#collab tf

[sanzaibian]

Happy New Year 2025 to everybody ! ‒ as well as for those for whom 2024 has not yet passed ! I give you all my best wishes, and hope you will take the next step in your personal transformation !

And, as a treat, magic forces will let you be your ideal self for the first few days of 2025 ! To be sure, I'll have a great time looking this hot, and cute ! My hair looks perfect, my skin is without blemishes, and I feel a confidence I never had before... bro !

Now, dude, what do you look like ? I'm sure you can't do better than me, bruh !

[mellliow]

1 base 2 artist with @yinsayshello ♡

[compaculaaa]

Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaa😬

Collab with @kairukitsuneo Cus they think senti is a bottom while I think alpha is a bottom

[sanzaibian]

I’ll be honest… this is not what I expected. I even went back to my Tumblr account and saw that my last like actually had a ton of different people on it, yet this is what happened when I saw this damned post…

Let me just start explaining what happened, okay ? See, I’m quite busy now, with the end of the second semester, the Master thesis to write and all the other work I need to do and file, so I don’t have much time to write, plus I was quite sick at about the time I wanted to write a special Eid story… that won’t happen, I guess ‒ though do check out @occamstfs ' excellent work on that theme. But yeah, let me not be distracted. Because I was sick, I wasn’t in the mood, but I started checking it back out for a few days, and then the post happened.

At the very moment I saw it, I was suddenly taken with convulsions.

I took my headphones off, unwrapped myself from the cloth I call clothes, and prepared to go to the toilets. It might be vomit, for all I know… and I’ve seen way too much of it in recent days…

But I didn’t have the time to even get up that I felt my abdominals harden, convulsing.

I watched flabbergasted as from my small fat abs sculpted themselves. All of that which I wrote about was actually… becoming reality ? I somehow felt both excitement and dread… especially dread, actually. I don’t actually want to be someone new altogether, just how would I be able to continue to live !

As I was doom-thinking, that hardening, which somehow was accompanied to a darkening of the skin, spread. I saw my hips harden, and I shifted my ass as its globes were becoming more muscular. I also watched as – and I still don’t know how to feel about it – my dick grew bigger, and not (only) because it was hardening ! Up the torso, I saw as my pecs were bulging out, setting themselves apart from the rest of my body, nipples perking out. When I saw them inflating, I couldn’t help myself being fascinated – and missing altogether the quite frankly impressive enlarging of my legs and then feet – and taking my hands to feel them. Oh, so divine was that feeling… fuck, I can’t help myself from doing it right now, and it just doesn’t get old…

But that was not to last, as suddenly my unyielding back pain struck once again. So I just moved my neck right to left, and made rows with my shoulders, when suddenly CRACK ! my shoulders were farther apart.

My arms were next, growing bigger and bigger, especially my biceps which, frankly, became massive. And as the dark reached my hands, I saw my nail polish break down and dissolve into oblivion. Honestly, if not for the fact that my life has been turned upside down, that I’m unrecognizable to literally everybody and that this whole situation will be hell for getting some new official papers, the fact that I lost the nail polish that I just put on yesterday would be by far the most inconvenient thing that happened from this situation. I guess I’ll have to put it back on, but then… ugh…

Sorry, getting back to the point. By then, my cramps were finishing, and I started feeling my head burning up, at it was remolding, to what I imagined to be another shape. Sensing an opportunity – and knowing full well how once is supposed to act thanks to all the stories I read here – I quickly made my way to the bathroom, to see myself in the mirror.

And when I saw the mirror, I was just starting to feel like my hair was scratching. I took my hand up, starting to scratch it, only to find my hair straightening, blackening, and especially receding into my scalp. I was glad when it stopped at only short hair, but the worst was to come.

I felt my jaw needing a scratch.

Even though I knew what was coming, I couldn’t help myself. I scratched as I say black hair growing, growing and growing. By that time, I was crying, as I saw what was, as a non-binary guy hating on his hair, my worst nightmare happening. The mustache part was the first to finish growing, already a respectable length that would be considered quite scruffy in today’s society, yet the rest of the beard continued growing.

And it grew, and it grew, meandering between my fingers.

