#she also picks up litter but thats more of a side effect of walking around looking for goodies
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Seeth is really the kind of person to eat things found on the side of the road. Random package of peanuts? Snack. Squished prepackaged muffin? Yummers. Chocolate bar slightly open? As long as it didn't get rained on or melt, tasty snack. Half empty bottle of alcohol? As long as it seems to be what it says on the bottle, it's coming home with her. Germs fear the illustrious roadside forager.
#seeth#oc tag#she also picks up litter but thats more of a side effect of walking around looking for goodies#alien seeths are more likely to do this than seeths from universes where shes human but the only thing stopping her would be if she had#been sick from road snacks in the past#she also eats random berries sometimes#her fav? polk.#it closely resembles a plant on her planet#to the point where she theorizes it may have been introduced to earth on accident millions of years ago#perfectly edible to her species and actually contains many essential nutrients
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Take Over (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)
Part 1
Part 2
With the Adrestian Empire declaring war on the church and moving to invade Garreg Mach, the Phantom Thieves move to steal the heart of Archbishop Rhea.
The clock is ticking for the Phantom Thieves, because if the invasion fails, then all their classmates are doomed to perish from the might of the Church.
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When Akira opened his eyes again, he was greeted with a familiar blue sight.
Getting up from the ground, he realized he was still in his Phantom Thief outfit.
(Lavenza) "Hello, Trickster."
(Akira) "What...happened?"
(Igor) "A friend we did not expect to see again was what happened, Trickster."
Igor motioned his hand to the left and Akira saw who they were referring to.
(Sothis) "Hello again, Akira."
(Akira) "Sothis! I thought you were gone!"
(Sothis) "In a sense, I still am...This will be the last time I can communicate with you for a while. Talking to the child was a fruitless effort, seeing as they didn't recognize my voice..."
(Akira) "Wait, where is everyone?"
(Igor) "There is no need for alarm, you are still asleep in the real world."
(Sothis) "In short, you are all alive thanks to my intervention. Though there has been a...side effect."
(Akira) "What kind?"
(Sothis) "...Five years have passed since your last battle."
(Akira) ?! "Five years?!"
(Sothis) "I...don't have full control over my powers, and I can't really explain it, but I'm afraid thats all I can do for now."
(Akira) "I see. I'm also assuming you don't know the state of the world either."
(Sothis) "Afraid not. Whatever comes after this is up to you Phantom Thieves and Byleth."
Sothis started to fade away.
(Sothis) "I'm glad I was able to say a proper goodbye to you, Akira. I didn't have the chance to say before, but thank you. Say hi to Byleth for me, will you?"
(Lavenza) "It is time, Trickster."
(Igor) "What fate awaits you, we shall soon find out! Until we meet again!"
...
Akira opened his eyes and saw a crimson colored sky.
Raising his head, he noticed everyone had washed ashore from a river and was starting to wake up as well.
(Ryuji) "Ah shit, that hurt!"
(Ann) "We're alive...? WE'RE ALIVE!"
(Makoto) "Ow...D-Doesn't feel that way!"
(Yusuke) "Is everyone accounted for?"
(Akechi) "Shit! Yeah yeah, I'm here."
(Kasumi) "H-here! Ow my leg!"
(Futaba) "Mona, get off me!"
(Morgana) "MRAOW!"
(Haru) "I think we're all okay!"
(Akira) "Byleth?"
(Akechi) "Hey, he's still in the river!"
Ryuji's Persona floated on the water and picked up Byleth with its freehand, laying him on dry land.
(Ann) "Alright, stand back!"
Ann's Persona healed Byleth, making him open his eyes.
(Byleth) "Ugh...what happened?"
(Kasumi) "It seems that we've fallen into the river from Rhea's attack."
(Ryuji) "Crap, that's right! We need to get back to the Monastery! The Imperial forces might be struggling to retreat!"
(Byleth) "Damn, that's right! Class we need to get mo-"
(Akira) "Everyone."
Everyone turned to Akira.
(Futaba) "What's up, Joker?"
(Akira) "...The battle is already over."
(Makoto) "What? But we only just fell! With my bike and Mona-"
(Akira) "No, thats not what I mean...You see-"
Akira then explained what happened in the Velvet Room, and that 5 years have passed since their disappearance.
(Ryuji) "For real, five years?!"
(Yusuke) "The war started without us..."
(Haru) "Then, is everyone still!?-"
(Akechi) "ENOUGH! We won't get anywhere bitching and crying over this, we need to get to the Monastery and form a new plan!"
(Ann) "Bluntly put, but he's got a point."
Everyone nodded then turned to Akira.
(Kasumi) "Awaiting your orders, Joker."
