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Haha thanks amiga fir the fan art.

Never thought you to be Lucas thirster.

And Readers give my friend here a follow, she got good arts like this one and also from other IFs

It would be a shame to not let this one see the light of day. Since you're back Chance, here you go Lucas from @dragonedged-if

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Author's Tale Entries

So Merry Christmas my lovely Readers! Yes! I know that I disappeared for a long time but to summarize it I took a break and life is very hectic as of now.

Writing is resuming and as you guys wait I decided to this. Ever since I was a kid me and my friends use to to this type of thing plus I can use it as practice. I'm sure you guys already stumbles stuff like this but to clarify I will explain it. This will be your story where the outcome is random based on your choice and my let's say whims. So expect the writing style will change as time goes on and such. So without further ado let us begin.

Close your ey- Wait! Haha silly me, your reading not listening so I want you instead to visualize. (Keep them peepers open now!)

A.T. Entry 1

The sun, a celestial artist, weaves an ethereal tapestry through the verdant foliage overhead. It bathes you in its warm, golden embrace, illuminating the colors of the surrounding flora with an intensity that leaves you mesmerized. You draw in a lungful of the pristine air, letting it fill your senses with the harmony of nature, before releasing it with a contented sigh that mingles with the rustling of the leaves.

Every pore of your skin basks in the sun's affectionate kiss, sending a delightful tingle coursing through your veins, a reminder of the life that thrums within you. Your ears, attuned to the forest's melody, catch the harmonious chirping of the birds, their fluttering wings beating a rhythm that resonates with the very heartbeat of the wilderness, shaking of the branches as their talons find purchase on its woods..

Suddenly, an unexpected sound - the crisp snap of a twig - punctuates the serenity. Whirling around, your boots send a spray of loose earth and pebbles scattering. A figure emerges from the dappled shadows, and a doe steps into your line of sight. It regards you with its obsidian eyes, an epitome of tranquility as it absentmindedly munches on some fresh leaves, wholly unperturbed by your presence.

Now, isn't this a sight to behold? You, alone in the heart of nature, sharing a moment with a doe - something straight out of a Disney movie, don't you think? Except, of course, without the singing animals and magic. But hey, who needs that when you've got the real deal right here, in all its untamed glory? It's almost as if Mother Nature herself decided to roll out the red carpet just for you.

So go ahead, take a moment. Savor the feeling. After all, it's not every day you get to play Snow White in the woods, is it?

Finish? Well, it seems the doe's novelty has worn off, hasn't it? You turn your back on it, slightly affronted by its lack of interest, and, dare we say, its judgmental gaze? Well, no matter, there's a whole world out there waiting to be explored. One foot before the other, you march forward, your path dictated not by choice but by the whims of this narrative.

But wait! What's that lurking in the distance? A structure of some sort emerges from the verdant sea of green, its silhouette a stark contrast against the sunlit foliage. Even from this considerable gap, the infectious melody of mirth reaches your ears, a siren's call that tugs at your curiosity. It appears the festivities have begun without you, you old latecomer, you!

Intrigued and slightly affronted (because who starts a party without you?), you press on, drawn towards the distant merriment like a moth to a flame. The harmony of laughter and joyous chatter wafts towards you, carried on the gentle breeze, a tantalizing taste of what lies ahead.

Isn't it just like you, chasing after the sound of fun and abandoning our poor doe friend? But, who can blame you? After all, who can resist the pull of a good party, especially when the soundtrack sounds like a scene straight out of The Great Gatsby? So, dust off your boots and straighten your collar, my friend, for it seems the night has only just begun. And remember, punctuality is overrated when you're the life of the party!

As you draw closer to the establishment, your eyes eagerly roam about, searching for any signs of life. And there it is, a sign looming atop the building, its weathered appearance only adding to its charm. The words "Nature's Embrace" are proudly displayed, the letters slightly faded but still commanding attention. It's as if the tavern has emerged from the heart of the forest itself, nestled in a place where magic and reality intertwine.

Vines boldly crawl up the sides of the building, embracing it with nature's touch, as if the very essence of the forest has claimed this place as its own. The wooden facade, weathered and worn, tells tales of countless adventures and laughter that have echoed within.

As you approach the entrance, the sound of merriment grows louder, seeping through the cracks of the door and beckoning you to step inside. You can't help but marvel at the warm glow that spills out from the windows, casting dancing shadows on the path before you. Laughter and the clinking of mugs intertwine, creating a collection of joy that resonates in the air.

With anticipation bubbling within you, each step on the worn-out staircase seems to echo through the air, the creaking boards adding a touch of suspense to your ascent. The sound magnifies the excitement building inside you, as if the very steps are teasing you with the promise of what lies beyond. (Oh, the anticipation must be killing you, my dear reader!)

Finally, you reach the doorknob, your hand reaching out to grasp the weathered wooden knob. Its rough surface greets your fingertips, creating a tactile connection that heightens your senses. You can almost feel the stories embedded within its grains and the countless hands that have turned it over the years. With a firm grip, you push the door open, revealing a burst of light and life within.

As you step further into the bustling tavern, the noise that greeted you outside is nothing compared to the deafening orchestra that engulfs you now. The air is alive with the vibrant melodies of musicians stationed on the side, their fingers dancing across strings and keys with unparalleled gusto. A lute is plucked with nimble precision, its melody resonating with a sense of longing and whimsy. A harp is strummed, its ethereal notes cascading through the air like a gentle breeze. And the xylophone adds its own playful rhythm, its vibrant tones punctuating the music with a delightful charm. (Don't be shy now, go one shake that hip, tap that foot and get your groove on!)

In the center of the room, a roaring fire crackles in the hearth, casting a warm and inviting glow. Its flames dance with wild abandon, casting flickering shadows that playfully dance across the walls. And what a sight those walls present! Adorned with the heads of majestic animals, each trophy tells a story of bravery and triumph. The mighty bear stands proud, its gaze fierce and unwavering. The boar's tusks gleam in the flickering light, a testament to its untamed strength. And the wolf, frozen in a ferocious snarl, seems to guard the room with unwavering loyalty. Among the trophies, a bow is proudly displayed, its wood gleaming with a polished sheen.

With a spring in your step, you confidently navigate through the bustling atmosphere of the tavern, deftly sidestepping two men locked in a heated brawl. The sound of bones crunching fills the air as their punches connect. You manage to avoid the chaos and make your way towards a vacant table, before skillfully maneuvering around a stumbling drunkard, his ale swishing dangerously in his mug. Just as he nears collision with you, he trips over a misplaced stool and crashes to the ground, his muffled groans drowned out by the raucous laughter of the patrons.

Finally, you settle into the comfort of a sturdy chair at the table, relieved to have survived the onslaught of what the locals call "Happy Hour." The tavern is alive with conversation, clinking glasses, and the occasional burst of raucous laughter. Amidst the lively ambiance, a voice, sultry and captivating, slices through the noise, capturing your attention like a siren's call.

You turn towards the source of the voice and find yourself captivated by the sight of a woman in her thirties. A mischievous smile dances upon her lips, and her amber eyes burn with a fiery intensity. Her cascading hair, the color of autumn leaves, frames her face like a soft halo. "Come here often, stranger?"

In one fluid motion, she reaches for a frothy mug on her tray and takes a seat at your table. "On the house!" she declares, her voice a velvety purr, before sauntering off to attend to the other patrons. The rich aroma of the freshly poured ale wafts up to your nostrils, tempting your senses with its intoxicating fragrance.

Hold your horses, my adventurous friend, for no journey is complete without choosing your class and assembling your crew! With your mug in hand, you survey the area, searching for potential allies amidst the lively festivities. Your eyes are drawn to the far left corner, where a group of armored figures revel in high spirits. One particularly enthusiastic individual jumps onto a table, rallying his comrades with fervor.

"Come, brothers and sisters! Tonight, we celebrate our initiation as the Lord's instruments of justice!" the helmet-clad leader exclaims, his voice booming across the tavern. The group responds in unison, their voices harmonizing in a resounding chorus of "AMEN…AMEN…AMEN!" Just as the leader raises his mug to drink, he sways precariously, losing his balance and toppling off the table, much to the amusement of his companions.

Curiosity piqued, you continue your search, your gaze now shifting to the shadowy corners of the room. Two individuals stand apart from the revelry, observing the festivities with an air of quiet detachment. Their eyes dart around, filled with a mix of distrust and paranoia. Squinting to get a better look, you notice tattoos adorning their hands, but before you can discern their meaning, the owners quickly roll up their sleeves, obscuring your view.

As you crane your head, your attention is immediately captivated by a group of adventurers gathered around a grand feast. One of them bears an impressive ax strapped to his back, exuding an aura of strength and determination. An elf, with a sleek bow slung across her shoulder, exudes an air of grace and precision. Your keen eye catches the subtle movements of another figure, a nimble thief, his hands disappearing and reappearing in a swift and practiced manner. And lastly, a fair maiden donning a pristine white robe, her head bowed in prayer, murmuring words of protection for her comrades.

Just as you begin to take in their presence, another voice, filled with confidence and charm, reaches your ears. "Listen, lads and lasses, for I shall regale you with a tale of the legendary Sword Dancer!" The speaker, undoubtedly a seasoned storyteller, captures the attention of the entire group. Their appearance suggests they are mercenaries, enjoying a well-deserved respite after a successful mission. Two members of their party, engrossed in a game of Five Finger Fillet, demonstrate their dexterity as the knives dance across their fingertips, the metallic tips dangerously close to their flesh.

As you take a sip of the complimentary ale, its flavors explode on your tongue, a delightful blend of hops and malt that dances across your taste buds. The liquid glides smoothly down your throat, leaving a warm, lingering sensation in its wake. You can't help but savor the moment, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the boisterous crowd that surrounds you.

Now dear readers as you drink your ale in deep thought, let me present to you four enticing classes to choose from. Each class possesses its own unique abilities, strengths, and weaknesses, along with their own unique captivating stories and journeys.

Let us begin with the Paladin class, noble warriors skilled in the art of close combat. Their proficiency with weapons and unwavering strength make them formidable adversaries on the battlefield. These warriors seek honor and glory, their journey driven by an unwavering determination to prove themselves in combat and earn the respect of their comrades. However, their reliance on physical strength may sometimes cloud their tactical judgment, leading to challenges that test their resolve.

