If you could, it would mean a lot if you shared my comic with someone today.
It's about a trans girl who gains the ability to control water and uses her powers to fight criminals, CEOs, and the secretive government faction that accidentally created her and now wants her eliminated.
It's on comicfury: riverine.thecomicseries.com
And webtoon:
Brooke Hyde thinks she has enough going on in her life. She lives in fear of how her parents will respond to her coming out, how the transit
There should be a magical girl anime somewhat focused on being trans where a topical gel is used to transform into their hero persona and its a known choice to be made if they continue to use it when it will change their body. Civilian lives at different points in transition, heroes who didn't stay one but still transitioned, heroes who've been so for a decade now, etc. I think it'd be really cool and maybe even educational! The hero part would be mostly fantasy while their civilian life is where the realism comes in. Including multiple trans perspectives!! Femme, Masc, and Enby characters would be amazing!
I'm in love with the LGBT snippets. Might I Request
m villain finding out f hero is trans while pinning them down and it gets spicy
Have fun 😊 ps ur awesome
His grin was inevitably the worst thing about the situation in total. Maybe his hand placement was even worse with one hand on her hip and the other pushing down her shoulder.
“You actually have a bit of blue in your eyes,” the villain whispered, the pressure of his palm on her shoulder only increasing. “I’ve never noticed that.”
“Not that attentive?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m sinfully attentive when it comes to you. I’m just astonished there’s something I’ve missed.”
Oh boy. The hero knew he had definitely missed more than a bit of blue in her irises. He had missed a terribly important detail that was probably (also sadly) going to stop how he treated her.
It didn’t surprise her. But still, it was disappointing every time.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve missed a lot more. You’re not as smart as you think.” At that, he laughed.
“Oh? Someone’s getting cocky, hm? I don’t think you’re in a position to allow yourself to act like that.” His gaze followed the curves of her body, all the way down. “Literally.”
“You should back off,” she said quietly even though it was the last thing she wanted.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked. Somehow it hurt even more that he was respectful.
He’d murdered someone last week in front of the press. He was a villain. Yet, that didn’t hold him back from asking her if she was uncomfortable.
“No, it’s just…I don’t think you’d like me.”
“I like you,” he said. “I like you a lot.”
She swallowed. As a hero she’d been making tough decisions almost her entire life. But this hurt physically.
“You don’t know everything about me,” the hero said.
“I know enough,” he whispered. He leaned down, the tip of his nose touching her cheek. “I like you. You intrigue me.”
“I’m trans,” she blurted out. “I was born as a boy.”
He pulled back to look into her eyes. And in this moment she knew, the image of her came crashing down like a house of cards in his head.
He wouldn’t like her, he wouldn’t want her with this information. She knew it.
“So?” he asked, his eyes dropping to her lips.
“So?!” the hero asked back, her voice trembling.
“Yeah, so? I still like you. In fact, I’m pretty sure I love you. You’re always so clever when it comes to defeating me…”
The hero could feel herself blush so much it almost hurt.
“It doesn’t bother you?” she asked.
“It bothers me that we’re not making out right now,” he answered.
With that answer, she had no choice but to pull him into a kiss.
“Hmm,” said the hero, staring awkwardly at the vials of hormones clutched in the villain’s gloved hands. “I mean like, trans solidarity, but I still have to try and stop you stealing those.”
“They’re not actually for me. Some of the kids at the shelter need their hormones but can’t afford any more. But hey, at least now I know you won’t try very hard to stop me. Right?”
Cw: transphobia (from a family member). If there are any more content warnings that should be added, please let me know!
Sometimes, some rare times, Villain wondered how their plans could backfire so horribly, or for them to get so sidetracked that their goal was completely gone from their mind.
This case fit better into the latter.
The woman was shaking her head. "I just can't believe she would do such a thing," Hero's mother said, and Villain couldn't help but correct her.
"He."
But she just went on like she didn't hear them, even though Villain knew she did. "She just goes around with her little red cape-"
"It's magenda actually."
"Whatever," she said irritably, teacup nearly tipping in her hand. "That. And then she returns home as a..." her features morphed, as if she had to talk about Hero staining the carpet with blood and not him coming home as, well.
As a guy.
"You'll have to excuse me," Villain said, cause secretly they were pretty distressed about having forgotten why they had come here in the first place. They headed towards the bathroom.
This was— Villain didn't know how to describe it. They had come to find some, some papers, they think, only to find out Hero, with the muscles and the enchanting masculinity was supposed to be a girl?
How??
Okay it wasn't a matter of how exactly, Villain was aware Hero could shapeshift. It was more than that. Each time Hero had to shift into a woman he got so awkward, and couldn't for the life of him walk in heels. For better or worse, Villain mocked him that time, and laughed, making Hero chuckle in the process.
Hero had sounded happy. But was Villain actually hurting him by mocking him about it? They hadn't meant to hurt him— make him bruise sure, give him cuts yes, make him wheeze from under them as he surrendered, oh absolutely.
But this...
Hero's mom was still in her place, drinking tea and looking ever so refined. How could she think Hero was a girl?