(Akira) "Well, Byleth?"
(Byleth) "...Let's go."
When they finally reached Garreg Mach, they saw the wreckage of the battle littered all over.
The most important thing they saw however were the Imperial soldiers occupying Garreg Mach.
(Byleth) "Thank goodness we took it."
(Ryuji) "Think they'll let us in?
(Imperial) "Stop! Who goes-?! Professor?! And...who?"
(Akira) "We are the Phantom Thieves. We fought alongside Emperor Edelgard during the Invasion of Garreg Mach."
(Imperial) "Then the Emperor will be pleased to see you all are okay. She's up in the Goddess Tower at the moment. Come in."
Once he said that, the Phantom Thieves clothes transformed back to normal.
(Makoto) "What the?!"
(Morgana) "I don't think they see us as threats anymore."
(Futaba) "Questions for later, he just confirmed Edie is okay!"
(Ann) "Let's not keep her waiting anymore then."
Everyone nodded and went back into Garreg Mach.
(Edelgard) "Five years to the day. If things had continued on as they were, today would have been the millennium festival."
(Byleth) "Then I'm glad we managed to make it."
(Edelgard) "WHO-...It can't be!"
Edelgard spun around and saw Byleth with the Phantom Thieves.
(Byleth) "Sorry for uh...vanishing."
(Akira) "Kept you waitin', huh?"
Edelgard was at first at a loss for words. She uttered a few sounds but they were of shock, then joy.
(Edelgard) "Is...Is it really you?"
(Akechi) "For the love of Christ- YES. It's us."
(Futaba) "Come on, no need to be a spoilsport!"
Akira and Byleth were taken into a hug by Edelgard. Though she was so small, their backs were starting to hurt with how strongly she was holding them.
(Edelgard) "It's...It's so good to know you're all safe. But...where did you go? I searched every nook and cranny for a trace, but found nothing!"
(Akira) "We'll tell you everything once everyone is assembled. Where are they?"
(Edelgard) "Everyone is currently inside the Listening Hall where Rhea's room was."
(Haru) "So they're all still okay!"
(Kasumi) "I bet they'll be excited to see us again!"
(Yusuke) "Edelgard appears to be the most excited of all, seeing her reaction."
(Edelgard) "A-ANYONE WOULD BE IF THEY LOST THEIR DEAREST FRIENDS FOR FIVE YEARS!"
(Byleth) "Hah, I'm happy we mean so much to you then."
(Edelgard) "I-I...SHUT UP!"
Edelgard lightly slapped Byleth on the shoulder and forced them out of the room, forcing them to head to the Listening Hall.
Byleth opened the door and saw the Black Eagles class all grown up.
(Bernadetta) "PROFESSOR! AKIRA! EVERYONE!"
(Petra) "Welcome to the back all of you...Er, welcome back!"
(Caspar) "Hey hey! Took ya long enough!"
(Dorothea) "My heart feels so relieved to see all of you safe!"
(Ferdinand) "5 years didn't do too much to them, I see!"
(Linhardt) "About time."
(Hubert) "Welcome back, professor, and the Phantom Thieves."
(Ann) "Oh right we...never told you guys about that did we?"
(Edelgard) "While its good to see everyone back once again...We need to discuss what's happened in the past 5 years with your absence."
...
(Akira) "So, a stalemate?"
(Hubert) "Yes, but now that we have you lot back...We're going to be turning the tables."
(Edelgard) "Do you remember the question I asked before we went into the fight at Garreg Mach? Will you still stand by that statement of walking with me? Do you still feel the same?"
(Everyone) "..."
(Byleth) "I promised that I'd stay by your side, Edelgard. I do not intend to change that mindset."
(Edelgard) "And Akira. This fight...was not yours to begin with. This is our world, and our problem. We will not hold it against you if you turned away now to find a way back."
(PT's) "..."
(Akira) "...Back when we first formed the Phantom Thieves, we made a vow to help those who are weak against those who are corrupt."
(Morgana) "Yeah...turning my back away from this violates the core rules of being a Phantom Thief!"
(Ryuji) "This whole crest and noble system can go to hell!"
(Ann) "People need to live by their own merits, not some birthright!"
(Futaba) "Not the first time we've killed some Godlike figure either!"
(Makoto) "You have my hand."
(Yusuke) "And my sword."
(Akechi) "And my gun, I guess."
(Haru) "And my grenade launcher!"
(Kasumi) "You have the support of all of us, Edelgard!"
(Edelgard) "Everyone...thank you."
Her smile transitioned to a more serious expression.
(Edelgard) "The day we invaded Garreg Mach, that marked the beginning of the end.
The road till now has been a bloody and hard fought one, with no end in sight.