Moving on, we have the enigmatic Assassins, masters of stealth and deception. These silent predators thrive in the shadows, executing covert operations with deadly precision. Their agility and reflexes make them formidable foes, capable of infiltrating enemy lines undetected and eliminating their targets with lethal efficiency. The Assassins' journey is one of secrecy and intrigue, navigating a world where shadows hold secrets and danger lurks at every turn. However, their solitary nature can sometimes isolate them from their allies, presenting a unique set of challenges.

The Mercenary Class, our third option, consists of battle-hardened warriors with vast experience in combat tactics. These versatile fighters adapt to any situation, whether it be engaging in close combat or providing ranged support. Driven by profit and the thrill of adventure, mercenaries eagerly take on contracts and revel in the spoils of war. However, their loyalty lies with the highest bidder, and their actions may be fueled by personal gain rather than a sense of honor or duty.

Lastly, we have the Bard Mage, a mesmerizing combination of spellcasting and musical enchantment. These magical minstrels wield both the power of spells and the captivating melodies of music. With their harmonies, they can heal wounds, inspire bravery, or lull enemies into a deep slumber. The Bard Mage's repertoire of spells is vast and diverse, allowing them to adapt to any situation they encounter. Their journey is one of artistic expression and mystical exploration.

As you contemplate these four intriguing classes, the possibilities unfold before you. The allure of glory and honor beckons as you envision yourself as a valiant Paladin, standing on the frontlines of battle. Perhaps the thrill of adventure and the promise of lucrative rewards draw you towards the life of a Mercenary, where each new contract brings both danger and excitement. Or maybe, just maybe, the enigmatic world of shadows and secrets calls to your soul, tempting you to become an elusive Assassin, a master of stealth and deception. Alternatively, the enchanting melodies and spellcasting prowess of the Bard Mage may resonate within you, offering a path of magic and artistic expression.

Dear readers, the choice is yours. So, weigh the pros and cons, let your imagination soar, and select the class that ignites a fire within your heart, guiding you towards the adventure that awaits.

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Greetings My Lovely Readers 😊🥂

So just gonna post this here since you guys follow me here a lot.

Progress have been steady in the past few days and mid terms coming to an end.

And I still need to fix the damn bug in regards to the saving option thingy here.

TTA is going great with lots of family drama and angst. Not to mention I will be adding a custi option on how your Redemption (Katana) will like. So far I have flames 🔥, sakura blossoms 🌸, dragon 🐉, oni, etc. Designs for you guys to pick.

And how can I forgot?

Happy HOWL-loween, My dearest Mother-peckers(Why the pun? Cause it's punny)

Here's some wolfo and birdo art made by me 😁

Also to those who are curious about my name, now you guys will know.

For my next project I will be trying to draw Mercy& Vengeance. I been dying to draw them. That's for now kiddos and have fun treating them candies.

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New collab If guys

"Greetings, Reader!

You are about to enter a world of darkness, danger, and deception.

A world where a child has been sold to the most powerful underworld company known as the Fates. A world where you will have to make life-or-death decisions for them. This is not a typical story of an orphan or a survivor.

This is a story of a child who has to learn how to kill, lie, and manipulate in order to survive in the dark side of New York City. A city where crime never sleeps and where the Fates control everything from the shadows.

You are not just a passive observer of this story. You are an active participant. You are the voice, the intuition, the gut feeling of the child protagonist. You will have to guide them through their trials and tribulations, their choices and consequences, their victories and defeats. But be careful, Reader.

The Fates are watching your every move. They have plans for you and the child. Plans that may not end well for either of you.

Are you ready to take on this challenge, Reader? Are you ready to face the Fates? Reader I beckon you to join them on this extraordinary adventure, where danger lurks at every turn, and the stakes are unimaginably high.

Through your unwavering presence, you will empower our young hero to face their fears, outsmart their enemies, and ultimately shape their own destiny.

Prepare yourself for a thrilling and immersive experience. Brace for the adrenaline-pumping encounters, the unexpected alliances, and the heart-wrenching decisions that will test the limits of our protagonist's resilience.

Are you ready to embark on this extraordinary journey, dear Reader? The fate of our young protagonist lies in your hands. Choose wisely, for their life depends on it. Then come closer, and let me tell you more about this story…"

Elizabeth Baker, The Rider of Death

"Appearances can be deceiving. I don't have to be gentle with my words to save your life."

She was once a respected doctor at a prestigious hospital, admired by colleagues and loved by patients. Her passion for saving lives and talent for surgery were well-known. However, everything changed when she uncovered the hospital's dark truth. They were charging exorbitant fees while using second-hand equipment and expired drugs. The medical director was involved in a corruption scheme, siphoning off millions of dollars.

When Elizabeth confronted him, he responded with threats and violence. In self-defense, she accidentally killed him with a scalpel. Fleeing the scene, she left behind her career and reputation, going into hiding. In the underworld, she became a freelance doctor, offering services to criminals and outcasts.

Operating in secret locations, she used whatever tools and resources she could find. Her prices were high, but she maintained high standards. Morality and legality didn't matter to her clients as long as they paid well and respected her rules. With a sharp tongue and a cold heart, she became the most sought-after doctor in the underworld.

Over time, her skills grew, and she began performing complex procedures like organ transplants and limb replacements. You and your mentor have made countless deals with Death, even cheating him a few times, so you know how to handle someone like her.

~

Nate O'Neil, The Rider Of Conquest

"The beauty of an explosion's light surpasses that of a sunrise!"

Nate is an unpredictable force within the group. He excels at causing explosions and demolishing obstacles, making him the go-to person for such tasks. Nate embodies chaos and has a twisted love for destruction.

Recklessness defines Nate. He thrives in dangerous situations, embracing the adrenaline rush that comes with each explosive endeavor. With a devil-may-care attitude, he charges into any situation, leaving destruction in his wake. His disregard for personal safety often leaves his comrades on edge, unsure of what he might do next.

Nate's passion for pyrotechnics is unmatched. He finds beauty in the chaos and destruction that fire brings, taking pleasure in watching things go up in flames. His eyes light up at explosions, and his laughter echoes through the chaos as he revels in the fiery spectacle. He is a true pyromaniac, using the world as his canvas to paint with flames.

But Nate is not just a reckless demolition expert; he is also the life of the party. With his larger-than-life personality, he fills the room with infectious energy. His boisterous laughter and dark jokes keep everyone entertained, even in dire circumstances. Nate can turn any situation into a comedy show, ensuring there is never a dull moment.

He possesses an innate talent for determining the right amount of explosive power needed to achieve the desired result, whether it's breaching a secure facility or creating a distraction with a chaotic firework display.

Nate is also one of the most loyal members of the group. He always has their back, regardless of the situation. He willingly puts himself in harm's way to protect his comrades and will fight fiercely for them if necessary. His bravery knows no bounds, and while his recklessness can sometimes lead to trouble, it is ultimately his heroic actions that make him the beloved daredevil he is today. Nate O'Neil is a wild card, a dynamo of destruction, and the heart of humor in the group. He reminds everyone that even in the darkest times, laughter and explosions can still exist, and he is always ready to ignite excitement wherever he goes.

~

Haley Jones, The Rider Of Famine

"When I look through the scope, all I see is you."

Haley, a Texan country girl, was born and raised on a ranch. She had a fiery spirit and a talent for precision. While she was no stranger to hard work and the thrill of the open fields, it was the touch of cold metal and the weight of a sniper rifle that truly ignited her passion.

From a young age, Haley displayed an uncanny talent for marksmanship. Her ability to hit headshots with unwavering accuracy earned her the title of the best sniper in her town's academy. Instead of pursuing a military career, Haley chose to become an assassin, targeting key figures who committed heinous acts.

Haley's movements were as precise as her shots. She never missed a target and always completed her missions efficiently. Her sass and flirtatiousness added to the mystique that surrounded her. She often used her curves to distract opponents, giving her time to get into optimal shooting position. People said that if you heard Haley's rifle, it was already too late - you had been marked and there was no escaping your fate.

Despite being an elite assassin, Haley never lost sight of her roots. She took pride in her Texan heritage and maintained a strong work ethic. After every assignment, she would return home to the ranch to decompress from the chaos. Among familiar faces, she would tend to the fields or go horseback riding, finding solace in the simplicity of her upbringing.

~

David Garcia, The Rider Of War

"I don't engage in meaningless conversations. Prove your worth or go away."

David is a mysterious and versatile individual. In private, he is quiet and reserved, preferring simple communication. However, during missions, he surprises even his closest allies with his various personas.

David is quick-witted and can easily become a charismatic trickster. With his clever wordplay and silver tongue, he can turn the tide of a battle without using force.

Flirtation comes naturally to David, and he uses it to manipulate and gather information. It's hard to determine his true intentions when encountering him.

Regardless of the roles he assumes, David is always dedicated to completing his missions. He will do whatever it takes to accomplish his tasks, whether it's infiltrating an enemy stronghold or uncovering a sinister plot.

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Congrats prend 😊

Also if you guys also got a question for my ROs in DE and TTA go for it 😊

600 FOLLOWERS YAY

To celebrate reaching 600 followers, I will be conducting interviews with our beloved ROs. Send your question and specify which RO(s) you would like to answer it. Both King's Despair and Shadow of Styria casts are available for this.

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Something Fluffy

So decided to write something different and plus I gave my word that I will write a snippet for a friend of mine. Here you go

//''(Lucas POV)''//

You look yoursef at the mirror, hands clenching and unclecning at your sides, you can feel your fingers digging into your skin and the small metallic scent of your blood. Yet your face betrays the unease and turmoil your body is going through. Those deep azure eyes of yours remained calm, looking back into your reflection and lips shut in a easy line.

People always have asked you how do you remained calm under pressure. You find it absurd that all of the people living here in this kingdom they will ask you that stupid question. Do they think that your some God walking among them? How many times have you felt nervous for every coming battle, how your nerves flutter for every time their Majesties will asked your opinion on their grand decisions on Tiara.

Yet you answer every single time. "I don't!" then you will leave them to ponder your words. Your ears can hear the songs of the bird, your skin the warmth and light of the sun invading your room, your sight can perceive the wrinkles on your white tuxedo and when your raised a hand to smooth them, the texture of the smooth silk brushing your skin. Every senses heightned as well as your worries and fears for this monumentous day.

