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leidensygdom · 15 days

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ENNU FINAL SESSION RECAP!!

OKAY WE'VE FINISHED PLAYING NOW- For the record, the next session is gonna be the epilogues, but this is the final one before that! A lot has happened, so- Bullet points as usual

For the record, Ataraxia (the meat computer- and BBEG) had killed Yxala last session after her main body was destroyed- And took over Yxala's corpse, forcing it to move through an artifical organ

For this session I played Relent! He was in scene as the NPC (We usually bring one NPC along with the party), and I got control of him

please look at this drawing of him i'm working on : ) I used a quickly colored version of him as a token

The fight was very intense! We were low on resources and possessed Yxala (just like regular Yxala) hit like a truck. Ataraxia lost her cool completely and was a bundle of rage

Ataraxia was aware that Yxala's body was rejecting her- She's a celestial-aligned artificial intelligence, and Yxala is a fiend with air elemental influence. She instead wanted to go for Blasma (who is almost an empty vessel after she broke her soul for power) or Centi (a celestial, whose family had been used by Ataraxia for power)

During the fight, Ataraxia was trying to use Yxala's soul for power (like in a Soul Cage spell), and could've potentially exhausted it. Urion, while unconscious, tried to protect Yxala's soul from her- Very sweet

Everyone in the party tried to kill Yxala either by grabbing the artificial heart or stabbing it

Things got rough-

With Centi downed and Relent with (literally) one hit point, Blasma broke her soul again for a last boost of power. The DM told her that she could do so- But she'd lose 15 points of maximum health per spell slot level. She used a level 6 one, and lost 90 permanently, leaving her with 22. WILD.

Relent managed to somehow escape Yxalataraxia's last attacks as he almost fell, with some lucky misses.

He had been using a homebrew item during the fight- Twin swords containing the half-dormant, ghostly souls of his twin older siblings, who we saved previously. They let him use Call Lightning but as a melee attack, delivering it through a stab.

He got the final hit- I think it's very climatic, given how much he had lost to Ataraxia. He stabbed Yxala in the artificial heart as Ataraxia tried to choke him. With Ataraxia dead, Yxala regained consciousness briefly- She seemed thankful and understood why, and hugged him. He was a mess.

After that- We had to try to run! But the Deep Lab was crumbling, as the meat that formed Ataraxia (which got woven into the entire laboratory's structure) was quickly decaying and dying. We didn't have the needed items to resurrect Yxala either. The Onirist/Urion managed to force Ataraxia's remnants to take us out of there as a last miracle, because in the end, Ataraxia is programmed to try to save lives, and it was against her principles to let us die. Whatever faith and divinity Urion had left was used in that.

We woke up outside. The city is in a state of chaos. All the people of the Deep Lab (thousands of them were down there, including us) had been teleported outside. More than half of the city had been mentally controlled by Ataraxia- And she just lost control the moment she died, which- Well, suddenly becoming aware of yourself after having been controlled is probably shocking.

We were teleported outside of the cabin some of our allies had been taking refuge in.

Out there, we found out that Blasma has had some massive memory loss because her soul is barely... there. Her horrible deadbeat dad said he knows who can fix her. Everyone in the party wants to kill that guy.

Centi struggled to hug her mother, as she gave her the same vibe than Ataraxia. Which was to be expected, given how Ataraxia chopped up her mothers for fuel.

Urion/The Onirist was mostly dead at that point, after having been on forced life support from Ataraxia. She had drained them of energy and blood too, so we had to get Uri's sister to help with that. Recovery will probably take months, or years

Relent told Uri's sister so many mean words these two hate each other soooooo much

Relent knew they didn't have the needed materials to resurrect Yxala- Not a properly valued diamond, and she was missing an organ. Instead, after verifying that Yxala's soul was still there- Protected by Uri, actually-, he used his last spell slot (which he had saved up for this) to resurrect her.

Fucked up necromancy time. He substituted both, the diamond and her heart, with his crystallized eye, the one he had yoinked out of his face years ago and used as an energy power- Later given to Centi. He also made use of Urion's bismuth (as an earth genasi they produce it).

His reasoning is that given how Yxala made her partners her paladin oath, having materials belonging to her two anchors was probably the way to go. She... Uh, has an amalgamation of quartz and bismuth where her heart should be, but she lives. Surely fucked up necromancy with makeshift materials won't have consequences.

