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realhotgirlshitah · 29 days ago

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Hii, love your vlog!!!

So I was thinking about bimbo!reader giving hints to Ethan about how much she wants him, but him being clueless, because he doesn't think she can be into him. Until one day reader loss it and says something like 'can you stf an fuck me?!'

If you're not comfortable it's okay, no problem girl, just a brainrot ❤️❤️

Thanks for the request anon, I’m actually a slut so I had no problem writing this! Unfortunately I am also a lazy slut which is why it took me a week to release this, my bad!

Hints and misses 🎀💋

Warnings: Oral (fem and male receiving) facesitting, subby Ethan, missionary, riding, Ethan is a bit of a loser but he is also a MUNCH because I said so and my word is law.

You weren’t really the “studious” type, and everyone knew it. Sure, you just about passed your classes, but economics? Yeah, that wasn’t your thing. Honestly, you had no idea what was going on half the time. So when Chad suggested his nerdy roommate Ethan help you out, you jumped at the chance. Not because you were desperate to understand supply and demand curves, but because you had the biggest crush on Ethan. There was something about his awkwardness that you found absolutely irresistible.

It wasn’t just that he was smart—like, really smart—but he was the kind of guy who didn’t even realize how hot he was. Ethan Landry was a virgin in every sense of the word and had clearly never felt the touch of a woman and it turned you on beyond belief. The way he would stumble over his words, run his hands hurriedly through his curls when he was nervous, the way his cheeks flushed when you got too close to him… it was all too much. You had been flirting with him for months, making it blatantly obvious that you wanted him. But for some reason, he never seemed to get the hint no matter how hard you tried.

And trust me, you tried.

Hard.

For example, one night, the group was talking about “types” during a chill hangout. When Ethan made a self-deprecating joke about how “nerds aren’t usually anyone’s type,” you decided it was the perfect opportunity.

“I love nerds,” you declared, looking right at him, resting your hand on his arm for emphasis. “Like, so much. I mean, smart guys are, like, totally my thing.”

Ethan gave a shy smile. “Oh, that’s nice! Nerds are great, right? They’re super focused… like when they’re playing Dungeons & Dragons or calculating statistical probabilities.”

“Yes!” you said, inching closer. “I love a guy who’s, like, super focused… and intense… and maybe even obsessed, y’know?”

He grinned, eyes lighting up. “That’s awesome! You should totally play D&D with us sometime. It takes hours, but it’s so fun.”

You opened your mouth, ready to explain that the only dungeon you were interested in involved a certain bedroom vibe, but he was already lost in thought, excitedly talking about character stats.

Or that one time when you convinced Ethan to go for ice cream with you. You wore your shortest denim skirt and leaned in every chance you got, licking your ice cream cone with obvious intent.

“So, Ethan,” you said, licking the ice cream slowly and giving him a very suggestive look. “Do you like… really sweet things?”

He smiled, nodding enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah! I love sweets. Did you know the chemical structure of sugar is actually super interesting?”

You blinked, holding back a sigh. “Uh-huh… fascinating. But what if, like, someone sweet wanted to… share ice cream with you?” You held out your cone, winking.

Ethan just looked at you, confused. “But we have our own cones…?”

At this point, you just stared at him, open-mouthed, while Mindy fell off the bench laughing behind you.

“Oh fuck you, Mindy, go suck a dick or something,” you glared witheringly at your friend.

“I’m literally a lesbian but at this rate, I have a higher chance of sucking a dick than you have hooking up with Landry,” she snorted from the ground.

You were sick and tired of Ethan not catching your very blatant hints. You wanted that man and TRUST, you were going to have him.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror before he came over, adjusting your low-cut pink top, making sure it showed just enough cleavage. You tugged at the hem of your skirt, smirking at how short it was, and checked your lip gloss one last time. You weren’t here to actually learn anything tonight. You had a much better plan in mind.

When Ethan knocked on your door, you could already feel that familiar flutter of excitement in your stomach. You opened the door, beaming at him. “Hey, Ethan! Thanks sooo much for coming over to help me. I’ve been, like, totally lost in this class.”

He smiled nervously, awkward as ever, and adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. “Uh, yeah, no problem. Economics can be a bit tricky if you’re not used to it.”

You led him inside, swaying your hips a little more than usual, knowing full well he’d notice. His eyes flickered to your outfit for a split second before he quickly looked away, his face already turning pink.

“Let’s sit on the couch,” you suggested, sitting down with your legs crossed in a way that showed off just enough thigh. “I’ve got, like, all my notes, but I don’t really get it. You’re, like, sooo much smarter than me, Ethan.”

He sat beside you, setting his textbook on the coffee table, his fingers twitching nervously. “You’re not—uh, you’re smart. You just need someone to explain it differently.”

You blinked at him, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. He was cute when he tried to be nice. “You’re sweet. But seriously, I don’t get any of this stuff.”

Ethan opened his book, flipping to a page covered in graphs. He started talking about supply and demand curves, how prices shifted when supply or demand increased. You were trying to focus—you really were—but the way his voice rumbled softly as he explained things, the way his curls flopped over his eyes every now and then, made it impossible for you to concentrate on anything other than how hot he looked.

You leaned a little closer, pretending to look at the graph he was pointing to. “Mmm, yeah, sure. That makes sense, I guess,” you mumbled, not even paying attention to what he was saying anymore. Your eyes were glued to the way his lips moved when he talked, and you felt heat pool in your stomach. You bit your lip, completely distracted by the way his hands moved across the page, how his fingers flexed as he explained some concept you were completely ignoring.

Fuck he was such a loser, you needed him CARNALLY.

“And so, when the price of a good increases…” Ethan continued, completely oblivious to your internal meltdown.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had been dropping hints for months—months! And he still didn’t get it. He still thought you wanted his help with homework when all you really wanted was him. The frustration built up until you snapped.

“Ethan, can you shut the fuck up and just fuck me?”

The words left your mouth before you even realized it, and suddenly the room was dead silent. Ethan froze mid-sentence, his hand still hovering over the page, his eyes wide as he turned to look at you.

“Wait… what?” His voice cracked slightly, his face flushing bright red. He looked so bewildered, like he couldn’t believe what you’d just said.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer to you. “I said, shut the fuck up and fuck me, Ethan.” Your voice was firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding. “I don’t care about this stupid homework. I’ve been dropping hints for ages, and you’ve been completely clueless! I’ve been waiting for you to figure it out, but you’re, like, so dense.”

His eyes widened even more, if that was even possible. He stammered, “But—but why would you—I mean, you’re… you’re you, and I’m just…”

“Oh my god, stop,” you interrupted, shaking your head. “You’re smart, you’re hot, and I want you. I’ve wanted you for months. How have you not figured this out?”

Ethan looked like his brain had short-circuited. “You… you want me?”

“Yes! Duh!” You were getting impatient now. “Look at me, Ethan. I don’t dress like this because I care about economics. I dressed like this for you. I’ve been flirting with you, touching you, sitting as close to you as possible, and you just… never got it.”

He blinked rapidly, looking completely dumbfounded. “But… I thought… someone like you would never want… someone like me.”

You groaned in frustration. “Why the hell not? You’re cute! You’re smart! And you’re, like, sooo sexy when you talk about all this stuff. Do you know how hot you are when you start explaining things? It gets my pussy so wet all I wanna do is fuckin ruin you!”

Ethan’s face was a deep shade of red now, and he still looked like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “I… I had no idea.”

“Well, now you do,” you said, your voice softening as you grabbed his hand and placed it on your waist. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”

He stared at you, his hand trembling slightly as it rested against your waist. “I—I don’t know what to say. I mean… I’ve never…”

You smirked, leaning in until your lips were barely an inch from his. “You don’t have to say anything, Ethan. Just kiss me.”

For a second, it looked like he was still processing everything, but then, finally, he leaned in, his lips crashing against yours. The kiss was messy, nervous, but filled with all the pent-up tension that had been building between you for months. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, pressing your body against his.

Ethan’s hands were tentative at first, unsure of where to touch, but you guided them, placing them on your hips and encouraging him to explore. His touch was hesitant, but it sent shivers down your spine all the same. He pulled away from the kiss, breathless, his eyes wide with wonder.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he murmured, almost to himself.

You grinned, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, “Believe it, nerd. Now, stop thinking so much and just fuck me.”

“Can I- can you- please teach me how to make you feel good?” The way the question filled the empty room caught you off guard, you weren’t expecting your innocent friend to ask something like that! But the grin that spread across your face was practically sinister. You wanted this bad.

Before he knew it, Ethan was being dragged to your bedroom, still in complete and utter shock at how this was happening and how your clothes were already coming off.

You lay back against the pillows, watching as Ethan hovered between your legs, his breath shaky but his eyes filled with a nervous determination. He looked at you, clearly waiting for more instruction, his fingers trembling slightly as they rested on your thighs.

You smiled, your voice soft but teasing. “Don’t be so nervous, Ethan. Just do what feels natural.”

He swallowed hard, then nodded, leaning down until his mouth was just a breath away from you. His first kiss against your skin was gentle, almost tentative, but the sensation sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

Ethan paused, his breath warm against you, then he dove back in, his tongue tentatively exploring you. His movements were slow at first, unsure, but you could feel how eager he was, how desperate he was to make sure he got it right. His inexperience didn’t matter—what mattered was the intensity of his focus, how every little sound you made seemed to spur him on.

“Just like that,” you moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

The praise seemed to light a fire in him. You could feel him getting bolder, his tongue moving with more confidence as he began to lose himself in the moment. He was so eager, so focused on your pleasure that it made your head spin. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he licked and sucked at your core, his pace quickening.

Ethan’s breath was coming in quick, desperate pants between strokes of his tongue. You could hear him whimpering softly against you, his lips wet and swollen from the effort, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he only grew more frantic as you moaned and gasped above him.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure began to roll through your body. “Ethan… yes…”

His response was a low, needy moan that vibrated through you. His enthusiasm was overwhelming, his tongue moving faster, sloppier, as he became more desperate. He was whimpering between kisses, his grip on your thighs tightening, and you realized with a jolt that he was grinding against the bed, trying to relieve some of the tension building inside him.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” you gasped, your voice shaking as you felt the heat building inside you. “Keep going… don’t stop…”

Ethan let out another whimper, his tongue working you over with renewed intensity as you praised him. His hips rocked against the bed, his moans growing louder, more desperate. He was lost in it now—lost in your taste, in the feeling of your body responding to him, in the need to make you feel good.

“T-Thank you,” he mumbled against your skin, his words muffled by the wet sounds of his mouth on you. “You taste… so fucking good…”

You glanced down at him, breathless and dazed by the sight. His face was flushed, his lips glistening with your slick, and his eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. He looked completely wrecked, and it only made you want him more.

“Oh my god, Ethan,” you moaned, your fingers tightening in his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth. “You’re making me… oh fuck…”

He groaned in response, his movements growing even sloppier as he chased your pleasure with an almost frantic urgency. His whimpers were constant now, his entire body trembling as he worked himself against the bed, desperate for release. But even as he lost control, he never stopped focusing on you, on your pleasure.

You could feel the pressure building inside you, the heat coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of his tongue. Ethan’s hands were gripping your thighs so tightly that you were sure there would be bruises, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the way he was making you feel—the way his eagerness, his desperation, was pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh god, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered, your entire body trembling as you neared the brink. “Ethan, don’t stop…”

He didn’t stop. In fact, he only grew more frantic, his tongue working you over with a kind of raw desperation that made your head spin. He moaned against you, the sound vibrating through your body, and it was enough to send you spiraling over the edge.

You came with a loud cry, your body arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over you in waves. Ethan kept going, his tongue relentless as he worked you through your orgasm, his whimpers of pleasure blending with your moans.

But even as your body began to relax, as the pleasure ebbed, Ethan didn’t stop. He was still going, his tongue slower now but just as eager, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You could feel him trembling, hear his soft whimpers, and when you glanced down at him, you saw that his lips were swollen, glistening, his eyes half-closed with lust.

“Ethan!” you finally gasped, tugging gently on his curls to pull him away, your own body still trembling. “You need to stop…”

But he looked up at you, completely dazed, his lips covered with your slick, and there was a desperate need in his gaze. “No, please,” he whined, his voice thick with desire. “I want more… let me do it again. Sit on my face, please.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, completely dazed. He looked unrecognisable—his hair messy from your hands, face smeared with your juices and his eyes blown wide with lust. And yet, he was still begging for more, desperate to make you feel good again.

You smirked, your heart racing as you considered his request. “You want me to sit on your face, huh?”

Ethan nodded eagerly, his hands already reaching for your hips. “Please,” he whimpered again, his voice filled with need. “I want to make you feel good… let me do it again. I need it.”

The desperation in his voice was almost enough to send you over the edge again right then and there.

You could see the desperation in Ethan’s eyes as you teased him, and it only made you want him more. He lay back on the bed, breathless and dazed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, lips still glistening from his relentless efforts. His eyes tracked your every movement as you slowly climbed back over him, hovering above his face, watching the anticipation build in those wide brown eyes.

“God, you really can’t get enough, can you?” you murmured, your voice sultry and teasing as you dragged your fingers gently through his messy curls. He whimpered, his hips already jerking up into the air in a needy, helpless motion, like he couldn’t control himself anymore.

You relented, lowering yourself down until you were back on his face, and the second he felt you against his lips again, Ethan moaned like a man starved. His tongue immediately dove back in, more eager than before, licking and sucking with reckless abandon, as if he was addicted to the way you tasted. He groaned against you, his hands gripping your thighs tight enough to leave marks, pulling you down harder against his mouth.

You bit your lip, suppressing a moan as you started to rock your hips against him. The way he moved beneath you, the way he whimpered and moaned like he was getting drunk off your taste, was driving you wild. He was a mess, absolutely lost in you, and you loved every second of it.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” you breathed, your voice trembling as pleasure built inside you once again. “It’s like you were made for it… made to make me feel good.”

Ethan whimpered in response, his tongue pressing deeper, flicking wildly against your clit. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think straight anymore. All he could do was focus on you, on the taste of you on his tongue, the feel of your body rocking against his face.

You felt the shift in him as you began to pick up the pace, grinding harder against him. His hips jerked up into the air, desperate for any kind of relief. But he had nothing to grind against, nothing to alleviate the intense need that was building inside him. He was humping the air, whining and whimpering beneath you, his body trembling with the sheer force of his desire.

“Poor baby,” you cooed, your voice dripping with mock sympathy as you looked down at him, watching his face disappear between your thighs. “You had no idea, did you? How badly I wanted this… how badly I wanted you.”

He moaned again, his hands trembling as they gripped your thighs harder, trying to pull you down further onto his mouth. He was completely lost in you now, his tongue moving sloppily but enthusiastically as you rode his face. And the way he was so desperate, so utterly consumed by your pleasure, only made you want him more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this,” you continued, your voice breathy and filled with lust. “I’ve thought about you so many times, Ethan. Thought about how good it would feel to have you between my legs, thought about teaching you… showing you everything.”

Ethan whimpered beneath you, his hips jerking up even harder, humping the air like he couldn’t help himself. His tongue flicked faster, sloppier, as he devoured you, his whole body trembling with the force of his desperation.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you moaned, your pace picking up as you rode him faster, your fingers tugging on his curls. “God, I never thought I’d be into nerdy guys, but you—fuck, you drive me crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about you in class, about what it would be like to have you like this… to make you mine.”

