#male disguise

[myster-roca]

Law's Escape (story request from @elsastar1991)

Rain cascaded down the glass panes, a symphony of nature's turmoil that mirrored the storm within our sanctuary. I could hear the distant hum of the city beneath.

Jude Law is seated on the bed, appeared lost in contemplation, his eyes carrying the weight of a thousand thoughts.

"Ben, it's suffocating," Jude's voice broke the room's silence, his gaze fixed on the persistent downpour.

"Every move, every expression—they've stripped away my privacy. It's like I'm on display for the world to scrutinize."

His words resonated deeply, and I nodded in understanding."That's why we're doing this, Jude. To give you some space, even if it's only temporary."

I approached the sleek black case on the table — the key to his temporary freedom. Jude gazed at the object with a mixture of uneasiness and resolve.

I opened the case and couldn't help but marvel at the craftsmanship before me. The bodysuit was made of a high-tech material that mimicked the texture and appearance of human skin.

The mask, a masterpiece of realism that captured Jude Law's features with astonishing precision.

Stripping down to my underwear, I felt a strange vulnerability beneath Jude's gaze. "Ever worn something like this before?"

I chuckled, attempting to diffuse the tension. "Not exactly. Military gear, sure. But this is a whole different ballgame."

Unfolding the bodysuit, its texture both alien and familiar embraced me like a second skin.

The material, cool against my skin, adjusted with an intimacy that bordered on eerie. "Feels… intimate," I admitted, trying to articulate the peculiar dance between comfort and constraint.

The mask came next, settling over my face with a weight that carried more than just physical presence. As the features melded with mine, I felt a shift—an intimate convergence of identities.

Taking a moment to revel in the transformation, I couldn't resist a subtle flex, my fingers playing with the contours of my new pecs.

The bodysuit hugged every muscle, the realism becoming more tangible with each movement.

"How does it feel, Jude, seeing someone else wear your face?" I inquired, my voice slightly muffled by the mask.

Jude's eyes widened with a subtle mix of surprise and amusement dancing in their depths.

"Well, Ben, I must say, you wear it better than I do." His lips curled into a half-smile, the weariness etched in the lines of his expression momentarily lifted.

"I appreciate this more than you know," he continued, his gaze lingering on the transformed figure before him.

His eyes met mine, and a shared understanding passed between us. "It's a strange thing, having someone else wear your face. But it's temporary, a means to an end."

The weariness in his expression softened, replaced by a fleeting glimpse of gratitude.

"You're entrusting me with more than just a disguise, Jude," I remarked, my fingers gently tracing the edges of the mask. "This is your identity, your public face."

Jude placed a hand on my shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie. "It's a shared journey, Ben. You're carrying more than just a disguise; you're carrying a piece of my world."

Completing the ensemble with carefully chosen clothes to seal the illusion, I took a deep breath. The room buzzed with an energy that transcended the act of dressing up.

"Ready for this, Ben?" Jude asked, his eyes reflecting both apprehension and anticipation.

I nodded, the bodysuit and mask now familiar companions in this charade. "Yeah, I'll give them a performance they won't forget."

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

He's still looking at me pissed due to my NYE escape attempt. I mean, if I view the world from his perspective, of course I will be pissed that I tried to expose him for what he is to all my friends that he invited to my apartment while he posed as me to the point of him cancelling his masterplan that should be rolled out on NYE. But from my personal perspective, aside from saving a lot of my friends life, I also extended my life because he wouldn't get rid of me until he managed to get all his friends entered my friends internal system and replicated them to the point of perfect similarities the following morning, just like what he did with me back in Halloween when I threw up this green gooey substance the following morning that quickly coagulated until it become a perfect duplication of myself. But honestly, I live on borrowed times, and I don't know what kind of plan he has in store

[burningtheroots]

IDK who made this but it couldn’t be more true.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOOH BABY THIS ONE WAS A LONG TIME COMING. NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE!!

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER. A DAY OF ADVENTURE WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS. OH HOW TIGHTLY YOU HOLD THEM TO YOUR CHEST, AND OH HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WATCH THEM GET EVISCERATED BY SOMETHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. MAYBE IF YOU JUST LISTENED A BIT MORE, IF YOU LET THE SMART ONE LEAD THE CHARGE, THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED. ONCE AGAIN YOUR IMPULSIVENESS LEADS TO DISASTER. HEAR ME NOW, YOUNG TIDESTRIDER, YOUR STUPIDITY WILL BRING THE DEMISE OF EVERYTHING YOU WERE BORN AND FORGED TO PROTECT. HOW COULD THE PROPHECY HAVE CHOSEN SOMEONE SO USELESS? I BET YOU WISH YOU CHOSE THE RIGHT LEVER. FAILURE.

