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Linktober 2025 Day 2: Magic🪞

The Mirror sighing, this being the fiftieth time that day Shane's asked that question: You are.

I'm honestly trying to break my art block. I wonder how quickly this will turn into a new pairing?

I saw the trailer myself and instantly thought of Twst! 😭

Maybe Yuu wouldn’t be able to have their own café (lack of capital for startup), but they could be the Mostro Lounge’s barista or something? They have what appears to be a bar-like area:

It could be considered a part-time job to supplement the monthly allowance Crowley gives Yuu! It’d also be a good way for them to spread the Magic of Friendship and interact with the student body way more than what is shown in the main story.

If that part-time job goes well and Yuu enjoys it, maybe it could be a viable career path for them once they graduate NRC (assuming they don't find a way back to their world)? With a degree from a prestigious arcane academy + connections built by then, Yuu could surely net some financial backers and set up shop in Foothill Town (or even on NRC campus!). They could even have drinks and sweets themed after the dorms of inspired by their classmates. Since a lot of the expendable items in Twst gameplay are edible, it would also be so cool if Yuu recreated them for their business. Friendship Popcorn, Leaping Macarons, Rich Card Cookies, Limelight Waffles, Lucky Cupcakes, Starshards, Friendship Tea, Secret Snacks, breads drizzled with Blooming Honey, etc. It sounds like the beginning of a cozy fantasy novel www

In Disney Villains Cursed Café because I want to talk about how silly it is, you play the part of a "potionista" and serve magical brews to various Disney villains in a modern setting. Your choices will influence the villains' ambitions and result in different things happening in their storylines! Some stories teased include:

Gaston attempting to impress his golfing buddies

Hook wanting to be the star of a community theater production

Maleficent seeking to dominate on social media

Ursula becoming a reality TV sensation

The art style is very stylish, and I'm always a sucker for games involving food and fairy tale motifs 🤡

Some customers you'll meet include Ursula, Gaston, Jafar, Captain Hook. Cruelle De Vil, and Maleficent (in casual wear!). asdbasoydasd The Mistress of Evil using her staff as a selfie stick in the promo art makes me laugh a little 😅 Gaston looking preppy and athletic is also super fitting, but Jafar looks so different in a hat and suit that I had to do a double-take when I first saw him.

If you pay close attention, you'll also find Easter eggs in the decor and background! For example, Flotsam and Jetsam are in a glass container on the left of your counter, and the Magic Mirror seems to be mounted on the right. You'll find customers seated at tables and enjoying their drinks (JAFAR WHY ARE YOU HUNCHED OVER LIKE THAT... I also spot what seems to be the Evil Queen in one screenshot?)

Yzma also makes an appearance; apparently, she helps you with ingredients upgrades to make even more powerful potions.

THIS IS SO SILLY... My brain is just superimposing the NRC boys in these scenarios and that magnifies the silliness 😭

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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When spending the holidays with those we hold much dearer, It’s important to self-reflect and look in the mirror.

When Trevor had told Ethan to go pick up a new mirror for him from one of their neighbors, he hadn’t really been given much of a choice. Instead, the young man was practically thrown out with a snarl, the larger man telling him not to come back until he had what Trevor bought. Of course, there was no way Ethan would be able to carry the mirror back by himself, so he enlisted the help of his friend Stephen to tag along with him.

“It should be this apartment,” the grad student hummed as they reached the third floor. His confusion rested on the slightly ajar door, as if someone had left in a hurry but didn’t close the door all the way. Trevor did tell the man that they were coming, right? “I think he said that they met at the gym or something,” Ethan explained to Stephen as he knocked lightly on the door.

The door opened, giving sight to a rather large man dressed as if he were about to head out. He cast his eyes down at them, gazing over his rather large and mountainous pecs towards the two young men. The neighbor’s eyes lingered on them, a slight glint of derision in his eyes as he eyed the two. “What the hell do you want?”

Stephen could only squeak in surprise, shifting to stand behind Ethan nervously as the grad student stared back. He huffed, doing his best to not let his gaze wander any lower than the other man’s face. “We’re here to pick up stuff for Trevor. He sent us to grab a mirror for him or something,” he shot back. 

