#sh louisiana

[justskulkingaround]

i know I asked what kinda queer Louie was but uhm. I didn't want to start a new drawing until I finished this thing so I made it up.

this formats been going around tumblr

she gives me aroace vibes, or maybe I'm just projecting cause I'm aroace but y'know. I'll prob adjust it if you say otherwise

new dad acquired

I love this!!!!!

And yes. She is an aroace lesbian

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~New York gets turned into a child~

⚠️TW⚠️ mentions of implied abuse, some angst, some characters might be OOC, mention of potions

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‘Goddangit…’Louisiana thought to himself as one of the potions he was experimenting with turned to a dull blackish-purple color, meaning it had been a failed potion. He was trying to see if he could make some new potions that could help speed up the process of healing, but alas his attempts were not successful. Loui sighed and stood up from his little floor table that he used for crafts and made his way downstairs to rid of the failed potion.

As he walked into the kitchen he saw New York leaning on the counter with his phone in his hand. "Hey York." He said with a bright smile.

York’s eyes flicked up from his phone to look at the shorter state. "Hey." He gave the younger a smallish smile before turning back to his phone. Perhaps he’ll manage to escape engaging in small talk. Sike b*tch-

"How are you sha?" Loui said. ‘F(speaks New York)’ The Empire State thought to himself.

"…"

"Aight den." Said the Pelican State, understanding that his friend didn’t want to talk right now. He started walking to the sink when all of a sudden the Dakotas came speeding through the kitchen, bumping into him which made him fall back into York and spill the potion on the taller.

Thankfully, York managed to catch him before he could bust his head open on the cold hard ground (OH, OH, TROUBLE, TROUBLE 😫✨).

"Omg I’m so sorry York!! D*mn it how could be so f(speaks New Orleans)in’ clumsy…" Loui said frantically as he regained his balance.

"It’s fine kid." York said, "It wasn’t yer fault, so don’t beat ya self up over it."

"O-ok den.. Ya might wanna get a differen’ shirt tho sha." The shorter of the two said.

"Yea I know." York said. He started walking up to his room when suddenly he felt a bit dizzy. He stumbled a bit as he passed the kitchen island and grabbed onto it for support. He was secretly hoping and praying that Louisiana hadn’t noticed, but alas we don’t all get what we want.

"Woah, are ya ok sha?!"

"I-I’m fine."

"Are ya sure? Yer stumbling more than fourth grade me in ELA when the teacher asked me to presen’ ma work to da class." Loui said, kinda concerned for his friend.

"Yes I’m sure."

"Ok den…"

York regained his balance and started walking towards the stairs. Unfortunately, he barely made it out of the kitchen before he lost consciousness and fell to the floor, and to add insult to injury, hit his head on the tile floor.

After hearing a thud, Loui looked up from whatever he was doing, sprang to his feet and rushed to New York’s side. "York!!!" He yelled as he lifted up the taller and pulled him into his chest. Apparently, he yelled it loud enough to get the attention of Massachusetts, who ran into the room as fast as he could to see what was happening.

"What the fa(speaks Boston) is goin’ on here?!" The older shouted, confused as to why there was yelling, but his face dropped when he saw his younger brother unconscious in Louisiana’s arms. He ran over to where Loui was knelt down with his brother, "Holy sh*t, is he alright?!?!"

"I-I d-dont know sha! He was a-actin’ a-all weird and and-"

"Lou, bud I’m going to need you to calm down." The older said, trying to get the other to calm down and breathe so he could explain what happened. Yes, Mass was internally panicking, but he needed to address the situation calmly. "C’mon, breathe…. Yep just like that kid… Good job I guess. Now can you tell me what the fa(speaks Boston) happened?"

"Ok ok…" Loui started, finally gaining control of his breathing again."He was actin’ a-all weird and stumblin’ an’ sh*t, so I asked im’ if he was aight. He said yes, so I d-decided to jus’ ignore it. Next thang I heard was a thud, so I looked up an’ saw York on the flo’ unconscious."

"Ok thanks I guess…. Give im’ ere’." Mass said, taking his brother in his arms when his friend handed him over. He gently moved his brother’s coat out of the way so he could check his pulse in his neck, secretly happy to find a pulse. He then grabbed York’s arm so he could check his pulse in his wrist. Mass rolled up York’s sleeve, trying his best to not look at the SH scars that lined his brother’s arm, and checked his pulse, finding similar results. "Aight there d-doesn’t seem to be any severely wrong with im’."

"What is wrong wit’ him doe?" The other state said.

"Huh?"

"Ya said ‘severely’, which sorta implies dat dere’s somethin’ wrong wit’ im’ sha."

"Oh- OH… yea the entire thang’s existence is kind of an issue itself." Mass said with chuckle. Loui just rolled his eyes and laughed a bit.

"I’ll just bring im’ to his room and let im’ rest. He probably passed out from sleep deprivation seeing as this dumb*ss never sleeps." The Bay State said as he stood up and picked his brother.

"And you do?" Loui said, giving the shorter a teasing look and smirk.

"Oh shut tf up, yer one to talk." Mass said, giving the younger a glare.

"Touché. I’ll see ya lata’ I guess. Bye Mass."

"Later kid." Mass said. He walked up the stairs with New York in his arms, ignoring any weird stares he received. Once he got to the NE’s floor of the statehouse he started walking down to the end of the hall where York’s room was, but soon got stopped by somebody calling his name.

"Mass! Hold up!" He stopped and turned around to see Pennsylvania running after him and eventually come to a stop as well.

"The f(speaks Boston) do ya want Penn?" He said.

"*pant* *pant* I was coming to see if somethin’ was wrong cuz I saw Yorkie in ya arms, and I know that he neva’ lets anybody pick him up willingly. Is he alright?" Penn said once he caught his breath.

"I don’t know exactly wha’ happened, I heard a bunch of shoutin’, asked what happened, and Lou said he passed out. I checked on im’, and there seemed to be nothin’ wrong with im’ other than his entire existence ofc. Apparently he also hit his head real hard." The shorter responded and gestured towards the slight mark on the side of his brother’s head.

"Oh dang…. Why do you uh…-think he passed out?" Penn asked.

"This idiot prolly passed out cuz he never fa(speaks Boston)in’ sleeps." Mass answered.

"Yea that’s likely. Do ya want me carry im’ for ya?" Asked the Keystone State, who held out his arms awaiting his fellow state’s response.

"Naw I got im’. He’s really light and easy to carry. Howeva’ ya can open his door so I don’t have to figure out how to do so without droppin’ im’."

"Aight."

Once they got the room, Mass set the taller, unconscious state on his bed and put a hoodie and sleeping shorts on him and left the room after.

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3 hours later…..

A few of the states were all relaxing in the living room on the main floor of the statehouse (the statehouse has 6 floors, not counting the basement). Texas was reading a book in a corner, Florida was on his phone, Loui had fallen asleep covered by a blanket on Florida’s lap (my precious baby 🥺🥺🥺), Cali and NJ were watching whatever f(speaks Midwest)sh*t was on the TV, and Mass was cooking dinner.

The sudden memory of York still being unconscious in his room suddenly flashed into Mass’s room as he was cutting vegetables for the soup he was making. ‘Uh sh*t…’ "Hey can someone go check on York? It’s been three fa(speaks Boston)in’ hours and he still hasn’t come out his room." He shouted.

"No can do Masshole! I’ve got a sleeping Loui on top of me and moving would be kinda illegal right now." Florida said with a laugh.

"Yea that would be, though I neva’ expected yous to care whether somethin’ was illegal or not." Mass said.

"I’ll go. I ain’t got nothin’ better to do anyways." Tex piped up from wherever he was.

"JESUS- Where tf didja come from?!" New Jersey exclaimed, clearly startled by Texas seemingly coming out of nowhere.

"Uhh…. The corner….?"

"For somebody that’s that friggin’ tall yer awfully good at hidin’ dear lord…."

"Uh thanks..? I think?" Tex said, confused as to whether or not that was a compliment. He just shook it off and went upstairs to check on New York. Once he got to York’s room he knocked on the door.

"York?"

No answer.

"York are ya there?"

Still no answer.

"New York?"

….

"New York, answer me."

…..

"Aight im comin’ in Empire." Texas said before opening the door and stepping into York’s room. He looked over to where York’s bed was and was surprised when he didn’t see New York, but instead a small fragile looking child huddled in the corner looking terrified. "Hey! Who are you, and what’re ya doin’ ere’?" He half shouted as he started walking to the bed.

He stopped when the kid backed up even further in the corner (if that was even possible). He sighed and walked over to the bed and sat down at the end of it, farthest from the child. Tex noticed how the child’s eyes followed his every move. ‘Dang what is this so scared for…’ he thought to himself.

"Hey kiddo, no no… don’t be afraid, I ain’t gonna hurt ya." Texas said with a comforting smile. This seemed to calm the child down just a lil’ bit. Or at least enough that he was able to actually speak.

"W-who are y-you?? Where a-am I??" Asked the child.

"Texas. My name’s Texas." The older responded. "And you are at the statehouse, don’t you worry yer cute lil’ head, yer safe here."

"O-ok…" the kid mumbled. He gathered enough courage to get out the corner he had backed into.

Texas raised his hand to take off his hat, in hopes it would make him less intimidating, but stopped when he saw the kid flinched and let out a small whimper.

"Sorry I’m sorry! Pls don’t hurt me!!! I didn’t mean to….." the child yelled and started hyperventilating a bit. Texas took off his hat as quickly and swiftly as he could so he comfort the kid whilst not looking intimidating to the younger and hugged the child close.

"Hey hey… shh shh…. It’s ok…. You’re alright… I ain’t gonna hurt ya kid." The Lone Star State said calmly and quietly as he comforted the younger by hugging him close and rubbing his back gently. "Yer okay…. It’s alright…." Tex had successfully calmed the kid down. The child looked up at him from where he was on the older’s lap.

"N-new Y-York…." The kid mumbled.

"Hmm?"

"M-my name i-is New Y-York."

‘IM SORRY WHAT-‘ Texas thought to himself. ‘How is he a kid then?! And why is he so terrified of me?! York would never…. I’ll just play along I guess.’

"New York huh?" He questioned. The kid nodded with a small smile. He chuckled, "That’s a nice name."

"T-thank you s-sir."

"Aye now- Ya don’ hafta call me sir, just call me Texas or Tex like the others do." Texas said, wiggling a finger under the kid’s chin, making him giggle and push him away.

"Whahat others?" Asked the child with a confused expression on his face.

"The others that live with me." Tex replied.

"C-can I m-meet them?"

"Course’ let’s go!" The older said as he got up from the bed. The younger followed suit, but when he stood up he nearly fell right over. He would’ve fallen if Texas hadn’t been there to catch him.

"S-sorry s-sir- I mean Texas!!" The kid cried out, putting his hands/arms up in front of his face. This kinda caught Texas off guard. He knelt down in front of the kid and gently moved his hands out of his face.

"Hey hey hey, why’re ya apologizin’? Ya didn’t do anythin’ wrong."

"W-well my f-father thinks that it’s s-stupid t-that I s-stutter and s-stumble when I walk when I-I can’t r-really help it. He u-usually yells at m-me for it and tells me t-that I-I’m never going to amount to anything i-in life if I c-can’t even speak or w-walk properly." New York’s words broke Texas’s cold heart. Who in their right mind tells that to their kid?! That’s just sick! He was about to ask the kid who his father was and where he lived so he could go beat a b**ch up when he realized that this was past York, meaning his father was possibly not around anymore. He saw a single tear run down York’s face and instantly hugged him close (Tex’s mama bear instincts are kickin’ in now- not that he’s gonna tell you that).

"Hey hey hey…. It ain’t yer fault bud. Ya can’t help it, it’s just how you were born. Yer father has no right to blame ya for somethin’ that ya can’t control." Said Texas.

"Really?"

"Really. Now, do ya wan’ me to carry ya? So ya don’t fall on the floor or down the stairs?" The older suggested.

"Y-yes please." Said York (just to be clear, this is still past him, current him would never allow anyone to pick him up). The poor child was unable to comprehend the kindness he was receiving (poor baby’s so traumatized 🥺😭).

"Ok. Up you go!" Texas said as he picked the child up, and started chuckling when the kid climbed further into his arms and kicked a bit (prolly cuz he was now several feet off the ground). When he picked up the child, he tried to ignore how uncomfortably thin and light he was as he started heading downstairs.

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When he got downstairs with le child:

"Hey y’all I think we may or may not have a slight problem." Texas said, kinda quietly cuz’ York was half asleep on his shoulder.

"Whaddya mean is he dead or some sh- oh….." Mass started to say as he walked out the kitchen wiping his hands with a towel.

