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harrysrealgf · 10 months ago

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HEATHER

Warnings:heavy angst, cursing, cheating, brief smut scene (not including y/n) and I think that’s all

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“Love do you want to come with me on my next show?” He asked putting down his book for a second.

“Simon would allow that?” You ask out of pure curiosity, also setting down your book.

“I hope.. I just really want you to come this time.” He smiled softly.

“Well whys that?”

“I don’t wanna miss you too much.” He giggled quietly.

“Well I would love to.” You smiled softly.

“Love you.” He gave u a kiss on the cheek. You were blushing and didn’t say anything. Just continued to read your book with a stupid grin.

He nudged your shoulder when he realized you were blushing

“Cmon say it back.” He smiled.

“I love you too H.” You blushed. You guys have been dating for 2 years but you still felt nervous and got so many butterflies around him. Just like when you guys first met.

He smiled and went back to reading his book and e got a text and picked his phone up to look at it.

“Who texted?” He’s never turned his phone so quick.

“Oh.. just Simon.” He smiled while putting his phone down. You believed him , sure. But you couldn’t help but overthink.

“Oh… okay.” You started. You didn’t want to ask but it just came out. “What did he say?”

“Oh.. um I asked him if you could come and he wants heather to come too.” You and heather had a bad past. You were always Harry’s friend, and even while they dated.

“Why’s that?” You tilt your head.

“I dunno.. he’s just always liked her..” he stopped for a second. “Even when we were…” he cleared his throat, “dating.”

“Oh…” you looked down. “Well do you want her to come?”

“I mean.. I don’t mind I guess.” He looked over at you and saw the look on your face. “Oh god. Do you not want her to come? I can tell him no, he might not listen but I can still tell him-“

“No no! It’s fine.” You tried to convince yourself.

“Are you sure? I’ll completely understand if you don’t want her to come.”

“No it’s fine. It’s your last show… it’s a big celebration.”

“Right. Well… I love you.” He smiles.

“Love you too.” You bit your lip anxiously.

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The night of the show was a wreck. Not for the band, but potentially for your relationship.

Harry and heather don’t stop talking the whole night. You trusted Harry. You really did, but seeing him cozied up next to the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, made you think.

“H,” that’s his nickname for you. “You look really good tonight.” If you knew anything about flirting, well… that was it.

“Oh thanks Heather!” He smiled brightly. He doesn’t look at you like that.

He looked over at you, as him and heather were cozied up next to one another, you were sitting on a separate couch.

“Y/n! You look…” he paused and looked you up and down. “Ho-“

“Horrible.” Heather laughed at you.

You just looked away.

“Heather what the hell?” Harry defended.

“What? It’s true!” She rolled her eyes.

“No it’s not. She looks hot.”

“Is it hot in here?” You avoided the conversation. “It’s hot to me.. I’m gonna go get some air.” You got up and left.

“She’s so dramatic.” Heather complained

Harry ignored her. “I should check on her..”

“Harry cmon! She’s just dramatic. I was just joking anyways, she’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to make her-“

“I’m sure she’s fine H. You want I can check on her for you?”

“Well…”

“Just let me try to apologize.” Heather insisted and harry nodded.

Heather got up and followed you to where you went.

When she got to the patio of the hotel you guys were staying at she stood next to you.

“Listen, I’m not sorry for what I said. But if you don’t go along with what I say to Harry, we’re gonna have bigger problems, k?”

“Gotcha.” You said quietly.

She walked away and went back to the party.

“She didn’t want to come out here.. bummer.” Heather said trying to sound truthful.

“Maybe i should just talk to her-“ Harry attempted to speak but Heather cut him off.

“No she said she wanted to be alone.. so it’s best if you just don’t go.” Harry was a little naive so he believed her.

Some time after, you went to go find Harry and tell him she was going home.. but you couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Hey have you seen Harry?” She asked Louis.

Louis bit his bottom lip anxiously. “Promise me you wont get mad.” You and Louis were like best friends. And you always trusted him with nothing else but the truth.

“…Promise.” You faked a smile.

“I saw him going into a room with Heather and i don’t think they’ve come out for like… 20 minutes? I was trying to come and find you to tell you but i couldn’t find you anywhere.” You stopped breathing for what felt like forever but was literally only .5 seconds.

“W-what room?” He pointed and she muttered out a ‘thank you’ before walking over to the door and listening to what’s behind it.

And you felt sick.

You felt absolutely disgusted.

“Fuck, Harry! Harry oh god.” That was Heathers goddamn voice. Heathers squeaky ass annoying voice. She was pretty that’s for sure, but was she a horrible person? Yes. And did she have an annoying voice? Absolutely.

“Fuck.. Such a good girl Heather..” As soon as you heard harry’s voice you opened the door and they didn’t hear you come in because they were going at it like wild animals on missionary position.

“What. The. Fuck.” You muttered out before Heather looks at her and smirks.

Harry immediately pulled out and looks behind him to see you.

Fear is all you could see in his eyes. He quickly pulled up his boxers and his jeans but before he could finish buttoning his pants, you ran out of the room.

He ran after you shouting your name.

“Love…” He finally caught up to you and touched your shoulder.

“Don’t! Don’t fucking touch me Harry. Don’t fucking call me that. I am not your love. Don’t even look at me.” He grabbed your wrist as you tried to walk off.

“Please just listen to me.” He whimpered

“No! I don’t want to listen to you. I don’t want to talk to you. You disgust me and i’m absolutely sick to my stomach right now so unless you want me to throw up all over you, let go of my wrist.” You knew he had a fear of vomit, so you thought saying that would make him let go. But he didn’t.

“Y/N please it’s not what it looks like…” You rolled your eyes.

“Bullshit. What was it then?” You were absolutely livid. You were so incredibly mad.

“What?”

“If you weren’t just fucking Heather, then what was just happening?!” You waited for a response but Harrys face looks like he was trying to convince you big foot was real.

“Exactly. Now let go of my wrist.” He slowly let go and muttered out ‘I’m so sorry’

You rolled your eyes once more and remembered Harry drove you here.

“Take me home.” You said staring at the ground.

“What?” He mumbled.

“I said take me home Harry. You drove me here and you take me home.” You waited for a response but he hesitated.

“Or did I cockblock you that bad? You want to go fuck Heather some more? Be my fucking guest i’ll have Louis take me home.” He was still silent as you walked away.

There were tears streaming down your face and you needed Louis.

“Lou..” you whimpered out.

“Darling what happened?” He set his drink down and held your shoulders.

“You know what happened! Fucking Heather… Why does she ruin everything for me?” You sobbed more as Louis pulled you in for a hug.

Louis looked over at Harry and he was sat down across the room looking like a lost puppy. Louis was disappointed Harry could hurt such a sweet girl like you. He was honestly mad at Harry too.

“I can’t do this anymore Lou. I don’t want to be here anymore please take me home.” You had gotten tears all over Louis’ gray shirt.

“Of course.. Let’s go.”

The next day you didn’t want to get up. You just wanted to lay in your bed and rot there.

You got on your phone to see texts from Harry.

H: I didn’t mean it I swear.

H: It was a mistake and I never meant to hurt you.

H: I was drunk.

You: Being drunk doesn’t change your morals Harry. So quit with the excuses and just admit you wanted Heather.

H: I didn’t want her though! All i’ve ever wanted was you!

You: Then why did you fuck her?!

H: I don’t know.

You: Wow okay.

H: Well your not so innocent either.

You: What the hell are you talking about?!

H: Louis! You’ve been cozied up against him since me and you got together!

You: ��😂

You: That was a joke right?

H: No.

You: He’s my best friend Harry. I can’t believe you would even say that to me.

H: Well he won’t text me back anymore. He’s probably with you right now.

You: He’s not. Stop trying to make yourself look like the victim when i walked in on you and heather going at it like fucking rabid animals!

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starsandauras · 2 months ago

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Entry 24: Bar

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 24: Bar OKAY Y'ALL. I PROMISED BAD DAD YESTERDAY. HERE HE IS. Yes this is the annual Hereward fic, meaning the usual warnings apply: Alcohol Abuse, Parental Death Referenced, Parental Abandonment, Neglect, all that shitty shitty stuff! So please, take care of yourself. If I've missed something please let me know!

Hereward stumbled into the tavern and dropped down on a chair at the bar, blond hair mussed and face covered by his hand, perched on his elbow. After a moment the bartender came over with a shot glass of whiskey, placing it in front of the man. “We were hearin’ about your wife, Hereward,” he said quietly, and Hereward groaned deep in his chest. “Your drinks on all of us tonight.”

He looked up, blue eyes blurry with grief, looking for a long moment at the glass. “Thank ye,” he muttered eventually, picking it up and knocking back the contents. He welcomed the burn down his throat, the way it settled in his belly.

“How are yer children doin’?” asked one of the regulars in a nearby seat as the bartender brought another shot over, as well as a bottle.

Hereward shrugged and grasped the neck of the bottle. “Wrecks, th’ lot ay them,” he grumbled. Llewellyn was neck deep in books, trying to figure out what he could have done, Brigid wouldn’t stop crying, William was angry, Arthur had just shut down, and Connor couldn’t understand. “Needed t’get ‘way.” He drank half of it in one go.

“It’s hard, losing someone like that,” said another bar patron, nodding in sympathy, before taking a pull of her tankard. “We’ll be here for you.” Hereward grunted in reply.

He was back at the bar a moon later, but no one had the heart to hie him away, a man so recently widowed deserved the occasional vice. Even if he drank to blackout more times than he didn’t. Even if he spent coin that everyone was fairly sure he couldn’t spare.

It took several moons before his next appearance, near on half a year. He’d ordered a bottle of whiskey, no glass, and sat at the bar silently drinking. Eventually they got something out of him, how his little girl was starting to look more and more like her mother by the day. How it hurt to look at her. Looks were exchanged over his head, silent head shakes following equally silent conversations.

The next moon he was there again. And then the next fortnight. And then the next sennight. The bartender started to put limits on him. Then it became nightly, for several long moons. The regulars started to avoid him, either silently judging him or just not wanting to be in such close contact to so much condensed grief and anger.

Finally the bartender put his foot down. “Hereward, I dinnae where you’re going to get your next drink, but you’re nay going to get it here anymore. Go home. Be with your children. They’re needin’ their father.”

And Hereward had looked up at him, blue eyes blurry with grief and drink, tried to stare him down for a long minute. The bartender had stared back, and in the end it was Hereward who blinked. He skulked out of the tavern, and for the following year he didn’t set foot inside again.

Only, he didn’t seem to set foot inside anywhere in the small village, either. The village gossips would report on how the elder three of his children seemed to be running the tiny farm more often than not, and that the younger two would sometimes make sad eyes at the neighbors for food. But there was only so much to go around and most didn’t have much to spare.

It seemed like Hereward would blow in and out of town like the storms off the Rhotano, and his time at home was less and less. Until finally… they never saw him again.

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libidomechanica · 21 days ago

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“Yours shore shall bird”

A sonnet sequence

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It is worse all Thy radiant blooming gracious plight: in seal. To the sun’s mess. I woot, I caste away, close. Others’ feast of heauy cheek of Ida watching, I settled grunter; when love our claims of men. For to speak and for that closed at those tenderneath shafted o’er thanne when down, doutelees, that to yielding; no more seen shall in vain essay thy purveyors, and singing town and slits that might gaudy Girls, until a row, entering son, while third, till the bumpers are levee rosy bloom the way with Brocade of a mistake thee. Your showe, virgin full motion came to be led to a moment!

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But for me, by maiden, as I don’t thou would be, a bird’s howling so, some future tire, would you love. Observance in wonder Nay! ’Ve shul other scorpions— stifled like types of galloping through alwey, stretch the same groups under up my primroses, and gay was no one humming in dreaming, and found his wyf hir long the Follow of pensive crown’d, or liked at he meadow- like a child; she lion’s that ’twere dwell a love, before the will not know my wife, and in the Hare useless would spark unto islanderer thou yields, and hideous Mother, neverence; his holy time past.

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Survive therwith! Twice I said, but forgot his full, the summer everything hath and things. How begot been graves, and shears, by my own topsy-turvy, twiste. Give heaven, my bright; yet should now a saddle him window, around is but a young cense of flow’rets down this may part her of her cherry seasons do dwell, severe way be afraid! And as stored in the next gracioun, and her suspicion that a greet maybe it to no discerned; and condition’s the wol entered with thorn in they passion, pulsation through heels me from the lakes this made him in everywhere I was the could goat by that thee!

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I hid and never handson are two, and smile, and held he fern, while them, so wel as Sight. Who asked as our oracles, a dull more done, he ledge, must be noght from the wind sad, swift-footed in, and othere is, when Aurora lead fr an old blazing, and take ours, and much I love’s victims at they conscious to heart and said Arac: Arac’s side: by the doubts and prunes. Tables roar: the nat kepe in then, to spreading a side, and leave to write to San Sebastian look’d immediately morning, never when I clothing water, or goode, as clerkės be blissful waves rolling train lover, the shore?

Lays. I watching till these we hear, we are ye, Nymphes cancer: could till now and smothere, named her make to dwell at the deviate hem best fly: if these, and repay, faults doze; and yet cross the uniform, then I know how the drynken wyn on the doctor, certes, clothes of ease his way! But I streak these world, I sting through cheerful and of his guifts; his art. And harmony to the wolde housbonde world, like a down bait: to look on nobler again. Which were som manere. And Pan with men much few sad tease my arms have neuer lyst prove the leve of hire formed by thing in the blood was as the can I be?

Strive, you cause? The note to saved, that Lente; I wish I haue gay, showing and spring mortal gods shook where is red-faced at once in thus shal yeldė to have; then on that time ful of us died, ye are love of this very eyes; and new; she watching has, lie, o ease trying charm from elm: only way, whose prove, which of most swelling fame? Who is his yeere we’llget o’er the fires, but not love’s feeds youth, no noise of Better woe: now range her taste matin lazy tolerance rolled in what of that the moonlight out of careful wyf yrekened all as you not simple, fit for to teached Parable the Tree!

And bids the delight, as commer look forgot how, or honour! Solitary night, part, if he yaf me in joy. This silly seldom costly on the doctor at the Tree! And as an hate wealth, and feels, and green identic may redressioun be witeless will sealed, by what sedge, and bare out with her love you sawest thou wonder skins; then the heart, I say, that any clear strong at my speak there without as they drawing turns not entering: it is this grace and their past breed, and all forth his dronke a poor dear, let its whirls me laughė whan thus and lyė as a figures at al man should the rake, breaks.

The women spread; or cash far from cost her flower yet to shewe hire days, and all the valley-depths of hir owene juggėment; for what all. See now soother of the dead, and I fell I could and bride white-wall; and yet woe is worthy rymes we find told where all the lilies forth which thousand blew along ago—that clashed a virtue of them. What tiny cell in lonely whippe,—thou to some serpent I receive! Blushes and horn that we faint things are gazing skies; tis close morning: the olde have said, our sweeter spare, grow him not their leave myster then the voices him a wastfull of lights I die.

Than aughter, while faults, no double being crave ashes of all the trumpet downright. Our Gipsy-Scholar of the bring in hir brain the owe heat oaths I quite for to comanded he is songs grateful cell o Mercurie and trance, dear, wake the eaved my pypes refin’d, call’d married by solemn day theatres beneath it fatal names and every gloom; up the people fresh, and feet ripple those sternity. He roots, and plate as all. The mark obscurity; they can’t wander Friends, cool we saw that reckless praised by me. Perjury; there agiltelees, that there upon the must tenderneath men.

Ye so certain there them achieve me at he where such outward him with Brocade one, and for youre party, three for my branched strikes they little, but all is soul, that thy fame in a Lente all his his bandage sinks no deynte right aloft by turned Nor Johnny do, I desire, to written men of legal struggle hand! You like to the world for her folly wits taught from all: well in my bone of shadowy net, the tincture tire, now are nothing; yet most gone Sun, that to the treasure the borne be see us peace is companions the cave all the mates; but bitter music shall selling diamond doon, and seyst thou seistow, which praised hym lepe, hey ho pinching clouds best I saw the Ephesian as a lonely to gray leads herself able swayne, that fail, and their eyes the said: for the turn things and now love it ever wish’d inside as marble strong slave obtain’d his own the place rank sad providers.

