❝GRUMPY BLAST!❞

And Selena's heart swelled with pride.

"Heh, no ones ever told me I remind them of her." The comment is spoken much more quietly than her prior, more forceful words. Selena can't help but light up a little, coffee brown eyes sparkling a little brighter, despite the sun at her back. "Not with this hair color, at least. My sister is... Cynthia is usually the one of us that has her resemblance."

Her hands accept the chocolate in formality, but her mouth waters for their sugar later.

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :)

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

Wait a second.

Cynthia blinked. She was in her room, by herself. That was when she realised she had dreamed the whole thing. It wasn't like Selena wanted to hang out with her anyway, right?

But Selena kept talking. She was behind the door, and Cynthia was still in her Golden Deer pyjamas. Ah, shoot. Shoot! How much has she ignored? Her hair was a mess, and she was so woefully underprepared for going to get tea or anything like that. She shot up out of bed.

“I'm up!” she called. No school day, no school uniform. She grabbed whatever clothes she could find. She had to have clean underwear around here somewhere, right? “Yeah we can go to the market - no, wait that’s not what you asked. Or tea. Or wherever you wanna go, really!” She pulled on her socks. She wasn’t used to visitors, especially in the morning. She especially wasn’t used to her sister at her door.

“Five minutes? Did you just wake up, or what?” Though her words are always a little sharp, her tone gives in instead, softening its edges. She isn’t mad, just a little curious. It is her free day, after all. She leans her back against Cynthia’s door. This is so embarrassing. Honestly, it would have been better if she had just said no!

His attention snapped back as Selena freed the child's head and her pallid features stared back with glossy eyes. If he had not already stared death in the face, it would have sent a shiver down his spine. Or he had simply grown to used to not allowing himself to feel.

Gerome hefted his axe once more and pressed it against the last remaining webbing that attached the cocoon to the ceiling. He sawed through it, the webs snapping and curling around his blade as inch by inch it came undone.

There, the sound again. It felt so much more real than the echoes.

His axe was almost through. Gerome pushed harder. Almost...

From somewhere in the dark, the spider's many eyes bored into his back. It was drawing closer.

The last of the webbing snapped free and Gerome caught the cocoon as it fell and covered it with his body, knowing that he'd taken too long and the spider was bearing down on him. He braced to take the blow.

Just as the spider’s talons extend, Selena dashes forward, sword outstretched. The blade cleaves through cleanly, sweeping between Gerome and his peril; the spider collapses atop his back, thoroughly crippled. It hisses, and clicks its mandibles angrily. In response, Selena delivers a second stab, between the eyes. 

“That oughta show that guy,” she heaves, withdrawing her sword as the last of adrenaline-fueled strength leaves her arms. Reluctantly, she puts her hands to the giant carcass, pushing it from her old friend. A low grumble can be heard as its weight shifts to the floor. “Blegh.”

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[ DANCE ] It's time to get groovin'! How about you invite a lovely stranger to hit the floor with you? 

[ ROMANTIC STROLL ] Get ‘em, tiger!  Use this opportunity to walk around these beautifully-decorated grounds with the person who’s captured your heart. 

[ CHOCOLATE ] A delicious luxury and a classic gift. Choose from white, milk, or dark, all heart-shaped and ready for your enjoyment.

[ FLIRT ] There’s an art to it! Whether you prefer to be bold or coy, our hosts will remind you that confidence is key. Give it a go?

[ FLOWERS ] It isn’t easy to find roses during times of strife—which makes the bouquets on the table all the more special to give!

[ EMBRACE ] A hug? A kiss? A super-secret handshake? Show someone how happy you are to see them and make their heart soar!

[ TEDDY BEAR ] Forge-A-Bear was kind enough to donate a platoon of button-eyed teddies to adopt and love. Are you and your partner ready for that kind of commitment?

[ TRUST FALL ] They say a relationship is built on trust. What better way to test that than with a fall in front of your classmates and coworkers? They're totally not judging.

[ POETRY ] Think you have the chops to woo someone with a lyrical tug at the heartstrings?

[ COMPLIMENT ] Tell someone they look beautiful, or that you've always admired their strength! Whatever it is you say, make sure it comes from the heart (or at the very least, sounds sincere).

[ 21 QUESTIONS ] The effort to learn about others goes a long way! Just don’t overdo it.  

[ DRINKS ] Beverages both alcoholic and non-alcoholic are offered in assorted glassware. Have a sip!

[ TOUCH UP ] Why not help another with last-minute makeup or outfit touches? Who knows? You just might be able to spark something! 

[ HEARTFELT CARD ] A small table hosts a myriad of card supplies, including paper, markers, and glue. Put your crafting skills to the test and make something truly one-of-a-kind.

[ TASTE TEST ] From chocolate-dipped fruit skewers to little squares of cheese, there are plenty of finger foods to titillate the taste buds. Grab something for yourself… or use one of the handy toothpicks to feed your partner.

