#The Trenders choice

[updatemensalon]

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Copper Brown

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[lordprettyflackotara]

betrayed || masky

tw: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. abuse? masky beats the shit out of you, gun play for like five seconds, choking, hate sex, breeding, size kink

a/n: everyone do me a favor and pretend the plot to this isn’t kinda all over the place

“You fucking bitch!”

Masky’s voice was hoarse, his fist colliding with your nose once more. You had lost track of time of how long you’d been here, your head hanging as you gasped for air. The beating was one you could handle, Slenderman having trained you well, but the guilt Masky was attempting to make you feel was something you couldn’t have prepared for. “After all these years, you’re going to betray us? You’re going to leave? To do what? Work for Trenderman?!” He hissed. He stomped before you, gripping the handles of your wooden chair with his gloved hands. His eyes were cold and merciless, peering at you from behind the mask he refused to take off. Your hands were bound behind you, the chains rattling as you attempted to breath with them wrapped around your ribcage.

Trenderman had offered you a position at his mansion. You’d continue being a proxy, but you’d be under his management instead of Slender’s. The Trenderman mansion was a more poised and mindful group of creeps, his proxies the same way. Cat Hunter and Kate had been assigned to him first, them being gifts from Slender. However they lacked leadership. That’s where you came in. Slender had four proxies including you, Trenderman had two. You were the newest member. It only made sense to formally invite you to lead the duo. Trenderman was classy like that, he wasn’t going to force you to do anything. Plus it would make him even with his brother, something he knew Slenderman would understand.

However, Masky did not understand.

Masky had discovered your invitation, as well as your agreement scribbled on it. It enraged him, leading him to drag you into his hellish chambers. The proxies were not afraid to torture someone and you were no exception. Toby and Hoodie were unaware of your choice, but Masky’s interpretation was betrayal. “After everything i’ve done for you, you leave to go be an uppity proxy for the goddamn Trender mansion?!” Masky snarled. The brunette had saved you time and time again. Being a female proxy with some sanity left meant you were a target, constantly. On missions, to the creeps. He fought off all of them for you. “What’s he offering you huh? To be the group leader?” He questioned. You briefly managed to meet his gaze, before looking back down as you panted.

You were sure one of your ribs was cracked, if not at the very least bruised to hell. Masky didn’t know how to control his anger, you knew that. Thats why you didn’t tell him or anyone except for Slender. You knew Slenderman let his mansion residents do pretty much whatever they wanted, but he was bound to his word. You knew he wouldn’t talk. What you hadn’t accounted for was Masky’s snooping. He had gone into your room, searching for you to join him for training. An ominous red envelope sat on your dresser and Masky will admit it, he couldn’t resist the temptation to open it. His lack of will power landed you covered in sweat and blood, the light bulb that dimly illuminated the room flickering. “So that’s it. None of us matter, as long as you’re in a position of power,” He concluded. He swiftly turned around, grabbing his small wooden chair and chucking it against the concrete wall.

The wood shattered into chips, causing you to cringe at the loud noise. “After everything i’ve done for you. Do you think taking a stab wound from Candypop was easy? Huh? All because he looked at you funny?” Masky rambled. You managed to clear your throat, swallowing the remaining saliva and blood that occupied your mouth. “You’re a shit leader Masky. You handle all of your problems just like this. Hot headed and without logic,” You hissed. Masky glared at the floor below, bracing himself against the concrete wall. “Let’s face it. Without Hoodie you wouldn’t know how to do shit. You may be the muscle but he’s the brains. You’re not the leader, you’re the fucking puppet for the puppeteer!” You yelled, venom lacing your words. Masky turned toward you suddenly, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. “Dont forget what you are princess. You’re a proxy just like the rest of us. This isn’t a promotion. You’re still going to be a filthy slave just like the rest of us. Do you really think it’s smart to burn bridges with the people you’re going to spend entirety with?” Masky seethed.

You shuddered under the feeling of his gloves, the material rough as you boldly stared back at him. He noticed the slight shift in your facial expression, the way your willpower was cracking. He chuckled darkly, a sadistic grin spreading across his lips under his mask. “Cmon princess I thought you were smart. Don’t tell me you really thought you were climbing up the corporate ladder,” Masky said. You wanted better. You wanted something better for yourself. Trenderman’s mansion seemed like a way out. A way to have some sort of structure and honor, even if your freedom was stripped away. “Fuck you Masky. You’re just pissed your hard work hasn’t paid off,” You growled. The brunette stood up, glaring down at you. You could feel blood droplets still trickling down your nose, threatening to spill over your lips. Masky grabbed your face, wiping his gloved thumb over the crimson paint.

