#Parallel Universe

[uniquesherin]

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[the4thmaninthefire]

oh your Tashi!

p link

https://x.com/gaysexgang/status/1910790340375650451?s=46&t=oY926O_azsr0obp_vsHH7w

this with artrick <3

Hmm not sure if you’re the same anon… or just on the same wavelength but yes… Patrick’s absolutely gonna risk his professional license to fuck Art lol <3

CW: MDNI, NSFW, so… heed the warnings!! theres a little hint of dub con/cnc that’s resolved in the end, Patrick’s a licensed professional behaving unprofessionally, if behavior like this triggers you please dont read.

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Patrick loves his job really. And he’s good at it. He’s never ever done anything like this. He’s a professional. Really. He honestly didn’t mean for it to happen. 

It’s just he’s actually the prettiest thing Patricks ever seen in his five years training and working as a masseuse (probably the prettiest thing he’s seen ever). Goldilocks curls, haunted blue eyes, tall but in an awkward gangly way… like he grew too quickly between 12 and 13 and never quite figured it out. Standing in front of Patrick, looking down at the ties on his robe, shy. 

Patrick didn’t mean it. But he did get hard just at the sight of him. Thankful that their uniforms come with an apron that is so long and loose. Honestly he took one class in college… freshman psych before he dropped out and from what little he remembers, this should be in the DSM. Trying to think when you’re horny. It’s a condition really. He can’t believe no one’s ever thought of this before. His psych professor would be so proud if he won the noble prize for being the first person to discover thinking with your dickitis… or whatever… a real and true condition. 

Patrick’s so hard and the client hasn’t even gotten naked yet. 

The client being Art Donaldson. What a fucking name. Patrick almost laughs when he spots it on the chart in front of him. 

“Okay um…Art…. first time?” 

“Mmhm… my fiancé got it for me, birthday gift,” Art says, soft little smile. Beautiful smile. If Patrick was a better person he’d go back in the lobby and get Sammie to ask another masseuse to take over. Especially now that there’s a fiancé. A beautiful boy with a fiancé. So very much off limits. But Patrick’s not a better person. He’s got this condition…

”So I’m Patrick…and it’s easy… just um… you can take off the robe and get on the table.” 

Art is compliant, shrugging the robe off and dropping it on the empty chair near the door of the suite. He’s deceptively solid for appearing so skinny. Bare chest chiseled, body stretched with lean corded muscle, pink nipples erect, his skin looks so soft over firm biceps. The small little towel is the only thing keeping his modesty and he’s blushing. God he’s turning fucking pink. Patrick almost unzips and starts jerking it right there. Strangled moan caught in his throat that he quickly swallows down as Art crawls onto the table, resting on his back. 

“Uh I usually start with you… with you on the… face down.” Words aren’t working for him anymore but only cause this is the prettiest boy Patrick’s ever seen. It’s like he was constructed in a lab based on all of Patrick’s masturbation fantasies. The only thing he could be doing to enhance the fantasy is be in some sort of uniform. 

“Oh god, sorry of course,” Art says, moving quickly to roll over. Fuck. Okay he hasn’t neglected his back muscles either. He’s Patrick’s walking wet dream and Patrick’s forced to behave himself because he’s a client. It’s kind of like a punishment.

He picks up the company's overpriced massage oil. Thirty two dollars for 8 ounces and a brand name. Patrick’s sure he’s found the knock off at Bath and Bodywork’s for six bucks. But it goes on warm and smells so sweet that the often snooty clients will pay for it like it’s gonna work miracles. He squirts it liberally on Art’s bare back and shoulders. His fingers itching to touch and not just Arts body. Art’s skin is warm, his body so tense. Patrick almost feels like a creep. This poor innocent client, he’s got no idea what’s going on in Patrick’s perverted mind. He starts chastising himself.  Trying his best to calm down. To be appropriate. To treat him like any other client. 

And then he moans. 

This soft little exhale as Patrick’s working along his shoulders and the broad expanse of his upper back that slowly turns into a very satisfied full bodied moan. Patrick bites his tongue and moves along that same stretch of skin and muscle again. Another satisfied sigh. It’s okay. It’s fine. Some clients are vocal. It’s part of the job. He wishes though that he wasn’t going insane.

