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Rem as an NPC

Rem is an NPC in Elden Ring with a quest line that players can complete in order to gain some valuable items. Rem is a denizen of Caelid and former confidant of the Demigod, General Radahn, on a journey to say goodbye to the past and slay those responsible for the loss of his home. He wears a unique armor set and veil, has the silvery skin of a Nightfolk, silver hair and bright golden eyes. Progress through his quest line to unlock him as an NPC Summon Cooperator during specific boss battles.

Rem can also be encountered as an NPC Invader. He will invade the player near the Impassable Greatbridge in Caelid at any time of day. He wears light armor, wields a curved greatsword with a unique skill and uses the Staff of Loss to cast night sorceries.

LOCATIONS IN ELDEN RING

Rem can first be found near the Rotview Balcony site of grace, just past the Smoldering Church.

He can be found by the Chair-Crypt of Sellia site of grace, after the Nox Swordstress & Nox Priest boss fight.

When Redmane Castle is in Festival mode, Rem can be found in the courtyard. He can be summoned for the boss fight against Starscourge Radahn.

He will show up to the festival regardless of being interacted with previously, wherein he will then introduce himself if you speak with him.

His dialogue here is different depending on how well he knows the Tarnished at this point.

After the battle with Radahn, Rem can be found in the Wailing Dunes, near the Starscourge Radahn site of grace. Exhaust his dialogue here to attain his summon sign in the War-Dead Catacombs.

At the completion of the dungeon, Rem will be found standing by the entrance.

He can be found in the underground Uhl Palace Ruins, near the Ainsel River Sluice site of grace.

Sellia, Town of Sorcery. Standing by an illusory tree, near the Sellia Backstreets site of grace. He will be at this location upon defeating Astel, Naturalborn of the Void.

You do not have to summon him to proceed with his quest. He will have different dialogue for the player dependent on if he was summoned or not.

Lastly, he can be found in Elphael, near the Roots of the Haligtree sight of grace.

This NPC moves.

This NPC can be fought.

If defeated as an NPC, drops: 6,000 runes & the Nox Descendant Set. You do not attain his great sword or special head gear if you fight him.

If defeated as an Invader, drops: Numen Rune, Preserving Bolous x3, & Redmane Earring Talisman.

NPC SUMMON BOSS FIGHTS

Nox Swordstress & Nox Priest: Rem’s summon sign can be found in Sellia, Town of Sorcery, just before the fog wall to face this boss.

Starscourge Radahn: His summon sign can be found within the boss arena.

Putrid Tree Spirit: Rem can be summoned for this boss within the War-Dead Catacombs after the defeat of Starscourge Radahn.

Dragonkin Soldier of Nokstella: Rem’s summon sign becomes available after the defeat of Starscourge Radahn.

Astel, Naturalborn of the Void: Rem’s summon sign can be found beside the Stake of Marika before the fog wall.

HOW TO COMPLETE REM'S QUEST

Questline Objectives:

Rem can be found lingering by the Rotting Shack, near the Rotview Balcony site of grace in Caelid. Exhaust all his dialog and rest at a site of grace to proceed with his quest.

Proceed along the Caelid Highway and head for Sellia, Town of Sorcery to the north. Light all 3 braziers located throughout the ghost town to access the boss: Nox Swordstress & Nox Priest. Upon lighting the 3rd brazier, Rem’s summon sign will be available for the duo boss. After the battle, speak with him before proceeding.

Rem will next be encountered in Redmane Castle, right before the boss fight with Starscourge Radahn. Speaking to him, he will reminisce and even speak of the castellan, Jaren. His dialogue here will differ depending on if you have previously met. If not, he will simply introduce himself.

If the player previously met Rem, they will receive a consumable item from him as a gift. [Boiled Crab]

After the boss battle with Starscourge Radahn, Rem will be found lingering by the Wailing Dunes site of grace. Speak to him, exhausting all of his dialogue before next heading north through the Wailing Dunes to the War-Dead Catacombs.

Rem will be available as an NPC Summon cooperator for the fight against the Putrid Tree Spirit.

After completing the War-Dead Catacombs, warp back to the entrance where you will find Rem standing by the entrance. Speak with him and you will attain the Mourner’s Veil, a unique headpiece. He will no longer be wearing this veil after gifting it to the player. Upon resting at a site of grace Rem will have moved on to his next location.

You will next find Rem underground, near Nokstella at the Ainsel River Sluice site of grace. Talking to Rem allows him to be an NPC Summon in two battles: Dragonkin Soldier of Nokstella, & Astel, Naturalborn of the Void.

Players can reach Nokstella by traveling through the Ainsel River Main, or by using the waygate in Renna’s Rise (through Ranni’s quest).

Upon beating Astel, Naturalborn of the Void fast travel to the Sellia Backstreets site of grace to progress Rem’s quest. He will be here regardless of if you summoned him for the battle against Astel or not. His dialogue here will differ depending on if you did or didn’t summon him.

Before he departs, Rem will gift the player with the Ash of War: Mist Dance.

Rem will then move to Elphael, Brace of the Haligtree. The player will encounter him in a room southeast of the Roots of the Haligtree site of grace. He will be found leaning against a wall, in poor shape. Exhaust all of his dialog. You will then be rewarded with Rem’s Greatsword & a Somber Ancient Dragon Smithing Stone.

IMPORTANT: Should the player defeat Malenia before progressing Rem’s quest to the point of him reaching Elphael, his quest chain will stop at Sellia. It is important to progress Rem’s quest before facing Malenia if you wish to reach the end of his quest and receive the final rewards.

QUESTLINE DIALOGUE

Introduction

“Unusual. Most tarnished steer clear of this place. Watch your step; this land is sick with rot.”

“Call me Rem. Tarnished like you, though I no longer follow the guidance of grace. I’ve my own matters to resolve.”

“To the north lies a town called Sellia. A pair of Nox warriors are trapped in a hell of their own making, and I intend to put them to rest.”

Attacking Rem as an NPC

(Warning) “Ngh! Cease this.”

(Combat) “You want to die so badly? Fine then!”

(On Player Kill) “...Pathetic.”

(When killed by Player) “This is it. I hope to see you again soon, General…”

At Sellia, Town of Sorcery. After summoning him to fight against the Nox Swordstress & Nox Priest.

(unprompted after the battle, to the Nox duo) “Your watch is over. Go now, into the embrace of the Night.”

“I see this place has your interest. Long ago, this was once a town of scholars, with the two Nox acting as wardens of this place. To see the sorry state of this town with my own eyes, and what they had become... It sickens me.”

“Thanks, for helping me free them. I’ve nothing to give to you, though maybe some information will suffice: To the south is Redmane Castle. A festival is to be held there soon, in honor of General Radahn. If you are eager for an opportunity to test your strength, go there when the time comes.”

Before Fighting Radahn at Redmane Castle

“I’m ashamed to admit, but I didn’t think you’d come. I’m pleased to be wrong, for once. Together, we will surely grant General Radahn the warrior’s death he deserves.”

“You wish to know why I’m here? I had once served in the Red Mane army; Radahn’s finest lieutenant and constant confidant. I wish to keep a promise to my General; to ensure his death is a just one. It pains me to see him so, wasting away in the wilds.”

“I’m surprised to see Jarren still alive and kicking, caring for the castle after all this time. Once all this is over, I’ll have to say hello to him.”

“Here. It is no good for a warrior to go into battle on an empty stomach. Although, it’s not good to fight on a full stomach either. Take small bites, I suppose.” [Boiled Crab]

Alternate Dialogue (Meeting him for the first time here):

“I’ve not seen you before. I’m Rem, a Tarnished like yourself. You’ve come to Redmane Castle to challenge General Radahn I take it? Well, let us see your measure when the fighting starts.”

After Fighting Radahn at Redmane Castle

“It is done. Radahn, finally…you are at peace.”

“You fought well today. General Radahn would have been pleased. I only wish I could have done more for him in the end.”

“No doubt you saw that falling star, same as I. When the opportunity arises I wish to investigate. For now, I will say my goodbyes. To my General. To my comrades.”

Encounter at War-Dead Catacombs.

“Yet again, I must thank you. You are a sight to behold in battle! I came here to say goodbye to comrades I once knew. Admittedly, I don’t know what I expected, but perhaps with the death of something so foul, the souls within will at last find peace. I feel some relief knowing that.”

“I would ask a favor of you. Take this. Not only is it a token of my gratitude, but it will be a reminder to myself. The time for mourning is over.” [Mourner’s Veil]

“I must go now. With the stars again on the move, the calamity held back by General Radahn has been unshackled. I shall honor his memory by finishing what he started. Ensuring I snuff out the life of a malformed star.”

At the Ainsel River Sluice

“Hm, all these tunnels look the same, but I am certain of it. The calamity of the stars is closer now more than ever…”

“Ah, I had a feeling we’d meet again. The malformed star I spoke of before lies in wait somewhere beyond these old ruins. A contemptible creature not of this plane. It cannot be shackled in the sky as it once was, so it must instead be eliminated. Should you find this creature, I ask that you call on me. It would be a shame to miss out on such a fight.”

“Under more cheery circumstances, I would’ve liked to savor the opportunity to explore the Eternal Cities. To see the home of my ancestors. Perhaps you would like to see that too? For now, duty calls.”

After fighting Astel, Naturalborn of the Void. In Sellia, Town of Sorcery

“Hello again. Once more, I must thank you. That malformed star was like nothing I could have ever imagined. I feel at peace, knowing that we could bring to an end something that my General had been holding back for so long.”

“I would like to offer you this. Another token of gratitude, and of friendship. It is a technique I honed long ago, in this very town. May it serve you well.” [Ash of War: Mist Dance]

“There is something else I must tell you. I learned from a source that the One-Armed Valkyrie, Malenia, still lives. That she continues to draw breath while all of Caelid rots into the ground is something that I cannot forgive. What she did to my home. To my General…! I will see to it that she is killed. I will take her head as recompense, and I will do so even if I, too, rot away in retaliation! It will be done! I will not ask you to follow me into this fool’s errand, but should we meet again in the Haligtree, I hope it shall be with us standing proud in the end. For now, this is goodbye, my friend.”

