Let's Do The Space Warp Again

[iamnotpolaris]

'Guided random' selected, parameters recalibrated, universe selection initiated.
What's on the other side now?

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[endragoned]

Terraria is convenient like that! Now she is not wearing the chain shirt. This turn of events merits another hug.

[whatamithinking]

Hug! Kiss. Ice knives applied to more locations.

[endragoned]

Ooh. Fun. Lovely cozy cuddly kisses and hallucinatory ice knives, what a delicious combination.

[whatamithinking]

...Ice knives that melt acid without actually getting less sharp.

[endragoned]

...Well. That's. Let him just sit here and hold her and show her how utterly gorgeous that feels.

[whatamithinking]

...Aaand they have entered can-impeding feedback loop territory. Not that she's complaining.

[endragoned]

Feedback loops are fun.

[whatamithinking]

Yes they are.

At some point she is going to manage to wriggle out of the chain pants, too.

[endragoned]

And then she shall have more and cozier hugs.

[whatamithinking]

Mmmhm.

...She's out of the armor, but she's still wearing fabric. She should stop.

[endragoned]

She can do that! And then there can be more and cozier hugs. So extremely cozy.

[whatamithinking]

That's one word for it! Other words will be omitted in order to maintain the rating on this thread.

Let's see. Can the acid non-redundantly be on fire?

[endragoned]

Apparently it can! How charming.

[whatamithinking]

...This is fun. Not just the whole thing, because that is so fun, but coming up with creative ways to make it hurt. It wouldn't be if he weren't enjoying it, but he so is.

A choker of thorns around his neck. Thorns dripping venom.

[endragoned]

He is definitely enjoying it. She has many ways to observe how much he is enjoying it.

[whatamithinking]

Oh yes. She is definitely enjoying at least one of those ways. Probably more.

The venom can scale slowly up through various kinds of ants, until it can't go any higher. Don't ask her how she knows what bullet ant venom feels like.

[endragoned]

Endarkened are, in the ordinary course of things, immune to toxins as a category. So this is a new and interesting form of pain. What fun.

[whatamithinking]

Well.

She was already putting her hands on several locations on his body. She can start trailing blooms of bullet ant venom where her fingers touch, can't she.

[endragoned]

She can certainly do that. He will approve very much.

[whatamithinking]

Of course, she has things other than hands touching him places at this point...

[endragoned]

Even better.

[whatamithinking]

What else...well, there's no reason she has to stick to kinds of pain that are mappable to actual physical harm, is ther?

[endragoned]

Ooh. No there most certainly is not.

(It's been a gradual development, but at this point it's pretty safe to say that the way he feels about her is describable as love. Not that he's thinking of it in words at this point, but the feeling is most certainly there.)

[whatamithinking]

Edie's paying more attention to his nocioceptors than the subtle change in how he sees her at the moment. But she's going to notice eventually...

Oh. There it is.

"Ah," she gasps, her first vocalization in a good while at this point. Her mind explodes in a brief but violent burst of (itself and everything she's been doing).

[endragoned]

Speaking of feedback loops—the increased intensity naturally has certain effects on him, one of which is a soaring rush of intense emotion, affection mingled with raw sensory enjoyment.