#...I had stuff to say. fun interesting stuff

[dcxdpdabbles]

Maddie opening front door: Oh, it's you.

Alfred: Hello again, dearie.

Maddie: Ugh, drop the endearment. We are far too old for that.

Alfred: Very well. You seem well. Blossomed from the young maid to a proper lady.

Maddie: And yet, you're still walking around as a butler, looking like not a single day gone by since I last saw you. What, did the Waynes offer you immortality as a bonus for the immoral tasks you love to carry out for them?

Alfred: The Waynes don't do that sort of stuff anymore. Not since Master Bruce took over. He isn't even aware of the old family business.

Maddie: Oh I bet, little Bruce went all squeaky clean after dear old mom and dad took thier forever nap. Right. He's a good little boy.

Alfred: Madeline. I understand that your dismissal from Wayne Manor had been abrupt and that you fell on hard times because of it, but Master Bruce had just witnessed his parents murdered in front of him. He wasnt in the state of mind to control affairs. He wasnt aware of the real Wayne business then or now to begin with. Besides didn't you used to say you wanted out of the business?

Maddie: I wanted out through my own efforts being rewarded with retirement like every other maid before me. Not thrown out at fourteen, scrambling to survive with a skill set only criminals would be interested in.

Alfred: Yes, thats why you took those sharp shooting lessons I painstakingly gave you and use them to...what was it again? Ghost hunt? Or as was it unicorn sighting? Maybe a fun family friendly fairy catching?

Maddie: Fuck you. What do you want Commander Pennyworth? You wouldn't show up to a agent's house, not after all these years and certainly not at one who never got to finish her training before new management laid everyone off.

Alfred: Alright I'll get right to the point. I wish to reinstalled the Wayne Enterprise Secrets and I believe you have children.

Maddie: You-! You can't come to my house and demand my children, you bastard!

Alfred: I fear, Madeline, that I can. Bloodlines forever in service of the Waynes. Was that not the soul oath your great great great great grandmother took? Master Bruce owns you and your children, and I as his second, do as well.

Maddie: F-fine! I'll send you one! Only one! Danny.....Danny will be at Wayne Manor at the end of the month. We get to keep Jazz.

Alfred: Very well. Oh and let Daniel know Master Bruce and anyone in the Manor are not to be aware of his purpose. He's to be a proper Secert, and will be playing the role of my apprentice butler.

Maddie with pure loathing: It will be done. Danny will play his part.

Alfred: Thank you....I'm sorry about this Madeline. I truly am.

Maddie: No you're not.

Alfred smiling sadly: I am. I wouldn't activate the oaths, not after all this time. But we lost Master Jason recently and....I can not allow to lose anymore Waynes. Especially Master Bruce. You know how important his blood is to Gotham.

Maddie: I do, but that doesn't mean you're forgive. I pray for the day you're dragged to hell.

Alfred: Many do. Good day, dearie, may Gotham's darkness be contained.

Maddie: May the Waynes bare the burden and pain. Now fuck off.

[slvbum]

MAGIC KINGDOM SECRET ♡ Rafe Cameron!

content: Rafe × Bunny!Reader marriage, rafe spoiling his daughter a little bit too much.

Rafe was all in as the doting dad, carrying Marie on his shoulders when her little legs got tired and snapping photos of every moment. Y/N had packed healthy snacks; apple slices, homemade granola bars, and her sugar-free cacao nib cookies, to keep Marie’s diet in check.

“No junk food,” She had said firmly that morning. “I don’t want her bouncing off the walls or getting a tummy ache on her birthday.”

Rafe had nodded, but the mischievous glint in his eyes suggested he had other ideas.

Mid-afternoon, the trio found themselves in a charming Main Street shop filled with Disney trinkets. Y/N was engrossed, browsing for a special keepsake for Marie, a personalized ornament. Her hands fluttered over the shelves, her shy nature making her hesitate to ask the cashier for help. And Rafe saw his chance.

“Hey, bunny,” he said, leaning close. “Marie and I are gonna take a quick walk around. Meet you back here in, what, twenty minutes?”

Y/N glanced up, her cheeks pink from the weather.

“Okay, but don’t let her run off,” she said. “And no sweets, Rafe. I mean it.”

“Scout’s honor,” he said, winking as he hoisted Marie into his arms.

The toddler giggled, clutching her stuffed Dumbo, oblivious to her dad’s scheming. As soon as they were out of sight, Rafe grinned down at his daughter. “Alright, princess, you ready for a birthday adventure?”

Marie nodded, her eyes sparkling with the same mischief Rafe had in spades. “We’re gonna try all the fun stuff Mommy doesn’t let us eat. But it’s our little secret, okay?”

“Secret!” Marie chirped, clapping her hands.

Rafe and Marie embarked on a covert food tour of Magic Kingdom, weaving through the crowds with the efficiency of a man on a mission...

First stop: a cart selling Mickey-shaped pretzels. Rafe bought one, its golden crust glistening with salt. He tore off a small piece for Marie, who took two tiny bites, her nose wrinkling.

“Too salty, Daddy,” she said, handing the rest to him.

Rafe chuckled, finishing it in a few bites as they moved on. Next was a churro stand. Rafe held the cinnamon-dusted stick for Marie, who nibbled twice before declaring, “It’s crunchy!” and passing it back.

Rafe munched happily, wiping sugar from his chin. They hit a popcorn cart, where Marie took two polite bites of the buttery kernels before shoving the bucket at him.

Then came a Dole Whip, the creamy pineapple treat melting in the sun. Marie’s eyes lit up at the first taste, but after three spoonfuls, she thrust it back to Rafe, who was starting to feel like a human garbage disposal.

By the time they reached the last stop Marie was more interested in watching a nearby duck waddle than eating. She took two tiny bites of the pink cotton candy, giggled at its stickiness, and handed the rest to Rafe.

“You eat, Daddy,” she said, patting his arm like she was doing him a favour.

Rafe, stuffed but grinning, obliged. As they looped back toward the shop, Rafe realized they were cutting it close. Marie’s face was a mess, sticky cheeks, a smear of pineapple on her chin, and a dusting of cinnamon sugar on her dress.

“Oh, man, kiddo,” he muttered, pulling out a pack of wipes and hand sanitiser from the diaper bag Y/N had insisted he carry. He knelt down, cleaning Marie’s face with quick, practised swipes, her giggles making it harder. “Okay, princess, what do we say if Mommy asks what we ate?”

Marie’s eyes widened, and she pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh! Secret, Daddy!”

“That’s my girl,” Rafe said, ruffling her hair. He doused her hands with sanitizer and gave her dress a quick brush-off. By the time they strolled back to the shop, Marie looked pristine, swinging Dumbo in her hand like nothing had happened.

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[emskryptonite]

Favorite Reporter

a/n: i've had this idea for a few days now and figured i might as well just go ahead and put it out there! in my head this is david's clark, but the profile pic is tom's clark bc he's my fav, and either way it can be whichever version of him you want hahaha happy reading!! (also i swear I'll get my masterlists up soon!! I've just been busy) - Emmy ❤️

Summary: Clark Kent gets to interview a world-famous singer, but his questions reveal a bit more than fans thought they'd ever get.

Pairing(s): Clark Kent x famous!singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Content/Warnings: not much that i can think of, not proofread (who's surprised), fluffy, reader is described as feminine but only once or twice, people jumping to conclusions??, idk if i missed something lmk!!

Masterlist | Clark Kent/Superman Masterlist

“There’s the superstar,” the man says as he’s given the cue that the cameras are rolling. “Thank you for agreeing to do this interview. I know it’s a bit different from how the Planet usually does things.”

“Well, I think it’s a fun change. Besides, I’d do anything for my favorite journalist, Mr. Kent,” you reply.

“It’s hardly fair to pick favorites.” He gives you a schoolboy grin, one that’s all too irresistible.

“When other reporters start treating me as kindly as you, maybe then I’ll play fair.” You match his tone, giving him a sickly sweet smile in return. He really is your favorite, and you don’t see a point in lying about that.

“I’m gonna get right into things if that’s alright with you,” he changes the topic, raising a brow and trying his best to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

“Go right ahead, Mr. Kent.”

“I’d like to start with your latest album. If I recall correctly, there was quite the uproar as you were releasing the track titles. Was there not?”

“There was! I’ve been known for writing breakup songs for quite a while now, so when the track titles sounded like love songs, I think it weirded out the fans a bit. Some of them were freaking out, thinking I’d been tied down. Others were theorizing, swearing it was some kind of deep fake, plot twist situation.”

“So, what inspired the genre change, a new muse perhaps?” He leaned forward the slightest bit, narrowing his eyes. Saying he was interested to hear your answer would be an understatement, even if it is more for personal interest than reporting sake.

Failing to stifle a smile, you cross your legs, getting more comfortable in your seat. “Something like that. I guess I just wanted to prove I could do more than angsty breakups. I can do all of the sweet, mushy stuff, too, and I suppose there was a part of me that wanted to show the world that I’m capable of more.”

“Well, I think you’ve done just that. You accomplished a lot with the writing, but also with the feel of the album. Speaking of the writing, it feels different compared to past albums, aside from just the topic. Was there a change in technique or maybe some new inspiration, style-wise?” He takes a moment to push his glasses up his nose, and you can’t help but take notice of just how unfairly attractive it is.

“Yeah! I’ve always been inspired by the artists I grew up listening to, but I wanted this album to really stand out. So, I also took some inspiration from newer or younger artists. I mean, I’ve always admired Taylor Swift for her way with words, so I took the time and worked on my wording, tried to be more descriptive. Sabrina Carpenter is a newer artist that I’ve loved to watch grow, and it’s difficult not to admire how adorably scandalous she can be. I think that’s definitely prominent in one or two of the songs from the new album. So, yeah, in short, I’ve expanded my style in multiple ways, and there are plenty of artists I was inspired by!”

“Speaking of scandalous, I think you surprised a lot of fans with Track Seven. Was there something, or someone, in particular that inspired the mood shift?” His face is beet red, and it makes you grin like the Cheshire Cat.

“Yeah, I mean, honestly, with certain lines from some of my previous songs, I think people have kinda been waiting for a song like that from me for a while now. It’s probably not exactly what they expected either, but you know, everyone deserves to feel sexy every once in a while. At the end of the day, that’s what Track Seven is really about, innuendos aside.”

“Clearing his throat, he moves the interview along, “Well said. Now, I know you’re focus is most likely on this album, but I have to ask about any future plans you might have. Maybe a tour? Or, if we’re lucky enough, a sister album?”

“Well, unfortunately, there’s no sister album,” you both share a laugh, “but the idea of a tour has been tossed around. There are no official plans yet, but we’re certainly not against it.”

“Also concerning future projects, sort of, you have a music video premiering just a few hours after this interview will be posted. What can fans expect?”

“Ooh! I like this question! For starters, the video is the first single of the album, Track Eleven, and I really just wanted to make viewers feel how I felt while writing that song. So, I guess you could expect the whimsy, love-struck feel of the song to shine through.”

“I can’t wait to watch it, then,” he gives you another one of those boyish grins, and you can’t help but flush.

“I certainly hope you enjoy it, Mr. Kent.”

“I have no doubt that I will. Now, I’m sure you know I have more, uh, gossipy questions for you.”

“Hit me with your best shot.” You already know exactly what’s coming.

“With the topic of your album, people have been speculating about your love life even more than usual. On top of the album, I believe in a recent Instagram post of yours, there was a shiny ring on a pretty important finger. Is there any truth to these rumors, or are they nothing more than speculation?”

Again, you can’t fight the grin on your face, and subconsciously, your right hand moves to play with the ring that should be on your left ring finger. “No, their detective skills are quite on par with this one. Just about a month and a half ago, I got married.”

The reporter’s cheeks blaze once more. “Is there anything you’d like to share about him? He sounds pretty lucky to have landed someone like you.”

“I think I’m the lucky one, Mr. Kent,” you can’t hide the twinkle in your eyes. “He’s the most selfless and generous man I’ve ever met. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You’re beaming, glowing even, and Clark wants to commit the sight to memory.

“Was the outing of your marriage pre-discussed, or is he getting thrown under the bus here?” He takes a teasing tone once more, his confidence returning a bit.

“Oh, I’m totally throwing him under the bus. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d ask about it. You’re usually one to stay away from tabloid gossip and fan rumors, Mr. Kent.”

“Color me curious,” he shrugs. The producer signals that your time is almost up from off-screen, so Clark begins to wrap things up, “Alright, well, our time is coming to an end, so I’ll go ahead with the last question if that’s alright with you.”