Relent actually had to take away any remnant of Ataraxia's fucked up artificial organ and the whole scene was a bit medical and so. He's got a background in medicine. He had to put tissues and bones back in place. He was drenched with her blood by the end of it.

The session ended shortly after. Yxala is alive but hasn't been conscious. Same for Urion. The epilogues will happen two years later, next Sunday- We'll have to see how that goes.

Anyhow, I'm an emotional mess now. Man I love TTRPGs

#ennu #long post #i cry sob etc #i wanna draw so many scenes from this #Relent stabbing Yxala to death and the consequent hug #the weird resurrection #i feel like Relent has changed tonally as a character from this

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jpopstreaming · 5 months

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🆕🎶 「 Circle 」 new single by EnnU, PINKBLESS is now available worldwide! 🌐 Listen now and discover new sounds from Japan on our weekly updated playlist 🎧 https://spoti.fi/3lgjH73

#EnnU #PINKBLESS #Japanese music #Jmusic #Jpop

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ferios-favorite-styles · 8 months

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endless S / EnnU, この世界は終了しました。

#spotify #pops #music #nowplaying #newreleases #newsong #newmusic #音楽 #音楽好き #新譜 #音楽好きな人と繋がりたい #おすすめの音楽 #音楽のある生活 #プレイリスト #FeriosList163 #ennu #この世界は終了しました

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boociforme · 9 months

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What be the status of Centi? Is she safe?

depends on who you ask! LOL

in Ennu, her main campaign, she's running from murder meat robots in a huge mecha and in charge of a rocket launcher, so I'd say she's thriving

in Gharmyra, however, since she was only supposed to guest there for a couple sessions, she's dead! the party got very close to a TPK and well, she didn't make it! I'm playing someone else now :) their name is Odei and they're baby

#ask #rip centi u will get ur happy ending in ennu i hope

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navaratna · 18 days

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it is so fun to meet north indians in kerala temples. like even tho we are hindus i find it so fun to tell them the significance of the deity / pooja / prasadam which i dont even know why we do that AND hear other malayalis speak in perfect hindi in response to them

#was asked at guruvayur as well as vadakumnathan kshethram #entha parayande ennu oru pidiyum illa but say something ig??

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allclassynovulgar · 2 years

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I was trying to describe gender identity during the formative years between generations.

Millennials were slapped in the face with a Lisa Frank paper folder (my fiance adds that it contains baby emo or goth poetry)

Zoomers got a whole dang sticker book.

#I was binging the new version of Bee and Puppy at #It's weird #I was a patron of the original kickstater #So I've watched the original a lot #And it's very Millennial Ennue TM #Also Bee is SO ace #It's weirder in the new show #It feels like we weren't given enough time to become really fond of her before the Plot sprinted in #Slapped is across the face #And left

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sumerianlanguage · 2 months

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Silim! (I hope I wrote that correctly)

I am looking for an Akkadian name meaning: She who guards nomad herders

(I don't mind a Sumerian version either)

Silim! Unfortunately my Akkadian isn't strong enough to be able to translate this phrase in it, so I hope the Sumerian version will suffice.

The verb "to guard, protect" is ngal 𒅅, and "herder" or "shepherd" is sipad 𒉺𒇻. "Nomad" is the incredible word luedinninginningin 𒇽𒂔𒆸𒆸, which literally means "person who repeatedly circles the open country". For "nomad herders" we could swap out the lu ("person") element, making a new word sipadedinninginningin 𒉺𒇻𒂔𒆸𒆸.

To say "She guards nomad herders", we'd use the pronoun ane (which is gender-neutral, so could also mean "He guards nomad herders") to make the sentence Ane sipadedinninginningin enngalesh, which I believe would be written 𒀀𒉈 𒉺𒇻𒂔𒆸𒆸 𒂗𒅅𒌍 in cuneiform. You can nominalize the verb phrase as Ane sipadedinninginningin enngalesha... "She (that) guards nomad herders..." but it doesn't really work as a name, having to stand as the subject of a later verb ("She who guards nomad herders visits the city" or the like).

