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soul-controller · 2 years

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Heard you were doing some costume asks, but not sure what I should dress up as. I’m a brown haired, young skinny white guy; would love to be something completely different!

When you first received a package on your doorstep, you were rather surprised given the fact that you hadn’t ordered anything. But upon seeing that it was addressed from S-C, you soon found yourself rather excited to see the contents within. In fact, you were so eager to open the box that you didn’t even think to be concerned and wonder how exactly I had gotten your house address.

So as you quickly ripped off the gift wrapping and cut through the tape, you were shaking with anticipation as you pulled back the flaps of the box and reached your hand in to pull out the contents. Upon doing so though, you were rather annoyed to find that rather than a fully formed costume idea, only a single black speedo was in your hand. Although you were confident that this wasn’t the only item in the box, flipping the box upside down caused no other items to fall out onto your kitchen table.

While you were certainly not too impressed with my costume choice for you, you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You knew what I could do in terms of transforming others in any way imaginable, hell, that’s why you had even reached out to me in the first place! You weren’t the most confident individual, so a transformation seemed like the perfect pick-me-up to help you feel more confident and get a second chance at life with a body that was hopefully much more fitting for you.

As such, you worked with haste peeling out of your clothes until you were fully nude in your residence. Luckily, you lived alone so there was no fear of accidentally flashing someone upon undressing. Now completely nude, you grabbed onto the black speedo and quickly put your feet into it before pulling it up past your thighs. Given your skinny physique though, the speedo was unable to fully stay up around your slender hips due to its 2XL size. So while you continued to hold the undergarment around your waistline, the magic within the garment immediately went to work for remedying this.

Immediately, your hips and shoulders cracked and shifted to give you a much wider and more imposing stance. With your bones altering and changing your body type from an endomorph to something that better resembled a mesomorph physique, it wasn’t long before your wider hips were able to finally hold the speedo in place without the assistance of your hands. Without this limitation, your hands began to wildly wander around and feel up your still-altering body.

In your desire to become someone entirely different from a brown haired, young skinny white guy, I’m sure you were originally hoping to turn into some intimidating buff bodybuilder of a different race. Unfortunately, that’s a rather predictable end result in my opinion, so I had to make it much more interesting and appealing for myself.

This decision of mine suddenly became more apparent as a deep bubbling emerged deep within your gut. Instantly, you watched in horror as your taut and pale stomach began to suddenly push outward with a soft layer of flab. A deep rumbling began to emerge in your stomach, which soon gave way to a constant influx of room-shaking belching. While you were certainly embarrassed by this random and seemingly unconnected occurrence, it soon became clear that these belches were inciting more changes to your body. No matter how hard you tried to resist though, the undignified actions continued and caused your flat chest to bring forth two sizable and flabby man boobs that rested on your new dome of a gut.

While this belching continued its havok towards giving you thunder thighs, flabby upper arms, and a wide and cellulite-ridden ass, the transformations towards your body continued as it affected your hair. Your now-rounded face looked especially cherubic with your well-maintained brown hair, but this soon began to change. Follicle by follicle, the pigment within your hair was seemingly sapped away and losing its shine and youthfulness. As such, it didn’t take long before your youthful hairstyle was ill-fitting due to the thick head of gray hair you had. Luckily, this began to soon remedy itself as your hairline pulled back to reveal several more inches of your forehead and the hair pulled into your scalp until there was only a tight and slightly buzzed hairstyle left on your wide and rounder head.

As you waddled over towards the mirror to see what was further happening to your body, the sudden appearance of wrinkles emerging around your eyes, mouth and forehead indicated the inevitable - you were getting older! While you continued to awkwardly move around to take into account your overweight body, the sudden emergence of a dull back pain was another clear sign of your increased age into the mid-40s range.

While you were too busy rubbing your sizable gut and figuring out how you were going to explain this to your friends and family, your body hair was also continuing to turn gray as ink began to manifest along your sizable arms and make you look more intimidating with a series of tattoos. All in all, it seemed as though the changes had turned you into the perfect middle-aged bear.

Unfortunately, you didn’t find the body perfect and thus continued to freak out to see your older and fatter body. While it was upsetting for me to know that you didn’t like the changes, I had considered this possibility and thus included a failsafe in the magic within the speedo to help you comply with your new body. As such, as you continued to look around in the mirror at your reflection, you were unaware of the fact that reality was altering around you to remove you from your apartment and place you within the locker room of a posh country club.