However, we now have the greatest assets and friends to help us turn the tide of the Adrestian Empire.
With the help of Byleth, and the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, we will finally put an end to the reign of terror that is the Church of Seiros!"
Everyone began cheering, as Akira and Byleth stood beside Edelgard.
(Akira) "So Edelgard...Give the Phantom Thieves our first target!"
[Colors Flying High - Persona 5 Royal]
#persona 5 imagines#persona 5 royal#fire emblem three houses imagines#fire emblem three houses headcanons#fe3h imagines#phantom thieves#black eagles#byleth#Edelgard von Hresvelg#hubert von vestra#Bernadetta von Varley#dorothea arnault#petra macneary#ferdinand von aegir#linhardt von hevring#caspar von bergliez#akira kurusu#ann takamaki#ryuji sakamoto#goro akechi#kasumi yoshizawa#morgana#yusuke kitagawa#haru okumura#makoto niijima#crimson flower
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happy halloween 🎃
Holly-day Series: Part One
Pairing: Happy x OC (Holly)
Word Count: 3,560
Warnings: language, i think thats it
Authors Note: This is Part One of my Holiday series (with my first ever OC). Every major holiday I will be continuing this series, I am super excited for this and I hope you all enjoy 💕🎃 I have also linked an image of the costumes I imagined throughout the story (just click on their names). This will also be my entry for the @samperv challenge! Let me know what you all think, feedback is always welcome! Masterlist Happy Thanksgiving ( Part Two )
Hollys Costume & Makeup
“Hey Hol, are you almost done with my laptop?” Juice called across the clubhouse, as he laced up his boots, one foot up on the coffee table and the other stood firmly on the ground. The brunette at the bar ignored him, her eyes glued to the screen of his laptop.
“She not talking to you man?” Tig asked, an amused look on his face at the idea of drama between his brother and Holly, Donna’s cousin. Juice shrugged and rolled his eyes before walking across the room. Tig followed him and they both leant against the bar, either side of her. “Whatcha looking at?” Juice asked, and pushed the corner of the laptop so he could see the screen. Images of halloween makeup filled the screen, all bloody and gory. “You know its only August, right?” Juice teased. Holly rolled her eyes and pulled the lap top back in front of her and continued scrolling. “I wanna get my costume ready.” “Aren’t you a little too old to go trick-or-treating?” Tig asked. Holly snorted. “Its for the party.” Juice tilted his head to the side in confusion. “What party?” Holly closed the tab on the screen and shut the laptop before pushing it back to Juice. “The Halloween party.” She said, as if it was obvious, before she slid off the stool and went behind the bar to grab some beers. “You’re kidding right?” “Juice I never joke about the holidays.” Holly said as she opened a beer and passed it to Tig. “You can throw a party, sweetheart. But no one’s gonna dress up.” Tig stated. As he said that, Bobby and Chibs walked through the door and sat at the bar alongside their brothers. Holly pulled two more beers out of the fridge for the newcomers and passed them to the men. With a furrowed brows, and her lips pouting out and she turned to Tig. “Ya know, I thought you would have liked playing dress up, Tiggy.” “Oh baby, I do.” Tig winked. “But only in the bedroom.” “Whats this?” Bobby asked, though if he was honest he wasnt sure he wanted to know. “Holly wants to throw a Halloween party” Juice explained, with a shake of his head. “I don’t want to, I am.” She emphasised the last word. Bobby chuckled and shook his head. “Not gonna happen sweetheart. There’s only two things Halloween is good for. Cavities and diabetes.” “Well heaven forbid a SAMCRO party has a fucking theme for once.” “They do have a theme,” Tig said, a cheeky smile on his face. “Pussy and booze.” The boys all laughed while Holly grimaced and buried her face in her hands.
It was almost ten months ago that Holly became the newest addition the the SAMCRO family. She was Donna Winston’s cousin and after Donnas death she had taken it upon herself to help Opie with the kids and had moved in with him shortly after. Every morning she woke the kids, despite their protests, made breakfast and dropped them off for school. Then, she would spend the day helping Gemma in the office, or cleaning up around the club house, or on the odd occasion helping the boys in the garage before rounding the kids up after school and taking them home. She was a breath of fresh air when the club needed it most, and although she may not realise it, she had that club wrapped around her little finger. For a lot of them she was the sister they never had. She could drink the guys under the table and in the morning she’d wake them up with a smile on her face and steaming mug of coffee.
