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Opening a few quick short story commissions. Max of 1.5k-2k words.

$5 per 500 words.

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Taking some more.

Opening a few quick short story commissions. Max of 1.5k-2k words.

$5 per 500 words.

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I may have to take more commissions. My tablet I use to write has started to mess up.

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Opening a few quick short story commissions. Max of 1.5k-2k words.

$5 per 500 words.

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A Marvel Rivals idea where Moon Knight and Namor have Bruce cornered, and Bruce blasts them with a beam from his gamma ray at the highest setting at. As he escapes, the two of them start to be affected by the gamma blast. Moon Knight and Namor both hulking out into massive dumb brutes.

Another idea, a streamer and his friends playing a competitive match and turning into the buffed up verisons of the characters they picked. Wolverine, Punisher, to name a few options for tnem.

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Looking for artists to commission - for a slightly unusual (non-kink) request: Pixel art in a 30x30 grid. I crochet blankets using 30x30 "pixel" patterns - usually under 10 colors (example below). BUT - I have 0 artistic skills to make the patterns myself, and there are NONE to be found for Teen Wolf (or I would also LOVE Hazbin, Superwholock....) I would love to make a blanket from various 30x30 squares- like the jeep, the triskelion, an alpha wolf, beta wolf, back of the lacrosse jerseys, etc. But it's so hard to make something recognizable with such few colors, a small area, and made out of just squares. So if you/someone you know do commissions like this, please send me a message!

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David and Felix started a trial only to end up being found by a new killer that neither of them had encntered before. They are hit with a strange blast from the cloaked man's hand. The pair slowly transforming in some way soon after.

One option the two melt into each other to an extent and fuse together to make a new man.

Another option the two devolve and become hairy burly cavemen of sorts.

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Devin didn't care to pay attention to his professors, he only got accepted into the prestigious college because of his parents and due to his skill in sports. He would have long since failed his classes if he didn't intimidate his peers to doing his work for him. As well as getting some of the professors to look the other way when it came to his test scores or him cheating.

One student had enough of the special treat Devin was receiving, so he decided to do something about it. It was easy tricking Devin to drink the special drink he made for him. He watches as class goes on as Devin begins to change. The young man's medium length curly hair shifting as it turns silver. Styling into a neat particular style.

His dusting of stubble thickened. The stubble lengthening into a fuller beard. The young jock matured in age, his muscles deflating a bit, but he still retains decent muscular physique. Devin's posture even shifts. Going from slacking to being more focused. As if he is actually listening to what is being talked about in class. It isn't long before Devin starts to raise his hand, asking questions as well as challenging the Professor's intellect. To the point the professor snaps that maybe he should teach the class.

Devin rose from his seat and did just that, his causal clothing shifting around him into a more classy outfit to fit the new man Devin has become. The new man doesn't waste time getting into teaching the class now. The other professor steppinf aside. Dumbfounded that he had seemed to be replaced by the former spoiled jock. The former jock now is a respected, well-mannered, intelligent gentleman. A far contrast to the arrogant brat of a young man that he was before.

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A fraternity having a Christmas party before they all leave to go home for the holidays. The young men paused to share a toast before they resume their party. Each of them taking a shot of spiked eggnog. Unaware an uninvited guest added something extra to their drink to give it more spice.

Through the night, each young man changes. All of them are aging several years, pushing them out of their twenties to their late thirties to early forties. Their athletic body types softening to more chubby thicker dad bod types. Soon, the fraternity of young college men is now older, mature, burly sized men. Each one gaining new memories and personality while settling into their new selves.

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He couldn't help but to keep touching his pecs. Whatever it is his weird roommate did to him, was making him enjoying the feeling of his pecs under his touch. He closes his eyes. Soft moans escaping him while he became lost in the pleasure.

He was vaguely aware of his pecs getting larger under his palms. Both inflating with muscle. The muscle growth cascades through the rest of him. Biceps gaining bulk to the,, veins bulging against them. His chest and back widen outwards, becoming more broader.

It wasn't just muscle gains either, he felt his face itching along his jawline. Days worth of stubble growing to form a neatly groomed beard on his formerly clean shaven face.

A trickle of drool runs down the side of his mouth. Opening his eyes he thrusts his hips forward. His dick fully erect, sputtering precum as he goons by just just playing with his thick muscle tits.

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Fall From Grace

Dean Winchester scarfed down the last of his burger as he eyed the muttering student that walked by him. The last thing he wanted to do was research and so he quickly found one of the best diners in Baltimore. With the student gone, he was the only one remaining in the place, and for a moment he was almost worried every other person in here was a demon.

