[Rosiestar]

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gender; does not have to be genderfluid, will not affect your chances
story; 500 word max

oml i love ;o;

[Cheeb]

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gender; does not have to be genderfluid, will not affect your chances
story; 500 word max

[elf_of_the_hollow]

↳ elf_of_the_hollow
↳ mavory duke
↳ trans female - she/her

↳ ||||"mav, can you grab the cooler?" her voice rang through the house as she called from outside, reaching mavory as she grabbed her denim jacket sitting on the couch. "yeah, gimme a sec, I've got it!" she yelled back, pulling the jacket over her shoulders, despite the sweltering heat inside the house, and walking over to pick up the barely functional cooler. heading towards the door she used all of her might to balance the heavy cooler in her arms. "here's your cooler, fare," as she handed it off to her, she faked exhaustion, leaning back and breathing a sigh, "what did you even put in there to make it so heavy? It's like towing around a case of bricks!"

|||||the two took a second to laugh over mavory's exaggeration, mavory's face settling into a bright smile while her companion's was much more gentle. "it's just soda, mostly soda anyway. there's a few ice pops - mostly strawberry ones but I got a few lime for you, too," mavory smiled at her consideration, happy to be thought of, even if it was just ice pops, "I think it's the cooler itself that weighs so much. I should be able to get a new one soon, since I'll be getting a job in - oh. wait, you already know that.. I keeping forgetting..." she smiled at the ground, a tiny bit of sadness sitting in the corners of her eyes.

|||||mavory kept forgetting, too. or, at least, she wished she could. farrah would be moving soon. in fact, this was the last time they would really get to spend time with each other before she left. every time mavory was reminded of that something in her broke a little. the two had always been close and it felt like, if she let go of her now, she might just fall apart. but it was more than that - farrah was the only one who really knew her. she was the only one who knew her and not.. him. she wished she could go with farrah, though, to a place she could feel safe and accepted. but she knew she couldn't, and that may have hurt her even more. she took a second to speak up again, brushing her hair away from her eyes and turning from her.

|||||"right, yeah, I know.. anyway, we should go now, before the sun starts to set," she joked a little, squinting up at the sun which was still high in the sky, "wouldn't want you keeping us here all day with your chatting." she received a playful punch on the arm from farrah before the two set out in farrah's car. their conversations were whispered the rest of the day, cloud watching and gently holding hands, as if they would break everything if they held on too tight. "you know, fare, I'm.. I'm really gonna miss you.." she turned slightly to face her again.

|||||"yeah.. I know. but I'm not gone forever, mav. I'll always be yours."

[bandaid.]

username; luru
name; janko [jayn-co]
gender; transmale
story;
janko always knew he was a boy, he never really liked "being a girl". he hated dresses and skirts, he liked to play fight and watch sports. he'd rather watch a game of football with his dad than shop with his mom. so, when he realized he wasn't just a "tomboy", he told his parents he'd like to be their son instead of their daughter. his dad threw things at him and stormed out of the room, his mother kind of gawked for a moment and hugged him.

having a trasnphobic father was hard for janko until his mother called the police after he started to abuse janko. after that, janko started T and quickly forgot about his abusive father.

[120 / 500]

[Midnightkitkat]

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gender; does not have to be genderfluid, will not affect your chances
story; 500 word max

[mousekewitz]

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username: lordren //name: maxwell thomas ashbury //gender: bigender [ he/they ]
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All his life, Maxwell has struggled to fit in with his peers due to his financial situation. He hated the pitying looks that his mother got whenever she pulled out her EBT card, he loathed having to wash the tables in front of the entire cafeteria because he had free lunch, and he despised that all of these things made him feel sub-human. It was like everyone thought he was lesser or that his mother was a poor parent all because she couldn't buy him the newest, shiniest things. Being lower class was like being a spectacle; no matter where they went they were stared at, whispered at, and judged by others for factors entirely out of their control.

Maxwell knew that his mother tried her best to provide for him. She worked two jobs while he was in grade school and would often send him to relatives, none much better off, during the nights or on weekends so she would work more shifts in hopes of having enough to scrape by on bills. On the playground, his rugged hand-me-downs would hang awkwardly about him just as he would tip-toe around the throng of children that he felt so isolated from. Their jeers wounded his heart and while hot tears dripped down his cheeks, he realized that all he truly wanted was to be a part of something greater than himself.

He felt so alone from everyone else during the school day and he did nothing but stay with family otherwise. Other kits would visit each other or go to movies or even go out of town in each other's company but he was stuck at home, penniless, and messed with his thrift store toys. Years bled into each other and he began to swallow his pride in order to aid his mother in whatever way he could. It no longer mattered what others thought of him or how his outward appearance came across to others, he came to know that these bullies were insecure of themselves just as much as Maxwell was. They poured so much time into their outward presence that their inner self was hollow, nothing more than a shell of cruelty.

Maxwell began to work around town doing weird jobs or offering his skills in diners or retail shops. Each paycheck brought a swelling of pride in his heart. He may have come from nothing but perhaps with determination and the support from his mother he can make something of himself. Finally, he is secure.

