#trait swap tf

[piggytfs]

Colton had always seemed like the perfect guy. He was in the prime of his life with a jacked physique, smoldering blue eyes, and a cocky smirk that made both men and women swoon. He was the king of the gym, the star of his university’s football team, and the kind of guy who turned heads wherever he went. Sometimes, this was an awesome thing. Like when the cheerleader babes would eye him up like a sexy slab of all American beef. He loved to show off his muscles for them, listening to them giggle and squeal.

However, he didn't like being ogled by just anyone. Some dudes were oblivious to the hints he would drop: that he was in no way, shape, or form interested in their pathetic, gay attention.

Which was why he hated the way his doctor, Dr. Reynolds, kept looking at him as if he was about to blow a disgusting load into his XL work khakis.

The older man was always too touchy during checkups, his eyes lingering just a little too long on the younger man's biceps and firm pecs. It made Colton’s skin crawl. As he sat on the exam table, dressed in nothing but his compression shorts, he felt those eyes scanning over his muscles again. Dr. Reynolds was eyeing Colton's girthy package, moments away from drooling.

“Man, I wish you’d stop looking at me like that,” Colton muttered hatefully under his breath.

A chill ran down his spine. The air in the room seemed to shift — something he couldn't perceive, but he could not deny that something had begun to change. Dr. Reynolds blinked, his expression becoming blank and flat, before his lips curled into an amused grin.

“Looking at you like what, Colton?” the doctor asked, his voice laced with condescension. He had never spoken so haughtily before. “Like I’d ever be interested in you?”

Colton frowned. That wasn’t right. Dr. Reynolds had definitely been checking him out less than a second ago. The man was a fat perv who drooled over his hot athlete patients, this wasn't far from the normal experience. “Dude, you were just—”

Colton's stomach lurched so violently that he couldn't stop the URRRRRRRRRRRRRP that erupted out of his mouth. A deep, guttural gurgle started to brew inside his belly. He gasped, gripping his gut as an unbearable heat spread through his body. Sweat collected on his forehead, dripping down the sides of his body as his pits became slick and hairy. His skin tingled, rippled, then started to sag under the new weight.

He stared in horror at the full body mirror propped up against the wall, watching as his reflection warped before his very eyes. His sculpted pecs deflated, drooping into soft, flabby moobs. Curls of dark, wiry hair began to sprout across his aging skin. His tight six-pack was swallowed by lard as thick rolls of fat spilled over the waistband of his shorts. They had fit snugly before, but now they were far too tight. His thighs swelled, losing their lean definition as they turned into fat, pale slabs of dimpled hairy flesh that rubbed together, sticky with sweat. The smells wafting off his changing body made Colton want to gag.

“What the fuck?” he gasped, his voice cracking, higher, wheezier — wrong.

Dr. Reynolds chuckled. But his nasally voice seemed different — his slouchy posture was correcting itself — the old pervy doctor was being transformed, too! His hunched shoulders began to straighten, his immense potbelly retreating into an increasingly sculpted core as abdominal muscles pressed against his much smaller, tighter shirt. All the fat on his body began to melt away as years of neglect were reversing before Colton’s eyes. Dr. Reynold's graying hair darkened, growing thick and healthy. His wrinkles faded into smooth, taut skin. His pasty complexion was now bronzed and glowing.

“Colton, please settle down. This is your usual checkup, nothing more. And quit cussing — you of all people should know better,” Dr. Reynolds said, but his voice was deeper now, stronger, more confident. His lab coat suddenly fit better, snug against a chest that was now larger than Colton's had ever been. Even the man's biceps looked larger, veins running across the surface.

“What?” Colton wheezed, struggling to pull up his compression shorts as they dug painfully into his growing gut and fat pad. But the fabric was changing beneath his fingertips — stretching, darkening —becoming ratty sweatpants stained with grease and even grosser liquids.

“You’re always acting like a nervous wreck when you come in here,” Dr. Reynolds went on, now casually adjusting the very tight sleeves of his tailored hospital uniform. “You’d think you’d be used to it by now. How many times have I told you to cut back on the junk food? Christ, Colton, you really have ballooned since last visit.”

“No, no, no—” Colton gripped his thickening face, his bloated fingers sinking into new layers of soft, jowly fat. His chiseled jawline was buried beneath multiple chins, his sharp cheekbones lost forever beneath two fat dimples. His now greasy hair thinned before his eyes, receding higher and higher up his forehead. His nose widened, nostrils flaring as they twitched from the rancid stench that rose from his body.

Sweat. Cum. Food. Gas.

These were the things that defined him now.

Dr. Reynolds— younger, stronger, undeniably out of Colton's league — waved a large hand in front of his face, grimacing at the foul stench. “Jesus, did you even shower before coming in? Or is that just how you always smell?”

Colton’s mind reeled in confusion. He could still feel his old self somewhere, buried beneath all the blubber, the sweat, the stink. This wasn’t real—this wasn’t him! His chest hair begun to turn white, his balding hair turning gray as a salt-and-pepper beard erupted across his fat chins.

“I’m not—” he gasped in exhaustion. “I’m not—”

The words caught in his throat. He was losing the battle to remain himself.

Dr. Reynolds smirked, beginning to remove his now perfectly-fitted coat, muscles rippling with his every movement. “Not what? Not some fat, pathetic, gay slob who spends more time shoveling junk food into his face than actually taking care of himself?” He scoffed, his beautiful face glaring down at Colton like he was the smallest morbidly obese man in the world. “Colton, be serious for once in your life. When’s the last time you even saw the inside of a gym?”

Colton had just been at the gym — he had been hitting the weights all morning long before his check up! Pumping iron, running drills! He had done all of these things! But even as he reached for those memories of himself as a young and disciplined jock, they slipped away, replaced by something else — something that terrified him.

Hazy images of stained couch cushions arose in his conflicted mind, fast food wrappers strewn across his disgusting apartment. Late nights spent online on gainer forums took root in his brain, scrolling through mukbang videos while stuffing his own face. He vividly recalled jerking off to images of fit jocks who wouldn't even spit on him if he were on fire.

His stomach roared, suddenly starving, and he felt his mouth water at the thought of a greasy double cheeseburger and some extra-large fries.