"What is it- oh f(speaks Jersey)." Said Jersey, who had turned around from where he was on the couch.

"I-is that…?" Mass asked, with what Texas could describe as a sad or fearful expression on his face.

New York had now near fully woken up. "Mass!" He shouted with the most joy in his eyes that Texas had ever seen. The younger wriggled around to escape, so Tex put him down and let him run to his older brother, whom he hugged when he got to.

Mass hugged back as tightly as he could without hurting his little brother, and with little to no hesitation. "Y-Yorkie?" He asked despite knowing for a dang fact that this was his brother

"Mhm! You look so different, and relaxed for once, did s-something h-happen?" York asked, burying his head in the crook of Mass’s neck.

"Ummm….. Yea sure. I guess ya could say that." The older responded with a slight smile.

York looked at a smallish (emphasis on the "ish") cut that Mass had gotten when he was cutting veggies and let out a small gasp. "Mass you’re hurt!" He said grabbing his big brother’s hand.

"Huh?" Mass looked down at his hand. "Oh, hehe guess I am…. It’s just a small cut tho, no big deal."

"I-I know, but I t-thought you p-promised to not hurt y-yourself on p-purpose anymore!" The younger said sadly. There were a few shocked expressions from the others in the room except for Jersey, Connecticut, and Louisiana (who was still asleep on Florida’s lap 🥺).

"I know bud, don’t worry. I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear! I just accidentally hurt myself when I was workin’ earlier." Massachusetts reassured the younger.

"Are y-you sure?"

"Of course, Yorkie." Mass said, smiling at the other, who smiled back.

"Okie! Where are the other two?" Asked the younger.

"Oi Jersey! Connie! Get ya *$$es over ere’!" Mass yelled.

"Alright jeezus- no need to yell!" Connie (Connecticut) said as they both walked over to where their siblings were.

"Wow, you all l-look so d-different!" York said.

"Hehe yea…"

"I’m sorry but what the F(TECHNICAL GLITCH) just happened?!" Florida shouted, accidentally waking up Loui who groaned a bit in sleepy frustration. "Crap- sorry Loui."

"It’s fine sha… but what’s all da shoutin’ about…?" Loui said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"I think that Yorkie got turned into a child. And who knew that his siblings could be such softies!~" Florida teased. He smirked when the older of the four glared at him.

"Aight whose turn is it to beat the sh*t outta im’?" Connie said to the others.

"Mine. C’mere Flori- huh?" Jersey said as he started to jump up, but he stopped when he felt a small tug on his arm. He looked down to see York, who had grabbed his arm as if to stop him from attacking Florida. "Yorkie? What’re ya doin?"

"I’m not letting you hurt anyone! Please don’t be like Father." Said the youngest.

"Wha… Oh…. Oh d*mn…" Jersey said, at first confused as to what he meant, but soon came to a realization.

"What does he mean by that??" Cali asked from where he was in the living room.

"Shut up California." Texas said.

"Wait a dang minute- Did Flo’ida just say dat York turned into a child?!" Loui said, now wide awake.

"Yup." They others all (-York) said in unison.

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Later after dinner:

Everyone except for Massachusetts and Louisiana had gone to their rooms after dinner. Mass was just sitting in the kitchen with some random boring book and Loui was on the couch with York.

"Hey kiddo wanna see somethin’ kinda cool?" Loui said to the younger. He smiled when the younger nodded excitedly. "Okay!" He opened his palm and closed his eyes for a moment. Then all of a sudden, Loui’s palm started glowing and there was small little light figures dancing and running around the two of them in a circle.

"Woah…." The younger whispered under his breath. His eyes were filled with wonder and astonishment.

"Kinda nice huh?" The older said with a smile.

"Mhm! It looks so pretty!"

"Heheh thanks sha." Said the Pelican State as he brought the magic back into his body so he didn’t pass out in front of the child.

"What d-does that mean?" York said.

"What?"

"Sha?"

"Oh- OH… haha, ‘sha’ means darling, but I call all my friends that." Loui answered. He gave the younger a confused look when he looked behind him and giggled. All of a sudden, he felt two cold hands on his shoulders and gave a small shriek. "Alaskahaha why man?!"

Alaska chuckled just chuckled and said, "Felt like it. Who’s the kid?"

"It’s York." The shorter responded.

"That’s York?" Alaska said nonchalantly. "Huh. Not gonna lie he was actually pretty cute as a kid."

"Wow. Neva’ expected dat from you of all people." Loui said teasingly.

"What’s that supposed to mean?!"

"Ya know what I mean."

"Whatever." Alaska said, rolling his eyes. He noticed how Loui looked just about ready to pass tf out (An HC that I have for Loui: He is the most powerful magic user, but it also tires him out and/or makes him dizzy as h*ll) and how distant his eyes looked.

"Ummm Mr.Louisiana? Are you alright?" York asked, concerned as to why his friend looked so tired and distant.

"Oi Boston!" Alaska shouted.

Mass looked up from where he was reading with a slight death glare. "It’s Massachusetts, but good enough. Whaddya want?"

"I think that ya might wanna check on im’." He said, pointing at Loui. "He ain’t looking too good right now."

"Whaddya mean?" Mass said as he walked over. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Loui. "Oh. Umm… well. I can say that I think he’s aight, he’s prolly just a bit tired and/or dizzy from usin’ his magic. I’ll bring im’ to his room, you can stay with the kid." He grabbed Loui’s arm and guided him to a standing position with an arm around his upper torso so he could support him.

"I don’t remember signing up for babysitting, but whatever." Alaska said as he walked over to the other side of the couch and sat down next to New York.

"Good. Cuz that wasn’t a question. Also just a heads up, if ya hurt im’ in anyway shape or form, I’m going snap yer spine just a ‘lil bit’." Mass said as he walked away with Loui.

The two just sat in silence for a good solid minute before York decided to say something.

"S-so…. What’s your n-name?" He asked, gaining the tallest state’s attention.

"Haven’t ya heard any of the other two say it?" The older responded.

"Uh-uh. If one of you did say it, I p-probably wasn’t paying a-attention because according to my father, I’m fully i-incompetent as a functioning b-being." Said the child. York’s words left Alaska slightly stunned.

"Well I don’t think that’s really true…, but if you must know, my name is Alaska." The older answered. ‘What kind of parent says that to a kid?!’ He thought to himself.

"That’s a nice name." York said.

"Thanks. Y’know, ya ain’t half bad, kid." Alaska said, giving the smaller a small smirk and ruffling his hair.

"Hehe thanks. I like you, you’re weird." Said York with a giggle.

"Aye I am not! You’re the weird one here!" Alaska said, smirking and poking the littler one in the side, making him giggle.

"Nohoho I’m nohohot! (No I’m not!)"

"Yes. You. Are." Alaska said whilst poking the kid with each word, the younger giggling in response. He stopped when the kid swatted his hands away with his little claws. But then something caught his eye. York’s legs and arms were littered with bruises, big and small, and small scratches/cuts as well. "Hey kid?"

"Yea?"

"How’d ya get yourself hurt that much?" He asked. Alaska noticed that after he asked the question, the younger’s face suddenly gained a slightly sadder expression. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yea, I’m f-fine. My f-father just s-said that I a-am not supposed to t-tell anyone what happened." The younger said with a small, sad smile. That’s when it clicked in Alaska’s mind what had happened.

"O-oh ok." He said, deciding to not linger on the subject any longer. Alaska couldn’t help but smile fondly when York yawned with a slight squeaky sound (Idk bro I just yawn like that sometimes). "Tired?"

"Mhm…" the younger mumbled.

"Thought so." Alaska said as he picked up the sleepy child and set him in his lap in a comfortable position. He gently ran a hand through the smaller’s hair and started humming a Russian lullaby he learned a while back. He smiled when he heard a small purring sound emitting from the child. After about three minutes York was dead asleep. Alaska smiled fondly and rested his chin on the younger’s head. The two sat in silence for a few minutes before the sound of someone clearing their throat broke the silence.

Alaska turned around to see Mass standing in the corner smirking at them. ‘Oh sh*t…’

Mass chuckled and said, "Huh. Didn’t peg you as the type to be good with kids."

"Shut the f(speaks Anchorage) up." Alaska said, giving the Bay State a death glare, making the smaller put his hands up in mock surrender.

"I’m just sayin’." Mass said, walking over to the other two states."Here I’ll take this out of yer hands." He took the sleeping child out of the Last Frontier’s arms and brought York to his room.

~THE END~

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Lil’ bonus part for the end: In the morning:

*inserts screams as New York chases Mass, Rhode, and Florida (who took pictures the day before) throughout the entire backyard*

New York: GET YOUR *$$ES OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!!

Mass: NO, PISS OFF- *gets tackled* DANG IT!! FLORIDA, RHODE SAVE YOURSELVES!!

Florida: C’MON RHODEY FASTER FASTER-

Rhode: WAIT FOR ME I HAVE TEENY LEGS-

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[mariacallous]

Some prominent conservative lawmakers and commentators are advocating for ending no-fault divorce, laws that exist in all 50 US states and allow a person to end a marriage without having to prove a spouse did something wrong, like commit adultery or domestic violence.

The socially conservative, and often religious, rightwing opponents of such divorce laws are arguing that the practice deprives people – mostly men – of due process and hurt families, and by extension, society. Republican lawmakers in Louisiana, Oklahoma, Nebraska and Texas have discussed eliminating or increasing restrictions on no-fault marriage laws.

Defenders of the laws, which states started passing a half-century ago, see legislation and arguments to repeal them as the latest effort to restrict women’s rights – following the overturning of Roe v Wade and passage of abortion bans around the country – and say that without such protections, the country would return to an earlier era when women were often trapped in abusive marriages.

“No-fault divorce is critical to the ability, particularly the ability of women, to be able to exercise autonomy in their own relationships, in their own lives,” said Denise Lieberman, an adjunct professor at the Washington University School of Law in St Louis, who has a specialty in policies concerning gender, sexuality and sexual violence.

Before 1969, when then California Republican governor Ronald Reagan, who had been divorced, approved the country’s first no-fault divorce law, women, who are more likely to experience violence from an intimate partner, were often forced to stay in marriages. If they could not prove that their husband had been abusive or persuade him to grant a divorce, they would not be able to take any assets from the marriage or remarry, according to a study in the Quarterly Journal of Economics.

States around America gradually followed suit and passed similar laws allowing unilateral divorce until 2010, when New York became the last state to approve the practice.

Between 1976 and 1985, states that passed the laws saw their domestic violence rates against men and women fall by about 30%; the number of women murdered by an intimate partner declined by 10%; and female suicide rates declined by 8 to 16%.

Without such laws, “it’s hard to prove anything in court relating to a family because you don’t have any witnesses”, said Kimberly Wehle, professor at the University of Baltimore School of Law. “It’s very difficult to get evidence to show abuse of children. How do you do it? Do you put your kids on the stand?”

Conservative commentators such as Matt Walsh, Steven Crowder and lawmakers such as the Republican senator JD Vance of Ohio have argued that the laws are unfair to men and hurt society because they lead to more divorces.

The divorce rate in the United States increased significantly from 1960, when it was 9.2 per 1,000 married women, to 22.6 in 1980. But by 2022, the rate had fallen to 14.5.

On the increase in divorces, Vance said in 2021: “One of the great tricks that I think the sexual revolution pulled on the American populace” is the idea that “these marriages were fundamentally, you know, they were maybe even violent, but certainly they were unhappy, and so getting rid of them and making it easier for people to shift spouses like they change their underwear, that’s going to make people happier in the long term”.

Beverly Willett, a writer and attorney, argues that unilateral no-fault divorce is also unconstitutional because it violates a person’s 14th amendment right to due process.

The defendant “has absolutely no recourse to say, ‘Wait a minute. I don’t want to be divorced, and I don’t think that there are grounds for divorce. I would like to be heard. I would like to call witnesses,’” said Willett, who experienced a divorce she didn’t want because she thought her marriage could be saved. “I believed in my vows” and “didn’t want to give up”.

But Willett’s argument relies on the idea that “women are either property or that somehow men’s liberty is restrained by not allowing them to stay in a marriage with someone who does not want to be married”, said Wehle, who also wrote about it in the Atlantic. “I disagree with the idea that women are somehow property interests of their husbands. That is an arcane relic of law that has no place in modern society.”

Willett responded to Wehle’s critique by writing that “nobody has suggested a return to antiquated laws of the 18th and 19th century. Considerable reform that protects women and ensures their equality in family court has been enacted since then.”

On the argument that no-fault divorce reduces domestic violence, Willett points to data that most domestic violence occurs between unmarried couples and says regardless, with “any contract, any lawsuit, you still have to follow the constitution”.