The other man raised a brow at the duo, a sneer finding its way onto his lips. “Seriously? I suppose it’d make sense for Trevor to send some little nerds to do things for him, though. I just don’t see him spending time with some losers like you.” But before either of them could open their mouths in response, the muscular man jerked his head back towards the rest of his apartment. “C’mon. I got some places to be, and I ain’t waiting for you pipsqueaks. The name’s Angelo. The mirror’s in the bedroom. Just come in and wait here; I don’t want you rootin’ around my stuff in the bedroom,” the jock growled.

With that, he spun away from them, offering Stephen and Ethan an ample showing of those fat, jiggling ass cheeks as he stormed into his bedroom. The two young men awkwardly shuffled into the apartment, although Stephen was unable to stop himself from reaching up and pinching his nose in disgust. “Ugh, has he ever thought about showering or washing his clothes? This dude’s whole place reeks of B.O.,” he groaned.

After moving into a house with Leo and Trevor, Ethan had gotten quite used to the smell of sweaty jocks, though. Angelo’s apartment had a different smell, but it was just as musky and heady as the others. And since Trevor had made it Ethan’s responsibility to take care of all of their laundry in the apartment, he dealt with sweaty smells on a relatively frequent basis. Ethan had instead pulled out his phone, flipping through it out of boredom. He texted Trevor to let him know that they were picking up the mirror, only to receive a middle finger emoji as a response. Typical, he thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. However, Ethan paused once he reached the Advent calendar app. At this point, going through it was more of a chore than anything else, but Ethan figured that this was no different than checking a daily horoscope and moving on with his day. And sure enough, the app spat back a simple rhyming couplet, the text spouting something about self-reflecting in a mirror. What a coincidence, he thought to himself as he rolled his eyes again in annoyance.

“Everything okay? You seem annoyed by something,” Stephen asked curiously, having also grown bored from waiting and looking over at Ethan instead. But before Ethan could say anything more, the two of them heard a sharp yelp and a low groan in the same timbre as Angelo’s voice.

With their eyes widening in surprise, the two of them hurried over to the slightly ajar bedroom door, knocking on it carefully. “Angelo? A-Are you okay?” Stephen called out nervously, the young man resuming his scared position behind Ethan. When they received no response, Ethan reached out to push the door open wider. The pure scent and musk of the other man were even more potent in his bedroom, although the large beast of a man didn’t seem to be anywhere.

“Huh, where’d he go? There’s no way he just jumped out the window or something, did he?” he asked as he stepped into the room.

“What are you doing, Ethan?!” Stephen whispered back in a hushed tone, following after him when he saw that his friend wasn’t stopping. “What if he catches us or something? We’re gonna get in trouble!”

Ethan only shrugged his shoulders, glancing around the space as if he could see a sign of Angelo anywhere. “I don’t even know where he is. I bet this is some weird elaborate set-up from Trevor and that gym rat to prank us and make our lives miserable,” he grumbled. But his gaze fell towards Angelo’s nightstand, his brows furrowing in confusion when he saw the other’s wallet and keys still there. Where did he go?

“H-Hey, Ethan? Isn’t that… the stuff he was wearing?” Stephen called out. Ethan’s gaze flicked up once more, only to see his friend standing in front of a large, full-body mirror. It matched the description that Trevor had given them, although in front of it was a heap of clothes that was similar to what Angelo had been wearing.

“Huh, I guess so. What, did that meathead just strip to nothing and run out of here?” Ethan mused with a small snort as he walked over to it. He glanced over at Stephen, half-expecting a witty response or another nervous stammer. But instead, he saw his friend staring at the mirror, his brows knitted in confusion. 

“...Is there something weird with this mirror? I… My reflection looks like Angelo!”

At Stephen’s exclamation, Ethan glanced over at the mirror in surprise. And surely enough, while his reflection seemed the exact same, his friend’s appearance was a precise mimic of Angelo’s big and beefy body. It was nothing like Stephen’s chunkier frame. For a moment, the two of them stared at the pure build and brawn of the other man in the mirror. It was as if all the fat had gone towards making his chest and ass cheeks swell up instead. And the rather prominent bulge at the front of his shorts only highlighted just how much Angelo had been packing.

