#How Does Stretching Increase Height

[conelluwrites]

hihii omg I loved your height difference hcs w namgyu! could I request something similar with thanos please??? bonus point if the readers shy hehe but TYSMMMM ILY!

Went a bit crazy for this being just headcanon/blurb haha. Im a Nam-gyu fan first and foremost but Thanos is so fun to write for! I saw this request in my inbox this morning and immediately started having ideas for it. Some of these are a bit just general Thanos h/c my bad lol. Thanks for the request and I'm always open for more!

Thanos is 100% bragging about you to his friends before they even meet you. Whether you're an inch shorter or foot shorter, this bastard is talking about how his girl is so much shorter than him. He loves to show off selfies he's taken of you two at angles that really emphasize your height difference, he doesn't care if his friend says something like 'dude you have shown me this fifty times before' he's doing it fifty more times. When you finally meet his friends he's practically buzzing "See, lookit! She's so short, ain't she?" "Practically an arm rest, huh?" "My girl so short she doesn't even have to kneel to give me head!" Oh man! The way you heat up after his last comment sets his heart on fire! He'll cup your cheeks to feel the heat radiating off of them, giving you a cocky smile. He'll taunt you with a cute lil "Isn't that right, babe?" just to increase your flustered state. You're shy one-on-one with him, but in front of others when he's hyping himself up like he's performing it's a whole 'nother level. Has you sit on his lap, sit between his legs on the floor, or sit as close to his side as humanly possible. He loves to pat your head, not in a condescending manner at all! Very rarely does this dude act in a condescending manner towards you, rather he does it just to pamper you and see the way you cover your pretty lil face. He peppers your face in kisses and rubs your sides and AHHH he just loves physical touch with his precious lil baby! Sex is so much fun with him if you're into size differences, like mentioned above he doesn't give a shit the actual height difference you two have he's eating that shit up. Cooing about how you take his cock so well for such a lil thing like you, loves to hold you apart to watch his cock stretch your pussy open, adores the way you gasp and whimper as he slowly pushes into you. It's not to tease you, at least not entirely, it's just to see the way your face scrunches up and the way your smaller hands tap his shoulders in a silent plea to move faster. He loves the way you give head, the way your precious pink tongue licks at his tip as he leaks pre-cum like some horny dipshit who can't hold back. Loves placing his cock over your face to see the size of it against your face, the way your pretty lil eyes stay on his even as his eyes graze over your face. Loves to take (consensual) pictures of you like that. Enjoys seeing his big, tall shadow looming over your soft features.

[planetdream]

— 2:36 AM

this post contains; smut [threesome—jooheon + changkyun. jooheon ass man agenda. spit. and spitroasting] 958 words

💌 kinda wanna bring the timestamps back???

The tension in the air is almost as thick as the feeling of Jooheon’s cock. The stretch of it stings in the best way; digging deeply with every thrust he makes into you. Jooheon keeps his palms pressed flat against your ass, spreading you open to get a full view of his cock disappearing into your cunt. He fucks into you slowly as he watches intently, groaning at how your wetness coats his shaft, cunt gripping around him. 

Changkyun, on the other hand, is fucking with you rather than fucking you, like you want. He smirks down at you, on your hands and knees as Jooheon fucks into you. Changkyun keeps his middle and ring fingers in your mouth, not needing to thrust them further into your mouth because you’re already doing the work for him. Mouth wide open around his fingers, attempting to take them as far down your throat as possible. 

“Just like a mindless slut,” Changkyun gives a wholehearted laugh. “Choking on my fingers like it's my cock.” 

Jooheon pays him no mind, hips moving no faster than they already were, either. Thrusting into you all the way to the hilt and then back out completely, over and over. 

The stimulation, yet lack thereof, that the two are giving you rides the line of overstimulation. They’ve given you just enough to not tease too badly, but at the same time, they’ve enveloped you into a new height of unwavering lust. It’s the unpredictability of the two that really gets to you. At one point of the night, they had been relentless with you, taking turns making you cum on their tongues; then their fingers, and then on their cocks—deep, intense thrusts to really drive their need into you. Then suddenly the mood lightened and rather than competing, the two were sharing you; feather light touches and soft kisses followed by praise and the occasional laugh. 

Somewhere within the haze of the moment they positioned you here. Teasing you; giving you what you want yet none of it at all, like they’re playing with their prey. 

Changkyun slips his fingers from your mouth, leaving you with a pout. It’s not worn for long because very soon after, Jooheon gives you a particularly deep thrust. Instead of a slow pull out, he’s swift and shallow, snapping his hips back and forth to drive his cock into you. His speed increases with each thrust until he finds a steady rhythm. Jooheon’s hand tangles into your hair, pulling you back against his cock, having you meet the rhythm of his thrusts. 

You bask in what Jooheon gives you. Muttering a small thank you in appreciation of the feeling of his cock. Moans spilling from your mouth carelessly as your hand moves to your breast, nipple between two fingers. You end up putting a little more focus into meeting the rhythm of Jooheon’s thrusts. Jooheon lets go of your hair, leaning back just a bit to let you do your thing. He does keep a hand on your back, meeting your thrusts for deeper impact as you throw your ass back against his hips. 

“Perfect piece of ass.” Jooheon says, hand sharp against the flesh of your ass. 

Changkyun reappears from wherever he had been, cold fingers against your face. He leans in to kiss you, perfect lips pressed against yours. The kiss is hot, heavy, full of need and sloppily wet. Changkyun holds his hand on the back of your head, holding you in his possession. Jooheon picks up where you left off, fucking up into you. Your kiss with Changkyun breaks and for a brief moment a string of spit connects the two of you; you exhale a moan. 

Changkyun presses his thumb against your lips as he speaks. “Hope you’re ready to use this pretty mouth of yours.”

“If it’s for you, always,” You give him a wink and he smiles towards you. Jooheon’s thrusts falter for just a moment until you acknowledge him. “You too, honey.” 

Jooheon gives you another slap on your ass and a cute little giggle before fucking back into you. Changkyun’s hand rests atop your head once more, fingers curling into your hair; he pushes your head down towards his cock. The two take a moment to allow you to get more comfortable in your pursuit to take both of them. Jooheon palms against your ass, both hands massaging each cheek. Changkyun soothes you in a similar manner, massaging your scalp. 

Changkyun watches as you take his cock in your hand; his cock jumps slightly at the feeling of your touch—a slightly cool hand against his warm shaft. You spit down onto his tip, running your hand over to spread it around. It takes a couple more coats of spit before your hand glides around his cock with ease. Changkyun moans, tilting his head back, nearly breathless at the feeling of your hand twisting up and down his cock. 

Your hand holds his cock at the base. Slipping your tongue from your mouth, you swirl it around the tip of Changkyun’s cock. You lock eyes with him and lay your tongue flat, slapping the head against your tongue. In one easy go, you take his full length in your mouth, keeping eye contact with him. You pull away from him, sucking the lines of spit back into your mouth. You give his cock a kiss and suck him into your mouth. 

You give the pair a thumbs up, an agreed upon sign to indicate your readiness. You close your eyes and exhale through your nose, shifting your weight to your hands and knees. The two give you a few more seconds to relax before enthralling you in the passion of being fucked. 

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[yuesya]

As a sorcerer, Shiki is no stranger to dealing with unexpected situations on her assignments. It’s easy for missions to go awry, and a sorcerer must be able to adapt to the rapidly-changing circumstances –or die, usually.

Being stranded in a different world is still stretching things, though.

Shiki is not in the habit of lying to herself. Especially not when the truth is clear to see. Perhaps there are places in China where wild mint grows tall enough to cover a young child’s height, but she’s fairly certain that slimes and burrowing dragon-creatures are not part of the local wildlife in any place on Earth. And that’s not even mentioning the strange elemental flowers that tunnel easily through the earth to launch aggressive surprise attacks…

But the young man traveling with them is clearly used to dealing with such creatures. Xiao dispatches anything that attacks them with ease, unwaveringly calm and brutally efficient. Shiki thinks that he might be the most skillful spear-user that she’s ever seen –not that there are very many sorcerers who wield spears, most preferring swords as Shiki does. But there’s still something about the way with which the young man wields his weapon that hints at a preternatural grace, even by a sorcerer’s standards.

… Even compared with Satoru-niichan’s movements, which is a little alarming to consider. But it does explain how he’d killed Patch-face with minimal injury to himself.

Shiki readjusts her grip on Muta-san, taking a moment to reinforce her body with cursed energy to restore her flagging strength. Physical power is not her strong suit, and Muta-san is heavy, especially with the increased mass from his… transformation, courtesy of the late Patch-face. She’d actually ended up cutting off another portion of his monstrous body in order to make it easier to carry him around with her, but now she’s wondering if she should’ve cut off a larger portion of his dismembered torso…

Shiki had been careful to avoid severing any of Muta-san’s lines, and her cursed technique lapse would prevent him from dying on her. Shoko-san should be able to put him back together and keep him alive, right?

… Although, it’s not as if Shiki can call Shoko-san for assistance right now, what with the current issue of being in another world and all.

She supposes that it’s fortunate she encountered Xiao, who both speaks Japanese –somehow, inexplicably, although the accent is a little strange– and is amenable to lending his assistance, even despite the entire mess with the Special Grade cursed spirits.

He’d fallen silent for a moment after Shiki explained her situation.

“… It would be remiss of me to ignore your situation, considering the circumstances,” he’d finally said. “I do not have the solution to your problem, but… perhaps the other adepti would. I will guide you to Jueyun Karst. Consider it repayment for protecting the people of Liyue, when it was not your responsibility to do so.”

“I am a sorcerer. It’s a sorcerer’s duty to fight curses and protect humans.”

A lesson, a mantra that’s been drilled into her since childhood. The response is reflexive, almost.

Xiao had nodded silently, with a faint flicker of something in sharp golden eyes that made it clear he also understood, then turned and beckoned her to follow.

[layla4567]

Opla with a tall reader (strawhats)

Warnings: maybe it may lean more towards a female reader at some points (sorry!) and as I always say, English is not my first language.

Luffy

🍗 He is positively surprised by your great height, does not think twice and invites you to join his crew.

🍗 Sometimes he asks you for help to see the horizon

🍗 He asks you a thousand questions about how tall you are, if you feel comfortable with your height, if you have ever crashed into something, etc.

🍗 You probably both have competitions to see who can stretch their arm the highest (Luffy always wins anyway)

🍗 And speaking of which, if you ever get mad at him, it might not be a good idea to put things up high since he could easily reach out and grab them.

🍗 But the good side is that he found someone tall enough to have fun with.

Sanji

💎 He already believes you are a goddess, fr.

💎 If he flatters you before, prepare for that to increase by a thousand

💎 He runs beside you like a puppy drunk with devotion

💎 You are very helpful and accommodating to him and help him reach the ingredients on the highest shelves in the pantry.

💎 He likes to rest his head on your chest while he hugs you as you rest your chin in his hair

💎 You have become his safe place and did I mention that he praises you? Because he really does it a lot, from now on you are the goddess Aphrodite to him.

Zoro

🍈 Zoro isn't particularly short but he's not super tall either, so he might be a little jealous of you at first.

🍈 Remember what I said about Sanji circling you like a dog? Well in this case you'll be the one chasing him all the time and Zoro will feel like you're his shadow. But you're just curious about him and can't help but be taller.

🍈 Sometimes he tries to ignore you or ignore your gaze while he practices with his swords, but it is a matter of time until he gets used to your presence.

🍈 Once he decides to confront you, he realizes that he feels a certain admiration for you.

🍈 If he decides to take you with him on a mission he likes to call you his bodyguard (I can only imagine him calling you that when he has to face an enemy that he knows he can't defeat, but you can)

🍈 When you're alone, you two will probably confess secrets to each other and support each other. He'll be there to reinforce your confidence if your height embarrasses you and vice versa.

Nami

🦋 She lets you carry her when she is very tired

🦋 She doesn't care how tall or short you are as long as you're not a problem for her (i.e. don't bother her)

🦋 Sometimes she laughs when you don't fit somewhere (for example your bed) But it is never with bad intentions

🦋 She will use you as an "umbrella" to cover the sun.

🦋 She always has you there to hand her things or to store them in high places

🦋 Sometimes you two would conspire to prank the other members and if you two trust each other enough Nami will ask you to carry her very often (in any way possible).

Usopp

🍋 Usopp is another who will use your height to his advantage.

🍋 From time to time he will give you his slingshot to see how high and far you can aim.

🍋 And from now on you always help him when there is something he can't reach with the slingshot. You will also have competitions to see who can aim the furthest, of course.

🍋 Since he is in charge of repairing the ship, he will obviously also ask for your help when there is something that needs to be repaired that is too high.

🍋 He shares his adventure stories with you and would ask you to tell him one related to your height (he is mesmerized)

🍋 He probably takes one of your experiences/anecdotes and transforms them a bit when he tells them to someone else (once he invented that you were a titan and he was a warrior)

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read my short reader version here

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 27

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.1k

A/N: Sorry for taking so long chat I had to walk my fish

A/N 2: (Checks watch) uh. Damn sorry ya'll. Don't expect too much out of me but I think my life should be a lil less hectic perchance. We'll see ww

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One by one, over the course of a few hours, you each put the blindfold on and attempted to hit your teammates. The difficulty increased as you went on, from standing still to slowly moving, to running. By the end of the training session, you had multiple teammates whizzing past each other in different directions getting splatted.

As the four of you sat near or against the wall to catch your breath, you congratulated them on their improvement.

"I can't really put into words how impressed I am, nor will I admit I'm a poet at all. But I will say this; what you guys showed me today was something I never thought was possible when I got here," You spot Leo's smile grow wider, glad to be getting praised for his efforts, then you lazily point at him, "Hey, that doesn't mean that you can slack off now, you dork. Don't forget that there's going to be loud music, bombs, people cheering, ink being thrown around, not to mention communication between teammates that'll make this 100x harder."