You hated how flustered his touch made you, his large hands for once demonstrating some form of compassion. You snapped out of your trance, cringing at his tough. “Dont touch me,” You snapped, jerking your head away from him. Masky gritted his teeth, before smacking you across the face. This time you could taste blood, the metallic flavor dancing across your tastebuds. You choked, gasping for air as you spat onto the floor. “You call yourself a proxy? Unchain me and fight me like a man you bastard!” You hissed. Truthfully you didn’t know how much damage you could inflict in your position. You expected your nose to be broken somehow, blunt force trauma causing your nose to become a faucet. Your ribs were fucked, your jaw was popped just almost out of its socket. You were also sweaty, tired, and hungry. However you knew without a shadow of a doubt Masky was taking it easy on you. You had been tasked to torture people together. You knew what the sick fuck could do.

“You wanna fight? Fine. Prove to me you deserve to be a leader,” Masky grumbled. He huffed behind you, undoing your shackles. The chain clanked to the floor, immediately relief washing over your bruised wrist. The minute you were free, you caught Masky off guard. You swiped around him, grabbing his gun that was tucked into his back waistband. You knew exactly where he kept it, you didn’t need any other attack. You pointed the gun directly at his temple, backing him against the wall. He slowly raised his hands, scrawling at you from behind the mask. “Pathetic. I expected more from you,” You spat. Forcefully you grabbed his mask off his face, revealing the hateful expression he wore proudly. “You betrayed us. You betrayed me,” Masky argued. You took the end of the gun, removing it from his temple and shoving it past his lips. “Open your mouth or i’ll break your teeth in,” You threatened. In an odd way you liked this, humiliating him like this. After how much he had put you through, putting the end of a gun in his mouth was the least you could get away with.

Masky stared wide eyed as he loosened his jaw, allowing the gun to go inside of his mouth. There was something about it, something erotic he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the danger that he knew his gun brought. Or the amount of blood that the weapon had produced. Or maybe it was the determined stare you were giving him, your eyebrows furrowed and face hardened. You were so cute like this, so angry. You were always feisty, Masky knew that was a character trait of yours long before you joined his little band of misfits. And honestly, with the blood dripping down your face and messy hair, he had never been more turned on his life. You picked up on the subtle body language changes Masky was making, the sight causing you to raise your furrowed eyebrows. His face was turning a light tint of pink. “What’s your problem?” You asked, genuinely confused. You glanced down, Masky’s boner visible through his jeans. “What the fuck-” You whispered. Masky used your shock to his advantage, swiftly flipping you both around.

He disarmed his gun from you, pinning you against the wall. Lazily he tossed the weapon aside, using his hands to corner you. “Enough games princess. Let’s face it. We’ve always had tension. It’s always been you and me. The late night car rides when we’re the only ones awake. The way we make each other coffee. I see the way you look at me. You can’t lie,” Masky hissed. He wedged his knee in between your thighs, rubbing up against your clothed cunt. “You wanna up and leave? You wanna leave me?” He asked. For a brief moment he looked upset, insulted even. “The real betrayal is not you trying to leave, it’s you trying to leave and act like there’s nothing between us princess,” He snarled. His face hardened once more, your core beginning to throb from the pressure his knee was providing. “Please, just let me have a taste of heaven once,” He mumbled lowly. You stared up at him, grabbing handfuls of his jacket. You pulled him towards you, pressing your blood stained lips against his. His lips were rough against yours, desperate and hungry.

How long had he waited for this? To grab your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You both were like feral animals, tearing at each other clothes. “Someone’s eager, hmm?” Masky teased, relieved to see you match his energy. You pushed him, forcing to sit down in the chair you once sat in. You straddled his hips, rolling them against his aching cock. “Fucking hell princess, you’re killing me here,” Masky groaned. His large hands gripped your ass, squeezing it harshly. Your shirt was long discarded, your hands beginning to fiddle with the clip of your bra. “Please, allow me,” Masky grinned, reaching around and unclipping your bra in a swift motion. He began peppering kisses against your chest, your hips continuing to roll against his. “I didn’t think you’d even know what a bra was, you’re such a virgin,” You smirked, tilting your head back. Masky began sucking at your breast, purposefully missing your exposed hardened nipples. He was littering your skin with marks, his chocolate eyes never straying from yours. He released your skin with a pop, his lips a darker pink. “I don’t fuck like one, but you’ll find that out first hand,” He argued.

Finally he brought your left nipple to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He had waited so long to hear that mouth of yours moan his name, your head tilted back and his name falling off of your tongue. You were soaking through your panties, the dampness forming a wet spot through your shorts and onto Masky’s jeans. “Fuck, Masky,” You whined, his tongue swirling around your nipple. He grunted as he grabbed you, throwing you onto the hard concrete floor before crawling on top of you. “You’re such an inconsiderate asshole,” You gritted through your teeth, lifting your hips to help him remove your shorts. Masky tossed them aside carelessly, before undoing his belt. The sound of clinking metal sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. “Funny, coming from the traitor,” He huffed. He shoved down his jeans and boxers, his hard cock visibly twitching as Masky eyed your cunt. He leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear as the concrete pricked at your bare back. “In all my fantasies i’ve eaten you out for hours, made you squirm beneath me and beg for more. But if i’m being honest with myself, your betrayal has never made me want to fuck you more. I’m not going to wait,” Masky whispered.

