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jemichi90 · 6 months ago

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Thank you! I had a great time! ^^

Don't sell yourself short! From what I've seen in these responses alone, you are VERY good at noticing things and connecting them to existing ideas or exploring alternate possibilities. You've made several points that forced me to reconsider my theories to see if they still work with those ideas. And while that may not have changed my mind, it made my theories evolve and improve by adding more details to them. Something that I'm always excited about!

But yeah, this is literally me when it comes to Don't Starve! xD

Have you been in the fandom since the beginning? If not, well, let's just say that I've had some time to think about all this (ever since I got into the lore in 2013). Every update just adds more fuel to the fire with the little hints that can be found all over the place (although I wasn't active in the fandom for several years until I returned in 2022, so I had to do my own share of catching up then).

Still, I'm not claiming I'm necessarily right about any of this stuff. It's just the conclusion I've reached, and Klei could easily prove me wrong any day.

And no worries about not covering every point I made, or rambling about something else in your responses. I literally did just that myself in my previous response, and will probably do it again! Just say whatever you want to!

And if I misunderstand a point you made, feel free to correct me and elaborate further on the matter. I don't mind at all. ^^

It's a pity that my computer is a potato so I can't actually go to explore the caves myself in-game, so I have to rely on reading character quotes. But you are right, Maxwell is certainly unfamiliar with the Archives. The rest of the caves are familiar to him and he mentions some things he's done there previously. Obviously we have very little lore explaining the Archives as of yet (I hear that Klei is currently working on a big cave update, so perhaps we'll get some more this fall), but I wonder if these were the ”previous Ancients” - the generation from the Ancient Fuelweaver's time. Clearly they worshipped Alter, which didn't seem to be the case with the Ancients that we have some lore of. But I guess they could have just had different religions among them, and the moon worshippers lived separately from the ones that got consumed by the nightmare fuel.

That wouldn't explain why they are also gone if they didn't mess with the nightmare fuel though, which is why I suspect they already existed and died before that generation, leaving Alter as a forgotten deity. But all of that is a pure guess for now.

Oh yes, I remember those mirrors too! I remember wondering if Maxwell used the mirror in his apartment as an entrance to the Constant – or whatever world he was in when he was watching Charlie through the portrait. But while that may be true, mirrors have certainly gained a new meaning since then, and I will keep my eye on them in the updates to come as well.

Which also brings my mind back to another mystery I haven't solved as of yet, assuming there is a deeper reason for it; why did Maxwell scribble over all the faces of William in photos? Or if Maxwell didn't do that, then who did? Because the portrait he was using as a window normally had William on it, and his face wasn't scribbled over when he returned to his apartment. But a bit later it had been scribbled over just like the many photos we've seen of him... I doubt it's just a case of him hating who he used to be, but something more sinister... It gives me ideas, but nothing that has any evidence to support it...

I always wondered if Metheus IS Them, or at least a part of Them, since Metheus and Charlie seem to be a package deal now and there is certainly more of Them. Maybe that entire generation ”lost their heads” and ended up becoming corrupted and joining Them.

I do think that Metheus is a victim as well, rather than the origin of Them, so the dark mastermind that transformed all these poor, tortured souls into nightmare goop still remains a mystery... But the shape of the Crawling Horrors and Terrorbeaks does resemble that of the Ancients (as seen with the more corrupted statues). Someone pointed out that the monster meat even has a similar shape (take those implications as you will). Which leads me to believe that the shadow monsters are all remnants of that Ancient civilization, but they've completely lost their identities and memories and anything resembling sentience. Most of them, that is.

Speaking of the Ancients, I remembered noticing something curious from back when I was writing my fic. Looking at the statues revealed that the more corrupted ones seemed to be somewhat covered in hair (as well as nightmare fuel of course) – similar to what happens with rabbits or bunnymen with insanity, although obviously petrified in this case, which is a strange detail for a race that resembles insects or lobsters, but that's what I gathered from zooming in on the images. The corruption certainly causes some physical transformation / mutation to happen even before ”shedding their skins”...

It's funny and sort of cute how much Maxwell clearly loved his monsters and how proud he is for the ones he created. I wonder if he created the Ancient Guardian as well or if he was a being that already existed when he arrived. I think that most of the creatures on the surface were Maxwell's design, and the corruption mainly affects creatures underground (think of the monkeys for example). Rabbits are likely affected because they burrow underground. Which would explain why the Dragonfly is fine. The "nightmare cycles" only happen underground causing the creatures in the caves / ruins to corrupt and mutate. The cave entrances were probably sealed to keep it from spreading any further. Must have been some desperate times... And again, Maxwell had been in the caves, and he confirms that he was the one that closed the entrances...

I'm thinking of the rock lobsters too. Maxwell says he banished them there for a reason, and I really wish he'd elaborate on that. xD

Also, if Klei specified that Maxwell was the first human on the Throne, that certainly leaves the idea of the endless cycle open. Maxwell was likely the first human in that whole world! They have likely been dragging beings from other worlds / dimensions there for ever and ever... But that makes me wonder how did the Codex Umbra end up on Earth. But the key to that is more likely related to Wagstaff and his experiments, one way or another. I'll just leave it at that for now, since I know way more about Maxwell than him.

And yes, the cycle with the Gate is definitely letting Them escape – little piece at a time in the form of nightmare fuel and pure horror as you pointed out... It's very similar to what happened in the murals. Using the shadow magic allowed more and more of the entity to leak through until all the seals were broken and it started running wild and leaving devastation in its wake... I sincerely believe the Fuelweaver with those warnings of an impending disaster... >_<

And I see what you meant now, and it makes a lot of sense! If you've seen my post-Throne Maxwell art, you know that I tend to draw him with the darkened, clawed hands myself. I thought of it more as corruption followed by being directly linked to Them through the Throne attached to his arms and legs and probably getting nightmare fuel basically injected directly to his veins to keep him alive for an eternity while he's unable to leave his seat to do things like... well... eat. Powered by nightmares alone until that connection is severed... But his hands are indeed pale there. I always wondered if they got drawn black later because he covered them with gloves, but there is no conclusive evidence. Your theory is plausible though, and goes well together with that idea of the Ancient Fuelweaver being basically his future when more and more of his body gets replaced by shadow goop...

No matter what was happening or about to happen to Maxwell's body on the Throne, we certainly saw what it was doing to his mind pretty clearly. His projection that appears in the beginning of each chapter keeps getting more and more distorted and inhuman. Clearly Maxwell was forgetting how to human, and his grip on even his own appearance was slipping. He was just about to lose himself to Them...

Which is another thing I like to talk about, even when it's a very old theory, but it probably started all THIS (gestures at the entire post) for me, as I figured that the Adventure Mode Maxwells are either an extra detailed shadow puppet, or more likely, a projection of Maxwell's mental image of himself displayed in the dreams of the player character, because he only appeared when the character was lying down on the ground unconscious, and vanished as soon as they got up. In the epilogue you can see one next to the real Maxwell without being knocked out though (if you try to use the portal there), which is interesting. But that's likely possible because Maxwell himself is in the same room. Just a little bit of something to think about. xD

Yeah, the rose is such a huge red flag! Wendy was even following the trail of petals to the cave, and turned out they weren't from Abigail's flower, so we know which flower shedded those petals... >_<

And we'll definitely need to wait for a while for that update, since it should be the last one of the series of skilltree updates, and likely comes with massive lore! But I'll enjoy the ride no matter how long it takes. I've already been here for 10+ years, I can wait some more. ^^

I pretty much explained the thought I had for the rose. There were some additional possibilities in my mind, like maybe Charlie is vanishing, leaving only the shadow half haunting the night. But seeing that the rose had two flowers and both of them were nearly destroyed makes me think that whatever fate awaits Charlie, awaits both of them...

okay OP, in your recent art you mentioned that "you will explain if needed" and gave a detailed explanation of what might have happened (to Charlie and Maxwell).

I'd LOVE to hear more of your thoughts, and the "explanation" that you said you'd provide (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

ps i really like your art.

Oh! Hello there! 👀

And yes indeed I did. Alright then, get ready for the brainrot. xD

For a long time I've thought that Charlie died and came back wrong, and in the recent updates there have been several things hinting at it.

Here is a list of the ones I can remember right now:

Maxwell says ”There's a story behind that...” when inspecting a touch stone.

After the recent update, the ”dark side” Winona can sense traces of Charlie on the touch stone, confirming it's related to her (the quotes vary).

In the Encore animated short, there is a brief flashback of Charlie with the Ancient Fuelweaver behind her, and then her Chess piece is seen falling and sinking inside a black square on the board - some heavy symbolism there, sparing us from the gory details, I guess...

In Charlie's stageplay, the doll that represents her breaks, but she's brought back to life by the Mirror (Them?) - alive but different, as she says.

And then there are things that fall more into the headcanon territory, until more evidence comes up that either proves or debunks those ideas entirely, but I'll explain those as well, since they heavily influece my art inspiration.

I subscribe to the idea that the two characters in the ancient murals represent Maxwell and Charlie themselves in their early years in the Constant (but depicted by the locals that were unfamiliar with human anatomy). Time moves differently in that world so it could have been thousands of years ago, but the two made contact with the locals and briefly improved their life through the use of Their magic – until it backfired and the entity that must have been sealed for a reason broke free. Assuming the character with the torch really is Charlie, she died protecting Maxwell from the consequences of his own mistakes. In the final mural image, only her cracked head can be seen.

Another headcanon I have comes from the fact that one of shadow Charlie's arms seems to be entirely made of shadows (curiously, there are also arm bones attached to the touch stone, although they could have belonged to a pigman too, like the heads), so I think that whatever happened to her basically shattered her to pieces, and some pieces may still be missing - like that arm. But details like this are only a headcanon for now.

This also falls in the time period between 1906 and 1910-ish, when apparently some crazy stuff happened that Klei hasn't showed us much about – yet (according to their own post some years ago). ^^

So based on all this, my idea is that Maxwell summoned the Fuelweaver (as seen in the murals), but he messed up big time and Charlie got caught in the crossfire trying to protect Maxwell. She died a gruesome death (that may have torn her to pieces even more brutally than in my drawing). Maxwell in his desperation made the touch stone in a hurry (which is why it looks so rough compared to all his other constructs), carried what was left of Charlie there, and made a deal with Them to bring Charlie back to life no matter the cost. And they did. They just didn't bring her back exactly like she used to be, and she would probably fall to pieces and die instantly if she was separated from the entity that she now shares the body with...

I think Maxwell had been able to move freely in the Constant (maybe even out of it, based on his disappearances earlier) until then, but deals like that come with a price, so he lost his freedom and became Their tool (sold his soul to save Charlie?). Or something like that anyway.

There are also the parallels between Charlie and Abigail with their connection to their special flowers, as highlighted in the newest animated video. Charlie just might be another ghost inside a flower herself, but thanks to Them, she got to keep her body, or at least a form that resembles her body.. But I prefer to think that her actual broken body is still a part of the deal, as messed up as that is. We already know that They can keep a body that should have died a long time ago alive for an eternity, thanks to Maxwell. When he was released from the Nightmare Throne and time caught up to him, he didn't just die, he turned to a skeleton that crumbled to dust in an instant..! That's some old corpse, but he'd been conscious all that time because They wouldn't let him die.

So yeah, these happy thoughts inspired that piece. I might draw more about that if I still feel like it later. :D

#reply #3447 #thank you for your input once again #you have a clever mind #which makes me excited to talk about the possibilities #OrangE mentioned me in a very unflattering context but I took it as a compliment #I consider it an achievement #and he was not wrong #looking at this post I'm a pretty good example of the community brainrot indeed #but I wouldn't have it any other way #more fun #long post is long #don't starve #theory #theories #maxwell #charlie #JeMiChi talking #the brainrot intensifies

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galaxy-forgotten · 3 years ago

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Okiiii I have some further thoughts about the lore added in Kirby and the Forgotten Land! Like, I wanna have a quick discussion because I feel like we may have some new info lol

WARNING: MAJOR story bits included down below! I'm losing my mind here, so I will be talking about the plot, ESPECIALLY having to do with later sections of the game, so be warned!

So, here are some of the conclusions I've come to since beating the game. Feel free to add on as you please, I'm just speculating here, trying to get a full picture of what we know now. I totally could've come to the wrong conclusions about some things though lmao

Judging by the fact that Fecto Elfilis and their capture led to the creation of Warp technology, does this mean that Fecto is the source of the Ancients' tech? I mean, the star-shaped portals are confirmed to have originated from Fecto, and the Lor Starcutter kinda creates similar ones. Using their tech, the Ancients probably figured out a way to make these portals more clean and aesthetic rather than all rugged and unstable, so...

Are the Ancients the ones who abandoned this land? Lab Discovera was pretty high-tech for its time (enough to contain a literal god, which we know thanks to Star Allies is something the Ancients are no stranger to), and since they left via warp tech, do we finally have a source planet?

Did the Ancients separate into different groups upon leaving the Forgotten Land? I think that some left to Halcandra to rebuild there, some got obviously banished elsewhere (Hyness and his cult), and some possibly landed on Shiver Star, since that place has similar world building to what we see in this game.

This is probably going to be more of a hot take, but, possibly, is Fecto Elifis one of the original heroes that sealed away Void Termina? Hear me out for this one. Bc one of Fecto's titles is along the lines of "species born from chaos" and Void is known as the "essence of chaos," it can already be speculated that Fecto is a product of Void (especially considering their later color scheme). Since they know well-enough what Void is (and possibly Kirby too later on, maybe Void creations can sense another of their kind) perhaps they joined together with Galacta Knight and the others for more personal gains. They helped to seal Void away, then decided to travel across the galaxy to make themselves known due to their own power. Maybe they even wanted to take Void's status as a god, since Void was the only one more powerful than them. We can now guess that each of these powerful warriors may have lost their minds and become new threats after Void's sealing, so I don't think it's too outlandish to assume this lol. Plus, we now know that Morpho Knight is drawn to these individuals with immense power that had to be contained. Who's to say that Fecto isn't one of them? Maybe because of what they did to Void, Morpho came back to collect them and give them judgement as one of Void's angels?

Bc of the above, I'd like to suggest that Galacta was one of the first of the four warriors to be captured and sealed off for his strength. Fecto escaped and went elsewhere, but the Ancients eventually corned them upon their planet as they went to take care of the only individuals who could even manage to stand in their way. The Ancients obviously won that battle, and took Fecto (knowing what they could do thanks to their assistance in destroying Void) and used their abilities for their own gain. This might be a more headcanony explanation of things, but I like it lol.