You take another glance at each of your teammates. - No. - Your family members.

"...But I can promise that this will be worth it. Every time we train, great progress is shown."

...You sure are good with compliment sandwiches, huh?

You can't promise that you'll win against team Emperor, but you're sure that every minute you spend training will prove helpful on the battlefield.

You're all exhausted from training and just on time. The next big match is going to begin in roughly a half hour. The battle between Team Monarch and Team Yellow-Green. The manga had skipped how much time was spent between important matches on the smaller, less important matches. You allow your family to relax however they so desire while you wait for the match to begin. Leo playing games on his phone, Milo stretching, and Tasha cleaning her weapon.

Soon, it's time to make your way over to Sturgeon Shipyard, biting your inner cheek as you realize how packed the seats are. What you weren't expecting, though, was for a path to seemingly be made as you walked through. You tried to avoid the many pairs of eyes on you. It almost felt like back when you first got here and rose the ranks, but the gazes were much more uncomfortable back then. The whispers paired with them used to be much more curious and sometimes rude. You almost cringed remembering those salty players you had to drown out with your headphones what feels like forever ago. But now; you take a quick look around you, - they almost seem to be staring in awe.

You glance back at your team. You wouldn't say you're standing tall, maybe a more introverted kind of confidence if that makes sense. You're still not a fan of being the center of attention. But looking back at your team- your family- a lot sure has changed.

Once you begin to settle down in your seats, doing your best to take up the least amount of room possible, you catch the way the sea of cehalopods appear to disperse yet again. This time much more obviously. From your position, it isn't too difficult to see who it was, easily spotting purple tentacles above the crowd as the tallest of the group makes his way closer.

Aloha's quick to tug you into a hug before you can sit down, dabbing Leo up before taking a seat behind you. You don't remember them being here to watch this match last time, which is odd to you. Skull's got a lollipop in hand, sitting behind Milo after being instructed by Army to do so. He does so without questioning, as airheaded as ever- but Army has a reason, given the heights of the two inklings. Army takes a seat behind Leo, and Mask - you.

You would have jumped if you hadn't noticed Aloha slowly get closer to you ear, attempting to surprise you.

"Sooo~, how's the training goin'?"

You're about to answer, but the immediate terrified look Leo shoots his way almost makes you snicker.

"Hey, it's not that bad. C'mon now."

Leo once again turns towards Aloha and dramatically grabs his hand with both of his,

"Save us, dude!"

You let out a chuckle at the scene.

"Leo, chill."

His hands shoot up in the air, and his voice cracks as he tries to make his point.

"You blindfolded us!"

"Which isn't that bad!"

He faces Aloha again,

"You have no idea how much pain I'm in."

You gently nudge his side as another chuckle escapes you, shaking your head.

Leo dramatically points to where you gently nudged him,

"See?! Abuse!!!"

Aloha's forced into a fit of giggles as he watched the scene play out before him.

"Oh, can it, dork."

"I think I deserve some sort of reciprocation!"

You sigh and roll your eyes. You rest your chin in your palm. This was most definitely his plan all along.

Aloha leans down once again, this time whispering to Leo. Obviously, you could still hear him;

"Don't worry bro, I'll set something up for you."

You've got no idea what that means, but they dab eachother up again. Whatever makes Leo happy, you suppose.

The match is about to begin, and you hear Goggles blabbing away to his team a few feet in front of you. You ignore it as you pull out a pencil, along with your old manual. You're nearing the end of the pages, and it has clearly done its time by now. But this match is crucial to be taking notes of since you'll get to see a new emotion in Emperor- frustration. As long as it goes as planned, of course. You analyze the stage, zeroing in on the exact spot that Emperor will step foot in yellow-green ink.

Once it begins, a smile filled with pride makes its way across your face. Rider obviously had many, many plans for this battle. It was almost comforting seeing the wide grin he wore all along the match, even when he did lose. He was having fun. It seems you're not the only one who's changed lots since the beginning of the manga. He was so organized right out of the gate, and only once did he falter, and only a little at that. Which lead you to assume his only goal the whole time wasn't to win, because he knew he couldn't- his end goal was to only force Emperor to feel the frustration of stepping in his ink.

Maybe, just maybe, you think: Rider truly did stand a chance at winning against Emperor if he so chose to have that as his end goal. How does that saying go? Shoot for the moon, land among the stars?

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[wwillywonka]

when you're writing heaven on their minds, what version of willy is in your mind? is it depp wonka or wilder wonka? I know for sure it's not chalamet wonka. or maybe the musical ones? borle or snook?

hi anon! thanks so much for the question!<3

i try to emulate this in heaven on their minds by the very fact that i include bits and pieces from all versions of canon, but my willy is very much an amalgamation of every willy. and when i say every, i mean every, which is why i reward myself (with the self-awareness of its pomposity) with the Wonka Expert title - because i don't consider just one willy wonka to be The willy wonka; they're all him and he cannot exist without every piece of himself.

in terms of physical appearance, i've shared my art of him on here (and on my instagram @/corduroycyborg), and those drawings are about as close as i can get to portraying how he looks in my mind: tall but too thin for his height, mid-length thick curly chocolate-coloured (ha!) hair that he straightens within an inch of its life, deep set electric purple eyes that can increase or decrease in saturation depending on his mood, nose like a rabbit's, perfect teeth and painted nails and gold jewellery and always a thick layer of makeup to hide his insecurities. i also go back and forth a lot in my head about his race considering i myself am mixed asian and pretty much project everything about myself on him. but i like to keep it ambiguous to make him an accessible character for all readers, an intentional choice that plays into the themes in hotm of him feeling like he isn't a person without the media and his fans telling him who he is. hotm (my) willy is definitely more based on 2005 because that is my favorite version (and because i am hopelessly, unfortunately attracted to twink johnny depp for no reason) but also because i feel like that movie does the best job of externalising his inner self through his appearance. wilder wonka is classic, of course, but i've always thought, even as a kid, that he just looks too damn nice, is too charismatic. wilder wonka, while definitely mad (the boat scene>>>), is just a big ol' teddy bear. his hair looks so soft, and the way he picks up charlie and twirls him around is so 🥺🥺🥺. gene wilder himself said that he wanted his wonka to look trustworthy so that he could focus on making his personality unpredictable, which i appreciate and think works well in the 1971 movie - but willy is supposed to be antisocial and scary and off-putting. it makes him so much more interesting to me. the original book describes him as bright and colorful, yes, but also as someone charlie immediately wants to unpack, to study, to understand. and the way wilder wonka doesn't even wear gloves...!! that's a hugely essential part of willy's character and his adversity to the outside world, and it just isn't present in what is typically considered the "best" version.

in chapter 7, i describe willy lounging in a oscar wilde-esque fashion, with a floral robe and lipstick and a french bob. i know this is technically me stretching the femininity of depp wonka perhaps a little too far, but it's my own special charm i've built around the character in the past many years of him being my favorite character of all time. perhaps it's just me being really bisexual and projecting my particular type and relationship with gender onto him; i accept that and own it. i will forcibly feminize my blorbos all i want and that is my right. now, to address gareth snook wonka. tbh the worst wonka look besides the unspeakable tom and jerry movie. THAT BEING SAID, uk tour willy is probably my favorite portrayal of the character ever. he's unpredictable, he's scary, and his attractiveness and charms are so unexpected but make so much sense in the most surprising ways - snook wonka is cunty, i'll say it. mix his personality with depp and that's MY willy!!!

and yeah, definitely no chalamet wonka. i literally don't think about him at all while writing the character unless i'm considering how noodle fits into the story. and i've said this before but i don't care for borle wonka even though i know he's a fan favorite. sorry lol.

TLDR: 93% depp, 6% snook, 4% dahl, and 2% wilder. ("but that's 105%!" yes.)

((p.s. the artist who appears most on the big unpublished playlist i have for him is lana del rey. if that helps paint a picture🎀🍫🐇🍒).

[deadlygronkle]

Ancestor's Legacy chapter 14

The Desert: Chapter 4

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Word count: 6,290

“What the fuck is this Ebo?!”

That was the phrase that woke Twilight up. As he tried to move and look around he felt pain radiating from every muscle in his body.

Twilight tried to recall what happened the previous day. He was caught in the tent, slammed into the mysterious potion filled rack, pain, and then he was caught soon after.

“Well, how would I know that this would happen?” Ebo angrily responded.

“Enough you two,” Terea, their leader, interrupted, “Ebo status report, what are we dealing with?”

Twilight could hear a pen being tapped on a wooden board, “Its size increased by roughly half of what its original height was added on. So, according to my hypothesis, it will have increased speed, strength, senses, be hungrier, but also be far more volatile than before,”

“Volatile?” the first voice, Laven asked irritably, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Twilight finally managed to open both eyes, and lift up his head ever so slightly from the ground. The three were arguing and talking some distance away. Luckily they weren’t aware he was awake yet.

“Well it will be more aggressive and have a lower patience level. I bet it will lash out unexpectedly,” Ebo gestured to the board.

“Can you control it?” Terea asked suddenly, “Or do we need to put it down while it is still asleep?”

“We are NOT doing that. We spent far too much effort capturing that mutt just for it to be thrown away,” Laven spoke this time with conviction.

“I will need to check, but I am sure we have the ingredients for me to create a potion of mind control,” Ebo nodded to himself, “and if it works then i can design a more permanent solution,”

Twilight stretched his neck and looked around as they stood in silence. Slowly but surely he was able to move his body and ignore the stinging pain. He was in a cage that would be far too big for him usually, but from what they said it was just about the right size for him now.

Cages surrounded him, most were empty, and some had the usual monsters of his Hyrule. Looks like they didn’t move him from the camp, despite what he did here earlier.

“Why do you want to kill it now? You are the one that suggested to put it in a cage first,” Laven asked, “Ebo was satisfied with keeping it barely alive so he could experiment on it,”

Terea’s fists clenched and unclenched, “.....doesn’t look familiar to either of you? Remember those murals in the castle,”

“Yeah, now that you mentioned it,” Ebo hummed thoughtfully, “It does look extremely similar to that wolf,”

“Did you ever pay attention to something other than your tests?” Laven pointed at Twilight, “That wasn’t JUST a wolf, it was the Divine Beast! Chosen by the Spring Spirits to protect Hyrule just as the hero was,”

“Oh yeah,” Ebo sounded as though he didn’t quite care, “you think it's related to the beast?”

“No doubt about that,” Terea answered shrugging, “I don’t think it is The Beast though, the fur is far too long, perhaps it's the offspring of it,”

So that is the story Zelda told about his wolf form. At least it made him and his wolf form sound like different people. Even more lucky that he decided to grow his hair out a bit, the longer fur definitely hid his identity better than anything else he could have thought of.

“You think if we feed it it will listen to us?” Ebo asked, filled with hope.

“It is an intelligent wolf that isn’t affected by the Zone of course…..” Laven trailed off, staring at the wide awake Twilight.

“Laven?” Ebo, waved a hand in their face.

Laven’s response was to grab Ebo’s face and turn him towards Twilight.

“Oh- Oh!” Ebo ran over, sliding to the door of the cage, “Why hello there erm- Wolf!”

Twilight growled, ignored his aching body, and got up. He was not going to be lying down as they surrounded him.

Ebo was tall and scrawny, not the tallest but still decently tall. He had the rounded ears of a human with brown hair, and pasty pale skin to match. Twilight couldn’t see the color of Ebo’s eyes due to a round pair of glasses resting on a stubby nose.

Ebo was the mage of the group, but yet Twilight has never seen a human use magic before. Nor did he ever hear from anyone of the chain of humans using dark magic.

Terea let out a tired sigh, “Ebo I know you are excited but get away from the beast,”

“Come on it won’t do anything-” Ebo started, sticking his hand in the cage. When Twilight lunged to bite, or at least nip it, Laven grabbed the taller by his shirt collar and dragged him back at the last second.

“You were saying?” Laven asked, faltering slightly, “Why is the mutt looking at me like that?”

Laven was the shortest of the three by at least a foot. This interloper had straight black hair cut off at the chin and the pointed ears of a Hylian. They had tanned scarred skin. Even having one similar to his own from years of having this chain on on their own wrist.

“Maybe stop calling the creepily intelligent wolf a ‘mutt’? It looks like it is covering quickly from its growth spurt too,” Terea said this while walking up to join the other two.

The tallest was obviously the leader of the three. She, unlike her companions, had broad shoulders and muscular arms. She had pale red hair pulled back into a ponytail, and amber eyes that suggested her being Gerudo. Though her paleness, pointed ears, and sharp features suggested she was more Hylian than anything else.

Twilight growled at the three, subtly leaning on the cage to test it. Even with his larger size and enhanced strength the cage didn’t even groan from the test. Which was somewhat lucky as they didn’t suspect a thing.

“My name is Ebo, the red haired one is Terea, and the short one-”

“Are you serious?” Laven protested, while Terea snorted slightly.

“Is Laven!” Ebo finished, undeterred.

Twilight didn’t snarl or growl anymore, but he did glare. They weren’t worth the energy of snarling, but that didn’t mean he was going to allow them near him.

“How long is this going to even last?” Terea asked curiously, bending down to look dead into Twilight’s blue eyes.

This time, Twilight did snarl, hackles raised and all.

“My best guess is a week,” Ebo started fiddling with his clothes absentmindedly, “Something like that, probably less seeing how quickly it happened,”

Twilight lifted a paw up into the air hearing the familiar clacking of metal on metal. Somehow his manacle managed to grow with him. Having an amputated hand due to the stupid thing would not be easy to explain to the others when he got back. Especially without revealing his secret.

“Do you think it's hungry? I doubt there has been much to hunt or eat around here,” Ebo spoke up suddenly.

“Definitely,” Laven nodded.

“Probably has an enhanced metabolism too,” Terea added.

