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scribblecake · 7 months

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How I've Missed You

Warnings: NSWF, swearing.

@zeezeecave @shanas-baby @blkbinz @imjusthere2readbruv @mybonafidefeelings @xenaizogie

what even is proofreading at this point?

Pure smut. No plot. Just smut.

I have no excuse. Enjoy(?)

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Rain showered down upon red dirt. Thunder rolled and crashed as cool water washed over thirsting greenery. Nanisca welcomed the calming droplets. They left chilled streaks across her heated flesh while she made her way through thick underbrush.

Hushed determination fueled rippling muscle to move silently over mossy stones, over fallen trunks, and then finally through a gurgling creek. Nanisca only stopped when she came to a small cottage covered in blooming vines. Elation tugged a smile to stoic lips and the general sauntered to its carved front door, giving it three rapid knocks.

Shuffling, then a loud bang followed by a harried “Get lost! We’re closed!” came from within.

Nanisca bit her lip to keep from chuckling. “Even for me?”

Another bang, the clinking glass bottles, then frantic scrambling sounded from behind the door before it was hastily swung open. Peering up at her was a short, slender woman with shoulder-length braids. Bits of dried most and leaves clung to her braids. A variety of mystery concoctions smeared her clothes. Deep brown eyes peered up at Nanisca from thick lashes. Both women froze for a moment. Eyes locked and, for a moment, it was as if the very Earth had stopped breathing…

Then there was an explosion of motion.

Lips crashed together, hands found purchase in muscled curves, bodies locked together like puzzle pieces. The two pulled apart. Breathless gasps steamed the air with a pleasant tension. Anticipation, longing, excitement. So many energies crackled like lightning in the storm between them.

Wordlessly, Nanisca was pulled inside and roughly pushed onto a plush pile of blankets. She couldn’t hold it this time. A chuckle escaped her lips at her lover’s urgency. However when rolling onto her back she was met with an unexpectedly angry glare.

“I haven’t heard a word from you in six months, you ass!”

Nanisca’s smile dropped. “I know…”

“I’ve fucking missed you! I’ve been worried sick!”

The general flinched at the raw pain in her lover’s voice. She hadn't meant to go so long without visiting. But battle, politics, and duty kept her away. The few times Nanisca had to herself, she had been far too exhausted and bruised to make the long trek into the jungle. Her hand reached out to pull her love down into her arms.

“Apologies my darling dove… the palace has been nothing but chaos as of late. Not to mention new trainees that demand the rest of my time, attention, and energy... but I’m here now~” As she spoke, Nanisca placed tender kisses to her love’s collar bones. An unamused hum greeted her in response.

But mere proximity to her love clouded her mind. Nanisca boldly let her strong hands grip at silken thighs. She prayed all that she couldn’t say would translate through her touch. Brown eyes gazed down at her full of warring emotions. Relief, anger, joy, and love, love, love.

Velvety lips kissed at the corner of the warrior’s mouth. “I love you Nani, but for fucks sake!”

Nanisca chuckled lowly before fully entangling herself in her love’s warm body.

“Oh dove. You know not of the pain I had to endure. I’ve had to go about my days aching for you, but unable to drown in you.” Plump lips ghosted over the shell of an ear before the general nipped at its lobe. “I’d love to show you just how much I’ve missed you~”

~***~

“Mh, again~” Nanisca husked. Sweat dripped down her toned body as she panted and rested her chin on her love’s shoulder. Kisses littered every inch of skin available. A sly tongue even made an appearance. It dragged hotly over the soft expanse lain bare before it.

“A-again? Darling, I don’t think I can- mh!~ ... t-that was already m-my fourth…”

Nanisca gave a gentle coo. Her hand came up to work tantalizing patterns on heaving and sensitive breasts. “And I can give you many more. Would you like that, dearest?”

Her lover squirmed in her lap. A lustful ‘yes’ escaped the flushed and sweaty woman. “Mmh, but a small rest first.”

Nanisca couldn’t help but smirk to herself. How lucky she was to have such a beauty desperately needy for her. Reluctant hands withdrew themselves as shuddering forms shifted to sit upright.

Outside, the rhythmic driving of pouring skies added a comfortable layer of static to fill the space. Rain combined with the heat of the day resulted in steamy heat in the small cottage. Sex saturated the air with its heady scent. Wanton desire and passion ignited to near sinful levels, leaving Nanisca wanting to make a mess of her woman all over again.

Yet she forced herself to stay still. Instead the warrior shifted to grab a jug of water that was kept to the side of the bed and passed it to her love. Sensual calm spread over the duo as they caught their breath. Though throbbing heat persisted in Nanisca’s core. It begged for attention. Demanded it.

“Dove, I’d very much like to have you again.”

The other woman paused. A sparkle that the warrior knew all too well, shimmered in her eyes. Then a hand lifted, “Come and take me then, warrior.” she breathed with a crook of her finger.

Lust coiled and Nanisca sprung to action. She surged forward, all rippling muscles and impatience. The next few hours were spent with both women completely entangled in one another. True to her word, Nanisca showered her sweet dove with release after release while basking in touch herself.

The warrior lost herself in the pleasure those gentle hands gave her. They clawed at her back, caressed sweetly at her jaw, twisted her budding nipples and made her feel the love she craved. Her hands slid down slender legs to grab them at their ankles. Kneeling on her knees she hooked the legs up and over her shoulders.

Her love now lay half suspended with her glistening cunt presented to the ceiling. Nanisca wasted no time in burying her face in the sopping folds. Fervent sucks and an agile tongue filled the room with sinful music. Each desperate lap was harmonized with wet slurping that drove them both wild.

Eyes rolled back. Breathy moans split the air. The general let the sticky sweet nectar coat her mouth. She fully submitted to it. How she missed this taste! Nanisca let the sapid juices soak her cheeks and chin before fixing her lips around a swollen clit. Her cheeks hollowed with suction, ripping a wail from her upside down lover. The woman in question held a blissed out expression on her face. Tears dotted the corners of her doe eyes.

However, the warrior’s own need made itself known again. Aching throbs jolted her core and made it weep with arousal. A growl rumbled deep in her chest as she arched forward to lay her love on the flat of her back. An arm hooked down to lift a leg. Nanisca burned with want as she hovered her dripping center over her beloved’s.

Lower lips kissed. Heat boiled against wet heat in an explosion of pure ecstacy. Sensation jolted pleasure up the warrior’s spine. Hips canted forward as sinful groans escaped them both. Sweat dotted her brow, dripping down her abdomen while it flexed with the steady pace she set. Nanisca threw her head back at the unbridled euphoria that coursed through her body.

Breathy whines sounded from beneath her. They grew in pitch and frequency with each thrust of the general’s hips. Silken hands climbed their way up her stomach to rub electrifying circles on her swollen nipples, drawing out deep groans.

The warrior angled herself downward, “I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this. so. many. times.” she growled while pointing each word with a thrust. “The sheer amount of times I’ve had to sit in the council with your moans echoing in my mind, it's shameful really…”

A whine warbled from her lover’s throat. The other woman could only buck her hips weakly in response. Arousal tightened in Nanisca’s core. Hips snapped forward and began to command a mind numbing pace. She angled herself so that their dripping buds rubbed against each other constantly. Her core clenched as she hurtled towards her release.

The general was vaguely aware that the bed was shaking violently. Maybe even a little too much. The headboard banged out an obscene rhythm as it hit the wall. It was oddly satisfying for Nanisca’s ego. Though smug gratification quickly morphed to panic, then all consuming cockiness.

C R A C K !

T H U D !

C R A S H !