I also looked down at my body hair, knowing them two to be always related. However, I only found it to be shrinking in covering, thinning in some sense. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m still quite hairy, yet… less than before, when looking below my beard, somehow ? I guess even heaven-mandated hairy transformations think I’m too hairy…

And then, to top it all off, I saw a weird green, red and black goo snooping out of my pores, and then hardening into clothes. I was now wearing black sweat pants, as well as a green and red Moroccan Royal Federation of Football sweatshirt, as well as new boxers, new socks, and new trainers.

Great. Now, I not only look like the epitome of masculinity, something I do not want, but the only clothes that suit me are football clothes, a sport I absolutely do not care one bit about.

I’m so… confused by all that. Returning to my computer and seeing the post that made all of that happen, I just can’t help to feel like it… shouldn’t have happened. Yet it did. All because of that one damn post on Tumblr.

But I guess you all are happy, happy that I’m now a Moroccan jock that is all hyper-masculine, wearing a Salafi-approved beard, and that I decided to share the story.

But you don’t care that I’m now going to have to prove my existence to my family and to the state, that going out on the streets will prove fundamentally different in a way I’m not prepared for, and that now my dysphoria is going to go through the roof. Look ! Here is my cutest I can manage !

Well, now that I’ve said everything… let’s send that SMS to try and somehow let my family know that I’m me. Be happy that I am the one going through that, and not you. It’s all sorts of wrong to actually be in in another person’s body, no matter how hot it seems in written prose.

Though… I’ll admit that beard is growing on me… I might keep it for a while. I don’t know, something feels… weird about it, and I don’t quite know why…

Your last like is your new body. Who's winning?

Dumb muscle himbo for me it seems!

[sideswipesjetpack]

Hey… so me and @reader-from-nowhere made a crack comic.. turned angst… come eat..

SHOUTOUT TO MAGMAAAA PEAKKK ONG

Somewhat au?? SKNSKSJSKSJSJS

[owly-lumi]

Another art for "Trust Me" by @chiconisroc on Ao3! 🔥🔥🔥

I wanted to draw something with the bro @watering-the-goats-99 ❤️ (Did the line art) (I did the colorsss) Soo we did this ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

The FF is canon (Source: Trust Me)

(I have to make jokes yes, I have to)

[soda-sparkss]

collab with @deadlysoupy !! she did the writing drabble and i made the art!!

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There wasn't time to ask. Bumblebee didn't need to know, anyway.

The only thing he needed to know was right in front of him: Starscream, coming into the room, his posture slumped, optics flickering on and off, expression on the edge of toppling down and crashing.

So Bumblebee didn't ask. He simply got up from their shared desk, took Starscream's trembling servos, guided him to their berth, and embraced Starscream in a way that would offer comfort. Protection. It was the only thing he could do, even if he wanted to do so much more.

There wasn't time for that now, though. The only thing that mattered was letting Starscream know he wasn't alone. He'd never have to be alone if Bumblebee could help it. As long as Bee was around, Starscream should never feel lonely.

Starscream didn't need a lot of time to wrap his own servos around Bee's torso. His helm buried into a nook of Bumblebee's servo, faceplate hidden from view. Bee wouldn't pry unless asked, so he simply laid there, rubbing circles into the seams of Seeker's wings, fiddling with their intricacies and roots.

Eventually, Starscream started shifting, his movements erratic, body shaking, and Bumblebee swore his spark could crack and die out — and he'd let it.

Lubricant wasn't often found on a mech like Starscream. Bumblebee saw it, of course, more often than others, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt, no matter how many times Bee saw it. Star's glossy, shining optics met Bumblebee's, for a fleeting nano-second, and it's as if a dam has been burst open. Helm hung low again, the top of it rubbing into Bumblebee's chassis.

If Bee's spark didn't shatter before, it did now.

As Starscream's servos made their way to grasp onto Bumblebee's, Bee brought up his to cup Star's helm, first the top, then the bottom.

"Star," he whispered, afraid to utter even a word to discourage the Seeker. His own optics threatened to leak, but he couldn't afford to when Starscream needed him.