Gemma, while hesitant at first, had soon grown to love Holly and had taken her under her wing. Even Clay had a soft spot for her, allowing her to get away with far more than any one else that hung around. In fact, the whole club adored her. So Juice wasn’t entirely surprised when he saw Holly’s plans for a Halloween Party were coming together. Of all the members of the Sons, she was closest to Juice, being of similar ages. They had hit it off instantly and neither of them could deny the initial attraction between the two, but after a drunken make out session that was nothing but awkward, they had both agreed there was nothing romantic between them. Only friendship. He was working in the garage when he saw her car pull up and he watched, wiping his greased hands on a rag as she got out and struggling to lift a box out of the trunk of her car. “You need a hand?” Juice called, as he jogged across the lot. “Thanks!” Holly smiled and passed the box to Juice who lifted it easily from her grasp. “What’s all this?” He asked as she turned back to the car and grabbed two large bags out before slamming it shut. “Decorations.” Together they began the walk across the lot, and Juice balanced the box against his body as he opened the door with one hand, holding it open for Holly. She smiled in thanks and entered the clubhouse. “Clays okay with all of this?” “Uh-huh!” Holly nodded and dumped the bags on the nearest table. “He said the prospects will help me set up.” Juice shook his head in disbelief while Holly flashed him a smug smile and a wink. “Where are the prospects anyway? Jax wanted me to go through some stuff with them.” “They went to pick up the fog machine and some more decorations.” Halloween was in five days and Holly had prepared a strict schedule in order to get everything ready for the party. She was a stickler for details and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect, since it was the first holiday event that she had been allowed to host at the clubhouse. The door burst open and in came the booming voices of Opie, Jax, Chibs, and Tig. Juice went to talk to them and Holly turned away, immediately getting back into business mode and sorting through the bags. She didn’t notice the guys surrounding her as she pulled faux cobwebs out of the bags, her mind solely focused on the decorations. “This all for the party?” Tig asked, lifting a skeleton out the box. Holly grabbed the decoration and slapped his hand away. “Yes, don’t touch.” Tig raised his hands in defence and pretended to back away. “You guys got your costumes ready?” The boys all nodded and Holly couldn’t help but grin. Despite their initial resistance to the party, everyone had come round to the idea. Maybe it was because they all loved Holly, and no one wanted to disappoint her, especially after seeing all the effort she was putting into this. Or maybe it was because secretly they all loved the idea of dressing up. But, most likely it was because she had threatened them for the past weeks that if they didn’t come in costume, she would cut all their dicks off. “So is your boyfriend coming?” Tig asked as he sunk down into a chair and swung his legs up, using a spare chair as a footrest. The guys chuckled while Holly rolled her eyes, the mere thought of Happy Lowman bringing a blush to her cheeks. “He’s not my boyfriend. I don’t even like him anymore.” She was lying through her teeth and they all knew it. “Yeah,” Opie snorted. “And my wife’s not a pornstar.”
The boys all laughed while Holly groaned. After yet another drunken night Holly had regretfully confessed to Opie, telling him about her feelings for his Brother and Opie ‘Big-Mouth’ Winston had taken it upon himself to tell almost everyone. Ever since, the guys had teased her relentlessly. She was sick of their teasing and she had decided to try a new tactic, in which she, albeit rather badly, pretended she had moved on. No one needed to know that it was a lie or that when she saw him her legs turned to jelly or that the sound of his voice made her swoon and dream up names for their future children. “Hate to break it to ya Hol, but I don’t think Hap will come.” Jax said, as he too sunk into a chair. Holly rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as she leant against the table. Before she could give herself a mental pat on the back for her award worthy acting, she knocked a jar of candy corn off the table, causing the sweets to scatter across the carpet. With a mutter of ‘Shit’ she knelt, quickly working to clean up the mess.
“Yeah, I mean, you really think the Killer is gonna dress up?” Opie laughed. “I’m gonna ‘ave to agree with the boys, luv. I don’ think Happy’s a holiday kinda guy.” Chibs said. “Well it doesn’t matter anyway.” Holly said as she stood and snatched some decorations from Jax’s grasp. “Like I said, I don’t like him anymore.”