Stephen appeared to be having the time of his life, grinning as he flexed and turned his body. The chubbier man was giddy at the sight of Angelo, who reflected his movements in the mirror, his eyes gleaming at the make-believe fantasy. “Man, this is so cool! I wish I could have muscles like this. I bet all the guys would want me if I looked like him. And I always wanted tattoos too…” he hummed as he imagined himself as the jock. Ethan chuckled in response, smiling as he watched his friend enjoy himself. It seemed like the first time he had really seen Stephen seem happy about his body. Someone as sweet and caring as Stephen would have been a much better match for someone as aggressive and stand-offish as Angelo.

“Alright, enough posing for the day, Mr. Olympia. I’m pretty sure this is the mirror. Let’s just grab it and go. Trevor said he already paid for it, so we can just take it back.”

But Ethan’s words were lost on Stephen, his friend still fixated on flexing in front of the mirror. He was busy making Angelo’s ass cheeks bounce and jiggle, even slapping his own butt to see the reflection do the same. “Man…” he murmured as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out towards Angelo’s reflection. “You think Trevor would let me have this mirror instead? I’d pay him just so I can look like–” 

Ethan blinked the moment Stephen’s fingers brushed against the reflective surface of the mirror. In one moment, his friend was admiring the funny antics of the mirror. In the next, Angelo was standing there, towering over him with that same cool gaze he greeted them with. Ethan stumbled back in surprise, his eyes widening at being caught in the other’s bedroom. “A-Angelo?! W-We weren’t doing anything, we were just grabbing the mirror!” he stammered out quickly. Where was Stephen? And where did Angelo come from?

To his surprise, unlike the visceral anger or stony disgust that he was expecting to be slapped with from someone like Angelo, the beefy man only stared back at him in confusion. “E-Ethan? W-What… what do you mean? I’m Stephen!” he said back in that low, gravely tone. His eyes widened in surprise, as if shocked to hear his own voice. And the jock’s hands were soon flying up to his tatted throat, squeezing it in surprise. “What the hell?”

“S-Stephen? This isn’t… this isn’t some prank, right? Give me back my friend!” Ethan yelled, his eyes glistening with fury. Whatever sick joke Angelo and Trevor had planned for them didn’t deserve to be dished out on his friend. Why was he pretending to know him? As his fists shot forward, though, the jock caught them with ease, surprise still on his face. The grip on Ethan’s wrists was a bit too hard, and the young man winced at the sudden flash of pain rushing through his body.

“Ah, shit! I’m sorry. Sorry, Ethan. I… Whoa, I feel so strong…” Angelo murmured as he reached down to poke at his pecs. “Wait, I’m actually Stephen! I promise. Remember when we got dinner a couple of days ago, and you were talking about how you were having problems with your boyfriend because he was jealous about how much Devon liked flexing for you? Or how we were both trying not to stare at the sexy DILF you have as a boss at your coffee shop?”

Ethan’s struggle slowly faded at those words, his eyes widening as he stared up at the jock with a mixture of both surprise and confusion. “...S-Stephen? How… what’s going on? How are you… You look like Angelo!”

The large-chested man offered a sheepish smile, shrugging as he gently released Ethan’s hands. “I don’t know. I mean, I just touched the mirror because I wanted a better look at myself. And then the next thing I know, you’re trying to attack me.” The grad student blushed at that, a flush of red coloring his cheeks as he stared up at Angelo.

“Sorry about that. I thought… that jock did something to you. I didn’t know where you were, and I panicked.”

Angelo grinned as he flashed a bright smile down at Ethan. “No, I totally get it. I don’t really know what happened or what’s going on, but I can’t say I’m complaining. If you were in my shoes, I probably would have reacted the same way too,” he noted with a more somber expression lingering on the usually cocky face.

Pausing as he rubbed at his wrists, Ethan stared up at Angelo with a curious expression in his eyes. “So… Are you just Angelo now? I mean, do we… try and get you back? Do I still call you Stephen?”

