#a bimbo

[perryjhonsondemi-god]

Yeah, no ways.

My first time writing Teansmasc! People in general so please inform ne if I got something wrong. I myself am a cisgender girl but want to diversify my writing skills and make anybody feel comfortable and seen in my writing. This is based off of the work of snakebirdredkatana.

"Uuh, yeah, absolutely not."

Tim isn't above alot of things whenever it comes to disguises. He doesn't mind dying his hair blonde or shaving the entire thing off and getting a fake goatie in order to turn into someone any self-respecting person would feel like they are about to be called some obscure slur for merely breathing the same air as him.

But boundries exist and they exist especially with him.

"What the hell Bruce? I thought you were...different. I thought I could trust you."

Tim dropped the offending wig and crinkled, rose dress. Desdemona. Desdemona was going to be his mission name. It read in cursive over the file he was handed. Desdemona Wilbrew. A deep,anger consuming breath filled his lungs and the apparent air in the old man's head. He stared down the younger as if he'd grown a third head. As if he didn't see anything wrong.

"Are you serious?? Do you at all realise how fucked up what you're suggesting even is?"

“Tim, it's the best course of action. You're practically perfect for the role and-".

Abd that's when the betrayal twisted in his chest. It chocked the air out of his throat and left the thrombin anger in there instead. Perfect. Perfect enough to be anger.

"If you didn't like trans people, you should've just told me before I entered this family."

To this, Bruce went bewildered and panicked. His face twisted in near offense.

"Tim, we're a family. Where would you have even gotten the idea I am some transphobe?"

Tim squinted his eyes up at the middle aged man. The dumbest one he has ever met.

"You gave a trans man the role of acting as a cisgender woman down the street."

To this, Bruce nearly falls over his own feet.

"Wait, you're trans? Not like it matters but...wow."

"Uh, yeah? Damnit Bruce, why did you think I constantly asked you money as a kid for T-shots?"

"It was that?"

Tim, with all the muster of a child who quite literally raised a murderous adult for the duration of his baby teenhood, gives the most Alfred-esque disapproving look he could muster.

"What else would I spend your money on?"

"Someone else's Testerone shots." Bruce simply shrugs and of course, Jason (who was definitely not scurrying around like a rat around the manor because he left a single piece of literature he hadn't really got to finish and apparently Mindy from bookclub tried ruining who the main character eventually chooses between the guy she died for and the guy who is doing his hardest to bring her back to life for him and he is not letting that happen on his watch.) Completely stops his search, pops his head into the room and tilts his head and darts his head to the dress on Tim's bed.

"I'm wearing the damn dress Bruce,"

And that is how Jason, for now Gabriella, became a ditzy buff muscle mommy the target constantly asks on dates and Jason considers knocking the teeth of for the duration of the mission.

[mndvx]

[xiyade]

at first i was confused as to why everyone kept being so nice to wu xie but it turns out its just bc he is cute and lovable

[this-is-my-main-i-follow-from]

My take:

A Bimbo

[ID: Esme Squalor, dressed in a bright pink suit. End ID] (Bimbo)

A Mean Bisexual

[ID: The Hook Handed Man, wearing a flannel, a waistcoat, & a leather jacket all at the same time, eating spaghetti. End ID] (Bisexual)

An Even Meaner Lesbian

[ID: A b*tchy little girl named Carmelita Spatz, wearing a bright pink dress, & making a sadistic smile. end ID] (Lesbian)

She/Theys

[ID: The Pale Faced Women, looking like mirrors of each other. End ID] (She/theys)

He/Theys

[ID: Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender, wearing at least one scarf. End ID] (He/they)

A Token Straight that’s on Thin Ice

[ID: Count Olaf, standing in front of a fire. End ID.] (Token Striaght)

An Astrology Bitch Who Has Everyone’s Birth Chart Memorized

[ID: Georgina Orwell, the optompetrist & hypnotist, in front of wallpaper that looks like eyes.] (Astrology Bitch)

& A Short King

[ID: The Bald Man with the Long Nose, he is very tall, & has a piece of spaghetti hanging out of his mouth. End ID] (Short king)

[darlingru]

Bubbles from the powerpuff girls made me who I am today

[jaxj]

@boohyu​​ ; privado: dos.  

jax conocía a mucha gente de la escuela. por eso a pesar de la alta seguridad y reglas impuestas por los altos cargos, había logrado escabullirse por entre los pasillos, lejos de su grupo para encontrar a cierto chico alto de facciones agradables a la vista. ayudaba bastante que fuera de su misma casa, acorralarlo en la sala común iba a ser sencillo. “ahí estás, chico bonito.” sonrió cuando reconoció la figura, acercándose con lentitud. saludándolo con un asentimiento de cabeza, al menos por ahora. “no vuelvas a perderte así ¿huh?” pasó una de sus manos por sus mechones dorados, escogiendo con cuidado lo siguiente que iba a decir. “¿estás libre?”

[hiperfixationqueen]

I wonder what people think I look like