#urban transformation

[jamaicahomescom]

Imagining Jamaica 2035: The Future of Real Estate, Coastal Living, and Urban Transformation

[trendynewsnow]

Revitalizing Urban Green Spaces: A New Era for Parks and Waterfronts

The Transformation of Urban Green Spaces The revitalization of Seattle’s commercial waterfront marks a significant milestone, as it became possible only after the removal of an unsightly highway and the replacement of a dilapidated seawall. This transformation paves the way for a more inviting and vibrant waterfront experience. Meanwhile, in Central Park, eager ice skaters are awaiting the debut…

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to curse your followers and mutuals.

[binduspoint]

Exploring the Allure of Medchal, Telangana: A Rising Hotspot for Real Estate Development

All Rights reserved – A new residential area Medchal, located in the state of Telangana, has emerged as a prime destination for real estate developers and prospective homebuyers alike. With its strategic location, burgeoning infrastructure, and rapid urbanization, Medchal offers a compelling proposition for investment and residential living. In this article, we delve into the factors that make…

[iammannyj]

Happy Canada Day | Evolution of My Old Hood: Nostalgia, Gentrification, and Canada's Changing Landscape - Part 2

The Impact of Transit Developments: Eglinton Crosstown and the Ontario Line As I stand here, reminiscing about my childhood in Flemingdon Park and Thorncliffe Park, I can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia mixed with anticipation. The upcoming transit developments, the Eglinton Crosstown and the Ontario Line, will undoubtedly bring profound changes to the neighborhoods that shaped my early…

[bramblesramblesintoshambles]

Trying to include a werewolf in your story often causes an expectation they will transform for your audience. You have a lot of options for this, but once you've committed to one it's said something about the nature of a werewolf.

Painful transformations can make us feel horrified while watching it, and hope we never endure that kind of agony (AAWIL);

A swift and controlled change can emphasize the power a werewolf has, making this curse more aspiration (Underworld);

Instances where the transformation is very gradual over days leading up to the moon can be fairly tragic due to the loss of autonomy these characters experience (Silver Bullet).

It can be tempting to commit to an aesthetic, however it's essential to ensure the themes of your werewolf story match it. A werewolf who transforms relatively quickly and painlessly isn't going to mesh with a horrific and tragic narrative. They can still work. For instance, the emphasis on how easy it is to let go of their humanity, to indulge, how hard it is to keep the beast at bay. These are themes you can explore in a quick transformation. Perhaps, full moon changes are slow and painful because the human side is fighting their beast trying to tire it out before it gains control. In that we see a more heroic element to the lycanthrope.

Please reblog with your favourite werewolf transformations! Pretty sure my fav. is from Hemlock Grove, just so visceral!

[johndunwin]

the only way is up

This image captures a moment of stillness and decay, reflecting the transformation of a once vibrant place. The title 'the only way is up' suggests hope amidst the disarray. I wanted to show the contrast between the physical deterioration and the potential for renewal, as seen in the forgotten storefront and the remnants of life outside.

[felixravinstills]

Diana Ring and Livia Cardew at the 10th Annual Reaping Celebration

—The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023)

[crystalfic]

Tales and Transformations

Shanna narrowed her eyes at the Dungeon Master, who was currently paging through one of the manuals with a serene smile on her face. That smile meant trouble.

Their characters had ended up (again) in the local tavern, ostensibly to gather information. Knowing their DM, there would be information here, but the question was who she'd chosen as the sexy lamp this time. The bartender? A bit obvious, but she'd done it before. The stable hand? The pot boy? The young men serving tables? The pretty elf sitting alone in one corner?

Across the table, Melinda draw a breath. "Bartender!" she cried, deepening her voice to her imagined version of her orc warlock. "Another round!" Gleefully in character, she smacked the DM's kitchen table, a sturdy wooden thing that had survived dozens of D&D games, and Shanna half twisted in her seat to ask their DM's husband for more drinks.

The table cracked with a hollow splintering sound, dice jumping off the table and character sheets fluttering into the air.