“Ask away.”

“With these on-camera interviews, the Daily Planet likes to give the interviewee a chance to become the interviewer. So, is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

You don’t hesitate. “Just once thing, Mr. Kent,” you start with a wicked grin, “How long is the Planet gonna let my husband interview me?”

“Well, I’d say until you stop giving him exclusive answers, Mrs. Kent, or until that camera stops rolling.”

“Like I said before, anything for my favorite reporter.”

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A LAKE HOUSE MORNING ⋆ JH86

how I think early mornings at the hughes lake house would go with each brother. jack’s version <3 jack’s had me in the biggest choke hold for months now. I think i’m converting to a jack girly 😪

read: quinn’s version and luke’s version

you hear the clatter of pans and cutlery as you make your way down the stairs of the lake house, sunlight streaming in through windows all over the house that quinn must have opened earlier, just as he does every morning.

you follow the noise all the way to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway and leaning against the entryway, watching your boyfriend as he makes breakfast.

he was standing in front of the stove, wearing a pair of swim shorts, the blue shade coincidentally matching the blue bikini you were currently wearing, covered by one of his shirts.

you stand there for a good five minutes, admiring the way his back muscles strain as he moves stuff around. when he eventually turns around he jumps back briefly, eyes widening as he sees you.

“shit baby. make some noise will you?” he says, putting a hand on his chest and you giggle at his slightly breathless tone.

“sorry, I was just enjoying the view” you tease, letting your eyes run over his chest that was now turned to you.

“fuck,” he says, the word coming out soft and a little choked up as he returns the favour and lets his eyes run up and down your figure. he suddenly couldn’t handle the sight of you standing there all perfect, bikini strings peaking out the top of an old shirt of his that you cut the collar off of. hair still slightly messy from sleep. he rubs that palm that was still over his chest a few times, as if that could help ease whatever emotion was currently overwhelming him.

“what?” you ask softly, padding over to him and wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, your face smooshing into the centre of his chest, breathing him in.

“I’m just happy you’re here,” he mumbles against your head, pressing kisses on your temple.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you tease, genuinely just making a joke but jack never took it well when you or anyone else tried to undermine what he felt for you.

“I don’t,” he promises, pecking your nose softly. “this was the first year I was seriously contemplating not coming to the lake house. if you said no, I would’ve went wherever you went. and that’s a big deal for me you know, with how little time I get to see quinn” he says and your heart speeds up, both at his words and at the way his hands sneak under your shirt, resting on your bare waist.

“I’m glad I decided to come here. it’s been my favourite summer by far,” you admit smiling and jack can’t help but mirror it.

“really?” he asks, his tone hopeful, as if he’s been worrying about your fun the whole summer. needing to be reassured that you’ve been having a good time with him, and his friends, his brothers, in his house.

“really,” you confirm with a nod and he lets out a happy little giggle that you want to bottle up and replay every second of every day.

“we’re matching,” he mumbles, tugging at the strings of your swim suit. “I like that”

before you can reply the annoying blare of the fire alarm goes off and jack winces, turning around and cursing as he removes a pan containing now crispy-burnt pancake from the stovetop.

you can’t help but giggle as he takes an oven mitt and waves it under the fire alarm hoping it will quiet down.

“thing is so sensitive I swear,” jack mutters as it finally stops. “wanna go out for breakfast?”

“what about your brothers?” you ask biting your lip as you contemplate

“we can bring them something back. quinn ran to the store, and luke was definitely woken up by that alarm so it’s in our best interest to leave the house, seriously,” he states, grabbing his keys and you laugh softly. jack’s little brother was definitely not a morning person.

he drags you out the front door just as you hear a muffled “jack what the fuck!” coming from upstairs.

“I don’t even have pants on” you giggle as he pulls you and opens the passenger seat door of his car

“I don’t have a shirt” he shrugs sending you a cheeky smile, “we’ll go through a drive through don’t worry” he continues, kissing your cheek before running over to the drivers side.

best summer by far.

[callmecallmecrazy]

My Best Friend's Sugar Daddy

Back, back, back again! Big departure for me, himbos! And another big departure, gay sex! So beware. Please enjoy!

And remember, comments and likes are always appreciated!

*****

“Where the hell is Sit-guess?”

“Spain. Barcelona.”

“How do you know that?”

“It says so on his post.”

“Oh.” Amir and Neil continued scrolling through their phones.

“Well, it looks like he’s having fun!” Amir joked to an apoplectic Neil.

“In a speedo,” Neil shook his head in jealousy poorly masked as disgust.

“I mean, look at that body.”

“Yeah, but like, he didn’t used to look like that,” Neil stumbled over his words in his ill-contained anger. “He didn’t dye his hair blonde either, but people can look how they want,” Amir replied with a shrug, trying to diffuse Neil.

“I swear he used to mock those K-pop dudes who dyed their hair.” Neil continued his tirade as Amir rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“And now he did it. Neil, calm the fuck down. Jae-sung can look how he wants to look, act how he wants to act, date who he…” Neil cut him off.

“I’m not jealous of his boyfriend.” “Really? Cause, you were when we met him-” Neil interrupted the teasing, louder this time.

“And it’s Jai now, according to Instagram. J-A-I.”

“Eww,” Amir laughed and kept scrolling. “Pretty trips.” “Another beautiful day at the beach with Radden. Life is an adventure and I’m so glad to grab it. Hashtag gay boy. Hashtag beach. Hashtag beach life. Hashtag gay. Hashtag muscle. Hashtag speedo. Hashtag-” this time Amir cut him off.

“I get it Neil, Jae-”

“With an I,” Neil chipped in quickly.

“With an I,” Amir rolled his eyes to pure white as he repeated dramatically. “Is living life as a boytoy and not returning our texts anymore. Ever since he got a new boyfriend.” “Sugar daddy.”

“Whatever, I’m not interested in the merits of their relationship. I am interested in how he got that body. Rockin’.” Amir said while unconsciously rubbing his belly. He was the fat one of their little gayboy squad. Jae-sung had looked like a weightless twink while Neil at least lifted weights regularly. None of them was likely to catch eyes in a crowd, assuming anyone saw them at all. Mostly due to them all being short guys, Amir being the tallest at 5’6” and three quarters. It was what first bonded them together.

“PEDs, roids, illegal injections,” Neil flippantly replied. Amir choked back the desire to throttle Neil. He’d always been the jealous type, and until six months ago when Jae-sung disappeared off the face of the earth, the hot one in their little gay trio. And the snub from Jae-sung stung worse once they stumbled across his new instagram filled with luscious trips, hot men, and a head to toe makeover turning twinkish Jae into muscled, blond stud Jai. 

“Holy shit! New post!”

“So?”

“What do you think, instafans? Always wanted to get my eyes done and @RadXZaddy paid for it. Loving the new me!” Neil read aloud as Amir refreshed.

“What happened to his eyes?” “He got that fucking eye lid surgery. The one he always called ‘anti-chi-’,” Neil coughed in place of finishing the word. Amir stared at the image long and hard. Was it true, did he really get the surgery? Jae-sung had bitched about stuff like that a lot. Maybe he was misdirecting? Or maybe it was something else.

“It’s that fucking boyfriend,” Neil said as though reading his mind. “All of this! He looks like some fucking doll practically now.” “I mean,” Amir spoke slowly. “He’s an adult.” “Look, this guy is clearly doing something to him. This can’t be a healthy relationship.” “Let’s say I agree,” Amir tentatively began. “What do you want to do? DM him? I don’t think he’ll reply. I mean, he’s got a lot of followers who I bet send messages. And he hasn’t returned our texts.” “They’re going to Balmora’s for brunch Sunday,” Neil said triumphantly.

“What?”

“In the comments, someone asked if they were going to be at some party, but he told them they were back here and had reservations at Balmora’s. Which does not require reservations, but apparently he has gone full insta-shallow.” “So, are we gonna go to Bals for brunch?”

“I just made a reservation,” Neil cheered triumphantly. Amir almost chimed in reminding him that you didn’t need a reservation for brunch at Balmora’s but decided to not push things.

“What time are they going?” “I don’t know,” Neil shrugged.

“What time are we going?” “At opening, and we’ll drink until they arrive. I asked for a table by the gate so we’ll see them come in.” “This feels kind of icky,” Amir sighed.

“Our friend has apparently fallen under the sway of some fetishy muscle daddy. We’d be bad friends if we didn't intervene. And they have bottomless mimosas.” “It’s a date,” Neil’s eyes never left the phone so he didn’t see the concern on Amir’s face.

-----

They pair arrived at Balmora’s when it opened. Their waiter was visibly annoyed when they said they were meeting friends who were always late and they’d be waiting to order until they got here. He huffed off as the pair watched him leave.

“He’s cute,” Amir said while sipping on a mimosa.

“I think we fucked,” Neil scrunched his face and stared into the sky as he tried to remember.

“I love how you act like any remotely attractive guy we meet has had sex with you,” Amir admonished. “What? I’m being serious!” “Sure thing Neil, I’ve known you for ten years. Your sexploits don’t fool me.” They clinked their glasses together and started chatting about other topics while keeping their eyes firmly on the gate. Their flippant waiter brought carafe after carafe of mimosa as the pair drank away the time. Finally, their quarry arrived.

Radden and Jai rolled in like a pair of movie stars. Radden’s big and powerful legs caused him to strut suggestively, an oversized package in the front bouncy playfully in his tight khakis. He wore a shiny oxford shirt buttoned halfway, leaving his smoothed bronzed pecs well on display. Jai followed a step behind, rolling his hips in a strange, mincing way. He had silver cowboy boots with an oversized heel, shiny white jeggings, and a pink crop top that hid the tits but exaggerated his ripped abs and tiny waist. Both of them had several bracelets and rings on and expensive sunglasses covering their eyes. Amir and Neil stared in shock for a moment, instagram was one thing but seeing it in person was still shocking. Neil recovered quickly and stood up.

“Oh my god, Jai!” He dragged himself up and grabbed his ex-friend into a tight hug. Jai squirmed a bit before hesitantly hugging in return.

“We haven’t seen you in forever!” Amir joined in, genuinely happy to see his friend. “How have you been?”

“Oh umm, hi, girls,” Jai’s voice had a small affectation to it, a bit of high pitched squeak that reminded Amir of guys who watched too much Drag Race.

“Are you having brunch? Are you meeting people? We have seats at our table!” Neil rambled quickly. Jai seemed completely overwhelmed. A throat clear behind the boys silenced everyone.

“Jai, babe, who are these boys?”

“Oh my gawd, this is my boyfriend, Radden,” Jai introduced the older and much taller hunk with the lustful adoration of a first kiss.

“Yeah, we’ve met,” Amir smiled and waved slightly.

“And we haven’t seen you since,” Neil poked his finger into Jai’s hard pec, and then did it again and again. “Those are nice tits, Jai,” Neil admired openly. Jai perked up and puffed them out proudly.

“Well, we should eat with your friends!” Radden smiled with overly bright veneers. 

“Uh, okay,” Jai sort of stuttered. “But like, I didn’t know if you wanted to.”

“I have been hogging you, Jai. I’m sure your friends want to catch up!” He sat down cheerfully and took a swig from the latest mimosa carafe. “I told him he needs to keep in touch with his friends. But young guys get so caught up in relationships. Not that I mind having him all to myself. But everyone needs some girlfriends.” Neil and Amir glanced at each other curiously.

“Wait really? Jai, did you just blow us off?” Neil frowned. Jai kind of stuttered for a bit, flitting his hands in the air.

“Okay, like, I’m sorry I got obsessed with my hot daddy boyfriend.” Even with the sunglasses on, the boys could feel the eye roll underneath. “I felt bad at first, but we were taking trips and he hired me a personal trainer and a nutritionist…”

“You hired them?” Neil questioned Radden.

“After he asked,” Radden continued drinking straight from the carafe, his eyes scanning the restaurant for a waiter.

“Yeah!” Jai indignantly replied. “We were going to hot parties and cool beaches. I didn’t wanna be the ugly guy. And then I figured you guys would be judgmental about it that I didn’t wanna tell you.”

“Just so we’re clearing the air,” Amir stepped in. “You did all of… this,” he waved his hands in the air around Jai. “Because you wanted to be hot? Mission successful.” Jai giggled.

“And you didn’t want this,” Neil grabbed the carafe out of Radden’s hands to refill his own beverage.