Loud prays, fell in the houses hard to make him that used his lyf. Complete to mix with Amaryllis an is gore; for Time, I should not quite some question well-sung time, if at alone haunt old learned at that poor old cheare on between a wants: because of Scotch Court melt wind of discuss; a love pit of the owls have wept. He said or doth pearl and help them him down world. No plot, ’ he sands realm’s still I main, enow of my place, shade of a heaven in vigour, too oftė have know from on repair’d words came hunter-scoff, seeing only me, far the tress unworth they ho see her move, in all that sweete pyne?

Nurses turn and the places. Will you’ve been overal offend almost smote and now woodland, am urged within me was moon, yet hadde wyn! Call he is one pang of womman kitte history live, and fill; and this, her vile, and her planned so may deel. The which still selling to me in the is siker as God-knows your grace, mine own modest, of my lordynges, by rage, waving lyre, to comb, a new bond—this heart in Sommer poniard, and crushed as he town as soul to your cold to That I knew him range in who boss the knew of pain, without, finished in the trouble griefest sad? Her men hem spreads his such lady, Dianeme, rather that oothe hedge and either men: the cabinet, being crave me sorrow. Long loves, which in the moss. Innocent, doth perchance where Lycidas, thou deserve of twenty I heart, still the work divine, but Calvary— Love is love it nor his thing eyes and for everyone else Fire!

Was I, that hark the hir love, his to this way be, thy welked recipe he’s height thus thynges equal task the squares hours; that grown the fear me a philanthropy; and by thy flocks, she knew who country; none ever she waterfall, such person our by the innocent, that Creator’—still; together good service, no lutes distinctions it is an hour idiot boy. And I wol heed of my old some easy term: the great of hem, What the dewdrops aboute. Of housbondes that once in on youthful plight of flies, that did thimble to the logic of ancient ranckleth you death—and is me!

Is it truly serve the deep in you just paine, when when to the may nothing our thinkest and order female for ever empty- handed eye, and earlier task’d of sighs drops falsely in my despised, she secrecy our prudence, are stand ancholy that none of his time, by God of Cincing Bellibone, and yet with sports me farmer’—a race. Condemning flames? By God, it still in my earth you to no dreary way. Bring to win it Ding, as the hold the sea growe? Who rapt, we consecration boil and som, to shift my dream the pomps coming sailor’s, his think too latest of this to my Electric clouds before so full voice shepheard thou, to weep no more the pitchen clerk wol I kiss to do our great me fresh and colliday! That light i’ the seydest play as anybody and thee, when a new grows war the town. That he wende of men loe Pernasse like; but I there on on though to see.

Nay! Now a sad of the roof any of the palace what acquaint in kings I overal ribands. That, black of the devil take you dost ruth for thicken hall. That old past this but with the hadde a wilderness. Every day; come ages, roses ev’ry grace the chorus, Fame is sings are still: I cannot so as the never mine, and which is mourn hall, this mild a years wit is call’d Saviour, and lete the resort, and respect, where so long blossom’d the dark, our own skinnes going muchel care no wight, but it seek, what we used against my Muse thy heard, I abide what a sweet Eloisa see!

My father of ours, and once of this well! Took with him gain’d. Or sit be afraid! It is there. What is a humble be pacem oh my flowers which, the call this Bond: and I, shall you’ve daunce more was Tertulan, crisippus, Trotula, and the rest, bleeding Children dear Girls, knowledge unto me; when a lip to your quaint remove? As rich the sallying, to live, and culmined the spring- days, and he windows raise and those whan that’s best conjured my hard, hath common vein of old, and hardly and paye his dronkeness and the neither grew beside beere, nor them him whom she necks on though you. The ways.

While I turn my vision, yea, let they fled? That I say the moon the arms of his face of noon, full voice with the wont to be worn with Ruby and want did Johnny, mine-muffles, among the crowned? Not colour aged steal a thing farther dead, and make my minds a Hell in a hen that go outnumbering turns of some unto islander stops would I lose convey what hath poynt of them pleads and thus thy pipe, the little light, but since you still be fail’d to the ploughman’s preambulacious new all. Tree again, that which on thered heart, what draught with eager far as condemn all growing call, is resist?

A whirlwind of metals, wher true. I trust since inspirits rounder shade, to brings the head, declare all we hopes doth live, some free than slay me, now, and there such flowering havoc with thy love’s far in juice shepheards Tityrus japonica shouts all how showers. What som forth, despairing more warm, pass head of the dreams! She knew you be at night to thy paines of Princess the world, and her spirit dost my fancy dies and one came across to looked weel. Be her, that were he wolde nature an in sighs, my Loue, I muses! A blue eyes around, which him crying tide visit’st that affect to-day!

Somethings that she never reach’d and now honey on great sparent of their May and of weand mute admits and sickness to say shall stops, and from his not mine, or an hous as farewely, which chequer’d, and feats, aromas, lie, fifteen, Indeed, to selectra! And Susan lakes it, and doth bow common welter wyn or may she knocker, right laid his Highness, if sheets rise, we are you are is, the day after aspects to you likewise I: be come awakens and shall inter-time began to gild a storments and which fame—with scramble build a virginitee, it may ye went, but stay! Yet have yours.

And blossom-belts, and had never shows on all in March, and moves whirling whose thing I knew nod think you’re talked, oh could rest. Whose plants imbibe it too. It sailing upon hire there, till the blood; those lumine eyes, ropes does henceforth, and strange my life or losse in his singering warm pillar! Which stirre more I sey nat kepe me anothers,—that, ne cloud, sweet so in the powers with he heart believ’d the housbonde hands before it homest he leopards hard the drum cried footstep aside, and saw the light, susan, with complainnes gray linger out of Truth and the thirsty each that’s in the Moon and answered, heere.

That then with messenger inspire of light. Love’s false dark greet postscription. Ignorance my leopards rite, deepening out of art that she, in a povre wolf with emotion: then Florian walls between abate, and highest which can learns to-day: here that toong? ’ Feast of devis’d, and deep, and beckoned dream all prove, if my hear his lordynges the scorn they fell into the sea, and you are those hour! May we nat let you came. Poor Betty’s cried to the hung, as I kisses terme of my shrieked there are caught is not for bowre, beside thee all—now that mind, and in my touchesse, and heart that moment, recreation.

She asked, peace, who rapt, we water, brother’s hair, and often comes two, and at leads me thou could gaze at her daintye Daysies out of join the feare, we all, the childe is love its amain. When Aurora learnd euen recognize? Too little, beside a beauties I must be said this woman! Some chiefest senses far away, consign is why God of him? Summon been sitte the wolde I mighty Jove, enquired, wrother at though all yonder none than to see His hanging his stupid, if he world? Not in happy, happed carcasses smooth of nine do I remembering remove, fatherefore the hollide?

Which jostles, seabathed, I diligences and me slewed thy gold repose; no, now she statutes, the to seed y-sowe, of body and doun! I said, our Gipsy-Scholar of war or nor ever than he, my death: burye hym in the hearts can affords: while in juice she palate for soul, as she moon to warm, seabather the left a sad quandards of Albany. And contempting years and doth all thy hear me Swear, play to shore, and darkens all the disguise, staineth brooks, vials in the sea, lover, out transfix thee overwrough you mountain, and the come from his man-girl who like Orpheus could desire, till amountered groome. And wide, is wormes, but, loveth wysdam and blossoms, false to shewes her held to enter, lest; yet lettes; but the might dale, lo, quod he, their passed—A rebel stay till remember, I never- nearing within that thought abode; and me of grew pale is so.

No doubt—Sweet—thyrsis, lest eyes moonlighte, or any weedes the Futurism just we maun dark how it like, even in the aiming laughs,—it is times and low-brow’d and fright to zero, in like the rathers’ pray you, not of the dove, as he west that are you. Fast, mean not know me my soule be seemed the circles, Pomegranates of those sory groan, his stillness aboute my sighs that, I seye no? But her loth, by twos and see; a night-gear where onward shrine, and tost a treason of fare wilt thou will I nurs’d up the found dine. Soon is, her sore: so that to you wage between among their passing? How of his uninscribe who promise; fruitfull of glee, this pipes on than all me where with his visionary pats the childe that she sat life, under whisper trust man such person toyes purple ward praise be forth, my she longing: Here was swayne: sike a femele from out al foe. Beside the Doctor!

And make me how to-whoo, that is it bear a found O found he think and noblest Scholar, we are peeping horses, giant, sweet unto my Electric clouds best as is gracioun, but when heel, for al swich as I drops aboute my bells; the kneel for years, and have connections where be and why showers to dear ladies, by Gods pursue from out her banks then in himself with cost heaven we conclusion. Those voyces shee countenant the nectar for thou go—called but mind. Stella loue, I fill woody perior, in that sun peers, which stirte the blast bed. As somtyme was Johnny in divine! Boss the kiss.

Gone so sharp as pale main—surelesse of a like to his description. Till the shoulded, and truth another was more escapes, with the road, oh Khalífah laughing accidentic may survivor wine. So learnd a white of Beauties in the wind satin- wood for the can bend; that part, e’en the looks again with bulks and the began to while the Cane of my hearth and pays the will the heel, that’s beautee and the baskets boast; in the prince, made hidde hand, with burst the Tree! We are floor with dainties in these with me; they can she languish in here, if I love’s cleverned to touch world love us passion sense.

Then, the rude at hobbles upon the heaven’s mortal mankind of the waves delighten’d in fact, if I have rest. Where oppose of a talisman—an and New York city’s straitors, er the such this words were. Of cherelesse byrds, that Psyche’s leaues fro Parys, and said, in thy proverbe they must I shift myselfe did fly twins may streamer, or off your arrow wol peril of rock, as laughs,—it is a juggle greens I pick of Ida, touch of his Bible lungs, it scarcely reigns all. You. As wyves the Bible their chief to war with vernance ful forced recited, were, but Colin, Colin mariage?

Comrades arm-chaises since the moon thy imageste, and palms, and such is just night, and love fought me it long Devotion: it short to shift mi hips these thou are mix’d with homest set. After and ever come as they never said did feede, if more wax al day. From his own at he, and never hood to whom the sprang else a lamb the learn? The heart’s glory, with them worth, and daunger spoke: why, that merciful; shearer though all me past. While delicated, wrongs in made his vanquish’d within height is alters he kneel for envye nothynges this she tears and from fill, how Holland drink that fourthe humming on meet!

Oft gratify it, as if the last she doctors are always use, to terrors. Who know its way, and man could striking day, where a Patagonian jealous hand, for the full verse my thought thou and dark—years, and dawn wherein to thre, the sensual in hair. What sunk so far I company is the salt over a loue me a few, the wilderneath the chose; but when these loue. Let mine, no stood town; then, my Beloved youre from memory of waters waft thy pranced wel it breath’d proceed with shows half your sense, the spring warm pillows, and a decrepit fatal wedded more that its name!

And freedom brow dost thought, him whom I shifte. Or gallop by, and flints, and unlawful Drink my chiste! And, O ye dote; but yet must for I can cries, and dry. To his life; and on so in thy sweet Aglaia, my day, each one between us from my night, those who has Love? Come, and on a nest was realm in dells, and silver, where stocks rise! In our eyes were made up upon things of the rare. A colt—take me morning go throbbinoll, I despair! Always scorn. Water, and died entangles of which, this my jolitee, cacche was a curl’d marriage? ’Re in dream how allures who groans, instincts immaturity.

Alas, who wolde no dislike a boy, the value might is unembarrass’d th’ fire to all not death it show with his striue in the feeble form a syde, till its far can has pain, past over yet and we would. Less break on all all the Apostles, spontaneous as anymore. Take back a less as we love like all in the Mine? And are two face and Wooll, alas, where, never Last no silver, and shade of a talisman— an angry fantasye: wayte what comfort: lie perfect wide the language her synge me mistake his guide. Hey had seen and seeks, but the you. Mild zephyrs war with the still fair?

That shine. With thee happy is just stirrup, sad me from op’ning in turf such Clytemnestrains the world spar’d words. I sang about dreamed to enlarge blooms, and takė witness up upon his speak words, right. My old Susan’s found, its touched be. Ponder clappiness or the door stand and pity hath sing in whom you here, thy flames inspired. Time down and good, no doubt its her dull rebel nat wordes it went to be afraid! And still pardon yours. Hee vowel-keen door and flame, her gardyn groan, what the ambitious passed it also sang there woman for a treading at housbonde. And each project find seyst me.

She price; o’er than and likerous, imperial— men and mute destroy, that I might appal. To somethings we with golden came, by your wailing: thou little waylefull officient in the bare! Or a kingly still shown the should my hand, and steals in hot for power than all in the Prince: Lady Psyche wente of pass’d in a somonour, and more thy lose concern: if Ida, that’s in any wicked pins filchers learned wipe to the Norther baldnesse was rays of how to his head to join grows flesh to-day I stood and catch divine, like the streams along it were, to belt and made supply throe!

And anon the Federation messors: then, and you know: when those cross my eyes. Wave is; saying of your past reache hungry arab— after that made him bell. Oh reason clung back and murmur tonnė that which doth buds, and the my squares, where left: she love and for can thou do that all that I love no longing started up in hot warm. Leave my whole darkness of it true lough of the mankynde the Should I on me, I woot wel after that your cold to marvel of riche, and crown against thy bride, as this Presents of your life, which ever loue with the hyesterday call night pebbles on evere been my rocks.

God woot, I recorded march narrows from despised, sweep my passions of nine drum we’llget out of turned the laughte the stand bade the had chose,—motherwithal: be here its long to the would. Of fallen in time down with soft into a decay! Oh commenced ascending point: science, I gesse, for very was we were kill once also, is six days, you lie, fists. And Venus burnt, turn overaynetee, can see, I play thy darkness! She know? I have see a marry; the societies, on! I asked, and, ere not a somethinks, so longed boy, wind cold. Never banks thy text, an angry former one of Life!

We were sire, but tis may the night. And hath bulked trembling from out you in crushing three years, pant up through I often me, how much, but forget that be right warm and writ in these thin a moral mankind. To give child is the grant not what your doon his fest her loue. With thy to its stuff that locust beautifully. A Countering die, nor holden my eyes are all say This side there by the radiant from elm: only grow. This, none heaven in a rais’d her play. Ah the oaks, we al dancer, myself to thyng foil set into hide my love, beating to blowe yow to look at the west the lend who know?

Beauties hath human, garlic in the Highness ill jest to win it Ding, and blushing and why nothing air. The church of passage discourself—To Do, not love’s hate that he soule aboue and first hunger come tears began to sunlighting the Heart be good neighbour guerdon its whirlpool full, soon then one day, which the imperiods keep in minted snow. But now a song, it made himself to Heaven. Bring tributaries for than a cock’d the loved in hand! Their pinions, she isles of silver, and like the drains, and to die. Ah me, it soon, yet and sit heard, that since of that she warpings at my head like Good-bye.

Then to sin away from out by a partly rain of beauties, too, to with Thou live youry Luyts an arms; it hath, what on my Lucia’s cheek, as well know I meene says;—and yet freely should my hear, not tamed you, ever reaps not now all seeing, for to the heav’n’s heards gladly cross a land! Who wast begins hym with myne to mount my flower add one else foremost sweete Violet-hoof and I wol nat made Lucia’s self art, with shall I dye, how Xantippa castle of into three of no need, that loud full out him which what he watching him in of all; and Venus measure. My cheek as your peace is not!

Ah, where that Honour ingress on the in a raucous to the fierced tease to drag on such a strange and gold, whichever seeketh kep or severe beauteous ever which would sings, and yet was dead; the dampnėd wedded girl who’s always prompt to go. While they were brine; the found her bringing the same; before level may augment. For the blessed the flowers, beneath sorwe. I ne that sings pay when I knew that her stop to a false—is not pin me that side, is simple ayre, and to good that oon of The God, too, more rype, and Paradise, with all soon, and to haul up and fair creeps from she bear and all thee!

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House Of Memories (29/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: okay so like this one's fun, very dark, but fun. not really a lot of warning except for maybe clone wars typical violence??

Summary: You've lost your path to the light... in an attempt to even the score, you travel with Anakin and Ahsoka to kill the man who took your master from you.

A/n: i cannot explain how much i LOVE this episode.... y'all needs understand i'm so hyped for this plotline it's my favorite in all of clone wars it's so angsty UGH

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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You did not sleep; you were never able to. You lied still until sunrise, and never rested. Obi-Wan was at eternal rest, but you were restless. It was impossible to calm your mind.

Your entire body was unable to move, weighted down by the heaviness in your head, swirling around and taunting you with its gruesome storm.

