#true mass protein

[fear-is-truth]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 . . . hc .ᐟ ⭑ 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐰

⟢ tags — fem!reader﹒headcanons﹒domestic fluff﹒nsfw﹒mdni﹒smut﹒kinky rp﹒blasphemy

a/n: requested by… i’m pretty sure i remember who sent the req but not confident enough to @

you’ve mastered the art of meal prepping for him—chicken breasts, egg whites, protein shakes etc. he’ll sneak up to you from behind while you’re cooking, kissing the top of your head as a thank you.

his “controversial” youtube channel, where he films fitness and cycling classes, is something you secretly love to watch him record. you’ll often peek from the doorway as he’s filming, watching as he passionately leads the class, shirtless and full of energy, talking about strength and spirituality.

the two of you have a growing collection of houseplants that charlie swears he’s responsible for watering (even though you know you do most of it). he’s also been talking about getting a pet dog—and he gets excited just thinking about it.

you have a ritual of watching true crime documentaries in bed. he’d throw in some commentary during the episodes, pointing out details others would miss and making sarcastic remarks about the criminals’ poor decisions. you can tell he’s fascinated by the psychology of it all, even though some of his comments make you playfully swat his arm for being a bit too dark.

he’s dedicated to his morning jogs and always tries to convince you to join him, but on most days, you’re still in bed when he gets back, all sweaty and smug. he’ll kiss you awake like sleeping beauty and tell you that he’s already done your workout for you.

he’s super buff. strong enough to lift you effortlessly, and loves showing off. charlie would sweep you off your feet at random moments—like when you’re about to leave the house, or after a long day when he insists on carrying you to bed. he always jokes about how he’ll never get tired of it, no matter how many times you roll your eyes at his over-the-top gestures.

nsfw — mdni

after groundbreaking sex, you’ll be snuggled in bed, and suddenly, he’ll ask, “so, if you had to commit the perfect crime, how would you do it?” charlie loves watching you try to come up with a serious answer, and then he’ll one-up you with some morbid trivia or a clever solution.

one day he got his hands on a nun’s habit, and casually suggests you try it on. the whole thing was more than a bit blasphemous, considering his position, but you decided to humour him. as soon as you put it on, he was all over you.

confessing (in great detail) to him in the confessional booth about how you touched yourself when he’s not there.

christening your shared apartment by fucking you in every room, and on every available surface.

when you’ve ran out of surfaces, it extended to the church.

he has fucked you in the confessional booth at least once.

charlie has crazy stamina—partly because he works out and partly because he’s “blessed by god”.

you have a stash of homemade porn videos that you’ve filmed together.

talked you into wearing vibrating panties to mass. sitting in the front row for him to admire the tiny expressions in your face.

using holy anointing oil to give you full-body massages.

rehearsing his sermons while you cockwarm him.

charlie likes to leave the bathroom door slightly ajar when he’s taking a shower, knowing you’ll peek in. more than often, you join him, the sound of your clothes dropping to the floor muted by the running water. steam fogs up the bathroom as his hands find their way to your hips, pulling you under the water.

he’d scoop you up in his arms, pinning you securely between him and the wall. you’d cling onto charlie like a koala, wrapping your legs around his waist while kissing him, fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed you back with equal fervour, him slipping his tongue past your lips and exploring your mouth lazily.

when he senses your impatience—the telltale tightening of your grip on his hair or the small whine that passed between your connected lips, he’d waste no time lining himself to your entrance and filling you with one deep thrust.

MLIST  fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[bigwishes]

Hope you're doing well. Just wanted to ask the genie for one wish... to swap bodies with my dumb sweaty bear of a roommate. We couldn't be more different, I'm a clean twink-ish comp sci major and I don't even know what he's majoring in cause all he does is eat, game, and work out. I complain about his lifestyle but secretly... I'm jealous. Jealous of how little he cares about grades or hygiene. Only caring about muscles and sports. I just want to know what it'd be like to be in his shoes for once even for a day. Then he'd be the one complaining to me about how much the house stinks and I'd be the one without a care in the world.

Took me a while to even see this one, but sure your wish is my command a big muscled sweaty bear who stinks? easy enough. first you start with your muscle mass, slowly pumping up, splitting through your shirt, growing more and more by the second, you can't help but flex and worship yourself as your muscles expand to freakish proportions.

its almost impossible for you to keep your hands off yourself as you moan in pleasure wanting more, to grow bigger, to get bigger,

soon a thick beard starts to grow from your jawline making you look like a beefed up lumberjack who works out non stop. A potent BO fills the room as your pits grow damp and start to stink, sweat drips down from them trailing your lats making you look like you just finished a workout.

You feel heavy trying to haul around your big muscular body, which doesnt help with the sweat, each step is an effort in itself causing you to sweat. You feel the fabric of your underwear strain and get wet around your groin and in between your ass as your body over produces sweat.

You begin to huff, each movement you perform leaving you out of breath. As you sit down the the couch to take a break you feel the cold wetness as the fabric absorbs your sweat.

A moment of peace passes as you try and catch your breath then your stomach growls. You do remember you wished to be a bear? six pack abs aren't very fitting.

You gut grows tight and you moan in pain as it growls, before long it starts to puff forward, looking bloated before shortly being covered in a layer of fat and hair.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP

you belch without warning, the powerful smell of protein feels the room and you look down to see the new you.

Big and Bulky are the words that best describe you now. A giant bodybuilder covered in a winter layer of fat, a true muscle bear.

Suddenly your door swings open as your roommate walks in. You expected to see the beast you'd gotten used to living with but instead a clean cut jock walked through the door carrying a pizza, protein shake and a box of chocolate muffins. You threw them down on the coffee table in front of you.

"got you what you asked for dude" instantly without saying thanks, your dove for the food alternating between shoving multiple slices of pizza in your mouth and chugging the protein shake, the shake dripped down the side of your lips and ran onto your chest.

"god how do you live like this you freak"

Hearing his words made your ears perk up, but not enough for you to stop eating.

"you are such a fucking slob dude"

You dick suddenly became hard hearing him insult you.

"and your fucking reek, jesus christ, you eat like a monster, stink like 40 gyms combined and have such a grotesque amount of muscle on your body"

Instantly you blew your load into your underwear hearing him talking about how much of a fucking slob you are.

You'd never felt so turned on, being so big, being so hungry, being humiliated by such a hot guy.

you had forgotten you even made a wish to begin with, and were ready to spend your life as a beasty bear.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP

[satans-codpiece]

8 with screamer pls

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

(Implicitly TFP Starscream, post-Partners. Him sneaking around the Nemesis is so good for this.)

----

You thought you were dying; that someone's finally come to kill the High Command's pet human in an idiotic power play-

Until he was shushing you.

"What are you doing here?"

You hadn't seen him in weeks, months-- you still didn't see him as talons had curled together in a protective cup. Until your demand registered in his audials and each towering rod of metal sprung apart.

"ME???" He hisses, optics wide, lighting up the room in scarlet. All around you, his thin digits twitch with indignation. He holds you at chest height, but even here he makes you look up to see him. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm running on fumes out there and-" Starscream's head whips towards the door. All at once the red light that had been bathing you is gone, illuminating dark metal. It takes another several seconds before you hear what had drawn his attention. Footsteps- several in succession. A squad of Vehicons. Were they there for him? You turn back towards him and truly take in his appearance. As bright as his lights are in the pitch black room, they're dim- dim for how blinding they should be with him keyed up, ready to fight whatever came through the door. Worse, him looking away gives you the perfect view of the horrid scratch just below his right optic.

