#thug transformation

[trashywhiteboysea]

bruh, smoke wit me

[aaronazizsasilver5]

We have sk8r thugs that are musky and help protekt the team wherever possible, if u get near one of them u wont be the same dude as before, u will become a golden sk8r musky thug too bruhs and cant think of nothin else but stink, sk8in and protectin da team

[debitdebbie]

Coping with the loss of my bbg

[bonesdontmelt]

OG Barto Club Ship

Our lady before Barto got one (1) second of validation and full sent into fandom insanity.

Black boots with white laces and gold eyelets, pants in the style of Barto himself with a pattern and coloring like the front of the boat, and a belt reflecting the cannon line along the hull. A long vest with frayed arm holes colored like the sail and with the roger on the back (not pictured). Black chest binding, red-roger earrings, green hair, and a stick for breaking legs (inspired by the figurehead just being a little wood rod).

[windydrawallday]

Right 'round, 'round, 'round

I'm quite busy irl and I have so many WIPs waiting for me to work on them and AGH. So when I can, I doodle silly stuff to make myself laugh like THIS.

No intention or provocation behind it. Take it as it is pfff.

(Lies, in my mind, there's a cheap soap opera about them trying to find common ground with Prowl but the poor thing keeps being dragged here and there, the misadventures of being tiny and easy to carry around).

[youdreamyrat-blog]

Koopa Kollar TF by Chekechoko

Art by Chekechoko! Looks like Daniel found a cool collar, and got a 'super' transformation out of it! Gwahaha!

Posted using PostyBirb

[tiny-tf-faces]

[thugs-rednecks]

Sometimes I wish someone would just take care of my financial responsibilities and mold me into a muscle loving jocked out thuggy redneck bro

[downthetubes]

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[trashywhiteboysea]

suckin dat big blunt brown dick

[wonderjanga]

How are You doing that?

Captain Marvel transforming into random objects.

Villain: *committing crime*

Carvel: *hits them in his car form*

Fawcitzen: “Thank you Captain Carvel!”

Later…

Carvel: *parked to the side*

Tourist’s Kid: *runs up to him* “Mr. Car, are you like the Batmobile?”

Carvel: “No, no no no no no I’m Captain Carvel. I’m better than the Batmobile because I’m alive.”

Tourist’s Kid: “Oh… Cool!”

This was later caught on video by the Tourist Kid’s parents. As a result, one of the batkids sold the Batmobile and challenged Carvel to race.

Batfam Member(BM): “You cheated!”

Carvel: “Nuh uh.”

BM: “Uh Yuh huh! You can’t just fly over the track. You’re supposed to actually race!”

Carvel: “Well, you didn’t say I couldn’t fly.”

BM: “Why you-”

By the way, that Batfam member 100 percent thought they were actually just talking to a sentient car.

or

Mr. Mind: *on top of a building* “Muahahaha! It’s time to execute world domination-”

Jarvel: *scoops him up inside of him cause he’s shaped like a jar*

Mr. Mind: “What the… What in the world?!”

He does this to a lot of villains, mostly common goons and thugs and let me tell you, most of them leave that jar traumatized. Civilians have no idea why and Jarvel sure as heck doesn’t either but whatever.

Black Adam: *staring at Jarvel*

Jarvel: *sitting there*

Black Adam: *proceeds to leave because he really doesn’t want to deal with this and would rather come back when the Champion was saner*

[mrrharper]

Masked Muscle

“Okay, now put it on” Chris threw the balaclava and the black t-shirt towards his boyfriend Jake, who was sitting on their bed.

“You’re sure about this?” He was clearly not sold on the idea of role play in the bedroom, but he agreed to do it anyway. He was surprised when Chris approached him earlier that day and asked if he’d be willing to dress up as a Russian thug because it really turned him on. But he decided to play along. And now Chris was standing next to him, a shit-eating grin on his face. He was enjoying himself already.

He watched as Jake took off his hoodie and tank top, then put on the t-shirt and face mask. Jake had a slim build, with muscles visible but not bulky, so the large t-shirt was looking kinda baggy on him.

"You sure you bought the right one? This looks like a skirt on me." Jake commented, but Chris wasn't really listening.

"Everything's fine, don't worry about it." He shrugged off his boyfriend's comments and waited for him to put on the balaclava. When he did he took a step closer.

"You look great, babe" He said, and saw Jake's eyebrows rise a bit, but he saw a glimpse of a smile under the face mask.

Then the fun started.

