#fcdcdmcmories

[springbandit]

Billy leaned against the cold, graffiti-scarred wall of the disheveled apartment block he called home. He'd been out for his usual late-night 'smoking and staring into space' session, when he'd spotted someone lingering under the dim, flickering light of a nearby streetlamp. "You really thought I wouldn't notice?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. "This place is a mess, and so are you for coming here." He dropped his cigarette to the ground, mashing it into the concrete with his sneaker. "Got something to say? Or are you just here to dig through my trash?"

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[spookydreamsx]

HOW FUCKING TEDIOUS. the feeling of autumn in the air, the putrid smell of rotted fun and merriment; eric northman flinched against the cool night as he took in the sights before him. the stench of cider, the fallen leaves, the glorious revelry that still hung, even with the overhang of darkness... and where was the self-preservation?

eric was no stranger to london. he'd traveled through many times before, even spreading roots for a few decades in what could only be defined as some of the best years of his life. however, he acknowledged (with immense chagrin) that the london air was probably the thing that disturbed him the most. all he could see, all he could smell, all he could feel... was nora.

struck down before the cure. taken from him before their reunion could have amounted to the years that they desperately deserved. two lives, ruined by greed and, probably, fate. perhaps his grudge reemerged unfairly, but his chest burned with the hatred of bill fucking compton again and again, now that he was faced with this scurrilous location once more.

maybe he should bring back the plague.

with a sweeping motion, he grumbled towards the general contentment before him, commenting to the other beside of him, "i think the only option here is sedation." he added, perhaps unfairly, "halloween," a derisive emphasis on the word, "should be fucking abolished." || @fcdcdmcmories

[springbandit]

"Oh, I bet you've gotten away with plenty. But, I bet Dean kept you on a real short leash, huh? Ever the devoted wife. You're lucky you got out, or you'd have been picking up a few brats of your own from those soccer games." He wasn't sure why he felt the need to continue to paint Dean in a bad light. It's not like he was here to hear it. Billy was just mean. Maybe it was to protect himself, or maybe he just had a lot of venom to spit. But, he did it every chance he got, regardless of the target. "You'll follow when I need you to, and you'll stay when I need you to. It's only when we're in harmony that it'll work out. I know this dance better, let me lead it." He was going to come up with something ingenious. He just had to. If only he could find the time and headspace to begin working on it. "A penthouse? Aren't you full of surprises." He grinned, "I'd love to see it. Especially the bedroom."

"AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT I HAVEN'T GOTTEN AWAY WITH A THING OR TWO OF MINE OVER THE YEARS TOO? I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING." christina hadn't precisely stayed in the right side of the law but thanks to her job? she had been allowed to do that much and yes, that was MORE THAN IMPORTANT. no one was about to get the satisfaction of throwing her into a prison cell, that was certain. she would not LET THEM. one could say that she was far too stubborn and... yes, they would have been correct. "i couldn't agree more. let them think that this is their safe little town away from home and that no harm will come to them and then .. WE CAN REMIND THEM. rip it all away. make it hurt. wherever you go? i'll follow. you know THAT." moving forward to kiss him, because.. yes, she wanted to show him that she meant it. SHE DID. grinning, she nodded a little bit. "i've got a penthouse of my own. wanna see it?"

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[daydrcamings]

@fcdcdmcmories - “we’re nice people once you get to know us.”

"is that so? i'm starting to wonder whether that's true." mysaria teased with a cock of her brow. "since... pretty much everyone i've met from my past? they don't seem all that keen on daemon nor on me." she mused, shrugging her shoulders. "not that i'm interested in having people like me but i'd rather not have a knife between my shoulder blades because i fell for the supposed wrong person." mysaria mused with a nod of her head. "who are you?"

[demongemz]

❝ moon of my life, are you hurt? ❞ (Rhaenys/Corlys); & ❝ i feel something for you, you know? ❞ (Rhaenys/Corlys); @fcdcdmcmories

Corlys had lost everything with the death of his beloved, Rhaenys was his everything, the queen of his heart and his people, and yet without her everything felt lost. Food didn’t taste the same, Wine didn’t hold its allure anymore, and he only wanted to hop on a ship and sail away from everything. Hearing her voice break a choked sob from his lips as he turned so quickly to meet her smiling face, coming towards her was second nature he didn’t even care if he’d died, simply because she was here and back. “You’ve stolen my line, You are the very ocean I longed for” he mused holding her face in his hands trying to keep his tears away. “My love, my darling Rhaenys…I hope you never stop feeling things for me” he whispered letting his lips grace her forehead, he wouldn’t part with her ever again if he could help it. 

