#New person

[multiplicationdivision]

Beach Body

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The beach was a perfection like nothing the town of Rusty Coast had seen in the last recorded memory. Gone today were the rocky waves lapping amidst thick fog and heavy crashing of the winter fishing season. The air from miles out was still and comfortably warm from the coming summer, a fact that would’ve made it feel lonely if not for the steady rhythmic pound of waves accompanied by the rise and fall of cackling gulls and the occasional sneeze of a seal somewhere in the distance. Somehow in this cove the frigid pacific water was warm, the curls of seafoam lapping up the beach onto their feet before sinking back in with the countless bubbles of hidden sand crabs.

Rhett could already feel himself baking in this sun, although that was no indication of the sun today. Being a Irish man in California was just a fact of burning sometimes, not that getting pink in just a couple of minutes was ever fun. Worse when your company seemed to only relax in this secluded place’s warmth, his two housemates relaxed as they moved set up their towels and awkwardly drag their single board onto the sand.

Evan was the darkest one out of all of them, although a few quarters of non-stop accounting classes certainly pulled as much color out of him as possible. Same with Oliver, who’d once discovered this beach ages ago when he’d had the time to surf.

Now they were a house graduated, each of their degrees piled on their kitchen table and only the evidence of the work it took to get them being the scrawniness of their muscles and the near complete translucence of Rhett himself. It had felt like years before physical activity was even an idea in their heads, but it was felt now.

“You struggling Oliver?” Rhett called out to the guy clearly coming apart at the task of pulling the massive surfboard across the rocky tidepools. Even the crabs seemed slightly worried for the guy, having the mind to leave a large berth for his flailing. It was odd to imagine Oliver used to surf on that board nearly everyday and Rhett and Evan couldn’t help thinking that it was slightly pathetic. It was paired with their affection at the “please ignore me” look on the guy’s sweaty face, although sharing a bed with the guy would likely ensure it.

“Fucking idiot” Evan sighed in the direction of the ever-stubborn Oliver, as he sat down, shrugging off his shirt and kicking off the converse that had already gotten heavy with sand. His body wasn’t much to look at these days to a passerby, but Rhett was a long-practiced connoisseur in enjoying what others were too shallow to appreciate. He let himself lean back into the guy, against the familiar warmth of the guy’s chest and the slight unpleasantness of the man’s chronically cold hands.

Evan was ever his particular brand of affectionate as he whined in displeasure “Dude your damn Nikes are getting sand on my towel”, his tone already betraying that he was saying it more for himself than Rhett. Rhett wasn’t in the habit of undressing himself these days and teasing Evan was as fun as it always was, although the idea of exposing more of himself to the sun than necessary was an equal component. Instead, he just grabbed a handful of sand and released it onto Evan’s head, watching the man sputter in annoyance.

“Evan, I think you have some sand on your face” Oliver said casually at the amusingly enraged man and the self-satisfied smirk of Rhett. The surfboard sat just a couple feet from the tidepools, Oliver having stealthily abandoned the task to the small company of crabs now crowding his old board. They guy was soaked with sweat and probably a tumble in the same tidepool, judging by the sandy mud on his shorts and a lost sandal.

Not that he would need the cheap cloth sandal being carried off by a crab in the distance.

They weren’t a foolish group having come here expecting to surf as they were. Hell they weren’t even dressed for it, Rhett in his jean shorts and the others in old basketball shorts. Not that they’d be dressed in much soon anyways, judging by the impatience tenting Oliver’s shorts, matching Evan’s own defiantly pressing against Rhett’s hand even as Evan tried unsuccessfully to douse Rhett in sand himself.

“Weathers so perfect boys that we could just spend today without any of that extra business” Rhett said jokingly, although he didn’t stop Evan from hooking his thumb under his shirt and wrestling it off of him just like they had so many nights this week.

Oliver enjoyed the sight and stretched, slipping his own athletic shirt off with a groan. His own little play on Evan’s weak mind judging by Evan seeming to slip at the distraction at the sight.

They’d gotten so far from the awkward pairing of roommates they’d been at the start of their college careers. Evan a supposed straight guy, Rhett a closeted bisexual and Oliver a nervous gay man. They’d been roomed together in a dorm their first year, some fluke leaving them three guys with a single bed. A month of two of them sleeping on the bed and then Oliver and Rhett had begun to share on their nights. A month after that and somehow Evan found himself tangled in their little pile, his sleeping bag rolled up into the corner.

Class was just too much to not have good sleep to stave off the exhaustion. That had been a good excuse before administration caught up to the fluke and got them a new bunk. At the time they hadn’t even really discussed it before the bunk was just another shelf, full of papers and junk.

Evan was no longer a self-described straight man, although one has to abandon the title when they start feeling FOMO after catching their bedmates sucking each other’s dicks after a cancelled class. Especially so after the six or seven-hundreth time of giving and receiving the act himself.

So they’d stuck together through all of college’s trials and tribulations. Found themselves a big enough flat with a single bedroom, each of them feeling some sense of their internalized homophobia act up even in the apathetic face of a apartment manager who couldn’t give a shit about what three college kids got up to in their spare time. Their separate closets seemed to merge after some time, initially just with the excuse of all the wasted space. Not that Rhett ever really cared about their collective image as platonic housemates, but it had taken the other two sometime to stop fixating on whose hoodie was who’s. You gloss over the lube visible under the bed enough times to your basketball friends and suddenly it seems like a wasted effort to care if your mixed up the underwear. Hell, they were even close enough in sizes that they could just wear whatever, although Oliver had become the defacto buyer. He’d bought every bit of clothing that now was now in a growing sandy pile beside him.

A anxious glance by Evan to their surroundings and the three’s jean shorts and black pair of boxers were tossed into that pile, leaving Rhett a self-satisfied hard naked man, the pair of Oliver’s Nike blazers he’d been wearing scattered around them.

“Completely private beach Evan” Oliver comforted, slipping his own shorts off and having no boxers to remove, the man never bothering to wear any when it was just them. A particularly unfortunate habit when he was packing so much, his oversized cock having been a particular distraction when they’d gotten Chipotle on the way. It wasn’t big enough to escape his shorts, but it had been enough for eyes to keep glancing the way of the thing’s attempted to escape the torn up synthetic fabric.