Ethan’s response was another desperate, muffled moan, his lips swollen and slick as he licked and sucked at you with reckless abandon. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was humping the air helplessly, completely lost in his desire for you. His eyes fluttered shut as he moaned into you, his whimpers growing more frantic the faster you moved.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you for so long,” you continued, your voice trembling with lust. “Every time we hung out, every time you were so oblivious to how badly I wanted you, it drove me insane. I wanted to drag you into my room and just… fuck you until you couldn’t think straight, until you knew my body better than any of those fuckass econ graphs.”

Ethan’s hips bucked wildly beneath you at that, his whimpers turning into needy, broken sounds as his tongue worked you over with even more desperation. He was completely at your mercy, unable to do anything but whimper and moan as you used him for your own pleasure.

“And now, you’re here,” you gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair as you rocked harder against his face. “Now you’re mine… my good boy… making me feel so fucking good…”

Ethan let out a muffled cry beneath you, his whole body trembling as he sucked and licked with wild abandon, his desperation palpable. He was babbling incoherently, thanking you between gasps and whimpers, his voice barely audible against your skin.

You could feel the tension building inside you again, your body trembling as you rode his face faster, harder. The way he was so desperate, so eager to please you, was driving you wild. You could feel him practically worshipping you with every stroke of his tongue, every moan that spilled from his lips.

“You’re amazing,” you gasped, your voice breathy as you neared the edge once again. “So fucking amazing…”

Ethan’s response was another needy whimper, his tongue moving frantically as he tried to push you over the edge. His hips were still jerking up into the air, humping desperately as he sought any kind of release. But he didn’t stop—he couldn’t stop. He was completely consumed by his need to make you come, and the desperation in his movements only made your pleasure intensify.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, your head falling back as you felt yourself tipping over the edge. “I’m gonna come again, Ethan… don’t stop…”

He let out a desperate groan, his lips swollen and slick as he licked and sucked at you with everything he had, his hips still humping the air in helpless need. And with one final, frantic flick of his tongue, you came undone once again.

Your body shook as your orgasm ripped through you, your hips bucking wildly against his face as you cried out. But even as you came, even as you trembled and gasped, Ethan didn’t stop. He kept going, his tongue working you over with desperate, wild enthusiasm, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

By the time you came down from your high, your legs were shaking, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all. You glanced down at Ethan, your breath catching at the sight of him—his face was a mess, his lips swollen and slick, his eyes dazed and wide with lust. And yet, he was still going, still licking you like he was addicted to the taste of you.

“Fuck, Ethan,” you gasped, breathless and dazed as you looked down at him. “You’re a fucking mess…”

He moaned in response, his hips jerking wildly as he humped the air, his whimpers growing more frantic as he continued to devour you. He was completely lost in it now, utterly consumed by his need to please you.

“God, you really want it bad, don’t you?” you murmured, your voice teasing as you looked down at him. “You’re so desperate for me… and I love it.”

He whined again, his hands gripping your thighs as he tried to pull you down harder onto his face, his babbling incoherent as he thanked you again and again, practically worshipping you with his mouth.

As you pulled yourself away from Ethan’s face, he let out a desperate whine, his hands twitching as if he was already mourning the loss of your taste. His lips were even more swollen, and his eyes, still dazed with lust, blinked up at you, wide with need.

He opened his mouth to beg, but you silenced him before he could utter a word, sliding down his body with a smirk. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched you, wide-eyed and trembling beneath you as he realized what you were about to do.

“Now it’s my turn,” you whispered, your voice dripping with lust and amusement as you looked down at him, dragging your nails lightly over his heaving chest. “Let me show you how it feels…”

Ethan’s breath came out in a ragged gasp as your hands slid lower, his body jerking beneath your touch. When you finally reached him, you paused, your fingers lightly grazing his hardness through his boxers, and you couldn’t help the look of surprise that crossed your face.

He was big.

For a moment, you just stared, slightly taken aback, before a wicked grin spread across your lips. “Well, well,” you teased, slipping your hand beneath the fabric and wrapping your fingers around him. Ethan let out a sharp gasp, his entire body shuddering at your touch. “You’ve been hiding this the whole time, huh?”

Ethan’s response was a choked whimper, his hips bucking up into your hand as you slowly stroked him, your touch light and teasing. “Oh, fuck…” he groaned, his voice shaky and ragged as he trembled beneath you. “I—fuck, I didn’t…”

You cut him off, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his length, your lips brushing over the sensitive skin as he moaned loudly, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Jesus, this feels incredible,” he gasped, his head falling back against the pillows as you began to stroke him in earnest, your hand sliding up and down his length, feeling him throb under your touch. “Holy shit, that feels so good…”

You moaned around him, your own arousal spiking at the sound of his voice, at the way he was completely unraveling beneath you. You could feel him throbbing in your mouth, his length twitching as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder. His hips bucked up again, and you had to steady him with your hands, your fingers gripping his thighs as you began to bob your head, taking him deeper with every movement.

Ethan was losing it. His breath came out in ragged pants, his hips jerking up into your mouth as he swore under his breath, his voice shaky and desperate. “Oh my god… I… fuck, that’s so good, I can’t—fuck, I can’t…”

You smirked around him, your hands stroking the parts of him you couldn’t reach with your mouth, feeling him pulse under your touch. He was so responsive, so utterly lost in the pleasure, and it was driving you wild. You loved watching him fall apart, loved knowing that you were the one making him feel this way.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ethan moaned, his voice a mess of broken curses as his hips bucked up again, his body trembling beneath you. “I’ve never… I didn’t know… oh my god…”

You took him deeper, your tongue swirling around him as you moaned again, the vibrations making him shudder. He was babbling now, incoherent sounds spilling from his lips as he tried to hold himself together, but you could tell he was close—his breath was coming in ragged gasps, his body tense, his hips jerking up into your mouth with every movement.

“Please…” he gasped, his voice barely audible as he whimpered beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly it looked like he might tear them. “Please don’t stop, I need—fuck, I need you…”

You didn’t. You kept going, your pace quickening as you took him as deep as you could, your hands stroking him faster. His reactions were driving you wild—the way he was falling apart beneath you, the way he couldn’t stop swearing and moaning your name. His hips were out of control now, jerking up into your mouth with every bob of your head, and you could tell he was teetering on the edge.

“Oh fuck… I’m so close, I’m so fucking close…” Ethan’s voice was high and desperate, his whole body trembling as he gasped for breath, his hips bucking uncontrollably. “I’m gonna—”

You pulled back slightly, teasing him, licking slowly up his length as you watched him writhe beneath you. His eyes flew open, wide and glazed with lust, and he let out a loud, desperate whimper, his hips jerking up into the air in a futile attempt to chase your mouth.

“Please,” he begged, his voice shaky and desperate. “Please, I need you…”

You smiled wickedly, your hand still stroking him as you leaned down, your lips brushing over his tip as you whispered, “You’re so fucking hot when you’re falling apart like this.”

Ethan moaned loudly, his head falling back against the pillows as his hips bucked up again, his entire body trembling with the force of his need. He was so close, teetering on the edge, and you could see it in the way his chest heaved, the way his voice cracked with every moan.

“We have plenty of time for you to cum in my mouth Landry. But for now, the only place I want your cum is in my pussy,” you grinned wickedly as you crawled back up his body and grabbed his shaft to rub through your dripping folds. “You want this, baby?”

When all you received in response was a rushed nod, whimper and jerk of the hips, you tutted disapprovingly, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“Cmon pretty boy, I know you can do better than that. I haven’t even put your cock in my pussy yet, there’s no way you’re too fucked out to speak, use your words,”

“Please- I need to feel you around my cock, need you so so bad!” He whimpered in desperation, jerking his hips up to nudge against your entrance. The movement made you giggle before finally relenting, sinking down on his thick length in one go, prompting a string of curses to fall from both of your lips. You bit your lip and mewled at the full feeling that overtook your body, feeling full from finally having that sexy clueless nerd balls deep in you.

You could feel Ethan trembling beneath you as you began to move, his hands gripping your thighs with a hesitant touch. His nerves were obvious, the way his breath hitched in his throat, the way his body stiffened every time you sank down on him. He was trying so hard to hold it together, but you knew he was on the verge of losing control—and you were going to push him right over the edge.

You smirked as you started to rock your hips, your movements slow and teasing at first, just to watch him squirm. His eyes fluttered shut, and his mouth fell open with a shaky gasp as you took him in deeper. It was almost cute, the way he was trying to hold on, but you were far too impatient for that.

“Aw, look at you honey,” you cooed, your voice dripping with amusement as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. “Is this too much for you? Already falling apart and I’ve barely even started.”

Ethan let out a choked whimper, his hands gripping your hips tighter as his body trembled beneath you. “I-I’m sorry,” he gasped, his voice shaky and breathless. “I just—fuck, you feel so good, I don’t… I can’t…”

You laughed softly, your nails dragging down his chest as you rocked your hips a little harder, a little faster. “I know, baby,” you purred, your voice low and teasing. “I know it’s your first time, so I’ll take it easy on you… for now.”

He whimpered again, his hands trembling as they slid up your thighs, gripping you tightly as if he was trying to ground himself. But you weren’t about to let him off that easy.

“You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?” you murmured, your voice sultry and playful as you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. “All those nights you were too shy to even look at me, thinking you didn’t stand a chance. But now look at you—finally getting what you’ve been begging for, and you don’t even know how to handle it.”

Ethan let out a strangled moan, his hips jerking up into you as his whole body trembled beneath you. “I… I didn’t think…” He could barely get the words out, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “I didn’t think you’d ever want me like this…”

You grinned wickedly, your hands sliding up his chest as you moved faster, your hips grinding down against him. “Oh, baby, you have no idea,” you whispered, your voice dripping with lust as you started to ride him harder. “I’ve wanted you for so long… watching you get all flustered around me, trying to hide how much you wanted me… It drove me crazy.”

Ethan moaned loudly, his head falling back against the pillow as he arched into your movements, his entire body trembling. His eyes were half-lidded with lust, his lips parted in breathless whimpers as he struggled to keep up with your pace. He was so close, and you could tell he was doing everything he could to hold back, to make it last, but you weren’t going to let him.

“You’ve been so good, though,” you teased, your voice a low purr as you dragged your nails down his chest. “Begging me with those puppy eyes, thinking you weren’t good enough for me… But look at you now, baby. Look how good you feel inside me. You’re doing so well.”

His eyes flew open at your praise, wide and dazed as he looked up at you. He whimpered, his body trembling beneath you, his hands clutching at your thighs as if he was trying to hold on. “I… I want more,” he gasped, his voice desperate and pleading. “Please… I want more…”

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “You want more, baby? You want me to ride you until you can’t take it anymore?”

Ethan nodded frantically, his breath coming in ragged pants as he bucked up into you, his whole body trembling. “Please,” he begged, his voice shaky and desperate. “Please, I need more… I need you…”

You smirked, loving the way he was falling apart beneath you. “Such a good boy,” you murmured, your voice dripping with praise and amusement as you started to ride him faster, harder, your hips grinding down against him with every thrust. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. I didn’t think you’d be able to handle this, but you’re proving me wrong.”

Ethan let out a loud, broken moan, his hips jerking up into you as he whimpered beneath you, his body trembling with every movement. “I… I’m trying… fuck, I’m trying so hard…”

“Of course you are,” you purred, leaning down to nip at his earlobe, making him shudder. “But you don’t have to try so hard, baby. Just let go. Let me make you feel good.”

He let out a desperate whimper, his hands shaking as they slid up your sides, gripping you tightly as if he was afraid to let go. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can last…”

“Good,” you breathed, your hips grinding down harder as you felt him start to lose control beneath you. “Don’t hold back. I want you to come for me.”

Ethan’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes rolling back as his whole body tensed beneath you. “I… fuck, I can’t… I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, baby,” you whispered, your voice commanding as you rode him harder, feeling him throbbing inside you. “Fill me up.”

With a loud, desperate moan, Ethan finally tipped over the edge, his hips jerking up into you as his whole body convulsed beneath you, trembling with the force of his release. You could feel him pulsing inside you, his hands gripping you so tightly it almost hurt, but it only drove you further, riding him through his orgasm as he gasped and whimpered beneath you.

“Such a good boy,” you purred, your voice dripping with praise as you slowed your movements, letting him come down from the high. “You did so well for me, baby. So, so good.”

Ethan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath you as he blinked up at you, his eyes wide and dazed. His cheeks were flushed, his hair a mess, and he looked completely gone—and it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice shaky as he looked up at you with wide, awe-filled eyes. “That was… I can’t even…”

You grinned down at him, your fingers brushing through his messy hair as you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his. “Don’t worry, baby,” you whispered, your voice a low purr. “We’re just getting started.”

As Ethan came down from his high, still panting beneath you, you could see a spark ignite in his eyes. His gaze shifted, taking in every curve of your body as if he was seeing you for the first time. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his, teasing him with every movement as you felt him start to regain his composure.

“Okay, let’s switch it up a bit,” you said, your voice sultry and playful. “I want to show you how to make me feel even better.”

He looked up at you, a hint of nervousness still lingering in his expression. “How do you want me to… uh, you know, do it?”

You grinned, loving how eager he was to learn. “Let me show you,” you purred, sliding off him and turning around so you were both on your knees, facing each other. “Just like this. Get ready to take me in missionary.”

Ethan’s eyes widened with anticipation as you positioned yourself under him. You could see the nervous energy coursing through him, but you were determined to help him embrace this moment. “Just relax and let me guide you,” you said softly, your voice warm and encouraging.

As you settled yourself beneath him, you took a moment to enjoy the way his body looked beneath you. He was handsome, with those sweet, boyish features that drove you wild. You could see the tension in his muscles, but the way he gazed at you with those wide, innocent eyes made your heart race.

“Now,” you said, your voice sultry as you leaned down closer, brushing your lips against his. “I want you to push into me. Just like before, but this time, you’re in control.” You slowly guided him into you, letting him feel how warm and inviting you were, watching his face contort with pleasure.

Ethan’s breath hitched as he pushed in deeper, the sensation igniting something primal in him. “Like this?” he asked, his voice thick with need.

“Exactly,” you replied, encouraging him with a sultry smile. “Now, I want you to find your rhythm. Just focus on how good it feels to be inside me.”

He nodded, his eyes locked on yours as he began to move, cautiously at first. With each thrust, he grew more confident, his movements becoming faster and more deliberate. You could feel the intensity building between you, the way he filled you completely driving you wild.

“That’s it, baby,” you encouraged, your voice low and filled with desire. “You’re doing so good. Just like that. Harder.”

Ethan responded to your words, his thrusts becoming more enthusiastic, more urgent. The way he looked at you—his eyes dark with lust, his lips parted in a breathless moan—made your heart race even faster. You couldn’t help but revel in the heat of the moment, every sound, every movement sending a shiver of excitement through your body.

“God, you’re so hot,” you said, your voice dripping with lust as you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I can’t believe how well you’re handling this. You’re making me feel incredible.”

His breath hitched at your words, and you could see the way they spurred him on. “I… I love this,” he gasped, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his confidence building with every word of praise you offered.

“You love making me feel good, don’t you?” you teased, your hips rolling against him as you encouraged him to go deeper. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I love making you feel good!” he exclaimed, his voice strained but filled with enthusiasm. The way he focused solely on your pleasure made you even more aroused, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly as you pushed him further.

“Good boy,” you praised, a sultry smile gracing your lips. “Now, tell me how much you want this.”

“I want it so bad,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his eyes locked on yours. “I want to make you come. I want to feel you around me.”

Your heart raced at his words, and you felt a rush of desire surge through you. “Then don’t hold back, Ethan. Show me just how much you want it.”

With a renewed sense of urgency, he began to thrust faster, his movements becoming more confident as he lost himself in the rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, and you couldn’t help but cry out, your body responding eagerly to his every movement.

