Yes, I’m admitting immediately that I’m using a clickbait headline, mostly…
Above, we have my heroine Witchfire, who is the star of my former attempt at doing something positive with the story world created by Danger Babe Central (NSFW link). I’ve been planning for the last few weeks to reboot the series and try to finish what I started.
Waiting for permission from Danger Babe Central’s owner to officially use images from his site in my new blog has given me some fresh perspective however. I’ve been forced to consider the possibility that “Mr X” may say no. He allows use of his characters for fan fiction, especially if it’s posted at his site, but borrowing images that he tries to make a living off of MAY be another thing entirely to him, even with credit and link backs given.
Long story short, that got me playing “What If” and planning for contingencies. The fact that using my own or alternative artwork while continuing the planned setting of Delta City never seemed a viable option got me to do some real thinking… Instead I was planning a story world of my own.
MAYBE the reality is that the nature of Danger Babe Central’s content bothers me more than I want to admit. All the sexual content there is non-consensual, and it’s honestly rather artless at that. It’s all physically overpowering the superheroines, never something more subtle like demanding sex in exchange for information, or the release of hostages, or just a heroine and villain get all hot and bothered while wrestling around, etc… Consensual sex? Forget about it. I’ve been so focused on trying to show I’m a good enough writer to create something worthwhile from that kind of story world, that I haven’t even bothered with the idea of should I bother? I’m wondering now if the two year gap in writing Witchfire has had more to do with that Writer’s Block post I did; how it’s caused by your subconscious telling you it’s a bad idea…
This WORKS, I Promise’
Don’t get me wrong, I see the potential to create something from Danger Babe Central. I wouldn’t have started the original incarnation of Witchfire otherwise. NOW, the question lingers if I’d be better off… more true to myself… creating my own story world with my own heroes and heroines, and a fresh narrative.
It wouldn’t be that hard to do. I’ve been creating hero characters for various games since the 1980s. I started with the pen and paper Marvel Superheroes game by TSR (now Wizards of the Coast), and have gone through multiple computer RPGs as well. City of Heroes, Champions Online, etc… Long story short, I have an already existing massive portfolio of characters good and evil to use.
The idea of creating a world where superpowers might mean increased libido without turning characters into cliches is appealing as well. Nevermind that I left so many dangling plots in all those old games…
FINALLY… I got the new Silk Cords website launched this morning! It still needs some fleshing out and polishing in a few spots. I got several posts transferred over and re-written in some cases though. I even managed to set up an age gate and get a plug-in that allows me to stay compliant with all the Euro cookie rules.
As promised in an earlier post, I’ve kept the adult content completely segregated from the normal content, and intend to make sure any blog posts and notifications stay completely PG rated. There will be plenty of Erotica and talk about Sex though, along with the return of my Witchfire erotica series.
THAT was actually what caused the delay in launching. All these bright new features for WordPress are completely geared around everything on your blog being a post. The only way around that is a pretty solid knowledge of CSS code. The site will evolve as I learn there. Right now, it’s still pretty freaking awesome. How awesome?
It’ll hit you like Mjolnir:
I’m still trying to figure out how much WordPress.org ties into WordPress.com. Thus far, it seems awkward at best. All stuff to work out.
No, I didn’t bury the lead either. I’m just building anticipation.
Yes, I’m back. Real life had gotten kind of hectic. Some of that is detailed in the other, vanilla blog. That specific link will take you to my most recent post there, where I complain about feeling I can’t be myself or say what I want as a blogger. Read it if you want, if Not I understand. Be forewarned though; it is a classic redhead rant, lol.
What I’d like to dialog here about though is a calmer continuation of that whole mess as relates to sexy blogging. I have two main stumbling blocks when it comes to posting here or getting anything “adult” written.