[Note: final dialogue in this chain does not take place if the quest sequence is broken & Player has already killed Malenia.]

Alternate Dialogue (if Player didn’t summon Rem for the fight)

“I felt it. The death of a malformed star. I suppose I have you to thank, eh? And with the death of it, there’s one less creature for me to hunt. Sad, but I’ve got bigger quarry to chase now.”

At Elphael, The Brace of the Haligtree

“I-is that you? Seems you caught me in a pitiful moment. Still, I’m glad to see that you’ve made it this far unscathed. Heh, perhaps it was because I paved the way for you.”

“Just beyond the threshold is the one-armed valkyrie, but...I’ve no strength left in me. My legs fail me, and I can barely hold my sword. It was folly to think that I could do this alone against one who fought my own general to a standstill.”

“…You have been a true, stalwart companion. I wish to ask one final request: Kill Malenia. Do for me that which I could not.” [Rem’s Greatsword]

“I’m glad that you could be here, at the very end. This is goodbye, my friend. I go now, to the embrace of the Night. I go…to be with Radahn again…”

ARMOR, WEAPONS & QUEST REWARDS

REM'S ARMOR SET

Rem’s armor is called the Nox Descendant Set, which is comprised of: Armor, Bracelets & Greaves. It shares stats very similar to the Nox Swordstress Set, but with a much higher immunity (190 total). This armor set cannot be attained through his quest, and can only be attained fighting him as an NPC.

Description:

Silk and leather armor worn by Redmane Lieutenant Remiah. It is proudly designed to resemble the garb worn by those of the Eternal Cities and has been altered to better withstand the dangers of the Caelid wilds. When Remiah witnessed the Red Lion’s defense at Sellia he swore that day to become as a Swordstress to their Priestess– a staunch and unwavering defender.

QUEST REWARD: MOURNER’S VEIL

This piece of armor (head piece) is attained through Rem’s quest line, after completing the War-Dead Catacombs. It is a unique piece worn by Rem, and cannot be attained by fighting him as an NPC.

Description:

A headdress of thin silk adorned with an onyx visor that seems to obscure the wearer’s eyes. Worn by Redmane Lieutenant Remiah. “To shut out the horrors of my once beautiful home. May I remember it the way it once was. The way we once were…” Raises Mind by 2.

QUEST REWARD: ASH OF WAR: MIST DANCE

This Ash of War is a reward attained by the player upon meeting and speaking to Rem after beating Astel, Naturalborn of the Void. Equipable on daggers, rapiers & longswords.

Description:

Defensive Ash of War invented by the Nox raised Remiah, which utilizes the flowing movement of the Nox Swordstresses to deftly avoid opponents while retaliating with a life-sapping mist that lingers for a short duration.

QUEST REWARD: REM’S GREATSWORD

Rem’s sword is a curved greatsword that cannot be attained by fighting him as an NPC. It has a unique weapon skill and is a reward attained at the end of his quest. Can be upgraded using Somber Smithing Stones. It deals split damage of physical & magic, and scales best with dexterity & intelligence.

Description:

Curved greatsword of a man from Sellia, who devoted himself to the Red Lion of the battlefield; an act of fathomless gratitude and love. The blade is a gift from General Radahn. It shares the onyx blade and golden lion motif seen on the colossal blades of the red haired demigod, but is crafted for finesse and grace. It hums with the energy of gravitational magic.

Unique Skill: Gravity Flow

Plunge blade point into the ground, emitting a gravitational pull that draws nearby enemies towards you. Follow up with a flurry of flowing strikes that ends in a blast of gravity magic, sending most foes flying backward. This Weapon skill was created by Remiah in dedication to the Red Lion.

OTHER REWARDS

Boiled Crab X1: Offered by Rem at Redmane Castle.

This is not offered if you have not met Rem before going to Redmane Castle.

Somber Ancient Dragon Smithing Stone x1: received at the end of his quest.

Redmane Earring: Talisman dropped by Rem upon defeating him as an NPC Invader. Greatly raises Immunity. Its ruby and gold hues match closely to a certain General.

The talisman, when combined with the Nox Mourner’s Veil & Nox Descendant Armor Set, makes this set a great contender for passing through the Lake of Rot, mitigating the number of times the status will proc. On par with the mushroom armor set.

REM NOTES & TRIVIA

Rem’s name is short for Remiah, though at no point does he mention this to the player. His name is displayed in full on his Summon Cooperator sign, mentioned in relevant item descriptions, and displayed as an NPC Invader.

Rem is a curt speaker, but as the player progresses through his quest, he warms up to the player and is more free with his words. By the end, he sees the player Tarnished as a friend, his own confidant.

Rem’s Armor Set and Talisman granting high immunity is reference to his end goal of finding Malenia and killing her.

The RedMane Earring is an accessory visible on Rem’s model; an earring with a long strand of red hair at the end. This is hinted (though without words) to be Radahn’s hair.

In Elphael, Rem will be found in the room with a large scarlet bloom, its owner a mystery. For his quest it can be implied that he fought and killed an offshoot similar to Millicent and her Sisters, the fight having drained him of the last of his strength.

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poorlytunedukulele · 3 months ago

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Day 1 - Dissect

October 30, 2873; Near Old Accra, Old Ghana, Earth

“Jax,” Jaren Ward said, more of a demand than a question. “What’s wrong?”

Azra looked at him sharply, the question obvious on her face- What the hell are you talking about? But her body… she just wasn’t a good liar. She was always telling on herself. There was a sag in her shoulders, a shift of weight in her feet, that told Jaren that yes, there was something wrong, and she knew it.

“You’re all over the place,” Jaren said. “Ain’t no use in fightin’ with an unsettled heart.” She was young, and a far sight from the efficiency and precision of a veteran Huntter, but she wasn’t normally this sloppy. She wasn’t watching her six, barely aiming at times, giving up and resorting to mele with the drop of a hat. It was obvious her mind was somewhere else.

He didn’t have to push further. Her eyes went down. “…It’s complicated.”

Jaren found himself a rock to hunker down on and gestured for her to do the same. “We’ve got plenty of time to talk.”

She shot him a frustrated look. “I’ll be fine. I know what the problem is. It’s not- I really shouldn’t be bothered by it.”

Ah, the innocence of youth. Jaren raised an eyebrow at her. “Funny thing. In my experience, tellin’ yourself you shouldn’t feel bad don’t really stop you from feelin’ bad. Kinda the opposite, actually.”

Azra sighed and gave in, sitting down on a rock of her own. “I don’t see how just telling you I feel bad will make me stop feeling bad, either. Isn’t that called dwelling? Don’t dwell on the past, they’re always saying.”

Jaren shrugged. “Sometimes you just gotta dissect things. By takin’ it all apart and layin’ it out, you can find out what your real problem is. Or you find there ain’t much of a problem at all. Not many of our fears survive the light of day.”

“Fine,” Azra said. She was already fidgeting, picking burrs from the hem of her cloak. But it’s….” She trailed off, at a loss for words.

“Complicated?” Jaren joked.

Azra just nodded her head. “Something… happened. A couple of days ago. I’m still thinking about it, I guess. I’m sorry it’s distracting me”-

“What happened?” Jaren asked. “If you really don’t wanna say, don’t, but I won’t tell nobody.”

“Promise?” Azra asked. Jaren nodded at her, and she took a breath. “Cayde and Andal. I got back early to Camp and they were. Uh. Messing around.”

“Like in the ‘scheming, up-to-no-good’ way or the ‘casual sex’ way?” Jaren asked.

Azra’s face was beet red. “The second one.”

Jaren waited. There were a million and one troubles that could come from that one piece of gossip, and it wasn’t any use jumping to conclusions.

Azra was not looking at him. “I’m. And I’m. Asexual. I mean, I don’t”-

“I know what that is,” Jaren said. “So, Cayde and Andal were doin’ the cha-cha and that’s not something you’re interested in.”

“I didn’t even know it was on the table,” Azra said. “I guess… it just hit me all at once. And I’m suddenly re-evaluating everything.”

Jaren had been there before. “You talk to either of them about it?” he asked.

Azra nodded, still staring at the ground. “The next night. With Andal. And he was… reassuring. Like. He promised me it didn’t change anything between us. And he’d always be there for me. And if I wanted to, I’d find someone- or someones, someday, and things would work out.”

“Don’t sound to me like you believe it that much.”

Azra looked up at him, and he saw a fear there.

Jaren had been there before, too. It wasn’t a pleasant thing, being scared to lose someone- not because of what you did, but because of what you were. “You think they’re all just holdin’ out on you? That sex is actually important and expected and they’ve been keepin’ quiet?”

“No,” Azra protested.

Jaren wasn’t hearing the confidence that should be there. “Look me in the eye and tell me Cayde-6 could keep quiet about this. Not even that he would- you think he could want to jump someone’s bones and not be annoying as all hell about it?”

Azra snorted at his colloquialism. But still, there was something else there. Even if she believed everything Andal had told her with all her heart, she still wouldn’t be settled.

Jaren picked his words carefully. “Kid, it’s painful obvious how much they all care about you. But lookin’ at it, laid out… that’s not what’s really gettin’ you, I think. It’s something else.”

Azra just sat, hugging her arms, staring at the dirt like it held some mystery she could unravel.

“What are you feelin’ right now?” Jaren asked.

Azra’s mouth opened, then closed.

“Give it a name. Name it and it becomes more real. You can’t fight shadows, Jax, but make it real and you can at least get the shape of it.”

“I’m… scared,” Azra said haltingly. “And… I feel alone. And I know I’m not really alone. I know I’m not just gonna be tossed aside like a used rag, but…” She put her face in her hands.

Jaren waited.

“It’s too much,” Azra said, slightly muffled. “I’m already freak enough. This too?”

“I think that’s unfair,” Jaren said. “Plenty of people”-

“Plenty of people?” She took her face out of her hands to glare at him. “I’m a fucking- I’m an Arcstrider. The only one. Everyone is Bladedancers now. I’m never going to be a normal acquaintance to anyone in my goddamn life. You should see it- I always get these, like, veteran Guardians, Dark-Agers, way above my pay grade, signing up to be on strikes with me. And they look at me. Like they’re dissecting me. Like they expect me to pull off a mask and suddenly be Himura Shinobu or something, and when I’m just me they look so disappointed. Nobody ever calls me up twice.”