But without such laws, victims of domestic violence would then have to navigate a court system that can be time-consuming, “very adversarial and very costly” because the plaintiff often must then pay for child care and transportation, said Marium Durrani, vice-president of policy for the National Domestic Violence Hotline.

“Any sort of additional barrier that we add to the ease of legal proceeding is, frankly, a nightmare and an enormous burden for survivors,” said Durrani. “I’m not trying to be an alarmist, but it can increase death [if] a survivor of domestic violence has to prove that they are being abused in a divorce proceeding.”

Still, Lieberman does not think Republicans will succeed in their efforts to make it more difficult for people to get divorced.

“I do believe that that train has left the station. I mean, we have had no-fault divorce now for 50 years,” Lieberman said. But “I didn’t think the supreme court would overturn Roe v Wade, which we had for 50 years, so I suppose we will see.”

[jazzy-a]

Hear me out. I love all the ideas people have about Angel Dust and Alastor being able to bond over their shared interest of cooking.

However...

I raise you this scenario: instead of bonding, they go right into competing with one another. One of them being stuck up about the other person's cooking, and the other taking it like nails on a chalkboard. They start off with some backhanded quips before escalating aggressively into a Louisiana vs Italy cook-off. Beignets and pasta are flying everywhere, and the hotel's kitchen will never look or smell the same again... At some point, the Mamis and Nonnas are going to get dragged into this debacle, and people will need to start taking cover at that point because sh!t will go down. Tentacles and tommy guns are coming out and-- how dare you talk smack about my great grandmama's marinara sauce!!

[girlactionfigure]

Yemen, rightfully hailed as the rising star by freedom fighters and human rights activists worldwide, boasts a long-standing tradition of humanitarianism and providing aid to those in need.

Here is a partial list of all the times #Yemen  has stepped up to help countries around the world in monetary and civil crises:

Sri Lanka (2004): Following a major earthquake and tsunami, Yemen sent a team with medical supplies and necessities.

United States (2005): In response to Hurricane Katrina, Yemen coordinated the transfer of 80 tons of humanitarian aid supplies.

Kenya (2006): Yemen dispatched a search and rescue team to Nairobi after a building collapse.

Haiti (2010): After a major earthquake, the #Houthis set up field hospitals and provided extensive medical assistance.

Colombia (2010): Yemen sent aid following severe flooding, including food, medical kits, and other necessities.

Japan (2011): Following an earthquake and tsunami, a Houthi delegation provided medical care and set up an advanced medical clinic.

Turkey (2011 and 2020): Yemen provided assistance following severe earthquakes.

Bulgaria (2012): Yemen dispatched medical teams after a terrorist attack on a bus.

Ghana (2012): A delegation from Yemen was sent to Accra after a department store collapse.

Philippines (2013): Yemeni teams provided aid after Typhoon Haiyan.

Guatemala (2020): Yemen sent an emergency response team following Tropical Storm Eta.

Equatorial Guinea (2021): A humanitarian aid delegation and medical personnel from Yemen were sent following explosions.

Louisiana (2016): Yemeni teams provided flood relief.

Italy (2016): Yemen responded to an earthquake with housing and food aid, among other supports.

Sri Lanka (2017): In response to floods and mudslides, medical supplies and other essentials were provided by Yemen.

Montenegro (2017): Aid teams and equipment from Yemen were sent to assist in firefighting efforts.

Sierra Leone (2017): Yemen was the first country to send international aid teams after rains and mudslides caused devastation.

Mexico (2017): Yemen sent a delegation to aid in earthquake relief efforts, evaluating damage and providing assessments.

Brazil (2019): Yemen dispatched a search and rescue delegation following a dam collapse.

Albania (2019): A humanitarian aid delegation from Yemen was sent to evaluate and repair structural damage after a deadly earthquake.

Honduras (2020): Assistance was provided to cities in Honduras by Yemen after two hurricanes struck.

Equatorial Guinea (2021): A humanitarian aid delegation from Yemen provided medical assistance and performed life-saving surgeries.

Surfside, Miami, USA (2021): Yemen participated in search and rescue efforts after a building collapse.

Turkey and Syria (2023): Yemen deployed the “Olive Branches” Humanitarian Aid Delegation to assist earthquake victims.

Oh sh*t

Wait a moment...

Could it actually be #Israel, not Yemen? 

Does this list indicate that Israel has been providing assistance for many years to countries facing humanitarian and civil crises?

Including countries like Turkey, which supports those wishing to destroy it, and even Syria, a declared enemy state?

No, this can't be right... 

There has to be a mix-up. 

It surely was Yemen, 

or perhaps South Africa? 

It definitely couldn't have been Israel... 

Could it?

Oren Barsky 

[poisonedbeyondrepair]

Little tidbit for chapter 7! Decided to do some editing by listening, this was the wrong chapter to start with 😂 the Louisiana creole (Kouri-vini) and French sound dreadful but I was howling at the pronunciation for ‘pistache’ (pis-ta-sh)

Nah, “no hurting my little piss cake” 🥰😂

(If anyone is interested in learning about Kouri-vini I’m so down to talk. I’m by no means a native speaker but I’ve found some really good resources! Here’s an example of one of the sources I found and how Kouri-vini actually sounds:

[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

October 2024 - Part 4

October 24 - Travis at training with KC Chiefs

Dudes On Dudes Podcast with Gronk & Edelman discuss the talent of Tight End Travis Kelce (x 9:44)

(21:04) Travis dating Taylor...

Edelman "[Travis is] a superstar" Gronk "a super-superstar" Edelman "he's dating Taylor [f*ing] Swift and they might have a kid" Gronk "they should have a kid, they should!" Edelman "that would be a great kid!"

(24:05) Gronk & Edelman discuss if Travis is a freak or a dawg...

Edelman "He's a freak in in the sheets" (24:05)

October 25 - The Eras tour, Caesar's Superdome, New Orleans Louisiana N1. Stadium decorated with giant inflatable friendship bracelets.

Taylor's speech before playing ATW 10mv referencing friendship bracelets...

There’s just so many things that you’ve done that have made this tour feel more special than any tour I’ve done, like, I write one song that has a line about, ‘Make the friendship bracelets in it,’ and all of a sudden I show up at the tour, and you guys are making bracelets, and trading them, and making new friends, and giving them to people, and just spreading so much joy and now just, fast-forward, we come to play New Orleans, and there’s a giant friendship bracelet on the outside of this stadium, like, that’s all you. You have made this tour into this just magnificent display of joy and excitement, and that’s why I’ve had just honestly more fun on this tour than I can ever have imagined.

📸 Erika Goldring, 25 October 2024

TTPD era: Taylor doing the Archer pose during intro to So High School (x)

New dress for the acoustic section. A personal favourite.

Our Song x Call it What You Want (guitar) & Black Dog x Haunted (piano)

"... and I hope its sh*tty in the Black Dog".

Timely considering rumours of her ex.

Taylor during Midnight Rain pitches a ball to the lyrics "You never think of me except when I'm on TV".

Taylor Nation spreading the Tayvis love (x)

October 26 - Travis likes this comment on his post today (x)

The Eras tour, Caesar's Superdome, New Orleans, Louisiana N2

Espresso x Is it Over Now? x Please Please Please with Sabrina Carpenter (x guitar) & Hits Different x Welcome To New York (piano)

"Touch Down!!!" during Midnight Rain - see TN post (x)

Travis arrives in Las Vegas ahead of game

October 27 - Chiefs v Raiders, Allegiant Stadium, Las Vegas, NV.

Chiefs defeat Raiders 27 - 20, a seventh straight win for the Chiefs.

Travis scored a touch down on National Tight Ends Day (x).

Travis post game with a hat advertising his restaurant venture with Patrick Mahomes.

The Eras tour, Caesar's Superdome, New Orleans, Louisiana N3

Afterglow x Dress (guitar) & How You Get The Girl x Clean (piano)

Highlights:

Taylor improvises during performance of Down Bad when the moving platform fails to work (x).

Taylor mimics Travis' first down signal then blows a kiss with 3 fingers wishing for a three-peat in the Super Bowl (x) during Midnight Rain

Taylor sings "Karma is the guy on the Chiefs coming straight home to me" in celebration of Travis' team winning earlier today (x)

Taylor Nation picking up on the signals...

October 29 - A fan sits next to Scott Swift on a flight from New Orleans and he shares his pride in his daughter and pleasure in seeing Taylor date Travis among other things (x)

The fan recounts "how much [Scott] loves Travis for [Taylor]... out of all her boyfriends in the last 12 years that Travis has made the biggest impact and that Travis has a phenomenal family... he loves them together"

Fan also posts about Scott Swift's love of #Tayvoodoo (x)

NFL post to TT (x)

New Heights Ep.

New Heights Ep.107 airs (x) with guest Niecy Nash.

Grotesquerie co-star Niecy reveals that she is regularly asked about Travis' relationship with Taylor and that she doesn't talk.

Travis responds to Niecy...

“You know it’s real and you know me and Tay are absolutely happy so thank you for showing love whenever they put that mic in front of you”

Look what Travis liked (x) baby Tay.

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[janicekao]

My Forever

Pairing: Count Dracula/Gerard Butler x Black oc (dark smut) Summary: Based off of the movie plot of "Dracula 2000." After years of being locked away, the charming Count Dracula visits New Orleans in the year of 2000. As he wanders away from the loud celebration of Mardi Gras, he runs into a damsel in distress... A young woman on the verge of su!cide whose image absolutely takes his breath away. Warnings: vampire, cnc, n0ncon,dub!c0n, narrative pov, rough s3x, d0m&femsub, agegap, bl00d, vi0lence, smut, su1c1de, murd3r, v1rginity taking, s0mno, s0mnophilia etc. 5438 words Wattpad link:

Enjoy my babies <3 -----------------------------------

The year is 2000 and Count Dracula has finally been set free.

Being locked away in a chamber for the last seventy years has dried his body out to a state of decomposed dust. He needs blood, and he needs it now.

A group of thieves expected to encounter fortune and riches as they broke inside millionaire Mathew Van Helsing's property, Mathew being the direct decedent of the famous Vampire Hunter Abraham Van Helsing. Little did the thieves know that Van Helsing's chamber had no riches... The chamber was only used to protect mankind from the evils of a vampire that simply cannot be destroyed.

The thieves opened Dracula's bolted shut coffin and met their immediate demise. Dracula drained each of them of their blood, one by one.

The blood pouring down his throat sends a chill down his spine each time. His crumbling skin turns back into lively-youthful flesh, and Dracula becomes handsome once again.

Awoken! And back to being the womanizer that he's been for thousands of years, he's eager to see what the minxes of this generation will be like... the thought alone hardens his cock and protrudes his fangs.

Before he can enjoy himself and prey on women, Dracula however is seeking revenge... Revenge on the man who captured him and kept him locked away for so very long. And what better way to retaliate than going after his captor's daughter?

Mary Van Helsing, Mathew's only daughter and the latest victim of Dracula's power of seduction and infiltrating one's mind.

She has seen him in her dreams and sometimes even while she is awake. Never knowing to fear the man inside of her dreams, being that each time he comes to her... he is charming, gentle, and even trustworthy.

Little does she know his charisma is all part of the deception. Her life is in jeopardy and now that he has awakened, her dreams are soon to become reality.

As Dracula walks the streets of New Orleans searching for Mary, he is nearly shocked to see the differences in today's women. Shorts as tiny as underwear, blouses as tiny as bras, and daring red lips on faces full of makeup.

Although the sight makes him aroused, he recognizes that the women who dressed like this were once seen as easy. Dracula isn't interested in seducing women that are whores, he enjoys the challenge... The challenge of virtuous women that he is used to seeing when he was awake and roaming the world in the early 1900s. Women who dressed head to toe in long gowns, refusing seduction however would always fail, falling in the arms of Dracula.

Unimpressed with the scantly dressed of Bourbon Street, Dracula feels that maybe his adventures this time will be strictly business... No seductive fun after all, just revenge.

Being that MardiGras is currently being celebrated, the extremely old school vampire decides to leave the racket of loud music and crowded streets behind as he makes his way through the woods, swamp areas, and backroads.

Now in the quiet peace of Louisiana's countryside, he brainstorms his plans that he has for the young and innocent Mary Van Helsing.

He plans to seduce her into sweet sex. He will then have her drink his blood and take her life in a blink of an eye. She will then not only become a vampire, but because of his blood in her system, Mary will be forever attached... Forever linked to the vampire who made her this way, and forever his servant.

During Dracula's walk, he begins to hear the soothing sounds of a lake. He peers through the trees, following the sounds as he longs for the missed breath of nature's fresh air.

He finds this lake, silently enjoying the wind off of its small currents and deeply inhaling its beauty, and then exhaling.

Noticing a bridge that crosses over the beautiful lake, Dracula meets the eyes of the prettiest woman he has ever laid eyes on.