The large man grimaced at the idea of it, shaking his head in response. “I… I definitely don’t want to go back. I mean, this dude is hot. Have you seen this? Plus, it’s weird, but I feel like I can keep being him. All the stuff about his workouts, what to eat, his life, it’s all in my head here,” Angelo murmured as he tapped the side of his skull. “I guess you can’t really call me ‘Stephen’ without people being really confused. And Angelo sounds kinda sexier anyway,” he teased. The rather prominent bulge hanging between the two of them twitched at that, and Angelo offered up an awkward laugh at his body showing off just how much he liked it.

“I mean, I don’t even know how this guy went about his day. His body’s so sensitive everywhere. It feels like I could blow my load just from wearing all these tight shirts,” Angelo continued as he pushed up his heavy pecs. He grinned as he bounced them, showing off the sheer size and heft stretched up against the shirt.

Angelo seemed to notice the way Ethan gawked at him, only grinning as he tugged off the rest of his clothes in one fluid motion. The jock made sure to strip most slowly and sensually possible, letting each bit of his clothes struggle against his bulky body. The fabric clung to his skin, as if refusing to let go. Finally, with the last few bits being discarded to the floor, Angelo was left standing in front of the mirror in skimpy underwear, barely doing anything to hide the thick cock straining against the damp pouch and the fat ass cheeks spilling out at the sides. If Ethan didn’t know any better, it almost looked as if he were wearing a thong, with what little fabric was left visible. Angelo’s jiggling cheeks had practically swallowed up the rest between that tempting crack.

Carefully making his way over to the bed with the grace and flexibility of a cat, Angelo sashayed over to the bed. The more flowery, prancing movement seemed out of place on a man so dedicated to building up his body, and yet Ethan could see how even the simplest movements made all the right assets bounce before his very eyes. Angelo lay down on the bed, spreading his legs apart as he eyed his friend with a lustful look in his eyes. “Hey, I bet he would have never done this with either of us. Even if his body feels like it’s ready to cum like fifteen times. You know, I don’t think he’s ever been eaten out before. But I can already tell that this ass could take just about anything in it. And his nipples are begging to be sucked.”

With his friend in the driver’s seat, Ethan could only watch as Angelo made a show of himself on the bed. The jock writhed about as he touched and groped at his body. He never broke his eye contact with Ethan, though, licking his lips hungrily as he carefully pushed down his undergarments. “Oh, Ethan… I bet you were fantasizing about this body the whole time, weren’t you? Come on, baby. I’m practically begging for you to do something to me. Anything. I bet you’re dying for a taste. I know I said that he smelled earlier, but now his musk is like… the most intoxicating thing. Fuck, no wonder this place smells so strongly of him. I can’t get enough,” Angelo moaned lewdly. As one hand reached up to tweak at his nipples, the other slid down between his thighs to spread apart his cheeks. Ethan gasped as he watched the other man’s thick fingers gently poke and pat at his tight pucker, clearly unused by anyone just yet.

“If I could get wet here, I would. You think you can help me out? His body’s so sensitive… I just need to feel something…”

Without another word, Ethan carefully made his way onto the bed. He positioned himself between Angelo’s thick thighs, his trembling hands gripping the insides of his legs to help keep himself steady. The jock only mewled at the feeling, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Hah… Fuck yeah… Just like that… I’m aching for you, Ethan….” he whimpered. The young man leaned in, letting his head slip up between the two sweaty cheeks. His tongue darted forward, probing and flicking at the slick hole. The taste of jock overwhelmed his senses, and Ethan’s own body offered up a few involuntary moans as he dove in a bit deeper. With Angelo’s thick body keeping him in place, Ethan wasn’t even sure if he could pull away now if he wanted to. The other man certainly had the strength to keep his face pressed up between those bouncy cheeks. And it wasn’t like he really wanted to stop anyway.

Angelo moaned and squealed with delight as he felt Ethan lick and spit on his hole. His own cock was leaking precum all over his stomach, the rivulets trickling between the crevices of his abs and cum gutters. The hunk panted with need, a growing heat in his crotch making him squirm about on the bed. “Oh, fuck… Hah… Oh Ethan… I’m so wet down there…” he cooed as he felt the other’s warm saliva coating along and inside his pink pucker. Reaching down to grab one of Ethan’s hands, Angelo guided it up towards his heaving chest, letting it settle onto his nipples. “Fuck… Pinch me… Squeeze me… Use me, baby…” he groaned. The overwhelming waves of pleasure and sensitivity wracked Angelo in a way that he had never felt before. He certainly wasn’t getting any when he was in his original body, and this new form was far more attuned to the mere touches of another.