The day you have been preparing for months, the day that will change your life forever. This white tuxedo, like a second skin adorns every inch of your body, fitting perfectly and highlighting the contours of your body. The golden buttons on the front are gleaming against the white fabric giving it a delicate touch of elegance. An ivory tie is tucked under its collar, lifting up your chin and making you look forward and not back.

The people surround you seem to be gathered inside this room, although they're still quite far away from you. The air swirling around them like a living being itself as they whisper amongst each other sharing what's going to happen today. You can hear them talking about what their expectations are and what's going to come out from this event.

Your surroundings feel thick with anticipation as all their faces turn towards you with expectant eyes waiting for something grand to happen. But instead of feeling scared, it gives strange sort of comfort knowing that somewhat even the servants are bound to duty they're here to be there and support you. As you stood before the ornate mirror, adjusting the cuffs of your finely tailored suit, a servant girl approached your side, her steps hesitant yet determined. She bowed her head respectfully and addressed you, her voice filled with a mix of deference and curiosity. "Master Lucas, is it to your liking?"

You tore your gaze away from your reflection and turned to face her. A warm smile played upon your lips as you reached out and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. You could feel the tremor that coursed through her body, a mixture of nervousness and relief. "It's fine, and please, don't call me Master. Lucas is just fine," you reassured her, your voice filled with genuine kindness.

She raised her head, her emerald eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of awe and uncertainty. "Are you sure, Mas-" she began, her voice faltering as a blush crept onto her cheeks. She quickly looked away! "Lucas?" you finish her sentence with a reassuring nod and a chuckle. "There you go. It's much easier to say one word than a title, isn't it?" Your attempt at humor helps ease her nerves.

The servants and the lower class had always held a special place in your heart. You had witnessed their struggles, the pain and suffering etched into their calloused hands and scarred bodies. They toiled under the unforgiving sun and soil, working tirelessly to grow the food they needed to survive. Their resilience and unwavering spirit had earned your admiration and respect.

"Yes, I very much like it. Please send my salutations to the tailor of this magnificent masterpiece!" you declared, bowing your head to the servant girl. As she turned to leave, you caught a glimpse of her gasping, her eyes wide with surprise. It was a small gesture, but one that held great significance to her.

"Very well, Lucas!" she replied, bowing her head once more before quickly retreating from your presence. Only the countless servants remained, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and awe. You couldn't blame them; a Royal Protector acting with kindness towards those of lesser stature was a rarity.

The door creaked open, and you watched as the servant girl exited the room, a chorus of giggles trailing in her wake. You return your attention back to the mirror, your fingers making some final adjustments to your countenance, striving for perfection. The door swung open once more, and a symphony of shuffling, bows, and curtsies filled the room. A pang of disappointment tugged at your heart. Respect like this was reserved for nobles or those of higher standing. You, on the other hand, harbored a disdain for those born into wealth and privilege. Life was undeniably unfair, and the fates seemed cruel. Yet, you knew that all you could do was play your part and offer assistance to those less fortunate.

You remained focused on the mirror, your eyes fixed on your reflection, unaware of the approaching presence. The mirror, unfortunately, was positioned to the side, denying you even a glimpse of the intruder. The footsteps drew nearer, but you chose to ignore them, paying no heed to the advancing visitor.

Suddenly, hands covered your eyes, and your initial reaction was one of irritation. "I'll have you know that only my family and loved ones are allowed to do that!" you growled, your blood simmering at this unwarranted intrusion.

The stranger leaned in close, their warm breath caressing your ear, and their voice, sweet and oh so familiar, sent shivers down your spine. "You wound me, my beloved," they purred, their words a tantalizing tease. "Do I not count as one of your loved ones?" they purred, their words sending shivers down your spine and an ache of longing deep within your chest. It was a voice that you knew all too well, a voice that held the power to both ignite and soothe your soul.

A chuckle escaped your lips, and you placed your own hands over theirs. "Of course, you're included, my sweet Nora," you replied, your voice laced with mock exasperation, your desire barely concealed. "After all, you're my future."

With that, you removed her hands from your eyes and turned around to face her, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. Nora stood before you, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her presence a welcomed interruption in the midst of the grand event unfolding around you.

As you stood there, your heart pounding in your chest, your eyes were drawn to her. She was a vision of elegance and beauty, dressed in a breathtaking gown of deep blue. The color seemed to dance against her fair skin, highlighting her ethereal presence. Her lips, a vivid shade of red, added a touch of allure to her already captivating appearance.

But it wasn't just her clothing that held your attention. Her hair, flowing in soft waves down her back, was the same enchanting shade of blue as her dress. Each strand seemed to shimmer in the light, adding to the mystique that surrounded her. As she moved, the waves cascading like a waterfall, it was as if she carried the essence of the ocean itself. As you gazed at her, a feeling of warmth and safety overtook you. Nora had been the one constant in your life, always offering unwavering support and guidance, no matter the circumstances. You knew that you could always count on her to be there for you, to offer a shoulder to lean on and a hand to hold. Your heart swelled with love and affection as you took a step towards her, your arms outstretched, inviting her into an embrace. Without hesitation, she took a step forward, her arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. You felt her warmth and softness

It was no wonder that you had fallen for her; she was everything you had ever wanted in a partner, and more. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Lucas," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "But I wanted to wish you luck before everything starts. You look stunning, by the way," she added, her eyes raking over your form, appreciation evident in every line of her body. You chuckled softly, a feeling of warmth spreading through your chest. "Thank you, my love. You look stunning as well, as always," you said, your eyes fixed on hers.

Nora gazed at you with a mix of adoration and concern, her lips curling into a tender smile. But her eyes, oh, her eyes betrayed the worry that gnawed at her heart. It was as if they held the weight of a thousand unspoken fears. She reached out and took your hand, gently placing it against her soft, warm cheeks, closing her eyes as she savored the caress."Lucas, I can see the nervousness in your eyes." she murmured, her hand tenderly raising yours to rest upon her cheek. You obliged, your fingers brushing against her soft skin as she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of your touch.

Your touch on her delicate skin was hesitant, as though you feared she might vanish like a wisp of mist beneath your fingertips. The thought of losing her, of her slipping away from your grasp, terrified you to the core. But you couldn't let her see your fear. "It's fine, my sweet," you assured her, mustering all the strength you had. "I must be strong for you, for both of us."

Nora opened her eyes, her gaze shifting to your hand, palm facing upward. Her concern deepened as she traced her fingers along the scars etched onto your skin. "Why do you have scars here, my love?" she asked, her voice laced with worry and curiosity. "Why do you draw blood upon yourself?" Her words preyed upon your soul, a painful reminder of the hurt you caused her, the hurt you caused yourself.

You took a deep breath, struggling to find the words to explain the inexplicable. "It's a part of me, Nora," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "A reminder of the battles I've fought, the demons I've faced. I've hurt myself to cope, to feel something amidst the chaos inside me. But I promise you, my love, I'm trying to heal."

Nora's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her love for you evident in every glance, every touch. "Lucas, you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders," she implored, her voice a plea. "Let me share your burdens, your fears. We are a team, my love, and together we can face anything."

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this intimate moment. Your hands remained entwined, a symbol of your unwavering connection. With a tender smile, you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, a silent promise of your love and the shared journey that lay ahead, your heart swelling with gratitude for Nora's unwavering support. "Thank you, my love," you said, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and determination. "I will lean on you, just as you lean on me. We'll face the darkness together, and find the light within."

You gently brushed away the tears that streamed down Nora's face, your heart heavy with regret. The sight of her crying tore at your soul, knowing that it was your own selfish actions that had caused her pain. "Hush now, my love," you whispered, your voice filled with remorse. "Tears are not a worthy sight for an angel as divine as you."

Nora's sobs continued, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Every tear shed for you, Lucas, is worth it," she choked out, her words filled with a raw and undeniable emotion. With a trembling hand, she reached out and placed it on your cheek, her touch both comforting and heartbreaking.

As you leaned in to kiss her forehead, a mixture of longing and sorrow filled the air. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the weight of this moment. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of Nora's sniffling.

Her voice, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, broke the silence. "I can't bear to see you hurting like this," she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. "I would endure a thousand tears if it meant easing your pain."

You could feel the conflicting emotions swirling within you, a storm of anger, sadness, and regret. The scent of Nora's perfume mingled with the salty tang of her tears, creating a bittersweet symphony that filled the room.

As you gently stroked her hair, her sobs began to subside, her breathing growing steadier and more even. She leaned back, her gaze fixed on yours, her eyes red and puffy. "Promise me that you will be open to me!" she looks at you expectantly. "All your fears, sins, worries and burdens. Promise me that you will share them with me." Her words echoed in your mind, a plea, a prayer, a promise. A surge of emotion rose within you, threatening to burst forth in a torrent of tears and anguish. But you remained strong, unwilling to break down in front of her.

"I promise, Nora," you whispered, your voice hoarse with emotion. "I will lean on you, and together we will face the darkness. We will find the light within." As the words spilled from your lips, you knew that they were true.

In this moment, you were one. You and Nora, together, were unstoppable. The world may have thrown obstacles and challenges your way, but it was you who would prevail. You leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, a silent affirmation of your love and commitment. Her arms wrapped around you, and you felt her warmth and softness. She was everything you had ever dreamed of, and more.

As you and Nora stood in the room, the air heavy with anticipation, the tranquility was shattered by a sudden commotion in the hallway. Gasps and exclamations filled the air, a mixture of surprise and excitement. The door swung open, revealing the grand presence of the Royal Guard, adorned in their finest uniforms. Their faces displayed a combination of awe and uncertainty as they approached you, their heads respectfully bowed.

"It's time," one of the guards announced, his voice filled with a deep sense of respect and deference. "We are here to escort you to the plaza, Master Lucas and Lady Nora. The priest is waiting, ready to bless your holy union."

The guard took a step back, bowing once more before leaving your presence. You turned to Nora, your eyes filled with excitement and admiration. "Shall we, my dear?" you asked, extending your arm towards her, inviting her to link with you.

