#plot what plot?

[lonely-night]

congrats on your face ma'am

[holyadoptionpapersbatman]

Wendolyn "Wendy" Jane

Here's a fic idea that I'll never be able to flesh out because I'm super burned out, but here's my take on a TimKon Clonebaby AU!!

***

So, when Tim was kicked out of the window, he didn't bother to call Kon because he thought the whole encounter he had with him was a hallucination. But, he's calm. And an extra thought he had as he fell was that his and Kon's clone-baby is secured with Martha Kent.

"I can't wait to meet you, Wendy," he says as he falls.

No one catches Tim.

Dick was too late.

Another family member he wasn't fast enough to catch.

***

Kon, Bart, Cassie and the rest of YJ had been devastated when they heard the news. Tim's body was going to be cremated, so chances of him being brought back to life by enemies would be nonexistent.

To comfort himself, Kon walks into the room Wendy had been lightly snoring in.

When Kon came back with Bart, he was surprised to see this baby in Ma's arms, wondering if he actually landed himself in an alternate dimension. But when Ma explained the circumstances of her birth, that Tim tried creating clones of him and Bart to bring them back into his life, Kon gently took the baby into his arms and wept. Then, he went to find Tim.

He didn't think Tim was crazy, but the whole time he was with him, Tim was definitely not in his right mind.

Now, Wendy won't know who her other dad was. Because Tim's gone.

But not completely gone.

Unlike Kon and Bart who left only memories of themselves, Tim left this child. She's not Tim, but she's made with all of his desperation and love.

Kon, after a few hours of mourning, vows to take care of her the best he could.

***

"Pa, why I haf two fiwst names?" Wendy asks one night as she's tucked into bed, after her first day of school. "An' why's my nickname Wendy?"

Kon chuckled. "Your nickname is Wendy because it's the name of my favorite character from my and your daddy's favorite show," he explained, also tucking in her favorite stuffed animal since she was a baby - a chubby, red duck called Mr. Duck. She immediately hugs it close to her and snuggles into its head. Mr. Duck gave out a hearty 'QUACK!' that sounds a lot like Tim's voice.

Kon's heart doesn't ache anymore. Just bursts with love.

Then, picking up the book, 'How to be a Pirate', Kon opens it and flips it to the bookmarked page, a new chapter of when Hiccup and the rest of the Hooligan boys discovers a coffin. This is the 19th time they're reading this book. And it will take 20 more times until they move on to the next book of the How to Train Your Dragon series.

"Your name 'Jane' is from your daddy's mom's name. Her name was 'Janet', and your dad was downright a mama's boy," he continued, causing Wendy to giggle.

"An' Daddy's name's Tim, wight?" she asked.

"Timothy, actually," said Kon. "Timothy Jackson Drake. He has a long name like you. But he likes being called Tim. Just Tim. Not Timmy. Not TJ. And definitely not Timberlina."

Wendy cackles loudly, kicking her legs up and repeating with her lisps Tim's funny 'Timberlina' nickname over and over.

Then, once she's done laughing, Kon starts reading.

The chapter isn't even over and his little girl, his and Tim's little girl, is already asleep.

***

There was a skateboard in the attic. It was right beside this box full of envelopes and journals handwritten by her late Dad, and it had some kind of engine at its base. It also had a whole bunch of scratches on its underside.

It's also one of the most beautiful things 12 years old Wendy had ever seen.

"Pa!" she shouts, running down the stairs to the kitchen, finding Aunt Pru and Aunt Cassie burning down her Pa's stove, like usual. She turns to her Pa who had his head in his hands, most likely trying to calculate how much he needs to buy himself a new stove. "Pa, can we buy me a skateboard?"

Aunt Pru smirks. "Tryin' ta' get cool with the boys, are we?"

Wendy rolls her eyes. Her? Getting cool with the boys? Not a chance. She couldn't fit in with anyone if she tried.

She's heard stories of her dad being able to become friends with anyone, from jocks to nerds. He wasn't popular, but people of all kinds just seem to be able to hang out with him with no trouble.

Not to mention, both of her dads looked unfairly handsome in their teens. It really wasn't fair when the beauty gene doesn't get passed down or genetically inputted into her. Ugh.

But, scratch that!

"Pa! Can we?? Buy a skateboard?"

