#moonvale original character

[lyon-amore]

26 years old

Birthday 3/25

Daliah is Carla's twin sister. She is a more outgoing girl, but at the same time careful with people who give her bad vibes.

As a child, she was kidnapped by a serial killer. She still goes to therapy for that experience.

Her dream is to become an actress, win an Oscar and be famous all over the world.

She studies at a film academy in her town, which is famous for its success among young people.

Not everyone in Rosenschwarz likes her, given that she has a bit of a queen bee attitude.

At least, until the Duskwood thing.

She's trying to get her life back together and repair the damage she did —Although not everyone accepts it quickly—, leaving her past behind and trying to protect her sister from anything dangerous.

She keeps secrets to protect Carla from getting hurt. She thinks it's the best thing for her.

She doesn't like Jake, especially after learning that he is being persecuted by the government.

*Likes*

-Boys with the bad boy style

-Movies

-Acting

-Marilyn Monroe movies

-Singing (even if he don't do it well)

-Spending time with her sister

-Spending hours getting ready

-Romantic movies

-Colville

*Dislikes*

-Ralph

-Elliot

-Jake

-Horror movies

-Watching her cry

-Crying babies

-Horses

-Going to Rosenschwarz lake

-Not getting roles in castings

*Curiosities*

-She knows that her ex-boyfriend has an obsession with her sister, so she tries to protect her from him.

-Her favorite Disney movie is 'The Princess and the Frog', she still watches it even as an adult, Tiana has been her inspiration since she was a child.

-She doesn't trust Unknown at the moment, and like Jake, she has him in her sights.

-She privately calls herself a broken doll. Sadly, she believes that there is no way to fix what she did and what happened to her.

-She receives gruesome videos and threats. She thinks they are from some prankster who hates her.

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26 años

Cumpleaños 25/3

Daliah es la hermana gemela de Carla. Es una chica más extrovertida, pero a la vez cuidadosa con la gente que le da malas vibraciones.

Cuando era niña, fue secuestrada por un asesino en serie. Aún sigue yendo a terapia por esa experiencia.

Su sueño es llegar a ser actriz, ganar un Oscar y ser famosa por todo el mundo.

Estudia en una academia de cine en su pueblo, famoso por tener éxito entre los jóvenes.

No todo el mundo en Rosenschwarz la tiene aprecio, dado que tiene una actitud de abeja reina.

Al menos, hasta lo ocurrido con el tema de Duskwood.

Intenta rehacer su vida y reparar el daño que hizo —Aunque no todos la aceptan de manera rápida—, dejando atrás su pasado e intentando proteger a su hermana de cualquier cosa peligrosa.

Guarda secretos para proteger a Carla y que no salga herida. Cree que es lo mejor para ella.

No le gusta Jake, y más después de saber que es perseguido por el gobierno.

*Gustos*

-Los chicos con aspecto de malo

-El cine

-Actuar

-Las películas de Marilyn Monroe

-Cantar (aunque no lo haga bien)

-Pasar el tiempo con su hermana

-Dedicarse horas a arreglarse

-Las películas románticas 

-Colville

*No le gusta*

-Ralph

-Elliot

-Jake

-Las películas de terror 

-Que la vean llorando

-El llanto de los bebés

-Los caballos

-Ir al lago de Rosenschwarz 

-No conseguir papeles en los castings

*Curiosidades*

-Sabe que su exnovio tiene una obsesión con su hermana, así que trata de protegerla de él.

-Su película favorita de Disney es 'Tiana y el Sapo', incluso de adulta sigue viéndola, Tiana es su inspiración desde niña.

-No se fía de momento de Desconocido, al igual que Jake, le tiene en el punto de mira.

-Ella misma en privado se denomina una muñeca rota. Tristemente cree que no tiene arreglo todo lo que hizo y lo que le pasó.

-Recibe vídeos macabros y amenazas. Cree que son de algún bromista que la odia.

[miss-celestia13]

Violence

Jake ruminates on his love…

She came into his life with the force of a raging hurricane. A maelstrom of emotion and desire that he’d long refused to allow himself to feel. She was a storm restrained within a human skin, sent to disrupt his carefully crafted life.

There had been no way to refuse her, not that he wanted to. Her violent way of flirting had sealed it.

Being lured by her flashlight Morse Code and held at knifepoint was the most memorable way he’d ever been wooed.

The silver blade had rested against his throat, the small hand holding it unwavering and fearless, and he’d been gone from the moment she said;

“If you value that pretty neck, Jake, I’d stand very still and drop your hands.”

The urge to laugh and throttle her had struck him like a bolt of scarlet lightning.

She wanted him and hunted him down to have him. Shameless, utterly distracting, and so impatiently impulsive, he never knew what to expect next. A glitch in his system he’d been wholly unprepared to encounter.

He’d never felt as alive as he did under the power of her venom eyes that night.

It was as though his heart had shrivelled and died without him noticing. Years of neglect and abuse had rendered it nothing more than a muscle that pumped blood through his veins.

The tiny flame of hope he’d carried in the early days of his exile had guttered long before she appeared.