First, as I mentioned in the other blog, there’s the worry of being judged and labeled. Doesn’t matter who you are, if you deal with erotica and similar topics, you’re either a whore or a male pig. You’d think being a redhead, I wouldn’t give a F what others think, BUT like most stereotypes, that’s all it really is. I have a fairly strong spiritual side and am an honest to goodness empath too. That last part in particular makes it hard to tune out the crap sometimes.
Second is a problem even “regular” writers face; I have to REALLY be inspired to write. In the case of erotica, that’s in the mood and able to visualize the scene almost enough that I could almost see it as I’m writing.
That second part is the bigger stumbling block by far. Those of you out there who actually find the creativity to turn out high quality stuff regularly, I’m truly jealous of.
So who has any advice? How do you turn off the worry and find inspiration? I’ve had several ideas for ages, I just haven’t been able to get them off the ground.
I’m finally back in the saddle again, writing. I’ve got the first half chapter of my Witchfire reboot done. A rough first draft of it anyway. I guarantee the final draft full chapter will knock your socks off when it’s released.
I’m going to start working on projects outside of this Witchfire series also. I think I’m getting close enough to publish worthy writing. I have to be willing to stumble a bit at first anyway. Otherwise I won’t grow.
Gotta say I’m disappointed that people just hit Like without reading or replying to the last post also. I could have used the feedback. It’s part of life at WordPress though.
Anyway… On with the show!
Witchfire Redux – Chapter 1
The Reboot
Introduction or Spoiler / Update for Readers:
As people who were following my series may recall, I’d been planning a “reboot” of the series for a couple of episodes. Krystal’s / Witchfire’s looks had evolved, as had her origin. I was unhappy with various parts of my storytelling thus far also. Her relationship with the She-Legion had more poorly planned ups and downs than a CW television series relationship. I think I was being a little too shy about the peril theme of DangerBabeCentral as well.
With that in mind, and not wanting to put readers through multiple more chapters working towards a reboot, I’m jumping right into it. This will start a few weeks after Chapter 11 ended in the old series and will have Krystal sent back to Day 1. The story can be read from here for new readers, but the gap in that two weeks will be filled in via conversation for long term readers who want a sense of cohesion.
Krystal / Witchfire will be based on her evolved origin, and I’m going to make the stories more risqué as well. I don’t want to give away the surprise, but suffice it to say I’ve found a way to throw a monkey wrench into the works for Witchfire and the She-Legion also. This will be far more than a simple retelling of the chapters thus far. For non-suspense readers, I’ll also be revealing a little more info about the bad guys and their plans at a quicker pace than before.
With the permission of Deanna Troi and ComixFana, I’ll be borrowing their characters and occasionally putting a spin on Troi’s “Delta City P.I.” events also for my own alternate reality version since we were collaborating on stories at one point.
Krystal stirred quietly still half asleep, and pulled the sateen (faux satin) sheets up over her shoulders to shield herself from the fan’s breeze. As she started to drift back to sleep, she became aware of the muscular arm draped over her and the hand softly cupping her breast. Instinctively she let out a soft, purring “Mmmm” and pressed her body lightly against the one behind her. She awakened further as she felt the shaft of a fairly large and quickly hardening erection pressed against her rear.
No sooner had she felt the erection then another arm slipped underneath her, and both her breasts were being softly kneaded. She let out a low moan of wanton pleasure, jutting her chest forward into the strong but gentle hands. After a few moments, her hips began grinding against the erection pressed against her and she felt several soft kisses tracing their way up her shoulder towards her neck.
Krystal tilted her neck, pushing the side of her face into her pillow and opening herself up to further kisses along her neck and below her ear. By the time the kisses had reached her ear lobe, she was panting with desire.
She let out another long low moan and gasped a soft but hungry “Yes”.
No sooner had she done so then she was pulled onto her back with her amorous partner on top of her on all fours. They kissed passionately as Krystal wrapped her legs hungrily around his waist, grinding her hips against his throbbing manhood.
