Lorraine Lemieux

This blog is to the World of Warcraft (WrA) character Lady Lorraine Lemieux. Ask prompt answers are not to be taken as known IC unless permission is given. Some content may be NSFW!  • FC: Madelaine Petsch •

[jacob-holt]

Unknown Threats: Pt 2

((Unknown Threats: Pt 1))

He was hallucinating now, the visions coming at him hard and fast, making him believe his reality was a living nightmare. He wasn’t sleeping well, he was in a constant state of delirium, and his fever was raging on, threatening to push him over the edge to the sweet darkness that beckoned him each time he closed his eyes. 

Everything hurt. Everything. His head. His chest. His stomach. His eyes. The aches, the inferno, it assaulted him. More than once he’d shifted into his beast’s form without realizing it, destroying sheets and clawing the bed posts, roaring his fury before he became too exhausted to continue and he’d crumple into a heap upon the floor or bed. Harriett and Lorraine were in danger during those episodes. Emory, thank the gods, was never permitted to see him in this state for the danger to the child was too great. 

Dawncliffe hadn’t a clue if it was contagious, nor could they figure out the source of what it was that was causing such ill strife for their lordship. So Jacob was quarantined - Harriett and Lorraine having only been the two allowed to see him. But now that Lorraine had been unable to aid him, and even against Harriett’s pleas, it would be time to find another doctor who could hopefully aid him before it was too late…

(( @lorraine-lemieux @cedrickholtstories @venreenaholt @holtandthornetradingco ))

[jacob-holt]

Unknown Threats.

He was exhausted. Pure and utterly exhausted. 

“Harriett… please write to Venreena. I …” he leaned forward suddenly and retched his entire stomach yet again into another bucket while Lorraine gasped, shooting up from where she sat beside him and rushed off to get some more water and fresh towels. 

When he was finished, he flopped back onto the bed, sweat soaking his brow and beading along his pallid skin. “I won’t be sailing anytime soon…” he panted, catching his breath while his lungs remained on fire from gulping in the air around him. 

For two days he’d been ill. A few days prior to that he’d begun to feel odd, as if he were about to catch some sort of bug. And now? He’d seem to caught whatever bug it was and it was wreaking havoc on his health.

“Oh, of course, my lord! Of course. Here, drink this first. You must stay hydrated…” she chided gently as she brought over another glass of water with a bit of lemon squeeze in it as soon as Lorraine left the room. The woman sat beside him to help him drink it easily but he choked and sputtered, eventually getting some of it down his throat, grimacing lightly. “Yes, I imagine retching leaves an awful taste in your mouth,” she said quietly. 

“Eugh,” he groaned, wiping his mouth with his forearm and curling back beneath the covers with a harsh shiver. “Thank you, Harriett,” he said in an exhausted mumble before fatigue began pulling him once more into a restless sleep.

Harriett stroked his brow with soft fingers, frowning at Jacob’s still form. “Of course,” she whispered, barely audible. “Of course…” She looked at the glass of water before moving to stand from where she sat along his bed and strode toward the ensuite. There.. she’d dump the remaining water down the drain.

((For plot relevance: @cedrickholtstories @lorraine-lemieux @venreenaholt @holtandthornetradingco ))

[holtandthornetradingco]

In the taverns and on street lamps around Stormwind and Boralus, colorful flyers are posted to catch the attention of passersby.

Do you have a thirst for adventure?

Do you long to travel the world?

Look no further than Holt and Thorne Trading Co!

Bring this flier to our Hook Point office in Boralus and learn how you can be a part of it!

OOC:

Holt and Thorne Trading Co is openly recruiting for active and mature RPers! We are an active, story driven guild that holds events, both social and combat centered for our members. Our office is located at Bo’s Crab Shack in Hook Point and we can be found there almost nightly.

Even if your character is not a sailor or captain, we have positions open! If you are an adventurer, an office worker, a mage, a priest, a medic… We want you!

Requirements: We require all members to be over the age of 18 due to some more mature and violent themes that happen in our storylines.

Please reach out to @venreenaholt @cedrickholtstories @lorraine-lemieux @alexandria-morrowgrove or @motlos-sprychart for further infortmation and to set up an IC interview!

