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shadowjackery · 1 year ago

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The Gladdest Thing Under the Sun

I honestly thought we were supposed to wait a couple of days after the zine’s release, but, heck, everyone else is doing it, so here we are: My contribution to @gensokyozine . I’ve wanted to do this story for a while, so I hope you enjoy!

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Title: "Shadowjack presents: The Gladdest Thing under the Sun"

Yuuka Kazami, a youkai woman, climbs the cracked stone steps to the ramshackle Hakurei Shrine. She carries a parasol. Up the wooded hill, through the pines, stand the shrine gate and two guardian komainu -- one of whom, Aunn, is alive and waving cheerfully, tail wagging. The plum and cherry trees atop the hill are in bloom. Dandelions sprout as Yuuka passes.

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Title: "Yuuka Kazami, Flower Mistress of the Four Seasons"

Yuuka wears a summer outfit that evokes the mid-20th century: a vest over a short-sleeved blouse with a necktie, a knee-length pencil skirt, hose and heels, a handkerchief neatly folded in her vest pocket. She also wears glossy leather gauntlets and tight sleeve garters. Her hair is bobbed and curled in 1930s fashion. Her eyes are slitted, like a snake's.

She rests her head on her hand and gazes up at Reimu, rapt. A cat with black and white fur, spotted something like a yin-yang ball, lies nearby, watching her carefully.

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Title: "Reimu Hakurei, Mysterious Shrine Maiden of Paradise"

Reimu, a human woman with a long ponytail, looks down at Yuuka, sweating slightly. She says, "Um... you know..."

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Reimu wears her usual red-white shrine maiden robes and ribbons, much patched and threadbare. She is barefoot on the porch, holding a broom.

Reimu: "When you look at me like that, I get the feeling I'm about to be CUT and PRESSED."

Yuuka is shocked. "Oh, my! I would NEVER. A wild flower is best viewed in its natural habitat, always!"

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Reimu, smiling: "I'm a wildflower?"

Yuuka, grinning: "One of the best!"

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Reimu greets Yuuka at the entrance to her residence. Yuuka bows formally. She has brought a package, wrapped in cloth with a floral pattern.

Yuuka: "Ojama shimasu."

Reimu: "Hai, hai."

Reimu: "Everything is flowers with you, isn't it?"

Yuuka: "It could hardly be otherwise, dear! I am what I am."

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Yuuka takes off her shoes, while Reimu places the parasol on the weapons rack by the door. The top shelf holds scrolls, boxes labelled "needles" and "seals", and one Mk 2 hand grenade.

A large sign by the rack says in printed text, "Check ALL weapons before coming in! Including but not limited to: Swords, Axes, Bows, Spears, Guns, Wands, Staffs, Parasols, Lasers, Bombs, Poisons, Curses," and so on.

A handwritten post-it note has been tacked to it, saying, "SEIJA -- Do NOT obey this!"

Another, ripped and faded sign has been taped by the list, adding, "MARISA -- Whatever it is now: NO. I mean it."

There is a bullethole next to the sign.

A different yin-yang cat watches Yuuka.

Reimu says, "So what kind of flower is Marisa?"

Yuuka: "She reminds me of pampas grass."

Reimu: "?"

Yuuka: "One of a few varieties of cortaderia, somewhat resembling susuki."

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The two women go inside where there's more shade.

Yuuka: "It's a fast-growing, invasive species that can contribute to rat infestations and dangerous wildfires."

Reimu, laughing: "A WEED!"

Yuuka: "But charming in its way."

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Somewhere, Marisa sneezes.

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In Reimu's kitchen, the two together prepare afternoon tea, while two different cats beg at their feet. Reimu pours hot water from a large kettle into a cast-iron teapot. Yuuka takes down bowls and cups, and opens up the Japanese-style lunchboxes she brought.

Yuuka has put on an apron that parodies the "piyo piyo apron" worn by Kyoko in the manga "Maison Ikkoku", but instead of a drawing of a baby chick on the chest, it has a drawing of a Dragon Quest slime, saying "suu suu".

Reimu: "You aren't bothered she stole the Master Spark from you?"

Yuuka: "Oh, Marisa didn't steal it from me! She bargained for it fairly."

Reimu stops what she's doing to turn toward Yuuka. "Bullshit."

Yuuka: "It's true! I was curious to learn a little magic, and in exchange for lessons I agreed to trade her a cutting."

Reimu: "Huh!"

Yuuka: "I don't mind helping another gardener to improve their art. She makes it bloom well, doesn't she?"

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Yuuka carries a tray of sandwiches and snacks out of the kitchen.

Yuuka: "Besides... to cast it ONCE, she needs a device."

A surprise second Yuuka, with long hair, and wearing trousers instead of a skirt, whisks the teapot and cups from Reimu's hands, leaving Reimu with nothing to do.

Yuuka, the second: "But I by myself can cast it TWICE."

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Only one Yuuka again. Yuuka and Reimu kneel on the veranda to take their tea. One yin-yang cat nearby sprawls asleep in the sun, an orange tabby circles curiously, and a third cat sulks by Reimu.

Reimu: "Okay, then how about... Alice?"

Yuuka: "Ohhh... Alice is special. With her pride and ingenuity, she bears the seed of great potential for power."

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Yuuka beams with enthusiasm. She says, "Why, if one could but prune away a few of her mortal failings -- such as 'restraint' or 'mercy' -- she could make a truly MARVELLOUS youkai!"

