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madtickler39 · 3 years ago

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Welcome to Club T’s

One of my fan favorites from the old blog, enjoy:

One could look at Emily and assume her life was perfect A nice home, well off family that was well known in California. Naturally blonde hair, a petite little figure and long legs all around a smile that could turn a man to stone. Going to movie premieres, sports events and mingling with LA bigwigs, Emily was never long without something to do. Oh dont get me wrong, Emily never complained. She loved her family, loved her friends, loved her job. She’d never complain for a second. But still something was missing. That’s why Emily found herself where she was, in a taxi outside a new and mysterious club in downtown LA. She stared at the door for a long time before the driver finally asked “Are you gettin out or what?” Emily came back to reality and paid the driver, and stepped out of her car as confidently as she could. What she couldn't sell her blue dress and black heels could. She walked into the club like it was nobody’s business, and was an instant bombshell to the eligible young men at Club T’s. What made her walk into this particular club that night? Well, to understand that, we have to go back a little bit. Emily had a friend named Stephen, and one time not too long ago Stephen did something she couldn’t get out of her head. He tickled her. It wasn’t her first time being tickled, not by a longshot. For some reason, the feeling she got when he finally stopped kept coming back to her head like a drug, needing to come forward again and refusing any lesser pleasure. She had no trouble finding a man to do anything she wanted, but for some reason this one request proved elusive to her charms. After a brief search on the internet, she found out that club T’s was the place to find what she wanted. It wasn’t easy to find out how to get in, the people she was here to see were very secretive. The main club was just like any other club. The music was too loud, the drinks were too expensive and you couldn’t see or move anywhere. After a few minutes of moving around she found the specific corner that housed the VIP section of the club, she said the codeword to the bouncer, and with a smirk he let her in. It was the look a wolf gives a deer after a day without food, and it unsettled her. Inside, the VIP area was another world. The clothes were different, the lights were a bit brighter, and you could hear yourself over the music. The men were dressed in anything from suits to T-shirts while the girls were wearing some pretty revealing clothing, anything that exposed the belly, shorts, mini skirts and few of them wore heels. They wore colored wristbands, green yellow and red. Green was an open invitation, yellow required an ask, and red meant not to approach. Emily had a yellow wristband, fastened around her ankle like the website advised. There was more seating space than at any normal club here, couches and chairs everywhere. The dance floor had some people, but others were chasing each other around the floor, and in a couch by the corner a man had a captive girl in his lap. Her hands were bound and her feet were in his lap. As he grabbed the toe of her sock, her bound hands came up to her face to conceal her smile and she shook her head. He grinned evilly and slowly pulled the sock off, revealing her bare foot. At the edges of the dance floor were a few suspended cages, each with a girl inside and a person outside sticking a feather duster in. Emily asked the bartender “What’s all that about?” A cute redhead in a black corset said “Those girls work here. The customers pay to use the feather dusters for a time. They can also pay to remove clothing or lower the cages. It breaks the ice for the newcomers. Speaking of, is this your first time?” “Why yes” said Emily looking around. “Is this actually for real?” The bartender, whose nametag read “Sam” said “It sure is. I can lock you in that cage if you’re too nervous to get started on your own?” Emily blushed, and suddenly a voice came from behind her that said smoothly “Sam, hasn’t your boss told you not to mess with the new talent? Or do I have to tickle you for your tips again?” Sam blushed now, and backed towards the liquor shelf nervously. Emily asked the tall, suit clad stranger “What?” He said “Oh you haven’t heard? If you find their service in any way lacking, you have to give them the oppurtunity to get their tips tickled back into them. That’s why she wears a corset, her pits are her worst spot.” She hissed “Damon!” So you weren't kidding on the website” Emily asked. “This really is a tickle club.” Damon said “Oh yes, but if you want to see come by when Sam brings my bottle of Dom. She needs a good tickling to earn her tips back after that hiss…” Sam gulped. She’d done it now. Damon slapped down a 20 and said “Whatever the lady likes is on me.” Sam fixed Emily a drink and grabbed a champagne bottle, but Emily hesitated as Sam left. Sam looked over her shoulder and said “You comin? This is what you wanted right?” Emily finished her liquid courage, and followed Sam to a door labelled “Barefoot Room” Upon entering, Sam said “It’s quite literal, no shoes allowed inside.” Sam quickly kicked off her pumps and went inside, and Emily removed her peep toed heels to join her. “You learn quickly Emily” Damon smiled as he smiled at Emilys little feet as she flexed her toes “Im just amazed” Emily replied blushing as she felt Damon's gaze on her toes “Theres nothing to feel scared about Emily" Damon smiled as he took a sip of his drink. “so tell me what brings you here”” Emily took a deep breath, and then she started “It all started when my friend Stephen tickled my feet a few months ago. It felt...well I guess how a normal person feels being tickled. Sure, the laughing was fun but when it was happening I just wanted him to stop after a few seconds...afterwards I couldn’t get it out of my head. I tried forgetting it, distracting myself. Anytime I was alone with my thoughts, I thought of that sensation and how badly I wanted it back. So I found this place...and here I am.” “And here you are.” Damon said. He saw Emily look down nervously and said “Emily, come sit by me.” She came and sat down next to him hesitantly, and drew her feet behind her knees, where Damon couldn’t see them. It was all she could do not to blush. He asked her “Sam needs to be tickled if she wants her tips from me, where should she be tickled?” “Her underarms” Emily replied without hesitation. Sam shut her eyes and raised her arms, beginning to breathe heavily. She begged “Please be gentle.” Damon looked and raised an eyebrow “you answered that quickly for a newbie; I think we may have a little sadist here. Sam, I think we should let your new friend here do the honors” Emily looked nervous again, and said “You want me to tickle her?” Damon nodded silently and said “If you'd prefer I can tickle her. The whole time you watch her suffer knowing that it's coming for you next…” She was up in an instant, and facing Sam directly. Sam felt her breathe and winced, that gave Emily an inexplicable pleasure. She pounced. Emily dug her nails into Sam’s underarms, and Damon smirked as she screamed. Sam was able to hold her arms up for a few seconds, but within 15 seconds they came down reflexively. Sam laughed like crazy but Emily wouldn't let up. Sam tried to turn away, but Emily kept at it, and pulled Sam closer. The punishment became a wrestling match soon as the girls came to the ground, with Emily straddling her hips. Emily leaned forward and pinned the poor bartender’s wrists over her head and blew on her underarms, which drove sam into a mad fit of giggles. She begged “HEHEHEHE Stop teasing!” Emily couldn't tell you why she said this, but she shouted “This is club tease!” Before she could sink her nails back into Sam’s smooth hollows, Emily burst out laughing “HAHAHAHAHA!” And lost her grip. Sam scrambled out from under her, and went to Damon, who was holding Emily’s ankle, with his other hand gently stroking her sole. She giggled gently with each stroke of his hands. He patted Sam on the butt and said “That’s enough sweetie. Call me when you get off work. For now I have some soft, pretty feet to break in.” This comment made Emily blush, and wiggle her baby blue toes. As Sam walked out of the room and grabbed her shoes, Emily looked down, anticipating the tickling. The tickling was slow, methodical. He was really tickling her brain more than her sole. Reminding her that he could do what he want, control her body against her will. He could make her laugh whenever he pleased. All it took was a foot and a finger. He had the finger, and the foot may as well have been a plaything of his. It was in his grasp and she wasn’t getting it out. Emily remained on all fours(or threes, not counting the foot that belonged to Damon at the moment), and giggled when Damon wanted her to, otherwise she just accepted the breaks and caught her breath. Sometimes she would look back at Damon, nearly melting him with that forced smile. Other times she looked away and tried to just take it. During a break, Damon rubbed her sole with his palm and commented “I see you took the website’s advice and got a pedicure. How recently?” Emily giggled “A couple hours ago hehehe.” she heard Damon inhale deeply and felt his lips rub along her sole now. His lips tickled ever so slightly. She giggled “hehehehe are you smelling my foot?” She read many of the men here also had foot fetishes, but never expected to find herself here tonight… He replied “You used a vanilla scented lotion. It’s my favorite.” “EEP!” She squealed, something had pinched the ball of her foot, and one look back at Damon licking his lips told the whole story. Could she really drive him so crazy with just her feet? This could add some fun to the tickling...but before she could finish that thought, her mind commanded her to laugh again. Emily fell flat on her belly as she felt a warm, wet sensation streak across her arch. She turned her head to the side to release peals of laughter, and started pounding the carpet with her fist. If Damon’s finger was mean, his tongue was just cruel. Emily was at once suffering and feeling an indescribable ecstasy. All she could do to cope was laugh, and between breaths beg “Hahahaha! Stahahahahap!” Emily got herself a momentary respite from Damon’s tongue, but only because he needed it to taunt her. His fingers returned to gently stroking her arches as he taunted “Oh you don’t want this to stop. If you did you’d pull your foot away. Look.” Emily flipped over and saw that his hand was open, only cupping her heel. He tickled with all his fingers slowly, and she reflexively pulled back a few inches, then paused. Emily hesitated a few seconds, it tickled so bad but there was just nothing like it. Her foot slowly slid back into his grip, and his hand closed around her ankle. She gasped, what had she done? Damon taunted “See? I knew you liked it!” And he tickled her sole all over again with his fingers, making her laugh even louder, wondering why she gave her foot to him. He lifted her foot up to his mouth, but there was resistance from her tight little dress. Damon lowered her foot and said “Emily, your dress is lovely but if you want to have more fun, it may be best to change.” Emily blushed again and said “I don't have a change of clothes.” Damon began stroking her instep and commented “Not to worry. There is a private changing room in here with spare clothes, better for our activities.” Damon helped her up, and opened a wall panel that led to a cozy changing room. Emily removed her dress and placed it on a hanger, then found a pair of little pink shorts and a white tshirt to put on. The shirt was awfully short, and only came down to her ribs, leaving her midriff vulnerable. The shorts were quite short, revealing her long tanned legs. She emerged a little sheepishly, but Damon gushed over her, making her blush for the umpteenth time tonight. She came up to the couch where he sat and requested “Where do you want me?” She felt his eyes combing every inch of exposed skin, searching for a spot to make her squeal. She felt uneasy, but exhilarated. Damon grabbed her by the hand and sat her on the couch next to him. He draped her legs over his...and once she breathed out he lobster clawed her knees. Emily shrieked, breaking down in helpless laughter as she tried to sit up and reach his hands. After a few moments of squeezing her legs and knees, Damon began to gently scribble his fingertips all along her thighs and up towards her hips. Emily’s laughter went up in pitch as Damon reached her hips and pinched, and he licked his lips looking at that bare midriff. Damon gave Emily a break to catch her breath, and breathing heavily she sighed “hehehe that was fun.” Damon had an evil smirk on his face, she asked him “What is that look for?” Damon said “I’m going to have that cute tummy of yours next. But I’m going to give you a choice, my tongue or my hands?” Emily’s eyes bugged out, and she couldn’t possibly choose between tortures for a moment. She thought about her feet, and his tongue was much worse there. She answered “Hands.” Damon smirked, had she chosen wrong? What was he playing at? She didn’t have time to think any further as ten fingers began wiggling along her midriff, and her tummy exploded with ticklish sensations. She let out a loud belly laugh, and cursed as her hands wanted nothing more than to seize his and make it stop. Despite this desperate need, her mind would not allow them, making them twitch up and down her sides in a comical fashion. The game changed utterly when Damon managed to wiggle a finger into her navel, making Emily scream like a banshee before breaking down in frantic laughter. She tried to get him off of there, but her hands were swatted away by his free hand. This was almost as bad as her toes, or that tongue! Maybe she should have let him use his tongue after all… After a minute or so of her navel being explored and prodded, Emily couldn’t take anymore. Her begs became more desperate, and Damon heard it in her voice. She cried loudly “Uncle! Hahahahahaha! Please! Mercy! Hahahaha!” Damon stopped rather quickly, but Emily didn’t manage to stop giggling for another minute. He rubbed her belly during this time, and at last she recovered. She propped herself up on her elbows saying “That was wicked...I’ve never felt anything like it before.” Damon smirked, and said “I bet not.” Before they could say anything else, a blonde woman and a brunette with golden brown hair came into the room dancing with each other, kicking their shoes off as they entered. They plopped on the couch opposite Damon and Emily. The blonde said “I told you if we danced Damon would get us a snack!” Emily covered her face nervously as she blushed like a teenager, and would have curled into a ball had Damon not held her knees. The brunette asked “Who’s the tickle toy?” Damon said evenly “Girls, this is Emily. Emily, that is Shay, and Blair. Two tickle slaves of mine, who need to remember what happens when they don’t use their manners.” Damon continued “Emily is new, and I think she has had enough for one night. Blair, why don’t you tie Shay’s arms over her head?” They got to work, enjoying themselves and clearly under the influence a bit. Emily asked “So what, just like that we’re done?” Damon smirked and said “For tonight, after I do one quick thing. If you want another session I’ll see to it that you can contact me. Sit tight.” Damon got up and tested Shay’s bonds, who was standing on her tiptoes in the middle of the room, suspended from a chain. Damon produced two more cuffs and said “Your turn Blair.” She giggled as she assumed position for her restraints. Once they were restrained Damon instructed Emily “Give me your sole” holding his hand out. She placed an ankle in his hand, and he produced a pen. He slowly and painstakingly wrote something on Emily’s sole, but she couldn’t tell. All she could do was laugh and scream until he finished. It felt like an eternity of that ball point pen stroking her arches, but it was bliss for her. When he finally finished, he pecked each of her soles goodnight and she left for the evening. She inspected her sole before putting her shoes back on, and it read Damon’s number and address.

#tickle club #ticklish #ticklish feet #Tickling #ticklee #tickler #club Ts #ticklish belly #belly tickling #Damon the ler

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witchyfroggins · 3 years ago

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A/N: haha, i had this idea in mind for awhile so seeing that people havent taken the holden opportunity for a oneshot or reader insert i guess my time has come!

Also the reader is said to be female but you can change it otherwise i dont mind.

Summary: in the unlikely events of an adventurer coming across the gate to the shivering isles in hopes of stopping the infinite loop of the greymarch a ball is to be hosted as a last hurrah.

Warnings: Emotions (possibly)

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Everyone in the Isles gathered in Sheoth at this evening dresses in bright or dim clothes dependinf where they rein from. Mania or dementia. You were from (Mania/Dementia) you wore a (Favorite Dress) along with your hair pinned up by a white flower from Mania's garden that you managed to sneak or just take.

The normally deserted streets were littered with people in creative masks and beautiful gowns. You had a white owl mask with real soft feathers. It only covered your eyes so you had a deep (Favorite color) Lipstick on your lips.

You were new to the isles so the reason for this beautiful Mascerade was a mystery to you but you'll enjoy it nonetheless.

Everyone was enjoying their time. Chatting with eachother, drinking and eating as they waited for the arrival of their very special guest. You knew who it was of course, the famed daedric prince of madness, sheogorath.

When you had arrived for the first time. You were confused and scared, the white bearded man welcomed you with a surprisingly warm smile on his face. Why did you not kill you? You never found out.

After that, in time you managed to serve under him from (Mania/Dementia). You always admired him. Your fear faded as soon as you looked into those golden cat like eyes. You, for a lack of a better word, interested in this prince. He could also say the same for you.

Presenting yourself so rawly to him. It was if he could see a fraction of himself in your eyes. You were nothing like the other mortals who had been sent to him after a a gruesome death. He wanted to get to know you better. So you stayed.

Back at the ball you navigated your way to the small bar that had been set up to get a drink. You were a nervous wreck, you weren't one to always wear fancy clothes. Let alone be in a fancy ball. This might as well be your first time.

As you were sipping on a glass of red wine the noise of the ball faded as everyone gazed upon the stairs as a figure appeared wearing a rather unfitting suit for the prince of madness. It was purple and styles like your normal Tuxedo but it was decorated with a golden floral pattern on one side while the other was a black thorn pattern. He dawned a golden feline eye mask above his nose.

Of course he was accompanied with his Chamberlain Haskill in his normal attire despite the event.

Everyone soon stopped their conversation as the mad prince raised both of his arms in the air with a wide cat grin on his bearded face.

"Let the Mascerade begin!" He Declared earning a cheer of approval as the floating orchestra began to play a tune on their own.

Everyone went back to their business as the mad prince stood from the top of the stairs gazing at what could be the last heart filled moment in a long time. The greymarch was upon him and he didnt have the courage to tell (y/n). But he couldn't find the right time.

As if by coincidence his eyes landed on her form. Awkwardly shuffling to the back of the room in her beautiful (Favorite color) gown and white owl mask. As if a predator was drawn to its prey he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Normally he would refrain himself from dancing with the locals. It wasnt good for reputation. But he may not get another chance. He cringed at the thought of becoming Jyggalag and hurting her.

As if battling with his own mind he had finally come to a conclusion. You only live once, as mortals say even though he was a daedric god. She could only live once.

Before he could even register what he was doing he found himself moving down the stone stairs. Grabbing the attention of his loyal followers as they fearfully cleared the floor for him as he strided confidently towards you.

It was only when he was a few feet away from you, you realised him. Almost choking on your wine as he stood in front of you in an almost intimidating way. But when you looked up to him as he was taller then you. You could see his eyes. The pupils weren't their usual shape. They were wider, his beautiful yellow irises shy of disappearing.

Quickly you placed your glass down and bowled.

"L-Lord sheogorath, how can i help you?" You asked forcing the words our of your mouth joping to play it cool. However your voice betrayed you at that moment.

You awaited his response. The simplest things could tick him off bu tonight there will always be an exception. He looked down at you, he just laughed. Not his usual maniacal laugh. It was soft almost inaudible to the people around him. But he made certain you heard it.

He hooked a finger under your chin grabbing your attention as he guided your head to look at him. You could feel the heat rise on your cheeks as you gazed up at him. A kind smile on his face.

After a moment he steppes back giving enough space between you two for him to bow to you! A mortal. The crowd began to stir, whispering among themselves as he reaxhed out with his hand.

"A dance? Mi'lady?" He asked in his usual scottish accent that sent a shver down your spine.

You by all means would jump at the chance of dancing with him. But with the people staring and whispering behind their masks she felt as if it was wrong.