She was a shot of pure adrenaline that brought him back to life. She gave him a reason to stop running, teaching him how to live and fight for himself.

If she hadn’t decided he deserved better than what he had, he didn’t know where he’d be.

He’d resigned himself to a life of hollow, aching nothingness. Just him and the mocking echo of his racing steps as he sought a new hiding spot.

Never laying down roots, cutting any growth out before it could bloom, and dousing the surrounding earth with salt to ensure he’d remain alone.

It had worked until she dropped into his life like a boulder launched into a still lake. The ripples she’d caused still flowed through him.

Life had been cold before her. Petrified in time and tragic happenstance.

Grief, regret, and spite held him captive for so long, he had been afraid to see who he could be without it grinding him down.

All his would’ve, could’ve, should’ve’s weighed him down. Demons on his back.

Their poison tipped claws had sunk in deep, etching their unspeakable names into his bones, and filling his blood with their lethal dose.

Manon had seen all that, the enshrouding devouring darkness, the glacial waters surrounding him, and laughed in the face of his demons until they ran away screaming.

He once believed he deserved nothing more than the shallow, unmarked grave his pursuers had prepared for him.

Now, those who once hunted him filled that grave.

He thrived while they decayed.

And with her, his world was warm. Scalding in the best times.

They preferred spending time together wearing nothing but skin, accessorized with gooseflesh and sweat, his teeth marks, and the violets his fingers planted on her inner thighs whenever he crawled between them.

She was a fire, an untamed blaze in the dark that kept his brittle heart cozy and safe.

He was her peace and patience after her life of war, death, and self-appointed blame.

She was his, and he was hers.

Everything else was just static on the screen.

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I shared my MC's thoughts on Jake the other day, but I wrote them for both. It helps me get in their heads to write their stories. In this case, I had to write vows for them, and these helped me get into a romantic mindset. I wanted to share his side, too❤️

Silence - My MC’s thoughts on Jake.

[bronzefacade]

She's finally here: A new design, a new render, a new piece for my girl Claudia! The Dimensional Overseer has been absent for a long time now, but she's back and ready to spread her knowledge, love, and croissants for everyone...assuming she doesn't trip on the way <3

[pennyl4n3]

I read Everbyte answers on their site. I think they might be sincere, I don't know, maybe I'm just trying to see rainbows and unicorns, but it looks like they really didn't do the whole math of the diamonds cost, or at least they didn't expect that we wanted to see everything from the beginning.

I don't know a single person in the Duskwood fandom that played it just one time, so maybe they thought that multiple replays would be an acceptable option. (I'm replaying Moonvale rn and I gained 13 more diamonds on top of the 50 they give you when you restart).

Many of us in the fandom had expectations, and it's really likely to have them unfulfilled when they are so many and so different.

As I said in another post I'm liking the story till now, just the secret conversation part doesn't feel right because we don't have a wonderful mysterious hacker helping us.

For the AI part I can say that I understand where they're coming from, but I still don't like the use of it for the images. Anyway they said they're going to show us the real characters behind the avatars as the story procede, just as they did with Duskwood, so let's just wait a bit.

About the possibility to talk to Jake or to have our photo at the Chinese restaurant thank to AI... I don't know... maybe it will be good? Many of us tried AI Jake some time ago so why don't try it again? At least this Jake would be instructed by his original author so should sound more believable.

And of course they're "using" Jake to lure us to play the new game, it's their job, they put a lot of effort on it!

They said that they're fixing problems with crushed app and with disappearing chat... so for that we just have to wait, I guess.

I would just suggest to them, to have some beta testers for the game, because it looks like they didn't have any.

So what, let's take everybody a deep breathe and try to enjoy what we have. We waited for so long, we wanted to feel like in Duskwood, but this is not Duskwood, this is Moonvale. We need to get to know it.

Take care everyone in the fandom, have a good rest, go for a walk, let some time pass if you need it. We will still be here :)

The only thing that really pissed me off in their message is that they didn't mention tumblr fandom, like their best fandom! 😒

Okay so they responded and what they said about paywall system felt like execuse. Like do you guys think we are dumb?

Their pay wall statement doesn't make sense.. if duskwood players didn't pay how can they make this system where minigames are harder and everything every response is behind pay wall?? I also saw this response on reddit so I was like yeah a confirmation gosh. I thought at first yeah they might fix it, but I feel they won't it's doomed, it's a betrayal of sort. It showed that they do care about money. I don't know what to think guys. I am sorry I am rambling but it's making me angry now 😭 sorry if I was mean idk what to say now.

I edited this post idk I am angry and I am saying and yapping about things , I am being mean, I do still feel they are using jake to lure us 😭

@duskwood-disco @justjaned @mirajane01040 @hacked-by-jake @pennyl4n3 @zmayadw @rw47vr-key

[moonvalecrossing]

Moonvale's Pokemon Commentary: #676 Furfrou

Go, gimmick-pokemon! Make me have to make a big thing of all your forms!