The game group stared wide-eyed at the crack in the table, which currently held at least three D4s nestled into the split, and turned as one to look at Melinda.

"I am so, so sorry, I don't know how I did that," Melinda babbled, her voice sounding a little muffled; maybe she was trying to keep her stomach contents in place, she'd certainly gone a bit green.

Honestly, Shanna didn't know either. Melinda was five foot four and light enough for Shanna to pick up and carry around, and she'd never shown that kind of strength before.

"You must have been working out," the DM's husband Tim said, looking as impressed as a man can be when he's holding a jug of chilled juice. "Don't worry, we were planning to replace the table anyway." Calmly, he righted the empty plastic tumblers that they used for D&D sessions and refilled them. "If the adventuring party needs cookies, let me know."

Shanna chugged half of the cup in one go, then fished her favorite glittery D4 out of its wooden grave. "Right. Whose turn is it again?"

Rose, their paladin, shook her head and did the same. "Still Melinda's, I think."

Gameplay resumed; after getting some information out of the pickpocket who tried to steal from Shanna's tabaxi rogue, the party ventured forth into the Caves of Whatever Name The DM Made Up. They were promptly attacked by goblins, who were justifiably annoyed at a bunch of blundering explorers stumbling through their living space and blinding them with Rose's casting of Daylight.

With apologies tendered and a new map provided (so that the tall fools would not stumble into Goblin territory again), the party continued on.

The sound of a footstep made Shanna blink, and her ear twitched slightly as she turned to look at the intruder. Even before she saw him, she knew from the faint smell of soap and shaving foam that it was Tim, and the scent of chocolate said he bore cookies.

"Whoa, Shanna, where'd you get the contact lenses?" Tim asked, setting the plate down on the damaged table. "Are they meant to make your eyes all reflective? You looked like a cat for a moment." A flare of light made her squint. "And Julie, love, I appreciate your love of authenticity, but there's no need to sit in the dark."

"But we weren't," Julie the DM said, shaking her head as if to wake herself up.

But they had been. Somehow, they'd all been able to see as clearly as if the sun was shining.

"Thanks for the cookies, Tim," Rose said with a smile, reaching for the plate. The fingertips of her gauntlet closed lightly around a cookie, leaving smudges of chocolate on the metal (it should be plastic).

Shanna met Rose's eyes, seconds before her helmet closed them away.

Shanna met Melinda's eyes, and under artificial light the green tint to her skin was unmistakable.  

Shanna met Julie's eyes, and Julie reached out to brush Shanna's hair away from her ear.

Her pointed, furry ear.

[i-feel-odd]

ROADKILL CITY - 6 - BOTTLENECK

[kimrinzleycreations]

A shy homebody tries to paint a miniature for his new character. Despite being as shy as he is, he still really wants to be a part of a cool RPG group like those he watches on the internet and decides that a good start might be to show off some nicely painted minis. Maybe he'll catch the attention of that cool Tiefling and Elf couple who play all the time in the study lounge? With such a solid plan set up, he buys some paint from a store a bunch of ginger catgirls walk out of and sets off by drawing his ideal character (which is not at all an eggy thing!), an outgoing Orc ranger. But for whatever reason, the paint doesn't seem to be sticking to the figurine, and he's dreading having to go out and buy more. In fact, it seems to be taking several layers just to get anything to look right...

Over the course of a couple of days, they try to paint the miniature, not realising every drop of paint disappears and instead applies to them. Too focused on trying to get the mini looking just right, they don't realize that the paint stained on their hands begin to creep up their arms and making them look rather... large.

But progress is slowly made. And by the end of it, the mini looks fantastic and she feels more than capable of going out to show the world her sick painting skills and to get more paint to apply the finishing touches. And who knows, maybe she'll meet some fun people there as well?