Ebo clapped, making Twilight jerk and growl at the human, “I got it! I will make the potion and spike a slab of meat with it! Eating the potion would definitely be more effective than just pouring it on the beast,”

“Should we really say this in front of the beast? We already agreed it is far too smart for its own good, being related to a goddesses made monster won’t earn us any favors, even with us treating it kindly,” Laven gestured to Twilight.

“Please, the goddesses have never looked down at us with kindness. So what the worst they can do when all they’ve done is ignore us?” Terea looked down at Twilight like he was the scum of Hyrule.

“We all know we should avoid their wrath for this to work,” Laven argued, “Or else that hero will be sent, even if his relationship with the Queen is questionable,”

The tension between the two was so thick Twilight could have cut it with a knife. It looked like this was an often point of conflict between the two as Ebo actually noticed it. Ebo silently sighed as he watched Terea open her mouth to retort.

“I just thought of something!” Ebo interrupted the two with a pointed look, “With the leftover remnants of the potion I can fashion a collar of sorts that will control the wolf while it’s on it!”

“And how long would THAT take?” Terea looked over at the mage.

“Well the potion would be an hour or two once I double check to make sure we have everything,” Ebo started counting on his fingers, “A day or two?”

“Alright well,” Laven took a deep breath, “What monsters are on the agenda today?”

Ebo thought for a moment before groaning, “Bulbins, they are the WORST,”

“Then let’s not do it today,” Terea’s eyes gleamed.

“What?” Laven’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“That would set us behind!” Ebo argued, hands going out to his side.

“It’s late and besides-” Terea grinned, “We have a new beast that will need some opponents tomorrow,”

Ebo started wiggling in place, “Oh! Yes that would be- I need to get everything ready-”

“The potion and meat first?” Laven suggested, as Ebo switched directions to the tent.

“You on patrol while I make sure the monsters won’t escape?” Terea asked as if they didn’t fight mere minutes ago.

“Sure”

Twilight laid back down stiffly. He still ached from that potion that fell on him, and now keeping his muscles tightly bound ready for a fight. But now he had an escape plan, leave while he was out of this cage tomorrow.

The only caveat was escaping the mind control. He never dealt with anything like that during his journey. Surely it couldn’t be too hard to break free.

Twilight watched the three meander around the camp calmly. Ebo was cooking something that smelt rancid from here, he would definitely not be eating that. In fact, despite the gnawing hunger, he wouldn’t eat anything given to him by the interlopers. Not after the conversation he heard.

Later, just as Twilight thought, Ebo brought a slab of meat that reeked of the potion. It smelled of rotten eggs and dark magic. Twilight let out a low growl, pushing the meat as far away as he could. Which in the small cage wasn’t very far.

“Oh come on!” Ebo’s face fell, “Why won’t you eat it?”

“Told ya,” Laven pinched their nose closed, “It knew what we were talking about, even if it didn’t that thing smells awful,”

“I spent hours slaving away-” Ebo started before Terea placed a hand on the other.

“It will eat it eventually. Now come on you both, we will splash some of it on the beast in the morning if it refuses to eat it by morning,” Terea started pulling the other with her, watching Twilight with one eye.

“Oh good idea!” Ebo nodded, “but we might have to do that anyway- the fresher the effect is the better!”

Twilight listened to the three walking back to their own dinner as he pushed his out of the cage. That way he wouldn’t be tempted to eat it in the slightest.

Once it hit the sand Twilight laid his head down in between his paws. At least he could regain some strength via sleep. Maybe the hunger would be better in the morning.

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Twilight woke up to the gentle, familiar sound of an ocarina playing. Time often played it if he was the last one on watch for the night, and, for a moment, Twilight believed he was back with the others. That thought was thrown out the moment he remembered where he was, and the implications of hearing the ocarina could mean.

Twilight opened his eyes and frantically looked around. What greeted him was the golden poe that has been following him since he got back to his world. The music stopped as Twilight stared at the poe flabbergasted.

Shade had to be in his wolf form, being so close to the ground, but Twilight wasn’t sure he wanted to look his mentor in the face. After all, getting captured by the interlopers hurt Twilight’s pride more than he cared to admit.

Though it took only a few minutes of awkward silence before Twilight gave in. Activating his Wolf Sense Twilight came face to face with the Golden Wolf.

The Golden wolf looked vaguely irritated as he snorted at Twilight. Twilight bowed his head sheepishly, looking up to see the trademarked one eyed disapproving stare.

“My child,” The other wolf greeted in a strict tone, “Why are you still here?”

Twilight looked away, “I needed to see what was going to happen- what those elixirs did to me,”

Shade simply growled slowly, no words spoken but Twilight knew that Shade didn’t believe him. No matter what era Time (or Shade) somehow always knew when Twilight was making excuses.

Shade during their training always told him that “excuses blinded you from progress you could make”. It was one of Twilight's more difficult lessons to learn from the spirit. The lesson was even difficult to keep up nowadays.

“I…. could barely get up, much less fight my way out of here. Hell, I am not sure I will be able to tomorrow,” Twilight whined out, both ears pinned back as he glanced back up to his mentor.

In an instant the spirit’s expression softened, “Good, you remember the lessons,”

The golden wolf started to glow and change. There wasn’t a bright light, nor was it an immediate transformation. In fact it was similar to his own relatively slow transformation where you could clearly see the transformation.

As the transformation happened Twilight looked back frantically at the interloper’s tent. Luckily he didn’t hear anything from the tent, nor did he see a lantern get lit. He whimpered slightly remembering how those three needed a soul for whatever they were planning.

“Do not worry about me,” Shade spoke, as if reading Twilight’s thoughts and voice croaking from disuse, “I made my choice,”

Twilight turned his head back around inquisitively to see that Shade had completely changed. Though his form was not one that Twilight had ever seen his ancestor use.

Shade had on his signature helmet, but rather than see the smiling skull Twilight was familiar with he saw a bandana covering the lower mouth, and bandages covering Shade’s empty eye. In fact all of the places where Twilight could originally see bone, or see through the spirit was wrapped up with bandages, like a mummy.

Even the armor was in slightly better condition than what was previously seen by the Orodonian. Shade even had some better chainmail on, making it difficult to see his torso was wrapped in bandages.

Twilight made an inquisitive noise at the poe, but was ignored as Shade directed his attention to the cursed slab of steak. With his gauntlet, Shade picked up the slab as wordless magic covered both the poe and the meat in a blinding glow.

When the light faded Twilight shook his head and whined. It was so bright compared to the eternal twilight his eyes had gotten used to in the zone.

Then slowly but surely Shade placed the slab of meat into the cage silently. Twilight looked up at the red eyed stalfos as sniffed it warrily. What he smelled was not the rotten meat like it was earlier but rather it smelled of home. The Ordon spring, Faron Woods, and his treehouse, it was a welcoming scent compared to the constant and potent smell of dark magic.

Twilight glanced back up at his mentor who was kneeling in front of the cage, one arm resting on his knee, the other hanging by his side. Shade nodded encouragingly at the wolf, wanting Twilight to eat the slab.

After one last test sniff, Twilight dug in. The raw meat somehow tasted fresh and not gritting, despite it being in the sand and outside for hours. At that point hunger took over as Twilight greedily ate every last crumb. It was somehow enough to fill him up, despite the fact he hasn’t eaten in at least a day.

“They are here,” Shade spoke once Twilight had finished.

Twilight looked up and tilted his head while whining. He even looked behind him, but the tent was still quiet with inactivity. Twilight let out a confused noise looking back to Shade, only to feel a gauntlet be placed on his head.

Somehow, Shade’s arm had phased through the bars but still made contact with Twilight. Shade had froze for a moment, eye clearing staring at his hand. Twilight could feel Shade’s hand tentatively move through the fur on Twilight’s head.

Then Shade retracted his hand through the bars seamlessly. Shade’s red eye then focused on his hand as he flexed and clenched it. It was almost like the poe was in a trance, clearly deep in thought with his head tilted to the side.

“Shade?” Twilight asked, voice coming out as a small, confused bark.

That broke Shade out of his trance, dropping his hand back to his side, he then spoke gravely, “I- I am fine pup, THEY are here. You must escape, if not…..”

Shade looked away getting up, “Who knows what will happen to the others,”

The others?! Twilight stood up in alarm. Though he couldn’t talk to the poe anymore as Shade just vanished. Just…. gone, no light or nothing, simply vanished in front of Twilight’s eyes.

Twilight snarled to himself as he flopped back onto the cool ground of his cell. He couldn't escape yet, he needed to see who had the keys. At the very least he needed to get out of this cage. Then to deal with the chain he could get a rock to break it or maybe even the Great Fairy could help him loosen it.

Either way he would have to wait until morning, or the Zone’s equivalent. Then at the first moment he can, he will break free. Causing as much havoc as possible while finding the ‘others’.

Twilight prayed to whatever goddess that was watching him that it wasn’t the other Links. Though the way Shade referred to them, it made him think that he was close to them. Time was counting down, and no matter what, whoever they were, Twilight needed to help them.

Twilight laid down, deciding to get some rest while he can. After all, tomorrow is when he gets out of here.

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“Well I’ll be,” Laven spoke, waking Twilight up, “It actually ate that nasty meat!”

“Hey!” Ebo shouted from near the fire, “I spent hours working on spiking that!”

“Lav don’t be rude,” Terea came out of the tent looking bedraggled, “Ebo it was sitting outside for hours, who knows when the beast actually touched the rotten meat,”

Ebo sent a raspberry to the taller, “It takes longer than a couple of hours for meat to rot! Though now it would be a tad spoiled…”

“How did it even get the meat back to eat it?” Laven brought up, “By the time we went to bed the meat was lying in the sand,”

Twilight decided to only listen to the conversation and feign sleep. He didn’t want to deal with their panic if he so much as looked at Laven wrong again. For some reason yesterday he felt particularly angry, probably that “volatile” thing Ebo mentioned.

“You’re right! Just how did it do that?” Ebo’s voice was right next to the cage.

“Does it really matter?” Terea called out, presumably still from the fire, “As long as that beast is still locked up why should we care?”

“Yesterday you were so determined to find out what it was doing here!” Laven yelled back, “Where was that curiosity and what if someone was here in the middle of the night?”

“A: it is too early to be worrying about that mutt and B: there are no footprints, and we would’ve woken up if someone was here! Those monsters aren’t exactly quiet,” Terea mixed something that sloshed unpleasantly, “Now come over here and eat!”

Laven’s steps walked over to the front of his cage and rattled the door. Twilight, to keep suspicion low, let out a quiet warning growl. The Hylian scoffed before their footsteps retreated back to the campfire and Twilight was left to his thoughts.

Last night's events definitely did happen, the meat and Twilight’s hunger being gone was proof enough of that. Those three had no idea Shade was here, though they were suspicious.

Shade’s soul would probably be perfect for whatever they need one for, and his would look garbage in comparison. Having a soul that has been tainted by dark and Twili magic has made it more resistant to those kinds of spells. Hopefully that means that the mind control will be less effective.

Eventually the three finished eating their breakfast and started to get to work. Twilight watched as they pushed cages from all around the area into a mock arena, his included.

“So, are we ready to start?” Terea asked, now back to their personality from the previous night.

“Not quite yet,” Ebo brought out a flask, rock, and fern from his coat.

After a moment of silence Laven spoke, “Alright I’ll bite, why the rock?”

“It’s a geode first of all,” Ebo split it apart to reveal purple insides, “And secondly, we need to activate the mind control! First I’ll pour some of the spare potion onto the beast, and using the plant and geode I will make basically a controller,”

“Ah,” Terea nodded, “Are we sure we need to use that potion though? We don’t have a lot to spare,”

“It’s better if we have some fresh on him,” Ebo repeated, popping the top off of the flask, “It won’t take much, all I have to do is get it on its fur!”

To prove this Ebo sent the liquid flying out and onto Twilight. He couldn’t even try to dodge it, not with his bigger form and such a small cage. Just like the potion that made him grow, it tingled unpleasantly as it soaked in, but did not start making him ache like the other did.

“It’s…. Oddly docile today,” Laven sounded confused, “It had barely look at us today,”

“I’m guessing the potion made it more aggravated than usual, and this is what it's like most of the time,” Terea answered.

“We also did lock it up,”

“That too,”

“Would you both be quiet!” Ebo glared back at the two, “I have never done this before and I need to concentrate!”

Both fell silent as Ebo started reading from a book, chanting. The tingling got worse, almost like fire ants were crawling up his body and onto his head. Letting out a whine and shaking his head the feeling persisted. Then just as it started it stopped, right when Ebo stopped chanting.

Ebo held up a blackened rock, “There done! With this we will be able to command the wolf to do whatever we please!”

“Is that part of the spell?” Terea pointed at Twilight.

“What?” Laven asked, “I don’t see anything,”

“The beast’s fur is glowing,” Terea informed them, looking suspiciously at Twilight.

Twilight also couldn’t see or feel anything besides a faint warmth in his chest.

“I don’t see anything,” Ebo looked down at his book, “I’m sure it's just a side effect and nothing to worry about!”

“Alright what’s next?” Laven interrupted, "Do I get on top of the cages to release the bokoblin now….?”

“We should test it first,” Terea gestured for Ebo to do something.

“Oh! Right.. Uh-” Ebo floundered for a second, “Wolf, sit!”

Twilight felt his muscles twitch uncomfortably, prompting him to forcibly lean back nearly sitting down in the process. Rather than continuing the motion, he let out a small growl and stood back up and glared at his captors.

“Maybe this time say it like it isn’t a request?” Laven suggested, hand waving in the air carelessly.

“Ok,” Ebo took in a deep breath, “SIT!”

Instantly Twilight felt all of his muscles spasm, making him drop into a sitting position. He couldn't move a muscle, just frozen in place. He could look around frantically as the interlopers seemed to be happy that it actually worked.

“Good job,” Terea slapped Ebo on the back, “Now who should we put it up against first?”