Just for Looks:

Before I begin, see the white on all those guys up there? For the shiny, paint the white black. And the black white. Still looks pretty cool though. In fact the shiny version helps the colors of the more meh trims look a lot better to me.

Furfrou is our expected French Poodle Pokemon that was introduced in Kalos, the Pokemon world's version of France. Though I wouldn't call Furfrou a poodle. Its natural form's fur is far too shaggy and wild to be the same as the curly fur of a French Poodle. That said, I find the natural form to be a very nice design. Now, as you saw above we have multiple versions of Furfrou. That is because it's gimmick is that you can style its fur into various trims by taking it to the right NPC. They do absolutely nothing but look nice. Also they are not permanent and it will return to its natural form in five days. Or if they're put into (Gen VI) or removed from (Gen VII) the PC. Make sure you got plenty of money laying around if you wanna keep that look. It'll cost ya $500 poke-bucks every time. Now then, onto the styles!

Heart Trim- The pink one with the heart shaped tail obviously. This is the most poodle-looking of all the forms to me. It's really cute for the most part but I find the two white butt-poofs weird.

Diamond Trim- Orange with Diamond tail. I like its pants.

Star Trim- The pale blue one with a stair shaped tail. I like its head fluff. And that it doesn't have butt-poofs.

Pharaoh Trim- The one who kinda looks like it's wearing a fancy Egyptian headdress. The fact this one is not a golden yellow is a crime. I know the decorative stripes on this sort of artifact is usually a dark blue, but the majority of what is usually depicted is gold, darn it! Also, the black stripes on its ears are what I assume to be the fluff cut down to the base coat... and I can't imagine that looking anything but weird with a more realistically depicted fur. However it seems that these stripes are just the fluff colored the exact same as the base coat... for some reason. It's okay.

Kabuki Trim- The red one. So like... Kabuki. It's Japanese dance-theatre pretty much. But with usually exaggerated face painting and costumes. Look up Kabuki in an image search and you'll probably at some point see a dude with white face paint with red markings and wild red hair. That's what this trim style is based on I guess. There's also a Kabuki pikachu plush on the pokemon center website... which is just pikachu with a kimono, headband, and wearing a little eye makeup and a small upper lip paint. At least put on a wig, Pikachu. Sheesh. This trim is interesting. I love the tail.

La Reine Trim- The other light blue one that isn't the star trim. I have no idea what this is. Looking up La Reine doesn't really help either. I guess it's some kind of fashion type for rich women? I guess its head and ears are supposed to look like some fancy up-do? It's bland.

Matron Trim- The purple one. The older motherly woman figure design I guess. I guess it's meant to be a bonnet on its head. I'm grumpy this doesn't have at fur style that looks like one of them big-butted round dresses though. Maybe that's more a rich young-woman only thing? But even the young woman style we'll go over in a bit doesn't really seem much different.

Dandy Trim- The green one that looks like he's got a suit and top-hat on. My favorite. A dandy is a dude who cared a lot about his appearance and looking and acting as if he belongs in high society. If y'all got some sort of slur you wanna use here for this sort of character you can turn your fancy ass back around and walk out the door you came through. Moonvale aint puttin up with that shit here. This style is adorable! I love this particular cut. I would choose this one over all the others if I used Furfrou in my party. My fancy boy. Bonus points for being a lovely shade of green.

Debutant Trim- The yellow one. Now a debutant, if you don't know the actual meaning, is a young rich woman who has just entered into fashionable society. Originally meant to show off women to the men who'd be wanting to marry em. About the design though... I like its hat. It is a nice fur-hat. Though, I don't see anything that screams young-woman to make this one different from the Matron Trim. Could have given it a nice shorter dress-like style on the back end of the fur design.

What's in the Name:

 Fur + 'Frou-Frou'. If kids don't know that term nowadays that's basically calling something fancy and over-elaborate. Fancy pants? ...I’m like a decade out of the loop on slang. I just learned yeet.

The Japanese name, Trimmien, seems to be Trim + Chien, which is dog in French. Can confirm. I took enough French in high school to say this is accurate. Bulbapedia says it could also be a play on très bien (basically very good/excellent). But I think its a tad bit of a stretch as the first explanation fits perfectly as is.

The 'Dex Says:

Some dex entries claim trimming the fur makes it swifter which has absolutely no standing in the actual game since the trims seem to be completely aesthetic in every way. Trimming only changes the pokemon's appearance. There was a time where these pokemon were guardians of the Kalosian King, and in a certain era aristocrats would compete on who could style their Furfrou’s fur to be the most exquisite.

I'd call these people stuffy and arrogant only using their pokemon for status, but apparently only someone a Furfrou highly trusts is allowed to trim its fur. Though, that fur grows and grows when not trimmed so I'd assume they have a limit to where they have to find SOMEONE to trim their fur before they end up like that one sheep that managed to hide away and hadn't been sheared in six years. What do they even do with all that trimmed hair... Maybe they use it to stuff fancy pillows.

It's Rating Time!

