#feat. chilchuck

[daily-izutsumi]

[necromancer-punk]

got flagged so let’s try this again,,,

holy trinity of chilchucks

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the holy trinity of chilchucks - necromancer-punk #poipiku https://poipiku.com/10001787/10291070.html

[deaddriv]

Why is this so cute...

[orchard-keeper]

Another Chilshi fic because I have COVID and its giving me insomnia lol <3

[grimm-writings]

moments

…ft! touden party, falin x gn! reader, izutsumi & reader

…tags! tooth-rotting fluff, drabbles

…wc! 70 ; 87 ; 95 ; 92 ; 108; 106 = 558

…notes! i feel like a negligent parent with my lack of works lately. here’s something small.

Laios enjoys napping with you under the shade of a tree.  In this moment, there’s nothing stopping you and him from understanding one another completely.  With a gentle breeze flowing, Laios finds his hands resting on your back as you turn to collapse on top of him, earning a small wheeze from him.  But he laughs, and he holds you.  It's time for rest.  Forget your responsibilities for a while.

Marcille will come to you every time she finishes a book in a daze.  She recalls the ending to you, as she usually does when she has finished a few chapters for the past few days.  However, in her post-book stupor, she finds herself more prone to rambling and such.  Still, she isn’t anxious about ‘talking too much’ or otherwise.  The way you engage with her and help ground her, especially if an ending is particularly stressful, is her favourite routine.  She shan’t trade it for anything.

Chilchuck gets busy on workdays.  With his shop and representing his fellow half-foots, his hands can get very full, very quickly.  This is why he’s thankful for your presence, welcoming him home with open arms, a tasty meal, and a hot bath prepared just for him.  You get to watch as the furrow in his brow relaxes in the midst of you.  When all is said and done, when you lay in bed together, he finds respite in this moment.  That at his age is a rare feat.  You’re really something to behold, aren’t you?

Senshi finds the time spent after a hearty meal to be some of the most tender.  Standing beside one another, Senshi plunging cutlery into suddy water only to hand it to you to dry, is like something out of a dream.  Momentarily, not only is he doing what he loves, but he’s doing it with someone he loves too.  Someone he might consider spending the rest of his days like this, washing the dishes.  He’s always sure to thank you for helping, his beard barely disguising the wide smile on his face.

Izutsumi is hardly one for staying relaxed in a perfect moment, but she still lets her guard down around you no matter how many times she tries to catch herself.  It’s a slow process.  First slouches against your arm, before turning to nuzzle into it, and then she rests her head on your shoulder and finds herself curling into you entirely.  It’s hard not to pet and scratch her, but don’t be surprised when she finally realises what she’s doing and pulls away entirely, embarrassed and acting like you’re the problem.  It’s but a moment, though a peaceful one she wouldn’t mind falling into the trap of again.

Falin sees her whole world in moments.  Little treasures to be looked back on with a tenderness and fullness unlike any other.  That’s why, with you, she holds all the time you spend together close to her heart.  From the first time your fingers brushed against one another to a late night conversation, Falin remembers each and every one, all committed to memory.  That way, when you see each other again, Falin is flooded with a feeling of bliss.  The thoughts and yearn for your smile directed at her is a moment in itself.  When you wear that glowing expression, how could she ask for more?

[injuries-in-dust]

Just started watching Delicious in Dungeon (about 12 episodes in) and here are my impressions of the characters if we popped them into DND, because that's how my brain works.

Laios - Human, Champion Fighter. Wisdom is his dump stat (poor insight) but he's profient in perception. (Example: identifying different monsters just by the sound of their footsteps.)

Falin - Human, Cleric of the Arcana Domain. I think her wisdom is decent but intelligence is her dump stat. She knows the countryside (survival is wisdom) and she figured the circle of life thing going on in that little cave/dungeon she found in her school years (nature is wisdom.) But she seemed to spend little actual time paying attention in that school.

Marcille - Half elf, Necromancer Wizard. With the Magic Initiate feat to get Cure Wounds from the Cleric spell list. High intelligence, low wisdom. Sage background. She only knows what she's read in books. She didn't even know raspberries were perfectly safe to eat!

Chilchuck - Halfling (lightfoot), Rogue thief.

Senshi - Dwarf (Hill), Gloom Stalker Ranger. With the Chef feat. He's probably a hermit background.

[chilschuck]

HAVE YOUR CAKE (AND EAT IT TOO).

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none! sfw + typical fluffy goodness.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 2.3k

✦ happy birthday, chil!!! this is a little rushed because i wanted it out right at midnight, but i hope it turned out alright!! tumblr ate the post as i tried to save it, so lets hope it posts this time! if anything seems out of place or ooc, i’m so sorry, it’s currently late and i just wanted to write some cuteness for him and you guys!!! enjoy!!! <3333

The countdown leading up to this day had you filled with nervous excitement.

Not only was it Chilchuck’s birthday, but the day you decided you’d try to relay just how you felt about him all this time. With sweaty palms you looked at yourself in the mirror, dressed up for his surprise get-together you and the rest of the party had planned. Secretly, you hoped he wouldn’t catch on so fast that it was truly mostly your idea that had started this.

Inhaling one last breath and letting it pass through your chest, you dusted off your outfit you considered the nicest one you had. In a perfect box with sage green wrapping paper, his gift from you sat beautifully on your bed. Putting all the finishing touches on it you could, a ribbon cascades off the top along with a sweet note card with his name in curly letters. A part of you worried it was a bit too much, but for him, you’d find you’d always go above and beyond.

Turning to hold it in your hands, you considered the contents for a moment. Inside was a new pair of gloves you had sewn for him in the coming weeks, along with a favorite ale of his you had managed to purchase for him. It was simple, much more so than the intricate packaging, but you hoped he’d be pleased.

