#college age to middle age

[mrwavellswaps]

Aftermath of The Homo-Bomb (Theo)

(Make sure to read the ➡️ Prologue ⬅️ first!)

Most cases of The Homo Bombs' effects on people were the same. The majority of people affected were straight men who, once engulfed by the magic, ended up turning completely and utterly gay. So gay in fact that they were turned off by the mere thought of women and now all they wanted was to either fuck or get fucked by other men. As was the intention of Wavell’s experiment. However, as he interviewed more and more people who’d been affected by his magic, he began to find anomalies. One of those anomalies was Theo.

For a start Theo was already a gay man so he shouldn’t have been affected by The Homo-Bomb to begin with. Wavell had only programmed his magic to target straight and bisexual men and to turn them completely gay. And yet for some reason Theo’s body had taken in the magic anyway and the effects it had on him were rather strange…

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Wavell arrived at the home of his next case. He could already sense the person inside had been affected by his magic so without wasting any time promptly knocked on the door. Of course he could do it the old fashioned way and just teleport inside but he found walking around the town and knocking on doors added to the fun of his experiment.

Moments later the door opened, slowly at first. Half hiding behind the door stood a tall beefy man. He was wearing nothing but a tight pair of jeans that did little to hide his bulge. His hairy pecs and stomach on full display as his nervous posture did little hide just how broad his build was.

“W-who’re you?” He asked, stuttering a little. It was the question everyone asked when they saw Wavell, an unfamiliar stranger in smart clothing, standing at their front door. He of course introduced himself in response, saying the same thing he said to most people. That he was sent to investigate the strange happenings in the town and he was conducting interviews with the people of the town to find out more about it. Naturally he had questions, they all did, but Wavell’s powerful aura combined with his smooth talk was able to put anyone’s mind at ease.

“So, Theo was it? May I?” Wavell asked, nodding towards the inside of the hairy hunk’s home. He smiled as the man swiftly moved to the side, opening the door fully as he offered Wavell inside his home. It was a nice place. Small and quaint. He could tell Theo loved on his own but seemed to have frequent guests over. He didn’t even need to read his mind for that one, Wavell could tell just by looking around.

Before long the two found themselves sitting in the tiny kitchen on opposite sides of a small table. As they sat Wavell couldn’t help noticing how Theo shifted his weight awkwardly. In fact he’d been doing that since he walked in the apartment. The other man simply moved in a way that would imply he wasn’t used to his own body for whatever reason…

“So to state I’d like you to state your name, age and occupation.” Wavell began as he pulled out notes.

“Well… my name is Theo Adams and I’m 25 years old…” he looked somewhat embarrassed to say that.

“I’m sorry did you just say 25??” Wavell responded sharply. This man was hot for sure but there was no way he was 25. He had daddy written all over him! He began to wonder, was this man another anomaly?

“It’s true! I promise!” Theo claimed desperately, his deep baritone voice shaking a little. “Yesterday I-I-I didn’t look like this! I wasn’t hairy a-and I wasn’t tall and I was skinny and and…” he was clearly starting to freak out. Whatever the homo-bomb had done had really rattled him.

Wavell reached across the table and placed his hand on top of Theo’s, eyes glowing as he did. “Calm down. Everything is fine now. I’m here to help you.” The warlock spoke in such a hypnotic tone and immediately he could feel Theo’s heartbeat begin to relax. “Good. Now just tell me what you do for work Theo.”

The hairy daddy looked at him blankly for a second, the magic of Wavell’s touch still washing over him. “Oh ummm… I work at a gay bar down the street. I usually just serve drinks but I dance sometimes as well.”

“There you go big fella.” Wavell smiled kindly, glad to see his aura had calmed the man down before noting that detail down. “Now the next question I have is: how would you describe yourself as a person?”

Theo sat and thought for a moment before giving his most honest answer. “I feel as though I’m the kind of person that always goes after what I want. Especially when it comes to men. I always strive to be the best at everything I do and I never settle for anything less than what I believe I deserve.”

The warlock seemed pleased with that answer. “Alright. Now onto the real question. What happened to you during *the event*. Most men have experienced alterations to their sexual preferences but I get the feeling there’s something more going on with you.”