[onespvrk]

closed starter for @fcdcdmcmories

it was safe to say that margaery found this place strange. fascinating, but strange all the same. though there were some similarities to king's landing, it still hurt her heart to see people suffering. since she'd woken up here, margaery had been volunteering at what they called a homeless shelter it helped ease her mind some. she was still racked with nightmares of being burned alive, hoping that she'd see her family again but mourning them all the same. the brunette was so lost in her thoughts that she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, barely stopping herself from running into someone "oh, my apologies. it seems I was too caught up in my thoughts. i did not harm you, did I?"

[furyfms]

" oh i wouldn't dare. i am simply saying that you must understand people's reasons for disbelief, when we swore obeisance to rhaenyra targaryen as the rightful heir. oaths are not so easily broken by a few works no one heard. " davos spoke plainly, a shrug of his shoulders. " i believe it to be, yes. in fact i do not have the patience for sensibilities, either. "

"MY DAUGHTER, THE QUEEN AND THE KING'S OWN LADY WIFE, WAS THERE WITH HIM AS THE KING LAY DYING. ARE YOU SUGGESTING THAT SHE LIED?" he wasn't going to accept such a thing coming from anyone. in fact, he demanded respect for his daughter and .. there was no one that he loved more. there never had been, actually. right? "is it so?"

[sweetnsiimple]

"the world isn't kind to little girls who don’t know their place." || vi & marcus || @fcdcdmcmories

a grimace dances across vi's features, hands forming into fists. if there's one thing vi has had trouble with is knowing her place. what is so awful a about wanting better for herself and her people? she's supposed to just like down and take the abuse, the leftovers from the rich, to live a life of absolute shit just because of where she was born.

she'll be damned if she ever settles. daddy raised a fighter, with him gone all vi can hold on to is the anger, and so she must fight.

"yeah, tried that once, not really my thing." she scoffs, her arms crossed in front of her chest as a barrier. "what's my place supposed to be, huh?"

[xtinyslip]

"this is unbelievable? I'M SORRY? what part of me leaving did you confuse as an invitation to bloody follow me. HM?" cecilia could have sworn that she had never stepped foot inside this building before. yet, when it had come to making her swift exist ; it was like she knew EXACTLY where to go. not that she could have held much trust in that, considering she had taken herself to a bloody dead end. the stairs or the elevator that seemed to only go in one direction. well, she told herself that any direction was better from this lunatic as she frustratingly pressed the button to call down the elevator. "i mean it! you do not want to mess with me!" @fcdcdmcmories

[screamsmeared]

(@fcdcdmcmories || open to anyone) "IF THERE'S ONE THING I MISS from back home, it's the weather. i always feel like i'm bundled up here." that wasn't to say she had never dealt with cold weather before. most people did. but london, more often than not, felt gloomy and cold. "maybe it's just the season. i'm not really much for the cold. what about you?"

[springbandit]

❝ Tell me who we hate today. ❞ (Parker & William)

"I try not to hate people." he lied. William hated lots of people. Saying William hated everybody as a general statement wouldn't be completely untrue. "Although, it would be wrong of me not to give mention to the individual who inflicted all of this upon me." Despite having been out of hospital for a few weeks now, William was still obviously worse for wear. The bruising was beginning to go down but was still noticeable and was adorned by a large gash across the bridge of his nose, which threatened to scar. "I hate him today, and, I suppose I will still when I struggle to get out of bed tomorrow." He wasn't going to let himself have any peace surrounding it until the assailant was dealt with by his own hands. No matter how long that may take. "What about you? Who's your nominee?"

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[tshiwthibgilte]

Piter looks wholly unshaken at Irulan's dismissal of his video games, of 'whatever this is.' He raises his eyebrows with amused incredulity at her request to talk to him. He visibly inhales deeply and lets out a long breath, clapping his hands decisively before the end of it.

"My Lady?" he says, with a painfully bright smile. "I have a lot of respect for your family, and for you. From what I've read of your writing, you have uncommon wit and a certain fearlessness toward truth-telling. I think you are uniquely suited, among all of the other noblemen and noblewomen who may have made it to this place from our world, to not only hear, but to understand, a number of important truths I have gleaned about this world, using my own skills of analysis which befit a Mentat."

He clears his throat, pulls at his collar, and continues.

