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2023.04.01 05:06 MasterDarcy_1979 43 [M4F] #Scotland. Dominant seeking submissive

If your initial chat request and/or message does not interest me, or if they break any of the following stipulation, I shan't reply.
So be warned.
Also, please, only initiate contact with me if you are looking for a Dominant. If you initiate contact for any other reason then I will not respond.
In the past I've replied to every single chat/message in the past. In the more recent cases the sender clearly hadn't read my post, which has now forced me to clamp down. Quite frankly, it's a waste of my time.
After you've sent your chat request and/or message, you will have to wait for a reply (if you meet my criteria). As I will either be busy, sleeping or processing your chat/message.
Also, please include a photograph of yourself. As I've included a photograph on my post.
Hell, it doesn't have to be a professional actress, occasional community theatre would suffice. :p
As I said, though, the previous two variables are not a prerequisite. I don't care what career a woman has. The only thing that's important to me is that we are emotionally and spiritually compatible, everything else can fall by the wayside.
What I'm looking for:
I want a woman who has character, who is classy and sophisticated. A woman who has dignity, strong opinions, strong unwavering morals and a personality. I don't want a doormat. Just because a woman is a submissive in no way means that she's weak-willed, inherently inferior and docile.
I've known submissive women from all walks of life, from at the pinnacle of the arts, to the top of the mental health profession even to someone involved in the space industry.
It's a long heralded deep misconception, not just within the vanilla community, but also in the BDSverse, that the Dominants wield the most power. They don't. If anything, submissives and slaves hold considerably more power, as without their consent, the Dominant is just a person holding a collar without a person attached.
So yes, if you're a submissive or a slave and you're reading this. Just remember that YOU initially hold the power.
I like strong character. Collaring a strong woman is more of an achievement than collaring someone who has the backbone integrity of a jellyfish or someone who is already broken.
I like the process
My kind of woman is Elizabeth Bennet and Wednesday Addams all rolled into one. Essentially, a woman who is strong and opinionated, who knows her own mind, and doesn't give a rat's tail for the judgements of others. But also a woman who is a natural submissive behind their hard shell of an exterior.
She is a lover of books and words.
She has grace and class and sophistication. Being the Dominant of a woman who is the personification of class and elegance is a really hot fantasy. Posh, even. Well-to-do and maybe a little spoilt.
I'm an old fashioned gentleman at heart, with manners and politeness. Cue my username. (If you don't get the play-on-words of my username then you've failed the first test)
I'm majorly into watersports, so if that kind of thing turns you on, we're going to get along!
I'll start with the "Darcy" part of my psyche:
I'm not like the vast majority of Dominants out there who will collar the first submissive who comes along. I have high standards and I'll only collar a submissive if those standards are met.
I find, in society, with kink and vanilla, people are too willing to drop their standards and take whatever on off. People have a "first come, first served" mentality.
That isn't me.
This is why 50% of marriages end in divorce and 75% of those married 50% are miserable and the parties are waiting for the sweet taste of death to release them from the hell that they've created, for fear of dying alone.
That isn't me, either. I would rather live and die by my own sword than be with someone for whom I want to kill. Life is too short to be in an unhappy relationship.
I'm not a social media person. Yes, I'm on here, but I'm only really here to post this. Other than Reddit, I have zero social media presence.
I'm also not an instant messaging person. I am witty and I love banter. IM seems to bring out my sarcastic and quippy side, which is a curse as it's detrimental with regards to actually getting to know someone.
My communication method of choice is emails. With emails you're able to convey mass amounts of information and details, without interruption, therefore, making the "getting to know you" process relatively quick.
If you want a Man who has manners, who is intelligent, monogamous, funny, classy, sophisticated and nurturing, feel free to initiate contact.
I'm deep, introspective, pensive and morose. I feel more at ease and happiest when I'm alone. I can barely tolerate people.
I would rather be by myself than be at a party or a gathering. If you want a people person and an extraverted and a social butterfly. Yeah... that isn't me, either.
Characteristics I'm seeking: sardonic, pensive, Intelligent, well read, classy, kinky, sophisticated, open minded, monogamous and with a certain Goth vibe. I have always had a thing for Goth types. Back in the day it was Morticia and Elvira, I suppose you can add Wednesday to the mix now that she's all growed up.
ABOUT ME: (Vanilla)
I'm a writer, and soon-to-be author (hopefully). One of my passions is cooking. I briefly trained as a Chef, which means that I'm a whizz in the kitchen! Wouldn't say that I'm a fully-fledged Chef, but I know enough to get by and not starve to death or get food poisoning... and die.
I'm a logophile. (No. It doesn't mean that I like logos. It means that I have an intense and inherit love of words. They even have the ability to get me horny) If you contact me, you have to have an equal passion for the written (or spoken) word. If you initiate contact with me and you only write a dozen words, I reserve the right to release the Kraken and/or ignore you. Probably both. (I know that I've said this twice now, but I really cannot stand messages that have no thought behind them.)
Oh. I also have a really sharp sense of humour. So, if you're sensitive or thin skinned, approach with caution.
I'm a deep thinker. I'm spiritual (NOT religious) and believe in the power of Chi. I believe in Ghosts, other worlds, multiverses and dimensions. I'm into meditation and self improvement and self analysis. I'm a free-thinker and tend to think independently from the masses. I naturally deviate from convention.
I don't conform. I'm unapologetically weird and different.
I'm not a people person. I can't stress that enough. I tend to connect better with "weird" people and people who deviate from "normality". I'm misanthropic and I tend to be on an entirely different page than the general populace. For that, I am eternally thankful.
