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RANDOM THING I MADE BC I NEED OPINIONS

okay so this is for my wattpad and i need opinions on it so give me your worst if necessary.

Name had deemed herself worthy of being a well known duke's daughter. But, she wasn't always like that. In fact in her past life, she was nothing but a disappoinment to her family.

All she could remember from her past life was that she was an abused child and that she had gone to sleep and woken up in this world.

It took her a while to realize that she was no longer in her time, but she realized it when her so-called "father" started mentioning the name "Agriche". This hit harder than a truck for her. This means she was in the 19+ harem manhwa world of Roxana.

"My lady, it is high time you wake up." The maid said, as she shook the girl from her sleep. The girl sheltered her eyes as another maid opened the curtains. "Lady Areum, please wake up dear. Your lord father awaits."

Of course he was. There was never a day when Duke Armani didn't await for his daughter. She groans as she sat up. Her maids stood lined up perfectly. Everything in this household was deemed to perfection. Not one of the servants fell behind and not one of the guards faltered from their works. If one was at least a second late to their duties, they would be executed or worse given to the Agriches for handling.

She was dressed in a gown, made of white silk and embedded with beautiful shiny gems of different shapes, which were colored using different varieties of blue.

It took the maids a few minutes to brush her hair until it shone. Then, her long grey hair was tied in a crown braid. She looked in the mirror as the maids finished with the final touches.

Areum Armani was truly a beautiful girl. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was so sure that she was probably not as pretty during her past life. Perhaps it came with being in the manhwa world. As a noble at that. Nobles and royals were always such beautiful people. She could recall so many manhwas where this was the case.

The maids bowed as she turned away from her reflection. "Is there a visitor today?" She asked the guard who had just recently turned into her personal guard.

The guard shook his head. "No, my lady, but your father has been asked to join Duke Agriche for tea, and he wishes that you will join."

She froze at that. Lant Agriche didn't have the greatest reputation. He was known to be ruthless, cold and murderous. The entire family's reputation revolved around crimes.

She nods. "Very well. Is my father still waiting?" She hoped he had eaten and left already, but this time luck was not on her side.

"No, Lady Areum. He still awaits your presence."

Then she was escorted to the dining area, where her father as well as her siblings sat.

Duke Armani sat at the head of the table. His cold purple eyes made contact with her own as he seemed to be furious for her late arrival. "Sit." He commanded as she sat next to her brother, who seemed very uninterested on whether or not she was late.

The family started eating, silence ruling the room. The only sounds were the sounds of the utensils.

She felt the cold eyes of her own father steadily looked at her. She felt exposed, as if he was staring directly at her soul.

"I assume you've been told about our rendezvous at the Agriche estate?" Duke Armani said, no one needed to ask who he was talking to because everyone knew the person who he always picked in these visits was Areum.

"I've been informed.." She answered hesitantly after a long pause of silence.

"Good. I thought I was going to have to kill another useless servant." He said. "Be ready in a few minutes. We will leave once the carriage gets here. I was informed that their son has returned from his mission. He had ought to keep you company." Her eyes looked up from her plate, seeing that the duke stared at her, smugly. He knew full well how she'd react to such monstrosity.

"Well, this shall be a different experience then." She cleared her throat. She worked hard not to let her father see that she was quite terrified.

After eating, she hurried to her room, taking her sun hat as well as one of her parasol..

When she came down, she found her father by the door. He looked at her structure, and nodded in approval.

They both went out of the door, to the beautiful courtyard. Filled with plants of all sorts. She noticed that a black and white carriage awaited to take them to her father's desired destination. As they approached the gates of the Armani estate, the guards bowed respectfully at the sight of Duke Armani. "May you safely return to us, my lord." The head guard murmured.

The duke didn't dare spare a glance at the low ranks.

She sighed and give them a small apologetic smile. She always felt sorry for those who tried so hard to impress the duke. If they only knew what he truly was in the inside, perhaps then they would never come to him looking for such praise that was too far-fetched to be given. Especially by a man who did not care for those underneath his rank.

The guards flushed, seeing that the beautiful Lady Areum had given them her charming smile.

"Wait." She looked at her father in question as he began walking away. She knew that he would need to inform the elders where he was heading.

The elders were the people who ordered everyone to do everything their way and all that annoying rituals. When her father came back, he said nothing just walked to the carriage, and went in it. That was not something surprising. Her father never talked about the elders. Most likely because he hated them to a great amount. There was nothing more that Duke Armani wanted than a "mysterious" murder case of all the elders.

The trip to the Agriche estate was quiet, and she was pleased to know that it was.

It had always annoyed her when her father continuously pushed on with conversations on marriage and finances.

As if SHE was the one who took the family coffers for her expenses, when it was known that her oldest brother was. Not only did he take the family's money as limitless, he also invited countless women to the house like it was his and not entire family's.

It pissed her off to know that her brother doesn't hold accountable for his actions and that she was the one to blame for his disgusting actions.

Then, again at least she was not the star of the house. She hated being the center of attention. She got it anyway for the fact that she was the Duke's daughter was enough to make ladies and lords of court to flaunt over her like birds finding crumbs to eat. That was alright for her at the very least. What she didn't like was when an Agriche tried grabbing her attention using unnecessary actions. By Agriche, she meant the eldest son of Lant Agriche.

Fontaine Agriche was a foul man to say the least. One who tried effortless risks to get her to notice him. He was a disgusting filth. His face was unbearable to look at. For some reason alk the Agriches looked enchanting except this man. Much to her delight he was off doing work for his father so she only had to deal with one specific Agriche. Dion himself.

"Welcome, Duke Armani. I trust you're doing well?" Lant Agriche greeted them without much emotion, but there was a welcoming tone in his voice towards the Duke of the Armanis.

"Indeed, I presume you have to." Her father seemed less tense and more at ease towards the older man.

"I've been worse." Lant said with a shrug, eyeing herself he then exclaimed. "So you've actually brought the daughter once more. Good to see you, Lady Areum. It has been a while."

She simply nodded before bowing as courtesy was needed towards nobles. "I suppose it has, my lord. I was quite grateful for your invitation. I shall see to it that I am no distraction from your needed to be discussed affairs with my lord father." Who knew it was this hard to be a noble-?! She composed herself as she straightened back up.

Lant Agriche simply gave a nod of approval. "I would call for my son, but as you know he's off in a battle." His eyes seemed to gleam with pride at that statement.

"It's alright truly. I shall take a walk in the garden." She declared wanting to leave these men alone to flaunt at each other instead of getting distracted over her 'safety'. "You may ask a guard to fetch for me when you're done, Father." She smiled with a bit of hesitation. Duke Armani seemed to not care and just chattered on with Duke Agriche.

Positioning herself under a tree, she pulled out a book she had taken. Flipping a couple of pages, she realized much to her annoyance that this book was one of the countless books her father had lend her to study as if it would change her mind. Cursing in a high volume she flipped through the pages and found something of peak interest before she could read though someone suddenly gave her a fright.

"Isn't cursing unladylike, Areum?" She looked up to see a male standing in front of her.

Dion Agriche.

"And if it is?" She snapped back at him with a hint of annoyance. "I don't think you should be the one courting me of what's ladylike and what isn't." Dion hummed in response.

"I suppose so, but I think you'd rather I do it than your father." He was right. That dumb bastard was right about that.

"..." "No words?" Dion chuckled as he sat next to her, peering to see what she was reading. "A book about marriage? Looks boring." The book was then taken from her hand.

"Hey—!" "I doubt you even want to read this sh*t my lady." A frown worked its way on her lips as he just watched with amusement.

"What do you suppose we do then?" She knew she shouldn't have said those words because the idiot had a smirk on his face.

"I think you know." Those crimson eyes gleamed with delight.

#manhwa #manhwa x reader #dion agriche #dion x reader #dion agrece #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #self insert #❀ – 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔥𝔴𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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mamamittens · 2 years

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Bite Me (I Will) +18

Day #5 of Spooktober!

Fandom: One Piece (Regency-ish AU – Look, I’m not a historian, consider this like… Romance Novel Regency Era)

AO3 link ;)

Ship: Vampire!CrocodileXF!Reader

Warnings: blood kink/play, biting, breath play, oral sex, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, unsafe sex, dom/sub undertone (That probably turned into overtones, my bad), overstimulation, aphrodisiac, begging, and light somnophilia implied (reader wakes up to oral). Oh! And implied future corruption kink and sex in a church (threat or a promise, you decide).

Word Count: 5,029

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Perhaps the illustrious ballroom would be more impressive if you hadn’t seen at least a dozen just as opulent in the past three months. This season had been particularly busy compared to the past few years, though you aren’t sure why exactly. Well, actually, you do know why. But the probable reason was ridiculous enough you refused to acknowledge it out loud or even in your head.

See… it might be your fault. Sort of.

You fiddled a little with the black lace sleeve of your dress. The height of fashion and just a bit ahead, the dark red dress was bold against the white marble and golden hallway. Tucked in close to your chest with a corset with layers of fabric that fanned out around you, you were quire fond of the design. Elegant and just a little spicy with the lacy cover that prevented a clear view of your breasts. Many men had given you’re a second glance tonight… it was a shame your thoughts rested with none of them at all.

No, you were thinking of only one man. And the source of your busy dance schedule this season.

It started late last season when the illusive and reclusive Earl of Alabasta, Lord Crocodile, finally deigned to appear at the party of a Duchess. Presumably as a favor of some kind since he was famous for refusing any invites to all functions not directly related to his duties or business obligations. The man cut quite the figure among a group of tittering young ladies vying for his attention. Suit immaculately tailored with crisp lines in a color so dark you were only somewhat sure it wasn’t actually black. It contrasted greatly with his famous gold hook—which he received in an incident many years back that the rumor mill still could not pin down to this day. Dark hair slicked back as he stared, bored as shit, with a fat cigar clenched between his teeth and a thin scar stretching over his nose and cheeks in a seamless line.

The man looked so sullen to be there you decided it wouldn’t hurt to bring him some wine. Hopefully getting a little tipsy would improve his night. He seemed appreciative at the time, eagerly accepting the glass and excusing himself to the balcony area—much to the disappointment of the hopeful young ladies that gave you sharp glances for the interruption. If Lord Crocodile had been looking for a wife, it would be the talk of the city. So their time would honestly be better spent looking elsewhere. You, at least, were quite happy without a husband. Your fortune firmly your own and no family close enough to have a say in the matter, you were free to do as you pleased with no plans to change that.