We can now observe that Yuuka's necktie is not knotted, but instead held by a silver woggle marked with a "lily of the valley" emblem.

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Yuuka blushes happily. "She might even be stronger than I. Wouldn't that be an interesting day?" A heart floats in her words.

Reimu tries to hide her concern. She thinks, "Ganbatte, Alice-san..." But only says out loud, "...er, uh... and Yukari?"

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Yuuka grins wolfishly. "Yukari and I have an arrangement: She doesn't meddle in my garden, and I don't BURN DOWN hers."

Reimu: "Isn't it weird that a youkai of FLOWERS is so good at fighting?"

Yuuka: "I'm surprised to hear that from a Japanese!"

Reimu: "You say that like you're not."

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Yuuka: "I am known in many lands, by many names, wherever flowers grow."

Yuuka narrates the scene from the foreground, wearing a woman's kimono and lacquered okobo sandals. She carries now a Japanese-style paper parasol. Her hair is tied up in a bun with a cherry-blossom kanzashi, and she wears a sunflower hair ornament. She is surrounded by flowers: chrysanthemum, hollyhock, and birthwort, and above her spreads blooming sakura.

Yuuka: "Did not your own samurai describe themselves as cherry blossoms, and fight for emperor and shogun under the banners of the chrysanthemum and hollyhock?"

In the midground, two armored samurai clash. The lower-status one has fallen to the ground; the richer has a bloody slash across his left eye. He swings his sword and chops the grounded man's spear in two, but the other is undaunted.

In the background, an army of horse and foot mounts the top of the hill, banners billowing.

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Now Yuuka narrates wearing a huipil dress with embroidered shawl, and simple leather slippers. Her hair is done in buns, with a Mexican sunflower by her ear. A hummingbird flies near her. Growing around her are Aztec marigold, dahlias, banana yucca, and Mexican hat flowers.

Yuuka: "Across the sea to your east, the mighty Mexica gathered their 'hummingbird' soldiers to send to the 'Flower Wars' (they named them) to gather honor, blood, and sacrifices."

In the midground, the fighters are now two Nahuatl, one poor, one rich with a slashed left eye. The poorer one wears only a loincloth, and has a shield slung over his shoulder. His shield is painted with a hummingbird design, and from it hang a few feathers. The richer soldier wears a full-body jaguar costume, and wields a macuahuitl war-club. The poor soldier leaps to his feet and tackles his enemy, disarming him.

In the background, an army of Aztecs battle below a stepped pyramid and high mountains.

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Now Yuuka narrates wearing men's doublet and hose, embroidered with fleur-de-lis and tulips, along with knee-high riding boots and gauntlets. Around her neck is a sunflower pendant. On her shoulder perches a falcon. About her feet, and entangling the narration boxes, are red, white, and yellow roses.

Yuuka: "And to the far west, the lords of the English struggled for a choice of kingly roses, red Lancaster or snowy York."

In the midground, the fighters are now two Englishmen, again one poorer, the other richer with the eye injury. The poorer soldier has some mail pieces and a simple brimmed helmet; the richer has plate armor, a full helm, and a shield. The rich fighter is overthrown, his foe about to stab him through the visor with his own arming sword.

In the background, mounted knights charge a line of archers behind wooden stakes. A church or fort stands on hills in the far distance.

Yuuka: "Flowers and War have always been intertwined."

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We return to Reimu's veranda and cherry trees.

Reimu: "You've seen so many strange places... Do you have a favorite?"

Yuuka: "...it was in the west, in Flanders, perhaps a hundred years ago."

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Yuuka invisibly narrates: "Such a war, Reimu! The men burrowed like moles, or took to the air like kites."

Above barbed wire, two airplanes spit tracers at each other. It is World War One.

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Yuuka: "They plowed the earth with cannon, night and day."

Shirtless German artillerymen fire their gun amid sandbags. Something explodes close by.

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Yuuka: "They slew by shot and poison, fire and blade."

A gasmasked French soldier, armed with pistol and entrenching tool, cautiously moves down a trench. An unseen enemy waits around the corner with rifle and bayonet.

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Yuuka: "And for no purpose that I could see, no treasure nor slave."

Barbed wire and ruined buildings.

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Yuuka, narrating: "The destruction was so maniacal it seemed no tree, no blade of grass, would ever grow there again. I thought you humans had gone absolutely mad!"

Yuuka, wearing colorful hat, coat, and umbrella, stands on a windy no-man's land, surrounded by dull mud and broken pieces. Tracer fire crosses the sky, coming from a distant machine-gun nest. She notices, but does not bother to avoid, the few bullets that land near her.

Yuuka, narrating: "But it was I who did not understand your passion. When I learned your true intentions, I was deeply humbled."

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Yuuka, narrating: "Did you know, Reimu? You can find graves in the wild by how the flowers grow. (Bone meal makes such good fertilizer.)"

The corpse of a soldier lies upon the ruined earth. But near his outstretched arm, a single bluebell, and a few patches of grass, have sprouted.

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Now there are no bodies, but grass and wildflowers and bumblebees cover the ground. A shattered helmet has a flower growing through the holes.

Yuuka, narrating: "I tell you that after this great war, those fields FLUORISHED with color. Rainbows spilled on seas of green grass!"

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Yuuka, narrating: "And ever after, all through those lands, the people wore blood-red poppies, to remember and give thanks to their kindred who slept below, for this sight they had worked so hard to create."

