important note to cis artists: please do not draw trans characters or genderqueer characters wearing ace bandages to bind. just don’t do it. not only does this make it seem like it’s okay to wear them (because it’s extremely dangerous to wear them and in no way safe) but it also just kind of shows how little you know/how little you care about the influence of art. if you make it seem like it’s okay there are bound to be people who will stumble upon it and think that it’s safe and will try it because it was depicted in such a positive way. just don’t do it. just don’t

Ok. New transman!Dave headcanon.
When Dave came out to Bro and asked Bro to take down any pictures of Dave when he was little because he didn’t like seeing himself as a girl, Bro was upset because he loved all of those memories and stuff, so Bro bought photoshop and learned how to use it and one day Dave came home to see himself as a boy for his whole life and started crying and he hugged Bro and didn’t let go for like ten minutes.

i cant stop thinking about dmab nb rose

rose never feeling like a “boy” so they let their hair grow long and their mom doesn’t care because that’s how she is

rose choosing their new name because it’s the most stereotypically feminine thing they can think of at the time, it’s a flower, it’s the sort of name used idly for princesses in storybooks and they’re not sure they’re a girl either but they just so desperately want everyone to stop seeing them as male

rose getting into the occult and reading about eldritch beasts and ancient gods because they’re just like them, ancient, undefinable, and they can relate to them more than to the characters in books for children their age anyway, with their gender roles and stereotypes, and maybe one day they’ll get good enough at this stuff that they’ll be able to summon one of those ancient things to take them away or at least turn them into something that looks less like a “little boy” (bonus if it looks more like an abomination from the pits of the deep)

rose chopping their hair off again when they’re 11 and bleaching it from muddy brown to nearly white with chemicals far too harsh in a fit of rage and disgust at how the world sees them, then looking in the mirror and crying because fuck, they look like a boy again and they can’t go to school like this because the other kids teased them before but now they WON’T because rose looks how they think they’re SUPPOSED to and that’s WORSE

so they pinch their mother’s makeup and apply it clumsily in the half-light of their bedroom at 5am, too much eyeliner and too-dark lipstick but they like it because it makes them look like something else and they feel again ancient and horrifying and undefinable, and place an alice band in their hair just before leaving, daring anyone to fuck with their new hairstyle 

after about a week their mother silently buys them new makeup and leaves it in their room along with a few outfits she thinks rose might like, and begrudgingly a couple of gift cards because no matter how much she wishes her child would accept her help she knows those black dresses will remain in the back of rose’s closet for years even if they go out and buy the exact same things themself

rose draping themself in black leather and fishnets like oil in dark water because it’s better to be called a goth and a freak for that than a boy, and when your eyes can tell someone with a glance that if they say ANYTHING ELSE you won’t hesitate to raise something horrid and snarling up from the dark places and set it out for blood it’s a bit easier to face the ones who teased you and pulled your hair for being just a bit longer than theirs

rose meeting the other beta kids and not correcting them when they assume rose is a girl because they might as well be, in the same way they also might as well be something dark and disturbing with too many tentacles and teeth, and rose hasn’t really found a pronoun that can account for how they feel anyway so they just start using she to avoid explaining the void of their gender to the others for a little while. by the time they all meet in person in the game rose has slid a bit out of her disguise and all the others know about her gender by now and it hardly even seems to matter any more… she still wears lipstick like a starless night and an oil slick because that’s who she is now, that’s who she’s become, and even though it started out as a defense mechanism, when she leaves black marks on her vampire girlfriend’s neck and realizes that it’s okay now, these people accept her no matter what flickers of confusion she feels inside sometimes, this ragtag, broken family they’ve assembled through the bonds of seeing eachother die love her, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

dmab nonbinary rose

i love transman headcanons for dave strider

i love supportive bro buying dave binders and giving him haircuts

i love no one knowing dave is trans

i love bro and dave shopping together and bro giving the clerk who suggested the ladies section the fiercest glare in the history of ever

i love bro being proud of dave and calling him little bro and dave almost crying because hearing that makes him so happy

i love transman headcanons for dave strider

they are my lifeblood