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Chapter 21 of The Other-world Universe; is promising to save an entire city of people from an apocalypse the smartest thing to do? No. Is it the right thing? Hopefully.

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[Calm Before the Storm]

I woke up the next day with the immense relief that I had not rolled over in my sleep. Yet when I yawned, I didn’t feel Erica's form shift on top of me. My head shot upright in a mini panic attack as I searched for her, trying to make as little movement as possible. I was a few seconds away from fully sitting up before I finally found her.

Erica had — either intentionally or subconsciously in sleep — managed to slip her way into my bra, and was sleeping soundly in the center of my chest. Bewilderment and relief flooded through me so suddenly, I nearly laughed aloud at the sight. Heat already began seeping across my cheeks as I watched her snuggle against me. I was slightly suspicious that this might have been her plan all along, but it was entirely possible that it was a mistake. After all, she had no blanket, and her spot tucked between fabric and my skin had to be rather cozy. I have to admit, I don't blame her for sleeping there.

For a while I lay in the field trying to get control over my furious blush, but soon I felt Erica stirring on my chest. I quickly shut my eyes, pretending to have been asleep. Obviously, I couldn't see her reaction, but I could feel her flinch slightly once she awoke. There was a split second of confused crawling around before she gasped; the audible shock behind its sound convinced me that she had in fact not planned for this.

"Holy shit!" I heard her whisper faintly, "How the hell did I get here?" I bit my lip, desperately trying to keep myself from smiling at her reaction. Thankfully, I hid my bemusement quickly. Erica slowly crawled out from the top of my bra, trying her best not to wake me. As quickly as she dared, she clambered down my side to the ground below. The echoes of her faint touch still danced across my skin long after she'd stepped away.

When I was certain she had moved further from me, I pretended to wake up. Erica was sitting on my cast-off clothing when I opened my eyes, no doubt pretending that was where she'd slept. "Good morning," I addressed her with another yawn, "Did you sleep well on my shirt?" Even with the slight distance between us, I could see the massive amount of guilt written over every one of her features. To hide this, Erica busied herself by looking for the top half of her own clothes, which had been tossed off into the darkness the night before. "Uhh, yeah! I enjoyed spending the night with you." Even her voice sounded slightly off-pitch with embarrassment.

"Something wrong?" I asked her. "No! Nothing's wrong; I just.. I can't find my stuff." "Mhm, sure." My mocking tone gave everything away. She turned to look up at me, eyes wide. "You woke up before me, didn't you?" she accused, a bit shaken. "I may have," I replied, sliding closer to her. "I.. That was an accident, I swear. I wouldn't have done that unless you were awake. You know, in case you disagreed." "Well.. I don’t think I am disagreeing with it."

For once, Erica became a blushing mess instead of myself. She collected her things from the ground with flushed cheeks and an embarrassed smile, pressing them to her chest. We had breakfast together, and Erica promised to come sleep with me at least once every week. "To keep you company out here," she clarified, "Not because of, you know, anything that happened last night." “Really?” I mocked a shocked expression, “That’s not the reason?” Erica rolled her eyes, “Alright, that’s part of the reason. It’s like.. a billion times more exhilarating making out with someone who’s building-sized.”

With a bemused chuckle, I finished my meal. "Let's go see what everyone else is up to today, shall we?" I asked after we'd readied ourselves for the day. "I'm supposed to be guarding the town, but lately I feel like I've just been slacking off." "Alright," Erica agreed, "I'll go bother Ivan, then." I smiled, shaking my head slightly. Ivan is, to say the least, almost the opposite of Erica personality-wise. I can easily imagine the havoc she undoubtedly thrusts upon him in the Cavern Town. Usually, I was around to deal with her charisma myself, but I guess he'd been having to deal with it for the past few days that I’d been away.

I held out my hand for Erica to climb on. It was an unspoken rule that she would ride on my shoulder whenever we traveled together. She stretched tiredly across its length before sitting up sideways, her back tucked against my neck. With her settled in, I started off towards the town. I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at her every so often. Erica always seemed the most comfortable perched on my shoulder. Half of me thinks it’s adorable, but my more reasonable half always reminds me of the times she nearly fell off. Despite this, the former part of me always wins in the end, and I let her stay.

Reaching the valley of the Cavern Town, I checked in with the guards before anything else. However, they were nowhere to be found. Erica and I exchanged puzzled glances as I bent closer to one of the wooden structures. Multiple large guns greeted me in response.

I flinched harshly, feeling Erica’s grip tighten on me as she was thrown backwards. After a few tenuous seconds, someone recognized me. “Get down!” a guard whisper-yelled at me, “There were giants spotted on the horizon to the west!” My nerves spiked instantly and I dropped onto the valley floor. If the scientists come back now, I might not be able to fight them off! Sure, I have my new weapon, but I barely had time to practice with it yesterday. I haven’t even put up a barrier around the town, either. What if they attack it again?!

Worst-case-scenarios drifted through my head while I pressed myself to one of the mountains behind me. They're here for the other-world people, not me. I tried unsuccessfully to calm myself down, but I knew that wasn’t true. In fact, they might've come back specifically because of me. After all, I'd killed a few of them in my rage the last time we'd clashed.

What if the scientists came to kill me? I don't think I can fight any more than five of them at a time. And I only managed to do that because I'd caught them off-guard. What if they lock me away like everyone else — an oddity from a world that isn’t there?

Suddenly, I was startled from my thoughts by a whisper to my side. "You're alright; it's ok," Erica comforted me, carefully laying a hand on my neck. "The hazmat giants aren't here. Just- Just calm down.. you're shaking." I am? I am. I hadn't even realized that my shot nerves were vibrating my body with fear-induced adrenaline. Try as I might, I couldn't get myself to stop. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and I was almost pulled into another downward spiral of worries. Thankfully, Erica snapped me back out of it. She tapped my shoulder lightly and I turned to see her. With one small gesture, she slid into my awaiting palms.

I tried in vain to stop myself from shaking as I slowly brought her in front of me. Despite that, Erica still wobbled in my cupped hands as she stood, reaching out to gently grip my face for balance. Once she steadied herself, she stood directly in front of my vision. "Focus on me, alright?" My head was brought closer to herself. "You'll be ok. Just focus on me." I listened raptly, trying to match my erratic breathing to her calmer breaths. Her chest grazed my fingertips with every inhale as she leaned over them. Erica’s concerned expression filled my view while she tried to take my focus off the possibly vengeful scientists.

Is this how Erica sees me? I wondered, watching her concerned expression inch ever-closer to my eyes. Do I take up her vision like this when I get close? It was strangely comforting now, but I could certainly see how overwhelming I would’ve been to her before we got to know one another.

I kept my gaze on her, though she only really fit into my view one eye at a time. Before long, a guard from the structure opposite us gave the all-clear. I stood up with Erica grasped lightly in my clutches, gazing out at the horizon beyond the mountains around me. “Where’d they go?” I wondered aloud. “Must’ve been on the hunt for a different town,” Erica noted, “They know better than to mess with this one, thanks to you.” I smiled down at her thankfully. She met my gaze with such tenderness I nearly went in for a kiss before remembering where we were and deciding otherwise.

Together we made it the rest of the way to the cavern, where a small crowd had gathered outside. I recognized Ivan immediately; he stood at the front, nervously shifting from foot to foot. He flagged me down, but two vaguely familiar people stepped in the way before I could get to him.

Erica quietly explained from her spot in my hands that they were the co-founders of the Cavern Town: Isabel Ashford and Marcus Stoll. She’d met them briefly when she’d been ‘kidnapped’ from the cliffside. These were the same two people who’d negotiated the protection deal. I knelt in front of them, letting Erica off shortly afterwards. “Defender,” the kinder one, Ms. Ashford, addressed me as I settled cross-legged on the ground. 'Defender' is my nickname amongst some of the people living there; many of the guards called me by it.

“The giants could have attacked us earlier, and you would not have been here to do your job. The one thing we asked of you is that you protect our city as amends for destroying it.” I nodded my head solemnly, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you. I have no excuse.” Silently, I shifted to feel the smooth crystalline structure embedded in my neck. “However,” I continued, remembering why I’d wanted to return to the Cavern Town, “I might have a solution. At least, I hope I do.”

With a slight flourish, I slid my gun out from behind me. A murmur rose from the group of people gathered outside. “I made and tested this yesterday. Working properly, it’ll be able to create a protective barrier over your whole town.” The shorter gruffer one, Mr. Stoll, was ready with multiple questions: How strong is the barrier? What is it made of? How deep does it go? Would people be able to leave once it was put up? Would they be able to breathe inside it? Will I continue to stay in the valley after I've set it up? All good questions; I answered every last concern until the two leaders reconvened and headed back towards the town to debate my idea.

A large number of Cavern Town residents stayed behind once they heard Erica tell me to demonstrate the barrier setting for her, including one of the founders, Mr. Stoll. He broke away from the other founder and slunk along the edges of the crowd, watching me intently. I pretended not to take notice, but I could feel him watching me.

After covering various pieces of land with green, glassy covers, I realized I’d yet to figure out how to take them down. Oh no, please don’t make me recreate this thing again. Ivan managed to slip through the crowd towards me as everyone gathered around to see the small barriers for themselves — walking through them and testing their strength with various objects nearby. I watched them intently. None of them were strong enough to cause much more than a strong ricochet, which worked out perfectly. I didn’t need anything blowing up by mistake.

Erica surveyed everything from atop one of my knees while I sat in the midst of the crowd, trying my best not to get overwhelmed by the amount of small people surrounding me. Once he’d made it to my side, Ivan called up to me, but I strained to hear his voice over the crowd and his distance from me. Erica noticed my confusion. “He asked if the barriers are really going to do anything, because it looks like they can’t! Everyone’s just walking through them!” she yelled to me. Ivan yelled at her and motioned for me to lower my hand to him, learning from Erica’s little gestures.

When my hand touched the ground, everyone around Ivan scattered as if I’d put down an explosive. I tried not to dwell on the fact that everyone there seemed so frightened of me, or the fact that I had to pick people up just to understand them. My height was quite the advantage in an apocalypse where ‘giants’ were invading, but it was such a hindrance for so many other things. I want to help people. If those same people are frightened of me, then are they really going to want my help? A small sinking feeling arose in my chest. These barriers better work…

With Ivan in my palm, I lifted him to my face. “I didn't say any of that!” he told me, waving a hand at Erica. “I asked if it was strong enough to keep giants out while still letting people through.” Erica rolled her eyes behind his back. “Hopefully,” I answered Ivan. “there’s no way for anything besides your people and me to pass through one. The scientists and whoever else tries to get in will be blocked, though I can’t exactly test it with the ‘giants’,” I confessed, “I did test it with a few different objects. Nothing got through.”

“If they can’t get through it, won’t they try to dig beneath the barrier instead?” I shook my head, “Even if they tried digging beneath it, the barrier will grow to cover anything they dig out.” “Won’t it grow over the tunnels we make to get materials and things in and out, too?” “Don’t worry, I thought of that. The barrier will stay open around them so long as you make them before I put it up. If you do it beforehand, the barrier will grow around the tunnels when it forms. If you do it afterwards, like the scientists might try, it’ll sense that there’s a breach and grow to fill any gaps.”

Ivan seemed satisfied at that, and I let him off beside Erica. She gave him a teasing look and he said something to her. It was hard to tell sometimes whether those two were getting along or not, but Erica burst out laughing and Ivan grinned, so I guessed they were both fine. Before long, the crowd dispersed, leaving me, Erica, and Ivan behind along with a few stragglers. I glanced around inconspicuously, trying to spot the founder who’d been watching me, but it seemed Mr. Stoll had disappeared along with most of the crowd.

By lunchtime, I was the only one left outside to patrol the mountains and practice with my new weapon — besides the other-worldians in the watchtowers, of course. They came out in shifts, but there was always someone there occupying every lookout. The others had left for the Cavern Town by then, hoping to find news about the debate and my idea. I toyed with my barriers, trying to seem like I knew what I was doing while the guards were watching. Thankfully, I found that I had to hold my hand on top of a barrier and will it to stop existing if I wanted it to fall away. The idea was somewhere in the back of my mind when I’d first created the crystalline bar.

I’d just returned to the valley after eating lunch in my field when the founders returned. Thankfully, they hadn’t arrived sooner, or they would’ve found me missing once again. “We’ve come to a conclusion,” Ms. Ashford announced. “You may place the barrier over the town, but only after we put hidden passages in place for our people.” “Which means you stay nearby until they’re finished,” Mr. Stoll told me with a hint of distrust, “You will sleep right here in the valley, and return to your place in the field only after the barrier is up and functioning properly. Afterwards, I suppose we could cut back on your working hours so long as you make an appearance daily to scout for other giants.”

The rules were fair enough. I didn’t like the idea of sleeping in the slim space between the mountains, but it wouldn’t be for very long. Erica had immediately complained once she heard about my sleeping in the valley. However, I reminded her about her perfectly fine bed in the Cavern Town. “At least you have an actual bed, and a house,” I said after she grumbled over the fact she couldn’t secretly sleep with me. Erica mumbled a half-hearted apology before leaving for the town, yelling: “Steal a bed from your own world if you want one so badly!” Before I could tell her that was a dumb idea, and the scientists would definitely be able to spot it, she’d vanished into the rocks.

With the plan underway and a full-time job taking up most of my time, the days blurred together quicker than I thought. Erica would come visit me on the mountainside at least once or twice a day to keep me from getting too bored or too worried. Ever since those scientists made their way along the horizon, I was anxious that they’d be back to take the town while it wasn’t protected by the barrier. I trained with my weapon with every opportunity I got, which sometimes included late nights. I didn’t sleep much anyways; the restricting space between the valley, and the potential to damage more of the mountainsides, kept me up.

Several weeks later, a few crude passages had been established. They would be smoothed, tiled, and lit eventually, but they were solid enough in their current state to count as complete. With crossed fingers, I pulled out my gun and shifted it into the fourth and final mode. The whole town — which had really grown into a city — had to evacuate just in case something went wrong and the barrier somehow failed dangerously.

I was shocked at the amount of people that filed out of the gaping cavern in the side of the mountain. I’d never seen the whole population in one place before. Every day a scouting group would come back with various items and occasionally people in tow, but I hadn’t realized just how many other-worldians had settled there. This has to work, I realized suddenly, Otherwise everyone here might not have a safe space to live anymore. The scientists know all of this is here. Why haven’t they come to take it yet?

With everyone finally out of the cavern, the founders gave the signal that it was completely empty. With careful aim, I guided the barrel to the center of the hollow mountain and fired. A firework-esque crackle resonated through the valley, making my hair stand on end. Pieces of rock fell off the mountainside and exploded on the barrier’s face. Small landslides tumbled dangerously close to the crowd, but I quickly swept them away with my free hand, blocking anything from falling too close.

It was a rather raucous creation, but once everything settled down, the barrier looked stunning. Tension released from my taunt muscles as my plan fell into place, and I let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding for days. Soon, everyone from the Cavern Town returned inside — marveling at their brand-new protection. I could hear the faint noises of celebration coming from within; cheers and music drifted through the barrier and the tunnels.

