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Yo, long time no see, It's been a while

I just got back here in tumblr but I think you'd have forgotten me by now, but I'm glad to see you're doing great

I see, thank you so much for remembering me and for taking your time to send me this massage. I wish you the best future and life. \(^^ )✨

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Ur alive (╥ ᴗ ╥) Welcome back ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

Thank you, I’m glad to see that you are doing okay as well! \(^^ )✨ I had been spending 29 days straight writing gay fanfic of my own story.

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After some careless considerations while drafting Eisele’s description, I concluded that it’s better I don’t make Luken and Eisele a default couple.

It’s seems out of character for Luken to do something personal like committing to a relationship. It would make more sense for him to sleep around and not get personal with anybody because he think everyone deserve affection. 🤔

Eisele also has a lot more to her that can be explored if she’s not stuck as Luken’s lover. It would make her back and forth about her bizarre thirst for control and dominance between the other knight more evenly spread.

I had edited Luken’s profile accordingly and you can check it out if you are interested! XD

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Ritual 🔞

Lennard and Raynor tried to purified curses item. May gay NSFW content as promised. 😔 I tried my best to not put too much plot into it but-

Minors please keep out.

cw: sexual content, SA mentioned, mild gore

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It was an afternoon of a peaceful day, Luken is out doing renovation work and Heriot is out doing groceries shopping for the dinner. That leaves Raynor, Lennard and Arland doing chores around the house today.

However they have an unexpected visitor. Raynor went to open the door after he heard a knock and Lennard trailed behind him with curiosity.

Priest: "I am here on the behalf of the sanctuary to seek your aid, brother Lennard"

Said an old priest standing at the entrance of the house.

Raynor: “For religious duty? Can you do that?”

Raynor turn his head to Lennard.

Lennard: “People tend to forget that just like brother Luken, I am a prince of a religious knight order and I was raised under the strict ideal of virtue and purity”

Actually, everybody remembers it. They just don't want to acknowledged it as a fact.

Raynor: “The last time you enter a sanctuary, the holy portrait cry blood, mirrors cracked, chandelier fall down, and the priests have nightmare about their deity telling them they had committed sacrilege by allowing you to step inside the sanctuary”

Arland: “I hate to say it, but Raynor is right. We haven’t even mentioned that you normally can’t step inside a sanctuary at all"

Arland chime in.

For a white knight, Lennard's armor and garment are beyond deceptive. Despite his fairytale battle ballgown, the man is more like satan himself reincarnated. He can't even follow the basic law or kept himself away from jail for longer than a week.

Lennard: "Okay, maybe I can't sing choir without inviting a thunderstorm or carry sacred tools without it cooking my skin, but you know what I can do as well if not better than brother Luken?"

Lennard teleported a spear to his hand and cast a quick spell at the tip of his spear.

Lennard: "Purification"

The second Lennard’s spear shine, the priest's sacred cross ornament crumbles away in dust.

Priest: "This cross was made to absorb unspeakable evil-"

Arland: "You should back track your request while you still can, father"

Lennard: "Nonsense Arland, that cross was tainted that's why it can't stand my magic"

Raynor: "….. Delulu to the max"

Said Raynor, dropping some death squirrels on the floor, sweating heavily. He just came back from the future.

Raynor: “Lennard, I don’t know how but this is a bad idea. DON’T GO”

Looking at the concern black knight, Lennard makes a decision.

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Raynor should already know that Lennard will say yes to anything he say no to but at least he is allow to tag along this time, so it might be better than the last timeline.

Arland had cast a temporary seal on Lennard so he can enter sanctuary without the building causing miniature earthquakes trying to get away from him.

After arriving at the sanctuary, the priest ask them to wait at the nave while he goes grab the storage key. Once the priest is nowhere to be found, Raynor talk to Lennard.

Raynor: “Don’t over do it okay?”

Lennard cocked his head at the word, he then furrowed his brows a little.

Lennard: “What did you see in the future?”

Raynor: “….. I ….”

Raynor freezes.

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After Lennard left with the priest, the other two went back inside the house.

They gather in the living room, Raynor lying down on the sofa eating fresh grass wondering if it was the right choice to have Lennard go alone while Arland is reading book about law he borrowed from the town library.

About an hour later. The entrance creak open, Luken enter the house. The two are surprised to see Luken come back early. Interestingly he arrived with Lennard’s equipments, all used and cover in dried blood.

He roughly placed them on the ground, seemingly in rush.

Luken: “Gentlemen, come help me for a bit”

Luken said to Raynor and Arland, they followed Luken outside to find Heriot carrying Lennard on his back.

Raynor: “What’s going on?”

Raynor rush in to help Heriot and that’s when he found out that Lennard is missing his bottom half. His torso is roughly sewn together with his own magic thread but a lot of his inside are still exposed.

Is Lennard even alive …? Suddenly Lennard slumped head and arms moved. The white knight got up, his eyes are tired but the rest of his expression is nonchalant like nothing happened.

Raynor isn’t sure if he should feel relieved or be even more concerned. Lennard look down on Heriot.

Lennard: “… I told you that you don’t have to carry me”

Heriot broke out in cold sweat and rapidly shake his head.

Arland: “Lennard what happened to the rest of your body?!”

Lennard: “I left it”

Raynor: “What are you-“

Lennard: “It was Heriot’s idea”

Raynor and Arland look at Heriot.

Heriot: “….. If I didn’t do it….. Lennard would end himself”

Suddenly, Lennard’s expression shift. Almost like he’s hurt by Heriot’s words.

His beating heart fall down from his open wounds. It continues to beat for a bit until Lennard’s magic thread lose it light and couldn’t hold the weight of his innards anymore. The thread snap and the rest of Lennard’s inside and waste fall down on his heart.

Raynor will never know if the heart decided to leave Lennard or if Lennard decided to let go of it.

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Raynor: “…�� you got hurt ….. horribly”

Not the whole truth but not a lie either. Lennard knows that’s just a tip of the iceberg but looking at Raynor’s expression, Lennard doesn’t have the heart to force him to talk.

Still, he doesn’t like it. Raynor will ended up isolating himself due to his power one day if this goes on.

The priest came back with a key and lead them both into a room with a queen size bed.

Lennard: “So this is the haunted item I’m supposed to purify?”

Priest: “Yes it is, this bed belongs to a sexually frustrated merchant who die from severely intense blue balls”

The room fall silent.

