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==> The First Day

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 It was late february, and Karkat Vantas Strider had been badgering his pitch to come over for pitch ceremonies and rituals and who was he kidding, he just wanted to smooch his kismesis and give him a gift, a gift that happened to be a pair of socks. Not just any socks, though, a pair of socks that were in a very special box. See, one sock said, 'If you can read this' and the other sock said 'Bring me some coffee'. But they were in one of those fake product prank boxes- One which advertised a product called Cargo Socks. The box advertised a thick, durable cargo sock made out of genuine reclaimed softball jersey, with the slot between the first two toes slitted to fit flip flops, and of course, a large cargo pocket on the side.

He had been excited to give it to him, excited more still to receive his own gift, and now that all that was done, it had been time for lunch, lunch that was cooked by Cronus, who had made Lux's favorite- Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.

After lunch, of course, it was time for the main event- Karkat had wanted to take Nova back with him to the underpass house, with the other psions. He had been accumulating some stuff for them he thought they might need, and with Nova here, it was a perfect time to go back and deliver some goodies. For Karkat, he mostly had stories and such to deliver- The trolls weren't exactly low on money with Kahnans hobby, though they didn't flip cars SO often that they were really well off, and of course, they all ate a ridiculous amount... But, they appreciated it anyway. And he brought them stuff they might need anyway- Medicine and books and bits and bobs he thought they might need or might love...

Except this time, Nova had something to bring them too, something to pack away in the backpacks Karkat was currently filling full of stuff to give away.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Nova actually had his gift in his own backpack, the battery was heavy and he was intent on carrying it and many bags of snacks on his back himself. His backpack was galaxy themed, and he was practically bouncing in his toes with excitement as he watched his kismesis pack things away.

He'd brought his kismesis a set of tiny four season paintings, of them being affectionate with each other- none of his paintings included fine lines, but this time he'd made stencils of the two of them to put in in gold and red.. and of course the chocolates with one hot pepper filling among them in a spade shaped box. He laughed when he got the socks out, delighted by them.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat was quick with packing, he knew Nova was excited, knew Nova had packed tons of Alternian-themed snacks for The Guys, as Karkat called them...

Karkat had eaten one of the chocolates already, he had not realized the full extent of that gift, he was going to save them, he said, and eat one everytime he was thinking of Nova.

The presents had been nice and everyone had gotten a grin from the funny box and Dirk especially seemed to know Exactly What The Deal Was with the chocolates KK had been given, when Dave went to steal one he had gently tapped his hand and shook his head, and that was that.

Now, though, Karkat had his hand on the door and was just about to open it when... Lux's hand pushed his own away.

The little pawfoot was standing there, watching Lux and looking... confused, conflicted, and curious. The Three C's. 'Nova...' He began. 'Can I ask... What that thing is, you're taking?'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He hesitated, perking his ears at Lux. "-II have a vehiicle battery and 2ome 2nack2." It wasn't like, a big deal or something he needed to keep hidden. Except it would be a big deal to guys, but still not in a way that needed to be hidden from Lux or anyone.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Lux looked briefly confused, he even looked taken aback. '--- A vehicle battery? Like for your runoff?' He lifted his shirt to show his belt, confused, Karkat's got his hand on the door, he's Also looking confused. Why is Lux......?

'It's not... gonna explode or anything if you put too much in it, right?'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "iit2 rechargable but iit2 not for me." he wiggled his ears. "And nah iit wont explode iit can take a lot. -Everythiing okay?" Sudden worry, had Lux Seen something he hadn't seen? Was anxiety visions or just anxiety and excitment about seeing the guys? It was always hard to tell.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Lux shrugged gently. '-- I dunno, I,' He stopped a moment, thought hard for a moment longer. 'I guess so? It's just a bit... louder today, and I noticed you had something electronic in your bag, so I thought I'd ask.' He shrugs a little at Nova, and Karkat relaxes a tiny bit. 'I just wasn't sure if there was some interconnection or whatever, or if it's some tech that's throwing me off. We all know I'm sensitive an stuff.'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "II'll be careful." he promised him. "Bad feeliing2 are iimportant two lii2ten two." Especially for a prophet

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Lux gave him a little smile, before whispering, '... Do you have any of those little powdered mealworms?' He'd ask, with a tiny little eyebrow wiggle. This made Karkat snicker and cover his mouth, he opens the door and waits for Nova to come with him. (edited)

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He waggled his eyebrows back. "II 2ure do." ..he slips him a little snack pack with a wink. Time to head out with Karkat

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Lux looks delighted, he takes the pack and flops over the back of the couch where Cronus is, and they can juuust hear the beginnings of a gentle bickering over the snacks before Karkat shuts the door behind them and off they go!

As they walk, Karkat grins back at him, "How much did ya bring? You know Mags is going to like, eat your whole backpack, right?"

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Ehehe, ha2 he been a2kiing about the 2nack2? II brought a bunch" He was cheerful, a bounce in his step, and grateful that the weather has started to warm up, to give his achey joints some relief.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 "Not enough, but like, you know him," Karkat snickered. "He'll smell them on you from a mile away, I won't be surprised if he meets us outside. You know they really like you." He hasn't introduced them to Lux yet, or they'd be bringing Lux with them. "--- I seriously hope you're not too attached to that backpack though," He teases, and gently punches him on the shoulder. "Troll drool doesn't wash out."

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He snorted at him and hip bumped him. "II'm 2ure my backpack wiill 2urviive. - II'm glad they liike me." Soft and shy with perked ears.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat hip bumped him back, giggling, then ran off. "Cmon. We're not taking the bus today. It'll take us longer, but I don't wanna worry Lux." It's not as warm as it could be, but the snow is gone from the streets and everything is just Dry. Dry and a little nippy in the air. "I had Stat stash something for me at one of the coffee houses down the street, it oughta help us anyway, and I've been meaning to see if it's a good method of travel for us."

Diggy — 01/02/2022 His ears perked forward with a curious chirp and he ran after him, trying to keep up just on foot, KK may have to slow down.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 KK isn't running too fast, just to the corner. He darts around a fence, there are people now so he has to be cautious, and he comes out- With a longboard! It's one of Stat's, Nova will notice, it's his yellow smiley face one. He sets it down, and motions to it. "Get on." uh

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Hes super curious, looking at the longboard, which hes never used, tilted his head, chirping, but then humoured him and carefully got on.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat reaches his hands out around Nova's waist, and helps to steady him a bit. "Okay. Stat showed me this one time.... Self propulsion with psionics. All you have to do is make yourself go forward, and the longboard will keep you upright. Don't worry, I'll catch ya if you tip." He stood just next to him, watching, hovering his hands around Nova's waist just in case. "To turn, you lean into the turn."

Diggy — 01/02/2022 " 2hiit, okay-" he started out tentatively. pushing himself with his psii while balanced on the board, the turning was going to be the tricky part and he anticipated spilling a couple of times.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat will grin and watch him, and gently take his hands and pull him about until he gets the hang of it.

He'll let him fall (once, and he'll catch him before he REALLY tumbles) before he hands him his backpack and opens it to a pocket where Nova can see Stat's heated knee and elbow pads!

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He made a face as he got back up with Karkat's help, and curiously held the back and- oh! The safety gear! His ears perked excitedly.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat winked at him and helped him put the pads on, kneeling down to wrap the straps around his clothes. Those will help his joints with the walking and also stop him from getting banged up too much if he falls again. "Alright, ready to haul ass?"

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "yeah, let2 do thii2, II'll try not two tiip u2 over and eat 2iidewalk" he snickered.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat snickered back and stepped in front of him. "Right, I've actually ridden one of these before, so. Put your arms around my waist and just focus on propulsion, okay? Keep us going slow, but not too slow.. It's like flying, but skimming the ground probably I'll focus on turning." He steps onto the board and grabs Nova's hands and makes Nova hold his waist. "Get niiice and close," He teased at him.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He squeezed and held on tight where his arms were placed- and kissed the side of Karkat's neck. "Liike thii2?" Thank fuck Karkat was going to be steering. "Tell me when on the 2peed."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat bristled gently, fluff standing on end as he blushed, and he nodded. "Yep, like that. Now bend your knees a little... and give her some gas," He said, and he used one leg to kick off, and they were rolling down the sidewalk. Slowly! But they were going, all Nova had to do was add a bit of energy to it. "Remember to keep your knees bent and lean into the turns, you ever been snowboarding or watched snowboardin videos? It's like that."

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "II havent but II wiill do my be2t." he bent his knees and leaned into Karkat, holding tight- and gave her the gas, ramping up the speed quickly, just slowly enough Karkat will be able to tell him 'enough'

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 They were zooming now, Karkat would focus on turning, he would tell them to slow down when they approached roads, how was this less dangerous than taking the bus?? He would enjoy himself though, they would be cruising along at a nice speed for a while, eventually Karkat would turn his head to ask if Nova was okay, could keep this up, etcetera.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Nova Did love going fast recklessly down the sidewalk, slowing and stopping at crossing areas, he was grinning and assured him he could, easily.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 And then they were off again, this will take them some extra time, it will be an hour before Nova can see the overpass and the fenced yard of tires and junk around the warehouse underneath it, time to slow down and see Who will see them first.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Talk about the long way, but it was fun, and he enjoyed himself, perking up when he spotted the warehouse, he slowed them down on approach without being prompted. They probably knew he was coming a mile to a half a mile away with his power signature.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Oh they definitely knew he was coming, Maggus especially. Maggus was sensitive to psionics, and he was slightly extrasensory. He had a very, very light precognition- He couldn't tell when something would happen within hours or even half hours, but minutes or seconds, which was really handy in a fight and not much else. He would have gotten excited, which got Venure excited, which obviously, you know, everyone's excited. Maggus is kind of a big fella to miss being excited... As they approach, the big guy is already doing laps on the upper floors, checking windows, a purple blur.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 That probably had made him extra valuable as a helm, there were probably higher rankings for Psions with precognition especially.

Termir was watching Maggus do laps with a grin. "You're gonna fall, brother."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Maggus would stop for only a moment to straighten up and perk his ears, and look back to termir, he's vibrating in place. "Then fall be it, f'excited I be," He grinned excited. "Mine question to you, why be ya not excited on y'own?"

He paces some more, peeks out a window. They didn't come on the bus, they didn't, but he can sense them they're somewhere. Venure peeks out of his mane with a low chuckle, gently smoothing down the mane and patting at his mate's ear. 'Shh, shh,' He soothes. 'Don't worry yourself into a heap, lovely.'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Who says I aint?" He laughed. "-The kid's lighting up my radar."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Maggus jumped and he shook the floor when he landed and he ran around again, peeking out of a window. His horns tesla coiled again and he yelped, "There, mine eyes see, there!" And down he goes, swinging down rafters and through holes and down electrical wires and beams, hopping down a crane's tow pulley and-

Bursting out the door again, to Karkat's apparent fright. "--- Shit shit shit- Stop the board, if he hits us while we're on it it's gonna hurt-" Here he comes! Excited Maggus is excited.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He stopped the board! Here we go sliding off of it quickly before everyone goes ass over teakettle.

"Pour one out for the front door, it served us well." Termir got up and bounced over to look out at the boys.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Kahnan, from somewhere nearby, scoffed. 'What shall it be, whiskey or scotch?' He jokes. 'One of these days I'm gonna make it an airlock with reflexes fast enough to just, fuckin open when he does that.'

Maggus stops right short of them and grins wildly with all his sharp teeth, 'Good mornin,' He says, 'Aye, y'trip wen well then, did it?' Venure pops his head out too, giving a little wave.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Maggu2!!" Nova enthused at him an floated up to hug him and grin at Venure. Does Ven want a hug, he has plenty of affection to go around.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Ven floats out of Maggus' mane as Nova hugs the big troll, and he too stands and offers a hug. He's not out of Mag's mane much- He's a thin, spindly troll, with not much brute force to him. Almost a quarter of his body volume is his hair, waist length, and his horns curl back into a tight spiral above his head- Almost like Irken antennae, just a bit more compact, his left arm from the elbow down is cybernetic but he's usually got some sort of latex band, or fur over it so you can't quite tell.

It's not wholly metal- There's just Compartments in there he's had installed, mostly with a wrench set and some tools for on-the-go needs, or breakouts if need be, but three of his fingers are completely cybertronic, one of them (He's real proud of it) is even a drill head. He boasts this saves his wrists a lot of time and energy.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Hell yeah time to hug Ven as well with a happy little chirp Did he not have a sleeve on the cybernetic arm today? "Hii Venure!" He was almost as free with his hugs and touching as Fex was not.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 He did not! They weren't going anywhere, he's even still wearing his pajamas, they're fleece because he's always cold, which is why he's in Mag's mane all the time. 'Heyo, my lad,' Venure grins at him with those purple/green eyes, and hugs him and pets his head. 'Traveled well?' He asks him, and Karkat is distracted now by Kahnan leaning in the doorway, motioning for them to get in.

"--- Cmon guys," The redblood says, and he takes Maggus' hand and begins to pull the whole party inside.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Yeah the triip over wa2 fun a2 hell- oop" he grabbed the long board and headed inside with everyone. He was grinning and happy. Vague feelings of forboding could fuck off this was excellent.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure chuckles a bit and slips back inside Mag's mane to hang out, and also, get his slippers where did they go?

Once they're all inside, Karkat calls out, "Oi! We're inside, ya'll can come on out now," He grins as he watches Kahnan send up a little maroon firework, and Cerras pops up from the cushions of the conversation pit, she is sneaky sneaking up behind Karkat, shh no one tell him.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Termir leaned against a wall, grinning at them. "- hey little brothers."

Nova waved excitedly at him and Kahnan- oop Cerras is being sneaky whats she up to?

"II come bariing 2nack2 and 2omethiing II thought you guy2 miight get 2ome u2e out of." Nova tells them happily "II've been keepiing iit 2tored tiill II came back out."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat went up to Termir and gently leaned against him. It was the closest approximation to a hug anyone could get who wasn't quadded with the surly redblood.

Cerras still snuck up but stopped when she saw Karkat being affectionate, she gave him an Awwwh look, shrugged at Nova, then sat back down in the pit. 'Oh yeah?' She called, putting her feet up, and starting the fire with a small flip of her hand. 'What snacks? Pleease tell me you've got somethin' covered in cream, like those, ah... chocolate coated pretzels or somewhat.'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Ter patted his head gently, good lad. "Hmm,, a couple of them are chocolate dipped." he wiggled his ears and headed over to the pit to take off his back pack and set it down, then start taking out a whole pile of insect based snack packs he knew you couldn't get on Earth. "You guy2 get two fiight over who get2 what though."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Maggus was instantly over there where the snacks were dumped out, he ripped one open and shoved it in his mouth, this prompted an ear-swat by Venure, 'Oi, big guy, watch y'manners, why don'tcha?' This made Maggus grin and slow down, Cerras caught a pack flung at her and she opens and sniffs at it, Karkat leaned against the wall next to Termir. He always liked Termir. Wasn't as.... hyper as the others could be. Or as loud. Plus, Karkat suspected he was way smarter than he let on, and he wanted to see it.

"You guys doin okay?" The redblood asks him, quietly. "On food an such."

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Yeah we're alright, dont you worry none about that" he murmured back "-'ey toss me a bag." he raised his voice and his hand.

Nova grinned at them as they got into the snacks, waiting for a second before pulling out the heavy assed battery hes been carrying around and patting it. "And thii2- iit2 2alvaged but-" A shy little shrug.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Cerras overhands a bag of peppered cockroaches over to him without even looking, she even warmed them up for him, what a dear- Venure's eyes light up and he takes two steps out of Mag's mane but the battery lifts up into the air and zooms into Kahnan's outstretched arms with such force it scootches him back a little bit. 'Holy shit,' The maroon breathes. 'Where the hell did you get this??' (edited)

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Ter caught it and opened it up to start munching, ears perked and Watching his family, eyes bright at Venure and Kahnan'2 reactions, he was listening intently.

"2hiip yard, II went lookiing for one iin a decommii22iioned puddlehopper after II took a peek out there." he thumbed toward the area where the ship was kept.

He cant fit an entire fucking ship in his backpack but batteries are portable

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Kahnan takes off the diodes for a minute and checks the connection- An achievement that makes a HUGE zapping noise, blows out the nearest lightbulb (A string of christmas lights,) and makes his hair all frizzy. He laughs, though, and drops the battery, rushing to hug Nova around the waist.

'Holy fuckin hell, I sure love you right now!! Ahahaha!!' He is excited and happy, and Cerras stands up and meanders over to the battery, she picks it up and inspects it, but she's glowing gently in the tips of her horns and the gemstones attached to the bottom of her braid, a real good indicator of an uplifted mood. 'Damn, bud. You got this for us?'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "-Careful" He said, too late to stop the lights from blowing, but he grinned and hugged him back tight at the sudden cling. "II 2ure diid, II cant iimagiine gettiing your hand2 on one would be ea2y, you 2aiid all your 2hiip2 were grounded." Which only left imperial ships.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Kahnan does not hug people. This does not happen. He is the definition of aloof. So now he's hugging Nova, which is great!

'Yeah,' Venure says. 'All our ships are, grounded and carted away to various scrap heaps across the world, melted down and refined into ships for the Empire,' He adds. 'I can't believe you got us just this tiny little piece of one...' He sighs soft, the battery floats from Cerras to him and he makes it do a little flip in the air. He could hold it if he wants- He's spindly but he's got a little strength in his upper body, a little bara to him but not much, he just chooses not to. 'Wanna see me put it in?' He grins at Nova.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "IIf II could have fiit an entiire 2hiip iin my backpack two 2neak iit over here two you guy2 beliieve me II would have." His ears perked forward and he grinned. "II'd love two 2ee you put iit iin."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure hopped out of Maggus' mane and zoomed across the space of the warehouse, leaving little purple and green twin trailers by his feet as he did so, towards the tarp-covered ship. It was a little one, a six-seater, and definitely a little luxury cruiser, though it had seen better days. It was missing all the glasswork and interior, though some seats had been anchored down, it was missing one side wall... It was shaped... vaguely like a triangle, with concave sides, and big thrusters on the back ends of the triangle.

There was, however, a working control seat, and turrets mounted on those back corners, and an area where there would be two domes- one for the control seat and one for viewing or potentially turret controller visibility, it was very bare bones still, it had been gutted and was beginning to be re-worked.

Venure flew through the dome and opened up one of the sides, gesturing for Nova. 'She's a beaut, right?' He'd grin. 'Stellar-classed, trick is t'get 'er pressurized wih'out, ah, bein able to test 'er.'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 His ears were perked, following behind the excited troll with a smile, wreathed in blue and red to keep up with him and settling down to look over everything. "You could u2e a p2ii fiield two te2t." He offered a little tenatively. "man II bet 2he wa2 pretty when 2he wa2 new."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat settles next to Termir and begins to tell him about how the last couple weeks have gone, how have you guys been holding up, I'm glad to see you guys, etcetera. Cerras has drifted over to watch them and Maggus is very busy with the snacks. Kahnan... thinks he's being sneaky by watching from the rafters, but he's not.

In any case, Venure thinks over what Nova said for a moment, 'I can, but I dinnae think naught but t'kid knows how t'do a psii field big a'nuff for what w'need, an asides,' He shrugs, 'Where can we put it, then?' He then adds on. Still, he heads to the back of the ship and into the very organized patches of wires to where the battery dock would be.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "No II mean liike-" psii washed gently over him, touching Everything, applying the lightest touch of pressure, seeping into all the crevises. "thii2? You can fiind piinhole2 and failed 2eal2 2uper ea2y that way." He followed him over, observing the organized wires with approval.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure watched him carefully, he crossed his arms and nodded, 'Right, we can find all t'holes thataway, but it's pressure we gotta be worryin' bout, yanno? Cannae mimic space-pressure inna shed, ahahaha.' (edited)

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "- ah, yeah II get you" He nodded, the field evaporating wince it came. "- IIt2 ea2iier two miimiic the pre22ure of deep 2ea 2tuff, than vaccuum, but II know liike-" he rattled off the math for the tensile strength needed to stop decompression in a rate of pounds per inch "-2o II could probably te2t iit liike- iit would be field liike that one but all over the out2iide and liike." he made a motion with his hands. "-you know?" No Nova he doesnt know.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure listened, nodding as Nova explained. 'Yesss,' He said, 'But we dinnae need that amount a power floatin 'round, not with eyes 'round the city lookin for power flashins, y'understand? An t'sea aint safe t'test in, even if we could.' He was climbing in fully now, with the battery, lets see, wires go here, and here, and here....

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Ah" He nodded, rubbing at the back of his neck. "-2orry." his ears perked forward though, watching him work.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure chuckled a little bit, he moves back to show Nova the wires he's connecting, he's uncapped one of his fingers and made it into a little psii blowtorch, he's welding together a cradle for the battery to fit into, 'See?' He grins. 'Cannae do this trick?' He asks him, and points to his finger.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Holy 2hiit that2 awe2ome, II can 2pot weld but not liike that." he comes in close (but not in the way) to see.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure winked at him and displayed his hands- The 'caps' of three fingers on each hand tipped up to reveal mechanical counterparts. A drill head, a torch, a plethora of wires- A strange nozzle, a few other things. He wiggled them in Nova's general direction now. 'Takes some... adjustin to,' He winked at him. 'An only feasible iffin ya lost summat of yer fingers anyhow,' He laughs.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "That2 fanta2tiic, - II mean not loo2iing your fiinger2 but the cybernetiic2 are amaziing - All II have ii2 a liittle med pump." he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Whiich ii2nt partiicuarly fla2hy"

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 His eyes twinkle with curiousity and he leans forward, looking. His eyes spot the area he thinks the pump is and he gestures. 'Med pump?' He asks. 'Cannae see it? What's summat like that do, other'n pump meds into ya?' He thinks he's funny, he flashes Nova a little smile. 'Whatcha need summat for anyhow?'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Well II mean -be2iide2 the port2, but port2 dont count." snort. He didnt ask for the ports. He pulled his shirt up so Venure could see his little skin attached pump with all its little indicators and lights and the vials sitting neatly inside it. "II don't have a piituiitary gland anymore. iit giive2 me my med2 on a tiimed 2chedule and moniitor2 my blood chemii2try for emergency alert2."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 'No shittin?' The hemoanonymous blooded troll asked, leaning in to look. He scootches closer and peers at the medicated vials. 'No pit gland, hmm... Sounds like summa what they're doin to t'kids. D'all a ya need meds?' He asks him and sits back, curious, psionics working on the coils behind him, organizing, straightening, splicing wires into wires and tying off caps with clearly labeled ends.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "-Where II'm from the only one2 of u2 who need the2e med2 are tho2e of u2 who were taken a2 wriiggler2 and had that 2urgery. -2omeone II know 2aiid what wa2 done two the kiid2 here can be rever2ed wiith gene therepy, 2o they're liike." vague gesturing. "2ame end re2ult, diifferent method2. miine2 more dangerou2 but iif you're goiing two be helmed and pumped full of 2hiit anyhow.."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure... reached forward, and put a hand on Nova's shoulder. His eyes were kind, and, like Sals, his sclera were dark but his pupils bright. He gave a soft, encouraging smile. 'Traumas...' He trailed off. 'Trauma sucks.' That's it, he dispensed his wise words of wisdom with a little giggle, turning back to the welding of the casing around the battery, he wants to make sure that it stays in place even if they go upside down.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Fuck man they 2ure do." he memed at him and watched him work.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure gets the battery in there and then, heads back up to the cockpit. He swings himself into the swivel chair and hits some buttons, and Nova can sense the energy building up as the ship turns on. Venure gives it some juice- His psionics match his eyes, the colors arc down the array of wires- And the ship shudders and judders... But the lights are all beginning to turn on!

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He followed him up to look at the control board, and grinned as everything started to turn on. "Oh fuck yeah, look at that."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 'Oh fuck yeah, look at that,' He mimicked, he is so excited. The ship- Doesn't lift though, it just shudders awake. 'Too bad she ain't got propulsion thrusters yet,' Venure says, sighing gently, gently patting the controls in front of him. 'Jus pretty lights right now.'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "II don't thiink thru2ter2 wiill fiit iin my backpack." he said sadly. "but hey! 2he liight2 up!" he offered a fist for a fist bump.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure totally fist bumped him, and it was solid and nice. 'Sweet. Next step, thrusters. After that s'just cosmetics, right? An a course, cannons. Cannae have pirates with no cannons, aye?'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Cannon2 are 2uper iimportant for piiratiing." he grinned. "thii2 ii2 fuckiing briilliiant though."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 'Absolutely,' He agreed. 'An thank ya. S' all my idea, namely... Whaaallee, was mostly mine. Stole er from a yard, thought t' fix her up. She's our ticket home, yanno.'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Yeah II fiigured- you 2aiid you can't te2t her though?" head tilt.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 'Aye, not flight-wise at least. Not wih'out thrusters. I got some lined up, but ain't had time t'go an get em,' He shrugs.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 His ears perked forward. Trusters! Here! Available! "-what do you need two do that?"

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 'Go an get em,' He said, quietly. 'Sneaky sneak like.' He gave Nova a cocky grin. 'Got em sittin in a partyard, bought em off t'dark market from an pal a mine.'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He grinned back, eyes bright. "Niice, II'm glad II thought two grab you a battery"

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure leaned back in the seat, sighing out. 'Aye... Now... Now... Ahm' just impatient, lad.' He chuckled, darkly, his eyes glinting the way Salinx's did when he was feeling mischievious. 'Impatient t'see her fly, ar at th'least, hover. Mebbe this weekend.... I'll go an snag em, an next time y'are over, we'll fly er.'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He wiggled his eyebrows. "iif we grabbed them twoniight II wouldnt have two waiit for next tiime two 2ee iit"

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure was real quiet for a moment. He looked back out, over to the others... then back to him. '... Aye, lad, but are ye sure? This sorta thing takes some plannin, an I dinnae think the little red w'be okay with it.'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "..Hm." he frowned looking over toward Karkat and ears lowering. "He ii2 pretty protectiive. II probably 2houldn't make any plan2 wiithout talkiing wiith hiim."

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure nodded, nice and slow, then made shooing motions with his hands. '--- Well go on then lad, go an ask 'im. He cannae say yes if ye don' ask.' He grins a bit.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 His ears shot back up again and he grinned. Time to climb out of the ship and zip over to Karkat.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat stopped his casual conversation with Termir as he saw Nova coming, he said quietly, before Nova could hear, "--- That's a face that says he wants something, don't you think?" He would ask the bigger troll, with a low, amused look.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "As sure as I've ever seen one" He agreed

"KK kk." the psion settled onto his feet in front of him and took his cheeks in his hands. "II want two do a thiing, II want two go get 2ome thru2ter2 wiith Venure." His eyes said please say yes.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat gave an outright laugh at the look in Nova's eyes. "You want to do what? First- Where, second, how? I'm assuming these are illegal thrusters?" He snickered gently.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "He 2aiid we would have two be 2neaky and iit2 a part2 yard and ye2 they're iillegal." Well snickering wasnt a bad sign

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat took a deep, long-suffering breath. He dragged his hands down his face, then held up his paws, four fingers. "One, I'm coming. Right? Non negotiable. Two. I want this plan laid out on paper before we take one step outside. Three, ONLY if you carbload and proteindump beforehand, and last, four..."

He paused here, looking as though he wasn't sure what to say. "... Last, you are going to take absolutely no chances with anything. If we get there and there's a single thing changed about whatever blueprints you draw up, like if we get there and the gate is two feet to the left, we're turning around and going home, okay? No exceptions. It better be all according to plan because we ain't improvising, not around... whatever security would house spaceship parts, IF ONLY because I KNOW Dave would ground me for a year, and he'd be serious about it. Capiche?" (edited)

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He lit up like a Christmas tree and kissed Karkat on the mouth with a trill.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Karkat turned a bright shade of red, his fur and fluff all puffing up, but he grabbed Nova's collar and stared into his eyes with those lava-reds. "Right? You agree? I MEAN it about the last one. NO improv. If we get there and it's not according to plan we're fucking leaving, or at least you are. I'm... as rebellious as the next asshole but I'm not fucking with imperial security if I have to. In and out, no one sees us."

Diggy — 01/02/2022 "Karkat 2triider II wiill 2wear on whatever god2 you choo2e that II love plan2 and want two be caught the lea2t amount and iif anythiing ii2 hiinky II'm out and 2o are you." He more than agreed.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 He gave him a deep sigh, and nodded. "Alright. Deal." He would hug him tightly and behind them, Venure was vibrating just a tiny bit, it was obvious to all that he was excited. 'Right then lads,' He would open his arms. 'I'm thinkin just me an Mags an y'two- Ideally just a three a us, but I know I ain't gon' get you two seperated,' He laughed. 'Keep a low prof wi' a low number, aye?'

Diggy — 01/02/2022 He squeezed him and bonked head to head then released and turned to look at Venure with perked ears and bright eyes "2ound2 iideal, iin and out, riight?"

Termir was fake pouting. "Aw he don't wanna share all the fun-" It was just teasing.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Venure shrugged exaggeratedly, 'I mean, I already ordered th' parts, they be just' sittin an waitin' t'be picked up. ... Under cover of darkness. With no one seein who picks em up. Ain't gon be excitin, especially with Mag's voodoos hidin us from view... Unless you're gonna see iffin y'can fit in his mane, Riot?' Venure teased him back with a wink.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Termir put a hand on his chin and looked to be sizing Mags up as if considering whether his very large self would fit there. "Hm" He was clearly playing, eyes glittering with laughter.

"not beiing exciitiing ii2 my favoriite kiind." Nova said.

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 Mags stepped up to Termir and leaned down as if also sizing him up, he put a hand on Termir's head and guaged it. 'Hmmm,' He said, 'Mine eyes say no. Les dou'le check, eh?' He put his hands around Termir's waist and picked up gently, he's completely joking, but Kahnan giggles with laughter from above and Venure breaks into giggles, which is the desired result he wanted before he put his friend back down on the ground.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 Termir burst into laughter himself as he was lifted. It was a joy to have Mags play along with his silly joke for a moment. "You make me feel light as a feather, Mags." He grinned at him

EightBitSkunk — 01/02/2022 The purple grinned back and set him up on his head, behind his shoulders, turning to plod along towards the conversation pit. 'Nay any o'er way t'feel, Riot,' He answered him, but then stopped and let him get off if need be. 'Right then laddies, le's draw up a plan, aye?' The big purple called back towards Nova. 'Sure ye' ain't got time t'be wastin,' Venure would add, and he rolled out a big scroll of paper, beginning to ink and draw a layout of a building and a fence.

Diggy — 01/02/2022 The big guy laughed al the way there and slid down easily with an affectionate nudge to Mag's shoulder and a grin, he settled into the pit, to watch the boys lay everything out.

Nova was looking on with so much affection for these soft pirates. He situated himself near the paper and watched Venure draw up the plans. "Wii2h II had a comliink." he murmured.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure drew... A big airport-type landscape. There were two landing strips and a helipad, and a row of barrack-like hangar buildings alongside one of them, facing what he drew in big, swooping squiggles, 'Tha's the junk area. We gon be sneakin into there. Nae keep in mind, ain't as illegal as y'think it is. I paid for th'parts with mine own money, just dinnae think is legal yet for these PAWS t'have paid for em with mine own money, y'understand?'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Nova nodded quickly, eyes scanning the airport lay out and the junk area. "II get you."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 He nodded, satisfied, and drew pathing around the maze of parts and dilapidated aircraft. '.... Also fair sure ain't legal to sell spacecraft bits, but,' He chuckled for a moment, and Karkat pursed his lips. 'Whaaallee, y'know. Anythins legal for a fair sum, right lads? Only think y'know for sure is these ain't bein stole, they already BEEN stole an hid an erased from t'world, now they in limbo an we just gotta.....' He picked up his pencil, 'Yoink.' And showed it to Nova.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He looked at the pencil, he .. was not sure why he was being shown the pencil actually, but he was watching the path they were ment to take, taking a snapshot in his mind's eye and saving it in a file he could retrieve- he had learned, quickly, and reinforced by too many sweeps at the helm, how to organize his mind like a computer, he had so many files saved, some more useful than others, but it made memory recall faster for important information. "-2o they're hot iitem2, but no one 2hould be lookiing for them?"

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The pencil is pretending to be the thrusters they're gonna take! 'Exactly,' Venure said. 'They been sittin fer 'bout six moon cycles,' He then added. 'Lettin heat die down. I was told,' And here he put on a thick texan accent, 'We gon drop em off, you pick em up whenabout ya like, but we ain't gon have nothin else to do w'em. If they get taken o'moved by sittin, t'aint our problem, ya hear?'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He nodded his understanding. "II hope they're 2tiill there." He said, anxiously.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 'Ooh, they're still there,' Venure said. 'Ain't been touched, ain't been moved.' He would open up one of the seat-ends of what used to be the end of a couch and pulled out a little tablet, playing with it for a second before a camera feed, shaky in the wind and staticy, but there, popped up. Nova could see... Piles of tires, stacked up in rows, old metal, rusted through, wires everywhere, tarps covering some stuff on the ground that might still be salvageable. Tons of boxes... One of these boxes was stamped with a big ol purple pawprint, which would be the one to catch his eye. 'There they are,' He said. 'Deep in th'belly o' the junkheap. So far ain' no one walkin in there, use hovercraft t'go an pick iffin they need.' (edited)

Diggy — 01/03/2022 His eyes lit bright at the camera feeds and perked forward as the box was singled out. "niice. 2hiit II wii2h II had all my 2tuff wiith me, II'd moniitor the camera2 whiile we were out there."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 He nodded, then looked thoughtful. 'Kinda stuff y'be needin, lad? Connector wires an the like?' Karkat is staring intensely at the camera feed, searching for anything out of place, landmarks, everything he might need to see or know for later.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He fetched his palmhusk out of his backpack, it only took a moment to bring it out. "II'd u2ually u2e my laptop- but thii2 ii2 pretty robu2t, II'd ju2t need an upliink cable two iit. II've been meaniing two get a wiirele22 receiiver that ju2t plug2 iin but they haven't been iinvented yet and iit wa2n't hiigh on my lii2t two iinvent- II gue22 iit ii2 now." he rubbed at the back of his head.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Maggus scoffed gently, 'Mine have tons of uplink cables-' 'And besides,' Venure cut in, wiggling one of his fingers, the one with the cables in it, 'I'm sure we can make do with mine... Invent? Y'invent stuff, lad?' He looks excited, whoops.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "Oh 2ure" he grinned. "you 2hould 2ee my work iin apiiary networkiing, mo2tly II'm iintwo hackiing and codiing but II work wiith the hardware 2iide of thiing2- e2peciially when what II can get cant keep up wiith what II need iit two do."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure wiggles his tail a bit, steps one foot after the other, just looks generally like an excited puppy. 'That's fuckin cool lad, an y'so young t'be doin it well...!' He grins happily. '--- Right, y'just need an uplink cable t'this here tablet?' He asks, curiously.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "or two thii2 one,"He wiggled the palmhusk he'd gotten out of his bag."2he ha2 a mulltiiband reciiever iin her and protocol2 for half a dozen planet'2 wifi 2crambler2" he wiggled his ears. "That2 new iit ju2t u2ed two be earth and alterniia frequenciie2, but II've had two go on 2o many fuckiing aliien 2hiip2 lately." he rubbed at the back of his neck. "- but 2he doe2nt have a PAN for my gla22e2 two 2ynch two" he touched his glasses. "my other gear doe2. But! iif iit2 ea2iie2t two u2e your tablet, that2 fiine by me we can get two know each other"

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 He blinked a bit, and reached out to take the palmhusk, sniffing at it. His horns spark up for a moment and he spins it around in mid-air, 'Aye, let's see... Y'right, she's all tricked out,' He grins. 'We'ken use your's, seems t'be the most easiest route, specially if she's got all the tricks t'her.'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He let him take the palmhusk to look her over. His ears perked forward and he grinned, pleased by the evaluation. "2iince you already have the IP for the camera feed2 iit 2hould be 2uper ea2y two 2et up."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 'Abs'lutely,' He agreed, and he plugged one of his finger cords into his palmhusk, and another into Novas, and began the transfer of information, using himself as a conduit. His eyes glowed brightly and his hair lifted up a little with the energy he was using, but- Maggus leaned in to whisper, 'Show-off,' to Nova in a voice he didn't think anyone else could hear.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Nova covered his mouth, giggling with a soft snort. It was cool though! And he got to poke at Nova's tech at the same time, win/win for him.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 When it was done, Venure unplugged and settled back down, eyes bright and grinning. 'Done,' He said. 'Take a look see now, look 'round an see for y'self what the salvage yard be like.'

