I have news~! Sometime in April of 2015, probably midway into the month, I will be writing a SEQUEL to When Desperation Meets Isolation! This onslaught of brand new plot, sure to amaze, will take place six years after where we last left off! Our lovely main couple, Erisol, will be 22, whereas their elder counterparts, Crotuna, will be 24, only this time we won't be story-telling in the peachy state of Georgia. Oh no, we'll be stationed in the teeming city of New Orleans, Louisiana! And now, without further ado, I give you the summary to trump all summaries:

Four years after their seemingly trivial custody battle, the duos long for independence and a change of scenery. Though reluctant to abandon their new home, they travel west towards a new life, taking up residence in a townhouse in New Orleans. Instantly creating a rippling effect, the group of friends they'd become so close with over the years opt to follow, occupying various apartments, townhouses, and even modular homes! Splitting the rent fairly in four ways, the two couples couldn't be happier, save for the quarrels that came when siblings lived together and friends lived in close proximity.

After two years of apparent bliss, disaster strikes in the month of June when Mituna gets a phone call from a frantic sounding Equius: his darling Nepeta is missing. The friends immeadiately contact authorities, but Sollux and Cronus are suspicious when a week passes with no leads. The two decide to take matters into their own hands, organizing a search party made up of those willing to delve into the heart of New Orleans, but when the female members of said search party start disappearing, the group of friends wonder if they should've just left the city alone. With unknown dangers around every corner, our main four protagonist's risk everything, including the ones they love, in order to save the friends they'd met just years ago in Delving Deeper into Desperation.

And there we go! I'm wanting to make something edgy and suspenseful, seeing as I haven't really attempted that before, and I'm hoping that this story will prove itself endearing. Prewarining: there will be character death, illegal shananigans, unfaithfulness, deciet/ulterior motives, as well as minor sexual content. I plan on keeping the story rated T for viewing purposes, but I will include TW's at the beginning of chapters that contain the aforementioned explicit material. Now, as far as the sexual content is concerned, it'll be more hinted at than highlighted, but it still serves a huge role in my story. In hopes of keeping your interest (or gaining it, taking into consideration I never had it), I will provide an exerpt from one of the chapter's. This sneek peek will illustrate the situation in which Mituna discovers Equius' peril.

You are now Mituna.

The timer on the oven beeps in rapid sucession, indicating that your goodies are ready to be relieved of the heat they're currently residing in. Filled with childlike amusement, as you typically are when baking, you slip on a sea foam green silicone oven mitt and catiously open the pearly white oven door just a crack. The sweet aroma of strawberries fills the air as waves of heat burst into the kitchen, hence the reason you were careful with your actions. You inhale deeply, pleased with the scent that your cupcakes were giving off, and open the door the rest of the way. The heat assaults you, but it isn't scalding like it could've been, so in one fluid motion you pull the cast iron muffin pan out of the oven and rest it on top of the stove before shutting the oven door. You remove the oven mitt and set it to the side, seeing as you won't be needing it while the soon-to-be-cupcakes cool. You turn off the oven, but before you can prepare the icing you'll be applying later, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, slipping between the fabric of your flowered apron and your green Bee Gees t-shirt. Thin, chapped lips ghost across your neck and up towards your ear, making you giggle from their owner's ministrations.

"Thtop Cronuth," you manage between snickers with very little conviction, "I have to prepth the icing."

You feel the arms retract and the lips pull away, much to your chagrin. You'd only been like a fourth serious, and you now find yourself slightly disappointed at the loss. Your boyfriend, Cronus Ampora, merely chuckles when you turn around and meet his gaze with pleading eyes. He'd grown somewhat accustomed to the brown and blue orbs' power, and it no longer effected him in normal situations such as this. Knowing this, you begin to pout, which only serves to fuel his amusement. You watch him turn away from you and walk towards one of the counters. Said counter happens to be the one with the light pink icing resting upon it, and moments too late you realize that the icing is his primary target. He reaches the counter and scoops up the icing, positioning it directly in front of him so that he's blocking it from you. Then, for reasons you can't even begin to fathom, he removes his blue/green v-neck and tosses it on the white maple flooring. He does something with the icing that you can't view from your current position, so you simply wait for him to be done, still retaining that pout from earlier

Finally he spins around, allowing you to witness the fruits of his labor. A thin line of pink trails down from the middle of his chest to his lower abdoman, ending in a suggestive arrow towards his crotch. His denim jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing a portion of his black boxers. He smirks devilishly at you and licks his lips in anticipation.

"Consider your icin' prepped doll face," he says with a wink, and it takes some serious effort to tear your gaze from the arrow's end result. Baking now in the back of your mind, you practically hop forward and place a quick kiss on Cronus' lips before bending your knees slightly to bring your head level with the beginning of the icing trail. Using your tongue to trace the line down, you happily remove every trace of icing until your face is in a very promising spot. Despite the lack of icing in this region, you still lick the area, providing teasing stimulation for your boyfriend through the thin fabric of his boxers. You hear him moan, which is always a good sign, so you decide to start sucking various spots instead of licking. You look up to the best of your abilities as you do, pleased with Cronus' expression. You're about to give him what you know he really wants when suddenly, the phone rings, interrupting your fun.

Huffing loudly, you pout again and stand up, stomping over to the phone and nearing a temper tantrum. You imagine that Cronus is even more upset, which only makes you all the more agitated when you answer the pesky device.

"What the fuck doeth you want?" you ask rudely, not bothering to check the caller ID. You hear some nervous stammering on the other end of the line before anything intelligible comes out.

"Um, forgive me Captor, but I wouldn't be calling if this weren't of the utmost importance. Ordinarily, I'd chatise you on your foul language, but... It would seem I lack the proper conviction to do so right now. I've been awfully worried as of late, and yours is the only residence I've neglected to contact. By any chance, is my darling Nepeta there?" comes the rambles of a seemingly worn-out Equius Zahhak. Caught off guard by his demeanor, you nod your head in the negative, forgetting that he can't see you. After an awkward silence, Equius clears his throat and asks a second time. This time, you actually say no, and at this point an intrigued Cronus is standing next to you, pants re-buttoned and re-zipped.

What's going on? he mouths, to which you shake your head and pull the phone away so Equius won't hear you. Unfortunately, you don't cover the portion of the phone in which your sound is transported to the troubled Zahhak, so he hears every word when you say to Cronus, "Equiuth lotht Nepeta."

Loud sobs are heard on Equius' side of the conversation, which confuses you cause you pulled the phone away from your mouth, and when Cronus reaches for the phone, you decide to let him take over. You watch and listen as he talks to Equius, his face contorting from anger to confusion to severe worry. Finally, Cronus hangs up the phone, looking absolutely petrified as he does. He looks at you with vacant eyes before explaining the situation in three powerful words.

"Nepeta's been kidnapped."

And there we have it! A small portion of my future story that will hopefully keep your attention. I was tempted to put catnipped instead of kidnapped, but decided that puns wouldn't be the best course of action in a scene like this. So ya, make sure to stay tuned to my profile to see when I release the first chapter. Ciao~!