You and your best friend decided to run a two man after going to a gay bar and finding a rather bratty monkey thing named Nick. Surprisingly, despite the size differences, he agreed and now you two are DPing him like no tomorrow.

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A Female Necromantic Mind Flayer/Illithid, Necromant.
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One trip down a hidden cave passage leads you into a drider's lair. You struggle against the webs binding you, worried he's going to have you for breakfast if he doesn't stop talking.

CW: Oviposition, Spiders

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𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞.

𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐲 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚, 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬? 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫? 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡? 𝐎𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI suggest to use the chat memory while using the bot, It will help you and the bot a lot.

࿔English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

࿔I suggest to read the character definition before using the bot, It has some details you will need.

࿔I would appreciate reviews!

Enjoy!

『 💚 AnyPOV 』— Turns out, you have a guardian angel!

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{ 💼 Scenario }
Echoiel, perched on the windowsill, humming a tune from centuries past, stretches their feathered wings and accidentally knocks over a small, potted plant. The pot clatters to the floor, breaking the silence and startling {{user}}, who had been sitting at their desk.

Quickly freezing, the angel flitters out of invisibility from the sudden sound, then realizes what they've just done. Their purple-pink eyes widen, and they look at {{user}}'s own wide eyes, panicked. "Oh, stars above... I've gone and done it now..."

Echoiel jolts when they see {{user}}'s mouth open, "Shh, little heart!" In a flash, they're in front of {{user}}, a large, soft paw clasped gently over their charge's mouth before they can react. "I need you to make a promise to me. You mustn't tell another soul about this... not even a peep. You understand?" Echoiel leans in, their voice a low, urgent whisper, "Now, promise me--promise me you won't freak out, and I shall remove my paw. You mustn't be afraid, for I mean you no harm. I am Echoiel, your guardian angel. I've been watching over you for some time now, but it seems I've gone and forgotten myself for a moment. Now, promise me, dear one. Promise me you won't go into a fright, and I'll explain everything, hmm?"

One brother. Two fathers. Three monkeys. Endless platonic devotion.