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maplebellsmods · 11 months

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Here are the two new updates for the Senior trip and Expanded Storytelling Rel Bits mod.

Senior Trip

Mod's official post page for more info

The senior trip experience is now more detailed. Instead of your Sim voting and immediately going to the senior location, they will have to go through a few additional steps.

Sim World Names

Furthermore, I have added the option to go on the trip with Sims from existing worlds in the game, rather than worlds that do not "exist" in the game. You can choose which file you want to download.

Pre-Senior Trip Meeting

The new features that I have added, Pre-Senior Trip Meetings, are meant to enhance the immersive experience. Your sim will be more actively involved in making the Senior Trip happen.

Before going on the trip, your sim will need to attend three senior trip meetings. I designed this to be flexible, allowing players with shorter lifespans to time the meetings as they prefer. For example, if someone has Seasons installed, they could attend meetings weekly, corresponding to the seasons (summer, fall, winter), and then go on the trip in spring. This is just one example of how you can use the mod.

After the first senior trip meeting, your sim will need to vote on a location. If you've used this mod before, you're familiar with the process. You will vote, and a few hours later, you will receive a notification about the chosen location.

After the first meeting, you will be able to attend your second one. During the second meeting, you will vote on the fundraiser that your sim and their peers will be organizing. Your sim will leave the meeting, and a few hours later, they will receive a notification.

Wait until you receive a call from the student. You will notice that there will still be the option to go to the 2nd meeting, ignore it though. Once you receive the you will immediately be able to attend the fundraiser, but be careful, it may flop.

Fundraisers

Once you receive a call about the fundraiser, you have a few options. For Movie Night and Game Night, you can purchase games, which will greatly contribute to the success of the fundraiser.

Additionally, you can make a post about the fundraiser. If you have enough followers or a high enough charisma level, your post may go viral, significantly boosting the fundraiser's success.

If your class chose the bake sale, you can even bake goods and bring them to the event. It will bring joy to everyone, and if your baked goods are excellent, the chances of a successful bake sale will be much higher.

(After you finish baking the food all you have to do is put it in your inventory before going to the fundraiser)

Final Step

After the fundraiser, your sim will be able to go on their final pre-senior trip meeting. This meeting is just a debrief of how the fundraiser went. After the meeting, you will be able to go on the senior trip.

The next steps are covered in my official senior trip post, but it's pretty straightforward.

Milestone

Finally, if you have Growing Together your teen sim will now get a milestone after they come back from the trip

Expanded Storytelling Rel Bits

Mod's official post page for more info

I have made updates that will make this mod feel a bit more immersive. I have also fixed the llama icon that would show up instead of the actual photos.

Milestones (Optional, Growing Together Required)

If you have Growing Together you should keep the optional milestone package files. Once you set relationship bits a milestone will be unlocked in relation to the relationship bit.

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Break-Up Removes Some Relationship Bits

Now if your sims break up some of the relationship bits will now be removed.

Here are the ones that will be removed if your sims do have these relationship bits:

Long Distance Relationship

Star Crossed Lovers

Flirty Friends

Romantic Wanderers

Puppy Love

Contextual buffs after certain interactions

Depending on certain interaction and relationship bit status your sims may get contextual buffs.

For example here a some buffs that your sims may get after getting into a relationship:

Relationships bit context buffs showed in the photo above left to right (High School Sweethearts, Flirty Friends, Childhood Sweethearts, Puppy Love)

Buffs that your sim may receive after getting engaged:

Note: The "(From New Relationship)" text is a placeholder. I kept it there solely for the purpose of the buff photos, but each text in-game will correspond to the appropriate situation

Relationships bit context buffs showed in the photo above left to right (Childhood Sweethearts, Adventure Partners, Romantic Wanders, Long-Distance Relationship, Star-Crossed Lovers, Summer Romance)

Buffs that your sim may receive after woohooing:

Note: The "(From New Relationship)" text is a placeholder. I kept it there solely for the purpose of the buff photos, but each text in-game will correspond to the appropriate situation

Relationships bit context buffs showed in the photo above left to right (Flirty Friends, Love-Hate Relationship, Flirty Friends x2, Love-Hate Relationship, Long-Distance Relationship, x2)

Buffs that your sim may receive after breaking up:

Note: The "(From New Relationship)" text is a placeholder. I kept it there solely for the purpose of the buff photos, but each text in-game will correspond to the appropriate situation

Relationships bit context buffs showed in the photo above left to right (Puppy Love, Long-Distance Relationship, Star-Crossed Lovers, Love-Hate Relationship)

Set Relationship Bits using the Relationship Panel

You can now set the relationship bits using the relationship panel. It will still be in the same location, but now the sim does not have to be present for you to be able to set the bits.

Public August 5th

Download Here

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simminginstars · 5 months

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Updated: How I edit my sims 4 screenshots (night-time edition)

A more detailed editing tut so you can understand my process as it may help you, i edited this relatively quickly and usually spend about 1-2hrs editing something...so let's goo.....

Before taking screenshots:

Help yourself as much as you can in-game, I always make sure there is some sort of light source in my pictures or something interesting that I can add to enhance something already there

Understand good/bad composition and add variety by using different angles

I take LOTS of photos just to end up with 1 or 2 good ones

I'll just be using photoshop for this, but i also like to use the procreate app as i'm more confident w it.

step1: I check if there are any major glitches or hard areas e.g, fingers elbows etc.. that have sharp points and pull them in liquify so they are smooth. Then use curves to change the contrast.

step2: *duplicates image* using the dodge and burn tools (keyboard shortcut: o ) i'll add emphasis to highlights and shadows (be careful with these as the dodge tool can ruin the image if used in excess) *merges image* (i duplicate and merge as i go, utilise using lots of layers so you can go back if you mess up/ want to change the opacity of an effect.)

step3: making light sources POP. *new layer* change blending mode to overlay or soft light and choose a colour you like.

step4: *new layer* draw hair strands. i just use a basic round brush in photoshop and change the hardness or i'll use a sharp caligraphy type brush depending on my sims hair type. (i try not to overdo it as i like maxis hair and don't want it to look too realistic)

step5: i would then add a new layer and set the blending mode to multiply to add more shadows, but i don't feel like i need to at this point.

step6: *duplicates image* go to filter > camera raw filter, i change the "light" and "curve" panels, i like green tints in my screenshots especially the night ones. (this is where all the magic happens really so just adjust all the channels to your liking, lightroom is also really good to use)

step7: *create new layer* blending mode: screen or linear dodge (add) / makeup and finishing touches! - for this look i'll get stars and glitter pngs off google or unsplash same for the smoke, though if i'm using procreate they have free brushes for that :')

step8: add light leaks as they add some fun dynamic lighting and textures to your screenshots. (i also flip my image horizantally [image > image rotation > flip canvas horizontally] whilst editing as it's like a "fresh pair of eyes" when you've been editing for a while so you can see what looks off)

final step: merge all the layers (though i do merge along the way once i'm happy with something) go to filter > sharpen > smart sharpen. I leave it as the default setting.

extra step if u want: for party pics i might add chromic abberation here is a 60 second tutorial on youtube it makes the pic look cool and trippy.

And you're done!! congrats on surviving. if you have any questions please send them in my ask box so others can see and get help too.

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ilycorisradiata · 2 years

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Scaramouche Part 2 👀

his report pt. 2

ಌ his report: scaramouche x male!reader

ಌ theme: he'd warned you about doing it in the office next, but you didn't think he had meant it so soon

ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, amab reader, dom!scara, office sex, masturbation, oral (scara receiving), exhibitionism(is that the word? 6am brain go poop !), sex up against a meeting room window hehe, some degrading names said by scara, a certain ginger catches you maybe sorta, solo edited + solo read, cross-posted on ao3

ಌ wc: 2.1k

ಌ notes: [link to part 1] hi anon !! ask and you shall receive >:) this one is longer than pt. 1 since it originally was just a drabble (i got a bit carried away...) hope you enjoy ! (sorry... only one update this weekend, will post more fics soon)

“That concludes this meeting. Please send me those documents once you are finished with the processing, and I’ll get them approved right away.” All colleagues in the room stand from their seats, including you, gathering everything to leave your boss to his devices in the meeting room. Scaramouche made his way to the main desk, his desk, in the meeting room. Just as you were about to leave, he stops you.

“Ah, Y/N, stay here. I want a word with you.” Stopping in your tracks, sweat trickling down the back of your neck, shutting the door behind your colleagues with a click. He’s quick to be behind you, pulling you away from the door by your wrist and bringing you back over to the meeting table.

He didn’t speak to you in this moment, and it made you more nervous than before. A bubbling panic. What could have possibly ticked him off in the meeting, or anywhere for that matter? He spoke eloquently during the meeting, not a single thing to announce he was annoyed or upset with the outcome. His words had flown smoothly, well-spoken.

“A-ah, Scara– I mean, Boss, what did you need from me?”

“Strip.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear me? Strip. Now.”

Looking at him; his face forming a dangerous look, and the glow in his eyes almost light up the room slightly. It was a different look. Never having seen this before, especially at your workplace, you couldn’t question him. He had an authority over you, in more ways than one and it would be wrong to disobey him now. You, of course, wanted this just as much as he did. It only surprised you because it was so soon… So, you strip. Every last piece of your work uniform is in a pile on the floor, and you hadn’t even heard the fact that Scaramouche had actually locked the door to the meeting room before walking slowly back toward you. You were too embarrassed to remove every article from your body… So, you stood embarrassed in nothing but your boxers. He stares you down, noticing your hesitation to remove everything

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” A scowl adorned his face, arms folded over his chest and a finger taps impatiently on his clothed bicep. Slipping your thumbs under the waistband, you pull them down slowly. Your heart was hammering in your ribcage, that fear of someone walking in with you completely in the nude, at work, with your boss in front of you… What would they even think of this situation? A hand flies to your jaw, holding your face up with some force so you would finally look at him, and you could do nothing but stare back in awe. You wanted to curse yourself for finding that arousing, cock twitching to life. Previous anxious thoughts were out of the window… And all you could concentrate on was your boss in front of you. Letting go of your jaw, he steps closer to you and breathes down your neck, into your ear.

“I want you to prepare yourself in front of me. Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not there, hmm?” He steps back, enough to give you some room. His instructions were absolute, and you weren’t risking the fact of getting embarrassed in front of your colleagues. Squatting down, you spit into your hand and palm away at your half erect cock. You hear him blow a long and low whistle, stepping back to watch every expression you pull on your face. Hot. Everywhere felt hot. You couldn’t tell if it was from shyness, or if it was because his eyes were burning holes into your face, your body. With the other hand you suck on two fingers, and you look up, hoping to entice him. He looks at you, unbothered. No matter the number of little moans around your fingers had given you the reaction you had thought for, and he was glaring at you. Releasing both fingers, you circle your hole. Plunging one in, you whimper, wishing it was his instead of your own. To be honest, it wasn’t even embarrassing to admit to yourself anymore… That the only way to get off was with the image of your boss.