When he felt a small give, an indication, a clue, of Starscream being somewhat ready, Bumblebee clasped his helm, his digits finding the faceplate and gently rubbing there, and turned Starscream's gaze away from the darkness he sought out.

Bee didn't know what to expect, but Star has never looked more vulnerable than right there. Mouth pressed in a frown, quivering, lubricant leaving glossy marks around his perfect gray faceplate. Optics still not facing Bumblebee, exploring some part of Bumblebee's neck that he can't see, they looked so undeniably sad.

He has never seen Starscream quite like this.

"Oh, Star…" he mouthed, just barely, to at least let him know he wasn't shamed, and wasn't scrutinised for it. Cared for, instead, Bumblebee's spark was an open book for him, only for Star to see.

Finally, Starscream stopped wrestling with himself, and locked optics. Bumblebee couldn't let that go to waste.

"I'm sorry, Star," his left servo comes a little closer and wipes away the tears he cried. "I'm here. Always. You're safe."

And Starscream was. They didn't move from the spot for a long time, Star's helm collapsing on Bumblebee's chassis, and Bee letting his servos wander on Starscream's frame, brushing over comfortable and familiar spots. Starscream didn't need to utter a word. Bumblebee was here, regardless.

It was a constant Bumblebee intended to keep.

[lucraven]

And finally there is only you; Memories and your heart in need

[sanzaibian]

This is part of the Secret TF Writers Swap, a small "secret santa" event between writers organized by the lovely @alphajocklover.

Thank you very much for organizing it !

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To @fafnir19

You sat at your desk, readying yourself for yet another soul-sucking day of office work.

You may be writing loads of stories on the internet, of people growing in and out of wealth, of demons and creatures, and most of all of transformation, but back in the real world, everything feels so much more static. Yesterday’s problems are today’s problems, and today’s problems are tomorrow’s problems. A never-ending series of crisis after crisis, which somehow always swap roots yet never swap effects. You can at least consider yourself fortunate that your pay is comfortable enough so that you can weather these, even if it means having to look in the eyes of someone who has little, and answer their request for starting something greater in the negative.

But today, there seems to be some agitation in the office. A change in the routine. Something to bring you out of the intensive mundane and the boring busyness.

So you ask the colleague with which you share desk a part in today’s gossip, and what he answers may surprise you :

“Nathaniel Nostitz has come here ! I don’t know why he’s here, but I’m sure everyone wants to bag him !”

Now, as a banker, you do keep an eye on the important fortunes in your area, and the Nostitz family is one of them – if not the most important. You know that their family comes from Silesia, but that there was recently some family drama with his son, or at least that’s what the few articles of showbiz about him that some colleague forced you to read said. You don’t actually care, but you do know that such an important family coming to see a standard local bank is quite… unusual.

But you know to keep your head down and not cause unnecessary problems. You won’t be able to convince him to do anything with you, and he may be tempted to destroy your career if you’re too annoying. Therefore, you go back on working on your computer, some case of investment account or something. Boring, but safe.

That’s why you were surprised when, suddenly, you hear a deep sultry voice speaking right next to you.

“Greetings. I think I have a proposal that may interest you.”

You look up to suddenly see a middle-aged looking blonde man, impeccably dressed and styled, sporting a bit bushy beard.

Is he… actually Mr. Nostitz ? He looks quite a bit younger than you expected… and more attractive… but it may be due to him having access to all the best treatments money can pay, after all. However, as he looks right in your eyes, you suddenly understand that the proposal – a business proposal, you guess – was aimed at you.

“Oh, er…” You stumble, not having expected this turn of events. “Greetings to you too, sir… what is that proposal about ?”

He smiles when you call him ‘sir’. Somehow, this smile seems almost… predatory ? Of some kind ?

“I’d be willing to place some of my fortune in your care… therefore in the care of this bank, if you were willing to grant me a few... favors.” He smiles, trying his hardest to look innocent while he is, in effect, holding you hostage to your company’s expectations. - I… I’ll think about it, sir…” You answer evasively, taken by surprise. - Of course, of course !” He smiles, looking even more predatory and threatening than before. He gives you a black piece of cardboard paper. “Here’s my business card, for when you’ve taken your decision.”