His teeth grazed your earlobe, causing you to shiver as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your swollen sex. You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Brace yourself princess,” He grumbled, before abruptly shoving himself inside of you. You gasped, your eyes wide and staring at the flickering lightbulb above as he split you in half. Your nails dug into his back, the sharp pain making him grit his teeth. “You can take it. I know you can,” He grunted, pushing himself in further. Your gummy walls were clinging to him, milking his cock in further even as you struggled to take him. Your body was screaming in an odd mixture of pain and pleasure, Masky’s lips pecking sloppy kisses against your ear and down to your neck. “I fucking hate you Masky. I always have. I hate the way you make me feel,” You confessed. You screwed your eyes shut as your body began to relax, Masky’s lips not letting up for a second. “You wanna know why i’m transferring to Trender’s? I refuse to fall in love with you. You sick twisted fuck,” You admitted, your last insult turning into a groan as Masky bottomed out inside of you. He lifted himself, just enough to where he was hovering over you. “I hate you too princess. But don’t lie to yourself. I feel the way you’re squeezing me. It’s a little too late for that,” Masky barked, before slowly moving his hips.

You moaned as he began to snap his hips into yours, your legs wrapping around his waist. His gloved hand came to your throat, viscously beginning to choke you. You gasped, your moans becoming restricted as he fucked you. “You’re such a fucking whore. You know that? Those little shorts you wear on missions. You think i’m the only one who noticed?” Masky rambled. His anger fueled his thrust, his cock abusing your g spot with each thrust. He choked you harder, your groans becoming choked sounds as he plowed into you. “Toby jerks off to you behind closed doors. Did you know that? And Hoodie has secretly recorded you showering so many times I can’t recall how many of those shitty cameras i’ve destroyed,” Masky continued, His eyes were full of darkness and rage, staring down at you intimidatingly. Your nails sank deeper into his back, Masky’s cock twitching at the sensation. He began to fuck you harder, releasing your throat and relishing in the sight of you gasping for air. “You’re never gonna forget me, i’m not going to let you,” Masky grumbled. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, listening to you mercilessly moan his name. It was the sweetest mantra he had ever heard and he attempted to ingrain it into his memory as he fucked you.

“I’m gonna fill you to the fuckin brim with my cum. You wanna play games? You’ll never get rid of me. I’ll leave you with a kid that looks just like me,” Masky groaned. Your walls squeezed his tighter, a sadistic smirk forming across his lips. “Oh you like that you sick little slut? Being bred by me? Why didn’t you just say so?” He questioned mockingly. You could feel your own orgasm approaching quickly, his filthy words making you come closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. “Masky, please, so close,” You whined, your fingers now entangling themselves with his thick brown hair. Masky rewrapped his fingers around your throat, pushing you down further against the pavement as he grunted into your neck. This was humiliating and borderline disgusting, yet you were on a high not even Slenderman himself could ruin. Your orgasm was sudden, Masky’s thrust not halting for a second as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your brain didn’t have time to process anything, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your walls milked Masky to his own high. Your name fell off of his lips as he came buried inside of you, both of you panting messes as his seed painted your inner walls.

“I think I may stay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

[anarcowboy]

Ultimately, exclusion and label policing and pointing out "trenders" comes from the person's own deep-seated misery. Cis people will look at trans people and say we are doing it for perverted reasons or depraved reasons--a display of their own discomfort with their roles and presentation and expectations. So many cis people all but say with their words, "why should you get to do this when I can't?"

My dad once tried to talk me out of being trans by saying that "everyone" wishes they were another gender sometimes. Either that's not true and reflects his own trans-adjacent struggle, or vast swaths of cis people truly are rolling around in abject misery unable to be who they want.

Trans people look at other trans people getting procedures and being read how they want to be read and decide that being cis-looking is conformity and ultimately not-radical. The very thing they want and can't have, that is hidden behind paywalls and barred by societal bouncers to them and somehow isn't transformative anymore when someone else gets it?

Trans people will look at other trans people who don't get procedures and don't get read how they want and decide that being nonconforming is taking the easy route. How dare you make peace with a life I could never stand to live, that makes it seem like all my efforts were for nothing. You trender. You fetishist. You freak.

No one who is comfortable where they are directs such anger at other people just struggling to be themselves. You would not lash out so violently against people who were you, who you can't be, who you want to be, if you were secure in your own identity.

I have been that person. People who want to be cis-passing stealth are not the problem. People who don't want to pass are not the problem. People who get surgeries I wouldn't are not the problem. People who won't get the surgeries I've had aren't the problem. People who go by weird pronouns or labels or call themselves silly things are not the problem.

Respectable productive attractive "fully" transitioned trans people are still killed for being trans. Not because of 15 year olds named Sock. And Sock getting kicked out wouldn't have stopped if it looked like a gorgeous young girl rather than a deeply depressed boy.