Ever since he came in and started enjoying his typical meal of burgers, fries, and pie as dessert, every single inside left. Everyone's besides him and the scoffing suited man who was wiping down the newly absent tables. Thankful for the quiet, Dean raised his feet, letting them sit on the table as he sat back and continued eating. 

“Excuse me, could you please take your feet off the table?” asked the stranger, clearly the owne

“Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute and I’ll be outta here,” scoffed Dean, rolling his eyes. He continued stuffing his face with the last of his food as his boots remained on the table Who was this guy even trying to impress? There was nobody else here! 

“Fine, can you please at least try to talk without your mouth full?” questioned the stranger. Dean simply glared at him, still eating. “It’s quite rude.” 

“Whatever,” replied Dean without even thinking, crumbs spilled from his full mouth as he spoke. “I’m about to leave this dump anyway.” That was it, the stranger crossed his arms and looked down at Dean. If the Winchester was smart he would have perhaps been a bit more privy about the man’s odd nature to the smarter Sam. Maybe he would have been smart enough to note how suspicious this all was - how a suited man was cleaning a diner all by himself, how this place seemed to pop out of nowhere only to garner great reviews and why this man’s eyes suddenly started glowing. 

“I don’t think so. You’ve been rude to me and driven away my customers. I think it’s time for a change in that attitude,” spoke the man. 

“Look I’m leaving anyway and I don’t-” started Dean as he stood up glaring at the man. But instantly his face began to fall slack, his frowning lips beginning to separate slightly as his furrowed brows eased. His eyes stared into the glowing eyes of the suited man and suddenly it felt so hard to move and-

“So hard to think, isn’t it?” said the man. “Just stare into my eyes, that’s it...just focus on them and let yourself just start to relax.” 

“Wha…” Dean instinctively reached for a weapon but he felt that he didn’t need to. He simply needed to relax and his arms were the next to fall slack, as he started to feel himself drop back in the diner seat. 

“That’s right...and in a moment you’ll just want to sleep, just keep staring, just relax…” instructed the man. Dean could feel the voice booming in the back of his mind, it echoed all around him and it just made it so much harder to ignore. Even as his vision blurred, all he could see were those hypnotic glowing orbs, almost turning into spirals as he just leaned back, relaxing further and further. “Sleep.”

The man snapped his fingers.

The sound seemed to boom and with that Dean felt himself slip into the sweet abyss of slumber. 

He didn’t know where he was or what he was doing, all he could make out was a low voice, whispering from the darkness. 

“Now you will follow all my suggestions whenever I snap my fingers, do you understand?”

Dean said nothing, but in his mind he knew that he had to follow all the man’s suggestions whenever he snapped his fingers. Anything from service to something as simple as-

“Wake up!” 

Dean instantly got up, eyes opening suddenly as he looked around to see himself in a dressing room, large wardrobes encompassed the walls filled with formal attire. He glanced around to see the man still standing over him, arms crossed. For a moment he wanted to say something, but his mind drew a blank, everything was foggy and he couldn’t even remember what just happened for the past hour. 

“What the- Where am I?” cried Dean. The Winchester instantly bolted up, ready to tackle the man if he needed to. 

“Stay standing there” spoke the man, the same snap of the fingers boomed in Dean’s mind and he found his body moving automatically. He nodded with wide eyes as his body stiffened in place. His feet felt so heavy and he couldn’t even take a step if he wanted to...and oddly enough he didn’t really want to.

“Start taking off your clothes.” 

“Yeah,” uttered Dean, blinking as he looked down at himself, surprised as to why he suddenly spoke affirmatively. But he was more surprised to find his hands beginning to unbutton his flannel shirt. “What am I doing? Stop this!” He had dealt with powerful magical before, but nothing that made him feel so...powerless, not even possession. 

“Every piece of clothing you strip, strips away a part of yourself, all those messy rude habits you have,” spoke the man, snapping his fingers again as Dean couldn’t help but nod, no matter how much he clenched his jaw and tried to stop. He stripped out of his shirt, letting it fall to the ground. It disappeared out of sight, and soon out of mind, much like his habit. “You won’t ever speak with your mouth full.” The fingers snapped. 

“I won’t ever speak with my mouth full,” repeated Dean. He wouldn’t, that was messy, rude, a bad habit that he had to stop. Dean blinked, this wasn’t him...or was it? He could hardly tell anymore with how hazy and fractured he felt as he began working on taking off his shoes and socks. 

“You won’t put your feet up on the table.”

Snap. 

“I won’t ever put my feet up on the table,” said Dean. He had to figure some way out of here, but his body wasn’t his to control and neither was his mind. But then again was it so bad...most people would take the chance to hurt him, surely this man was just helping get rid of those nasty habits of his. This man was here to help, thought Dean as he stripped out of his jeans. 