It was only as they slowly broke their long, deep kiss that Krystal realized she didn’t remember going to bed with anyone, particularly not a man. She had her relationship with Amazing Babe after all… She opened her previously heavily lidded eyes and looked up.
It was Sully!
WHAT THE HELL?!? Krystal thought as panic set in. How did THIS happen?
Sully, seemingly completely oblivious and lost in the moment, began kissing his way down the front of Krystal’s shoulder and across her breasts. Krystal fought against the little surges of erotic lightning that raced from her breasts to her clit with every kiss. She unwrapped her legs from Sully’s waist and put her hands on his broad chest, pushing with all her strength.
“Stop!” she half yelled, worried about drawing attention to them.
Sully muttered something that Krystal couldn’t quite make out with his face buried in her modest cleavage.
Frustration set in, along with panic over possibly being discovered by Ms. Americana. Krystal gave one last emotion fueled push and then slapped Sully across the face.
“Stop it, Sully!” Krystal yelled. “Brenda will kill both of us, maybe literally.”
Sully shook his head and became fully aware of the situation. “What the hell, Red?!?” he exclaimed.
“You tell me.” Krystal retorted. “You’re the one on top of me.”
Sully scrambled off of Krystal and pulled the sheets over his lower half, awkwardly covering his pronounced erection with his hands on top of the sheets.
Krystal shook head and put her hand on her forehead. “My head hasn’t felt this mushy since that tequila bender on the beach my freshman year. What the hell happened, and why can’t I remember anything?”
Sully shook his head as well. “I wish I knew.” He replied. He looked around at the small room. “I’d settle for just knowing where in the hell we are.” “It looks like some sort of…”
“HOLY SHIT!” Krystal screamed, leaping out of the bed. “Holy shit, holy shit!” “I’m HOME!” She jumped up and down a few times, pumping her fist in the air as she did.
A dumbstruck Sully watched her display as he tried to process the information. “Wait a second, you mean, home home?” he finally managed. “Like we’re all fairy tales where you come from home?”
Krystal nodded excitedly, an almost manic gleam in her eye. “YES! This is Village dorms at UC San Diego… where I was going to college before all this insanity started.” She raced over to the window and looked outside. “See?” That’s Torrey Pines Scenic Drive across the street. It leads to Black’s Beach. I go down there and topless sunbath sometimes. Occasionally a nighttime skinny dipping session in the ocean also.
“Uuhhhh, Red…” Sully stumbled. “You… might want to put some clothes on before hanging around in front of the window like that.”
Yes, it’s a bikini, not lingerie. This IS a Rough Draft. 😛
“Pffft, who’s gonna see?” Krystal replied dismissively. “Most of the students on this level are girls also, and the few boys here… Well, The Geek is probably a better lay than any of them.”
“Krystal!” Sully exclaimed. His face turned a shocked red, eliciting an amused snerk from Krystal.
“Sooner or later, you’re going to have to see that your ‘little sister’ is a grown woman, with all the needs and desires that go with that.” Krystal said. Her amused smile only made Sully blush even more.
‘Yeah…” Sully started, then paused awkwardly. “I’m having a hard time forgetting that at the moment.”
Krystal chuckled. “That’s hard not to notice. Little Sully isn’t so little.” Seeing Sully’s fluster start to tilt towards anger, Krystal decided to back off. She took a very brief moment to compose herself then continued to speak; her tone more serious this time. “Look, I’m not sure how we ended up here, but nothing happened, I know that much”, she said. “We both still have our underwear on, and while I’m turned on as hell, I can tell I haven’t had anyone inside me”.
Krystal pursed her lips and looked down. “As for what almost happened…” “I suspect we can blame my aura of sexual energy for that.” She paused for a couple of awkward moments. “Nothing happened though, so… no harm no foul, right?” She looked up with an embarrassed smile and hopeful eyes.