The half-foot had told you his birthday reluctantly, but now that you knew, you made sure you’d never forget. Whether writing it in your notes or pinning a paper on your calendar, there was no way you were going to let it pass by. He deserved so much more than he gave himself, and you made it your duty to ensure he was happy.

In a few minutes everyone would begin showing up, and to keep yourself busy you set the little table in your dining room with all the food you had prepared. Everything you had taken into account from your time adventuring with him, which consisted of his favorites or even things he’s mentioned liking in passing. Slowly but surely you had managed to get him to open up a little, which was a feat you pride yourself on. Because of this, you felt you were closer than you were before. Now it was time to really tie everything together with that metaphorical bow.

A knock at the door had your heart beating excitedly in your chest, and after yelling out a quick, “Coming!” you made your way to open it.

Except… It wasn’t at all who you were expecting. Suddenly you were face to face with the guest of the hour, who had a furrowed brow of concern on his face.

“Everything okay? Marcille told me to come quickly because you needed help with something.” Chilchuck spoke, studying your appearance for a moment. “Uh, did I interrupt something?”

You were going to kill her. Already picturing her mischievous expression at trying to make something happen like out of her romance novels, you gave a brisk sigh.

“Not at all, quite the opposite, actually…” With quick hands you cracked the door, before peeking out the other side. “Can you… Close your eyes and come in?”

Chilchuck looked even more perplexed at your request, before letting out a sound of confusion. Ever trusting you, he put a hand over his eyes and reached his other one out to you to guide him in. So far so good.

“This didn’t turn out how I exactly pictured it, but…” You began, leading him to the dining room where you had decorated for the supposed party that now only contained the two of you. “You can look now.”

As he removed his hand, you jumped beside him in your spot, shouting cheerfully. “Happy Birthday, Chil!”

His eyes widened, taking in the scene in front of him. A table full of food, seemingly his favorites, as well as fresh flowers from your garden. Even streamers were put up around the wall, along with a bottle of wine you only busted out for special occasions.

“Huh? You did all this for me?” Chilchuck muttered, turning to catch your eyes. That sparkle in them, the same one they always had, caused his stomach to erupt with butterflies. Especially with the way you were smiling at him right now.

“Of course I did, you think I’d let you celebrate your birthday cooped up at home?” Your voice was soft, but held true with intent to make this a night worth remembering for him. Chilchuck gave a light laugh, scratching the back of his head for a moment. You really were too good to him.

The half-foot went to study the foods you had set out, before spotting the cake placed sweetly in the middle. It wasn’t very big, about as big as the pan you usually baked with, but even so… Chilchuck swallowed.

“I know you’re not too big on sweets, but you can’t have a birthday without cake, right?” Your voice met his ears, words playful yet with a hint of something he couldn’t quite place. All of this was making him lose his voice, even more so unable to word his feelings than usual.

“It’s great…” He muttered, before turning to you. In his eyes a spark of vulnerability made itself known, and you hoped you weren’t just mistaken.

“I can’t believe you did all this. I feel spoiled.” Chilchuck reached for a cup, sheepish and eager to hide his burning cheeks behind something. All of this matched with your current outfit was making him feel a little weak.

You waved your hands, moving to grab the bottle of wine. “It’s nothing! You deserve stuff like this. Also, there were supposed to be others but I’m guessing they had other plans.” Trailing off, you grumbled the last part to yourself. The wine filled his glass easily, a sight he was always happy to take in.

Along with you. Chilchuck had to busy himself with a drink before he focused too hard on how good your outfit looked tonight, how you did your hair, the way you kept smiling at him… Clearing his throat, he tried to find something to say to fill the silence.

Before he could speak though, you perked up and went to reach for something behind the table. “Oh! I almost forgot, I got you a little something, too.”

He felt like he was going to melt into the floor. All of this to celebrate just another day for him? Sure, he would treat himself a little, but this… It was like you wanted him to dwell too hard on those feelings he’s been keeping at bay.

Setting down his glass, Chilchuck reached out to take the box from you, gaze taking in just how beautifully it was wrapped. Even the bow on top was so much like something you’d do, down to the note with his name written so nicely on it.

“You really didn’t have to.” Your name left him softly, eyes flitting back up to yours. You waved your hands at him again, before giving him that grin that always made him feel hazy.

“I know, but I wanted to. Now open it, I’ve been waiting so long for this.” The laughter that followed was so sweet, and Chilchuck had to distract himself with the ribbon on his gift.

Pulling it gently, he let it fall to his feet in a small pile. Picking at the folds in the paper, he tried to be as careful as he could with it. You noticed this, unable to hold back the giggle that erupted from your throat. “You don’t have to be like that, it’s meant to be ripped.”

Chilchuck ripped into it this time, barking out, “I know that!” Before he could say anything else, he lifted the lid of the box.

Quick to explain your gift, you interrupted his thoughts. “The gloves were something I made to help with your new business and all. The ale was just… A bonus.” Watching him pick up the gloves and study them, you added, “I hope they’re okay.”

He couldn’t even begin to word how he felt at that moment. Not only did you do all of this for him, but you made him a gift and remembered even more about him? You might as well have taken his heart right out of his chest and ran off with it. Gently, he gave a small smile at your words. “It’s more than okay! I still can’t believe all of this. I’m not sure what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything! I’m just glad it’s okay. Here, want me to get you a slice of cake or anything?” Your eagerness to make him happy had his heart race a bit, and Chilchuck couldn’t help but let out a content sigh as he turned the gloves over in his hands. Setting them down back into the box, he met your eyes.

“You’ve done too much. As expected, since I told you and all.” Chilchuck joked, watching as you cut into the baked good you worked so hard on. His hands took the plate from you, the flowery green icing hiding the wedges of chocolate underneath. Taking his fork, he took off a piece from the corner and studied it. “I should’ve known you would’ve gone above and beyond.”