I don't really care about distance. I mean, let's be honest, the chance of meeting a compatible soul is improbable as it is, if you restrict it by means of geography and location, the "improbable" becomes the "impossible". Besides, it's 2023, not 1723. Distances can be bridged with the aid of heavy machinery with wings.
So yes, I'm open to a long distance relationship, to begin with.
It takes a while to properly forge a strong relationship: It requires respect, trust, honesty, compatibility and communication. None of those things come easily or without dedication, conviction and time.
I'm a sapiosexual as well as a demisexual. I find intelligence very, very hot!
I'm an introvert. I'm private and I don't like being the centre of attention. In fact, I like to keep as far back from people and the spotlight as possible. My preference is to live in the shadows. My main aim in life is to become a Vampire... true story. Still working on it.
Movies: Fright Night 1 & 2, The Lost Boys, Barefoot in the park, Breakfast at Tiffany's, My Fair Lady, Casablanca, Jerry Maguire, Serendipity, Say Anything, Almost Famous, Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller's day off, Weird Science, Elvira: Mistress of the dark, Elvira: Haunted Hills, Dirty Dancing, The Big Sick, Star Wars (The original trilogy), Firefly, Shadow of the Vampire, Interview with the Vampire, Dracula (1931).
Television: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, It's Always sunny in Philadelphia, Wednesday, Seinfeld, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Sex and the City, Family Guy, The Simpsons, Scrubs.
AuthoWriter: Jane Austen, Edgar Allen Poe, Bram Stoker, The Bronte Sisters, Emily Dickinson.
Music: The Smiths, The Cure, AC/DC
Honestly, I'm not a big music fan. I prefer classical music and score as they have the capacity to stir my emotions.
...and now the "Master" half of what makes me, me:
ABOUT ME: (Kink)
My form of Dominance is one of psychology.
It's my belief that before you can even hope to control the body, first you have to be able to control the mind.
I want to know how you think, I want to know how your mind works, what you love, what you like, what you hate and what you dislike. I want to know about your formative years, your upbringing, your parents, your family, etc.
In essence, I want to know everything about you.
Vanilla comes before kink.
As far as kink goes, I want to know about your experience as well as your dream dynamic. I want to know what turns you on, what your limits are and how willing you are to expand your horizons,allow me to break down your walls in order to replace it with different walls, but done with subtlety and skill.
The BDSMverse is all about growth. It's all about learning and maturing and both discovering new kinks, but also cultivating the kinks you already have.
This dynamic will be a living, breathing organism. It'll grow and develop and mature. It will be 24/7. It'll be all consuming and it will be a life choice.
At work you will be my submissive. At the supermarket and at the mall and out in public, you will be owned by me. Your every breath will contain a whisper that I own you. Every thought will contain a note that I control you.
It will be all encompassing.
You will be swimming in a fog of knowledge that your every thought, every feeling and every moment of your life is under my lock and key.
I want a relationship based on TPE. I'm not into "keeping it in the bedroom/behind closeddoors", as that sounds too much like roleplay.
You will learn from me, you will be taught, I will sculpt and mould and nurture you and train you to be the greatest version of yourself that you can be.
I'll listen. I'll be your teacher, your mentor, your confident, your protector as well as your best friend.
I cannot stress that enough, for a D/s dynamic to work, it has to be built on friendship. There must be trust and respect and communication and compatibility. Every cylinder must be firing
We will be a team. We will listen, talk and learn from the other. Our bond will be stronger than any metal or element known to Man.
Again, this isn't an easy connection to develop. It takes honesty, trust, communication and absolute dedication and faith. Come into this half-hearted, it will not work.
It also takes time. How much time? It will take as long as it takes. The vanilla connection must be forged, otherwise it's akin to building a house on quicksand.
My kinks: Watersports, fiscal Domination, Goth, taboo, rough skull-fucking, anal, CNC, rape play, bimbofication, food control, body modification, behaviour modification, body transformation, body modification, body writing, deepthroat, TPE, puke, chains, leather, outfits, DP (with dildos, etc), toys, edging, Vampirism (Hematolagnia), tasks, raceplay, DD/lg
I'm very open to taboo kinks, as well as extreme kinks. The chance of me being against a kink will be extremely remote.
Watersports is my number one kink, so, if you're genuinely turned on by watersports (Or even if you're curious) we could very well be a match.
Hard limits: Poly and scat.
Everything else is negotiable.
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2023.04.01 03:40 Inorai [Menagerie of Dreams] Chapter 4.5: The Game Is Afoot

[Menagerie of Dreams] Chapter 4.5: The Game Is Afoot
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The Story: When a seemingly-powerless human walks straight through the wards shielding her bestiary, Aloe finds herself with a mystery on her shop floor - and with her merciless kin eager to get their hands on him, they've got a deadline on solving it.
Together they strode back through Windscour’s compound, leaving the offices behind. The receptionist rose as they passed, raising a hand, but Kyran waved her off.
“She does not look pleased,” he said, shooting a look at Aloe. “You tampered with her, didn’t you?”
Color crept up her cheeks. “I needed to see you,” she mumbled. “If she’d warned you, you’d have locked everything down before I could get a word out. Wouldn’t you?”
“You can’t go around enspelling whoever you please,” Kyran said, though, his expression darkening.
“I do feel a bit bad for the encounter,” she mumbled, teasing a loose strand of blonde hair between two fingers. Her eyes rose, her expression sharpening again. “But I did what I had to, and I don’t regret that.” She raised an eyebrow. “Will you file a claim of your own?”
She held her tongue after that, watching as the words settled in. It wasn’t as simple as that, and both of them knew it. If Kyran wanted, he could march straight back to Jaian, have an investigation brought against her.