“Sorry I’m not an exhibitionist like you fucking perverts” Evan said as he awkwardly tried to sightlessly pull off his own shorts, struggling to do so under the weight of Rhett and the overwhelming draw of Oliver’s cock, now standing like a flag pole. It was especially ironic of a statement given he’d been the one to suggest this entire thing. What they were doing could’ve been done in the privacy of their own home, could’ve been done with no risk of someone witnessing it.

They’d done it like that so many time before, letting the process be done with closed blinds and locked doors.

Oliver had looked so empty as he’d looked at his surfboard this past three months though and Rhett had been especially pissy so many times in public when Evan had brushed off contact. Oliver couldn’t care less with how Evan acted beyond their bedroom but Rhett was right. Doing what they were doing on a private beach wasn’t much of a advancement in Evan’s fight against toxic masculinity, but the effort was enough to bring Rhett’s frustration back into his shit-eating grin that always marked him when he was at his happiest and horniest. Certainly helped get Oliver back into fighting order as well, the guy clearly very turned on himself, but more so looking at the surfboard more often than not, eyes glazed over with what was definitely the three’s evening after this.

Truth be told, Evan was a fucking pervert himself, so as much as he wanted to make his boys happy, he was also kind of turned on by the being out in the open on the beach thing. Rhett could see through him just like always, nudging him to look at his own sizable cock before giving it a single stroke before happily watching the static reach Evan’s brain.

“Our guy’s got his mind already so far in the gutter huh” the ginger man said at Oliver with a exasperated expression. Oliver just laughed, as if his shorts didn’t lay beside him wet with pre-cum.

“Getting ahead of ourselves isn’t he” Oliver said, bending down over them, cock nearing the positoon where it could easily slid into either Rhett or Evan if he wanted to. Both would be very receptive to the idea.

That wasn’t what was happening though.

“Just fucking get on with it Oliver.” Evan snapped, fighting every urge he had to wrestle the two others into the ground and fuck them himself, lest he physically explode. “Do you have the trunks or not”

Oliver’s practiced seductive face cracked before he rolled his eyes, accompanied by Rhett’s vocal disappointment at not continuing to mentally screw with the man he still held down under his own weight. Oliver was always the reasonable one of the three, but not enough to ever stop joining Rhett’s campaign at teasing their partner

“Fine, fine, yeah” Oliver said as he got back up, wandering over to the pile of clothes to fish into his short’s pockets. “You better have prepared them right”, he said, pulling out the fabric within them as Evan almost re-activated his mini rage at the idea of having not done their preparations right.

Four years in the running and he’d gotten fucking good at the spell.

The fabric wasn’t anything special. Just a pair of trunks, blue and white and much larger than their size 34 waists. A pair of swim trunks made for a man triple their size. The only hint of something peculiar about them being the mess of symbols stitched into the waistband.

The first year it had been a messy affair, borne of an accident with a strange grouping of strange people and acquisition of a relic of a necklace, with symbols embossed into its chain. The second year and a bad experience had been one they’d recreated when curiosity overtook locking that necklace in a lead box in their kitchen. The third year and Evan had a ge course of old witchcraft to get him through the process of amateurly experimenting with the situation, trial and error leaving him something like an expert in the only supernatural thing they’d ever witnessed. Year four and each of them had studied those symbols long and hard, seen every way their group shifted and changed the outcome.

Back at home a small collection of boxer briefs had the symbols stitched into it. It had taken an embarrassingly long time for them to figure out sizing up them to avoid going through a pair every time, but practice makes perfect. They’d had a while to figure out what fit them best after their little rituals, evident by the backpack in the jeep full of an outfit that would most definitely fit them when the day was done.

Evan looked at the never worn swim trunks shed a cloud of sand before watching Oliver ball up the fabric and throw it at the two, Rhett lazily catching it. The Irish man lifted the waistband up, making a show of inspecting the symbology before Evan snatched it from his loose grip.

Just a swipe of the runes by it creator and the stitching began to heat, a shine of blue tracing the threads. It left a pressure to the air, particles of blue lifting off as energy subtly wafted from the spell.

Evan could tell when Rhett was excited by the way he stopped a limp mass weighing him down. There was something in the energy that was intoxicating to the guy, although he’d always been proven to be susceptible to the sway of the supernatural. The guy had been the one who’d almost been snatched by the strange folk they’d stolen the necklace from, almost making Evan speculate if there was something magic too loved about the guy. The symbols were something reminiscent of Gaelic, so maybe this was all down to fairies.

Or maybe it was just because Rhett never hid how much he loved this shit. It bled into each of them as they could almost feel his movements echo into their own. Rhett’s hand coming up to held hold the trunks and move them past their feet, helping focus Evan’s motion as every touch of the symbols on their skin felt like pure twistings of nervous system madness, feeling their cells open up with every reprogramming of the runes into their bodies.

Oliver watched with rapt interest, hand on his cock as he watched the points at which the two’s feet stuck together, the skin already latching on and binding the feet into the same motions. Evan’s heel sinking into Rhett’s, the two tones of skin initially meeting like oil and water before blending into a gradient. Evan’s melanin leaking into the joining points and travelling outwards in all directions.

They managed to remember to move the trunks up further, even as the feeling of nerves joining brought their brains to jelly. They’d done this ritual so many times, yet Rhett’s skull still swum as he felt 20 toes move instead of his typical 10. It was worse when he could feel the sensation of sinking twice over, feeling the feet begin to sinking further into their counterpart. It was impossible to describe, the paradoxical feeling of one’s body in itself.

The runes dragged against their legs and they were magnetized between the two men. Calves gluing to each other as their feet further merged, the feeling of their feet feeling the insides of their counterparts like they were a skinsuit ready to be filled. The toes aligning, yet not having enough space to fit within each other and instead forcing the mass to expand outwards with no where else to go.

It left a pair of men joined at a pair of large feet, their calves merging as their tibias converged, muscles physically joining and building upon each other.

Oliver found himself unconsciously stroking his dick, only coming to from his studying of the way the legs converged by the look of Evan, having forgone the effort of continuing pulling up the trunks longside Rhett, the two having failed to will past the need of their body to release the pressure building up. The magic’s effects clashed with neurons, inevitably ending in the body concluding a massive pent up amount of arousal, always leading to the brain to forget the task at hand and begin furiously attempting to cum in anyway possible.