“Yeah…” Sully almost muttered, clearly embarrassed. “I barely remember you warning Brenda and I about that… It seems like weeks ago though.” “I wonder how long we were out…”
“Long enough for you to soak up a major dose of that seductive energy. Maybe just overnight though. “I’m not famished or dehydrated, so it hasn’t been that long.” Krystal looked around, lost in thought. “Figuring out how to get back to Jessica and Brenda should be the main thing though.”
Sully let out a frustrated snort. “You gonna wave your magic wand and blink us back into storybook land?” he asked.
Krystal shook her head. “I get that you’re frustrated, but don’t take it out on me.” She glanced over at the small desk near her bed. “There’s my laptop… I can actually show you that I’ve been telling the truth.” Krystal sat down at the desk and booted up her laptop, then let out an exasperated sigh. “I swear Windows just did a massive OS update right before I poofed into Delta City”, she grumbled.
Krystal sat in the chair glaring at the computer, her arms crossed under her breasts and tapping her foot impatiently.
Sully shook his head slightly. “Seriously, Red… How about putting some clothes on?
Krystal let out an amused snort. “I’ve got my underwear on, just like you.”
“Yours leaves little to the imagination though”, Sully replied.
“So do your boxer briefs… at least when you’re this happy to see me”, Krystal quipped with an amused smirk. “Alright, alright…” Krystal said, hopping out of the chair and cutting off a retort from Sully. She walked over to her dresser and stared at the outfit sitting on top of it. “That’s… odd”
“What’s wrong, Red?”, asked Sully, pulling his jeans off the floor and sliding into them.
“I… always put my clothes out the night before…” Krystal said, clearly troubled. It took a moment for her to find her voice again. “This yoga outfit was the one I wore the day I disappeared.” She held up the plain navy blue sports bra and stared at it for a moment before removing her sheer bra and slipping the sports bra on in its place. “That outfit was lost when the Professor Whirter had me thrown in the asylum though”, she grumbled.
Sully seemed to be paying Krystal little attention as he found the rest of his clothes at the side of the bed and finished getting dressed. “Credentials and gun are still here… good thing. I’d hate to have to explain that to the Bureau…” he muttered.
Krystal took off the sheer panties she had been wearing and slipped on the knee length yoga pants. She gave Sully a dirty look and let out an annoyed sigh. “Men…”, she grumbled.
“What?” Sully asked.
“Nothing”, Krystal grumbled. “Looks like the update is done”, she added. She walked back over and sat down in front of the computer, then keyed in its password. The system finished loading, and Krystal quickly pulled up her browser and keyed in DangerBabeCentral’s URL.
“Sunnovabitch… That’s Brenda!” Sully cursed as the home page came up. “…and Green Spectre, Got Gal and Jungle Babe!” Sully’s blood boiled as he saw the 3D renderings of Brenda getting violated seven ways to Sunday. “I’m gonna kill somebody!” he fumed.
“Calm down”, Krystal replied in a mildly annoyed tone. “I’ve told you before this isn’t the Truman Show.” “The writers are just tapping into imagination to create kinky stories.” “They have no idea that’s how it works either.” “Tell them and they’d just thing it was airy fairy new age BS”.
Sully crossed his arms and grumbled. “I guess it’s hard to argue that… Brenda and I also thought yah hit your head too hard or something”. “So, I’m in here also?” he asked, still trying to adjust to having his mind blown.
“Yeah… Here…” Krystal replied as she jumped to Mister X’s page, then the stories section and then ComixFana’s page. She got up and let Sully sit in front of the laptop.
Sully’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he skimmed through various stories. “Who the hell is this Comics Fan and how the hell does he know every detail of every single intimate encounter I’ve had?? Even the stuff while I was separated from Brenda!”
“ComixFana…” Krystal corrected. “And I have no idea. It’s a screen name after all.” “From what I gather, he… or she, I don’t know… is just somebody who wanted to bring a little civility to the website. This was how I first learned about you though… and what you’d done for the She-Legion.”