Chris took a step backward, as he saw that the process was beginning. Jake suddenly stopped moving, now standing still, and all his muscles started expanding. His shoulders and chest quickly filled out thew t-shirt, which now hugged his upper body tightly. His arms turned form sticks to beefy guns, with bulky biceps covered in veins. His slim stomach gets covered in muscle, same with his legs that turned into tree trunks.

The entire transformation lasted only a minute or so, and after was done Jake looked at Chris confused.

"Chris... Chris, babe, what... what happened?" He asked, his voice unsteady and anxious.

"Nothing you have to worry about, Jake. I'm just making sure you're prepared for your 'role play' later" He still has a smug smirk on his face, because he knew what was coming next.

Jake was hit with a sudden headache. A painful feeling, as if his brain was squeezed. He groaned and leaned against the wall, hoping it would pass quickly.

"Holy shit... uuuugh... blyat" he murmured to himself "Wait... blyat? Vat? I no speak... Nyet, vat is happen? Chris, vat is happen to me?"

Jake, now speaking with a heavy and thick Russian accent, turned towards Chris, his expression quickly shifting from surprise to aggression. But Chris didn't even flinch, he was in control of the situation the entire time.

"Stop whining, Sasha. You're not here to complain, you're here to obey!" When he called him 'Sasha', Jake's eyes glazed over for a moment and he froze. A few seconds later he was back, but it was not Jake.

"Da, boss. Sasha here to work and make dirty job for boss" He stood straight, almost like a soldier, and puffed out his chest, clearly wanting to show off his muscles. Chris was in heaven. He took a step closer.

"Yes, my loyal brute. You will do exactly as I say, without hesitation."

"Da, no hesitation, nyet. Only strong and obey you, boss" Sasha's voice was deeper that Jake's, he grunted more and was clearly struggling with English vocabulary.

"Oh yeah" Chris growled as he stood inches from Sasha, hunger in his eyes. "Flex for me, brute"

"Da, boss" Sasha nodded and lifted his arms into a double biceps pose. His muscles ballooned, with biceps the size of footballs.

"I strong muscle, boss use Sasha strong muscle" The Russian grunted as he flexed.

"Oh, I will use them, don't you worry" Chris drawled in response, ready to play.

[superectojazzmage]

A big aspect of the Skybound Transformers - as I've observed before - is framing the Autobots and Decepticons as akin to dysfunctional families, and I really adore all the ways that manifest. But in particular I like how Starscream and Soundwave are depicted as basically abused siblings who each learn horrible things from abusive father figure Megatron, causing them to perpetuate the cycle of abuse in their own ways.

Starscream picked up - or rather, had it beat into him - Megatron's viciousness and general toxic-masculine meathead worldview. He spent his youth being essentially slapped up the head and told to act like a man or else he was a pussy and no son of Megatron's is gonna be a pussy. Thus you get his present day self as basically an insecure thug who's constantly bullying everyone around him and blows up at the slightest provocation because he thinks that if he shows any softness whatsoever than he'll be a failure of a man, and that to show weakness is to be hurt. He beats around the other Decepticons and threatens them into following his lead, repeating the exact kind of treatment Megatron subjected him to, and he does it just because that's what he's been taught a leader is like.

Soundwave picked up Megatron's holier-than-thou attitude, hypocrisy, and warped "family comes first" ethos. He genuinely wants to do what's right by his fellow Decepticons, but also cares about them over everything else and thinks nothing of violating his own morals for their sake. And as he commits awful crimes, he avoids reflecting on the implications of what he's doing by using "the cause" as a blanket justification for everything he does, convincing himself that he lacks agency. In his head, it's not HIS fault he kills people, he HAS to do it, his troops are counting on him and the new world that will be born from a Decepticon victory will make all the suffering mean something. And when the other Decepticons question it, he just berates and guilt trips them back in line to avoid having to question himself, becoming the exact kind of domineering jerk of a commander that he hates.

I might make another post about the other examples of this theme, but for now I'll just say, if you're not reading Daniel Warren Johnson's Transformers, you NEED to be reading it, it's so damn good.

[youdreamyrat-blog]

Bad Influence by Jamezansu

Art By Jamezansu in July of 2020

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[swapauanon]

Okay so, something I just realized: Megatron might just be THE most versatile character in the Transformers mythos.

Think about it, he can be a pure evil dictator, a tragic anti-villain, an anti-hero, a revolutionary who lost his way, the face of the system, a random thug who stumbled upon some dangerous resources, or a cool uncle figure.

Seriously, it's interesting how many roles he can fill WITHOUT straying from his original archetype.

