Durendal

Gideon, all of a sudden, finds his peace, quiet and lack of activities wholly removed. After all, while lost in his own little world, he quickly feels a shoulder bump into him. He gasps, initially shocked- before his expression rapidly turns into a grin, seeing the beautiful cleric Loka sat beside him. Gazing at her gorgeous body, her sun kissed skin, her delightfully skimpy clothing. While looking upon her, it's no surprise that Gideon would smile. "Oh, indeed." He responds. "Gorgeous. Awe inspiring. One day, I wish to explore each and every inch of its radiant, practically divine beauty." Then, Gideon wraps an arm around Loka's shoulder, before casting his gaze upon the ocean once more. "The ocean is quite nice too." After his frankly all too janky, teasing compliment, he continues. "How might you be doing on this fine day?"

Gideon paced up and down a small patch of the beach. Previously, he had completed what he felt was a decent day of work, bringing in a healthy haul of fish to feed the villagers at Wiltons. All well and good, but... Gideon felt bored. It was a somewhat new feeling to him. Having always felt content with the beauty of the sea, he was at an odd crossroads. Sure, he could go back out and do a bit more sailing. But... why? Was he going to go and try to get another haul of fish? No, that would be a bit excessive. Perhaps hunt some beast of the waves? No, he didn't know of any currently active nearby. Maybe just a bit of exploration? Well, he thought, he's likely charted out a good amount of the nearby waters. At this point, going further and discovering more would be a rather grand adventure. Something to be done another day. Thus, today... he was somewhat lost. He sat down on the warm sands, looking out, staring at the waves as they flowed back and forth, just... wondering. What might he do? He considered dedicating the rest of his day to praying to The Woman On The Beach, in hopes of empowering her and showing his devotion, but... something about that seemed hollow. He sighed, a smile on his face as he thought about how silly he must sound. He stayed there for some time, simply hoping for.. something. Whether the waves would wash up a treasure chest, or if someone was to join him on the beach, Gideon was eager to find something or someone to spend the rest of his day with.

Hot ticket

Shocking crime

I don't celebrate the holiday myself, but I've got family living abroad who do. It sounded like a wonderful time, hope you also had a similarly good Thanksgiving! ^^

A Steamy Weekend Theodore felt distraught. What day was it now? Thursday? Friday? Soliday? He wasn't even sure if the last one was a day. He was pretty sure it wasn't, but, there was some nagging doubt in the back of his mind. After all, it had now been months without a breakthrough. His last "revolutionary contraption" wasn't all too exciting either- a spring-loaded toy that always stayed upright, despite the short hops and bounces it could perform. The proceeds from selling it allowed him to keep trying to strike upon a new, great idea, but he wasn't all too happy with the fact his name was associated with such a silly little object. Bringing down his goggles to cover his eyes, Theodore gripped his trusty mallet in his callous-covered right hand, beginning to strike a sheet of brass into his desired shape. As he worked, each rhythmic clang and bash formed the backdrop to his thoughts- his daydreaming, to be specific. In his mind, he pictured himself atop some sort of glorious creation- a large contraption that would enable a person to be transported from place to place, at speeds hitherto undreamt of. An invention that could outpace a horse- perhaps even a bird! Theodore dreamt of the day he could ride upon such a creation, one that he would obviously have been responsible for creating while being applauded for his genius. Flowers would be thrown unto him, coins tossed to him. Each coin plinked off of his metal chariot- its noise alarmingly similar to the sound of a distracted inventor hammering away at a fragile brass plate that was on the cusp of breaking. ...Shit. When Theodore finally snapped back to reality, so too did the brass sheet before him. That is, it snapped. With a sigh, Theodore swept the now ruined metal off of his workbench. Looking down at them, Theodore saw the wasted resource sitting in a puddle of water he had carelessly spilled earlier that day. He squinted his eyes. Would this be the key to a breakthrough? Would its shape in the water be the missing piece of a puzzle? After spending a shamefully long time pondering this, he shook his head. It wasn't useful. At all. He looked out of his window, hoping something out there might be more inspirational. Looking across the sea of stovepipe hats and pocket watches, the clusters of women in their corsets and excessively frilly dresses, he struggled to find something that would spark his imagination. But- there was something. Ever so briefly while gazing outside, Theodore saw his own reflection. The face of someone struggling, someone who was desperate for fulfillment. He wondered if this face wasn't just conveying a need for stimuli, but if it wasn't also a face that screamed boredom. The visage of someone who was desperate for something to do. He didn't want to believe that his research and tinkering failed to fulfill him, but... there was something to be said about how bored he was of the same four walls he stared at, day in and day out. This thought formed the basis for his latest invention. A remedy to boredom! Not only that but, a creation that could go hand in hand with his earlier thoughts about something one could ride for the sake of transport. Of course.. thinking about these issues intertwined, the solution was so, so obvious! For the next few days, his workshop was ablaze with the sounds of industry. Hammer blows rung out, hand crank drills were used to the point of them becoming blunt and his wrenches became frightfully bent out of shape. Throughout Thursday, Friday, even Soliday- Samuday- Saturday? Saturday. Throughout all those days, some of which Theodore still couldn't focus on the exact names of, he toiled away. By the end of the week, his creation was done. It looked similar to his outdoor wood storage shed- a semi-cylindrical chunk of metal. From its rear, a hooded pipe extended outwards, a dispersion system for the waste output of this creation. To its left, a woven wire cord tipped with a triangular handle, a part of the invention instrumental in priming it for use. On its front-facing side, perhaps the most important section was present- a funnel leading into the complex innards of the invention. Into this, water would be poured. Once the cord was pulled with sufficient force, a small boiler within the invention would spring into action, heating the water at an alarmingly fast speed. From this, the water would soon be boiled away, leaving the desired result behind- steam! Theodore had crafted the innards of this brass beast to direct the steam into a narrow tube, so that the hot gas could be used to simultaneously rotate a wheel and push upon a piston, causing it to be driven back and forth. Through a dizzying number of gears, cogs, pulleys, and parts that Theodore had yet to find a suitable name for (The current leading contender was "Chumble Cranks". He was not at all set on it.) the machine was able to translate the boiling steam into kinetic energy. The inner workings caused incredible rumblings and vibrations. The whole invention practically shook when in use, constantly emitting a pleasant hum. Through the rearmost tube, the excess steam was piped out, causing whoever was riding the invention to be warmed. A pleasant side effect, thought Theodore. But, that was just the side effect. Sitting himself down on the invention, simultaneously pouring a beaker full of water into the front funnel, Theodore was excited to test out its main use. Of course, he kept true to his original idea, something one could ride, an invention that would transport its rider and remove any degree of boredom within them. Who would have guessed the place it transported them to would be the highest heights of pleasure? Pulling the ripcord, the invention lurched into action. It shook, quaked, and tremored with intensity. Immediately, Theodore felt his entire lower body be flooded with excitement, the vibrations flooding through him, the stimulations crashing upon him like waves on a beach. While still shuddering atop his invention, Theodore cried out to the world, staking his claim on what he believed was his magnum opus. "Y-Y-Yesss! This is iiiit! After todayyy... everyone w-will know the... haaah.... name of meeee... Theodore Sybian!" After enjoying the rest of his afternoon, Theodore pondered what may come next. After all, he had. He considered inviting Mary to enjoy the creation. He even briefly entertained the thought of somehow utilising the technology within it to create something more true to his original idea, a vehicle of sorts. Perhaps another time. For now, he wondered how the experience may be enhanced by creating a varied, textured saddle that could rest upon the top of the machine.