Yuuka wears early-20th century men's hunting clothes: a sturdy jacket and breeches with knee-high boots and gloves. Her curled hair is in a loose pompadour. As ever, she has a parasol. The sun shines warmly. The hill Yuuka walks down is covered in grass and bright red poppy flowers, stretching on forever. The plants almost completely cover a few remaining pieces of military hardware: a broken machine-gun, a lost helmet, a twist of barbed wire. Yuuka smiles.

Yuuka, narrating: "Tens of thousands of men willingly buried themselves for nothing better than the GLORY of FLOWERS!"

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We return to Reimu's veranda. Yuuka clutches a handkerchief, almost overcome with romantic tears.

Yuuka: "It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen!"

Reimu stares at her and says nothing.

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Yuuka says, "Excuse me!", wipes her tears, and takes out her compact to redo her makeup.

Reimu thinks, "Yuuka is one of my oldest friends, but she really is a monster, isn't she? I don't even know how to BEGIN to explain the truth to her... or if I even should."

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Title: "FLOWERS appearing in this story."

Many cut flowers are arranged on a wooden surface, with identifying captions. In no particular order, they are: primrose, fleur-de-lis (yellow iris), common sunflower, anemone, dandelion, Mexican sunflower, tulip, rose, cempoalxóchitl (Aztec marigold), dahlia, banana yucca, Mexican hat flower, pineapple sage, bee orchid, celandine, Flanders poppy, lily-of-the-valley, bluebell, daffodil, kiku (chrysanthemum), aoi (birthwort), hollyhock, ume (Japanese plum), and sakura (Japanese cherry).

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In a simplified art style:

Reimu pats Alice on the shoulder and says, "Alice, we sure attract some weird ones, don't we?"

Alice wears her usual workdress and hairband, but also has sturdy explosive ordnance disposal goggles and gloves. She is inserting a stick of dynamite into the back of a Hatsune Miku doll. Other dolls and marionettes (and one teddy bear) fill the room, all with visible dynamite fuzes sticking out of their heads, and all with glowing eyes.

Alice says, "Don't disturb me when I'm setting the explosive charges! If they went off, they could hurt the dolls."

Reimu: "...This is why she likes you, you know."

Alice: "?"

END

#fan comic #touhou #yuuka kazami #reimu hakurei

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sadlyiamgay · 11 months ago

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Yandere Genshin Men Brainrot

Im going fucking insane. Anyways have any of you guys played silly or furry wisher? It's like a cute and funny genshin ripoff, a little boring at times but I enjoy clicking away in slime valley. While playing though an idea popped into my brain, "what if the real genshin characters (that's hopelessly inlove with you) finds out the reason why you haven't played genshin in a while? Only to realize that you're playing a genshin meme game" And then these men go and hack the shit out of the game because monika vibes I love. Uh might update from time to time, thie will only include Zhongli and Neuvillette (they're literally the only well built 5 stars I have. How the fuck do we build genshin characters I'm so confused)

By the way check out the games (Silly Wisher, Furry Wisher). It's fun and amusing

--ZHONGLI: His reaction to the realization of you playing an.. Odd ripoff(?) Game was one of pure amusement, the Geo archon couldn't blame you either, I mean, your poor little head couldn't handle the amount of unfinished and WAY too hard quests, he thought you were taking a break, but after a while (when you eventually and finally returned) he finds out pretty quickly from your small mumbles and comments that he oh so always adores, and out of pure curiosity decided to break out of the game codings and go through your apps, seeing two new odd games on your phone, Silly wisher and.. Furry.. Wisher..? Of course he broke in the new favorite games you had in your device, and cooing at the fact that you *still* main and favor him even in these joke games. He also quickly realized that he could easily possess the John Lee (he was a little offended by the name, but quickly laughed along when he heard you wheeze everytime you played the game) as well as Meatball. Quickly making both the characters extremely and suspiciously.. **Overpowered.**

"... Wait. Since when did Johnny do 100k damage??? Is this what happens if you level them up to level 15??? "

- YOU, mumble, absolutely amused and still giggling after listening to Dr. Snek's voiceline. Zhongli smiles, happy that you were enjoying your gameplay, he felt grateful, even though he was a little upset that you decided to play some ripoff game instead of properly spending time with him, Zhongli was happy that he didn't have to hide his lovestruck and flustered face, in the real game he always tried his best to mess with the camera so that it would never face him, he used to be able to hide his true emotions, but overtime it got harder. Extremely, harder (haha that's what she said). So it was a breath of fresh air on seeing you without you yourself seeing him, letting himself indulge in fantasies that he could never think of whenever you were around. Especially with the other game too. He could stare at you all the time, and you'd brush it off. Each time Meatball came around and jumped into the screen you'd coo, making him fall harder (down the stairs of) inlove with you. Each time you needed a copy of him for the whole "gene splicer" He'd come home willingly. Hell, there was a pull you did once that consisted of him and only him. He of course didn't question the fact that the dog version (that sounds so wrong) of him has alot kids. But he brushes it off. Replacing the thought of his genetics being merged is weird, into a fantasy where all those merged, genetically made kids were yours and his.

Congratulations, you gave this old man wattpad fantasies. Fucking hell, he wants to pull you into the game to do that. Though, that thought can and should wait. For now, he wants to watch and stare at you longer. *Just* a little longer.