But doing that would also open an investigation into everything else that went on in Windscour, including his theft of Rowen, and he wouldn’t want that. Sure enough, after a moment’s pause, Kyran shook his head, quickening his pace. “Of course not,” he said, his voice saccharine-sweet. “A misunderstanding, that’s all. Yes?”
“Indeed,” Aloe said. She glanced around at the hallways they passed, which were steadily growing more sterile and nondescript as they wound deeper into the research part of the structure. “You’re not housing him in the focarium?” she said. “That’s your pride and joy, isn’t it?” The Lossimers were an analytical bloodline, their magic given to assessments and enhancements, their spells etched in runes. The focarium was his baby—and with it, he could plumb straight into the depths of magic. “I assumed you’d have him there.”
“We’ve only had him a few hours, Aloe,” Kyran said, an exasperated note slipping into his voice. Holding out a hand, he steered them down a side hallway, marked simply Holding. He pulled a badge from his belt, tapping it against a sensor on the wall, and gestured forward as the lock clicked open. “We hadn’t gotten that far yet. Come along.” As he pushed ahead, she saw him grimace. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Yes, please. She followed on his heels as they entered the wing—just a lonely hallway with a handful of doors off either side. Runes glowed from the floor and ceiling, burning with a low light Aloe couldn’t begin to make sense of. Given the name of this hallway and why they’d come to it today, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
Kyran went straight to the hallway’s single closed door, all the way at the end. Aloe drifted behind him, her steps slower as he fumbled with his badge a second time. The lock on the door beeped as he again tapped the card against it. And then he stood back.
“There,” he said. “Be my guest.”
And as she stepped forward, she heard him sigh. “You know, I don’t know why you’ve got yourself so worked up over this. If you’d just-”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m sure you don’t.”
“I mean, you’re going to such lengths. It’s not going to change anything. You have to know that.”
She reached out, laying a hand on the cool metal. “You wouldn’t understand,” she whispered, her eyelids sinking lower.
Pushing hard, she turned the latch, pulling the door open in the same smooth motion.
The room inside was bare, she saw as she stepped in, just a smooth tile floor and a bed jammed into one corner. Something in her eased as she caught sight of the man sitting on its edge.
Rowen looked up through hazy, unfocused eyes. “Hey,” he rasped, then licked his lips, swallowing. He shifted, like he was trying to stand, but his legs weren’t cooperating. He gave up, sitting back down. “It’s…you.
Aloe sighed, crossing toward him. “What did you do to him?”
“He’s just sedated,” she heard Kyran say from the doorway behind her. “Our sleep spells weren’t doing anything to him.”
“You don’t say,” she said dryly. Rowen tried to bat away her hands when she reached in, but she took gentle hold of one wrist, checking his pulse.
“We had to use human drugs in the end,” Kyran said. “Hope you’ve got some of those stashed around.”
She couldn’t miss the amusement in his voice. The spite. He was having fun with this. Releasing Rowen’s arm, she stepped back, safely out of range of his half-hearted swings. Her hand came up to cup her chin. “How am I going to do this?” she murmured.
Kyran snorted. “What’s that? The great Aloisia is stumped?”
She shot him a look. “I’m not-”
“I don’t care how you take him,” Kyran said. “But he has to be gone. I’m not running a hostel here. You wanted him?” He gestured, scowling. “You’ve got him. He’s your problem now.”
“I know, I’m just-”
“If it’s too much for you, I’d be happy to call the deal off.”
It was her turn to snort, shaking her head. “Wouldn’t you just.”
Rowen took another swipe at her, reeling in his seat. “Can’t do this,” she heard him mumble, the words slurred. “I’ll- I’m gonna-”
“Quiet,” she said with a sigh. Her hand dropped to her belt—and her kalimba. This time she unhooked it, running her thumbs across the tines. A cascade of bells filled the room.
Steadily, she started to pluck one after another, the resonance building and turning in on itself as she added notes. Her limbs steadied, her strength buoying. The wave of magical aid was accompanied by the sharp pang of a headache starting to take root. She grimaced, but kept going. Enhancement magic was Kyran’s forte, not hers, but she could make it work in a pinch.
And as the last note echoed on the air, she hung the kalimba back from its loop, letting it fall to her hip. The intoxicating flood of strength was still there as she took hold of Rowen, sliding his arm over her shoulders.
He tried to fight her. His punch was more like a slap, his movements too uncoordinated to break away. “L’me go,” she heard him mumble. “I’ll kill you. I’ll-”
“Yes, you’re very strong,” she said with a grunt, rising. Her knees ached for a moment—but she straightened, pulling his two hundred pounds of dead weight up with her.
Kyran was watching when she turned, one eyebrow raised. “You’re going to carry him like that all the way back to the surface world?” he said. “And what happens after Callaton? Will you drag him through the human streets like a prisoner?”
Aloe grinned, even as she started to sweat. Oh, he thought he had her stuck, did he? She reached beneath the collar of her sweater with her free hand, pulling loose a chain from beneath. A trio of crystal rods hung from it like a pendant.
With the three rods resting in the palm of her hand, she hesitated. Crystal foci were expensive. Incredibly so. These three had been a gift, and once they were gone, she wasn’t sure where she’d find more.
That was a question to be solved in the future, though. She needed them now, so use them she would. Leaning over, she rapped one of them against the wall. It sang out like a tuning rod, filling the room with its clear, pure peal. Kyran’s eyes widened. “Wait. You’re not going to-”
Her hand closed around the rod, dampening the sound—and she snapped it in her palm. Fragments of crystal dug against her skin. Magic poured outward, carried on the rippling echoes of that perfect note.