Broadway show

Movie trivia

Open door

Shut out

Ooo, I like it! The first option sounds like it would make for some very unique stories, although I might be more tempted to go with the second option. Maybe. In the middle of typing this I've had an idea for the first option, hah.

I'm always a sucker for steampunk, perhaps a writing challenge that focuses on that setting? Either that, or sticking with 'punk', a cyberpunk writing challenge could be quite fun, For something more focused though, hmm... I'm struggling to think of good criteria. Maybe something silly- a challenge to write a story without the use of a certain letter?

Perhaps, we are.

Hehe, thank you! I'm glad to hear that, gives a nice opportunity to have some preexisting friendliness between the pair. Now, the question is, might there be any particularly strong monsters lurking around these days? I only ask because Gideon might need to visit The Woman On The Beach and ask her for some particularly strong blessings. Some blessings that might just take an entire night of companionship to take effect~!

Butt out

Deep space

System shock

Orgasm overload

Measure again (Although I wanted to say cut once. It just feels wrong to hear someone say "Measure twice" and not also include cut once, lmao.)

Thick felt

My Fallen London profile. I've gotten back into that game recently and I'm pretty darn obsessed with it at the moment.

Turned on

Name: Gideon Marcus Age: 31 Occupation: Adventurer, Fisherman, Explorer Outsider of Worship (If Applicable): The Woman On The Beach Place of Residence (Or its nearest Landmark): Wiltons Village Bio: Gideon is the type of man whose appetite for adventure might only be dwarfed by his overwhelming love for life. He can snatch joy from the jaws of despair, find the good in just around anyone and, of course, have a fun time doing it. He considers himself something of a 'Hero'- although he'd never admit that out loud- due to his tendency to spend time simply assisting others, whether thats by doing his best to bring in a large haul of seafood to ensure those who live in his village are well fed, or to donate his considerable strength to those who need it, by helping out with more mundane tasks such as fixing storm damaged roofs. Of course, while he is more than happy to help out those who live near to him on land, his true passion is to be out on the waters. Whether he is battling the true beasts of the sea, going further and further out in search of new lands or even trying his luck with a spot of diving for treasure, he adores each moment spent enjoying the unique breeze of the ocean. He both appreciates having a crew to work with him, as well as those rare occasions he can go out by himself and relish in the peace he feels while being swayed by the waves. A kind and jovial man, Gideon is often seen with a smile on his face. An eternal optimist and forward thinker who enjoys every sunrise, eager to discover what the new day may bring for him. Kinks: Energetic/Rough Sex, BDSM (He's quite good at tying knots, after all~!), Dominance, Excessive Cum Limits: Gore, Scat and Vore are my three hard no's. Aside from them, if you seem passionate enough about it, Gideon will almost certainly be willing to give it a go! Reference Image (Or detailed Description):

High tide

Whirlwind romance