You are not a bigger target nor granted a pass for your misery, and you are not a bigger target nor granted a pass for finding happiness.

The only threat to the trans community from within is those trying to push our siblings into the margins.

No one transitioning for sex reasons is a threat when you find yourself sexier after transition. No one transitioning for clout is a threat when you find your true friends and come into your own when you transition. No one is transitioning for power when you realize there are no powerful trans people writing these laws, running our governments, and monopolizing the mentality of healthcare.

No one else's bodily autonomy is a threat to you. Choices about your self are not a threat, losing your choice is the threat.

Do not be the threat to others.

Let people be who they are.

Be who you are. And blame the right people who stop you.

[your-queer-dad]

Hi! (Not calling you "dad" because I have trauma from an older guy forcing me to call him "Daddy".) I have a bit of a situation...How do I navigate this? For the last several years, I have been "best friends" with someone who is pretty much a HUGE part of the trans/LGBT community and fight for rights in our area. She herself is a trans woman. It's in quotes because the longer I know her, the more red flags and toxic traits seem to bubble up and that is someone you normally wouldn't see as a best friend. BUT I cannot end the friendship or call her out on it as she could easily have me disallowed from LGBT events throughout our entire area. It started pretty early on; she basically refused to see me as a man (I am closeted trans masc/male) in public because "I have made no effort to come out or LOOK like a man!". I am closeted because our area/my family tend to be very unsafe for trans folks and I cannot afford to move out of my parents' house right now. That progressed to her calling me "trans-trender" because I don't feel dysphoria, intend on being super femme even after I am able to transition, and don't want bottom surgery. (Top surgery and a hysto would be perfect for me.) From there, she's constantly going on about how trans men/masc folks are gross because we bleed every month and how trans femme/women who don't get bottom surgery are undeserving of support and are "gross and undesirable". (For what it's worth, I met her when she was still living as a man and always supported and loved her fully. She forgets she didn't just magically transition over-night...) But lately, it's reached a point that I don't think she could redeem herself in my heart anymore. (I am so used to being abused that her previously mentioned behaviors don't hurt as much as they should.) I met a really amazing person (also trans masc) and we have become inseparable and, during one of our more intimate chats, they came out to me as intersex which lead to a longer, more in-depth conversation about their body/identity which ended with me giving them links to things for support that I knew of but of course, I am not intersex so there's not much I could offer. So, I went to my so-called "friend" and asked her for some resources in the bigger cities since my other friend recently relocated for work. I have regretted that choice since... She launched into a whole thing about how "intersex people are being greedy by also being trans" and then DEFENDED the surgeries done on many intersex babies "because it doesn't happen THAT much and besides, the parents have to consent to it so it's not like it's a dirty little secret!" She's been stuck on that for a couple days which concerns me deeply because usually she "Drops it" after a couple hours. I am sorry for the ramble but this is running through my brain like a train and I just needed to put my thoughts out there. Posting anonymously just in case she sees this.

Hey kiddo, please don't apologise it's okay. I'm always here to listen and give support where I can. She sounds like a really hard friend to be around and I don't blame you for feeling uncomfortable with that. She completely ignored and invalidated yours and your friend's gender identity, that isn't fair even if she is trans herself. I'm so sorry kiddo. 🫂🫂🫂

- dad x

[madeofvoid]

Convinced a long time friend of mine to stop waiting and get her HRT. She took her first dose today and noticed a change in her mood instantly.

It may take months or years for you to notice the effects, but don't use that as an excuse. Its never too late. Sunken cost is a fallacy for a reason.

If you often find yourself contemplating "being the girl" in any situation, idc if its smutty or sfw, its because you probably are. Cis people don't do that. Don't wait, being a bystander to your own pain and discomfort is violence unto oneself. Go fucking get it. Just do it, I swear it makes a difference. It's hard, yes, but it'd be no easier to live in pain.

Also, generally ignore the TERFs. I've seen them honestly debate if Joanne Kathleen Rowling is cis herself. They're unreliable narrators at best and delusional by default. (Protip: Dissenters may floss with razor wire at earliest opportunity.)

Odds are you won't regret it. More people regret knee replacement or cancer removal surgeries than starting hrt. Trans-trenderism is a fallacy rooted in selection bias. Inertia was a real phenomenon before it had a name.

Don't want top surgery? Aight dont get it. Don't want bottom surgery? Aight dont get it. Gender euphoria is about you and what makes you happy. (Protip: cis chasers are for one night stands only. Wear gloves.)

Family doesn't agree? Forget about them, they only care about the idea of you in their minds. Make friends, form bonds of choice because those will always be stronger than bonds of force. (Protip: the full quote reads "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.")

Religion in the way? You should probably second guess that, anyway. Any doctrine which boils down to "bro just trust me" should be discarded. There are plenty more gods you can worship who view you as sacred. (Protip: There are explicit records of the sumerian deity Ishtar having transfem priestesses dating back to c~ 2000 B.C.E. Look it up.)