“Uh the bokoblins?” Laven spoke, no longer where Twilight could see them, “Start easy, work to more difficult beasts,”

“I have to agree with Laven. I don’t know how well this will hold up,” Ebo admitted.

“Alright then,” Terea shrugged, “Laven?”

Twilight could hear sharp metallic twangs from Laven’s supposed direction, “On it!”

Terea grabbed keys from her belt, “Make sure that beast doesn’t bite me ok?”

“I don’t think it is going to do anything anytime soon,” Ebo joked as the cage door flung open.

Once Terea was out of the way Ebo ordered Twilight to go forward. Just like before, Twilight couldn’t control himself as his body forced him to go into the arena and sit back down. In front of him a bokoblin was released by Laven, who was balancing on top of the cage bars, somehow unlocking it from up there.

“Ok Wolf FIGHT!” Ebo yelled, blackened stone glittering disgustingly.

Twilight got up, and started circling the bokoblin. He didn’t want to do this, not in the slightest. But that magic forced him to snarl and wait for the bokoblin to strike.

Luckily he didn’t have to wait long as the bokoblin let out a cry and jumped at him. With the ease of years of practice, even in his larger form, Twilight sidestepped the attack and lunged. He got the Bokoblin by the neck, and bit down, snapping its neck and killing it instantly.

At least it didn’t suffer, that much Twilight could control, even if all he tasted was the disgusting monster's blood.

“Did you see that?! It killed it effortlessly! We need to up the difficulty,” Ebo frantically started writing on a clipboard, vibrating in place.

“Lizalfos?” Terea suggested, “those bastards are quick enough it should give it at least some trouble,”

“Good idea!” Ebo chirped before calling out “Laven?”

“On it!” Laven hopped to the cage with a thrashing violent unarmored lizalfos in it.

“Careful!” Terea yelled.

“Yeah yeah,” Laven grumbled, shoving their key into a slot at the top of the cage, opening the door.

A poor design of the cage with an extra unlocking mechanism made the doors far more fragile than what cages were supposed to be. Something that Twilight could definitely use to his advantage later.

This time the monster wasted no time in lunging at Twilight. This time Twilight had no qualms of disposing of the lizalfos early unlike the bokoblin. Everyone from the Chain knows that his bokoblins are perhaps the stupidest of the bunch after all, especially those wielding clubs.

As the Lizaflos leaped into the air Twilight wasted no time in diving under, grabbing the monster by the foot, and slamming it back down. The lizalfos started trying to crawl away, foot now broken and useless, but Twilight simply jumped on the back of the beast, stopping it in its tracks as his claws cut into its flesh easily.

As he went to deal the ‘fatal blow’ Ebo’s voice called out, “Wait- No stop!”

Twilight forcibly froze as the monster under him wiggled. He needed to finish this now before the lizalfos escapes.

“What are you doing?!” Terea hissed.

“That’s our only uninfected Lizalfos! We need it alive!” Ebo then called out again, “WOLF STOP!”

This time though a simple command wasn’t going to stop him as he raised his head back. Only pausing slighting at Ebo’s commands as sunk his teeth into the neck of the beast. It took more effort to crush the neck of this one compared to the bokoblin, but in the end the lizalfos went still.

He hated killing monsters this way. It was gruesome and unhygienic, but it was the only way to kill them quickly right now. Dealing with it just had to be something to come to terms with.

“No….” Ebo whined, “Why didn’t the beast listen….”

“Probably flight or fight response ‘bo,” Terea spoke, voice soothing and low, “You did have the mutt stop while it was on top of the beast. Whatever training it had probably took over and that was that,”

Twilight glanced over his shoulder at the two. While they were right about training, it was more to not repeat past mistakes. He didn’t need any more near fatal encounters with lizalfos in this lifetime.

Twilight’s ear followed the sound of Laven walking to the end of the cages, “Would more power make the spell more effective so that doesn’t happen again? You only used that fern for the energy source,”

“That was just a conduit so it connected the geode to the beast,” Ebo sounded thoughtful, “I suppose I can use what we… collected to put more power in my words,”

“Are you sure about that? You heard the stories about what happened to others trying to wield it,” Terea sounded concerned.

“It should be alright! It's only one spell after all,” Ebo’s hopeful voice echoed.

With his interest now piqued, Twilight turned fully around, only to stop dead in his tracks, blood turning cold. On a necklace, attached by a gold chain that wrapped around was a piece of a dark nearly stone like colored glass.

How did these people manage to get a piece of the Mirror of Twilight?

Thoughts swarmed through his head about the possibilities. Unaware of the fact he started growling, hackles raised as he continued to stare at the piece. Feeling as though an invisible thread was fraying at the edge the longer he stared at it.

“Uh guys?” Laven spoke, Twilight refusing to take his eyes off the shard, “I think we have a problem,”

The other two directed their attention to Twilight. Ebo took a step back, and Twilight mirrored it by taking a step forward, still focused on the shard. Terea grabbed her whip, slowly unraveling it.

“Would you look at that?” Terea smirked cockily, but all Twilight could smell was fear from her, “The beast knows what we have,”

“What should we do?” Ebo asked, not masking his fear.

“You have the rock,” Terea tried to raise an arm, but let it drop as Twilight snarled like a feral beast.

“Careful,” Laven called out from their perch quieting down as Twilight looked towards them, “I don’t think the mutt will be running away anytime soon,”

“B-beast lay down,” Ebo spoke, voice shaking, hand fiddling with the chain.

Twilight lowered ever so slightly, making it look more like he was getting ready to pounce than him laying down. That command was stronger than previous ones, but Twilight wasn’t about to lay down. Not to someone with THAT relic.

“O-oh,” Laven spoke softly, “I can definitely see the glowing now!”

“Shit! Ebo you have to get that wolf under control now!” Terea was no longer hiding how freaked out she was.

Ebo screamed, “WOLF LAY DOWN!”

“Shit…”

The spell hit Twilight like a train. He could feel the corrupting magic of the Shard radiating from here. Though for some reason, the pressure almost immediately lessened to a bearable degree, a warm feeling settling into his bones.

It felt as though that invisible thread snapped violently. Twilight ran at the two, caution gone to the wind, letting out a noise somewhere between a howl and snarl that rattled the cages around him.

“BOTH OF YOU RUN!” Terea screamed, rushing to meet Twilight, whip now fully drawn.

Twilight jumped back to avoid an arrow that Laven shot while yelling, “What?!”

Terea missed Twilight with her whip, “Don’t you see?! This wolf isn’t related to the Divine Beast, it IS the Divine Beast!”

That pause was all Twilight needed to grab onto the whip and pull. Terea didn’t let go, making her lose her balance.

Dropping the whip from his mouth Twilight lunged, grabbing onto her arm. Terea let out a scream of pain trying to shake the hero from her arm. If he was smaller than that surely would have worked, but he was large enough that the action simply made him stand on his hind legs.

Twilight’s blue eyes met Terea’s amber ones. All he could see was fear, and all he could smell was terror and metallic blood. Twilight usually at that point would usually lessen his grip, seeing such a terrified look.

But that didn’t matter to Twilight, all he could feel was rage. Rage at these people for causing this to happen, rage at Shade for giving such cryptic responses, and rage at all that happened to him in the past couple of weeks. At this moment all that anger came to him in one huge addicting rush, and he was going to make the PAY for what they have done.

Twilight broke the staring contest by dropping back down to all fours, once again making Terea off balance. While biting hard enough to keep his fangs deep into the arm, but not deep enough to sever the arm from the body. Twilight used his momentum to fling Terea over his head and into the wall of cages.

“TEREA!” Laven screamed, shooting more arrows at Twilight, all of which were easily dodged.

Terea was out cold from the impact. Twilight shifted his gaze to the archer, head turning slowly. Laven’s eyes widened and Twilight could smell the anxiety and fear increase.

Twilight snarled like a wild animal, as he bashed his side into a cage, allowing the bulbin out. Twilight had no need to kill it, and the Bulbin, even if a little bit infected with twilight, had no reason to attack him.

There was easier prey, and at the current moment, monsters almost saw Twilight as one of them. If not for the rage in his eyes, and the white parts of his pelt glowing then he would look just like them. Just another thing that Twilight would usually kill without another thought.

As Laven ran across the cages towards Terea, Twilight continued to bash in cage doors. Those that tried to kill him swiftly died a bloody death.

Everything became a blood red blur. Lunging at cages, biting, watching, hunting the interlopers. When Twilight gained some semblance of control again, Laven was standing over the limp Terea, bleeding from multiple cuts on their body, and surrounded by monsters looking for easy pickings. Using two daggers to try and keep them at bay.

Twilight huffed, remembering the last of the three. Ebo was all alone, the monsters didn’t know it, but that’s who the easiest prey was.

Twilight let his instincts take control, picking up the scent from among the ruined camp. This one made it far too easy. Ebo stopped in the tent, before taking off. The scent was too fresh. He spent too long in the tent and not enough time escaping him.

He took off running, not letting a second go wasted. Easily dodging past the traps set. Soon he was at the top of a sand dune, looking down at the human scrambling below, unaware how close Twilight is.

Twilight couldn’t help himself. He howled, and did it loudly. Finally he caught the one with the shard. That one caused this, maybe if the caster died or the mirror piece was contained then the zone would fall.

The human looked up and gasped, scrambling more and more, barely getting anywhere. Twilight took his time getting down, savoring the victory. His paws dipped so deep into the sand that his manacle was hidden.

Ebo chanted something, a bolt of black fire shot off. It was easy to dodge as the mage started scooting back, chanting something while holding the shard. He needed to be quick, who knows what spell was being casted.

The sifting of sands to the left of him, made Twilight instinctively duck down. A beast, some flew directly over him, crashing into the sands. Easily pinning the dazed beast with one paw, Twilight looked down briefly at it.

The beast was an adult male lion. Why the fuck was a lion here of all places? This is far from their natural habitat, unless of course it was summoned.

Twilight looked back up to the human mage. Only to find him gone, scent making Twilight believe he managed to teleport away. The few seconds it took for Twilight to pin the lion down, the human managed to escape. The human with the piece of the mirror.

Twilight growled looking down at the panicked blue eyes of the lion. This one had to be a summons, no normal lion would have a mane tinted with blue and silver.

“Wa- wait!” the lion spoke, voice familiar enough that it stopped Twilight dead in his tracks.

“WARRIORS!” Another familiar voice yelled from the top of a dune where the lion came from, the silhouette being that of a wolf.

Time….

Twilight jerked his head back down at the lion, sniffing it to confirm what he just heard. Stumbling off of the lion, all semblance of rage and anger leaked out of him as he starred with horror, knowing what nearly happened to his friend.

“Captain?!”

[steel-and-fire]

🐱---- Is your muse graceful? Do they possess a skill that they're quite precise and never sloppy with?

🐶 ---- Does your muse get excited easily? Is there someone (or particular people) that make them excited?

🐎 ---- How strong is your muse? Could they fight someone with a stronger skillset than them?

🦒 ---- How does your muse feel about height? Do they like their height or are they ashamed of it?

🦝 ---- What things have your muse gotten away with? Do they get sneak away often?

🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all?

//Oh, Jesus xD okay then

1. 😺 I wouldn't call Ferenir graceful by any stretch. If anything, he is a little clumsy too. Big and tall, and still unused to his horns and tail, he bumps into things quite often.

That said, when he is working, he becomes hyperfocused, and he is precise to the finest detail.

2. 🐶 Fen isn't an extremely excitable person, although he has a lot of things he does like and they make him happy. He will rarely show over excitement even with them, as he tends to be more reserved. But, three situations are exceptions.

First, is his art. When it comes to blacksmithed objects, he is like a kid in a toy store. He loves learning everything about high quality items!

Second, is his main hobby, which revolves around finding precious, or be exact, beautiful stones and keeping them in his collection. As an Earth Dragon, it is his small hoard, and he is way too obsessed with them.

And third, it's when he sees someone important he hasn't in a long time. Be it friend or especially lover, he becomes emotional, and he can't help himself from being all over them for a while.

3. 🐎 Ferenir is very strong. Much stronger than he looks or the vibe he gives. That is because Ferenir has no aggressive bloodlust, nor does he like looking for trouble, and especially, he doesn't dress the part.

But constant fighting and life or death situations have increased his powers to the point that he has become rather terrifying to fight. While his physical strength is impressive, it doesn't match other supernatural beings. His endurance though, is legendary. His toughness, durability, stamina and regeneration make him nearly indestructible.

That couples with the fact that he grew up and learned to fight as a normal human, thus always expecting his opponent to be stronger than him, making him able to deal with enemies far above his level. Plus...his runic mastery has come to add a lot to that.

4. 🦒 Fen is pretty tall, by human standards. 6'4" (195cm), sets him taller than most around him, although there are plenty that far surpass him.

He really doesn't think much about heights, and is very comfortable with his own. He never feels weak or meek when next to a taller person, nor does he see people shorter than him in that light. It is very convenient for reaching stuff!!

5. 🦝 Hmm...Ferenir doesn't really sneak away often, he isn't much of a rule breaker. He will not do it for mundane things, and not for things of personal interest. He will, though, if it's something he morally believes in. The law is important for the well being of everyone's lives, but he will break it if he thinks something good will come out of it.

If I had to point at the worst things he has gotten away with...he assaulted a drug den that was taking things too far, and murdered everyone who drew a sword against him. It was darker times. He was excused by the authorities due to self defense, and finding out the amount of people that drug den had led to their deaths, a whole pit of bodies thrown away into the caverns.

But then, he also...helped himself to a whole bunch of opium, which he secretly paid a doctor to help him alter it for safer use. It wasn't for himself, and he deemed it very important.

He led a group of vampire kids to a crime capital so they could feed on criminals and not get in trouble with the law(?)

Oh, and he made a deal with a devil. For the protection of his friends. It backfired, of course.