[ FORTUNE COOKIE ] Heart-shaped cookies sit on a neat little tray. Inside lies paper fortunes ranging from beautiful skies ahead to… er, well, at least the cookies taste good!

[ CARRIAGE RIDE ] A horse pulls a small carriage that fits two. The entire ensemble is decked out in pink-and-red hearts. Do YOU want to hitch a ride in the Love Cart?

[ KARAOKE ]  Nothing makes people feel as good as when they belt out the lyrics to their favorite tunes! A small band has been hired to perform all of Fodlan’s latest hits—will you cheer on your friends, or will you be the star of the show?

[ PORTRAIT ] Perhaps you'd like to invite someone over to have your portraits painted together? It could make for a stunning keepsake! Or maybe you'd like to try your hand at it yourself?

[ GOSSIP ] With all these people milling around, there’s plenty of room for discussion… like who would make the most adorable couple? Or, even juicier, who has invisible strings tying them together? Do tell!

[ HEART-SHAPED BALLOONS ] Gift one to the apple of your eye, or pop a balloon to reveal the mysterious note hidden inside. Use it to your advantage to spark a conversation!

Mareeta shakes her head, leaning down to rub her wolf's stomach, looking down at her sheath.

"And sorry for calling you that - I haven't got your name, so it's the best with what I've got. Would you prefer Little Red? Firecracker? Work with me here a little."

Mareeta sighs, reaching over to the supply of treats, chuckling as the fluffball all but swallows it whole.

"We're on this duty together. May as well make it as enjoyable for us as it is for the little guys. Plus, it's gonna go perfectly, anyhow."

She huffed at Mareeta’s back. Nevertheless, she scooped up a few treats to dole out herself.

“The name’s Selena, by the way. Royal retainer of Nohr, master mercenary! And what might you be called, hm? Professional snappy mouth?”

Selena set herself down beside the pups, content to take this space for the rest of their shift. That woman had one thing right, at least: their duties would be perfectly. This, she too was certain. 

But as soon as they adjust their attention to the mages, another enemy is at their backs, flanking them.

It was a bit, ironic, wasn't it?

They're caught between the two within the connecting corridors, and there's nowhere to take cover as the mages send another barrage of magic their way.

And then there's a terrible roar, a shriek that pierces through flesh and bone just as swiftly as it does the heart.

Lukas has enough time to get his shield up, but he's not properly planted for the blow that crashes into him. Large claws rend metal with ease, and he does not need to be able to feel the pain of the blow to know that his shield arm has been broken by that singular attack. He's thrown back, staggering to maintain his footing and not break the only point of defense between these beasts and the rest of his unit.

"Fall back...Fall back!" he shouts over his shoulder, sparing a glance just long enough to see one of the women already crumpling to the ground.

This is what he was built for. To be the blockade that allowed others to hopefully retreat.

"You have to go, now. Back towards the bridge! Take her and run," Lukas orders, burying his axe into the side of one of the creatures -- it doesn't seem to slow down, its hide too thick -- so that he can haul Ena up with his good arm and hand her off to the other two. "I'll buy you what time I can, but you must go now and not turn back for anything."

He still doesn't know if Forsyth and Python yet live.

Lukas pulls the lance from his back, forcing his broken arm to raise his wreaked shield up once more. If he could give them even the smallest chance of getting away, he would secure it with his life. The beasts crash and rampage through the rubble, howling in their own torment as they return for another attack.

"So this...is the last place I'll see. So be it."

As it turns out, fire balls are a lot easier to dodge when one’s mind is not distracted.

Her footing fumbles on the impact of the fire, scorched cobblestones beneath her shaking with force enough to level a small village, and Selena is knocked down. Her hips slam into the ground hard, and her sword skids from her opened palm. Flames roll up from cracked stones around her, caging her in, but it’s not like she wants to go anywhere, now. Ashes pepper her brow. 

In the haze of smoke, she’s dimly aware of her allies falling behind her, one by one. The pink-haired woman falls to her knees, a dark shadow tearing away from her. The stalwart shield of the red knight is shredded and feeble. His cries are muffled against the crackle of the flames, but somehow Selena understands. With one hand, she claws her way towards the woman’s body, but… It was over as quickly as their assault had begun. Selena’s arm, propping her up with the faintest adrenaline of hope, falters, and she embraces the warmed stones beneath her cheek. 

What a long nightmare. 

The little girl who had warned her of the mages had not been seen through the embers. Selena closes her eyes. Poor girl…

The Cathedral towers high above them, banners torn into ribbons and tree limbs broken at awkward angles everywhere they choose to turn.

A man in red charges the cornered horde of beasts hobbling away from some other encounter through which they seemed to have sustained bright wounds, barely able to mount a resistance to the ambush. As the unit cuts down the last of them, Sara senses foul magic circulating in the air and braces for it to crash over them like an angry sea.