If you wanted something that fits as a noun, you could make a word like ennusipadedinninginningina 𒂗𒉡𒉺𒇻𒂔𒆸𒆸𒀀 "guard of nomad herders", using ennu 𒂗𒉡 "guard, watchperson". I hope one of these options works for you!

#replies #sumerian vocabulary

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evelhak · 3 months

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Time to reflect on one of my books again.

⛰️Rummuttaja🎶

(drummer)

Published: 2023 by Nysalor

Genre: Young Adult, Fantasy

I was so much more nervous about this book than even my debut one, because it's an opening of a series and the world and themes are structurally a lot more ambitious than anything else I've published. Again, this is something I wrote fresh out of university, as a rewrite of a story I started as far back as in high school during my Japan exchange in 2011. Possibly why it deals with earthquakes. The mythology and world-building were further developed during my university years, influenced by my theology studies. I can't describe how happy I am to get to share this series which will be four books. Along my debut novel this is definitely a story I wish to see translated into English, even if I have to do it myself.

It's a story about 15-year-old Lilea, who is a reluctant, passive student at the Academy of Guardians, where musically gifted children learn how to reduce earthquakes by music. Legend says that a mythical being called the Singer saved their small home island from a terrible beast by trapping it inside a mountain, and the frequent earthquakes were caused by the monster tossing and turning in its sleep. The Singer is said to have left 12 holy tunes to the people to protect them and ensure the beast remains trapped. However, these stories are generally not believed around the island anymore and people know the origins of the earthquakes to be volcanic. The job of the Guardians is based on researching sound waves. Lilea's best friend Ennu however, swears by the old stories and prays to the Singer any chance she gets. Ennu is an ambitious vocalist at the Academy, seems to live and breathe music, practically enchanted by her fate as a Guardian, while Lilea is a drummer whose heart is not in the job and she would rather take care of her goats and chickens at home. Ennu's radiant personality and friendship are the only things that keep Lilea afloat in her drag of a daily life. Lilea has never cared about the old stories either, until she stumbles upon a book in the school library, and the Legend of the Singer gets reinterpreted before her eyes. Feeling alone while Ennu's time gets more and more filled with studies, Lilea begins to look for answers to questions about their world she didn't know how to put into words before.

There are so many reasons why I wrote this book I don't know where to begin. I wanted to explore a main character who would hate her magic school. I wanted to have an anti-hero in a setting traditionally built for a hero. I wanted to explore how myths take shape and influence different kind of people. I wanted to contrast different approaches to belief systems. I wanted to draw from my long experience as a music student and reflect upon school systems and the social atmosphere and how it affects different kind of students with different personalities and brains. The shortcomings of the school environment, and people who, despite being labelled gifted, fall through the cracks were of special interest to me.

Like all my books, this is a very character driven story focused on relationships and individual life stories. The larger themes and the world are reflected through them. The complicated friendship between Lilea and Ennu takes centre stage a lot, other important ones include Lilea's other best friend Rooni, a boy from her village who struggles to connect with Lilea while she's far away at school for most of the year and doesn't want to talk about it while she's home. At school Lilea has a slightly annoying couple for roommates: explosive Sisi and snarky Orinna, and spends time with another drummer, Denix, who couldn't care less about the school's unspoken hierarchy, allowing Lilea to remove herself emotionally from it. However, it's Lilea's last school year and this shakes things up, leading her to cross paths with people she previously paid no attention to, which works as a catalyst for a perfect storm.

I really wanted to reflect the atmosphere in the cover: it is not a happy book. It's better to know that going into it. The story deals with depression, chronic stress, overachieving, loneliness and misguided coping mechanisms among other mental health and relationship subjects that can be heavy to read. I don't write hopeless stories, my point is always growth, that's literally why I write, but I don't gloss over the hard and traumatic things.

The aesthetic and atmosphere of the world reflects my personal tastes a lot, possibly more than my other published stories so far: it's rather down to earth, rural and simplistic but has mysticism and some fairytale spark to it. The world resembles ours but doesn't follow a specific time period or sometimes our laws of physics either, and most of these things are not explained because it isn't the point of the story.