[ystrike1]

My Angelic Husband is actually a Devil in Disguise - By Haemyang (7.5/10)

You have to like bratty yanderes if you want to read this one. Our heroine is a flawless and dignified hard worker. Her husband is a moron who flunked out of school. I do think the premise for this one is kind of unique, but the first part of this love story is a little grating. It's dramatic and annoying!

Setia is the only reasonable member of her family. She can see the writing on the wall. Her father is a very low noble, with a ridiculous sense of pride. His wife overspends. He spends lavishly too, all so he can fit in with the cool kids at the ball. Setia puts herself through school with scholarships. She tries to become a pillar of support for her irresponsible family.

They betray her. As soon as she comes of age her father tries to sell her to a harem. This is a GIGANTIC insult to Setia. Her hard work has been keeping the family afloat, but her father is willing to sell her for quick cash.

Setia is forced to flee.

She makes money doing side jobs, and she's poor??? Justice does not save her. She is able to avoid marriage, but she had to sacrifice her education and future.

It's frankly awful.

This is the useless idiot Count. He is widely regarded as the worst possible husband. His family is wealthy, sure. He's the only heir, sure...but he's a national embarrassment. Literally. If there was another heir he would have been booted years ago. He flunked school. Setia was top of her class, but she's in rags and he has riches.

It's all so unfair.

He knows he's dumb.

So he asks Setia to marry him, for four years under contract. He claims he needs someone to protect the family money while he pulls himself together.

Count Miere has cash, so she says yes.

His chill, easygoing attitude....wins her over?????

Setia is a workaholic. She has lived a dull life.

Miere grows flowers. That's his hobby. They walk through the beautiful paths he planted together, and she relaxes. Miere is a good companion, and he is very lenient with her.

He doesn't act like her boss.

His kindness works on her like magic...

.

.

.

Sudden hint.

Miere has been loaning Setia's family cash.

He thought about killing them too.

Setia did cut ties after all, but he decides to let them live.

.....huh?

Isn't this guy supposed to be a moron?

Miere fucking dies in a bandit attack.

That makes Setia hot, rich and single.

She should be happy.

Her stupid husband died offscreen...but she misses the goof.

She hunts down the bandits for revenge.

She was falling in love.

She sits alone, in his beautiful garden, for three whole years.

The asshole returns alive...with the title of Duke!

You see, Miere isn't a total moron. His parents were murdered. He wanted revenge. He supported the right prince. He played dead for three years. In exchange for putting the prince on the throne he got a Dukedom, and sweet vindictive satisfaction.

He hired Setia because he really needed someone smart to protect his assets when he was gone.

.....he didn’t tell her anything because he WANTED HER TO MOURN HIM. When he learns she hunted down the bandits for him HE'S HAPPY.

Wow what a freak.

He cutely begs for forgiveness and Setia accepts.

....even though a better man has been courting her...

Roynus is a hard worker, like Setia. He is also outgoing, popular and handsome. He deeply loves Setia. He's been trying to win her over for two years.

When Miere returns during the new coronation Roynus literally begs her to pick him instead...in front of Miere.

Reni, Setia's personal maid, knows Miere is a dick. He's not actually stupid, but his actual personality is awful. He's got no friends. He's not sociable. He dedicated too much of his life to revenge, and now he's a weirdo.

Miere has been using Reni to spy on Setia during his absence. He knows how hurt Setia was when he pretended to die...but he just immediately starts whining about how he wants to kill Roynus...

He also casually threatens to murder Reni, because she didn’t include Roynus in her reports to him.

Reni says she didn’t because Roynus fed her yummy food...but it's clear that Reni didn’t rat him out because Setia was lonely.

She needed a friend.

She isolated herself when Miere "died".

Reni respects Setia, so she didn’t report everything to her asshole master.

Miere no longer has to hide. He starts dressing better and he uses his looks to seduce Setia.

...they aren't a bad couple.

They get along really well, but Miere is an ACTUAL BAD GUY. He isn't cursed. He didn’t do bad things for the greater good. Nope! He unseated the old king entirely for revenge. He's clearly been spying on Setia for ages. He's started cutting off her friends. He lies constantly. He hides his bad side from her. The list is endless. He's extremely controlling, and he acts cute about it.

Setia is happy, so I can't really complain, but this guy is GRATING.

He is pretty unique though.

[watermelinoe]

rape is just a thing that may happen during war. we're not saying it didn't happen. it may have occurred. rape is not uncommon in war. it's not a weapon of war, there's no proof it's a pattern of violence against women, it's just something that happens for some reason.