Huffing playfully, you turned to cut yourself a slice of your own. “I spent all that time getting it out of you, and you think I’d just forget?” Taking a bite, you hummed, mulling over the flavor in your mind. “Hm, could’ve turned out a little sweeter, but I guess that’s a good thing, huh?”

Chilchuck brought his own fork to his lips, curious to taste some of your baking again. At no surprise at all, it turned out really light and fluffy, the icing pairing well with the tenderness of the cake. “It’s good. I like how rich it is,” He spoke up through his taste test. You beamed at him, that same smile that made him feel like he had been staring a little too long at the sun.

“I’m glad I was able to do this for you. Sorry it wasn’t very climactic of a surprise.” Chilchuck shook his head at your words, taking another piece of cake on his fork. His next sentence died in his throat at the look on your face, pausing to wait for you to finish.

“In a way, I’m kind of glad it ended up like this. There’s something I wanted to tell you ever since we stopped adventuring.” Setting your plate down for a moment, you bit your lip. Once sure you had his full attention, you continued.

And of course you had his full attention. You always did, and there was no contest for it when it came to you. Yet, the nervousness in his gut made an appearance despite how hard he tried to ignore it.

For some reason, the words never left you. Instead, your eyes were fixed on something on his face. He could practically hear the gears whirring to life in your head.

“Sorry, you’ve got… Right there, hang on.” Your touch, gentle enough to make him nearly jump out of his skin if he was not so tightly wound, trailed along his bottom lip. In the corner of his mouth was a bit of icing, which had somehow made a place there without him noticing. There was a thick tension in the air as you wiped it with your thumb, tongue darting out to wet your own lips.

His mind must be playing tricks on him, as the cake in his hand was suddenly not the sweetest sight in the room. Instead, he felt conflicted thoughts about whether or not he wanted to let you continue your work, or have you stop what you were doing and just kiss him stupid.

Before he could decide on which he preferred more, you leaned in to place a kiss right at that spot, so soft and tender that he barely could register it happened at all. Pulling away, you looked at him through your lashes, a rosy glow on your cheeks.

“What I wanted to say, was—“

Suddenly he was no longer interested in the plate in his hand or the words you were going to speak. Setting down his plate with haste, he pulled you in and slotted his lips against yours. With a vigor he didn’t know he still possessed, he kissed you with need.

This was a better result than you had imagined, reaching for his cheeks to hold him even closer to you. Pulling away only to hurriedly meet his lips again, you both fought off that need for air as much as you could. The taste of buttercream icing and the richness of chocolate was so addicting as you felt him nibble at your bottom lip, allowing him to kiss you even deeper in that moment.

Finally pulling away, you both tried to calm your panting with the realization of what just happened. Before you lost your bravery again, you sputtered out, “I’ve fallen for you.”

Chilchuck couldn’t help but let out an airily laugh for a moment, your words a mirror of his own feelings. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he replied, “I’d hope so after a kiss like that.”

Now you were giggling, your nerves subsiding for a moment at his teasing expression. “Yeah, yeah. Happy birthday, smartass.”

“For the record,” Chilchuck muttered before taking his plate back, an idea forming in his mind. “I… Feel the same. But maybe we should do that again. Just, you know—“

Your hands made home on his cheeks again before pulling him back in for another heated kiss, the cake being forgotten just for another moment.

It was so addicting, the way you let him have his cake and eat it, too.

— banners by @/cafekitsune!! <33

[goat-bones]

Have a compilation dump of my art for Dungeon Meshi. Art quality varying on if had reference and more than an hour to doodle stuff down. Feat my Oc Lucien, my friends ( @pondofghostfrogs ) Oc Keeva and Chilchuck

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Musing on Ages, & Dragon Prep

"Desire" mention - how much does Tensu know of the details of the origin of dungeons? (More than I do, probably...but I know this is thematically important.)

"Us"? Aren't gnomes another long-lived species? Ok this is going to be continuously relevant to the geopolitics so I need to break it down. From the wiki:

Elves: lifespan: 400; adult at 80

Gnomes: lifespan: 240; adult at 40

Dwarves: lifespan: 200; adult at 40

Tallmen: lifespan: 60; adult at 16

Orcs: lifespan: 55; adult at 14

Kobolds: lifespan: 55; adult at 13

Halffoots: lifespan: 50; adult at 14

I see - so really we're dealing with 3 factions: Elves, Gnomes & Dwarves, and Everyone Else. I find it interesting that the longer-lived races reach maturity at 17-20% of their average lifespan, while the younger-lived races all do so at around 25% of their average lifespan. I feel a little like this is a cop-out on the writer's part in trying to keep the ages of maturity a little closer to one another - though of course it's a cultural thing by each race (and, I'm sure, each culture within each race - idk how monolithic the whole comic will treat them, but it would track with the thematic worldbuilding for their to be multiple distinct social groups within each race, even if they do tent to band together against the other races!)

Based on the categories of "long-lived" and "short-lived", the latter seem to view all of the former as much the same - but I'm SURE the Elves have a different view of it, and I'm sure the Dwarves and, as we see here, Gnomes, are very aware of and irritated by the Elves' view.

...and as we see here, and earlier with Chilchuck admitting to being 29 (solidly middle-aged!) and Marcille going, "Aw, so you are a kid!", people rarely make any effort to understand each others relative ages, instead just coasting on their own life-based assumptions.

With reference to above, we can see that Namari at 61 is pretty exactly equivalent to Kaka and Kiki at 20.

Also: this little scene wasn't in the show at all and I love it! Namari in mentor mode!

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ALRIGHT RED DRAGON TIME!! Hey look, literally the 2nd panel in this ghost city is 2/3 winged lions by volume. Hmmm...

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I love how it's explicitly Shuro's job to get the final killshot, presumably because he has Feats for this (ie, cool-looking moments) as a "real" anime character (Easterner). This literally bears up with what we see of him in the future.