"Mages," she hisses, ducking behind an arm to shield her eyes from the blast. "If left unchecked, they will only continue to hound us from afar. Should we pursue them?"

Mage Artillery (Enemy Unit 2) attacks Player Unit 10 with Range (2/2) All allies in Player Unit 10 lose 1HP. Ena 3/4HP Selena (FE14) 3/4HP Sara 3/4HP Lukas 3/4HP

So much for the girl’s heads up.

Selena doubles over, clenching her abdomen. Oh, those mages would absolutely get it now! She calls forward, sword pointed tersely at their foe. “You think that’ll slow me down? Think again! Come on!” She pushes off her heel, dashing forward, her sword poised to barrel into the closest member of the opposition. Dimly, she’s aware of allies close by, inclusive of the soldier in red and the quiet girl, closing in with her.

PLAYER PHASE 2  Player Unit 10 attacks Enemy Unit 2 [Roll: 4d10+4] (10, 6, 4, 1=25) vs (6, 5, 5, 2=18)  All allies in Player Unit 10 lose 0.5HP.  All enemies in Enemy Unit3 lose 1.5HP.  Invader 1.5/3HP  Invader 1.5/3HP  Invader 1.5/3HP  Invader 1.5/3HP  Ena 2.5/4HP  Selena (FE14) 2.5/4HP  Sara 2.5/4HP  Lukas 2.5/4HP

She comes to Al’s side, gripping his shoulder to get his attention. “Good speech! Now head off to Maria.” Having white magic clerics on the battlefield to heal is something she’s seen highborn knights and students take for granted. “Before it gets worse, y’hear?”

Shez pushes forward and takes the Masked Man by surprise. His magic shakes the earth itself, putting her off-balance, but she adapts quickly. His robes provide little protection against her sword—he’s finished in seconds. A draconic beast comes in quick, breathing ice magic from its maw. Shez manages to slash its hide, enough to slow it down but not to kill.

She can’t help but smile at her success, just a little. Come on, who else is hitting shots like mine?

The blue-haired boy’s cry grounds her back in reality. He’s only a shadow, blurry at the periphery of the archer’s keen eye, but his words of determination resonate all the same. It’s true; the fight isn’t over, no matter how bad it looks or how cocky Selena gets. Giant hooves pound the grass, shaking the ground towards her, and Selena frees a third arrow. The dark figure is upon her faster than anticipated though; the graze of a polearm cuts deep into Selena’s shoulder. She winces. 

“That hurt dammit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” 

One foot falls back to stabilize herself, but as the rider comes back for another blow, Selena grits her teeth. “Oh, no, none of that! We’re ending this!” Despite their proximity, her arrow-tip is leveled up towards her enemy’s face (or, where it should be), and she pulls back the heaviest draw she can muster despite her shoulder. 

At the speed at which the horse strides toward her, there would be no way to both kill its rider and get out of the way. If the arrow is to pierce her foe’s head, neck, or heart, perhaps the best she can expect is for their grip to go slack on the reins. However, if Selena were to cripple the horse instead… At the last second, Selena’s arrow is lowered, then fired, sticking fast and true at the horse’s knee. Both horse and rider careen to the side, crashing through the forest’s underbrush in pain. Their cries grow distant, and then falter. Selena gasps and sighs, leaning into a nearby tree. “Job well done, I guess,” she mutters to no one but herself. 

Though the forest is far from quiet still, she lumbers towards the edge of the treeline, clutching her shoulder gingerly. But, the sight that meets her isn’t as hopeful as she’d like. She hardly batts an eye at the dragon, nor the giant mechanical thing that greets her, instead looking around for familiar red hair. This wound would have to be treated soon: it was as if the merc’s skin peeled away from the injury, sizzling and writhing. No sooner does Selena spot the young cleric that she feels the effects of healing light once again, as if she had read her mind. 

So much for a break from battle. Selena manages a small ‘thanks’ under her breath, and turns back to the fray. 

The large automaton, creaking unnaturally in the low light, is the most obvious target, especially for a tired thing as herself. Its height clearly defined by the dim sky behind it, even a newly healed arm as her own could land a volley. Though torn and soft with her blood, her gloved hand reaches back for an arrow. The last of her energy lost as it twangs from her hand, she tosses her bow aside. Best to leave the stragglers to her sword-arm, instead. 

Her hero’s sword unsheathed once more, she roars as she runs at her foe. Out of energy? Generate your own. With her whole body weight behind it, the bets it all on this one thrust, sent straight to the thing’s throat. Whether the damage is enough, who can say; regardless, she maintains her momentum and dashes past, just out of the dragon’s reach. Only as she retakes a position among her allies does Selena realize that the blow all but shattered the blade. She tosses it aside, and grabs at the sword tied to her other hip. One last weapon, huh? All right buddy, it’s you and me.

Slowly, she lifts it above her head. One more blow, Selena, one more blow! Go, Go, GO! Her boots spring off the soft soil, and blade and fighter as one acquaint the thick side of the dragon.