Lennard: “That’s one hell of a way to die, to blue ball so hard he defy the law of reality. What a lad”

Lennard teleport a spear to his hand and cast a purification spell on the bed. Unfortunately, his light was reflected away. A shining text appears on the headboard.

[Paint me with your seed]

Raynor’s face turn a little disgusted at the request made to his friend, Lennard though simply furrowed his eyebrows.

Priest: “You see …. it need a ritual accompanying the purification”

Now Lennard understands why they come to him, they probably went to Luken prior to today but Luken refused because it required sexual deed in sacred place. Although Luken likes to sleep around, he’s very uptight about certain etiquette.

Lennard take a deep breath and try to let go of the disappointment before his teeth decide to pop out of his gum.

Lennard: “Very well, I’ll satiate him”

Priest: “Thank you so much, I’ll leave you to it”

The priest then leave the room. Raynor however, stand still.

Lennard: “…. Are you going to watch me bust a nut?”

Raynor nodded. Although embarrassed, watching Lennard jerking off is the last of his concern considering what happened in the last timeline.

Lennard on the other hand, embarrassment and humiliation never bother him. Social decency is a construct, it doesn’t end war and it doesn’t fed his people so he simply stop caring about it. Or at least that’s what he thinks.

The white knight undo his shoes, he climb on to the bed then start unzipping his pants. He whip his member out of the open zipper and sat on the bed. Quietly, he start caressing himself.

Raynor still remained in the room but decided to look away.

Facing the headboard, Lennard pick up the speed of his hand. He doesn’t intend to relish in the sensation, he simply wants to get this over with.

Normally he should have reach his limit by now but for some reason he couldn’t find released. He tried squeezing it, rubbing the tip with his thumb, play with his balls. He knows he’s filled up, he’s ready to cum but for some reason he couldn’t.

[Having trouble?]

Other text appears on the headboard, Lennard groan frustratingly in response.

[Spill now or I’ll make you]

Lennard raise his eyebrows, make him what? Cum?

A shadowy figured crawl out from under the bed, the sounds prompt Raynor to turn around with hand on his dagger. The shadow revealed itself to be a man in merchant clothing, it’s very clear who he’s supposed to be.

[Let’s play a game, cum before I reach you or …]

The figure bend over backward with a sound of joint cracking, he crawl to the wall on the opposite side of the bed and start reconfiguring his bones.

He took form of a kanis, not just any kanis but a specific kanis with Arland’s gold mark on its forehead. The one that Lennard has a close call with when he first arrived in this world. The ghost has a wide grin on his face knowing from Lennard’s expression that the white knight gets the massage.

Scary thought cause blood to flush down from Lennard’s head. He try to complete the ritual but fear and stress got better of him and he can barely remain hard.

Lennard considered teleport away or simply burn this bed down but …..

[Your feelings and mine are now connected]

The figure move slightly in sync with the minute hand of the clock, Lennard visibly jolted with panic. The sick freak must be eating up the suspense he put on Lennard.

[Burn me and you’ll burned]

[Escape me and I’ll followed]

Raynor is torn about what to do, should he leap out of the window and find sacrifices for time travel? But what will he do then? Tie Lennard up and tell the priest he declined it? Lennard will go off to fulfill the request another day when he isn’t around anyway, may be he’ll come to wreck this bed before Lennard could reach it? But if that work the priests would have done it a long time ago wouldn’t they?

The longer he think the more time pass the more sacrifices he need and the more time he need to find them all. Right now there is only one time efficient solution …..

The black knight quickly slip out of his shoes then join the white knight on the bed.

Lennard: “R-Raynor …?”

Lennard put on a brave face, trying to hide how vulnerable he feels at the moment.

Raynor: “… Let me help you”

Lennard stared at Raynor for a bit then turn around with his hard penis facing Raynor.

Carefully, Raynor grabbed it. It’s rock hard and should be easy to please, Lennard even started to hump into Raynor’s hand unconsciously. The black knight move his hand up and down, he also lean in to kiss and lick Lennard’s tip. The brunette moan, clearly it feels amazing to him but still his penis refused to cum.

Lennard: “I think my ejaculatory duct is blocked by a weak sealing magic, if you push my prostate with enough force it should break”

Raynor: “W-Wouldn’t that hurt …?”

Lennard crossed his arm thinking.

Lennard: “That depends on your skill …..”

Raynor’s face turn light pink.

Lennard: “….. I hope”

Raynor: “YOU HOPE??”

Lennard: “Relax, I’m the doctor here. I know what I’m doing”

Raynor is doubtful but glancing over the shoulder he sees the figure crawling closer to them and although Lennard tried to hide it, Raynor can notice Lennard’s hands trembling.

Raynor reach beneath Lennard’s pants from behind and start massaging the entrance, Lennard jolted a little but calm down with some breathing practice. Raynor then bend Lennard over, making him all four on the bed.

After pulling Lennard’s pants down. The black knight kiss the delicate entrance and start licking it, slowly applied more and more force with his tongue as the flesh slowly gets softer. Lennard moan quietly, his hip tremble at the sensation. At this point, he contemplates jerking off to Raynor licking him.

Raynor: “Do you … have any kind of lubricant …?”

Lennard wave and a slimy liquid dropped on Raynor’s hand. With care, Raynor push his fingers in. It is not as tight as he expected but it’s still nice and warm, Raynor touch and press around to find his friend’s precious spot.

With three of his finger, Raynor massage the brunette’s prostate.

Lennard: “It’s ….. not enough …..”

Raynor swallowed, there’s only one meaning of going further than this.

Raynor: “I …. see, then can I?”

Lennard startled feeling Raynor rub his clothed crotch on Lennard’s behind. Lennard contemplates for bit because if he has sex with Raynor, what difference would that make from him having sex with the ghost?

But then again if he has to choose one he rather it be Raynor, Lennard lay down on his back and give his friend a nod.

Raynor began to undo both of their armor, followed by their tunic. He lean down to Lennard’s waist and pull the white knight’s pants down with his teeth. Lennard’s intricate black undergarments decorated with delicate gold seams come to the view, an odd but nice complements toward his firm and attractive muscle.

In contrast, Raynor is wearing simple dark gray undergarments. Some part of the fabric are see through, giving window to the nice pattern on his fit body. Seductively, Raynor removed Lennard’s underwear and give a little kiss to the small piece of fabric.