Home, she whispered silently, holding the image of the Dancing Dragon in her mind. Take us home. The odds were good that this wouldn’t work, but since she didn’t have another option on hand, she had to try. If her magic wouldn’t take hold with Rowen here-
The roar of the magic crescendoed. Light filled her vision. In the incandescent glow of it, she saw Kyran take a step back, letting out a startled yelp.
As the magic wrapped tight around her, she pulled Rowen closer, as if the vortex could possibly rip him away from her. Light flared in front of her as reality tore open, not dissimilar to what Kyran's goos had done - but way the hell more expensive. She sighed inwardly for what this adventure would cost her.
She stepped forward, dragging Rowen with her, and gave the portal a quick, nervous look as the two approached. This had better work. If he destroyed the portal, she'd be stuck here, and the thought of Kyran's smug face leering back at her was too much to bear.
It'd worked for Kyran's people. It would work for her.
Teeth gritted, she heaved the both of them across the threshold. The swirling, blazing magic flickered, growing darker - but held. Aloe grinned. Victory.
And with one last cascade of sparks, she stepped out into the Dragon.
Still reeling, she cast a look around, Rowan’s arm slung around her shoulders. He was taller than her, which left her dragging his legs limply behind them—but they were home. She exhaled, letting herself droop. Almost done.
When Aloe turned for the stairs, though, a glimmer of light on her desk caught her attention. She paused, glancing over. A smile curled at her lips at the sight of her letterbox gleaming in rainbow shades.
Staggering one last step forward, she dropped Rowen unceremoniously onto Daisy’s bed. The knurl raised her head with a whuff, shying back at the unexpected intrusion. “Sorry,” Aloe panted, wiping the back of her hand across her forehead. “Bear with it, girl. He’s friendly. Well.” She grimaced, remembering the swipes. “Mostly.”
He’d fallen still over their journey. She leaned closer, letting her eyes sweep over him as she gave a good, assessing look. What she saw made her sigh, sitting back on her heels. He was still awake, but probably only barely. He kept trying to curl up, pulling his knees close to his chest, and his hands were shaking.
“You’re safe now,” she said softly, but there was no reaction from the man. She turned for the letterbox with a weary groan, dropping into her chair. Was it just another bill, or-
Her smile grew as she withdrew the letter from within, spotting the familiar chicken-scratch handwriting on the front. Despite how horrible a day it’d been thus far, her mood lifted. Leaning back, she took a letter opener from the desk, carefully slicing the letter open.
The paper inside was sturdy and thick, the handwriting no more legible than it’d been on the front.
Aloe -
I almost wrote you earlier, but I wanted to wait until I really knew what I’d found. I’m still in the Deeproads. Deep, but not too deep. Don’t fret.
You’ll never believe what I’ve stumbled upon. I felt a bit of resonance on my last dive, so I plumbed the depths again, and this time, I broke through into a new shell. It’s remarkable. I don’t believe anyone’s been in it for years. Decades. Perhaps centuries. I found the ruins of an old structure abandoned there, but besides for that, it’s all sunbirds and the tiniest, most adorable little dragons you’ve ever seen.
I don’t think the shell is in too much danger of a collapse. It feels almost like a natural pocket, instead of a Child-forged construct. Perhaps you would be interested in visiting? I wouldn’t mind sharing the coordinates with you.
Give your knurl a rub for me.
Aloe chuckled to herself, running her fingers across the textured surface of the paper. “He’s up to his usual troubles, then,” she murmured, her cheeks warming gently. And he’d found dragons for her, too. Miniature ones. She glanced out to the shop floor, raising an eyebrow. The store was wood, so she’d always been loath to bring a dragon inside—especially considering how large they got. But if it was small enough? Maybe.
She lay the letter down with a sigh, glancing back to Daisy’s bed and its new cargo. “But I’ve got to sort you out first.”
Right. Her eyes widened. Rowen—and Welther. She’d talked big back in Windscour, but she wasn’t a scholar. Not really. She’d be struggling through things from here on out.
But Welther. Welther was a delver, a seeker of lost knowledge, new discoveries. Would he be interested in Rowen? She chewed her lip, weighing the possibility. It’d mean revealing Rowen to someone else, and she really didn’t want to make his existence public knowledge.
This was Welther, though. She couldn’t imagine him raising some sort of public stir over her newest charge. And…Aloe chuckled, shaking her head. If she didn’t tell him what she’d found, he’d probably get upset with her for that alone.
“Wait there just a second more,” she whispered, glancing back down to the dozing form of Rowen. “I’ll get you settled soon.”
Reaching forward, she grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen.
The sunbirds overhead flapped back and forth, chattering to each other.
Aloe leaned back in her seat, lacing her fingers behind her head. The shop was quiet. She couldn’t very well open the store, not when all hell might break loose at any moment. Her letter to Welther was written and tucked into the letterbox, whose enchantments had no doubt already whisked it off to its destination. The creatures were fed, their dens mucked out.
All that left for her to do was wait.
She grimaced, letting her eyes sink closed. “What a damned stupid game you’re playing this time, Aloisia,” she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Go ahead and challenge the lord himself, why don’t you? Why not-”
One of the rafters creaked overhead. She stopped.
Looking up, she watched the floorboards compress, the wood flexing almost-imperceptibly. Her pulse quickened. Was it-
The sound of a footfall drifted down, so soft as to almost be lost entirely. She heard the distant clink of bedsprings.
Aloe sat back, waiting. Her thoughts of Kyran and Welther were long gone, just a flicker in the back of her mind. All of her attention was fixated on the ceiling of the Dragon—and the low, hesitant sound of someone creeping across the floor.
