cis. I want to be a man and some men have scars, and that's okay. I'm sorry you don't love yourself enough to accept your scars, but I accept mine, and I accept that people like you will always exist. I hope, if you somehow end up reading this, that you have a nice day. And that you stop judging teenagers on the internet for making their own representation.

#// crow rambles #trans trauma #transgender #trans #transphobia tw #tw transphobes #scout tf2 #tf2 scout #short rant #slight vent

[anitha-witchlady]

Father

Anitha-witchlady

is it right to show your daughter

that her body must always be fixed!

that its beauty is tarnished by a fry once eaten,

a video game half played,

a candy gobbled ravenously!

is it right to look at her with accusing eyes

when her weight reads "161 lbs"-

just a smidge overweight!

is it right to restrict her food intake

like she's a felon?

force her, guilt her, shame her,

for eating the foods she likes?

is it right to look at her with pity

when she hates her body

because of the ten thousand things you've said.

"just for his health!" - you'd say!

as if that's enough to justify the pain,

nay the trauma trapped within!

and when she finally confronts you

you can only tell her that she's responsible

for whatever she did.

was she responsible at four

for going on a diet?

was she responsible for your disgust?

was she responsible for feeling desperate guilt in her? guilt that you caused!

was she responsible for all of that?!

I thought not.

never minding that you loaded the gun,

turned off the safety, and left it there

for her to shoot herself with!

but I am still alive;

I am my protector not YOU!

#tw body image issues #tw slight transphobia #tw disordered eating #tw graphic language #tw cptsd #free verse #lowercase poetry #tumblr poet #confessional poetry #mental health poetry #indian origin trans woman writes #dysfunctional family #poets of color #toxic shame #living with cptsd #toxic parents #spilled poetry #healing from trauma #my post #my poetry

[chaotic-tired-bastard]

Subject Performance Analysis

Subject: Mach (002)

Date: Seventh of July, 1897

Subject is integrating very well with society. Subject shows none of the hesitation or flawed actions that Subject Rabbit had, but has some hesitancy when interacting physically with humans. For example, instead of giving a handshake to someone who offered his hand, Subject instead bowed its head and stepped back. Subjects Rabbit, The Spine, Upgrade, Hatchworth, and #5072 have not had any reaction to physical interaction in this way before. In fact, Subject Mach seems to be adverse to physical touch. Subject doesn't react this way when others touch him, though. Often it and Subject #5072 are found playing, like children would, and doing things that involve physical contact(I.E. Pattycake, Carrying #5072 places, etc…) with no hesitation. It also partakes in what the robots have dubbed "Pile Time", in which they all get into a big pile and go into stasis. Subject Mach is often at the bottom of the pile with Subject The Spine, covered by the others. It has shown no hesitancy with this action either.

Hypothesis: Subject lacks control over strength and full motor controls. Perhaps its functions were damaged during the 3-day war with Becile's elephants and it never mentioned it to anyone. I have no spare parts left, having used most of them on Subject 0, so any new parts I will have to get from broken robots and repair, or I will have to make them from scratch.

Subject's wiring has no need to be altered and is working fine. Performance, both physically and psychically, are good and no tubes or pipes need to be replaced. Musical performance is adequate, but it seems to have problems with its volume and its voicebox continues to short out and produce nonsense beeps. Will take a better look at it when I have the time and spare parts.

Subject has a good grasp of the English language and was, as noted before, the earliest to start speaking full sentences after activation. Subject took around one/half a minute to start using full sentences, as Subject Rabbit only used full sentences after a few days and it took Subject The Spine three hours. Others took roughly a week and communicated via music notes and chords, which they spoke-sang to the others before eventually using English. Subject also has started showing proficiency in other languages such as French, Latin, and other Romance Languages. Perhaps Subject will show interest in love songs and ballads in the future?