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Chilchuck: I will NOT fight!

Chilchuck: I'll totally be dragon bait with you, though.

Chilchuck: Not that I care if you succeed or survive or anything! I'm only here because you paid up front.

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Laios using the Inspiring Leader speech feat! They're all having a Heroes' Feast before fighting the dragon, a classic pre-dragon act for bonus HP and immunity to being Frightened! I know this isn't actually D&D but that post that I think came through my queue earlier today is right: it DOES have the same bones. It's like reading the Locked Tomb and being aware that this author was deep in Homestuck, or Scholomance vis a vis Harry Potter canon and fandom. I know where this writer has been, because I have been there too.

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THE BOY IS HERE! THE MAN THE MYTH THE OVERWORKED* LEGEND!

THIS SISTER-EATING MOTHERFUCKER!!

*Crack AU where the whole dragon fight is averted because it talks and somehow the conversation leads to Chilchuck going, "And the Mage isn't even letting you sleep? Tsk. You've got to start a union." And then Laios gets all starry-eyed, "A Monster Union?!" And then the Mage is eventually defeated by all the monsters of the dungeon, and also the poor sane ghosts as well, unionizing against him, and "king" becomes just the title for the Union Rep, whose main job is to honk an airhorn at presumptuous Elves and tell them to fuck off like a Canadian goose.

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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[trantsed]

in ep 14 mickbell says chilchuck "thinks he speaks for all the half-foots"....did anyone else think of the lorax?

feat. mickbell as a truffula tree

bonus:

"how bad can i possibly be?" -the greedchuck

[daily-izutsumi]

[junimoss]

ok i have more you know how the only 5 chilaios fics on ao3 rn are all from chilchuck's pov well what about how laios feels about chilchuck huh. i think that laios does admire and respect chil personally like he compliments him so genuinely when he pulls off impressive feats (like defeating a mimic by himself or figuring out that those fucked up dungeon frogs' skin could protect them) i think in my sick fucked up little head that laios finds those aspects of chilchuck (outsmarting a monster/learning how to use parts of it for their own advantage) soooo alluring i would read a fic all about how laios realizes he wants to make out sloppy style with chil after those moments i think every time after that they have an encounter with a different monster he is looking intently at chilchuck almost like hes waiting for him to do something impressive yet again like oh nooooo theres a mimic in that other room what do you think we should do chilchuck meanwhile chil is like ??? why are you asking me?? you can literally kill them yourself just fine? and hes like yeah but. i wanna see *you* do it. I THINK CHILCHUCK'S SIZE ALSO PLAYS A ROLE IN THIS like him overtaking a monster twice his size is so sexy to laios you know that adventure time episode where finn tricks flame princess into fighting ice king for his own pleasure its like that. he wants to see chilchuck commit violence so bad. *pants out of breath like i just said all of this in one sitting without breathing once*

dont fucking tempt me i. have already been thinking about writing snth from Laios' POV ( i jus t have. no confidence in my writing abilities) but i think youre right. chilchucks competency is 100% part of his sexiness and laios knows this. bro is about to pounce.

[generalb]

With every new feat Chilchuck does every episode I am constantly reminded of that one tumblr post talking about he’s totally a Rogue and hiding his skills on purpose. Like dude. You perfectly threw a knife into a dragons eye. You bullseye’d today’s ice golem with a bow and arrow on the first try. You constantly run around to avoid getting hit and wear light armor. You can fool the rest for now but the evidence is stacking up

[fenfyre]

Forbidden Fruit - Part XV

Part I

The insane thing about this night was not only that Laios spoke nothing but the truth - he did end up taking care of Chilchuck in more ways than either of them had planned for or were even aware of - it was that Chilchuck not only allowed it but felt it. He did feel taken care of by Laios in ways he never would have been able to anticipate.

Yes, there was that faraway hissing at the very back of his mind and the distant prickling sensation along neck. But at that moment Chilchuck had no idea why he ever paid attention to them if they had kept him away from this: Laios braced above him, sweaty and glowing, rocking into him with lazy, unhurried motions. His heat radiating, comforting, all encompassing, around and inside Chilchuck.

"Want to make you come again, Chil. Felt so good the first time. Will you? Will you come for me again?" It was a low rumble, a dangerous blend of greed and devotion, as Laios slowly picked up his pace. "Just want to make you feel good. Gonna make you feel so good again..."

Had Chilchuck been able to process the full extent of what was happening the intense ferocity with which Laios began to chase his goal might have either scared him or left him dizzyingly aroused. Probably both. As it were he still had his eyes closed and his mouth stuffed, having blissfully given himself to Laios' care. Because it felt right. And because he was so very tired of pretending it did not.

Laios fucked him good, speeding up to fill him over and over again. By now his body had gotten used to the invasion and took that impressive length with something akin to ease, leaving Chilchuck moaning with nothing but pleasure each time he was stuffed. His head was spinning, his surroundings dissolving until everything left was Laios above and around and inside him. It felt right, perfectly endless.

Until Laios shifted again, pulling his thick thumb out from between Chilchuck's lips to grab the backs of his knees with both hands and push them up.

Chilchuck yelped an embarrassing noise, his eyes flying open as he was folded in half, knees hitting his shoulders as Laios pressed him down with considerable strength and weight, trapping him entirely. At the same time he used the give of the mattress to bounce Chilchuck back up onto his cock with each deep thrust, giving their movements momentum as he picked up even more speed.

"Laios!", Chilchuck cried out, warning or protesting or begging, he had no idea. He only knew that with the change in angle and position and the way Laios was staring down at him as if he were waiting for Chilchuck to accomplish some amazing feat, the thundering wave of his second orgasm was fast approaching.

He wanted to say something, tell Laios to keep going, maybe, but he was choking on his own cries. Being bounced up into Laios' greedy thrusts, wrenching a hand between their bodies to give himself two or three tight strokes, Chilchuck came a second time, shouting curses in a language his lover would not understand.