Raynor precedes to enter Lennard. The white knight gasped feeling the full length of the black knight. In both bodily reactions and curiosity, Lennard squeezed his wall to feel the shape and size of his friend.

Lennard: “…. Huh …..”

For a moment Lennard flushed a little, this almost broke Raynor because Lennard getting embarrassed is something he didn’t know is possible.

Lennard: “That’s a good size …..”

Raynor is flattered, although he doesn’t know if Lennard meant to compliment his sex appeal or his health.

Raynor: “I’ll …. make sure that you’ll enjoy me as much as I enjoy you”

Raynor spoke with commitment.

Lennard was about give a reply but changed his mind and simply let Raynor do what he set out to.

Raynor start moving and something inside Lennard is being stir. His crotch feels amazing but butterflies also start forming inside his stomach. At first, Lennard thought that’s because his innards is being messed with by the movement but suddenly a realization hit him. Right before Lennard’s eyes, control is taken away from him. Is it really okay for him to give it up like that?

Question he had already answered clouds his mind again. What difference does this made between Raynor doing this and the ghost doing this? Why is it better that he let Raynor do it over the ghost?

Suddenly, his anxiety rise. His body got all tense like he’s on a battlefield, his testosterone spiked and his brain tells him to rebel. Without even knowing, Lennard strangle Raynor.

Raynor: “L-Lennard, what are you-“

Raynor stop in his track, studying Lennard’s expression. Lennard himself is also confused, why don’t he just teleport if he wants to get away? Why does he engage in physical contact?

Raynor: “D-do you want to stop? I will stop if you don’t want this and we can probably find other ways-“

Lennard press his finger on Raynor’s mouth.

Lennard: “Let me think for a sec …..”

The white knight gather his thoughts. Raynor wait in anticipation, wondering what going on in his friend’s head.

Lennard: “I want it”

Raynor look into Lennard eyes with puzzled expression, his friend’s eyes are scared but determined.

After receiving clear consent Raynor continue the hump. He moan into Lennard’s ear, trying to seduce the white knight into letting loose all while tying up Lennard’s arms gently with his belt.

Raynor then sat up straight, giving Lennard full view of the way his hip lewdly move in and out of Lennard’s hole. The white knight takes this as an invitation. He lift his body up from the bed and with his tied up hand, Lennard reach to touch Raynor’s chest and abs. He can feel Raynor’s muscle twitches everywhere his finger brushed across.

Raynor’s eyes wander to Lennard abs that’s flexing a little to lift his body up. He grabbed Lennard’s waist and careless the muscle with his thumb.

Once Raynor pick up his speed ramming ball deep into the brunette, Lennard’s survival instincts kicked in again. The black knight hold his friend down, wrestling him as he continues to make his friend feel good. Lennard is trembling all over, his already full prostate feels like it going to explode.

More liquids start to leak out of Lennard, but it is not thick enough to be cum or semen. If anything, it smells like wine.

Normally, human body does produce small amounts of alcohol from metabolism and that in rare cast, bacteria and fungi in human gut can ferment carbohydrates that human consumed. Lennard has higher glucose level in his blood than most humans here excluding the one with diabetes so when it excrete into urine it can be fermented into alcohol with the trigger being sex in this case.

Considering that alcohol kill sperm, one might wonder what the would birth rate at Lennard’s home be like?

Well, not that any of that is running through Raynor’s head right now. He just thought about how hot this is.

Lennard’s face flush red, not from embarrassment but from being drunk on his own fluid.

Raynor lean down to taste the wine that his friend’s aroused body produced as he has the flexibility to do so, it has the reminiscent of the strawberry that Lennard ate at lunch.

Raynor ponder feeding the white knight with grape and fingering him into making more wine. Raynor can prepare a goblet beneath him for his liquid to drip into someday. Just the thought send shiver down Raynor’s spine and even more blood to his already melting penis.

The moment both men cum, the ghost perish. Neither of the knights even care enough to see how close the ghost were to them of what happened to him. Both men lay flop on the bed, resting from the activity.

Raynor untie Lennard’s arms and when he was about to leave the bed, Lennard push him back down and climb on top of him.

Lennard: “Watching you do thing to me, I couldn’t help but think how good your dick must feel ……”

He look at Raynor like a staving lion with prey in his claws, panting heavily. There no sparkle in his eyes, just deep dark brown consumed with wants that kept spilling over due to the effect of alcohol.

Lennard: “I want to cum with my dick wet and warm too ….”

The black knight smile, confident that he is healthy enough to go for a second round.

Raynor: “Come and get it then”

Like all shackles break loose, Lennard shoves himself inside Raynor. The black knight yelp with surprise, expecting it to hurt but it seems that Lennard already coat his part with slime he conjured with his magic.

The white knight is completely relentless. The man literally fuck like a beast. He’s rough and somewhat forceful it, for the first time in a while Raynor feels so vulnerable it triggered his flight or fight instinct.

Raynor didn’t expect the brunette to come at him with this much force and he also didn’t expect himself to reacted this way.

He doesn’t mind Lennard being rough but his muscles memory is screaming at him to run and he doesn’t know if it because the his is suffering a sensation overload or if it because the rough treatment triggers his muscle memory.

Raynor: “Ah-damn … L-Lennard wait-“

The black knight choked out before he could subconsciously escape Lennard.

To Raynor surprise, Lennard actually stop. He’s trembling with need and his penis is so hard it must hurt but he does stop. He look at Raynor with pleasing eyes but doesn’t say anything to persuade Raynor.

Raynor catch his breath and start to contemplate what he’s going to say.

Raynor: “You have to pin me down …..”

Confusion is written all over the white knight’s face but he did as instructed, he grabs Raynor’s shoulder and pin him down as he continues to pleasure himself with Raynor’s hole. And it would be a lie if Raynor said it doesn’t feel good for him too.

Some bruises begun to form on Raynor’s skin, Lennard freeze upon the realization of it. It’s seems that his fear of hurting Raynor overwrites his need.

Raynor: “I’m fine Lennard, just DO IT”

Raynor spoke desperately.

Putting trust in Raynor, Lennard continued to hump his penis into the black knight. If Raynor really wants to escape he would have turn in to a flock of butterflies and slip away from him long time ago.

Relishes in feeling of be press on the sensitive spot mercilessly, Raynor wish he could massage the white knight’s ass and encouraged him to hump in even deeper. But the view of Lennard doing something lewd like this will suffice for now.

