#immunetoioccane

[bourbonandheels]

OPEN & Greeting

"God damn it. Motherfu-" Katherine muttered under her breath as she bumped into yet another person. She had been foul-mouthing all the inconveniences of humanity for weeks. The ex-vampire was simply trying to shop, but the bags felt heavy and after just hours of walking through stores she felt weary. "God." She picked up the dropped bags and turned to the person.

[theraggedymadman]

5 want to go on an adventure

"Oh! New faces! Rather like seeing new faces, me! Anyway, I'm the Doctor. Just the Doctor. What's your name?"

[adifferentoriginal-blog]

immune-to-ioccane started following you

Spencer glanced over at the man, his brow furrowed, "Why do you look like me?"

[lipsred-asblood]

OOC: PLEASE READ

TOMORROW I AM GOING OUT FOR A WHILE IN THE MORNING, AND I SHOULD BE BACK FOR A SHORT WHILE IN THE AFTERNOON BEFORE I LEAVE AGAIN IN THE EVENING.

I SWEAR, I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM SO POPULAR, BUT IT IS ANNOYING.

BUT YEAH. JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW.

ANYWAY.

YOU KNOW THE DRILL.

LIKE THIS POST IF I OWE YOU.

IF YOU WANT TO MESSAGE ME ABOUT ANYTHING, MY ASKBOX IS OPEN AND LONELY!

IF YOU ARE TAGGED, EITHER YOU HAVE TO REPLY TO ME OR I HAVE TO REPLY TO YOU.

IF YOU ARE NOT TAGGED YET ONE OF THE ABOVE THINGS APPLIES TO YOU, LIKE THIS POST AND/OR MESSAGE ME.

GOODNIGHT, LOVELIES! I HOPE TO SEE YOU TOMORROW!

~The Creator

[lipsred-asblood]

OOC: I AM OFF

SO I UPDATED MY RELATIONSHIPS PAGE, IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE.

CLICK HERE TO SEE IT.

ANYWAY

YOU KNOW THE DRILL.

LIKE THIS POST IF I OWE.

IF YOU WANT TO MESSAGE ME ABOUT ANYTHING, MY ASKBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN.

IF YOU ARE TAGGED IN THIS POST, IT MEANS THAT EITHER YOU HAVE TO REPLY TO ME OR I HAVE TO REPLY TO YOU.

SO KEEP THAT IN MIND IF YOU ARE TAGGED.

IF YOU ARE NOT TAGGED BUT ANY OF THE ABOVE THINGS APPLY TO YOU, LIKE THIS POST AND/OR MESSAGE ME.

GOODNIGHT, LOVELIES! SWEET DREAMS!

~The Creator

[lipsred-asblood]

[lipsred-asblood]

@Westley-Lost and Found

Snow White had not seen Westley in a long time, and it worried her. A lot.

She was worried he was captured by the queen, or worse. Or perhaps he was hunting for her with Finn, and the queen had put a spell on him so he would think that she was the enemy, just to torture him. She knew that he would protect her at all costs, not giving up the fact that he knew her unless Ravenna put him in a life-or-death situation. So she had been worried, and while running from the huntsmen she had tried to look for him, but with no luck.

It had gotten to the point that she started to have nightmares about what could have happened to him. Usually the dream would be of her, and invisible outsider, and the queen would either slash his throat while he was tied to a column in her throne room or put one of her horrible spells on him, and then send him off with instructions to kill her. Snow White did not know which was worse.

She was extra cautious now, her feet not even making the snow crunch beneath her feet. Her long black hair was striking against the winter background, and her green eyes were sharp and watchful, her red lips serene.

She turned a corner, and there he stood, just as she remembered him. For a moment she could only stand there and look at him, wondering if this was a mirage that the queen made. But then he turned, and his look of surprise and relief made all of her emotions burst through her, emotions of love and happiness and extreme relief. Snow White walked quickly over to him and embraced him, smiling. "Oh God, Westley, I thought you were captured, or worse! I have been worried sick about you! Where have you been?"