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[alfred-freakin-jones]

walks into his house, kicks off her dirty boots by the door, and treks to the bathroom to have a shower

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Alfred looked up from the sandwich he’d been making when he heard the door open and peeked out of the kitchen to see who it was. He blinked at Jackie a moment, who didn’t seem to really acknowledge him there. “Eeeverything ok?” he wondered, though not sure he’d actually get an answer yet. 

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"hey, I know it's pretty late, but do you have any plans for Halloween? that's tomorrow, right?"

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“Tomorrow? Nah. Because it’s a Monday, the party I was going to was yesterday. So I’m probably just gonna pass out candy and binge watch Horror Movies. You wanna join?” God forbid he say to that to anyone else though, they’d think he was sick or something. 

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8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 13. What is their least favourite food? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

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8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Evangeline loves animals, sometimes more than some people. Who can blame her though.

As a child, she had a raccoon. She called him Ti Raton, which means little rat, even if it was far from little. Now, she really calls them all her pets, but as far as those named, there’s Boudreaux, who is a very large alligator.

13. What is their least favourite food?

Knock off versions of her own recipes. And it’s because it’s just not made right, weather it’s got extra ingredients, or not enough of something, it almost always to bland. The girl needs flavor.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Evangeline is usually a very patient woman, and has a good way of holding her temper. That doesn’t, however, mean she won’t if you push her to far, or tread thin waters with her. When she does lose her temper, she will be more than willing to tell it straight, or down right kick someone’s ass if need be. She’s small, but she can pack a punch. 

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

She is a very sentimental person, and maybe even a bit of a hoarder when it comes to objects and things from her past. Her attic is like a treasure trove of antiques. While she doesn’t have anything she trusts to keep on her at all times, her most valued possession is actually the music (The sheets she showed Ellie), and it’s because so much of her history and culture is written into each of them, each song is like a step back in time.

[alfred-freakin-jones]

“Shh– No, no, don’t panic, love. You’re safe now.” (because I apparently have no self control when it comes to these things)

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Alfred jumped when the lamp next to the bed hit the floor, bringing him back to the room where they were. Sweating and shaking, he had to remind himself to actually breath before his gaze landed on Jackie, who apparently seemed to be trying to calm him down. 

With an exasperated sigh, he dropped his head into his hands, before running them through his hair and blinking with a bit of a twisted expression, and a half smile. 

“Y-yeah.... sorry...” he blinked. 

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Fairytale AU (unpaid-protector)

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Alfred rolled in the weapons into the palace grounds, after of course being thoroughly inspected by the guards at the gate. He delivered the cart to the armory, where he normally would, and collected the payment that was due for it before preparing to head back out. 

He paused, however, a bit confused when all the guards suddenly started rushing past him out of the room, leaving him almost alone. That was, save for one guard, who took it upon himself to make sure Alfred himself wasn’t up to anything. Reasonably. 

“You are no longer allowed to be in here at the moment, I will relocate you to an area until further notice.” Declared the guard, gesturing for the young smith to follow. 

He could still hear shouting through the hallways, something about the princess, but he couldn’t really make out everything that was being said. 

The two alone in the corridor, Both Alfred and the man next to him hesitated, looking around when it appeared as if all light was being sucked from the surrounding area into one spot behind them. They both spun around when it sounded like someone just dropped. 

“Princess!” The guard beside him rushed to the side of the unconscious child. Alfred didn’t move, almost frozen in place, he didn’t know what was going on, or what he was supposed to do. 

Not even a minute later, another figure appeared, this time, very much conscious and did not look like he was there to help. In fact, a dark grin crossed his lips when it was Alfred, who’d finally jumped into action, pulling a sword he’d learned to carry due to bandits and putting himself between the menacing man and the princess. 

“Get the princess out! Quick!” He shouted to the Guard, who’d also stood up to defend. Hesitating, he put his weapon quickly, and grabbed the child, ready to run. 

“You’re brave for a smilth’s boy~” The gentleman cooed before them, “You wanna protect the princess that bad? Fine!” 

Tightening his grip on his sword, Alfred clenched his teeth and ran at him, but that was the last thing he remembered before waking up to being shaken, a small voice calling “Mister...”, and the hard floor. 

He let out a small groan, and rolled onto his hand and elbow, before jumping slightly to look around. The castle he found them in, looked old and abandoned. Dust and cobwebs covered almost every inch, and the furniture that had been there was either broken, or covered with dusty sheets. His eyes fell on the young princess who was kneeling down next to him, and how had been shaking him to wake him previously. Her face was bright red, her cheeks stained with tears and her bright green eyes screaming in fear. “P-princess...?”

He was about to stand, and see if he could find a way out, or at least where they were, when a sharp, stabbing pain, ripped it’s way through his chest and across his entire body. Like getting run through about a hundered times. His eyes squeezed shut as he managed a weak cry when he collapsed. The princess on the other hand, her eyes went wide, and she let out a small shriek of her own before running to hide behind one of the many large pillars that lined the basilica like ballroom. 

He heard something crack and collapse behind him, what sounded like a good section of the roof above. When the pain subsided finally, and he was able to breath finally, he couldn’t help but feel different. when his eyes opened on the other hand, it all looked different too. Not only was the room a lot smaller, the lights were different, and colors seemed off. 

Looking down, he saw bright golden scales like... like a dragon!? He panicked, he stumbled a bit, and of course knocking over even more than he had before, he let out a shout, which only came out as a loud roar. Finally, when he’d managed to calm down as much as he could, remembering the princess was still somewhere in the room, he could hear more. He could hear the quiet sobbing in the corner of the room, tucked behind a pillar, he could feel the air shaking a bit around her. 

With a few careful breaths, he let out a whimper, and laid himself down on the floor, his head resting on his arms in front of him, and closed his eyes, at this point, not sure how long this would last, but hoping, really praying, that it wasn’t for long. He wanted more than anything, to comfort her, but also knew that he was part of the reason for her fear. With resignation, his eyes closed, as he could do nothing more than listen, not wanting to make another sudden move and scare her again, though he himself was also terrified. 

[alfred-freakin-jones]

that demi god/experiment AU we have going~ (since, let's be honest, we have a lot of the typical AU's going right now : P)

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

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We dooooo XD Also, I apparently didn’t know it was my turn.... and lost it for a while there. Just found it. O.o;

Alfred a son of the Goddess of the Earth, though he was raised primarily by his human father, his mother is around. (literally)

As a kind of spirit of nature himself, he prefers to live outside the city limits in a small secluded wooded area. That doesn’t, however, mean that he won’t spend a lot of time within the city also. 

He does believe that children have the purest spirits and the truest love, before they are corrupted by the cynicism of adulthood. He will do anything reasonably, to protect that innocence.

He will not tolerate those who willingly harm children, nor will he show them any mercy, if they can’t even show such to a child. In both of these senses, he’s sort of become a guardian for children. (Which is possibly why those scientist chose a child to attempt opposition.)

Despite being half god, he doesn’t want to be worshiped. That’s why he hides how he is most of the time, because he is also half human, and would much rather identify with the people. 

How does that sound? :3

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you know, I'm going to return the favour, reverse boss battle : P

Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss

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I’d say something like that~ :3

[londonsforestchild-blog]

unpaid-protector sees green eyes

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Arthur was playing chess with his butler when the female walked into the room. He blinked a few times looking at her before he saw a weakness in his butler’s defenses in the game. He moved his queen and managed to call out ‘checkmate’ just as the butler of his was going to greet her. “What can I help you with?” Arthur asked calmly as he held the king of his butler’s pieces in his hand between his index and thumb.