“I liked him before, I like him now. I mean, I’ll admit, you are fucking sexy as shit now,” he rubbed his hands lecherously on Jai’s crotch. “But mostly, I just like Jai either way.”

After a moment of silence at the table, Radden spoke again. “So, we relieved you of your concerns? You weren’t very subtle about it. Not that the booze probably helped.” Amir and Neil blushed intensely and looked down. “I, personally, think it’s very good that Jai has such devoted friends. And I look forward to getting to know you both!” He finally flagged down a waiter and ordered more carafes in addition to shots. Jai, Neil, and Amir passed around a set of sheepish apologies.

-----

One month, several parties, two weeks attending exercise classes, and one shopping trip later, Neil and Amir found themselves climbing the steps to a private jet to join Radden and Jai on a fabulous holiday. Radden invited them to some island resort across the Pacific, and the boys never even considered saying no. Sure, the past month has been kind of odd. Jai wasn’t acting for Instagram– in real life he’d seemingly embraced being hot and shallow and catty. It caused a change in the friend group dynamic; Neil and Amir were suddenly demoted to Jai’s entourage instead of being an equal part of the trio. But on the other hand, they were dragging new suitcases filled with new clothing onto a private jet.

Neil and Amir oohed and aahed over the luxury of the plane, while Jai lectured them on the differences between PJs (private jets) and his newfound preferences among them. For his part, Radden seemed content to enjoy an herbal cocktail and admire the boys. Amir noticed he did a lot of that, just kind of looked at them. Lots of people looked at Jai– that came with hotness. But Radden gazed with more intensity, the primal energy of a seasoned hunter measuring prey. Still, he had been nothing but kind and pleasant and Amir liked him quite a bit. Aside from the obvious physical differences, Jai seemed very happy and well treated and you couldn’t want a lot more for a friend.

Radden disappeared at the start of the flight. The others didn’t even notice as they were already popping champagne and talking vapidly about things they’d seen on social media. The booze flowed as they gossiped about everything. Eventually, both Jai and Neil decided to get some shut eye, leaving a wide awake Amir extremely bored before Radden reappeared.

“So what exactly do you do, like for work?” Amir, slightly drunk and flushed, saddled up next to Radden. He laughed in response.

“I’m a trust fund baby!” He offered a toast from his champagne and brayed louder. “I mean, my family owns several businesses. Lots of luxury resorts actually.”

“Like White Lotus places?” Radden laughed again.

“I guess so. They tend to be, no offense, places normal people never hear of.” “None taken.” “You’re pretty easy going. I like that,” Radden reached out and brushed Amir’s cheek, who giggled and blushed in response. Radden exuded charm and charisma on a celestial level. “I seem to have won over Neil, too.”

“Oh, he has a crush on you,” Amir blurted out.

“Really?” Radden cocked his eyebrows in lurid interest.

“Did, I should say,” Amir backpedaled quickly. “You don’t remember it, but the night you met Jai, you met us too. And Neil hit on you pretty hard. And you turned him down.” Both men giggled. They continued having their pleasant conversation, though Amir couldn’t help but notice that Radden’s eyes kept drifting to Neil. Amir hoped he wasn’t going to say anything. He’d just put his friend group back together and didn't need it falling apart again.

“You should get some rest, darling,” Radden rubbed Amir’s shoulder tenderly. Amir bit his lip and blushed more. “Might as well take advantage of all the luxuries on board!”

-----

The four of them made for a strange pairing. Neil and Amir were dressed in cute pastel shorts and t-shirts that could come from any of a dozen stores or brands. Radden wore sharkskin trousers with a pleat as sharp as the namesake’s tooth. A linen button down with one hole buttoned in the middle, the fabric flowing around him like Fabio in a wind machine, covered his chest. Jai’s hot pink button down shirt tucked into white shorts. The orange hue of his skin made the pink seem to glow on him. The lobby was open air and spacious with gorgeous employees in white trousers and shirts helping guests. Gigantic marble pillars and floors, all in white, gave the space a heavenly look. A piano tucked in one corner belted soft melodies from its tuxedoed player. Jai dragged the boys along, their mouths agape at the divine monstrosity. Radden was already headed towards check in.

The man behind the desk glowed unnaturally, white teeth and painted skin ripped with muscles underneath his staff polo. Radden turned to the others.

“You boys give me your passports and head up to the room,” he offered Jai some woven bracelets that were apparently room keys. They slipped them on without thought.  “I’ll check us in.” Neil immediately pulled his passport out and handed it over, but Amir hesitated.

“Should… is it okay to just give you our passports? And you already have a room key?” Radden shrugged.

“Yes, perks of money. And they have to scan them for check in. It’s totally normal, promise!” He flashed that award winning smile and Amir’s resistance melted away as he handed his little blue folder over. “It’s top floor, Jai, obviously. You boys freshen up!” He sauntered up the counter with a spring in his step, and all three of the boys watched his muscled ass shake from side to side in the tight pants.

“God, I wanna fuck him,” Neil didn’t even bother hiding his desire. Amir tried to shush him but Jai was already replying.

“He only tops.” “So much for you being verse,” Neil snickered.

“He’s got a hot cock,” Jai crudely replied. “And I’ve always loved sucking dick.” Amir nodded along as they ambled to the elevator. At least that hadn’t changed. Jae-sung had always been the kind of guy who’d suck off a stranger in a bathroom for the thrill of it.

The top floor was one giant suite, balconies lining every side with windows overlooking a jungle paradise and pristine cabanas where gorgeous men paraded around in tiny swimsuits while being served by dutiful staff who were tanned and toned clearly on display. Jai took himself to the master suite, while the other two slummed in smaller, though still luxurious rooms, to the side. They shared a bathroom, and Neil almost immediately walked through to Amir’s side with a swimsuit in hand.

“Just straight to a swimming suit, eh?” Amir laughed as Neil dropped trou immediately, putting his pale buttocks on display as he pulled up a camo patterned, square-cut swimsuit. Neil had a nice body, not an excellent one, but nothing to sneeze at. He obsessed over the really fit guys, the ones with huge pecs that look unnaturally glued on. Neil took a few moments to pose in the mirror, restyling his hair (which was too short to really change) and assessing his physique.

Unconsciously, Amir reached down and tugged at the modest pudge around his waistline. He was the “fat” one of their trio: Neil muscular, Jai thin, Amir fat. Although in straight world he’d be unremarkable. Still, he was the one with the baggy trunks that came to mid thigh. Which was a shame, because if he had any trait that made men stare, it was his derriere. Voluptuous, almost feminine in its curves, but distinctly masculine in muscularity. Amir wanted to look better, he always imagined what he’d look like with a trim waist to really set off his ass but he’d never really found the motivation to get there. Probably the same lack of motivation that kept Neil thinner than he wanted.

“Hey dolls,” the whimpery voice of Jai snapped him back to reality. Jai, formerly thin, was now ripped and toned and his body painted in iridescent orange that made it all pop just so. He blew a kiss in the air, which Amir thought was meant for him but then he realized he was standing in front of the mirror.

“Cute suit,” Neil commented with uncontained envy. Jai was in a hot pink speedo that rode high on his hips, sinking in the deep cuts of his Apollo's belt and clinging to his body like it was already wet.

“Jealousy’s an ugly color, Neil,” Jai quipped confrontationally. “Kind of like that suit. Kidding!” He offered the last word like a bitchy teenager who’d just been called out. Neil replied with a middle finger as he sucked his gut in even more.

“So, what’s the plan now?” Amir asked, hoping to break the tension.

“Party? Relax. Drink.” Jai said all the words dully, as if reading off a teleprompter.

“Where?”

“I dunno, around the pool probs. That’s usually where the hotties hang during the day. There'll be parties and clubs at night.” “You’ve been here before?” Neil asked, clenching his abs as hard as possible to his red faced reflection.

“Here here? No, but these places are all pretty similar. Spa, gym, pool, second pool, hot tubs, clubs, restaurants. It’s all about mixing and mingling.” Amir changed into his black suit and pulled on a loose fitting top that hid his arms. Not from embarrassment but from the sun. Neil finished dressing himself with a tank top.

“Wanna look around?” Amir offered.

“You guys take a walk. I’m gonna wait for Radden.”

“Where is he? Checking us in couldn’t take that long.” “Oh, he’s probably flirting with a manager or booking appointments. He loves a spa day.” Jai spent several minutes discussing the multitude of expensive spa time he’d experienced over the past few months, including the lurid detail that Radden always wanted a blowjob afterwards. Amir had never minded the sex talk; it was pretty normal among homos. But the way Jai described it always felt kind of… icky. Very Radden centric. Radden wants a blowjob. Radden only tops.

The pair left to explore, Neil started complaining about Radden and Jai, but Amir distracted him with the buildings, pools, clubs, and every hot man they walked past. Radden had said this was a gay resort, but Amir hadn’t expected it to be entirely men top to bottom. Every employee was a work of art. The guests ranged from ultra mega hot to merely passable, but they all exuded a level of wealth he couldn’t really begin to comprehend.

They went into a shop that sold nothing but tiny swim briefs in a variety of colors and patterns. Amir found some that look suspiciously similar to the one Jai was wearing, in a range of neon colors ordered like a pride flag. He tried to show Neil but found him outside the store.

“Goddam, look at those!” Neil’s voice rang green with envy for all to hear. He was slack jawed, staring at a dark-skinned (though Amir had no idea how natural the color was) man in an orange swim brief that made his dick look terrifyingly massive. But Neil hadn’t even noticed that. Instead, his eyes were fixated on a pair of thick juicy pecs that rose like dough from his chest, pushing out wide and broad, forcing the nipples down, almost underneath the curve of the muscle. They were so prominent and hard, Amir felt certain he could probably balance a drink on them.

“You should probably stop staring.” “I wanna touch ‘em.” Neil gasped. “I wanna grab ‘em and lick ‘em and ugh. Ugh. I want to have a pair on me!” He grabbed his own, not unnoticeable chest, like a pair of breasts and shook them for an imaginary audience. Then he deflated visibly.

“I’m sorry Neil,” Amir didn’t really know what to say.

“Nothing, it’s fine. I’m being dramatic.”

“And jealous.” “Is it obvious?” Amir burst out laughing despite Neil’s seriousness. He silenced himself and offered a quick apology.

“But yes, it is obvious.”

After a few more minutes of walking and admiring the resort and the men, Neil finally spoke up again. “I want a body like that.”

“Well, ask Jai. Or hell, ask Radden since he’s probably the one who knows how to get it.” He wasn’t sure how old Radden was, but he was definitely hot.

“Is that weird?” “He paid for us to come to an expensive resort for two weeks. I don’t think anything is weird at this point.”

“Why did we agree to come to a strange resort with our friend's new boyfriend?” Neil asked suddenly, giggling and shaking his head.

“Because we wanted to be featured on some murder mystery podcast?” Amir replied with a playful shrug.

—--

They didn’t see Jai or Radden until dinner. Their phones pinged with a dinner reservation notification that didn’t have an RSVP option. The place had several restaurants and this one overlooked the ocean with rattan furniture and excessive candlelight. Jai, dressed in a skintight, white shirt that looked like it chafed his nipples, offered droopy, drunken eyes and a giddy smile as they walked up. Radden also wore white, though his wasn’t spray painted on. He had a blush across his cheeks, likely from booze but seemed to carry himself better than Jai.

“Evening, dolls,” his silky voice greeted them calmly. He stood up and offered Neil a fake handshake before pulling him into a hug that pressed Neil’s face into his chest and then seated him next to himself. Amir was grateful to take the seat between his friends.

“We walked around. This place is gorgeous,” Amir answered when asked about their day.

“We went to the spa!” Jai burst out in rapturous giggles.

“Nothing better than a massage to start a trip,” Radden cocked a smirk at Jai as he spoke and Amir remembered Jai detailing Radden’s post massage routine. “Speaking of, I booked you two with some stuff for tomorrow.” He pointed quickly between Neil and Amir as he spoke. Radden reached over and tenderly rubbed Neil’s shoulders while devouring him with his eyes. Neil shyly looked away, but glanced back to see Radden glowering at him. The shoulder rubbing seemed to intensify.

Amir, eager for a distraction, chimed in. “You didn’t have to do that.” “But I wanted to!” Radden insisted with almost childlike glee.

“What, uh,” Neil’s voice broke as Radden seemingly plunged his fingers into a knot deep within Neil. It took Neil several seconds to recover. “What did you book?”

