Nancy_Weaver

~THE GOTHIC MEDIUM~

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"You think I look strange and mysterious? Darling, you have no idea just how right you are. There are skeletons in my closet ya'know.....and i can always squeeze in one more about your size!"

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Name:Nancy Weaver

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Size: 5 ft. 11

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color:Hazel

Appearance:Top heavy, thick thighed and Wide hipped which you can thank her eating habits for~

Bust Size: 34 F

Occupation:Freelance Spiritual Medium

Role: Switch leaning towards pred 70/30

Sexuality: Bisexual

Disposition:Nancy, or Nance to her friends, is an odd one. the goth girl is pleasant enough when on her good side although its clear she has skeletons in her closet, possibly quite literally in fact. There are several trophies from past encounters she holds onto for sentimental value.


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~The Special gift~

A storm was rolling in, made clear by the dark, thick clouds rapidly filling the sky and the distant rumbling of thunder echoing a few miles away. The odd flash of lightning brightened the sky for a split second before fading. It seemed as if it was going to be a a pretty standard Monday Morning.....but the panicked voice of a woman seemed to say otherwise.

A rather petite woman, who seemed to be in their mid forties, anxiously ran a hand through her wavy red hair as she paced back and forth on her doorstep, the urgency of her situation was made apparent as she slightly bounced from bare foot to bare foot. It was obvious she was waiting for someone and the panic in her voice was a clear testament to that.

“Come on Come on, I phoned you twenty minutes ago. Where the hell are you?!” The woman's voice was shallow but agitated and she continued to pace and rub her hands as the steady breeze of the storm started to blow her hair and small frame. Dressed in just a basic set of pyjama's, both the tank top and long bottoms a faded purple, the woman was clearly not in the right frame of mind to think about grabbing a jacket but as a rumble of a powerful engine down the road echoed suddenly she no longer cared about the storm and instead focused on the cherry red motorbike as it approached.

Atop the bike sat a figure clad in leather with an accompanying helmet and a tinted visor and it wasn't until the bike began to slow and stop just short of the redheads home that it was revealed that the rider was also a woman, obviously taller with a figure that filled out the leather rather well. With the kickstand made ready the leather clad woman clambered off the bike and with a light THUD THUD THUD of her heavy boots walked up the drive of the redheads home and directly towards the petite woman.

The redhead, no less agitated, was quick to comment.

“It took you long enough, I want to know where my daughter is before that storm breaks, I can't bear to think of her out in this weather” The tone was rather sharp but the leather clad woman seemed unphased, her only action being to lift her tinted visor and stare down at the redhead. Two sets of blue eyes connected, one much more piercing that the other. The redhead eventually backed down and changed her tone.

“Please, I know I'm clutching straws contacting you but she's been missing two days and I just want her back” The tone was almost pitiful now, a mother's love for her daughter evident in the pitch.

The leather clad woman nodded slightly before she pulled the helmet from her head and placed it on the porch, flicking a few strands of black hair from her eyes the woman rubbed her pale skin and licked at the curve of her plump pink lips for a moment, the unmistakable shimmer of a tongue stud appeared for a split second before disappearing into her mouth once again.

For a moment the Gothic styled woman did nothing spare look at the redhead and her house, she seemed to be pretty focused on the upstairs window for a moment as if she could see something before her focus abruptly changed to the house next door. Again she stared for a brief moment before her focus returned to the red haired mother. Finally she spoke.

“I'm guessing your daughter and the neighbour's daughter don't get on too well huh?” The mother was about to say something but before she could the Goth chick was already making her way towards the neighbouring house and so the redhead shuffled behind unsure of what was happening.

There was a loud THUD as the woman clad in leather hit her hand against the door, with no swift answer she hit the door again with another THUD echoing. Finally a faint voice echoed from the other side, another woman's voice, this time younger.

“Go away please, I...I don't feel too good today” A tone of anxiety once again, it seemed common in the street.

The Gothic chick turned for a moment to look at the red haired mother before her focus turned to her other side strangely as if someone was standing beside her. Suddenly she reached for the door handle and turned it, when the door refused to budge the biker raised a heavy foot and slammed it against the oak wood, once twice and then a third time. The door swung open to reveal a blonde girl in her early twenties laying on her back after being caught by the door. There was a faint groan as the blonde squirmed on the floor clearly dazed by the impact.