Lennard’s tip hit Raynor in every direction with harsh and intense movement. Raynor can only whimper as Lennard hold him still.

Raynor: “…. Don’t you dare ….. let go of me ….”

Raynor spoke in the heat of the moment, he doesn’t even quite understand what that means himself but …..

Lennard: “I won’t … I won’t let you go …..”

Lennard reply with devotion in his tone.

Due to the intensity, Raynor can feel himself uncontrollably leaking premature cum here and there. White flowers formed and fall out of the tip of Raynor’s penis. It’s actually just his cum but the liquid form a shape of rosette once it reacted to the air, making it look like he cums flowers.

The psychological realization of him leaking precum mixed with the sensation of being punch on the sensitive spot by the lewdest part of human body drive Raynor over the edge. Lennard’s slime, semen and wine are mixing inside him, it drives Raynor crazy. Lennard can feel Raynor trembles in his hands, penis and balls bouncing up and down in response to each thrust.

Raynor’s white flowers flew off everywhere. The sight makes the white knight’s penis twitches in ecstasy. It give Lennard so much satisfaction to know he made Raynor’s spray cum like this, Lennard wondered if the black knight will allow him to keep one flower as a prize.

Something he can jerk off to whenever he remembers what they did today … and that gives Lennard an idea.

The white knight grab one of the white flowers lying on the bed then put it in Raynor’s hand, having him hold the flower up to Lennard’s mouth. As the brunette continued to thrust his penis in, he tare the petal off the white flower one by one with his teeth and that oddly aroused Raynor more than any dirty talk he had ever heard.

The black knight penis cum at full orgasm as he’s being deflower, white flowers form on his tip once again but this time blooming bigger than the rest of the flowers. Before he knew it, Lennard’s penis also cum inside Raynor, spilling and filling the black knight up with his seed.

Both quietly lay still on the different side of the bed coming down from the high and for the brunette to somber up from the effects of his own alcohol.

Lennard slightly lift himself up from the bed.

Lennard: “…. Raynor ….”

The black knight turn his head toward the brunette, Lennard took that opportunity to land a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Lennard: “…. Thanks”

The white smile softly in which Raynor returns the gesture.

Lennard: “Now that this bed is not cursed anymore …”

Lennard start craving the decorations gems out of the headboard.

Lennard: “We can tell the priest that these gems disappeared with the ghost”

Raynor: “LENNAR-“

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After roughly cleaning up and getting dressed, Raynor and Lennard exited the room.

They found Heriot inside the sanctuary, nervously talking to the priest, grocery bag in his hand. The three knights start chatting as they walk home together.

Heriot: “During my travel to lure the tsunami away, I passed a town that this bed originated from. Theoretically, the spirit can not ejaculation by himself so he would violate the body he gets his hand on for eternity”

Heriot spoke as he reminisces.

Raynor: “Heriot”

The bronze knight turn to look at his friend.

Raynor: “What would you do if I had not been there?”

Heriot: “…. hypothetically …. I would probably saw Lennard in half and let the spirit keep his lower part”

Raynor’s stomach turned, so that’s where the rest of Lennard’s body is in the other timeline.

Lennard: “Huh, I guess if I went alone it would have turn out pretty ugly”

Heriot: “Still, it’s a good thing you didn’t decline the request. Now that the spirit is punished by the divine judgment, all the souls and bodies captured by him are set free”

Looking at Heriot, Raynor and Lennard wonder. Perhaps if the priest didn’t reach out to Lennard or if Lennard declined. Heriot would come to deal with the matter himself.

But then again why consider sawing Lennard off if that was truly the case?

Lennard: “What were you and the priest talking about?”

Heriot suddenly look nervous, like there’s a million thoughts going through his head. He turn his face away from both of his friends before answering.

Heriot: “He concluded that I’m an exhibitionist, the evidence being my armor. He attempts to indoctrinate me into joining the priesthood”

Immediately, Raynor and Lennard burst out laughing, it’s a regular occurrence but it’s always a bit silly to them. Both Arland and Heriot’s armor are sensual in design but while Arland look like a slut, Heriot look like a pervert.

Heriot: “…. He said I don’t want to wear more clothes because I don’t have enough faith ….”

Said Heriot, his face now turn full red with fluster expression as the other two continues laughing.

To light effect patients like them, clothe from their old world are very important part of what is left of their identity. Thus none of them let go of their armor no matter how ridiculous the design is.

Suddenly a rambling noise comes from Raynor’s stomach.

Raynor: “I wonder what’s for dinner today”

Lennard: “Oh no! We need to be home before brother Luken or HE will be the one cooking!”

Forget the peaceful stroll, Lennard grab Raynor and Heriot then teleport back to their home.

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A redo of patient gowns for my ocs. (•• )

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Some of Luken’s visuals note.

Also I had finished his profile, feel free to read more about him here!

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I’m glad you noticed many functions details for each mask! XD

You are correct, the welding mask’s ear are movable. The welding mask is also a separate helmet but she can do both because the welding mask’s ears are removable. \(^^ )

The outlines in the art is what other people sees from the outside, the outlines Eisele sees from her lens are black and red. :D

Alternate costumes and weapons design for Luken and Heriot. Also here’s Eisele Hartford, a blacksmith, huntress and automotive engineer.

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@ceiling-karasu I didn’t consider it at first but now that you mentioned it in the tags, I feel the need to draw it! Thank you so much for the inspiration, her designs feel much more complete now! ✨XD

Alternate costumes and weapons design for Luken and Heriot. Also here’s Eisele Hartford, a blacksmith, huntress and automotive engineer.

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Milk 🔞

Light Effects NSFW short story about Eisele’s attempt to make Luken lactate. I originally wrote this to practice characterizing Luken and Eisele, but it rolls down the hill. 💀

Minors please keep out.

cw: sexual content, submission as sexual practice, breastfeeding, male lactation, anal sex

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Crossing her arm, Eisele look at her significant other in disbelief. She knows that Luken is speaking like he’s not from this world because that’s exactly what he is but still ……..

It began normal, Eisele is looking after her blacksmith shop and Luken is helping her around the store as usual. A couple of married knights come in to get their equipments polished for the upcoming ceremony at the castle. What different is that today Ms. Knight carry a baby with her to the store while Mr. Knight carry all the equipments.