“No…” Colton whimpered, shaking his fat head, his chins jiggling with the motion. His once proud cock had shrunken beneath his growing fat pad, but he could still feel it throbbing, rubbing against his folds as his massive body wobbled with each breath. It felt like he was balancing a beachball on his lap. And it was inflated to the point it was about to pop.

Dr. Reynolds scribbled something down on his clipboard, his biceps bulging slightly as he moved. Colton's little nub of a cock got harder, his fat lips glistening with drool. “Well, old man, we’re gonna have to talk about your cholesterol again. Not that you’ve ever listened to me before. You’re lucky I even let you keep coming in — most guys your size just give up on doctors entirely.” The young man chuckled, voice smooth, self-assured. “Then again, I guess you have given up, huh?”

Colton tried to protest, to fight, but his body ached — his back was sore from carrying so much weight, and his thick thighs were chafing with every tiny movement. His gut gurgled again, demanding food, reminding him of who he was — who he had always been. An obese, smelly old man who was addicted to porn; who got off to young jocks teasing him for being such a fucking loser.

Reality snapped into place around him.

Dr. Reynolds sighed, shaking his handsome head as he handed Colton a prescription slip. His hand was strong, veined, perfect, as Colton’s thick sausage fingers struggled to take it. “Here. Not that you’ll actually do anything about it, but at least it makes me feel better.”

Colton looked down at the slip. His chubby fingers struggled to grip the paper, smudged with sweat and burger grease he couldn't be assed to wash off. His name at the top was the same, but… had he ever been that perfect, sculpted jock that was still lingering in his mind? Had he really played football, been admired by his peers, been wanted by anyone in a sexual sense?

Or had he always been this old, flatulent lard ass loser?

“Get outta here, Colton,” Dr. Reynolds said, already moving on to the next file. His grin was smug, confident, gleaming. “And try not to waddle too much on your way out.”

Colton got up and rubbed his sagging, bloated belly as he marched out of the room. He knew there was no helping his waddle, but he found himself blushing in shame as his wide ass cheeks jiggled behind him. As he left the room, Colton squeezed out a nasty, droning fart. His tiny cock was squirting pre into his fat pad folds.

A distant voice in his mind was screaming for mercy, but the new Colton just got off on the sheer weight of his obese body, the knowledge that his handsome, young doctor thought he was disgusting. Fuck. This was the only reason he still showed up to his appointments.

This old perv needed to get home and order some fast food and start jerking to his favorite jock porn immediately! He'd consider actually reading his prescription slip tomorrow.

(this story is a reimagined version of Athlete No More by the iconic @bigfuckingdudes)

[gaytamorfosi]

His Name on the Back

🇬🇧 ("Il suo nome sul retro" Versione Inglese)

I listened to Filippo with skepticism, absentmindedly fidgeting with the little slip of paper he had just handed me. The ridiculous story that big guy had just stammered out had all the markings of an elaborate joke, and yet… something in his voice, in his uneasy gaze, slipped beneath my skin and struck exactly where it hurt the most.

For a top like me, being short and slight feels like an invisible sentence. I’ve always felt my body was a quiet barrier between me and the love I longed for. Filippo, on the other hand, had the kind of presence that couldn't go unnoticed: tall, broad, that blessed bulk of a body seemed to effortlessly draw attention. But even he carried his own frustration: a bottom in search of someone bigger, someone who could wrap around him, shelter him, make him feel safe. So despite all the eyes on him, few ever matched his physical and emotional ideal.

That day he had called me, his voice strangely hesitant, asking if we could talk. I went over to his place and, as always, slipped off my shoes at the door—he was particular about that. He greeted me with a nervous smile, then told me about a witch—a woman he had confessed his frustrations to. She had given him a slip of paper and told him, “Write your name. Whoever signs the other side will exchange their build with yours."

Now that slip was in my hands. Filippo offered me a pen, looking like a schoolboy about to be quizzed. His eyes shook more than his fingers. I took the pen with a half-smile, ready to sign just to bring this little performance to an end. We sat side by side on the steps, facing a large mirror. I signed, clicked the pen shut, and shook his hand—half in solidarity, half in farewell, already preparing to walk away from this strange little game.

I tried to pull my hand back, but he held on, his gaze locked on our reflection. He was smiling.

I turned to look too, ready to laugh, ready to say the joke had gone far enough. But then I didn’t say anything. Instinct took over.

I hugged him—a spontaneous, necessary gesture. A way to comfort that soul so different from mine on the surface, and yet marked by the same loneliness.

In that embrace, something cracked open and came together again. Our sudden, powerful connection felt as unreal as the miracle unfolding before my eyes.

Filippo was changing. Shrinking. His face remained his own, but the body—his body—was now just like mine. I turned to the mirror and barely recognized myself: I was tall, broad, imposing. I felt strength in my arms, the sheer volume of space I now occupied in the world. Shock gave way to euphoria, then to a deep, wordless gratitude.

I didn’t even think. My lips found his in a gesture that felt instinctive, natural—inevitable.

The heat of our first kiss—sudden, intense—rushed through every cell of my new body.

He was like air—so light, yet so essential to life.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

species medley ft. gorgug and riz

[occamstfs]

Chauffeur Swap

Another epistolary TF ! Cocky office worker to an equally cocky gym bro, trait swap + IQ Drain aplenty -Occam

Monday May 6th

Morning 

I’m beyond thrilled that I’m finally being looked at for a promotion. I’ve worked my ass off for this company ever since I graduated and I am not going to let this chance slip through my fingers. It’s such a good gig, in the week leading up to them filling the position they’re letting us use the company’s chauffeurs as just one little hint of the luxury this promotion will afford us.

At least, that’s what I thought before my driver arrived to pick me up and I saw what a slob of a man my driver was! I mean my word! I thought it was a prank or something else untoward! I’m sure he could tell too, I could not muster even a shy smile, nothing to do but grimace. God and that was before I got in! He must have just been an Uber hired or something because it smelled like a locker room in there! Truly vile!

God willing this is a one off occurrence, hate to get the oaf in trouble. Though judging by the state of his hygiene though he clearly needs to be taught a lesson somehow! I mean even with this job I couldn't afford to buy cologne enough to hide that stink- perhaps some dog-strength febreze- Ha!

Evening

Godddd fuck! The last thing I needed after such a stressful day was to be greeted by that animal’s face- worse yet, his SCENT! I underestimated just how grueling this interview charade would be. It is just one final hurdle to the big leagues though. I will leave petty contrivances like suffering through this unpleasant car ride behind.