Naturally, you were quite surprised when Lord Crocodile asked you to join him in a waltz not an hour later, wine and cigar free. There was a slightly awkward pause as you took in his request—and another when you tried to puzzle out how to hold his hook. But, thankfully, Lord Crocodile found your hesitance amusing rather than insulting.

“Grip the base, if you must, my lady.” Lord Crocodile suggested with a sly smirk. You huffed, startled as your face heated up for a moment before wrapping your hand around the base of his golden hook. You stared up at him with narrowed eyes, tipping your chin up with your own smile.

“I suppose it will have to do, so long as you don’t falter in this dance, Lord Crocodile.” You challenged. His smirk fell for a second before growing back with an arched, smug brow.

“Oh, I’m sure I won’t disappoint, my lady.” The Earl suggested before sweeping you onto the dance floor. Despite his famous shut-in ways, the waltz was precise and breathtaking. Lord Crocodile never failing to dip, swing, and lead you around the floor in time with the music. His height actually proved to be more of a challenge than his hook, leading you to stare firmly at the buttons of his jacket or demurely glance up through your lashes.

When the orchestra finally ended, you were almost breathless and giddy. It had been ages since you’d danced like that. Still, you could hardly allow the smug bastard to win completely.

“It appears you are quite… adequate of a dance partner, my lord.” You laughed, attempting to step back, but his grip on your waist didn’t falter.

Lord Crocodile slowly removed his hand and stepped back. Pulling his hook, and your hand still firmly gripping the warm metal, to his lips as he bowed. His lips brushed your gloved knuckles softly, breath seeping into the fabric as he chuckled.

“As are you, my lady… perhaps I shall have to find you on the dance floor again?” he suggested lightly with burning eyes. Shocked at his forwardness, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Perhaps.” You acquiesced.

Ever since then he’s danced with you at every ball at least once. Each time with vague innuendo that you coyly responded to without addressing the lewdness of his phrasing because unlike him, you were raised better than that. Incorrigible bastard that he is.

This ball was the same as the others in the end. Glittery finery abound, eager young ladies seeking a husband, gossiping old ladies on the sidelines, and him. Striding across the room to ask for a dance he knew you would accept. Still immaculately dressed and cocky as ever, you had half a mind to turn him down despite the improperness of such a request just to wipe the smug look off his face. And then, for once, there was a break in routine.

A handsome young man cut in front of you.

Eager and bold, he asked for your hand in a dance and too surprised to turn him down, you agreed.

He wasn’t… a terrible dancer. Though you once teased Lord Crocodile of being ‘adequate’, you grudgingly admitted that this young man fit far better than the Earl. A bit too unsteady, hands just shy of improper and loose, you couldn’t quite lose yourself in the waltz. He also used far too much cologne, which was unfortunate since this particular waltz required you to keep close to the young man. You actually had enough room to think about how awkward it was going to be to ensure this young man never sought your hand for a dance again once the music wound down.

Thankfully, just like any other time in a dance, Lord Crocodile didn’t let you down.

Just before the young man—did he even give his name? How improper of him—could speak, a gold hook wrapped around your wrist and gave a slight tug. Shocked by his boldness, you nevertheless allowed Lord Crocodile to pull your hand up to be kissed.

“My apologies, my lady. I almost didn’t recognize you in such a lovely dress… I hope you still have the energy for one more dance?” Lord Crocodile asked coyly, dismissing the unfortunate young man with a glance. Though he sputtered, the young man left without comment. “You appear quite… unsatisfied with your previous partner’s performance.”

“And you believe you can rectify that?” You asked, just as coy. Lord Crocodile merely smiled and took your hand, sweeping you into a wide arch for a much more invigorating waltz.

“I haven’t left you wanting yet, have I?” Lord Crocodile asked, leading you flawlessly as you instinctively rested your hand just below his hook.

“What if you have left me wanting, my lord?” You tipped your head back with a sly grin. Lord Crocodile paused for a heartbeat before grinning.

“Then I’ll have to rectify that, won’t I, my lady?” Crocodile leaned down and whispered into your ear. You gasped, shocked and delighted in equal measure. A subdued cologne mixed with whiskey and ashes tickled your nose.

Flushed with heat and feeling unusually faint in your tight corset, you laughed.

“Oh, promises, promises my lord.” You tittered softly, “You should be more careful with your words. Someone might misconstrue them into something perverse.” A puff of warm air tickled your ear.

“No need to misconstrue anything if that’s exactly what I mean. You really do look ravishing in that dress, you know.” Crocodile whispered, “And I find myself compelled to your side with every dance.”

“Oh, I’d say you must tell every lady that, but it shocks me that you find your way to the dancefloor at all.” You teased, letting your dress flare in a spin Crocodile eagerly allowed.

“Perhaps I can’t stand to be called merely ‘adequate’, my lady.” Crocodile teased back as the song slowly drifted off. You were both on the edges of the dance floor now as he lead you to the back door where a few party goers were slipping out to enjoy the gardens. “If you’re not exhausted, I thought we could enjoy some fresh air?” he asked.

You smiled, nodding eagerly.

“The gardens sound quite nice, actually.” Of course, it wasn’t just the garden that you were both intending to enjoy. The air was crisp tonight outside of the ballroom. The rose bushes and flowers immaculately tended in clear paths that lead to a hedge maze. Pumpkin lanterns decorated the way and provided ample light further out.

As a gentleman should, Crocodile offered his arm for you to hold. Something you eagerly took advantage of, enjoying the warmth and firmness under your hands. The quiet walk was serene, interrupted only by the clack of your heels on the paved pathway and the sound of leaves brushing your dress as you walked by. Crocodile, a man you were beginning to suspect of incredible deviancy, lead an almost straight path to the maze. Where neither one of you could be seen from the outside.

You snorted, Crocodile giving you a sly glance. You merely batted your eyelashes and smiled.

“You’re a bold man, my lord.” Crocodile grinned, showing more teeth than you’d ever seen before. Sharp, too… unusually so.

“And to think this is only the start, my lady.”

“You promise?” You asked demurely, teasing him. Crocodile paused just after the first turn in the maze and leaned down to whisper against your temple.

“I’ll do much more than make promises for you, my lady. I’m a… man of action. Promises are sweet, pretty things meant to tempt you. And I intend to offer much more tangible delights in my seduction. If you think you can handle me.” You gasped, shocked as his breath curled around your hairline. Your heart raced and you loved it. “I want to hear you say it, my lady. I want more than just that pretty heart beating for me.”

“Oh? And what do you want to hear me say, my lord? That I enjoyed dancing with you? Greatly?” You pulled away from his arm and spun around, laughing as you walked back further into the maze. “That I find you quite scandalous and bold? And that I like that about you very much?” You challenged.

Crocodile narrowed his eyes dangerously and smirked, stalking forward as you tried to move backwards faster. You only managed a few dizzy turns before your back met a prickly wall of shrubbery.

A dead end. With Crocodile standing tall before you, his body coated in moonlight as he confidently walked closer to you. Until you had to bend you neck to look up at him. Cold, golden metal nipped at your chin as he tilted your head up more.

“Well, my lady, I think…” Crocodile leaned down until his lips ghosted over yours, whiskey and wine mixing between you both, “That was a very good start.” You smirked, reaching up to grasp at his tie.

“Right… you’re a man of action. I almost forgot.” You yanked on his tie hard, sending his lips crashing into yours. Bold and drunk on the illicitness of your actions, you swept your tongue between his teeth and hissed as something nicked you. Blood tainting the kiss as Crocodile groaned, cradling your head with one hand as he deepened your shared passion. Chasing your tongue with his own eagerly.

A soft, plaintive sound slipped out from you as you clutched his suit, answered by a sharp growl that vibrated on your lips. You laughed a little, reaching up to tug on his hair, peaking through your lashes to find his eyes bearing down on your hungrily. They seemed to glow red hot the longer his lips slid over yours, as though he was finally sating his desire and you were thrilled to be there for it. But unfortunately, you couldn’t lose yourself under his heady kiss forever.

You started to pull back when his hand slipped lower, thumb sliding over your throat and squeezing. You gasped, swallowing hard against the pressure as Crocodile growled, resuming the kiss with a harsh nip to your bottom lip. Your breath became labored under his attention, every inhale hard earned under his firm hand. Your eyes slid shut as you leaned into his chest, mewling as the motion briefly dislodged his hand and cool air rushed down your throat. He huffed softly, tongue slipping back further as he dropped the pretense and gripped the column of your throat.

Your heart throbbed, blood racing against his firm grip as you struggled to breath, dizzy. Suddenly, almost as fast as it started, Crocodile pulled back. His tongue slow to leave as lewd strings pulled and snapped with every heave of your chest. He panted, smirk evident as he took in your debauched state.

“I knew it.” He whispered, licking his lips. “You taste like divine perfection… We should stop. Shouldn’t we? You’d be utterly ruined if I gave into what your eyes promise here and now.” Still lightheaded, you laughed.

“I thought you didn’t like promises? And why would anyone need to know you take my breath away?” You giggled. Crocodile smirked.

“Well, neither one of us would have a choice when you start screaming.” You arched a brow.

“And you’d let me?” you challenged. Crocodile sucked in a harsh breath and scoffed.

“What a troublesome young lady, you are. So eager to throw it all away for a moment of pleasure.” Crocodile brushed his hook against your cheek and you leaned into it.

“Only a moment?” you scoffed back, “And here I thought you were a man of action, my lord.” He narrowed his eyes at your, light flashing unnaturally in their depths as he leaned over to whisper against your ear again.

“If you really are so eager for me, leave your window open tomorrow night.” You laughed, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

“Like naughty schoolchildren, my lord?” The smile Crocodile gave you, despite all his pretty words, promised something dark and dangerous.

“Oh, I’m so much worse than a randy young man could ever be.” You tipped your head up to smile at him.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Crocodile briefly softened then, brushing his thumb over your cheek and giving you a chaste kiss.

“I would never disappoint a lady.”

Naturally, you parted ways after that, barring the few moments you both took to set things in order. And you feigned a fever the next day, choosing instead to set out two glasses and a bottle of wine after the sun slipped over the horizon. As tempting as it was to dress up, you decided that there was no point in wasting any makeup or time prettying up your hair. Nor was there any need for a fancy dress.