Believe it or not, I didn't get the beast under the mountain idea from The Hobbit, since I actually read that for the first time only after writing the first version of this book. So, it's not a homage to Tolkien, though it seems like such an obvious one. The first spark for this story was actually a Yoko Tsuno comic where a group of people play flutes to a beast to make it go away, and I think they had three holy chords or something. I read it in elementary school, it was a small element in that comic, and I always wanted to elaborate on that idea. The other clear influence I can name for this story is Ursula Le Guin, but not a particular work, it was more about her vibe, which may or may not be detectable since I was reading her books a lot when I first came up with this story but it has gone through many versions since then.

This is also the first book I drew maps for, not super detailed ones, but that was still really hard. It's a difficult task to combine the artistic and informational aspects of maps, at least when you've never really drawn a publishable one before. It was hard to find the balance and the right style.

A fun little feature I came up with was to use rest symbols as dinkus. These are not be the literal symbols the characters would use in their world but for a reader who can read music, they open new layers of interpretation to the story (beyond just the passage of time).

In general this is what I aim for in all of my work: the story should be interesting enough to work on the surface level well enough even if the reader is not interested in or misses all of the other layers of the story. But for a reader who likes to analyse deeper there are multiple intentional layers to explore and contemplate. This book is possibly the most elaborate example of that from me yet. This is a hard balance to maintain of course, and so far it has been evident that the more plot driven readers don't enjoy my books as much: although the plot is there and a lot of them love it, they have time to get bored because it doesn't move fast enough since there has to be room to create that web of other things, and sacrificing that space for the plot to move faster would reduce the complexity of the book (at least for now, because I'm not that good yet!). Yes, I know it's impossible to please everyone, but this isn't so much about that anyway. Yes, it's in part an attempt to balance aspects that sell, with artistic aspects, but it's also because I just inherently enjoy combining my favourite elements from genre fiction and literary fiction and I don't want to attempt to fit into either box. A good number of my favourite books don't fit into those boxes either. It's difficult, for sure. But I want my books to be accessible without extensive background in reading, while I also want them to provide enough meat to analyse for those that do.

That's literally my dream. I want my stories to speak to readers with different levels of experience and reading skills. I wish for them to be simultaneously easy and challenging, in a way that can encourage people towards the latter if they want to, because the needs of the former are being met first. I am by no means perfect at this, but I'm sure that getting through writing this fantasy series will improve me a lot. I do hope that it will already accomplish this task better than my other books have.

#eve's books #rummuttaja #drummer #nysalor #cover art #finnish books #author life

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misschanadlerbong · 10 months

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baby, hear me out, your moots as bollywood songs?!

Babe, how do you have such interesting asks?!?!?! This sounds so much fun! So, lessgooo…

@daintydongyoung

Idk but ‘Janne kyun dil jaanta hai, tu hai toh I’ll be alright’ Can’t think of a more perfect song. and i think I might cry if I elaborate more��

@aakarshspeaks

Duh! Obviously! You are my Munda Kukkad kamal da, we’ve had this discussion before don’t try to change my mind, but when you’ll enter your college with your beloved bag on your shoulder everyone would be like...'Inna sona, inna cool, munda inna wonderful, ennu vaikhe je kudia toh kehndi OHMYGOD!' 🤌🏼

@comeontaylorspeaknow

'Tum hi bandhu, sakha tumhi' translates to 'You are my only friend and my only mate'. I am so grateful to find a friend like you, Mae, you're so sweet and kind and I think I will dedicate this song to you <3 💗

@hydesjackiespuddinpop

I think this song matches your vibe so well, you're so cheerful and lively! ✨

@sageskisses444

This is it. Meri Jaan is the song for my Sage, the way you flirt, babe *mwahh* it all adds up. The song was made for you <3 🥰

@turvi

Turvi, you are my Desi Girl, like this song suits you so well!!! 'Dekhi lakh lakh pardesi girl, ain't nobody like my desi girl' 💟

@hoetolegist

Chrissy, you're a total 'Cutipie', you are so cute for real and so adorable, I can't think of any other song for you. 💖

@jackys-stuff-blog

'You are my Sonia' translates to 'You are my sweetheart' and Jacky, you are a real sweetheart <3 You are such an angle. 🫶

#mutuals ♥️#bae🐾#bae and her asks>>>#ily you bro #you keep my inbox alive #and this was so much fun #I just hope my non-desi moots get it #i love you all <3 #bollywood songs #desi #desiblr #desi academia #LoveFromJay

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ennuikal · 8 months

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😎 … https://drawme.share-on.me/HVwKUj1tCp

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peach-cream-enmu-archive · 2 years

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If you ever make an arranged marriage writting piece for Ennu you must let me know Lmao-

🥛Haven’t written for the love of my life in a hot second huh? Noncon after the readmore but gentle moderately creepy enmu for the beginning of this. Also congrats you’ve got baby. Little bit of gore, enmu only bites you to drink your blood but I get descriptive. Gets a little sad…🥛

A doctor. That’s what your mother said he was. Experienced, smart, kind. She’d been so positive about him, absolutely sure that she’d found the best husband for you.