[Empire Bay, shy egg to ultra confident Orc woman minicomic]

[marismolotov]

Various space-werewolf ideas:

These are all based on my favorite idea: a world where werewolf shifting is tied to the moon cycle of the planet they are born on, regardless of where they are, and regardless of if they have moonlight directly on them or not. So if a werewolf is out on a starship, they'll shift back and forth on seemingly meaningless intervals. A few ideas continuing off of this:

Werewolf that's born on a planet with a 27-year-old moon cycle, and they don't know they're a werewolf until it happens. And when it does happen…. well, you got 27 years of fur ahead of you.

There's a planet without a moon, but then it suddenly gains a moon, so all the werewolves there suddenly start shifting and have to adjust. (Alternatively, a planet with a moon suddenly loses its moon… in the middle of the night, which might mean that all the werewolves are stuck shifted until their planet gets a new moon.)

A werewolf on a very, very big planet wants to be permanently shifted, but their planet is so large that with a single moon, they're only shifted for about 1% of the day. Their solution is to use a tractor beam to steal the moons of every planet in the galaxy, so that they can cover every section of the surface and keep themselves always wolfy.

A werewolf from a planet with a comically short moon cycle. This one would be cool for a TTRPG. Imagine that you get increased strength on every odd turn off combat and decreased strength on every even turn.

[greenerteacups]

Hi! I wanted to ask in regards to chemistry: Do you think Hermione and the twins have chemistry? Because I feel like whenever she talked to them there was something in the air (with Fred mostly, but I think Rowling just used Fred as the designated twin for everything). I loathe the fics with that pairing though

Most of Hermione's interactions with the twins are mildly antagonistic, since she's either telling them off or getting pissed that they're about to do something stupid. Is there some chemistry in that? Sure, could be! It's the eye of the beholder. The twins are tall, funny, and confident; I'm sure many girls find them attractive, and Hermione might well be one of them.

The only interactions I remember off the top of my head as being eyebrow-raising are (1) Fred trying to beat up Draco with his fists after the "mudblood" name-calling incident in COS, and (2) Fred giving Hermione healing ointment in OOTP after she used a boxing telescope (his telescope, mind, but it's still a nice gesture). Those are the two times we see Fred as consciously thinking about Hermione. Because we don't see any of the other older Weasleys do this — George/Percy/Charlie/Bill don't have any such micro-interactions with her — it reads like the author's calling attention to Fred and Hermione on purpose. There's so little romance in the books that a lot of gestures you could plausibly spin as friendly read as potential jumping-off points for romance.

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to receive your transformation. Look under the cut to see how your choice goes.

Lycanthrope: You can feel your bones shifting, your soul becoming forever fluid. As the moonlight shines on you you realize you can shift, as easily as you could go from sitting to standing. You can feel your hands turn into paws, your mouth become long, your entire body feel so warm and comfy under a pelt of fur. And you can run, through the forests and streets, and you can see and hear and smell like you never had before. And then you can go back, or remain in-between. Yet even in human form it's always with you, like your other form can always be in there waiting, waiting to be let out. You look in the mirror and it's not just you, your human face is just one part of a larger whole now.

Angels blood: it feels painful at first. You cough up what you think it blood but it looks like static. Your eyes start to glow but then wings come out from the back of your head to cover them forever. More wings sprout from your back, they feel nice, strange to move, strange to have new joints and bones and muscles, yet so soft and delicate and sensitive. Your body slowly shifts, as you become slender yet muscular, and you become completely androgynous, your sex organs fall away and any holes to expell waste close up. You feel comfortable all the time, you don't need to eat or sleep, and can't feel pain or tired, you're so strong now, yet so delicate.

Cyborg: You feel yourself being cut open. They decided to take away your sensation of pain instead of making you unconscious, so you feel everything it's just not painful at all. You can feel them cut through bone, dismembering you peice by peice, limbs and organs being gone forever, the strange sensation of body parts suddenly going dark. And then it comes back, peice by peice you get put back together. And your new parts all feel so strange, cold hard metal and plastic, they all move and feel differently then what you're used to, but they all feel so right. When you finally get up everything is diffrent, and when you see yourself in the mirror you realize there's no going back, you'll never be human again, you're as much a machine as a person, yet you're yourself, you're even more yourself then before.

