#marvel tf

[tfoutofcontextcomicedition]

[steelthroat]

Marvel comics are hilarious because in some panels, they all look kind of ugly and messy, and then there is robotfucker georg's panel where they look very handsome hot and bothered.

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[kozilmog]

Hello!

Could I request a re-make of the Wolverine->Stormtrooper tf in the new style youre doing? I love the way it looks! Thanks!!!

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Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long, there was a lot to get right and I wanted to make sure it was as good as I could make it!

I hope you enjoy!

[megachiraztfs]

Thor'vasion

Julius tapped hastily on the screen of his smartphone. Something was wrong with his hometown. Very wrong. He had already tried to call his best friend Adrian four times. He glanced behind him hurriedly. His own narrow face was reflected in the display, his short dark hair standing on end. Call number five.

‘Come on, answer it. Answer your bloody phone!’ Julius muttered and scurried around a corner. At 5 feet 5 inches tall, he could easily hide there. And he had to hide, because... There was a click on the line. He was ready, but then Adrian's answering machine picked up. Again! Damn! He tried again.

At that moment, he heard someone speaking as if they were standing right above him. Julius cautiously raised his head, ready to run if necessary, but it was only a half-open window. Something strange was happening. At first he heard a male voice, but with every strange noise it made, it suddenly became deeper, more booming and... Julius swallowed... hotter. As if... it was changing. Were they... Julius' eyes widened...

There was another crackle on the line. The voicemail again. He'd had enough. He had to get his message across and then get out of there.

"Hey Addy, you won't believe this! I've just seen several Thors in town. Not several people in Thor costumes, but actual Thors. And they seem to be messing around with everyone. You have to see this! Wait, one of them is coming towards me. I have to go. Bye."

He whispered the last words into his mobile phone. One of the blond giants had apparently spotted him and was striding majestically towards him. ‘Damn, I have to get out of here,’ said Julius, slightly panicked, even though... deep down... he might actually want to see what happened.

But before he could make a proper decision, Thor had spotted him on his way. He was immediately seized by Thor. He grabbed him firmly by the shoulders so that the dark-haired man could no longer move. Julius stared up in horror and at the same time with damned curiosity at Thor's face, which was hidden by his chest as it rose and fell.

‘Sir, you must let me go! I want to...’ Julius cried, somewhat half-heartedly, as he was far too captivated (literally) by this sight, but Thor cut him off.

‘Be quiet, mortal! We are Thor, and you too shall receive Thor's blessing,’ boomed this Thor, as for Julius could see another one. A few metres behind them, another figure sprouted long blond hair and a broad back befitting a god. Breathing heavily from the ground, this blond giant stepped on the other Thor and...

But then Julius' face was pulled away from this sight and he now stared at the Thor who was clutching him. He felt his hot breath on his skin. He was only a few centimetres away. And then... Thor started making out with him. His bearded face lowered onto Julius and when their lips touched, a tremor ran through his body.

‘Yes... feel Thor's blessing...’ Thor moaned into the kiss and began kneading and rubbing Julius' chest. ‘Shit...’ Julius gasped as he felt a burning sensation mingled with the arousal that the other man skillfully created with his fingers on his nipples. Like sourdough, Julius's trembling chest rose, pushing forward and to the side. The seams of Julius's hoodie groaned.

And suddenly, deep down inside, Julius knew why there were so many Thors running around the city. Strength surged through the young man and for a moment he pushed himself away from the giant figure in front of him. Something inside him wanted to flee, but no sooner had he thought this than his legs buckled. Bones and tendons, muscles and fibres stretched and tore, broke and grew back together as Julius's figure grew taller. He fell to his knees, his legs pressing against the soft grassy ground and simply pushing him forward. Unbridled power reshaped his body. It pushed his vertebrae apart. 5'6. He stared at his trembling hands. Finger by finger, they grew longer and stronger. Until they no longer matched a man of his size.

A grinding noise made him flinch. His trainers, long worn and tried and tested, could no longer withstand the strain. His toes and heels pressed through the cheap plastic and thin fabric. His feet burst out of the remains. Pulsating, growing. Size 7. Size 9. Size 11. Size 13. His toes dug into the ground. Julius swayed, still kneeling, as his centre of gravity shifted. He tried to stand up, to comprehend it all. Because now he was no longer sure if he wanted to flee. Because he felt... divine! His hand shot up and grabbed Thor's chest. He found a gap in the breastplate and slowly pulled himself up. And during all this, his limbs continued to snap and crunch. 5'8. 5'9. Thor's hands stroked his shoulders. Pulled them apart. His shoulder blades moved like wings, fluttering into freedom, his hoodie burst.