On that not-so-subtle order to accept, he takes his leave, leaving you confused in-between the jealous and judgy eyes of your colleagues. And as expected, you’re immediately summoned by your boss. He urges you to accept without delay, promising you a share of the high profits that a share of the Nostitz fortune will bring the bank.

And the door if you dare refuse.

That’s why you’re now here, in front of this huge manor, as ready as you can manage to be to throw yourself in the lion’s den.

The manor is very big, and very beautiful. Its fine architecture betrays its age, which shows how entrenched the Nostitz familly is, around here. A butler welcomes you inside, and leads you up to Mr. Nostitz’s office, though not without ridding you of your coat. And as you stand in front of the old wooden ebony door, you gather your courage before knocking.

“Enter.” The low and sultry voice orders.

You follow suit, opening the door, and finding Mr. Nostitz reading some files on a well-organized desk, with only a suspicious brown mallet throwing the neatness off.

“Hello, Mr. Nostitz.” You start, but as you’re about to continue, he cuts you with his authoritative voice. - Greetings. So you’re here to discuss my… proposition, are you not ? - Y-yes, sir, I am.”

He puts his files down, and stands up, towards one of the racks on the wall, looking through binder after binder.

“You see… ever since my son decided that our wealth was… problematic, I had a little project in mind. And when I saw you, I knew you were the perfect candidate for it.”

Son leaving ? Wealth problematic ? You the perfect candidate ? … it seems like the family drama you desperately wanted to know as little as you could about comes back to bite you in the ass…

“I’m sorry sir, I-” You start backing off, but he cuts you once again, his mere presence silencing you. - I want to do a little experiment on you.” He says, having found the documents he was searching for, reaching for the mallet and opening it in front of your eyes. “These… potions, you may call them, have some effects that I want to study. And you’re the perfect man for it. - Sir, I’m sorry to say that, but I don’t know if I want to risk my health with an untested substance !” You start refusing, tampering it as much as you can. - Of course, your refusal is to be expected when presented with so few information.” Somehow, this felt like a jab at you. “However, I guarantee that it is safe, it has been tested on numerous animals, and it’s been proven to be safe for humans. Besides, the papers I brought out here make me liable for any disease related to this… treatment.”

At least he was thoughtful, and didn’t ask you to jump in with full faith. However, he does ask you to jump in blind, which is more problematic.

“And, this treatment…” You interject, finding an opening in the conversation. “What does it do ? - Ah, yes, a most important query.” He comments, yet again preventing you from going further in your thought. “Let’s just say that it may trigger a few… changes in your body. Most importantly, it will make you look younger.”

Changes ? Younger ? These are two keywords that draw your attention, as they usually belong to that other part of your life… You are quite a bit more excited than you should be, but the chance to experiment with at least part of one of your oldest dreams, one that felt like it could only ever belong to fiction, clouds your judgment.

Such was Mr. Nostitz’s plan.

“I… I’m interested.” You finally manage, feeling it’s safe and enviable enough to throw the remainder of your caution to the wind. - That’s perfect. Then, I’d ask you to sign those papers, please.”

You skimp over them quickly before signing, hopefully catching anything big that would be lying in the text, but you find none. Assuming that no surprises remained, you sign. On that, Mr. Nostitz smiles maliciously, yet again looking like a predator, before reaching in the mallet and drawing a small glass flask, half-filled by an opaque cyan liquid.

“Then we should start now, don’t you say ? Please drink this.” He orders with his deep, authoritative voice. - O-okay…”

You were not expecting to start this so soon, but you’re quite weak to the strength of his voice… So you drink it. It doesn’t taste good, a bit too salty to your taste, but it’s not that bad. You know foods that tasted a lot worse. As you feel it coursing down your esophagus, you start expecting some effects, standing in silence, looking discreetly at your skin. But this just makes Mr. Nostitz elegantly laugh.

“Are you expecting instantaneous results ? You should wait until tomorrow, at the very least !”