[maleyanderecafe]

My Angelic Husband is actually a Devil in Disguise (Webcomic)

Created by: HaeMyang / Hiella / WOONGIN THINKBIG / Nyamm(Art)

Genre: Fantasy/Romance

I have mixed feelings about this webcomic- mostly because I absolutely adore the concept of a damsel yandere, one that uses their incompetence or feigned uselessness to get close to their love interest, however, I'm not sure I really like how this webcomic does it. Don't get me wrong, there are some good moments within it, but it's not particularly how I would write a damsel yandere. As of writing this, there are about 40 chapters out.

The story starts with Seita about to graduate from the college before her family attempts to sell her to get married. Her family would often gamble and treat her badly, trying to sell her to pay off the debt. She is then invited by Miere Lunaria, one of Seita's classmates. Miere wants to have someone who can manage his accounting and assets as he himself is too incompetent to do so. He proposes a contract marriage so that she can work under him, and in exchange, would pay off the debt for Seita's family so she doesn't need to worry. The contract would terminate under a four years allowing Seita to live her life. Not really able to go back to her family, Seita accepts and the two get contract married. The two of them have to pretend to be like a loved couple, going on dates and living together as to maintain Miere's reputation as a duke and of course, sleeping in the same bed together. After some cute moments while Miere and Seita working on their garden together, Miere travels to the prince. Unfortunately, this leads to a bunch of bandits attacking them on their travels, leading Miere to die. Seita has to attend his funeral but continues her duties taking care of Miere's assets. Miere returns after three years as we learn that he's not dead, but rather was working with the prince to get rid of said bandits. He's able to reconcile with Seita after all these years and despite this, Seita still accepts him and forgives him for what he did. During her years of being alone, she worked hard to continue her work, and befriended a local merchant named Roynus whom she works with closely, and who Roynus gains a crush on. After Miere comes back, Roynus basically tries to pull her away, stating that she only was with Miere for a month, yet Seita still retains loyalty to her husband. We find out also that Miere is actually quite competent in most things from basically Seita's work to actually assassination, but feigns ignorance as a way to get by Seita's side, as he feels she will simply leave him if she finds out that he can basically do all that he can this entire time. He uses his servants to watch over Seita even while he was gone for the three years and slowly wins her over in lovey dovey ways. Miere also keeps an eye on Roynus, being extremely jealous over the fact that he was by Seita's side those years that he was gone and that he is pining for her, attempting to find skeletons in his closet to out him. After a weird side plot about burning pillows so that Miere can sleep without a divider and be with Seita, we get to see how Miere fell for her in the first place. While at the academy, he would watch her from the treetops studying, seeing how studious she was. After noticing that she enjoyed some flowers on the road, he ended up taking up gardening, and despite the fact that he actually quite dislikes gardening, Miere still did it to maintain a connection to Seita. The last couple of chapters revolve around Miere buying an expensive piece of jewelry for Seita disguising it as something cheap, Roynus's return in winning Seita's heart and the introduction to the vice-master of the assassin group, Bianca.

As I said, in concept, I should like this manga. I like the way that Miere pretends to be incompetent to get Seita to like him. Seita believes that Miere needs her because he can't really do anything right, not even from just maintaining his assets but also just not putting on his clothes properly. Of course this is all a ploy so that Seita will stay with him, but I... also don't really see the point in it all. Miere could have very easily just had a contract marriage to pull her out of her bad family without having to resort to acting pretty stupid to be honest. Other than the initial ploy of getting her to marry him, he really had no reason to continue acting stupid but lovey dovey in front of her. Honestly, even if Miere had revealed to her right after that he was an assassin, there would still be no way for Seita to leave him and Miere could probably just play into the angelic facade he had anyways instead of this entire thing of incompetence. Plus now that he has gone this far, Seita is likely going to have more trust issues with Miere because he's pretended for so long, which regardless could have been avoided if he had just told the truth. The other thing which I think is pretty obvious as a problem is the sudden time gap of Miere pretty much dying and then coming back after three years. The two of them only really had a month to bond and to be honest, it wasn't really anything that I really saw as especially romantic or deep. He then basically pretends to be dead for three years, leaving Seita a widow essentially only to come back and then beg for forgiveness... to which Seita accepts it?? I mean, I get that Seita basically doesn't know this guy since they literally had a month together, but I think that most people would be at least a little pissed off that they were essentially ditched for three years to do a bunch of work all while thinking that Miere was dead the entire time. It makes way more sense for Seita to ends up with Roynus because as he said, the two have only known each other for a month at that time and Roynus had been by her side for two years. Yes, there was the contract, but like I said, Sieta basically had to do all of his work without the knowledge that her husband was alive, so despite the fact that he was on a mission for so long, still didn't know that he was alive. The assassination thing also doesn't seem to come up a lot since we never really see him actually.... you know, kill anyone. We know he's dangerous, but we're never really shown it other than him threatening a bunch of his servants.