Pa glanced to his stove. Then to Wendy.

It really wasn't a choice to begin with.

"Sure, I also know someone who could teach you," he said.

***

"YOU ACCIDENTALLY SENT MY DAUGHTER BACK TO THE PAST?!"

Bart rolled his eyes. "It wasn't an accident. She was meant to go for a little time-travel adventure!"

"Of course you'd know that," muttered Kon.

Away from them, Lizzie laughed. "I remember my time-travel adventure!" she said, ignoring Jon's deadpan stare towards her and Damian's completely subtle wince. "I got an A+ on my essay!!"

Kon ignored Lizzie and started pacing the floor. "Our timeline could be changing and we wouldn't even know it!"

"Thank you!" Jon said, throwing his hands up finally feeling validated.

Damian rolled his eyes. "We're fine, aren't we? The universe isn't getting destroyed or fading from existence. Additionally, Allan did mention she was meant to travel back in time."

Bart wiped a fake tear away from his eye. "Thanks, Dames."

Damian scoffed.

On Wendy's side, she was standing right in front of an abandoned warehouse in Paris. Or, to be more specific, an abandoned Lex Corp Cloning Facility.

She clutched the letter in her hand and stepped inside.

'I guess I'm illegally a Parisian,' thought Wendy as she walked through the creepy halls, further down into where the cloning tech could be.

Then, finally, she reached it, the big, green 'ATTEMPT 100 SUCCESS' glaring back at her.

Looking before the railings, she finds a familiar figure. One she's only seen in pictures. But, instead of the strong, smart and confident hero, she sees the most broken and saddest teenager in existence.

"Dad..." she calls, heartbroken.

Her dad's head snap's up, but he slowly stands protectively, clutching the bundle in his arms closer to his chest.

He takes one look at Wendy, and--

He...

He relaxes. He relaxes his hold. His stance. His everything.

He goes up to Wendy, a hand reaching out to gently caress her face.

"You have my mom's eyes," he said.

Wendy smiled back at him. "Yeah," she says, her voice almost a whisper.

"You have Kon's stupid smile, too."

Wendy rolls her eyes. "Pa keeps telling me it's your stupid smile, Dad."

Her Dad laughs. He's almost in disbelief. But.

"How are you here?" he asked.

Wendy opened her mouth, then carefully chose her words. "You left a letter for me. For my sixteenth birthday. I'm not going to get into detail what you wrote in it but, you said it was okay to tell you that you encouraged me to head to the past and--- here I am."

Her dad's brows scrunched together, the same way she saw in stolen pics how her own brows does.

"And you're okay to be in the same... vicinity as... your past self?" he asked.

Wendy nodded her head. "Uncle Damian told me so!"

Her dad laughed, bewildered. "Uncle Damian!?"

Wendy nodded. "He's an ass, but his heart is made of gold." She reached a hand out for her Dad to take. "I have so much family growing up, Dad. I... I have so much to tell you."

Nobody told Wendy how her Dad died. Or when he died. Just that he did.

So, lets her Dad take her to this apartment he rented. It was barely touched, there wasn't even the mess he was known for making. She guesses the mess was down at the clone labs.

But, once the both of them settled down, her dad changed into more comfortable clothing. And. It was almost like looking at a mirror.

Wendy's heart burst with emotion.

From there, they both exchanged stories of their lives until it turned morning.

She watched as how tenderly her Dad held her baby-self with the same love her Pa gave her. She longed for it. But. She couldn't stay any longer. She felt the timer Uncle Bart gave her vibrate in her pocket.

"I have to go back," she said.

Her dad nodded, gently laying her baby self in the middle of the bed. Then, he turned to her with his arms open wide.

Wendy took it. She hugged him back just as tightly.

Then, after a heartfelt goodbye, she left the apartment.

And then, she disappeared home.

[dicedoctopi]

It Started Out as a Bit, How did it End Up Like This?

Title: It Started Out as a Bit, How did it End Up Like This?

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67590131

Pairing: bbno$/yung gravy

Rating: E

Summary:

Matt and Alex have a pretty boring day working at Matt's place until Alex stumbles on a video. What started as a joke, turned into a dumb contest with remote controlled sex toys turned into way more than they thought it was going to be.