Gravity and momentum threw Nanisca forward and down as the bed fell down from under her knees. Legs hooked around her waist and she threw caution to the wind. Without missing a beat the thrusts continued.

“You broke my fucking bed!~”

“Yes.”

“You shedemon! Dont fucking stop!~”

And just like that they were tumbling over the edge into oblivion. Coils of arousal snapped, unleashing torrents of boiling wetness. Cores spasmed and clenched, breath stuttered and gasped, all while loud cries split through the hazy twilight.

Nanisca’s chest heaved. She rolled onto her back, drawing her love’s languid frame into her arms. Breathless and satisfied post sex tranquility weighed their limbs.

Rain gently tapped a soothing melody on dense undergrowth. It lulled the pair into comfortable silence as they soaked in each other’s company. After a while, Nanisca felt a shift in her arms and she met flashing eyes with her own. Lips twisted into a mischievous smirk.

“I don’t think I’ve quite gotten your point… how much did you really miss me?”

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thundergrace · 2 years

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Vanity Fair: Viola, I think viewers will be amazed by your beefed-up physical transformation. You really trained hard to play General Nanisca.

Viola Davis: We started intensely a few months before shooting—four hours a day, five days a week. Weight training, sprinting, martial arts, and weaponry training for the machete. I like to say that I was the OG warrior. [Laughs.]

Vanity Fair: The battle scenes in the film appear to be graphic, and culturally specific. We see dark-skinned Black women with well-oiled bodies, muscles, and serrated fingernails that are used as murder weapons.

Prince-Bythewood: My approach was that you don’t need to add anything to the story. These women were fascinating and didn’t need to be embellished or glossy. I wanted it to be real and visceral and raw.

Vanity Fair: Will it be difficult for the average American moviegoer to digest these images of ferociously powerful, dark-skinned female warriors? I kept thinking as I watched the early footage that Black women have never been seen this way onscreen before.

Prince-Bythewood: If you can digest Avatar, then you can digest this.

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etherealiss · 1 year

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Midnight Whiskey Confessions.

Izogie x Black!OC

Summary: After a hard day of training, Izogie’s daily whiskey indulgence led her to a face-to-face confrontation with her destiny.

Warning: There’s romantic yearning, good old fashioned pining, some whiskey-induced fluff kisses.

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: For all of my Izogie stans, I see you. This is for you. It is a simple addition into the beautiful pond of writing I’ve seen so far in the tag alone. I hope my contribution is enough. The gif credit belongs to filmreel. Enjoy! 😊

Starry nights spent under the Dahomey skies were beautiful. As the stars danced against a dark blue backdrop, the moon cast her milky white light over the entire village. The townsfolk bathed in her wonderful glow, feeling eternally grateful to see her performance up close.

Around this time, the Agojie—Dahomey’s strongest female warrior brigade—had successfully wrapped up another long day of sword combat with its newest recruits.

Izogie, the head teacher of various combat lessons, took great pride in her reputation of sharpening the senses of each new warrior. They were malleable clay in her eyes.

She was General Nanisca’s firm right-hand. Her relentless spirit in the heat of battle would only add to her legacy. Her brute strength in the daily bouts against the male guards were the talk of the village. Many of the trainees aspired to become like her. Every eye in the village square refused any attempts to make eye contact whenever she sauntered past.

There was a rule spreading throughout the town of how commonfolk were expected to act in the presence of an Agojie warrior.

“The king doesn’t allow us to look upon the Agojie.”

Except there was one person who worked on bending that sacred rule.

Deja was part of the kitchen staff stationed inside of the palace walls. As one of the main cooks on duty, her job was albeit a simple one: feed as many Agojie soldiers and trainees until the night ends. After tedious preparation, she would serve the food alongside another member. But on some incredibly rare nights, she would assume the role alone to scoop up servings into bowls like a well-oiled machine.

Tonight was that kind of night.

The line of soldiers wrapped around the small structure stationed out in the open near the dark red clay buildings. Combat practice ended without a hitch as the women’s stomachs touched their spines from hunger. Without missing a beat, Deja scooped up the portions into the offered bowls, casting a quick upward glance in assurance of its contents making it into their hand before looking back down.

She would usually tune out their passing conversations, respecting the sanctity of the sisterhood’s gossip. Though it was the sound of three distinct voices which made her throw several glances in their general direction.

“Ey, you’ve got to admit it! Nanisca has gotten a bit softer towards Nawi since we scared the Oyo with our tribute!” Amenza laughed, pushing her elbow into Nanisca’s left arm.

The general rubbed her temples with nimble fingers, the weight of exhaustion softening her rough exterior. “She was disobeying direct orders of a plan I set forth. She could have gotten herself killed. Or worse.”

Deja’s eyes flitted towards the third individual standing behind Nanisca and awaited her response with bated breath, not realizing the distraction impacted her usual flawless performance.

“I remember when you would toss me, a little trainee, across the ground if I even parted my lips with an objection. Little Tsetse is clearly buzzing her way around into your heart, Nanisca.”

From Izogie’s lips, she emitted tiny buzzing noises and earned the boisterous laughter of the two women in front of her. It was in Deja’s line they would shed the load of their strong demeanor and embraced the softness of each other’s company.

The sharpness of their spears were replaced by the presence of Izogie’s snide jabs at their obvious character flaws. Even Deja found herself giggling quietly at their banter each time they came around.

Deja’s year-long, one-sided crush on Nanisca’s right-hand ailed her spirits. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when these feelings came to fruition. Or how astute her senses were when Izogie floated across the palace floor. All she knew was the sound of Izogie’s stern voice delivering a command rattled her entire foundation. The more she would sneak glances at Izogie, the stronger her feelings grew. Her only choice was to lock them away inside of a cold gated prison. Above all else, Deja knew the rule.

“The king doesn’t allow us to look upon the Agojie.”

It haunted her beyond reason.

Deja shook her head twice to regain her focus of the task at hand. These feelings belonged on a high shelf from her mind’s reach. It was a danger to her work. And Izogie could never see her as a romantic prospect. Their worlds were light years away from each other. That was the natural order.

As the line continued moving forward, the three women finally landed in front of Deja’s pot with audible growls singing from their stomachs in perfect harmony.

“My favorite part of the day,” General Nanisca said through an easy smile. She handed Deja her bowl, watching her scoop the rice and meat with careful intent. Deja glanced quickly at her hand and offered a silent head bow.

Amenza’s mouth watered. “It is a gift to partake in Deja’s wonderful cooking with our sisters-in-arms. Don’t you agree, Izogie?”

After serving Amenza back her bowl, Deja choked on an inhale once the next hand extended forth her dish in pure anticipation. Her acute senses as a cook failed her. She no longer smelled the many spices she used this morning to prepare for dinner.

The heavenly scent of freshly scooped shea butter mixed with palm oil permeated the air around her in silent waves. It belonged to Izogie. It was her signature scent to command.

Deja tilted her head up slightly, even if it meant bearing witness to the illusion of Izogie standing there with trained eyes focused solely on her.

“Yes. Everyone knows I will only eat on the nights Deja cooks. She knows exactly how I like my meat,” Izogie answered, looking straight ahead at the sweaty cook. Their eyes locked on each other immediately.

It didn’t dawn on Deja that Izogie knew her name. Or how the intonation of Deja’s name rolling from her lips reminded her of freshly poured honey. Knots unfurled in Deja’s stomach upon taking an eyeful of Izogie’s hunky appearance. If she was going to commit to breaking a sacred rule, she would relish the forbidden taste of the bounty before it was snatched away.

Izogie wore her warrior outfit with pride. Her biceps protruded from under the gold band adorned on either side, which was accompanied by a simple shell band. Numerous scars from battle and training alike were dusted across the canvas of her rich dark skin. Two particular scars caught Deja’s attention.