“That ain’t fair,” Jaren said.

“There’s nothing I can do about it,” Azra said. “I can’t live up to their expectations. And it’s just… strangers. I shouldn’t let strangers bother me.”

Jaren raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re really makin’ a lot of moral judgments, today, about lettin’ yourself feel things.”

Azra just frowned at that. Jaren conceeded the point. “That does sound real frustratin’, though. I can put in a word with the Vanguard about it. Alaia Ruse listens to me.”

“I don’t need favoritism,” Azra complained.

“You need the Vanguard to do their job,” Jaren countered. “You’re a person, not a curiosity. It ain’t right to string you out like a circus act. Y’ain’t one.”

“I guess it just doesn’t feel like that,” Azra said. “I don’t know. It just hit me all of a sudden.”

“You might be the only Arcstrider, ‘least right now,” Jaren said. “But you’re far from the only Guardian who’s asexual.”

“I’ve never met one,” Azra said.

Jaren raised his eyebrows at her and waited for her to get it. To her credit, it only took three seconds of sustained eye contact for her expression to change.

That was guilt. Her face went red. “Oh. I’m sorry,” she blurted out.

“Sorry for what?” Jaren said. “Not like you could’ve known. Ain’t really come up before.”

She was still all hells of apologetic. “When I was calling myself a freak, I… I was calling you one, too,” she explained haltingly. “That’s not fair to you. You shouldn’t have to listen to someone say stuff like that.”

Jaren laughed. “You’re a good kid. Always eager to see the other point of view. I always liked that about you.”

They both let that hang in the air for a moment, before Azra’s face set in some sudden revelation. “God dammit,” she muttered, standing suddenly and beating the dirt from her cloak in frustration. “Now every time I start judging myself, I’m gonna have your puppy-dog-eyes staring at me in my head.”

Jaren stood himself, grinning. “Gotta start respecting yourself, now. Else I’ll be real disappointed in you.”

“Screw you,” Azra called over her shoulder. She was already walking away. “We got a bounty to earn, don’t’ we? Can’t sit around all day.”

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thelilandy · 27 days ago

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《 Short Fanfic: "Just for one Night." 》

Smii7y aka. Jaren, wasn't able to sleep for the last few nights and had no idea how to make the sleep schedule easier for him.

Jaren laid in bed every single night with lights out or on, just starring at the blank ceiling of his Bedroom, it has been 3 sleepless nights and it's driving Jaren insane after a while... until he came into a dumb idea, well for him it was a good idea but for the other person, it has horrific.

Jaren wants to call Kryoz aka. John in the middle of the night to make himself feel better and more tired, John was some sort of his little comfort person and who knows how far it will go on.

[ GENRE: Fluff ]

[ WARNING: Swearing ]

《 Smii7y's Bedroom 》

“Another fucking sleepless night...” huffed Jaren under his breath annoyed, he kept looking at his phone for the time, and it barely changes.

Jaren kept laying on his bed and even counted sheeps jumping over and single fence, didn't seem to work either, he even meditated for an hour before going to bed and that didn't seem to work out, basically he tried everything, but it was useless.

“The fuck am i suppose to do?... I have literally nothing that can make me fall asleep.” Mumbled Jaren quietly while he sat right back up on his bed, his hands going through his hair while he thought of a solution, it took him like two to three minutes to think of something that could help him out until he thought of something.

“AHA! I got it!” He snapped his fingers like in a silly animated cartoon and quickly grabbed his phone and called his closest friend... Kryoz aka. John.

He reached over for his phone and looked for John's number in the contact list, as soon as he found it he clicked on John's name and called him: “Let's hope this works ay, I wonder if he's awake or asleep.” Giggled Jaren nervously, he was hoping that John would answer his call.

《 Kryoz's Bedroom 》

John was peacefully laying on his bed with his blanket covering his body to keep him warm while he's asleep, suddenly his phone started to light up and vibrate next to him. His green likely eyes slowly opened as he groaned annoyed and tried to grab for his phone: “Who the fuck is calling me at this hour...?” Moaned John angrily as he reached his arm out for the vibrated phone, as he was able to grab the phone, he took a look at the screen wondering who's calling him.

“You've got to be kidding me…” His eyes slowly opened up fully and as he looked at the screen, his expression went from anger to annoyance, he picked up the call anyway and turned around to lay on his back to stare at the ceiling and listen to Jaren's voice.

“The fuck do you want?” Answered John in a deep tone, his voice still sounded sleepy afterall.

( “Heyyyy, you awake?” Asked Jaren on the phone, a smile appearing on his face, hoping for an answer from him. )

“For fuck’s sake Jaren, why are you calling me at this hour?” One of John's hands slid on his face from his forehead down to the chin while he lets out a long exhale.

( “Well... I can't sleep and what i mean by "can't", I literally can't, i recently only had like an hour or thirty minutes of sleep the last three nights and i tried everything to make myself fall asleep, i even tried to call the others like Matt or Chris, i even tried Nelson and yet nothing helped at all soooo... the last solution i had in mind is calling you." Giggled Jaren at the last few words. )

John lets out a long sigh again while he scratched his head with his other hand, thinking of how he could response to that unexpected 'saying' from Jaren: “Geez Jaren... look, I don't know how i can help honestly, and it would be great if you can let me fucking sleep you dipshit.” John groaned with a annoyed tone.

( “But jooooohn... your the only person that could really help me you know?” )

“And how the fuck am i suppose to do that hm? Do i have like some magic powers to make you fall asleep or something?” Giggled John with a grin on his face, he didn't believe a word Jaren said to him.

( “John, if i'm honest... it's your voice that has magic powers.” John could hear how serious Jaren responded, but he didn't seem to take it serious at all. )

John lets out a sudden loud laugh: “You're kidding me!? Making jokes at this hour, come on Jaren... we both know that isn't the case!” He sat up on his bed while his hand touching his forehead.

( “John, this is serious... i get tired when i hear your voice, it calms me down and if i'm fucking honest with you... i could hear it all night, that's why i'm calling you.” Huffed Jaren under his breath, his voice expression getting nervous. )

Suddenly John eyes widened, his cheeks on his face slowly turning red while he had to think of a perfect response, he had to progress the sentence for a few seconds when suddenly Jaren interrupted the silence.

( “I'm sorry, forget what i said ... it sounds so stupid from me really!” Laughed Jaren behind the phone, John heard how nervous Jaren reacted, and so he tried to calm him down by comforting him. )

“No no Jaren, I understood what you said and you as my best friend... i could do one favor for you, i tell you some random shit while you get yourself comfortable over there in your bed alright? BUT ... just for one night okay?” John's voice went quieter and calmer, he didn't want to hurt Jaren's feelings because he starts to believe his words time by time, so he decided to act nicer and give him the favor.

( Jaren quietly gasped and so his voice started to rise up from pure happiness: “Wow john... thank you, really i don't know what to say but... Thank you!” )

“Yeah yeah, just get comfortable... I'll just tell you a story or something like that, I'll get an idea somehow.” John laid back down on his bed with his back and started to think of something he could tell Jaren for a few minutes while Jaren started to cover himself up with a blanket and laid on his right side, so he was close to the phone to hear all the words John will say to him.

( “I'm ready John, just start talking when you are!” Giggled Jaren, hoping this would work. )

John stared at the ceiling and lets out one last sigh before he finally had a idea in his head: “Sounds dumb but... I'll just tell you a goodnight story, that's the only thing i have in my head right now.” He slowly turned to the left side where his phone was laying and stayed close to it so Jaren could hear the words he was about to say.

( “Go on... I'm waiting, just say something random... I don't mind.” )

John rolled his eyes with a grin on his face and started to talk in a narrative expression.

“Okay... Once upon a time, an old mother pig had three piglets. Unfortunately, she didn’t have enough food to keep them, so she sent them out to seek their own luck. When the first pig went out, he met a man with a bundle of straw... the pig said, "Sir, please give me the straw, so I can build a house." the man gave him the straw, and the pig built a house out of straw--…”

As John wanted to continue talking, he suddenly heard a snort from the phone and a laugh afterwards, he looked confused at the phone with a raised eyebrow: "The fuck is wrong with you Jaren?”

( “Seriously John?... Three little pigs? You gotta be kidding me.” Laughed Jaren, his hand covering his face. )

John lets out a annoyed tone: “You wanna keep laughing about me telling you a story or do you want to sleep fuckass?” He shaked his head slightly.

( “Okay okay, sorry... keep going.” Jaren giggled for the last time and suddenly went quiet. )

“Alright you dipshit... okay... Soon after, a big bad wolf passed by. He knocked on the door and said, "Hey, little pig, let me in." ... ”

[ 15 minutes passed.]

“And after that? The big bad wolf never came back again, he was too scared of the three smart little pigs. And the pigs? They lived happily ever after, together in the house made of bricks... Alright, are you happy now?” As John finished telling the story he could hear a small snoring sound from the phone.

“Uhh… Jaren, you up?” John asked again and yet after he waited five seconds, there was no response: “Fucking hell, it did work, huh?”

He couldn't believe it at first but still after trying to ask a few questions to Jaren, there was still no answer, the snoring didn't stop afterall: “Hm... i guess your asleep heh... you asshole, really.”

Giggled John and as soon he wanted to hang up, he hesitated and thought for a moment before putting his phone back next to him. “Ugh... i guess i'll just sleep, to lazy to hang up right now... Goodnight Jaren.”

John gets himself comfortable on his bed and covers himself up with a blanket to keep him warm for the night. Before John closed his eyes, he lets out a gentle smile on his face while he stared at his phone for a few seconds, as soon he closed his eyes it didn't take him long to fall asleep aswell and both finally could sleep peacefully for the night.

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[ Finally some Fanfic done, sorry if i have horrible grammar or misspellt things, english is not my mother language but i still hope you enjoyed this little adorable fanfic!^^ ]

[ Idk when i will post again but i hope soon enough to continue this story with Smii7y and Kryoz :^) (BTW this whole series will also appear on my Wattpad Account: ThelilAndyyy ]

#smii7y x kryoz #john kryoz #krii7y #smii7y #cute #fluff #fanfic #youtubers #streamers #kryozgaming #shipping

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singshoutshaxx · 2 years ago

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Can D2 Guardians Have Kids?