Sully facepalmed and stared dumbfounded at all the various story authors listed. “So… each one of these represents an alternate reality version of Brenda’s and my world… where the gals are being taken advantage of and abused?”
“It’s hard to say how many of them overlap, but yeah… It’s a fair bet that some of them are alternates.” Krystal replied.
“Enyo, what in the hell have you gotten me into??” Sully exclaimed, borderline despondent.
“No offense, Sully, but she is the goddess of the chaos and destruction of battle.” Krystal said. “You kind of have to expect a mess like this from her.”
“That’s not the goddess I know, kid”, Sully replied grimly. “Still with all this mess… not knowing where Brenda is, or if she’s OK, I’m having my moment of doubt here.” Sully looked up at Krystal. “Wait, what about here?” he asked in an almost frantic tone. “You’re a powerful witch, this world must be overflowing with heroes we can recruit, right?”
Krystal gave Sully a sympathetic look. “I wish it were that simple”, she replied. “There are no superheroes here.”
“What??” Sully gasped. “But you…”
Krystal cut him off in mid-sentence. “This world is a… dead zone for lack of a better term. What I can do magically in Delta City is a dream for me. Here… well, magic is much weaker and manifests in much more subtle ways. It’s easy to pass off as coincidence when you do see it.”
“I guess that explains what happened to your magical tattoo thing…” Sully replied.
Krystal glanced at the laptop screen, and the color drained from her face. She let out a gasp and pointed at it.
“What’s wrong?”, Sully asked.
“Th… The date…”, Krystal stammered. “It’s… the date Freya banished me!” “We… can’t have gone back in time also!” Krystal ran to the dresser and grabbed her iPhone, frantically swiping the screen and pulling up the calendar, then dropping it on the floor and taking a step back. “It… is…” she said weakly.
Sully rushed over as he saw Krystal’s knees start to buckle, catching her and keeping her upright.
“I… I’m OK…” she managed.
“This could be a good thing though… Right, Red?” Sully asked. “It means we’ve got our ticket back…” “We can save Brenda and Jessica.”
“I… hope so”, Krystal replied. “I’ve read so many weird theories about time travel, I don’t know what to think.” “Goddess, I can’t believe I actually want to go back to that nightmare…” “I can’t go through that asylum again, I just can’t…”
Sully put his hands on Krystal’s shoulders supportively. “Don’t worry… We’ll figure it out, somehow.” “Soooo… what happened anyway?”, he asked. “How did you end up getting banished to such a hellish version of our reality?”
“I… got into an argument with Freya.” Krystal said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “She… popped up on my laptop and lectured me about not spending enough time being a good Wiccan. I figured it was a scam and went total bitch on her.” “Next thing I know I’m in the basement of Nightmare Manor in the middle of a brawl between Nightmare Witch and some of the She-Legion.”
“Ouch…”, Sully replied with a grimace. “That doesn’t sound like you though.” He sat down on the bed next to her.
Krystal offered a weak smile and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Trust me, I’m every bit the stereotypical wild redhead… Let’s just say I’ve learned a little humility since that day. I’d still never be going back there if it wasn’t for Jessica though.”
Sully nodded thoughtfully. “What time did all this happen?”
“It was 3:05pm when I was banished”, Krystal replied. “I’ll never forget that.”
“Cripes, so we have to wait 5 hours?” Sully asked.
“That’s if she even shows up this time around.” Krystal replied.
“Can’t you just invoke or summon her or whatever?” Sully asked.
“She’d never really made her presence known before that.” Krystal replied. “I have no idea if she’ll even show at 3. Alot has changed.”
Sully nodded and took a deep breath. “Alright, we both have to stay calm and centered. An idea will come to us if we do. Let’s just try to noodle our way through it.” “Uhm… one thing before I forget though… Let’s not mention my previous dalliances to Brenda, OK? We both have a ‘the past is the past’ thing with what happened while we were apart, but women can still be funny when they find out you’ve slept with their now friends.”