Despite the calming effect Wavell was having on him, the hirsute man still seemed a little nervous to share. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy if I tell you.”

“Oh trust me Theo, I’ve heard my fair share of seemingly impossible stories. There’s nothing that you could say that’ll make me think you’re crazy.” Wavell reassured him. “Now come on, tell me. What did the mist do to you?”

The hirsute man found himself being pulled in by Wavell's charisma and kindness. So much so that he felt as though he could share anything with him. “Well… when I went to bed yesterday I was shorter and skinnier. I was completely hairless and I was still really young! But when I woke up I was… like this.” He gestured down at his large hairy body.

The hunk went on to explain that before all this he was just an ordinary gay twink. Though in recent years he’d grown into more of a twunk after starting a regular workout routine. Despite this he was still rather small and lean. Whenever he had free time he would always go on hookup apps like Grindr, searching for his next fuck. He knew exactly how hot he was and how many men wanted to fuck him so he took advantage of that fact as much as he possibly could. Being a total bottom slut who was always on the lookout for a dominant top who could really destroy his hole.

He’d always be seeking out big hairy daddies the most. He loved the feeling of being totally dominated by a huge masculine man who could throw him around like a rag doll. There was nothing else in the world that was hotter to him. Sometimes he’d go for big bears but usually Theo went for muscle daddies the most. They were his bread and butter and never left him disappointed.

And then one night, The Homo-Bomb hit. Submerging the entire town in a cloud of magical smoke that seemed to only affect certain individuals. Of course Theo wasn’t meant to be one of these people yet the smoke engulfed him anyway. Perhaps a result of the spell not being properly programmed or due to Kyle Wavell releasing the bomb a little too recklessly. Either way, the magical smoke had crept into Theo’s room as he slept and entered his body…

“I have no idea how it happened. I just remember waking up and feeling heavy… and itchy. I didn’t really grasp it until I pulled the bed sheets off myself and saw what’d happened. I was a skinny twink boy before but now I’ve become huge and hairy!” Theo exclaimed.

Wavell couldn’t help but be intrigued by this. “So your body underwent a sort of metamorphosis? How interesting…” He scribbled down what Theo had told him before looking up. “Not to worry. Your situation might be an outlier compared to most others but I have seen a few other people who were affected in a physical way as well. You’re not alone in this Theo.” He smiled. “Although I can’t help but draw a connection here. Before you said you always had a thing for hairy muscle daddies and now it seems you’ve become just that.”

“Y-yeah. I guess you’re right about that. The way I am now is exactly the kind of guy I would’ve gone for before…” Theo admitted, slightly embarrassed that he’d for some reason shared such a personal detail with a complete stranger.

“Well, as I said before, most people that were affected by the event found their sexual preferences being altered with the vast majority being straight men suddenly having intense gay feelings and thoughts. You however were already gay so when you were affected, instead of altering your desires, it manifested them instead. Transforming you into the very thing you desire most, a big masculine daddy.” Wavell deduced with an almost scary amount of accuracy. “Here, I’ll use a little magic to make a recreation of what happened in your mind.”

Theo was taken aback a little by that last comment. “What? Magic? What’re you-” before he could finish Wavell grabbed both of his hands and surged some of his magic into Theo’s body. The former twunk’s eyes glowed purple just as Wavell’s were as a movie began to play in his mind, showing him exactly how it’d gone down.

Theo saw himself, his old self, sleeping peace in bed when the smoke slipped in through his window. Without hesitation it seeped into his body from every orifice it could, forcing his body to start growing. It started with his height as his limbs stretched longer, pushing him from a respectable 5’10 to an impressive 6’3. But as soon as that was done his body began to expand with new size and strength. Every muscle in his body being pumped bigger by the second. Pecs swelling, legs thickening, arms bulging. Even his cock wasn’t left out as it lengthened from its previous 4 inches up to a thick 7.5 inches! His bed even began to creak under his fast increasing weight as before long Theo had gone from being a twunk to a total jock! Even his soft facial features had sharpened to give him more of a gym bro looking face.