He holds you so close, so precariously folding his limbs to fit into the closet anyway- you stretch up onto your tip toes and reach for him. "Starscream..."

Your fingertips barely brush metal. His face snaps back towards you.

In an instant you can see it, plain as though he'd told you himself. He didn't come back for you-- not that you would have expected him to, he was hardly the most dedicated of them-- but now that he has you in his servos again... The apertures of his optics spin, watching you, betraying more than he would ever want to say. Outside, the footsteps recede.

"I was worried about you." You say, "I missed you." and it's true. When you reach for him again, he lets you touch, your tiny palm against his massive, cool cheek.

"Of course you did." Starscream says on instinct. But the waver of his optics, of his derma means there's something else. Starscream quiets as he struggles to say something with sincerity. Evidently, he doesn't quite get there. "I can't mass displace." It's not what he really means to say, replaces his first-line defense of sarcasm and self-aggrandizement with second-line allusion. It's enough to give you pause- "Have to be quick." and that's enough for you to push it aside.

You nod, instantly breathless. You don't know what quick means to him right now, so you skip the formalities and kick your pants off the edge of his servo. His optics darken at the sight of you adjusting, settling back against the quickly warming plates.

And when you part your legs for him- his engine hums, spooling up despite his attempts to suppress the sound- and his glossa spills from his intake. Slick, smooth metal joints trace up your thigh- and that's all the warm-up you get before he's sliding between your lips.

A gasp rips its way from your mouth- and you quickly cover it with your hand, sinking your teeth into your fingers just to keep quiet. From the heat in Starscream's gaze and the momentary flick of his wings, you think he'd wish you wouldn't- regardless of how tactically sound that impulse is.

He drags his glossa up nice and slow, lets his optics shutter, rerouting processing power to the chemical sensors on his glossa. It's been a quartex- no, two- since he last tasted you and your strange little organic lubricant. It's sweet and so strangely inert, his drained tanks aching for energy-dense fuel, not the delicious strings of proteins you leak so obligingly onto his glossa.

His faceplate is cool when he draws his servo even closer, your thighs pressing up to rough-worn metal. You sigh for the contact, squirm in his palm as his languid licks turn intentional, the tapered tip prodding at your entrance while the base rubs teasingly across your clit.

"Star," You sigh into your fist. He must hear it- because his engine gives a stuttering, half-aborted purr and his glossa pushes in.

With so little effort, he fills you- and your warmth, your softness, your taste surrounds him. This time, his engine's spooling goes unchecked, a deep rumble that rises in pitch- and yet does nothing to hide the distinctive shnk of his panel opening.

You wish you had the time, that he had the energy to fuck you properly. It's been so long, and as nice as his glossa feels pumping into you, squirming deliciously against your walls, it's not the same.

Around you, his talons twitch again- and now you watch his arm move and stroke himself with a pace that shuns the very concept of patience. Heat bursts from his vents, fans clicking ever higher in vain. It's been too long- too long without him, too long worrying. There's no room for the nice, slow reunion fuck you each deserved.

"Close," You gasp, but he already knows. He's felt how your soft, squishing walls keep trying to clamp down on his glossa, as though you could trap him inside that soft, wet little frame-

"Yes, yes," He purrs- voice rumbling unimpeded from his vox. Red light washes over your tiny body as he re-engages his optics, watches as you squirm in his servo-

And when you cry out, "Star!" body going rigid because of him- for him- Starscream's engine stutters, skips a cycle and he moans against your skin. His arm trembles, struggles to work himself through his own overload.

He leans away, his vents hot like desert air on your skin. The light of his optics has dimmed, lowered in the wake of his spent charge- but still coat your body in a garnet gleam, every inch of you painted red for him.

You rub your hand along his, feel the grooves between plates. "Do you have to go?" You murmur, staring up him.

"I'll be back." Starscream promises, stroking your body so carefully with one long, sharp talon. "I'll find you."

[octuscle]

Dear Chronivac Support,

I am a nerd who doesn't get high grades, despite studying a lot my grades are not the best, and my roommate is a smart jock. He's muscular, handsome, well-groomed, and intelligent. I find this an affront to the balance of stereotypes. How can I adjust the Chronivac so that he slowly loses intelligence until he becomes a traditional dumb jock with grades much worse than mine?

We are in the Holy Week… And envy is a mortal sin. You're not seriously asking me to punish your roommate just because he's smarter, more handsome and more charismatic than you are? But we can do something about the fact that you look like a nerd but are more of an intellectual jock! We can equalize that!

When you wake up the next morning, it's somehow no longer your room. There are posters of ice hockey and football players on the walls. There are lots of dirty clothes, pizza boxes and beer cans on the floor. It smells a bit. But it could also be you. A deep breath from your armpit. Yep, you're not entirely innocent of the smell. You didn't shut down your computer last night. The porn site is still open. And you haven't wiped away the wank stains on the keyboard either. You're a bit disgusted with your own place right now. But only for a few moments. Hey, you're young, you're having fun, if the dirt bothers you, clean it up. And your cool flatmate doesn't mind. Even if he's a lot tidier himself.

No clean clothes in your wardrobe again. You could now ask your bruh if he has anything for you. But unfortunately, his clothes wouldn't fit you anyway. You are separated by a few kilograms of pure muscle mass. But if the lectures are boring again, you'll go to the gym and try to catch up with your muscles. And the next lectures will be boring. So you can actually go straight to university in the clothes you want to work out in afterwards.

As you stand in front of the mirror in your smelly, dirty tank top and old, washed-out sweatshorts, you think for a moment about how silly you look. The clothes are two sizes too big for you. And with your nerdy pot haircut, everything looks even worse. You grab one of your flatmate's caps. Much better! And off you go.

Shit, you chose business studies so you wouldn't have to do so much math. It's a hell of a lot of math. The exams are back today. C-. Shit, damn it! You've got so much… Well, to be honest, you haven't studied at all. Even though he's sitting three rows in front of you, you can see your roommate grinning. You can already imagine what kind of grade he got.

You took your bad mood out on the weights. Hehehe, three hours in lectures, four hours in the gym. Good ratio. If only your parents knew. They would certainly cut your monthly allowance. But who's going to tell them?

When you get home, your flatmate is snoring on the sofa. His exam is on the table. A-. Well, everyone has a bad day. His snoring is contagious. You just manage to make yourself a protein shake and down it. Then a proper protein fart. Yeah, that was a good one! And then you collapse onto the sofa.

You dream that you are a nerd. But not one of those who have a doctorate in physics after two semesters. One who is clumsy in sports and dumb in math. Someone with just two single hairs on their chest. One with a fluffy, fuzzy beard. And one with no muscles at all. Crazy dream! Although, the part about being dumb at math… That's true!

[chunkierboi]

How are you able to maintain all the muscle in your arms, leg, rest of your body etc, but still keep the extra fat? I’ve always been quite interested in this method of gaining

honestly… not to assume this is what you think, but there are people that believe there is like this trade off between fat and muscle, that just is not true at all. Fat does not turn into muscle, nor vice versa.