As my reward, I was allowed to collect my things and return to the field. The valley looked a bit more barren than usual without me in it. I don’t know why I was so melancholy leaving it; I hadn’t liked sleeping there at all. Longingly, I watched the festivities from afar. “If only I could actually celebrate my accomplishments with them,” I whispered, “but I bet everyone will get uncomfortable if I get too close.” I rubbed the bar on my neck unconsciously. If only this thing worked how I made it…

Dark clouds rolled in on a strong breeze that smelled of rain. I put up a barrier around my blankets in anticipation for the storm to come, then lay down and curled up in my empty patch of grass alone, left daydreaming about what I would be doing if I were other-world size with Erica and Ivan out celebrating.

The next morning, I woke up extremely early. Too early. A storm had started up while I slept, and I was startled awake by a sudden downpour. The sound of the rain pelting the barrier was horrendous. For the whole city inside the other barrier, the sound was probably dulled by how full the hemisphere was with rock and machinery and patched-together houses. For me in my almost empty barrier, the hollowness amplified the noise until it was impossible to sleep or even think.

I angrily took down the barrier and almost went to grab an umbrella from my own world before lightning suddenly streaked across the sky. Shit, that’s close! I hit the dirt, realizing that I was definitely the tallest thing in the field. An umbrella would only make things worse. If I got struck, I would probably just end up back in the basement rather than dying — just like what had happened on my very first day. However, the electrical surge from an actual bolt of lightning, no matter how small, might be enough to knock me out. At the very least, it would be tremendously painful.

Again I found myself hating my stupid living arrangements. I was wet, my blankets and pillow were soaked, and I could barely keep my eyes open due to my early wake-up call. The storm stopped a few hours later, but by then I’d stayed up for so long and was so soaking wet that I was already wide awake and shaking slightly with the cold. I internally rejoiced when the sun came out, warming me up and drying me off a bit.

The whole field was practically underwater — flooded by the rain — so I took my meal to go. I must’ve looked like an absolute mess. The moment Erica saw me, she gave me a look that was equally pitying and slightly amused. “You might want to borrow a brush from your world,” she chuckled, “You look like you were hit by a train.” “Or a thunderstorm,” I grumbled, “I’ll be back.” In a moment, I was in my own world.

Thankfully, everyone was preoccupied with other things at the time, so I was able to get a hairbrush and a fresh change of clothes without anyone noticing me. I stayed a bit longer once I heard my family making plans in the living room. Soon enough they would come over to my room to bring me up to speed on their ideas, so I avoided them by taking a shower. Minutes later, my dad yelled through the bathroom door that he and the others were heading out. He offered to wait for me, but I turned him down. I had to get back to the other-world.

With everyone gone, and myself finally pampered and warmed up, I took a moment to stroll through the house, marveling at how everything was just perfectly scaled to me. Back in the basement, I packed a few extra items for my settlement — including a hairbrush. When I went to put my things away, however; I got an ingenious idea. Grabbing my blanket and pillow, I brought them into my world. “I’ve had just about enough of being uncomfortable,” I grumbled.

Taking them both into the field of strange energy, I gave them each special abilities. I imbued the pillow with the ability to make it feel like I was sleeping on a mattress while I used it, and I imbued the blanket with the ability to be the perfect temperature at all times. “There,” I sighed, placing them down. “I’ll check on you later. First, I’ve got to get back to the town.”

Erica was waiting for me in the same spot she'd stood before, milling around aimlessly, waiting for me to come back. She did a double take once I re-appeared, then nodded. "Yup, that's much better." I rolled my eyes with a smile and gently scooped Erica up. Or, more accurately, I’d barely reached for her before she scrambled up into my hand. “Where are we going?” she asked, peering over my cupped fingers in excitement.

“Now that I have some time off, I was thinking of exploring the rest of the mountains over here. I’ll get a lay of the land, maybe find another town.” “Another town?” Ivan echoed. He’d just stepped out of one of the new tunnels and overhead me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.. You’ll just terrify a bunch of innocent people.”

“But I could help them! I could give everyone a barrier just like this one,” I explained, gesturing towards the Cavern Town, now sealed off by an indestructible opaque hemisphere. “You should wait until we know the barrier actually works before you do that.” My brows furrowed in concern, and I knelt to see Ivan’s expression. “You don’t think it’ll work?” I asked, slightly offended. I’d worked hard to create something that would protect everyone from the likes of the scientists.

“All I’m saying is that we have no proof that it does work,” he reasoned, “I’m fairly confident it will keep the giants out, and so are most people, or else we wouldn’t have let you put it up. But no one knows that for sure because no one’s ever tried to break in. You said so yourself that you couldn’t fully test it.” I nodded, seeing the logic behind Ivan’s argument. I wanted to solve everything desperately — to keep awful things from happening and to prove I wasn’t a part of such awful things myself — but not so desperate that I was willing to give false hope to people just to relieve some of the stress.

However, Erica scoffed in my cupped hands. “And? What are you suggesting? Do you want us to lure some giants over to test it?” She asked sarcastically. “No!” Ivan yelled, exasperation growing in his voice. “We should know for a fact that the barrier keeps giants out before we go promising it to others! If they’re depending on it to keep them alive and it fails, you’re going to be responsible for their capture!” Erica was ready to quip something snide in return, but I placed my hand over her — holding her in an interlocking cage of my own fingers. Again, it was hard to tell if they were getting along or genuinely fighting.

“Erica, let it go. He has a point; we can’t go around giving out barriers claiming they can stop the scientists when we don’t know if they actually do.” I could hear her grumble in protest, but her voice was too muffled by my fingers to understand. “I’ll just patrol around the valley today. Want to come with us, Ivan?”

He shook his head, “I have plenty of things to do in town.” I nodded, watching him leave. Was that an excuse not to come, or does he genuinely have stuff to get done? Erica yelled something and I quickly released her. “What did you say?” “I said forget about him. If he wants to sit around in the rocks, let him. He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” With an annoyed huff, Erica gave a running leap out into the open air before landing on my chest, clinging to the fabric of my shirt. She clambered up to one of my shoulders and sat atop it — perched a dizzying height above the ground for someone as tiny as her.

“Alright I’m set, let’s go,” she said as nonchalantly as if she’d got into a car rather than jumped over a deadly long gap. Speechless, I glanced over at her with wide eyes. She snickered and leaned back slightly, grinning at me. “Something wrong?” Erica asked in an innocent voice. I shook my head at her reproachfully. “You’re crazy. I don’t know how you get the confidence to do half the things you do.”

Erica thought silently as I meandered around the outskirts of the valley. “Well, I know you’ll always be there to stop anything bad from happening,” she answered with a nonchalant shrug. Of course I’ll always take care of her, but she she should still be at least a little self-conscious, shouldn’t she? It’s not just her I have to worry about anymore; it’s the whole town. The daunting reality had dawned in my mind watching the crowds of people outside the mountain, but now it had really settled in.

“We've.. stopped," Erica stated in confusion. I could feel her edge forward slightly, trying to gauge my pensive expression from the side. "Alexis? Are you alright?" A long sigh escaped my lips and I put a hand to one of my temples to massage it. A slight headache had tormented me for the past few days. The storm the night before had only worsened it.

"Yeah. I'm just.. tired, I guess." I sat down heavily on a flatter part of the mountainside. "You haven't been getting much sleep in the valley, have you?" Erica asked, realizing how exhausted I really was. "Well, there's that. But I've also been so stressed with the whole 'this barrier better work because if it doesn't you might be leaving a few thousand people defenseless' thing too,” I added. Erica patted the side of my neck comfortingly, I turned to her and she brushed a stray lock of hair from my face.

“I know, love. People talk in that mountain, too. They know they have to rely on you… It’s a mixed reaction, really. All those people — I can’t imagine the burden,” she said softly. “Even-” she paused, shook her head, then started again. “I’m here. I’ll help in every way I can, I promise. I hate that this is happening to you.. to us, but I’m with you. Even if I’m not physically fighting beside you. Even if I really want to be…” Erica gave me a little pleading look and I returned it with a half smile. “If you’re scared or stressed or anything, pick me up anytime and let me help you.”

“Thank you,” I sighed. Smiling softly at her, I reached up and stroked her arm, then carefully rested the pad of my thumb against the side of her head. A rare genuine smile passed Erica’s lips as she closed her eyes, leaning into my touch. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep-” I paused to yawn, “last night too, so you aren’t entirely wrong about the no sleep thing either. Stupid thunderstorm kept me up.” “Then what are you doing carrying me around?” Erica asked incredulously, “Go and get some sleep, you big dork!” “But, it’s not even dark-” “If you’re stressed and tired, you have no reason to be up right now! Go to bed. No excuses.”

Sighing, I lifted Erica off my shoulder to get a better look at her. She knelt in my palms, looking meaningfully up at me, gesturing for me to bring her closer. The moment I bridged the small gap between us, Erica pressed a small kiss onto my cheek. “Go rest,” she said softly, “You deserve a break, Alexis.” I gave in — nodding my agreement as I headed back to the right mountain to let Erica off. Leaving her and everyone behind the safety of the barrier, I trudged off to my things that I’d returned to the field.

When I flopped over onto my blanket, it felt like heaven. I’d forgotten that I gave little powers to my bedding. I spread out completely, enjoying all the room I had out in the field. The tight walls of the valley near the Cavern Town had previously restricted my sleeping space — it had been close to claustrophobic. Now I had all the room I could want, as well as my new more comfortable sleeping arrangements. Though there were still plenty more hours of daylight left, I was asleep in minutes.

#beware the title of this one yall #next chapter won’t be pretty…#enjoy the sweetness of this one tho!#g/t #giant/tiny #other-world universe #gt writing

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Inspired by family's own bout of illness with our preschooler and my husband massively stepping it up 😅 could you write something with dad!matty taking care of his young daughter while the whole family is down with the flu? My entire house was sick last week and even though my husband felt like crap he took care of EVERYTHING for me and it just makes my heart flutter

Thank you Anonymous for my first ever request! Sorry it took so long and sorry its a bit shit, I'm not happy with how it turned out but wanted to get something written for you sooner rather than later. Hopefully its shit because of the funk I've been in, I'll possibly re-visit this one down the line but I hope you like it!

A (Kind of) Perfect Morning

You’d got it first. It had spread around work like wildfire. Despite your best attempts at avoiding it, You were one of the last to get a round in. You did not enjoy being ill at all. Any attempts at avoiding your two babies were futile. You’d wake up with a tiny foot sticking in your ribs and your husband's legs entwined with yours. Needless to say by the weekend all three of you were down with the Flu.

You felt so guilty. Your two year old was teary and clingy. Last night had been a long slog of waking up to coughing fits and arguing over medicine.

The sun shining through the curtains made you wince. Your head throbbed and your throat burned. Another coughing fit caught your attention.

“Oh ba-” You cleared your throat but your voice was gone. You huffed, accepting the hug from your baby before attempting to get up.

“Hey” You felt a hand guide you back down. “I’ll get it”.

You looked at Matty, his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were flushed. Instinctively you put your hand to his forehead, before you could comment he put his hand to yours. Your frown was challenged by his smile. He planted a kiss on your head before repeating “I’ll get it”.

You got more comfortable moving your daughter to the side of you, your body heat doing nothing to help each other's fever. You reached over to your bedside cabinet looking for your glass of water but it was completely empty. As if on queue, your husband reappeared with various medicines, two bottles of water and one of your daughters storybooks.

“C’mere peanut” Your daughter got up again on the return of her dad, she stretched her arms out for him, burying her face into his neck as soon as she was in his arms. You got to work measuring out some of her medicine while Matty closed the curtains fully. He sat on the side of the bed, repositioning the curly haired girl onto his lap. Your daughter started to whine again when she saw the spoonful of Calpol. He kissed her head a few times before starting the bargaining process, he’d been the one to do it most of last night too.

“Just until you feel better. I’ve got your squash ready and we can read however many stories your little heart desires. All you need to do it take this”

“Nooo” Tears began to pool her eyes again.

“Yes c’mon have some for daddy and then we can snuggle up with mummy” Matty took the spoon from you, after a little more nagging he found success, swapping the spoon with her water bottle in record time. He praised her, before swapping her for the medicine bottle in your hand. You worked on getting her comfortable again, coaxing her into drinking a bit more before you were met with a spoonful of the mixture.

“Open up baby” Matty grinned, feeding you the mixture. You playfully rolled your eyes beginning to tell him to sod off but again, your voice failed you. You washed down the medicine with some water attempting yet again to speak, ordering Matty to get back into bed.

“Babe I mean this in the nicest way but you need to shut up” You dropped your jaw in a joking way before his hand guided your chin back and his lips met yours. “I’d die if I never got to hear your voice again”

He poured himself some medicine before disappearing into the bathroom, you heard the tap run as he blew his nose. Re-appearing with two wet flannels, he put one over your forehead before trying to rest the other over your daughter’s.

“Story time daddy?” She turned, knocking the flannel off completely wanting to get closer to her dad again.

“As promised, it’s no Burroughs but I guess the tiger who came to tea will have to do ehh?”

Matty wrapped his arm around you before scooting closer, he checked the flannel making sure it was covering your head before picking up his daughters for the third time, giving up he placed it on the back of her neck as she sprawled out on his chest.

He cleared his throat to begin the story but this caused him to have the coughing fit he had obviously been trying to conceal all morning. You tried to get up to assist him but he kept you in his arms. “I’m alright, I’m alright” He spluttered a few more times before eventually stopping.

“The Tiger Who Came To Tea” Matty put on his ‘children’s tv presenter’ voice which was surprisingly soothing. You closed your eyes, succumbing to the comfort of this moment.

Despite wishing you were all well, it made your heart swell to have these kinds of mornings where the three of you could laze around. They did not happen as often as you wish they could, making them all the more important. You smiled, wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Eventually Matty’s voice grew softer, and your eyes grew heavier, the story lulling you into another sleep.

#matty healy #matty healy imagine #Dad!Matty Healy #dad!matty #requests open

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autizmoeddiemunson · 2 years

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more autistic Steve pls

Steve was sorting through the returns box at work; it was tedious but he didn’t really mind. Robin was sitting on the counter, rocking gently and kicking her legs as she helped him. They got off work soon; they were planning on going out to dinner with Nancy and Eddie. He was excited but nervous about the new restaurant.

“Stevie, your face looks wrong. Something on your mind?” She asked as she poked him with a tape. “Yeah, just nervous about tonight. What if they don’t have anything I can eat? Or what if it’s too warm? Or what if the water tastes wrong?” He was beginning to ramble about all the possibilities. “Steve, I’m sure it’ll be ok but if its not, we can always leave if we have to.” She interrupted. He nodded and swallowed anxiously.

Once their shift was over, he grabbed his keys and started driving, making Robin sit in the back. They picked up Eddie and Nancy, and drove to the restaurant. Steve’s internal panic hadn’t quieted yet but he attempted to put on a brave face for his friends.

As they pulled up to the building, his anxiety built. The hostess seated them and Steve immediately started noticing some of his worries were coming true. The overlapping conversations, the taste of the air, the temperature, but his biggest question was already being answered.

The menu had nothing he could eat. He couldn’t eat long pasta, he couldn’t eat mushroom, he couldn’t eat tomato; there were too many foods he couldn’t eat. “What should i order?” He asked, speech impediment rearing it’s head.

