Harry had cracked a joke once when they were lying in bed together after a particularly raw and drawn-out session, that he wished he could wear Louis’s hand around his throat the same way he wore any other favorite item of his husband’s clothing. Wished there was a way he could wear it even when they weren’t together. It got the wheels in his brain turning, and, well.
Obviously, it had to happen when Louis started the design process for his clothing line. After all, his baby gets what he wants.
Following the wisp's directions and instructions, Dottore finally arrived at the camp that the two beings were staying at.
"..."
Now how the archons is he going to carry tw- oh, right. even if one woke up, he'd be able to easily take them out- as long as the 'anons' were correct.
Slowly but steadily, he took out something from the bag he was carrying, something quick he had to forcefully finish, Dottore placed the machine onto the being called 'clubs'.
"...Goddamn archons.." The doctor mumbled to himself, starting to pick up clubs and lifting them over his shoulder.
Now, time for the other.
~ @ask-dottore-official (I DIDNT WANNA GO TOO LONG LMAO NABHDHBAND)
Brick, still new to it, sleeps lightly. Movement around them causes them to stir, blinking blearily up at the shadowy figure towering over them.
The Plains Roommates have a simple home, within walls that sit next to the flower valley. Though unintentional, they had formed a group shortly after the deaths of three of their companions.
The walls that surround their home are tall, made of stone. Traps, redstone and not, fill the space between the wall. Built by Tango and False as safety measures, they keep the Roommates safe.
The house itself is three stories tall, built with wood and stone. The hands that built it carved little details into the rock, small inscriptions and eagles and flowers and bees.
When you walk in, there is a large dining table, right in the middle of the ground floor. What it has on top will vary depending who's in the house.
False always has some clockwork project, hands moving on muscle memory. Little copper gears litter her side of the table, and a half finished clock sits on her chair.
Tango likes sitting there in the mornings, chatting with the rest about their plans for the day. He sits to right of False, and Gem on his right. Pearl sits on False's left. Pix sits wherever there's room on the rare mornings he wakes up at the same time as them.
The mornings are quiet. The others will sit and help False practice writing, or letters, or reading. Pearl will have a cup of coffee, but never finishes it, leaving it for the night. The dishes in the sink are always clean.
Pix starts a book to help with the reading issue, and Tango and Gem and Pearl all fill it wit stories from their world. False makes her way through it slowly, sitting with them in the evenings to haltingly read words that swim before her eyes.
Downstairs, Tango has his bedroom. It's a little cold, but he makes it so he has room for his things. His bed is in the corner, barely used, and his cloak hangs on the wall.
Upstairs, the others have their bedrooms. While False sleeps in the rafters, Pearl's room is decorated neatly, little carvings and painting littering the surfaces. Her shovel has a special place, and the red cloak hangs behind the door.
Gem's room is a little more bare, the roof made of glass so she can bask in the Sun's rays whenever she is in there. Her shelves have whatever she feels like.
Pix's room is, inexplicably, full of books. Wall to wall, there are bookshelves upon bookshelves full of books and archeology tools. He's taken to writing and documenting things every night, hoping he isn't the one to be killed.
All of this, together, is what they call home, even if it will only last for a little bit.
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Cleo comes, bodies dead behind them in the snow, to burn every base to the ground.
When she comes into the Plainers' house, there are four things that burn:
1. The Christmas tree Pix had bought in after Lizzie had died, as a way to try and cheer them up.
2. An origami eagle in the rafters, a gift from god.
3. Handwriting sheets, completed in shaky handwriting, tucked in a book filled with passages in four different styles. It's sat next to a cup of half finished coffee. A recipe book for soup is in the same pile.
4. An almost finished clock, sitting next to a communicator with an unlistened to voice message.
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Haha, hi there! This is based on a game of mafia my friends and I played.
Hello simblr community!
I go by Geo and I've finally decided to make a simblr blog. :3 I only own the sims 3 so that's going to be my main focus unless I ever decide to play the sims 4 at some point.
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"You'll really catch me?" An amused chuckle parted rose-tinted lips, eyes fixating on the Prince below. "Really, really?" With the intention of rescuing a frightened cat, Sarah had climbed a tree fairly high!
She hadn't noticed it at first, her attention and concerns far more focused on the feline than her own safety! However, once she realized just how far up she was ... she too, was startled! That and it had dawned on her that she couldn't climb down while also holding an animal in her arms.
--- Thankfully the maiden's dear friend, Dion had come to her aid. Once he had confirmed his sincerity she struggled toward a lower branch. (with cat in tow) Then, when his arms extended towards she jumped, landing right into them.
"T-Thanks. That... didn't hurt your back, did it?"
@graunblida ― ❝ every time i’m around you i say more in five minutes than i’ve said in weeks. ❞
the words bring with them a strange desire for the ambassador to smile. she doesn't. instead, she looks upon the other woman with the slightest furrow to her brow, and a somewhat quizzical frown curving the corners of her mouth. not for a moment does the sentiment of amusement shine through glacial hues.
❝ it's not an intentional ploy of mine, commander, if that's what you're implying, ❞ and there's a quiet breath of exasperation in the sincere words. i'm not lying, she almost impresses for the umpteenth time. i'm not a liar ―― except to queen nia. ❝ nor do i see it as a particularly bad thing. i want to help you. ❞
and i want you to help me. sansa bites her tongue, but she thinks of her younger siblings, all trapped under nia's heel with the threat of being crushed if she doesn't play her part. well, she's playing a part alright, just not the one the cold - blooded woman wants. she dares to take a step closer, and look unflinchingly into sharp, verdant hues. ❝ am i truly such a nuisance to you? our goals align. and i risk everything by being here. ❞
' It seems I've ended up with a little scratch ... '
Tingyun avoids visitor's gaze , a careful touch seeking the rather nasty cut she'd ended up with after taking a tumble . She offers a laugh , airy & clearly forced in embarrassment , waving hand in the air to dismiss the worry present on Mei's features .
' You'd think I'd be a little more graceful as a Foxian , but it seems I'm too clumsy for my own good ... Ah , thank you . '
The same hand she had waved falls into Mei's palm , following guidance to bring herself back to her feet . ' Don't worry about me , though — I'll get it all cleaned up ! ~ '