Yea, he hasn't been the most lawful kid, but it always involved helping others, and it has been a while since he last needed to go that far.

6. 🐻 I wouldn't call it exactly strange, but Fen is very much a cuddler when he sleeps. If he doesn't have someone to grab, he will his pillow. Something is getting hugged for certain.

He does sleep a lot, in general. His body has a big demand of energy for his powers to function, so he both eats and sleeps a lot. It's not to say he can't go with little sleep, in fact he more often than not has to, but when relaxed and with time to spare, he will very much enjoy some nice rest.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Vicarious (Part 29)

It has been a good while since they have switched back and Sokka is still finding small things to cherish, things that he hadn’t imagined would mean the world to him. Things that might irritate other people, but bring him joy. Things like listening to Azula complain about how much she hates the jungle and the rain and the mud.

“A princess shouldn’t have to live like this!” She declares. Nevermind that she has certainly gone on adventures like these before. Granted, that tank she had chased them around in probably had several luxuries that she doesn’t have now. 

“My socks are soggy, my clothes are dripping–they feel so heavy when they are wet, it’s annoying.” She continues. Sokka can tell that Zuko is growing tired of the complaining but it makes him smile. 

He thinks that the crinkling of her nose as she steps over a puddle of mud is precious. “I think I have mud in my shoes too…”

“Do you want me to carry you?” He offers. 

“What?” 

“Through the mud, do you want me to carry you? So you don’t have to worry about getting any more mud in your shoes?” Really he just wants an excuse to carry her, he hasn’t had the chance to do so yet. 

Azula hums. “Yes. Carry me.” 

And he scoops her into his arms. She fits rather perfectly in them. He likes being able to lift her off of her feet, he certainly couldn’t do that when she was him. “Is this better?” He asks. She drapes one arm around his neck. 

She nods. “I suppose that it’s a little better. I’m still soaked though.” 

“Yeah, rain does that.” Zuko mutters. 

Azula sniffs and Katara snickers. 

“Personally I love a good rain!” Hakoda declares, throwing his arms out wide. “It’s refreshing, makes a man feel alive.”

“Maybe if that man is from the Water Tribes.” Azula grumbles. “It makes firebends feel exhausted.”

After a while it makes him feel a little sleepy too but he doesn’t put Azula down, she seems very comfortable and she has finally stopped complaining. He doesn’t have the heart to ruin that for her. At any rate, it makes him feel much better to have someone to hold again. Jin had her own perks and wonderful traits but she didn’t like being carried.

Azula, of course, has her down sides. Namely that she is rather high maintenance. She is stubborn and intimidating. But she is also very sweet when she wants to be and she knows how to connect with people better than she realizes. She only needed a little nudge in the right direction. 

“You can put me down now.” She mentions. There is less mud in this stretch of their hike. He carefully places her feet back on the ground and she reaches for his hand. Her hand is warm and soft. Very pleasant to hold and he counts himself lucky that he is one of the few who have gotten to do it. One of the few who knows what it feels like to hold her hand. “Thank you.” She says. “For carrying me. I don’t like mud.” 

“Consider it an apology for the whole drill thing.” 

“The drill thing…that was the Avatar’s fault.” 

“It was actually my idea!” He declares proudly, earning himself a glare. 

“We’re almost there.” Katara declares. To Azula she clarifies, “there’s this small shrine up ahead.”

“Kind of hidden and out of the way.” Zuko adds. 

“It’s where Sokka encountered the spirit that I think could be responsible for what happened to the two of you.” 

Azula’s face conveys the exact degree of unease that he feels. Grant his unease is steadily increasing with each step closer. This is a spirit that he had been hoping to never see again. One who probably doesn’t want much to do with him either. And based upon the look that she is giving, he is wanting to say that Azula isn’t particularly friendly with spirits either. He wonders if she had had any personal run ins, if it is secondhand dread, or if she has simply always been weary of the spirits just as some people are weary of closed spaces and heights. 

“It’s a pretty shrine.” She comments. 

She is off to a better start than he had been on his first go around.

[fukbroty]

he was a cocky fucker and he loved to tease me. he graduated last year and is in college now, but my former student/player still knew how to push my buttons.

I first met him in my grade 10 history class. he wasn't a turn your head muscle jock back then. he was more of a cocky kid who was morphing from a twink bod to more of a jock bod. Not that I would have realize that back then. I was happily married, beautiful wife, great new job at this school and assistant coach for the baseball team. life was good. I played high school and college ball. I wasn't a superstar, but I was decent. I got my degree and had been teaching for a few years already. at 26 yo I was one of the youngest teachers at the school.

Nathan was the kid at the back of my class. part class clown, part jock, ladies man, and a cocky attitude that was 10x more than most kids that age. he was 16 yo back then and had just starting to fill out his body from a late growth spurt. he must have put on 3" of height and 20 lbs of muscle that year. by the end of the schol year, he was def one of the jocks the girls pined after in the hallways.

beside history class, Nathan was on the baseball team. so I got to deal with his cocky attitude during practice too. he was a decent player and held his own, but he was still adapting to his new body and hadn't figured out how to utilize his increased size and strength to get more power into his swing.

by his senior year, Nathan was 18 yo and had fully moved away from the twink bod and definitely filled out his uniform, in more ways than one. at practice, it seemed like every time I looked at him, he'd be grabbing his crotch. now that isn't abnormal for a senior in high school to be constantly grabbing his crotch and making adjustments. but with Nathan, it seemed more lewd and sexual. like he was doing it to cause sexual excitement and attention. now I suppose it could be for the benefit of his gf and the other girls in the stands who sometimes came to watch practice, but he'd be doing it even when there were no girls around.

I started to wonder if he was trying to fuck with me, but he never seemed to be looking at me when he did it. he would be doing some warm up swings, and when i'd look over at him, it was like he had a 6th sense. he'd casually stretch out and then run his hand down to his crotch. it was never a quick adjustment then back to his warm up swings. it was a slow sexy adjustment like you'd imagine in a porn. the kind where it's a slow motion shot. the hot porn star isn't looking at the camera and pretends to be oblivious. his hand reaches down to his crotch and lingers there, almost teasing. then he gropes his crotch and kind of just holds onto it for a moment, after that he give it a shake like its a big snake, slowly re-adusts it and then moves on. that's what Nathan does. almost like he watched to much porn and knew how to attract the type of attention that he wanted.

I rarely went into the locker room unless it was absolutely necessary. Nathan and all the other seniors were 18 yo by the time baseball season started, so if I didn't need to be in the locker room, I didn't go in. the heat was sweltering that season and the kids wanted to practice shirtless. thankfully coach quickly put the kibosh on that. most of the kids would strip off their shirts after practice and have a wifebeater underneath, but not Nathan. he'd just shuck his shirt and go shirtless. after stripping his shirt off, he loved to put his hands behind his head and stretch out his lats. he did it so often, I mentally called it his 'go to' move. something about that move always caught my attention and i'd find myself staring at Nathan and his pits.

one time on a super hot day at practice, Nathan was being his cocky self, I gave him a talking to and punishment laps after practice. most kids would apologize and then we'd move on. but Nathan just gave me a thumbs up, smiled and winked at me. WTF?

I shook my head and turned away thinking that's just Nathan trying to hold up his rep, since he was surrounded by his buds at practice when I doled out the laps. after practice, all the kids started with clean up and then went to hit the showers. Nathan stripped off his shirt, used it to wipe the sweat from his head, his chest, and of course his pits. then he did his go to move. with his arms behind his head stretching and flexing, he yelled out to me, 'so 5 laps coach?' he held his pose as I looked at him, a huge smirk on his face. what was with this kid???

I told him yes and he threw his shirt on the bench and started his laps. he was going slow since it was so hot that day. I was thinking about giving him a break and letting him off, but that's not good for team moral when the players see me going easy and letting someone out of their punishment.

what would normally take 20 minutes took Nathan well over 30 minutes that day. I felt guilty and grabbed his water bottle as I headed over to where he'd finish. I didn't want the kid to get dehydrated and have heat stroke. as he finished his laps I handed him the gatorade bottle. he immediately squished half of it into his mouth and swallowed gratefully.

by this time the field was empty and most of the players had already hit the showers and left. hot and sweaty, Nathan took the water bottle and squished some water on his head/face then then all over his chest. now i'm straight with a wife and i've never done anything with a guy before, but DAMN!!! this 18 yo kid was looking sexy as fuck. all sweaty with the water dripping down his body.

while I was staring at him, he looks down his body and rubs his abs before he pulls out the waistband of his pants. he then proceeds to squish the rest of the water bottle into his crotch. he's got his eyes closed and his head arched back, sighing like it's the best feeling in the world. who the fuck is this kid, and how did he learn all these moves??? no 18yo should be this damn sexy!!

I didn't realize I was staring at his body until he cleared his throat and I looked up to see him smirking at me. FUCK!! I mumbled something about it being super hot out and he should go hit the showers. he gave me a thumbs up and went over to grab his shirt before heading to the lockers.

he was the only player in the locker room and the shower was running for a long time. I figured the kid was wiped from practice and the heat, plus the extra laps, so he deserved a longer shower. the shower finally turned off after 15 minutes. I gave the kid another 10 minutes to get dressed before I headed into the locker room to make sure he was done so I could lock up.

expecting to see him dressed and ready to go, I was shocked that the locker room was empty. his street clothes and gym bag were still there, so he had to be around. I walked across the room over to the toilets. as I rounded the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks. there was Nathan with just a towel around his waist, standing at the sinks in front of the mirrors doing his go to pose. arms behind his head, lats flared out, pits showing with just the right amount of hair on his armpits to look super sexy. the pose that always made me stop and look.

but this time, Nathan added something to his go to pose. he had his tongue stuck out and looked like he was trying to lick his pits. you know the look. you see a lot of gym jocks, muscle heads, and porn stars, do it. it's cocky, arrogant, and a total douche bag move. but when its done properly, its sexy as fuck!!! watching Nathan with his tongue out trying to lick his pits was like sex on a stick.

I honestly don't know how long I stood there watching him. something was going on inside me that I didn't want to admit. then I heard the same throat clearing grunting sound as earlier, and was shocked back into reality. when I looked up again, there was Nathan still doing the pose but this time staring right at me. FUCK!!! I was definitely busted and couldn't even think of any reasonable cover story.

'what do you think coach? my gf loves when I do this pose. before we have sex, she gets super turned on if I climb up on the bed and straddle her waist while I do this pose. she loves it when I show off my pits and body. she says watching me trying to lick my pits is like sex on a stick.'

FUCK!! that was exactly what I was thinking. how is it possible that I would be thinking the same thing about him that his gf is thinking before sex? 'what do you think coach? do you think this pose looks sexy?' here was my 18 yo player telling me about sex with his gf, and asking if his pose looked sexy. FUCKING HELL YA IT DOES!!! I thought to myself, but I couldn't say that. I mumbled something about him needing to finish up and get changed.

he gave me a pouting look as he held the pose and said 'come on coach!! I was good today, I took your punishment without a word. no talking back, no cocky attitude, no complaining. if i'm gonna be honest, now that we're alone, I think your punishment today was a little too harsh. ya, I was being a goof today, but i'm always a goof. 5 laps around the field in 95 degree heat? WTF dude? you owe me bro. all i'm asking is if you think this pose looks sexy? I was thinking of doing a tiktok.'

now I felt like an asshole. the kid was right. I did go to far on his punishment today. it was hot as hell, so 5 laps after a hard practice would be torture. looking at him pouting in that pose and then calling me out, I felt like a shithead. all the kid wanted was some positive feedback to pump him and his ego up, so that he would have the courage to do his tiktok vid.

'you're right Nathan, I was an ass today. sorry for the punishment'. that got a smile on is face, and it was infectious. I ended up smiling too. 'so do you think i'm sexy coach?' feeling a little better about myself for putting a smile on the kid's face, I decided to boost his ego a bit and said 'I think you are sexy as FUCK Nathan'. in that moment, I didn't realize he changed the question from does the pose look sexy, to is he sexy. I'm not sure if it really matters either. I just admitted that I found my 18 yo player sexy as fuck.

Nathan broke his pose and gave me a wink. that brought me back to reality. FUCK!! here I was alone in the locker room with my 18 yo player/student after just telling him that I think he's sexy as fuck. argh!!!! I had to get out of there fast.

I rambled something about needing him to hurry up and finish so I could go home. I made up some excuse about date night with my wife and not wanting to keep her waiting. he gave me his usual thumbs up and said, 'I get it coach. something's got you boned up and you need to get some relief. I'm a guy dude, I respect that.' then he gave me that wink of his and started walking back to the lockers.

as he walked by me, he turned and gave my ass a slap and groped my butt. 'damn!!!! I bet your wife loves this ass. so much cake bro!!' then he continued to walk away as if nothing happened. my mind was racing and then it all hit me all at once. WTF just happened?

I told my 18 yo player that I think he's sexy as fuck, then I tell him I have a date night with my wife. he proceeds to tell me that he knows i'm all hot and bothered and horny as fuck today, and that I need to go blow my load to get some relief. after that he just grabbed my ass and called it cake. now i'm 10 yrs older than him, but I know what it means when you call an ass cake.