I'm giving this guy a 3/5. It's a cool concept. However the designs are mostly meh to me, and the fact that you have to re-do the cut every 5 days is pretty annoying. I can't say this guy's among my favorites. I wish the cut style had some kind of effect, even if it were only to boost certain stats in a contest-like environment. How does a straight haired shaggy dog get curly poodle puffs anyway? My mom has never been able to keep her non-permed hair in any sort of curl for more than 5 hours, what the heck do they put on these dogs to keep them curled for FIVE DAYS?

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[lyon-amore]

Playing Moonvale as Carla is fun, since there are options that remind me of Daliah, it gives me a lot of ideas of what the conversations between Eric, Carla and Daliah would be like, knowing that she is with her sister on a trip to Duskwood

[lyon-amore]

Since I would like to make a oneshot summary of episode 1 with Eric and Carla (my second female MC), I'm imagining some conversations to see what dynamics there would be 🤭

Also... I think it looks good then the messages from 'Unknown' here confusing the two sisters 👀

[lyon-amore]

The need to write Daliah's profile despite not being the protagonist, but I grew fond of my character too 🥹

I can't help it, my characters are my babies 😭💖

[lyon-amore]

Como me gustaría hacer un oneshot resumen del episodio 1 con Eric y Carla (mi segunda MC femenina), estoy imaginando algunas conversaciones para ver qué dinámicas habría 🤭

Además... Creo que queda bien luego los mensajes de 'Desconocido' aquí confundiendo a las dos hermanas.

[lyon-amore]

Here's another Duskwood profile, this time Carla's sister, why? because I felt like it and because I have a little writer's block and I need to do something creative 🥲

[lyon-amore]

Just like Macie participates as a secondary character in Stephan's life, helping him learn to investigate (his walking tutorial), I think I would love for Daliah, Carla's sister, to also be part of her story in Moonvale when I do Oneshots, and even more so if it turns out that Unknown is who he is, I think I have a very… special idea 🤭​

[lyon-amore]

"I was doing stuff" Jake, Jessy and Eric

Jake and Macie

Lilly waiting for Jake and Macie to go to a meeting together.

Lilly: *Seeing Macie enter the living room* Where were you?? We're going to be late for the meeting to organize Cleo's party.

Macie: I'm sorry, I was doing some stuff and they were VERY HARD!

Jake: *Enters the living room all red in the face* Sorry for the delay, I was busy with Important stuff.

Lilly: *Add two and two* Oh my God, THE "VERY HARD" ONE WAS UNNECESSARY, MACIE!!!

Jake: What did you say when you walked in?

Macie: *With a malicious smile* Nothing that is not a lie.

Stephan and Jessy

The entire group gathered except for Stephan and Jessy.

Dan: Weird, Jessy and Stephan don't usually miss these meetings.

Stephan: *Enters the living room, hyperventilating* Hey! Excuse me, I was busy with amazing stuff.

Lilly: Let me guess...

Jessy: *Enters the room with a big smile* Hello everyone! Sorry, I had to dress up a bit for the meeting.

Thomas: Are we thinking the same thing?

Dan: Yep.

Lilly: Absolutely yes.

Eric and Carla

The group waiting for Eric and Carla to talk about Adam's disappearance.

Ash: Where are they? And they said it was important, we're about to solve it!

Violet: *worried* Maybe they had an accident?

Charlie: Relax, you'll see how fine they are!

Daliah: I would worry about Brian, the guy loves not coming for the important things.

Eric: *Enters the living room* Sorry, I was doing a couple of stuff and took too long.

Violet: At least you're here, we were worried.

Carla: *Enters fixing her hair* Uh, hey guys, sorry I took so long, I was doing stu-

Charlie: And here we have the "couple stuff to do".

Daliah: Ok, Stuff 1 and Stuff 2, let's start with the meeting.

Carla: *Looks at Eric and blushes* What did you tell them!?

Eric: Me?! I didn't say anything!

Ash: Their reactions say it all...

Violet: Oh my god...

[lyon-amore]

There are days when I wonder if I should do the lottery…

[miss-celestia13]

Made for You

Just a Jake x MC Duskwood smut one-shot, but the little snippet below is needed before reading the filth below the cut❤️

When Jessy cocked a brow, Manon felt no surprise to see everyone else looking grateful to be out of the redhead’s sights. Bastards.

“You.” Jessy pointed a damning finger at Manon before going on, “I have planned this down to the last millisecond. I don’t need to be chasing after either of you. Promise you’ll behave. I can’t afford the therapy I’ll need if I catch you doing something in a club bathroom!”

Jake made an odd choking sound as Manon rolled her eyes.

“I believe it should be up to—”

Jessy held up a hand and cut in, “Or you can do as I say and we’ll all be happy.”

“I feel only you’ll be happy with that, but sure. I’ll behave. Scout’s honor,” Manon drawled, crossing her mental fingers, and ignoring Jake’s silent laugh as it shook the chair they shared.

The dancefloor ebbed and flowed, waxing and waning like a tide as bodies moved and they gave themselves over to the freedom of drunken joy. A blend of perfumes, bitter alcohol, and the musky scent of warm skin infused the air she breathed. She wore a sash that proclaimed her as soon to be wed, and people offered to buy her drinks or congratulated her as she slithered through the teeming bodies to sit down for a short breather.

