ComicTF

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Transformation comics, illustrations, and other nonsense

The artist, depicted as a cat woman, lies on the floor of a featureless plane with no horizon, limbs spread out. She laments "Okay, get a hold of yourself girl. $3,000 a month. I can do this. I can DO this." Under her breath she mumbles "why couldn't I do this when I was younger...?" As she stares up at the sun she sees a dark square speck in the sky. The shadow of the speck grows across her face. She sits up with a start when she realizes that the speck is a large block falling down towards her. She hurries out of the way just before the block crashes down. The impact of the block shatters the ground, sending fragments of floor flying. One shard zips past her face as she screams in terror of the sudden near-crushing. The block, cracked from the impact but mostly intact, reads "REMEMBER TO BELIEVE IN YOURSELF".
BSB as a Black Mage inspired by the original Final Fantasy game. They're wearing a wide brimmed, felted wizards hat with a large buckle along the crown. The top of the hat is bent backwards. They also wear a loose robe with a high, baggy collar. The collar is zipped to the top with a large zipper. Beneath their clothes their face is concealed in shadow. Only a hint of hair and their large round eyeglasses are visible. They say "Neat."
ComicTF, a small cartoonish cat woman, flees from a new acquaintance after nabbing their sausage bun. The sausage bun is blurred for the sake of decency. The victim, bereft of their sausage bun, is inconsolable. The dialogue contains a screen capture of a Discord server and reads "comic stole my hotdog : C"
Mira Alcott, the Transformistress, swipes her magical stylus. She has a mischievous grin, and says "You're going to LOVE the new you! I guarantee it." as magical energy glitters around her. She floats in front of a cityscape.
The scene is cool shades of blue and purple. A masculine figure stands alone in a dress, in front of a small mirror propped against the door. She turns around looking at herself in the mirror and begins to twirl. Her ankle catches and she falls to the ground. Her body shatters and egg yolk spills out of the cracks.
An innocent snake lady wishes you well in the new lunar year. Immediately behind her, a sexy yet sinister secretary bird lady swings her ax at the snake woman.
A surreal wolf, blood dripping from an extended maw, its blood-shot eyes extend up its head towards its ears
Color study of an arctic riverbed. The sky is dark and a large glacial wall lines the side of the frozen river.
A roughly drawn color study of a dirt street in a fictional arid town scene through a street level window. The figures are loosely defined and the colors are bold and simple. A hooded figure rests with their head on their arm at a table in the middle ground, just outside of the viewer's window. An empty class and a bottle of some drink sit on the table figure is resting at. There is a shoddy frame and old canopy hung over the table. In the center background is another figure leaning against the frame of a door frame. Someone sits on the dirt in an alleyway, right of the door frame and building. Their arms rest on their legs.
A woman in a sweater dress rapidly transforms into a large cat monster. Fur erupts out between split seams in her clothes as she grows and develops feline features. Her hair grows loose and wild out of her ponytail. In the shadow of her face can be seen the glimmer of teeth and a manic searching eye with a slit pupil. A naked tail sprouting fur bursts out of the rear of her dress. The tail pulls the fabric along with it. She holds a bra in her lengthening hand hidden behind her. She says: "O-oh no, sweetie. Do you not have any new clothes to wear from the holidays? D-don't worry. I-I have a nice dress you can wear. Boys don't wear dresses? Sweetie, do you know who you're talking to?"
A tall bat wraps his arms around his smaller batfriend and kisses their forehead.
Two bats stand next to each other. One is short and full of cake, the other is tall and vibing. They're boyfriends.
A cute cat waits patiently at her desk waiting for life to happen to her. She is 32 years old.
Hearing all of the noise Malcolm looks back to check on Rowan. The enraged bramble wraps itself around Malcolm, closing off the path to the mysterious clearing. Malcolm manages to pull his head out to see Rowan struggling with the bramble. Rowan is rapidly turning into a dragon and they start to point the blame at each other.
Rowan smashes into the bramble snapping one of the vines in triumph. He has no time to celebrate though as the bramble wraps itself tightly around his prosthetic arm and pulls him in.
Malcolm encourages Rowan to follow him in to the bramble. Though reluctant to enter due to his injuries he concedes and moves toward the vines. The vines react to his presence and swipe at his hand, leaving a deep gash. With a mix of shock and anger Rowan grips a vine of the bramble, winding back his prosthetic arm to strike the plant.
Having entered the woods they mention Hansel and Gretel. All the while a mysterious bramble of vines opens up behind Malcolm, inviting him in with a view of a surreal picnic with toadstool chairs, and glowing plants. Even the color of the sky beyond the bramble is off. Malcolm crawls into the opening of the bramble and Rowan remarks on the ominous nature of the plant.
Malcolm looks around the area and spots a path leading into a wooded canyon. He suggests that they go off the trail to find a spot among the trees. Rowan is reluctant to leave the path because of his leg but ultimately follows Malcolm into the woods.
Malcolm checks in on Rowan who has had a chance to sober up. Sadly in his sobriety his sobriety he remembers his injury. As the wind picks up the memory of it overwhelms him. Malcolm for his part hasn't noticed Rowan's inner struggle and rummages through his pack for a snack. Rowan turns to see Malcolm eating so casually and is shaken out of his anxiety. Rowan proposes to get out of the wind.
Rowan and Malcolm are on a walking trail on the outskirts of Ach-na-Craige. Rowan is exhausted from the effort as he struggles with his cane, but Malcolm eggs him on. Malcolm helps Rowan up a short dirt ledge before Rowan has a chance to rest. The two look back at the open landscape, the loch, the village, and the valley meandering into the distance.
Rowan is heavily drunk, face-down on the tavern table when he is awakened by the "THUNK" of a rucksack. Malcolm convinces Rowan to journey together to clear his head.