I walked over to the sink and splashed some cold water on my face. looking in the mirror, I told myself that this is not going well and I need to somehow get back in control. with a quick look around to make sure I was alone, I turned to check out my ass in the mirror. I smiled to myself as heard Nathan's voice in my head again. 'so much cake bro!!!'

walking back to the coach's office I yelled at Nathan 5 minutes and i'm locking up. I tried sounding a little more strict like I was giving an order. that should help put me back in control and move past this situation.

as I was about to exit the locker room, I heard Nathan call out 'DAMN coach, you really are horny today and need to get off. maybe you and the wife should just skip date night and move on to the good stuff. do my move tonight coach. see if your wife tells you that you're sex on a stick!!'

with that 1 comment, my ego got popped again and the kid took the upper hand once more. he knows what's gotten me so horny and turned on. he knows I need to blow my load b/c he's like stupid sexy, and lately I can't think straight when he's around. and now he's challenging me to see if my girl thinks i'm as hot as his girl thinks he is.

as I walked into the coach's office I noticed for the 1st time that I was rock hard. FUCK!!! how long have I been hard for? did Nathan notice? was I hard when I was watching him flex and telling him that I think he is sexy as fuck? OMG!!! now his comment about something getting me boned up today is 100x worse!!! I hope that he didn't see me hard in my shorts.

sitting at my desk with a boner was a new low for me. I just prayed that Nathan wouldn't come into the office and press the attack. it seemed like he could smell my weakness and knows exactly when to press his advantage. FUCK!!! I'm turning into a pussy!!! here I am, a hot coach with a beautiful wife who played college ball, and this punk is leading me around by my dick like some little bitch in heat.

as I took stock of my situation, i heard Nathan yell out that he was out of there and that he hoped I get some relief from date night. thank god he didn't come into the office. I was thinking of something to respond with, but decided that staying silent was the best option.

I locked up the office and went to the locker room to do a quick check so I could lock it up and leave. inside the lockers I did a once over and it was empty. about to head out the door, I notice a practice shirt bunched up on the bench in front of Nathan's locker. I could feel my dick rising in my shorts already.

I shouldn't be doing this I told myself, but I know that i'm going to. I can't help it. it's like I'm having an out of body experience and watching myself walk over to that shirt. my out of body self is yelling to stop and don't be stupid, but I just keep walking towards that shirt. as I pick it up, it's still soaked with sweat. at that moment, I snap back to reality. what if someone walks in? what if there's a hidden cam? I pick up the shirt and take it with me as I lock up.

I walk back to the coach's office and unlock the door. I walk in and close the door. leaning against the door, I'm staring at his shirt. the one he wore all practice. the one he took off and used to wipe the sweat from his body and from his sexy pits today. this shirt was clinging to his sweaty body and pits for a couple of hours.

my cock is rock hard and I don't care. I take his shirt and bring it to my face. I breath in deep and I can smell him. I can smell Nathan on his shirt and it's definitely sex on a stick!!! as I pull the shirt away from my face, I know what i'm going to do. I wanna stop myself but I know I can't. I unroll his shirt and stare at the pits. I bring the armpits of the shirt to my face and press it over my nose and I start to breath deeply. inhaling Nathan.

my cock is harder than it's ever been. you know how your cock gets super sensitive after you've been stroking it for a long time, and then you have to stop stroking b/c you are about to blow your load. even without touching it anymore, you are already so turned on that you have to try and hold off from cum'ing. it's that catch 22 moment where you really want to blow your load, but you also don't want to b/c you want to back off the edge a little bit so that you can start back up and keep that horny feeling going for a little bit longer. it's like walking on the edge of a cliff, an adrenaline rush of pure horny emotions that you don't want to ever stop. that's what I was feeling. all I had to do was touch my dick and i'd explode into my shorts. i'd dump the biggest load of my life and it would feel so fucking good.

not daring to touch my dick, I started to lick and suck the pits of Nathan's shirt as I imagined him in the pose earlier. my tongue licked at his shirt and I sucked the damp sweat out of it while I imagined, and wished, it was his pits I was licking right now. I don't know how long I did that for, but eventually I got a grip and stopped. I threw Nathan's shirt into the lost and found bin in the office and then went home to my wife.

with the afternoon I had, blowing my load was the only way to get out of stupid horny mode and to stop thinking about Nathan. I got inside and playfully grabbed my wife and started making out with her. after a few moments, I broke the kiss and pulled her into the bedroom as she laughed and asked what had gotten into me. when I fuck my wife, it's always nice and slow. sensual, romantic, taking my time and exploring her body, turning her on and getting her ready.

this time there was none of that. I just wanted to shove my hard dick into her and fuck, but I knew that I wouldn't last more than a couple of strokes before I blew my load. there was no way I was going to become that '2 pump chump' type of guy that I always made fun of when I was in college. so I did the only thing I could think of, and threw my wife onto our bed.

I don't know if it was conscious or subconscious, but I climbed up and straddled her waist, just like Nathan described doing to his gf. I ripped off my sweaty shirt and did my best imitation of Nathan's go to pose. I flex'd out hard for her and tried to make my lats pop as I stretched out my armpits. I even tried licking my pits the way Nathan did. I held the pose, waiting for my wife to start gushing and telling me I was sex on a stick.

I wanted to hear her say that exact phrase so bad. if she said it, then in my mind it would even the playing field between Nathan and I. 'your girl thinks you're sex on a stick, well so does mine bro!! she couldn't get enough of me in that pose, and then after I broke the pose, I rocked her world!!!' ya, that's right. in my mind I would stick it to Nathan, and then my life would go back to normal. that was the plan, and now I just needed the follow thru.

I was brought back to reality by my wife's giggles. she asked again what was going on and what had gotten into me? my ego was instantly deflated. i'd lost another round to Nathan and he wasn't even in the room.

I could picture him giving me his signature smirk and wink with the 2 thumbs up. but he was doing it condescendingly and totally mocking me. I don't know why, but the thought of Nathan mocking me sexually got me turned on even more. I def wasn't thinking straight, and any random thoughts of Nathan were turning me on. I was stuck in stupid horny mode and not thinking logically. I needed to nut for my own sanity.

knowing there was no way i'd last long enough to bring my wife to orgasm from fucking, I pulled down her yoga pants and started to eat her pussy. I don't eat my wife's pussy often. I don't dislike eating pussy, but it's also not my favorite thing. as I licked her pussy today, I closed my eyes and started to see Nathan's armpit. my tongue started to dive into Nathan's pits. using long tongue strokes and going from the bottom of his hairy pits to the top and then back down again. over and over I did it. satisfying the crazy urges I had of doing it all afternoon. then I pushed my tongue into his pits to tease and tickle them. I even started to use my tongue to thoroughly clean out that spot on his pits, hoping to drive him wild. I did it all over and over again. I could hear Nathan moaning and I took that as a good sign and re-doubled my efforts.

licking his pits, my mind shifted to his shirt and the scene in the office. It was like that out of body experience again. I was watching myself, back pressed against the door, his shirt stuffed into my face as I took deep breathes. my shorts tented out with a wet stain starting to form on them. FUCK!!! was I really leaking when I did that? I tried to think back to the office and if I was leaking pre-cum from Nathan's scent. after thinking about it, I was pretty sure that I must have been leaking pre-cum in my shorts while I sniffed the closest thing I had to Nathan's pits. next I saw myself unravel his shirt and start to suck and lick on the armpits of the shirt. I was totally lost in the moment of that memory and all the emotions that came with it.

my dick was getting to that stage again, where any slight touch would set it off. I was brought back to reality hearing the moans and screams of my wife. WTF was going on? I opened my eyes and saw her pussy. reality came crashing down on me. I was eating her pussy while I imagined that I was licking Nathan's pits. I felt her thrashing around under me screaming 'yes, yes, oh fuck yes Connor. right there, do it again, right there'. I had been on autopilot and had no clue what moves I actually did to get her to this point. I had never heard my wife sound like this in all the times we'd had sex.

without knowing what I did to get her here, and hearing her screaming for me to continue, my best option was to close my eyes and go back to thinking of Nathan and servicing his pits. a few minutes later, my wife's body slumped under me and I knew I brought her to orgasm from my tongue. now it was my turn. I shucked my shorts and mounted her. her eyes were closed and she looked so content and blissful. I closed my eyes and pictured Nathan in his go to pose as I slid into my wife's well prep'd pussy.

I wish I could say that I was a wild animal and fucked her for hours like a total stud. but the truth is, that day was the closest I have ever come to being a '2 pump chump'. all it took was picturing Nathan in his go to pose as I slid into my wife, then reliving that moment where he spanked me and grabbed a handful of my ass like he owned it. FUCK!!! no one has ever treated me that way before. like I was his bitch and he owned me. and does whatever he wants, whenever he wants to me. I didn't even say anything after he grabbed my ass today. I'm such a fucking pussy!! thinking about how his hand felt groping my ass pushed me over the top. I blew the biggest load of my life into my wife that day, and then I collapsed on top of her utterly spent.

I'm pretty sure i lasted more than 2 pumps, but i'd be lying to myself if I said it was more than 5 or 6 pumps. so a 6 pump chump? I guess that was still better than being a 2 pump chump. As I lay next to my wife, I realized that she probably wouldn't even remember how long I fucked her for. she was utterly spent and had this glow about her. I had never seen her this happy and content after sex. I kissed her on the cheek, and she looked at me with a smile.

she told me that what just happened was the hottest sex she has ever had, and whatever brought it about, needs to happen again. we kissed and she closed her eyes and cuddled back into me. I should be proud right? I just gave my wife the best orgasm of her life, and I blew the largest load of my life with her today. I should be feeling like a stud. but I didn't. I knew exactly what happened today to bring this on, and my wife wants this to happen again. laying beside her my mind shifted from that thought to hearing Nathan's voice in my head.

'I get it coach. something's got you boned up and you need to go get some relief. I'm a guy dude, I respect that.'

Nathan knew the score. he knew what got me so boned up and why I needed relief so badly. HIM!!! now the question was, what was I going to do about it?

[skin-anon]

In the attic.

A large book rests on a desk just past the edge of the light-filled half of the attic. For those who read it, there is no title. Only a three fingered hand-print. On the first page was a key. A list of names more like. Titan, Wolf, Fox, Rat, Twins, Rascal, Audrey. Although seemingly small, there is space for more names... And a mass of letters at the bottom of the page, resembling a pile. As if they fell. Titan, first creation. Nocturnal hunter. "Of all my creations, I am most proud of what I achieved with this one. Before I mastered machinery, I mastered the understanding of magic. To think a spell could create my finest creation, an embodiment of the past, before light could grace this world. The Unknown locked within a vessel." On the appropriate page, is a small list of abilities, followed by weaknesses. Titans' sketch in the book resembles Patch if he had another wing and another arm below the oversized one. A ten floor building is drawn next to the creature, It stands at the same height. 40 meters, 130 feet. The drawing only has the single eye that dots its face. A small list of abilities are noted down below the image. One ability has a small statement written under it. Portal creation, through cutting reality. Passive space manipulation, stretching physical space to fit within any chamber. Sound manipulation, seemingly unimportant. It can repeat phrases in voices of those it either slain or heard. *Healing, A recent reveal. It picked up a failed experiment. Rat, and brought it back from deaths' door. *Requires further research, this way of healing is not the same as other sources of restoration magic. Once it finished healing Rat, it collapsed into a pile, nearly crushing the failure it just saved. It is not yet clear how dangerous it is for the Titan to heal. Past the Titans' page is the Wolf. A purple furred humanoid creature, its hands are large metallic hooks, its' face bears no eyes and just one twisted beak. Sharp ears stand atop its head. Lines are drawn around its open beak. As if it was exhaling or inhaling. "The Titans' rider. Meant to keep it under control should the beast go on a rampage without being ordered to. Unlike the light its insides produce, it is not all that bright. Was repaired/replaced 53 times. The machinery that creates the light requires nothing from it. As durable as the core is, it will outlast the Wolf. Ensure it is not left alone to assume victory too soon." A outline reveals a spherical-object in the wolfs' chest. Seemingly replacing both lungs and the heart with how large it is. If there ARE any organs in this creature. "The core. A prison handcrafted to collect light, Wolf devours the energy of suns passively to feed the core, which fuels its body as grants the wolf its light. I theorize if it was dismantled, all the energy within would be released all at once. Without the vessel containing it. The core will simply bleed out the energy rather than lose it all. I wonder if the energy would fizzle out or go back to the stars. Would this energy even understand it was stolen?" Below the description is a pros and cons list. For whatever reason. One feels as if something is rolling its eyes at the fact someone made this list. "Pros, agile. Hooks apply good grappling and piercing, the light can blind almost everything. Have not seen what it can't blind. Able to produce hooks out of its body." "Cons, fragile. One good strike will considerable slow it down. If it produces multiple hooks out of its body, in place of close-range defense/offense increasing. It will lose out on its agility."

"Note to self, reacquire the core if Wolf perishes. Must figure out how to find should the wolf fails in its duty." "Keep away from Twins. Does not 'play well' with each other." The next page reveals what is titled a "Fox" The page is incomplete, but the sketch reveals a red creature of... either fur or fire. If the book is right, it is double Wolfs' height. 16ft Its' body, though seemingly aflame. Appears malnourished. Bones are barely hidden beneath the fiery fur. Its fingers, or what amounts as fingers. Appear damaged, crushed one could say. Four fangs peak out of its slender muzzle. Its' arms droop from its' body, bearing multiple elbow joints just to not be dragged behind it. It bears three eyes. Two normally located just above the nose, and one centered in the forehead. All three appear to be tracking you, the reader. No visible ears are seen. Its face appears to bear a frown, whether a permanent one or not is unclear. "Although cowardly, this one proves the best at acquiring information. Able to see through any accurate drawing of itself. It can reliably keep watch on one location while being on the other-side of the world. Combative wise, its only strength is that it heals at an alarming rate. Despite what happens to its body, even when starving. It heals fast. Very, fast. Has a weak mental link to Wolf, Rat, and Rascal. Requires the two to be within 240 yards of each other. The only one of my creations that I made from living tissue. I am uncertain on if the original mind is still in control or if it is forced into the 'backseat' of the Fox. All tests fail to give me a straight answer." The rest of the page was removed, the damage appears to be from a fire. Yet nothing else in the book is burnt.

The next few pages refuse to be seen, scrambling letters and images to ensure they can't be figured out. The reader feels as though the book is silently taunting them. Closing it, the handprint on the cover seems to have changed to a sharp toothed grin. Just before shifting back into the three fingered handprint.

[growthformula]

What Is Growth Formula Protein and How Does It Work for Height?