Not that cumming could help when the magic’s effects on cells made a refractory period non-existent. It was an effect that continue on post transformation, a reason they could never really do school work alongside maintaining the spell.

The two failed in their willpower and gave way to attempting to the impossible, Rhett hungrily grabbing his cock and pumping it as Evan failed to reach his own with Rhett on top of him, yet still connecting through his fading brainpower that a suitable hole was perfectly aligned with his cock.

Before the two could get two carried away, Oliver leaned over them and grabbed the trunks with a tight grip before pulling them up, feeling the runic power hot on his skin.

It was too much too soon for his boys, but that was always inescapable. The very fact that it had to be done is what left Oliver enjoy it so much, seeing the symbols leave after images of energy as they slid up. Watching Evan and Rhett’s eyes roll back as their thighs and waist burrowed together.

It was one thing to feel one’s leg hair scratch against the nerves of another’s skin, but it was mind melting to feel a cock sink far further than it should’ve into the body. Just one thrust and Evan’s cock sunk like it was moving through wet clay, dragging against Rhett’s entire prostate in a long torturous moment. It was headed for Rhett’s cock, destined to fill the thing in a way that its nerves wouldn’t be able to define.

Oliver watched the two be unable to fully commit to the motion before he knew it was his right to join, just when the two felt they’d reached the climax, Evan’s cock still not aligned to shove into Rhett’s. Oliver would help, but his route was going to be selfish.

It was often easier to fit their cocks together by size, like a matryoshka doll. Evan’s cock into Rhett’s bigger one, Rhett’s into Oliver’s monster. Well fitting sleeves, nestled within each other.

Fuck if that wasn’t boring though.

Oliver lifted up his transcending partners abdomens enough to shove his his feet under them through the waist band that was already tight around their conjoined waist. He’d always had the best strength of mind out of the three, but even he bulked underneath the weight of the runes nuclear energy deciding that it would be easier if his legs just slide directly into his partner’s, like he was sliding into a particularly awkward pair of pants. He steadied himself by tightly gripping Evan’s shoulders as he pushed himself in, feeling hugged from all sides as the mass of the conjoined body pressed in from all sides.

He powered through, feeling his feet finally squeeze past the ankles and wriggling his toes into their proper position just as the bones of his partners invaded and fused into his body, dissolving his flesh into its own and reconnecting his brain to the feeling of the combined mass, warm sunlight on legs that were now a perfect blend of their skin tones, Oliver’s ankle tattoo bloom up into the skin as if it had always belonged there.

When his waist finally locked into place he could feel his cock slide against Evan’s, the sensation bringing enough clarity to the guy’s mind to begin to object to what was going to surely burn out his mind. It was an entirely to simple of a motion for Oliver to twist his barely merged waist to slot into Evan’s cock before pressing into Rhett’s, holding up as he strained his neck over the two as he listened to them moan, almost in complete unison.

Rhett’s cock and Evan’s beneath it stretched as Oliver shoved his massive cock into them, forcing their skin to expand to his length, feeling his testicles join Evans before fusing with Rhett’s, leaving a sensation of overstuffing before an almost blue ball sensation of the balls combining took over.

One of them cursed and then the puzzle pieces connected, nerves finally aligning as Oliver and Evan’s cocks dissolved and then reformed Rhett’s cock into a combination of the three, a olive erection framed by dark auburn pubes. It was long enough for both Rhett and Evan to immediately take to it, their brains finally having a outlet for their raging desires as Oliver continued to fight falling into the hormones filling them all. 3 times of the testosterone pulsing upwards alongside the multiplicatively nerve dense cock sending waves of euphoria up them.

Rhett and Evan gave a final pump of their cock before their right hands stuck together, palms fusing to leave a many fingered hand that was soon pouring in a tide of semen that seemed to endlessly flow, most assuredly ruining their towel.

With no where else for the symbols to touch, the energy would always pour up into the body, allowing a respite in the overpowering sensation.

Rhett could feel his mind come back to him as he lifted up his fused right hand to his face, watching the cum drip off as his number of fingers decreased as the copies fused together. He could feel Evan help him control it, both of their brains moving it together. They’d been a chaotic tumble of limbs the first time this had happened, the necklace having been tried on by Rhett one fateful day leaving Oliver to discover the chaos made up of the Irish man and Evan.

They were pretty sure that necklace had been intended as a curse, but now they fused harmoniously, the nerves entangling and their brains having gotten used to moving as a group. It let them do such impressive things as move their legs together halfway through the ritual, or wipe off their massive hand of an absurd amount of cum.

The energy amassed in their cores and they let themselves press into each other, Rhett and Evan sinking into Evan’s chest. They could feel their ribs slot into each other and the spines line up before slowly fusing like they were being zipped up. Their hearts layered upon each other, not bothering to fuse as they settled into always pumping away impossibly from within each other. It would be the final evidence of them being separate people, feeling the slight asynchrony of the three’s hearts on each other.

Evan and Rhett lifted up their combined hand to feel it pump as their body reshuffled, the heads coming to comfortably line up instead of being lined up back to front.

“God I never want this to end” Evan choked out through their fusing lungs, feeling the quick pump of their separate hearts against each other. It left their cock harder than ever, already rearing to go, but Oliver was able to stop his endlessly horny partners with a simple slipping of his hand into their large shared arm. It was simply a glove and so much easier than the legs, feeling the knuckles crush together and the joints melt together. It was awfully trippy feeling his much smaller left hand in comparison to the much larger right, the sheer difference in muscular power astronomical.

They always ended up practically superhuman and it was only so long before that feeling of pure power was enough for them to forgo separation altogether. Oliver hoped today was the day that happened, with all their obligation and responsibilities behind them.

He wrapped his left arm around Rhett and Evans and before long they were a single indistinct mass, bundles of arms beneath a singular skin that fluidly aligned, the muscle and bone weaving together into a suitable match for the right. Both arms melding further until the shoulders finally completed merging, leaving the three with the unified need to stretch, feeling the back crack as tension released up the spines.

They were now one three headed body sitting on the sand as the waves crashed in the back. They hadn’t even needed the stimulation to let loose into the swim trunks, another massive volume of cum dripping out. Rhett gasped for them all before they stilled, heads beside one another with Evan in the center, Rhett taking the left and Oliver on the right.

