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[inkyquillstories]

Quick Quills: College Swap

Note: Hello! I’ve started writing some Quick Quills for you guys which are digestible short stories. These are way faster to write. I’m still cooking some longer stories for next time though but at least we have variety! I hope you enjoy this one.  PS. The discord version of this story has nsfw pics. If you would like to read that version, you can find it here: https://discord.gg/mMY9wSu4rS

Quick Quills: College Swap

The moment Professor Grayson opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. The room spun in a dizzying blur, his head pounding like a drum. He blinked, trying to focus, and caught sight of his hands—hands that weren’t his. Smooth, strong, with veins running like rivers under taut skin. He flexed them, watching the muscles ripple in awe. These aren’t my hands, he thought, and then it hit him. This wasn’t his body either.

He stood up, wobbling slightly on legs that felt both foreign and powerful somehow. The mirror across the room called to him, and he stumbled toward it, his heart racing like a frantic rabbit. When he saw his reflection, his breath hitched. Staring back at him was not his balding, middle-aged self but a young god—chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, and a mop of golden hair that screamed vitality.

James. The name came to him like a whisper, though he wasn’t sure how he knew it. James, the jock from his lecture hall. James, who had been sitting in the front row, muscles straining against his too-tight T-shirt, looking like he belonged on a billboard rather than in a psychology class.

Professor Grayson—or rather, now James—ran his hands over his new body. His chest was broad, sculpted, like a work of art. His abs were a washboard, firm and unyielding under his fingertips. He could feel the raw power coursing through him, a vitality he hadn’t felt in decades. His heart raced with a mix of disbelief and exhilaration.

“This… this is incredible,” he muttered, his voice deep and smooth, a far cry from the gravelly tone he was used to.

The phone on the desk buzzed, jolting him out of his reverie. He picked it up, seeing the caller ID flash “Professor Grayson.” For a moment, he hesitated, then swiped to answer.

The screen lit up, and there he was—his old body, bald and wrinkled, with a look of pure panic etched across his face.

“What the hell is going on?” the voice that used to be his demanded, high-pitched and frantic. “What did you do to me?”

Professor Grayson couldn’t help but laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that startled him. “Calm down, James,” he said, savoring the way his new voice wrapped around the words. “We’ll figure this out.”

“Figure this out? I’m trapped in your—your old body! My joints hurt, my back is killing me, and I can’t even see without these stupid glasses! You have to fix this—now!”

Professor Grayson smirked, leaning back against the desk. “We will, James. Soon. But for now, just relax. Enjoy the experience.”

“Enjoy it? Are you kidding me? I’m stuck in this—this carcass! Fix it!”

“I promise, we’ll sort it out,” he said, his tone soothing but firm. “Just give me some time.”

Before James could protest further, he ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. The silence that followed was almost deafening. He looked down at his new body, at the muscles that seemed to thrum with life under his skin. He couldn’t help but marvel at it, at the sheer power of it.

Walking over to the mirror again, he stripped off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. His chest was a masterpiece, sculpted from stone and sinew. He ran his hands over his pecs, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of muscle beneath. His nipples were small, dark, and incredibly sensitive, sending shivers down his spine as he brushed against them.

He moved lower, tracing the ridges of his abs, his fingertips catching on the faint trail of hair that led down to the waistband of his jeans. His breath hitched as he realized just how alive he felt, how every touch seemed to ignite a fire within him.

Undoing the button of his jeans, he slid them down his legs, revealing a pair of boxer briefs that clung to him like a second skin. He could feel the weight of his arousal already, the heat and pressure building between his legs. With a shaky breath, he pulled off the briefs, letting his cock spring free.

It was a sight to behold—thick, veiny, and impossibly hard. He wrapped his hand around it, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the warmth, the pulse of it in his grip. He gave it a tentative stroke, moaning softly as pleasure shot through him like a lightning bolt.

His eyes fluttered shut as he began to stroke himself in earnest, his hand moving up and down in slow, deliberate motions. The sensations were overwhelming—the way his skin felt so smooth, so alive, the way every touch seemed to send ripples of pleasure through him. He could feel the heat building in his groin, spreading out to his thighs, his stomach, his chest.

His other hand reached up to squeeze his pec, his thumb brushing against his nipple. The dual sensations—of his hand on his cock and his hand on his chest—were almost too much to bear. He moaned louder, his hips thrusting forward into his grip as he lost himself in the pleasure.

The scent of his arousal filled the air, musky and heady, and he breathed it in deeply, savoring it. He could feel sweat starting to bead on his skin, his body heating up with every stroke. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as he moved faster, his grip tightening slightly.

“Oh god,” he moaned, his voice low and guttural. “This is… this is incredible.”

His toes curled against the carpet as he felt the pressure building, the tension coiling tight in his gut. Every nerve in his body seemed to be on fire, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling with the need for release.

“James,” he breathed, his hand moving faster, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “James…”

And then it hit him—a wave of pleasure so intense it stole his breath away. His cock pulsed in his hand, ropes of cum shooting out and landing on his stomach, his chest. He moaned, long and loud, his body jerking with the force of his orgasm.

When it was over, he sagged against the wall, his legs trembling, his heart racing. He looked down at himself, at the mess he’d made, and couldn’t help but grin.

“Well, James,” he said, his voice still shaky but filled with satisfaction. “I think I’m going to enjoy this.”

The End (?)

[shyalia]

GUYS!!! TDTWB UPDATE IS COMING SOON!

So @saladmix said she would send me the next chapter of The Day the World Broke to beta by next weekend. This was to allow her time to write it, as well as give readers (myself included) a chance to process the curveball from chapter 31 and put their theories together. Because really, who wasn't like this by the end of it?