Ms. Knight: “I’m so sorry Eisele, I couldn’t carry all the equipment here myself and I can’t quite left this little one alone. I’ll make sure he won’t disturb your work”

Eisele: “Don’t worry about it, you walking around in full armor right after a labor is already a feat”

Said Eisele as she start working on the equipments.

Ms. Knight: “Well my abs are not just for show”

Mr. Knight: “She broke country record in fastest labor. I see our child being shot out of her so fast the baby head bum the doctor, and that doctor passed out”

Eisele almost choked on her coffee, Mr. Knight though continued to speak with tear of pride.

Mr. Knight: “My wife ….. so strong ….. a true warrior”

Ms. Knight: “DONT SAY IT LIKE THAT-“

As the two knights exchanged praise and bicker, Eisele can hear Luken giggle from across the room.

Ms. Knight: “That’s because you cheer me on way too hard during my labor! What kind of person brought cardboard cut outs of himself into the hospital for full formation cheerleading dance?! How does that even work????”

Suddenly the baby start crying and Ms. Knight cradle him. Mr. Knight nervously pull a baby bottle out of his wife’s bag and start feeding the baby.

The sights look heartwarming until Eisele notices that the liquid in the bottle is clear.

Eisele: “Wait, what are you feeding-“

Mr. Knight: “Water of course”

Eisele: “Your child need nutrition”

Ms. Knight: “There are plenty of minerals in the water!”

Ms. Knight spoke so cheerfully that Eisele feels like fainting, starting out normal? What even is a standard for normal in this town.

Eisele: “You are not wrong ….. but you can’t find protein in the form of mineral”

Ms. Knight expression turned guilty.

Ms. Knight: “I know ….. Still it’s not like I can breastfeed him”

That’s right, a while ago Ms. Knight was injured on her chest on her duty. It took couple of days for her to reach the medics and her wound was infected. The doctor had to remove both of her breasts to prevent the bacteria from spreading.

It’s unfortunate but perhaps Eisele should still remind them that other kind of milk exists.

Luken: “Why doesn’t your husband breastfeed the child?”

Luken spoke innocently, he smile gently as he approached them. Everyone went quiet though, even the baby stop crying.

Mr. Knight: “I ….. can ….?”

Ms. Knight: “No you can’t! ……. Can you?”

Luken: “Of course he can if you take a good care of him, you can even put in his milk in a tiny bottle to show people what a good wife you are!”

The store is engulfed in silence once again. Forget about Luken sounding like someone from other world, he doesn’t even sound like human at this moment.

Mr. Knight: “Wait, we did take a good care of our child, what if our child breastfeed himsel-“

Eisele: “STOP RIGHT THERE, DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE”

Eisele then quickly told Luken to go get milk at her house and the couple excitedly feeding their child with cow milk.

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After the day is over, Eisele close her store. It’s already dark outside. Too dark for Luken to return to his place alone deep in the forest.

Well actually no, Luken can definitely make it home and no one is stupid enough to attack a full armored combat architect with 3 blades and a firearm who is also rumored to steal sanity wherever he goes. But she knows her man likes to be treat with delicacy although he can probably tanks an entire army of professional knights. Luken just smile knowingly and goes home with her.

There they cook a simple dinner, plain bread and unseasoned chicken breast. The more tasteless it is the more Luken likes it, Eisele on the other hand is about to pour an entire bottle of hot sauce on her chicken and ordered two more to be delivered tomorrow. Like a mind reader, Luken hands her a new bottle of hot sauce. Probably noticed her almost running out of it last time he’s here and brought it for her in advance.

Luken: “I appreciate your consideration but you don’t have to always made food that suit my taste”

Eisele: “Nah, it’s easier to add spice than to remove it”

She playfully kiss Luken on his lips which make Luken start coughing due to the effects of the hot sauce. The heat got to his cheeks first followed by his ears. Eisele couldn’t help but laugh out loud as Luken hurriedly drinking his glass of milk.

Eisele: “This isn’t even a half of what you’ll have to taste if you let me cook what I want”

Luken: “Point taken-“

Luken seasons his milk with tab water, a question dangles in Eisele’s mind.

Eisele: “Luken, can you lactate?”

Luken: “Yes, I can”

Eisele choked on her juice. She coughed and accidentally hit the table, causing a glass of cold milk to tip over and spill on to Luken’s crotch. He yelp, shivered from the cold liquid seeping through his clothes, soaking his private area.

Eisele rush over with a napkin but the sight of Luken crotch soaked with a white liquid reminds her of something else and she decided against it cleaning it.

Luken: “Ms. Eisele …..?”

Luken flustered as he can feel Eisele leering on him, he would call her out but a while ago he had already offered himself to her. Letting her spread him on her bed like a meat on a sliver plate.

Eisele: “You said you could lactate right? Let test it out”

Luken cocked his head confusingly but play along without a protest. The blacksmith sit on his laps and start nibbling his neck, the architect throw his head back a little to give her more room to devour him.

He let out a hum as he start to undo his corset and chest plate, he would let the metal pieces simply fall down on the floor but it would be disrespectful to his woman who is a blacksmith. Eisele peels the loosened corset and the unlocked chest plate from Luken’s body.

She placed it on the floor then lift his outer tunic up and Luken obediently let the fabric slip out of him. The cold milk still dripping on Luken’s thighs. Eisele kiss his cheek and enjoy the sight of Luken lifting his white inner tunic up to start undoing his pants.

After his pants and boots are thrown to the side, Eisele undo the belt that hold his inner tunic in place and throw the white garment onto the ground next to his breastplate. Luken is now in his undergarments consisting of light pink tank top, a pair of boxers and socks.

The thin fabric of his boxers cling to his private part due to the cold liquid showing his member in a half harden state. The architect look at Eisele longingly, waiting for her to put on her special show.

Eisele: “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to dodge anymore of Raynor’s questions”

Luken: “Please …..”

Luken plea as he place Eisele’s hand on his abs while lightly grinds his hip on her in an attempt to seduce the blacksmith.

Arouse, she whipped her hair back and with sheer muscle strength, tear her own top apart. Her biceps flex with strength and the torn fabric reveals her gorgeous shoulders. Luken watch her in awe and admiration. Luken personally prefer Eisele’s firm muscles over her breasts and so enjoy exploring her arms, thighs and stomach more. Every strain of it tells a story of perseverance, how she carry heavy smithing material, hunting and mining for it, how she continued her hard work until she perfected her craft.