“Maybe try the chicken & cheese ravioli?” Eddie said, pointing at the menu. It had arugula, which Steve hated but could hopefully eat around.

“Are you ready to order?” The server asked. She took everyone’s orders and brought them their drinks. Eddie got a rum & coke, Nancy got a glass of wine, Robin got a Shirley Temple, and Steve got a lemonade.

The server arrived and set down the plates and Steve hesitantly picked the arugula off the ravioli and shoved one in his mouth. He went white and wanted to spit it out immediately. It was full of mushroom.

“How is it, Stevie?” Eddie chirped, mouth full of chicken parmesan. Steve hummed unhappily; technically, he could speak but it would definitely take the small amount of energy keeping him from crying.

He tried to wash the feeling out of his mouth with lemonade but it had other plans. The citrusy drink somehow got into his sinuses; he got up and walked out of the restaurant. He walked urgently to his car, locking himself in to overload in peace.

Once he had calmed down, he was able to process everything he was feeling. His eyes went from being filled with tears of overwhelm to humiliation & anger. How could he let himself do that in such a public place? He should be able to handle a bit of mushroom like any other adult.

He was startled by knocking on the car window. “Steve, are you ok, darling?” Eddie asked, not fully able to see his boyfriend inside. Rather than answering, he opened the door to let Eddie in and rested on him. “Do you wanna go back in?” Eddie asked, figuring yes or no questions would be the best course of action right now.

Steve shook his head ‘no’ and looked in the back for his ear defenders. He had forgotten they were in the trunk in his overwhelmed state. “Start the car. I’ll grab the girls, pay, and drive us home.” Eddie said, stepping out. He nodded and started the car.

He felt like a jerk, felt like he had ruined the night. He sulked in the backseat as he waited. His internal self diatribe was interrupted by Eddie taking his keys as the three joined him in the car.

“That place was too fancy for us anyway.” Robin tried to comfort him. The restaurant was nice but honestly the only thing that he could focus on was how stupid he felt for melting down in public.

Eddie looked into the rearview mirror and saw the troubled look on his lover’s face. He was planning on just dropping the girls off and going home but a sign caught his eye. Without saying a word, he went through the drive-through of one of Steve’s safe restaurants.

“We had a good time tonight but we should get home.” Nancy piped up as they neared her house. She knew Steve loved their company but he usually liked to be alone after meltdowns. Eddie dropped her & Robin off and Steve moved to the front seat.

He pulled up to the trailer and got out, making a show of opening the car door for his love. He couldn’t help but grin as Steve cracked a small smile at his pageantry.

They sat on the couch together, Steve covered with a weighted blanket. They ate peacefully, the only sounds being the crappy movie playing quietly on the television. Steve laid his head on the metalhead’s lap and looked up at him. “Thank you.” He muttered, nuzzling his face into the other man’s stomach.

The night may not have been perfect but he wouldn’t exchange it for anything in the world. He was always happy to enjoy good food and spend time with the man he loved.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #autistic stranger things #autistic steve harrington #autism fic #autistic steddie #steddie fic #steddie fluff #steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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horanghaejamjam · 2 years

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Vampire Kisses: Teaser

“It’s a simple deal really, you give me a chance every day to win your heart. If I succeed, I get to give you a kiss. If I fail that’s a day you get to go out.”

“Why are you so insistent on this deal?”

“We are destined to be together you know. This is a fun build up to the main event where I finally get to kiss you where I want.”

“This is a terrible idea!”

“What’s the matter Doll? Are you afraid you’ll fall in love with me?”

Summary: He is the head of the Wen family, the highest ranking family of vampires in the country. You are a mere human sold to them for the purpose of being his mate and bride. Jun is determined to win your heart before you wed, and perhaps a few playful kisses are the key to doing that.

Pairing: Vampire lord Jun x female reader

Genres: Fluff, Smut

Special Notes: First of hopefully many Halloween fics for this season. Smut notes will be added in the actual story as to not spoil anything. Will be detailed but slow build. Setting is very Gothic/partially dated despite the fact the story takes place in the present/future depending on how you wish to interpret it.

Warnings: 18+ obviously, vampire themes including biting, blood drinking, and mentions of killing. Slight yandere Jun.

Estimated Release Date: Between September 30th - October 5th 2022. To be tagged when Vampire Kisses is released please comment below or message me.

Teaser:

Looking out the window, you saw the sun slowly starting to peak out over the horizon, just enough to paint the sky with a purple hue. Within the next hour or so it would be light out and, if your calculations were correct, the family would be asleep by then. Mr and Mrs Wen specifically were likely already in bed by now, the older vampires having no desire to wait for the sun. They were much more sensitive to the light as you had learned, keeping their curtains drawn hours before the sun even thought of rising. They were easy to sneak around, often following the same schedule so you knew where they would be at what time.

Jun, on the other hand, was not as easy as his parents. You weren’t sure if he liked the thrill of being up when it was day or he just didn’t trust you but he would be up for hours before finally resting. Sometimes you found him in his study working on who knows what and other times you had run into him chatting with one of the servants in the kitchen as if that was a normal occurrence for him. Well, technically it was, but that didn’t mean you liked it any more. Day time was the only time you ever had to yourself, enjoying the quiet and freedom before you would be forced to adapt to the nightlife. Though it seemed your soon to be husband didn’t like the idea of leaving you alone, always knowing where you were and sneaking up on you like the two of you were playing a twisted game of hide and seek.

“Enjoying the view Sweetheart?” speak of the devil, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard his voice behind you. You hadn’t even heard him enter your room so you had no idea how long he had been there. Jun chuckled at your obvious shock as he walked up behind you, reaching out to close the curtain before the rays of the sun could peak out and threaten him. Glancing at him over your shoulder, you saw that he had ditched his usual suit and jewels for his pajamas, giving you hope that this visit would be short.

“I thought you would be in bed,” you muttered as you turned to face him fully.

“Without saying goodnight?” he questioned, “I would never! You should know that by now.” He hummed in thought for a moment as he glanced down at you, bottom lip finding its way between his teeth, “Though judging by the way you’re dressed I’m assuming you’re staying up again. I don’t understand why though, it’s so lonely when everyone's asleep isn’t it?”

“I like being alone, and I’m not ready to give up my life just yet,” you argued, making the male wince as if your words burned him.

“You really don’t like me do you?”

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dokidokiliteraturegirls · 1 year

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YLCE UPDATE NEWSLETTER!! 🐰

Well. Not actually a news letter, but this is news, and what are postsif not big letters? I originally posted this in the official DDLitG discord server, but I’ll be sharing it here as well in case anyone is interested in my next project~

So, a couple things! First of all, the full roster of characters has been decided! The cast will be made up of 11 students and the teacher, so the main cast, being Altalune's class, will be 12 characters in total. So far we've revealed 9 students (Altalune, Virus, War, Shiro, Weird Machine, Play With Me, Anna Tanohiro, Candace and Ako), so there's 2 more to come~ Their designs will be revealed shortly, as they're pretty much finished. Their students profiles will be hopefully completed soon, and will be posted in my art blog, @yuiwrong, as soon as they are! After all 11 profiles have been posted, I'll post the teacher's and then get to work in the spritework.

In terms of story, the first 3 arcs have been finished~!! I have a rough idea of about 70% of the story now, including character relationships and story beats. I'm writing the story in arcs, just like I did here with DDLitG, except that these will be one right after the other with no filler in between. As I mentioned, the first 3 are already fully planned and written. There's not much I can share without spoilers, but as a little teaser, I'll include a short summary of the setting so you can get an idea of what YLCE is about under the cut~

Sadly I can't yet promise a release date, as the story is still very much in pre-production, and I want to make sure it's properly ready to come out rather than rush its development. But I assure you, it is very actively still being worked on, and I'm constantly making sure it's the best story it can be~ I know updates have been rather slow, and that's why I wanted to make this little newsletter, to let you all know that it hasn't been abandoned! Behind the scenes work has been constant, and even though I don't always have something to show for it, I promise you all it's a project I'm very passionate about, and I will see it through no matter what~ 🥰

Story summary:

Altalune must run away from home after her parents kick her out. Jobless and with no one to fall back on, she only has 1 option left: enrolling into [I haven't named it yet] college. This college provides free accommodations, including a room and all meals. However, this place is extremely competitive, and you can only stay if you're the very best. Every 3 months, the 2 students with the lowest grades are made to fight for survival, through whatever means they deem necessary... even if that means killing one another, as only the winner is allowed to stay. In a class full of bizarre people with supernatural talents, staying at the top won't be easy. Can connections be made in an environment that's constantly pitting you against your peers? And if such connections are made, will they matter once competition sparks? YLCE is a story of survival and competition, as well as bonds and what is needed to break them. It won't be easy to survive, but there's one thing that Altalune keep in mind no matter the circumstances: "Your Life Changes Everything"

I hope you’re all as excited about this story as I am!! If you want updates, they will be posted in my art blog as they are being made, so look out for that~ and if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send an ask! Thank you all for your attention, I hope I can make something you all enjoy 💖

-Yui~

#ylce #ylce update

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itzy0megaverse · 2 years

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can we get some alpha chaeryeong smut? love ur blog! <3

An : You've left this very open ended so I wasn't quite sure where to go with it but hopefully this is ok. I decided to continue on from the marking story so if you haven't read that go here first.

And as always glad you're enjoying it 😊

Mine~ (A!Chaeryeong smut)

Requested : ✔️

Reader : F (no pronouns but its the female sex's body)

Tw : starts out as fluff but don't be fooled, smut, futa!Chaeryeong, blowjob, deep throat, pussy eating, unprotected sex, over-stimulation

As you walked downstairs, you were expecting a quiet bid for the first-aid kit to stealthily get bandages then silently make your way back to her room. That's what you were expecting, not what Chaeryeong was expecting. "SHE SAID YES!!" She yelled as she ran past you and into the living room. You were left frozen in the doorway as your girlfriend began full on celebrating with her members. Holding hands with Yuna and jumping up and down in circles. Simple, cool high-five from Ryujin. Fan-girling with Lia when she asked Chaeryeong to show her the mark you left her. Finally, a big, proud, leader hug from Yeji. She literally had to run all the way back across the living room to drag you out of your frozen stupor and into the kitchen where the first-aid kit was.

Yeji walked in behind you both, gave you the kit specifically and told you to get the stuff ready while she spoke to Chaeryeong privately. By the look on Chaeryeong's face, she wasn't expecting to have that talk either so, slightly scared, you both just agreed. You turned your back and began getting the stuff ready for Chaeryeong. She was back pretty soon but had a shy, nervous, lip-bite smile with an unreadable look in her eyes.

You both got each other, disinfected, covered up and back in Chaeryeong and Yeji's room at lighting speed. However, you missed Chaeryeong locking the door behind you both. "Do you wanna know what Yeji asked me?" She began, still standing by the door with her arms behind her back and that shy smile on her face. "I am curious if you're allowed to tell me." You retort, talking a step towards her when you realised she wasn't following you into bed. "She asked me if I wanted her to sleep in Ryujin's room tonight." "..........Yeji asked you if you wanted Yeji to sleep in Ryujin's room tonight instead of in here like normal?" Chaeryeong nods (yes) and giggles at your beyond confusion. You completely miss what she was implying. "I said yes.... So Yeji's back rooming with Ryujin for tonight.."

Still neither of you had made any movements and you still hadn't clocked on yet. Finally, Chaeryeong closed the distance, guided you to wrap your arms round her neck as her hands fell to your waist. With her eyes staring into yours, she helped you reach the conclusion she was looking for. "We've just marked each other.... We're alone in here all night....... And the doors locked....." You eyes widen as, finally, the penny drops. "You want to-...." You cut yourself off, too shy to say the full sentence aloud. Your girlfriend giggles at your cuteness before reassuring you. "We don't have to... We can spend the night cuddling if that's what you're comfortable with but I'm just letting you know the options there..." She pulled away, winked at you and turned for her wardrobe.

You were, once again, frozen in place as you watched her pull all of her clothes off to change into some pajamas she'd picked out, all she had left on was her underwear. Before you even fully knew what you were doing, you were on your knees in front of her, pushing her into the table behind her and pulling her boxers down to her ankles. You hear a shy giggle turn into a sigh as you run your tongue all the way along the thick vain the underside of her cock. She's already half hard from her imagination so you don't have to do too much to get her fully erect.

After licking all the way up from the base, you wrap the tip between your lips. You don't let it pass beyond your teeth and into your mouth just yet but it's still more friction than she had before. Chaeryeong's head tilts back as another, much longer, sigh escapes her. She rests her right hand on the back of your head and rests her upper body strength on her left arm. Your lips work at the spot just underneath the tip as your hand works the rest, pumping the shaft up and down. You're about to open up fully but Chaeryeong stops you.

"Wait baby." She breaths out. "Stand up." You stop everything you're doing and follow her command. You're her omega, of course, your body will automatically listen to anything she wants you to do. As you're standing, she steps out of her boxers, takes off her bra, by then you're fully stood, and she hurries to undresses you completely. Forcefully yanking you by the neck for a kiss once you're naked, she mumbles against your lips. "Sorry for stopping you.. It didn't feel fair that I was pretty much naked and you were getting nothing."

You both leant in again for a much more gentle but still heated kiss with her left hand tucked into your hair. While your lips were attached, your left hand found her right and intertwined the fingers together. Chaeryeong pulled away first to ask "Now where were we?" and you sink back down to your knees.

Using your right hand to steady her dick at its base, you push her fully into your mouth this time. The sudden heat takes Chaeryeong off guard and she's nearly smashing her head into the wall behind her. You're much better at this now and can take most of her length in your mouth without problem, the last few centimetres are a little challenging but nothing impossible. So with Chaeryeong's head already reaching the back of your throat, you push that little bit further until she's fully inside.

The hand still holding yours squishes down tightly at the feeling of you deep throating her. Every breath in and out turns into a whine with how good you're making her feel. You've held there still for a few seconds but you still think you can take a little more before you really need to breath. So you start bobbing your head up and down. Not so much that you stop deep throating her, just one cm back and fourth to really set her off. The sighs she was letting out before turn into loud moans as she tries her best to stay still.

Needing air, you sit all the way back and cough and gasp a few times. As to not leave her with nothing, your hand went back to pumping her dick up and down but, after only the first pump, Chaeryeong smacks your hand away. Your confused but your lack of oxygen leaves you unable to ask. Chaeryeong knows your confused but her lack of oxygen leaves her unable to answer. So you both just sat there for a while, struggling to breath.

After, Chaeryeong slumps off the table and begins talking. "I would've cum if you kept going but I wanna cum inside you..." Her hands lazily grab your chin and urge you to stand. Once you are stood, she pulls you in for a sloppy kiss and swaps your positions round so now you're against the table and she's in front. Gently helping you up, she sits you on the edge of the table where she was and you feel her still very much hard cock briefly graze against your stomach. With you where she wants you, she pulls back from the kiss and drops to her knees.

"You treated me so now I have to treat you." She whispers seductively before her face is buried between your thighs. Like you did for her, she didn't waste too much time for teasing. Chaeryeong first lickd from the bottom of your vagina all the way up till she flicked your clit. Your clit being the next in line of attack. Holding your thighs apart, she speedily swiped her tongue against it side to side while also shaking her head for added effect. The feeling sending vibrations all the way up your body till your mouth lets them out as cries of pleasure.