Growing taller is something many people think about, especially during childhood, teenage years, or even early adulthood. While genetics plays a major role, there are also other important factors such as nutrition, sleep, and exercise. One of the rising stars in height-related nutrition is something called Growth Formula Protein and height growth.

In this blog, we will explain in simple words what Growth Formula Protein is, how it works, and how it can help support natural height growth.

What Is Growth Formula Protein?

A Special Type of Protein Made for Growth

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Why Protein Is Important for Height Growth

Protein Is the Building Block of Your Body

Our body is made up of cells, and these cells need protein to grow and repair. Just like bricks are used to build a house, protein is used to build muscles, bones, skin, and tissues.

When you’re growing, your bones are lengthening, and your muscles are stretching. If you do not get enough protein, your growth may slow down or even stop early.

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Final Thoughts

A Helpful Tool, Not a Magic Potion

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[novanhistorian]

The Population Explodes, 2600 to 2680

Borne on a geyser of new births, the Academy rises to new heights of authoritarianism at home and falls to new lows of influence abroad. 3.5k words. Part of “A Sketch of History;” preceded by the High Human Tenure; followed by the Third Academy.

In the 27th century the population hit the point where one started really being able to tell it followed exponential growth. The population shot up from around eighty thousand at the turn of the century to more than three hundred and sixty thousand, largely on the Planet but sending domes mushrooming up (and down) all across the Moon as well. The novan population, pegged at 8255 in the census of 2600, was more than ten times that by 2699.

But still, this was a society that had been well below a hundred thousand for three centuries. They didn’t know, really, how to deal with this many people, hence the ballooning, structureless cities around the domes. I’ve roughly modeled the increase in Desmos, and I think seeing it may help drive the point home:

Black is total population. Green is human. Red is novan. Purple is the fraction of the total population that is novan, times a million to make it scale nicely with the rest of the graph. As for what that drop is, and why the green line just stops—don’t worry about it :)

I’ve been mentioning the population numbers intermittently to try to give you some sense of the scale of all this, but I want to explicitly call out here how tiny this is compared to what we’re used to on Earth. The population of modern Boston alone is more than one and a half times the total population in 2700, and despite its rapid growth the 2600s novan population could have all been enrolled in a single University of California. A dome-“city” usually started with a population of 400 to 1,000, and the largest reached only about 30,000.

Be really glad the guys on Terranova have trains, or else we’d be talking about an area about the size of the Oblast’.

Most of the new people were on Terranova, where breeding rates were something like the Wild West and a given family could be expected to have somewhere between two and seven children. This was officially encouraged by the Academy and the governments out of many domes; the latter often offered incentives. The Moon kept its numbers more in check thanks to the exigencies of dome life, and before the midpoint of the century and the rise of the Third Academy the Belt can mostly be considered part of them. Nevertheless, “more in check” does not by any stretch of the imagination mean “stable;” lunar dome construction greatly accelerated, incidentally contributing to the growth of what would become the Belter population.

So that’s going on in the background of the political developments we’re going to talk about next, and although I shall stop harping on about it presently, please keep in mind the psychological pressure the increase puts on our players going forward.

Through the first half of the century, Terranova saw the solidification of the Discipline Alliances, because if you can be something between anarchist not-quite-pirates and a bunch of semi-autonomous colonies completely without political repercussions from On High, you’re usually going to try.

The Scientarchy model, inherited from the Moon, dominated government. On the Planet it took the form of a relatively small committee elected by the classes formally involved in higher education (and, if there were a particularly large quantity of generalists, sometimes enfranchising anyone who had ever earned the equivalent of a bachelor’s) serving as the executive and the highest court of the judicial branch. The scientarchies will earn their own post one day, probably accompanied by an examination of their evolution over time from the Lunar model through the intermediaries of this period to the Putiya Nakaram Scientarchy of the War Era and early Imperium; but for now we don’t have to care about that, and I’m largely leaving this as a reminder to my later self.

The characters of the governments and their people, although uniformly more liberal than the Moon, differed by region, or more accurately by climate and geography. Harsher territory tended to produce more centralized, autocratic regimes. They tended to have trouble sustaining their population numbers, and to avoid falling into decline they often depended on new immigrants from the Moon. On the flip side, a lush, forgiving climate where one could go out and live off the land for a few weeks if one had to tended to produce hyper-liberal not-quite-states, with something of the attitude of college students of our day cutting loose after growing up in deeply restrictive homes. In their intoxicated infatuation with freedom they made a variety of incidental and not-so-incidental decisions they would come to regret later, once their world became one in which international and interplanetary politics could seriously screw them over if left unattended.

But anyhow, these extremes, like land-pirates, were relatively rare—everyone heard about them, but most domes fell in the middle, and although domeless cities skewed liberal they did too. As for the other political axes: the planetary enterprise had been dominated from the get-go by visionaries, so no surprise there when I tell you that such sentiments were by the early 2600s almost universal on Terranova; the third axis varied wildly between ivory-tower elitism and radical generalism, with elitism tending to be more common in dome-cities and generalism in the domeless settlements growing up outside such favor.

In the increasingly common middle situation, where a sky-bared or “weathered” city had grown up outside an old dome, there was usually a stark class divide between those who dwelled under not-quite-glass and those who would suffer the rains on if a storm passed over. Education was universal and rigorous and penetrating the glass wall was actually quite common, at least in the first half of the century, but the divide remained.

It is during this period that the domes came to be called nuclear cities, either after the notion that they were the nuclei of their provinces or because, from above, a dome in the midst of its peripheral weather-city resembled a cell with a prominent nucleus. (Many, but not all, did have nuclear reactors in this period, so that is a persistent folk etymology.)

Speaking of, over the course of the century dome construction dwindled and eventually died off. From the Academy’s perspective, the Planet now had sufficient stable population to be able to settle things on its own, and people were used to the idea of seasons, so the supply costs of erecting a dome were now far higher than the benefits. The erstwhile construction materials, as a happy bonus, could now be routed to the Moon to put up housing for its own expanding population.

The dwellers on the said Planet were variously happy and unhappy about this. On the one hand, a dome life was more stable; on the other, it rasped the pride of many more independently-minded Terranovans that such relics of the Lunar way of life were even now the seats of higher government and of the developing culture.

To the novans this was especially galling, as humanity maintained a tacit and almost accidental dominance in the uppermost halls of power. Novans had made up almost fifty percent of the Planeteers, and because they had all known each other for years (and the settlers were very idealistic, and the harsh conditions of the Planet forbade the inefficiency of species division—and, and, and; I’ll leave the speculation to the historians) novans and humans were basically interchangeable, and at that early stage government, along with every other office, was pretty evenly split.

But ever since the second wave had come, humans had flowed almost resistlessly into the high halls of power. As more immigrants sluiced down from the heavily human general population, the Terranovan species ratio came closer to that of the Moon, and the “lint-trap ceiling” came with it. It had been standard on the Moon for every figure of authority above a certain level to be a human since quite literally forever, and for those latter-day novans who remembered or rediscovered the equality of the Planeteers the current state of Terranova was, to put it lightly, very disappointing.

Add this ancient grievance to the novan exceptionalism beginning to be bandied about in some circles—at least, more openly than it had been on the Moon—citing novanity’s role as the new species for the new planet, to the exuberantly liberal political atmosphere that prevailed almost everywhere on Terranova, and to the Scientarchic governmental structure described above, and you get the circumstances that made the Planetary Anahita so different from their Lunar cousins.

The Planetary Anahita were radicalized; that’s the best way to put it. In liberalism they far surpassed the Zeitgeist, being matched only by a few sub-sects of the Bricklayers, whose planetary division had recently splintered. They were almost entirely young and perhaps sixty percent novan, and where the Lunar Anahita were usually a more measured and reasonable opposition than the Academy deserved, the Planetary Anahita were often outright revolutionaries. This would have galled Moreau quite badly; she really was a Red Hat in temperament, a little more reserved than many of her followers, and her political conditions were, if they were anything, far more deserving of a revolution than the comparative anarchy the Planetary Anahita were given to play in.

It is a testament to the liberty accorded to those on Terranova that there were no mass arrests of Anahitists, especially after the political inkings and strikes—especially strikes, which went against both wider Scientian social norms and the specific purpose of the Planet—started. (Due to the very small population, murder and especially mass murder in acts of terrorism were unthinkable. Some vestiges of this mindset will continue through most of the War Era, rather discordantly chiming against the horrors of their surroundings and probably preventing novanity from outright annihilating itself.)

Of course, the reactionaries had their day as well. Plenty of days, really, as they had the Second Academy’s full-throated support in their nonviolent activities and tacit support in their more military enterprises. The reactionary regimes were the Academy’s eyes and hands on the Planet, and without a hand there is no way to wield the rod, so it encouraged them to form wherever it could. That is why we must now introduce our next historical figure.

Princeps President Mercator seized power in a coup. Born in a little farming town in the Jabberwocky (a geographic feature later known, in part, as the Headland), it did not take long for Fabius Mercator’s intelligence to become clear, and at ten re received a meritocratic and mandatory admission to a high-performing school inside Dome Helena. Helena was the local administrative capital, and young Mercator, who was separated from ria parents in the move, grew up in the privileged upper strata of Jabberwockish society. Re wined, dined, and hobnobbed with the best of them, and when re graduated it was remarked on as a darn shame that that talented young novan would so soon be leaving them. Most merit students with Mercator’s sort of background went into provincial administration, so much so that if one did not look closely one tended to assume there was a rule to that regard; Mercator, however, liked ria cushy city lifestyle and made rinself an exception.

Through a combination of connections and genuine aptitude, re embedded rinself in the Department of Civilizational Management, rising quickly through the ranks. By ria forty-fifth birthday re was its Regional Vice Director, an appointed post not vulnerable to change-over in what anemic elections Helena held. This, combined with ria natural aptitude for networking, put rin in a position where re heard everything, and re began to fancy rinself a kingmaker. Re was a reserved restrictive elitist by temperament, like most of ria Department, and when in the elections of 2632 the students and faculty of Helena University elected yet another slate of mostly liberal generalists to the local Scientarchy, and the Lunar-appointed governor seemed inclined to go along with this nonsense, re was incensed.

By 2634 re had come to a simmer, and it is believed to be in this year, when the Anahita won an initial toehold in the Helenan Academy, that its Lunar counterpart made contact with him. It was all indirect, of course, but Mercator was given to understand that if re were to “do something about” the situation, re would have the immediate allyship of the Moon and its resources. Re thought about it, and, although re perhaps never intended to act on them, re started laying down plans.

Three years later, the Anahita and the Zeitgeist won a plurality of seats on a platform of widening suffrage to everyone with a bachelor’s degree and an investment in terraforming. Mercator lost ria temper quite badly, and three days later re and a cadre of fellow magisters evicted the Academy from the city and declared themselves the legitimate government.

If you haven’t guessed from the surname, Mercator was a novan from a recent line—ria father was the firstborn of the second generation of the Mercatores—and ria coup made rin the first novan mayor of a dome-city. The Planetary Anahita were rather bitter about this, as they had wanted one of their own revolutionaries to end up wearing the earpiece and bullet plate.

Re was then dictator of Helena Dome and environs for the next eighteen years, in which time re was the Academy’s most loyal (and most lavishly treated) means of action in northwest Terranova, although re was known to bite the hand that fed rin if re thought the food were poor. Re had the force to—ria coup had inspired copycats, who, when they didn’t form independent fiefdoms safe in the arms of the local Discipline Alliance, answered more to rin as the interpreter of the Moon’s will than the Moon itself.

This is not to say that re wasn’t an upstanding member of the Disciplinary Alliance of Little Europe and the Bay whenever it came time for the Academy to bring rin back to heel, of course. In Mercator’s priorities, “dictator” came first and “Lunar loyalist” came maybe fifth.

It is also not to say that the Moon was the unambiguously dominant partner in the relationship; on the contrary, on the several trips the Princeps President made up there, re found rinself in a position to issue orders to just about anyone short of the Academy themselves. Re generally had the most guns on or in service to ria person of anyone a given Lunar had ever met, and re was physically imposing, standing six foot eight, the which two facts could not have hurt; but more importantly, re was just about the only true ally they had on the Planet toward the end.

In short, re was the sort of duke kings are scared of.

Re will be with us for a while, so now let us turn our focus to the Moon for the accession to power of the Spider Triumvirate, alternately called the Red-Brick Ruffians, in 2652. Their names don’t matter for this fast recounting—and an addendum will be going up shortly with a more in-depth look at them—and they had been exiled from every salon, but they aligned politically with the Princeps President and ria goals, and it was largely by ria influence (re being on the Moon for other reasons around election time and making veiled threats to the right people) that they were “elected” to the Primary Board of the Academy and quickly secured full power for themselves as an emergency executive committee.

The Spider Triumvirate saw the skyrocketing Lunar population and the almost total loss of control over the Planet and concluded that the only thing to be done was to withdraw inward. Over their three decades in power, they almost entirely handed Planetary affairs over to a network of loyal agents there, maintaining only a cultural role as first among equals for the Moon.

To decrease their dependence on the Planet they encouraged the development of permanent mining operations in the Belt, incidentally giving that world its first stable population. To this end they revived the old notion of the corporation and created opportunities for vesselbuilders* and -owners to make a tidy profit designing and operating large, rapidly-spinning, barrel-shaped spacecraft, taking advantage of the same mechanics as the Grand Voyager that had brought everyone to Scientia in the first place.

* “Vessel,” which became popular after a dispute about what should be termed a “spaceship” versus a “spacecraft” versus a “voyager” for legal purposes collapsed in on itself shortly before Settlement, is the generic name for a spacegoing vessel, as “ship” is for their seagoing counterparts.