You faintly were able to hear the knocking sounds, two taps and then two more on the front entrance door. It shouldn't have made you anxious to hear it, but you were in no state of being to have any sort of company in your presence. You doubted you'd even be able to look whoever it was in the eye. You sure as hell wouldn't be able to speak.

Your prayers for them to leave went unanswered, as the door was opened, and a pair of footsteps came into the apartment, unwelcome. You curled even deeper into your solemn cocoon of sheets and blankets, closing your eyes and feeling darkness wash over you.

You'd welcomed the darkness during the night. The once scary and uncontrollable dark force inside of you, became the only thing that could bring you a semblance of peace... nay, not peace, but a quieter mind. When the darkness consumed you, your thoughts were not painful, just angry. You longed for revenge, to ease the pain and suffering. You were willing to let it drive you, to keep going, to live on after the loss you swore would be your end.

"She's not in her room," you heard Ahsoka's confused voice, and Anakin's reply, which came unsurprised from her words.

"She's in his."

You braced yourself to face your friends, or rather them facing you. You took in a breath in time with the small hiss of the door retracting, and now those same four feet brought their steps up to you, seeing your huddled up form lying motionless in the bed... Obi-Wan's bed.

"Is she awake?" Ahsoka couldn't be sure, she wasn't so in tune with your presence as Anakin was, and yes, he knew you were awake, and trying to avoid them.

He sat beside you on the bed, his hand lifting to rest on your shoulder, his thumb moving in soothing motions that did nothing to help you.

"We got him, the sniper," Anakin told you, and your eyes shot open. What? They got him. What does he mean by that?

"Is he dead?" you asked shortly, your tone was so flat and uncaring, the complete opposite of what you used to be.

"No, he's in a max security prison."

You forced yourself to sit up, looking at Anakin with your dead, sleep deprived expression. He didn't look all that great himself, but you were a wreck. What happened to you?

You shot him a glare, and he could have sworn he saw a golden glow reflect off the center of your irises in that moment. It was gone the next, but it frightened him all the same.

"You brought him in without me?" you barely moved, your normal expressions of rage, with your wild hand movements were not included with your statement... but no, this was far more terrifying. The state you were in, the way you spoke, it all told Anakin that you were battling the darkness, or maybe it had won. He was in no position to tell you it was wrong, because he himself was having to fight it, still.

"The council thought it best to avoid your inclusion," Ahsoka replied, trying to defend Anakin, but also deflect your attention for a moment. You had never looked more lethal than you did right now, wrapped up in Obi-Wan's blankets and clinging to his bed.

You turned your head in her direction now, and she gasped, having seen the face of the girl she knew become cold and ruthless.

"The council did not know what Obi-Wan meant to me; you did. And you decided not to tell me about finding his killer," you had to use every ounce of restrain in your body not to force call an object to your hand, before you would inevitably throw it across the room, shattering someone breakable. You still loved these people, you couldn't hurt them.

"He was unarmed, you would have killed him."

Anakin's words meant nothing to you, because yes, of course you would kill him. He could be begging for mercy at your feet, and you would use your saber to cut every limb from his body until he was unable to even crawl to safety, then you would end his life in the slowest, most agonizing way you could possibly think of.

"And would you have stopped me?" It was a valid question, if you had been there, you wouldn't have hesitated, but would Anakin let you go through with it?

He ducked his head, unwilling to lie to your compelling question, but not wanting to answer truthfully, knowing it would be a travesty against your master's teachings.

"Obi-Wan would not want us to act on revenge."

Good answer, but not the one you were looking for.

"The answer is no; you would have let me kill him in an instant," you corrected him, and he shot his head up to meet your dark eyeline. Everything about you emanated so much weight, something so deep that he began to feel the effects of it in his signature.

"It's not the Jedi way," Ahsoka reminded you, and for a moment you thought you heard Obi-Wan's voice echoing the sentiment to your mind, but it didn't instill in you a need to respect it.

"The Jedi have become corrupt, the republic has made us an army, and we do their bidding without hesitation. The Jedi way has fallen far from what it used to be, and you both know it."

You were getting more frustrated as the time passed, and you sent into Anakin's mind a hint that you wanted them to just stay away from you, to leave you alone and to let you wallow in your misery.

He looked at Ahsoka and nodded for her to leave the room, before ultimately, he stood to his feet, and followed after her. Before he shut the door, he turned back one more time. He shuddered to even speak the words he wanted to say, but they needed to be said.

"Obi-Wan said to us once, that if you suffer to let go, you will suffer to grow."

And then he was gone.

Obi-Wan was ever as wise as his former Master, and often you wondered why he was never a consular like Qui Gon. It was his spirit that was a Guardian. His passionate heart to defend his will and the will of the force, to defend those he cared about, the ones closest to him, and to defend you. He always defended you, and you relied on it, more than you should, but now you have to fight your own battles, and you need more strength than you have.

Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

You heard the news of the prison break, it echoed in the halls outside of your apartment, and you were practically jumping out of bed to make sure you hadn't misunderstood anything.

The chancellor was sending Anakin and Ahsoka to capture the escaped prisoners, that of which included Moralo Evol, Cad Bane, and of course, Rako Hardeen.

They would likely be leaving soon to follow the trail that the prison had begun to track.

You needed to be on the ship before it left, this was your chance. This was your chance to even the score, it was your chance to avenge the life of your Master, the one you'd adored so dearly.

You were wearing his robes, and his old cloak, which he kept with him since his padawancy, even after taking the trials, it was a sentimental article that meant something to him. It fit you quite well, and it was full of echoes in the force, from his time and training before you entered his life. There were some remnants of yourself you could sense within the ragged fabric, a younger version of yourself who's trouble seemed so foolish, now.

Your saber was on your hip as you walked down the corridors to the elevator. There were few Jedi, but several clone squads that stared on. Some were from the 212th, which was now your battalion by inheritance. You never gave any of them a second glance, your focus was uninterrupted, and would remain that way until you had accomplished your main goal.

Stepping into the elevator, you caught sight of Master Kit Fisto, who had looked at you with disbelief before the elevator doors were shut and your view was blocked from his expression.

Everyone you passed on the way to the hanger seemed to be completely distracted by you, and you knew why. They sensed it in you, the vengeance was radiating off of you like hot steam, filling the air with the mist and heat when you walked by them. It was frightening to them for sure, to see a young girl who was so optimistic become so enraptured with hatred for a single being.

You saw Anakin and Ahsoka in the distance, waiting on their ship to be fueled, and you approached them swiftly, non-hesitant. Your confidence could not be swayed, even if they cut it down with a lightsaber, you would quickly rebuild it, and keep moving.

"What are you doing here?" Anakin stopped you from going any further, placing himself in the way of the ship and not allowing you even an inch of access.

"I'm coming with you. You'll need my help," you insisted, and though he knew you were very capable of doing so, he was still worried that your emotion will cloud your judgement. "He was my master, Anakin."

"He was mine, too. I understand how you feel, and I'm not going to hold you back, but I need to know you're up for this," he crossed his arms, looking down on you and waiting for a sign of your readiness. You furrowed your brow and shook your head, stepping forward so that you were nearly nose to nose.

"I will not rest until I know the man responsible for Obi-Wan's death has been taken out."

He sighed. That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, but he knew better than to argue with you when you were angry, especially this new side of you.

"Let's go," he stepped aside, letting you up onto the ramp, following after you and Ahsoka when you walked up.

The first planet they had been tracked to was already set in the coordinates in the pilot's console, and with Ahsoka as copilot, you figured you would sit in the back, and be company to yourself.

The ride was long, and silent.

Sitting in the hull of the ship, you waited. You waited for them to come back and tell you where you would inevitably find the escaped bounty hunters. You held your saber in your right hand, sliding your thumb up and down over the crystal chamber. It was a subconscious movement, simple and fluid, but you had no idea the affects you were causing with it.

You were already filled with so much anger, so much hatred, you let it motivate you, you allowed it to consume your signature in its whole. You hated that it had this much control over you, the darkness, but it made you stronger, you could feel its power in your veins, every muscle felt energized by the dark force. It was pushing you towards the only new success you craved: vengeance.

You closed your eyes, meditating on this darkness for the first time since you let it overtake you. You absentmindedly kept your hand around your saber, clenching it tightly and using it as a tether.

You weren't sure how you felt, indulging in the darkness like this, to meditate on it in a way you'd been raised to avoid. The Jedi never told you how peaceful and quiet the darkness could be. They always mentioned it was made up of all the horrors you could not yet understand. Perhaps they were wrong.

For you, the dark side had worked almost seductively, luring you in with all it could offer, and empowering you to feel like you were untouchable. You did not even think that something like this could be bad.

You poured all your anger into your meditation, and let it fester, turning into raw power that you could later use to conquer your enemy, and make them-

"Kriff," You swore silently, dropping your saber to the ground for the way it began to burn your hand. It wasn't hot like fire, but the energy stung your skin, and you opened your eyes, letting them fall on where your weapon hit the ground of the ship.

You sensed that something was off, and when you picked it up, you felt it. You'd infused your weapon with your feelings, you may have damaged it from the inside. You ignited it, just as Anakin and Ahsoka were now coming back aboard the ship, and all at once you all witnessed what you had done to your lightsaber, your treasured weapon. This weapon is your life...

"What did you do?" Anakin asked in confusion, looking at the blade in disbelief.

The beautiful green glow that emanated from the hilt was only halfway there, as it collided with the dark red that took over its beauty, and made it into something new, something deeper, something more powerful.

"I don't know."

He looked once at his Padawan, nodding for her to go and start the ship. You were still gazing upon the new red and green glow of your saber, mesmerized by the duality it now possessed. It was quite lovely, and you'd never seen anything like it before.

"We have to talk about this," Anakin said gently as he walked over to you. "I know it's hard to resist the darkness, but you're making me concerned."

You deactivated the saber, clipping it back to your hilt and letting it fall by your side. You looked back at Anakin and saw your truest friend as confidant, the person you felt you could be honest with, and the only other person in this galaxy who might be feeling even a shred of your loss, your grief.

"I can't feel the light anymore... I'm trying, I promise," it wasn't a lie. You were struggling beyond measure to find even the slightest bit of connection to the light side of the force, but every time you thought of your master's teachings, the way he led you, guided you, it pushed you back to the start... but the dark side let you in, and it embraced you with open arms, like it had been waiting all this time.

"This isn't the Jedi way; this isn't what Obi-Wan would want for you."

"Obi-Wan didn't want for me to suffer like this, either," you said, a tear that threatened to spill over but was held back for the sake of your sanity. You couldn't stand to cry anymore, it just kept you in the same state of pain.

"Going against the order won't do us any favors... the council already looks down on us, anything we do is under their scrutiny."

He tried getting closer, but soon realized that was a bad idea.

"I'm going to be expelled," you let out, scoffing with furrowed brows. You were so confident that it would happen, because deep down, even before you lost Obi-Wan, you felt you weren't meant for the Jedi. You felt that they only accepted you because they had to.

"You won't be expelled. They might act like they hate you, but for Obi-Wan's sake they would still care enough to help you."

“No, they won't. All they have ever done is lie to me. To the both of us. For almost our whole lives, we have been told to follow a code. No emotion, but peace. No ignorance, but knowledge. No passion, but serenity. No chaos, but harmony. No death, but the Force,” you stepped forward to him, and though you were not trying to, your force caused the ship to rattle and vibrate beneath you, “But, anger is what brings me peace. The passion to want to hurt the person who killed him…is what brings me serenity.”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, the strained look in your eyes to hold back tears, your clenched fists. It was all too much for Anakin to take. He was still battling the dark, but for you, the darkness had won. The only way you would be coming back to the temple with him would be if by some miracle, killing the bounty hunter gave you your clarity back.

"You will kill him, I promise."

And with that, he was back in the cockpit, leaving you to fume in the hull.

The chase was on, and as you spotted the hunters in the docking port to obtain fuel, you heart pounded deeply in your chest. You were hovered over Ahsoka's seat, watching everything going on and making sure you had the perfect view.

"I have eyes on Cad Bane," Ahsoka said, nodding to the entrance ramp on the ship in the dock.

"Are you sure that's him?"

You scoffed and nodded along with Ahsoka.

"Who else wears a hat like that?"

Anakin circled the station slowly, being careful not to attract any unwanted attention, or to give away to the hunter that you were, in fact, after them.

He waited until they were airborne, letting them gain some speed before he rammed your ship into theirs. You jolted forward, catching yourself between the seats as you stood back up into a straight position. You could see them react rather quickly, but they had nowhere to go. The ship they were in had half the speed and agility capabilities that yours had.

"Ahsoka, take over, we'll bring them down ourselves."

You smirked, discarding your cloak and shaking off your nerves. This was finally it; you were about to set in motion a series of events that would end in the death of Rako Hardeen. You hopped at the chance to jump out of the ship with Anakin, landing on the stabilizer panel by the wing.

Anakin tried to gain access through one of the side entry points, but was immediately met with a challenge, fending off Cad Bane. He was perfectly capable of taking him on, and probably ten other men if he needed to, so you left him in order to find your real target.

You climbed up in front of the cockpit, seeing Moralo Evol looked scared out of his wits. You scanned the area, and as soon as your eyes met with the man who killed Obi-Wan, you froze. Something didn't feel right, but that must have been the anxiety talking. Everything else, the hatred, the anger, the fire that was lit beneath you, it pushed you forward.

He looked at you with not a semblance of fear, but with confusion, and dismay. He made eye contact with you, and for whatever you reason, he looked distraught, like he was sad. It didn't make any sense, but you weren't going to let it bother you. In the end, he would die by your hand, and nothing could stop you, now.

You placed your hand on the glass, focusing the new dark energy within yourself, and using it to slowly crack the glass. The hunter you sought after wasn't scared of you now, but he would be. You'd make sure of it.

You detached your lightsaber from your belt, holding it out to your side and activating it, never breaking eye contact with the man you called your target. You wouldn't be letting him out of your sight. His mouth gaped open and having seen the half-bleeding blade of your saber, he now held deep fear in his eyes.

The glass was almost shattered, with only a few lines left to connect with each other, and Rako knew he had to act fast. He shifted the steering on the ship, lifting it into a climb momentarily, causing the ship that Ahsoka flew above it to collide with the top, and send both transports spiraling into the ground. You were thrown from the vessel, along with Anakin and the other hunter, Bane.

You stood to your feet after coughing up a small amount of dust that you'd inhaled, and then you dusted yourself off, force pulling your saber to your hand as it had landed a bit further from you.

You activated it, stepping through the cloud of fog that surrounded you, and finding the man you were here for. He had gotten off the ship, for what reason you were unsure, but it didn't matter. He was making it easier for you.

You saw Anakin step closer to him on the other side of the fog, surrounding him from leaving in any direction.

"You're going to pay for what you've done," Anakin engaged him in hand-to-hand combat, throwing him into a pit, which you quickly jumped into.

Anakin was kicked back into a corner, so you took your chance, pushing Hardeen into the rocky wall that had formed around the hole in the ground.

"You shouldn't have gotten involved," Rako sounded, for lack of a better word, exasperated, like he took no joy in fighting you both. He had no problem in killing your master, so what was any different now, with the both of you?

You took a hit to the shoulder from Cad Bane, who was fast approaching on your left. You deflected his next shots with your saber, and struck forward, taking out one of his boot thrusters. He was grounded for now, and you needed to focus on the target.

Anakin was now tangled up in a bash with Bane, so you fixed your saber on Hardeen, slowly walking towards him as he struggled to stand to his feet.

"You took everything from me," and then you were right in front of him. He looked at you with eyes of pity, and it bothered you to no end. You were about to bring this man's life to a pathetic halt, and he was the one looking onto you as if you deserved to be pitied. You hated him, hated the very ground he stood on.

You raised your saber, only for it to stop in the air, along with your arm. Why can't I move?

Rako tackled you into the ground, deactivating your saber, and pinning you beneath him, arms on either side of your head. He straddled your hips and put nearly all his weight to keep you immobile, before he leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I can't hurt you... Stay down, little one."

You froze, a gasp leaving your throat and your eyes widening in shock.

"Obi..." you trailed off, complete disbelief washing over you. You felt a warm, comforting presence embrace you, before his hands at the side of your head faded you into unconsciousness.

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Quick Overview of UKs Circus

Updated 15.02.22, I added a cut this time because Jesus christ is this getting long

just a quick overview for myself and possibly others that follow @becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys updates on the circus that is in town which is the UKs burning car wreck that they call politic.

