#that she’s a paramour…..wow……

[thelioncourts]

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[msunitedstatesjames]

I just finished up most of Emmrich's companion quests and oh my god that was amazing. I chose the human ending, and I loved it. Once again, my favorite string of scenes yet in the game.

First of all, Emmrich's voice actor did amazing. Like, wow. We've heard Emmrich be the self assured academic, we've heard him be anxious, we've even heard him be angry, but we got whole new shades of Emmrich in the final Hezenkoss confrontation and Lich choice scenes. We got outrage, we got desperation, we got grief and pain. When Emmrich first tries to stop the lantern and realizes it could kill him, when he begs Manfred to come back as he goes after the lantern, when he begs him to come back again when he searches for his spirit, when he admits that he wouldn't trade Lichdom for having Manfred back, it's all so movingly acted. And you can't forget the "Magic, like you" joy. It can be easy for video games to make you feel excited or interested or generally just content, but feeling joy and grief are harder, and this string of quests pulled it off beautifully, largely because of the voice acting and also the character writing.

I found Emmrich's animation to be really good in these scenes as well. He does a lot of dramatic gesturing, and for whatever reason it just really worked for me. The way he gestures when pleading with Hezenkoss and admitting she was right was great. The hug when Manfred was back was adorable. The look on his face when he realizes he's talking about Manfred like a child was precious. But the one that really got me was when Manfred "dies," and Emmrich puts his hands over his face with that look of utter disbelief and horror. Seeing Emmrich look like that, when he's always so put together, really hits hard.

The little romance moments were great, too. Having Hezenkoss be so pissed off that Emmrich has a lover is gratifying. Rook getting called his "paramour" was amusing. Also, I have to give Hezenkoss some props for at least admitting she would have entombed Rook and Emmrich together when she killed them. That's really a pretty decent thing for a villain to promise, like, she didn't have to do that. It was nice to be able to stand up for Emmrich, too. And that you got to help him make his big decision. But of course the sprinkle on top of this delightful cake was getting to surprise Emmrich into realizing that you're parenting together. How many other Dragon Age couples get to parent together? Only a few that I can think of.

Emmrich's character growth was stunning too. He has to acknowledge that, at least in one way, Hezenkoss was better than him. He admits that he misses her friendship. He has to face down his greatest fear, death, more than once, and while doing so choose the lives of others above his own in a very real way. First he chooses to risk himself to save Hezenkoss's enemies, and Rook, and Nevarra City. Then, he literally chooses eventual death in order to save Manfred. He also realizes that he was stronger than he believed himself to be, both in magic and in courage. And in the end he can admit that though he has regrets, he knows he made the right choice. I haven't played or watched the other ending, but it feels right somehow for Emmrich to embrace his deep compassion this way.

As for Hezenkoss, there's a certain poetic justice to her being ended by a ragtag team of Emmrich's "ridiculous skeleton," Emmrich's lover, spirits she personally tormented, and her former friend turned foil, Emmrich the death fearing necromancer. I still love her as a whacky villain. Who knows what evils her escaped undead hand is getting up to now?

If I haven't blabbed enough about how amazing these quests were, they were also just the most exhilarating in the game for me so far. I think all of the reasons listed above just combined really well together to make this quest super suspenseful. I really cared about Emmrich as a character, so I really cared about his fate. Even though you logically knew he wouldn't die in this quest, it still felt very high stakes. There was exciting music, dozens of lives at stake including Emmrich and Manfred, and as I've mentioned before, top tier voice acting. I was gasping and kicking my feet in excitement at all the right moments. It strings you right along from suspense, to excitement, to dread, to shock, to triumph, to grief, to joy, to a pleasant contentment.

I couldn't stop playing this string of quests, which was extremely unfortunate for Bellara because right before this she told Rook they needed to go after her brother immediately, and then I instead forced her to tag along and help Rook defeat her boyfriend's rival.

Anyway, I'm still reeling from the excitement of it all. I hope the end of this game is really good because it's gonna be hard to live up to this bunch of quests.

(Sidenote: How horrified would the Southern Templars be to find out an extremely powerful death mage, his Spelblade Tevinter mage girlfriend, and their reanimated skeleton son (inhabited by a spirit of curiosity and gifted with death magic) are running around Thedas fighting gods?)

[anamelessfool]

Valentine's Day 1985

I wanted to feature some platonic/family Valentine's Day drabbles, since that's how I personally like the holiday. Primo and 8-year old Copia from my AU. I'm dedicating this one to @ghuleh-recs because they have have done so much for the community and inspired me to just go big.

I have three planned! Let's keep the love going! Ficlet/Drabble Below the cut!

It was nearly afternoon and Copia could not find Primo anywhere. Copia had been waiting for him back in their shared cell, art supplies in hand. Primo always woke earlier than everyone else, off to do some chore or other. On the other side of the cell was Primo’s bed, neatly made. Primo didn't collect much— just a few of Copia’s paper sculptures on his nightstand, a framed photo of his mother. His watch was there too, which meant he was out on a run. So that could be it. On bad days he would be out running for hours. Copia unfolded his carefully cut art project, scrutinizing the shapes and folds of the little dolls linking arms. He had hidden his craft supplies in a shoebox under his bed, doing his best to work in secret lest his brother discover his surprise.

“Down in the kitchen, maybe,” Copia said to his three rats in the nearby cage. It was cold and so they continued to nap in their pile of felt and fur. Copia got to his feet, tucking the card in his book and shoving the whole thing under his arm. After his little doorknob-tapping ritual (once for his rats, twice for bravery, three times for luck) he was out and en route to the dining hall.

“Came in from his jog,” recalled Sister Agatha as Copia found her in the dining hall. She gestured over to the spotless kitchen. “Then noticed the range needed cleaning.”

“And he was here?”

“Oh, about two hours too long,” chuckled Agatha. “Then he fixed that knocking going on in the fridge. Then back out the door. And that was that.” She shuffled over to a tinfoil-covered plate and pulled out a little something for the boy. A heart-shaped cookie, decorated with pink crystals of sugar. “Don't forget this on your way out, Mr. Holmes.”

“Thank you.” Copia inserted the cookie into his mouth, did a little hop and scurried out. Nothing else to fix, so Primo moved on to his most common little problem. Copia now knew exactly where Primo was.

As soon as Copia stepped out into the cold he heard the familiar thwack echo across the stone walls of the Ministry building. Primo was by the garden shed, adding to the already precariously tall woodpile one axe blow at a time.