Which is, well, pretty much exactly as he described it, a fact Karkat will be pleased about. Lots of parts, a maze of tires and stacked dead parts, they might have to be careful with knocking anything over, didn't look like too much of a high security either. There was some security detail patrolling, two trucks with four people each, and they seemed to have some pretty powerful looking weapons... Guns, not laser, bullet-guns. Probably childsplay for Nova. They looked... a little modified though, perhaps their owners had played with them a little bit, probably modified the cartridges to hold more or something like that, that was common.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 With a provided cord he can flip through the camera feed faster than the palm can keep up, displaying a screen split into so many windows, he observed the lay out with perked ears, chewing on his lip as he saw the trucks. Only two of them, they could be careful, and Maggus could be unseen. "-II dont liike the look of tho2e gun2 the2e guy2 are totiing, KK better 2tiick ju2t 2o clo2e." He worried about him, his weren't the kind of psionics that could create a shield.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Karkat nodded, when had his pitch grabbed his hand? He squeezed it now. 'Ne'er learned the sling trick?' Maggus asks Nova, curiously. 'Nae play w'balls on wrigglin' grounds?'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "II can do that but II dont thiink KK can." he squeezed his hand and tapped the side of his head against Karkat's "II'm ju2t nervou2, II don't know why II'm 2o nervou2, II've done more dangerou2 thiing2."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Karkat frowned, he returned the tap but gently- He pulled Nova gently. "--- You know what, hold on. Come on with me, Nova," His pitch said, and tugged him away from the others, tugged him off until they were out in the back, standing just outside the back doors.

"Break it down, take a deep breath and break it down. What are you nervous about?" He asked him, in a sort of This Is Honestly Ridiculous and I'm About To Tell You Why tone.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He followed him, letting him pull him along till they were away from them. He took a deep breath and let it out through his nose. "II don't know. At fiir2t II ju2t thought iit wa2 the u2ual nerve2, goiing two 2ee people II really liike. II don't thiink iit2 performance anxiiety, though. II ju2t feel liike 2omethiing2 goiing two go wrong, 2o II want two over plan everythiing. Haven't you ever had liike.. a nebulou2 fear that 2omethiing2 about two cra2h and burn?"

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Karkat nodded, slowly. He sat down and pulled Nova down to sit by him. "Of course I do," He said. "I feel like that every time you come over. I feel like that because- I don't know what will happen. What if this is the time something happens, what if this is the time we're made a move on, what if this is the time someone comes after Cronus, or Lux, or me." He reassured, speaking in a low voice.

"I worry constantly that someone's going to take any chance they can to get back at our family- Cronus particularly, because- Well- Actually, do you know what he does on the side?" Karkat tilted his head, but he didn't wait for an answer. "He steals eggs. He raids millhouses where we're bred and he sets us free and he steals eggs, directly from imperial property. Any day he could be retaliated against. He's not hard to spot, after all. But that's besides the point, the point being, it's not an impossibility of something going wrong, Nova, it's just- An improbability. We just have to be prepared. That's why I've got our chip trackers, that's why Cronus knows where this warehouse is, that's why I make an effort to at least leave SOMEthing behind so they know where I'm going if I sneak out after dark, or make a point to not go after imperial property. With your prophetic bullshit combined with Lux's bad feeling this morning, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if something surprises us, but if we plan, if we keep a level head, we can be ready for it, so we can keep safe."

His voice is low, quiet, but... fervent, and determined. "I know I said we'd turn back if something came up, but- This isn't something coming up, not yet at least. And I'm still serious about that!" He exclaimed, and squeezed Nova's hand. "If we get there and there's like- Three trucks instead of two, if even the number of the guards is off, we're turning back, but... If we don't at least try, take a small risk, nothing will be accomplished. We'll be safe, but these guys won't go home."

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He butted his head at him and took a deep breath and let it out through his nose. "Unle22 II actually have a vii2iion II can never tell what2 prophecy and what2 ju2t.. regular nerve2" he admitted softly. "-but the good new2 ii2 iif II haven't had a vii2iion yet, none of u2 are goiing two diie, that2 how iit work2. IIt2 the only thiing II can offer. and II want two help them get hiive, liike 2o much."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Karkat nougied his head with a little laugh. "Besides, didn't you like, JUST take out an entire imperial mainframe or something, cmon, sneaking into a junkyard is probably childs play. If anything I should be the one freaking out, right?" Gentle head butts are a-go!

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "Or 2omethiing." he grinned softly. "IIf you're feeliing good about iit, II can feel good about iit. Ju2t. Don't get 2hot okay, Dave would 2kiin me aliive"

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 This caused Karkat to burst into a belly laugh, "Oh, fuck, he'd do more than skin you alive," He laughed. "I think I'd be more worried about what Lux would do to you, jeez, not to mention who we affectionally labeled as 'Katana dad' when we were kids, cmon-"

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "2o don't get 2hot" he shoulder checked him lightly. "Okay?"

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 "Well, let's hope I'm better at evading bullets than I am at fighting you," He teased him with a big, toothy grin, "Better get good quick huh?" He stood up and offered Nova his hand.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Nova took his hand and came to his feet, one more little headbutt for the road. "You fuckiing better, II'll kiick your a22 iif you dont"

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Karkat met his headbutt with his own, now they are both goats battling for dominance. "Oh yeah? How're you gonna kick it if you get captured, huh? You gonna get good too?" Two boys about to wrestle in the dust, childhood memories.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "II geu22 II am yeah" butt butt. "We better get back before we 2tart brawliing about iit though"

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Karkat almost pushed him over with the force of his next headbutt, "You guess?" He asked, incredulously. "Well I guess I'm gonna do my best not to get shot then," He said, bright and fierce.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He stumbled a step back. "you fuckiing better." he glared at him

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 He stood back and threw up his arms, "That's not the point," He growled playfully, here he comes. Nova was meant to tell him that of course he would get good, Karkat is trying to amp him up a little bit, charge his spirits.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "What2 the poiint" he flapped his hands at him." II'll fuckiing get good, they wont take me agaiin." Again?

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 He plowed into him and tackled him to the ground, welp. "You better be prepared, because I swear to you personally," He is sitting on his lap now, unless Nova can throw him off, "I swear, if you make me worry, if I have to come try and attempt some grand rescue cause you didn't, I'm not gonna be happy about it and..." His eyes glimmer, "And I'll be the strongest one out of the two of us," He grins, he's absolutely teasing and trying to rile him up at the same time.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He made an undignified noise as he topped to the ground. He growled at him and rolled them over to pin him down. "Well II'm not goiing two need re2cued, II'm not getting captured, and you are not gettiing 2hot fuck you."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Karkat leaned up to mash his lips together with Novas, it wasn't that he minded being pinned, it was that it was a surprise tactic, after about two seconds of smooching he tried to roll them back over, "Tell ya what, I promise not to get shot if you promise not to do something stupid, how bout that?"

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "II promii2e." he kissed him back with a little light biting, letting him roll them back over. "Nothiing 2tupiid."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Once rolled over, he let himself get a little softer with his next kiss, taking his time, making sure that Nova knew he was loved.

--- And then he's up, offering a hand to pull Nova up. "Shall we, then? We've got the plans, we shouldn't wait any longer or we won't be back by sundown..."

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "II fuckiing 2aiid that a miinute ago." He took the hand and up to his feet. He wouldnt be surprised if they had an audiance.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 They very well might, peering out of windows above or casually peeking out of the door... Karkat turned, they would head inside now and Maggus would greet them with a mock-bow. 'Welcome back, lads, ready off an rarin' t'go?' He asked them. Venure waved at them from his position in-mane, 'We can discuss entry points along th'way, got a fair bit a flight ahead.'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "Yeah, we're ready." His eyes were bright and his ears were perked up. "2ound2 liike a plan iif iit2 goiing two take a hot miinute two get there."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Maggus would sit down, lower his head to him. 'Settle on up, then,' Venure said. He glanced to Termir, gave him a wave. 'We're gon head off, Ter, gon plan on bein' back an hour t'sundown, right?'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Termir gave him a lazy salute. "I'll keep an ear an eye out" And come looking if they aren't back at sunset. Up goes Nova climbing on Maggus to situate himself for flying whereever the two of them want him at.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Exactly. Karkat climbed up to join them, sitting in hair wasn't necessarily something he wanted to do, but Venure seemed to have made the mess of his matesprits mane work for him, somehow. 'Right, then,' The hemoanonymous troll grinned at them, and rolled out the map he'd drawn up. The plan was extremely simple. They would hide in Maggus' mane while they flew over the fence, his voodoos would blind anyone explicitly looking at them from seeing them and Venure's own psions would shield them from showing up on camera for that moment at least. Once they were inside, it was time to pick a time to sneak past the trucks and get into the maze of junk. ... That, Venure said, was where it got tricky. There were sometimes patrols near the outer edges, motion sensors to detect thieves, it would be up to them to sneaky sneak past everything, and he didn't know exactly where the thrusters would be. This, he said, was where Nova would come in, since Nova was really smart with tech. Could he get a bead on the thrusters, he would ask?

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He just needs to place where the camera is on the grid, which should be really quick to do and he can work on that now, and put a star on the map as he flickers through the data and triangulates all the images and the network map for the cameras.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure would seem satisfied with that answer, and the two would probably spend... the majority of the trip plotting out where the thrusters would be at, which angle to go in at... and trying to make sense of the maze via whatever camera they got to look at it. Sure the junkyard guys probably had charts and inventory slips and labeling forms, it might be organized to them...

Karkat would watch their plans carefully, eying everything they talked about.

Eventually, as the sun reached the highest point in the sky, Maggus would begin to dip down, his body shimmering with purple drips of energy from his voodoos. He'd needed a break about halfway through, to replenish his food, and they had stopped at a Fazolis where Karkat had boughten them all something to eat. Lots of pasta and meat to go around... But now, now it was time to Sneaky Sneak time.

The big troll made a trilling noise for everyone to hear, and Venure would tug the two down into the bigger trolls mane. Time to hide.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Nova settled in tight where Venure tugged him, ears perked, listening and tense. He was glad for the food on his stomach even with the nerves, he might need the calories and it was always better to be prepared than not. His hand found Karkats and squeezed it.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Ahead of them, the partsyard loomed. The spires of tires and the piles of parts beckoned, waiting. It was... pretty quiet, all things considered. There were just the two trucks, driving around the airstrip and the perimeter of the fence... Nova could feel Mag's field get stronger as they approached the fence, wrapping around them in cool purple bubbles, covered in his psionic, voodoos laced field. This was the diciest part of the whole thing- The broad daylight drop. Venure had explained that even with voodoos, sometimes more perceptive humans, or guard-trolls, would notice, but their cameras hadn't suggested they had anyone like that on their team. Run of the mill, security-for-hire, guardsmen.

Karkat and Venure both held their breath as the big purple troll aimed to land where they wanted to land, right alongside the inner perimeter of the junkyard maze-like wall.

and......... Done, Mag's feet touched the ground, and everyone let out a breath. No alarms sounded, no anything sounded to signal they'd been seen. There weren't any motion sensors in this area, and Venure had chosen a path that would round-about-ly take them through areas without them, they were only placed along high-priority parts.

Nova could now see that there were some spacey parts nearby, damaged control panels and hull walls, but... There didn't seem to be many alternian parts, if any. In fact, it just seemed like human aircraft bits and pieces hanging around. This definitely wasn't an imperial shipyard, not fully anyway.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Nova let out his breath in a long slow silent heavy sigh as they set down and no alarm sounded. He eyed the human space tech thoughtfuly, thankfully noting the lack of Her insignia on anything.

Not that he didnt trust them that this wasn't imperial property but it was nice to see it.

He breathed in the scent of jet fuel and moter oil and rust. ..Takes him back to bits of his wrigglerhood.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Karkat was quiet, no one hopped out of the mane just yet. 'Keep y'ears open,' Venure whispered. 'Right-o, Mags... head on. Watch y'tail, love,' Venure would pat his matesprit and Mags would nod and begin to walk, slowly. Carefully, making sure he didn't touch anything, following what path they could clean.

Karkat was quiet, watching Nova... He was anxious, but this really was going pretty well, so far. And it wasn't like their plan called for conflict. Sneak in, pick up the box, sneak out. With Maggus' voodoos, it was almost too easy. He didn't see why Nova had wanted to come, but of course... That was the fun, right? And it was just humans. He knew this group had faced more than a few of those before.

'Y'checkin the feeds?' Venure whispered, to Nova. The trucks hadn't moved in their predetermined paths, no one had even sneezed in their direction. The guard watching the security feeds had even gotten up, gone to get coffee.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He nodded, the feeds up in his mind's eye, he could hold all of these at once, childs play next to controlling an entire ship and all its video feeds at once, he prioritized the ones where the trucks were or where any movement happened. "Yeah II've got them." He breathed softly. "No movement toward u2, the guard2 are on a coffee break at the maiin buiildiing, they're not watchiing."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 'Good,' Venure whispered back. Maggus was picking his way through the stacks, carefully... After a few minutes he stopped, paused, and then continued again... As if juuust checking. Overhead, there's a little... tiny whizzing noise, something electronic turning on? Can Nova check what's turning on by being in their feeds and feeling for the electronic signatures?

Diggy — 01/03/2022 His ears perked and he looked up, flipping through their feeds and feeling out with his mind for the signature of whatever had just turned on, practically vibrating. "heard 2omethiing-checkiing." he breathed the whisper.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Maggus stopped- The thing that's turning on and beginning to hum with energy is some sort of sonar or pulse. It was programmed to turn on at ten minute intervals and send out a pulse of energy, which could be any energy. It could be a dampener, it could be sonar, it could be something that picks up working energy sources, it was unclear what it would do, but it probably wasn't good...

Venure and Karkat both watched him, Venure closing his eyes to feel for things with his own psionics. (edited)

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "..come2 on every ten miinute2 wiith an energy pul2e, II don't know what iit2 tryiing two detect. " 2oft tight voice.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 "Probably us," Karkat whispered back. 'It's ramping up,' Venure whispered in kind. 'Mags is too big, he can't... Nova, where is it at?' Venure asked him. 'Relative to us.' It's dead center of the fence, towards the way they came, about... fifty feet up, on some sort of tower. It's shaped like a siren, and spinning rapidly as it gains energy.

'We got two options,' Venure says, 'An 'bout thirty seconds afore I think it'll reach max power, an things chargin up is ne'er fuckin good, so quick decision time. Aye? Aye. Two ways fer it.' He held up two fingers, putting each down as he spoke.

'One; we break fer th' booty box an let it pulse us, assumin but NOT f'sure that they'll see us, fer all we know it's harmless... or two, I go up an knock it loose, which starts the ten minute timer to which they'll definitely know somethin's here.'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "Center of the fence fifty feet up, the tower, iit2 2piinniing." He was super tense. "Let2 make a break for the box- " he ..swallowed his power, his eyes became yellow on orange, he held it in tight, masking down. I'm not here you cant see me.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure watched him, and nodded- He did the same, but- His eyes were still purple and green on yellow, he has actual heterochromia! Maggus would too, though they couldn't see it- And begin to move faster, running down the corridor of parts. Left turn, right turn, straight-

The thing pulses them after about a minute, Nova can feel the energy pulse washing over them, Karkat seems to be able to feel it too, he cringes- But- Nothing happens. Maggus slows down as it passes, and Venure whispers-

'--- That it?'

It seems to be! Maybe it IS harmless, maybe it's just something for the airspace, or something to keep rodents or pests away, like an ultrasonic beeper annoying to the right frequencies.

Maggus stops, 'Cannae check cams again, lil bud?' He asks towards Nova.

There's nothing strange happening on the cams, business as usual. The guard has come back with coffee, and a box of donuts. Another guard has come out to meet a semi-truck hauling a wing of a small airplane at the gate. That could prove somewhat annoying, if they try to haul it back, but it'll probably take a while to process it and get it loaded onto a crane.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "that wa2 iit..no alert2, everyone2 chiill." He breathed. "-look2 liike they ju2t got a 2hiipment iin, there2 a 2emii that ju2t pulled iin wiith 2ome junk on iit. Wing." He held his power tight and close though.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Everyone breathes for a moment. 'Right, then.' Mags whispers, and continues on. 'Box should be ahead.' And he keeps on, until finally, they're there... The box with the paw on it is visible, carefully tucked into a corner of a small dead-end packed full of other junk. There it is.

Mags stops when he sees it, 'Aye, it's there,' He says, and takes a careful step over to it, he knows not to let down his guard at the last second. Even good plans are foiled by someone tripping over something and causing noise, and now that they're deep in the maze of parts, there are parts littered around. Hubcaps and giant metal bolts, plane window rings and rivets the size of your first... Venure waits until he's within a few feet and then hops down, motions to Nova. 'Cmon,' He says. 'Let y'get the first look.'

There is nothing out of the ordinary here, everything is old, there might be a rat or two around but nothing else.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He kept an Eye on the feeds, watching for weird movement, but slid down so carefully, and over to the box, moving carefully as he balanced his tasks.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure was whispering softly, 'Dare I say it, but-' Karkat threw his pencil at him, to shut him up. "Do NOT." He hissed. "Just check the box and let's get the fuck out of there, that pulse thing felt terrible and it's hinky enough that I'm worried," Karkat said, worriedly and anxiously.

Time to check the box! Venure leans in to touch it gently, sniffs, one of his fingers opens up and touches the wood and turns into a tiny spinning disk, he begins to cut a hole in the side of the wooden box. 'Ne'er,' He says to Nova, matter of factly. 'Ne'er open a booty box from th'way it's meant t'be opened. 'Specially if yer checkin' it the same place yer takin it from.'

The circle of wood falls off to the side as the hole is completed, and Venure switches his fingers to a tube-camera.

That's when Maggus moves. He has no time for words, but he shouts 'BOMB!!' as he does, trying to make the danger apparent. Karkat is thrown from his mane, torn out by big troll paws, and tossed back the way they came, he gets one exclamation of surprise as he lands on his ass and tumbles head over heels, one exclamation of "What the actual fuck--" before Maggus plows into the box and carries it through a wall of tires and metal.

It's about ten seconds later, just enough time for the rubble to settle, that the box explodes in a blast of fire and shrapnel, leaving Nova's ears ringing and briefly deafening him.... and leaving a heavy, dull tone settling itself around Nova's mind and psionics, a dull aching buzzing that could only be a strong psionic dampener. The world is ringing and swaying in all sorts of- Wait, no, it's only the walls around them swaying, the blast has made the nice, stable piles unstable and it's about to come down around them. (edited)

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "Fuckiing 2hiit" he put his hands on his head over his ears as they rang. A dampener! A bomb! A trap.- Fuck everything was going to fall! Did he have time to grab Karkat and pull him away? Where was Venure, shitshit shit where was Maggus? Was he okay???- things were happening to fast all of a sudden.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Karkat was- Karkat was back where they'd come, but the way was blocked off now by toppled rubble, Maggus may have saved his life by throwing him away actually, they're surrounded by fallen and burning rubble and there is very little room for manuevering...

Actually, Maggus- where- Maggus is the other direction, slowly getting to his feet, he coughs and spits out a tooth and a mouthful of blood, he looks extremely dizzy and a part of his mane is burned away.

Venure is... There he is, he's laying on the ground a few feet away and half-buried under pieces of metal. He looks stunned, shell-shocked, there's a piece of rebar sticking out of his arm but it looks to be one of the spots where there are cybernetics, so- maybe he's okay? There's no blood to be seen from the wound, at least... Think, think, what are you going to do Nova, rally your companions, someone is bound to be coming.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He grabbed Venure, hauling him out from the metal the only one he could reach, rebar and all, pulling him up in his arms, for all that Nova was much smaller than him, and bolted away from the swaying stacks. “IIt2 comiing down!” He hoped the other two could hear him after that explosion.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure's lighter than one might think, as Nova grabs him he shakes his head, his ears are twitching... Right, sound, sound, pawfoot trolls are sensitive to sound, everyone was probably deafened or at least stunned, was that the point? Nova could already hear noise coming back to him, the sounds of- Sirens, the sounds of sirens okay that's not a good sound. He can't sense anything, either, no tech, no nothing... Wait. Wait, that... smell, that's the sound of paint, that's the smell of paint being sprayed that meant Karkat was nearby somewhere, and awake and alive and trying to draw the others close- It's fading away, Karkat is behind them, but now something... something whooshes overhead. Something too fast to be a plane, or a helicopter, and the sunlight glints off matte black sides and bright imperial red in the shape of a spoon on the side.

A trap, but laid for who. Would Nova realize that this was uniquely laid out for Venure, for Mags, for the rest of that group? That someone had pegged, accurately, that the only reason someone would need a nice pair of thrusters was to get off this planet, who couldn't do so already? They're not after Karkat, or Nova, or Lux or Cronus, they're after the rebels.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Shit he was moving further away from Karkat. His eyes drew up to the hovercraft and he tried to duck under something with Venure to get out of visual range. Could Ven stand? Nova's head felt like cotton and all of his senses were dulled down. He fucking hated dampeners. This is why he was supposed to learn to fight, this was why Fex didn't fight with psionics and had a sword instead. But he didn't. He didn't have a sword.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure was groaning now, he could hear it, he held his head, said something that came out in Alternian, 'The fuck...'

They could definitely hide, there were so many things to hide in, all around, he just had to hope Karkat was having the same ideas... Maggus- Would probably be fine, he was Awake at least and with his voodoos he could hide, the dampener probably didn't work on those...

The hovercraft moved quickly over them and landed down on the ground beyond his vision, but this place would be seething with soldiers in a moment, where could he go, they'd find him, right, and take him and leave and.

Wait.

Beside him, Venure is pushing himself up fully, trying to stand. "Aye, I can't hear," He says, mumbles, and rubs his head. "Static... In my pan, fuck, I hate... fuzzin... Oof. Nova...?" His eyes catch on Nova and he brightens a little. He's bleeding now, a stream of bright, vibrant blue running down his forehead from his wild mane of singed hair, and his cybernetic arm hangs limply at his side.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Nova put a finger to his lips and shook his head quickly. His sign language is crude, but he knew the sign for enemies near, hopefully Venure knows it. He peeked out from the hidey hole they'd ducked under, then checking the cameras, he didnt need psi to check the cameras, he'd be sparking if he could spark.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure's eyes widen, he nods, he hunkers down a little. He can hear exactly nothing, so it's up to Nova to listen. There's that humming sound from the hovercraft, and- A crackling from nearby, that fire from the blast has found some source of fuel and is growing, he can smell the smoke. If they don't move soon, they'll be driven out... his palmhusk chimes! It vibrates at his waist.

CG: FOUND MAGS. WE'RE HIDING. I'VE GOT A BUSTED WRIST BUT THINK THAT'S ALL. I REALLY FUCKING HOPE THIS NOTIFICATION DOESN'T KILL YOU BUT I NEED TO KNOW YOU'RE OKAY, ALL I CAN SAY IS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AND FUCK AND FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. YOU CAN DERIVE MY EMOTIONS FROM THAT I HOPE.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Hes plugged into the palmhusk! the message pops up in his vision. TA: We're hiidiing, get out a2 quiick a2 you can iif the voodoo can take you there2 a hover2hiip lookiing for u2 TA: II'm not iinjured, Venure ii2, we're twogether. TA: We'll fiind a way out TA: My trackiing chiip wavelength ii2 [information] got that?

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 CG: GOT IT. VENURE'S... NOT BADLY INJURED, IS HE?

CG: MAGS IS... HE'S PRETTY FUCKED UP. I DON'T THINK HE CAN GET ME HOME, I.

CG: YOU KNOW HOW THERE'S THOSE MOMENTS IN MOVIES WHERE THE PROTAG REALIZES HE'S WAY IN OVER HIS HEAD AND CALLS HIS FRIENDS OR PARENTS? I THINK IF THE SUN GOES DOWN AND I DON'T SEE YOU THAT'S WHERE I'LL BE AT.

CG: REMEMBER WHERE WE ATE? I'LL GET MAGS THERE AND WE'LL WAIT.

The innuendo is clear- Karkat is going to take Mags and go back to the Fazoli's they ate at, and if he doesn't see Nova by sundown, he's going to call Dave, Dirk, or Cronus.

Venure tugs gently on Nova's arm. He crosses his wrists together and points, he'd seen something... It's the hovercraft. They're slowly sweeping an area a few hundred feet off, they'd just come over a pile of toppled over fuselages. They've got a scanner beam pointed on the ground. Time to move, he points to a direction away from the smoke and the fire.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 TA: He hiit hii2 head and hii2 cyberarm ii2 fucked TA: Got iit TA: II love you

He looks up and nods at the gesture, looking at the beam sweeping the ground. Okay, moving out.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure will take the first few steps, he's careful and quiet and Nova can tell he'd be on all fours if he could, but with one arm fucked, he's not. He steps through the rubble, sniffing the air and working on guiding Nova somewhere he smells. "Fresh air," He would eventually whisper to him. The hovercraft is doing grid-sweeps, the farther they get from it the easier it'll be to evade, but it will eventually find them if they don't get out of the junkyard... And the only real way out is past those trucks, and there are way more of them now probably. Not that Nova can see that beyond the walls of toppled airplane wreckage, but...

CG: LOVE YOU TOO. CG: JUST. CG: STAY SAFE.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He nodded, walking carefully and at Venure's pace, staying right with him. He did a check of the cameras, can he see anything useful on them with everything toppled all over the place and obscuring them.

TA: You too

No quirk so he knows hes serious.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Anything useful would include the fact that there are Many Trucks waiting now, a line of them heading to the rubble. A fuschia-uniformed human is talking to one of the guardsmen in a big tank truck, the delivery man with the plane wing is gone, and the sirens are fire-trucks pulling into the lot and hooking up to spray everything down.

There are two more hovercraft coming now, beginning grid sweeps from other corners. He could see one of them was heading for the plume of fire that was presumably the explosion, those scanners hopefully couldn't see through things, and their psionics were all deadened, so there was hopefully nothing to pick up...

Venure suddenly stops him, tugs on his arm and points. There, a break in the rubble, an open path to the fence- And a sudden Doom Feeling about it. Don't go over there. If you go over there, something bad will happen.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He shook his head quickly and pulls him back away, eyes widening. "-trapped" he whispered. Can he hear him yet? Can they get under anything, anything at all so those scanners cant find them. (edited)

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure's ears perk and he hisses in a breath. "Trapped?" He echoes, so he can hear! "If we run..." They have options!

Three options, in fact, option one is the fuselage of a plane that has been dislodged and partially taken apart, there are spaces to hide but its large and someone might think to search it when they get ground patrols.

The second option is a bunch of sheets of metal torn from hulls, piled on the ground, if they angle some of them they might be able to get underneath, but they won't be able to see anything from the knees up...

The third option is the undercarriage of some massive tractor, there is a wheel-well they can hide in, this provides complete shelter from above but nothing from the side, if they get ground patrols they might get spotted unless they hide up in the wheel-well, along where the axle might be.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He shook his head. "-feel2 bad, feel2 2o bad, 2omeone miight diie iif we go that way." whispered urgently. "-here?" he pointed at the fuselage.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure's eyes widen and he nods, Thesus probably had similiar things happen. Venure glanced at the fuselage and then back to Nova, he looked conflicted for just a moment. Big and open, but- Space to fight if they needed... He nodded, and headed that way, leaping up the side and offering his hand to help pull Nova up into the doorway of it. The hum of a hovercraft is getting closer.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He took the hand and scrambled in as quickly as he could to get away from the Hovercraft and down into the the fuselage, trying to ignore the way panic was trying to claw him from the inside.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure goes with him and together... together they hunker down.

The blueblood squeezes his hand and looks at him, then back the way they came. "... If... iffin we go back," He says, softly, "Find th'box, can break th'dampener... Might give em time to get out," His voice is low and even. "... Take a breath, lad. Only e'er bad decisions made on panicked pushers."

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "KK 2ay2 they're twogether, and Mag2 ii2 rough." he said and tried to breath slower through his nose. "-the box, the box, break the dampener." he chewed his lip. "-II can fiight a whole a22ed army iif we can break the dampener."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure nodded, but Nova could see the worry in his eyes. "Fuckin Mags," He said, soft and gentle and belaying the anger and worried anxious panic in his heart. "E's got precog. Little, 'nuff to givem the tip' o'a fight... a'nuff to know bombs gon go off, fuckin." He takes a deep, shuddery breath. "Saw it in th'box. Little thing. ... Ranged," He adds. "Short ranged. Mebbe na'even the whole a this place."

He looks around. The hum of that hovercraft is getting closer, and- There's a sound now. Venure looks up a few seconds before Nova can hear it, sensitive ears. "... Got ground squads," He whispers in a lower voice. "Ain' lookin good."

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "II do two, II've felt anxiiou2 all day but-"He rakes his hand down his face. "-okay 2o.. be2t bet ii2 a break for that dampener- II'm the only one of u2 not iinjured, II'll draw their attention and make for iit, and get iit 2ma2hed, then we have a better chance."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure gives him a Doubting look. "What, wih'out me?" He asks. "No fuckin way. We break fer it together or we ain' goin at all." He snickers, how can you find this funny, "KK would have my ass," He adds gently. "Sides, cannae smash it on yer own?"

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He looked at him with big uncertain eyes. "-you're hurt. II'm 2ure II can fiind 2omethiing two 2ma2h iit wiith."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 "You trust Mags t'get KK out, dontcha, an 'parrently he's worse off, so y'can trust me to help mine friend t'get out, too, right?" He gave him a little smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows, in this exact moment that is meant to remind Nova of Sal. ... Fuck he even has Sals hair, almost, a little more wavy, but... AND the prosthetic cybernetic!

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He raked his hair out of his face and behind a double tipped ear. "- 2hiit. Okay! Okay let2 do iit. We need two do iit now or we won't have a chance."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure nodded, took his hand, and squeezed it again. "--- First, take a breath, aye?" He breathed in, exaggeratedly, trying to get Nova to breath with him.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He squeezed back and took a deep breath in, and let it out through his nose slowly.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure tugged him out, time to run. The blueblood is fast, let's hope Nova can keep up. It's easy to know where they're heading- There's a smoke plume coming from where they were. run, run, hop over a tire, don't step on that sharp thing, don't slip in the puddle of oil, oh that gas smells horrible, run run and leap and hop and- HIDE, fuck, quick, they're so close to the place they were except there's a hovercraft sitting where they had once stood, doors open, there are three ground crewmen with efficient looking guns searching the area, peeking in boxes and in tires and hide holes.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 If he doesnt have to go far, if he only has to sprint, he can do it, hes on his heels, he can feel the burn in his body but he ignores it. He ducked down with him, watching with narrowed eyes.

..His mind was fiilled with a memory of watching Eridan tear someone's throat out, but he didn't know if he could do that. And he knew if he did one of the others would kill him right there. He made a circling motion with his hand, can they go around and come at it from the other side where it had been blown out to?

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure watches too, carefully, he looks... pained, he looks pained. Something is hurting him, was his chest that bloody before? He looks back, then to Nova, holds up four fingers. One finger, he points to a man, two finger, another, three, a woman, four- There's nothing where he's pointing, but he shakes his head, and tugs on one of his ears, points to his tail. There's another pawfoot there. Hiding, or shielded.

He makes the circling motion with his own hand and shakes his head, they don't know what's on the other side, it could be more men. ... Nova now, though, can see through where Mags had taken the crate, he can even see where it had blown... The dull ache of psionic dampening was loud now, it was definitely ranged... But it wasn't... right in front of them. It was... off to the side? ... The explosion, the explosion had thrown it to the side somewhere, amidst the rubble.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He nodded. Another pawfoot. A tracker? Working with them? His head turned back and for a little as he got a feel for where the dampening was coming from and pointed off to the side where he thought it was.

He was so worried about Venure, about the amount of blood on him and the look on his face.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure nodded, he made a move, then- winced, and stopped moving. He couldn't go further, nova could see it. Running may have ached Nova but it had hurt Venure more, and his breath comes shaky. He needs to hide, he can't fight like this, but... Where. How.

One of the humans is meandering this way, his head in a tablet that has a tiny scanner beam coming from it. ... Is it X-Ray? Can he see with it? The other two humans are moving through the hole Mags made with his body- There's the pawfoot, a seadweller, with sharp teeth, looking... well-built. Small, about his height, but built like Cronus in that he had a powerful tail and walked on two feet. He's scanning the area as they go... Of course. Sharks could smell blood from miles away, it made sense to have a shark-like pawfoot smelling for them... They're... For them to be going the other way, they must be smelling Mags.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Shit Split second decision time. He darted out, he was going to be seen, he was going to make some fucking noise, lets go for ramming someone with four super sharp horns at stomach level

He was small. And not as strong as some of the others. But he could fight

He took out a number of the psii hunters who caught him last time and he was only a kid then.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure looks absolutely panicked as he runs out, there's yelling and- He manages to stab the human who had been distracted on the tablet, in the chest, they're immediately down, his horns are a nice cherry red now, but their yells draw the others. Here comes the pawfoot, vaulting over the rubble, shark-teeth wide to bite, he goes to try to latch onto Nova and bite at his shoulder, the other two humans are trying to use the distraction to drag their nearly disembowled colleague into the hovercraft, but the third human, the female, is holding a gun, aimed at him and waiting for the right moment. It's- A big gun, with a huge muzzle, it's defnitely not a bullet or laser gun, it's probably a net gun.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Hello you fucker yes come running this way so Nova can twist away from your teeth an bite down hard on your face. If he can grab hold of his arm and tail his spinning and slinging him into the lady with the net gun.

Venure please do something about that dampener while hes drawing attention? Hopefully, maybe?

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 He probably can't get a bite down on his face but he can definitely get a mouthful of fin and shoulder or neck, he can definitely throw him though if he can get his grip around that thick tail.... Down he goes with the net lady, the hum of other hovercraft is coming, Venure is running again, towards where he thought the dampener was but- He stops, sees the hovercraft, and ducks down underneath any scrap he can find. "Hide!" He shouts at Nova, Nova you do not want to be facing a whole hovercraft, that's a gun turret on the bottom swiveling around and begging to find something to shoot with plasma, the doom sense is suddenly loud and ringing and foreboding, but what is it, why is it going, what's causing it?

Meanwhile the pawfoot is getting back up and hissing at him, and- helping the woman up?

