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This was a shock. Whitney acted to late as she tried to push Andy out of the way.
“Dammit Andy……I didn’t want you to die for me….. I… No this should’ve been me…”

3 days ago on 19 September 2014 ~ 8:12pm
Living shield

Her eyes following the falling body of her child she felt all hope escape her as if a rug hand been pulled from under her feet. It took a moment to Long for her to process what was happening. Rushing forward she dove to cushion the fall of Wendy. Staring at the bullet hole that blemished her daughter she grit her teeth.
“Wendy……I’m not worth dying for….”

3 days ago on 19 September 2014 ~ 8:10pm
Soo... should he bother trying to go see her? Would it matter? Chances are she wouldn't be able to see him in this state but... He worries, should at least check on her. Make sure the family's alright.

sorcerergeneral:

whitney-dontstarve:

whitney-dontstarve:

To be honest she hadn’t moved from the spot she sat in for about an hour or two. The loneliness had affected how she looked now. Her hair was longer, starting to curl even more but stopped just below her chin. On the back porch of their house, she had her feet upon on the chair, arms wrapped around them. Still in her sleeping wear, Whitney watched as fall began and summer ended.

That was a tough one… Her expression a mixture of sadness and concern she bit her lip slightly.
"I’m not sure… I’d really like for you to stay her with me Vincent but… Maybe we can just lock him in there? Perhaps there’s something we can use to keep him there?"

"I’m… not going to run off. I promise, we’ve got a deal…"

Vincent wasn’t convinced… and he knew that there wasn’t honestly much he could be doing here. At least at the clinic he could rope this guy into helping him do some research… But he really didn’t want to leave whitney alone again. “i’ll stay if you need me to.”

Looking from Vincent’s to where she assumed Vincent really was, she chewed on her lip before shaking her head.
"I’m scared that you’ll disappear while there and I won’t know….. Go and stay with him. I’ll be fine now that I at least know you’re fine." Her arms were wrapped around herself as she tried to assure herself this was the right choice.

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3 days ago on 19 September 2014 ~ 8:06pm 77 notes

Send “Living Shield” for My Muse’s reaction to Your’s Jumping Between Them and a Powerful and Deadly Enemy Attack..

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// CAN I GET ONE FROM A ZED SO I CAN CRY MYSELF INTO THE SHADOWS OF WHY AND WHYYYY

//pfft Ladies, prepare your ovaries.

3 days ago on 18 September 2014 ~ 9:28pm 1,160 notes

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otpprompts:

Imagine your OTP were happily married for a long time, but as they got older Person A started to lose their memory. At first Person B tried desperately to help bring Person A’s memory back, but eventually Person A became too far gone, and Person B had to accept the fact that Person A’s memory…

4 days ago on 17 September 2014 ~ 11:04pm 287 notes

otpprompts:

Imagine person A of your OTP as a supernatural being who has to drink blood to survive and person B is a scientist doing research on A’s species. A’s crush on B is so bad that they can’t hunt anymore, resulting in them being weaker/sick. Once B and A meet for research purposes, B notices that A’s state is worse, and asks them what happened. When A tells the truth, they find out that B likes them back. B then lets A drink from them. Option: A drinks too much and B dies.

4 days ago on 17 September 2014 ~ 11:03pm 185 notes

otpprompts:

Imagine your OTP about to be married, and one of them fainting at the altar.

4 days ago on 17 September 2014 ~ 10:59pm 1,397 notes

otpprompts:

Imagine person A has to go and fight a tough battle, so person B gives A their good luck charm, under one condition, A has to bring it back to B. They make the promise and A goes to fight. After, they are forced to go their separate ways. A holds on to the good luck charm for over a year and through many more battles until it is finally retuned to B when they reunite.

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4 days ago on 17 September 2014 ~ 10:56pm 314 notes

otpprompts:

Imagine Person A of your OTP suffers from incurable heart problems that shorten their life expectancy greatly, while Person B is basically immortal. Person B has to live through the pain of watching Person A suffer and get weaker with each day until finally their frail heart gives out.