Laios fucked him through it, steady and dependable as he made sure Chilchuck enjoyed his peak to the very last second. It was only when Chilchuck stopped shivering and twitching that he began to slow, easing Chilchuck's legs down. When he moved to pull out though, satisfied as he seemed, Chilchuck slapped his clean hand up against a thick bicep. His head was still swimming with perfect bliss but this was just wrong.

"No!", he huffed out, breathless but determined. This was not the end, not yet. "Go on, finish inside. I can take it."

Golden eyes stared down at him, hesitant but barely.

"Are you ... sure? I won't hurt you?"

"I'm sure. Now do it before I change my mind."

Never let it be said Chilchuck Tims was a selfish bastard in bed. Anywhere else, gladly. Not with this, though. Especially not tonight after Laios had done so well for him.

Above him Laios grinned, wide and wild, then moved them around again. He sat back on his knees, pulling Chilchuck with him to lie in his lap and sprawled back along his thighs. His back was bowed like this, body on full display with his legs wrapped around Laios' waist.

"Is this alright?", Laios asked, body tense as he still held back, waiting patiently for approval. Chilchuck gave it with pleasure.

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Part XVI

[unkat]

Somewhere Down the Line (We won't be Alone)

@psiroller let me play around in their chilaios early 2000's gamer au--please check out their other drabbles which are so delicious.

Thank you Psiroller for all your help and support! <3

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Chilchuck and Laios teleport back to spawn and make their way towards the guildhall to meet up with Senshi somewhere “more atmospheric for cooking than at spawn.” Even caring a little less about the roleplaying aspect, Chilchuck can appreciate the appeal. There is a bar and kitchen built into the guildhall, every piece of decor purchased with crystals saved from monthly subscriptions and major events. The central room also houses trophies from some of their most grueling raids, Chilchuck forever proud of the jagged black wings with an animation like embers of a fire from beating Asmodeus during the Apocalyptic event, their guild being only one of few to boast such a feat.

Senshi’s avatar is doing a dancing emote in place when they arrive, Izutsumi’s catgirl sitting in her idle AFK animation curled up on a chair. “He’s still active at least,” Laios remarks into the voicecall, the sound of his keyboard clacks echoing into Chilchuck’s headset before the message sends into the chat. 

>>LaiosTouden: Hey, @SenshiOfIzganda and @IZUTSUMI, we’ve returned from the hunt with ingredients.

Senshi continues his dance as Izutsumi’s character exits from sleep and idles instead. 

>>IZUTSUMI: Took you long enough

>>IZUTSUMI: Senshi’s looking at some yeast cultures

>>LaiosTouden: Really? I thought he didn’t have to start prep for another hour.

>>IZUTSUMI: It’s for sourdough. You use the same starter culture for every batch.

“Senshi’s talking to her about baking, huh?” Chilchuck remarks, only the sound of keyboard clacks as text appears on screen.

>>LaiosTouden: Cool, did he say how long it would be?

Message sent, Laios sighs into the mic, “Yeah, I’m surprised she’s interested she doesn’t act like she’s interested in much of anything.”

Chilchuck snorts into his mic, “You thinking of waiting around for him? I can get some wood and make a chest if you need.”

>>IZUTSUMI: Not long

“That’s okay,” Laios replies out loud, his character going into a combat flourish emote, as a counterpoint to Senshi’s dancing, “It doesn’t sound like it’ll be long. I’m volunteering tomorrow afternoon, so I can sleep in.”

Chilchuck directs his character to sit down in one of the nearby chairs. “Volunteering? I didn’t know you volunteered anywhere.”

“I do! Have for a while, actually! Before going back to school.” His chair creaks as he leans back and stretches with a grunt, “I work with a wildlife sanctuary north of the university, I think this is my third year volunteering? But now that I’m in the vet tech program, some of it counts as exposure working with animals, when I’m doing that.”

“Hmm, yeah?” Chilchuck replies, shifting into another tab to play minesweeper. “When you’re doing what?”

“When I first started, I did a lot of busy-work, like mowing the lawn, putting stuff back in the gift shop, printing pamphlets, stuff like that.” Chilchuck can hear that he has opened a drawer somewhere, probably wandering around his room. “But now I help check in new patients and feed the animals. They have wolves there, most of them hybrid wolfdogs surrendered by their owners, and I get to feed and play with them now.

Now he’s curious, and Chilchuck tabs out of his minesweeper game, letting the time tick up, as he opens internet explorer and navigates to Google, looking up “North Carolina Wildlife Sanctuary,” glancing around at the ones he sees and their proximity to where he knows Marcille works through the new maps feature. There’s very few listed, but he’s able to find only a stub labeling “Roanoke Wildlife Sanctuary and Rehabilitation” within twenty miles of a community college. He looks it up in a new window and finds that they have a webpage with a forest green background and text that doesn’t resize automatically, making him stretch the browser window to see it correctly. “You want to work with wolves when you have your degree?” he asks, scrolling down the page’s comic sans introduction to see cute pictures of animals, the gift shop, and staff.

“I would like it, but it wasn’t what I thought I would be doing, not as a career.” Laios remarks, the squeak of the chair announcing his return to the computer desk. “There’s a lot of exotic pets like reptiles and birds, it would still have a full-time clinic and not rely only on donations as much. Most of the actual vets at the sanctuary are doing it on donation or for a really reduced rate when they aren’t at their own clinics, so I’d probably be doing that too.”

Chilchuck clicks on the “Tours” tab of the page. Images of school-aged children listening to an older woman wearing the refuge’s khaki uniform while a younger man stands by holding a snake around his shoulders, resting on his arm. “Reptiles, like snakes?”