[lu-writes]

Forms & Shadows, Ch. 4

Umm, there is just about zero plot in this. This is a direct continuation of the last chapter and yeah, 2.8k words of another lesson in humility for our sweet prince. There's a tummy focus and I'm going to leave it at that... (don't look at me) 🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️

Chapter 4: Admission

“What is going on here?!!”

The two men looked up to see Am Lin holding a bundle of herbs and staring aghast at their situation. She glared up at the prince. Wenshu was still perched high above in the tree in full dragon form, dangling the large guard halfway off the ground in his dragon tail. 

The prince hastily released Hai Jun’s legs and let his dragon form dissipate. The guard scooped himself up and started gathering his shoes, “Sorry… we got into a little disagreement.”

Am Lin’s eyes blazed accusingly at the two men, “There are burn marks all over the ground!”

Wenshu opened his majestic wings and glided down from the tree, “It was just a little dragon fire, barely enough for a distraction. We didn’t hurt each other.”

She angrily put her hands on her hips, “You have no idea how much danger you just put yourself in! I told you not to cast forms… and not to fly!!”

“I only flew up to that branch! You’re overreacting!” 

The healer threw down her herbs and shoved her hands under the prince’s shirt. He jumped at the touch. She shot him a look that made him stay still. Her hands worked their way up his chest where she could feel the jagged scar, once again growing hot. “You’re having a flare up! When you work yourself up, your energy starts surging and gets trapped inside your wound. The point of our sessions is so I can guide the energy through your body until all the scar tissue heals.”

She spun around and shot Hai Jun a nasty look, “And what role did you play in this?!”

The guard looked sheepish but met her angry eyes, “I might have instigated a small challenge while you were gone.”

“Well, I hope you learned a little humility! Remember it the next time you feel the need to aggravate my patient!”

Wenshu glanced over at his friend. “Don’t be too hard on him. He just needed to blow off some steam.”

Am Lin frowned as she rummaged through her pocket belt looking for oils, “I hope that means he’s ready to make himself helpful!”

“What do you mean?” Hai Jun asked.

The healer found a small vial of oil and knelt down on the ground. “We need to conduct a healing session with the prince.”

Wenshu held his hands up defensively, “Wait a minute! We’re out in the open… I don’t want to do it here!”

Hai Jun started to feel a bit guilty for goading the prince into a skirmish. “Can’t we use the carriage to take him back to the palace?”

Am Lin shook her head, “The energy will have cooled down by then. It’s not worth risking a relapse.”

The prince took a step back, “But we’ve always been alone when you heal me. I don’t want… I mean, this is a little, um, uncomfortable for me.”

The healer shot a look over to Hai Jun. He could tell she wanted him to step up and say something helpful. The large guard came over and put a reassuring hand on the prince’s shoulder, “I’m sorry I teased you about overhearing your first session. You need to listen to her. The most important thing is that you get better.”

Am Lin motioned for the two men to sit by her on the ground. Wenshu felt bashfulness wash over him but nodded his head. He could feel his stomach already fluttering with anticipation. It was increasingly hard to maintain his air of dignity. 

“It will be okay. You are with friends. Let me take your shirt.” Am Lin felt her anger subside as she gently removed Wenshu’s silk tunic.

Hai Jun glanced at Wenshu’s bare chest. He was shocked to see how bad the lesion looked up close. Am Lin saw the guard’s astonished look, “Our prince puts on a very brave face, but yes… his condition is still quite serious.”

Wenshu felt color creep onto his cheeks, slightly embarrassed by her praise. “Would you still think I was brave if I took off running towards the hills?”

“Don’t you start with the jokes! You’re in trouble. I specifically told you casting forms would aggravate your condition.” Am Lin scolded mildly. She motioned for Hai Jun to scoot back and slowly coaxed Wenshu to lie down with his head resting in the guard’s lap.

Hai Jun could see the prince’s face tensing up in anticipation. He wondered how well he would withstand such attention. The guard reached out and took Wenshu’s hand, giving it a friendly squeeze. “You’re doing great!”

Am Lin opened the small vial of lavender oil and poured a generous amount of Wenshu’s chest. She closed her eyes and hummed softly, rubbing the oil into his upper body. 