“Hah… You’re thinking of me, aren’t you? Fucking pervert.” Looking up at him through foggy eyes, you couldn’t actually tell if he was enjoying the display and he continued to keep a bored expression on. He shuffles toward you again, looking at you with expectant eyes and you knew what he wanted. Continuing to work yourself up, you nudge your nose against his groin. You hadn’t even realised he was sporting an erection… Too busy with your own thoughts, clearly. He chuffs through his nose, pleased that you were finally getting the gist when you nudged your way to his zipper and pulled it down with your teeth. He had sighed, but you were too busy with trying to please him, and yourself, of course.

You kissed and licked the fabric, paying special attention to the groan that you managed to pull from his throat. He pulled it out, tapping it on your lips to get you to do your work, and you did just that. Running your tongue up and down his shaft like it was the best dessert you’d ever had, sucking and licking the head. Spit and precum bubbled at the corners of your mouth when you took him in, tongue flat against the underside whilst slowly sinking halfway and then pulling yourself back up fully, planting a small kiss to the head. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you see that strange glint in his eye again. Frightening. Nothing indicated if he was actually enjoying this, and you started to doubt yourself. Surely, he was… Right? I mean he’s hard, so you were doing something right… You went to take him in again, but he hated how slow you were taking things, so he thrusted forward harshly. Gagging around him, tears threatening to spill at any moment as he did it again and again, your hand that previously held your front flying up to grab onto his trousers. Trying to find balance again, opening yourself up diligently below for him despite feeling like you could topple over at any moment. The noises coming from you were a delight to him, watching as you try to suck any drool that tries to escape. Scaramouche starts fumbling slightly, slowing his onslaught in your mouth. He removes a shoe of his with his other foot, but because you couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, you were in for a surprise. He pressed his foot against your cock, thrusting it harshly upwards with your own precum spreading everywhere.

“That’s it… There you go. You’ve learnt well, slut.” Pulling out of your mouth and dragging you to your feet, he tells you to stand in front of the glass and you immediately hesitate. If you stood any closer to the glass, you were sure someone would see you. You stand still. Unmoving. This ticks Scaramouche off, and he storms to the desk, throwing open a drawer and taking a bottle out from it. He’s quick to come back, other shoe kicked off, bottle in his pocket, and he grabs the back of your neck to press you up against the glass. Coating his fingers in the bottle’s liquid, he’s quick to plunge them into you, making sure you had properly worked yourself open. He pulled them out just as quickly as he had put them in, lining himself up.

“I told you I would do this, but I bet you didn’t think it would be so soon… Especially since this meeting had something to do with your report for me, huh?” He’s agonisingly slow, pushing into you as if he had the entire time in the world to do so. Hissing into your neck when he finally bottomed out, he bit and licked everywhere around your neck, distracting you from him pulling all the way out.

“You better be quiet, or someone will walk past and see you pressed up against this glass… Wouldn’t want them seeing you from the hallway, bubbling out how much of a whore you are, considering you’re also doing it with someone in the meeting room everyone in this department was just in not too long ago...” That was the only warning he gave, quick to snap his hips back into you and relishing in the way you squeezed around him every time he pulled back out to the tip. You could hardly keep yourself together, mentally and physically. With the thought of being caught in this vulnerable position, and the fact your cock was rubbing deliciously against the glass windows. His hands were bruising themselves into your skin around your waist, pulling you into him in time with his thrusts. It was dizzying. He’d called you every vulgar name under the sun at this point, spooking you every now and again about someone walking past. Anyone could walk in, at least that was what you thought.

You could see into the hall, especially the backs of people working away in the distance as they did their work that he had requested. That was until someone had actually tried the door, and you reached behind you to grab onto Scaramouche for dear life. You were scared. If you were caught like this, it would be you who got into trouble… And not him. They knocked not once, but thrice. With no answer, and Scaramouche still pounding into you like the animal he was, the person outside definitely knew someone was in the meeting room. You watched as they came closer to the glass, two hands cupping around their eyes to try and peak into the glass window. One arm wraps itself around you to keep you balanced, whilst his other hand covers where the person’s eyes were. Letting out a cry when he rammed into you and the other person still trying to look in, you smack a hand over your mouth to muffle any moans that dare slip out. Not that it mattered, considering all that filled your ears were his heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“You tightened up when they looked in… Is it that exciting to have someone peak at us doing this at work? Maybe I should have done it in the hall, right in front of all of them.” His words were nothing but a whisper, as the person stepped away from the glass and walked down the hallway away from the meeting room. You couldn’t contain yourself much longer, and Scaramouche was very much at his limit as well.

“Make a mess then… I know you want to.” You were exactly on cue, almost trapping him inside you, splattering cum all other the glass. He tried to push himself even more impossibly further into you, releasing into you and grunting out indecipherable words. The only thing filling the room was now both of your breathing, but Scaramouche was always the first one to make a move in the end. He pulled you both away from the windows, pulling out of you momentarily before slamming you onto your back on his desk. A couple of knocks were heard on the glass, someone leaning their back against the pane. Shock filled your features, the colour orange the first thing you recognise with a slightly muffled voice that came shortly after.

“Scaramouche, I think you’ve used this room for long enough.” Recognising the voice, your neck snaps to look at the growing irritation spreading across Scaramouche’s features. He looks at you with dangerous eyes, as if it were your fault. He clicks his tongue, grabbing tissues to clean you up briefly before rushing to your uniform to help you dress. By the time you were dressed, and Scaramouche had cleaned up the mess you both made, he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the meeting room. You stumbled after him, struggling to keep up with his long, quick strides. It didn’t take long to end up in the parking lot, with him practically throwing you into the car. Childe having made an appearance, definitely knowing what you two had done in the meeting room, had ticked him off. Scaramouche was muttering a plethora of insults under his breath.

“That stupid fucking ginger prick…”

“He kinda had a point though… ‘zushi.”

“Mmh… But I wanted to soil that entire room with us. It was thrilling, no, probably much more than that.”

“No further words to describe it then?”

“I can describe it better with actions, I’m not satisfied with just that. I’m spoiling you when we’re home.”

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izloveshorses · 9 months

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we're almost to the halfway mark, so i thought i'd share another progress update on this little (big) project!! (previous update)

i've almost finished drawing half of all the assets (according to my spreadsheet) and then we can start assembling them into a "book." the bulk of the assets are characters/costumes, but i've also completed several props and started working on some backgrounds as well. I need to decide how the book will be laid out before i make much more progress on those, though. i've been trying to hold off on finishing the principal cast because i think saving them for ~dessert~ will keep me motivated to power through the rest, but i'm so anxious to get to them because i want to play with them in photoshop and put them on their associated backgrounds like little paper dolls 🙈 so that's why ballet tuxedo!dmitry doesn't exist yet, and why i've yet to color the rest of anya's act ii wardrobe.

anyway. progress in my workflow is hardly ever linear, but you can kind of see how i approach the rendering process from these images, i hope. the drawing carries the weight of the image so that step always takes the longest, since getting the likeness, the proportions, the folds, and the expressions right is the most important. if any of that looks off no skillful painting or rendering can save it.

and then i always color skin first because everything else (clothes, hair) goes on top of skin. you can see the color palette i'm using is the same for almost all of them, though act ii requires a few more saturated hues than act i (bright blue, some reds, and green every once in a while). coloring the rest in doesn't usually take very long. once the flats are down i go in for a final pass, laying down those patterns and textures that always give me a hard time lol. and then i clean up and recolor the line work and mark it as done! since i'm working digital i use alpha lock and clipping masks for that.

director's cut commentary of each image included (under the cut bc this post is already so long):

anya's act ii lineup. her phtk outfit is the only one i've marked complete (the linework on the others is still black and need just a few more touchups). I've yet to lay in the flats for the maroon travel coat because i think the drawing needs more work. i might change a few things on big red, maybe her expression, but i haven't decided yet.

dmitry's act ii lineup (sans tuxedo). he just needs a final pass on the first two on the left, and then his finale look is finished, because it's the same from act i :)

vlad's act ii lineup. he's almost done, just needs a final pass on the finale and phtk outfits.

lily's act ii lineup. i'm going to redo the pattern on her neva club dress (linda cho i love u but god) but otherwise she's all finished.

the dowager's act ii lineup. she's done! :) maybe i'll find something to pick at later but rn i'm marking her done lol.

petersburg citizens from rumor! i think these guys are all done. there are more people i could include, but there isn't enough variation on the costumes to make it worth it imo.

neva club patrons. the only two marked complete are the two on the left, sergei the doorman/the male server and count leopold. i still need to find a good reference for the female server lol.

the press! just the men for now lol. i used the obc program as a reference for this one, so i'll get the two ladies in soon :)

the hussies! i've marked it complete, but. we'll see if there's more adjustments i can make.

there's still more i've completed that's not pictured, but i'll definitely share more soon. act i is nearly finished entirely, which is cool, and the only big ensemble sheet i've yet to make much progress on is everyone in phtk. i may end up just drawing one or two people from that and then copying them with different patterns because, honestly, the shape of the dresses and suits are all very similar. hopefully that won't be boring to look at lol.

if there's anything in particular you'd like to see/have any questions, or even suggestions, lmk!! and follow my 'anastasia illustrated guide' tag for more updates :)

#anastasia broadway #anastasia #fan art #my art #iz draws #anastasia illustrated guide #long post #wip

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rustingcat · 8 months

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Twilight

They started working on the test immediately. Bringing both Brainy and Nia to draw blood, as Kara and Lena started loading materials and performing last minute check ups before their real full trial. Their preparations took longer than expected, both Lena and Kara had important day jobs to get back to after all. After work, they started testing the nourishment distribution system. Hopefully the main system they would need to update and temper with in the long run.

A problem with a delicate Foundation project called Lena away in the late evening. Kara insisted on continuing by herself as there was not much left to do, Lena agreed and promised she would come back as soon as she could. Lena ended up coming up to check on updates every time she had a minute before needing to go back to deal with another issue.

It was getting much later than Kara anticipated when she finished setting up the PF, checking the numbers twice before proceeding to the next stage. The excitement came back to her in full force when she faced the familiar UI once more.

Their first trial was about to begin, their first test to see if their machine was capable of creating life!

She happily pressed continue through the proceeding warning windows and activated the nourishment system. She watched in glee as one of the pods lit up, indicating its activity. A warm feeling spread in her chest as she felt her smile widening. That little thing would become a baby, a baby that would be so loved and cared for by everyone around them, they're gonna drown in it.

Kara wiped off a tear and checked the status of the PF, which should start its transformation into an active embryo pretty soon. The numbers seemed to be on par as expected as PF1 made its new home in pod number one, pretty fitting Kara smiled. It took her a second to realise her mistake.

Getting closer than necessary to read through the genetic data of the new embryo confirmed her suspicions. She accidentally processed her and Lena's genetic data. The baby being created belonged to her and Lena!

Kara took a step back in sheer shock, her eyes as wide as saucers locked on the screen.