As suggested before, Morpho Knight isn't just going around to absorb random strong beings in order to fight Kirby. Morpho Knight is going around specifically to collect the warriors who sealed Void. Perhaps they're doing this to appease the Void who wanted destruction, or maybe something else? Like (HC time, be warned lmao) what if Void was the source of all the warriors (during a time when Void was reincarnated with negative energy), but, in order to be free of Void's command, they worked with the Ancients to contain Void? What if Morpho Knight is another creation of Void, and wants the same freedom? What if they're absorbing the others and casting judgement upon them based on how much power they offer against another creation of Void's? Or what if they're just Void's angel who's going around casting judgement upon those who wronged Void? Idk, I'm probably missing something. Probably entirely wrong too lol

Anyways, that's what I'm thinking rn! Feel free to discuss things, I'm looking back at the lore of the series and desperately trying to connect the new stuff to the older stuff lol, I don't think I'm the only one haha

#kirby #kirby and the forgotten land spoilers #discussion time I guess lmao #kirby spoilers #kirby and the forgotten land

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professorsnape394 · 4 years ago

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Four: The Three Broomsticks

A/N: This is the fourth part to my fanficiton ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 1733

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

The following days transpired just as the day before had done; a lot of potion brewing and a little conversation. However, more notably Severus Snape was actually participating in the conversation for once. Aria could not yet say she had seen a pleasant side to the man, however he was acceptable to converse with at the very least. By the end of the third day he no longer pretended to busy himself with textbooks and he actually elected to help with the potion brewing for once. Being able to talk to the Professor and ask him any questions helped her a great deal in learning the correct procedures. She felt herself being more at ease around him, and soon enough they had developed their own way of working together, that she found quite enjoyable. Even Severus had become accustomed to the woman's presence in his classroom as she pranced around the cauldrons, laughing every now and then at his sarcastic comments he hadn't entirely meant to be humorous.

Aria had been lost in thought as she stirred the final potion to completion. "I was thinking." She said cautiously. "It's pretty hard finding things to occupy myself at nights, there isn't much to do here, except aimlessly wandering the halls. How do you feel about maybe taking a trip to Hogsmeade this weekend, have some dinner, maybe drinks? It would make a change from the elves cooking, although I admit they'd be pretty hard to beat."

"I appreciate the offer Miss Dumbledore. However you know how I feel about spending time with Mr. Hagrid, I doubt a change of setting would convince me, especially with the addition of alcohol." Severus spoke, his tone softer than it usually would at such a request.

"Hagrid wouldn't be there." She hastened to add. "He mentioned he has business out with the castle grounds. I just figured since the two of us would be here anyway, it wouldn't make any sense for us to sit alone."

"You may have forgotten, Miss Dumbledore, but I like being alone. I eat alone every night, and I do not wish to simply be your back up plan, now Hagrid has left you to do the same."

"I don't mean for you to be a back up plan Sev- Professor Snape. I just think it might do us both some good. After all haven't we been getting along better these past few days." Aria wanted to get to know the man more, she felt they had got off on the wrong foot and the way to fix this was spending more time together, and hopefully they would even become friends at the end of it all.

"You haven't been as disagreeable as I expected you would be, I will admit. This does not change my previous opinion." He stated.

"At least consider it." She pleaded.

With a sigh Snape flipped another page. "I'll consider it." He agreed, continuing reading his book, no longer interested in conversing with the young witch.

The next few days dragged in more than ever. Aria enjoyed keeping herself busy and was not used to having this much free time. The only thing keeping her sane was her passions for drawing and nature. She chose to combine the two and spend her days outside, sketching the beautiful landscape she found herself in. She preferred to opt for portraits, capturing the essence of humanity in her sketches, but trees were fine too. She shrugged.

Sunday morning eventually came around and Aria chose to tackle something she had been putting off ever since her arrival at Hogwarts. A small pile of letters had accumulated on her bedside table, ignoring each one as they came in. She immediately recognised the scrawled writing on the envelope and could not face opening them. Every second day she received a letter and it broke her heart knowing what lay within. Reading each one carefully, she knew she could not face writing the response the sender desperately awaited. Instead she scribbled a small, generic reply, making sure to include that she would be too busy to write often due to her crazy schedule. This of course was a lie as she had virtually nothing planned for the next couple of weeks until term begun. Aria did not want to face even reading any more letters as long as she remained at Hogwarts, and so she swore to herself she wouldn't no matter how hard she knew it would be.

A firm knock echoed through her quarters just as Aria sent her letter off with beautiful brunette barn owl. "Come in." She called curious as too who would be calling on her. Shocked to see Professor Snape striding into her private chambers, Aria couldn't help but question his presence there.

"I've had time to think about your offer." He stated blankly, visibly out of his comfort zone.

"And?" Aria pressed.

"And I suppose there would be no harm in joining you for one meal. After all, as you say, we both will be here alone, we may as well keep each other company."

"Fantastic!" His colleague gleamed, jumping up from her position on her couch. "Just give me some time to get ready and I'll meet you there? Say six oclock at the Three Broomsticks?"

"Six is fine with me. Don't be late." He warned, leaving the room just as quickly as he came.

Aria entered the Three Broomsticks at five forty-five, ensuring Snape had no reason to reprimand her once again for her tardiness. It stunned her to find the sallow skinned man already sitting at a booth, firewhiskey in hand, patiently waiting on her arrival. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she watched him tap out a rhythm on the side of his glass as he took yet another sip. She wondered if it was out of impatience or nervousness, either way she thought it slightly endearing to see.

Hearing the click of a familiar set of heels quickly approaching him, Severus Snape looked up from his glass, almost needing to hold back the urge to smile, but managed to keep his composure. He rose to his feet, holding out a hand to greet the fellow Professor, instantly cursing himself for such a foolish action. "Sit." He commanded, motioning to the seat across from his own. "I'll get you a drink."

"Oh no, there's really no need Professor." Aria insisted, shaking her head, causing her beach-like waves to brush over her exposed shoulders. "I'm afraid alcohol doesn't agree with me at the best of times." She admitted.

"Correct me if I am wrong, Miss Dumbledore, but as I recall it was you who suggested a meal and drinks. Or did I mishear you." Snape asked, feeling almost foolish, having already down two glasses of Firewhiskey.

"I did say that didn't I." The young Miss Dumbledore blushed. "I apologise, sometimes I just cannot stop myself when I speak, I often forget the consequences of drinking, which as it happens is the ultimate consequence of drinking." She chuckled.

The older man shot her a small look of disdain, not at all as amused as she had expected him to be. He let out a small grunt of dissatisfaction, and proceed to down the dregs of his drink.

It took a few more awkward moments of silence and Severus being slightly more irritable that Aria had wished for before the two finally settled in to a rhythm of conversation. Soon enough it came time to eat and Aria took it upon herself to call over the waitress. As he ordered Aria watched as Severus made no effort to look up at the woman serving him. It crossed her mind that maybe this was a deliberate attempt at ignoring her voluptuous breast and curvature of her hips. However, on the other hand she considered that maybe he truly was not interested as she thought back to their conversation a few days before.

"She's stunning." Aria couldn't help but observe. "You should go for it, chat her up, she might be into the dark, brooding, intellectual type."

"As I told you before, Miss Dumbledore, dating it not top priority for me. If you find her so attractive why don't you, as you say, 'chat her up'." Snape replied sarcastically, not expecting the woman to take him seriously.

"I might just." She said, finding her eyes following the waitress back to the kitchen for a moment or two. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous as the witch watched the woman walk away from their table, though he was not sure why.

"So tell me Professor Snape." The young Professor began. "What are the other Professor's at Hogwarts like? Who am I took look out for? Who's my competition." She grinned, wriggling her eyebrows menacingly.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean." He hummed in response.

"You know." She shrugged. "Who are you close with? Will I have to fight them for custody of you." She laughed, although the Professors expression did not change. "What I'm trying to say Severus is, I'm new here, besides yourself and Hagrid I know no one. I'd like to consider us friends, though you may have a different opinion. I was simply trying to express my nervousness at being the new girl. I was hoping you'd be able to help me settle in, introduce me to your other friends and colleagues that is." She sighed.

"You do not seem to understand my disposition, Miss Dumbledore, that which I feel I have made abundantly clear. I am not one to socialise. I am not one to make friends. I am here to teach and teach alone. I do what your grandfather asks of me and that is the extent of my relationship with the staff. They understand how I am, and respect that. I do not bother them and in return they do not bother me. You have been the first to struggle with this concept, Professor." He struggled to grant her the title.

"I didn't realise." Aria stuttered slightly, not understanding how she had not caught on. "I had simply thought you had a vendetta against me, due to my position here at Hogwarts. I didn't realise you shut yourself off from everyone. I apologise for any inconvenience I have caused you." The tone of her voice softening, becoming almost a whisper-like volume. She was embarrassed she had forced him out of his habits and brought him to the Three Broomsticks to clear the air. She realised now it had been a pointless act. This man had been stuck in his ways for over a decade and she would not change that a fortnight into knowing him.

"I am here, aren't I." Severus stated, trying not sound as harsh as he previously had. "Had I truly despised you I would not be wasting my time here with you. I have come to the realisation that if we are to work in such a close proximity to each other, it would be best if we maintained at least some level of civility with one another."

"I appreciate the sentiment, Professor." She replied shyly, remaining silent. Immediately Severus regretted opening his mouth. He didn't entirely hate her company and in fact he had found himself starting to enjoy the evening. It took him a minute or two to gain the confidence to speak the words aloud, but he figured the pay off was worth the sacrifice of a small amount of pride.

"Will you stop fretting woman." He demanded. "I was just beginning to find your constant rambling tolerable. If I wished to spend the evening in silence, I wouldn't have made the effort to accept your invitation to come here tonight. You have managed to entice me thus far, do not spoil what may be your one chance at a friendship with me."

"A friendship?" This piqued her interest.

"You know what I mean. A working relationship. A tolerance. A chance for me to accept your position as my apprentice." Snape corrected himself, fumbling over his words.

"Mmmm." She smirked, taking a small sip of butterbeer. "I'll just pretend a friendship is off the cards for us then, Professor. Although I don't recall you mentioning trips to Hogsmeade as an exception to your reclusive personality." She raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Despite his annoyance at her persuasive abilities, and daring comments, he was glad he had convinced her back to her previously inquisitive self.

Both choosing to ignore any reservations they might have about their 'non-friendship' the two spoke for hours with ease. With each empty glass of fire whiskey Severus Snape found himself relaxing more into the conversation, his reputation becoming a distant memory. It was the first he had allowed himself to truly relax in possibly the whole of his life.

It seemed in one evening Severus had gotten to know all there was to know about Aria's life, although strangely she mentioned nothing regarding her family and Snape chose not to pursue the subject. He loved listening to her talk, she was a rambler, rarely needing any interjection from him except the odd mumble here and there and that's the way he liked it. He was a listener, he loved taking in new information no matter the subject. Most importantly it meant he did not have to share anything about himself, unless the woman specifically asked, and even in those rare occasions, she knew better than to pressure him when he chose not to provide an answer.

Aria told him of the schooling she received in Ilvermorny, her school in America. She told him of her job working in a local alchemists after she left school. She confided in him of her dream to become a professor, or an auror even, really she was just desperate to make a difference in someone's life and her dream would not succeed by spending the rest of her days working in a dingy old shop. "And that's why your grandfather brought you here?" He questioned, the topic piquing his interest. "You told him of your dream to teach?" "I guess you could say that." She agreed, not wanting to raise any more questions than necessary. "He didn't bring me from America though, if that's what your meaning. I was already here. My mother sent me to school in America to protect me, with all that Wizarding War carry on and what with me being a Dumbledore, she didn't want to put me in any more danger than I already was. She remained here with my father however and I visited on the holidays." Snape raised a single brow at the mention of her mother and father but changed the subject completely, seeing the woman being to shy away slightly.

"It's getting late." Severus observed. "I should walk you back to the castle before it gets too dark."

"That would be nice" Aria smiled, rising from her seat.

The couple made their way back to the beautiful lit up castle as the sky turned a deep shade of blue above them. They continued to speak all the way down to the dungeons, this time Severus participating just as much as Aria. The Potions Master escorted his apprentice to the door of her quarters, the two of them swaying awkwardly not knowing where to go from here.

"You can come in for a drink... if you'd like." Aria hesitated to ask. "Although I'm not sure I have anything alcoholic, so tea might need to suffice."

"I appreciate the invitation, but it's been a long day for me, I'm afraid I must retire for the night." Now they were back in the familiar castle grounds Severus felt as though he had suddenly returned to his body, and the events of the night lingered at the forefront of his mind, a deep feeling of regret developing in his stomach.

"Very well." Aria agreed, feeling slightly uncomfortable herself. "Good night, Professor Snape."

"Good night, Miss Dumbledore." He spoke softly, rocking anxiously the balls of his feet, waiting for the woman to disappear into her quarters. With a simple nod and one final smile from Aria, she vanished from his sight. The sound of the door closing echoed through the halls, ringing in Severus' ears, and suddenly he felt more alone than he ever had before.

Aria stood with her back to the door, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. As much as she enjoyed the evening with her mentor, the intense awkwardness that occurred at her door, got her thinking about the man on the other side. Her intention was to get to know the man better, and though he did not confide in her much, she felt she had achieved that, maybe more than anyone ever had.

Why had he allowed her to get close to him when he claimed to distance himself from the world?

This thought circled her brain for the rest of the night.

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zeldaelmo · 4 years ago

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Hey, so while I've been a somewhat passive observer in the fanfiction community for a while, I've been trying to write my own fic recently. Though I admit this is a touch vague, I was wondering if you had any tips for a newcomer like myself if it isn't too much trouble.

You're not troubling me! Welcome to tumblr!

The perk of writing fanfiction is that you don't have to worry about a lot of things. You have characters that are somewhat fleshed out, you have a world and a setting. When you begin writing, it is ok to borrow these things for your story without adding much of your own. Take your favorite characters and throw them in a situation. You don't need a deep, philosophic theme at your first try. Keep it simple at first.

When you keep writing, the wish to explore certain character traits comes on its own and you can give in one by one.

So, if characterization, themes, and world building is not what you have to worry about, what is it then?

Stories boil down on characters having problems. That is what keeps the reader reading. You have to make them care for your character and his problem - they want to find out what they do with the obstacles you throw in their way.

I hope you're familiar with the legend of Zelda - breath of the wild (I'm assuming that because how did you find my blog if not 😄) because I'm giving an example below the cut.

So, I try to illustrate the characters need a problem thing here.

Let's say, our scene is Zelda and Link return to Link's house in Hateno after beating Calamity Ganon.

They arrive, Link cooks dinner, they fall asleep, Zelda makes breakfast and they start the rest of their life together.

Pretty boring, hm? No matter how many pretty descriptions of the house, the garden, Zelda's short or long golden hair, Link's extraordinary sense for cooking with herbs you will add, the story will stay dull.

That's because the story doesn't have a problem.

You can add different kinds of conflicts to get an interesting scenario.

a conflict between the characters. For example, the You-take-the-bed-no-you-take-the-bed trope. Suddenly, you have another layer. We are dealing with who is worthy (to sleep in the bed, to survive a Calamity they couldn't stop in the first try, to be loved)?

a conflict with another, third character. Bolson sees that Link brings a woman home, founds out that they are indeed not married, and insists on chaperoning them by sitting on the edge of the bed. (Hilarious? Of course, but that is a big problem when you just want to cuddle your soulmate!)

a conflict from outside. Link has forgotten to pay the rest of Bolson's money for the house and they have teared it down. Oops, no house, no future, big problem. A conflict from outside can be everything from society, technology over nature and so on.

an inner conflict. Link asks Zelda to do a mundane task, say, changing the sheets. She has had maids for all of her life until this day and realizes how much of a burden she is to Link and how utterly useless she is (in taking care of mundane things and in the new Hyrule).

So, my advise is that you think about the problem you want to give your characters. It doesn't have to be a life changer, sometimes an harmless white lie or the question whose turn it is with the mastercycle zero is enough. When you have tackled that, write the story from beginning to end. Just finish it, don't worry about quality. Then you can go back and flesh out and add pretty words. A half-finished story with a lot of beautiful analogies in the beginning brings you nowhere.