Just to make the time pass with greater speed I put forth some small talk. Not like I could hold my breath near long enough to make a difference, and it couldn’t hurt to vent about what a hassle the day had been hm? After this though he started talking about himself and fwoh- could I not care less about whatever surely protein-fart based drivel or beer-brained diatribe he launched into. 

Perhaps this is unfair, I did not deign to listen to him. So perhaps he’s better than he seems. But who could blame me, sitting in that car was punishment enough to earn me tuning him out. And! And! For him to have the benefit of the doubt surely he could at least wear deodorant! Hm. Unless he is trying? God that would be depressing, to be so, ugh- I continue to hold out hope I never see him again

Tuesday May 7th

Morning

Mm, I simply must develop a better poker face if I am to continue to suffer in this odor for the week, god forbid even longer- I have prepared accordingly however, yesterday no one mentioned it at work but I swear I kept smelling it, him, all day? Same when I got home, just everytime I calmed down from work bam! I smelled this horrid car ride. I am bringing my cologne to work with me, I plan to put it at lest once more when I arrive at work.

It’s just, Why is this my problem right! I don’t know what his problem is, but I don’t see why I have to suffer because of it right? I should not have to deal with someone like this, he’s supposed to be working for me. I uh, it’s not like I think I’m better than him I just, well I am better than him. Hm, I lost my train of thought. 

Ugh, I keep spacing out today- I’m sure it has to do with my twice-daily rides with, hm. I don’t even know his name. It’s? You know I don’t care. I just need to take it easy, I’m not letting this fucking dude-bro pitstain of a man bother me this much! I’m getting my bag and he is not worth a second further of my, uh, attention.

Evening

I have a headache and I don’t know how it is his fault but it has to be. This whole thing is setting me on edge, I need to chill about Ben. That’s right Ben! I got his name, I actually told him about my headache and he told me that he usually meditates to clear his mind- which crazy that someone so, despite all appearances, mindful treats his body like a sty but- Well not a sty I suppose, or at the very least a well built one- 

Ah, that’s not quite appropriate is it. God he is hot though. Honestly sitting there just breathing in his, uh, scent, helped with the headache. Wait no, it was the meditation, God, why can I not stop thinking of his fucking B.o. My headache was gone but now I feel I’m beginning to run a fever, or at the very least I need to turn down the AC or something-

Better not affect my work tomorrow.

Wednesday May 8th

Morning 

Not gonna be a good one. I fucking woke up late which ive literally never done before! I barely got myself up and ready in time and didn’t realize until the car but I didn’t bring my cologne with me. It turned out to be the least of my problems however as when I got in his car I fully spilled my coffee all over the backseat. Hopefully this will mask his putridity because I now have to sit in the front with him for the ride.

He must know. He has to know it has to be some kinda sick, uh, fetish or something. Its untendable untenable. god get your shit together Jacob. Its so hard to focus on anything else now that Im sitting right by him. I need to talk to someone about this, fuck its like hes exposing his pits on purpose. He wants me to stare at him, i bet. Bet he gets some sort of sick rise out of me. Im sure him and all the other chauffeurs probably get together and jack off about how repulsive and, uh, strong they all are.

God Fuck! Get me out of this car im losing my mind! Need to, ill just get some work done on the commute, should help i think. God its getting hot in here again or something, so help me if this fucker starts actively sweating im gonna lose it

Evening

i just couldnt get anything done today i dont know what was fucking up dude? it was just so hot in there and i mustve forgotten to put deodorant on this morning, people kept complaining but i didnt even notice? i guess i was sweating more than usual, but like, it was so hot in that office and my clothes felt weird, tight almost. As if tho, lol im sure no one even really noticed that i was off.

OH speaking of, Ben really put himself together on the ride home today. He was wearing a button up and everything, must have seen how nice im living and got his shit together! Maybe ive been to hard on the douche? nah car still smelled like shit haha! Or i think it did? didnt really notice it until like halfway thru?

Fuck my clothes are so tight all of a sudden, godd its so hot actually. I look fucking huge in this tiny little monkey suit- almost like Benjamin ha- as if id stoop so low, even if i started getting massive not like id be dum enough to be on his level lol

Thursday May 9th

Morning

Fuckin couldnt find ANYTHING this morning dude! it was like someone came in and took or hid everything i need for work today. ended up having to just fuckin leave for the car without a suit jacket- pretty sure ive got an extra in my office tho so were chill there. mm probably shouldve shaved tho lol

Oh yeah the files! i had some reports that i needed to bring in but totally couldnt find them! Turns out benjamin had them the whole time it was weird, guess i left them last night. but he was like such an ass about it, like he knows anything though the uh, jock, jerk uh. hes actually dressed better than me rn isnt he. Finally threw on a dress shirt, surely inspired by me haha- pulling it off quite well too, his chest hair peaking up through mm-

Fuckkk dude my cocks kinda getting hard looking at him, starting to smell musty in the car too, wait oh shit i didnt even notice that it didnt reek when i got in! weird that its starting to stink now tho whats up with that, looks like hes finally noticing tho ha! its nice to see him finally react to how bad my uh, no how I GOD, how bad fuckin’ he stinks obviously. whatever, ive got more important stuff to think about.

Evening 

okay work was like, not fuckin chill today. idk what was up but like, every little thing i did today just wasnt good enough apparently like okay?? you know me, if something seems off clearly, fucking OBVIOUSLY it uh, i? god my head just keeps going blank i dont get it, im just. Huh, kinda smells like Ben all of a sudden, oh fuck lol my pits have completely sweat through my shirt-

None of this matters anyway though bro! Because i just had the BEST sesh with Ben after work!! honestly the work shit doesnt even bother me, shouldve seen me its like i am a natural at this shit i was getting a pump like ive done it a hundred times. im sure it smelled like a locker room on the ride home lol