"Are you certain my lord?" You asked in an accent of your own. Oh how he loved to hear you speak. It made him feel as if he were flying. Well he can fly but it was different.

He didnt speak a word sending a glare to those around them. And with one swift movement he took you gently by the hand pulling you towards his chest. One arm sliding around your waist with ease.

"Don't mind them my dear. Tonight it's just about you and me" he whispered in your ear. He waited to long for this moment for so long and it was finally here.

He couldn't help but bask in your presence. Your smell, the feeling of you in his arms. It was beautiful. He guided you to the dance floor. Your dress swaying with his movements.

The band began to play once again. The lamps that hung on strings between the buildings changed into a beautiful red hue as it focused only on them.

You averted your eyes from him. To embarrassed to look his way. He wasn't impressed by this and with a small 'tsk' freeing one hand only to hook it under your chin once more as if it never left.

"I dont much like people averting my gaze (y/n). If it wasn't for your exquisite beauty i would have had you displayed as a carpet in my throne room" he stated his voice staying the same mono tone. It almost scared you if not for his hidden compliment.

He enjoyed dancing with you. Having you entwined with his own dark soul as he spun you around. However his glee wouldn't last long. There was still the dire situation to come and he has yet to tell you. Maybe he doesn't.

Sheogorath had a beautiful idea. A way to show his affection for you and get you out of danger.

With one simple movement he spun you around once again before dipping you low enough for your hair to become undone and hit the stone floor. He kept you their for some time. Just admiring how you looked. The red of your cheeks brought out your beautiful (eye color) eyes.

You couldn't hear anything above your own racing heartbeat as the close proximity of your face and his. His breath mingling with yours. Drawing you ever so closer to him.

With out a warning his lips connected with your own. It was just as you imagined it, soft, warm and slightly chasped but it was perfect.

Both of your lips moved in perfect sinc with eachother. As if you were made for him. A perfect mortal molded into his liking without his torment. You were perfect. He couldn't let you call to his lesser half.

He pulled you back onto your feet. Never removing his lips from yours. Spinning you around fast enough that you couldn't see straight. Then the last words you would probably ever hear from him in some time.

"I'm sorry"

His words confused you but as soon as you regained your balance and the world stopprd spinning you realised you were not in the isles anymore. You were in nirn.

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All done!

Wow! That took longer then i though and it is longer then i thought.

Anyway part 2??

#sheogorath #Sheogorath x reader #Oneshot #shivering isles #part 1?????#sheogorath oneshot #before the greymarch #possible upsetty feels

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sailorshadzter · 3 years ago

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Prompt: Joffrey reveals himself to be a monster to her towards the start of the stay at Winterfell .Knowing that her parents cant reject the match between herself and the Crown Prince without repercussions,she stages a kidnapping and slips herself into the group heading to the Wall. Maybe she cuts off her hair/dyes her hair/steals some of Brans clothes.Kinda like a Mulan AU I guess?

OOOOOH WOW

this is one of those asks that i have to scroll for a minute to get to!!! but i got to it!!! IM SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO VERY LONG but inspiration strikes when it strikes. anyways, i might come out with a part 2 / dont tempt me to make this into another au i never finish but man the idea is GOOD.

anyways

i hope it was worth the wait.

As the night begins to dawn, Sansa Stark finds it hard to keep both feet on the ground.

She's lovestruck, falling hard for the golden haired Baratheon prince that's been put before her. With his charming good looks and regal posture, he's enough to make any maiden's heart flutter. In truth, even now with Joffrey and his parents, the King and Queen of the Iron Throne there in her own home, she's finding it hard to believe that she, she, of all people, will be the one to marry the prince. That someday she might be a queen as beautiful as his mother, Cersei Lannister, who smiles so sweetly whenever they meet, who speaks so tenderly, who upon after the betrothal was made official, calls her daughter, as if she so truly were.

"Come my lady, let us take one last walk." It's Joffrey now, bending over his arm in a bow as he approaches where she sits among the other young ladies of Winterfell. They erupt in giggles around her as she blushes to the roots of her hair but nods all the same, reaching out her hand to take his, allowing him to help her up onto her feet. Though she glances towards her mother, who sits engaged in conversation with her father and the King himself, Joffrey tugs on her hand and she can do nothing else besides follow after him. She knows it's inappropriate for her and the prince to sneak off alone like this, but she can't help but to excitedly wonder if he means only to steal her away for a private kiss. Besides, they are to be married in only a few short weeks, so what harm would it do?

They walk together out into the moonlit night, a surprising chill to the air that sends a shiver down her spine. If Joffrey notices, he does not speak on it, rather he continues to lead her through the courtyard where only a handful of guards and nobility mingle. It was astonishing just how many people came along with the King and his family and Sansa isn't certain there would ever be a way to remember all of their names. Along the back, they step into the gardens, the darkening sky pierced by the soft white light of the moon. "I will miss the moonlight of the North," she says as they fall to a stop before the brimming fountain, her lips curving with a smile. "But I suppose I will love it all the more whenever we return."

At her words, Joffrey turns, his expression not one she's seen before. It's not confusion, but rather, it looks like anger. No, it is something far beyond anger, and it frightens her down to her very core. Startled, Sansa begins to stammer an apology, but Joffrey silences her with a wave of his hand. "Return?" He scoffs, looking from her back towards Winterfell and back again. "We'll not be returning here once we leave," he goes on, shaking his head with a scathing sort of laugh that is far more chilling than the wind had been.

"Y-your pardon, I only meant... When we visit..."

"Did you not hear me, my lady... Once we leave here in two days, we shall not be returning. Not you and certainly not me. You will be my queen and you will stay South, where you belong." A strange feeling is creeping up within her; it's cold, it's deep, and it's so very dark. There is something about the way Joffrey says this that she knows it to be true. She realizes then, quite suddenly, that if she leaves with him as intended, she will never again return to Winterfell. She swallows. This isn't right, she thinks, he musn't mean it.

"I know the North is not entirely to your pleasure, but it is my home... I can't imagine never returning," she smiles, hoping her easy going tone is not lost to the shaking of her voice. "You may even grow to enjoy it here, if you give it a chance..." To her horror, Joffrey's hands shoot up and for a single instance, she thinks he means to strike her, but rather he takes hold of her by the upper arms, his grip like a vice. "M-my lord, you're h-hurting me," she whimpers, staring up into Joffrey's blazing eyes.

He leans in close to her, as close as he might have done for the kiss she had once hoped he'd bestow upon her, and breathes a simple reply. "Bid your home farewell, sweetheart, for we ride south in the morning." His grip lessens and then, he lets go entirely, taking a single step back from where she stands. The morning? She thinks, these words sinking in, realizing now that though she'd been told it would be another day before leaving... Evidently, someone had decided that there was no need to stay another night and no one had chosen to tell her. She wonders if this is cruelty on Joffrey's part or kindness of her parents, hoping to spare her the pain of knowing it was her last night home. Either way, it matters not, because she knows there's no way she can go South.

Not ever.

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As she lays in bed, Sansa can do little else but stare at the ceiling above her bed and wish to be someone else. If she were anybody else, she would not be marrying the prince, and she would not be leaving home. Sansa had tried to explain her feelings to her mother, who had merely laughed and said it was nervous jitters. I had them, too, before I married your father, Cat Stark had said as she brushed out her daughter's hair for bed one last time. The next time she brushed this head of hair, it would be for her wedding day. The longer she spent with her mother that evening, the more Sansa realized she could not simply back out of this wedding. Sansa was not a stupid girl, though Arya might have argued differently, and she knew of the trouble brewing between the families. Between the kingdoms. She's overheard enough whispers and listened to enough speculation between her brothers to know that war was a very real possibility- some said only the good friendship between the Baratheon king and their father was what kept them safe. Sansa also knows, even just from the words spoken during their betrothal, that her marriage with Joffrey solidified the peace between them.

And yet...

The longer she thinks about it, the more she knows that despite it all, she cannot ride South. She knows of the stories, the ones of what happens to Stark men that go to King's Landing... What was stopping something terrible from happening to her as well? There had to be a way, there just had to be a way to free her from this wedding and ultimately, the prison King's Landing was certain to be.

It's just as she's resigning herself to her misery that something comes to her.

One of the stories she had read as a young girl, a story of a princess taken in the dead of night by an evil lord. Said princess was to be rescued by her true love, a shining knight of virtue that rides in on his white horse. And more is coming- it's not just her that is to leave on the morrow- but Jon, as well. Jon, her bastard brother, was being sent to the wall to join the Knight's Watch. He certainly would not be her knight, but if she could somehow slip in among him and the others heading out... Yes, it might possibly work.

But if it's going to work, she must work fast, as she knows the men are set to leave before morning light. And so she leaps from her bed and pulls on her dressing robe. It is late into the night, hours still from the morning call, but there is always the fear of a guard or even her father discovering her out of bed at such an hour. But she says a silent prayer to the Old Gods and then tiptoes from her room.

[ x x x ]

When the morning call comes, she's already gone, a single note hastily scratched in writing she hopes looks entirely unlike her own penmanship.

She's been gone well over an hour by then, for just as she had planned, she manages to slip away among those leaving for the Knight's Watch. With an old cloak draped over her shoulders, she keeps the hood up, shielding from those around her the red hair she's so well known for. Before leaving, she managed to snag some old breeches and shirt from the laundry, and she's braided her hair and tucked it up as much as she could. Luckily for her, she's mostly ignored by the other men, aside from one man who growls at her when she bumps into him halfway into the morning that first day.

The group walks for hours; far longer than she's certainly ever walked at one time. She's tired and she's hungry and she hurts in places she's never hurt before. But, there is a strange sense of warmth comes over her as she settles into a place of her own, away from the others, nearer to the river that runs through the forest. With no knowledge of how to build a fire, Sansa is thankful for the warmth of the summer night and hungry as she is, realizes she's far more tired than anything else. After a sleepless night and endless walking, she will forgo food if only it means she can sleep.

And so she wanders closer to the water's edge, where there beneath the canopy of darkness, she finally lowers her hood.

From where he watches, Jon finds himself intrigued by what he sees.

He can't really say what draws him to follow the hooded figure out to the river beyond simple curioisity. But now as he watches, he sees hands pulling what certainly must be pins from hair and to his shock, long hair comes tumbling down. Now he's really curious.

And just then, a cloud above them shifts and the moonlight illuminates her.

The red hair is vibrant, the pale moonlight weaving between the strands like ribbons. He's stunned, but his foot snaps a twig all the same. When she whips around, it's steel blue eyes he finds himself staring into and Jon wonders, despite sixteen years beneath the same roof as her, he's never noticed that look within her eyes. "Sansa..." Her name is on his lips before he can stop it and he realizes now that she is quite like a deer in the crosshairs, a creature torn between fight and flight.

She can't believe this.

Her fleeting sense of safety has fled, vanished into the night the moment those Stark gray eyes settled upon her. Of course, she can't now understand how she ever expected to avoid Jon forever, but she had hoped to at least be further out than this when they did meet. "Jon," she greets, taking a step away from the river and closer to where he stands. The moonlight is bright and it illuminates Jon in a way that makes her blink, makes her think. "Please..." It's the only plea she can offer, the only words that in this moment, seem right to say.

Jon studies her for a long moment; all things considered, she must have had a good reason to come. Sansa Stark wasn't the type to just... Throw it all away without a reason. Her dream of marriage to a prince was to come true, after all. Her golden haired Prince Joffrey had arrived in Winterfell only days before; a smug, ugly sort of kid that had grown tall, taller than even Robb, but one that had stolen Sansa's heart all the same. Jon wonders what could have made her do what she'd done. "I won't," he promises suddenly, earnestly.

Her face relaxes, she smiles.

She feels safe once again and it is far warmer than it was before.

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #ask box prompts #i really could write more for this #my writing

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nota-deviant · 3 years ago

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Chapter 3

Dib was surprised to not see Zim come in. It had been a routine for him at this point and now he had a pre-made cup of whiskey going to waste

"Dammit Zim, of course you wouldn't come in the day I make your drink for you"

The raven haired male grumbled to no one but himself, washing a glass and perking up at a conversation he heard at one of the close by tables

"I can't believe he's allowed to come in here"

"You think someone would shoot him already"

Dib glared. He had no idea who the men were talking about but he didn't enjoy hearing things like that in his bar. It would usually start a fight and he would end up with atleast a bloody nose or a black eye from a drunk patron

"Hey!"

He spoke up, the two guys looking over to him with curious looks

"I don't appreciate that kind of talk in my bar. If you’re planning on killing someone, I'd rather not have the blood on my floors"

He stated in a sour tone, making it clear that they better stop or he was going to kick them out

"Of course someone like you wouldn't want that talk. Man up, a little blood won't kill ya"

"What kind of someone am I exactly?"

The two looked at each other before bursting into a brief fit of laughter

"Oh you crack me up. But of course you'd be clueless, your kind aren't very smart"

Dib wasn't having it. This conversation was about to go one of two ways. Either they leave...or things were bound to get messy

"Get out of my bar."

He stated sternly, but the men stayed put

"Or what fag?"

Dibs blood started to boil

"Look at him! You people are low but I'd never think you'd mingle with the freak that comes in everyday. Then again, you both have a thing in common"

"Yeah, we're not douches."

"Your menaces to society. Man up and quit acting like a fool around that freak"

"That freak is the only goddam person in here that pays their fucking tab"

With that, Dib grabbed the whiskey he had poured for Zim and tossed it onto the man, brown liquid staining the light blue plaid shirt he wore

Before he knew it the bar had gone into chaos. It wasn't just a small bruise or nose bleed this time for Dib...oh no..this time Dib was wrestling on the ground with the same guy, a bottle flying over them and smashing against the wall as Dib was punched smack dab in the middle of his face. Was his mouth bleeding?

Dib couldn't tell. He never fought, and because of that he was quite easily beaten down in the brawl. Blood pooled around his head and he groaned, his left eye almost swollen shut from how bruised it was.he couldn't tell whether or not the red he saw was alcohol or blood, settling on closing his eyes and passing out

Dib woke up later that night to an empty bar, his head in excruciating pain and pieces of glass sticking out of his torso and arms. He was just glad he wasn't shot. Dib shakily pushed himself up and groaned as the pain only became worse now that he was standing. His bar looked like it had been turned upside down and he was adamant that his father was going to have quite a few words to say to him about this

I can't believe you lost control of yourself so easily

He could already hear the words in his head as he made his way to the back to clean his wounds. He was so focused on the pain and blood that he didn't hear the door open or the crunch of glass under heavy shoes as someone made their way to the bar

"How am I going to fix this?"

He scolded himself and frowned, bandaging up his arm and jumping back as a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned around quick enough to see the shocked and angry look in Zims eyes. They were glowing in this light..almost completely red from what Dib could see. In his mind he panicked...adrenaline pumping through his veins again as he booked it for the back of the bar. He didn't know why he ran..was it because he was scared? Was he afraid that Zim was going to hurt him too now? Dib doubted it but he wouldn't put it past him, a lot of bruises were ones from the day before when Zim stayed until closing and wouldn't stop punching his arm every time he said a stupid joke. Dib got lost in his thoughts and nearly ran right into a wall, turning around and immediately being pinned by..what were they? They shone like metal and were sharp enough to stab straight through him but only went through his shirt and dug into the wall

"Who did this?"

"What?"

Dib looked up, seeing Zim now at a taller point and standing on two of the weird metal legs

"Who.Did.This"

His voice had danger in it and he looked like he was ready to murder someone. Dib couldn't get any words out..he didn't know who..and he didn't want anyone getting hurt. Warm tears flowed down his face and Zims face softened from anger to pity as he lowered himself and walked over. Zim had never touched Dib before...atleast not in the way he was doing so now. A clawed hand wiped one of Dibs tears away and he sniffles, trying to not look as stupid as he felt in that very moment

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop it! I didn't know how to fight him off I just-"

"Be quiet..you'll only cause yourself more harm by panicking"

Zim shushed Dib and pulled him into a hug, those same claws digging into his back as Zims face went into the crook of his neck.

They stayed like that for a good long while, quiet and both filled with fear

"I don't know who it was"

Dib finally said, Zim pulling away from the hug and giving a nod. The green man's hands lingered on his shoulders for awhile before being pulled back to his sides

"I didn't mean to scare you..I can explain everything"

"Dont..not right now atleast..I've had enough excitement for one day"

Dib took Zims hand and gave a weary smile

"Why don't we have a drink...it seems like we both need one right now"

Zim let out a weak laugh and nodded, his eyes seeming to go into a softer pink glow rather than red

"Lets"

Chapter 2 here

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jessicajonesrp · 4 years ago

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Family reunion

Jessica, texting Luke: who the hell let a Phillip Jones in the building

Jessica: if it’s Trish she’s way more fucking blonde than I thought

Luke texting back: Que? What the heck are you talking about woman and since when did I become your doorman?

Jessica: PHILLIP JONES FUCK HELLOOOO

Luke not having a clue what’s going on just calls her.

“What are you talking about, am I suppose to know this person?? Seriously how am I supposed to know what the hell you’re talking about Jessica?”

Jessica is talking very rapidly, her breaths shallow as she answers, pacing back and forth.

“My fucking brother, that’s who. The one dead 16 years now? Only not because he just left my office. Probably he did anyway, since I opened the window and jumped out of it after my whole fucking world imploded.”

“Oh your brother….Ooohh your dead brother?? Now your insane rantings make sense now..Shit Jessica I’m at a lost of words right now..What are you going to do?”

Jessica laughs, but it sounds far from humorous. “I don’t fucking know, I kinda just freaked out and bolted. It isn’t a ghost, and it was him, as soon as he said it I could tell it was. They said he was dead, why the fuck would they tell me that, and where the fuck has he been all this time?”

“Wait backup, you jumped out your window? And why would someone lie about him being dead? I think I have as many questions as you do.“

Jessica is still pacing the rooftop. “I mean, it was open already. The window. I dont know, but I’m definitely awake right? This is real? This isn’t….I don’t, another fucking hallucination thing?”

“Well I don’t know baby, how about you go back and crazy thinking here..Talk to him! Make sure he’s not some crazy fanboy..Do your detective thing..Get his fingerprints and some DNA, if he’s telling the truth, he shouldn’t object to proving it. I’ll wrap up things here and come to your office..And if he’s a nut, let’s just be happy you didn’t work from home today.”

