Once upon a time in a faraway well organized an perfect fandom, there was a village that was controlled par Lord Shorefox and par Queen Kathleen the sixth. The only nobles who habited that village were Sir Sweetsauce and Lady Cuddles. Gossip was coming from mouth to mouth about their strange relationship.
Lady Cuddles owned large parts of the land, her father had inherited them to her because a woman wasn’t allowed to posses lands unless she was the only child of the marriage and yet she had to look for a husband. Sir Sweetsauce own a small part of the land, like all men at the time who had a great amount of money he had 5 helpers, Mr. Fisher, Mr.Megabot, Mr. Pantene, Mrs. Pantene and Ms. Biremley.
Sir Sweetsauce had suffered an accident while he rode in the back of one of his horses, leaving him with a disability on his right leg. Sir Sweetsauce was a grumpy man, he scared every farmer that asked him to rent a part of his land, but somehow he had a friend from another village called Sir Ducklington the eight. Sir Ducklington was sure about Sir Sweetsauce having a cœur, coeur somewhere hidden between his flesh and his Bones but there was no way he could prove it.
One jour Lady Cuddles organized a prom to what she a dit “Help our farmers with the growth of their crops” but what she really meant was “Looking for a Sir that can marry me and posses this lands and have children with me.” So the jour of the prom came and Sir Ducklington was staying in Sir Sweetsauce’s mansion.
“Are toi coming Sir Swwetsauce?” Sir Ducklington asked while he removed his manteau of the perche that was besides the front door in the living room.
“Am I coming to what?” Sir Sweetsauce a dit not raising his head from his lecture.
“To the prom that was organized by-“
“Yeah I know, I won’t.” He a dit turning to the suivant page.
“Why shall toi not?”
“That woman is the devil. And aside from that fact why would I go to something to help the farmers?”
“Because they provide toi food.” He approached a little closer to him.
“In such case I am the one who allows them to produce that food.” Sir Ducklington a dit no plus and went outside were a carriage was waiting for him.
Hours went par and Sir Sweetsauce found himself wondering what to do. He looked at the clock and saw that there was still time to arrive to the prom. When he arrived he noticed that all the royalty was there.
He noticed that the ballroom was full and then he noticed the host. Beautifully dressed in one of those modern dresses., the one that were less puffy and that the couleurs were brighter . She looked exquisite. Sir Sweetsauce approached at his own pace, limping through the crowd.
“Nice party toi have thrown.” Sir Sweetsauce a dit standing suivant to Lady Cuddles. She nodded still glancing at the dancing crowd.
“Have toi found him?” He asked, Lady Cuddles turned to face him, her expression offended.
“Found who?”
“Oh Lady Cuddles toi can’t lie to me. I have known toi for too long.” Their glances turned back to the crowd.
“Have toi Sir Sweetsauce. May I know what the reason of your delay is?”
“I was getting groomed to look as fit for you.” Lady Cuddles left out a smile.
From the crowd Sir Ducklington was watching the flirtatious moment between his friend and the host. With a spin that was choreographed in that part of the musique they disappeared. And they would not be seen till days after the party.
Rumors were everywhere heard about what have happened that night at the prom. Villagers delivered theories at their dîner tables, the nobles whispered in their living rooms. Everyone spoke of the missing ones. Everyone expecting to get some news. The conversations went like this:
“So did toi hear? They say that at the end of the prom Lady Cuddles and Sir Sweetsauce disappeared unexpectedly.” A villager would say.
“I did. I think those two are into something. They have always had some kind of spark between them, even when they fought over their lands.” Another villager would opine.
“I must say I am excited. They both deserved it. Finally Lady Cuddles would be able to fund a family and the poor Sir Sweetsauce would find some relief to his constant pain.” Another villager would say.
Later they discovered that Sir Sweetsauce have gone to see a sorcerer and that Lady Cuddles have gone to visit Lord Shorefox, meaning nothing have really happened between the two of them. They had been lied to par the royalty and par Lord Shorefox who had announced that they have gone there to get approval to get married.
The whole fandom went crazy and the perfect way that they had been discussing turned to a massive mass of people walking towards the mansion of Lord Shorefox with torches burning and a rage that not even Mrs. Pantene could handle.
Some died in the journey, they stopped seeing the point of fighting towards others. Some joined lately and they didn’t know anything but that they should be together. And some grow annoyed par the reactions of other villagers. And the whole fandom was turned apart, even for the ones who once had not even believed in Lady Cuddles and Sir Sweetsauce.
And that’s how the Huddy fandom and some great part of the House fandom was turned apart. It wasn’t because of the new fans, neither was it because they lied to us. It was because we went crazy. Not only with the Under My Skin thing but with the whole he’s-kissing-another-bitch!