Windows wide open to the night air, doors locked and staff dismissed clear across the estate, you poured yourself a glass. Your white nightgown was barely enough to stave off the chill in the air. The sheer white thigh high socks a last-minute addition once you realized it was only getting colder. And then you waited.

But not for long.

The sound was soft. Like satin brushing against your skin as a breeze swept through your room. The windows softly locking shut. Startled, you turned to find Crocodile there, elegantly dressed as always. Silently, you offered him a glass.

“How kind of you, but I’m afraid I desire something with more body.” Crocodile stalked across the room and tipped your chin back, “Are you sure you want this, my lady?” Crocodile asked.

Instead of replying, you set down your glass and pulled him close, licking his lips as he groaned in surprise.

“I thought you were a man of action?” You taunted him.

Crocodile was briefly shocked before he grinned, scooping you up into his arms and tossing you onto the bed. He parted his lips wide, showing off his teeth—so sharp in the light you gasped.

“Some would say that it’s debatable I’m a man at all.” Crocodile purred, “But if you’re still unafraid, you have my word that tonight will take your breath away.”

He deliberately hovered over you, bracing his hook on your bed as his hand squeezed your waist. You didn’t bother thinking too deeply on the matter. Questions could come later. You wanted him now.

You shoved your thigh against his burning erection.

“Feels like a man to me, Earl.” You breathed, “But maybe I need a closer inspection?” Crocodile allowed a satisfied grin to overtake his features as he roughly shoved off his clothes.

“Perhaps you do.” Crocodile declared, removing his buckle and releasing his cock. Proudly, he stepped back and grasped it in his hand. “Kneel. You wanted to inspect it, did you not?” Breathlessly, you slid off your bed to your knees. His dick inches from your face. You slipped your tongue over the weeping head and he groaned, hips thrusting forward instinctively.

“Certainly seem to taste like a man.” You whispered, slowly allowing the head to slide between your lips. His hand rested on your hair in a firm grip, pulling you in close.

“Hn. Better be sure. That’s it. Take it in deep.” Crocodile groaned, thrusting his hips forward to shove his cock down your throat. You swallowed hard, Crocodile snarling as he yanked your hair. “Hardly a lady right now, are you? Taking my cock so well, are you a whore? Certainly my whore now, aren’t you?” Crocodile growled, fucking your mouth in shallow motions. His dick made your jaw ache, the hot length thick and hard on your tongue. Long enough to dip down the back of your throat. Cold metal hooked around the back of your neck and forced you to bury your nose in his crotch.

A very unlady-like moan vibrated his cock, another stifled snarl slipping past his lips. Suddenly, he yanked your head off of him.

“If you want my seed, you have to earn it, my lady. Get on the bed. It’s time for your own inspection.” Crocodile demanded, “Do you taste like a lady?”

You scrambled back on the bed as he laughed at your eagerness. Teasingly, Crocodile ensure you laid down flat by running his hook up your body, the sharp tip brushing over your clothed thigh and breasts until he caught the collar. Then, with a harsh jerk, he cut it clean in half. You gasped, attempting not to arch your spine for his roaming hand as he cradled your breast. Pinching the delicate skin with a pleased hum.

Crocodile licked up your belly and nipped the underside of your breast, pressing his tongue hard into your skin until he found your nipple. Curling around the stiff peak, playing with your body, Crocodile suddenly opened his mouth wide and bit down. Fangs sinking in deep as you attempted to scream, the sound cut by his hand grasping your throat. It felt like fire spread through your veins as you shuddered, gasping for air as he sucked in greedily.

Drinking your blood like the finest wine. After only a few moments, Crocodile drew back with a bone-deep growl. His eyes were red, glowing in the subdued light of your room. Blood dripped down his lips as he licked them away. He ripped away the torn remnants of your nightgown.

“Mine. You taste like you’re mine.” Crocodile growled, launching forward to bully his tongue down your throat. He tasted like hot iron and desire as he ate away what little gasps of air you could manage. Your blood was still on fire as he shoved his hand between your soaked lips, teasing your clit as you squirmed. His fingers slipped down lower with ease, sliding into your cunt and spreading your body wide as you keened brokenly. Body quivering as the fire burned hotter.

Despite the absence of his hand on your throat, you found it no easier to breath as moans and pathetic whines slipped onto his tongue. And he ate them all down eagerly, even as you drenched his hand. He shoved your thighs apart as he slid down your body, pausing to lap at the beads of blood that dripped down your breast before kissing your exposed cunt. Licking up your slick mess as eagerly as he drank from you. And when your pussy was clean, he turned his head, brushing down the lacy top of your thigh-high sock and bit into the silky skin freshly exposed, finally allowing you to scream breathlessly as more fire was added to your body.

This time he didn’t drink so heavily, merely sipping from your quivering thigh, choosing instead to smear it up to your cunt to mix the liquids together. The moan that slipped from his lips was sadistic and hedonistic. Pleased and eager as he lapped at the growing pool of bloodied cream. Over the wet smacks you could hear a distinctly damp rhythm further down. What sounded like Crocodile angrily fisting his cock to your taste as you came again with a broken cry.

Snarling, Crocodile flipped your body over, shoving your thighs apart and ass up.

“P-P-Please, O-Oh! I-I want you so bad—my lord please g-give me your cock I’m burning alive—take me! T-Take me-Oh~!” You keened as Crocodile loomed over your body, cock burning against your dripping cunt. He slammed into your ass, hook slipping around your throat and pulling your head back. Crocodile sneered down at you as he fucked you, panting and snarling as you cried. “C-Cro—hng~!” He deliberately pressed his hook against your throat, cutting you off.

“I never said you could have the honor of using my name, slut.” Crocodile snapped his hips furiously, splitting open your sopping wet cunt mercilessly, “It’s lord to you. Not that titles matters when your moaning like a whore. My whore that likes it when I squeeze your throat, don’t you? Go on. Answer me, my lady.” His hook left only to be replaced by his firm hand.

You gasped and moaned for air between his thick cock breaking your body and his harsh grip around your throat.

“Y-Yeee—ahn-hngh~ mmmmm—aaahh-hah-oh! Oh~!” You jerked as his cock brushed over a sensitive spot again. Crocodile laughed harshly, finally letting go of your throat as your orgasm rushed through your body, soaking his thighs. “YES! AH-hah-Oh! Oh! M-My lo—aaa-hah~!—Lord! Mmmmm-my lord—yes, please! Please, harder—Yes! Yes! Y-Yess—oh!” Crocodile’s grip on your hip was bruising as he drove his cock into your body harder. Just as you asked.

“W-What a polite lady I have the pleasure of having tonight. So pretty on my cock. My wanton little whore~” Crocodile cooed, still fucking you hard. “What a waste of a cute little cunt—empty until I came along. Aren’t you thankful for your lord? Providing you with everything you could never have before?” You nodded, drunk as another orgasm built up in your body. Blood burning bright still.

“Y-Yes, I-I’m so grateful to y-y-OooooH~!” You threw your head back with a sharp moan, “M-My lord—Please! Please give it to me—I-I’m still burning up I need more~!” You keened attempting to bury your head into the mattress.

Swiftly, Crocodile slammed into your cunt. Arms winding under your thighs as he picked you up against his chest. His hand fixed back around your throat like it belonged there. He squeezed as you cried out at how deeply his cock rested in your body, your moan turning into a strained gurgle as he bounced you on his length.

“You’ve hardly earned that, lovely. Only ladies get what they want. Whores make do.” Crocodile squeezed hard as he thrust up into your body ruthlessly. Using you for his pleasure. “Feel that? Not me fucking your pretty pussy—that fire? It won’t stop until I say so. Because this body? Mine. These lips? Mine. This tight cunt? Mine. And you have to earn it. Batting your eyelashes won’t get you anywhere with me. Beg.”

Like a fucking monster, Crocodile squeezed your throat harder. Cutting off any attempt at communicating before you could start. You could only weakly moan and bear down on his cock as he fucked you stupid. Hoping that he would take mercy eventually. He couldn’t go forever, could he? You jerked uselessly in his hold as you squirted. Every orgasm hitting you harder as he kept your from even screaming.

Anytime he slowed down he started to ease up on your throat, tempting you to speak. And you barely managed to let his title slip before he rammed his cock into your body and squeezed you again. And again. Dragging you over the edge repeatedly as you lost all sense of time. There was only the ever intensifying burning fire in your blood as you creamed.

Finally, you’re cock-addled brain had a different idea.

“B-Bite me! Bite me!” You yelped just as his grasp tightened. He faltered, his thick cock throbbing hard in your walls.

“What did you say?” Crocodile snarled into your hair, releasing your throat.

“Bite me. T-Take everything—I want it so bad. Your fangs-your cock—I-I’m yours, right? Then bite me.” You begged breathlessly, gasping for air while you still could. You screamed when his cock was ripped from your overstimulated body. Your knees shoved onto his shoulder as he hovered over you with a manic grin.

“I will.” Crocodile dipped his head down as you exposed as much skin as possible. Slamming his cock into you as his fangs pierced your flesh. Hard and faster than humanly possible, your lord railed into you. Your cunt slapping against his thighs with harsh, wet slaps.

Crocodile raced against your beating heart, attempting to drain you dry before you came again on his cock. Drinking down your blood with a heady moan as you screamed, jerking under his body as he slammed into you. Thrusting softly as hot, thick cum filled your abused cunt. Cooling the fire as he groaned into your neck. Panting, you weakly pet his hair. Eyes sliding shut as he slipped his tongue over your pulse with a groan.

Birdsong and a burning fire in your stomach greeted you. The curtains were drawn tight, only the barest streams of daylight visible. Something hot and slick slipped into your cunt as you moaned softly. Weak and dizzy, you could only roll your hips into the sensation. Firm lips pressing into your clit as thick fingers crooked into the walls of your pussy. Your orgasm swept by gently, but you got the distinct impression you fainted for a moment.

When you opened your eyes properly, you nuzzling into a firm, bare chest. Head tucked on a muscular bicep as someone stroked your hair. The scent of a cigar was thick in the air, along with sex and blood.

“Go back to sleep, little lady. I’ve sent for a hearty breakfast—you’ll need every drop you can get.” Crocodile groaned low in his chest, “You taste fucking divine.” You curled your fist against his chest and hummed. Pausing at the unfamiliar weight of metal on your ring finger.