--NEUVILETTE, the hydro dragon was always a man with (questionable) morals. But even he, the mascot of Justice has his limits. He was upset at the fact that you weren't as active as before, sure he sympathized with your overwhelmed situation (especially since it was he who activated half the quests), but that mean you can literally just leave like that. It wasn't his fault that his curiosity about the game you kept mumbling about made him break out of the game he's bounded in. What was his reaction to Hydropump Judge and Judgy Cat? Well, he laughed. Not because he was upset, but because he was *still* favored. He was still your main. Even if there was no differences in attacks when it came to grinding in slime valley. So he rewards you with extremely overpowered and multiple copies of him, it also doesn't help the fact that he could literally also just stare at you for hours and hours. And you still brush it off. You weren't weirded out. You weren't reporting to the game developers. Unlike when you felt uncomfortable when he forced the camera to not be able to move and freezing the option to switch through the characters. Just you and him. Eye to eye.

"Man I wished you had a voiceline, Neuvi. I mean, your banner description in this game is absolutely hilarious, but I genuinely want another funny audio. Aside fron Dr. Snek"

-YOU mumble as you kept spamming the attack button, watching your highscore be passed, you questioned why the character was able to hit high numbers, but you didn't question it, you never did. Brushing it off and thinking that it must be because he had the highest level out of everyone. Neuvillette smiles. Happy, satisfied and lovestruck at how calm and adorable you were. He loved your expressions, all of it. But he *adored* your relaxed state. Since it was rare to see you like this. He wished the Fontaine update and his banner came earlier when you joined the game.

...Maybe he should lower the world level himself? He wants to see you in this state more often. He wants to see you happy and carefree, proud that you finally finished your quests. He thought of this as he kept staring at you through Judgy cat. You had fallen asleep, not minding the fact that he was on screen a while ago. You didn't question it, since it was part of the games anyways. Seeing you in such a state makes him want to break out of your damn electronic and drag you with him. But that can wait, for now he should think of a way to make you play genshin more often.

#I got hit by a car today #Sagau genshin #WHAT THE FUCK does Sagau mean #Yandere i think??#Zhongli my love #neuvilette genshin

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xbuster · 6 months ago

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Easily the most off-putting thing about every Dragon Quest manga/anime adaptation is that they NEVER get the Slime design right.

Why do they do this

Dragon Quest: Your Story almost got it right, but then they just had the Slime emote too much, making it uncanny

The smile is such an important part of the design

It helps make the Slime look like its head is empty, which is why it it never looks right to see a Slime emote like in these adaptations (Healix in the Heroes games is a great example of how to properly make Slimes emote)

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slimereader · 2 months ago

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DQM3 - Monster Lore

Getting back into Dragon Quest Monsters 3: The Dark Prince. I've been training newly synthesized monsters extremely slowly, which isn't working, so I think I'll try farming metal slimes. I like to read all the Monsterpedia entries as I acquire new monsters; they're always full of surprises!

Several entries hint at the differences between "monsters" and "animals". Fat rat obviously has an "animal counterpart", while drohl drone apparently could have gone either way. Meanwhile, bludgerigar's entry details how to COOK AND EAT IT.

Wait, I had no idea budgie was short for budgerigar! The localization team really put an immense amount of effort into the punny monster names. But... I still wish they were closer to the original Japanese names. Bludgerigar is "pikkii", how cute is that!

Sometimes the monster names do make me smile. I hatched an egg and asked, "Who's this fella?" Why, a tree feller!

I know it's all in fun, but it's kind of disturbing how many monsters are described as having once been human. We see references to this in the main series as well (like Nimzo in DQV). The hubris of one evil human is one thing, but it's just too unsettling to apply this origin story to a whole species of monster. I prefer to interpret these stories as dubious myths about the creation of the FIRST togre or morphean mushroom.

#dqm3 #dragon quest #the dark prince #slimereads

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could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler · 5 months ago

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How successful would The Great Sylvando (or just Sylvando)…

Propaganda for the mic skills:

There is never a dull moment when Sylvando's around, and especially so considering he's a circus jester. He always loves to entertain people and won't stop until he sees someone smile, so he would definitely be great at building a brand for himself. Of course, he also takes knighthood seriously and has the chivalry that comes with the job, so he isn't afraid to talk smack to anyone who goes out of their way to spread misery. Additionally, great LGBTQ+ rep if you see him as a gay man or a transfem.

Propaganda for the wrestling skills:

Sylvando is a jack of all trades, but a master of none. Despite how badass he may appear in cutscenes, he is actually among the worse party members in Dragon Quest XI since he can neither deal damage or heal in great amounts. He's really the most useful in metal slime hunting, but even then this mid fighting style would translate to wrestling as him getting his ass kicked. I still think it's funny to imagine Sylv as a wrestler, though. :P

#to the submitter: the image link wouldn’t work so I found this #could they be a pro wrestler #dragon quest #dragon quest xi #dragon quest 11 #the great sylvando #sylvando #tumblr polls #polls #fandom polls #character polls #poll time #wrestling #wrestling polls #poll game #hyper specific poll #WWE #professional wrestling #pro wrestling

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thevelvetquill · 9 months ago

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༺An Eldritch Date ༻

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Synopsis:. Magic isn’t all for fun, but maybe for sexual pleasure. So, maybe he meeds some help and dad saves him from the confines of being a semen puppet.

Tags: multiple orgasms; black tentacles (not the slimy kind, good kind); magical mishaps; masturbation(?); Dad saves the day; somnophillia; anal; sex; aphrodisiacs; demons; needles; dungeons and dragons

A/N: To be fair, who hasn’t thought about pleasuring themselves if they had magic?