You blush of shame from this, before deciding to cut this meeting there, since the treatment has already been administered. But before you can properly address your salutations, he stops you :

“I’m sorry, but now isn’t the time to go. See, it’s already late, so you won’t be able to go back to work.” He is correct, it is 7PM already, but you don’t understand why he’s stopping you like that. - I’m sorry, sir, but I… should really go home.” You say with the utmost care, not wanting to appear rude. - My, don’t you know you that, during the duration of the experiment, you agreed to lodging here ?”

You freeze.

You didn’t know that. Was it written in the document you signed ? Did you not notice it ? You did skimp through it, but surely such a motion would have jumped to you… However, taken in surprise, you improvise, lying to try and save face.

“Y-yes, of course, but I… need to get some things from home ! I can’t stay here with only what I have on me !” Hopefully he will buy your excuse. - Don’t worry, we have everything necessary on hand here. It might not be what you’re used to, but… everyone needs a bit of luxury in their life, if you catch what I’m saying.” He snidely smiles to you. - I’ll… see what I can do with…” You admit defeat, though surrendering to luxury isn’t the hardest thing to do. - That’s great ! The butler will lead you to your room.”

On that, the butler opens the door, and urges you to follow him. He leads you through beautiful corridor after beautiful corridor, all stinking money, until you reach another door. Inside is a spacious bedroom suite, likely bigger than your first flat, even without including the bathroom. It looks quite a bit more modern than the rest of the house, but with no less old money woody tones.

The butler leaves you alone inside, where, immediately after putting down the few things you were still carrying, you rush to the bathroom. However, you’re disappointed when you look inside the mirror and… it’s still you on the other side. Well, you expect it to still be you, but still, not seeing any change does bum you down.

This taken care of, you look around the room to get a bit more familiar with it. If it’s where you’re going to stay in the near future, you’d want to know where to find things of interest.

You start by the bathroom, finding a lot of hygiene stuff, including products for the skin and for the hair, as well as multiple bottles of expensive cologne and, weirdly enough, condoms… that are too big for your dick. Great. You move to the closet, in which you find a wealth of clothes, all fitted to your size – though they’re a bit loose on you, not by much, but noticeable enough – as if Mr. Nostitz knew you’d come. However, you’re surprised by their diversity. While there of course are the dress shirts and suits you’d expect, as well as polos, sweaters and other preppy clothes, there’s also some more young – for lack of a better word – clothes like a collection of jackets, t-shirts and even tank tops.

You close the closet back up, thinking to yourself that you’d never need this much clothes, but that you appreciate the thought. Having barely closed that piece of furniture, the butler invites you for dinner. He leads you to a grand dinner room, outfitted with a long wooden table, on which only two places were set.

You take place in front of one, while Mr. Nostitz takes place on the other side. On that follows a floury of expensive dishes, served as if you were at a high-grade restaurant. While you ate each of the courses, you entertained a lively discussion with Mr. Nostitz about investment, and about how his money would be taken care of, now that it is in your care.

That is, after all, the primary reason of your stay. Even if it got eclipsed by another.

Once the meal was finished, Mr. Nostitz waved you goodbye, and the butler accompanied you to your room. You did as usual, preparing yourself for bed, changing into your nightwear, brushing your teeth and all that. But as you were doing that, you noticed that your hair looked a bit… brighter than usual ?

It must have been the lighting, you think to yourself as you fall to sleep in the giant and extremely comfortable bed.

You are woken up by the butler at an early hour, as he tells you that breakfast will be served before you go to work. Ah… yes, right, you forgot, with how comfy the bed was, that you weren’t in holidays. So you stretch a bit, but as you enter the bathroom, something doesn’t look right…

It takes you a moment before you manage to figure it out.

Your hair was now blonde ! And curly !

You look out to your bedroom, but the butler isn’t here, so you look back in the mirror. God, that hair looks so healthy… You pinch yourself a few times, before you decide that you’re actually in the real world, and that this is now your hair.

A bit confused, you look in the myriad of products, and see that all the products for the hair are made for wavy or curly hair… how fortunate… So, you put some in your hair, hoping that they will make the mess that you woke up with more dignified, before continuing your morning routine as you usually do.

However, now the fact that there actually was a transformation makes you all excited for whatever comes next. You’re actually living your fantasy ! The one you thought wasn’t impossible in the real world !