Vampire: When you were first bitten it didn't feel like much, the transformation was slow. You became more androgynous every day. Your skin lost its color until it was entirely grayscale. You lost weight, you couldn't eat, at first you got compliments from weird people but soon you just looked sick, as you could see bones through your skin. Eventually you basically went through puberty in reverse, until you were sexless, and your genitals shunk until there was nothing left. You hadn't eaten in so long, but food seemed gross to you. Soon your mouth began to shift, seeming wounded at first, and then healing, it looked human when closed save for a few lines around your cheeks and jaw, but when you opened it all the way it was a massive complex maw with many jaws and countless sharp fangs, taking up half your face when fully open. After not eating for so long you finally take a sip of blood, from a freind willing to let you try, your veins light up red for a few moments and you feel so good, it's like a mix between the best food in your mortal life, and the joys of an orgasm, and you feel satisfied like you never had before.

Fae: You slowly let the strange tall woman pet your head and you know you're hers. She giggles as she takes out an eye in her hand and puts it back in bloodlessly. She waves her hand over your arm as it turns to living plant mater, and then she tilts her head to see if it fits and turns it back. She smiles, knowing what she'll do. Slowly she starts work, taking away parts and putting back new ones like you're a building toy. You look and see as she tries new limbs, new faces, everything she can think of, your human form being nothing more then a base she can customize. As she painlessly pulls out your teeth and puts gems in their place, and takes off layers of skin to make way for a new exoskeleton, she compliments you and tells you how good you are, and she gives you a kiss on the forehead right before she glues new wings to your back.

Doll: you can see your old self laying there dead, as you look at your new ageless hands. You can't pass for human like this but it doesn't matter, you have visible joins, and a flat unmoving face. It's weird moving without any soft skin. But you look in the mirror and you're so cute, they gave you such a pretty face, and started you off in a cute little suit to wear, with a rose it it's pocket and flowers in your artificial hair. You take a bit to figure out how to walk with your new legs, and everyone who looks at you thinks you're so pretty, not even as a person but as a peice of art, as something human hands made.

Mermaid: You feel yourself deep in the sea. But you aren't drowning. The water goes from blue to black but your eyes can see down here, and your body can live with the pressure. You can see around you as a city below the sea looms above and below you. Your body parts light up to accommodate the shadows, as do the creatures around you. As you start to swim your legs fuse together, and soon there are no legs, no feet, just a long serpentine tail, your body becoming cold and scaled from the chest down. You feel like you're wearing something cold restricting your movements but there's nothing on you. You can breath yet your mouth and nose take in no air. You'll never live with the humans again. Is this home. This is home?

Wyvern: You let the massive scaled creature bow to you and you touch its head. And suddenly you are one. It's like a link is formed and you can't tell where you and and it begins, your instincts, your thoughts, are the same. You can still feel and move your own body but likewise you can do the exact same for it. You can feel what it's like to move with the creature's weight yet elegance, with its sleek slender form, to move its powerful sharp toothed jaws and its delicate yet powerful wings. There's fire within this new body, and when you so wish you can breath it in and out. And it's all so natrual. You can see through both eyes, and you notice it's eyes have your color now, and a human shape, while yourse have its yellow green, and it's slit pupils now. You feel a need to fly that you know will soon be satisfied. You aren't one begin anymore, you aren't just yourself, you are mount and rider, and you feel your other body's wings spread as easily as you'd spread your arms.

Slime: it happens slowly, all of your body going away. First parts just feel soft, then soft enough to poke into, then it's just pink goo that you can move around as much as you'd like. The Flesh transforms but you just have to digest your own bones. The last parts to go are on your head, your teeth melting away as the last remnant of your humanity. Then you can move everything, it's unnatural feeling at first, you don't have individual body parts, just one shapeless mass that can be whatever you want, at one momment you'll be a human shaped thing, but the next you can be a shapeless blob, or anything else. Every part of you can see, and hear, and taste, and eat. You feel so fluid, so free, you are constrained now by nothing.