“Hm? Wha—hng—what’s this, my lord?” You asked, pulled back slightly to take a look. It was a gold wedding band with delicate carvings along the side and studded with red gemstones. A large diamond on the top the obvious centerpiece.

“I know I fucked you hard, little lady, but I know you know what a wedding ring is.” Crocodile laughed, exhaling smoke before removing the cigar from between his lips. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re mine, remember? We’ve eloped. How scandalous of us, huh? Papers already all in order. We can throw a big to-do about it later if you’d like. Might make you work for that though… hmm… then again, fucking you against a pulpit before our wedding sounds nice. A vampire and his pretty, innocent bride, bent over in a wedding dress…” You laughed softly.

“Not sure I’d be considered very innocent now.” You admitted, pressing a kiss to his chest. “…Vampire?” You asked, causing Crocodile to scoff.

“Of course! What kind of a weirdo do you take me for? Or did you think I was a kinky fucker that liked blood?” You peaked up at him from under your lashes with a sly smile.

“I distinctly remember you finally cumming inside me only after sinking your teeth into my neck, my lord.” You nipped his chest, “So I’m pretty sure you’re a kinky fuck regardless of your mortality.”

Crocodile gave a sharp bark of laughter, yanking your head back and sneering around the bud of a cigar.

“Yer a sassy little fucker, ain’t ‘cha? I’d fuck it out of ya, but I don’t think you’d be conscious for most of it righ’ now.” Crocodile said from around his cigar, speech muddled somewhat.

“You can try. What’s mine is yours, after all.” You taunted. “I don’t think I imagined you drinking from my cunt earlier this morning either.” Crocodile snorted.

“Damage control. My spit makes pretty little ladies like you heal faster.”

“Oh, so does that mean you’ll have to give me more bruises later?” You blinked innocently. Crocodile snarled softly, but his eyes were bright with promise.

“You know what? I think I just might.”

#spooktober #one piece #one piece smut #crocodile one piece #kinktober #vampire au #undeniable debauchery of the monarchy system of titles #my smartass way of saying I'm probably wrong about title usage and I'm sorry #I don't actually like using the word 'seed' tbh but it fits better with the overall theme #and the emphasis on inheritance #not sure if he can even have kids tbh but there are expectations #Crocodile did have all that set up in advance btw #he seems like a man that knows what he wants and how to get it #it's almost romantic if he didn't wreck reader's shit and make her anemic in the process #look i'm almost through with the smut requests just hold on okay #I'm starting to detect a smut style and the implications are unnerving

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Morning and Evening with A.W. Tozer Devotional for June 29

Tozer in the Morning Make Time to Pray

"Am I faithful in prayer?" Ask yourself that. "Well, I'm busy," you say. Yes, you are busy. So was the Lord Jesus. So was Martin Luther. Luther said, "In the morning I have so much work to do that I am going to have to pray longer today." Are you faithful in prayer, and do you meditate on the Word? How much of Scripture have you read lately? Have you read it wth meditation and tenderness? These are a few questions. You can answer them evasively and the snow lies there. Or you can answer them honestly and see the springtime come to your heart. Put yourself in the hands of the One who loves you infinitely. If you have failed Him, you will have to admit that there is a rut or snow on the meadow. Tell Him so--don't hide it. He will not turn His back in anger and say, "You disappoined me and betrayed me." There is a balm in Gilead, plenty of it. The balm and healing in the blood of the Lamb will get you out of the rut.

Tozer in the Evening Living for the Will of God

The temptation to gear our lives to social consequences is frightfully strong in a world like ours, but it must be overcome all the way down the line. The Christian businessman when faced with a moral choice must never ask, ?How much will this cost me?? The moment he regards consequences, he dethrones Christ as Lord of his life. His only concern should be with the will of God and the moral quality of the proposed act. To consult anything else is to sin against his own soul.

Again, the pastor when facing his congregation on Sunday morning, dare not think of the effect his sermon may have on his job, his salary or his future relation to the church. Let him but worry about tomorrow and he becomes a hireling and no true shepherd of the sheep. No man is a good preacher who is not willing to lay his future on the line every time he expounds the Word. He must let his job and his reputation ride on each and every sermon or he has no right to think that he stands in the prophetic tradition.

And the same principle is binding upon the religious writer and editor. The scribe who will trim his copy to hold his job is unworthy of public confidence. The editor who will reject an article or a paragraph of an article because he is afraid to accept it is standing in the shadow of the fear of consequences. The publisher who allows desire for profit or the fear of losing sales to decide what books he shall print is on a moral level not too far above the money-changers Christ drove out of the Temple. All these examples point up to a grave modern evil, permitting temporal consequences to decide eternal issues.

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Lord Dalton Greyjoy ‧₊˚.

Welcome, Lord Dalton Greyjoy! We’re delighted to see they have arrived safely on their journey to King’s Landing.

Around the court the forty years old has been praised as charismatic, a great strategist and patient but some have whispered they are also cruel, dishonest and ambitious.

Upon their arrival it is clear that they are dissatisfied about the upcoming coronation of Westeros' first ruling queen, and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on our new Queen, House Targaryen, and the future of Westeros, their true allegiance will always be to himself, his sisters, wives and children and the Iron Islands.

Positive traits:

• Charismatic, no man understands how he got so many people to follow him. He's simply charming.

• Great strategist, you don't organize such massive raids without a mastermind behind it. He's astute and practical.

• Patience, he can wait for years before commiting such violent raids and attacks.

Negative traits:

• Cruel, he enjoys to make men suffer. His best friend is a knife in his enemies' heart.

• A liar, some think the only ones who have heard him say something truthful are his wives and children.

• Ambitious, Dalton misses the days when the Greyjoys were Kings and bow to no-one. Some whisper he's planning to separate from the kingdoms so the Iron Islands are independent again.

Headcanons:

• He grew up with three sisters, who beat the shit out of him until he respected women properly.

• Capitan for the "Raven". His crew is conformed of his twenty two wives, he gave them axes and swords so his wives could raid with him. Now he always says mainlanders are so weak that even his wives can kill them.

• When he goes around the world, he leaves his sisters in charge: Amarys, Esgred and Gysella; his younger sisters of thirty seven, thirty four and thirty one years old. Captains of the "Widow", "Lonely Maiden" and "Sorrow".

• His wives come from all around the worl:

Tess of Oldtown, rumored to be daughter of a whore; red hair, green eyes and white skin. Thirty eight.

Lysa Farman, Eldest daughter of Lord Farman, skip over for her brother; short brown hair and eyes with white skin. Thirty three years old.

~ Rodrick (son of Lysa Farman, nineteen years old). More interested in the arts and books than killing (for Dalton's great disappoinment).

Johanne Lannister of Lannisport, fourth daughter of Lord Lannister (of Lannisport); blonde, green eyes and white skin. Thirty nine years old. Good at managing gold.

~ Toron (son of Johanne Lannister, twenty one years old) The oldest inherited his mother's green eyes and his father's dark hair. Capitan of his own ship: "The Cursed Emerald".

Genna Lannister of Lannisport, older sister of Johanne and third daughter of Lord Lannister (of Lannisport); blonde, green eyes and white skin. Forty one years old.

Obella Sand, bastard daughter of Lord Dayne; brown skin, black hair and purple eyes. Forty four years old.

Alla Tyrell, niece to Lord Tyrell; curly brown hair and eyes, white skin with freckles. Enjoys sewing and reading. Thirty six years old.

~ Cerelle (daughter of Alla Tyrell, fourteen years old) Her quiet nature should not be considered shyness, she is as deadly as her siblings. Follows the sevens instead of the drowned god.

Violet Tyrell, younger sister of Alla; curly brown hair and eyes, white skin with freckles. Thirty four. She enjoys riding and dancing, often in the shop for the opportunity to explore the world. Politically cunning.

Barba Snow, bastard daughter of Lord Karstark; Thick black long hair, gray eyes and pale skin. Thirty nine years old. Enjoys hunting and is really good at archery.

Arianne Connington, brown hair and eyes, brown skin with freckles. Thirty nine years old.

Elynna Westerling, brown hair, blue eyes and white skin. Thirty eight years old.

~ Penny (daughter of Elynna Westerling, one and ten years old)

Cassella (who used to be a silent sister), one eye purple and one green eye with black hair and white skin. Thirty two years old. Still tries to keep her vows and helps to take care of the corpses.

Ella Mormont, dark brown hair, white skin and brown eyes. Thirty seven years old.

Shierra Harroway, sister of Lord Harlow; brown hair, gray eyes and brown skin.Thirty seven years old.

Dalla Swann, cousin of Jon Swann; brown hair and black eyes, white skin. Twenty nine years old.

Dyah Flint, niece to Lord Flint. She has dark brown hair, white skin, one eye blue the other is brown. Thirty one years old

~Qyle (son of Dyah, four years old).

Jeyne Blackmont, cousin of Lord Blackmont; white skin, light brown hair and gray (almost white) eyes. She wears a veil that cover her face and sometimes her hair. Thirty seven years old.

Sybelle Osgrey, second born daughter of Lord Orkwood; pale skin, brown hair and deep blue eyes. Thirty eight years old.

Illiria of Lys, a dancer of silver hair, gray eyes and brown skin. Skilled at dancing and singing. Forty years old.

Maerie of Braavos, trained to be a courtesan; black skin, red eyes and black hair. Often wears veils that cover her face and neck. Forty years old. Capitan of her own ship "The Ruby".

Holly Tarbeck, sister of Lord Stonehouse; black skin and hair with blue eyes. Thirty six years old.

Jocelyn Wythers, second daughter of Lord Weaver; curly brown hair and green eyes with brown skin. Forty two years old.

~ Megette and Tyanna (twin daughters of Jocelyn Wythers, nineteen years). Dalton trained both of them in archery; Megette kills with knifes and Tyanna with axes.

Layna Flowers, bastard daughter of Lord Redwyne; auburn hair, white skin and blue eyes. Nineteen years old. Rumors said they haven't share bed yet and Lyana is still a maiden.

• Most brides left angry fathers while escaping arrange marriages. Some grooms have been killed.

• All arsons committed in the westernlands are done by him. In his words: "If they wanted their castles to be safe, they should be better at protecting them".