I actually do like Seita as a character but unfortunately I feel like she's pretty underutilized and the plot forces her to make some dumb decisions at times. Seita being a hard worker and having to manage Miere's finances is very interesting and she does manage to do some good work with it, but honestly she could have gone way farther like fund her own school or even just get back at her parents in some way. It feels like they just gave her a bunch of responsibilities and power but she's not really allowed to use any of it- especially when she thought that Miere was dead. She probably could have used the money to help manage the safety of people traveling so that they wouldn't get killed by bandits or something but she doesn't. I get that part of it is because the servants are watching so they wouldn't really let her get away with anything too big, but like...she could have done more and should have done more since that seems like something that she would do. The other big thing I feel like they just did for plot reasons is her falling in love with Miere after one month of interaction, thus allowing her to forgive him for ditching her for three years. I can kind of accept her accepting him ditching for three years because to her this is just a contract marriage, she just wants to leave her family and have enough money to sustain herself, so she doesn't really care about Miere... or at least she shouldn't because again they knew each other for a month, but somehow in that one month of being together, he was able to woo her that much, which is absurd because again, they barely did anything noteworthy together. Afterwards, of course, Miere is far more lovey dovey to make up for the time that they missed together, but it's still very strange that Seita would just accept it without really any anger or disappointment. I also feel like her falling for Miere's more lovey dovey side so quickly is a bit out of character, but that just might be me. She's not aware of Miere's assassin or more devilish side, so I'm curious to see how that will end up in the future.

Okay, we finally end up with Miere and I really want to like this guy because again, I love the damsel yandere on guys, but I just don't understand what he's doing and neither does most of his other servants. I think the logic is that because Seita married him to help him with his incompetence (and to get out of her bad family), he has to continue feigning that kind of personality, but like I said before, if the two are in a contract marriage they cannot divorce until after four years like the contract says, so even if Miere pretty much killed someone in front of Seita, they two wouldn't be able to divorce or else Seita wouldn't be able to escape her family. Even as a damsel yandere, he does very basic things for incompetence like not being able to do any of the actual documentations, not being able to put his shirt on (or something) and not staying on the right side of the bed. I personally think he could have gone further either pretending to be completely innocent and himbo like or just incompetent in terms of clumsy and can't live without Seita type deal, but he doesn't really commit to either of those. He also, again does the really stupid thing of faking his death for three years, which kind of basically only leaves on year for you two to actual fall in love, which you are extremely lucky that Seita even speaks with you afterwards and doesn't just move on with Royus since she thinks that you're dead. Other than that, he also uses his royal money to buy things for Seita and make deals for her, while also trying to find secrets from Royus to try to snuff him out, as well as just use his power to do whatever he can to be with Seita. And that's about it. I guess it's fine, I think the artwork is also a bit stiff in a lot of places but like, there's nothing specifically special or interesting about it.

Overall, I think it's a good concept that's not very well executed. I would have liked it if Miere had an actual strong reason for him to actually pretend to be stupid. And perhaps actually use his assassination skills for something useful instead of just having it be something that he has and basically never uses.

[doctorcanon]

"The Captain never smiles around anyone else. Not like that."

Been thinking about this Hero!Zelda AU a lot. Been thinking about an older Link turned Captain of the Guard after saving Hyrule once, maybe twice already with the help of the ~*mysterious Sheik*~ who turned out to be Impa's nerd-ass grandson that initially hated him. Ten years after their whole enemies to friends saga and gaining prominent positions within the royal court, they've become close confidants. Maybe more. Depending on who you ask.

[bodyswappertransforming]

Time traveler, Elias. A French royal.

In the vast expanse of the universe, a galaxy shimmered with the stories of a man unlike any other—Elias. Born of a distant star system, Elias possessed extraordinary abilities: he could bend time, shift his form, and adopt any identity he chose. His curiosity about the universe’s countless narratives propelled him through time and space, leading him to Earth—a planet rich with history and drama.

Elias's latest fascination was the Earth's historical tapestry, specifically France during the 1600s. He chose to immerse himself in one of its most vibrant epochs—the reign of King Louis XIII, mistakenly recalling the name as King George in his intergalactic data banks. His goal was not just to observe but to participate, to live amongst the figures of history.