Although you were momentarily confused as your eyes looked away from the mirror and you realized what was going on, this was quickly remedied as your mind altered to fit your new body. The longer you thought about your old life, the less fitting it seemed to you. You were a chubby bear and you loved it. Hell, you were infamous at the local gay club about how easily you were able to get young twinks and muscle hunks to submit to you and worship your hefty body! In fact, just thinking about the gay club left you rather eager for the upcoming party they were having on Halloween night. In fact, you had already planned out your outfit that would surely get all eyes on you. You were going to dress up as a leather bear by wearing a matching brown leather harness and brown jock strap! Of course, some people might not fully get what you were going for, but luckily you had already purchased a pair of bear ears to wear to make it obvious to anyone confused.

Even though you were quite excited for the upcoming party, your brand new and increased libido left you eager to fuck as soon as possible. So now with your new mind in place, you waddled your way out to the pool to hopefully lounge poolside and attract any interested parties to run their fingers through your dense pelt of chest fur and admire your gorgeous body!

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#asks #Halloween TF #weight gain #age progression #mental changes

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ananinidraws · 6 months

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Shelly de Killer is a character in Ace Attorney. And the DeKillers are an assassin family. So there's a chance a Jeff de Killer exists in the Ace Attorney universe, and in this essay i will

#ni writes stuff #how tf do i even tag this #ace attorney #shelly de killer #jeff the killer #????#i dunno it's 4am and i had this stupid thought lmao #anyways back to sleeping snooooork mimimimi #oh i guess this counts as my halloween post ovo

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cukerka32 · 6 months

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That was supposed to be a Halloween themed (colours) Soundwave, but I'm late for the challenge

Anyway

#transformers #tfp #maccadam #transformers prime #soundwave #tfp soundwave #tf art #halloween #happy halloween #Tf halloween

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leefyberrybread · 6 months

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Late Halloween doodles lolll

Poor Starscream. Haunted by a demon cupcake after watching fnaf😔

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marinatedsaltea · 6 months

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Happy Happy Halloween!!

And my birthday, which will also be on 31st weewoo

Decided to post the doodle earlier to leave some more time for celebration !

#halloween #happy halloween #transformers #transformers animated #tf art #tfa art #tf bumblebee #tfa bumblebee #bumblebee #tf bulkhead #tfa bulkhead #bulkhead #tfa sari #artwork #YIPEE #SoundCloud

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nichet-crochet · 6 months

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Vampire Posm!

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ministarfruit · 6 months

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this is my non-spoiler review of the doppelgänger routes

#vtuber #holostars #holotempus #regis altare #axel syrios #gavis bettel #machina x flayon #banzoin hakka #josuiji shinri #FINISHED IT TODAY AND. OKAY. I SEE #give me time to absorb this before new talents I'M BARELY KEEPING UP #what an emotional rollercoaster #truly a halloween gift #I do kind of want to beat all of them up #but huntsman and showman... you're safe for now #KARASU SQUARE TF UP THO #can't wait for this game to stew in my mind #I have so many thoughts

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bluecollarmcandtf · 7 months

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Too Old to Trick-or-Treat

When the doorbell rang, I did not expect to be seeing an 18 year-old standing on the doorstep. Nevertheless, I grabbed my bowl of candy and greeted him with my best Transylvanian accent. The handsome young man flashed me a winning smile and stuck out his chest.

"Trick or treat!" he charmed, "It's Brandon from down the street. By the way, that vampire costume is sick!"

I rolled my eyes, "Brandon, aren't you a bit old for trick-or-treating?"

"What's it to you, dude? Aren't you a bit old to be dressing up?" Brandon laughed, "I'm just killing time 'till my friends pick me up."

A small sigh escaped my throat. Brandon's friends were as careless as he was. Countless mailboxes had been smashed over the last few months, and I had a sneaking suspicion of who was responsible. Brandon may put on a good performance during the day, but he was quite the rebellious vandal at night.

"Wait here, Brandon. I have something special for you..."

"Hope it's a king-sized candy bar!" he called as I slipped back into my house.

With quiet steps, I retreated back to my study, where I kept all my ancient texts and spell books. My family has practiced witchcraft for centuries, and I knew just the thing to help Brandon grow up.

"Here you are, Clark Kent," I said, handing the young man an enticing little pastry.

"Damn, that looks good," he gasped before scarfing the baked good down, "That was the best cookie I've ever had!"