Primo was an easygoing sort of person, an unflappable pillar of good natured-ness, but Copia had known his adoptive father-brother for so long that he could tell exactly what was on his mind. This sudden onset of busy-ness, the relentless puttering only meant one thing:

It was not going well with him and a paramour.

Primo noticed him and buried the axe head into the stump with an effortless toss. There was a haze of heated persperation wafting from his rough friar’s habit. He smiled, but his eyes felt far away. “Ah, sorry, you wanted to show me something, I forgot. Copia, where's your coat?”

Copia swallowed. “Um er…are you and…Brother Vincenzo…”

“Ah, Vinny?” Primo curbed a grimace. “I needed to be by myself for a while.”

Copia burned with embarrassment. “Sorry I um…I…”

“Too many differences,” said Primo plainly. “We're on good terms, though. Don't worry.” He settled in on the cement bench nearby, a thin unsteady smile on his face. “Didn't care too much for this holiday anyway. What you got there, mausi?”

Copia dropped the book in his lap, and Primo touched the title with his fingers, reading aloud slowly. “Paper…paper cutouts.”

“Yes, like this!” Copia pulled out the bundle of folded papers, expanding it wide in front of him with a grin. “Tah-dah!”

“Oh, wow!”

“It's for you. Em…Happy Valentine's Day. Sorry.”

“What you sorry about?”

Copia looked down at the frozen dirt, his face burning. He wanted so badly for Primo to be well. Primo did everything in his power to build a wall of normalcy around him, and as Copia grew he felt its presence more and more. It tugged at his heart knowing that he could do little to help. For a moment he doubted if he did his doorknob ritual before leaving for the day— he wouldn't feel this way if he did. He must have forgot. More embarrassment. More springs winding.

Primo gave a good-natured scoff. “It happens.” He reached out with a roughened hand and investigated the little chain of paper dolls. “Fine work here, mausi. Thank you. Happy Valentine's Day, Copia.”

“I wanted to teach you,” Copia replied, his voice growing strong as Primo’s praise bolstered his spirit.

“I'd love to learn,” Primo said, and he rose, creaking, to his feet. “And we need to get you inside. Bring a coat next time.” He gestured at Copia once more, and the boy held his hand. The semi-frozen ground crunched underfoot as they crossed the lawn. “Lunch first?”

Copia nodded. “Sister Agatha made cookies.”

“Paper cutouts,” Primo mused. They got to the door, and he let Copia in but not without a teasing ruffle of his hair. “So…is this why I kept seeing all those little pieces of white paper all over the carpets, huh?” Primo smirk. “Nihil stole a box of xerox paper for you?”

“He…said he'd put it back,” Copia muttered shyly.

My Fic List | "Scenes from the Void" Eldritch Horror AU

[whoblewboobear]

Hey sorry if this is weird to say n I know the tags you left on my post the other day when I was joking abt like. How all roads for Jace lead back to Porter like I know they’re old tags and I meant to reply sooner but I really liked what u had to say esp the part at the end I guess abt like. Is Jace returning to Porter even when we try to give him something new tragic or is he glad he got to experience new life with other people who also got to experience new life through essentially the act of creation. I just thought that was a beautiful sentiment. Like I joke about us being in the Zarajace trenches but I love her so much and i get she’s a minor character but it really does make me sad that she’s never seen as a character whose interiority is worth taken seriously. (I literally checked to see if i was crazy and like for example on ao3 she’s only in like 10 works and one is mine two are yours! and the others are like misc Zaraporterjace or sb content n offhand mentions.) I love her so much. Maybe this is silly but even as ‘always a duo’ can be so personal there is something to like. Imbuing a constellation of people including Zara that also get second rich life when we write abt our little blonde guy that we put in Situations :’)

Anyway keep fighting the good zarajace fight ily we’re stronger together! 💪

It's not weird at all! I got so in the weeds with my tags on your post bc Just the idea that maybe we all doomed Jace by tying him back to porter makes me sad but then there's duality to it of, hey he got agency and maybe he's happy too. They started in such a dark place because of the implications within canon but like- the power that creation holds is so special. In the show, Zara had a lot more to work with and I remember being a little scared to write her because it felt so daunting. She already had agency and personality that felt so clear. Like I look at her and I want to be truthful to the seeds that were planted with how she's portrayed. But it really is that same internal debate of did we doom her and take away some of that agency by tying her to Jace? Or is she happy?

ngl I have both you and @italicized-oh to thank for putting the ZaraJace brainworms in my head bc I- wow. Just like- I came into this a starbreaker girlie and fell ass backwards into ZaraJace best friends to QPR to Lavender Marriage pipeline and I think through that, through Jace and through creation Zara is happy. Plus I love that her paramour is still acknowledge a lot of the time. She has such a deep love for them outside of all the Jace and Porter shenanigans. Maybe when the lens isnt focused on her, she's having a full life in her own right. I like to think that she's fulfilled and she's happy. But goddamn I would love to see and maybe even write some Zara charater studies bc as a vampire loving whore, I'm in love with awe of her 😭

Thank you for such a lovely message~ and godspeed in the ZaraJace trenches bc we're gonna need it lmaooo

[18catsreading]

Ayda: you're Cheese of Cannoncourt, correct?

Cheese: yeah, yeah, er wow, uh yea, I'm Cheese. I'm Cheese.

Ayda: my apologies for my lateness. In addition to being the mistress of the Compass Points Library, I also am in a committed relationship with a rockstar who lives in Solace. So I have to split time between those two locations.

Cheese: yeah, oh yea, I know. I keep up with all the papers, and all those -- that's amazing, yeah

Ayda: I am Ayda Aguefort, mistress of the Compass Points. It's been brought to my attention that you are a young wizard, is this correct?

Cheese: uh, yes

Ayda: may I observe your trapper keeper?

Cheese: uh, ooh, yeah. [As Carlos]: he pulls out the trapper keeper and hands it to her. Starts kind of making excuses for it. [As Cheese]: oh, a lot of these, a lot, a lot of the pages are torn. It's a lot, a lot of stuff that I'm scribbling in the notes I had to like, I don't know the real languages or exactly how this stuff works exactly. A lot of that I put, I put together. it's not, it's not --

Ayda: your voice keeps stuttering over and over again, are you nervous right now?

Cheese: -- -- -- I'm always, I'm always nervous, yes

Ayda: why?

Cheese: um. -- --. [Sighs heavily]. I don't know.

Ayda: I'm going to be frank with you. I command the ind and stars. I am a powerful wizard. Last year I stormed the nine Hells to save my paramour. And I also get nervous a lot. It's okay to be nervous, but I hope you are not nervous around me. I heard of your story and that you are off on an adventure to save your brother. This is a noble calling. I hope you do well. Am I conveying to you affection correctly? You're getting that I'm being affectionate, yes?