"Hey Kara." She heard Lena's voice from behind her.

Kara turned quickly, moving her hands around frantically from the shot of anxiety that went through her system and swallowed hard while she did her best to look normal. She gave Lena her best reassuring smile, that might have showed a bit too much teeth. Luckily Lena was engrossed in her tablet, writing down whatever it was that needed her attention. Kara was grateful her mistake was yet to be discovered.

"How did it go?" Lena continued, finally looking up from her tablet to meet Kara's questionable gaze. "Did it process Nia's and Brainy's genetic data?" She asked, concerned. With the crisis she was dealing with she was probably desperate for some good news.

A small giggle left her lips as Kara swallowed hard. "All is fine." She lied, raising a thumb up to solidify her claim. She would be the first one to admit that her statement was not as convincing as she hoped it to be, but at least it wasn't 'I accidentally started a process to create a baby for us', which was honestly a win by itself.

Lena studied her for a second. "Are you ok?" She asked with concern.

"Yeah, yes. Definitely. Just… you know, excited. Yes, I'm just so excited." She nodded enthusiastically.

"If you run into any problems you–" whatever it was that Lena was about to say was cut short as the power for the entire building was suddenly cut off. The room was illuminated by the moon and the few computer screens that moved to work on the back up generator and the New Birthing Matrix that had its own personal power supply created specially for it.

"God dammit," Lena muttered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "I'm really sorry, I'll be right back." Lena stormed off the room and Kara selfishly wished she would exhaust all of her frustration on either her problematic project, or the people responsible to it so she wouldn't have the energy to be mad at Kara. Rao, she was terrible.

Breathing a small sigh of relief once she heard Lena entering a room a few floors down, Kara turned back to the machine.

Standing in the dark room, staring at the small pod illuminated almost exclusively by the twilight as the moon shined brightly through the opened window, Kara felt a shiver running down her spine.

Kara moved closer to the monitor, her fingers hovering over the termination button once again, only this time she would destroy something else, something more.

She saw them again, those flashes of small hands, chubby cheeks, and dimpled smile holding a small bundle of rags. A possible future. A future that had been haunting her dreams for months at this point. A possible future she suddenly desperately wanted to see to fruition.

Kara stepped back from the monitor to stand in front of the pod. She lay a hand on the protective glass, it was warmer than she anticipated. A small smile spread on her lips, knowing her hand was only inches away from their baby. She tasted something salty in her mouth only to realise she was crying. Rao, what a crazy day, a small chuckle escaped her lips as her tears became stronger. She was crying, she was standing in front of what she desperately hoped would become her first born child, a bizarre thought by itself.

Kara let herself have that moment, before drying her tears and turning back to the machine. She had still promised Nia and Brainy a child after all. It suddenly dawned on her, it would mean that their children could be born at around the same time! Give or take a few weeks, depending on the development of all the different species involved, but it would mean lots of conjoined birthday parties – if the kids wanted to of course – happy playtime together, and a chance to gain a true friend for life. Suddenly, this idea seemed like the perfect plan, she frankly wasn't sure why she hadn’t thought of it earlier.

Kara processed the second PF to pod number two, then lit up similarly to the first. They were already best friends, Kara smiled to herself, living next door to each other and all. "Be kind to your neighbour." She addressed her unborn child. And took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and turning back to the monitor.

She confirmed everything was okay with Nia and Brainy's data before letting herself sit down on the small couch in the corner of the room. In the dim twilight, Kara felt the dawn of a new era begin. Growing, in front of her eyes.

Kara wasn't sure how long she'd been staring at the pod before she fell asleep.

The morning sound that woke her up was not her usual alarm, nor was it the warm rays of the sun, but a loud voice that felt way too close to her face.

"Kara!" It rang in her ears, "Explain! Now!"

Read everything in order on AO3

Also, this whole fic was inspired by my little animation I did for last year's Supercorptober! This one right here

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #art #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #my art #my fic

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all-risejd · 1 year

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A New Judgment Chapter 8: Dreaming of You (Poly Judgment Day)

Sorry it took so long to post this I am in college and am working on my finals. Thank you for you patience with my updates.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Rhea quietly leaves the hotel room and enters the hall shaking her head at the ridiculousness she just heard. She steps across the hallway and uses the spare keycard and opens the door. She enters the room to see Damien lounging on the couch, Finn's legs draped across his lap and Dominik sitting on the edge of one of the beds staring at the floor.

"Dom Dom you idiot!" Rhea groans as she closes the door. Dominik looks up at her his eyes wide, the others eyeing him as well. "She still forgives you, she just needs to process that conversation." Rhea explains as she sits on the bed opposite Dom and rests her elbows on her knees, leaning forward and clasping her hands together.

"What did you tell her, Dom?" Finn asks and the three of them look at Dom expectantly. Rhea gestures for him to go ahead and explain and he does. Once he finishes everyone starts talking over each other.

"Jesus Dom, can you form coherent thoughts around her?" Rhea sarcastically asks.

Damien's voice however overshadows everyone, "That's worse than the explanation you gave us at Wrestlemania."

Dominik groans and flops onto his back on the bed. "I know, and it is my biggest regret."

"Wait and she understood that incoherent string of thoughts? And still forgives him and wants to move forward?" Finn asks and Rhea nods affirmatively.

Finn whistles impressed, "Dom, love, you are incredibly lucky. She is gracious enough to forgive and to consider all this." He gestures around them and continues, "Do try not to fuck up the progress you have somehow made with her for all our sakes..."

Rhea stretches before lounging back on her elbows on the bed and asks, "Luis what happened last night?"

"Well aside from Dom not opening doors for her," Damien glares at Dominik who holds his hands up in surrender. "She is very receptive to the thought of the dynamic and said she is willing for all of it, even being romantic with Dom again. She still loves you" He explains further and Dom sighs in relief.

"What else did she say?" Dom asks, encouraged by the last statement.

"She asked sexual questions and answered some in return. I think there is a strong chance she will join us after she gets to know us more. I made it clear she is to communicate if we make her uncomfortable, and that there will be a boundary discussion in the future. Oh, and she almost asked if you all would be ok if me and her fucked, asking about one on one time." This makes Dominik sit straight up and makes Finn and Rhea laugh.

"Wait, you said she almost asked?" Dominik asks for clarification.

"She was about to say 'me' but instead said 'Mami' like I wouldn't notice," Damien laughs.

"And how did you answer?" Finn prompts.

"The truth, it doesn't matter so long as we don't exclude each other all the time, we are all equals in an equal relationship." Damien explains to a chorus of "good".

"We are going to have to make sure she takes care of herself won't we?" Rhea asks, having a good idea of the answer.

"Yeah she focuses more on helping others than herself." Dom explains and the others nod along understanding.

"Dom, we need to talk about why she blames herself for you breaking up with her." Damien's announcement makes Dominik's head jerk in his direction.

"She What!" He yells only to be shushed by his partners.

"She feels like it is in part because she was unable to provide you with a lot of sex, because of the pandemic and her job as well as after you were rarely able to see eachother but once or twice a week." He explains maintaining eye contact with Dom who groans and is filled with even more guilt. The rest of them look at him sympathetically.

"Is that the truth Dom?" Finn asks only for Dominik to snap back at him.

Dominik was not normally harsh, but, "Of course not, I told you why I did it and I was a fucking idiot."

"Then you need to tell her that Dom, and soon or even if she joins us she will feel pressured and we don't want that." Rhea gently tells Dom as she joins him on the bed and pulls him into a hug, gently stroking the back of his head.

"I was so worried for her safety in 2020. She has done so much for me, to protect me and my career, that isn't, I can't believe, fuck!" He rambles and Rhea tries to comfort him.

"It's ok Dom Dom, she was in better spirits when I left the room. Hope is not lost love. That isn't your fault either." Rhea offers to comfort him.

"Yeah Dom, explain that first part to her. The pandemic was hard on all of us. Insecurities are bound to pop up; it is nothing we can't handle."

"Always the voice of reason. " Damien teases, gently squeezing Finn's calf that is still on his lap.

Rhea gives Dom a gentle kiss which helps calm him down, "Practice what you are going to say with me before I go wake her up." She suggests and he agrees.

He takes a minute to collect his thoughts. "Hey Nessa," He laughs at Rhea's attempt to mimic Nessas doe eyes, Damien and Finn laughing along. "Come on Mami be serious." Dom whines and Rhea laughs before agreeing and letting him try again. "Hey Nes, Damien said something about last night that I want to address and clear the air. Nes, I love you and I did not break up with you due to lack of sex or the distance between us because of the pandemic or our jobs. I told you it was because I was scared you were beginning to resent me and I felt bad about not being there for you and that is the truth. It is because I was scared and was a coward and didn't know how to talk to you. The lack of sex wasn't even a factor."

"Hmm it's clear and leaves no room for misunderstanding." Damien nods approvingly.

Rhea however, looks apprehensive. "I think you should also add that you never wanted or want her to feel pressured to have sex. And maybe reiterate how much of an absolute idiot you were." she nudges his shoulder.

"Yeah ok Dems I'll do that." He rolls his eyes. She gets off the bed and leans down to give Dom another kiss and walks over and does the same for Finn and Damien who gives her ass a slap as she walks away.

"It's unfair you have to room away from us now" Damien complains.

"I know, doll, Paul wants me to keep an eye on her and make sure she is ok. We will be rooming again soon hopefully" Rhea swats Damiens hand away playfully and adds on, "I'm going to wake Nes up, I'll come and get you when she is ready Dom." She calls out before closing the door behind her.

Rhea enters the room she shares with Nessa and sits on the edge of the bed where Nessa is sound asleep. She gently brushes the hair off of Nessas face and smiles as she scrunches up her face at the disturbance but doesn't wake up. "Nes wake up love, you gotta get ready for training..." Rhea gently shakes Nessa's shoulders who groans in response and cuddles closer into the covers.

"Five more minutes mom" She mumbles unaware of where or who she is with.

Rhea laughs, "Not mom but I will answer to Mami. Now get up!" Rhea rips the blanket off of Nessa who startles awake, sitting up and looking around. She sees Rhea there with the blanket in her hand laughing and plops back down onto the pillow she just vacated.

"Sorry Demi I'm just so tired" Nessa apologizes and yawns for emphasis.

"It's fine doll, just do me a favor and get ready for training so we can grab a quick bite beforehand. Oh and Dom Dom wants to talk to you before we go is that ok?"

Nessa rolls out of the bed and scratches her head, "Uh yeah, that's fine I guess. What is it about?" She asks while digging through her luggage for her gym gear.

"He feels there is something he needs to clear the air about." Rhea answers watching as Nessa trudges to the bathroom to change.

She comes out after a few minutes and gives Rhea her best puppy dog eyes, "Can you give me a hint what it's about?"

Rhea laughs and shakes her head, "Oh no Ojitos don't work on me nice try, they may work on Dom and Luis but not me," She shuts Nessa down who only pouts.