I smiled inwardly and leaned against the doorpost to watch. Brandon looked confused when he suddenly noticed a stinging sensation in his stomach. He groaned in shock as his stomach rumbled louder and louder. He held his belly nervously and looked at me with panic.

"Woah, what was in that thing?"

A loud belch bubbled up his throat and sounded out of his mouth. All his thoughts and worries seemed to leave with the air from his stomach because his face slackened immediately after the burp. He kind of slumped back into a relaxed standing position, and a physical transformation began happening all over his young body.

His gut gurgled and bubbled outward as his spine stretched taller. Mass seemed to spawn all over his frame as his metabolism rapidly aged. The skin on his face seemed to sag and age as wiry hairs burst out of his cheeks.

"Wow, you've aged quite well," I noted, suddenly stunned by manly body wearing a tight costume in front of me.

Brandon seemed to snap out of his stupor, and glanced at his surroundings. Something seemed off to him. He was unaccustomed to his sudden change in height.

"What just happened?" a much deeper tone surprised the young man.

"You needed to grow up, Brandon."

"What?" he began to notice his new body with panic, "Why am I fat and hairy all over?"

"This is just your body in 20 years. I just made it come a lot faster."

"Woah! Dude, change me back," he begged, "This is gross! God, I look just like my dad."

I chuckled at the guy. It's not so often you see a grown man like this in a tight Superman costume, whining like a child. I decided I might have him stick around for a little bit.

"I'm not changing you back," I explained deviously, "But I will change your thoughts..."

"What?" he scoffed.

"... It'll be easier for you to accept your new body if you have a new mind to go with it. It's not like you can go back home or hang out with your friends looking ike this. Can you?"

"You can't change my thoughts-"

"Babe, get back inside!" I suddenly chastized him.

He looks confused for a moment. A whole minute passed where his brain seemed to be loading the new information, and then said, "Ok, babe."

"I love the costume on you, babe," I add, patting his round gut, "Even though you've packed on a few pounds since our wedding."

Brandon blushed beneath his hairy face and felt his chest self-consciously. He looked embarrassed about his heavy frame.

"You know I like a little pudge though," I added, "Hey, while I'm on candy duty, do you mind cleaning out the gutters in the back? The fall leaves clogged them up again, and I know how you love taking care of things around the house."

"Sure thing, babe," he gave me a peck on the cheek and steps down the hallway.

"You really are my superhero!" I called, watching his big ass move in those tight superhero pants.

"And you're my evil villain," he heartily laughed before stepping outside to do what I asked.

It was going to be nice having Brandon around for awhile. I was determined to teach him the pleasures of a mature and stable lifestyle. Sure, he' was taking care of all my yardwork and house chores for the next few weeks, but I really just did this for his own good.

I was ready to train him to be the perfect little husband, and part of that involved enjoying that tight superhero costume he's squeezed into at the moment.

#gay mind control #male transformation #gay transformation #gay tf #halloween #hypno story

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octuscle · 6 months

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My buddy is having a Halloween party and it’s sports themed. I want to go but I don’t have anything to wear. I feel like everyone is going to be in football gear and I want something different. Does your costume store have any bodybuilding posers? That’s a sport right?

You stand in a dark corner with your impossibly fitting posing pants and your head is red. The appearance is incredibly embarrassing for you. You look just between the whole football players almost naked with your flabby body also really not very attractive…

My God! You didn't activate the transformation. Fortunately, a colleague from Chronivac Inc. at the party recognized your costume as one of ours and informed me. I'll activate the transformation right away. Duration until November 02 at 08:00. After the failed start of the party you should at least have something from your new body.

The transformation starts under your pants. Your ass will be really crisp, your skin soft and completely hairless. The missing pubic hair makes your limp already 18 centimeters long cock appear even longer. And immediately the transformation prepares up and down. Above the waistband Adonisbelt and six-pack form. Underneath, veins pop on your massive muscular thighs. The transformation captures your lower legs. Your calves inflate. And your poor bathing slippers become army boots in size 13. And in the meantime the transformation has also reached your neck. You can let your pectoral muscles dance. Your neck is wider than your head. Your skin is smooth and tanned. Only your thin arms and ugly head don't quite fit the overall picture yet. But while your arms become more massive than your legs were a moment ago, your chin becomes more angular, your acne disappears, your facial features harden until you literally scream "bodybuilder alpha jock".