Living clothing: You let it wrap around you. It's fluid at first, wrapping around you. You can feel it bond to your skin, become as much a part of you as any other layer of flesh. It transforms, it can be any article of clothing, any outfit, all small or as large as long as there's something still on you. And you can feel it, whatever it is you can sense through it, it feels cold and wet in a refreshing way, and when it's something all around you it like a part of you is able to hug and hold yourself. But it's not you, it starts to whisper, and you realize you'll never be alone again.

Spirit: you are nothing. You can feel nothing. Your body is gone, truly gone, yet you can see, you are somewhere. And at just a thought you can be anywhere else you want to be, and look however you want. You can't touch. There is no more touch but you can lift with your mind what you desire. And you can see souls, see thoughts, see the mindscape that humans never can. Yet you're never to feel again. That is unless you possess someone, those bodies do look so possesable, to see what they see and feel what they feel. Mabye you can't just grab someone, but a living host...

Demon: the pact is sealed and your soul is forever gone. You don't feel diffrent, you're still you, but you can see souls, see the people around you have them, and they look so sweet, taste so good. Your true form sets in, as first you look like your ideal self, but then you begin to mutate. Raven's wings come from your back and horns grow from your head. Your eyes redden and teeth sharpen, and your hair becomes replaced with snakes, as a single snake replaces your sex organs. A Scorpion's tail comes out from your spine, and your feet turn into hardened hoves. You feel your new body parts and they feel so good, so natrual, they feel like this is what you were always meant to look like. You can turn back but it'll just be an illusion, this is your body now. Your wings and tail feel so good to move, like they were always meant to be there, like you were missing something without them, and as your snake hair rises it feels so nice, so powerful.

[girlscience]

I know everybody likes to give characters the same 10 songs on their character playlists, but I think the most egregious issue with this is that no one gives them any country songs. I am handing them out to characters like candy. You get a country song, you get a country song, you get a country song.

[landboundstar-writing]

Fic for bookandyarndragon. A departure from my normal series, but a silly spooky season Transformers fic. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt - Transformers with legend of the Black Volga

“Hey, look at that one! Did you see their headlights?”

“And why would I be looking at those?”

ST3VE looked at the doctor who was standing where he thought his friends had been. 

“Ummm, Knockout? Sorry, I thought you were - well, someone else.”

“Who you wanted to see the headlights?” The doctor’s voice was pointed and held a malicious glee. “Do you even know who you were ogling?”

“Come on, it’s just one of the cars we imitate. Now, if I ran into another con with those specs. Well, it certainly helps me crank up my spike.”

“Oh dear, someone hasn’t been well informed. Blow a fuse lately?”

“Well, I figure they don’t crank your shaft.” ST3VE said and immediately regretted it as he saw Knockout smirk

“So no one told you about Volga?”

“That’s what they are calling the car?”

“That is a Cybertronian. On the small side for one of our species, but a very capable one nonetheless. And yes, that is their name.”

“So are they a Con or a Bot? I mean, why are they here?”

“Why don't I tell you?” 

Knockout led ST3VE around the corner to a darkened area where a single shaft of light illuminated the red Decepticon.

“Now, where were we? Oh yes, Volga. Well, no one knows exactly when they arrived but they go by the name of the car that they imitate. Most of the time, the humans don’t see them. But on windy roads at night, they like to pull alongside human drivers. Who normally are surprised to see a limo at night, but are not too afraid. Until they see that there is no driver.”

The Decepticon medic mused. “Of course, it isn’t just humans they drive off the road. Volga has been known to do the same to other Cybertronians when they run into them on a dark road too.”

Knockout clamped one servo on ST3VE’s shoulder plate. “Want to go talk to Volga? I’m sure they’d love to hear what you thought about their headlights”

ST3VE left, leaving skid marks as he ran away with Knockout laughing behind him.