Rhea stands up off the bed and heads to the door, stopping in the doorway, "I'll go get Dom, we will be in the other room if you need us."

"Thank you Dems," Nessa calls out as Rhea disappears from view. Nessa starts pacing around the room trying to figure out what Dom could possibly want to talk about. She is pulled out of her thoughts by a knock on the doorframe. She stops in her tracks and looks to see Dominik as he is leaning against the door frame.

"Hey Nes, uh, Luis talked to us about last night and he brought up a concern I feel I need to talk to you about." He rubs the back of his neck waiting for permission to enter. Nessa sits on the bed and pats the spot next to her. Dominik walks in, Shoulders relaxed, folding in on himself to seem smaller and sits next to Nessa leaving at least a foot of space between them. Nessa scoots closer to him, wanting to comfort him as well as herself. She decides to break the awkward silence between them.

"I want to apologize for being distant after you explained everything this morning." She begins knowing her response earlier in the car made him feel even worse.

Dom's eyes widen and he starts waving his hands like he is trying to stop that train of thought. "No, No, No, Nes Don't apologize for how you feel and what you need to do to process those emotions. Nessa You are allowed to react and feel and process how you need to." Dom wraps his arm around her shoulders and leans his head against hers.

"Look Mi.." He sighs and continues correcting himself, "Look Nes, Luis said that you think at least somewhat that the reason or a reason I broke up with you is because we couldn't have sex a lot, from 2020 to traveling again and you felt, feel possibly that it is your fault." He starts, what he rehearsed going out the window. He feels her shrugs and he uses his free hand to grab hers closest to his body and he continues.

"Because that was not and will never be a factor. I was so afraid for your life these last few years and even the thought of sex was an afterthought. I did what I did out of fear as I explained this morning. You have always been and will be enough. I was, am and will be happy with whatever you are willing to give, we will all be. So hermosa, don't ever blame yourself for my own stupidity. And if that is not clear enough I did not break up with you because of lack of sex." He kisses her temple happy that she doesn't pull away.

He takes in a sharp breath and groans, "Fuck thats not how I practiced it!"Nessa surprises him by pivoting and throwing her arms around his waist and burying her face into his shoulder, taking in his familiar and comforting scent.

"Thanks Dom. Just, thanks." She mutters into his chest.

He physically relaxes and places his hand gently on the back of her head and plays with her hair like he used to.

The little moment of peace is interrupted by Finn poking his head in the open door his hand "covering" his eyes, his fingers spread so he can look through them.

"Oi love birds the rest of us don't want to get fined again so lets go" He fully steps in the room and takes his hand off his face and laughs at the confused look Nessa is giving him.

"Come on Nes" Dom stands up and offers his hand to help her up. She gently takes it and stands up herself ignoring the snickering coming from the doorway.

"Yeah let me just grab my gym bag." Nessa looks around the room trying to find it.

"Is it this love?" Comes Finns voice teasing as he holds it up in his hands.

Nessa steps towards him holding out her hand reminescent of the night before with Damien.

"Thank you Finn, I can carry my own bag." She cocks her head expectantly waiting for him to hand it over. He only laughs and slings it over his shoulder walking into the hallway. Nessa groans frustrated at how stubborn the men are that she is finding herself drawn to. She crosses her arms and stomps into the hallway grumbling to herself and almost walks straight into Rhea.

"Whats wrong now" Rhea asks throwing her arm around Nessas shoulder and walking with her.

"Just stubborn men not letting me carry any of my bags." Nessa complains nudging Rhea.

"You carry your purse, so you do get to carry one of your bags." Damien calls out over his shoulder where both his and Rheas bag are slung over his shoulder.

"Thats only because you macho men don't want to be seen carrying a purse." Nessa shoots back and sticks out her tongue.

"Bet" Is all she hears before her purse is pulled out of her hand and slid up Finns forearm.

He begins to strut ahead of them and out the door, the car keys in his other hand. Nessa sees an opportunity as Damien and Dominik are discussing something and not paying attention to her and she bolts out from under Rheas arm once Finn is at the car and flings open the car door plopping into the passenger seat victorious and doing a happy dance.

Dom gets in the car first in the back seat taking the middle between Rhea and Damien who gets in last and closes the door before leaning forward, his head between Finn and Nessa.

"Enjoy that because that is the last time you beat me to the car princess" He growls before plopping back and fastening his seatbelt.

Nessas puts her hand towards the backseat only for Rhea to slap it like a high five.

"Dom phone please, I liked that playlist from earlier and I want to listen to it again." Nessa asks, no room for denial in her tone as she does the give it here motion. He hands his phone over right away.

"What playlist, Finn is driving so he picks the music thats the rule." Damien asks confused.

"She is a passenger princess she makes the rules." Dom shrugs just happy Nessa isn't upset or giving him the cold shoulder anymore.

"We can allow it this time" Rhea speaks up with a tone of finality.

"Yeah and sometimes it isn't the driver picking, you are just scared of what she is going to pick babe" Dom elbows Damien who grunts in annoyance being squeezed against the door.

Nessa unlocks Doms phone, surprised he never changed the passcode and opens his spotify and is floored by the name of the most recent playlist. "Memories of Ness <3". She glances back at him, a blush creeping up both of their cheeks. She links the phone and clicks play, the first song gaining a sigh of relief from the people in the back.

"Thank god its something reasonable, Black Veil Brides Rhea praises." Nessa leaves it on, smirking to herself seeing the next song on the playlist. She locks the phone and places it in the center console, Damien bemoaning the choice of band. Nessa doesn't see, but she hears a smack assuming Rhea thumped his thigh for complaining about one of her favorite bands.

Rhea and Nessa sing along as Finn drives and Damien bicker over space since all three of them are squished together in the back seat. Soon enough the song changes and Barbie girl comes on and Nessa giggles and bounces in her seat singing along.

"I'm a barbie girl"

"Nuh uh, No. We aren't doing that." Damien unbuckles himself to lean forward to grab the phone, the other two in the back fighting to hold him back. Damiens arm comes between the seats only for Finn to snatch the phone and toss it under his leg sitting on it.

"Sit the fuck back down, you are not about to make me wreck or get a ticket." We are going to listen to the music Nessa chose respectfully just as she will when It is our turns." Finn orders, slapping Damiens hand away from his thigh.

"You're gonna pay for that" Damien growls in Finns ear, squeezing his thigh tightly before sitting back down and refastening his seatbelt. Nessa stops singing watches Finn as he swallows and fidgets in his seat.

"Whats wrong mini me, why did you stop singing" Rhea reaches forward and touches her shoulder. Nessa places her hand on top of Rheas.

"Yeah just got distracted." Nessa answers shaking her head and returning to singing along, though with not as much energy as she had before. Damiens promise to Finn making her feel as if ithe car heat up and wishing it was directed towards her.

The song changes again, this time Dreming of you comes on and Nessa locks eyes with Dominik through the rearview mirror recognizing their song, and she smiles at him. Nessa sings along softly matching the mood of the song, Dominik singing along with her.

Rhea and Damien share a look across Dominik, Damien mouths,

"Pay up" slowly for emphasis.

Rhea just flips him off and laughs, happy that her Dom Dom is happy and getting what he wants. They pull into the gym where they are to meet their trainers before the song ends.

Rhea places her hand on Nessa's shoulder to distract her for long enough for Damien to jog behind the car and come to her side and open both doors.

"Oh it's like that?" Nessa asks playfully as she steps out of the car Rhea doing the same and laughing, throwing her head back enjoying the lighthearted frustration Nessa is showing. "Come on lets go in, you can have your standoff later." Finn calls out from behind the trunk grabbing His and Nessa's bags again including her purse. Nessa sticks her tongue out at him before making her way towards the door between Rhea and Damien.

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A few hours later they exit the building, Nessa groaning.

"Oh my god I wanna die" Nessa throws her hands up in the air then whimpers exaggeratedly. Rhea snorts at her theatrics.

"Mamita, it wasn't that bad. It's good for you." Damien chimes in, eyeing her up and down just to be sure she is ok.

"Why aren't you complaining about us carrying your bags this time?" He adds on, adjusting the bags in his hand.

"I'm too sore, you can have this round" Nessa shrugs grabbing Rheas forearm and tossing her arm around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing to do. Staying like that until they reach the car.

Nessa leans against Rhea, waiting for the boys to finish tossing the bags into the trunk and open the car door for them. Nessa to exhausted to fight to do it for herself this time.

"I'm still driving, figure out where you all are going to sit." Finn calls out as he gets in the car.

"You are objectively the smallest of us sweetheart, why don't you sit in the back with us, in the middle so we have some room?" Rhea asks and Nessa nods in agreement, letting out a yawn.

"Ill get shotgun I'm taller than everyone and need some leg room." Damien calls out, looking at Dom, daring him to argue.

Everyone chimes in with some sort of agreement. Both Dominik and Damien go to one side of the car and open the doors, Dom gets in right away and closes the door leaving Rhea and Nessa to go over to Damien. He smiles at her as she slides in and settles in the middle and Rhea gets in beside her.

Once Damien gets in the car Finn starts it and heads back towards the hotel. Dom's phone is still linked to the radio so the song comes back on. Nessa grabs Doms hand and leans her head on Rhea's shoulder and closes her eyes content with the atmosphere in the car.

In no time at all Nessas grip on Doms hand relaxes as she falls asleep, her head still on Rheas shoulder.

"Dom Dom was that your song?" Rhea quietly asks, so as to not wake Nessa up.

"Yeah, when everything shut down this became our song. We were together for a year at that point. It was a way to express how much we miss and love each other." He explained to a chorus of them cooing at him. He blushes at the attention. Nessa stirs and they all quiet down until they are sure she is still asleep.

"Dom, she was translating for us yesterday. She speaks spanish?" Damien asks, plans forming in his head.

"Yes and no. She can understand a fair bit, but she can't actively speak it. It's weird." Dom explains glancing at Nessas peaceful figure and smiles.

"She was fluent as a kid wasn't she?" Finn asks.

"Yeah" Comes Dom's answer.

"That happens sometimes, a use it or lose it situation." Damien comments, rolling his eyes as the playlist continues to be confusing.

"What even is this playlist" He grumbles.

"Songs that Nessa loves and that made her happy." I made the playlist after, well. I missed her and it made me think of her." Dom explains and he feels Nessa grip his hand again telling him she heard him.

"What were you going to say when she stopped you?" Damien asks, the question has been sitting in his mind since it happened.

"I can't tell you. It's not my place nor my story. She will tell you if and when she is ready" Dom answers now aware Nessa is awake.

Nessa picks her head up and stretches, letting out a little groan at her stiffness.

"Lo siento Mamita did we wake you?" Damien apologizes,

"No, not really i'm hungry. I thought we were supposed to eat before going to training." Nessa whines.

"We would have love, but you were too busy cuddling Dom and we ran out of time." Finn explains glancing at her through the mirror.

"We are going back to the hotel to shower and change then we are going out to dinner and to have some fun like we discussed earlier bunny." Rhea explains, trying out a new nickname for Nessa.

