#trans protag

[hyped-up-on-girl-pills]

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Do you like Magical Girls?

What about hot monster women?

If you said "yes" to any of these then oh girl do I have a web serial for YOU!

Magical Girl Mechanical Heart by Thundamoo

[procyon-kiryu-heaven]

Trans male Protag give me gender euphoria

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[bugboy-behaviour]

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[triilobyte]

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

man fuck it im gonna stop being scared to share my writing. i spent all day on this and im proud so woe! gay men be upon ye!

[triilo-write]

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

hey, i updated my spideypool fic finally!!

there’s only two chapters, but writers block has been rough this year and i’m happy to finally have finished and posted something i’ve worked on since february 😬

[probskay]

It had been six years since I had seen him last. He was running cons in the street. Tricking passersby into giving up their cash for “eastern medicines.” Snake oil. Poppycock. Bullshit.

A lot had changed since then, especially me. I was a boy when he knew me. Now I’m a woman. A very appreciable one at that.

“So what is it you’re selling now?” I asked him. We met in a coffee shop. He didn’t order anything.

“Nothing,” he replied. He sighed, and glanced at my tea. “Thanks for sticking with me,” he continued, “I didn’t expect anyone to stand by me after I got out of prison.”

“No one has yet,” I responded. He looked dejected. Good.

“Then why did you ask me to meet you?” he asked. “Just to buy expensive tea and tell me to fuck off?”

I smirked. “I thought you simply weren’t thirsty.”

He glared at me. “Fuck you,” he said, a middle finger up.

I shrugged. “If you need some money for a drink, all you have to do is ask.”

He leaned forward. “I’m not taking your money. I can make my own.”

I took a sip of the tea. Hibiscus. No sugar. It was rich, red, and delicious. I was always fond of hibiscus. “Should I pretend to lose another game to you? What should it be this time, mahjong? Poker? Checkers?”

He gritted his teeth at me. “Oh, so that’s what it was? Just tricks?”

I sighed. “You have problems. You’re a chronic gambler and a known con artist. Anyone who wants to associate with you is just trying to take advantage of you.”

“So what do you want from me?” he demanded. His eyes glistened. When they burned with anger was easily the best time to look at them. He was never as passionate about anything unless he was mad.

“I want you to admit you need help,” I said. “I’m not interested in trickery and cons. So that’s what’s on the table. It would be very gratifying.”

“Hmph.” He looked away from me, toward the coffee shop. I didn’t love him as much as I used to. I used to melt when he pouted. Alas, my heart is far too hardened today. He continued. “And then you’ll just mock me after?”

Again, I sighed. “You haven’t even tried asking yet. You lose nothing by doing so, and the least you’ll have to gain will be some humility.” I leaned back in my chair and swirled the tea around. Flower teas are bitter without sugar. Not as bitter as fruit teas, but bitter none the less. However, unlike fruit, flowers become sweet with much less sugar.

He leaned back in his chair as well. “I’m tired.”

I laughed. He didn’t appreciate it. 

“I’m tired as well,” I replied. “Six years without you. I used to love you, you know.”

He shook his head. “I’m not gay. You know that.”

That hurt to hear. He still didn’t see me as a woman, even after a few years of hormones. “I’m not the boy you knew back then,” I replied. “I’m the woman you see today. There’s a reason I’m not fawning over you right now.”

He writhed in his seat, and turned to look the other way, over the railing. I made certain we got a balcony seat. I loved the balcony seats. It used to be awe from just being higher up. Now it felt like power.

“If you’re so successful and great on your own, why are you even here for me?” He asked.

I smiled. It was sincere. “Maybe from some sense of nostalgia. Maybe because I would enjoy the cruelty of telling you ‘no’ if you asked for help. Maybe I think you can be rehabilitated. Maybe I’m still in love with you, for all you know, just waiting for you to tease me and for me to fall for it like I did so many times over.”

He gave me a sidelong glance. He was looking at my boobs.

“On second thought, it’s not the last one. That ship has long since sailed. I had six years to get over you.”

He looked back over the balcony.

“In fact, ‘love’ isn’t even the right word. It was infatuation. I was infatuated with you. I was young and naïve-”

“You were stupid-” he interrupted me.

I placed my cup upon the table as I interrupted him in kind. “I was gullible. Not anymore.”

I stood up to leave. “One more chance to ask for help, Carter.”

He sat in silence. A heel clacked as I stepped away.

“Wait,” he began, “I do need help. I don’t have a house. Can... Can I stay with you?”

