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Post by Timmy Archer on Apr 1, 2016 18:50:33 GMT 2
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[attr="class","stayseereplybox"] Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived -- just like any old cliché bedtime stories -- a Princess. Now, this Princess, who we shall call Princess Max (yes, like the dog), was forced to attend a party and pick a fiancée. He was reluctant at first, but after a few persuasion from his dearly beloved sister, he relented. [break]
(He? You ask. Yes, Princesses can be male too, thank you very much.) [break]
That night, both Men and Woman, Princes and Princesses alike attended the party because they all heard about Princess Max. Rumors say he had a danger kink, and lots of people were interested to see if it was really true. Some were even tempted to test that kink out, but didn't want to incur the wrath of the King. Pity they didn't realize how much the King doesn't really care for his Princess anymore -- he just wanted to marry Princess Max off to get him out of his hands. [break]
Everyone, who was too preoccupied with the Princess and the ball, did not notice two certain thieves sneak into the castle. [break]
After the ball had started and the guests began to mingle, Princess Max had escaped from his Father's hawk-like eyes and into the garden. He sat on the thin edge of the fountain -- which is hella dangerous, but he has a pretty good balance, so moving on -- until he heard a rustle in the bushes. [break]
Unlike other Princesses who would cower from fear and flee, Princess Max stood his ground. "Who's there?" [break]
"Oohh, feisty." [break]
"But will he still be once we're through with him?" [break]
Princess Max narrowed his eyes, before two strangers emerged from the bushes. One was a tall raven-haired man with a bunny mask, and the other was a mischievous-looking blonde grinning at the Princess like he was catnip or something. [break]
Princess Max raised an eyebrow, not at all deterred by the two's sudden appearance. "Who're you two? You don't look like any of the Royal Gardeners." Sharp, as usual. [break]
Bunny Guy chuckled behind his mask, but the one who answered was Blonde. "We're here to kidnap the infamous Princess!" [break]
Before he could retort with a witty remark, one of them suddenly threw a bag over his head and hoisted the Princess up onto their shoulder. And then they were off, to God knows where. [break][break] To Be Continued... [newclass=.stayseereplybox]width:330px;background-color:#f5f5f5;padding:15px;border-radius:0px 0px 10px 10px;font-family:calibri;font-size:10px;line-height:12px;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.stayseereplytop]border-radius:10px 10px 0px 0px;margin-top:20px;width:330px;background-color:#2a2a2a;padding:15px;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:monospace;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass] |
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Post by Timmy Archer on Apr 1, 2016 18:36:21 GMT 2
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So it's not much of a secret how much I love writing, especially fanfiction. And so, welcome to my humble trashbin of God-awful stories that will make you cringe, cry, blanch, and maybe crack a smile. Enjoy your stay, and please don't touch anything. We wouldn't anything to bite off those pretty little fingers of yours ;D PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.heartag]border:solid 3px #e5e5e5;background-color:#eb8e3e;height:25px;line-height:25px!important;padding:0px 10px;max-width:150px;text-align:center;text-transform:uppercase;overflow:hidden;font:bold 10px Arial;color:#f5f5f5;margin-bottom:-15px;[/newclass] [newclass=.heartag a]font:bold 10px Arial;color:#f5f5f5;[/newclass] |
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Post by Timmy Archer on Mar 23, 2016 18:31:18 GMT 2
x Timothy Archer [break]NAME. Timothy Dame Archer[break]NICKNAME. Timmy[break]AGE. 25 years old[break]BIRTHDAY. 15th January 1991[break]MEMBER GROUP. Chicago PD[break]GENDER. Male[break]SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual[break]OCCUPATION. Police Trainee, Gossip Blog Owner[break]ACCENT & NATIONALITY. English[break]LOYALTY. His fandoms and his mentors (PD Chicago Police)[break]
[break]FACECLAIM. Ben Whishaw[break]HEIGHT. 1.75 m (5"9')[break]EYE & HAIR COLOR. Dark brown hair and green eyes[break]IDENTIFYING FEATURES. That look he gives you when you're being stupid.[break]
[break]It was weird having only one parent, especially when the kids at school asked what you were going to do with your Dad on Father’s Day, and having to reply that you don’t have one. Such was the life of one Timothy Dame Archer, or most commonly known, Timmy.
I mean, yeah, sure, not having a Dad sucks because too many people ask too many question he doesn’t know the answer to, and it gets easily annoying. He even remembers once in grade school that a couple of kids mocked him for not having one, but his Mum -- who was the most badass English teacher there ever was -- quickly intervened. It was safe to say not a hair was harmed on one Miss Archer’s son’s head.
Other than that small scuffle, Timmy’s childhood was relatively normal. Though, I can’t say the same about his teenage years.
It’s no secret that he likes to indulge himself in Tv shows, books, and all the like. He even started his own personal blog sometime in high school, which is a whole lot of fun until a lot of people start dubbing him as a nerd. Okay, in all honestly, he doesn’t really mind being called that; he just doesn’t appreciate the condescending tone some people use. Thankfully, that name-calling had just started around the month everyone was supposed to graduate, so nothing big had really happened.
(Then again, he had dug up some pretty embarrassing info about his persecutors, and told literally the whole school about them. Ah, good times.)
The college major Timmy had always wanted to pursue was the law and justice system, but the school he wanted to go to was in another country -- America, to be exact. He is just eternally grateful for having the most understanding Mum, and left Britain almost reluctantly.
In present time, he’s just another man working as a Police trainee in the nearby Chicago PD station. The only thing standing out is his knack of telling everyone about every little thing that’s happening. Hey, it's not gossiping, only keeping everyone informed.[break]
[break]ALIAS. Queen, yo[break]CONTACT METHOD. PM, yo[break]RP EXPERIENCE. Long enough, yo[break]RP SAMPLE.
After almost literally throwing his bag onto his office chair, Timmy bounded off in search of one of his gossip friends. Oh boy, oh boy, does he have some juicy info to tell them.
"Did you hear?!" He jumped up and down, exactly like a little kid just being told that Christmas came earlier, grin as wide as ever and eyes full of little secrets to spill. “Apparently Officer Madden has a partner! And, no, I’m not talking about police investigation partner, I mean rolling through the bed sheets at night partner!”
Okay, maybe not all of that was true, but it sure as hell seems like it. Yesterday had been quite a shock, especially when he saw a pretty blonde lady pull the older officer into his office by his tie. If that ain’t suggestive at all, Timmy doesn’t know what is anymore. The only reason why he didn’t go around shouting his head off the day it happened was that he really didn’t want to die that night. The new episode for BBC Sherlock (after three agonizing years!) finally came out, so no way in Hell was he missing that.
Timmy continued to babble about theories unto his friend, arms flailing about to emphasis some points. It was really unfortunate that he didn’t felt the looming presence behind him, until his colleague gave him an alarmingly frightened look.
He was about to ask what was the matter before a familiar voice -- so full of venom and promise of pain and torture -- almost growled out his name from behind. Timmy suppressed a shiver of fear and froze on the spot.
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