Cheese: -- -- I don't have a lot of experience, but I guess so, yes. I mean, on paper it sounds 100%.

Ayda: you don't have a lot of experience with affection? I understand that. Leviathan can be an unkind place to grow up. Do you have any family left here in the city?

Cheese: -- -- y- no, not in the city.

Ayda: [narrowing her eyes] very well. [As Brennan]: she casts a spell. Some act of divination, and she says: [as Ayda]: I've asked the winds and the mist of all the 17 seas to come together and agree with you that you have no family here in the city. Any who live in this city that operate under the mistaken assumption that they are your family will find locating you, troubling you, or harassing you, or ever being unkind to you again to be an impossibility. For you and your brother.

Cheese: Thank you

Ayda: here is a very large book of spells. It's a present. I hope you enjoy it. Don't tell me if you don't, it will hurt my feelings.

Cheese: oh! Thank you!! This is, oh, it even has that new spell smell. Thank you! So much!

Ayda: your adventure awaits. The Crows Keep will be open to you whenever you are ready. I'm out of things to say. Do you have any things to say, or are we done talking?

Cheese: -- -- we're done talking. We're done talking, yes.

Ayda: okay. I consider you a friend. I hope you do the same to me. You can think about it, you don't have to answer now. Goodbye, Cheese.

[sgiandubh]

Well hello one more time tonight it is Caitriona Anon again. I love when you get fired up. But 1) I'm not an Anti, I'm a shipper I just happen to be one who's disillusioned with Caitriona who I now find cold. I've been here since Sam was cast, I no longer have a blog because I'm trying to wean myself off of this and it's easier for me this way. I do believe they are together despite whatever irritation I might have with either of them at any given time. 2) I'm not Russian or German, I'm an American and I guess my grammar failed me tonight, apologies. 3) I didn't understand and I wanted to ask questions which I thought was the point of having an ask box and a comment section so that people can get to the heart of what you are saying. Despite you not caring if you are understood, after this post, I do. 4) I was sincere in my questions and appreciate your answers no matter how fiery they are.

Dear (persistent) Caitriona Anon,

You managed to bring a smile, after all, remembering my (shipper) mom's exasperation: 'stop doing your American lawyer schtick, we're eating, for the love of God!", every single time I get fired up, as you say. Yes, same shipper mom who is a C-mainly ('so beautiful! so elegant!') and who told me ' I will not comment on that boy, he is blonde' (it's true, the women of my clan are persistently attracted like flies by dark strangers).

Speaking of C also made me remember a lazy August afternoon, on the Nong Khai-Bangkok sleeper train. I was trying to read something about Virginia Woolf's Bloomsbury gang (a filthy paperback I had poached at the Khao San Road bookstore, between the 7-Eleven and the smiling Burmese tailors who made me a couple of wonderful tussah outfits). At the other end of the open dining car, an old American Hippie guy was explaining to a bunch of bewildered Australian flashpackers how that same Khao San Road changed and became 'such a nonsense' since the glorified days of the Banana Pancake Trail. That included the somewhat lewd recollection of his paramour, a fierce Valkyrie, the story ending with ' ah, she was beautiful. Beautiful and gone.'

So is C. Beautiful and gone. She came, she conquered, she left. But what is good to bewilder Australian flashpackers on a balmy Siamese summer night is crappy nonsense when and if you consider a life and a career after OL. So yes, even if I have trouble believing your story, I could reasonably understand why you are disappointed or angry or (you name it) with S, C, S&C.

I am not, because I set my bar very low on design. I have no moral right to ask anything of These Two. I have no intention to pressure two overly stressed individuals who still must figure out what the hell happened to them (yes, after all these years), just to satisfy my ego or be avenged. I am taking it as it is, one tango step and one day at a time. I know what I know and that is enough, because what I know I found out or figured up by myself: the rest is confirmation, solidarity and a beautiful story of collective friendship.

Wean yourself off? Wow, the ambition. This is worse than tobacco! And you still have a sock account just to lurk? Make no mistake, you didn't go anywhere, if you told me the truth. And neither did Moo, or CRT and their respective beggar's courts: they are still here, like dragonflies in amber, and despite all their loud, vile, venomous protestations. It's next to impossible to leave, when the sideshow is more enticing than Season 4.

You are always welcome to ask questions and I will always answer. But I think that you might want to consider this POV, too: how about finding yourself propelled in a world where people literally scream every single time you walk into a room? how about trying to have a life when you sometimes feel that hundreds of prying eyes are lurking near your bed? how about finding balance when every single word you ever uttered is analyzed to oblivion on blogs or is turned into a gif which spins lackadaisically in cyberspace? how about living with a sword above your head, called Non Disclosure Agreement? how about finding yourself insulted by nobodies with a keyboard? what would YOU do?

So what if they don't want to be seen, heard, mentioned, in a giant FUCK YOU ALL, shippers and antis and fencers and God knows who else?

Do I think this is the best way they could have managed it? Absolutely not. But my position is comfortable: the love of my life is not regularly considered an illiterate snake oil seller for a geriatric bunch of groupies. I am not that guy Richard Madden ostensibly humiliated in public, when he was bartending in London, and who, suddenly, is aware he became a global fantasy.

Would he lie for her sake, for their sake? I believe he would, and more. Would she accept the unthinkable? The woman who answered the 'what was the most foolish thing you ever did' by 'I got married' totally would.

Enough said. Let's say good bye, for the moment, with a nice pic from a calmer world, where the gong of the nearby wat wakes you up at 6 AM. And then you go and have the best coffee in town at The Scandinavian Bakery, round the corner:

[loststarphounix]

It's Gundham's birthday rn (it's 12am, December 14th in my timezone lmao)

and so, I decided to gift him the best thing I can offer atm:

✨ Kazuichi in lingerie ✨

Kazuichi comes home earlier than Gundham does, and so he has time to prepare his gift to him at home! The devas also joined him for his duties for the day so he won't have them to snitch on him, which is good-

Kazuichi's gift to him is his very own lover wearing the most beautiful lingerie he's seen. Don't ask Kazuichi where he got it, he just does- xD

Gundham comes home later a little after dark, and notices Kazuichi not on the couch waiting for him, which was odd. He goes upstairs and finds him on their bed wearing the pretty pink lingerie he got especially for his birthday~ >.<

( tbh this is just me using gundham's bday as an excuse to ramble about kazuichi in lingerie bc i personally love the idea LMAO )

Ah I feel bad cause I don’t have a fic ready for him, so this might have to do lol TW: pic of lingerie and hand job

Kaz got this lingerie thanks to Sonia 🤣

He asked her for help picking out something nice and she looked in square in the eye and said “say no more”. She actually bought several - nearly a baker dozen all varying in different colors and cuts and some even have faux fur lining. She went to town and they all fit like a glove lol

But the one he decides to wear, is a cute little light pink piece that fits snugly against his hips and chest, which is perfect because Gundham does like seeing Kazuichi’s masculine body incased in feminine clothing. And this is particularly feminine (spoiled caused slight risky photo)

So he has it on, feeling pretty cute and good about himself. He looks good and though the thigh straps were a bitch to get right, everything is just perfect. And to add the perfect touch, he puts on the custom made pleather dog collar Gundham had made, complete with a dog tag with Kazuichi’s name engraved snug against his neck.

