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Hi tumbler user..I m someone who you don't wanna know...now via this mode I am gonna journal my body progress in upcoming month. I m fat around 80 kg and have a big belly fat. I do get insecure about it and I know it's the only thing I m insecure about. So via this journey that I m gonna have, I wanna transform myself into a body of low body fat.
So please do support and love me..yours Freind
Tantra's an enormous subject and most of it, I guess, is just silliness and superstition- not worth bothering about. But there's a hard core of sense. You accept the world, and you make use of it; you make use of everything you do, of everything that happens to you, of all the things you see and hear and taste and touch, as so many means to your liberation from the prison of yourself.
Aldous Huxley Island (1962)
This is a really old drawing i did after listening to a Mortebianca's Creepypasta about scps hope you like it!🐲🐉 Ps. If you want it as my new profile pic write in the comments! 👍 #scp #disegno #disegnoamatita #disegniamatita #disegni #darkdrawing #dark #creepy #bone #transformation #traditional #traditionalart #tree #funghi #fungi #moss #artworks #artist #arte #art #artwork #drawings #drawing #draw #scpfoundation #sketchbook #skeleton https://www.instagram.com/p/CA2-HyLFspW/?igshid=1o1p7ryyalruo
No one should have to do this alone. You’ve been alone with the pain long enough. A breakthrough call costs you nothing. www.lydialowerybusler.com/coaching
🔥 Rubedo, la trasmutación, rojo Sol de Horus Cuando se logra la integración de la sombra; Animus / Anima, positivo / negativo, Sol / Luna, luz / sombra, en el Rubedo, se realiza la fusión del Yo con la Divinidad. Fusionar el Ego con el cosmos, el regreso a la matriz original. 🔥 Rubedo, transmutation, red Horus and the Sun When the integration of the shadow is achieved; Animus / Anima, positive / negative, Sun / Moon, light / shadow, in the Rubedo, the fusion of the “self” with the Divinity is realized. Merge the Ego with the cosmos, the return to the original matrix. #Transmutacion #transmutacion #transmutation #rubedo #transformation #transformacion #ilustration #ilustracion #alchemy #alquimia #Horus #sun #sol 9/365 https://www.instagram.com/p/BsuCOz6HLrn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=g8uma664kgm8
🌕 Albedo, Coniunctio, blanco La fase Lunar de Isis. Fruto de la purificación de la prima materia por medio de la Nigredo. El despertar de la conciencia. Proceso que transcurre internamente y es invisible, ocurre en el inconsciente. Este proceso transcurre en el cielo cuando se logra la unión del Sol y la Luna, ya sea en el novilunio o luna nueva. Ocurre unas tres veces como máximo en la vida, cada unos treinta años. 🌕 Albedo, Coniunctio, white The Lunar phase of Isis. Result of the purification of the raw material through the Nigredo. The awakening of consciousness. Process that takes place internally and is invisible, occurs in the unconscious. This process takes place in the sky when the Sun and the Moon join, whether in the new moon or new moon. It happens about three times in a lifetime, every thirty years. #coniunctio #albedo #transformation #transformacion #ilustration #ilustracion #alchemy #alquimia #Isis #luna #moon 8/365 https://www.instagram.com/p/BsuCAlvHsyb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n51oy3xp58g6
🌑 Putrefactio, Nigredo, negro. La muerte de Osiris. El encuentro con el mal, la sombra. Dolor, separaciones, duelo, enfermedades, pobreza. Tener que enfrentarte a los propios karmas personales y fuertes. Proceso regido por Saturno, cada 7 años. “el alquimista no apresura su trabajo, espera el momento cósmico adecuado” 🌑 Putrefactio, Nigredo, black. The death of Osiris. The encounter with evil, the shadow. Pain, separation, grief, illness, and poverty. Having to face personal karma. Process by Saturn, every 7 years. "The alchemist does not rush his work, he waits for the right moment" #putrefactio #nigredo #transformation #transformacion #ilustration #ilustracion #alchemy #alquimia #Osiris #saturn #saturno 7/365 https://www.instagram.com/p/BsuBzYLn0i_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ka0bzizgso57
⚪️ Alquimia "Al" significa Dios. “Chimia” significa química. La química de Dios. ⚪️ Alchemy "Al" means God. “Chimia” means chemistry. The chemistry of God. #transformation #transformacion #ilustration #ilustracion #alchemy #alquimia 6/365 https://www.instagram.com/p/BsuBcIkHwZ8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qrh1upffnbhx
⚪️ “He aquí, os digo un misterio: No todos dormiremos; pero todos seremos transformados.” ▫️ ☄️ ▫️ “Behold, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep; but we shall all be changed.” ▫️ #astrology #jupiter #transformation#astrología #astrologia#transformacion #transformación 4/365 https://www.instagram.com/p/BsrUymvnvSM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zrrzh2o34crv
⚪️ La libélula simboliza el cambio, la transformación, la adaptabilidad y la autorrealización. Representa la fuente de madurez mental y emocional, la comprensión del significado más profundo de la vida. ▫️ The dragonfly symbolizes change, transformation, adaptability, and self-realization. Represents the source in mental and emotional maturity, and understanding the deeper meaning of life. #libelula #dragonfly #transformation#transformacion #ilustration#ilustracion 5/365 https://www.instagram.com/p/BsrU4ODndC4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hsqvjv0qk31f
Enjoy our "Rediscover You", post.