”Lotta tension huh?” It’s a safe comment. It’s what he’d say to any other client. 

“Yeah and your hands are… I mean… this actually feels really… nice.” 

Patrick chuckles. He’s gonna behave. He’s gonna keep his job. The room is dim, soft instrumental music coming from a portable speaker, steam from scented diffusers. All of it meant to make the client relax but now Patrick feels crazy that this is actually his place of business. 

He works his way through a kink of knotted muscle nearing Arts lower back and earns another soft moan. “That’s right,” Patrick blurts it before he can bite his tongue. He expects Art to tense up… to say something but he doesn’t. He’s still on the table, unaffected. Patrick lets out a breath and continues, working his obliques. He’s breathy here. “You have amazing hands,” Art says, softly. 

Patrick has to swallow before he opens his mouth. “Mm I’ve heard that before.” 

Art’s shoulders move, a little laugh escaping him.  

“What do you do?” Patrick doesn’t usually like to talk but he’s in desperate need of distraction. 

“‘m a tennis player.”

“Well that explains the shoulder tension,” Patrick says.

”Yeah… my fiancé says… says i’m really tight.” 

“Yeah… I bet…” Patrick says quietly. 

“You feel it huh?” Art replies, aloof to the way Patrick meant it. 

“Yeah…I feel it.” Patrick’s working his way down towards the swell of his ass and another soft sigh escapes his lips into the forced serenity of the room. Patrick works just down to where the towel is sitting before he stops… just like he’s supposed to. The whole time Art is breathing, little gasps and delicious moans.  

Patrick’s hands are shaking as he moves away from the ass…to the legs. His calves are tight, the hair so fine he might as well be hairless. Legs so long and pretty like a girl. Patrick massages deep into the muscle and Art begins shifting on the table. “Mm feels really good.” He sighs. 

“Yeah?” Patrick coaxes. Then he remembers this isn’t his bedroom on pride weekend. This is his job. Where he works. 

“Mmhm, really. You’re so good at that.” 

God.

He’s working his way up Art’s thighs, when he fully crosses the line.  

”I actually…I think you carry a lot of tension right along here,” he rubs Art’s bottom over the towel. “I could get in there for you if you want?” 

“Yeah please, if you think it’ll help,” Art says eagerly. Too easy.

Patrick slips his hand just under the towel. Arts body is so heated there, Patrick gently massages along his ass cheeks. One side, then the other. He can hear Art breathing. Can hear himself breathing too. His dick is straining painfully along his pant leg. He almost slips a finger inside but stops himself. 

“Uh… okay how’s that?” His voice pitched so different than normal.

“Better,” Art says tightly. 

“Good, you can turn over.” Patrick lets out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He’s almost done but he knows it’ll be so much harder to keep his expression professional when Art is looking at him.

“Well uh… can I have a minute?” 

Patrick pauses, heart rate picking up. “Uh sure… is everything okay?” 

“Mm I think I might have enjoyed it too much.” He laughs a little. “I’m sorry.” 

“Are you straight?” Patrick blurts. 

“Yeah,” Art says. “Yeah I’m sorry i swear this has never… this doesn’t…” 

“Me too, I’m straight too.” Patrick interrupts. “I promise it doesn’t even matter,” he says quickly. “It happens all the time. Gay, straight, doesn’t matter,” He lies. 

“Really?” 

“Yes. You can roll over I assure you it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” 

Art laughs a little awkwardly. “Uh okay…I keep forgetting you guys are like doctors. You’ve probably seen it all.” 

“Oh yeah,” Patrick says. Just hungry to get his eyes on it. Art settles on his back trying to cup his hand over it, trying to keep it pressed down to his pelvis but it bobs up tenting the towel. 

The blush goes all the way down. Pretty and ashamed and oh so hard.

”Fuck,” Patrick mutters. He’s gonna fuck him. He reaches for it, runs his palm over it over the towel. Forgetting himself. 

Art juts his hips upwards against his palm. “Is this… is this part of it?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” Patrick says, breathlessly. “Have you heard of a happy ending?” 