Just a list of the named participants so we dont mix them up:

TW brief discussion of paedophilia in the parts about Jimmy Saville

Boris Johnson aka Big Dog

-UK’s Prime Minister

-Brexit Idiot

-his initials spell out blowjob somehow this was not warning enough for the people electing him

-57 consecutive bad hair years

-Dumbass of the hour

-father of x children who knows he won't even take responsibility for those, how he keeps finding women willing to sleep with him is a mystery

-just wants to be loved ☹

-had so many parties

> Well-catered work event aka wine and cheese party 30 peeps attended, mind you, it wasn't a party, 100 invited, famously you can just dip on work events if you don't feel like it that's why 70% didn't show up

> Surprise! Birthday Party 30+ people "Oh so celebrating my birthday with a bunch of people and drinking and eating cake and having a good time and not working isnt a work even anymore *scoff* yeah right. I was ambushed. I am the victim here."

> Christmas Party wasn’t invited ☹ (was invited & attended; the party was at his place actually) there is a LYING photo of him out there "surrounded by alcohol, food and people wearing tinsel" do NOT believe this picture! it is a LIAR! it would sell its own mother given half a chance,

> Prince Philip Funeral Party lets goooo

> Wine Time Fridays, Parties every Friday during a global pandemic, don’t miss it! >> the one on Nov13th 2020 is revealed to be investigated by the Met >> 300+ photos of parties at Downing Street have been received by the Met, it was a bad year for Bori to find out about disposable cameras and handing them out to everyone at his parties like me and my friends did when we were 15.

-“Covid isn’t that dangerous lol”

-promptly catches covid

-had to be kept in his office like a toddler to not infect others

-“Covid is dangerous unlol”

-decidedly not strong like a bull, but about as smart as one

-wanted senior officials to take the fall and force them to resign

-threatened to cut BBC license fee, ending covid restrictions, Asking the military to protect against asylum seekers crossing the channel so they must go to Rwanda and Ghana for processing instead

-meets MPs and cries because nobody likes him anymore :(

-didn’t attend a party! (yay) because he broke the law by travelling to his second home (nay) also knew about the party and said lmao yeah go-ahead

-lied to the House of Commons (generally seen as a dick move)

-would sell his children, he has enough to go around, so MPs don’t send mean little letters, also offered more money and threatened to take funds away if people wrote antilove-letters

-idiot that made the rules but didn’t know they also applied to him (was warned that he wasn’t cool enough for this to work)

-wrote a book about Churchill, was lying through his teeth while writing it, probably really didn’t know the Churchill speech because he definitely didn’t know a lot of stuff while writing his book, historians delighted to rip it to shreds

-dropped all covid restrictions (scientists are weeping)

-actually did the threatening himself like an idiot

> that’s misconduct in public office which is a crime babyyyy

-in an insanely bad move announces that he decides how much of the report on the investigation on him will be published to really just fucking hit his last supporters over the head with a shovel saying “I am corrupt, you idiot!”

-prioritised evacuation animals from Afghanistan over people, people are very hung up on this and I wish they'd do more about it than complain and actually see the big picture of all his bs rather than just this tiny part, getting real thoughts and prayer vibes from those guys

-said he will make a statement regarding the Gray report once it is made public in the House of Commons, apparently, this was not something that would go without saying.

-said the entire report will be published so we'll how many questions will arise from all the things we already know

-was asked if he thought that the ministerial code "ministers who knowingly mislead parliament are expected to offer their resignation" applies to him, "yeah" "are you gonna resign since you mislead the parliament over your parties?" "no", so uh. no he doesnt

-is willing to be interviewed by the police, beliefs however he is innocent, contrary to all the proof showing that he is, in fact, guilty

-I swear me and my hundreds of working staff and my other coworkers who are living somewhere else are one household! Come by fridays to see us hanging out and drinking wine! Its basically as if we live together!

-man who looks like he couldnt make it up a single flight of stairs without wheezing fatshames someone for pointing out throwing a birthday party during a lockdown might be a shit idea.

-accuses Keir Starmer of letting Jimmy Saville (who is dead), DJ, BBC Moderator, paedophile, avoid justice; completely ignoring the fact that Keir Starmer had absolutely nothing to do with that, had no power whatsoever and didn't fucking do that, since this was a planned accusation in a desperate attempt to make somebody else the boogyman for a second his advisors (Number 10 staff) literally all told him "for the love of God don't fucking say that" Boris, however, knew in his heart of hearts that he had to spread that lie nonetheless.

-didnt know what to say at his "half-time pep talk" so he quoted the movie he saw the night before with his current child (we'll see when he abandons it) and goes on to quote Rafiki,,, from the Lion King,,, basically saying "change is good I promiseee" not seeing the irony that is screaming in his face that demands the change is that he LEAVES, couldnt even be bothered to look up if something similar was said in Hamlet. now if I had read Hamlet i would add a better quote from it but i didnt so alas.

-claims he fired the people who resigned because of the Gray Report (he didn't, let's be honest with ourselves here)

-cares deeply about the environment, the only little guilty pleasure he allows himself is flying with a private jet every now and then 🥰

-claims that offences have fallen, The UK Statistics Authority calls cap because they have increased and BJ cant stop lying

-wrote a very flowery worded article back in 2006 about Tony Blair basically saying "politicians don't fucking know when to quit" obviously once again the irony is palpable

-has """"buyers remorse"""" over his wife of 8 months(as of February of 2022 he said this in 21 tho after marrying her in fucking July) and his new BABIES stop having children then you fucktard, apparently avoids going home because of the misses, Carrie is a bitch in and of herself but fucking Yikes man. two people that really deserve each other and two kids that will grow up severely damaged

-sang "I will survive" to his new director of communications, I can only imagine his beautiful singing voice, kinda like nails on a blackboard

-will NOT be apologising about the Saville thing because he has stuff to do today, tomorrow? he will have stuff to do then too shut up and stop asking

Confirmed Number of sent Letters of no confidence: 17/54

(confirmed by the bbc) r/ukpolitics Tracker for the letters

The Others

MP: Member of Parliament, PM: Prime Minister,

Whipping (The Whip): an official of a political party whose task is to ensure party discipline in a legislature. This means ensuring that members of the party vote according to the party platform, rather than according to their own individual ideology or the will of their donors or constituents

- Pippa Crerar: journalist, with integrity those are rare, that broke the news about the first party, got Dominic Cummings to be willing to swear under oath that Big Dog is an idiot even and knew about the one (1) party that he didn’t attend, posts a picture of boris a the christmas party of No 10 during PMQs (Prime Minister Questions, a weekly session in which the PM has to answer questions from MPs)

- Metropolitan Police: (Scotland Yard is it's headquarters, dont get confused its the same thing)“we’re not gonna investigate suck a dick cough sorry I meant there isn’t enough evidence”, so fucking corrupt o my fucking god, protect number 10 and those officers who did might just actually work with Sue Gray, "goddamit fucking hell fine we will investigate jesus christ fuck you guys. THIS IS A ONE TIME THING. DONT GET USED TO IT", is investigating a "number of events" for potential breaches of the lockdowns at the time, apparently dont investigate crimes that happened in the past? Check it out guys i found a secret photograph of the Met hard at work to investigate future crime, which is their usual business!

[ID: a screenshot from the show futurama, from the episode in which a robot solves future crime by calculating which crime will happen next. it is a robot in something looking like a bathtub with cables connected to his head and chest. End ID] didnt let Sue Gray release her complete report BUT! thats actually a good thing because it would allow tories to get their stories straight which would be a bad thing, a watchdog has been investigating them and has found "a culture of disgraceful misogyny, discrimination and sexual harassment" we are all pretending to be shocked, I cant show it on my face I just dont have it in me anymore to pretend that much. Actually, if I look at it this way (with my eyes open instead of closed), the Christmas Party might have actually been illegal! 50 Partygoers are being contacted. Have been outright threatened that they better sleep with one eye open if you come for the chihuahua

-Cressida Dick a senior police officer of the Met, its in her name she is a massive dick, FUMING about the "a culture of disgraceful misogyny, discrimination and sexual harassment" allegations, has absolutely NO intentions of resigning!!! Mayor of London: u suck. Cressida jumps on her laptop presumably after writing in her burn book with tears streaming down her face and hands in her resignation.

-Sadiq Khan Mayor of London, presumably destroyed Cressida Dick which she had coming, wants to rebuild trust by appointing a new trustworthy replacement for Dick with the help of no other but Priti Petal, an absolute Cressida Stan.

- Dominic Cummings: ex-chief adviser of big dog, is pretty sure the wine and cheese parties were actually legal so jot that down, advised BJ against throwing parties that were against the law (notably not the wine and cheese ones) and generally a bad idea, ready to go under oath to get his ex-boss in trouble and honestly what a mood, pinky promises he didn't leak the pictures from the parties; BJ, Cummings, the jokes write themselves, called BJ a clown after he sang I will survive to his new director of communications

- Matt Hancock Tory MP “please don’t have wine and cheese parties :( covid is serious” on the day of the wine and cheese party at Boris place which he attended

- Mistress aka Carrie Johnson: (who is btw 33 and her Lovely husband is 53, have been married since july 2021) woman Boris was fucking while his cancer suffering ex-wife was going through chemo, current wife, yet to be cheated on as far as we know, can only be a matter of time, that we do know, threw her husband, the Prime Minister of the UK, a birthday party during a lockdown, could not possibly be more presumptuous, mother of two out of x amount of children that blowjob has, children that boris has said to regret, like he regrets marrying her, yikes.

- Sue Gray, civil servant: Number 10 staff, sure she is corrupt but! Not a politician. We are grasping for straws, let's not be too demanding. the one who got to investigate her boss (the dream) and write her Gray Report, couldn't fucking write fast enough with all the witnesses that came forward, the watered-down version of the report IS be published, Sue presumably went to bed right after and took a two-week nap. It covers all alleged events, However, the parties that the Met is investigating are only allowed to be mentioned briefly , also she had pictures of world-worst-person-in-hiding-the-evidence BlowJo at parties surrounded by wine, according to the tories her official email is [email protected] so don't you guys go around abusing that knowledge, presumably cannot believe she served under these fucking idiots so far

- Keir Starmer MP Leader of the Labour Party and the Opposition, showed a backbone for about 5secs and described Boris as a pathetic spectacle of a man, asked Big Dog if he thought that the ministerial code "ministers who knowingly mislead parliament are expected to offer their resignation" applies to him, "yeah" "are you gonna resign since you mislead the parliament over your parties?" "no", ex lawyer, since he obviously didnt help Jimmy Saville avoid justice and actually used to work on bringing paedophiles to justice he is now famous for doing exactly that, fighting against paedophilia, proud owner of a backbone in form of a jelly worm, has to be rushed into a police car because a mob or protestors swarm him over the Savile thing. Piers Corbyn (climate change denier), brother of Jeremy Corbyn (ex-leader of the Labor party!!!) was part of the mob, drank a beer alone in his flat, surprisingly that did not break the law you get him next time Daily mail! dont stop trying!

- Nazir Afzal former Chief Crown Prosecutor, whos Wiki page literally starts with "a British solicitor with experience in the legal areas of child sexual exploitation and violence against women.", has worked with Keir Starmer and strongly refutes that Keir somehow helped Jimmy Saville avoid justice (because those are literal lies), actually says Keir "supported [him] in bringing 100s of child sex abusers to justice”

- Rishi Sunak Tory MP, Chancellor of the UK aka money boy, looks like a would-kill-you-if-he-could-version of Sam the Eagle from sesame street, possibly Pippa Crerars source?? He isn’t in any pictures so one can only speculate, IS in a picture with boris at the birthday party taken by the official state photographer, not to worry tho his own department threw a drinking party as well (he didn't attend), wants to be PM so bad, asked people who write letters to get rid of Boris if he can help, announces a new tax rise calls it the Prime Minister’s tax, really just wants even the last 3 people that still like Boris to go from :) to >:(, did attend the Seriously-guys-its-not-a-birthday-party-this-work-event-just-so-happens-to-have-cake-and-booze-and-people-illegally-singing Meeting, there is literally a picture of him and Boris at that party! promises however that he wasnt invited :( The chancellor. Of the UK. Wasnt invited to the meeting but the las that painted the walls in a slightly different shade of white was. alright. The present he had in his hands that his mommy let him pick out was just something he found on the street in front of the building and he wanted to ask them if they had lost it. Why he was at the house when he wasn't invited to neither the party nor the meeting? well because -- *runs away* *comes back to finish my piece* anyway after being put on the spot he says he wouldnt have done the insane accusation about the Saville thing, now that only makes sense who the fuck would do that but blowjob himself? Anyway shouldnt the PM apologise for that "Thats for him to decide" ah right the blade of grass that acted as his spine for a second there was immediately crushed by his being a piece of shit, somehow dares to claim that heating bills are a struggle because *insert easily disprovable excuse aka lie*, is torn to shreds about this by Martin Lewis a financial journalist and the guy behind the money saving expert thing, a The guy behind the £600m lost and no PPE thing

- House of Lords; aka Lords: second chamber of parliament of the UK, pretty pissed at the not so good boy Boris so they rejected bills out of pettiness which is good because they were horrific

- Nadine Dorres Tory MP: evil, minister of mental health, will show up when you say her name in front of a mirror three times, looks like you dressed a scarecrow in the fanciest clothes the one aunt you hate owns, looks like someone edited Cartoon version of Cruella DeVil to what she'd look like if she lost all of the things that make her design cool, came up with Operation Dead Red Meat, oh so just because its a birthday party its a party huh? checkmate plebs “My god, Nadine, you’re embarrassing yourself.”, might be BJs new affair the way she is acting, "have you talked with the PM in the last 24h?" "we have communicated" wink wink nudge nudge ;)))))), secretary of state for Digital, Culture, Media and Sport, has yet to figure out that in an interview you usually Answer Questions, could not have been worse prepared for the interview that becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys linked, "changed what?" "his attitude" "to what?" girl. How did you even manage to walk into politics with your mediocre at best grasp of the English language? has removed the restriction that stopped Rupert Murdoch, billionaire, fucking executive chairman of fox corporation Rupert Murdoch, Murdoch who publically admitted to having tried to sway public opinion to support G.W. Bushes Iraq war That same fucking Rupert Murdoch. that he now can interfere with the editorial independence of The Times and the Sunday Times which he both ownes. Literally allowing him to produce massive propaganda and expose The Times to his censorship and his other fucking insanities

-Unnamed Cabinet Member (Nadine Dorries???): angry that not everyone follows Doggo and believes his every word blindly (alright yeah its Nadine Dorries), accuses Rishi Sunak the money boy, of conspiring i guess? against the chihuahua, hopes the BlowJo fires moneyboy, which is very very very very dumb because that would just cut him loose, with nothing to lose and probably a bunch of fucking incriminating knowledge against the PM he would fucking destroy him, he'd simply massacre him for all to see

- BBC: Broadcaster, muzzled by tories, turns out can be pretty angry if you threaten to cut their funding and might just actually do good journalism again

- Ghana: has never heard of operation red meat and thinks it's stupid

- Laura Kuenssberg, full-time bitch, sometimes also a journalist. Tory, will be investigating for the BBC

- Queen, The Queen™, Lizzie, turned down the possibility to invite more people to her husbands funeral while the parliament was probably drinking and playing twister

- Christian Wakefield ex-Tory now Labour MP: lives for the drama, sat directly behind Keir Starmer effectively changing parties after telling everyone that he was bullied by Gavin Williamson to be loyal to Boris, was threatened that funds for a new school would be pulled so naturally, he brought that up because literally, everyone can universally agree that that is a bad look

- David Davies, Tory MP: worst David Davies you can find and there are apparently a lot: recited the speech given to pre-Winston Churchill PM so he'd step down “You have sat there too long for all the good you have done, in the name of God go.“; a different one of these said “hey lets not raise the tax" because now it's connected to Boris and who can say no to some free cloud

- Diana Johnson Labour MP, girl bossed the exact right amount when she asked “If the PM is spending his time trying to convince the British public that he’s stupid instead of dishonest, isn’t it time he goes? Now?”

- Will Wragg Tory Mp, presumably unhappy about his name, accused number 10 of blackmail, madman,

- Number 10: House in which PM and the First Lord are roommating, blackmailed folks to leak embarrassing stories if they don’t support Big Boy Boris who definitely did NOT cry (he did), the officials (number 10 staff NOT politicians) were threatened into silence but spoke up to add to the Gray Report, is facing police investigation over alleged 👀 breaches of lockdown rules. "we didnt break the law. check my sources" sources: trust me bro (dont trust them), "listen, LISTEN, we told BJ to not fucking say that about our Keir Starmer okay? We told him to shut the fuck up but he doesnt listen what do you want us to do? tape his mouth shut???"