He knows he make a pretty sight and desperately wants to take a picture for future use, but holds off because he can’t trust himself sending to his boyfriend and ruining the surprise 😏

When he hears the front door open, he feels nervous, it keeps his ass firmly planted on the bed and waits anxiously for the other to come into the bedroom.

“Paramour?”

“In here.” He calls, voice high and excited. “I have a surprise for you~”

And wow ok. Taking him a bit of a minute to get there. Could be his anxiety but it takes Gundham an eternity to get to their bedroom, but it’s worth it when he opens the door, talking about how some irritable parrot was refusing to eat or groom itself and stopping mid word as he took in Kazuichi, sitting in the middle of their bed, legs tucked in to push the strain of the thigh straps taunt against his skin and a gauzy dark pink short shift splay around him like some Disney princess.

Kazuichi is so proud of Gundham’s reaction, he wiggles a bit in excitement as the breeder continues to stare at him in a mix of surprise and desire and in a genius move, he shoulders the shift off, exposing his slightly tan shoulders and he could be seeing things but he swears the others nostrils flare as his eyes focus on the collar.

“You like it? Happy birthday baby-“ is all he can get out before he is suddenly pushed against the sheets and is silenced by the other kissing the soul outta him.

Gundham is just pawing at him, kneading his thighs; hands tugging at the bra to flick a nipple and a wide wicked tongue making a wet strip at the hollow of his throat. Kazuichi was already half hard and it takes no time at all for him to be full mast and he moans as those cold hands brush against his groin.

“My dear, you look delightful. Absolutely delectable.” Gundham growls and Kazuichi shivers cause holy shit he really likes it.

And Kazuichi preens at that, because fuck yeah he knows it. Gundham is just pulling more at the bra and has already pulled down the delicate fabric of the crotch panties, long fingers wrapping loosely around his length and his arches his back on the bed. Something rends in the air and it barely phases him as he thrusts into that pale hand.

“I find that you will enjoy me unwrapping my present fare than I will.” Gundham rumbles I’m part amusement and part hunger as he speeds up his hand slightly.

“Nigh ~ Never know until you do.” He replies with a toothy grin that immediately crumbles as he rides out his orgasm.

“Indeed.” And he watches in semi conscious bliss as pulls away to quickly remove his clothes.

And yeah, this gift was a great idea.

[lillotte17]

BG3 Aili ended up with Halsin even though I was initially thinking she'd go for Gale because I've been trying to pick the dialogue options that suit her best and that...pretty much ended up locking her out of every other romance. ^_^;

Gale: I'm glad you enjoy my company. You've become rather important to me and I value our friendship.

Aili: You're an important friend to me, too! (✿◕‿◕✿)

Gale: ....💔💔💔🥺

Current trail of broken hearts aside, it's so funny to me that in comparison with all her various paramours, Halsin is just...normal? Almost normal?? He's actually got a lot of weird similarities with both Solas and Uthvir, but he's like...some weird combination of them who actually got time to process at least some of his grief and trauma. If you put them all in a room together, I feel like Solas and Uthvir would both bow out pretty quickly bc 'omg someone she could actually build a life with who probably won't end up getting her killed? He is definitely the right choice here.' Although Uthvir is privately >:( over the fact that he is like...enormous.

Of course, Halsin being the way he is, he wouldn't see why they couldn't just all be in a relationship. Idk if Solas would really go for that, especially since Uthvir kind of freaks him out, but...wow what a circus of a relationship dynamic that would be, lmao.

[ell0ra-br3kk3r]

i- wow... this was super quick haha thank you guys so much<3 i was missing my old blog a few days ago but then i realized i probably wouldn't have met a few of you so i'm grateful for getting the fresh start and a chance to meet some of you guys<3 so we're at 500 followers and it's christmas (kinda sorta almost there)! let's do this!

fandoms for this event are the grishaverse and the wizarding world both golden and marauders era (please specify if you want marauders or golden). please let me know if you have a prefrence for pronouns, otherwise i'll default to she/her.

anyone and everyone can participate! please keep it to one event per ask. thank you!

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[luminouslumity]

Wow, first trivia post already! I wasn't sure if I was going to do another one after VFV, but I've always been fascinated by English history, so yeah.

Elizabeth I (1533—1603) of the House of Tudor was born to King Henry VIII and his second wife, Anne Boleyn. She was only two when her mother was executed on false charges and eventually became queen in 1558, after the deaths of her cousin Queen Jane (more commonly referred to as Lady Jane Grey) and later her half-siblings, King Edward VI and Queen Mary I. Famously referred to as the Virgin Queen, she never took a husband or paramour nor birthed any children. Edmund Spenser also called her Gloriana in his epic, The Fairie Queene.

[tickle-bugs]

Thank you so much for offering to write a fic for me for my exam! You are the absolute sweetest 🥺😭 I couldn’t think of another beetlejuice prompt, but if it’s not too much trouble, could I suggest a wicked prompt maybe? This is semi based off a true story! I’m a dancer, and we are working on a showcase. At the end I have to do like a flirty wave type thing and for the life of me I can not figure it out so my instructor said to wiggle my fingers like I’m tickling somebody. That gave me a prompt idea. Maybe Glinda is teaching Elphaba how to flirt with boys and teaching her to do a flirty wave and she tells Elphaba to wiggle her fingers like she is tickling someone. Elphaba can say something like “that’s hard to imagine. Why don’t I practice instead?” And then she tickles Glinda. Maybe if it’s not too much trouble Glinda can tickle Elphaba back after. Sorry for the long prompt. Anything Glinda and Elphaba would be perfect or anything Beetlejuice! I’d be happy to read any stories from you. Your stories bring me so much joy.