“Mmhm,” Art breathes. 

“This is a happy ending… everyone does it. It’s just… not talked about.” 

“Oh,” Art says. 

“Yeah… so just between us okay?” Patrick says, honestly not caring if he loses his job at this point. 

“Oh…okay…oh god,” Art closes his eyes as Patrick slips his hand underneath the towel and takes hold of him properly. A very healthy sized solid cock. Patrick slides the towel down so he can see it properly.

Pretty pink and perfect like he knew it would be. One night with a gorgeous straight boy like this could probably ruin him for a fucking decade.  

He covers his hand in more of the warm tingly massage oil and slides it over Art’s cock. He whines, thrusting up into Patrick’s fist. Patrick uses his free hand to tease at his nipple. Watches them go erect as he pinches them. Soft and pointed. Art gasps, arching up off the massage table. “Oh fuck,” he whines. 

“God its so fucking pretty,” Patrick hums. “Ever been blown by a guy before?” 

“No this is my… this is my first time.” 

“Yeah?” Patrick smirks, cause he hasn’t even offered to do it yet.  

Patrick leans over and feeds most of Art’s length into his mouth. Fingers playing with his balls. He tastes so good, salty with the sweet minty taste of the oil. “Oh my fucking god,” Art groans as Patrick licks up and down. Sucking hard. He starts fucking into Patrick’s mouth right away. A fucking dream. 

Patrick slides his free hand into his scrubs and starts jerking himself as Art thrusts into his mouth over and over and over. Art’s just moaning, needy and lost and Patrick’s drooling, slobbering all over him. It doesn’t take long before Art’s movements get erratic. “Fuck I’m gonna—“ he gasps through the end of the sentence and Patrick’s mouth starts to fill with the sticky wet heat of his cum. 

“Oh shit, oh fuck,” Art moans as Patrick pulls off, some of it still leaking from Arts tip, dripping from Patrick’s lips. Patrick pulls the aapron off and yanks his dick out properly. jerks himself to completion while Art watches. Spills all over Art’s bare abdomen. Rubbing it in with his fingers when he’s done like it’s massage lotion.

“Mm,” Art hums sitting up as Patrick finishes, gazing at him wide eyed. “Was that um… is that extra?” 

Patrick laughs. “Fuck, if you come back I’ll give you that and more any day of the fucking week for free.” 

Art collapses back on the table, covering his face. “I really shouldn’t.” He draws one of his knees up. “But um… she really thinks… my fiancé thinks i need to loosen up and you… you have a really good… hands.”  

Patrick grins and wipes his mouth on the back of his wrist. “Okay then um… I’ll have Sammie mark you down for the same time next week?” 

“Yeah and next week we can start on the uh… the front?” Art suggests, gesturing to his now spent cock.  

“Sure,” Patrick smirks. 

Thankful for the apron Patrick leaves the room to let Art clean up and get dressed while he straightens up in the employee bathroom. He returns to the front desk just in time to see a gorgeous fucking woman in a tennis skirt is in the lobby walking out behind Art. His breath catches in his throat as she catches his eye, her fierce brown eyes lingering on him like she can see what he did to her fiance. He smirks and offers a sheepish wave. She shrugs a little smile in response and walks out. Sammie looks up from the computer. 

“You and your magic fingers dude. He just booked you every Tuesday and Thursday for the next 3 months.” 

[mysticstronomy]

ARE THERE OTHER THEORIES ABOUT THE START OF THE UNIVERSE??

Blog#518

Wednesday, July 2nd, 2025,

Welcome back,

The Big Bang Theory is the primary explanation for how the universe began 13.8 billion years ago. Though it is the leading explanation, some theorists have come up with alternative ideas or extensions to the Big Bang Theory. We explore some of these theories in the detailed infographic below.

To investigate how the universe came into existence, we first need to ask what exactly is it? The term "observable universe" refers to everything that we can see, according to NASA.

Due to the connection between distance and speed of light, scientists can peer at a region of space that light 13.8 billion light-years away meaning we can look 13.8 billion light-years in every direction. But it isn't that simple. Due to the expansion of the universe, recent estimations place the diameter of the observable universe sphere at over 90 billion light-years, according to Forbes.