Standing in the corner with red head in embarrassment? Forget it! You're the star on the dance floor now. And later maybe on stage with the Go-Go's. What happens then? Give it your all and have fun!

Pic found @muscleaddictza

#male tf #reality change #muscle tf #halloween tf

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onyxstic · 6 months

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Hey guys! Hope y’all are having a great October! Sorry my posts have been lacking, I’ve been busy with personal art and other assortments for school or writing projects. But! I got a few things sorted so I’ll try posting more.

In the meantime have a little drawing I made the other day. Man I love vampires.

+some other stuff!

#nightsling #transformers #transformers art #transformer oc #tf seekers #seeker oc #halloween #vampire #oc art

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captainremond · 6 months

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🎃 🎃🎃

"All crew members! Now you can get the period-limited Halloween Rodimus Star~~! ☆"

#transformers #rodimus #rodimus prime #tf #transformers idw #maccadam #mtmte #idw rodimus #halloween

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derfpossessions · 6 months

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Rented You Out - Part 3

I’m back after months! Note that for this part it’s gonna be a little different just for the sake of the halloween spirit! (tw a little bit of horror and gore) 🎃

Read Parts 1 and 2 if you haven’t already!

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The High School is throwing a huge halloween party, and Denholm, Markus and Paula went to buy costumes at PartyCity.

“Do I look good babe?” Denholm asked his girlfriend.

“Of course! Now let’s go out and eat?” The three headed to the nearby fast food.

As they were riding in the car, a little boy was seen wearing a halloween costume, and approached the three.

“Trick or treat??” asked the kid.

“I think it’s too early for that honey.” said by Markus.

“Trick or treat??” the kid said again with his pupils getting more enlarged.

“Denholm I think we should leave.” Paula said while she started to get nervous. The kid started shaking a little bit.

Chapter 2

The night comes as Markus went home and left Paula and Denholm. It was 3 hours before the halloween party.

“I’ll see you two later at the party okay? The house is gonna be filled with shit!” Markus said as he started heading home.

“So babe, now that he’s out of the way, why don’t you and I have a little bit of fun tonight?” Paula said in a flirting manner.

“Baby, I’m kinda tired, let’s just call it a day shall we?” Denholm was panting.

She then started pushing him to the bed. And there the magic started happening.

“YESSS!! HARDER!!” Paula screamed as the bed started to rocked like there’s an earthquake in LA.

Loads of milk were splashing everywhere, Paula even swallowed some of them.

Paula was screeching in pleasure as Denholm pounded her hard. She bounced up and down as Denholm’s glorified manhood strobed her.

“Babe, we gotta go clean after this. I don’t wanna go to the party smelling like cum.” Denholm jokingly said.

As the two were having fun, a shadow was seen running across the halls.

“What was that?” Denholm was startled.

“I don’t know. It sounded like a cat or something. I’m going to go check.” Paula put on her clothes.

The two smiled at each other as she opens the door wide.

“And put a goddamn shirt on before you leave the room!” Paula giggled as she throw the shirt to Denholm while he was turned around.

But unluckily for Denholm, the shirt had hit the button used to turn him into a bodysuit.

He started getting dizzy and nauseous and he noticed his feet were deflating. He started panicking.

“Babe… Babe!” Denholm started screaming but she couldn’t hear him.

Suddenly a weird figure appeared in front of him. It was the kid. But it wasn’t.

“Help.. help me!” Denholm said to the kid. But we has just standing there shaking.

The kid started turning into something else, into a full alien. Whatever creature that was, it was definitely NOT human. The creature then shut the door.

“What… what?!! Stand back!” Denholm panicked but couldn’t move because his legs have fully deflated.

The alien started coming closer. It made its way to his bed and started grabbing his rubber legs.

Denholm gasped for air. His chest was also deflating slowly as he watched the alien grab him like clothes.

He let out one last scream and grunt before all that’s left was his head. The alien then started opening the zipper from his spine.

The suit stretched down as the alien’s sharp legs pierced inside Denholm’s legs. He witnessed it all happen before he completely blacked out. The alien’s skinny taller body molded into Denholm, and he saw him standing a little more taller. As he blinked his last sight, his head collapsed on his new ribcage-y chest. The process was almost complete.

The alien magically started molding into the insides of Denholm, reverting back to his normal shape. All’s that left was to put on the head.

The alien’s head was too large to fit into Denholm’s, so it had to stretched the zipper into him.