The now jock grunted a little in his sleep but his changes weren’t done yet. Now that he’d been inflated with muscle, his body began to age. He was only 25 years old but his body soon found itself racing out of its twenties and through its 30’s until it finally settled on about 41 years old. His once jockish features now looked a little more weathered with a few wise wrinkles here and there but he still looked incredibly handsome. His hair adorned a couple flecks of grey but nothing a little dye couldn’t fix. And so at this point you’d think he was finished and yet as the last of the smoke filtered itself inside Theo’s body, it made one final change. Without warning a forest of hair grew across his entire body giving Theo a thick carpet of chest hair along with hairy arms and legs. His face even adorned a permanent 5 o’clock shadow before a thick mustache sprouted on his upper lip.

And with that the transformation came to a halt. Theo groaned a little in his sleep, with a voice now much deeper, as he tossed and turned. The magic had done what it came to do and now all that was left was for him to wake up and see the results…

“W-Woah! What was that!?” Theo shouted in confusion and wonder as Wavell let go of his hands. “I saw everything! I saw myself getting bigger and hairier… and that smoke…” He could hardly comprehend it.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just a little gifted is all.” Normally such an explanation wouldn’t be satisfactory for what had just happened and yet Theo found himself accepting it anyway. “Now we know exactly what happened to you, I’d like you to tell me how it makes you feel. Be completely honest. You don’t have to hide a thing from me.”

Theo pondered the question for a moment before reaching down and touching his hairy torso. “I guess I feel… confused? I mean, I never imagined myself looking like this. I’ve always looked in the mirror and seen a young and hairless twink… now I couldn’t be further from that. Part of me wants to be turned on when I see my reflection because it embodies everything I want in a man. Strong, tall, powerful and manly. But I’m not sure is that’s *me* you know.” He opened up a lot, letting Wavell in on some of the insecurities he’d been having since he woke up this morning. “I look like the kind of dude you’d see at the gay bar knocking back beers before taking home a hot piece of ass to fuck. But I don’t feel like that. I still just wanna get my ass fucked but I don’t know if anyone will be as interested in fucking my big hairy ass now.” He worried.

With a sigh Wavell got up from the table. “Alright get up. Stand over here with me.”

The hairy daddy was confused but he did as he was told, getting up from his seat and joining Wavell in the centre of the kitchen. “What is this for?”

“It’s to help you see just how lucky you are.” Wavell moved to stand behind the other man. He took one of Theo’s hands and guided it up towards his chest. “There. Now just rub your hand across your chest. Really feel it.” He instructed and Theo did so, rubbing his hand through the forest of hair that coated his pecs. “You feel that? All that hair and muscle? That’s something hundreds of thousands of men would kill for. And it’s yours. Thick hairy meaty pecs. Go on, keep touching them. Appreciate them and how manly they make you feel.” His smooth voice echoing through the other man’s mind

The warlock’s words seeped deep into Theo’s subconscious. “I guess… they do feel pretty good.” He admitted as both hands now began to explore his muscled chest. Rubbing across the slabs of thick meat with a little more appreciation now.

“Mmmm they do, don’t they. You just love how they feel.” Wavell stated in a factual manner that Theo couldn’t help agreeing with. “Now I want you to repeat after me; *I love being strong, I love being hairy, I love being a daddy.” He whispered the phase into Theo’s ear in a way that instantly pierced any and all mental barriers.

“I love being strong, I love being hairy, I love being a daddy.” Theo repeated in the gruff baritone he now owned. As he did he found himself starting to flex a little, admiring the strength his body now possessed within its bulging new muscles. He repeated the phrase a couple more times as he pinched his nipples before running his hands across his hairy stomach, feeling the outline of abs hidden underneath the dense fur.

Wavell grinned. “See? This ain’t so bad is it?” He chuckled. As he walked back around in front of Theo, looking down at the bulge in his tight jeans. He could only assume those were the only jeans Theo had that fit the new him and even they were tight. Not that he minded as it allowed Wavell to reach down and grip the outline of the other man’s cock. “Now I want you say; I’m a dominant daddy that loves fucking ass!” Wavell then reached a hand around Theo's waist before firmly groping his thick daddy ass. “But I also love getting my own ass fucked from time to time.”