Good luck once again! Hope you enjoy this <3 This prompt was so cute and so was the story!!!

Strange Exhilaration

“Are you ready, my pupil, for your most important lesson yet?” Glinda twirls excitedly. 

“Are you going to throw more glitter at me?” Elphaba shakes some glitter out of her skirt. 

“Would you please cease the seriosity? It’s time for the art…of the goodbye.” Glinda flourishes and silver sparkles puff into the air around her. 

“The goodbye is the crème de la crème of flirtations. It cements you in the mind of a potential target.” Glinda paces, each of her gestures throwing a bit more shimmer into the air.

“Target?” Elphaba murmurs, curbing the urge to sneeze. 

“It’s about captivation, adoration, and, of course, exhilaration. Observe.” Glinda strikes a slinky, sultry pose against the wall, both casual and elegant at the same time. She turns, slowly, never breaking eye contact until the moment she strides away. 

“Wow.” Elphaba prays that Glinda doesn’t notice how breathless she suddenly is. 

“You try, Elphie.” Glinda pulls her up to her feet. Elphaba mutters to herself a little, observing the wall as if she were to scale it, rather than lean against it. 

At first, she just plants herself flat against the wall and stays there, like a startled animal. Then she starts to lean, slowly and with a horrifying amount of eye contact, as if she’s trying to snap her back in half. 

“Oookay. How about we start with something simple, like…a wave?” Glinda sweeps her away from the wall and gives her shoulders a squeeze. 

“You don’t have to patronize me. I’m terrible at this.” Elphaba sighs deeply. 

“The wave is the most important part. It’s the goodbye that keeps on giving. Now, show me what you’ve got.” Glinda nods firmly. Elphaba waves a bit awkwardly, but it is a human wave. She takes that as a win. 

“A side-to-side wave says ‘let’s be paramours who don’t…amour’. Try keeping your hand still and just moving your fingers.” Glinda tenderly adjusts Elphaba’s hand. Elphaba twitches her fingers as if she’s cramping. 

“Much better! This time, try to fully wiggle all of your fingers. Ooh! Like you’re tickling someone!” Glinda bounces on her toes with a blinding smile. 

“Like I’m what?” Elphaba squints. 

“Oh, Elphie.” Glinda takes her hands with gentle, well-meaning pity. 

“It’s not something I do.” 

“Yes, well…neither is fun, but we’re working on that.” Glinda pats Elphaba’s hands. 

“It’s hard to imagine.” Elphaba’s eyes glint with mischief. “Perhaps I should practice instead?”

“Excellent idea! Wait—“ Glinda narrows her eyes in suspicion, but it’s too late. Elphaba goes right for her ribs with a triumphant cackle. She squeals and keels over onto her bed in a pile of ruffles. 

“Y-You tricked—“

“I would never.” Elphaba deadpans, giving Glinda’s waist a squeeze. 

Glinda snorts. Elphaba grins wickedly.

“Elphaba, if you have even an ounce of mercy in your soul—“

Elphaba cuts off her theatrics with nibbling pinches, ones that make Glinda’s bubbly giggles bloom into full peals of sweet laughter. Glinda’s whole face scrunches as she tries to fight it, but another well-timed squeeze coaxes a second snort from her with ease. Glinda whines into her hands, fully folding into Elphaba’s side. 

“Galinda Upland snorts? This is priceless.” Elphaba snickers, releasing Glinda with a final poke. 

“No one will ever believe you.” Glinda wipes her eyes and fans her face. Elphaba chuckles and fans her too. 

“Now, I believe revenge is in order.” Glinda cracks her knuckles. 

“Hm?” Elphaba blinks, startled. 

“Oh, did you not hear? Let me assist.” Glinda primly clears her throat. Elphaba goes to bolt, but Glinda pulls her back and immediately acquaints her with the deadliness of acrylic nails. 

“I said, revenge is in order,” Glinda yells over Elphaba’s laughter, grinning brighter than the sun. Elphaba crunches into a ball but Glinda tsks at her, poking at the back of her ribs until she uncurls.  

“Take notes on this demonstration, Elphie. This is precisely how I want you to wave.” Glinda skitters her fingers over Elphaba’s stomach, nearly knocking their foreheads together. 

“Galinda! T-Tickles!” 

“That’s the point, silly.” Glinda laughs, hovering her fingers just above Elphaba’s knees—a death sentence. She yelps and grabs Glinda’s hands.

“Truce?” She gasps, still giggling, and laces their fingers together. 

“That can be arranged.” Glinda winks, fondly wiggling her thumb over Elphaba’s palm. Elphaba squeals and pulls away. 

“What was—“

“Nothing.” Elphaba stares at the floor. 

“You’re a terrible liar.” Glinda slowly pulls Elphaba’s hand into her lap. She scritches over the lines in her palms, gentle but vicious. Elphaba’s face burns dark green and she hides in her free hand. Frantic giggles leak out between her fingers. She kicks her feet and shivers. 

“I can’t believe your hands are tickly,” Glinda squeaks in sheer joy, skittering her nails across Elphaba’s palm. Elphaba makes an embarrassed little wailing noise and attempts to implode. 

Glinda finds an awful spot where the heel of her hand meets her wrist. With one finger, she unravels Elphaba at the seams. She shrieks and flops backwards on the bed, praying that it’ll swallow her whole. Instead, Glinda coos at her. Great. 

“If you keep this up—“ Glinda gestures to the mass of still-snickering Elphaba— “You’ll win any heart you desire.”

“Cruel and unusual,” Elphaba wheezes tiredly, blinking up at Glinda with a wobbly smile. Glinda unravels the last bits of Elphaba’s braid, letting her hair splay around her in a halo. 

“I mean it. You’re beautiful, Elphaba.” Glinda rests her palm on Elphaba’s stomach. She gives it a fond pat. 

“And you are…blonde.” Elphaba snickers preemptively, rocketed into giggles by Glinda’s well-practiced dramatic gasp. Those giggles mature when Glinda vibrates a claw into her stomach, delightfully wicked, and sends them tumbling into another round of familiar nonsense. 

“Maybe next time I should tickle you during lessons. Laugh once for yes and twice for no.”

“Glinda!” Elphaba grabs her wrist for something to hold onto. 

“Ga-linda. Clearly we have our work cut out for us.”