What do you do to rediscover yourself?
Alfred: Vampires are shapeshifters. Vampires have the ability to transform not only into bats, but also wolves and rats. Arthur usually takes the form of a small bat, and I, a wolf. Our icon is the both of us in our preferred animal forms.
Arthur: Although, it’s important to note that we can only change forms at the break of dawn, dusk, midnight, noon, or when the moon is highest in the sky.
((This is something I took and modified from Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Everyone knows the bat thing, but Dracula’s vampire is one of my favourites, so I borrowed some of the lore.))
* I am a working in progress. *
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Golden leaf
Chill slain
Wings murmur
Sent to stone
Shorn
Last sigh
In an arbour
Of bone
Я анансувала тож ... ось мій дипломний проект залишитись інкогніто в цій моя мережі більше не вийде. Не те щоб я намагалась...)
I don't think anyone can fathom how badly I want to be compleated. I want the oil dripping down my skin as it seeps into my body. I want my eyes to flood red as my flesh becomes metal. I want porcelain skin and robotic tendrils and flesh-devouring mouths to open up across my body. I want to become horror as I cry and laugh and scream a song I've never heard before. I want wings to burst from my back as claws extend from beneath my fingers and my eyes drip oil.
""There is a saying,'What got you here won't get you there.'" "What does it mean?" I ask "That the same set of circumstances, beliefs, actions that got you to a moment won't get you to what comes next. If you want a different outcome, you have to behave differently. That you have to keep evolving."" - Rebecca Serle, One Italian Summer
"Day by day, the leaves of the trees along the streets turned to gold. It delighted me to see how well the changing colors matched the slow transformation happening inside me." - Satoshi Yagisawa, Days at the Morisaki Bookshop (Translation by Eric Ozawa)
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Ethan had always been drawn to the unusual, to things that lay just outside the boundaries of normal. At 28, he lived a quiet life in a small apartment, but there was an itch inside him that couldn’t be scratched—something deep in his mind that wanted more. He often found himself dreaming of being part of something greater, something different. Little did he know, the answer was waiting for him in the form of someone he’d soon meet: a man named Adrian.
Adrian was a man of mystery, someone Ethan had met through mutual friends at a small gathering. There was something magnetic about Adrian—something that made people gravitate toward him. His calm demeanour and sharp intellect caught Ethan’s attention, but there was something else about Adrian that intrigued him even more: an aura of control, a sense of command that seemed to hold the room without him even trying.
One evening, after several conversations that wandered into deep, philosophical territory, Adrian invited Ethan to his private space. It wasn’t unusual for Adrian to do this—he’d always come across as someone who offered a new perspective on life, but tonight, something felt different.
“Ethan,” Adrian began, “I’ve sensed your desire for change. I know you’ve been looking for something beyond the ordinary. I can offer you that. I can show you a new form of freedom, one you might not have imagined.”
Ethan’s curiosity piqued, though he didn’t fully understand what Adrian meant. The invitation felt impossible to resist, like it had been designed just for him.