“Yes! Just like that!” you moaned, your voice breathless as you leaned down closer, feeling his warm breath against your skin. “You’re doing amazing, Ethan. Keep going.”

He nodded, his expression one of pure concentration mixed with lust. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised, his voice thick with desire. You could see the determination in his eyes, and it only made you want him more.

With every thrust, he grew bolder, and you could tell he was getting lost in the moment. The way he gazed at you—filled with awe and desire—only fueled your own excitement. “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his voice trembling as he lost himself in the pleasure. “I can’t believe I get to be with you like this.”

“Just focus on me,” you urged, your voice sultry and commanding. “Let yourself go. I want to feel you completely.”

His breaths grew ragged, and you could see the pleasure building in him, his movements becoming more frantic as he tried to keep up with your pace. “I’m so close,” he gasped, his voice thick with need. “I don’t want to stop. I want to feel you come with me.”

“Then don’t hold back, baby,” you said, your voice dripping with lust. “Come for me. I want to feel you inside me.”

With those words, you pushed him over the edge, feeling his body tense beneath you as he let out a deep, guttural groan, his hips bucking up into yours as he finally let go. The pleasure washed over you both, and you couldn’t help but cry out as you felt him fill you completely, your body trembling in response.

Ethan’s face was flushed with desire, his lips swollen and parted as he gasped for breath, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sight. He looked utterly gone, and it was the most intoxicating thing you’d ever seen. “You did so good,” you praised, your voice low and sultry as you leaned down, brushing your lips against his. “I knew you had it in you.”

As he came down from his high, a blissful smile spread across his face, and you felt a sense of pride and relief. Well that pining hadn’t been for nothing and you finally got your perfect boy.

Oh Mindy was gonna eat her fucking words.

I feel like I should make an Ethan taglist? Lmk if you would want to be on it!

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aikuse · 2 months ago

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CRAWL HOME TO HER | 2,724 words (~21 minutes reading time). gn!reader, major character death, descriptions of universe-accurate deaths, accidental necromancy.

author’s notes: did not think i’d run into a kinktober piece given how i’m still getting my groove back, but there was one tumblr post i saw that just punted me into next week. so…here we are! enjoy. i haven’t written for this guy in a little while…i missed him <3 i'm taking a bit of a different vibe here with doing parts of a topic instead of one-shots! therefore, this will have a second part i'll release at some point this month. enjoy! -> taglist: @qichun @fuyuswifey @suyacho @stunies -> join the taglist!

it’s quiet. too quiet.

the fog that drifts over the city is thick, light rain speckling against the gravestones as you meander through the rows. some of the stones are barely readable, long forgotten from families who have since moved on. some are fresher, emblazoned with golden lettering, untouched by the weather. despite the rain, incense smoke hangs in the air, pungent scents of patchouli and dragon’s blood sharp in the lazy breeze.

your destination looms in front of you, the stench of freshly moved soil clinging to your nose as you settle down, your backpack landing lightly on the floor next to you. you pull out a packaged bento box, leaving it in your lap before lighting your own incense sticks. one is placed in front of an older gravestone, the next on the much newer stone beside it. the ground beneath the second stone is churned; there’s an incredibly faint stench of death from it, but you chalk it up to the bleary weather.

there are no words to share between you and the dead, but you begin to talk anyway.

“there was no funeral, you know.”

you stare at the name that’s emblazoned on the newer stone. the name HANMA SHUJI glares back at you. you continue.

“i knew you were involved in some shady shit, shuji, but…my god,” you say, sounding like a chiding mother as you shake your head, “i didn’t realize you were that stupid. getting yourself wrapped up with a crime syndicate? really?”

the words that leave your mouth are forcing a reaction from your chest. it’s tightening up, and angry tears prick at your eyes as you’re shot back into the past, only for a moment. you can feel the spring breeze drifting through your hair, a whisper of the sunshine tickling your face. you turn towards the main path, chopsticks frozen in your hand, as you watch two ghosts sprint through the yard.

one is tall, far too tall and gangly to be anyone else but shuji. he holds onto a much younger version of you’s hand, sly smile plastered across his face as he stumbles after you. your hand is tight around his own, fingers interlocking as you match his smile. your voice echoes across time; if you hadn’t been paying attention, you’d have missed it.

come on! we’re already late, and you know i hate taking this shortcut. it’s creepy!

shuji’s laugh sounds like a wind chime.

c’mon, doll, it ain’t that bad. you got me here, anyway. i’ll protect ya from the scary ghosts.

the spirits dissipate into the fog, gone as quickly as they came. like a dream.

you turn back to the stones. KISAKI TETTA stares back at you from the older stone, and you sigh, swallowing heavily. “and you,” you say, your voice shaking as you point your chopsticks at the offending name, “you knew better. you should have known better than all of us. you were smarter than all of us, and you went and got yourself flattened by a fucking supply truck. ridiculous.”

there’s wetness on your cheeks now, rage making the bento box in your lap unappetizing. you place it on the ground, crossing your arms over your chest. your jaw sets as you return your gaze to Shuji. your voice is so small for the anger that’s tearing through your muscles.

“you promised me you’d protect me. you promised.”

that’s the straw that breaks you. that stupid little comment he’d made so long ago, so long before you’d all gotten wrapped up in the horrors of what Kisaki’s plans had brought you all. you’d gotten out of it somehow, escaping his slimy clutches, but Shuji was not so lucky. he was too entranced, too addicted to the chase. it would’ve ended badly no matter what, for him.

the tears falling from your face drip into the soil as you bend over, your stomach twisting inside of your body. they mix in with the drizzle, soaking down into the dirt. you think nothing of it; why would you?

it’s just rain. it’s just tears. tears that have built up over years of frustration, of a reaction to a phone call you’d never have imagined you’d receive.

you can’t stay here. if you do you’re going to end up ripping both of their stones out and throwing them into the street. the bento box, uneaten, disappears into your bag, along with everything else. all that’s left behind of an indication that you visited is the incense burning in front of both stones.

as you go to open the gate, you could’ve sworn you heard something move. it sounded like digging, a scrabbling noise similar to a sound a rat makes as it crawls up a pipe. you turn around; but nothing is out of the ordinary behind you. all the stones are still where they should be, the dirt untouched.

“fucking ghosts.”

still…you can’t get rid of the feeling that someone is watching you as you walk home. your neck hairs feel like they’re standing up completely straight, no matter how many times you scratch that stretch of skin.

the relief you feel after getting inside your house is immeasurable.

the feeling stops.

the rain only gets worse as the day progresses.

you stay inside; you have off work today, so you make yourself a nice tea and settle into the couch with a good book you’ve been pushing off on finishing. you deserve a nice day to yourself; and a rainy day is a fantastic excuse to do so.

the night comes before you realize it, the street lamps turning on amongst the torrential downpour. it’s a mess out there, car engines muffled by the rain hammering on your roof. you trudge into the kitchen, an instant ramen packet making its way into a bowl and into the microwave. tonight was not the night to be making dinner; low effort food was better than no food, and you did still have the bento box.

the movie you put on drifts you to sleep, warm ramen and bento in your belly as your eyes slide shut. despite your mini-breakdown in the graveyard, you feel good that you went. you know shuji would have appreciated it, in his own little way. you can practically see his crooked smile behind your eyelids. a visit? for me? you shouldn’t have, doll. feelin’ pretty taken care of.

“fuck you,” you whisper as sleep finally claims you.

it doesn’t last for long.

a loud bang on the door forces you awake. your watch that you hold up to your face reads 03:00 AM in bright numbers, and you groggily wipe at your eyes. “the fuck?” you say to yourself, wondering how badly this person needs you to answer the door. you pause before getting up, waiting for another knock. maybe if you don’t make yourself known to be home, they’ll go away — none of your indoor lights are on to indicate you’re even home, barring the normal porch light. you can see a shadow against the wall, but nothing more.

the banging starts again, even louder this time, and you jump to your feet. adrenaline spikes through your veins, fear clutching at you as you pad towards the door. “my god, okay, okay!” you holler towards the door as your hand lands on the doorknob.

you don’t turn it, though. you’re frozen all of a sudden.

the doorknob’s golden cover is ice cold. like someone is chilling it from the outside.

something primal arises in you. it’s a flight response, you’ve felt it before so many times when you’d hang around kisaki and shuji. you know it so well, even after all these years. why now? your brain panics, neurons firing, colliding information around in your head as if your very self is going scorched earth. every alarm in your mind is going off, telling you to not open this fucking door.

what the fuck what the fuck what the f—

you yank it open anyway. it takes effort, more effort than you’re used to, but you do it anyway.

a beat passes as your eyes take in what’s been lurking and banging behind the wooden door, and then you’re screaming. a bloodcurdling scream, one that sounded as if its coming from a prey animal having been caught by a predator, calling for help. it sounds far away — you can feel your vocal chords moving, but the sound doesn’t sound like it’s coming from you.

a humanoid hand slams over your mouth, pushing you back inside. the door closes behind the intruder, and you just stand there, shaking, letting its hand pressure your mouth as if wanting it to shut you up. heaven knows you wouldn’t have been able to stop at the horror you see before you.

it’s shuji. and he is covered in dirt.

it sticks to his pale skin, bits falling onto your carpet. he stinks of death, brown soil and grass dirtying the remaining fabric of his three-piece striped suit. dried blood is caked all over him, only adding to the horrible smell that’s coming off of him.

your eyes move upwards.

his lips seem normal; not the undead purple that you’re used to seeing in your shitty zombie Halloween movies. in fact, he seems relatively intact despite being dead as the dirt that clings to his body from hours ago.

he’s even wearing circular glasses as you look up to meet his eyes, against every screeching nerve of your judgement.

his eyes are…normal.

well, they’re glowing, which is different.

but they’re the same gold and purple that you remember. one of his lenses is broken, cracks spiderwebbed across its surface. beyond that, the structure of the frames seems as though its kept up. the crack looks newer. one of his hands comes up to his face to push the glasses further up his nose — you don’t miss the dirt caked under his broken fingernails. they’re cracked in odd places, as if…

as if he clawed his way out of the grave you were just at.

your entire body is frozen. you can’t scream anymore even if you wanted to, and he seems to recognize that as he removes his large hand. his hands are clammy, but he says nothing. he looks almost as surprised as you are, but in a different way. there’s no fear in his eyes, not a single hint of it. you would know; you’ve seen him afraid a handful of times, but for some reason there’s nothing like that there.

there’s only a strong, intense look. the word that appears in your brain is devotion.

something finally clicks in your brain, and you can move again.

you take a step back.

he takes a step forward.

you take another step back.

he takes another step forward.

your hand, shaking so hard you can barely point at him, raises. your finger quivers.

“y-y-y-y-you’re s-supposed to be—”

for the first time since rising again, shuji speaks.

“dead?”

his voice is gravelly. harsh. like he hasn’t used it in a while — which you instantly scoff at, because yeah, of course he wouldn’t have used it in a while. he’s been dead for weeks!

“yes!” it comes out as a squeak, your pointer finger still jabbing at him. “what the fuck! what is this? is this a sick joke? who are you? why are you dressed up as my friend? why—”

he lurches forward, hand gripping onto your shoulder. his grip is more intense than it used to be, as if he’s trying to dig underneath your skin. dig, dig, dig. as if to root himself inside of you.

you should run, you know that. you should run to your room and lock the door and pray to every god that he goes away. you should run the few steps through the kitchen to grab one of your knives, even if killing him again won’t kill him forever since he clearly can’t just stay dead. there’s a glimmer of hope that he disappears with the night, like a bad dream. this is just a bad dream, a nightmare. just a nightmare, of course, why didn’t you—

“not a dream, doll. it’s me.”

did i say that out loud?

the pet name flips a switch, and where there was cold fear, warm rage floods through your veins. you push off his hand with more force than you think you have, and your palms plant on his chest, ready to shove him away.

your hands freeze against him, like you can’t move him. like he locks your hands in place simply by touching him. the tile beneath your bare feet actively battles against you.

“fuck you,” you spit at him, pressing against him, trying to move your hands as his eyes widen behind his glasses, “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. i cannot believe you— what the fuck is this? what the fuck are you doing here? how dare you—”

a litany of curses falls from your mouth in a rainstorm, almost as terrifying as the storm echoing outside. thunder rumbles and cracks as your voice raises in tone, lightning flashing through the window. it lights up shuji’s face, and his expression has your hands curling into fists, beating his chest, slamming against the clammy skin.

“why?” you finally shriek. “why now? why would you torment me like this? do you know how long it took me to gather the courage to even bother visiting you and Tetta? do you understand how this fucked me up? how my first fucking boyfriend died in some dumb ass stand-off in a gang that you didn’t belong in when you should have just—fucking stayed with me? DO YOU?”

a final thunderclap shakes your apartment’s walls, as if the very gods are rioting against what’s happening in your kitchen. as if they disagree with the unspoken ritual that’s happened to bring shuji back. as if they are as angry as you are for seeing the man you loved since you were a child standing in your kitchen, dripping blood, dirt and viscera all over your white tile.

your voice dies in your throat, the last words you’d spoken echoing around the apartment. tears flood your cheeks, dripping onto the floor. shuji says nothing, eyes wide in surprise. he studies you, more than he used to; he was always so flippant, but now…it looks like he’s actually listening. like he can actually hear you for once.

he looks hurt.

“no.”

his answer is short. you feel like an egg cracked open now, arms falling uselessly by your sides as you stand there and cry in front of him, sobs tearing at your throat. “how could you?” you manage to get out, watching him through bleary eyes, more sobs falling from your lips. you let him move to you—

and his arms wrap around you.

his lips press against the shell of your ear as your sobs quiet into sniffles and hiccups.

“i’m so sorry. i’m so, so, so sorry, doll. so sorry.”

“you think an apology is gonna fix this?” you whisper wetly.

“no.”

“then why would you—”

“because even if you take or not, you still deserve one.”

you’ve been through so many emotions in the past minutes. it’s felt like a whirlwind. “i know, moron,” you hiccup, “but you haven’t answered me. why are you here?”

shuji moves away from you then. there’s color coming back into his cheeks, as if he’s warming up again just by standing in the heat of your home. the dirt has liquefied, rivulets dripping off of him and onto your floor, but you don’t care. you’re suddenly so tired, your legs shaking, but you need an answer. you need him to answer you—

“because of you. because you need me. because i love you.”

you blink. “y-you what?” you gasp out.

he repeats himself, like he’s reading out the ingredients on the back of a soup can. it feels so far away as your legs finally give out, the floor quickly speeding towards your vision. you don’t miss the feeling of him catching you, large (warmed) hands wrapped around your figure as you pass out. his declaration lingers, though, like a whisper as you let yourself slip into unconsciousness.

“i love you.”

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blankd · 1 month ago

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DM/GMing Tips

(aka what I learned with my campaign which ran for about 4 years, totaling 131 sessions, so I must have been doing something right)

*these tips are NOT exclusive to DnD, more than one of these is bound to help in running a TTRPG, if you have a specific question, feel free to hit up my askbox

Session 0 is important for setting expectations for everyone involved as well as establishing your safety tools if desired (every table is different).

The game's story is not exhaustively penned by the GM but by the players who will tell the story after the session sends. If you want to tell a specific story, you'll be more fulfilled writing a book.

Have a start and an idea of what the end could be, the rest will be sorted in play. (If you're using a module, read ahead and make notes that are useful for yourself.)

The job of the GM is to put the players in Situations or Throw a Grenade.

Hooks are opt-in and more passive, "I heard there's a dragon", Situations/Grenades are direct and require player input immediately, "there is a dragon attacking RIGHT NOW". There are pros/cons to both, use them to create tempo and tension.