Too expensive/cant get an appt? r/DiYHRT exists. If not there, then there are comprehensive guides on 4chan's /lgbt/ board.

In a state where it's banned? See above. Move if you're able. If not, just fucking lie on your medical documentation. Get a P.O. box somewhere as an address and use that on medical records. With telehealth appointments and the proliferation of MyChart, it's stupidly easy to get treatment from a doctor and never have to see them. (Protip: this is legal and will likely remain that way for corporate interests. Abuse the system.)

Tl;DR - GET THE FUCKING HRT STOP WAITING TRANSFEM OR TRANSMASC OR TRANS NON BINARY JUST GO FOR IT THIS IS YOUR SIGN FFFUCKING DO IT.

p.s. any terfs found on the premises will be dealt with in accordance with the second ammendment. you've been warned. goodnight.

-nora

[shaftking]

If people want to take care and use what they've got they should just detransition. No normal trans person wants a rapestick or stinkditch and I'm tired of trenders invadi g transsex spaces,

Dude first of all it’s just really gross to talk about other peoples genitals like that.

Even if someone genuinely has bottom dysphoria there’s a number of reasons why someone wouldn’t want bottom surgery and it’s normal to want a sex life as an adult. I’m pretty sure the average trans person doesn’t get full vaginaplasty or phalloplasty anyways, so, again, sometimes you just use what you have and it’s not that complicated.

It’s not grounds for whole turkey detransitioning if a person keeps their agab genitals or uses them as they see fit. Bottom surgery is an intense process that a lot of people can’t afford, aren’t satisfied with the current iteration despite medical advances, or doesn’t want to risk the complications. It’s not that hard to have a little empathy for people with a medical condition trying to make the best of their situation and make what they believe are the best choices to medically address it.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

how did you go from "dysphoria is a real and valid disorder" to full on terf mode. like. whats up with that. who hurt you.

I'm not even remotely a radical feminist so right off the bat you're using that term wrong.

And gender dysphoria is real. It's a mental illness that makes people think they're a different gender than the one they were born as. Just like species dysphoria is a mental illness that makes people think they're a different species than the one they were born as. The only difference between the two is that one is treated like the disorder it is and the other is treated as if it's a normal thing like being born with red hair or blue eyes. And that's just with the people who admit you need dysphoria to be trans. The TRAs and the trenders will have you believe that gender is both a choice and based on easily identifiable social traits like what color you like or what clothes you want to wear. But only when those traits make someone trans. A little girl wanting to play with dolls and wear dresses is seen as femininity being "forced" on her while a little boy wanting to wear a dress is seen as incontrovertible proof that he is really a girl. Sorry if pointing out the massive, harmful flaws in modern gender ideology is too "terf" like for you.

[mueritos]

Goddddd I'm transmasc, but I'm terrified of actually coming out because I actually like my "female figure", if that makes sense. It seems like I was fed so much transmed and terf-y ideals when I was younger that now I can't feel okay with identifying as trans without hating my body. I want to be perceived more masculine, but I also feel like what I'm comfortable with using (pronouns, even though I use mostly neutral ones, traditionally fem or masc clothes, etc) shifts overtime, and I don't want to be defending the labels that I use all the time, especially because I don't want to do top or bottom surgery, or start T (lots of people, mostly online, have told me to just call myself genderfluid, but I don't feel comfortable with that, and I'm scared of being called a trender or something)

I'm sorry for the ramble but I'm so sick of this, maybe this is silly or maybe I'm being completely unreasonable, I don't know anymore. Maybe I shouldn't be worried about how others perceive me like that, but idk. You can ignore this, but I'd also like to hear your two cents on this if you'd be comfortable with it

hey friend :) theres absolutely nothing wrong with how youre feeling or how you want to shape your body and identity. lots of trans people don't medically transition for all sorts of reasons, whether because of lack of access or because they dont want to. while I do think the community that is entrenched in colonialist ideas of transmedicalism are a minority (many are very baby trans people or have aged out of transmedicalist ideas), it is a very real threat in the sense that unfortunate movements have a way of ebbing and flowing into popularity.

that being said, there are SO many trans people open and willing and happy to accept you into the community. it is not your fault many people will incorrectly expect you to conform to certain expectations of gender. a large part of freeing yourself from these expectations is choosing a community that walks alongside you, not one that gawks at you. at the same time, we are forced to conform in certain contexts to maintain safety and access to resources. this forceful conformation is not your fault either. people will forever make assumptions about you, but it is your choice on whether or not you will continue choosing your freedom. this is not fucking easy of course when you exist under white supremacist systems.

youre also allowed to love parts of yourself others may not like about themselves. its not ur problem they feel those feelings. ive had strange comments thrown my way when I discuss how i experience connection and pleasure with my body, sometimes from other trans people. once you start realizing people are coming at you with their own baggage, it becomes a little easier to free yourself from their burdens. again, this isnt very easy when youre marginalized and expected a lot, some of those expectations being you people please.

only you have the clearest image of who you want to be. take baby steps, build your confidence, and find your people. you'd be surprised what a small yet understanding community can do for your confidence.

anyway, i wish u luck ^-^ feel free to message me again if you'd like more thoughts or want to vent. you're allowed to be sick of this, forever and always, but invest in yourself and your communities.