“Whatever, you don’t have to,” Jessica muttered, exhaling. “I got it. I’ll go back and see if he’s still there. Hell, if he really is Phillip, he’s waited sixteen years to show himself, he can wait ten minutes for me.”

“You sure? Cause twenty…thirty minutes top and I could be there..I’m mean if you got family out there I’d like to meet them.” Looking down at his desk at the pile of boring papers. “Honestly I could use the break, I’m sooooo damn bored! We should have stayed on our honeymoon longer.”

Jessica huffed another breath, shaking her hair back from her face. “I’m stopping by the liquor store first, then I’ll go back. I mean…I guess it could be a trick, or some of my crazy head games with myself. But.. What if it isn’t? He looks like him. Like He would have looked.”

“Come on Jessica if it is your brother do you really want his first impression of you as a person that jumped out her own office window and his second you’re drunk off your ass, Look I’ll bring home a bottle of the good stuff but go back a face him with your wits intact.”

It was a good point. Fuck it, why did Luke always have to talk logic when Jessica was ready to run away and shove aside anything that tried to stop her or make her feel?

“Well, it wouldn’t be all that surprising to him, since his last impression of me before showing up on my doorstop was how I caused the accident that killed our parents because I wouldn’t let him have a fucking video game,” she muttered, and damn if her eyes aren’t getting a little wet.

It’s something that she’s always harbored, and never voiced aloud before, that it is her belief that she is the reason that her family had died. She had been too selfish, too loud, too much of a bitch, she hadn’t shared with her little brother and had made her father angry, she was the reason he took his eyes off the road. If it wasn’t for her, it never would have happened, her family would still be alive.

She had always pushed those beliefs far down; Dorothy certainly hadn’t encouraged her to talk about her family, and Trish had always been so tentative around the subject, not wanting to hurt or anger her, that it had become far too easy to blank out memories or feelings about them for someone already inclined to repress anything too painful. Now, the possibility was presenting itself that for all these years, she had actually had a little brother out there, orphaned because of her, needing her, maybe not knowing what had happened to her. Or had he? Had he known all along that his sister had been adopted by a celebrity, while he was left behind, and she was told that he was dead?

“Fucking Dorothy,” Jessica muttered, more to herself than to Luke, because whatever had happened all these years to her brother, she was almost sure Dorothy Walker’s hand was somewhere in the mix. In response to Luke, she said begrudgingly, “Fine, I’m going back. I’ll show up sober, but no promises I’ll stay that way once I’m there.”

Hanging up, she ran a shaking hand over her face, fighting to slow the escalation of her breathing. She manages to stave off enough anxiety to avoid a panic attack, even as memories flicker through her mind. Waking up at fifteen in the hospital bed, frightened, in pain, wanting nothing more than to see her parents’ face, only to overhear the angry voice of teenaged Trish, blurting out that all of her family is dead. Asking about funerals, about memorials or any sort of service she could take part in, only to be told that those had already taken place, that she had missed them all, and there was not so much gravestones for her to visit instead. Picturing her family cremated, as Dorothy had so blithely told her, decimated into pieces small enough that they would all together fit in a small box or vase.

If Phillip was alive, then whose body had they cremated? Or was even that a lie? Were her parents still alive out there somewhere too?

Hope mingled with dread as Jessica started jumping rooftops, making her way back to her office building’s. She swung herself back down inside the open window, unsure whether she was relieved or not when she saw immediately that the man who had introduced himself as her brother was still present inside, now sitting somewhat uncomfortably on her beaten couch.

“I figured you had to come back some time,” he muttered, not acknowledging the fact that her rather nontraditional entrance through the window. After her exit out of it, perhaps he expected that she preferred using it to doors. “Even if you do run your own business, you’ve gotta touch base at office eventually.”

Jessica didn’t move any closer towards him, even when he stood, angling his body to face hers. Leaning back against the window, as though prepared to make another hasty exit if needed, she crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.

“So you’re my brother,” she said flatly, eyes looking towards his forehead, rather than the hazel eyes that so closely matched her own. “Prove it.”

“What do you want, my birth certificate, my DNA?” Phillip shrugged, sounding unsurprised. “I could get both or either. Mouth swabs can do the trick these days. But I’m guessing you’re wanting words. Well, let’s see, my middle name is Brian, after Dad, but I guess anyone could look that one up. Your middle name is Campbell, after Mom’s maiden name. I know anyone could look that one up too, but what they couldn’t look up is you used to hate it, because I would call you Campbell soup, to the point that you wouldn’t eat any kind of soup at all, even if it wasn’t actually Campbell brand.”

Jessica’s eyes widened, and she tried to cover her shock by pressing her lips together in a thin line. Phillip wasn’t finished. He seemed to actually enjoy throwing some of the old, mostly forgotten information about her long ago history back towards her.

“Hm, you used to watch Xena the Warrior Princess a lot, you wanted to dress like her for Halloween but Dad didn’t want you wearing the skimpy costume, so you were a ninja turtle instead. I think that was when you were maybe eleven? You lost a tooth when you were nine on the playground because you were trying to do a full flip on the monkey bars and bashed your mouth against a bar instead. I was crying, scared because of all the blood, but you didn’t even cry. You were just mad because Mom made us leave and wouldn’t let you try again.”

Jessica couldn’t speak. She tried, but her throat was closed up, and she couldn’t seem to form words or thoughts. Everything Phillip was recounting was true, memories she hadn’t touched in nearly two decades, and as they flooded back vividly, she stood frozen between pain and hope.

“Uh…oh, you had some troll dolls, and I hated them, because their eyes and those weird little jewels in their belly buttons glowed in the dark. So of course, you used to sneak them into my room and hide them in my bed or in a dresser drawer or something, just to make me scream. And of course, I did my part by waking you up when you were a teenager by burping or farting in your face, then running for my life.”

Phillip chuckled slightly, then intensified the easy, laidback tone of his voice, taking a slow step forward. “Take the DNA test if you want, Jessica, but you have to know it’s me. Don’t you.”

And she did. She knew before he said any of it, knew as soon as he identified himself aloud the first time. This was her brother. Her brother….alive.

“You’re not dead,” she said aloud, her voice small and dry. “They said you were dead.”

Phillip shrugged, one side of his mouth tipping up in a smirk, very similar to one Jessica’s own face often showed.

“Guess news of my demise was greatly exaggerated then.” More seriously, he said, “Technically, I guess I did die, they had to shock me back a few times, or so I hear. But in the long run, I survived. And I’m here. I wanted to see you, Jessie. Once I could find you, and get to you….I wanted to see my sister.”

Jessie. The name sounded different in his mouth than it did in Dorothy’s, or any of the other people who insisted on saying it and whom Jessica refused to accept it from. She had thought the only three people allowed to call her by her childhood name were long gone, and the privilege to do so gone with them. But this man, this person with her brother’s features on a grown man’s face, called her Jessie so easily and naturally, and it sounded right.

In a few jerky steps Jessica came forward, putting her arms around Phillip in an awkward but intense embrace. They had been fifteen and ten the last time they saw each other, and their relationship ship been far from one that showed physical affection; any physical contact with each other generally involved pinching, slaps, and shoves. It felt strange and strained to touch someone so familiar and yet so unknown, but as Phillip put his arms around her in return, with almost equal levels of awkwardness, his responding lack of ease only intensified her knowledge that he was the real deal.

“Ease up, Jess,” he said lightly, flinching slightly. “Not all of us have super strength.”

When Jessica jerked back, eyeing him, he shrugged at her. “What, how else do you think I found you? You were on the news constantly after that mind control guy, and everyone going crazy trying to kill each other. And then Dowling Investigations ads, it might be Trish Walker’s face, but she says your name and your title, and everyone in the world with any sort of TV or radio access knows you’re her adopted sister. Yeah, there are like, a million Jessica Joneses, and I didn’t know if you’d stay in New York or not earlier, but once the mind control guy happened, and Trish talking about you on her show, it wasn’t that hard to find you. I just…kind of took a while to get up the balls to actually go to you.”

He shrugged again, giving her a somewhat self conscious smile. “I guess now that we’re here, we have to get to know each other all over again. We’ve kind of spent more time living apart than together, you know? A lot can happen in sixteen years.”

He was right on that. And truthfully, Jessica had no idea where to start, so she focused back on him.

“So if you weren’t dead all this time…where have you been? What the hell happened?”

#Jessica Jones #jessica jones roleplay #Luke Cage #luke cage roleplay

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aalt-ctrl-del · 3 years ago

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I'm still kind of in a state of shock still.

One of the case studies I keep an eye on contracted covid, and there was a death.

I have what my fam refers to "Case studies". People that vlog and post videos on youtube, I monitor their VAL status and health. We track the covid spread like a weather forecast, predicting which geographic regions - states to counties within - by these individuals. I usually go with those I have firm understanding of which state they live in.

As predicted, the white demographic seemed immune or resistant to the covid spread in early 2020 and many reached the end of 2020 without reporting covid infection. A few of my case studies I anticipated and called a "covid infection", which is me declaring they have covid and then observing. I have a 65% accuracy rate, because each and every vlogger I anticipated to contract covid, came forward with a "covid story" and talked about their experience. All of these vloggers were white - but given the disproportionately effects of a covid infection between white and poc, the poc demography likely took essential precautions to insure none infection.

I've made a lot of hypotheticals and assessments based on virology and biological comprehension, through how the immune response behaves under distress or to the initial threat based on how the body behaves on studied and current viruses - rabies, HIV, meningitis, ebola - these are a sample of my reference sheet. Viruses have simple behavior patterns - infect, replicate, eat, spread. They need host cells to replicate, which destroys the host cell and makes it incapable or fulfilling its functions for the body.

Today, with the wave of delta, I am seeing so many of our current case studies contract the delta variant. And become very sick. And one of my case studies, I have an extensive list of their VALs (values, attitudes, lifestyle), insisted it was the flu. The couple was very religious, qAnon believes, their fan base was swamped with qAnon supporters and overt christian/evangelic believers. Not vaccinated.

The partner was not high risk, retired, devoted religious. The partner did not last a week.

I've had a theory, not a new one but it pertains to delta as well. That covid does not grant immunity or antibodies to some individuals, or in the least will not grant reliable antibodies. This is based on individuals immune competency. But I have a theory that those that contracted covid, may be more susceptible to the delta variant.

And on that, I've mentioned it could take months, even years to recover fully from a covid infection. This sounds extreme or a dramatic assessment, but covid is not a flu bug, it is viremia. It damages the blood tissue, and purging viral presence from the vascular tract can be extremely difficult. That is why the vaccine is so critical to those that are long-haulers or have persisting symptoms. They may have viral presence persisting.

That was really my only fear when the vaccines were available to the public. Would long-haulers or those with previous covid infection have a relapse? Or would the vaccine trigger a reaction from the immune system.

Turned out, they were fine. Better when they got the vaccine. The vaccine didn't cure them, but it benefitted their health. Likely triggered their immune response to create antibodies that could deal with the infection. Time will tell how long it takes an extent of that infection to allow them a full recovery.

And now we are receiving these reports of these conservative radio voices, anti-vaxx, contracting delta and dying. As it was pointed out, faux news anchors and staff are ALL vaxxinated. These people, the anti-vaxx, are dying for a lie.

Really, there are still people out here "i DOnT knOW wHAts iN The VaCCinE, I wOnT pUt THaT iN My BoDy"

So you'll invite this completely unstable, feral, viremia virus into your blood to melt your lungs, give you liver failure, because nicki meningitis said her sisters cousins best-friend, heard through a crack in the wall from this guy in the bakery, that someone's fiancé got swol balls from a side-effect to the vaccine?

My mom and I, she's a retired nurse btw, we were reviewing reports from medical staff and the EMTs looking after the ones that fell into covid shock from delta. Their lungs developing pulmonay fibrosis, basically the lungs rot to death and fail. She said it's like ebola.

Delta a very aggressive and replicates at a much higher rate than covid original. As such, it's incubation prior to presented symptoms is a much short elapse, a week. A week. I can identify covid in someone a month in advance, because covid original has ot a very distinct time period before someone falls into covid shock. I can primarily identify those who are 'asymptomatic' - basically, anyone who has contracted covid original WILL present some symptom, that is why I refer to the healthy carrier as a myth.

Basically, a lot of white people contracted covid original but were not aware, and either fell into covid shock (presented symptoms) or their immune response was adequate enough they didn't realize they were ever sick, IF viable antibodies produced.

Delta doesn't do this. You get sick with it, YOU GET SICK.

So what we have right now, from my case studies, is we got a lot of white people who thought that the virus wasn't real or wouldn't infect them, either because they are healthy or low risk, or they already had a covid original.

But delta, for those not primed or unvaccinated, it absolutely destroys them. So many of these healthy people have gotten sick, most have made a recovery because they were actually healthy and had a legitimate immunity response to the delta before it overwhelmed them completely.

But so many of these people believe "I'm healthy and my immune system is good." Those really are not factors here. It DOES NOT MATTER how healthy you are or your immunity history with other viruses. Delta is a different variant, it is aggressive, volatile, and very hungry.

The life cycle of a virus, by a hypothetical example, demands that a strong and successful pathogen must alter itself - evolve - at least five times every six months. Every six months, because that is when we have classes resume, companies higher fresh staff or interns from college, people move and carry variants to new areas, where they begin to mingle and spread with a new population. Of the five variants that are produced, only one or two might be viable as replicators. The others die out due to insufficient population density, where they feed and grow, and thus build momentum.

As in the case of the delta variant. It is only highly successful as a spreader, because it is intentionally spread, and has a relatively wide window of movement before it's host becomes incapacitated. Due to misconceptions that the covid is a case of flu, or individuals have immunity after contracting covid original, the severity of the delta is dismissed. Usually in the case of the white demograph case studies.

So going on with this "I dOnT NeED vaCINnes iN Me," is absolute suicide. Unless for a legitimate medical reason your doctor is cautioning you about, you need to get vaccinated. The delta is dangerous and it is going to survive, and it will use you to do so. And when it is done with you, your body can no longer replicate its children, it will kill you.

And when it runs out of one food source, it will evolve and move on to the next. Right now there can be a new variant testing the waters for its infection rate, but we won't see it, not until February of the 2022.

I don't have sympathy for these people, but in a way I pity them. To be so disconnected from the world and our society, so defiant and assured of their immortality. All these people, like hannity, fucker calrson, mayo failor gangreene, THEY ARE VACCINATED. And they are fighting against vaccine mandates, or telling people "you don't need the vaccine. The Dems are trying to control you. The vaccine is bad."

They are misleading stupid, gullible, idiots that will gargle iodine or huff oxyclean. And I don't care. They are stupid worthless people, so hellbent on their religion and god saving them, they'll kill their own children to get into the fabled paradise. And they've fallen for these con people, praise them as their prophets. It's just so pathetic. I'm so tired of these news segments - "Guess wo got covid today!"

Probably a true believer with a saune hannity shrine.

They don't have to die. I am so tired of hearing how "stupid person died because anti-vaxx". It's pitiful. All it is now, is a waiting game. We can argue about vaccines and covid all day, but in the end, delta will be laughing in your lungs.

#delta #covid #long post #case studies #scientific data #in todays day and age i want to be wrong #for fucks sake I wish i was wrong #virus #vaccine #wear a FUCKING MASK #get vaccinated #talk to your doctor

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A/N: I don’t own anything from Attack on Titan. All rights belong to Hajime Isayama

Chapter one: Promise me

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After the Survey Corps reclaimed Wall Maria, the refugees from Wall Rose went back to fix their old homes. The Survey soldiers were praised by the people as heroes. The newly crowned Queen Historia gave medals for their heroic act. While the queen handed out the medals to the surviving soldiers one by one, the crowd cheered. Once the ceremony was over, everyone mingled to congratulate the heroes. Captain Levi Ackerman was among his subordinates when a servant tapped his shoulder to get his attention. “Tch, yeah?” He looked at the servant who nervously handed him a letter with a royal seal. This made the captain turn his body facing the servant and took the letter. He opened the letter to read it. His eyes glance back at the servant. “Lead the way to Her Grace.” Levi whispered. The dark haired man followed the servant to a hallway then made a turn to a double door and opened it to see the queen already waiting for him.

The servant closed the door from behind him to give privacy to both of them. Now, it's just Levi and Historia alone in the room. “Already missing me, Historia?” His smirk spread from his lips. Historia glanced at the short man as she got up to walk toward him. “You could say that.” She giggled while her arms wrapped around his neck to lean in for a sweet kiss. Levi smiled then kissed her back as his hands gripped on her hips. The kiss became intense and passionate. Both lovers moaned from the pleasurable kiss. Historia pulled away to gasp for air. Levi admired her flushed face. The lovers had been together since Historia was known as Krista Lenz. The downside of their relationship was kept a secret to everyone since he’s a captain and Historia is a queen. “Tch brat, you should be careful not to summon me alone. People will begin to suspect us.” He caressed her beautiful angelic face. “I know but I missed you since we said goodbye before you head off to reclaim Shiganshina. I should have gone with you guys.” Levi interrupted her. “No. I would have not let you even if you’re stubborn enough to try to go. I won’t hesitate to tie you to a chair and have you stay put like a good queen.” he glared at his lover which Historia sighs but blushed at the idea of being tied by her boyfriend. “I love you. I can’t bear to lose you, Historia.” His tone was soft. The queen nodded. “How do you think I felt when you went on the recent mission? I spent those days feeling anxious and scared that you won’t come home….to me. Neither could I lose you, my love.” A few tears fell from her eyes when those days during the mission, Historia was feeling anxious like hell.