Holly hadn’t been lying when she said she loved the holidays and of them all, Halloween was by far her favourite. The transformation of the clubhouse was impressive. The entire ceiling was covered in fake cobwebs, littered with spiders, bats and hanging lanterns. Skeletons and ghosts, witches and monsters were hanging all throughout the room with bales of hay along the wall for extra seating. There was a ‘graveyard’ in the corner, filled with headstones and Holly had set the fog machine behind those, so a low thick fog blanketed the floor. Juice had even helped her set up a lighting system for maximum effect. The pool table was covered with a black table cloth and was scattered with skulls, candles and Halloween themed snacks that Holly had spent hours making. She had stayed late last night setting up the decorations and had spent most of the day doing finishing touches before getting ready. Holly had debated with herself over her costume for a while but, after finding an old wedding dress at a thrift store she had finally decided. She had torn the front of it before adding fake blood and finishing the look with a bit of gory makeup. The clubhouse was slowly filling with guests, mostly croweaters and friends of the club. A couple of the Nomads had turned up, donned in various outfits ranging from clowns to Rambo and even Kozik had come. He had chosen a Van Halen style costume, complete with a mullet, a red headband, and leopard print pants. So far from SAMCRO only Opie and Lyla were there, dressed as Jane and Tarzan. Holly had practically dragged them out the door in order to get to the party early and make sure everything was organised. As Holly looked around the room she noticed at least four different girls dressed as Harley Quinn and in the back of the room was someone wearing a full Foghorn Leghorn costume, from the Looney Tunes. She was about to cross the room to greet the mysterious Rooster, and figure out who exactly it was, when she heard cheers erupt. Tig had arrived, clad in a red Lycra suit that cut off at the thighs and biceps. A red forked tail was floating around behind him and amongst his dark curls sat a pair of red horns. His arm was wrapped around Venus, who looked stunning in a white dress with large feathered wings behind her and a gold halo above her head. Holly went to join Opie and Lyla who had headed to greet Tig and Venus. But when Tig turned to face them all front on they immediately shielded their eyes. In what only seemed to be typical Tig Trager fashion, his costume was not only extremely tight and cut in a ‘V’ shape, revealing a little more of his chest than Holly had ever wanted to see, but it also hugged his genitals snugly, showing anyone who dared to look the exact form of his trouser snake. “I shouldn’t have to see that.” Opie groaned. “What?” Tig said, defensively throwing his hands out. “They didn’t have my size.” Tig and Venus headed to the bar, leaving Opie, Lyla and Holly slightly scarred for life. Juice was next to arrive. He marched through the doors, the black cape of his Darth Vadar costume billowing out behind him. He had a light saber, of course, and he swung it through the air in front of him before stopping before them. “Holy shit, Holly, this place looks incredible! And you! You look great!” Juice gushed. Holly smiled proudly and gave him a twirl. “Cmon, lets get some punch!”
Much to her surprise everyone had put in real effort with their costumes. Gemma and Clay had come dressed as 1920s mobsters, which suited teh matriarch perfectly, complete with fedoras and a feather boa. Jax was swanning around the room in a James Bond outfit while Tara trailed after him, dressed as Sandy from Grease, wearing a pretty dress and a ‘Pink Ladies’ jacket. Chibs had dressed as a pirate which he suited far too well, and was leant against the bar with a half empty bottle of rum, mumbling something about ‘Booty’ in Chibberish. Bobby had, of course, come as Elvis and was seranading a dozen slutty nurses and schoolgirls and even a few croweaters with cat ears as well. Even the prospects had made an effort; Phil made a very convincing Shrek (he was yelling “Get outta my swamp!” At anyone that got too close) but Ratboy didn’t seemed to be dressed up at all, although his hair did look a bit curlier than usual. Holly frowned, seeing Rat in his dark jeans and a kutte and she strode over, her hands on her hips. “George, I’m disappointed.” Holly scolded, shaking her head. Rat was taking a sip of his beer and he paused mid air to look questioningly at Holly. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t dress up.” Holly mimicked scissors with one hand while the other pointed to his nether regions. “I did dress up!” Rat exclaimed and placed his beer in the table before raising his arms to show leather wrist bands and he pointed to his curlier-than-usual hair. Up close Holly could see he had coated it in hair gel giving an exaggerated greasy look. “I’m Tig.” Holly snorted and Rat leaned in close and put on his best ‘Tig’ voice. “I like the tombstone decorations, and all these people dressed as corpses. Really gets my dick hard.” The two erupted into laughter and while they were laughing the ‘Mysterious Rooster’ stopped in front of the table and watched them. The laughter died off and Holly tilted her head to the side as the person in the Foghorn Leghorn costume watched them. Holly glanced at Rat who looked equally confused by the newcomer and just as abruptly as they had come, they walked away. “Who is that?” Holly asked. Rat shrugged. “No one knows. The guys are taking bets. I reckon it’s Unser, undercover.” Holly laughed at the idea but shook her head. “No way! It’s probably Ima. At least if no one knows it’s her, no one can break her nose.