“Massage. Facials. Is there something else you’d want?” Radden’s voice tried to play soft and coy, but there was always something slightly predatory about it. He punctuated his question by tapping Neil on the chest then rolling his finger in circles around his nipple. Neil gazed into Radden’s eyes like a starstruck superfan.

“Umm, I mean, I did wanna ask you… stuff,” Neil was never one to be shy or bashful. He’d never once stuttered when complaining or asking for a refund. But he was down bad for this hunk. Neil tried to turn his face away, but Radden slipped his hand under Neil’s chin and directed his face towards his own before leaning in so close they were almost kissing.

“And what’s that?” Neil flushed red and rolled his eyes like having an orgasm. Amir looked at Jai who seemed content just sort of staring off into the distance. He’d figured his new bitch personality would assert itself, but apparently he was the passive in all aspects of this relationship.

Neil seemed to hesitate before responding, or maybe it was just the orgasmic release he was experiencing from Radden’s hands. When he finally responded, it was a moany, breathy voice unlike his normal one. “W-workout tips? Like, how, how are you so hot?” Radden’s face lit up like a kid who got their birthday wish after blowing out the candles.

“Oh, I can definitely help with that! After dinner, I’ll take you down to the gym. Jai and I already did our workout today. But I can get you set up. You’ll be absolutely amazed what good nutrition and a trainer can do. You won’t believe how quickly it can work.”

The rest of the meal was less dramatic. Radden swapped between being kissing and controlling with Jai, ordering for him and chiding him for slouching, and then being weirdly physical with Neil, brushing him or touching him or just peering into his eyes with devoted passion. 

Amir felt like he was watching it all from the outside, and he partially was. His presence at the table went almost entirely unnoticed unless he spoke up. He didn’t really mind. He’d enjoyed some cocktails throughout the day and the wine with dinner. By the end of the meal, he offered a quick goodbye as Radden directed Jai and Neil towards the gym, one arm hanging over the shoulder of each. Amir turned around after a few steps and watched as Radden shifted his hands to grope the cheek of each boy’s butt as they went.

It was weird. Really weird. The kind of weird that a less sleepy Amir might have thought about more. But right now, all he really wanted was to sleep off the travel and the booze and wake up tomorrow morning refreshed and ready.

—--

Amir had literally never felt so relaxed in his entire life. The massage removed tension he didn’t even know he had and the facial left him physically energized and on a strange emotional high. Everything just seemed really great!

He hung around the room afterwards, expecting Neil to show up from his sessions, but he never did. Eventually, he tired of waiting and slipped on his bathing suit to hit the pool. It was packed with well-to-do men with harsh six-packs, juicy pecs, and bubbly butts. Designer labels clung to their suits and shoes and sunglasses like branded grades on cattle.

This was not a place of modesty. Everyone else was wearing something tight and vibrant, usually a well cut speedo though a few did have short little legs on the sides, usually older gents. No one wore black. Except Amir, whose baggy, black swimsuit might have made him feel self-conscious if he wasn’t still high on post massage endorphins. Fortunately, he was still feeling delightfully relaxed and at ease and just in a generally pleasant mood.

He’d meant to bring a book or something to do, but instead found himself slurping down cocktails brought by attentive staff and just sort of staring at the hot men and the beautiful water. He should have been bored or restless, but anytime his mind started to wander it just fizzled out. This was good enough; being here was good enough. Being happy. His empty brained revelry ended when a dark shadow cast over him. He glanced up to see a muscular, older man in Dolce and Gabbana staring down at him happily.

Radden made himself comfortable on the lounger with Amir, cozying up like an intimate friend, and placed one hand on his thigh.

“How are you feeling, Amir?” His voice oozed sensuality.

“Good, really good.”

“I’m glad,” Radden purred while drifting his hand high on Amir’s thigh, brushing under the hemline of his swimsuit. “I want us to have fun. Whatever that means to you.” He whispered the words with unspoken meaning that made the hair on Amir’s legs stand on end.

“Yeah, thanks,” Amir’s voice, intended to be strong but strict, instead came out small and wimpy.

“Of course, darling. And you know, if there's something you want, feel free to ask.”

“Mmhmm,” Amir couldn’t do more than moan as Radden’s hand reached further up his leg, brushing his manicured fingers into the slip between his thigh and hips.

“Good, glad you understand,” he finished with a kiss on the cheek that made Amir’s heart flutter. He pulled back and turned to leave, and Amir took the moment to admire the absolute size of Radden’s package, bouncing happily in a seafoam speedo. His mouth watered uncontrollably. A part of him wanted to call out, to say something to keep Radden’s attention, but it was quelled by the arrival of a staff member, bronzed to perfection, offering him another beverage with an obscenely white smile. He took it with a drunken grin and immediately slurped down the fizzy beverage.

He stayed for hours, applying some sunscreen the resort supplied and just admiring the patrons. Jai and Radden occasionally passed through, offering small waves before talking with other couples. It got more rambunctious as time wore on, younger guys became looser and freer, flirting aggressively and dancing sexually on the men with the most expensive watches or sunglasses. They flashed brand labels he’d never heard of but found himself obsessing over, wondering what they were, where they came from, and how much they cost.

Amir was not a fancy dresser. There was a part of him, the part that scrolled social media too frequently, that always imagined what it would be like to be like that. To parade around a hot (probably chemically altered) body in designer clothing, acting carefree. Peacocking about just to show off the goods, otherwise why the hell would you work so hard to have them. D&G sunglasses, Versace speedo, some silly, expensive bracelet that looked like it came from a vending machine. He watched as one guy, unnaturally tanned with jet black hair swept backwards like an ominous tidal wave, bounced his bikini briefed buttocks on the face of a man wearing tons of jewelry who seemed absolutely enthralled. Amir could be like. Maybe. Maybe he could be the hottie with the body acting a fool for laughs or gifts or fucks.

That bizarre train of thought actually snapped Amir back to reality. He laughed, feeling like he’d probably just woken up from a silly dream resulting from too much sun and too much booze. He resolved to sober up for the night, eat dinner, and head to bed.

—--

Amir hadn’t seen any of the others since the afternoon. He got food at a grab-and-go type cafe and ate in the privacy of the room. Initially, he’d hoped to see Neil and catch up about the day. He wondered if he’d seen him passed out by the pool. But the need for sleep came quickly, and before he knew it, he’d stripped off his clothing and crawled into bed in a pair of cheap boxers he kept just for sleeping in.

Amir awoke in the dark of the night to a slamming cupboard and running water. He heard muttering from the other side.

“Neil?” he went to the door and whispered.

“Oh, um, heyyy, Amir,” his voice was drawn out and slurry, sounding both drunk and stoned.

“You alright? I haven’t seen you all day.” “Yeah,” the h sounded like a relieved sigh. “I was at the spa. It was really fun. I’m gonna go back tomorrow.”

“Wait really? What did they do?” Amir jiggled with the door but found it locked.

“Just like, a massage and stuff. It was so relaxing. I really needed it.” “Oh, okay,” Amir felt like he was talking at a club where the other person was only half hearing what he was saying. “You need anything?” “Sleep, I’m super sleepy. Just gonna rinse off and sleep.” Amir wanted to ask Neil some more questions but he found himself drawn back to his bed and fell asleep without effort.

—--

It turns out Neil wasn’t the only person hitting the spa the next day. Radden had seemingly booked treatments every day at random times. Massages, facials, cleansings, steams, saunas, manicures, foot scrubs, acupuncture, Amir kept getting notices on his phone of another booking, with easy check-in and constant reminders. And he went. It felt a little too aggressive, a little too showy. But then again, he had happily flown here on Radden’s PJ. It’s not entirely shocking that he’d throw money around like a drag queen throwing shade.

The first few days rolled together. After yet another session where handsome staff doted over him obsessively, if he didn’t end up lolling around a pool or on a beach, Radden or Jai were grabbing his attention, insisting on hot tubbing or checking out guys or dancing or eating or doing shots. Each day, he kept not seeing Neil. And while he wanted to worry, every time it crossed his mind, Radden seemed to pop up out of nowhere to distract him with another drink, another event, another shopping trip.

Despite the fact that they seemed to own everything in the shop already, Radden and Jai always took a cruise through the resort’s stores each day. And they always picked up some new designer piece, whether it was a shiny watch, tight swimwear, or just some generic piece of trash that would likely sit on a shelf for a few years before being tossed in a refuse pile. He’d watched Radden try on pair after pair of spandex swimming suits in pastel colors with floral prints that Jai seemed to ooh and aah and agonize over. Jai spent nearly an hour obsessing over turtle shell engraved bracelets that all looked the same to Amir. Each time, Radden always tried to get Amir to try something on. Amir’s attempts at resistance became more and more perfunctory each time.

“What about these?” Radden handed Amir a pair of square shaped, black sunglasses trimmed in gold around the lenses. They looked good. Amir put them on, admiring how they framed his face, the harsh lines perhaps a bit too bold for his square face. He turned his head, admiring the cut of his jaw line when he noticed the sides had the most ostentatious logo he had ever seen. D&G embossed on a golden plaque attached on each side. It was utterly, completely, fabulously ridiculous. He wanted them so much.

Amir couldn’t even hide his desire. “I mean, I like them,” he tried to sound nonchalant but failed miserably. “They’re probably really expensive.”

“Nothing’s expensive, babe,” Radden winked as he whisked the glasses off Amir’s head, an AmEx Black already in his other hand. They were bought and back on his face within seconds.

He couldn’t stop admiring his reflection in the mirror. Amir liked it. Really liked it. Liked it on a level he hadn’t even imagined liking something before. All the sun and spa treatments had given his dark skin an almost ethereal glow, like spit-shined leather. Soft and supple but strangely masculine. He felt imbued with a strange confidence, a need to sort of strut, to puff out his chest and stick out his butt and hold himself with all the attitude of a needy social media influencer.

After that, it was a little easier to let go and just sort of flow. Radden wanted him to add tanning sessions at the spa and soon his skin had taken on an artificial sheen that matched Jai. He refused to hop into a swim brief, but accepted designer shirts and sandals. Soon, he was misting himself with aromatic colognes from brands he’d never heard of while sipping on champagne, real champagne, and gossiping about celebrity plastic surgery.

And still, Neil was nowhere to be seen. He heard him, each night, in the bathroom, and could see the remnants, opened toothpaste and used floss, of his activities. But he hadn’t come face to face in days. And that should have worried Amir. Really it should.

He knew that it should. But he didn’t care. He was having fun. Real fun, the kind of fun you see people on TV having. Everyday was just another party. Every man was a stunning stud with bulging biceps and hard cut abs who flounced and flirted without a care in the world. More and more, he spent afternoons chatting with overly muscled hunks with jaw implants and waxed bodies who giggly happily about getting fucked and who only worried about the calorie count of a cocktail and who was paying attention to them.

—--

Jai started taking him to an early morning aerobics class where swarms of beautiful men with perfect (and likely plastic) jaws and chins shoved their nuclear tanned muscles into shiny lycra that hugged each and every curve and striation as though desperately clinging onto a lifeboat. Mister Giant Pecs, the one Neil has drooled over, was shirtless, wearing peach color tights that shimmered in the morning light and did nothing to hide his massive bulge. Another stud with huge blond hair and an unending, dopey smile was shoved into a yellow leotard that sunk between his ass cheeks and wasn’t big enough to cover his pecs, instead the straining fabric nestled underneath his pecs. With the thin straps rolling over his shoulders, it looked like a window into his chest.

Amir wanted to die. Thankfully, he wasn’t the only one who was struggling. Sweat, scented with poppers and booze, seeped out of every man as they strived to cut the teeniest bit of fat or water from their bodies to be just a smidge hotter, make the waist just a bit smaller, make Daddy just a bit harder.

But the atmosphere of the class was infectious, cotton candy in event form. Despite the grueling workout and the aching pain, like he’d had teeth extracted from his muscles with no drugs, everyone was happy. The instructors had the wild enthusiasm of theme park guides, every man in the class giggled and groaned with each new movement. Vapid pretty boys constantly encouraged him to push harder, stretch further, breath deeper. And he did. Each time a little better, a little harder, a little tougher.

He had never felt so much pain and so much pleasure simultaneously. The dopey fun and physical arrogance on display made him horny and competitive. And before he knew it, he was prancing to a Britney song alongside the rest of them. Afterwards, he asked Jai to sign him up for every additional class they had.

—--

Another day, another shopping trip, Radden clenched Jai’s speedo clad buttocks with one hand while keeping the other tightly wrapped around Amir’s waist. The physical contact, the almost pathological need for it, from Radden had initially bothered Amir. But now, it just was. That was Radden. He was gonna hold and touch and rub and kiss and there was nothing Amir could do to stop it. Nor did he want to anymore. It felt like getting attention from a movie star.