Nora wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes, a newfound courage and bravery shining through. "Let's shall!" she replied, nodding her head at you, her eyes sparkling with determination. Taking your arm, she intertwined it with hers, a gesture of unity and trust.

Seeing her radiant happiness, you couldn't help but let out a joyous laugh. "Oh, my sweet, sweet Angel, how lucky am I to have you!" you whispered, the words filled with adoration. With every step, you could feel the weight of the moment, the gravity of the occasion.

Together, you began to make your way towards the exit of the room, your steps echoing with purpose and love. As you passed by the servants who had surrounded you, you addressed them with warmth and sincerity, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.

"Everyone, you are dismissed," you declared, your voice carrying the weight of your emotions. "Please, consider yourselves all invited to my wedding, and extend the invitation to your friends as well."

With that, you left the room, the door closing behind you, and walked down the corridor, Nora by your side. The anticipation in the air was almost tangible, a sense of destiny and unity filling your hearts as you embarked on the path that would bind you both in holy matrimony.

As you stepped into the grand hall, the towering stone walls seemed to close in around you, amplifying the weight of the moment. The polished marble floor reflected the soft glow of the chandeliers above, and the scent of fragrant flowers filled the air. The echoing footsteps of the Royal Guard behind you only added to the gravity of the situation.

Turning to Nora, who walked beside you with her arm gracefully linked with yours, you couldn't help but share your deepest fears. The vulnerability in your voice was palpable. "I'm scared," you confessed, your gaze locked onto her eyes, searching for reassurance. "What if I fail?"

Nora's compassionate gaze met yours, and her voice carried the soothing promise of unwavering faith. "You won't, Lucas," she whispered, her words a lifeline of conviction and hope.

A faint smile played on your lips, though the unease still lingered. "How can you be sure? What if I can't protect you? What if you suffer because of me?"

Nora halted, her delicate hand reaching up to cradle your cheek, her touch warm and tender. "My love," she began, her voice filled with resolute determination, "you are a skilled warrior, a Royal Protector. You possess the strength and power to safeguard Tiara. You will not falter."

You locked your gaze with hers, captivated by the depths of her emerald eyes, which sparkled with emotion. Her voice quivered with emotion as she continued, "And beyond that, you are my lover, my partner, my one and only. You will always come for me."

Her words washed over you like a soothing balm, carrying a blend of sorrow and longing. Without hesitation, you drew her close, her head resting against your chest, your embrace providing comfort and strength. "Nora, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion.

She lifted her head, her eyes locking onto yours with unwavering confidence mixed with a hint of uncertainty. "I know," she replied, her voice resonating with determination.

Nora's words had a magical effect on you, as if her soothing assurances were a tonic that eased the tension in your shoulders. A soft smile graced your lips as you clasped her hands, squeezing them tenderly in a silent gesture of gratitude. "You always knew what to say to me beloved!"

She chuckled, a melodious sound that danced in the air. "Is that the reason you fell for me, then?" she teased, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Your laughter filled the corridor, the echoes bouncing off the grand walls. "Among many other enchanting qualities," you replied, your voice brimming with affection.

The Royal Guards stood behind you in silence, their presence commanding and their heads bowed respectfully. Their eyes, however, betrayed a hidden curiosity as they watched you intently. It was as if they were unable to resist peeking into a world that was not their own, their interest barely concealed.

You turned your gaze to Nora, the love of your life, and a mischievous smile played on your lips. The corners of her mouth curled up in amusement as her eyes flitted to the guards. There was a certain sparkle in her gaze, a glint of mischief that made your heart race with anticipation. "So we do have an audience, my dear," you whispered, your voice filled with affection and excitement.

Nora's smile grew wider, and she leaned closer to you, her eyes never leaving yours. "I wonder what they make of us, of this moment," she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness.

You let out a shrug, a crooked grin forming on your face. "I suppose there's only one way to find out," you responded, your voice filled with a sense of adventure. Your shoulders relaxed, and your own lips curved into a crooked grin. Nora had a way of making you embrace moments like these, to let go of your seriousness and indulge in the pleasures of life. With her, you felt lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

You couldn't resist the urge to play along. "Tell me, gentlemen," you quipped, your voice filled with mock curiosity, "what do you make of this moment?"

The Royal Guards remained steadfast, their expressions unchanged as they maintained their respectful posture. You couldn't help but chuckle at their unwavering stoicism, their commitment to their duty.

"Come on now, I don't bite!" you prodded, a mischievous glint in your eye. You were eager to break their silence, to elicit a response, and to share a moment of camaraderie with them amidst the grandeur of the occasion.

The burly guard with the scar running down his cheek cleared his throat, and after a moment of hesitation, he decided to speak. "Master Lucas, we are not in a position to comment on such matters," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty and a touch of trepidation.

You couldn't resist a playful wink as you encouraged them to share their thoughts. "Then I give you the position to say what's on your mind!"

The two guards exchanged glances, and one of them finally shrugged, breaking the silence. "Master Lucas, we found your connection with Lady Nora to be… surprising."

Intrigued, you probed further, "Why is that, gentlemen?"

"Well, it's not often that a Royal Protector marries a commoner," one of the guards began, "and it's even more uncommon for a noblewoman to marry a man from the lower class. It's just…"

Nora's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration, and she couldn't help but interject, "It's not like we chose our stations in life. Love is love, no matter the circumstances."

The guard nodded, appreciating Nora's sentiment. "That's a rather poetic way of looking at it," he admitted, his eyes gleaming with a newfound appreciation for your relationship.

You glanced at Nora, a warm smile spreading across your face. Her unwavering support and her ability to see the beauty in the simplest of truths had always touched your heart. "Love is love, indeed," you agreed, your gaze locked onto Nora's, silently expressing the depth of your adoration and commitment.

With a hearty chuckle, you turned back to the guards. "Well, thank you for your input, gentlemen. But may I have your word that you will drink to your heart's content with me at my wedding? You and all the royal guards are welcomed to join me in my celebration."

The guards' gasps of surprise echoed through the hall, their faces twisted in shock. Disbelief hung heavy in the air, and their wide eyes revealed a mix of confusion and wonder.

"Master Lucas, we don't deserve such kindness," one of the guards stammered, his voice tinged with genuine astonishment. "You have done so much for the kingdom, and yet, you continue to show compassion and generosity towards those beneath you."

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you playfully teased, "Don't say that, my dear friend. Besides, I'm sure you're secretly hoping that Master Lucas gets married every day just to keep him in a jolly mood, aren't you?" You couldn't help but click your tongue at them and even gave them a finger gun gesture.

The two guards blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter. "HAHAHA!" they chuckled heartily. "Well, we won't turn down a free party, Master Lucas. You've earned our respect, and we are honored to share this moment with you."

The warmth of their laughter and camaraderie filled the room, dispelling any lingering tension. You felt your heart swell with pride and admiration as their words washed over you. "Thank you, gentlemen," you whispered, your voice brimming with gratitude.

"It is us who should be thanking you, Master Lucas," the guard replied sincerely. "Your generosity and kindness are truly remarkable, and we are fortunate to witness such a momentous occasion."

Your eyes filled with determination, stepped forward, his voice resonating with a newfound resolve. "Gentlemen, I may have done much for the kingdom, but it is your unwavering loyalty and dedication that inspire me every day. This celebration is not just for me, but for all of us, for the strength and unity we have forged together."

A hush fell over the room as the guards listened intently, their hearts swelling with a mixture of pride and gratitude. "Let us revel in this moment, not just as subjects and master, but as friends and allies. Together, we shall forge a future filled with compassion, kindness, and generosity. For it is in these moments of unity that we find the true essence of our humanity."

The guards put thier gaunlted over their chest! "We would be honored, Master Lucas," one of the guards replied, a smile spreading across his face. "Your wedding will be a grand celebration, and we shall raise our glasses high in your honor."

ears welled up in the corners of your eyes as you were overwhelmed by the praise and gratitude from the guards. With a heartfelt nod, you turned to Nora, your voice quivering with emotion. "I am forever indebted to the love and support you have shown me, my dear."

Nora waved her hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, we're all thankful now. Can we get moving, please? I'm dying to finally kiss my husband on the lips!" She turned her gaze to the guards, a hint of threat underlying her tone. "I hope you two boys won't object to the vows?"

"Of course, Lady Nora. We would never dream of standing between two lovers," the guard replied, his tone filled with a mixture of amusement and respect. "We will wait patiently outside the chapel until you are finished with the ceremony."

Nora's mischievous smile danced on her lips. "I hope you boys won't get bored while waiting."

The guard shook his head, his eyes locked onto Nora's. "Boredom is the last thing on our minds, my lady. The anticipation and excitement of this moment are palpable, and we are eager to bear witness to your union."

With a nod, the guard signaled to his comrade, and they made their way out of the hall. "Let's go," he ordered, his voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and pride.

You and Nora continued walking, the anticipation building with each step, until you finally arrived at the venue of your wedding. It was a breathtaking sight. The plaza was adorned with flowers and decorations in vibrant hues, casting a magical aura over the entire place. Soft music filled the air, setting a romantic and enchanting tone for the occasion. Guests had gathered, their eyes filled with joy and expectation, as they eagerly awaited your arrival.

At the acenter of the fountain, the priest stood, an embodiment of solemnity and reverence, ready to bless your union. As you approached, your heart pounded in your chest, a whirlwind of emotions flooding over you—excitement, anxiety, and the overwhelming sense that this was the beginning of a new chapter in your life.

With every step you took, you couldn't help but gaze at Nora, your eyes locked onto hers. Her beauty was ethereal, enhanced by the glow of happiness and anticipation. She was everything you had ever dreamed of and more.

This moment, this venue, this love—it was all perfect. You knew that together, you and Nora could face anything, and the future held nothing but promise and endless love.

Nora's concerned voice pulled you from your thoughts. Her eyes bore into yours, searching for answers. "Lucas, is something the matter?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.

You shook your head, trying to dispel the unsettling effects of your battle-honed instincts. "It's nothing, my love," you replied, forcing a reassuring smile. "Just an old gut feeling, a remnant of my days as a Royal Protector. There's nothing to worry about."

In truth, you knew that this was a different kind of battle—one that didn't require swords or armor. It was the battle to let go of the constant vigilance, the readiness to protect, and to embrace a life of peace and love with the woman who held your heart.