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He made a break for an entirely different direction from Venure, looking for something to duck under and into, still trying to draw attention away from the other troll.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The pawfoots eyes follow him but he lets him go, he looks. ... He fought him but now the seadweller looked confused. Why didn't this troll have... fur? Was he naked? Diseased? Gross. And it bit him.

He helps the other woman up and into the hovercraft and then stands guard by the door as two more come down. Someone shouts, where did they go? Another responds, they're around here somewhere. Now there are eight humans with net guns and two humans with laser rifles, filing out and beginning to search. The doom sense is fading the farther he gets from... Not Venure, it seems to be coming from... The seadweller. ... Is it focused on the seadweller? The humans are wandering his way now, away from Venure, who has decided to try for finding the dampener, where is it, where...

Nova can probably find a pretty easy place to hide, he may even be able to smell Karkat, this is a big bunch of tires that have fallen over, it's easy to slip inside the pile if he finds the right route, Karkat had used this before and Nova can take comfort in his smell.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Why is the seadweller so scary? Why does he feel like death, when the rest are just scary. He slides inside the pile that Karkat had hidden in and breathed in his scent and tried to get his breathing under control again.

Please search in this direction and not toward Venure, Please- He prayed, and felt Her hand on his shoulder, and looked up at Aradia, touching the ghost's cheek. "- can you knock over that 2tack of tiire2 over there?" he whispered soft and hoarse. She looked up and in that direction and frowned, looking uncertain, then nodded, zipping off, one stack of tires, one act of poltergeisting, this was going to take so much out of her. Typing was one thing but tires- but she tried for him.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The seadweller has a venomous bite, so he feels like death because it is so easy to die if Nova is careless. ... What nova didn't know was that the seadweller was thinking the same thing about the bite Nova had given him, gently patting at it and looking Concerned as he was given a treat by the humans he had, in their eyes, saved.

The humans look at the tires and watch them topple and they all rush in that direction. Some of them even load up in the hovercraft and fly off, perhaps hoping to head off any potential runners. Now... Now it's quiet. It's quiet, and his head hurts from the dampening, and- It's. Wait.

Wait the dampening is fading, the buzzing of his bones is slowing (But not stopping, not yet), did Venure get to it- Oh.

Oh, fuck. A shadow has just blotted out the light, and around the same time a message appears in his vision too.

CG: NOVA, I THINK I'M FUCKED.

An Imperial battlecruiser has just moved overtop of the junkyard, it's massive and covers a significant section above him, but that's not important. The important thing is that, where it's hovering, the ends of it are shimmering, and a light barrier blips into place in the shape of the cruiser's sides, slowly dropping onto the junkyard like a giant glass cup over an ant.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 TA: 2hiit what2 happeniing

No, no fuck his plan has been working AA drew them off the dampening field was coming down. Fuck you you stupid battle cruiser.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 CG: WE'RE BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE, WE COULD MAKE IT UNDER THE BARRIER, IT'S LIKE- RIGHT OVER US- BUT WE'VE GOT A HOVERCRAFT OVERHEAD, SO WE CAN'T EXACTLY MOVE. MAGGUS SAYS THEIR SWEEPERS CAN STILL SEE HIM IF HE GETS CAUGHT IN THE BEAM, HENCE, I THINK WE'RE FUCKED.

CG: ARE YOU AT LEAST OUT? YOU KNOW WHERE MY TRACKER IS, YOU CAN FIND US, I JUST.

CG: TELL ME YOU'RE SAFE.

The dampening field buzzes weakly in his brain and then stops and fizzles out, leaving cold, beautiful silence, the sort of silence between headaches, between the dampening but just before the voices started up.

It's gone, he could use his psionics now, and as long as he didn't go towards Venure, which was easy to tell where he was now, that was where the dampener had been...

Diggy — 01/03/2022 TA: bolt, the dampeners down, go II'm gettiing their attentiion.

He took off from the pile of tires in a bolt of blue psionics. Hello there mister hover craft, would you like to be slung into one of your friends like a toy? He was drawing them away from Venure's position too, flying fast.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 CG: ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE

CG: NOVA IM SERIOUS

The replies come rat a tat tat one after the other.

CG: NO- NO FUCK YOU DON'T- FUCK!! NOVA NO, NO

He can almost hear Karkat shouting, no you idiot shut up- It cuts off quickly as if a hand covered his mouth, thanks Maggus.

The hovercraft he slung explodes into the other one, that's two down, the third is after him like a bullet out of a gun, but- Now there's a noise, a noise like the revving of an engine, a charging-

The belly-cannon of the cruiser has just let loose its own blast, a blast that feels wrong as it arcs through the air, it's aimed right for him and it's too big to miss, lined up too well...

Something plows into him and it's not the blast, it's another troll- It's Venure, curling around him, but he's too late to change Nova's trajectory- The wrong feeling blast hits them both and leaves stinging and involuntary twitching and loss of control in its wake, it's a dampening blast on its own, but Venure took the brunt. (edited)

Diggy — 01/03/2022 His heart raced as he lost control, panic welling up inside him while his consciousness clawed at his body to try to force it to work and get his psionics going right again, they were falling out of the air, tangled up with each other.

He reminded himself that he didn't see his own death in his dreams today.

.. but that might not be the worst thing that could happen to him.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure is startlingly limp ontop of him, as they fall he breaks away, he's definitely unconscious. They're both suddenly bathed in a bright blue light, their descent slowing and then halting... They're in a tractor beam from the only remaining hovercraft, and heading upwards... but with Nova looking down, he can see it. He can see an area of the fence, beyond anyone elses vision, suddenly burst apart, a barrel shoved aside as something Big plows through it, a dust cloud from something skidding, and then nothing as whatever it was hit the pavement.

Maggus was safe, then, and he had Karkat.

Up, up they go, into the belly of the ship. A human, a platoon of humans, is waiting for them as the ship closes below them, and now, guns are drawn and aimed at them. There's a lurch as the ship moves- hurtles upward- And none of the humans lose their balance, the soles of their boots glowing. Mag-boots, luckily enough Nova and Venure are still in the tractorbeam from the parked hovercraft so they don't get jostled, but, they can't exactly move, or fight... And with all those guns pointed at them, Nova's doom sense is going to be screaming at him to Be Careful. One wrong move gets them killed.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Thank fuck, this was horrible enough without imagining them getting their hands on Mags and Karkat, at least two of them had gotten away.

He wished it had been three. Venure.. gods.

He .. will be good. He watches them, but doesn't speak, doesn't struggle. Not now surrounded by guns, with bright red blood drying on his horns.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 One of the humans speaks- Speaks... a few languages? He says something in french, then english, then spanish, then Alternian. Alternian. ... That's a weird fucking language to come out of a humans mouth.

'Lay down on the ground,' The human orders, and gestures with his gun. 'Hands behind your back, if you can still control them.'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 If he could move, he would follow directions. He knew he needed to be careful right here and now, his head ached with it. They could probably see he was twitching from the after affects of the shot.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 Venure too, he's twitching as well, even unconscious like he is... The human nods, gestures, and two of the humans step in to grab a leg each and seperate Venure from him. They stick him onto a stretcher, a gurney, no- And begin to wheel him off.

'Now, can you speak? ... Are you ill?' The human asks him. 'Is what you have contagious?' He's- Not attacking him, not darting him or making him sleep, they're seeing if he can obey orders first. Trying to save resources.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "Ye2" he lisped softly. "No, and No."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The human gestured with the gun, up. 'Good.' He motions another human to get close- They come in with shackles, and ta-da, his wrists are shackled behind his back. The human pulls him up to his feet and begins to pat him down, jerking up his shirt when they feel his medpump.

'What's that?' The human patting him down asks, and the one who seemed to be in charge says, 'Looks like an insulin pump. I'd leave it alone, we'll get a tech to look at it. Do you have a name, pet?' Pet?

'Can you walk, or do you need to be carried out?' The human says, but is interupted by the other one. 'It's got harvest-tech,' they say. This brings the first human to blink. '... It does?' The man says, incredulously. '... Bring it to first aid, let's get it checked out.' He turns and Nova is getting tugged up to sit on a gurney of his own. They won't force him to lay down or anything, so far they're assuming he'll obey their words, if that's the case breaking out of here will be easy.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "Nova" soft again, his voice was rough, like he'd been smoking a pack a day since he was a kid- or had screamed until his vocal chords were damaged. He went coorperatively, laying down as they directed him, playing obediant for them.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The human nodded. 'Right, Nova then. We're going to take you to get checked out in our first aid station, make sure you're not too banged up. Sorry about the rough accommodations,' The man said, 'But as long as you can take orders, you'll be treated nicely.' Same ol same old.

Time to move, he's being wheeled down a hall and through many doors and turns, into an elevator that opens up into a medical bay. Remember that scene in wall-e where the robots are all sectioned off with light barriers? That's what this looks like. It opens up to an area with sectioned off cubicles, some of which are occupied by other pawfoots.

His gurney stops at the door, and a robotic arm comes down to clamp a collar on his neck. It's lightweight, but metal, and Nova can feel that unpleasant buzzing building back up in his bones. ... Dampened.

His gurney now moves towards a circle of showers, and a new human- He's red-haired and freckled, with black glasses and a well-to-do manner about him, gestures with a pen. 'Right,' He says. 'Shower off that blood so we can get a look at you, Unit... Nova. Says here that you've been in service before. When?' He taps the clipboard with his pen.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 Ugh he hated dampening collars, same old same old. At least this one was light, and probably not rated for him, he'd figure it out. "A decade ago." He lisped softly. He wondered if he was going to get his clothes back, had they already unplugged him from his tablet and taken it? Presumably. Time to wash.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 They had indeed taken his tablet but they had not taken off his clothing, that was left to him, but they do take off his shackles as he gets situated.

'A decade ago?' The human writes that down. 'Did you have a designation number?' The human asks him, the water turns on, it's lukewarm, which is probably a safe bet for any troll on the spectrum.

'Wash up and then wait here.' The human says, and leaves him to do his washing. ... So far, security is extremely lax. Probably the only thing stopping Nova from busting this place apart right now is the fact he has no idea where they've taken Venure, because it sure isn't here.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He .. hesitates, anxious, he didnt want to take his clothes off, he gets down to his boxers and makes a low whining anxious sound, glancing toward where the human dissapeared to. 'II don't remember iit' had been the answer about his number.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The human is not too far, just petting another pawfoot who looked scared and... small, scared and small maybe half Nova's size? They glance back to him though and call out, 'Don't worry about that, unless you've got metal bits down there too. We just want to map out where your energy ports are.' Oop they're coming close, stopping when they... see his tattoos.

Nova can see... confliction in their face. '... These are... very pretty,' The human finally manages to stammer out. 'How... And why did someone decide to tattoo you?' Implying it wasn't his decision. Nova needs to tap into the human-thinking-about-pawfoot mindset. No bodily autonomy. Pet.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He relaxed at the reassurance and got the blood out of his hair and off his horns, pushing it out of his eyes. "-I wanted them, another troll diid them." He told him softly, and non confrontationally. Also truthfully.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 'Really.' The human says. '... You wanted them? Why would you want to inflict pain on yourself?' The human is writing everything he says, but their tone is... gentle. And confused.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "II wanted two be pretty." He shrugged his shoulders gently. He was .. covered in scars, and hairless, look at those big eyes.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The human's face flushes with red and they look genuinely taken aback. '... Are you?' They asked him, and somehow the question had weight.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He smiled, careful not to flash his fangs. "Yeah."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The human smiled too, gentle, leaning down to put his hands on Nova's shoulders just like Cronus had done. '... I think so too,' The human said. 'You're unique, aren't you? One of a kind... That much is obvious from looking at you.' His eyes searched Novas for a moment, curious, wandering, and- Without malice or infantilization in them.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "II haven't met 2omeone liike me here." he admitted softly. Oh man, this guy was super soft. Its a good thing he stopped caring about how he was touched a long time ago, though, theres no flinch reaction to interfere with him trying to make nice with the tech.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The human straightened up and gave him a warm little smile. 'You weren't hatched here?' The human asks, curiously. 'Did you come in on a ship, I wonder...' He writes something else down but then pauses, looks at Nova... He motions, and someone brings the gurney back over. There's a grey jumpsuit on it if he wants to wear them. The human won't make him wear clothing, he's a pet, he doesn't need clothes.

'-- Anyway. We've got your accommodations set up. Are you in pain?' He motioned something over- A robot arm comes over and it holds a white pack of something, like- an ice pack? The human picks it up and pops something inside and hands it to him. 'I think your knees are a little swollen, this might help that. I'll have someone by your cell shortly with some painkiller, and then someone will be by after that to get your rating, okay, Unit Nova?'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He put the clothes on anyhow, he likes clothes- he took the pack and his ears perked as he felt the warmth of it, he nodded quickly. "Okay"

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 'Good boy.' The human pet his head and gave him a horn scratch at the base of his horns, and now he was being gently led to his own cell, a light barrier cubby. For now he'll be left alone, no one to bother him. His accommodations turn out to be a blanket and a big... dog bed in the corner of the cubby, it's better than nothing. He has no neighbors, he just has to... figure out his plan from here. Someone DOES come by with a pill for him, they slip it to him with a couple of bread rolls and a small capri-sun-like pouch of water.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He examined his new ..dogbed, and curled up in it with his blanket, pressing the heating bag to his achey knees and leaning his head against the wall, letting the tiredness in his bones show. Fuck he was tired.

His ears perked at the offerings and he chirped a thank you to them, and ..the rolls and water are being consumed, and he sniffs at the pill to see if he can recognize it.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The rolls are light and fluffy, the water is not drugged, the pill seems to be tylenol, everything checks out. They have no reason not to trust him, well, except for all the destruction...

The human comes back with another human who opens his cell door with a tap of her badge and asks him to come out. This one is a female. She touches Nova, touches his knees and writes something down and moves away, now the first, nice human, is offering him... A device? It's a strange device, a long, thin... It's almost like a carpentry level, with little lightbulbs running along the inside of it. A couple of wires come out from one end, the human looks... Well... He's holding it, he's looking at Nova and then back at the rater, and purses his lips.

'Can you- Turn around? And close your eyes, this might feel uncomfortable.' The human said. (edited)

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He was cooperative, getting to his feet painfully when summoned and letting her examine him. The weird device came out and he bit his lip, and slowly turned around as asked, gently sweeping his hair forward over his shoulders so they can see all the ports. Time to close his eyes, and hope he didn't explode the device by accident.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The human... balks. Is he really going to do this? To a child? ... A human-ish child? It's one thing when they look like animals, but this one... This one looked like that one a while back that was all over the news, that Serket girl. His daughter had been glued to the television, clutching her own pawfoot troll, when the jury decided the cerulean would die.

She'd cried, he remembered.

He took a deep breath and resolved to buy the family pawfoot something nice when he got home from this tour, and plugged the device into Nova's back.

It takes a whole bunch of readings and sends them to a mainframe somewhere, and the lightbulbs- One by one begin to blow out, poppopopopop, shattering glass inside their protective walls, until it reaches the second to last one, which is glowing a bright, hot yellow... It glows, and glows, and... then fades.

'... Shit,' The human says, wide-eyed. 'You're galaxy class, huh?'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "ye22iir" He said softly. Thanking fuck he hadn't blown out the whole thing with what little control he could muster under the circumstances. He hadn't been able to hide that hes a ship class psion but even if they underestimate him a little, it helps.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 'But it's been a while since you were rigged. I'm assuming you served your tour and were sent down to earth as a pet, right?' The human reaches here, reaches for straws. He does not want to send this... this child back into service, and maybe Nova can understand that.

The human takes a breath and waits for the answer. Don't say no. He's staring pointedly at his clipboard, and not at the troll currently tugging at his heartstrings. Why oh why did he sign up for the EAC. It's easy money, they told him, the tours are short, they told him, you'll barely have any work to do, they told him. They didn't tell him it was picking up strays like this. Fuck.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "yessir, ten year2 iin 2erviice." he turned his head to look back at him, hair half obscuring his face like a moody preteen.

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 The human frowned a bit, but he overall seemed to brighten. He reached down and untied his own hair from its little messy bun- And tied up Nova's in his own messy bun. '... You look like my daughter,' He said softly. 'I'm glad you've already served your tour, you seem to have... healed up nicely. I'm...'

He coughed a bit and straightened, the door had opened and another human- Tall, wearing a pink uniform, hair tied up, business woman like, Nova immediately should not like the look of her, had come in.

'-- Anyway.' He held out a wand now, waving it over him, 'What can you tell us about the blueblood you came in with?'

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He rubbed at his arm "-met hiim pretty recent, d'nt even know he wa2 a blue. He wa2 real niice to me though, 2hared hii2 food with me."

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 'Ah,' The human says. 'Do you know his name or class?' The human says. Thank god, this was probably just some silly retired veterans pet or something - Why did the war vets always seem to want the helmed pets, he wondered, anyway - This guy was probably some war vets pet caught up in the commotion of an escaped rogue or something. '... Were you living in the junkyard?' The human asks him, here comes pink lady, her heels click on the floor.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 "Hes called Venure." he said soft and tenative. "No22iir. Ven just said we were gonna get a package, n it '2ploded "

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 'He did, did he?' The woman speaks coldly now. 'Good, that's as good a confession as we need. Barnaby, what are you doing still talking to it. Get up, get working on the blue, we need your hands to figure it out.' She pulls the human to standing by his collar and he gives Nova a Be Careful look as the woman now bends over to look at him... as... Barnaby....? Heads to the elevator.

'My, but you're a mangy little thing, aren't you?' She scoffs a little bit. 'No fur, no paws, not even an ounce of cuteness. Definitely not for the adoptable market... Though, with your ports... I bet we could find SOME poor war veteran who wants you.' She implies what Barnaby had thought- War vets want helmed pets.

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He flushed gold and looked down, examining the floor and not looking at the Mean Woman. "2orry ma'am"

EightBitSkunk — 01/03/2022 She gives him a little, cruel smile, and scoffs through her nose. 'Good pet,' She says, and- Keeps on walking. Barnaby, watching from the elevator, gives him a thumbs up and then he's gone, plummeting downwards.

... Now it's time for him to wait, kick back, and relax until the next thing happened, how would he pass his time? Would he watch everything that happened, or would he sleep?

Diggy — 01/03/2022 He wants to stay up and watch everything that happens, but hes dead tired, and this thing is making his head cottony and his bones vibrate, so he is going to take the time to nap, because either he slept or he was Gonna sleep.

#paragraph RP #eightbitskunk #objectification #pettroll AU #bomb #maiming #death #kidnapping #guns #trauma #blood #helming #collars #subjugation

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mariamegale · 4 years

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Do you have any BabeRoe / other ships modern AU (possibly your SubBabefanclub universe) headcanons would like to share? I need some daydreaming material if you would indulge me haha

have 1500 word of baberoe headcanons because I have no idea how to work some of this into fics. not very kinky but it's in the Call Me Sweetheart universe so i hope its okay. I’m sorry, I really ran away with this but there are SO many hc’s and background stories fighting in my head and I saw the opportunity <333333

hope you feel indulged you lovely person <3

eugene doesn’t care about gender norms when it comes to French nicknames for Babe bc fuck that. He also personally gets a bit of a kick out of using traditionally female nicknames for this gorgeous man, but he doesn’t know how to explain that to Babe without it sounding all weird and gross, so he just has that going in his own head.

babe calls gene ‘doc’ as an inside joke that he doesn’t understand

he doesn’t understand it because it’s actually stolen from gene and spina, who call each other ‘doc’ as an actual inside joke (bc they’re, you know, aware of the joke)

see, all their friends happily ignore that neither of them are actually doctors yet, and continue to ask them to treat everything from paper cuts to broken bones like it’s a completely reasonable thing to do. they’re also borderline therapists for half the gang, especially spina, so there’s also that. the ‘doc’ thing is used between them to separate when they’re being serious or jabbing friendly at each other.

speaking of: spina knows all the secrets. everyone comes to him with everything.

mood: eternally fucking done with these morons.

spina loves it, really, though. his chill-ass “have a glass of water, get a haircut, talk about your feelings with the hairdresser” attitude pairs pretty well with eugene “emeRGENCY MODE” roe

Babe and Eugene both honestly have such strong and opposite Aesthetics going on, but neither of them are aware of it. Gene is all about efficient, strong, wear-resistant clothing (leather boots, thick-fabric jeans, five versions of the same long-sleeved t-shirt of the kind where, you know, it’s both incredibly baggy and incredibly body-clinging at the same time) and Babe is this unintentionally hyper-flamboyant ray of colour (flight jackets, fifteen pairs of sneakers in different colours [two with glitter], crop-tops and tank tops with stupid phrases printed on them. some are custom ordered. also belts that serve no purpose but appearance.)

More under the cut because this got long as dicks

Eugene can dry-swallow pills, and always does it because he’s, well. Eugene, and saves time in the most useless of places. Babe thinks it’s some kind of black magic and buys a whole bunch of vitamin pills, forcing Gene to take them just so he can inspect his mouth afterwards and see if he’s lying about it.

Babe is really, really into Dirk Gently. Because come on.

There’s a betting pool going on how long it’ll take for either Babe or Eugene to realise their roommate is in love with them. Technically, Toye has won because his only contribution to the pool was “who the fuck is to say they haven’t been fucking this whole time?” but none of them know that, so yeah. Congrats joe.

Eugene got into med school on a full scholarship, which is the only way him or his family could have ever afforded it, and also the reason he left everything he ever knew to go to Philadelphia. He worked his fucking ass off to get it, and he will continue to work his ass of to keep it.

He struggles with how to make financial decisions because what do you even do with money once you’ve bought all your necessities?, and he also doesn’t really know how to talk to anyone about it, so it’s this eternal struggle going on in his head.

So Gene ends up just buying pillows, bedsheets, blankets and other things for his bed, because a) it’s fucking cold as fuck here, Edward, how did you even survive the winters as a child and b) he’s always wanted to have one of those ridiculously comfortable beds you see on TV, and now he can, and the pillows help make him feel not-as-alone when he misses his family.

He’s also protective as fuck over it. Babe and Renee are the only ones who have ever been allowed to sleep in Eugene’s bed, because like fuck he’d trust the rest of them with it.

Babe isn’t sure about the whole context on Gene’s relationship with money, but he’s guessed his way to the most of the story, and thus approaches any purchases for the apartment really carefully because of the anxiety Gene gets over it. It took them three weeks to buy a new microwave when their last one broke, because Eugene kept arguing both sides on whether they actually needed it or not. Babe hears out every side of the argument and just lets him work through it in his own time.

This does mean they live in a very minimalistic flat, but what they do have means so, so much to them because they spent a month making sure every single thing was just perfect.

Oh yeah, they first agreed to move in together because of parties. Story time:

Babe celebrates Pride like it’s every national holiday slammed into one, topped by his birthday, because he spent his whole youth a very closeted Catholic kid surrounded by other very Catholic people and nuns, and once he moved out of home he kinda went nuts.

So Babe first met Bill when they were 19 because they were working at the same place, and immediately bonded over their shitty, entitled boss. Bill introduces him to Toye, and they all go out for drinks one night.

When Luz shows up he says hi by jump-siting down in Toye’s lap and presses a wet kiss to his cheek, and Babe feels his heart sink to the floor because oh God what is this, but Bill just rolls his eyes and throws peanuts at these two idiots as they do their obligatory “kissing each other three times as hello” thing.

babe really has to force himself to not stare at them, or bill, or the rest of the bar filled with people because no one os freaking the fuck out, and he’s freaking the fuck out, and what Freaky Friday is this???

Later that night Babe has a bit of an alcohol-induced meltdown about it, full-on crying because he barely knows them but Luz and Toye are the first openly gay people he has ever met and how the fuck can everyone just be so cool about it like, how is this not a big deal to them what the fuck????? How can they just be gay and proud and happy and not scared and how can Bill just be cool with it and not tell them they’ll go to hell and how whAT????????

queue Bill, Luz and Toye sharing one single look and instantly deciding a) babe is going to have one more therapeutic beer and then we’re cutting him off, b) we have got to teach this kid how to live and c) we’re his new brothers now, and if anyone ever touches a single orange hair on this boy’s dumbass head we’ll skin them alive, break into the zoo and feed their flesh to the gators.

they work real hard on finding him a place to stay that’s not with his parents, and it’s just around Philly Pride time when they find an ad from this med student moving up from Louisiana who got a flat through luck and family friends and needs to split his rent with someone

ad says “good things to know: this is not going to be a heterosexual household and i will not be able to take responsibility for any potted plants nor any animals you want me to take care of” and just, bingo.

Babe and Eugene meet up for a coffee and bond pretty quickly, Babe rambling just enough for Eugene to have the energy to listen, but also clearly cares so much about Gene’s input when he does give it and it’s just. Good energy.

At one point Babe hesitantly and mock-casually mentions that he’s thinking about going to Pride this year, and Eugene starts talking about Mardi Gras and Southern Decadence with such a happy nostalgia it tugs on Babe’s heart.

Gene already has access to the flat, and Babe already has access to friends, so before the coffee date is over they’ve agreed to put their bags together and host a pre-pride party

This immediately becomes Babe’s most important yearly tradition, and while Eugene is honestly a bit over it after the first one, what person in their right mind would deny the man????? their pride parties become Philly legend.

No one can really understand how the fuck Babe Heffron and Eugene Roe turned out such good fucking party planners, but they now are for some reason?

Renee and Anna are the founding members of a lesbian, later turned generally queer, friend group that put on combat boots and go bar hopping in Philly to spread the gay agenda. The Easy boys are a bit intimidated by the whole thing, but Babe fucking loves it. He’s their number one supporter. Spina is the equivalence of a ball boy, because he doesn’t like being in the centre but is very happy to assist the Cause by helping from the sidelines and patch up any scratches they get while doing it.

bonus:

this is not baberoe but happening in the background so constantly you can’t not mention it

Liebgott and Webster fight all. the. time. and they both love it. Seriously, they get really fucking pissed if anyone interrupts, both turning on the poor “peacemaker” like a pair of sharks to leave them alone to bicker in peace. The rest of them have stopped listening a long time ago.

#ask #headcanons #my writing #i guess #this got way too long I am so fucking invested #hope this is what you was looking for <3 #baberoe #babe heffron #eugene roe #band of brothers #band of brothers headcanons #Anonymous

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keiratheraven · 4 years

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Bentley 8 Squad Characters Description

(First, forgive me for my broken English. Second, sims close-up in sims 3 gameplay isn't so good and I can't install pose player for some reason, so I have to go to CAS just to take their closeups).

This is the description of the characters from my fanfiction, Bentley 8 Squad. Like I said in my previous post, they called themselves "Bentley 8" because all of them like Bentley cars. They are living together in a house in Sim City. Each nicknames represent their traits/styles and positions in this squad. Their friendships are inseparable, and they're always there for each other. They established a mental health community named "Im-perfection", and their goal is to help everyone who struggles with mental health. Their Im-perfection community tagline is: "It's okay to not be perfect, and we are perfect because of it". Despite their obstacles, they're always finding ways to chase their dreams in their early 20's. By the way, some original characteristics are changed for the storyline.

Angela Pleasant (Bentley Queen) - age 20

She's ambitious, fashionable, popular, cheerful, and a trendsetter. As a cheerleader captain and queen bee of Pleasantview high school, Angela knows how to fit in. She's always friendly to everyone despite her stuck-up personality, and it made some people nicknamed her "phony" behind her back. But as she gets older, she became more sincere, especially after she's taking a master's degree in psychology. She and her twin sister, Lilith, disliked each other when they were teens. But she apologized to her and they became friends. She also has interests in fashion design. She's a great home cook, and excellent at making cakes. Angela is a good listener to her seven housemates. She loves Dustin so much although they came from different social circles. She suffers from eating disorders and endometriosis, but it doesn't limit her to become a (soon-to-be) psychologist.

Lilith Pleasant (Bentley Gothic) - age 20

She's often misunderstood due to her attitude and black clothing. She's sharp, gloomy, sarcastic, hot-headed, and somewhat rude. But she's really nice if you know her well, and she will do everything for her close friends and lover (especially her boyfriend, Dirk).

Despite her parents (Daniel and Mary-Sue Pleasant) treated her unfairly and favored Angela over her, plus she and Angela disliked each other when they were teens, she's forgiving and didn't hold grudges. Unlike Angela who was a queen bee, Lilith was one of the outcasts in high school. As a lead vocalist in her high school band, and she's taking art major, Lilith is a great artist and talented rock singer/guitarist. She has bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder, but her manic-depressive phases make her even better at making arts and music. That's the way she deals with her mental disorders : pouring all her emotions into creations as a coping mechanism.

Dustin Broke (Bentley Rogue) - age 22

He's rebellious, bad-ass, tough, daredevil, and likes to break the laws. He used to be a criminal and drug dealer in high school. He liked to smoke weed and use cocaine. Back then, he liked to steal things. But actually, he's not a bad person. He's really soft on the inside but pretends to be tough. He cares a lot about his seven housemates, especially his beloved girlfriend (Angela). His mother, Brandi Broke, is married to Dirk's father (Darren Dreamer) several years after his father (Skip Broke) passed away.

Then, he realized his dream was never to become a criminal. He quits his criminal career to become an architect. Also, he suffers from schizophrenia caused by the drugs and trauma (his then-alcoholic mother, Brandi Broke, often beat him up when he was a teen), but medications and his job keeps him stable. He's getting nicer and trying to do good, although his rebellious nature is never faded.

Dirk Dreamer (Bentley Brain) - age 21

He's good, selfless, genius, bookworm, and compassionate. He's the smartest among them in this squad. He graduated from medical school at age 19, then he took psychiatry specialization aside from his dream to be a general practitioner because he wants to recover his girlfriend (Lilith), his step-brother (Dustin), and his best friend (Angela) from their mental disorders. As a kind doctor, Dirk is always helping people or put everyone's priority first before him, especially all of his housemates. His hard-work is because he wants to make his late mother proud. He's good at treating sick people or saving lives, and he'll be distressed if he fails to keep them alive. But, he has a terrible sense of humor. He has a library in their house, full of his book collections. Despite his struggle with type 1 diabetes, it doesn't stop him to become a successful doctor. He wrote a best-selling book about his journey as a diabetic psychiatric resident.

Johnny Smith (Bentley Leader) - age 23

He's nice, athletic, charismatic, commanding, and a party animal. He's so confident despite having a green skin due to alien descent. As the squad leader (and the oldest member) who has a black belt in karate, Johnny is trying his best to guide and protect all his friends and lover (Ophelia) in this squad. Johnny is a great organizer and planner. His perfectionist nature makes him never missed any arrangement. He has a bachelor's degree in business. He also likes to be a party DJ in the clubs. He's the second-best home cook in their household after Angela. Although sometimes he's loud and bossy to his seven housemates, it's because he cares and wants the best for them. He suffers from OCD and PTSD because he got beaten up by 9 people, stabbed on his abdomen, and thrown to the filthy dumpster due to hate crime against green-skinned sims when he was 18. But, he's trying to let go of the past, learning karate, and became a successful young executive.

Ophelia Nigmos (Bentley Flower) - age 22

She's kind, worrywart, mysterious, graceful, and patient. She likes every kind of flower, and her hobbies are gardening and writing. Motherly and nurturing, Ophelia knows how to give attention to her seven friends/housemates (especially her boyfriend, Johnny). She likes children, and she's working as a kindergarten (sometimes elementary school) teacher. She's also a talented writer. She has a strong interest in literature and has a bachelor's degree in it. She's also a successful blogger and their Im-perfection website admin as well. Her parents died when she was 10, and she became independent and quiet since she moved to Olive Specter's house in Strangetown. She's often panicking and worrying about the smallest things. Although she has anxiety and paranoid personality disorder, caused by the ghosts of her old house, only writing and gardening that can calm her down beside the meds.

Ripp Grunt (Bentley Clown) -

age 21

He's playful, humorous, hyperactive, talkative, and a heartbreaker. He slept with more than ten women (and also slept with men). But, he never fell in love with them like the way he fell in love with Ophelia and Johnny. As a drama student, Ripp is a talented actor and entertainer. He's great at imitating impressions. He can do a pantomime or stand up comedies as well. He likes to sing/play guitar and often posting duet cover videos with Lilith. He also likes to post pranking videos. His nice and funny personality makes him great at consoling his seven housemates when any of them gets sad, even though he often cries alone when he remembers his past because his father and older brother (Buzz and Tank Grunt) abused him when he was a teen. He wants to become a successful actor and musician despite his struggles with ADHD and chronic gastritis. Although sometimes he can't control his manners or actions, He's still trying to do the best.

Puck Summerdream (Bentley Fancy) - age 22

He's good, shy, polite, thoughtful, and serious. Charming and well-mannered, Puck knows how to treat everyone nicely. Coming from the most respected and wealthy family beside The Capps in Veronaville, makes him the richest sim in this squad. But he's still humble and doesn't want to talk about his wealth. Unlike his peers in Veronaville, Puck didn't want to get involved with Capp-Monty feuds, and he's always trying to be nice to both sides. He likes to wear suits and bowtie. He's an expert in classical music because he has double degrees in mathematics and fine arts (music branch). He likes to play the piano, violin, saxophone, and he can conduct an orchestra as well. He often treats his seven friends at the restaurants, movie theatre, and concerts. His sensitive nature makes him a little bit over-emotional. Despite his weak heart, and his depression caused by the death of his girlfriend (Hermia Capp) due to the mass shooting at Academie Le Tour three years ago, Puck will never let grief or disease obstructing his dreams. He became a successful conductor, and his dream is to bring peace with his music.

Bonus pics

Six of them autonomously spending time together at the gym (Lilith is not in the pic).

Puck and his new girlfriend, Marina Prattle from Bridgeport. She's really a pretty sim for a sims 3 premade.

#sims 2 characters #sims 3 screenshots #angela pleasant #lilith pleasant #dustin broke #dirk dreamer #johnny smith #ophelia nigmos #ripp grunt #puck summerdream #squad #mental illness #description #fanfiction #sims story #marina prattle #bentley 8 #sims 3

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bladekindeyewear · 4 years

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HS^2 bloggin’ upd8 2020-01-17

Alright, morningblogging yesterday’s 2020-01-17 upd8 to Homestuck^2 let’s go! Spoiler-free again. I kinda don’t want even the next chapter names image-spoiled above the cut anymore so I’m going to have to figure out WHAT to put above the cut in these liveblog posts for visual reinforcement... a unique silly icon? Going back once I’m done with the upd8 and posting something non-spoilery but weird-looking out of context?

Eh, can’t be assed. Just know that after this I’m going to pony up for the Patreon commentary and skim it for anything plot-useful to y’all (in a separate post). Let’s get started.

Okay, what’s next: Any bonuses? Oh, none! Phew. Unless those are coming faster too and just staggered differently, which would mean I gotta overcome my irrational pre-Homestuck-reading anxiety even MORE often. :T

No Homestuck you don’t GET to ask how my-- ah, right. :P

(FYI, HS^2 has been good to my emotions so far, quite a balm for the epilogues, so once I START reading I’m usually fine; but after being hurt so badly how could I possibly convince my lizard brain to trust it until it’s right in front of me? Seriously, just hearing that the upd8 has landed messes me up a bit until I come fix it by reading w/ y’all here.)

Okay, so whose feelings? As much as I’ve been waiting for Jade, I hope this isn’t about Jade.

> ==>

Ah fuck, we’re finally with the Pursuit Crew. Bracing myself. That means we get to see probably sleeping Jade ( :C ), full-swing DaveKat (approving nod), the first canon onscreen look at masculine-mode Roxy (<3), a probably pretty pissed off Kanaya (possibly either the feelings target, the one Saying How Are Your Feelings, or both), and uh... did they drag Callie along? Or leave her back there with her meta freakout? Probably left her back there, but... hm.