Scientists make three assumptions about the universe based on theories and observations:

The laws of physics are universal and don't change with time or location in space.

The universe is homogenous, or roughly the same in every direction (though not necessarily all of the time).

Humans do not observe the universe from a privileged location such as its very center.

When applied to Einstein's equations, they indicate that the universe has several properties:

The universe is expanding.

The universe emerged from a hot, dense state at some infinite time in the past.

The lightest elements, hydrogen and helium were created in the first moments.

A background of microwave radiation fills the entire universe.

If any of these basic assumptions are wrong, the Big Bang Theory would not explain all the properties of this universe. This leads to some theorists asking "is it possible the Big Bang never happened?"

One alternative theory is the Steady State universe. An early rival to the Big Bang theory, Steady State posits the continuous creation of matter throughout the universe to explain its apparent expansion, according to NASA Cosmic Times. This type of universe would be infinite, with no beginning or end. However, a mountain of evidence found since the mid-1960s indicates that this theory is not correct.

Originally published on https://www.space.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, July 5th, 2025)

"DID TIME ALWAYS EXIST??"

[whos-the-seme]

Shen Qingqiu was doomed.

He stood still, fluttering his fan nervously and trying to avoid catching his counterpart's, the real Shen Qingqiu, glaring eyes from across the room. Instead, he idly observed the other Cang Qiong Mountain Peak Lords, trying to spot the differences between the ones he knew and their alternates.

Liu Qingge had brought back a strange artifact from one of his hunts to the monthly Peak Lord meeting. It was a mirror, rimmed an ugly tarnished gold, topped with a decoration that was shaped into an unidentifiable creature with ruby red eyes.

[Important Artifact Detected: Red-Eyed Sphinx's Mirror! Quest starting...]

Shen Qingqiu had been trying to remember where it might have appeared in PIDW when the surface of the mirror suddenly began to glow a dull yellow. It quickly brightened until it obscured everyone's vision.

And then, there stood another set of peak lords across the room, facing them down.

System, what on earth is going on???

[Quest started: Lost Long Spirit in My Reflection! Other characters have been transported to this universe. Host must find a way to send them back without revealing his identity as a transmigrator.]

WTF? I didn't agree to this!

[Good luck!]

System??? Get back here!

While the two Yue Qingyuans and Xu Qinglis conversed together to try to understand what had happened, the other peak lords had begun to mingle with each other, curious about their counterparts.

Shen Qingqiu tried to suppress his panic, sticking close to Shang Qinghua. His Yue Qingyuan occasionally flicked his softened gaze towards the alternate Shen Qingqiu, likely noticing that the other still acted as he used to before his qi deviation. In fact, several of the peak lords he had gotten to know over the years were sending some looks at the other Shen Qingqiu.

With the original goods right there, how long would it be before something exposed him as a fraud?? What if he was confronted about why he acted so differently?

[Host must avoid having his identity exposed. Being revealed as a transmigrator will result in Host being immediately sent back to his old body.]

Yeah, yeah, same shit as always!

Looking to his side, Shang Qinghua seemed to be experiencing the same threats, desperately looking away from the more dead-eyed Shang Qinghua across the room who, luckily, was barely paying him any attention.

Fuck, what do we do?

---

Shen Qingqiu continued to glare at the Other Shen Qingqiu in the room. The other Shen Qingqiu was so obviously a fraud, he could tell within minutes of being here. While his alternate seemed somewhat familiar, he didn't act like him at all, his mannerisms were all off, and despite the attempt at keeping a poker face, Shen Qingqiu could tell that he was nervous. Probably at being caught out.

His alternate self had likely been replaced with a bodysnatcher or some sort of spirt, if they truly were supposed to be the same person. Was everyone else stupid, or had they had their brains sucked out by a Heart Mouthed Lobster-Squid?

Or maybe they simply like the bodysnatcher better and didn't bother to investigate.

Shen Qingqiu's face became stormier, turning his glare to the Other Yue Qingyuan, wondering if he had felt happier once his precious Xiao-Jiu had vanished. The other Yue Qingyuan's face grew even more pathetic. Tch. Typical.