One was imbued on the right side of her neck, extending down towards her collarbone. The second scar was carved above her right shoulder blade. Seeing them up this close made Deja question their existence. If they could talk, they would whisper the many tales of Izogie the Conqueror, the undefeated champion of Dahomey.

The gods took their time with this one, Deja thought.

Izogie licked her lips, a dangerous act to initiate as a warrior. Deja was the first one to break eye contact and forced herself to gaze upon her hand instead. Long nails sharpened to a fine point piqued her interest further. Even after she knowingly broke the king’s only rule, Deja’s courage dissipated. She held the bowl out for Izogie to reach and willed herself into breathing normally again.

What the cook wasn’t expecting was for Izogie’s fingers slowly gliding over hers, delivering the final blow to Deja’s resolve. The painful pang inside of her heart resonated through her bones. These feelings only caused trouble. Deja needed their existence extracted from her body altogether.

“Thank you, Izogie,” she finally spoke, taking heed of the rule by casting her eyes downward. She hoped Izogie wouldn’t see through her facade. Their dance would soon be over after this exchange. “I’m always happy to hear any reviews of my cooking. Your kind words are not lost on me. I’ll strive to make an even better meal tomorrow.”

After tidying up the kitchen area on the training grounds, Deja hurried back to her room. The ticking time bomb of tears was uncertain. But being in Izogie’s presence earlier was the obvious catalyst for their near arrival. Once she entered in the familiarity of those four walls, Deja permitted herself to crumble completely.

Large teardrops clouded her vision, which signaled the commencement of her nightly sobbing session. No one ever told her how intense it was to shoulder unrequited feelings. She never weighed the price of losing her physical strength to be in close proximity of her crush. Her heart never carried this big of a burden before.

On beautiful starry nights like this, Deja was curled up in her bed. Her beautiful dark skin contrasted the green patterned dress she wore as she bathed under the slivers of moonlight. She wished for the gods to take away the beating of her heart.

And soon, sleep washed her tears away.

It was well past midnight as most of the king’s guard was snoring the night away. The halls should have remained quiet. But two hours into her slumber, she woke up to a pair of noisy bare feet stomping across the smooth clay floor. Then, a disembodied voice—the same voice she spent an hour crying over—spoke up in a failed whisper.

“Deja, I request your company at once! You and I must speak now.”

As she stirred from her bed, Deja thought it was still the plot to one of her many vivid dreams. Her headwrap fell off in the middle of her thrashing, revealing her messy shoulder length twists. Usually Deja hid them away, but a touch of sleep convinced her this was part of the dream.

She walked to the cloth separating her room from the hallway and pushed it open with one hand, completely unaware of her heart stuttering at the sight in front of her.

Izogie was still radiant in her warrior attire, but her two machetes weren’t attached to either side of her hips. She was never unarmed during her nighttime patrol. Her oiled black skin shimmered in the fractals of lit palace torches, the forbidden sight meant to be consumed by Deja’s eyes. Her usual hardened stare softened the moment she lay her eyes upon the sleepy cook. Something must have happened.

Deja leaned forward to make sure no one else was awakened by Izogie’s loud announcement, fixing her gaze to the ground. “Izogie? This couldn’t wait until sunrise?”

“Y-Your hair,” she coughed. “I’ve never seen it like this before.”

“Forgive me, but I heard how urgent you were calling for me. Have I done something to upset you?”

“Yes. May I come in?”

Her brisk answer silenced Deja. She held the cloth and stepped to the side to grant Izogie access across her sacred threshold. The faint smell of distilled alcohol wafted past Deja’s nose, piquing her curiosity further. She heard from another staff member, Cerys, about the cases retrieved by the soldiers. Never once did she think about how Izogie would indulge in its rancid taste.

Alcohol was known for altering realities.

Once inside, Deja released the fabric and positioned herself to stand in front of the soldier. Her eyes fell again to the red floor. There was a brief silence shared between them, neither willing to break away from it.

Soon, Izogie cleared her throat. “Do you know what you did?”

Deja shook her head slowly, refusing to look up. Izogie blew a large gust of wind from her mouth before letting out a chuckle.

“You looked at me, Deja. You broke the king’s only rule and I deserve to know why.”

She swallowed down the dry bubble in her throat. “I cannot say.”

“You will.”

“Izogie. Please, don’t make me say it.” The tears bubbled to the surface and threatened to fall again.

Her fingers gingerly cupped Deja’s chin, forcing her to meet the pool of chocolate browns she could spend hours getting lost in. The thought of being guided under her slight hand wasn’t lost on Deja now.

Izogie was Deja’s undoing.

“There it is,” Izogie whispered, allowing her shaky thumb to graze the corner of Deja’s lips. She was teetering closer to danger. “The look in your eyes tells me everything I need to know.”

“I’ll get rid of them, Izogie!” Deja blubbered out, fresh tears spilling down past her cheeks. “I’ll banish my heart far away from my reach and never look at you again. If it is my punishment, I will obey.”

Izogie blinked in astonishment and halted her thumb over Deja’s lower lip. She took in Deja’s tears, committing the scene to memory before shutting her eyes for a moment. “Punishment? You thought I came here tonight under the cover of night to punish you?”

“It’s the only reason I can dream you into being in front of me now.”

Izogie opened her eyes. “What do you mean dream?”

Deja brought her hand to Izogie’s wrist, wrapping her fingers around it. “I’ll tell you why I broke the rule. I’m sure you’re dying to know why a second-rate cook took a chance and stole a glance at the general’s best soldier.”

Izogie remained silent as Deja went on. “These feelings inside of me, I can’t quite describe it. All I know is I would like to be in your presence all of the time. I want to feel your fingers caress me and collapse into your warm embrace at the end of the day. I want to be able to make you laugh. I want to be the reason behind your smiles. I want to keep feeding you until you tire of my cooking. I wish to be important to you. I’ll wage a thousand wars and endure punishment from the gods if it means I can look at you. And I don’t want anyone else. My heart desires you. I like you. There, I’ve said it.”

Deja drew out a long breath and dropped her hand from Izogie’s wrist, thinking the dream sequence ended here. But the cloudy haze of sleep robbed her of witnessing Izogie disappear as an apparition. Instead, the real Izogie stood in place with her thick brows raised from shock.

“I am not asleep, am I?”

Izogie shook her head, the same face adorned with pure confusion only few can produce from her.

Before she could explain her way out of the wordy confession, Izogie dropped her hand and fell to her knees. Deja came down to her level and clapped her hands together to slide them in front of her mouth. Whether it was a prayer to the gods or a repentance from the woman she loved, Deja knew everything was ruined.

Her first thought was to shift blame onto the alcohol.

“You drank from the white man’s port, didn’t you?” she questioned, finally scanning Izogie’s eyes for a hint of truth.

Izogie gulped. “It is the only good thing they brought. It is called whiskey.”

“What does it taste like?”

“Bitter at first. Though, I find the taste turns sweeter as you drink more from the bottle.”

“And how much did you drink tonight?”

“Enough to get me here to you.”

General Nanisca’s right-hand was properly intoxicated. She sat in front of Deja, willing to answer any question thrown her way. For the first time ever, the odds shifted in her favor of winning the unofficial war they sparred in.

“Who did you drink with? You couldn’t have possibly had this whiskey drink alone.”

Izogie traced the remnants of the clear liquid with a swipe from her tongue and giggled. Her demeanor was unlike the brute soldier she presented herself as every day. “One of the trainees I brought in from town, Nawi, took a gulp and puckered up her face like a fish. Can you believe it? Finally, I found a way to shut that tongue up!”