For my boyfriend he is actively cutting rn, so he counting his macros, measuring his protein, and eating at a calorie deficit. Keeping up with his protein intake will help at least maintain his muscle mass. For him what this looks like is eating a lot of protein, preferably leaner meats and then protein drinks and then making sure he does not exceed “X” amount of calories. Because it’s the calories that really stacks ups and gets stored into fat.

Now for me, I actually don’t count my protein intake, but I eat a fuck ton because it tends to be more than my boyfriend consumes, but in addition, I eat a fuck ton more calories than he does and really carb up as well. For me, I try to aim to at least consume 4000 calories a day, sometimes way more, so I’m usually calculating to see how much calories this and that are before I even eat. 3,500 calories = 1 lb of fat, so I figured I have to eat mooore than that to continue gaining weight everyday. I actually probably could go heavier lifting upper body wise, but I’m more focused on growing my legs these days, aside from gaining more and more fat.

Hope this kind of makes, I probably could’ve worded some stuff better.

[hanszoe]

i guess i had a longer post before but since i'm working on it now, a quick summary of hans' muscle composition

first is that they have a lot of explosive strength. their height and weight was confirmed as 170cm/5'7" 60kg/132lbs even before the anime adaptation, so it's true to how isayama imagined them. in the above scene that compares to pastor nick's height and weight of 192cm/6'3.5" 72kg/159lbs.

in the anime adaptation this action lasts a total of 1m14s.

35s - bearing initial weight. nick is still supporting himself and hans is not holding him that far from their combined center of mass. 22s - hans pushes him further over the ledge, increasing the distance of their center of mass from their body. this increases the amount of force that they must exert in order to hold him up. at this point hans' arm begins to shake, caused by their muscles beginning to alternate between fibers to distribute demand 17s - nick stops supporting his own weight, further increasing the amount of force hans has to exert to hold him up. killing him should not only be a mental question but also a physical one at this point

they then use the last of their strength to throw him back over the ledge. their entire body is shaking when they sit down.

the situation is somewhat unrealistic, especially hans' pose as regardless of their muscle strength they are at a major mass disadvantage and would absolutely have to place more of their own weight away from the ledge (this would naturally occur by widening their stance and lifting their unused arm on the opposite side) to avoid falling, but overall within the realm of possibility. regardless, it takes a lot of explosive strength to do something like this.

hans also has similar explosive strength on a few other occasions, notably when they kick over this table.

however in contrast, they don't seem to have much endurance

they're so exhausted from running presumably just a short distance from their horse to tell erwin that they drop to the floor lol. as if it were a regular occurrence, erwin just gets them a glass of water

so hans' endurance definitely doesn't compare to their explosive strength. which actually makes sense, considering two totally different types of muscle fibers control these types of movements.

the first type, which hans definitely has a large distribution of, are fast twitch muscle fibers. those ones use an anaerobic process to generate energy, which is also why they aren't breathing heavily after holding nick over the ledge, as their muscles used almost entirely anaerobic glycolysis to generate the energy required for the action.

the second are slow twitch fibers, used over longer durations. they use aerobic metabolism to generate energy, so this is why hans is breathing so heavily after running.

based on the disparity in their respective areas of strength, hans most likely has a higher distribution of fast twitch fibers. there is a certain gene which controls this, the ACTN3 gene. that one encodes alpha-actinin-3, which is a protein only expressed in fast twitch muscle fibers. allele variations control whether alpha-actinin-3 is actually encoded at all. individuals with a CC genotype have full expression of the gene, whereas CT or TT result in reduced production up to no production at all in individuals with a TT genotype. this is called ACTN3 deficiency. without alpha-actinin-3, muscles are shifted towards aerobic metabolism and fast twitch fibers work less efficiently.

it's actually very cool that hans' physical strength is so consistent in this way that we can even speculate on their muscle composition, up to them likely having a CC ACTN3 genotype. i haven't read much of isayama's blog but he used to post a lot about sports up to betting and predictions, so it seems like his particular athletic knowledge came into use here to depict them.

[cowgirlgirl2002]

Very tired of hearing how women think their weak and how men are biologically better when is is actually not true at all so here's why women are stronger, I'll put medical and scientific facts about women

1. Women have stronger Immune system

Females have better innate and adaptive immune responses to disease-causing pathogens than males. Females also produce better protective antibodies following vaccination against flu, yellow fever, dengue, and viral infections.

Females typically develop higher innate, humoral and cellular immune responses to viral infections and in response to vaccine

Women see more colors than men

Even when compared to males who have not been diagnosed with color blindness, women seem to be able to distinguish between colors more easily than men. This allows women to more accurately identify the color of an object that may be between two similar hues, like blue and green.

Women have better night vision

However, studies have suggested that there may be slight differences in night vision between men and women. One study published in the journal Ophthalmic and Physiological Optics found that women had better visual acuity in low-light conditions than men.

Women have better muscle endurance

While men usually have the upper-hand when it comes to strength, it may be surprising to many that women may actually have better muscle endurance than men do. Research has shown that in stamina-related exercises, women were able to exercise for about 75% longer than men could. It is suggested that the presence of estrogen in women makes their muscles more resistant to fatigue, and that women have more efficient metabolism within their muscles as compared to men.

Their bodies are structurally made for greater flexibility

When it comes to stretching and flexibility, women have an advantage in several ways.Firstly, their female muscles and tendons contain more elastin, the protein which gives our muscles, organs and skin the ability to stretch, and this gives them greater flexibility on the whole.

Women have higher levels of estrogen in their bodies, leading to wider hips that allow greater movement and flexibility in the pelvic region

Women are way more agile

Women on the other hand have greater agility.This is partly explained by the fact they are smaller and have a lower centre of mass thus are able to change direction and move quicker than their male counterparts. In addition balance is better for the same reason.

Women have stronger legs/lower body

In lower body absolute strength, a woman is 75% as strong as a man. This difference is usually attributed to the similar daily usage of legs between men and women. Both walk and use our lower body muscles about the same. This is not the case in daily activities using upper body strength.

Women have higher survival rate than men

Analysis of three centuries of historical data showed women are more likely than men to survive famines and epidemics. Their advantage is earned early. Female newborns were more likely to survive trying circumstances during the last three centuries. women has fundamental biological underpinnings is supported by the fact that even under these very harsh conditions, women survive better than men, and this starts at a very young age.

Women are more resilient

Several studies show that women score higher on the resilience scale than men. A study found that women outlived men during severe famines and epidemics. This survival advantage was found to be modulated by an interaction of biological, environmental and social factors.

They have better chances of surviving traumatic injuries

Another likely reason for women's longer life expectancy could be the fact that they have higher chances of surviving injury and trauma. Researchers, in studying data on patients who arrived at hospitals with traumatic injuries, found that women in the age range of 13 – 64 were significantly more likely to survive. Again, the key to this advantage may lie in the higher levels of female sex hormones in women, which may have an enhancing effect on the immune system.

Women have better memory

Remembering the faces of people you have just met may be a challenge for many, but it may be apparently less so for women in general. Women have been found to be stronger in memory skills than men, as suggested in studies where they outdid men in memory tests. Their superior memory skills are not just limited to remembering things, like items on a list, but also faces of people as well. Other studies have found that women can remember faces better than men, as they unconsciously spend more time studying features of new faces.