I leaned in close, smiling more. Our noses nearly touched. “No,” I told him. “You ask for far too much.” I took a few bills out of my purse and made a show of flicking them at him. They spun as they fell through the air.

“Take care of yourself, Carter. You’ll not see me again.”

[triilo-write]

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

I finally finished and posted the first part of a new project! I write about loving monsters, but sometimes I write about my favorite comic book characters too. :)

[triilo-write]

Modern Male Orc x Trans Man Reader (sfw) Part 1

this kinda hit me in the middle of the night when i was supposed to be sleeping so i started it on my phone and then finished on my compute r

You couldn't believe you'd finally cracked. For the last two years you had been happily single, focusing more on earning your degree than on a love life. You liked it that way. The last couple relationships you'd had were... rocky, to say the least, but ended mutually and on good terms. You even sometimes went out to get a drink with one of them now and then; with her new girlfriend tagging along who you were immediately determined to befriend. Your roommate, on the other hand, seemed to think that your forlorn gazes at the other male students was a sign that you needed to give it another shot.

"Okay, just, hear me out." Nira had began during one movie night. The faun had paused at the half wall separating the living room from the ‘kitchen’ with a bowl of hot popcorn in their hands, chocolaty brown eyes locked on you instead of the tv. "Just one date won't bring about the end of the world. You can just ask one of the cute guys in your classes, or at work." They suggested, pouting huffily at your eye roll.

 "You know why I can't 'just' do that, N." You sighed, dropping the remote into the little hammock the blanket made between your knees. "I have the worst time talking to anybody, let alone a cute somebody." You glanced at them as they settled down beside you, tucking a leg under the other.

 "Then.. Why not not ask them face to face?"

 "...You've lost me."

 "A dating profile!" Nira exclaimed, eyes glinting excitedly in the dim light. "Just make like, a Tinder or a Grindr or whatever other app floats your boat, and just browse and wait for a match."

You had to admit that at the time it wasn't the worst possible idea. They'd had plenty worse than using a dating app. But.. You still beat around the bush for another week and a half. Eventually you set up a Grindr- without letting Nira know right off the bat- and the waiting game began. You groaned to yourself and left your phone forgotten on your chest to cover your face with your hands. "There's no way I really got talked into this..." You grumbled against your palms, shutting your eyes and closing off all the nervous thoughts prickling at the back of your mind.

Within just a few minutes of calming down, your phone buzzed almost aggressively against you. You expected it to be Nira, or another friend, or even a classmate asking about notes. Instead, it was an alert that someone had liked you. Apparently you really didn’t need to wait as long as you thought.

It was an almost painfully handsome orcish someone. According to the distance he most likely went to your college and probably even stayed in one of the dormitories, or an apartment like you were, and it set off another wave of nerves. From his profile photos he actually was part of the culinary students, which was a bit of a surprise. Especially considering the first photo was of him and a bunch of other men in football uniforms.

Idly, you worried at your bottom lip with your teeth as you read over his bio, shifting onto your side. His name was Mhurren- an addendum of “the H is silent :)” following- and was twenty-three and, apparently, over six-and-a-half feet tall. Good Gods. And, the more you read, the more you found yourself smiling. He liked going hiking, watching The Great British Baking Show, and expressed a great fondness for blueberry muffins. All things you oddly enough, enjoyed too. Chronic joint pain made hiking a, well, pain in the ass; but you loved being out in nature and exploring. Maybe you’d be able to visit the state park together sometime? You sighed to yourself and mulled over your options, your eyes lingering on his face.

 In the picture he was with a naga, both of them dressed in the standard double-breasted jacket of culinary students, flour dusting the maroon fabric . He had one thick arm around the naga’s neck in a playfully gentle headlock- you could tell by the beaming grin on both of their faces. The naga herself was beautiful; her skin a warm tan with speckling of deep crimson scales on her cheeks and climbing up her neck. Her dark hair was tied up in a neat bun and amber eyes focused on the camera with a happy glint in them. He, however, captivated you with all the little details. His skin was a deep green, and thick tusks caught the overhead lights; his long hair was dyed a rich dark seafoam with the dark brown roots showing. It was tied back in a beautiful dutch braid that he had pulled over his shoulder, and just messy enough to show he’d let it down out of a bun just a little before. His piercings were beautiful- bright silver studs in erl, snake bite, and brow styles. The philtrum looked like it was more stone than metal, but you couldn’t make out what kind just yet.

Just yet? You didn’t even know if you were going to meet him!