“Ey, the poor girl was tricked! She didn’t stand a chance against you.”

“The first rule of training: always obey Izogie,” she patted the middle of her chest, accepting the whiskey’s effects with open arms. “I am Izogie!”

“You are a terribly loud influence,” Deja groaned.

“And you… You are incredible, Deja.”

Deja stared incredulously at Izogie as she swayed side to side, showcasing her drunken smile. She couldn’t understand the depth of Izogie’s reaction.

“The power you exude hasn’t been stolen from you. I can see it,” Izogie said as she steadied herself, eyes holding the cook’s gaze. “How is it that you can stand there and profess your love for me when I’ve come to tell you, the keeper of my heart, that I am rendered powerless against you?”

Deja’s prayer filled hands dropped into her lap, a sigh escaping her parted lips. “Keeper of your heart?”

Izogie crawled forward, resigned to surrender under Deja’s careful, tender touch. She rested her head on top of Deja’s opened hands as the weight of her body relaxed to the floor. Here it was, she experienced the most serene moment of existence. She was home.

“I came here tonight to tell you how I couldn’t hide my feelings any longer. Seeing the way you looked at me during dinner, I was weakened. I win every single challenge thrown at my feet. But for you, I am at your mercy.”

“Izogie, you can’t mean that,” Deja whispered.

“Whether you believe me or not—and I sincerely hope that you do—I have been looking your way ever since you started working at the Dahomey Palace. But you never looked at me. I assumed it’s because you heard of how the townsfolk can never look directly at us,” Izogie paused. “I broke the rules a long time ago when I found myself falling for you.”

Deja pulled her hands from under her crush’s head and fiddled away at her short nails. In the distance, thunder boomed across the sky. The downpour of rain would shower over the village grounds soon. And Izogie’s words were out in the open for Deja to see, but she wouldn’t receive it.

“What does that mean for us?”

Izogie lifted both of her hands and grabbed Deja’s arms. As she tightened her grip, the sharp tips of her nails punctured tiny holes of blood through Deja’s skin. It wouldn’t leave behind any scarred tissue.

“Deja,” Izogie baited her with the likeness of her name rolling off her whiskey coated tongue. She waited so long to hear it from her lips. “I like you. Everything you said in your confession is what my heart desires for us too. You don’t have to banish your feelings away from your heart anymore. I want to be with you. I wish to explore this love by your side.”

“But behind these walls, I am not allowed to look at you. I know the rule. I am not an exception.”

“You are mistaken,” Izogie breathed out a sigh, her hands releasing their hold and returning back to her sides. “The king’s rule only applies to the outsiders. Once you pass through those doors and live within the palace halls, your eyes are free to roam wherever.”

Deja didn’t know that part. “This whole time—”

“We could have locked eyes every waking moment over the past year. There would have been no judgment. And there is no punishment I wish to inflict on you after finally looking at me.”

The air returned to Deja’s lungs once she sucked in a quick breath. There was no special circumstance to a rule given from the inside of a palace. Its existence was nullified. She was free to look at the love of her life without living a life shrouded in shame and tearful regret.

“Then why did you come here?”

“My punishment needs to be delivered by your hand,” Izogie admitted, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “I should have loved you out loud. You can blame the whiskey if you want, but I wish to make a small, selfish request for my sentence.”

Deja ushered her to continue with a stern nod. “I want to spend a lifetime with you. This time, I’ll be the one waging a war against the gods. If it is my punishment, I will obey.”

She placed both of her hands on Izogie’s face, carefully, allowing her thumbs to rub around the apples of her cheeks. Soft patters of a light rain against the roof drummed away the rest of Deja’s worries.

“Punishments can wait. Nothing in this world would make me happier than being yours.”

Izogie’s smile was a sight to behold. Her happiness was infectious to those in her vicinity. “You were always mine.”

Deja’s fingers traveled down to the side of Izogie’s neck and slid over the mark which caught her curiosity earlier. The smoothness of the scarred tissue beneath her touch was nothing close to what she imagined. Deja held Izogie’s attention, her eyes searching for the unwritten answer among the stars.

“I must be honest about my fascination with your battle scars. They are my favorite part of you. I wish to familiarize myself with the existence of every single one of them. Every story behind them will be mine to carry.”

“Ey. Don’t make such bold statements. You are not under the whiskey’s influence.”

“No. Just yours,” Deja said in the midst of a smile, gliding her fingers along Izogie’s hard collarbone. “Since we’re making our requests known, can I ask you for something before the whiskey’s magic spell wears off?”

“My love, you could ask me to burn the world in your name. I would do anything.”

“My world has already been set ablaze,” she chuckled. “Am I allowed to kiss you now?”

Izogie blinked away her surprise. “Do you really need to ask?”

“I’m giving you the chance to oppose your destiny. I was told a warrior’s consent is the bridge used to build the most sacred bond of trust.”

“Who told you that? Amenza?” Izogie arched one of her perfect thick brows. “Are you aiming to be part of the Agojie?”

“No, no, no. I want you to honor me as the keeper of your heart. Now,” Deja leaned down, maintaining a healthy gap between their lips, “do I have your permission to kiss you?”

Uncontrollable laughter bubbled from Izogie’s mouth and shook her entire body, serving as a reminder of why Deja yearned to be next to her in the first place.

“Yes. A thousand times, yes.”

Deja closed the gap between their mouths in one fell swoop, commencing the drums of their heartbeats together on one accord. Even with closed eyes, their hearts guided the movement of the kiss. There was an insatiable craving stirring inside of her. Maybe it was the softness of Izogie’s lips which coaxed it alive. Perhaps, it brought Deja’s hidden desires off of the highest shelf and delivered it straight into her tattered hands.

Their lips parted to regain the rhythm of their breathing, but the dance began again as the bitter, intoxicating taste of whiskey on Izogie’s tongue consumed Deja’s thoughts. She slid the tip along Deja’s upper lip, briefly poking it into her mouth once their lips connected.

The warrior learned how much pressure would be necessary to unravel the poor cook, easily stripping her lover of the strength she once possessed. Deja knew her opponent studied the nature of her delighted reactions, especially when she was this close to her target. She broke away from their intense kiss in a heated daze, pressing a series of pecks along Izogie’s jaw and brought them over onto her right cheek.

Izogie went and found the purest source of unrefined sugar disguised as the gorgeous black angel hovering above her. The unsuspected move to shower her face with wet kisses rendered her speechless. She broke out in fits of laughter, enveloping the two lovers in state of unbridled bliss.

The war ended on a mutual agreement to establish new terms for peace. Kissing Deja was Izogie’s new purpose. And Deja promised Izogie a lifetime of learning the stories behind each scar, old and new. The world would go on without them.

And Izogie savored her reward with great reverence.

Deja pulled herself back, finally mustering enough willpower between the two of them. Izogie’s eyes slowly batted open as her signature sheepish grin wiped away any ill thoughts of the day before. The sight of her covered in the various kiss marks earned a nod of approval from the artist herself. Deja loved her new canvas.

“You should prepare yourself for early morning training, my golden warrior. We’ll discuss the parameters of your punishment during my lunch break.”

Whiskey was a truth-telling serum delivered overseas. It was the only thing the traders deemed worthy because of its magical properties of subduing the tongues of even the strongest soldiers.

“And I will obey,” Izogie said. “All I ask is that you will remind me of this moment. When I wake in your quarters a few hours from now, I fear I won’t remember what damage has been done on this battlefield. Or which one of us emerged victorious.”

Deja dragged one finger over her brow and pressed another kiss against the bone with an air of ease. She watched as her love flipped onto her side with closed eyes, nuzzling her cheek against Deja’s thick thigh. The whiskey’s magic spell was slowly lifting. Sleep would come for her soon.