As Ethan entered Adrian’s private studio, he noticed the room was unlike any space he’d ever been in—sleek, minimalist, almost clinical. The walls were adorned with strange symbols and machinery that seemed to hum with energy, the air thick with anticipation. Adrian moved toward him, his presence commanding, yet strangely calming.
“You’ll find yourself changed tonight, Ethan,” Adrian said, his voice soft but filled with intent. “I’m offering you a transformation. You’ve always wanted something different—tonight, you’ll become something different. You’ll lose yourself in the most freeing way.”
Ethan's heart raced, but there was no turning back now. The idea of being transformed, of becoming something entirely new, thrilled him. Adrian’s words felt like they were unlocking a door in his mind, pushing him toward a future he hadn’t imagined but now desperately wanted.
Adrian gestured for Ethan to sit on a sleek metallic chair, the surface cool against his skin. As Ethan settled in, Adrian began to speak, his words flowing in a rhythmic pattern that seemed to echo in Ethan’s head, deepening his focus. With each word, a strange warmth spread through Ethan’s body, a sensation that made him feel lighter, as though his very form was becoming fluid.
“You will become one with the essence of purpose,” Adrian murmured. “Your body will shift, your mind will shift, and you will no longer be limited by what you were before. You will be moulded into something that serves a higher function.”
As Ethan’s body began to tingle, he felt the transformation taking place. His skin felt like it was stretching, growing smoother, softer. His arms and legs became more pliable, his joints loosening, until he could feel a soft, rubbery texture replacing his flesh. It was a strange sensation, like he was becoming less human and more something else entirely—something sleek, shiny, and efficient.
Adrian watched intently, his eyes glowing with satisfaction as he guided the change. Ethan’s body was now smooth and glossy, resembling the soft, malleable texture of rubber. His mind, too, seemed to be shifting, his thoughts becoming simpler, clearer, more focused on serving the function that Adrian had promised. The world outside seemed distant and irrelevant now; all that mattered was this new form, this new state of being.
"You are no longer bound by the limitations of your old life, Ethan," Adrian said, his voice soothing as he stood over Ethan’s transformed body. "You are free now. You are part of a greater purpose. Your new form is built for service, for function, for focus. You belong to this new identity."
Ethan felt a strange peace settle over him. The rush of transformation had left him feeling like he was more than he had ever been before, as if his previous self had been a mere shadow compared to the vibrant, rubberized existence he now embodied. His body moved with fluid ease, no longer restricted by muscles or bones, just smooth, pliable material, able to adapt and bend to whatever Adrian required.
"Welcome to your new self," Adrian said, the pride in his voice unmistakable. "You are now a vessel of purpose. A rubber drone, as you are, is free of doubts, free of uncertainty, and fully dedicated to the function I assign."
In that moment, Ethan fully understood. He had wanted change, had longed for freedom, and now, he was no longer a man burdened by choice. He had become something different, something that existed to serve—to serve Adrian, to serve the new life he had embraced.
Start of a small comic Just trying to post to keep me motivated.
He told him he’d let him come inside him.
Guess he got that in the end.
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Josh was tired. He'd been on the set for hours, trying the same scene again and again, unable to get the role he was trying to convey just right. The director had lost his shit by this point, and had made Josh go outside for a breather and to collect his thoughts, because no matter what he tried, he just couldn't do it right. Josh, sick of being verbally assaulted by his director, had left in a rage and now sat in his dressing room, stressed and upset. After taking a few moments to himself, he started trying to calm down. Focusing on the items around him, he used the techniques his therapist had taught him to help ground his thoughts.
"Focus on 5 things you can see, Josh." He muttered to himself. One - The poster of the film he was acting the lead role in. Two - The LED bulbs adorning the mirror opposite where he sat. Three - the mirror, with his dashing reflection looking back at him, gorgeous event through the visible stress. Four - A small cactus, on his dressing table desk, his favourite plant, though it could use a little watering, that was for sure. And five - a small, golden lamp, pristine and very out of place, laid carelessly on his couch, as if thrown there in a rush. Josh didn't remember seeing that lamp before, it kind of looked like the stereotypical genie's lamp, maybe taken from the prop cupboard? But there wasn't a genie in this film… Bewildered, Josh headed over to the lamp and picked it up. Chuckling slightly to himself, he rubbed it, not really expecting any response, but figuring it funny to mess around with it nontheless. As expected nothing happened. He sighed. Despite knowing it wasn't real, magic wasn't real, he had been at least half hoping the lamp would respond to his touch. Throwing it back down, he muttered, "I just wish it was simpler" he sighed. "Easier. This is getting too fucking hard for me." As he uttered the words, it responded. The lamp glowed, softly, barely perceptible in the already warm lighting of the dressing room, but Josh could feel a pull towards it, and he went to pick it up. As soon as he touched it, his vision went. Terrified at his sudden blindness, he realised he couldn't smell, or hear either. His senses had been ripped from him, as if he never had them. Everything just stopped.