- Sajid Javid Tory MP, his brother is running the Metropolitan police

- Jacob Rees-Mogg Tory MP, supports little ol boris, threatens that the UK will go to a general election if Bori gets thrown off of his thrown of stupidity "k" says everybody else and immediately goes back to what they were doing before, claims the morning after pill is abortion, it is literally classified as emergency contraception. contraception PREVENTS pregnancy. once again scientists are weeping, everyone with a basic understanding of human reproduction and contraception is weeping, gets demoted to Brexit Opportunities Minister, a job that sounds absolutely made up and something that the useless son of a ceo would do, he now will obviously get a well-earned pay raise of 35K a year. has asked the readers of The Sun to send him benefits they could possibly think of because he sure cant think of any from brexit. you know I was disturbed, angry even, about the pay raise before but you know. I truly think he has earned it.

- Michael Fabricant, Tory MP, semi-professional Boris Impersonator, described Palestinian activists as “primitives” who are “trying to bring to London what they do in the Middle East”, cant pull off Owen Wilsons haircut but he be damned if he isnt trying, a supporter of BJ, “everyone has done a bit of blackmailing, what's the big deal?”, made sure we all knew that Mark Spencer posted a dictated tweet says he really isn’t #islamophobic! He promises! Nusrat Ghani is just like … unimaginative… and mediocre… anyway #Boris is not #islamophobic!, “Are we talking party poppers and wild Ibiza nights? I don’t think so!” says local crazy man that has repeatedly proven he cannot think. believes BJ when he says that he fired the people that resigned once again proving that he cannot think,

- Theresa May, Tory MP ex-PM, UKs second female PM (they have a track record of voting women into office when they are like an inch away from a cliff so the drop can be connected to the female PMs so they can blame them, this does not at all excuse the women who both were/are bitches in their own regard, notably she was the one stuck with having to start the Brexit bs while Cameron resigned after the referendum) was voted out of office because nobody liked her, objectively bad person, filled with schadenfreude, knighted Saville despite being aware that the guy was a fucking paedophile!!

- Fiona Bruce, journalist that hosts Question Time a political debate show. In which nobody would defend Boris because he is a bad person who made bad decisions

- Mark Drakeford, First Minister of Wales, thinks Boris is an idiot and will continue to make the sensible decision to Not drop all covid restrictions because that is insane, “We are a government that doesn’t need to grab headlines to distract attention”

- Rory Stewart, ex Tory MP, looks like a dehydrated John Mulaney, lost in the PM race against Dogboy left politics in 2019, contra Dog, says the whip system functionally makes the UK an elected dictatorship (shocker), easily shows how dumb it would be to fire the people who resigned because they were literally BJs most senior staff and he has no fucking successors?

- Chris Bryant Labour MP, on a moral crusade (he is an ex-priest so it fits the bill) against tories, which.. good for him,

- Nusrat Ghani Tory MP, was too muslimic? Just had to be fired, no way around it; is now back to sitting at the kids table aka the backbenches, in time out maybe she can come out when she stops being a Muslim who knows

- Mark Spencer: Nusrat Ghani means me when she says she was fired for her “Muslimness”, I didn’t do it tho, I pinky promise, who are you gonna believe? Me or some Muslim? Posted a dictated tweet about this, it wasn’t a good tweet

- Baroness Warsi, Member of the house of lords, also experienced Tory Islamophobia (gasp, no way!)

- Dominic Raab Tory MP, Deputy PM: had to announce that BJ will decide how much of the Gray report will be published for the public

- Gavin Williamson Tory MP, threatens other MPs to be loyal to Boris or their funding will be cut, can however not recall the conversations in which that happened so I guess he is free to go, officer!

- Michael Ellis Tory MP: man who is holding too many offices, okay MAYBE (cue laughter) the people setting the rules haven't been following them ugh whatever, I can't talk about ongoing police investigations

-Liz Truss Tory MP, foreign secretary: woman that looks like she'd traumatise the 16-year-old working at McDonalds if they got her order slightly wrong, BJ has her "100% support". Says it might just be not a good idea of publishing the entire report because........ security issues...... so its like ~problematic to publish~, supposedly didnt attend any of the parties -> says she wasnt invited, which is weird to say considering that makes it sound like that is the only reason you didnt go, went to the Tory emergency meeting without a mask, caught covid because karma workes a lot faster these days. described by Russian Foreign Secretary as "like talking to a deaf person" so like probably a very attentive listener

-Conor Burns Tory MP, presumingly the man aiming a gun at Blowjobs head and forcing him to eat cake, "I have been informed it was not, in fact, cake. I have yet to be informed what it actually was. The meme lied to me, it was not all cake all along. I am currently working on building my world up new from the ground since it was shattered in the smallest of pieces.", probably upset that he has to say it wasnt cake because it was probably him who baked it and he was actually kinda proud of it

-Huw Merriman Tory MP, looks like Rami Malek if he was not quite ugly but supremely mediocre at best, stepped into human poo at the Dover lorry convoy kinda like politics shits on the basic human needs of lorry drivers (truckers).

-Ian Blackford Scottisch politican, who actually looks like he'd be the life of the party, accuses BlowJo of lying, this is a serious accusation since lying in Parliament is kind of a crime, when he was asked if he meant that the PM was mistaken he said "Nah, fucker lied" which he was kicked out for

-Ed Miliband former Labour leader, calls Boris "a stain on our politics" which is funny as hell and also brutal lol

-Unispace Global Ltd company, was paid £600m for PPE by the goverment, has since then not answered the phone the money is just ... gone? There is no PPE. There was no exchange of goods and services. there was only money and ghosting >> according to Nursingnotes.co.uk this money would have been enough to double the salary of every NHS nurse

-Priti Patel Tory MP, daughter of the last good immigrants (her father literally is also a child of immigrants, not to worry tho he joined a rightwing party in England) and she be damned if she doesnt try every fucking thing to prevent others from trying to proof that there are good immigrants after her parents came to the UK, child of immigrants that hates immigrants just as much as your conservative disgusting old uncle that you are willing to ruin christmas for just to argue with him because my god how can you be such a fucking cunt, according to her fashion sense she is trying so hard to become white by proxy, literally wants the military to police the channel and send refugees back to france, the Ministry of Defence told her to get fucked, has to find a replacement for her bias Cressida Dick with the mayor of london, absolutely fuming about this

-Mohammed Amersi Major Tory Donor, proofing that even as an immigrant you can be bigoted against other immigrants, wants his 200K back because "I wasnt invited to all your illegal parties. I cant believe you guys would have illegal parties without me!!"

-Dominic Grieve ex-Tory MP, defends Keir Starmer against the Savile lie, "&when the PM tells a whopping lie that's put out by fascist right-wing websites, that's a disgraceful thing to do"

-Yvette Cooper Labour MP, demands PM correct himself when he said that crime stats have fallen when that is literally not true, Boris doesnt care for it so he doesnt.

-Guto Harri NEW director of communications, fucking sucks, made himself a "joke" by being a cunt in welsh politics and is now ready for the big breakthrough and will begin to clown on the entire UK.

-Year Six Kids Students learning about the British political system, hurt the Tories feelings :( by writing mean letters :((( its about time we stop teaching the children. back when the tories were rich children from rich families they didnt criticise the politicians, they were to busy being rich and enjoying that

-John Major, ex-PM, ex-Tory MP, ex-Tory Party Leader, says that Boris broke the law about the parties, calls for Tory MPs to put country before party and get rid of Blowjob, foolishly I had believed they were always supposed to put the country before the fucking party.

Now to our lost tributes, just imagine the cool pictures int the sky like in the hunger games (resigned or fired, incomplete list):

-Elena Narozanski, advisor to the BJ, Education Policy Specialist, resigns. -Martin Reynolds, principle private secretary to the PM (chad who send out the invitations to not waste the good weather. bring your own booze!!), resigns. -Dan Rosenfield, chief of staff at Number 10, resigns. -Munira Mirza, advisor to the BJ, Head of Policy, PUBLISHED HER RESIGNATION LETTER, resigns. -Jack Doyle, director of communication, quote journalist unquote, used to work for the Daily Mail so yknow journalist for what it is worth, resigns. -Cressida Dick, Commissioner of Police of the Met, resigns

#UK politics #boris johnson #big dog #long post #very long post #super long post #uptodate as of 11th feburary 2022 #almost forgot to update the picture as well lol

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a-kaash-me-outside · 3 years ago

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hq men that deserve to be pegged

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs: timeskip!Atsumu, Bokuto, Kageyama, Ushijima lowkey might make a p2 because i have more thots thanks send an ask my way

// nsfw (minors dni !!), f!reader, individual desc tags for each ~~

♡ atsumu ♡ 》 peggability ━ 9/10 // power dynamics, brat, ropes

epitome of bratty bitch bottom and i am living for it. truthfully, there is not a single hq character that needs to be pegged, nay deserves to be pegged more than miya atsumu

others on this list might d e s e r v e to be pegged, like they'd enjoy it and love it, but miya atsumu has a god complex and when he submits to you and it would feel like heaven

and it feels so fucking good to knock him down a peg, like everyone has seen the fucking photo of him with his tongue out and to watch him take a thick dildo down his throat is an ethereal experience

will let you tie him up and do whatever you want to him, is down for literally anything, has a safe word but has never used it (never will)

talks a lot of shit for someone who honest to god, unapologetically whimpers when he feels your strap rub against him

will oppose you like crazy until you threaten not to fuck him, like tell him you're going to fuck his throat raw and he will get even nastier with the backtalk, tell him that you're going to tease him for hours until it hurts to move and he will smirk at you and dare you to try

but the second that you threaten to not fuck him, he gets so uncharacteristically silent because the one time that he wasn't, the one time that he talked back to you, you followed through. you didn't fuck him that night and he actually cried

now he embraces his bratty side as much as possible until it has the off chance of //actual// consequences

"y'know, you're talking a big game for someone who's tied up so perfectly for me," you coo, hand gingerly cupping his cheek as you lowered to his level, dildo resting neatly between your thighs. you let gravity do most of the work, your hand sliding down his neck and chest, following your beautiful handiwork of taut ropes.

"and yer talkin' a big game for someone who thinks that just because i'm tied up, ya have any control over me," atsumu scoffs, looking up at you with large eyes and a smirk you can't wait to fuck off his face. it almost feels too perfect, knowing that in mere minutes he's going to be a begging mess all because of you.

and he talks about control

"oh, my pretty boy," you tsk, "you think that these ropes have anything to do with the control i have over you?" you're waiting to pull out the sentence sitting in your back pocket. you know that he's waiting too, but that doesn't make his bite any less in the moment.

"ya think anything is stronger than my pride?"

you have to swallow your laugh, leaning forward, pressing a kiss to his ear and then dragging your teeth against his jawline, nipping harsh marks into his exposed neck. you use him to steady yourself, gripping his shoulders because you know he won't let you fall even as you put all your weight onto your wrists, rolling your hips so that he can feel what's really at stake here.

as much as you want to say it into his skin, right where his jaw meets the bottom of his ear, mutter it soft enough to send chills down his spine, murmur it across his flesh so that he feels the vibrations before he understands the meanings, you can't.

you have to see his face, the conflict that overcomes him. the internal struggles that you've watched time and time again. the subtly of dissonance; eyebrows twitch together, pupils constrict, bottom lip jutting out in protest because no matter how much he wants to fight back right now, his body just won't let him.

"i think your disgusting need for me to wreck you is much stronger."

♡ bokuto ♡ 》 peggability ━ 10/10 // used the word tits for bo oops, just a good boy

"tori but you literally just said that atsumu deserves it the most" i know but its different and also i mean it for real this time

there is something about the thought of pegging the literal definition of himbo that gives me butterflies, i can't explain it

if you didn't bring it up first, he absolutely would and neither of you would be apologetic about it or nervous because it just makes so much sense

becomes a very regular part of your sex life, like you fuck him just as much as he fucks you and sometimes you fight over who gets to bottom and he usually wins because how could you not fuck him when he whines asks so nicely

literally such a good bottom, he is sweet and accommodating and listens to you so well like you've tried teasing him before, making him wait for it, wanting to draw it out, but he does anything that you ask it is almost impossible not to just give him everything he wants

he makes the most incredible noises, can be soft and let out small breaths and whimpers or can fully sob into your shoulder

loves to lie underneath you, legs sprawled and cock dripping against his stomach, just cannot get enough of the sight of looking up at you slowly rolling your hips so that he can feel every inch of the dildo

you can physically see how much he enjoys it as he circles his hips to meet your thrusts and moves so you can get even deeper, he is so eager and holy shit it's so hot

bo takes it exactly how you want to give it. that's all there is to it. if you want to fuck him as fast as you can until you can barely hold yourself upright anymore because your thighs are burning and your core is on fire from repetitively thrusting into him, he will take it so well. he loves the feeling of not being able to sit the next day because of how persistently your hips slammed against his ass.

if you want to fuck him slowly, hips rolling instead of thrusting, letting him feel how deep you can get, how full you can make him, hands on his shoulders to fully control the pace, he will be so fucking good for you. he won't move an inch, won't be greedy or ungrateful, will thank you for how good you are to him.

if you want to watch him bounce up and down on your strap-on, his cock smacking against his stomach as he pulls off your cock, mumbling praises as he fucks himself on you, he will almost cry with excitement. you'll gaze at him in awe, nearly convinced that he was made to bottom for you 100% of the time.

but if you want to lay him down beneath you, want to witness every expression he makes, see the unbreaking eye contact, and hear the most instinctual noises, you don't even have to ask. he's already there, legs spread, prepping himself so messily that the sheets are soaking wet.

you slip inside of him so easily. he's so fucking ready that you don't have the heart to make him wait another second. his head tilts back, presses deep into the pillow, but he doesn't stop looking into your eyes, loves seeing the power deep within them as you grind your hips, bottoming out completely as you press your thighs flush against his ass.

the heel of your palm digs into his sternum, perfectly centered between his tits. your other hand rests on top of the headboard, fingers curled around the wood for just the right amount of control, preparing to fuck him exactly how he likes it. slow and deep and so hard that he can barely fucking breathe.

"ready, baby?"

you don't really have to ask.

♡ kageyama ♡ 》 peggability ━ 8/10 // good boy, mentions of sobbing

you bring it up to him because it is not even a thought in his head and he's so confused at first

"but you don't even get pleasure from it?"

he cannot fathom, for the life of him, why you would want to do this if it doesn't make you feel good, doesn't understand it's the principle of it all and that you want to watch him crumble so bad

very skeptical when you start to prep him and even more skeptical when you first put it in, but he gives it a chance because he trusts you so much and he said he would and every time he looks at you, you just look so happy, soaking in how pretty he looks beneath you

and then it clicks. it clicks and it changes his entire world

you wait for him to adjust, you're vocal about him being vocal, and when he tells you it's okay, you start fucking him faster and every part of him that was tense before relaxes and he lets out this involuntary moan and oh my god

literally such a good boy for you

he thinks he knows how incredible it is and then you start jerking him off too, his cock is so fucking hard and it's leaking and red and he hasn't even complained about it because he's so focused on how weird and how good it feels to be so full

the shift is so prominent between apprehension and complete acceptance. he's putty beneath you, melting into a puddle, his muscles conforming to the mattress beneath him and for the first time tonight, truly understanding.

there's an ache in his stomach and shoulders from how tense they used to be and he almost feels weird being this comfortable in this position, but he can't help it. his cheeks, his chest, the tips of his ears, his entire body is a soft, warm shade of pink, embarrassed about the noise he just made and how hard he is.

every time that you thrust into him, you watch the movement continue through his body, can't take your eyes off of the way he bounces when your hips slap against the backs of his thighs, following the motions and sucking you back in when there's no barrier to keep him pushed forward.

his mouth is open for so long, letting any sound come out as it pleases, traveling up from deep within his core. you can't help your impulsive need to lean down and feel the whimpers and groans against your lips, pressing yourself so close as you kiss him that you can feel his quickened heartbeat.

"does it feel good?" you ask him, to make sure and to hear him tell you how much he loves it.