Wenshu was so keyed up, giggles were already forming in the back of his throat. Hai Jun continued holding his hand for support. The prince tried not to struggle and covered his face with his free arm, “Ahhhh… is that oil really, hahaha, necessary??” 

Am Lin continued to work the oil into his chest, “Yes. Plant oil helps me conduct the energy easier.”

Hai Jun was trying to be sympathetic but he couldn’t resist the sight of Wenshu’s sweet struggle. “Awww, look at you. She hasn’t even started yet. I think you might be in for it.”

Am Lin worked the oil down the prince’s sides and over his stomach, triggering ticklish sensations. Wenshu felt his cheeks growing hot and clamped his arm down harder to hide his face, “This isn’t, ahhaaha, f-f-fair!”

The guard cracked a wry smile, “Seriously? You literally just had me in hysterics minutes ago!”

“Y-y-you stahaharted it!”

“You tied me up in your giant dragon tail! How fair was that?!”

Am Lin clucked her tongue, “That’s enough bickering. I need to concentrate.” She opened her eyes to see dark energy was indeed starting to pool dangerously around the throbbing scar. She scanned the prince’s body to see small swirls of moody light dancing around his lower abdomen. She couldn’t help smiling to herself, “Oh dear, it seems like you want your belly tickled this afternoon.”

Wenshu audibly gulped at the suggestion, “I don’t! I really don’t…!”

Am Lin smiled knowingly, “Your body says you do. Now don’t worry, I promise to tickle your belly all over. I won’t even make you ask for it.”

The prince had never felt so flustered before. He knew he could insist they leave him alone and they would listen. He also knew this was what he needed. There was still so much conflict between maintaining his proud image and the freedom of being vulnerable. Wenshu took a deep breath and continued to hide his face. “I, um, won’t be able to stay still for you.”

Hai Jun beamed, “I’m happy to be of service, your majesty.” The guard took Wenshu’s arm away from his reddened face and firmly pinned both of the prince’s arms to the ground. 

Am Lin straddled the prince to immobilize his hips. Wenshu gazed up at the two large Wolves who seemed poised to devour him. They were both incredibly attractive, long black braids cascading down their backs, outlining their ample forms, their dark skin glistening in the afternoon sun. It was impossible not to reflect on their beauty. The prince grinned up at the healer cheekily, “There has to be an easier way to get you into my lap.”

Hai Jun snickered, ever amused by Wenshu’s flirtatiousness. Am Lin was less than charmed. “You know, I find myself almost feeling sorry for you… until you speak!” 

The healer focused on the grass surrounding them. Making a small magical gesture, a patch of fountain grass sprouted up, yielding tall blades with long plumes of soft bristles at the top. Wenshu felt the need to recoil from the feathery grass but was easily held in place by Hai Jun. The guard smirked, “Those weeds seem to be giving the prince cause for concern.”

Am Lin plucked two long stems and swirled them slowly in front of Wenshu’s face. “Oh, he shouldn’t be worried… he’s getting exactly what he needs.” She brought one blade down and with its plume, began lightly dragging it across the prince’s belly. Wenshu was a lean fighter who trained often. Surprisingly, his stomach wasn’t lined with hard abdomen muscles. Instead, it was supple and curved, not to mention quite sensitive to touch.  

There was a moment of resistance as soft bristles slid across vulnerable flesh. In a matter of seconds, the strength Wenshu used to restrain his laughter dissolved and a soft stream of giggles poured from his lips. Am Lin watched the energy of his body suddenly shift, illuminating a shimmering path from Wenshu’s neck down to the lowest dip of his stomach. She grinned, “How cute… it seems our prince wants to play a little game.”

Hai Jun glanced down at Wenshu, who was tittering helplessly from the single blade of grass. “It certainly seems like he’s in a playful mood.”

Am Lin leaned forward and flicked the long plume across one side of Wenshu’s neck. The prince tried to protest but all he could manage was half-formed words through a barrage of snickers. The healer slowly traced the grass down his neck, swirling it under his arms, over his ribs, lingering on his sides before letting it lazily brush up and down against the soft skin of his belly. She took in his giddy frenzy, “What do you think he’s trying to say, Hai Jun?”

Hai Jun gave Wenshu’s arms a friendly squeeze. “It sounds like he wants you to do the other side.”