The moment you ask the players what they want to do, the proverbial pen is in their hands. NEVER take away a Player's agency. If logic/mechanics would make that action impossible, present it as such, and let the consequences play out where applicable.

Reward curiosity, if a player asks a question, have an answer, even if it's just flavor. You're also only human, if you need time for the answer, give what relevant info you have in the moment and give a more detailed follow up later if it needs ones. (This is a skill, don't feel bad if you start off with more blanks than answers.)

Provide in-game feedback for actions players take. Not everything needs to have far-reaching repercussions but there should be some kind of cause-and-effect to make the world and the beings living in it feel reactive.

NPCs should have an immediate, but simple purpose and an additional aspect to give them a little meat. If the players take interest in that NPC, you can build them out further through conversation. This will become easier as you get a grip on improv.

Have a list of names or a randomizer if you find you're at a loss for NPC creation.

Have an idea toybox. Players don't know NPCs or encounters they never meet, if they 'miss it' you can turn it into an opportunity to meet them later. There is no science to it, but you'll get a feel for what can be repurposed or upcycled, sometimes that change in context makes them more memorable. Sensibility creates believability, exceptions create curiosity. A 'missed' merchant ending up displaced in a weird location can expand into a better hook than simply being found in a bazaar.

Player cleverness and diplomacy should be rewarded, if they say something convincing, roll with it the best you can. However never forget that the more important/powerful an NPC, the stronger their convictions. Certain NPCs should be beyond convincing and it's up to you to convey that.

Don't forget the spirit of the game! RP can get pretty intense, but at the end of the day this is about COLLABORATIVE imagination and expression. Make the best memories you can.

#dnd 5e #ttrpg #gm tips #dm tips #forgot to post this lol #blankd's blabbies

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ansbobcar · 9 months ago

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I'm ready to become a part-time lore builder of a fandom if I can't get any answers.

Seriously. Time to do some mental gymnastics again because, I LOVE TALKING ABOUT LORE (well worldbuilding lore) AND MAKING LORE IF THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT IT!!

We're back to looking at the Divine Visionaries again because, what the hell are these administration/department/subdivisions man.

Here are my rankings of most straightforward to least straightforward (in terms of what they govern) and my reasoning, questions, headcanons AND MANGA SPOILERS. Feel free to discuss!

1. MAGICAL ITEMS

It's basically quality control check of any magical tool and also acts like a museum. Very straightforward to guess. It's managing, checking the quality of new, old, or powerful magical items. We also know the most about it I think because Rayne currently manages it (idk why i trust the fandom wiki)

2. FORBIDDEN MAGICAL TEXTS

This is also straightforward. They manage forbidden magical texts from being accessed to the public. But I'd like to think that this department has to ensure that any texts which use magic, such as newspapers and maybe even children's books, abide by their printing laws and don't enter into that forbidden valley. Prevention of more forbidden magical texts is probably one of their main goals. I mean, confiscation of books and materials or clues regarding them will either be stored or burned possibly. Censorship is a possibility.

3. MAGIC SECURITY (FORCE)

Every time I hear security I think of that random post from twitter I think about how the US' whole military like thing is called the defense something or something. AND I THINK ABOUT IT. But you know atleast security makes more sense.

Current headcanon is that the magic police is under their jurisdiction but being called a magic security officer is diff from a magic police officer. The main difference is that magic police focus solely on internal and surface level, local scale magic (and lack-magic) crimes.

Magic Security is a more national/international scale, or something that involves the Bureau directly. Like a war between other magical races or those type of conflicts. The bar to being a magic security officer is much higher than a magic police officer too.

4. MAGICAL CEMETERY

The management of deceased magic users/wizards is pretty straight forward BUT what I'm tryna figure out is:

a) How many official cemeteries are under their jurisdiction? If so is it illegal to bury a deceased wizard's body on your own?

b) Do they only manage the cemeteries? If they don't does that mean that it's a law to contact their department while preparing for a funeral and burial? How early do they have to get involved?

c) Whoever was managing this division when Adam Jobs died was not good at their job. Nvm this guy's body was gone to bits. Still bad management on their part to not scavenge for that bit of flesh left over. Burn the area to the ground if you have to. Fucking Innocent Zero got his body.

5. MAGICAL CREATURES

The only reason I have this much lower than I initially intended is because there are so many fucking magical creatures in this fucking world that it should be one of the biggest ass divisions of the Bureau alongside Magical Items.

a) You need research/encyclopedias on these creatures. What their weakness is and so on, research on magical creatures (probably in conjunction with magical research).

b) Is animal cruelty a thing in this world? It probably is. It better be then there has to be a governing body for that.

c) I feel like for magical magical creatures like Dragons, they have to manage/hand out yearly licenses towards educational institutes to allow those dragons to be used. Otherwise, I think they'll be released to the wild and will be blacklisted from ever owning a dragon. (Animal cruelty act or something)

d) They probably have a national zoo which is used for both research and conservation purposes. Bet there's a bunch of endangered species.

6. MAGICAL RESEARCH

Just like the previous department/administration... this is also pretty broad. (You'll realise a pattern as we go down the list). The way I see it is that every year, they gather statistics and feedback from the people, and come up with 4-6 projects of varying scales to help. These can range from new technology for pre-existing magical tools or making new innovations and tools.

They also do research on animals, plants and probably somewhat manage the welfare of the country slightly.

What I wonder is if it's illegal to do research outside of their department? Or do they allow exceptions, like some company can pitch their idea to the magical research department who then greenlight their thing or not like Dragon's Den.

7. MAGICAL POWER

Orter and Rinka, idk how y'all even do this. Magical Power Admin according to the fandom wiki (which I think took info from the fanbook, but cannot confirm), looks into shit related to power basically (abuse, lack ofs, very magical power creatures).

My problem is that kind of overlaps with magic security just slightlyyy. I also headcanon that the magic police are governed by magic security and magical power.

So far for my fanfic (big spoilers lol):

a) Their main goal is to reduce/prevent the abuse of magic within the kingdom/country.

b) They can make and enforce laws/policies/the legal rules surrounding the use of magic which include giving penalties/punishments.

8. MAGICAL TALENT

What the fuck is Kaldo's job. I get he looks at Divine Visionary candidates before they even get to the final exam but seriously. I would like to think that part of his job is to take note of what kind of personal magic has ever fucking existed other than tryna analyse people. If his department was more like HR, I think it'd make more sense.

His department probably has the least amount of people/staff.

_ _ _

There's probably other departments as well that aren't governed by a Divine Visionary for now. My ted talk is finished. For now.

#mashle #divine visionaries #orter madl #rayne ames #sophina biblia #renatus revol #tsurara halestone #agito tyrone #ryoh grantz #kaldo gehenna #mashle fanon lore #for future reference #mashle fanfic idea #mashle oc

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varteeny1234 · 3 months ago

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hello vivid nation I RETURN also @cursedthing thank you for Everything You Do for us

Summary:

After the lawsuit, Viking wants to talk to Avid about something- Avid is, unfortunately, very bad at being interrogated. Especially when it involves Viking trapping him against the side of the banana stand.

Warnings: None

Words: 2090

Ship: Vivid

(full fic under cut)

"...So, in the end, I've realized that signing up for the Birch Box was definitely not the smartest choice I've ever made. The whole 'one-eighteenth of my soul gets taken' part wasn't fun. But hey, I got a lot of good stuff out of it, at least!" Avid laughed, while Vintage let out a very loud sigh of exasperation. She'd been able to get him out of the soul-binding contract he'd made with the Birch Kingdom, and now they were celebrating their victory. The space outside the partially-demolished courthouse was a bit chaotic, since nearly everyone was here, but the two had found a quieter spot behind the new banana stand.

A new thought struck Avid. "Actually, now that I think about it, I still need birch wood for builds. Maybe I should re-sign up for the deal. You'll just get me out of it again, right?" He furrowed his brow, tail swishing back and forth as he considered this. Unfortunately, before he could come to a proper decision, his friend made the choice for him.

Vintage grabbed the sides of his face, forcing him to look them in the eyes. "NO! Absolutely not, Avid!" They only raised their voice a little bit.

Eh, fair.

"That is not how the lawyer stuff works!" Vintage's eyes were as wide as saucers. "If you sign up for it again, I can't help you! For the love of everything, I read you parts of the terms and conditions list! They're going to open another shop, since they kind of have to, but it's probably- no it's definitely going to be another scam. And you aren't going to sign any contracts without first doing what?"

"Calling my lawyer to make sure she can get me out of it?" He tried. He snickered at the deadpan look she gave him.

"No, you're going to read through all the fine print that they set up and make sure that you're not accidentally doing anything you'll end up needing me to bail you out of. I'm just your lawyer, I'm not, like, all-powerful!"

"Yeah, if you want all-powerful, you'll have to go talk to Trog!"

When a third voice cut into their conversation, Vintage jumped, and Avid's fur stood on end. Both of them looked up.

Viking smiled, from where he was sitting on the top of the banana stand. His heterochromatic eyes were shining in amusement. "They're plenty willing to use their powers all willy-nilly, too. I'm still salty about that damn dragon egg!" He jumped down.

"Oh my gosh! Viking!" Scolding from Vintage forgotten, Avid ran forwards and swept Viking up in a hug. He took a moment to breathe in his scent, squeezing him extra-tight for a second, then letting go- but still holding one of his hands. He gently flicked one of Viking's ears, giggling at the soft twitch he got in response.

Vintage rolled her eyes at their antics, but she smiled. "Hi, Viking. Thanks for that scare, by the way, I really needed more excitement after... everything that's happened in the last hour."

"Mhm. Hey, guys." Viking rubbed his thumb on the back of Avid's hand. "Congrats on winning your trial, by the way! And Vintage, I guess I know who to come to if I ever need someone to legally bail me out of something." Vintage curtsied.

Avid smirked. "Yeah, Vintage is the best! They're going to help me escape the next Birch Kingdom scam, too!"

"Wait, the next one? But I thought they had to disband their shop?" Viking asked.

Facepalming, Vintage shook her head. "They do have to make a new shop, but knowing Milkman, it's going to be the same scam with a new name. Or with a 'the sequel' tacked onto it."

"That... unfortunately does sound like a Milkman thing to do," said Viking. "And what I said earlier still holds true, Avid's the dumbest guy alive. Dumb as a singular brick, in fact! Anyways, I did in fact come over here for a reason. Vintage, do you mind if I steal Avid away from you for a moment?" The tip of his tail flicked.

"Ah, of course! I don't mind at all. I'll let you two be, bye!" Vintage waved, before flying off into the distance. Did she wink, or was Avid seeing things?

He and Viking both watched her go, then looked at each other.

"Hi," said Avid. He gave him a goofy smile. "What, exactly, did you want to steal me away for?"

Viking's eyes changed. Avid couldn't tell how they did, but they did. The stare that he was giving him had changed from what it was just enough to be curious. But he didn't say anything yet, he just looked at Avid, who would be lying if he said he didn't feel like squirming under his steady gaze.

"Avid, I'm curious about a few things!" His smile looked sharper, now, too. His voice was lower, more threatening. Okay, this was getting weird. Viking took a step, moving to stand in front of him. Avid was now functionally trapped, with his back to the banana stand and Viking in front of him and peering down at him. "This is about the recent... strange behavior, shall I say, of Ruby and Trog. And you, too."

Shit. Viking was on to him, he was suspicious of the clones! This was bad, this was bad-

But then, Viking took another step towards him, forcing him further backwards. Avid's heel hit the bottom of the banana stand, and he looked up at Viking, who was seriously leaning down to stare him in the eye. Avid's current problems suddenly shifted from oh shit he knows I'm up to something to I'm going to have a fucking heart attack if he gets any closer.

Time to play it cool! Or at least, as cool as he could play it.

When he spoke, his voice was about an octave higher than normal. Fuck.

"Strange behavior, Viking? Whatever do you mean by that? I can assure you, we at OSSHA are just doing our jobs! Trog's just gotten tired of wasting slabs on their curvy bridges, there's way weirder things that they could be doing-"

"OSSHA? I didn't say anything about OSSHA. Or what, specifically, Ruby and Trog have been doing to act weird... why'd you immediately jump to conclusions?" Viking laughed wildly. A second later, he slammed a hand on the wall right next to Avid's head. He reached out and tilted his chin upwards with his other hand- but with his nails poking into his skin, instead of gently with his fingertips. "Why, Avid?" He narrowed his eyes as he whispered harshly, not quite in his ear.

Avid was sweating bullets, and his heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. Their faces were close enough together that he could feel Viking's warm breath on his cheeks, and he knew he was blushing like mad. Somehow, his hands found their way to the backs of Viking's shoulders.

Was Viking doing this to him on purpose? Maybe.

It was another minute or so before Avid remembered to answer.

"Um..." He was tongue-tied. "Well, I just took a random guess?"

"Try again. I've got time, I can wait for you to tell me. But you will tell me- that is, if you know what's good for you." Viking's nail traced Avid's throat, just hard enough to let him know that it wasn't hurting, but it could. Very easily.

"..."

Avid could tell he was getting frustrated, but man, he would never admit aloud that he didn't hate this interrogation.

Then, Viking's hand moved from scratching at his throat to gently covering it. He didn't apply much pressure. However, much did not exclude some.

A shiver went down Avid's spine and his eyelids fluttered shut. His tail, flicking back and forth, wrapped around something, and Viking tensed up just a hair- shit, it was probably his leg.

He had been wrong, apparently, when he thought his breath couldn't get any shakier.

"Fine, fine... don't answer. Oh, you can listen to me instead! You're hiding a lot of things. I spoke to... some other people, recently. They told me they remember you mentioning things similar to what you've told me, actually- it seems like you're working for someone. But there's no one else here that that could be!"

Avid had closed his eyes, but he could still feel it as Viking's hair touched his cheek and his lips brushed his ear when he whispered directly into it. The pressure at his throat increased just a touch. Whatever Viking had changed about his tone of voice was doing things to him. All his fur was standing on end, and he was biting his lip. A sound that he would not be calling a whimper escaped him.

Viking giggled. "You've just wormed your way out of one soul-binding contract. But I have a teeny-tiny suspicion that you've got another contract you're stuck in. You're working for someone, makes sense that you'd have gotten stuck working for them along the way. Probably just walked right into it without thinking, like you normally do. I told the truth when I said it was an endearing quality of yours, in fact it's part of what makes you irresistible!"

He was dead. Avid was fucking dead.

He half-heartedly tried to scoot away, regain at least some of his dignity. Of course, this did not happen, and rather than escaping to go have a crisis or something on his own he was stuck with Viking's entire body pressing against him.

Which totally wasn't fair at all, he hadn't even really tried anything.

"You really can't handle just a few simple questions? Avid..." Viking crooned. His grip pressed ever tighter. Avid was beginning to notice the effects; it was becoming harder to take a full breath of air.

"I'm irresistible, huh?" Avid weakly managed. He opened his eyes a crack and tried for a half a smile. Viking was too close. If the hand on his neck were to vanish, he was almost one hundred percent sure he'd lean forwards and tuck his head into Viking's shoulder.

Viking's voice dripped down into that lower, dangerous octave. "Hmm... irresistible, indeed." There was a sharp pain in his ear, suddenly.

The realization of what had happened hit him like a hammer- Viking had bit him! Avid's grip on Viking's shoulders tightened.

"I certainly find you irresistible."

If ever there was a person who could smirk out loud...

Avid's eyes flew open, and he gasped- well, he tried to gasp. It was more like a cough, in reality.