"That stupid System--" Shen Qingqiu nearly snapped his neck in looking at the bodysnatcher upon hearing his murmur. The fraud, upon noticing his sudden attention, clammed back up and looked away. But Shen Qingqiu knew what he heard.

Xi Tong.

He hadn't heard those words in years, not since--

He stepped forward, scanning the other once more. Upon a second, more thorough look, Shen Qingqiu realized that he grew more familiar. He wore his hair in the way that Shen Qingqiu wore it, but looser and less severe. His eyes were clearer and lighter, with hints of a smile, despite his nerves. He occasionally quickly glanced up and to his left, as if seeing something there, before bringing his attention back to the room at large.

No. It couldn't be. He was long dead, despite Shen Qingqiu's best efforts. Even if the fake had some similar things about him, that doesn't mean--

Shen Jiu had once had a brother, besides Qi-ge. Slightly smaller than him, despite the fact that Shen Jiu passed him along as much food as he could when on the streets. He smiled so much despite their circumstances, and was so kind despite Shen Jiu constantly telling him that he was making himself a target. But he looked so, so similar to Shen Jiu himself. They could have switched their clothes and looked exactly the same, if one didn't notice the difference in their demeanors.

His brother has also always been a little odd, talking to himself and arguing with an imaginary friend that only he could see named Xi Tong. One of the reasons that they survived as long as they did on the streets was due to the inexplicable knowledge that his brother seemed to have. Somehow, his brother knew about the various plants or small animals that they could hunt and sell for a pretty coin in the markets. Shen Jiu never asked, not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

But his brother was dead. He had died years ago, in the time during when they were in Qiu's manor. During a punishment for Shen Jiu's attempt to get them both to join Wu Yanzi; he had switched their clothes and taken Shen Jiu's place and died for it. That had been the final catalyst that made him set the manor ablaze and escape, mourning his brother's death as his fault for daring to be free. Cursing Qi-ge for not coming back for them.

Dazed and his vision dim, Shen Jiu took another step forward, and another. Hope, something he thought he had killed off long ago, slowly rose in his chest.

Had his brother survived in this world? Had he managed to escape alongside Shen Jiu? Or had Shen Jiu died in his place? Dimly, he can't help but think that the world would be far kinder if that were the case. If his brother had made it to Cang Qiong Mountain and became a peak lord all on his own and still managed to keep his smile. If he didn't have Shen Jiu dragging him down with him.

The other Shen Qingqiu, not having noticed his approach, laughed at something the other Shang Qinghua said ("Wonder if Shang Qinghua is a traitor here, too," Shen Jiu thought dimly). His laugh was the same. He rose his fan to hide his face, but Shen Jiu noticed how his nose crinkled, and his eyes nearly closed in delight, exactly like--

"A-Yuan?"

[papoochu]

Yes, this was an excuse to draw the Princess Mononoke scene 🧍‍♀️

[reubyanne]

Tim was 17 when Kon opened his eyes for the first time. it was an uncalled love at the first sight. getting older, more fights, more arguments, more love to give. The boy inside the tube fell in love with the boy that tried to break him out.

Tim was 20 when he finally reciprocated Kon's feelings. The emotional boy now turned to a man, forcing Kon to act mature too. But he said he loves Kon just the way he is. The loud laugh now just giggles, but it's a laugh at least.

Tim was 35 when he had a desire to have family and kids as Dick and Bruce did. Kon tried to set him up with a woman, but ended up badly, Tim got angry and threw away his ring.

Tim was 40 when Kon finally addressed his concern for Tim's condition. He realized that the boy he loves is slowly getting older and has wrinkles. Even Lex Luthor can't prevent a man from growing older.

Tim was 50 when Kon realized that Tim can't work or move as much as when he's younger. he spends his days as Kon called "a boring old man". He still helped him maneuver through the world, helping him as much as he could.

Tim was 65 when he finally got retired and stopped being vigilantes. finally used Bruce's trust fund as his retirement money, he moved out of Gotham to live peacefully in Smallville. Kon loves to come over and accompany his boring old man watching sun sets as they're sipping tea.