Subject, like the rest of the subjects, has found a hat to wear. It is a top hat with a light purple band. It had a hole it the top and Miss Iris sewed a patch over it, which seemed to boost the Subject's mood exponentially. Subject has also taken to wearing a long, dull green performer's wig, whereas Subject The Spine wears a shorter black wig and Subject Rabbit wears no wig at all. Subject #5072 also wears a longer wig, but it is more naturally coloured. Preference towards an unnatural colouring may just be a quirk this robot has, similar to how Subject Rabbit has the tendency to wear dresses.

Hypothesis: Rabbit's original design may have to do with its unsuitable clothing choices. Nevertheless, it is unacceptable for a robot to wear things that go against its design, however revised that design may be. I just... couldn't live with it if I made it look like her. I couldn't.

Core is stable and casing around core is as well. Core covering is a circle shape, as with most of the others. Upgrade is the only one with a differing shape, it resembling the shape of a heart. (Upgrade's core shape was Miss Iris's idea and she wouldn't leave me alone until I indulged her)

Re: Appearance. Miss Iris has been pressuring me to give the Subject a new faceplate. She says that the Subject has talked to her about "How he feels like he looks like a monster with the corroded faceplate and exposed jaw." First of all, I don't think that Mach really has a problem with it if it hadn't come to me and expressed the problem directly. Secondly, Miss Iris's use of "He" and "Him" pronouns for the robot is most interesting. Has Mach begun to develop a sense of gender? Or has it had this sense since it was first activated? Its appearance correlates with the pronouns it seems to prefer using, so there's further evidence that its coding wasn't damaged during the war, regardless of further physical damages. (Mach has come to me and asked for me to talk of him with the proper pronouns. Huzzah!)

Subject Report: Ended. Will come back and make proper notes when needed

#Mach #SPG OC #SPG Fanbot #OC #Fanbot #steam powered giraffe #spg #Noted from the POV of Peter Walter I #The Jon is referred to as number 5072 #Zer0 is referred to as Subject 0 #All the bots are referred to as Subject (Name) #Bad Dad Peter #Slight Transphobia TW from Peter I for just a few sentences #If you can't tell I don't think all too highly of Peter Walter I

[vykko]

Can my school like chill out

Ok so I’m going to be clear I don’t hate kids, I don’t mind them I’ve worked with young kids before because of school making us, and hanging out with family friends kids etc I don’t minds kids I just prefer hanging out with people who aren’t below 14 years old

but could like some people chill out with the whole excepting me to have kids myself

like at school it’s treated as you will have kids, you will get married and you would be crazy not to do this

like idk if some people want that but like I don’t

Pregnancy freaks me out, I’m a minor I should not be excepted to plan to have kids with a man I have not met (Christen school so we are dealing with 2 genders one sexuality)

I’m trans so it’s kinda uncomfortable how it’s like “well your supposed to be a mother or your missing out on a life thing” or how “girls are supposed to dream about their future husbands and kids”

if I get married it’s going to be gay as hell and 2 I WOULD FIRST LIKE TO GRADUATE GRADE SCHOOL SND UNI BEFORE I EVEN CONSIDERED THE POSSIBILITY LIKE GEEZ CAN I PLEASE HAVE A LIFE BEFORE YOU JUDGE FOR NOT WANTING KIDS

thanks for coming to my tedtalk

(pretty sure the all boys school doesn’t get told they WILL have a wife and kid in the future, no if,ands or buts about it. Fucking sexism)

#Can the school chill out #don’t want kids #slight vent #christen schools be weird sometimes #potential tw #tw implied sexism #TW slight transphobia #I’m trans and if I ever have kids I’m not going to be their mother as I’m a man

[theghostown]

*overheard from the fronting room*

Anonymous alter: you do not use all pronouns

August: yes I do

Anon: what, so you wouldn’t care if people started calling you…sink/sinkself?