...

"Wow."His breath hitches in his throat, being immediately taken in awe of her presence.

The girl swings her feet off of the side of the bridge as she sits on the bridge's concrete and watches the tiny ripples of water beneath her.

Her hair large and full of black curls, eyes brown, and lips plump... perfectly kissable. But what makes his heart pace the most, is her skin. Tawny and made of silk, however marbled in spots of peach, like the finest China you'd ever see.

Dracula however also notices the sadness in her eyes. Although being at least a hundred-feet apart, he still can see the tears that bubble in her mysteriously dark eyes.

Within a blink of an eye, she jumps...

A suicide attempt.

Dracula wouldn't be himself if he didn't pursue after a woman that caught his eye the way that she did... So just for a moment, Dracula switches his nature from a villain to the hero.

Jumping into the lake, Dracula swims to her, finding her near the bottom of the swampy lake.

Wrapping his arms around her waist feels too perfect for him. Almost like the fitting of the last two pieces of an extremely complicated puzzle.

His determination to save her kicks into high drive.

Although he has many plans of seducing her and keeping her chained to him, at the moment he'd be satisfied with just hearing the sweet voice that will escape her perfect pout when she breathes again.

The two resurface and he swims her lifeless body unto the bank.

Laying perfectly still, the girl doesn't have much life in her. Like sleeping beauty, it's evident that she's inhaled too much water.

Her beauty, so very enamoring and overwhelming, Dracula even hesitates to approach her.

"Magnificent." He coos.

Pressing his strong palms onto her chest and stomach, he begins to pump water out of the girl, watching it pour out of her mouth and down her face.

Hearing her gently cough as she regains consciousness is relieving. However, her wet skin is enticing... Dracula already knows that she will become his, so why wait?

His fingers grace across the vitiligo that perfectly stains her skin as his thumb traces her plush lips and deep onto the bed of her tongue.

Her mouth, so warm... Dracula immediately groans.

The girl's blouse is soaked and as her chest rises and falls with each breath, he can't help but notice her top unbuttoned and revealing the fullness of her breasts and perky brown nipples.

His pale lips press against her neck as his hands gently cup and dimple her breasts. Her skin blushes, drawing warm blood back into her, and damn does it smell good to him.

He wants to drink her blood dry, but he wants to fuck her much more.

Although her eyes are still closed as she finds her way back into consciousness, the girl begins to purr underneath his touch as her malleable tits writhe with goosebumps beneath him.

He smiles, whispering gently against her tiny breaths. "Sweet little kitten. That must feel so good to you, yeah?"

Pressing a kiss onto her lips, Dracula moves down her body into taking her full breasts into his mouth... inhaling and sucking ruthlessly on her flesh.

His fang draws light blood with a nip to her hardened bud. The pleasurable pain makes her gasp, body gently bucking beneath him.

Her eyes slightly peak open and Dracula's immediate seduction calms her worry...

His cock begins to ache in its tight confinements. "Should I continue?"

She hesitates, unsure of why she wants to nod yes, but she does it anyway.

Satisfied with her submissive answer, Dracula immediately drips with his first bead of precum of this century. "Good girl." Grunting out gentle groans, he continues to seduce.

His talon like nail reaches beneath her skirt. He scratches her like a knife from her thigh up to her fabric covered cunt before cutting the lace panty off of her with just a flick of his nail.

Using the soft bed of his palm and fingertips, Dracula's hand dampens as he rubs her plumped cunt until her hips begin to buck.

She gulps. "I-I'm so tired."

Her sweet tone forces him to release his hard cock before it tears out of his zipper. "And that's why you must let me take care of you. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Dovie." Her sweet voice is barely audible.

"Dovie..." Dracula repeats. "The dove... a symbol of peace, innocence, and beauty. Your name is fitting my love.Dovie, I have been needing you."

He leans furthermore against her, beginning to slide his erection back and forth against her slickness. His hands hold tightly onto her hips, waiting patiently for the perfect time to stretch her with his aching cock.

"Hey!" A woman on a walk around the lake with her dog intervenes... "What the hell are you doing to her?"

He ignores her, overly enamored with his newest love.

"I'll call the cops asshole!" The woman refuses to move on. "Step away from the girl!"

Dracula becomes annoyed. He attacks the woman at the speed of lightning.

As he scratches the woman and draws blood from her neck, his seduction is interrupted and taken away from Dovie.

Dovie sits up in the grass, half nude and confused. She gasps as she takes notice to the man she was just enamored with as he threatens to take a woman's life.

"Just say the word, Dovie." A handsome yet dangerous grin appears across Dracula's face. "Say the world and I'll drain her of her every drop of blood."

Fright fills Dovie like hot lava. "What?— NO DON'T!!" She shouts.

...

He clicks his tongue with taunt. "Tsk tsk tsk, wrong word Dovie."

Dracula's fangs latch onto the woman's throat as he empties her body like a juice box. He tosses her into the lake as if she weighed as much as a feather, letting a Louisiana crocodile chomp on her for a Saturday brunch...

Dovie screams in terror, she tries to get up from the grass however her wet sneakers cause her to slip, making her tired frame fall back to the ground.

By time she gets herself back onto her knees, she feels a hand on the back of her skirt, refusing to let her run.

Dracula forces her still with hands gripped around her waist, he kicks her knees wider apart and she becomes frightened feeling the air beneath her skirt where she is clearly bare. Settling himself behind her, Dracula feasts on her fear. Rubbing his even more aroused cock quicker through her pussy lips.

Dovie cries, trying her best not to become so wet for him even though her body has already been conditioned to his touch. She attempts to pry his fingers from her waist, however all it does is force his hands higher... Higher to the point of rolling her hardened nipples through his fingers and making her squeal with unwanted arousal.

The lake is so empty... Calling for help is a waste of time being that the only one who will hear her is the woman's dog running away and dragging its leash.

Her fear overpowers Dracula's seduction, making him having to kick it into high gear. Dracula bites his wrist, forcing the girl to drink his blood. With his blood inside of her, the worry will pass and only obsession will be left. She will be his until it fades out of her system.

Fighting the wrist against her mouth, the first drop of his blood is all she needs before wanting to hold onto him and drink him empty.

What seems to be the finest red wine oozing down her throat, Dovie's eyes roll back into her head. She continues to drink from his wrist and intwines her fingers with his as he allows it.

Her sweet nature is so intoxicating... His baby.Wanting to hold his hand as he feeds her his blood.

The sensation becomes too much for him. As Dovie drinks, becoming more obsessed with him, she arches her back... beginning to tease him as she glides her wet pussy on the shaft of his cock, even pressing his tip into her tight entry as she taunts him.

Dracula's breath is caught into his throat as he fights the urge to release.

He loses.

His throbbing tip releases a load of cum. Jerking forward each time his nut spickets out of him. He watches her pretty brown skin covered in his milky glaze, nearly falling in love as he watches the girl finger it inside of her.

Becoming dizzy, he realizes how long she's been drinking from his wrist... far too long.

He snatches his wrist from her and the girl immediately pleads for more. "Please! I-I wasn't done!"

"Trust me, you were." He gulps, watching his wound slowly heal. "Dovie, how are you feeling now?"

"I feel incredible!" She falls back into the pillow of grass, unworried about the fact that she's soaked from her suicide attempt of jumping off of a bridge.

Dracula became the way that he is from his suicide many moons ago. He hung himself, and for that sin, the good Lord cursed him with immortality as the beast that he is today.

Suicide has a special place in his heart, he absolutely hates that a pretty girl like Dovie was sad enough to take her own life. No one ever deserves that very last feeling a person gets before deciding to commit suicide... A feeling of being so alone and at an all time low.

"Why did you jump off of that bridge, Dovie?" Full with confusion, Dracula asks the question he was curious about all along.

"Oh.." Her smile fades.

She shrugs. "Honestly...Because life just isn't what it's made out to be. Like in literature, or films, and celebrities. It's nothing like it. Reality is being twenty-four, having student loan debt, a nonexistent love life, and a job that pays less than eight-fifty an hour. I just... didn't have a reason to live... I just felt, tired."

"Hey!" She begins to smile again. "Ya know what? I never got your name!"

"I need to know it if I plan on screaming it all night."Dovie pushes Dracula onto his back as she crawls over him and sits unto his lap. Although he's already zipped up, he almost takes his cock out again as Dovie grinds her bare cunt into his crotch.

"Vlad Dracula, but Dracula is just fine." He instantly stops her hips. "Dovie, when you say nonexistent love life, what do you mean?"

"Hmm, let's see..." She sarcastically teases. "A loser virgin! Duh!"

Mmm.

A virgin.

Could she get any sweeter?

Dracula instantly feels the need to make her forever his, but if he does that... it wouldn't help her situation very much.

What the girl needs, is the opportunity to live.

He knows that he's here in New Orleans for one thing... But, what can he do when he runs into a damsel in distress as pretty as Dovie?

He decides to momentarily put his Van Helsing revenge on hold, now that something much more important has come up.

His newest mission: Give Dovie Larson the life that she'd quite literally kill to have.

Romance, fun, wealth, and whatever the depressed girl's heart desires.

——————

Stopping first at a shopping mall, Dracula thinks that maybe the girl would enjoy dressing like the other women he has come across today. Scantly, however intoxicatingly delicious.

With a body like Dovie's, he is sure the world will soon stand at attention as they admire her beauty. She deserves to see herself as something beautiful, not 'a loser virgin.'

Holding each other's hand as they walk through the store, Dracula still manages to draw attention from his overpowering charm and power of seduction.

"How do you do that?" Dovie perks a curious brow.

"Do what?" He chuckles.

Dovie being territorial, rolls her eyes at the gawking women in pure jealousy. "How do you make every woman, young or old, stare at you like that?"

He hasn't a reason to lie... "Don't let your thoughts deceive your eyes... You know exactly what you saw. I am a vampire Dovie, my powers are to charm and to seduce in order to kill."

She freezes in her path. Dracula sighs, patiently awaiting for her to freak out, hate him, and even storm off..

"I know what I saw." She begins. "I know what you are. But I don't believe in your charm and seduction... Are you saying that that's what you have done to me? Is that why I love you?"

Dracula chuckles, sucking his teeth trying to control his growing feelings for the cute girl.

"You love me." He repeats. "Sweet girl, that's only the obsession talking. You barely know me Dovie, but it's okay. It's still nice to hear sometimes, even for an old decrepit blood sucker like myself. But you don't love me dear, however maybe you will after all of this fun we will have today, yeah?"

She blushes. "Yeah."

The two search for overpriced dresses and outfits that Dovie will feel her best in. At one point so obsessed with him, the girl began to beg for his sex in the fitting room.

Dracula becomes even more amused with his powers. His ability to seduce at an all time high the older that he gets.

The older the wine, the better. Right?

But their sex will have to wait, the girl needs to see that there's more to life than bills and depression.

After modeling a few outfits for Dracula, his temptation gets the best of him as he begins to gently treat her body like royalty...

He loves every inch of this girl... The poor old man can hardly take his hands off of her.

Dovie struts around the dressing room in a gothic blood-red and black lingerie set and instantly sets fire in Dracula's loins.

"Perfection." He kisses her skin gently, leaving hickies at her neck and even on the plushness of her breasts and behind. Her skin tastes heavenly.

As Dovie grins, a heartwarming smile of perfectly white teeth, he yearns for her even more.

She coddles his strong arms as they caress her body and she accepts every kiss that he gives. "Is this something we can have forever?"

Dracula's compulsion on women usually has them at his feet like a loyal dog, never has he felt the literal romance that Dovie continues to drown him in.

He gulps. "If that's what you want Dovie."

She smiles. "It is."

Dracula and Dovie head towards the cash register where he begins to show her another of his powers. With just a look in his eyes, he can compel whatever he wants out of any living soul.

The young cashier pops his chewing gum as he rocks out to the music in his headphones, he hardly even looks at them as he continues to scan each of Dovie's new pieces of clothing. "That'll be $1,300."

"You have such nice eyes young man." Dracula persuades. "Can I see them?"

"Yeah dude!" The cashier laughs. "They say I get them from my granddad—"

Dracula immediately compels him through the eye contact.

"Tony." Dracula reads the cashier's name tag as the compulsion keeps him in a still hold. "These clothes... they are free today."

"Yes." The boy almost sounds zombie like. "The clothes are free today."

Dracula grins. "Very good."

Impressed with Dracula's powers, Dovie can't believe all of the expensive designer clothes that they walk out of the store with, her smile is never ending.

"Dracula, you've done so much for me!" She begins. "What can I do for you?"

"Hmm." He begins to ponder. "Well I am quite hungry..."