4 days ago on 17 September 2014 ~ 10:52pm 420 notes

otpprompts:

Imagine person A of your OTP pulling person B onto their laps while taking public transit (bus/subway/train etc), much to B’s embarrassment. B initially objects to this, but gives up once they’re in A’s laps/arms, and ends up enjoying it more than they thought they would.

4 days ago on 17 September 2014 ~ 10:52pm 493 notes

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whitney-dontstarve:

Raising a brow in curiosity of what the young girl refrained from saying, she chuckled softly. Being curious as always, she simply couldn’t tame her thoughts about what might be lurking in the opera house.
"Oh but you mustn’t leave me on the edge! Now that you’ve mentioned it and piqued my interest you have to tell me." She replied, a curious grin now replacing her gentle smile. Her golden colored eye looked around the stage and opera house while the other blind one followed as well.
"You make it seem as if there were a ghost or a monster here."
She added, laughing softly before looking back at the eyes of the younger woman.

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"Well … If you insist." Meg leaned forward conspiratorially, eyes twinkling. "You’ve got it right. There’s a ghost that haunts this theater, except he’s not a usual ghost. He leaves letters, telling the manager his demands. He has a whole box to himself that no one is allowed to use, and he gets a monthly salary just the same as any worker!"

Meg nodded, rocking from the heels of her feet to her toes as she spoke. “We have lots of theories about him, here. And most of us have seen him at least once. I know I’ve seen things … Shadows against the wall where there shouldn’t have been, objects moved around when I’m not looking … It’s all quite mysterious!”

She looked curiously at the other. “You haven’t seen anything while wandering, have you? Or heard anything? Lots of the girls in the ballet say that they’ve heard him. Apparently, his voice is something otherworldly, the likes of which you can’t even imagine.”

Raising a brow at the younger she would’ve scoffed at her if she hadn’t already found a lot of magical and otherworldly creatures herself. Now fully interested in what had to be offered by this opera house she smiled curiously.

"Oh? A phantom of the opera you say? How curious…. Have you any idea what he looks like? You see my husband deals with supernatural occurrences….perhaps he could take a look and see what he could find?" True she did want to find more about this specter that haunted the opera house but she also wanted to bring Vincent to a proper opera. 

" Well now that i think of it why would a ghost need money…. Are you sure it’s a phantom?”

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4 days ago on 17 September 2014 ~ 10:16pm 7 notes

Ooc-night

Gotta sleep. Tomorrow I have to catch up on the stuff I missed out today since I stayed home sick. See you guys tomorrow!))

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6 days ago on 16 September 2014 ~ 12:28am 2 notes
Soo... should he bother trying to go see her? Would it matter? Chances are she wouldn't be able to see him in this state but... He worries, should at least check on her. Make sure the family's alright.

sorcerergeneral:

whitney-dontstarve:

sorcerergeneral:

whitney-dontstarve:

whitney-dontstarve:

To be honest she hadn’t moved from the spot she sat in for about an hour or two. The loneliness had affected how she looked now. Her hair was longer, starting to curl even more but stopped just below her chin. On the back porch of their house, she had her feet upon on the chair, arms wrapped around them. Still in her sleeping wear, Whitney watched as fall began and summer ended.

Picking up on what Vincent’s body said she smiled before calming down slightly.
"Yes I do think you owe us something. You should at least tell me what he says." The more she thought about the sleeping arrangement she but her lip.
"Vincent maybe he should stay at the clinic… I don’t want you getting your body back and then having your back ache for days because he was sleeping on the floor.. At least at the clinic there’s beds."

That wasn’t a bad idea. Plus it would be a lot easier than explaining that dad wasn’t actually dad if the kids saw him. He relayed this through their guest. 

When told that he admired what she had done with her hair, she blushed deeply before pushing back a few strands and looked up and around.
"Thank you Vincent… Now let’s get you to the clinic for now. I don’t want Ben coming down here or for Wendy to show up…"

"Alright, where’s that? Somewhere nice?" That enthusiasm was coming back. "Oh, uh… he wants to know if you think he should stay here or come with me? i think he thinks I’m going to take off."