“Yeah! The refuge has a few resident snakes, some from the wild who can’t be reintroduced for health reasons, and some that were pets who we can’t introduce into the environment. There’s this one milk snake that’s really chill, kids love her. Oh, Senshi’s back.”

Laios turns back to hammering away on his keyboard as Chilchuck stays tabbed out, continuing to look at the website. “Do you ever work with kids? Or just the animals?”

Laios grunts in acknowledgment, and there are the pinging sounds of items and messages being exchanged from the other tab. “I don’t talk with people very much, but I carry the animals for visitors to take pictures with them or pet them.”

There’s a picture of that same man crouching on the ground next to a squeamish child, who is petting the scales of the snake and forcibly smiling up at the camera. There’s no way, Chilchuck decides, looking at the proud smile of the man in the photo, young and fit and handsome, someone who would never spend all his evenings playing a niche MMO optimizing his character every night.

He keeps scrolling. 

There’s the special notification of a ping, and he pops back into the Dungeon Delver’s window. Senshi sent a message, >>Thank you @LaiosTouden and @cctims for all your help getting these ingredients! I will cook these into a delicious meal, and you’re all invited to enjoy it when it is completed! Perhaps on our adventures tomorrow?

He quickly starts to reply, knocking his character out of it’s AFK animation. >>Sounds good, Let us know if there’s any other supplies you need, chef.

Senshi makes a smiling and laughing animation in response, then a thumbs up. Chilchuck types in the /wave command, giving a quick texted goodbye before logging off from the program, but not the voice call. “You like kids?”

Laios laughs, forced and awkward, “They don’t always like me. I think it depends on if they like the animals or not.”

“That’s pretty normal, for kids.” Chilchuck relaxes into his chair, “Sometimes it isn’t anything you’re doing, they got spooked by something they saw on tv, or because they’re tired and hungry.”

There is the loud typing noise from Laios’ mic as it takes him a minute to reply, “Yeah? Do you like kids?”

“Yeah, of course.” Chilchuck replies, glancing back at the minesweeper.

“You seem to know a lot about them,” Laios trails off at the end, typing furiously. Chilchuck furrows his brows, “Who are you talking to, Senshi still?”

“No, Marcille logged on. She’s asking me about some rp stuff. Trying to plan a time where we’ll both be online at the same time as Falin.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the plan?”

“Just tomorrow afternoon before the raid. It’s mostly for Falin and Marcille anyways, so I could hang out in voice call if you aren’t busy?”

“Sounds good.” Chilchuck murmurs and clicks on a square, grimacing as the yellow smiling face on the top of the screen turns to a frown and its eyes turn to X’s, a mine beneath his pointer. “You know, you can have your own rps, right? It doesn’t have to always be following your sister and her girlfriend.”

“I know,” Laios types a little more, “But I don’t mind, as long as everyone’s having fun.”

Chilchuck smiles, “That is the most important part.”

“What about you? You don’t do a lot of roleplay. Want to do something together sometime?”

“Us? What would we even do?” Chilchuck breathes a little laugh through his nose.

“Well, we do a lot of these hunts together, we can talk about that? Explore Laios and Chilchuck’s backstories a little?” His voice grows more stilted and awkward the more he talks, Chilchuck waiting for him to finish.

Chilchuck clicks to restart the level, reverting the emoticon back to its original cheerful state, “Sure, why not. We can always give it a try. They’re friends, in roleplay.”

“Yeah, it only makes sense they would hang out together too.” The chair creaks from Laios’ mic. “So, what about you? Do you like kids?”

“Yeah, I do.” He doesn’t know why he keeps talking. “I have a few of my own.”

“Oh.” Laios replies in a way that lilts upwards in the middle, like he’s surprised, judging, or. Who knows. Chilchuck jumps on it, “What, is that a surprise to you?”

“A surprise? Maybe? No? I mean, I didn’t know anything, but a lot of people have kids…”

“I don’t think any of us are like a lot of people.” Chilchuck flushes and turns back to the webpage. “I never said anything about it before.”

“But you were friends with Marcille before, and she and Senshi knew you for years.” Laios nonchalantly lays out, “And I know Marcille isn’t a college student. How many kids do you have?”

Chilchuck scrolls down the webpage to a picture of an older woman standing with the wolves. “Three, all girls.”

“All girls?” Laios sounds disbelieving.

Chilchuck grimaces, “Did I stutter? Don’t get any ideas, they’re all too young for you.”

“Oh, no I wasn’t thinking that,” Laios begins to talk more quickly, “It’s just nice to hear you talk about yourself.”

“Talk about myself? Those are my kids, not me.” Chilchuck replies, jumping to the review page. 

Laios is silent as he clicks around his PC. “Are you married?”

Chilchuck sucks in a breath through his teeth, “Separated, but it’s a mutual thing.” It isn’t quite the truth, but he’s not ready to go there. There is still a raw edge from no longer walking in the door of his house to the sound of the rest of his family getting ready for bed, a plate covered in plastic wrap waiting for him to eat in front of the TV. And the bite of unfinished paperwork, arguing through the phone with a lawyer instead of his wife, leaves him in a bad mood even now. “What about you? I’ve never heard you say anything about kids or girlfriends.”

“I don’t have either of those,” Laios replies, “I’m not really looking for a girlfriend, or having any kids.”

“Yeah, you’re in school, that’s too young to have any kids if you ask me. Good for you to focus on your education.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to have a girlfriend, honestly.” Laios chuckles awkwardly. “Do you think the Demon’s Blade would work well with the Hellfire plate? Or would the speed boost from having the whole set and weapon be better than the increased crit chance?”

“You should be critfishing, with your build.” Chilchuck grumbles, “Attack speed is good, but consistently hitting that higher damage will be better for your comp. Toss it in Marcille’s spreadsheet and look at the damage per minute and not just the average per attack, to make sure.”

“Thanks, I’ll check it out.” 