"Our nobility does not exist here... being around people with no legitimate title or particular power who think that I need to treat them like they are special is not only scary but weird and dare I say cringeworthy... and I am more than willing to go to the police for support in protecting my rights as a citizen to spend my time as I like and associate with who I like."

Kate and Barry watch on, entranced.

"But I would love to meet with you! Can we set up a time to get coffee later? Do lunch? In a public place where you can't... try to kill me?" Piter continues thoughtfully, visibly sweating and even trembling. His meeting with Paul (Duke Paul) is still fresh in his mind. Thirty-seven years of evidence that the Nobility is all-powerful and should never be challenged is weighing on him too.

"How about... Wednesday?"

SHE WOULD NOT FOLLOW HER HUSBAND'S RULES ANYMORE. HAD HE EVER BEEN HER HUSBAND, IRULAN COULD WONDER? NO. NO, HE HADN'T, BECAUSE HE HAD ABANDONED HER WHEN SHE HAD NEEDED SOMEONE THE MOST AND .. HE HAD NEVER CARED. she knew that much. she had walked into said marriage with her head too high and with a desire to save her father and to keep him alive and .. she was a princess royal. he was the one that had stolen the title. that had never deserved it.

the great muab'dib, who had never been able to keep his own house in check. right? no. "worse than you at.. what?" blinking. oh, she thought not. yes, she had always been a fan of games. yes, she had always cared about them and she had played a few with her father quite often, but .. this? this was more serious. right?

"i'm a princess. if it makes you think that i have time for whatever this is.. you'd be wrong at it." looking over at the other two people, before giving them a nod and turning her attention to where it was supposed to be. right on the other. right? "i appreciate the introduction, my lord de vries, but .. i would appreciate a moment of your time a little more." wasn't it? yes.

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[bejcwcled]

“Magic is real you know? You shouldn’t just mess with it like that.” (janet & loki) @fcdcdmcmories

loki conjured up a quill and sheet of paper. well it wasn't much but at least he got the right objects or almost right, he had been hoping for. a normal pen, to show up this time. "what was that again? i'm afraid i'll need you to repeat that genius quote to get it down verbatim." he responded rolling his eyes at the woman. "i know it's real. hence the spellbook. if i have these powers i might as well make them useful."

[daydrcamings]

@fcdcdmcmories - ❝ tell me the truth, and we can get through anything. ❞

bella shrugged her shoulders a little at that. "i don't... don't know what you want to know, jake. he... he left me, but i'm sure you remember that. i haven't seen him or heard from him since and well... i don't want to any more." she admitted, clearing her throat. "i didn't think it was possible but... i've finally moved on from him. i don't want to be with him. i don't even want to see him, in all honesty." she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders.

[demongemz]

Will knew of Phineas Pederson after all the man had been someone Finn often mentioned in their early stages of dating, especially about their relationship being met with distance given his very clear low-born status but he loved Cecilia and Finn with everything in him so he knew he had to get the other’s approval. He’d already been at the hospital, volunteering and checking in on Cee, he worried about his daughter and the treatment her father had been giving her given that she didn’t seem to know that she was still loved by him. He’d brought Winston along once again knowing that seeing him always made Cecilia smile. He made his way towards Finn's office when he noticed someone else within. “Doctor Phineas Pederson, I would say this is quite the honor, I was looking for your son, to discuss pet therapy with him. But maybe I’m speaking the better person on such a subject matter given your out-of-the-box thinking when it comes to the medical field.” @fcdcdmcmories

[springbandit]

"He will. In spades." he promised her, still smiling but more sincere than he was before. He knew he had a ways to go before earning the 'father of the year' award, but, he wanted to at least be in the runnings. "Well, I hope that changes one day." he offered, not wanting her to feel pressured to rush the healing she was clearly having to put herself through, but, not wanting to tell her it was okay to submit to it either. "What suits, Ness?" he asked, trying to think back to what he'd found when going through storage. However, his memories were muddled and there was still a large gap where he'd been attacked. "The shelling on what I build is plastic, they're not suits, they're just cosmetics."

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"HE HAS TO EARN IT," she teased back in response, shaking her head a little bit, because.. yes, she had to admit that he was.. different than she remembered. was that a good thing? yes and.. right now, she wanted to think so. of course that she did. "and.. i don't know about that, dad. i've known being terrified better than anything in my entire life. i don't see that changing anytime soon," very true. "that no one is going to forget what happened in the past. are .. are they here? the suits?"@springbandit