August: …

August: ngl that’s kinda cute…

#tw transphobia #tw slight transphobia #osdd #did #osddid

[steam-powered-chaos]

The Blue Moon Festival (A Frozen Storm short story)

[Tw murder, mentions of abuse and slight transphobia]

“Orion my boy, once you��ve finished up over there you can help me with these boxes!” The 17 year old’s father called, the boy looking up and giving him a nod as he tightened the lady’s corset, his light fingers carefully twisting and finishing the outfit off with a bow, bowing to the old woman with a cheeky smile and a wink. Her cheeks flushed as she smiled back at him, tipping her hat to him. “You’ve raised a fine young man here Alastair!” She called out to his father and the man chuckled fondly, as Orion rushed over to take a heavy box from his arms, beaming at her. After all, the Blue Moon festival was that night, and preparations couldn’t cease. His brother Thomas scoffed, sneering at him and Orion’s smile fell, his eyes dropping to the floor at his younger twin’s reaction. “Don’t you mean girl?” He let out a cackle, and Orion shrunk into himself, silently sliding the box into place and turning away, trying to ignore the prickling shame on the back of his neck. He glanced up in time to see Thomas get cuffed around the ear and given a stern look by his father, to which he glared at him. “Don’t talk about your brother that way Thomas. In fact, he’s acting more like a man than you are! So get off your arse and help with these boxes, Orion, you go check on your mama.”

Thomas grumbled, begrudgingly sliding off the wall he was sitting and grabbing a box, Orion walking past him with his head lowered, flinching when he felt a foot stamp onto his, biting his tongue to stop himself from yelling out with pain as he walked inside. Upon scanning the house, he deducted his mother must be upstairs, painting again, so went to the stove, heating up the kettle. Upon hearing its whistle, he carefully poured the boiling water into the teacup and carrying the tea upstairs into the observatory. Sure enough, there she was, her hair untied and flowing down her back as she painted quietly. “Mama? I brought you tea..” Orion whispered, and she paused with a soft gasp, turning her face slightly to look at him, her soft pink eyes shining slightly and she nodded kindly. “Thank you Orion, you’re very kind… how are the festival preparations going?” His smile returned, sitting down on a paint stained old stool, before his smile began to fade again, thinking of what his brother had said to him. “…Mama? Why does… why does Thomas hate me?” The siren let out a quiet sigh, putting down the paintbrush and turning to face him properly, her long pointed ears so similar to his own, as she reached out and stroked his cheek gently.

“Oh my star, your brother doesn’t hate you… that’s just sometimes how siblings are, you know?” He sighed heavily, looking away slightly from her gentle, concerned eyes. “Really? You think so?” He murmured quietly. “I know so, now come on, let’s continue those festival preparations!” She stood up, swiftly making her way downstairs, leaving Orion to follow after her, although he paused a moment to mull over her words. He walked downstairs, heading out into the sunshine that bathed his face in a golden light, as Thomas stood in the shade as he hauled box after box, growling at Orion when he walked over to help.

He was sent sprawling to the floor, as the pirate crashed into him, grabbing onto his arms to stop him fleeing on instinct, as there was a shout from the police, quickly hauling the man off of Orion. He looked around 19, his gorgeous orange eyes staring into Orion’s own shocked expression, the boy’s cheeks slowly flushing upon looking closer at the other’s handsome face. The pirate grinned at him, winking at him as he was carted away, Orion still dumbstruck on the floor, as his father lifted him back onto his feet and brushing him off, the boy only able to give him a faint nod in response to being asked if he was alright, the blush on his face slowly fading. He shook his head to clear it, slowly going back to the boxes and steadily lifting out the streamers, shaking away thoughts of handsome pirates. “Poor boy.. I swear they get younger every year” Alastair shook his head, starting to take the decorations out from the boxes. Orion grabbed a string of bunting, before walking off into the market, stringing it across the oil lampposts and market stalls, smiling as he watched boats dock into the harbour as the sun slowly began to set. After all, the blue moon was a brilliant sight, and the Festival usually brought crowds from all over, although they never usually began arriving this early. Once Orion had finished his decorating spree, he climbed onto the roof of the old house his family had lived in, leaning against the stained glass window at the very top of the house and watching as the moon began to rise from the ocean.