Let me turn up the brightness on this screen to sear these next pages into my retinas. (Also, it feels odd to still be using a four-person “==>” for these, although if Jade is still asleep the numbers might fit on both ends... :c )

> ==>

I don’t think Dad is in the spacefaring business, so this is probably one of Jake’s shittier spaceship designs.

> ==>

...well that’s a touch disturbing. Is that a Jade-occupied bed or are those just pillows?

Oh what the fresh fanfic’y heck is this command.

> i enter.

Okay that’s great. I got a kick out of that.

JADE [in calliope red]: the prince’s power grows.

--but that’s not. That explains the narrative command text, it’s alt!callie talking through a still conked-out Jade. Please let her wake up between speak-throughs, please tell me you’ve learned that trick?? I already know you’re gonna pull an “oh she was asleep pretty much all of those THREE YEARS OF TRAVEL” thing on me and that’s hard fucking enough to deal with.

KARKAT: JESUS CHRIST!

He’s actually using the full curse correctly, huh?

...These commands. Guess part of the puzzle is how much alt!Callie is being typically morbid and how much she might actually be wising up enough to get a kick out of this.

> the knight of blood falls.

DAVE: dude can you chill for like even a single fucking second DAVE: also are you ok

Has CallieJade chilled for even a single second this entire trip?? Is he asking just if Karkat’s okay or Jade too???

--yeah I’m overblowing things out of nervousness. Just wait and see a bit, boots.

Alt!Callie has at least learned to be more of a smartass:

> karkat is characteristically appreciative of the alarm call.

Shirt trade Karkat, nice. And uh, Jade’s dress sure is a... dress. Hm.

(Did alt!Callie alchemize adjustments to did she just luck out to have a red-symbol’d Bec belt and accent leggings? I’d prefer the former, because as much as it would be acceptable within Homestuck proper, using the transition between the epilogues and this new-author’d work to just HAPPEN to give her a fitting outfit without an excuse via providence is kind of lazy.)

KARKAT: OH, PARDON THE FUCK OUT OF ME FOR OVERREACTING A LITTLE WHEN MY GOOD FRIEND "POSSESSED JADE" BUSTS INTO MY RESPITEBLOCK AT 5 AM! KARKAT: NEXT TIME I’LL JUST PULL THE COVERS BACK AND LET HER CLIMB IN! JADE: i am uninterested in that scenario. KARKAT: GREAT! POSSESSED JADE ISN’T EVEN HORNY! HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT?

...please let that mean he’s not used to her being possessed all the time and she wakes up sometimes. PLEASE.

DAVE: but im pretty sure i locked that door JADE: i unlocked it with my mind. DAVE: fuck KARKAT: FANTASTIC. JADE: the prince’s powers are growing, but so are mine.

Dave, I’m pretty sure regular-ass no-Green-Sun Space powers can flip a few lock tumblers too. (--though, I guess from context this was a Jakeship technolock. Confirmation on the ship’s bad taste in design. --I think I’m foggily remembering it said in the Epilogues that they took one of Jake’s ships just like Dirk did, too... man, being depressed so much by the Epilogues sure took a lot out of my ability to recall them decently.)

KARKAT: LIKE YOU DON’T FLOAT AROUND LIKE A CREEPY PIECE OF SHIT ALL DAY AS IT IS?

God DAMN IT she’s been asleep and possessed the whole fucking time.

> sleep is abandoned, coffee sought.

More obligatory DaveKat being cute, somehow only emphasized by the embarrassing glowing-with-power observer who doesn’t really get any of it.

Ah, here we go:

> the rogue is also awake.

Oh huh. Cool!

Hero outfit, understated... her his choice of heart-shades color-coded to stand out from Dave more to avoid further mistaken identity cases. Works well! (Holy shit I only JUST remembered at the end to go back and correctly gender Roxy as him, that was close. I blame the epilogues for a lack of visual reinforcement; I shouldn’t have as much trouble soon enough. Seriously, I don’t remember ANYTHING without visual reinforcement, I think that’s why I remember so much of Homestuck proper so clearly.)

KARKAT: OH SHIT, THERE SHE IS! I DIDN’T EVEN HEAR HER FOLLOW US! ROXY: sometimes a girls just got to get her drift on i guess ROXY: it be like that

ilu roxy.

I missed Roxy so much, you guys. I need more of him remarking on all this crazy shit if I’m gonna stay sane though all this. (And I need more of him and AWAKE JADE kicking ass independently or together if I’m going to continue to believe there’s justice in the world.)

> ==>

We rarely saw Rose drinking anything but the rare coffee in canon, but I think Kanaya would have gotten her plenty into tea, yes. Or at the very least, wanting the aesthetic of drinking tea with Kanaya would have gotten Rose into tea even if it never crossed Kanaya’s mind to try the stuff.

ROXY: well i mean who knows what she drinks now ROXY: dirk probs tossed the coffee machine out the space window right away ROXY: dude doesnt "believe" in "substances" > the prince is contemplated for a moment in silence.

FUCK, Dirk can see the narrative all the way out here??? No wonder alt!Callie’s forced to have possession turned on 24/7. That’s fucking disappointing. How the hell are we going to get any proper Jade time with THAT hanging over our heads? She’d only be able to do anything when Dirk’s knocked out, and maybe not even THEN!

I was virtually promised more of actual non-asleep Jade getting shit done in HS^2. Now there’s an even longer wait on it than I expected. This sucks.

(EDIT: BOY did I misread that link line. Thinking “is contemplated” meant is sitting contemplating, when it meant "is being contemplated by everyone here". That was dumb of me.)

*clicks that next link*

Oh my goodness, Roxy joined the Bird Hair Crew. It makes him look like a fucking asshole but I kind of love it.

KARKAT: IS THERE MILK?

I can’t believe Karkat is okay with drinking milk. --yes, culturally Trolls are more comfortable with animal excretions than we are, but you would’ve thought years of railing against Equius would have purged any tolerance the idea of milk from his psyche.

I guess Dave introduced him to cereal, and it was all over from there.

DAVE: this is more like a castle DAVE: a castle of idk DAVE: twenty something ennui

Sounds like a relatable mood. Especially considering Dirk probably decided to conquer reality out of almost nothing but twenty-something ennui.

Alright. You aren’t going to turn Kanaya into an alcoholic or anything on us are you?

> the knight of time seeks a sylph...

--this is the shittiest shipboard starship aesthetic.

> ...and finds her, momentarily.

WOW that looks fucking depressed. :(

> ==>

...okay you know what? Never mind. That outfit has wrapped straight back around into Trying Too Hard and is now hilarious.

DAVE: you ever feel like our whole lives are eventually gonna end up like this DAVE: just blasting through space on a sweeps long journey to ""somewhere"" chasing after or running from some vague enemy thats sometimes a god modded pet dog and sometimes your dad DAVE: without the faintest fucking idea of whats going to happen when we get there DAVE: thats a little specific but you know what i mean

Why do you think the epilogues upset us so much? We thought we’d won free of that bullshit.

> ==>

Oh jesus christ that’s the most depressingly sad I’ve ever seen Kanaya drawn. :C

--Karkat got you to watch Serendipity? That’s amazing, Dave.

KANAYA: You Arent Reminding Me Of Her As I Rarely Think Of Anything Else KANAYA: I Close My Eyes And I See Her KANAYA: I Keep Them Open And I See Her

Fuck.

Y’know how little showing these two in love and actually HAPPY together we’ve seen in this entire comic and its subworks? Despite them having spent at least a few happy years together we only saw in tiny screenclips? And how Candy alluded super hard that they most likely couldn’t get that in this real timeline where shit’s going down?

Seriously, FUCK. You could at least pretend to give us some hope, here.

Oh no, don’t ask for the nursery story, Dave. Unless it turns out to be a funny one or a Rose twist on an old story or something. Which it probably is, I should stop worrying.

> ==>

KANAYA: Oh Its A Wriggler Story About A Young Prince And The Beloved Flower He Loved And Lost DAVE: flower DAVE: like a plant KANAYA: Its A Fairytale Dave DAVE: right KANAYA: A Singular Wild Rose He Failed To Cherish When He Had Her KANAYA: And His Journey Of Discovering What She Meant To Him All Along KANAYA: Culminating In A New Quest To Find Her And Win Her Back

Dirk you PIECE OF SHIT did you rewrite the narrative of the fucking STORIES SHE TOLD CHILDREN?!?? Does the fact that alt!Callie is only in the present mean he can rewrite ANY past event we didn’t literally SEE??? FUCK you. Seriously fuck all of this.

Please tell me she was kidding just then, or realizes there’s fucking something wrong with what she’s saying and getting angry or.

(EDIT: shoutyourporpoise replied: "Hey, idk If you picked up on this, but the 'nursery story' Rose told to the wigglers is just The Little Prince, which is maybe a BIT early for them to read, but I don't think that's a case of Dirk changing the narrative; its just Rose being Too Adult as usual." Oh, damn, I didn't even CATCH that it was that story. That makes all of this a lot more forgivable, even if pretty unforgivably leaning into the fiction that Dirk used to brainwash and kidnap her. Maybe that's exactly why it worked -- fiction, a story so blazed into the public consciousness? Hm. Thanks, shoutyourporpoise.)

KANAYA: But In A Way I Feel As If It Is the Greater Universe Trying To Tell Me Something

Mother fuck I’m even going to have to see our protagonists warped by Dirk when they’re ostensibly FULLY SHIELDED aren’t I. There’s only so much of that I would be able to take, you know.

KANAYA: It May Simply Stem From My Longing To See Her Again And How Much Is Indicative Of Something More Sinister KANAYA: She Is A Goddess Of Light And The Only Of Her Kind We Know Is Alive After All KANAYA: Maybe Shes Wrested Dominion Of The Entire Concept In All Its Appearances Within This Frame Of Reference

Hm. Well, it being a product of Rose’s ascension instead of Dirk’s is possibly a more charitable take, with Ultimate Rose projecting the delusion enforced on her backward, visible to past Rose’s Sight when she isn’t paying attention and thus paving the way for Dirk to paradoxically exploit that “ideal” as something Lighty and Important and “Perfect”. I still don’t fucking like it though.

> ==>

DAVE: sorry i know you say you got your badass monster powers but kanaya you look tired as hell DAVE: not that im tryna psyche you or whatever but youre waxing poetic in the dark which i guess is maybe on brand but still

Yyyep.

DAVE: unless terezi is lurking in the vents somewhere and now that i bring that up its actually not out of the question so im kind of gonna be thinking about that one for a while

Pffff.

DAVE: youre the only person i know whos still basically the same as when i met you

--Which is kind of going to have to change, right? She’s got some other cosmic purpose ready to change her a little more than she changed pre-human-troll-meetup, you’d think.

> ==>

Cute as hell.

> ==>

KANAYA: How Are Your Feelings

There’s the title drop. I’d think Dave’s doing pretty well, considering? Still fucked over by Dirk betraying and tricking Rose away who he’s been close with all his life, but.

> ==>

DAVE: except sometimes your best friend disappears and your other best friend goes into a ghost coma and your third best friend fucks off to space with your dad DAVE: the dude youve spent the last 7 years convincing yourself isnt an egomaniacal anime villain DAVE: and who isnt actually lying in wait to completely decimate your life and your emotions and shit

Ah... yeah. A little worse than my casual list, huh? Forgot that Jade vanishing into a possession-coma for THREE FUCKING YEARS is going to be hard on people inside the comic too, fuck.

DAVE: maybe it was naive to think that a bunch of twenty something trauma victims could run a society

I was honestly surprised they TRIED to run society at all. Jasp even just highlighted a big reason why not in the bonuses.

DAVE: cool how earth c existed for centuries then we show up and manage to ruin society in seven fucking years

Well, the trolls got THEIR lesson on why they didn’t deserve to rule over their new universe like gods; I guess some of y’all needed that lesson too?

DAVE: every serious conversation i have inevitably falls apart into riffing on a casual acquaintances ass

True.

Dammit, Dave didn’t feel like he could just be Some Guy even on Earth C. :(

> ==>

...don’t think I’ve forgotten that nursery story, though. I don’t want to think that it was something that ACTUALLY past happened, especially not without manipulation. Like maybe past Rose was foreseeing the false purpose that Dirk wrote for her or the like, a cooperative misunderstanding between the two instead of Dirk or Rose literally reaching back in time.

> meanwhile...

KARKAT: WAIT, WHY THE FUCK AM I EVEN ASKING? HE’S OBVIOUSLY NOT FINE. KARKAT: ARE ANY OF US? ARE YOU? ROXY: not rly KARKAT: EXACTLY.

--Oh right. I remember that Callie and Roxy were going reasonably steady in Meat even though it was only alluded to, she didn’t freak out and stay awol or what have you. That’s good to remember. But it means Roxy deliberately left her behind to go on this dangerous quest, for years. :C

KARKAT: KANAYA BARELY EVEN TALKS, CALLIOPE WON’T LEAVE THEIR CABIN, JADE JUST FLOATS AROUND LIKE A CREEPY BALLOON THAT’S MOSTLY MADE OF HAIR.

Oh, SHIT. I should have read one line further. They DID bring her. Alt!Callie being here too must really FUCK with her. ...maybe she can actually learn to accept that alternate way her life might’ve played out, though?

KARKAT: THE REALLY FUCKED UP THING IS I MIGHT BE THE MOST OKAY OUT OF ALL OF US, WHICH IS HOW YOU KNOW SHIT HAS REALLY GONE GLOBES UP.

Quite true.

ROXY: ur kinda an intense dude anybody ever tell u that KARKAT: NO.

Pff.

> ==>

KARKAT: AGAINST PRETTY MUCH ALL ODDS, AND DESPITE ME NOT DESERVING ANY OF IT, I ENDED UP GETTING PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING I WANTED. KARKAT: OVER AND OVER AGAIN. KARKAT: SOMETIMES IT ALMOST FEELS LIKE WHATEVER SLATHERING MONSTROSITY OF A COSMIC HELLBEAST THAT PUT ALL THIS SHIT INTO MOTION...ACTUALLY LIKES ME?

Well, if you want to blame Lord English for instance... we never saw Caliborn and Karkat interact much, but the parallels between the two were drawn so severely that Caliborn was basically the idealized, multiverse-threatening Ultimate Kismesis that he’d always dreamed of. And operated against him without him even ever quite realizing it.

If a level of “respect” went from Caliborn to Karkat, too, from his Lord-Englishy vision nigh-omnipresent, then this outcome isn’t very surprising at all.

> ==>

(I don’t quite feel I get why Roxy shifted to this exasperated-Dave expression, but I get logically that he’d been waiting for Karkat to make a breakfast choice... Homestuck proper rarely pulled a “last line said corresponds to next-panel’s expression” without either leaving the conversation blank or having the NEXT lines of the conversation reinforce it, to prevent this inelegant misunderstanding. Andrew was really damned talented in getting his point across visually, in that regard. Just like, that careful visual intent delivery.)

Alright, I guess that’s it for this short upd8! Meeting the pursuit crew was both more and less difficult than I expected. Hopefully I get desensitized a bit as the characters continue to feel semi-almost-sorta-fine.

I have NO idea how this group is gonna work as a proper crew when we get to whatever weird other-players’ session this shit is going down in, though.

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #bladekindeyewear #blastyoboots #spoiler #spoilers #shoutyourporpoise

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This Might As Well Happen

New in Town, John Mulaney comedy special. My Favorite Shapes, Julio Torres comedy special; Palm Springs 2020 Max Barbakow movie; Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency tv show.

“And by the way, part of me was like whatever, you know? You ever have those days where you’re like, this might as well happen. Adult life is already so goddamn weird.”

I think about this John Mulaney quote a lot. Especially now in the year of our lord 2020. Anyway, I love his brand of comedy, and this quote is from his special New in Town, currently streaming on Netflix. You can also find clips of it on YouTube, it’s from his bit about the time he tried to get a Xanax prescription, or listen to the album on Spotify.

It’s a meandering, wonderful mess of a thing, as John Mulaney tells stories about being a kid growing up in Chicago with two lawyers for parents to moving to New York City, being a comedy writer, dating his girlfriend, and watching Law & Order. He also dumps on Delta Airlines, so he gets some brownie points from me for that.

“I have a lot of shapes, but not a lot of time. So we have to start immediately.” I adore Julio Torres’s My Favorite Shapes, currently on HBO. If you’re looking for another comedy special, give this one a try. It’s totally opposite to the usual “empty stage, stool with a water bottle, unremarkable but nice outfit” generally seen in comedy specials (e.g. John Mulaney’s). Instead, Julio Torres walks on stage wearing a beautiful, shimmery silver suit that he designed, takes a seat behind a pastel conveyer belt structure, and proceeds to tell the audience all about his cactus, and his little plastic seahorse, and his tiny glass swan, and many more of his favorite shapes. It’s delightful.

“It’s one of those infinite time loop situations you might have heard about?” “That I might have heard about?” “Yeah.” Palm Springs, starring Andy Samberg as Nyles and Cristin Milioti as Sarah, fully embraces the weirdness of the forever-living-the-same-day trope, and I love it for that. Watch Nyles and Sarah waste some time in this excellent rom-com, streaming on Hulu.

“Have you noticed an acceleration of strangeness in your life as of late?” I really did not know what I was getting myself into when I watched the first episode of Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency—I’d heard good things but really did not know what it was about. Turns out, this sci-fi-fantasy-mystery-comedy is based on books by Douglas Adams (who also wrote The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy), which makes a lot of sense. Things happen and just keep happening, everything is connected, and the characters have no choice but to roll with it.

#comedy #movies #tv

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Riverdale Characters as Game Of Thrones Characters (Part 2).

#6. Toni Topaz (GOT Character: Margaery Tyrell)

Queen Margaery Tyrell

Queen Margaery Tyrell is the only daughter of Lord Mace Tyrell and his wife, Lady Alerie Hightower. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones she is played by Natalie Dormer. Margaery has thick, softly curling brown hair and large brown eyes. She has a slender but womanly figure with smooth and unblemished pale skin and small breasts. Margaery is fair and lively, with a shy and sweet smile. She is regarded as beautiful or pretty by most. Tyrion Lannister considers her to be just as comely as Sansa Stark. Both Sansa and Cersei Lannister note the similarities in appearance between Margaery and her youngest brother, Loras. According to Cersei, Margaery and Loras look more alike than Cersei and her twin, Jaime. According to Renly Baratheon, there are people who claim Margaery looks like Lyanna Stark. Margaery is intelligent and shrewd, taking after her cunning grandmother, Lady Olenna Tyrell. Margaery is her protégée, and as such, Olenna has made certain that Margaery is capable of protecting herself from those who might use or abuse her. Varys describes Margaery as sweet and tractable. Sansa considers Margaery to be sweet and gentle, while Cersei considers her to be restless, as Margaery often goes for a ride, a trip by boat, or out hawking. The generous Margaery is popular with smallfolk. She follows the Faith of the Seven. Margaery’s attire includes a sheer gown of ivory silk, Myrish lace, and seed pearls. She also wears green with a cloak of autumn flowers and a pale green samite gown with a tight-laced bodice that bares her shoulders and the top of her bosom. Margaery was born at High garden in 283 AC to Lord Mace Tyrell and Lady Alerie Hightower. She has three older brothers, Willas, Garlan, and Loras. When she was a little girl, Willas used to read to her, and draw her pictures of the stars Margaery has been riding horses since she was old enough to walk.

Read more about Margaery Tyrell here and here.

#7. Kevin Keller (GOT Character: Ser Loras Tyrell)

Ser Loras Tyrell

Ser Loras Tyrell, also known as the Knight of Flowers, is a knight from House Tyrell and the third son of Lord Mace Tyrell of Highgarden and his wife, Lady Alerie Hightower. He is a highly skilled knight and jouster. His tournament successes, dazzling good looks, and ostentatious showmanship has made him a celebrated figure in the courts of the Seven Kingdoms. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones Loras is portrayed by Finn Jones. His personal coat of arms is three golden roses on a field of green, indicating his position as a third son. Loras is exceptionally handsome. His hair is a mass of lazy brown curls and ringlets which tumble over his eyes, which have been described as brown, liquid gold, big, and intelligent and lively. Tyrion Lannister thinks Loras is beautiful and already a legend, and that half the girls in the Seven Kingdoms want to bed him and all the boys want to be him. Sansa Stark also thinks Loras is beautiful, and that he is lithe and graceful with wonderful eyes. Loras is beloved by the smallfolk, especially women. While courteous he is still thirsty for glory and can be short-tempered and impetuous. Tyrion finds him a prickly lad. Oberyn Martell does not believe that Loras is as good a warrior as he is a tourney jouster. According to semi-canon source, Loras is in love with Renly Baratheon, and Loras’s father, Mace, and grandmother, Olenna, are aware of his sexuality. Loras is Mace’s favorite son. Despite his youth and slender frame, Loras is a capable warrior, using axes, lances, morningstars, and swords to deadly effect. Loras’s silver armor, which is decorated with sapphires and twining black vines was made by Tobho Mott. He also uses silver mail and a green shield. Golden roses decorate the crest of his helm. Loras wears a cloak of forget-me-nots sewn to a heavy woolen cape. His horses include a speedy grey mare and a tall white stallion. Loras was born at Highgarden in 282 AC. He has two older brothers, Willas and Ser Garlan, and one younger sister, Margaery.Loras squired for Lord Renly Baratheon at Storm’s End, and grew close to him. He soon became Renly’s lover. At the young age of fifteen, Loras received his knighthood. Loras purchased his armor from Tobho Mott’s shop in the Street of Steel in King’s Landing. During the tourney on Prince Joffrey’s name day in 298 AC, Loras defeated Ser Hosteen Frey and Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard in the joust. Renly’s brother, King Robert I Baratheon, won a Valyrian steel dagger from Loras’s victory.

Read more about Loras Tyrell here and here.

#8. Josie McCoy (GOT Character: Missandei)

Missandei

Missandei is a Naathi scribe in service to Kraznys mo Nakloz, one of the Good Masters of Astapor. In the television adaptation, Game of Thrones, she is portrayed by Nathalie Emmanuel. Missandei has a round flat face, dusky skin, and eyes like molten gold. Although only ten, she is very strong-willed and intelligent. She has a sweet, strong voice. Missandei was taught to refer to herself as “this one” instead of using first-person pronouns, a habit she tries to overcome once she is freed from slavery. Missandei and her brothers were born on the island of Naath. They were eventually captured by raiders from the Basilisk Isles, and sold into slavery in Astapor. Three of her brothers became Unsullied, but one was killed in training, and only Marselen and Mossador remain. She remembers Mossador teaching her to climb trees. Missandei had a noticeable gift, easily learning languages. Consequently, the Good Masters chose to train her as a scribe. Missandei has been trained to speak the Common Tongue of Westeros, High Valyrian, and bastard Valyrian. She has some knowledge of Ghiscari. Missandei is a slave interpreter and scribe for Kraznys mo Nakloz, when Daenerys Targaryen comes to inspect the Unsullied in Astapor. She leaves untranslated several of his insults, and edits some of his words to sound more polite and pleasant, leaving out entirely his sexual proposals.

Read more about Missandei here and here.

#9. Reggie Mantle (GOT Characters: Prince Theon Greyjoy)

Prince Theon Greyjoy

Prince Theon Greyjoy is a member of House Greyjoy and is the sole surviving son and heir apparent of Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands. At the end of Greyjoy’s Rebellion, Theon was taken to Winterfell as a hostage and ward to Lord Eddard Stark. He becomes a POV character in A Clash of Kings. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones, he is played by Alfie Allen. Theon is a lean, dark, handsome youth who seems to find everything amusing. He is known for his confidence and his cocky smile. He is promiscuous and vain, but behind his arrogant exterior hides insecurities relating to his uncertain familial and social identity. Theon seeks approval from the Starks, but usually feels unsatisfied. The youth is not particularly religious. Theon wears a fur-lined cloak, black silk gloves, black leather boots, silvery-grey lambswool breeches, a white leather belt, and a black velvet doublet embroidered with the kraken of House Greyjoy. He has purchased a golden chain with gold. Another outfit includes a satin tunic striped black and gold and a leather jerkin with silver studs. For combat situations Theon wears a black kraken-emblazoned surcoat over a shirt of fine mail. An experienced hunter and rider, Theon is accomplished with the longbow and he also wields a dirk. He carries a longsword in a scabbard striped with the Greyjoy colors of black and gold. Theon refers to Theon Stark, a King in the North, as his namesake. Theon received beatings at Pyke from his older brothers, Rodrik and Maron. He received his first sword from Dagmer Cleftjaw. Theon was a boy of ten when Greyjoy’s Rebellion was crushed and his brothers were killed, making him the heir to House Greyjoy and the Iron Islands. Theon was taken from his father, Lord Balon Greyjoy, as a hostage and ward by Lord Eddard Stark and has been raised at Winterfell for nine years since. Considered to be in fosterage, Theon was raised with the Stark children and tutored with them in all disciplines, including instructions from Maester Luwin and training at arms from Ser Rodrik Cassel. His relationship with the Starks is respectful, and he has come to consider Robb a close friend and younger brother. Although they trained together, Theon ignored the sullen Jon Snow, Lord Eddard’s bastard son and another outsider in the family. However, though he claims to Catelyn Stark that Lord Eddard was like a second father to him, and although Eddard indeed attempted to be like a father to him from time to time, Theon still thought Eddard to be cold. As a child, Theon used to think that Eddard might marry him to his eldest daughter Sansa and claim him for a son.Theon and Robb trained with wooden swords on the steps of Winterfell, and together with Jon Snow were trained at arms by Ser Rodrik Cassel. He played in the castle’s godswood, and participated in melees during tourneys. In 296 AC Theon traveled with Lord Eddard to Torrhen’s Square, where he spent a fortnight with Benfred Tallhart, whom Theon teased for his large neck. Theon has slept with numerous women, including Kyra and Bessa of the winter town and a miller’s wife along the Acorn Water. He lost his virginity in Winterfell’s godswood.

Read more about Theon Greyjoy here and here.

#10. Jellybean Jones (GOT Character: King Bran Stark)

Bran Stark (King Bran I)

Brandon Stark, typically called Bran and later on known as King Bran I or Bran the Broken, is the second son of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn Tully. He is one of the major POV characters in the books. He has four older siblings—Robb, Jon, Sansa, Arya—and one younger—Rickon. Like his siblings, he is constantly accompanied by his direwolf, Summer, with whom he shares a strong warg connection. He is seven years old at the beginning of A Game of Thrones. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones he is played by Isaac Hempstead-Wright. Bran favors his mother Catelyn in appearance, having the thick auburn hair and deep blue eyes of the Tullys. Bran is a sweet and thoughtful boy, well-loved by everyone at Winterfell. He has a fascination with climbing and exploring along the walls and ramparts of the castle. Catelyn once jested that Bran could climb before he could walk, however, his climbing often distresses her. Like his siblings, he is also dutiful and tough-minded, but also possesses a propensity for adventure and excitement; he yearns to see far off places one day and dreams of becoming a knight. His half-brother Jon Snow fondly thinks to himself that Bran was always "stubborn and curious", and in like manner constantly wanted to join in the play of the older boys, believing himself an adult at seven. Born at Winterfell in 290 AC at the height of summer, Bran is the second son and fourth child of Catelyn Tully and Eddard Stark, head of House Stark. He is named after his late uncle, Eddard's elder brother Brandon, whose death was one of the major events that led to Robert's Rebellion in 282 AC. Bran has three older siblings (Robb, Sansa, and Arya) and one younger (Rickon). He also has a bastard half-brother, Jon Snow. As a child, Bran was educated by Maester Luwin and trained with weapons by the master-at-arms, Ser Rodrik Cassel. A year before Bran's birth, in 289 AC, Eddard brought to Winterfell a hostage, Theon Greyjoy, the last surviving son of Balon Greyjoy, Lord of the Iron Islands. Although Robb and Theon became close after Greyjoy's Rebellion, Bran never warmed to his father's ward. Bran enjoys exploring the castle, as he believes it allows him to know its secrets. Since he was a babe, Bran often climbed the walls of Winterfell, scaring Catelyn to death. Once, she pleaded for him to stop, and extracted a promise for him to do so, which he kept for barely a fortnight. When Bran, wracked with guilt, confessed this to Eddard, he ordered his son to the Winterfell godswood to cleanse himself, where Bran was eventually found asleep in the tallest sentinel tree. Ned then accepted his climbing, but told him to try to not let his lady mother see him. Lady Stark then turned to others in the castle: first, Maester Luwin, who once made a boy out of pottery and threw it from Winterfell's walls to show Bran what would happen if the boy were to fall while climbing, then, to Old Nan, who told him a story of a boy who climbed too high, was struck by lightning and had his eyes eaten by crows, and finally the castle guards, who chased Bran from tower to tower in an attempt to haul him down. Each attempt was fruitless, and Bran continued his climbing. The boy enjoys feeding corn to the crows atop the broken tower. Bran loves hearing Old Nan's stories, preferring the scary ones above all else concerning the children of the forest, the Long Night, and the Others. He is also enthralled by tales of mystery knights and the Kingsguard, and asks to hear their stories over and over until their names become like music to him. However, he is disappointed to be informed by his father that the new Kingsguard is not as it once was.

Read more about Bran Stark here and here.

#11. Hiram Lodge (Game Of Thrones Character: Tywin Lannister)

Lord Tywin Lannister

Lord Tywin Lannister is Lord of Casterly Rock, Shield of Lannisport, and Warden of the West. The head of House Lannister, Tywin is one of the most powerful lords in Westeros, and is the father of Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion. He loves his children Jaime and Cersei, but despises Tyrion. This is partly because Tyrion is deformed, but also Tywin blames his son for causing his beloved wife Joanna's death during his birth, as well as for shaming the family name with his frequent whoring. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones, Tywin is portrayed by Charles Dance. Tywin is a tall, slender, broad-shouldered man in his fifties. He has kept his head shaved ever since he started going bald, but grows out bushy golden side-whiskers, and has green eyes flecked with gold. In battle, he wears deep crimson armor highlighted with gold, with a cloth-of-gold cape. Tywin is a calculating, intelligent, politically astute, ruthless, and controlling man. He dedicates his life and efforts towards maintaining the Lannisters' prestige, and ensuring House Lannister is respected, or at least feared. He is a proven battle commander and politician, and has a very powerful presence combined with an intimidating gaze. Tywin was the first born of Tytos Lannister and his wife Jeyne Marbrand. His early years were formative ones, shaping his mind and resolve for the life that lay ahead of him. Tywin was forced to watch his mighty house nearly brought to ruin through his father's actions. His father while a gentle and amiable man was also weak willed and eager to please, loans went unpaid and his bannermen did what they pleased mocking him in their cups or openly defying him.According to Genna Lannister, when Tytos agreed to marry her to Emmon Frey, the second son of Lord Walder Frey, just to please Lord Walder. The betrothal was announced at a feast in 252 AC, with most of the Lords of the West in attendance. Upon the announcement, Lord Roger Reyne left the hall in anger and Ellyn Reyne laughed aloud. The rest of Lord Tytos's vassals sat on their tongues, only the ten-year-old Tywin spoke out against the wedding because he thought it an uneven match. Tytos later sent Tywin to King's Landing to serve as a royal cupbearer at King Aegon V Targaryen's court. At the royal court Tywin befriended the young Prince Aerys and the heir to Storm's End, Steffon Baratheon. His cousin, Joanna Lannister, also served at the royal court as a companion and lady-in-waiting to Princess Rhaella Targaryen. During the War of the Ninepenny Kings, eleven thousand westermen under the leadership Tywin's uncle, Ser Jason Lannister (who would later perish in the war) were sent to fight beside the forces of the Iron Throne in the Stepstones. Tywin who was already a knight by then joined the Lannister force as did his brothers Kevan and Tygettas squires. The young Prince Aerys Targaryen served as a squire during the war and when he won his knighthood, Tywin was granted the honor of knighting his friend. House Lannister's reputation was low because of Tywin's weak father, Tytos. Tywin decided to take ruthless steps to rectify the situation and restore the family honor and fortune from its near ruin. Upon the return of Ser Tywin Lannister from the Stepstones with his brothers, Ser Kevan (newly knighted) and Tygett Lannister who while still a squire had distinguished himself well in the fighting. The three were now battle hardened from the war, they knew how their House was regarded by others under the misrule of their sire and were determined to change that. Tywin Lannister took upon himself the task of restoring his house's dominance. The young Tywin, declared to his father he was restoring House Lannister to its proper place, Lord Tytos protested feebly before returning to the comfort and embrace of his current mistress, who was a wet nurse. Tywin began by demanding the repayment of the gold his father lent out, those who could not repay immediately had to send a hostage to Casterly Rock until their debt was settled. He charged his brother Kevan with command of five hundred knights, who were all blooded and seasoned veterans from the War of the Ninepenny Kings and had them rid the westerlands of robber knights and bandit outlaws. Some hastened to obey, and Ser Harys Swyft stated, "The Lion has awoken." Unable to pay the loan at the time, Ser Harys agreed to surrender his daughter Dorna into Ser Kevan's custody, elsewhere the collectors were met with sullen resistance and open defiance. Roger Reyne reportedly laughed when he read Tywin's edicts and counseled his friends and vassals to do nothing.Lord Walderran Tarbeck unwisely choose a different course. He rode to Casterly Rock to confront Lord Tytos, confident he could easily cow Tytos to rescind his son's edicts. Lord Tytos was not present when Lord Tarbeck arrived at court, but the young Tywin was and ordered Lord Walderran imprisoned for disloyalty.In return, Lady Ellyn Tarbeck seized three Lannisters - two Lannisters of Lannisport, as well as Stafford Lannister, whose sister was betrothed to Tywin and threatened them harm unless her Lord and husband was returned. This awoke Lord Tytos who was determined to get his late brother's son, Stafford, back alive and ignored Tywin's suggestion that Lord Walderran should be sent back to his wife in three pieces, one for every Lannister taken. Tytos returned Walderran unharmed and even forgave the Tarbeck debt to House Lannister, further weakening the position of the House. Tywin was determined to bring the overmighty and belligerent vassals to heel. Late in the year of 261 AC Tywin (who did not seek his lord father's leave, nor even informed him of his intent) sent a raven message to both Tarbeck Hall and Castamere demanding that they present themselves at Casterly Rock to answer for their crimes. Both refused (as Tywin knew they would) and choose defiance, rising in revolt and renouncing their fealty to House Lannister. Tywin rode forth himself taking command of the Lannister forces and immediately marched against the upstart vassals taking the army he had already gathered prior to sending the raven messages.Thus, Tywin took upon himself the task of putting down House Tarbeck and House Reyne, for their defiance and showing the world that the Lion of Lannister was a beast to fear. Tywin crushed both vassal houses with ruthless efficiency, destroying both houses entirely so that their lines were ended, leaving their ruined and shattered castles as a mute testimony to the fate that awaits those who scorn the power of Casterly Rock. Such was the brutality of Tywin's destruction of House Reyne that a song called "The Rains of Castamere" was written as a tribute to the event. Indeed when Lord Farman of Faircastle later grew truculent Tywin sent a messenger with a lute instead of a letter and once "The Rains of Castamere" was played Lord Farman caused no further trouble.Upon the death of King Jaehaerys II Targaryen, the newly-crowned King Aerys II Targaryen choose his friend Ser Tywin as Hand of the King, impressed by the ruthlessness demonstrated against the rebellious Reynes and Tarbecks. Tywin spent much of his time at the court of King's Landing, his father continued to rule the westerlands for the next few years, though still a weak Lord none of his other vassals dared cause trouble after seeing what his heir Tywin did to Reynes and Tarbecks.When Tywin's father Tytos finally keeled over of a burst heart in 267 AC while climbing a flight of steps to visit his new mistress, Ser Tywin became the Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. Upon his return to Casterly Rock after hearing of his father's death, Tywin found his father's new mistress trying on one of his late mother's gowns. Tywin learned that while he was away serving as at King's Landing, his father's mistress, the daughter of a chandler, dominated Tytos utterly, ordering about the household knights and dismissing servants and helping herself to his late wife's jewelery. Tywin had her stripped naked and forced the sobbing woman to walk the streets of Lannisport to confess to every man she met that she was a thief and a harlot before banishing her from the westerlands. As a result of his father's follies Tywin Lannister never laughed as he mistrusted laughter, hearing too much of it directed at his father and House Lannister in his youth. Tywin also seldom smiled when he was young and never smiled again after his wife's death.