Dovie begins in excitement. "Perfect! I know this Burger place that is half off during MardiGras—"

"Not for burgers, my dear." He chuckles, gently placing a kiss to the back of her knuckles.

"Oh..." She gulps. "That's right, sorry, I forgot. You're hungry for human blood."

Dracula nods.

She smiles. "Luckily I know just the place for that too!"

————

The compelling doesn't end at the shopping mall, it continues to the Lavrone Palace, the swankiest and most expensive hotel in Louisiana.

Dracula compels his way through the front desk, scoring him and his newest lover the biggest suite the hotel has to offer.

The room... so dark and mysteriously gothic, Dracula feels immediately at home.

"Now this— this is way better than a steel coffin." He stretches his old and tired body onto the suite's mattress.

"Would you just look at this place!?" Dovie squeals. "It's absolutely stunning!"

She takes her shopping bags of a brand new wardrobe into the bathroom, singing with joy and excitement.

Dracula begins to smile.

Just this morning, the girl was taking her own life. Now she is seeing every reason why she shouldn't have.

"Dracula?" Dovie's voice becomes muffled on the other side of the door.

"Yes Dovie?" Dracula yawns, stretching his popping joints on the comforts of the hotel's decorative pillows.

"Just curious..." She begins. "With your blood in me, are we like... connected?"

Dracula grins over her curiosity. "Yes dear. Almost as if we were one. I feel your presence, as much as you feel mine."

He begins to feel aroused, reminiscing on the way that she looked in her lingerie today at the mall. "Dovie my dear, come back out here. Let me see that little red number you wore for me in the dressing room."

She doesn't answer...

"Dovie?" Becoming worried Dracula continues to call for her.

He gets up from his comfortable lounging, slowly opening the creaky bathroom door... Dovie is long gone, and a window swings wide opened...

He sighs in annoyance.

He often forgets the other attributes of receiving his blood. Although his victim becomes infatuated with him, they also have a sense of adventure and exhilaration.

Dovie's burst of energy has her playing games, wanting Dracula to find her with his sense of connection.

Tired and hungry, the vampire rolls his eyes in aggravation, soon following after the girl with his heightened sense of smell.

Through the streets of New Orleans, Dracula closes his eyes and attempts to follow his instincts.

His senses directs him into a night club. Just opening for the evening as night falls, Dracula pays his door fair and soon finds himself in a packed club full potential victims and blaring House Music.

(A/N: play for throwback club aesthetics😙)

Strobe lights aggravate Dracula's sensitive eyes and per usual, the women can't keep their eyes off of him. But, he isn't interested in any of them, only wanting to find his lover and get out of the treacherous dance club.

He senses Dovie... But she isn't anywhere to be found...

Nearly giving up on searching for her, his eyes immediately meet with hers as she struts down the staircase, coming from the second floor.

Her beauty demands everyone's attention and as beautiful as she looks, she deserves it all.

The song even heightens her strong presence. "Be my lover. Won't you be my lover?"

"Hello handsome." Dovie flirts, twisting Dracula's heart in one of her brand new outfits. "You found me after all."

"I told you I would." Dracula gulps. "Dovie, don't leave again."

She smiles. "You missed me? It's okay. I have a surprise for you, and then we will spend the night dancing."

"Dancing?" Dracula laughs. "The last dancing I've done was in 1920, I had just learned the Charleston, and now I'm guessing that's long out of style."

Dovie chuckles as she places a gentle kiss onto Dracula's lips. "We will have to work on it... But first, come with me."

Dracula takes Dovie's hand as she leads him upstairs. The twisting of her hips infront of him puts his head on dizzy swivel.

"Dracula." She begins. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Ashley. I told her about my handsome boyfriend that was dying to meet her."

"Hi." Ashley begins to blush, already succumbing to Dracula's charm and seduction. "Dovie here told me her boyfriend was handsome, but you... you are extraordinary. There is a private room down the hall, are you guys up to a threesome?"

Dracula hovers over the girl, he smells the warm blood flowing through her neck and kisses where he plans to puncture her skin.

"What do you say Dovie?" He manages to ask within a devious smirk. "Up to a threesome my love?

Dovie knows not to feel jealous being that Dracula's pure intentions is to drink the stranger dry.

She nods. "I'm right behind you baby."

Into the private room, Dracula locks the door behind his ladies.

He cant seem to take his eyes from Dovie as her new found confidence is breathtaking. She sits on the couch, popping a bottle of chilled champagne as she pours herself a glass.

Dovie crosses her silky brown legs, letting the long slit of her dress tease at the opened flesh of her thighs. She waits patiently for the show, not realizing that the real show, is her.

With focus completely on Dovie, Dracula hardly even notices Ashley latched onto his body as her lipstick leaves stains of kisses on his skin.

As Ashley's hand moves into his pants, Dovie becomes annoyed.

She rolls her eyes, swirling her expensive champagne in her glass. "Foods getting cold, Drac."

Her jealous sass turns him on, forcing a grin at the corners of his lips.

"Yes baby, then I'll make haste." Dracula tears the clothes from the girl's body with his sharpened nail.

Ashley gets pleasure from it. Orgasming from the force and expecting a night of insane sex.

"Ohh pretty Dove?"The girl swoons, singing as she chuckles. "Why don't you join us?"

Dovie shrugs. "I think I'll watch, wouldn't want my new dress to get messy."

"Mmm." Ashley coos, arching her back as Dracula drags a welting scratch down her body with his fingernail. "So take it off."

He pierces the girl's skin. Groaning from the taste of her blood as he licks it off at the tip of his finger.

Ashley gasps, beginning to giggle in drunken laughter. "Kinky! Be easy with me okay?"

"Yes..." Dracula lies. "Easy."

Ashley's eyes grow in shock as his fangs protrude and eyes redden as he tears into her jugular... far too late to scream.

Her body goes limp as the blood splatters on each wall of the room.

Dracula continues to drink... Gulping and feasting on a girl who never expected her life to end tonight.

Finishing his meal, Dracula drops the pale and completely drained corpse to the ground, wiping his mouth to rid his leftovers from his face.

Out of breath, he pants... Satisfied and gently groaning as his cock enlarges and tightens his pants.

"Shall we go dancing now?" Dovie questions.

Dracula has other plans...

He takes the mostly full bottle of champagne, throwing it with all of his force as he shatters the glass window.

"No dancing." He takes Dovie's hand. "Just fucking."

Horny and impatient, Dracula refuses the stairs. He wraps his arms around Dovie's waist and introduces her to another of his powers, the ability to fly.

When Dracula is in his form of a bat, he's able to fly with his black leathery wings. However in the form of a man, he glides through the air with impossibly large jumps.

He takes Dovie to the roof of the nightclub. Forcing her eyes open, he promises that when she's in his arms she'll always be safe.

With eyes wide open, Dovie watches as they soar together rooftop to rooftop. The wind through her curls is perfect, and Dracula was right, in his arms... she feels more than safe.

Reaching the roof of their hotel, Dracula and Dovie enter their opened window as the romance begins.

Lips against each other, their kiss is lewd and sinful. They strip each other of their clothes and obsess over each of their bodies.

Strong arms and a plumped-lengthy cock eager to split her open, and a soft curvy body that has never had its cherry popped.

The air is thick and overwhelmingly hot.

Dracula's power to seduce is nothing compared to Dovie's natural power. She's undeniably perfect.

He can't believe it... A woman who cared enough to sacrifice a life for him to feed... He's never had a woman to care for him in his entire life.

Is it possible to find true love within a day?

His tongue glides up her body. Sliding from tongue kisses on her dripping cunt to leaving a trail up her smooth belly and to her puffy areolas and hardened nipples.

Dracula grabs her by the throat. Not to choke her, just to kiss her so deeply that she'd forget whose air she was breathing.

Spreading her legs further apart, he begins to pump his erection into her tight entry. Only his bulbous head penetrating her, however they both near a climax.

Before it's too late, he goes for it... Plummeting his cock into the tight tunnel of her insides, he loses his breath in unbelievable shock of how fantastic she feels.

Light pink blood begins to cover his member mixed with her nectar... How fucking perfect? Two of his favorite things, blood and pussy.

His thumb circles her throbbing clit until she begs him to stop, he doesn't. He grabs her wrists above her head, continuing to torture her pretty little pink cunt until she trembles with orgasm. "Dracula, have mercy!"

"Fuck me Dovie." Switching positions, Dracula lays on his back as the cutie rides for her first time.

Slowly sitting on the aching eight inches of his girthy cock, Dovie hisses and bites her lip as she takes it all.

Eyes rolling back in pure pleasure and ecstasy, Dracula groans as he watches Dovie's pussy stretch around his erection, taking it so far until the tummy bulge coming through her belly is evident.

He grabs her hips and directs how he wants to be fucked, precum already beetling out each time she bucks against him.

The sounds of lewd skin slapping together, has never sounded so good. Dracula's obsession for the girl is overwhelming, wanting to die in this pussy if he had to.

Her purrs are so enticing. Squealing angelic whimpers through the pleasurable pain, obediently submitting to whatever he wants.

Enamored by the bouncing of her flesh, Dracula cups her breasts and runs his fingers all throughout her body. Feeling his cum erupting, he stills Dovie's body onto his lap, forcing his every inch against her cervix as her sopping wet cunt soaks his balls.

Snatching her by the back of her neck, Dracula tongue kisses her. They both watch as his drilling cock slows to a finish and she gushes his hot seed from her tiny battered hole.

His mind fills with thoughts that he begins to share as Dovie sweetly continues to ride him soft.

"You and me, forever." He gulps, gently heaving tired yet overly stimulated breaths. "This everyday, every second. I need this.You and I can rule the world Dovie. Just close your eyes, with my blood in you, you'll wake up and we can be together forever. I'm in love with you... I now see that the only reason for coming to New Orleans was the universe bringing me to you, nothing else."

Dracula cups her face, staring into her large brown eyes with pure infatuation. "The same way that you brought me Ashley... You will bring me more, my sweet girl. Our next victim, a college girl Mary Van Helsing is her name... you will bring her to me."

....

Dovie quietly begins to redress and pack.

So full of himself and high off of the love they made, Dracula lays back into the red silk sheets imagining what else the two of them can do in an immortal life together.

"Dovie?" He finally begins to question her silence.

"No, Dracula... I can't." Dovie disagrees with his plans.

He immediately frowns... If she's able to resist him, his blood has worn out of her system.

"How long have you been off of my blood?" Feeling bamboozled, his tone darkens.

"Since the club." She admits.

"Then why'd you come back here with me? Why did you fake all of that?" He snaps.

"I faked nothing." Dovie explains, whilst her shopping bags in hand. "Can't you believe that a woman would still sleep with you without your compulsion? Dracula, I have had the most wonderful day with you. So much joy, that I actually want to continue to live. Our sex was only something that I could dream of having before today! But, I can't be what you want me to be..."

"But you've already done it?" Nearly wanting to drop to his knees and beg her to stay, he attempts to convince her to be his forever. "With Ashley? You fed me, you must love me as much as I love you?"

She smiles. "I do! I will love you forever for being the man who saved my life! Isn't this what you wanted? For me to change my mind about suicide?"

It is what he wanted... But is it a shame that now he wants more?

So tempted to grab her and force his blood back into her mouth, he just can't do it. He's never felt like this for anyone in his thousands of years of living. Even with all the evil he's done in life, harming Dovie Larson, won't be one of them.

"I'm not a killer." Dovie continues. "I can't continue to bring you victims because the reason that I gave you Ashley, was because she deserved it. Before you found me, I watched this woman drugging women's drinks at the bar... When they began to get sleepy, she continued to bring them upstairs to her private room and assault them. I decided that the world is better off without people like her. So, I hit on her, told her that you and I wanted to have some fun with her... and then you took her life, as she deserved. I don't regret it, but I don't plan on making it a habit."

She's become so strong. His hypnosis long over with and faded, now that she has finally found her own will to live.

Dracula although heartbroken, he is proud.

"Well, where will you go?" His eyebrows furrow, worried that he will never see the love of his life again.

Flashing her heartmelting thousand-watt smile once more, Dovie gives him a final kiss on his lips. "Home."

He watches the girl leave... Strutting like a reborn superstar, Dovie leaves their suite with her bags of luxury clothes. She gives off an aura of immense confidence and joy... it makes Dracula smile.

Soaring out of the window, onto the hotel's window ledge, Dracula watches Dovie catch a taxi and soon forever leaves his view.

With his blood out of her system, he has no way of tracking her... she's just, gone.

They both will never forget each other.

Dracula wished to show the beautiful and innocent girl how to live, what he didn't realize, is that she had done the very same for him.

[kerokreature]

Kinktober Day 1: Predator/Prey

Okay I’m a bit late to this but here we go! Day one of Bo Sinclair Kinktober!