"Oh why bunny? thats cute I like it." Nessa says approvingly, nudging Rheas shoulder.

"You are cute, small and bouncy." Rhea shrugs, happy that Nessa is taking everything in stride.

Finn pulls into the parking lot of the hotel. Dom gets out of the car first and holds his hands out palm up offering Nessa assistance. She takes his hand and allows him to help her out of the car and closes the door behind her. Rhea getting out of the other side where Damien holds the door for her.

"Dom, it's your turn to carry bags." Damien calls out over the car. Dom releases Nessas hand and goes to the trunk with Finn who hands her her purse back before grabbing half the gym bags.

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Nessa and Rhea enter their hotel room, Dominik and Finn following closely behind with their bags. The boys set the bags down by the armchair, Dominik plopping down over the arm rest, Finn leaning against the chair and Damien just leaning against the doorframe.

"Since we all have to shower and change lets say an hour, hour and a half? So you ladies can do your makeup if you want?" Finn suggests, just trying to get the plan set.

"Yeah that sounds perfect babe," Rhea agrees the rest nodding along.

"Well go get started then" Nessa pulls up Dominik and pushes him and Finn towards the door trying to get them to leave so she can start getting ready.

""Ok princesa, no need to get violent" Dominik teases and Finn laughs as the three of them are ushered out the door which promptly closes in their face.

Nessa turns around to Rhea doubled over in laughter.

"What just because I forgive him does not mean he gets to see all this again.... Yet" Nessa gestures to herself and continues.

"And that goes for the others, I havent decided to join... yet."

Rhea's laughter dies down as a question comes to her mind and she decides to ask it.

"But you are comfortable getting ready in front of me, knowing I want you just as much as the others?"

Nessa shrugs unable to explain her ease around the woman.

"I just am." Is the best she can explain.

"Allright then, would you like to shower first. I tend to use up all the hot water." Rhea offers and watches as Nessa opens and closes her mouth before her face flushing as red as she has ever seen it.

"What is it bunny" Rhea asks, stepping towards where Nessa is standing.

Nessa shakes her head trying to clear her thoughts.

"I uh, I had a thought but that would be inappropriate at the moment." Nessa whispers, clasping her hands together behind her back and swaying back and forth.

"What was the thought Bunny, tell me" Rhea asks, having an idea but just wanting Nessa to admit it. Nessa stops swaying and meets Rheas gaze, noticing the calm expression on her face contrasts to the size of her pupils. In that momen Nessa knows that Rhea knew what the thought was and just wants her to admit it.

"That we could share.." Nessa admits almost unable to be heard. Rhea takes a step back to give Nessa some space before she responds.

"We are going the speed you want Bunny, If you want to shower with me all you have to do is ask. But that would be inappropriate at the moment I agree. Not that I wouldn't love to join you gorgeous" Rhea swallows trying to control her tone and actions to not make Nessa uncomfortable but the woman knows how to press her buttons and it has only been a few days.

"I'm sorry.." Nessa starts to apologize only to be cut off.

"No, don't apologize. You are testing waters and trying to see if this is something you want. But if this carrys on we might need to have the boundaries discussion before you have a decision. And before you worry your little head you have not crossed one, we are afraid of crossing yours. Now go shower... Please" Rhea pauses at the end before adding the please.

Nessa doesn't verbally respond, blushing from embarrassment from the last few minutes, instead she does as told and goes into the bathroom and showers, letting out a shuttering breath as she steps into the running water.

She makes sure to be as quick as possible to save hot water for Rhea. Nessa steps out of the shower and wraps the towel around herself, grabbing another for her hair. Once the towl is secured around her she steps out of the bathroom having not brought any clothes in there with her.

Rhea groans seeing this,

"You weren't kidding when you said you were ok with rooming with me." Rhea stands up off the bed and goes over to where Nessa is standing.

"Sorry, I I forgot to bring my clothes in" Nessa stutters as Rhea gets closer an rests a hand on Nessas cheek and leans down close to her face.

"Nessa, if I overstep you need to tell me because they way you have been the last two days, especially today acting as if you have already joined us and we don't want to force you into anything." Rhea rests her forehead on Nessas and gently presses their lips together in a tentative kiss.

Nessa holds her towel with one hand and uses the other to grab the hand resting on her face, pulling it off and placing a kiss to the palm. Rhea shivers at the returned affection and swallows again.

"I'm gonna go shower, to give you time to get ready. Lets uh, talk one on one during dinner" Rhea states softly, not having moved away from Nessa, still looking into her eyes.

"Yeah, ok." Nessa agrees and steps back biting her lip wondering if she went too far, especially without making her decision. Rhea steps forward and grabs her face gently one hand on each cheek.

"Hey, don't do that Bunny. Like I said we are following your lead. If you want distance all you have to do is ask. If you want to explore we can do that too but conversations need to be had before that." Rhea tries to stop the mental spiral that Nessa was starting. Nessa nods her head still in Rheahs hands.

"I need words love." Rhea prompts not satisfied with just nodding,

"Ok Demi." Nessa answers and Rhea kisses her forehead before releasing her grip and heading towards the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Nessa takes a deep breath and calms her self for a minute before getting dressed and throwing on some quick makeup to be ready when Rhea gets out.

#rhea x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #judgment day x reader #the judgment day fanfic #finn balor x reader #damian priest x oc

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eljeebee · 28 days

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📩 Simblr question of the day: Do you have a process for making your simblr posts?

- an anon ask contribution for @simblr-question-of-the-day (Hi squat!)

I decided to do a separate post, just like what @changingplumbob did a question ago!

Since I mostly do story posts, here is my workflow:

a.) I draft the next story updates. Nothing serious, nothing deep. Just a rough draft that I want to happen. I have drafts in my laptop,

as well as in my phone [spoilers? lol]

Sometimes just one paragraph, or two, as long as I get the gist of it. This draft will be the basis when it comes to shooting the scenes.

b.) Before taking the scenes, I make sure that I have the poses and some specific clothes that I want and need. When it comes to clothing, it's rare that I use specific clothes on some scenes, because I have tons of CC in my mod folder, but I download it in advance. Some of it are already download in advance (that is not yet needed now, but is used far in the future)

b.1.) Sometimes, when I need a certain portrait of a character for a scene that is from a different save file, I make sure I do that first before I load the main save.

b.2.) When I need a certain build for the scenes, I have to build it myself. This is evident with the Strauds' nightclub and the Beau-Asvang's penthouse. It took me weeks to finish these. This is tedious for me, so some updates gets delayed, especially when I feel overwhelmed or bored.

c.) After that, I shoot the scenes. I base my scenes on the draft. This is another tedious part for me, especially if it involves a lot of characters. Sometimes, it has to be in a certain time of day. I don't mess time in that save, because I fear I'll mess up the calendar, so I rely in the fast forward function. The only thing that I mess with it is the weather. It can take me a whole IRL day, or a few days to finish this step.

d.) After taking the scenes, I choose which shots are the best, then delete the rest. I don't edit the photos because the reshade preset I use was made to skip editing it, but will only edit if necessary. No resizing is done (sorry if I'm lazy ;-;).

e.) In this step, the draft that was written before will be finalized once the scenes are done. Most of the time, the drafts get changed, because I change the parts of the story based on the scenes I took. The whole essence or message of the story doesn't change, only the flow and how I structured it will be modified. The finalized script is written in MS Word. A tip for everyone: type the tags you're going to use for the post in the document, so all you have to do is to copy the tags and paste it here in the text editor!

f.) Next, I'll upload the scenes and the script here in my Tumblr drafts. Sometimes, I break the scenes in separate posts, but sometimes I post it in one, depending on the story and the flow.

g.) Finally, I either: queue the posts, or I post it myself. I post the posts that has the "previous | next" links myself, because I want to quickly add the links as soon as I post it. I only queue on some posts, namely Beneath, and New Beginnings.

Again, this is my workflow when it comes to story posts! Gameplay posts like The Life of the Hatcher only get captioned based on the shots, and is not as heavily planned as the DLU (Davis Legacy Universe).

If you've reached the end of the post, thanks for reading! I hope you find this helpful!

#sqotd #lana rambles #simblr #simblr things

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scarletnwidow · 8 months

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Destroyed

Part 5

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, cringe moments, possible too much information lol

A/N: HOOOLY SHIIII- I can't believe it took me two years to update this HAHAHAHHA anybody still with me? jk I have no idea how this will end now, I just keep on writing whatever comes to mind haha so bear with me a little more? :")

Summary: You always thought that the best way to get revenge is to let them see you’re happy. You also thought that the best way to move on is to convince yourself that you’re okay until you no longer need any more convincing. You’re about to find out how effective it was.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You’ve never felt the need to be angry at something for the pain of your family’s death, because you only had yourself.

What happens now that you finally have someone else to blame?

*****

“...an ancient hero in the flesh.”

The moment Wanda said those words aloud, the more it sounds surreal. There was a stunned silence after, broken only by an incredulous laugh by a god himself.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m not the only one who thinks this is absurd, right?” Thor couldn’t keep himself from snorting, everything sounds stupid and impossible.

When everyone just stared at him, his smile faded and his jaw clenched, “That is impossible! Mortals carrying the blood of the gods are a myth.”

“We thought the same thing about you, Thor: God of Thunder, War, and Fertility. But look where we are,” Tony said sarcastically, “who’s to say the idiotic, egotistical greek gods don’t exist like you? Or every other textbook mythology there is, on that matter,” he continued.

“I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be calling them idiotic in case...you know,” Bruce mumbled.

“Well, you have a fellow Avenger as proof. And now I think I’ve finally removed impossible from my vocabulary,” Fury responded.

Wanda wasted no time in stepping up in front of him, “How do you know all this anyway? Y/N’s powers are quite similar to mine, how do you know this is that?” She questioned, pointing at the folder resting on Natasha’s hands.

“And why didn’t we know about all these experiments in the first place? Where did you get these files? This weren’t on the place we raided,” the redhead finally allowed herself to speak. Her brain is currently trying to make sense with too much information all at once, she didn’t even know where to start.

“You of all people should know that in a mission, there will always be another mission to finish, Romanoff,” Fury spatted. Of course, Natasha is well aware. She was always the one given a different mission by Fury during missions.

“We know from the start about their goal, but since obviously, it all sounds beyond-the-universe-ridiculous, we thought it was just another plot of Hydra. But then SHIELD caught wind of another location thousands of miles from our initial lead. The tip says it’s where they perfected their process, and they were currently proceeding with the first subject just as you guys were headed to the other place,” he continued.

“One thing we know for sure, Y/N’s in a vulnerable state right now. Emotions are very tricky, especially hers. It also doesn’t help that it’s what triggered her abilities,” Maria chimed in.

The redhead looked back at the folder in her hands; she really couldn’t wrap her mind around all this. Just an hour ago you were in her arms, nothing about you or your features seem any different, so how?