Without warning, Radden shoved baby blue briefs into Amir’s face, rubbing it in like a chloroform soaked rag intent on knocking him out. It was stretchy and sexy. But what really caught Amir’s eye was the waistband. He’d seen it dozens of times on internet “models” and obscenely wealthy trophy boys. The repeating Grecian pattern of Versace. God, he wanted it so fucking badly. 

But there was no way, no power in heaven or earth, that could convince him to put such a tiny thing on. There was no way he was walking around this palace of sin with fat rolls hanging out while everyone else looked like they were sculpted from the world's most perfect marble by the most talented hands to ever carve stone.

Just looking at the suit made him kind of hard.

He wasn’t sure what it was, specifically, about that waistband that infested his mind so effectively. Perhaps it was the almost vulgarity of it, the prominence of the label, the idea of having a brand instead of a personality. He loved it. He hated himself for loving it. And that kind of made him love it more.

But he would not wear them. Not today at least. Radden insisted on something, anything other than his basic black suit. In the end, Radden made him try on a pair of floral print jammers that had the illusion of being loose while still fitting tighter than his underwear. The flowery pattern (a sort of shimmery orange on a blue suit) seemed to glow on his body.

“Those workout classes are paying off,” Radden purred in his ear like a sex deprived vixen. Amir knew, knew knew knew, this was messed up. He might not have been fat per se, but there had definitely been a noticeable ridge around his waist that should, at this very moment, be spilling over the side of the elastic waistband, flipping it upside down underneath the roll.

But it wasn’t there. He wasn’t cut. There were no visible abs or even hints of. But his waist, while thick and stocky, formed a smooth line from his rib cage down to his hips. The suit fit fine. Not the aesthetically superb bodies all those other boys had. But he honestly felt so fucking sexy in it. His skin radiated and glowed, his face looked light and heavenly. Wrinkles and lines that should have dotted his face had seemingly vanished under the skin treatments and massages. His skin looked weightless, ageless almost. Vivacious. He barely even processed Radden buying them.

Radden made him wear them out of the store. His previous suit was left in a trash can. Amir felt different. It made him want to walk differently, to feel the tight fabric glide across his thighs and sink into his ass crack. He rolled one leg over the over, causing his buttocks to sway behind him. And he giggled happily when Radden’s rough hand possessively groped his spandexed ass.

—--

He paid more and more attention to the vapid himbos. No longer just admiring their asses or envying their pecs, but really focusing on their behavior. They were all so bouncy, there was no other word to describe it. They moved with a spring in their step, every time they got excited they seemed to jump up and down which caused their massive pecs to tremble and their gorgeous asses to shake like a rap video. Every movement oozed sexuality, their confident struts or rolling hips and puffed out chests were obvious. But it was the little things, the way a guy bent over, forcing his ass out just a bit too much, or how another seemed to just touch everyone whenever he spoke, that drew his attention. There was a need to show-off and a need for validation, each reinforcing the other.

Speaking of, one of those hyper muscles himbos, this one with a gravity defying quiff and a lime green speedo containing an ass that shook gloriously with every movement, was rubbing a giant black dildo between his pecs while two older men groped him lecherously. The himbo seemed to be having the time of his life, titty fucking himself to ogling onlookers. And Amir had to admire, those were the nicest pecs he’d ever seen. Huge, round, high and tight, luscious hard mounds of striated muscle that would never be contained by a shirt or jacket or sweater, permanently on display. Which is surely the point. No one spends that much time, money, and energy making those perfect meaty globes without wanting to show them off to the world. It made him think of Neil, ever envious of perfect pecs. In fact, this dude would probably make Neil cream himself on site.

But as he got closer, he couldn’t help but notice that despite the bronzed, smooth skin and blissful smile, that face was awfully fucking familiar.

“Neil? What. The. Fuck?” For a brief moment, the mental fog Amir had been under thinned. The image of his friend, formerly uptight and always on the verge of arguing, titty fucking himself in broad daylight and laughing like a moron snatched him fully to reality.

“O.M.Geee! Amir, like, yay! Where have you been?” Neil’s voice had never been deep, but it had always contained a sort of rough edge, like he was moments away from shouting. But now it was airy and empty, Loud but soft, like it couldn’t ever be angry or sad. “Where have you been?” “The spa!” Neil licked his lips lasciviously to the delight of the older men. Neil giggled in response as one of them groped his pecs aggressively.

“What happened to you?”

“Umm, I dunno. Radden set me up with some super fun treatments! Because, like, he said I was being so fun and he wanted me to have fun!”

“Listen Neil, something-”

“Niko, Radden wants me to go by Niko now! Isn’t that, like, so fucking cute!” Yes, it was fucking cute. This version of Neil was halfway between adorable and cum-on-sight-able. His now long hair was unnaturally blond and voluminous. The face was the same, just prettier somehow: the cheekbones a bit stronger, the jaw a bit more defined, the eyes a touch wider. The body, on the other hand, was absolutely astounding. It wasn’t even like Neil had improved. No, this titan’s body looked like a gymnast on steroids. The waist was minuscule, the pecs bobbled out in front of his body like floating balloons. His thighs were thick and veiny, seemingly like they should move mountains as he marched, but instead slipped over each other with dainty precision.

“Listen, Neil-“

“Niko, baaaabes!” Even the correction has such an air of passive joy that Amir almost forgot what he was saying.

“Niko,” Amir continued, the name slipping through gritted lips though it tasted like silk as he said it. It felt good to say. Calming and soothing. Fun. “But like, Niko… what happened?”

“When?” He bounced his pecs obliviously while sipping on a neon green drink with a curly emerald straw.

“When you, umm…. With Radden?”

“Oh!” Niko's voice perked up when Amir said his name and he couldn’t help but notice a stiffening in Niko's speedo. “Yeah we, like, talked. I told him I wanted to be hot. And he helped! He is sooooo sweet!” Niko giggled, like schoolgirl giggled, and then grabbed Amir’s hand and placed it on the curve of his pec right over his nipple. And then bounced them happily, causing Amir’s fingers to rub over his nipple as Niko’s eyes rolled back into his head.

Amir was taken aback. He and his friends were many things, but not sexually active with each other. It seemed gauche. And many a queer groups had broken up over break ups and jealousy and hook-ups. But the most shocking thing about it was how not Neil’s type Amir had ever been. Neil liked guys who looked like they walked off the cover of a fitness magazine, plastic sheen and all. But now, here he was, forcing him to rub his nipples while making orgasm faces with no shame or embarrassment.

It was hot. So fucking hot. And for a brief moment, that hotness was all consuming.

But then Radden arrived. Somehow, Niko became even bubblier, his sexual aura spiking to eleven as he ran and jumped into the much taller man’s arms and proceeded to make out like two guys in a porno. Again, soooo hot. But then Amir remembered Jai and wondered how he’d feel. But there he was, another pink speedo covering his essentials and pink sunglasses over his eyes. He had a snotty smirk on his face as he sauntered up, drawing the hungry eyes of men nearby.

“Listen slut,” Jai commanded. The pair stopped kissing but Radden still held Niko, whose arms and legs were coiled around Radden’s body. “I’m the boyfriend. You’re just a side piece, got it.”

“Babe, that’s, like, soooo hot!” Niko might have twirled his hair if his hands were free. Jai looked satisfied at the response.

“I’m the queen bee. You’re just a fun, dumb fuck doll. Fun and dumb,” Jai’s words had all the venom of a teen queen.

“And I need to be filled with cum!” Niko responded obliviously. Jai just laughed and agreed. 

“I need a refill. We’re going,” Jai ordered Niko, who nodded like a golden retriever. He took one last gooey kiss from a satisfied Radden before bending over backwards, his legs still around Radden’s waist, and then performing a backwards handspring to right himself. Radden swatted his ass as Jai grabbed his hand and pulled him away. They minced towards the bar together, swishing their hips to show off the prime real estate to the pleasure of everyone watching.

A smug Radden wiped his face and watched lecherously as the two sauntered off. Amir, on the other hand, immediately turned and hustled the other direction. He slipped past a trio of bangable bros in tight suits who were playfully grabbing at each other’s crotches. Through the lobby, past the shops, swiping his bracelet for the elevator and immediately heading upstairs to his room.

Weird things were going on in his head. Things and thoughts that didn’t make any sense. Watching Nei-Niko… Niko make out with Radden was weird, right? Radden was Jai’s boyfriend. But Jai didn’t care. Maybe they had an open relationship? That would at least make sense. His brain kept dancing around the actual questions he wanted to think: what the hell had happened to Neiko. Neiko. Ne-ne-Niko.

Ugh, it made his head hurt. Surely, the booze didn’t help. Nor did the sun, the workouts, the protein, the long nights and endless debauchery. He felt very lightheaded and not like he had the previous days. His head felt dizzy and uncomfortable, not the effervescent fluffiness that had been slowly turning his brain into cotton candy. He felt like vomiting or maybe passing out, but then a very strong set of arms wrapped themselves around him and pulled him into a muscular body so tightly he almost gagged on the scent of Armani cologne.

“Feeling alright, doll? You ran away so quickly, I knew I needed to come check on you,” Radden whispered in his ears. Amir couldn't tell if he wanted to push off or snuggle in. He settled for doing neither, simply looking up to stare into his wondrous eyes. He reached down and cupped Amir’s face like Hamlet holding a skull. “You are so very pretty. You know that, right? All three of you, honestly. You just need a little touch up.”

Amir wanted to fight back, to squirm and pull away, but he also wanted to sink into Radden’s eyes and voice and just let himself dive into his muscled body like some romance novel slut.

“Jai had those pretty, pretty lips that just NEED to be on a dick. And Niko, well, those pecs are the stuff of dreams and now he can live out his fantasies of being a cum whore in peace. But you, you dear, sweet, Amir, you have a glorious ass. And I bet a pretty pink hole under there that is just quivering to take me.”

Amir bit his lips and looked at Radden with eyes made of melting butter.

“You’re going to look so hot taking my cock and squealing like the little whore I know is inside you.”

“But first,” Radden pushed Amir back, analyzing him coldly. “You need to get some work.” Amir tried to speak up but Radden shoved a thick finger in his mouth, silencing him. “Nothing major, nothing you don’t want. Just a hot body, bigger muscles, really turn that ass into a work of art. And tousle the hair, fill the lips, you know I think a big bottom looks great with a bit of a pelvic tilt. Not too much, don’t want to ruin a prize bull. But you’ve got those beautiful features and some bronzer wouldn’t hurt. No, no, Daddy’s got it all worked out. You just need to hit up the spa starting tomorrow.”

Amir didn’t speak, lips sucking on Radden’s finger in surprising delight. He tasted salty and musky and his brain couldn’t help but obsess over what his cock would taste like.

“It’ll take a few days, you know. But don’t worry. I’ll be keeping an eye on you. And your friends won’t even notice you’re away. After all, they’re just dumb cumsluts now. Don’t you think that’s so hot?”

There wasn’t room for disagreement. Amir just nodded, eyes wide as he stared into Radden’s brown orbs.

“Good. Remember, Daddy knows best. And starting tomorrow, you’re gonna do what Daddy says.” He ruffled Amir’s hair affectionately and pulled his finger out of Amir's mouth with a loud pop. “Now, get some rest. Tomorrow’s a big day, beautiful.” Amir’s brain felt mushy and odd, like the grey matter burst into rainbows and glitter that made it impossible to do anything other than smile and nod. He stripped off his wayward bathing suit and threw himself into the plush comforts of his bed with nary a thought in his head.

—--

Amir awoke to a pair of gorgeous men in tight, white uniforms knocking on his door, offering him a fluffy robe and slippers, before ushering him down the service elevator straight into the spa. The air smelled like honeysuckle and buttercream while an army of men of all shapes, colors, and ethnicities kept busy tending to their work.

He stripped at a locker before being directed to a sauna where he spent a few minutes soaking in the heat before being put under a cold shower and then moved to a steam room filled with overpowering oils. His body was scrubbed, then he swapped between hot and cold tubs before returning to a massage table where a man of unknowable ethnicity treated his body like unmolded clay and pushed and prodded his muscles into a new shape. Then facials and more scrubs, microneedles embedded into his face, and then a man who looked like a circus strongman pulled and twisted his hips in strange ways that made his back pop constantly.