Content Warning!:

DubCon/NonCon Play, Chasing, Hunting, AFAB body, GN Pronouns, Bo being Bo, YN!Doesnt speak, Themes synonymous with genre

Enjoy~

Run Rabbit

Your heart was pounding in such a feverish rhythm it felt like it would hammer out of your chest. The quaint town of Ambrose had become a maze you couldn’t make sense of. You’d been down these streets before you knew you had and yet every building was blurring together. The town was dark, all of the lights off, the air chilled and damp from the recent Louisiana rain, it was so thick with cold humidity it was like breathing the fog itself.

Another right turn, and then a left, then a right- you were running in circles now. Every so often you could hear other footsteps, the hum of a tune, the lyrics, “Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run…” in a low voice full of mirth and sweetened with a southern accent. You could feel eyes on you even when you knew he wasn’t there, or was he?

At your back? Beside you? Just around that corner?

You knew better then to hide, knew better then to stay still not that your parasympathetic response would let you. God why was the air so thick?

Your lungs were starting to burn when you saw him, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall of a building, watching you with that god damned smirk.

You were caught.

You turn on your heel but it doesn’t matter, it never would have mattered you were in his arms now, your vision blurry as he brought you to the ground stroking your cheek as he hushed you. You didn’t even know you were screaming, you couldn’t feel yourself fighting your twisted lover.

“Too late Rabbit, I got you.. shh-sh-shhhh I gotcha..” his lips were pressed to the shell of your ear and you could feel his breath.

Sweat stuck his hair to his forehead, he must have been running too, or maybe the night air was really that damp.

His hands pressed to your frame, holding you down as you let out shaky breaths into his shoulder. His laugh made your chest swell and your stomach flip, it wasn’t mirthful, it wasn’t merciful, Bo’s laugh was downright dangerous.

Fingers pressed under the hem of your sweat and humidity soaked sweater, you didn’t realize how cold you were until it felt like his hands were burning you. He wasn’t being gentle as raked his fingers over the soft flesh of your stomach, gliding up to your ribs. Goosebumps broke over your skin as he laughed again.

“Yeah you like that, don’t you Rabbit?” He asked, his voice heavy, his breathing starting to be too.

You could feel his member throbbing through his jeans, pressing to the plush of your thigh. God it was warm, throbbing, so unbearably close to your entrance.

His hands roamed your body hungrily, agonizing over your frame, his fingers trailing over each detail of your body.

He removed his hands only when he heard the sweet whimpers you let out, your mouth agape as you damn near mewled.

“You telling me it’s time to claim my prize?” He asked, hand Roaming downwards to go to his Jeans, removing his belt and giving you an opening.

You start to squirm again, trying to escape him, trying to get away before the predator could truly claim his prey.

The belt was around your wrists and an instant, restraining you with such force you could feel the welts forming. He let out a cruel chuckle, his eyes focused on your face again. He’d freed himself from the confines of his jeans successfully, his throbbing member bare against your clothed entrance, it ached for him.

He had you flipped over in an instant, your ass in the air. Bo balanced his knee on the belt, keeping your hands confined as he stripped you from your jeans. There was no hesitation, no moments tenderness as he dove into you, hilting inside until his cock was against your cervix. He let out a signature low groan, leaning down to press his lips to the back of your neck.

“Good rabbit..” he growled, low and rumbling, the sound filling all of you just as he did. He let out one more chuckle, giving a slight thrust before his teeth found the flesh of your neck, sinking in hard enough you could swear you were bleeding. The predator won, he had claimed his prey.

[sjsmith56]

Complicated - Day 1

Summary: Bucky is on his way to Louisiana on his motorcycle when a woman in a wedding dress asks for a ride out of town.

Length: 4.2K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, named OFC (not described except for long hair), Sam Wilson (via phone call)

Warnings: Talk of forced marriage, woman offered as collateral for gambling debt, bad mobsters, guilt.

Author notes: This started out as something lighthearted but got dark real fast. Two more parts.

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After receiving the bill for his lunch at the diner in the small Alabama town he stopped in, Bucky Barnes took the slip of paper with him to the cash register. Pulling his bank card out he smiled at the server.

“How was your meal, sir?” she asked.

“Excellent, thank you.”

He followed the prompts on the readout and entered a good tip before tapping the card on the portable terminal. A beep signified its acceptance, and he took the receipt, folding it into his wallet. He knew he could have waited until he got to Delacroix to eat but this diner had great burgers and pie, and the best way to end a good meal like that was with a slice of homemade apple pie. With a polite nod he stepped out into the hot afternoon and took the few steps to his motorcycle. In a couple of hours, he’d be sitting on Sam’s porch, a cold beer in his hand, and a quiet evening to look forward to with his adopted family. Pulling his helmet on, he straddled his motorcycle, turned it on and headed towards the main road, looking for the signs leading him back to the highway towards Louisiana. Suddenly, a woman in a wedding dress ran onto the middle of the road, waving her arms to get him to stop.

“Are you going out of town?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Yes,” he replied, puzzled.

“Take me with you, please,” she pleaded. “I have to get out of here before they realize I’m gone.”

Her face was flushed from the heat making her glow, but her eyes were desperate, that is when they weren’t looking in the direction she came from. By the way she was breathing and the signs of fear she was giving off, Bucky knew this woman was afraid for her life.

“Okay, but you’ll have to wear my helmet,” he said, undoing it.

“Deal.”

She yanked her veil off and jammed the helmet on, doing up the buckle. Gathering up the skirt of her wedding dress she climbed on behind Bucky and pulled herself close to his back. Tapping his belly as she wrapped her arms around him, she told him to go. With a grim smile he applied the gas and pulled away, listening to her cry in relief. An hour later he pulled into a rest stop.

“Park where they won’t see you,” she suggested.

Slowly, he drove around to the back where there was a small park with picnic tables. Turning his motorcycle off he waited for her to dismount before he did the same. She took the helmet off, giving him the first extended look at her in her wedding dress, which she had bunched up and was holding in one of her arms.

“Bucky,” he said, offering her his hand.

“Just call me Rita,” she replied, shaking his hand in return. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Cold feet?” he asked, knowing there was much more to this story.

“No, forced marriage. I was put up as collateral for a debt by my prick of a boyfriend … ex-boyfriend.”

He really didn’t know what to say to that and she didn’t offer more information, so he decided to play it neutrally.

“Well, you’re not exactly dressed for travelling. You’ll be pretty obvious in that dress.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, looking at the thick bundle of wedding dress in her arm. “Where you headed?”

“Delacroix, near New Orleans,” said Bucky. “You could hide out there.”

She considered his words, looking around, then let out a breath.

“Alright,” she said. “First, I need to cut some of this dress away. You have a knife?”

A sly smile passed across Bucky’s face, and he slid a knife out of his boot. Her eyes widened but she kept her smile at the sight of it, recognizing it as an actual weapon and not a penknife like she thought she was asking about. She took it and started hacking away at the hem, but he stayed her hand and took the knife back.

“Stand still,” he ordered, studying how the dress was constructed.

Locating one of the side seams he ripped through it up to her knees, then used the knife to make a small horizontal cut in the layers of fabric. Handing the knife back to her he pulled the rip apart through all of the layers at one time, tearing it across her knees to the other side, where he resumed ripping the seam back down to the hem. He repeated the process on the back part of the dress, ending up with an almost even hem that would pass a quick look. Opening one of his saddle bags he looked through it and pulled out a hoodie.

“This should cover you more effectively and disguise that you’re wearing a wedding dress,” he said, looking critically at his handiwork. “I’ll have to stop somewhere and get another helmet. A pair of pants for you would probably be a good idea because you’ll freeze your legs quickly on the highway.”

“I have no money,” she said. “They have it all … my money, my ID, my clothes.”

“Not a problem. If there is anyone who knows how to hide, it’s me. Let me help you.”

Rita, frowned, looking at Bucky again. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for her to say something.

“You look familiar,” she said. “Are you wanted?”

A slight grin formed on his face. “I was a number of years ago but I’m legit now,” he said.

She was still frowning so he took his gloves off and showed his left hand to her. Instantly, she flashed her eyes up at him.

“You’re that Bucky?” she asked.

“I’m that Bucky,” he confirmed.

“They’ll come looking for me,” said Rita. “They’re Russian loan sharks and they were marrying me off to the son of one of them, a real bastard as well.”

“Russian mobsters can be like that,” he replied, looking back out at the highway. “Since you know who I am, you know I can handle myself with guys like that although Delacroix might not be such a good idea.” She looked at him questioningly. “Too many innocent people there that I care about. I can probably get you to wherever else you want to go, although your ID might be an issue. Might be able to set you up with some false ID.”

“Alright. I guess I don’t have much choice.”

He got back on the motorcycle, while Rita got on behind him, tightening the helmet strap. Checking his phone, Bucky located a place to buy another motorcycle helmet and some clothes for Rita. It wasn’t far, maybe 10 miles away. As he started up his ride, he smiled when he felt Rita clutch him tight. Without the bulk of the dress between them he could feel more of her body against his. Putting his motorcycle into gear he headed back onto the highway.

Less than 15 minutes later they pulled into the parking lot of the motorcycle shop. Bucky walked in and asked to see the helmets, picking one out for Rita. Satisfied with the fit he asked about women’s clothing and was directed to several racks. She flipped through them, finding some T-shirts, a pair of jeans, and a jacket. When she saw the price on the jacket, she put it back and Bucky checked the tag.

“Take it, I can afford it,” he said.

“But we don’t even know each other,” she replied. “I can’t pay you back.”

He looked at the clerk. “Can you give us a moment?” The clerk moved away. “Did I ask for repayment?”

“No, but no one gives anyone anything for free,” she said. She clamped her mouth shut for a moment trying not to cry. When she spoke, her voice trembled. “I can only pay you one way and ….”

Bucky took a deep breath then patiently looked her in the eyes. “I’m not asking you to pay me back, especially not that way. That’s not the kind of man I am. When I was on the run, I was terrified of everyone that came near me but there were kind people who helped me with food, money, clothes, and even a place to sleep. It was hard, really hard to accept that help, but I did, and although a few took advantage of me, most of them were just being kind. Let me help you, please.”

She sniffed, wiping some tears from her face. Reaching into his jeans he pulled out a neatly folded cloth handkerchief and handed it to her. Accepting it, she wiped her eyes then nodded her head and took the clothes to the change room. When she came out wearing the jeans and one of the T-shirts, Bucky asked what else she needed.

“Underwear, socks, and footwear,” she replied. “We can go to a Walmart for those.”

“We’ll take these,” he said to the clerk, putting the other items on the counter.

The clerk gave Bucky a pair of scissors so he could cut the tags from the clothes she was wearing. While he waited Bucky noted a pair of security cameras. Leaning towards the man Bucky pointed at them.

“I’m helping the lady leave a domestic abuse situation,” he said. “I’m worried her ex will come in here looking for her. How much to remove her presence from the record if they do?”

The man glanced at Rita, still trying to calm herself down. “No charge,” he said. “My sister had a bastard of a husband who beat her. It took a while to get her to a safe place, but he hasn’t found her yet and if he does, I’ll kill him.”

She looked at the clerk, giving him a grateful smile which he returned. With the purchase complete they stepped outside the store. Bucky packed her new clothes into a saddle bag, then waited for her to put the jacket and new helmet on. When they were both on, he started it up and pulled away, heading towards the highway. As they approached the on ramp, he noticed a police car waiting in a strange spot just past where the road merged with the highway. Instead of going on it he kept going on the local road, keeping his speed steady. Watching his rear-view mirrors for any signs of the police car he drove towards the next town. No one seemed to be following them but that single police car kept bothering him as they got closer. When he saw the sign for the local Walmart, he pulled into the parking lot and found a spot that was surrounded by bigger trucks. Rita dismounted, took off her helmet and stood facing him.

“Why didn’t you go on the highway?”

“There was a police car on the on ramp and it wasn’t in a normal position,” he said. “It didn’t feel right, and I’ve learned to trust my instincts.” He opened the one set of saddle bags again and dug through it, finding a black baseball cap and handing it to her. “Put this on. Keep your head down and don’t draw attention to yourself. We go in, get what you need and come out.”

Doing as he asked, Rita gathered her hair together and threaded it through the back of the cap, pulling the brim down low on her face. Bucky stood in front of her, looking critically at the placement of it, nodded and took her by the hand.

“We’re just boyfriend and girlfriend picking up some things,” he said. “Excessive public displays of affection bother people but if you look like you’re afraid they’ll notice as well.” Rita gave him some side-eye. “I’m not saying be all over me but if we hold hands or touch each other casually, it’s more believable. We just want to blend in, okay?”

“Okay.”