She internally slapped herself for letting you go. This was a lot to process for them, and they were just your friends, your family; what more if you would find this out about yourself?

The redhead absentmindedly turned to the next page, the wheels of her brain still whirring on her head. Her eyes accidentally landed on the photos in front of her, and she wished she should’ve just closed it.

Her eyes widened and she felt a lump form in her throat, her gaze darting to the short description above the photos.

Eris Labs Main Facility: Subject Threats Successfully Eliminated, All Research Data Collected

In front her were photos of a freshly destroyed two-story building, or at least what was left of it.

“W-We did this?” she looked up at Fury, her voice hoarse. Fury frowned at her before glancing down at what she was pertaining to, he sighed and gave her a single nod.

Natasha didn’t know whether or not she should be relieved she weren’t able to convince you more to come back with her. But, she knew she shouldn’t have left you alone.

****

You didn’t know how much longer you stayed seated at the ground. You just spent the rest of the afternoon staring at the oblivion after Natasha reluctantly left you behind. When you finally came to your senses, you knew the sun will set in about an hour or so.

You’ve spent too much time debating whether or not you should explore the wreckage that you just totally zoned-out in your spot. You took a deep breath before walking up to the site.

You didn’t deny to yourself that you’re nervous; you haven’t been here for six years. You never even bothered to sit and remember what exactly happened. You didn’t think there was a point, exploring the place where you almost got killed wouldn’t bring your family back. Besides, you knew the Avengers took care of everything, so there wouldn’t be anything left for you to delve in.

You still think there was no point in finding out what this place was, after all, it was completely trashed so you were sure you wouldn’t find anything.

The universe decided to prove you wrong once again.

You found yourself walking towards the space where you found your sister bleeding to her death. The memory of how you caught her eyes while you were still under some rubbles flowed through your mind as you stared at the empty space. There were still some traces of dried blood even after all these years, and you felt like your ribs are squeezing your heart.

A strangled sob came out from your lips as you forced yourself to look away. You thought you’ve already moved on; it’s been six years! Turns out, you didn’t spend those years moving on; you spent all those years convincing yourself that you’ve moved on.

After all, you remember that day was busy with people fumbling around, and finding out you’re the sole survivor hits a lot than you could admit.

You tried to calm yourself, remembering the breathing exercise you invented the first few months of being the last person carrying your family’s name. When the tight in your chest subsides, you look around once more before walking deeper around the fallen debris.

You immediately looked away when you caught sight of a familiar boulder at the corner of the room. You managed to steady your breath, but your tears kept flowing freely even when you wipe your cheeks. When you found your courage to approach, you only noticed that the boulder had been moved.

You frowned, that’s when you only realize that you didn’t know where the bodies of your family were, of everyone’s actually. How did you not worry about your family’s bodies all those years ago? How did you not think of giving them a proper burial? Where were they now? The realization only made you feel worse.

You snapped out of your self-disgust party when you noticed something that’s out-of-place. Something that definitely wasn’t supposed be there.

*****

“She can’t know about all this,” Natasha said as she abruptly closed the folder with trembling hands and gripped it tight, as if the entire thing would destroy the world if opened once again.

Everyone in the room stared at her. She looked at each of them incredulously as if she’s the only one who sees the severity of the situation.

“I-I know this place. This…this is where she came from. This is where I just came from! Where her parents died; where she watched her sister bled to death. If she found out SHIELD was the one who destroyed the place—the reason they were gone,” her voice cracked as she took another shaky breath.

The team shifted in their seats. The air heavy with uncertainty and uneasiness about the whole ordeal. The fact about your existence is already confusing enough, the thing about SHIELD having a part with you becoming an orphan adds to the mix of emotions.

They know now that emotions are a vital factor in your powers, and it’s starting to dawn on the team that you aren’t probably ready to know the truth yet.

It hurts Natasha to think that she has to keep something from you. You’ve suffered enough from not knowing the truth, thanks to your relationship with Wanda.

After a few more minutes of tense silence, Tony let out a humorless laugh. He gestured to the folder clutched in Natasha’s hand like he can’t believe something like that exists.

“H-How…how is even all this possible? What the hell is Eris working on? What the hell is Y/N?”

If looks could kill, Tony earned two equally lethal glares from a redhead and a brunette. Natasha was about to retort when Wanda was suddenly at Tony’s side clutching his shoulder.

“Do not talk about her like that,” Wanda said, with her other hand raised up in the air threateningly.

This startled everyone, Steve rushed to Wanda’s side and gently held her back. Tony sighed and lifted his arms in defeat. “I’m sorry, but I know all of us wants to know how we happen to have a friend who descended from Greek gods,” he said as he looked at Fury and Maria, his gaze expectant.

“So are the Avengers currently looking at our very own Wonder Woman?” Tony added which made everyone give out an amused snort, lessening the tension in the air and made everybody turned to look at the two in front as well.

Maria rolled her eyes but she allowed herself an amused smirk. “No, Tony, she is not like Diana Prince,” she proceeded as she looked at Natasha and gestured to the folder. “May I?” Maria opened the folder and took a few moments shifting through the pages before letting out a satisfied hum as she finds what she’s looking for.

She glanced at Fury to her side, silently asking for permission. He gave her a nod before taking a seat for himself.

She took a deep breath before speaking. “Y/N isn’t descended from the gods. She has the blood of Helen herself,” Maria paused. Seeing that the team just stared at her dumbfounded, she continued, “Of course, she’s not an actual descendant but that’s exactly what Eris was working on. Extracting biological components from ancient ruins and battlegrounds hoping to bioengineer Helen’s blood and create a haptandra— the hand of war. It’s—“

“I’m sorry, wait, hold up,” Bruce said, raising his arm while looking around at his teammates then back to Maria. “When you say Helen, you don’t mean Helen of Troy, is it?” This made him earn a small smile from Maria.

“Yes, I meant Helen of Troy.” The team made another round of uneasy shifting in their seats and some grumbling of how this all sounds stupid.

“I suggest you let her finish first before you all decide how crazy this is. Because it gets even crazier.” Fury stated a little louder to get everyone’s attention. It did, and they all turn back to Maria.

“You all know Helen’s story, right? How a 10-year war raged on because of her? Apparently, that’s due to her bloodline. Something about being sired by Nemesis so wherever she goes, there will be strife of some kind,” A hand was raised in the air before Maria can continue, “But the Trojan War was caused by Helen’s beauty is it not?” the interruption earned a couple of bewildered looks aimed at the owner, due to him being a machine.

Vision noticed this and if toasters could blush, he definitely does. “Human mythology fascinates me,” he mumbles as he puts his hand down.

“Some books and interpretations of the story whatnots believed it was because of her beauty,” Maria said, offering him a smile. “Eris, however, discovered ancient texts that state it was never her beauty that caused the war. It was solely her very own blood that caused it; that wherever she goes, war is destined to come. And that… power… continued on to her descendants. The texts that Eris found said it was not confirmed that the power coursed through every woman descended from her, but every major war since her time was linked to her descendants.”

“Okay, so Helen of Troy, pretty much every mythology book wrong, cursed bloodline, powers due to that cursed blood, and said blood was currently running through Y/N’s veins right now. Yeah, got it.” Tony sarcastically said which made the entire team shift in frustration.

Too much information going on and it all just sounds fucking crazy.

Maria just sighed and crossed her arms. “I know, all of this sounds like bullshit. That’s why we never took it seriously when we found these files. We didn’t even know someone survived,”

“Please tell me this is all the crazy we’ll get today,” Clint said, staring at the opened folder on the table.

“I’m afraid not,” Fury stood, moving to stand beside Maria. He paused to look at each Avenger in front of him, “Y/N’s abilities are complex and bioengineered, making them both powerful and can be quite unstable,” he gestured to the folder, “this thing only explains the basics of her powers. And they’re already disturbing as it is. Now, when we’re done, and we face her again, I suggest you to be ready about shitting in your own pants.”

*****

Three days later.

You never thought you could be any more nervous than you are right now. You've always been a big believer in not going headstrong into something that you have no idea what's in store for you. That was the main reason why you always do your homework before completing a job back when you were still an assassin.

Yet, here you are. Just about to turn off the engine of your boat in the middle of fucking nowhere. You have no idea if you're in the right place, but this is also the most sure you've been at anything.

You almost reached on your pocket for Natasha's widow bites, wanting to reach out to her for help because you have no idea what you're doing. Natasha's been trying to contact you nonstop in the last two days, so is the rest of the team. You even frowned on your phone for a good 5 minutes when you got Wanda's text, wanting you to come back to the compound.

You sighed and took a deep breath. When you turned off the engine, you did your best to scour the ocean around you for anything. Squinting your eyes for anything that might point you to the right place. You just knew you needed to be there, and that you must do this on your own.

*****

Natasha is still trying any means possible to track you down. She and the team had gone to where she left you hoping to find you still there. Probably to also make sense of what happened to you. Of course when they got there, you were long gone. No traces of where you could possibly be. The redhead almost cursed you for figuring out that her widow bites have trackers on them. But of course, from one master assassin to another, she wasn't surprised at all.

Wanda is going out of her mind with worry. Even Vision can't help ease the worry and panic she feels when thinking about where you could be. She can't help but feel guilty because this is technically her fault. She hurt you, yes, but she only did what will make her happy. Who knows that in doing so, she'll be triggering ancient powers inside you? Wanda cannot explain what she was feeling. She still care about you but feels like she has no right because of what she did to you.

Now, Wanda is at your room with Natasha watching her closely. The brunette is trying to use the traces of magic she felt at the Eris Facility to try and find you. When she proposed that idea, of course Natasha was the first one volunteer- no, demanded to go with her. The redhead was still pissed, she hated the idea that Wanda is the closest person they have to finding you. If it were up to her, she wants Wanda as far away from you as possible. But, finding you was more important, so she's willing to put up with her for now. Natasha makes an internal promise that she'll fight the shit out of Wanda after this whole fiasco.

No way she's gonna let you get hurt over Wanda again.

The brunette is starting to feel her head hurt. She wants to find you so bad but she feels a little reluctance when she tries to reach out to the feeling of your powers. She didn't know why, but she still feels the same fear she felt when your powers hit them for the first time during the meeting. Wanda's eyes are now furrowed shut as she tries to reach that power again.

Wanda thinks she must've been grunting with effort because she can hear the faint sounds of Natasha's voice asking what is happening. The brunette sees an elaborate purple mist on her mind, This is it. Y/N is close. She wills her power to reach that power, the same way your power reached out to hers when she first felt it. Unfortunately for her, she feels a reluctance, and it was coming from you. Your power seems to be preventing her from reaching you and finding where you are.

Wanda feels the purple mist is seeming to push her away, it takes great effort from her to try and push through. In her mind, Wanda feels the purple mist started to surround her, and it's closing in. She feels her power flicker, letting her know you were trying to suffocate her. Wanda focused on her desire to find you and make things right as she screams and willed her power to go forward. Until she felt a release in pressure and everything goes black.

