#4068

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #4068:

it's okay if your story doesn't have a deeper meaning. sometimes you should just write about a jealous twink for no reason

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

Vanti (Light Bearer) & Shadow (4068) in Ling Cage S2E1

Context: Once just a lowly Dust Dweller with no proper name but the code 4068, Shadow rose swiftly to the rank of commander on equal footing with the Light Bearer after saving the city lord. The Light Bearer, who once looked down on him like an insignificant ant, harbors deep resentment and constantly puts obstacles in his way at work. Shadow remains unfazed, striking in an almost teasing manner.

[thewertsearch]

As you must have gathered by now, my employer will enter this universe quite soon. I will then relinquish my custody to him, and she will serve as his Handmaid for an eternity to be specified. [...] Though her most common of blood should have let her expire in just a dozen or two sweeps, [...]

A dozen sweeps? Rustbloods only live to be in their twenties?

Thank fuck Aradia’s a god now, is all I’ll say – and Kanaya, when you finally make the neo-Matriorb, can you please remove that trait?

[...] his curse kept her very much alive. And she did not intend to stay that way.

Ouch.

She looks so cool... but she’s so tragic... but she looks so cool...

While I am his weapon of subtlety and precision, the Handmaid is strictly an apparatus of terror and suffering. We have both paved the road to his arrival, I in my way and she in hers. She would be present during every watershed moment in her civilization's development. Her recurrance in history would earn her the reputation of a demoness, more feared than even her master, a man though dreadful rarely makes himself seen. She stirred up class warfare and intensified bigotry in whatever era she haunted.

So what you’re saying, for the record, is that trolls are so resistant to this way of living that English had to subcontract a second time-travelling demon to constantly force them to be more evil, and they kept rebelling anyway. Just so we're clear.

She made sure the descendents would enter a world which prepared them well for the game, and took measures to see that they would play as they did.

Aradia did call the Voices her 'ancestors', after all. Sounds like the Handmaid was speaking directly into her ear, taking advantage of their familial connection to nudge her along the path Scratch had planned for her - which mostly involved nudging her co-Players along that same path. There really is no end to this web.

Now, six centuries later, she would be given one last order to follow before her curse was lifted. A simple recruitment job. The Handmaid will enlist the Condesce, extending the same bargain once offered to her. [...] The Condesce will serve as her new master's witch, carrying out his work in the places he cannot reach.

There are places inaccessible to English, which is very valuable information. He’s able to enter the troll universe, so he clearly doesn’t need an agent there – so where is he sending the Condesce?

Perhaps English is only able to enter a universe he has marked for predation. If he’s trying to mess with an unmarked universe – such as, to choose a totally random example, the kids’ universe – then he needs to send in a deputy.

I also didn't miss that the Condesce is noted to be English’s ‘witch’. We already know that her touch ‘extends life’, so it’s looking like she shares a full Title with her descendant.

[max-the-many]

Stumbled upon a video I made. I remember it quite well.

It was years ago. I had just started to dip into my skills, this whole new world of opportunities after I found out what I was capable of, after I woke up one morning in a different room, a different house, a different body. Totally freaked out I got sent right back. But I knew, it was real.

And just days ago I followed a tingle to end up looking through my dads eyes.

Even as this just lasted for mere seconds, I was hooked.

At the day of that video, I had dabbled quite a bit with those things. And for that day I especially craved a certain phantasy. I was never very sporty, not fat or particularly skinny, but neither did I have a good looking 'normal' body. At least in my opinion.

I always envied those hunky guys, those dudes, going to the gym on a dayly bases. I tried it. But I never could keep it going long emough.

So at that day I wanted to have that experience for once. Or at least, that was, what steired me into that gym.

I was nervous from the moment I grabbed my gymbag. What would it be like? Would it even work? I just had a handful really successful trials and they all hadn't been that long. And besides that there were several failed attempts.

One time I got literally kicked out the moment I touched a random guy I saw out in the city, sending me to the floor as to be pierced by weireded out looks. I don't think he knew, what happened, but it was absolutely devastating.

One time, a girl I accidentally touched while concentrating even seemed to sense something was happening, when I quickly cut the moment.

But I just had to try it.

The gym wasn't that full. I had chosen one that was a bit further out. I never had been there, so nobody would know me. I looked around when I checked in.

The guy on the counter looked like a trainer. Wjat a treat it would be. There were several normies like me. And there were some pretty well build dudes in the back.

I couldn't help but phase out, looking around and dive into my thoughts, seeing those muscles, their steong movements, smelling the scent of their work...

"...ehm" I cot ripped out bye a familiar voice "the lockers are there"

It was the guy from the counter. I must have stood there what felt like ages!

