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DC TRANS WEEK 2024 PROMPTS

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Posting: May 20 - 26

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DAY 1

"This isn't what it looks like."

bodyswap

magical mishaps

genderfluid

DAY 2

omegaverse

growing up

gender exploration

families of choice

DAY 3

science fiction/fantasy au

correct gender in the suit, not in civilian id

binder overuse

nonbinary

DAY 4

"You look beautiful."

costume modifications

top surgery

identity porn / identity reveal

DAY 5

supernatural creatures au

gender dysphoria

secretly trans

older trans character

DAY 6

royalty au

formal occasion

hormones

accidental child acquisition

DAY 7

transitioning in a long term relationship

date night

reflection

gender euphoria

[help-itrappedmyself]

DC trans week day 1

prompt: "This isn't what it looks like", genderfluid

tw: panic attack, starts under the cut

Tim has spent his life sheltered, with strict rules. He does his best to adhere to all of them. He wants to, and tries to, but some days that lands him right where he is now. Breaking down.

Dick knocked on his door, but Tim doesn’t have time to respond before he comes in. He doesn’t get far, stops dead in the doorway when he sees Tim.

"This isn't what it looks like.” Tim tries to stay calm, but it’s not working. This was such a stupid idea, he shouldn’t have done this in the first place, he knew better.

There are footsteps coming up the hall and Tim panics at the thought of more people coming to see him. He doesn’t have time to change though, just a moment to flail around before there are more people in the doorway, all still and silent. 

He can feel their stares. The physical weight of their judgment. He is hyperventilating now.

“Tim, It’s fine, you’re not doing anything wrong.” Tim hears vaguely.

“What is he doing?” He hears someone else ask. Everything is coming from underwater now, voices drowned out by the waves crashing in his ears. 

They break through their shock at his panic and start to try and comfort him. “Tim, breathe.” “Can you tell us what you’re thinking? Maybe we can help.” 

“What do you do when there is no choice for you?” He asks everyone and no one. No one answers “I try so hard to be what I’m supposed to be. But there’s no one answer, never a right answer, because even though one option seems better some days the other option feels better the next?” 

He knows he isn’t being rational, he isn’t explaining himself well. He isn’t normally like this and he should calm down before he ruins everything. But panic isn’t rational, and he’s never truly calm because this anxiety-wrongness is always lurking in his brain. Always waiting to tell him That this, that, or the other thing is wrong wrong wrong. Wrong with him, because he isn’t a he, not truly. Not at the heart of him, the part that would be shared with anyone he let close enough, but never does. Never does because this mess at the center of him wasn’t meant to be seen. Wasn’t meant to be shared, because how could he expect others to understand and accept the things about him that he doesn’t understand either? 

He accepts them now, and that took work. Years of research and experimenting with clothes, pronouns, identities. Years to accept the fact that there is simply no answer inside of him. That for all he can fake it with the best of them, there is no option other than faking it. No way to live the way the heart beating inside of him is at constant war with his mind. The way his Body is somehow winning that fight in ways that make him sick some days and happy the next. But winning nonetheless through the sheer fact of its permanence. His body doesn’t change -can’t change- the way his heart and mind do. Like the beat of a metronome that’s impossibly unsteady, the swing of a pendulum that won’t ever still. Back and forth, one then the other. Brief moments in the middle where he thinks he should stay, but inevitably changing from that as well. Never one answer. Never this, that, never even both. 

“Everyone says that you have to choose, but my choice would be all and none at the same time. I don't know how to choose.”

He breaks down, fully crying. He can feel his family surround him, someone-probably Dick- is hugging him. They haven't left, and their not yelling at him. They allow him to process, and when he's done crying, they all sit down to have a discussion.

It goes better than Tim ever thought it could.

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

DC Trans Week Day 5

so late I know 😭

Title: Let Me Make You Forget That Monthly Pain Pairing: Dick Grayson/Wally West Trans Catagory: vampire!Dick/transmasc Wally Rating: explicit Length: 2.3k Summary:

Wally was shaking. His knees were pressed against his chest and his head was pressed against the window of the carriage. He knew why it was him… why it was her that had to go. The League needed to make peace with the vampires, and the best way to do that was through a marriage treaty with the prince. They wanted a female hero to be the one to marry Richard, and seeing as Wally fit the bill, he was the one being sent. The dress tangled in his feet as he stepped out, his heart in his chest. He took a deep breath once he was on the ground, letting himself settle into the new truth. There would be no one here to call him Wally, or son, or boy. He'll have to wear the face of Alice from now on. Or would he? For taxi's 366 Day 145 and DC trans week day 5: gender dysphoria, secretly trans, older trans character, supernatural creatures

[madelynpryor]

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@dc-trans-week day 6 <3

[jzbnee]

chapter 1 of my transfem jpv fic is up! this chapter is for the day 5 prompt gender dysphoria! it follows jean-paul from his first appearance to part of the way through the azrael series :) hope you enjoy!

rated teen, jean-paul pov/jean-paul centric

Jean-Paul doesn't understand why he's miserable. He keeps fighting. He keeps fighting. He... wonders if there's something he's missing.