Read more about Tywin Lannister here and here.

#11. Hermione Lodge (GOT Character: Queen Cersei Lannister)

Queen Cersei Lannister

Queen Cersei Lannister is the only daughter and eldest child of Lord Tywin Lannister of Casterly Rock and his wife, Lady Joanna Lannister. She is the twin of her younger brother, Ser Jaime Lannister. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones Cersei is played by Lena Headey, and is portrayed when she is a child by Nell Williams in a Season 5 flashback. After Robert's Rebellion, Cersei married King Robert I Baratheon and became Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She is the mother of Prince Joffrey, Princess Myrcella, and Prince Tommen of House Baratheon of King's Landing. Cersei becomes a POV character in A Feast for Crows. When they were children, Cersei and her twin-brother, Jaime, looked so alike not even their father, Tywin, could tell them apart. As adults, they still significantly resemble each other. Cersei is a strikingly beautiful woman, with golden hair, emerald green eyes, fair skin, and a slender, graceful figure. Cersei is willful, ambitious and has a certain low cunning. She is hungry and greedy for power. Cersei believes herself to be subtle and politically astute. She hates being excluded from power on account of her gender, and resents the customs and conventions put on her because she is female. She thinks of herself as a female version of her father, and feels slighted when people do not obey her commands as they would have done for Lord Tywin, but instead give her their counsel, or disagree with her, which she faults on her gender. Cersei is impatient, and never forgets a slight, whether real or imagined. She considers caution to be cowardice and disagreement for defiance. Her quick temper and her easily wounded pride frequently lead her to make rash decisions, and she rarely considers what unintended consequences her actions might have. She does not shy away from using sex as a weapon. Cersei was born in 266 AC as the first-born child and only daughter to Ser Tywin Lannister, heir to Casterly Rock, and his wife, Lady Joanna. Cersei was born shortly before her twin brother Jaime, who was holding her foot. King Aerys II Targaryen sent the twins their weights in gold as a name day gift, and commanded Tywin to bring the children to court when they were old enough to travel.[1] It is currently unknown whether this visit to King's Landing actually occurred, as the royal court came to Casterly Rock following the death of Lord Tytos Lannister in 276 AC. Cersei and Jaime did visit King's Landing in 272 AC, when their mother brought them from Casterly Rock for the Anniversary Tourney held to celebrate the tenth year of King Aerys's reign. During their early childhood, Cersei and Jaime were inseparable. They looked so similar as children, up to the point that not even their father was able to keep them apart. Because of their similar looks, Cersei occasionally wore Jaime’s clothes and took lessons from the master-at-arms in his stead, without anyone realizing. They played in the bowels of Casterly Rock, where the caged lions of Cersei's late grandfather, Tytos, were kept. Cersei and Jaime would dare each other to climb into the cage. Cersei once dared to go as far as touch one of the lions, until her brother pulled her away. Cersei and Jaime slept together in the same bed when they were very young, and experimented together in a sexual manner at a young age. During one of these encounters, they were caught by a servant who informed their mother. A guard was placed near Cersei's bedchamber, whilst Jaime's bedchamber was moved to the other side of the castle. The twins were told never to do anything like that ever again, as Joanna would otherwise be forced to tell their father. Cersei's mother died not long thereafter, in 273 AC, when giving birth to Cersei's younger brother, Tyrion. For killing her mother, Cersei despised her youngest sibling. Shortly after Joanna's death, the Princess of Dorne visited Casterly Rock with her two youngest children, Elia and Oberyn Martell. Though Tyrion was kept out of sight during the visit of the Martells, Cersei promised Princess Elia to show Tyrion to her. Threatening her brother's wet nurse before sending her away, Cersei undid Tyrion's swaddling clothes and hurt her little brother, until Jaime stopped her. The Princess of Dorne proposed a betrothal between Cersei and Oberyn, during this visit, but she was refused, and Tywin informed her that Cersei was meant as a bride for Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

Read more about Cersei Lannister here and here.

Look for Part 3 soon.

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razieltwelve · 5 years

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Another Season

So… another season ends for the San Antonio Spurs. Normally, I’d be filled with rage at this point, filled with the belief that this year could have been the year if only the refs weren’t blind or if only a few more shots had fallen.

Not this year.

I first became a Spurs fan in the days of David Robinson, and my love for the team only grew after Duncan joined, followed by Parker and Ginoboli. 1999, 2003, 2005, and 2007 are years I won’t ever forget, especially 2003 when Duncan basically had to carry the Spurs to the title alone since Parker was a scrub, Ginobili was struggling to channel his full potential, and Robinson was basically a shell of himself.

2013 was agony… but 2014 was ecstasy.

It is a measure of how good things have been as a Spurs fan that the past several years have been troubling. I can’t help but think of what could have been if Pachulia hadn’t taken out Leonard in the playoffs when we were cruising to a victory against Golden State. Leonard would go on to miss basically the rest of the next year before being traded to the Raptors along with Danny Green.

In the past, so much of my ire has been caused by the fact that, in all honesty, the Spurs could have won it all. You look at those years when Duncan was in his prime, and the Spurs really were a legitimate threat to win it all and you think, yep, maybe if Manu doesn’t foul Dirk in 2006 or we don’t get robbed by the worst timekeeper ever in 2004, maybe we win more championships. Even in 2015 and 2016, I would argue that we were really only a bit of bad luck away from winning it all. In 2015, if Leonard had remembered how to play basketball vs the Clippers and Duncan hadn’t been called for a ghost foul on Chris Paul, we’d have won that series, and likely the championship. Likewise, in 2016, if Duncan doesn’t injure his one remaining good knee in December, he likely has enough left in the tank for one more great playoff run.

Keep in mind, Duncan on zero working knees was still an All NBA Defence level player. It was his offence that suffered because he couldn’t elevate at all, and pivoting and changing speed and direction became impossible. Even so, he played well enough that most people thought it was simply age slowing him down a little and not an injury. That series against OKC would have looked different indeed if Duncan had even one working knee.

This season has been a bit different. I knew right from the start of the season that we weren’t going to win it all barring some kind of apocalyptic event wiping out half the NBA. Aldridge, as good as he has been for us, is not Duncan. He cannot carry a team to a title along although he has shown he can carry one into the playoffs. Derozan was new to the system, and players seldom do well in their first year with the Spurs due to having to adjust (see e.g., Aldridge). Worse still, Murray, our promising point guard, went down before the season started, and White, our other promising point guard, missed lots of time too. Rudy Gay, likewise, was in and out of the squad due to lingering injury issues.

A team that starts Bryn Forbes is unlikely to win a title. And I say that with all due respect to Forbes. I do not question his heart or his effort. He has worked hard to make it into the NBA, and he tries his guts out when he’s on court. But he lacks the stunning speed and agility of Tony Parker or the mad genius of Manu Ginobili with the ball. And for all his shooting prowess, he cannot catch fire like Curry not steadily rain bombs down from the deep like Ray Allen.

Forbes’ limitations are not due to lack of effort or desire, so I do not hold them against him. Criticise a player who does not care or one who does not try. A player who gives everything he has only to find that it isn’t quite enough is still worthy of praise.

White in the series against Denver was in half the games absolutely brilliant and in the other half ineffectual. Again, I am not mad. White is not a veteran. He is not a seasoned pro with a title or two under his belt and years at the helm with the ball. I remember how bad Parker was those first few years when Pop would make him cry (as Parker so often made us, the fans, cry with his awful play), and I look at Derrick and realise that there is much to be hopeful for.

Derrick White is inconsistently awesome. Perhaps next season he will be consistently awesome instead.

Aldridge has, this season, again been a great foundation for the Spurs. He is a poor man’s Duncan, I suppose, but a poor man’s Duncan is still quite a player. And as much as Aldridge has, in the past, made us question his drive and his desire, these past two years have done much to assuage those doubts. He has fought, scrabbled, and clawed, and the Spurs have made it to the playoffs each year. He’s not Duncan, but then again, who could be? Instead, he is Aldridge, and that, I believe, is enough.

Derozan, likewise, has baggage. His performances in the playoffs have so often been pathetic. To be sure, he was not stellar in every game against Denver, and too often in the season his iso play and reckless ball handling got the Spurs into trouble. But he has heart. He so clearly wants to win and he so clearly wants to help his teammates that I can’t help but wonder if it is that desire, that desperate desire, that forces those mistakes. Regardless, I think his first season in San Antonio was okay, and he should be better next season.

Poeltl was a good pickup. I miss Danny Green. His story always resonated with me, and for all his streakiness, he was a man who played with fearlessness on defence, something I greatly enjoyed. Many a transition basket met its end at the hands of a Danny Green chase down block. Poeltl, meanwhile, is shaping up to be the best centre the Spurs have had for some time, setting aside Duncan who played centre more and more as he aged. I look forward to his progress.

In years past, I have been too angry to write coherently when the Spurs are eliminated. I love the team, and watching them lose has sometimes caused me so much stress that I cannot bear to watch the games live but must instead force myself to refresh the score on my phone every few minutes. And yet this year, I find myself feeling calm, if a little empty.

This year was not our year. I knew that from the start. Yet watching this team grow and play has made me fond of them. They are not the titans of yesteryear, back when Duncan, Parker, and Ginoboli made it seem like anything was possible or when Leonard seemed to devour enemy ball handlers whole. But they play hard and they play for each other, and whether it’s winning or losing, they do it together and with good grace.

And perhaps it is because of next year.

Aldridge may be one year older, but Derozan will have one more year to learn the system. Murray will be back, one year older and wiser, and so will White and Forbes and Poeltl.

This year was not our year, but it’s looking more and more that maybe, just maybe, next year or the year after might.

And lastly, since the Spurs are out, I might as well nominate a team.

Go Bucks!

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lady-o-ren · 6 years

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Sorcha

Prologue

Read the above link for the full backstory.

Chapter 1

In all of James Fraser's nineteen years he could recall exactly how many days of sunshine he had seen.

How many times his mother's nose was reddened and freckled from it's bite. How they escaped the heat in pools of chilly water that turned them head to toe blue and wrinkled like newborns.

On the days, ones particular in brightly warmth, Jamie would wonder if his father were happy.

Did he too like to watch the flicker of colors shine along the scales of trout as they made their way downstream?

Did he find great delight in his silver coated cheetie Adso, in serious mortal combat with his tail?

Or had his gaze fallen on his mother, hair loose from it's pins in soft waves of crimson gold as she brushed away, lost in dreamy contentment?

On cloudy days dense with fog that shrouded all that lay outside his doorstep or ones filled with thunder so resounding Jamie could feel his teeth rattle, he was sure his father was upset with him.

Was it when he spilled their meager amount of milk on the floors?

When he'd forgotten to latch the door to the chicken coop allowing for their only two birds to flee?

Or maybe it was the many times Jamie used his fists, knees, elbows and all he had on the local boys, whose tongues of bitter spittle were too much to ignore.

What frustrated Jamie was that his mother had no answers when questioned. Only blind faith in her love and the world touched by him. Yet, he could see the waver in her spirit every year that passed, as the lines around her eyes grew slowly deeper with somber defeat until that day in the fields revitalized her anew with blessings of her unwavering devotion.

It only infuriated Jamie more.

Why would his father deny his presence in their lives.

Why wait so long to make Jamie's gift known, a gift where life sprouted from his hands that he still found startling to fathom.

Even now, he could see the shape of it hidden amongst the clouds as a hazy, distant obstruction, it's ray's stubbornly turned away from him in abandonment

That's why Jamie had settled on a plan of action put into motion with a letter.

______

Presently

Jamie was walking from the cowshed, a gleam of sweat covered his face and trickled down his neck that he swiped with the cuff of his sleeve. He carried a bucket of fresh warm milk in his hands, the snowy liquid swished along the rim teasing poor Adso, who followed in hungry anticipation, careful of his masters heavy tread.

Three days of blazing sun had passed now.

The flowers bloomed full and bright, their fragrance filling the air of sweetly spring, birdsong was no longer a whisper on the wind but a joyful chorus and the branches of the trees stretched out in a canopy to bathe in sunlight. The life around Jamie seemed to sing in a glowing hum of praise at such a rarity, and he too couldn't help but smile, despite himself.

Jamie's vision caught a glint of light down the road and shielded his eyes to ascertain the source.

"Jamie!" The glint hollered.

"Goistidh!" Jamie called back in happy recognition, and deposited the bucket of milk on the fencepost to run to his godfather.

The man was a fellow kinsman, partial anyway. When Ellen's parents forced her from home when the signs of pregnancy became apparent. She was left destitute and wandered with not but her wits, but wits can only get you so far when you have a bairn growing to the size of a great gourd and making himself known in the most painful of ways.

Murtaugh was a vagabond Ellen had met at an inn she had found work in. She took an instant liking to the mans straight forward demeanor and his lack of judgment. For him, it was love. No one in a hundred miles could be so blind to the man's undying affections the moment he laid eyes on her, and she nearly socked him for gawking at first meeting.

A friendship formed of trust and true honesty of what laid in her womb, Murtaugh had given Ellen the sum that lined his pockets, all that an expectant mother could need, though it was like pulling teeth from a she-wolf to get her to accept. And unintentionally a name. Fraser.

Ellen, touched by his heart of sincerity and generosity, made the decision herself to drop the Mackenzie name that had shunned her and found the fitting of Fraser to her liking.

Now firmly family, Murtaugh would come now and then bearing 'treasures' for the two.

Jamie's favorites had been animals with funny names and faces, intricately carved out of cherry or oak wood. When older, a dirk of Jamie's very own, much to his delight. That soon failed in comparison to the fierce broadsword, two inches of broad double edged steel, with the hilt beautifully carved with interlaced knots on the grip, given at twelve years. Jamie saw it's significance and never drew it in foolishness of play or boasting. It was kept in it's scabbard, only drawn in lessons to wield the blade.

His mother received books, fat and thin of every and all things. Mysterious intrigue that thrilled, romance that left longing and drawn out sighs, tales of heroes from long ago (more a treat for Jamie), practically myths, and philosophy that could screw the mind to a bruising knot. And once, a sterling plated hair brush simply adorned of thistles that she would keep in a fine cloth sleeve in the back of her drawers.

Their relationship, was one that never crossed the barriers of kinship but Jamie couldn't help his observations and his minds own inventions of the two.

"I dinna ken why ye go on as ye do with Murtaugh." Jamie had asked his mother while she was in a quiet mood of knitting. "Ye pay him more mind then any other suitor ye've had and there have been a few."

"I wouldna mind him much, but he's no' who I was meant for and it would be dishonest to give him my hand when I'm bound to another's, even one so far away." She smiled in quiet reply as she twisted the yarn into a loop.

"Yer not marritMam, not to him," Jamie spat, "Who ken's how many lasses he's found bonny -"

"Sàmhach." The smile vanished with a voice that was a low, sharp whisper and silenced Jamie mid sentence. She gripped the knitting needles tightly in her hands, that trembled slightly in response. "Ye may be tall as any man fer yer age but yer never too old for a strapping. Get ye to bed or get me the belt."

Jamie's mother had never raised a hand to him in all his years and the subject of marriage was never brought up again.

"Jamie lad! Och!" Murtaugh shook his head as Jamie came nearer, "I should be calling ye James now. Ye tower over me like yon oak tree." He took a moment to inspect the once wee sapling before embracing him with a hard slap on the back.

"Aye, take after Mam in that respect." Jamie said proudly.

"That ye do, the good parts of ye fer sure." Murtaugh's eyes softened long enough for Jamie to notice and went pink from cheek to ears and quickly looked upward for distraction and found it in the weather.

"It's been shining fearsome of late." Murtaugh grunted with a nod towards the sky.

"Aye, and I promise I willna question it." Jamie grinned at memories at incessant questions that would drive the man to deep gulps of liquor that caught in his beard.

"I prefer a brisk air from time to time, none of this damn jibber jabber of squawkers the light brings, but aye, tis nice." He relented with a shrug that allowed for the strap of his weatherd rucksack to slide down his arm, hastily tied closed and contents now left in partial view.

Jamie tilted his head to take a wee keek but hopes were quickly dashed by a pair of dirtied hands that moved the bag away from sight.

"Maybe ye are still a lad then."

"Curiosity never wanes, especially on a farm." Jamie laughed.

"Aye, but ye'll get yer hands strewn 'bout the fields if ye keep on as ye do. What I have willna spoil with time and I must be seein' yer mam."

"Ye should wash or she'll hand ye a tawsing and she's in a right place to do it."

"What ye mean?"

"She has a blade at the ready just now," Murtaugh raised his brows,his body stiff, "She shot a red stag this morning and is in a skinning mood." Jamie explained with a chuckle and his godfather's frame relaxed.

"Ellen was always good with a bow and a fine eye about her," he smiled fondly and patted his flat stomach. "Even so I'll take my chances, I'm right near starved."

They headed down to the cottage, followed by a miserably drenched Adso, another battle lost for the poor feline.

______

During supper, where Murtaugh donned a large swell of a bump on his noggin, he noticed the plentiful mass of food that graced the table before him and queried to the sudden abundance. The answer left him with a dead eye blink of disbelief.

A demonstration with a rose plucked from a small blue vase left him with a gaping jaw for a swarm of flies to dwell in.

"I'm still the same Jamie I always was, just..more of me to know." Jamie finished lamely, trying to reassure his godfather and looked to his mother, almost in question, who nodded in confirmation.

"Aye, same. Same is what ye call the ability to give life? That's the gift that the God above all gives women. What ye have I- I dinna ken." He was dumbfounded for sure and stared in wide eyed awe at Jamie as if he was committing the act again just now.

"I think we may have given poor Murtaugh an apoplexy." Ellen teased.

"Shall we give his plate to Adso, Mam?" Jamie added with a deliberate straight face.

Adso, who had been trying to charm his humans by rubbing affectionately against their calves, meowed in happy enthusiasm at such a lovely idea.

He gripped his plate with a loud grunt. The dark, whiskers on Murtaughs face twitched while his nostrils flared wide like a bull, sending mother and son into hearty laughter.

"Cackle like the hens ye are ye wee ninnies, I willna show ye what's hidin' away fer ye," Murtaugh grumbled as he stuffed his gob.

It was a hollow threat.

____

The 'treasures', Murtaugh informed them, were simple this time around, for work as a traveling hired hand had been slim. But something is something, at least he hoped.

For Jamie, a wool tartan of Fraser colors in tones of the earth. Jamie traced the lines with his finger tips, a proud fabric he draped over his broad shoulders smelling mildly of lanolin.

"Verra handsome, mo chridhe." Ellen remarked, as she smoothed the fabric of the young man before her, a faint blush lighting his cheeks.

For the matron of the family Fraser, a pair of bracelets made from the tusks of a boar, lovingly polished to an ivory glow with the tips capped in silver and etched with flowers.

"I ken the'r not finery," Murtaugh mumbled, scratching his beard to near baldness,"not jeweled or gold, just horns of tuskers."

Ellen ignored him and held the bracelets up, the lowering sun catching the ends as if it were truly studded with such splendors. Her eyes, so deeply rich in blue with shades of violet heather at the edges, held a softness, so clearly moved.

"Ye made these, mo sheann duine?"

My old man.

That was as close to a true heart endearment Jamie had ever heard. For the old man himself too.

"Aye." A man of few words when moved and one who couldn't sit in his own ineptitude to voice more.

Murtaugh cleared his throat,"Maybe we could spar a bit, Jamie, see what I can teach ye." Without waiting for an answer he quickly got to his feet and made for the door.

Ellen, seemingly unfazed, looked to Jamie, pulling his drapery away from him and gave her son a push to follow.

"Knock the manners back into your godfather till his ears ring, will ye, mo mhac?"

"Whatever ye say, Mam."

_______

Outside

After a heated sparring session that left young and old more then a bit breathless, the two men dropped like flies to the cool short grass and had themselves a wee nip of whisky to soothe muscles and joints.

"I dinna remember ye being so skilled with the blade on last meeting." Murtaugh huffed, pulling the collar of his shirt to waff in air.

"I've been taught by the local schoolmaster Murray." Jamie said casually, knowing the response he'd receive right close to his ears.

"Schoolmaster?!" Murtaugh exclaimed as predicted.

"He wasn't one in his youth and since his son marrit a wee thing he took an interest in me, maybe a bit of pity too." Jamie took a heavy swig of the brown liquid, sure to grow him a fleece if he kept on.

"That Murray ken't his sword." Murtaugh rubbed the muscles in his arm, tense from a blocked over head strike." Damn, sure."

Silence overtook them as they sat side by side watching the sun dip low behind the crest of the mountain range, washing them in a light of dying embers of ruby bronze and the air became crisp once more.

Now was as good as time as any. Jamie knew when he saw the man that it was providence, his lucky star of hope throwing him yet another bone of what he had been denied. That the letter received a few weeks ago was now a reality for the answers of his youth to be fullfilled.

"I plan on leaving, Murtaugh," Jamie spoke, his voice gruff from the sting of whisky," I want to see a bit of the world before I'm auld and greyed," not a total lie," and I want ye to look after mam for me."

"Does yer mother know?" Jamie expected a string of curses and questions, a whack definitely, but his godfathers voice was oddly soft in Scots to Jamie's ears. A man striving for patience and understanding.

"I think she may know already." Jamie thumbed the mouth of the whiskey bottle, as a tremble of nerves pulsed in his belly, "She's seen other lads leave their home, far younger than I and lately she's been sweeter than buttermilk to me." She was always sweet with him. "I've waited three seasons of crops to put more then enough coins to line her pocket…more then enough for what I need to do."

"Three?" The tone of the older man was lightly accusatory. "This plan of yers has been grinding in yer mind, hasn't it?" He swiped the bottle and gulped down the last of the amber drops.

Jamie was hesitant to reveal the correspondence he had been keeping, of the last letters contents, worried that the danger of such an endeavor would be met with him being hog tied. He scratched his wrist at the thought.

"Dinna fash, I willna be like my father. I plan on coming back home, as quickly as the wind can carry me, I assure ye."

Murtagh tapped his palm against his knee in contemplation with his head hanging low but eyes on the last of the horizons light, longer then Jamie would have imagined.

"I'll care for Ellen's well being while ye have yer walkabout," he answered softly,and I wish ye a swift and safe journey, Jamie. Just use yer heid." The expected slap finally made contact.

"Thank ye, Goistidh." Jamie stood, wiping his breeks of grass when a thought crossed his mind that curled his lips to a beaming grin," And when I come back I hope to see you and Mam hand in hand." Jamie scampered off like a child who had bested his elder, leaving the man reddened to an alarming degree with a string of mumbled curses under his breath.

It was only when Murtaugh raised himself to follow Jamie's path did he notice…

The grass was knee high now where Jamie had stepped.

Flowers that had never graced the fields bloomed in his wake.

And the man the cause of such a sight, his back to him now heading to homes embrace, unaware of how he was now lit within. A ray gently, gently aflame.

***The scene with the tusks I pulled straight from the book

Thank you to everyone for the response to this and my oneshot!! Writing is not natural for me so the support was wonderful.

Also my wifi is going to be on the fritz so the next update might be awhile.

#outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #outlander #jamie x claire #Claire is coming I promise #crash!bang!boom!love!!

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Dress You Up (In My Love) - (Brotzly)

“So, what? Your solution is a pair of skin tight leopard print pants? How is that better than anything I’ve worn?”

Dirk just grins wildly at him, it’s the most like himself he’s looked in days. “Put them on.”

A missing scene from Shapes and Colors. Dirk helping Todd find clothes to wear to Sound of Nothing, because there is no way on this earth you can convince me that Todd Brotzman picked out those leopard print pants for himself.

(AO3)

In hindsight Todd probably should have seen it coming. He hadn’t seen the disaster that must have been Dirk going through all those old vintage clothes, but the detective had taken his sweet time sorting out exactly what he was going to wear and when he’d appeared a good hour later he had, to be fair to him, looked rather good. Not that Todd noticed such things.

Dirk somehow always managed to look good, but Todd was a creature of habit. He prioritised comfort over style, kept to his favourite items in a five t-shirt rotation and rarely washed his jeans. Despite being over the age of thirty he’d never quite shaken the living habits of a college student and that was good enough for him. It didn’t seem to be good enough for Dirk though, who, shortly after Todd agreed to go to the music festival as long as he wasn’t dressed in uniform, had eyed him up and down with a good deal of criticism and sighed. When he’d turned on his heel to walk out of the room and beckoned him along with a “come on then,” that sounded equal parts put out and excited he’d followed without thought.

That had been his first mistake he thinks, eyeing the second pair of leather pants Dirk had thrown his way since they’d started raiding the room. These ones at least were black, the last ones having been an alarming shade of purple that Todd had set aside as soon as he’d seen them. This pair were going to go a similar way.

“I’m not wearing leather pants, Dirk,” he tells him flatly, hoping the way he throws them onto a nearby chair is emphatic enough to get the message across. Dirk eyes them sadly for a moment.

“They’d suit you! I thought the whole point was making you look good?” as if Dirk hadn’t been the one to instigate playing dress up in the first place.

“I can look good without drowning myself in a bucket of sweat,” because he had worn them before, on a singular occasion that had been memorable for all the wrong reasons. “I don’t see why I can’t just dress myself. It would be much quicker,” Dirk throws him a look that can only be described as haughty.

“Well yes, I suppose it would be quicker, but these things take time Todd. The only clothes we have are vintage retro music festival outfits, and unless you’ve suddenly become an expert in how to put an outfit together which, given what you were wearing when I found you I highly doubt, if you want to look good you’re going to have to let me dress you.” He says all this while standing knee deep in what looks like a pile of corduroy jackets.

Todd can’t do anything but try not to be too offended, because like most things when it comes down to the line Dirk is right, he’d have no idea where to even start with these clothes. He tries to resign himself to his fate in a way that’s not obvious enough for Dirk to pick up on, if he senses weakness god only knows what he’ll manage to get him into.

“A-ha,” is a worrying sound given their current situation, but when Dirk turns back to him he’s holding up a shirt that… isn’t that bad. Nothing Todd would ever pick up for himself but given the shirts he’s already tried to get him into have been in order; mustard yellow, pink and blue striped, patterned with what looked like very realistic drawings of fish and one he’s hoping Dirk wasn’t serious about that was covered in sequins and had pom-poms on the collar, the relative plainness of the one Dirk hands over to him is a stark relief. It’s mostly white and the pattern is inoffensive, he thinks this is possibly as good as it’s going to get for him right now.

“It looks small,” is the only thing he’s currently doubtful about, and voicing that aloud makes Dirk roll his eyes.

“Fitted,” he corrects. “Something you really should consider more often. Put it on, it’ll fit you,” he looks particularly hopeful in a way Todd can only attribute to the fact that he hadn’t thrown this one away on sight.

“Alright, fine,” he concedes, Todd knows when to pick his battles and it won’t get much better than this. Dirk smiles but doesn’t look away, “do you mind?”

“I’ve seen you change before,” he protests, but one look at Todd’s face has him turning away, muttering to himself as he dives back into an ungodly pile of various ugly fabrics. Todd is quick about changing out of the uniform shirt, it hadn’t really been that comfortable anyway, and strips off the undershirt for good measure when it doesn’t look like it will fit under the one Dirk has just handed to him.

He is admittedly surprised when it does fit him, and it fits well. Almost too well for him to be entirely comfortable in it but it gives him a little more confidence in Dirk’s ability to dress him, provided he doesn’t think about how weird it is that Dirk has managed to pick out his size twice now without asking.

Dirk looks over at him as he’s smoothing it down and gives him a considerate look before nodding his approval, “see? We can work with that!” It’s the trademark cheery optimism that gives Todd pause, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

His suspicion is proved well deserved.

“What the hell are they?!” They appear to be a pair of jeans that are patterned with what is undeniably patched leopard print and probably belonged to some kind of late eighties glam rock fan who would likely have had to have help to get into them. Tight fitting was generous to say the least, and Todd supposes he should be glad they aren’t furry to match. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Absolutely yes,” Dirk counters, holding the pants out to him with a grin that is too genuine for him to be anything other than absolutely serious.

“You can’t be… Am I even going to be able to walk in those?” he doubts it, that fabric doesn’t look like it has much stretch.

“Of course you are, I need you mobile for detecting. Besides, they’re a perfect match!” Todd looks down at the shirt he’s wearing, failing to see how they match in any way. Not that he knows anything about matching his clothes, everything goes with black has always been his motto, and it’s always served him well.

“Dirk…” his protest is cut off when Dirk rolls his eyes and shoves them into his hands.

“You asked for my help, so put them on,” his tone leaves little room for argument.

“Asked for… I didn’t ask for your help! You insisted! You just decided we should... play dress-up!”

“Fine, you didn’t ask me, but your tragic dress sense did. What kind of a friend would I be if I let you put yourself through that again? Especially when we’re going out to a festival?”

“So, what? Your solution is a pair of skin tight leopard print pants? How is that better than anything I’ve worn?”

Dirk just grins wildly at him, it’s the most like himself he’s looked in days. “Put them on.”

Todd, although he will never admit it, is fast running out of ways to make Dirk smile since they’d gotten him back. So much so that merely the suggestion that him putting on a pair of frankly ridiculous jeans will make Dirk even momentarily happy is enough to have him caving.

It takes a fair bit of jumping for him to get them on, but once he finally buttons them up he can admit that even though they cling to him they’re not as tight as he’d thought they might be. He’s definitely worn tighter in the past back when it was all the rage, and a little bit past when it was acceptably fashionable too. There’s only one thing though, and it’s something he’d usually be frustrated by but right now it might be his ticket out of actually wearing leopard print outside of this room so he pounces on it with both hands.

“They’re too long for me,” he was used to the way pants tended to bunch around his ankles and had for the most part accepted it, but he’s not sure that’s something Dirk will consider appropriate. Dirk had spent the time Todd had taken to get into them gathering what looked like a truly impressive amount of accessories, and was now wading out of the pile of clothes carrying them in his arms like some kind of hunting trophy.

“Roll them up then, it’s not like it’s not in right now,” he makes it sound like this is common knowledge, and Todd can’t even process the idea that Dirk knows what’s ‘in right now’ but doesn’t have the first clue how to make an omelette. He also can’t process why rolling up your jeans would be fashionable but he does it anyway, with an impressive amount of flexibility for someone as unfit as he is. They’re no longer bunched, but rolled up in a manner that best resembles a child about to go paddling at the beach; Dirk makes a vaguely distressed sound when he sees what he’s done.

“Not like that! Honestly, it’s like you’ve not even looked in a shop window recently,” he sets down a pile of belts and drops down to his knees in front of Todd. Todd, whose eyes go wide the moment he registers this and somehow, miraculously, manages not to make a sound.

Dirk is incredibly focussed on unrolling his shoddy attempts at fixing the situation and folding them back up neatly, but all Todd can really think about is the one (singular, very drunken) time he’d pictured Dirk on his knees like this before. The image had been shaken away not long after its appearance at the time, unbidden and confusing, but now? Now he’s caught staring at what could arguably be the most inappropriate time to be thinking anything of the sort. Because they’re on a case, of course. Official business. Nothing to do with how tight his pants already are. Dirk’s fingers keep brushing against his ankle and it shouldn’t even be noticeable but every time he makes contact Todd has to force himself to breathe normally.

Thankfully the moment doesn’t last too long and Todd gets a chance to clear his throat and look away before Dirk stands back up to check his handiwork.

“There, much better,” Dirk hums to himself, clearly pleased as he picks up a pair of boots and hands them to him. Todd is too busy trying to right himself from a sudden onslaught of unexpected imagery to even argue. Not that he would have, he decides once he’s gotten them on. The boots are the most sensible thing he’s been handed all night.

“Are we done?” he hopes he doesn’t sound as shaken to Dirk as he does to himself, wonders if he only gets away with it because the detective is busy untangling a ball of belts.

“Not quite, just a few more things. I think you’ll be more familiar with this,” he’s managed to free one, black and studded, the kind Todd had owned multiples of when the Mexican Funeral had been at its height. He still owned one or two.

“I’m not sure they need a belt,” it’s not really an argument, he’s already slipping it on and to be honest the familiarity of the item does help bring him a little closer to being at peace with the outfit.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in months.” It feels like it comes so left of field Todd is left stunned by it, looking up at Dirk from where he’s buckling the belt up to be met with a wistful smile and a look that’s nothing short of adoring as he appraises the outfit. Or Todd. He’s not entirely sure. It’s all he can do to offer a small smile back, hopeful in its own way. There’s an ease to Dirk’s shoulders that hasn’t been there in a while.

“This is the most amount of patterns I’ve ever worn in one go,” he admits, something which manages to pull Dirk’s smile up into his eyes. Todd’s heart skips at the sight of it.

“Just one more thing!” It’s bright and chirpy and the warmth in Todd’s chest threatens to turn into dread, he can’t imagine what Dirk could possibly want to add to the outfit that it doesn’t already have.

The answer turns out to be ridiculous.

“Dirk. I’m going to a music festival, not a wedding reception,” not that he thinks the bright blue of the bowtie dangling from Dirk’s fingers would be very welcome at a formal event anyway. “I’m not wearing a bowtie.”

“But-”

“No.”

Dirk’s face falls, and Todd holds out for all of two seconds before cursing the lasting effects of being an older brother to a sister who had perfected the art of destroying his resolve just by looking sad.

“You can pick something else. One thing,” Todd holds up his finger to indicate just how much one means. Dirk perks up a little, and okay maybe it does make Todd feel better to have made that happen, even if he may well regret it in a minute. “It has to be black,” it was his comfort zone after all.

“I know just the thing.”

It takes him a good minute of rummaging before he’s tossing over what Todd identifies as “…suspenders?” with a great deal of scepticism.

“Just try them! If you don’t like them, you can take them off but I really do think they’ll pull the whole thing together. Very hipster,” he nods his head in a serious, knowing way.

Todd has never possessed any desire to look remotely like a hipster, but from what Tina had described it’s a look that would fit right in at Sound of Nothing. It’s with that in mind that he clips them into place with only a minimal amount of struggle and turns back to Dirk with his arms held out for inspection. “Well?”

Dirk’s smile lights up his whole face, pressing his hands together like he might start clapping but managing to restrain himself from doing so. He does bounce on his toes a little though, clearly excited in a way that shows in his voice.

“You really ought to see for yourself. But Todd, can I just say, it’s so nice to see you dressed properly even if I do say so myself,” it’s the kind of backhanded, roundabout compliment he’s used to hearing from Dirk and he takes it in his stride. Dirk wrapping a hand around his wrist is a little more surprising, but Todd allows himself to be pulled along over to the mirror, Dirk hanging over his shoulders with an excitable, “what do you think?”