The biker stepped inside and moved to the blonde's side, the redhead remained at the door unsure of what to say.

“Wh....what are you doing? You're supposed to be looking for my daughter, not breaking into my neighbours house!! She's clearly not here and leave that poor girl alone!!” The mother was awash with a variety of emotions and one was clearly anger, but that was soon about to change.

The biker chick kneeled beside the blonde, who had up to that point been covered by a particularly large hoodie which masked her body, and gripped the bottom of the sweater. In one swift move she pulled it upwards from the blonde's body and a rather loud gasp slipped from the red haired mother's mouth. It was evident that the blonde was naked under the hoodie but that wasn't what was surprising, it was the rather large swell of her stomach that was the surprise, and the evident impression of a feminine figure curled up and pressed against the stomach wall.

A petite feminine figure as well, like mother like daughter.

It was now obvious where the redheads daughter had gone, she hadn't run away or gotten lost, she was only next door.....but it didn't exactly help the mother's situation upon seeing her daughter's imprint pressing against the blonde's stomach lining.

“Oh no, my baby. How could you do this Jessica?!”

The blonde, now known as Jessica, groggily sat up and attempted to pull her hoodie down, something the biker chick didn't allow. Jessica's shuffling caused her belly to gurgle suddenly and from the blonde's lips escaped a wheezy BELCH which she tried to stifle but failed.

“I dunno, it kind of just happened. Milly came over asking to borrow a couple of movies to watch while everyone was riding the storm out and …..well I was hungry” Jessica slapped her belly lightly causing it to jiggle and considering that it wobbled only slightly it was evident Milly was beyond saving. “She tasted nice if that counts for anything”

The red haired mother slowly entered the house and arched forward to place a hand on Jessica's belly, giving it a light rub she backed away and let the house. “I'll be talking to your mother about this Jessica, you mark my words.” With that said the mother turned away and returned to her own porch. The biker chick looked at Jessica for a moment and smiled, it was a little unnerving and that was clearly the point. Releasing the hoodie and the blonde the biker also left and returned to the porch, grabbing her helmet she looked at the upset mother and for a moment thought about comforting her, instead she asked for what was owed.

“Well, I know it's not what you wanted but I found your daughter......I think it's time for my payment” There was a rather swift glare from the older woman who disappeared for a moment only to reappear with a few hundred dollar bills that were rather quickly deposited into the leather clad woman's hand.

“Thanks a lot” the red haired mother said it with a clear sense of disgust before closing the door with a slam.

Sighing the biker chick turned around and spoke to herself. “Your welcome, if you ever need help finding loved ones again don't hesitate to contact Nancy Weaver, missing persons Locater...or better yet get screwed”

Grumbling Nancy shoved the bills into her pocket and moved back towards her bike, flicking one leg over she turned the key and prepared to put her helmet on. Before that however she noticed that Jessica reappeared and was walking towards her.

“sorry Blondie, if you want to duke it out i'm not in the mood. You got caught fair and square this time” The blonde in response rose her hands and shook her head.

“No no no, I don't want to fight. I just want to know.....how did you figure it out? How did you know I ate Milly? I was so careful covering my tracks” Jessica bounced her belly lightly. “I lured her in, deleted the texts, got rid of her clothes, did it just when my parents were away and right before the holidays when there was no one else around, I was gonna just chill,digest during the storm and turn this readhead into some nice tit fat.....and you still found out. How?”

Nancy chuckled lightly before slipping her helmet on, flipping the visor up she looked at the blonde again, or more importantly at a wispy figure of a petite redhead beside her. A figure that looked particularly annoyed as well.

“Oh darling it's easy, I see digested people”

With that said Nancy flipped her visor down and revved the engine before she disappeared down the road leaving Jessica standing there squishing her belly and groping one of her breasts while the ghostly form of Milly staring at her with daggery eyes faded with the wind.

It wasn't a standard Monday after all....




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As you might have guessed, Nancy is a bit of an oddity. yep, she can see ghosts........or at least the ghosts of unlucky snacks that have been devoured and digested.This lets her communicate with the other side and even her own past meals as well. the big question is......are you going to be just another of HER ghosts??!

There's only one way to find out ;)

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CURRENT GHOSTS(perma snacks)


none so far, you could be the first!♡