When the side to side motion gets too much for Chaeryeong, she switches to placing the bed of her tongue flat out against your clit and pushing her face in and out of you, effectively grinding the rough surface into you. One hand latches to the back of her neck to pull her in and smother her in you as your whines increasingly become more choked and raspy. As good as this feels, you feel empty. Your inner walls desperately tensing and clasping around nothing. However, it's like Chaeryeong can read your mind because her tongue leaves your clit to penetrate into you, as deep as she can go.

Swinging her tongue round in circles, stretching out your insides, exploring everywhere she can reach. It feels fucking amazing. Being completely devoured from the inside out by the alpha that just marked you. Being stared at so lovingly even when you feel like your making ugly faces. Being treated like you're the only thing that's important to her right now. It feels. Fucking. Amazing. But just as you're reaching you orgasm she stands up, leaving you empty.

Leaving you empty for less than a second before she's filling you up fully with her cock.

Synchronised, you both scream out in pleasure and cling onto each other for dear life. You stay mostly still, both having to get used to the feeling of each other but not being able to resist thrusting slightly. When your groans had died down respectively, Chaeryeong clears some things up. "Remember asking me to go raw for the first time because you'd started on birth control.... and I said no because I wanted to wait...?" Head still heavily flopped against her shoulder, all you can manage is a nod (yes). "I was planning to mark you before then and I wanted our first time unprotected to be the first time after marking each other.... That's why I said no."

Managing to lift your head to meet hers, you bring her in for a kiss. It's still tired and messy but it's sweet and caring too. "I'm glad you said no..." You tell her and peck her lips once more. "It makes this special." Chaeryeong smiles and kisses you again. That's exactly what she wanted tonight to be and it's exactly what it is. She feels your hands leave her shoulders and fall to her hips mid-kiss. Pushing her away and pulling her back, you wordlessly tell her you're ready.

Chaeryeong starts with slow, smooth thrusts but quickly realises just how wet you are. Within the first few thrusts she's already going pretty much her top speed as it's made clear you're both too hungry for each other to go slow. Pounding you harshly against the table, panting in time with you, listening closely to the sounds you make. Your arms steached out behind you, both holding your body weight and pushing your boobs further out, eyes open and closing every few seconds. Chaeryeong picks your thighs up from under the knees, folds your legs and places your feet on the edge of the table. This gives her a better angle to thrust into you and almost guarantees she hits that spot every time.

Death grip on your waist, Chaeryeong thrusts in and out of you rapidly with moans falling out of her mouth like they're nothing. She can tell by your sounds that you're close so she keeps pushing, keeps going, keeps everything exactly the same. Hearing you climb the octaves, she pulls all the way out when she feels you beginning to cum. You sqirt all over her stomach as Chaeryeong swipes her hand back and fourth over your clit, elongating your orgasm as much as possible.

When you're finished, she thrusts all the way back in and picks up exactly where she left off in terms of speed. Chaeryeong hasn't cum herself yet and she knows how much you like over-stimulation so she goes back to pounding hard into you. It doesn't take much for you to orgasm a second time (once again sqirting as Chaeryeong rubs your clit) and the sight of you cumming all over her twice in a row gets her nearer the edge too. So much so that one last thrust into you after you've finished is all it takes for her to come un-done.

Balls deep inside you, Chaeryeong releases her load. It's the first time she's done this without protection and it's somewhat strange but not unpleasant. Feeling something coat your walls that deeply from the inside out isn't something you're used to but something you for sure could and would get used to.

Both floppy, limp and out of breath, Chaeryeong pulls you up and into a hug while she's still buried deep inside you. Both holding onto each other, gasping for air with your eyes closed, taking every sensation in. Faces buried in each other's shoulders (right next to the fresh mating marks) Chaeryeong is the first to break the silence.

"I love you."

You smile. "I love you too."

#omegaverse #itzy #itzy chaeryeong #itzy imagines #itzy omegaverse #itzy smut #chaeryeong x reader #chaeryeong smut #itzy scenarios

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pangtasias-atelier · 1 year

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Yet Another Day In The Life

Warning: This is a fetish story!!!

Sooooo, this is a super old story that's pretty much been fully finished for about an entire damn year. I have not looked at it in so long but I do remember being excited and also a lil embarrassed when I finished this which is why ive never uploaded it here for so damn long ahdbdbdb. But hopefully it still holds up!

I figured it'd at least be perfect for today since it is the 4th year of me actually putting myself to write 🥳

So thanks again to everyone for sticking with me and enjoying my writing 🥺 and hope you enjoy more of my super self indulgent bullshit that like only I care about asbjdnsbs

The sugary sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies wafts through the entirety of the massive room for all of its fattened occupants to enjoy and bask in the pleasant scent. With all of them used to the gentle, homely smell, the joy of fresh cookies is in the back of their minds as the several dozens of cookies bake in the oven. Even as the timer buzzes and dings, all of them pay no attention to it. All except Corrin.

Reading a book as he lies on his back on a couch, the fat dragon takes up a good portion of the couch. Not fat enough to where his gut can sag off the seating, the sides of his belly manage to barely reach to the edge. A pillow to support his head, Corrin uses his pronounced chest as a resting spot for his book while he reads it. His girthy thighs substantially wide, he only fully rests one of them on the couch; the other leg hangs off the couch with not enough room for both to be comfortable together.

Upon hearing the very first ring of the timer, he hurriedly inserts a bookmark before setting his book down. Building up some momentum to lift his big body, Corrin grunts as he rushes into a seated position. As soon as he stands up, he scurries over to turn the timer off. His snug shirt that shows the doughy shape of his gut begins to ride up from his rushed movement. Bits of his gut peak out, his stomach jiggling and sloshing from his hurried movement. Fiddling with the timer to turn it off, he nearly drops it from his equal parts excitement and panic. Afterwards, he stares at the risen cookies with wide eyes, his face nearly plastered to the oven’s glass door. His tail swishes behind his plush, padded ass from his growing impatience and nerves. His rear manages to hold a surprising amount of definition to it. The two rounded ass cheeks large enough to squash another person are held firmly in his pants. "Kiran, I think they're done!" So afraid that the cookies will burn to cinders the instant his attention is diverted away from the oven, Corrin merely flaps his hand to gesture for Kiran to come over while he continues to watch with glee. "Come on!" Corrin refuses to take out the cookies based on only his own decision, the insecure dragon unable to make many choices on his own without fear of making a mistake.

Kiran laughs at the restlessness and excitement behind Corrin's voice, the usually soft-spoken voice louder and faster. "I'll be there in a second. If you think they're ready, take 'em out. I trust you," Currently occupied in his own task, Kiran's gentle smile widens as he hears the slight clang and scraping of metal.

Kiran rests on one of the several couches in the room. Not seated on the seat cushion, he sits partially on the arm rest. His ass on the arm rest, the rest of his body rests on the couch's occupant. He sinks in the plush, soft fat as he rests against Tibarn.

The laguz royal is absolutely massive. So preciously plump and large, his width fills up the entirety of the couch's span. The comfortable furniture — despite being a two seater with extra room — can only fit Tibarn. He rests his wide, plush arms against the top of the backrest; he sinks into the cushiony couch, Tibarn's sagging jowls quivering as he takes deep, labored breaths from having just finished eating. His titanic gut resting heavily on his massive thighs, the billowing fat seeps on forward to get dragged down by gravity. Gravity does its job in dragging his gut down, but the plush carpet does the rest, Tibarn’s gut plopped on top of it from so much fat swaddling his fine figure. His gut churns due to all the food inside him, his gut a bit less saggy as it usually is. His extra doughy chest seems to fold in on itself with so much fat, the sides of them an extra love handle to grab. His moobs cascade down onto his gut, the billowing breasts large enough to the point where a bra would be helpful for Tibarn. Tibarn’s ass absolutely massive, each definitonless cheek fills up a spot on the two seater alone as they splay behind Tibarn’s prodigious figure. His door crushing thighs are plastered to the couch like the rest of his figure. His thighs covered in squishable adipose, his roll riddled thighs make moving a struggle for Tibarn. So ponderously wide, they squish against one another most of the time. And the few moments where they manage to separate from each other, his humongous belly takes residence between the two. With movement being such a hassle at his preposterous size — Tibarn being able to move a marvel to those not used to seeing the massively fattened king — such an activity is usually reserved for a few moments, such as getting comfortable to eat food or getting food. Not having to worry about that with Kiran feeding him, he pleasantly rests on the couch as Kiran wipes away at the specks of food dusting his lips and squirrel-like cheeks.

“You sure know how to cook,” Tibarn cocks a grin at Kiran. Lifting up a heavy hand to pat his gut, the taxing effort of merely lifting it makes him rethink his action, Tibarn plopping his arm down.

“Only the finest,” Kiran gently dabs at Tibarn’s cheek with a damp napkin. Upon finishing cleaning Tibarn’s face, he leans in for a quick smooch. “And you sure know how to put it away,” Kiran whispers in Tibarn’s ear, one hand draped over Tibarn’s arm for support while the other hand leisurely rests on the top of Tibarn’s substantial gut. His hand slowly and gently rubs the parts of Tibarn’s gut he can reach.

Tibarn guffaws. His raucous laughter slowly peters out into light chuckling from his jiggling corpulence upsetting his still stuffed gut. “What can I say? I’m a man of many talents,” Despite his own self assuredness, Tibarn lets out a few interspersed huffs from his turbulent tummy. Though he quickly tries to cover said discomfort up with another grin. His cheerful yet cocky demeanor is unable to hide his slight discomfort or the way his eyes seem to droop, a food coma calling for Tibarn after his feast.

“Well, it’s a good thing I have an eye for talent,” Kiran gives Tibarn’s gut one final rub. Using his now free hand, he brings it to Tibarn’s face. He cups a hefty cheek with the palm of his hand, Tibarn’s jowls squishing against and filling up the entire palm, and kisses him once more. Enjoying his presence and his everything, it takes him a few more peaceful moments before Kiran manages to pull himself away from Tibarn. “I’ll let you digest your food in peace,” Kiran grazes Tibarn’s arm while he gets up, as if to savor Tibarn’s presence as long as possible.

Tibarn lets out an agreeable hum as the coils of sleep tighten their grip on his stuffed laguz. He smiles fondly all the while by the time he manages to fall asleep.

Now finished, Kiran goes to check on Corrin. But first, he stops by the seated Seteth and Duma.

The task of summoner a daunting job filled with a multitude of tasks, the job had gotten easier for Kiran over the years. Exceptional helpers also eased the burden, especially with Seteth's experience as being the second hand man in running Garreg Mach Monastery.

The two of them are accompanied by a small handful of papers and a multitude of snacks for them to mindlessly munch on. While both of them work on their own respective task of assigning heroes for different jobs and tasks, Duma's is reviewed by Seteth afterwards. A fact that the divine dragon loathes. Which he makes evident by his furious scowl on his plump face and his whitened knuckles from gripping onto each paper as Seteth gingerly grabs it.

"What is the issue this time?" Duma's pointed ears are down turned while his brows are furrowed. His irritation is normally something to behold, but his fattened form gives him a softer, cuter appearance. A much, much softer appearance. Nowhere near as large as Tibarn's bloated self, Duma's size still puts others to shame with his fattened state. All of Duma's musculature befitting one known as the War Father is now gone from his engorged figure. Incredibly wide, Duma uses two reinforced chairs to withhold and withstand his weighty girth. Not that the chairs fully encompass all of his width, Duma's large ass oozing off both ends of the chairs. The armor that once adorned his cutting figure no longer remains. Instead, Duma wears plain clothes that are strained by his corpulence. His shorts bunch around Duma's meaty thighs, the big, lardy legs slightly squished from the hems at the bottom. His thighs also struggle from the table with wood digging into his bulging thighs. His gut also struggles against the table; the sturdy wood presses into his squishy lightly tanned belly that overflows onto the table. The bottom portion of his gut seeps out from his tent-like shirt. And the part of his stomach that is covered up stretches out his shirt, his chest bulging and straining the tight fabric.

Waiting for a response, Duma's pudgy fist is clenched while Seteth considers how to gently explain things.

"The team you planned out has no problems in terms of performing their tasks. But perhaps considering their preferences would be beneficial to them in adjusting to a world such as this," Seteth smooths out the partially wrinkled paper and points a pudgy finger at the planned out team. "Take Micaiah for example. While I am sure she would perform exceedingly well regardless of her allies, being in a team where all her allies hail from Jugdral would make her feel left out. So," Seteth strikes out one of the names before writing down Sothe underneath it. "How about we help her feel more comfortable by putting her with someone she already knows,"

Seteth's plump cheeks dimple as he joyfully smiles at his own decision, having seen the way Micaiah speaks of Sothe similarly to the way he speaks of Flayn.

"Is that all?"

"Well no. But you've already quickly caught on to the other points," Seteth gingerly places the now complete paper with the rest of his stack. "Excellent work,"

Duma grumbles to himself, the praise feeling rather hollow despite the earnestness behind Seteth's voice. At least finally finished with his small amount of paperwork, he reaches for a brownie and rests back into his seats. His plush jowls are unable to hide his frown, even as he finally bothers to acknowledge Kiran.

"It seems that your ideals require much more babying than I once thought," Duma shoves the entire brownie into his mouth. Chewing away his anger, he refuses to make eye contact with Kiran despite his criticism.

"It is not babying," Kiran enunciates the word as he responds to Duma. "If we are to endure hardships, then is it not best to have those we appreciate by our side?" Kiran places a hand against Duma's bulky, flabby bicep; the layer of flab squishes under Kiran's hand while he gently pats it.

Duma grunts in acknowledgement of Kiran's response. The petulant dragon is partially mollified, Duma still sulking in his slight irritation. Yet his attitude is better as can be seen by the mild blush on his face, Kiran's meaning not lost on him from the way Kiran now drapes himself over Duma's wide, stout back. "Perhaps," Is all Duma can mutter, unwilling to admit his flawed thinking.

"I know I much prefer experiencing stuff with you at my side. All of you," Kiran reaches down to grope at Duma's gut. Grabbing a meaty handful of his plump belly, Kiran uses his other hand to bring a brownie to Duma's mouth.

"I enjoy your presence as well," Duma murmurs. Never having thought of being in his current situation, the powerful divine dragon can't find himself able to complain. Especially as he opens his mouth to devour the treat offered to him.

"Keep up the good work," With one final pat and a quick kiss, Kiran leaves Duma alone to mull over his notion of ideals and to also stuff his face in the process. Walking around the table, he heads on over to give Seteth a kiss as well.

"All of the rest of the month's tasks should now be accounted for. All we need is your approval," Ever serious, Seteth promptly relays his completed work to Kiran first upon recovering from the kiss.

"Thank you for your dedication," With the way Kiran's eyes linger on Seteth's pot belly, his meaning is made apparent to Seteth. "Enjoy some well deserved rest,"

"Gladly," More accustomed to rest and relaxation from his time in Askr, Seteth gratefully accepts the leisure time rather than forcefully attempting to find something to work on like before. He returns Kiran's earlier favor by giving him a kiss as well before the summoner walks off.

