Much to Dreamer Sudo's frustration, they have wandered too close to the dream-Tanabata tree and have created a bubble much too easy for strangers to wander into.
As you step into it, it feels like you've just come into a warm, inviting house from the bitter cold outside. The sensation of snowflakes melting on your head and shoulders are the last grasp of cold before you feel the lick of heat from a roaring, well-fed fireplace. You find yourself in an extravagant living room, dressed to the nines for Christmas: everywhere you look is decorated in reds, golds, whites, and green.
An elaborately decorated Christmas tree that would require anyone to need a ladder to get to the top of it stands in the corner; world renowned game developer Larry Laffer busy with his seven-year-old daughter putting the last touches on it. His wife, tech CEO Faith Less, sits in a large, comfy recliner with four-year-old son in her lap as she reads a Christmas picture book to him. A moody pre-teen taps away at a Nintendo Switch, not really participating in the festivities...but not in another room, either.
Other than the main cast before you, extended family comes in and out. All of Larry's half-dozen sisters are here, all with their husbands and wives and kids, flitting in and out of the dream bubble and presumably to other rooms like the kitchen and den, occasionally stopping by to contribute to the Christmas tree or listen to storytime.
The vibe is busy, warm, cozy, loving.
There's a lot to unpack here. This wish manifestation threatens Sudo's efforts to conceal their waking world identity, which is the biggest, surface-level concern. The secondary concern is that this wish is something that they've always known about but tries to not to think too much about, hoping that it's just a fleeting desire that comes to them only in quiet moments.
Dreamer Sudo is still. Unnervingly still, facial expression neutral. The only thing that betrays their emotions is the occasional flick of their tail, like a mildly bothered cat.
Why couldn't it have been just some kind of embarrassing wet dream?
Larry Laffer 🌺 Dreamer Sudo; cw: fertility, nsfw
Much to Dreamer Sudo's frustration, they have wandered too close to the dream-Tanabata tree and have created a bubble much too easy for strangers to wander into.
As you step into it, it feels like you've just come into a warm, inviting house from the bitter cold outside. The sensation of snowflakes melting on your head and shoulders are the last grasp of cold before you feel the lick of heat from a roaring, well-fed fireplace. You find yourself in an extravagant living room, dressed to the nines for Christmas: everywhere you look is decorated in reds, golds, whites, and green.
An elaborately decorated Christmas tree that would require anyone to need a ladder to get to the top of it stands in the corner; world renowned game developer Larry Laffer busy with his seven-year-old daughter putting the last touches on it. His wife, tech CEO Faith Less, sits in a large, comfy recliner with four-year-old son in her lap as she reads a Christmas picture book to him. A moody pre-teen taps away at a Nintendo Switch, not really participating in the festivities...but not in another room, either.
Other than the main cast before you, extended family comes in and out. All of Larry's half-dozen sisters are here, all with their husbands and wives and kids, flitting in and out of the dream bubble and presumably to other rooms like the kitchen and den, occasionally stopping by to contribute to the Christmas tree or listen to storytime.
The vibe is busy, warm, cozy, loving.
There's a lot to unpack here. This wish manifestation threatens Sudo's efforts to conceal their waking world identity, which is the biggest, surface-level concern. The secondary concern is that this wish is something that they've always known about but tries to not to think too much about, hoping that it's just a fleeting desire that comes to them only in quiet moments.
Dreamer Sudo is still. Unnervingly still, facial expression neutral. The only thing that betrays their emotions is the occasional flick of their tail, like a mildly bothered cat.
Why couldn't it have been just some kind of embarrassing wet dream?