Transformation and Journey

Elias stood beside his time machine, a sleek structure of chrome and pulsating lights that hummed softly in the cold silence of space. Before embarking on his journey to 17th century France, Elias initiated his transformation. His body shimmered as his molecular structure rearranged itself. His skin took on a pale hue, his eyes a deep brown, and his hair curled into the fashionable shoulder-length locks of the time. He grew slightly taller, his physique molding into an elegant, aristocratic form—a perfect specimen by the standards of any era.

The final touch was his attire. With a thought, the fibers of his alien fabric morphed, taking on the rich textures and colors of a nobleman's wardrobe of the 1600s. He donned a doublet of deep blue velvet, breeches, and a lace collar, his boots polished to a high shine. Elias looked into the reflective surface of his machine; he now bore the image of a French aristocrat, complete with a feathered hat resting jauntily upon his curls.

Arrival and Adaptation

With a flicker of light and a ripple through the fabric of reality, Elias and his machine discreetly arrived in a wooded area near Paris. He stepped out into the fresh, earthy air of the past, the ground firm under his heeled boots. Hidden from view, he practiced his French accent, letting the lilting tones and courtly phrases roll off his tongue until he sounded every bit a man of France.

Elias quickly made his way to Paris and, using his charm and wit, infiltrated the royal court. His uncanny ability to mimic behaviors and his knowledge of historical events allowed him to blend in seamlessly. The court was a whirlwind of intrigue and opulence, and Elias thrived in it, his every movement and decision calculated to bring him closer to the king.

Rising in the Court

King Louis XIII, known for his complex personality and interest in the arts—and, as Elias had discovered in his data, a subtle fondness for attractive men—soon took notice of Elias. His intrigue was piqued not only by Elias’s striking looks but also by his insightful conversations and mysterious air.

Elias became a regular companion to the king, discussing art, politics, and philosophy. His unique perspectives and solutions to courtly issues, often inspired by his journeys across time and galaxies, made him indispensable. Despite his origins and abilities, Elias found a genuine connection with Louis, appreciating the king's intellect and often convoluted emotions.

The Man Behind the Mask

As months turned into years, Elias, now known as the Comte de Vire, lived a life full of earthly pleasures and royal confidences. Yet, beneath the grandeur, he remained a traveler at heart, always aware of his true self. He documented his experiences meticulously, storing them in the vast libraries of his mind to share with his own kind, across the stars.

Though he could have lived centuries in the blink of an eye, Elias knew his time at the French court would eventually come to an end. The pull of other times and worlds was strong. But as he prepared to leave, he realized that his journey through the past had changed him, imbuing him with a deeper understanding of humanity’s complexities and beauty.

With one last look at the gilded halls of the palace, Elias stepped back into his machine, the man who could traverse galaxies disappearing with a whisper into the fabric of time, his heart ever enriched by the memories of a king and a court that once, even if just for a short while, he could call home.

Elias, now the Comte de Vire, swiftly adapted to the rhythms and rituals of court life in 17th century France. Each morning, he awoke in his luxurious chambers furnished with opulent tapestries and intricate furniture that spoke of a craftsman's hand long stilled. His valet, a young Parisian lad, would assist him in dressing, layering the fine linens and arranging the rich fabrics that marked his noble status.

Breakfast was a subdued affair in his quarters, often just fresh bread with a bit of cheese, and sometimes fruit, all washed down with a small cup of wine. The real spectacle of dining came later in the day, at communal meals where the court gathered in all their finery. Here, Elias would navigate the delicate dance of court politics, his keen senses picking up undercurrents of intrigue among the clink of cutlery and murmur of voices.

Afternoons were reserved for various court activities. Elias often attended the king during his hunting excursions. These provided a chance to discuss matters of state and philosophy while riding through the extensive royal forests. The physical activity was a pleasure for Elias, whose alien constitution thrived on the challenge, and it also cemented his bond with King Louis.

A Trusted Confidant

As one of the king’s favorites, Elias also participated in the more intellectual pursuits of the court. He attended poetry readings in the royal library, discussions on the latest scientific discoveries, and debates on theological discourse. His unusual insights and exotic experiences, masked as the wisdom from distant travels on Earth, made him a captivating figure in these circles.

Evening Entertainments

Evenings were a grand affair, often beginning with large dinners followed by balls or performances in the palace's opulent halls. Elias, with his grace and elegance, excelled in these settings. His ability to dance flawlessly, a skill enhanced by his alien agility, made him a desired partner among the ladies of the court, and his refined conversation endeared him to many.

