TF-Seeds

A place for collecting and sharing TF-related ideas, drabbles, and other projects-I-probably-won't-have-time-for-but-I-still-want-to-share-the-concept-with-people

[evion]

Blogs & Social Media Links

I may need to re-do my blog themes as I can't figure out how to update my various links, but for now I figured I'd make a post for my various blogs and social media things:

Evion's Blog: evion.tumblr.com - My main blog for random reblogs and catch-all interests.

Evion Art: evionart.tumblr.com - Art-only dedicated blog, all art is tagged with #Evion Art

Gaius Wings: gaiuswings.tumblr.com - OC specific blog for everything related to my character Gaius. Fandoms span FFXIV, Warframe, MH, and others. Primarily FFXIV focused currently!

I'm hesitant to share this one, but if you've followed me from various transformation-related works, this is my side blog focused around that:

TF Seeds: tfseeds.tumblr.com - Focus on Transformation related stories and media. Story blurbs, ideas, and reblogs. 18+

My off Tumblr links:

Twitter (for now): EvionArt NSFW 18+ Twitter (for now): EviLewd Pillowfort: www.pillowfort.social/Evion

[so-many-ocs]

no dude it's so cool how attached you are to that character who is singled out and ostracized due to the external monstrousness that clashes with their internal spark of humanity. and i love how drawn you are to themes of horror and love, nature versus nurture, otherness, isolation, and the abject. i bet you have normal feelings about your own personhood

[crow-thing]

Me when a character starts experiencing an agonizingly, Horrifically, painful transformation :

[volentis]

Thousand degree knife hunter 🔪

[digitalsymbiote]

Thinking more about Mech dysphoria today.

Stepping out of your cockpit and stumbling because you don't have the right number of legs.

Blinking your eyes out of sync because you don't have the right number anymore, don't have access to on board cameras the way you're supposed to.

Struggling to grab and pick things up because you have the wrong number of fingers.

Failing to recognize your face in the mirror without layers of armor plating over it.

Feeling like a brain pulled from its body and forced to function independently.

[barrel-fish]

A comic based on this poem

[tfseeds]

Even in a game with as much canon TF as FF14, sometimes you can't resist bringing along your OWN TF shenanigans.

We've been mentoring a couple Pokemon Hybrid friends through the game, and indulging in magic shenanigans along the way. So, when one of the sprout heroes declares they've never had cow milk, and everyone else is flabbergasted, what can you do except get the help of one of the available mentors? ;D Gaius wasn't prepared for a big sloshy udder, but once fully cow-brained, he seemed happy enough to provide and graze around!

Just don't mind the residual cow-face that stuck around for a week afterwards...

Bonus screenshot (shhhh crimes were used):

"Man... Why 'd I gotta hide out at th' farm 'til this wears off...?"

[wired-right]

robot partner, who slowly replaces all of your human body parts and traits with technological ones until you can't recognize yourself

[someoneblewafuse]

Hear me out, robo partner, who slowly replaces all of your human body parts and traits with technological ones until you can recognize yourself?

[transhuman-priestess]

[virtualgirladvance]

me and who ...

[bonkalore]

Some good ol' monster transformation angst! Shockingly, I don't have a lot TF sequences done, but that's mostly bc they're hard to draw and tedious lol

Anyway, Danny boy had gradual bouts of TFs before fully getting to see what it is exactly he's turning into. Hoagie also having some PTSD having to see this go down when he also has dealt with unwilling TF bc he was human before... Fun stuff for both parties.

[mantischrysalis]

become BUGGY THING

[tfseeds]

Happy Pride! 🖤🤍💜 🏳️‍🌈

Featuring Damon, my Dubwool Pokemon Hybrid. He's a proud demi-Ace guy!

[tevruden]

Oh jeez not hooves again… (🎨: @luwha)

[bluebrush09arts-archive]

New character time. Been a while since someone new came around and he's a fun guy.

Nothing like being an adventurer ready to call it quits and settle down somewhere but that one last quest ends with your colleagues dead for all you know and you being cursed and magically fused with your horse by the hag you were sent to get rid of! Having to relearn basic function and trying ever so hard not to think about the utter mess your anatomy and biology is now. How do normal centaurs function like this...

Please do not trace or reupload my art

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[rihlltalk]

i'm just. huaaaagh. the exarch when he first realizes that he's losing feeling in his arm as it crystallizes. the panic he must have felt. was he prepared for this eventuality when he bound himself to the tower? did he immediately think of a solution, a workaround?

the exarch having to study golems and golem manipulation in preparation to learn to move his arm. him having to conduct all of his research one-handed, between the scraps of literature salvaged from the flood and what information lies in the archives of the crystal tower.

learning how to manipulate aether as to control his arm. trying to find the right balance between too much and too little force. using too much the first time he successfully manages to do so and his arm shoots up into the air like a scholar eager to answer their professor's query. gradually learning to move his arm in a way that looks normal and not too stilted or inhuman, constantly watching himself and the reactions of the people around him to see how if they've noticed. (they can't notice. he can't let them see.)

learning more finesse so as to curl crystal fingers around the staff with just enough pressure to keep it in his grip - not too much or he'd crush it in two, not too little or it'd slip out of his grasp. perfecting the motion to raise and lower his arm to tap the point of his staff on the ground, needing to figure out the required amount of force again - too little and neither arm nor staff would budge, too much and the staff would shoot from his fingers.

needing to keep enough aether in reserve to be able to manipulate his body when he was away from the tower. fighting through exhaustion the first time he made this mistake, when it had been too long since he was near the tower and he was too tired and his arm drops heavy and limp to his side. fighting to find a second wind and enough focus to move his arm again so as to not worry the people around him.

becoming more accustomed to the practice of weaving aether to move his arm for him that it becomes nearly automatic, nearly subconscious, but never quite getting used to having to do it, to not move his arm on his own accord. catching himself in moments of idleness reminiscing about the past, when he could still control his arm himself, when he could still feel. being touched, or touching with his non-dominant hand, the hand still made of flesh and bone, and wishing that he could still feel such sensations on his crystal hands.

the exarch trying very hard not to think about what parts of him the crystal would claim next, or how much time he had before it claimed him completely.

[sansan9]

[gruvu]

Anyway the minotaur makes me sad and I was feeling it today fellas. So enjoy my Asterion, poor fella.

[weirdlandtv]

Pulp sci-fi illustration by Italian artist, Aldo Di Gennaro (b. 1938).

[auckie]

This is probably the most culturally important thing I’ll ever seen in my lifetime if I’m being honest. I want this affixed over my mantle, embroidered into my denim, and emblazoned into my flesh so that generations to come may never forget this 1938 gem of an illustration. Put this on my gravestone and name my children after Alfo Di Gennaro. This is what it’s all about.

[crabofdoom]

Artist was obviously a leg man, but I have never seen a female alien love interest designed as THIS alien before. She’s uniquely hairy, bugged-eyed, lines would indicate at least a partial exoskeleton, she has escaped being saddled with the mammories that a non-mammal being would not have, yet she’s got it bad for Space Force Leatherhead and he is so into her. I can practically hear his prose of her cabochon eyes of nebula violet, glowing with the passion to know and be known, in the starlight. The green of her body turning more vivid as discovery (and carnal knowledge) consume her conscious mind.

To suggest a red-blooded, human man could love Greedo’s cousin? Desire her??

This is fantastic, in every sense. How many lives did this change forever?