Denholm’s face puffed out to the point that his eyes opened wide and his mouth jaw dropped. As the process was coming to an end, a new Denholm opens his eyes, and zips the zipper shut.

The new Denholm started clenching his jaw, and he started breathing hard as he learned the basics of living as a human.

He started touching his chest, and pulled out Denholm’s phone to take a quick picture.

“I… I did it. I am… I am him.” He said in a very low monotone voice.

Then Paula suddenly opened the door to see Denholm still naked.

“Babe! Didn’t I told you to get up like 10 minutes ago?! Come on we’re gonna be late for the party!” Paula said.

“Babe… babe. Ok. babe.” Denholm said as he stares blankly into Paula.

“Hahahaha very funny! Maybe you should put that into character when we’re actually IN the party! Now come on! You gotta clean off those cum stains in the fucking bed!” Paula was disgusted.

Denholm rubbed his face and touched his cock and he stared at the mirror again.

“Trick or treat… Denholm.” He started grinning.

While taking a shower at the bathroom, he slowly unleashed his fresh new alien loads .

Chapter 3

“Why isn’t this man not answering?!?” Markus got pissed as Denholm wasn’t answering his calls.

Suddenly Denholm’s car arrives. He is wearing the pirate outfit from PartyCity.

“Oh finally guess who showed up?” Markus said.

Denholm just stared at him blank for a good 4 seconds. Then he just ignored him and walked by.

“Paula did you gave him crack or something cuz im gonna crack your ass if you did!” Markus got annoyed but was laughing.

“Shut up! I would never do such a thing!” Paula jokingly said.

The three then went in and had fun.

The dancing got louder, and Paula and Denholm were in the middle of the dancefloor. Everyone loved him that night.

“Nice pirate costume G” said by one of Denholm’s varsity boys. The drunk guy then pat him hard in the back, hard enough to flip the switch… off.

Denholm collapsed to the ground and then started having seizures, he was turning BACK into human form. One rule that you should take note of is that a person should NEVER turn off the bodysuit mode while someone is inside the suit. It will be very painful. or worse.

Paula held her boyfriend tight as he started gasping for air. Time was running out for Denholm, and for the alien inhabiting him. Markus witnessed everything that happened. He wasn’t shocked about the fact that Denholm started spitting out green slime on the ground, it was the fact that the switch was turned ON the whole time.

“Wait… so that means… FUCK.” Markus was in shock. “Someone must have used the bodysuit!” He didn’t know what to do. Him and Denholm came up with an agreement that Denholm would never turn into suit mode without Markus’ approval. He ran up to him and notice Denholm’s eyes. There was something weird about those eyes… something glowing inside.

Denholm then grabbed by the neck and started choking Markus. Everyone started panicking. Music was stopped, people were running away. Markus looked into Denholm’s eyes. It somehow made him feel pleasurable in a way. One of the boys then grabbed Denholm away from Markus, letting go of him. Panting, Denholm freed himself from the men’s arms and ran towards the dark hallway.

Markus followed forth, and saw Denholm finally collapse as his back unzips, revealing the horrific creature that was using his body.

“Trick or treat..” the alien murmured.

“Hold on.. I recognize that voice.” Markus realized that the alien was the kid that was asking for candy back at the drive thru.

“Stay. away.” Markus threatened the alien. The alien then started crawling towards him.

“I know you love me but I love someone else…” The alien mimicked Denholm’s voice before collapsing and turning into a pile of dried powdered cement.

Markus almost went into tears. The alien might not have hurt him physically, but it managing to dig in through Denholm’s memories and say that felt like him getting stabbed a thousand times.

He then tried waking Denholm up, whose body is in a room. He was not waking up. And there wasn’t any assurance of when he will wake up. Since Markus didn’t know how long that alien has been using Denholm’s body, he’s not sure if Denholm is not yet fully awakened to be able to return. He then heard Paula and the others running up to the room.

“Babe?! Babe! Are you alright??!? What the fuck happened?!?” Paula was on the verge of tears.

Denholm then said, “I’m alright… I was just feeling so high earlier.. must have been the drinks or someone must have laced me..”

“Ok stay right where you are, I’m going to go get an uber to drive us home.” Paula runs out of the door.

Denholm then closes the door and changes his clothes. He let out a big sigh and looked in the mirror. “Sorry I had to do this to you again, Denholm.”

TO BE CONTINUED

(Sorry if this one’s a bit rushed, I’ve been busy lately so I didn’t really had that much time. Stay tuned for more!)