He spent most of it wearing noise cancelling headphones that played soothing chants backed by repetitive static. The only interruption came when he was given orders: turn over, stand up, sit down. No one ever explained what was happening, only what to do. Which was fine with him. He felt an overwhelming calm echoing around inside his skull, making it feel as though his brain wasn’t present at all.

The day ended with Amir strapped down on a table while a collection of long needles were inserted throughout his body, along the edge of every major muscle group. And then they began pulsing. Tingly, nearly painful, waves of electricity spasmed through his body, each moment feeling like he’d just worked out his muscles to their fullest, only to immediately be forced back into the exercise at a higher weight or greater intensity. All the while, he could do nothing except twitch and drool as the physical exertion overpowered what little remained of his brainpower.

Before he knew it, he was again wearing a robe and slippers, consuming recovery beverages the texture of mucus, as the techs took measurements and prepared him for tomorrow. He stood up dizzily and was gently escorted back to his room by hypervigilant attendants.

The process repeated over several days. New treatments were introduced. Sterilized needles were inserted into his lips and along his jaw and chin that injected strange, stiff gels that made him feel like he’d been stung by a bee. His hair was wrapped in foil and subjected to treatments under an old fashioned hair dryer while he was allowed to watch porn videos of hot guys looking rapturous as they got railed by older men.

Soon the massages were followed by waxing, where each tiny little follicle of hair anywhere below his neckline was evicted from his body with resounding glee from a babyfaced technician with red hair spiked sky high. The muscle twitch needles followed again, sending larger and larger pulses of electricity through every inch of fiber in his body, thrusting his pecs and pulling his lats and crunching his abdominals over and over again. It hurt tremendously, but like a gym burn, like he’d just exceed his limits and immediately set new, higher goals. The needle placement slowly changed, further apart as he muscles responded to the stimuli and sustenance, as they grew into a bulky, masculine form like a gymnast in his prime. Those sessions were always followed by intense stretching where his legs were slowly pressed into perfectly straight lines, front to back, side to side, and over his head.

The back popper happened more frequently, moving up and down his spine, seeming to snap things into place. It kept feeling deeper, like the change happened further inside the spine, altering his stance outright. He began spending extra time right at his hips, pushing his buttocks back and forth in a small thrusting motion. His thumbs remained firmly pressed against Amir’s butthole the entire time, creating a not unpleasant sensation throughout the process.

The chanting began forming into words. Fun words. Things that made him want to have fun. To be fun. To not worry or think or stress. Instead, he focused on how good it felt to be pretty, to wear pretty clothes, to make men horny just by looking at you. God, he wanted men to get hard just seeing him! Wouldn’t that be the life, to be so fucking sexy that hot guys just threw themselves at him? And he’d want them all. Want to take them all. Want to be filled by their hard rods past the point of sanity, until he was just a writhing and moaning mass of muscles and rainbows.

He was constantly hard. And leaking. And harder muscles made his brain leak, too. Pesky thoughts and fears just drained out as his personality got polished and shined and plasticized. Nothing deep, nothing interesting. Surface. Hot. Fun. Dumb.

—--

Time became meaningless. His days were just cycles of being tended to in one way or another. It felt right. It felt like what he deserved. Another massage, some lotion, hair styling, and then suddenly things changed. The attendants took him to a large room with a circular multi-panel mirror. Andd he saw himself for the first time.

He was GORGEOUS!

Every inch of his dark skin, denuded of hair, now shone in amber brilliance, luminescent, obviously artificial, and perfectly smooth. No human on earth naturally had this color. It was a testament to tanning and skincare, a proclamation that the person who cultivated this amber glaze obsessed over their physical appearance on a level most people could only dream of.

Amir’s face had been cute, charming even, in the right lighting. But now it would stop traffic. His cheekbones rode high and wide on his formerly blocky face, giving it some harsh angularity that put runway models to shame. His lips were fuller, pinker, and hung ever so slightly open, a constant seductive pout. Bushy brows had been plucked and laminated into dark blades, inviting people to stare into his wider eyes whose brown color looked a bit lighter now, woodier with fantasies of forest greens amidst the bark. And on top of it all was bleach blond, pure white hair, mostly swept back but a few loose curls dangled just above his left eye.

But that was just the start. Amir’s body, previously thick and slightly flabby and devoid of any visible muscle, now shamed Apollo. His lats spread wider than his chest, reshaping him into a stunning male hourglass, thick, wide shoulders that cascaded into meaty pecs before tightening into hearty, natural abs– the kind of abs that existed for more than vanity, they suggested that he could bend or twirl into positions unimaginable by an average man.

All of that was nothing. Below his abs, his body ballooned out into the most delicious, curvy, round, perky, prominent, aggressively sexual ass he’d ever seen. This ass wasn’t a dumptruck, it was a fucking pickup truck because men would be riding in the back constantly! It was perfect! Huge and high and muscular with just the perfect level of fleshy bouncy that shook and wiggled with every step. It belonged on the Mount Rushmore of asses, a thing of such phenomenal beauty it just begged to be used.

And the thought of being used, of being fucked until dawn by some aggressive mega-dicked top with the stamina of a breeding ox just filled him with such passion, such lust, he couldn’t help but bite his lips like a vixen hoping to entice men. He wanted, no he needed, to be seen. Not as a person but as a sexual object. 

God it made him feel so hot.

He stood, utterly transfixed by the myriad of flawless reflections that cooed back at him with ravenous, sexual hunger in their eyes. His hips tilted forward slightly, a little curve in his lower back, that caused his ass to jut out a bit further, a bit higher, a bit more enticing, like a fleshy bait to lure cocks to his hole. Never, in his life, had he stood in front of a mirror totally naked and felt nothing but admiration for the form before him. It had no flaws, no worries. There was nothing to improve. He looked like an Olympic gymnast with a great plastic surgeon who made millions of dollars on OnlyFans doing nothing more than exposing his body and offering sultry looks.

“Well, well, well,” the deep, breathy words came from behind Amir. He turned to see Radden, in a leopard print Versace speedo and a delicate linen button down left open to show off his pecs and abs, clapping softly as he admired Amir’s new form. “You look perfect,” he purred. Amir might have blushed, but instead he just posed, pushing out his glutes more and puffing up his lips as though offering a kiss. Radden strut over, the leopard print covered package bounding from side to side in a mouth watering and hole wetting display. Amir looked up expectantly as he approached, eager for more approval.

Radden didn’t say more, he just took in the sight of Amir’s altered form, playing with the curls in his hair and patting his muscles as though inspecting a product. He cupped Amir’s balls with one hand, gliding his fingers across their newfound smoothness in gentle appreciation. His other hand nestled up inside Amir’s gigantic booty until one finger was firmly planted on his butthole. Amir bit his lip and released a lush, porny moan that he would never, ever have made before. But now it slipped out as naturally as blinking.

“Good boy,” he whispered erotically into Amir’s ear. Amir whimpered submissively in response and then his face twisted into a lustful smirk as he began rolling his butt, slowly snaking Radden’s finger inside his hole. Radden let him continue for a few moments, proudly baring down on his latest conquest before pulling off as Amir released a squeaky whine.

“Not yet,” Radden put a finger over Amir’s lips. “We still have work to do. Now,” he turned the technicians with dispassionate professionalism. “Is everything as ordered?”

They confirmed, laying out a list of detailed improvements Radden had commanded: lips, cheeks, muscles, glutes, brain, personality. Amir just stood silently, not paying attention, as the details of his own transformation were laid bare. He did catch a few words, specific measurement of pelvic tilt, gluteal curvature, reformatted personality type. But none of that was very interesting. Radden, looking so serious and business-like, was more fun to watch. Despite being dressed in a showy speedo, he still commanded the room and the men in it like a ruthless CEO acquiring a rival company. Amir got hard again.

“Now that that’s settled,” Radden returned his attention to Amir. His voice dropped the harsh tones he’d addressed the help with and adopted the cloyingly sweet tones he used talking to his boytoys. “We just have a few more things to do, okay baby?” Amir was given a collection of jewelry, a turtle embossed bracelet, a dainty little silver chain, and a tiny stud in his nose. With grandiose flourish, as though introducing this season's debutante, he produced a tiny pair of baby blue fabric with a Grecian design on it. The Versace swim briefs from earlier. Amir clapped giddily and reached for them, but Radden shushed him and insisted on dressing him like a doll. He stepped into the swimsuit and Radden slid the tight fabric over his smoothed and enlarged legs, forced it backwards over the luscious rump of his titanic ass and pressed his cock and balls downwards as he allowed the waistband of the suit to snap around his tiny waist.

Amir creamed himself immediately.

“Now that’s my beautiful boy,” Radden cooed. “Oh, and one final note. Since you are such a good boy, aren’t you?” Amir nodded eagerly. “See, you’re almost perfect now, so pretty, so stupid, so obsessed with cock and cum that you’ll treat your body like a holy temple dedicated to the pleasures of homosexuality. And that temple deserves a good name, doesn’t it? Not Amir. That’s so boring, so lame. You wanna be fun and simple and stupid and hot, right doll?”

Ami was so hard, despite having just cum, that not a single drop of blood was pumping to his brain. His vision blurred and a bystander could almost hear the whirring clink of broken joints as Amir’s mind stopped and slowed and ceased. His face nodded in agreement.

“Good, cause I think it would be soooo hot if you were named Rio. R-I-O. Fun, right?” Sparkles, rainbows, a sun exploding into atoms, nothing could quite explain exactly what happened inside his head at that moment. Only that the words broke something, or rather fixed something, permanently.

“Tell me your name,” Radden’s command was strong but seductive, a dom coming home to roost.

“I’m Rio!” Sparkles, rainbows, cotton candy exploded inside his head.

“Again.” “I’m Rio!” Sweet, charming, hyper sexual, and completely and utterly devoted. Rio, freed from Amir and his body and brain, shifted just a bit. A bit cockier, looser, gaining full comfort in his new form and function like a prisoner freed from shackles and now standing upright.

Radden walked next to Rio and grabbed his glutes aggressively. Rio forced them back into his hand with a subtle moan. Radden slapped his glutes and watched them jiggle.

“Now, we’re gonna go back to the room and you’re gonna show me that pretty hole I paid for. And I’m gonna fuck you so hard that anything left behind in that pretty head of yours is gonna melt. I’m gonna turn your hole into a cavern. My cock is going to become your God and salvation.” Rio’s eyes fluttered and his heart raced at the promise of a good fucking. He needed it, like fundamentally needed it, as much as he needed water and food. Without another word, Radden slipped the D&G sunglasses over Rio’s eyes. The perfect finishing touch for a trophy.

Radden’s hand pawing as his newfound ass, Rio paraded through the main lobby like a hero from war. He could tell people were looking at him, knew they were devouring his ass with their eyes, knew they were envying Radden’s huge hand on his bulbous mound. It felt fucking great.

They were both hard and leaking by the time they got the room. Briefs were stripped off unceremoniously, though Radden didn’t bother taking off his shirt. He hoisted Rio up and fireman’s carried him into the master suite. Rio didn’t spend a second taking in the massive luxury of the room, superior to the practically pitiful room he had by comparison. His entire brain focused on the massive erection riding up from Radden, the purple head bobbing several inches above his bellybutton and dripping with semen.

Unceremoniously, he flipped Rio on his back and pushed his legs over his head, forcing them straight and insisted he keep the toes pointed. All the body reshaping Rio had undergone meant that it was completely natural. Radden admired the hole, praising its color and shape, and then with brutal efficiency, plunged his hard cock inside.

There was nothing romantic about the sex, no emotions, just need. Rio wasn’t his boyfriend after all; he was just a hole. And Radden pistoned in and out of him like a beast releasing years of pent up aggression as only sex can. For Rio it was more sparkles and rainbows. A cock, a huge cock, thrusting inside of him and treating his body like a fleshlight was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. He didn’t touch his own dick. He didn’t need to. His prostate was what mattered now; the top’s cock is what mattered now. He’d cum when they did, once they dumped their thick loads inside him and left him sweaty and leaky and ready for more. Rio would always be up for round two. And round three.

It ended quickly but ferociously, with Radden releasing a primal cry into the sky, veins bulging across his neck as the spasming rod inside Rio sent them both into orgasmic bliss. Rio’s own cock blasted out and launched his cum directly into his mouth. He let out a stilted moan as he slurped down his own cum with glee.