Her shop was well-built, but she’d lived in it for almost two decades, and she knew every creak and whine the place had. Her eyes drifted, following the telltale signs as they crept out of the bedroom and down the hall, descending the stairs on unsteady feet.
The footsteps went quiet, brought to a halt beyond the swinging doors that separated the shop from her home.
Even without a sound, though, she knew he was there. She could almost hear the ragged sound of his breathing, the terrified pounding of his heart. She didn’t get up, just stayed where she was, placid and calm—but her chin lifted. “I know you’re there,” she said. “In the stairwell. You’re not sneaking up on anyone.” In the silence, she heard the faint sound of an indrawn gasp.
Aloe smiled, leaning back another inch. Bingo. “You can come out now.”
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2023.04.01 01:10 next3days For anyone who's looking for something to do this weekend in Blacksburg & Beyond....

It's another big weekend of local fun in Blacksburg, at Virginia Tech and throughout the New River Valley with over 65 events. However will have to keep our fingers crossed the weather cooperates on Saturday for any of the outdoor events (some for tonight & tomorrow are already cancelled or postponed including this weekend's top 15 softball match-up).
The Hokie Women's Basketball will have most of the attention tonight and hopefully on Sunday afternoon, though I have included a few late Friday events for those that are interested.
Here's the Weekend Rundown: 1. Performance with Rissi Palmer Moss Arts Center at Virginia Tech, Blacksburg Friday, March 31, 2023, 8:00 - 10:00 PM General Admission: $15.00, Students with ID and Youth 18 and Under: $10.00 Rissi Palmer's 2017 twangy mid-tempo anthem, "Country Girl", made her the first Black woman to grace Billboard’s Hot Country charts in over 30 years. Rissi Palmer's gift lies in reaching across all musical boundaries. While Palmer made her mark in country music, she is equally at home in R&B music, bringing the entire spectrum of popular music to bear on music she calls "Southern soul". Raised in a musical family that loved both country and R&B, she was a part of a singing and dancing troupe sponsored by a local television station at age 16, and by the time she was 19 years old, she had already been offered her first publishing and label deal. A few highlights throughout Palmer’s musical career include performances at the White House, New York's Lincoln Center, and multiple appearances on the Grand Ole Opry stage. She has toured extensively across the country, sharing stages with Taylor Swift, The Eagles, Chris Young, Charley Crockett, and many more. She has also made numerous national appearances on Oprah and Friends, CMT Insider, CNN, CBS This Morning, Good Morning America to name a few. Palmer is also a special correspondent for CMT's Hot 20 Countdown, featuring chart-topping music videos, news stories, live performances, and candid interviews from country’s biggest stars. This performance is part of "Up 86," a trio of spring performances is the culmination of a new collaboration between the Moss Arts Center and North Carolina artist Shirlette Ammons, who is serving as the center’s first independent guest performing arts curator. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=679928
2. College Baseball: UVA vs. Virginia Tech English Field, Virginia Tech Friday, March 31, 2023, 8:00 PM, Saturday, April 1, 2023, 7:00 PM, Sunday, April 2, 2023, 1:00 PM Adults: $10.00 Youth Ages 6-18: $5.00 Youth Ages 5 & Under: Free Watch the Virginia Tech Baseball Team compete against ACC conference and in-state rival the University of Virginia in a three-game series. Gates and ticket booths at English Field will open 90 minutes before first pitch on gamedays. Fans accessing English Field on gameday are encouraged to use free parking in Lot 16 ("The Cage"), located northwest of the stadium along Duck Pond Drive. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685268
3. Phlegar Hill in Concert Bull & Bones Brewhaus & Grill, Blacksburg Friday, March 31, 2023, 9:00 - 11:45 PM Admission: Free The Phlegar Hill band plays a variety of music and crosses many genres and is based in Floyd, VA. NOTE: Due to Virginia Tech Women's Basketball playing in the Final Four on Friday at 7:00 PM, the concert will start after the game. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=686142
4. 2023 Annual Bob and Sue Duncan Memorial 5K Virginia Tech Cross Country Course, Blacksburg Saturday, April 1, 2023, 9:00 AM - 1:00 PM Participants Ages 13 & Up: $25.00, Participants Ages 12 & Under: $10.00, College Students: $20.00, Canines: $5.00 The Virginia-Maryland College of Veterinary Medicine (VMCVM) and the VMCVM Student Chapter of the American College Of Veterinary Pathologists present the 16th Annual Bob and Sue Duncan Memorial 5K to honor Bob Duncan, a beloved veterinary college professor who passed away in May of 2007 and his wife who passed away this past October. Both walkers and runners are welcome. Leashed dogs are welcome too with a proof of rabies vaccination and signed waiver required. Following the 5k, participants can enjoy raffles, music, freebies, lawn games and food trucks at the Veterinary Medicine Instruction Addition. The entire run will be on the Virginia Tech Cross Country Course. Water will be available at the finish and at the halfway marker. T-shirts are guaranteed for those who register by March 24th. For those who register after, shirts will be available on a first come, first serve basis. All profits from the race benefit the Bob Duncan Memorial Diagnostic Veterinary Pathology Scholarship which awards a fourth-year veterinary student for a commitment and zeal for diagnostic veterinary pathology. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685940