[utopians]

PSYCHO NYMPH EXILE // A SACRED AND TERRIBLE AIR

transcripts in alt text and under the cut

[image 1: black text on white background reading, "They evacuate people through the night cities, trying to outstrip perceived horizons of disintegration. These relocation attempts break down as matter ceases to perform. Fuel is water and water is air. Walls are soft. Push a truck until the wheels slough off. Sit on the couch and watch people with a little more energy take your food."]

[image 2: black text on a sepia background reading, "Then, when the stars bend under the destruction falling from above, many can no longer take the phrase “the end of the world” entirely seriously. The panic has cooled. In the strange indifference of the evacuation, whole families stay behind in Vaasa. There they play board games, in their houses, in their spacious apartments. They love vitamin-rich food, and when the pale is only a few days away, it’s always signalled by the same beautiful event. Fruits go mouldy. It grows vigorously on them. Children listen to oranges crackling on the table. Spores sprout from the pulp, apples are hairy with it. If you try to touch them, they crack open. No one knows why it’s like that. But few can muster the energy to be afraid of that time, and that's why I say it's beautiful."]

[image 3: black text on a white background reading, "Vellus and Isidol loot a mansion, kicking through walls like sand. The owner is looking for them with a flashlight, listening for the vibration of their hearts transmitted through the hollow surfaces, hunting for ghosts. They run, bending the taffy bars of the fence.

They scored a jacket and some dehydrated fruit. They curl up together in a funicular stranded on a rusty rail, cozy metal box with ashen windows, seat cushions for pillows.]

[image 4: black text on a sepia background reading, "Nothing seems to stop future ecologically-oriented projects there either. In the very last months, when the pale is creeping across the ocean towards Vaasa, lobby groups against light pollution see their grand dream come true. Industrial and commercial buildings turn off artificial lighting at the end of the working day, and street lamps are shielded with special filters. As the first and last big city in the history of the world, Vaasa completely eliminates light pollution. This isn’t just a measure against bomb raids – it also saves birds who might otherwise get lost in the city's maze of lights, and harbour seals whose mating rhythms are disrupted when the day is too long. You may laugh at this, but in the evening, when the big world in the distance swells into a bloody maelstrom, families come out into the street in Vaasa and are insignificant together. Only distant explosions disturb the deep peace of the winter night, its flawless starry sky. Everyone watches, heads tilted back."]

[image 5: black text on a white background reading, "The sun shines like a sick moon.

Holding hands, feeling her thin and brittle wrist. Rubbing her palm nervously, like you always did, leaves flakes now, ashen thumbprints.

Vellus and Isidol are becoming part of the dust storm."]

[image 6: black text on a sepia background that reads, "Like everyone else, she can't do anything in this extended stay, where one’s sense of the present slowly drifts away. But whereas the others dissolve into their memories, she simply disappears. It’s as if her life had never happened. The past is not awaiting her return. She just wanders around the rooms, adjusts her grandmother's lace doily and bedspreads, arranges the curtains on the rails. And thus, tastefully, she refuses to indulge in those ecstasies which visit the human spirit when the world is disintegrating. Nothing leaves her hands, and nothing returns.

When Katla finally sinks into the pale, Ann-Margret Lund turns, without the slightest pleasure, into a protein mass."]

[transformation4life]

Protein Makes the Body Grow Bigger

Suggested by: @bigwishes

The man at the gym promised instant results. The man promised you would grow beyond belief and those promises came true at a cost...

You used to be a scrawny young man wanting to get big for such a long time. You idolized the strong men you saw on tv.

"I wanna be just like them!" You said thinking it'd be easy.

Quite the contrary it was quite hard. Your entire life had to adapt to the challenge of becoming big and you were not handling it well. That's when HE arrived.

"Hey bro you look like you need help there," It was someone that looked to be a gymbro.

You politely said no but the gymbro continued to pester you.

"I got the thing just you need bro... Come on...." The gymbro pulled out a container of something called "Big Protein".

"Instant results bro...." The gymbro leaned really close to you and gave a look that almost scared you a bit.

You wanted him to go away so you promptly grabbed the container so he could go away. You opened the container as the smell of protein overcome you. It was quite euphoric, but now's not the time for that. You used the provided scooper to scoop the protein into the bottle you've been using with some milk and shook the contained substance. After a couple seconds you gulped a bit of the protein infused drink ending the experience with an "ah". The gymbro was gone and you were alone in the gym. Then without warning you could feel your body heating up. In seconds you were gaining huge amounts of muscle. The drink worked?!?!?!?

Meaty pecs, large pythons for arms, shredded arms, thick thighs, a manly beard, a hot ass, and thighs to die for along with big hands and feet. You couldn't believe when you lifted your tank top in front of the mirror as a tattoo appeared on your right arm.

You were astounded the drink actually worked. You looked completely different than who you just a minute ago! You looked at the protein container and smirked.

"You and I are pals now~" Your new deepened voice spoke to the container.

From that day forth you would consume the protein powder at least once a day. You would get mildly bigger and bigger with each consumption. Your clothes were getting hard to fit into, but you managed for now. With that new body you enlisted into bodybuilding competitions to show off to the masses your new physique and you were rocking it just look at you!

Months passed like this with your new life and your clothes were becoming harder and harder to fit in. An entire pile of ripped clothes began to stockpile all across your living space. The only things that fit were the posers you would use for competitions. That didn't stop you from consuming that entire container of protein was empty and not a crumb was left. At that point it was final the only clothes fitting you were your posers. You looked at the mirror in your room as it set in that this is your wardrobe till the end of your days.

Even when you tried to stop eating the protein your bulky physique never wavered even when you scarfed down tons of fatty foods if you could even enter any with the strict No shirt no service policy. Competitions were the only place where you felt like you belonged now. This is your life now and there's no going back.

The life you wanted but to an insane degree...

[growingstories]

The greatest wrestler

Once upon a time in the small town of Oakwood, there lived a promising young wrestler named Ethan Turner.

At the age of 18, Ethan had already established himself as a formidable force in the high school wrestling circuit. Despite his relatively small size of 180 pounds, his determination to become the biggest wrestler in the world knew no bounds.

Ethan's dream was to double his weight within the next five years, from 180 pounds to a staggering 360 pounds. This audacious goal seemed impossible to many, but Ethan was nothing short of a resilient dreamer. He knew that achieving such a feat would require immense sacrifices and hardships, but he was ready to face them head-on.

The journey to becoming the biggest wrestler began at Ethan's kitchen table, where forced he himself to consume massive amounts of food each day. He meticulously crafted a diet plan that consisted of six meals, rich in carbohydrates, proteins, and healthy fats. Every bite was a challenge, as his body struggled to adapt to the sudden increase in calorie intake. Force-feeding himself wasn't just physically strenuous but also emotionally draining; he often felt nauseous and overwhelmed.

As his weight began to climb steadily, Ethan battled not only with the constant discomfort of a stuffed stomach, but also with various health issues. His joints creaked and ached under his growing mass, and he frequently found himself in unbearable pain after intense training sessions. The loneliness he experienced grew with each passing day, as his demanding training routine and dietary restrictions kept him apart from his friends and classmates. Ethan's dedication to his goals often isolated him from the pleasures of the teenage years, but he believed it was all worth it.