��� “Fair point.” Rat agreed. The pair chatted for a little while longer before Holly headed back to the bar. She slid onto an empty stool and Chucky immediately passed her a glass of Whiskey. He had come as a mime, which made it difficult for people to order drinks because he refused to speak, and kept pretending he was trapped in a box. Holly sat at the bar for a little while and was nursing a near empty glass of whiskey. She swirled it in her hand, watching the cubes of ice clink together when Juice slid onto the stool next to her. “You okay?” She smiled up at his warm brown eyes and nodded. “This party’s amazing, Hol. Everyone’s having a blast. You’ve done a great job.” Juice nudged her and Holly nudged him back with a wide grin on her face. “Thanks Juicy.” The door to the clubhouse opened and in walked Wendy, dressed as Sandy from Grease, only in the final scenes. She wore her hair curled perfectly and she even had a ‘T-Birds’ leather jacket draped over her shoulder. “Oh no.” Holly whispered and nudged Juice again. They both glanced between Wendy and Tara and they watched as Tara spotted Wendy and her face fell before her lips turned into a snarl. “Well this is awkward.” Juice whispered. They both laughed and Wendy shrugged off Tara’s dirty looks and went to join Tig and Venus dancing. Tara was already arguing with Jax and Juice and Holly couldn’t help but find amusement in the situation. The two fell silent as they both took sips from their drinks. “He didn’t come, huh?” Juice asked quietly. Holly shook her head and sighed. “I just really thought he would, ya know? God even fucking Piney made an effort.” They both glanced across the room to see Piney (dressed as a Veteran) staring alarmingly and shaking his head at Tig who was dancing a little too provocatively, considering his attire. Holly and Juice sniggered and turned back to their drinks. “The nights not over yet. He might turn up.” Holly nodded, although she wasn’t hopeful. But she knew there was no point wallowing about it and so she lifted her glass to her lips, finishing her drink before slamming the glass back down on the bar and sliding off her stool. “Cmon then Juicy. Let’s dance!”
After dancing with almost everyone Holly headed outside to get some fresh air. She hopped up on the picnic table and glanced up at the night sky. A full moon shone down, bringing a smile to her face and she pulled out her pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out of the pack and pressed it between her lips as she rummaged through her pockets for a lighter. “Damn.” No luck. She was about to jump off the table and head back inside when the door opened and the person in the Foghorn Leghorn costume came out. “Oh, hello!” She greeted cheerily. They raised their arm/wing in response but said nothing. Holly glanced at the head of the costume nervously. It was pointless, but she really wanted to know who it was. Whoever it was had been here all night, never really talking to anyone and always lingering in the background. They didn’t speak and Holly couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous being alone with them. She cleared her throat. “You uh.. you gotta light?”
The Rooster shook its head and Holly sighed before she slid off the table. “Thanks anyway.” She was about to head back inside when the Rooster stepped in her path, blocking the entrance. They reached their hand out towards her as they took a step closer. “What are you doing?” Holly stepped back. The door opened and Holly was relieved to see Juice come out. He stopped when he saw Holly, clearly frightened, and the mysterious costume. “Everything okay here, Hol?” “Uh.. yeah I was just heading back in.” Juice held out his hand and Holly took hold of it. He wrapped an arm over her shoulder protectively and the Rooster watched as they walked into the clubhouse together. “Thank you!!” She whispered once inside. “Anytime. What is it with that guy?” Holly shrugged. “I dunno, but he gives me the creeps.”
The night had gone better than Holly could have ever expected and the early hours of the morning were rolling in. Most of the crowd had headed home and it was mainly SAMCRO left drinking, with a few stray hangarounds here and there. Holly was sat around a table with Juice, Opie, Lyla, Jax, Clay, Gemma, and Ratboy. Phil and Bobby had both passed out somewhere amongst the decorations and Tara had headed home after a rather entertaining confrontation with Wendy. The group was all chatting and laughing together when they heard a squeal. A croweater, dressed as a slutty pirate leapt off the sofa with a wide smirk on her face. “Yaaarrrr, bring me tha’ booty!” Chibs yelled and chased the girl into the hallway. The group laughed and shook their heads. “Seriously? Who is that?” Lyla asked. Everyone turned to look in the direction she was pointing. Foghorn Leghorn had walked back inside and went to stand near Kozik, who was chatting up a redhead in a nurses outfit. “No one knows.” Opie replied. “What if it’s like.. I dunno a Mayan or something?” Everyone turned to Ratboy and he shrugged. “I’m just saying! If I was gonna come and murder my enemies I’d probably wear a costume like that too, ya know.” Silence fell in the group and the guys all looked at each other before leaping out of their seats. They each pulled out a gun and stormed across the room. Gemma, Lyla and Holly followed but hung back, careful not to get too close. The guys surrounded the Rooster, all guns raised and aimed and when it realised what was going on he froze and lifted his hands/wings in surrender. “Who are you?!” Clay demanded. A muffled voice came from inside the costume but no one could quite make out the words. The Rooster threw his hands up in frustration and slowly lifted the head off the costume, to reveal none other than Happy fucking Lowman. “Guys, chill! It’s me!” “Happy?!” “You have got to be kidding me!” Clay said and rubbed his brows. Holly wouldn’t have been able to keep the grin off her face even if she had wanted to. He had been here, all along. “What the hell, man? What’s with the costume?” Jax asked. Happy shrugged. “I like the Loony Tunes.” Opie laughed and shook his head. “We didn’t think you’d come at all.” Happy frowned. “Why? I fucking love Halloween.” The guys all headed back to the table, chuckling to themselves, leaving Happy standing in front of Holly alone, though none of them forgot to wriggle their brows or wink in her direction as they passed. Happy tucked his ‘Head’ under his arm and stepped closer. “I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Holly blushed and shook her head. “No, no it’s fine! Don’t worry about it.” She smiled up at him. Happy smiled back at her, and she couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in his dark eyes, or the way he looked at her with a yearning, or the chemistry burning in the air as he stepped closer. “Thank you.. for coming.” She said quietly. “I wouldn’t have missed it.” Happy licked his lips and was about to say something when Tig barrelled into him. “Hap, my brother. You do realise you came as a Cock, right?”