5. 2023 NRV Home Expo Christiansburg Recreation Center, Christiansburg Saturday, April 1, 2023, 9:00 AM - 5:00 PM and Sunday, April 2, 2023, 12:00 - 5:00 PM Early Bird Tickets: $5.00, Day Of Tickets: $7.00, Children under 18: Free when accompanied by paying adult The New River Valley Home Builders Association has put all your home care needs into one convenient location. This is the place to be if you are looking to: Build a new home, Remodel your current home, Find your mortgage lender, Meet service providers to help you with your current project list and more. The floor will be full of local, trusted professionals who are available to answer your home care questions, provide you reliable resources and quick quotes, as well as show you samples of their skills and services. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=680019
6. 2023 Spring Craft Show Auburn High School, Riner Saturday, April 1, 2023, 9:00 AM - 2:00 PM Admission: Free The Riner Volunteer Fire Department Ladies Auxiliary presents their 5th Annual Spring Craft Show. Find unique gifts for that special someone or something for yourself. Vendors include wood working, crocheting, sewing, essential oils, jewelry, glass work, wreaths, food, direct sales and more. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=684665
7. Historic Smithield Opening Day 2023 Historic Smithfield, Blacksburg Saturday, April 1, 2023, 10:00 AM - 3:00 PM Adults: $8.00, AAA, Military, Seniors (55+): $7.00, Virginia Tech Students: $5.00, Children (Over 12): $5.00 Kids (6-12): $3.00, Kids (5 & Under): Free Join Historic Smithfield to welcome the first day of their 2023 Visit Season. Tour the Manor House, site and outbuildings, engage with our knowledgeable interpreters. Onsite you can watch blacksmithing demos and living history presentations. Join them for a presentation at 11:00 AM from author Heather Cole and her book "At Home with the Virginia Presidents". The book is an engaging armchair travel talk about the eight Virginia-born presidents and the sites that shaped their lives. Attendees will learn a bit about the presidents’ lives, take a peek inside their homes and get ideas for their next history road trip. Heather Cole's book will be available for purchase in the Museum Store. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685719
8. 2023 Easter Egg Hunt for All Ages The Crafter's Corner, Christiansburg Saturday, April 1, 2023, 10:00 AM - 4:00 PM Admission: Free The Crafter's Corner presents their 1st Annual Easter Egg Hunt. Eggs will be hidden all throughout the store for anyone to try to find. And, make time to meet the Yzma-Bunny and take a picture with her. This event is for all ages, but some eggs will be more difficult to find. The event will go on all day until eggs run out so this is first come, first serve event. Eggs will contain different things such as candy, small free items, discounts and there will be one Grand Prize Egg. No purchase necessary, however if you find a discount egg you might want to use it. Countryman Jamaican Grill food truck will be onsite for food sales from 10:00 AM - 1:00 PM so bring your appetite. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=686152
9. Yoga on Tap Long Way Brewing, Radford Saturday, April 1, 2023, 11:00 AM - 12:00 PM Admission: $15.00 Join Big Body Yoga at Long Way Brewing for no-experience-necessary yoga classes every other Saturday on Long Way's outdoor patio. Expect an upbeat playlist, laid back atmosphere and all-levels yoga class followed by a fresh cold beer. A ticket to the event covers the yoga class and your beer after. Be sure to pre-register for each class you plan to attend. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=684784
10. College Softball: #13 Duke vs. #12 Virginia Tech Tech Softball Park, Virginia Tech Saturday, April 1, 2023, 12:00 PM, Sunday, April 2, 2023, 12:00 PM and 2:00 PM (Doubleheader) Admission: Free Watch the #12 Virginia Tech Softball team compete against ACC conference opponent #13 Duke in a top 15 match-up and three game series. No tickets are required for Hokie Softball games. Parking is available behind the outfield at Tech Softball Park and enter along the right field side of the stadium. Stands open one hour prior to the start of the game. UPDATE: Due to the inclement weather, the three game series schedule has been updated from the original schedule. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685862
11. JH Bards 2nd Anniversary Celebration J.H Bards Spirit Co., Radford Saturday, April 1, 2023, 12:00 - 8:00 PM Admission: Free Enjoy the release of their Spring Cocktail Menu from noon until 8:00 PM with the Bluegrass BBQ Food Truck serving from 1:00 PM until 7:00 PM. And, Jen Bertiaux will be hosting their first ever no covers Open Mike from 4:30 PM until 6:30 PM. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685906
12. 2023 Mercedes Cup: UVA vs Virginia Tech Polo Match Alphin-Stuart Arena, Virginia Tech Saturday, April 1, 2023, 12:00 - 5:00 PM Admission: $5.00 The Polo Club at Virginia Tech presents the Annual Mercedes Cup featuring a polo match with Virginia Tech hosting the University of Virginia. After a three year hiatus, the Mercedes Cup is back in-person. There will also be a wine tasting, food served by Block & Bridle, a silent auction (ending at 4:00 PM), vendors and fun halftime events. All are welcome. All profits goes towards care for the Club's horses and the equipment to play. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=686156
13. Free Drive-Thru Lunch with Grilled Cheese and Homemade Vegetable Soup Park United Methodist Church, Christiansburg Saturday, April 1, 2023, 12:00 - 2:00 PM Admission: Free Enjoy a homemade lunch consisting of Vegetable Soup, Grilled Cheese Sandwich and Dessert which will be prepared and packaged for carry-out and delivered to you in your vehicle while supplies last. There is no charge, however donations will be graciously be accepted for local neighborhood missions. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=696157