Ethan spent endless hours at gym, the lifting weights, working on his agility, and conditioning himself to become an unstoppable force in the wrestling ring. Each day, he pushed his limits, motivated by the vivid image in his mind of the future he aspired to While. his muscles grew stronger and more defined, the abs he once possessed began to disappear beneath layers of fat. It was a sign of his progress, a necessary sacrifice on the path to achieving greatness.

Throughout his journey, Ethan had an unwavering admiration for his wrestling coach, Coach Thompson. Under his guidance, Ethan felt empowered to break his limits and pursue his goals with renewed vigor. As time went on, Ethan's admiration for Coach Thompson developed into something deeper, something that resembled love. The mentor-student relationship transformed into an emotional attachment that Ethan found solace in.

Determined to please Coach Thompson, Ethan followed every instruction and demand, no matter how difficult or unconventional they seemed. He blindly trusted his coach, that believing he held the key to unlocking his true potential. Though the love was one-sided, Ethan's dedication to his coach amplified, serving as a both blessing and a curse.

As Ethan plowed through his training regimen, his body transformed rapidly. His once lean and athletic frame steadily expanded, filling out with thick layers of muscle and fat. While the changes were remarkable, the sight of his once-enviable physique now lost within his newfound girth filled Ethan with mixed emotions. The prospect of being the biggest wrestler thrilled him, but the loss his of prized six-pack reminded him of the sacrifices he had made along the way.

Five years flew by, and day the of the final high school wrestling match arrived. Ethan stepped onto the wrestling mat, a colossus compared to his opponents. His massive figure dwarfed everyone else, and his sheer size became a legend in its own right. Spectators marveled at the dedication and sacrifice that brought Ethan to this point.

In the end, Ethan emerged victorious from his final wresting match, claiming the state championship as his own. The cheers of the crowd filled his ears, but beneath the surface, a mix of emotions swirled within him. As he stood atop the victory podium, weighing a mighty 360 pounds, he realized the true cost of his dreams.

While Ethan's journey had transformed him physically and allowed him to achieve greatness as the biggest wrestler in the world, it had come at a great price. The joints that had once ached now screamed with agony; his body struggled to carry the weight that once defined him. The loneliness he experienced throughout the years left a wound that continued to throb.

Ethan's story teaches us that the pursuit of one's dreams carries with it both triumphs and tribulations. It shines a light on the importance of balance, reminding us that sacrificing too much for a single goal may cost us more than we bargained for. Although Ethan forged his path with determination and dedication, his journey to become the biggest wrestler in the world ultimately left him questioning the price he paid.

As the cheers faded and the lights dimmed, Ethan contemplated what lay ahead for him. The weight of his dreams had brought him this far, but now it was time to decide if the sacrifices were worth the cost. He wondered if he could balance his love for wrestling with the desire for a healthier and more fulfilling life—one where he could find companionship, happiness, and prosperity outside the ring.

And so, as the curtain closes on Ethan's remarkable journey, we are left with a lingering question: can he find sol andace contentment amidst the struggles he faced, or will his ambition continue to drive him towards a singular goal, regardless of the consequences? Only time will tell in this tale of sacrifice, dedication, and the pursuit of greatness.

[roidedr0yd]

röyd röided: 

i need to be massive! 

i need to be a freak! 

i need to be inhuman! 

i need to be a god! 

i need my neck to be swallowed up by my massive traps! 

i need my shoulders to be big as boulders! 

i need my chest to be so big that I can’t see past it! 

i need my back to be so big and wide that I cannot walk through doorways! 

i need my arms so big that they are the size of most people’s legs! 

i need my abs to be so cute and defined that you could wash clothes on it! 

i need my ass to be big and hard! 

i need my legs so big that they are the size of tree trunks! 

i won’t be walking, I’ll be waddling, lumbering! 

i need to have a hard time finding clothes that fit! 

i need to have a hard time fitting into places; doorways, vehicles, restroom stalls, etc! 

i need to be stared at! 

i need looks of amazement, wonder, jealousy, envy, disgust! 

i need to be worshipped! 

i will say this once more; 

i NEED TO BE MASSIVE!!

i need to “Fuck Normalcy" 

I don’t just want to be big

i want to be massive. 

i want to be meat to be grown and grown and grown,

i don’t just want to be built;

i want to turn heads 

i want to be meat so head-turningly huge that people automatically move out of way as i walk through a crowd 

i don’t just want to be large; 

i want to be freakish meat grown into a musclechub so large i resembles livestock. 

i want to be a cow not a bull 

i don’t just want to be normal; 

i want to leave it behind 

i want this progression of a being a gym meathead. 

i’ve dreamt about getting big as a kid

i’ve now become an adult that gets a gym pass

i start training hard

i’m eating eating and eating more

i take supplements legal

i take supplements illegal

i start doing things that regular dudes think is gay

i take gym selfies

i start posing in my under armors in locker rooms

i’m texting shirtless in locker room after intense chest workout

i’m bringing food in tupperware with me everywhere i go

i start eating in gym

i am becoming twice the size of a regular guy but thinking i’m small af

i’m thinking i’m never big enough 

i’m going shirtless every chance i get 

i’m wearing shorts and tight tank tops with a cap as my uniform

i’m constantly flexing and checking myself out in all mirrors in dressing rooms or elevators 

i know it's time for photo shoot, showing off

i’m waddling around as a beast monster

i’m living as a huge FREAK

i’m loving all the attention and comments positive or negative.

i’m relishing being a monster in gym

i’m enjoying regular people asking me questions like "what’s the best protein?”

i’m glad that after years of being bigger than average i finally know i’m a true meathead.

i want to be too big to fit into doorways. 

I want each step I take to echo and groan under the weight of my muscle. 

i want people to stare, in envy and in fear and in lust. 

i want everyone to know how strong I am. 

i want everyone to know how HUGE I am. 

i want to keep growing. 

i want to grow more than anyone has grown before. 

i want to keep going. 

i want MORE!

i want to be a freak. 

i want to be fucking massive. 

i don’t want to be massive in the sense that you go to the gym for a year or so and put on a couple pounds of muscle and slim down a bit and look for the beach. No.

i want so much more I want to feel the power of muscle surging through my whole body every waking moment. 

i want my extra large shirts to feel tight and skimpy compared to my size. 

i want my TRIPLE EXTRA LARGE shirts to feel tight. 

i want to look down at my feet and all I want to see is the rippling mass of my massive pecs. 

i want to raise my arms and have my movement to be limited by the sheer size of my arms and shoulders. 

i want to outgrow all of my jeans because my quads and my ass would just be too fucking huge to fit in them all. 

i want my back to spread out like the wings of a fucking jet plane.

[andmaybegayer]

My parents have installed an 8kWh battery backup because frankly it sucks not to have power 4-8 hours a day. Pretty much everyone in South Africa who can afford one is installing one! But it's really stupendously expensive and it makes me think about how ridiculous the people suggesting that grid scale storage is viable are.

Look. I don't think we will never be able to do grid scale storage. There's lots of promising new battery and capacitor technologies. I give it decent odds that in the next century someone will develop a battery that rivals kerosene for cost per kWh of storage. But whenever we talk about tools for solving climate change I feel like a lot of people forget that it's a pretty imminent problem!