OH! I didnt even say, it was all ben’s idea!!! he said the gym always helps him when uh, things get too hard to think about and fuckk bro hes so right. hes so, lol i almost said hes so smart- he definitely knows how to work out though, he kept helping me with my technique but im prety sure he just wanted an excuse to touch me- 

not that im complaining LMAO- every time he did it was like i felt myself getting stronger, and less worried about all those yes-man suit fuckers! hed adjust my arms and i would feel my biceps just suddenly pump larger, hed bump his hands into my pecs while spotting me and theyd just force the bar up even faster, wish hed just go ahead and grab my cock lol

theres time yet too- gonna crash at his place tonight! hopefully ill get to see him put his magic fingers and tight body to use cause fuck bro idk if it was the pump or what but i dont think my balls have ever been this blue, like any time i try to think about, oh ughh, work i just. mm everything in my body just begs me to fucking blow a load- 

Friday May 10th

Morning

fucker just went to bed early- got me all riled up and then i had to jack off alone. felt way better than usual tho, my cock seems bigger to lol, dk whats up with that. wanted to try again this morning but ben was just on my fucking ass trying to get me out the door 

i didnt have any of my clothes, duh, so i just threw on some of his, crazy how much they fit me? they even kinda already smell like me lol. he actually put a suit on which seems wild, funny that i look like a slob and he looks like some uh, fancy guy. Like i should right? uhh is my headache coming back? lol idk but looking at him in that fucking suit sure is making it hard to focus-

ben said i can just change n stuff when we got to the office, its why hes dressed up. ill go ahead and drive us and then hell just run up and get my clothes, idk if theyll fit tho? feel like im larger than i was for some reason- oh yeah my massive fucking pump lol- 

mh speaking of pump, maybe while hes up there ill have time to jack another one out, not like anyonell see or care ya? like its a problem im about to be the fuckin alpha of this company or uh, something. itll be done before hes back, only evidence will be cum stains on his clothes lol. ugh it smells so fucking dank in here i might just cum without touching it lol

Evening

shit man, dont know what i was doing? i feel like i was supposed to go into work today but ben says from now on im just his driver. which easy gig right lol? doesnt even care that i dont shower huhuh-

he got his big promotion today!!! he looked so smug and hot when he came down to tell me, and he promised wed have some fun about it when he got home tonight- just gotta drop him off at some stupid fancy dinner ill probably hit the gym while hes there. gotta keep it up or ill look like some fucking dweeb

plus that means ill get the car totaly filled with my bo- hell fuckin love that, after he gets a good whiff no way wil he not want to fuck then and there huhuh fuck, kinda needs to get that exercise in now that hes doing whatever bitchass shit they do all they day up there needs to give in and just fuck me finally its been so, ugh long and my balls feel so full, and im sweating so much god im fogging up the windows loli better be careful i need to keep it together until then urgh- 

god i just smell so fucken hot

[robo-milky]

Dynamic Swap 2: What if Cloche falls first?

[RookLoche]

Rollo doesn’t really fall for Cloche in the original dynamic, but his impression of Cloche as a “victim” was strong enough for him to fold and overlook Cloche playing two sides at once (‘forgiveness’). In this swap, Cloche gets attached to Rollo 💀. It’s a “he never actually put me in harm’s way even when I’m just a pawn” kind of delusion. Would Cloche really harbour any romantic feelings for Rollo, or is it just a fascination/envy that he has a capacity of familial love so great that he would change the world for it. Literally the RookLoche dynamic but Cloche’ admiration has stronger foundations— she’s seeing firsthand the good traits of Rollo, instead of watching from afar and inferring.

[Ramble]

• In this swap, Cloche has to have either lost interest in worshipping Rook, or was empty from the start. She wouldn’t have fallen for Rollo upon their first meeting, but after the events of GloMas. She needs the substance and context; she has higher standards than to fall at the feet of someone who treats her decently.

• Since Rollo is likely the only one to have seen both dimensions of Cloche (social/apathetic), Cloche feels more comfortable around him. There’s nothing to hide anymore. She literally just wants a pillar of support and hey Rollo fits the role just fine! A part of her prefers Rollo to always be at a distance, even if she pines for him. Cloche sees him as an ideal rather than a person, and he wants to embody his values anyways.

• The shared interests between Rollo and Cloche exacerbates her feelings for him. Going to cafes, coffee (even if Rollo only drinks cafe au lait), stationery, history… so on. Cloche definitely appreciates Rollo’s stoicism.

• In general, Jingle Bells treads on weird line between being platonic and romantic- very much a situationship. It all depends if Cloche truly doesn’t have the capacity to feel and is intellectually fascinated by Rollo, or if she was repressing her feelings the whole time. Nobody knows and Rollo probably accepted Cloche as an irredeemable abomination with no morality. (As long as she’s useful to him, he’ll play along)

• Rollo resents tf out of Cloche for stabbing him in the back then coming back like a boomerang as if nothing happened-

• Now, Cloche is completely receptive to any help she gets from Rollo. Heck, she might even get brattier to purposely hide behind him or indirectly give hints on who he should reprimand and keep an eye out for.

[the--starless-saint]

I haven't gotten to the LN/manga and only watching the anime so here are some ridiculous thoughts:

I think right now it's quite obvious that Shisui and Loulan are the same person

Shishou, Loulan's father, is looking very quickly to becoming a big antagonist:

can't be found after his daughter body swapped,

his province was mentioned to be the main supplier of grain and such (during the hunting episode) and the price of grain and staple foods increasing despite good harvests,

that Maomao was taken North, which is the same direction as his province,

that the gun was from the West which Loulan was noted to have fashion tastes from when she was first introduced as concubines,

Speaking of the gun, the perpetrators of the assassination attempt was conveniently mishandled until they can't speak. Since the hunt was in the Northern province, it's likely Shishou's security who wld be in charge of imprisoning the criminals and such

That someone has been mass buying metal (presumbly to make new guns and military stuff?)

The fishy foreign envoys were at his province village where his daughters kidnapped maomao to

But i can't get the out of my head the fact that he (or lakan) is red-green colour blind. It's not likely that Lakan is the colourblind one because Fengxian's eyes are red and hair is green. He's also not likely to be fully colourblind if he can play chess. Also his comment at the end of the scene about some grapes being green

Red/green and colourblindness in general was shown to be associated with WangMu, the ancestral mother of the nation. Conincidentally, she is also from the West

Btw - idk about the LN and Manga, but the way the anime described her story gives lowkey coloniser vibes lol. Ik in the legends she's anything but.

The emperor doesn't have this trait. So what if Shishou is a descendant of WangMu and wants the throne because he feels it's rightfully his?

