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HEYO!! (HERES AN OLD DRAFT)

I know ive been inactive, but i wanted to post a story draft I've had from a couple years ago and see what yall think. Now, its not troll related, but it is set in the medieval period :D

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There’s nothing quite like the thrill of a chase. The rush of adrenaline, excitement, and fear is precisely why it’s called a thrill. But, I suppose the pursuit is only ‘fun’ if you’re the one doing the chasing. If I had known there would have been so many guards in the dungeon tonight, I would have thought of a better plan to rescue my companion. You’d think that an unlabeled bottle found out in the damn middle of nowhere would be off-putting enough to anyone, even more so when the mixture inside had a foul sour odor. However, that logic doesn’t apply to Ellis. That imbecile had drunk the mysterious concoction, revealing its alcoholic properties. Anytime Ellis and alcohol are mixed, it is amusing at first, but he can easily, and typically does, get himself into all sorts of trouble. This time, Ellis wandered into a barn, deciding to be a ‘hero’ and free all the livestock inside. Unfortunately, he was quickly caught by the owner of the animals, which had been set amuck by the inebriated faun, Ellis, who was squalling, “Be free, my brothers and sisters! I am your savior-” he fell silent when the shovel of the enraged farmer met the back of his head. Almost instantly, Ellis crumpled to the ground, out cold. He was being escorted to the dungeon when I saw him last this afternoon. 

Now, here we both are hours later, currently dashing down the moonlit street. The soldiers were fast behind us. In front of us, the street split in two; I grabbed Ellis by the arm and yanked him down the path on the left. Hoofs slid on the wet cobblestone as the faun was pulled around another turn. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep up this swift pace; soon, we would both tire, allowing the guards to catch up with us. We had to hide. “If these guards don’t kill you, I will,” I huffed at Ellis. Alongside the cobblestone street was a strip of shops, all dark and quiet. Running out of options, I started panicking and tried the doors of the surrounding buildings, wiggling and jerking the knobs, praying that one would open. Over our combined wheezing, the incoming thumping footsteps of the guards were growing louder. In my chest, my heart was palpitating, pounding against its cage. “Please, please,” I muttered as I turned another knob. To my surprise, the knob turned, and the door yielded, opening its arms like our savior. Here we were, one step closer to escape in this- What was this place? Although apprehensive about the safety of this, at this moment, it was safer than being outside where we were exposed. I watched Ellis close the door behind us, his hands fumbling with the worn lock. The shop smelled of spices and incense. Candles dimly illuminated the room, dancing light across it as they flickered. Along the walls were shelves cluttered with bottles and jars; under those were cabinets. In the middle of the room stood a multi-drawered desk with papers and various possessions scattered across it.

This almost looks like an apothecary… My eyes scan the room, looking for whoever may own the shop. Yet, to no avail, it seems like nobody is here. However, the room’s eerie atmosphere makes me feel we're being watched. I’m abruptly snapped out of my daze when Ellis motions me over to the desk. We stand side by side, peering down at the collection of documents and letters strewn atop the desk. One of the letters catches my eye. Reaching forward, I slide the paper closer to read. “Thank you Doctor” was written at the bottom of the page,  a letter from a patient? A doctor’s patient? A sickening feeling finds its way into my stomach. Surely not… I’ve heard plenty of rumors about these ‘doctors.’ There was a creeping sense of regret pooling in my stomach. 

A floorboard creaked behind us. I felt instant regret. That adrenaline from a few minutes ago was flooding back. Hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my heartbeat picked up its pace once more. Every bit of instinct I had inside begged me not to turn around and face whatever lurked there. Looking over at Ellis, I could see the fear on his face. Somehow, I tore myself around to face the ‘lion.’ There, perched in front of us, was the Doctor from the letters. The mask on their face made it hard to tell what they were feeling, but their body language gave the impression they were just as surprised as we were. They stood with their hands by their sides, looking as if they had just happened to walk in on us, two strangers who were messing about in personal belongings. Even still, I couldn’t help but admire their dark attire. Gloved hands came to rest on their hips. Suddenly, they spoke. 

“Shops’ closed,” he uttered in a gravelly voice. I tried to speak, opening my mouth, but no sound would come out. Ellis spoke up, “W-we know, and apologize for the intrusion,” he managed to get out shakily. The doctor hummed in response, then walked around us to his desk and sat down, leaning back in the chair, “How can I be of service?”

The two of us stood there, dumbfounded. His reaction was definitely not one either of us expected. This doctor seemed too tired to care. I hate to ask, “Could we stay for a bit?” I said hoarsely, just able to get the words out. I watched as the doctor crossed his arms, “no.” There was an evident desperation in my voice as I pleaded, “Not for long, a mere few minutes?” “Like I told you, closed. Besides, I was getting ready to leave, and so are you,” he hadn’t seemed angry, just displeased he was having to spend any more time here than necessary. Simply asking him appeared not to faze the taller male, but I wasn’t about to start begging, for my dignity had been tainted already. As if jailbreak wasn’t enough, we’d be charged for burglary, too. Guards were probably waiting outside; sending us out there would be an assured death sentence. The abrupt thought of a noose around my neck was enough to shift my posture. Yet, despite that, my body froze as a knock rang out through the room, the guards. 

The doctor’s head turned promptly to the noise and swiveled back to us before he removed himself from the chair. Everything felt like it was progressing slowly as Ellis and I watched him saunt to the door. He reached for the latch. “Wait-,” I cried out, his head snapped back towards me, “silence.”  As it was opened, the door groaned with disapproval, revealing the guards. The rain had left a dampness on their clothes. Without a thought, I  ducked behind the desk to keep out of sight. 