#male body possession #male bodysuit #alien parasite #halloween #male tf #male body hijack #male body transformation #male behavior change #alien possession #alien takeover

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akidachi · 1 year

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Frankensteins Fanclub!

#happy halloween yall #halloween #transformers #tf #idw1 #exrid #constructicons #prowl #hook #mixmaster #long haul #bonecrusher #scavenger #prowlastator #constructiprowl #i need yall to understand that the lineart and coloring on this thing alone took like 8 hours #all the lines sans prowl along with the flats took over 5 hours #and the shading was 2 #my only real break was pacing around the living room for an hour inbetween these #my way of measurement is the dr retrospectives ive been listening to as background noise #but with the extra time for earlier lineart included that makes 8 #dont even ask me how long the sketch took i have no idea #theres 6 characters in this and theyre all robots its safe to say it took a while #anyways it is 4am and my shoulders hurt so #i am in pain but i am proud #also dont question prowls costume #they dragged him into this and hes lazy #maccadam

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leefyberrybread · 6 months

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Another late halloweenge thingyyy

#I was experimenting with brushes I never use plus new ones I got #it turned out a lot better than I thought it would lol #vibrant lineart my beloved #transformers #maccadam #tf idw #mtmte #cygate #cyclonus #tailgate #idw tailgate #idw cyclonus #happy late halloween #Halloween isn’t over on my blog until I say it’s over #they r going trick or treating and Cy is a scarecrow and lil gate is his pumpkin <3 #I think this is the first time I drew them together tbh or like actually really drew them #doodles #corndogyyy art #I love my non consistent art style

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lorimnnn · 10 months

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hey babez :3 could u possibly write about how michael feels for a hyperfemme bimbo gf? like he never sees her without heels and lashes on X3 this is shamelessly a self insert lol

i have no excuses. this has been sitting in my inbox and stewing in my mind for way too long but here it is!!! i was so excited to put it out I have no idea what happened lol

hope you enjoy my love!!

p.s. remember to reblog and comment!!!

cw: swearing, canon-typical violence, suggestive themes

i feel like a lot of the people who say he wouldn't care because he's literally a psychopathic serial killer forget he was born in 1957. He was literally raised in the sixties--- he won't care BUT HE'S GOING TO NOTICE.

michael is a watcher. long before he approached you he has memorised your routine, developed favourites from your closet, salivated over the doe-eyed batting of your long lashes when something doesn't quite go your way. you will later learn that your missing makeup products and fraying clothes is because of this fucker playing with you.

he's intrigued by you. the way you prance around without a care in the world, legs exposed, everything exposed. it's so scandalous. it feels like a sin to look at you alone.

the confidence that you carry yourself with only arouses him even more. he can't even fully objectify you because you know your worth and have standards and therefore he finds himself wondering what you're like. your personality. everything in between.

it becomes obsessive

when he approaches you, it's to extinguish his desire over your body. over you.

if he lets it go any further he'll---

are you... are you flirting with him?

he doesn't know how to feel with you looking directly at him, flinging comments his way despite knowing, KNOWING who he is. you're not even mistaken, you're just going for it even though he still has a knife in his hand

he already can't resist you

when you start running your hands down his body, he's done. just done.

if you're a bimbo in the 1960s (idfk you time travelled), you're going to be an outsider yourself and it makes him feel closer to you. you're practically a power couple--- two outsiders doing whatever the fuck you want with your lives? marriage. now.

you make him feel like a filthy old man. michael was raised with ideas of a white-picket fence and a busy 9-5 with a pretty wife to come home to. all that jazz. while he isn't that traditional you're going to be uprooting everything he once thought he knew and you best believe that when he looks at you, there is not one clean thought in his head

he becomes possessive tenfold. it doesn't help that you're dead gorgeous. will try stop you from leaving the house. will lock you and isolate you in there if he knew it wouldn't draw attention. why the fuck did you have to be so popular?

so many guys asking after you are now dead. and they keep popping up like flies--- Michael gets annoyed by this really easily. it's probably the only part of your getup and lifestyle that he doesn't really like. since he's a pretty independent killer and likes to go and do his own thing, it sets him on edge knowing he can't leave you alone for a minute without having like, 500 men pile up on his hit list

you get a free scary dog now at least. yay! privileges! feel free to walk wherever you want at whatever time of day or night. Michael will take care of you and castrate any man dumbass enough to even look your way

michael is so obsessed it's not okay

his favourite part about this though is watching you get ready. then tearing it all off you and watching you have to start again. you'll be doing your makeup and his hands will just be running up and down your legs, squeezing your thighs and waist, bruises left in his wake.