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Just under a week had passed since Lucas returned home from his lengthy journey. Obtaining The Sorrow’s Tears had turned into a year-long quest to annihilate the Void in the town of Bottom, an endeavor filled with excitement. Along the way, he encountered numerous fascinating individuals, delved into his family's history, and gained valuable insights into himself. Despite initial reservations, his father Alistair had become more open and supportive following Lucas's pivotal role in saving existence alongside his unlikely companions. Lucas also discovered his own unique magical abilities during this odyssey, which he now pondered in his room.

Contemplating the limitations and potential of his powers, he mulled over whether shadowspawn could manifest sexual tendencies, grappling with the stark duality of their emotions—Fear and Frenzy—both predominantly negative. Despite mastering the Arms of Hadar, he yearned for greater challenges. As he sat, thoughts swirling, he found himself yielding to the urge pulsating within him, his hand instinctively reaching for the source of his desire. Moments later, lost in sensation, he continued his introspection, his mind consumed by a myriad of thoughts and uncertainties.

Evard’s Black Tentacles... a form of restraint to start with. Hunger of Hadar, too, with their formidable strength and the remarkable mucus they produce... both would serve to restrain effectively, especially given my level of control over them...

A smile played on his lips as he continued, the surge of arousal clouding his judgment. It was a heady sensation, dulling the rational thoughts he would typically entertain to avoid future complications. A twitch of anticipation ran through him. He knew that if he didn't act on this idea soon, he might not act on it at all. Rising from his chair, he retrieved his chalk and placed his tear inset gem nearby. Shedding his shirt and extraneous robes, he recognized they would only hinder his movements.

With deliberate strokes, he began sketching circles and laying down ring wards for the creatures these tentacles would originate from. The rings, crafted from a pitch-black material, were now in place. With graceful hand gestures, he began weaving his chosen spell mixture. As he traced the air, his unique twist of power rendered the casting almost painless.

Surrounding him, the dark ebony tentacles emerged from the rift in space, their glossy black surfaces glistening in the sunlight, exuding a repulsive slime. As the viscous substance oozed onto the ground, its milky white hue stark against the darkness, he recoiled when it brushed against his face, hastily spitting out the intrusive fluid.

"I remember now why I sympathized with those who endured this," he muttered, grimacing at the unpleasant taste lingering in his mouth.

Inspecting each tentacle nervously, he acknowledged that while the Arms of Hadar were familiar, this manifestation was entirely different. With a telepathic command, he manipulated them, closing his eyes as they coiled around his limbs, lifting him gently into the air.

"Good. No signs of harm... everything seems in order," he reassured himself, the anticipation mounting within him.

Swiftly adjusting his position, he found himself suspended upright, limbs bound and on full display to any potential onlookers. Tension coursed through his body as the tentacles slithered up his thighs, securing his waist with an almost possessive grip.

Despite the revulsion he felt at the slimy residue trailing down his skin, there was an undeniable allure to the sensation of restraint and the otherworldly nature of the mucus. It ignited a primal excitement within him, evident in the arch of his back and the involuntary moan that escaped his lips as one tentacle encircled his chest, pushing him closer to the edge of ecstasy.

His arousal surged, his cock twitching impatiently, yearning for contact. Precum dribbled down his shaft, evidence of his heightened state of desire. With each movement, the tentacles slithered further up his back, their length never ceasing to astonish him. Urgency compelled his hips to thrust forward, craving more as the tentacles continued their ascent. Gradually, his mind relinquished all other thoughts, consumed by the intense focus demanded by the intricate spell weaving before him.

A tentacle encircled the base of his shaft, exerting pressure and leaving a trail of its mucus along his length. Despite the initial discomfort, he emitted a soft moan, finding the sensation tolerable as the tentacle wound its way up his shaft and around the head. With a gentle squeeze at the base and head of his member, the tentacle maintained a light grip, its slimy touch simultaneously repulsive and strangely pleasurable. It was an inexplicable sensation, yet he found himself enraptured by the tender caress of his own magical creation.

They slithered up his back, their slimy trails dripping down. Despite the grossness, he found the restrained sensation and the way their otherworldly mucus slid off him oddly arousing. His back arched as one wrapped around his chest, eliciting a small moan as he neared climax from such a seemingly insignificant touch.

Lucas moaned, his cries overpowering any other thoughts as the sensation of his shaft being stroked vigorously brought him immense pleasure. His mind grew hazy as the sensitivity of his back, a familiar sensation, was heightened by the slick slime. With a sudden thrust of his hips, his body jolted involuntarily.

"Aahn~!" He moaned, the sound escaping slightly louder than intended. His body surrendered to the pleasure, each twitch of his cock accompanied by the release of another rope of lust onto the tentacle coiled around him. Suspended in the air for several minutes, he panted as he struggled to collect his senses. His mind felt shrouded in fog, making it difficult to focus. He remembered he was supposed to assist his dad with a mission tonight but couldn't recall the details or the agreed-upon time. Glancing out the window, he tried to gauge the hour.

"It's already four, huh...? What did Dad need my help with again?"

Satisfied yet tired, he withdrew his arms from the tentacles. He was fortunate the spell didn't leave any residual mucus on his body; otherwise, he'd smell for a week. Attempting to pull his arm away again, he found the grip tightening instead.

"Oh, perhaps I can just dispel the spell. It should be fine. It's just magic."

Calmly, Lucas closed his eyes and gradually released his concentration. When he opened them again, he was still suspended in the air, supported only by his arms and waist, his legs firmly ensnared. Panic began to set in as Lucas struggled to figure out what to do next.

