#whcreson

[accidentallymagic]

@whcreson

"Is it tight or too tight?" Theo flexed his arms for Will, smirking at the way his shirt grew tight around his biceps, seams almost threatening to give out. "I mean... I know I've grown a little, but the shirt still fits. The growth is kinda insane, though. Don't know why..." He wrapped his arm around Will, easily lifting the man. "Just haven't been able to think of anything but the gym recently. Speaking of--- dude. You ever try creatine?"

[boysfromtheburbs]

@whcreson asked for a starter!

Dean shouldn't have been doing this. The man paced across the floor of his hotel room so many times, he would probably put a permanent rut in it by morning. What had he been thinking? Was a cute TikToker shamelessly flirting with him in his DMs all it took to potentially ruin everything he had with Mark? Mark, who was surely waiting up at home for him. But, he would come home to snide comments and a cold bed, even though they shared it. He was sure of it. there was no spark there anymore. And the only way for Dean to feel something again was to set risk setting fire to it all, just for the warmth of it.

A singular knock on the door shook him from his hesitancies. He wouldn't have booked the room if he hadn't wanted it. Right? Swallowing the lump in his throat that was threatening to stop him, Dean strode over and yanked open the door, smooth smile gliding over his lips as if nothing had been tormenting him minutes ago. "Didn't think you'd show." He cooed, holding the door wide open for Brent to saunter through. "Had me doing a double-take to see if it was actually you messaging me. Almost had me thinking I'd gotten scammed." Dean chuckled, but his heart was racing a mile a minute. His head was in conflict with his heart, with his dick, already swelling with the promise of possibility. "What made you message me anyways, hm? Didn't think local news anchors were your type?"

[realbcys]

@whcreson gets a plotted mind control starter for Jules and Will!

"-and we can date this shard of pottery that was found at the same site to 1402. Which is unique because it was at the height of witchcraft power. Not to be confused with the 1690s when the Salem witch hunts began. Those of us who know better know that there were very few witches in those hunts. Yet in Santorini Greece in the 1400's? Well, let's just say that there might be some truth to the word."

Jules stood in front of his Myths of Human Civilization class, showing off an object in a glass box placed on the podium where he normally stood. Its image was being magnified onto the projector behind him. It was a strange metal and bone circle about the size of a coin, claimed to have mystical power. He'd bought it off of a collector and couldn't wait to show it to his students.

"In modern witchcraft, its all about herbs and intentions. We've tried to make the spells of the Santorini Witches work for hundreds of years and they failed...but now we have what I believe might be one of their spell foci. I don't yet know how exactly it worked or what exactly it is made of yet, but this could be an excellent view into how the witches made their miraculous effects happen." Jules felt the excitement in his chest, like a little kid doing show and tell. He took out his pocket square and dabbed his forehead, making sure he wasnt sweating.

"Any questions so far?"