He was lightheaded, from what he assumed was a combination of the whole suffocation thing as well as the words that Viking was saying to him. His brain was buzzing, he had no idea what to say. How could he respond to something like that?!

"I can always go interrogate Ruby or Trog, you know. I can ask them why they're acting so serious about safety, in fact, it might even be easier. But I don't want to- this is so much more fun!" More laughing. Tiny black spots danced at the edges of Avid's vision. Fun, indeed...

That was definitely, totally, one hundred percent a sarcastic thought of his. He was pretty sure there was blood dripping from his ear where Viking had bit him- remembering this, of course, made his stomach feel like it was flipping over again.

He didn't really want Viking to try and interrogate the clones. Not when he was right here! Avid was supposed to be the one pinned to the wall, choking-

No! Not the right reason for having him be the one to be interrogated.

"Feel free to interrogate me any time," he wheezed. "I could get behind a regular date night like this."

"It's not a date."

"Sure about that? I'm pinned to the banana stand and you've already bitten me once-" Avid broke off, his breath having run out.

Viking took a step back, so he could look him in the eye. "And I'll bite you again, don't test me."

"Bet," Avid breathed. He closed his eyes. Only a second later he felt a nip at the corner of his jaw, Viking never having been one to back down from a challenge. It drew blood, again, too.

He grinned, dizzily. "Not a date night, my ass."

"Shut up. You've answered exactly zero questions still."

"Make me."

"Bet."

#my stuff #skyblock kingdoms #sbkshipping #teehee COME GET YALLS JUICE

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utilitycaster · 2 years ago

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You know, it always frustrates me when people refuse to branch out and try new TTRPGs, stubbornly clinging to things that bring them happiness, so I wanted to provide a little recommendation you might not have considered: D&D.

You might have heard of Dungeons and Dragons, or D&D as it's frequently called, from the 2023 movie, or, if you're a little more tuned in, Stranger Things, but it's been around since the 1970s! And if you haven't given it a go, it's worth checking out.

Obviously you’d be looking for alternatives to Pathfinder given past reports from employees that they had to unionize in order to get the company to follow basic OSHA regulations and repeated accusations of underpaying both staff and freelancers. Fear not! D&D 5e is an intuitive switch - Pathfinder 1e was originally based on an earlier edition of D&D, and the cast of Critical Role actually made this same switch, so it’s been done before! You’ll find most of the same classes, a large homebrew community, and similar combat mechanics - but much more streamlined. If you’ve been rolling your eyes at the near-infinite ability check range in Pathfinder 1e, or the fact that you need to look up twenty factors before assigning a difficulty class, or the need to burn an entire action to maintain spell concentration, D&D simplifies it. With a handful of exceptions for classes with expertise, and not including the possibility of bardic inspiration being used on an already successful roll, most checks will be below 35, and DCs can be created by the DM - which is just one of the many ways D&D prioritizes player agency, a phrase we understand the meaning of and care about deeply.

And now that bears are out of vogue due to their association with hard drugs thanks to Cocaine Bear, you might be looking for alternatives to your Honey Heist game. One of my favorite games is D&D, which has the bonus of being flexible enough for both one-session games, and something ongoing! Pre-created character sheets and modules are available for free, so it can be as low-prep or as involved as you want. If you’re missing the animal aspects, check out the druid class, or you could take a look at the blood hunter class by Matt Mercer (who you may know as Trinket from Trinket’s Honey Heist) if you’re interested in playing a creature who might lose control. The McElroys, known Honey Heist players, have actually run several D&D campaigns if you are looking to onboard. Also, let's be real: Honey Heist is overly simplistic - seriously, only one page? - and has dumb hats, and if you knew about the other options, you'd obviously not be playing it.

Speaking of the McElroys, I bet we have some Blades in the Dark and PbtA fans in the audience! If you find mixed success mechanics frustrating, want to be able to have larger-scale, higher-stakes battles without the risk of dying immediately, or are interested in a less regimented structure that is more setting-agnostic, as well as provides opportunities for the Game Master (called a Dungeon Master in D&D) to fail, D&D is worth a look! It's a fairly combat-heavy game and characters are built to be able to withstand some heavy hits, so a large battle won't bring the narrative to a halt as your characters struggle to find outlets for their unhealthy coping mechanisms in order to recover (though, of course, if you like that, the open RP and general ability check mechanisms make it easy to include)!

What's important, in the end, is to remember that the TTRPG you are currently enjoying is wrong, bad, and stupid. Choose the game I, an internet stranger who has made no effort to learn anything of your personal tastes, interests, and the needs of your table, has decided you should play. And remember: the most important thing is having fun.

#anyway happy april fools have some satire #also to be clear: i love and have played honey heist #and i am interested in bitd #this is not about those specific games it is about a general form of recommendation that is the satire do not @ me

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evvlevie · 11 months ago

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MANIFESTATION / LUCID DREAMING / SHIFTING SUCCESS STORY!!!!

EVIE HIIII 🫶 happily entering your answering box with a success story that happened today INVOLVING the implementation of something you posted recently!!

I woke up at 6:38am this morning after lucid dreaming & making a portal to shift to my intended reality IN IT!!! IM SO SO HAPPY OML. Master shifter Master Manifestor Master Lucid dreamer‼️‼️

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LUCID DREAM + SHIFT TO HOME

I’ll start from yesterday + recently

The other day I read your recent post how you’ve had this little spray bottle beside your bed and before you sleep you spray it on you 4 times and say “this is my shifting spray, I will now shift tonight” and I DO have a little bottle of spray water on my bedside table I thought this was cute I should do this!! and implement it in my routine!! This was like 3 days? Ago? I did it consistently every night.

Then last night/ morning when I slept at like 2am? I felt drawn to my new dragons blood crystal I got recently, even though this Crystal I hadn’t cleansed and changed it yet, since it was the beginning of Yule as well and I’d just meditated prior I decided I’ll do a quick cleanse and charge so I can use it. I usually fall asleep holding a Crystal in either hand - one being my labradorite absolutely connected to me and one being whatever I felt drawn to. So I quickly cleansed and charged it then I sprayed my little bottle of water 4 times & said “this is my shifting spray I will now shift tonight.”

Four other things to note -

1. I have insanely impressive dream recall

2. I have briefly lucid dreamt before but not as intense/proper as this

3. Lucid dreaming method of shifting like creating a portal in your lucid dream to shift I’ve always thought was cool but never fully fully tried to do it because I’ve always believed that intent is the only thing you need to shift so just sleep with the intent to wake up whenever I’m not a big fan of “methods”

4. And finally for the last week or so I’ve begun doing reality checks every day not being phased by how fast or long I began lucid dreaming (detached from outcome like I wasn’t TRYING to lucid dream for my shifting immediately I just began doing it KNOWING that it’d happen!)

NOW we get to my dream part, I go to sleep dream and dream and dream

TW: next part mentions the term abuser

SO I was at my abusers house in the dream (whom I’ve now moved out/away from because I deserve the best!!) and they were doing a range of abusive things. I went into my room and stopped, I thought- wait I thought I already escaped them? Referring to my waking life how I HAD escaped them manifested living in a better place!! When I realised this I looked down at my hands and pushed my right hand through my left (my fav reality check) and it went through & disappeared. I then counted 4 on my left and 5 on my right

I KNEW I was dreaming. I became lucid !!! I know many people forget they want to shift when they become lucid so I was grateful that I didn’t forget and it was one of my first thoughts. To further confirm that I was dreaming I grabbed a pen and tried writing my name on my palm and it came out as a different name entirely?? Astrid. It was hard to read. Then I begun my portal moving my hands in my doctor strange type opening portal way saying “open portal to *DR NAME* open portal to my home *DR NAME*” like I practiced and I thought about how I want to try get my portal done quickly because I remembered that one story about a girl who became lucid then all these bad things started happening to her in it😭 I knew I was lucid dreaming and I knew the goal was to shift to my home!!

MY PORTAL OPENED. to some random place, I kept focusing on it and repeating “open portal to my home in *DR PLACE*” it glitched to a different place, this beautiful forest that did indeed look similar to home but there was a building with turned edges so when I awoke I believed that that was to like japan or something. I was SO SO close to shifting to my home through my lucid dream SO close. Then I woke up at 6:38am and I messaged my friend all about it immediately after it happened. I was so SO SO HAPPY.

Additionally, I explained how I held my new Crystal when I slept earlier because one of the benefits of dragons blood is massive assisting in manifesting one’s dreams / desires + opens 3rd eye + assisting in lucid dreaming & dream work WITH the combination of my labradorite’s endless assistance with raising consciousness helping with reality shifting manifesting etc etc etc. I’ve also been recently adding in “I lucid dream every night” into my affirmations lately manifesting so máster manifestor at work 😮‍💨😮‍💨‼️‼️literally manifested that instantly. (Like I always do)

SO I LUCID DREAMT. LIKE A PROPER PROPER LUCID DREAM AND I WAS A JUMP AWAY FROM HOME. A JUMP. A PORTAL A JUMP. SO INSANELY CLOSE

I had to come share it with you because I think you’ll find it interesting that I implemented what you’d begun doing with the spray and sentence intent into my routine and had success!!

Do you or do you have any post or does anyone reading this have any advice for shifting through lucid dreaming?? I honestly haven’t read much to at all about how to do it I just knew you could open portals to shift in them. I opened my portal and was repeating my intent- it looked like it was trying to get there but it was showing other places- does one just continue that? Any advice? :)

Also it shows how instant manifestation is and how I’d detached from the outcome and it came.

And if anyone is reading this needing motivation “your actions today create tomorrow’s future” you can literally have anything and be anything you want, it’s all going to work out I promise!!

ANYWAY THATS ALL

❤️‍🔥YOU EVIE

Xoxo

- Master Manifestor, Reality shifter & Lucid Dreamer of the multiverse.

HIIIIII ❣️❣️❣️

I AM SO STOKED FOR YOU !!!!!!

I am so happy that my „routine“ inspired you, and that you got so incredibly close to shifting 😻😻😻

unfortunately I have zero experience when it comes to shifting through lucid dreaming, especially because usually when I become aware that I am dreaming I automatically wake up, so it‘s definitely not my method of choice.

I am glad tho, to see that my message, that you manifest as soon as you just let the universe do its thing, has helped you on this journey ❤️❤️❤️

thank you so so so much for your story, and happy shifting 😽❤️

yours in every reality,

Evie <3

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dbgdbw · 7 months ago

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530.Party In Progress (3)

파티 중 (3)

‘Aigo, I’m dying….’

As soon as I entered the break room, I collapsed face-first onto the sofa. Approaching me, Gyeolie and Peace asked me if I was okay. Of course, in Peace’s case, it was him going ‘ki-yang.’ Responding with an affirmative, I dragged over a cushion to wedge under my head, and settled into a comfortable laying-down position.

‘...definitely took some of the wind out of my sails.’

Though I’d done what I could to try and prep in advance, there was very little that I could actually get involved in. While the lawyers on our side had made a conscientious effort to explain things to me in simple terms during our discussion, that side had, obviously, extended no such courtesy. And on top of that, the corresponding paperwork had only been generated in English, as though it were de facto procedure. Though I had been provided with a translation, when they had zero qualms about barrelling right ahead in English, I’d repeatedly been left scrambling in the dust while looking for the relevant text, having missed my window of opportunity.

On the other hand, their lawyers were capable of reading Korean without any difficulties. So why couldn’t we just use Korean then! Of course, they would hardly entertain the prospect of giving up an advantage, but.

- Appa, are you very tired?

- 끼앙.

“No, it’s just that… It really is a whole ‘nother ball game when it comes to expertise on a subject matter, huh.”

The baseline itself was a different animal altogether. Though team lead Kim-nim had mentioned at the beginning that this was why you have a lawyer on retainer, to handle these types of things, and that there’s no need for Director Han-nim to be overly concerned about the proceedings. Well, they were the experts for a reason. Even those experts would probably feel out of their depths like I was, if it was outside of their respective wheelhouses.

Even so, I wondered if it would be better for me to pick up English. On second thought, relying on Myungwoo and the Newcomer was probably the more efficient route……. Why didn’t people just speak a universal language. In this era of globalization, we should be able to dialogue together. In Korean.

- Feels like a fever, maybe.

The fairy dragon said, pressing a tiny hand against my forehead.

“Probably ‘cause I’ve been preoccupied by a few things. It’s alright.”

How many hours on end had I been trapped there, anyway. It had started in the morning, and it was nearly dinnertime, now. Nor had matters been squared away; it really was ludicrous. This was why it was called ‘an endurance contest’, I supposed. Once lunch had ticked over and things had bled over into the afternoon, the accumulated fatigue had meant that my brain couldn’t even function properly anymore. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have opted to send me away earlier. ‘We’ll finish up for now, then, and resume tomorrow’… Though, it probably had been about time to wrap things up.

Honestly, wasn’t it insane. How many pages upon pages of red tape were they planning on generating, when the source material itself could be summed up so briefly. It seemed that they were hell-bent on producing a several-thousand word count book from what amounted to a single sheet of paperwork. Scary, lawyers were really scary. A type of scary that even a fear-resistance attribute couldn’t work against.

Gyeolie, who had been looking me over, picked up a phone that had been laying on the table. Seeing him appearing to covet the phone that belonged to Peace, I’d prepared a phone for Gyeolie, too. It was a flip phone, to make it easy to use even in his fairy dragon form. With the phone half-opened to support itself on top of the table, he began fiddling with it with a surprising ease.

- That bad guy is supposed to be released today, I saw.

“I’d mentioned no internet-surfing allowed, hadn’t I.”

- I only saw it because it was a headline, appa.

Even if I’d given him the phone, should I have blocked off the internet access on it first. Since, unlike Peace, Gyeolie could read Korean. Fishing out my phone, too, I skimmed over the files I’d received, that I had sorted away for later. There was heavy discourse regarding the matter of compensation, as well as the numerous added conditions.

‘Direct requests of sacrifice from participants will not be permitted.’

This, too, was a new motion that had been introduced. It had been either Sung Hyunjae or Noah-ssi who had brought up the topic. It meant that, for example, the creation of a scenario where being unable to proceed unless one of the participants was dead would be prohibited. It was a measure designed to protect the physically weaker party members who would be at a disadvantage in such a situation, e.g. an F-rank–namely, myself. And there was another thing.

‘Participants may not be conferred disadvantages based on majority vote.’

Another addendum that had been introduced for my benefit. Though I may have had a few allies in the other contestants, when it came to the potential of an audience vote, well. Just imagining it was enough to make my eyes water.

‘It was a good decision to let them handle it instead, after all.’

With the slightest misstep, we might’ve ended up reduced to tatters before the first half was even concluded. And despite having labored as industriously as we had to expose and counter these hostile conditions, we couldn’t afford to let our guards down yet, still. Savvy individuals who possessed a deft hand at exploiting the loopholes in regulations kept popping up, and being on the offensive was infinitely easier than being the one rebuffing those attempts.

Just then, the door opened, and Sung Hyunjae stepped inside. His hair neatly slicked back, wearing glasses, and dressed in a far more sedate suit than his typical garbs–rather than a guild leader, he resembled someone who worked in the legal field. Specializing in corporate law, particularly. Setting the right tone was important, when it came to something like this, was what he’d said, or something. Of course, it would have been far more convenient to simply force them to cave via the pressure exerted by an S-rank’s aura, but that method was obviously a no-go.

“Looks totally like a, whatd’you call it.”

- A total dweeb.

Gyeolie sneered, sniggering. And just where had you picked up a word like that, huh.

“Your coloring has yet to recover, I see.”

As Sung Hyunjae began to approach, Gyeolie snapped his phone shut and flung himself in Sung Hyunjae’s path, as though to protect me. Peace, who had been lying at the foot of the sofa, lifted his head as well.