Her thighs stuck to the cool leather seat as she slid into their booth and reached for a fresh drink. All of her felt loose and hot, a familiar burn low in her belly as she watched her friends blowing off steam on the dancefloor. She shook her head as she watched Steve, her best friend, wearing a Barbie pink feather boa and a scarlet cowboy hat, sneaking up behind his wife Natalya. His wandering hands made her look away as Natalya leaned into it.

She tried to cool herself down, sweat drying on her skin as she caught her breath and her mind wandered to Jake. Her fingers itched to touch him, wishing she’d booked them in a night earlier to christen her hotel bed. She crossed her legs, lust and longing making itself known as she sipped her drink and swayed to the music.

It rubbed against her warm skin, turning it sensitive and decorating it with goosebumps. Alcohol flowed in her blood. It made her head rush with carnal thoughts. Her thudding heartbeat matched the heavy thumping bass of the song as rainbow strobe lights draped the dance floor, teeming with people tuned to the mirrored moon spinning above their heads. Condensation ran down the glass she clutched. 

Manon sucked down the last of her cocktail. The creamy sweetness lay heavy on her tongue. The deceptive and innocent appearance of its baby pink coloring veiled its potent alcohol content. Images of Jake wearing nothing but skin infiltrated her hazed mind as the male strippers began their show on a stage above the black-and-white checkered dancefloor.

None of them caught her eye, and the dollars in her bra remained there as her thoughts ran away from her. If Jake was here, she could sit in his lap, shove her underwear aside, and sink down on his cock. Ride him in tiny shifting movements until she trembled with the need to come and tried to hide what they were doing from the many eyes in the room.

She had a 4K vision of it playing in her mind, so real, she felt herself tensing in anticipation. Clearing her throat as it thickened, and a tremor ran through her hands. She was growing too hot between her thighs. Whenever she indulged in a drink, it always happened, but Jessy’s earlier warning made it even worse. Forbidden. She could have ignored her base urges if Jessy hadn’t forbidden them from fucking on this trip.

Her friend had only ensured Manon would seek her man out at the first opportunity.

Her cheeks bloomed with muted roses as she scanned her friends, all of them busy stuffing dollar bills in the painted on briefs of the oiled up men dancing for their entertainment. Her thighs clamped together as she imagined Jake growling filth in her ear and bringing her to a release so shattering, she could only wail. Mind addling lust bled into her and the need to feel nothing but that firestorm of desire ricocheting through her took control. Seeing everyone was well occupied, she unlocked her phone and sent Jake a quick message.

She grinned. Knew he would do what she asked as she set down her glass and snuck away while Steve had a shiny eyed Jessy’s attention. 

Jake leaned against the bar, Dan by his side. Their conversation had taken a turn Jake wasn’t entirely sure he was comfortable with, but given where they were and who they talked about, it was only natural topics would turn carnal. 

“You have all that money between you, and she isn’t dripping in diamonds?” Dan joked.

Jake smirked; the alcohol had oiled his rusty tongue, and for once, he just let the words fly, “My hand is the only necklace Manon wants. Diamonds won’t elicit the same reaction.” 

Dan’s brows shot up, face going carefully blank before he burst out laughing and cuffed Jake on the shoulder. 

“I wondered how you got her to do what you wanted. I guess strangling is the simplest solution,” Dan said, grinning and passing another vibrant blue shot to Jake. 

They tossed them back as one. Dan barely reacted, but Jake grimaced and shuddered. The cloyingly sweet liquid burned down his throat, and his mouth puckered as he swallowed. It seemed to glaze his tongue in a fuzzy jacket of sugar, and he hurried to clear it with a mouthful of his Old Fashioned. 

His phone buzzed in his pocket as Dan flagged down the bartender and ordered more drinks. Fishing it out, heat sparkled down his spine and pooled low in his back as a thread of curious anticipation wove through his veins to twine with the alcohol, loosening his inhibitions even further.

Manon: Outside. Five minutes. Look for the door with the purple sign on it. I’m waiting. You know how much I hate that. *Devil Smile Emoji*

Dan flirted with the pretty bartender, oblivious as Jake slipped away like a ghost. Everyone else had grouped off and were gambling or playing silly drinking games they’d sorely regret in the morning. 

His heart beat like a fist behind his sternum as he left the obnoxiously loud room and entered a shadowed hallway. The sticky carpet under his feet muted his steps as he scanned every door he passed for that purple sign. Her scent hung in the air. She was close. He almost walked past it when the door opened and a small hand shot out, grasping the back of his shirt before it pulled him inside. 

He tripped over his feet. The smell of cleaning chemicals and musty dust tickled his nose as someone small and fierce shoved him against a wall once the door was locked. His smile was salacious as Manon’s hands slid up his chest to grip his shoulders. The heat rolling off her seeped through his clothes as he grabbed her waist. 