Wow, that was long. But I have another, last piece of advice. Even if you have the idea for that epic story that tackles all of your unique headcanons of which you have been dreaming of for years - don't start with writing a trilogy or something along this lines. The risk that you loose steam is extremely high. You can outline it and work on it while you need a break, but prioritize finishing (and posting if you want) shorter stuff at first.

Oof, I hope that helps and I didn't answer a lot of things that you already knew. Feel free to ask something more specific if you are prepared for more rambling. 😅

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 5 years ago

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DIRTY TALK

Pairing | jake riley x reader

Warnings | dirt talk, smut, sexual inference

Word count | 2359

Summary | You're Katie's sister and when she has an awful migraine you offer to take the kids on the hospital field trip. Once you get there the hospital goes into lockdown and you meet Jake Riley. After a few days you two grow close, spending most of your free time sat in the tiled hallway talking. One thing leads to another and suddenly you end up talking about your sex lives.

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You sat with your back resting against the cold tiled wall, head tilted back and your knees bought up to your chest. Your elbows rested on your knees, your fingers running through your hair. Jake sat in a similar position on the opposite wall, but he was leaning slightly forward with his forearms balancing on his knees. You both laughed as he bought up relationships.

"I don't think I've ever had a good one." You remarked with a laugh.

"I don't think I've ever had one at all." He responded, laughing even more. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. He sighed and carried on, "it's all one night stands. I find commitment...difficult." He admitted, ducking his head. You chucked and pressed him on.

"So how many girls are we talking about here?" You said, playfully raising your brows. He sighed, rolling his eyes and looking away.

"At least 50." He said so quietly, it was barely a whisper.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You said, leaning forwards slightly, a playful smirk on your face.

"I said at least 50." He repeated, throwing his arms up in defeat.

"50!" You exclaimed, shocked. You both laughed and he went red. He kept his eyes down, avoiding eye contact. "So what makes all the ladies swoon over you?" You ask playfully. Before he gets a chance to answer you continue. "His award-winning smile? His totally toned muscles? Oh wait, I know! It's the cuffs, isn't it? All the girls just waiting for a chance to be dominated by Officer Sex Riley." You both laughed and he shot you a smirk.

"Oh are they know? And you know this because...?" He winked at you and your cheeks turned crimson, you put your hands over your face to cover the blush. "Y/n, is there something you're not telling me? Is it you who wishes to be dominated by - what did you call me? Oh yeah - Officer Sex Riley?" He didn't stop smirking, his expression triumphant. You slowly looked up and looked straight into his eyes, deciding to play along - but secretly, there was no playing. You'd liked Jake from almost the moment you saw him.

"And what if I did?" You challenge, a smirk creeping onto your lips. Jake leant forward even more, his eyes igniting with a new kind of fire. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, looking you up and down twice, before looking straight into your eyes. You bit your lip, eyes holding his.

"If you keep looking at me like that you're going to find out." He said, lust consuming his voice. You kept eye contact, a smile tugging the corners of your lips. You looked away, deciding to test him. You looked down at your lap, examining your nails for a second before looking back up at him, noticing he'd inched slightly closer.

"Hey! 4-6 feet at all times, please." You said playfully, your smirk reappearing. He rolled his eyes and sat back against the wall again. He decided to mimic you, look down at his hands and examining his nails too. He didn't look up once while he spoke:

"Oh well. I guess you'll never know what my lips feel like exploring yours, my fingers trailing down your body, my tongue-" you cut him off by throwing your shoe at him. He looked up at you, grinning ear-to-ear. "Your loss, sweetheart. I'm great in bed - or at least, so I'm told." His grin stayed there, making him look innocent. You rolled your eyes.

"And what, do you think, makes you so great in bed, may I ask?" You challenge again. He looks down and back up again.

"Wouldn't you like to know." He winks at you.

"I would, actually. I think I need convincing in this matter." You grinned at him, eyes sparkling with wonder. Suddenly his features changed, his eyes turning a few shades darker. He leant forwards again - as much as he could.

"Oh sweetheart. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." He smirked. You raised your eyebrow challengingly. He smiled and leant back against the wall. "How about we play a game." He looked amused, clearly excited for what he was planning.

"Oh? A game?" You play along.

"I tell you exactly what I would do to you right now, if this whole virus thing wasn't happening, and you have to try to not get wet." He smirked. You scoffed, making it seem as if it would be easy.

"Oh you're on." You say, trying to sound bored. Your head snapped up as he continued,

"And, if you try to touch yourself, you own me a free shower viewing of you giving me a show." He said with a wink.

"And what do I get out of this?" You quirk a brow.

"If you don't get wet, you get the exact same from me - I mean, if you want." He added the last part quickly, as if he'd forgotten it. You smirked.

"Sound wonderful. Let's get on with this then." You say cockily. He clears his throat, about to begin.

"I'd back you up against the wall, pushing my front into your back and gathering your hands there. I'd cuff you, keeping you from touching me. I'd push you into the wall, my erection pressing into your ass. I'd lean down and whisper in your ear, 'are you gonna be a good girl for me, sweetheart?'" He paused to let me give my response.

"Yes, Officer Riley." I said smirking. He raised a brow but continued in his low, brooding, sexy voice.

"I'd push my knee between your legs, spreading them. I'd keep you pressed into the wall - cheek flat against it - with my hips and chest, while hands would begin to explore. I'd trail my fingers and and down your arms before brushing away the hair on your neck. I'd lean down and press a few sloppy kisses to it, teasingly. Suddenly I'd start to nip and suck, leaving pretty marks all over your neck and shoulder. When I'd run out of room I'd rip your shirt and bra off, leaving them on the floor somewhere. Meanwhile, My hands would trace your hips, running over your ass and thighs. I'd trail my fingertips up your inner thighs, eventually reaching the waistband of your jeans. I'd flick the buttons open and dip my hand into your panties." You took a shaky breath at the thought of his hands all over you, his lips kissing your exposed skin.

"I'd graze your clit with my fingers, reaching the other hand up and flicking your nipples until they hardened. I'd slip my fingers lower, brushing them through your folds and spreading around and collecting your arousal. I'd pull them out and shove my fingers in your mouth, letting you clean them off. While you did that I'd tug your jeans and panties down, letting them pool at your feet. Once my fingers were nice and wet, I'd bring them back to your clit and I'd start rubbing slow circles on it. As you'd start moaning I'd demand you say my name. Without warning, I'd use my other hand and slip a finger into your slick cunt, pushing in to the knuckle and slowly pulling out to the tip - before repeating over and over, making you feel every ridge. Once you were nice and wet I'd add another finger, starting to pump faster and harder. While doing this I'd keep drawing circles on your clit, keeping them in time with each other." You quietly groaned at the thought of Jake fingering you, knowing your panties were probably soaked through already. When you agreed to this game you probably overestimated your self-control. He continued on:

"Once you began shaking I'd add a third finger, stretching out your tight walls. I'd begin curling my fingers to hit your spot, every time I thrusted doing this. I'd bring you to your orgasm and wouldn't stop, letting you ride it out. I'd pull my fingers out and spin you around roughly, so your back was to the wall. I'd kiss down your neck, chest - stopping for a moment to roll your nipples between my fingers, nipping and tugging them with my teeth - and back down your torso, until I was on my knees in-front of you, eye level with your glistening core. I'd look up at you and keep eye contact as I'd lean forward, kitten licking your clit. As you squirmed I'd insert two fingers into your aching core and begin thrusting, fast. As I did this and envelope your clit in my mouth, sucking, nibbling, tugging it out with my teeth." You had closed your eyes without realising, beginning to trail you hands into you jeans and panties, rubbing soft circles on your clit. Jake noticed and kept going, enjoying watching you as he spoke.

"As you'd orgasm a second time, I'd clean every drop of your cum, before standing up and spinning you round again, pulling your ass into me so you're slightly bent over. I'd undo my trousers and let them and my boxers fall to my feet. I'd stroke myself with one hand, using the other to rub over the curve of your ass. When you least expected it I'd bring my hand down onto you ass hard, leaving a red mark. I'd run my top up and down your slit, pushing it in ever so slightly and pulling back out until I had you begging me for more. All of a sudden I would ram my dick into you, all at once, and start pounding into you. I'd wrap a hand around your throat and pull you back into me, using the other to slap your ass or rub your clit. I'd whisper dirty things in your ear as I fucked you senseless, pulling my cock out to the tip and thrusting the whole way in, making you feel every inch."

"What would you whisper?" You interrupt. Jake licked his lips at the sight of you as you pushed a finger into your core.

"I'd whisper things like, 'such a tight cunt, sweetheart' 'do you like my big cock in your tight pussy?' 'Do you like that?' 'Cum for me, make a mess of my cock'." You moaned at the thought.

"As you reached a mind-shattering third orgasm I'd let you hide your high, before pulling you and grabbing a fist-full if your hair - forcing you into your knees in-front of me. And push my cock into your mouth, making you take it all the way and holding you there, before pulling you away and letting you breath fro a second. I'd repeat this a few times before holding your head still and fucking that pretty little mouth of yours until I came, making you swallow every drop of my cum." You moaned out, another finger in your core now and you could feel the knot tightening.

"Once I'm done I'd pull you back to see my cum dripping down your chin, tears leaking from your gag reflex." He smirked as your face contorted, a string of profanities leaving your lips.

"FUck Jake!" You screamed as you came, your orgasm ripping through you. You opened your eyes to see Jake grinning.

"I win." Was all he said, his eye-sight shifting down to your core, where your panties were soaked through with your cum and juices. You had discarded your jeans - thankfully - leaving you in your underwear and t-shirt. "Do me a favour and suck your fingers clean, sweetheart." Jake said seductively. You put your soaked fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean of your juices, moaning around them at your taste. Jake looked at you, mesmerised. You never broke eye-contact with him the whole time. "How you manage to have that innocent look in your eyes while you do something so dirty, I have no idea." He remarked smugly. "God what I'd give to taste you right now." He mused to himself.

"We should get back. You've got a room full of kids upstairs." He said, chucking you your jeans. You nodded and pulled your jeans on, trying to walk but shaking slightly. Jake laughed. "Or maybe we should wait a while until you regain your strength." You nodded, stumbling forward and grabbing his arm. He leant down to your ear and whispered, "After I was finished with you, you wouldn't even be able to stand." You gulped and sunk back to the floor, resuming your original position with Jake sat in-front of you. "So, when do I get my shower?" He asked playfully.

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An hour later you were sat on your bed, opposite Quentin and telling him stories about his mum when you were both younger. Jake walked into the doorway and leant against it, arms folded across his chest. He had on his black shirt and pants, already having discarded most of his uniform.

He smiled at your exaggerated hand gestures as you told the little boy about the time you and Katie decided to go and find a toad in the garden, but both fell down a ditch and she got out but left you, still determined to find the toad. You looked around and gave Jake a smile.

He looked at you, smirking, and gave you a wink. You blushed and looked away, hearing his footsteps as he walked over to his bed next yours and sat down.

"So, what are you two crazy kids talking about?" He shit her another wink.

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jacscorner · 4 years ago

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Pokemon All-Stars: A Fan Region/Game/Alternate Universe Idea

I like watching and rewatching Original Pokemon Game/Region videos. Like Mr. Buddy's "What if X was a Pokemon Region" and stuff like that. I wanna make-or, I guess, write-my own. Since Regions are kind of a character all their own and I'm a Wannabe Character Artist, I wanted to try and make one my own.

I've got no skills in coding, pixel arts, or anything, so this will forever be just some kind of dumb fanfic that sometimes incorporates Game Mechanics to justify things if it were able, for some Godforsaken reason, 'stolen' for a game. Cause, in 2021, no idea feels too big or too dumb. And, uh, trust me, this'll be a dumb fanfic of an idea. So be aware for the subpar writing talents of some wannabe writer who doesn't know shit.

Small disclaimer though:

>This region is being made with the intention that every extra feature will be available in it. Z-Moves, Regional Variants, Gygantamax, Mega Evolutions, and maybe some things I've forgotten. This probably won't matter cause it's just a dumb fanfic plot bible with mechanics peppered in. Competitive balancing be damn! Pokemon Fans can create their own balance! That's what the Battle Simulator is for! In fact, if this was a real game, then it'd have a Battle Simulator like Showdown built into it.

>This is an open source Fanfic Bible. You can take this idea and run with it if you want. You can omit all my bad ideas even!

>I won't be making my own Fakemon. I don't like a lot of Fakemon that exists out there and, trust me when I say this: I am no better than them. In fact, I'm fucking worse.

>If this WERE a game, it probably WOULD still have to cut some Pokemon. I doubt that kinda, and I won't get into why I think dexit was dumb personally, cause it doesn't really matter. But, like, my fan game/fanfic will have a lot of shit going on in it. So, like, realistically, there would probably need to be a cut, if not for data, than just cause there's a lot of work to do as is. But, like, again, under the context of a fic, this wouldn't be an issue.

>With THAT said, I'd want this game to have a Gen 2 Sprite aesthetic. My fangame, don't care if ya'll don't like that.

>I'm probably gonna copy a LOT of stuff from other Fangames I've played. My shit memory probably won't allow me to remember what I'm biting from what, so be free to call me out whenever. Cause if I stole the mechanic, I probably liked it the game. And if not, well, I'd like the recommendation.

Fuck, this was long already. The rest is under the cut, so, like, if you're already turned off, you can stop reading. I understand. I'm kind of a windbag.

Okay, so how many of you guys have seen this picture on the internet? It's a picture of a ton of Pokemon regions all...basically stitched together, since not only could this never be canon, but this goes beyond the size of even most open world games today. But this was the inspiration for this project. The map probably wouldn't, and probably couldn't, look like this, but it perfectly sums up what I'd want out of this game. Thus, it'll be our placeholder.

Our hometown of Capricorn Town is home to Professor Chestnut, and you, her faithful assistant, are about to set off on a Pokemon adventure of your own! The Professor is encouraging you to see the region of Sidus for yourself and is even willing to give you a Starting Pokemon!

Starting Pokemon

Now, if I'm not making new Pokemon, which Starter will it be? Well, the game will have the data for all the starters and will randomly select a Grass, Fire, and Water Type for you to choose from. Those will be your starters, with the option of also choosing Pikachu, Eevee, and Riolu, the two mascot mons...and Riolu, who is kind of a mascot mon, but a lesser one.

Let's say for this example, your options are Torchic, Piplup, Rowlet, Pikachu, Eevee, and Riolu. And, uh, get used to the words 'random' and 'generator', those are our keywords.

Anyway, once you get your pick, there'll be some kind of tutorial mission the Professor will send you on. This will introduce you to two very important things;

1. One of your Rival.

2. An Evil Team Grunt.

Rivals?!

Now to start getting into why this game might still be pretty big still be big despite the sprites on modern consoles.

Each of your Rivals would be one kid from each region of the 8 Mainline Games from Kanto to Kalos. How this'll be decided is that each pair of kids will be plugging into a generator and will pick between either the boy or girl version.

Ex. Brendan and May both cannot be in the game. Instead, they'll be plugged into this generator. Let's say the generator fell onto May. She'll be one of your Rival. Repeat this process 7 more times until you have 8 Rivals sprinkled throughout the world, each one given a defined personality and better AI to make them harder trainers to fight.

May will have one of the Hoenn Starters, sans Torchic. Regardless of whether or not Protagonist-San picked Torchic, May will either have a Treecko or Mudkip, again, chosen at random per kid. Whichever Starter you picked, your first rival will have a starter that beats yours. So, let's say moving forward, May has a Mudkip and you a Torchic. The other kids will have random starters of the various regions they originally hail from.