So far in the episodes, there's a recurring theme of resentment from pedophilia connecting likely Shisui and Suirei, and Shenlu (and Shishou, since he's their daddy). In the previous episode, there was someone else that bore resentment towards the pedophile late emperor - the current empress dowager

The entire reason why loulan became concubine was because the empress dowager was close to shishou

Does the empress dowager have a part of play in this scheme???

Does the shrine keeper have anything to do with this???

Also why tf is Maomao so comfy being kidnapped

Also it was rly funny how the moment Maomao realised they were sisters, they just gave up on tying her hands entirely. But before when they were already in the forest they still tied up Shisui's hands - why the extended show lol?

Then if Shishou was going to launch a military assault on the emperor, it makes sense for him to get his daughter out. But why kidnap maomao? To get to jinshi? But if he's going to full scale battle, its easier to fight the emperor and jinshi at once, rather than arouse suspicions by luring jinshi using maomao. Besides, jinshi may be the emperor's brother but maomao is going to be a useless hostage when it comes to a full scale political revolution war. He's be better off getting Lingli

The only thing that confuses me is that Shishou is called the racoon-dog, which is overall quite a positive symbol

Anyway I am very excited and invested.

[thechanelmuse]

Kendrick, Drake, and Ethnic/Cultural Identity

One of the most discussed topics during this exchange between the two is if Drake is a culture vulture. In short, yes. He's always been. It boils down to inherited cultural identity and respected history, not the upholding of a social construct of “race.” 

Race is a goofy non-biological caste system that operates in various countries and it’s a dumbass global push to get people to embrace a superior to inferior hierarchy in classifying the globe into 5 broad groups solely based on perceived skull sizes, hues of skin color, and perceived traits and phenotypic features via the teachings of François Bernier, Johann Blumenbach, Carl Linnaeus, and them other hoes. Get race tf outta here.

I’m gonna make this concise as possible, but fleshed out a bit for full understanding.

Kendrick Lamar is Black American on both sides with his roots most likely coming out of Mississippi and/or Alabama to Chicago to Cali by way of the Great Migration. (He may even descend from Duckworths from Louisiana). I haven’t done his genealogy, but now I may out of curiosity.

Black American is a double ethnicity. We’re citizens of America (nationality = US Citizen), and our ethnic group (Black) was created & descends from this land (ethnicity = American) through ethnogensis. It has nothing to do with one’s brown skin color or how the cops see us 🙃, but everything to do with the lineage of one’s parents and their parents, etc. (For info on lineage tracing, refer to my post here.) 

Black Americans are an ethnic group (the largest from this land and largest in this country after Germans), while “white Americans” are a self-identification race to remove ethnic identity and conflate numbers. I can break this down further in another post if y’all want since American history is complex and will explain why Black Americans have been reclassified seven times by the US government 🙃. 

Now.

Culture is largely passed down through your mother, and her mother, and her mother, and so forth for Black Americans (and I’m sure other ethnic groups). No matter if it’s a two-parent or single-parent household, she’s your ultimate teacher in setting the foundation of your cultural upbringing. It’s the same if one is raised by their grandparents. It largely stems from the grandmother. If one’s father is their main parent, that’s a different case of course. 

Drake falls in line with this as someone from a single-parent household. He is half Ashkenazi of Latvian and Russian descent (ethnicity) through his mother and of half Black American descent (ethnicity) through his father. He is a dual citizen of Canada and America (nationality), who was raised in Canada with his Ashkenazi Jewish mother and Ashkenazi relatives with an Ashkenazi upbringing. He went to a Jewish day school and was engulfed in all aspects at home. 

Kendrick is ethnically and culturally Black American. Drake is ethnically and culturally Ashkenazi. He is also ethnically Black American (through lineage), but not culturally Black American. Does that make Drake a culture vulture? No. He just didn’t have the cultural upbringing but could always immerse himself in learning, appreciating, and respecting the other half of his history and culture.

What makes him one is how he operates as an outsider. He participates in an aspect of Black American culture (Hip-Hop) for his monetary gain, adopts a manufactured image for his perception of believability, and disrespects the people of this culture. “…run to America to imitate culture.” It’s like a jacket to him. He takes it off to try on another (like a Jamaican accent) and swaps for another, etc. 

A few examples that’s been touched on: He blackened his face to depict blackface while wearing a Jim Crow t-shirt… That’s specific disrespect towards Black Americans, mocking our history and our ancestors. “Whipped and chained you like American slaves.” That’s specific disrespect towards Black Americans, mocking our history and our ancestors. “[You] always rappin' like you 'bout to get the slaves freed.” Do I even need to explain this? Hopefully it’s understood.

The muthafucka is not like us.

[arceespinkgun]

More TF One storyboards released and I feel even more now that a lot of the issues I had with the movie wouldn't have been anywhere near so extreme if the earlier versions of the scenes had been used. Just a few things I noticed:

Optimus doesn't banish Megatron and the High Guard, which I thought seemed especially bad given they could be killed by Quintessons out there. In the storyboards, they all decide to leave basically by their own volition.

Even after their battle, Optimus stands back and lets Megatron make his case to everybody in the crowd! It also makes more sense then that the High Guard has a very "might makes right" mentality yet chose to follow Megatron even though he seemingly lost to Optimus there; they were swayed by the argument.

Megatron chooses to blast Orion through the spark as Orion is standing there. The way that's framed makes it feels so much more intentional and it would make complete sense for Elita-1 and B-127 to be horrified and enraged.

Orion explains that maybe Sentinel Prime does deserve death, but that it should be a collective decision made by all. This makes much more sense and is what I see defenders of the movie claim the vibes were, but it's really not in the final film. I also noticed that Sentinel reacts differently when Megatron beats him here. Instead of bargaining, he basically just says he surrenders.

Megatron's character arc seems like it would've been less sudden. In these earlier versions, he was always the leader of the friend group and seemed much more rash, making it seem more logical for him to fall into authoritarian leanings. It almost seems that traits of Orion and Megatron were swapped in the final movie!

I noticed Elita-1 mention she always wanted to be a soldier. This is an interesting detail that would've been cool to see.

Airachnid seems really cool in the earlier version of her fight scene and I appreciated how much she kicked ass and how hard everyone tried to take her down only to fail.

I felt more love for the franchise as a whole in these boards, I liked Orion's nerdy worldbuilding scene in which he explains the organic biomass on Cybertron and how it got there, and the fact that the train is led by Astrotrain.