[ansburg]

lrb there was a similar problem in the writing of dragon age absolution. the writers spent so much of their time (that they had already spread thin by having such a large cast of side characters that didn't need individual character arcs in a six-episode season) developing the tevinters, rezaren specifically, because they had to define miriam's backstory, fears, and motivations through them. in doing so, they made their villains extremely interesting; rezaren, because he demonstrated nuanced evil, had moments of pathos in between engaging in ploys for power and control; and tassia, conflicted between duty, her love interest, and the moral quandary of supporting her paramour despite witnessing his corruption.

meanwhile the writers think it's powerful writing to depict miriam jumping past a dozen other elves screaming and running for their lives to land in front of the child she got boiled alive, JUST to say, "we save us." like wow. thanks for the quip. this makes so much sense btw.

[sabineelectricheart]

Cherry Blossom Morning

Summary: Rosalie wakes up after an important, and improper, first for an young woman. Her date is glad to have her at his home.

Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.

Words: 1700

Notes: I don’t remember when my first time on a bed was. I know it wasn’t on my first ever, nor my second... And perhaps not the third one either.

The daylight is filtered through the thin drapes on the little abandoned hovel that once served as the Sallow home. It is a bright springtime morning and the bustle at the street beneath is starting to pick up for the day.

Rosalie does not usually think of herself as the sort of person who would expose herself like that, given the small size of Feldcroft, but Sebastian and her had business to attend to and they would need more privacy than they were afforded at most places. Deek is bound to the school, she could not trust him to keep a secret, so the Room of Requirement was out. The dorms are shared, Vesters and Vernum had Fastidio to contend with and Sirona would not let indignity take place under her roof.

The Sallow residence was the best option. Fortunately, her aunts made sure to teach her a few techniques to secure those sorts of encounters, from discretionary spells to potions to avoid any undesirable outcome. All Beausoleil secrets she would eventually be teaching her nieces and daughters, as well.

A gentle hand brushes stray hair from your face as her eyes blearily blink open, squinting against the morning light until they adjust. His own eyes crease adorably at the corners with that warm, genuine smile that has only ever been for her.

He shifts closer to her on the bed and slides an arm around her waist as she stretches her back and shoulders. The sight only causes his smile to broaden.

"Morning, gorgeous.” He says softly, pulling her to his taller frame.

"Morning...” She mumbles, managing a sleepy but blissfully happy smile of her own.

The golden light from the nearby window positively glows in his thick locks of hair and across his fair skin. Charming freckles scatter across his shoulders, now accented by the occasional dark pink love-bite. He wears them well, she thinks with a grin, though she can still feel the distant sting of the marks he had gifted her in turn.

Her admiration is cut short when his hold at her waist tightens and he draws her into a slow and tender kiss. The softness of his lips still sets her heart thudding in her chest, though now they both fall into a natural rhythm, one practiced extensively the night prior.

Her hands rest on his chest, and Rosalie swears that she can feel the pounding of his heart matching hers. Sebastian barely parts from his paramour, his lips still brushing hers as he nuzzles her nose playfully with his own.

She gives a short laugh. "Wow. Do you spoil all of your lady friends like this, or am I just lucky?"

He scoffs at her words, his hand at her waist now trailing up her side and along her back, cradling her to him.

"Hardly. They do not often stay the night.” The bitterness in his tone melts into something almost bashful as he adds, "I was... Honestly relieved when you said that I could."

She rests her forehead against his, brushing her fingers along his jawline. "If you are always this sweet in the morning, I would not mind staying over with you again."

The young man nearly laughs. "Are you kidding me? You looked so cute sleeping there next to me that I was not sure my heart could take it. I would spoil you rotten for the chance to wake up to that again."

Sebastian kisses his date for the night before again, more deeply, his tongue flitting across her lips. With a contented sigh, she parts them for him. His hand is warm as it cradles her face, and he leans into the kiss until he is nearly turned her onto her back.

Soon enough, their bodies are pressed to one another, his torso strong and firm against Rosalie. His teeth nip gently at her lower lip, his hands wandering her curves with obvious hunger and adoration. Then, she feels the distinct heat of his cock stiffening against her thigh, pulsing as it gradually hardens.

She breaks from his kiss with a smirk. "Are you still not satisfied, even after last night?"

"I can never have enough of you, babe.” He says, the rasp in his voice surprising her, sending arousal plunging through her centre.

Biting at her lip, Rosalie suddenly urges Sebastian onto his back and sling a leg over him to straddle his hips. He gives a pleased groan, greedy hands running up her thighs while his eyes devour the sight of the woman he adores above him, wearing only the shirt he had leant her to sleep in.

Her hips grind her lower body against him, the wet lips of her pussy pressing along the stiff length of his cock. He whispers her name, his voice low and heavy with lust, and his body thrusts against she, rutting his thick cockhead against her clit. The stimulation forces a gasp from her, and she steadies herself with her hands on his abdomen.

"What was that before about spoiling me rotten?" She manages between hushed moans.

"Why do you not let me show you?" The black-haired boy replies.

He phrases it as a question, though he is already guiding her into position above him with a hand at her hip. It only takes him a moment to align himself with her entrance, his hand gripping her body tighter as he feels her soaking wet folds around him.

Then, very slowly, Sebastian begins to guide Rosalie down onto his cock, the head driving into her squeezing cunt inch by inch. Her face flushes, her lips parted in a silent sigh as her lover fills her. It is every bit as incredible as the prior evening; feeling his member gradually opening she around him, dragging against a thousand over-sensitive nerves. It has already set her legs trembling around him.

"Mmm... You are so tight, babe, and so nice and wet for me..." He groans.

Both of his hands now firmly at her hips, groping plump flesh as he begins to thrust into her. It takes her a moment to regain her senses enough to coordinate with his movements.

Truly, his expertise is more than enough to send ripples of pleasure through the witch with each buck of his hips. He knows exactly the right angles, the right pace, starting her slow yet gradually pushing deeper, quicker, until she finally manages to catch up and match his rhythm. By then, she is already gasping his name, letting out moans and whimpers shamelessly into the bedroom, knowing how he loves to hear those sounds of bliss.

One hand moves to the front of her shirt, where he somehow undoes the single button holding it closed, all in the while never once easing those expert thrusts into her drooling pussy. Then, that hand wanders around her waist, pulling her down to him.

"C'mere, you.” He murmurs, drawing her into a deep, erotic kiss.

Rosalie feels that she can barely keep up. His tongue teases hers, his hands squeeze and caress her all over, and his cock… Goodness, his cock pistons into her at that steady, luxurious pace, filling her again and again until her head starts to spin. The pleasure is maddening, and without a single thought, her body moves of its own accord, forcing herself down onto his throbbing length and grinding it deep within her.

"Sebastian! Fu-Fuck, I'm…!"