Theo’s eyes glossed over a little as he took in every word. “I’m a dominant daddy that loves fucking ass!” He claimed as the outline of his cock began to grow and harden under Wavell’s touch. “But I also love getting my own ass fucked from time to time.” He added. Just like that all of Theo’s submissive nature was drained from his mind, replaced by a dominant mindset that made him want to feel like he was top dog in any sexual encounter. Even if he was the one getting fucked he’d want to be a power bottom so he could have all the control over bouncing on another man’s dick.

After that Wavell stepped back and allowed his words to do their magic. Simply watched while making a few more notes as Theo worshiped himself with a newfound sense of appreciation for his new body. Instead of confusion and rejection he felt love and acceptance for his hairy, muscular new form. Sure he might’ve been a little older but that was perfect! He’d always wanted people to look at him like a daddy anyway and now they would with his mature features and thick stache. Honestly the only thing he can remember liking about his old body was how cute and fuckable he looked. If he could’ve fucked himself then he absolutely would’ve!

“Holy fuck Mr Wavell! I have no idea what I was so worried about!” Theo exclaimed while bouncing his pecs with pride and rubbing his bulge a little. Loving the feeling of power and dominance that surged through him with every flex.

“This body is everything I’ve ever wanted!” He was practically jerking himself off through his jeans at this point, not being able to contain his horniness for his new body. His now fully hard cock snaking down his leg with how huge it’d grown. Bucking and pulsing with an eagerness to break free from the tight material that confined it.

“Oh? Well, isn't that lucky.” Wavell replied innocently. “But maybe you should take those jeans off before-” but Wavell wasn’t able to finish his sentence before the other man let out a long groan.

“UGGGHOOOOOOUHHhhhhh…” Within seconds a dark spot made itself known on Theo’s jeans. A wet sticky patch the grew with every grunt as his daddy bull nuts pumped rope after rope of thick cum out of his fat cock. There was so much delight on his face as he unloaded and unknowingly locked in the small mental changes Wavell had made to him. “Thank you Mr Wavell!” He said as soon as he caught his breath. “I don’t know what I felt so anxious about this before. This body is amazing!”

“It was my pleasure.” Wavell responded and as he did Theo went right in for a hug. It wasn’t something the warlock had been expecting but he welcomed it, patting the hunky daddy on the back a little before they pulled apart. “Besides, meeting you has been a big help. You’re definitely one of the anomalies from all the cases that have been recorded so far. What I’ve gathered here will prove quite useful in my research.”

Theo wasn’t quite sure what the suited man before him was going on about but he was just happy to help. “Of course! Anytime!”

“Well. I suppose I have everything I need for now so unfortunately I’ll need to be on my way. I know we haven’t talked for long but I’ve got a lot of cases to go through. However, if I need anything else I’ll be sure to stop by again.” Wavell said as he outstretched a hand.

With a huge grin Theo took Wavell’s hand and shook it enthusiastically. “You’re always welcome! Maybe if you’ve got some more time we could get a few hot studs over here with fat asses for us to fuck together. I get the feeling you love ass just as much as I do.” He winked.

“You got me there.” Wavell chuckled. “I might take you up on that offer as long as my boyfriend is allowed to join us.”

“The more the merrier.” Theo responded, completely unaware of how his personality had changed. “Anyways I think I’m gonna kick back and pop open a few beers. I hope the rest of your interviews go as well as this my friend.”

With that the two said their goodbyes with Theo looking happier than ever before. Just before he went however, Wavell thought he’d do the guy a quick favour. With the flick of his wrist Wavell transformed all the clothes in the house so that they’d fit the new Theo, saving the man any trouble of having to buy a new wardrobe. Once that was done he found himself back out on the street once again and checking over his notes.