Jovial, you eat, and enter the limousine, before being dropped off in front of your bank. You’re so happy about all that that you don’t even register the fact that you’re coming to work in a limousine, and sporting a healthier, curlier and blonder hairstyle than you ever had in your life. Though your colleague don’t ignore that, as you do manage to overhear people gossiping about those very things, you… really couldn’t care less. It just felt quite unimportant, really, when compared to everything else.

The day of work was over pretty quickly, and before you could even worry about going back to the manor, you see the limousine that drove you to your bank stationed in front, disturbing traffic in the meantime. You’d usually feel a bit guilty of being the reason of other’s frustrations, but somehow, you’re so happy that you just don’t care. Yet again.

As you enter, greeted by the chauffeur, it even starts feeling a bit normal, how you’re greeted with the utmost deference, how you are given privileges, how people are waiting for you…

You shake your head. This state of affairs is temporary, do not get used to the luxury. In a week, you’ll be back to your usual grind.

Arrived at destination, you enter the manor, expecting to see Mr. Nostitz, but he is nowhere to be found. That’s weird, you haven’t seen him in the whole day… you were eager to show him the golden curls you acquired… You furrow your brow at your sudden thought, finding them a bit out of character until you remember that you’re in an experiment. Of course the one responsible for holding the experiment should keep a close look on their patient.

But here you are, on your bed, not having seen him anywhere. You had the time to explore the mansion further, to write part of your next story, and relax, yet when the butler called you to go eat, you still hadn’t seen him. Taking place at the table, you also noticed that there was only one place setting. None for the elusive master of this mansion.

Adding insult to injury, before the first course, the butler comes back with a small flask, of the same kind that you took yesterday, filled in half with yesterday’s opaque cyan liquid. You sigh of frustration and take it from the butler’s hand, a bit more aggressively than you wanted to, and drink it, before unleashing your growing anger at the poor employee :

“Why isn’t Mr. Nostitz here ? He should be eating with me ! - Sir, Mr. Nostitz’s schedule is very busy, you were fortunate to have been able to share a dinner with him yesterday.” Explains calmly the butler, as if he’s seen this kind of tantrums many times. - That’s… understandable…” You answer, starting to calm down.

You eat each subsequent course in silence, trying to understand the reason of your anger. It’s not as if you really cared about Mr. Nostitz… he hosts you and runs this experiment, but you have only known each others for two days, and it’s not like it was love at first sight… After finishing your meal, you come back to your room, hoping to have a quiet evening after that feat of anger.

And as such started to create a bit of a routine for yourself.

On the morning, you checked the mirror for any change, noticing that you got taller, younger, more muscular and handsomer – for lack of a better word. You then take breakfast, ride up the limousine to your bank, slog through a workday becoming progressively boring as the days go on, and get relieved to find the limousine waiting for you in front of the building. Coming back to the mansion, you drink the flask, and then come out of your shell more and more, watching TV on the huge one in the living room, playing the latest Fifa if the urge takes you, going for a walk in the big gardens or even working out in the private gym, that seemed suspiciously new. And before sleeping, you use a progressively bigger amount of beauty products, noticing the odd few additional changes like your dick enlarging or your eyes taking on a blue color.

This life is becoming progressively comfier – not that it was painful by any means – and you feel more and more at home in the giant, faceless manor that you inhabit. Having a butler take care of you, being driven by a limousine, eating the finest foods, wearing the finest silk… all that luxury is starting to become second nature. The week flew by, and it was already time for the weekend. The last days of your experiment, the last days of a luxury that you will surely miss. And all that, without even having caught a glimpse of Mr. Nostitz.

You are now basically unrecognizable from the tired banker that came in this mansion. Now a handsome young man with blonde curls, all the fancy clothes that were bought for you fit like a glove thanks to the new muscles. As you take a last photo in front of the estate’s forest, you wonder if you should try opening an Instagram account. After all, your good looks aren’t going away, and work is just getting so boring...