Anyway, your rivals will wander the overworld. If they see you, they'll battle you on sight. If they lose, they'll be gone after the next time you turn the game off. They won't battle you again until they respawn, but you can hang out with them. In fact, you can even recruit them to be in your party for a few days and they'll follow you around and just generally be your friend. It'll make every battle a double battle, but they'll battle you again before their timer runs out, so be prepared!

BANG! BANG! ENTER! Team Wild!

The two of you will have to face off against Team Wild! They have a Cowboy theme to them, using a mix of Ground and Steel-Types, with a few Pokemon being added in for good measure like the Ponyta Lines, Cacnea Line, and Remoraid. Cause...it's a gun.

They're an outlaw gang, they're rough and tough (or, at least, a mild threat) and will always throw down when they spot ya. Something I'm just sniping from JelloApocalypse is that they'll appear sporadically and act as Timed Events across the map.

You and your new Rival beat them and send you packing. I'd imagine May and the other Rivals would mostly be friendly, but I'm sure there's one or two that'll just be jerks to you. Regardless of personality, they'll be pretty tough and programmed to skill with you. Your strongest mon you have on hand when you fight them will be the level their entire team.

With your tutorial done, the world is opened up! Your mom gives you your running shoes, some Pokeballs, and your...I don't know, PokeCelular or something, just the regional gadget that does a bunch of stuff. From holding your map to holding your VS Seeker.

The PokeCelular will also give you notifications on where Team Wild are! You can choose to ignore the events, but if you do, then they'll start to appear in the overworld know and will get progressively stronger.

A Balancing Act

This game will be an open world, 8-Bit Sprite Game for you to explore after you leave Capricorn!

So how do we balance that?

Well, we got our Rival out of the way already, so let's move on. Gym Leaders will have a pretty linear progression. However, regardless of which Gym you tackle first, they'll all be at the same level.

It doesn't matter if you decide to go across the map and battle the Bug Gym, he'll stay at Level 10, just like the Normal Gym. Whe you get the second badge, they'll all jump to Level 15. NPC Trainers will follow the same progression; the higher your badge number, the stronger the number of Pokemon they'll be.

Wild Pokemon will also get stronger. The more badges you get, it'll attract stronger wild Pokemon because they'll see you're stronger and will come out more.

The overworld will also have various dungeons in them that'll be Level Locked. Say, you go through a forest and you're just trying to reach the end of a maze. The Trainers and Pokemon will function the same as I've mentioned before. But, you can decide to go deeper into the dungeon. These Pokemon will be level locked, usually something of a high level, because this is a more dangerous part of the dungeon. But, there'll be some goodies down there, like rarer Pokemon and some kind of really rare and good item like a TM or something.

How will you traverse? Well, first of all, HMs? They're semi-back. BUT, instead of having to deal with teaching Cut to a Pokemon, you just need the move Cut and a Pokemon that can use the move and you'll be able to use Cut. A few other Pokemon that are reasonable candidates, but don't get cut, will be allowed to do this too. Like, Gallade can use Cut. It can't learn the move, but just holding the HM will get the job done.

Controversial opinion, but I think I've always liked the idea of HMs. On paper, they give you a reason to explore the world and go back to areas you couldn't before for goodies and make for a good way to get off dungeons until you get the needed item. Even something like Cut can be used to open up new areas for exploration for your squad of mons.

BUT, well, HMs suck. As moves, they suck save for, like, 2...MAYBE and they're only for, like, a handful of areas. You either hand them out as evenly as possible, forcing mons to take moves you don't wanna use, or you just get an HM Slave or two to use 'em all. But like they, they serve their function and all you need is the Pokemon in question and NOT teach them the move. If you need a Move Deleter just so people aren't stuck having to use Rock Smash for three towns, then there's a problem with your RPG. Imagine playing Final Fantasy and you had to give your Fighter the Bronze Axe to get through a forest and still had to fight with it, even though you got a +12 Silver Sword! It's no wonder people hated these things! But I don't think getting rid of them and introducing Rental Pokemon was a good solution either and adds a different, albeit less intrusive problem.

Gym Leaders

So, how do Gym Leaders work?

Much like your rivals, they'll be randomly generated. Let's say, hypothetically, there's a pool of 60 Gym Leaders and Elite Four members. The game will randomly generate 16 to be Gym Leaders. The generator will have some kind of complicated math (at least, too complicated for me) so that you don't have more than 2 gyms of the same type. (Example: Misty and Nessa might be Active Gyms, Siebold can't be selected for a Gym cause the Water Slots are taken).

As a trade off, some Gyms might have special conditions before you can challenge them. Like, if you got stuck with Koga as a Gym Leader, than he'll only let you in if you complete a nearby dungeon and help his daughter out cause he doesn't trust her to make it back on her own. Or, like, Claire's a Gym Leader, but she won't battle you unless you've collected 7 Gym Badges prior at least.

The Gym Leaders, as mentioned before, will get progressively stronger with each badge obtained. After the 8th badge, you can go and climb Victory Road, face the E4 and confront the Champion! You can keep hunting Gym Leaders, but just remember that the E4 will always be 10 Levels above the strongest gym you beat. And they'll just get stronger with every one you beat until all 16 are slain.

Another handful, let's say 8, Gym Leaders/E4 Members will be wondering around as NPC Trainers. The justification is that this big super region is in some Alternate Universe Pokemon Game that has all the Pokemon and other important trainers in it, hence why we can have a game where Roxanne and Lenora are hanging out at a coffee shop. They're not Rivals, more like stronger NPCs you can rematch and wonder the map. They're not here to be the very best like no one ever was.

I mean, I'd like, like, 10-20 instead of 8 extras, but let's not get TOO greedy...yet...

Elite Four

And now, it's time to flip the script. Cause if E4 members can be Gym Leaders, then who are the Elite Four?

Easy. The Rivals.

All the Rival characters will be put in a random generator as well. The four that are chosen. You can have an Elite Four made up of Wally, Marnie, Hau, and Barry and you gotta deal with it.

This is excluding Brendan and May, Blue, and Calem and Serena. Anyone else is fair game.

Champion

So, the Champion. Who would it be in this? There was a funny idea I had, but this is a Pokemon Game. So there would be two versions. We'll call them Pokemon Dawn & Dusk. The difference between these games is the game Champion!

Benga would be the Champion of Pokemon Dusk, the grandson of Alder! His final Team will include Volcarona, Garchomp, and Dragonite, Pokemon he used in Black and White. I'd also include Scrafty, Rampardos, and Golurk, Pokemon used against you in White Treehollow and Black Tower areas.

Meanwhile, the Champion of Pokemon Dusk will be Zinnia, the Lorekeeper! Her team would include the Goodra, Tyrantrum, Altaria, Noivern, and Salamence she used in her original team, with her plucky Whismur sidekick becoming an Exploud and her ace.

You would've met them in the beginning of the game and would've showed off a bit by helping you with Team Wild before. They'll pop in and out throughout the game, at first amused by your tenacity, but not wanting a rookie like you to get hurt. But if you keep bonking Team Wild, they'll be impressed with how strong you are.

The show up to chat again when you beat 8 Gym Leaders, and will pop in if you White Out to give you some advice. White Out three times and they'll feel bad for you and give you an egg. Benga will give you a Larvesta Egg and Zinnia a Bagon Egg.

EXTRAS

So I don't got a lot of ideas for the Post Game, but there is one idea I thought would be cool if, if after you defeat the champion, they give you a call. They'll tell you that there are strong trainers wondering the Overworld and to be careful.

Because dotting the overworld will be Champions passed and proper! Cynthia, Blue, Lance; all of them are rocking Lv 100 Teams and are out for blood. They won't challenge you, but if you talk to them, there will be no backing out of the battle! You come with your A-Game!

sI'm not exactly in love with the idea of Team Wild. Maybe the Evil Team should go full fanservice and just be Team Rainbow Rocket. Or maybe go half-and-half; having past Evil Team members and leaders walk around in cowboy gear and acting as Team Wild executives.

I'd also would love Tournaments. Like, maybe that could be a weekly event in some town, they'll how tournaments and the characters that aren't designated as Gym Leaders and such will attend. Maybe there's a cash prize, maybe you'll win Pokemon Eggs of rare, guaranteed shines, or maybe you'll get some kind of important quest items.

Yeah, I want quests! All sorts of side quests! And can't forget what I'd do with Legendairs;

If you know Bengal's team, you'll know he's got the Lati Twins. I don't like that personally and would prefer Legendaries to be Super Bosses. Like, you gotta do a lot to find them. And when you do, their stats are boosted and they become an Uber Boss! You catch them in a cutscene after you beat them!

There's also just a ton of characters I didn't get around to or really have a place for. Emma, Looker, N, and the Stat Trainers all come to mind. Overall, I'd want them to pepper the world as well, but don't have anything to say except this: Pokemon has made a lot of memorable characters. Both good and bad. And this is probably my dream Pokemon Game; one where you can hang out with your favorites

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unklarity · 6 years ago

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Critical Role: Yasha

“I feel like I’m either very unlucky or cursed. And I don’t believe in luck.”

It's not very often I get the urge to make a box for a character from a series I've never seen/read/played before, but I clearly have a type, so I decided I needed to make a Yasha box.

Below is the description and explanation of all the contents of the box as well as more pictures!

I started out getting information about her from various places, including friends who DO watch Critical Role (I thank you all for your service and for answering my ridiculous questions) and then I got to work. I had a specific color scheme and plan in my head - for one, I wanted to use mainly flowers instead of an even mix of flowers and herbs, and I wanted to really lean heavily on the storm imagery.

Stones:

I struggled finding a focal point for the box for a while, and I'd finally decided on hunting down an Astrophyllite tower when I happened upon something even cooler: a mineral called Arfvedsonite, which is very similar in appearance and composition to Astrophyllite but with a blue sheen instead of a gold one. I found a sphere with the most amazing lightning-like flashes, and I really love the way it looks in the box. It conjures the image of a stormy sky, filled with turmoil and chaos.

I first chose it for looks, obviously, but when I investigated its meaning I was surprised how well it fit Yasha! It’s meant to help soothe deep sadness and emotional turmoil, and assist with moving forward and imagining a future after dealing with emotional pain, grief, and loss. it also helps people who have trouble communicating with others, encouraging them to speak clearly and be able to share their feelings truthfully and accurately. Lastly, it helps make major life changes easier, and can help when your life takes you in new and scary directions.

The sphere also contains almandine garnet and pyrite. Almandine garnet (aka Eudialyte) can help a person let go of the belief that they are unable to avoid suffering or hardship, is used to dispel anger, negativity and guilt, and also assists with processing the difficult end of a relationship and letting go peacefully. Pyrite is a stone for protectors, and helps increase both strength and self-worth, overcome feelings of inadequacy and help reach one's true potential.

Next, I collected some smaller crystals for the box. From the beginning, I knew I wanted some Iolite in the box as it reminded me of Yasha as soon as I read about her. It's a stone that helps wanderers and travelers with navigation, and helps with finding your path when you're lost, literally or figuratively.

There's also a baby blue chunk of celestite, a tumbled piece of gold sheen obsidian, a small purple amethyst tower, and a faceted blood red garnet. Celestite, as its name suggests, is connected to the celestial, which I thought was a good match for Yasha (lol). It represents gentleness, softness, connection with the divine, and helps nerves when talking to others. Gold sheen obsidian is a stone of protection -but also gentleness, which I thought fit well. It's good at shielding from negative energy and evil influences, and lets us shed our negative perceptions and grief slowly while bringing comfort. It also helps to stop us from self-sabotaging.

Garnet, in my practice, represents the heart. It means commitment, devotion, and trust. It helps you to remember things you've forgotten, and helps control self-directed negativity and anger.

Amethyst is traditionally a stone of protection, which does fit, but it also facilitates confidence and calm and banishes anxiety, helping you to form bonds with others and better communicate with them.

Potions:

The potions are a bit different for Yasha than my normal process, because I really wanted to try as hard as I could to use almost ALL flowers. Normally I use a mix of about 50/50 flowers and herbs, with the occasional other materials, but I wanted to make them full of flowery goodness this time. It took a bit longer and I had to source a ton of flowers from all over the place, but it was totally worth it, in my opinion.

There are 7 potions, labeled on the bottom with their corresponding number. The first potion in the first picture (#1) represents devotion and love. I wanted to make something that really showed Yasha's devotion to Zuala and her love for her wife, because I definitely cried about it and needed everyone else to do it too. The potion contains dogwood, lavender and sunflower for devotion, delphinium for commitment and yarrow for eternal love. It is sealed with silver wax and stamped with a sunflower in black.

The second potion (#2) represents the other end of devotion- faith and duty. I felt like devotion was the best word for both of them, because Yasha is very devoted to the Stormlord, but her sense of duty and faith is a different kind of devotion. This one contains amaranth and rosemary for faith and loyalty, and peach rose petals and bluebell for gratitude to the Stormlord for pulling her out of "hell” and is sealed in silver wax with his symbol.

The third potion, (#3) and last in the first photo, represents the contrast between Yasha's strength and her softness. She's tall and intimidating, but she's compassionate and kind to her friends. This potion includes pink roses for gentleness, pink carnation for sweetness and kindness, vervain for tenderness, chrysanthemum for awkwardness or bluntness, and then also contains hydrangea for coldness and aggressiveness, and marigold for cruelty and rage in combat. It is sealed in black wax with a silver sunflower stamp.

The next photo depicts the remaining 4 potions. The first one (#4) represents grief. Yasha has had her fair share of grief, definitely, and I wanted to be sure I touched on that. There's dark red rose petals for mourning, magnolia for grief, purple hyacinth which means "Forgive me," and Zinnia for carrying the memory of an absent friend in your heart. The Zinnia is for Molly, and the hyacinth for Zuala, but the rest of the flowers I think apply to both, and also to Yasha having to leave behind parts of herself with the people (and memories) she has lost. The bottle is sealed with silver wax and a black sunflower stamp.

The second potion in this photo (#5) represents fear and doubt. I really connected with Yasha saying she thought she was cursed, or doomed to suffer. I think the pain she has gone through really affects how she interacts with others. This potion contains chamomile for adversity and rue for obsession over your mistakes (rue and chamomile can also represent feeling cursed or doomed to misfortune), plus purple heather for solitude/wanting to be alone, and agrimony and yarrow for fear, cowardice and self-doubt. Sealed with black wax and a blue eye stamp to match Yasha's blue eye.

The next one (#6) represents growth and the journey that Yasha has made so far, both literally and spiritually. It contains rose quartz for healing and mending a broken heart, yellow rose petals for friendship, and cloves for gaining friends and being made a better person by those around you. There is one clove for each member of the Mighty Nein. Sealed with black wax and a purple eye stamp, to match Yasha's purple eye.

The last potion (#7) was a late addition, but when I looked at all the rest of the potions I felt something was missing from the narrative. This last one represents contrast, but most importantly transformation - in a few ways. Obviously there's the literal: Yasha says she looked different when she woke up on the Stormlord's altar, and then there's the transformation she goes through with the Necrotic Shroud and her wings. But I wanted to draw contrasts between Yasha running from her tribe and leaving the M9 at the behest of the Stormlord; between her struggling with being a coward and being so willing to fight. I wanted to show the transformation from her being helpless to being a protector to so many - from being saved to being someone who saves others - and what had to happen for those changes to occur. It contains bay leaf and moss for strength/power and becoming a protector, cinquefoil for being saved and granted protection, mint for virtue, and labradorite for transformation. This one is also sealed with silver wax and the symbol of the Stormlord.