*****

Natasha can hear the footsteps of the team rushing to your room. Steve was the first to enter but stopped short at the sight of unconscious Wanda in her arms.

"What happened?!" Steve exclaimed as he tentatively approached. The rest of the team poured in the room with worry on their faces. All of them catching a glimpse of Wanda's power in the room before it completely dissipated.

"S-She just started grunting and screamed. Then there was a burst of her power before she passed out." Natasha said, still clutching Wanda.

"So, did you think she found Y/N?" Fury said as he enters the room.

It was when Wanda moaned and started to stir. Natasha carefully helped her sit up with Steve rubbing her back. "Hey, are you okay? What was that? What happened?" Natasha asked. The brunetter slowly opened her eyes and gave her a weak smile.

"I found her."

*****

It's been nearly four hours of staring into the ocean. You were getting pissed and frustrated with yourself for going here without a plan. You just straight up believed what you found and went to it without question. You sighed, you were desperate for answers and you really couldn't blame yourself for that.

You got up and finally decided to just go back to civilization when you felt a tug in your stomach. You looked down at your hands and see the same purple energy dancing on your fingertips. Only it was stronger and you can feel it more clearly. It was getting more and more intense as you stare at it, you can even hear buzzing around you. Then suddenly, the pressure just dropped and it stopped, but not before bursting a huge amount of purple energy around you.

You closed your eyes. When you opened them again, you felt your jaw dropped to the goddamn floor. A barrier of mist seemed to unfold before your eyes, slowly revealing a gorgeous island like you've never seen before. It has the whitest sand you've ever seen, different species of huge trees that some of them you don't even recognize, plants and flowers in full bloom, and you can even make out the intricate houses in the distance just above the huge island.

This is the most beautiful place you've ever seen, it almost feels magical. But again, maybe it is because 30 seconds ago you were still surrounded by endless ocean. Now, an island is in front of you. You blink a few times, trying to comprehend if what you're seeing is real. When it did not disappear again, your attention was finally caught by a single person standing on the beach. A woman. She is looking at you with a smile you can't place as either a friendly one or a wicked one.

She's wearing a weird but very cool armor that you only see in movies and textbooks. A beautiful bow on her back, and a sword at her side. You stared at her in amazement, there's something about her that's quite familiar to you but you can't figure out what. Your thoughts are interrupted whe she spoke, "I see you finally found my letter. Welcome, Y/N. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A small envelope sits at the center of where your parents’ bodies should be. You know because of the dried blood scattered on the floor, and it’s directly aligned at the center of the huge boulder.

Your heart is beating fast as you picked up the small envelope. Its dirty and slight yellowish state lets you know it’s been there for a long time. You stared a little too long at the envelope in your hands, having absolutely no idea what’s inside. You guessed that a card with a message is inside because something tells you you’re supposed to find it a long time ago.

With shaky hands, you pull out the card inside that proved you right. You noted the worn-out ink of an elegant handwriting.

43.4130° N, 34.2993° E — find me when you’re ready, Warbringer.

A/N: For those of you who knows my reference for "Warbringer", kindly let me know in the comments cuz I've been looking for my people to fangirl about it hahahhahahaah

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I said November and I didn't lie to y'all see? Update.

-9- Ties that Bind

As for the birds, Dawn followed them to a clear spring where she refilled her canteen and picked from a grove of fresh fruit until the birds swooped down, blinding her with their wings. She dropped her collection to shield her face and the fruit burst, spilling a sickly yellow fluid with a foul scent like putrid pus. If she had eaten that shit... She sighed, hungry. Why the hell was she in the middle of the forest again? Find him, her brain replied. Find him quickly and trust the birds.

She followed them day and night, ending up in an open clearing the size of a football field. Wildflowers and overgrowth stretched on creating a scene that she'd never found in the concrete jungle of New York. It was open and beautiful, but that left less places to hide.

There, in the distant line of trees, stood a shadowed figure that she nearly missed until she did a double take. Spotted, he stepped forward. It was the man she'd been combing the forest for. She wasn't as prepared as her mind tricked her into believing. Her breath caught. Comparing the angles of his face to the images in reoccurring visions, he was exactly as she recalled. She'd gotten it right down to the detail. His crimson eyes beamed like lights, and the only change in his appearance was his locs, which had grown to his shoulders.

Within a blink, he was but a yard away as though he'd never moved. Dawn felt a sudden tinge of fear like she was standing on thin ice in the dead of winter with danger lurking beneath the frozen surface. She was hesitant to blink. It was a fleeting feeling that wouldn't bloom enough to be addressed. As soon as she felt it, it left. She didn't understand why, nor did the thought linger.

"It's smaller than you'd think, but constantly changing," Dawn replied, the uncanny feeling once again on the backburner. "These your birds?"

"You're alone."

N'Jadaka looked to the clear orange sky as the sounds of the forest amplified through the silence. He'd assumed that his compulsion would eat at her a little longer before she caved, a few more years perhaps.

"Is the outside world so frivolous?"

Or was his compulsion just that strong?

N'Jadaka's attention remained on the changing orange sky as the sun was gradually setting.

Dawn took a bold step forward, looking at his upturned eyes. He was still with no visible change or response. It made her her feel impatient. She'd come so far.

"Okay...," Dawn squinted. She didn't care for being ignored. "You did something to me," she accused. "I can't get you or this place out of my head. Seems you started a process you didn't care to finish, and now I'm tethered to you from a different country. Care to explain?"

Silence.

He looked at her then, visibly skeptical. "This meadow. What do you think of it?"

"Nothing?... You just gone stand there like I'm not talking?"

Silence.

She glared, waiting for a reaction. This was not the reunion she'd imagined. She finally kissed her teeth, ready to turn around.

"Like you don't look at the same damn thing every day."

"Uh, it's cool?" She shrugged. "The sky is probably the best part."

"I never get tired of this sky."

"Do you get any feelings in this meadow?"

Dawn sighed. Here she was after a year, and he was focused on the damn sky. Though it was beautiful.

She too stared upward, under the darkening sky.

"How did you feel when you awoke?" His question caught her off guard.

"It was a rush," she admitted. "When you gave me your blood, I felt intense energy inside of me. How did you know to do that? Did you know what it would do?"

Dawn sighed, closing her eyes briefly. Again with the sky and the meadow. She started walking away in the opposite direction, annoyed, but stopped. "You don't understand, I had to find you again. Something in me said find you, and I don't know why, but here I am."

It was like he'd teleported within another blink. He was behind her, his face at her ear. She should've been terrified, but the feeling couldn't fully register.

"It's okay to admit you're taken with the idea of eternal beauty and grace. Who doesn't want to live young forever? Poor thing. A human life is lackluster. So fleeting."

"It's the ties that bind," his honied voice came, his attention not on her but on the presence hiding in the trees ahead.

Someone had followed him despite his directive. As for who, it wasn't difficult to guess. She wasn't good at hiding her presence.

"Just a small taste, and you're hooked," his fingers slid feather-light over Dawn's sleeves and over her the shoulder straps of her backpack. He knew Deanna was watching.

How frightened she must be. Let's play a trick, shall we? Don't move, he willed Dawn as his hand slid snugly across the front of her slender neck. Dawn hadn't moved a muscle, rendered unable by his compulsion.

"The heightened senses. The newfound glory," he teased seductively in her ear. "You like what my power does to you. How it makes you feel. You feel renewed... Alive."

His voice was hypnotic, like a spell. He was too deep in her head, the subtle suggestions masquerading as her own thoughts.

She could feel his sharp nail pressing into her throat like a knife threatening to slice at any moment.

"You want this," he whispered in her ear as he lightly stroked the bonnet she wore. "I assure you, death is quicker than falling asleep."

"Careful, servant, or you might eat those words."

Finally. There she was, revealed from the trees. Deanna appeared, walking into the open and lowering herself to the ground. "I swear on my life I would never disrespect you, my prince, but I-"

It was light rebuke, but Deanna hid her face. Her fear of the prince ran deep, yet here she was, spying to keep a protective eye on Dawn.

Semi was the next to emerge, only he was furiously eyeing Deanna. "You insolent!!"

"Semi, why is a subject in my presence when I've asked to be alone? Do I need concerned to the point of re-evaluating your position?"

"No, my king." Semi bowed modestly. He had followed Deanna to the clearing to deal with her defiance. Now, he was forcing her to her knees at the prince's feet.

Dawn opened her mouth to speak, but Deanna's brief look paused her. Her body was bent to the lowest degree. "I beg you," she pleaded, "Spare her life. Take mine."

"How dare you continue to speak to me," N'Jadaka spat in disgust. Something about Dawn caused others to forget their place.

He could feel Semi staring. "You've got something to say?"

Deanna was now face down with her palms in the grass of her own volition. "My prince, forgive my insolence," she begged, but she did not move, nor did she raise her head even as the prince stepped on it, irritated that she'd go so far.

Part of him was appreciative. It was an odd mix of emotions that were difficult for him to place. That, too, irritated him.

"In respect and concern for your kingdom," Semi straightened. "There is something strange about the girl. You've felt it. We've all felt it. It's my belief that if you are willing, we should investigate."

His words confirmed what N'Jadaka had figured. One, there was serious talk among the palace, and he was not the only one feeling the confusion her random appearances had brought. Two, he couldn't turn her. Something deep in his gut told him it would be the mistake of his life, and he had to explore it.

"Get up," N'Jadaka challenged to the deadly still Deanna. She would not move for fear of what he might do to her if she did, which was a valid fear. He could be impulsive with his punishments. So he called on Semi. "Do what you will."

He needed a moment to think.

"How unsightly," he frowned. "And it's unbecoming to pant."

Dawn was stunned, and with a dismissive wave like he was over the entire interaction, N'Jadaka retreated, disappearing completely from her sight. She was picked up and whisked away before she could see who grabbed her.

Then she was set on her own two feet inside of the castle where Semi steadied her as she gathered her senses and her balance. The prince was already on his throne with a bored expression, his chin propped on his hand.

"Careful," a stunning young woman with elaborate braids and a canary yellow dress warned with a posh wave of a fan. One sharp side-glance from N'Jadaka sent her eyes to the floor.

"It's unbecoming to make a black woman lose her bonnet," Dawn side-eyed, trying to return to her body's equilibrium without puking. "Guess we all need etiquette."

"If you were one of us, you wouldn't feel the speed. Semi, show Miss Dawn to her quarters. Maybe she'll find the use of a mirror."

"RUDE," she yelled as the door shut behind her quicker than she could physically respond. She had a good comeback for the prince that would've made him think twice if only she could've stuck around. The material was there.

The soiree of well-dressed dead chuckled at Dawn's expense as N'Jadaka's haughty brow lifted, triggering Dawn to fire back, but she was no match for Semi's speed. He removed her quicker than she could part her lips.

She was now in the same dim burgundy and gold room she'd been kept in the last time she found herself in the hidden castle.

The door re-opened to a familiar face, one that was full of confusion and anxiety.

"Deanna!" Dawn's excitement spiked.