There was a pause, a scuff of her heels on the concrete floor and a crackle of electricity zapping between them as she crowded him into the wall. Expectation and lust glimmered in his veins, making him eager to feel her engulf his cock in her tight, wet heat. He felt her purred question like a caress.

“We have about five or ten minutes before anyone comes looking. I want you to fuck me senseless before they can find us. Sound good to you?” 

He chuckled, his hands gripping her wriggling hips as she pressed against him so tightly it was as though she were trying to fuse herself with him. She could never get close enough and he was game for her to try until she burrowed inside him. Possess him inside and out. His cock reacted to her sultry tone and the alcohol in his system. Hardening so fast, she hummed in delight. 

Instead of replying, he kissed her, the act clumsy as he was blind in the dark, but he soon latched into her greedy mouth. She felt like danger and safety all at once. A thrilling, life-changing experience in the diminutive form of Manon Corvin—soon to be Allwood. The thought made me him growl possessively into the kiss. Her hands wove through his hair, her nipples stiffening against his chest, and she tasted like strawberries and cream as he breached her lips. He swept his tongue inside her mouth, fingers digging into her hips to drag her closer as their breathing echoed in the tiny cupboard. 

His hands slipped down and around, cupping the plush flesh of her ass and kneading her as she kissed him back with equal force. He often thought they were a collision of two opposing forces who somehow created something eternal. Something only they could break and they never would. They only ever strengthened their bond. Even without light, he could see her. Flushed pink. Eyes glazed and evergreen with lust. The little whimper she gave as he parted her thighs with a knee, going straight to his hard cock and making it twitch in his trousers. 

Her breath was his, sweet and harsh, panted through their sealed mouths as she surged into him. He tasted how much she wanted him—would always want him—on her twisting tongue as it taunted his. Reactive and urgent, she always touched him like she was afraid it was the last time. He could only react in kind. Her tiny little dress barely skimmed her thighs. His fingers traced the underside curve of her ass as she shivered and tugged his hair. 

They didn’t have time for him to draw it out and rile her into begging him to fuck the emptiness away. Quick and dirty, it was then. He gave a grunt as his fingers crept between her legs and he found her bare and slick and scorching hot. His beloved she-devil had taken off her underwear before he’d arrived. The knowledge made him groan into her biting mouth and kiss her harder. 

She reacted beautifully. Whining and pressing close. Undulating against him, feverish hands clawing down his chest, and she widened her stance to give him more access to her naked cunt. He dabbled in her wetness, opening her folds like the petals of a flower as he spread it around, and teased her entrance with a fingertip. Repeating the move as she shuddered and huffed through her nose. 

Manon sighed into his mouth, teeth nibbling his bottom lip as his bristling kiss abraded her sensitive lips. Her pulse thrummed wildly in her throat as a wave of pure distress and irrational love rose within her. The feel of him under her hands was a type of heaven she could only find in him. Her skin was aflame. Heart pounding and head buzzing with an urgency that made her arc into the hard length she could feel against her stomach. That damned finger pushed inside her and he smirked into the kiss as she clutched his shirt to keep her up. 

His tongue slid against hers, heat blooming bright in her core as a rush of essence flooded his busy hand. Desire and impatience warring in her as he teased her tense inner walls. Her chest stuttered, breasts high and heavy under her flimsy dress as she hiked a knee up to his hip, hooking her foot behind his thigh. She dropped her hands between their breathless bodies and undid his belt and fly with a practiced flick of her fingers, diving inside his boxers to wrap a hand around his rigid, weeping cock. 

She swiped her thumb over the tip, stealing the drop of moisture waiting there for her as she swallowed his rough moan as she teased him with too gentle strokes along the thick length of him. She loved how he reacted to her touch. Loved how he matched her endless desire with equal fire. She tried and failed to align him with her, but he was too tall, even with her heels on. Her disgruntled groan made him chuckle into her mouth as he withdrew his hand from her willing body and she suddenly found herself turned around, her back to him. 

“Plant your hands on the wall, Sweetheart. I’ll take care of you,” he ordered in a voice laced with smoke and sin. It threaded through her nerves and made her desperate.

She moved automatically. Trust and perfect faith, he would leave her in ruins were all she felt. Her hands found the wall, the cool concrete rough under her palms as she arched her spine and ground her ass into the cradle of his hips. He pinched her thigh to make her whine, smoothing his hand over the hurt as she preened and tensed herself, so she felt the delicious burn as he slid inside her. 

She sensed him bending at the knee, one hand grabbing her hip, the other guiding his cock to press into her soaked entrance. His fingers trailing down her thigh to hook around her knee, drawing it back and abruptly pulling her onto his length. Splitting her apart so thoroughly and savagely, she couldn’t make a sound. 

Her mouth gaped and eyes bugged as she scratched at the wall, body battling between pain and pleasure as she struggled to absorb him. A grinding ache of her inner muscles, the sublime burning stretch as he filled her up, made her cry out, and he slapped his free hand over her mouth to smother it as voices passed by their hiding spot. 

His voice was a blade wrapped in velvet as it sank into her blood rush ears. 

“Quiet, or they’ll find us faster.”