5'11. 6'1. He was almost standing, but his body kept growing taller and taller. 6'2. 6'3. The growth stopped. Julius was now as tall as Thor standing before him. Thor tore the armour from his body. The breastplate clattered to the ground. What appeared was a flawless chest that Julius couldn't take his eyes off. His own hand, like that of his counterpart, made its way forward, its goal firmly in sight, his mouth watering. Suddenly, one hand went behind Julius' head and pressed him against his own chest, so that Julius' mouth had a nipple in it. A divine scent emanated from the divine skin, more delicious than nectar and ambrosia, than any fresh popcorn that had ever filled this mouth.

‘Feel the divinity of this body,’ Thor grunted, and Julius did. He swirled his tongue and sucked, not noticing how he was slowly being pushed down. Slowly, his head and face began to tingle. The colour disappeared from his short dark hair, and from the roots, his hair became lighter and longer. Long blonde strands cascaded down onto his shoulder blades, creating a sea of divine mane. Thor groaned as the stubble on Julius' face grew longer and scraped against his skin. His hands found Thor's well-formed buttocks and began to knead them. But that was interrupted when he himself felt pressure on his backside. Breathing heavily, he looked behind him. The other Thor was standing behind him. His torn jeans resembled a tent. His hands grabbed Julius' chinos, which were already on the verge of tearing. With one powerful movement, the trousers were history and lay in shreds on the floor. The Thor behind him rubbed his bulge against Julius's bum. Every touch made him shudder. Every touch elicited a moan from him. With every movement, his voice became deeper. More sonorous. More commanding. More divine.

Once again, he felt a hand on the back of his neck. He turned his gaze, clouded by the lust that coursed through his body, the raw power barely able to think as his blood deprived his brain. One hand on his nipples, another on his own member, which rose up from his stomach as his balls pumped divine testosterone through his trembling body.

‘Take Thor's blessing into yourself,’ both Thors moaned. ‘Fulfill your destiny. Become Thor. Be one of us, be a god.’ Thor's member stood tall before him, pulsing in time with their three racing hearts. And Julius knew that it was no different on the other side. And he also knew... that it was meant to be that way.

‘Yes... a god, make me a god,’ he almost shouted, in the same deep voice as the other two. He greedily took Thor's member into his mouth. He gagged briefly at its sheer length and width, but then he felt the divine power coursing through him once more. He felt it in every fibre of his body. With each thrust, his pulsating form grew wider. His wavering arms, seeking support on the chest of the Thor in front of him, swelled. Veins spread from his wildly beating heart, creeping under his skin. His upper arms grew, grew until they were almost as big as his head, bulging and large.

Suddenly, he felt the divine power from both sides. His eyes rolled wildly. His legs felt as if they were about to burst, with such force did his muscles press against his divine skin. His buttocks ballooned outwards, filling his backside with pride. Julius' breathing quickened. Juli-Th hardly knew where he was anymore. Ju-Tho hardly knew what he actually wanted anymore. And with a colossal groan, three Thors came. Sealing their fate. And the fate of the world. For Thor had come to stay. Because there was never enough Thor in the world.

A magical mist enveloped the three, and a flash filled their eyes. They had to keep going. They had a task to complete. The newest Thor's gaze fell on a device belonging to the mortals. He picked it up; it was ridiculously small in his divine hand. A small green window appeared and Thor read the words on the little thing:

‘Ju, stay where you are, I'm coming. Hide! Do you hear me? I'll get you out of there!’

Thor closed his hand and with a crash and a crunch, the little device shattered and fell to the ground.

‘Come here, mortal. Thor is waiting for you... ready for another one.’

Hello, everyone! I actually tried again to write a slightly longer story. You can thank an anonymous questioner who contributed the message on the answering machine, and @musclejedi-tameem, who is just as big a Thor enthusiast as I am. I really hope you enjoyed it – as you've probably noticed, stories like this don't come along very often. But every now and then, I do have something in the works. 🤓 Thank you all for still being here and stay safe!