“Orion! Boy, get down from there, the festival is starting!” His father called, and he laughed, the wind flowing in his hair as he clambered back down, landing on the soft green grass with a little humph. He smiled, walking beside his father into the market, although briefly wondered where his mother and Thomas had gone too, but assumed that Thomas was most likely sulking somewhere. He was never one for festivities after all. So Orion slowly split off from his Alastair’s side, going to the nearest market stall that caught his eye, one selling colourful pendants in the shapes of the water god’s symbol, a symbol of luck especially to seafaring folk, Orion thought to himself, sliding a few coins across the counter and took the pendant handed to him. He paused, his eyes drifting to an alleyway as his ears seemed to prick up slightly, and he narrowed his eyes at the sight of a scrap of familiar fabric.

He walked into the alleyway silently, the sounds of the busy festival quietening as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, smelling something… pungent and metallic. That’s when he saw it, his mother’s corpse, laying still warm on the ground, a shocked scream catching in his throat as he ran to her side, shaking her rapidly cooling body, her blue blood getting all over his hands and sleeve, flinging his face down onto her to listen for any kind of heartbeat. It was no use, she was dead, and recently too. Orion barely lifted his head as he heard quiet footsteps from behind him, and a shocked gasp from Thomas. “Orion, what have you done? You-… you monster! You murdered her, your own mother!” He cried, and Orion stammered slightly in shock, trying to wipe her blood from his face as his brother ran out, yelling murder.

Orion was dragged away from his mother’s corpse, tears streaming down his face, police gripping his arms tightly as he thrashed and squirmed, pleading his innocence, as his family watched in shock and grief, Alastair kneeling down by Diana’s side with a quiet sob. Slowly, the crowds dispersed, leaving the man and his son to grieve, before Thomas walked away in silence. Orion yelled out as he was dragged into the dungeons, into the deepest pit and thrown into a cell, curling up into a corner as sobs wracked his body.

And Helio listened from the other cell, as the young man grieved for a crime he did not commit, and a mother he was not allowed to say goodbye to.

#original story #original characters #original fiction #original character #Orion Stormturner #Helio Frostheart #Alastair Stormturner #Diana Stormturner #Thomas Stormturner #Tw slight transphobia #Tw transphobia #Tw murder #Tw death #tw blood

[amorousdoobie]

would my family accept me if i came out? experts say "no"

dad would not, has sent photos of me when i was a kid in a sundress and floppy hat when he suspected that i was having those feelings a few years ago

mom would not. probably would act supportive but definitely inwardly i would be her "little girl". even though when i am most comfortable dressing i look like fucking Jesse Pinkman

sibling 1 maybe? but they dont talk to me except for at xmas and thxgiving and such.

sibling 2 i hope and think so! but we dont keep in touch at all so :')

sibling 3 maybe, leaning toward no though. or outwardly accepting but secretly thinking "yeah right ur a girl ive known u ur whole life". plus i tried broaching the topic a while ago and they kinda,, well it didnt go how i might have hoped.

sibling 4 i'd hope, but hard to say. probably would still call me "girlieeee/girl/etc" but that's how she talks to everyone (i think). most likely to come up w a funny nickname for me though

ugh and i dont even want to think about my extended family. i have a couple trans cousins that ive never met and they're doing alright i think, but. wait i havent even met most of my extended family why am i worried

#if i think about THIS too much i receive a one-way ticket to Sadville! #trans moment #family issues #tw transphobia #(potential) slight transphobia??

[pukacup]

Instead of telling transphobes to kill themselves, we should tell them that we hope their current partner leaves them (if they have one) and gets a new partner that's cis and keeps complaining about things with their body that can only be fixed with gender affirming surgery

#transgender #slight tw #for transphobia #and death threat mention #i know this only really applies to places that has banned gender affirming surgery #but still #my point stands