The prince was primed to launch several rude words at the guard but was soon rocked with more giggles as the second blade of grass traced the same maddening route down from his neck, under his arms, along his sides and finally lingering on his hopelessly ticklish stomach. He was so firmly pinned, he could hardly squirm. There was no protection for his exposed torso nor was he afforded any range of motion to evade the gentle attack. All the powerful prince could do was laugh, struggling underneath his friends in the afternoon sun. 

Am Lin started dragging the plume back up the other side, chuckling as the prince went into another fit of laughter. “I think he likes this game! Don’t you agree?”

The guard nodded, “I’ve never seen him happier.”

“Aww, look. He’s trying to say something. Please? Please what?”

“He’s probably trying to say how pleased he is. I think he likes getting attention from you.”

“That must be it! Of course, I’ll give you the attention you deserve, sweet prince. Up and down your sensitive body, is that how you like it? Underneath your arms, over the ribs, dancing on that little belly of yours. Oh yes, let’s spend some extra time on this sweet spot here… tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Wenshu’s face burned. He shook his side to side as if to avoid the teasing words. Their taunts only made him laugh harder as he crumbled, completely at the mercy of a woman armed with two pieces of grass.

Am Lin gazed affectionately at the prince, now beside himself with laughter. “You are too cute for your own good, Prince Wenshu. I could tickle you all day.” She paused, observing the grass all around them, which grew even higher. She whispered to the plants, asking them to work their magic. The enchanted grass gently poked and wiggled against the prince’s bare sides, eliciting small titters as healing light sparkled from the blades, their magical touch working its way into his body.

Hai Jun was impressed. He had never seen the healer work plant magic before. “Did you do what was needed? Is he out of harm’s way?”

Am Lin scanned the prince’s body once more. The same moody energy from before spiraled insistently on top of Wenshu’s stomach. She chuckled, “It looks like I may have missed a spot.”

The prince was snickering softly as the tickly grass continued to tease his sides. His eyes opened wide at her words, “No… hahaha, no, you got all the spots!”

Am Lin shook her head, “It’s my mistake. I let you distract me with your little game and forgot about what I promised you.”

Wenshu felt a whimper creep into his sputtering laughter. “Whahaaahat… ahaa, promise?”

Hai Jun remembered, “She promised to tickle your belly all over.”

The prince shook his head, trying to insist through his giggles that his belly had just received enough attention. 

Am Lin looked up at the guard, “I’m not sure I would really call that a proper belly tickling. Would you?”

Hai Jun smiled back, his voice laced with mischief. “I think something like that should involve your fingers, at least.”

Wenshu tried to sit up but was still anchored down by his two hulking friends. “Ahhhahahaa, waaait!!”

The two friends paused, as did the grass, so the prince could continue. Wenshu caught his breath, realizing everyone was actually waiting for an answer. He swallowed hard and looked away, unable to state his case out loud. Am Lin was happy to help. “Wait for what, sweet prince?”

Wenshu blushed deeply, barely able to stand their undivided attention. “I’m just… I’m very….”

Hai Jun jumped in, “Ticklish? You're very ticklish on your tummy. Is that what you’re trying to say?”

The prince closed his eyes, regretting that he initiated this line of questioning. He could feel his ears growing hot with anticipation. Somehow, the teasing was harder to endure than all the tickling. 

“Aren’t you going to answer your friend? He asked you a question.” Am Lin placed her hands on Wenshu’s belly, drawing out a quick gasp from her patient. 

The prince couldn’t remember a time when he felt more exposed. The answer was obvious, he was clearly a very ticklish person. But the words kept getting stuck in his throat. Why was this so damned flustering?! He took a deep breath, summoning his royal pride. “I would rather… not answer that particular question.” 

Am Lin nodded, “It’s hard to be vulnerable but it’s doing you a world of good. Tell you what, when you’re ready to answer his question, I’ll know you’ve had enough.” Before the prince could protest, the healer began lightly scrabbling her fingers over the soft landscape of his belly. 

Hysterics erupted from his throat as expert fingers danced on top of the sensitive skin. Am Lin gently squeezed and poked his helpless stomach, admiring how the energy brightened and flowed freely under her fingertips. All pretense of his pride vanished. Despite all his riches, his status and his dragon magic, the prince was powerless as ten fingers skittered over his ridiculously ticklish belly. The peaceful hills echoed from his peals of uninhibited laughter as Am Lin mercilessly explored his trembling stomach.