- Peace-yah, bite him!

- 그르릉.

Peace regarded Sung Hyunjae with a look of displeasure, but made no move to bite him.

“As things presently stand, it will likely prove beneficial for you to partake in this.”

Saying so, Sung Hyunjae held out the box he’d been carrying towards me. He wouldn’t have been able to leave and come back in that short span of time, so had he ordered some underling to pick it up for him, then. Placating Gyeolie as he pitched a fit, I opened up the box. An assortment of macarons in various colors had been delicately stacked inside.

“Here, Gyeol-ah.”

- Gyeolie can’t be won over by this kind of cheap ploy. Though I’ll eat it still, ‘cause it’s from appa.

Responding tartly, Gyeolie took the mint colored macaron handed to him. Sweets work a treat to take the edge off of fatigue, no, Sung Hyunjae said, taking a seat while pulling off his glasses. Like Noah-ssi, rather than being an indicator of poor eyesight, the glasses he wore were a preventative measure for their advanced sight. Since his vision wasn’t as sharp as Noah-ssi’s, he typically forgoed their use; but because today, we’d be spending all day pouring over an endless flow of words, well.

Owing to that, not only Noah-ssi and Sung Hyunjae, but Section Chief Song-nim and Hyuna-ssi had all ended up modeling glasses. Even if they weren’t a necessary measure, it was still more comfortable than going without, or something. Yoohyunie seemed to own a pair as well, and it occurred to me that I should probably pick out a set for Yerimie, too. Once she hit her third year of high school(1), wouldn’t Yerimie become deeply entrenched in her studies. Though there was a chance she’d decide to opt out, I supposed.

“I had hoped to petition for indirect sacrifices to be barred as well, in addition to the direct demands for sacrifice, in truth.”

“It stands to reason that it would broaden the parameters beyond an acceptable threshold in that case though, sir. Then, even in a situation as innocuous as presenting two biscuits to two individuals, it could be argued that they had been coerced into a situation where one of them had been indirectly forced to make a sacrifice by proxy–something like that.”

“As, ordinarily, both persons would simply take one each to resolve the matter, but you–Han Yoojin, lad–would not.”

“I do plan to make use of them as well, sir.”

“And if the biscuit in question were capable of raising one’s stats, and it so happened that either the young master or the little lady were by your side?”

“That’s, well… One of them eating it instead would result in better long-term returns, objectively speaking.”

That was the truth, wasn’t it. Rather than a shortsight attempt at raising my own measly stats to E-rank or D-rank, it would be far more constructive to be able to boost Yoohyunie or Yerimie to SS-rank instead. Sung Hyunjae looked at me with a ‘see, what did I say’ sort of expression. The fuck, it really was the most logical route of action, though.

“Particularly with that sort of mark branding your throat, mind.”

Reflexively, I touched my neck. I’d left the vibrant bruising there in full view, as though openly inviting Chatterbox’s delegates to drink in their fill. Since it was evidence of the damage I’d suffered, as a result of Chatterbox’s actions.

“...I’ve already gotten an earful from the others on the matter, sir, thank you very much.”

“But even then, lad–you’ll simply repeat the same pattern when confronted with the same scenario, I imagine.”

“Truth be told, though, it really was a golden opportunity–isn’t that right, sir. And it was nothing dangerous, at that.”

- …appa, don’t force me to side with that thing.

Gyeolie groused, face screwed up in a petulant look; and, skin-crawlingly enough, Sung Hyunjae gave a most benevolent smile.

“Sung-Han–”

- AAAAAAAAAHH! ACK! ACK! ACK!

Gyeolie flung the remaining half of the macaron at Sung Hyunjae at full force. Easily catching the offending macaron, Sung Hyunjae simply held it back out to Gyeolie in a seemingly kindly way. Squawking angrily, the fairy dragon made a beeline towards the far side of my shoulder, away from Sung Hyunjae.

“I believe I’d asked that you refrain from antagonizing him, sir.”

“Simply a display of my charitability, wouldn’t you say. In fact–I’ve acquiesced to accept but a measly return on its inclusion, no. As part of my team.”

I could hear the faint sound of Gyeolie’s pained whinging. Good grief.

“I’ve yet to give my assent to it as his guardian, sir. Gyeolie doesn’t have to be involved, alright?”

Though Chatterbox wasn’t part of the Benign King’s faction, you never knew. He might end up becoming more curious about the fairy dragon’s unique existence. And on top of that, Gyeolie’d had a hand in the Benign King’s death as well… Had it been up to me, I absolutely would’ve ordered him to stay away from this, but Gyeolie could be stubborn as anything. He’d mentioned that me being forced to go by myself, was even more reason for him to follow along.

At first, he’d insisted that he could pretend to be a pet dragon, rather than a party member, in order to be allowed to accompany me. Though it wouldn’t have been possible anyway, on account of the invitation counting each dragonkin as an ‘individual’ as well.

“Director Han-nim, you doing alright?”

As the door swung open again, Moon Hyuna, then Song Taewon stepped into the break room as well.

“And Noah-ssi, ma’am?”

“He’s seeing Chatterbox’s envoys off. Volunteered for the role, saying it’d be better off to have him do it, than making Section Chief Song-nim.”

During the proceedings, Noah-ssi had displayed a diplomatic side that was leaps and bounds beyond my expectations, all considered. The French Hunter world displayed similarities to the Anglo-American one, after all; and in his capacity as the Vice Guild Leader to Liette, he’d been exposed to a vast amount of literature regarding legal proceedings, apparently. Practically speaking, he probably stood on par with Sung Hyunjae when it came to Korean(2) Hunters who could parley on even ground with the Hunters from that side.

Liette, well… Likely hadn’t seen a point in resolving matters with litigation, probably. Which meant that Noah-ssi was likely to have been burdened all the more, as a result.

“And what’s Sung Hyunjae gone and said now, to get our little dragon all puffed up like this.”

“I was in the midst of proposing to Director Han Yoojin-nim, you see.”

“Hyung-nim, someone who sees fit to pursue a person not even in the ballpark of their own zodiac cycle, is low-life scum.”(3)

Wearing a smile, Moon Hyuna took a seat next to me.

“He's barking mad, clearly. Though I am thirty, that matter aside.”

“That so? What d’you think about a younger partner, in that case?”

What was with the abrupt–, …then, my eyes locked with Hyuna-ssi’s. A smile still playing on her lips, her eyes slowly scanned down my person. ‘A younger partner’–that was to say–since I’d just mentioned being thirty, what she meant was……. Suddenly, it felt like the back of my neck had been set ablaze.

“Ah, c’mon, sir–I’ve said that you shouldn’t tease me like this, haven’t I.”

“Don’t like it, then?”

“I’m not opposed, but… At any rate. Ah, honestly.”

I got that it was just joking around, but it was still bad for my heart. When Hyuna-ssi was looking at me with that face, wearing that sort of expression, and talking about younger partners……..

“That’s right–Section Chief Song-nim seemed incredibly adept at navigating foreign Hunter laws as well. I was slightly taken aback.”

“...there had been a precedent set that necessitated familiarity with the subject matter.”

Song Taewon spoke, a sigh mingling with his words. Ah, so it had been because of Sung Hyunjae. As Sung Hyunjae made a quip about Section Chief Song-nim certainly being particularly adroit, playing the ‘I’m completely oblivious’ card, Moon Hyuna guffawed.

“Section Chief Song-nim definitely ended up taking the brunt of it, when Sung Hyunjae first began stirring up trouble overseas. There was even an instance when I gave them a lift on my private plane, in fact.”

“You had, Hyuna-ssi?”

“I’d needed to tend to a matter, and our paths happened to coincide along the way, y’see. And in the face of an incident caused by Sung Hyunjae, what could a poor government worker or Hunter Association staff member possibly hope to do to mitigate things, especially if they’re not an S-rank. So it all fell to Section Chief Song-nim, when it was all said and done. He used to be real adorable, back then. It might’ve only been for a brief period, but there was a time where even he used to wear the dazed expression of a lost child, too, would you believe?”

My apologies to Section Chief Song-nim, but I kind of wanted to be an audience to it, too. The first time Section Chief Song-nim had had to venture overseas on account of Sung Hyunjae–it must’ve been an incredibly disorienting time, being forced to meander like that.

“Hyuna-ssi, your English skills seemed to be outstanding as well.”

As Yoohyunie had ended up having to go on a Dungeon raid he’d been putting off, Yerimie had been projected to accompany me, alongside Noah-ssi. But saying unnie, I’ll conduct the Dungeon raid for you instead!, she had requested Hyuna-ssi look after me as a proxy.

“Despite the current state of my affairs, I’d received a lot of love calls from overseas too, y’know. Pre-Awakening, I mean.”

“...should I be applying myself as well, then, after all.”

“There’s no downside to it, really. And it’s fine to leave it to others for now, but you really should consider university still.”

Moon Hyuna spoke solemnly.

“Things being what they are, it’s a good idea for you to enroll. Feel free to push it off a while longer if the Party doesn’t pan out well, but barring that–unless you’ll face pushback for going, you should absolutely start attending.”

Saying that I should at least make an effort to begin preparations in spite of the year having nearly drawn to a close, she slung an arm around my shoulders.

“People may not be capable of achieving perfection, but it’s still a good idea to minimize the number of flaws one possesses. If you can whittle ‘em down, then you should reduce ‘em.”

“There’ll be talks of preferential treatment, most likely.”

“That’s all temporary. And besides, Hyung-nim is plenty deserving of preferential treatment, I reckon.”

Well, that’s. Should I actually be considering enrolling for real then, after all. Though there was still a bit of time left before the new year rolled over, it already felt anxiety-inducing. When was the cutoff for university applications, again. The testing season was over, so would it be around the time deposits were due, right now? They said that a lot of places had an open enrollment ongoing, nowadays. Because Yoohyunie had Awakened before hitting his third year of high school, I was murky on the details.

In the meanwhile, Noah-ssi had slipped into the break room as well.

“Noah-ssi, you’ve been working very hard.”

“Ah, it’s no trouble at all. And Yoojin-ssi, you’ve been exerting yourself a fair bit as well.”

Noah-ssi, too, had cleaned up nicely in a business suit. It fit him like a glove, honestly. To be frank, the term ‘nobility’ seemed to apply perfectly in this instance. And even then, he’d been as cutthroat as anything in the midst of actual negotiations. Once again, I felt immensely grateful for Noah-ssi’s involvement with the rearing facility.

But backtracking a bit–if I did come to enroll in university, did that mean Noah-ssi and I would end up becoming year-mates(4)?

“As it has been announced that the parameters for the Party are set to be released in three days’ time, please make certain to have concluded your preparations by then.”

Song Taewon informed all of us.

“The event location will be announced shortly, tomorrow.”

We’d received word ahead of time, through a representative. The place where Chatterbox’s party was set to take place was none other than the United States. I’d entertained the possibility, on account of all the threads leading back to that place, but to think it really would be held in the U.S..

“Hunter Sung Hyunjae–has Hunter Liette’s participation in this matter been confirmed?”

“Just so. Seeing as an SS-rank bow hangs in the balance, I imagine.”

“Section Chief Song-nim, would you be granted leave for this, sir? The U.S. is quite far, after all.”

“In light of Hunter YoonYoon’s presence, I believe it will be permitted.”

“Ah, that’s true.”

Since, even if it was taking place in the U.S., he could make it back to Korea in the blink of an eye. Then, it seemed YoonYoon would be making an excursion out to the United States, too. He probably hadn’t gone to the U.S. before, right? And it would be my first time there too, of course.

A brief discussion regarding the situation at hand stretched on for a bit longer, before it was decided that we should turn in early for the negotiations that would continue the following day.

And then, three days later, the details of Chatterbox’s Party were finally released.

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(1) this would be senior year of hs (~entrance exam period) for her, bc of the way korea’s educational system is laid out:

(2) yoojin makes it a point to identify noah, kang soyoung, and sung hyunjae as ‘korean Hunters’ re: their legal statuses/citizenship ambiguity (respectively), which is why he deliberately categorizes them as ‘domestic’ Hunters instead of ‘foreign’ whenever the subject comes up

(3) mha once again calling shj out on his questionable conduct, even if he’s being facetious in this instance, by framing it with the zodiac mention to put things in perspective:

because it mirrors situations frequently created by korean men in positions of power irl:

remember how both moon hyuna and yoojin pointed out shj’s ‘people collector’ hobby as being a distasteful facet of his personality? and shj himself mentioning how his attention wandered towards yoojin in the first place because of a prior interest in yoohyunie, until yh didn’t give him the reaction he wanted–which then evolved into inserting himself with yj for leverage instead, after finding out his connection to yh/yj’s potential usefulness. shj’s intervention turns out to be benevolent for narrative purposes, yes, but it’s a deliberate subversion of expectations because of how contrary it is:

the point i’m making–the author is repeatedly identifying shj’s one-sided ‘forced affection’ towards yoojin to be a negative trait in-verse, as that’s how it’s intended to be perceived by the audience, because a good amount their interactions are largely a portrayal of how power+age differentials get abused in korea’s confucian society, particularly when people (including readers) dismiss yoojin’s genuine discomfort in various scenes. ‘it’s the implication,’ as background social commentary for the intended audience. that's why mha also segues into talking about the importance of yj continuing his education, too.

similar situations come up frequently enough in korea, after all:

+ more on ‘sponsorships’ in footnotes for ch197

(4) footnote on 동기 in ch203

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snackara · 2 months ago

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Hey there! Sorry it took me so long, but I finally got my questions ready for your "Solomonar Chronicles"!

I remember that this series was inspired by how bad "Fantastic Beast" got after the first film. (which I get, the other two were such wasted potential) Is anything else from Harry Potter being used for inspiration for your series?

How did you come up with your character names?

Who would say is your favorite character that you made?

Do these characters get trauma like the ones in "Upon a Star?"

Are you going to do more Draconology Files? That one caught my interest the most since I'm studying dragon biology for a villain in my superhero story.

Would this be formatted like a regular book, or play out like a movie?

Is Solomonar Chronicles like a series with each chapter being an episode, or one large story broken up into chapters?

Why did you choose the 1920's for the setting? Its not a bad thing, I actually really enjoy stories set in that period. I'm just curious.

Will we see designs for the characters some day?

Any major villains coming up we should know about?

Are there other fantasy creatures in this world, or just dragons?

I was also curious about your "Dinosauroids Project" story too. I finished the first story of my "Visitors From Pangea" trilogy, so I'm curious how you would write a dinosaur based project.

In regards to original stories we're making, I'm currently creating one called "SuperZeroes", where its a story inspired by all the CBM I grew up with. Not sure if you're into heroes, but I was hoping I could share some stuff I have with you? At least while I'm still building the world and characters.

Thank you! 🐶

Oh hell yeah, ask away!

I took a lot of inspiration from problems I found in the world-building. If you want an in-depth look at the flaws in the Wizarding World, I highly recommend this video. It’s very long, but very good. The main flaw I wanted to tackle with this series is the whole Statue of Secrecy, and how it’s more harmful than helpful for mages and non-mages alike. Also this is not a Harry Potter thing, but weirdly enough Deadpool and Wolverine had a heavy influence on the story.

I looked up lists of common names from the 1920s and picked out some that stood out to me for first and last names. Except for Atticus and Clara. Those two just sort of came to me.

Either Atticus or Jesse, it’s a tough choice. On one hand you have Atticus ,who’s deeply traumatized and scarred but over the course of the story slowly heals and finding good in the world again. And on the other is Jesse, who’s just an absolute sweetheart and so supportive of his lover.