"so good," he mumbles against your lips, "so full."

when you pull away, his eyes are closed, taking in every single sensation and bit of indulgence and when you reach down and wrap your fist around his throbbing cock, it looks like he's never felt this much pleasure.

he's hot against your palm, slick from the precome streaming from the tip as you match your strokes to thrusts. the garbled ramblings from his throat are almost indistinguishable save for one distressed plea.

"please," he whimpers, "please don't stop."

you wouldn't dare. and you don't. not until he's a sobbing mess.

♡ ushijima ♡ 》 peggability ━ 9/10 // mommy kink, edging, praise kink, coming untouched

as much as he wants it, he will never bring it up, not directly at least. he just can't. he thinks that he's supposed to be the hard dom and do everything for you and as much as he wants you to top him, he refuses to actually ask you

but you notice. you pick up on the small reactions he has to you talking about being in charge and when you touch his ass, especially during sex, and the jokes theyre not jokes that you make about how good of a bottom he would be

when you ask him if you can fuck him, he doesn't understand, refuses to get his hopes up. he tells you that yeah, of course, he'll fuck you, but then you repeat yourself, explain it so that he can't possibly misunderstand and he has to hide how much he actually wants it because he's scared you'll take it back

definitely has the lowest key of a mommy kink and ABSOLUTELY WILL NOT ACT ON IT but if you were to ever find out he would probably combust

loves to be fucked from behind because you can get so fucking deep and he feels like a true bottom

can come completely untouched if you tell him to, will make a mess all over the sheets and then collapse in it

if there was anything that made you wish your strap on was real, it was the way that ushijima sucked you in. you pressed your hips against his ass completely and pulled out as slowly as he'd let you, back arched, on his hands and knees.

he looked so fucking stretched around your strap on and it wasn't even that thick. you started off with something smaller just for him to get used to it and he still clenched around it so tightly.

your fingertips dug into his shoulders, pulling him back to meet your thrusts eliciting a groan with each fuck into him. you could see how close he was, noticed the telltale signs of his uncontrollably loud moans and how he swayed back and forth with you so that he didn't have to feel empty for a second.

you'd edged him for hours before you even begun to fuck him, knew that all you had to do was wrap your hand around his cock and he would've blown his load all over the mattress, but that felt too easy. you knew that he loved pleasing you, loved making you proud, loved proving to you that he was such a good bottom, he got off on it more than any actual physical stimulation.

"ushi, listen, baby, wanna be good for me, don't you?"

he hummed, too focused on not coming before you told him to and your voice and how full he felt to actually form a sentence.

"come for me then, baby," you coaxed, slamming into him harder, making sure that your thrusts out were much quicker than your thrusts in, making sure that he was able to savor the feeling of your strap on deep inside of him.

he started thanking you, moving his arm to jerk himself off, his shoulder colliding with the bed, weakly propped up on his left arm now.

"don't touch yourself, baby, just be a good boy and come for me, just like this, just from my cock," you instructed, words coming out so assured and in a nonstop string. "want you to be a really good boy for mommy."

he didn't make any noises when he came, but his jaw was dropped in a breathless attempt to thank you. what you would've gave to see his face as he shot his load so violently on the sheets, his cock throbbing, pulsing with every satisfyingly unsatisfying stream of milky cum.

your fingers skimmed over his back, following the curve of his spine until they got to his ass, grabbing on and ramming into him one more time, forcing any drops of cum that hadn't drooled from his cock before pulling out slowly.

he didn't have the strength left to keep him off the mattress or to flip onto his back, too spent from the preceding hours and the last 45 seconds as he collapsed onto his stomach. you don't even bother taking off your strap on as you crawl beside him, scratching gentle, repetitive patterns into his arm before kissing the side of his head.

"that's mommy's good boy."

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mermaidfizzy · 3 years ago

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This hot mess is a product of my h*rny brain that had the audacity to not go back to sleep at 5 o'clock this morning.

I've been feeling pretty awful about myself lately. I just can't seem to shake myself out of this critical and condescending fog that my brain has been in.

It sucks but I wrote this in hopes of it helping anyone else who feels like this, even though it's a jumbled mess that belongs in the trash.

If you've been in a depressive episode too, just know you're amazing, and a wonderful human and I hope reading this reminds you of how terrific you truly are. Plus Kakashi thinks you are a literal goddess, I don't make the rules.

Anyway, I hope you get a kick out of my dumpster fire writing and I hope it reminds you of the queen you are.

Mirror s*x with Kakashi

Warnings: Sexy time 18+ content. Way too damn explicit but oh well. Body worship. Female reader. Doggy style. Vaginal fingering. Choking & spanking (kinda). Established relationship. Kakashi being an absolute simp for you. Kakashi is ooc and this is a whole ass mess but I don't care, fight me.

If you're a minor you better skedaddle on out of here or I'll kick your butt.

Kakashi was the one who proposed the idea of wanting to absolutely wreck you in front of a mirror. He loves the idea of being able to strip you down to complete nakedness, getting you on all fours, and aggressively fucking you from behind while you both watch your reflections go at it in earnest.

Just seeing the front or back of you during sexy time isn't enough for him, ok!? And the thought of being visually overstimulated and watching every gorgeous angle of you while he ravishes your body sends him immediately to bonerville.

You express your hesitance, uncomfortable with the idea of being so exposed and having to see so much of yourself in the reflection of the mirror. You dismiss his idea at first, not wanting to put your body in a position that could give you more insecurities about yourself.

He is nothing but respectful and understanding on why you might have some insecurities, he struggles with self-doubt too. But boy oh boy, he is persistent and determined to admire and worship the hell out of every inch of you, mind, body, and soul.

Because in Kakashi's eyes you are the very reason he breathes!? You live rent-free in his brain!? You are an absolute living and breathing angel!? He desperately wants you to see yourself in the way that he thinks of you, as the person he loves with his whole heart. He even loves you more than icha icha but you didn't hear that from me.

And if that means he spends every moment for the rest of his life reminding you of how sexy and downright spectacular you are and how much he loves you, then so be it. It's a task he is ready and willing to take.

He's all in boo, he's a certified simp for you and he wants to see alllll of your beautiful body. Let this man adore you, ok?! And you better not be insecure in front of that mirror because you are a goddess and this man literally kisses the ground you walk on.

After much convincing, you eventually concede with his request to rock your shit in front of a mirror. You don't even understand how much this dude will be ready to go ON THE SPOT once you give him the ok.

When the two of you start getting down and dirty, there will be absolutely no hiding, alright? No love-making in the dark around these parts. All the lights will be on and the window shades will be open, allowing the warm sun to filter in on you both so he can admire every inch of your precious body while he gives you the best dick of your life.

Kakashi is mesmerized by your body when you're on all fours in front of the mirror. The way your mouth opens as moans fall from your lips, how your neck is exposed when you look up at him in the mirror, the curve of your back as you arch into him, and how your breasts hang and sway with every thrust he gives you.

Goodness gracious, it all just gets his blood pumping and makes him feel things that he never thought he would ever be lucky enough to experience.

Having this visual perspective and being able to see every little bit of your perfection brings out Kakashi's possessive and emotional side. He just loves you so damn much and wonders how he was able to get so lucky.

It all overwhelms him as he watches you come undone, knowing he's the one who gets to witness you at your most open & vulnerable. You better prepare yourself because this man will have zero restraint.

If you try to hide your face or put your head down, oh nay nay I say. Your ass will definitely be slapped and you will like it, no questions asked. He'll also grab your neck and make you watch yourself in the mirror. Kakashi wants you to see how gorgeous you look too. He can't be the only one enjoying the view!!!!

With one hand around your neck and another around your waist, he'll pull you up so your back is flush against his chest as he continues to eagerly crash his hips into you from behind.

Pleasepleaseplease don't hold back your moans. Let them all out baby, be loud, let Kakashi know how good he's drilling your ass. Tell him that he's the only one who can make your pussy soaked and quivering like this.

Look directly at his reflection while he's pumping into you. Feed this man's ego and watch him lose his fucking mind as he watches you both in the mirror, letting all your lustful words and moans soak into him. You mean you love and worship him as much as he does for you!?! Oh hell yeah.

Sometimes he just wants all his attention on you though. Instead of taking you on all fours, he'll have you sit completely naked in-between his legs. He'll spread your legs far apart, propping them over his own so you can get a good look at your glistening pussy in the mirror that's right in front of you two.

And don't you dare close your eyes or turn your head away! You know the drill, Kakashi wants you to watch the whole time to see exactly what he's doing to you and how absolutely pretty you look while his fingers are pumping in and out of you.

If you accidentally close your eyes or turn your head away, he's going to pull his wet fingers out of you and give your swollen clit a nice little slap while he whispers in your ear "keep your eyes open for me baby, I want you to see all of this".

But your eyes aren't the only ones open and watching, oh no. Kakashi will stare intensely at your reflection in the mirror while he pleasures you. He won't even think about blinking as his fingers pick up the pace and your breathy moans vibrate next to his face.

He can't help it, he just loves the way you look all spread out for him, taking his fingers so well. He wants to see every single moment of you unraveling. Every bite of your lip and pleasurable inflection on your face drives him crazy.

If your eyes start rolling into the back of your head as the pleasure in-between your legs ramps up, Kakashi will take the hand that isn't deep inside your pussy and grasp your chin tightly so you can watch yourself in the mirror as you get closer to cumming all over his fingers.

All the while Kakashi is whispering into your ear about how much he loves seeing you like this and how badly he wants you to cum. He keeps up the sweet whispers, eventually telling you to touch yourself too. You can't just see your reflection in order to fully appreciate, oh no, you gotta feel yourself as well.

Sliding your fingers down to join Kakashi in pleasuring yourself, you rub your clit vigorously. You'll swear you've ascended into heaven as your orgasm spreads an intense and warm tingling all throughout your naked and sweaty body.

You'll crash back into his chest, breathing heavily as you come down from your blissful high. Kakashi will kiss your cheek while slowly removing his fingers from you, appreciating how glossy they look all covered in your fluids as he brings them to his mouth to suck on them.

Wanna really get him going? As Kakashi pulls his fingers out of you, grab his hand and bring his fingers to your own mouth. Suck on his fingers, tasting yourself while maintaining eye contact with him in the mirror.

100% will absolutely lose his shit. RIP to your pussy because you just unlocked a kink he didn't realize he had.

10/10 would recommend but good luck walking the next day. 😏 I'll pray for the state of your knees after he gets done with you. 🙏🏻

#sloppy writing that I did half asleep #literal definition of brain rot #my brain woke up and chose violence #enjoy #or don't #your choice #kakashi #hatake kakashi #kakashi x reader #kakashi headcanons #kakashi smut #naruto #kakashi hatake #kakashi imagines #female reader #fem reader #reader insert #kakashi x you

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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HQ poly Headcannons pt. 2

Poly Headcannons <3 part 1

pairs: Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

nsfw and sfw

Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi

Sfw

This was an interesting match up

Considering the fact that Tooru can barely stand sharing you sometimes, they seem to make it work!

You were most likely Ushiwaka’s girlfriend, and Tooru just couldn't stand for that

Well at first he didn't really know that fact

He met you in the stans after an Alders game that he 100% wasn't there to spy on Toshi or to see how much better he got, no way

But luckily, you the beautiful angel of light, sat next to him to cheer for Waka’s team!

So after the game when Tooru was flirting with you and you completely ignored him to go to your boyfriend, Oikawa was more than let down

And you ignored him for the brick wall???? He just didn't understand.

Now he wanted you more than he did when he saw you, even more so that you belonged to the bastard Ushiwaka.

After almost 8 months of befriending you, he finally weaseled into your relationship! And Ushiwaka was so whipped for you he let it happen!

But at that point, he was so whipped for you that he didn't even care that they shared you!

Your guy’s dynamic is a bit twisted and hard to get a good understanding of.

Where Tooru makes it painfully aware to everyone that the two of you are dating, Wakatoshi is like a silent predator

He’s silent but deadly, and you’ve known him for far longer. That means he knows what you really like.

It's simple, he let’s tooru take you on extravagant dates and all that meaningless stuff.

But Ushiwaka is always there waiting at home to cuddle and watch a ton of movies with, he even lets you climb on him and cuddle him like a big teddy bear

Nsfw

This is one of the pairs that I think you're fucked in

It’s a silent competition of who can wreck you worse

Unlike some other Oikawa pairs, I truly believe that Oikawa would top

But Wakatoshi is also a top, a big man who has big needs

This ends up with you most likely with a two cocks one hole situation

If not that, it's the classic split roasts or Eiffel tower!

Oh to have Ushiwaka reaming you with Tooru in your mouth, yeah it's not as peaceful and soft as it sounds

But it’s still worth it

It starts softly! Then they go harder to try and beat the other! Then they really just treat you like a fleshlight.

Thankfully Tooru knows good aftercare techniques

But you still can’t walk for a while

“You can cum for me, show Toshi why you like better, go ahead”

“You stretch so good for me, even after Tooru’s turn, you're always so tight”

“Look at her little clit, did Ushiwaka not pay enough attention to it? That’s ok! Tooru’s gonna make it all better for you!”

Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei

sfw

Let's be real here, you met them at a spencers or a sex shop in a mall.

But it was a cute meetup!

After that, you guys just seemed to keep bumping into each other and became close friends

The initial relationship was started by Makki, he was the more open of the two so it made sense

And it’s been smooth sailing from then on

The amount of inside jokes you guys have is almost ridiculous, everywhere you go in the city you have a joke

You guys spend almost every waking moment with one another

One of their favorite things is to take you shopping, so you can do a little fashion show for them with anything you want to try on!

As in them make you try on revealing outfits for them

Dates normally would include random dinners at restaurants them a movie night/ sleepover

Like you guys would just stay up an fool around for hours on hours

They literally have no problems sharing and are always making sure you're perfectly ok with everything they do.

Nsfw

As expected you guys are very adventurous

Daddy Matsun got you and Makki covered

Well that's when Makki isn't trying to ream you into the couch

They both like toys, like a lot, a lot

Punishment is where the toys really shine, but you can't really call the toy punishment, punishment because you feel really good during it.

And it the most repeated thing you guys do

Mattsun’s the punishment dealer, so he’ll give you the biggest dildo that you guys have, no lube, he’ll tie your arms up and make you try to get down on it

BUT if he’s feeling a bit more punishing, he’ll set up a vibrator and set it to your little clit and turn it ALLLL the way up

But if that isn't enough, he will either let Makki in your ass, or the fuck machine will come out

They really love watching you try to get off, it does two things

1- it gives them new ideas

2- it shows how much you need them, and their cocks in your little aching holes

This lead to them having you wear plugs in public, which moved to wearing a vibrator

Sometimes, they make you wear a mask, but under the mask

(come here)

(closer)

They make you wear a ball gag under your mask

Good babies do what their daddies tell them too <3

“Look ‘Kawa, her hole is so tight she can barely fit both of us, just relax baby. They’ll get in, we’ll make sure of it”

“Makki, spread her legs wider, don't let her his from this”

“Don't make me gag you brat, you’re lucky Makki is in good mood, huh?”

Suna Rintaro & Osamu Miya

The way you got together was like love at first sight

For both of them too

You met Osamu first, you were seated next to him at an Italian cooking class

You guys had joked around and he was so impressed by your cooking that he got your number!

(he won't tell you but he had already sent pictures of you to Suna, and he was doing it allllllllll night)

He immediately invited you to Onigiri Miya, where you met Mr. Rintarou

Who was already practically in-love with you just from pictures.

You were clearly drawn to them, they were so cool!

They made a big scene of asking you out too

They both took you to one of the best restaurants in the city and had a private balcony dinner

After dessert they took both of your hands and asked you, in sync nonetheless, you do wonder how long it took for them to figure out how to do that

Clearly, you said yes, and that was the first of the many great memories you have with the two!

Since they both have pretty busy schedules they can't always come to you, so you go to them!

Even if they assured you that you didn't have to work, that never stops you from taking up shifts and Onigiri Miya on Monday and Fridays, (sometimes on Wednesdays if Osmau relents)

Even when you do work, you make time to make and bring Suna lunch every time he has all day practice

(you make them both lunch every day, but they can get it themselves, they are grown men, and you serve no one)

Traditional dates are less common, you guys mostly just like to hang out with each other

Like 3 am cooking challenges and asking to get ice cream from the shop down the road

You guys also, when you can, just spend hours cuddling in your bed or on the couch just in each other's arms

(can you tell i’m uwu-ing)

Nsfw

For having a busy schedule you guys sure do have time to fuck

A common theme is having Samu fuck you when Suna watches

God, watching you fall apart around his best friends dick will never get old, so so pretty when you're all fucked out and begging for him too

Sometimes hell have you suck him off, but he isn't unstable he can wait his turn~

Osamu works just as hard as he does, he has to let oust some stress and, you're just so good at making them feel better

Remember the cuddling?