As you stood at the altar, surrounded by the beauty of the wedding venue, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought you here. The dread that had briefly gripped you was fading, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude and happiness. This was your moment to be at peace, to settle down with the love of your life, and to face the future together with unwavering love and devotion.

The priest, a tall figure in flowing robes, stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on you and Nora. His aged face was etched with lines of wisdom and his eyes held a deep sense of purpose. With a gentle clearing of his throat, he commanded the attention of the area, and the air grew heavy with anticipation.

We are gathered here today to witness two wonderful souls come together in holy matrimony!"

As the priest continued to speak, his words fading into the background, you couldn't shake the feeling that had gripped you earlier—the ominous sense of impending danger, like the sword of Damocles hanging perilously close. Your senses seemed to slow, the world becoming a haze of sounds and colors. Without warning, Nora's grip tightened on your shoulders, and she spun you around with a force that took you by surprise. Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to comprehend what was happening. And then, you saw it. A flash of pain filled Nora's eyes, her body swaying slightly. The world seemed to move in slow motion as blood poured from her lips, staining her once pristine gown.

Time stood still as the realization hit you like a tidal wave. Nora had been shot. The room erupted into chaos, but your focus was solely on Nora, on the pool of blood spreading rapidly beneath her. Panic and terror consumed your every thought, threatening to suffocate you.

The priest's voice faltered, his eyes widening in shock. Guests frantically scrambled to help, their voices a blur of urgency and fear. But your attention was fixated on Nora, on her fading breaths, and the desperate need to save her.

You dropped to your knees, your hands trembling as you pressed them against the wound, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood. "Nora, stay with me," you pleaded, your voice quivering with fear and desperation. But it was futile. The life was slipping away from her, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Amidst the chaos, a voice rang out with righteous anger, "For my Father, Royal Protector!" But you were oblivious to the commotion that followed. All that mattered was Nora, the love of your life, slipping away from you.

You heard the clash of swords and grunts of pain, but it was distant background noise. Your world had narrowed down to the lifeless body in your arms, tears streaming down your face. The reality of her sacrifice hit you like a ton of bricks. Nora had taken an arrow meant for you, giving up her own life so that you could live.

Future Denied Past Broken And Erased From History Present Full Of Pain And Madness

Nora is very wordly for Lucas. They are destined for each other. Their love is a once in a lifetime kind of love. They are each other's soulmates, but sometimes, fate has a funny way of working. Lucas and Nora are about to get married, but before they can say "I do," an arrow pierces Nora's heart, leaving her lifeless and bleeding out in Lucas' arms. Now very ironic for the phrase till death to us part! Ever since Lucas was in the service to their Majesties, he always ponders why he is always the one who live to see another day, while his friends and loves one always dies. Maybe, just maybe? This how the fates plans to torment him for the rest of his life, mocking him, goading it to his face that he will always be alive to see the life of his loved ones leave their eyes.

"NORAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed her name one last time to the heavens!

(AN: You thought it was fluff? But it was Angst all along

So I hope you enjoyed the story Readers

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Hello, I don't know if it's a bug or the game is simply not adapted to be played on smartphone, but I can't scroll down to view more save slots, except for maybe 3 or 4 of them.

Hello I apologize for that and I will try to fix it ASAP

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;p

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Discord server!

Hello, dear.

Just wanted to let you know that @dragonedged-if and I have created a Discord server for those who are interested in joining us.

In this server, we'll be chatting and sharing content related to our IFs. Feel free to ask us questions, engage in discussions, listen to music, and simply chill out.

We also want to extend a warm welcome to other writers out there.

If you're a writer, don't hesitate to join us as well. We'd love to have you!

Don't be shy, come and join us!

Let's be friends? 💜

DISCORD SERVER LINK -> https://discord.gg/PwWTmNr9

Or simply click HERE.

I can't wait to see you there. 😉

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Chapter 5 Drop

He...he...he...ha...HA...HA! Don't mind the crazy laugh but I'm just to damn happy to finally drop this update. So what's to expect let's see.

Chapter 5

Many characters will be making a special apperance

One RO will be suffering my angst the most(Who? Why don't you read it and find out!)

I inserted a special scene in Chapter 2 where you and Lucas are walking after eating a pudding(So better back read for that)

I decided to polish my earlier Chapters(I hope I got the codex fixed and grammars done.

And I think that's it hope you guys enjoyed it as I enjoy making the RO's suffer.

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hello! random question, feel free to ignore. what is your oc's favorite way to treat themselves? do they keep it secret or do they like to share it?

Hello 👋 let's see

Clara: She loves food, adventure and a good ol fashion pub brawl.

Lucas: For him he founds walking in the gardens or parks very relaxing, there's one thing he doesn't one thing he don't want anybody knowing and that he loves to stargaze. A favorite pastime in his childhood.

Lucian: He loves to talk, read, gush all fantasy things. You can even find him cosplaying some of his favorite characters in movies and novels. Also a party animal in a way.

Variel: Nothing warms her heart and blood when she's hunting. Plus destroying her enemies in the most hurtful and brutal way.

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Happy STS! Let's talk about secrets. Do your characters or world have them? Are they considered a good thing or bad? Who in your cast is most likely to spill one? ♥️

Hello Tori

As for your question, all of my OCs got a secret of their own.

Especially Lucas who he keeps close to his chest. For the one who is mostly like to spill I think it maybe Lucian, that guy sure loves to talk and you might get him to slip a secret of his or secrets of his God brethrens.

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Just reblogging this to help a fellow Writer Friend 😃

DEMO | FORUM POST

SYNOPSIS

The end came swifter than you'd thought. But where you were promised melting icecaps, encroaching shorelines, and tempestuous gray skies, the citizens of Earth saw something entirely… other. You watched the world split open, bore witness to what you could only refer to as "dragons" made manifest in scale, flesh and skin. You saw cities razed to the ground, asphalt streets shattered like ice. Fleets of dragons and foreign—almost alien—aircrafts alike seared across the skies, while towers of dirt and metal tore free from the landscape. The world has inexplicably, incomprehensibly changed, but you know this to be true: Earth never really stood a chance.

You are a human survivor, living among the ruins of your old neighborhood, shuffling from day to day as you live in constant terror of what looms just beyond the horizon. Your life is irrevocably changed when an airship of mercenaries land on your front lawn and offers you an ultimatum—to join their ragtag group of misfits and beat back the dragons, or to live out the rest of your life in squalor.

Abjuration intends to be a dark, low fantasy interactive fiction about surviving eldritch horrors on a post-apocalyptic Earth, abrasive coworkers, and navigating around an egomaniacal presence that has made itself home within your head. Go on missions, kiss your colleagues, save Earth one dragon at a time, but remember this: that the old world still clings to you like a second skin, and that the old world is dead.

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Hi. I'm potadd (no caps). Shattered Earth is my first attempt at IF, though I have written in the past. Currently, it's at 19k words and contains a prologue.

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CHARACTERS

Avett Ironsturm

Role: RO Gender: Male (he/him) Race: Kattish Age: 20 Specialization: Arms specialist

Personality: Avett is bristly, prickly, and very easy to anger if he's not trying to get into your pants. He is a seasoned person-izer, and knows how and when to be charming, though if you can get him to let his guard around you, you might just find him a lot more bearable.

Sexuality: Bisexual (woman-leaning)

Yuda Hellsbridge

Role: RO Gender: Female (she/her) Race: Half Gallian, Half Kattish Age: 28 Specialization: Restrainer

Personality: Yuda is outwardly cheerful, loud, and brash—tact is not her forte. But behind every sunny smile is a shadow, and Yuda keeps her shadows well away from the spotlight. Describing her personality any further would be spoilers, but she is absolutely Not What She Seems To Be.

Sexuality: doesn't care for labels, but for clarity's sake she is pansexual.

Ysh'vanna O'Raal

Role: RO Gender: Female (she/her) Race: Draconian Age: 26 Specialization: Captain/Pilot

Personality: Everyone onboard the Seeker is a wreck, yes, but Ysh'vanna is always at least two crises away from a mental breakdown everyday. Sorting through admin, funds, Avett's shenanigans and the odd dragon attack has left her riddled with anxieties. She has difficulty forming bonds outside of work because of this, so her relationship with Avett isn't great. After any particularly grueling mission, she will often be found comatose in front of the navigation panels, staring off into the skyline. Otherwise, Ysh'vanna tries to be cheerful. Most of the time. Some of the time.

Sexuality: bisexual (woman-leaning)

Auren Draksparrow

Role: Platonic Option Gender: Male (he/him) Race: Gallian Age: According to Avett, "Like, a hundred or something." He looks about forty in Human years to you. Specialization: Warder

Personality: Auren is cold, aloof, and it can be difficult to discern what he's thinking from speech and body language alone. He is clear in mind, even during high-pressure situations, until his abilities as a caster fail him.

Sexuality: he's not looking for a relationship right now, if ever. He's married to his tomes and the study of aether.

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FEATURES:

3 ROs (and counting, hopefully), one man and two women to choose from. Platonic relationships will have as much of an impact on these characters as their romantic counterparts.

Customize your appearance, martial specialization, background, and the specifics of that thing that likes to haunt the recesses of your mind.

Play around in a post-apocalyptic setting; fight (off) unearthly beasts, fall victim to their maledictions as you steal their treasures, go mad, get paid!

Suffer. Or don't. The choice is (usually) yours to make.

With that all said, thank you for checking out this post, and DOUBLE thank you if you decide to try out Shattered Earth. 🙇🙇

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Heheheeeeeeeee😈 I have good one…How would the ROs feel when they finds out their pregnant with mc child…

Alrighty let's do this (Cracks knuckles) I know this ask will be sent to my inbox eventually is just a matter of when. Also its a bit short, my exams are coming so better start banging my head on my books.

(Variel)

Variel: Little mouse I'm pregnant!(Rubbing her stomach fondly) MC: That's great news honey!( Hugs Variel)

Variel: Great news indeed, finally my kind can wak the earth once more, not to mention they will be a great ruler someday all the humans will bow down to them and worhsip them(Looking scary)

MC: Your joking right?"(Laughing warily)

Variel: Of course little mouse just a joke(Dramtic pause) Or am I?