Oh heavens no…it’s so much worse in this series. Just look at Atticus.

Yes, I have a couple in my drafts I’ve been meaning to work on.

Im hoping to get it published as a real book series someday, so it’s formatted like a normal novel.

More like a larger story broken up into chapters, for the most part.

Mainly because that was when the Fantastic Beasts trilogy was set. I’ll probably tie it into the themes of the story better with prohibition and the non-mage government, but for now that’s it. Shallow? Yeah. But it works.

I’ve been digging through concept art to use as references lately. So far the pickings are a little slim for how I envision dragons, but I still have some stuff.

Edward Donahue. He’s basically the head of the mage CIA but somehow worse (Keepers), is the strongest believer in keeping non-mages and mages separate, and oh yeah basically started all of this by killing William Torrence and burning half of Atticus’ face off. So yeah, not a great guy.

There are plenty. I’m not sure how I’ll fit them in at the moment, but they will appear, because I have some interesting interpretations. One fun idea I have is making fairies more like bugs than tiny humans.

It’s based of a theory originally created back in the 1980s by David Russell which explores the question of “What if dinosaurs never went extinct and involved human-like intelligence?” It’s a really fascinating concept that I’m surprised more people haven’t picked up on. My own story is based on concept art created by C.M. Koseman and Simon Roy. Unfortunately I don’t have a solid story yet, just some worldbuilding stuff.

Yes please

And thank you for the asks!

#mageborns #solomonars chronicles #atticus torrence #jesse lawson #clara hawthorne #florence morrison #edward donahue

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fountainpenguin · 10 months ago

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"And honestly, I think you're fine! I mean, you're beautiful... about 84% of the time!" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 21 - “Heat (Martyn, BigB)”

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A frustrated Martyn is left alone to babysit the Fox Dragon’s eggs. He texts Grian, Scott, Cleo, Mumbo, and Ren, then gets in three fights within an hour.

Meanwhile, BigB checks if Impulse's new farm designs are ethical for the villagers involved and Bdubs walks in on a dynamic that catches him off guard. Huzzah for server hub politics!

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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InTheLittleWood - Phantom

Status: Bored

Acting captain of New Star Station's phantom hybrid flock

💙 🧡 💚

"Iron… water… charcoal… salt… Ugh." Martyn leans all his weight against the lab table, blowing his lips. "Wow, this would be so much easier if I had an admin panel- none of this back-and-forth rabble. Why don't I ever look these things up when I'm on-server?"

The fox eggs, being eggs, don't respond. Martyn had to peel his eyes from them to focus his attention on the lab table, though he keeps his tail resting on the ground, lightly wrapped around the nearest one. If someone flutters down on the flock roost platform, he'll hear them. And if someone creeps on tiptoes across the landing, the vibration will rattle up his spine. He's a great caretaker. This is going just swell.

And it's not a bad gig, actually, stuck up here on the clock tower... so long as you don't mind the squawking and banter of parrot hybrids in the southern park whose voices carry back all this way. Let them sing you the song of their people; we're all sparky-frustrated up here in Between. Gods, that stupid moon.

Grian: i maen its no surprise if its rough. wild phantom idle ambiance uses live young w/o eggs or nests. the hybrids were the same back in my world Grian: well undead young but ykwim Grian: like its your bat side and not your vulture side is what im saying Grian: or whatever else you are InTheLittleWood: k InTheLittleWood: thanks g Grian: yeah sure InTheLittleWood: wait how do undead hybrid babies work? Grian: ? were you born alive? InTheLittleWood: ?? I thought I was? I was adopted as an egg tho, I didn't hatch in Linda's nest. Never thought to ask "Hey Mum and Dad, was I born alive?"

He pats the nearby eggs as Grian starts to type. Should he put his crocs back on? Is it rude to put your smelly feet up on a spawn egg? They can't sense that, right? Nah… They're not even born yet. The very beginnings of a soul might be in there (Maybe? He's not sure how it works), but they only hatch once an account links up to them. This clutch only has a few dozen eggs.

Martyn rests his hands on his stomach, counting down the ticking seconds. Thousands and thousands of eggs hatch every day, more or less in the order they were laid by one of the 98 dragons across Between. Sometimes siblings and camera twins are born the same species. Sometimes another dragon dropped a few of her own in a nest at the same time, so there's a split.

On rare occasion, two souls bundle in a single egg- That's where you get identical twins like Grian and Two. How much longer before these foxes start spawning? It can't be long now.

Gods, imagine if every single one hatches two souls… That'll be at least 60, 70, 80 fox hybrids scampering around up here. I should probably take them down to ground level. The base of the tower is a big empty room, offering nothing but the stairs and the doorway out.

Grian: i think mumbo said the phantom dragon carries the eggs in her throat pouch Grian: its what the alligator dragon does and she lives in the swamp near mumbo's spawner with joels mom InTheLittleWood: Suddenly I think I owe my parents some cards and gifts. I knew adopting phantoms was rare but I didnt realize grabbing an egg probably means crawling inside Linda's mouth and escaping before she bites you, geez 😳 InTheLittleWood: unless they just got my egg right after it was laid Grian: when the spawnlings hatch they eat the souls shes been carrying in there Grian: lol Grian: i mean mumbo got paid the big $ to do egg stealing runs, its why he had the last allay aggs Grian: eggs

Martyn lifts his brows, staring at his comm screen. If you measure by years instead of levels, he's older than Mumbo. Mumbo definitely didn't grab his egg, but how weird would that be? You marry the man who kidnapped you as a baby… That's just weird.

Granted, he does hail from a well-off family. The term "well-off" is ambiguous when you're off-server, but the gist is that his parents actually do have diamonds whereas most of Between's natural resources have been picked over out in the wild.

Growing up, he always just assumed his parents ended up with a phantom egg because that's what they bid for when the adventurers - usually, but not always wandering traders - went out on adoption runs to the dragon nests. His mum's an otter hybrid and his dad's a raven: a rare predator and a rare scavenger most people don't even know are native in the game.

Otter code was prepped for Minecraft Dungeons, but never made it beyond early concepts. Nonetheless, they exist. They're called a Tweenborn mob- something meant to exist, but never truly crossed into one of the main dimensions. Ravens actually did make it into the Dungeons spin-off, but only went public as cosmetic pets. You don't fight them, but they hang around anyway.

Most people thought his parents were modded and would do a double-take if they ever mentioned the Otter Dragon or Raven Dragon, who rarely get the mental pings to build nests and lay eggs. Growing up, they used to introduce Martyn as "their phantom kid" and urge him to show the wings and his baby fangs.

Was I a trophy kid? he wonders now. He wouldn't put it past them. Love his parents he may, but they did chase a lot of status symbols. Being rich enough to afford what must've been a wizard-level egg retrieval - potentially from the depths of Linda's gular pouch - may have been too good to resist.

Martyn stares a little more, rubbing his thumb across the edge of his communicator. I haven't seen my parents since before my EVO days. Maybe he should go. He can fly fast and be back in a snap. Would Scott allow that?

I guess it doesn't hurt to ask.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

#trafficblr #Martyn InTheLittleWood #bigbst4tz2 #ZombieCleo #Grian #Zombiewood #Ahasbands #MumboJumbo #BigB #'Shirtless Martyn flopped on floor surrounded by dragon eggs & feeling sorry for himself' is my favorite genre #Dog's Life #Dog's Life art #fic announcement #ridwriting #mcyt #apparently art #I have a lot of favorite chapters but this one for sure #If you've never seen the movie this song comes from... perhaps consider it. it's a ride to be sure...

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ejzah · 10 months ago

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 27

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Kensi stayed for dinner and while Deeks cleaned up. Over the course of the evening, Caleb slowly opened up a little more, even breaking a couple of smiles.

Deeks thought at least a part of his continued reserved behavior came down to embarrassment. While Deeks appreciated that Caleb recognized what he did was wrong, he also didn’t want him to wallow in guilt.

When he had finished cleaning the few dishes used for the pizza, and packed up the half-finished meal he’d started, Deeks made his way into the den. He found Kensi and Caleb with their backs to the door, bent over a book. He stayed in the doorway watching them interact, and listened to the rise and fall of Kensi’s voice more than the words.

“Wait, did you forget to read the fine print!!!!” Kensi exclaimed.

“They ate spicy salsa on accident and now it’s going to make them breathe fire,” Caleb announced in between giggles. “And then the whole house is gonna burn down.”

Deeks smiled as he recognized one of Caleb’s most favorite books. Even if it had be a crappy couple of days, he had a lot to be grateful for. Mainly the two people crouched over a book about dragons. He waited for them to finish before interrupting with a gentle clearing of this throat.

“Hey kiddo, it’s getting close to bedtime,” he said, and both Kensi and Caleb’s heads swiveled towards him.

“We were having so much fun, we completely lost track of time,” Kensi said, nudging Caleb with her knee. “I better get home. Have good night, ok?”

“Ok. Thanks for reading with me, Kensi.” He dipped his head, peeking up from under his bangs. “Can I hug you?”

“Of course.” Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms as tightly as he could around Kensi, clinging to her for several long moments. When he let go, Kensi brushed his hair back with a fond smile that made Deeks’ chest ache in a way that wasn’t physical. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Kensi,” he said.

“I’ll walk you out,” Deeks offered. “I’ll be back in a couple, buddy.”

Caleb nodded, turning back to the small pile of books and trains scattered nearby.

“Ugh.” Deeks rubbed his palms over his face as he and Kensi reached the front door. “This is not how I imagined today going.”

“Hey, we’re all going to have bad days. Compared to some of my other relationships, this is actually not that bad.

“Very reassuring.” Holding out his hand, Deeks waited for Kensi to thread her fingers through his. “I should have told you about Monica sooner,” he added.

“Yeah,” Kensi agreed. “But I also understand why you didn’t.” She sighed, her smile a little melancholy. “Exes are hard. Especially when there are kids involved.” She tugged lightly on his hand. “Let me know if you need anything. Talk, yell, cry. I’m here and I promise not to judge.” She nodded. “Well, not too much.”

Deeks chuckled, and shook his head. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” she told him, leaning in for a brief kiss. “Good luck with your talk.”

Deeks shut the door behind Kensi, dragging both hands through his hair. He’d been thinking about how to approach this conversation all evening, and still wasn’t settled on what to say. He walked back to the den; Caleb had cleaned up everything, with more care than usual.

“I’m ready to go to bed,” Caleb announced.

“Come here for a minute,” Deeks said, sitting in one of the chairs, and Caleb hung his head, shuffling over reluctantly. He stopped with his still lowered, which just made Deeks want to wrap him up in a big hug. He pulled Caleb onto his lap, settling him on one knee.

“Kensi said you told her you were upset about mom and that’s why you got mad and threw the block. Is that true?”

Caleb shrugged once, and then gave a single jerk of his head, still not looking up. Deeks gently tipped his chin up. The were the sheen of tears in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“I don’t know.” Another shrug.

“You know you can tell me anything,” Deeks reminded him. Caleb didn’t respond, so he prompted. “Why are you upset about mom coming to visit?”

“Because you always get sad when she does,” Caleb answered, with a hint of sadness and bitterness, which had no place in a five year old’s voice. “I like it when we’re happy. And I like having Kensi here, and I don’t want it to change.”

Deeks blinked at him in shock for a moment as he processed everything Caleb had just revealed. He’d tried to conceal his true feelings about Monica, but apparently he hadn’t been as successful as he thought.

“Hey, first of all, you do not have to worry about how I’m feeling, Caleb. That’s not your job, ok? If you wanna see mom, then that’s what we’re going to do. It doesn’t matter how it makes me feel.” He tapped Caleb’s chin, until he made eye contact again.

“Secondly, mom coming back isn’t going to change anything with Kensi,” he said.

“You promise?” Caleb whispered hopefully.

“Yeah, I do.” He let that sink in for a few seconds. “So, what do you think about mom visiting again while she’s here?”

Caleb considered the question with a tilt of his head. “I don’t know. I have to think about it.”

“That’s fine. It’s always good to think about things before you make a decision,” Deeks said approvingly. As they talked, Caleb had slowly melted into his chest. He could tell he was fading fast.

“Hey, one more thing.” Deeks rested his hand on Caleb’s back. “I know you weren’t feeling like yourself when you threw that toy today at school, but that can’t happen again, ok?”

Caleb nodded into his chest, sniffling a little.

“It’s never ok to hurt people, even when we have really big feelings. If you feel like you did today again, you come talk to me, or Kensi, or another grown up,” he told him.

“Ok. I’m sorry, daddy.”

“I forgive you. We still gotta make it right though, so tomorrow I want you to apologize to your friend, and Kensi.”

“That’s all?” Caleb asked in surprise.

“First time offender,” Deeks joked, hugging Caleb tighter. “It happens again though, there’s gonna be more consequences. Like losing privileges.”

“Ok,” Caleb whispered again, curling his fingers into Deeks’ shirt.

“Love you, kiddo.” Kissing the top of his head, Deeks held him closer. A few minutes more wouldn’t hurt.

***

A/N: And of course, the book referenced in this chapter is the wonderful “Dragons Love Tacos” by Adam Rubin and Daniel Salmieri. It’s been a staple for me ever since Eric read it during one of his story time videos.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #Caleb Deeks #angst #drama #fluff #in Miss Blye’s Class #part 27 #au #ejzah fanfiction

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That Dragon Au Part 11

We get closer to figuring out what's wrong and there's more shopping involved XD @cafecourage

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Chapter 11: The Doctor Explains

"Hello." Enno smiles at the doctor.

"What do you need me to do?" They said, fidgeting a bit. "If you need to take blood, I recommend my left arm in the elbow, that's where it's normally drawn."

The doctor looks at them, horrified. "Why on earth would we need your blood?"

The nurse also pauses what she's doing before continuing. She has a schedule she has to catch up on.

The doctor puts a hand on her heart. "Oh my goodness... you poor dear, what have they put you through. We take good care of your kind here, I promise. We just need a saliva sample and a bit of your magic. Do we have permission to take these tests?"

"Ah- Sorry, that's how things are where I come from." Enno blushed out of embarrassment, wanting to crawl into a hole. "Of course you can take the tests." The nurse gave them something to spit into. Enno did exactly that and handed it back with little fanfare.

The nurse still has yet to regain some of the color on her face, yet she gives away nothing of her thoughts. The nurse leaves with a clipboard and promises to come back with a replenisher in the meantime. Whatever that means.

The doctor sends the saliva sample with her and takes out a piece of what appeared to be felt. She holds it out to Enno. "Infuse your magic with this please and we'd be able to figure out the problem soon enough when we get the results of the tests."

Enno panics but nods, taking the felt. They take a deep breath. Since yesterday, they were hesitating to use any magic. The lack of control felt substantial but Enno didn’t want that to be public knowledge despite what the test might show. Enno felt the sparks of their magic becoming small bolts that weaved into the piece of fabric. They felt weak by the end of it, even if they were just doing that. But it wasn't that bad, it just felt like the previous morning.

The doctor notices the change in their position and the amount of energy that it took. She hums and takes the felt back, noting the color as well. "Thank you. We'll be back shortly. The nurse should come back with that replenisher."

Enno nods. "Thank you."

They lean on the bed frame, still a bit tired from waking up not too long ago. They hoped for an easy solution to this problem.

They end up waiting for a while. The nurse appears around an hour later. She's significantly less frazzled than before. "Ok. The doctor is still looking over the results and is trying to look for the best solution for your problem. I have the replenisher right here. Drink this and then eat this piece of bread. It shouldn't be taken on an empty stomach."

She leaves them on the table next to them. "If you have any questions please, feel free to ring the bell beside your bed and we'll come in as quickly as we can to take care of you."