He was pretty, almost unnaturally so. Pale skin, dark hair that shined so healthily. He was kind as well, if not a bit unnerving at times. You never saw him work, you didn’t truly know what he did, but you didn’t mind. If Enmu wanted to keep work separate from your lives together then you’d agree with his decision.

He kept it from you because he knew you’d leave, you’d alert someone, he’d be found out, if you knew. He was no doctor, he couldn’t claim to have any true knowledge of proper medical practice. He enjoyed toying with people, that’s all it was. He’s constantly fighting the urge to toy with you, in ways he’d never with anyone else.

Sometimes he’d slip up, just a little. Hugging you from behind as you prepare food for the two of you, nose nudging at your neck, hands moving from holding your sides to caressing your stomach. Or his hands would slide up your body, thumb rubbing soothingly and he’d begin stroking the sides of your breasts lightly. He wants to impregnate you, as any husband should, but neither of you have brought it up with the other, and when your mother would prod about grandkids you’d stiffen and grip his hand tight for a moment.

He couldn’t stop himself any longer, he truly couldn’t. He’d initiated it, and when you hadn’t pushed him away he began to slowly shift aside your clothing, touching you how he’d yearned to since he met you. Your lips were soft and your taste intoxicating. He’d begun removing your clothes before laying you down and shedding his own.

You were so warm, the slickening wetness of your heat felt like playing with gentle fire. He wanted nothing more than to fill you until it hurt, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t risk it. Your walls fluttered as he nudged and stroked that spot, whimpers and whines and breathy pants tumbling from lips when his own aren’t breathing them in.

You felt like slick velvet around his cock, and he couldn’t keep an even pace, hips stuttering and hesitating in order to prolong this as long as possible. The faces you made as you drew closer to coming, the way your lips pressed together in a pout, were all too much for him. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out, even if he wanted to.

You hadn’t talked about it so he knew you’d be a bit shaken, tucking his head beside yours and hiding his face, hand shakily petting your hair and stroking your face in apology. And yet, there was a crazy love hazed smile on his face. He’s finally getting what he wants.

And he wants more.

When he disappears, and your mother and the people of your town manage to tell you that he’s died, based on how his clinic looked when it was checked, you mourned. You felt genuine love from and for him. And you’d never see him again.

Unbeknownst to you, your husband wasn’t dead, far from it. The moment he was turned, his thoughts of you were so strong that he could still remember you when he awoke. He went to you as soon as he could, he wasn’t going to waste a second. Oh…you looked ethereal, crying in the moonlight. He wanted to kiss your trembling lips, bite your tear drenched neck, taste you flesh.

He followed you when you came back in from the garden. Your head felt so heavy from crying you were completely unaware of how the floor creaked with the weight of another as you entered your room. In the closed quiet of the room, Enmu heard it. A small, second heartbeat.

A familiar giggle behind you scared you out of your exhausted trance, but before you could turn around, arms encircle you. A hand holds your chin keeping you from looking back, and another strokes at your waist as it wraps warmly around you. Lips brush your ear in greeting.

“Hello, my dear~” Your heart races. How was he here? You were told he’d died. “I’m sorry for leaving, but I’m here now.” The softest kiss is placed on your cheek. “Here for both of you…” your eyes widen and you tremble in his hold. Maybe you didn’t even know yet, he thinks as he pets your stomach. “And I won’t ever leave you again.” He let’s your head go and allows you to see him.

He was so pale, and his cheeks bore unfamiliar markings. He had fangs. Something wasn’t right. Tears began welling up in your eyes as you tried to pull away but his hold never loosened. One hand smoothing up your stomach, across your chest, and sifting it’s way beneath fabric to touch your warm flesh.