Theo Adams. 25 years old. Headstrong individual but seems to fall apart when put in situations he can’t easily fix. Was already completely homosexual prior to the Homo-Bomb and seems to have been affected by it in an abnormal way instead. Has physically aged by about 15 or so years. Has put on substantial muscle mass. Has grown substantial body and facial hair. Has expressed having a deep sexual desire for older hairy men with strong physiques. I believe this to have a connection to the transformation caused by the Homo-Bomb as he seems to have become the exact thing he desired most. Is having trouble accepting his new form and believes it to be compromising to his identity. To combat this I’ve used a little magic on his mind and subconscious to help him settle into his new body and fulfil the role he and the Homo-Bomb manifested for him. In conclusion Theo is certainly one of the few anomalies present around town. I can only guess that my magic targeted him by mistake somehow and when it found his desires were already homosexual, it instead decided to turn him into the object of those very desires. But of course this is still speculation…

Wavell seemed pleased with what he had for this particular subject. He still wasn’t entirely sure what about his experiment had caused anomalies like this but he hoped as he gathered more results that the answer would become clear. ‘I wonder how Dane’s getting on?…’ he thought as he made his way down the street towards his next interview.

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[male-body-swap-lover]

Alcohol Led Me Down a Path to Age Progression

Note: Alcoholism is a real disease and if you are having issues with it, please seek help.

Picture it. 1990. I am a senior at Princeton. Colin Vanderway, only heir to the Vanderway fortune. I am on the top of the world. Rich. Hot. Smart. A different girl every week. I am one of the luckiest men in the world. It’s another Saturday night kegger. I love beer so much. Probably my only weakness. Derek, Nathan, and I went to Kappa Kappa Delta for one of the last blast nights before our graduation. The night is wild. One of the best nights of my life. But man I have had so much to drink. Fucccckkkkk. I’m going home. I get behind the wheel of my car. I’m falling asleep and I can barely see. I’m serving. Almost back to my apartment. Suddenly, an old woman comes out of nowhere and I hit her with my car. Oh God!

I get out and try to find a pulse. I can’t find one, but I am drunk. I yell for help but no one is around. Suddenly a man appears from out of nowhere.

“I can help you”, he says.

“I need to go find a pay phone. I need to call 911.”

“If you do, you’ll be arrested. Why don’t I help you.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“No, I’m your guardian angel. This woman is dead. There is nothing the paramedics can do. However, I can save her.”

“Then do it. Hurry! It was an accident.”

“Hold on. If I save her, then you will face my consequences. It won’t be the cops, but you will pay.”

“It’s fine. I’m rich. I can pay you whatever you want.”

“Oh I don’t want money.”

“I don’t care. Just save her!” I start crying.

“Okay, here goes”

Suddenly the winds start whipping and the woman seems to wake up. Suddenly, it’s like I’m sucked up into a vortex. I’m tossed around and and scream for help. Finally after what feels like eternity, I’m dumped in a dirty apartment. There are beer cans everywhere. Instinctively I burp and my stomach starts to rumble.

“Look familiar”. He appeared out of nowhere.

“Fuck, where did you come from. Where am I”

“You’re in the future. October 23, 2023 to be exact”

“This is like Back to the Future man! Why’d you bring me here?”

“This is how I am making you pay. You see, you had two options. Option one was to leave that woman on the street dead. Option two was to save her and you pathetically chose to save her. Had you chosen option one, your father would have helped you cover up her death and your life would have gone on like normal. He would have paid her family to be quiet. You would have taken your place as rightful heir to your father’s company. Married a girl from a wealthy family and had multiple kids. You would have amassed power and become a republican senator from Connecticut. And yet, you somehow have a soul, and chose option two.”

“What’s wrong with you. We saved a life. Why are you upset. You are my guardian angel”

“Yes, but I’m a fallen angel. I love evil. And that’s who I thought you were, which I why I appeared to you. Alas, you chose to be good, and now we are here.”

“A fallen angel. So you work for the devil”

“Hahahahaha yes I do. The mighty lord”

“So if this is option two, what does that mean?”

“So because she survived, she sued your family. Your father almost lost his company. He disowned you and kicked you out of the family company. He gave it to a distant cousin. Due to your college partying, you have had trouble finding work and have mostly worked factory and maintenance jobs, just enough to pay your bills, and enough left over for beer. You never got away from beer. You’ve been married and divorced three times with two kids who hate you. This is all you can afford between your alimony payments and beer. Isn’t it depressing. Oh, have you paid the price for being nice.”