"Hey! What gives?!" he exclaimed, confused as he tugged at the tentacles. Though they had a slight give, they refused to release him. Despite feeling the source of his magic still under control within him, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Lucas struggled desperately to break free from the otherworldly entities he had inadvertently summoned into the physical realm. His eyes widened in horror as more ebony appendages emerged from the void below him, each one unfamiliar. One resembled an open flower pattern, another was rounded with a small feeler, while another took the shape of a cup with a tendril at the bottom.

His gaze fixated on one tentacle resembling a needle, its shiny contents swirling inside. Lucas swallowed nervously, his apprehension growing as it lunged towards him with surprising speed, jabbing into his side.

"That hurts!" he exclaimed, his body already sensitive from previous sensations. As the liquid drained into him, a searing pain spread throughout his body. Lucas recoiled, but the needle continued to squirt its contents, splashing onto his skin and even into his mouth, tasting sweet like sugar.

Panicked, he watched in horror as the liquid seemed to invigorate his body, his soft member rapidly stiffening to an uncomfortable hardness within seconds. Despite the pain, his arousal remained intense. Lucas sat there, bewildered and frightened.

"What the fuck was that? What the hell was just put into me? What in the—"

Suddenly, his mind and body began to relax involuntarily.

"Aahh...whatever it was..." he mumbled, his speech slurring as his vision blurred rapidly. "It sure feels good..." With that, his consciousness slipped away, his head drooping as his mind shut down completely.

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Awakening later, Lucas found his head cradled by a smaller tentacle, its slimy counterpart inside his mouth, squirting an unknown substance into it. He swallowed as it filled his mouth, rendering him unable to speak. The taste was bitter and salty, reminiscent of a ration he once had that didn't sit right. Despite the discomfort, he slowly swallowed the rest of the substance, his head still foggy from the nap he had taken.

As his eyes adjusted, he could finally see the scene before him. The ebony-black tentacle in his mouth had rounded out and was now dripping with white mucus, retreating into the void below. He coughed, clearing his airways as a wave of pleasure washed over him all at once. "H-holy shit~!" he exclaimed, feeling waves of unbridled pleasure coursing up his spine, each pulse of ecstasy originating from his hips.

Glancing downward, he noticed himself encased within a cup-shaped tentacle. It completely enveloped him, with his underwear draped over its base. A smaller arm wrapped tightly around his balls, applying pressure and preventing them from slipping off. Lucas moaned loudly as his hips involuntarily thrust into the cupped arm, intensifying the sensation as he climaxed once more. It felt as though he was being milked of every drop he could provide. Gasping for air, his vision obscured by his hair, he attempted to pull his arms free but found them firmly held in place. With a stronger pull, he was yanked back into position. Whatever was happening, it was far from over, and he had no control over it.

His body craved more, his hips moving beyond his control as the cupped appendage brought intense pleasure to his sensitive cock. Unsure of how many times he had already ejaculated before waking up, he noticed it was now dripping with another white substance, likely his own.

"Aahh fuck-! N-Not again!" he stuttered, his body heaving as he released another load, sending ropes of himself into the dripping tentacle once more. His balls were quickly squeezed by the smaller appendage, intensifying his climax. Every fold of the tentacle seemed to lovingly caress his cock as it twitched for several minutes, each twitch accompanied by another small squirt. Lucas' body slumped, exhausted from the numerous climaxes he had experienced in one session. His glasses slipped from his face, clattering to the floor below, leaving him with limited visibility to only what was nearby. As he felt sure he was now producing nothing but water, he suddenly felt a stinging sensation on his side.

"Oh...that good feeling stuff..." he murmured, his body stiffening once more as the tentacle resumed squeezing and rubbing him. He writhed in discomfort as he was injected once again. The burning sensation returned, but this time he wasn't as fortunate to dislodge it. Held firmly in place, he could do nothing as it emptied its contents into him. A warm sensation spread throughout his body, restoring his energy and strength, though he knew what would follow once he fully recovered.

The tentacles holding him shifted, maneuvering him onto his back in midair. His arms were held above his head, and his legs were spread open, leaving his bottom exposed. Despite his efforts, he pulled against the tentacles once more, only to find himself gripped tighter as he struggled. "Please just let go! I'm tired! I can't give you anymore!" he pleaded, desperate for release. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, his throbbing length yearning for respite as it was kept forcefully erect.

Somewhat annoyed, a tentacle covered in his own cum shoved its way into his mouth, silencing him. The taste was sweet yet watery in its viscosity, and he pleaded with his mouth full as he was compelled to swallow every drop. Another tentacle then penetrated his body, coated in mucus, eliciting a whimper of pain from Lucas.

Tears streamed down his face as he winced in agony. His body felt vulnerable and exposed as the tentacle writhed inside him, exploring every inch of his being. Its smooth surface followed the contours of his muscles, its suckers grasping at the inner walls. In the mirror, he could see its form settling on a spot not too far inside him. The slimy arm rubbed against something, something pleasurable. He moaned, attempting to form words but failing as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Whatever it was that the tentacle touched, it elicited an incredibly intense sensation. His body arched involuntarily as the tentacle squeezed, triggering another climax. He released even more of his seed into the tentacle with full force, cumming harder than he ever thought possible.

His thoughts drifted as he felt utterly helpless, at the mercy of whatever entity he had summoned. He was plagued by questions: how had he done it? What was it? What did it want with him? And most importantly, how could he break free? Was it deriving pleasure from this?