[fratttymatty]

Villainous

(All characters are 18+)

The glow of the TV screen flickered in the dimly lit dorm room, its bright colors reflecting off the walls as Maxwell "Max" Reyes, a 21-year-old college student, lounged on his bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. His room was a typical college mess—dirty laundry scattered on the floor, empty coffee cups, and posters of superhero movies plastered across the walls. He had just finished a grueling midterm exam and now, in the only free time he had all week, he was ready to kick back and relax.

"Spiderman 2," he murmured to himself, hitting play on the remote. Max had always been a fan of superheroes. As a kid, he had idolized Peter Parker, wishing for even a fraction of the courage and strength that the wall-crawler possessed. But now, at 21, Max felt disconnected from his childhood self, the world of fantasy and imagination giving way to the hard realities of adulthood.

His gaze fixed on the screen as Tobey Maguire's Spiderman swung through New York City. Max had seen this movie a hundred times, but there was something comforting about it—something that made him feel like he could escape, even if just for a moment, from the grind of college life.

Suddenly, something strange happened. As the iconic music swelled and Spiderman dodged a punch from Doc Ock, the screen seemed to pulse with energy. Max blinked, thinking it was just his tired eyes playing tricks on him. But then—the screen pulled him in.

A force stronger than anything he'd ever felt yanked Max forward, his body jolting, his surroundings warping into a blur of colors. He tried to scream, but his voice was lost in the swirling vortex. The next thing he knew, his body was crashing down onto a cold, hard floor, and the world around him seemed... wrong.

“What the hell?” he muttered, clutching his head. His thoughts were jumbled, but one thing was clear: something was very wrong.

He staggered into a nearby mirror, staring at his reflection.

He wasn’t 21 anymore.

The face staring back at him was younger—much younger. He had the soft features of an 18-year-old, his dark hair slightly tousled, his eyes wide with shock. His body was lean and athletic, not like the slouching, stressed-out version of himself he had been just moments ago. His clothes had changed too. He was wearing a school uniform—blue blazer, red tie, white shirt. He looked like a high school student, not a college senior.

“This isn’t real. This... this isn’t possible,” Max breathed.

His reflection smiled back at him—no, grinned at him in a way that wasn’t his own. The grin spread across his face, forming a self-assured smirk.

“Wait a minute…” Max’s voice faltered as memories—new memories—flooded his mind. They didn’t feel like his own, but they were. He had just become someone else, someone he knew in an almost instinctive way.

His name wasn’t Max Reyes anymore.

It was… Aaron Parker.

He knew it without question. He was Peter Parker—except not. In this universe, Spiderman’s real name wasn’t Peter Parker, it was Aaron Parker. A high school senior by day, a masked vigilante by night. And as the memories settled, Max—no, Aaron—felt a jolt of realization: he wasn’t just transformed into someone else. He was Spiderman.

A flicker of movement caught his eye. In the reflection of the glass, he saw something else—a silhouette standing in the shadows.

A woman. She was tall, with dark hair, dressed in a black suit that shimmered in the dim light. Her eyes glowed with an intensity that made Aaron's heart race, even though he barely knew who she was.

Felicia Hardy? No. No, this wasn’t her. This was Maia Fernández, someone whose name Aaron knew deep down. Maia... She wasn’t just any woman. She was his partner—in crime, in life, in everything.

As he approached her, she turned with a wicked smile. “Well, well, well, Aaron. You look... different.”

Aaron felt a heat rise in his chest, his pulse quickening. There was something about her, something dangerous yet intoxicating.

“What’s going on?” Aaron asked, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

“You’re finally here,” Maia purred. “And now, we can finally get to work.”

Before he could respond, a sharp sound broke the moment—a click—and before Aaron could react, Maia raised her hand and fired a strange weapon at him.

A glob of thick, black goo shot out, enveloping him before he could even dodge. The goo crawled over his body, coating his Spiderman suit in a black, viscous layer. It clung to every fiber of the fabric, turning his once iconic red-and-blue suit into a sleek, black, skin-tight costume.

Aaron gasped, feeling the heat of the goo seeping into his skin, igniting something deep within him. The sensation was overwhelming—addictive. He could feel his mind shifting, his thoughts becoming sharper, darker. His muscles tightened, and his body temperature spiked. The cocky grin on his face grew wider, more self-assured.