Dirk has dressed him like he’s fully expecting him to find someone who wants to undress him, and not because the clothes are hideous in their own right. Individually they’re pretty terrible, and together they shouldn’t work at all but somehow they do and Todd has no idea how Dirk has managed to pull that off. The clothes fit him well, a little too well considering they were pulled from a random assortment of lost property, not too small but fitting to his body in a way none of his clothes have in a very long time. It’s almost enough to make him look twice at himself and wonder why he doesn’t make more of an effort to buy clothes that do more than just cover him up. Dirk has dressed him to show him off, that much is obvious, and he’s not entirely sure what to do with that information as he stares at himself in the mirror.

“It’s uh, good. Yeah. Good job with the…” he really shouldn’t be this taken with seeing his own reflection, but he thinks this is the best he’s looked in years, which is even more stupefying when he considers the fact that he’s wearing leopard print and suspenders. Past Todd would cry at the sight. Present Todd might cry too, but for very different reasons.

He’s not quite sure how Dirk has managed to see a version of him he’s never seen in himself, Dirk who is watching him with a soft, appreciative expression as he figures out what to say. It’s almost like he’s unintentionally been given a gift he could never have expected.

“You uh, did a much better job than I would have done,” is what he settles on, pulling at the elastic in a nervous move. Dirk pries his fingers away and smooths the suspenders down with a pleased little hum.

“Much better,” he agrees. It’s teasing though, rather than scathing and Todd’s mouth quirks up into a smile when he turns to face him properly.

“Thanks, I guess. I mean… not for the leopard print but, you know,” he shrugs one shoulder, unsure how to finish but knowing Dirk will get it anyway. He always does.

“I think it’s rather fetching,” he sniffs. “But you’re welcome. It’s one of my many varied and colourful talents. Maybe if the detective agency falls through I’ll become a stylist instead.”

“Nah,” Todd nudges him, pleased to see him looking a little happier. “You’d get bored. Besides, then I’d be out of a job and it would suck twice as much.” Dirk smiles, soft as he looks him over again and Todd tries not to fidget too much under the attention. He’s been meaning to say something for a while now, always unsure of the timing but now seems as good as any while they have a moment alone.

“Hey,” he keeps his voice gentle, and when Dirk looks up at him he swallows, wanting to reach out but unsure if it would be welcome. “You… you’d tell me, right? If something was wrong? Or Farah, or anyone really I just… don’t think you have to stick it out on your own.” He’s bad at this, at the emotional stuff, but it feels important to say because he knows something is wrong, they all do, and Dirk for all his ability to talk the ear off anyone willing to listen doesn’t seem to want to say anything about whatever it is that’s going on. Todd doesn’t want to push him, the last thing he wants is to make him feel like he has to say anything, but he doesn’t want him to feel like he can’t. It’s a difficult line to walk with Dirk being as fragile as he is right now.

“I…” the look on Dirk’s face is something he can’t work out, somewhere between vulnerable and defensive, disbelieving in a way that makes his lungs feel tight. “I know I don’t,” it’s not a promise that he’ll say anything but it’s a start. It’s enough that Todd just nods his agreement because it’s the best he’s going to get right now.

“Come on. Farah’s going to laugh at me and I’d rather get it done sooner than later,” somehow he can’t see her ever letting him forget he let Dirk wrangle him into skintight leopard print pants. He’s just going to have to live with it.

“Why would she laugh? You look... cool,” even he seems unsure if that’s the right word but it’s enough to make Todd roll his eyes.

“We have very different definitions of ‘cool’,” he snorts.

“Well, obviously. But you have to admit, you look good.” Todd casts another look at himself in the mirror and shakes his head.

“Yeah, okay. It looks good,” he wants to sound begrudging but even now it’s enough to surprise him. Dirk really does seem to know what he’s doing, and Todd wonders if he’ll ever stop being surprising.

“Good,” Dirk nudges him towards the door like he thinks Todd isn’t going to make it on his own. In any other situation he might be right. “In that case, it’s showtime.”

Dirk isn’t back to his usual self yet, Todd doesn’t know how long that will take, but his shoulders are looser and there’s a smile on his face and that at least is a start. It’s enough to make the leopard print worth it.

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Da, Who is that woman?

Hi everyone! So I have had loads of requests for a continuation of ‘Time Moves to A Different Rhythm’ - specifically nice moments between Jamie and Bree (who doesn’t love those, right?) and also a couple of requests for Claire and Bree meeting Laoghaire. What I have come up with is a sort of one-shot chapter including both of these things. I hope you like it. Han xxx

Jamie settled Brianna on the horse before him and wrapped his arm securely around her waist. Bree craned her neck to look up at him and grinned

“You look really smart, Da. Like a painting.”

Jamie smiled broadly back at her and placed a kiss on her upturned forehead.

“And ye look quite beautiful yourself, Miss Fraser.”

The use of his surname was tentative and Jamie deliberately kept his tone light and even but Brianna seemed completely unbothered. She has looked at him queerly the first time he said it and questioned if that should be her name now, the wee frown inherited from her mother prominent between her fair brows. However since that first discussion she had become neutral to the whole thing. Still Jamie used it sparingly and always with an air of respect, he would not strip the lass of her identity but if he could add to her sense of self then he saw no harm.

Bree reached up to brush a small piece of fluff from Jamie’s bonnet and he ducked his head obligingly so that she could reach.

“Do ye remember what to say when ye greet people?”

“Greetings from the Fraser’s of Lallybroch! Bountiful Lammas to ye and your kin.”

Bree projected her voice with all the theatrical flourish of a budding thespian treading the boards for the first time, her hand fluttering before her like a pale hummingbird.

“Verra good.”

Jamie nodded trying to keep the amusement out of his voice. If his child had a theatrical nature then she came by it honest. Jenny had told him that the stately ride to each of the tenants was a daft and dramatic notion, especially as most had met Brianna and certainly Claire in the months they had been back, but Jamie had wanted to do it. He was once again in his rightful place at Lallybroch and he would ride out to greet the tenants as his father had done and he would show off his greatest treasures whilst doing so - modesty be damned.

As if summoned by his thoughts, Claire’s mount drew up alongside him in the courtyard and as Jamie glanced at her his breath caught in his throat. His wife, Lady Broch Tuarach. Her hair curled lightly, framing her face with gentle wisps that Jenny had left out of the intricate plait which wound across her left shoulder. Like Brianna, her dress was rich, ocean blue wool, but whilst Brianna’s plaid was worn as a neat little cap, a length of Fraser plaid wrapped around Claire’s shoulders and pinned across the swell of her breasts with a silver brooch.

“Mo Maise.”

Jamie murmured, bowing as low as he could without crushing Brianna, taking Claire’s hand and bringing it up to his lips, smiling at the pretty blush his action brought to Claire’s cheek.

“Thank you. I don’t know how Jenny works such magic with hair…”

Claire smiled and touched the plait self-consciously, before smoothing back a stray lock from Brianna’s brow.

“You look every inch the Highland princess.”

She smiled and Bree sat up a little straighter under her mother’s proud gaze.

“No’ a princess, Sassenach. We have discussed the matter and both feel that she is more of a warrior queen. Just like her mother.”

Jamie commented, touching the small ceremonial dirk he had fasted to Brianna’s belt that morning. It had been a source of great pride to her to wear a dagger like her father wore and softened the blow of not being able to wear breeks for the outing.

Claire had to admit that there was more than a little of the warrior about their daughter, though she did not think she got it from her! Looking at father and daughter seated on Aioleaen together, both dressed in their finery, Claire longed more than ever for a camera. Their identically lustrous red hair fell onto their shoulders and twin sets of slanted blue eyes surveyed all before them with the same cheerful countenance and cool intelligence that Claire had come to think of as a singularly Fraser way of gazing at the world.

Overhead a kestrel shot through the sky calling out to her mate and all three lifted their faces to the pale sun to watch it make its crossing against the thick white clouds.

“Can you remember what to say to people who greet us Mama?”

“A very happy Lammas to you.”

Claire smiled and both father and daughter snorted simultaneously.

“What? That’s the correct thing to say!”

Claire huffed indignantly

“But it’s so dull! Lammas is a celebration of the first harvest of wheat for the year! You don’t want people thinking you don’t care about their harvest Mama!”

Bree scolded, carefully reciting what her Uncle Ian had told her of the reason for this celebration.

“People might give ye their first grain Sassenach, ye need to be prepared to look suitably pleased.”

Jamie joined in, mischief lighting up his eyes, making him look more like Brianna than ever.

“Taking the first grain is a verra great honour.”

“I took your first grain, surely I’ve been honoured enough!”

Claire muttered and Jamie’s eyes flew wide before he tipped his head back with unexpected laughter.

“And as I recall ye were suitably pleased.”

He grinned once he had recovered and Claire rolled her eyes, fighting back her own smile.”

“Don’t worry Mama, I’ll do the thanking, you just collect what they offer.”

Bree organised, handing the small sack Jenny had given her across to Claire who took it with as much dignity as she could muster and folded it neatly in her lap.

Claire curtsied and made polite conversation but allowed Jamie and Bree to take centre stage and both seemed more than happy to rise to the occasion. Jamie kept his countenance as straight and formal as he could, greeting the tenants with dignity and warm smiles but Claire could see the barely contained pride in the set of his shoulders and the indulgent smile that curved his lips each time Brianna made her proclamation of good wishes to the houses they visited.

He shook hands, accepted tributes and handed out small loaves of bread from Jenny’s kitchen but throughout all the dealings one hand remained with Brianna, either around her waist on the horse, on her shoulder as she spoke to people or holding her own smaller hand in his as they walked towards a door. It was, Claire realised, the same way he had declared her as his own the first time he had brought her to Lallybroch and the sight of it warmed her heart.

They continued on, the bread running lower until there were only a couple of loaves left, whilst the wheat sack that Claire held was becoming increasing fat and rather cumbersome and she became quite concerned that it would swing down from her lap like a pendulum and smack a well-wisher in the face if she leant too far over in the saddle to greet them.

“I’ll go alone to the next house, a leannan.”

Jamie said quietly and both Bree and Claire looked at him askance.

“It’s the McKimmie place, ken?”

Jamie’s eyes met Claire’s apologetically and she shrugged, despite the slight flutter of anger in her chest that she felt whenever she had to think of Laoghaire. Bree also wrinkled her nose, she had never met Laoghaire and had no particular reason to dislike the residents of the small house beneath the hill, but she felt that Marsali was too often the centre of her beloved Fergus’ attention and all too often he would send her back to the big house when Marsali came along. Bree would not call it jealousy, not even to herself, and forced herself to be polite when she had to be but she was in no hurry to wish the girl a happy Lammas either.

They rode on in silence; Jamie intended to stop by the shade of one of the large oak trees by the creek so that the horses might take a drink whilst he conducted business as swiftly and hopefully painlessly as possible.

None of them spotted the small woman crouched by the roadside until they were almost upon her. She was crouched low, her head bent and face averted from them and when she looked up, the lower half of her face was covered in blood.

“Oh!”

Claire was out of the saddle and hurrying forward, medical instincts overtaking, before she could think twice, Jamie’s call of warning and muttered curse lost to her.

“Laoghaire! What happened?”

Laoghaire had stiffened seeing who it was approaching but blood was dripping from her chin and the bleed from both nostrils was showing no signs of stopping so she could hardly deny that anything was amiss. Of course the Sassenach couldn’t help herself with a chance to show off her ‘healing’, she thought bitterly to herself as she forced herself to her feet.

“Nothing, I get the bleeds sometimes. It is no concern.”

She answered as Claire pressed a clean handkerchief into her hand and tried to examine her face.

“Please… Mistress Fraser, dinna fash o’er it. I dinna need tending.”

Laoghaire ducked away from the cool touch of Claire’s fingers and waved her away. It was bad enough that she should be found in such a state, but to be touched and prodded by the bitch was more than Laoghaire could stand.

“Da, who is that woman?”

Bree asked, turning to Jamie, her brow wrinkled in confusion and shock of seeing the state of her face.

“Mistress McKimmie, a woman that your mother and I knew long ago, mo chridhe.”

Jamie answered shortly and swung out of the saddle, taking the last of the bread with him.

“Stay here.”

Bree glanced again at the woman waving her mother away and her interest sparked

“But can’t I …”

“Stay.”

Jamie spoke firmly, fixing his daughter with a gimlet eye that brooked no further argument, before turning on his heel and approaching the women.

“Oh!”

Laoghaire curtsied as elegantly as she could, the new handkerchief pressed to her face as Jamie strode towards them.

“Mistress McKimmie, can we help ye at all? We came to bid ye a bountiful Lammas.”

Jamie kept his words formal, but his tone gentle and slowly bridged the distance between them, palms held out in a gesture of peace.

“Ye seem to be in some distress, lass. Will ye not let my wife tend ye?”

“’Tis just a nosebleed Ja… my laird. Nothing more.”

Laoghaire looked at Jamie with pleading eyes and after considering for a moment Jamie offered the small cloth bag of bread to her, gently pulling Claire away, placing himself between the two women, a hand extended to each.

“Then we bid ye a good Lammas and may your harvest be blessed.”

Jamie said softly and offered the woman a small, kind smile.

“Thank ye.”

As she took the bag from him, Laoghaire allowed her fingertips to linger a fraction of a second longer the necessary against the warm skin of Jamie’s hand before pulling away and ducking her head once more in thanks as Claire slipped her palm into Jamie’s hand and drew him to her.

They watched Laoghaire walk slowly back towards her house and Claire waited until she could be sure Laoghaire was out of earshot before turning to Jamie, her brow wrinkled in the same confused frown Brianna had given him minutes before.

“Why didn’t you persuade her to let me take a look?”

“It’s just a nosebleed Claire. Her pride would have taken longer to heal had I insisted she let ye tend her.”

Claire snorted and leant her head lightly against Jamie’s shoulder

“Laoghaire’s pride! This is the second time that you have stepped into the fray for the sake of her pride.”

Jamie looked down his nose at Claire from the corner of his eye and resisted the urge to shrug.

“Ye get a bit swept up in medical matters, aye? It’s why Brianna comes to me wi’ scraped knees and bumps.”

Startled, Claire returned his look with interest.

“Once. She went to you once.”

“Aye, but I expect she will again for I dinna insist on poking at her…”

Sensing an argument brewing Jamie let the matter drop and turned to face Claire properly, placing his hands gently on her arms, smoothing the fabric of her dress.

“Ye have no reason to be jealous on Laoghaire’s account, Sassenach. If ye are, which I am no’ saying is the case.”

Jamie continued quickly, seeing a flash of annoyance in his wife’s whisky eyes.

“I’m not jealous, but … well you seem to have a similar understanding of pride and maybe it’s a Scottish thing…”

Claire stopped, taking a deep breath.

“I sound like a jealous school girl with a crush.”

She smiled ruefully and Jamie grinned

“Aye, maybe a little but I understand it for all it is a daft notion. Ye are as prideful as any lass I have ever known, except maybe Jenny, and ye ken well enough that I pay heed to it.”

“I know, but sometimes I do wonder if … well if your life would have been simpler with someone of … your kind and kin.”

Claire finished limply. She half expected the hands on her arms to tighten, for Jamie to protest and assure her that she was the breath in his soul but when she looked up at him he was still grinning and did not look at all concerned by her words.

“What?”

She demanded smiling back despite herself

“Do ye remember when we were riding to Leoch, after the business with Randall and such and I said to ye that I dinna understand ye, but I like ye well enough?”

“We were walking as I was not able to ride, and you actually told me I don’t make a lot of sense.”

Claire said thinly, her memory of that particular night was not one of the most pleasant she had but Jamie brushed off her displeasure with a wave of his hand and nodded

“Aye, weel it still stands. Ye dinna always make a lot of sense, but I still like ye well enough, ken?”

“I like you too, bloody Scot!”

Claire laughed and slapped his arm lightly. Jamie caught her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing her knuckle and then turning her wrist to gently kiss her palm.

“You are my heart and soul, Claire. Please never doubt it, for I never have and I never shall.”

“Da?”

Bree called and both her parents startled slightly.

“She won’t be happy you gave the last greeting.”

Claire murmured and Jamie laughed, a rich sound that soothed away the last of Claire’s misgivings.

“Aye, she’ll likely scold me for it but I’m used to such things from my warrior queens.”

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Dirk Gently fluff AU where Dirk is out doing god knows what, and Todd is at home trying to take a shower, but the water is colder than hell so he decides, "fuck it, Dirk won't be home in a few hours." and sneaks into his flat to shower bc the water is warmer, and out of nowhere starts to sing "Take Me To Church" by Hozier. Completely unaware that Dirk gets home a few seconds after he starts singing, and just politely sits outside the bathroom door amazed bc he's never heard Todd sing before. :3

“You changed the words.”Withthe pure adrenalin hit of a voice sounding where a voice had not beenexpected, three things happen, almost simultaneously; Todd’s lifeflashes before his eyes, his breath leaves his body and his towelleaves his waist.

His life does a rather half-assed jobof flashing before his eyes, maybe because ‘being startled by asudden sound’ doesn’t exactly rank high on his list of near-deathexperiences these days. The childhood years are a blur – a littlebit of Amanda, a little bit of his parents’ smiling faces – collegeis even quicker (understandable) although there’s a truly unnecessarybit of lingering on the extremely awkward experience that wastechnically his first time having sex. The Mexican Funeral years aremercifully brief, as are the collection of awful jobs he took afterAmanda got sick and he had all-of-a-sudden had to try and stop beinga piece of shit.

The chapter staked out in his life byDirk Gently, irritatingly, seems to be painted in the most loving andvivid detail, and he tells himself it’s because they were both themost recent and the most – well, theatrical events to have happenedto him.

All he’d wanted was to go for a run.That was the kind of thing adult humans did, right? Went running.Cared about their health. Ate vegetables and got enough sleep.Especially when said adult humans were grumpy and out-of-sorts andfeeling very guilty about lying to their sisters and what’s morethey’d had some shitty pop song stuck in their heads for four daysstraight and when would it fucking end, honestly. Hypothetically.

He’d been about half an hour in andfeeling fine when he remembered with a sickening lurch the pressingissue of not having paid the water bill in a month. He’d been cut offthat morning. And the only liquid in his flat was half a bottle offlat Fanta (Farah’s) and a six-pack of beer (his.) Neither was aparticularly enticing prospect for a makeshift shower.

And he’d run into Dirk’s neighbourhood,quite by accident.

And Dirk was out, wasn’t he? Amandahad insisted on his coming over for pizza and horror movies with theRowdy boys, who had all solemnly promised to sit still and not smashanything so long as they could snack on all the surplus fear-energy.Todd had pointedly not been invited, but Dirk had told him all aboutthe plans anyway, because he had the emotional intelligence of acocker spaniel sometimes.

But hey, running alone in the freezingcold listening to the music you’d made before you screwed over yourwhole band was good too, right? (A shameful habit. He didn’t tellanyone that Mexican Funeral still occupied every spot on thetop-played list on his iPod. Felt a little like masturbation,listening to your own music – but damnit, if the music you weremaking didn’t make you want to listen to it, then what were youfucking doing?)

But there were the facts. Dirk was out.Dirk’s flat had (to Todd’s knowledge, anyway) running water. And itwasn’t as though neither of them had broken into each other’s flatsbefore. Dirk owed him, anyway, for all the lying and manipulating.

The part of his mind that felt awkwardabout listening to Mexican Funeral piped up at this point to let himknow that that was a pretty Shit Person way of thinking about things.

Grimly, Todd turned the music up.

Easy enough to shimmy up the fireescape, easy enough to open the (still busted) window, easy enough tosidle through the lounge room and into the bathroom and (oh thankgod) into the steaming hot, deliciously high-pressure shower. He shuthis eyes and zoned out, let the water wash every trace of sweat offhim, soak his muscles until he was glowing and buzzed on endorphinsand warm and safe and complete.

But without his iPod buzzing in hisears, the earworm from the radio had crept back in, and before he’deven noticed it was back he was singing it. His voice was pleasantlywarm from a combination of the run and the steam in the shower, andthe reverb from the tiles and the water didn’t hurt either. He hadn’tsung in years, and as much as he hated to admit it, the goddamn songhad a nice rhythm to it.

“If the heavens ever did speak, he’sthe last true mouthpiece -”

What does that even mean, hethought, adding a little breath to his tone to make it sound huskyand serious. “Every Sunday’s getting more bleak -”Whata terrible lyric, really, he decided, straightening his back a littleto get more support for the high belt he knew was coming when thechorus kicked in. “Takeme to church!”

It was like running, actually, properly usingyour voice. The muscles were a little creaky but they were stillmostly there and he could feel his chest expanding with the noteswhich (he would admit, here alone in the cocoon of the steamybathroom, quite good to sing, even if the words were borderlinenonsensical) and for a little while he managed to forget that hisfriends were hanging out without him and his life was kind of atrashcan fire.

Heleft the shower eventually, borrowed a clean-looking towel (folded inthe cabinet meant clean, right?) and was debating with himselfwhether or not to leave a note explaining why the entire house wasfull of steam as he wandered down the hallway to the empty kitchen toavail himself of a glass of water.

Theempty kitchen wasn’t.

“Jesus,”he gasps, now, staring wildly at Dirk with his heart doing its levelbest to beat its way out of his chest entirely.Dirk’slaughing wildly at him. “You jumped so high!”“Youscared me!” He knows he has no right to be angry but he can’t helpit, it’s the adrenalin. Like knocking your head on a low shelf in anempty room and trying to find someone to fight over it. “I thoughtyou were watching movies.”“Oh. I lasted about sevenminutes. There was unpleasantness.”“In– in the horror movie? This surprised you?”“It wascalled The Grudge, I assumed it was going to be about conflictresolution. You’re very naked, by the way. I wasn’t sure if you’dnoticed.”Todd yelps, dives for the towel at a rate thatwould give a peregrine falcon pause, wraps it around his waist withhis face burning. Dirk tilts his head.

“Why’dyou change the words?”“What do you mean?”

“Ofthe song. Either you have a very specific anti-lisp that I’ve somehownot noticed, or you turned every ‘she’ into a ‘he’.”“I’mnot sure if I’m more embarrassed that you saw me naked or that youheard me singing.”“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed ofthere.” Todd nearly drops the towel. “You’ve got a lovely singingvoice.”The problem with a face like Dirk’s is that it’sabsolutely impossible to tell whether or not he’s teasing. He’salways got such a stupid gleam in his eyes over the sheer joy ofexistence that one cannot identify deliberate provocation. But ifDirk was anyone else, on the entire planet, it would be impossible toidentify the measured pause between those two sentences as anythingbut flirting.

Butit’s Dirk. Of course. Todd opts for: “Sorry I broke intoyour apartment.”“Sorry I scared you so much that youliterally died.” Mirth twinkling in Dirk’s eyes. Todd feelsentirely more vulnerable than he’s happy about, and as if on cue Dirkgets off the stool he’s sitting on. “Would you like to borrow someclothes?”“God yes please.”

Twentyminutes later, they’re both settled on the couch in pyjamas (Dirksaid it was pyjamas or the towel, no arguments allowed) with mugs ofcamomile tea. The second half of Sliding Doors, of all things, is onthe television, and Dirk is watching it with a very satisfied look onhis face and muttering “much better than murder ghosts”every few minutes.

“Mywater got cut off,” Todd explains when the ads are on. “Hence the– shower larceny.”“Stay here,” Dirk says, not lookingaround. “Until your water comes back. Or longer, if you want. Oh, Ilove this ad, this one’s my favourite -”Todd spares a briefglance for the woman twirling inanely on the screen. “Really?”“Onone condition.”“What?”“You have to sing inthe shower.” His eyes dart over and he smiles a little. “But onlyif you want.”Todd can feel himself blushing, again, feelsvery off-balance about the course the evening’s taken. There’s thatcomfortable glow in his muscles he gets after a run, and the softheat of the tea in his belly, and the soft comfort of the couch andof the simplicity of Dirk’s company, just here in a flat watchingtelevision, nothing ridiculous, no cults or body-swapped dogs orlife-threatening shenanigans. “I always change thosewords,” he says, because that’s about as forward as he can get.

AndDirk nods, as though this is an interesting piece of informationabout singing for him to consider, and Todd turns back to thetelevision and tries not to think about what the twinkle in his eyesmight mean.

#my fic #dirk gently #dirk #todd #dirk/todd #brotzly #emilynightshade89 #this prompt has been sitting in my inbox for WEEKS thank you for sending it!!!

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🌈🌈🌈🌈PG INTERPRETATION VIGNETTE OF BALMORAL ANON-1 🌈🌈🌈🌈

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MM ANON ……… For PG. , Would love your take on conversations from Balmoral Anon. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you dear PG ……… GBHMTQAOGC

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1. July 30

MM ANON ( BALMORAL ANON )…… “ who’s this Sydney?” … “ Mr Angiss sir, he’s come to install Netflix “… “ Ahhh, EPIC, what’s your first name?”… “Angus sir “…Ehh !!!, Angus Angiss”…”yes sir “… “ bloody hell, that’s unfortunate “ … “ My mother had a sense of humour sir”… “ bit like me then, what say you Sydney?……………” indubitably sir” …… “ bloody marvellous, The Queen wants to watch Ozark, she loves a bit of the old ultra violence “……… “ right ‘ refreshments Sydney,I’m parched!!”…… “yes sir “

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July 30/2020. Vignette #1

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And so it begins another lovely morning at Balmoral castle in Scotland. In beautiful Aberdeenshire, where everything is so green and beautiful and lush and it’s just the air is so fresh and on it’s just it or I can just feel it just talking about it I can just it just takes me right back. However we’re not talking about me we were talking about for the further adventures of Himself and Sydney.. Well it sounds like someone’s arrived and they are not sure who it is. However Sydney knows who it is. Himself asks now who’s this now Sydney and he replies Mr. Angiss, sir he’s coming to install the Netflix. I’m doing it in my best Scottish brogue as I am talking to you. I am doing in the best brogue that I can manage. I do so wish you could be hearing me!😁😁😁Himself is absolutely happy to be getting Netflix actually uses the word epic! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂 just like all the young kids that epic dude! Himself asks what’s your name and he says Angus, Sir, Angus Angiss🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. Bloody hell that’s the unfortunate bit of a name eh? Angus Goes on to explain his ma had a cracking sense of humour,so she did! Ha ha Himself looks to Sydney says it was a bit like me eh Sydney? oh yes Himself has a great sense of humour don’t we all know that? Ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, especially if the Boddington‘s are all stocked up! Ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Well I don’t know if he can push Sydney to agree with Himself that has a great sense of humour and in the way that only dear Sydney replies, indubitably Sir, indubitably! oh himself says bloody marvellous imagine she loves to watch Ozark on Netflix. She likes the old ultra violence ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂. Now the show Ozark,is about a family that moves to the Ozarks and somehow they get involved with some Mexican drug lords.I just took a quick spin onto Google. It doesn’t sound like my kind of thing,I don’t think it sounds like her Majesty’s kind of thing but I think Himself? oh yeah 100%!!! So he’s saying her Majesty loves that but we all know the truth of who is wanting to watch that😁😁😁🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😅😂😂😂😂! Well now that that’s all sorted, Himself is gagging for a drink and we know what the drink of his choice is. Sydney is on his way to get some nice ice cold Boddington‘s! I wonder if all of the mentions that I do in my riddles about Boddington‘s has increased their sales at all? I wouldn’t mind a portion of that revenue if in fact that was the case. Hit me up at Tumblr, Boddingtons 😁😁😁😁😁😁 🍺 🍻

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BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈…… “ Philip, PHILIP !!!”,………”what. WHAT !!!………… “ it’s the terrible trio”……… “we’ll press bloody pause !! “ ………… Kate’s zooming’ one can’t “…………… “ bloody hell” ……… Sydney’s lost my sporran and Dirk.”………… “ I can’t find my Kilt Sydney “ your wearing it sir “ ……… “bloody hell !!!”

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August 1/2020. Vignette #2

Well we return to the Sunny Vista that is Balmoral Castle in for Aberdeenshire beautiful. This software has the hardest time spelling down Morrill parking now I got down Morrell John moral I’ll get Belmorrow John Morrow Don Merrill Balmoral Balmoral Balmoral Motel Morrow all source Balmoral Motel oh OK all sorts all sorts of options on there all very rarely this is the most time so it spelled Balmoral correctly ha ha maybe it’s trying to impress your Majesty ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha that’s what it is I’m talking about moral it behaves oh no it doesn’t talk about moral OK about moral is now become Belmorrow pardon me Bellmore I’ll has now been ha Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah oh help me on my side hurts I’m laughing so hard. Ha Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah!

We are just now experiencing a power outage so I will continue as best I can I have 4% on my iPad so I think I’ll be good not 4% 54% doing OK

Let us return to beautiful Balmoral Castle.Her Majesty and Prince Philip are sitting enjoying a nice beverage relaxing in the lounge. I can see her hair done perfectly she’s wearing a lavender tweed skirt with skirt with a cream coloured blouse and a lovely shade of lavender sweater partly buttoned up and of course her beautiful wedding rings lovely and Himself is just equally nice. I see him in a gray sweater over just a lovely white shirt and I see him wearing khaki coloured cords.I don’t know what you call them, twill maybe,there but nice pair of pants. And they’re sitting in the lounge with so much history all around them so many family memories just taking it in. I have my eyes close that I’m thinking and talking about this.I do believe there is a fire 🔥 going because it can get quite chilly in those palaces and they’re just enjoying some quiet time with their beverages. When an awful noise occurs. I’m not sure what tone they have set on their device but if it’s quiet time or you’re asleep and you’re alert goes off ,whether it’s for an email. I have my alert settings differently for emails and texts and that gorgeous third thing on for FaceTime they’re all different. And I imagine they have different settings for each so they’re quiet is the interrupted by a shrill tone. Her Majesty looks at their device and says Philip PHILIP, I think he maybe had dozed off that’s why she had to how to be a little bit more stern in calling him. His replies equally stern because he’s he’s not keen to have been woken from a nice little snooze what what what WHAT!She replies it’s the terrible trio! Himself has no interest in having a conversation with a terrible trios or anyone at this time , he wants to just relax and he’s tells her to just press the bloody pause button press pause ignore! Her Majesty, she replies, Philip! it’s Catherine one cannot just cannot ignore her. His reply was oh bloody hell! I can just hear it 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 I guess we have to speak with her and the terrible trio and listen to whatever they have ready to present.

Our power just came back on Whoo hoo!

Well that dealt with now we move onto evening time. The 🔥 fire lit nice cool air coming in through the open 🚪, one can hear the birds 🦢 🐦 still singing oh the beauty of the castle in history the tradition marvelous. Himself is dressing for dinner, with the aid of Sydney of course. A 999 or 911 is occurring, this is a very big emergency and he’s very upset! Sydney has lost his sporran and his dirk. Who knows what those things are? Put up your hand. I will put a definition here so that you know what each of those things are because I want you to.

Dirk: a short dagger of a kind formerly carried by Scottish Highlanders.Sporran: The dirkwas usually worn on a belt on either the strong side of the body on the hip, or between the legs like the modern day sporran. Both these options gave ready access to the weapon in a situation where a quick draw and defensive response was required.

The sporran (/ˈspɒrən/; Scottish Gaelic for “purse”), a traditional part of male Scottish Highland dress, is a pouch that performs the same function as pockets on the pocketless kilt. … Since the traditional kilt does not have pockets, the sporran serves as a wallet and container for any other necessary personal items.

This is an emergency because one cannot dress properly in a kilt without them, worse comes to worst himself is panicking as only Himself does in the Himself way, is saying Sydney, I can’t find my kilt!!! Sydney takes a deep breath and not too quiet otherwise he won’t be heard, he replies, Sir you’re wearing your kilt! Himself looks down and it’s just BLOODY HELL!!!! the most loudest way that only Himself can do Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! I do believe half of Aberdeenshire heard him bellow! I truly am seeing these things in my head as I’m talking about that I just am picturing Sydney standing there stoically no reaction just used to the outburst just carry-on the old tradition keep calm and carry-on! Ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

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3. Aug 3

BALMORAL ANON … 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈… “ but how did he fall in Sydney?”……… “ overreaching ma’am” … “ good grief” …… “ and the Gillie dragged him out,you say” …… fortunately ma’am” ……… “ well I’ve packed him orf to bed with a tube of Vick and a hot water bottle “……… “very wise ma’am. …… “ he was soaked!! “ …… “ indubitably ma’am” …… “ And Sydney,, NO ALCOHOL!! “……… Mmmm , Yes ma’am”

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Aug 3/20

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Vignette #3

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The rainbow,God‘s covenant to us, it’s a beautiful thing. You see it after a thunderstorm when the clouds start to clear away and it takes just the teeniest tiniest bit of sun and you see the beautiful colours of the rainbow up here across the skyline. If you’re lucky you sometimes get to see a double rainbow or the rarest of all a triple rainbow. Encircling across the sky from one side of the earth to the other it’s just grand and marvellous. Well it’s been a little bit chilly and rainy in Aberdeenshire yesterday,so definitely needing some woolen sweaters and warm socks. I believe the high for tomorrow is 12°C with the rain all day and all evening. Hopefully a little closer to the shire where the castle is maybe the sun will peek out a bit. But after the rain,mind the sun and you will see them all build a full rainbow across the green luscious rolled in landscape that is Aberdeenshire! To begin to show or explain how beautiful and lush and green everything is. It is almost like somebody who needs glasses just got them and they’re seeing colour for the first time that’s how vivid it is! Even from the airplane you can see the stone fence as you can see how green things are in rolling Hills it’s just exquisite. One thing I thought was so interesting to be driving along in there with sheep in the field and they had numbers and letters in different colours spray paint it on their wool.So me being me, always asking questions, I inquired what do the sheep have thosevletters and numbers in different colours on the wool. My friend looked at me, he looked at me like I had two heads.😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣 But if l recall correctly, apparently that’s how they keep track of when they’re mating or when they bred or something like that. I didn’t know, that was new to me so anyhow it’s just beautiful. I mean if you think you’ve seen some thing as beautiful as you can imagine and then you turn another rolling hill and then you see it again and then you see it again. I how do you get closer if you’re really lucky you’ll get in far off in the distance you’ll see the North Sea but only if you’re very very lucky and only if you’ve been very very good.