They’d stayed at this stage before, letting the magic settle down before removing the fabric containing the symbols. It was a quite enjoyable thing, to be so fucking massive yet still completely themselves. Half of the reason why they could work so perfectly to stand up and stretch as they were now was built on winter and spring break experimenting with every way they could be multi-headed. They’d alternate who was in what position, testing which person had dominance over the limbs (the answer being random every time). Now Evan seemed to be the lead as he reached into their trunks to provoke yet another burst of cum that would leave all three dizzy, half falling over back onto the sand.

“We’ve gotta go further” Rhett said, holding onto the ball of energy in their chest. It was a reminder more so than a demand, all three having wanted for this final step for a year of class.

It wasn’t a privilege when they were still pretending to be three separate people. When they explained themselves as a throuple to hosts of acquaintances, the words ringing false every time.

They found themselves in sophomore year in each other. Experimentation had led to a point so far that to come back had felt laughable at the time. How they’d separated that first completion had been a miracle and every division felt worse and worse with every repetition. They couldn’t do a thing like this during their school years because there was always a risk they couldn’t differentiate back into three people enough to return. It got harder every time.

Even now they felt the absences in their minds. Memories they recalled remembering but that had returned to the rightful skull upon separation. Rhett’s forced enrollment in baseball as a teenager that only was looked on with fondness by how Evan’s and Oliver’s neurons fawned over how adorable he’d been. His own guilt towards never being enough for his distant father flung to the dark recesses of his brain as the memories of Oliver and Evan’s sweet upbringings gave him a childhood he could enjoy. Oliver’s endless tainting anxiety banished by the ever-present encompassing of others into his most private closed off spaces, handing off old traumas to be soothed by brain tissue that wasn’t trained to fixate on it all. Instead, Evan’s self-confidence overlaid it alongside what felt like the man’s overpowering appreciation for all things Rhett and Oliver, enjoying every tiny quirk and flawed complication to the two, which wouldn’t disappear but be revealed as a treasured peculiarity that had never actually been as awful as they’d thought. Evan himself could feel the shame he’d always kept dull under Rhett and Oliver’s life and then suddenly they’d be complete. Free.

It was hard to pretend to be anything but incomplete after that, so when their massive hands began crush their heads together, none of them could tell who was ordering it.

One would expect the sound of melons cracking or gore. Something about the head just made one expect it to burst, especially now when the pressure built but didn’t seem to relieve. But then the ball of energy moved up their spines and the runes flared.

Any physical sensation was overpowered the moment their brains connected. The feeling of their spines and necks pushing into each other or the sensation of their heads forcing together, rendering their jaws inoperational and their breathing stilted.

Evan felt like he was a river between two oceans, but that wasn’t right. A river flows from one to another, yet lives flowed between him and into him. He remembered so much.

He remembered painting, months upon months of painting. Sketching and ripping and sculpting as every form of his artistic expression fell upon the idea of a third. Life drawings of men and woman all left purposefully without, sections of their body removed with the only evidence in the silhouettes of the heads, faces, arms, fingers and feet they once had. Abstract art his professors had complimented him for time and time again, although he failed to communicate that they were still incomplete. He simply didn’t have the parts of him who were so good at detailing those missing pieces at the moment.

The information tilted into the man with red hair and he felt his emotions come back to him. He hadn’t felt this way in a year, every bit of feeling back where it belonged. He knew he should’ve always felt this way and that when he hadn’t he’d been numb. Not depressed, but not all there. The part of him that hadn’t been the red-haired man at the time was left with too much feeling, overcoming him in every way. Had that part been the angry and desperate part he thought he’d been? It was a ridiculous thought now that he remembered how it was ridiculous. He remembered having felt so much and having loved himself for that exact reason. He remembered missing the clarity of feeling that way and he was relieved that he could feel it again.

Oliver was the last to remember that he wasn’t Oliver any more. Was white light the thousand of hues contained within its wavelength or was it in the end its own energy. The answer is that there was never any actual color, it was an illusion. Oliver had been Oliver up until he remembered that Oliver was an illusion. A vague identity formed up by interests, hopes and dreams that had always hoped to be shared. To connect and to be validated in every way. Laid out and dissected on a platter for the ways that its purposes were true. To form even grander arguments to the validity of its existence and being based on a mountain of new evidence. The man that was Oliver understood.

He wasn’t Oliver, nor Evan, nor Rhett. They were him, but the opposite wasn’t true. They were pieces of this man the moment they first come together and to be anything close to independent people after that was an act. It was feeling like he did now that was why he could only be himself when he had the long time it took to tear himself into pieces.

His face swam and he knew the hue it would return to, the dark auburn he could see looking down at his pubes. He could feel the roughness of his facial hair, back to having the potential of being thick as evident by the stubble across his face. He’d let it grow out one summer, now remembering how handsome he’d felt as the memories condensed. It was another reason he couldn’t imagine doing this again, feeling his life as himself scatter amongst his pieces. The three would remember bits and parts of a better existence, but the information was too divided to ever be enough.

He stroked his cock under his swim trunks and remembered just why he wasn’t overcome with masturbation all this time, all his willpower now firmly in place. It would feel better anyways with other partners now that he couldn’t possibly feel jealous of himself with other people. That was simply a ridiculous concept he realized for the 3rd time again.

He felt normal which was always a trip because his components thought he felt strong. In actuality they were just so frail that to be him felt like being a god. Being whole was a hell of a drug, but he certainly looked like a fair bit like a god now. Muscles back to a fairly sufficient degree, although he’d certainly need to work on them again. Growing incredibly scrawny in three bodies could only contribute so much muscle to the whole again, but he’d always been quick at gaining muscle.

The surf was loud and his surfboard was floating in a tidepool a bit away, the oncoming tide causing it to rock back and forth. He remembered being so pitifully cute struggling with it watching from third person and his hearts pumped in asynchrony, the only argument against him having always been just himself. The contradiction felt good oddly enough and he felt turned on by the thought of himself. It was pretty offputting being a narcissist in such a way, but jacking off in a mirror was a activity he had done too much to care about. He had a great excuse for studying his body for all the ways he was handsome and maybe he talked to himself far too much, but how couldn’t he. He’d been formed by a love for himself and who was he to deny himself that.