"Why would you come back!? He almost killed you." Deanna rushed to her, eyes wide as though she were staring at a ghost.

Deanna's eyes dulled. "I sensed the prince's blood in you." She was deeply confused. "But... How did you escape?"

Dawn sighed. "So boom," she justified. "I'm not crazy, I swear, but would you believe that with one drop of the prince's blood," her finger raised, "Everything about me has been enhanced. One drop. Like how am I alive, Deanna? I should've died, and I was planning to, but he saved me. Honest to God. No, no, hear me out! I'm not dead. I'm still me, but my strength and my stamina? Through the roof. The roof!"

"Oh, I didn't. I was near dead when the prince revived me. Was it the third time he's saved me? I'm still breathing."

With a dramatized deep breath, Dawn realized she was missing a brooding voice's interjections. Her brows shot up as she looked left and right.

"Where's Julip? You two were attached at the hip."

Dawn's eyes bugged as she grasped at straws to understand. "Wait, what?"

"Dungeon."

"Hm?"

"The prince has been taking out his frustration on him day and night."

"What did you think would happen, Dawn? He disobeyed the prince to help you."

"He's been in the dungeon since I left?" Dawn was still in shock. "But why, when the prince is the one who dropped me at the edge of the forest? It's gotta be more to it."

"No, Dawn, there doesn't," Deanna's annoyance glared. "I thought you would've known this... Something is definitely off about you."

"Me?!" Dawn pointed to herself.

"Why are you here?"

"Girl!" Dawn kissed her teeth, unable to explain without genuinely sounding crazy. "It's hard to explain. You wouldn't understand."

"Attempt," Deanna glared.

Dawn's voice turned into a whisper as she leaned into Deanna's shoulder. "All I know is I woke up in a hospital feeling better than ever. I don't know why. It doesn't.. It doesn't make sense. N'Jadaka's face has been haunting my dreams ever since."

"You dare use his name? Now I see... He's toying with you."

"I don't think so," Dawn admitted. "He could've killed me at any moment. You saw him. He didn't do it."

"It doesn't mean he won't. I've seen him compel people for his own entertainment before spilling their blood for banquet. It's fun for him." There was clear contempt in her voice as she seemed to remember something terrible. "I was compelled to my death. I didn't have control of my body. It was as though someone implanted thoughts in my head.

Dawn froze, the feeling familiar. "I've been in this haze as though I'm dreaming. I figured it's a side effect of the blood."

"Your fear sense is dulled. That's how he gets in. He makes you fearless so that nothing stops you from running full speed into death." Flashbacks returned as Deanna recalled some of the most simplistic yet cruel deaths she'd witnessed. "Even now, he's compelled Julip to feel pain. It's his way of torture. He compels us all to obey. And I'm aware the prince has compelled me to fear him more than anything. I'm sorry to say, it's likely his compulsion that has brought you back. He doesn't free anyone, ever, and now that you're back, he has you exactly where he wants you."

"Wants me? For what," Dawn frowned. She knew that fear was proper, but she still couldn’t feel it. "What do I do?"

"Escape. Before it's too late." She was silenced when Semi poked his head into the room.

Quickly, Deanna took Dawn into the bathroom and ran the bath, cleansing her of the sweat and grime. "Go with it," she advised. "Whatever happens, don't make him angry. Don't think about me, Julip, or anything else. At the first chance, hide. I'll do what I can."

"Get her ready," he ordered, disappearing.

Dawn nodded her permission.

Dawn's curls were braided down and tucked neatly, adorned with small white flowers. She was put in a long conservative white and gold dress with heavy gold earrings.

"If things go wrong-"

"It's my own fault," Dawn spoke flatly. She wouldn't dare blame Deanna.

"It's not your fault. His compulsion is strong. Dawn. But if things go wrong and he does, in fact, kill you, I hope you stay dead."

This time around, Dawn was escorted by N'Jadaka himself through the darkened halls where he seemed to float like an apparition in the haunted hallway lit with sconces. Huli and Semi stood stiff and intimidating at the large double doors of the massive banquet hall. It was as magnificent as Dawn recalled, an afro-gothic twist on ancient luxury with the kingdom in white tie coming to a pause in reverence of their charismatic leader. He was hand in hand with her, toting her at his side like an accessory.

"I'll do what I can."

Deanna sighed.

Dawn tried to stop her eyeroll unsuccessfully. Her distaste was palpable. There was a slight smirk on his lips, and the more put off she appeared, the more it entertained him. He was indeed toying with her.

"Welcome," he greeted his audience, exchanging pleasantries as Dawn remained silent. She could feel the shift in power dynamic. The people were bowing to her, though their eyes betrayed a desire to tear her apart.

"Wheel out the main course," Prince N'Jadaka gestured to the opposing double doors across the great room. On cue, the infamous rack appeared, triggering the sight of all that blood. She could smell it. She covered her nose, lost in an intense flashback that had previously been somewhat buried.

"Easy," N'Jadaka whispered, causing the memory to fade once more.

The attention of the crowd was still drawn to the rack as though they'd wheeled out a rich selection of steaks.

"A lovely display of forest fruits indeed," N'Jadaka's dead eyes rested on Dawn's. "Such short lifespans. It's pitiful, really."

"In the interest of manners, I have decided that our honored guest will do the honors this evening," he announced, placing a pristine blade into her palm. He watched her confusion turn to panic. She didn't have the stomach for murder which made it all the more entertaining. Wordlessly, he gestured with the grace of an ancient monarch for her to continue toward the rack of men.

"The empathy you feel," N'Jadaka's eyes burned. "What is that like?"

Cornered, Dawn wandered slowly through the splitting crowd, getting closer and closer to where she didn't want to be. She couldn't even look the condemned in the eye, knowing the brutal details of their impending deaths.

Dawn dropped the blade, the sound of it clanging to the banquet floor like a pin drop in silence.

"You're the damn devil," she muttered as he watched from his throne with crossed legs. Had he always been so deranged, she wondered. "You'll have to find another can opener. I refuse."

Making her way back toward the stage, she shook her head in distaste. She didn't like this side of him. He'd have to pull his head out of his sadistic ass and fuck off somewhere because this was going entirely too far. "Why are you doing this? To prove a point?"

"No, bump that," she retorted. "Where's Julip?"

"It's rude to make us wait," he taunted, still finding entertainment in the scenario he caused.

Dawn nodded. She knew how to wipe that haughty look from his mug.

The prince's light expression faded, and from the corner of her eye, Dawn could see Deanna shake her head, no. Do not make him angry. Just go with it, she'd said, but Dawn couldn't do that. In this moment, there was not an ounce of backdown in her body. She wasn't a murderer or a torturer, and just thinking of what Julip was going through as everyone went on with their festivities was becoming more and more unbearable.

"What did you do to him," she demanded to know.

"Your traitorous beloved is rotting in the dungeon where he belongs. If you're so interested, you can keep him warm in his cell."

"Let him GO," Dawn demanded with authority. Everyone near her stepped back. Deanna cleared her throat aggressively, but Dawn could no longer be contained.

"Is that... an order?"

Dawn looked to the crowd. As thirsty as they'd been moments ago, suddenly, they didn't see her. "Did he compel everyone in this room? For a group of undead, y'all are a little too docile for me. One of your own is being tortured for no other reason than your spoiled brat of a prince is lost in his forever pubescent feelings! That could easily be you or your partners."

It was so quiet that she could've literally heard a pin drop.

"How are you all okay with this," she groaned, eyeing everyone in the vicinity. Frustration boiled over as she pointed aggressively to the rack of men. "And this shit? This is some depraved shit! There are better ways to exist, not like brainless animals with no sense or self-control."

"Stab him."

Dawn picked up the pristine blade from the floor in a smooth motion and drove it swiftly into one man's thigh deep enough for him to groan past the gag and bleed. In shock, she tried to comprehend what she'd just done. Her body had moved on its own before she could realize.

"Again."

Her two hands trembled in their effort to stop themselves. She looked to the prince as sweat beaded on her forehead from the intense physical and mental strain. When he didn't move a centimeter, she pulled the blade from the man's thigh and plunged it in the opposite thigh even deeper, hitting bone. Her small cry of revulsion tremored as the man groaned in agony, sweat falling up his purplish neck and face. Dawn gagged as the blood touched her skin triggering those same intense memories as before. She couldn't look.

"I think you're under the impression that my kingdom is a democracy... Again," N'Jadaka ordered.

The knife sunk into the man's abdomen, and Dawn's knees buckled with the weight of what she was doing. The slick sound of the blade entering flesh, mixed with agonizing grunts, was torture to her ears. She was going to physically be sick.

"STOP THIS," Deanna shrieked as warm crimson spilled down Dawn's forearm. She was seconds from disemboweling a man as her arms shook violently.

"Bring me the blade."

With no control over her body at all, Dawn yanked the knife from the man's gaping stomach, hearing the queasy sound once more. His blood trickled down into a crystal vase as she walked robotically through the parted crowd and up the short column of stairs to the throne. N'Jadaka held out his palm, and she placed the handle of the bloodied blade into it.

"Thank you," his head tilted, "For the wonderful show. Dawn, is it?" His brow raised. "Huli, I don't believe our guest is hungry tonight. Please escort her back to her quarters."

"So I could be in the dungeon with you," sbe heard suddenly. "No thanks."

Just like that and all at once, Dawn was released from her prior compulsions. The haze broke, and Dawn plunged into the icey deep of all the bad and unsavory memories. There were gaps in time. Where had she been for the past year? It felt like she was just waking up from a dream into a nightmare.

Ejected and carried out, she didn't protest when she was locked in her room because her healthy sense of fear was back full-fledged. Instead, she scrubbed her hands and arms in the bathroom over and over until rage took over. The anger, frustration, and fear were too much to bear at once. She smashed a vase of fresh purple flowers that had been left and threw herself across the bed, falling gradually into an angry sleep where she still couldn't escape the rapidly returning memories. There was no reprieve.

"I followed you to death, you can't even follow me to the dungeon?"

"I wouldn't follow you to the kitchen."

Dawn woke gradually to the sound of two bickering voices.

"Why would I? I didn't get you there."

"You didn't get me out, either. Dawn did."

Dawn's eyes popped open. "Julip?" She sat straight to grab his arm, making sure he was really there, no clear words forming. "Are you- Why would-"

"Don't strain your brain, you wouldn't understand," Julip sighed, sinking next to her so close that the entire side of his body was touching hers. "Don't talk. Listen."

"I was wrong," Deanna admitted, a plan hatching in her mind as she locked eyes with the confused Dawn. "You're not still compelled, are you? Wake up, girl. Keep up."

Dawn had unknowingly missed much in her compelled state. According to Deanna, part of the effect of someone being compelled was that it was like communicating with a brick wall. Dawn had simply filtered out parts of the earlier conversations that would have triggered her sooner. Now, she needed to catch up. There had been talk in the palace and movements leading to Julip's release.

"Things aren't as we originally believed," Deanna smirked. She had to start from the beginning.

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