Luken: “You are beautiful”

Luken is a little disappointed in himself that this is all he could mutter but Eisele shut him up with her mouth before he could weave anymore praise. They then decided to moved to the bedroom, once they are there. Eisele took off her pants and start casting a transformation spell, Luken watch with intrigue as she conjure a set of member of her own.

Back when they first dated, Luken refused to be the penetrating one because he was taught against tainting woman before their marriage to avoid the risk of pregnancy. Eisele reasons with him that she doesn’t mind and so they tried it the traditional way. Unfortunately neither of them are satisfied so they ended up the way Luken originally requested regardless. A practice that they still continue to do this day.

Eisele grab a bottle of lubricant, she removed Luken underwears and spread his legs apart. She lean in a give his entrance a quick kiss which making Luken an aroused mess. He shivered as a cold drop of lubricants dripped down his hole while his women massage him, rubbing the lube inside him, making sure he’s wet and comfortable.

She push his tank top up, revealing his own abs and firm chest. She looking at him like he’s a piece of expensive steak. The room is dark but the light behind his head lit the room softly with pastel blue and pink, it reminded Eisele of the first light at dawn. Eisele start nibbling Luken’s nipples, he yelp a little as this is the first time she does this. The architect looks at her with confusion and curiosity.

Eisele: “I’m trying to taste your milk”

Eisele spoke awkwardly, Luken laugh softly like a morning song bird.

Luken: “You have to feed me with carb and protein and you have to bedded me consistently first”

Eisele blink, taking in the process. Her finger still remains inside him.

Eisele: “Okay, so what is a consistent bedding?”

Luken: “Well you have to bedded me at the consistent time every day, each time for 30 minutes and after a week I’ll start producing milk”

Eisele blink again, seemingly fascinated.

Luken: “You ….. don’t know that ….?”

Eisele: “No Luken. From what I know, men are incapable of producing milk”

Now it’s Luken’s turn to be surprised.

Eisele: “If men lactated, it usually means they are suffering from fatal disorder”

Eisele pull her fingers out.

Eisele: “If it’s okay, I wanted you to get some medical check up. Then may be we can start to set up the routine, I am interested in keeping your milk in a tiny bottle for show if you will allow it”

Luken: “You can do anything to me, I’m already your”

With that response, Eisele pressed her tip inside Luken’s delicate hole. Gently entering him.

As usual, it’s a perfect fit. Luken’s thigh tremble from the sensation. His legs spread on the bed, a lewd and undignified position to be in. It’s hard to believe that a prince of knight as modest and collected as Luken would let anyone do this to him. Eisele is the only one in the world that is allowed to have this privilege.

Once she feels that her man had relaxed, she starts moving. Luken’s member bounce in rhythm with Eisele’s thrust. Luken let out a low moan as the pleasure buildup inside him where Eisele’s penis is rubbing, smearing her semen on his delicate wall. His prostrate started to fill up from the stimulation as his penis cutely leaking clear liquid.

He held on to the bedsheet, struggling to keep himself under control and not spilling his seed. He’s pink to his ears, the sight is absolutely delicious to Eisele and her penis grow even harder feeling Luken’s tight and satisfying flesh.

Luken: “M-Ms. Eisele, I can’t take it anymore ……”

Luken’s entire body is trembling, ready for released.

Eisele: “Let it out, Luken. Let me see you come apart ….”

The black smith pick up her pace, every single thrust dedicated to Luken’s precious prostate. The sensation peak and Luken’s penis start cumming uncontrollably. He couldn’t stop, the moment he feels like he’s about to be empty, his prostrate filled up again and his penis spray his cum uncontrollably every time he feels Eisele slide her penis into him.

Eisele: “Damn, there’s ….. no way I can …… get enough of you”

Eisele watch as Luken bouncy penis makes a mess out of their bed and himself, cuming all over the place. She reach down to massage his asscheeks as she enjoy milking every drop out of him.

It’s not long before Eisele’s penis also empty herself into Luken, the spell broke and her temporarily penis is gone. As she catch her breath, she gives Luken a peck on his forehead before letting him recover. Before she knew it, Luken dozed off. Tomorrow, she will have Lennard do a check up on him.

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Lennard: “That would be brain tumor”

Eisele: “What-“

Lennard: “Yeah, the most common cause for lactation in men is brain tumors making his prolactin glands malfunction. If that’s not the case, then it’s likely he’s being staved continuously for years”

Eisele’s heart drop to her stomach, could Luken be suffering from one of these conditions? She held his hand tight.

Lennard: “Anyway, I’ve checked brother Luken. He doesn’t suffer from starvation or brain tumor; however, he does possess a body that can naturally lactate if stimulated correctly. Perhaps humans from each worlds have different anatomy”

Eisele sigh in relief, if anything happens to Luken she wouldn’t know what to do.

Raynor: “Huh, that would explain why Heriot mentioned having to lay egg”

Raynor chimes in while fixing Eisele’s torn shirt.

Eisele: “He what- why did he mention that- what in the world were you two talking about??”

Lennard: “Spill it, Raynor. We need context”

Arland: “That sounds like a breach of privacy ….”

Luken: “Yeah, I think we should not dive in any deeper for the sake of Heriot’s dignity”

Contrast to his bold appearance, Heriot is quite shy and is not very talkative. Perhaps they should not provoke him, he is already trying hard to keep it together or catastrophic events might wash over their land.

Lennard lean back in defeat.

Lennard: “But seriously, why do you people keep coming to me for these kind of stuffs? Last I check the hospitals and clinics are still operating”

Eisele and Luken look at each other, unsure of what to say. Arland decided to answer the question for them.

Arland: “Well your license is not valid in this world so your check up and consultation is free”

Lennard: “Is that what everybody think of me?!”

As Lennard complained about his unfair free labor, Eisele speak her curiosity.

Eisele: “Now thinking about it, does your body also do …… things that may not be normal for this world standard?”

Lennard ponder intriguingly, Luken is as curious if not more than Eisele. Arland got a little red thinking about the possibility while Raynor just wonder if Heriot’s eggs are edible. Unfortunately they couldn’t come up with anything, at least not at the moment.

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Luken and Eisele start their schedule, both agreed that 20:00 is the best time. It is a little hard at first for Eisele because she would love to enjoy Luken for more than 30 minutes each session but on the bright side, she now has access to his private part everyday. They managed to keep their schedule going until the 4th day where Eisele has to close her store a little later than usual and Luken have to help out at the sanctuary.