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The sound of a crash off to the side of Jacobs home startles him out of his lazy afternoon doze. He drops the pole onto his porch in surprise, fumbling for pistol hoping to god theres a bullet in it. He’s not usually a gun person but theres a place for everything.
“Who’s out there! I’ll shoot you don’t think I won’t!” Jacob yells around the corner of his home, not having gathered enough courage to look yet. There’s no response to his questioning just thumps and a whiny of a horse for a bit before a grayish horse blows by Jacob and around the pond.
Jacob isn’t prepared for the sudden appearance of the horse and yells out, dropping his gun. Which goes off and scares the already panicking horse.
“Shit.” Jacob says to himself getting his heart under control. The horse isn’t too far, just terrified and skiddish of the only person around who coulda shot at it.
Jacob goes over to the horse slowly, calming it as he approaches.
“Good girl, you’re alright.” He says to her, obviously missing balls on her, he manages to pat her and grab her reins. Once she calm he walks her back to his small cabin.
“Now who do you belong to girl?” He asks the horse, obviously it doesn’t reply, he hasn’t been alone that long. He goes to bring her around the front of his house where his own horse is hitched.
He stops around the bend of his house when he hears a groan from the ground. He jumps back, just barley stopping himself from screaming and scaring the horse again.
A big man is curled on his side at the part of his property where trees meet grass. He’s partially hidden in the tall grass but that doesn’t stop Jacob from noticing the large gash across his arm and side.
Panicking for a quick second before he gathers himself and decides that he is going to help this man.
He bends down to get a good look at his injuries, moving him slightly so he can see the rest of him. The biggest injury is on his side and thats the one that probably caused him to pass out, various scrapes litter the mans chest as well hut they aren’t as severe and seem to not be bleeding.
Jacob takes his jacket off and ties it around the mans side in tourniquet fashion before hooking his hands under the mans arm pits and dragging him towards his house. Not strong enough to fully pick up but it’s enough to get him in the house fast and effectively.
Jacob pulls straw pillows down to the floor and sets the man up comfortably before ripping his unsavable shirt off the rest of the way. unwrapping the tourniquet Jacob pulls banages out and some liquor. Dousing the wound in the alcohol to clean it trying to avoid infection for if this man wakes up. Once the alcohol dries Jacob wraps his torso in the bandages he has.
The mans bleeding is quelled for now and Jacob pulls away taking a breathers and looks over the man again. He’s quite handsome but he has blood on his face which Jacob should clean off for him. He also doesn’t look very comfortable. Not wanting to jostle the man too much he pulls a blanket off the couch and spreads it out next to him and slowly, very slowly, moves the man onto it and sets him to lay on more pillows.
Satisfied after making him comfortable and cleaning hus face off Jacob is exhausted, not having to do much for a long time wears him out when h actually has to do more strenuous activity. He goes to bed but not before grabbing his pistol again and blocking his bedroom door just incase this man is not as nice as he looks and wakes up before Jacob.
(I also went off i apologize ahsjfk)
(Introduction rp @local-anon sorry it got away from me hah)
Why did it always have to be a bear. It could be anything else, but no, it had to be a grizzly bear of all things.
Charles had stumbled into a grizzly’s territory somehow without noticing the markings. The territory of a mother bear too, so he couldn’t just kill it. Taima had long since bolted by the time he managed to escape the bear with a few injuries and she was no where to be seen and she wasn’t responding to calls. Of all the times…
So he just limped along, anything he had that might help the injuries stored in his saddlebags. On a gone horse. He held his hands over th worst wound on his chest to try and staunch the bleeding but it did hardly anything for the long claw mark there. Also the ones on his arms, leg, and shoulder probably didn’t help much either.