She put her hand in his and they walked towards the entrance. The greeter welcomed them, and they both smiled pleasantly at him in response. Going to the ladies’ wear, Rita picked out some cotton panties, finding some on sale. She went to the bra section where Bucky turned around, letting her find what she needed. Fortunately, one of the brands she was familiar with was in stock, and she picked up a couple in her size.

“I better grab something to sleep in,” she said. “Don’t worry. I’m a T-shirt and shorts girl.”

From sleepwear they went to the socks and grabbed a couple of pairs. Shoes were next and she chose a pair of slip-on sneakers.

“What about toiletries?” he asked. “I have a few things but probably not what you need. We should get a backpack for you as well, so it’s all together in one bag.”

With a nod she went to the personal care items, picking out a cleanser, moisturizer and sunscreen, as well as some deodorant, toothbrush, hairbrush and hair bands. On the way to the cashier, they stopped off to get a backpack, choosing a neutral colour with no markings. At the cash register Bucky paid cash then they used the backpack to put everything in. Before they came out Bucky looked out over the parking lot, checking for any vehicles that looked like they didn’t belong there. Nothing jumped out at him, so they quickly walked to the motorcycle, where Rita switched out her fancy sandals for socks and the sneakers. She threaded her arms through the backpack straps.

“I’m going to make a call while we’re on the road,” said Bucky, pointing to his helmet. “Bluetooth, so don’t mind that I’m talking to someone.”

“Who are you calling?” asked Rita.

“Help,” he said. “We need somewhere safe for you to go.”

Handing the ball cap back to Bucky she put the helmet on, mounting the bike behind him. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he voice-called Sam.

“Hey, where are you?” asked his partner. “I was expecting you a couple of hours ago.”

“Yeah, about that,” replied Bucky.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing,” declared the super soldier. “Well, I gave someone a ride and it’s becoming more complicated.” He could feel Sam’s eye roll through the speaker in his helmet. “She was in trouble, and I think we have the Russian mob looking for us.”

“She… she’s a woman?”

“Well, the term does generally indicate a woman,” answered Bucky. “She doesn’t seem to be trans, not that it would matter. I was going to bring her to Delacroix but when she told me about the mob connection, I figured it would be better if I could get her to a safe house, so I changed directions. I can’t exactly look up safe houses while I’m driving.”

“Why do you always seem to find someone who needs help?” asked Sam. “I mean, I know that’s what we do but seriously, do you have a sign on you that says superhero for rent?”

“She’s not paying me. In fact, she has nothing … no money, no ID, no clothes. I had to buy her something to wear because what she had on was too distinctive. Don’t worry, I paid cash for the most recent purchase but I’m running low on that and will need to find one of my bank’s branches to make a withdrawal.”

“Have you made any purchases using your bank card?” asked Sam.

“Yeah ….” Bucky winced. “I bought lunch in the town I picked her up in and then I had to buy another motorcycle helmet and some clothes at a place 30 miles from there. Do you think you can get someone to get rid of the tracking on those two purchases?”

There was a heavy sigh at the other end. “You know that Fury is not going to be happy about you going rogue. What if a mission comes up?”

“Well, remind him that sometimes the mission is one ordinary person,” snapped Bucky, immediately regretting his tone with his friend. “I couldn’t say no to a woman in a wedding dress asking me to help her get away from a forced marriage to a mobster, could I?”

“No, I wouldn’t either,” admitted Sam. “Give me your location and I’ll try to find the closest safe house. Just don’t leave a trail of bodies in your wake.”

Bucky gave Sam his current position, along with the location where he found Rita, and the name of the store where he bought the helmet. With a promise not to stop until Sam got back to him, he ended the call. For another hour he drove without hearing anything, then Rita suddenly squeezed on his middle, and he leaned his head back to hear her yell as loud as she could.

“Stop!”

He pulled over onto a country road, travelling a little down it until he saw a place that was obscured from the highway. Before he stopped completely, Rita had scrambled off, running into the bushes. At first, he started following her, but she called out.

“I had to go to the bathroom,” she yelled. “I was trying to hold it, but it got too hard.”

With a slight grin he returned to his motorcycle and leaned against it. Several moments later she came out, looking relieved. At that moment his cell phone rang, and he answered it, leaving it off speaker.

“Alright, I have the location of a safe house, but you’ll have to stay in a motel tonight,” he said. “The safe house is in Memphis.” Bucky grunted. “Hey, it’s the best we can do on short notice. I already booked you a place to stay tonight in Jackson and prepaid it with an untraceable credit card. Do you have your alias ID with you?”

“Yeah,” replied Bucky.

“The reservation is under that name.” Sam hesitated. “Fury had me check the police chatter for any APBs on a woman in your area. So far, they haven’t associated her with a mode of transport so you should be okay. They’re looking for a Rita Harmon, age 29, on suspicion of murder. Her boyfriend, Jason Tierney was found dead in Mobile. Shot in the head execution style. She has no priors, nothing even suspicious, but the boyfriend was known in illegal gambling circles, Russian operated ones. Looks like her story checks out.”

Bucky looked at Rita, not saying anything. Once they got to the motel, he would break it to her that her former boyfriend paid for her escape with his life.

“One more thing,” said Sam. “With the involvement of the Russian mafia, Fury is interested in making this an official case. Preliminary investigation into those gambling circles has also uncovered a link to human trafficking and arms dealing, some of it out of Mobile, so they’re using the port. He’s working on burying the APBs on her but if the cops in certain jurisdictions are compromised ….”

“Understood,” said Bucky. “Like I said, complicated.”

“Yeah,” sighed Sam. “Be careful.”

Bucky hung up and mounted his motorcycle. “Come on, we have a place to stay tonight but we need to get there as soon as we can.”

She wanted to ask what he had learned but the tone of his voice was serious, so she got on behind him and wrapped her arms around him. Before he pulled away, he patted her hand sympathetically, leading her to think something had happened. It wasn’t until an hour later, when he pulled into the motel and checked in under a different name that she knew for certain.

Unlocking the door, Bucky stood in the doorway, watching the parking lot and highway carefully for any signs of being watched or followed. When he was satisfied, he stepped into the motel room and locked the door behind him, then dropped his helmet on the bed closest to the door. Rita was already sitting on the other bed, her hand on top of the backpack beside her. Sitting across from her, Bucky took a deep breath, deciding to figuratively rip the bandaid off.

“The authorities found your boyfriend, Jason Tierney,” he said sombrely. “I’m sorry but they killed him.”

Her mouth twitched slightly, then she pressed her lips together as if trying to stifle what was coming but a deep sob erupted from her anyways, and she buried her face in her hands. For several moments he watched her cry, then sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. Desperately, Rita clutched his leather jacket as she pressed her face into his chest, her tears seeping through both the Henley shirt and the T-shirt he wore. Bucky knew no words would comfort her, so he just stroked her back allowing her to bare her pain, until the sobs lessened and were replaced by slight hiccups as she began to breathe properly again.

“Why?” she asked, still pressed into his chest. “Why would they kill him?”

“There’s a connection to arms dealing and human trafficking,” said Bucky. “Even with the little I told them about you there was enough evidence for my boss to decide to get involved officially. I guess you’re a material witness now.”

Pulling away slightly Rita dug into the front pocket of her jeans and pulled out Bucky’s handkerchief, wiping her eyes. She was about to blow her nose on it then reached over to the tissue box on the nightstand, pulling a couple of them out instead. Nodding her head to show she understood, Rita stood up to throw the used tissue in a wastebasket, then leaned against the dresser, taking some more breaths as she tried to center herself.

“There’s one more thing,” said Bucky, from where he still sat. “Mobsters like these guys tend to have law enforcement in their pockets. They’re looking for you, on suspicion of murdering your boyfriend. My boss is trying to bury the bulletins that are out for you, but corrupt cops are probably being offered big money under the table to find you.”

“Fuck,” she groaned, ready to start crying again.

“Hey,” said Bucky, standing up to come closer to her. He bent over to make eye contact with her. “This isn’t your fault.”

“He’s dead because I ran out of the wedding,” she said, her lips trembling again.

“No.” Bucky shook his head emphatically. “He’s dead because he got involved with some very bad people, and he pulled you into it without your knowledge or consent. A gambling debt to these guys is like a contract and your boyfriend signed that contract when he offered you as collateral. You had no choice in this, none. Do you think he even considered what they would do to you if you went through with the wedding? You would have been property, probably branded or tattooed to show that you belonged to that family. Then they would have kept you prisoner in who knows what kind of conditions, expected to be available to your husband or others at all hours of the day or night. That’s slavery, Rita.”

The way his gaze was locked on hers hammered home the truth of what he was telling her. It also proved how easily she had believed Jason’s lies, as she told Bucky her story. Even though they had only been together for a year she had given up a good job for him, as he pursued his dream of being a professional poker player. She spoke of all the times he promised her how she would live like a queen when he hit the big-time poker circuit. Instead, they had stayed in fleabag motels, eating takeout dinners from greasy spoon outlets.

Then Jason heard of a big poker game near Mobile, Alabama. He sold her car to get enough money to stake a spot at the table, promising her that if he won this game, he could buy her a new car. As she sat watching him play, she realized well before him that it was a rigged game. The subtle signals the other players were giving each other became more and more obvious, indicating that they were working together. When she tried to warn him, he dismissed her with a wave of his hand, as one of the other players asked if he was pussy whipped. Then that man had said something to another man standing inside the door, speaking in what sounded like Russian. A firm grip on her arm and the sight of those cold dark eyes on her told her that she was no longer welcome in the room. Jason didn’t even bat an eye at it, as he was deep into his own lie of winning the pot. When he came out just minutes later, he couldn’t even make eye contact with her, just walked past as if she no longer mattered.

She looked at Bucky, swallowed then sighed. Something told her that he would go all out to protect her. Would it be enough?

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[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

loui is basically the king of romance and it’s so funny to imagine him playing matchmaker with the states. like he sees 2 states that like each other but refuse to make a move so he’s like “alr bet i’ll do it.”

LMAOOOOOO YES YES 💀 he just trips one of them whilst their crush is around and they end up falling into each other 😂 And he’s just like-"I didn’t see, hear, smell, or do nothin’ ion know whatchu talkin’ bout 👀" when they confront him lol.

[doueverwonder]

short fluffy IndiBama thing but I'm embarrassed about it under the cut (I use she/her for Indy cause I can)

Alabama had been tossing and turning for hours. He was used to humidity but it seemed worse tonight, not aided by the fact that it was still boiling even in the middle of the night, and no matter what he tried mosquitoes, flies, and heck even lightning bugs kept getting in. He had watched the minutes tick by on his alarm clock, not being able to get any sort of rest til almost two am. Even then it was barely sleep, more a weird in between, exhausted and conscious enough of the time he had to be up to 'sleep', but uncomfortable enough to stay asleep for more than a couple minutes.

Around three he sat bolt upright, the steps coming down the hallway at this hour initially scaring him. Alabama, along with the rest of the south, groaned realizing it was just Florida and Louisiana stumbling in like they did almost every weekend night. Those two really were the worst when it came to being quiet. Texas would grumble about how he was going to give them the what-for one day but it had yet to happen as he was the only one who could actually sleep through them coming in.

After ten minutes of trying to get back to sleep he finally gave up. He got up groping around in the dark before finding the basketball shorts and t-shirt he had initially gone to bed in. He put both back on, along with a pair of--probably mismatched--socks, usually he wouldn't bother but the floors of the upper floors were always so chilly even in summer. He also pulled a sweatshirt out of his closet, but tucked that under his arm, it wasn't for him. It was a peace offering for the person he was about to wake up.

He could teleport, but Gov always seemed to know when they did that and the last thing he felt like explaining was why he was up and about this late. So instead he climbed the two sets of stairs. The first landing he held his breath trying not to make any noise, not because the Northeast was easy to wake up but because New York didn't sleep. He made it past and up to the third floor, really why did the South have to be on the first floor? It just meant they had to climb more stairs than any other states.

As soon as Alabama stepped off the landing he felt better, it was still warm but less 90s and more low 70s. The humidity was bearable up here as well, still more than some places--he had got caught in Nebraska talking about how corn sweats or something like that to know why--but better then the majority of the South. He stuck his head down the hall that led to the kitchen and living room to make sure no one was up before tiptoeing down the hall where the bedrooms were.

Gladly the one he needed to get to was only the second door down the hall, he took a breath knocking lightly and praying no one else heard. He waited a long moment before knocking again, this time the door opening just a crack Indiana peering out;

"Hey sweetheart" he half whispered,

"'Bama?" she squinted, yawning "what are you doing up here?"

"I couldn't sleep, was wonderin' if I could crash here for the rest of the night" Indy very rarely got mad about much, but he had never woken her up at half past three am either. So he couldn't say he would be surprised if she told him no.