Krystal tilted her head for a moment. “I’m not sure if I’d be pissed or intrigued… as long as it was before a relationship. Yeah, I’ll keep quiet even though you’re probably worried about nothing.”
“Thanks.” Sully replied, looking quite relieved. “Hmmm, something just dawned on me also… How’d you get the name Witchfire anyway? You use lightning more than anything.”
“It was never about my magic, it was about my fiery temper and bright red hair”, Krystal answered with an amused chuckle.
Sully laughed. “That figures. OK, so getting back to our return, let’s start at the beginning. What would you need to make contacting Freya work?”
Krystal thought for a minute. “I have my book of shadows here, and a good amount of ritual supplies like candles… Mainly, I’d need time to purify myself and build some energy to weave the spell.”
“OK, that sounds promising!” Sully said as a smile retuned to his face. “How long do you think that’d take?”
“Guaranteed success?”, Krystal asked. “Probably a good day. I feel weak as a kitten right now.”
“That may be too late”, Sully replied. “My gut tells me we need to be back there no later than the time you first arrived.”
“Mine too, but if I botch the ritual due to lack of power, then I have to start all over again”, Krystal said.
“There’s got to be some other way to boost your batteries”, Sully said. “Don’t you have some crystal or magic doodad? You witches must have something for situations like this.”
Krystal chuckled. “Actually, we do”, she replied.
Sully raised an eyebrow. “So why are you giving me that look then?” “What are we talking about here?”
“Tantra”, Krystal replied.
“You mean sex??” Sully asked, mildly shocked. “What the hell, Red!”
“Actually, only some varieties of Tantra are sexual, but yes, that’s what I meant” Krystal replied with a wry chuckle. “What did you expect? I follow a sex goddess. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen you undressing ‘little sister’ here with your eyes. I know you’re… curious”
“Looking ain’t touching”, Sully replied. “Besides, I can blame that sex aura of yours on that.”
“Mmmhmmm…” Krystal replied with a not so coy grin. She took a deep breath, then continued. “Here’s the thing… Circulating energy between two people in tantra doesn’t double the energy, it increases it exponentially when done right, and that wheel of energy gets stronger as it continues, kind of like a snowball rolling downhill.”
“I’m no expert on this stuff though”, Sully countered. “Sure, I know a few tricks, but…”
“You don’t have to be, just let me take the lead energetically”, Krystal replied. “And before you start in about Brenda, remember this is to get us back to her, and Jessica.”
Sully sighed. “I suppose you’re right. This is going to be weird though…”
Krystal flashed an evil grin. “Don’t worry, by the time I’m done the last thing you’ll think of me is some little sister. Who knows? You might even forget about all those other girls like Lady Kraft”, she added with a wicked giggle.
“You may be good, but you’re no Brenda.” Sully retorted, answering Krystal’s challenge.
“I’m not looking to take her place.” Krystal replied flatly. “Sex alone can never replace love.” “Bet I can make you scream my name and admit I’m far better than her ladyship though.” The wicked grin returned as she saw the growing bulge in Sully’s jeans.
“I’m tempted to make that a real bet, but I’ve seen how much tension your little bet with Night Raven has caused”, Sully replied, pulling off his jacket. “I’m still not sure I like this, but it doesn’t look like we have much choice. Where do we start?”
TO BE CONTINUED… JUST WHEN WE HIT THE FUN PART TOO, LOL
OK,so it’s been forever since I posted here. Those following my other blog already know I’m up to my neck in real life stuff and probably will be for a few more weeks at the least. It sucks because I really want to get back to creative writing. Stress is never good for inspiring one’s erotic muse though.
For the moment though, I decided to play around with my character creation program and whip up a version of Mister X’s character Thorny Rose. She’s a classic whip cracking dominatrix and has been used in a couple of his stories at Danger Babe Central.