There was no polite way to bring it up and Villain hadn't had the slightest of clues why they didn't just blurt it out. They never cared about what people thought. Maybe they just worried that this could somehow hurt Hero, even if he wasn't there.
"So tell me" they said instead, "what does Hero do to relax?"
. . .
As Hero dragged his feet inside he could swear the world became more and more of a blur. To call the day exhausting would be an understatement and coming back home did not help.
It should have been a safe place, but somehow it was anything but. It had become a war zone in which hits still managed to be unexpected.
And now their nemesis sat in their chair. Splendid.
...wait. Wait what?
"Vi—"
Villain smiled. It was the type of expression that told you more than words ever could. It was a threat, but it also held pity, and it only took Hero a glance towards his mother for the blood to run cold in his veins.
He couldn't speak.
"Your mom was just telling me about baseball."
"Villain is lying—" they blurted out, before processing. "Baseball?"
What on earth??
"Yup! And how, apparently, you got your ass kicked the last time you played."
There was no way to stop the blood that rushed to his face at that. "Well, I..."
His mother looked at him with expected disapproval, and one would think Hero would be used to it by now.
They weren't, but they kept wishing that one day, they would be.
"It was a bad day for me." His bag slid to the floor and Hero calculated his choices.
Overthinking or not, Villain was in his house and currently pulling him by the arm.
"Oh it was so nice to chat with you," they were telling his mother, "and the tea was excellent."
She puffed in a way that reminded them if a peacock. Only that peacocks tended to be smarter.
"Lets go Hero, I want you to show me your room."
"Absolutely not," he hissed, but Villain dragged him away anyway.
Villain didn't believe in stereotypes. Girls and guys and all people in between could all just like cars or dolls or anything else respectively.
But damn if this wasn't a boy's room.
Not because of posters of athletes or women or cars- there was none of that. Villain couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that made this a guy's room. There was, however, a tiny picture of Villain cut from a newspaper on Hero's nightstand, but Villain was merciful enough not to bring that up.
Villain couldn't really explain it, but they knew there was no way Hero was anything other than what he said he was.
"You're not supposed to be here," Hero snapped as he stood on the round carpet in the middle of the room. The only poster he had was on the wall to their right, and it depicted a peaceful little place Villain honestly found quite beautiful.
"So this is where you live."
"And this is how you leave."
Villain was grabbed by the collar in seconds and it took them an embarrassing amount of time to realise Hero was going to throw them out the window.
"Hey hey hey," Villain could fly, but their civilian identity could not. "Eaasy buddy, no need to get upset—"
They tried flying backwards, but Hero was having none of it.
"Leave."
"But why?!" They snapped, surprisingly causing Hero to let go. "I did nothing wrong! Granted I was about to steal every valuable you ever owned- but I didn't, that's what counts!"
Hero was left staring. Then, lost, they murmured "You're insane"; a murmur that sounded far too shocked to be playful but too calm to be true. It almost threw Villain off.
"Well, kind of, but that is not the point."
The Gods were gracious, because, somehow, they managed to make Hero chuckle. For the first time ever since Hero stepped in his home, he seemed happy.
"So," Villain said after a while, softly. They hadn't done this before. "Want to talk about it?"
It was amazing just how much a person's eyes could give away. No variation of 'no' would have matched the swirl of emotion that appeared in Hero's eyes.
Villain sat on the other's bed. The covers were mostly blue, with hints of orange and just as soft as Villain bet they would be.
They could only guess what was going through Hero's mind, who hadn't even bothered to turn to face Villain. Their foe could only see his back- the one they had seen when he lifted a track, when he soothed a little girl on the street.
When he had stepped in front of Villain with absolutely no hesitation, taking a bullet for them. That was something they would never forget.
"You look well," they said lightly, causing the Hero to huff.
Finally, he turned around. He wasn't gorgeous, a supermodel, but he was still charming. He was still vulnerable, they thought when he didn't quite meet their eyes, which was what stuck with Villain the most.
They patted the place next to them and Hero took the offer. The bed gave a little squeak as Hero sat- it wasn't used to holding the weight of two people. And it was, apparently, rather old.
"So, you live here" Villain said again, but it was an entirely different question. It was closer to 'So, you live like this.'
The man next to them sighed and closed his eyes. When they opened again it was like the emotion was drained, maybe hidden somewhere deep.
"She isn't bad," he said, and Villain wasn't sure what to say. They had been with Hero long enough. They knew when a rant was coming.
How does it feel to not have a family to turn to? Villain had never wondered, cause they never had to.
They went closer.
"She's just..." he fought for words. "Old fashioned."
Villain snorted, they weren't sure why. Maybe it was because of how awkward Hero sounded.
"I... Maybe you should go."
It was the right thing to do, Villain supposed. They weren't the type though, they always preferred to do what felt right to them. And now, that meant they had to get a hand on Hero's arm and speak in a soothing tone they only ever used when their younger sibling was sleepy- or hurt.
"She's your mom."
Despite Hero's eyes hardening Villain gave his arm a squeeze and went on.