Tim was 75, he realized that Kon was never really growing old. The boy looked as young as he was inside the tube. with his wrinkly hand, he touched Kon's young face, smiling. "You look beautiful as ever."

Kon is the only one that is still standing in front of Tim's grave, even after days.

Getting a distress call from the other world, Kon chose to solve problems in another world.

As they come to Gotham, he looks at one of the rooftops, and meets him.

17 year old Tim.

Kon recklessly flew to him, just to hug him tight and cried in his shoulder, "You look beautiful as ever."

[strawlessandbraless]

Cas wakes up in a world where all versions of Dean exist at once. He makes sure to validate them all accordingly and hangs this up on the fridge

[tyrusmagocious]

Maybe in a different universe, we’ll be together.

And they were.

The cheerful and selfless dark-haired sweethearts and their confident and endearing golden haired lovers.

[airjemsfandump]

In a parallel universe, they'd be besties. 🥹

[animinarts]

Parallel universe

Movie trailer stuff (I think Hanto is a food deliverer but who knows)

[tooselfaware]

Cale needed that evil god's test. Not only to fight despair, but also for his mental health.

He needed to see that there was a world where "Kim Rok Soo" was not left to survive alone. He needed to see all his "what ifs" happen. He needed to resolve all the regrets of "Kim Rok Soo" to fully live as Cale Henituse. Because even if it wasn't his world, he now knows that a "Kim Rok Soo" was happy, surrounded by people he loves, people who would survive with him.

That is how he can loosen the shackles of fear of being alone again as Cale. "We will all survive" is not just a random mantra for him. He needs it to be true. He has had so much loss and grief in his life.

Even if he doesn't really say so, that grief was what kept him going. To "not waste" the sacrifices of all those who saved him, he kept surviving. But that is also why he's reckless despite "valuing" his life.

I think, subconsciously, he thinks that if he can save more people, then that would be a good "payment" for those who saved him. His "slacker life" is basically world peace. 🤭

Back to the point... The test showed him Kim Rok Soo and everyone he cares for survive, so now he has more courage and less doubt to face WS because he wants a life like Parallel KRS', as Cale Henituse.

[lizaluvsthis]

The Assistant AU (TA!AU)

I present to you an AU that I made for funny purposes (and a certain character owned by @dreamteamredstinger in Triple Threat AU!)

I had thought of it a few months back, driven by my curiosity about a 'What-if' scenario: what if there were a universe MR. WPNZ met the Producer in general, so I got my pen working on it just for this night.

CLICK "ALT" TEXT TO UNDERSTAND THE CONTEXT OF THE PICTURES

ALSO A BONUS!

Theres also this sketch I made the first time I started drawing Producer! He's SUCH a funny lil guy am I right????

[mysticstronomy]

WHAT IS THE BIGGEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE??

Blog#494

Welcome back,

Saturday, April 5th, 2025.

The largest known ‘object’ in the Universe is the Hercules-Corona Borealis Great Wall.

This is a ‘galactic filament’, a vast cluster of galaxies bound together by gravity, and it’s estimated to be about 10 billion light-years across! However, this is not really a ‘celestial body’ – a term which normally implies a tightly-bound object like a star or a galaxy.

The largest known elliptical galaxy is thought to be IC 1101 (with a diameter of four million light-years), and the largest known spiral galaxy is Malin 1 (with a diameter of 650,000 light-years).

Meanwhile, the largest star by radius is thought to be UY Scuti, a red hypergiant star in the constellation of Scutum that has an estimated radius of over a billion kilometres – 1,700 times that of the Sun.

Originally published on https://www.sciencefocus.com

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, April 9th, 2025)

"WHY ARE THE MAPS OF THE COSMOS ALWAYS OVAL - SHAPED??"

[ask-the-koopa-family]

Just wanted to draw a "What if " like in an another parallel universe lol

Like what if Bowser was a good guy ? Still having aving the same status as king and all etc 😂

Drawings/OC/sketches are mine dont copy/repost

#bowser

#mario

#princesscherry

#princesspeach

#whatif

#AU

#paralleluniverse

[1five1two]

[kittypatch]