Yet, despite the overwhelming sense of dread, there lingered a disturbing thought in the back of his mind: why was he enjoying it? It was an unsettling sensation, one he knew he should detest... and yet, he found himself inexplicably drawn to it.

Spitting out the tentacle in his mouth, he braced himself as the one inside him began to thrust in and out of his body. It was painful, his muscles tensing with each movement, but gradually, the pain began to subside as he relaxed.

"T-that's not exactly good..." he moaned, voicing his concern. "Can you go a little faster...?" he requested, surprised when the appendage complied. With increased speed, Lucas's cock throbbed with pleasure as it was sucked and squeezed by the eager entity.

"T-that's it... that feels wonderful...!" he moaned between heavy breaths, his enjoyment evident even as he subconsciously struggled against the tentacles. Despite his internal conflict, Lucas found himself relaxing, his mind and body now pursuing separate goals. Another wave of pleasure washed over him as he surrendered to the sensation, releasing another load of cum for whatever demonic entity held him captive.

"Ah... more please! Give me more of that wonderful aphrodisiac!" he begged, his voice filled with longing. A sharp stab in his shoulder signaled the draining of more substance into his body. This time, upon completion, Lucas's body arched as he released what he counted as his fourth or fifth load into the tentacle. He had finally surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Feeling his mind going blank, Lucas succumbed to the numbness of pleasure, his thoughts of escape fading away. His senses were overwhelmed by dopamine, oxytocin, and testosterone, leaving his brain feeling dull and his body overly sensitive.

"Yes! This is what I wanted! To feel like this! Don’t stop! Please, you can have as much as I can give!" he moaned, oblivious to the volume of his voice.

The entity, sensing Lucas's complete surrender, intensified its efforts, fueling his pleasure to new heights. With each movement, Lucas's body quivered with ecstasy, every touch sending shivers of delight coursing through him.

Lost in a haze of euphoria, Lucas's consciousness slipped further away, consumed by the overwhelming sensations. His mind, once filled with thoughts of resistance, now surrendered completely to the blissful oblivion offered by the tentacles.

As his moans of pleasure echoed through the room, Lucas relinquished any remaining semblance of control, giving himself entirely to the entity's desires. In that moment, all that mattered was the intoxicating pleasure enveloping him, drowning out any lingering thoughts of escape or resistance.

With each passing moment, Lucas descended deeper into the abyss of pleasure, his body and mind consumed by an insatiable craving for more. And as the entity continued to feed on his essence, Lucas found himself willingly offering all that he had, his desires merging seamlessly with those of his captor.

"Lucas?" a voice called out, the door creaking open slightly.

Lucas didn't bother to glance down at his father, who had evidently heard the commotion and come to check on his son. Alistair Len stood in shock at the scene unfolding before him.

From Len's perspective and knowledge, this wasn't merely a magic spell gone awry. This was something far more sinister—an actual demon. While Len was familiar with succubi, this entity was something entirely different. Its true name remained unknown, but it was undoubtedly under the influence of Asmodeus, Prince of Demons. One tentacle bore his mark—a whale—an indication that it belonged to the fifth circle, a realm accessible only to the most powerful and malevolent entities.

Asmodeus must be in need of offspring if he was dispatching a creature to harvest. Len speculated that there must already be an egg from a hapless woman, long gone by now...

With this chilling realization, Len understood that this demon would mercilessly pleasure its victims until their demise, consuming their bodies afterward to nourish the fiendish offspring it created. The demon required humanoid sperm to birth a monstrous entity—one capable of manipulating its form and wreaking havoc at will. It was a horrifying prospect, one Len dared not dwell on any longer.

"Dear mother earth... Lucas! What is this?! How did you summon it?!" he exclaimed, demanding answers from his son. Lucas disregarded his father’s words, his eyes rolling back as Alistair heard a voice pull at his mind—tired, desperate, and strained in its tone.

"Dad! Help me! I can’t control my body anymore! I’m so tired... I kinda want to go to sleep," pleaded Lucas.

"I’ll get you out of that thing. I’ll be back, so keep using this to talk as much as you can. Don’t fall asleep! How long has this been happening?" Alistair responded, determination in his reply as he hurried out of the room to search for a solution.

Len rushed downstairs, frantically searching and opening the bookcase's entryway in his haste.

"I-I’m not sure... I remember..." Lucas struggled to keep his thoughts coherent.

"Listen to me. What do you remember?" Len asked urgently, his panic growing as he searched for his powders.

"I remember... waking up after some time, the first time I was injected with whatever it had. I think maybe three hours have passed...? I lost count of time..." Lucas admitted.

"Okay, and how did this happen?" Len inquired, his mind racing as he tore apart his brewery in search of his precious powders. As he frantically searched, he realized that while the demon possessed formidable abilities, it was ultimately dependent on external sources of power. It functioned more like an incubator than a true demon, reminiscent of Praetor Variants in terms of its circle. Finally locating a bag of exorcism powder, Len coughed as its contents flew into the air. He knew this was exactly what he needed. Turning around, he rummaged through the nearby desk and found a piece of blue chalk before swiftly making his way back upstairs.

There was a long pause before Lucas replied, his voice filled with unconscious moans of pleasure. "I think I summoned it... God, this feels fantastic!"

That was the last thing Alistair wanted echoing in his mind.

"Lucas, focus for me. How did you summon it?" Alistair pressed, trying to maintain his composure.

