#unknown twink

[battleofthetwinks]

Battle of the Twinks characters as The Office gifs

Mary:

Sydney:

Epileptic Twink and Clone Twink:

Crunchy Twink:

Hockey Twink:

Unknown Twink:

Tall Twink:

[neechees]

Hunter Schaffer as Zelda, I can totally get, she has that ethereal princess Elven look & I think she'd be a great Oot Zellie specifically, but I don't get Elliot Page as Link like that has to be a joke

[nyoomymph]

I've discovered corrupted venti. he has quickly taken place as my new obsession. I would happily die for this man

[bottlehawk]

okay pretty weird ask but do you accepts asks about crackships/crossover-ships? stuff like vriska x asuka langley-soryu, or gamzee x nagito komaeda?

the thing is i wish i had a deep and intimate understanding of any of those characters to be able to answer those types of questions. that being said i think that there should be a psychological horror/romance crime and punishment modern au fanfic where broke harvard law transfer student rodion raskolnikov kills nanna crocker while robbing her joke shop out of a strange morbid compulsion that arises in him one night and he steals a mysterious game disc off her office desk and ends up playing her copy of sburb. and he keeps being haunted by traces of this strange old woman and the greater secrets he has suddenly stumbled onto and wonders what the fuck he's gotten himself into while glimpses of her alternate selves and just general paradox time bullshit mess with his inherently doomed one player session. and then he can use time travel bullshit and then meet 1960s milf jane after attempting several scratches and they can go do dead ghost spades-make outs in the dream bubbles after a long game of godtier cat and mouse where they break everything about skaia and the game and kill several versions of their universes while finally succumbing to their fates in each other's bloody arms. or something like that. i think it'd be interesting

[misterlemonztenth]

12-30-23 | jpnlb2024. MisterLemonzTenth.tumblr.com/archive

[eleplay]

recently re-listened to one of my favourite series of podcast episodes of all time (waypoint's be good and rewatch it episodes on the 1995 bbc pride and prejudice mini-series, which i should probably download in case smth happens to the pod feed because rip waypoint). i'd never really experienced austen before those eps introduced me, and it's just such a delight to listen to people discuss a text with consideration for both the original publishing era's social/cultural norms and from a modern day perspective, as well as just their (and my) joy and enthusiasm for how much austen writes for characters' specific contexts.

anyway, revisiting pride and prejudice always makes one consider the question of if you're an elizabeth or a mr darcy in a relationship and i'm absolutely the mr darcy, but like, the poor man's mr darcy. the what if mr darcy was on medicaid

[faetedforglory]

going great

[note-a-bear]

95% of the cast of bullet train is irresistible.

But Brad Pitt is the lead.

I waaaaaaaant us to be able to make that movie without having to saddle it with his bullshit. Whyyyyyyy

[strebcrarchives]

"However flareon is the only fully evolved fire type that cannot learn solar beam.-"

[sharlinefreire]

he's a trans man, he's genderfluid, he's babygirl, he's a 97 year old grandfather, he's a single mother, he's a creature of unknown origin, he's a forest spirit, he's a twink, he's an abstract thought, he's an independent woman

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 3

Danny smiled back at the elf boy. Ever since landing in Hyrule this guy has stuck by his side and did everything in his power to help him, even going so far as to learn English and teach Danny Hylian. If it wasn't for Link Danny doesn't know what he would have done.

They were in Hyrule field, practicing Dannys portal and teleporting powers to see if he could open a portal home or teleport there. He began thinking about how pure and clean Hyrule was since it didn't have a drop of pollution and how cities were supposed to be gross and polluted. So he began focusing on pollution, smog and filth, hoping that that would take him back home.

He didn't expect to teleport a city into Hyrule.

---

Five minutes.

Jason had only brushed his teeth and washed his face and in that time all of Crime Alley had been thrown into another dimension. Typical.

Whats more it looked like they were in a green grassy area. A legit apple forest was to the North of them and probably one of the clearest, cleanest rivers he had ever seen was directly East of them. God, he could see the fish swimming in the water.

What was most surprising though was the elf people. They weren't causing trouble per say, but hes definitely had to save some of them that wandered in out of curiosity. After the second or third one he saved he noticed a fence had popped up around all of crime ally over night. There were signs on the other side of the fence with some kind of official seals on them. So elves have political leaders? Works for him, he can guess that the signs say something to the effect of "Stay out" and it should make his job a bit easier. That and the numerous woven baskets left surrounding Crime Alley filled with fruits, veggies, cloth, clothing and soap.

