#transmav

Charlie: “but I just can’t date a dude with a vag-“

Ice, falling on his knees, drooling on the floor, already head over dick in love with the cocky bastard (and secretly has been since he saw him in that Top Gun classroom months ago): “WHEN WE FELL IN LOVE YOU MADE MY HEART DROP, AND YOU HAD ME THINKIN’ BOUT YOU NON STOP-“

Daylily transmaverine describes a transmaverine (transmav) person that presents in a way that looks traditionally “neutral” but has an entirely autonomous, outherine form of expression. Presentation for a blackberry transmav may stay within the neutral range but never with the intent to call it neutral.

The masculine counterpart to this is mulberry transmaverine and the feminine counterpart is blueberry transmaverine. The androgynous version is blackberry transmaverine. All of these are named after local (to me) forageable plants.

☘︎ a term combining the maverique identity and the stellarian identity.

stellarique, from stellarian's “stellar-“ and maverique's “-ique“ affixes.

stellarique covers any reason someone may identify as stellarian and maverique, including:

☘︎ mavs who present neutrally or neutrois, or unaligned. ☘︎ mavs who are partially neutral or neutrois, or unaligned. ☘︎ mavs who are connected to neutrality or neuterhood via lived experience, or as part of their gender identity; or for any other reason. ☘︎ mavs who are transneutral and transoutherine. ☘︎ stellarians who feel their neutrality is maverine, or unorthodox and does not align with typical or modern notions of neutrality.

[PT: Dragonfly Transmav. End PT]

Inspired by honeybee transfem, coffee bean transmasc, and other such similar terms!

Please note: Absolutely no hate to the coconut transmav term. This is just a very self-indulgent bug-themed alternative! Ultimately, dragonfly transmav is synonymous with coconut transmav and may be used alongside that label and its flag.

An AGAB-less transmaverine term for any transmavs who do not wish to reveal their AGAB, want an explicitly less AGAB-focused label, reject their AGAB, have a neoAGAB, are AGABpunk, intersex transmavs, etc.

Coined by me! Icon Credit (recolored on the flag)

Anyone may use this term and/or these flags, assuming they do so in good faith. I'm ok with this being added to wikis, so long as I am credited and the definitions are not changed. Do not repost this to other social media sites.

COCONUT TRANSMAV

[pt: coconut transmav /end pt]

a transmaverine label meant to take focus away from one's sex and/or agab. in the same vein as honeybee transfem, coffee bean transmasc, mint chocolate transneu, etc.

coined by us!

we do not consent to our creations being added to any wikipedia sites or reposted to other social media sites. anyone may use our terms and flags.

intersex chocolate chip transpan, intersex coconut transmav, and intersex tea bag transneu

intersex chocolate chip transpan - for chocolate chip transpans who are intersex. does not inherently mean one is chocolate chip transpan because of being intersex, just that one is both of these things.

based on this chocolate chip transpan flag (link).

intersex coconut transmav - for coconut transmavs who are intersex. does not inherently mean one is coconut transmav because of being intersex, just that one is both of these things.

based on this coconut transmav flag (link).

intersex tea bag transneu - for tea bag transneus who are intersex. does not inherently mean one is tea bag transneu because of being intersex, just that one is both of these things.

based on this tea bag transneu flag (link).

maverick is exhausted. sitting with a cold drink in his hands, ice freezes the soft layer of skin covering his shaking fingers.

“it can’t be.” he says to himself, mind drifting to his weekend.

they were all playing some stupid board game and maverick went straight for the male character, forcing goose to be the woman. it’s as it’s always been. his best friend didn’t push back, but instead gently chuckled, “he suits you, mav. maybe you’re destined to be a guy.”

the rest of the time, the group all referred to maverick as a man. they were joking, of course, poking fun at “mother” goose in equal measure. but, it made mav’s heart leap into his chest. it’s the same feeling he gets every time ice calls his name.

maverick’s elbows sit upon the sticky bar table, his shoulders hunched, chest minimized. it’s not a behavior he’s picked up on, but goose and ice have.

so, when he spotted maverick drowning in his own thoughts, completely curled over; he easily guessed what was on his mind.

“mav?” ice’s statement was far too quiet for maverick’s hazy mind to pick up on. instead, he slid his hand over maverick’s trembling.

maverick’s eyes snapped to ice’s, his fingers flexing under his gentle yet unwavering touch.

“ice?” he scans his blonde counterpart’s expression, searching for understanding.

“hey, man. you look really… off.”

man. every time ice talks to him, without fail, he uses some form of masc terminology; whether it be bro, dude, or man - he always makes a concerted effort to do so.

and maverick’s only just noticing.

“oh, no, just thinking. i’m fine.”

ice doesn’t buy it. he calls out maverick’s bullshit constantly, in the air and when he’s being a little shit. but this is different. far, far different. that troubled look in his eyes is something he’s only seen once before, and that was when maverick got so wasted he spoke about his father.

“mitchell, you’re a piss poor liar.”

he winces. sometimes, he forgets people genuinely understand and watch for his emotions.

“i can’t… i can’t talk about it with you, dude- i think, i think i’m fucked. fucked up. like, there’s something so goddamn wrong about me, i don’t know how to explain this without sounding fucking insane.”

ice’s fingers lace between mav’s. he’s never heard mitchell so shaken, his own heart is racing.

“breathe, mitchell. you can talk to me, i promise i won’t judge. no matter what you think it is that’s so wrong.”

“no, tom, you don’t understand. i could get fucking dishonorably discharged. i can’t- oh my god, i… what kind of woman…”

he’s trembling.

“maverick. baby, please, breathe.”

the endearment slips out before he can stop it. but lord, it doesn’t matter. not when maverick’s tears have escaped the confines of his eyes and dripped down his many-size too large t-shirt.

his watercolor eyes evade ice’s as the words spill from his lips, his tone pure terror.

“what kind of woman wants to be a man?”

AN:

it’s been like a year since i’ve written ANYTHING but jesus christ it’s been forever since i’ve hyper fixated like this AAHSJDOCPDKSKDLDL

i mean i now go to flight school because of these stupid movies and maverick is my biggest kin