To tie everything in, I added a small sachet with a hand cast d20 (filled with heather and rosebuds), a small health potion, and a sword charm to represent Yasha’s greatsword. I also included a pink carnation and dogwood flower, along with one of my favorite parts of the box: a miniature leather book that contains a four-leaf clover and other pressed wildflowers. I loved Yasha and her flower collection so much I knew it had to be a part of the box as soon as I heard about it! I hand pressed and added all of the flowers, and there’s room in the second half to add more.

Finally, I painted the inside lid with a lightning storm scene to tie in all my storm references, and the bottom of the inside of the box is painted with a set of black wings and a grey rose.

Inevitably I started watching Critical Role about ¾ of the way into making this box and am a fan now, so I’m blaming my friends for this one :)

Thanks for reading! Yasha will be available in my shop in my July 7th update (EDIT: she has SOLD). Feel free to ask questions on this post or in a message!

You can find my site and shop at unklarity (dot) com!

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otome--fantasy · 5 years ago

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Of Demons and Dragons

Ikemen Sengoku Imagine: Being able to turn into a dragon.

Ch.6

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of dark themes, mentions of alcohol consumption

You hadn't ment to fall asleep while you groomed your scales, you weren't even aware you had dozed off till an absolutely blood curdling scream and the sound of something wooden clattering to the floor woke you up. With a suprised grunt, your eyes shot open and you attempted to stand, causing you to bump your head and the points of your antlers hard against the cieling. You wriggled and writhed in a panic, desperately trying to move around as you had forgotten where you were.

"Princess?!?!"

Your head snapped to the open door to see a terrified Kinu, shaking with her hands covering her mouth, and the tray of food she had been carrying splayed out on the flooring. Your own eyes widened in suprise, but you quickly snapped out of it when she moved to run away. Without thinking, you lunged for her, catching her with your teeth by the back of her obi and pulling her into the med bay before using your nose to shut the door - all while she screeched in fear for her life.

"Kinu!" You called her name to try and get her attention, but she couldn't hear you over all her screaming. With a huff, you carried her to the center of the room. She was struggling and beginning to sob and hyperventilate as she tried to free herself from your grasp.

"Kinu!" She gasped and paused in her frightened fit at the sound of your voice.

"P-princess?!" She looked around the room, unsure of where your voice had originated from.

"I'm right here, Kinu."

She visibly froze and looked behind her to see you, "Oh goodness...!" The poor girl looked like she was on the verge of tears, "The beast ate you princess?!"

You sighed through your nose and rolled your eyes before gently putting her down on the floor and released her, "No Kinu," you corrected, "It is me."

She swallowed a thick lump in her throat, "Huh...?" And looked up up at you with her jaw dropped and eyes wide, "P-princess?"

"Yes, Kinu," you tilted your head slightly to the side, right ear twitching as you gazed at your maid. You briefly wondered how many times you would have to reiterate this.

"Wha-wha-what happened to you?" Her voice was shaky as she trembled, causing her to stutter.

"Nothing," you blinked, "I am the same as I've always been."

"But-but you're a...uh-"

"Dragon," you finished for her.

"Yes," her breathing was still erratic, but she was beginning to calm down. She collapsed into a sitting position on the floor as she watched you shift back to normal. She scrambled on all fours to hand you your robe once you had finished and she realized you were naked, "I came to collect you for your bath, Milady..."

She seemed afraid of you, but you couldn't really blame her. "Thank you," you gave her a small smile, taking the robe and sliding it on before securing it. Kinu simply nodded and staggered back to her feet, before silently motioning for you to follow. You trailed after her to the bath house where everything was laid out - towels on the racks, bath nice and hot, and some scrubbing rags by the tub.

"Well, miss," Kinu kept it formal, too on edge to be as open as she had previously been with you, "I'll leave you to it."

"Actually, Kinu," You called to her before she could exit the room, "I could use your assistance."

She turned back to see you sliding off your robe and climbing the steps to enter the bath. She gulped and silently made her way back to you while you settled into the tub. A small sob bubbled from within her throat. What were you going to do with her? Did she know too much? Were you going to drown her in the tub for finding out your secret? You could simply say that she slipped and fell into the tub while she was preparing it and no one would question a thing. Tears welled up in her eyes and slowly trickled down her face, "Miss?"

"You have a body scrub I can use, yes? And a brush?"

She nodded, walking over to the shelf on the back wall and pulled down a wooden box before placing it on one of the steps and opening it. She pulled out a brush, a bowl, and a few jars - opening them before pouring a bit of the contents into the mixing bowl. First she poured some pure white sand into the bowl, followed by ground salt. You watched her with curious eyes as she added a few herbs, oils, and other plants, "I thought salt was valuable?"

Maybe you had your history wrong, but you thought salt used to be very rare back in the old days. It was even sometimes treated as a commodity by some countries. "In places without easy access to the sea, yes. Besides, this is a special stash we keep for important guests."

Made sense.

After she mixed the ingredients thoroughly, you saw her peal what looked like an aloe vera leaf and add it to create a lotion-like substance. She then picked up the bowl and walked around the bath to the side you were leaning against and set it down on the top step, before taking a seat herself. She was obviously nervous, and was using the home made bath scrub as a fidgeting tool - constantly stirring it even after it had been consistently mixed.

"You have questions," you broke the silence and heard a sharp intake of air from her.

"T-the others, Milady," it took her a moment to gather her thoughts, and fight back the sobs that racked her body enough to form a coherent question, "d-do they know?"

"No, they are unaware," you sighed, making the silent decision not to tell her about Mitsuhide. She was shaken up enough as it was, you don't need to give the girl even an inkling that you may have threatened him.

"O-oh," she sighed. So you were in hiding? "W-what exactly are you, Milday?" There was still a bit of shakiness to her voice.

"A dragon."

"Are there more of you?" She gently began to brush your hair in an effort to give her hands something to do other than shake. She was careful when removing all the knots that had accumulated over the semi-long period of neglect. You took this moment to ponder where your ancestors would be in this current time period.

"Yes," she paused along with you before the both of you continued, "I think at around this time my kind was- are divided. Some of us live among the people, but most of us live in more remote places away from civilization."

Kinu stopped her motions once again, but this time she leaned over the edge of the tub so she could look at you, "Why?"

"I suspect because of the hunters."

Her brows furrowed in concern, people hunted dragons? Were there some hunting you? Well that explained why you hid yourself, and though it wasn't the full reason - had she voiced it she wouldn't be entirely wrong, "Hunters?"

"Yes there were-" you corrected yourself, "are many of them these days. Most of us think living with humans isn't worth the possibility of being killed, so we live secluded in very hidden locations."

"Oh," she seemed to sadden at this, before placing the washcloth into the bowl, and began to wash your shoulders, working her way to your neck before scrubbing back out towards your arms. She thought about your explanation, as well as the way you had been treating everyone since your arrival. She thought your confidence among the warlords was something to be admired - especially in the eyes of she and the more timid maids, and you had been fairly kind to her and the other servants thus far, "Well I think that truly is a great loss to the world that you should all stay hidden."

You chuckled at her naive view, but you couldn't blaim her, ignorance was bliss in this case but also dangerous. You were the only one of your kind she'd probably ever met (knowingly), "Most of us avoid people like the plague."

She tilted her head, not understanding the phrase, though whether is was due to lack of schooling or because Japan had yet to hear of the plague was beyond you, "But those of us who do live among you all," you sneared as you recalled the history of your people, "Nasty."

Oh yes, there was no end to the list of abhorrent things your kind did to the humans back in the old days. Sure there were some who just wanted to live peaceful lives along side strangers who looked like them, but others... human trafficking and cannibalism (can it be called that?) to name a few.

"What do you mean, miss?" Surely it couldn't be any worse than some of the things people already did to each other, and on some levels she was right, but still, "You don't want to know."

Kinu took that as her cue to shut her mouth before she continued scrubbing, but she stopped when you turned around to face her, "Would you head back to my room and prepare everything for me?" You looked at her with soft eyes and a kind smile. This was probably a lot for her to take in, and you wanted to give her a moment to sort herself out.

"Well sure, Milady. Was there a particular kimono you had in mind," she smiled feeling a bit more at ease now that the two of you had time to talk.

"No, I trust your judgment," besides, she probably knew better than you what would be more appropriate for an occasion such as this. Her smile widened, and she nodded before heading off to go prepare everything for you, and once you heard the door shut you let out a sigh. Today had not been the best, but hopefully from here on out things would get better.

You finished up your bath - scrubbing off all the unseen dirt and grime that must have accumulated from your many days without self care, before drying off, grabbing a new robe, and sliding it on to head back to your room. You must have been in there for at least an hour and a half, because when you returned there were two mugs of water on your dresser along with another full of elixer.

Kinu looked up from smoothing out the kimono that had been laid out for you and followed your gaze, "Ah yes, Lord Ieyasu said he wanted you to drink at least one glass of water and your next dose of elixer before you went to the feast."

You gave Kinu a tight smile accompanied by a small humourless laugh, "Yes, of course," that was the first thing you did after closing the door behind you - hoping that the preparations for tonight would take long enough that both drinks wouldn't spoil your dinner too much. At first you weren't going to drink the second glass of water, but the medicine seemed to be getting worse everytime you drank it, so the extra glass was useful for getting rid of the disgusting aftertaste.

You now stood in front of a mirror that had been brought to your room to dress you and eyed the choice of design on your kimono rather curiously. There was an embroidery of a large dragon that stretched from below your waist line to the bottom of the kimono, the main color matched that of your scales, the stitched dragon matched your secondary colors, and the floral designs that served as a background for the dragon added a variety of color. Your hair was in a nice bun with loose curls and decorative accessories of flowers here and there. You almost didn't recognize your reflection staring right back at you, and you remained silent till the other maids left.

"You look beautiful, Princess," Kinu smiled, the imagery of the designs of your Kimono ironically flying over her head - even just after your conversation, though you wondered if she had done this intentionally.

"Kinu, did you pick this for me?" You turned and gave her a gentle smile, wanting her to know that, if she had, she wasn't in trouble, but if she hadn't-

"No, Mitsuhide arrived while I was looking for a suitable kimono, and said that you had requested to wear this specific one." She smiled at you through the mirror, oh so happy and blissfully unaware of what had transpired between you and the kitsune, "I assumed you thought of something you really wanted to wear and had changed your mind."

Fuck you, Mitsuhide.

"Oh yes," you laughed humorlessly, "How could I have forgotten," the smile didn't fade from your expression, though it didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Is something wrong, Princess?" Kinu, having been a servant for many years, recognized even the most subtle change in mood.

"No," you reassured her by turning to place a hand on her shoulder, "It's beautiful."

She placed a hand atop yours and returned your smile, "No, Milady, you're beautiful."

After a moment your turned back to look in the mirror and sighed. Kinu made a last minute check of your attire before she was sure you looked perfect. She smoothed out any wrinkles or creases that had gone unnoticed, and straightened out your obi. The outfit wasn't ceremony fancy, or 'trophy princess' flashy, but it was very obvious a lot of time and effort had gone into it and you appreciated every detail.

Once Kinu was sure everything was in its place, she escorted you to the mess hall where you undoubtedly turned heads. You caught the attention of the warlords who had been conversing with each other, and a few of the vassals gawked at you. You were not quite sure where your place was in all this, till Nobunaga waved you over to an empty seat between he and Masamune.

"I'll leave you to it, Milady," Kinu smiled before she turned to leave, but you stopped her by grabbing her arm, "You aren't going to eat with us?"

She shook her head, "The servants normally eat separately from the vassals and in private."

Your brows furrowed and you glanced at Nobunaga before looking back towards her. You had words, but she placed her hand on the one you had used to grab her and held it, "It's okay, Milday. It's this way so there are people to serve and bring the food out to the others," she giggled, "And there are no servants for servants, so we all just eat in the kitchen or in our rooms."

You grit your teeth for a split second, she had a point, "If you say so," before nodding to Kinu and turning to make your way to Nobunaga. You walked to the right of the mess hall and around all the tables. There were six of them in total, five were arranged columnar so one end was towards the mess hall entrance and the other towards the back of the room, with equal spacing between them; the sixth one was set up horizontally centered towards the back, each end pointing towards the left and right sides of the room respectfully.

The table at the back is where all the warlords were seated, with the exception of Mitsunari who sat between Hideyoshi (to his left) and Ieyasu (to his right at the farthest end). As you approached the table, you caught eyes with Mitsuhide who sat at the end on the side you approached from, and glared at him. He sent you an amused smile in return that made you bite back the urge to swipe at him the way you did three months ago.

"Why Princess," the kitsune's grin widened slightly.

Don't react.

"You look absolutely ravishing in that kimono."

You sent him a quiet hiss when you walked past, before taking your seat between the Demon Commander himself and the One Eyed Dragon, "Mitsuhide is right, lass. That kimono suits you very well."

You shot Masamune a sweet smile and shrugged your shoulders slightly, "Thank you, Masamune. I had no idea it was in my closet." You didn't even bother acknowledging Mitsuhide as you had made the silent decision to ignore him for the night.

"Yes," Nobunaga cut in to your conversation, getting your attention when he moved a stray curl behind your ear, "Your outfit choice for the night is very fitting." He brushed his fingers along the decorative faux flowers in your hair, an action that was oddly soothing, "Delicate like a flower," he moved one of the tassels from your obi's ties out of your lap, better exposing the dragon embroidery underneath it, "But fierce like a dragon."

His words, his actions, his smug ass smile was all very breathtaking and sent a nice tingle up your spine. "Thank you," you unintentionally purred, "Though to be honest, I really can't take any credit. The maids picked out everything, and did all the work." You picked up your tea mug, "All I did was stand there and look pretty."

"You're having tea?" Masamune shot you a look before picking up a spare saucer of saké, "Tonight is a night for celebration."

"I don't think my doctor would condone that," you looked to the blue-clad warlord and chuckled.

"He wouldn't," Ieyasu spoke up from the other end of the table and shot the two of you a glare.

"Sorry," you laughed bringing the tea to your lips, "Warden says no," before taking a sip and placing the mug down. Masamune clicked his tongue and shook his head, placing the saucer down before picking up his own cup of tea. You raised a brow at him, and he shrugged, "Solidarity."

"Masamune can't drink," Hideyoshi clarified. Ah, he can't handle liquor. The revelation made you giggle, and Masamune sent a glare towards Hideyoshi.

"You should try some of the Sashimi and Dumplings, Milady!" Mitsunari leaned over the table to look past Hideyoshi and Nobunaga, and towsrds you.

"No she shouldn't," Ieyasu interjected, "She is still recovering. No raw foods," he said with finality.

"Damn Salmonella," you grumbled. To be honest it was fine by you, you were hungry but due to Ieyasu's warning you didn't want to eat anything heavy, and meat in general was as heavy as food could get. "What?" Masamune looked at you with a confused face, and you sighed - remembering that a lot of food born illnesses didn't have names yet.

Oh that probably means that any time someone got sick from food poisoning, they blamed it on someone trying to kill them.

"Nothing," you couldn't hold back the chuckle that bubbled from your own personal thoughts.