[dadumtss]

How would the slenders react if they were cheated on?

So You’ve Decided To Cheat on the Slender Brothers

Not a smart move. Let’s see how they react. C.W. for some very Yandere behavior. 

Slender

Willow would never

Cold Rage. 

He finds out and he’s furious, but there won’t be any huge argument or loud, dramatic confrontation. 

He tells you that he knows when the two of you are alone. He appears completely collected and untroubled but you know he’s mad because the lights are flickering, there’s an oppressive weight in your mind and you’re starting to feel sick.

He approaches you slowly, the lights dimming ominously as his hand reaches towards your neck...

Perhaps he kills you quickly as a mercy for the relationship you once had, perhaps he’s too angry and it’s slow and excruciating as he works out his frustration on your writhing form. It’s a toss up. 

If anyone else in the public knows he makes an example of you, stringing up your and your other partner’s remains in creative ways as a sign to others what happens when he’s crossed. If no one else knows about the affair you and your other partner disappear. No one knows where you’ve gone but everyone is afraid to even speculate on it. 

If he ever feels a pain in his heart about losing you he pushes down the feeling. He doesn’t speak of you anymore and no one asks. 

Trender 

He’s hurt and he can only express it as anger. 

First by himself in his sewing room, breaking and throwing everything he can get his hands on. He yells and screams and cries in the privacy of his room but once he leaves those walls he’s much calmer. 

You can still see the anger on his featureless face when you meet. He’s hissing his words and he’s accusatory and terse but he never yells. 

He asks you why but he doesn’t want to know the answer. You tell him why and it’s the wrong choice. 

He takes a breath and seems to calm. 

He’s decided to turn you into one of his mannequins. 

The process is excruciating. Even he doesn’t know if the mannequins retain awareness or if they die and he doesn’t particularly care. 

He tries to treat you as just another mannequin in his sewing room but seeing you brings back the memories of your relationship and the betrayal and he can’t concentrate on dressing you up. 

In a fit of rage he flings you to a corner of the room, and you crumple like the doll you’ve become. 

That’s where you stay for the rest of your days, collecting dust in the corner of his sewing room as you watch him slowly get over your betrayal and eventually forget about you. 

Splendor 

It absolutely breaks his heart. 

He’s a crying mess for a long time. 

He’s almost apologetic when he brings it up with you. He wants to know why. Was it something he did? Was it something he could change? How could you do this? 

He tries to make it work after he finds out but his trust is broken and the betrayal hurts too much and he’s not himself because all he feels when he sees you is sadness. 

You go your separate ways and he wants the best for you but it’s so hard not having you with him. 

His brothers notice the change in him and offer him comfort. 

Splendor wants you to live a long and happy life without him so he doesn’t keep in contact with you. 

So, he doesn’t notice when you disappear. 

His brothers didn’t appreciate how you treated Splendor. 

They don’t make your death painless. 

Offender

You had sex with someone other than him?

Congrats!

Offender certainly hasn’t been exclusive with you and doesn’t particularly care if you’re exclusive with him. 

You wanna trade sex stories? 

[trans-wojak]

Hello! I find your posts interesting and I'm a transmed myself, so I wanted to bring up something I've noticed about tucutes and the non-binary labels.

As we all know, cisgender transphobes claim being trans is a choice. But what happened to more people being offended by this statement?

Due to new mainstream media with tucutes and non-binary labels populating and taking over actual trans spaces, more people now think gender is a choice, because of tucutes. If people can acknowledge that transphobes think gender is a choice, then why can't people see past the non-binary façade and the tucute ideology spitting the same theme? Tucutes have the same beliefs as the oppressors, and their appearance in mainstream media lures cis people into thinking they're trans and stretching the 'being trans is a choice' theme, while also bringing more hate to the community because of their appearance.

Tucutes are our oppressors in disguise as the oppressed. Their whole non-binary scheme is to keep them in the community to try fitting in while breaking off actual transsexuals. They're on a mission to make LGBT labels infinite and meaningless, taking over certain spaces- trans, lesbian, etc. All the while indoctrinating people that don't have a mind of their own and guilt tripping people into believing them. They're confused, and they're confusing others. The future is headed in the wrong direction with their plotting.

I as a Gen Z notice how the ideology of tucutes is to rebel and express their spite for social norms while feeling unique. They 'reclaim' slurs that aren't meant for them to feel like they're winning against their enemies. And they take over on TikTok and act like they were victims of their past transmed ideology. Saying transmed ideology made them dysphoric. If they need certain ideology to be dysphoric and another ideology makes them not feel dysphoric, then visibly they're contradictory, and therefore trenders.