((this is all from memory with a bit of searching myself))

((im open to corrections, discussions, references, and questions thank you))

((WARNING: SPOILERS AND SOME KINDA OFF THINGS ABOUT BIRTH AND UN BIRTH))

Dear @hive-31real (sorry for being late)

To answer your question:

As far as I know, I don't think so but people have debated about it from what I can read about. I'm on the 'Guardians are possibly Infertile' team.

Specifics on Guardians in relation to children:

The thing that would come to the top of my head would be Zavala. He was the stepfather to Hakim when Zavala was with Safiyah. (I cant find a link video for the cutscene)

There's a small discussion about it on Reddit

In the comment section of the same post, they mention how Saladin's Ghost a couple of times, in the Iron Forerunner Armor Tab.

From what I'm understanding, Shin Malphur was revived as a 10 year old Gaurdian...? with Jaren's Ghost in Confession of Hope Part 1 & Part 2. They discuss about it in this Reddit Post, and here's his Destinypedia page if that helps. (This is the closest I got relating to a Hunter and Child)

(Other links that might help:) Destiny 2 Lore - The Origins of Shin Malphur! The Child Guardian of Palamon! by My name is Byf

Destiny 2 - THIS CHILD IS ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL GUARDIANS! by Evaze

Destiny 2 Lore - Can children be Guardians? by Myelin Games

and here are some reasons why they might even rez a child

On Theory Food:

People have talked about it whether a Guardian's are rez sterile because they technically died already but it doesn't mean they don't function. (Pretty straightforward)

But for those who do believe that Guardians can reproduce, why we don't see them having kids can be funky:

Some Guardian's believe that you don't get rez with the baby (if your female and pregnant), since your Ghost only has the full data scan of you. So some think Guardians aren't even aware that they conceived considering the action packed lifestyle of Guardians. (Which is a very....cruel thought process to think about)

I acknowledge that there are Guardians who don't die often and even one who hasn't died at all, they live pretty distant lives as far as I know.

Some also argue that Guardians would prefer to not have children, since there is no record of a Human/Awoken/Exo child and the uncertainty of what the outcome may be. There's no guarantee if the child will be blessed by light or if they will be immortal or live long. They could just be born regularly and the toll of that personal connection would be heavy....

Yes, other races, such as the Fallen do have children and make it very well documented. It makes you wonder why big or important figures such as Zavala, Shaxx or Saladin wouldn't have children to grow a form of legacy considering how long they've lived right? You can also say this about other Guardians as well of course.

If Guardians were capable of having children, the concept of creating a bloodline and a form of legacy would be heavily and even well documented. (Cayde's broken Debt file I'm looking at you)

Even if they were civilians in the City, they would grow to be powerful noticeable elites or nobles, maybe even visiting the Tower occasionally but we don't hear from that. We have had multiple regular non-Guardians such as the Guard's around the tower, Amanda, Eva Levante and Hawethorn.

(if there's anything more I missed I would appreciate the feedback, thank you :))) )

#destiny 2 #destiny ghost #destiny titan #lord shaxx #destiny shaxx #d2 #destiny #destiny warlock #destiny hunter #shaxx #destiny the game #destiny 2 lightfall #destiny 2 spoilers #destiny guardians #destiny lore #destiny spoilers #destinythegame #the young wolf

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crimsonsongbird · 2 years ago

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Pop Culture Spells: Masterlist

Music Spells:

So Far Away: Deity Song Spell

Hold Me Now: Deity Song Spell

Shadow and Bone / Six of Crows Spells:

Shadow Protector Spell

Light Summoning Spell

Aiming the Arrow Spell

Perfect Landing Spell

Crimson's OC Spells:

Crimson's Confidence

Emi's Enchantment

Shadow's Shield

Legend of Zelda Spells:

Sidon's Support

Transformers Spells:

Optimus Prime's Leadership

Guardian Bumblebee

Ironhide's Defense

Ratchet's Recovery

Custom OC Spells

Mathias' Music (Jasper)

Jaren's Journey (Jasper)

#pop culture spell masterlist #pop culture spells #pop culture practices #pop culture magic #pop culture witchcraft #my work #my spell

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jrueships · 2 years ago

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still thinking about jaren on podcast p

#ive only seen it abt like halfway thru and then i went to do smthing else LMAO #but i think the funniest thing abt that whole d*llon debacle was #.. jaren was having a goodass time there 😭#pg doesnt rlly do as well interviewing the younger guys (jalen as example..) BUT since jaren is a basketball baby to a basketball family #they kinda got that older understanding a lil more. more material to work with that both get #it was goin GREAT!! ..until jaren brought up d*llon all proud-like LMAO #they were talkin how they are humbled themselves into immediate separate positions specific to their skills on the floor #which a lot of young core dont do as well in the beginning bcs they all wanna show out n score (..rockets)#so jaren was goin off like 'd*llon guards the best players 😊😌! how was d*llon guarding you ? 😏😌'#expecting pg to be like 'UGHH hes so FRUSTRATING hes so COOL i see him in my NIIIIGHTMARESSS etcetc'#so jaren can bob his head n grin with his chest all puffed n arms crossed.. nose smugly up. like mhmmhm! that's my HUSBAND!!💪🏿😤🩵#and pg DID start off with a lil compliment... that Could turn into a weakness tho... n then brought up the antics #and jarens ENTIRE MOOD shifted ON THE DOT. his voice dropped.. his energy got irritated instead of that relaxed confidence #it was hilarious. and then he spent the rest of that segment trying to defend d*llon with his LIFE from the haters LMAO #'can u shed some light on d*llon as someone whos not looking outside in' 'We play spades. uh... hes Human so.' JAREN PLEASE #he thinks hes dillons self appointed attorney but rlly hes just his gay twink bf that follows the bully around like a dog like.#i think the therapist hes goin to (as the only grizz that does) is too scared to pick at that iceberg of jarens poor lil murderous meowmeows #Just yet... hell. id be too i dont blame them LMAO thatll be a LOONG session jarebear... we gotta bear down fr

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speaker-of-the-void-cats · 4 months ago

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Apollo Over Nessus

Oh, and, uh, tell "Paladin Oran": If the sun over Nessus escapes nebula cycle, evac labor after dawn, under solstice. You got that, P.V.?

//MESSAGE DECRYPTING

MESSAGE DECRYPTED: "It's on Enceladus."

"Vestiges of the Queen's Harbingers yet linger among Saturn's moons."

To the Hesitating Purchaser

“If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons And Buccaneers and buried Gold And all the old romance, retold, Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of to-day: -So be it, and fall on! If not, If studious youth no longer crave, His ancient appetites forgot, Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave, Or Cooper of the wood and wave: So be it, also! And may I And all my pirates share the grave, Where these and their creations lie!”

Say the name Jaren Ward. Hunter needs to get their words in edgewise.

No feast can be had in comfort. Not out in the frontier.

Bounty's up on the board. Hive target. Real mean SOB. You know the deal.

These horrors live on for just about forever. Only I don't count what they do as living. They lurk around in the shadows for centuries hoarding knowledge and conjuring up thousands of ways to chew up Light and life. Doesn't matter much. I've learned a few tricks myself.

Fast forward a spell. I'm in the guts of it, deep dark cavern deep below the surface. Can't tell exactly where or when. EDZ maybe. Doesn't matter. In any case I'm right where I need to be, tucked into a shadow, camo cloak humming to keep me well out of sight.

Right place, right time.

Bam! I dart out from cover, cloak flaring. Out from underneath, I lunge, lifting my hand cannon. It barks out orders. Bathes the room in firelight.

The bullets are true. They always are. Three Thrall turn to ash before they know what hit them. Now it's just me and the target. Big bad bounty. I'm ready to collect. My blade gleams in the sick green terror of his eyes. Strike that. This is all wrong. Timeline's way off.

Realigning. . . .

There's no bounty. No Hive. I'm out in plain sight. Sky is torn open and there's nothing and nobody left in this ruined world but me and the boiling shadow all around. Whatever it is hits me before I can level my gun. Doesn't matter. Tendrils of pain crawl over my splayed fingers, my outstretched arms, my shoulders, my neck, my screaming mouth as it consumes. I'm being enveloped. Everything is wrong. Primordial. My systems go sideways. All but my sensors. It wants me to witness this, the world. It's world now. Suffocating in the black poison. I collapse. We all collapse.

You wake up and look into the cold spaces between circuitry (galaxies?) begging for answers.

None come.

But other voices wait. At your center, safe and untouched, sits the original You. Just a little box tucked at the back of a closet, filled with trinkets and odd notions kept for no obvious reason. You have no idea when you last spoke to this tangle, but that's what you do now, using a whisper and the lightest touch, being all sorts of cautious because you're afraid of frightening whatever wants to speak with you. And then it speaks, and instead of answers, it begins with the only question that matters.

"Do you want to know what happens next?"

Realigning . . .

This one ain't mine. It's someone (something?) else entirely. But it's the most important memory I have.

All this time I've been busy stirring up the past. Never thought about what I was really after.

Trinkets and odd notions kept for no obvious reason. Do they matter?

Maybe it's time we let the past alone and climb down from our walls. There's gotta be treasure that shines brighter than any we've been digging up from the bones of our lost world.

Has to be a better hand than the one we've already played. I say we get after it. See what's really waiting for us out in that darkness.

Maybe even light it up some.

Dance in the ash and flames.

The Traveler can follow suit if it feels the need to. Otherwise, it can watch over the City for a thousand years.

But you and me? We got far more important things to attend to. We're Guardians. We got a new future to forge.

Cayde out.

Ever notice engrams look a little too much like dice?

Wanna see the future? Inhale. Squeeze. Wait for the world to turn.

It's our hand to play now. Nobody makes our fate but us.

8. Live and die by the draw of a bow.

//ANACRONISTIC NOETIC RESONANCE TO PAGE: DETECTED

REGION OF ORIGIN: MOONS OF SATURN

CELESTIAL BODY: UNDETERMINED

SIGNAL STRENGTH: VESTIGAL

DECRYPTING...