Consequently, my body trembled, chest tightened, and breaths became shallow, yet I remained as still as possible. This wasn’t fear, this was danger. Fear is only in our heads, an anticipation of something that could happen. However, danger is much more severe. It is real. It is physical. Danger challenges our survival, and right now, I am challenging mine. What if- we could run. My brain ruled out the idiotic notion, No, they’d catch us. My hope dwindled as I clasped my hand over my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut. Our only option was to sit here behind this desk and hide like a coward, waiting to see if this doctor would give us up. 

A steady pitter-patter of rain fell outside. Hearing the conversation happening across the room took a lot of work.  The constant thrumming of droplets on the roof had drowned out the guards. Glancing over at Ellis, he seemed to be struggling just as much as I was, straining to pick out what had been said, even with those lengthy ears.  Like a bell, the doctor’s gruff voice rang out once more, answering the guards jabbing questions, “There’s nobody else here,” he gazed over his shoulder, eyes scanning the room behind him, “see?” I clenched my teeth as the door swung open wider. Besides the doctor, the shop appeared empty to the guards. “They came this way,” one of the guards piped up. In frustration, the doctor’s arms crossed. He stood back in the middle of the doorframe, blocking the guards’ view of us, “I haven’t seen anyone.” The eyes of the guard standing in front narrowed in an attempt of intimidation. This tactic, however, hadn’t worked on the doctor. For he remained where he stood with his arms still crossed, this time thumping his fingers against his shirt sleeve. He was growing impatient. An empty, masked expression stared back at the guard. This silent exchange between the two exacerbated the tension. Uncomfortably, the guard's lips pulled back tightly as he received an unfavorable reaction. Sneering, the guard up front threatened, pointing a finger towards the doctor’s mask, “Watch yourself.” 

Other than the door shutting, everything had gone quiet. Taking the silence as a sign that the coast was clear, I peeked out from behind the desk. A mere few feet away was the doctor, peering through the curtain draped over the window at the front of his shop. He patiently watched the guards disappear in the fog as they walked down the street. Once the guards were out of sight, his arm dropped back to his side. He turned towards my figure poked out above the desk. I ducked back down again. He strode towards us and away from the door. Putting a hand on the desk, he leaned partially onto it. His gaze fell to my body crouched below him, then shifted to the bookshelf Ellis was hidden behind. “You can come out now; they’re gone,” he announced. My head turned up to meet that masked gaze he held.

A gloved hand was presented to me. The doctor extended an offer up off the cold wooden floor. With a swift tug, I was pulled up. However, Ellis had been left to his own devices, he grumbled as he lifted himself onto his hoofs. “Friends of yours?” the doctor sat on the side of his desk. “Actually-,” I cut Ellis off, “not entirely.” Ellis sent a glare in my direction after the interruption. A throaty chuckle came in response from the doctor. 

Once again, the same hand reappeared before me, “My name is Cassian; it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he chimed and gave a handshake. “I am El-” I silence the faun with a “shh!” Irritated by the repeated interruptions, Ellis scowled at me. I furrowed my brows, returning the look. Idiot. Cassian patiently waited for my response. “How do we know we can trust you?” I question him. “You’ll just have to take my word,” Cassian stated calmly. I bit my lip before speaking, “We don’t know you; your word means nothing.” Shit, I worry my brash tongue might have gotten us into trouble again. Cassian eased the tension with another chuckle, “What would you like me to do?” 

Christ, he sure is eager to please. 

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😔 hey chat…

So I’m not really active on here anymore. I’ve been active on insta posting my art, so if you wanna find, go there ;)

Prob gonna delete this app, but no worries all my stories will stay

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Doodle dump

Oc designs ft. Branch

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Christmas gift ideas?

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Happy Halloween chat

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Day 24 baking!

They are better at savory stuff I promise

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one of the many, many reasons I love shipping Flickory is because it opens the door to so many fun in-law dynamics 😩

anyway at some point after Flickory and VivaDory have gotten together Poppy proposes a "BroZone in-law retreat" so that she, Viva, Brandy, and Hickory can all, in her own words, "get to know each other 😊"

.....it goes about as well as you'd expect for one of Poppy's spur-of-the-moment schemes

anyway:

- Viva is initially chill with Hickory until she learns exactly how he and Poppy first met. She's instantly suspicious of him and his intentions, and understandably upset with him for hurting her sister, but eventually, after a lot of awkward tension and seeing how genuinely remorseful he is over his role in the whole Rockapocalypse thing, she warms up to him again. I imagine they end up finding a lot of unexpected common ground with each other the more they interact.

- Brandy is a homebody at heart but has always nursed a secret passion for travel and a deep curiosity about the world beyond the island. Hickory is well-traveled and loves sharing stories about his many escapades. They end up getting along the easiest, both naturally charming people who just like talking and enjoying each other's company. Very comfortable, lots of jokes and cocktails.

- for some reason I'm having the hardest time parsing Viva and Brandy's interactions. They're friendly with each other from the get-go, but beyond that........ I don't know. Brandy's good at detecting when someone's holding themself back so she ends up encouraging Viva to open up more, maybe becomes a person Viva feels safe being honest with and venting to judgment-free. There's no lingering baggage between them like there is between Viva and Poppy, in some ways Brandy's just...... easier to talk to.

(★ my Kofi)

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LOOK AT THIS OMGGGGG

Pony oc by @tadpoletiddles

Star oc by @roxyrot

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Pony pony pony

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Purple pony club??? (From my insta)

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Sad book club📚

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Soda puppy☺️🫧

(From my insta)

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Art request

Finished an art request

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RAHHHHH 🌸💕

How Rosie actually came on the adventure to find Brozone…

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