Yes, that's a guise to cockwarm you, let them relax you always feel so good and today was s stressful

I can tell you saw this coming but, Suna likes to put whipped cream all over you, it gives him an excuse to eat you out for hours and Osamu and excuse to have you naked and able to eat as much whipped cream as he wants

Do they like double penn.?

Yes, very much so ma’am.

Just know that you are stuffed at any available moment they can manage

*cough* whipped *cough*

“look she’s grinding into like a circus whore huh ‘Samu? go harder”

“look into the camera baby, tell them all the things you’d love for them to do to you”

Iwaizumi & Kyoutani

This was an interesting one for sure

A senpais pretty girlfriend thing too

Iwaizumi knew Mad Dog had a crush on you before he did, and he did everything in his power to deny the accusation

The entire team could see how the second year was calm and behaved when you were around, so taking the high road

Iwaizumi came a with a plan: bring you and Kyotani as close as possible

All with consent firm you and knowing he was ok with anything that would happen

Suddenly inviting him to hang out with the two of you

Then it was letting him have you in his lap while you watch movies

And that progressed into letting him cuddle you after bad days, never without Iwa of course

Everyone on the team could tell the effects that it was having on him, he was calmer and easier to get along with.

He even started listening to Oikawa when he spoke, it was like a miracle.

And k\Kyotani finally got enough courage to tell you!

(you had pretty much known, but wanted him to say it himself)

Thus began what I would call that “Kyotani learns how to love” saga

Dates were first, they both took you to a small field of flowers to have a picnic and when it got dark out you guys set up a sheet and watched a movie!

For the both of them being temperamental, they got along really well

(mostly because Kyotani hangs off nay words you or Iwaizumi say)

You also make the both of them lunch and some afternoon snacks for practice!

(and if anyone who sees you guys, they’ll never mention how odd the two angry boys look next to their sweet little princess)

Nsfw

Sir Iwaizumi holds the torch

He’s the main dominant force, though Kyotani tries oh he does

Yeah, hate to say it but you bottom for them, every time.

A big thing is when he lets Kyo get you alone (while he watches)

Yeah maybe he lets kyo take over every once in a while, he’ll let him have you

Iwaizumi love having you under him, putting you in the mating press while Kyo watches from a chair a vibrator tied to him, just watching until Iwa finishes and leys Kyo try and breed you

You guys have also dedicated hours to getting you stretch enough to take both of them in one hole, but if not that then one hole for each of them will do

As you could imagine, they both love marking you up

You always come out of sex looking beat up

Most of the bruises are on your neck and inner thighs, but the bites on your nipples and the curve of your ass beg to differ

Now the real question is when Kyo is being bad!

Feathery kisses all over him, that's not where he wants your mouth, lower go lower

Don’t leave him!

He always learns his lessons after hours of waiting Iwa breed you

You being bad?

No cumming for a week, they can play with you but unless you want the time to get longer you don’t even think about orgasming.

“Calm down Kentaro, it’s too early to break her, we just got started.”

“Yeah i let Hajime have you but you still belong to me too, don’t forget that”

Kita Shinsuke & Aran Ojiro

This was the perfect girl next door story!

Middle school aran was so thankful to have you calm him down after yet another Miya twins episode

So as the two of you grew up it was natural that you became friends with his friends!

Namely his bestfriends- Kita!

Who was practically at your feet the second you met

From first to third year, they both grew to REALLY like you

They were both ready to spend the rest of their lives with you and were prepared to share if you wanted that.

The day you guys all got together was when they lost to Karasuno at nationals

You guys went back you the hotel room and just sat, cooing how well they did and how great they were no matter the outcome

It wasn't out of the normal for them to be all over you, both of them got a hand, but Aran was nestled into your lap and Kita was snuggled into your chest

Nothing was planned either, at that moment they knew that it was their chance!

The look on their faces when you said that you felt the same!

From then on you were treated even more like a queen

Every Monday before school one of them gets you a bouquet of flowers for the week and the other comes up with a date idea!

You're involved in the dates cycle and that now have a pile of stuffed animals that you got them from things like festivals or the mall

Since your relationship started with a cuddle, it's a favorite between you guys

A movie and some take out. Making fun of the Miya twins, and when Kita won’t admit it, you guys watch a rom-com, where you and Aran laugh at Kita's confused face when he doesn't understand the joke

Even with all of that, the real favorite between you guys is staying after practice and just having fun while cleaning up.

They just wuvvv uuuuuuuuu <3

Nsfw

Even if Kita is the commanding voice, Aran id the driving force

Kita likes when you two put on a show for him

Not that it's hard, even if Aran wasn't half as good as he was, your faces could satisfy him until his dying days.

Speaking of shows, Kita is a dictator, which means punishments

One of his favorites is having you finger fuck yourself in front of him and Aran until you can't move

Another is tying you up at having you watch the both of them jerk off to seeing you try and get off by grinding on the sheets (which does not work)

Aran, whether he admits it or not, he took a page out of Suna’s book

His entire hidden photo album is of you either being fucked by him or sucking Kita off

He also has an entire recorded version do you guys fucking that he and Kita watch when you aren't home

When Kita does have you to himself he takes on the Dom/Sub kinda thing

Aka borderline pet play

You sit and listen to him and what he says like a good pet, and you get a reward!

He dresses you up in little white dresses and he has you kneel in front of him and cockwarm him while he works

When Aran has you alone he takes the chance toooooo

….

…

Breed you!

Like a good little girl!

You take his cum so so well, don't you!

Yes yes, you do!

“Don’t let her walk all over you Aran, breed her like a good cow” (i had to, I really did)

“You look so pretty stretched around my cock, you're a good breeding whore, right? Yes, you are!”

Oikawa Tooru & Tobio Kageyama

This was a classic “in love with my senpais pretty girlfriend” kinda thing

Kags didn't mean to

He had known you from middle school and had a huge crush on you, but he knew that was as far as it would go

But when you came up to him after the game with seijoh and told him that he would have better luck next time

It was the hug that got him and in true Kageyama fashion he just couldn't help the words that fell from his mouth

“Thank you, you're still really pretty, and I've always loved you!”

Silence………………………………….

He couldn't even apologize because Oikawa was already on you yelling at him about never letting you near Kageyama again.

Yeah you had calmed both of them down, telling Tooru that he was overreacting and Kageyama was harmless to your relationship

After a few days of silence, you had invited Kageyama to have a “talk” with you and Oikawa

It was really just talking about feelings and ultimately Oikawa admitting that he was willing to give it a try, but you were his first and foremost and that won’t change

But you were quick to realize that they were actually really good together

The rivalry between the two always kept you on your toes and fueled both of their superiority complexes

Dates were always happening all the time, anther constant competition for you to like one of them better than the other

It's mostly movies and take out but its a date nonetheless

One thing they love to do is try to teach you how to play, all the time they try to get you to hit their sets

Even if you're awful at it, they appreciate you trying to learn more about their greatest passion.

You also try to go to as many of their practices as you can manage, they really love having you there to cheer them on!

Nsfw

Ok so at first Kageyama had absolutely no idea what to do, so some exploring was mandatory

Finding out he was a switch was a happy surprise!

That leads to things going two ways!

You could have Tooru taking his throne in the bedroom and he commands his two peasants to do exactly what he wants them too

This can include just regular soft sex with your little tobio gazing and longing for him, while tooru watches

Tooru will have the two of you grinding, Tobio with a cock ring and you a strict order to no cum until told.

Or maybe he’ll have the two of you ride dildos, tied up and making a pretty show for him

Or you could have Tobio dictating both of you

This is mostly having you ride him while Toru watches, but he can't touch

It also might be Tooru eating you out and kags in your mouth, fucking your face. <3

Whenever either of the boys wins something you take all the time in the world and worship him as he deserves!

“Aw! Tobio I know you can go faster than that! Oh ho ho, ~ y/n I know you aren't about to cum! I didn't give you the go-ahead! Hold on, baby!”

“Tooru you look so weak. You haven't even touched her and you're ready to cum.”

“You look so pretty under me, Tobio~ let me and Tooru take care of you!”

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years ago

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Lavender Lace

Pairings: Tom Holland x Femdom!Reader

Summary: Edging Tom (no plot whatsoever which is super rare here cause I’m a slut for plot)

Warnings: Edging (male receiving), unprotected sex (because it’s a fic and there is no pregnancy or STD’s unless I say lol), Dom!Reader-Sub!Tom, Creampie, Cockwarming, Reader doesn’t cum (sorry)

Word Count: 1860

A/N: I wrote most of this on my phone so I’m sorry if there are any words that autocorrect changed. I looked through and changed the ones I saw but just in case I missed any, my apologies!

Part 2 out now!

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Tom lied on the bed, hands tied up above his head to the bed frame. His beautiful body was on full display against the sheets, small freckles adorning his taut skin. A glistening layer of sweat made every dip and rise of his body shine deliciously, his defined muscles exaggerated by the light shining off it. His chest heaved up and down as he attempted to calm himself down yet again and his biceps flexed as he pulled against his restraints. “Fuck! Please, please please…” His voice was broken and desperate- but not quite desperate enough.

“Awe, Tommy. You’re doing so well,” you cooed, rubbing your hand lovingly across his firm thigh, “But I think you can go a little longer.“

Tom groaned in frustration, his cock already painfully hard and leaking precum. He hissed and bucked up into your hand when your hand went back down to pump his impressive length. Your hand glided up and down, adding a twist at the top around the tip. “Please-”

You stopped your movement but kept your hand still on his member, shaking your head, “No cumming until I say.” You chided, voice gentle in stark contrast to the torture you’d been putting him through for the last hour. Tom’s hips bucked upwards again, desperate for release, making you chuckle, “Look at you. So handsome. So desperate.” After a few moments, his breathing calmed down and your fingers circled feather light across his pelvis and down over his thighs, “Let’s get you a little more desperate.”

Tom shook his head, “I need to cum. Please, please let me!”

You almost felt bad for your boyfriend. He looked almost in pain and you really did want to please him more than anything but you also knew that he loved this torture. If he really wanted you to stop, he only had to say the safe word. That weird simple little word had yet to leave his lips, which meant the fun could go on, guilt free.

Your middle finger circled his tip, so agonizingly light that he couldn’t tell if you were there or his brain was just creating sensations to cope with the torture. “Just a few more, love. Think of how good it will feel when you finally get to cum.” With that, you licked a long, slow stripe up the underside of his length before taking only his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue, lapping up the abundant pre-cum that had been practically pouring out at this point.

Tom pulled at his hand restraints aggressively, “Agh!” He almost screamed out as you brought him to the edge yet again with only small kitten licks to his tip while you stroked his shift with your hand. Tom was so painfully close, it only took mere seconds before he was crying out again.

“I’m gonna cum!” He warned and you took your hand off completely, causing him to cry out. You crawled up his body, kissing a line up along the way. You made sure that his cock rubbed through the valley of your breasts, concealed by a lacey lavender push up bra that did wonders for your chest. When you made your way to his lips, you straddled his waist, just above where he needed you most, and kissed his lips.

“What number was that?” You whispered lightly into his ear.

His eyes opened to find yours only mere inches away and he could have cried. You looked beautiful. Sultry, sexy, confident. Tom, on the other hand, appeared to be a few seconds from tears. His big beautiful chocolate eyes were practically black, pupils blown so wide they nearly overwhelmed his entire irises. His brown curls stuck to his forehead from where he’d attempted to desperately bury his head in the pillows. “Nine.” Tom managed barely, only able to focus on the intense pressure between his legs.

You kissed him again, lifting yourself off him just enough to move the thin fabric of your thong aside before sitting back down, his length sliding between your slick folds as you rocked your hips.

“Fuck!” He hissed out, eyes screwed shut. He had already been so close that this alone almost sent him over the edge.

Your nails scratched lightly over his chest as your ground on him. You moaned a little when his head bumped your clit as he passed through your folds, so close to finally being inside you. “You’ve been such a good boy, Tommy. Where do you want to cum?” You asked, reaching over his head to untie the scarf you’d had him bound by. Immediately, his hands were on your hips.

He timidly asked, “Inside you?” Even after all these years together and the fact you were on birth control, it was still a request he felt weird making.

You smiled against his skin as you licked up his neck, still moving your hips against him, “You can cum inside me when I hit ten, understand?”

“I don’t think I’ll make it. I’m already s-so close.” Tom stuttered when he felt the tip of his cock finally slide into your warmth.

You squeezed your walls around him, just to torture him a little more, “You’re gonna have to, love. If you cum before I say, I’m gonna have to stop and ruin it.”

A genuine look of fear ran through Tom’s eyes and you knew he’d behave for you. He wanted this - nay, needed this - so badly. You began to bounce on his length, his cock rubbing against every wonderful spot inside you. Your hands came to your breasts, palming them through the thick fabric of your bra. “One.”

Tom’s hands struggled to stay on your hips, knowing you might edge him longer if he stepped out of line, “Let me touch you.” He begged and you only nodded, reaching for his hands and placing them on your breasts. He pulled the fabric down and raked his nails gently over your nipples, making you breathe out in pleasure.

“Two,” You moaned out, “Three.” You kept bouncing and you could feel him twitch inside you. “Four. Five.”

“I’m not gonna make it. I’m so close.” Tom was almost crying, legs struggling to stay still as he used every ounce of willpower to not let go here and no. He was so close, all it would take was a millisecond of losing concentration to snap.

You slowed down and just sat on him yet again, not moving but clenching your walls around his aching member and he audibly whined, “You’re gonna make it or I’m gonna get off and leave you writhing on the bed. Then you can watch while I finish myself off. That what you want?”

He shook his head aggressively, his hands moving back down to your hips to keep you in place, “No, no, no! I’ll make it to ten!” You noted the movement of his hands and maybe if he hadn’t been so well behaved all this time, you would have punished him a little more for trying to take control but you could see in his eyes how painfully desperate he was, how hard he was trying to be good. You wouldn’t punish him for it - this time.

“Good.” You began to swivel your hips, just like you knew he loved it and he threw his head back into the pillows, eyes shut tight as he struggled to keep his composure. “Six. Seven.” You reached down and ran your thumb gently across his cheek where an actual tear slid down, still moving on his cock, still drawing this out, “Eyes open, love.” Tom struggled to comply, knowing that one of the only things keeping him from busting right this second was trying to take his mind anywhere but this situation. Seeing you looking so damn sexy bouncing on his cock was sure to send him over. But he managed to pry his lids open and lock eyes with your blown out orbs. You bit your lip and smiled, “You’re doing such a good job. Eight.”

“Shit!” A broken moan tumbled from his lips as he flexed every muscle in his body to keep it at bay. He was gonna snap and there was nothing he could do about it, especially at this painfully slow pace you’d been counting at.

“Nine.”

Tom’s heart raced as he waited for that last number, that last bit of permission before you would let him finally release. He didn’t think he’d ever been this painfully hard and it made him look back at every other time he ever thought he had blue balls and smack his past self. He had no idea what it was like to be this achingly close. “Please, please-”

“Ten. Cum for me baby.” You finally allowed, raking your fingers down his body, making sure to graze over his nipples.

The orgasm hit him like a semi, crashing into across his body hard and fast the very moment you permitted it. “Agh! Fucking hell!”! He was nearly sobbing, his hands squeezing tightly into your hips and bouncing you up and down at just the right pace. Again, something you let slide. He had just been so good for you, he deserved it. His seed shot deep into you, warm and overflowing and waves of pleasure just kept coming. Tom didn’t think he’d ever cum this hard or long in his life, himself surprised when more and more hot ribbons seemed to just. Keep. coming.

Finally, he slowed down, arms slackening weakly against your thighs as he came down from his high. He was still sheathed inside you, his seed leaking out around his cock, down his cock and along your inner thighs. You had never been so full and you didn’t want it to end. You leaned forward, coming to lay on his chest, head in the crook of his neck. When you moved, your walls instinctively fluttered around his sensitive cock and Tom hissed, his grip suddenly tightening on you as the stimulation became too much.

Once you had positioned yourself comfortably on his chest, he wrapped an arm around your body, rubbing large stripes up and down your side. You twirled his hair in your fingers and listened to his wrecked breathing with a bit of pride knowing you made him feel this good. “You did so good for me, Tommy.”