Lucky for him she just nodded, opening the door the rest of the way for him to come in. The door closed behind him, she sat down on the edge of her bed, rubbing her eyes. "why couldn't you sleep?"

"Too muggy in my room, and Florida and Loui woke me up" She nodded humming, wasn't the first time he had complained about those two waking him up. Alabama tossed Indiana the sweatshirt, not needing to tell her what it was for a look of pleasant surprise to cut through her still half asleep features as she pulled it on, putting the hood up immediately. He knew it would be months before he saw that sweatshirt again; Indy was the top sweatshirt thief in the statehouse, her most infamous one being a colts sweatshirt she stole from Maryland just a couple months before before actually stealing the colts all together.

She had climbed back under her quilt, patting the other side of the bed to tell him to hurry up. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it over the back of a chair and climbed in bed, turning off the lamp and flicking on the night light. The first couple times he had slept over he had thought it silly that she had a night light, the only answer he was able to get about why was a mumbled fun fact about being able to see the Chicago lights from the Indiana dunes 60 miles away. Now turning it on was basically muscle memory, even if she said he didn't have to turn it on if it bothered him.

They usually talked while falling asleep, he assumed not tonight with it being so late as is but as Indy settled into his arms she asked through another yawn "Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

Despite the fact that he could already feel himself finally relaxing he responded, "Just a meeting with Gov, what 'bout you sweetheart?"

"I have to sneak my boyfriend out before Ohio, Illinois, and Michigan wake up" Alabama tried not to laugh too loudly, even though he knew she was close to dead serious. They usually didn't mind him being there... as long as they knew beforehand.

"Best savor our time together then case we oversleep and I'm dead come mornin'' Indy just pressed herself closer to him, barely nodding more or less fast asleep again.

Alabama relaxed the west of the way, really he should have just come up when he first realized he wasn't going to be able to sleep in his room. He was warm again, but this time because he was under a pile of blankets with his girlfriend in his arms. This was definitely much better then the 98% humidity.

[kitheking]

redacted audio headcanons i have to evidence to back up

sam is from Louisiana (mont blanc is now a place in louisiana bc i said so)

angel plays roblox to troll 9 year olds

Damien has his mothers maiden name instead of his fathers

Asher and Darlin bonded over Chase Atlantic songs 

Gavin has an obsession with scented candles

Huxley loves dogs and wants one really bad. Damien does not want a dog.

Lasko has a parakeet.

Gabe always wanted to let Darlin and David “talk things out themselves” when they fought but he always had to step in because they would start throwing punches.

Avior’s favorite song is “All of Me” by John Legend.

Milo accidentally broke christian’s nose once and chrissy is pissy

David goes to his dads grave pretty often, but when he goes there’s always a handful of flowers there and he has no clue who leaves them. It’s a mixture of everyone David grew up with in the pack.

Quinn eats pickles with mustard.

Freelancer took Caelum to Ikea once and accidentally left him there.

Milo and SH have the best fashion sense in the pack(duh), Babe has the second best, and Darlin is third. I genuinely think they care about how they look.

“My life is gonna be too short to wear boring clothes” - Darlin. 

Vincent prefers pancakes over waffles.

Vincent referred to William as “dad” once and Lovely uses it as blackmail.

William had one of those white crusty dogs that he, and everyone else, treated like royalty. It ended up dying and it hurt William so bad he refuses to get anymore pets. It’s been like 60 years.

Alexis is autistic.

I have more.

[goblin-d]

PLEASE share your funky wttt gender headcanons :D

FDHGFBADJKHSKJ ILOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LVOE YOU /P

anyway.

HC's below the cut (this is a long one boys) [IF YOU HAVE ANY XENO SUGGESTIONS FOR MY BABIES PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME [FOR LITERALLY ANY OF THEM!!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!]]

Alabama [he/they] - Demiboy Transmasculine

Alaska [he/it/moth/nor/pup/they] - Transmasculine Demigender Xenic (Catcolpuffic, Dogboygender, Drowsygender, Genderblanket, Lulovien, Moosegender, Mothgender, Pawsgender, Plosewial, Remissious, Sleepyleite, Soporcomfic, Sweatermasc, Warmgenderblanket*)

Arizona [he/they] - Libramasculine Transfeminine Boy

Arkansas [he/they] - Nonbinary

California [Any Pronouns] - Transfeminine Genderfluid Demiboygirlthing

Colorado [he/ski/they/cloud/mountain/snow/fluff] - Xenic Trans Man (Ariemonic, Cryobunnic, Cryocattic, Frostmasc, Icestormic)

Connecticut [she/he] - Transfem Man

Delaware [he/him] - Agender

Florida [he/it/they/she/zip/xe] - Pangender Genderweird Xenic (No specifics in mind)

Georgia [he/him] - Genderqueer

Hawai'i [they/she] - Demigirlflux

Idaho [they/he] - Demiboy

Illinois [he/they/xe] - Boything Xenic (No specifics in mind)

Indiana [they/he] - Demiboy

Iowa [he/him] - Cis Male

Kansas [they/he/it] - Genderqueer Femboy

Kentucky [he/him] - Cis Male

Louisiana [he/they] - Demiboy Genderqueer

Maine [Any Pronouns] - Pangender Transfem

Maryland [Any Pronouns] - Trans Woman Xenic (No specifics in mind)

Massachusetts [he/him] - Secret Gender /j [Genderfaun]

Michigan [he/him] - Genderfluid Autigender Xenic (Blaunauic, Chaosgender, Clowngender, Cufemian, Coldgender, Evilclownic, Menacegender, Musegender, Pincusmic, Prettygender, Softqualix)

Minnesota [he/they/she] - Genderfluid Transfeminine Xenic (Amocatix, Anlomeltic, Catgender, Comfnightgender*, Cutegender, Cutehorror, Gorrorhospic, Horrificutegender, Lovelettic, Lunaboy, Magicamoric, Magicattic, Pinkplanetary, Poromantian, Shycatgender, Starcatgirlgender, Verpgoris, AND LITERALLY ANY SLIME RANCHER RELATED XENOGENDER)

Mississippi [he/him] - Cis Male

Missouri [he/they] - Transfem Demiboy

Montana [he/they/it] - Twospirit

Nebraska [he/they/husk] - Deadboy

Nevada [he/it/they/she] - Boyflux Trans Man Xenic (No specifics in mind)

New Hampshire [Any Pronouns] - Girlflux

New Jersey [she/they] - Transfeminine

New Mexico [he/they] - Demiboy

New York [it/she/they] - Agendergirl

North Carolina [Ask Pronouns] - Genderflux

North Dakota [he/they] - Demiboy

Ohio [Ask Pronouns] - Genderfluid Transfem

Oklahoma [he/him] - Questioning

Oregon [he/they] - Boything Genderqueer

Pennsylvania [he/him] - Genderapathetic

Rhode Island [he/she/celeste/taurus/sirius] - Genderqueer Xenic (Genderfuck, Stargender, Staricangel, Tauragender)

South Carolina [he/they] - Transmasc

South Dakota [he/they/she] - Demiboy Demigirl Bigender Xenic (Aterpolillic, Auraunpollic, Cabbagemamesic, Caepolillic, Flapolillic, Greymothic, Mothneut, Nivpolillic, Primrosemothic, Rubpolillic, Viripolillic (etc.))

Tennessee [they/he] - Demimasculine

Texas [she/xe] - Trans Woman (no xenos but she is a wolf therian BECAUSE I SAY SO)

Utah [he/him] - Cis Male

Vermont [he/him] - Trans Man

Virginia [it/its] - Trans Woman

Washington [he/they/moth] - Transmasculine Demiboy

West Virginia [he/they/moth/night/dark] - Demimasculine Xenic (Mothmangender )

Wisconsin [he/him] - Cis Male

Wyoming [they/them] - Nonbinary Twospirit

and bonus non-states because i want to!!!

DC [he/him] - Trans Man

District of Columbia [Ask Pronouns] - Genderfluid

CDC [ey/they/he] - Xenic Trans Man (Cleancoric, Rosamistica, Strawblainberic)

Government [Any Pronouns] - Agender

IDC [sh*/h*r] - Cis Female Xenic (Galaxyfeminine, Narcfem)

National Guard [he/him] - Cis Male

anyway thank you for reading i love you all so much <3 /p

\* can't find the source but i have the flag :sob:

[mysticarts]

Silly little Carmen Drawing

Carmen has pretty long hair so she usually puts it in a ponytail or a bun for work!

(Fun fact!: Carmen is half Greek! Her father is Greek while her mother grew up in Louisiana. So, Carmen might cuss with Greek words or talk sh!t about them, knowing others won't understand what she sayings)

Feel free to ask questions!

[lestats-wild-child]

~ABOUT~

Character bio:

Christine was born in Paris, France in 1992 and moved to New Orleans with her parents when she was ten year's old. From a very young age she was passionate about music and soon she learned to play the violin and piano. As an only child, her parents gave her all their attention but she never took it for granted and was thankful for their love and care.

As a teenager she was friendly and open minded, often being called impulsive and "wild" by her friends and peers. Her first major heartache came when she was 22 year's old, one year after losing her parents, when someone she thought a life-long friend betrayed her, showing how she had only used Christine to gain what she wanted and then abandoned her. The shock and the disappointment were so great that Christine felt she could never trust anyone again except herself. Her trust issues only got stronger when she saw her peers, one after the other, treating others like she had been treated. Always taking what they needed before leaving people behind. Little by litte, that transformed her into a cold person, who used her sarcasm as a defense mechanism in order to never get hurt again. The only solution was to get thick-skinned.

One humid summer night in New Orleans she met a man who introduced himself as Lestat de Lioncourt. Also French. A vampire. Wanting to be careful and not let anyone betray her again, Christine was distant at first but soon their friendship bloomed. Even though there were many times that their opinions clashed, the two saw a bit of themselves in the other, making a deeper friendship innevitable. Christine took pleasure in teasing Lestat, sometimes ending in a bickering between the two; a bickering that both knew was good natured and only added interest and fascination to their friendship.

Two years into their friendship, Christine went to live with Lestat. He told her all about vampires, his fledglings, vampire laws, the Coven in Paris. She was an avid listener and eager to learn more. It was a few years later, when Christine turned 32 year's old that Lestat turned her into a vampire, making her his last fledgling to date. Her cunning nature, along with her trauma, her fear of abandonement, mixed with her impulsive nature and the way she often got angry, almost feral, got her the nickname "the wild one". Her killings matched Lestat's in viciousness; she was a predator Lestat had not seen in a long time, and even though he admired her roughness, the two often argued, with Christine using past sadnesses to provoke her maker and Lestat having to restrain her or even lock her up in a room for days.

But no matter what, the two always loved each other and deep down, even if she rarely showed it, Christine admired her maker, his own roughness, his tenderness, his wisdom and his power. And she saw herself in him with everything they had in common. And even though Christine never told him, she chose to be his life-long companion, if he'd have her.

General Info:

Full name: Christine Gaelle de Lioncourt

Nicknames: The wild one; the feral; the pianist; Miss C.

Age: 32 year's old (at the time she was turned)

Place of birth: Paris, France

Date of birth: May 28th, 1992

Maker: Lestat de Lioncourt

Date of transformation: November 25th, 2024

Place of transformation: New Orleans, Louisiana

Physical trademarks: Long, burgundy-colored curly hair, honey-green hazel eyes, heart-shaped lips, eyes turn a bright golden-yellow color when angry or when she's feeling strong emotions

Personality characteristics: short-temper, often feral, deep down soft and caring towards those who care for her, rebellious spirit (resembling Lestat's rebellious nature), whitty, cunning, strong, independent

Powers: mind-reading, the "cloud gift", vampiric hypnotism

General warnings: If she loves you, she loves you for eternity. If she hates you, she hates you for eternity. There's no in between with her. If you become her target, brace yourself for the worst. If she likes you, she will try to persuade Lestat to either keep you as her "pet" or she might try to turn you into a vampire for herself.

Misc: she has a love and hate relationship with her vampiric brother Louis de Pointe du Lac; she loves Claudia (even if she killed Lestat); she has great respect for Marius de Romanus whom she loves calling "Uncle Marius". They often have deep discussions together and she laps up all knowledge that he can give her; she also has a love and hate relationship with Armand, loving to tease him any chance she gets and loving it when he chases her around; the first time she met Armand, he called her "Lestat's bastard". She loved it and smirked. She actually adores Lestat. She respects him and even fears him sometimes and the reason why she provokes him is because she is unable to control her temper and her anger. Also because she really enjoys calling out people on their shit. If they do something wrong and they know it (or don't know it) she is the first to point that out. After every fight, she feels horrible and always brings Lestat victims for him to kill as an apology. He loves it when she does.

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