Yes this exactly true, nonbinary and transphobes share the same belief system; that trans healthcare is just cosmetic body modification and not a medical need, they just believe in diff results: one believes it should be banned indefinitely, the other thinks it should be freely handed out to anyone who wants it.

They think gender dysphoria is socially created, just like transphobes. That you can just use mental gymnastics to ignore the male gender is associated with having male sexual characteristics in biology, it’s not a made up social concept and no amount of “you are valid as a man even if you are entirely female!” will magically change the fact the human brain sees sexual characteristics as either male or female even without socialisation.

Fence sitters now accuse transsexuals of being wrong for wanting to alter our sex and NOT just using stupid terms like “I identify as”. Like, non binary isn’t even gender non conforming majority of the time.

It’s confused many transsexual men and women into thinking if they don’t fit gender roles, they aren’t real men or women. It’s confused butch lesbians into thinking because they aren’t subscribing to gender roles and like the same sex, they mustn’t be real women. Like talk about non binary being the new third sexist gender role lmao.

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Yandere Trenderman x mannequin reader

This is based of a story I read but can find anymore so if you find it please send it to me so I can give credit to the maker. Also I don’t know much about trenderman so it may seem a little OOC

For two years I sat in the corner collecting dust all while he looked away from me. I regret nothing that I did, cheating on him, why you may ask it was because he was to clingy and I though that was the only was out. Of course it hurt when he turned me into a mannequin, the most painful thing I ever experienced but I waited, I learned his routine and when he was out I would make my move. I knew he would be gone for the day and after an hour of him leaving I stood up. My joints creaked as I did not move for a long time and I moved to the door opening it and closing once out.

I don’t know how long I was walking but when I spotted a moving company truck with a clothing store logo on it I knew I had a chance to leave this place. Sneaking in the truck I spot a paper and pen I Wright on it ‘ Meet (y/n) they are a jointed mannequin so you can pose them anyway you want, but make sure they are taken care for’ I stick the paper on me, the truck started moving and I just wait.

When Trender returned home he went to his office but the usually warm room was almost ice cold and he shivered looking around he found nothing missing that was until he looked to the corner where all he found was dust around the shape of a person.

”I am so glad we got that mannequin (y/n) was it” a boss said to there employee “ More people have been coming in because of them” said mannequin was in the front stand right where the people would enter and they are what people first see when they glanced in. “Also a new mannequin just came, just get them dressed and ready for display” the employee grumbled before shuffling away to the back room to do what they where told and a few moments later the employee come back struggling to drag the other mannequin up before setting them up next to me. ‘Oh no’ I thought at the outfit and glasses on the mannequin looked familiar, I was staring at him and I think he was staring at me, but I could not tell, we both don’t have eyes.

At night after the employees locked up the store, I hop down and almost run away from Trender but I didn’t get far before I felt a hand grab my wrist. I turn around to face him “ Let go” I hissed venom in my voice, he then put his free hand on my cheek rubbing it. I slap it way “ what are you doing here” I ask glaring my non existent eyes and frowning my non existent mouth. “ I missed you” he replys grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him, bumping into his chest I pull away “didn’t you throw me into a corner for 2 years” he then got down on his knees “my dear (y/n) will you be mine again” I stared at him shocked “NO” I yelled stumbling backwards “but my dear you don’t have a choice” he replied walking towards me “God this is why I cheated on you” I state making him freeze “you where and are so possessive I could barely breath, and when I do manage to leave you have to come and ruin it for me and now I have to leave. Because. Of. You” I add poking his chest, and he was quiet for a bit before he suddenly grabbed my face, forcing a kiss from me and for a few seconds I was stunned, he pulled away “I don’t care what you did in the past, I need you in my life now we can be together have a happy family and you won’t ever leave me. Ever” his face had a dark look on them, tendrils coming out of his back one picking me up, I wiggle trying to get out of the grasp “ Now dear why don’t we go back home”