He flexed, feeling his body move like it should, all ducks in a row. The runes against his skin settled and just a little motion on the purposefully loose knot holding the embroidery together was enough to tighten it the symbols into meaningless nothings. His hands came back sticky of course, but it wasn’t anything the surf could fix.

The waves were perfect for a man like him, the perfect height and the perfect rhythm. They fell in gigantic spiral that he would paint later now that he could remember just how mathematically the angles combined and the paint could set. Now he would grab his surfboard easily underhand and dive into the waves, remembering just how much the feeling was incredible. He stay here till the sun set before likely airdrying (considering he’d completely ruined the towels), towing his surfboard to his jeep and pulling out the backpack full of clothes that he’d worn last summer. He’d go home and meet the eyes of the still apathetic apartment manager who’d grown used to seeing him replace the three boys she was equally apathetic to.

He'd never been able to be permanently himself and there was a league of challenges to get there. For one, a new closet fitting the style his components had grown for him over the past year. For two, a solution to combining the legal and emotional connections of three men together, although he was smart enough to probably achieve it all with magic. He’d worried about it when he hadn’t had all the pieces to know it was probably pretty simple.

He would enjoy his day here and go home to sleep back in the same singular bed. He’d wake up the next day and he’d continue waking up the next day forever as himself. It was how he was supposed to be.

Just Everett

[lulinky]

Hhgh hii first post, I usually don’t do social media but I just want to put my art out there for this small fandom :)

I don’t see much fan-art of Albertsky so here’s something (I fancy him a bit)

Might stay a wip if I don’t figure out how to draw arms+hands 🤧😢

(Anyways hope whoever come across this have a good day‼️)

[animatronic-assistant]

(( will be responding as @hidden-rocket, you dont have to answer if you don’t want to))

*cautiously exploring the area, is talking to self a bit* I m-may be a bit lost b-but at least it’s nice o-out here

Elara is just washing some of the blankets after Bloodmoon's black cat Murder peed on them. She was just hanging the blankets on some low hanging tree branches when she noticed them.

H-hello? Are you lost?

(Sorry, for late answer. Was late when I got this and I had to be up early today but now I am free to answer ^_^; )

[siremasterlawrence]

The Multiverse Of Henry’s

Earth 1

Henry Cavill in this dimension is a extremely famous Movie Star hiding at the gym as he is working out entering the Hollywood Star Muscle Gym and he can tell that the whole world is watching him he kind of love it with a sparkle.He places his ear pods on his ears as they begin glow back on blinking on and off automatically in his actions with this buzzing sound emits in to his ears as his body begins to shake in a panic.It is a feverish pitch staring into a mirror at the gym something overriding him as his own cockiness drives him to not lose eye contact with himself as he ogles his body up and down. His vanity knows no bounds as he spun to the side checking out his nice plump ass as it pops up bouncing from control shaking it with a little jiggle on his side and he falls in love with himself yet again as a man walks in back of him. He definitely could not take his eyes off the super shiny mirror glass screen as the man is placing his hands on the man’s shoulder so tightly firmly grabbing it and rubbing it very intensely as he press his body on to his back. The smirks staring in to the middle placing both of his hands on to his waist slowly let it go up to the nipple playing with them as he falls for it giggling like a little girls, gagging heavily In between moaning and fights the urge to squirt. One hand is taking a dive playing with him as he lands on his sweat pants, untying his draw strings as he yanks them to the side sliding the pants down till his hands hit his cock and beginning to stroke his cock hard hard and harder. The hands roll over groping onto the his ass sweetly with one hard swat digging in to his ass rubbing, massaging and feeling him up in all ways possible and then he hugs him so tightly as Henry avoids everything that occur to him. The man step back watching Henry move from one side to another, a machine use as the heat rose to the air and his sweat collects lifting in to the air making him instantly hard at the idea of submitting.

Earth 2

The young man took a deep breath pointing his hand to the wall before him with a blast of light a yellow portal opens up sucking the two men in to it and we are off to a new era in our story. Although everything seems the as we walk towards the light we find both of ourselves trapped in a hallway to a strange building and the pounding thunder like claps of a roaring crowd for one man and his far too many businesses. The room is huge the light so bright it blinds us in a sea of people who are dazzled by his presence but my pocket suddenly felty weird and I dig to land my hand a on magical remote control as it pertains to this situation pressing the pause button and then then the microphone.

“Wow! What a crowd! So loud “

“Don’t mind me…it’s not like you can”

“Everyone but Mr. Call please leave single in to the hallway.”

“Good job! Go to sleep “

“Mr. Cavill please stand up”

“Big smile “

“State your name”

“Henry Cavil”

“Profession”

“Tech Genius and Guru”

“You want to be with us”

“Yeah! I do actually “

“Join us”

“I will”

“Quickly, quickly, quickly “

“Good boi!”

“Why does it feel so good?”

“Because I said so”

Earth 3

“Hello, I am Henry Cavill “

“This is my guest”

“I wanted to meet you so long”

“Is that so?”

“The best show ever”

“I am so grateful to be here “

“Enough with the flattery “

“Tell me about you “

“Well! I am Master Lawrence “

“Master Lawrence “

“Yes indeed “

“Master of What?”

“I’ll show you “

“Please do, go ahead “

“I don’t need you consent, guys cut the feed and sound “

“What is this? Guys? Why are you hijacking”

“Your show?”

“This is my show “

“You are my property “

“I like fucking with me”

“Such a bitch”

“Check that pussy ass”

“I am about to break you”

“Will you marry me”

“You pleasure me”

“Serve me”

“Please serve me”

Earth 4

“Henry! Henry! Over here?”

“How are you?”

“I love you “

“So beautiful “

“Show me some my body”

“Do a little dance?”

“Look at the flashes”

“Sexy as hell”

“Marry me babe?”

“Do the jig?”

“Sexy dance “

“Striptease”

“Huge smile “

“Go baby”

“Forget everything and everyone else “

“Give it to me”

“Hey some put on that ass song”

“Yeah Henry”

“I am too sexy”

“Too vein”

“Pose for me”

“Take it off “

“Take it off “

“Strip “

“Stand in your underwear “

“Naked “

“Naked “

Earth 5

Henry Cavill the one and only is a worldwide famous Mega Super Model for Millionaire A Model Incorporated a place for super hot all star models to be in demand because I will it to be and he has no idea that I am currently right behind him.