Levi stayed quiet, but he began to wipe her tears again. Historia grabbed his hand to leave kisses. She continued speaking. “I felt useless just having to wait at the palace while you and my friends are out there risking their lives. I should have been there to help. I was once a soldier! I am strong, Levi” She stared into the man’s grey eyes. Levi sighed as he finally broke his silence. “Like I said, I won’t let you. I lost the important people in my life before. Yes, eventually I moved on, but with you it’s different. You’re the first woman I fell in love with, and I follow you to death, if anything happened to you.” He vowed to her. This is unexpected for himself since Levi never had been in love before. Now, he knows why some people did some crazy shit for love. Levi is known to take it extreme. He’ll sell his soul to the devil if it saves Historia. That’s how much she means to him. “You will certainly not follow me to death. I forbid you.” She made her stand. Levi on the other hand, gave a dark chuckle. “You forbid me? Sorry you’re majesty, but I already made an oath to you and myself.” Historia sighed and thought about telling him the news she received when he was at the mission to reclaim Wall Maria. “Please Levi...if anything happens to me. You must live. You’re humanity’s Strongest.” Levi scoffed. “That title means nothing to me besides, humanity got Yeager and Ackerman. Why do you want me to keep living?” He raised his brow at her curiously. Historia looked away nervously. She had been trying to find a way to tell him. How will he react? Will he hate it and walk away from her? “Because my greatest fear is to leave our child orphaned. If one of us died, he or she would need you.” Her tone started to be shaky. Levi at first seems confused about a child that hasn’t been born. Then he looked down to see her belly which it all clicked. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” His tone gave off monotone. “How far along are you?” He doesn’t know how to take this news. Levi never considered having children even for the purpose of passing on his gene to the next generation. Levi was raised by Kenny Ackerman after his mother died. He doesn’t have fatherly traits. He’s worried he’ll screw up the unborn kid.

Historia could tell Levi is trying to process what she said. “I’m 2 months along. I found out when you went to battle to claim back Wall Maria from the titans. I know this baby is unexpected, but we both can do this. We can raise this baby together. Our child will get the childhood we both didn’t get.” Historia’s hands were placed on both of his cheeks. Levi sighed and continued looking down on her belly. “I can’t promise to be the greatest father, but I will be there for you and our unborn. Beside, our brat will need to be trained to survive since it would now become an Ackerman tradition.” Historia felt at ease since Levi accepted her pregnancy. “I don’t mind it. There are people who will harm the baby because it has both royal and Ackerman blood in its veins. Promise me Levi that you will live to be there for our child. Promise me.” Her eyes looked pleading which Levi placed his hand on her belly. He can feel a tiny bump forming. “I promise to you if you die, I’ll protect him or her.” He made a vow to his lover. Historia leaned in to kiss him again. “Thank you, Levi.” She was now at peace. Their baby will be alright. She pulled away to admire his face. “So what now?” Levi was whispered. The queen was lost in her thoughts. “I guess we’ll have to go back to the ceremony party. They are probably wondering about us.” She was about to walk to the doors, but Levi grabbed her wrist to pull her back to him. “Let them worry. I’ve counted days to get to see you after the battle with the titans. I missed you so fucking much.” He wrapped around his arms on her waist. He buried his face on her neck then kissed softly. Historia moaned softly and gripped on his shirt. “We’ll stay 10 more minutes.” Her moans were becoming frequent. Levi smirked and listened to how her moans were the most beautiful thing ever. Only he got the privilege to hear them. Only he will listen to them. She is his and he is hers. Now his lips hovered from her neck to her ear. “Let’s get married. I want you to be mine forever.” Historia was speechless at his proposal. “How are we going to pull that off?” She was concerned for the both of them. “One of the priests will discover our secret.” Levi intervened. “Fuck them if they dont’ like us being together, they’ll have to get use to it. With you carrying my child, I think our relationship will be public soon.” Historia nodded at what her boyfriend said. “We can just have few people knowing about us for now.” He continued. The queen looked into his eyes. “Alright, we can tell a few people. I was thinking of Commander Hange and your squad. I trust them with our secrets.”

Levi nodded in agreement. “We can tell them tonight since they will be our witnesses of our upcoming marriage.” HIstoria smiled at him. Now it’s her turn to lean into his ear. “I’ll give 5 minutes extra.” Her tone was soft but seducing. This made Levi arousal. His hand caressed her curve line which it sent shivered toward the queen. “Take me Captain. Please.” Her begs are what drove him crazy. His eyes became lustful. A growl escaped from his lips. “Your wish is my command, your grace.” he smirked which Historia blushed. Levi lifted her up as Historia wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the table. Instinctively, the blonde haired woman sat on the hard surface. She hiked up her dress as her legs were spreaded. Levi took this opportunity to slide his under the dress and noticed she wasn’t wearing anything under. “Oh what a naughty queen you are?” He chuckled while rubbing her clit slowly. “Mmmm oh Levi s-stop t-teasing m-me.” Historia started panting hard. “Please please take me.” She continued moaning and begging for her lover. Levi unbuttoned his trench uniform then his free hand undo his pants. His cock was pulled out to position between her legs. As he slid his cock into her wet pussy, Historia let out a small squeal, but her hand covered her mouth from concealing more sounds. Levi didn’t give her time to adjust his size. She was used to his roughness and she loved it. The man’s hips were thrusting roughly into her. The queen laid on the table once pleasure was starting to consume her. Her boyfriend increased his pace faster. Her eyes rolled back when Levi hit her sweet spot. Her back arched. Historia wanted to moan loudly his name, but they would get caught. He kept going faster until both had reached their climax. “Oh god Levi, Levi!” Her screams escaped but the captain covered her screams by kissing her roughly. She returned kissing him roughly as well. Both finished off by orgasm. Levi usually pulled out to spread his seeds on her belly, but it doesn’t matter now since she’s pregnant. He remembered two months ago, both of them were having a conservation while sipping wine. With them being drunk, they fucked like bunnies. Hell, they broke the bed. He doesn’t know what Historia said to the maids when they discovered her bed broken.

After their quickie, Levi helped his queen to clean her then she fixed herself up to look presentable. Levi had cleaned himself and fixed himself as well. “You know the drill. You go first then I go later.” He turned back to Historia. She nodded. “Alright, but I will see you tonight to tell them.” She said and walked to the doors to carefully open. She made sure no one was there as she exited and closed the doors. The queen heads out to the party. Levi waited for 10 minutes as he exited then had the doors closed. He began to walk away to be with his fellow soldiers. A figure stuck his head out to watch Captain Levi and Queen Historia leaving the room one by one. His expression was in disbelief from what he saw and heard. Captain Levi? Historia? Together? Having a baby? What did he just hear? The figure ran his blonde hair to try to process this shocking news. He doesn’t know whether to tell the Commander about this. The young soldier decided to keep this secret to himself since it’s definitely not his business to tell. He went back to the party to hang out with his friends, Mikasa and Eren.

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Beyond The Leather Chapter 19: Mr. Pretty Boy

January 15, 1986

After talking to my mom yesterday, I felt a bit better. Now obviously I didn't tell her about Nikki and the kiss cause she would have had a heart attack. But I did say that someone was treating me bad and that I felt lonely, which was true. My mom was always there if I needed her and she knew how to cheer me up.

Nikki had been calling non stop today. I would answer the phone, hear his voice then hang up. Or somtimes I would make Tamara answer and he wouldn't say anything, he would just hang up and then she would complain about the fact that someone is calling and not saying anything. I thought it was hilarious.

I had two photo shoots today. One was for Dolce and the other was for Edit magazine. Tamara finally found an assistant, her name was Jess and she was really nice. She was more mature than Theresa, she's 28. She was now going to be doing the bookings and going with me to photo shoots, interviews, meetings, and any social events. I loved the fact that she wasn't invasive, however she did always report back to Tamara so I had to always be on my best behaviour.

At the first shoot, I took two pictures for Edit magazine. I'm glad that one was over the room was really hot. I changed and got into the limo with Jess and we drove over to my next shoot.

"So you have an event this evening, it's mostly film stars that will be there. It will give you a chance to mingle with more people."

No response

"Um you also have a meeting tomorrow with some fashion designers who want to take a picture of you in there new clothing designs."

No response.

She sighed and closed her book. "Who is he?"

I looked at Jess and tensed up. Did she know something? And if she did is she going to tell?

"That look says it all, he must be important if he's got you looking out the window and feeling bad."

"He's not important, he certainly doesn't think I am that's for sure." I grumbled crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back on the chair.

"Did he say that?" She tilted her head.

"Not in those words exactly but that's what he meant."

She leaned in and put her hand on my arms and squeezed it. "Your worth more than gold. I don't know you well enough yet, but I can tell you have a lot of love to give someone and if he's being a dick head. There's lots of other guys out there. Don't settle for less." She leaned back in her chair and opened her book back up.

I smile started to form on my face. She was kind, gentle, and someone I could talk to other than my friends and Tamara. But I had to make sure I could trust her.

"Um can you not tell Tamara I like someone. I don't want to cause any problems." I calmly mumbled.

"My lips are sealed." She pretended to zip her lips.

We arrived at my photoshoot and took the pictures. I was exhausted and wanted to get out of there right away. Especially because I had an event that I was going to be heading to tonight.

We arrived at the event. Meaning me and Jess, we posed for a lot of the photographers then headed into the building. It was a big venue and she was wrong there were a lot of film stars. I couldn't believe all of them were here. Better yet I couldn't beleive I was here.

"Oh my God there Patrick Swayze!" Jess squealed. "God what a man."

I laughed and looked to the side and saw a young gentleman staring at me. He was holding a wine glass and stirring it around and gazing at me like I was the only girl in the room. He then winked at me and smiled then quickly turned away from him not wanting to lead him on.

"Hey I'm going to go talk to some of those people over there. Will you be alright?" Jess asked.

"Yeah I'm gonna go on the balcony for a breather." I replied.

I walked towards the balcony and leaned my stomatch on the railing. I looked up and the moon. But it wasn't like the moon I saw with Nikki.

"Miss Darlington!" My thoughts were interrupted. I turned around and saw the mysterious man standing behind me.

"H...hi do I know you?"

"No but I saw you in there and just thought you were extremely beautiful. Also I'm a fan of your TV serious. I think the show is funny." He smiled

I'm glad he thinks highly of me but his name would be great.

"Sorry I'm Derek Richards I'm a painter." He raised his hand out for me to shake.

"Ok nice to meet you, I'm Iman." I shook his hands. "So what's a painter doing at a film party?" I asked furrowing by brows.

"Well my dad is a producer and he made me come here. I have no interest in all of this. My interest is in painting people." He moved and leaned on the railing beside me.

"Oh that's nice." I turned to face him. "Is it a hobby or job? I asked.

He chuckled. "It's a hobby for now, but hopefully becomes a job. I'm in college right now so all my time is being taken up with school work. So hopefully when I finish I could start concentrating on my paintings."

I could tell he was a charmer. He was handsome too. I could see us potentially having something. Not a relationship really, but more so of a friendship. He seems nice.

"Iman?"

I turned around and saw Tommy standing in the door way of the balcony.

"Tommy... hey what's up? What are you doing here?" I walked towards him.

"I'm here with Heather, she's mingling with a bunch of people and I needed a fucking break." He walked onto the balcony and pulled a baggie out of his pockets with white powder. Coke

"Um I'll leave you to it. But here." He pulled his card out of his pocket and handed it to me. "My number is on it. You can call any time. I would love to see you again."

I took the card from him and he grabbed my hand and kissed it. Then smiled and walked away. I smiled and looked at the card. Until Tommy grabbed it from my hand.

"Tommy!" I yelled. "Give it back!" I jumped trying to reach it.

"Dude Sixx is not going to be happy. I think I should keep this card so he dosen't explode." He laughed.

I then grabbed his baggie. "Woah fuck Iman...hey!" He shouted as I dangled his baggie over the edge.

"I want the card now!" I raised my voice.

"Alright chill chill here ya go." I snatched the card from his hand and put it in my purse right way then gave him back his baggie.

He chuckled. "Doll I'm just looking out for you that's all." He said as he rolled up a bill. "Sixx was trying to call you non stop today." He then evened out a line of coke on the ledge and snorted it up. "Y'know...he didn't mean anything he said to you. He was just... just...I dont know." Tommy waved his hands.

"T-bone he meant what he said. Please dont make excuses for him." I raised a brow.

"You wanna hit?" Tommy looked at me smiling. I stared back at him with stern face. "Ok just asking." He put his hands up in defense.

I started walking to get back into the venue. "Hey Mani by the way your invited to the wedding. Don't think I forgot about you." He smiled at me. I turned around to look at him.

"Thank you T-bone. You coming back in?"

"Nah gonna stay out here for a few more minutes." He said making an even longer line on the railing. "And uh Mani... just so you know, Nikki does care about you in his own twisted way. He told me himself, so please don't rule him out." He said looking at me with pouty eyes.

I nodded then walked back inside. I met back up with Jess who was ready to leave. We got into the limo and I sneezed. I went into my purse to get out a tissue to blow my nose and I pulled out the card that Derek gave to me. I stared at the card and started thinking more about him. I'll give him a call tomorrow.

"Derek Richards." I whispered putting the card back in my purse. _____

January 22, 1986

I have been swarmed with events, interviews and photo shoots for the past weeks and I was so exhausted. Tamara promised that she would give me some time off. So today was a day off for me and I wanted to use it to sleep. I got out of the shower and headed to my room to lotion up, put on shorts and a T- shirt and chill. I sat down on the edge of my bed ready to lotion when I heard the phone Ring.

I got up and walked to the phone and answered.

"Hello!"

"Hi Iman its Derek!"

"Hey Derek, how are you?"

"I'm good, just wanted to call and see how you were. I was also wondering if you were free today? Wanted to take you out for dinner?"

And I wanted to use today to sleep in.

"I'm free we can go out. What time?" I giggled

"I'm free at 7 so I can pick you up around 7:30. And we can go from there."

"Ok sounds great!"

"Alright see you then bye!"

"Bye!"

I have been spending a lot of time with Derek since I called him a day after the party. We mostly hung out downstairs by the pool of my condo, and went out to eat. But we definitely talked a lot. I even introduced Rachel to him and she loved him. But I wasn't looking for anything beyond friendship. But off topic, I'm glad he's coming in the evening it will give me time to take a nap.

Derek came to pick me up. We talked all through out the car ride. He took us to this extravagant restaurant called Auburn. The rich people restaurant were they spend up to $100 on food it's ridiculous. We sat down at our table across from each other, placed our orders and waited for our food.

"I know what your thinking about this place. The food is very expensive but once you try the food your going to be coming back here often." He smiled.

The waiter brought over our food and the plate was empty. Not really, but mashed potatoes, a piece of chicken, some carrots. I sure as hell will not be coming back here.

"Will have a bottle of your best wine please." Derek said to the waiter.

"Uh no I don't drink." I waved my hand.

"Really!" He looked shocked.

"Yeah....I'm not a drinker. I don't like alcohol. Um cranberry juice is fine thank you." I say to the waiter.

We talked non stop and I found my self really happy. I liked him a lot. But again I wasn't looking for any thing serious. But he is definitely someone I could bring home to my mom.

"So I never asked but..... do you have a boy friend or somone your talking to?" He asked wiping his mouth.

"No I'm single and not looking." I empathize on the not. "I'm young and I want to focus on my career. I'm just looking for friendship." I sat back and crossed my legs.

"Then frienship you shall have." He smiled and put his hand out for me to take. I put my hand in his and he kissed it making me show all teeth and giggle like he was my high school crush. We left the restaurant and as he was driving me home I saw the sign above the Troubadour that said Guns N Roses were playing tonight.

"Hey Derek stop your car and park. Can we go into the Troubadour my friend is playing tonight?"

"You want to go in there? You know that place is filled with delinquents and drugged up rock stars right?" He looks at me with wide eyes.

"Yes I know I've been to the Whisky, but I haven't seen them play at this club. And I know my friend Slash would be excited to see me." I say looking at him with pouty eyes.

"Alright but were not staying long." He turned his car into the parking lot and we got out and walked towards the Troubadour. The bouncer let us in and people started eyeing me and Derek. I noticed people were taking pictures. But I was concentrated on seeing Slash. We sat down on a stool at the back and watched as the boys came out to play.

"This place smells like shit, do they even clean this dump!" Derek grumbled.

"They probably don't. That's why I only come when Guns is playing." I laughed.

"Good cause a girl like you shouldn't be in a shit hole like this." He looked around.

When the show was over I grabbed Derek's hand and pulled him so we could go back stage. The security let us in and the boys were all spraying alcohol on each other and had bare girls in the room.

"Slash!" I yelled out to him.

"Mani! What the fuck....were you at the show?" He ran over to me and picked me up. I started laughing.

"Woah woah your going to get your sweat all over her dress." Derek said with a stern voice. He grabbed a handkerchief out of his pocket and started wiping my dress. Slash glared at him and I could tell he was ready to put Derek in his place.

"Slash!" I called his name but we wasnt looking at me. "Slash!" I raised my voice calling to him. He finally looked at me. "This is my friend Derek Richards." I pointed at Derek. "He came with me to watch you guys play. And Derek this is my best friend Slash." I pointed at Slash. "The show was really good!" I said with excitment.

"Nice to meet you." Slash held his hand out for Derek to shake, but Derek didnt shake it.

"Nice to meet you too. Sorry I'd shake your hand but it's full of sweat with all respect." He nodded with his hand in his pockets.

The both guys looked at each other with dislike. This is not how I wanted this meeting to go.

"Ey there Mani you saw the show?" Steven walked towards us and picked me up for a hug.

"Woah there Steven you can't touch her! Derek wont like it if you get your sweat all over her dress." Slash mocked Derek.

Steven then rubbed his hands on his face and hair and then rubbed his hand all over my face. "Ew Steven that's gross....Yuk." I giggled wiping my face.

"Hey that's disrespectful!" Derek snapped. "And this is a $2 million dollar face your wiping your sweat on!" He raised his voice.

Slash then grinded his teeth. "Mani get this fuc-" "Ok were heading out nice to see you guys." I interrupted Slash before he could finish his sentence and dragged Derek out with me holding onto to his hand. I didn't want there to be a fight. Cause I knew 100% that Slash would win. We got back into the car and Derek started driving.

"You shouldn't get mixed up with people like them. There trouble, and they'll get you into trouble as well." Derek sneered

I raised my eyebrows in confusion, because Derek was only meeting them for the first time. He knew nothing about the history of me and Slash. He was only judging Slash on meeting him for the first time.

"Slash is a great guy Derek and he's my best friend. He's practically family, so if you want a friendship with me you have to understand that Slash will always be around." I stated.