But suddenly, your butler asks you to come urgently. Nonchalantly, you follow him to the mansion, where there seem to be a lot more people than usual. Is there a party of some kind happening ? You stroll in, finding Mr. Nostitz at the center of a small crowd. Finally ! He is here ! He will finally be able to see what you became !

So you hurry in his direction, drawing the ire of some of the guests. But you don’t actually care, they shouldn’t have been in your way in the first place. You are now in hearing distance from the architect of your experiment, but as you’re about to make yourself known to him, his voice overpowers you. However, it isn’t addressed to you, but rather at a guest.

“Cassandra, why must you raise this issue in a day of rejoicing !” As he told that, he looked briefly at you, noticing your presence. - Nathaniel, you cannot continue this charade ! Leandra has long passed, and even your own son agrees that you can’t continue claiming the fortune ! You are not part of our family anymore !” A well-dressed woman – Cassandra, you assume – with long curly dirty blonde hair insisted, angrily. - This son of mine isn’t able to manage our fortune, you can at least agree with me on that. Besides, I was married to Leandra, my beloved, so you know the implications. - Quit trying to act as if you’re part of our kin. We will need to see you in court, if you do not heed this last warning !” She said ominously, although it only drew Mr. Nostitz’s smile. An evil and predatory smile, as always. - If you’re talking like that… then I assume you are not acquainted with her second son.”

Second son ? You thought he only had one ! … and clearly, so did the rest of the room, who fell silent, looking at Mr. Nostitz with incredulity.

“Stop inventing excuses. If Leandra had another son, I would have been aware ! - Well, in this case, we may make introductions !”

He suddenly strides towards you, grabbing you by the arm, and as you stand there incredulous, he announces :

“I present to you my son. Leandra’s second son, and my second son. The true heir of the Nostitz family.”

A gasp of shock sleeps through the entire room, which would have included you if Mr. Nostitz hadn’t squeezed your arm at the right moment. Just what is he playing at ! Last you checked, you remember your parents, and none of them seem to belong to the Nostitz family that stands here, and you’re quite sure that Mr. Nostitz is in no way your father.

Yet, after the initial shock and denials, you hear people in attendance starting to notice similarities between you and your supposed parents. Some point out the curls like Leandra, or the blonde like Mr. Nostitz, some say your face looks like one member of the family or another, and other say you stature reminds them of Mr. Nostitz.

Out of them all, Cassandra, although she was just as shocked as the others, if not more, was the first to speak out against this assertions.

“This… is ridiculous ! You can’t just invent a new son to keep a hold of the money ! - I’m not inventing anyone. He was just… raised in another family to prevent him from being corrupted like his older brother. - This is pure and utter nonsense ! I require proof ! Irrefutable proof that he is your son, and Leandra’s son ! - All in due time, I knew you would react like that, so I prepared all the necessary prerequisites to make a paternity test. I wanted to present him to you all to continue this process.” Suddenly, he looks at you in the eyes. “Of course, my son will be enchanted to cooperate in your quest for proof, isn’t he ?”

His look was a dare. A dare to start living a life in a lie. A dare to continue living in the mansion you inhabit. Although he neglected you during your whole stay, although you have a life outside this mansion, although you have actual parents and family, you… can’t seem to be able to refuse his request.

Is it the luxury that drew you in ? Or the transformation, making you become a whole new person altogether ? Or is it Mr. Nostitz’s authority that you don’t want to defy ? Whatever the actual reason, you smirk, and cannot help but say, in the most proud and obnoxious voice that you have :

“Yes, of course, father.”

You pose, as your butler takes a picture in front of your vineyards.

You are dressed in an expensive shirt, with a luxury watch and obnoxious Gucci sunglasses. And you wouldn’t expect any less than this display of wealth. Because even though you don’t actually run those yards, your father being the one to generate all the wealth that you benefit from, you still own them. You also own a lot of other things, noteworthy between all these possessions being the Nostitz mansion.

However, now, you don’t work a day in your life. You quit you banker job as soon as the DNA test results came in, showing that you were indeed the son of Nathaniel Nostitz and Leandra Nostitz, as this life wasn’t yours anymore. Rather, you now spend your time on Instagram, modeling and throwing party after party with your new famous or otherwise wealthy friends. These activities let you earn a surprising amount of money, although it is just a drop in the ocean of all your wealth.