Rumors:

• Some people say Dalton has laid in bed with both men a women. No man has survived long enough to tell.

• All his wives have different skills, some say he seems such an intelligent man because his wives do all the work for him.

(FC:Clive Standen)

RP: @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

#asoiaf rp #character intro #asongofgf&bbintro #asongofgf&bb

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steveezekiel · 1 year

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AN EMERGING MINISTRY LEADER 2

3. "YOU THEREFORE MUST ENDURE HARDSHIP AS A GOOD SOLDIER OF JESUS CHRIST.

4. No one engaged in warfare entangles himself with the affairs of this life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier."

2 Timothy 2:3,4 (NKJV)

"And say to Archippus, “TAKE HEED TO THE MINISTRY which you have received in the Lord, THAT YOU MAY FULFIL IT.”

Colossians 4:17 (Legacy Standard Bible)

• Associating with wrong people.

- If you associate with a wrong person or people, It would show and cause a set back, both in your Life and Ministry.

- God will not bring to fulfilment what He has planned and intended to do, If any wrong person is found in your Life.

- Until you get rid of or separated with the wrong person or people, God would not move you forward: "14 AND THE LORD SAID TO ABRAM, AFTER LOT HAD SEPARATED FROM HIM: “Lift your eyes now and look from the place where you are—northward, southward, eastward, and westward; 15 FOR ALL THE LAND WHICH YOU SEE I GIVE TO YOU AND YOUR DESCENDANTS FOREVER" (Genesis 13:14-17 NKJV).

READ: Genesis 13:5-11,14-17

- You might stay long in the captivity, marking time on the same spot, If you have a wrong person or people with you.

- God is definite and absolute, whatever instruction given you by Him has to be carried out with total Obedience. If an instruction given you by God is unheeded, you begin to experience disappoinment from every quarter.

- You have no choice to make. There is no sentiment about it. ITS either you do God's Will or you lose, and forfeit your place.

• You spouse and you in the Ministry.

- Let God build or train your spouse.

- There is this overprotective actions on the side of human beings generally. It is usual for believers, trying or making efforts to shield your loved ones from God's dealings.

- The truth is, If you do not allow God to change your spouse, deal with her; you will not move forward.

- Leave your spouse in God's hands. Let God work on her and mold her to whatever shape He sees fit for His purpose.

- You cannot move forward, make progress, even in your work or assignment; If you are over protective of your spouse. IF you do not allow God to do the necessary work of molding and shaping that would make her suitable for His purpose:

20 But in a great house there are not only VESSELS OF GOLD AND SILVER, but also of wood and clay, SOME FOR HONOUR AND SOME FOR DISHONOUR. 21 Therefore if anyone cleanses himself [herself] from the latter, HE [she] WILL BE A VESSEL FOR HONOUR, SANCTIFIED AND USEFUL FOR THE MASTER, PREPARED FOR EVERY GOOD WORK" (2 Timothy 2:19-21 NKJV).

READ: Jeremiah 18:1-6; Isaiah 64:8; Romans 9:20,21

- A partner who is not well groomed may become a weight that is weighing you down in the ministerial race. And such would not allow you to experience speed in your ministerial assignment.

- Pray for your spouse, she is your partner in the Running of the race of Life and the fulfillment of your Ministry (Hebrews 12:1).

- Pray for your spouse and let God choose the way and manner to build or train her.

IF you want to take the place of the Holy Spirit, you would have problem with God and her—your spouse.

- NOTE:

* Pray consistently for her.

* Do not stress on certain things which you would want God to do in her life.

* Pay attention to the work which God is doing or wanted to do, and allow Him to have His Way.

* Give God a free hand to operate.

• If you do allow God to choose the people that should be allowed or permitted in your Life, those whom to relate with, as you progress in God and the Ministry; you will avoid a number of setbacks and heartaches.

- If you allowed God and give your full support to Him in building your spouse, It would help her spiritual growth and that will speed your progress in the assignment.

- If she does understand the importance of what you are doing and give her full support, the progress of the work would be speeded.

- Know that God would allow different people at different stages of your Life and Ministry.

- You may need to drop some friends, for you to move to another level of your Ministry.

- If you choose to relate with some people, you may have to forget about progress in what you are doing.

• You will not fail in Jesus' name.

Peace!

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proveraaaa · 5 years

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13th July 2019

>>12:01 pm<<

When a job application uses the phrase “your application was unsuccessful” it literally pulls you through on how worthless you truly are.

Thanks boo...needed that reminder a lot.

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Lord help me 🥵 like yes. Just imagine DOB pinning your arms up fucking your face and slapping you with his hand and cock? Like yes daddy please and finish on my face after?!

And you know when he’s finished he rewards you with a seat on his face 👅💦

-Birdie🖤

imma need you to send me more porn links cause omg ?? genuinely, i-

he's angry and finds it difficult to keep his emotions in check so he takes them out on you by fucking you like he hated you. genuinely, he'll abuse your pussy for hours, cover you in cum and leave nasty marks all over you until you pass out and once you wake up, he's the softest ever with you, giving you all the praises and cuddles you want while rubbing your skin softly.

like he's being rough as fuck and you're not used to it so he expects you to be defying but no !! you take it willingly and ask for more on top of that !!

when he slaps you, he thinks he went to far but you're begging him with your eyes, moaning and whimpering while his cock is going back and forth inside your mouth. he's ruining you and can't get enough. but how could he when you're taking everything he gives you this easily ?? he knew you were a good girl, a sucker for praises and always obedient. but this was beyond, you were presenting yourself for him and allowing him to destroy you.

holding your face in his hand tightly, he pulls out and smiles when you whimper in disappoinment. he slaps your lips with his cock and when you open for him to stuff you full, he's incapable of refusing. you feel his sack slap against your chin and his cum fill your throat while slipping out everywhere.

"fuck, you like that bunny ? that pretty mouth all filled up and still begging for more. you're so good you'd let me use you as a hole. fuck your own pleasure, all you want is to make daddy happy huh ? what a good girl you are. you and your pretty mouth will get ample praises."

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Wheel of Time Review Retitled: Surprise! A Man hates Women and Diversity.

As someone who actively consumes a lot of film content I find myself curious as to how different prominent and professional film critics and reviewers are to my own experiences as an audience consuming content. After all, art is in the eyes of the beholder and film is just that, another form of art that can be interpreted in many ways. How people interpret content is largeley based on and tailored to the individual's personal experiences and identity, which ultimately affects the reading of film in either positive or negative ways.

Now as a queer woman and a cinephile, I have some beef. Above is a review of the TV adaptation of the The Wheel of Time, written by one James Delingpole for The Spectator UK. I am in no way a misandrist or man hater, or anything along those lines, but this review has pushed my buttons to the enth. Too many times have I seem film reviewers (largely old white men) absolutely slam perfectly acceptable and creative content just for the fact that women may have depth of character, people of colour exist as does the lgbtqia+ community.

Never have i seen a review so biased and hateful, not even towards the TV adaptation but for the source materal too and it perplexes me how these reviews are allowed to continue being published and pass the editing room. Im not talking about being PC, but fuck if your going to review something base it on merit and not the fact that ripping source material to shreds, reducing the author to a failure in the fantasy literary world and then criticising the thespian abilities of the young actors, makes a review credible. Talk about hate shot after hate shot.

I don't normally get this fired up but today I'm on this hell app letting you all know, how lovers of the books, the show, the characters and the actors, have been so denegrated to "trite" and "tripe" is absolutely disgusting. You know how we learnt "If you don' t have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all?" this, I feel, should have been the lesson here, as the only purpose of this review was to let us all know that this guy just doesn't like the Wheel of Time, full stop. Here are a few beautiful examples I would love to share with yall:

Firstly I would like to point out the arrogant preconception that reading a 14 book epic fantasy series will be feasible on a 2 week holiday. Yet despite personal recs and global sucess, the persuasion to pick up the book actually stemmed from the fact that Robert Jordan was a decorated war hero, engineer and an absolute mans man which inspired Delingpole to follow through with the book recommendation, then using Jordan's military and mathematical macho backround to justify his disappoinment in the failings of the book, as if that instantly gives agency for good authorship. The failings in Delingpole's eyes being:

The reviewer didnt even finish the books, and i feel we can all agree that the best thing about the Wheel of Time is how well the characters develop and change throughout the story to make a well fleshed out and rich fantasy world. By reducing it to a Lord of the Rings rip off, we see how, instead of reading the way Jordan developed those ideas that yes, have existed in other stories too, have rather opted in just disregarding TWoT as a failed copy cat that has "basic dialogue, leaden prose and uninspiring characters." Ahh, there is the literary language I so look for in justification for poor reviews, and yet we haven't even got to the show yet. As a reviewer who seems to hate the source material, Dalingpole sure had hopes that the TV adaptation would be different in his eyes, but nope, its EVEN WORSE.

Now lets get to the meaty part cos boy its a doozy:

Fuck me where to start. For someone so reverent of Game of Thrones and Lord of the Rings this guy sure does have some hang ups about unique fantasy names, especially outright naming the 3 examples who are played by poc actors as "annoying and unpronouncable". Sure "James", Mr Western White Man who, unsurprisingly, has a problem with foreign names, (the racist subtext is starting to smell a bit here). I wonder as such an avid reader and professional reviewer how illiterate he became when reading Dune, or any other series that has predmonitely white protagonist and unpronouncable names.

Now to Moraine and the Aes Sedai. Unfunny, pompous and crotchety witches/seers/spell-weavers who only exist as a dominating and powerful political and protector class to pander to new age feminism and paganistic hippies. WOW. God forbid women have any sort of agency and respect in an epic medieval fantasy except to be the lovers, mothers, sisters or whores of great male heros. And how dare such a "macho man" like Robert Jordan pander to these ideologies. The only thing that makes sense is if he wrote an entire, intricate world surrounding womens' power as an elaborate Barney Stinson ploy to make Jordan desirable to female audiences so he could essentially, fuck them. Yes, thats right. Delingpole believes that if a male author writes about powerful women, it must only be with predatory intentions. I dont care about defending Jordan, but I do care about how narrow this lense is, and that for this male reviewer, is the only logical explanation for a female-centred narrative written by a man. As if men can't write women with any authenticity. As if women can't exist unless to be of service to a man. As if we aren't over the tireless harmful gender roles and stereotypes that 100 years of Hollywood has reinforced. As if nothing can break out of that mold and formula unless its pandandering to minorities or feminism. I can't for the life of me see how this perspective could fly these days when it is based on so much misogyny and ignorance that I've got whiplash. And this isn't even confined to the books but bleeds into the TV series as well.