Let’s keep it down, shall we? I like being a Huddy and I miss the way things used to be =))
Don’t bash ;)
Sidenote : The thing about Lord Shorefox had to be a dit as they getting married because it fit but not because that's what rive exactly promised
Lady Cuddles owned large parts of the land, her father had inherited them to her because a woman wasn’t allowed to posses lands unless she was the only child of the marriage and yet she had to look for a husband. Sir Sweetsauce own a small part of the land, like all men at the time who had a great amount of money he had 5 helpers, Mr. Fisher, Mr.Megabot, Mr. Pantene, Mrs. Pantene and Ms. Biremley.
Sir Sweetsauce had suffered an accident while he rode in the back of one of his horses, leaving him with a disability on his right leg. Sir Sweetsauce was a grumpy man, he scared every farmer that asked him to rent a part of his land, but somehow he had a friend from another village called Sir Ducklington the eight. Sir Ducklington was sure about Sir Sweetsauce having a cœur, coeur somewhere hidden between his flesh and his Bones but there was no way he could prove it.
One jour Lady Cuddles organized a prom to what she a dit “Help our farmers with the growth of their crops” but what she really meant was “Looking for a Sir that can marry me and posses this lands and have children with me.” So the jour of the prom came and Sir Ducklington was staying in Sir Sweetsauce’s mansion.
“Are toi coming Sir Swwetsauce?” Sir Ducklington asked while he removed his manteau of the perche that was besides the front door in the living room.
“Am I coming to what?” Sir Sweetsauce a dit not raising his head from his lecture.
“To the prom that was organized by-“
“Yeah I know, I won’t.” He a dit turning to the suivant page.
“Why shall toi not?”
“That woman is the devil. And aside from that fact why would I go to something to help the farmers?”
“Because they provide toi food.” He approached a little closer to him.
“In such case I am the one who allows them to produce that food.” Sir Ducklington a dit no plus and went outside were a carriage was waiting for him.
Hours went par and Sir Sweetsauce found himself wondering what to do. He looked at the clock and saw that there was still time to arrive to the prom. When he arrived he noticed that all the royalty was there.
He noticed that the ballroom was full and then he noticed the host. Beautifully dressed in one of those modern dresses., the one that were less puffy and that the couleurs were brighter . She looked exquisite. Sir Sweetsauce approached at his own pace, limping through the crowd.
“Nice party toi have thrown.” Sir Sweetsauce a dit standing suivant to Lady Cuddles. She nodded still glancing at the dancing crowd.
“Have toi found him?” He asked, Lady Cuddles turned to face him, her expression offended.
“Found who?”
“Oh Lady Cuddles toi can’t lie to me. I have known toi for too long.” Their glances turned back to the crowd.
“Have toi Sir Sweetsauce. May I know what the reason of your delay is?”
“I was getting groomed to look as fit for you.” Lady Cuddles left out a smile.
From the crowd Sir Ducklington was watching the flirtatious moment between his friend and the host. With a spin that was choreographed in that part of the musique they disappeared. And they would not be seen till days after the party.
Rumors were everywhere heard about what have happened that night at the prom. Villagers delivered theories at their dîner tables, the nobles whispered in their living rooms. Everyone spoke of the missing ones. Everyone expecting to get some news. The conversations went like this:
“So did toi hear? They say that at the end of the prom Lady Cuddles and Sir Sweetsauce disappeared unexpectedly.” A villager would say.
“I did. I think those two are into something. They have always had some kind of spark between them, even when they fought over their lands.” Another villager would opine.
“I must say I am excited. They both deserved it. Finally Lady Cuddles would be able to fund a family and the poor Sir Sweetsauce would find some relief to his constant pain.” Another villager would say.
Later they discovered that Sir Sweetsauce have gone to see a sorcerer and that Lady Cuddles have gone to visit Lord Shorefox, meaning nothing have really happened between the two of them. They had been lied to par the royalty and par Lord Shorefox who had announced that they have gone there to get approval to get married.
The whole fandom went crazy and the perfect way that they had been discussing turned to a massive mass of people walking towards the mansion of Lord Shorefox with torches burning and a rage that not even Mrs. Pantene could handle.
Some died in the journey, they stopped seeing the point of fighting towards others. Some joined lately and they didn’t know anything but that they should be together. And some grow annoyed par the reactions of other villagers. And the whole fandom was turned apart, even for the ones who once had not even believed in Lady Cuddles and Sir Sweetsauce.
And that’s how the Huddy fandom and some great part of the House fandom was turned apart. It wasn’t because of the new fans, neither was it because they lied to us. It was because we went crazy. Not only with the Under My Skin thing but with the whole he’s-kissing-another-bitch!
Let’s keep it down, shall we? I like being a Huddy and I miss the way things used to be =))
Don’t bash ;)
Sidenote : The thing about Lord Shorefox had to be a dit as they getting married because it fit but not because that's what rive exactly promised