Becoming Batman felt like the ultimate chance to prove himself. Jean-Paul tugged on the uniform of the most powerful man he knew. This was like a fantasy, right? So many men would kill for this chance. Jean-Paul swallowed bile and half-listened to Robin's directions. Robin didn't think Jean-Paul could equal Batman. But what had all of his effort been for, if not this?

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[help-itrappedmyself]

DC trans week day 3

Prompt: Non-binary. Coming out discussion!

tw: for what could be slight transphobia, just in case

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“Society doesn’t care what you want. You have to decide what you want and what you’re willing to do for it.” Kon tells him. "Society doesn't care about you, so don't let it dictate your life."

“That’s great, when it comes to things like world peace or whatever. But sometimes it’s hard to muster up that much fight just for yourself. Just little you against all of society’s expectations. Against the fear of judgment cast down by family and friends. I grew up knowing that I couldn’t tell my parents. At this point, I guess I’m just resigned. I’m used to living this way, It’s fine now.” He waves him off, turning away, but Kon flies around so he’s in front of him again.

“Tim, you know you deserve to fight for yourself too. We’ll fight with you.”

“This would be me going against everything I’ve been told since I was a child. I know what I was born into, what expectations people have of me. I’ve lived through society yelling and shoving me into a box. Telling me their constant opinions through tabloids and press. My parents telling me what I am, how to be, what I should be doing, how I should be dressing. They told me exactly how to appear to the world and they expected it. This is not something to be public with, it's private. I’ve long since learned, how you act in public and how you are in private are two separate things. It’s not a battle that needs to be fought, especially not one I need to force anyone else into.”

“Your parents shouldn’t have done that. But they’re not even here anymore, and you know that we don’t care! I mean, half of us are gay anyways. None of us would care how you identify. They would care that you’re keeping things from us, hiding such a big part of yourself for no reason!”

“Even those accepting of otherness sometimes don’t understand the answer ‘I don’t know’ or, even worse, ‘multiple of these things’. The world is binary, black and white. People don’t understand when they tell you to choose and not only do you not ‘choose’ but the answer is somehow ‘all of the above’. Even you, now, telling me it’s fine to ‘come out’. Come out as what? Unsure? Some secret third option, but not even I know what that is?”

“Sure, if that’s how you feel.” Kon is too calm about this, Tim feels. But he has run his anger and frustration dry and now just feels like crying. Or sleeping. Or crying himself to sleep. “Start with me. What pronouns do you want? Do you have a term or a label that you feel fits you, or do you prefer to go without labels?”

Tim huffs. Falls to the ground cross-legged. Kon comes over and sits down next to him. “Non-binary, I guess. Can’t really get more specific than that.” 

“Pronouns?” Kon encouraged after a moment of silence.

Tim just shrugs. “None of them, all of them. Honestly, they annoy me because the whole point of pronouns is to talk about someone while they’re not there. Just use my name.”

“Name it is then.” Kon nudged Tim with his shoulder, and Tim slumped against him.

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

DC Trans Week Day 3

Title: Baby I Don't Think You're Straight Pairing: Dick Grayson/Wally West/Linda Park Trans Catagory: transmasc Dick Grayson Rating: Teen Length: 1.6k Summary:

Dick's struggling with dysphoria in the late stages of his pregnancy, but he doesn't know if he'd actually trans. He needs his partners to support him now more than ever. For Taxi's 366 Day 247 and DC Trans Week Day 7: gender euphoria, reflection, transitioning in a long term relationship, date night

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

DC Trans Week Day 4

Title: Be My Flamebird (So I Can Fly Free) Pairing: Dick Grayson/Wally West Trans Catagory: genderfluid!Dick/transmasc Wally Rating: Teen Length: 981 Summary:

She groaned and shifted, freezing when she felt a weight across her chest, looking down she found a very pretty face pressed between her pecs, a little curl of red hair bouncing everytime he breathed. The sheets were down snagged around his waist, and she could see a very muscular back, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Wally. Wally West, the third Flash, the man she’d been pining for for years was naked in her bed. With a shaky hand she reached down and lifted up the blanket, dropping it right back down with a blush when she saw what was underneath. She’d spent the night with Wally West. For Taxi's 366 Day 144 and DC Trans Week Day 4: "you look beautiful," costume modifications, Top surgery, ID porn/reveal