Jason wasn't expecting some of the elves to get through the fencing to throw an unknown liquid into Crime Alley and then run. He panicked at first, thinking this was some kind of attack, but after testing it, he discovered it was just soapy water. He didn't understand at first but soon began getting reports from his men that anyone who wandered out of the city was being captured, thrown into the shallow water of the river, and scrubbed with long poled mops.

Rude. I mean, he gets that the elf people have probably never dealt with pollution, which means they never had to smell it, but still. Rude.

Red Hood gets a bit twitchy when he learns the kids who wander out get captured but chills out once he learns the children are never harmed.

The hylians are taking them in, bathing them, clothing, teaching them to cook and teaching them thier language. They are given lots of clothes and toys and the option to stay with them if they have no where else to go. Jason has no idea about this until a short blond elf guy and a teenage human twink talk to him and explain whats going on, the twink even apologized to him and explained that all of this was his fault.

[captainmalewriter]

All Uri wanted was to take a little vacation in the beautiful land of Singapore. He had planned to spend his first day of vacation near the ocean. Uri had arrived at the beach and immediately marveled at the crystal blue waters. He also noticed that although he had gone to a popular tourist beach, there was nobody there. Aside from two- maybe three other people walking by, Uri was all alone. Not that he truly minded it. He was more than happy to spend a quiet day at the beach, tanning his smooth, pale body under the blazing sun while listening to the waves of the ocean.

But while Uri was enjoying his beach day, there was an ongoing nationwide crisis. All of Singapore's beaches had been closed away from the general public due to a parasite outbreak. The parasites were of an unknown species. They loved using humans as their vessels and for some strange reason, their host's body grows bigger and hairier when they take over a vessel. The news never reached Uri due to the language barrier. Uri was right in the belly in the beast as he laid asleep on the warm beach sand. It was too late for him.

As Uri slept, several worms began crawling out of the sand, aroused by the scent of his male pheromones. The parasites varied in size. Some of them were no bigger than a grain of sand while others were as big as a cucumber. All of the worms slithered towards Uri.

The smaller parasites charged ahead first. They crawled up Uri's legs and towards his groin area. They then started slithering down Uri's soft cock through the slit. The worms invaded his hardening one by one and as they did so, Uri squirmed and groaned sensually due to the sensations. He flipped over, which gave the larger parasites easy access to his ass. The worms slithered over to his virgin asshole and began pushing their way inside, stretching his tight rectum as they went up Uri's body. Uri was thrashing around and moaning loudly as the worms continued their invasion over his body. His body inflated and fattened until he had a stocky build. Black hair also began growing in spurts all over his body. By the time the worms were finished, Uri was no longer a smooth twink but a hairy cub. Uri opened his eyes and smiled, unaware he had become the host for a colony of alien parasites.

[fredwkong]

I just found the himbo maker! Do you think the himbo maker could help me be a big dumb hairy arab stud? One that doesn’t care for a shower or anything ?

I'm honoured to help you become the biggest, dumbest version of yourself, anytime. Maybe you could transform me sometime, too?

You’re just home from a run, dripping in sweat and heading to the shower, when you see a text from an unknown number.

Himbo_mkr: Habibi, you better not be skipping prayer!

You shake your head and change direction, heading for your prayer mat. How did you let it get so late? You rub a hand through your dark, curly beard. You don’t have time to bathe, but you’re sure you’ll be forgiven. Your phone continues to ping with notifications.

Himbo_mkr: No need for water, habibi, just use an oil bath like your ancestors.

As you kneel in prayer towards Mecca, the spicy musk emanating from your armpits and thick body hair seems to intensify. You breathe in deep, feeling it clear your sinuses and your mind. Your massive, powerful body is your testament of faith, and you love the meditative process of scraping oil from your round muscles to rid yourself of dirt. Plus, it leaves you smelling sexy as hell.

Himbo_mkr: Put all your thoughts to your faith and your sexy body, habibi. Nothing else matters.

You stay on the mat for a long moment after prayer is over, feeling your fat Arab cock harden against your hairy thighs. You can’t think of anything better to do. Well, maybe you can go pose shirtless on your balcony. Yeah, you should get a sexy pump and post some pics of your fat pecs. Chuckling dumbly, you imagine how many twinks are gonna want to sniff your big, musky Arab body when you hit post.

Want to chat with the Himbo Maker? He loves to twist your words, so be careful what you're asking for.

[ultram0th]

31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 26: Twink

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Derek bumped into some small, tiny guy. The little guy wore comically oversized clothes as he ran off, looking panicked and frightened. 

“Fuckin’ weirdo,” Derek snorted, readjusting his gym bag over his broad shoulder. 

The 6’3” alpha sauntered into the gym to workout. Normally, the muscled stud preferred to lift or perform bodyweight exercises at home where he wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of people. However, after renovating his house, he didn’t want to mess it up with his musk, so he’d opted to get a gym membership. After a few weeks of working out at one of the local gyms, Derek was surprised to discover that he actually liked to work out in public. There was something about being one of the bigger guys at the gyms that filled him with a sense of pride. Towering over the other men and easily out-muscling them only cemented his role as an alpha, and Derek could only smirk as he threw his weight around the gym.

After changing in the locker room, Derek strutted out onto the gym floor clad in only tight gym shorts that strained against his powerful thighs. His impressive chest muscles were on full display as he moved towards the weight pile. His chiseled, plump pecs illustrated sheer masculine power, and Derek frowned a bit when he realized that the gym was virtually empty.

“Guess the other guys just can’t keep up,” he hummed to himself, grabbing the heavier weights on the rack and performing bicep curls like it was second nature to him. His bowling ball-sized mounds flexed with power as he lifted, and Derek couldn’t help but admire his bulky form in the large mirror.

Derek was so caught up in working out that he barely noticed when another gym patron walked up to the weight pile, grabbing a weight that was a little heavier than Derek’s.

This other guy rivaled Derek’s size, both in height and musculature, much to the alpha’s annoyance. This other guy’s thick curly hair reached the same exact 6’3” height as did Derek; that fact bothering Derek for some inane reason. Plus, this other guy also worked out shirtless, showing off his pumped up muscles that exuded manly power. His chiseled pecs were just as rounded as Derek’s, and when he lifted his weight, his bicep bulged to the same exact size Derek’s had.

The other guy glanced towards Derek and nodded at the lighter weight in his grasp. “My girlfriend likes to use the smaller weights too,” he chuckled.

Derek bristled at the obvious attempt to make him look weaker than the unknown douchebag. He just clenched his jaw as he set the weight down, opting for an even larger one than the other guy’s. Gritting his teeth, he began to rack out several bicep curls.

The subtle way the other man’s eyes widened caused the alpha to smirk, loving how his bicep pumped up to an incredible size. The arm burned with lactate and he could vaguely make out the other guy muttering something under his breath, yet Derek was too focused on trying to look like the bigger man.

Derek’s muscles burned from his workout, the burning sensation seemingly spreading throughout the rest of his body from his arm. The immense weight in his hand steadily felt heavier by the second, Derek chalking it up to reaching muscle failure. He thought that it was odd that he’d reached it in under a minute since he could usually lift heavy amounts of weight for a substantiated amount of time.

Derek grunted as he attempted to perform one more rep, yet his arm started to shake and he ultimately dropped the weight, letting it clang loudly onto the floor. 

The guy chuckled again, and clapped Derek on the bare shoulder. “Don’t worry, Little Guy,” he teased, “there’s no shame in starting off with the smaller weights. We all gotta start somewhere, right?”

Derek swallowed down a growl and instead tried to glare threateningly at the other guy to get him to leave him alone… but he stopped when he stared directly at the dude’s chin. Earlier, Derek could’ve sworn that they’d stood eye to eye.

Derek’s eyes widened when he witnessed the other guy actually growing. As impossible as it seemed, the other gym goer sprouted up in height, his muscles also packing on some serious size. His pecs plumped out even more and his arms took on some more consider meat. 

“What the fuck?” Derek muttered, freezing when he heard his voice. It was void of any baritone, making his voice sound lighter and almost squeakier, as if it had shot up a few octaves. 

Then the horror slowly dawned on Derek that the other guy wasn’t just growing, but Derek was also shrinking.

Derek watched as his line of sight kept slipping lower and lower, until he was staring directly at the other man’s plump pecs. It didn’t stop there though, as all of Derek’s muscles began to deflate. 

“What the fuck’s happening to my muscles!?” Derek squeaked out in his smaller voice, holding his arms out in horror as his biceps steadily grew flatter.

Derek was helpless to do anything except watch as all of his hard-earned muscles grew flatter and near nonexistent. His arms shrank until they looked like unremarkable sticks, lacking any bulges whatsoever. His pumped up pectorals gradually flattened as they shrank against his chest, looking smaller and smaller until his entire torso was flat— lacking major pecs or even any abs. Even his legs thinned out as quads and calves deflated, growing smaller until Derek had little twigs to stand on.

To add insult to injury, Derek paled as he squirmed and felt an uncomfortable bagginess in the front of his boxers, the front of his shorts looking flat.

When he was finally done shrinking, Derek stared at his skinny body in shock and horror, estimating that he must’ve lost well over fifty pounds of pure muscle, and that he had to have stood at a measly 5’3” now.

“Wh-what did you do to me?” Derek roared, but his lighter voice didn’t hold any sort of threatening quality to it at all. In his frustration, he tried to charge forward and pummel the now larger man, but as he swung his tiny fists at the man’s massive bulk, the other guy didn’t seem phased.

The big gym bully just snickered. “Sorry, Little Man,” he scoffed, gently shoving Derek away, yet the incredible difference in strength sent the tiny alpha stumbling backwards until he fell on his tiny butt with a thud. “There’s only room here for one gym alpha.” 

To illustrate his point, the larger man lifted his powerful arms and flexed his massive biceps which flexed to the size of small melons, easily out sizing Derek’s tiny stick-like arms.

Out of humiliation, Derek took off, sprinting out of the gym in a frenzy, embarrassed at how there was a lack of dangling sensation between his legs. He hurried into his Camaro and nearly wailed as he had to readjust his seat closer to the wheel because his shortened legs couldn’t reach the pedals.

As the tiny man sped off, a large bodybuilder entered the gym, his large muscles oddly already starting to burn the second the stepped foot inside…

[ystrike1]

Arthur - By Poem (7.5/10)

Being a good cop is a full time job and a half. Corruption. Shady security companies. Sexism. Homophobia. Stalkers. Our rookie cop protagonist has to deal with it all. His main support is an elite member of a security company. They aren't lovers. The wealthy man just wants to own and use him.

Arthur Groban is a rookie with no power and no clout. He works for the LAPD, and being a big city cop is harder. There's corruption around every corner. He can't even get basic evidence files and he has the worst luck.

His first case is a murder charge....against a senators son. The evidence is clear. The privileged man killed a homeless woman. The circumstances are disgusting, but the judge keeps throwing out the case.

Arthur gawks at a beautiful man.

The beautiful man gawks back.

Silas Moore is a wealthy adopted son. His adoptive mother owns a huge security company that often works with the FBI. He's pretty high ranking within the company, and he's known for being cold.

He also screws around with hot cops. He doesn't believe in love so he uses his high position to mess with powerful men. If you're a sexy buff cop and you want evidence that is clearly being withheld...talk to Silas Moore with your shirt off...

Silas propositions Arthur right away, in a way that feels suitably cold and humiliating. Silas commands Arthur like he's a dog. He snaps his fingers when he wants to hook up, and he's a pretty terrifying Dom that loves to use whips.

The homeless woman gets justice, but more high profile cases come through the door. Arthur Groban has to pay up every time to get information.

Arthur Groban is not a scared twink. He's able to regulate his emotions and mostly enjoy the hookups without any emotions involved. Silas Moore is hot. He's rich, but he has a reputation. Arthur expects nothing from him. Silas is the one that gets attached first. He starts punishing Arthur for little things. Like being distracted when they are together or trying to leave before Silas says he can go.

Arthur also runs into drama issues at worm because of Silas. Silas slept with a few elite cops who are waaayyyy above Arthur. One of them is really bitter, and it turns out that Silas is the real monster. He played with this particular cop for three years. Then he didn’t even have the decency to break it off amicably when Arthur came into the picture.

Arthur considers it a warning.

Silas Moore is not to be trusted.

The situation escalates though. Silas starts putting in more effort. In the bedroom and the office. He's decently funny and caring too. Arthur starts to feel....affected.

Silas even meets his siblings, and he helps the family navigate a traumatizing situation.

Arthur sees more of Silas, and it looks like he's not as cold as he appears.

We meet the source of the problem.

Why was Silas adopted?

Well, he was raised by an abusive gangster older brother. Cain treated Silas like property and he's an extremely violent serial killer. Silas Moore is super paranoid about love and vulnerability because he was raised in a very dangerous neighborhood.

Cain decides to use Arthur to capture Silas, for unknown reasons.

Arthur decides to protect Silas. Silas protected his beloved family. It's only fair to return the favor.

Silas starts having toxic fantasies. He wants to "break" Arthur. He wants Arthur to be submissive all the time.

He doesn't act on those thoughts though, because Arthur is such a good support in his life.

They're equals.

They sort of stumble into being a couple. It's very realistic? Especially compared to most BL stories. The conflict with Cain isn't super exciting though.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Could you please make another unhinged reader piece but this time with her going against Charles Choi? (I really love the one you did on Vin Jin!!)

Anon, so so sorry for the delay and tysm for reading! I've been putting off Charles in the first place cos it just seems big y'know?

Unhinged F!Reader links here (or check masterlist): Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | Samuel Seo Part 2 | James Lee/DG | Jinyoung Park | Eli Jang | Tom Lee | Ryuhei Kuroda | Eugene | Vin Jin

Charles Choi with Unhinged F!Reader

"Huh," Charles wonders, "Why do I hear final boss battle music?"

How long has it been since Charles has felt this?

An overwhelming, crushing helplessness.

To think his downfall would come from a nobody. Somebody so insignificant that their existence was completely unknown to him.

An easy, fatal mistake.

"Elite?" the sound of your mocking tone reaches his ears despite the blood trickling out. "Elite compared to what?"

Silly boys and their silly nicknames. They're all the same. Elite, Big Daddy, Rabid Attack Dog, the Legend.

Compensating much? Pathetic.

Some little boys just never grow up, having tasted an ounce of power and thought that was all there was. Such big fishes in a tiny putrid swamp.

Your fingers scrape along Charles' once carefully groomed beard, now smeared with blood and spittle.

"What a silver fox. Guess that's a benefit of you being so past your prime."

The words should hurt, but Charles can face reality. He's no longer the young man he once was. Not sure he would even be a worthy opponent for you if he was.

How strange that in these moments it is Gapryong that he thinks about. How he wasn't really a worthy opponent for Gapryong neither, needing to secure his way to the top with underhanded dealings and James Lee.

Charles drifts in and out, thinking about the Pre-Generation, about Tom Lee and Jinyoung Park.

About how nobody has warned him about you, how he didn't see you coming until it was too late. Swaggering towards him in a deserted street with soulless eyes and a chilling grin.

"Charles Choi?" you had asked, tucking away a slip of paper into your breast pocket, "Or should that be... Elite?"

And that was the beginning of the end.

Or maybe it was the beginning of the end years ago, and now his chickens are coming home to roost.

Charles felt your first lethal attack before he could see it, remaining arm snapping and the heat of blood gushing and pouring out. Voice screaming on reflex before he could register it was his own.

Now, even with you easily in touching distance, Charles can't bring himself to move. He has nothing left to give. And was there ever a time he ever felt truly depleted? Not trying to brute force or scheme his way to the very end?

All fight has left him now.

In his delirium, words escape and leak unhindered under his breath. Some names that ring a bell with you.

You chuckle. "Tom Lee? Jinyoung Park? Oops, I got to them too."

Then you lean down, closing the gap between your bodies, lips ghosting over his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Gapryong Kim though? I heard you got to him years before I could." You look Charles square in the eye, your words landing and his eyes widen in panic.

His final secret out.

With that you throw your head back laughing, uproariously and deranged. That is what he's worrying about now? What a wretched man.

"I'll give you anything you want," Charles pleads.

Your laughter abruptly stops and replaced with a scathing look. How fucking predictable. Ugh. This whole thing is starting to bore you.

"I've heard it all from that that twink already. Eugene or something. It didn't end well for him."

"Maybe," you think outloud, examining your hands caked almost completely in red, not remembering if you actually painted your nails that colour or if that is Charles' blood too-

"I want your other arm."

"...I see." are his final words to you, recognising any further pleas will fall on deaf ears. Tone calm yet all he can hear is the pounding of his own heart.

The last thing Charles see before he closes his eyes is the quirk of your lips and bloodlust etched all over your face.

In the darkness, he waits for you to decide his fate and for his empire to crumble.