That was a tough one… Her expression a mixture of sadness and concern she bit her lip slightly.
"I’m not sure… I’d really like for you to stay her with me Vincent but… Maybe we can just lock him in there? Perhaps there’s something we can use to keep him there?"

6 days ago on 16 September 2014 ~ 12:26am 77 notes
Soo... should he bother trying to go see her? Would it matter? Chances are she wouldn't be able to see him in this state but... He worries, should at least check on her. Make sure the family's alright.

sorcerergeneral:

whitney-dontstarve:

whitney-dontstarve:

To be honest she hadn’t moved from the spot she sat in for about an hour or two. The loneliness had affected how she looked now. Her hair was longer, starting to curl even more but stopped just below her chin. On the back porch of their house, she had her feet upon on the chair, arms wrapped around them. Still in her sleeping wear, Whitney watched as fall began and summer ended.

Picking up on what Vincent’s body said she smiled before calming down slightly.
"Yes I do think you owe us something. You should at least tell me what he says." The more she thought about the sleeping arrangement she but her lip.
"Vincent maybe he should stay at the clinic… I don’t want you getting your body back and then having your back ache for days because he was sleeping on the floor.. At least at the clinic there’s beds."

That wasn’t a bad idea. Plus it would be a lot easier than explaining that dad wasn’t actually dad if the kids saw him. He relayed this through their guest. 

When told that he admired what she had done with her hair, she blushed deeply before pushing back a few strands and looked up and around.
"Thank you Vincent… Now let’s get you to the clinic for now. I don’t want Ben coming down here or for Wendy to show up…"

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6 days ago on 16 September 2014 ~ 12:13am 77 notes
Soo... should he bother trying to go see her? Would it matter? Chances are she wouldn't be able to see him in this state but... He worries, should at least check on her. Make sure the family's alright.

sorcerergeneral:

whitney-dontstarve:

sorcerergeneral:

whitney-dontstarve:

whitney-dontstarve:

To be honest she hadn’t moved from the spot she sat in for about an hour or two. The loneliness had affected how she looked now. Her hair was longer, starting to curl even more but stopped just below her chin. On the back porch of their house, she had her feet upon on the chair, arms wrapped around them. Still in her sleeping wear, Whitney watched as fall began and summer ended.

When he pulled her off him, which was surprisingly easy, she quickly wiped some tears from her cheeks before straightening up again.
"I’m sorry about that… But we will try our best to get this in order…. Right Vincent?"

Vincent sulked. Why were they letting this body snatcher call the shots? “I swear if you’ve messed my body up…”

The other one smiled. “Great! then it’s a deal. I’ll cooperate while you folks figure this thing out and if I can be of service, say something. But… we have a deal, remember. I can be pretty difficult if I want to be, trust me. SO!” he clapped his hands together and turned to Whitney. “Where do I get to sleep?”

Narrowing her slightly red eyes she crossed her arms.
"We don’t have a spare bedroom and you are NOT sleeping I the same bed as me until I we get Vincent back in there with you out. You can sleep on the floor in the study… I’d say living room but I don’t want you anywhere near the kids." She hissed, before letting out a deep sigh.

"ah what?" so much for that enthusiasm. "I was looking forward to a bed…"

Vincent smirked, taking an odd enjoyment out of this guy’s displeasure, when he thought of something. “Hey, you know you could at least talk for me. You owe me that much without the deal.”

The other one let out a long sigh. “fine, whatever… what do you want me to say?”

"…Tell whitney I like what she’s done with her hair."

Picking up on what Vincent’s body said she smiled before calming down slightly.
"Yes I do think you owe us something. You should at least tell me what he says." The more she thought about the sleeping arrangement she but her lip.
"Vincent maybe he should stay at the clinic… I don’t want you getting your body back and then having your back ache for days because he was sleeping on the floor.. At least at the clinic there’s beds."

6 days ago on 15 September 2014 ~ 11:56pm 77 notes