“I promise you, Izogie. I won’t let you forget to collect your spoils from war.”

#izogie #izogie x oc #the woman king #the woman king izogie #I did my sacred duty towards the other 10 izogie stans on this app🫡#and it was so much fun to write this I can’t lie

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You are called to join the king’s guard.

We fight or we die. We fight for Dahomey. For our sisters. For our great king. You will be revered, you will be paid for your work. Your opinions will be heard. No tribe or kingdom in all of Africa shares this privilege. For this honor, we live out our lives in these palace walls. We take no husbands, we will bear no children.

#The Woman King #Nanisca #Izogie #Amenza #Agojie #General Nanisca #Mahi Village #Mahi #Dahomey #Fight #Video

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Viola Davis as General Nanisca in The Woman King (2022)

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fibula-rasa · 23 days

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Favorite New-to-me Films—March ‘24

(listed in order pictured above, L to R)

READ on BELOW the JUMP!

Forbidden Fruit (1921)

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C.B. DeMille and Jeanie MacPherson’s second swing at this modernized Cinderella story about overcoming a bad husband, now with eye-popping fantasy sequences designed by Natacha Rambova. [Gif sets incoming!]

Mary Maddock (Agnes Ayres) does seamstress work and takes in laundry to support her layabout, no-goodnik husband. Her wealthy clients (Kathlyn Williams & Theodore Roberts) hatch a scheme to use a social event to settle a business deal with handsome young entrepreneur Nelson Rogers (Forrest Stanley). Mary accepts the job to keep Rogers occupied, with the unintended consequence of the two falling in love. When Mary’s husband makes a surprise appearance, the jig is up. But, after her husband’s chicanery has deadly consequences, Mary and Rogers are free to live happily ever after. CW: a pet bird is killed.

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The Woman King (2022)

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Giving an epic treatment to fitting subject matter, Gina Prince-Bythewood, Maria Bello, and Dana Stevens tell the story of the Agojie, a real-life group of warriors from the kingdom of Dahomey in West Africa, and General Nanisca (Viola Davis), a fictional leader of the warriors. The Woman King has a creative approach to history, to which a lot of critical attention has been paid—it’s certainly worth seeking education on relevant historical topics.

That said, it was a gutsy and risky proposition to tell a story tied into the Transatlantic slave trade focused entirely on the West African and Portuguese side for an American (and English speaking) audience. Also, as an avid fan of Xena: Warrior Princess and the Eddas/sagas of Iceland and Scandinavia, I appreciated the filmmakers taking a legendary approach to this location and time period. In its deliberately extra-historical engagement with history, The Woman King also brought to mind for me Senegalese filmmaker Ousmane Sembène‘s Ceddo (1971), which I highly recommend. (Obviously the films have wildly different tones/styles tho!)

As you might imagine from the description, heavy CWs for violence (including SA), blood, and slavery.

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Why Change Your Wife? (1920)

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A month ago, I wouldn’t have believed you if you told me that I’d be putting not one but two DeMille movies on my new-to-me favorites list! I initially watched them as reference for the cosplay I mentioned in the last monthly round-up post, but ended up enjoying both! Often there are elements of DeMille’s films that hamper my ability to enjoy them fully, whether it’s goofy class politics (hello Saturday Night), racist depictions (hi The Woman God Forgot, which I also watched for the first time this past month), or that I simply rarely enjoy christian bible epics.

That’s not to say Why Change Your Wife? is somehow perfect—it features pretty sexist attitudes. But, having learned a little bit about DeMille’s unconventional marriage, I see it less of a story of wives failing and more of a story about how two people who have a solid partnership can lose themselves when they lose each other. Here I’m referring to the first part of the film, before Swanson’s Beth and Meighan’s Robert get divorced. Beth isn’t being true to herself when she’s on her mental-improvement kick—there are sufficient details thrown in that show that she and Robert have drifted apart and she’s responding to it by morphing into a maiden aunt type. The film could’ve made Robert’s role in their marriage’s demise a little more overt, but I do think DeMille and screenwriters Olga Printzlau, Sada Cowan, and William DeMille must have been concerned about the American public’s response to a story that normalizes divorce in 1920. For context, we didn’t have no-fault divorce here in the US until the 1970s.

Anyway, why should you watch it? Gloria Swanson and Bebe Daniels offer fun and energetic characterizations as the two Mrs. Gordons, and they share a pretty wild fight scene. The costumes by Natacha Rambova are funky and interesting. The film features an absolutely adorable dog too! (If anyone recognizes the dog please LMK!) [Gif sets for this film are also on the way!]

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Intohimon vallassa (1947)

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Teuvo Tulio don’t miss.

The heir to the biggest farm in the county, Aino (Regina Linnanheimo), is forced into an arranged marriage, but the man she really loves, Olavi (Kullervo Kalske), sticks around and becomes the town blacksmith. Years pass and Aino’s husband becomes an alcoholic and an abuser. Olavi keeps his distance as Aino’s marriage implodes in a particularly disturbing fashion. CW: domestic abuse, alcoholism, implied death of dog

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem (2023)

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Look at me watching more than one movie this year that was made in this century! Anyways, I’ve been a turtle fan as long as I can remember (photographic evidence below) and I love that the comics have been re-adapted so well in the last 15 or so years for younger generations. (The 2012 show is very cute btw, worth checking out especially if you have kids.)

This take features a unique and kinetic animation style with an accessible story touching on what makes someone an outcast and how both adults and kids can navigate that. Mutant Mayhem features probably my new favorite depictions of April and of Splinter. Also, even though the non-turtle characters are almost all celebrity voice actors, the voice acting quality is very high.

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Montana Moon (1930)

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Sweet romantic story with comedic elements about a millionaire’s willful daughter (Joan Crawford) who, fleeing an awkward situation on a train ride with her family, runs into a cowboy (Johnny Mack Brown). The two quickly fall in love and are married, but the newlyweds face challenges when the differences in their lifestyles come into sharp relief. I love Crawford’s costuming and styling in this and her performance elevates the material. There are extended sequences with classic country-western music tho, so if that grates on you, you might want to take a pass on this one.

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Leda – The Fantastic Adventure of Yohko (1985)

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Yoko Asagiri is a young girl struggling to confess her feelings to the boy she likes. She decides to confess via a song she composed herself, but the song turns out to be a key to another world. Yoko teams up with a talking dog and a tiny warrior girl with a giant robot to fight the villainous Zell, who wants to use Yoko’s song to conquer her world. The animation and designs are top-notch as is the music. I personally enjoyed all of the Oz vibes suffused throughout the OVA.

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Tomatos Another Day (1934)

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Also known as “It Never Happened,” this is ostensibly a short film about a woman carrying on an affair and said affair being discovered by her husband. What Tomatos Another Day actually is is a send up of early talkies conceived and executed by independent filmmaker James Sibley Watson Jr. and collaborator Alec Wilder. If you’ve been around my blog for a while, you probably already know that I love Watson’s Fall of the House of Usher (1928) [Gifs/Stills]. However, I haven’t seen much else of his work! Thankfully, Eastman House has preserved and digitized a couple of his films and I plan on watching more soon. The link above has the short film with an introduction and outtakes!

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Past Lives (2023)

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Past Lives is a quiet but emotionally-rich love story by Celine Song that spans decades but also a single eventful week. I loved the way that the story was structured and how much the film relied on thoughtful pauses to communicate complicated emotions. The actors, Greta Lee, Teo Yoo, and John Magaro, all put in great work here. If you haven’t seen it yet, but plan to watch it, prepare to cry a bit.