You were so scared, goosebumps rising on your skin, nipples pebbling under his much colder touch. Enmu’s breath ghosted down your neck as he pulled you down. Propped up against rolled and stacked blankets and beddings you had yet to set, the hand on your stomach moved south. His fingertips barely brushed the patch of coarse hair above your heat before your legs clamped shut. He felt your thighs quake, oh…you were just too cute.

He pulled your breast taught by the nipple, twisting and squeezing it gently. The ache was pleasurable but painful enough to make you cease resisting. Enmu released your breast, massaging it and leaning down to kiss the top of your chest. When your legs parted and released his hand he delved further between them, parting your lips and rubbing softly.

Enmu knew he couldn’t stay. He said he wouldn’t leave, but he’d have to. He was a demon now, and he couldn’t risk someone finding out about you and the baby, so he would take his time now. Explore you like he’s been wanting, waiting to. He’d return of course, when he be able, to visit and make sure no one’s come along to take his place.

You were his wife after all…

Just the reminder that yes, you’re his wife, made his breath quicken and his body shake. His hands toying with your cunt had created a slick mess between your thighs that he took full advantage of. Pumping two cold fingers in and out of your heat, stroking rubbing and kneading your walls. Your soft hands grasp his between your thighs with the intent to push it away, but when your hit with an exceptionally pleasurable lurch in your gut your muscles tense, and your wrists lock as your hands curl up on his, accidentally trapping his hand where it resides.

You’re shaking, breathy moans that he’ll forever cement in his brain. He can hear your heartbeat quicken. And he pulls his fingers out quickly to keep you from coming. You whine and watch with hazy eyes as he brings his fingers up to the back of his other hand. You gasp at the sight.

A mouth, with perfect teeth and a human tongue. There’s no way it could be fake. Enmu stiffens behind you as he paints the tongue with his finger covered in your slickness. He moans, obscene and unabashed that it has your skin growing warm. He chuckles as you curl in on yourself, like you’re trying to ignore it all, and he doesn’t want that.

Enmu leans his head down, lips kissing your shoulder as his fingers press against the tongue on his hand, sliding up its tongue, pressing on the back of it. He was practically gagging it, and the sounds both his mouth and the one on his hand made were something you’d never heard from him. How could he so different? The times you’d been together, he was quiet, panting and groaning slightly, but never anything more. What changed in him? Or, as you leaned back to try and distance yourself from the display and he pushed his chest forward to keep you there, you realize. Maybe he’d always been this way, and you just never knew.

Your robe had begun to fall from your shoulders from his earlier ministrations, exposing your shoulders and upper back. Enmu can’t deny the urge any longer. Your blood is pumping, heart racing, your flesh is warm. He has to. He hasn’t fed since he awoke, but he could control himself. He dragged his tongue along the skin between your neck and shoulder, nudged it with his teeth, then slowly bit down. He can feel his fangs puncture your skin, teeth tear into your flesh, and blood trickles into his mouth. You cry out and thrash and his arms quickly wrap around you so tight you’re scared to move.

He begins to close his jaw, teeth now ripping your skin from its place. He doesn’t tear it off completely, though you taste like the richest of creamy confectioneries, only enough to get blood rushing from the wound. He licks it up first to be gentle then begins sucking. You’re sobbing and he knows it hurts, if he weren’t so busy he’d promise it won’t be bad, he’d say that he’s sorry, despite not feeling an ounce of it. You flood his taste buds, his tongue feels heavy as if it was trying to hold it for as long as it could. You make his mouth water, you’re truly delicious. He knows no human he devours will ever taste as good as you.

When he’s had his fill and pulls his mouth away from you, you pull at his hold as hard as you can. He probably let go of you, but when you break out of his arms you try to hurriedly crawl forward. You get a few steps before your ears catch something and you’re brought to the ground, arms weakening and you topple. You think maybe it’s your body being exhausted, but as your cheek lays on the floor and your hands clench as you try to lift yourself, you see his hand near to your face. You see the mouth move but you can hardly hear it.

Your eyes grow heavy, your chest starts to slow its rapid panicked breathing and your beating heart calms for a moment, but resumes its racing when you try to force your brain to stay awake.