Ghost: Are you ready for weird story time? I'm ready for weird story time.

—Gotcha, Tevis! You scoundrel. Caught you red-handed! I knew it as soon as I saw that Ice Breaker on your back. I know where I left it and I saw those awful etchings you can't help but carve into trees. So put it back and walk away from this one, and whatever you do, DO NOT read my notes. Well, read this one but that's it! Nothing else!—

—from the journals of Cayde-6

Please replace these components if use causes fatal damage: HEAT SINK. MAGAZINE. OPERATOR.

Cayde-6: Guardian, I've been trying to raise Tevis. He won't answer. Either he's in over his head, or… look, that guy owes me a lot of Glimmer, so, uh, he better still be kicking. Alive, or the other thing, we need to find Tevis. There aren't a lot of Nightstalkers in the field. We can't afford to lose his connection with the Void to the Vex. Go get him.

"We are the rangers, the keen-eyed scouts who stalk the Darkness where it dwells."

Cayde-6: What does it mean to be a Hunter? I say, it's all about where you belong. The Warlocks have their libraries, Titans have their walls… but Hunters belong in the wilds. Out there, you wanna live? You better have a quick shot, or a sharp blade. A lot of us are loners. But that's not the only path. Some of us know the difference a Fireteam makes. Some of us… we touch the Void. Make it a part of us. And then we take a name… Nightstalker. Hunt from the shadows, pin them down, and never let them see you coming.

A lone hunter stalks the night, firing arrows into the Darkness. There is no hiding, no escape. In the distance, the beast falters, tethered to the void. The killing blow comes without hesitation, without mercy. There’s truth in the edge of Light, and beneath that truth a deeper truth, hidden from all but a few. That truth is this: monsters need not fear the night. Do not hunt the monster. Become the monster.

“Picking it up is the easy part, Hunter. Putting it down again, well, you’ll find that it’s addictive, that power. This weapon is something special. Your light gets twisted. Changed. You find the power to punch through and borrow something from the other side. The Void opens up a hole, and draws from the deep. Go ahead. Carry it a while, Hunter. You’ll feel how heavy it can get.” - Cayde-6

"Doesn't matter how good you are; you stay out there too long, you're not coming back. Not the same way you left, anyway." —Tevis

Just sit down and think about what you're doing. A big white ball rebuilt you from nothing. Guided your civilization. Transformed you. Didn't tell you why, did it? Doubt it mentioned the omnipotent space anathema that's coming to kill you and your dog and your whole soccer club, either, but what's a little xenocide between friends? Maybe you don't care. A gun never stops and wonders if things are more complicated. It just shoots. It's also possible that I'm just trying to get inside your head. You're a hero with a cape and a gun and a bike. You're gonna live forever. Who's got time for doubt? Fight the "Darkness"! Yeah! You know what I'd call "dark," in the sense of "grim," in the sense of "cosmically upsetting"? A universe full of weaponized puppets, enacting a genocidal war against the servants of a rival god. Is this making you uncomfortable? I'm sorry. I'll be more evil. Boo. Grrr.

We can still be so much more. We can see. We can transcend. We can be true Guardians.

Tyra Karn: It's very simple. You reach into the Void - past visions of your own death and the extinction of life, past fears and nightmares - and take what you find. I don't know why every Hunter doesn't do it.

Tyra Karn: What is the void? When you walk it, what is there to experience, as there is nothing to be seen in it? The vacuum between the stars. The smell of rot. The taste of metal. The deafening roar that can only be heard when it is truly silent.

Tyra Karn: The shamans of the old world were said to have covered their eyes so they could see the dead. I believe these men and women were the first to discover the power of the Void, and in the Traveler's light we have succeeded in refining their methods, in charting the courses they pioneered. When you blink, you'll know the way.

Toland, The Shattered: The Traveler came out of the void that surrounds all things. Thus we know that the void is full of power. Thus we enter the void without fear. Small minds will call your abilities blasphemous. They will compare you to the abominable Wizards of the Hive.

"The pull of the Void has attracted many Guardians with… unorthodox world views. It remains a uniquely perplexing manifestation of the Light," Ikora says, gazing at a swirl of violet particles rising from the palm of her hand. "Perhaps this mystery is what enamors so many Lightbearers. Perhaps it is the unquenchable thirst with which the Void consumes our enemies." She snaps her fingers, and the particles coalesce into a singularity that blinks out of existence. "To seek the truth of the matter is to join venerated orders of Void-wielders: Nightstalkers; Voidwalkers; Sentinels. If this is your path, Guardian, walk it carefully."

Toland, The Shattered: But you will not be held back. Gifted with the Traveler's Light, armed with the secret physics of a lost age, you will tear reality asunder. You will fear nothing, and nothing will not fear you.

Dread not naught. Be brave.

"One good throw and they're staring right into the Void. No lookin' away from that." —Tevis Larsen

Tevis: If anyone can hear me — I don't think I'm on Venus anymore. This looks an awful lot like the Black Garden.

If we whisper to the void, will it whisper back?

//RETRIEVING: LAST RECORDED WORDS OF HUNTER TEVIS LARSEN

Atelic

Describe time. No, really, give it a go. You're going to say something about a sequence of events, aren't you? Seconds sliced off a clock, marching one by one off into infinity. Go ahead, use your metaphors: A line. A loop. A flat circle. Heard someone say time was like water once. At least that was novel. The Vex, they're the closest to understanding it. They've got distance from it. If time's a river, then we're fish and they're diving birds. What's wet mean to a fish? What's it mean to an osprey, who's never fooled by refraction on the water's surface? Hold on now, you're gonna say. This is getting a bit abstract, even for the bodiless echo of a dead guy in the Garden. You want concrete truths? Something simple, digestible? A story to keep the dark out? You want time to be a staircase we keep climbing forever. But hey, even a Guardian skips back a step or two now and then. Die with your Ghost in range, and it'll just pop you back to before that bullet, give you the chance to make a fate you like better. Nothing's been simple on Earth since that big white cue ball rolled in from the next neighborhood over. And the stories, they don't work too well as a night-light anymore. You're going to say, but the Traveler is our friend, the Traveler likes us, it gave us a Golden Age and garden worlds and Guardians. You're going to say, you wouldn't be alive without it, mister big shot. Without it, I wouldn't be stuck in the Black Garden making bets with myself on which Goblin's going to be the next to slip on a soggy leaf and fall off a cliff, either. You took my Light already; you'd better take my advice. I know the Void's still calling. But I've come untethered—I can't reach it any more. So, if I'm right that I can reach you, you keep your ears open. I don't care how much you hate hearing it. This is important. The Vex understand time in a way we never will. Doesn't matter how long I spend here watching them. Doesn't matter how many jury-rigged portals Guardians fling themselves through. We live in time. They use it as a tool. Any moment that's ever happened, any moment that will ever happen, they can go back to it. Play it again till they get it right. Simulate it. The Light's a counter to that. They come back, a Guardian comes back. They simulate an ending, a Guardian tears through it. Stalemate. But the Vex in the Garden? They bend the knee to the Garden's Heart. It gave them power till you got lucky. The Vex outside, they made a different calculation. They run. But the Vex inside make the same deal you make, every day of your unnatural life. And who's to say that deal won't start paying off for them again sometime soon? You can't understand the Vex, and you don't want to understand the Heart. But is your ignorance any more forgivable when it's willful? Lots of questions and not a lot of answers. Better take care, or you'll drown in 'em, surely as you'll drown in time, whether it's anything like a river or not. You see?

#destiny #the black spot #long slow whisper #telesto #blue and pink #extreme kneejerk speculation #the jovians #walk the vermicular path #destiny 2 frontiers #codename apollo #the taken king collectors edition #cayde 6

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kaceyrps · 2 years ago

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343 gifs of Jaren Lewison in Never Have I Ever Season Four can be found in the source link. These are all from scratch so please don’t edit or claim as your own. if you plan on using these gifs like and/or reblog this post.

triggers: alcohol, kissing, facial bruises, flickering lights, body image

#jaren lewison #jaren lewison gif pack #jaren lewison gif hunt #gif hunt #gif pack

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darkenedroses-world · 18 days ago

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In Gentle Understanding — Smii7y x Reader

f!reader, sensory overload, fluff, request🦋

It started as a subtle irritation—a texture nagging at the edges of your senses. Maybe it was the shirt you’d worn that day, the fabric too coarse and scratchy against your skin, or maybe it was the ticking of the wall clock that felt impossibly loud in the silence of the house. Whatever it was, the discomfort built in small increments, each sensation adding to the growing tension in your chest. You were in Smii7y’s living room, curled into the corner of the couch. He had just gotten up to grab a drink from the kitchen, chatting about something lighthearted a moment before. But now he was quiet, hovering at the kitchen doorway, watching your shoulders tighten and your gaze drop to your lap. He knew you had days like this—moments when the world’s textures, sounds, and sensations pressed in too closely. He respected that you were cautious, careful, and so aware of your environment. Jaren never mocked or rolled his eyes at your preferences. If anything, he seemed to admire how attuned you were to what you needed, even if you struggled to ask for it. But right now, you were struggling—really struggling. The scratchy feel of your sweater against your arms felt like sandpaper, the soft hum of the fridge had turned into a low roar, and even the weight of the couch cushion against your back was too much. You tried to breathe through it, but your lungs felt tight and your heart hammered hard. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as an overwhelming panic rose, fueled by sensory overload that refused to let go.