you'll be constantly swatting him away because he can't help himself. his hand is always on an exposed part of your skin

he just thinks you're so gorgeous and not in a loving way, but an inquisitive way. he's genuinely affronted by how good you look and he doesn't understand it, that explosive, sensual vitality of yours that can never be snuffed out and is so, uniquely you. he wants to pull you apart and understand you because just like him, you're an anomaly of your time

he already has a staring problem... can you imagine him now? he's not looking away once. it'll quickly get uncomfortable because he just won't stop. doesn't even wanna close his eyes when you're sleeping. everything you do to him is just provoking him. push his face away? he's going to steel himself and lean into your touch. shove him? he's a brick wall and thinks you're feeling him up. yell at him about it? he's unimpressed--- don't you get it? you're literally the centre of his world. why would he look away?

michael is literally feral for you i don't make the rules

tell him you've got nothing to wear and he will go and pick an outfit he's lowkey been fantasising about for a good month, waiting for the opportunity. and it's actually pretty good. depending on how you react, this will become his love language for you--- acts of service.

definitely starts targeting other bimbos and stealing from their closet to give you clothes.

i have a very clear image in my head of The Shape himself, prowling down the streets of Haddonfield and surveying the empty streets of the night, utterly ferocious as he hunts his next kill---

completely softening when his bimbo s/o, previously clinging to his arm like they're on a nightly stroll, trips over nothing.

if your feet ever start to hurt from the heels, he will happily carry you. but not in a cute way. as in a 'I want you around but you're holding me up. I'm going to sweep you off your feet now. Don't fall."

decorate his mask with lip prints

I dare you

you'd think he would hate it but it's been like a few weeks and the lip prints are still there. you know he loves it. he knows he loves it. he will always pretend to be indifferent though and it will surprise you every time. michael can care less about how scary he looks. even with his s/o making him look like a besotten college boyfriend, looking scary is the last of his worries when he's literally a famed killer.

since he's following you anyway, use his pockets. mechanics overalls have so many pockets. and he'll encourage you. if you ever end up walking around at night with him and start complaining that you forgot your lipgloss at home, he's going to suddenly be holding out his hand--- he's a walking, non-talking, portable storage bin and be grateful because this is his only way of showing non-physical affection lmao. i fully suggest you take advantage of this. he doesn't need his pockets anyway, he holds his knife. so feel free to stock him up and rummage around as much as you like

but be warned. if you touch him in the slightest when retrieving your lipgloss from one of his pockets, he's going to think you're sending signals.

holds all your specialists at knife point so you can get your stuff done for free. if you don't like that, just tell him. but he thinks he's helping you lmfao. your poor nail girl is pissing herself trying to glue on your acrylics

just give him lots of kisses to fuel up for the day and he's good (he will stand there and act unresponsive and neutral, but if you don't give him his daily dose of affection he's going to continue to stand there, blocking your path until you do)

and don't be fooled, either. Michael may be soft on you but he is not a soft man

definitely takes sick pleasure in seeing his bruises peeking out of your skimpy clothes, his marks on full display on your neck. it's just so territorial and it's one of the few things that is able to send a rush through him--- knowing that everyone wants you and that you're walking prey, but you've already been claimed

is like an animal around you. give him one signal and you will definitely be devoured--- i hope you don't spend a lot of money on clothes because you're going to find a lot of it destroyed. better learn how to sew

just think of him as your pet rabid dog. full stop.

otherwise i actually think Michael loves his hyperfemme bimbo gf. not that he'll admit it, but you know. he's horrible at hiding it but it has a lot to do with the fact he doesn't try. just stay out of trouble and he won't wreck havoc on your life <3

Michael has always been an outsider.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he'd become a killer as a kid, although that was the first and most obvious sign. Growing up in the sanitarium had only conditioned him into believing he could never be anything else and that his only mercy would be embracing it. Funny. Now he was rumoured to be the devil incarnate: the ultimate outsider.

But that wasn't the point.

Even if Michael weren't a killer, he'd always been different. A flimsy grasp on emotions and even clumsier responses to things that were supposed to inspire sympathy. Sadness. Pity. The in-between emotions that weren't quite happy but weren't quite sad or angry or scared. But he'd just been slow in development, right? One day it would end and he would wake up and be like the rest of them. It had been a naive thought--- it had gotten Judith killed.

