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Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

Trying to register what fell in, the sentries looked at each other, before a gust of wind comes up, forcing them to hold their hats.

Abigail's unmoving form hit the bottom of the shallow ocean, and the brunette-haired woman swam down to her as fast as she could, eventually wrapping an arm around her. The girl's weight was light, which helped her rescuer get a better advantage. Making for the surface, she struggled, making slow progress. The dress this girl was wearing was too heavy, and the water was weighing them down. Forced to be submerged, she forced it open, and skinned Abigail out of it, kicking it away, leaving her in her elbow-sleeved underdress.

As she surfaced, the brunette was exhausted, and the sentries helped her haul Abigail out of the water. Laying the girl carefully on her back, the sentries tried to check if she was breathing. "She's not breathing!", one of them called out. "Move!", pushing them aside, the brunette slipped one her knives out from its sheath. Kneeling over the unconscious girl, she slit the corset down the middle with it, and forcefully yanked it open to allow Abigail to gain air for her crushed lungs.

Just by seeing the young girl cough up the water, the mystery woman now knew for a fact that the damn corsets made for the English women, were not suitable in a place like Port Royal. Many times, she had worn fancy corsets, but that didn't mean she would proudly wear one now, or ever, for that reason.

The brunette tossed the torn corset aside. For some, she was one of a few on her ship that would even express any sympathy to colonists who were not buccaneers. She usually stole from the wealthy, but didn't really expect an opportunity in rescuing one from distress. More likely, a damsel. By the looks of this girl, she was rather young. So, why not?

Impressed and dumbfounded, the sentries didn't speak for a moment. "Never would have thought of that", one of them admitted. "Clearly, you've never been to Singapore. Impressed?", she rolled her eyes before looking back at the young girl laying before her. But before she thought of anything else, something gold, with a skull, was right before her, exposed. Taking a good look at the round medallion, a question rose out of her. "Where did you get that?", she softly demanded.

LadyGrace's 1x1 Role Play Search (Role Play Content PG13 to 18+)

@LadyGrace

Okay. I appreciate your honesty, because not a lot of people are into the whole canon thing, and it can get a bit tricky in getting a story to work smoothly with the canons being involved. Again, I thank you for your honesty :)

So, no limits. Got it! PM for things going above PG-13? Understood!

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@LadyGrace

I have two ideas that I would like to share:

1. I would like to try a story from Game of Thrones! Although, since my experience with the fandom is small, I only know a few things. I would like to plot a story with Jon Snow and a female OC with a "winter-like" quality to her.

And 2...

A Western story with drama, action, adventure, as well as some elements of romance. Before I go any further, what are your limits on romance?

DRAMAtical Murder: Mentality In Reality

Bump

Harry Potter: Twin Snakes Plus A Hydra { Wolf & Angel }

Minerva followed after Draco, as soon as they had entered the shop. The Death Eaters, who seemed to have surrounded them, were looking down on them, almost expectedly. Right before them, was a giant piece, which seemed to be a cupboard, and the only thing she could think about, was the plan itself. Like any good volunteer, she tried to listen to what they wanted them to do, once they entered the castle of Hogwarts for the new year. However, there was also another side-thought that bothered her: The outcome. It seemed cruel, but it was to protect her family from the wrath of Lord Voldemort —- even save their father from further-suffering and humiliation; it was the only path they had to take.

Despite having to be an inch or two shorter than her twin brother, Minerva kept her hand in his own, as well as have to slightly lean against Draco’s side (since he had her pressed against him). As per-usual, she didn’t refuse any of his attempts to keep her in his grasp of “protection”. They’ve been that way, since they’ve been both brought into the world. To their parents, they could only assume that such behavior was that of a sibling bond, and that it was their way of making up for lost time, but they didn’t know there was a dirty secret involved.

As soon as they had finished explaining the plan, Minerva felt her mother place a kiss on her forehead before doing the same to Draco, really to show her genuine motherly love for her children, as well as expectation.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Looking at Yavanna, Saeril could only display what seems to be a mix of sadness and worry in her eyes, specifically for the young dwarf. In some ways, Kili was right; they couldn’t solve the problem for him, nor do anything about it. “We don’t intend to speak for you, Young Durin!”, there was sternness and slight condenscending in her voice, as she countered Kili’s words. As soon as the princess made her vow, Saeril’s voice softened once again. “You have our word”, and she meant it.

The elder knew she was only trying to help Kili, but it was then that she realized herself making it his situation even worse. For him to push away, Saeril stood back up to her full height, from where she kneeled down. As much as she didn’t want him to leave her sight, the Elven guardian knew she can’t prevent him from making his own decisions. Except for the ones that would easily get him into trouble, or result in something much worse. If he desired to be left alone, this was going to be the one occassion where she would ever comply on such a wish.

Saeril felt her efforts to be futile as she tried to help Kili mentally, and emotionally, recover from the events of battle. After having to sigh sadly to herself, that dull ache was back in her head, causing the elder to wince quietly.

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5DX: Wishmaster Part 1 { Jazz & Angel }

It would definitely come down to that.

Now, will the same thing happen during the Grand Championship, where Yami/Yugi and Shadow come together for a final tag-team duel?

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5DX: Wishmaster Part 1 { Jazz & Angel }

Hey, that’s not a bad idea. I’ll gladly go with that! :3

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5DX: Wishmaster Part 1 { Jazz & Angel }

Yami may have been right all along, Shadow thought in realization, when she felt the boy’s arms wrapping themselves around her, in thanks to hearing her acceptance for his friendship and companionship. Her first friend, apart from her sister. She did take this action by slight surprise, but then she thought back to all of the other times when he did the exact same thing. As a result, the genie gave a fond smile, before returning the gesture, completing the embrace; one hand on his back, the other on the back of his head. She never felt anything so...heartwarming.

Just as Shadow held him, a stern look appeared on her youthful face. If this boy was to be her friend, no harm will come to him. That, she will swear, on her life. As one of his protectors/guardians, she swore. The thought made her tighten her grasp on him. Not tight enough to hurt him, but enough to let him know that he was safe in her presence; his purity was to be guarded. Her face then softened, before she laid her head on top of his own, closing her eyes, and smiling small, having to relish in the heart-warming grasp of the teenaged boy in her arms. “I’d do anything for you, Yugi, even if it means to make both of us happy”, and she meant it. If it’s to make Yugi and/or herself smile at all, Shadow swore that she would do anything.

Marvel’s Original: Darkness Rules Light { Jazz & Angel }

In Asgard, behind the iron celled bars of a cell, a woman sat on the floor of her now so-called prison. Her long black hair flowed down her back, her black and green short dress almost torn, and her face as she buried her face in her knees. Curse those that betrayed her. Her so-called 'father'. Her so-called 'brother'. The Thunder God knew nothing about her the whole time, yet she was raised below him. No wonder she wasn't worthy for queen. Not now, not anytime soon. Never. What she did that brought her here, was the usual. Just 'harmless' pranks. Yet they turned devastating under Loki's influence to destroy Thor. It wasn't exactly her fault to commit such a crime, except she had to. For Loki's sake. That reminded her. Loki, her true older brother, was her leader, always has. He tutored her in magic, showed her how to have 'fun' with it. Half of what he says to her was true, but inside, she knew he was wrong.

Lochila crawled weakly on the stone cold floor of her cell to the plate of food the guards just gave her. There wasn't much, just scraps, again. The dungeon weighed her down, draining her magic. She already felt weak now, boneless. She stopped and weakly collapsed on the floor from her crawling, clearly lacking sleep and strength.