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[doqqy]

username;; doqqy
name;; Elias
gender;; male
story;; res with being discriminated against for being gay, finding comfort in his many pet reptiles ;w;

what a gorgeous kalon ! <33

[blkberry]

username; snowolive
name;
gender; female to male (he/him)
story; 500 word max

possible reserve with mother not accepting him aa

[Fernathy]

•●• Fernathy • Leo • nonbinary they/them•●•

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The initial feeling was one of shock. They'd laughed nervously, trying to process what they'd just heard. Maybe they imagined it. He couldn't possibly seriously mean--?

Confiding in people is hard. Though it's even harder when they shut you down.

In the moment of truth, he had merely laughed dismissively. "I think you're just confused." They had expected this part-- the gut reaction. Only slightly deterred, they persisted-- insisting that they were not such. They knew their identity. They knew themself better than anyone. How could you-- who is not me-- say that I'm confused?

Next, he was cynical. "So what? You think you're born in the wrong body or somethin'?" These words were sharp-- digging like knives into their skin. However much it stings, the young kalon stands their ground. They explain themselves levelly, trying to explain the nature of their identity in terms he would understand.

This only prompted anger. Disgust even, upon recognizing the resolution in their voice.

"No. Who gave you this idea, anyway? It was your mother, wasn't it?" They flinched hard at the word. Mother. She was by no means the best, and though whilst he wasn't as bad, he was no saint either. Neither of them had done any good in regards to raising you all these years. This hadn't changed at all. They now blamed each other for the parts of you they didn't agree with. And this was one of those times.

The next words sent them reeling.

"It's a disease."

It only escalated from there, really. He only got more and more angry as he belted out his rationale, and with every word they tried harder and harder to stifle the incoming sobs forcing their way through. They could hardly even believe half of the stuff they were hearing. They were always a little more inclined to their father than their mother. In fact, he'd been the only one they had on their mother's particularly unbearable days, taking the brunt of the impact in their stead. They were blindsided-- they were sure that he'd understand.

His final words are really what did it.

"Hopefully I'll be dead before I see this."

Click.------ ------

They had been rife with grief, at the time. After hanging up, the only thing they could manage was sobbing for days. They look back on the incident, number now.

Confiding in people is always hard. It requires a certain kind of trust, especially for matters such as this. And creatures such as we, need the validation.

But they never got that. All their life, and especially in that moment. A product of their upbringing.

Though... they've learned since then. Upon stemming from an environment such as that, you mustn't rely on the approval of other people, no matter how close, but rather, that of yourself. A tough lesson gained after much self destruction and sorrow, but one much needed nonetheless.

Their father never understood. Perhaps he never will. The real recovery came from accepting themself.

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...and that's therapy.

[recherché.]

Username; Kaori Miyazono.
Name; Jamie.
Gender; Male.

Story;
Jamie has never came out to anyone besides his closest friends, and he definitely didn't want to come out to his parents. But his friends have been telling him that he really should. So, he was planning on it. Jamie wasn't really afraid of telling his mother that he was bisexual, and that he mainly leaned towards guys, but he was afraid of telling his father because of how strict he was. His worst fear was getting kicked out of the house because he was nearing the legal age of becoming an adult. Deciding to wait until he came up with a proper way of telling them. To say that he was afraid was an understatement. Thinking of the worst really got to him.

The fact that he could leave everything behind tightened his chest. Maybe he'll write a note and then leave, or maybe not even write one at all? The conflict was difficult. But he finally just decided to do it privately, maybe in the car. So that's what Jamie did. When his mother was taking him to soccer practice, he decided on telling her, and she was generally okay with it. Now, Jamie never expected his mother to say anything about it, but she told Jamie's father that night, and it didn't end well. His father was never abusive nor mean to him, but he's always been judgmental and strict about the things that Jamie liked. "No, you can't like ponies." His father said. "No kittens or puppies, either." He spoke once again. Despite what his father said, Jamie still liked these things. As soon as his mother spilled the news to Jamie's father, he went crazy.

Jamie could hear the two arguing downstairs while he was in his room, and it was really making him nervous. Somehow, he had to find a way to persuade his father that there was nothing wrong with him, and that he was still the same son that he raised. And that's exactly what he's going to do. So, the next morning, when Jamie saw his father in the living room, he asked if he wanted to go out and get some ice cream, like they usually did when Jamie was younger. Of course, his father accepted and they went out.
First it was awkward, but then his father started warming up to him. He laughed with Jamie and Jamie laughed with him. The two told jokes and gossiped. And then, the father started to realize.

"Have you ever had a male celebrity crush, dad?" Jamie questioned when he was finished with his ice cream, and that question got him thinking. Jamie sat there with a small smile on his face before his father nodded "When I was younger, yeah.. I guess." His father responded. Laughing, Jamie sat up and shrugged his shoulders, "That's me, every time. But minus the celebrity part." The two laughed and played after that, and Jamie assured his father that there'll be grandchildren in the future.
[500/500.]