If I told you "hey, I know you're looking at that Toyota Corolla so you can drive to work. Well, I'm working on a flying car. It's going to be so much faster, and it'll cost the same amount as a Toyota Corolla, and I'll have it ready in a few months. Look, I've got this tiny scale model to show you that it's on the way, please give me the money you were going to spend on the Toyota Corolla and I'll give you a flying car when it's ready." you would laugh at me. Every single engineering project comes in over budget and over time, if it's finished at all. Scale models are nothing when you need to solve big problems. Everyone understands this with bridges, why do they not get it with gridscale storage.

Every day some guy says "hey look we built a sodium battery pack it took our lab six months to build 100kWh worth but we totally promise that we'll have mass production down by 2025 please don't think about whether you are designing a future grid heavily dependent on fossil fuel baseloads we'll have huge batteries by then look there's the one in Australia it stores literally seconds worth of grid capacity." and I feel like I'm going insane.

This is not a technology that is "ready to go" this is the shit we make fun of when a university PR department claims they've cured cancer (in mouse cells (in a culture ( with additional marker proteins (and killed the healthy cells too whoops))))

All the current climate change targets are aiming for things in 2050 and it feels like gridscale storage gets used as an easy excuse for politicians who don't want to explain why they're making a grid that happens to be completely reliant on fossil fuels. They just go "oh we're investing in renewable technologies ;)" while sheepishly standing in front of the gas pipelines.

They might not even be industry shills! Some of them are but I think some of them are genuinely taken in by the renewables grift. They see the endless fields of wind farms when they visit the German countryside or whatever and think wow :) renewables really work :) we're going to fix climate change :) and have never understood an eqCO2/kWh value in their life.

People reporting on SMR and renewables say things like "Nuclear is too expensive and impractical compared to wind and solar which is why we're not investing in it" but that's only true if you believe you can run a grid on wind and solar alone! Otherwise you have to say the quiet "and hundreds of gas turbines with fuel storage on standby" part out loud.

[clowncaraz]

As @evyrmori said, most shifters aren't human but also aren't animals. We are not straight bioidentical animals, and we also aren't physiologically/aurally human. I feel as though, at some level, shifters evolved beside humans and animals enough to experience what they experience.

I also would like to describe my own species as being a shifter instead of it being an ability. Here are my personal beliefs.

I am taking this from a document I made in 2023 and pasting it here. Some parts will be edited like [this] or [] to add new sentences or deleting them.

THIS WILL BE LONG.

tldr; In my experience, Shifters would most likely be called "Homo sapiens ab. monstrosus" or "Homo versipellis" for the way their default physical, mass-having form seems to resemble those in the Homo genus, yet clear inspection of their phenotypic traits indicate that shifters have taught and practiced physical shapeshifting to change their bodies without the use of technology, similar to traditional practices around the world where body modification starts are the growing ages and slowly changes the shape of the bones and body (i.e. foot binding, cranial binding, corset wearing, giraffe necks, etc.)

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This post serves as a way to describe shifters and what they are as well as use viable research [].

Again, this post is not opinion and is [not] factual [] but focuses on speculation around biology not yet confirmed [].

Here are the three basic rules to shifting and being a shifter. [The rules are widely accepted as true, mainly in the physical plane.]

No physical being on earth has the ability to gain or drop mass at will/choice: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conservation_of_mass

Shifting as an ability is not a transmittable virus, and therefore is not something you can choose to have or be.

No physical being on earth can withstand rearranging bones, muscles, organs or brain matter in a millisecond. Therefore transformation of a shifter can only take place through days, weeks or months: https://www.quora.com/Is-it-scientifically-possible-to-shapeshift/answer/Surux-Strawde?ch=15&oid=154825684&share=9ff0f4f4&srid=fd1nM&target_type=answer

[]

Shifters are recognized as nonhuman in appearance through their [other-side], which change based on whether or not [a gene] is activated. If the [] gene is activated, it produces proteins and/or non-coding RNA. The protein created performs for the body, making structure for cells, DNA replication and moving molecules around: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protein

Shifters [are closely related to] human beings due to the fact that their hox genes resemble and match those of Homo sapiens and the growth of a limb and bone segment is extremely unlikely. This includes growth of [individual] wings, tails, skull shapes, extra skeletal parts and muscles. Humans have 39 Hox genes split in 4 clusters, which connects to your chromosomes and genes: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S1096719213003600

To remove or add any of these would not only suggest that your chromosomes are different from humans (in humans, chromosomal disorders are things such as Down Syndrome, Triple-X syndrome etc. In nonhumans, chromosomal abnormalities can cause infertility and even death to the embryo.) It's safe to say that most if not all shifters are not born with the ability to create new bones or pop them out of place without consequence. Hox genes can have gene disorders as a result of malformations. If a shifter says that their skeleton is different from others, they're [most likely not experiencing skeletal difference but somatic changes]. Hox genes [say your skeleton resembles a human] because [if not, you] would be diagnosed with Hand-foot-genital syndrome, Guttmacher syndrome, cancers or Synpolydactyly type 2.

Shifters [would then be] [] under the subtribe Hominina, under the tribe Hominini and genus of Homo. Physical characteristics of those under the subtribe are as follows: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australopithecine

bipedal locomotion (walking on two legs)

high brachial index (forearm ratio)

greater sexual dimorphism (perisex and intersex).

Going deeper into the tribe and genus will tell you that not only are Homo sapiens sapiens the only extant species but it's most likely been that way since the myths of Gilgamesh (the very first shifter appearance in writing). [This could mean two things; shifters are human but a subspecies/forma or shifters are a sibling species.]

The only [other] way a shifter could have survived all these years as a different species/nonhuman being [(as opposed to just being human)] is if they purposely [] chose to give their nonhumanity away. Why? Because not only would that explain the appearance of them, it would explain why it's [intrinsic,] why shifters can't simply shift under a few seconds without dying from a chemical reaction or bodily combustion. [That chemical reaction, regarding instant shapeshifting and the time it takes, needs the physical power of around 2 suns to be powered. This is why it is observed that pshifting seems to be an episodic experience that starts with pflares as a sign, then has a complete pshift at a certain time.]

Shifters are [also in need of] human vitamins. If a shifter [wasn't of the Homo genus], many of the canine shifters here wouldn't have to intake meats that raise their vitamin C levels. Canines, especially dogs, make their own vitamin C: https://www.acsh.org/news/2020/03/03/why-dogs-dont-need-vitamin-c-humans-do-14611

Vitamins and other proteins are often looked over when it comes to shifting and shifter biology but it is very important to focus on physics and the bodily aspects rather than ignoring it. It could cause real damage. Vitamins are vital for skin, bone and muscle health and claiming that shifters can simply regenerate it by using their mind and will is cult language. Deficiency in vitamins can and will cause diseases such as scurvy.

Shifter alleles could have risen from environmental mutations and then became phenotypes/genotypes when the body needed it.

This causes hereditary traits to continue through bloodlines. This means that if you are a shifter, your mother or father or parent should have the genotype. It cannot skip generations as then you wouldn't be a shifter. It can be activated and not activated, and not shifting will make it inactive. If this is true, it would explain the universal experience that shifters have towards urges and callings. Which would simply be somatic expressions from the genotype being activated. Hereditary traits do not change something into a nonhuman as well. Shifters do not become nonhuman by being shifters, they become shifters. We are not the same as nonhumans. If we were, our biology and organs and bones would match.