Nobunaga reached for something that was infront of him, but closer to the other edge of the table and silently winced in pain. The quiet sound caught your attention and you watched him for a moment, not sure if you heard him right. He tried again, only for the same sound to escape him. Were you missing something? When did he get injured? You took the tray of sushi he had been reaching for and placed it next to his, earning a quiet thanks from him.

You briefly glanced around the room, to make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you, and surprisingly the subtle spectacle had not gotten the attention of any vassals around the room. Nobunaga seemed to be favoring his right arm and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Are you okay?" You tried to keep the conversation quiet, but it was difficult with so many different conversations going on around the room.

"What?" He turned to look at you to better understand your question.

"I said, are you okay?" You spoke up a bit, hoping no one outside the warlords table had heard you.

"It's nothing," he stated simply, before brushing off your concerns for the rest of the feast. You watched him like a hawk while the others enjoyed eating and drinking, though you suspected the other warlords were doing it in moderation and you wondered why for a moment. The vassals however didn't hold back, they got loud halfway through the celebration, but their drunken banter put a smile on your face.

The group seemed really tightknit, more like a very large band of brothers than a garrison of soldiers under the command of different leaders. The night wound down when there was almost no food left on the tables for the vassals, and they left in groups of three or more to either head off to bed or find somewhere else to indulge themselves. Within an hour of the food depleting to nothing, the hall was empty save for Ieyasu, Mitsunari, Hideyoshi, Nobunaga, yourself, Masamune, and Mitsuhide.

Should you leave? You wanted to, but you felt awkward being the only one at the table to leave, before Mitsunari spoke up, "We should head to the council room before it gets too terribly late."

That caught your attention, and you perked up a bit, "You all are going to have a council meeting right now?"

"Not just us, you too."

Shut up Mitsuhide.

"But why?" You huffed, "I'm no one important."

"Nonsense," Mitsunari looked over towards you with a gentle smile, "You're the Oda Princess."

"Not a real one though," Ieyasu snarked.

"One of the topics we are going to cover tonight involves you," Nobunaga finally answered your question. Your brows furrowed, "Me?" You repeated, "How?"

Nobunaga chuckled before moving to stand, "Come to find out."

Ugh.

The other warlords followed his lead, and with a begrudging sigh, you trailed after them. You contemplated ditching them and just returning to your room for the night - being around so many lively people drained your energy. However, before you could linger too much on the idea, you entered a hall that looked familiar. Dang, here already.

When you entered, the warlords took their places at their assigned seats, while you followed Nobunaga up the dais, only to pick up your pillow and walk over to the spot next to Ieyasu, before plopping it and yourself down.

Nobunaga leaned back slightly and let out a sigh. You glanced around the room, before turning to look at the raven haired man, and leaned in his direction, "Are you really okay? You seemed stiff the entire feast."

"No," at least he was finally being honest, and you weren't going to have to jump through too many hoops to get an answer like you would most men. Your brows furrowed at this, "What's wrong?"

Before you could get an answer out of him, Hideyoshi cleared his throat and Nobunaga waved off your question. "I'll begin," Hideyoshi watched you till he was sure you wouldn't interrupt and then continued, "I have a report on the villains who attacked Lord Nobunaga at Honno-ji."

You perked up a bit, it had been a while since you heard of the incident. "Mitsunari," the brunette turned to his vassal, "The night of the attack, you sent several men to follow their tracks."

"Yes," he nodded in confirmation, "I had hoped to search for their whereabouts. However," Mitsunari paused for a moment to clear his throat, "Last night several bodies were delivered to the castle."

Your eyes widened, having a feeling you knew what he was going to say next.

"It was the men I had sent out."

You glanced around the room to gauge the others reactions. Most if not all of them remained calm and expressionless, though you couldn't say you were suprised. This type of thing was probably normal to them. People didn't exactly have a long life expectancy in this time period. You looked at Nobunaga through the corner of your eye as he held a disturbingly pleased smile in his face.

Asshole.

"They must have gotten close," he chuckled, "Apparently their leader doesn't want me learning his identity."

"We may be out of leads," Hideyoshi sounded resolute, and you could hear the anger growing in his voice, "but we won't give up the search. Those assassins won't be allowed to roam free."

"Hideyoshi, I want you and Mitsunari to come to my room afterwards to discuss this more." You looked at the Oda leader with a raised brow, though your eyes narrowed in suspicion - he was up to something.

"Yes, my lord," they both replied in sync.

"If I may, I have a report as well," Mitsuhide began to speak with a smile on his face, "The scouts we sent out to reconnotier the eastern front came back to us with rather curious rumors."

You raised a brow, partially because you had never heard that word used before in the place of recon or reconnaissance, and partly because you were actually interested in what the snake had to say. "It means to gather information, Princess," you shot a glare in Ieyasu's direction - half tempted to make his tea erupt again, but sadly he didn't have one.

"I know what it means," you snapped back at him, "You should be paying attention to the report and not whether or not I have a grasp on military jargon."

"They say the Dragon of Echigo is alive," Mitsuhide continued on as if he hadn't been interrupted, "And he is sheltering the Tiger of Kai back to life from his supposed death due to illness."

"Interesting," Nobunaga raised a hand to rub his chin in thought.

Dragon of Echigo? Your brows furrowed at the irony. How cute- a soft sigh interrupted your thoughts, and you looked at Ieyasu with an annoyed expression.

"The Dragon of Echigo is Kenshin Uesagi, Lord of Kasugayama Castle in Echigo. The Tiger of Kai is Shingen Takeda. They're brave generals who vied with Nobunaga for power. Both of them supposedly died some time back."

"Thanks, Wikipedia-" you snarked, but Ieyasu wouldn't stop till he had delivered an insult, "And incase you're wondering, your cluelessness was written all over your face. Try being quiet will you?"

"You should really get checked out, Ieyasu, it isn't healthy to be hearing voices that aren't there." And while your at it get your eyes checked too.

"Mitsuhide," your and Ieyasu's quiet squabble did nothing to interrupt Nobunaga and Mitsuhide's conversation, "Can you verify this?"

"Not yet. So far it's just been nothing but rumors. But I will bring you proof." You saw nothing wrong with this idea. If he went chasing rumors, he wouldn't be in Azuchi to pester you. Please go away, Mitsuhide.

"Hold on, Mitsuhide."

Ugh.

"Yes?" Mitsuhide turned his attention to Hideyoshi.

"Why are you leaving our lord's side to go chasing rumors?"

You had almost forgotten that Hideyoshi suspected Mitsuhide... Almost.

"It's simple. If they turn out to be true we need to know as soon as possible to plan our next move." Hideyoshi got quiet after Mitsuhide's reply, but that didn't mean that the brunette was backing down. Your gaze shifted between the two as the silently glared at eachother from across the room.

"Can you promise you're not planning anything?"

The whole argument made you want to groan outloud, but you refrained from doing so. You knew for a fact, the last thing Mitsuhide wanted to do was betray Lord Nobunaga - he just liked to play Devil's advocate.

"Anything?" A sly smile crept onto Mitsuhide's face, "Could you be more specific, Hideyoshi? I'm a little slow on the uptake, you see."

You wanted to slap that smile off his face and tell him to quit his shit, but you also wondered why he was trying so hard to look like he was up to something. You kept your gaze on the kitsune, examining him for answers.

"You know what I'm talking about. I need to know you are not planning to betray our Lord to his enemies."

"Would you trust me if I told you I wasn't?" Mitsuhide chuckled, "What's to prevent me from lying or changing my mind, Hideyoshi?"

"Mitsuhide," Hideyoshi spoke through gritted teeth, "why does a man of your talents insist on such-"

"Enough, both of you," at the proverbial snap of his fingers, Nobunaga's command caused the both of them to cease their arguing. Once the room was silent, Nobunaga spoke once again, "Mitsuhide, I give you permission to scout Echigo. Ascertain whether the tiger and dragon are alive or dead, and what's going on a Kasugayama Castle."

"I understand, my lord," Mitsuhide bowed slightly with a nod of his head. You glanced at Nobunaga for a split second before gazing over at Hideyoshi. He seemed like he had a lot more say on the matter, but kept his opinions to himself after that.

You remembered the first day you met everyone. Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide had an argument almost exactly like this that time as well. Hideyoshi wanted to hear Mitsuhide say that he wasn't plotting behind their backs, but like today, Mitsuhide was insistent on antagonizing him. You once again wondered why Mitsuhide didn't just tell the truth, he was loyal to Nobunaga. Fiercely so- so loyal infact he had come after you knowing full well you had inhuman capabilities. There had to be some sort of angle to this.

"My plan was to begin an invasion of the western territories," with that out of the way, Nobunaga continued the council with a smile, "but I may have found bigger prey. Any activity from Echigo can't be overlooked. Make swift preparations for war. Masamune, Ieyasu. Gather the troops."

Both the one eyed warrior and the blond looked to their leader and nodded, "Yes, my lord."

"The rumors better be true," Masamune held a playful smile on his face, "I've been waiting for some action."

"Princess," Nobunaga's voice brought your attention to him, "It's your turn."

"Hm?" You raised a questioning brow to him, and wontered if you should make a smart ass comment but before you could, he answered your silent question. "I have orders for you."

"No," your turned up your nose at him, an action that only made his smirk widen, "I haven't given them yet."

"Don't care," you turned your head away from him, emphasizing the fact that you weren't having any of it.

"I enjoy your spirit but listen to what I have to say first." You still didn't turn to look at him, and after a moment he continued, "I hadn't mentioned this before, but I suffered an injury in the previous battle."

That got your attention. You turned to look at him and narrowed your eyes skeptically.

"When you put down that revolt?" Ieyasu's voice cut through your silence, and brought your gaze to him before you looked back at Nobunaga. Why was he barely making all this known now? It's been three months, you felt like this is something that should have been delt with long before?

Unless-

"Yes. A glancing blow from one of the arrows, but it has yet to heal."

You couldn't even say if it was true or not, you had been absent for a majority of the battle due to having to deal with a small skirmish of your own. "However," the raven haired warlord continued, "I must be in perfect condition for the next battle. And so I will be going on retreat to the springs."

Your glare only hardened as you watched him, silently searching for more answers, because you knew there was something he wasn't telling you.

"My dearest Lucky Charm will be coming with me."

"What?" Just like that you snapped out of your thoughts, "Why?"

"Isn't that nice," Mitsuhide chuckled from the other side of the room, "Congratulations on being chosen for such an important mission."

"I'm counting on you to not fall for our Lord too quickly, lass," Masamune jested at you in a friendly manner, a smug smirk etched on to his features.

"No one has answered my question yet???" You looked at the others confused.

"Princess," Hideyoshi tried to reassure you, you think, "remember to serve Lord Nobunaga as I would," or give you tips, you guess.

"But why???" You raised a brow at the brunettes comment. Bad choice of words, Hideyoshi, but then again he doesn't know the two of you nearly screwed.

"You sustained serious injuries as well, did you not?" Nobunaga was talking to you as if the answer should be obvious.

"Well yes but-" he didn't let you finish, "Then the hot springs will benefit you as well." He nodded, as if the action could physically bring a close to the conversation.

"Is it just going to be you and me?" You sighed, knowing there was nothing you could do to change his mind, so you may as well get as many details as you can.

"Yes, if word of this injury got out, there could be another revolt. For secrecy, I will take no guards and go with you alone."

Oh even you knew that was bull. Nobunaga was many things, but stupid was not one of them. He had to know going alone would be dangerous. Sure, he had you, but none were aware of what you were - save for Mitsuhide.

Unless of course-

"We leave in the morning. See that you're prepared, Princess."

He's trying to make himself look like an easy target. But what would he have to gain from this?

You gaped at him slightly when it occured to you.

He suspects a mole amongst his ranks and he's trying to draw them out by making himself look like an easy target.

Nobunaga was giving you a teasing smile.

If nothing happens, then he knows his inner circle is safe and the traitor is lower in the chain of command.

You looked around the room, examining the men you had though you'd come to know. They had all seemed fairly loyal in your eyes. It was obvious from the way Ieyasu used to birate you about your interactions with Nobunaga that he respects him very much. Hideyoshi practically worshiped the ground Nobunaga walked on. Mitsunari's loyalty to the Lord in question was second only to Hideyoshi, so it was a given that by association it wasn't him either. Masamune was always so eager to fight for Nobunaga and for some reason their relationship struck you as brotherly, and Mitsuhide had proven to you earlier that day how loyal he truly was to his lord.

Who could he possibly think it is?

"Close your mouth or you'll catch flies," Ieyasu snipped. You snapped you mouth shut and shot him a glare.

"You should probably start packing," Hideyoshi called your attention away from the blond and your face scrunched up slightly in distaste, "I guess, since you're leaving me with no other choice."

Nobunaga nodded at your words, as you stood up to head to your room. Like hell you were packing, more like staying up and thinking of a way to get the heck out of here.

"Kinu will be bringing you your last dose of medicine for the day," Ieyasu called after you., and you loudly groaned before closing the doors to the council room behind you.

When you arrived to your quarters, Kinu was already there with your medicine and a glass of water, as well as a few extra maids to assist you in removing your complicated garb. You allowed them to change you into your night attire first since the smell of the medicine assured you that this glass was even more concentrated before the last. Obviously the idea of shaking liquid medicine before giving it so it was equally distributed in each glass was still a foreign concept, and you could only assume the medicine was getting more potent because whatever was still in it that was solid had settled to the bottom and you may be nearly finished with the first batch.

You almost wanted to spit out the last sip. It had an unpleasant gritty texture to it and it felt like it left a thin film over the roof of your mouth and your tongue. Kinu quickly handed you your glass of water, and you eagerly chugged it before handing it back to her and politely asking for more.

You straightened out your night robe and turned to Kinu after she poured more water in your mug. The other maids bowed you, taking your used clothing before leaving the room and closing the door behind them. "How was the feast, Milady?" She smiled and handed you the ceramic cup.

"Good," was all you could really say. Of course you had tasted better food, but what could you expect from a world that had yet to obtain the variety of spices and cooking techniques of modern day life. "It wasn't what I was expecting," you chuckled, before taking a sip of your water "Lots of drinking and marry banter from the vassals. Don't know why I expected it to be stiff and stuffy."

Kinu covered her giggle with her hands, "Of course not, Princess. Banquets like this are often to help the lord's and their vassals unwind, it also helps boost morale if it's in celebration of something, such as your getting better."

"Yes well," you moved to sift though your closet, not entirely sure if you should really pack, "It was great up until the end."

Kinu tilted her head in a confused manor, and you glanced back at her when she remained silent, before turning back to your closet and explaining what you meant, "Lord Nobunaga wants me to go to the hot springs with him tomorrow-"

You were cut of my the maids failed attempt at muffling her excited squeals. And you turned to look at her, a smile creeping on to your face at her infectious joy, "Oh, Princess! That's wonderful!"

Your brows furrowed and you snickered, "How?"

"Well, Milady," she hastily walked over to you with an extra hop in her step, and made an effort to speak a bit more quietly, though it failed miserably, "I'm sure you're aware of the Lords fondness of you."

Fondness?

You scoffed and turned to look at Kinu, "He's only doing it because-" you paused, your smile dropping from your face as did not want to tell her your suspicions on why he is really doing all this, and you also didn't want to tell her he was 'injured' in fear of spoiling his little experiment. She looked at you expectantly, "Because...?"

You cleared your throat, "He thinks the hot spring will do me some good, and he thinks I would enjoy getting out of the castle for once."

