#trender

[superperfectneo]

transmeds must consider this: who does it benefit to push the narrative that being transgender is a "condition" that can be "treated"? hint: not trans ppl

[tboyemo]

Hate that there are seen as only 2 camps of trans ppl, those who hate being trans and those who love being trans. Like sure there are people who have nothing but hate for their trans experience and people who only love it but making something so polarised that is fairly nuanced is stupid. So many ppl both love and hate being trans simultaneously, some people feel neutrally about it. I love and hate different elements of being trans. No more toxic positivity ("everyone must love every element of being trans") or negativity ("you are a trender unless you hate being trans")

[threaddle]

Trenderman Headcanons...

This is a headcanon story about a character. I do NOT own the character. This information is based on the article https://creepypastafiles.fandom.com/wiki/Trenderman, but it does contain headcanon.

Faceless (Slender Creature). His only facial features are eyebrows. Height: 2.8 m (9.19 ft) Age: Over 4,300 years old

Wears glasses (he says they add style).

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Occupation: Couturier and designer. Owns his own boutique studio. Creates mannequins from the skin of people he considers "out of fashion."

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Style preferences: Exclusively handmade suits (made by himself).

A Trenderman is a fashion connoisseur who prefers exclusively 1950s and 1960s styles. This is reflected in his wearing exquisitely tailored suits, often in muted or classic colors such as stripes, checks, or houndstooth, paired with crisp shirts and perfectly knotted ties. His clothes are always impeccable, meticulously pressed, and reflect the clean lines and refined silhouettes of mid-20th-century haute couture. He has an utter disdain for modern casual wear.

Hates Crocs

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Personality Traits:

Obsession with fashion and aesthetics: This is Trenderman's defining trait. He lives and breathes style, considering it the ultimate measure of value.

Arrogant: His attention to his own style and his critical attitude toward the fashion choices of others betray a deep-seated vanity and an almost pathological sense of superiority. He considers himself the unquestionable authority on matters of good taste.

Pedantic and Perfectionist: As a tailor, he is incredibly precise and attentive to detail. This applies to both his appearance and the execution of his macabre "art."

Ruthless and Cruel: His practice of crafting mannequins from the skin of those he deems "unfashionable" demonstrates an extreme and chilling disregard for human life and a disturbing sense of justice based solely on aesthetics. Judgmental: He is quick to find fault with anyone's clothing that lacks elegance, and often expresses his disapproval through subtle gestures or an icy stare.

[ectogloom]

personal ship art in between comms,, i couldnt get them out my head ooughh

[hornetsforrealjustice]

JUSTICE FOR MOD TIM

Just stop it. Mod Tim was a Tucute Trender, and a Snowflake AND a feminist. He doesn't belong here.

~ Mod Alex🎥

[scary-lasagna]

Can we get some lore/headcannons for the slender brothers' dads?

tw: lots of various death causes, bar mention,

The Slender Fathers

Slender

Mother was cursed to be unloved by any romantic partner after disobeying her own mother and running off with Slender’s father.

She was not about to sit pretty in an arranged marriage, especially when she met the love of her life a week before.

She ran off with him, denouncing her family in front of all of the rich and entitled Slenderbeing familes, most of which were dead now.

And her mother hated her in that moment, that she cursed her and the rest of her lineage. It wasn’t until the damage hit that she realized how badly she fucked her future bloodline

Mother didn’t think anything of it, everything seemed to be going good after all, but in the end, shortly after Slender learned to walk, he never returned home.

He was murdered, killed, and butchered by a henchmen’s of HABIT, which back then HABIT was practically non-existent. No one knew of his presence in the Underrealm.

And to this day, everyone still blames the cold case on Zalgo’s bloodline because of that fact.

Offender

Then, along came Offenders father. A third siren, a quarter Slenderbeing. He was a charming yet dangerous womanizer.

With the loss of a husband, Mother was left vulnerable to the city life, attempting to find work with no income and penny’s squealing from being pinched too hard.

He worked at a train yard. With Slenderbeing strength, he was capable of many things regarding strength and climbing.

Mother met him through a nearby restaurant, where he was out to lunch with friends.

They ultimately fell in love slowly over time, and had Offender.

But the womanizer instinct never left him, and it ruined his life in the end. He died from a dangerous STI living in arachnid-beings.

Offender was about 12, and heard the last words his father spoke.

He died with roses in hand.

Trender

Trender’s father was terribly awkward and out of touch, and yet somehow she found him charming by it. Especially since he was part Slenderbeing, with the other half containing a recessive invisibility gene from a demonic father.

And they really met through a babysitter for her two growing boys. He was the girls uncle, and was stressing to help her buy cold medicine while she stayed at Mothers house to watch over the two children.

They talked in line, and the coincidence was so natural, Mother couldn’t help but feel charmed by it all, like it was straight out of a romance book.

Trender was born not too long after that, and they were proud to raise such an intelligent child.

She begged him not to go on a family visit for the week. It was something so simple, and he promised to stay in consistent contact.

Everything was fine, but the last day there was no good morning call. A deadly house fire smothered the news that day.

Splendor

Splendors father was the only human out of the four.

Mother had lost the only stable job she had, forcing to take time off to watch her own kids.

She crawled from bar to bar, hoping something would make her forget, and in the rain, she met the kindest human.

He held that umbrella over her, and asked if she was alright, and if someone was on the way to pick her up.

He helped her get home, where a teenage Slender was waiting in the overhang for her, arms crossed.

He knew this would be the next one to perish.

But Mother thought different, maybe if this one was human, she could have a stable family again.

But humans are quite the weak creatures, and he died of illness only about two years after Splendor was born.

[transexualpirate]

noooo online trans person don't refer to the queer people you don't like as kweers or trenders noooooo

[bonk-is-looking-away]

These will make very good reclaims ;)

You're right.

For future reference, if I do any more reclaims, they'll be posted on my alt @saturns-xenogenders

(Also don't repost without credit ty)