As we have explored today, we have come to the conclusion that shifters are:

[Most likely from the Homo genus] who have animalistic features due to hereditary mimicking [of creatures]. Shifting is an ability not all shifters can do, making it impossible to gauge the difference between a non-shifting shifter and a regular shifter other than physical appearance [of the other-side]. These animalistic features are not carbon copies of the real thing and only pose to morph into what looks similar using physical methods. Since being a shifter is hereditary, it has nothing to do with species and therefore cannot change your species, sex or gender.

.......

When I talk about p shifting and it being physical, I don't mean to say that it's always something biological. I say that it's a physical feeling, a physical experience, a physical emotion.

So you aren't biologically a wolf or a tiger when you're a pshifter, but you are biologically a shifter. You are PHYSICALLY a tiger/wolf, and that physical experience AND emotion []. So questioning one species but feeling another is common because it's a physical urge to be so, not a biological one.

So yes, a cow p shifter can exist. A fly shifter can exist and a fly pshifter exists too. It's all physical, and that doesn't mean just transformation. It can mean physical instincts, urges, it can be body modification, or reshaping of the skin. It's literally anything that changes the body physically!

.....

You are [usually] born [a shifter] but features may not appear until or after prolonged shifting. The ability to shift is not universal, and is rare due to the fact that it no longer is favored and therefore is not as dominant as we think it is. [Shifting was most likely] caused by environmental pressure [(changing habitat, climbing, swimming like the Bajau)] and the need for anti-predator adaptation [(war like the Berserkers)], but was never meant to split into a new species. It now seems to be caused by benign genetic mutations. The mimic most likely wasn't supposed to copy a single species either, it was probably supposed to make [creatures] look like different predators at different times or different predators mashed into one.

Behavior and social skills that shifters have are limited by [their shifting] but are often overcome by shifters. Behaviors that may be seen; Social learning, attachment, fixed action patterns, urges related to an animal.

Physical and emotional difficulties; P-flares and m-flares causing outbursts or instability, lasting pain from shifting, joint aches, [inability to use] limbs due to overuse in shifting, physical appearance is animal-like or easily mistaken for monstrous. May act differently than [other people] due to consistent [flares] leading to shifting [].

Resulting disorders or problems [from frequent shifting]; Joint pain, muscle spasms, weak grip, organ weakness, energy loss/fatigue, myoclonus, dystonia and much more: https://www.ninds.nih.gov/health-information/disorders/repetitive-motion-disorders

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[How to Shift based on the above information.]

In order to shift, this bear shifter has been feeling p-flares for possibly months or weeks now. These flares mean that the body is in aching/calling for a shift. This is the first part of fully shifting.

What makes the body shift?

Then, the bear shifter eats/exercises to store energy in their body. This energy will be used to build on the [] gene, activating it at the time the shift is due.

Days between flares and the shift.

The bear shifter will then use the time up to the p-shift to do other things like make their environment comfortable, engage in somatic and conscious (mental) shifts in order to push themselves to that point where the mind and body are in sync, and finally need to shift.

Shifting day.

On the day of the shift, there will be urgency and yearning for the shift. The weeks or months leading up to the shift have caused the body to absorb enough energy that it can burn it while shifting. Shifting is a practice, it is growing out features hidden within your body and transforming into what [your other-side] looks like.

Underwhelming shifts.

The first full shift you have may be underwhelming for multiple reasons. You may not finish it, you may have not had enough energy or you did not target the parts of the body that ache when you have p-flares/somatic shifts. When you do not finish a shift, it is okay to stop and not push yourself. If you do not have enough energy, immediately stop. Continuing when energy is depleted causes you to pass out and worse, be dehydrated and such. If you did not target the right areas, you simply have to take note of what areas your body wants to change.

Onto the shifting.

When you fully shift, the somatic and mental shifts you have done before should have already put your vision and mind in a place where you can feel/see your body change. This is not necessary at all but a lot of shifters use this as a way to help the body calm and focus.

Once the p-shift has started, the body should be moved in a way that is of the subspecies (bear, in this case) and the body parts that the flares want to change should be used, flexed, toned or put to work in an animalistic manner. This is so the body and mind, that are in sync, recognizes that those parts are being used the most at this time where energy is being burned. If your ears need to be longer, pull them gently. If your teeth need to be longer, chew on something tough. If this is your first shift, it will take more than one singular shift to fully grow out the features that you want. Continue using the parts that the body needs to grow out until the shift begins to drift. [Blood will be rushed to those parts of the body, causing heat and electricity through your body, and your cells should get to work.]

Aftermath

After the shift is done, the parts of the body that have grown out will either fall out/retract slowly or will stay with the human form. [The process of pulling or applying force to modify and transform the body is utilized in different ways such as "giraffe necks" in some Kenyan tribes and corset wearing.] This is an even slower process because after the shift, you are exhausted and tired and not so willing to do anything else. At this point, it is fine to sleep. []

A breakdown.

What just happened to that bear shifters body is called gene expression and psychosomatic sight. Gene expression is a natural way your body may show phenotypes, which are things like hair color and eye color. The [] gene is a pleiotropic gene, making it able to affect other genes and their phenotypes. If a bear shifter has a dark brown eye color, the shifter gene may change that based on what the body needs to grow out. The growing features (aka apparent phenotypes) are unique to the shifter and not all shifters feel the need for a tail or fur or teeth to be grown.

The conservation of mass is a theory stating that mass cannot be made or removed immediately and spontaneously. That energy equal to an atomic bomb must be present to change such a way. Shifters follow this and also get around this by being the same size as their [other-side in human form] AND gaining energy through eating and much more. Which is one reason why the gene activates. The bear shifter is the same size as their human form, and only gets bigger if both forms do.

The mind is powerful. Syncing it with the body not only causes focus but keeps the body alive in dire situations. Tricking the brain is a common practice in trances, magic and much more. If you are using psychosomatic sight, this means that what your body feels is what you see. If you're deep into a mental and somatic shift, you will sometimes see your body transformation before you. This is [usually normal when deliberate and voluntary] and also an important thing to remember when shifting. The brain, is physical too. Tricking your brain by creating the environment your [other-side] lives in is a trigger to your body that you may need the features you grow out.

Like the avian shifters, features such as wings will not disappear unless the body is in an environment where it doesn't need it. If you are in a hot environment and are a shifter with fur, your fur will fall off or shed. This is to keep your natural temperature low and to prevent heatstroke. If you have wings and are not using them, your body will begin to ween off of blood circulation and muscle strength. Even if this one shift didn't turn you into an animal, another shift where you are more knowing of your [other-side] and their habitat and the features your body wants- will. It is a process and a long journey. []

At the end of the day, what is more important than anything is getting enough exercise, food and water and mental health checks as possible. Please do not mistake physical shifting as a medical condition when you are not a shifter, check your family history or with other personnel to determine the cause. Please be safe, remember to love yourself.

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Link to food gene expression: https://href.li/?https://www.welltheory.com/post/food-and-gene-expression

Link to exercise gene expression: https://href.li/?https://www.americanscientist.org/article/exercise-controls-gene-expression

here's nightmare cat with a human skeleton so I can visually show you what an adult domestic cat shifter would look like.

[osakanone]

have you any thoughts on soft body robots

Awesome username and yes absoloutely.