"Mr Hutcherson? Are you okay in there? It's been over an hour since you came back here… you're needed on set!" The extra, Carl, had been forced to come and get Josh on the director's behalf. Knocking for the fifth time without reply, he opened the door, to see the room empty, everything pristine bar a lamp laid sideways on the floor. "Must've been brought here by mistake" Carl laughed, and called out for Josh again. "Mr Hutcherson?" He must not be here, he thought. Picking up the lamp, suddenly it responded to his touch, a cloud of smoke enveloping Carl, and suddenly, Josh was in front of him. Golden bracelets adorned his wrists, and a gold collar was wrapped around his neck. Josh's eyes glowed gold and he boomed "Master… how may I serve you?" "Mr Hutcherson? Is that… you?" "If that is what you wish to call me, then yes." Josh's mind was screaming inside the genie's body, unable to convey his real emotions or thoughts. It was as if he was trapped inside this form, unable to be freed. "Tell me, what do you wish?" "I guess… I wish for a drink, this prank is insane, lets celebrate it with one haha" Carl chuckled. Suddenly, a drink was in his hand, seemingly materialised there out of nothing. "Woah…." Carl got a sudden idea. Josh had always been an infuriating coworker… so… maybe he should pay… "I wish to be Josh Hutcherson." Carl said, dead serious. Instantly, his body started shifting, muscles toning, height shrinking, hair changing, his entire body warping to match his twisted desire. Inside the genie, Josh could only scream, desperate to stop this. As Carl changed, the genie also changed, adopting his previous form, looking more like Carl. His mind started shifting, and the internal voice started quieting down. He was being erased, wiped, and Carl was setting in. Josh could remember who he was, but he was programmed to act exactly like Carl, which, it seemed, included being gay. He couldn't bring himself to think sexually about women anymore, only men, and the new Josh in front of him was beautiful. He instinctively groped his dick, smirking at the new Hutcherson in front of him. Carl, now Josh, noticed. "I wish for you to love me" He said, without any hesitation. Within a week, the world knew Josh Hutcherson was gay, and he had married Carl, his beloved husband. Years of love and beautiful happiness passed by, with Josh's work going wonderfully, winning hundreds of awards, becoming rich and hollywood's #1 actor, famous and beloved by all. The world bowed to brilliant actor Josh Hutcherson, including his all powerful servant, the Genie Carl.
It was another one of those days. Rain crashing down, everyone looking pissed or gloomy, and you felt like absolute shit, aimlessly wandering about the town square, nothing to do, nowhere to go. You'd found yourself going in and out of various stores, seeing if you could perhaps buy anything to cheer you up, but nothing had worked so far. So here you were, £50 poorer with nothing to show for it other than a few bits and bobs that you couldnt remember buying.
Your phone buzzed, so you checked it. Another overdue bill notification, you sighed. Was that the fifth now? You'd lost count. Overwhelmed, you ducked into an alley, resisting the urge to breakdown and cry, and sunk to the ground, face in your hands, trying desperately not to break.
Things seemed hopeless, and they had for a while.
The rain kept pouring down, chilling you to the bone, and that snapped you out of it. You looked around for an overhang to sit under, some shelter, and saw it. A leather jacket, just abandoned by a trash can. You'd already sank low enough, you figured, so why not put it on for some warmth? You stumbled over to it and wrapped it around your cold frame. Underneath it was a beer bottle, completely sealed. What the hell, you thought, and picked it up. Hesitant to drink it, you didnt open it yet.
The jacket did smell a bit, you had to admit. A combination of wet leather, smell from being in proximity with the trash, and was that weed? But it was warmer with it on, and even if it didnt protect from the rain, it was better with it than without.