Cold but sexy-ish Gandalf? Delingpole has futher reinforced his Tolkien hard-on by essentially saying that Moraine is unlikable because she is mysterious and withdrawn (which if he stuck around, he might have learnt why there are 14 goddamn books) and that her only likability is by reducing her character to looks only. That the only redeeming quality for a MAIN CHARACTER is her fuckability. For someone who didn't finish the story or is even sticking around to finish this TV series, he sure has seemed to make up his mind. I think we can all agree that Rosamund Pike is doing an exceptional job as Moraine, and the nuances she is bringing in the show is dominating the screen by bringing the source material to life in a new, refreshing way. I goddamn screamed and cried when they canonically made Moraine a gay woman in a loving relationship with the goddamn Amyrlin Seat. What a power move. What a moment to witness, this small change that made me feel more seen and connected and personal than any other adaptation I've ever consumed, and made me hope for the future of representation on the screen. Not saying that the books and the TV adaptation are perfect, and that the debate on creative liberty is one I'm not going to get into here, but this level of criticism based on the Reviewer's personal bias makes me wonder if they were the best choice in critiquing this narrative.

Moraine isnt the only protagonist under fire. The four possible Dragons are reduced to "petulant teenages" with no "discernable personality", and now I start to wonder whether we have seen the same show and read the same book. Sure, they are doe eyed villiage folk embarking on a great adventure with life/death ramifications. Since when was innocence regarded as petulance, when was the mistakes of simple mountain folk thrust into larger destiny held to such a high regard, as if teenagers aren't fucking stupid and mess up sometimes. I doubt this reviewer has the same views of Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin if you get my meaning. Hypocritical doesnt even begin to describe the level of arrogance Dalingpole has to have his word be God and the only opinion that matters in this context. And he doesnt stop there.

I know there has been some controversy in this community about the way Barney Harris is interpreting the role of Mat as a serious, brooding and whiny figure instead of the kind, trickster like, humouros conman and scoundrel as he was portrayed in the books. Either way, my personal opinion had me (ironically) disliking Harris's portrayal the most out of everyone due to the fact he felt unfamiliar to me. Whether we see a different take with Harris being recast is a different matter, because Delingpole reveres the character who has adopted the most toxic traits, whilst belittleing the rest.

Reducing young emerging actors to the thespian abilities of school play mediocrity has me reeling. How dare Delingpole attack the greener actors and diminish the hard work and talent that goes into making this kind of series, as well as insinuating that hotness and racial/queer representation is the only reason these people were cast in the first place. Im sure he didnt have any problems with the young, predominately 'white' actors of Game of Thrones, as if they are the pinnacle of acting abilities. And yes I'm gonna look at this through a racial and queer lense because goddamn James seems to feel the need to attack every minority represention left right and centre within this review. For someone hell bent on not finishing either the books or the tv series to find out if these young actors can "grow into their roles", he really is not giving any space to change his mind. Which brings me full circle and is further supported by his conclusionary statements:

In conclusion James Dalingpole wishes Game of Thrones never ended and that any form of diversity is a hindrance to the sucess of television fantasy. The Wheel of Time is thus, a cheap knockoff of every medieval fantasy that has been popularised in culture, and any decision to include minority representation in the source material, or the adaptation has ultimately lead to failure in his eyes. And yet here, Delingpole reinforces that it is the most successful fantasy series since Lord of the Rings. So how did it go so wrong? Answer: it didn't, Delingpole just has a lifelong perscription of bigoted glasses and his script ain't changing any time soon.

I am not saying that my rant on this review is the only truth out there, we all have our own opinions and interpretations, but having a reviewer so biased against diversity, whether it be gender, race or sexuality, leads me to wonder why these kinds of reviews are allowed any agency at all. Everyone's a critic, sure, but never have I seen such a blatant disregard and disrespect of the books, the fans, the actors and even the studio execs. It irks me that this drivel is still being reinforced because these opinions don't actually give any form of depth or nuance, just hatred for the divulge in formula. The classic "Bring me back to the good ol days" mentality where anyone who wasn't a man was opressed. The Wheel of Time is not Lord of the Rings, nor is it Game of Thrones, it is beloved by many, myself included, and can stand on its own if we stop the comparisons to what 'was' normal and Hollywood formula and embrace that diversity is becoming the norm. Women exist, people of colour exist and so do lgbtqia+ people who are allowed to have agency in how we create a new norm and formula for medieval epic fantasies. I, for one, am someone who can seperate book from adaptation and am so far loving both, but to write this review as an attack on the narrative as a whole feels outdated and honestly pathetic. Here I am, reading the words of another angry old white man who is pissed off that representation is being normalised, when we should be embracing the fact that outdated source material being brought to modern audiences need to reflect a sense of modernity, which thus means, adapting women-lead narratives, casting lgbtqia+ and poc actors to adapt the roles and just outright not give people like this Reviewer any more agency to reinforce these harmful opinions. I'm also not saying the Wheel of Time is perfect, because like everything, it has flaws, but outright calling it a failure due to its type of content, makes me wonder if James Dalingpole has actually enjoyed anything since we emerged into the 21st century.

Anyway, rant over. Check out the full article yourselves and suss it out. Am i reading too much into this? I hope not, cos this is just one example of so many film reviews I have seen this year absolutely sloshing new films and series just based on the fact it is "Too PC" and this last one got me in the gut. I'm over it because I fucking love how film these days are setting the standard for progressing culture away from the dominant western patriarchal ideologies. It starts with small change, and i know that change is scary for book purists and fragile egos, but the only way we are going to see rich, personalised and diverse stories on screen is if we stop letting the voice of an old white man dictate what constitutes good content or not. I don't know, fight me about this if you want but I'm just fucking tired.

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Tyrion XI (Chapter 49)

You know what's worse than the HotU chapter? The HotU chapter followed by Tyrion.

Dawn was breaking, and pale ripples of light shimmered on the surface of the river, shattering under the poles and re-forming when the ferry had passed. Timett had taken his Burned Men into the kingswood two days before. Yesterday the Black Ears and Moon Brothers followed, today the Stone Crows.

[...]

Tyrion watched them push off and pole out toward the center of the Blackwater. He felt a queer twinge in the pit of his stomach as Shagga faded in the morning mist. He was going to feel naked without his clansmen.

There goes the mountain clans, never to be seen again. What a pointless storyline...

...unless they reappear in TWOW with an actual purpose. 🤔

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He still had Bronn's hirelings, near eight hundred of them now, but sellswords were notoriously fickle. Tyrion had done what he could to buy their continued loyalty, promising Bronn and a dozen of his best men lands and knighthoods when the battle was won. They'd drunk his wine, laughed at his jests, and called each other ser until they were all staggering . . . all but Bronn himself, who'd only smiled that insolent dark smile of his and afterward said, "They'll kill for that knighthood, but don't ever think they'll die for it."

Tyrion had no such delusion.

Lol, yeah. No such delusion. Can't wait for your reaction when Bronn declines your invitation to fight Gregor Clegane.

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He was a deal less pleased by the clutter of ramshackle structures that had been allowed to grow up behind the quays, attaching themselves to the city walls like barnacles on the hull of a ship; bait shacks and pot-shops, warehouses, merchants' stalls, alehouses, the cribs where the cheaper sort of whores spread their legs. It has to go, every bit of it. As it was, Stannis would hardly need scaling ladders to storm the walls.

He called Bronn to his side. "Assemble a hundred men and burn everything you see here between the water's edge and the city walls." He waved his stubby fingers, taking in all the waterfront squalor. "I want nothing left standing, do you understand?"

"Why do the smallfolk hate me?" - Tyrion Lannister

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Tyrion had only the vaguest memory of Theon Greyjoy from his time with the Starks. A callow youth, always smiling, skilled with a bow; it was hard to imagine him as Lord of Winterfell. The Lord of Winterfell would always be a Stark.

He remembered their godswood; the tall sentinels armored in their grey-green needles, the great oaks, the hawthorn and ash and soldier pines, and at the center the heart tree standing like some pale giant frozen in time. He could almost smell the place, earthy and brooding, the smell of centuries, and he remembered how dark the wood had been even by day. That wood was Winterfell. It was the north. I never felt so out of place as I did when I walked there, so much an unwelcome intruder. He wondered if the Greyjoys would feel it too. The castle might well be theirs, but never that godswood. Not in a year, or ten, or fifty.

I want her, he realized. I want Winterfell, yes, but I want her as well, child or woman or whatever she is. - Tyrion IV, ASOS

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Pleading illness, Lord Gulian Swann had remained in his castle, taking no part in the war, but his eldest son had ridden with Renly and now Stannis, while Balon, the younger, served at King's Landing. If he'd had a third son, Tyrion suspected he'd be off with Robb Stark. It was not perhaps the most honorable course, but it showed good sense; whoever won the Iron Throne, the Swanns intended to survive.

Is this foreshadowing something? I know Tyrion will play all sides, but is there another family I'm forgetting?

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"Better a lady's maid than a pot girl," Shae had said when Tyrion told her the eunuch's scheme. "Can I take my belt of silver flowers and my gold collar with the black diamonds you said looked like my eyes? I won't wear them if you say I shouldn't."

Loath as he was to disappoint her, Tyrion had to point out that while Lady Tanda was by no means a clever woman, even she might wonder if her daughter's bedmaid seemed to own more jewelry than her daughter. "Choose two or three dresses, no more," he commanded her. "Good wool, no silk, no samite, and no fur. The rest I'll keep in my own chambers for when you visit me." It was not the answer Shae had wanted, but at least she was safe.

Easy to read the above and conclude Shae is driven by material possession, and Tyrion is blind for not seeing it.

That's fine, but I'd like to point out that Shae has nothing in life, unlike Tyrion. The jewelry and dresses are likely the only things of value she owns. She worked hard for those possessions doing incredibly unpleasant labour, and he's taking them away from her.

I would not be as understanding or accommodating if I were Shae.

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Tyrion shrugged. "It may be. Stannis burned the godswood at Storm's End as an offering to the Lord of Light. If he'd offend the old gods, why should he spare the new?