BUT NOW SHE TELLS ME THAT CHAPTER 32 IS COMPLETED AHEAD OF SCHEDULE!!!

I'm about to do my beta read now, I just had to scream about how excited I am, she is POWERING THROUGH THIS LIKE A BOSS!!

On another note, I am once again putting this out there in case you've missed it:

Saladmix and I have set up a Discord server for anyone who would like to discuss any theories they have about The Day the World Broke (or to discuss the fic in general) in a more interactive group chat setting. Just send either myself or Saladmix a message for a link to join!

[piosplayhouse]

I know the shen yuan being a PIDW fanartist headcanon is already niche enough but since I've been listening to so much brony eurobeat I'm thinking... Fan musician Shen Yuan.. thinking well he might as well use the violin + piano skills from the lessons his parents made him take when he was a kid, plus all of the shitty character playlists with death metal and shit on the PIDW forums are so inaccurate to the story, clearly Binghe would have a much more elegant and refined sound to his character, and of course the lyrics to his character song would be similarly poetic and so romantic and

Yeah he ends up making the most crushingly beautiful romance ballad as a Binghe character song to post on the PIDW forums. And who's to say if it also ends up in his and binghe's wedding later down the line. There's no proof of that

[aquard-skaii]

one's broadcast moodboard <3

[ssreeder]

Hi so I'm probably going to reread liab soon and like catch up bc the last thing I remember reading I think they were in BSS and they've probably moved on from there now like I think it's probably been like a year since I've read it I think I remember trying to reread at some point but then I stopped so trust I'll properly do it this time probably maybe but anyway the point is it occurred to me I haven't talked to you in ages so how have you been my beautiful Sreedy?? I miss annoying you and sending you mysterious anon emojis but honestly I like to think I've matured a bit since I used to do that I mean max will probably tell you otherwise but don't listen to her her opinion is irrelevant also don't listen to anything Merlin says ever bc we met in person and they're actually just a little bitch so yeah um ily im going to start liab now and if not now soon and I might put updates in the discord if im feeling it but also im looking forward to finding my old embarrassing comments I used to leave on every chapter so theres that

HELLO AGAIN 👋 LOVE YOU 🫶 I MISSED YOU

HIIIIIIIIIIIII BEAUTIFUL SPYYYYY!!!

I wholeheartedly agree about M&M (Merlin & Max) and the fact you traveled all the way to visit Merlin is IMPRESSIVE but now you both need to come visit Max and then roadtrip down to Florida. Mmmkay? & funny story is the boys are STILL in BSS haha. The fic will end in BSS(ish) - so we’re still there preparing for battle haha. I also slowed down quite a bit with updating & spent a lot of time giving the boys some healing and getting through some conversations & building up situation-ships but now would be a good time to catch up considering we’re about the battle it out! Yippieeee

as always spy you’re amazing <333333 you three stay out of trouble haha

[thegreatbuttoneer]

WHY DO I BOTHER OPENING MESSAGES THAT START WITH “So you know XYZ…?”

WHY DO I NEVER LEARN

BASHING MY SKULL AGAINST A ROCK AT THE EARLIEST POSSIBLE CONVIENIENCE

AGHHHHHHHHHH.

[enteragoodnamehere]

mutuals would you forgive me if I said I don’t like isat

[des-no9]

i don't like change!!!!! Shock horror says guy who can't cope w change forever

[riderheart]

i know i should be sleeping before my flight but i just scrolled past a random royal au and *grabby hands*

[untoterxhund]

either gonna remake again in the future and hand out the url privately or gonna clean out the followers list again me'thinks. so if you wanna stay mutuals and plan on writing w/ me in the future when I can actually dedicate time to doing so w/out any stressors or anxiety spikes then please, slap that heart real quick for me.

if not, it was a pleasure to write and talk for a bit and wish y'all good luck on your future endeavors 'n stuff.

[universalcarnival]

the follow button is my personal permanent starter call lmao

[chillllii]

when the audhd is fun until you become "i really really really have to give my input/side/idea and i dont give a fuck who's talking or what everyone was initially talking about" and before this site's illiteracy kicks in i'm certain we're all guilty of this to some extent

[arcadequeerz]

Man. at this point I'm just gonna fuck off the internet entirely.

[deliriuxe]

I'd make a full body shot of the design but my ADHD won't let me

I didn't actually see the eclipse (wrong continent) but it definitely got the gears in my head turning. I wish I had art skills to draw the idea bouncing around in my noggin, but consider; corruption takes over Nightmare and Dream. They merge together into one entity called Total Eclipse.

Its magic is ice white, its body is pitch black. It retains Nightmare's 'texture' but it has Dream's ethereal glow. It's large... the intimidating stature of two Gods in one form, with an aura of unspeakable intensity. Despite its two halves famously being at constant war with one another, the entity is stable, unnervingly calm. It constantly looks faintly amused.

When it speaks, it speaks in either Dream or Nightmare's voice. If it's talking to someone who knew one of the two, it uses the voice they're most familiar with. It occasionally uses both at once - seemingly for dramatic effect.

It can trigger any number of feelings in someone with only a glance. It looks like it takes joy in doing so. Standing too close to it can cause uncontrollable tears.

It responds to the name 'Eclipse'. It has a delayed response to 'Dream' - and doesn't seem to react at all to 'Nightmare'.

[aria0fgold]

OH MY GOOOOD! The power that artists have is too much... My tl is filled with CAin's amplE BREASTS!

[altfire]

the twist in the new hbomb video really got me 😭 i was a casual james somerton fan and stopped watching his videos bc i could never tell with the reuploads whether i'd seen them already or not but i had no idea there was any Real drama, let alone to this extent