“Wait, if it’s 2023, that means I am 55 years old. I still look like I am 22.”

“Oh yes, let’s fix that.”

Suddnely my stomach rumbles. I start burping repeatedly and my breath reeks of beer. My arm hair starts getting thicker. I feel a beard sprout on my face as hair falls out of my head. My chiseled jaw dissapears under a layer of fat. The worst is my stomach. It’s pressing out and turning into a big ball. My clothes are so tight, and then they change as well. My shirt turns into a pale button up that is left unbuttoned and underneath it, my undershirt turns grey and seem to barely fit me. My acid wash jeans turn into dad jeans and my belt gets thicker to hold up my new pants. My stomach finally stops growing and my grey shirt can barely cover it. The age lines come in everywhere on my face and my back starts killing me. With one final loud belch, the transformation finishes. I waddle to the bathroom and look in the mirror.

“I’m old and ugly and fat.”

“Yes, well that’s your punishment for choosing to save someone’s life. No good deed goes unpunished. Oh and one more thing!”

Suddenly, a mug of beer appears in my hand. The intoxicating smell of barley reaches my nose. I start drooling for a minute before taking a big gulp.

“Good luck. Your life is pathetic, but at least you have your beer. Your new memories should come to you soon. At the rate you drink, I give you fifteen years max. Bye”

My guardian angel, or guardian devil dissapeared.

I sigh dejectedly, realizing my life had not turned out how I wanted. I sit down in my recliner, turn on the football game, and eat some peanuts that were on the table next to my chair. Beer. The killer, but one would say my best friend. Lucky me. I drink my beer and scratch my new belly absentmindedly. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

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Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.

[southofeerie]

it’s them

[dailydikke]

day 52

[wanderingmind867]

I would prefer never to work. School isn't always all that fun either, but I'd prefer to spend the rest of my life on and off in high school (or even just in school). At least at school I can read and learn. Besides, to quote the old adage: better the devil you know than the devil you don't. (Or something like that).

[defectivegembrain]

See older people in my local queer community understand that I should not be in the club. They'll tentatively ask me "have you ever been on the gay scene?" and nobody is remotely surprised when I say no. Other people get asked what the last pride they've been to was, I get asked if I've ever been. Eternal baby dyke vibes. They look at me and they're like no I'm not putting that in the club she should be in a controlled environment in broad daylight with earplugs in.

[cctinsleybaxter]

Oh this is about to be the most insane thing I've read in a minute

[magicaloxford]

The library of St Edmund Hall in Oxford is located in the medieval St Peter-in-the-East Church. To see the twelfth-century crypt that lies below, look under the cut ★

The mysterious crypt of Oxford's St Peter-in-the-East ★

[punkeropercyjackson]

Thinking every character would be into older men is a weird ass assumption to make actually,especially when the characters in question aren't even adults

[msnihilist]

Sorry, but Phineas and Ferb going to college as adults is soooo fake. 1) What the fuck is college gonna teach them? 2) They're both WAY too restless to study for four years or more for ONE degree. They spent a single afternoon building to the MOON. FOUR YEARS might as well be an ETERNITY. Spending that in SCHOOL?? WASTE OF TIME.

[leverage-ot3]

harry flirting with another man for a con: wait do I actually like this???

[femmethpipe]

Sooo over the teenager fics. I want my Steve and Billy to be a lil wrinkled and scarred while they spend years running right back to each other, literally dependent on one another to function.

[gaycicada]

One day I’ll make more fanart I swear but unfortunately there’s little gecko Teifling thing my brain made called Desmond Vassago that’s lording over my mind weather I like it or not. So here’s a doodle turned class art project of the criminal himself.

[psychopomparia]

since i got my artem plushie, ive been cuddling with him when i sleep.

ive been sleeping longer now and soundly. he gives me comfort. thank u Mr. Wing for giving me good night sleep.

[jedinerd27]

might be writing a final project on the medieval ideology of magic influenced the Dragon age series

wish me luck