“Who are you ?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Why are you in my…”

“Your room”

“It’s my fucking room”

“Asshole”

“Who the hell are you ?”

“Excuse me bitch! Get the fuck out”

“Watch your mouth?”

“Or what?”

“I’ll wash your mouth with soap”

“That’s it’s

“I am about to kick your “

“My ass”

“Whatever “

“Insolent “

“Fine! In your face “

“Ccccoooouuuugggghhhh! Why did you “

“Zip it”

“Listen to me”

“You cocky son of a “

“Bitch”

“Yes”

“Drop your pants”

“I am about to shit all over and in you “

“I will rip your ass a new one”

“Yyyeeesss”

Earth 6

“Henry flashing lights”

“What did you say ?”

“I am him”

“Who are you ?”

“Your owner “

“Submit”

“Do it for me”

“The camera is set up “

“The song is on play “

“Sell it”

“Feel it”

“Dance baby”

“It is your song”

“Oooooohhhhhh”

“Hhhheeellll”

“Yeah”

“Make me swoon”

“Give it to me”

“It is my world premiere “

“Be a bitch “

“You are a bitch”

“Show me who is in control “

“You are “

“Struggling away”

“So handsome”

“I am your King”

Earth 7

“The great statue”

“You are lovely “

“So beautiful”

“Stand there”

“Pose “

“Pose for me”

“Don’t move”

“Stay their “

“Move”

“Fall for me”

“Fall in love with me”

“Madly “

“Use me”

“Break me”

“Consume me”

“You may move “

“Obsess”

“Ravish me”

Earth 8

A door cracks open hitting the wall loudly and resoundingly announcing my presence were I am greeted by some young man who is named Jimmy Olson and we walk over to his desk. This worlds Clark Kent is the multiverse man version of Henry Cavill still has the similarity in face and bulk but soon enough I am in a cool way sitting across from him as I offered my hand. He took to shooting it fiercely with love ever so tightly as we swung in the air with such a air of love and we let go as he notices all of his attention coming my way as we stare at each other. He smirks a bit with excitement thinking he can ask me any questions that he desires to serve me.

“So Mr. Kent?”

“Shall we start?”

“Tell me everything about yourself Lawrence “

“I am from another Universe “

“Like a alien”

“Alternate universe”

“In fact I know you”

“Excuse me!”

“Yeah meet them “

“What? You look like me”

“Your alternates”

“Hell no!”

“I know! You know “

“No what?”

“Your secret”

“I have no idea “

“You are Superman”

“Oh what? No! No! You have me…yes I can’t lie”

Earth 9

“Ahoy! Who are you ?”

“We are pirates mate”

“Do you think?”

“I am aware “

“Listen mates”

“Get him gang”

“This bitch “

“We are “

“Look alike”

“Hold him down”

“Tie him down”

“Throw him in to the brig”

“YES SIR!”

“Do you love me?”

“You won’t win”

“Inject him”

“Fall a sleep “

“I am your King”

Earth 10

One more boi to the collection as he is utterly in a see of amazement staring at us it is a sexy Henry of the Tudor era.

“My dear! How may I help you?”

The end

[concook20]

Hey

Hi!

[plural-affirmations]

Here's to new system members!

A large part of being plural is gaining new headmates, whether intentionally or otherwise, so I think they deserve some recognition!

Shoutout to:

People who don't know anything about themselves yet

System members who have known exactly who they are since they formed

Anyone feeling confused or overwhelmed right now because they're new

Those who need help from others to figure out how things in their life work

Headmates that feel like the system's friends aren't really their friends yet

And everyone else who just got here recently!

You might not have been around for very long right now, but you're an incredibly loved and valued member of your collective regardless! Everyone deserves to feel like they belong, especially you! Yes, you! Even the person reading this who doesn't think it applies to them... it does!

I hope you have a wonderful time here on Earth, and that everything goes smoothly for you from here on out! I'm so excited to see who you'll turn out to be!

Stay safe!

🖤💜💙💚💛

[kit-knoy]

Jing Yuan + Ekko Mini Comparison Yap

As I have recently watched the new season of Arcane and have slowly been getting back into HSR, I couldn't help but pick out traits/similarities between Jing Yuan and Ekko (besides their white hair lol).

Crazy Ex-friends

Obviously, for Ekko, there's Jinx. As for Jing Yuan, I think it can really switch between Jing Liu and Yingxing. Both have friend(s) who they used to be close with only to drift apart and develop different morals and groups.

Leadership

What more is there to say? Ekko is the leader of the fireflies (been a while, think that's what the group is called?) and managed to build a strong community. Jing Yuan is a general of Xianzhou and has fought many battles to protect his home planet

Doomed Family/Found Family

Doomed family - This could be grouped with the [crazy ex-friends] but I think this is a broader version? Ekko had a whole group he considered family, Benzo, Jinx, Vi, Vander, etc, only for them to be split/killed. Jing Yuan had the same thing with Bai Heng being their sunshine of their group yet is the only one to never had survived out of the five who drifted apart.

BONUS: The downfall of the groups could ironically be from a joint effort from people within their family/group itself [e.g Jinx's bomb which causes the deaths of her friends, Vi's anger with Jinx for said incident -> Dan Feng and Yingxing's attempt to revive Bai Heng which leads to Jing Liu becoming mara-struck due to her having to kill Bai Heng again...]

Found family - Despite this, Ekko and Jing Yuan still have new companions and friends. Ekko, who has a nice mentor like Heimerdinger [who refers to Ekko as "my boy"] and a clear father and son bond between Yanqing and Jing Yuan.

Nostalgia

Ekko and Jing Yuan experience nostalgia. Ekko, who looks at Jinx and thinks of Powder, or when he reunites with Vi and quickly starts bringing stuff from the past like, "I wonder where I learned that from."

Another example could be where Ekko goes to an alternate universe and meets an entire better off universe while still remembering his. He thinks back to Benzo, Jinx, Vander, Milo, etc..

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE MEMORIALS/ART ON THE TREE..

Jing Yuan... Do I even need to talk about Jing Yuan feeling all old and nostalgic...?