"She may have given you life, but that doesn't mean she gets to tell you how to live it."
Hero wasn't a fan of letting others see them cry, or show any strong emotion in general. It had become a habit to look away when they sobbed, so Villain stood up and looked at his wardrobe on pure instinct, heart beating fast at Hero's shuddered breath.
"I like your room."
They didn't hear an answer, just Hero's sniff. They could feel his eyes on them, but they didn't care.
His wardrobe must have been old, and painted, because when Villain placed their hand on it, a tiny part of white paint chipped away. A flower was drawn on it and it was no masterpiece. It screamed Hero, not of any gender, just him. As if him, and him alone, could create those unsure but delicate brush strokes of flowerpetals.
When they turned they found Hero's mouth opening and closing, his eyes away from them. If Villain was in their place they wouldn't know what to say either. Well, maybe except one thing.
They knelt down in front of him and he startled- smart boy- but didn't move away. Hero wasn't really the type to be swayed and blinded either, but now he sat perfectly still. He could have thrown Villain out easily, just didn't want to. Or at least, not yet.
"You don't have to say thank you," Villain said, surprising them both by how gentle they sounded. "And I don't think I could see you as a girl, but I could if you wanted. But judging by the fact that you don't," they said when something bitter showed on Hero's face, "then allow me to say: You are the hottest guy around."
Silence.
And then Hero let out a strangled, confused laugh, voice shaking by it. "T-that's it?"
Villain shrugged.
Maybe it was the fanfics, but Villain thought Hero was leaning in so he could kiss them. He smiled, the way only he knew how to, and suddenly Villain was glad they were sitting.
"You're such a moron" he said at last, but his voice was suspiciously sweet.
They didn't fight that day; Only talked. Some things were about how to deal with the situation, while others were all about Hero's mucles and Villain informing "if I could shapeshift I would just get the ideal body type. No exercise, no diet."
At the end, Villain had the luxury of leaving through the front door, but not to see Hero smile softly at them, and Hero had one more ally to turn to.
Can you write about a hero having the worst period pains and they just completely give up in the middle of a fight, so a concerned villain freaks out and tries to make them as comfortable as possible.
Yes I can! Unfortunately it ended up being very short, but I hope its enjoyable nonetheless!
cw: mentions of menstruation and transphobia
“Sorry, I just… I need a timeout. Fuck.” The Hero gasped as he fell to his knees and curled his torso to a fetal position to alleviate pressure. Normally it wasn’t this bad, but he was already bruised and hurting, and cramps on top of that was the seventh layer of Hell.
Villain broke their fighting stance immediately, “Are- Are you alright? Did I hurt you that bad? Rupture an organ or something?” The concern in Villain’s tone did not go unnoticed by their enemy, it certainly wasn’t something he was expecting.
The shock of the criminal actually caring coaxed an honest answer out of the hero before he could think twice, “Just really bad menstrual cramps and I forgot painkillers before I came here. I just need a minute or two.” He grimaced, both in pain and from just revealing the very personal information to his enemy. Villains weren’t the most tolerant group, and Hero didn’t have the energy to be the victim of a hate crime right now.
“Holy shit, you’re trans too?” Villain sounded almost giddy for a moment before their focus returned to the situation, “Er- You might need more than a minute...” They trailed off.
“Oh! Here, I always keep an emergency bottle on me.” Villain smiled, rooting in their utility belt and pulling out a bottle of ibuprofen, they handed it to Hero who reluctantly took it. “I usually need to pop a couple after getting my ass kicked.” They added light-heartedly.
Hero swallowed a couple of pills dry, not his first option, but certainly better than the alternative of no meds.
“Wanna keep talking? It’ll help distract from the pain until the pills kick in.” Villain stated nonchalantly.
“Don’t got much of a choice, huh?” Hero choked out a halfhearted laugh.
After a beat of silence the criminal finally took initiative and spoke up, “So… Uh, I’m trans too, non-binary. Is it tough on the heroes’ side?”
“Um, I dunno. Like, it’s a predominantly male field, but being a hero is kinda what made me realize I wanted to transition. I did get top surgery a few years back but I didn’t have enough money for anything else. Thankfully the Hero’s Commission pays for my T. But apparently removal of sex organs counts as `cosmetic` and they can’t pay for. Thus, still have to put up with this shit.”
The criminal was taken slightly aback, “Oh that’s fucked up! Do you want me to rob a bank to get the money for it?”
“Obviously not, but that’s oddly sweet of you.” Hero sucked a breath in through his teeth, “D’you mind if we do a raincheck on the fight? I just want my bed right now.”
“Of course! I’m no monster. Do you want help home?” Villain asked, a hopeful tone taking over.
Hero smiled, “Only if you’ll stay and watch a movie with me.”
Villain flushed at the proposition, “Uh. S-sure.” they attempted a nonchalant shrug that ended up being jerkier than desired, making the hero bite back a chuckle as the pair got up.
The two enemies ended up passed out and limbs entangled under a blanket on Hero’s couch before the movie ended, their cups of tea cooling on the coffee table.
