Goblin Boyo

genderfluid trans man plagg pride icons

requested by @just-a-little-freak

If there’s no “wrong way” then that’s a right way!

Reshiram mama caregiver icons — requested by @rabid-goblin-freak

The jungle was louder than you expected. You had barely set foot on the island before realizing how alive everything was, birds screeching overhead, insects buzzing in clouds, and leaves whispering under the wind.

You hadn't meant to come here, yet fate (and a very unlucky accident at sea) had washed you to these foreign shores.

You pushed through the heavy foliage, muttering under your breath,

"Great… alone in some coastal jungle. Couldn't get any worse."

But then, it did get stranger.

Weeks turned into months and you found yourself getting accustomed to your new life.

But what you didn’t know was that you weren’t alone.

From the canopy above, a pair of curious gray-green eyes had been watching you with wide-eyed fascination.

Tarzan, small and barefoot, hung upside down from a vine, his wild mop of hair sticking every which way. His heart pounded, not with fear, but with something warm.

Another human. Like him.

He didn't even know the word human, not really. All he knew was that you had skin, hands, and face, and that you looked safe.

Gentle, and eautiful in a way that made his chest hurt. Already, his young mind made an assumption that you are his...

...Mother.

And you came back to him, even though Kala told him that his mother is gone, but he didn't believe her.

For weeks, he followed you in secret.

Hiding in the treetops, crouching in the ferns, and you never noticed the soft thump of small feet shadowing your path, nor the whisper of leaves shifting when you gathered fruit.

At day, he curled up high in the trees, watching and hanging out your wet clothes, that you got from the wreck boat.

At night, he would watch you sleep, sometimes curling up in front of you without your knowledge, and before you wake up, he leaves.

Then one day, his secret was nearly torn away.

You had been scavenging near a shallow stream when you heard a shrill, gut-clenching scream.

A child's scream. You dropped the bundle of fruit from your arms and ran.

The sound of thrashing and a vicious snarl echoed through the trees.

When you broke into the clearing, your blood froze.

A boy, small, wild, barely clothed, was cornered by a massive spotted leopard.

Sabor's yellow eyes glinted as it crouched, ready to lunge, while the boy's face was twisted in terror, though his small fists clenched defiantly.

You didn't think. You just acted. Grabbing a hefty branch from the ground, and swinging with every ounce of strength you had, slamming it into the predator's face.

Sabor hissed and reeled back, swiping its claws toward you. You screamed and swung again, the branch cracking against its muzzle.

The beast snarled, then finally bolted into the undergrowth, leaving you alone with the boy.

And then his eyes met yours.

The boy blinked at you, astonishment painted across his dirt-smudged face.

An innocent human child.

A surviving child, living in this wild, merciless jungle.

Tarzan’s lips moved first, a string of guttural sounds spilling from him.

It wasn't any tongue you recognized, it was wild, thick, almost animalistic, staring at him, trying to make sense of it.

"I don’t understand you," you whispered gently, crouching down.

His small fists clenched at his chest in some kind of gesture, his eyes desperate, needing you to know something.

But when the words failed to bridge the gap, you simply reached out, slowly, and carefully, you gathered him into your arms.

He stiffened at first, startled by your touch, but then melted against you as though he had been waiting for it his entire life.

"Come on, sweetheart," you state gently, carrying him back toward your makeshift shelter of driftwood, palm leaves, and salvaged cloth.

My experience involves a deep connection to the tribe's innate traits. This being our brute strength and battling, strong family bonds, and the swamp environment that is our home.

Mudwings are a very highly protective, fiercely loyal, and thrive in close-knit groups with a primary caretaker of a Bigwing. As my troops Bigwing, feelings of familial duty is a cornerstone of my dentity.

I do my best to try and feel connected with my mudwing identity by spending time in nature and getting messy in mud. I love how mud sounds, smells, and feels. It makes feel happy and at home!

Well I remember the feeling of my body. So big and powerful. I remember how my claws would squish the mushy, soggy ground as I would move around the mud kingdom. I remember stretching my wings out wide and taking flight.

I remember my siblings. How we would sleep together in large mud pools. How we'd practice our battle training. We'd go on patrols and hunting missions for our clan. But now I'll say no more, for I miss my home greatly.

They are built like a pillow-pet..

hehe

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Requested by @rabid-goblin-freak

Ace is a trans man Pokemon trainer. He and his Pokemon partner, Ampharos have been together since they were a boy and a Mareep.

They share a close bond in and out of battle. During one tough battle, Ampharos mega evolves for the first time. All the new power was too much for Ampharos all at once. It looses control of itself and it's mind and attacks Ace out of confusion. Ace was taken by surprise, but knows Ampharos didn't mean it.

After Ampharos goes back to its normal form, it sees Ace holding his arm. There's a bite mark and some blood is coming out of it. Ampharos doesn't remember what happened, but realized it must of been the one to bite Ace because it can taste a bit of blood in its mouth.

Edit: I feel like the reason this happened was because Amphros mega evolution awakens its hidden dragon duel typing. As a pure electric type otherwise, I don't think I'd be able to handle the dragon abilities right away.