Lonely

I'm gonna start rushing because I think this is becoming too long. But, the more I think about it, the more it starts to become clear to me how these two were left alone at dark times. Ekko, who knew Jinx was being guided by Silco, Vi got fricking arrested, Benzo is dead, Vander is dead, friends are dead. From that point, he's a young boy figuring shtick out for himself.

Dude, it is so clear that Jing Yuan is left behind and lives in the past. He thinks back to the days of the High Cloud Quintent. Despite everyone moving on, Dan Heng has the Express, Jing Liu doing her own adventures, and Blade with the Stellaron Hunters... Jing Yuan is still stuck at the Luofo, where it all began. And no one but the four he spent those times with will understand what they had with each other the most.

Sacrificial

To my final comparison, and my favorite, Ekko and Jing Yuan are (imo) sacrificial.

Ekko, who had the choice to stay in a happier universe, goes back to save his original one, which he didn't have to do, but did it anyway.

Jing Yuan, who dreamed of becoming a galaxy ranger, gave up on his dream to continue protecting his home planet, therefore becoming a general.

Even though these two had opportunities that would've made them happier, they chose to give it up in exchange for the safety of their homes.

[Cue 'It's On Again" - Alicia Keys ft. Kendrick Lamar]

HEADCANON: Both of them have survivors guilt

Okay, that's my ramble! Thank you for listening!

- OOMF KIT-KNOY

[ivarenee]

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[bushelofmuses]

“He’s never asked my opinion before. I can’t decide whether to feel honored or put on the spot. Maybe a bit of both.” || for Ameridan, from Urnarseldo! (dai-era) @dragxnsfire

Fantasy Fiction Starters | Accepting

Ameridan hid his grimace.

Maker, what could Cullen have wanted advice on where it concerned the mages? Cassandra had told Ameridan a small bit about Cullen's experiences, enough to get the hint without straying into gossip territory. He got the point, and as a demon hunter, he knew what they were capable of and how horrific Cullen's experiences were.

But still, Ameridan wondered how much it clouded his judgement. At the end of the day, he was still a former Templar, still guilty by proxy to the horrors committed against mages.

"I'm almost afraid to ask for details on what he was looking for in an answer." Ameridan met Urnarseldo's eyes and offered an awkward smile. "And how well did that answer go over?"

[disgracedghostprincess]

HTTYD reference anyone?

[multiplicationdivision]

It Takes Two to Supersoldier

If one looked at the hundreds of stories about supersoldiers in modern media, they would find a legion of the same message, read loud and clear. The often eugenics-lite masculine Ubermensch, a fantasy born of wartime patriotism for the truly unique ideal American man.

Captain America, the hallmark of this dream. A product of American mad science that made the perfect blond and blue eyed soldier out of a patriotic god loving man. A risky procedure and then the next moment a war won.

Hasan and Mateo were somewhat alike. Mad science sure. Patriotic though?

Hardly.

They stood today as one man, sort of, where they were once two cadets. Hasan, a skinny guy with far too much brains and softness for basic training, almost the epitome of pre-transformation Steve Rogers if you ignored the raging horny gay at the heart of his brain. Exactly like that skinny Steve Rogers though if you were a fan of any fanfiction, Mateo supposed.

That part of Hasan was alive in Mateo as well now. A straight man made confidently bisexual with a couple days spent sharing the same brain as the guy.

Mateo was the guy who’d gotten them into this lab. Had his postings a little too close to confidential meetings, had been a little to close to a Hasan that had his eyes fixed on a rapid influx of disappearing cadets and appearance of identical beefcakes of men. All of them looking a little to familiar to the people who’d left, mixed and merged into something better.

Mateo wasn’t always the brightest soldier (although Hasan had helpful fixed that), but he could put on some convincing flirting to the lab techs when he needed to. He’d been more built than his good friend, but surrounded by absolute demigods, he’d found being overly confident was quite effective. Especially on nerds.

They’d had a solid idea of what they were getting into when they’d signed the required forms and NDAs. Hasan imagined Dragon Ball Z, but they weren’t privileged enough for a platonic fusion dance.

It had been gruelling, yet the memories of the night they’d merged were ecstasy. The good shit, one of the techs had said, before he’d injected the two with 2 different colored serums and presumably watched as they melted into each other.

They hadn’t even known what to do at first, sitting nude staring at each other in a padded room. They were platonic buddies at that point, so far from interest in each other. Hasan had a type that revolved mostly around much more muscular men and unfrtuneatley for Mateo, Hasan just couldn’t cut it as the thicker woman he was singularly into.

It had been three days since that night and they’d readily experimented with their new interests. That first night they’d been an indistinct man spending their isolation period on pornhub, flipping through both of their favorites and receiving a dual epitome of their expanded interests as they stroked their still defining but suitably huge cock. The 2nd night had been Mateo’s treat, their body solidified into their new body, not yet diverging as it tried to return them to being 2 men. They’d both kissed and worship that lab tech they owed, before stealing away one of Hasan’s hunky crushes on the 3rd night.

It was intoxicating, yet it paled against what the merging had felt like. All started when Hasan slumped beside Mateo, the two far too comfortable being nude by each other. The things you get used to in the army, although this time when Hasan sat beside his friend, he hadn’t expected his body to practically magnestize to hum. He hadn’t expected for a vital part in his brain that read platonic to switch to a new undefinable thing.

They’d wanted to be inside each other and just a cock hadn’t been enough. It had hit Mateo at the same time and his feeble straight masculinity was tissue paper to the wave of need. They’d gone from 0 to a 100 in that moment, before they were two figures wrestling on the floor.

It was hard to call it sex because sex could never go that far. When Mateo had kissed Hasan it wasn’t like he’d done plenty of times with a woman. Sure that need for closeness was there, but Mateo never had felt starvation like it. He’d looked into Hasan’s eyes and saw everything the man was. Every part of the guy that was different to him laid out on a platter.

He’d always wondered what it was like to be queer in the army and now he could devour it. Slam his face into Hasan and force the memories of his complicated life into his own, gently index it with his own life like he was simply filling out a library. Slot in the book on a rough childhood with his own, cross reference and decide they were similar enough to not even care about distinguishing the two.