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/731349908507017216/httpswwwtumblrcomolderthannetfic730252189658 All transmedicalists are assholes, though, even if they aren't the same kind of asshole. I'm just gonna explain why this is a dangerous way of thinking. 1st of all, I was never involved in this discourse, only watched it from the outside. It took me till way later to get some 1st hand accounts abt this discourse between tscum and tcute. You wanna know why this is dangerous? Because so many people got thrown in the crossfire of two extreme edges of the trans experience, and in the end it was the completely normal average trans people living their life who got their figurative teeth kicked in. Just people living their life and who weren't even on a side, but experiencing their own trans life. For the tcutes crossfire: Trans people who were fine just being socially transitioned, or didn't actively seek out certain treatments got called fakers and were treated as trenders. People who said they didn't feel dysphoria, or not in the same degree as some other trans people, but were still supportive of their trans dysphoric and medically transitioning trans friends and brethren got harassed and talked shit about. If they mentioned their economic status in any way, poor or rich, someone would call that out, same with any mention of just For tscum/transmedicalist crossfire: Trans people who were medically, hormonally, surgically transitioning, and who were open about strong feelings of dysphoria got harassed for "gatekeeping" being trans just because they were going through with transitioning. Trans people who spoke about their dysphoria experience or spoke about the medical steps they took got shit for being "privileged" because they wanted to transition completely. There were even people who called transitioning trans people traitors and attempting to betray the trans community because they were trying to be "cis". Trans people who just like previously said, were just supporting their friends be those actively transitioning or not got caught in this dumb battle because they were making choices only aimed at their own experience. Trans people at that time really seem to have been on losing sides regardless, because their entire life was turned into some weird accusation of betrayal of one side, even if they had no idea what was going on. It seems that these terms were literally just thrown at trans people based on how they existed even if they weren't even part of any of that discourse. I have one trans friend who got called tscum and tcute at the same time because she had the "wrong" opinions for either side, so she must be part of the other. Saying "All transmedicalists are assholes, though, even if they aren't the same kind of asshole." is just so narrow because the definition of that word doesn't just cover "the assholes" just like "tucute" doesn't just cover the assholes, they are terms that were used to attack, harrass and also abuse trans people just minding their own fucking business, while random assholes were slinging shit at each other, and decided to go full scorched earth at any trans person in a move of "either you're on my side, or against me."

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[transenbyconfessions]

I’m genderfluid I think and afab and it really really sucks. You never realize how much gender and sexuality and stuff isn’t a choice until you’re so unmistakably one thing and you wish more than anything you were something else. I have a fair amount of internalized transphobia in me that I’m working though but to a younger baby trans me that brought other people down to feel valid, genderfluid people always seemed like “trenders” (I hate that word so much ew) and as much as I don’t believe that it still can be a bit of a knee jerk response. But slowly ive notice I get really dysphoric and masc some days and super femme on others and every time it shifts I feel like it’s only that one thing and I’ll be like that forever. When I’m masc I will literally start planning my Im your Son coming out speech to my parents and wear exclusively cargo shorts for months, but then when I’m femme I wear exclusively crop tops and try growing my hair out and planning for what it’s gonna be like when it’s long. And I stay in one phase for months. Which brings me to now. I’ve been super masc presenting for almost a year now. To the point where I’ve told multiple people I was trans because that’s just how I’ve been identifying. But now it’s shifted again. I’ve started identifying as a girl more again and to be honest I’m really really confident about my gender identity and idk if it’s because being cis is easier or if it’s because maybe I wasn’t trans in the first place and i know that that indecision is what makes me genderfluid and i hate it. I wish more than anything the pendulum would just stop swinging so I can be myself because right now I don’t know who that is

Submitted April 30, 2023

[transandrophobiatruther]

I don’t know who else to tell this to but I’m nonbinary and AFAB but I feel like I’m lying because I still present traditionally “feminine”. I’m always worried I’m not nonbinary enough…as if I’m trying to collect oppression points by being a “trender” or something even though I wish more than anything to just be nonbinary…

Hey there!

I'm taking a break from this blog for a while but I didn't want this to go unanswered.

I'm really sorry you're feeling that way, anon. It's a feeling I can relate to deeply - when I first came out 8-9 years ago I wanted to keep wearing jewelry and a lot of my "feminine" clothes and such and it made me feel like I wasn't a real guy because of it, and I feared maybe I was just pretending for attention. My then girlfriend, who happens to still be a very close friend of mine today, offered me this valuable piece of advice:

Who cares if you wind up being cis? If it makes you happy and comfortable now, embrace it. And if you're still identifying as trans in ten years, you figured yourself out, and if you're identifying as cis in ten years, you've figured out what doesn't work for you.

If you want to be non binary then congrats, you're non binary. And if that changes down the road - either because you wind up finding a different label or because you wind up being cis, then you've figured out a part of your identity and can say what doesn't work for you. And if being non binary makes you happy now then that's all that matters.

We've created a strict binary that plays by strange rules, and being non binary puts you in this awkward position because people want to condemn you for any choice you make. You're afab and like feminine things? You must really be a girl! You like masculine things? Are you sure you're not a trans man? There's this expectation that you have to be androgynous and it's completely bullshit. You don't have to denounce femininity or give up the things you grew up loving in order to prove yourself.

And again, 8-9 years ago I feared that maybe I was just identifying as trans man for attention, and now years later I'm even more confident in my identity and content as a man. So don't let that fear deter you, and don't let other people dictate your life or your interests.

You're non binary because you say you are. You have nothing to prove.

[poet-trenderman]

**Magics you into a kid** (past slender self or you but just little, your choice) (all feel free to ignore)

W-

(Small child Trender will speak like this)

...Splendor?.. Where'd you go? C'mon, this isn't funny!