Finally checking on the ever anxious Corrin, Kiran grins at the pudgy dragon's struggling little peppy bounces. Despite the chubby dragon’s fears and worries, Corrin is able to work at a steady pace when tasked with doing something by himself.

Corrin leans against the counter to meticulously take his time frosting the edges of the hexagram sugar cookies; his plump tummy squishes against the edge of the counter while he leans forward for a stable position. He maintains a stiff, rigid posture while consumed by his task.

Taking a peak at Corrin’s progress, Kiran nods appraisingly at the dragon’s effort in coming so far at applying himself to the culinary art of baking, Corrin now a far ways off from his nervous struggling when it came to anything resembling mixing and his unyielding nature of uncertainty which used to lead to either undercooked or overcooked sweets — sometimes both at once. “They’re coming out great,” Kiran takes a spot against the counter as well, resting an elbow on the surface as he stares at Corrin’s face and the way he ever so slightly sticks his tongue out while concentrating.

Corrin’s eyes never falter from the cookies; he simply hums in approval of Kiran’s praise. Dedicated to ensuring the treat comes out as pretty as he can make it, Corrin only really making the sickeningly, sugary confection cause of an offhand remark from Grima craving said cookies — a fact that Kiran secretly and forcefully made Grima aware of — Corrin only takes his eyes off of the cookie after giving the last cookie a small tap with the piping bag to anchor the frosting as he lifts up the bag. With him finally losing his concentration, Corrin notices Kiran’s staring and immediately begins to blush. He fiddles with the piping bag before the tube slips out of his hand which resultantly causes him to scramble and catch it before it unceremoniously plops safely away from the cookies or anything else important and onto the counter.

“I-I thank you,” Corrin blurts out with little thought. His chubby face is a furious red while he fiddles with his fingers.

“For what?” Kiran teasingly challenges Corrin’s random thank you, a small smile etched on his face as he waits for his reaction. When none come, Kiran softly lets out a cheerful huff. Deciding to no longer make him suffer, Kiran closes the already insignificant bit of space between them.

Corrin instinctively leans into the embrace despite his increasingly reddening face. His nails dig into the back of Kiran’s coat as the summoner kisses him, Corrin tilting his head up due to the height difference. His mind no longer registers the way Kiran’s arms barely wrap around his waist, instead choosing to concentrate on getting as physically close as he can get. Corrin’s firm grip begins to loosen when Kiran slowly pulls away with an adoring grin. Taken out of the heat of the moment, Corrin doesn’t tense up like he used to but he does lose a portion of his confidence. So he quickly ushers himself back to his work of finishing the final step of flooding the sugar cookies, to which Kiran gives him a reassuring gentle pat on the back and a final chuckle before leaving him to his hobby.

Checking up on Grima and Freyr last, Kiran heads to the two's secluded little corner of the room by the makeshift library. Though only Grima is taking advantage of the varied texts available to him; Freyr instead practices his playing as he plucks his harp.

Grima an absolute sight to behold, the wondrously eyeful of the obese fell dragon is juxtaposed from the monotony of him simply reading in contemplative silence. Seated in a wide two seater, the entirety of Grima's bulging hips fill out the couch's width. The fabric of his beige pants work tirelessly to contain all of his ponderous poundage. Ridiculously pear shaped, his thighs smoosh against the worn out couch, a massive Grima sized divot down the center of the couch. Grima's legs are spread as far wide as they possibly can to allow for as much room between his fat smothered, doughy thighs. Though, most of Grima's thighs are obscured by his bulbous gut. The stuffed lard is exposed from his too small shirt that barely goes far enough in barely covering his bulging breasts that can smother a person's face. His stomach sags down his spread out thighs. Despite the several pounds of food currently being digested, the ponderous orb of fat shows no difference in firmness or fullness from its already great size. It wobbles occasionally from Grima's breathing. The lower half of his gut oozes on down past his bulky calves and onto the soft carpeting on the floor; meanwhile, his upper half is upheld from his broad thighs, the rolls of flab bulging onto half the width of his thighs. Grima's calves are slightly pushed further aside from his drooping gut, his feet also slightly absorbed by his bulging calves. Despite reading, Grima's bulky arms are too taxing to hold a book for an extensive period of time. The barrels for arms rest uselessly to his side at an angle from so much fat bunched up together while he leans back into his chair. Instead, Grima uses his magic to maintain his book in an upright position; the large volume rests on the exposed skin of his upper chest.

While Grima silently reads on his massive couch, Freyr plucks his harp while seated on a specially reinforced ottoman. Unfortunately for the obese goat, the walnut finished harp is now harder to play not only from his sausage finger but also from his gut and thighs getting in the way. Particularly bottom heavy, the big, heavy set man’s ass juts out off the ottoman. His door wide hips partially seep off the edges of the ottoman as well, the piece of furniture made in mind for someone a couple hundred pounds lighter than the massive dream king. At least, Freyr’s outfit is made to accommodate someone at his weight: his flowing maxi skirt is amply wide enough to wrap around his entire waistline and cover his doughy rear and hips — though he still leaves a generously high slit up the left side that goes up past his knee all the way up to his upper thigh. His stomach sits contently on his thighs to cover up the waistband of his skirt, Freyr’s generous heaping love handles drooping far enough to cover the waistband from the side. The fabric bulges out at the end of his waistband from having to cover his large ass. His gut partially obscures the dangling gold jewelry that lines his waist, the brilliantly gold metal draped around his rotund thighs. Freyr also has sparkling bands of gold on his arms and legs. The jewelry is snug on his flabby biceps, the metal slightly big enough to where it squishes his flab but still isn’t uncomfortably snug on him. Despite his upright posture, his gut takes up the small portion of the ottoman not taken up by his thighs, the flabby pile of fat is plopped onto the soft fabric while also being slightly squished by the harp’s soundbox from Freyr angling the instrument. His thighs also struggle to stay somewhat close together with him needing to use the pedals at the base of the harp.

But, he ignores his minor setbacks to instead focus on his playing. Freyr plays a slower piece than usual, both in part to fit the environment of relaxing and also to give his bulging arms an easier time with moving to pluck at different strings. Freyr only pauses for an ever brief moment when Grima speaks after several minutes of comfortable silence between the two.

"Enough with your enchantments, you fool," Grima's eyes stay fixed on his book even as he flips the page with magic.

Freyr lets out a deep, breathy chuckle to himself. Continuing his melodic playing, his eyes never once open as he responds to Grima's claim. "You and I are both well versed in magic that even I know that sneaking anything of the sort past you would be far from trivial," Freyr lifts one of the pedals to play in a sharp tone. "And what sort of effect do you suspect me of casting on you,"

Grima refuses to give Freyr any sort of immediate response as he fumbles to come up with an answer. The fell dragon still struggling to come to terms with his own evolving emotions, Grima couldn't help but shift the blame onto others — especially with his growing sense of ease and comfort in Askr. So, instead of a proper response, Grima elects to scoff and resume reading as if he had never said anything in the first place.

And the two return to their comfortable silence, Grima reading and Freyr playing the harp. Even when Kiran takes a seat and joins the two, silence continues to envelop them. He basks in Freyr's music, the instrumentation sounding like no other when played by a divine being. It's only when Freyr finishes his piece and slowly places the harp back in its upright standing position that the silence is broken once more, this time by Freyr himself.

"What did you think?" Freyr's eyes are partially opened. His soft, doughy cheeks appear even more rounded as they dimple from him smirking at Kiran's expression of awe.

“I’ve never heard that song before. It was wonderful,” Kiran shifts in his seat to rest leisurely on the arm rest.

“It was a song of my own invention, so I would hope that I would be the first to play it for you; I needed to alter my usual melody so as to not accidentally infuse any of my magic into the sound, lest those who would wound my character with baseless accusations find an actual case,”

“Do not even think to speak on my correct ideas; just because you are under contract does not mean you are powerless to tap into your full power,” Grima snaps his book shut with magic. The purple aura radiating from the item slowly dissipates before falling down with no more magic holding it up; it falls down onto Grima’s chest, getting caught for a bit from the plush landing surface for a moment until it slides down Grima’s gut and eventually reaches the floor. “These contracts may hold those weakling humans, but it is nothing more than a formality for us,” Grima’s biceps strain and wobble as he sluggishly pulls himself off the creaking and groaning couch.

Freyr and Kiran are now both turned to face the irritated Grima; the two watch him exert all the energy in his short, obese body to simply lift himself up off the couch. It takes a couple minutes for Grima to fully stand up. Despite his access to arcane magic from having divine dragon blood infused to him, lifting up his serious poundage is no easy task, which leaves him with his entire face a bright, exhausted red as he huffs to regain his breath. He keeps a meaty hand on the armrest of the couch to keep himself standing.

Freyr allows Grima to indulge in his brief respite before speaking, Grima pausing his waddling upon hearing him speak. “You are correct in stating that the contracts hold little sway over those like us. Yet, I would never wish to directly interfere too much in the future of other realms. So why is it that you have not acted upon anything when you have much more reason to do so?” Freyr calmly maintains his posture while on the still too small ottoman. With his hands no longer occupied by his harp, he has his hands collapsed together in front of him, the mitts for hands resting on his exposed blubbery gut.

Mulling over Freyr’s words, Grima’s eyes narrow as he finds himself cornered.

Before anything more can possibly come out of Grima’s explosive temperament, Kiran finally stands up. He places a hand on Grima’s portly shoulder while looking down to make eye contact with him. “What Freyr means to say, is that we realize the changes you’ve made in Askr. And no one is criticizing you for it. In fact, we’re proud of you. I’m proud of you,” Kiran has to really bend down to give Grima a peck on the cheek, Kiran pressing against swathes of fat to reach his jowls. But the fell dragon relents, standing still and grumbling to himself with a now pinker hue on his face from embarrassment — praise from Kiran always getting to him.

“Now, why don’t you join the rest? Movie night is about to start,” Kiran gives Grima a small push, the impact doing nothing to budge Grima even an inch. Kiran shifts his attention over to Freyr who still has a small smirk on his face. Kiran offers him a hand, pulling up the large goat from his seat.

“You didn't say anything wrong,,,” Kiran groans to himself from being unable to find any ill intent or poor choice of words from Freyr. “But-” Kiran is interrupted by Freyr taking initiative and kissing him before he can say anything else. One hand on Freyr’s back, Kiran’s other hand rests against his chest, getting an overflowing handful of Freyr’s tits.

“But, next time I shall go easier on him,” Freyr pats Kiran’s head before heading off to join the others without another word.

Kiran now left groaning and muttering to himself like Grima earlier, he scoffs after gaining back a semblance of coherency. Leaving for a quick moment, he goes to the dining hall to go grab the night’s dinner.

By the time he returns with an entire cart loaded to capacity with food, Kiran’s face slowly begins to hurt as his smile widens at the sight.

Corrin ever eager to prove himself, the chubby dragon moves at a brisk pace to ferry over his immense stash of baked treats from today. His blubbery lil tummy constantly escapes past his tight black shirt despite Corrin tugging the fabric down every so often. And his tail that drags behind him occasionally bumps into furniture from the rush. His efforts are clearly visible however, the multiple tables around the living area filled with several trays of confectionary goods.

Seated to the side, Duma is in charge of the popcorn; he refuses to make them any other way than his own. With a large metal pot beside him, Duma supplies his own fire to heat and cook the kernels. Stopping at just the right time, Duma perfecting his technique, he immediately fills up a mega tub with nothing but the cooked snack. Despite working with such direct heat, the immense divine dragon only has a smidge of sweat on his portly face which he fans his shirt in an attempt to cool himself.

Tibarn at a far too large size to provide much assistance in getting ready, he simply provides his presence. He still has the dignity to at least wait to fully dig into the snack provided, instead only occasionally putting away a treat like the rest. Seated at the center with only a slight angle, Tibarn has a direct view to the empty, barren wall. Unwilling to quiet begin his binging, TIbarn does at least leisurely drink, unaffected by the amount he puts away.

Grima much the same, he sits on his couch with nothing much to do but wait. Filling up the entire space, he tiredly waits for the movie to start to begin his binging. In the meanwhile, he does tear through the entire tray of sugar cookies at record speed. Grima has a dusting of crumbs and sugar over his chest, the remnants of his snacking landing perfectly on his jutting chest and expansive gut.

Seteth holds several tomes in his hands. Seated on a two seater, he only takes up half of the space. He slowly goes through the pile of tomes to remember the synopsis of each one and to pull out the ones most recently watched. Tables taken up from food, he places the much larger pile of watched films to the empty side of the couch and places the smaller pile of movies on his sizable belly to hold them. After going through the entire stack, he stands up to hand the pile of available movies to Freyr.

Freyr seated by himself between Duma’s and Tibarn’s seats, the obese man has a generous portion of room left for himself. Though if another were to sit with him, the accommodation would be uncomfortable for the other person. Upon receiving the stack of tomes, he places them beside himself, the books nearly wedged between plush lard from his gut and the armrest. With it Duma’s turn to select the film, Freyr reads out the synopsis of the works.

Kiran arriving has the group’s attention diverted for a moment as they settle in and make their last minute adjustments to get comfortable. Handing out everyone’s tray of food, Kiran first grabs the selected film from Duma.

“The Dragon Wore Black,” Kiran inspects the cover of the tome as Freyr hands him it.

“Duma preferred something a bit more intense,” Freyr responds to Kiran’s confusion about the movie on revenge. Freyr in turn accepts his two plates of food from Kiran in exchange for the book.

“I wish to see the human’s depictions of dragons. And to know if they truly comprehend the depths of our willpower,” Duma smiles to himself, having low hopes for the movie but curious to see how it plays out regardless.

Kiran says nothing else as he places the magical tome upright into a stand. The summoner not entirely sure of how the thing works, the device — which works similar to a projector — had been for sale by one of the Anna’s who claimed it could display fantastic works for private viewing. Light envelops the entirety of the empty wall, the movie immediately starting with the tome slotted inside the device. Quickly handing out the rest of the food, Kiran only sits down when the only platter that remains is his own dish. Seated on his own seat next to where Seteth and Corrin sit, Kiran smiles to himself before finally paying attention to the movie, glad for his time in Askr.

#my writing #the s supports #fat emblem #feeder emblem #fat fiction #ssbhm #male weight gain #weight gain #fat story

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thewertsearch · 2 years

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Asks Compilation 25/07

[ god I wish this was true 😂 we don't get any deliberate ones really, but a lot of accidental ones I have to catch lol - C ]

People have spoiled future Aspects, but that's OK, I told them to!

As far as I’m aware, Hiveswap is one of the few Homestuck tie-ins which is actually canon to the comic.

I’ll probably liveblog it - after I’m done the comic - but I’m not sure if I’ll do it immediately afterwards, or wait for the whole thing to release first.

It's fun - the more Homestuck lore I get in the liveblog, the more I can expand the lore of the adventure!

The charger sword sounds sick, actually. I wonder if Sahlee uses chargerkind, or if she had something else to hand when she was assigning her Strife Specibus?

I like the idea that she’s really into Troll Star Trek. Since it was produced in a military empire, it probably has a very different tone to Human Star Trek...

“Space. The final battlefield.”

In other words, Life finds a way.

AA, the kidsona, pirated the game and just started messing around with it. Unbeknownst to her, TT, the trollsona, connected as her server player and deployed her starting gear.