During quieter moments, Elias enjoyed the king’s more private company, where they shared a love of the arts. King Louis had a penchant for music and often invited esteemed musicians to perform. In these settings, Elias shared tales of distant stars and celestial melodies, cleverly veiled as fantasies, which delighted the king’s imagination.

An Alien Among Humans

Amidst the splendor and the ceaseless whirl of court life, Elias maintained his extraterrestrial nature hidden beneath his human facade. He adapted his daily routines to fit those of a 17th-century nobleman, yet at night, in the privacy of his chambers, he reverted briefly to his true form, allowing his body to rest in its natural state—a luminous, fluid presence that hummed with the quiet energy of the cosmos.

His room was equipped with hidden compartments where he kept his alien technology and instruments that monitored cosmic events and time-space coordinates, ensuring his link back to his own world remained intact.

The Looming Deadline

As the months slipped by, Elias, now deeply entrenched in the life of the 17th-century French court and closely bonded with King Louis XIII, faced a crucial turning point. His time device, a marvel of his advanced civilization, imposed a strict rule: remain in any non-native time period for no more than two years or risk becoming permanently anchored to that era, unable to return or travel elsewhere. With 18 months already behind him, the six-month countdown began.

The Richness of Life at Court

Elias's days were a tapestry of elaborate rituals and intimate connections. He had not only the king's ear but also the camaraderie and affection of other notable figures within the court, including several he met during the private, more risqué gatherings. These relationships were complex, woven with threads of desire, intrigue, and mutual respect.

Each individual offered something unique: a young duke taught him the finer points of fencing, a pastime that became both a physical and strategic exercise; a witty marquis shared the unspoken rules of navigating court gossip and alliances; and a poet, a regular at the smaller, more intimate gatherings, provided a window into the soulful side of the court through verses that often mirrored Elias's own hidden feelings of displacement and longing.

The Deepening Bonds

The king and Elias shared more than just a bed; they shared dreams and fears, the king speaking of the burdens of monarchy, Elias listening and offering advice culled from his vast experience across galaxies. These conversations often took place in the quiet sanctity of the king’s private chambers, away from the prying eyes and ears of the court.

As Elias’s departure neared, these moments grew more poignant, tinged with the unspoken knowledge of their impending end. The king, initially unaware of the true nature of Elias’s dilemma, came to sense his confidant’s growing melancholy.

The Decision to Leave

With the two-year mark approaching, Elias knew he had to prepare to leave, a decision that weighed heavily on him. He began to withdraw slightly, trying to ease the pain of his eventual departure for both himself and those he cared for. Yet, as he started to pull away, it only drew some of his closest companions closer, sensing the change and desiring to make the most of the remaining time.

One evening, in the cover of the royal library, Elias shared his secret with the king. He explained his otherworldly origins and the rules that bound him, expecting disbelief but meeting instead an understanding only a fellow bearer of heavy burdens could offer. The king was devastated but honored Elias’s trust, vowing to keep his secret.

Preparing for Goodbye

The final weeks were a bittersweet mixture of last experiences and quiet farewells. Elias spent his days reflecting on what he had learned about humanity—its capacity for love, its pursuit of pleasure, and its grappling with power and morality. Each relationship had enriched him, taught him new facets of human emotion and connection that he could have never comprehended in the abstract vastness of space.

At a grand farewell masquerade, the court turned out in full, the air one of celebration but underlaid with a current of farewell. Elias danced with the king, his friends, and his lovers, each dance a goodbye, each smile a memory to cherish.

Departure

When the night of departure finally arrived, Elias slipped away quietly after the festivities, his heart heavy but his resolve firm. He returned to his time machine, set in the secluded woods where he had first arrived. As he activated the controls, the soft hum of the engine a familiar comfort, he took one last look at the starry sky—so different, yet the same as the one above his own home.

The machine whirred to life, and with a final pulse of light, Elias left the 17th century behind, carrying with him the lessons of love, loyalty, and humanity—a traveler forever changed by his journey among the stars.

[myster-roca]

Desires and Deception: Full Undercover

"Your assignment: Assume the identity of a high-profile businessman and fitness guru with deep connections to the underworld elite.

Your objective: Infiltrate a high-stakes bodybuilding event where one of the underworld's most influential figures, deeply involved in a clandestine affair, is about to take center stage. A complete physical transformation is your only cover."

On the surface, his existence seems so different from mine. He's deeply entrenched in the world of luxury, surrounded by the glitter and glamour of the upper class.

I lead a life of shadows and secrecy, a chameleon in the backdrop of society. While he basks in the spotlight, I thrive in the darkness.

Yet, as I become more familiar with his life, I realize that beneath the facades, we're not so dissimilar. We both wear masks, albeit of different kinds.