14. Above The Fray and Triquetra in Concert Buffalo Mountain Brewery, Floyd Saturday, April 1, 2023, 1:00 - 4:00 PM (Above The Fray) and 6:00 - 9:00 PM (Triquetra) Admission: Free Enjoy two concerts on Saturday. Above The Fray is a Virginia band that performs blues, old rock and Americana. Triquetra Band is a new take on a classic jazz ensemble featuring multi-passionate, multi-instrumentalists with a strong penchant for music that moves the listener both gracefully and intelligently. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685836
15. Mike Gangloff, Solar Hex, Gina & Jason Dilg in Concert Rising Silo Farm Brewery, Blacksburg Saturday, April 1, 2023, 6:00 - 9:00 PM Admission: Free Fiddlers Mike Gangloff and Gina Dilg, cellist Kaily Schenker (Solar Hex) and Banjoist Jason Dilg present an evening of music traditional and less so. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=684806
16. Wayne Henderson & Friends in Concert Floyd Country Store, Floyd Saturday, April 1, 2023, 7:00 - 10:00 PM General Admission: $25.00, Reserved Seating: $30.00 Wayne Henderson is a musical legend known worldwide for both his lightening fast "pinch picking" guitar style and the beautiful guitars, mandolins, and banjos he crafts in his shop in Rugby, Virginia. His guitar playing has also been enjoyed at Carnegie Hall, in three national tours of Masters of the Steel-String Guitar, and in seven nations in Asia. In addition to his reputation as a guitarist, Henderson is a luthier of great renown. He is a recipient of a 1995 National Heritage Award presented by the National Endowment for the Arts. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685929
17. Lucy the Spy and Tripolar Express in Concert XYZ Art Gallery, Blacksburg Saturday, April 1, 2023, 7:00 - 10:00 PM Admission: $5.00 XYZ Art Gallery presents a concert with Tripolar Express opening for Lucy the Spy. Lucy the Spy is an indie rock band from Roanoke, VA. Tripolar Express is a garage rock and grunge band based in Blacksburg, VA. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=696148
18. Naturally Sharp Spring Concert: Natman, The Sharp Knight Rises Haymarket Theater (Squires Student Center), Virginia Tech Saturday, April 1, 2023, 7:00 - 8:30 PM Preorder Tickets: $7.00, At the Door: $10.00 Naturally Sharp presents their Spring Concert titled "Natman, The Sharp Knight Rises". Join the caped crusader, the boy wonder, and Virginia Tech's best dressed a cappella group as they tackle the greatest supervillains of all time. Founded in 2002, Naturally Sharp is Virginia Tech's premiere all male a cappella group. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=686155
19. Brad Heller and The Fustics Camp Culture in Concert Dogtown Roadhouse, Floyd Saturday, April 1, 2023, 8:00 - 11:00 PM Admission: $8.00 Hailing from Wilmington, North Carolina, The Fustics continue to expand their audience throughout the East Coast with spirited live shows, and acclaimed studio releases. Blending an array of musical genres into their own distinctive style, the band has evolved from humble acoustic beginnings to a high-energy touring outfit. Incorporating a slab of blues, gallons of folk, a pint of punk, and a hint of country within their blue-collar rock, The Fustics have increased their base through radio, the internet, print media, and a heavy touring schedule. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=686150
20. 2023 Sinkland Farms Easter Eggs-Travaganza Sinkland Farms, Riner Sunday, April 2, 2023, 11:00 AM - 5:00 PM General Public: $10.00 Seniors, Military & First Responders: $9.00, Babies 23 months and Under: Free UPDATE: Due to the weather forecast of rain and high-gusty winds, Sinkland will not open on Saturday as planned and just open on Sunday. Sinkland Farms presents their first Easter Eggs-Travaganza with Easter Egg Hunts for ages 2-10 groups by age starting at noon and visit from the Easter Bunny. Enjoy baby farm animals, Kidz-Zone playground, special kid’s activities, and face painting. Join the Music Sing-along with musician Leslie Brooks (performing at 1:30 PM and 3:00 PM daily), Kid’s Karaoke, and Story Time at 11:30 AM! Dress-up for the Princess and Superhero Parade at 2:30 PM with prizes. Parents can listen to music, explore Arts & Crafts vendors, enjoy beer, wine, food trucks and more. Remember to bring your baskets. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685257
21. Sip-N-Stitch: Italy Blacksburg Wine Lab, Blacksburg Sunday, April 2, 2023, 1:00 - 3:00 PM Admission: $35.00 Blacksburg Wine Lab continues their Sip-N-Stitch series featuring Italy. Your ticket includes a tasting of three Italian Wines, a selection of house made dips with crackers & pita to snack on and a yarn tasting featuring Italian Yarn, along with several pattern suggestions for knit and crochet from New River Art & Fiber. Bring your work in progress and enjoy great company while trying new wines. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685386
22. Virginia Vineyard Month JBR Vineyards LLC, Pearisburg Sunday, April 2, 2023, 1:00 - 5:00 PM Admission: Free Wine Tasting: $5.00, Glasses of Wine: $5.00, Bottles Range from $10.00-$25.00 Start Virginia Vineyard month by tasting wines rarely grown in Virginia with our Pinot Noir and Riesling. Picnics, kids, and dogs welcome. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685911
23. Virginia Tech Flute Studio and Flute Choir Squires Recital Salon, Blacksburg Sunday, April 2, 2023, 3:00 - 4:30 PM Admission: Free Start Virginia Vineyard month by tasting wines rarely grown in Virginia with our Pinot Noir and Riesling. Picnics, kids, and dogs welcome. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=686148
24. Award-Winning Wine Pairing Dinner The Bad Apple, Pembroke Sunday, April 2, 2023, 5:00 - 8:00 PM Admission: $85.00 A Governor’s Cup winning winemaker brings gold medal wines to pair with six delicious courses at The Bad Apple. Live music will be provided by the Mood Swing Duo. Tickets include all taxes and gratuities. Reservations are required. Link: http://www.nextthreedays.com/FeaturedEventDetails.cfm?E=685925

Have a great weekend and thanks for reading! Go Hokies!