Your gaze drifted from the philtrum to the attractive black septum ring, then up higher to his eyes. Mirth glittered in their mismatched depths, and you found yourself inhaling a little sharply. His right eye was a blue to rival the sky, whereas the left was a striking, storm cloud grey.

 ...Maybe liking him back couldn’t hurt after all. Your thumb swiped his profile to the right and you could feel a small coil of anxiety twist in your chest as the app announced a match. “Oh, Gods.” You mumbled to yourself as you shifted to sit up, crossing your legs together. Your thumbs nervously tapped the edges of your phone while the chat was loaded; what if you said something wrong right off the bat? Maybe he’d lose interest the moment you started to talk, what if-

A message popped up and drove you from your apprehensive thoughts, and you read it with a flutter in your stomach.

 ‘hey! sorry if I’m keeping you up any.’

‘Oh! No, no youre fine! Im just settling in to relax for the night’ Not a complete lie, but you didn’t want him to feel bad for talking to you.

‘oh good. I didn’t really expect you to swipe back tbh.’

‘Really?’

‘yeah, but I just joined and don’t really know what to expect in general, you know?’

‘Gods, tell me about it. Ive never had a dating profile before so this is all extremely new’

You were glad he was as new as you were, the awkward process of breaking the ice would be mutual that way. It soothed your uneasiness some, and you moved again to slip out of bed and make your way into the main room. You were much more awake now while the two of you spoke back and forth, and you switched on the electric kettle while you leaned against the counter. He was already making you smile and chuckle to yourself as he talked about how his classes were going, and you in turn dipped into how yours were. He was majoring as a pastry chef, and you were majoring as a geologist.

 In a way it was a mistake to tell him that, as the science puns started up without warning as you dropped a bag of Yorkshire Gold tea into your mug. A particularly bad one almost made you laugh out loud and you had to clamp your hand over your mouth quickly to stifle yourself.

  ‘That was horrible!! Youre lucky i love puns’

‘aha! finally I have an excuse to utilize my awful sense of humor.’

‘Be careful, using it all the time may be’ A brief pause for suspense. ‘Punisble’

 His subsequent keysmash and ‘GODS’ filled you with pride and giggle to yourself as the kettle finished heating, and you reached for the handle, typing with one hand.

 ‘Im glad you enjoyed that so much’

‘I woke up my roommate laughing, look what you do to me’

‘Maybe I could do more’ The message sent before you could stop yourself, heat flaring in your cheeks as you nearly overfilled your mug in shock at your own bravado. ‘I mean make you laugh more!! I bet you have a wonderful laugh, the world should hear it as often as possible!’

You groaned at yourself, putting the kettle back in place and using a spoon to help weigh down the tea bag before covering your face with your hand. You really were digging a deeper hole for yourself, weren’t you? He was bound to lose interest now, you’d been speaking for maybe an hour and then you make a comment like that? Mortifying.

 What felt like an eternity had passed before your phone buzzed again and you chanced a peek at the screen, eyeing his response.

 ‘I’d like that, though. perhaps you’ll get your chance Friday night during dinner, if you want to go with me 💖’

 “WHAT-” You yelped in shock, covering your mouth swiftly afterwards, though not swift enough. In moments Nira was at their doorway looking ruffled and worried. You dropped your hand to answer before she even asked. “I.. Just got asked out.”

“Ooh! Who is it, how?” They excitedly hopped over to you, peering curiously at your phone, and huffing at your lack of a reply. “Don’t leave them hanging, that’d be rude.” The faun bumped their head against your shoulder encouragingly before stepping back to put their hands on their hips.

‘Id love that; I just want to warn you its been a long while since Ive been out with anyone, though’

“There we are! Now, fill me in.” They grinned, dark eyes shining with intrigue. Together you stood in the open kitchen with the small overhead light on, mixing up your tea with Nira hanging on your every word. At one point Mhurren had responded, his answer excited and asking to verifying a time- Friday was only a day away, after all. You both settled on seven in the evening to give yourselves a fair bit of time together to talk, before he bid you a good night. Nira, however, wouldn’t leave you to your tea until you showed them the photos of Mhurren. “Now he’s a catch! And he might be able to keep up with your sweet tooth if he’s working to be a pastry chef.” They teased with a wink, patting your shoulder before heading back to their room.

 You sat on the couch, watching the dark world outside the large living room window, sipping your cooling tea and mulling over what had happened. Part of you was still nervous that he’d be unhappy with what he saw and heard when you’d both meet up, but you swatted it away to focus on finishing your drink and returning to bed yourself. Even then you didn’t doze for quite some time, but when sleep finally found you it was sound and dreamless.