“You will not be rude to others.”

Snap. 

“I will not be rude to others,” replied Dean, instantly beginning to feel guilty for the way he was acting. He was loud, brash and annoying, ruining the day for the other diners. Dean reminded himself that needed to stop being so rude as he stripped out of his underwear, freeing his hard thick cock. Dean didn’t understand why he was getting so turned on, but his heart raced as that nagging shouting in the back of his mind telling him to stop, to get out, to call Sam or do anything, grew quieter with every passing moment. 

“Very good Dean,” said the man. Dean barely flinched at the man knowing his name. “Now that we’ve gotten rid of some of your bad habits. We need to add some good ones. So you see that nice suit over there? Why don’t you put that on. Every article of clothing you put on, will turn you into the new you!”

Snap came the fingers and Dean instantly nodded as he began walking over to see a perfectly measured suit and bowtie. He began suiting up and each article changed a part of him. The underwear was first.

“You will speak politely and courteously, no more of that rough southern drawl of yours.”

Snap.

“I will speak politely and courteously…” Dean barely had the energy to finish as his voice changed, beginning to sound more like someone who grew up in Washington than Kansas. He began to put on the shirt. 

“You will treat others with respect. In fact you’ll get a job at my prestigious private club as a bartender,” commanded the man, snapping his fingers. Dean nodded, suddenly the images of rough bars with plenty of whiskey was replaced with upscale high end clubs with suited men like him serving drinks. It was the perfect place for Dean Winchester to start serving his superiors with the respect they deserved. 

“Yes, respect...new job…” murmured Dean, blinking slightly as all memory and desire of being a hunter, dealing with the supernatural, all of it sunk to the back of the mind, growing quiet forever. He could never have a rough job like that, he thought as he arranged his new cufflinks and placed on the suit jacket. 

“You will want to be more sexual, showing off your toned body and serving your superiors the right way. But of course you can’t have any tattoos or scars defacing a gentleman like you.”

Snap.

Dean’s skin began to be washed over, his classic anti possession tattoo fading away like his old self as he groaned slightly. His cock throbbed as he felt his already impressive set of six packs abs tighten, his chest grew slightly broader, allowing for his pecs to be larger. His quads grew, expanding slightly as his biceps did the same. Somehow Dean’s body grew more impressive and better than the active hunter already was. 

“Serving superiors the right way…” droned Dean, as he began to put on the pants, the garter socks and the shiny polished shoes, a set of suggestions lined up and ready to take over Dean’s mind like a tidal wave.

“You are horny for men, loving them. You are also a skilled stripper, as my club and I cater to that kind of audience. Finally, you will forget about your previous life, you will simply Dean Winchester, a dignified gentleman.”

The last snap and Dean suddenly heard himself moan out loud, blushing slightly for such undignified behaviour, but he was sure his superior would understand as his new personality settled in. Dean looked at himself, admiring the view in the mirror as the suit perfectly fit his muscular frame.

“Yes…” said Dean. He pursed his lips, fixing his bowtie. 

“How do you feel Dean?” asked the man. “Do you feel any different? Do you like hunting or eating in diners?

Dean studied himself, for a moment he didn’t recognise himself before he looked at the reflection up and down. 

“No I’d hate that. I’d rather just start getting a job and focusing on being the best server I can be,” said Dean, speaking eloquently and brushing down his suit. He needed it prim and perfect. 

“Very good, I think I could find a position for you. Sit down. Tell me about yourself, Dean,” said the man. Dean did as he was instructed. 

“I grew up quite poor but managed to work hard in school, went to an Ivy League college and studied my best to follow my passions and be the best person I could be. Now I’m here, looking for a new job and new people to serve, all my jobs have been like that, it’s just something I feel I was meant to do,” explained Dean, not missing a beat.

He smiled, remembering his (new) life well, and all the experiences that came with learning proper discipline and the ways hot gentlemen like him are meant to behave.

“Very good. You’ve done well Dean and I feel like you’ve earned a reward. Come.”

Snap. 

Dean Winchester grabbed his crotch as he moaned out loud, wracked with pleasure. The only thing he could think was that besides ruining his suit and how wrong it was to act so inappropriately, it was the best he ever felt, and he would do anything for more of his reward. 

The next few days Dean’s life had changed drastically, the man drained his account to rent an apartment and buy expensive formal attire. He needed a job, not just for the money, but because it was what he was meant to do, and found himself being signed on as both bartender and stripper for one of the most prestigious clubs in the city. The new Winchester was a better one, at least that’s how Dean, and his new superior found it. 

He ignored his brother’s calls, deciding he would introduce him to the suited man another time, for now Dean felt himself putting on his own suit, smiling at his new self, excited and for good reason. 