"Thank you." Enno ate the bread and took the potions. "I don't want to seem impatient but out of pure curiosity, do you know how long it will take?"

They also wanted to make sure Wind didn't come down looking for them.

The nurse hums and turns to pick up a few more things before she turns back to them. "I can’t say. Sometimes it can be thirty minutes, sometimes it can be up to 5 hours, unfortunately. It really depends on the severity of the condition, if there is one at all. But I'll check in and see if there's any progress."

"Ok. Thank you." They really hoped it wasn't the 5 hour option. They promised to take Wind out. Enno didn't want him to be disappointed that he couldn't go out when the group likely leaves the next day.

Another hour passes and there's a knock at the door.

A familiar blond head enters, followed by a shorter blond head.

"Hey Enno." Legend gives a two fingered salute. "Heard through the grapevine you kicked butt yesterday. Congrats."

Twilight rolls his eyes. "The Captain sends his regards. He told us to make sure you actually ate something other than cookies."

"Hey guys long time no see." Enno perks up a bit "Yeaaaaah about that."

They assumed at this point (with the long waiting period) the condition might be worse than they thought. "Tests are running at the moment so I've been here all morning. I haven't really left to go eat. Had food but not much." They sighed. "I also promised Wind we would leave to pick up something today which I'm more disappointed about."

"Yeah, Wind found us." Twilight smiled a bit. "We already explained that it would take longer than you expected. He knows. He's waiting."

"Eat." Legend brings out the tray. "There's cheese and bread with tea and some sausages we manage to sneak past the kitchen."

Enno’s heart breaks as they start eating, "I hope it's not that much longer. The wait is killing me slowly. The more time passes the worst of the condition it seems."

"We don't think so." Twilight shrugs. "We can't stay for long though. Just enough to get you to eat something."

"Yeah.. something about a security breach." Legend groans. "So they're suspicious of anyone trying to come in."

"We'll let Wind know that you're just waiting." Twilight takes the food tray. "He's worried they're poking you with needles and drills."

"Tell him I'm fine, please? I wish I had your optimism right now." Enno said, leaning their side back onto the bed frame "I'll ask for an update if a nurse comes in but I don't want to bother them any more than necessary."

Legend gives another two fingered salute. "Will do. Don't die and all that jazz."

Twilight flicks the back of Legend's head. "We'll be back in a bit if you're not out yet. Ask for that update."

"I don't think I have a choice with death but like I'll try not to." Enno smiles weakly and waves them off. As soon as the door closed, they flopped onto their back with another sigh.

Thirty more minutes pass and the doctor comes back in. "So we have the results. I just have a few questions, if you don't mind answering them. Are these symptoms new? Have they persisted longer than two weeks? And how exactly have you been managing through them?"

Enno sits up. "Kind of? It's honestly a long story, but I will try to make it short."

They sighed again and began to mess with their hands. "My partner is Captain Link and I was originally Human. Cia threw a fit at the Ball and the morning after in the throne room. There she turned me into a dragon with what I was told by Lana later, a transmutation spell. When I was human I had a blood sugar issue, which is why I thought you guys would need it. It showed the same symptoms other than the need to eat food or take insulin. Yesterday me, my partner and our adopted son decided to take a family day out and that's when I started to feel those same symptoms. Link said my magic was low and we got a magic potion to refill it. Since I already knew what to look out for when I was human, I thought it might have been something similar which led me here today."

They awkwardly looked down, kind of feeling weird to have this come to light. "Lana said she was looking for a cure to turn me back to a human fully, but I don't know how long that will take."

The doctor pauses. "So this ...is common... for you, then?"

She blinks with a sigh. She pinches the bridge of her nose, muttering. "I don't get paid enough for this.”

"You really don't." Enno shifts uncomfortably in their spot. “I haven't had magic until a few days ago. But yes it was common at the time.”

She puts the clipboard under her arm and takes the extra seat by the bed. “I merely ask because you seem to show signs of chronic magicilial syndrome."

Enno tilts their head. “What exactly is chronic magicilial syndrome?"

The doctor shifts her hands to the ponytail behind her head and tightens it. "Chronic magicilial syndrome is an issue within the magic reserves of those who should be or are capable of magic. It's more common in species where magic is an inherited trait but we have seen some hylian cases. Essentially, the body, with time, should be able to keep magic reserves up with little to no issue until it is used. However there's an issue with a special gland where it consumes the magical properties of a person. Like filling up a bucket with a hole in it, your body might have some trouble from time to time with keeping up with a demand to keep reserves full. In this case it can lead to fatigue, abnormal appetite, loss of motor coordination and mental cognitive ability."

She sits on the bed next to them and looks Enno in the eye. "I'm going to be honest with you. There's very little to no cure. You might need to take supplements for this issue for the rest of your life, unless Lana, like you mentioned, could revert you. But I have my doubts. The best case scenario is to remove the gland which is a low risk surgery to which case you would be able to keep magic levels at the standard threshold afterwards should recovery follow as should. Otherwise, there's very little we can do other than prescribe a daily or ‘take as needed’ scheduled intake of magic enhancing or sustaining supplements. From there you would need to do a few more tests to see if you're Type A or D in order to prescribe the right medication but the choice is yours."

"Well at least there is a surgery." Enno takes a deep breath before they can curse their original illness. "I think for now I would like to know which type I am. I would like to think about it before I go for the surgery. I know it's low risk but still..."

They also wanted Warrior's thoughts on the matter.

The doctor nods, writing it on her clipboard. "We'd need to take a few more samples for that. There's a good and bad part of it. Bad news is that it takes longer to find out and we need the fluid from the gland itself. The good news is that we won't need to keep you here. The results should be ready in about eighteen hours after collection. Would you be able to come in tomorrow to discuss it? And I recommend bringing someone with you so that someone else is aware of what's happening."

"I will bring someone tomorrow." Enno nodded in agreement, hoping the group doesn't have to leave first thing tomorrow.

"What do I need to do for the last sample?" Enno was already tired of waiting. They wanted to leave and go shopping with Wind.

"We need to get a sample of fluid from the gland which should be in between the shoulder blades." The doctor explains. "It's a fairly annoying procedure, unfortunately. The pain is minimal and only lasts for about five seconds as we inject a needle into it and pull the needed sample. It's over very quickly."

She stands up. "I need to go get the supplies for it but you should be out of here soon enough. Thank you for being so patient. Our labs are going a bit haywire after the dragon attack last night."

She leaves the room.

Enno relaxers. They can get through needles. Needles are something they’re used to. They were never put into their back but they were sure they could deal with it.

Ten minutes later the nurse returns. "Take your shirt off please and turn away. It's going to feel like a pinch and then we'll be all done."

She takes out the needle and syringe, waiting for them to disrobe.

Enno turned as instructed and took their shirt off. They sat back on the bed quickly. They go through the motions of relaxing themselves, closing their eyes and waiting for the pinch. When it came, they bite their tongue in order to not flinch. Enno held it there and waited until the nurse gave them the ok.

The pinch went deeper than they thought it would. It almost burned for a second before they noticed that the nurse had already finished. She takes small cloth and walks back to them, cleaning up the spot and bandaging it. "That'll do it."

She taps their shoulder to let them know that they can put their shirt back on. "You're free to go now. Come back before sun down tomorrow and the results should be ready by then. Take care, Your Lordship."

The nurse then leaves.

“Thank you!” Enno called after the nurse then put their shirt back on. They were quick to get out of there and look for Wind. They doubted that he was in the dining room again so they went to the bedroom where Warrior said he would be all day.

They found Warrior hunched over his desk with his hand in his hair as he wrote out what appears to be a full length novel. He looks over when he hears the door close.

Warrior visibly brightens when he sees them. "Welcome back Sweetheart! Did everything go ok? Did they figure it out?"

Enno looked around the room for Wind. “Yeah, we need to talk about it later. First, I’m looking for Wind. Do you know where he went after the dining room?” They walked over to him and hugged him from behind. “Sorry to interrupt you.”

"Feel free to interrupt me anytime." Warrior hugs them back, twisting and turning to kiss their cheek. "I'm bored as hell. This sucks."

He chuckled and settled back down in his chair. "Wind should be with Twilight and Sky. They said they were going to train him in the gardens while he waited for you. Try to get some of his energy out. It's better than being cooped up in here with me, poor kid."

Enno leaned down to give him a proper kiss. “Remind me to tell you about the doctor’s visit later, please. I’m heading out again. Love you.” They let go slowly this time before pausing. “Oh, did you give Wind money just in case we find something?”

Warrior kissed them again since he had the chance. "Nope. Poor kid took off without it."

He pointed to the vanity. "It's in the black pouch."

Enno went and grabbed the pouch. Then they moved to the stuff they had bought and took a magic potion from yesterday.

Warrior watched them grab the items and sat back down with little fanfare. "Be safe. Have fun. Be back in time for dinner."

“Thank you. We will be back!” Enno called out and rushed out the door. They power walked down the hall, jumping a few steps at a time. They quickly made their way to the gardens after asking some maids.

“Wind?” They called out.

"Hit it harder, Wind." They could hear Twilight say. "Don’t be afraid to go all out."

"But what if I hurt you?"

"That's what the shield is for." Sky pipes up. "Come on Wind, you can do it. Just one more time then we'll take a break."

They followed the sound to see the sparring session in progress. “Instead of a break, do you mind if I steal him away?”

They walked into the session with their arms crossed, smiling proudly that Wind seems to be getting better.

“How are you feeling?” Sky asks, looking over at them.

“Itching to get going already. I waited longer than I thought I would in the center.”

Wind drops the sword and runs to Enno, not wanting to wait any longer either. "Let's go!!"

Wind waves to the other boys. "Thanks for helping me! We'll be back!"

"Be safe."

"Have fun."

The other boys both call out. Wind doesn't hesitate to start pulling Enno out of the castle gardens.

Enno was laughing as they waved goodbye.

“Remember we are going to that store again. We are looking for a magic chest for your dad.” They reminded Wind when they got into town, swinging their hands together, way more happy now that they were finally out and about.

Wind holds their hand tightly and looks around the streets. "Does it have to be magic though? He's never cared much for it before."

Wind starts taking the lead, pulling you along. "In any case, I think there's a shop nearby that sells furniture but if we don't find anything I know that there's a carpenter in the city and we can commission something."

“It doesn’t have to be. I don’t know if something normal can fit all of the stuff though.” Enno said, thinking about it. “Let’s go to the furniture shop first and see if we can find anything. It’s probably the best place to look for this type of stuff.”

Wind nods and takes them along. He's quiet this time and eventually finds the shop.

They both head inside and Wind let go of their hand. "What exactly are we looking for again?"

“A chest or something to store everything in.” Enno said, looking around, not really knowing what could work. “We basically need storage for Warriors.”

They went to look at some of the chests to see if one of them could work.

Wind nods and breaks off for a moment. He wanted to stay close enough so Enno was still able to see him but he also had an idea to buy something. And he needed to be able to do it sneakily.

They looked over and let Wind do what he wanted. They assumed he was realizing how boring it was. They were also like that at his age.

The biggest chest they found at the store still wouldn’t work, but they weren’t the best at spatial awareness.

Wind wandered a little bit further into the store and found some beds and dressers... a few display vanities. Nothing much of interest to a preteen boy.

He starts knocking on a few of them and tries to remember the color of the other furniture in the room.

He hums to himself. "Warrior also mentioned a desk.... would they have that here too?"

He goes to investigate.

Enno finally found something. Ironically it's an ottoman and a magic chest. It seems like it would match the room perfectly. They checked the price and while it was expensive, with quick math Enno figured out that they could afford it. They’re quick to get the shop owner over and ask to buy it. They had a suspicion that they should get Wind’s opinion but they were happy just to find something. The owner said he would deliver it by the evening.

Wind was still looking around while they were talking to the owner. He found a few things that would be interesting but he also figured that you just needed something, it didn’t matter what it was. He debated on calling Warrior and to get a second opinion. Wind passed something that could work. "Oh, this looks nice."

Once Enno was done, they looked around to store now as they waited for Wind to finish. They thought about what else they could do before dinner. Enno briefly thought about getting Warrior flowers but they weren’t sure if people do that in Hyrule.

Wind rounds the corner, lost in thought before he sees them and brightens again. He makes it to their side quickly. "All done?"

"Yep! What about you, Sailor?" Enno asked, instantly putting their arm around him in a hug.

"Yup!" Wind grins wildly. "Anywhere else you want to go now?"

Enno hummed. “I was thinking about getting the Captain some flowers. Sometimes partners give each other bouquets. I figured he has been attempting to court me through dragon means, so why not do something a little human?”

Wind barks out a laugh before shoving it back down his throat. "Attempting."

He can't stop the giggles however. "I think he'd like that a lot. Make his space a bit more lively."

They ruffled Wind's hair. “Hey I don’t know how Dragons court! I can’t tell!” Letting go, Enno took the kid’s hand and walked out of the store. “Lead the way then.”

Wind continues giggling. "It's this way."

Wind skips a bit and swings their hands as they walk. "His favorite color is yellow by the way."

"Thank you for the insider information. I was going to get red roses." Eno let Wind lead again since he knows where to go. "I'll see what the florist can do."

"Why red?" Wind tilts his head. He takes a left turn. "He also likes daffodils but he'd never tell you."

"I don't know what started it. Red Roses are just something you give to your partners I think?" Enno shrugged, not knowing how to explain it. Some things just happened back home that were universally accepted. It’s not like Enno ever stopped to think about why, nor would they have asked.

Wind hummed along. "....Is this something Pinky would know?"

"I- I mean if she knows why red roses are a trend? I'm sure not but you can ask?"

He turned around another corner and they both could easily see the florist shop. "They're a bit expensive here depending on what you get. Sometimes they like to enchant the flowers with temporary spells. Lana took me here once. They were cool."

Enno kept the rest of what he said in mind. "I just want something simple, he is swamped with work. I just hope it cheers him up."

They started looking around the different types of flowers that the shop had to offer.

Wind lets go of them again, letting them look for their own thing. He didn't really feel drawn to flowers if he's being honest with himself and he can't find this purchase as easily as the other one. That being said, Warrior has been under a lot of stress ever since they got here. He hoped that Enno was right about the flowers cheering him up.

Enno allowed Wind to wander around and went to speak to the florist. They wanted to let them know what they were looking for and that they would prefer yellow daffodils. The two of them went around the store to look at some of the premade options. There were some Enno really liked but they wanted to know all the options first. There weren't many at least. Their favorite at this point was a mix of white flowers with yellow on the inside and yellow daffodils with a mix of tulips.

Wind looked at the options and looked at Enno’s reactions. The flourist could tell they were on the fence just as much as he could. They smiled kindly and gestured to the opposite wall. "You can always create your own bouquet if you'd like if the premade ones aren't to your liking."

Wind taps their wrist three times, giving away nothing to the shop owner. He hoped Enno got the message, It’s a trap. Even if it was nothing they had discussed prior. Wind just smiled back at the owner and thanked them.

Enno however, was clueless. They didn't know why Wind did that but they were able to assume that something wasn’t normal. "Ah- While that is a good idea we are in a time crunch. Right sweetheart?"

They looked down and smiled at Wind. He smiled back. Enno then took a look at the flowers they liked again and saw the price. Not that much in comparison if they had to be honest. "If anything this is perfect."

Rummaging around a bit, Enno gave her the exact change (plus a bit more just in case tax), before taking Wind's hand with theirs and the bouquet in the other.

“Thank you for your help." They smiled politely and waved goodbye as best they could.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #dragon au #lu warrior #technically #linked universe x oc #except not really

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