“Now, what makes you think you’re never going to get a girlfriend?” Chilchuck teases, “There’s someone out there for everyone, I’m sure at least a few female characters have nice girls behind them, or veterinarians or something.”

Laios laughs even more awkwardly, almost scarily. “Yeah, I’m sure. It just isn’t for me.”

“What, girls?”

A moment passes in silence, and then another. Chilchuck scratches the side of his nose, thinking fast, “You know, my daughter had a girlfriend for a while, it’s not a big deal if you like guys too. Probably increases your chances of finding someone online, that’s for sure.”

Laios’ voice drops some of the fake cheerfulness that had been creeping through the last half of the conversation, and he sighs deeply before responding more authentically. “That would be nice.”

“So, no boyfriend either?”

“Nope, I have been focused on school and the sanctuary more, when I’m not gaming.”

“About that,” Chilchuck probes, clicking back to the outreach page, “Are you okay with telling me where it is?”

“What, where I work? Sure! They actually have a youtube channel, it’s a video platform. I can send you the link.”

That’s more than Chilchuck could have dreamed of. “Sure, let’s see it.”

The whoosh of a new chat message rattles through his headphones and he clicks on the link, finding it leading to a channel with the same Roanoke name as the webpage he had found earlier. There’s only three videos uploaded, a seven minute introduction video, and two with different animals in the thumbnail. He clicks on the introduction, halfheartedly watching the video recorded from a digital camera with a voiceover so much louder than the rest of the audio that it was distracting. “This is pretty official, having videos and a website.”

“I think it’s good, for educational purposes.” Laios’ chair creaks again, “I keep getting questions about pet snakes, so I thought it would be a good idea to have just some basics of snake care, and I know my boss is working on a wolf video soon.”

Immediately Chilchuck exits the introduction, mid-pan over the gift shop, and clicks on one of the other animal videos. A teal introduction frame with words in white font reading “Eastern Milk Snake” stays on screen for just a moment too long before fading into a video of the guy who was only a still image before. He opens his mouth and Chilchuck feels his stomach drop out, “Hi, uh, my name is Larry and I am a volunteer with the Roanoke Wildlife Sanctuary and Rehabilitation, and this is one of our residents, Mimi the milk snake!”

He continues to watch as Laios talks about snake care, the awkwardness fading as he gets more focused on describing Mimi’s diet and care. He’s hot. And he’s gay. Chilchuck had never felt uncomfortable with the idea of not being straight, he grew up watching pride parades and getting into fistfights when homophobes got too bold with his friends in high school, but he was dating his girlfriend, who then became his wife, and never questioned anything about himself seriously.

What is he thinking? Chilchuck settles back to watch, listening to Laios talk in one ear about Marcille’s spreadsheet and snake enclosures in the other. Laios is in school, barely older than his own kids. Besides, just because they spend time together and he fits the demographics of what Laios (or Larry?) says he likes doesn’t mean Laios is attracted to him. He’s not going to make that mistake of assuming every gay guy wants to fuck him.

“--But, it’s possible that paired with the Star’s Knight shield, I would have the increased defense without sacrificing speed.”

Chilchuck blinks, tuning back in, “Mhm, you aren’t a tank but you get hit sometimes.”

“That’s what I was thinking too. I think I can tailor the build depending on how much defense I need to survive being targeted between heal refreshes.”

“It’s a good plan, maybe you could get Marcille or your sister to make a spreadsheet for boss damage and healers.”

“Maybe, once they’re done with finals, we’ve definitely almost wiped from people forgetting that they couldn’t take one more hit.” Laios pauses. “Did you watch anything?”

“Not yet,” Chilchuck lies, “I’ll take a look after the call, it’s hard to listen to you and a video at the same time.”

”Okay! Let me know which ones you watch! It counts as community engagement.”

“Of course,” Chilchuck smiles against his better judgment. “You have any homework left? I remember you complaining about that essay-“

“-the one about legal issues with pet ownership, yeah.” He sighs. “I looked up some stuff. I get why they want us to do it, but it’s hard to read. I have tomorrow to work on it.”

Chilchuck is already scrolling through a page on the exotic pet market. “Come on, there’s nothing at least a little interesting about it.”

“It’s not that it isn’t interesting, honestly,” Laios comments ruefully, “It’s less fun thinking about how everything can go badly instead of making things better. But, I need to get six “writing course” credits and three for philosophy and ethics. Maybe I should have done creative writing and then taken a separate class for the philosophy and ethics stuff.”

“Maybe, but once you’ve finished this class, you don’t have to worry about it again, that seems nice.”

“Yeah,” Laios laughs, and it is sweet and addicting, making Chilchuck not want to do what he’s about to do next. 

“You should take a look into it. I have to go pick up some groceries.” Yeah, some beer and cigarettes from the gas station, and a highly processed snack for tomorrow at work. “Maybe you can tell me about it, later?”

“Are you trying to talk me into doing my essay?” Laios asks, almost incredulous.

Chilchuck leans back in his chair, “Depends on if it’s working.” There is a flirtatious pause that Chilchuck quickly fills with gruff excuses, “I do want to hear what you find, it sounds neat. And, it’s not as late for me as it is for you, so…”

They never hang out without discussing Dungeon Delver quests and goals first, so the offer is definitely not normal. Honestly, Chilchuck doesn’t even care that much about pet ownership, but he does care about Laios. The other man seems to be aware of the abnormality of this conversation, the promise of Chilchuck’s company, a potent carrot on a stick, more than Chilchuck realizes.

“It’s working. Yeah. Uhm, do you want me to message you in a few hours?” Laios asks, cautiously.

“Sure, that works with me.”

“Okay.”

“Yep.”

Neither of them hang up, even when the signs are all pointing to the end of the conversation.

“Okay, talk to you soon, Chil,” Laios replies, breathing into his mic again, “Good luck with the shopping.”