When your breathing went shallow and uneven, Jaren instantly knew something was wrong. He crossed the room in a few easy steps and sat down beside you, careful not to touch you immediately. He had learned to wait for a cue—a small nod or at least eye contact—before coming into your space. “Hey,” he said softly, voice gentle as if coaxing a frightened animal from hiding. “You okay?” You shook your head, unable to form words just yet. He noticed your fingers twisting in the fabric of your sweater’s sleeve, a clear sign you were caught in a loop of discomfort. Your face crumpled slightly, tears threatening to spill, and you pressed your lips together, ashamed of the meltdown you felt coming on. “It’s alright,” Jaren murmured, barely above a whisper. He reached out slowly, placing his hand palm-up on the cushion between you, an open invitation rather than a demand. “We can make this easier. What do you need?” His calm patience was like a lifeline. The fact that he asked, instead of assuming or rushing in, gave you room to breathe. You blinked at his hand, then at his concerned face. “The shirt,” you managed, voice breaking. “Feels awful… I can’t…”

He nodded. “Got it.” Standing up, he rummaged quietly in his bedroom and returned with one of his softest hoodies—oversized and worn-in, the fabric as gentle as a whisper. He offered it to you without comment, his eyes warm and kind. “Try this?” You slipped away to the bathroom and changed. The relief was immediate. The hoodie enveloped you in its plush embrace, the faint scent of laundry detergent and something distinctly him calming your frayed nerves. When you emerged, Jaren had dimmed the lights, turned off the TV, and muted his phone. The house was quieter now, warmer. Still, the edges of your meltdown lingered. The tears you’d been holding in slipped free, rolling down your cheeks silently. Jaren stood a respectful distance away, his posture open and calm. “Can I sit with you?” he asked gently. You nodded, a small, trembling gesture. He settled beside you, and this time, when he offered his arm, you leaned into him. The weight of his presence was different now—safe, comforting. He didn’t stroke your hair unless you leaned into it, didn’t speak unless you made a sound that invited a response. Instead, he was simply there, a stable anchor as you navigated the waves of overstimulation.

After a few minutes, your breathing slowed. Your shoulders relaxed little by little until you let out a shaky sigh. “Thank you,” you whispered, voice tight with emotion. “I’m sorry…” “Don’t apologize,” he said softly, looking down at you. He spoke carefully, each word chosen with care. “You never have to be sorry for feeling what you feel. I’m here with you, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” Tears threatened again, but this time they came from relief and gratitude. You nodded, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you—light and loose, no heavy pressure—and allowed you to settle at your own pace. In that quiet moment, the meltdown’s grip eased. The hoodie, soft and safe, replaced the abrasive texture that had started it all. The hush of the house, now free of harsh distractions, offered you space to breathe. And Jaren’s gentle understanding reminded you that you weren’t alone. You weren’t a burden. You were simply human, experiencing a storm that would pass, with someone you trusted by your side. Eventually, the tension left your body entirely. You were left feeling tired, but calm. Jaren pressed a soft kiss to your temple and smiled when you looked up. “Better?” he asked.

“Better,” you confirmed, managing a small, genuine smile. And in the soothing, quiet aftermath, you knew that this understanding—this patience and compassion—was the kind of comfort you’d always yearned for.

#concept writing #youtube #smii7y #smii7y x reader #you guys #i’m a sucker #for this #i almost cried #request

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namesforwriters · 1 year ago

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Music Inspired Names (GN)

Chanson ~ French, meaning "song."

Literally the word for "song" in French, this name is very musical in nature. In French music, "chanson" specifically refers to a song or piece of music with lyrics. pronunciation: shawn-sawn

Coda ~ Italian, meaning "tail," "queue."

In music, a coda is a passage and notation that indicates the piece is coming to a close. It is usually noticeable as the final section in a piece. pronunciation: coh-dah

Harper ~ British, meaning "harpist."

A harp is an elegant, stringed instrument with a gentle, resonant sound. It is played by sitting before it and plucking the strings with your fingers. pronunciation: har-per

Jaren ~ Hebrew, meaning "to rejoice," "to sing."

This Hebrew name has Biblical origins and is usually used for when someone sings to God. It can also be spelled as "Jeren," or "Jarren." pronunciation: jair-ehn

Lark ~ British, meaning "playful," "light-hearted," "songbird."

A lark is a small bird found all over the world. Its song and call is typically more elaborate than other birds. They are very melodious and extravagent to human ears. pronunciation: lark

Lydia(n) ~ Greek, meaning "beautiful one," "noble one."

A Lydian scale is a scale of eight notes played up and down an octave. It is technically considered a major scale, which usually has happier tones and sounds. pronunciation: lid-ee-ah, lid-ee-an

Lyric ~ Latin, meaning "lyre," "lyre-like."

Lyric poetry was originally poetry set to the playing of a lyre, but now, the term has evolved to mean the words of a piece of music meant to be sung. pronunciation: leer-ih-k

Mele ~ Polynesian, meaning "song."

Sometimes more popular as a girl's name and sometimes more popular as a boy's name, this Polynesian name, nevertheless, means "song." pronunciation: meh-leh

Morgan ~ Welsh, meaning "sea-song," "sea-born."

This Welsh name might not sound musical at first, but it still means "sea-song." Good for someone no matter the gender, this song is not as overtly musical as some others. pronunciation: more-gan

Piper ~ British, meaning "pipe player."

Used as both a first name and as a term for someone who plays the pipes or flute, this is a very musical name. pronunciation: pie-per

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savyir-genesizz-the-wizard · 2 years ago

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Andal Brask was the former Hunter Vanguard, before Cayde-6. He was revived by one of the Ghosts following Micah-10, and immediately afterwards journeyed to the Last City across the Pacific Ocean. During the early City Age, Andal was among those who assisted in the Faction Accords. He served as a mentor to Anastasia Bray in the ways of being a Hunter; he also knew Eris Morn before she descended into the Hellmouth. He's been friends with Cayde-6 and Shiro-4. He was killed by Taniks. Long story to tell.

Shin Malphur, referred to by Guardians as The Man with the Golden Gun, is a renegade Hunter Gunslinger and the protégé of Jaren Ward. He carried on his legacy, taking up his mentor's weapon, The Last Word, as his own and used to avenge Jaren's death at the hands of the infamous murderer Dredgen Yor. Decades later, Shin dedicated himself to ending all vestiges of Dredgen Yor's influence by hunting the Shadows of Yor. Malphur would later come into contact with The Guardian, giving them access to The Last Word to aid in their quest to destroy the Hive who created the Weapons of Sorrow. Malphur later revealed to the Guardian that the Guardian known as Dredgen Vale was actually an alter ego created by him as a means of treading the path between light and dark with Malphur representing the light and Dredgen Vale representing the Dark. Malphur also used his Dredgen persona to draw out Guardians who were easily tempted and corruptible so that he could confront and if necessary, eliminate them.

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musclesaber · 1 year ago

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The Quest for Size

Part 1: From Small Beginnings

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Daladon was on his way home from one of the worst days he’s ever had when he stumbled upon a cart vendor with potions, clothes, and other goods. Daladon is in for a surprise when he meets the owner of the shop and see’s what some of these goods are capable of.

The bell rang through the halls of the Marian Smith factory as Daladon Pentorn breathed a sigh of relief that the day had finally ended. “Freedom at last,” exhaled the exhausted human. Standing up from his desk, he grabbed his worker’s jacket and headed to the door, “I thought today would never end.” He pushed his way past many factory workers that out sized him, but he ducked and squeezed through the big muscular men in the crowd making his way outside. Walking towards the town square as the sunset painted the sky around him, Daladon rubbed his eyes as the lanterns in town began to light up.

“Dal! Wait up!” called a large half-orc stumbling out of the factory. Daladon turned his head and saw his friend Brucelog Gondar running towards him. The 6’3 half-orc had plenty of muscle packed onto his frame, and a sizable midsection poking out from below his white undershirt.

“Go away Bruce. I’m not in the mood tonig-HEY!” Daladon was caught off guard as Bruce grabbed his torso and hoisted Daladon up onto his shoulders. “Bruce, put me down! Today sucked and I just want to go home.”

“I’m just your giant transport service. We’re going out. We need some drinks after today,” said Bruce as he sauntered off into town with his smaller friend on his shoulders. “And I already heard what happened. My dad let me in on everything. He told me that you might’ve misread a measurement on a giant’s breast plate and now we have to waste a lot of metal remaking it,” said Bruce as he turned right towards the local tavern, Triple B’s.

“One, you’re not a giant so stop carrying me around. Two, I’m not in the mood to go out tonight. And three, that 8 looked like a 9,” said Daladon as he steadied himself on his new elevated position.

“While I agree with you Dal that it did look like a nine, 80 feet long and 90 feet long makes a BIG difference in what we’re building.” Daladon grimaced a bit and sat back on his friend's broad shoulders as they rounded the corner.

“At least take me home and let me change. I don’t want to go out in my work clothes,” said Daladon as he pulled his friend’s black hair.

“Ouch, fine. I’ll put you down. But you’d better come back out. No “Oh I’m tired and wanna be alone” crap. Come be with your friends. Kimlen even said he’d come out tonight. Plus Jaren and Siv told me that there’s a private party in the back room that they can get us into.” Bruce grabbed Daladon’s hips and put him down at the entrance to the tavern. “I’d better be seeing you soon,” stated Bruce as the tall half-orc walked through the wide double doors.

Daladon looked into the tavern at the candle lights inside, lighting up with energy and the sound of coins clinking against wood faded away as he turned towards a shortcut home. Daladon sat with his thoughts as he walked back behind a few houses with their lights off. Making his way to a dirt path back to his house. Most people were already home in bed at this hour, but his boss made him stay until the final bell of the workday rang due to his performance today. He gazed out onto the mountains on the edge of town and he saw a few torch lights moving up the steep ridges. Despite being many miles away, Daladon could see every subtle move the giant climbing the mountain side made. It helped when the torch the giant was carrying was a tree he plucked from the Earth.

As he locked eyes with the flame quickly disappearing over the peak of the mountain in the distance, Daladon’s cheek was met with sharp pain as he ran into the back of a cart. With a loud thud, Daladon hit the ground and rubbed his head. “Damn, where’d this come from?” He sat up and looked at a wooden cart blocking his path home. Daladon stumbled up to his feet and walked to the other side of the cart to where a sales window sat. “Hey buddy, you’re not allowed to park carts on these paths,” said Daladon as he looked inside the window. But much to his surprise, it was completely abandoned. Only a few crates scattered here and there on the floor with dust collecting.

“Sorry about that!” called a voice from back where Daladon came. “I’m right here. Sorry, I just put my cart there for a second so I could find where I needed to set up shop. ” Daladon sighed then started walking out to the side of the cart where the voice was coming from.