But you know that you are only a puppet, living a life of hedonism while your father cultivates power on your back, created with the only aim of holding on to a fortune. And you couldn’t care less. Hedonism is fun, once you give in, and it makes you happier than you have ever been. If the price for that is any sense of life achievement… then you are more than willing to pay it all.

Besides, it’s not as if you could actually say no to your beloved father.

[cryptidgoat09]

Repost from my bluesky profile

Art Based on "Trust Me" by @chiconisroc ✨✨, me and my mate @owly-lumi (they cooked such wonderful and delicate colour artwork so check them out✨♥️) got so involved into this ff that WE HAD TO make something about it, this ff is so well written to have become canon in our head, such a tearing and emotional story, (ES season two is right into this ff, source? ✨💧TRUST ME💧✨

[kairukitsuneo]

Recommended to watch Transformers One this weekend! 10/10

[sideswipesjetpack]

Mecha au or smth

[xuxukooo]

Stupid gayass toxic yaoi we did as a collab because fuck at sleeping at night 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 (It's five am, almost six this is not funny) (It is)(we were manifesting before SM's update)

@acidcandycookie/ @finalymoney

[vanpyrr]

Uh… cookie!

[hyakunana]

"We gotta make it out alive"

First of all, CONGRATZ EVERYONE INVOLVED AGAIN FOR THE MOTW!! 🌠 and second, thank you so much again TheSoulTheta and TechStomper for having me in the Make It Out Alive project along so many other artists!! 💕

[sanzaibian]

Hey everyone !

Dare I say, the Normal Barbershop was a success ! Many people have had the chance to get fun haircuts, and I've had a lot of fun witnessing all of you guys' transformations ! However, every good thing must come to an end, all slots have now been taken at the Normal Barber shop, and although you may see a few more stories from haircuts that have already been booked, no slot remains open.

But still, thank you once again so, so much for the 1000 subscribers ! I can't tell you how grateful I feel to have amassed such a following !

However, as I said in my little address... this time of the year is already quite full. And although you all know about Halloween which will come tomorrow (at least it's the case in my time zone, after all I'm writing this as soon as the new day technically started !), there might be something else that makes it a bit more cramped.

Today is my birthday.

So, as a celebration of me turning one year older, and especially as a way to cap off the 1000 subscribers milestone (because in other circumstances I'm not one to plebiscite my birthday), I've decided to put a glorious end to the Normal Barbershop. Indeed, after having transformed a lot of you by giving many a whole new haircut... I've decided that perhaps I should be the one to sit on the O so relaxing barbershop chair.

Yes, you heard that right, I'm giving you the opportunity to give me the haircut of a lifetime !

So get your scissors, clippers and hairdryers, brushes, combs and hairsprays all ready, because I'm under your care for today ! - even though I know it's ill-advised to tempt TF fate right before Halloween.

Now, to give you an idea of what you will have to work with...

I'm a French white young man, turning a year older but still in my early 20s. My hair is brown, always messy because I naturally have wavy hair/loose curls (and because I don't really know how to take care of it properly), and is all around an unruly mop that would warrant ordering up. Otherwise, I have an average build, kinda skinny, a bit pudgy and not muscular, and I'm also naturally very hairy, even though I shave it all up (face every day, body once it becomes too long to bear) - though surely you don't care about that, huh ? ... huh !?

Hope you will find good hairstyles (or more) to shape with my hair, all of the barbershop's tools at your disposal !

Finally, I encourage everyone to participate !

No matter if you're a seasonned writer or a simple lurker, if you have an idea, don't hesitate to write even just a few lines ! As a small community, in the TF sphere, we always love it when we get to see new points of view, even if the prose leaves to be desired !

After all, we have a saying in French : it's by smithing that we become a blacksmith (C'est en forgeant qu'on devient forgeron.), so it's only by writing that you will write better stuff ! So don't hesitate ! Besides, why would I be mad at more TFs ? :P

[Technical information : as long as I can see the haircut that I get, it's good ! I think reblogs to this post or posts with a mention to me are best, but if another way fits better, by all means do it !]