This all being said, I don't think this version of the movie would've been perfect or anything, I still always find it to be a poor choice when Megatronus is associated with the Decepticons in this way. Assuming it's still Megatronus's t-cog Sentinel had, the fact that Sentinel doesn't transform but Megatron can using it suggests to me that Megatronus, despite not being the Fallen in this movie, signs off on Megatron's philosophies even if he was fighting Sentinel. I don't like implications that the War in TF is a religious war or that the Decepticons are backed by robo-Satan. Although I do still feel this issue wouldn't have been quite as extreme in the early version given that the Matrix seems like it requires confidence and for Orion to have grown a spine more than it seems like Primus's validation.

[walnut-tries-too-hard]

Session 6 double up info dump

Ok, so I'm obsessed with this idea. So it's time to share all of my thoughts on this headcannon.

There was a lot of panic, naturally. For one second, they're humans. The next, they're all knew hybrids.

Grian

-Grian had no idea that people's hybrid traits would be affected by the wild card.

-He knew that the animals would all be swapped but, when everything died, Skizz and Scar started freaking the fuck out because Grian all of a sudden didn't have wings.

-There were they dots, and then boom. He's a creeper like Doc.

-How Doc never exploded was an absolute mystery. Just the stress of Skizz and Scar alone nearly made him explode.

Renchanting

-Ren didn't immediately notice that he wasn't a dog. It was after Martyn started to freak tf out that he realized his hearing was VERY different. And he didn't have a tail.

-That was a fairly easy adjustment aside from this new strange instinct to fly??

-For Martyn, he suddenly had to keep himself very chill, lest he burn down their base. Again.

-Everytime Ren was a different hybrid he changed up his full title. Rather than Rendog; there was Renmoth, Rensheep/Renram, Renbird...ect.

-Those are actually all the differnent versions of Ren I went through trying to draw him.

-Martyn spent a lot of time with Tango trying to figure out how to handle the fire.

General/misc.

-Scott went from creaking, to human, to siren. Lovely whiplash. No flashbacks to limited life, what do you mean?

-Tango was struggling the whole session. He was already cold in the overworld but that was helped with jackets and all that. Now he was physically cold and he didn't know how to fix it. Why were overworlders so cold?!

-All of the lifers were used to being red with their typical hybrid traits. The red lives were a little more out of control than usual.

-Many people, such as Tango had to get used to not having a tail. His balance wasn't as bad as say...Impulse. He's a big guy, who'd depending on his tail far more than he thought.

-The very first change up Cleo got was being a dog. I guess you could say...DoggyCleo? (I'll see my way out). Scott jumped at the image of them as a human, as is. As a dog like Ren? Yeah, that was a surprise.

-Joel was just chilling then there was a poof around him and his ogre traits were gone. Not like he noticed. His wolves were dead.

-It was the same case for Bdubs. He was more focused on his horse. three dots and then it felt wrong to be in the sun. It even hurt a little bit. It took Joel looking over to realize he was looking at a phantom hybrid.

-People were willing to help each other to understand being a certain type of hybrid, like I said with Tango helping Martyn, and Scar definitely giving helpful advice to Joel.

-Sheep Ren at some point got stuck with goat Scar and bull Bdubs. They couldn't help from bonking into each other. Explained Zed, Beef, and Doc.

I'm obsessed with this idea, if you can't believe it.

Feel free to leave questions or request about this

[gaytamorfosi]

Il suo nome sul retro

🇮🇹 ("His Name on the Back" Italian Version)

Ascoltavo Filippo con scetticismo, rigirando tra le dita il biglietto che mi aveva appena consegnato. Il racconto assurdo che quell’omone aveva balbettato aveva tutta l’aria di una presa in giro, eppure qualcosa nel suo tono, nello sguardo inquieto, si insinuava sotto la mia pelle, andando a colpire proprio dove faceva più male.

Per un attivo come me, essere basso e minuto è quasi una condanna invisibile. Ho sempre percepito la mia corporatura come un ostacolo silenzioso tra me e l'amore che desideravo. Filippo, invece, aveva dalla sua una presenza fisica che non passava inosservata: alto, robusto, con quel fisico massiccio che sembrava attirare automaticamente lo sguardo di chiunque. Ma anche lui portava dentro una frustrazione: era un passivo alla ricerca di qualcuno più grande, qualcuno che potesse proteggerlo, avvolgerlo, fargli da rifugio. E così, anche se di attenzioni ne riceveva parecchie, quasi nessuno corrispondeva a quell’ideale tanto fisico quanto emotivo.

Quel giorno mi aveva chiamato con una strana esitazione nella voce, chiedendomi se potevamo parlare. Lo raggiunsi a casa sua e, come sempre, mi tolsi le scarpe all’ingresso: una piccola regola a cui teneva molto. Mi aveva accolto con un sorriso nervoso, poi mi aveva raccontato di una maga, una donna a cui aveva confidato le sue frustrazioni. Lei gli aveva consegnato un foglietto e gli aveva detto: "Scrivi il tuo nome. Chiunque firmerà sull’altro lato, scambierà la sua corporatura con la tua."

Ora quel foglietto era nelle mie mani. Filippo mi porse una penna, con l’aria nervosa di uno scolaretto interrogato. I suoi occhi tremavano più delle dita. Presi la penna con un mezzo sorriso, deciso a firmare solo per concludere quella messinscena con gentilezza. Ci sedemmo insieme sui gradini, davanti a un grande specchio. Firmai, poi rimisi il tappo alla penna e gli strinsi la mano—un po’ come segno di complicità, un po’ per salutarlo e andarmene. Ma lui non lasciò la presa. Teneva stretta la mia mano e guardava fisso nel riflesso, sorridendo.

Mi voltai anche io, pronto a scherzare, a dire che il gioco era finito. Ma poi non dissi nulla. L’istinto prese il sopravvento. Lo abbracciai—un gesto spontaneo, necessario. Un modo per confortare quell’anima affine alla mia, così diversa in apparenza, eppure marchiata dalla stessa solitudine.

In quell’abbraccio, qualcosa si spezzò e si ricompose. La nostra intesa, improvvisa e potente, sembrava surreale quanto il prodigio che stava accadendo davanti ai miei occhi.