Credit for flyer: @lemieuxpapergoods

Tagging for boost: @risrielthron

[gavonphilips]

Kink rating: Red headed half-elves

“Are we rating this? Because if it’s out of ten, I’d go with a twelve. Maybe a thirteen when she wears one of those lacy numbers… possibly a fourteen when she does one of those things I like.”

@nahrsuada

[nahrsuada]

“And what if she does more than one of those things, Mister Philips? I’m asking for a friend of course. And no, not Lorraine.”

@gavonphilips

[gavonphilips]

“You sure it’s not Lorraine? She kind of gave me the: I-despise-you-but-I-bloody-well-want-to-ride-you-into-oblivion-vibe. I’ve been wrong before. Not often, but it’s possibly happened once or twice. Anyway. Fifteen!  Fifteen is the final answer.”

@nahrsuada @lorraine-lemieux

[lorraine-lemieux]

“I would rather be shot in the face and have the subsequent blast hole eaten by maggots while dying a slow death than “ride” the likes of you, Mister Phillips,” she said, lifting her chin with fiery indignation as two hands raised to air quote the word.

[lysandra-vanburen]

💅

@lorraine-lemieux

[lorraine-lemieux]

Body Details: Lorraine Lemieux

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Curvy frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

Height

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

Skin

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Moles. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks. Burn marks.

Eyes

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Silver. Blue. Violet. Pink. Green. Gold. Yellow. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Dark sclera. Dark Iris. Light Iris. Shaded Iris. Dark Pupil. Light Pupil.

Hair

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzzcut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum Blonde. Golden Blonde. Dirty Blonde. Ash Blonde. Honey Blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Almond brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Raven black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

Tattoos/Piercings

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Cupid’s Bow piercing. Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings.  Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear piercing. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Chest-bone piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

Cosmetics

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red Lips. Pink Lips. Nude Lips. Dark Lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful Eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

Scent

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana (bloodthistle). Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

Clothing

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up Shirt. Band-Shirt. Sports-Shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop.  Cut off Shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift.  Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt.Maxidress. Sundress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Sport shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt.  Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

Shoes

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Cat heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platform heels. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

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Tagging: @imordnir @alexandria-morrowgrove @silas-vanburen @karlotta-vanburen @varick-vanburen @nahrsuada

[lorraine-lemieux]

Offered

A chill had hung in the air, the water smooth as glass so that every star popping against the indigo sky of evening shone in it’s mirror. Just off the shore of Kul Tiras, hiding in the darkness, a rowboat carried a hooded figure towards a Man O’ War shifting gently against the unmoving waters at the urging of a second, more burly person. As the boat came to a slow beside the massive ship, the burly figure stood and grabbed hold of a rope ladder that he held steady allowing the second person climbed up and onto the top deck of the ship, moving silently past the crew going about their nightly duties as near silent foot-fall carried her below the quarter deck and into the Captain’s quarters.

“Ah… you’ve made it,” said the man in the chair, swivelling to look her over, “I’m glad you’ve decided to come to your senses.” 

A woman’s voice grit with emotion against a single syllable uttered down at him as she clutched the corner of the desk that did not belong to him. “Jack…” His voice over took her’s, booming in the space between them. “...Now, now… don’t make any desperate bids to change my mind. You’ve come this far already… I think we both know what this means. You’ve thought about my proposal?” He asked, standing to walk behind her. His long fingers came to rest upon the thin shoulder, the woman jumping with fright as he touched her. Hesitantly, she nodded in reply. “Good,” he continued the monologue, “Very good. You’ll do this for me and I will not hurt anyone.” A tear rolled down her cheek and she nodded again. “Good,” he said, smoothly as he raised a thumb to brush the tear from her cheek, “Now go on. I don’t want to linger here too long and risk someone seeing my ship.”  He raised the same hand from her face, flipping it her direction in an easily recognized symbol of dismissal. A shudder of disgust shook her form as she turned and made her way back out, hands clutching the cape of her cloak against her form as she wanted nothing more than to be off the Sudden Storm.

(For relevance: @holtandthornetradingco, @alexkestavin @venreenaholt @jacob-holt )

[jacob-holt]

Reminiscing Brothers.

It was late. Well after the dying hours of the evening when people began to trickle out of the party and back to their homes. Jacob had found a servant to retrieve Cedrick to have him meet him by their parent’s grave. And there he waited, hunched over a stone bench as he bore his gaze into the names etched along the stones. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand and in the other was a cigarette, the grayish plumes swirling upward and through the air to dissipate in the clear night sky.