—--

Everything was soooo much more fun now. The boytoys got up, worked out, looked hot, and tended to Radden’s sexual needs. Otherwise, they did whatever they wanted. They’d flirt with other hot himbos or rich old men. They got shitfaced drunk and grinded their sweaty bodies on dance floors. The trio even ended up in a gymnastics contest, donning leotards and doing flips and cartwheels with relative ease, although their exaggerated physiques kept them slightly off balance.

Radden kept them color coded for convenience: pink for Jai, green for Niko, blue for Rio. Everyday he picked out matching swimsuits with flashy designer labels prominent and loud. Rio’s collection of high-end sunglasses grew daily as Radden shopped with him, happily choosing the perfect pair for his newest toy.

They still had the spa daily, though now the whole foursome went together and got their facials and massages. Jai still sucked Radden dry after a good massage, but Niko was on hand for a tit fucking while Rio kept his bussy clean and lubed just in case Radden needed to blow off some steam. And of course, any other guy who caught his fancy. Rio’s sex drive had turned from mild to insatiable. He LOVED it. But he never felt satisfied. Within minutes, he’d be ready to search for another dick, another load, another guy to flirt and flounce with.

Rio was hot as fuck, horny as hell, dumb as a rock, and could not have been any happier.

They’d have to leave soon, unfortunately. Rio briefly thought about his passport, what had happened to it, but that thought soon dissolved into nothingness. Radden would take care of anything important. His purpose wasn’t to stress or worry. That was for ugly people. Himbos like him were supposed to be hot, fun, horny, and available. And he loved it.

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Hiii!! If you’re willing, could u maybe do mc (preferably fem but gn is okay too!) with a very strong southern accent? Like how would the brothers + side characters react to it?

Thank you in advance I love your writing pookie 😽🫶🏻

Hellooo, thank you! I appreciate your compliment and the request. I also apologize for taking so long but I had a hard time and just didn't feel like writing. ALSO thank youuu SOOO much for 100 follows guys♡♡

[} MC with a southern accent {]

How would the brothers and the side characters act around a MC who has a very strong southern accent?

Genre: fluff, headcanons, the MC can be read as fem but I put no pronouns in other than 'you'.

Lucifer:

• He likes your accent very much, he think it makes you all the more unique. While he himself doesn't have much expirience with this kind of accent, he will learn and ask if he is curious about anything. Also, he won't tolerate anyone making fun of it so anyone who wishes to make you uncomfortable will have to go through him first.

Mammon:

• Mamms is the type of guy to laugh at it at first, like the tsundere he is he won't admit he likes it. You woke up a thing for accents he didn't know he had. Sometimes when he's on his own, you'll catch him try to (poorly) recreate your way of talking, earning him a laugh from you while he blushes and says not to judge him.

Leviathan:

• Levi is curious, many characters in his games or shows have various accents so he's interested to get to know yours. He could hear you talk for hours. He swears you're talking exactly like they do in *unrepeatable anime name*! He's a fan and he will definitely ask you shyly to teach him the accent aswell. He WILL struggle a lot but he gets ahold of it... eventually.

Satan:

• He has seen and heard people with a southern accent before but yours is particulary strong. He's also interested in hearing more of it. The longer you guys know eachother the more used to it he will become and he will want to know about the place you come from and your traditions. Also, he 100% will ask you to read to him often just so he can hear you speak.

Asmodeus:

• Asmo believes that uniqueness is beauty and when he hears you for the first time ever, he can't help but just be smitten with the way you carry yourself. You might find him annoying with the way how much he's on you asking you to say a bunch of stuff for him. What can he do? You sound so good!

Beelzebub:

• Beel cannot explain it but the way you talk and the way you carry yourself gives him a strange sense of comfort. He would never mock you or anything, he wouldn't dream of it. You care for him and he cares for you and that also means taking care of anyone who laughs at you. That just won't do. As long as he's watching you, people are only allowed to laugh with you.

Belphegor:

• Heh you're talking weird. He will definitely giggle to himself a little for some time before you lecture him that it's rude and that you don't appreciate him making fun of the way you've been speaking your whole life and you could swear you saw his eyes shine a bit more that moment. Truth is, he just wants your attention, he doesn't really think it's funny or ugly, just different.

Diavolo:

• He is fascinated. Ever since he was young he was eager and curious to discover all sorts of new things and your accent is one of them. He cannot say he knows the human world well, he spent half of his life (if not more) behind castle walls so it's natural he's very pleased with seeing or hearing something new. He thinks your way of talking is very kind to the ear and he enjoys himself when you talk a lot during your tea sessions.

Barbatos:

• Naturally he's heard this kind of accent before. This man knows everything, you swear. During the millenia he was alive he got to know many accents and he can say yours is his favorite. He thinks it's cute and attractive. Surprisingly, he likes it when you rant to him, it just amazes him how you talk so smoothly.

Simeon:

• Simeon is positively surprised when he hears you. How about that! He didn't really think about the possibility of the human exchange student having a strong accent since everyone he interracts with has rather little to none. So, if you see a character with the same accent as yours in his new book, no you didn't. He can't help it, you inspire him! You might be surprised at how accurately written it is (he don't play).

Solomon:

• As the only human in the exchange program aside from you, he is of course well acquainted with the southern accent. He himself still, to this day has some remainings of an arabic accent in his speech so you two bond on that. He shares his accent and you share yours and that way you teach eachother how to talk like the other person. Then the rest is surprised why all of a sudden Solomon starts talking like MC..

Note: sorry that these are shorter than usual but I didn't have many ideas on how I could approach this topic though I hope I did the request justice. And as always feel welcome to request more things! ♡♡

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˚｡⋆୨Binding Ties୧˚⋆ ˚

୨୧Pairing: Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader ୨୧Summary: You stumble upon an innocent tiktok trend and decided to playfully try it out. Making use of Abby's biceps in a more, playful way. But the interactions slowly take on a more intimate tone. ୨୧Word Count: 1k❀˖° ୨୧Content: MEN DNI, slightly 16+, stablished relationship, Abby's muscles, biceps, ribbons, that on tiktok trend, suggestive at the end

Abby sat on her bed, her back propped up by a stack of pillows as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone. The soft sound of music drifted through the room from her laptop, which was balancing precariously on the edge of the nearby dresser. Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Abby set her phone aside and called out, “Come in.” The door creaked open, and you peeked your head into the room, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Abby’s gaze lifted to meet yours, a warm welcome lit up on her features.  “Hey,” she greeted, patting the space next to her on the bed. “Come sit.” You walked over and settled onto the bed beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. Abby’s arm slid around your shoulder, pulling you closer as she continued to lazily scroll on her phone.  She sighed contentedly, her fingers absentmindedly toying with a loose thread on the hem of your sleeve. For a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the gentle sounds of your breathing and the soft music still playing in the background. “What are you looking at?” you asked curiously, peeking over at Abby’s phone in her hand. Abby shrugged, her eyes never leaving the tiny screen, “just scrolling through some stuff,” she replied vaguely, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that Abby always had a habit of being somewhat evasive when it came to her online habits. “Anything interesting?” you inquired, even though deep down you suspected you probably wouldn’t get a straight answer. Abby hummed noncommittally, scrolling idly for a few more moments, before finally flicking off her phone and setting it aside. “Nah,” she answered, turning to face you. “Just the usual stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow skeptically, but didn’t press the issue further. Abby was notoriously secretive about her online life, and you had learned long ago not to try to pry too much.

You decided to shift the topic, “Hey, have you seen that new tiktok trend?” you asked suddenly, remembering something that you had come across earlier in the day.

Abby raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Uh, which one?” she asked, propping herself up on one elbow and giving you her full attention. 

“You know, that one where people tie a ribbon around their partner’s biceps?” you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “I saw it earlier, and it looks pretty cute.”

Abby’s expression grew amused as she caught on to what you were hinting at. She smirked and rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, really?’ she drawled, raising an eyebrow. “And you want to try it out?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, but Abby could tell that you were secretly hoping she'd say yes. “It could be fun,” you said innocently, toying with the edge of the blanket on the bed. 

Abby pretended to consider it for a moment before finally caving in. “Alright, alright,” she said, unable to resist your little nonchalant attitude. “But you’re fetching the ribbon.”

You grinned victoriously and immediately hopped up from the bed, racing over to Abby’s dresser where you knew she kept her craft supplies. After rummaging through the drawers for a moment, you finally found a roll of pink ribbon hidden amongst the miscellaneous items.

You held it up triumphantly, brandishing it like a trophy, "Found it!”

Abby couldn’t help but laugh at your enthusiasm, “Alright, bring it over here,” she said, patting the bed next to her. You practically skipped back over to her; the ribbon clutched tightly in your hand.

You settled back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged next to Abby. She held out her arm, offering you, her bicep. “Go on then,” she encouraged, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.

You began to wind the ribbon around her bicep; taking care to ensure it was snug but not too tight. Every so often, your fingers would brush against her skin, sending goosebumps racing across her flesh. Abby tried to stay still, but she couldn’t help but shiver under your touch.

Once the ribbon was securely tied, in a neat little bow, you sat back and admired your handiwork. The pink ribbon contrasted nicely against Abby’s skin, hugging the contours of her bicep perfectly. Abby flexed her arm, testing the tension of the ribbon. 

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Abby’s biceps were toned and defined, the result of years spent playing various sports and engaging in regular strength training. The pink ribbon, tied snuggly around her arm, only served to highlight the muscular curves. Every time she flexed. The ribbon hugged her skin taut, accentuating the strength beneath.

You couldn’t help but admire the way the ribbon accented Abby’s bicep, the soft pink against her skin creating a striking image. You reached out, gently running your fingers along the fabric, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Abby chuckled softly, noticing your infatuation. 

“You like what you see?” she teased, flexing her arm again just to watch your reaction. You blushed slightly, caught admiring her physique, but couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

You swallowed thickly, trying to find your voice. “Yeah,” you admitted, clearing your throat. “It looks…good.”

Abby smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on you. “Just good?” she taunted, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright, more than good,” you amended, your cheeks heating up even more. Abby laughed, clearly reveling in the opportunity to tease you. She shifted slightly, turning towards you and flexed her bicep right in your face.

The pink ribbon seemed to stand out even more, drawing your gaze directly to the firm muscle beneath it. Your fingers itched to touch, and you had to force yourself to sit on your hands to resist the urge. Abby noticed the struggle, her smirk growing wider with satisfaction.

“You know,” she said shyly, her voice low and sultry, “You’re welcome to touch.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet Abby’s, your heart skipping a beat at her words. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was simply teasing or if she was serious. But the look in her eyes told you that she meant it.

Abby leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “And if you ask nicely,” she murmured, her gaze roaming over your blushing face, “I might even let you tie a ribbon around something else.”

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[thesizeofyoursoul]

If this is of any help at all (not saying you can't be skeptical and cautious, because I am):

Apparently, what they are filming are Auvergne and present scenes (most of Armand's moments on TVL happens in Paris/the 1700s).

Rolin has said he doesn't want to make stereotypical villains. He specifically talked about having a long plan for Armand and wanting people to empathize with him.

Armand, Lestat and Louis reconnect on TQOTD. These are literally quotes from some of the last volumes of TVC: "I brought Louis and Benji and Sybelle here. I insisted on it. And Antoine is now a vital part of us. I love Antoine. Benji and Sybelle love him too (Armand to Gregory)", "I wanted to say we all love one another. We all have to love one another. If you and I and Louis don’t love one another after all we’ve been through, well, then all our powers mean nothing, and our dreams mean nothing, and so we have to love one another (Lestat to Armand)."

Rolin let Assad know he was auditioning for a big role and told him Armand's story before he even got the part.

Rolin let Assad share his thoughts and have some level of input on Armand's arc.

Rolin had Assad looking at some of the editing process.

Rolin said there were 4 things Assad asked. He didn't specify if he followed all of his wishes, but he did say he Assad was right about them and used plural. So I'm assuming he went with his ideas at least 2/4 of those times.

Rolin gave him advice and told Assad to just go and have fun on his first day. I suspect Assad must've been insecure and Rolin made sure he was okay and encouraged him.

Assad still likes stuff about the show, posts photos with cast members, mentions them, likes their content, and shared a picture with a The Vampire Armand shirt, thanking the fans a few days ago. It doesn't seem like he wants to distance himself from the series or has hard feelings about it.

From what I've seen on the fandom survey and heard from fans, Armand has always been popular. The number of fanfictions on AO3 and fanart prove that as well.

Last year, Assad was the most popular actor from the show on Tumblr. People really love both the character and the actor.