I’m not presuming to supplant his work or pirate his character. Just seeing what I could do. First, here’s Mister X’s version:
And here’s what I came up with using the costume pieces that were available, etc…
I spent part of the evening last night creating two new character profiles here at the new erotica blog. Both characters are Deanna Troi’s creations that I’ve borrowed for my Witchfire serial. Both profiles have biographies along with dressed and nude pictures. I give you Nancy Peye:
It’s said every character’s creation was inspired by something or (more usually) someone. Witchfire is no exception. Meet Playboy’s Miss Aprl 2002; Heather Carolin.
Pretty much the epitome of the sultry redhead. I’ve had more than one friend who said they’d turn lesbian for her, LOL
Yes, she’s the feature model in the header photo here also.
For a better look at her, see Heather’s page in the Witchfire section.
I’ve been second guessing my decision here all night while answering email and catching up with other blogs. BUT, I know some of my readers are actually waiting for erotica from an erotica blog… Bizarre concept… LOL
Since it has been figuratively forever since I posted anything sexy beyond Witchy’s costume pics, I’m going to give out a very general plot spoiler for what’s upcoming. Who knows? Maybe it’ll even drum up some excitement about the serial. 😀
In the most general terms, the reboot plot will be this: The time travel will be completely accidental, and occur as the result of collateral damage during a battle. Witchfire and ComixFana’s character Sully will be sent back in time to the moment Witchfire was first sent to the Delta City reality. They will NOT have an easy go of it however, as a couple of villains will also be sent back in time accidentally.
The net result will be that we will have heroes and villains both with advance knowledge of the next few months of the future. Both will be determined to change things to their own liking and derail the other side’s efforts as well.
At first, each side will think they have it made. Both will have to contend with the other’s efforts. Both will find out that things aren’t as easy as they’d hoped either way. Even when they get what they want from an event, it may not end up with the result they predicted. They may just find out also that despite their best efforts, that the universe has a way of seeking a balance.
Balance or no, nothing will be the same again as heroes and villains race to shape the future.
Witchfire, originally viewed as an insignificant oddity, will now be known by the villains to be a legitimate threat to their plans thanks to the information from their time travelers. Deanna Troi’s character Nancy Peye will also be in increased danger as things move forward.
A small writing update here. I have put in some major storyboard work for Witchfire. I’m taking a break from writing a few chunks of story right now to update the blog.
Right now, the biggest obstacle I’m encountering is bridging from where I left off the story with the the actual time travel incident. There are a few events I want to precede that time travel. Events that will set up a few things and account for the behavior of a few characters. While I know what I want to do, doing it in a way that feels organic vs a forced bridge chapter is proving difficult.
I’m avoiding spoilers here, but I’ve also plotted out a way to make this a boring travelers fix everything story arc. Suffice it to way that Krystal and the rest of our heroines are not going to have the easy time they initially expect.
I’m going to add a little more of the heroine peril element to the story chapters also. It will be a balancing act to avoid falling into the kind of storytelling common to some of the adult sites out there, but I feel up to the challenge.
Just a quick one here. First, I went back and updated both pages of Witchfire’s pictures to reflect the final changes I worked out. Remember the “out of costume” pics are NSFW, but the in costume ones are PG rated.
As a side note, if I had an IDEAL version of Witchfire’s mask, it would be a Venetian carnival mask almost exactly like this only gold in color:
Witchfire and I were also really tired last night when I did her interview, so we went back and corrected a few points that didn’t appear to jibe with her existing information
As a couple of final points, I’ve switched to a larger font size as making the text larger is supposed to cut down on reading miscomprehension. I’ve also started writing the next part off Witchfire’s story.
Oh yes, and Witchfire is waiting impatiently for some reply posted questions in her interview. Her only request is keep it semi-classy.
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