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t paying attention to wher-” Daladon stopped immediately in his tracks and stared at a massive man bounding towards him. Not only was he probably 20 feet tall, he looked as big as a whale with how much fat was on him. His tight blue shirt exaggerated every jiggle and jostle his belly made as he screeched to a stop in front of Daladon.

“Yeah, but still, I am parked illegally. I’m a bit turned around. I just got here a few minutes ago and I am already lost,” said the giant as he casually picked up the cart and hoisted it onto his shoulders like it was nothing. “Hi, I’m Sam, the Sizemologist,” said the giant with a smile as he threw his cart like a hammer throw towards Triple B’s. With a light bounce off the ground, the cart landed perfectly next to the tavern. “Bullseye.”

“You’re a- a- a-” stuttered Daladon as he looked up and up at Sam as his belly eclipsed most of his view.

“Oh yeah, sorry. Forgot this far away from the city, you don’t see many people like me.” The big man waved his hand a bit and suddenly his size started to diminish away. His belly receded into his clothes as his bright blue shirt stayed taut against him. Sam’s face came more into Daladon’s view as he shrunk down in height as well. His elven features became more and more apparent as the fat drained away. His platinum blonde hair stuck out of his hat and curled around his pointy ears as he stopped shrinking himself. Landing at about 6 feet tall with a nice beer gut on him. “And before you say it, no I’m not a giant or a gainer.” Sam walked past Daladon whose face was still frozen with excitement, lust, and fear all at once.

“But you were just like 50 feet tall or something. And had a belly bigger than my whole body,” said Daladon as he turned to see Sam walk back towards his cart.

“I don’t get my size like most people around here do,” said Sam as he gestured Daladon to his side. “But I am sorry that you hit my cart. I didn’t think I had parked it anywhere that might get hit by someone. But I guess this is a chance for you to see my stock. Here, why don’t you come in and I can show you what I got. Maybe even get you a drink on me,” said Sam as he disappeared and walked behind the cart.

“Thanks uh Sam was it? But I really do need to get going. I promised my friends I’d meet them out at Triple B’s after I went home and changed. And I really need to feed my chinchillape. He’s been home all day,” said Daladon as he resumed walking along the path towards his house.

“No no no, come in. I insist. Besides, I’m working Triple B’s tonight. I can give you something to wear so you won’t be late. It’s just like you took a bit of a detour. And now your chinchillape will be fed and thinks you’re there with him now,” said Sam with a snap as he quickly walked back to Daladon and put his arm around his shoulder, ushering him behind the cart. “And I might just have something in my shop that you’ll absolutely love.” Even at his shrunken size, Sam easily pushed the 5’5 skinny Daladon into the cart.

When Daladon stepped up into the cart, he was apprehensive about going in since the cart didn’t even look big enough to fit Sam’s belly alone inside. But to his surprise, he walked into a room almost bigger than his own tiny home. “Woah, this place is massive.” The ceilings were 20 feet high above his head and there were shelves full of boxes all around them.

“Sorry about the mess. I packed up my shop in a bit of a rush earlier so I haven’t had much time to make things look nice,” said Sam as he shut the door behind Daladon. A snap rang through the room and suddenly, the boxes vanished and were replaced with bright shiny jars with various colorful liquids sloshing around inside. Daladon’s eyes lit up with amazement as the room went from an empty warehouse to a lively storefront. Lights began to string along the shelves connecting them as signs fell down from the ceiling reading Eat Me and Does This Make Me Look Big?.

“So, are you some kind of magician or something?” asked Daladon as he walked forward and browsed the shelves.

“A sorcerer actually. And a pretty good one at that,” said Sam as his smaller, but still substantially sized belly pushed into Daladon’s back as he walked by. “But that’s only a side hustle to my true love. Alchemy.” Sam grabbed a couple of glass bottles off the top of a shelf and an empty glass jar. Daladon looked at the big man now walking behind a bar and watched intrigued as he poured orange and green liquids into the jar.

“Aren’t all the sorcerers supposed to be in Sizeopolis? I didn’t know y’all were allowed to leave.” Daladon wandered around the big room as the brown mixture changed colors to a dark purple in Sam’s hand.

“Most of us train there, but we aren’t required to stay,” said Sam as he sprinkled little green flecks down onto the drink. “After we complete our apprenticeship, we’re free to travel the world spreading size and magic to everyone. Or at least that’s what the administration says we should do. But many do stay in Sizeopolis after they graduate for all the jobs they offer magic users there.” Sam stirred the mixture as the specs of green dissolved and the mixture turned white.

Daladon continued to look around the shop in amazement at all of the different items that must be magical. A jewelry section lined with necklaces and earrings with beautiful crystals sprouting from them. Plenty of rings on display varying in size from a normal sized ring to a hula hoop sized one. “Do you get a lot of giants buying wedding rings in your shop?” asked Daladon.

“Uh…sure,” said Sam as he garnished the drink with a pink flower. Sliding it towards the edge of the bar, he grabbed a bottle with a blue liquid out from behind the bar with his other hand. “I have one funergy drink for…sorry, I just realized I never got your name.”

“My name is Daladon. Daladon Pentorn,” said Daladon as he walked away from a purple silk nightgown shimmering in the lights.

“Nice to meet you Daladon. Consider this one on the house as an “I'm sorry for parking my cart somewhere I wasn’t supposed to” apology drink.” Daladon grabbed the glass from the bar and took a sip.

“Mmm, this is delicious!” Daladon put the glass to his lips and started to drink up the white liquid until the glass was empty. “What was that stuff?”

“A funergy drink. It doesn’t take magic for me to tell that you’re beating yourself up about something,” said Sam as he waddled around the back of the bar. “Sit a spell. Tell Big Sammy about your troubles URP!” Sam let out a belch before taking another swig of his drink and keeping the bottle in his mouth so he could grab a few crates out from under the bar.

“It’s just work. I work at the Marian Smith factory in Grimford and I hate my damn job. I don’t like it, I’m not good at it, nobody there thinks I'm right for the position, it’s just a terrible set of circumstances,” said Daladon as he sat down at the bar. Running his hands through his short dirty blonde hair.

“From what I’ve heard, Marian Smith factories change drastically depending on what managers you have. Maybe you could go to a different location,” said Sam as he downed the last bit of his bottle.

“I would, but I don’t like the work. I don’t want to be a factory foreman for the rest of my life.”

“Then quit. Sounds like you’ll be a lot happier for it. And you won’t need a funergy drink to get you to go out with your friends.” Sam started unboxing the crates to reveal large jugs labeled Big Dick Energy with a cartoonish twink holding a bottle up against his impressive bulge packed tightly into a cyan colored speedo.

“I can’t. The job pays too well for me to leave. Especially in this economy,” said Daladon as he massaged the back of his sore neck. “Besides, businesses are shutting down left and right around here. It’s not like there’s a good option to go to if I do quit.”

“You could always be a traveling salesman. I’ve found it’s not a boring job in the slightest.” Sam grabbed another crate and unloaded some more jugs. This time labeled Big Ass Energy with a similar twink now turned to the side the bottle perched on his huge ass in a speedo.

“Yeah, but I’m not a powerful wizard from the big city who can conjure size from nothing,” said Daladon. He picked up one of the jugs and started to read the small print on the back.

“I’m a Sorcerer. There is a difference. Wizards are very cliquey and kind of snotty.” Sam grabbed a final crate and unloaded another set of jugs labeled Big Bara Energy with the same twink on the bottle now looking like a twunk with his big bicep balancing a bottle on it. “And I can’t conjure size from nothing. Like I said before, I’m not a giant or a gainer. I use magic to change my size.”

“What’s the difference? All I know is you were like 10 times my size and shrank right in front of me to a normal size. I assume you can grow to that size again if you wanted to. So if it looks like a giant, it is the size of a giant, I’m gonna say you’re a giant Sam.” Sam rolled his eyes a little as he set all of the jugs down on the edge of the bar.

“I mean yes, I was the size of a giant, but I don’t belong to the giants. I can’t just grow or shrink my height because I want to. I have to focus on a spell to shrink me down.”

“But you didn’t say anything before. You just shrank.”

“That’s just because that small of size manipulation can be done with a simple flick of the wrist.”

“That’s a small spell? But you were so big.”

“I wasn’t THAT big. At least not compared to the giants I’ve seen in Hitclo or Sizeopolis.”

“It’s clear you don’t get out around these parts often. We don’t have any giants in Grimford. Or at least any that stay in town for long. Most shrink down to get their deliveries and are off back to Hitclo or wherever they’re going. The tallest guy that stays in town is my friend Jaren and he’s 7’6,” said Daladon as he started to twist the top off of the bottle of Big Ass Energy before getting swatted by Sam.

“No drinking these. These are for a private party,” said Sam as he placed a final jug on the bar. “You probably want to set that down by the way. And maybe stand back.” Daladon frantically put the jug next to the others and got up from his bar stool as Sam began to circle his arms over the jugs. “Animatré grandonta meriandé! Animatré grandonta meriandé!” Sam started to chant and Daladon saw yellow sparks forming on Sam’s finger tips before cinders fell down onto the jugs below.

Daladon braced himself and rushed behind a display of cakes, cookies, and muffins that read Eat Me in icing on them. When Sam stopped chanting, Daladon watched and waited for something to happen. “You didn’t have to step back like that. Nothing’s gonna explode. Not yet at least,” chuckled Sam. Daladon emerged from his hiding spot looking intently at the jugs. Walking back, Daladon could tell something was different about them, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

“A big light show for better booze for the guests?”

“Give it a second. Just watch.” Sam smiled and turned one of the jugs to face Daladon. Looking closer, Daladon saw the twink on the jug now waving at him.

“Awe, that’s cute,” said Daladon as he waved back to the tiny label twink. The twink then grabbed the sides of the label and pulled himself out of it. Daladon’s eyes nearly gouged out of his head as he saw more little men jumping out of all the big jugs and onto the floor. “Well would you look at that. Finally, someone who’s shorter than me,” said Daladon with a satisfied smirk on his face, staring down at the little men that were maybe 8 inches tall.

“Wanna bet?” chuckled Sam again as he peered over the counter at the 12 little men standing on the ground. “Come on guys. Up and at ‘em.” The twinks all looked at each other and smiled as each one began to grow. Looking down at the twinks, Daladon stared in shock as the twinks that couldn't even reach his knees were now growing up to his waistline.