He sighed and glanced at me. "I can respect that. But he shouldn't have ruined your dress like that, and that Steven guy shouldn't have rubbed his sweat on your pretty face."

"I'm fine Derek, they were joking." I smiled. "Thanks for thinking of me though."

We arrived back at my condo. And we sat in the car and talked for a bit before I was ready to go.

"So I hope me defending your honor against those rockers didn't damage a potential thing we have?" He asked looking at me.

"No Derek it didnt." I giggled.

"Great cause I would still like to be friends."

"Me too! Thanks for today Mr. Pretty boy." I smiled and exited his car. I'm hoping that this could become something more in time. But for now I just needed friendship. And I also hope that Slash isn't angry with me. _____

January 23, 1986

In other news, it looks like our Darling Iman hit up an extravagant restaurant last week with film producer Tim Richards son Derek Richards. The two were spotted laughing in Derek's car then ate a lavish dinner at the Auburn restaurant. The two were also spotted on the same day heading inside the Troubadour. When they headed out the pair were holding hands running towards Derek's car. It looks like Iman has kicked Motley Crues bassist Nikki Sixx to the curb and has opened her door for a real prince charmer. This is Rachel Rochester and your watching MTV."

I switched off the TV sighing at what was being said. What's worse about all of this, is that my mom was on the phone with me. She just saw it on MTV today. How ever; the story has been on the news for a while now and I have been receiving non stop calls over it.

"Mom I'm telling you the truth there's nothing going on between me and either of those guys. Derek is my friend and Nikki use to be my friend. Were not friends anymore." I said with annoyance.

"Listen that Nikki Sixx is the Devil do not mix your self up with rock stars. I'm warning you, I don't want you to even be friends with them. As for Derek Richards you can be friends with him. He looks like a decent guy. Not like that Nikki Sixx. But Iman no dating!" She raised her voice.

"Yes I know!" I mumbled.

"Is the person who was treating you bad still coming around?"

"No they haven't." I replied.

"Iman you need to be careful Hollywood is a big place and it can swallow you, chew you, and throw you out. I'm just trying to make sure your safe ok. I'm a parent and it's my job. I trust you to always make the right decisions and im so proud of what you have achieved. Were all proud of you."

I felt tears come into my eyes. My mom meant everything to me and for her to say that, made me happy. But it also made me sad because at times I really missed home. I missed shopping with my sisters, and playing with my baby sister. I missed my friends, my room, and waking up in the morning to my moms cooking.

"Thanks mommy." I sniffled

"Ok let me talk to Tamara."

I handed Tamara the phone then walked to the kitchen and made a sandwich. I didn't want to eavesdrop on the conversation. I sat down at the table and waited for Tamara to finish talking to my mom. I then heard the clicking of the phone and Tamara came into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Your mom isn't mad at you she's just worried. And so am I....until now." She laughed.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"What's funny?"

"Girl Derek Richards is every womans dream. He's the type of guy you want to date." She booped my nose making me flinch.

"Were not dating Tammi, were just good friends." I stated.

"Yeah for now." She smiled deviously. The phone then rang again.

"Lord since people saw you with Derek this phone hasn't stopped ringing. Every one wants the scoop on you." She says as she walked towards the phone.

"Iman it's for you! Its Lisa!" She yelled.

I got up and took the phone from her. I know Lisa is going to get in on this Derek and Iman thing.

"Hey Lisa!"

"I'm coming over to get you! We need to gossip now! She stated then hung up.

"So what did Lisa say? She wants to get in on the gossip?" Tamara looked at me laughing as she sat on the couch flipping channels on TV. I rolled my eyes and went to the room to get dressed

Lisa picked me up and we went out to alittle diner to gossip.

"I can't believe you went on a date with that guy and said nothing to me about it." She sneered.

"It wasn't a date." I sighed. "We went out as friends. He's a friend."

Lisa turned shaking her head in disappointment.

"What's your issue?" I snapped.

"I dont have one, I just want you to be careful. Guys like him are usually dicks."

"As I said were not dating. Were just friends." I repeated.

There was a long pause. I know Lisa was just looking out for me, but she could sometimes be annoying.

"So have you spoken to Nikki?"

Ugh I don't know why people keep asking me questions about him.

"No I haven't and I don't want to. I told you what he said to me last time." So why would I want to speak to him." I said bluntly.

"Ok I'm just asking. You can relax a bit I meant no harm." She mumbled.

"I know, I just don't want to talk about him." I put my elbows the table and leaned into my hands running my face.

There was another long pause of silence.

"Well I have some news for you." She spoke calmly.

"What is it?" I groaned not looking up.

"Sooo I've been going to the clubs and I've been watching the Guns boys play." She smiled. "I have a date with Axl tommorow ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" She screamed waving her hands.

"Wow that's great Lisa!" I looked up smiling and hugging her.

"Yeah I've been hanging back stage with them and talking to them often."

"That's great you have to tell me how it goes."

"Well you have to tell me how London fashion week goes. I'm excited for that." She slaps my arm.

"I will I'm excited too." I paused for a bit thinking if I should ask her about her modeling career. Cause from what im hearing and seeing she hasn't really gotten any jobs. "Um so are you still modeling?" I ask with caution.

She sighed "I'm just taking a break. I'll eventually go back."

I don't know if shes lying or telling the truth. All I know is that people talk and the one thing I'm hearing is that Lisa has been doing drugs and Partying a lot. Which I knew she always did, but now its alittle too much.

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February 6, 1986, LA

I was leaving for England today for London fashion week. I was so excited because I did New York fashion week and I loved it. This was an even bigger step, and from London I would be heading to Milan Italy. I was told by Tamara that the majority of the designers had requested me personally. What an honor, it means that I was being recognized in the modeling world, and fashion world. The next thing that I would have to be more serious about is my acting role. After London and Milan I'll tell her to get me more auditions for movies. I would love to win and Oscar one day.

Anyways back to heading out. I called my family to say bye and let them know I'll be calling them from there and I would take lots of pictures. The limo picked up me and Jess. Tamara wasn't coming. Jess was the one that would make sure all my needs were met and I was taken care of.

I can't believe I'm going to England. I look back and think about the little girl that was doing photo shoots for Ola Hudson in her little studio, to staring in my first movie in 1983, to staring in my first and continuing TV series in 1984, to doing big magazine shoots, and staring in another big movie in 1985. And now I'm walking the runways in New York, London, and Milan. Who would have ever thought that this would be my life.

We finally arrived at the air port. But not LAX we were flying private. My glam and wardrobe team were coming along. Everyone else got on the plane, I wanted a picture of my self in front of the plane so I could show my mom and sisters. I asked Jess to take a picture of me some of the crew came into the picture too. After she was done I got on. I looked around and noticed that everyone had there own space. The plane was huge. There was room to do cart wheels, back flips, and fit 80 other people on board. I was loving this, but not soo much to make it get into my head. No, I don't want to become one of those girls who think fame and money are everything. I want to stay grounded and humble just like my mom taught me too. I was told we were taking off so I went to my compartment to sit down and buckled my self in. We took off, and the first thing I did after the seat belt light came off was take pictures of the scenery outside the plane. I have been on planes before but maybe this was different because I was heading to London and I have never been.

I noticed everyone was pulling out there pillows getting ready to take a nap. But I wasn't tired I don't know how I would ever get some sleep here. The excitement was just too much. And I felt like if I slept I would miss out on something, even though we were just in the air. I can't wait to sight see when I get to London and get away from all that was bothering me. No more MTV, no more questions about Derek Richards, and no more Nikki Sixx. Although.... I haven't heard anything about him or Motley in a while. Last I heard they were heading to Germany. I wonder where they are now?

#motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #mick mars #vince neil #thedirt #model #chanel Iman #bwwm wmbw

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hoopdiddies · 6 years ago

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I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 4)

A/N: I was on vacay for a while and I had a hard time thinking the plot through but this could work. If you want to be tagged, just ask me uwu

Summary (for the entire series Ofc) : You had always loved Ben ever since you two met in university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when the two of you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Word count: 2148

Tags: None

Warnings: Mentions of drinking. And some angst, yet again *sigh*

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Parallel to the nature of the grimace present on your face shrouded by the umbra of the umbrella, the thunderclouds become bleaker and unwelcoming, complimenting the harsh pour of the rain on the city. In your mind, it could just get worse.

You tighten your grasp on the stem of your umbrella, the pressure of your grip making the veins in your wrist visible. To think you were enthused to spill the news to him, only to end up feigning the real one because you couldn't bring yourself to accept what must be.

You know he loves you, he loves you so much. He tells you 24/7. But that love is purely limited to hugs, small arguments, spontaneous fits of laughter, gentle pats on the back and forehead kisses. Compared to the almost spiritual connection he has with his fiancee. You've known and been around him longer than you could remember and yet, you're always several steps behind.

Well how else does platonic love compare to something romantic and sexual?

You stop in your tracks just half way through the wet sidewalk and stare at your reflection on a puddle beneath you. The tears dripping from your cheeks making bigger ripples on the puddle in contrast to the ones made by the rain. You sniffle, wiping your eyes quickly with your sleeve.

You hear a faint ring from your pocket and pull out your phone, seeing Lucy's name flash on the screen. You swipe the answer button and go on walking along the moist pavements.

"Hey Luce!" You blurt to hide the cracks in your voice.

"Y/N! Where are you right now? I just got back from a photoshoot and I want to hang out with you!" She giggles through the line and you keep your eyes ahead.

"Well I'm walking back home-"

"In the rain? You could get sick!"

"Lucy, relax. I'm covered up."

She sighs in relief, chuckling at her little mistake. "Sorry there. But mind if I stop by at your place?"

You don't think twice before answering, feeling the need to have some company. "Of course. Hurry up, I'm almost home." You aren't though, you're a dozen blocks away from your destination but you kind of want her to be there just in time for you to...vent.

You hear an audible slam echo from the line, almost coming off as a car door slammed close. "I'm on the road, I'll see you, Y/N!" You hum in response, your mouth curving slightly to the side. "You too, Lucy. Drive safely."

She bids you adieu for the meantime and you pick up your pace along the streets, careful not to glide recklessly over moist surfaces. The rain is not going to lighten very soon, you're sure of it.

As soon as you step foot into your living room after drying off, you are welcomed by a laid-back version of Lucy seated on the couch with a can of Mountain Dew in hand. You chuckle softly at how mellow she's positioned during such a weather, even more so at her choice of beverage.

"You're late." She shakes her head at you, pretending to be upset.

You shrug out of your coat and drape it over your shoulder, trudging to her and crouching down to hug her. "I am so sorry I left almost too quickly last night though."

She pats your back, letting a 'tsk' slip past her lips. "You are lucky Gwilym was there to accompany me."

"Hmm, he's not mad at Joe and me, is he? " Pulling away, you joke a little to cheer yourself up.

"No," she takes a sip of her can and puts it on the table, "in fact he's furious." This could be a little enlightening, a chat with Lucy to shed a beam of light on your mood. You take a seat next to her and begin your conversation. It's not much except that it's full of what happened at her photoshoot, the promotions she is required to attend, a few people she's had a little beef with and apparently her planned getaway with Rami to France. The topic is almost unilateral but you always take genuine interest in everything she says. Notwithstanding the fact that she constantly groans at the mention of the situations she underwent, you both still take a laugh out of it.

It's Lucy, she's a fascinating person with a fascinating life. You sometimes even wish you had her glam and eye for fashion.

She moves a lock of her blonde hair away from her forehead and looks at you curiosly. "Okay enough about me, what went on with you this week?"

You shrug, in an attempt to recall anything at all. "Not much. New Year's was a blast and last night's party was another thing," you turn your glance to your shoes, a frail smirk ghosting on your lips, eventually turning into a hopeful beam as your acceptance into the medical school flashes in your mind, "and... I got accepted into the medical school I applied for."

Lucy's eyes snap wide open at the news. "Shut up," she grabs you by the shoulders and gapes at you with eyes sparkling like they just found a heap of treasure, "you applied for medical school?" The slight disbelief and utter amazement can never be any clearer in her voice.

You nod happily and without warning, Lucy pulls you in for a tight hug, squealing at your success. "Oh my god, that's amazing! When did you get the letter? Have you told anyone?"

"I was sent an email from the institution this morning and told my parents and Joe about it soon after."

Lucy shifts on the couch, sliding her hands over her lap. "Which medical school though?"

"It's outside the country."

"Have you told Ben? "

With her question still hanging in thin air, you pause for a while before turning your head to her, shaking it slowly.

"Why?"

You stand up and head for the kitchen to grab a glass of water, your action confusing Lucy. "Y/N, are you okay?" She asks and you return on cue with your glass in hand. You let out a soft exhale and descend onto the couch. "I just...dont want to make him worry."

"Worry and Ben aren't exactly two words that mingle well. Solely in the context of a great news such as your acceptance."

"Of course, but I don't know how long I'll be gone." You notice your voice dwindle down to a whisper with the cast of your gaze to the side. The look on your face is deciphered by Lucy who's somehow adept at reading expressions, the blank that is your face making it easier for her.

And she suddenly knows what those furrowed brows mean. "There's something you're not telling me, Y/N. Just say it. I mean...even if you don't say it, I already hinted at it." She slides a hand over yours and you slowly turn to her, your expression becoming mildly stark. Of course she'd have a guess and it's only fair that she knows, she could help you get over it.

Your lips part but quiver as you try to find the right words. "I love him."

Lucy's gentle hold turns into a light squeeze, an indication of her comforting you. Her lips curve into a tender yet sad smile as she draws you in close again.

No matter how hard you're trying to let the tears fall, it just doesn't. It hurts but your tears aren't present to highlight that churning burn. Against all the odds to have them resurface in your eyes, you dip your head onto her shoulder and just squeeze your eyes shut. You mumble languidly on how it was an impulse to lie about your acceptance to Ben after he had broken the news about his engagement to you and soon after you had the thought that he would slowly forget about you once he and Rosy marry, and that your friendship wouldn't matter in the long run. As the decision that it'd be best if you go without him knowing, thinking it would make it easier for you to move on.

Lucy clears your face of your hair strands, staring at this once hidden,broken side of you. "I'm so sorry. I know this might not change a thing but you must tell him. He would never forget you, you're like the first person on his mind when he needs someone to talk to."

"Rosy's his life-"

"Y/N, don't demote yourself to a third party. You're more than what she is in his life," a brief pause from Lucy followed by a heartwarming emphasis, "you're his soulmate."

That word always meant something different to you. It involved a deep,romantic relationship but with how Lucy uttered it, it now means something entirely new. But you can't bring yourself to believe it. It's not a concept that can suture the gaping cut left in you.

With the little emotional strength left in you, you smile, launching at her with another hug as a requital to her presence during a time as this.

"I know it hurts...but- bloody, that's what love does to everyone."

--- (Apparent time skip 👀)

Amidst the hectic schedule your job has burdened you with throughout another week, never once have you faltered in between. You've gotten tons of invites to get-togethers during your weekend from friends yet out of the fear of losing all concentration on your duties, you turned them down politely. The second week of a new year means a new batch of spine-cracking, workload for everyone with jobs.

You're doing all this to save up for med school and it's something you tend to prioritize first and foremost. And regarding med school, you are to leave a month before enrollment to ensure your documents are in tacked and get served first. Since a few days before first semester arrives, enrollees would be lining up from different backgrounds and classes would be heavily filled. You have weeks left before your departure...and still, you haven't told Ben the truth...or talked to him in days, at least. For all you know, he could be on a tour, at a conference, an awards ceremony that you don't know of- certainly not the Oscars since you've been told that it's scheduled on February. He's probably busy enough to have other things in mind.

You discard the distraction and go about your business in your work area, with the intention of letting it purposefully distract you.

Minutes close to your dismissal, one of your co-workers strut in to invite you to have a drink with them. You could do no more than turn her down politely but with regards to the strain you've put yourself in with work, she insists and demands that you don't hesitate.

"But-" You try to protest, only to fail as she cuts you off. "I beg of you. Just for tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes."

You lightly clap your hands on the desk, springing from your chair with your head lightly tilted to one side. You turn your head to the wall clock on your far left and bob your head. "Do we leave now?"

"Most certainly. Come on!"

You haven't sped out of the building that fast with your colleagues before, not that it's not the first time but it certainly feels like it with how relieved you feel to go out. You needed a distraction from your personal ordeal and you got it, in the form of a night out for a drink.

You hit the pub that's just right across the street for the sake of convenience, half expecting your night to turn out eventful. A light buzz from your pocket stops you halfway into the entrance and slightly indisposed, you fish your phone out from your pocket, holding up your index finger at one of your colleagues to take the message you've received. They stride in ahead of you as you read the message, a little surprised to know Joe's back in London in the favor of Lucy who had asked him to come back. He's asked you out for a dinner with his friend but you tell him you're out for a drink with your colleagues, to which he replies with, "Mind if we join you then?"

And of course, you invite him over. Traipsing through the near rayless place to find your friends, hilariously realizing you're walking to the beat of the music coming from the speakers, you do a double-take at the table to your near left, quickly covering your face and speeding away to continue your search as the sight of Ben with his mates and Rosy ruins the first half of your evening.

What a distraction from a distraction.

#borhap #queen #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy #imagine #borhap imagine #borhap cast x reader #borhap cast #joe mazzello #lucy boynton #queen band

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linzerj · 7 years ago

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more tags to fill

ok now for the long ones

Tagged by @thearmada4231 and @fire-fira

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end choose 25 people to be tagged. (that’s too many people also i hate tagging people sorry) Also you both tagged me with this and they start with the same questions but then get different toward the end so??? some repeat and some change so I might end up with more than 92 cuz im gonna read each and combine them all

Last Drink: water

Last phone call: to CVS trying to refill a prescription

Last text message: “ok” to my mom

Last song you listened to: idk whatever song was on the car radio, I think it was “Brick in the Wall”??

Last time you cried: yesterday when i got upset about something

HAVE YOU EVER:

Dated someone twice: I HAVE DATED 0 PEOPLE EVER SO

Been cheated on: that requires dating, i have not done it

Kissed someone and regretted it: no because this requires i like someone and have the courage to act upon it

Lost someone special: sadly yes

Been depressed: um. maybe? i honestly am not sure if what i feel sometimes is depression or my anxiety

Been drunk and thrown up: nope

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

Green

Blue

Sunset red

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

Made a new friend: yes

Fallen out of love: n...no(?)