TT hasn’t entered yet, and is currently still on Alternia. Let's hope she can get in soon!

Oh what? That's cool. These guys seem less and less human as we go!

Oh, I can definitely see it.

It’d be nice if she got Rei’s 'I am not a puppet' arc - although hopefully it won’t end with her turning all of trollkind into Faygo.

I can understand the Mind and Doom associations. Coding is a pretty cerebral task, and the most prominent programming language in the comic is Doom-themed.

Dunno about Light, Space and Time though. I guess you could say coding = computers = electrcity = electromagnetism = Light, but that’s very tenuous.

But... whatever about its paradoxical status, Davesprite's timeline is still canon, right? It was depicted in the comic, and its consequences are driving the plot. Seems pretty cut-and-dry to me.

I’ve picked up a lot of Classes and Aspects over the summer - twenty-one, in total!

The known classes are the Heir, Seer, Knight, Witch, Rogue, Sylph, Mage, Page, Maid, Bard, and Prince.

The known Aspects are Breath, Light, Time, Space, Mind, Rage, Void, , Doom, Life, and Blood.

I think the coolest-sounding title I can come up with is the Witch of Void.

Interestingly, this would imply that your Class can change over time. If it’s based on your life experiences, it sort of has to change, since you keep gaining more life experiences.

Would baby Players even have classes, in this case? If you made a second clone of John the Player - one not destined to play Sburb - would he develop a Title, too?

[ anything that builds Vriska hype is approved - C ]

Oh, I'm so ready.

[ https://youtu.be/U0m-k6qZMx8?t=150 they know... - C ]

Screw it, let's check this out.

...heh, this is all very early 2000s. It’s weirdly nostalgic to go through, even though I never watched these as a kid - and even though I wasn’t even on the internet in 2000. I started in about ‘04, with Runescape.

Yes, and it's fucking great.

I love how it means there's a small chance that Undertale and Homestuck were started on the same computer.

Of course. Just like in every universe, the great visionary, John Cusack, is destined to develop Linux.

Thanks!! It’s actually really nice having asks to point out stuff I missed, so I can fully understand what it is I'm seeing.

We won't know for sure until the Homestuck movie comes out in 2035, and we can hear their canon pronunciations.

Oh, ok, that actually makes a lot more sense than my interpretation. All the prototypings we’ve seen so far would then conform to the rule, and a kernel with nothing dead in it would be as rare as it’s supposed to be.

Sollux didn’t even release Vii on Alternia.

Fuck all those other trolls, this editor is for himself and himself alone.

Nah, AA's is just as easy. I think I'm just starting to remove quirks a little overzealously, lmao

Prototype them both in a sprite together to create The Ultimate Player.

Glitches as horror is so underrated.

What if this happened to Future Rose and Dave? What if their broken session started to yield broken items?

I'd love to have seen some of this early speculation. Cat mentioned the Homestuck forums have been irreparably destroyed, which really fucking sucks. Hopefully at least some of it got archive.org’d.

Ayyy!

Oh my god, do you think AG is the type to be like...

“It's all in your head!!!!!!!! Mental illness isn't real, you just need to fight it off with willpower! ::::)”

#asks #full liveblog #act 5 #classpect

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springautumn · 7 months

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𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: an insomnia riddled night ends up with you tossing and turning in the middle of the night. Luckily, you have Eddie by your side.

Warnings: none (Eddie is accidentally elbowed but that's it)

AN: this is a repost from January 2023 with the title changed, hopefully this shows up in the tags this time

No amount of tossing and turning could help you get to sleep.

The street lamp outside flickered, the last blinks of its bright orange glow mocking you before the light eventually dimmed. Even a light on the street went to sleep before you could.

A deep sigh escaped you, its echo quietly travelling across the room before transforming back into the bitter silence that overtook the trailer.

You had tossed and turned all night, trying to find a comfortable position until you settled onto your back, tired eyes fixed onto the ceiling. Nothing could get you to sleep, and the worst part was you had no idea why. Stress from the upcoming finals, the cold seeping in through the window, the persistent ache in your calf- it all added up yet you were pretty sure none were to blame for your nightly bout of insomnia. It was one of those cases where your brain wouldn’t switch off.

A soft grumble pulled your attention from the ceiling. Looking to your right, you smiled at the sight of Eddie sleeping, his mouth slightly open with his hand curled underneath his pillow, his hair a messier tangle of curls.

Tonight was the third night in a row he stayed late at the garage, working overtime before the owner closed shop for a while, leaving Eddie to pass out as soon as his head fell onto the pillow, fast asleep for the entire night.

“Jerk,” you muttered enviously, gently running your thumb atop his chin to wipe away the soot he never managed to wash off. He was so tired he simply wiped a towel on his face instead of his usual wash routine, his aching muscles screaming for the rest he needed.

Your touch was feather-light, quick to yank your thumb away when he shifted in his sleep to face you. You didn’t want to wake him; it felt cruel to have him suffer with you, especially after he worked himself to the bone to make up for the work he’ll miss soon.

You adjusted your position once again, only to accidentally elbow Eddie in the ribs, letting out a gasp on instinct as Eddie woke up with a snort, blinking rapidly to rid the blurriness from his eyes.

"W'ssit? Who's dead?" he mumbled groggily.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," you whispered, scrunching your eyes closed. "Nothing happened, go back to sleep."

Eddie flickered his gaze to you, his brows furrowed as he turned towards you, his arm slipping around your waist protectively.

Even half-asleep in complete darkness, Eddie could read you like a book, easily recognising when you needed comfort.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, covering a wide yawn with the back of his hand.

You shook your head, guilty you woke him up despite your adamant plan not to. “Just one of those nights”

Eddie let out a hum, now fully alert. “How about a bedtime story? I heard those can help.”

“Why not?” you shrugged, letting yourself close your eyes in anticipation. At this hour, you were ready to try again.

Eddie cleared his throat, taking a deep breath to prepare himself, his official ‘Dungeon Master’ voice at the ready. “Long ago, in a realm of evil, twenty rings existed: three for elves, seven for dwarves, nine for men, and one made by the Dark Lord Sauron. Now, Sauron poured all his evil and his will to dominate into this ring, which obviously was bad news for the elves, dwarves and nine men. So they all formed an alliance…”

You peeked one eye open as you heard him continue the familiar story. Both eyes now open, your lips formed a bright smile as your head turned towards your boyfriend: the gallant storyteller. One glance at you had him stop talking, his next words forgotten at the sight of the playful gleam in your eyes.

“What?” he asked, a smile gracing his full lips.

“Nice try, that’s the plot of The Hobbit,” you said with a hearty chuckle.

“Lord of the Rings, smartass” he deadpans, leaning over you to kiss you, smothering your growing giggles. His hand on your cheek, he stole two more kisses before he pulled back, letting out a deep breath as he tightened his arms around you to pull you into his chest, your head coming to rest directly on his heart.

You bit your lip, bashfully sneaking a glance at Eddie, your smile growing when you saw Eddie staring back at you, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, which grew tenfold when you let out a nervous chuckle.

“Alright, I got another one. I think you’ll like this one,” Eddie told you, breaking the silence that passed over you.

“Shoot,” you closed your eyes once again, hoping this story would do the trick.

“Once upon a time, let’s say a year ago,” Eddie began, forgoing the dramatics. “The brave men of the Hellfire club were spending the usual day of surviving the purgatory that is Hawkins High. Two of those brave men, the freshly joined Bard and Cleric were in danger of some good-for-nothing jocks. Eddie the Banished saw this and was ready for a call to arms, but somebody already beat me to it. An angel sent down from heaven. She shook a can of soda and heaved the exploding liquid down the main ringleader’s shirt. He ran away with his tail between his legs and left us alone since that day.”

His smooth voice combined with the steady ba-bumps of his heartbeat in your ear, as well as the feeling of his knuckles travelling up and down your spine, was enough to soothe you into sweet oblivion, your eyes fluttering as you struggled to keep up with his words.

“Sounds like the angel came at the right time,” you mumbled drowsily, your brain finally shutting off and allowing you to have the rest you needed.

Eddie looked down and once he knew you were asleep, he gently lifted your head onto your pillow. “Couldn’t agree more, angel.”

He softly kissed your head, letting out a sleepy breath as he closed his eyes, the warmth pulling him back into slumber, the feeling of you in his arms bringing him content.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #my writing

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jack-is-lost · 2 years

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Project Update

I've devoted quite a bit of time toward a comic project that I hope to share with everyone soon. By soon I mean... well, maybe not within a few days or a week from now, but hopefully by the end of October/beginning of November! Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm going to definitely push to post at least one page roughly around that time frame. This is also why I've slowed down with responding to ASKs or posting doodles. I've been really enjoying storyboarding the first chapter, which has surpassed 25 pages, so it has taken a lot of my attention this past week or two. 😅 Sorry - This comic will be a long ongoing project too. I honestly don't see it being finished within a year, maybe not even two years — it really depends. Especially when considering how many chapters it'll take to fully showcase it in all its glory. Or the additional bits I might add for visual flavor; doodles, extra content, etc.

Before I ramble on further, I want to mention this comic will be my first attempt to tackle such a big project. Ya' know, something that isn't a simple illustration or a one-page-hit-wonder, basically. I don't expect it to be perfect by any means. Hell, I expect to take the opportunity given to me as a learning tool. Something that'll allow me to figure things out and grow within my style/skills. It will 100% not be perfect, is what I'm saying.

However, this is a perfect way to explain what I meant by "opportunity". The writer of this story is not me! Yup, I'm just the illustrator guiding you on this adventure. I have graciously been given permission to draw a lovely fanfic that I've adored ever since I stumbled over it back in 2020. I am working closely with the author and, in my eyes, see this as a collab of sorts. They get FULL credit to all scenes, dialogue, and plot. They are an amazing writer, and I feel most of you might have already read this fic by them. Especially if you enjoy or admittedly ship David and Michael. No, I'm not ready to say just "who" or which story. I don't want to give away too much just yet!

But, yes, this will be a David x Michael fancomic/webcomic. If you don't particularly like that ship or disapprove of them being paired in such a fashion than please, by all means, don't read it — no one will be forcing you to consume such content. I will say this for now that it will be mature. Explicit, even, in later chapters. Such pages will not be posted directly to tumblr, of course. Not even with the new fancy label system. But I will have a link available on those particular pages. Despite me defining this to be mature, it's mainly an emotional trainwreck. Seriously, be prepared for that.

As briefly mentioned, I do plan to post everything but said explicit scenarios to tumblr on a side blog dedicated specifically for the comic (and any other content related to it.) That side-blog will be kept neat and tidy as to keep it well archived and easy to read. More on that as it gets closer to me finally posting pages. (I'll post it to another website too, most likely, that allows explicit imagery which is where the link will probably take you)

Man, I am so excited for this project! I can't wait to share it with everyone! I know it'll be a long journey but for those interested in tagging along, I hope you all enjoy it 🥰

#random thoughts and rambles #95060 #David x Michael #the lost boys #(honestly just me rambling about a comic project while trying to not give too much away at the same time)

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As you immobilize the first slime five more come out from the bushes behind you! It’s an ambush! These slimes seem to be behaving differently from the ones you had encountered before, they seem to be trying to guide you into the immobile slime they have you sandwiched between

Huh... an interesting change of tactics! Surely they won't-

ROLL: 7

Ah. She's able to blast just one of them, but the rest manage to push her into the immobile slime... which proves itself to be a lot more mobile than expected! It was too big to move from its spot, but it can still move! It starts trying to offload its watery mass into Bubbie, snaking a bloated pseudopod up to her mouth and pumping!

ROLL: 8

This thing has far more gallons of water in it than our dragon could expect to hold, so hopefully she'll escape soon... but for each time she fails to struggle out of its grip, it pumps her full of another gallon of water! Two gallons already, her stomach is feeling thick and sloshy...

ROLL: 19

She's out, but can she keep herself from being pushed back in? The slimes have her corralled in pretty tightly...

ROLL: 12

She manages to blast a couple more of them. Not out of the woods yet, but she's close!

ROLL: 7

The other two jump at her, and one misses, but the other hits her in the hip, causing her to stumble back against the immobile slime! It quickly takes advantage of the opportunity to seize her and pump another gallon... and suddenly, her chest swells out!

ROLL: 17

She breaks free again, and...

ROLL: 1 (CRITICAL FAIL!)

The two remaining slimes wind up for a strong coordinated leap, hitting her square in the chest and pushing her... INSIDE the immobile slime! She's going to have to try a lot harder to get out of this one, and with her fully immersed, the slime can pump twice as fast!

ROLL: 4

Too shocked and surprised to regain her bearings particularly quickly, the slime eagerly pumps another gallon of water into her! Her chest explodes outward with liquid mass, filling up just about as much as her belly!

ROLL: 17

A bit of struggling gets her closer to the slime's surface, but she's not done yet!

ROLL: 13

Closer, closer... one more good tug, and she'll be through...

ROLL: 6

But she's not quite there yet, and the slime eagerly offloads another two gallons of water - this time, nearly all of it seems to go to her chest! Something's causing her breasts to act like some sort of water-sink!

ROLL: 18

Finally, she breaks free of the large slime, immediately twisting around to ready an icicle bolt, and-

ROLL: 2

Getting immediately shoved facefirst against the big one and pumped with another gallon of water.

ROLL: 8

And another. She's getting awfully waterlogged, but at least her chest is taking the bulk of it...

ROLL: 11

Barely, just barely escapes!

ROLL: 3

And then gets grabbed again.

ROLL: 2

And pumped with even more water - she's got at least ten gallons in her by now, thankfully split between her belly and breasts.

ROLL: 5

More...

ROLL: 19

She breaks out...

ROLL: 19

And finally blasts them! Gasping for breath, she stumbles just far enough away from the remaining large slime to sit down on the ground and catch her breath, watching it wobble helplessly in place. Thirteen gallons of water, leaving her with waterballoon tits sticking out a full foot from her chest. Fortunately, whatever magic made them act as a water reserve also seems to help them maintain a reasonable amount of perk - though they are absolutely back-breakingly heavy.

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thehunterstracks · 2 years

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The First Hunt (Ch.1)

A small cabin in the forest sat quietly alone inside,The Hunter sat on the window sill reading. The cabin was warm and smelled of charcoal from the fireplace, books littered the surfaces of the tables in the cabin. A pot was boiling some vegetables for dinner, just The Hunter and their tracker.Candles burning were the only source of light during that time, the sun had set about an hour ago.

The tracker was curled up by the door waiting for a call to be made. They had been informed of a new job offer coming soon.It was curled up comfily, ready for anything at any moment. Its walls weren't fully down though, as they typically weren't.

“Any call yet?” The Hunter asked, putting down their book to look up at their companion.It shook its head, assuring the boss it hadn't seen any movement outside either.

“Disappointing, shall I make us tea while we wait?” The Hunter asked, standing up, their book is forgotten on the table.The tracker nodded and got up to follow The Hunter. Sitting on the kitchen counter it questioned "What do you think the new employers will be like?".

The Hunter hummed. “I don’t know Hakim, hopefully cooperative.” They grabbed two mugs from a shelf and prepared the kettle. “Chamomile or Lady Gray?” They asked.