Filippo stava cambiando. Si stava... rimpicciolendo. Il suo volto restava il suo, ma il corpo—il corpo era diventato il mio. Mi voltai verso lo specchio e quasi non mi riconobbi: ero alto, possente, imponente. Sentivo la forza nelle braccia, lo spazio che ora occupavo nel mondo. Lo stupore si trasformò in euforia, poi in una gratitudine profonda, viscerale.

Non ci pensai nemmeno. Le mie labbra trovarono le sue in un gesto istintivo, naturale, inevitabile.

Il calore del nostro primo bacio improvviso, intenso, raggiunse ogni cellula del mio nuovo corpo. lui era come l’aria, tanto leggero quanto indispensabile per vivere.  

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Traveler goes to a Swap TF dimension but Swap TF Lunar is more outspoken than TF Sun and shut that slavery shit down immediately. So now he resents TF Sun even more, because Swap TF Lunar was able to stop Swap TF Eclipse and Roxy from treating Swap TF Sun like that.

Okay that would be so funny actually. I wonder what would be the difference between lunar and sun that makes one draw a line and the other not, since they presumably both had the same starting reasons for not stepping in of not wanting to ruin the family. I suspect the explanation would be swap tf lunar having a higher empathy. He has suns key traits of general loyalty to his family and anxiety, sun typical self esteem issues of doubt, but also has extremely high empathy which is something lunar pre explosion was shown to have (like wanting to stay with moon during the killcode arc because he didn’t want him to feel abandoned). Because in the swap aus it seems the personalities stay the same generally as they do normally but with certain twists. Like how in the show swap eclipse was the smart one who understood dimensional travel but also was still very much like an eclipse. Just a calmer one. Mannerisms like moon in how he talks and stuff but still definitely gives off eclipse vibes.

I feel the same would be accurate for a swap tf au. Swap tf lunar maintains the same fast paced somewhat jittery at times way of talking, but with the same personality of pre trapped tf lunar, whose a bit over the top excitable, friendly, and also much more willing to voice his opinions. I mean canonically lunar questioned eclipse a lot, even before he started really going against him.

Is this an excuse so I don’t have to make swap tf lunar a horrible person? Maybe but it’s a pretty good one don’t you think?

[mmikmmik2]

ugh. put a cut on this, tumblr

It’s like insane how much I hate “Eda adopts Hunter” fics and art now. It truly does not matter, people should keep having fun doing what they want, but also this characterization sucks and annoys me personally, so it is unforgivable. It’s like an evil team up between the fandom tendency to flanderize a character so that rarely seen traits that are good/heartwarming/funny/liked by fandom are their “real” personality (nice pushover stood up to people once so they’re actually ruthless and tough, Eda is eventually a good mom to two kids despite being irresponsible so she must secretly be the most motherly person ever) and the fandom tendency to make every character a cardboard cutout for their hurt/comfort fics around the fandom woobie. I’ve read literally one fic with Eda having a parental relationship with Hunter that I thought made sense and every other fan work like that makes me irrationally angry. Look, Eda is not deliberately cruel to children but I don’t see anything in how she treats the Blight kids and Hunter that suggests she’s being careful and observant around kids with bad home lives. She’s a good sounding board if they’re questioning their direction and will support them in having agency in a way lots of adults wouldn’t, but she is not motherly to everyone. How tf did this characterization survive past the revelation that Camila actually is like fanon Eda. You have a character who will say “is anyone gonna adopt this sad child” and not wait for an answer and it isn’t Eda. And honestly it feels disrespectful to her canon relationships with Luz and King. Like, these are actual complicated dynamics that change both people involved, you can’t just swap out any random kid and assume they would also bond.

[bellmo15-blog]

Bellmo The Jewel Obsessive

So, I like Rouge the Bat. But then again, who doesn’t?

Inkling Bellmo: The people who un-ironically believe that Sonic stopped being good after his transition to 3D. Or that Sonic was never good in the first place.

Funny. But yeah, I do like Rouge the Bat. She’s a fun lady with a rather nice design and a fun character and I’m glad she’s stuck around even when the internet was doing it’s dam hardest to convince everyone that “no one cared about Sonic’s dumb friends.” I wish her debut appearance wasn’t her having the same mission type as what’s already one of the worst and most tedious in Sonic Adventure 2 though, that being the dam treasure hunting stages that Knluckels has. *Though at least Rouge’s versions doesn’t have an obnoxious rap song tied to any levels. Yes, I just said that! I do not like Pumpkin Hill!* Oh also she has the best drip in the series. Like she never misses with her clothing choices. And I mean that two! Seriously, I remember people were getting upset at Sonic Prime because of Rouges outfit in that and all the while I was sitting there thinking to myself “Jokes on you! I’m into that shit!” She sadly doesn’t have a unique version of herself in Secret Rings though, probably because SEGA knew I’d never stop swooning over Rouge as a belly dancer or Arabian Princess lol. *Unless there’s an actual character from the 1001 Nights Rouge would be a fitting stand in for.*

But, Rouge’s classic outfit from Sonic Adventure 2 is still my personal favourite. And now Bellmo get’s to wear it forever while serving her wonderful mistress Rouge alongside anyone else who Rouge will turn. @.@ I’ve seen a few pics a while back of some characters being Rougified and it kinda inspired me. Getting Rouges outfit, taking on her personality traits and if necessary, gender swapping. You know how Batman Arkham Knight has that whole plot point about a couple of poor suckers becoming The Joker because of his blood? Yeah, think that but not dark and more horny. In fact, the actual transformation methord in my head is via that heart that’s part of Rouges outfit. Once some poor sap touches this it attaches to there body, changes them both physically and mentally and boom! They have a massive love for jewels and become more like Rouge. And I like this kind of TG/TF and hypno scenario where you take on some of the personality traits of that original character and there outfit just about as much as I love full on transformation where your whole physical appearance is changed to be an exsact 1-1 of that original character.

Helps that I’ve been wanting to get more TG related stuff with my sona anyway.