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The Mind Reader (1933)

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Warren William plays a carny with a different gimmick for every town in the midwest. When the Depression affects his take, he and his cohorts, Frank (Alan Jenkins) and Sam (Clarence Muse), come up with a new scheme: fortune telling. As Chandra the Great, the crew start to rake it in, but when Chandra falls for an upright citizen (Constance Cummings), the scheme and their freedom is put in jeopardy.

I’m not accustomed to William playing this particular brand of sleazebag, but he really kills it as Chandra/Chandler/Munro. I appreciated how creative and adventurous the cinematography and editing is—not an especially common trait for pre-code films. I also made some still sets for the film!

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Honorable Mention: Hard to Handle (1933) [letterboxd | imdb]

This film gets honorable mention because while I didn’t think it was particularly good, a few call outs are deserved. The bad: the plot was unnecessarily convoluted and the recurring sequences with fat people were iffy at best. The better: Ruth Donnelly shines as the comedically base mother of Mary Brian and she even gets to do a bit of physical comedy. Donnelly, Brian, and Cagney have a nice chemistry together throughout. In terms of costuming, the matching outfits of Brian and Donnelly are funny, but made funnier by the sheer quantity of mother-daughter ensembles they wear. The neutral: the film is packed with topical Depression-era references: notably Florida investment swindles and trends like dance marathons and the grapefruit diet. All-in-all, the filmmakers could have done less and achieved more.

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The only big post I completed this month was a massive undertaking: Lost, but Not Forgotten: Omar Khayyam / A Lover’s Oath and a timeline for the film’s production and release.

Otherwise, I made themed gif and still sets from:

Torture Garden (1967)

The Marriage Circle (1924)

Le Altre (1969)

The Mind Reader (1933)

As for April, the cosplay I mentioned should be up very soon. If I have the time, both Lost, but Not Forgotten and How’d They Do That should have new installments posted and I have a few movies/shows on my themed gif/still agenda.

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THE WOMAN KING – Official Trailer

The Woman King is the remarkable story of the Agojie, the all-female unit of warriors who protected the African Kingdom of Dahomey in the 1800s with skills and a fierceness unlike anything the world has ever seen. Inspired by true events, The Woman King follows the emotionally epic journey of General Nanisca (Viola Davis) as she trains the next generation of recruits and readies them for battle against an enemy determined to destroy their way of life. Some things are worth fighting for.

Directed by: Gina Prince-Bythewood

See The Woman King rise exclusively in cinemas September 16.

#The Woman King #trailer #Viola Davis #Gina Prince Bythewood #Jayme Lawson #Lashana Lynch #John Boyega #Sheila Atim #Thuso Mbedu #Adrienne Warren #Jordan Bolger #Masali Baduza #Jimmy Odukoya #Nanisca

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Quando você passa pelos corredores da academia, todos se atentam aos seus passos, afinal é a grande AISSATOU “AISHA” MAIMOUNA YACINE SIMAKHA NDOUR, o princesa do SENEGAL, tendo nascido em DAKAR. Mesmo sendo PERFECCIONISTA e RANCOROSA, você conseguiu chegar ao NONO ANO, porque também é bastante DETERMINADA e ALTRUÍSTA ainda com a tenra idade de VINTE E SEIS ANOS. Dizem que se parece com RYAN DESTINY, mas são apenas boatos!

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pinterest.

desenvolvimento.

wanted tag.

𝐭 𝐞 𝐚 𝐬 𝐞 𝐫 .

Aisha era a filha perfeita para os soberanos do Senegal: obediente, estudiosa, devota de Allah e preocupada com o seu povo. Quando entrou na Academia Real Preparatória, logo começou a escalar nos círculos sociais até se tornar a nobre mais popular do instituto, cheia de amigos, admiradores, contatos e pessoas que, por vários motivos, sentiam-se em dívida com ela. Tinha tudo para se tornar uma grande rainha, até o dia em que seu tio assassinou o rei e tomou o poder em um golpe militar. Aisha e sua mãe foram poupadas por serem mulheres, o sexo frágil, é claro, mas ambas juraram fazer todo o possível para retomarem o trono.

𝐬 𝐭 𝐚 𝐭 𝐬 .

MBTI: ENTJ, a comandante.

Alinhamento moral: leal e boa.

Eneagrama: 1w2, a advogada.

Sexualidade: bissexual.

Aesthetic: clean girl, leões, ankara, lenços e turbantes, golden hour, gatos muçulmanos, cores vibrantes, joias de ouro, siren eyes, unhas longas, sapatos de salto, livros amarelados, peças de xadrez.

Extracurriculares: clube de debates, comitê feminista, comitê de serviço social e muay thai.

Squad: populares.

Qualidades: astuta, determinada, altruísta, leal, bondosa, protetora.

Defeitos: dissimulada, perfeccionista, rancorosa, inflexível, distante.

Inspirações: Nanisca e Nawi (Woman King), Simba e Nala (Rei Leão), Roy Mustang e Olivier Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist), Olivia Pope (Scandal), General Leia Organa (Star Wars) e Daenerys Targaryen (Game of Thrones), Tiana (A Princesa e O Sapo).

𝐭 𝐫 𝐢 𝐯 𝐢 𝐚 .

Preocupada com seus deveres e o bem estar de seu povo, Aisha nunca processou o luto pela morte do pai, que tanto amava. Vez ou outra, ela acorda no meio da noite chorando, sem entender o motivo.

Aisha odeia A Ordem e tudo que eles defendem, inclusive acredita que foram responsáveis pelo golpe em seu país, mas guarda as opiniões para si mesma por saber que não tem poder contra eles.

Ela é muçulmana e, como boa parte das mulheres senegalesas, cobre a cabeça com um lenço ou turbante em várias ocasiões, especialmente as sextas-feiras e datas religiosas. Ainda assim, não é incomum vê-la com os cabelos soltos ou cobertos apenas parcialmente, assim como roupas razoavelmente reveladoras. Só não usa decotes profundos e micro saias ou shorts.

Tem duas gatas rajadas na Academia: Maya e Gigi. Em casa, tem um verdadeiro gatil, com mais de 40 animais.

Não bebe álcool nem usa drogas, e é bastante seletiva com alimentos por motivos religiosos.

Quando começou o nono ano, decidiu estudar economia.

Não gosta de como a maior parte dos governos funciona, tanto monarquias quanto repúblicas, pois acredita que um líder deve sacrificar todos seus interesses pessoais em nome do povo.

Ela acredita ter sido escolhida por Deus, assim como seus antepassados, para servir o Senegal, e não apenas dominá-lo. Desde pequena, estuda os idiomas e costumes de cada grupo étnico do país, acompanha trabalhos de lideranças locais e conversa com todo tipo de súdito. O rei usurpador, seu tio, não parece seguir os mesmos ideais, por isso ela se submete às vontades dA Ordem e tenta usar sua popularidade na Academia para reconquistar o poder. Prefere passar fome e morrer a ver seu povo infeliz.

Apesar do estereótipo da abelha rainha, Aisha é bastante estudiosa e também se identifica com os bookworms, por isso vez ou outra se mistura com o grupo.

Foi alfabetizada simultaneamente em francês, uolofe e árabe. Depois aprendeu também inglês, mandarim, português, latim e os idiomas locais do Senegal: serer e pular. Em nível básico a intermediário, entende: espanhol, italiano e os idiomas locais: mandinga, soninke e jola-foly.

𝐧 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 .