"Chamomile please !!" it said, moving from the counter it was sitting on over to its partner. "I hope the job isn't too quick, what's the fun if it's over too soon?" it said with a slight frown.

The Hunter chuckled softly, lighting the stove and placing the kettle upon the flame. “Sadistic little thing, aren’t you?” They teased.

"Come on," chuckled Hakim, a sly smile on its unmasked face "can't I play with my food a little?"

“You do what you like, little fox, but I prefer to kill my prey before I eat it first.” The Hunter hummed, taking the kettle off the stove as it whistled loudly. They poured the hot water into both mugs and added the tea bags, handing one to the smaller figure.

The Tracker happily took the cup, blowing on it to cool it down. "Understood, I simply enjoy it more when there's more fight. I guess I'm just easily under-stimulated." It took a little sip of the tea.

“Fair, I suppose.” The Hunter agreed, lifting the mug to take a sip. “Good choice, Chamomile has always been my favorite before going out.”

"To be honest with you," the tracker looked down at its cup "I believe you're the one that got me hooked on it." It ended the sentence with the sly smile it had been wearing turning into a much softer, approachable smile.

“Really? How interesting. The smallest things are always the best ones I suppose.” Hummed The Hunter. “But I must say, your mischievous side has taken a toll on me.”

"In the good or bad way?" Questioned the smaller of the two. It raised the cup to its lips to find none left, it wasn't lying about truly enjoying the tea.

“Does it matter?” They answered. “Would you like more tea?”

It nodded, quickly handing its cup to the taller one. Once the cup was out of its hands it quickly perked up its ears at the notice of a ringing phone. It quickly ran to answer it, wondering if it was the newest employer.

As The Hunter poured more tea for the smaller one of the two, they chuckled softly at its fast response to the ringing.

The voice on the other end was, crackly if you could even slightly describe it. The soft sound of static quickly rang through its ears, a moment later and it quickly grabbed a pen and paper to Wright the address the voice of the other end was saying. However when its brain seemed to catch up with what was happening it realized it wasn't an address but coordinates, and a time to meet there.

Once done writing the coordinates and time it ran back to its companion's side, not after a proper goodbye of course.

“Intriguing.” The Hunter said, looking at the coordinates that their partner had written down. “I remember an old client who did that.”

The Hunter gave the newly filled mug back to their smaller companion, taking their own and putting it away.

"Yes well, it seems we may have to finish our tea quicker than we would like, they wish us to meet them in little under an hour." The tracker explained, taking a sip of the warm tea.

“I see. Well, finish that cup and we’ll start to head towards the coordinates. I can go look at the map to see where we’re going, we might need to prepare for the weather.” The Hunter ordered, grabbing their fur cloak and taking a look at the map rested on the kitchen table.

“It seems that our client may be an operator, considering their urgency.” The Hunter commented.

The tracker quickly finished its tea, looking at the weather. It seemed like rain.

"Operators are surely always something, I hope they don't want the job done too quickly," it said. a small frown forming on its face.

“Yes, they are. At least they pay well. Most of them do want things out of the way very quickly, however, so you might be right.” The Hunter sighed, grabbing some supplies and their gun. “Do you think I’ll need regular bullets or A. Bullets?” They asked.

"You could take the regular bullets, and I'll hold onto your A. Bullets?" it said, tucking its dagger into its boots. "By the way, do you know where my raincoat is?"

“In the closet.” The Hunter responded, loading their gun.

It made its way to the closet, grabbing its raincoat and tucking its crossbow onto its belt. "thank you!" it said, a mix of adoration and thankfulness. It walked over to the Hunter.

“Are you all ready?” They asked, strapping on their gun and handing Hakim a couple of Angel Bullets for safekeeping.

"Pretty much," it said, grabbing its bushel of arrows, and sticking the A. bullets into a small compartment inside. "Oh yeah, Jadis, do you wanna play some checkers when we get done?" a playful smile crept onto its face.

“Are you trying to scam me again?” Jadis asked, suspicious of their friend’s antics. They pulled up their hood and stepped outside, it was drizzling slightly.

Tracker followed, closing the door behind it. "Why would I ever scam you? I can't believe you'd accuse me of such a thing !" It said, feigning shock.

“Oh hush, yes I’ll play. Now let’s get going.” Hunter sighs, heading towards the coordinates of the client.

"Yes! Alright, let's head out." It said, transforming into its fox form. An arctic fox, while not the best for a forest climate, is still fine when having the proper resources.

The travel was mostly silent, the sound of rain is the only noise in the forest. As they neared the coordinates, a piece of paper hung on a nearby tree. It swayed slightly, soaked by the rain.

A small sound emitted from the side of the Hunter as the Tracker changed back from its fox form. It quickly grabbed the wet note, bringing it back to its boss.

The Hunter studies the note quietly, it looked rushed, like it was written by a child. ‘ALWAYS WATCHES NO EYES’ it said. There was a drawing of a face with Xs for eyes. “How peculiar, I believe I know who our client is.” Hunter hummed in amusement. “You certainly won’t get bored with this job, little fox.”

The fox perked up at the news. "Sounds fun, are we gonna get to meet our new employer, or are they the mysterious type?" it questioned.

“Oh, I’m sure we will, however, I do not know our client personally, but I sure as hell know he isn’t the one to hire mercenaries on the spot.” The Hunter answered. “He’s more of a…‘business type’ if you will.”

"Oh, should I have donned a suit? Do they wear a suit? Are they one of those fancy people with the nice art pieces in their house?" it questioned excitedly, practically burying its partner with its questions.

“Slow down, Little Fox.” The Hunter chuckled. “Why don’t you ask them yourself?” They said as the pair had finally reached the coordinates.

It rested its hand on the crossbow on its side as they approached. It stepped a little in front of the Hunter. As much as it enjoyed fooling around, its priorities were in order.

As the pair stepped through the trees into an opening, it revealed a large mansion, big enough to hold hundreds of people. “Welcome to Slender Mansion, Little Fox. Mind your manner however, some of those who live here have a temper.” The Hunter revealed, taking their hood off and stepping towards the doors of the mansion.

The fox nodded and followed. Its hand rested on its belt instead of directly on its crossbow. It watched intently as the Hunter knocked on the doors, waiting for them to open.

Before the door opened, there were multiple ’you go get it’s before stomping was heard and the door quickly opened to reveal a masked man, slightly shorter than The Hunter.

“Who are you?” The man asked, looking the two up and down.

“We are mercenaries, called here by your Operator I believe.” The Hunter explained calmly. “Mercenaries?” The man scoffed. “As we need them, we do our jobs just fine.”

"If that were true we wouldn't be heard." It said with a smile, slightly muffled by the mask that it put on before the door opened.

“Yeah? Well listen little shit, we don’t need your help. Just go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and bury yourself, yeah?” The man snapped back, visibly irritated. The voices inside seemed to have quieted.

The fox, frankly a little taken aback, readied to throw another insult at the man in the white mask. However before it could begin its talking, a man with a blue face mask and goggles peeked around the door. "Masky what's the hold-up? You were supposed to let the gu- fuck the guests in"

“We don’t know if their guests, RODGERS. They could be some assholes who want to rob us!” Masky snapped. The Hunter sighed, this was going to be a long night.

"Slender said barely ten minutes ago that guests would arrive soon, so we can probably assume these are the guests, WRIGHT." said the "Rodgers" character. Hakim snickered at the cute bickering.

“Fine! Jesus, why are you our captain..” Masky had grumbled, opening the door all the way so that the pair could come inside. “Thank you.” Hunter had mumbled quietly, nodding to the ‘Rodgers’ person and stepping inside.

The Tracker gave a small nod of appreciation. It noticed the fine interior of the home. While its questions of the house being very fancy weren't fully wrong, they weren't completely right either. The home looked very nice, but it looked lived in by several people. It was apparent that the two they'd met were only a small part of the cast

“Welp. I’m going to my room. Bye.” Masky has said before quickly rushing to his room to avoid any more ‘annoyances’. “…feisty one, isn’t he?” The Hunter joked, turning to the smaller man.

"Yeah he's been a bit," the man paused to think of his next words, trying to plan out so he doesn't stutter too bad "on edge currently. Well he's on edge pretty much alwe- shit always, but I assume you aren't here to talk about him?" he quickly moved to close the door behind the pair

“No, we are not. May I ask where we must go to find your boss?” The Hunter questioned, towering over the smaller two beside them.]

The boy thought for a moment before moving to guide them to the dining room. "Of course, right this way." He gestured into the room, standing propped up in the doorway.

“Thank you…?” The Hunter had said expectantly, silently asking for a name before entering the room before them.

"Toby Rogers and you two are?" he said, returning the question.

“Just call us the Hunter and Tracker, no need for names when it’s been thousands of years.” The Hunter responded, bowing slightly to Toby before entering the room.The Tracker gave a polite nod and small bow to the man before following its boss. Toby continued to rest on the door, waiting for the interaction that was about to unfold.As the two entered the room, a tall lanky man with no head features in a black suit sat before them at a desk littered with papers and books. He ‘looked’ expectantly at the two as they entered. ”Right on time, as usual, Hunter.” The man spoke in a smooth voice. “Thank you, old friend. You called?” The Hunter responded.

”Indeed I did. I’m having trouble with a particular demon, they have been wondering for too long in our territory. I have sent my proxies out but they came back empty-handed, I should have expected it. I would like you to find this demon and bring them to me, I need a word with them.” The man explained, The Hunter nodded understanding the assignment. “You mustn’t go so hard on them, you know, they are human.” They said, referring to the earlier insult about the man’s workers.

"Frankly, I find it interesting any humans have lasted this long working for you." the fox spoke, quickly speaking again once they realized its words could be misinterpreted. "Meant as a compliment of course," it gave a quick look to Toby before looking back at the Tall man "I should know humans aren't too durable." It said, reflecting on the days before it was immortal.

”I take it that you too were human once, yes? Maybe the incompetent fools that do my bidding could take after you, little fox.” The man had stated. ”However that is not what you're here for, let’s get back to business, shall we? My proxies shall fill you in on the details of the assignment, just bring the demon back alive and you shall have your payment.” Soon, a slight ringing was heard, and the man had sent out a signal for the others.

“We will be as quick as possible, as promised.” The Hunter had responded.

"I'll fill you in while Slender does some other business," Toby started. "I'll give you all the information on the demon. I'll be waiting in the living room for you two" with that statement he walked out of the room.

The Hunter nodded, and they looked down at their companion. “May you go meet him first? I would like to talk alone with our client.” They asked softly.

"Of course!" it said cocking its head, before quickly walking into the living room to get the information.

“Play nice.” They said watching their friend leave the room. “I’m under the impression that you would like Tracker to stay here for a couple of weeks? To train your proxies I assume?” Hunter had asked after their companion was out of earshot.

”Indeed, you may stay as well if you like.” The man offered, and Hunter nodded. “I understand, we’ll report back to you when the assignment is done.” They said before stepping out of the room.

The tracker finally had the demon in its hands, reporting their location to the Hunter. It quickly dropped down from the tree, making sure it was heard. The prey turned towards it quickly pulling out a weapon of their own. The Tracker quickly charged its prey, going low to try to trip them. The demon jumped, turning quickly to the tracker. However, they quickly found two things. First was a sudden pain in their ankle, looking down they found a bear trap clamped around their leg. The second they found when they looked up, was a gun. Aimed directly at their head.

“…grab the rope.” The Hunter had ordered. “Our client needs them alive.”

"Will do!" said the tracker, quickly running for the rope it stashed in a nearby tree. Bringing it back, it hog-tied the demon.

“Great, now let’s get going. We don’t need them to call their friends.” The Hunter said, hauling the demon over their shoulder and starting to walk back to the mansion.

The tracker quickly followed, knocking on the door of the mansion when they arrived. Toby had opened the door for them, instructing them on where The Slenderman was.

The demon struggled, screeching louder as the group approached the office.

The demon was thrown on the floor in front of the tall, faceless man. The Hunter and Tracker are in front of him. The mission had gone smoothly, though it took a bit long.

“Sorry for the wait, they were a bit of a hassle.” The Hunter said apologetically, they put a hand over their bicep wincing slightly. “Put up a bit of a fight too.”

"Meant they were fun to play with though!" The Tracker addressed the tall man with a nod, before sitting on a chair beside the counter.The Hunter nodded. “Now, about that agreement..” They had said, not mentioning it until now. ”Indeed.” The tall man had agreed.

The fox looked at the two quizzically, tempted to ask if it should leave the room.

The tall man had turned his head slightly to look at The Tracker. ”Your mentor and I have agreed on letting you stay here at the mansion for a couple of weeks, they shall be staying with you, of course.” The Tracker looked to its boss before turning its head to the faceless man. "Is there any catch here?" It said jokingly, wondering what the reasons behind this visit were.

”You’ll be training my proxies. In your 300 or more years of life, and because of your mentor, I’m sure you’ll have experience.” The man explained.

"Ahhhhh I see," a smile appeared on the fox's still masked face. "How rough do you need me to be on 'em? Any specifics you need me to teach 'em? Loyalty? Fighting? Defense?" It questioned, excited for the new opportunity.

“Slow down, little fox.” The Hunter chuckled softly. “You’ll have to get to know them each in a battle to know what they need.”

Its head flicked to the Hunter. "Oh so, one-on-one training? I get to study them?" it let out a small snicker before readjusting its position on the chair. It temporarily stopped to look at Toby, who had been standing against the entrance wall. Toby could feel the slightly sinister grin it was giving him.

”In a way, your mentor will be watching to make sure that there will be no…interruptions.” The man had said in a slightly staticky tone. The Hunter nodded.

"Are there any possible 'interruptions' I should be aware of?" It wondered whether it should be concerned or excited.

”Well, I am aware that you seem to grow attached. Your feelings get in the way, so if they were to interrupt your training…I might have it just be you instead of you AND your mentor. Sound fair?” The man threatened, standing to full height.The smaller of the four gave a small sound of disappointment before responding. "I suppose that sounds fair, as long as The Hunter is safe I'll agree to this deal," it said, reaching out a hand absentmindedly.

”Wonderful, you’ll start tomorrow.” The man agreed, shaking the smaller one’s hand. In doing so, called the other two proxies to the office.

Toby stood up as the others approached. The fox retracted its hand, and stood from its seat, putting the chair back in its original spot. "Does that mean we get to sleep here too?" it questioned, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it out loud for reassurance.

”Indeed, your rooms should be on the third floor.” The man directed. “You called, ‘Boss’?” A voice had interrupted, it was the man who had answered the door before.The Tracker's eyes had landed on the masked man with the hoodie over his head, before snapping back to Slender to hear the instructions for his proxies. These were going to be some very fun weeks.

(A/N: So sorry for the wait!! We were bit busy with school starting. :]]]]] -Phrog

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta oc #masky and hoody #ticci toby #slenderverse #slender family #slenderman #fanfiction #fanfic

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mothernatureknows · 2 years

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Tidal Concerns

for @intergalacticxmisfits

“All seems quiet...” the siren scans their surroundings, his piercing gaze sweeping the beach. “No signs of humans or my people. Minjae, you may surface.”

Kai turns back to Minjae, the mer breaking the surface of the water. They’re a few feet from land, their respective tails swiping at the soft sand at the bottom. It should be relatively easy to push on through and transform here unnoticed. Kai had led them both to this secluded portion of the beach, where little to no humans—or sirens—would spot them. They should be safe.