Artist is Z-62

[biinanzas]

@basingstokemercury okay so traits are as follows:

ben - good, family-orientated, rancher

adam - perfectionist, bookworm, music lover

hoss - good, animal enthusiast, rancher

joe - outgoing, horse lover, goofball

i think the traits that i picked all fit well, but i've actually been debating swapping out a few of the traits (because i'm so indecisive lmao):

i also wanted to give adam the genius trait because those sims are idea-orientated as well as clever (and adam is quite literally The Idea Man), plus i was thinking about giving him the loner trait (not because he's actually a loner as such) because his simself would autonomously go off by himself to look all mysterious and brood lmao

for hoss, i've been tempted to swap out the rancher trait for foodie trait because, for one, he does love his grub and two, his traits are already very similar to ben's

and i really really wanted to put in romantic and hot-headed for joe but i wasn't sure which other ones i'd swap out

also, i did set the stage in that i forced them all to stand outside together (adam and hoss kept autonomously dancing to the stereo and it was annoying tf out of me). i made joe tell a joke to adam to get the ball rolling and then he autonomously played a prank on adam and i just let the situation play out naturally 😭

little joe played a little prank on adam

"don't even try to pretend that it was funny!"

"you're incorrigible, little joe!"

but he can't stay mad at the little scamp for long

and they worked it out on the remix

................... at least joe thinks so

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

i love how flexible the concept of a roleswap can be. if i swap reigen and serizawa, am i changing which one is psychic? which one is a liar? which one is mob's mentor? which one went viral on twitter? which one used to be a shut-in? a terrorist? a water cooler salesman?

what roles do they occupy that i want to study like a bug under my magnifying glass?

but also: what is "role" and what is "character"? if i swap all of these things, what if anything is left of the original characters that makes the swap interesting? is it just aesthetics left at that point (i.e. only visually distinct) or is there still something different about the story you'd tell with them?

what is it that makes reigen essentially reigen, that you couldn't replace without making him unrecognizable? is it the same type of quality that makes serizawa essentially serizawa?

[astrolavas]

OKAY. MESSY THEORY TIME CUZ LIKE my brain is workinggggg right now. puzzle pieces are being puzzle-pieced together. elaborate thoughts are being elaborately THUNK. so bear with me-

(toh spoilers warning)

so apparently, the two brothers were both "lured into a realm of evil by a witch"

ONE OF THE BROTHERS was philip (and POSSIBLY belos), that we do know. the other one? he had a bird, kinda similar to a red cardinal, and oh, looked exactly like hunter. 

when you look at cravats and the overall outfits, then the dude who looks like hunter (the nose, the face shape, the tuft of hair) IS the dude with the bird, who in turn looks like hunter's palisman. SO philip's brother was most likely li'l rascal's original owner

now, as for PHILIP, the dude DOES kinda look like belos????? the nose, the hair, the hair tuft, the jaw shape, the Suspiciously Small Ear... Yeah?? ig???

so if belos IS philip (cuz he surely ain't the other one based on just his features) then it's possible that sth happened to his brother and THAT's what made him averse to wild magic (or that there was some drama inbetween, sth happened, yadda yadda, the curse, who knows, etc. final effect the same)

(the only thing that makes me hmmm about specifically belos being philip is cuz their voice actors are different. so?? is it just what philip sounds like in his "journal videos" but didn't sound like that irl, or did his voice/body change over the years, or did he body-swap, or is belos NOT philip? or is he partly philip? or is he just Related to philip, similarly as hunter is related to philip’s brother? well, we'll see)

been also wondering if maybe philip's brother was amongst his companions who didn't make it out of eclipse lake cuz of fool's blood, esp since precisely One of philip's companions had the exact same shoes as him..... but hmm dunno feels like he'd be more dramatic abt the accident in the journal if his brother had died (even though he never writes abt the fact that he even HAS a brother which is.. ok, sus), or (if he’s belos) he would be more careful abt hunter going there, and also that’s not rly enough of a “wild magic catastrophe” that’d make him HATE it, y’know? (or maybe, if it HAD happened like this, philip’s brother made it through one of the eclipse lake’s portals in time?? who tf knows) 

SO ANYWAY, it's possible that hunter is either 1) a descendant of the brother, or even the brother’s son (if the human had managed to live that long, somehow?? but that'd explain the "uncle" title of belos, if he’s philip), which would make him part-human, WHICH would explain perfectly why he can't do natural magic;

OR 2) it's possible that hunter rly IS a clone, except not belos' but the brother's. but how would that work? and would that rly make hunter a grimwalker? AND how would that work with the “witchy ears but a clone of a human” situation? (unless the ears are pointy just cuz he is a grimwalker/made of magic, like maybe it’s a characteristic trait just like his pink/red eyes. and then maybe he doesn’t have magic cuz he’s still like. a clone of a Human, or cuz grimwalkers just don’t have it, or cuz sth went wrong with galderstones while making him????) (also ADDITION but one of the listed ingredients for a grimwalker is a “bone of ortet.” the definition of ortet goes as follows: “the original plant from which the members of a clone have descended, created through rooted cuttings, grafting, or tissue culture” which is basically a botanical term but. it sure DOES sound like, in this case, bone of the original individual’s (AKA philip’s brother’s) could be somehow used to create their clone (AKA hunter). just... a Possibility)

aaand yeah, then there's also the question of WHY belos would do all that at all

because basically, we still don't know WHY belos needs hunter. he keeps saying that "the titan has big plans" for him and it'd be "such a hassle" to replace him. so. WHAT ARE THE PLANS?? what could they POSSIBLY be, like????? what is gonna happen on the day of unity? if belos is philip, does he need his brother (OR just his clone/descendant) to do some kinda ritual on the day of unity? or does he want to bring back his brother, using hunter as a vessel? or???? literally WHAT does belos want with hunter????? get a JOB stay away from him

(also a BIG stretch but lol was wondering why the crows were circling specifically only philip's statue like that. so i googled it (for funsies) and apparently crows are a symbol of: transformation, life mysteries, magic, alchemy...... and lowkey the emperor's coven IS bird/crow-themed too so hm) (probably a coincidence tho lol)

but yea, no idea what happened to the brother lol. IF belos is philip, then narratively it'd make sense if sth happened with him and wild magic, that would make belos/philip start hating it. but also the portal WORKED and there are their statues in the human realm and a book abt them going to the realm so maybe he just left for good? except then why didn't philip? and then how did the curse come to being? like what HAPPENED (we don’t know, we don’t have enough info)

SO LIKE. THERE'S..... LOTS of context we're missing so this is all taken from scraps and will only start making sense once we get more hints but like njxkjjkxs i dunno man, i'm looking i'm thinking i am thinking 👀👀