Every Writer In Existence Should Feel Called Out By This, Myself Included. ^^;

Every writer in existence should feel called out by this, myself included. ^^;

Writers Life

Titans #2 - "Out of the Shadows II" (2023)

written by Tom Taylor art by Nicola Scott & Annette Kwok

“how does a pet rock run away??”

this is how

Are you going to be continuing what a hoot or is it just gonna be the open ending?

I had originally thought of it as a one-off, but after considering your question, I did have a possibility come to mind for a sequel story that should tailor nicely into the the original. Not sure if I plan to do more after that, but I think I can certainly work a part two into it, no problem.

What a Hoot: A Patreon Preview

Please enjoy this excerpt from the full story. This can be found on my patreon in the $3 tier. Credit for this image goes to @alonso4365 as the source.

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“I need to what?” Again, that irritation struck, and Craig rubbed at his throat and swallowed. Things felt … different in there now, thicker. And was his Adam’s apple a little bigger? Was his throat swelling shut? Was he having some sort of medical emergency? Was he—?

“As in Keep It Simple, Stupid,” Lance deadpanned. “You’re getting too much into your own head. He may be acting like a jackass, but you’re acting like a dumbass right now for letting it get to you. We’ll rib you a little longer, then we can chill and enjoy the game. Stop whining and have some fun with it. Make it like that role playing session stuff you used to do back in college. Get outside your own skin for a while and just … have fun.” He reached for the soda bottle and averted his gaze to give Craig the time he needed to compose himself.

A hand grabbed Lance’s wrist just as the soda was about to flow. “I’m supposed to be your server tonight.” Craig avoided his friend’s gaze as he took the bottle gently and raised it to pour. When the fizz lowered to meet the liquid enough for Lance to take a swig, Craig returned the bottle to the counter again. “And Lance, … thanks.”

Lance patted his friend on the back. “Don’t mention it, big guy.” He frowned at the more solid thunk his patting made. “Have you been going to the gym lately?”

Craig chuckled. “Huhuh. Yeah, like I can find the time to go work out.” He smirked. “Besides, all these heavy platters, all these customers, … I work out when I work, bro.” He smiled weakly, then winked.

“Heh. Yeah, … I guess so,” Lance said, then drifted back into the living room again to join the other two.

‘Would be kind of cool, though,’ Craig thought as he pulled down another plate and opened the bag of wings to prep them for heating next. ‘Looking like one of those poster boys….’ He could almost hear those weights clanking and clacking in time to the rhythmic grunts and puffs of men hard at work. Work probably wouldn’t be enough alone to maintain that kind of figure. “Yeah, … maybe a workout wouldn’t hurt….” A big gym across the street from the restaurant, a partnership benefit for working to keep his figure up, grow bigger and stronger, burn all the excess calories….

His torso tingled as the fabric on his crop top grew more taut around his shoulders and pecs, the excess mass receding to reveal the beginnings of abs. His jaw ruffled like a deck of cards as he scratched over the bristles of a five o’clock shadow. Had he … forgotten to shave? He could’ve sworn….

The microwave beeped, jerking him from his thoughts, and he turned swiftly to tend to his duties, placing the plate on the counter to let its contents cool while he looked at the instructions for the wings.

Missing Creator

Anyone know where @huge-bulges went? Their tumblr is no longer here on the platform, so I assume they must have taken their morphs somewhere else. Anybody know anything more? I liked some of their morphs and was planning to use a few potentially in future stories. Obviously, I’ll have to try to find them on another site, but if anyone has any clues, I’d appreciate it.