(Lucas)

MC: Lucas I'm pregnant we can finally start our own family(Kisses Lucas on the check affectionately)

Lucas: (Returns the kiss and walking the towards the door) I will be back?

MC: Where your going honey?(Ask concerned) Lucas: To see their Majesties and tell them to find a replacement for me I will be staing at home now and will be taking care my two most important treasures in my life(Smiles at MC)

(Lucian)

MC: Lucian I'm pregnant(Hugging Lucian tight)

Lucian: You are?(Loss for words) Wow!

MC: Yup, your gonna be a Dad someday

Lucian: I'm so excited(Crying, hugging MC lovingly)

MC: Shush now Lucian don't cry!(Rubs Lucian's back) Lucian: Thanks my sweet, why you and me plan the room of our kid and visit the Celestial Realm we will be asking my brethens their blessings to bestow upon our child.(Grins)

(Clara)

Clara: I'm pregnant...Yippeeee!(Thrusting her arm in the air)

MC: Someone's excited(Chuckling,then becoming worried) How did your parents take the news by the way? Clara: Let's see Dad is crying because he's gonna be a Grandad and Mother is writing a will or rather instructions on what lesson will our baby will take when they arrived on the world.

MC: That's good to hear!(Ruffles Clara's head) Clara: Yup, imagine what sort of mischief the 3 of us will do(Rubbing her hands together conspiratorialy)

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Oh I forgot @kingsdespair-if made this tribute for Maria, this just shows where her priorities lay lol.

I have a NSFW question, so please be aware! *Kisses Maria's forehead and quickly leaves the room before she murders me*

Thank you.

Well Happy advance Bday Gift from me Friend! So I decided to make this snippet very cute and corny at the same time. I hope you enjoyed it :) Also sing along lol.

(Maria's POV)

Maria's body trembled with exertion as she pushed herself to the limits of her physical and mental strength. Beads of sweat dripped from her furrowed brow, mingling with the sharp sting of determination in her eyes. Every breath she took was a battle cry, fueling the fire burning within her.

The silver sticks in her hands felt weightless, an extension of her very being. With each swing, they sliced through the air with a swiftness that defied comprehension. The clashing of metal reverberated through the training room, a symphony of power and precision. Maria's muscles screamed in protest, but she ignored their pleas, channeling her pain into every strike.

Her senses were heightened, the smell of sweat and leather filling her nostrils, mingling with the metallic tang of anticipation. The room seemed to pulse with energy, the air charged with electricity. She could taste victory, tantalizingly close, as she danced through the intricate steps of her training routine.

Then she brought the sticks together and extending it into a staff, twirling it faster and faster in her fingertips before bringing it behind her back and settling into a stance. She swept her arms out and slammed the staff onto the floor, creating a resounding thud that seemed to shake the entire room.

She leaned close, eyes darting to her side, body taut and tensed. Something was wrong, a creeping dread settling in the pit of her stomach. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, then the door to the training room burst open and figure came rushing in and closing it behind them. "Tarnish?" she asked curious and concerned at the same time.

Tarnish who always exudes charisma and confidence is now shaken like a leaf and sweating profosuly. She gasped and went up to him. "Whats wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost? Who followed you?. Tarnish's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. His body was still shaking as his gaze darted wildly around the room. He let out a low groan, clutching his side where a dark stain had begun to spread across his shirt. "Maria I need to tell you something!" they gasp and clutching their wounded side.

Maria lean close and using her body so that Tarnish can lean on to her for support. "Tarnish what wrong tell me?". Tarnish slowly eases down and put their back on the wall. Then Tarnish lean forward, blood dripping from his mouth. "Maria you must be brave, it's a doozy" he whispers urgently. She stares at them, fear rising in her throat. She tried to make sense of his words, but all she could see was the blood and the fear in his eyes. "What are you talking about?" she cried.

Then without any hesitation, Tarnish rush forward and kissed Maria on the forehead. "Bullseye!" they say laughing and moving to Maria's side and opening the door and exiting it. Maria is left shell shocked and confused."Tarnisshhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed.

She runs after Tarnish, seeing the end of their jacket biwlloing before diappreing on a ahllway. "I will whoop your ass till kingdom come!" Maria curses and give chase. Then apporaching the turn, she saw Tarnish entereda room and closing it with a bang. She rashead foward and bursted in.

Then pausing before she reached Tarnish, her senses were overwhelmed. The space was dark and dusty with a the right light to see everything, with cobwebs festooning every corner. But what stunned Maria was the banner that was hanging in the middle it reads. "Happy Valentines Day!" then a music started to play in the air with Tarnish dancing and singing.

If you're alone and you need a friend Someone to make you forget your problems Just come along baby take my hand I'll be your lover tonight

Whoa oh whoa oh This is what I wanna do Whoa oh whoa oh Let's have some fun

Whoa oh whoa oh One on one just me and you Whoa oh whoa oh Boom boom boom boom

I want you in my room We'll spend the night together From now until forever

Boom boom boom boom I wanna go boom boom And spend the night together Together in my room

Whoa oh whoa oh Everybody get on down Whoa oh whoa oh

Vengaboys are back in town Whoa oh whoa oh This is what I wanna do Whoa oh whoa oh Let's have some fun Whoa oh whoa oh One on one just me and you Whoa oh whoa oh

They started to dance with hips swaying, legs dipping up and dwon and fingers near their chest and forming a heart shape. Tarnish is acting like those Japanese anime dancers that Maria she's in T.V. so it made her giggle a little but she quickly composes herself.

Tarnish begins to advance and moving their way toward Maria. The room seems to shift with each move they make, colors dancing and swirling, making the world into a glorious mess. Maria stares at their soulful eyes, a warmness creeping over her body, and a shiver racing up her spine. "What are you doing?" she ask albeit disgusted and touched at their gesture.

"Remember the time that we have a mission in Paris during that summer festival," Tarnish asks sheepishly. "Yeah, you caught me crying and my ice cream had melted. I wasn't upset because of the rain. I was homesick and missing my parents. But then you walked up to me, and offered me a flower. I thought you were so cute, that I just wanted to keep talking with you for the rest of the night. That's when we became best close friends. But also remember that moment when we danced under the moonlit night on that gazebo? And we were the only ones there, and we twirled and spun, and suddenly you just leaned in and kissed me.

Maria blinked. Her mind was reeling, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She'd always been attracted to Tarnish, but she never imagined they would share the same feelings.".

"Well, I know you probably thought I was just being silly or messing around, but that kiss meant a lot to me. It was my first real kiss. And to this day, I never regretted it." Tarnish's voice had dropped to a whisper, their words weaving a spell over Maria. She found herself closing the gap between them, their bodies just inches apart. "I was afraid to tell you how I felt. I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same way. And, to be honest, I wasn't sure if I wanted to commit to anything. But now, I see how silly I was being. Spending all these years loving you, but too afraid to admit it. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you, Maria."

A slow smile spread across Maria's face, and she felt a rush of emotions welling up inside of her but she crossed her arms she's not yet ready to crack her tough facade just yet. "Really?" she ask voice flat and even. "Yes," Tarnish said nervously. "Uh huh!" Maria looked into Tarnish eyes,!

"You may have hit me with a few corny jokes and pranks today, but you also swept me off my feet with your song and dance number. I can't tell you how touched I was by your thoughtfulness and your heartfelt words.".

"I can't believe this is actually happening," Tarnish said, their hands running through Maria's hair. But Maria swat their hands away. "I didn't say I agreed to your love!" she clicked her tongue.

"NO FAIR!" Tarnish pouts. "Even though I did that dance just for you?"

"Especially when you did that dance!" Maria deadpans, before bursting into laughter. "But really, that was very sweet of you. No one's ever done anything like that for me before."

"Then maybe you should take a chance with me," Tarnish teased. "I bet you can make me see fireworks."

"As long as I don't have to see another dance of yours," Maria snarked. "But seriously, I'm happy that you shared this with me."

"You're not happy yet," Tarnish laughed. "Wait until you see what I have in store." Then without warning, Tarnish planted their lips against Maria's. Maria was taken aback by the suddenness, but after a moment, she closed her eyes and let the feeling wash over her.

They leaned into the kiss, the world around them melting into a blur of sensations. Maria could feel the warmth of Tarnish's breath, the faint tickle of their fingers resting gently on her shoulders. She never imagined that a kiss could be so powerful, that a single moment could change the course of her entire life. Then she steps back and raised a hand and bitch slap Tarnish on the cheek. "Ouch!" Tarnish says rubbing their cheek with a sly grin on their lips.

"No kissing without my permission!" Maria chastise them playfully. "Whatever you say, boss."

"Now then, why don't we go catch a movie or maybe grab some lunch?" Tarnish suggested. "Sure, why not?" Maria agreed, and they headed for the door.

"By the way," Maria added. "This was the best Valentine's Day gift anyone's ever given me."

"And you haven't seen anything yet my loving side.!"

With a laugh, Maria reached out and took Tarnish's hand in her own, and they walked out into the chilling moonlight, the scent of the city and fresh air wafting to her nose.

[dragonedged-if]

Just reblogging this

May The Best Lover Wins

So my Readers it has come to my attention that Daddy Charles got so many followers(Simps more like it lol!) and I intend to remedy that with these snippets. So I hope you enjoyed this snippet featuring Chase our downtown horny Lycan boy ;) Oh its a bit NSFW btw under the cut. Song

(Chase's POV)

In the heart of the pulsating nightclub, the infectious beat of the club techno jazz reverberates through your very being. The air is electrified with anticipation, as the blinding lights dance and morph, casting a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors that paint the atmosphere. With eyes fixated on the spectacle before you, you stand in the corner, a silent observer of the chaotic symphony unfolding.

The dance floor is a swirling mass of bodies, a mesmerizing pandemonium of movement and energy. Each individual becomes intertwined with another, lost in the rhythm and the shared ecstasy of the moment. As you inhale deeply, a cacophony of scents wafts through the air, a heady mixture of sweat, perfume, and the unmistakable allure of desire.

Deep within the depths of your being, a primal beast stirs, demanding to be sated. It yearns for the raw and carnal pleasures of the flesh, its hunger insatiable and unyielding. The thumping bass resonates within you, echoing the pounding of your own heart, as the beast within claws at your every fiber, urging you to succumb to its desires or to simply put it wants to fuck!