“Hahaha, it’ll all be fine, Laios.” Chilchuck replies, mouse hovering over the disconnect button on his screen, “See you.”

He clicks.

—--Mature content (BDSM, long distance relationship, daddy kink)

They’ve only put a label on what they share a couple of months ago, but it hadn’t been a secret how much time and attention they gave each other since meeting last year. 

What may have been more secret was how much deeper their relationship had gone beyond chaste in-game roleplay. How long they had danced right up to the edge of admitting their feelings, and then jerked off in private. How they frequently left the group teamspeak channels just to hop onto a private skype call. How willing they both were to make new characters that quickly devolved into avatars for their emotional and physical desires, before finally questioning the nature of their relationship.

When the episode ends, Laios is too busy touching himself to start another one. Chilchuck grins, the sounds piped into his ears have the shaky hisses from each too fast exhale whistling past the mic, while soft whines and hitches in his breath sound more muffled. Chilchuck traces his fingertips around the underside of his own cock, wanting this to last. "Are you hiding, pup?" He teases, letting his voice stay low, as the breathiness in his relaxed tone makes Laios whine nasally. "C'mon, I want to hear you, baby. Do you feel good?"

"Mhm," Laios doesn’t even open his mouth to reply, the response high-pitched and strained.

Chilchuck looks at the clock. They’ve spent ten minutes on this edge alone, the sweet torment starting at the beginning of the night, when Laios was still expecting just to rewatch his favorite show with Chilchuck. He takes on a firmer tone, "Louder, kid, full sentences."

Laios whines out loud, gasping for air; Chilchuck wraps his fingers around his cock in response, waiting.

"Y-yeah, daddy, I feel good." His voice is haggard and wet. "Please, Chil."

Chilchuck feels a pang of arousal shoot down to his groin. "Please what Laios?"

His partner on the other end of the line makes a frustrated growl as he struggles for words, "Please, touch me sir," and the next time he whines, it is open-mouthed, not competing as much with the breaths into the mic to be heard. "I need it."

As Laios struggles, Chilchuck begins to stroke himself at earnest again, "I know you do baby. Hands off."

There is a growl that falls into a hiss that grates through his headphones in the best way, and Chilchuck can't hold back a low laugh, the growl turning back to a pleading whine in response. Chilchuck's head feels fuzzy and heart aching. "You know what i'd do if I were there, puppy?"

Laios makes a bewildered whine, moments of silence passing before he replies, "...not touch me?"

There’s a bead of precum that Chilchuck swipes at with his thumb, adding to the slick slide of his hand against his cock. "Nah, I'd touch you, but you'd have to help me." He pauses to moan, putting on an easy show, "I'd make you spit on your own dick, so I wouldn't have to stop and get more lube."

Laios inhales sharply. Chilchuck presses, "Can you do that for me, baby boy?"

The mic is pushed away, Chilchuck holds his breath, receiving a shaking "Yessir," when Laios brings the mouthpiece back towards his lips. Chilchuck inhales and strokes faster, "You can touch yourself again, rub your palm against the head once it’s nice and slick, pretend it's me."

There is the squeak of the computer chair as Laios audibly jerks in his chair at the touch. Chilchuck shuts his eyes, imagining him fighting not to thrust into his own palm, teasing himself even more than usual, because that's what his daddy would want, nearly out of his mind with it. He wants to touch and look and tease so badly it hurts. "Good, good boy, so good for me."

Laios is whimpering into his ear, the sound so sexy that Chilchuck has to slow down before he blows his load early, "Good for you, please daddy, I'm so close-" he cuts himself off with a shuddering breath.

Chilchuck stretches in his seat as he speeds back up. "You gonna come for me?"

"Can I?" He's pleading.

But Chilchuck is still having fun, the clock not quite hitting ten. "I don't know, can you?"

"...May I come? Daddy."

"Hold it, give me one more minute. Stroke yourself."

The whines and words blend together in a continuous groan as Laios obeys. Chilchuck peeks at the arms on the clock as the second hand ticks down. "Thirty seconds left, pup. Are you close?"

"YES!" Laios cries out, exasperation seeping through the tears pricking his eyes.

"Good." Chilchuck glances at the clock again. "Ten. Nine...." He speeds up his own strokes, aiming to meet Laios at the end, "...Five. Four. Three."

He pauses, just to hear the growl forcing itself between clenched teeth from Laios’ side of the call, "Alright, pup, Two. One. Come for me."

He fucks his own fist to completion listening to Laios' ecstasy.

After they've already disconnected for the night, Chilchuck hears the ping of a new message, only a heart with a .jpg file attached. He jumps on the keyboard, You had better be studying or sleeping in this, it's past one am kid, getting no response. His ears burn as he renames and saves the fuzzy picture of a flushed torso, one hand smearing cum into its abs above a dick softening against its thigh, to a file within a file, Laios forgiven and forgotten (as always).

[blueringbeetle]

If the dunmeshi cast were DND builds what would they be? Currently my boyfriend and I have the following vague concepts.

I think Laios is a fighter with a feat for monsters, but more so I think a paladin whose oath is monsters, because LOOK at that guy.

Boyfriend thinks something like ranger monster slayer?

We think Marcille is wizard, Falin is some kinda sorcerer? Bf thinks Falin’s subclass is divine soul.

Chilchuck is obv a classic rogue, unless there’s some cooler idea I haven’t thought of. I think he’s got a custom subclass called ‘union man.’ Bf thinks scout. Izitsumi is another rogue (bf hasn’t seen her yet).

Senshi is a barbarian? I think it fits given the temper tantrums he throws sometimes.

Namari is a fighter. Boyfriend hasn’t met Shuro yet (catching him up as we speak) but I think he’s a fighter too.

There’s also the matter of subclass. I’m ballparking classes and thinking of homebrew subclasses based on the in-world lore, they would be fun to design and balance.

What do y’all think?