Your little white lie only made her squeal again and you rolled your eyes, smile once again returning to your face as you pulled out a simple kimono off the rack. The material felt light and the had a little more give than most, it would be perfect for traveling, maybe. Your weren't sure. It was hard to say since you didn't know how exactly you would be traveling. You assumed by horse, and you've never ridden on a horse in a kimono for extended periods of time.

"That would be good for the trip there, Princess," oh yay, you made a good guess, "Would it be alright if I pack your things for you?" She stuttered slightly, afraid you would take her request the wrong way, "N-not that I don't think you know how to dress, it's just-"

"Kinu." She snapped her mouth shut, "I would appreciate it."

Just like that her excitement returned, "Oh! Thank you, Milady!" She hopped to your closet, taking your place when you moved out of the way. With a relaxed smile you made your way to your futon, slowly laying down onto the mat while Kinu flitted through your closet for everything she thought would be nice for you to take. She would pull out a kimono, talk out the pros and cons outloud before putting it back and picking out another. You talked with her while you could, asking questions and agreeing with some of her opinions, till all you could respond to her with was, "Mhmm..."

As your responses became quieter and quieter, she turned around to look at you and smiled at the image of you curled up beneath your blanket - the only thing visible was your head from your cheek bones up. She continued sorting through your closet till she was finished and then took her leave.

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WIP Wednesday but it's got a twist!

HI!

You might know me as the co author of Under the Banner and the keeper of the killer pierogi.

But before that I wrote a lil something called A Little Discord and I was the person who put Virginia Carroll through so much shit.

I wrote A Little Discord almost ten months ago. Wow, how time has flown. I've grown a lot as a writer and I know there are some changes I want to make.

I knew I would do some editing and some rewrites somewhere in the near future. I have also been waiting for put A Little Discord(or ALD) on Fanfiction.net.

With this branch into a new fic marketplace and a chance to fix and embellish some points in Ginny's story, I am now embarking on the quest of A Little Discord revisions.

What does this mean?

The new version of ALD will first be available on Fanfiction.net but I will be changing Wattpad and Ao3 as soon as I can for continuity purposes.

What am I changing?

Not much, honestly. I'm taking this opportunity to flesh out plot points and minor characters that I, in the rush to finish, didn't do justice. I have plans to add additional story lines, more Nixon POVs, and more exploration into Ginny's past.

I thought you were going to write a Miriam story?

Well, SURPRISE! Miriam's story will be intergrated into A Little Discord in a series of transcripts, mission reports, and other bits and bobs. Enyo is not forgotten and her story will be told.

There will be some changes, obviously. Some things will have to go 😭. But I'm excited to dive back into ALD and to start posting more regularly about the project that started me off.

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“...A time when the United States is what we fight for...”

The occupants of the Grisham Hall boarding house were no strangers to the war effort. Brothers, cousins, old flames, and sweethearts have been wrenched from their grasp, the only contact to their stolen loved ones is military grade pencils and scraps of paper. Estelle prides herself on her mind for numbers but a usurper from her past rears his russet head and threatens to steal her thoughts every chance he gets. Bessie has been searching for a home in every patron in that cafe but she’s left seeing his face everywhere she looks. Constance hears her lover’s voice on the wind, finding quiet in the graveyard shift of the machine shop. Margaret refuses to admit defeat but the distance between her letters and her love grows wider each day. Jeannette has read many stories about tragic heroes. Her childhood friend has told tales of his plans for wealth and ending the war on his own. She just hopes she has a chance to do her part first.

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No Ordinary Time

When the doorbell rang at the Grisham Hall for Ladies, it was a house-wide thrill, shivering down the very spine of the building and sending chills into every resident. A doorbell ring, with its chime calling every girl to their feet in a downward flight, could mean one of two things: a visitor or a postman. Visitors, particularly of the sought after male variety, were scarce since the war had been put on to boil some three years previously. Now, with the residents tending home fires and not the flaming passions of suitors, a postman was more likely. A postman, or rather post-boy, were the only kindling to the fires of romance.

But, on a dim March morning with the sky heavy and ready to bleed, the doorbell had been run and so began the usual stampede of pumps on hardwood floors. There should have been only two possibilities and yet, Jeannette Edwards wasn't a postman or anything that the anxiously awaiting faces expected. She had rung the bell and stepped back in surprise and a tiny bit of fright at the fervor and hunger that met her behind the door wrenched from it’s frame by a seemingly harmless girl.

She shouldn’t have been so ferocious of a predator as she seemed, this little thing with short brown hair and a dickie color edged in red ribbon but Jeannette stepped back all the same. This hadn’t been what Jeannette had expected either.

Grisham had come highly recommended, as a good, upstanding place for good, upstanding girls. Jeannette thought she had fit that description rather well and had packed her things in the carpet bag she now clutched tightly in one whitened fist. Could this carpet bag that had first belonged to her mother be used as a weapon to fend off this frightening girl and her hungry eyes?

“You aren’t Davis,” The girl huffed and moved to shut the door. Jeannette hadn’t come all the way from Hughestown to be turned away by someone looking for a Davis but she didn’t move fast enough.

A hand, surely one of God’s angels come down from heaven, stopped the door before the girl could shut Jeannette out from her new home.

“Sorry about that,” The hand’s owner said. She might as well have been an angel as she pushed the door open again, giving full view of her face. Not nearly as intimidating as this little rabid creature before her but there was something in her dark eyes that didn’t set Jeannette completely at ease.

“Oh,” Jeannette said. “That’s quite alright.”

“It isn’t really. Bess turns into a monster when she hasn’t heard from her beau in a few days,” The girl said, tossing her long black curls over her shoulder. She wore them loose, a stark contrast to the tight pins in the other girl, Bess’s, locks of chestnut brown. “Sorry you had to be in her path.”

“Who’s Davis?” Jeannette stammered, gripping her carpet bag tighter and trying not to wobble in her too big pumps. She had bought them before the war, when she had still been hopeful that she’d grow to fit them. But with spending frivolously unpatriotic and her shoe size stubbornly remaining, Jeannette had been left with loose pumps and aching feet.

“THERE HE IS!” Bess leapt past Jeannette, brushing her roughly in her flight off the wooden porch and flying into the dripping rain. She wore no shoes and her bobby socks were soaked on the puddled pavers as she ran towards the approaching youth in a yellow raincoat.

“Davis is the mail carrier.” the dark haired girl explained. “He was running late today. We get antsy when we don’t get our letters. I’m sorry I don’t think I-”

“Jeannette.” She extended her hand. “Jeannette Edwards.”

Those dark eyes studied her, flicking over her navy blue hat into which her frizzy tomato red hair was tucked, all the way down her too big pumps before shaking Jeannette’s outstretched hand. “Estelle Tran.”

Behind those dark eyes lay a studious mind that wrote down every variable and equation the world threw at her, bringing up the final unfair sum and accepting it as fact. Estelle was a woman of facts, something that Jeannette rarely dealt in.

The idea of chasing a mail carrier down flooded steps to retrieve a sought-after letter had never once crossed Jeannette’s mind but it seemed these girls found it a daily occurrence. Jeannette’s gaze was cast to the left of the doorway where the mailbox was hung, the address and the name of the establishment emblazoned on the wood in cut out letters.

“I’m sorry, I believe I came to the wrong place,” She said, gesturing at the box where the “I” had been replaced by a mystifying “E”. “I’m looking for Grisham Hall,”

“Oh you are in the right place,” Bess jogged back up the path, her stockings slapping against the stone pavers like webbed feet. “We knocked the ‘I’ off and had to make do. Grisham, Gresham. It’s all the same, really,”

“Jeannette Edwards,” The redhead pushed her hand forward, offering it to the creature who had been ready to shut her out in this damp cold. Bess seemed in better spirits now, a wad of letters in her hand.

“Elizabeth Ferguson,” Her bobbed brown hair bounced against her cheeks as Elizabeth leaned forward to take Jeannette’s hand. “You can call me Bess, Beth, I really don’t mind. Crops good this week,” Bess turned to Estelle and waved the mail under her companion’s nose.

“Stop waving and let me look,” Estelle plucked the letters from Bess’s hands, holding them out of reach as the brunette leapt for them.

“Hang on,” Bess cried, trying in vain to reach the envelopes. “Two of them are for me.”

When the correspondence had been returned to their rightful recipient, Bess squealed and darted back into the house, sliding across the foyer in her slick stockings.

“Better wake Connie and Margo,” Estelle called over her shoulder as she sorted through the last of the letters. She turned to go inside but paused, as if remembering that Jeannette was there, out in the drizzling rain and the damp air. “You are looking for Grisham Hall, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Jeannette said. “I’m-”

“The new tenant,” Estelle finished for her. “Mrs. G told us. Come on then,”

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I've thoroughly enjoyed the Claudine/Frollo headcannons, do you have any in mind for Esmeralda/Phoebus? If the sequel movies are wiped from this universe, that means their son doesn't exist (or not yet). Also, do you have another headcannon for onesided fresme on frollo's part? How would he handle being unable to obtain her in this universe?

Ilike to believe the sequels and spin-offs are valid, as the bookseries (which is, as of the Rise of the Isle of the Lost, is canon…to a certain extent) makes reference to characters that could onlyexist outside of the original movies, such as:

Diegode Vil, presumably the child of Ivy de Vil from the 101 DalmatiansTV series, or a descendant from the rest of the extended de Vilfamily, and

Jade,Jay’s cousin and presumably the daughter of Nasira, Jafar’ssister from the Aladdin video game series

There’sa level of personal bias, with the amount of work I’ve already putinto expanding the world with my own ideas, but I think we can allagree that the Isle and Auradon would be a whole lot less interestingif we didn’t have the likes of:

Mozenrath(Aladdin animated series) acting as Maleficent’s longsuffering middle manager, and personal chew toy as an “inferiormagical being,”

LadyWaltham (Tarzan animated series) adding an element of sympathyto the Isle of the Lost with her regretting her brother Clayton andher nephew are still on there and unable to return, and

LadyCaine (Tangled: Before Ever After), who adds a deliciouselement of grayness and a MASSIVE stain on the otherwise pristinereputation all sympathetic Disney monarchs have.

Ontothe headcanons:

Phoebusbecomes one of the new Captains of the Guard in France once theoriginal forces are merged with, or completely replaced by the newlyestablished Auradon Royal Guard. Though the actual administrative andexecutive power lies much higher up the ranks (such as theCommander-In-Chief, Beast), he himself is an incredibly influentialmember, well-known and well-loved by the citizenship and the fellowsoldiers he patrols the streets with.

Auradonhad to rely heavily on translators, human and machine, or translatingmagic during its tumultuous first years, as everyone struggled tofind one common language for every state to use as the internationalstandard (it’s English still). A LOT of things get lost intranslation or don’t translate too good into another language, orsomeone gets VERY offended when someone who is fluent in both Frenchand Chinese tells you exactly what they meant, and howunflattering it is.

Andthis isn’t even going into all the numerous cultural clashes andfaux paus, such as one unfortunate Louisiana chef realizing you’renot supposed to serve pork to most Agrahbans until he was alreadyuncovering the dish...

Phoebusbridges the gap through his calm, professional demeanor, alwaysshowing politeness and civility to everyone whoever they may be, andof course, his sense of humour, given “a real workout” when hehas to figure out how to make someone laugh with universallyunderstood comedy (someone falling face first into a pile of horsedung), non-verbal humour (wearing a silly, pink, fuzzy bunny earswhilst on duty), and using simple plays on word that foreigners caneasily get, or are tailored specifically to their language.

“Inever quite realized eggs could be such a huge source of humour,”he muses when he has to speak to Spanish speaking citizens.

However,his usefulness quickly dwindled as the culture clashes settled down,people started learning English, and of course, the already olderPhoebus found himself growing ever older and unable to keep up withthe rapid pace of advancement and pop culture references in Auradon,not to mention his disadvantage of “not being gifted a smartphonefor my first birthday.”

Hehas an incredibly cushy administrative position that pays well,commands respect from his soldiers still, and gives him great hoursto spend with his family and other pursuits, but as he’s no longergoing out (or being allowed) on patrols and interacting personallywith the people in his jurisdiction, he can’t help but wonder ifhe’s just being eased into the idea of retirement, and Auradon issimply too nice to boot him for the much feared “chainsaw HR” ofsome corporations from BGU London.

(Forthose not familiar with the term, “chainsaw HR” is when entiredivisions, and numbers into the hundreds are suddenly, and oftentimeswithout proper recompense or retirement packages, fired or forcedinto early retirement.

It’sa play on the term “axed” for being suddenly fired, and chainsawsbeing a modern, much more efficient tool for the same job as aliteral ax.)

It’ssafe to say that at the age of 55 or so, and having already lived oneillustrious career then a brief revival, he’s having a midlifecrisis, not helped by the fact that many other Auradonians about hisage are feeling as obsolete as last year’s ayGem.

(“Butit came out just a year ago!”

“Yeah,but they updated to a new, much better firmware and hardwarearchitecture, all the hot new apps don’t even bother with legacyupdates.”)

Esmerelda has fared much better.

Shehas become an activist in this world, using the power of theinternet, the normalization of the “other,” and the erasure ofthe national and ethnic boundaries that once separated communities tohelp her fellow Romani people (I won’t use “gypsies,” as that’san offensive term to them), and other marginalized, and forgottengroups, such as much of the Wild Fae population.

Shealso owns and teaches at a dance studio, using them to train the nextgeneration of performers (“Be they for the street, the stage, orthe screen”), and waging a subtle campaign to remove the stigma forblatant and shameless use of sexuality.

I’vealways known Auradon is a conservative wet dream in many respects,and the fact that ripping a tiny tear in your skirt is considered“scandalous” by teenagers says a lot.

Beforeyou ask, YES, Esmerelda is still as desired and lusted afternow as she was BGU—probably even more so, now that we have thecombined populations of all the states, and she is a very popular andcommon presence on the internet.

Beforeyou also ask, Phoebus has long gotten over it and considers it “partof the package.”

Sheis one of the most knowledgeable and well-versed with moderntechnology out of the “Travellers” (Auradonians who were adultsor close to it Before Great Uniting), seeing as her troupe ofperformers have always been highly adaptable and all to ready to dowhatever it takes to survive, fit in with the locale they have foundthemselves in, and afterwards, thrive.

Thatthey have generally relied on being couriers and brokers ofinformation, and the internet basically being a giant free market ofinformation has helped GREATLY.

Withher religion, she still isn’t 100% on the existence of God, onlyever praying to Him during times of crisis or as a show of good faithwith the religious institutions of Auradon, but the Greek Pantheonhas given her hope that Supreme Beings like Him do exist.

“Atthe very least, He’s been very light on throwing down lightningbolts from up on high.”

(Thoughmuch less murderous and many other negative traits than the original,Disney Zeus is still INCREDIBLY fond of “warning shots.”)

Andonce more, before you ask, I can seriously see her making a cameo inthe canon as a guest dance instructor for the Descendants, if sheisn’t already a full-time staff member of Auradon Prep, and yes,she would definitely mentor Evie by showing her much healthier waysof expressing her sexuality and femininity without feeling like she’sdegrading herself, or turning herself into a “slab of meat in thebutcher’s window.”

Zephyrwas born BGU, and if my idea that the states had been communicatingfor a few years before the idea of fusing is canon, has a veryunique perspective of being a “Traveler Tot,” living with theideas and concepts imported over through the portals andcommunication crystals, before he got to live it in Auradon when thetechnology and materials could be more easily accessed and produced.