On the Moon they centralized power in themselves, suspended the elections, created a department of censorship (unprecedented in Scientia, at least officially, and utterly scandalous), and brought the judiciary completely under Academy control. This met with resistance, which was met with crackdowns which exiled many of the arrested to Princeps President Mercator’s territories on the Planet. (The Princeps President, not being an idiot, then shunted them off elsewhere, preferably as far away as possible. For the most part, this ended up being Second Crossroads, in the middle of the southeastern plains and semi-desert, and inadvertently changed the city’s demographics so much that it made itself into a spaceport rather than simply a waystation on two land-based shipping routes.)

The Moon was about evenly divided on whether the Triumvirate were a good thing or a bad, but the vast majority of Terranovans believed the Red-Brick Ruffians (the which name a Terranovan pundit coined, after misunderstanding the complicated Lunar salon system) were abhorrent, unscientific dictators. The remaining twenty-five percent thought that whyever the Moon had taken its hands off them, the change was good and they should keep it up. That was the Discipline Alliances’ raison d’être, after all—keeping the Moon out of Terranova’s business.

Princeps President Mercator was finally assassinated by revolutionary Anahita in 2655, after eighteen years a-reigning. Re was the first true Terranovan dictator, and re would be the last until the War Era. After ria death, the territory re had controlled—the protrusion into the bay between the Headland and the body of the Continent, and large parts of the below-Headland northwest—collapsed into anarchy. The protrusion, called Little Europe for its shape, settled into a constellation of tiny city-states, each just weaponized enough to deter its neighbors from conquering it; the portion of the northwest that was south of the Headland held together under a succession of renewed scientarchies (imposed by its southern neighbors) until the outbreak of the War Era just under a century later, at which point it splintered into the kaleidoscope of small countries collectively called the Metropolitan Northwest.

With Mercator dead and the Discipline Alliances in full swing, the Academy had lost just about the last of its influence over Terranova; but the Moon as a concept had not. As I said above, the Moon was a first among equals culturally; it was far and away the oldest civilization, the fountainhead from which everything else derived, and as such it maintained a hold on the collective psyches of both the Planet and the nascent Belt. Cultural developments on the Moon—music, literature, accents, some public figures, basically everything short of official politics—tended to be copied on Terranova, as clearly the most advanced, most scientific way of doing things.

Less important, but something which should give you an idea of how the Moon was seen, is the fact that it was still the seat of most of the ancient religions—such that had seats, anyway, as many were either originally decentralized or had become so because of the extremely defanged varieties of religion that tended to make it to Scientia. (There is an addendum on this forthcoming.) Of those which did vest control of themselves in one body, Catholicism in particular both kept its pope on the Moon and hauled its Terranovan cardinals up, at great expense, for papal conclaves. Sunni Islam, though not reliant on one leading figure in the same way, tended to subconsciously give primacy to Lunar muftis over Terranovans, and that pattern repeated itself for Protestant Christianity and most other types of religious jurisprudence.

I have no transition for this, and for that I apologize, but we must bid a slow adieu to the Triumvirate. Their reign was thirty stable years long, and as can be expected from that, they went out not with a bang nor with a whimper, but with a handpicked table of successors to continue their work and their rule, while they themselves sat back, cooled their heels, and watched the sunset from top-level Prime Dome apartments. They had inaugurated, and would be succeeded by, one of those few political systems which leave behind quite literally eternal ramifications.

And now, absolutely bloody finally: the Third Academy.

Next: ...guess.

[alicejenkins1]

Island Peak Climbing: An Accessible Himalayan Adventure

Island Peak, locally known as Imja Tse, is one of the most popular trekking peaks in Nepal, standing at 6,189 meters above sea level. It is situated in the heart of the Everest region, surrounded by some of the world’s highest mountains, including Lhotse, Nuptse, and Ama Dablam. Due to its relatively non-technical route and rewarding summit views, it attracts both seasoned climbers and adventure enthusiasts alike. One of the most frequently asked questions about this expedition is, “Can a beginner climb the Island Peak?” The answer is yes—while it does require preparation and basic mountaineering skills, beginners with good fitness and the right guidance can absolutely take on this challenge.

A Perfect Introduction to Mountaineering

Island Peak is considered a trekking peak, which means that it doesn’t require highly technical climbing, but it still offers a true mountaineering experience. It involves trekking through the famous Everest region, staying in traditional Sherpa villages, and eventually using crampons, ropes, and ice axes for the final ascent. For many, this climb serves as a stepping stone to higher and more demanding Himalayan summits.

The mountain gets its name because, from the nearby village of Dingboche, it appears like an island standing alone in a sea of ice. Although relatively moderate by Himalayan standards, Island Peak provides a thrilling experience and a great sense of achievement for those who reach the summit.

The Trek to Base Camp

The journey begins with a scenic flight to Lukla, followed by several days of trekking through lush valleys, pine forests, and alpine landscapes. Trekkers pass through key locations such as Namche Bazaar, the bustling Sherpa capital, and Dingboche, a beautiful high-altitude village. The route continues to Chhukung, from where climbers prepare for the final stretch to Island Peak Base Camp.

Along the way, trekkers experience rich Sherpa culture, visit ancient monasteries, and enjoy stunning views of Himalayan giants. This part of the trek is essential for acclimatization and allows the body to adjust to the increasing altitude, reducing the risk of altitude sickness.

The Climbing Experience

The climb typically starts at dawn from High Camp or Base Camp, depending on the itinerary. The initial section involves a rocky trail, followed by glacier walking and a steep ice wall near the summit ridge. Fixed ropes are set up by guides to assist climbers during the final push.

While not extremely technical, the climb does demand stamina, the ability to use basic mountaineering equipment, and comfort with heights and cold weather. Most guided expeditions include a day of training before the summit attempt to teach beginners how to use gear like harnesses, crampons, and ascenders.

Best Time to Climb Island Peak

The most suitable seasons for climbing Island Peak are spring (March to May) and autumn (September to November). These months offer stable weather, clearer skies, and more predictable conditions on the mountain. Winter climbs are possible but come with increased difficulty due to snow and cold temperatures, while the monsoon season brings rain and limited visibility.

Can a Beginner Climb the Island Peak?

Yes, a beginner can climb Island Peak, provided they come prepared. Prior trekking experience at high altitude, such as Everest Base Camp or the Annapurna Circuit, is helpful. Physical fitness, especially cardiovascular and leg strength, is essential. With the support of a trained guide and a reputable expedition company, many first-time climbers have successfully reached the summit and returned with lifelong memories.

Conclusion: A Climb to Remember

Island Peak Climbing is an ideal challenge for those looking to step beyond trekking and into the world of mountaineering. It combines the natural beauty of the Everest region with the excitement of a Himalayan summit. For adventurous beginners willing to train and prepare, this peak offers an unforgettable introduction to climbing in Nepal. With every step, climbers not only get closer to the summit—but to a deeper appreciation of the Himalayas and their own strength.

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Limb Lengthening Surgery in India: A Comprehensive Guide

Limb lengthening surgery is a groundbreaking procedure that allows individuals to increase their height through advanced orthopedic techniques. In recent years, India has emerged as a leading destination for limb lengthening in India, attracting patients from across the globe. This guide provides a detailed overview of the procedure, benefits, risks, and the cost of limb lengthening surgery in India.

What is Limb Lengthening Surgery?

Limb lengthening surgery, also known as bone lengthening surgery in India, is a surgical procedure designed to increase bone length in the legs or arms. It is commonly performed for medical conditions such as congenital limb discrepancies and for cosmetic height enhancement.

The procedure involves breaking the bone (osteotomy) and gradually stretching it using an external or internal fixation device. Over time, new bone tissue forms, allowing the patient to gain additional height.

Why Choose India for Limb Lengthening Surgery?

India is home to some of the world’s most skilled orthopedic surgeons, making it a preferred destination for leg lengthening in India. Here are some key reasons why patients choose India:

Advanced Medical Facilities: Equipped with state-of-the-art technology and internationally accredited hospitals.

Experienced Surgeons: Highly qualified limb lengthening doctors in India specializing in orthopedic and reconstructive surgery.

Affordable Costs: The height increase surgery cost in India is significantly lower compared to Western countries, without compromising quality.

Comprehensive Rehabilitation: Dedicated physiotherapy and post-surgical care for faster recovery.

Procedure and Recovery

The cosmetic limb lengthening surgery in India follows a structured process:

Pre-Surgical Consultation: The patient undergoes a thorough evaluation to determine their suitability for the procedure.

Surgery: The bone is carefully cut, and an external or internal fixator is applied.

Distraction Phase: The bone is slowly stretched at a rate of 1mm per day, allowing new bone growth.

Consolidation Phase: The newly formed bone hardens, ensuring a strong and stable structure.

Rehabilitation: Physiotherapy plays a crucial role in regaining muscle strength and mobility.

Cost of Limb Lengthening Surgery in India

The limb lengthening surgery cost in India varies based on the type of procedure, hospital, and surgeon’s expertise. On average, the cost ranges between $12,000 and $30,000, making India an affordable choice for international patients. You can check the detailed breakdown of height increase surgery cost in India.

Best Limb Lengthening Doctors in India

Finding the right limb lengthening doctor in India is crucial for a successful procedure. India boasts some of the best orthopedic specialists with years of experience in performing leg lengthening in India. When choosing a surgeon, consider their expertise, patient testimonials, and success rates.

Risks and Considerations

While limb lengthening surgery in India is generally safe, it carries potential risks such as:

Infection

Nerve damage

Muscle stiffness

Prolonged recovery time

Proper post-surgical care and following the doctor's instructions can significantly minimize these risks.

Conclusion

If you are considering limb lengthening in India, it is essential to research thoroughly and consult with a reputable orthopedic specialist. With affordable costs, advanced technology, and skilled surgeons, India remains a top choice for bone lengthening surgery in India. To learn more about the procedure, visit Limb Lengthening Surgery in India.

FAQs

Q: How much height can I gain with limb lengthening surgery? A: On average, patients can gain 5-8 cm per surgery, with some achieving up to 12 cm in staged procedures.

Q: How long does the recovery take? A: The full recovery process can take between 6-12 months, depending on the patient’s healing rate.

Q: Is the procedure painful? A: Patients may experience discomfort, but pain is managed through medication and therapy.

Q: Can I walk during recovery? A: Patients can typically start walking with assistive devices after a few weeks.

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Boost Your Height Naturally with Ayurvedic Height Growth Capsules

Many people want to grow taller and improve their confidence. While genetics play a big role in height, the right nutrition, exercise, and lifestyle can help. Ayurveda offers natural solutions to support height growth. Ayurvedic height growth capsules are made from herbs that help the body grow in a natural way. Let’s explore how these capsules can help you boost your height safely.

What Are Ayurvedic Height Growth Capsules?

Ayurvedic height growth capsules are natural supplements made from powerful herbs. These herbs support bone growth, improve digestion, and boost overall health. Unlike chemical-based medicines, these capsules do not cause harmful side effects.

These capsules work by improving the body's natural growth process. They help strengthen bones, improve posture, and boost the production of growth hormones. Many people have found these capsules helpful in their height growth journey.

How Do Ayurvedic Height Growth Capsules Work?

Ayurvedic height growth capsules work in different ways to help increase height:

Boost Growth Hormones: These capsules help the body produce more growth hormones naturally.

Improve Bone Strength: Stronger bones help in height growth and better posture.

Enhance Digestion: Good digestion helps absorb nutrients that are essential for growth.

Increase Calcium Absorption: These capsules help the body use calcium effectively for bone growth.

Improve Sleep Quality: Growth hormones are released during deep sleep, and these capsules help improve sleep.

Best Ayurvedic Ingredients for Height Growth

Ayurvedic height growth capsules contain a mix of powerful herbs. Some of the best ingredients include:

Ashwagandha: Helps boost growth hormones and improves bone health.

Shatavari: Supports overall growth and improves digestion.

Guggul: Helps in bone strength and boosts metabolism.

Guduchi: Improves immunity and supports healthy bones.

Bala: Increases bone density and strength.

These herbs work together to support height growth naturally and safely.

How to Use Ayurvedic Height Growth Capsules?

To get the best results from height growth capsules, follow these simple steps:

Take the capsules daily: Follow the dosage instructions given on the package.

Eat a healthy diet: Include foods rich in calcium, protein, and vitamins.

Exercise regularly: Stretching exercises and yoga can help increase height.

Get enough sleep: The body grows during deep sleep, so sleep for at least 7-8 hours.

Stay hydrated: Drink plenty of water to keep the body healthy.

Best Exercises to Support Height Growth

Along with taking Ayurvedic height growth capsules, regular exercise is important. Here are some effective exercises:

Stretching: Improves flexibility and helps lengthen the spine.

Hanging: Hanging from a bar helps stretch the spine.

Yoga: Poses like Tadasana (Mountain Pose) and Bhujangasana (Cobra Pose) help in height growth.

Skipping: Jumping and skipping increase bone strength and improve posture.

Cycling: Helps in muscle development and posture correction.

Are Ayurvedic Height Growth Capsules Safe?

Yes, Ayurvedic height growth capsules are safe to use. They are made from natural herbs and do not contain harmful chemicals. However, it is important to buy them from a trusted brand to ensure quality and effectiveness.

Who Can Use Ayurvedic Height Growth Capsules?

These capsules are suitable for:

Teenagers looking to support their natural growth.

Adults who want to improve their posture and bone strength.

Anyone who wants to use a natural and safe method for height growth.

How Long Does It Take to See Results?

The time needed to see results varies from person to person. Some people notice improvements within a few months, while others may take longer. Regular use, along with a healthy lifestyle, will give the best results.

Final Thoughts

Ayurvedic height growth capsules provide a natural way to support height increase. They help boost growth hormones, strengthen bones, and improve overall health. Along with a healthy diet and regular exercise, these capsules can help you achieve your height goals. If you are looking for a safe and effective way to grow taller, Ayurvedic height growth capsules are a great option.

Try adding these capsules to your daily routine and take a step towards a healthier and taller you!