Hopefully.

With a practiced ease, Kai let the surf carry him to shore, his tail already shifting to human legs. His freshly-formed toes dig into the wet sand, leaving faint imprints behind. The siren looks back at his companion, pausing in place.

The image before him is, honestly, lamentable.

Kai is so used to exiting the water in one fell swoop, ready to run if necessary. Even before he was given permission to go on land, he would hang around hidden caves with Eli, and watch as his blood brother transformed before him.

Now, Minjae was a different tale. Quite literally.

Minjae’s lavish, thick tail drags behind him as the mer crawls his way to Kai. Despite the air exposure, it doesn’t seem to transform quite yet. Rather, it continues to remain as is, even as they’re past the point of being able to swim through the water.

With some impatience, Kai loops his arms under Minjae’s and drags the mer back, releasing a slight grunt of exertion. Mers were known to be a tad heavier than sirens— a large portion of the former’s body mass was in their tail. Even with Kai’s accrued strength, it took him a bit longer to drag the mer out, not missing out on the relative thickness of Minjae’s tail.

Warily, he turns his head back and forth to ensure that his first sweep had been accurate and there really weren’t any beings nearby. Still, like before, the coast is all clear—their only other companions being the stars and the sea.

Kai continues to pull Minjae up until they reach an entirely dry patch of land, letting the mer down. “Alright, no more water. You must turn now.”

For a moment, Kai feels uneasy. He is aware that mers don’t turn as often as sirens. Mers have the luxury of almost never surfacing, keeping to their precious cities, encompassed by a protective ring of sirens. They don’t have anything to worry about.

But after the recent events that unfolded, Kai must risk this transformation.

Kai just hopes that Minjae may fulfill his expectation.

Sure enough, after a painstakingly long time, Kai begins to notice the first signs of the transformation. Minjae’s scales start to recede, his tail separating and thinning out. Kai briefly wonders if it’s painful for Minjae, having to change into a bipedal, after being a merman for his entire life. Kai knows that it had been a strange process for himself.

The moon peers down at the odd pair, its pale light illuminating their figures and the, quite sudden, brand new, never before seen legs of Minjae. Kai steps closer, bending down to his knees. He only makes brief eye contact with Minjae for approval before he reaches out and prods at the mer’s legs, checking that they really felt like human legs.

“Let us see here. They are firm, no scales in sight,” Kai says, patting Minjae’s knees next. “Seem to be fully formed. I assume that you are not in any pain, for now. As for using them...”

Kai proceeds to haul Minjae up, allowing the latter to use him as a crutch. “You shall be wobbly for a short time, but you will become accustomed to them soon enough. For now, you will hold onto me tightly. Under no circumstances are you to let me go, understood?” He doesn’t wait for the mer to nod, but holds Minjae tight to his side, standing evenly with him.

“Follow as I do,” the siren points to his own legs. “And be quick. We must reach the dormitories before any person wakes.” Such were the last words of the siren, hence moving briskly to the CAU campus, the two pairs of legs making their way through the sand and pavement, hoping for an easy trip and a better tomorrow.

#intergalacticxmisfits #c:Kai;;#{ v; Buried Beneath the Crashing Waves. }#{ YASSSSSSSS }#{ ok i had been thinking about this and wanted to write something short for it aDFGHFD }#{ well short }#{ hope you like it! }

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Family Bonding Through Mortal Violence

Seventeenth Prompt: Teaching someone how to fight

Summary: The Owlbear Cub gets a bit of training on how to tussle, but can it keep things friendly? (1003 words)

C/W: animal violence

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The Owlbear Cub circled about its foe slowly, yellow eyes locked on. The strangely-proportioned brown bear - like a fully-grown ursine, but shrunken down to the size of a cub - responded in kind, sizing up his opponent. From the other side of the clearing, Vier watched them, Scratch sitting alert at her side, both ready to jump in should the need arise; for after all, despite any signs to the contrary, the Cub was still a wild animal and it would only take a moment for a bit of practice to turn lethal.

Suddenly, the two sparring partners came to a stop, staring dead at one another. From the muzzle of the strange bear, Halsin’s voice commanded, “Observe your target. Note their stance, note their scent. Determine their intent. Your first priority should be to drive them away from you, for if you can avoid bloodshed, you should. Second priority is escape - if you’re certain your opponent has an upper hand, there is no shame in fleeing. But if either of those are impossible, then you must stand firm. Unleash your loudest war cry, and strike!”

Halsin’s maw opened wide, and an earthquaking shout exploded from his throat. The Cub screeched in return, their shouts echoing across the clearing and mixing into a single hellish shriek. Both reared up on their hind legs and grappled, claws gripping each other’s fur. Muzzle and beak both snapped, each trying to grip the other to stop them from moving. When their mouths came to a deadlock, their claws would leap into action, chunks of fur and feathers flying with each scratch.

At last, the Cub’s beak fully enclosed around Halsin’s face, and it began to wrench its head to throw Halsin off balance. Vier nearly rose to her feet, ready to break up the fight lest the Cub bite down too hard, but Scratch nudged her gently with his head.

“Don’t worry yet, friend,” he reassured her, “they haven’t gotten mean.”

With a mighty pull, the Cub brought Halsin crashing to the dirt, but the force of impact broke the two apart. Halsin scrambled to his feet quickly and engaged again, grappling with the Cub and working his way behind it. As soon as its back was in view, Halsin’s teeth bit down - hard enough to grip and pull, but not quite enough to pierce and tear.

The Cub struggled to free itself, crawling forward and turning this way and that to loose his flesh from Halsin’s jaws. With a flop onto its side, its back slipped from his grip just enough, and the two were back to a grapple once more. Both competitors lunged at each other, teeth and beak each biting into the other’s shoulder. Once more, they came to a near standstill as every little movement threatened to tip their balance.

But with another pull, the Cub brought Halsin down, and vitally, he landed on his back, throat and belly fully exposed to the Cub’s opportunistic jaws. His beak clenched around Halsin’s neck and shook him fiercely, claws digging into his shoulders to keep him pinned. Though his throat had been tightly gripped, Halsin shouted out, “I yield! Release me!” He attempted to gently push the Cub away with his feet, but its grip only tightened further.

Across the clearing, Scratch quickly rose to his feet. “Oh, no,” he whimpered as he looked to Vier, “they may be getting mean now!” Swiftly, Vier reached into her satchel and produced a bottle of fluid which would hopefully calm the Cub down, provided she got over there before it decided to tear Halsin’s throat apart. But just as she took to her feet, the Cub finally let Halsin loose, stepping away and looking him over with those massive yellow eyes.

“I-I win?” it asked, its voice so disarmingly childlike. Sometimes it was easy to forget it even was a child, since even owlbear cubs could be deadly on their own.

Wearily, Halsin pushed himself to his feet. “Yes, you win. Well done, little friend.”

The Cub hopped about gleefully, giving a joyous victory cry. “I won! I won! I beat the tree-friend!”

Vier breathed a sigh of relief as she set the potion back in her bag and crossed the clearing; Scratch was in tow for a moment, but he simply couldn’t help himself and joined the Cub in its celebratory scampering. As she bent down to check Halsin for any serious injuries, he released his Wild Shape - and Vier couldn’t help but laugh a bit as she came face-to-face with the gnome-sized elf.

“You know, I’m almost tempted to not give you the growth potion, because this is adorable,” she joked as she tended to his wounds, which were blessedly minor - only a handful of scratches, bites and bruises here and there. “You’re like a little druid doll. I can carry you around in a sling on my back until it wears off, it’ll be fun.”

“If you wished to put me in a sling, all you needed to do was ask,” Halsin chuckled in return, wincing slightly as the skin of his throat protested his mirth. “Though you may have more fun with that if I was my proper size. Hmm…then again, I am a bit of a weighty fellow, so we’d need some strong supports…perhaps being small would have its uses…”

As Halsin trailed off working out the logistics of this hypothetical encounter, Vier looked to the Cub and Scratch, who were having a much friendlier tussle in the grass. She still regretted being the one to have slain the poor creature’s mother - one false move in the owlbear’s den had led to unavoidable hostility. But because of that, Vier was determined to make sure the Cub grew up healthy and strong. Even if one day, it returned to the wild, it would go out into the world a fierce, keen hunter and would surely raise a fine family of its own.

For now, though, it was enough that the Cub was happy.

#my writing #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #owlbear cub #bg3 scratch #halsin #drow tav #cleric tav #vier alurlssrin

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Silavut the Wizard, Chapter 72

Something strange is happening.

Lurking Shadows

Back in Genat Town, with the wraith disposed of, the party was back in full swing and seemed never-ending once again. Yet another presence lurked, biding its time, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. There would soon be silence, and the party would be over.

There would be no saving the town or its people from what was to come. The wizard and his companions were now too far away to stop it. No one would know what happened until it was too late.

Shadows grew longer over time. Not like when the wraith had ruled. No. The shadows were subtle and preternatural. Something more sinister was at work.

Back in the passage, before surfacing to find what lay in wait, Silavut had a shiver as he felt a foreboding but couldn’t place it. Sehlan noticed and asked what was wrong. He shrugged and it was probably just nerves. Nara, Lothiren, and Hoish had their doubts but Silavut waved them off, again attributing it to nerves about what lay ahead.

The thing in Genat Town laughed low and wickedly to itself. It had felt the presence of the wizard. They would be dealing with other issues too much to worry about returning to Genat Town any time soon.

Just a bit longer and it would have its day. With no wraith and no wizard to stop it, Genat Town would soon be a ghost town, as would all others as it spread its havoc and desolation.

So it wasn’t really the wraith they had to worry about, they were just a small part of it; it was something else entirely. Though the wraith did use the town for their purposes, they were also keeping the presence at bay in their own way, at least for a time. Now that they were gone, there was no stopping the thing that would soon destroy everything in its path.

The scribes in Trefal’s library were scrambling to record all of this when they realized once Genat Town had fallen, they would soon be next, once it had its fill of the other towns in between. Could it be stopped, though? That was the question. If not, not only would the world be in shambles, Silavut and his companions would fail in their quest. Yet if that were the case, would not the sorceress also fail? Too many variables to calculate.

The future was now split. Which one would prevail?

(How, you may be wondering, did the scribes of Trefal know all of this? Remember, everything that happens is recorded, no matter how big or small. It was felt everywhere all at once. When it expanded, not only did it reach out to Silavut, but the whole world. Thus they knew it. Satisfied? No? Too bad. If so, good. Now on with it!)

“Are you sure you’re OK?” Sehlan asked, looking worried.

Silavut had nearly doubled over and was barely able to straighten up. “I… I think so… What was that?”

Whatever he felt, it was stronger and worse than originally thought. Once the initial feeling wore off, the shock suddenly hit, making him double over and stagger. Hoish had padded over and kept him from falling completely.

“Whatever it was, we’ll have to figure it out later. Right now, we need to get up there.” Nara pointed towards the surface.

“I felt it too, wizard. Not as strongly as you, but it certainly felt bad,” Lothiren said, comparing his smaller size to Hoish, who was two and a half times as big as the dragon in current form. The reason for the smaller size was due to the wings and tail. Silavut didn’t immediately account for those in the shrinking spell. Which was also why Lothiren was able to ride on Nara’s shoulder for a time.

Now the dragon was eager to be restored to original size. Hopefully there wasn’t anything up there to prevent Silavut from performing the restoration spell. Though none of them was sure what was up there, especially after Hoish’s warning and Silavut’s suggestion to be prepared.

It took Silavut a few more moments to finish recovering and fully straightened up. “Thanks, Hoish.”

“You’re welcome. Now, let us see what we may be dealing with. Get ready.” Hoish took point, ready to attack once they breached the surface.

Slowly and carefully they slinked up to the surface. Hoish’s face slowly emerged first, his keen eyes and ears on alert. Looking around, he didn’t notice anything. “Looks clear,” he said and started climbing out. Though once outside, things felt strange.

Silavut was next, followed by Anielle, Nara, Lothiren, and finally Sehlan. They all shuddered at the strange feeling.

“By the Powers, what is that?” Nara asked, trying to shake the feeling.

“I don’t know, but I really don’t like it. It’s not her doing, I know that. It’s not got her signature,” replied Silavut, looking around uneasily.

“Wizard, if you would, please,” Lothiren asked gently.

“Oh, yes, right, of course.” Silavut pulled out the spell book and turned to the enlargement spell. Luckily there was nothing else required to prepare, so he started the incantation. However, something didn’t feel right and stopped.

Lothiren looked at him curiously. “Why did you stop?”

“This doesn’t feel right.” Silavut looked around again. “Anyone else notice how it seems… less vibrant? Like something is taking the colors out of everything?”

“Yeah,” Anielle noted. “Now that you mention it, it does seem a little duller than it should be.” She shuddered again, making a “brr” noise. She wasn’t cold, but it was like trying to shake off a chill.

“Lothiren, I’m sorry, I think we’ll have to wait. I know how eager you are to be restored. It just doesn’t feel right doing it here.”

“I understand. We will find a more suitable location, without this… shadow… upon us. Let us hope there is someplace nearby.”

“Yeah… All right, everyone. No danger here, and no sign of the beasts or the Hangrolblest. We’ve evaded them for now. Just be on your guard.” Silavut stashed his bow and the others followed suit, putting away their weapons, except Nara.

“I think I’ll hold onto this for a while.” She raised her sword. “Right now, I just feel safer with it at the ready.”

Sehlan nodded. “Good idea.” She swapped her axe and strapped her sword for quick draw just in case.

As they made their way through the quiet village, they kept on alert, constantly watching and listening for any signs of trouble. There didn’t seem to be anyone around. Hoish had taken point so the large cat could alert them of anything ahead. Lothiren had opted for walking this time, so as not to distract anyone, taking position beside Hoish.

“Where is everyone?” Anielle whispered.

“I’m not sure,” Silavut whispered back. “It’s too quiet.”

Nara gasped.

“What’s wrong?”

“I thought… There was… That window over there.” She pointed to a small house. “I thought I saw someone behind the curtain, watching us.”

“Should we…?” Sehlan started to ask.

Silavut shook his head. “No. Too risky.”

Sehlan nodded and they continued. The odd feeling continued gnawing at their senses. Silavut knew something wasn’t right but couldn’t quite pin it down. Then he suddenly realized something.

“Wait.” He stopped and stood straight. “The weather… It’s supposed to be getting colder, but it’s warm here.”

Anielle gasped. “You’re right! I wasn’t shivering like I thought I would after that impromptu bath. In fact, I’m almost completely dry. Still want a proper bath, though.”

Sehlan looked around warily, still on guard. “So what do we do?”

“First, we find a safe place. Hopefully away from… whatever this thing is. Next, I restore Lothiren. If we can, find a place to clean up. Hopefully the beasts and Hangrolblest will be far behind us by then. Once we’ve done all that, we figure out our next plan of action. Come on, let’s get moving.”

“Right. Off we go, then.” Back in Genat Town, the thing smirked to itself. Its power was slowly starting to take hold. Once it has gained full power, nothing short of a miracle would be able to stop it. This was the moment it was waiting for.

#Silavut the Wizard #Chapter 72 #Lurking Shadows

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