He portrays an image of power and wealth, and I craft identities to delve into the hidden realms of espionage. We're both performers, navigating the stage of our own making, just on opposite sides of the curtain.

Within the covert operations division, our team constituted a rare breed, masters of disguise, each possessing an exceptional talent for the craft of metamorphosis.

We shared an unspoken bond born from the countless secrets we held and the trust we placed in one another.

The intricately crafted muscle suit lay before me like a silent partner in this clandestine masquerade. I'd done this countless times before, but the excitement and tension of the moment never ceased to grip me.

This moment brings a complex blend of emotions to my entire body.

There's the weight of responsibility, knowing that I must seamlessly become another person, thinking, speaking, and moving as they do.

But there's also the thrill of the challenge, the adrenaline rush that comes with immersing myself in a persona utterly distinct from my own.

As I slipped into the suit, the material stretched and molded to my physique. My hands found their way to the attached silicone gloves. The snug fit accentuated every contour, making me look more sculpted than ever.

My team of ingenious innovators had left no stone unturned to make the muscle suit as lifelike as humanly possible. Their unwavering dedication shone through in the meticulous attention to detail.

My pulse quickened with anticipation as the muscles subtly inflated, intensifying the illusion of strength and confidence.

With every stroke, the skilled hands erased my facial hair, and I could almost sense a new identity taking shape.

The skintone had been impeccably matched, with the paintwork skillfully blending the boundary between reality and artifice.

I marveled at their exceptional precision as they carefully placed the snow-white silicone prosthetic skin onto my scalp, deftly concealing the intricate details at the rear.

Each brushstroke they applied infused the blank canvas with a spectrum of shades and tones, gradually merging it with the flesh-colored muscle suit.

The cap clung to my scalp, obscuring any hint of my natural hair. Their unparalleled expertise accomplished an astounding feat, vanquishing visible seams and ensuring a flawless integration with the rest of the suit.

As I rose to my feet, I could feel the muscles discreetly swelling, enhancing my size and making me appear more imposing. Enthralled by this transformation, I locked my gaze onto the mirror, realizing that, except for my own face, the reflection before me resembled that of a complete stranger.

The next phase was even more unsettling. I couldn't help but feel vulnerable, yet excited, as I closed my eyes and immersed myself in embodying the fitness guru's charisma and unwavering drive for power.

Seated before the vanity, I felt the cool touch of silicone on my skin. With each prosthetic piece, I watched myself morph into the figure whose aura and allure I admired and now emulated.

My own features were vanishing, slowly replaced by the chiseled jawline, pronounced cheekbones, and the perfectly shaped nose.

Each adjustment, every little tweak, brought me closer to becoming the fitness influencer I needed to become.

The transformation has reached its halfway point, yet I can't shake the persistent unease that lingers within me. Something feels awry, lacking in authenticity.

This void echoes the emptiness I've felt in past impersonations. The team is well aware of this predicament, which motivated them to develop a new technology aimed at resolving the issue. Although they conducted numerous beta tests, this marks the first field trial.

I stood from my chair and began to don the silicone muscle pants, preparing myself for the next step.

The pants appeared remarkably sophisticated, quite different from the silicone muscle pants I had initially envisioned. Nevertheless, the team assured me that this unique design was intentional, tailored to fulfill its specific purpose.

As I settled into a sleek, state-of-the-art machine, they assured me that it would serve as the catalyst for the forthcoming comprehensive transformation. The team then delved into an explanation of the pants' fabric and the silicone prosthetic pieces they had attached, emphasizing their integration with nanites.

They elaborated on how these minuscule marvels were precisely programmed to discern the unique contours and characteristics of my body, thereby enabling the seamless fusion of the material with my own skin. This intricate process would ensure an astonishingly lifelike and untraceable metamorphosis.

The machine enclosed around my waist with a gentle yet firm embrace. I could feel its mechanisms hum to life as it began its work. A warm, viscous liquid began to flow from the machine's hidden nozzles, gently cascading down my legs and torso.

The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was as if I were being submerged in a pool of liquid silk. I watched, my heart racing, as the substance encased my legs and torso. It was as if the nanites and the liquid skin were in perfect harmony, dancing a choreography that was breathtaking to experience.

The machine released me, and I fell forward, landing on my hands and knees. The ground was cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the heat that surged within me. As I struggled to regain my footing, I realized that I was sweating, my skin tingling with life.

My skin glistened with sweat as the nanites engulfed my whole body. My senses were on fire as the second skin adapted to the shape of my own body, molding itself to me with an almost sentient understanding. I could feel the air against my skin as I breathed deeply, savoring the newfound sensations.