Cedrick received the message and had eventually made his way to the outskirts of the Silkwood lands, the Graveyard. He was unsure of why Jacob wished to meet him there, but it didn’t truly matter. After sometime, Cedrick finally arrived. He approached from behind and treaded forward at a normal pace. “Jacob.” the nobleman greeted as he reached his brother’s side.

He knew he was arriving before he saw him, the scent and sound of his cadenced footsteps warning him of his approach. Jacob offered his brother his profile and raised his whiskey glass. “Glad you got the message.” He shifted on the stone bench, making room for his brother to sit beside him should he wish.

Cedrick did indeed sit, and his eyes scanned over Jacob, “Mm. I was a bit.. confused.. when I found out you wanted to meet all the way out here.”

Stormy hues met his brother’s green ones and his lips twitched into a half smile that was more apologetic than anything. “Sorry about Lorraine’s outburst.” He looked away back to the stones and shook his head. “Five minutes from her side and she explodes.” He lifted the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled, then blew it away from his brother while offering him the glass of whiskey. “I don’t know. Seems like months since we’ve had a conversation about anything other than the company.” He went quiet again, brows furrowing as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “You ever think of them?” He said nodding toward the stones.

He waved at the mention of Lorraine, and shrugged in response to the question, “Not often.” Cedrick said, “I thought of father this morning, and the day that he died. He attempted to make amends. On his death bed, to ease his conscious.” A sigh escaped him, “Why do you ask?”

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[lysandra-vanburen]

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@venreenaholt

[venreenaholt]

What?

[lysandra-vanburen]

All her nieces and nephews already make her wanna pull her hair out with worry man! We’re just adding to the pile by now.

[lorraine-lemieux]

[lorraine-lemieux]

calla lily: are you more of a sunny day or a rainy evening?

“I think... rainy evening.”

[lorraine-lemieux]

daisy: what is your favorite flavor of cotton candy, ice cream, and juice?

“For cotton candy, it’s whatever pink is. Ice cream... pistachio. And for juice? Mango!”

[lorraine-lemieux]

sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid?

“Mermaid, for sure.”

[lorraine-lemieux]

love in a mist: what is the latest dream that you remember?

“I’m running through the woods, going as fast as I can. I can feel a large, looming shadow growing as I try to run faster and faster, but I just can’t. It descends, I... I realize I’m not me at all. I’m a bear. Something strikes my back painfully...and I wake up. No clue what that means.”

( @alexandria-morrowgrove for mild reference)

[lorraine-lemieux]

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[peachisty]

cute botanical asks!!

baby’s breath: 5 things you associate yourself with: bleeding heart: what makes you heart go mushy? bell flower: what’s the title of the song that makes you want to jump around out of joy? evening primrose: what’s your sleeping playlist (give me 5 songs)? forget-me-not: who is your favorite blog who isn’t following you? daffodil: what is one plant that you want to have but can never get? calla lily: are you more of a sunny day or a rainy evening? foxglove: what is your favorite color and in what shade? lavender: what is something that you’ve always wanted to be/have/get but can never have? love in a mist: what is the latest dream that you remember? daisy: what is your favorite flavor of cotton candy, ice cream, and juice? painter’s palette: are you more of a singer, dancer, painter, or instrumentalist? tulip: what is your most favorite make-up product? do you like it more natural, dark, or etc? waxflower: are you a bee or a butterfly person? a dog or a cat person? sugarbush: do you have sweet tooth? if yes, what’s your favorite sweets? if no, why? sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid? sweet pea: what would you like to call your significant other? sea lavender: can you swim? which strokes can you do? windflower: list 5 of your favorite blogs and explain why i like them golden rod: are you more of a baker or a cook? bloom: what is something that you would like to tell your children? peony: what is something that you wish your parents could’ve told you? prairie gentian: do you have a significant other? september flower: are you more of a sunshine or sunset person? bird of paradise: do you wake up early? do you sleep early? marigold: what’s your favorite tea? peruvian lily: what are the names of your pets? hyacinth: do you name your plants? lilac: would you rather sleep and be cozy or hang out with your friends? poppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is? dandelion: any special talent that you have?

[heavenhillgirl]

Stella McCartney ‘Ophelia Whistling’ Garter Belt

[roseinsolence-deactivated201810]

Modern Girls (1986)