Desde a guerra que uniu diferentes etnias nativas e levou à independência do Senegal no fim dos anos 50, o país começou a ganhar destaque. O novo rei foi, de certa forma, escolhido pelo povo após liderar a revolução e, por isso, sempre teve como norte o bem estar social. Surpreendentemente para outros países ao redor do globo, a forma como o monarca dava poder de compra para a população fez com que a economia do país crescesse cada vez mais, se tornando o que chamam de A Joia da África. Por outro lado, a reforma agrária e urbana e o salário mínimo alto desagradaram os antigos latifundiários do reino, muitos deles membros dA Ordem. O rei conseguiu fazer algumas concessões e manter-se no poder até a morte, contudo, seu herdeiro não teve a mesma sorte, sofrendo um golpe e sendo assassinado aos quarenta anos.

Linhagem real: Mbaye, O Libertador, seguido por Moustapha, O Jovem, e [up to player do primo], o Usurpador.

𝐰 𝐚 𝐧 𝐭 𝐞 𝐝 .

Muse A teve um de seus segredos descoberto por Aisha, que agiu como se não estivesse ativamente buscando aquilo e prometeu não compartilhar com ninguém, por isso não ousa questionar as vontades dela. ( F/M/NB )

Muse B teve um romance com Aisha que resultou na primeira relação sexual dela, o que é proibido tanto pela Ordem quanto pelo islamismo. Logo depois, ela se sentiu extremamente arrependida e decidiu se afastar, deixando sentimentos mal resolvidos de ambos os lados. ( M )

Anninos se envolveu em um escândalo que poderia resultar em uma grande punição da Ordem, Aisha o ajudou a encobrir o caso e por isso ele se sente em dívida com ela. ( F/M/NB )

Theodosia se envolveu romanticamente com Aisha e as duas trocaram um beijo. Sem aceitar a própria sexualidade, ela passou a evitar a "amiga" e nunca mais tocou no assunto. ( F )

Alfonso despreza A Ordem tanto quanto Aisha, e os dois se encontram em lugares abertos que acreditam ser seguros para criticar tudo que acontece nas reuniões. ( F/M/NB ) + fiancée

Minsik e Aisha não se suportam. Seja por rivalidade acadêmica, nacionalista ou ideológica, os dois estão sempre trocando farpas passivo-agressivas. ( F/M/NB )

Muse G vê Aisha, a garota perfeita e imaculada, como um desafio. Deseja corrompê-la e/ou seduzi-la a qualquer custo e não vai parar até conseguir uma recompensa por seus esforços. ( F/M/NB )

Milán tem acesso a vários segredos e fofocas que correm dentro da Academia e compartilha o que sabe com Aisha, em troca de favores e/ou status social. ( F/M/NB ) + roomates

Graziella é a melhor amiga de Aisha e uma das raras pessoas com quem ela abaixa as máscaras e se permite ser verdadeira. As duas fariam quase tudo uma pela outra.

Keenan é o primo de Aisha, atual herdeiro do trono senegalês. Ela guarda ressentimentos e o fuzila com o olhar sempre que o vê, por acreditar que participou do golpe de alguma forma.

Alejandra é a principal protegida de Aisha. Ambas populares e ferozmente feministas, foi natural que se tornassem bastante próximas, sempre vistas juntas na academia.

Neslihan e Aisha se aproximaram por compartilharem da mesma fé, até que a turca acidentalmente confidenciou um segredo a Aisha e passou a se sentir obrigada a manter a proximidade das duas.

Ranee e Aisha, com suas personalidades dramaticamente diferentes, nunca foram próximas até o herdeiro da coroa tailandesa, irmão de Ranee e melhor amigo de Aisha, falecer. O luto fez com que ambas se aproximasses.

Adeena está constantemente tentando se aproximar de Aisha por sua popularidade, mas a senegalesa sempre se desvencilha, pensando que a princesa australiana representa tudo que despreza na nobreza.

Xu é uma das amigas mais antigas de Aisha, por conta das fortes relações comerciais entre os países de ambas. Aisha consegue perceber que algo está errado com a princesa e se frustra tentando descobrir como ajudar.

Miles foi adotado como projeto de Aisha, que simpatizou com a situação do rapaz e está tentando ensiná-lo a se comportar como um nobre.

Ortega e Aisha são amigos por conveniência, apenas por estarem no mesmo círculo social. Ela não confia nem um pouco na fachada de príncipe encantado e está tentando desmascará-lo.

Blessing é uma aprendiz de Aisha, que, mesmo tendo divergências de objetivos e visão de mundo, não conseguiria deixar a outra nobre africana para trás.

Cerys e Aisha são completos opostos, por isso não se suportam.

Aqui começam minhas sugestões de conexões para eu não esquecer:

Chipre, Turquia e Arábia amigáveis por religião?

França frenemies/aliança política ressentida?

Japão amigas populares?

Chéquia, Alemanha, Áustria (N), Bulgária, Holanda, Noruega , Egito, Arábia, Coreia (H) amigáveis/aliados por ideais (feminismo, direitos populares)?

Rússia (H), Lituânia Montenegro, Turquia aliados por interesses (poder)?

Escócia,, Gales, México, Moldávia, Hungria inimigos/desgosto por ideais incompatíveis?

H: herdeiro N: nobre

#desenvolvimento

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How I've Missed You (Revised)

I wasn't satisfied with the original but can't bring myself to delete it.

A gift for @blacksapphhicmaddonna

WARNINGS: NSFW, swearing.

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Dawn broke to rain showering down upon red earth. Thunder rolled as cool water washed over thirsting greenery. Nanisca welcomed the calming droplets. They left chilled streaks across her heated flesh while she made her way through thick underbrush.

Hushed determination fueled rippling muscle to move silently over mossy stones, over fallen trunks, and then finally through a churning river. Nanisca only stopped when she arrived at a small cottage covered in blooming vines. Elation tugged a smile to stoic lips as the general sauntered up to its carved front door, giving it three rapid knocks.

Shuffling, then a loud bang followed by a harried “Get lost! We’re closed!” came from within.

Nanisca bit her lip to keep from chuckling. “Even for me?”

Another bang, the clinking of glass bottles, then frantic scrambling sounded from behind the door before it was hastily swung open. Peering up at her was a short and slender woman with shoulder-length braids. Bits of dried moss and leaves clung to her braids. A variety of mystery concoctions smeared her clothes. She sported angular features that were pulled into a shocked expression. Her chocolate eyes peered up at Nanisca through thick lashes.

Both women froze. Eyes locked and, for a moment, it was as if the very Earth had stopped breathing…

Then there was an explosion of motion.

Lips crashed together to spark sizzling passion, hands found purchase in muscled curves, while bodies locked together like puzzle pieces. Then all too soon, the pair pulled apart. Breathless gasps steamed the air with a charged tension. Anticipation, glee, longing, hunger. So many energies crackled like lightning in the firestorm between them.

Wordlessly, Nanisca was pulled inside and roughly pushed onto a plush bed. She couldn’t hold it this time. A chuckle escaped her lips at her lover’s urgency. However, when rolling onto her back she was met with an angry glare.

“I haven’t heard a word from you in six months, you ass!”

Nanisca’s smile dropped. “I know…”

“You’d better have a damn good reason for disappearing! I’ve been worried sick!”

The general flinched at the raw pain in her lover’s voice. She hadn't meant to go so long without visiting. Battle, politics, and duty kept her away. To make matters even more strenuous, she suddenly found herself faced with meeting her estranged daughter. Suffice to say the few times Nanisca had to herself, she had been far too exhausted and bruised to make the long trek into the jungle.

The warrior reached out to pull her love down into her arms. “Apologies my darling dove… the palace has been nothing but chaos as of late. I have so many new responsibilities. Not to mention new trainees that demand the rest of my time and energy. But I’m here now… and I’m more than willing to make up for all the time I’ve missed~” As she spoke, Nanisca placed tender kisses to her love’s collar bones. Yet all she received in return was an unamused hum.