I stood on my feet, and a tidal wave of power surged through my veins—a breathtaking rush of unearthed strength that sent shivers of exhilaration cascading down my spine. I was utterly captivated by the profound transformation I had undergone.

It was as though this second skin had reshaped the core of my existence. It was no longer just a disguise; it had become a part of my own being.

Overwhelmed by curiosity and newfound confidence, I couldn't resist the urge to explore my transformed physique.

As I flexed my thighs, I could feel their utmost solidity, the sensation of unyielding strength resonating through my body. My legs, once unassuming and lean, now bore the weight of sculpted power.

Running my hands across my chest, I felt the hard contours beneath my fingers, swelling with a sense of pride. My pectoral muscles were now pronounced and firm. I couldn't resist running my fingers over the chiseled ridges of my new washboard abs.

With each movement, I admired the pronounced biceps and triceps, each muscle responding to my command. Flexing my forearms, the veins stood out like a roadmap of my uncovered power.

I had truly become the living embodiment of the role I was about to play.

With the transformation complete, I am reborn in the shadows, ready to dance into the abyss of intrigue and danger, playing my part in a game where trust is a currency of uncertainty, and the truth remains veiled forever.

To Be Continued . . .

[yuanology]

Hiii! I'm back again with another request🖐️

I live for angst so how bout enemies to lovers trope with gojo but then gojo realizes his feelings a little too late

(sfw for now cuz I'm up for crying rn rather than being horny😜😌)

wh .

in truth, satoru never expected that he would ever have a nemesis.

it was just that—he simply stood far too high on the scale against everyone else that no one could begin to compare. after all, who dared to defy the great gojo satoru, wielder of six eyes? only a fool or a madman.

you had to be one; one or the other. maybe both.

it didn't matter.

because either way, you were there. a perpetual haunting presence in the back of his mind, a shadow that would not leave him. you were there, every fucking step of the way, and he couldn't stand the sight of you.

(that was a lie. he enjoyed having you by his side, a rival rather than a friend. your presence kept his life interesting, reminding him of the fact that he was not infallible and he was not god. he was still a boy and he was still human.)

and maybe it was because you had grown so constant, so fucking present in every moment of his life from his childhood to his adolescence to his adulthood, that he had didn't even realise that you were something that could be taken away from him until you left.

you left.

you weren't even taken away from him, robbed clean from his hands, leaving behind a bloodied imprint in the place where you once stood. no. no, of course not. people like you could never be taken away by anyone but their own hands. the day you went out of this world would be on the day you woke up and decided you would finally die for your cause.

you were simply that incredible, that stubborn, that headstrong. you always had been.

and satoru —— you for it.

(he couldn't bear to think of those words out loud. they were too disastrous, too ruinous, too real. too much of something, too little of the other. there was none of that balance; that in between that he loved to thread so much.)

(but that was the thing about you, wasn't it? you had this habit of making him do things that he hated just because you wanted him to struggle. and that was the thing about him, wasn't it? he had this tendency to follow through with your words just because he wanted to see you smile.)

because that meant that your leaving was your choice. because that meant that this was all orchestrated by you and that he was nothing but a puppet in your grand scheme. because that meant that even if he found out in time, satoru would have been powerless to stop you. because that meant that even though satoru —— you, you had never once —— him in return.

and all of this was a game, a ploy.

because you left.

you, his equal, his nemesis, his rival, his right hand, left him.

in truth, satoru never expected that he would ever have his heart broken either.

[elwayken]

This is something me and @cici196 have been joking about so I finally drew it!

[besttropeveershowdown]

The Best Trope Ever Showdown: Round 1, Side B

Five-Man Band

Propaganda:

The Five Man Band brings together several character and story tropes into one! Five unique and interesting characters, each with different dynamics with eachother as individuals and as a team. Examples of classic Five Man Bands include: Avatar, Sailor Moon, Voltron, Teen Titans, Power Rangers, Firefly, etc etc

Plays into found family when these guys find each other. Also creates Numerous interactions between various combinations of team members, and allows everyone to have strengths and weaknesses. Makes sure they're stronger together.

Disguised as Male

No propaganda was submitted.

[cassowariess]

Me going into the asoiaf tag and realizing that 90% of you seem incapable of holding more than one woman in your head.

[obscenicon]

honestly the prev posts tags are just a part of the whole "tme ppl idolizing the aesthetic/idea of trans women while not actually respecting them or seeing them as people" phenomenon. those selfies dont belong to a real trans woman, theyre just something to add to your mental gender moodboard

[wttcsms]

which of ur favs would try to slide back into ur life by texting u "happy new year" as if y'all haven't been in no contact since april