“This suit,” Aaron murmured, voice low, laced with a newfound arrogance. “It feels... good.”

Maia stepped closer, her lips curling into a smile as she admired the transformation. “It suits you. You’re not just Spiderman anymore. You’re... something more. Something better. No more saving people. No more playing the hero. It’s time to be who you really are.”

Aaron—Spiderman, or whatever he was now—felt a thrill surge through him. He wasn’t bound by the rules of the old Max, the one who had been lost in a college dorm room. No, this was the Aaron Parker who was in control, who was powerful, and who had no intention of saving anyone.

“We’re going to have so much fun together,” Maia whispered, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Spiderman—no, the new Aaron Parker—nodded slowly, his grin deepening into something darker, more villainous. The mask on his face felt hotter now, like it was melting into him, fusing with his new persona.

“Yeah,” he said, cracking his knuckles, “we’ll make them all regret ever thinking they could stop us.”

And with that, the new Spiderman, wrapped in a black symbiotic suit, walked off into the shadows with Black Cat—Maia Fernández—by his side.

The world would never be the same again.

[starscreams-crown]

Starscream: Go. Do what I cannot. Go home!

(pause)

Starscream: You're still here, aren't you?

Human: Y-yes. Look -- if you'd just let me show you what Christmas really means... I'm sure you'd be a lot happier!

Starscream: Ohh... if you insist!

Human: Wow! Neat transformation! Alright! Where are we going?

Starscream: I dunno. Which direction is this "spirit of Christmas", then?

Human: Er...

[amigac0debasic13]

upside of being sick: two evil mennn in my houseee

behold my original g1 shockwaves!!! One in shit quality and another in very good quality I received recently. I believe it’s rather obvious I do quite enjoy Shockwave, but I rarely (if ever) look at fanart or fandom depictions of him since I happen to like a very very specific version of shockwave i see under represented:

Flamboyant asshole !!

I’d argue flamboyant asshole shockwave is most present in the marvel comics (possibly skybound? ‘Tickles me purple’ etc etc) and I never see it discussed. I either see fandom shockwave made hyper unemotional - and by that - commonly hyper masculine (hilarious interpretation giving his general shape and demeanor but you do you), or surprisingly…. Un-shockwave-like? It’s hard to get that sweet spot. I suppose I’m just exceedingly picky but I think shockwave should be a conniving freak.

While purely logical characters can be quite interesting, you have to utilize them in an interesting way to *make* them interesting, and I don’t see that happening in most official media for this guy.

I’m sickkk of him being the wizard who did it. I’m so accustomed to him being turned into a MacGuffin or a plot device it irritates me quite thoroughly. Paired with his “lack of ability to feel”, it is very hard to write an emotionless character, so in most all writings of this archetype it is often able to be read as someone who is not unfeeling, but has instead convinced themselves they cannot feel. That’s why I adore marvel shockwave

His character bio, while also specifying he has a nuclear reactor in his chest for some reason (an explanation for his bust size or possibly sources from the electronics in his chest compartment on his original toy????) , makes sure to note that shockwave does not fan his ego, and relies purely on logic. After you begin reading the marvel comics it’s really obvious that that’s bullshit 💀

Look at this bro

Depicted after he saves Optimus from death for whatever fucking reason, waking up from his depression nap to do so. Logic is specified, but he doesn’t sound or act logical despite this. “But of course…….” I don’t care that’s some gay shit

He gets pissed off and kicks his feet when proven wrong, he humiliates Megatron for funzies during his takeover of the decepticons and then goes “ohhhh but it would be illogical to kill youuu” and then does the equivalent of throwing him in a dumpster . he makes children souls using Optimus’ epic chest relic ??????? That one is just weird. It makes sense but like

He “plays” (fucks with) the dinobots by letting them kick his ass before throwing them off a cliff, he’s full of himself to an aggressive extent depending on the writer of the comic, and huffy as well. Not to mention he watches straight people kissing and goes “weird. strange. humans are STUPIDER than I thought” in I believe the first panel he appears in

This is, in fact, a shockop propaganda post if you haven’t noticed my subtle foreshadowing. These two act like horrible exes that call eachother slurs. amazing. Read the marvel comics this shit rules

[toxiccaves]

"It's up there somewhere. My world... My home!"