It's literally called gay dragon harem quest

what in the world were you people expecting

PS: just because it's guys liking guys doesn't mean it's porn

I didn't see that anywhere. The tittle gave me the impression that he saying he gay as a last resort to get away from some situation with a girl that won't accept he not interested in her.

I was expecting crazy highjinks like a dragon accidentally building a unwanted harem and our goal is the escape from said potential love interests.

Edit: also what in the world is r/braincel
 
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[X] Ask him to leave because you really should get to cleaning up and Mother will have Questions if she finds this scantily-clad ifrit in your den.
 
I didn't see that anywhere. The tittle gave me the impression that he saying he gay as a last resort to get away from some situation with a girl that won't accept he not interested in her.

I was expecting crazy highjinks like a dragon accidentally building a unwanted harem and our goal is the escape from said potential love interests.

Edit: also what in the world is r/braincel
But that isn't what the actual story portrays at all?

Also my god the description went full ham, and I love it.

Also Oh no I don't know what to vote for.
 
[X] Ask him to leave because you really should get to cleaning up and Mother will have Questions if she finds this scantily-clad ifrit in your den.

I didn't see that anywhere. The tittle gave me the impression that he saying he gay as a last resort to get away from some situation with a girl that won't accept he not interested in her.

Oh no the conversation was with his mother trying to get him a mate, and now she is coming over to find a him a hot guy.
 
I was under the impression he a asexual or just didn't want to be in a relationship yet.

Eldingar gives me the impression that he'd like a boyfriend but he's...pretty much the dragon equivalent of a listless twentysomething, and looking for a relationship takes a lot of emotional energy that could be spent rolling around in the snow, counting the coins in his hoard, or LARPing as Lord Elding.
 
[X] Ask what he plans to do if releasing him from his lamp is "who dares" territory. If he thinks he can intimidate a dragon he's got another thing coming.
 
[] Ask him to please not ever put on a shirt or pants.
[X] Ask him to leave because you really should get to cleaning up and Mother will have Questions if she finds this scantily-clad ifrit in your den.

Flip-flop!
 
[ ] Ask why he'd be showing up on a magic map you bought in an underground market, and why he'd be lumped in with six other destinations besides.
[X] Ask him to leave because you really should get to cleaning up and Mother will haveQuestions if she finds thisscantily-clad ifrit in your den.
 
You flomp down flat on your back on top of your gold, loose coins rising all at once like glittering, jingling dust in your wake. A crown topples down the slope of the hoard and goes rolling off towards the wall, slowly losing momentum, tipping over and swerving into a melodiously-ringing spiral. You stare straight up at the ceiling, limbs all askew.

The weekend is going to be awful. Just a complete trainwreck. And not the fun kind of trainwreck where two trains just plough straight into each other head-on which has sadly never actually happened outside of your imagination. The kind where some magical beastie's gnawed on a section of track too badly and it hasn't been reported in time so one wheel leaves the rail and the whole thing just kind of slowly, inexorably, flops over on its side and lies still because its mother was right and it really wouldn't ever amount to anything.
The combination of the image of this mighty dragon awkwardly sprawled out on his back, wings splayed out so as not to be crushed and legs stretched out like a particularly relaxed cat, except morosely instead of happily, and the image of Disappointed Mom Train, makes me giggle.
Thunder rumbles in the distance, the distant crash of waves on the jagged rocks below your lofty rainreaved perch a somewhat soothing white noise.
Oooh, 'rainreaved', that's a nice word.
Flomp you go again, forelegs crossing and buckling as your heavy, angular jaw lands on them with a thump. You're very good at performative misery at this point, you imagine there's some invisible audience watching your every move and feeling your every thought. 'Feel bad for me', you tell that invisible audience up in the nosebleeds. 'Oh woe is me for I am sad and the little people should shut up and let me talk about it at great length.'
...

/me staaaaaaares at @ZerbanDaGreat

I'd say this is a little on the nose, but dragons have very fine noses, so I will accept it.
What you clutch in your claws is not the bath-toy but in fact a lamp. A lamp that you're certain you already knew was magical when you threw it on the pile, but as with all items you find rather than buy you never really bothered to figure out what it does. Just being Magic is enough. Or shiny.
Comes to the same thing, really. All good magic items are very shiny.
The figure's reclining in mid-air, carelessly slouched across a near-horizontal bed of glittering golden sand that occasionally flickers with tongues of flame. Perhaps at first glance the ignorant could mistake it for an ordinary man, but even then not for long. He's perfectly formed in every way, flawless sun-dark skin stretched taut over planes of muscle so carefully toned they seem almost purposefully shaped rather than naturally earned. He might be about as tall as you were he deigning to set his bare feet on the same cold stone as you, his dark brown hair streaked with gold carelessly slicked back but for a few almost deliberately-chosen strands that hang forward, drawing the eye. His own half-lidded eyes are like pools of molten gold, literally glowing with power and unearthly light. And speaking of molten gold... he's covered in it. It's as if he put on every last piece of his finest jewellery and simply walked through a furnace, letting it melt and dribble down the planes and contours of his body and cool where it lay. Bonding it to his skin like rippling, gleaming tattoos of precious metal. Bands of it around his arms, his wrists, his calves, his ankles, half-liquid piercings at his ears and chest, his throat is practically solid gold. His fingers and toes, perhaps backed in decorative nail-guards once, are now lustrous gold claws that seem to dance with sparks of the fire he could so easily command to rise again. The only actual clothing he's wearing is a a pure white skirt that barely comes to the knee. It's a good thing he's lying perpendicular to you or you'd be seeing even more.
First husbando get! And I don't believe for a moment that he's nearly as noncholant as he appears. Wearing all that gold? To meet a dragon? Please, that's a painstakingly prepared Look carefully aimed at making a dragon salivate if ever there was one. He's practically basted himself in draconic aphrodisiacs. And it's working, because I prefer silver to gold but whew, that's some appreciative prose.
[ ] Ask him where he's from. You've heard plenty of rumours about where various stripes of djinn come from but you've never had a chance to ask one yourself.
[ ] Ask what he plans to do if releasing him from his lamp is "who dares" territory. If he thinks he can intimidate a dragon he's got another thing coming.
[ ] Ask why he'd be showing up on a magic map you bought in an underground market, and why he'd be lumped in with six other destinations besides.
[ ] Ask if you can get your three wishes now.
[ ] Ask him to leave because you really should get to cleaning up and Mother will have Questions if she finds this scantily-clad ifrit in your den.
[ ] Ask him to please put on a shirt. Maybe some pants too.

/me sucks teeth

Drat, this time I don't know what to vote for. And Zerban has cruelly denied me the option of using alternative voting to add my voice to everything that appeals to me, because he is a mean poopiehead.

so fffffine

[X] Attempt to ask what he plans to do if releasing him from his lamp is "who dares" territory. If he thinks he can intimidate a dragon he's got another thing coming.
-[X] Trip over your words and fail.
--[X] Ask him to please not ever put on a shirt or pants.
 
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Tada~
exquisite and powerful

The reserved post after the OP is going to be for the Husbando Pokédex and this will nicely commemorate the ifrit's addition once Eldingar learns his name next update.

Oh wow, fanart. You've really made it now, Zerban!

Shame it doesn't make clear how all the gold is half-melted, though, that's a nice touch but I imagine it'd be a bitch and a half to draw.

Yeah but by that same token I ain't gonna complain about free fanart 11 pages in because hot damn for a written character design to have landed so well. I look forward to trying to one-up myself with the other husbando introductions!
 
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