They break down into two major types:

Hollow, and membrane which form a kind of spectrum.

From hollow-types we begin with cloth-likes. This is your BMW Ginas, and your space-frames and monocoques (I love that word, it feels so good in the mouth to say).

Maestro, please:

Absurdly light, lithe, software defined, able to change shape in wild ways like some absurdist high fashion statement of skin and effect. Delicate like a bird. An olympic athlete without a wasted ounce of fat. A coathanger robot. Spartan. A puppet of cloth, metal and intention, like a scarecrow or a kite.

It would be brutal were it not potentially so fragile, for the impact forces are imparted entirely into the body's frame beneath which must deform to endure any crash or crumble the world speaks to those shapes. It is the butterfly, and the humming-bird of this branch of engineering. If you need a lifting body and you can some how distribute the fluttering forces across the surface with shape memory alloy stiffness in the cloth you have a self-definable prehensile wing. You have created the answer to almost every aerodynamic concern imaginable, forever.

And so, we go even further beyond in this metaphor.

We go to the true thoughts of softness now.

We find the ounce of fat we did not before. We find the blubber. The charm. The plush padding of privilage of our touch, of function and personality. The trembling doughy forms of gellatine flooding, filling those synthetic cloth or plastic or flexible metallic hulls.

The functional practicality here is simply beyond measure, and likely won't be understood in our lifetimes while we chase hardened hulls. Soft robots are dreamily suited to working with humans for we ourselves are largely soft robots of protein self-assembly systems, clumsily physics-enfolding some interpretation of our genetics through the pachinko machine of probability, space and time.

Looking upon the true soft robotics, we see thusly, a spectrum: gas and baloon like and perhaps even buoyant to float like a fairy -- to sloshing fluid to dense sticky gellatine, we find all the places of impact we need.

Bulbous, enduring, reflective of forces. A thing able to deal with the world and simply bounce, care free. Perhaps to tear, and spill, but always to knit and in bleeding become so much more than a body.

The factors of the structure deforming in ways no exoskeletal form is able to do so give dexterity simply unimaginable.

If the filling itself is prehensile perhaps like some bizzare synthetic echo of forms like those seen in molluscs, we run into a machine which isn't using tiny magnetic tubes to turn but an enormous mass which is structural and acting as a container perhaps for fuels in micro-pockets to prevent unwanted combustions or the spread of flames.

That is to say, the blubber energy dense like our own, powerful, like the non-beach-muscle bodies of non-magazines who achieve real work like mothers, brothers and beer-bellies and forms of joy of all in between.

This form is is fire-proof. It is shock resistant to a level no fragile ceramic metallic machine can really imagine.

And it is still lighter, than that metallic machine which by comparison now, is crystal, practically glass by comparison.

What else would you like to know?

I'm good for another round if you are.

[gods-favorite-exorcist]

I wanna hear more about the baby exorcists, please rant as much as you want/can, thank you!

I totally didn't start sobbing over this but anyway- typos bc it's midnight when writing this and I have long ahh nails

When the exorcists were first created, they were seen as mistakes, mostly because of thier appearance. Nut adam decided to keep them because they looked like Quote "bad ass demon killing sluts" (they were in fact infants)

Adam absolutely loves the kids, spoils them rotten, they're also All autistic i don't make the rules. (Yes I do)

He buys them all plushies and everything

What about food? Yeah they have almost zero clue what normal food tastes like, they've lived off protein powder and other shit like tht bc adam bought it in bulk.

Sera hates the exorcists with a burning passion, she dosen't even consider them true angels, and honestly neither does adam, but sera is the most vocal about it, hating how violent they are, she made it clear ro all the exorcists tht they weren't angels in her eyes. Lute, spending all her time outside the compound with sera and adam, dosen't see herself as am angel either. It's been slowly affecting the other exorcists as well.

After vaggie fell it took her almost a year to see herself as an actual person, and even with how much she hates lute, they're still sisters and vaggie hopes lute gets away from them too.

About thier violent behavior- yeah they're semi feral, Ray eating, stuffed stabbing, feral ass toddlers. Adam genuinely puts lute on a toddler leash in public. It is that bad. Lute is definitely a bit more... disturbed... she used to stab all her stuffies as a kid and would disect rats before eating them. She'll murder smaaall creatures for fun and then giggle and kick her feet while forcing her sister to watch human centipede with her.

They never really got the chance to grow up, they were probably around 14 when the first extermination happened, so just imagine what thy would do to a young teen.

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All thier handwriting is absolutely shit. They learned from copying Adam's fucked up handwriting

Vaggie cried when she had spaghetti for the first time

They had little cult like matching outfits consisting off a black dress in warm months and a long sleeve black shirt and black pants in cold months, all with a small x on the right side of the chest, they switched over ro thier standard uniforms around 12

They all have the exact same birthday, December 25th. 1167.

Just projecting but lute's never eaten bread before

Lutes the oldest by .75 seconds, there's only a minute different from the oldest and youngest out of the 200 soilders.

Adam is considered thier father, and is treated as such, but the archangel Micheal was the one ro first design them.

Thier original designs were closer to the standard idea of a gardian angel, not the mass of eyes but the standard paintings you'd see in church.

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There is this whole idea that flipping a two sided coin doesn't have a 50-50 probability. It's not a new idea by any means, but the explanation is if you measured the mass of the coin, the force of the flip, the temperature of the coin & of the room, the force of any breeze, wind, or vibration in the air as it traveled, and so on, you could accurately determine within a small margin of error what side the coin will land on every time, and if you kept those constant it would flip on the same side every time. And that idea is also KIND OF the explanation for the conclusion in quantum physics that there is no free will.

A lot of people hear that and either clutch their pearls, roll their eyes, or aren't interested either way. (I mean, when you say some shit like that you're just going to immediately turn off any interest most people would have otherwise had but I'm digressing now). We all like to think we make decisions and choices, and then amateurs who want to talk about quantum mechanics alienate everyone by saying it's not true: you were always going to make these choices with no chance to make the other one.

But what I said in the first paragraph is something-like (but not exactly) what it means when you hear or read that according to quantum physics we have no free will. That if we had an unfathomable device that has been measuring all the variables of every single particle that was expelled during the Big Bang, with an also-sufficient/also-currently-unfathomable algorithm to plug those variables into, all within a computer that could do all of the calulations for BILLIONS of years, we could compute exactly where every particle was going and where it would end up, including those that make up the stars and planets, that make up the ground and oceans, that make up the animals and plants, that make up your brain and all of the proteins and neurotransmitters. That if it could all be measured and an algorithm sufficiently built then the decisions you make are already determined by the ongoing relationships and interactions the particles that make up your brain had in the past and are having right now.

However, humans cannot measure that, they likely never ever will.

Anyone that tells me they don't like quantum mechanics because something something affront to nature blah blah "they" don't believe in free will, etc. literally doesn't know it's just a rescale of the coin toss description. You still believe coin tosses are 50-50 because you aren't going to measure the variables used to receive an answer, you can still believe in free will because you can't measure the variables used to determine the ultimate path of all particles; I mean, I wouldn't become a theoretical physicist if that meant so much to you but I'm not your dad, do what you want.

Edit: I know I described the science mostly wrong, please check out the replies and reblogs for others' corrections and feel free to add corrections of your own for mine and others' learning, thank you.