Though mere proximity to her love clouded her mind. Nanisca boldly let her strong hands grip at supple thighs. The warrior prayed that all she couldn’t vocalize would translate through her touch. Doe eyes gazed down at her full of warring emotions. Annoyance, relief, anger, joy, and love, love, love. Her dove paused before all the tension in her body relaxed. She pressed against her warrior with a content sigh.

Velvety lips kissed at the corner of the general’s mouth. “I love you Nani, but for fucks sake!”

Nanisca chuckled lowly before fully entangling herself in her love’s warm body. “Oh my dove. You know not of the pain I had to endure. I’ve had to go about my days aching for you, spend every night fantasizing about you, yet unable to truly drown in you.” Plump lips ghosted over the shell of an ear before the warrior nipped at its lobe. “I’d love to show you just how much I've missed you~”

~***~

“Mh, again~” Nanisca husked. Sweat dripped down her toned body as she panted and rested her chin on her lover’s shoulder. Kisses littered every inch of skin available. A sly tongue even made an appearance. It dragged hotly over the soft expanse lain bare before it.

“A-again? Darling, I don’t think I can- mh!~ ... t-that was already m-my f-fourth…”

Nanisca gave a gentle coo. Her hand came up to work tantalizing patterns on heaving and sensitive breasts. “I can give you many more. Would you like that, dove?”

Her lover squirmed in her lap. A lustful ‘yes’ escaped the flushed and sweaty woman. “Mmh, but a small rest first.”

Nanisca couldn’t help but smirk to herself. How lucky she was to have such a beauty so desperately needy for her. How ready her dove was to shed her propriety to become a panting harlot just for her. Reluctant hands withdrew themselves as shuddering forms shifted to sit upright. Outside, the rhythmic driving of pouring skies added a comfortable layer of static to fill the space.

Rain combined with the warmth of the day resulted in steamy heat in the small cottage. Sex saturated the air with its heady scent. It invaded the warrior’s senses and electrified her body. Desire reignited to sinful levels, leaving Nanisca desperate to make a mess of her woman all over again.

Yet she forced herself to stay still. Instead, shifting to grab a jug of water that was kept to the side of the bed and passing it to her love. Sensual calm spread over the duo as they caught their breath. Both women basked in each other’s company. Though throbbing heat persisted in Nanisca’s womanhood. It begged for attention. Demanded it.

Arousal dripped hotly down her thighs. Each twitch of her needy cunt wetted her flesh with sticky dewdrops. And the longer they sat together the slicker she became. Cheeks flushed, breath shortened, hands gripped at sheets. It was too much to bear.

“Dove, I need your hands on me… I very much want to have you again~”

Her lover paused. A sparkle that Nanisca knew all too well shimmered in her eyes. A hand lifted, “Come conquer me then, general~” she breathed with a crook of her finger.

Lust coiled and Nanisca sprung to action. She surged forward, all rippling muscles and impatience. Gentle hands placed themselves onto burning flesh. Like ice to embers, their touch melted bliss onto sensitive skin and wrenched a groan from the general’s throat.

“More.”

The next few hours were spent with both women completely entangled in one another. True to her word, Nanisca showered her sweet dove with release after release while indulging in touch herself. The warrior lost herself in the pleasure those soft hands gave her.

They clawed at her back, caressed sweetly at her jaw, twisted her budding nipples, and coaxed orgasm after orgasm from her quivering folds. Best of all they made her feel the love she craved. Nanisca lost herself in heaving breasts. In the way thighs trembled and flexed around her head. She drowned in the sweet nectar that flowed from swollen petals to quench her parched throat.

Presently, calloused hands were sliding down slender legs to grab them at their ankles. The warrior stood on her knees as she slung the legs up to place one over each shoulder. Her lover now dangled upside down with her glistening cunt presented to the ceiling. Nanisca wasted no time in burying her face in the sopping folds. Fervent sucks and an agile tongue filled the room with lustful music. Each desperate lap was harmonized with sloppy wet slurping that drove them both wild.

Eyes rolled back. Breathy moans split the air as the general let hot arousal fill her mouth. She fully submitted to it. She missed this taste! Nanisca let the sapid juices soak her cheeks and chin before fixing her lips around a throbbing clit. Her cheeks hollowed with suction, ripping a wail from her suspended lover.

The woman in question sported a blissed out expression on her face with tears dotting the corners of her glazed eyes.

“N-Nanisca! Your m-mouth is- amazing!”

The warrior peeled her mouth away from her meal. “Yes? Tell me, tell me how much you love it!” She hissed before lavishing her lover’s clit with her tongue. Toe curling patterns were traced relentlessly on the sensitive bud making the other woman scream.

“I love it! F-fuuuck! Right there!”

Those words lit a fire within Nanisca. Pangs of pleasure jolted down to her core, making her own need for stimulation flare. A growl rumbled deep in her chest as she arched forward to lay her dove on the flat of her back. This prompted the other woman to whine in protest. She was quieted when an arm hooked down to keep one leg extended upwards. Nanisca burned with want as she moved to hover her dripping sex over her beloved’s.

Lower lips kissed. Heat boiled against wet heat in an explosion of pure ecstacy. Sensation jolted pleasure up the warrior’s spine. Hips canted forward as wanton groans escaped them both. Sweat dripped down her abdomen while it flexed with the steady pace she set. Nanisca threw her head back at the unbridled euphoria that coursed through her body. Breathy whines sounded from beneath her. They grew in pitch and frequency with each thrust. Silken hands climbed their way up the general’s stomach to rub electrifying circles on her swollen nipples.

Nanisca leaned down, “I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this. so. many. times.” she growled while pointing each word with a thrust. “The sheer amount of times I’ve had to sit in the council with your moans echoing in my mind, it's shameful really…”

A whine warbled from her lover’s throat. The other woman could only buck her hips weakly in response, her nails raking down her warrior’s chest. Arousal tightened in Nanisca’s cunt. Hips snapped forward and began to command a mind numbing pace. She angled herself so that their dripping buds were in constant contact. Her core clenched and she hurtled towards her release.

Nanisca was made vaguely aware that the bed was shaking violently. Maybe even a little too violently. A new sound joined the carnal symphony. The headboard banged out an obscene rhythm as it hit against the wall. It inflamed Nanisca’s ego. She let it spur her movements to new intensities. Each driving thrust shook the wooden frame more and more…

C R A C K !

T H U D !

C R A S H !

Gravity and momentum threw Nanisca forward and down onto her love as the bed gave out from under them. Yet strong legs hooked around her waist. She threw caution to the wind and without missing a beat her hips continued to pound.

“You broke my fucking bed!~”

“Yes.”

“You shedemon! Dont fucking stop!~”

And just like that they were tumbling over the edge together into oblivion. Coils of arousal tightened then snapped, unleashing torrents of boiling wetness. Cores spasmed and clenched, breath stuttered and gasped, all while loud cries cut through the hazy twilight ending with both women collapsing into each other.

Nanisca’s chest heaved. She rolled onto her back, drawing her lover’s languid frame into her arms. Breathless and satisfied post sex tranquility weighed their limbs. Rain gently tapped a soothing melody on dense undergrowth. It lulled the pair back into comfortable silence as they soaked in each other’s presence.

Tender kisses were exchanged in the growing dark and after a while, Nanisca felt a shift in her arms. She met glittering eyes with her own. Her dove’s lips twisted into a mischievous smirk.

“I know we’ve spent all day in bed but… how much did you really miss me?”

~***~

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