The atmosphere is charged with tension, as if the very air crackles with the anticipation of unleashed passions. The room feels alive, pulsating with a frenetic energy that ignites the senses. You can almost taste the heat in the air, feel the electricity coursing through your veins, and hear the collective gasps and moans that rise and fall like waves crashing against the shore.

And sooner your eyes land on a certain woman sitting on the bar, and without knowing her or hearing her, she catches your eye. You find yourself drawn to her, fascinated by the way her fingers lightly dance along the rim of her glass. She wears a knowing smile on her lips, as if she's challenging you to get lost in her world, a world that you suddenly ache to explore. Your desire rises within you like a wildfire, fueled by the frenzy surrounding you and the uninhibited desires of the music.

It's a volatile cocktail that can explode at any moment, and in the back of your mind, you wonder if tonight will be the night when all your pent-up frustrations are finally set free. As the woman's gaze meets yours, a primal thrill runs through you, and you sense that she is waiting for you to make a move. With your heartbeat thundering in your ears, you will your feet to carry you toward her, suddenly aching for a taste of this otherworldly creature before you.

Slowly, you approach her, letting your eyes wander over her shapely figure, savoring every dip and curve of her body. Her eyes are a startling shade of blue, rimmed with dark, smoky makeup, and they burn into you, daring you to take what you want. As the pulsing beats continue to swell around you, your gaze slides down her neck, following the graceful slope of her throat to where her breasts sit tantalizingly beneath her silky shirt.

The hunger that has been brewing within you all night intensifies, and you know that you need to find some form of release or risk exploding like a grenade. "Hey there gorgeous!" you wink at her and sitting beside her. "What can I treat you into tonight?" you lick your lips at her, not taking your eyes off hers. "Get me anything you want," she purrs, eyes twinkling in the strobe lights, giving you a kinky grin. "Bartender give me your best!" you wave the bartender offer and he begins to prepare drinks.

You can feel the sexual tension in the air, swirling like a mini-hurricane, ready to strike. While the bartender fixes your drinks, you notice a slight stain of lipstick on her glass and slowly slip your finger on the dirty wet place she just put her luscious lips. When the bartender arrives with the drink, he asks her, "Do you need an ice?" "Of course," she grabs a little ice cube out and throws it down on her shirt. On top of that, she turns to the right to give you a fabulous view of her breast, and you got this beautiful sight of her well-endowed cleavage.

Without hesitation, you watch her feed your drink a naughty bit of finger licker goodness. "I can give you more," you say, lust building up in your throat. This whole idea seems like it's on auto-play now, this kind of hook-ups its child play to you now how many times have you done these? 15…20 or is it 30? No matter! It means that your a pro and a pro that will get his reward after this sensual hour is over. She touches your chest and teases you with those flirtatious words while those other girls stand by, watching your exchange with interest it seems the two of you are garnering an audicence. "Hey fancy a dance?" you ask the girl, still calling her girl because you didn't really care about her name, after this night you will forget her.

"Thought you never ask!" the girl said, seizing yo With the alcohol swirling in your blood and a vision of the hot girl swaying her hips to the beat, the thoughts running through your head are wicked and sinful. Your dick is already straining against your pants, a steady throb that tells you that tonight is the night when you're going to unleash it. As she coaxes you to grab her breasts, you close your eyes for a moment, imagining what it's like to have them in your hands, how they feel.

The pounding bass reverberated through the dimly lit club, filling the air with an electric energy. Bodies swayed and moved in sync with the music, lost in the euphoria of the night. You were in your element, dancing with a beautiful girl who had caught your eye. The connection between you was palpable, her laughter and carefree spirit infectious.

But amidst the pulsating lights and rhythmic beats, a familiar presence intruded upon your blissful moment. A growl emanated from deep within you as you recognized the source of the disturbance. Tarnish, your friend and constant thorn in your side, had somehow managed to worm their way into your carefully crafted plan. "Chase is that you?"

"Who let them in here?" you thought, frustration seeping through your words. This was always bound to happen. Tarnish was like a magnet for chaos, forever on the verge of ruining your carefully orchestrated schemes.

"Miss me, you did miss me?" Tarnish chuckled, positioning themselves between you and the girl. "Ya know I'm a bit busy!" you point your eyes towards the girl. She giggles and she shrugs at you. She's interested and doesn't care about your friend or their bullshit as long as they're not stopping your party. You can't blame her. She can easily find a willing man after you fail to deliver, with a package like that she wound't even sweat.

"Go away, Tarnish!" you exclaimed, attempting to maintain your composure and keep up with the pulsating beat. But Tarnish was relentless, refusing to take the hint. They started to dance along with the two of you, a mischievous grin on their face.

"You know, Chase, I really need to talk to you," Tarnish said, their smile masking a hint of seriousness in their eyes. You sneered and clenched your fists, not in the mood for any kind of discussion. Tarnish, however, remained unfazed, their smile unwavering.

"Huh, well I'm not in the mood for talking, so get the fuck away!" you spat, your frustration boiling over. But Tarnish persisted, their determination evident in their unwavering gaze.

"Now, Chasey my love, I think we're beyond that. So we're just going to talk," Tarnish and grins that asshole-smile of theirs. As if to put emphasis on what they mean, their eyes flicker to your fists that's begging to land on their face.

"You two are exes or something?" the girl asked, her irritation palpable.

"No… No… NO!" Panic surged through you as you realized your so close, so close to hitting home and Tarnish just waltz in and need to ruin everything. "Nope, I don't even know them," you lied desperately, hoping to salvage the situation.

Without warning, you threw a punch at Tarnish, but they anticipated your move and deftly blocked it. "Good, now let's talk," they said, their voice calm but firm.

"We are in the middle of something!" you hissed, your voice barely a whisper as you fought to maintain some semblance of control. The girl watched the scene unfold, torn between intervening or stepping back. Her lips were pursed, her eyes darting between you and Tarnish, a potent mix of annoyance and intrigue in her gaze.

Tarnish, undeterred, continued to hold your gaze, their face a mask of concentration. With surprising strength, they grabbed you and pulled you closer, invading your personal space.

"C'mon, Chase, what does the girl have that I don't?" Tarnish taunted, their voice filled with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

This caught you off guard. "What?!"

Confusion washed over you, and you stared at them, studying their face for any sign of a joke. Slowly, you noticed a glimmer in their eye, a smirk tugging at the corners of their lips. "What the fuck are you talking about, Tarnish?" you asked, your voice laced with disbelief.

Your confusion is like a tangled web, woven with irritation that prickles beneath your skin. It's hard to believe that they could be serious. They couldn't be. They must be joking, just messing around. But as you glance at their face, the way their chest rises and falls with each breath, you begin to doubt your initial assumption. Their words hang in the air, heavy with expectation.

"Yeah, you heard me," they say, their voice laced with a hint of challenge. "What do those girls have that I don't?"

You roll your eyes, frustration simmering in your veins. Tonight is not the night for their games. "You're kidding, right? Why are you doing this?" you retort, your voice dripping with exasperation.

A mischievous smirk dances on their lips, mischief glinting in their eyes. Their question hangs in the air, pregnant with possibilities. "Hmm…Is it bad if I was to kiss you right now?" A momentary tightening in your chest hits you like a sudden blow, catching you off guard. Is Tarnish serious?

Before you can utter a word, they pull you closer, their lips crashing against yours with a fierce intensity that ignites a fire deep within. Time seems to freeze as you stand there, caught in the whirlwind of emotions. One moment, you were simply enjoying a night at the nightclub, partying with a cute chick, and the next, you find yourself swept up in a passionate embrace that leaves you breathless and bewildered.

Tarnish, ever the tease, pulls back, leaving you yearning for more. "Now, how about that talk? I hope this can change your mind," they say, their voice husky and dripping with desire, their tongue darting out to lick their lips. With a firm grip, they pull you to your feet, leading you away from the crowd and towards the open balcony just outside the bar.

Your head spins from the whirlwind of emotions, and as you glance to your side, you realize that the girl you were with has vanished, perhaps growing bored and seeking someone more enticing. It dawns on you that you are now free for the night, caught in a web of uncertainty and exhilaration.

Together, you and Tarnish make your way to the balcony, the cool evening air washing over you, as if trying to clear the fog in your mind. The night sky stretches above, adorned with a million twinkling stars, while the full moon casts a soft, silvery glow across the city. It's a scene straight out of a dream, a backdrop that heightens the drama unfolding between you.

"You know," you say, a crooked smile tugging at your lips, "you really just stole my chance back there."

Tarnish smirks, shaking their head. "Sorry…not sorry? I just couldn't take it anymore. But this talk is not about me," they reply, their voice a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

A chuckle escapes your lips, a release of tension that lingers in the air. The events of the evening have left you on the edge, uncertain yet exhilarated. You take a deep breath, the world around you seeming to pulsate with an electric energy that you can't quite grasp.

As your mind races to make sense of everything, you can't help but feel a thrill in the air. There's something unspoken, something electric between you and Tarnish. It's a connection that defies explanation, leaving you breathless and craving more.

The heaviness settled in your stomach, a knot forming as the reality of what had just transpired hit you in waves. The sensation of the kiss, the way Tarnish had looked at you with those intense eyes, the way their lips had tasted, it was all surreal, like a dream.

"So what were we gonna talk about?" you asked, trying to ground yourself in reality.

Tarnish took a sip of their glass, a mischievous glint in their eyes. They always seemed to have something up their sleeve, their hands quick and proficient. It was a skill you admired, but also a little wary of. How quick and proficient could they really be? It was a theory you didn't mind them testing, but importantly you want them to test it on you..

"Oh, that?" Tarnish chuckled. "That's just an excuse so I can prevent you from getting laid!"

Your arms crossed, anger bubbling up inside you. "Seriously? I thought it was a matter of emergency!" you exclaimed, the frustration evident in your voice.

Tarnish simply swirled their drink, the ice clinking against the glass. "What can I say? Uncle's orders! Besides, you seem to be more entertained by being single all the time anyway."

The words stung, a mix of jealousy and annoyance welling up within you. "Are you jealous? Because you know I can fix that up for you in an instant!" you retorted, a flirtatious tone laced with anger.