Stannis Baratheon plants no trees.

Whatever bitch, the trees will get the last laugh.

See?

(I'm joking.)

(I think.)

(If they both die anywhere near a tree, I'm claiming this theory.)

(If not, I'm joking.)

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There was an old letter from Doran Martell, warning him that Storm's End had fallen, and a much more intriguing one from Balon Greyjoy on Pyke, who styled himself King of the Isles and the North. He invited King Joffrey to send an envoy to the Iron Islands to fix the borders between their realms and discuss a possible alliance.

Tyrion read the letter three times and set it aside. Lord Balon's longships would have been a great help against the fleet sailing up from Storm's End, but they were thousands of leagues away on the wrong side of Westeros, and Tyrion was far from certain that he wanted to give away half the realm. Perhaps I should spill this one in Cersei's lap, or take it to the council.

Balon Greyjoy's plan is to negotiate the independence of the Isles and North with House Lannister, and he's still nowhere close to being the dumbest person in his family. That's incredible.

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"No, no," Hallyne squeaked, "the sums are accurate, I swear. We have been, hmmm, most fortunate, my lord Hand. Another cache of Lord Rossart's was found, more than three hundred jars. Under the Dragonpit! Some whores have been using the ruins to entertain their patrons, and one of them fell through a patch of rotted floor into a cellar. When he felt the jars, he mistook them for wine. He was so drunk he broke the seal and drank some."

"There was a prince who tried that once," said Tyrion dryly. "I haven't seen any dragons rising over the city, so it would seem it didn't work this time either." The Dragonpit atop the hill of Rhaenys had been abandoned for a century and a half. He supposed it was as good a place as any to store wildfire, and better than most, but it would have been nice if the late Lord Rossart had told someone.

The author continues to hammer home that Tyrion Lannister is unaware there's wildfire planted everywhere in King's Landing.

Where could this be going?

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Tyrion was growing impatient. Ser Jacelyn Bywater was likely here by now, and Ironhand misliked waiting. "Yes, you have secret spells; how splendid. What of them?"

"They, hmmm, seem to be working better than they were." Hallyne smiled weakly. "You don't suppose there are any dragons about, do you?"

"Not unless you found one under the Dragonpit. Why?"

"Oh, pardon, I was just remembering something old Wisdom Pollitor told me once, when I was an acolyte. I'd asked him why so many of our spells seemed, well, not as effectual as the scrolls would have us believe, and he said it was because magic had begun to go out of the world the day the last dragon died."

Fantastic, more wildfire. Quick question, does the birth of dragons yield anything positive?

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"Prince Tommen is hale and happy, my lord. He has adopted a fawn some of my men brought home from a hunt. He had one once before, he says, but Joffrey skinned her for a jerkin.

Is it wrong that I laughed out loud?

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The eunuch handed him a scroll. "So much villainy, it sings a sad song for our age. Did honor die with our fathers?"

[...]

"I know some of these names. These are rich men. Traders, merchants, craftsmen. Why should they conspire against us?"

"It seems they believe that Lord Stannis must win, and wish to share his victory. They call themselves the Antler Men, after the crowned stag."

[...]

Among the names on the list was the master armorer Salloreon. "I suppose this means I won't be getting that terrifying helm with the demon horns," Tyrion complained as he scrawled the order for the man's arrest.

Varys continues to go unchecked.

I'm not saying the men on this list aren't guilty, but maybe do your own inquiry. Maybe let's not buy everything Varys sells. Crazy, I know.

Final thoughts:

What was the point of this chapter? How did this chapter progress the plot any further?

20 down, 29 to go. :(

Hey look! I'm out of the 30s... again. 😡

-> return to menu <-

#operation stumpy re-read #acok #tyrion xi

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Sixty Eight. Part 4

I am so blessed; I can’t stop looking at my home. I can’t stop just feeling blessed, that hospital has been draining me out of every ounce of happiness, energy, just everything and to see my daughters. They haven’t let go of me, they are stuck to my hips “mommy” hugging my mother, my mother sobbed out in my arms “praise the lord he bought you back, oh my god. I am so sorry” I shushed her “for what, stop. Nobody knew this would happen, I am just so happy that I am here, I love you so much mom. Us women go through so much, we do” squeezing my eyes shut up, the essence and the feel of my mother in my arms, I just sighed out “I am here for you Robbie, I am. I am sorry I didn’t appreciate you” my mom is being stupid now “stop” moving back from her “just stop” smiling at her “big, little sis” Rorrey put his arm on me “you damn right I am big sis, and my baby. Look at his face” squeezing Rajad’ cheeks “I am so happy, you know how much I love you all so much” smiling wide “we were saying how much Chris has done, we couldn’t repay him with how much he has done, and how he put himself out there, we agreed on this. He’s a good person, and every marriage have their downs but it’s how the person reacts and deals with it, he spoils you so much” looking behind me, he is stood with Herb “then what I ask of you is that, that you let him feel part of us. He really doesn’t feel like he belongs in this family, he never really has and I really, and I mean really want that, life is too short, and I love him, you know I do a lot” my mother put her head down “I do Robbie and we all need to try a little more in life, I will and it’s not when I say just for you. I am going to do it because he’s my son in law” smiling at her “thank you” I breathed out “I love you all so much, Sonita!!” I yelped out “watch out, the girls are here” lifting my arms to her “aww I don’t blame them” hugging her close “I am so fucking happy to see your face, my god! I cried so much and came here as soon as, my god. Thank you god for bringing us, I know Dolly was watching over you” she’s going to make me cry “stop” I strained out “this has been so scary” she said in my ear “trust me, I’ve never been so fearful in my life. I still remember the moment” moving back from the hug and holding her hands “fuck, it’s so good seeing your face” smiling at her “I look a mess but yes” I laughed “shut up, you’re always beautiful” waving at Majesty “auntie baby” she started to get so sad “mom” Rylee latched onto my arm “I know, let me see people first” I know they want me and only me.

My daughters have been glued next to me, their refusal to move is cute but I missed them, Rylee has gone to get me water and Imani is upstairs “thank you baby” Rylee bought me water “did you tell dad to get me painkillers?” I asked her “yes, he’s coming. Majesty move she’s not your mom” Majesty did take her spot when she moved, and I can’t deal with the drama of these girls “Majesty, let Rylee sit here please. She was sat here” I looked over at her “but I missed you Auntie, please” I gasped at Rylee straight punched Majesty “get up bitch” I gasped even louder, Herb grabbed Rylee’ arm, my mouth fell open, I am shook to the core “what happened?” Chris said confused, the whole room is in shock “dang little one, relax” Herb said, Noella got up and got Majesty “these girls ain’t like us cousins, forever got beef come here now” I wasn’t ready for that “Rylee swore” Tianna said in a whisper, she did swear, I didn’t want the drama right now “where are you going?” I said seeing Imani in her night clothes “tell mommy where you’re going?” Sara said to her “sleep!” I gasped “new words!?” My smile grew “awww give me a hug” I swear I know my stitches are ready to pop but I can’t help myself, pressing a kiss to her cheek “goodnight, see you in the morning. Thank you” I said to Sara, she’s been so good to my kids “it’s ok” she walked off with Imani, looking at Rylee and I don’t know what to say but just look at her in disappointment “nobody going to tell me?” I am waiting for my mom to say my kids are uncontrollable “Majesty you knew how much Rylee missed her mom” she didn’t say it, Rylee is sticking by Herb, looking up at Chris “thanks, take Rylee upstairs” Chris frowned “she just punched Majesty and called her a bitch, take her upstairs. She can’t do that no matter what” Tianna rested against my arm “god damn” placing the tablet in my mouth “I don’t want to go upstairs” Rylee ran off, she ran so fast “I’ll deal with it” Chris walked off, we are tired and these kids “I will be going up, I was honestly going to stay down a little longer, but I am tired and the kids are irate. I will see you all in the morning, I hope you all got so where to sleep” I laughed “I usually deal with that, but Rorrey or Rajad help me up” I am stuck in this couch “you rest Robbie” my mom said “yeah you need to get that rest, don’t mind these kids” Clinton said, I laughed. I had to laugh because these kids are just annoying me already “Noella, I will talk to her” Rorrey stood in front of me “you want me to pick you?” I cringed “please” My brother laughed and leaned in, he picked me up “ah, thanks. Put me down slowly, that couch is no good for me” shaking my head “I will look at all this tomorrow ok, I love you all so much” looking around the room, Tianna held my hand of course.

Thank god for a elevator because I would be doomed walking up the stairs “Tianna, you know with what you heard with your sister, don’t ever repeat those words. It’s not good even in anger, do not swear or cuss because once you swear and cuss you lost your argument” I wonder where that girl of mine is actually, did Chris get her “yeah, but everyone says bad words” Tianna said “not in my house you won’t, go and get your night clothes on” I said “put me down! Now!” Looking behind me, Chris has got her “this is your daughter” he pointed, rolling my eyes “of course she is, Rylee. Stop this” Chris walked by me with Rylee over his shoulder “I did nothing mom! She deserved it” she is actually Chris all over, it made me laugh “I am coming behind you” I need to rest, Rylee yelped out as Chris of course threw her onto the bed “stop this, you stay on that bed” she needs to calm her ass down “she said Majesty was in her spot” Chris pointed “yes and she didn’t give anyone a chance to say anything, Rylee I am not happy with you at all, I am so disappointed. Who taught you to swear? We don’t swear in this house” Rylee looked between Chris and I “she is a bitch, and I don’t care anymore” looking at Chris “I am in too much pain to really care, Chris just deal with her. I need to lay down” my stomach is hurting me bad “you are making your mom ill, just go to bed. You need to apologise too” hearing Chris say “mom I’m sorry” she apologised to me “you are something else” walking out of the bedroom, this is too much. Shuffling my way to my bedroom “Robyn” I get stopped at every corner but it’s my father in law “hey” turning to him “tell Chris I didn’t know she would be here, Herbert told me” frowning at him “who?” I asked through gritted teeth “Joyce” I am confused “why is she here?” Chris stepped out of the bedroom “thanks dad” I can’t be bothered with this shit right now; I am tired as shit.