Laughed until you cried: YUP

Met someone who changed you: I mean not really that dramatic. I’ve met some cool people but none that completely changed me.

Found out who your true friends are: this is a weird question to me...i mean, maybe? i think i’ve always known who my friends are

Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: probably i don’t remember the whole year tbh and that shit usually doesnt bother me

Kissed Anyone That Are Your Followers/You Follow: i have kissed 0 people

GENERAL:

How Many People On Your Tumblr Do You Know IRL: shit um...at least 2 or 3

Do You Have Any Pets: Yes, a lovely 11 year old Lab named Holly

Do You Want To Change Your Name: Nope mine is good but I wish it was on more magnets and shot glasses spelled correctly (I’m Lindsay but all I ever see is Lindsey)

What Time Did You Wake Up This Morning: like 11am whoops

What Were You Doing Last Night: reading City of Glass from the Mortal Instruments series and watching Slime Rancher YouTube videos

Name Something You CANNOT Wait For: Young Justice Season 3, and also to graduate college with my master’s degree

Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom: Yes....

What’s Getting On Your Nerves RN: my dog is snoring and i can hear her even tough my door is closed and she’s downstairs

Blood type: AB+

Nicknames: Linz

Relationship Status: single and NOT ready to mingle

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Pronouns: She/her

Favourite TV Show: SHIT DUDE ATLA, Korra, Gravity Falls, Young Justice, Voltron, Miraculous Ladybug, DUCKTALES, man all sorts of shit

Most visited website: Tumblr and AO3 and YouTube

Elementary: MY DEAR WATSON (I stole this from fira, no regrets)

High School: i went to one

College: listen i’d tell you where but i dont feel comfortable sharing that

Hair color: brown

Long Or Short Hair?: fairly short it’s only to my shoulders

Do You Have A Crush On Someone?: not at the moment no

What Do You Like About Yourself: I’m tall enough to reach most high things (this is the first thing that came to mind idk guys)

Tattoos: None.

Righty Or Lefty: Righty

FIRSTS:

First Surgery: does getting wisdom teeth removed count?

First Piercing: ears

First best friend: shit omg I had a trio of friends, Nicole, Alec, and Jack. I think Alec and I were friends first and then Jack joined the group and Nicole was a good friend but not like friends with those two boys, and we would run around the playground in pre-K together like maniacs it was great

First Sport You Joined: is dance a sport? if not then soccer

First Vacation: probably disney world

First Pair Of Trainers (Sneakers): ????????????????

RN:

Eating: nothing

Drinking: nothing

I’m About To: finish packing maybe and then go to bed

Listening To: crickets outside and my dog’s snoring

Waiting For: school to start i guess

Want Kids: NOPE not really

Get Married: probably not, i don’t plan on it

Career: master’s student

WHICH IS BETTER:

Lips Or Eyes: Eyes

Hugs Or Kisses: Hugs

Shorter Or Tall: TALL

Older Or Younger: i don’t know?

Nose, Stomach Or Nice Arms: ......idk arms???

Sensitive Or Loud: i mean I’m both so ????

Hook Up Or Relationship: Relationship

Troublemaker Or Hesitant: a balance???

HAVE YOU EVER:

Kissed A Stranger: No

Drank Hard Liquor: No

Lost Glasses/Contacts: PROBABLY when i was little probably i havent lost my glasses in a while thats for sure

Sex On First Date: No (what’s a date?)

Broken Someone’s Heart: that requires dating (i think)

Had your own heart broken: Nope

Been Arrested: no i am good and pure

Turn Someone Down: no i dont think so

Cried When Someone Died: like a baby

Fallen For A Friend: yes actually, the friend Alec i mentioned, he was my first crush and i think it was because we were friends that i had a crush on him in the first place

DO YOU BELIEVE:

In Yourself: ummmmmmmmmmmmm

Miracles: sure why not

Love At First Sight: noooot really no, except like maybe familial love when you look at your baby for the first time and automatically love them kind of thing??

Heaven: mmmmaybe??

Santa Claus: dude i did once but then my mom was like “you’re 12 he’s not real Lindsay” and I wrote in a diary that my mom was mean and then threw it at her (tl;dr no i don’t sorry santa)

Angels: again, maybe??

Kiss on the first date: N...nooooo??

OTHER

current best friend’s name: I have a few, Ashley and Shannon and Chris and Casey and Sarah and Gigi...

eye color: Blue-ish

favorite movie: shit dude. Harry Potter 3 was good and so was the first Avengers...Doctor Strange and Spider-Man Homecoming, and Ant-Man, and Jurassic Park that’s it that’s the one

#tagged #long post

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49scribes-a · 7 years ago

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Fantasy AU {1}

Witch Junior started the chat 45 seconds ago

Princess Colette (Witch Junior) joined the chat

Queen Alma (Princess Colette) joined the chat

Knight Doug entered for the first time

Witch Lavi entered for the first time

Kelpie Crown Clown entered for the first time

Tengu Kanda entered for the first time

Kelpie Crown Clown I'm a beautiful horse

Witch Junior that you are

Kelpie Crown Clown a very pretty horse

Knight Doug u m Knight Doug pretty horse, yes

Kelpie Crown Clown trots around the forest looking for pr-er, friendly faces

Thief Nea entered for the first time 8 seconds ago

Witch Junior riiiight Witch Junior "friendly faces"

Witch Lavi is munching on an apple

Knight Doug bitch if you come anywhere near the princess, ur dead Knight Doug @ nea Knight Doug stay away from the precious smol

Witch Junior: Okay so }

Kelpie Crown Clown pretends to eat the grass but ew, plants

Thief Nea uhmmm are you stereotyping me??? Thief Nea i dont steal princesses you ignorant fuck

Knight Doug bitch i might be Knight Doug u wannA GO?!

Thief Nea DAMN STRAIGHT, BRING IT ON TIN MAN

Knight Doug aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Knight Doug wait a minute- did you just

Tengu Kanda Children plz.

Knight Doug did you just call me tin man?

Thief Nea uh, yeah?

Knight Doug ur gOIN DOWN

Kelpie Crown Clown tin humans are easier to d-MAKE FRIENDS WITH

Witch Junior: BASICALLY -- There are two major kingdoms that have been at war for forever. Doug and Colette are part of one. Alma is recent queen of another, recently inherited from their parents' passing. After Queen Alma became ruler, she extended an offering of peace and now the kingdoms are meeting in the port trade city of Palance for a peace treaty thang, which is fairly neutral territory and home to those from all walks of life. Big old party n shit going on. Do whatever and be wherever 😎 }

Knight Doug: ;; NICE NICE Knight Doug listen, every single one of you can mcfuckin fight me

Thief Nea: || gotcha

Princess Colette don't fight, we're here to stop the fighting aren't we? :'(

Knight Doug ,,yes Knight Doug desole

Thief Nea for 8000 gold pieces a month, I will Stop

Tengu Kanda: ( Also don't fuck with Alma because Kanda is her vanguard. -fingerguns- )

Knight Doug you'll stop if the princess tells you to, you slut

Kelpie Crown Clown why fight when we can all get along. I'll give you a nice ride. We can go for a summer stroll in the forest.

Thief Nea not my princess

Knight Doug :I Knight Doug hey, colette Knight Doug can i like. stab this guy?

Princess Colette noooo no stabbing people :'( You'll make me cry

Knight Doug ,,,alright

Witch Junior look at this great big party. Lavi we should crash it

Knight Doug is most likely by colette's side, back straight and eyes locked ahead

Witch Lavi we should definitely crash it, Junior

Knight Doug try me, witch Knight Doug t r y m e

Witch Junior is that a challenge

Witch Lavi I think it was

Knight Doug maybe, maybe not

Princess Colette is watching all the people and the pretty decorations and festivities like oooooooo

Kelpie Crown Clown changed name to Horse Crown Clown

Knight Doug takes a small glance at colette and smiles softly

Thief Nea wow look at all these important people and all their important jewelry

Tengu Kanda Of course he is being anti-social while leaning on a wall, but keeping an eye out on the entire party near Alma but boy does he stand out.

Queen Alma softly nudges him Queen Alma: Don't be so grumpy, Yuu~ Its a party. A day for celebration!

Tengu Kanda A huff softly leaves his lips, while it was he was not so easily swayed from his guard. Tengu Kanda: "I am doing my job Princess Alma, this may be a peace party but I need to keep an eye out."

Princess Colette is kind of excitedly watching all the performers that are setting up inside the city

Witch Junior hums at Lavi

Knight Doug takes a deep breath and chuckles softly, keeping his pike on the ground, but not letting his guard down for a single moment

Witch Junior: You going to come with while I mingle in with the performers?

Witch Lavi looks over at his twin Witch Lavi: Think it'd be a good idea? Might draw a lot of attention

Queen Alma shrugs a little bit Queen Alma: True, I suppose. You did come as my vanguard. Still, you could try not to look so sour. Queen Alma she just laughs softly tho

Witch Junior: Hmm... true. One of us stands out well enough.

Knight Doug you both stick out like a sore thumb Knight Doug :I

Horse Crown Clown walks a bit closer to the town in the distance. It won't go inside and it tries to stay hidden but h-uh, the urge to seek a friend was making it desperate.

Witch Lavi: I'll mingle, you go with the performers

Tengu Kanda: "This is how I naturally appear, Queen."

Witch Junior: Sounds like a plan. Witch Junior gives Lavi a little shoulder pat and goes to slip in amongst the performers

Queen Alma: I suppose you're right

Thief Nea is honestly just lurking around

Queen Alma she's going to go take an interest in the food stands because it all smells so good. Much better than the food aboard the ship.

Thief Nea like a rude ass lurker

Tengu Kanda: "Besides, humans are not too keen on Tengu and I on humans for the most part, it is for the best I remain distant."

Witch Lavi: [Have fun~]

Knight Doug looks at colette again, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again, voice muffled from the armor around his face Knight Doug: this is nice.

Witch Lavi smirks before slipping into the crowd of people

Horse Crown Clown changed name to Traveler Allen

Princess Colette nervous little head nod. THERE'S SO MANY PEOPLE and she is a smol

Thief Nea guys the food here is rlly good Thief Nea like holy fuck

Traveler Allen he's has a patch over his eye, he's got a costume and makeup on, and he's in the thick of the entertainers, balancing on a ball and juggling! Festivals, what a great way to get money!

Knight Doug kneels down and places a hand on colette's shoulder Knight Doug: ...whatever happens will be fine.

Queen Alma: Yes, but you are here with me as an envoy of the queen, aren't you?

Knight Doug: i'm right here.

Witch Junior is just gonna slip in through the gates among the performers being let through, looking all dressy-like like another performer

Tengu Kanda: "That I am, but that does not stop the hateful glares I keep receiving. Through I suppose it is warranted, Tengu and humans have never had a good relations."

Princess Colette nods timidly and eyes the performers Princess Colette: ...Can we go closer?

Knight Doug grins and nods Knight Doug: of course.

Traveler Allen he's balancing the balls on his head while he balances on a giant ball with great concentration.

Knight Doug stands up once more and glances around before taking colette's hand gingerly and beginning to walk slowly and carefully

Queen Alma: Well, anyone who has a problem with it can take it up with me.

Knight Doug: ...just hold on to me.

Princess Colette nods and holds onto his hand before following along kind of peeking around him

Tengu Kanda: "No need for that Queen Alma, I am used to it and find it amusing by now. I can deal with glares all that matters here is your safety."

Queen Alma hums quietly and resumes looking at and trying food stalls Queen Alma: As you wish.

Princess Colette is watching the performers balancing on balls and flipping and doing acrobatics with great interest

Knight Doug: it's quite beautiful, isn't it? Knight Doug hums softly,,

Witch Junior hums and kind of looking over all the performers with a searching eye

Princess Colette little head nod Princess Colette: ...mhm...

Traveler Allen carefully but gracefully does a handstand on the ball with stuff still balanced on his head.

Thief Nea why is this Ball Guy so flashy

Tengu Kanda A nod is given in response while glancing at a few other people here, but he does not look to one place for long anything could happen here.

Traveler Allen I Want Money

Knight Doug: perhaps we'll have parties like these more often.

Thief Nea then just Take Money

Knight Doug: now that there's finally peace.

Traveler Allen I am an honest man

Witch Junior that is quite the flashy performer

Knight Doug hands some money to allen before nodding to him

Traveler Allen collects the money in his Money Hat and gives the knight a bright smile.

Witch Lavi: [See anything interesting over there?]

Witch Junior: [Yeah. I do.] Witch Junior: [Gonna have myself a little bit of fun~]

Witch Lavi: [I see something pretty interesting too.]

Princess Colette gives the performer a sheepish little smile

Knight Doug nods to allen once more, holding tightly to his pike with his free hand Knight Doug glances at colette and grins

Witch Junior hears a drop in the festival music going into another song and lightly taps the flashy performer on the shoulder

Witch Lavi hums quietly while eyeing some guards through the crowd.

Traveler Allen he's up on his feet again and thinking of what to do next when someone taps him on the shoulder. He spins on his toe towards the tap, blinking rapidly.

Witch Junior smiles and offers his hand with a small bow Witch Junior: Care for a dance? Witch Junior: I dance well.

Knight Doug Watches TM Knight Doug s q u in t s

Witch Lavi ooh, this food smells great

Knight Doug gives colette's hand a gentle squeeze before continuing to walk

Princess Colette shyly ducks behind her knight

Witch Junior: also, because Junior's a slut for dancing to it, the song is gonna be this one B ) } Witch Junior: http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xxkgpm }

Knight Doug: ;; N i c E Knight Doug: ...would you like me to take my armor off for a bit so that we can dance?

Traveler Allen well, it was a festival, he might as well have fun! He'd gotten a lot of money, anyway. He hops off the ball and dumps his things into a hidden pocket. The ball was supplied to him, so he kicks it back gently to the side.

Knight Doug looks at colette and quirks a brow

Traveler Allen: "Sure!" *He takes Junior's hand.*

Princess Colette kind of looks at him in surprise Princess Colette: Can we?

Knight Doug nods and takes off his helmet Knight Doug: ...of course we can.

Witch Junior hums and takes Allen's hand, starting to lead the steps to the music, starting off with some slow basic back-forth steps

Queen Alma oh, it looks like there's dancers! Queen Alma can't go anywhere without her vanguard tho so just grabs Kanda's arm and tugs him along

Princess Colette happy Colette noises

Traveler Allen humors Junior by stepping with him, bouncing between steps.

Tengu Kanda glances over at the two now dancing, perhaps more will follow suit and start dancing too -- When he's pulled there's a bit of a surprised expression, but he follows without resistance.

Witch Lavi slips between food stalls casually, startling a few guards before he grinned and uncovered his magic eye. It doesn't take long to hypnotize them, quietly giving them their orders as he covers up his eye again. The guards nod and Lavi leaves them be, blending into the crowd again.

Knight Doug laughs quietly before quickly guiding her back so he can remove his armor and picks her up to rush back to the dance, setting her down Knight Doug: may i have this dance, mademoiselle?

Witch Junior just kinda warms up into the slower parts of the tune until it gets into more of the fast beats and picks up his pace : )

Princess Colette giggles a little bit and takes his hand Princess Colette: Mhm!

Queen Alma stops at the edge of the crowd to watch the dancers happily

Traveler Allen is happily picking up the pace, he's hip-shimmying in excitement occasionally, come on, let's spin around! He's trying to stay at a pace Junior's comfortable with, although.

Queen Alma: Isn't it wonderful, Yuu?

Knight Doug spins her around before picking her up and holding her close to him as he bounces around to the beat

Witch Lavi watches as the guards as they leave while they chat as though nothing was wrong, their visors down as they head off to orbit near their queen, Alma. Lavi hums quietly, he supposes that'll be good enough for now. They were technically guarding their queen along with that tengu.

Witch Junior Kek. Its fine. I'm a high energy dancer : ) Picks up his pace again to the music and jingle-jangles all his little bangles and gold rings to add to the music

Tengu Kanda: "It is interesting at least, I have never seen so many people enjoying themselves before."

Witch Junior Everyone lookit me dance!

Witch Lavi: [Do you see the Tengu, Junior?]

Knight Doug "accidentally" bumps into junior Knight Doug: ah! excuse me!

Witch Junior does a little twirl and-- Witch Junior stumbles a bit but recovers and offers a small bow Witch Junior: No trouble, my lord!

Knight Doug glances him over before dipping his head

Witch Junior: [...yeah. I do.] Witch Junior: [Hard to miss.]

Knight Doug goes back to twirling around with colette :I

Traveler Allen gives a short bow to that handsome tipper and soon he's back into the music, gosh, he should buy some more bells with how pleasant his partner's bangles sounded with the music!

Witch Lavi taps his fingers while humming along with the music. (Get closer, boys.) The guards move to be a little closer to their queen, after all, even if her vanguard is there, it's a big crowd.

Knight Doug whispers to colette Knight Doug: perhaps it's time for us to go. Knight Doug: after this dance...

Princess Colette and now you get the big child whine

Witch Lavi: [He's the Queen's vanguard from what I gleaned off the guards. Interestin' choice.]

Princess Colette: But why?

Witch Junior goes back to dancing and twirling Witch Junior: [Interesting choice indeed.]

Queen Alma hums curiously Queen Alma: Have you ever learned to dance, Yuu?

Guard (Queen Alma) joined the chat

Tengu Kanda he seems to be watching the guards moving closer, did they not have a different patrol route? That was strange to see them come close, so he walks much closer to Alma. Tengu Kanda: "No, I have not."

Queen Alma: Its a little bit more... dramatic than what I'm used to doing, but perhaps I could show you a little bit?

Knight Doug: ...there was something in that man's eye. Knight Doug: the one i just bumped into. Knight Doug: i don't like it.

Witch Junior wow, rude. My eye is gorgeous : (

Knight Doug mhm Knight Doug sure

Traveler Allen spins Junior around, was he a bit distracted? The idea of the end of this dance sort of saddened him, but he enjoyed it while he could.

Witch Lavi: @Guard [You don't want the peace. Do your duty for your kingdom.]