At 20:25 Eisele hurriedly closed her store and Luken barged in, she tried to urge him to wait until they get home but for the first time. Luken is being impatient.

Luken: “No …. No, I-I can’t wait”

He spoke with desperation.

Luken: “Please ….. please take me, here, now”

Luken plea, subconciously lifting the front of his tunic up a little. His face is all red as he pants vulnerably. And that is all Eisele needs for her control to break as well. She kneel in front of him, she lifted his tunic up and started undoing his pants. He is hard, his thighs are slightly trembling and he had already made a leaky mess out of his undergarments.

Eisele had her man bend over the counter with his back facing her. She pulled his undergarments down, the fluid from his penis dripping between his thighs and forms a string between Luken’s private area and his undergarments. Eisele is a little worried at first because she doesn’t keep lubricants at her store but it appears that Luken’s leakage had already soaked his entrance.

Eisele open her pants, just enough for her to be able to conjure her penis. Once her tip touches Luken’s entrance, she can feel his hole kissing her. Trying to sucked her in and before she knows it her tip is already inside.

Eisele: “I’ve never see you this aroused before”

Luken: “It’s difficult to not get hard when I’m usually ready to cum around this time everyday ……”

Luken feels Eisele get harder and bigger at his words.

Luken: “…. Even when singing choir …. I couldn’t help but ….. think about what kind of lewd things you’ll do to me”

Eisele: “Now that’s degenerate even for you, thinking about cumming in midst of your holy duty”

She push her penis deeper inside him, and start rocking him back and forth. Luken let out a relief sound as his desperation creased.

Eisele: “Are all people from your world this lewd? You mentioned this being a common practice”

Luken: “It’s- ah-a domestication process ….. the spouse will ….. tame their male lover to stop him from sleeping around ….. like a wild animal-ah”

Eisele: “Your culture is one hell of a kink ……”

Luken being a playboy is something she couldn’t imagine but then again, she doesn’t know what he was like before arriving here.

The 30 minutes alarm went off and Luken’s cum none stop all over the counter. His knee gives out and he collapsed to the floor. This time Luken can’t even walk properly due to his refractory period and Eisele has to give him a piggy back ride on their walk home. While Eisele had pull Luken’s pants back up, she took off his sticky underwear and told him that it’s too dirty for him to wear. She hold it in one of her hand as she carries him, the ruined undergarments is expose to the whole world to see if you look hard enough.

Luken: “Ms. Eisele ….. my underwears …… put away …..”

Luken spoke, barely coherent, thighs still trembling.

Eisele: “It’s already late, no one’s going to see it”

Eisele lied, she wants people to see how wet and horny she made her collected and reserved man become. Even in his refractory period, she wants to continue to ravish him and the only thing stopping her is that she doesn’t want to hurt this cotton candy man.

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On the 8th day, Luken invited Eisele to his place.

Lennard was asked to help out at the hospital, he drag Arland with him because sealing magic is a good substitute for anesthesia and Raynor followed them likely because he witnessed something concerning in the future. All of them will be back tomorrow evening. Heriot left to lure the tsunami away from this town again due to nearby earthquakes. No one knows where he went, he simply tells them that he’ll be back in the next two days. This leaves Luken alone in his house.

Luken is waiting on his bed. Once he hear the door open, Luken jolted up from the cover like a puppy waiting for his owner, he’s already in his cotton candy color undergarments that Eisele assumed are already ruined judging from his anticipation.

This time she doesn’t even took Luken’s underwear off, she simply slide her penis in through the thighs hole. Planning to soak his undergarments with his and her cum.

The sensation of her penis being clumsily suck by his wall send her over the edge as she rocks him back and forth. A warrior prince obedient and vulnerable in her palm. His private part leaky and exposed as his delicate precious area is being (consensually) violated, it’s adorable she could eat him whole.

She switched him around, fuck him on his side, have him lay on his stomach then back to lying on his back. Her penis twitch in bliss, it feels amazing.

Luken: “Ms. Eisele ….. it’s here ….”

Luken squeeze one of his nipples, prompting Eisele to lean in to start nibbling and sucking it. She can taste a couple drops of milk from him but it’s not enough so she tried massaging his firm breast and more came out.

She continued to humph her penis deep inside him as he breastfeed her. It’s almost as if the closer he is to cumming, the sweeter his milk becomes.

Luken: “….. Eisele”

Eisele got a chill down her spine, this is the first time he ever call her simply by her name.

Eisele: “Luken”

She called his name in reply.

Luken: “Eisele …. Eisele …..Eisele!”

Before she know, the clock strike once again and Luken’s rock hard penis spray his cum all over his underwears as his love continues to milk him up and down until he fall unconscious.

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Morning comes with a soft light, the sky is painted with pastel color just like Luken’s gentle light. Eisele got up to find that she is alone on the bed. But she can smell a delicious cooked egg, she walk downstairs to find Luken cooking breakfast.

Luken: “Good morning Ms. Eisele”

Eisele frowned a little with disappointment.

Eisele: “I thought you’ll finally just call me Eisele”

He laugh and whispered into her ear.

Luken: “You know what to do if you want to hear it again”

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Plane boy and Boat guy. 🛩️🚢✨

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Fabric pattern design update, this time with Luken and Heriot. XD

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Alternate costumes and weapons design for Luken and Heriot. Also here’s Eisele Hartford, a blacksmith, huntress and automotive engineer.

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Some final drafts of secondary characters from my original series.

Luken Lightbringer is a combat architect, he like to play and listen to emotionless music unemotionally. He love bland, tasteless food and sees any form of emotion in art as unnecessary addition but is usually polite about his preference.

Luken can animated statues by amputating their head, the statue will return to their static state once their head returned to their body. This results in Luken usually being surrounded by bloodied statues with hands on their hands on their head like they are losing their mind around him.

Heriot Marycoast is an armament alchemist, he believes in having to prove oneself to be accepted into the world although his situation 100% contradicts that. He probably just wants deluded himself that if he just work hard enough, his problem will go away.

Heriot can control the sea but due to that ability, he naturally pull ocean toward him. He cannot stay in one place too long or the tsunami will drown him and his surroundings. The tsunami will travel faster whenever he’s in rage, this also render his presence problematic for Seafaring.

Here are comparison between the first draft and the current draft of both characters.