Heis still hyperactive and excitable as ever, though most of that wasbeing channeled into a combination of soldier training and becoming acircus performer like his parents; in his mind, there really isn’tmuch difference between the two, as they both require incrediblephysical skill and endurance, a sharp and creative mind, andrelentless, dedicated training, day-in, day-out.

“Itall really comes down to what you mean when you say you ‘slayedthem,’” he says.

Thisquickly changes in Auradon when he finds himself addicted to HeroRising, the video game that Carlos was seen playing during hisfirst night in Auradon. While initially Phoebus sees it as a good wayfor him to blow off all his excess energy and get some physicaltraining done, and Esmerelda tolerates it as he’s not going offstealing and rearranging stop signs, it evolves into something muchmore for him in time.

Atfirst, he’s the best player on the block, then in theneighbourhood, then the school, then the city, then the state, andfinally, one of the Hall of Famers in Auradon. As he grows older, hejust barely passes his high school subjects as a conditional for hissponsors support and working with the Hero Rising developersas a PR person, community idol AKA a “Paragon,” and beta tester.The height of his fame and success comes when the latest release,Hero Rising: The Lost Legion, features a new playablecharacter based off of him, and his unique dance-like fighting style:

“Twister.”

Trueto the name, his life is sent into a spin cycle after that.

Afew years pass, a new Hero Rising is released, and everyone isgushing over the new characters, and Twister gives up his place onthe cover art alongside the series “cornerstones” to give them achance to shine.

NewParagons are brought in as the old guard goes off to college, retiresfrom the business into different, less-demanding pursuits, or isquietly given a send-off as they simply aren’t as salable nor asgood as they were a few years ago.

Zephyrquickly realizes that while he’s still got it, these new kids areinsane, and have so many advantages he didn’t, like muchbetter nutrition, a much more generous school schedule, and havingthe infrastructure, the audience, and the sponsors for Hero RisingParagons already there, rather than helping spearhead them.

Hecontinues on, making less and less public appearances, awkwardlybeing one of the only adult Paragons in crowds increasingly filledwith little kids and teenagers, and new characters based off the newParagons get the spotlight.

“Everyonealready knows Twister, and played him to death in all the specialinstance maps, the players want someone new!”

Thedeath-knell of his career and the cold, hard slap from Reality comeswhen Twister is removed from the roster due to development costs, andthe fact that Zephyr’s fees and royalties were considered too highfor the relatively lower cost of a new, fresh face who the fans aremuch more eager to see digitized.

Heand Phoebus both find themselves facing obsolescence, being leftbehind by a world that has simply moved too fast for them and leftthem in its dust, as they were only ever good at one thing each:fighting, either real bad guys or fictional ones.

Andso, with Esmerelda’s love and support, the two go off to reeducatethemselves and train in the new industries and careers Auradondemands, incidentally becoming the inspiration for the blockbusterfeel good movie of eight years from this time of writing:

“WithHonours”

Thestory of how a father and son went back to college, forced to startfrom scratch in a brand new world, learning new tricks, makingstrange friends, and doing a whole lot of growing up they didn’tknow they still needed to do.

Nowonto Frollo:

Helaments his permanent loss of Esmerelda (unlike the other Villains,he harbours no fantasies of Claudine getting him off the Isle—notwhen there’s still so much Good Work to be done here in this landof Sinners and Nonbelievers), and takes the disastrous results of hisobsession and lusting after her as a cautionary tale, the catastrophethat befalls those who turn away from God and the Right Path, and howthey take the whole world down with them.

Publicly,he is “that” preacher yelling about modesty, the sanctity ofmarriage and sexuality, and how pretty much everyone on theIsle is damned for engaging in such scandalous, salacious acts likepremarital sex, sexual intercourse without the intention ofprocreation, and of course, homosexuality.

Privately,he seeks a form of redemption by raising a good, Christian child inClaudine, the child he would have born with Esmerelda and raised ifcircumstances had been different (yeee-eep), and is looking for awoman with whom he can have a much healthier relationship with, toshow someone from this Isle what marriage and the word “love”truly means than the perversion the Islanders have turned it into.

Asboth Claudine and Not Esmerelda will attest to, he’s failedmiserably on both counts, but as usual, is blissfully unaware ofeither.

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Cuba v DR Season Ten: Special Features

Happy Monday everyone!! Here is another deleted scene from Season Ten!! We are making a trailer for season 11 so be on the look out for that!! For now, please enjoy this smutty deleted scene!!

Leila asks Rafael to live a little more dangerously

“What do you think? Wanna keep watching Al Pacino play a Cuban drug lord?” he asked softly.

“Is there another option?” she purred and kissed his jaw gently. “If not, then I'm definitely down to finish this movie.”

“What other option did you have in mind?” he asked, smirking a little as he turned his head towards her.

“Hmm, I dunno papi, something a little more...intimate.” She took his hands and slid them beneath her shirt as she leaned in to kiss him.

“Oh,” he mumbled with a smirk before their lips met. Kissing her back, he let his fingers stroke over the soft skin of her stomach. Tilting his head after a moment, he deepened the kiss and pulled her a little closer to him.

She giggled and crawled into his lap, straddling him as she licked and sucked over his neck. She took off his trousers with ease, grinding herself down against his cock. He sighed against her mouth, hands moving to hold her by the hips as he slowly stirred to life beneath her. Unbuttoning her shirt, he pushed it off her shoulders, reaching around to unhook her bra with one hand.

Massaging one breast gently, he laid wet kisses over it’s twin, bringing her nipple into his mouth and sucking softly on it.

“Oh…” she gasped, arching her back a bit as she bit her bottom lip. “That feels nice,” she whispered softly, tangling her fingers in his hair. His hands stroked over her back, sliding around her sides to pull his tie all the way off as his mouth went to her other nipple, biting it gently. Bringing his hands back up to cradle her face, he kissed her again, groaning softly as more blood flowed south.

“Do you wanna move this into your room in case Hannah and Jaycee come home?” he asked between kisses down her neck.

She blushed and nodded, kissing his skin and moaning loudly. “Yeah, we probably should…” He smiled a little, placing his hands under her thighs to pick her up as he stood and walked towards the hallway.

“Which one is yours?” he asked in a whisper against her ear.

She tugged him into the door at the end of the hallway, kissing his neck as she pushed him back on the bed. Catching her lips again, he settled her above him before his hands moved to the front of her pants, unbuttoning them and sliding them off of her. His middle fingers slipped under the sides of her panties while his mouth moved over hers.

She kissed him hurriedly. “We don't have long before they come back,” she whimpered as she gripped him tight. “Please, Rafi, I want to feel you.”

“We’re in your room, what’s the worst that could happen?” he asked in a soft chuckle as he rolled them over and slipped a hand down the front of her panties, sliding a finger between her folds.

“The worst is that I don't get to come on your big cock,” she whined, before blushing, seeming shocked at her own words.

“Hopefully that’ll happen whether or not they come home,” he whispered, smiling a little as he pushed his finger inside her, moaning softly as her tight heat enveloped his digit.

Leila’s pussy was still nearly virgin tight as she clenched around him, whining as she clawed down his back a bit.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a whisper, still moving his finger gently in and out of her. “Can I add a finger, or do you need a little longer?”

“I'm okay,” she whispered softly. “I want more.” Nodding his head, he slid a second finger inside her, carefully moving in and out of her as his lips captured hers again. He rocked his hips against her, silently asking her to touch him as his mouth moved over her neck. Pausing to suck on her pulse point, he curled his fingers to find her tender spot inside.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against her mouth.

She whined as she moved a hand to tug off his remaining clothing, rubbing him and kissing his jaw and growled playfully. Smirking against her skin, he made a quick path with his lips down to where his fingers were moving in and out of her, and swept his tongue over her clit over and over. His fingers moved a little faster inside her as his free hand gently rubbed over her form.

She gasped and arched up against his mouth as she half sobbed in pleasure. “Oh god… please,” she begged as she tried to move against his fingers and mouth. Smiling a little more he sucked her nub and moved his fingers harder against her, moaning to provide light vibrations over her core.

It took no time at all before she was coming hard against his mouth, screaming his name as she rode wave after wave of intense pleasure.

“Oh wow,” she whispered with a blush. Kissing his way back up her body, he smiled down at her before gently kissing her lips.

“Where do you keep your condoms?” he asked in a breathy voice, kissing lightly over her neck as his hand stroked over her body.

She bit her lip, “I don't...I um…” she looked at him apologetically. “I'm so sorry I don't have any but...let me take care of you,” she dropped to her knees in front of him, cheeks still red with embarrassment that she'd forgotten the simplest of things.

“Hey,” he said softly, tilting her head up to look at him. Bending towards her, he kissed her lips softly and smiled. “It’s okay,” he whispered, kissing her again. “You don’t owe me anything, and you have nothing to apologize for,” he added sincerely.

“I want you to get off and I was so stupid, I forgot the condom, I'm just really new at this still and you're the only man I've…” she bit her lip and looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

Frowning a little at her watery eyes, he moved to kneel beside her, cradling her face in his hands.

“You’re not stupid, cariño. I wasn’t expecting you to be an expert all of a sudden. Hell, I’m not even an expert when it comes to sex,” he replied, giving her a disarming smile as he kissed her again.

She kissed back and pressed her nose against his. “I just wanted to make love to you,” she whispered before looking down, feeling a bit silly.

He smiled a little, stroking her cheek. “If that’s what you want, I can run across the hall and grab a condom,” he whispered. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I want to,” she whispered and looked up at him hopefully. “Can't we just…” she fiddled with his fingers. “I just wanna feel all of you,” she whispered.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, sighing softly.

“That’s a very dangerous game if you’re not on birth control,” he replied.

“Can’t you just...you know, pull out?” she asked hopefully. His mouth opened and he lightly shook his head.

“That doesn’t always work, Leila,” he replied softly.

She nodded and looked back down, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked… I know we aren't--”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he answered, offering her a soft smile and kissing her again. “I like you,” he whispered, giving her another kiss. “I’ll be right back,” he said, nipping at her bottom lip playfully before he pulled on his boxer briefs and went to grab a condom from his apartment.

He poked his head out the front door of her apartment, making sure the halls were clear before he scurried to his own apartment across the way. Quickly grabbing a rubber, he moved to once again poke his head out his front door before he hurried back into her apartment.

Leila was sitting on the bed beneath her covers as she bit her bottom lip, she covered her body with the blankets and watched him come back in. Carefully moving to sit beside her, he offered her a smile and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

“Hi,” he whispered, kissing her for a moment. “Why do you look so sad?” he asked gently.

She shook her head and smiled at him, he had been right about feelings being developed, she felt strongly for this man. It wasn't love, not by any means, it wasn't even a definitive like-like. But it was a bond and she couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how much she wanted to. She always felt drawn to him.

She took a hand, tracing her fingers over his jaw, his lips, finally letting her index finger rest on the center of his bottom lip. She looked him over and smiled a bit. He smiled back, dropping the condom he’d procured on her night table before he moved to slide under the covers beside her. Winding his arm around her, he pulled her into his side, sighing softly and stroking the arm she’d draped over his chest.

She leaned in and kissed him again. “Aren't you going to fuck me?” she asked with curious eyes. He furrowed his brows at her, thumb soothing the skin on her shoulder.

“Is that what you want?” he asked softly. “I know I keep asking, but I just...want you to understand that you don’t have any obligation here.” The truth was he felt a sense of responsibility towards her and the way she viewed sex. Maybe it was because he’d taken her virginity, and he wanted to be sure she didn’t regret the decision. But he needed her to be sure that she was acting on what she wanted, and not what she thought he expected.

“I want to...with you.” She whispered and reached a hand down to start stroking him. “I want you,” she whispered against his skin.

“Keep doing that,” he whispered, arching his hips into her hand as he pulled her face towards him to kiss her deeply. Groaning against her mouth, he feathered his fingers over the skin on her stomach, moving them down to her center to be sure she was still adequately aroused. She was still very wet, whimpering as she kissed him.

“Condom…” she begged. “I just want you inside of me…”

Nodding his head, Rafael blindly reached for the condom and tore the wrapper open, rolling the rubber on. Kissing her softly, he gently rolled them over to perch himself above her, nose nuzzling against hers. Smiling down at her, he reached down and positioned himself at her entrance, carefully pushing forward and groaning as her cavity fit around him like a tailor-made glove. He stayed perfectly still for a long while, kissing her face gently and giving her plenty of time to adjust.

“Are you ready?” he asked, kissing her mouth.

It was still a little much, the stretching left her with minor discomfort. “J-just a second,” she whispered with a shudder. She tried to take calming breaths for a moment before she gave him a smile and a nod.

“Tell me if it’s uncomfortable,” he said, looking directly into her eyes. She nodded and he kissed her softly, tongue moving into her mouth in attempts to relax her as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in. His pace was slow, gentle, even more so than the first time they‘d been together. “Does it hurt?” he asked softly.

She shook her head, just watching him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, wanting to be as close as possible. “Please...more.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, earning a nod from her and he moved a little bit faster, watching her carefully for any signs of being in pain. “Your comfort is far more important to me than my orgasm, so please tell me if I’m hurting you,” he said softly, moving a tiny bit harder.

She just clung tight to him, kissing him hard and whimpering as he thrusted into her.

“Oh god, Rafi…” she whimpered softly. He groaned against her, reaching down to lift her leg higher against his side to reach deeper inside her. Kissing her, he experimentally moved a little faster inside her.

“Leila, you feel so good,” he purred.

“I need you, please...more...give me more.” She whined against him. Moving faster inside her, he groaned and increased his intensity as he bit his bottom lip. After a few moments, he rolled them over again, bringing her on top and gently holding onto her hips.

She looked down at him with an adorable puzzled expression. “You want me to…” she blushed.

“Mhm,” he replied, smirk firmly planted on his face, as he nodded his head softly. Carefully taking her hands, he placed them on his torso to help her balance. “You can do it,” he said softly, replacing his hands on her hips and helping her slowly move up and down on him.

She started to slowly move on top of him, whimpering and moaning as she moved at a hard and fast pace, kissing him as she did her best to make him feel good, she felt herself nearing the edge.

“Oh god…” she whimpered as she heard the front door open. “They're back,” she whispered, blushing bright red.

He whimpered softly, squeezing her hips a little to gain her attention, and pulling her down for a kiss. Holding her mouth to his, he planted his feet the best he could and bucked up against her.

“Just bite my shoulder if you feel like you’re gonna be louder than you want to be,” he whispered to her.

She moved close to him and lightly bit his shoulder, riding him harder as she moaned. “Oh wow..” she whispered against his skin. “You're so big...you feel so good…”

“Leila?” Hannah called from the other room.

“Oh God,” Rafael groaned softly. “Leila, I’m gonna come,” he whispered loudly.

“Me too… Rafael...oh...oh…”

“Hey Leila do you…” Hannah opened the door and blushed.

Leila half sobbed as she came, clenching tight around Rafael and biting into his shoulder. He followed quickly after, pressing his face against her neck as he moaned through his release. For a moment, he’d forgotten their interruption and sighed another moan loudly as he kissed her soundly. Letting his head fall back onto the bed, he smiled up at her, pulling the sheets up a little higher to cover more of them.

“Well never mind then,” Hannah chuckled as she closed the door.

Leila blushed bright red, hiding her face against his chest. He chuckled softly, stroking a comforting hand over her bare back and kissing her forehead.

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