“ but how did he fall in Sydney?”……… “ overreaching ma’am” … “ good grief” …… “ and the Gillie dragged him out,you say” …… fortunately ma’am” ……… “ well I’ve packed him orf to bed with a tube of Vick and a hot water bottle “……… “very wise ma’am. …… “ he was soaked!! “ …… “ indubitably ma’am” …… “ And Sydney,, NO ALCOHOL!! “……… Mmmm , Yes ma’am”

Well as we left things last in our little vignette at Balmoral, we were awaiting the arrival of the new Ghillie, Who apparently has all the latest and greatest equipment and knows where all the best spots to fly fish are. He arrives and Sydney introduces himself and introduces a Ghilly to the Duke. Himself shockingly being impatient 😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣, let’s get going it could go and none of the Yakety yackety-yack get let’s get going! I’ll give you hints of that was not Sydney or the Ghilly saying those words ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. They are on their way and looking forward to a great afternoon of flyfishing. Well fast forward about for three hours and we arrive at where we are now. They have returned to Balmoral Castle but her Majesty has not seen Sydney . So she’s going to check with Sydney her how how how did you fare? And well it sounds like there was a bit of an incidence. And her Majesty enquires for Sydney’s version of events, having already heard her husbands😁😁😁. Well, what he fell how did he fall? Sydney,Sydney how did he fall? Sydney doing his best keep calm and carry-on softly replies he was overreaching ma’am.Overreaching? Good grief she says overreaching honestly! Oh and you say the Ghilly dragged him out of the water? Sydney continues, in his best Sydney manner, to keep calm and carry-on quietly calmly replies, yes ma’am yes ma’am fortunately ma’am fortunately. HMTQ’s reply as well and show, l love this, how she should just switch is out of her ever so perfect English and slips in a few of the less formal pronunciations. I tucked him off to bed with a good hot water bottle and Vick’s vapour rub. I tell you, just as an aside,there is nothing in the world,Vicks vapour rub does not cure! Do you have a cold or do you have an aching muscles or do you have a stuffy nose. I have a friend that’s addicted to it. She keeps a jar of it by her bedside and every night before she goes to bed she put it in both of her nostrils oh should she would kill me if she knew I was ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha oh my side hurts from laughing. Oh golly! Sydney continues to standby very stoically, he concurs that was very wise quite wise. HMTQ looks at him and he was absolutely soaked, absolutely soaked! 😉 😉 🍺 She doesn’t suffer fools gladly, she knows exactly what happened, she knows her husband! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I can’t stop laughing oh. And Sydney replies, yes indubitably indubitably ma’am. indubitably that’s his favourite word I think indubitably ma’am. As she is leaving the room she says to Sydney rather sternly, NO ALCOHOL Sydney no alcohol! Ha Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah now Sydney knows exactly how this is going to go down with himself, so he go to his mothers mmmmmmmmmmmmyes ma’am. now I just time for Sydney to go to his rooms. Pour himself a nice Dram(Drambuie)and unwind after yet another day with Himself!! He can only imagine what the next day will bring………to be continued 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

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4. Aug 6

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈………… “ what do you mean , “ A photo “ I’ve just bloody arrived ,piss orf…………” it’s for our archives Philip “ ……… “ bugger the archives,I want refreshments “………… “ O don’t be tiresome Philip,it’s only us two”……… “ bloody, bloody hell!!” ……… “ Sydney ‘ we’ll soften him up with refreshments “ ………… “indubitably ma’am”…………” Philip come back, PHILIP,, “

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Aug 6/20. Vignette #4

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Oh thank you Balmoral Anon for all those rainbows.🌈🌈🌈🌈 In our last vignette I wrote about the beautiful rainbows and what they represent and you can go back and read that if you’re interested. Once again we return to the beautiful vista that is Aberdeenshire Scotland. The weather is a little chilly but lovely 14°C and sunny what a balmy day.The evening is chilly, but that’s how things are, one must be chilly in the evening in the castle. That is why they built those beautiful big raging fireplaces. I just have picture in my head, of her Majesty and Prince Philip, hereafter referred to as Himself, sitting enjoying a nice beverage.She is dressed in a green tweed skirt a lovely blouse and a green wool sweater. The green is the colour of the beautiful grass, just beautiful. Himself is dressed in days slacks and a shirt and a beautiful blue wool sweater matching his blue eyes perfectly. They are having a nice relaxing drink enjoying the fire and staying warm what a lovely evening for they have a big day tomorrow. Only Himself doesn’t know what tomorrow brings!

Tomorrow has arrived and it is now today. The weather is beautiful sunny gorgeous 17°C just absolutely a beautiful Scottish day. By the way kids I’m dead accurate on the weather because I’ve been checking it so that I have it right for the Vignette. I close my eyes I can just smell the air and I can feel the chill it’s not a bad chill, it’s a fresh chill. If you take a deep breath, it goes right down to the base of your lungs and you feel the air how clean it is. How fresh it is and then you notice the scents around you. The flowers, the grass, the trees, everything there’s nothing like a fresh outdoor scent, nothing!

A gentleman has arrived! 📸 🎥 Sydney welcomes him in with all his equipment and shows him the room where they will conduct their task. Now Sydney is no dummy he knows that this is going to be, shall I say, a wee bit of a challenge. I said that in my best brogue. Sydney quietly informs her Majesty that the gentleman has arrived. Now she has the task and goes to speak to her husband. She tells him he needs to change his clothes and put something more formal on. And he’s like what do you mean? And she is, she’s insistent that he needs to change his clothes and then she tells him why. Philip there’s a photographer 🎥 📸 here and he’s here to take our picture. His response is, a photo I’m just bloody arrived p*** Orff! Now she’s been with this man since 1947, a long time longer than I’ve been alive!! She knows, she knows him and she knows how the games he plays and she knows how to manage the dragon, 🐉🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂so to speak ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha oh sorry I am just laughing just imagining this seeing all my goodness!! She calmly carries on, as she does and says it is for the archives Philip it needed necessary mandatory for the archives!! No! Himself is so over having his picture taken and all this nonsense and he says bugger the archives I want a refreshment aka a drink 🥃 ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha oh! That’s the plan of her Majesty and Sydney get them a little happy shall we say with a few drink 🥃 then he’ll gladly pose for a picture,maybe not gladly but less grudgingly ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha exclamation! she continues on trying before resorting to the last resort of booze she said Philip it’s only you and I there’s no Trio of Tic Toc terror , l collect the other day the trio trio of terrors or something then Cambridge children that’s what he calls them the truth ha ha Ha Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah I’m dying here. As he be grudgingly starts to change his clothes you can hear him muttering bloody hell bloody hell, bloody hell!! I’m quite certain I’m hearing a few other words to that I don’t think I’ll put in here.

Of course Sydney has all of his Himself’s laid out, and he is on his way up to help Himself dress properly! As he’s going her Majesty stop to tells him, Sydney will ply him with refreshments 🥃 and she winks at him a few times. He says indubitably ma’am indubitably!

Sydney follows himself down the stairs and into the room. Having had a some refreshments now himself disposition is slightly improved. And her Majesty is all dressed and he is dressed all to the nines, he’s in a kilt with the finest tartan and all the appropriate accoutrements. She is dressed in a lovely wool skirt of purples and lavenders all the colours of the thistle which is a national flower of 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Scotland. She is wearing a lovely lavender blouse with sweater shade of light gray that fits into the colour palette. She is wearing a thistle brooch in honour of Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿. She looks beautiful! They begin to pose, starting to pose as the photographer is directing and playing with his equipment. And he has to adjust the lighting and adjust this and adjust that, OK take a picture, oh can you do this, change your face, move your face, can you move your arm, he’s just Scooch over a little bit, can you do this and after a while himself is so done with this he just gets up and walks away! Oh big sigh from her Majesty and she calls after him Philip come back Philip come back!PHILIP!!!! To be continued……………….💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻PG🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜

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5. Aug 7

BALMORAL ANON … 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈……… “ ok Sydney tell the Queen I’ll come back ………… “ bloody photographers!!” ………… “ He’s returning ma’am “ ……… “ thank you Sydney “………… “ ok Tarquin where do you want me? “………” Philip , stop jittering about “ ………… “ bloody hell” ………… do try and be civilised Philip “ ……… “JUST TAKE THE BLOODY PHOTO!!” ……… “PHILIP!!!!!!!!!”

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Aug 7/20. August 7/2020

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Vignette #5

Such a lovely day sunny ☀️☀️and lovely 17°C. We return to the shire, 🌲🌲🌲🌳🌳🌳Full and glorious flowers in🌸🌺💐🌷🌹🍄 bloom, grass is green as any grass you’ve ever seen ,trees full and lush 🌲🌳🌲🌳🌳🌲you can hear the birds singing 🐧🐦🐤even from inside the palace 🏛 (closest thing to Palace emoji I could find just so you know.)the windows are open and the doors 🚪 🚪 are open for the fresh air just an absolutely perfect afternoon. Except for one thing! It is not the trio of terrors the Cambridge children who had the tantrum, it was Himself that had a tantrum and stormed off/orf😁😁from having the portraits 🎥 📸 taken!His very fragile patience tolerance was reached very quickly despite’refreshments’ several times over 🥃 🥃 🍺 I am writing this with love,so I hope that if per chance himself hears about it but I will not be sworn about 🤬🤬🤬🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!This was the perfect place,the perfect time,the perfect people ,and the perfect photographer 📸.

Silence, complete silence! Nobody moves. Nobody says anything. Nobody looks at each other. Himself has just stormed off, after begrudgingly agreeing to be in the portraits. His patience wore thin, or shall l say, to put it mildly, or should I say his patience wore bloody thin😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. HMTQ softly breaks the silence and request that Sydney go check and speak with Himself. Quietly Sydney leaves the room and braces himself for the task at hand. He knocks on the door no reply. He enters the room and he hears muttering and slapping of the knees, just pure frustration. Sydney enquires, Sir, are you quite all right? Bloody photographers all these years of bloody pictures and photographers,in painting the portraits,oh I’m so bloody tired of it all. Sydney knows just what to say. Sir, this is very important to her Majesty and she would ever so happy if you would come back and have the portraits taken. Sir, would you please do that? Sydney, tell her Majesty I will come back. As Sydney is exiting the room, he says, very good Sir. I should let her Majesty know. As he is closing the door, he hears the start of the muttering resume. Sydney slips silently back into the room where the photographer and HMTQ are waiting. Sydney softly informs HMTQ that Himself will return. Her Majesty, ever so grateful, oh thank you Sydney, thank you so much so very much.

Himself re-enters the room, he recently flew out of 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, not quite as silently as Sydney but not saying a word.HMTQ is very pleased. They take their places again and her Majesty inquires of the photographer, whose name is Tarquin (love that name I’ve always love that name Tarquin) where do you want us? Tarquin thinks he would like them seated by side by side on a settee. They are posing and he is getting ready to start taking photographs. Himself is already starting to fidget. He is not comfortable, I wonder if he suffers a lot of pain in his joints he had a hip replacement I think it’s all this I think maybe him being in pain maybe contribute to some of his idiosyncrasies I shall say. He dislikes like sitting there, he does not want to be there, he is only there because he loves his wife. But that also comes with with a lot of limits too,because you know one has only that much patience! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha kids I’m seeing this in my head and my side hurts I’m laughing so hard ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. He is given a message from her Majesty,loud and clear,stop jittering about Philip! Well he appreciates that about as much as a cat appreciates having a bath. And outcomes old faithful, bloody hell bloody hell!!!!! Her Majesty sternly says, oh really Philip do you try and be civilized!Now one’s patience is wearing thin. The word one, is speaking in the third person and that is the 👑 Queen. HMTQ does not say l, she says One. One is not amused with his behavior! That is it the dam brakes and all the water, so to speak, floods out in words. He lets it out with one big bellow… “JUST TAKE THE BLOODY PHOTO!!”. HMTQ replies almost as loud “PHILIP!!!!!!!!!” .🎥 📸 Tarquin was able to snap just enough portraits to get a good picture. To be continued….

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6. August 8

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BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈…… “ good grief Sydney , all that fluffing about with Tarquin has put my bloody knee out, get the Bloody Tiger Balm” ……… “ indubitably sir” ………… “the Queen has retired for the night sir “ ……… “ well it’s been a challenging evening Sydney,I hate bloody photographers “ … “understandably sir”…… “ I think refreshments are in order Sydney “ … “ I have the trolley ready sir “ … “ what’s on Netflix ? “…… “ has one watched The Crown sir”… “BLOODY HELL SYDNEY!!!”

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Aug 8/20

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August 8/2020

Vignette #6

Have you ever had a day where you had to do some thing that was quite important, but you know that the person that you had to do it with was going to be very difficult and uncooperative? Well if you think about it for a little bit, that’s pretty much how every day of her Majesty’s life has been for a few years now ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha or more than a few years ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Does it mean they do not love each other? No of course it does not. They both value duty and honour and all those things which she possesses in spades. They have devoted their lives to this. However he has retired. He retired a few years ago, and with the exception of a few weddings or other such things like the gathering of unhappy people where he attends and does his duty, he feels that he may know has “done his bit”,as he has said in the past and now he has retired. So in all fairness being all kitted out, dragged in for yet another photo session 📸🎥for an archive portrait, he feels it is not necessary. However, just in case he had forgotten,🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂he actually is still married to the Queen of England and the Commonwealth! Ha ha Ha ha ha Ha Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah serious I’m sorry. Sorry kids before when I used to hand type you had to put up with all my word mistakes and when I was laughing at something you would not know, but now I guess I cannot hide it ha ha Ha ha ha. With the teamwork of her Majesty, Sydney and Tarquin the photographer, and Himself the deed was done. There is now a lovely photo for the archives. Oops, I forgot I forgot to mention there was also a great deal of help from 🥃 🥃 🍺🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. So finally Tarquin has packed up his equipment and has silently left the palace.🎥📸

It’s a very chilly evening ,9°C ,the 🔥 fire is going most definitely! Flames dancing, the crackling of the wood ,the smell of the burning and the heat emanating from the fire warming the room. There just is is nothing like it. There’s no substitute for a real fireplace the smell, the sound and the warmth in so so comforting. We are in Himself’s room, he is trying to get out of his kit, not kilt, but his kit, his whole outfit. Oh I love old music 🎼 and this comes to mind. This is an old world war one song which l used to play and sing with patients. It goes, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile 😊smile 😊smile 😊,While you’ve a lucifer 🔥 to light your fag, 🚬 smile😊boys that the style! What’s the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile, so,pack up,your troubles in your old kit bag and smile,😊 smile 😊smile😊!How many of your kids you know that song? Music 🎼 I cannot tell you how many times I have sung that song and played it on the 🎹 piano. You might not know lucifer, 🔥 back then was a lighter. My whole life until quite recently a fag 🚬 has always been a cigarette! My dad called them that, my sisters called them that, everybody in my family did. It goes way back to world war one and maybe even further back than that. And yet another word has been misappropriated in a derogatory way. Anyhow I still call them fags 🚬 that’s all I know.. anyhow I digressed from kit. Himself is in his room trying to get out of his kit. He is tired and he’s aching. That’s what I kind of wondered yesterday probably all that messing about caused some some of his grumpiness is related to pain and I have a little sympathy for you Sir, I have more than a little sympathy for you. 😖☺️Sydney quietly enters the room and lays out a nice set of clothes for him much more informal. He begins to help him get out of his fancy dress kilt, to put all the items away. Himself start speaking to Sydney. All that fluffing about with Tarquin 📸🎥has put my bloody knee🦵out. See about that tiger 🐅 balm. Sydney quietly replies indubitably Sir and goes to fetch the tiger 🐅balm. It is always kept near for it is frequently needed.Sydney returns with the tiger 🐅balm in hand and himself is sitting on the bed 🛌.Sydney goes to work with the tiger 🐅balm and gently massages it into his knee. If you’re not familiar with tiger 🐅 balm it’s a one of these over-the-counter pain relief cream that you can rub onto your arthritic joints some people find it quite effective. Himself begins to feel some relief from the pain he’s feeling. He’s 99, a very proud man, not one to moan about pain. So some of his irritability is from pain I have no doubt of that. However I also I have no doubt that his personality is a very Alpha male I shall say to put it to put it nicely ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Sydney informs Himself that her Majesty has retired for the night. He replies it’s been a long evening, a very very long and challenging evening.I hate bloody photographers, just hate bloody photographers. 📸 🎥 Sydney knows only too well over the years what this is like and he replies understandably Sir.

Himself is now dressed in night clothes some nice gray slippers light gray night shirt and oh lovely lovely dove gray robe. He is much more comfortable now. His knee 🦵is starting to feel better and where do you think his mind wanders to? I wonder hmmmmmmmm, thinking about what could it be? Aaaah, He comes up with it, Sydney I do believe some refreshments 🥃🍺are in order! As usual, dear Sydney is 10 steps ahead of Himself! He replies, I have the trolly already sir! So they head down to the lounge where the TV is. But more importantly that is where the trolly is definitely! 😁🥃😁🥃😁🍺😁🍺😁What’s on Netflix Sydney, what’s on Netflix? Has one watched The Crown Sir? Now Sydney knows very well that they have watched The Crown on Netflix and the last thing Himself wants to talk, read, watch or think about is the royal family duties. I don’t know why Sydney is ‘poking the 🐻 bear’ so to speak, but he decides to poke the bear Ha Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Hah Sydney you’re playing a dangerous game ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. Himself knows very well that Sydney knows very well they have watched it and he’s just putting it in as a little bit of am irritant or as a jab. And Himself’s response is a loud spine tingling bellowing BLOODY HELL SYDNEY!!!!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sydney had quietly left the room. to be continued……..

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜DONE WITH LOVE AND RESPECT FOR HMTQ AND HIMSELF💜💜💜💜💜

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7. Aug 10

BALMORAL ANON 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 ……………” Sydney, bring the Lone Ranger to the back door, we’re going to make a break for it”…… “ a break to where sir” …… “ bloody fishing , where do you think?” …… “ Sir, the Queen is on the Northern uplands “ ……… “ then we’ll head south “ …… “ Herself will be all day up there , and give me a hand with these bloody waders” ……… “ but sir,your knee sir” … “ c’mon we’re orf”

Thank yoi😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Aug 9/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you Balmoral Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 10/2020 Sorry l am a day late, one must get her beauty sleep, after all!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

Vignette #7

Another day has dawned sun ☀️ in the beautiful vista of Aberdeenshire. 🌲 🌳 💐 🦅 🦢 The sun ☀️ is shining down on Balmoral castle in all it’s glory and all of the 15,000 acres of greenery. I can hear The beautiful notes of 🎼 Edvard Grieg: “Peer Gynt - Morning Mood”.You may not know the title or the composer 🎼 but I can assure you you know the music. 🎼 That’s what’s in my head as I begin to think about what’s going to happen this day. Her Majesty 👑 has had a lovely rest and she has already started her day and is out in the Northern Uplands. Yesterday we saw pictures 📸 🎥 of her walking with various people ,at a safe distance of course. She is wearing a lovely tweet skirt, gilet and a cotton blouse and lovely solid but beautiful leather walking shoes. Prince Edward and his wife Sophie and their two children have joined her, at a safe distance. They will be spending the day together and lunch 🧺 has already been brought with them. Her Majesty is going to be spending the day as she loves to outdoors with her dogs 🐶 🐕 with her family. A beautiful 18°C and ☀️ and the beautiful vista of the shire, 🌲 my how could life get any better? After all she has gone through in her many years, but in the last two, especially in 2020 this time away is a well earned rest and a time just to relax.

She has left Himself at home under the watchful eyes of Sydney. However, she is well aware that they will get up to something no doubts! However she’s going to have a lovely day and that’s that’s the most important.

Himself has had a good long lie in, fully rested from yesterday‘s events with Tarquin!📸🎥Mind you the refreshments that he had repeatedly probably helped him to sleep 💤 😴 much longer than normal!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂

Sydney has already helped him dress and he is in the middle of his breakfast, when he has a brilliant idea! 🎣 Himself bellows Sydney, Sydney, Sydney come here! And Sydney returns to,the table and enquires, yes Sir? Himself tells Sydney, l’ve just had a brilliant idea! You bring the Lone Ranger (aka Range Rover),🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 to the door 🚪, we’re going to make a break for it!!! Yes as we all know Balmoral Palace is actually a prison!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂And they keep Himself incarcerated there!😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣Sydney is a bit puzzled, however he is most used to these sorts of things. It is not his first day on the job shall I say! Sydney inquires, make a break Sir? Himself replies, bloody fishing 🎣, where do you think? Sydney takes a deep breath and replies, The Queen is on the Northern Uplands. Himself thinks a moment,as that is where he had intended to go fishing. Another brilliant idea, ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha, then will head south rubbing his hands together gleefully!😁😁😁😁😁🎣🎣🎣🎣😁😁😁😁😁😁😁 Himself loves to think he could pull one over on Her Majesty! But he never can, but he never can and never will! Poor Sydney poor, poor, Sydney, the ever faithful loyal Sydney! They have been talking all the way to the tack room! Ha then will head the other way ha ha Ha ha ha can you not hear his evil 😁laugh? ha ha Ha she’ll never know she’ll never know! She herself will be up there all day, so she will, she’ll be up there all day! Sydney! Sydney give me a hand with these bloody waders!! He is getting kitted out for flyfishing! 🎣🎣😁😁😁😁🎣🎣 Sydney don’t forget to bring refreshments! 🥃 🍺 🍺 🥃!!! ( Well I added that part because by now I know by now, nothing, and l mean NOTHING😁😁happens for Himself without some refreshments!!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂😁😁😁😁) Sydney is trying to stall by saying, but your knee Sir, your knee! Never mind my bloody knee! Come on, we’re orf!!!! To be continued………

🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈💜💜💜💜💜💜 done with love by PG💜💜💜💜💜💜🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧 🇦🇺🇳🇿

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8. Aug 10

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈…… “zara is that prince Philip down there with Sydney “ …… “I believe it is Granmama,”…… “ good grief he’s fishing, he’s supposed to be infirm with his knee “ … “doesn’t look like it Gran, “…… “ I’ll surprise him Zara” ……… “ I’ve hooked a big bugger Sydney “ …” indubitably sir” … “get the bloody net” … “Sir, sir it’s the Queen coming”… “ WHAT!! bloody bugger , that’s torn it” … “ Sydney dragged me here ,it’s his fault “

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Aug 10/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you so much Balmoral Anon!!! I LOVE THESE!!!🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 10/2020

Vignette #8

So let us pick up where we left off earlier. Himself is all ready to go and very impatiently waiting as Sydney needed to change his kit! Sydney is not about to enter the water dressed in his fine clothes. Nor is he at all inclined to leave Himself alone in the water! So Sydney has changed and he’s got his waders and his wellies on. He is all ready to hit the jungle and go flyfishing! Or rather prevent any major mishaps which might result in the Duke being swept away down the river bellowing away SYDNEY SYDNEY🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Sydney has experienced many things and his imagination can create some scenarios that are very likely. All the while Himself is bellowing Sydney! Sydney! hurry up hurry up!! So they head off in the lone ranger. I won’t tell you who’s driving, but I am quite certain that you know that it’s probably somebody who should not be driving! Despite all of Sydney‘s protests and tears almost, as Himself is at the helm! Sydney insists that Himself wears a seatbelt as he fastens his own! Before long they arrive at the most beautiful site. Green as far as the eye can see, rolling hills of green. The greens plus easy access to the river. Beautiful wildflowers and of course thistles amongst them. The thistle is the official flower of Scotland and grows wild and free, just beautiful! Sydney helps Himself out of the Lone Ranger. They walk across meadow, with Sydney carrying everything and they go ever so carefully into the water. Now it’s 18°C and a very sunny 😎 ☀️ day, but the water is, so shall I say a wee bit on the chilly side. With the aid of Sydney, Himself is able to remain upright and begins to cast. 🎣 So begins the never ending task of flyfishing. You don’t just cast and leave your bob in the 💦water waiting for the fish 🐟 🐠 to bite. In flyfishing, you’ve got to cast and reel in, cast and your reel it’s nonstop. hence the term flyfishing 🎣. The technique is to mimic a fly or a large insect fluttering along the top of the water and that the fish jump out and eat. So they are having just a blast or at least Himself is!. Just think Sydney, no one knows we’re here we are having a bloody marvellous time and her Majesty knows nothing Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂 Oh I think he likes to try and get things over on her for sure, however as we shall see that is not going to be the case today.

Her Majesty, who is supposed to be in the North Uplands apparently has changed direction. She’s on her walk and Zara is there with her. They’re having a lovely day enjoying the weather and enjoying each other‘s company and being in the great outdoors. Her Majesty takes note of some people fishing. She looks, she looks again she said to Zara, , Over there in the water is that Prince Philip flyfishing? Zara looks and instantly knows who it is but she doesn’t want to get him in trouble. Zara knows she must speak the truth. I believe it is him granmama! He is flyfishing 🎣good grief, he is meant to be infirm with a sore knee! 🦵 it certainly doesn’t look like it Gran! i’ll surprise him Zara!!

Meanwhile back at the river himself and Sydney are completely unaware that they are being observed, 👀 remain totally focused on the flyfishing🎣 Oh Himself can feel it on the rod, is pulling, Sydney I’ve got myself a big bugger 🐠 🦈 🐋 🐳🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂so I have! Sydney with his usual reply indubitably sir indubitably!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 Get the bloody net Sydney, l’ve caught the biggest bugger so l have! I’ve got myself a real big bugger here, his chest swelling with pride and a bit of arrogance! Himself is basking in the moment of tremendous success. Sydney looks around and he’s in a horror of what he sees almost rattling Sydney,not quite because he’s been around the block a few times. Sir! Sir! it’s the Queen, 👑she’s here she’s coming!!!! WHAT, bloody bugger, that’s torn it!! All his fun has come to an end and yet again he was not able to pull off some thing with out her Majesty being aware.She approaches and has a look that only a wife gives a husband after decades and decades of marriage, she’s giving him that look! He knows he’s in trouble! And what does he do? He blames Sydney! It’s Sydney‘s fault, it’s all Sydney‘s fault he dragged me here!!! Philip, I do believe your nose is growing! Do you know, as 🤥🤥🤥🤥in Pinocchio. When he told a lie his nose grew! Come along now and we will have a chat about this, over some refreshments! 🥃 🍺🥃 🍺🥃 🍺. Upon hearing the word refreshments, he agrees with Her Majesty, puts his arm around her and says let’s do, let’s do have a chat over some refreshments. 😁😁😁😁😁 Poor Sydney is left behind to clean up all the mess and deal with the big fish and drive the lone ranger back to the palace. Poor poor Sydney.To be continued………..

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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9. Aug 12

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿… “we were rumbled Sydney, I bet that new Gillie grassed us.” … he comes highly recommended sir “ …… “ don’t trust someone with their eyes that close “…… “ your prerogative sir” … “ it’s film night and it’s the Queens choice “ …… “ I have the DVD here sir “When Harry Met Sally”… “ not again!! Bloody hell!! Get the refreshments out Sydney “ …… “indubitably sir”

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Aug 12/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you Balmoral Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 12/2020

Vignette #9

Another beautiful day ☀️ 18C,🌲 🌲 🌳 🌳 💐 🌸🌺🌹has passed in Aberdeenshire at Balmoral Castle. Yesterdays naughty behaviour was addressed. Her Majesty, the Queen is quite aware that it will occur again and again and again 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂as it always does! In fact they’re planning it again and it was to happen today day after the very day after they made their escape from Balmoral Castle otherwise known as Himself’s private prison!🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Sydney has located what he has heard is a good Ghilly to take them 🎣fishing. They waited and they waited and they waited nobody showed up. Himself is in a foul mood! Like normal!😁😁🤣🤣😂😂😂😂He says we were rumbled, Sydney I bet that new Gillie grassed us! 🥃 🍺 🥃 🍺 🍸 🍸. Now if anybody should be expert at grassing someone or being grassed I think it would be Himself!😁😁😁😁😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 l will softly say for those of you who don’t know it means extremely intoxicated! I miss read it I thought it said gassed ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! It says grassed, with that r, that means someone told their secrets! Well gassed was just so funny I thought I would just leave that right in.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂It fits in so well ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.The Queen has her eyes and ears everywhere! And someone has spoiled their or Himself’s fun!! Sydney always goes along as, shall I say an unwilling willing and willing partner.😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣The truth be told, as in being grassed ie tipsy would be something that Himself would know absolutely nothing about!🤪😜🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂👀 👀. Rambled meaning the Gillie took the money and never showed up! I think now I have spellt Gilly every possible way that is to spell Ghilly!! Sydney remains nonplused, he’s so used to this behavior, and he says, well he does come highly recommended Sir! He continues to hear Himself muttering away under his breath,don’t trust someone with their eyes 👀 👀 so close! Just don’t trust someone with their 👀 so close!!👀 👀 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣! Sydney replies quite abruptly that’s your prerogative sir!😁😁😁😁😁 Way to go Sydney you got one in there, good stuff!!😁😁😁😁😁. Himself muttering continues but it changes to another topic. Tonight‘s movie 🍿 🎥 night… The Queen’s 👑 choice. Sydney reply replies I have the DVD here so it’s called When Harry Met Sally, no not your grandson, Sir, this is a different Harry!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂No no no not Prince Harry Sir, this is a different Harry,played by an actor! Bloody hell!!Sydney, you’re having me on! I know it’s not my grandson bloody hell!!! I thought a bit of levity might help situation Sir!😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 Bloody hell not that 🎞 film 🎥 again! Bloody hell get the refreshments🍺🥃🍸🥃🍺🥃🍸🥃🍺🥃🍸🥃🍺 out Sydney pronto!!! Indubitably sir, indubitably! 😉 😉 😉😁😁😁😁To be continued…….

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦 🇬🇧 🇦🇺 🇳🇿

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My love letters to a HMTQ and Himself💜💜PG💜💜

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10. Aug 13

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Balmoral Anon PG Vignette #10🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Balmoral Anon

BALMORAL ANON 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿…” got the guns ready Sydney “ …… “reluctantly sir” ……” o come on’ that arm healed up nicely “ … “ I’ve been paired with the Lord admiral, that’ll be a bloody trial , his daughter’s coming as support “ bloody women on a shoot” never allow them out of the kitchen!!”… “no sir “… there will be women Gillies next!!…… The Duke Of Montrose has a female Gillie sir, … “WHAT!! Never invite him here!,”

Thank you!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Aug 13/20 Thurs

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣��󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you Balmoral Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 13/2020

Vignette #10

Have you ever watched TV 📺 and felt like every show that you is the exact same story? Or have you ever like read books 📚 in it like the same story going over and over just the character names are different? Have you ever had a sense of impending doom every day that you went to your job? Have you ever listened to music 🎶 🎵 🎼 on the radio 📻 and found that all the songs sounded exactly the same and the words were all just gibberish? Have you ever been to different restaurants and the food 🥘 menus were all nearly identical! And the food 🥘 equally terrible? Well that is the life of Sydney, our dear loyal, ever faithful Sydney ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha oh goodness I’m already laughing. 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂Day after day, faithful, loyal Sydney shows up to do his job, dressed impeccably without a crease, face shaven clean,everything perfectly in its place, 🤪no anxiety on his face just calm, cool, carry-on! Now in all fairness, every day is not exactly the same, but the result is generally the same. Himself gets an idea, things go wonky and haywire, and her Majesty the Queen👑 finds out. Every single solitary time!!

Well today, Himself thinks he’s got the answer to the greatest day ever. He has discussed this with Sydney a little earlier and he has more than a little trepidation. He asks Sydney, have you got the guns ready Sydney? Can you believe that they do not have any emoji for guns?!? The only emoji for guns 💪🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂is this. I don’t believe Himself is referring to biceps I think he’s referring to a different kind of gun.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂Sydney replies sort of trembling but not not on the verge of falling, reluctantly sir! Himself looks at him and says oh come on Sydney that arm is healed up nicely! Now we know very well of their mishaps in the river. I can safely say there have been some mishaps on shoots as well. They are off to a shooting day. Himself says I’ve been paired with the Lord Admiral, that’ll be a bloody trial, his daughters coming as support! bloody women on a shoot never allow them out of the kitchen!!! Now there are so many things wrong with that sentence!🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 The Lord Admiral, according to Himself, is very difficult on one’s patience and difficult to get along with. It’s quite funny because this exact same conversation is going on between the Lord Admiral and his daughter. Sydney replies, no sir! He is saying the exact same words except about Himself!!! The other important piece to remember is that the Lord Admiral’s daughter is known to be a crack shot!! Himself, never wanting to be upstaged by anyone! So he resorts to women should be kept in the kitchen as his answer to this problem!😂😂😂😂😂☺️🤣🤣🤣🤣 Himself continues to mutter and carry-on as he does, everything all day, next thing you know there will be women Gillies! 🎣 Sydney replies the Duke of Montrose has a female sir! 🎣 WHAT!!! never invite him here ever!!! those words exploded like the end of a blunderbuss! And that was the end of the conversation and off they went to face the Lord Admiral and his daughter at the shoot!!!……..to be continued

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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11. Aug 14

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈……“good shot Tony, I’m off my bloody game today “ ……” try my browning,it’s lighter than the Dickinson”………” I’m changing guns with the Lord Sydney “ ……… “yes sir “…”I see you’re daughters paired with the Gillie “ …… “ I find him a tad familiar Philip “ …… “ I told you Sydney ‘ it’s his bloody eyes”………… “ indubitably sir”

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Aug 14/20

Well this is me fresh off after one blankity blank of a difficult riddle! Now I am back to my love story to her Majesty the Queen and Himself!

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈THANK YOU BALMORAL ANON🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 14/2020. Vignette #11

Again I am hearing 👂 that morning musical 🎶 🎵 🎼sonata from Peer Gynt. The sun ☀️ is high in the sky beautiful blue sky beautiful Rollinghills green and blue floating combining into one another. We continue from yesterday. Himself is on a shoot with faithful, loyal Sydney and Lord Montrose with his daughter, who, according to Himself, should’ve stayed in the kitchen, 🥘 🍴 that’s where all women belong in the bloody kitchen!! Except for Her Majesty 👑 , of course.😁😁🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. He managed to get over his “opinion“ and go on the shoot. It’s Lord Montrose shooting now. Montrose is the town north of Aberdeen on the north see on the northeastcoast. A chap l used to work with, his parents were from there and he takes them back every year. So when I would come back from my trip, so I would ask him before I left out ask him if there’s anything he wanted and he always only wanted a pack of penguins. 🐧Now those of you don’t know what 🐧 penguins are there, no not birds, they’re not even shaped in the shape of penguins! They are a kind of biscuit/cookie depending where you live they are called differently, kind of a cookie with icing in the middle. He was always so happy to get his penguins when I brought them for him. But I digressed. Oh Lord Montrose fires an excellent shot and he hits the pheasant and knocks him right down. Begrudgingly Himself says, you’re a good shot Tony, as for me, I’m off my bloody game today so I am. Lord Montrose, Tony, says to Himself try my browning it’s lighter than the Dickinson. I’m changing guns with the Lord Sydney, Sydney replies yes sir, no further comment is necessary and no further comment is wanted from Sydney.

As they continue to go about their shoot, Himself says to Lord Montrose, I see your daughters paired with a Gilly 🎣 and Tony looks at them and then he returns to Himself and says I find him a tad familiar🤔🤔😤😤 Philip and then it dawned on Himself the 👀 👀 are too close together I told you Sydney, I told you the other day Sydney his bloody eyes are too close together! Never trust him never trust him! Look at those bloody eyes 👀 👀 of! I don’t trust him, indubitably Sir, Sydney replies indubitably Sir………. in his head, Sydney is thinking where is the trolly of refreshments when I need them!!! 🥃 🍺 🥃 🍺 🥃 🍺 🍸🍸…….to be continued…..