The sanitarium also taught Michael other things, other than the fact that he would never belong in society as anything more than a menace and disruption. He learned that he was a rarity. Some sort of unexplainable anomaly that they had to contain because they couldn't understand, and because he didn't care about changing that, he would never be free. The sanitarium had taught Michael that people feared him because there weren't many of him. So he gave them something real to fear.

He never really came across someone like him. It wouldn't have really changed things, but it would have added bredth to perspective. But Michael would soon find out that anomalies like him came in all shapes and sizes. Anomalies, like you, were just as strange, even if you fit in much better than he did.

You.

He didn't know what to make of you.

"Hey sexy!" A drunkard's voice floated over the heads over the bar and stabbed right into your back. You only wrinkled your nose.

"Um, ew!"

"Aw, don't be like that. You don't mean that." His eyes raked over you. "Looking for anybody, hey? I can save you the time you spend searching."

You look like you're about to gag. "No. Like, never. In a kajillion years."

"Bitch."

"What's the word again?" You frowned. "The men with no dicks?"

"... Eunuchs?"

"Yeah!" You beamed. "That's you. 'Cause you have no balls."

His friends roared in laughter as red crawled over the man's face. You were satisfied enough by then to move on. You knew he wasn't done. He'd probably try follow you home. That made you smirk.

You had a little magic trick up your sleeve for little diseases like them. A magic trick you weren't even sure knew that you knew he existed: Michael fucking Myers.

Michael didn't understand what it was about you that stuck out so much. You were here at the bar for what every other person was there for. Talk. Drink. Fuck, maybe, if you got lucky that was. You were all dolled up like every other woman in the room but it was like the spotlight was naturally attracted to you and he couldn't look away. Was it that tiny little skirt? Your tits pressed up towards your chin by a tight little top? You were so scandalously dressed and hid nothing. Your intentions were clear and yet somehow that repelled people the same way it drew them in.

Michael could tell you were like him. You couldn't relate to the conversations. The difference was that you tried to. They'd just laugh at you and walk away--- another dead tonight.

How long has it been, now? Since he'd started stalking you? A few days? Weeks? Months?

It had never occurred to him that you could be doing it on purpose. Changing with your blinds wide open, bending over when you caught a glimpse of him standing there in your mirror. But the obsession had gripped him. There was no escaping.

And it was distracting him horribly.

You would die tonight, he decided. These... Feelings would die with you.

It all happens in moments.

Him, following you home.

Him, raising the knife above his head.

You, turning before it could meet home, pressing your body against his.

"I knew you'd say hi one day."

Michael stops. Tilts his head.

"Not like this, though." You pout. You run your finger down the cheek of his mask and along the zipper of his mechanic's overalls. Your touch is electric and he can nearly feel it against his skin, the thrills exploding at the slightest pressure. "I'm honestly kind of hurt."

He could kill you now.

Maybe give you a chance to run?

Having you see him and speak directly to him, though, is a dizzying feeling he can't quite seem to recover from. But from the outside he looks stoic. He looks like he's humouring you before your inevitable death, which you inwardly frantically hope against.

"Michael, right?" You taste the word, curiously finding your way around it. "Mikey."

He stares at you impassively.

"I thought you had a crush on me." You draw circles into his chest with your finger and tilt your head back to look at him. "Did I get it wrong?"

Er... Not really.

You were either really dumb or maybe just---

Maybe a little weird like him.

Michael slowly lowers the knife. You take it as an olive branch and push yourself further against him, hard enough to feel the contours of his toned stomach and the rippling valleys of his body. Muscular. Well, he was a serial killer. You could put that thought away for now, though.

"I've been dying for you to talk to me all week. What took you so long?" You bite your lip. "I almost went and talked to you myself. Oh. Oooh. Maybe I should have. I think you're more excited than I am that we're finally talking."

Experimentally, his hand comes up to take hold of your throat. He inspects you--- your long, fake lashes framing filthy doe eyes, the sparkling smear of eyeshadow across your lid that matches your abnormally long and sharp nails. The confidence in which you hold yourself despite being at the mercy of The Shape himself. Genuine.

You're being genuine.

And Michael is... Feeling things. A lot of things. It's almost overwhelming, the onslaught of arousal, the heightened obsession, the near-desperate desire to possess you right there and then---

Mine, he thinks, and he almost says it out loud. Mine.

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