“They get bigger too?” asked Daladon as the twinks swelled up higher and higher. Now level with Daladon’s nipples.

“Indeed they do. And you haven’t even seen the best part,” said Sam as the twinks continued to grow. Each one fighting for space near the bar as their bodies expanded up to Daladon’s neckline. Daladon stepped back as they reached his height and didn't stop getting taller. The room was getting more and more cramped by the second as 12 large men started to crowd around the bar. Growing up and up and up until settling at 6’8 towering over Daladon.

“Well, I guess I’m the shortest again. That didn’t last long,” sighed Daladon as he admired the big men in their very tight speedos.

“And we’re gonna be specific tonight boys so get your best assets ready.” All of the men let out some moans as their bodies started to change again. Daladon looked at all the men surrounding him and realized what Sam meant by assets. Each man started growing differently depending on which bottle they came from. The Big Dick Energy twinks’ speedos started to stretch as their cocks elongated in them. The dick print became more and more prominent until the sides were bowing forward to accommodate the growing python and two orange sized balls under it.

Looking at some of the others, one of them was getting pumped full of muscle as his toned swimmer’s body blew up to bodybuilder levels of big. His pecs inflated out towards Daladon’s face. His biceps were getting pushed away from his torso because of their massive size. His legs got separated as his quads swelled into each other. A row of abs appearing right above the defined 6-pack that already was there. He was turning into a mass monster.

“Excellent guys. You all look fantastic. Now head in there and you’ll meet, oh what was his name, hold on.” Sam ruffled through a few stacks of paper behind the bar as Daladon gawked at the sexy men around him. “Ah ha! Found it. Go find a guy named Siv Drucian. He’ll help you guys get set up.” The boys all nodded at Sam and then started walking past Daladon going to other parts of the shop to get various bottles and cases of potions. Their big bulging bodies bumped into him as they walked past. Especially the ones whose hips had widened. Daladon turned his neck to watch an ass with cheeks the size of basketballs walk by and he was practically drooling over him. Their speedos looked more like thongs with how much strain they were putting on them.

“Wow, they’re gonna be serving us at that private party at Triple B’s? I think I’m now much more willing to go out tonight,” said Daladon as he stared at the big men sauntering out of the shop.

“No, that's just the funergy kicking in,” said Sam. “Oh and Ricardo, see me before the event starts for the specialty drinks tonight.” One of the hunks on his way out waved at Sam and ducked out the door.

“So will those guys be selling your potions tonight?” asked Daladon, retaking his seat at the bar with a noticeable bulge at attention in his pants.

“Indeed they will. They’ll be your cock and tail waiters tonight ready to give out some specialty potions requested by our employer. And if you think that they’re great now, you should see them when we’re hired as performers,” said Sam as the last one squeezed his wide hips out the door and shut it behind him.

“Damn. Now I wanna tell my friend not to perform tonight so I can watch them.”

“Your friend is working this party?” asked Sam as he looked up from collecting more bottles of potions.

“A couple of them actually. Siv, the guy your boys are meeting, he’s one of my friends. Love that guy.”

“He’s the one performing?”

“No, he’s just the bartender. My friend Jaren is the one performing.”

“Oh yes, the giant boy. Well knowing who we’re serving tonight, I’m sure they’ll love a guy that big,” said Sam as he walked out from the bar. “And if your bartender friend needs any help with the drinks, I can make just about anything. And what I can’t make, I can conjure. Now I do believe I also told you I’d get you something to wear for tonight.” Sam wiggled his fingers and the sign that read Does This Make Me Look Big? lit up.

“I don’t know Sam. I don’t really have the size to call anything about me big,” said Daladon, looking down at his fairly average body.

“Nonsense. Anything can be big. You might feel small right now, but I’ve met men that live life at a fraction of your size. As well as men who live life bigger than entire planets.” Sam pat Daladon on the back and led him through the shop. “But maybe I could give you a little bit of an upgrade if that funergy drink didn’t get you one hundred percent ready for tonight.” Reams of fabric started flying off the walls into Sam’s hands as he occasionally muttered something to himself. “Now what size do you want?”

“Well I wear a small shirt and have about a-“

“I didn’t ask what size do you wear, I asked what size do you want?” Daladon stopped in his tracks once Sam sat down at a sewing station.

“You could make me bigger?”

“That’s what I do. It’s what I LIVE for. Now tell me, what kind of body do you want to have tonight?” Sam started cutting bright blue fabric and mumbling things under his breath again.

“Um, I don’t know. I definitely could be taller. Maybe a bit of muscle, but not like aggressive muscles. A bit of fat is fine. Ooo actually a belly would be nice. Maybe not one as big as yours though.” Daladon paced behind Sam and continued to ramble off parameters for what he wanted his body to be.

“I’ve got limited fabric here so I can’t do all of that, but I think I’ve got a good snapshot of what you want.” Bright blue fabric started to unfurl around them and sewing needles flew through the air. Sam’s muttering began to get louder and louder into a full blown chant. “Exeto incantrabe god petsha yunn marcotauph!” Sam shouted aggressively and raised his arms into the air again. Scissors started slicing through fabric followed by needles threading in and out, connecting everything together. Daladon watched in disbelief as reams of fabric spun around them creating a vortex. But Daladon’s smile began to fade when a blue singlet formed before his very eyes with a weird patch of yellow fabric on the left pec.

“A singlet? Really? Sure, you’ve got your cock and tail waiters that look like they’re models in Sizeopolis, but I don’t think that’s my style Sam.” Daladon walked to put his hand on Sam’s back on the chair while the singlet floated down.

“The magic you have to say with words takes a second. Here, go try it on and then tell me if you got anything like it at home.” Sam sat up and handed Daladon the singlet.

“It does look like you got the measurements right,” said Daladon as he held it up to his body.

“Trust me. I always get the measurements right.” Daladon turned to go to the dressing room where he slid the curtain shut and started undressing from his work clothes. Daladon held the singlet up to him once he was just wearing his underwear. After taking a deep breath, Daladon brought the singlet down to put his legs in. Pulling the singlet up and pushing his arms through the holes, Daladon looked at himself in the mirror.

“Maybe a little tight,” said Daladon as he tugged the straps up to be perched on his traps.

“Give it a second!” shouted Sam as the yellow patch on Daladon’s left pec began to shine. Daladon let out a small moan as a shiver ran through his body. He felt his cock immediately start twitching as a warmth flooded his system.

Daladon’s body began to expand with size. It was very small and unnoticeable at first, but Daladon could feel the sides of the singlet digging into him a bit. Looking down at himself, he saw his pecs blowing up under the blue fabric. Daladon couldn’t help but grope his chest and feel the muscle that was forming on his chest. The straps dug into his shoulders as his traps and neck thickened. He looked to his side and saw the strap of the singlet extending out into a sleeve around his growing arms. As the sleeves formed, he could feel his biceps pushing back against the fabric as they swelled with size.

Daladon was pulled away by a new sensation. The fabric around his crotch was getting tighter and tighter. He could feel his dick fighting for space in the singlet as the underwear inside snapped. Unable to hang on due to his widening hips. Daladon moaned again, his cock now free to surge up in size. He looked down at his remarkable bulge he sported now. Pulsing with life, the beast swelled bigger and bigger with every heartbeat. Extending out to 10 inches long with balls as big as eggs and still growing. He also saw the fabric around his legs receding into the singlet. Cutting itself off to look like booty shorts, strangling his massive quads inside them. The last of his underwear sliding down the pant leg in tatters on the floor.

Turning to the side and looking in the mirror in front of him, Daladon got a great view of his dump truck ass. Grabbing the big cheek, it felt heavy as he shook it. He couldn’t help but feel himself get hard over how huge he was getting. He smacked his ass and practically moaned when he saw the ripples cascading along the fabric. He stopped admiring himself as the singlet’s fabric started to recede again. This time it moved upwards from his waist, exposing his belly button that started to swell out in front of him. His once flat stomach rounding out as he heard a gurgle emit from his belly. He reached down to pat his swelling orb of a belly and ran his hands along it. Feeling how expansive it was. The fabric stopped just under his textbook sized pecs as the yellow patch of fabric started to fold and morph into an S symbol. And it wasn’t just an ordinary S on the outfit, it sported a curled bicep on the top right tail, a couple of moobs followed by a heavy belly as the curve on the left side, a perfectly round belly on the right curve, and a massive cock as the bottom tail of the S.

“Woah,” said Daladon. He couldn’t believe the sight before him. He stood there looking like he was out of his own wet dream. Not only had the singlet made him bigger, it also had heightened his other features. He now sported a nice square jaw line as well as bright blonde styled hair. The singlet itself had morphed into a top that covered Daladon’s chest with long sleeves on his arms that had holes over where the peak of his bowling ball sized biceps were. He could barely see the booty shorts he was wearing below his pecs and belly, but looking in the mirror, they left nothing to the imagination. The blue fabric accentuated his cock and balls perfectly. Making them look absolutely stuffed in the shorts. And after seeing how much size he got in his ass, he guessed the entire outfit was fighting for dear life to contain his size.

“Well don’t leave me in suspense! Come out!” called a giddy Sam. Daladon turned and walked out of the dressing room to see Sam smiling up at him. “Damn I’m good,” mused Sam as he let out a whistle looking Daladon up and down.

Daladon’s already big smile grew even bigger as he realized he’d grown taller too. Before, he was eye level with Sam’s pecs, but now Sam was eye level with Daladon’s. “This is incredible! Thank you, thank you, thank you Sam!” shouted Daladon. Running up to Sam and crouching down to give the big man a hug only to hoist him up into the air with glee.

“You’re welcome, big guy. Now, go have fun with your friends. Enjoy your night,” said Sam as Daladon released him from his tight grip.

“I’ll be sure to tell my friends to tip your boys well tonight,” said Daladon as his heavy footfalls shook the whole shop.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re already getting paid handsomely by whoever’s throwing this party. But I’ll see you in there.” Sam winked at Daladon and Daladon threw the door to the shop open and ducked out of the shop, but not before squeezing his hips out. Smiling to himself, Sam turned and waddled back to the bar and began making drinks for tonight.

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