Tonight was his first shift.

He knew now that anybody acting so brash and rudely around him would think twice about it, otherwise they’d find themselves like Dean where justice is served. 

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He was watching wrestling with his boyfriend. He didn't care about the sport, but he didn't mind indulging his boyfriend and watching it with him. His boyfriend got up to make them some food. While he was alone, the TV started to flicker. He frowns, getting up from his seat to step towards the TV.

Only to be knocked backwards by a ball of blue light. He grunts in a deeper voice. Astonished by what just happened. His body felt strange, in a good way. His muscles tensing, throbbing, expending. He groans, his mind lead into a trance. Smiling, he can't help but start to flex. His biceps bulging from the action. He continued to change.

His longer hair and beard shave down. Leaving his face clean shaven and his short in a buzzed over style. His face ripples, gaining more rugged attributes. He starts to awaken from his trance just as his boyfriend walks back in the room.

He smirks over at the startled smaller man. Giving the guy a bicep flex and winks, asking him if he wants to have some fun with a pro wrestling star.

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Two roommates that couldn't get along with each other. The two men were always bickering about something. Much to the annoyance of their neighbor. The older man had enough and decided to cast a spell to get the two young men to get a long.

Only his spell worked a little too well. The two men went from hating each other to being madly in love with one another. The new couple making different kinds of noises now, much to the neighbors' dismay, who now has to hear their loud moans.

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Their neighbors also end up affected by Stiles' backfired spell. Their neighbor Dean beside them hit with the Christmas magic. Turning the brooding man into a bubbly muscular elf. More brawn than brain now the new elf often finds himself clumsily entangled in the Christmas decor around the workshop.

Stiles tries to do a spell to harness Christmas magic. Because surely that's a thing right? If not then it would be something he can write down in his journal he is working on about what sort of magic there is.

To his surprise however when he starts to channel his power to harness this unknown magic. He finds how it is actually true. Though his surprise to this and just how powerful it feels overwhelmes him and the young man mistakenly unleashes this raw power outwards that fills his and Derek's apartment.

Their apartment turning into a cozy cottage filled with Christmas decor. Hell Stiles would joke about it looking like Santa's workshop if he didn't see his reflection in the mirror.

"Oh shit." He says. Rushing to the mirror.

Stiles was older, a lot older in face. His messy brown hair was silver and white styled neatly. Just like the thick beard that now covered his mature face.

He hears a deep voice calling his name and he winces, turning around to see Derek, he assumes it's Derek at least if the glaring scowl the other man is giving him is to go by.

"Mind telling me what the hell you did to cause all these?" Derek asks him.

Like Stiles Derek too seems to have been turned into a hunky Santa. Stiles found himself distracted just looking at how hot Derek looked with the grey hair and beard. Looking like he was ready to do a sexy Santa photoshoot.

He only snaps out of it when Derek calls his name. And he gives his boyfriend a sheepish look.

"Ummm, tis the season?" Stiles says since he had no idea what else to say.

Derek rolls his eyes, but he can tell his boyfriend is intrigued by this as he is despite how he is acting.

Maybe they can wait on finding a way to undo this Christmas spell for now. To instead have some fun with one another.

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Stiles tries to do a spell to harness Christmas magic. Because surely that's a thing right? If not then it would be something he can write down in his journal he is working on about what sort of magic there is.

To his surprise however when he starts to channel his power to harness this unknown magic. He finds how it is actually true. Though his surprise to this and just how powerful it feels overwhelmes him and the young man mistakenly unleashes this raw power outwards that fills his and Derek's apartment.

Their apartment turning into a cozy cottage filled with Christmas decor. Hell Stiles would joke about it looking like Santa's workshop if he didn't see his reflection in the mirror.

"Oh shit." He says. Rushing to the mirror.

Stiles was older, a lot older in face. His messy brown hair was silver and white styled neatly. Just like the thick beard that now covered his mature face.

He hears a deep voice calling his name and he winces, turning around to see Derek, he assumes it's Derek at least if the glaring scowl the other man is giving him is to go by.

"Mind telling me what the hell you did to cause all these?" Derek asks him.

Like Stiles Derek too seems to have been turned into a hunky Santa. Stiles found himself distracted just looking at how hot Derek looked with the grey hair and beard. Looking like he was ready to do a sexy Santa photoshoot.

He only snaps out of it when Derek calls his name. And he gives his boyfriend a sheepish look.

"Ummm, tis the season?" Stiles says since he had no idea what else to say.

Derek rolls his eyes, but he can tell his boyfriend is intrigued by this as he is despite how he is acting.

Maybe they can wait on finding a way to undo this Christmas spell for now. To instead have some fun with one another.