[sitepathos]

Hello, I’m the one that asked about the ability to see footage of the kidnapping. Do you think the megamycete could show them/transform into what y/n looked like in what were supposed to be his final moments in the cavern? If the family does not have visual representation of their neglect in the form of the footage could they get it from the megamycete?

I’ve had plenty of people ask about how the bats would react to seeing the Megamycete mimic Y/N after being beat up by the kidnappers and one or two people asking about how Jason would feel since he and Y/N are basically the same, so I thought I’d combine the Bats’ reaction plus Jason’s thoughts on this situation. Hope this makes a lot of people happy!

As the Megamycete talks to this group of misfits, informing them on how it and you had come to be joined, an idea enters its mind and it struggles to keep a smirk from appearing on its face.

They claim to feel bad for how they treated you for over ten years, so why not add to their guilt by showing them what became of you that horrible night?

A feeling of pity surges through its consciousness. Those feelings of pain were so fresh in your mind when it connected to you. Prior to meeting you, all those its roots embraced had long since passed away, their memories and experiences a mere shadow of their former selves. It was only with you that it knew what true pain could be, both physically and mental.

If there is a hell, the Megamycete sincerely hopes those three common thugs are burning in it.

While those three are no longer here for it to inflict misery upon, your “family” is right here and ripe for psychological warfare.

“Do you remember what you said that night,” it says as it closes the gap between it and Bruce, shifting its physical form.

It revels in the look of horror in Bruce’s face as he realizes what it now looks like. The Megamycete took the form of you right now, but now it resembles what you looked like that night you were tossed into its cavern like trash, complete with your torn, disheveled uniform to grievous wounds, even the angles of its limbs resembling those of your that night.

“You said that they did not have your son and that all your children were home with you.” It grabs the pitiful excuse of a man by the collar and pulls him closer so he can see the bullet wound and near-lifeless eyes that adorned your face. “You made it clear you did not see him as family.”

Bruce Wayne has the decency to look horrified, but it does not bring the Megamycete the joy it thought it would; instead, it only serves to make it angrier at the man.

He had no idea what you had to endure that horrible night. You were beaten to near-death and then disposed of like you were garbage and not a person and he has the nerve to claim to be your father.

It releases the man and faces the others.

“This is what became of him after that call,” it says, motioning to itself. “The leader beat him with a lead pipe before shooting him in the head like an animal in retaliation of the humiliation you gave him during that call. How can you claim to be his family when you are responsible for this?”

They are all horrified, but that does little to make the Megamycete feel better. In fact, it only adds fuel to its hatred towards these people.

“Do you know what his final thoughts were while he struggled with the pain and misery? He wished for death.”

The collective sigh they release echoes through the cave.

Bruce thought he’d failed you in every way possible, but this has opened his eyes to a new low he didn’t know he’d sunken to.

You never should’ve been walking around Gotham in the first place, even in broad daylight, the city’s practically a minefield. You were relying on Alfred for rides when he should’ve bought you your first car when you turned sixteen so you that you’d always have a reliable way of getting around.

Hell, he would’ve been more than happy to drive you around himself (something he should’ve been doing since you moved in).

The fact that you thought him so unreliable that you would rather brave the dangers of Crime Alley instead of calling him is nothing less depressing.

And when you finally decided to call on him to help, probably the first time you;d ever done that, and he makes it abundantly clear he didn’t see you as one of his children. He couldn’t even be bothered to listen to the whole phone call so he could track down three random men calling him for a ransom.

And to see how you were treated after that, by being beaten like an animal and shot in the head?

He failed you his firstborn, his baby boy.

Maybe he never should’ve been a father after all…

This isn’t the first time he’s failed one of his children (and probably won’t be the last), but this is definitely one of his worst failures.

“Y/N… I’m so sorry…”

Dick is fighting back tears at the sight of you bloody and beaten, your limbs twisted at angles that definitely look like they hurt.

He’s always prided himself on being the best big brother possible, always carving out time for his little brothers and sisters. No matter how busy he was juggling both Gotham and Blüdhaven, he’d always come running when one of his siblings called out for help.

But this is proof he’s not fit to be your big brother. Because if he was, he would’ve rushed out to find you, beat those three thugs to a pulp, and carried you back to the manor in his arms and never let you out of his sight again.

But no, you weren’t even an afterthought to him.

He knew that you lived in the manor, but he never stopped and thought how you were adapting to life in Gotham (he had no idea you were from Nevada before Alfred told him), nor did he even ask how you were doing after losing your mom.

He just assumed somebody had to be taking care of you, but he didn’t know Alfred was basically responsible for everything they shouldve been doing.

Everything he should’ve been doing.

Now this… thing is inside you, doing who knows what and he’s not there to help you, his baby bird.