Tengu Kanda: "Perhaps, but not right now my queen not until I am sure of something."

Witch Lavi peeling an orange now.

Knight Doug starts twirling away from the dancers Knight Doug something's about to go down

Witch Junior dances a bit closer to the edge of the crowd and jingle-jangling the bangles. He playfully reaches out and swipes a hand out to tug a strand of Tengu hair out and let it drop playfully, giving a little one-eyed wink

Knight Doug i'm certain of it Knight Doug hHHHH Knight Doug TWIRLS A LITTLE FASTER

Queen Alma gives a little laugh

Knight Doug: we need to go.

Traveler Allen Well uh that was mighty brave of ya, touching the bird man.

Queen Alma: I think that one isn't so against Tengu at least

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Pfft, nice one.]

Princess Colette whiNES MORE Princess Colette: But I wanna watch the dancers!

Knight Doug hhhhh Knight Doug s tops and pants for a moment

Witch Junior: [Thank you, I try~]

Knight Doug: ...alright.

Tengu Kanda The action causes his eyes to narrow upon the action at was taken aginst him, he would have already swipped the man's head off with his sword but this was not the place. So he does not even bother to look at the man, merely reach out and take Alma's arm and lead her off to a different area.

Witch Junior pouts and just goes back to dancing thEN fine be a stranger

Knight Doug: can we at least let me get my armor, princess?

Princess Colette hums and pouts Princess Colette: I suppose...

Queen Alma indignant squawk Queen Alma: Yuu! Where are we going?

Knight Doug hums nervously and starts walking back

Traveler Allen gonna just, end up doing some cartwheels and flips he's still so pumped up.

Knight Doug: i don't trust them. Knight Doug: i'm very sorry.

Princess Colette kind of smol nervous look Princess Colette: Are they bad?

Tengu Kanda: "Away from the guards who have left their designated posts my Queen, I do not like what is going on here and your safety is the utmost importance. I do not trust it, even if it seems silly." His voice is quiet while whispering to her.

Knight Doug: i'm not so sure yet. Knight Doug: just... the look in his eye.

Queen Alma huffs a little bit and pulls her arm free, crossing her arms over her chest Queen Alma: Maybe they are chasing thieves or some other thing? Queen Alma: There are many people here. Surely there are thieves too. It does not mean I am in any danger.

Knight Doug sets her down to put his armor back on and just... soft hhhhhh

Tengu Kanda: "Unless they consider me a thief I doubt it, I have been the only one near you thus far."

Knight Doug: please stay close to me, princess.

Princess Colette nods a little bit Princess Colette: Okay...

Witch Lavi hums to himself, he guessed that those two wouldn't be much use. He mentally ordered them to go about their 'routes'.

Witch Lavi: @Junior [The Tengu's skittish as hell. Ugh.]

Queen Alma: Are you truly so worried? Queen Alma you're making her nervous now Kanda

Knight Doug takes colette's hand once more and guides her back to the dancers, holding to his pike closely

Witch Junior goes back to dancing with Allen and grabs his wrist to twirl him around

Tengu Kanda: "Just stay close to me, that is all I ask I will protect you no matter the cost my queen."

Knight Doug Watches That One Redhead

Witch Lavi closes his eye and mentally reaches out to another while eating his orange and tapping his foot to the beat.

Witch Junior: [Not making this easy, huh?]

Traveler Allen twirls around easily, and then jumps up to twirl the taller stranger back!

Witch Junior twirls and dips Allen when he comes back so their faces are close together and his little eye cloth thingy hangs out but its fine his hair is in the way. Hi how ya doin, like my magic eye?

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Not one bit. I might have to get a few more guards or maybe even one these 'lovely' people to do the job.]

Princess Colette slightly happier to be watching the dancers again

Queen Alma nods a little bit

Knight Doug has to go back into serious mode and just. squints at junior Knight Doug Something Tells Me To Arrest You

Queen Alma: You did come along even though you didn't have to to ensure my safety... I trust your judgement. Shall we head back to the festivities or elsewhere?

Witch Lavi: @Guard [When you do strike, make sure that you get her on the first hit.]

Traveler Allen oh, an odd-eye?! Don't worry, he'll keep quiet about it. He's wearing an eyepatch himself! He sticks out his leg and arm during the dip for flair.

Knight Doug hhHHH Knight Doug HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Knight Doug glances at colette Knight Doug looks back at the dancers

Witch Junior Not shy? Good. I've got a little job for you, street performer.

Tengu Kanda: "Yes, that seems much better in the grand scheme of things my queen, I don't trust this area now the air feels off." A part of it reminds him of the fude that took place at his home it was sickening.

Guard faint nod at Lavi's command.

Traveler Allen is trying to figure out if he can lift Junior into the air. Probably, but would he stay balanced?

Knight Doug fidgets nervously hhh

Queen Alma: Where shall we head, then? Queen Alma going to follow Kanda

Witch Junior don't strain yourself

Princess Colette is just kinda happily bouncing to the music at Doug's side, holding onto his hand and smiling

Tengu Kanda: "..." That was a good question where should they head to, well it should not matter if they merely stayed near. "How about that stand over there?"

Queen Alma nods and smiles at him Queen Alma: It seems as good a place as any so long as you are at my side.

Traveler Allen If he failed he could always try to uh, cushion Junior's landing with his own body, would he be up for it?

Witch Junior I mean, you're pretty small, dude. Like I said, don't strain yourself.

Knight Doug glances at her, and yes, he's glad she's happy, but... Knight Doug watches junior again

Witch Junior just going to keep dancing and twirling, making playful flirty motions at a few people in the crowd. Kinda plucks a more enthusiastic girl out and into the dance for a few steps before continuing to be playful with the rest of the crowd's edge

Tengu Kanda there is a small hidden smile only she could see, before leading her over to the stand in question.

Knight Doug growls softly,,

Princess Colette a little bit hoppy Princess Colette: Can we dance again too?

Knight Doug looks at her Knight Doug: ...yes. Knight Doug it'LL BE HARD TO DANCE IN ARMOR BUT Knight Doug for the princess

Traveler Allen is gonna do it. If his partner jumps into his arms he'll-wait, aw, he was dancing away, but he meets more dancers and dances his way through after him.

Princess Colette yay!

Knight Doug sets his pike aside and takes her into his arms again Knight Doug taKES A DEEP BREATH

Witch Junior smiles and twirls on over to the armored knight and taps his shoulder pauldron, offering a hand to dance Witch Junior: May I have this dance, my lord?

Knight Doug starts twirling around with her even if he does almost lose his balance a few t- Knight Doug: ... Knight Doug slowly glances back Knight Doug hhh Knight Doug: colette, go wait where it's safe. Knight Doug: i'll be there as soon as i can.

Princess Colette gives him a confused blink and kinda backs away a few steps at a time, nodding shyly

Queen Alma is just humming to the tune happily and watching the festivities from a safe distance

Knight Doug swallows hard and takes off a few pieces of armor before humming Knight Doug: yes, you may. Knight Doug smiles softly

Witch Junior bows his head down and takes his hand Witch Junior: I am honored~

Knight Doug blinks a few times before chuckling Knight Doug: aren't you polite? Knight Doug i still don't trust you

Witch Junior: I do try, my lord Witch Junior pulls him into a dance

Tengu Kanda There's another glance at the area before reaching out with his hand to lift something from one of the stalls they walked by, offering what looked to be a rose colored like a rainbow to Alma.

Queen Alma blinks in surprise before smiling softly and taking it and admiring it. Its so pretty~

Knight Doug soft noises of surprise but follows after him into the dance

Queen Alma: You spoil me so, Yuu...

Tengu Kanda: "Not so much." Through he does smile at her again out of other's sight.

Traveler Allen there was the stranger! holding out his arms to him, telling him to come towards him with his eyes, and so he darted forward, his hands moving to his pockets to grab his ribbons, it would be a grand pickup, and suddenly his darting forward passed by his partner and his hand was grasping a knife and it was buried within a girl's neck. He was being lifted!

Princess Colette loudly squeaks in surprise!! And-- Princess Colette down she go

Witch Junior dances for a bit before the gasping and screaming "draws" his attention and he gasps in feigned horror Witch Junior: Oh no-- Witch Junior: Lordship!

Knight Doug tu RNS QUICKLY AND Knight Doug pULLS AWAY FROM JUNIOR

Witch Lavi keeps himself from smiling and dons a confused face as he looks towards the screaming crowd where his brother is.

Knight Doug: colette!

Queen Alma perks up a little bit. Oh, did something exciting happen? It sounds like there's ooing and awking maybe?

Witch Junior my work here is done. Kek. Witch Junior quietly slips into the panicking crowd

Princess Colette is coughing blood and whimpering

Tengu Kanda: Snaps his gaze over to the screams and gasping before he reacts swiftly. "Those are not sounds of excitment my queen, they are fear and panic." Quickly he turns and picks her up from the ground, this place was dangerous.

Knight Doug k NEELS DOWN BESIDE OF HER, HANDS HOVERING OVER HER Knight Doug: c-colette.... Knight Doug: colette, please...

Princess Colette: ...S-sir Douglas... Princess Colette she's bleeding a lot

Knight Doug: i'm here... Knight Doug: i'm here, shh... i'm here...

Queen Alma yelps in surprise

Knight Doug swallows hard and just.... feels tears gathering in his eyes

Queen Alma: Yuu?! What's happened?

Knight Doug: it's... it's going to be alright.

Princess Colette: ...m-m-m... scared...

Knight Doug: shhhh...

Traveler Allen the cheers were so loud, what an amazing lift, he twirled around with the bloodied hands, the blood spatters looking like streamers to him.

Knight Doug rips a piece of his shirt and presses it to the wound

Guard mobilizes along with the other guards as the panic starts to guard their queen

Tengu Kanda: "I do not know but we can see, I hope you don't mind heights." With a small smile his wings unfold and he darts up into the air where they could see what just transpired.

Knight Doug doesn't dare move her and just Knight Doug stays strong for now lma o

Witch Junior hums and watches all the chaos and screaming and rage unfold in the streets and also-- ope, there goes the Tengu up into the sky

Princess Colette whimpering and holding onto his wrist with a terrified, glassy look

Knight Doug pets her hair and swallows hard Knight Doug: shhh... Knight Doug: it's... it's okay. Knight Doug kNOWS THERE'S NOTHING HE CAN FUCKING DO NOW

Queen Alma kIND OF SCREAMS??? OH PHOENIX ABOVE THEY'RE VERY HIGH UP.

Knight Doug: je t'aime.... je t'aime.....

Traveler Allen these cheers were turning into panic, and he was somehow on the ground instead of in the air. Why was his hands wet? He wiped it on his pants onto to see... blood?

Tengu Kanda there's a small bemused smile but his hold on the queen is tight, he would not drop her no matter the cost before his eyes land on the horrible sight. "... Princess Colette is bleeding with her knight standing above her, it looks fatal."

Witch Lavi glares where the Queen was taken before slipping through the crowd. Time to get back up.

Princess Colette softly whimpers and chokes a few times before falling very, very still

Queen Alma a gasp catches in her throat and she just looks utterly horrified

Knight Doug stares for a long moment

Queen Alma: Why? Why would anyone do that? Queen Alma are those tears? Those are tears

Knight Doug fe els a tightness in his chest and picks her up

Queen Alma: @Lavi [How are things on your end?]

Witch Lavi finds some archers, it's so easy to get them under his command and he motions towards their target before leaving them to be somewhere else. He needed a good spot.

Knight Doug: EVERY GUARD IS TO SEARCH FOR THE REDHEAD! Knight Doug: AND WHEN YOU FIND HIM, KILL HIM! Knight Doug so b s and looks down at he r

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Annoying. He flew up into the sky with her]

Witch Junior: @Lavi [Noticed.]

Witch Lavi: @Junior [I got back up on it.]

Witch Junior oooh so. That's a thing. Thought he was less obvious than that but oh well.

Knight Doug f eels something... snap Knight Doug hands her off to another guard and grabs his pike

Witch Junior: @Lavi [Good. We have to make this quick. They're onto me a little faster than I'd hoped.]

Knight Doug has blood all over him now but

Tengu Kanda: "Someone clearly does not want this peace treaty to go through, you are not safe here." Glancing at all the people running along the ground he thinks about leaving, but instead he merely flys up higher to move in the direction of the gathered crowd.

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Paranoid guards. Always the most troublesome.]

Knight Doug: i'll do it my damn self.

Witch Junior: @Lavi [Indeed.]

Traveler Allen he feels a heavy weight on his chest. Oh dear, oh dear, something odd happened around him again. He stayed with the crowd, putting up his hood.

Witch Lavi: @Junior [Maybe I should just do this myself.]

Queen Alma is getting a little bit a i r si ck oh gods they are very high up Queen Alma: Y-Yuu I must confess... I think... I am a little less used to heights as you are--

Tengu Kanda: "Forgive me." With a swift motion he lands on the ground next to the terrible little crime, setting Alma on the ground while looking to Doug. "What happened?"

Knight Doug doesn't speak, just keeps walki n g

Queen Alma give her a moment to just.... catch her breath oh lords

Witch Lavi: @guard [Now!]

Witch Junior is just gonna quickly head along through some alleyways and crowds with a little bit of hurried spring to his step. Good thing there's people running EVERYWHERE.

Guard charges out of the panicked crowd and draws a sword, swinging it towards Alma Guard: FOR THE PRINCESS!!

Traveler Allen is gonna leave this town before more people freggin die. Little does he know.

Knight Doug quickly turns Knight Doug: DON'T YOU DARE!! Knight Doug: THAT'S NOT YOUR TARGET!!

Guard sorry he ain't listening

Tengu Kanda the sound causes him to turn and rush an arm in front of the queen, but he can't get his wings up in time.

Knight Doug th ough t s o Knight Doug: STAND DOWN!

Guard swings his sword at Kanda then if he's going to get in the way

Witch Lavi throws his knife in the air, controlling the knife as it cuts through the air and sinks into the back of Alma's neck.

Queen Alma she jumps startled at the guard charging at her and Kanda getting in their way Queen Alma: Yu--!!! Queen Alma and she just cuts off and chokes. Down she go now

Tengu Kanda The sword swing hits as he was not going to move out of the way of Alma, because he was distracted with the guard the flying knife wasn't even noticed. But he does hear her voice and glances back to-- NO.

Witch Lavi hums as he slinks away into one of the alleyways quickly. Witch Lavi: [Got her, Junior.]

Witch Junior: [I knew you could do it~]

Knight Doug you know those tears in his eyes earlier? they're gone

Witch Lavi: [Had to use a knife I nabbed earlier but it did it's job.]

Queen Alma feebly kind of pushes herself up and then slumps back down choking horribly Queen Alma: Y-Y--

Knight Doug is just... staring

Witch Junior: [Good. Now its time for us to get out of here. Just pissed off two kingdoms in one day. I'd say that's an accomplishment, right?] Witch Junior kek

Traveler Allen more QUICKLY leaving town goodbye Traveler Allen those screams did not bode well

Tengu Kanda: There seems to be a demonic growl eliminating from his chest, it's enough to echo in the small area as his eyes turn just as red as the blood now staining he floor. "You..." With a swift movement of his hand he stabs it clean through the guard in front of him.

Guard screams and goes down bloody

Knight Doug j u s t s t a r es

Witch Lavi: [It's a record. I'm almost out. You?]

Knight Doug all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put me back together again

Tengu Kanda With the guard down he swiftly turns to Alma, he can't do anything but he tries to hold her in a comforting postion the best he could both wings now covering them.

Knight Doug is tempted to stab kanda because that was one of his men but

Witch Lavi goes through the town gates after a while.

Queen Alma is only faintly breathing and choking

Witch Junior: [Just passing through a gate now. Easy peasy~]

Knight Doug slumps, pale eyes burning with hatred and anger

Traveler Allen decides to take a shortcut through an alleyway and with his head down and eyes on the ground and terrible sense of direction he may or may not slam into somebody

Tengu Kanda: "... Alma, I cannot save you I am sorry I failed." Lowing his head in shame he couldn't bring himself to even look her in the eye.

Witch Lavi: [Same. Pretty sure I pissed the Tengu off but, oh well~]

Knight Doug turns and starts walking again

Witch Lavi glances around looking for his brother while he moves away from the town.

Witch Junior: [Think we pissed off more than that, just not necessarily knowingly at us~] Witch Junior he's just skirting around the outer wall towards the other gate to find his brother

Knight Doug oNE WAY Knight Doug OR ANOTHER Knight Doug I'M GONNA FIND YA

Witch Lavi: [True~]

Witch Junior: NO } Witch Junior: XD }

Knight Doug: ;; LA UGH S

Witch Lavi: || OH MY GOD

Tengu Kanda: ( LOL )

Knight Doug: ;; N O R E G R E TS

Queen Alma: Y-y--

Tengu Kanda: ( I LOVE YOU DEAK )

Queen Alma chokes a few times and falls still, her eyes glassing over

Knight Doug: ;; 💗

Traveler Allen nearly gets knocked over from someone and goes with the crowd again. A crowd's fleeing the town, he easily blends into the entertainers rushing out.

Witch Lavi spots Junior!

Witch Junior spots Lavi! Witch Junior skippidy skip

Knight Doug hah u fuckers Knight Doug uR DEAD Knight Doug die, die, we all die

Tengu Kanda: "..." Shakes his head slightly before standing up and taking Alma with him, a part of him wondered if he should have just stayed in the mountain to avoid this.

Witch Junior you and what fucking magic

Witch Lavi pats Junior's back.

Knight Doug my fucking pike

Witch Junior makes a rolling wrist motion towards the woods and grins Witch Junior: After you~

Horse Crown Clown (Traveler Allen) joined the chat

Witch Lavi: Why thank you~

Knight Doug nOT SO FAST U FUCKERS Knight Doug NO

Horse Crown Clown hey you people need a ride

Witch Lavi practically skips towards the woods

Witch Junior practically nothing. LITERALLY skips towards the woods.

Witch Lavi smirking while they go.

Witch Junior is so proud of us

Witch Lavi very proud of us

Knight Doug r eaches the outskirts of town and glances around

Witch Junior oh hey its a horse-- Witch Junior well

Knight Doug g r o w l s

Witch Junior kind of a horse

Horse Crown Clown looks at them witches and struts towards them heyyy

Witch Lavi is already in the woods and looks at the....kind of horse.