Absentmindedly, you found yourself walking back around the streets, heading back on the route youd initially come, then taking a few turns til you were in a place you didnt recognise. Everythings fine, you thought, and didnt worry. You found yourself knocking on someones door, and waiting. Why did you knock here? You thought, but you couodnt figure it out. After a long wait, the door opened to a man who shouldve looked terrifying to you, but you werent scared at all. He was short, and lean, but he was covered in piercings and tatts, his hair styled up into a bright blue and green mohawk. Not the kind of man youd want or expect to meet, but your body seemed to instinctively go in for the hug, and his stern face seemed to smile at you warmly. He kissed you, and it felt like you were short circuiting, your brain forgetting how to function, how to think, and for a second, you felt nothing but lust for this man in front of you. He stopped the kiss, and you returned to your normal self. Dazed, you followed him inside the house.
The house wasn't exactly clean, and a strong scent filled the air, that of cum, piss, cheap deoderant, musk and weed. It mingled in your brain, short circuiting it again and overwriting it.
"Yo Connah!" Said the punk, chucking a pair of clearly used, reeking combat boots at you. "Give em a sniff my man"
And you did. In bliss, shoving it to your nose, almost as if this man's words forced you too. Your body ached as you lost yourself in the smell, muscles growing, getting you taller by the second.
"Connah?" You thought. That didnt seem right. Was that your name? Of course it was, your boyfriend wouldnt lie to you. Wait. Boyfriend? What were you think-
Your thought process was interrupted by a hand on your cock, springing it to life, the punk looking directly at you while slowly but surely teasing your cock, working the foreskin back and letting his hands touch your glans, causing ripples of sensitivity and pleasurable pain to course through you. With each pulse, yiu lost yourself more and more. A cocky, dominant personality overwriting you. "Put em on me, bitch." You sneered, causing the punk to gulp and take the boots, sliding them onto your feet. Instinctively, you stood on him, pushing his face under your massive foot. He moaned, and you laughed. "Thats right bitch. You're mine now." You, no, Connah sneered. You were Connah now, you akways had been. Alpha, leader, cocky punk. You didnt remember the punk's name, but who cared? He was nothing more than your bitch anyway, and he wouldn't be the last. Connah was back bitches, and he was gonna make the entire town his gang.
You'd found the tracksuit while looking on Vinted for new clothes, and had to have them. They were cheap too, so it just made sense to you to buy them, and the horny feeling you got just looking at the picture of them was enough to convince you.
A few days later and they arrived, and you were more than eager to try them on. As you slipped them on, you could feel your cock hardening, stiffening in the trackie pants that youd decided to go commando in. You gave your cock a quick tug, then slipped the hoodie on, caving into the urge to wear it without a shirt. The clothes smelled of sweat and cheap lynx deoderant, which youd noticed when opening them, but the scent was stronger now you wore them, invading your nostrils and overpowering all other smells in your room.
It was driving you insane, making your brain fog and lose focus, you smelled like a lad, a chav, and it was great. What you didn't realise, lost in pleasure, eyes closed and hands feeling up your body, was that you were growing. Your muscles becoming more lean, your height increases to a solid 6 feet, and a beard growing in on your face. Your bones were becoming more angular, cutting a hard jawline, and making you have a more tough, chavvy look. A tattoo was forming on the back of your right hand, and your hair was shortening into a cut more befitting of you new form. As you fondled your cock it grew, resting at a solid 7 inches with the foreskin back, uncut. Your balls felt full and heavy, and you could smell the combination of the musk, deoderant, and smell of smoke that now came from your body as well as the clothes. It was overwhelming you, making you blank and docile as it reworked your mind. New thoughts were seeping in, dumber, hornier thoughts, of how hot you were and how much you needed a cig.
Memories were seeping in too, of playing footie with your mates, or running an only fans, findomming pathetic subs and working out every so often to stay in shape. You were jerking off, waves of pleasure coursing through your being, and those waves carried new language, vocabulary, and a new name. Aaron. That's right, you were Aaron. A propa lad through and through.
Aaron came, soaking his, no your, trackies, and headed out to play footie with your mates, and get some booze on the way, probably nicking the beer like the badass you were.