Sensing his fatigue, the healer grinned at the guard, “See if he’s ready to give you an answer.”

Hai Jun couldn’t help but chuckle, trying to elicit a confession over the raucous laughter. “Are you ready to answer? Do you have a ticklish tummy? It looks very soft and tender. Is that why you’re laughing so hard… because your soft little tummy is so very ticklish?”

Am Lin eventually paused, letting the prince gulp in some much needed air. The energy in his body danced merrily, appreciating the much needed release. She gazed down at her hapless patient, “As much as you love this, I think you should give him an answer.” 

Wenshu sighed out his remaining giggles. There really wasn’t another way out of this. He stared up at Hai Jun who was sporting his roguish smile. The guard winked at the breathless prince, “Come on, you made me talk earlier.”

The prince nodded, feeling his telltale blush deepen. “Yes, for the record, I have, umm, a ticklish tummy.”

Am Lin started massaging the dark wound, incorporating the healing energy into his body. Wenshu closed his eyes as relief washed over him. The healer smiled up at the guard, “Will you go ready the carriage? I have a feeling our sweet prince is about to drift off to sleep.”

Wenshu wanted to argue with her and insist that he could walk himself over to the carriage. His body felt weightless as her trained hands worked their magic. The prince simply couldn’t resist any further. Drained of every prideful impulse, Wenshu closed his eyes and let his friends tend to him. 

___________________________________________________________

Meanwhile…

In a small village, several miles away from the royal city, the Golden Sage surveyed the damage. They had flown for hours, hoping to prevent this very thing. A terrible evil had just been unleashed on their world and they had arrived too late.

To be continued! 

(I will get back to actual story soon 😸)

[lost-soul-01]

i’m only here for the gramblack agenda really

[jurijurijurious]

Ah, an author after my own heart...

[dawnrider]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/InuYasha Characters: InuYasha (InuYasha), Higurashi Kagome, Sesshoumaru (InuYasha), Kouga (InuYasha), Ayame (InuYasha) Additional Tags: Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, One Shot Summary:

Kagome is abducted, taken to a lab and then finds herself in a place with no light. She has no idea where Inuyasha is or if he'll be able to find her. Modern AU one shot

It’s definitely rated explicit for a reason.  

Enjoy, you crazy bunch!

[goldenxqueenx]

You Don’t Own Me [ ao3 / ff.net ] Rated Mature. Mentioned here.

 Because what I say is how it will be. Regina, Dear, why must you continue to question my actions?

Fuming, she leaned forward against her vanity and began taking in breath after rigid breath into her lungs, trying to calm the trembling in her frames. Not only did having an argument with her mother send her anxiety to a peaking level and her self confidence down in the dirt, but it made her angrier than she had ever been. An anger that burned brighter and hotter than any smothering summer in this damned forest.

 Now. Until you marry the King and warm his bed, you will do no riding on those beasts of yours. If I have to - I'll rip it's heart out and keep it until you're married.

Or crush it; she had wanted to scream in her face but her mother's magic around her throat had kept her from doing such. She still hadn't gotten over how she killed Hwin, she didn't think she ever would. Glancing up at her reflection in the mirror, a sneer formed on her lips as she took in what her mother had reduced her to. A shaking, trembling, pissed off mess. Curling her fingertips into claws against the desks surface she watched as she opened her mouth wide and screamed a guttural sound that she had never once done in her life.

Her childhood, she was afraid to throw tantrums. Her adulthood, it was unladylike and having went through what her mother did to her when she tried to stand her guard - screaming had never been on the agenda.

And yet - she liked how it sounded. Angry and raw, pure of pain and anguish.

Turning on her heels, she did it again and again as she brought her fists against ornate gifts that had been placed in her room by her betrothed that she never liked. She yanked open her dresser and pulled out gown after gown after gown. Throwing them onto the floor as if they were rags before turning and dropping to her knees, taking her nails to the fabric and tugging, pulling, ripping until everything was in shreds. Her screaming had calmed with the sound of each give that the fabric went through upon her assault to the dresses and by the end, she was smiling.

Even if not one guard or person came to her room wondering why she was yelling in the first place. As far as they knew, she was dead by now.