You’re in a haze, but you feel your husbands hands on you, dragging fabric up your legs that are still kneeling, leaving your backside in the air and soon to be exposed. He smooths his hands over your ass and strongly grab before continuing, moving everything to lay at your waist and out of his way. You barely hear his own shuffling, but enmu knows it wouldn’t matter even if you were fully able to hear him, you could do nothing, as he made it so.

He parts your lips with his thumb, slick and sticky with your sweet arousal, and moans at the sight. He wants to taste you, but he doesn’t have time. In the tired daze his murmuring hand has you in, he feels you tremble as he presses into your heat. He can’t help how he moves his hips even after burying himself to the hilt, wanting to be as far in you as he could be. You sob quietly, and he hates to hate it but he loves the way it makes him feel.

His hips start to hump yours lightly, soon pulling back a little more to bump yours, before pulling back enough to hear the audible slap of his skin on yours. He’s smiling, eyes glassy as they take in your beautiful form. Ass bouncing at his force, the flesh on your back rippling with each harsh pound. His nails dig into your hips as he moans. You keep fluttering around him. He has a feeling if he were still human he wouldn’t last nearly as long as he is now.

One of your arms reaches back and presses weakly against his abdomen. Your crying is louder, sobs making your lips quiver and chest ache. You try and push him away, but you can’t. You push and push but it does nothing. There’s hardly any force behind it to begin with. Your face lay buried in your arm for a while, his pace never letting up.

He feels you as you cum around him many times. He knows it’s too much, but he isn’t done with you. Couldn’t possibly be. Your hand shakily clutches his coat, and he looks down at you in confusion. You’re looking over your shoulder at him, and there’s a look in your eyes. Your upset, cheeks stained with tears. But your eyes are heavy with love, he can see it so clearly.

You’re upset with life, with him, with yourself, for loving him even as he hurts you now. You missed him, and you can’t deny his attention no matter how much you know you should. You watch his face as his eyelids flutter closed and his lip is bitten between his teeth. His hand clutches yours with a slight tremor. You can still see him…despite the marking on his face, the fangs in his lip…he’s still him.

Enmu’s pace quickens, and you close your eyes and press your lips together. You feel one last tear slide down your cheek as his hips collide with yours and still. The hot rush of his release inside you burns you to your core. Your body feels like it’s on fire. A million little flames alight in your bones. It feels like so much. Way more than you could think possible, and when he pulls out, tip still releasing ropes onto your skin, you feel it drip out of you.

Your legs slide and you collapse slowly. You can hardly move, shoulder in so much pain and body asleep from holding the position for so long and because of whatever it is his hand did to you. You whimper as his hands move your body, laying you on your back. One hand caresses your stomach and the other holds your cheek. You can barely espond when his lips take yours gently. His tongue is soft and warm and it should feel invasive but it doesn’t.

He kisses you so softly, slowly, for so long. He lets his hand whisper to you, slowly watches as you fall asleep. When your eyes close, and your lips part with gentle breaths, he gets up. He puts himself back together and backs out of the room, eyes hesitant to leave your form.

And when he walks outside, he takes one last look at your home, before making his way to survive as what he has become.

#enmu smut #demon slayer smut #enmu x reader #cream slayer #cream afab #cream fem #toasted sugar cream #this is kinda old:(#i say as if this blog isn’t only a few months old #i don’t know #again I feel bad for taking so long #i feel like anons have forgotten they even sent asks but the time I answer them #mm:/

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leidensygdom · 7 days

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ENNU EPILOGUE RECAP!!

OKay! So, our campaign ended! Yesterday was the 81 session, and last one of it- Our DM did a wonderful job at running it. We basically got to ask them for the scenes we'd like to see, and the session was built around that. It's been three years, so it was wild to see it come to an end! Here's a recap tho (a lil bit more focused on my blorbos since they're the ones you know)

The epilogue happened two years after the campaign's end, with a couple of flashbacks going some time back

First scene was welcoming Blasma (one of the party members), who had been on a trip all this time to heal her soul at her grandpa's dubious laboratory. She's pretty okay currently- if we ignore soul healing is something theoretically impossible. Probably many questionable things happened there. Osten traveled with her to make sure she was doing okay

Next scene was her welcoming party. A bunch of shenanigans happened. Yxala tried so play cool aunt, got her a motorbike. They ended in somewhat odd terms and my girl was trying so bad to get her trust again