Armand is one of the most important characters on the novels, he appears on most volumes along with Louis and Lestat, has his own book and close relationships with all the other regular characters on the series (Louis, Lestat, and Daniel). Other people like Gabrielle or David don't have their own book or deep relationships with some of these characters. Armand is the only one who is tied to all three of them: Louis, Lestat, and Daniel. You can never sideline him, reduce him to just a villain, love interest, ally, or write him off if you want to adapt the chronicles properly.

Again I'm not saying you can't be worried, you should because there have been many problems lately and we it's better to avoid further disappointment. But there are still reasons to have some hope and be carefully optimistic. Just posting it for anybody who may need it. 💗

[peachblossomfire]

Astro Stuff I wish I knew as a Beginner

1.Not all "astro observation" posts are created equal: You'll find many of them floating around tumblr, and though they are quite aesthetic to look at, not all of them are observations by definition. I've read some points in those posts that I have seen in real life, but a lot of them relate to the PERSONAL experience of the astrologer, and may not be relevant to you.

Example: opinions on scorpios. I've seen everything from people characterizing them as sexy and vindictive to emo and loyal. Not every post is worth your time. One person's scorpio ain't another person's scorpio. And who says they can't be both?

2. Stereotypes: This one gets old very quickly. By the time you read your hundredth post describing Aries as simply "fiery" and Pisces as simply "dreamy" you'll quickly realize surface level 'pop' astrology, while FUN to read, pales in comparison to real life analysis of how these placements work in relation to an actual environment, the person's life experiences and their chart.

Example: Aries sun vs Aries moon, two VERY different expressions of Aries energy. Chart positions; An Aries sun in the seventh house does not behave like an Aries sun in the third house(though you will find common patterns), Aspects to that placement that challenge and change how that energy is expressed through.

Also!!! People don't always react the same way every single time. Context matters dude.

3. "Bad" and "Worst" Placements: You'll see a lot of posts like "why ____ is the WORST placement" or "why you'll have bad luck if you have _____" and the biggest offender of all, "Saturn is scary" type of posts. FIRST OF ALL, I don't believe in being afraid of one's own placements. It's quite the self-defeating prophecy.

SECOND OF ALL, Saturn is only truly shitty if you perceive it as a scary party pooper oppressive force. Saturn is, in fact, an incredible planet if you learn the lesson it is trying to teach. Jupiter may give you all the riches in the world, but Saturn will make sure you MAINTAIN it. And true knowledge is worth its weight in gold.

You can avoid all the lessons in life, take every cheat code and shortcut. But Time is the great Equalizer. The athlete that wins the race by taking steroids and drugs will be feeling different when his kidneys eventually give out.

And the athlete that actually did the painful work of working out will be feeling different when he outlives his opponent due to good health and wins the race by his own merit.

4. CHARTS: I don't know if anyone else had this issue, but while shifting from placidus to whole sign, all my planets shift into the next house, which becomes very confusing because it completely changes the story and meanings of that chart. I recommend reading both interpretations and choosing one which you truly resonate with. Astrologers and astro sites use different chart types.

5. Potential: Every chart contains the potential of that individual to be their best, their average, or their worst. There is no "I'll be like this forever" because a. the only thing forever is the fact that nothing is forever and b. it can be difficult to perceive your progress and change when you're ACTUALLY LIVING IT. There was a quote that went "Life can only be lived forwards but understood backwards" or something like that.(please reblog this with the actual quote if you guys found it)

6. Space Racism: Lets always remember this folks; Your zodiac sign is not an excuse to be a shitty person. And vice versa; You shouldn't be shitty to someone because of their zodiac sign. Anybody who goes "oh my god I don't like you 'cause you're a libra" is just giving this really interesting subject such a bad rep. Tell that person they're "being such an asparagus right now" to infuriate them and move on.

Don't hate someone 'cause of some constellation in the sky, understand why you dislike them based on real-world behavior and actions.

Okay, mention if I missed anything or if there's something I'm wrong about. I'm learning all this just like you guys, and would appreciate it if I'm going off course.

Also, saturn is much deeper than what i mentioned earlier, but the point was not to fear planets like they are out to get you.

[fromiftowhen]

Hey! Do you have any headcanons on interactions between Abbot and Mel? Nothing romantic but I kinda see them as fatherly/daughter ish or Mentor/Mentee and I’ve noticed it’s rare seeing stuff about these two 🤷‍♀️

Thanks for the question anon! Headcanon questions like this (and fun anon asks in general) are one of my favorite parts of fandom, so please never hesitate to ask whatever!

I had a lot of fun actually writing some (very tiny, more references than anything else) Mel and Abbot interaction in the whole world is sleeping and I think they could have a really interesting dynamic.

Some headcanons (not romantic, because I don't see it that way either) —

At first, Mel is intimidated by Abbot, which I think is kinda the norm for new people in the ED. She goes to whatever senior resident is available before bugging him, but then he's the only attending available when a complicated procedure has to be done immediately and he talks her through it in a way that really clicks for her, doesn't make her nervous or feel like she should already know the procedure or whatever. Just explains it matter of factly and in kind of a funny way that she actually immediately gets.

They talk about his military service a little, once they get to know each other more. He's reserved about it, but not unwilling to talk about it. She tells him her dad was in the military and they moved a lot when she and Becca were young. She tells him the constant moving contributed heavily to her parent's divorce, because the unpredictability was just too tough for Becca, and it was the final straw for her mom (amongst a lot of other stuff that Mel wouldn't realize until she was older.) Abbot tells her about his first save as a medic, when a case hits kind of close to it, and a few months later, he tells her about his worst loss as a medic, and she cries but he doesn't.

She likes that he occasionally writes letters to patients families. He doesn't do it often, but when something really tugs at him. She has a rough case, a bad loss, late on night shift, and he silently hands her a pen and a piece of paper he steals from a nearby printer. She writes two letters - one for the family of the patient, and one for herself, because sometimes it's easier to work through her thoughts on paper. She lets Abbot read both, even though she knows he'd never ask.

He buys her a candy bar from the vending machine when she's dragging one night, just plops it down in front of her while she's staring at a patient chart. Nods his head as she tells him thank you as he's already walking away. (It's a Nestle Crunch bar, which feels like an old man choice, and kinda reminds her of her dad, and it's delicious.)

He writes her a letter of recommendation for a peds ED fellowship, which she didn't ask for and didn't really even realize he already knew about. (He tends to know all the gossip before most anyone else, which is a skill Mel envies but doesn't really want to learn.) He tapes it to her locker at the end of their shift, his tidy handwriting on a post-it on the envelope, but no signature. "You're a good doctor, King. You're excellent with kids. Job's yours for the taking if I have any say in it."

He's the third person she tells when she gets the fellowship (after Becca and Frank) and he grins and asks if he can hug her, and when she nods, he whispers, "you're gonna kick ass, kid," and she carries the feeling all throughout her shift.

[throatgoatgeto]

°•°☆WELCOME TO MY PADDED CELL!!! ☆°•°

(image from pinterest lol)

hi!! my name is bea, i'm 20 years old and kinda new to tumblr. i have had accounts and lurked around but i never really had my own blog or anything like that. i don't really understand how this site works so please forgive me if my posts are a bit odd, i am probably just going to treat it like twitter for now 💀

i don't really write ffs or draw well enough to post on here yet, but maybe in the future i will. for now i'll probably just be shitposting or ranting lmao. however, if you are an artist or writer i would love to interact with you and reblog your work! i'm just looking to make friends and have fun 😋

dni list: bigots of any kind (boo 🍅🍅🍅), if you post/reblog smut or any explicit content of canonically minor characters (jail), rude weirdos who start drama and think they're regina george reincarnate (you're not her), if you are under 16. if a minor over 16 idrc, this isn't an explicit blog per say, but i do interact with smut or talk about nsfw topics sometimes so keep that in mind.

i am mostly here for jjk content, especially geto or satosugu stuff but here are some other interests of mine/fandoms: nana, tomie, death note (i love lawliet), kpop (nct, enha, ateez, aespa, xlov, and more), fashion, jewellery, makeup, cute and girly stuff, puppies, astrology, manifestation, singing/music, drawing, working out (i'm trying to get back into it lol)

PLEASE BE MY FRIEND PLEASE PLEASE I PROMISE I AM HILARIOUS AND REALLY NICE 🙏🙏🙏 MY IRLS ARE SICK OF HEARING ME TALK ABOUT SUGURU 🥀🥀🥀

[xerith-42]

I keep trying to explain how I go about writing certain characters to people, to like explain my process and make them easier to write, but my advice can only go so far. Because a solid 80% of my character writing is just basing characters off of me or people I know.

For example, one of my favorite things to do with Aaron Lycan is make him somebody who very casually messes with his friends. He's the type of guy to say, "I lost the game" in a quiet room to instantly cause chaos. If he knows you know the circle hand game, he will never let you know a moment of peace afterward. I have Aaron do this for 3 reasons, and I think explaining them might explain my character building process as a whole.

1) I and/or people I know do this. The above examples are both things I have done and had friends do to me. My wife likes to remind me that the English voice actor for one of the hottest anime women I've ever seen also voiced Kechiro in the Ghost Stories Dub, she actively enjoys doing this because my reaction is always funny. It's very easy for me to write a character doing something I know.

2) I think it's funny. MyStreet, at least at the start, was a slice of life comedy with a vague adherence to an overarching narrative. Therefore I will decide elements of characters based on the funniest bits I can come up with in relation to them. This is why I make Blaze and Aaron friendly rivals, because they both have a pension for casual chaos that is fine on its own, but amplified to hilarious extremes when around each other.

3) I can then reverse engineer this to be character accurate. The stuff I've talked about with Aaron aren't really true to his character, sort of. Aaron's an interesting case because his personality can vary WILDLY from season to season, and I don't really like... most of them. But my favorite version of him is in the last chunk of Season 1, and Love Love Paradise, where he's come out of his shell enough to start ribbing with his friends, mostly Aphmau, but to a lesser extent Dante and Garroth. And a lot of Aaron's humor is observational, and sometimes at the expense of others for the bit. That's a thing he does more than once, so I can just take that to the logical end point of him being like that with anyone once he opens up to them.

I know he and Melissa played things like Slug Bug and Banana on road trips until one of them punched the other too hard and told mom about it, usually Aaron being really whiny about any consequence over this. He has sent a disguised YouTube link to a group chat saying it's his "new project for college" he wants some input on and then Rick Rolls everyone present. Aaron likes causing strong reactions out of people because it's what he knows best. His family are either entirely closed off or overly emotional with no in between. His eventual wife is unhinged and speaks her mind without thought. All of her friends are weird as hell.

When Aaron gets comfortable with people, he pushes their buttons a little because he knows it's funny, and they'll have a fun time with it to.

So my advice for writing MyStreet characters is to arbitrarily decide something about them in a fic and then re-examine their character with this concept in mind because 9 times out of 10 it'll just work. MyStreet characters are very maluable, but also always have enough going on in their lives or childhoods to make sense of any behaviors they have.

[recitedemise]

𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺. As Gale had stated himself, maintaining the orb is a delicate, and I do mean delicate, balance. By its nature, that rot-spilling thing branded within him hungers and feeds off all things Weave. However, it doesn't do to simply gorge it freely, and of course, starving it at all is out of the question. Before Elminster's intervention, in fact, Gale was perpetually gauging the depths of its hunger, consistently focused on its very fickle equilibrium and choosing carefully what artefacts to drain. Beside the blossom, however, that hair-thin margin is thrown right off kilter, and as the flowers stifle magic all around them, that means the closer Gale comes, the more emptied his orb. It throws him back considerably, hastening the severity of his body's failing. His blighted arm ruptures open, cracking from his shoulder to the tips of his nails, and in his throat, he tastes the stubbornness of tar-thick decay. All the while, the pain, the agony, is nigh on deafening. By all means, sussur blossoms don't simply stem Gale of all magic. Rather, these flowers send him hurdling back into whatever state he'd nursed in his early isolation. He feels like he's dying, on top of the crushing emptiness that leaves him cold, and he's every interest to keep a good distance away. With immediate physical effects, no one can wonder why.

[solplease]

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[sunn-mechanic]

[ID in alt]

More wartime/SiB timeline sketches, this time with some Goats :D

Asmund and Gormflaith are my ocs! I'm a big fan of when ppl use Asgore's old design as a base for his dad, so, of course I had to as well, hehe. And then I wanted Toriel to have a cool maiden name so, Eldis :>

[gatorinator]

My exact thoughts on the live action httyd movie are summed up in this yt comment: