ᝰ.ᐟ studying anatomy is hard, but lucky you, your boyfriend satoru is jacked
the textbook was a weapon, and it was currently winning.
you stared blankly at a diagram of a human torso, the labels blurring into a dizzying soup of latin words. your upper body anatomy quiz was tomorrow morning, and true to form, you were cramming the night before. you hadn't even been at it for an hour, but your brain was already completely fried.
"okay, wait," you muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples. "does the bicep sit higher than the tricep? or is the tricep on top? no that's… wait, where is the brachialis again?"
it was hopeless. you'd look at a muscle, repeat its name five times, look away, and immediately erase it from your memory. with a dramatic groan, you collapsed backward onto your bed, letting the heavy textbook rest precariously on your stomach. you were officially doomed.
the mattress dipped.
a flash of white hair entered your peripheral vision as satoru crawled onto the bed, shifting smoothly until he was hovering over you like a giant, ridiculously attractive cat.
"look at you, absolutely suffering," satoru teased, a sharp, playful grin tugging at his lips. "i can practically hear your brain short-circuiting from over here, babe."
you opened your eyes to glare at him, but the retort died in your throat. because, of course, satoru had decided to wear that shirt tonight. it was a long-sleeved, black compression top that clung to every single line of his frame, highlighting a ridiculously broad chest and sculpted shoulders.
he was just a criminally handsome guy who clearly spent way too much time at the gym. it was completely unfair how he could look that good just from lifting weights while you were drowning in textbooks.
"go away," you wheezed, weakly lifting a hand to push at his face. "you’re a distraction. a highly illegal distraction."
"me? a distraction?" satoru gasped in mock offense. he shifted his weight, dropping down to lie on his stomach next to you. he propped his chin up with his hands, a movement that caused the fabric of his shirt to tauten over the heavy definition of his upper back and shoulders.
your eyes tracked the movement. you blinked once. twice.
wait.
you looked from the textbook diagram of the deltoids and pectorals, then right back to satoru’s very real, very defined body. a sudden, brilliant spark of desperation ignited in your fried brain.
"toru," you said, your tone suddenly dead serious. "take your shirt off."
satoru froze, his smirk faltering into a look of genuine, rare bewilderment. his beautiful blue eyes blinked in confusion. "wh—now? i mean, i love the enthusiasm, babe, but i thought you were failing a class?"
"just do it. for science. for my gpa."
muttering something about how you were terrifying when stressed, satoru crossed his arms and pulled the compression shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. he sat cross-legged on the bed, presenting a perfect, shirtless canvas of lean muscle.
"alright, i'm naked—well, half-naked. what's the plan, professor?"
you didn’t answer. instead, you lunged off the bed, grabbed a neon green washable expo marker from your desk, and crawled back over to him with a manic look in your eye.
satoru eyed the marker warily. "uh, what is that for?"
"hold still," you commanded, uncapping the marker with your teeth.
you leaned in close, your left hand resting gently on his shoulder for balance while your right hand brought the marker to his skin. satoru tensed for a fraction of a second at the cool, damp touch of the felt tip, but quickly relaxed, watching you with an amused, fond expression as you began to draw.
"okay," you murmured, tracing a neat box right over his chest. "these are the pectoralis major. big chest muscles. easy." you wrote pec major in bold green letters right across his right pectoral.
"wow, using my body as a cheat sheet. i feel objectified. do it more," satoru chuckled, his chest vibrating under your hand.
"shh! i'm concentrating," you chided, moving your marker up to his shoulder. you traced the rounded muscle cap. "deltoid. anterior, lateral, posterior. it's like a shoulder pad." you carefully scribbled deltoid on his shoulder, giving it a little pat.
"and what about these?" satoru asked, flexing his arm slightly, a proud grin on his face.
you stared at his arm, the marker hovering. "ah! the age-old question. bicep is on the front, tricep is on the back. bicep pulls the arm in, tricep extends it." to cement it in your memory, you drew a giant arrow on his inner arm pointing up labeled bicep, and a matching one on the back labeled tricep.
for the next thirty minutes, satoru’s bedroom turned into a live-action, neon-green anatomy lab. you moved around him like a mad scientist, labeling his serratus anterior (the "rib muscles," as you initially called them), his trapezius, and even trying to map out his abs, though you kept getting distracted because his stomach kept twitching from being tickled by the marker.
"stop laughing, toru, i'm trying to find your external obliques!"
"i can't help it! your hands are cold and that marker is tickling the life out of me!" he gasped, squirming away from the green tip.
finally, you stepped back to admire your handiwork. satoru was covered from the waist up in bright green boxes, arrows, and messy anatomical terms. he looked absolutely ridiculous, completely contrasting his runway-model face.
satoru looked down at himself, then glanced in the vanity mirror across the room. he burst out laughing. "i look like a radioactive paint-by-numbers project."
"you look like an a-plus," you corrected proudly, capping the marker. "i actually remember them now. visual learning is a powerful tool."
satoru smiled, leaning forward and wrapping his green-labeled arms around your waist to pull you into his lap. "glad i could be of service to your education. but you know this stuff washes off, right? what are you going to do during the actual quiz tomorrow when you can't look at my chest?"
you hummed, resting your hands against his (now labeled) pectorals. "i'll just close my eyes and visualize my very hot, very heavily graffitied boyfriend."
"perfect," satoru beamed, kissing your forehead. "but if you get a hundred, you owe me a real date. one where you don't use me as school supplies."
A bit of a dumb story, I haven't been very inspired but I'm trying to not funnel my energy into unsatisfying AI RP. Hope you like it ^^'
"Hey, boy. Would love to know more about you. 1m80, 72kg, very masc, shaved head, hairy bod."
And an accompanying picture showing a fitting-shaped man. The only apparent things in his look that he did not mention are the short beard, the sunglasses and the leather get-up ‒ though one can assume he does not wear that at all time.
What a DM to receive right when I contemplate going to bed. Who the hell present themselves with physical stats right off the bat to one who is basically a complete stranger ?
Especially someone who is as built and attractive to a huge portion of submissive-inclined gays ? In which world would someone like that have to send his profile around to complete strangers outside a dating app ?
It is laughable. The catfishing is so obvious, yet this is not a dating app ! And to add insult to injury, he ticks off all my turn-offs ! The nerves of some…
But then an idea crosses my mind.
I am very horny after that climbing session, and I haven’t had the opportunity to expunge it from my system yet.
So… why not entertain him ?
"Hey, woow, such an attractive guy talking to me is that real ???"
I laugh.
"Yes, boy… you like people like me, right ? ^^
‒ Absolutely !!! I looooove clean-shaven people like you !!!"
I imagine his beard receding down under his skin, soon enough all the pores they grew out of close back up, safe for a few ones around his mouth that are religiously shaved.
I think about him putting his hand on his face, and instead of finding his nice beard ‒ or rather neckbeard ‒ he finds clear skin and is shocked… but decides to roll with it.
"Hahah, I’m glad, boy ! That pic I sent was quite old, I still had my beard, but I’m glad you have a good eye ;P
‒ I loooove guys like you, so I knew you’d be clean-shaven, now ! You all are sooo good at keeping track of the trends !
‒ Indeed ! Well, boy, what do you like else on me ?
‒ I love your body hair ! Especially how it is placed only on hot locations, like the treasure trail, the pubes and the armpits ^^"
I hope by now he’s getting afraid, and starting to reconsider bothering me with a catfish as he sees his wild body hair ‒ likely his only "hot attribute", even if fully abandonned ‒ receding down.
Nothing remains on his arms, nothing remains on his legs, only a big bush in his pubes and armpits, as well as a tasty treasure trail. Yummy.
"Yeah"
I smile. He is getting second thoughts ! But don’t worry, random guy, it’s only the beginning !
"Oh and I loooove your build ! I like people with an athletic swimmer’s build, who go to the gym regularly but don’t try to bulk up ! Don’t get me wrong, bulk builds are hot… but toned is where it’s at !"
I smile as I imagine his body deflating, his muscles ‒ or rather belly ‒ falling closer to the bones and firming up. I’d love to see his shoulders pop out with his pecs as abs carve themselves around his navel and his biceps and triceps swell a bit.
God, I should be with him watching him freak the fuck out and being half grateful half pleading for everything to stop ! I do not usually have that dominant streak to me, but I like having fun from time to time…
"Dude what are you doing to me !"
Ah, "dude". I’m sure he’s noticing his change of speech patterns just as he sent that message. A nice side-effect.
"what the hell bro i don’t talk like that !" He continues, before again sending another message. "fckin hell bruh, i didnt mean to write it lik that man !"
Hah, his writing quality is degrading so fast ! I’m pretty sure he’s soon going to be dropping some Gen Z slang to sound cool !
And I’m not even doing anything to encourage that, I guess the jockish affirmations have been enough for him to transform himself ! I don’t know how old he was, but I’m sure by the end of it he’ll be around my age, heheheh !
"Nothing ! I’m just admiring you ! :P" I troll him before going for the killing blow. "I especially love your hair, I love that cap hairstyle, it’s so popular on Tiktok !!!!"
He doesn’t answer immediately, I assume as his scalp first starts itching, and then tufts of blonde hair sprout in a fluffy mess. I prefer imagining it coming out from the bald cranium of the guy whose picture he sent me, but I must admit it likely filled up his heavily receding hairline ‒ menkind’s worst curse by far.
The hair however quickly starts behaving itself as the strands arrange one another towards the front, where they hang above his eyes, when suddenly… WOOSH ! The hair flies upwards to create a straight band of fluffy mess, like the stiff bill of a baseball cap.
The perfect cringy haircut, fit for a cringy guy who tried to catfish me and somehow ended up looking like what I assume is a hottie.
"bro wth did u do i look so fckn good no cap" Fuck that’s too hot ! "dude can u make me write normally tho its bad for my rizz fr"
Hilarious ! Unfortunately I can’t do anything for him, it’s what I wanted ! But let me just make a few final adjustments…
"Don’t worry, you might not like it but it flatters the smart guys and the nice guys you’re so into ! You love how they’re smarter than you, and they love to get the attention of a hot guy like you !"
I can feel the neurons pouring out of his brain as I wait for his answer. This way, he can reverse catfish !
"fck dude ur so smart ! like bruh im kinda dumb but ur like at another level broski !
‒ Haha thanks ! By the way, do you have another pic ? I don’t want you to be catfishing me !
‒ sure !"
He turned out perfect. God I’ve outdone myself, his hair is poking out just right in front of the backwards cap that likely materialized on his head !
I didn’t expect the rest of his stuff to shift accordingly. However, I’m fully taken by the chain that wrapped around his neck and the fancy iPhone he took this picture with. I guess, now, he’s become my type !
"Wow you look sooooo hot !" This time I’m not even sarcastic.
‒ thx bro ! u look good too !" I didn’t send him my pic. "wanna swing by mine and suck my dick ?"
Oh, I think there’s been a misunderstanding.
"Uh… I’m actually a top… what do you feel about sucking my dick ?
‒ fck dude id love that !"
Aaron sighed as he kicked another rock down the walking path. He found himself here a lot nowadays. It offered him some much needed peace and a place to think about his life. In reality, Aaron was overjoyed. His wife was due any day and he’d be a father soon. But Aaron was anxious. His dad was not much of a father and left the family when he was young. And because of that, the soon to be father was worried... what if he was a bad father? What if he messed up something? He never had a real role model. With another sigh, he sat down on the edge of a small pond and started skipping stones. As he looked out over the lake, he didn’t register the strange glow coming from the stone in his hand.
“I just wish I’ll be a good dad.” He whispered as he tossed the stone.
He watched as the stone hopped across the pond and with each hop glowing slightly brighter. He was fixated on the strange glow- it was perhaps one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. But his amazement quickly subsided as he felt a cool breeze pass over his bare skin. Wait... bare skin!? Aaron jumped up and looked down at his naked form. He quickly covered his junk and looked around in terror. Where’d his clothes go? What if someone saw him? Wait... since when did his chest hair look like that? Aaron watched as the light dusting of chest hairs that adorned his toned chest started to darken. And as they darkened, more started to sprout across his pale skin. He raised his hand to his chest, confirming that these new growths were real, but quickly yelped in surprise when he noticed the same wiry dark hairs sprouting across his arms.
“I need to get help.” He whispered, turning his attention away from the thick pelt that was growing over him, “Where’s my phone? Fuck did that disappear to? I’ll just need to ask someone... anyone...”
Aaron took a step forward to start his search and cried out in pain as his foot touched the ground. It felt like all the muscles in his body were contracting. He watched through teary eyes as his calves and thighs exploded with muscle- thickening and becoming large like tree trunks. He winced as he raised his arms and watched as his previously thin and toned musculature started to thicken. His forearms were first, followed by his biceps and triceps, which were becoming padded with thick layers of muscle and fat. While incredibly painful, he was amazed. What guy doesn’t dream of having muscles like this? But this wasn’t natural and he couldn’t do anything as his body continued to transform against his will. Aaron watched as his flat, but now hairy abdomen, pushed out with layers of fat. He’d never be called “beanpole” again, he realized. But just as his stomach was blossoming into a firm muscle gut, his hairy chest was following closely. He packed on layers of muscle and fat to his previously toned chest. All the while, a pleasure was building from nipples, which were becoming larger and perkier. Aaron let out a silent cry as a cold sweat washed over him and his muscles relaxed.
“I... need... help...” He breathed out, flipping over and forcing himself up.
He stood unsteadily on his thickened legs. He was certainly taller than before. And as he tried to reorient himself, he became unbalanced and fell to his knees. He met his reflection in the still pond water. It was still him. His light dirty blond hair, kind eyes, and youthful face. But... but he couldn’t help but noticed that his stubble looked slightly darker. And before he could do anything, he watched with dread as his facial hair became darker and started to form into a manly beard. He couldn’t turn away as he watched his dirty blond hair fall from the top of his head, until he was completely bald. And then a new feeling washed over him as his skin became tougher and weathered as his body aged rapidly.
“No... fuck no.” He whispered as he turned away from his new reflection, “This... how did this?” He winced at how gruff and deep his new voice was. This didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. He felt tears in his eyes as he looked down as his hairier, older, and thicker form.
And suddenly the world spun around him- shifting and changing rapidly. The now older man felt his head spin as the world around him changed. He was no longer in a park, but instead what looked like a home workout room. Weights and equipment scattered all around him. And as the world stopped spinning, he attempted to regain his footing, but fell with a loud bang.
“Fuck!” He shouted, his deeper voice again causing him to wince. He quickly looked around, but everything seemed to be tinted darker, “Sunglasses?” He whispered as he caught sight of himself in the gym’s mirror, “What am I wearing?” It looked like some type of leather harness wrapped around his chest, causing his muscular pecs to be more pronounced, “At least I’m not naked anymore.” He mused, looking down at the white jockstrap that covered his dick, “Where the fuck am I? I need to find Amy and get help...”
“Daddy?” Aaron froze when he heard the high-pitched, feminine, yet decidedly male voice. He turned and locked eyes with the man, “Oh my god, daddy are you okay?”
Aaron’s eyes widened as the younger man ran towards him, wearing nothing more than a light-blue jockstrap. Each step causing the platinum blond man’s ass to bounce. Aaron was mesmerized, his eyes fixated on the guy’s massive bubble butt. How perky and jiggly it was. How much he wanted to squeeze it. Wait? Squeeze it?
“I don’t need you.” Aaron spat, picking himself up, “Get away from me!” Wait... why was his cock growing? He wasn’t into men? Or their sexy asses. Sexy? Aaron gripped his head, “Wait... no... stop...”
“But daddy, I just want to help you.” The twink bit his lower lip and walked up to Aaron, “And you’ve been working so hard.” He traced his hands along Aaron’s hairy muscular torso, “Please daddy, just a taste.” He moaned as his hand slipped under Aaron’s jockstrap.
Aaron’s mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. He was going to be a father... but wasn’t he already a daddy? A daddy? A damn good daddy, right? But didn’t he like women? Wasn’t he married? Why would he be married? Since when was he ever with a woman? Since when did he ever want to be with a woman?
“Please daddy.” The twink moaned as he pulled down the jockstrap, freeing Aaron’s cock. And he didn’t protest.
As the twink wrapped his mouth around the older man’s cock, Aaron’s mind spun even faster. It felt so good, so much better than any time with a woman. And as he looked down at the slut on his knees, his ass jiggling with each thrust of Aaron’s monster cock, a new feeling washed over him.
“Deeper, boy.” Aaron commanded, gripping the back of the twink’s head and forcing his cock deeper, “Show daddy how much you want it.”
The twink obliged and Aaron threw his head back in pleasure. His spinning thoughts were settling down. His new identity taking hold. He was a dom daddy. A good daddy for his little slut. Nothing before this mattered- nothing ever mattered, just this. Even his old self was becoming content, quieting down and falling into a state of blissful pleasure. After all, he just wanted to be a good daddy? Wish granted, right?
“God damn, boy!” Aaron shouted as he came, sending torrents of cum down his slut’s throat. He sat down on the workout bench, while his slut breathed heavily.
“Oh daddy, thank you.” The twink moaned, “You’re the best daddy ever.”
Aaron smirked, “Damn right, boy.” He smirked at himself in the mirror. Fuck he looked good. A true man. His attention turned back to his slut, “Now boy, are you ready for round two?”
the cinematography and visuals are always really great in cinematics it's a shame we barely get any these days lol. and it's only 3 minutes like pls I've taken pisses that were longer give us something MORE! But at LEAST we didn't get bbno$ singing so its okay. Nobody spoke, either. More thoughts at the bottom, tho.
so they strap Sage in a torture machine to face her demons and over come them. (i'm joking but that's what it looks like 😭)
LOOK AT HER DELTS, TRICEPS AND FOREARMS! Skye makes her look small in comparison but Sage is still jacked. Like calisthenics versus a bodybuilder lmao.
Side note: I think Skye should do more overhead pulls, skull crushers kickbacks and dips. Her triceps look very flat. i LOVE triceps work because they're the reason why my arms look big despite having very small biceps right now lol.
I assume Iso came along as extra protection but also why is he here? Because he's Chinese? 😭😭 whatever sure. Jett and Neon are also close to Sage (closer I would argue) but like ok.
I like how Sage and Omega Viper are the only ones seen in different outfits this cinematic. They're the only two agents that own a wardrobe. Also yess girl wear that mid-riff who cares if you're pushing 50 you look great.
And that's like FOUR agents with a motorbike now. Harbor, Brimstone, Yoru and now O-Viper. They should start a Motorcycle Club. But also, let's get some variety. Make someone own a moped. Make someone own a Toyota Corolla. 🤷
Okay, so, nice looking screencaps out of the way, let's compare this to the last three map reveal trailers, Corrode, Abyss and Sunset.
Corrode was short, and most of it was gameplay, but it at least had voice acting. It was more of a gameplay showcase than driving the story forward, mostly because Corrode didn't really have a story presence, unlike Abyss and Sunset. It sort of was just a thing to show during the tournament or whatever was going on at the time in Paris, and because the map was set in France. Adding in gameplay rather than animating anything just feels lazy. Like they made the cinematic around the gameplay clips. Gameplay clips are not a good thing in a cinematic.
Abyss was also three minutes, but was linked to the Scions, Omen and Iso, and had no gameplay cuts so it "felt" more cinematic. I don't mind this one. The map trailers generally show the "newest" agents at the time it was released, which were Clove and Iso. It was pretty to look at. I personally liked the lighting in this one, even if the character models weren't necessarily my favourite kind of design. Up close, Clove and Iso looked good, but some scenes they looked a bit funky. I think their faces were modeled really well, just some of the animations looked a bit off. Nit-picky, yeah, but I like animation and film so I like talking about it lol. I think the Abyss trailer is fine. There isn't much to say about it.
Sunset was roughly five minutes. It was part of the Gekko and Deadlock Radivore arc. There's no gameplay at all, either. Gekko and Deadlock were the "new" agents at the time so they were present and spoke. I don't know if this would work with any of the other maps, but Sunset's cinematic was clearly portraying how the map became what it was. I know Duelists, I think, showed O-Jett blowing up Ascent, too, so I'm guessing all the cinematics chronologically take place before the map is in the game. I don't know if you get what I'm saying, but like, yeah. I'm trying to say that the cinematics give context to the maps in-game, or at least, they should. I think Sunset is my favourite map trailer (mostly because DEADLOCK!!! is present) but also because the agent interactions were great between Deadlock, Sova, Gekko and Wingman. And Brimstone has a tattoo, that's cool. I think more trailers should be like Sunset, where it pushes the arc forward while also introducing a new set piece. Unfortunately, Riot believed this was a decent enough "conclusion" to the arc and has never brought up anything relating to Radivores again.
So going back to Summit, it was three minutes, had no dialogue, pushed Sage's arc forward, and had no gameplay. It makes it sort of a blend between Abyss and Sunset, but not quite checking all the boxes. I believe Riot has been putting in less and less effort into the cinematics, starting at Clove's trailer and continuing on. The videos are getting shorter and shorter, have less substance and most dialogue has been replaced by musical artist collaborations.
They aren't even doing meet the voice actor videos anymore, with the two most recent being Clove and Deadlock. I get that's more dependent on the VA's, but I wouldn't be surprised if they just didn't bother to reach out to them to ask if they wanted to do an interview. Carolina Ravassa has probably done more Q&A's with the voice actors than Riot have on her Instagram 😭
I am almost certain all the budget from overpriced skins and cosmetics is going towards the E-Sports and not towards the creative teams, which is probably why we are getting such lackluster content in that department. Yet, they go above and beyond for VCT or whatever the fuck.
Summit would have benefited a lot more from dialogue. Even just a little bit. It's a visual and auditory medium, therefore, we will not be able to understand these characters and inner monologues without external actions. Body language is good, but not good enough when you can also have DIALOGUE. All we can do is make assumptions on how Sage is feeling through what is essentially mimed to us and visual metaphors. Facial expressions and everything. But no words. No "thoughts" expressed through a voice in Sage's head. How is she feeling? What is she thinking? What is she planning? What is Viper feeling? Ect. This is Sage's arc, her cinematic, had it hyped up with the three most angsty agents ever pacing around a green screen room lamenting in bitterness, sorrow and pain, the Range emails and phone calls, and it was basically a music video. 😔
People are eating it up, and while I wouldn't call it slop because it is a very beautiful cinematic, it's just... Mediocre. Like, okay, sure, whatever, thank you, next. I think Riot peaked with REVELATIONS, and it's all been downhill from there.
Riot will put more effort into the next Premium skinline than their next cinematic.
I'm not necessarily disappointed since I was not expecting the next coming of Christ but it cannot be denied that Riot is getting lazy.
shoyo hinata swore today would be the best day of his life.
rushing to get any necessary items and tugging on his shorts, the biggest smile is plastered on his face.
after finding oikawa, the other invited him for a little match at the beach. sure, he’s practiced with maybe one or two people or even by himself, but today would be his first ever match. his smile grew knowing that every step, even his lowest points, brought him to this moment. his head perked up upon hearing oikawa’s call from outside his bedroom door.
“hurry up, shrimpy! weather’s been actin’ up, sun night not be out the whole day!”
—
the sun was, in fact, out the whole day.
shoyo, of all people, knew and especially felt that.
his whole body was an uncomfortable shade of red, his newfound friends just wincing looking at it. in his rush and excitement, he (obviously) forgot to put on sunscreen. he’s honestly mesmerized at how he can leave a handprint on his shoulder and it can just go back to neon red.
as the sky turns a golden orange, the other players call it a day and bid the duo goodbye. as his adrenaline wore down, shoyo suddenly felt pain everywhere on his body. he begged oikawa to jump in the water for a few minutes to cool off, but they’d already reserved a place for dinner. the orange-haired boy hangs his head in defeat.
“sho… you really need aloe vera or something,” oikawa sighed with furrowed brows.
“well did you-”
“no, sorry,” oikawa cuts him off, sass radiating as he already predicted his question.
“well why didnt you?” hinata slightly snaps back, side eye deathly and annoyance creeping up with the sting.
“you really think i carry aloe around?”
“don’t you preach about skin care or something?”
“yeah, enough to know to constantly put on sunscreen, let alone put it on at all.”
“you forgot, didn't you.”
“no idea who you’re talking to.”
god, he’s really like kageyama, hinata thinks to himself with a sigh as oikawa stomps off.
in the corner of his eye, he sees a girl sitting under a tree. the golden rays kiss her entire figure, luminating her enough to make hinata think she were an angel. mustering up his courage, he trudges through the sand like a man on a mission.
—
you just about finished the chapter you were on, grabbing your little book marker and closing up that world you were lost in. as you stand up, dusting off the back of your cover-up, a man awkwardly approaches you.
“uh hi!” he starts off. he pauses for a bit almost as if he was at war in his mind over whether or not that was a good greeting.
“um… hi?” you reply, a little intrigued at this interaction. you took this time to look at him and all you saw was muscle. biceps, triceps, shoulders, and quads galore. you caught a glance at his chest, pecs peeking out from behind his loose, white tank top — if it weren’t for that piece of fabric, you would’ve lost your mind. darting your eyes back up to his, you noticed he probably did the same.
“can i help you?” you softly questioned, breaking the tense silence.
“oh right! um… o-oh yeah! are you… d- wait…” the boy stuttered, orange hair tangled in the slight breeze. he definitely didn’t rehearse this, if he had something to rehearse at all. you smiled at how he fumbled over himself, heart beating a little faster than it already was.
“ah! um, do you have aloe vera perchance?” he asks, smiling to himself that he finally had an excuse remembered what he was going to ask.
oh god, that smile… you thought to yourself, starting to feel your knees weaken.
“u-um… yeah i think i do! well i hope i do.. wait where’s my bag.” now it was your turn to fumble all over yourself. the boy smiled at you as you walked towards your bag, slinging one strap over your shoulder and pushing the other side open. after a second or so, you finally reached a familiar bottle and handed it to him.
“thank you so much! you’re a life saver,” he exclaimed. he squeezed some into the palm of his hand and rubbed it over his arms. he repeated this process and all you did was watch. as golden hour came and passed, his body, too, was a beautiful gold that you just couldn’t pull your eyes away from. shadows danced all around his hair as he stuck his tongue out in concentration. his eyes, hazel and wide with wonder, mirrored the sun’s glow — it was hard to tell the difference between the two at this point.
“my names shoyo hinata, by the way!” he said, much more relaxed than earlier. you felt like melting into a puddle and knew damn well it wasn’t because of the heat.
“nice to meet you! i’m-”
“shoyo! come on, we’re gonna lose our reservation!” another boy with brown hair calls out. hinata darts his head towards him and hurriedly closes the bottle and hands it back to you.
“i’m so sorry, i have to go. thank you soso so so so so sososo much again!” he rambles, hands flailing around as if he were trying to comfort you with them, but choosing to restrain himself. you were about to speak again when he started backing away.
“i hope i'll see you again soon, ‘gel!” he calls before running back to meet his friend. as he went back into the distance, you squealed and struggled to not start doing cartwheels all around the shore. not only was he sweet as sugar and a fucking god-given sculpture, but he even gave you a cute(??) nickname!!
as you pack up your stuff, you make a mental note to by a couple more bottles of aloe vera.
—
“so, who was that, sho?” oikawa asked, food pushed to the side of his cheek to ask the burning question.
“someone,” he replied, the cheekiest grin on his face.
“mmhm,” oikawa smirked. “her name’s jell or something?”
“oh, i don’t know her name,” hinata looked up with doe eyes. “i just called her ‘gel.”
“ohh got it got it. is it ‘cus she gave you that aloe?” he asks with a raised brow, fork pointing hinata’s way.
hinata smiled to himself, the red on his face being a mixture of two reasons: the sun and his angel.
Hey, you got anything that comes in a matching pair? It’s my best friend’s birthday coming up and I can’t think of what to get him for the life of me, but he’s like a brother to me, I gotta find something! So I was thinking some sort of sentimental thing? One for me and one for him?
The Muscular Twins
“Hey, you got anything that comes in a matching pair? It’s my best friend’s birthday coming up and I can’t think of what to get him for the life of me, but he’s like a brother to me, I gotta find something! So I was thinking some sort of sentimental thing? One for me and one for him?” You said to the muscular man that was sitting on the other side of the makeshift table listening to what you want to buy.
He looks around his garage that’s cluttered with random items that have seen better days, then his eyes stop on two snapback hats that have the same black and red design. They are a bit dusty, but you can see that they are in good condition. “Hmm, I can only think of few items here that are match in design, but maybe this one,” He says as he picks up the hats and blows off the dust from them.
The muscular man handed you the 2 snapbacks. “I absentmindedly bought two the same design from way back. I’m willing to sell this to you in just 5 dollars both, I have included some discount as a birthday gift also to your best friend.” He smiles and handed the snapback to you.
You couldn’t believe your luck. A matching set of hats, almost brand new, for only 5 bucks? That’s what you call a steal! Your eyes widened as you handed over the crumpled bill, feeling the excitement bubble up inside of you. "Really wow, I've got myself a deal!" You exclaimed, giving him a hearty thumbs up. He chuckled, looking slightly amused by your enthusiasm, but you didn't care. This was going to be the perfect gift.
You took one last admiring glance at the snapbacks, it's black having matching design. "Wow, thank you so much, sir!" You beamed, your voice full of gratitude. You couldn't wait to see the look on your best friend's face when he opens the present. You pocketed the hats and dashed out of the garage, the excitement in your stride making you feel like you could run a marathon.
As you walked home, the warm sun beating down on your head, you decided to try one of the hats on. It fit snugly, the cool fabric feeling surprisingly comfortable against your skin. But as you looked down at your reflection in a nearby car window, something peculiar happened. Your vision grew hazy, like someone had thrown a fine mist over your eyes.
The sounds of the street grew distant, and suddenly, you are at a gym and you saw a figure standing beside you. It was a muscular man, flexing his arms. You blinked, but the image remained. You reached up to touch your forehead, wondering if you were hallucinating from the heat, but as your hand came into view, you realized with a start that the man beside you was a muscular twin of yours. You asked his name and he replied to you with the name of your best friend. You got confused as it is definitely not your best friend's face.
The muscular twin looked over to you and grinned, flexing his bicep in a show of strength.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," your muscular twin said, snapping you out of your daze. You glanced down at your hands, now large and powerful, and felt the urge to flex them. You obeyed the impulse, and sure enough, your forearms bulged with muscles that looked like they could crush a watermelon. You followed the new contours of your arms up to your biceps, which now resembled the rolling hills of a majestic mountain range, veins pulsing like rivers through the valleys of your muscles.
Your eyes widened in amazement as you took in the rest of your body. Your triceps had taken on the distinct shape of a horseshoe, each bulge pronounced and powerful. It was as if someone had sculpted you from clay, adding muscle where there was once only skin and bone. You couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of your shoulders, which now felt like boulders beneath your fingertips. You rotated your arms, feeling the weight and the power that came with them. "This is… insane!" you murmured to yourself, still in shock.
As your hands traveled upwards, your fingertips grazed the base of your neck, and that's when you felt it - the unmistakable swell of your trapezius muscles. They bulged out, creating a formidable frame around your neck. You had never felt so… so powerful, so invincible. The snapback hat on your head now felt like a crown, a symbol of this newfound strength.
You muscular twin leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Bro, are you okay?" he asked. "You're touching yourself like you've never seen muscles before." You tried to ignore him, but his question only served to amplify your confusion. What was happening to you? Was this some kind of trick the hat was playing on you, or a side effect of the heat?
With trembling fingers, you reached up to your chest, expecting to feel the familiar softness of your own body. But instead, your hands encountered two firm mounds of muscle that felt like beach balls strapped to your torso. You gave them an experimental squeeze, and to your astonishment, they bounced back. "What the…" you murmured, your voice now a deep rumble that resonated through your new body.
Your gaze shifted down to your stomach, expecting to see the usual rolls that accompanied every deep breath, but instead, you found yourself staring at a washboard of abs. You traced the lines with your fingertips, each ridge as firm and defined as if it had been chiseled by an artist. You had never seen anything like it, let alone felt it. Your muscular twin was watching you with an amused smirk, clearly enjoying the shock and awe etched across your face.
As you continued to explore, you looked down at your legs. The workout shorts you had been wearing now clung to your thighs, which bulged with power, each muscle group clearly defined. You could see the fabric straining ever so slightly with every flex, a testament to the sheer mass you have. Your calves looked thick and strong. It was as if you'd been lifting weights your whole life, but you'd never even stepped foot in a gym.
Curiosity piqued, you reached back to feel your butt. To your astonishment, it felt like you were cupping two pillows. Each cheek was firm yet yielding, the perfect blend of power and comfort. You couldn't help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation. You wiggled your hips slightly, watching the muscles ripple beneath your skin, and felt a strange sense of pride.
Your muscular twin chuckled. "Dude, seriously, you can't get enough of your body?" His voice was a blend of your own, but with a cocky edge that you'd never heard before. You looked around, realizing that you were indeed standing in front of a mirror in the gym. The smell of sweat and iron filled your nostrils as you took in the sight of gleaming workout equipment and posters of bodybuilders adorning the walls.
Embarrassed, you quickly averted your gaze from your reflection, but the damage was done. Your twin had a point; you were ogling your new form with the same enthusiasm you'd reserve for a celebrity crush. You felt a flush creep up your neck, but the feeling of power was too exhilarating to ignore. Before you knew it, your arms were flexing in a double bicep pose.
The sound of your own voice, deeper and more confident than ever before, filled the room. "Damn bro, I'm hot!" You said, unable to hold back the grin that stretched across your face. The muscles in your neck and shoulders tensed and bulged, creating an intimidating frame for your grin. Your twin winked and gave a thumbs up, seemingly approving of your swagger like it is just a normal day for him.
He leaned closer. "Of course, bro, we're the unstoppable twin brothers," he said with a laugh, flexing his biceps. "Twin brothers?" you questioned, your voice still unfamiliar to your ears. "What do you mean by that?"
"Bro, come on, don't you remember?" Your twin brother's eyes searched yours, filled with a camaraderie that was eerily familiar. "We've always been twin brothers, two peas in a pod. We decided to hit the gym together, to push each other to be our best selves. And now look at us, muscle gods in the making!"
You nodded, the fog in your mind slowly lifting as you began to accept the absurd reality presented to you. The bond with your twin brother was something you cherished deeply. You'd always had a competitive streak, pushing each other to be better, and the results were undeniable. The mirror reflected not one, but two of you, both grinning and flexing like champions.
The memories of countless hours spent in the gym flooded back, the sweat, the grunts, the smell of chalk and victory. You remembered the days when you'd just started, the struggle to even lift the barbell, and how your twin had been there, spotting you, encouraging you. You woke up, you are back again in the streets but something is different.
You looked down at your outfit. Gone were the baggy tees and loose shorts you'd been wearing earlier, replaced with a tight-fitting shirt that clung to your newfound muscles like a second skin, and a pair of shorts that highlighted the powerful thighs beneath them. The snapback hat was still perched on your head, but now it looked like it belonged, like it was a part of your very essence. Your mind was different, it's like the personality and life of yourself in your daydream was put into your mind and replaced your identity.
You could feel the determination coursing through your veins, pumping with the same rhythm as your newfound strength. The mission was clear: you had to give your best friend the other snapback hat and make him a part of this transformation. The thought of the two of you as a muscular twin brothers was too enticing to resist.
The day of his birthday party arrived, and you were nowhere to be found. You'd been preparing for this moment, waiting for the perfect time to reveal your gift. Your heart raced as you watched from the shadows, waiting for the moment when your friend would open the box containing the snapback. The party was in full swing, the air thick with the smell of barbecue and the sound of laughter and music.
When he finally unwrapped the hat that was gifted by you, his eyes lit up with confusion before shifting to a tentative smile. He held it up to his head, inspecting the black hat. "Thanks, man," he said, turning it over in his hands. "But where are you?" His voice was filled with a hint of sadness that you hadn't anticipated.
But as soon as he pulled the hat over his blonde hair, everything changed. His body began to spasm, his muscles grew at an alarming rate, ripping through the fabric of his shirt and pants like they were made of paper. His skin stretched taut over the new muscles, veins popping out like a map of uncharted territories across his biceps, forearms, and chest. You watched in awe, your heart racing as the transformation unfolded before your eyes. The party continues, it was if the people can't see what was happening to your best friend.
His eyes widened in shock and a bit of pain, but he remained silent, his jaw clenched as if he could somehow hold back the overwhelming power surging through him. His cheekbones grew more prominent, his nose more aquiline, contorting to look like yours. It was like watching a caterpillar become a butterfly, except it was happening in a matter of seconds and with a soundtrack of fabric tearing.
The partygoers continued their conversations, oblivious to the monumental transformation happening right beside them. The music and chatter grew distant as the intensity of his change grew stronger, like the whole world was muffled by a thick fog, and all that existed was the two of you. The only indication of the chaos within him was the tremor in his hands, which grew steadier as the hat's power took hold.
The last of his clothes gave way with a final, dramatic rip, revealing a body that was a mirror image of yours. His blonde hair had morphed into a sleek black mane that framed his new, angular features.
As the dust of his transformation settled, your best friend blinked, looking around the room as if seeing it for the first time. The panic in his eyes was replaced with a vacant stare, and for a moment, you feared you had made a mistake. But then, something clicked into place, and his eyes refocused, a smirk playing on his lips. The hat had not just changed his appearance; it had also changed his essence, turning him into your twin brother in every conceivable way.
The room around you blurred, and suddenly, the party scene shifted. The garish streamers and balloons that had been scattered around for your best friend's birthday were replaced with more sophisticated decorations. The faces of the people around you morphed into those of your actual family members and friends, who had all gathered to celebrate the two of you. You realized with a start that the party was now in your honor as well, a celebration of the bond that you and your twin brother shared.
I've been watching him the whole day from a distance, here in the gym. Something about how his boyish look looks so insane in contrast to his huge, muscular body. Every time I hear him grunt or groan from doing a set of his workouts, I feel my heart pounding in my chest and my dick throbbing inside my sweatpants. If anyone would be my first subject, this guy is the best subject right here in the gym.
I maintain my distance from him, careful not to give him any reason to be suspicious of my presence. Anxiety, stress, and fear slows down the effect of my gift. Good thing that people tend to feel energized and pumped up after a good workout. So I bid my time, do some time with the treadmill and the Jacob's ladder step machine while keeping tabs on my target. After 2 hours of pushing his body to its limits, my man throws in the towel over his shoulder, high-fives his spotter, and goes into the locker room.
I give him a few minutes before I follow him into the locker as to not be suspicious. There are only a few men at the gym today so it's not hard for me to figure that my man is inside the stall where the shower is running. I place my hand over my crotch to hide my raging boner poking a hole through my sweatpants. If someone sees a short, skinny, and lightweight man like me, hanging around the locker room with a raging boner, people might figure out what I'm up to. But who am I kidding? Magic has become part of pop culture and people treat it as a fantasy rather than a lost art.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my man opening the stall door and coming out from his cold shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He hums a popular song about meeting up in an apartment as he light bangs his head in tune and walks past me. My man didn't even give a dime about how I looked at him as he got out of the shower until he reached his locker. As he casually puts his underwear, I slowly walk up behind him and extend my hand until I'm touching his muscular back.
Before my man can react, I shoot out my newly weaved spell into his spine. His whole body froze up as he dropped his underwear that he was holding. His arms fall to his side as I can feel him tensing his body, struggling to fight off the invading threads of my spell spreading its influence and control all over his body. I wait for a couple of minutes before removing my hand from his back. My man's posture adjusts as he slowly turns at me with a confused and angry look on his face.
If my formula is correct, my spell should be able to piggyback on the subject's confidence and pride to bring out their innate need for approval and validation of their magnificent self. My spell will then increase their agreeableness ten folds and direct it towards me. Every compliment I give will make them feel so good since they will genuinely believe me and slowly make them feel the constant need for my recognition. Before he could say anything, I introduced myself to my man, and gave him his first test.
"We're cool, you like it when I touch you like that. In fact, you want to show off in front of me so that I'll touch your body even more." I calmly say to my man as he raises his left eye brow and pouts his lips just a little.
"Oh yeah, so how do you feel about this? Want to touch these guns?" He jokingly says as he raises both of his arms in front of me and mimics some bodybuilder poses that he knows will accentuate the triceps and biceps that he worked so hard for.
"Aren't they beautiful? You can touch them if you like, I won't mind." My man invites me as he gives me a sultry look while pouting his lips seductively.
He looks so proud of himself right now, a good indicator that my spell is working as intended. I proceed to get closer to my man as I start touching his bulging arms, making him sigh proudly as I caress every curvature and depression of his arms like a piece of sculpted art. I look at my man's eyes as he stares confidently back at me.
"Tell me your full name, age, ethnicity, height, weight, foot size, sexual orientation, current romantic relationship, hobbies, and sports you play." I calmly ask my man as he chuckles at my sudden requests, enjoying the attention as I explore his torso nest.
"Name's Brad Thomas Thompson, but most people call me Big Brad. I'm 25 years old, Causasian. I stand at 6'8" and weigh around 260 pounds, mostly muscle. My shoe size is 14, if you were wondering," Brad says with a wink while his large hand finds your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he continues.
"Sexually, I've always identified as straight, fucked a bunch of sluts, but not planning to be tied down for now. As for hobbies, I love football, working out, and... well, Football!" Brad finishes with a big grin on his face as I continue to let my hands wander all over his pillowy, meaty pecs.
"Oh, I'm also 25! I'm Cleto, by the way. Nice to meet you, Big Brad. You look so handsome and manly up close. And gosh, you smell so musky even after a shower. Such a man." I purr as I plan to stoke his ego even more, giving my spell inside his body a boost as it piggybacks on his confidence and pride.
"Oh Cleto... I'm a man, alright. I don't usually talk like this to fags like you, but damn twink, you just know how to catch my attention." Brad's grin grows widely as he towers over me, places his right hand on my shoulder, and flexes his left arm to let me get a whiff of his musk.
I just smirk back at Brad. The first part of my spell is a success. The subject's usual inhibitions and reservations crumbles as my spell skyrockets their confidence to an insane degree, one where they will do anything that feels right in the moment without thinking too much about. Now that's done, let's see if Big Brad here will pass his second and last test.
"it's been nice talking to you, Big Brad. See you again some time." I just said my goodbye as I turned around and walked away.
I walk to my locker and gather my things as I can feel Big Brad doing the same. He would occasionally sneak a peak at me before he continues packing up with a smile. As I walk out of the locker and out of the gym. I can feel the presence of my spell close by, knowing that Big Brad is still checking me out. I get into my car and let out a sigh, smiling as this will be the hardest part of the test. I just hope that it will be as rewarding as I hoped it would be.
For the next few days, whenever I go to the gym, I would see Big Brad pumping the heaviest weight he can manage and letting out loud groans as he works out. I will just focus on doing my stretches and cardio since my goal is to stay slim and not build up heavy muscles. I like being petite so cardio will be fine. While doing my workouts, Big Brad will occasionally walk up to me, talk to me about how he's pushing his body to its limits, and how pumped up he was that day. I would smile and compliment him all the time, as we walked into the locker room and got changed.
After two weeks of repeated cycles, I notice that Big Brad is acting so differently today. The moment I walk into the gym, I just see him standing there at the front desk. I notice him fiddling with his wavy hair, checking his face on his phone, and even smelling his breath for some reason. I flash a smile on my face as I walk up to the front desk to sign in.
"Hey, Big Brad! Are you working for the gym now?" I ask as I write on the sign in form.
"Nah, just manning the fort while Jeeves take a leak. In for your daily cardio?" He asks as he immediately hovers in front of me while I write down my details.
"Yeah! I easily gain weight when I'm not moving around." I causally reply as I look up and see him brightly smiling at me.
"Oh yeah? I know a lot of weight loss exercises that you can do to lose weight and build mass at the same time." Brad offers, with a smirk plastered on his face.
"I like being petite, so I have to pass." I said as I walked away from the front desk and headed to the locker room to put my bag.
As I finish putting in my stuff, I pull out my Bluetooth headphones and start playing my favorite workout tunes. I check my phone for any notification before I lock my locker and turn around. I suddenly bumped into Brad as I didn't notice him standing behind me. He reached out to my headphones and yanked it off my ears. He's staring at me with a darkened gaze and with a smug smirk.
"Didn't know you're into harassing weaker men, Big Brad. I guess I just thought better from you." I chuckle, trying to dismiss his sudden assertiveness.
"Yeah, not harassing, more like taking what I deserve. You didn't even notice my haircut, Cleto. I was hurt you didn't compliment me. I thought that you of all people would notice if I change my hair since you see me everyday. I believe you owe me." Brad says, his voice deep and dripping with something else while his eyes are expecting.
I look around the locker room and it seems that Brad and I are alone. I just realized that I haven't seen anyone working out when I walked in. I look up to Brad as I fake a nervous laugh.
"Oh, right! Your hair looks a little different than usual, Big Brad. It looks good on you. Say, where's everyone, by the way?" I ask as I feel Brad getting closer to me.
"Jeeves wants to close the gym early because he has a party to go to. I asked him if I could stay for a little while since you haven't arrived yet. I know you always arrive at the same time so I said to Jeeves that I can hold the fort just until you come in. He actually teased me that I'm smitten, you know? I've never been like this with anyone else." Brad explains as he slowly inches closer to me, until he's so close that I can feel the heat coming out of his body. His eyes are looking down at me, hungry and expecting.
"Big Brad, are you saying that you like me?"
"Don't be naive, Cleto. I know what you're doing these past couple of days. I know you like me, and I mean, who wouldn't. It might have taken me this long to consider the possibility of being with a gay twink like you. Take it as a favor from me that I'm actually talking to you right now, alone, and I waited for you to come in." Brad placed his huge, calloused hand in my shoulder as he forced me to sit down on the beach behind me.
I smile at Brad. He just passed my second test. Since confidence is already high enough, he's willing to do anything he feels like doing at the moment. Right now, he craves my approval and willingly stays in the gym until I come in. But after everything didn't play out as he planned, he tossed aside his ego and talked to me, thinking that he could get my approval by approaching me like this. Now's the time to turn this around to my advantage.
"Well, it's true that I like you, Big Brad. But I don't think you're right for me. I don't think I'll be a great partner for you. Again, I appreciate your effort and gesture, but I have to reject your advances." I plainly say to Brad, which made his lips twitch and his eyebrow squint.
"Cleto, I don't think you understand what I'm offering here. You will be MY boyfriend. Look at me. Do you think I casually offer myself to any faggot beside you? I'm the whole package, baby, who wouldn't want to be with me?" Brad confidently states as he places his foot on the beach, trying to intimidate me.
"Well, apparently me. Look, Big Brad. You're a great guy. Like I said when I first saw you, you're so manly and handsome. Those are great attributes for a man to have. You can be with anyone who likes those types. But for me, I think my presence in your life will give you nothing new. You offer everything on the table and I don't have anything else to give in return." I look into Brad's eyes as I can see his confusion.
"What are you talking about? You like me, you should be over the moon that I'm being this close to you." Brad scoffs at my words.
"Well, I understand you're confused, Big Brad. What I'm saying is that, you're offering yourself to be my boyfriend, but what can I offer to you in return? You have everything you need with yourself. You don't need me after all."
Brad appears to be clearly taken by my question that he starts questioning his actions. My spells inside him body allowed me to hear his conflicting thoughts. Why does he like me? What do I have that makes him want me? What is so special about a short, weak twink like me? What compels him throw himself like this to a lowly faggot when he knows he's straight? In a flash, my spell inside his mind and body works its use and starts realigning his thoughts. Brad's mouth opens without him realizing it.
"You know how to make me feel good just by talking to me. I can push with my workouts so hard because I know you'll like my body. I want to look good for you. I want... I want to be good for you." Brad finds himself saying as his eyes widen and his breath hitches.
I smile as my spell completes its purpose. I slowly walk up to Brad as I look straight into his eyes. I reach up to touch his handsome face as he finds his head tilting sideways and rubbing on my palm. His eyes tell me that he has no idea what's happening right now, but he feels so good after saying all of that.
"I see. I think I get it now, Big Brad. You want to be mine, yes? You want to be my good boy." I softly say, the effect on Brad instantly becomes evident.
I see his Adam's apple going up and down as he swallows his spits. He exhales as the air coming out of his mouth vibrates intensely. His eyes are already telling me what I need to know. His head slowly nods as he closes his eyes and starts rubbing his face against my palm harder. I can feel his whole body trembling from the need that now becomes obviously hard to ignore.
"Very well, close the gym before we go. You have a car, right? Let's meet in the parking lot." I purr as I slowly walk away from Brad and let him do what he needs to do.
I view confidence as the driving force in humans. The feeling that pushes them forward and lets them accomplish almost everything. Pride, on the other hand, is how a person sees himself. The idea of who he is, how he thinks, how he acts, and how he interacts. My spell uses these two human concepts and floods the subject's mind and body with it until they snap. Once they do, my spell will override these concepts and replace them with one single thought, me.
It's a slow burn but the result is absolutely amazing. I turn my head to my right as I place my hand on his thigh. I can feel his magnificent body tensing as I glide my palm up to his thigh. I smirk as I give him a firm squeeze while he grunts in response.
"You're so manly and handsome, Brad. I love having a good boy like you around." I softly say as I see a smile forming on his face.
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Ruby:🎶Guess who’s back? Back again. *flips camera*
Adam:Not me! *thumbs up* Let’s get to filming! Wooo!
Crew:Wooooooo!
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Ruby:You know what’s funny about filming a movie where you’re aged up? *steps aside*
Summer:*in DC costume* Sup.
Ruby:I wonder how many people are going to notice the difference.
Summer:They’ll know it’s me when the acting improves.
Ruby:Wow!
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Blake:Excuse me ma’am. Where’s the bathroom?
Yang:Oh it’s just…*flexes bicep* That way to the left.
Blake:Haha, why thank you.
Yang:There’s also one to the…*flexes tricep* right over here.
Nora:Stop it before you pull something you dork.
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Interviewer: So, Yang Xiao Long, fans have noticed you got a few gains for this movie.
Yang:Yep! Never again haha!
Interviewer:What? Why not.
Weiss:She was such a baby off set.
Yang:Mad respect for personal trainers and gym enthusiasts. I like to feel a burn but I missed my arms not being sore. Adam would literally be nice enough to make me oatmeal and I’d just look at sadly because I don’t want to lift the spoon.
Interviewer:Was it as painful for the rest of you?
Blake:I actually think I like protein shakes now and that’s deeply upsetting.
Weiss:I’ve always lived the gym life. They wanted more squats so I gave them more squats.
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Ruby:*sitting sadly*
Superman:*sits beside her* It seems you have a lot on your mind?
Ruby:A lot has changed since we last met; big changes. Atlas fell, my sister and I got into a fight, now we’re here and…Jessica keeps asking about Jaune.
Superman:*tucks lips in* Mmhmm..
Ruby:Like…damn bitch, it was adventure. Let it go.
Crew laughing in the background
Ruby:I got dozens with this guy. Get in line!
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Ozpin:*swinging cane*
Ruby:*getting beaten*
Jessica:*off screen*…I’m actually the director on this episode.
Ruby:*having a panic attack*
Jessica:I wish I was joking. I needed the experience.
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Blake:Guys, I think I know where we are.
Beautiful wide panning shot
Blake:…I think we’re in Candy Land~
Weiss:Fuck ooooffff. *covers face* That was so random! Ahaha!
Yang:Honestly falling from your world into Candy Land sounds more terrifying than a place like Wonderland.
Bloop!
Blake:I think we’re in Wonderland.
Director Roman:Ever After…
Blake:*nods*…I said that so confidently to. Holy hell…
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Jaune:Today I met a little girl who was a RWBY fan. She asked me if there was any way to come back stage to pet Juniper. *bites muffin* I couldn’t tell her that Juniper was a prop.
Neo:So what did you say?
Jaune:I told her I actually don’t get to see him either. Now both of our days are ruined. This job is cruel.
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Pyrrha:Sup guys. It’s me, here to traumatize you again. *flips camera*
Penny:I’m here for the kill assist.
Pyrrha:You think we’ll be in final episode somehow?
Penny:Oh absolutely. I signed up for the role of “Ruby’s friend” and somehow landed “ghost of the narrative” by mistake.
Pyrrha:Saaame! Funny how that works out.
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Weiss:Where are Blake and Yang?
Jaune:Must’ve had bigger things to work out.
Meanwhile on storming bridge
Yang:Bl- what the!?
Adam:*draws sword* THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE MARBLES!!
Blake:Sorry! The more I tried to not of the worst situation, the harder it got!
Yang:…*looks at camera* Can we keep this?
Roman:No.
Yang:But I want another cool fight!
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Oscar:*getting makeup done*
Penny:Ready to die on screen?
Oscar:Yeah. I took notes from the best.
Penny:So you’ve been looking at me?
Oscar:Whenever I can.
Penny:*giggles*
Coco:Hold still and stop flirting!
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Jabberwok:*crumbles into Neo*
Neo:*finger guns*…..*makes Adam*
Blake:Oh my gooood!
Yang:*grinning* THIS ONE IS FOR ALL THE MARBLES!
Adam:JUST WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR! FACE MEEEEE!
Ruby:At this point you should just put him at the tea party.
Nora:You don’t even canonically know him!
Ruby:But it would be hilarious!
Weiss:What kills me is an army of Adams would probably be more effective than the Jabberwoks.
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Ruby:*in a bat suit* This is the secret life option the blacksmith didn’t want to reveal.
Weiss:Ruby calls on quits and chooses Gotham over Remnant.
Blake:Willingly going to Gotham City is crazy. Life is not that bad.