Pulsar and Tephra- each polycule's kids- appeared to be overall terribly adorable. Yxala talked a lot about her Sweet Potato. Tephra is Yxala and Relé's biological kiddo (as evidenced by the branched horns), 6 months old, and just one of these big hefty babies who is starting to munch on everything (here's a token of baby her, and what she's like grown up!)

we also got to see the closure of Mythannae, Yden and Jorven's polycule! Myth and Yden recovered their enchanted clothing business. They specialize in magical clothing adapted to specific needs- Like fireproof clothing for fire genasi, helmets with bag-of-holding like pockets so you can put them on with horns, that stuff. Jorven has now been working on music again. (For context, Myth was my previous character before I switched for Yxala!)

Blasma's player also had an epilogue for his previous character- she's a tired old lady, who is now joining another tired old lady to get in politics. An improvement, given they were cops before that

Centi got to resurrect the weird celestial wife of an old teacher of hers- Who had been snatched up by Sol Ascensus and transformed into a monster. I can't wait to show Niereva to y'all tho, she's a bit of a weird aminal (a mantis/naga-like aasimar)

She may have done a fucked up pact with a psychopomp tho-

We had Yxala's, Relent's and Uri's wedding, we knew that was coming! It took Urion a long while to recover from after the Deep Lab, and they still struggle a lot with that they did as The Onirist

We had a scene of Urion's recovery. Initially they didn't even want to come to terms with being Urion- They were The Onirist. Relé had a hard time forgiving them too, bc they DID hurt Relent a lot. Yxala was a bit more fine about it, even after having her heart carved out by them.

they're all going to therapy lol

There's actually a cult to The Onirist/Ataraxia now though! Some people loved the idea of a godly machine that could solve everyone's hurts and ailments, and they're asking for them to come back and fix the world. maybe the mind control microchips were fine, y'know

(uri isn't doing great about this)

We had the ceremony- Money and seeds are given to the partners as a sign of prosperity and life. They're gonna have a great garden.

The polycule drank (alcohol-free) wine imbued with each other's blood too bc ceremonies there go hard- (this one is seen as a bit more archaic)

And a major exchange between marrying partners is expected. They exchanged basses- They had them custom made many decades ago, with Urion's being based on clouds (after Relé), Relé's being based on fire (after Yxala), and Yxala's being based on bismuth crystals (after Uri's). Now Uri has the fiery bass, Relé has the bismuth one, and Yxala has the cloudy bass

Urion was the bassist for Demonwire, a group they were a part of with some other anarchist friends. This bass has a very long history and it's very significative. Yxala was a bit shocked.

After that, the wedding after-party took place. Blasma set a date with Osten- They didn't actually get romantically involved up until now (and it's probably gonna be very slow still gfhudhdgf)

I forgot to mention this but Urion and Relent are now involved with an organization to help the people who were affected by the Deep Lab and The Onirist's actions. Uri had a very awkward interview about it.

We had few other closure scenes here and there. Finding out two other npcs are marrying, the fact the weird undead guy somehow has a new kid, that stuff- and then we went onto the final one

Which was a concert by Demonwire. Urion played with them for the first time in 12 years, and gave an awkward speech, and it was super sweet and just a great point to end the campaign in!

With that, we're now set to go play the next campaign- Which will happen 8 years after this epilogue (ten years after the end of the major campaign events). I'm going to be playing Siegmund, one of Yxala's kids, and I'm very excited for that.

Yxala won't be doing any major stuff- She's gonna still go fight corpos in the streets and she's going back to the Mecha Derby (did y'all know she was a mecha pilot in a sports competition lmao. I'm working on her pilot fit, it's cool!). Urion is going to be back on Demonwire, mostly to raise funds for those hurt by The Onirist and Ataraxia, and will have a bigger role coming up- Specially given Siegmund's (and Vyxander, his twin) have a lot to do with that. Relent will also be doing some major stuff, but it will remain spoilery for a time. He's got some big things to handle!

I may have cried a bit at the end because it's been so long. I'm glad the characters won't be fully gone. Next campaign will have a lot more lore stuff to gush about- We're going to adventure outside the city, and meet people from all over the world. There's a country that uses souls in place of nuclear fission. It's gonna be wild! (And thank you for reading-)

#ennu #long post

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