A few minutes later, the pain and bloodloss started catching up with him, making his vision start to blacken around the edges. He collapsed not a minute later.
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It’s not so great when a regular twalking companion is thousands of miles away (she’s been gone for aaaaaages 😢) but what IS nice is when they demonstrate that even when in Australia on a much deserved break that they’re still taking time out from a gruelling schedule of sitting on the beach with fish and chips every day to think about you.
Whilst on an excursion to pick up a much needed Gazeebo to shelter from the heat yesterday her partner remarked about how unwieldy and heavy the box was.
Their new Oztrail deluxe 3.0 gazebo (link) was testing the limits of his endurance as he exited the store – and whilst dragging it to their flatbed utility vehicle he remarked colourfully that its 24kg was weighing heavily on his shoulders.
‘Jesus! How much did Dave lose?!‘ He exclaimed.
She of course couldn’t wait to tell me – and I of course couldn’t wait to work it out! Since I’ve lost 117.48kg it appears that I’m now down almost 5 gazebos!
This caused me to re-examine an old post from 2016 (link). In it was an early attempt at moving from a ‘can I really lose all of this weight?‘ mentality to a ‘this will be easier if I break it into chunks‘ frame of mind.
After finding a picture of a really really fat 2 stone cat called Ulrik (I wouldn’t want to be the one changing his kitty litter) I hit upon the idea of using the visual (and often ridiculous) element of losses just like this to motivate me. One of my most cherished milestones was a 45kg fridge freezer – which I’d lost by October 2016 (link)
Knowing that you’ve lost not only lost five gazebos but also over two and a half fridge freezers is a great way to start the day – and although it started damp and rainy it promised to be a good one.
I was meeting a fellow blogger and all round like minded lady and we were going to brave the elements together whilst I twalked her around Warwick and Leamington to see the sights.
This may sound odd to people (maybe a little younger than myself) when I say that I’ve never met anyone on the internet, formed an online friendship and then turned that into a real friendship before.
I know many people who have – and it just seems to be the way of things lately – but I’ve always been a little more traditional in this respect. I’ve preferred to meet people in person first and then think about being friends.
It’s just another testament to how my life has changed for the better however that writing this blog has widened my circle of friends and put me in contact with some genuinely lovey and interesting people – many of whom are on similar paths in life.
Hayley is just such a person – and you’ll find her blog over here. Aside from being an all-round good egg, and a fellow Slimming World’r she’s really handy with a camera – and I’m constantly thinking ‘I wish I’d taken that photo!’ whenever I read her posts.
Yesterday however wasn’t a great day for photography. Although neither of us seemed to care in the least it was blowing a real gale in this rather grey picture – and for the majority of the day it was either threatening to or actually raining – apart from a brief moment in the park when the sun came out and the squirrels began to play.
It’s a shame – because I really wanted her to see where I live at it’s best – but it’s always a good excuse to do it all over again when the weather is better.
After meeting for a coffee we essentially migrated through parks and coffee shops for the entire day – twalking and sharing experiences about life and the ‘journey’ (there must be a better word!) that we’ve both been on.
Another side effect of writing this blog has been how often I’m confronted with the realisation that people are always more alike than they are different. Regardless of where they come from and what they do or don’t believe in, fundamentally we’re all driven by the same dreams, and often the same fears.
When I talk to people in relation to what I’ve been through and what I’ve written about I’m often comforted by the knowledge that I’m never alone – because everyone around me is experiencing something akin to what I do.
The causes and effects differ – but spending really enjoyable day with my fellow traveller yesterday, and finding out how much we had in common just reminded me more than ever that human beings are more alike than they are different.
Thats a very comforting thought.
It means that none of us are really adrift in life, because walking to the left, right, in front and behind are others just like us – who want better lives and to be better people.
The other great thing about a day out with a like minded SW blogger (who is really really close to target!) is that we were assured to remain totally on plan. Neither of us had any intention of leading the other astray – and as such our choices were virtuous and mutually supportive. After much exercise the day ended at the Harvester with a well deserved unlimited salad bowl.
I ate not one but two platefulls like this.
Nom Nom Nom…
Needless to say I slept like a log last night – and thoroughly look forward to doing it all over again some time in the future.
Anyway internet – I’ve already filled the slow cooker (it’s beef stew for dinner!) made myself a speedy packed lunch and now it’s time to have a shower and get ready for work. I’ve another walk planned for this evening and I need to keep up the weight loss momentum that I had on the scales on Saturday.
The only way is DOWN!!!
Let the day commence!!!
Davey
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