Knight Doug: ...........

Horse Crown Clown you need a ride boys. Can a horse wink? Yeah, it winked.

Knight Doug glances back at the town

Witch Junior: ...that thing just winked at me

DS Timcanpi (Tengu Kanda) joined the chat

Knight Doug starts back into town

Witch Junior kinda skipped around it and is skipping backwards and watching the kelpie

Witch Lavi: That's....new. But c'mon! Let's head home. The old man probably misses us.

Horse Crown Clown no I didn't grazes peacefully even though grass tastes like shit

Witch Junior: Mhm~ Boy d'we have a story fer him!

Witch Lavi: Heh

Horse Crown Clown *Allen's hiding in the forest somewhere, washing the strange blood off his hands.*

Witch Junior just skipping along alongside Lavi Witch Junior: Hey, y'think Gramps knows anything about winking horses?

Knight Doug comes out the other gate Knight Doug >:I

DS Timcanpi don't mind the small dragon piratically tackling into Juniors shoulder.

Witch Junior better skip fast Sir Knight

Knight Doug ur dead

Witch Lavi we're far from your sight Witch Lavi: Uh, Junior

Knight Doug still dead

Horse Crown Clown hey sir knight need a fantastic horse

Witch Junior small yelp!! and jumps to the side HI there little dragon thing where did you come from--

Witch Lavi: Small dragon

Horse Crown Clown tosses head proudly.

Knight Doug n o Knight Doug walks past Knight Doug the,,, horse thing

DS Timcanpi squeaks at them both and just climbs on Junior's shoulder, things were pretty noisy.

Knight Doug not today, satan

Horse Crown Clown follows doug. I'm a horse I swear. Feed me your... carrots.

Witch Lavi: It's kinda cute

Witch Junior scratch scratches the little dragon head

Knight Doug lOOKS BACK AT THE HORSE AND SWINGS HIS PIKE AT IT

Witch Junior: Kinda like Tatsui only... less... flamey

Knight Doug: back!

Witch Lavi searches pockets, he knows he nabbed some-- Aha! Pulls out a bag of jerky.

Witch Junior wow rude don't swing weapons at random horses didn't your mother ever teach you manners

Knight Doug turns and keeps walking

DS Timcanpi flops over and paws at Juniors hand, tickling him with the feathers he has rather than scales.

Knight Doug leave me alone

Witch Lavi: Want some food, lil guy? Witch Lavi holds out a piece of jerky.

Knight Doug are u fuckers standing still?

Horse Crown Clown REARS UP LIKE WHOAH

Witch Junior I guess so?

Knight Doug good

DS Timcanpi glaces at the jerky being offered, reaches out with his tail to bring it closer and nibble on it.

Witch Lavi nah, we're gone

Horse Crown Clown huffs and follows Doug at a greater distance.

Witch Junior its so adorable~

Knight Doug quickens his pace a little bit

Witch Junior: Where'd you come from little guy?

Witch Lavi it's very adorable

DS Timcanpi squeaks at Junior through the mouse like nibbling, his tail pointing to the woods they were walking through.

Witch Junior scratch scratches and follows the tail point

Horse Crown Clown you can't outrun a horse angry boy

Witch Lavi: Guess he was lost?

Witch Junior tilts his head Witch Junior: I think its... pointing?

Knight Doug s tops and just stares for a moment

Witch Lavi shrugs at Junior before offering the little one another jerky.

Knight Doug: ...she's dead. Knight Doug glances back at the horse Knight Doug: she's dead and it's my fault.

DS Timcanpi jumps up on the should, bounding around slightly before latching onto the jerky like it was being hugged.

Witch Junior: ...I hope its not trying to lead us somewhere cuz I'd be a little suspicious right after... Witch Junior trails off

Knight Doug ,,holds the pike against his chest, turning his attention ahead once more

Witch Junior: you know

Witch Lavi scratches the dragon's head a little. Witch Lavi: You're always suspicious

Witch Junior gives Lavi a look

Horse Crown Clown snorts in sympathy.

DS Timcanpi Gives Lavi's hand a little face kiss.

Witch Lavi gives Junior a smile

Knight Doug: .....she's dead.....

Witch Lavi is quite charmed by the little dragon. Wut.

Witch Junior: ......

Knight Doug la ug hs qu i e t l y Knight Doug: dead. dead, dead, dead, dead, she's dead........

Witch Lavi it's adorable, okay? Can't help it.

Witch Junior sees that charmed look and you are definitely gonna get shit for it Lavi Witch Junior: you gonna marry it now?

Knight Doug iS NOT COPING WITH THIS WE LL

Witch Junior kek

DS Timcanpi stares at junior with little dragon eyes.

Horse Crown Clown sniffs at Doug. He smelled so much like blood that it can't leave him alone even if it wanted to.

Witch Lavi: You mean like how you married Tatsui? Nah

Knight Doug narrows his eyes and keeps walking, snickering quietly

Witch Junior: ...You'll never understand our love Witch Junior fake sniffles

Witch Lavi offers more jerky to the cute dragon. Witch Lavi: Woe is you

Knight Doug bREAKS INTO A RUN

DS Timcanpi rejoices at there being more jerky! Squeaks in delight!

Witch Junior: Anyway, shall we be off? Before all the kings horses and men come running. Witch Junior: You can take your new honey with you Witch Junior snickers

Witch Lavi fond eye roll at Junior Witch Lavi: Yeah, yeah, let's head out.

Horse Crown Clown trots on after this knight kiddo at a leisurely pace.

Knight Doug: YOU'RE ALL DEAD! Knight Doug: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ALL!

Witch Junior skips--

Witch Lavi holds the small dragon now, wow it's got some soft feathers.

Witch Junior head tilt

Witch Lavi: Hm?

Witch Junior: Did'ja hear that or am I goin' crazy?

DS Timcanpi paws at Lavi's hand sofly, even going so far as to nuzzle into his hold and curl into a feather ball.

Witch Lavi: No, I heard it.

Knight Doug THROWS HIS PIKE AT THE M Knight Doug: DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD!

Witch Junior: Time to skippity doo daw way awa-AAAAAAHH

Witch Lavi pets the small dragon--

Witch Junior he leaps aside SHIT that was CLOSE

Witch Lavi eye narrows angrily

Knight Doug pa nts and stops, grinning Knight Doug: you killed her. Knight Doug: you killed dearest colette.

DS Timcanpi uncurls to glance over where the pike flew from, but he stays in Lavi's hold.

Horse Crown Clown hey, a battle in the forest, fresh meat!!! Shifts from hoof to hoof excitedly nearby.

Witch Junior: ...oh. Witch Junior: Him.

Knight Doug: YOU KILLED HER, YOU BASTARD!

Witch Junior: D'you want the honors or should I? Witch Junior talking like he's not even there tbh

Knight Doug s obs and clenches his jaw

Witch Lavi: I got it Witch Lavi telekinetically throws the knight's pike back at him at an alarming speed.

DS Timcanpi climbs up onto Lavi's shoulder.

Witch Lavi pats the small dragon

Knight Doug gets hi t?? Knight Doug g a sps and g rips his shoulder Knight Doug lowers himself to the groun d

Witch Lavi: If you want to stab him with a branch, be my guest. It was funny the last time you did it.

Witch Junior: ...branches are fun Witch Junior: everyone underestimates them Witch Junior snickers

Witch Lavi: Same with roots

DS Timcanpi nuzzles into Lavi's hand from the pat, he knows to stay out of a witches hands in times of battle.

Knight Doug looks at lavi and junior

Witch Lavi mentally twists the pike in the wound

Witch Junior just kinda finds a branch and pins it under his boot while he pulls until it snaps into a nice, fine point and saunters forward. He's gonna have a little fun

Knight Doug h is s e s and doubles over, panting

Witch Junior: Oh Sir Knight~ Won't you please dance with me again?

Knight Doug narrows his eyes

Witch Junior he's just idly twirling his branch around like a baton all casual like

Witch Lavi chuckles at the display, tilting his head a bit

Knight Doug: ...i'd... love a dance. Knight Doug looks up at junior, eyes soft

Witch Junior: Mm... good. I wouldn't want it ta be too one-sided now...

DS Timcanpi swishes his tails while watching the display.

Witch Junior squints a little bit tho Witch Junior looking a little too nonchalant about dying for my tastes there buddy. Needs more dramatic

Knight Doug dips his head Knight Doug places a hand on the pike's shaft

Witch Lavi: [Illusions? Maybe to rile him up?] Witch Lavi: [He's way too docile. Less fun.]

Knight Doug yANKS THE PIKE FROM HIS SHOULDER, SCR EAMING

Horse Crown Clown trots back and forth in the background

Witch Junior: [Hm. Maybe.] Witch Junior: Oh... that livened things up a bit

Witch Lavi: A little bit.

Knight Doug and there's blood spilling everywhere now, ew

DS Timcanpi cants head to the side a bit at the sight.

Witch Lavi: [Maybe he'd like to see his little princess again]

Witch Junior smiles a bit

Knight Doug forces himself to his feet

Witch Junior: Hm... and t'think... you scream more than a little girl...

Knight Doug: l...let's da...nce. Knight Doug ch uc kle s Knight Doug: aren't yo...u.... funny?

DS Timcanpi something a bit off about that one, but he's not going to move from his spot it's nice and warm for now.

Witch Junior grins a bit and hums, stepping off to the side. Is that a dead little princess revealed right behind where he was standing, bleeding everywhere? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Who can say where she came from~

Witch Junior: As a matter of fact I am...

Knight Doug stares Knight Doug looks at junior, vision darkening

Witch Junior: No. Scratch that. I'm hilarious~

Witch Lavi pets the little dragon, watching the show.

Knight Doug: wha...t kind of... sick joke is this....?

Witch Junior feigns surprise Witch Junior: You said you wanted funny?

DS Timcanpi cue another face kiss to the hand, curls up into a dragon ball head poking out like a snakes as his tails hang off the back of Lavi's shoulder.

Knight Doug stumbles towards him, weakly swinging the pike at junior

Horse Crown Clown neighs impatiently in the background before catching itself and dropping its head to try to hide behind a bush.

Knight Doug pa nts, dropping the pike and gripping his shoulder

Witch Junior dances out of the way nimbly before casually inspecting his nails and humming, still holding his branch and twirling it Witch Junior: Tough crowd... and here I thought that one would be a real show-stopper. My apologies.

Witch Lavi hums fondly at the little dragon, keeping an eye on things still.

Witch Junior casually walks over and stabs the branch through the illusion, "killing" collete again Witch Junior: I guess that joke's dead...

Knight Doug: libera... me... de ignem....

Witch Lavi snorts.

Knight Doug h is s e s Knight Doug is shaking and just. stares Knight Doug: please stop.

Witch Junior: Stop what? Witch Junior feigns innocence

DS Timcanpi swishes his tails a bit at the display, tilting his head a tiny bit to the side.

Witch Junior: This? Witch Junior stabs the illusion again Witch Junior this time it screams

Knight Doug: what you're... Knight Doug fl inches Knight Doug: stop...

Witch Junior lifts his pointy branch up and points it at Doug Witch Junior: Make me.

Witch Lavi eats some jerky, sharing it with the little dragon too.

Witch Junior: [Doug voice] "I'll get you and your little dragon too" kek }

Knight Doug: ;; p mU CH

DS Timcanpi: ( Lmao )

Witch Lavi: || LOL

DS Timcanpi nibbles on the jerky that was offered to him, coils up with it happily.

Knight Doug pi cks up the pike again and tries to drive it through junior's shoulder, breathing heavily as his vision continues to darken

Witch Lavi mentally diverts the pike from his brother, no no, sir knight.

Witch Junior twirls and dances away, jingle jangling all the way

Knight Doug f alls forward and pa nt s

Witch Junior awws Witch Junior: Done already? How sad.

Knight Doug tr ies to push himself up, growling

Witch Lavi: I did make him lose a lot of blood. He's gonna run out of it eventually.

Witch Junior: ...true...

Witch Lavi: I could always just Witch Lavi snaps his fingers as a way to say 'set him on fire'

Witch Junior getting tired of sitting on the sidelines?

Knight Doug is shaking so much tho before he just. falls to the ground Knight Doug is out

Witch Junior: ...oh... now he's suddenly looking very hot Witch Junior .... and down he go

DS Timcanpi huffs out a small fire ember just to slightly cook the jerky in his claw-paws.

Witch Junior goodbye sir knight

Witch Bookman joined the chat Witch Bookman: haven't you had enough fun for today?

Witch Lavi: Gramps!

Witch Bookman :I Witch Bookman: that's enough.

Witch Lavi turns to look at the old man with a grin

Witch Junior: When have we ever had enough fun?

Witch Bookman :I Witch Bookman looks at the knight on the ground Witch Bookman takes a deep breath

Witch Lavi: Heh, alright. I'll head back~

Witch Bookman: which one of you killed him? Witch Bookman: no. Witch Bookman: stay.

Witch Junior: ....uh Witch Junior: not me.

Witch Lavi: Hm Witch Lavi: He died of blood loss Witch Lavi: So neither of us.

DS Timcanpi Oh look it's the old man Cross knows about! Time to flutter to him.

Witch Bookman: ...hm

Horse Crown Clown walks on over to Doug

Witch Bookman: fine.

Knight Doug iSN'T DEAD, YOU FOOLS

Witch Junior is gonna just creep after Lavi's heels

Witch Bookman: we can't just leave him here. Witch Bookman: junior.

Witch Lavi: You sure I can't fry him?

Witch Junior freezes and gives Bookman a pout Witch Junior: Yea?

Witch Bookman: get the... whatever he is. Witch Bookman: we'll bury him at home.

Witch Junior: ...I guess

Witch Lavi: Ew. Can't we just give him to the Kelpie

DS Timcanpi lands on the knights back and paws a little at him.

Horse Crown Clown come onnnn pleeeassse Horse Crown Clown just give him to meeeee

Witch Bookman: no. we're not giving him to the kelpie.

Horse Crown Clown puppy horse eyes

Witch Bookman: and if he's alive....

Witch Junior: puppy horse eyes }

Witch Bookman looks at him Witch Bookman: ...we'll figure something out.

Witch Lavi: Whatever, gramps. I'm goin' home.

Witch Junior: If he's alive, he'll want us dead...

Witch Lavi leaves.

Witch Bookman: not if we erase his memory somehow. Witch Bookman si g h s

DS Timcanpi squeaks a few times he can tell this man is alive, just passed out cold PAWS MORE INTENSELY.

Witch Junior: ...again, I guess Witch Junior unhappy witch bro noises Witch Junior: ...can I go now? Witch Junior hopeful look

Witch Bookman: carry him. Witch Bookman: i can't. Witch Bookman turns and starts walking

Horse Crown Clown lowers head in unhappiness, it's so hungry... Horse Crown Clown I'll carry him

Knight Doug d e d but not really

Witch Junior and if you listen not at all closely you'll hear a really loud U G H

Witch Bookman hums,,

Witch Junior pushes the probably dead anyway knight over and unlatches some of his armor cuz he ain't carrying all that weight no sir

DS Timcanpi flys off the knight and lands in Junior's hair to get out of the way.

Knight Doug groans softly, flinching and twitching

Witch Junior also he's going to use a little fire to cauterize those wounds b/c he doesn't want to be bled all over RIP if ur still at all conscious

DS Timcanpi: ( You could say Doug is smokin hot )

Knight Doug rIP Knight Doug: ;; lAUGHS

Witch Junior: feelin' Hot Hot Hot }

DS Timcanpi: ( He's burning up )

Witch Junior aaand up he go because APPARENTLY they can't just let the idiot die noooo they gotta save him or bury him or some shit instead of just give it to the KELPIE

DS Timcanpi Oh setting the knight on fire he can help! You knwo for such a small dragon that's quite the plume of burst fire he just breathed at Doug.

Witch Bookman: ...the knight's name. Witch Bookman: it's douglas.

Witch Junior ....kinda glances back at the Kelpie... if ur real quick to eat him up maybe you could have a meat snack after all...

Witch Bookman hums,,,,,

Witch Junior: And y'know that becaaauussse?

Witch Bookman: don't ask questions.

Witch Junior: ....but that's all I ever do

Witch Bookman glances back at him with a sharp glare

Witch Junior kinda inching over to the Kelpie like HEY THERE buddy you want a snack?

DS Timcanpi squeaks in Bookman's direction.

Witch Bookman: i just know.

Knight Doug bitch, don't you dare feed me to that kelpie

Horse Crown Clown oh hell ye just put him on it's back!!!

Witch Junior : >

Horse Crown Clown kneels on the ground and everything, come on

Witch Junior Bookman's not watching right?

Witch Bookman: junior. Witch Bookman i'M WATCHING

Witch Junior: ...... Witch Junior: yeah...?

Witch Bookman I SEE EVERYTHING YOU'RE DOING

DS Timcanpi swishes his tails as if snickering.

Witch Junior innocent look Witch Junior: Did'ja need something?

Witch Bookman narrows his eyes Witch Bookman: ...in front. now.

Witch Junior sweats Witch Junior: ...fine. Fine...

Horse Crown Clown innocent horse blinks

Witch Junior real quick not-so-stealthy whisper at the Kelpie Witch Junior: Come by my place later

Witch Bookman: as soon as we're home, i'll wipe his memory of everything he's ever known.

Witch Junior aaaand he's following Bookman like a Good Little Witch yep

Witch Bookman: besides his name.

Witch Junior: If that's what ya want ta do~

Horse Crown Clown snorts, you got it.

Witch Bookman: ...and he'll be our servant

Witch Junior: .......... Witch Junior: so.... Witch Junior: I'll have someone that does anything I want 'em to?

Witch Bookman nods slowly

DS Timcanpi he's just going to brush out Junior's hair with those claw-paws carefully, trough he does drop a tail in the witches face in the process.

Witch Junior oh the possibilities Witch Junior blows that tail out of his face Witch Junior follows along behind Bookman towards home

#ic games #chatzy #Fantasy AU #ofbookman #blcsseddreams #1nstability #milleadh #mugenborn #busecjin #voluptasnoah

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