"That's right, babe, cum for me, I've got you.” He groans, his voice hoarse as he holds her close.

The tension and heat suddenly burst at her core, her pussy clinging desperately around his manhood, coating him with her overflowing arousal. A potent shiver runs up her spine, and Sebastian urges her through her orgasm all the while his member pulses inside, massaging her inner walls. She takes a shaky breath as the aftershocks work through her, trembling in his arms.

"Merlin, Rosalie.” The overwrought wizard whispers against her ear. Without warning, his cock drives into her once, then again, and he is quickly panting along with his date. "Watching you cum like that just for me... It is too damn hot!"

"It is because you spoil me, Sebastian." She says softly, cradling his face even as he fucks into her, so near to his own release. "And because I... I adore you.”

Rosalie half-moans, feeling his grip tighten at her hips. With the final worshipful sigh of her name, Sebastian buries his cock into her once more, the full length of it flexing within her as he pours his cum deep inside.

The swelling sensation stretches her almost painfully, but the thrill is far more potent. She clings to his lean body as his muscles tense with each wave of his orgasm, nuzzling his neck until he is spent. After these long moments of mindless pleasure, she feels him relax onto the bed all at once, panting as he comes down from the high of his climax.

Still breathless, he runs a hand along her cheek, meeting her eyes with something strangely heavy in his gaze.

"I love she.” He says at last.

Her face burns almost as hot as the rest of her, and for a moment, she is forced to look away.

"You are seriously going to say that with your cock still inside of me?" She asks, sarcastically.

He laughs, and gently nudges the young woman back to face him.

"I could've said it while we were fucking. Nearly did, actually. Last night, too.” His affectionate smile melts right through her pretend-pout, and he adds, "I would have meant it then, too, of course, but it seemed better to wait. I love you, Rosalie, I really do. Do not go around thinking this is about anything else."

'I… Well, I...” She stammers, but eventually manages, "I love you too, obviously. But we, uh, we should clean up."

At long last, Sebastian acquiesces, easing his member from Rosalie and guiding her down onto the bed beside him, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep before they head back to the castle.

He kisses her forehead gently. "Sure, sure. Just figured I'd convince you to stay another night, first."

[one-strugling-bean]

OFMD Random Commentary (Ep 4)

I like that you can see that they are both extremely uncomfortable at the wedding

Oh of course he was a father that played with his kids...

Ah yes, very kind of BB to watch over Stede as he sleeps

Not Lucius beating on the ship's handrail with a tiny hammer and the biggest bitch pose in the world

"Izzy, Izzy, come, they've got a bird guy!" Why is he precious

Oh, but Mary is actually trying and putting effort into their marriage, nouuu that makes it even harder for me to like Stedeeeee

The painting is honestly quite pretty too

Yeah, this is not a relationship I can take sides in...

Okay, he's Edward then

And he's got anger issues alright

He's looking at Stede so tenderly, my god

My boy Lucius really came in at a bad time

Stede would wear a hat to bed

Mary really tried for them... I really do feel bad for her...

Wow that hellish dream sequence was super scary ngl

Ed. Ed is nice, I like Ed

"Fuck off!" "Fucking mental..." Ed is me right now

Also, of course, Stede would build secret passages into his ship for fun

Omg, I get why she's annoyed, but the crew's questions keep getting dumber and it's honestly a little bit funny

So, one feels trapped in the aristocratic life and the other feels trapped in the pirate life - what a match

"You're a fucking lunatic and I like it" I get what he means I think, I also fell for Stede's lunacy in ep 1

I will say tho, I won't be surprised if this ship goes up in flames by the end of the season. They've been hinting at it so much

Omg, they switched clothes, this is amazing. They are so silly I love them both now, it's official

Not Ed playing with the wavy sleeves - I would do it too

Hmmm but Ed is a ticking bomb waiting to explode isn't he

Lucius with the countdown..... that was very good

Damn, so Ed really is a genius sailor

I feel like we might see more of this lighthouse metaphor

He brought them breakfast.... that is genuinely such a sweet thing. Stede just won a few more points with me

Bringing more marmalade instead of gunpowder, I love him

Ed is playing double trucies..... I know he'll regret it eventually, but still, that's meanie

Or maybe not?

Yeah, Ed is very much playing for his own side here. Just can't tell which one that is, yet

Okay, it's time for predictions. I honestly have no clue where this story is going but I'm gonna take a couple guesses anyway.

Stede will eventually find out Ed planned on betraying him and he'll be sad.

Stede's crew will at some point have to choose between sticking with their captain (aka staying loyal) or betraying him - honestly not sure what they would choose.

The Revenge will catch fire, and it'll start in the library.

This season won't end happily. And probably it'll end on a cliffhanger.

Stede might go back to his family by the end of the season. Something along the lines of "You go back to your old life and we'll spare your crew and paramour (Ed)"

Ed will have a rage outburst in front of Stede and depending on how seriously it's treated, it'll push Stede away.

Izzy will fuck things up on purpose thinking he's doing the right thing.

Aaaand that's about it I think. I can already feel my future self laughing at my idiocy from beyond the veil of time, but we'll see how wrong I am when I get there.

For now, let's keep watching :>

[thedragonagelesbian]

Does Wyll learn ranger skills from Cyrus? When does Wyll start taking an interest?

What’s their relationship like post dance? How do they act with each other in camp? Around the others?

Romanced Cyrus banter????

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1) Yes, Wyll is keen to pick up on some of Cyrus' survivalist, tracking, and hunting skills. Not all devils leave a clear trail of fire behind them, after all, and while Cyrus isn't exactly a 'sneak in the shadows' type ranger, his efficacy and resiliency in combat are things Wyll admires and studies. And while we're not there yet, Cyrus will be giving him some paladin pointers in Act 3 too :)

Also on their next level up Wyll is going to grab silence and Cyrus is going to swap silence out for lesser restoration. There aren't a ton of ranger/bard spell list overlap, but those are both on it, and it's fun to imagine Cyrus teaching him the spell.

2) As soon as Wyll figures out he's a ranger, I think there's a part of him that goes 👀, but the real interest comes when they first meet Raphael. Seeing how collected and poised Cyrus is when dealing with a devil is impressive enough. When Wyll comes to Cyrus' tent that evening with his whole neat banshee anecdote & life lesson prepared, Cyrus is... not really sure how to respond, and eventually settles on 'I appreciate the concern & the effort but I'm fine??? You don't need to do this for me.' For Cyrus, it's coming from a place of wounded self-sufficiency, but for Wyll, it's the first moment of being told he doesn't have to be the BladeTM. Especially since this was the long rest after Mizora transformed him (iirc), not having to perform or put on a brave face is an unexpected relief.