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Thank you so much, I’m very happy to know you enjoy my work! I don’t quite understand what do you mean about my prefer starting source of research, I assumed you mean what is the most efficient way to study aviation code non-professionally and I hope I am not too far off the rail. \(TT )

I recommended you to start with the scope of flight operations in order to understand the purpose of AFS massages (codes), the functions of AIS officers (cryptologists) and all personnels involved in an organized manner. The structured of our systems and networks can be messy, you’ll need a map to navigate it correctly and knowledge in flight operation is that NAVAID.

Here’s all you need to know about flight operations: ICAO Annex 6

After you got the full context of flight operations, here’s a procedure on AFS and AFTN(Code networks): ICAO Doc 8162

You can read more about VFR and IFR here: ICAO Annex 2

Here’s a scope of ATS standard practice: ICAO Annex 11

Here’s more details about Airspace management: ICAO Doc 4444 (You can also read more about transponder S in here! If I remember correctly that is)

Here’s more about ICAO radio phraseology: ICAO Doc 9432

And here’s more on heart and soul of aviation communication, VHF and Airband: ICAO Doc 9718

You might have to be more specific about PAT since it can mean a lot of things in aviation depending on the context.

PAT: Passenger air Tariff.

PAT: IATA code for Jay Prakash Narayan Airport in Patna, India.

PAT: Power, Altitude then Trim.

PAT: Pilot Aptitude Test.

PAT: Callsign of Department of the army, priority air transport, Davison aviation command, Fort belvoir, VA.

PAT: Pilots Procedure Analysis Tool.

I assumed you meant Power Altitude, then Trim which you can read a little more about here: Basic straight and level, Take off and climbing check, Flight training note: Triming

Civilian flights or Military flights

First we’ll have to separate both into internal and external communications systems. Civilians Aviation use the same system both internally and externally, military aviation on the other hand use the same systems as civil aviation externally but have their own unique internal systems.

The internal communication system of military flights for each country are drastically different and are kept confidential (well as confidential as they can be). The civil part of aviation are kept in the dark about it to avoid the risk of SIGNINT. I think it would be amazing if you design a fictional military aviation network for each of your fictional nations!

Now, I’ll see what I can assist you with in your tags. \(^^ )

Uncontrolled airport/Non-towered airport

I’ve never heard the term non-towered code so I’m going to assume that you mean non-towered airport communication. Uncontrolled airports are generally domestic so while there are some standard they shared with towered airports, the procedures detailed vary depend on that country’s air law and regulations.

This one is form the US: Uncontrolled airport flight procedures by FAA

You can read more about airports general design here: ICAO Annex 14 Volume I (Aerodrome), ICAO Annex 14 Volume II (Heliport)

Aircraft registration vs Flight designator

Both are call signs use in radiotelephony and AFS massage but have completely different functions and are often being confused for each other. One flight designator can be flown by multiple aircraft registrations and one aircraft registration can fly with multiple flight designators.

Aircraft registration is overseers by national aviation authority which are overseers by ICAO. It was designed specifically to identify aircrafts. In the case of civilian aircraft, first 1 or 2 letters in front of the dash are international identification shared among all type of aircrafts, it tells the nationality of the vehicle. The other 3 or 4 letters vary extremely depending on the country for instance, EW-0001L to EW-9999L are reserved for balloons in Belarus and D-LAAA to D-LZZZ are reserved for airships in Germany. So the rigidity system and MTOW system are generally not international. For military aircrafts, they use serial number which are usually 6 to 8 digits numbers.

Flight designator, also known as flight number are overseer by IATA and the airlines. It was designed specifically to identify flights activities. In the case of 3 digits flight number, The first two letters identify the aircraft operator and the rest vary extremely depending on the airline. In the case of 4 digits flights number, the first two letters is also the aircraft operator however that said operator who sell the ticket to you is not the one who operate the aircraft for the said flight. Which means; “LH123 is flight LH123” and “TG4567 is also flight LH123”. This system is known as codeshare.

For the case of private flights, the flight designator will be aircrafts registration followed by PVT. For instance, OH-XZAPVT. And in the case of military flights, we usually use their military callsign.

In conclusion; “Today, LH456 (Flight) is flown by D-ABCD (Aircraft)”

Here’s a little more about Aircraft registration (Airship and Blimp included): ICAO Annex 7, ICAO registration prefix

And here’s some more about Flight designator: Flight Identifications and Designators by IATA

Automated AFS massage function

Autopilot was made specifically for navigation, it was designed to make vehicles automatically take the correct path so no, it cannot send AFS massages. However here are some aviation tools that send AFS massages and Telex automatically.

N-flight planing programs: These softwares automatically generate and submit FPL to involved organizations based on flight dispatcher and/or pilot’s inputs, the famous examples are NavBlue and Airinc.

ATIS: An automatic broadcast, it vocalize necessary AFS massage that need constant urgent updates for the pilots in busy airports, usually RCR, METAR and runway availability.

There are many more kinds of networks and softwares use in aviation with similar function depending on countries, airports and airlines so I think it would be amazing if you create a fictional networks for your fictional airports and airlines! XD

I hope my reblog is helpful! ✨

Hi, just want to let you know that I’ve always enjoy reading your tags, it’s a lot of fun reading your clever insights and observations on my arts. I really appreciate them.✨

Your art improve amazingly over these past few months and I’m looking forward to the direction it will take in the future. I also admire your dedication when it comes to writing, finishing 30+ chapters series is definitely not an easy tasks and I think that’s really cool. \(^^ )

Thank you very much! I'm looking forward to completing another 30+ chapters series in the future.

I really like your art and how the color schemes seem to match the personalities of the characters. They always look so crisp with the right amount of style on character positioning.

I always thought it was really cool how you managed to have so much detailed backstories and world building, alongside managing to create pictures and comics to go along with the chapters and stories you write. It has been really inspirational!

Although, funny, enough, I have been thinking about asking you if you had any preferences on sources to start researching universal aviation codes and the differences in between civilian and military planes, jets, helicopters, and airships, and which you think might sound better when used by militaries vs civilians. I think I am going to have to do a lot of studying on IATA, ICAO, PAT, Mode-S, VFR, and transponders, as well as codes used in towered vs non towered airports. I feel like I am going to have to do a lot of study on aviation and plane/jet/drone schematics for future chapters.

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YOUR ARTSTYLE IS SO COOL IT'S LIKE ASHSHHSHDHDJDHHD

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Thank you, Anon! 😭✨

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My design of Hermes.🪽✨

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I might have too much fun with this. (TuT )