Her eyelids fluttered as essence drenched her core, her entire being focused on the feel of his cock like a fiery brand inside her taut cunt. All of her primed and fashioned just for him. Only with him could she let go of her control, shut down her mind, and just feel. Trusting he’d never let her fall. She arched further, so he hit that spot high inside her that turned her wetness into a steady trickle as he began to move. Shallow darts of his hips, circling and coaxing her open, harsh breaths tripping from him as he broke her to him and she bit down on his hand. 

He hissed, thrusting harder as she used her hands to rock forward and roll herself back onto his cock. Inner walls flickering and sucking him down, down. So deep she forgot her own name as he sheathed himself to the hilt. Footsteps and drunken arguing right outside their cupboard door only made him move faster, as though trying to make her scream and get them caught. The thought shouldn’t have been as exciting as it was, but she’d be damned if she didn’t clench around his length and grow even wetter.

His hand fell away from her mouth, dropping to hold her neck, fingers pushing into the veins on either side of her neck. For a few dizzying, electrifying seconds, he held her throat, cutting off her blood, before releasing the pressure. The rapid rush as it again flowed freely made her lightheaded and vocal, throaty cries turning the sex stained the air scarlet as he repeated the gesture. 

His touch was Midas, and she soon became gold. Her breath stalling in her lungs as the flexing of his fist squeezed her neck. The glide of his weighty cock inside her splitting her apart again and again as essence glazed her inner thighs. Her hammering pulse and fracturing mind as pleasure spiked high turning her on so much she almost couldn’t stand it, and he only drove her harder, her hands pushed tight against the wall. 

Every slide of his cock inside her, every bite of his nails through her paper-thin dress as he used her hip for leverage, sent her reeling. Searing sensation overwhelmed her as he reminded her she was his and his forever. Tension coiled, rapid and wit stealing and she shoved herself back as he pulled away, impaling herself on his cock to tear a groan from his chest. The shimmering love between them was as potent as the salted and sharp scent of her arousal in the humid air. 

She was on fire. Body alight upon a raging pyre. Tendrils of flame coursed under her skin and wreathed around it, crackling embers popping across her sensitive flesh as she gave into it and whimpered his name. The hand at her hip slipped and traveled down her quivering abdomen and under her short skirt to toy with her swollen clit. Drawing the tension out and out and out until her nails scraped the concrete to keep herself upright. 

His voice was a snarl as his body blanketed hers, and he sought to unravel her completely. “You take my cock like you’re made just for me,” he said, his body enveloping hers as he sought to unravel her. “You’re so beautiful when I overwhelm you.” 

Her heart rattled off her ribs, whimpers falling from her open mouth as he circled that bundle of nerves and pushed even deeper inside her. She was at his mercy, release threatening to break like a tidal wave as it swelled so high she felt as if she was too big for bones. He was tearing her in two, sparks flying from his fingers and shooting through her as her cunt clenched down on him. He seemed to grow impossibly harder, sharp jabs of his cock making her babble wordlessly. 

His black chuckle slithered over her pebbled, overheated skin like a shiver. Cunt weeping for him as he rubbed her clit in deliberate circles. Jake and Manon didn’t pay attention as someone burst into laughter and shoved something heavy into the other side of the door. Too lost in the incredible pleasure building like an impending implosion in them both. Every part of her coiled and coiled under his touch. Muscles going stiff, inner walls clasping his cock tight, and even her untouched nipples strained against the satin fabric of her dress. 

He took it as permission to fuck her fast and rough like a beast. Moving easily within her slippery walls, coaxing moan after moan from her as she reveled in the drag of his hard length teasing her exquisitely. She became a creature of sinful delight. Body full of firing nerves and quivering tension that pulled and pulled taut in her core until it drew too tight and left her balanced on a bone slicing precipice. 

Jake felt her impending release in a wash of her essence as she chased it. The throb in her core threatened to break her as she mewled and urged him on. His clever fingers relentless on that tiny cluster of nerves as the tension gave an almost audible snap. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, copper flooding her tongue as a crazed howl tried to claw its way out of her throat. 

He kept fucking her. Relishing in every flutter of her orgasm, as it claimed her wholly. And Manon could only take it as he drew the ecstasy from her until she felt unhinged and needed it to end. Heat like scalding water welled up inside her and drowned her ability to breathe or think or do anything but come. Bright flashing lights splintered her vision, her breath gasping from her as she heard herself whining and griping, unable to stop it as the intense pleasure made her knees weaken. His fingers on her clit never ceased. 

Neither paid any mind to the persistent knocking on the cupboard door, as dark crazed carnal desire took full control. 

She flailed as her orgasm turned sharp. Jake’s whispered worship urged her on, telling her how much he loved her, how deeply he wanted her, and how nothing could ever tear them apart as he gave an emphatic slam of his hips and buried himself deep as he came and came. Her name was a ragged prayer on his lips as she flickered around his cock. Every twitch inside her only fueled the ardent flames licking through her. 