3) They both know that their duty & obligation to stopping the Cult of the Absolute has to come first. Not much has changed about their behavior on the field (except the fact that Wyll basically only uses his bardic inspiration for Cyrus...), and they're pretty reserved about the relationship around others. A knuckle kiss here, a formal address there, Cyrus is still nervous enough about the whole 'being with someone again' thing to want to keep it relatively private.

That said, as soon as they're alone in camp, they're all over each other. They're effectively sharing a tent at this point & sleep/trance in each other's arms, and there's really no hiding the matching rings or the soft protective glow of the bond that sheathes them.

Also while not in the question, I think the entire rest of the party has assumed that they've been together since the tiefling party asfoijasdpf. From the moment they met Wyll, everyone clocked the fact that Cyrus is just. Not nearly as much of a prickly defensive ass around Wyll compared with everyone else (leading to a great line from Karlach where she's like "wow you're an asshole but hey, if i won over the blade of frontiers, i'm sure i'll befriend you too"). So it doesn't really seem like anything has changed post-dance, except that Cyrus starts being more outgoing with everyone, not just Wyll & Lae'zel.

5) fake banter machine goes brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Lae'zel: Wyll. I hear things are progressing nicely with your new paramour.

Wyll: Yes! Cyrus and I have found considerable solace in each other.

Lae'zel: Then you are both owed my congratulations.

Wyll: That is unexpectedly sweet of you, Lae'zel. Thank you.

Lae'zel: But be forewarned: if you break his heart, I will be waiting for you the next dawn.

Wyll: Wait--

Lae'zel: The duel will be to first blood--

Wyll: What?

Lae'zel: Or to the death, should Cyrus request it.

Cyrus: I will not be requesting it, or any other duel of any kind.

--

Gale: You know, Cyrus, I hardly mean to poke my nose into the amorous dabblings of others, but I cannot help but notice that our present surroundings are rather lacking in romantic decorum, so if you do wish to outsource some celebratory preparations, I would be pleased as punch to lend some magic to your anniversary.

Cyrus: My... my what?

Gale: Well, unless my calendar has failed me--and it is hard to tell the passing of days in this darkness--tomorrow marks one month past our triumph over the goblins and our subsequent fireside revelry.

Cyrus: Does it? I hadn't been keeping track.

Gale: Oh... Is it Wyll who is planning something, then?

Cyrus: Planning what?!

Gale: Or is it not customary for elves to celebrate one-month anniversaries?

Cyrus: ...Wyll and I have only been together for a week.

Gale: ...Are you certain?

[rwac96]

x-over AU Winter Reaper. Winter and Ragna are training together and Rachel has shown up and is doing her usual “mock and insult Ragna for the lolz” routine and Winter, to the surprise of everyone, stands up for Ragna and rips into Rachel.

Aramasa sliced through the ice flesh of the Beowulf summons created by Winter Schnee. The silver-haired man takes a deep breath, beads of sweat rolling down his flesh. Ragna the Bloodedge stands up straight, standing in front of the Ace Ops Specialist; who's own hair had some locks out of place. Training between the pair was beneficial, as it was to see how each of them progressed in skills and abilities. The oldest Schnee child smiles, pointing one of her swords at the Grim Reaper, and her summons charged toward the man in red & black.

"Look at 'em go!!" Nora exclaims, watching Ragna cut down the Summons with each swing of Aramasa. "Those two certainly learned a thing a two!"

"Admittedly," Weiss said, shrugging her shoulders, "there's certainly an improvement. I had difficulty fighting her Summons."

"It seems someone taught the mongrel new tricks," another feminine, well-mannered, yet arrogant voice said.

A young, blonde girl with two tied pigtails stood in between Ragna and Winter. Dressed in Gothic Lolita fashion, she appeared to be a girl 12 years old, but her demeanor gives off an aura of someone far older than she looks. Rachel Alucard didn't mind the confused exclamations and questioning, her focus on Ragna and Winter. The wielder of Aramasa and the Azure Grimoire lets a small groan escape his lips, annoyed at the vampire's sudden appearance. The older Schnee girl stared in confusion, as she knew of the peculiar being thanks to Ragna and Team RWBY.

"Rabbit," Ragna said bluntly, giving her an annoyed glare.

"Of course, you would address me as such, you uncouth cur," the red-eyed girl replied with a sneer, "it seems your new paramour didn't change that attitude of yours."

"Did you seriously come here to shit-talk me?" The swordsman said with a light groan.

"Maybe I have," her lips curl into a small, coy smile. "Maybe I have not? Perhaps you're too focused on your own carnal desires to properly answer that question."

"That is enough!!" Winter Schnee shouts at the vampire, causing the girl in question to turn to the porcelain-skinned woman. Her black 'umbrella', transforms into a large cat.

"Oh, my," Nago said with raised brows, "and to think only the brute spoke to her majesty that way."

"Yeah," the small, round bat known as Gii agreed in acknowledgment. "maybe he's a bad influence on her."

"Shut up," Winter snapped to Rachel's pets, "you damned stuffed toys."

"Why I never," Rachel marched towards the white-haired woman, pouting toward her. "you have some nerve to talk to me in such a manner--."

"Because someone should," Winter replied, which made the vampire raise her brows in surprise. "you are nothing but a snobbish, self-interested, spoiled little girl. Interfering in the affairs of humanity out of self-satisfaction. Ragna did everything in his strength to get where he is now!" Her blue eyes glared daggers toward the shocked vampire, as was everyone in the training area.

"Holy shit," Yang mouthed, "she's givin' her the business."

"The only time Winter did this," Weiss spoke, "was the day she left home, her argument with father." She runs her gloved fingers through her white locks of hair, recalling that fateful day from years ago.

"All you've done is berate him as you made him do your dirty work," Winter continued on, "The only reason he hasn't washed his hands of you is that he has empathy for you, for Brothers' reason is beyond me."

"My, oh my," Nago tilts his head at the exchange, expecting to hear a snippy, snobbish reply from their master. But, there was stunned silence on Rachel's face. "this is a rare occurrence."

"Wow," Gii blinks, "it seems she made the princess speechless--GAH!!" The red bat was smacked down onto the floor, courtesy of a fuming Rachel.

"Is that what you see of me," the blonde vampire said, transforming Nago back into an umbrella with a snap of her fingers, "then I shall take my leave." Then, a black portal appears, though Rachel gazed at Ragna. "Very well then, Ragna, I shall leave you and Specialist Schnee to your...tryst/relationship."