As Jason looks upon the condition the recreation of you that night, he’s taken back to that night with Joker.

How many times had you been hit with that lead pipe to look like that?

As much as he was hit with that fucking crowbar?

More?

Shit, he’s accused Bruce of replacing him with Tim and he goes and does he the exact same thing with you!

Jason’s always thought of himself as Batman’s greatest failure, but he was actually yours. He knows Bruce is incapable of caring for himself, let alone children, but he was too blinded by his own vendetta to see you were suffering just like him.

Christ, he really is a failure.

Shit, if he had just a tiny bot of integrity, he would’ve gone out, killed those three fuckers, and taken you to one of his safe houses.

Hell, if he had just a tiny bit of integrity, he would’ve taken you out of that damn mansion when he met you and taken you with him where you’d have a somewhat normal life.

But no, he had to go and take his anger for Bruce out on you, a poor kid who lost his mom and dragged to live with an emotionally constipated vigilante, and couldn’t see that you were suffering just like him.

He really is a failure.

Tim takes note of the injuries, committing every detail to memory that will no doubt haunt him when he actually tries to sleep.

He’s always prided himself on knowing everything that goes on around him (there’s no such thing as privacy in this family), but he had no idea that you had a job, let alone had to rely on Alfred to bring you to and from your job.

Hell, he hasn’t given you a second thought since he met you.

He can still remember what it felt like being greeted by an empty house because his parents thought going to some fancy party or an overseas dig site. He’d never wish that kind of loneliness on anyone.

But he did. He wished it on you.

He took love and attention that could’ve gone to you and he couldn’t even be bothered to give you any of his attention.

When he first met you, he was surprised to hear that Bruce Wayne had a biological son, but saw nothing worth his attention. You obviously weren’t trained to be a Robin and there was nothing mysterious about you to warrant him into digging into your past.

You obviously came from outside of Gotham, raised by your mother, and now you were living in Wayne Manor because something happened to her. Pretty open and shut.

But there was more to you and he was too stupid to see it.

He could’ve been there for you, like a good brother, but no, he had to go and do to you what his parents did to him.

He’ll make it up to you.

As soon as he finds a way to get this mold out of you, he’ll spend every waking moment of every day finding out everything about you.

Steph is mortified by what you look like.

For the first time in her life, she actually has nothing to say.

She’s been told that her mouth is going to get her in trouble one day, but she never thought she’d get someone else into trouble.

She can remember mocking that guy who called them and she wonders how many hits you got because she had to go and open her mouth and say something smart.

It was bad enough that she ignored you just like them, but she had to go and say something to piss off your kidnapper and get you in trouble.

God, she really is the worst.

Cass takes in your injuries.

Your attacker was clearly guided by his anger, striking you in random areas to take his anger out and cause you pain.

She winces at the thought of you being hit by some common thug like you were some misbehaving dog.

You lacked their training, notably their resilience to torture, so you had to experience pain unlike any other you’ve experienced before.

She thought she had managed to shed her background as a living weapon and knew how to care for a family, but you were proof she would never be free of her upbringing.

If she couldn’t care for someone like you, how can she care for the rest of her family?

There are only a few times in Damian’s life that he feels like he’s failed and every time he vows to never fail again.

In the League of Assassins, failure is unacceptable and he learned to avoid it before he could talk.

Prior to coming to Gotham, he could count his failures on one hand and not use all his fingers.

But hearing you be taken from under their noses by some common thugs and beaten within an inch of your life is definitely a failure.

A massive failure. Possibly his biggest failure in his entire life.

You are his brother.

Granted you’re his older brother, but his training made him more capable of protecting you than anyone else.

But he didn’t.

He was too focused on proving himself superior to all others he never thought to see you were an opportunity for him to know something else other than combat and training and missions.

He could’ve known what it was like to be close to someone else he shares blood with. To let his guard down around another person and know unconditional love.

If he had done that when he first met you, then he would’ve known you were missing that day and made those lowlifes who thought they had the right to put their hands on their betters rue the day their mothers brought them into this world.

But no, even with his perfect memory, he forgot all about you and mocked your kidnappers just like the rest of his family.

And you paid the price for it.

To say Alfred is mortified is an understatement.

He had misgivings about being gone for so long and leaving you without proper support, but had he known something like this would’ve happened, he wouldn’t have left your side let alone the country.

It he did. And this is the result.

You were left at the mercy of criminals and when you reached out for help, this is what happened.

His poor boy…

The pain you went through…

And to wish for death at the end of it…

He never should’ve left you.

He never should’ve left…