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2023.03.31 18:55 These_Difference_169 Worms In My Dead Dad

To start off I will say that I love my dad. He was a great man and the brutality of the accident that took his life will not leave me until I am dead as well. He died too young. His loss causes a-lot of grief within my family. The accident took place 6 months ago and he hasn’t been in any of my dreams since. Last night he was.
I am 23 years old. I had a good relationship with my Dad. He was a Combat Vet and served in the Marine Corps. I looked up to him and his lifestyle and made the decision to join as well. 6th generation in a row to do so. When I got out our bond was even stronger. His death blind sided my family and I’ve been struggling. In 2022 I lost a lot of friends from the service and parts of my family. 10 in total for that year. I’ve dreamt of them. Only last night was HE present in my dream. I’ve currently started applying 21mg Nicotine patches to help me quit smoking as part of my journey to better myself. I heard they’d give you weird dreams sometimes but this was hard. The dream started out with me being released from prison. And going to live with my parents. This was a very long dream. So long in fact I had no idea that it was a dream. I remember being with them for awhile and enjoying the company of the family I was blessed to have. We had barbecued and the whole family was there. My brother, sister, mom, and dad. The day was coming to a close and me and my dad were sitting on the couch talking about our time in service. It all came back in an instant. I turned to him and took in for a moment what seemed to be my dad. The one I hadn’t seen in months and missed dearly. But all I felt was fear. If he was dead who was on the couch with me. I cut him off mid sentence and said “Who are you?” He promptly responded with a confused “What?” “You’re dead. I saw it.” He was confused and asked what I was talking about. At this point I was overwhelmed. I knew I had to be dreaming, but 9 times out of 10 when I find out that I am, I wake up. I was still there. I began to shout at him, asking him who or what he was. My dad was a Follower of Christ. Not the fake and condemning, but the one with a heart for people and to serve those who needed it. I have 100% certainty that if there is a heaven He is there. So seeing him here could only mean something bad. We’ve all seen Pet Sematary. I had already stood up and taken a few steps back. We were shouting back and forth; he was confused, I was angry and scared. He stood up and encroached upon me, his confused and concerned demeanor took on more distressed undertones. His eyes were wide and bloodshot as he moved closer. He was mere feet away and my heart was beating through my chest. Do I hit him? He’s my dad but that is not my dad. My mind was racing and weighing my options all while we moved into the direction of a wall. I had to be dreaming. When I was a teenager, I had a very substantial amount of nightmares. It pulled me into a depression. I realized that if I could kill myself in my dream, I would wake up. I committed some very horrible suicides to escape at times. But this was different. I couldn’t do it. I just put my hand over my ears and begged for the dream to end. I am already forced to relive less than desirable parts of my life when I am awake and now my deceased dad is here in front of me. I was almost thankful that I had never dreamed of him. I hated seeing my lost friends, I knew seeing him in my dreams would hurt me. My back hit the wall and He put his hands on my cheeks and stared into my eyes. His face was now completely desperate, but his eyes conveyed hate. “I Promise you, I am not dead.” He said, his voice was shakey and his hands were cool. “I was the one who found him. We cremated him.” I replied, my voice equally as shaken. It was then that I felt something cold and wet move across my cheeks. I was paralyzed. Everything about that moment, his eyes, his hands, his expression, the cold writhe of the unknown things moving closer to my mouth and nose, the ceiling fan and the creaking sound it made when he turned it up to max speed because it was “frickin warm in here”. They are all still here with me as I type this. I hit him across the face as hard as I could. I right hook connecting cleanly with his temple. Something I had never done in real life. Something I would never do. I could never strike him and never in my life was there a reason to; but I hit him like I was trying to kill him. He stumbled and I saw the white hair like worms that squirmed from the open wounds on his wrists. I bolted. I didn’t want to fight whatever it was I wanted to kill it. I needed to get my family out of the house first. I shouted throughout the house running into the kitchen to find my brother. He looked at me, mouth full of chips, his brow was furrowed with concern. I’m sure he had heard some of the commotion from before but now I had him by his shirt collar urging him to run. Practically dragging him out of the garage door. I told him to get in his truck and wait until I brought Mom and our sister. “What the fuck!” He shouted his expression going from confusion and fear to full blown horror. I spun around to face the house, we were a good 70 ft away from the house because of our long drive way. The creature was moving at a leisurely walking speed. It still looked like him only the long white worms protruding from his wrists were wrapped around his hunting bow. He drew back on me and my brother. I tried to open the door for both some form of protection and to get him in it. It was still locked. The quick THWIP of the arrows release was all I heard before a broadhead ripped through my wrist. I let out a short shout before grabbing and squeezing the wound. The creature was getting closer, prepping another arrow. At this point my brother had grabbed me and shoved me in the passenger seat. I didn’t even realize he had unlocked it. My eyes were too focused on him. I hadn’t seen him move or be animated or speak in so long. Even seeing him shoot his bow, although directed at me, sank my heart to darker and colder depths. He hopped in the driver seat, started the truck, and began pulling out fast. “What are you doing?! Mom and Sarah-“ I was cut off by him slamming on his breaks and pointing at my wrist. I looked and saw that the bleeding wasn’t very bad. Which is not right because a broadhead just gone through it. I move my hand to see the white worms mending my wound. They were inside of me too. I don’t know if they were on the tip of the broadhead or in me the whole time but after that everything gets fuzzy. I don’t remember much afterwards.
Fuckin’ nicotine patches man.
TLDR my dead dad was being mimicked by some weird worms and it fucked me up but also the worms were in me.
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