BTD Forcemasc 🔛🔝

HEY IF YOU ARE A US CITIZEN OR A RESIDENT PLEASE READ!

Hey I know the results just came in and I know the majority of my audience is in some type of minority like me. I know it’s hard to believe but you still have time.

Get with people, plan out how to support each other come inauguration. If you think you need to move, try to find a country where immigration policies aren’t as strict or where you can get in quickly.

If you can’t move, please band together. Community is going to be central through this. Save your money, pool it into a group fund that will cover everyone.

If you are in a red state and can’t move, still find that community. It’s out there I promise.

Just band together please. We will live regardless of what happens. We existed then, we can exist now.

This is for everyone. Be safe

This is a reminder that your body is your own. Crafted by a sequence of universes combining into one.

You are miracle of biology with every breath you take. But please don’t forget that it is a vessel.

Break it in. Modify yourself beyond recognition.

Find what it likes and what it hates. Maybe it craves the itch of new hair growing? Or the feeling of a clean face slightly burning with aftershave?

Do prefer the prick of a needle or the cold coating of gel? Calloused hands from hard work or soft like the silk of a suit? You don’t know? Want me to show you?

Then down.

Promise when you hold me close it will be a boy in your arms? Boys make fine flowers too.

I’m so not thinking about Lawrence guys

Also reminder that asks are open and if you got any questions or ideas feel free to drop them!

Also normal stuff because I’m busy asf (also dedicated to my lovely)

(I am not sure of this images source, just found it in my photos from months ago.)

This was totally not inspired by the “you made art” ending.

And if you were wondering “how is this forcemasc?” First I ask you to use your imagination and then imagine how you are viewed by this world.

You are the other. And the other is seen as a plethora of things. Strange, beautiful, disgusting, and unapologetic.

If you are going to be the “other” anyways, what does it matter if it’s blade to your chest or the heaviness you feel when they judge you. If they aren’t going to take you as you are, give you the canvas and pigment and brushes needed for a masterpiece, might as well make on out of yourself. Might as well let that man burst from your rib cage and leak into a bucket for a project later on. Your body as the canvas, shots and blades as your brushes.

Or you can just imagine Lawrence taking the titties with the limbs. Your interpretation.

Anyways a shit post

Normal masc for today

I do promise that it does get better. Keep your head up boy and soon you’ll find that growing into a man isn’t as lonely as you might think

Y’all know about that weird link between trans men and puppy play right?

But wolves are pretty close to dogs.

A girl, trained to be soft from birth. Fur white and pristine, eyes wide, actions so delicate and modest.

But then she’s caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. A place that was the antithesis to her image. With men who are brash, patrons unashamed to lay unwashed hands on another, and by god just unbelievable FLITH. Like a den full of bones and shedded fur, yet to be cleaned.

Then the head of it all. The worst offender of everything she was never allowed to be.

He looks down and sees an opportunity.

So he appears to her as a sheep, ulterior motives hidden until his new boy falls for it.

And of course he does. He goes home, not to a pretty burrow, but to the basement of that wolves house.

He is tied to filth. Filth he has no clue how to take. But of course will learn.

Now he is flithy. Unshaven, scarred, and so very separated from the girl that was there.

And God, teeth and needles look so natural in his skin.

(Totally not thinking about Vincent rn guys)

More Ren inspired stuff!

Blah blah blah blah waking up in house you don’t recognize, head still fuzzy from whatever was in your drink last night. You’ve been changed from the dress you were conditioned to wear to an oversized tank top and boxers that feel more comfortable than you’d like to think about. You feel hands, soft but scarred and scratched, rubbing something into your upper back. You couldn’t see the man and nor did you want to as he was working this weirdly slimy substance up to the skin of your shoulders. You feel something soft wrap around your torso, almost tail like. He’s whispering to himself.

“There we go.. just like that.” It’s calming, so calming you can’t resist falling back into your slumber. Who knows what the substance is but the last thing you hear is.

“You’re gonna make such a perfect boy”

(I’m sorry I’m not great with Ren but I hope this is at least a bit in character m)

Idk I thought this would be funny so here.

Also know none of these are going to be put on normally. If you take the shot, that needle is no longer gonna be “hypodermic” and that gel is not being applied “topically”.

All to bring the flicker of a man to the surface. Or just fuck around and find out Y’know?