My dad sings like a woman, how you going to tell Robyn what I needed to tell her, this man is annoying “I thought she knew” shaking my head, turning back into the bedroom “please for me and your mom just go to bed, stop acting out. If I come back here and you still playing up I will be whooping you” these kids are a mess, let me go and see to Robyn, she walked to the bedroom fast. I hope she isn’t pissed off; I pray she isn’t. Walking into the bedroom “Robyn, I was going to tell you, I promise you I was!” Robyn turned to me “just please get me into bed, and I want to feed him. Help me” nodding my head “for sure. Just stand there, you want one my tees?” I asked her “yes, preferably used” my eyes bulged our “what?” I have to hear that again “I want a used one so I can smell you” she is crazy “you can have this one then, arms up” I said to her, she lifted her arms up and the pulled her top up slowly “there we go, you want a new bralette? Your lingerie thing sent some new ones to you” she shook her head “cool” pushing her sweatpants down slowly “your wound is very sore; you need to rest. Step out of the leg” I will dress her, I don’t care “why is your mother here? I am not angry; I don’t care for her Chris but why?” I sighed out standing up “I don’t know, she was at the hospital, and I just didn’t know what to do so I put her in a hotel, I panicked to get her away. But I don’t know” shaking my head “we have bigger issues, like our kids. And Rylee, we need to tell her off. I can’t believe she punches Majesty, I am not saying she didn’t deserve it but still” I chuckled “I am proud of her but I get you, I think we need to talk to her when we can what you think” I said “we do, bring him to me so I can feed him” Robyn is so adamant we take care of Junior so I guess I will need to wake up for him “sure” walking to the crib “I really think we need to give us one day off?” Let me try it “you can, not me” looking into the crib “fine, I guess” I mean what else can I do, I am going to be so tired.

I groaned out as I got into my bed, I have missed my bed so much. I want to cry from excitement “yes” I said aloud “I have a favour” I know she’s not asking for a favour when I just got in bed “yeah” I have to say yes and help her “he’s been fed and burped but can you put him int he crib” taking in a deep breath “I guess so, or you can put him in bed with us” she shook her head “thank you” I am so happy to be in bed and she ruined it “ok then” getting back out of bed again “just make sure you don’t get out of bed for him, I will do it” walking around the bed, I didn’t walk I ran around the bed because I am so excited to get back into bed “come here” taking Junior from Robyn slowly “my little man” pressing a kiss to his cheek and then turning around to put him in the crib “wake me though if he waked up in the night which he will be because that is his schedule, he likes to cause havoc at night” running around the bed, I just want to sleep. I am honestly so excited to actually get some sleep in my bed “you are so excited” Robyn laughed “my back is a mess Robyn, like I am just so happy to sleep” jumping into bed and placing the covers over me, shuffling closer to Robyn “it’s weird, I actually want my own bed now” pulling a face “no ma’am” I am getting as close as I can “sir! Your pillow is there, what are you doing!?” Robyn spat “sharing a pillow, I just want to smell you” placing my face into her neck and took in a deep breath, Robyn let out the biggest giggle “stop” she hit me away, moving my head back grinning “I love you so much, to just have you back in bed” lifting my head up, pressing a kiss to her lips “same, I have missed you in” I sighed out resting my head back on the pillow “I won’t hurt you, I will stay away from that” I said just in case she thought I may have hurt her.

Moving my head back opening one eye “you actually woke up?” Robyn said, looking behind me. I don’t think I moved, I slept so well “yeah” it’s daylight “didn’t he wake up?” I questioned “he did, so many times, I didn’t have it in me to wake you Chris. You were so tired; I just woke up now too. I only fell asleep properly about six, he hasn’t made an issue yet” I scoffed “Robyn, why didn’t you wake me?” moving back from her “I told you why, you have done so much for me, but I am going to go back to sleep after, but I wanted to speak to you about Rylee, her swearing at Majesty is a no and she did what she did, we need to punish her. It’s been on my mind actually” she has a point “I know, maybe she did it out of anger. There is a lot of emotions around, there is so much going on, maybe she didn’t mean it?” Robyn side eyed me “she is your daughter, you keep saying mine but Chris she is you all over and she thinks she is done right, and you do that shit too so we need to talk to her, once you actually get out of bed, well the both of us then we can talk to her” nodding my head “and your mother, you can also get rid of her” she remembers that “yeah” I dragged out, I mean what more can I say but yeah. Moving away from Robyn, I am going back to sleep, I need it.

Robyn has been after Rylee so I thought I would just get her and bring her to the room; she keeps on talking about telling her off so here we are “I didn’t do anything wrong?” Rylee said again “I know, but just admit your wrongs and move on” opening the bedroom door “go on, your mother wants you” I want this over because Rylee and Robyn may just go back and forth with this “I didn’t even do anything” I wish she would just shut up and accept it, closing the door behind me “Rylee, come here" Robyn said to her “go on” I said behind her “I didn’t even do anything bad, I just got angry” she defended herself “I do not care how angry you get you do not swear! I don’t care, you are so lucky that I am unwell, or I would have whooped your ass, did you apologise?” she asked “no, but why should I, she doesn’t apologise” Robyn sighed out “I am going to say the same thing I said to Tianna, once you swear at someone or you start shouting you lose your whole point, you end up being the bad one. You end up looking bad Rylee, now this is why you are in trouble. I am not saying she isn’t annoying, but you cannot swear Rylee, I am not having it, I won’t have that. And for that for the rest of the day no TV, no nothing. And if I find out you have there will be consequences, you will apologise because you hit her too” Rylee seems to not care because she feels like she did right and to be honest I think she did do right “I am not apologising so ok” she turned around and walked off, Robyn looked at me with her mouth open “this is you” she pointed at me “I did nothing wrong” these girls be getting me in trouble.

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Boomlords weird adventure

Chapter 38 hello doctor

The group of ponies turned their attention to a portal that opened up in BoomLord's home space. The familiar form of Boom walking out followed by a rather panic Twilight."WAIT YOUR WHAT!"this caught everyone's attention."I said my daughter do you need your hearing checked why I know a good doctor?"Twilight glared At him."you didn't think until now to inform me that you had a child!"immediately everyone in the room either dropped what they were holding or their jaw. Everyone was dumbfounded by the news. Boom perhaps the strangest creature they have ever had the chance to come across had a child."what are you all looking at it's not that surprising?"Deadpool immediately walked up an grabbed him by the shoulders."WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN!"once again Boom looked rather confused."uh 400 years ago something like that?"boom Lord seemed unsure before his eyes widened."oh wait a second you guys thought oh no it's not a biological daughter it's an artificial one."once again everyone looked confused."I made a synthetic living robot to put it simply I just never had a chance to activate it."immediately everyone took a deep breath in relief."now if you're all done panicking we need to see a doctor."Twilight folded her arms."why are we seeing a doctor if this was a robot?"there was skepticism in her voice leading her to believe that she wasn't so sure if boom was being truthful."he's the only one with the key to access her I left it that way so Lily couldn't turn her on."this only raised more questions."okay whatever so who is this doctor."he smiled at her question."the doctor."she looked puzzle."Doctor who?"his smile only got wider enjoying the fact that she so easily stumbled into this joke."exactly"

2 As so many times before boom Drew another circle. This time the words ,°Doctor who 10°is what he wrote in the center of it. Upon stepping through he was quickly joined by spike and an Twilight. The area they entered was a metal room with lights and a central large object in the center of the room. Apparently it was some sort of control console as far as any of them could tell. However boom knew exactly where he was."is the doctor in!?"his yell echoed through the chamber bouncing off the walls. There was no verbal response however the sound of footsteps could now be heard. A well-dressed man with brown hair walked into the room. The look of displeasure was prominent. He said nothing upon seeing boom only folding his arms looking dead at him with disappoinment. Twilight could feel tension between the two. Luckily it seemed to be less aggressive than the tension between Deadpool and boom."well lookie here 'Mr wanna be God of destruction' have you come to ruin another one of my days."his voice was clearly full of annoyance."you could say that I came to collect on one of the favors you owe me."the doctor rolls his eyes. Specifically this was the 10th version of the doctor."wait a bloody minute is that a dragon?"the voice of the doctor suddenly filled with excitement at seeing Spike"'uh yeah ? I guess I'm not common on this world?"the doctor's eyes widened again."holy hell you can talk! marvelous!"the doctor quickly walked past boom and went to shake spikes hand. Spike seemed to enjoy this enthusiasm given by the doctor."are you from another world? Well if you came with boom you most certainly are no dragons here on this Earth at least not now."Twilight took a step back from the doctor fairly confused by his words."don't mind the doctor he's a time traveler so he's seen just about everything there is to see including multiple dimensions."the doctor straightened his jacket noticing Twilight after boom spoke."and a pleasure to meet you ma'am."Twilight shook his hand but still kept her distance All things considered he was still an unknown."I hate to rush things doc but I'm going to need the sonic screwdriver."the doctor frowned at him."of all the things in the world you need that? Fine but after this consider us done and settled."boom shook his head."nice try doc you still owe me one more favor. Three destroyed daleks for three favors this is only the second one."the doctor then dropped his friendly attitude getting right into boom's face."you should know better than the play games with me boom. Off all creatures you know what I'm capable you know what I've done. And you should know better than to temp my patience."the doctor's voice was cold. But boom just smiled."I know exactly what you are doc. I know you are the last of the time Lords I've known you've stopped threats to the entire multiverse. To the very fabric of time and space.yet you know just as well not to test mine. Because even with your TARDIS ,even with your screwdriver,and even with your time and experience the infallible knowledge that you know.... You still don't understand me because I have lived a long time as well and for every unthinkable thing you've seen I have seen twice as much in half the time."the two stood there glaring daggers into each other. But the doctor just nodded his head and pulled out a small device handing it to Boom."until next time Boom."

With that final statement boom drew a portal not even saying goodbye to the doctor. Twilight and Spike followed giving the doctor a wave which he happily returned. The back of twilight's mind she began to think. 'did I just witness The clash of Titans.' the thought lingered in her mind as they stepped through a portal this time they were on a field and not the HQ. A tall building stood ahead of them with two double doors facing them. Above them the only words present were. *Welcome to aperture science where we do what we must because we can* film stud for a long moment looking at the device in his hand a screwdriver shaped object with blue tip."in case you're wondering why that was another person who I fucked up with.... I'd rather not talk about it if that's okay."his tone had turned somber."okay let's just meet your daughter."

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