[hiraeth + hound]

yo whats up!! its the ftm trans pride kit, riddle and i wanted to represent both sides of the spectrum of transgender, and personally i just had to do ftm, because, represent (ok hand emoji)

like the other trans kit, this will be a short writing contest!

the winner is Nikolina!

[capone.]

dropping

[deerbroken]

xxxxx | neongraveyard | Blaine | ftm (he/him) | xxxxx

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He sat on the couch in his parent’s living room, the old, worn leather uncomfortable on his fur. His paws latched together as he gathered his thoughts, eyes glued to the floor, face blank aside from his lips tightly drawn into a frown. His hair covered the majority of his view, pushed forward by the hood of his jacket that he’d pulled over his head. The air in the room felt heavy, and if not for his focus he was sure he’d be flattened by the pressure.

He heard footsteps approaching. His brows furrowed as he hunched over, not moving his gaze as two figures entered the room. His parents.

“You’re back early,” his mother said, her voice holding its usual warmth, but he could hear the worry hidden beneath it. She had always been conscious of how he felt; it was as if she knew what Blaine was feeling before he did. His father didn’t make a sound, sitting in the arm chair across the room.

“Yeah.”

That’s all he could bring himself to say. He couldn’t look at them; he couldn’t face the disappointment that they would feel as soon as the words he needed to tell them left his mouth. He sat in silence. His mother moved to sit in her own chair, and the three of them remained in limbo, the only sound breaking the deafening quiet the ticking of the clock on the nearby wall.

“We didn’t expect you home so soon. I’m afraid there isn’t much for dinner… We could order something, if that’s what you want, sweetie.”

He shook his head, his hair clearing from his vision enough to allow him to see the shapes of his parents sitting across from him.

“That’s okay. I’ll manage.”

His father, ever impatient and stubborn as his mother always said (and continued on to say that Blaine was quite the same), finally spoke up.

“So, what is it that you wanted to tell us, Blaine?”

He felt his heartbeat increase, and he moved to put his paws on his knees. Breathe.

As he finally looked up to his two guardians, both of them held a look of concern on their muzzles. To see his mother like this was nothing new, but the same look on his father was jarring. He swallowed hard, shifting in his seat.

“Well, I… I came home because I left school.”

“Well, of course. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here,” his mother said, forcing a laugh.

“No, what I mean is, I dropped out of school.”

Both of his parents looked shocked for a moment, sharing a look with each other before their eyes came back to Blaine.

“But I thought you loved school,” his mother said, her ear twitching as she frowned.

“Your grades were so good last semester,” his father added.

“I wasn’t doing so good this semester,” Blaine stated, his voice cracking.

Another short silence ensued.

“Well, that’s okay,” his mother finally said, giving a sympathetic smile to her kit. “School isn’t for everyone.”

“What are you going to do now?” his father started, before Blaine’s mother swatted his paw.

“I haven’t figured it out yet,” he mumbled, his voice weak. This was a mistake. He should’ve just stayed.

“What was going on at school? Did something happen to you?” Both of his parents trained their eyes on him again, and he felt his stomach twist uncomfortably.

“Not really… I just haven’t been feeling good.”

“Are you sick?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he mumbled.

“Well, what’s the matter then?”

“I don’t know. I just… haven’t been feeling like myself.”

“You don’t feel like yourself?”

“No. I don’t feel like anything, mom.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

He nodded.

“Maybe we should take you to the doctor.”

“But I’m not sick,” he repeated.

“What else could it be?”

“I dunno. I just feel… lost.”

“What do you think it is, sweetheart? Were you eating at school? Did you go to class?”

“Well, uh,” he paused, looking to the floor again. “Not really. To both, I mean. I stopped doing… everything. I don’t know why.”

“Oh dear,” his mother began, her paw to her mouth. “Well, maybe you should talk with someone.”

Blaine tilts his head.

“You mean like…?”

“A therapist.”

“...I guess that sounds like a good idea.”

“That’s the spirit.” For the first time in their conversation, his mother gave a genuine smile, and he managed to give a weak one in return.

Maybe everything would be okay.

“Thanks, mom.”

[750/750]

[carotid]

i love both of the trans babies.. i couldn't help myself :,)

username: carotid
kalon's name: emil
gender: trans boi [he/him]
prompt: 750 word max
extra art piece:

[Avisowl]

-starts as a handsome young boy (he has blue fur] just about to start highschool
-is killed in a tragic accident
-is reborn, as a little girl (pink fur)
- struggles with her new identity
- Comes out to her family as a boy, but not any boy. He is truly Jasper

[petrify]

pretty boy,, res

rif

[dorayaki]

username: komaeda;;
kalon's name: fuyuki
gender: ftm [he/him]
prompt: (max. 750 words)
had ghost friend since he was a baby -> ghost friend helped him w/ coming out and such -> ghost friend moved on due to having helped him -> threw a wild fit with his friend now gone -> fuyu is in a huge emotional slump, still trying to cope but getting better
extra art piece: (optional) will do

mark mark mark

[witchcrafting]

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indentUsername :: Vagabond

indentName :: Jules Thomson
indentGender :: Male

indentWord count - 277/750
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It wasn't exactly easy living without sight, however it was something Jules had to go through. He was born with a cancer that went to his eyes, which affected his life quite a lot when he had to decide whether or not to go through surgery to remove the most affected eye. He knew he probably wouldn't have lived if he didn't, so taking up that offer of surgery, Jules went through a life changing moment; losing his sight. He was maybe 16 when it happened, and he still had a lot more time to live through. Of course, having lost sight in his good eye, Jules was without sight for the rest of the time. It was a struggle for a while, but Jules learned to cope with it. He even made a new friend, his one and current service dog. Jules always thought he wasn't going to be able to have a normal life, but in all honesty, he really did have a normal life, normal in his mind anyway, when he got used to being without sight. It was a journey; one with multiple steps, however that didn't stop Jules from having a happy-go-lucky attitude. If you were to ask what kind of personality Jules had, anyone who knew him would say that he's determined and ready to show you a whole new perspective on life. He dreams big and doesn't hesitate to get something done when he wants it to be. It's almost surprising for someone like him, but let's face it, he's probably gone through hell and back. Literally. You wouldn't believe the kind of person he is until you've met him.

[EmeraldQueen]

m a r k !

[broken*]

username: broken*
kalon's name: ambrose (previously "rose")
gender: trans male
prompt: (max. 750 words)
something about his twin dying of cancer and having to live thru it
extra art piece: (optional)