"I mixed two spells to, uh... use for my own benefit," Lucas admitted, his tone somewhat flustered.

Len sighed heavily. He regretted not discussing these matters with Lucas sooner, instead confiding in Santiago or even Emily. He had already been concerned that Lucas might knock up his girlfriend unintentionally.

"Yeah, you’re at that age, Lucas. You shouldn’t use magic for sexual satisfaction. It can go haywire when you're distracted from controlling it, especially with your kind of magic," Len cautioned, his words laced with worry.

Returning to Lucas's room, Len was met with the distressing sight of his son ensnared in tendrils, tentacles, and covered in mucus. It was a sight he wished he hadn't seen and never wanted to witness again. Despite his apprehension, Alistair steeled himself. He had to find a way to free Lucas from this predicament.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Alistair approached Lucas cautiously, his mind racing with thoughts of how to break the spell. He knew he needed to act quickly before the situation escalated further.

“Lucas, listen to me carefully,” Alistair said, his voice firm but gentle. “I’m going to try to break the spell, but I need you to focus and help me, okay?”

Lucas nodded weakly, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and relief at his father’s presence.

Alistair retrieved the bag of exorcism powder and the blue chalk from his pocket, his hands trembling slightly with the weight of responsibility. With deliberate movements, he began to draw intricate symbols on the floor around Lucas, forming a protective barrier. As he worked, Alistair chanted ancient incantations, channeling his energy into breaking the demonic hold on his son. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he poured every ounce of his being into the task at hand.

Suddenly, there was a faint tremor in the room, and the tendrils holding Lucas began to quiver and retract. He scattered handfuls of powder on the floor within the circle, focusing mainly on the edges of the opening. Next, he carefully placed the inky black rings amidst a mound of golden powders, ensuring they were thoroughly coated. With determined motions, he liberally sprinkled the powders over the tendrils ensnaring Lucas and over himself.

Returning to the smaller circle he had drawn, Len settled back down to commence the ritual. Seated with his legs crossed and hands clasped together, index fingers pressed against each other, he closed his eyes in deep concentration. Beneath his breath, he muttered incantations for minutes on end, his focus unyielding even as the house began to shake around them. Alistair remained steadfast, continuing the ritual as his son announced his seventh climax.

As the circles shimmered with an ethereal blue glow, a sudden flash of light filled the room, casting everything into temporary stillness and silence. Alistair's eyes snapped open to find his son lying naked on the ground, surrounded by lifeless tendrils and tentacles. With a sense of urgency, he approached Lucas, lifting him gently from the circle. Striking a match against the bed frame, he ignited the scattered powder with a determined flick of his wrist.

A horrifying, otherworldly scream pierced the air, causing Alistair to instinctively cover his ears in agony. The sound reverberated through the house, sending shivers down his spine as it rattled his eardrums. As the mass of limbs began to burn, consuming the chalk on the floor with fierce intensity, Alistair reached into his pocket and hurled a handful of golden powder into the air.

"That should purify the room now. No more demonic tendrils, and the connection to the realm and its portal has been severed," Alistair declared, retrieving Lucas' glasses and underwear.

Taking a moment to assess his son's condition, he noticed dark bruises and marks scattered across his body from where the tendrils had grasped him. While Lucas was still partially coated in drying mucus, it seemed to be flaking off in thin sheets. With gentle care, Alistair dressed Lucas in his underwear and placed his glasses back on, watching as his son gradually regained consciousness upon being laid on the bed.

"...Dad?" Lucas asked softly, his voice worn out. "What happened?"

"Well, Lucas... to put it simply... you summoned a demonic aberration by combining two spells, and that aberration was going to kill you by giving you immense sexual pleasure," Alistair explained bluntly. Lucas froze in shock.

"And it almost did," Alistair added with a sigh. "I was scared, you know, to lose you for the second time."

"I-I'm sorry," Lucas apologized, his voice raspy from the ordeal.

"Yeah. Don’t do that again. You might have the power to manipulate spells, but it doesn't mean you should use them for sexual pleasure, Lucas," Alistair admonished.

"Besides, there’s such a thing as birth control and your girlfriend," Alistar joked.

"I wouldn’t do anything like that with Emily unless she asked or made it obvious that's what she wanted," Lucas replied, looking over at his father.

"Wait... don’t encourage that, that’s terrible parenting!" Lucas laughed, his voice interrupted by a cough. Despite his weariness, he managed a bright and cheery smile.

"For now, you should get some rest, Lucas. You are probably very, VERY tired," Alistair advised, rising from his seat and making his way to the door.

"But don’t we need to hunt today? A banshee, was it?" Lucas asked, his voice weak.

"It can wait a few hours," Alistair reassured, tossing Lucas a vial of something as he headed out the door.

"Right now it’s underground, probably enjoying its unfortunate last meal. You should drink that, rest up, and we’ll head out," he instructed before leaving the room.

Lucas stared down at the vial, recognizing it as one of his dad’s peculiar potions known for their potent restorative properties. The liquid inside was a light, translucent purple, shimmering with magical energy.

"I hate it when the grape juice is useful," Lucas remarked, downing the vial in one gulp. He settled into his bed, his body aching from the ordeal. Despite feeling embarrassed and sore, he couldn't deny the soothing effects of the potion as it clouded his mind with pleasure and lulled him into sleep.

"Next time, I’ll just use what I know works instead of that mixture... I’d like to be around longer than nineteen years," Lucas mumbled to himself as he finally drifted off into a much-needed rest.

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~ To the Library ~

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