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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12. Aug 15

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈Sydney’ Sydney,my bloody tablets,” … “ after breakfast sir, the meds tray is all ready “…… “ nurse Carmine wants to take bloods this afternoon, bloody needles” … “ your in top-ho shape sir” ……” treats me like a bloody pin cushion “ … it’s the full bloody MOT” …… “I’ll need refreshments afterwards Sydney“… “ I’ve anticipated the requirements sir” …… “ top-ho Sydney, don’t tell the Queen “ …” indubitably sir”

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Aug 15/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you Balmoral Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 15/2020

Vignette #12

Oh having survived the Hunt with the Lord Montrose, a new day has risen in Aberdeenshire. The new day it’s chillier than it has been but still ☀️ sunny The grass is just the screen, the 💐 🌸 🌺 flowers are just beautiful, The birds 🦅 🦢 🦢 🐦 are singing just as loudly, and the air is just as crisp and fresh. himself as having breakfast. ☕️ 🥘 🍴 for some reason I don’t think he’s a morning person ha ha ha🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. As usual because about doing his job, and before long, he hears Himself bellowing Sydney, Sydney, AS IF SYDNEY WERE NOT RIGHT THERE IN THE ROOM🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂, my bloody tablets. With great patience forebearance and truthfully after years of service, extreme respect and some fondness for Himself, Sydney replies, after breakfast Sir, the meds tray is all ready. The muttering and grumbling continues while finishing up his breakfast. Nurse Carmine, must have nerves of steel and a very steady hand😁, because older people’s veins roll badly and taking the blood 🩸 can be tough, Nurse Carmine wants to takes 🩸 bloods the afternoon. Bloody needles!! 😒😒😏😏🧐🧐🤨🤨I hope Nurse Carmine has lots of experience 😁😁😁 with 🩸 and individuals who are somewhat of an intimidating nature.😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sydney reassuringly replies, you’re in top- ho shape sir! Giving a clue that this is not Nurse Carmine’s first visit, Himself states treats me like a bloody concussion!! it’s a full bloody MOT! Every few years in the UK vehicles have to be, well what we call in 🇨🇦 call safetied and everything about them has to be checked to be sure that they’re safe to be on the road. Himself is comparing having his blood 🩸 taken, to Himself is a vehicle being checked over to ensure he is safe on the road of life, so to speak. ensuring that all is well. I feel I can feel for him at his age, I can certainly fill up my age with my issues when does get extremely tired of blood tests and MRIs and doctor after doctor after doctor. I can imagine a man who’s been as active as him, I feel for him. Put it this way, I feel for him, every little poke in the arm is a reminder that life has changed and he’s not the man he used to physically. Mentally? Now that is another story.😁😁😁😁😁 He is probably more or more intimidating and more challenging than he ever was. 😁😁😁😁 Good on him for that! 👍🏻 👍🏻

As if Sydney were not already anticipating the need, himself states Sydney I’m going to need refreshments after!!! 🥃 🍺 🥃 🍺 🍸 🍸 with a bit of a smile that Himself cannot see, Sydney replies, I’ve anticipated the needs Sir.

Sydney, you are one amazing gentleman!! What is more, I know you are the actual person serving in that role! I take my hat 🎩 off to you Sir! Himself replies, top-ho Sydney, but don’t tell the 👑 Queen! Sydney is usually reply indubitably sir!…….to be continued

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦 🇬🇧 🇦🇺 🇳🇿

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13. Aug 16

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈… “ sir, The three Amigos on zoom” … Gan’ Gan, we’re playing Star Wars and Louis is Luke Skywalker,I’m Hans Solo and Charlotte is Princess Leia and we’re coming to get Sydney with our light sabres. …”bloo…… how wonderful , Sydney your a gonna!! , Charlotte is going to zap you “ … “ how exciting sir” … “Louis,stop zapping the cat” …”he’s Darth Vader Gan Gan” … “ we had a chef like that!! “ … “ “ “refreshments I think sir”. EPIC.

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Aug 16/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you Balmoral Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 16/2020. Vignette #13

After busy days of fly 🎣 fishing, portraits 🎥 📷 📸 being taken, resulting in Himself’s🦵sore knee needing tiger balm refreshments🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂, shooting with the Lord Montrose and his daughter, and the worst of all, that bloody untrustable Gilly 🎣 with his 👀👀 eyes that were too close together! It has all been far from holiday making for Himself, EXCEPT the refreshments😁😁😁🥃🍺🍸🍺🍸🥃🍺🍸🥃🍺🍸 ☕️ ☕️ 😁😁😁😁😁!! Actually the worst was Nurse Carmine ‘stabbing’ me and taking my blood! Bloody awful!! Sydney replied, Sir, Nurse 👩‍⚕️ Carmine was able to take your blood 🩸 sample with just one poke, it went rather quickly sir! Bloody 🩸 pokes and prods, so tiresome, being poked and prodded!. Sydney is quick to reassure him, Sir, today it will be a quiet day. There is nothing on the docket at all for the day, just pure relaxation and plenty of refreshments. 🥃🍺🍸🥃🍺🍸🥃🍺 ☕️ ☕️ And hearing that, Himself is starting to cease the grumbling and have almost a 😆 happy attitude, dare I say it🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Sydney leaves the room to carry out his other duties leaving Himself alone with his thoughts. Himself is rather enjoying the silence and having nobody asking him to pose this way or do this or do that, just Himself, alone in the peace and quiet. OR SO HE THINKS😁😁😁🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂However, it is not long before his peaceful day is interrupted, as Sydney renters the room. Sydney says Sir, Sir the three amigos are on zoom! Oh dear! Surprisingly he gets up and goes to the room where her Majesty is already deep in conversation. GAN Gan, 👑 we’re playing Star Wars! Louis is Luke Skywalker I’m Han Solo and Charlotte is Princess Leia. and we are coming to get Sydney with our light sabres!! Himself starts to say 🩸 bloody, but remembers language and children are a no no😁😁! He says bloo….how wonderful! Sydney you’re a gonna!! ( goner, dead, finished, wiped out etc etc) Charlotte is going to zap you!!! Sydney replies, how exciting Sir,quite nonplussed by yet again being someone’s target!🤨🤨🤨🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐. HMTQ 👑 says Louis stop zapping the cat! He is Darth Vader Gan Gan!! 👑 We had a chef like that!!, Himself mutters, already tiring of the noise. without even being asked and quite frankly needing some himself, 😅😅😅Sydney simply states refreshments🥃🍺🍸☕️🥃🍺🍸☕️🥃🍺☕️ are in order I think sir! Himself reply is simple but loud, EPIC!!!, copying the language of the children ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😅😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. They leave her Majesty the 👑 alone to continue the zoom visit with the Star Wars trio of terror!! To be continued……….

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

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14. Aug 17

BALMORAL ANON 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿… “ NOOO!! Gan gans Princess Leia I want to be a stormtrooper “ …… “miss Charlotte is now a Stormtrooper ma’am” … “ and one is now Princess Leia” … “Sydney ‘ is the cat still Darth Vader “ … “ I believe so ma’am”…” young George wants himself to play Chewbacca ma’am” … “ not on your bloody Nellie ,I’m partaking of refreshments “… “come on Philip do join in” …” “tell Charlotte I’m a Jedi”.

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Mon Aug 17/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you Balmoral Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 17/2020 one week till l turn 54😁😁😁😁😁😁

Vignette # 14

Well this is the point where I would normally say we return to the beautiful sunny☀️vista of Aberdeenshire. 🌳 🌲 🌳 🌺 💐 However that is not the case today. Yes we are still in Balmoral Castle, but not as we know it Jim!! (Ha ha l got your favourite in there MM Anon💜💜😊😊😁😁😊😊💜💜) but it’s not a serene vista today. By far not, it’s loud with the trio of terror on Star Wars Duty! Cue dramatic organ music 🎵 🎼 🎶Gan Gan and Sydney are still heavily involved in the theater. 🎭 However it seems like there have been some roles changed. A very shrill loud scream erupts NNNOOOOOOOOO!!!! Princess Charlotte screams, Gan Gan is Princess Leia now, I want to be a storm trooper! Sydney clarifyingly tells HMTQ, Miss Charlotte is now a storm trooper ma’am. HMTQ replies and one is Princess Leia. She needs further clarification from Sydney. She enquires, Sydney is the cat still Darth Vader? Sydney not using the word indubitably for once, 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 states yes I believe so ma’am. Himself has been in the room the entire time enjoying refreshments 🥃 🍺 🍸🥃 ☕️ 🍺 🍸 And glad that he does not have to take part in this trio of terror madness!🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Sydney is passing on a request Prince George has made. Ma’am, young George wants Himself to play Chewbacca ma’am. The words are barely out of his mouth when a loud bellowing voice yells, not on your bloody Nelly! I am partaking of refreshments!!🥃☕️🥃🍺🍸🍺🥃🥃☕️🥃🍺🍸🍺🥃! Is it me or am I starting to see double in the refreshments ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. HMTQ. Philip really please join,do join in. Grumbling Himself says tell Charlotte I am a Jedi!!! To be continued………….

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

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15. Aug 18

BALMORAL ANON 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿… “ well Sydney the terror trio have gone orf to bed , the Queen is joining me for refreshments in the drawing room and we’re going to watch “ you’ve got mail” … “ a wonderful choice sir “ … “ of course it’ll all start again when they come up on there hols”… “ indubitably sir”… “ ahh, Sydney refreshments “ … “ yes ma’am” … “my usual Sydney “ yes ma’am.”… “ bloody wonderful old thing ,……peace”.

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Tuesday Aug 18/20August 18/2020

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈THANK YOU DEAR BALMORAL ANON🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Vignette #15

I want to share something with you. Our beloved Princess Royale, Princess Anne, turned 70 in a few weeks ago. The British issue of Country Life did a special edition guest edited by her, and of course she was on the cover. Well my sister lives in a large city and I had asked her to go scouting and she could not find any. So I thought I’ll give that up. Yesterday, my friend got my post for me, as we in 🇨🇦have a community mailbox outside.It’s most annoying in the winter and summer. I’ve already learned not to order lipstick on hot days or on freezing cold days because of either be melted or frozen and cracked.I’m not able to walk there. So in amongst the other post was a great big envelope, that said international shipping. I thought what is this? And it had my name in my address so I thought well I best open it. Don’t you 🤔 think, don’t you just think, my sister had gone on their website and ordered it for me! It took less than two weeks to get here! I cannot tell you how excited I was and how I am still! l. The magazine harkens back to the days when magazines were not just recycled paper, the cover is so thick and it’s got bas relief, you know how when you have a bas relief on you you can touch everything and its tactile and on the inside that the page paper is real silky. It all it’s just beautiful it’s just just just just just just beautiful! Yes I meant to use the word just that many times!😊😊😊😊 I couldn’t not a have a better sister! I cannot begin to express my gratitude to her and how happy I am to have that in my collection!💜💜🙏🏻PG💜💜

Oh how marvellous was the day , 👨‍💻 👩‍💻 💻! Play on computer with the terrible trio who you all know I say that with love because I love those Cambridge children just as much as I love my nieces and nephew and don’t think me crazy for that. Just don’t thank me crazy for that. I apologize Your Majesty and Duke, I don’t know how to adjust the hair colour so you shall both be blondes in this scenario ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 There used to be a saying that blondes have more fun, so maybe that’s why you are having a real heyday up there in Scotland. I’m jealous, I truly am, that’s not the right word, envious isn’t the right word either because that would imply that I want to take something away from you. Maybe yearning, yes yearning is the word. I’m so very glad that you both are able to be there and enjoy your wonderful home, the grounds, 🌲 🌳 💐 🌺 🌹🌸 🦅 🐦 🦢 🦆 swan 🦢 deer 🦌 all the animals and all those things that you love so so much!💜💜💜💜💕💕💕💕💜💜💜💜. Well dinner 🥘 was wonderful, venison, 🦌 fresh greens 🥬 from the garden salads and just lovely creme caramel dessert 🍮 🍮 for dessert or pudding which ever word you fancy. Himself’s favourite! Now it’s time for the lounge and enjoy the offerings of the 📺 television. Himself changed out of his dinner clothes, into his gray and white striped pyjama, with a lovely gray angora robe with his crest and his initials embroidered on it. He has on absolutely pillowy soft gray slippers to match. Himself said to Sydney, Sydney, the trio of terror have gone orf to 🛏 bed, the Queen 👑 is joining me for refreshments in the drawing room and we’re going to watch You’ve Got Mail. Sydney replies, a wonderful choice sir! Himself replies, of course it’ll all start when they come up on their hols ie holidays vacation…I think it meaning that the new television shows will start up again and they won’t be limited to DVDs and watching repeats. I don’t know how that’s going to work. Sydney replies, indubitably sir! Himself is so happy with what he sees as his lovely wife enters the room. Oh Sydney, she says refreshments! Whiskey 🥃 🍺 🍸whiskey 🥃 🍺 🍸. Yes ma’am, and she said Sydney, I’ll have my usual.Wel, we all know by now what her ‘usual’ is, because I have put it in riddles and rhymes and everything about 1 million times. Everybody say it together with me. Sydney, Gin and DuBonnet!!! She looks just stunning. She is wearing a beautiful silk night dress in the loveliest of lavender colours with lavender lace around the the wrists and around the collar. Over that she’s wearing, just a shade of a tone darker lavender, robe all made of the finest finest finest softest fabric you’ll feel anywhere. Her crest, her initials, her official title just beautifully embroidered on the collar. She is wearing lavender,💜💜💜💜💜💜 pillow comfy slippers as well. Now I do not say that she’s wearing purple and lavender because that is my favourite color. I say that because the thistle is a natural national flower of Scotland and we all know that the flower in the thistle is beautifully coloured purple! She has taken her seat, he is in his seat,they are both comfortable and sipping on their refreshments. 🥃🍸They are just smiling at one another, 😊😊☺️☺️😊😊 just the smile that one can only give another person when you’ve been together as long as they have been together. Bloody wonderful thing, Bloody wonderful! ☮️ Peace!!!!Thank you for ☮️ peace!

Done with the greatest respect and the greatest of love for her Majesty the Queen and his Royal highness the Duke of Edinburgh!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦 🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

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16. Aug 20

BALMORAL ANON/ 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿… “ soon time for the annual cull Sydney “ … “ yes sir,I hear the population has increased by 20%” … “better get the guns ready”…” er, um ,er the Gillie has requested invitations only after last years hiatus sir,and unfortunately ones not included “… “what’bloody WHAT !! not included,it’s my bloody uplands”… “ he suggested you observe from a distance sir “ … “WHAT ‘ a bloody distance!! “ … “ get the bloody Gillie!! “ …… “ yes sir “

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Thursday Aug 20/20

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿Continues ……”WHAT, observe from a bloody distance,” …” he’s asked you to be the cull consultant sir” ……” Ohh you mean they want my expertise “ … “ exactly sir”… “ it’s nice to know your experience is valued Sydney “ … “ indubitably sir,indubitably “

Sorry I couldn’t add in…

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you Balmoral Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 20/2020. Vignette #16

Isn’t it lovely? Our beloved Queen 👑 Elizabeth II and her husband the Duke of Edinburgh are having such wonderful family time at Balmoral. Enjoying the sunshine ☀️, and enjoying the ⛅️ clouds as well. Enjoying the birds 🦅 🐦 🦢 🦆, The 🌲 🌳 🌳 trees, The 🌺 🌸 🌹🥀 💐 flowers, The beautiful fresh air, animals, 🐿 🦌 🦊 🐠 🐟 and just the space and quietness as much of nature provides. Nature has its own symphony and it’s own rhythm. you could hear the breeze and feel it, you can see the river and you can hear the water rushing, you can see the birds and hear them singing. When you are near them or riding the horses 🐴 🐎 and hear the sound the sound the horses 🐴 make with their muzzles when one strokes them. I’m trying to do it with my mouth but it’s not coming across and typing do you know the general idea. We know Her Majesty loves her 🐕 🐶 dorgies, sorry there is no emoji for that breed of dog. just a beautiful place to go for a walk and relax and enjoy your time. Himself is also enjoying his time although at times one would not know it ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂!

Another day has arisen on this marvellous place and more activities are on the docket for the day. Himself and Sydney are talking about the plans for the day. Himself says to Sydney, it’s almost time for the annual cull 🦌 Sydney. If you don’t hunt or know what the word cull means, we do that a lot here as well especially with the 🦌 deer. When the herd grows too large and there’s not enough land to feed them and we have to cull the herd. Cull means either to remove them physically or usually it means by hunting. Sydney replies, yes Sir, I hear the population 🦌 has increased by 20%! Better get the guns ready Sydney. Sydney replies, er, um er, quite awkwardly, not knowing how to say it. The Gillie 🎣 🦌 has requested invitations only after last year‘s hiatus Sir, unfortunately One, meaning Himself, is not included! Himself is gobsmacked😮😮😮😮 what! Bloody WHAT!!! Not included, it’s my bloody uplands!! 🏔 Himself is now furious! 🤬Sydney, choosing his words carefully, says he said he suggested you observe from a distance Sir. 🔭 Himself fully angry now, WHAT!!! 🤬Sydney replies, he asked that you be the cull 🦌 consultant Sir! Oh! Himself replies, you mean they want my expertise. Sydney replies, exactly Sir!!! Well it’s nice to know one’s experience is valued Sydney. Sydney gives his standard reply of, indubitably Sir, indubitably! Himself says to Sydney, get the bloody Gillie. 🎣 🦌 Sydney replies yes Sir. No refreshments today, that’s different, sounds like he sure could use one at this point he’s so upset.🤬 🍺 🥃 to be continued………

Done with complete love and respect for Her Majesty, the Queen and His Royal Highness, the Duke of Edinburgh 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧 🇦🇺 🇳🇿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Entertainment purposes

From me explanation💜💜PG💜💜

Now Gilly is not just a flyfisherman guide he or she does other things. Gilly, gillie or ghillie is a Gaelic term for a man or a boy, now women l hear, who acts as an attendant on a fishing, fly fishing, hunting, or deer stalking expedition, primarily in the Highlands or on a river such as the River Spey. In origin it referred especially to someone who attended on his employer or guests. Now with that out of the way we will continue.

Thank you PG…great job…😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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17. Aug 21

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳��󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈…”SYDNEY , SYDNEY “ …… “ Yes ma’am “ …… “ for goodness sake keep himself away from the cull , last year he shot the driver in the foot because he never broke his gun”… “ the memory is still vivid ma’am. “…… “ we need a diversion more than refreshments “ …… “ I wonder if he would be able to give a prize for the best dressed Gillie at the Gillies Ball” … “ float the idea Sydney “ …… with enthusiasm ma’am”. …… “ you whispering??”

Friday Aug 21/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈THANK YOU BALMORAL ANON🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 21/2020. Vignette #17

Hot on the heels of an enraged 🤬Himself , then somewhat calmed 😏by the fact that he will be the cull 🦌 consultant and not have any actual hands on shooting , Sydney is taking a break. Having a perfect cup of tea ☕️ at the table, looking out the window at the gardens of Balmoral. What a vision to behold! Nature in all it’s glory! Oh how wise 👑 Queen Victoria and Prince Albert were to build this private home. A glorious respite from all the stress of the world. Even inside you can hear the birds 🦅 🦆 🐦 🦢, watch the 🌲 🌳 trees blowing gently in the breeze. Seeing all the beautiful flowers 💐 🌸 🌺, he’s just lost in the beauty of it and the beauty of perfect cup of ☕️ tea. Not 🥵 hot, not too 🥶 cold, the perfect cup and saucer a moment of respite and relaxation. Sydney take some deep breaths and just centres himself to relax. He enjoys these brief but ever so needed moments for alone. He then immediately notices her Majesty softly, quietly, walking into the kitchen. Remember softly softly,,catcheee monkey?😁😁😁😁🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂She’s dressed in the most beautiful way. Plaid skirt, a lovely lovely wool sweater all in different shades of green and lavender. She is wearing a beautiful brooch. I am seeing her wearing a thistle brooch on that sweater, with beautiful 💎 diamonds and amethyst. I can see it in my head,,a beautiful thistle and green emeralds for the green of the thistle.Oh I could I can just see it in my head clear as day. Her face looking as beautiful as ever and a light shade of rose purple lipstick not too purple not too rosy, but matching perfectly with what she’s wearing. She is also,wearing those beautiful pearl earrings with the diamond they’re so pretty. She wears them quite frequently, they are just so lovely. They must be very special to her. she looks so lovely I can see in my mind kids I can just see it. Sydney immediately stands up and bows and greets her. Sydney says is there anything I can help you with ma’am? She replies, yes l need a word Sydney. Speaking very very softly remember kids softly softly….. SYDNEY, SYDNEY and he replies yes ma’am. For goodness sake keep Him away from the cull, 🦌 last year he shot the driver in the foot because he never broke his gun. Sydney shaking his head says, the memory is still very vivid ma’am! She replies we need a diversion more than refreshments .🥃 🍺 🍸 She continues l wonder if he would be able to give a prize for the best dress Gillie 🎣 🦌 at the Gillies 🎣 🦌 Ball? Now for those of you who do not know what the Gillies ball is , every year they have a party/ball/dance/ or as its called in Scotland🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿, a great big knees up! Everyone gets dressed to the nines and all the Gillies 🎣 🦌 get to dance with the Her Majesty the 👑 Queen. It is a big big big knees up as they say in Scotland🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿. Lots of refreshments 😜 😉 Sydney I want you to float the idea with Himself! Sydney replies, with enthusiasm ma’am! She then asks him, why are you whispering Sydney??? it’s so funny, you feel you have to whisper in the huge castle ha ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ha ha. Can you kids just imagine this scene in your head, this secret planning, this scenario watching this all I can just see it in my head oh it’s so funny oh🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂.To be continued………..

Done with the greatest love and respect for Her Majesty the Queen and His RoyalHighness, the duke of Edinburgh.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦 🇬🇧 🇦🇺 🇳🇿 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

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18. Aug 22

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈… “ but bloody hell cabbage, not the Gillie Ball. … “ Philip,you’re much respected and loved among the locals,for the simple reason you’re YOU!! warts and all “…… “ do this for me and I’ll never castigate you again about your fishing” … “ Well all right,for you sausage “ … “ good !!, Sydney celebration refreshments” ………” on my way ma’am’ ……” and I’ll have a bloody large one “ … “indubitably sir”

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Saturday August 22/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈Thank you Balmoral Anon🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

August 22/2020. Vignette #18

…………….. our story picks up a few hours from where we left it yesterday. Her Majesty the Queen 👑 has given Sydney an assignment. 📝 The goal 🥅 is to distract🤨🤨🧐🧐😎😎Himself from trying any ‘shooting’ during the cull, while in His role as official cull ‘consultant’. Sydney is to distract him, no no never distract, never distract,divert! Diversion! Her Majesty suggests that Sydney tempt Himself with the plum job of handing out the 🥇🥈🥉 and prizes 🎉 to the best dressed at the Gillies ⚽️ no, 🏀 no, 🏈 no, no those kinds of balls🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.The Ghillies Ball! A formal evening 💃 👗 🤵 and 🎉 🎈 🎉 party where each Ghillie gets a dance 💃 🎶 🎼 🎵 with Her Majesty! Again, in Scotland🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 this is called a great big knees up or a ceilidh, pronounced kaylee! Sydney bids adieu to Her Majesty and goes to have a think about how he’s going to broach the topic with Himself!! This will most definitely not be an easy task and an even more difficult conversation and persuasion. He arrives at how he will achieve the 🥅 goal. So over the course of the next few hours 🕰 ⏳ ⌛️ he throws suggestions into the conversation talking about how lucky that person would be whoever is the one that gets to give up the 🥇 🥈 🥉awards. Himself tiring of it, finally asks Sydney what are you on about? Sydney replies, oh Sir, I have just been having a think 🤔 🤔 about how lucky that person would be! A wee while later, Her Majesty is in conversation with Himself. She is much more blunt and focused 😁😁😁😁😁about the idea. He is equally blunt and focused🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂!! But BLOODY HELL 🥬 cabbage, one of his pet names for her, not the Gillie ball!!! 💃 👗 🎶 🎼 🎵 Philip you’re much respected 🥰🥰🥰and loved among the locals, for the simple reason , you’re YOU!!! warts and all!!! Do you this for me and I’ll never again castigate you about your 🎣 fishing 🎣😮😮😮😮😮😮😮. Now this is an offer he cannot refuse!! He uses his second favourite pet name for her, well all right, for you sausage, the 👑Queen replies, good!!! She calls out Sydney, 🍾 refreshments! 🥃 🍺 🍷 🍹 🍸 ☕️ 🥃 🍺 🍷🍸 🍹 ☕️. On my way Ma’am, he replies. Himself bellows loudly, and I’ll have a bloody large one! Sydney, using his usual reply, indubitably Sir!…………to be continued

Done with complete love and respect for her Majesty the Queen and his Royal highness the Duke of Edinburgh.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦 🇬🇧 🇦🇺 🇳🇿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

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19. Aug 24

BALMORAL ANON 🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈……” Sydney , where’s my bloody Sporran and Dirk., Herself insists on me dressing like bloody Braveheart” …” very distinguished sir” “ “ it’s all wind and piss , bloody Gillies they all grandstand just because a dance with herself is the bloody highlight of their boring bloody life”……” HM enjoys the evening sir “ … well I’m going to have a sniffter before the bloody pantomime “ … “large or small sir “ … “ a bloody large one “.

Monday August 21/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈THANK YOU BALMORAL ANON🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

AUGUST 24/2020 MY MARVELLOUS BIRTHDAY😁😁😁☺️☺️☺️I HAVE HAD AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY DAY💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

VIGNETTE #19

We return from our story yesterday, where Her Majesty landed the blow, shall we speak. Per Her directions, Sydney laid the seeds in the dirt, as it were, and her Majesty reaped the harvest and convinced Himself to not shoot any guns at the cull 🦌, convinced him to give out the prize for best dressed at the Gillies Ball 💃 and also, as much as it bothers her and as difficult as it was, she promised to never again castigate him for going 🎣 fishing! Personally, Your Majesty,I think you are using the word castigate 🎣 in a very funny way! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂Because when one is fly fishing, one has to continually cast your reel line, you’re making your bait look as if it is a fly flitting across the water. So Ma’am, your choice of the word castigate, is great humour because it’s a pun on 🎣 casting your rod and reel=castigate🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂😂.I love your humour!🥂 CHEERS TO YOUR MAJESTY AND HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH ON THE EVENING OF THE GHILLIES 🎣 🦌 BALL 💃 👗! A lovely little toast to a very successful evening. Between Her Majesty and Sydney, they have managed to convince Himself to deliver the award for best dressed at the Gillies Ball. Women must be dressed in gowns and men must be dressed in full Scottish kit. This includes kilts, the proper tartan OF COURSE!! a sporran a dirk, kilt hose and garters. Lovely with traditional Scottish toppers or an upper tuxedo 🤵 with kilt looks ultra sexy in my experience! 😉 😉 😉 😉😉 😁😁😁😁😁😁. Sydney is helping himself dress for the evening. Kids don’t ask me for details just imagine me with big smile on my face in many pictures!😁😁😊😊😊😁😁Now some of you might be wondering what a sporran is, what a dirk is and why a man would need garters. So for those of you who know, you can take a bathroom break, you can go get a cold drink ,you can close your eyes and meditate ,do what you like I’m going to just share with those who don’t know, what those things are. Sporran , As a kilt was traditionally manufactured without pockets for carrying such things as car keys or wallet, it is still worn with a type of pouch called a sporran, which is just the Gaelic word for pouch or purse. Sporrans are usually made from either brown or black leather. 😅😅😅😅But for heaven sake whatever you do! DO NOT CALL IT A PURSE!!!🤬🤬🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Dirk The use of traditional Scottish weapons as part of Highland dress is common, including the sgian dubh worn in a hose top on the leg corresponding to the dominant hand, and the ceremonial dirk suspended from the waistbelt. At one time worn as secondary armament by a clansman going into battle, both items are today ornamental and often worn by civilians and soldiers alike, subject to the dress regulations of any organization they may belong to. Kilt hose/ garters. Kilt hose are long stockings normally worn knee-high with the upper part of the hose folded back down to create a thicker cuff just below the knee. They are made of wool or Acrylic or some combination thereof and are available in a variety of solid colors so as to match any tartan colour. They can also be found in diced patterns, which are required wear for Highland dancers. The most common colour of hose however, is the cream, or ‘off-white’ hose, the colour of unbleached wool. Pipers often wear brilliant white ‘pipers hose’ made of entirely synthetic fibre. Piper hose differs also in that the top of the hose has a 'built-in’ cuff with a raised texture. The “Lassie” and “Laddie” characters from WeeSing’s Grandpa’s Magical Toys wear white hose as part of their fictionalized Scottish costumes.Garter flashes are elasticated straps worn inside the cuff of the hose to hold them in place. The flashes are short strips of fabric hanging from the garter, mostly matching the tartan or complementary in colour to the kilt fabric.

Now close your eyes, and picture of the fine figure of a man dressed thusly! Och, aye the noo, l am feelin a wee bit faint, so l am !🥰☺️☺️☺️☺️I HAVE COMPLETELY DIGRESSED, back to our story!

Sydney is helping Himself get into his kit, yes l said kit, kilt and all the trimmings, making sure he has every piece just so. Himself,his usual disposition continues, Herself insists on me dressing like bloody Braveheart!!!🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿NEVER SURRENDER MY FREEDOM🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿William Wallace🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿Sydney replies, Sir, you look very distinguished! Himself bellowing reply is, it is all wind and piss!!! bloody Gillies 🎣 🦌 they all grandstand just because they dance with Herself it is the bloody highlight of their boring life!! Sydney replies, Her Majesty enjoys the evening Sir! Himself, replies, well I’m going to have a snifter 🥃 before the bloody pantomime!!! Sydney inquires, large or small Sir, even he already knows the answer!🤣🤣🤣😂😂BELLOWING LOUDER NOW, A BLOODY LARGE ONE!!! 🥃 🥃 Oh my ears👂!! TO BE CONTINUED……….

This is done with complete love and respect for Her Majesty the Queen and His Royal Highness the Duke of Edinburgh. 💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻☺️☺️PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

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20. Aug 25

BALMORAL ANON 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿… “Sydney ‘ what sort of mood is himself in” … “ grumpy ma’am” …” then we’ll have to lubricate the grumpy bit “ …” I want the Procurator Fiscal to win the best dressed at the ball “… “ it’s a private Matter Sydney “ … “ my lips are sealed ma’am”… “ slip the nod to himself “ … “ consider it done ma’am” … “ your our rock Sydney “ … “ my privilege ma’am”. … “ dancing awaits “ …” indubitably ma’am

Thank you😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Tuesday August 25/20

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈THANK YOU BALMORAL ANON🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

VIGNETTE #20

Hi kids,I just want to give you a definition of what the Procurator Fiscal or PF is. I think that’s an interesting choice here. I will leave it up to your interpretation. I will put what it is here and this is from Wikipedia. A procurator fiscal (pl. procurators fiscal), sometimes called PF or fiscal, is a public prosecutor in Scotland, who has the ability to impose fiscal fines. They investigate all sudden and suspicious deaths in Scotland (similar to a coroner in other legal systems), conduct fatal accident inquiries (a form of inquestunique to the Scottish legal system) and handle criminal complaints against the police (administrative complaints are handled by the Police Investigations and Review Commissioner). They also receive reports from specialist reporting agencies such as Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs.For the majority of crimes in Scotland, the procurators fiscal present cases for the prosecution in the sheriff, district and justice of the peace courts, and the case for the defence is presented either by the accused, a solicitor, or an advocate. The solicitor will work for a firm of solicitors, or in certain areas of Scotland could be a public defender working for the Public Defence Solicitors’ Office.The procurator fiscal has the discretion not to prosecute and pursue alternatives free from political interference, but is always subject to the directions of the Crown Office and the Lord Advocate. I wonder if we are being thrown a bone so to speak in the cruise that somehow this is related to Madam maybe I’m way off, maybe I’m way off. Here starts the fun……..

💃 🕺 🤵 🥃 👑 🎼 🎶 🎵 🥃 those emoji’s are where we left off yesterday🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. And everyone now is dressed in their finest, one can hear 👂 the music 🎵 🎼 🎶from downstairs. The guest have arrived! The noise level between the 🎶 music 🎵 🎼 and the dancing 🕺 💃 and the talking. I’m immersed in the sounds of the guests talking. They are all just beautiful sounds to her Majesty the 👑 Queen The annual Gillies 🎣 🦌 Ball 💃🕺 🤵 is so looked forward to by everyone who is blessed and lucky to attend. Each Gillie 🦌 🎣 gets a chance to 💃 with her Majesty 👑 at the ball every year. Kids can you imagine how exciting that must be?! I would be excited to dance with her ha ha ha ha. I would be thrilled beyond measure to dance with Himself!! Oh if it weren’t for my bum leg oh and him being a little grumpy.😁😁 I don’t know how much dancing he’s going to actually be doing. I close my eyes, I can just, I can feel it .I can see it I can hear the music 🎼 and they’re going to do the Canadian Reel! Everyone is dancing and having a marvellous time. Himself and I are a team, oh it’s a marvellous vision, it’s a marvellous site I’m seeing. I am dressed in a purple gown. Sequins shiny purple silver and I have my shoes dyed purple to match my gown. I am dancing 🕺 💃 with Himself 🤵. The music 🎶 playing and everybody’s doing the Canadian Reel, in my honour. Oh my, the sites 👀 and 👂 sounds! Her Majesty has been generous and kind enough to loan me amethyst and diamond dangling earrings, the bracelet, the necklace and the ring! The entire suites or parure! I’m just dazzling from head to toe, dancing with Himself. I am lost in the vision. I’m lost. I can see it.I can feel it. Oh it’s marvellous. I’m having just a marvellous moment right now, just marvellous! That actually brought tears to my 👀 eyes.I have had my eyes 👀 closed as I was describing it. I was visualizing the whole experience, sights 👀 and sounds 👂, the feel of the dancing 🕺 💃 it oh it actually brings tears to my eyes! 😭 I am having a marvellous moment, do I have to open my eyes now and continue or can I stay lost in this moment……..😊😊😊😊😊😊

I completely digressed, but wasn’t it a beautiful digression!?!!

The ball is well underway now and her Majesty the Queen 👑 approaches Sydney. Sydney is looking fine in his kilt. Her Majesty 👑 looks stunningly gorgeous! She has on the most beautiful tartan gown. I can see her oh , the top of it is black velvet with long sleeves and her jewels are just sparkling.She is emeralds and diamonds. She looks marvellous, l can just see her. Being a Guerlain lover and collector myself, I have so many of their perfumes and most of their make up and I think about eight of those bespoke lipsticks with the special case you can choose. I love Guerlain! I love love love Guerlain ! I am beyond thrilled to read her favourite perfume, reportedly, is made by Guerlain. It is Guerlain L'Heure Bleue. I can smell it. I can see her and I can just smell that perfume. Inquiring minds want to know, (who remembers where that’s from the, first person who remembers and posts in the comments where that’s from you’ll get a smile from me😊)Inquiring mind wants to know and so she is asking Sydney, what sort of mood is Himself in. Sydney replies, grumpy Ma’am.😤😤😠😠She replies, well then, we will have to lubricate🥃🥃🥃the grumpy😤😤😤😠😠😠😤😤bit!! 🥃 🥃 🍺 🍺 🍸L I want the Guerlain L'Heure Bleue Procurator Fiscal to win the best dressed 🏆 at the ball! Sydney has a look on his face that requires an answer, but he does not utter a word. Her Majesty👑 notices and says, it’s a private matter Sydney. He answers back, my 👄 lips are sealed Ma’am. Now obviously those emoji lips are not Sydney’s but that’s all there is so take the lipstick off🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. Her Majesty 👑says, slip the nod to Himself! Sydney replies, consider it done Ma’am. Sydney you are our rock! Sydney smiles, ☺️😊saying,my privilege Ma’am. Dancing 🕺 💃 awaits, says Her Majesty as she leaves Sydney to his assignment.🍺🍺🥃🥃🍸🍸🥃🥃😁😁😁Sydney’s usual reply, indubitably Ma’am………….to be continued………

Done with the upmost love and respect for Her Majesty the Queen and His Royal Highness, the Duke of Edinburgh.

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