Loose strands of hair stuck to her sweaty temples as she slowly came down. Wishing she had more time to luxuriate in the boneless, mindless delirium he so easily created in her. He was still inside her, softening as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on her sweat slick neck. The knocking got louder, and they both froze. A hysterical giggle lodged in her throat as Jake cursed under his breath. She whined as he slid free of her saturated cunt, his fingers teasing her tender flesh before he tugged her skirt back down. 

She thought about pretending they weren’t there as the hand chapping on the door started pounding on it. But Jessy’s indignant voice put an end to that idea. 

“I know you’re in there! I heard you. You’ve got five minutes to get your shit together or I’ll be back to drag you out.” 

Manon couldn’t help the childish laugh that left her as the redhead’s heels clacked away from their hiding spot and Jake muttered swears directed at their nosey friends.

She turned in a swirl of her dress, liquid between her shaking legs as she wrapped herself around him and kissed him stupid. Her inner walls still flickered, and dazzling bliss settled in her hollow bones as his tongue played lazily with hers. Tasting his sated breath and enjoying his teeth, biting her lips before they parted with a reluctant sigh. 

“We better listen to her. She’s scary when she’s angry,” Jake said, chuckling as he tucked himself away and zipped his pants back up. 

She needed to visit the bathroom before returning to her party, clean herself up and see the damage Jake had done to her makeup and hair. They couldn’t part ways without another starving kiss. They left the closet with an unspoken promise to spend hours ravishing each other once they got home and hurried to do as Jessy had told them. 

Manon’s reflection in the bathroom mirror made her want to cackle as she fixed the pins Jake had knocked loose in her halo of braids and reapplied her sanguine lipstick. There was nothing to be done about the fingerprints on her throat or the swollen lips. The skin around her mouth abraded by his spiked kiss would give it all away, anyway. 

She didn’t care as she hid in a toilet stall to relieve herself and clean up the mess the two of them had made. Her heart was light and fluttering like a tiny singing bird as she joined her friends in the crowded, too-loud club and downed the round of shots a glaring Jessy handed her. She plopped down beside her friend, a pleasant burn in her throat, and leaned in to whisper. 

“I am sorry. But it was worth it.”

Jessy rolled her eyes, a smile trying to curl the corners of her mouth as she said, “It’s fine. We all had bets about how long it would take before you slipped away to find him. I won. We’re even.” 

Manon choked on the drink a swaying Cleo had handed her and narrowed her eyes at Jessy. 

“Am I that predictable?” 

A chorus of “Yes!” Greeted her. Everyone, including Natalya and Steve, who should’ve been with Jake’s party but was currently clinging to his wife, wound around her like a snake as the alcohol affected his self-control, agreed. Manon wanted to feel annoyed by them all, but she only felt seen and accepted. Loved by these people she had chosen. And they had chosen her and Jake right back. 

She grinned at them all. Drunk and utterly in love, it was the best night she would barely remember. 

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Thank you for reading. I hope it was enjoyable 🥰❤️

[lyon-amore]

Thinking about Eric's dynamics with Macie and the difference from how it would be with Carla

It's easier for him to flirt with Macie, but because she has that extrovert air about her and Macie simply sees it in her head as having fun chats with a friend. Because all her love is already for Jake, another man cannot enter her life, she only sees him with a good friend

On the other hand, Eric and Carla:

I imagine him to be a pathetic lover who doesn't know how to send her signals without scaring her because she is shy and gives him the feeling of wanting to protect her but without overwhelming her because he doesn't want to seem obsessive either, but he knows what she has been through and fears that it may have affected her greatly.

I'm sure he would even ask Carla's twin sister Daliah for help on how he can approach her without seeming desperate.

Daliah would be very excited about this, since she prefers Eric to Jake (because she doesn't trust him).

Daliah simply wants to see Carla have a normal and happy life and she sees a beautiful and less stressful chemistry between them than she saw with Jake, so many times, without both of them knowing, they would arrange dates with the excuse of meeting the group, leaving the two of them alone.

And regarding Carla's feelings, she really wants to get closer to him, but when she compares herself she feels that Maybe she seems boring to him and she is afraid that Eric will get bored with her. And even she herself sees that there are no communication problems like there were with Jake and that she is not afraid of feeling watched or worried about whether or not it is okay to be together.

I think it would even go well for her because Eric would encourage her a lot in her performances by accompanying her to lose her fear, of course, She has her sister, but seeing how the boy she likes is going to cheer her up makes her very excited and that makes her happy.

I wish I could know more about Eric to know his weaknesses and know what Carla could help him overcome, it would be very nice to imagine them helping each other 🤭💖

[lyon-amore]

I was thinking that for Moonvale I think I'll use a lot of Macie having a private account for her thoughts and creating her reactions during the game, mixing both characters together with new stories, because the bad thing is that the main story is not going to intersect with the side story, We are going to be the ones who create those interactions that I will be delighted to see 💖

Of course, wanting to make Macie's reaction during the game in some fake posts will have the spoiler warning, so I will always put a spoiler warning

I'm too excited about all the ideas I have, with many possible scenarios if they happen in the game. I feel like you're going to see a lot of content in the fandom that everyone is going to create 🤭