He pumped his years of lacrosse and highschool soccer into the guy in return, watch Hasan’s eyes water with countless images of his teammates sweaty and spent after practice. Mateo would then go in again to snatch Hasan’s overwhelmed brain and feel it for himself. It was like putting on a pair of glasses, seeing all the angles of his buddies that he’d never appreciated before.

Hasan made him wish he could go back in time a fuck his coach and Mateo made sure to remind Hasan of all the many woman he could’ve fucked had Mateo’s sexuality been his own.

That completely disregarded how beyond the mental back and forth, their bodies lost stability with every motion. Every half-metaphorical bite Mateo took out of Hasan drove them closer and closer, until Mateo tried to push himself off only to realize his torso now sunk deep into Hasan’s. The little line of their slightly different skin tones blending as their flesh became liquid.

It was another alien thing that night as Mateo and Hasan’s brains saw this and seemed to only be agitated by their continued separation. Hasan had showed a side of him Mateo had never seen, the man reaching up to Mateo just to slam their skulls together with a sound sideways of the gristly gore it should’ve been. Mateo had half tried to fight it, mostly out of shock, but then Hasan had gripped one of his arms and pressed it into his own, just to use that larger indistinct limb to press themselves even closer.

With their skulls now largely one mass, the night had then become a blur of perspectives. Memories all jumbled up and nothing distinguishable besides a ravaged room and earth shaking pleasure.

Then they’d just been a nearly faceless man, shuffled into a suitably comfortable and reinforced room and shoved a mountain of clothes and supplies before they’d winked out, passed out in a gigantic bed.

They’d woken up a confused mess, full of a doubled lifetime and with skin that hadn’t settled between the traits it decided were best. They’d spent the day sorting it between rounds of naps and jacking off, divying a line between Mateo and Hasan.

It was a meaningless line even now that their bodies were diverging. Mateo was Mateo and Hasan was Hasan mostly out of a coin flip. A coin flip they’d done practically every day since they began to diverge, although the half who was Hasan and the half who was Mateo would probably settle when they had their own bodies. For now though, they both were essentially the same man, with the lexicon of both of their components in their heads. A much bigger man at that, with much more than the sum of their parts.

When their body had settled they’d studied the ways they’d mixed. They weren’t a frankenstein, more so as if the two men had a child together. Hasan’s black eyes darkening Mateo’s brown. Both of their facial hairs combining into a single much thicker beard, far from their young patchy messes. Even their hair had merged, thick and healthy strands compounded between the two. The same hairstyle though, although their whole squadron shared the same cut.

Their body was far from what they’d ever been used to. It was all merely added together, not a balance. Muscles containing the full mass and more of what they’d had before. A cock that probably had added an inch to the sum of their previous parts, laughably only barely contained by an extra tight pair of briefs. They were one of the demigods now, given clothes fit for their 7 foot something size and boots that dwarfed the ground beneath them.

Now they just waited together for the rest. Their bodies would split and then they’d be paired together for the rest of their tour. Only 4 years of service and a then they would be home free, set lose back into the population to “better it” or something. Bring their exceptionalism or other meaningless bullshit to the people.

They had 2 minds of not caring about the service of it all. They’d already gotten what they wanted. The body, the brains, a brother. It had never been about being the best, but about what was best for each other. Now they were each other and wasn’t that better than anything else.

It would be a slog, but these next few years would be put to use. Their new body (bodies) would be put to more than good use and maybe they’d put it to some military use too. Hell, maybe they’d even convince a few other brothers in arms to do the same.

They were gonna be a hell of a pair of super soldiers.

[crowchrome]

INTRODUCTION Hihihi!!~ Call me Crow or Crimson (I love nicknames too!). I'm currently a highschool student (sophomore rn boooo). I'm bi, fatally silly all the time, and I'm new to Tumblr (so expect many, MANYY mistakes. But I'll do my best to correct them!). My interests include: Ramshackle, Pine Point, murder drones, crows, cats, medicine, writing, tea, coffee, math, languages, and mUCH MUCH MORE!!! You can expect numerous rambles regarding each subject. Btw! I use ":)/:3/:o" a lot. I'd love to meet people with similar interests (I'm also opening to people recommending new stuff!!!), people around my age, and just PEOPLE!!! I love chatting, but PLEASE be aware that I'm definitely a little shy at first... Anyways, if you wanna moot me (or just be my friends) feel free to dm me on discord or tumblr! I am most active on Discord. Making a new friend would MAKE MY DAY!! Thankyouthankyouthankyouu :3

[wishmaster]

Dear Wishmaster I tire of my current life, I wish I could be a productive member of society and help people be come who they wish to be.

Suddenly a lamp appears in my hands, a lamp that looks alot like a genie's lamp.

A voice in my mind said rub it. So I did and suddenly this gorgeous man appeared before me.

He stared at me and then I felt my body begin to change. A mirror appeared so I could see myslf. My skin darkened, piercings began to appear accross my body, Tight leather formed as my new muscled, perfect body finished, suddenly I was teh one covered by smoke, a leather turben appeared on my head, suddenly I knew who I was

Holy shit I thought as art in ink form covered my new body. Words came from my mouth in a much deeper voice.

I am the genie of the lamp. with that I found myself sucked inside the lamp and transported to the Wishmaster's shop where I awaited the first soul to set me free.

[kidmentality]

Hello! This is my first post here on Tumblr, I hope you like me! First of all, I loved the app right away! (My English is not very good, so sorry for the mistakes) This drawing is about cole from yaelokre, maybe I'll post something else here

[jackythekitty]

Sooo, I'm just gonna throw myself out there for my first post ever here, yeah? (May or may not be praying someone decides to just adopt me and teach me the way of Tumblr out of pity.) But I'm Jackal, at least that's my full name. I'm a furry lil' critter and just here to share my random, day to day thoughts. As well as my writing, if I can find the time to do it.

To whomever took the time to read this, thanks. And good evening, good morning, or goodnight.

[randommushro0m]

Welcome to my page!

- I'm Mushroom, or Addie! -

- I'm an artist so I post mostly art, but I also have some other interests and I'm in a few fandoms so I might post about that as well -

- I'll tag my art posts under #cool art i made ‼️🪿 -

- Im a self taught artist that uses procreate :) -

- My page won't contain anything nsfw or highly suggestive -