Without much warning, Angelo’s shuddering moans began to increase in volume. In the next moments, his twitching, throbbing cock was shooting thick ropes of cum into the air. The cum splattered onto his heavy pecs, staining the dark tattooed ink with a sticky white. Angelo moaned as his hips bucked, his orgasm coming as fast and violent as he had once been. His asscheeks clamped down around Ethan’s head, keeping the other man in place as he came. He hadn’t even registered what his body was doing until he slowly came down from that dizzying height. And for a moment, the two of them simply lay there in bed, with Angelo coated in his own cum and sweat.

“...Fuck,” he rasped as he slowly relaxed his muscles to give Ethan the chance to breathe. “I… didn’t think that would be so fast. I was hoping you could fuck me too. And then fuck these fat tits of mine,” he groaned as the jock reached down to swipe up some of his own cum that coated his abs. After a moment, Angelo glanced down at his friend, a devious smirk forming on his lips. He began smearing the cum off his fingertips over his puffy areolas, watching as Ethan stared at the movement. “I guess I’ll settle for you sucking my seed off my nipples. I bet it’ll taste really good…” Angelo hummed.

Ethan didn’t need much encouragement, already sliding up to lick and suck away at the other’s heaving pecs. His low moans and whimpers of delight filled the otherwise silent bedroom, and the only noise left was the wet slurps of Ethan’s greedy mouth lapping up as much cum as Angelo would feed him. When the jock surmised that he was clean enough, he gently pushed Ethan away from his chest. The nipples were puffier than before, a slight tinge of red indicating just how much the young man had nipped and tugged at them with his mouth.

“Fuck, I’d just lie here all day in bed with you, exploring our bodies together. But I think Trevor’s getting pissed that you aren’t coming back,” Angelo hummed as he nodded his head towards the blinking screen of Ethan’s phone. “We should probably drop off that mirror of his before he throws a fit.” Reluctantly pulling away and sliding off the bed, Ethan sighed as he opened up his phone, glancing through the flurry of angry messages from his housemate. Angelo, humming sympathetically for his friend, also stood up, rifling through his drawers as he pulled out some fresh clothes to wear.

“You know, I never understood why you wanted to live there with them. I get that they’re hot, but they definitely shouldn’t treat you that way. I just could never do anything about it for you,” Angelo said softly with a saddened expression on his face. “But I’ll tell you what. With me in control of all this muscle and brawn, why don’t you move in here with me? I’ll treat you a whole lot better than they would. And it seems like we could definitely explore this new body of mine way more together,” he purred as he leaned in close.

The jock could see his friend’s eyes widen in surprise, as if he were actually considering such a proposition. Angelo smiled once more as he finished slipping on a tight-fitting tank top and baseball cap. “I’ll let you think it over. I know it seems sudden, but I’ve always wanted to help you out of there anyway, even before I looked this hot,” he chuckled as he flexed his biceps for Ethan to ogle at. “I’ll help carry the mirror up for you, and let you deal with all the mess with your housemates. If you ever want to, though, just text me, and I’ll have this place ready for you.”

Ethan could feel his cheeks blushing a bit at the generosity from his friend, who certainly didn’t have to even think about him anymore, now that he looked like Angelo. Or rather, was Angelo. “I, um, have a dog, too. If you’d be okay with that. His name’s Julian.” He shuffled his feet a bit as he thought over the possibility of a new living arrangement. Perhaps he could even get his own bed and room again. “What are you going to do after we drop off the mirror? Come back here and… do some more exploring?” he said with an envious expression lingering over his face.

Angelo laughed as he bounced his pecs, a cocky smirk finding its way once more onto the heartthrob’s lips.

“No way, man! I’m gonna go see if I can have some fun with that coffee shop papi of yours. Amir might not have looked at me before, but he’ll definitely look at me now!”

"...I think he likes being called Mr. Nassar."