Embarassed I made my way. The locker was empty. So I changed before I headed back.

I couldn't really concentrate on any real excercise, not that I knew much about it. So I grabbed a smallish barbell and started to do some curls.

It must have looked horrible as I mostly looked around, not really noticing how wrong I must have done even tjis possibly wuite easy excercise. But what do I know.

At some point, a trainer even appeared at my side, offering to give me some adivice.

I looked at him with blank eyes. What... I was totally in the zone. Maybe him? It was the trainer from the counter.

"Excer... ah, sure" I stuttered, accepting his help mainly not to look stranger than I already looked.

At that point I had watched a guy especially. He was buff, determined, working out alone in a far corner. He had a buzzcut, glasses, wore a skinny tanktop and those wide bodybuilder pants. Kinda clichè. Maybe that was what drew my attention.

I couldn't really let my eyes off him, his movements, the way his muscles squeezed, tensed, those mounds of strength.

Several times the trainer had to get my attention back. He clearly regreted helping me and didn't offer anpther round when he showed me what felt like his absolute minimum responsibility to make sure I don't hurt myself or something. At least this was my impression.

Even when he tried to end it in a rather polite way my mind was totally gone. All the more when I saw that guy I was watching stand up, dry his face like he frequently did and walk away from the excercise he was currently on.

My body was shivering. Was this the moment? Did he go to the lockers? What if...

I stood up, walking away from the trainer with a halfhearted "thank you". I think I even waved at him like you do when you shoo away some nasty fly.

But I couldn't care less. I saw the guy coming in my direction before he turned the corner to a path that lead to the other side of the gym. To the lockers!

And of cause I did the same. I reached that corner a bit after him, following him with a descent distance not really able to try anything not to look too suspicious. But I guess, judging with my current experience, noobe really cares in most cases.

When that guy entered the door I quickened my steps. My heart was racing like crazy, my whole body sweating and itching in anticipation.

When I wanted to enter too the door opened towards me.

It was another guy. One problem less, I thought. I had no idea, how crouded the lockers might be.

But when I entered... there was no one! No one but the sound of an opened locker in the back.

This... I felt like floating! Slowly I stepped around a row of lockers that blocked my view. And... there he was, standing infront of his locker with his back towards me.

Now or never, I thought, rubbing my hands together, starting to focus while I slowly got closer. A tingle emerged in my head, that slightly unpleasant feeling I grew so familiar with. It grew with every step, creeped throughout my body to the point where my sight started to flicker a bit.

I was close, inches away, and with a last push, a deeply felt 'go get him' I lifted my hand to lay on his exposed, massive shoulders. And the moment I toucted, a jolt of energy zapped through my whole body like a lightning clearing out all that built up focus before I went blank.

It felt like ages before I could feel myself again. I stood against the locker, my hand resting against the cool metal. My... wait... my muscled arm?

I instantly jumped to full attention. This was... that dudes arm! It worked! It... I turned around.

"Shit" I said impulsively, shortly followed by the pleasend shock of hearing this said by the voice of a foreign voice, his voice.

But the cause of my outburst needed immediate attention. It was my body laying on the floor, blacked out cold.

I knew this would happen. But I never did this in a place where it could become a problem.

So I quickly grabbed my arms to drag my body towards the reastroom. Even now, writing about it, years afterwards, I have the same strange feeling I had when I dragged my own body across the room. I mean, today, this is quite a normal task. But at that time, my mind was racing.

I quickly looked through the door. It was empty! I didn't even think of this before! It's incredible how lucky I was.

So I placed my body in one of the stalls, awkwardly closing the lock from the outside. Another thing that could have gone horribly wrong. I didn't even know this was possible. And I am sure, this wasn't with every type of toilet stall.

But it was with this one. And as I realized that this was more or less safe a big sigh released itself out of my chest. Or better to say, my broughed chest.

With slow steps I walked to the small anteroom. There he was, looking back at me from the mirrors. This massive hunk of a gymfanatic.

I couldn't believe it. Slowly I lifted an arm, flexed those huge sets of gqins and that guy in the mirror did exactly that. So I followed the other one, acompanying it with a broad smile.

"Oh boy, this is insane!" I said with that slightly rasping deep voice and a shiver ean though this massive build.

What... a day...

- to be continued -

[every-tome]

[a-garbage-bear]

What are green onions used for?

Everyone buys them but all I know about them is that their code is 4068 and that I don’t have to weigh them just put in the quantity.

What are green onions outside of one of the many things I scan and bag for people everyday?

[5sospicturesque]

Clearing out my camera roll 4068/?

[everymobbu]