Tarnish only smirked, their eyes glimmering with a hint of mischief. "Nah, I'm good. Besides, no one is ever good enough for me. So I need you to be the best for me, at it!"

The night grew darker, and despite your inner disgust at Tarnish's words, you couldn't deny the truth in them. They were one to hold their cards close to their chest, revealing just enough to keep you intrigued. And you couldn't help but notice the hints they dropped, suggesting that your role in their life was greater than they let on.

You looked at Tarnish, surprise evident on your face. "So how are you suggesting it?"

"You know what I'm trying to say, Chase," Tarnish replied, their eyes lighting up with mischief. "We've always been each other's special helper, so to speak."

Your heart raced, the implications hitting you like a ton of bricks. Could this be real? Could Tarnish and I…

"Besides, you're the only one who truly knows me, Chase. You know what I want, and you know what I like."

You squirmed in your seat, the double entendre sending a rush of heat through your body. Their eyes burned into you, and suddenly it all became crystal clear. Tarnish desired you.

Your mind spun, the weight of this moment taking its toll. Your gaze involuntarily flicked to their lips, remembering how soft they were when they kissed you. The desire to taste their sweet nectar overwhelmed you. But just as you leaned in, hoping to finally give in to temptation, Tarnish pulled back, denying you pleasure once again.

"Ah…Ah…Ah!" Tarnish playfully wagged their finger, closing one eye. "Chase, I thought you were the King of Love, yet you're so gullible to fall into my charms!" They guffawed at their own joke, reveling in the power they held over you.

"Get out of my mind, Tarnish!" you gasped, your flustered state a mix of newfound desire and frustration.

You stared at Tarnish's neck, imagining the softness of their skin and the taste of their sweet nectar. But Tarnish had other plans. "Let's play a game, shall we?" they offered, a wicked glint in their eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical yet intrigued. "What kind of game?"

"Let's charm and swoon some gals and guys back at the club, and see who can gather the most numbers," Tarnish proposed, gulping down their drink in one motion.

"What are we, kids? This is not a game!" you shook your head in disappointment.

Tarnish's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Okay then! Let's make it interesting. The winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want for a whole day."

A wicked glint in their eyes, Tarnish knew they had piqued your interest. "Alright, you're on! But remember, it's my game, and I've known you for a long time," you said with a proud smile.

"Same goes for me! Let's begin!" they say and giving you a playful wink. The hours passed quickly. The air is charged with excitement. You and Tarnish have worked out a system: one signals for a number, the other secures it. It's a blur of smiles and flirtations, of shy winks and coy smirks. You meet their eyes, catching the mischievous gleam in their irises, and it's as if you two are having a silent conversation. It's exhilarating and addictive, and you realize that Tarnish might have a point.

You watched Tarnish moved, their charm and ease making you wonder why you hadn't just walked up to them instead. They are truly a force to be reckoned with. The way they held the other's attention, the way they made every little gesture seem so effortless and natural. You couldn't help but be in awe of them.

As the night dragged on, you realized that you were both getting close. You could feel the same growing tension in the air. With each phone number secured, the stakes climbed. It was no longer about who had the highest number. It was now about who could make the person in front of them laugh the loudest or blush the hardest. And you couldn't help but feel a little guilty when you saw how good Tarnish was at this game.

Then you came to an inevitable conclusion. You would never win. Not without Tarnish. You would always come up short in comparison to them. They knew how to tease and flirt and use their body language to their advantage. And you? Well, you're a master of your craft but Tarnish? They're on another level. As you watched them work their magic on some random guy or gal, you felt a strange knot forming in your stomach. You couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but it didn't feel like jealousy. It felt more like…

Longing?…Passion?…Regret? You weren't sure.

But whatever it was, it was clear that you weren't going to win this game. Which meant you had to take matters into your own hands. So you took a deep breath and mustered your courage. After all, what was the worst that could happen? "Hold on there, buster! My little monster?" Tarnish stared at you, a look of shock on their face. "What?" they asked.

"You heard me! Since you were so insistent on us doing something fun together and we ended up playing this…game! So I suggest we finish it up and go somewhere fun!" you offer, watching their expression closely.

"I see…Well, as much as I hate to agree, you've got a point!" they chuckle softly. "Plus the party's dying down, so where you in the mood for something more…intimate?"

Their gaze was locked on yours, their lips slightly parted. "Intimate… as in what?" they asked, their voice dropping an octave.

Your heart leapt in your chest. "As in getting a dance?" you say of all the things you said dance? Damn Tarnish are getting to your head. "Dance huh? I guess the party can be used some livening up from us!" they smiled devilishly.

It's time for the chase to become the hunted. Slowly but surely, you pull Tarnish towards you, and to your surprise, they don't resist. In fact, they lean in closer, until you can feel their breath on your lips. You can't resist it. You want to kiss them so badly it hurts. Without thinking, you dive forward and trying to capture their lips in a fierce kiss.

Yet they evaded and using your momentum pulled you into a dip, one hand on your back and on the other well travelling to your lower extremities. "Getting stiff are we?" they grabbed your (achem) aching need and Tarnish let out a soft chuckle at the noise that escapes your lips.

As they pressed themselves against your erection, your body was already flooding with sensation. Before you knew it, Tarnish pulled you up and spins you around. You stumbled, dazed and confused by the sudden turn of events. "You okay there baby?" Tarnish teased, giving you a wink before moving closer.

"Okay you need to stop with the foreplay!" you groaned at them.

"Buttttt…I'm just getting started!" they teased and grabbed ahold of you, their fingers trailing dangerously low on your abdomen.

And in an instant, your inhibitions disappeared. You forgot where you were, forgot what you were doing. The only thing that mattered was this moment, this feeling. "Tarnish…" you whispered breathlessly, not even caring what you were saying.

Your eyes locked with theirs, and suddenly you saw that familiar glint in their eyes. They were enjoying this as much as you were, savoring every moment. "Yessssss?" they purr.

"You need to stop being such a tease and just get to it already!" you pleaded, frustrated by their lingering touches and deft maneuvers.

They chuckled, clearly pleased by your response. "Welllllll…considering you asked so nicely…" They pulled you in close, their lips grazing your ear. "I won't keep you waiting any longer…"

Then they cupped your face, eyes locked and begin to lean clsoer and they did it again, by bopping your nose. "Boop!" they say, enjoying torturing you like this. Before you could utter a word, they had you pinned down, their arms above your head, their lips skimming yours, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous glow. You could feel your heart pounding against your rib cage, your breath catching in your throat, and the heat rising in your cheeks.

However, as they drew closer, their eyes flicked to yours, and you saw the laughter in them. "That's not funny!" you hissed, wishing they would stop teasing you like this. "Your right its hilarious!" they step back and giving you room to breath and subside that needed subsiding.

You were annoyed, even though you knew that was their intention. You wanted to be mad, to rage against their mischief, but you found yourself admiring them instead. They had a way of drawing you in, captivating you, enthralling you.

Without thinking, you grabbed a fistful of their shirt and pulled them towards you, holding them by the waist. Your eyes locked, and for a moment, you forgot to breathe. Slowly, they leaned closer, their lips mere inches from yours. And then, they placed a soft kiss on your cheek, their lips brushing yours.

It was a whisper, a ghost of a touch. But it was enough to send a shiver down your spine. You shuddered, your fingers clutching their shirt, your heartbeat quickening. And then, they pulled back, their eyes smoldering.

Your breathing was ragged, your pulse racing, your desire threatening to overcome you. "Your too hasty young man!" they tease their lips pressed to your ear, their tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear.

Unable to speak, unable to move, you let them have their way with you. Their lips continued to caress your ear, their breath hot and heavy. "I guess you do want me…" they whisper, their voice low and sultry.

You didn't know how to respond. You didn't even know if you could. Your body was on fire, your heart about to explode. "Buttt!" with quick and strong hands they pry theirselves from your grip. "Its a bit to soon!" they wink at you and leaning their weight to one leg. "I'm only here to babysit and maybe potentially tell you that below this club there's a feeding den that needs to be destoryed!" they say conspirationaly.

"Seriously now!" you exclaim while trying to compose yourself after what just happened. "Let me take you to a different kind of den that's full of lust and sex!" you offer since you're not exactly ready for anything heavy after what just happened. "Sounds promising but we have other things to take care of!" they say putting their hand behind their back and starting to walk backwards. "B-but what about my prize?!" you raise a brow at them.

"Our deal was that if I win you do anything I want and so far you've just been chasing my butt." They shrugged.

You groaned, wanting to pull out your hair. This can't be happening. "I can't believe you're just gonna walk away now."

"We can always continue this game later, right?" they teased, flashing you that annoying smirk.

Suddenly, a thought crossed your mind. "Wait! You really mean it?" you asked, raising your eyebrows at them.

They chuckled. "That depends…are you willing to work for it?" they said, their tone full of innuendo.

You couldn't help it. You laughed. It was just the way they said it. "You really are the best!" you grinned, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Now that's my good boy!" they say with affection.

So you and Tarnish get down to business flushing out the vampires from below and destroying their mode of business which is well letting people get drained of their blood, no more human batteries for them.

You and Tarnish take care of their operations like a duo. Bits of dust flying here and there, blood splatter on the walls and on your face as you stab a few unlucky vamps. Even the nonliving thing Tarnish even managed to burn a few bodies. It's pure chaos, but you knew what you were doing.

You looked around you, taking in the destruction and mayhem. It felt good to take out these bloodsuckers. But there's more sucking that needs to be down later and that involves you and Tarnish, if they stop playing hard to get that is.

[dragonedged-if]

Sneak Peak

Shhhh!👀👀🤐🤐 Be careful who talks to you my Readers.

"I can read you like an open book," Redacted said, their voice filled with an eerie calmness. "I heard every word you uttered, and I understand your curiosity." With a flourish, they plucked a single card from the deck and brought it into your view. "The Jester," they revealed, a glint of mystery in their eyes. "He is a trickster, making fools of everyone and leaving no trace of his misdeeds. Like the jester, I wear a mask that hides my true identity. But rest assured, dear MC, my intentions are pure. You and I are not so different after all," they said ominously, their words hanging in the air like a whispered secret.