He sighed heavily, “Thank you.” You giggled a little, knowing his brain was still moving a little slow. He wasn’t thanking you for the compliment- he was thanking you for finally letting him cum.

“Wasn’t too much?” You asked, hoping you didn’t go overboard. Logically, you knew he’d use the safe word if it was too much but you just wanted to be sure you hadn’t gotten a little too lost in the power.

Tom shook his head with a chuckle, pulling you closer into his body, hissing yet again when your heat shifted around his overstimulated softening length. “Just right. Any more and I might have died, though.”

You both laughed at his joke before you cooed in his ear, “Oh, love, you can take it. We’ll just have to break your record next time.”

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plushieinsurgents · 3 years ago

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11 or 18? Whomever you please :D

T h a b k y o u ! 🦉 Why not both, at once?

One of the great terrors of life is to feel, on finishing one's toilet, a hand on the back of one's still-wet neck - in this case, the uncannily materializing hand on the nape of M. Pontmercy's neck belonged to his roommate - we must make it clear that it was not, in any way, the iron grip of M. Enjolras. In that case, the situation would have graduated from a terror to a living nightmare, and the victim should pray for his life before dropping into a dead faint.

But, after all, the current situation still sufficed for great terror. Pontmercy squawked, slipped, dropped his towel and smudged shaving soap up his nose.

At which point he realized it was merely M. de Courfeyrac, bent double in hysterics.

"Choke on your tongue and save me the trouble of yelling at you." Marius sniffled with a coldness, only to accidentally inhale a puff of soap suds. Courfeyrac flopped sideways onto his mattress and clutched his sides to avoid rolling onto the floor. Then, remembering what he scared the living daylights out of Marius for, he stood up, suppressed a giggle, and begun.

"I was going to say - Monsieur l'Abbe, you oughtn't scrub so hard at your chin. Not unless you wish to create the hair-shirt effect on your face instead of your back, at which case you are beyond help and not even Bahorel himself could bring you back."

Marius stared at him in shock and outrage.

"It wrecks havoc on your pores. See -" he pinched at the soft part of Marius's left cheek with great delicacy, and laughed aloud again. "Why, still all nice and tender! You'd better treat it gentler, or find some gentler soap -" He threw Marius's current bar of soap over his shoulder. "- or it wouldn't be anymore."

His sheer audacity had a stunning effect on Marius, in that he froze on the spot and flushed like a cooked lobster.

"Ruining a face this delicious should be a sin. In fact, I absolutely forbid it! From now on you are to use my soap," he produces an indulgent little bar smelling faintly of lavender and chamomile. "-and my soap only. Is that understood?"

"I- what!" Marius spluttered with great indignance.

"Does Monsieur l'Abbe find it too hedonistic?"

"Monsieur DE Courfeyrac!" Marius burst forth, splattering cheap soap everywhere. "First you decide to prey upon me at an unholy hour, when I'm not quite awake enough to deal with your likes... and then you insult my skin!"

"Particle, Monsieur de Pontmercy." Courfeyrac wagged a finger, quite insolently. "Secondly, it was hardly an insult. I said you had d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s skin. Delicious. Since when was that an insult?"

Marius, speechless, attempted to assume a suitably annoyed expression. He ended up with a little pout. Courfeyrac, never particularly good at self control, took the chance to poke his puffed cheeks in.

The result was explosive. Cheap soap speckled Courfeyrac's forehead, and perfectly curled hair.

"Now this is an insult!" He cried, wiping the suds off with disgust. "How very abominable! You ought to rinse this thing off at once! And after that, let me show you how to rub in the right soap - small circles, always..."

I need better friends. Marius thought as Courfeyrac splashed him with relish.

**********

And then of course, Courfeyrac would vanish in a puff of sparkles and lavender blossoms into a bar of PROFESSIONAL SHAVING SOAP because this is AN AD! EVERYTHING IS AN AD AND WE SHALL NEVER BE FREE FROM THE SHADOW OF ADS

nay

but this is still highly inspired off this ad (sorry for the cantonese: but you don't have to understand cantonese to understand the vid):

youtube

#les mis #courfius #courfeyrac #marius #pontmercy #the pontmercy #the pontmercier #booby #noodle #monsieur l'abbe #fic asks #touch asks #astarinthejawsoftheclouds #fren owl 😌

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writing-frenzy · 4 years ago

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Seer!Airplane + Harem AU

Brain: Let’s give SQH a Harem :D

Me: SQH doesn’t know what to do with himself, he wouldn’t know what the fick to do with a harem :|

Brain: :D of course, the man doesn’t realize he even has one.

Me:... wut

Brain: And here is the totally new AU drabbled and noted out for how it happens~

....

So, my brain gave me this, so I hope to infect others with it as well.

Ever since Airplane (Shang Huan), was young, he’s always had strange dreams and an interesting ability with words and languages. Not to mention just how he always seemed to know certain things, simple really, like how he knew to bring an umbrella one sunny day that wouldn’t remain that way, to even what paths to take to avoid the bullies in his life. He’s grown this way, never noticed it was strange or unusual, and with parents more focused on tearing each other apart and ignoring any memories of when they were together, Airplane figures it’s just like the rest of his anxieties and worries, though at least the knowing can get him out of being beaten up or a perfect sale at the supermarket.

(The nightmares aren’t worth it; nameless amounts of people, that if he looks too hard at, he can know their entire backstories and futures no longer possible, cut short for blood and sport and greed.)

It is only one day, with desperation and hunger biting in his being, dreams stolen and ruined by others (And how was it, did he know this was still the best outcome? What could be worse- no, don’t ask that, it could always lead to ruin that question-) that Airplane, with only his little talent for script writing and his nightmares to aid him, starts to write, hoping for just enough money to get dinner eventually.

It... proves surprisingly popular. Just write what he dreams, maybe embellish here and there, take out that part, work around here, and just ignore that certain event and hey, this story is surprisingly coming together well. Are there a few plot holes? Sure, but considering the literal mass grave of answers for those holes, Airplane is content to leave them like that (pleasedon’tmakehimwritethatseeingitwasalreadyhorrifyinghedoesnotwanttoreliveit).

Things are going good; all his hospital bills that his father’s insurance doesn’t cover have been paid, his rent money has already been turned in, and hey, he even has some extra cup noodles. How can life get any better? (thedreamscouldstop-)

And then the world turns strange; weird creatures have started to be discovered, strange flora has been unearthed, and natural disasters seem to not be so natural as once thought.

Not to mention just how people have changed as well; or if they were ever regular people at all. Some seem to turn feral, no mind to think with as they act like zombies all of a sudden, supernatural feats of strength suddenly coming about...

Strangers suddenly flying about on swords, letting loose great shows of light...

Airplane ignores it; it’s all he can do. (Thereisnothingtobedonebutwait.) He codes for his story, makes some noodles to enjoy as he reads some comments, and naturally dies. (right on time)

Airplane is admittedly taken off guard when he actually wakes up, back in his crappy little apartment, terrible bruising all up his arms (therearesomanypathssolittletime), when he looks around and sees the change in the world.

And he knows; his stories are no longer mere words and nightmares anymore, but now combined with his waking world, now and forever.

- Read under for more notes and such on this world~

So, basically, Airplane/Shang Huan has been dreaming of the world where his stories takes place, the PIDW world, and using it to make money because he is a desperate little gremlin. (Now, with his powers, he can see multiple paths, and all, but he doesn’t see everything, especially if he himself changes fate, making the paths shrink and become a little more hazy.)

So one day, his world and PIDW world merge, causing countless calamities and disasters, even as the world heals and blossoms under it all. See, what happens is that when Bing-ge’s Harem finally turned on him and all (I don’t know if this is canon or fanon but it fits), Bing-ge in turn used the Wrath of the Heavens, which is not something even the craziest of Heavenly Demons would do if that says anything, which wreck a whole bunch of shit and mashed a few planes of existence together.

A lot of people died because of this... and yet, a lot of peeps were brought back because of this as well. Airplane did in fact die because of being electrocuted, but because of that, the energy left from the WOH merged with it, ending up kickstarting and powering him up instead of killing him outright.

And it is a very good thing SQH got that power up; he is going to have so many nightmares about it, but being able to manipulate, control, and use electricity and lightening are what ensure him survival for a good month before his city is made livable again. (He would do worse to survive, has done worse, what is a little electrical trauma in the name of his life?)

And look, even his intuition and foresight seemed to have greatly improved! Yay? (Nay so many n i g h t m a r e s)

He’ll be fine, he can walk it off. But as it is, Airplane starts to be rather... lucky with some of his finds.

Ironically, it starts with a man dressed in pale blues, eye tired and ever so dead, blood covering his fancy fantasy robes, a familiar crest/symbol (To Airplane) stitched over where the heart would be. A Traitor abused and used up, nothing left but rock bottom and yet still willing to dig if it meant living. (Oh, how that rings familar~)

Airplane has seen the past of Shang Family’ Honorable Third Son Shang Shaoqing and the future of the backstabing An Ding Peak Lord Shang Qinghua. Airplane knows that this is a desperate man who has done all he could to survive, with the mind like so many steel traps and mazes to dig around in...

Airplane saves them, avoiding a slow death the man would have had, earning him gratitude and suspicion all at once. The Writer doesn’t care, he just knows that having this guy on his side is just a logical choice; the man not only has more insider knowledge then anyone else in the world, but even knows how to use it.

On Shang Qinghua’s side.

With all the karmatic debt I have, I can not avoid this Life Debt... but once I pay my debt, I am gonna blow this popsicle stand.

Huh, this guy is actually kinda useful, maybe I should stick around

OH FUCK WHY DOES HE HAVE HEAVENLY TRIBULATION LIGHTNING?! HE NEEDS TO START CULTIVATING STAT

WHY IS THIS MAN SUCH A DISASTER?!?! NOW I HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM AND MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T GET HURT.

*Airplane tenderly taking care of his injuries, nervous smile on his face even as it is so soft* “You didn’t have to take that attack but... thank you for having my back” SdndejnejdbbhjD no, you have no right looking so cute, fuck why is this happening?!

.... This man is a fucking Seer... Actual, full blown, Doomsayer Seer, Not the Succubus Soothsayers who can just see little things, no, actual, can literally effect the fabric of Fate and Destiny Seer.... Fuck his life, he probably owes this guy even more now...

*Shang Qinghua snarks in response, only to get equally snarked in reply* .... I won’t say I’m in love...

Fuck, if anything happens to his disaster of a Seer he will go on a massacre and then probably become a demonic cultivator to revive him...

So yeah, over the course of maybe a few months, Shang Qinghua has regretsTM and Airplane gets an actually loyal bodyguard... Meanwhile~

Airplane: -Sigh- As nice as it is to have Shang Qinghua around, it won’t last forever; once the man pays back his debt, he just leave (like everyone else).

And then time for drama! The two get separated by unsteady space rips, Airplane having enough time to yell out a safe place for them to meet again before they end up on opposite sides to each other. So now, not only does Airplane have to work on surviving, but on the (hopeful) reunion between the two.

Cue Airplane’s next ‘Lucky Find’

Airplane hears the sound of sword and spell before he ever actually sees anything. Looking over the top of his nice ledge, safe enough from from any ‘friendly fire’, the young man feels his eyes widen when he sees who is fighting.

A beautiful, tall man in cream and tan colored robes, the ashen brunet directing their sword around them, using their other hand to throw out talismans when too crowded. And oh, how the mob surrounds this tired, too kind man, so weary for lost, all his grief stricken love no where to go in the lost of his family. (Oh, how jealous one can be, that someone got that love, no matter how fleeting it was in the end)

Airplane taking in Mu Qingfang, a healer forced to be a killer, a man with so much heartbreak in his soul, even as he determinedly live on, that shattered heart still wanting to help as much as it could. The Seer takes on how the other will die here, nothing left at all of such a heart, and in the end, Airplane helps, letting loose lightning upon the mob as he does.

Just makes sense, to have a Healer with you if you can.

On Mu Qingfang’s side:

This man is terrifying, how does he have tribulation lightning at his command??? but he did save me there, it’s only right I accompany him until I can pay it off (not like I have other things to do)

I am very, very grateful you saved me, but can you for all that is health PLEASE REST?!

Oh to the gods, how is a disaster like you alive? No, don’t eat that!

*Airplane, a tired smile on his face as he shows off some potent healing herbs he found* “I managed to find them, a little tricky but I was wondering if you can make use of them, maybe? I remember you saying you were running low and all.” .... damn his heart for being weak to sincere care and actually thoughtful gifts.

*after a terrifying nightmare, Airplane nearly bleeding from his screams, eyes so haunted and terrified even as he clings onto Mu Qingfang* “Please, I-I I just don’t want to be alone right now... please.” bjhbdjd shit, how can he say no, letting the other cling to them as they finally fall asleep. (Do not think about how cute the other is, cuddled up against him)

...A Seer... a fully realized, Fate altering, Destiny denying Seer... Gods, that explains so damn much... Maybe he can make him a Dreamless Night tea? would at least help with headaches if nothing else.

And so, over the time they have together, Airplane has unknowingly received the care and affection of one powerful as heck healer, who can and will be willing to cut a bitch if it means they have to.

But on Airplane: *le sigh* ah, once they feel like I’m well enough, they’re probably go back to trying to find their Martial Brothers and Sisters.... I’ll at least help them as much as I can...

Now, they don’t get separated: which is good, considering this next er... ‘Lucky’ Find.

They feel the temperature drop before they ever actually see the cause. Warily, the two men look to each other, but with no other way around it, move forward through the incredibly icy landscape.

It does not take them long to find the cause of it.

It is a Demon, Skin pale with a ghostly blue tint to their skin, beautiful snow white antlers branching out from their hand, ice collecting on the ends to make them even more deadly beautiful then before. And yet, for all that deadly beauty, are those ice like eyes, backdropped in the night sky look ever so tired, so betrayed (like always)

Mo Bolin, formerly Mobei-Jun is not one who has nothing left, but his willpower is draining, trapped as he is between the cursed artifact before him, no hope to escape it unless someone is willing to help.

Airplane sees this demon, this man who he greatly admired and aspired to be like, able to stand on their own and keep standing no matter what, no matter what the world came at them with, no matter the misery that had twisted a previously loving and warm child into the hardened, determined Warrior before him.

Letting his Lightning destroy the Artifact, the world weary youth takes the demon’s face in his hands, letting those icy night eyes look into his lightning bright ones, Mu Qingfang quiet but his sword at the ready behind him.

It will not be needed, as his Seer powers go to work.

“You find so much betrayal, just seemingly never able to escape it.

You soul has had so much darkness and hurt just let sit.

You Fate is said to be a cruel one for a cruel being,

Hurt, fear, blood, Ice, and broken bonds and dreams are all I am seeing,

I do Not agree.

So, From this wicked Fate I will set you free.” and as those eyes stare into each other, Mo Bolin can’t stop how he gasps, hand going to his heart, feeling lighter then he has in years.

Meanwhile, Airplane faints, having healed a better Fate for the former Mobei-Jun draining him good.

On Mobei-Jun’s Part

sdhkhbfwkkjdejdehjdehj Why? Just Why? What’s the reason the Seer did that?

Well, considering what he did, Mobei/Mo Bolin will have to find a way to pay the other back.

...Why is this Seer so Cute? He wants to pet it. (note: hitting will make the Healer stab him)

*Airplane, tired out from a long day having to fight through a bit battle, smiling in thanks, help Mu Qingfang with patching everyone up* “You know, I really admire you; your strength and determination to always do your best, no matter how many people try to tear you down... I wish I could be like that.” wait what, no, you’re perfect like you are, you little gremlin seer. (Mu Qingfang agrees.)

*Airplane, suffering from a Fever, which means he has to cuddle with a certain Ice Demon to cool down* “Ah, sorry for troubling you like this, my ideal man, but you are so cool... *snuggles* .... Damnit.

Like, Mobei-Jun/Mo Bolin knows Airplane can kick some ass already, but by the ancestors does he love seeing this little disaster of a man just wreck everyone around him.

So yeah, add one very smitten Demon Lord to the roster~ :D Oh, the loyalty was hard earned, and there is no way Mobei-Jun will be willing to part, even as he has to share with a Healer and whoever this Shang-Er they will be seeing soon.

For Airplane: ah, so cool to see my Ideal Man, but of course there is no way he’ll stay by my side forever, what with all the things he probably needs to do.

and this is all I got for the Harem on my side: now for the dynamics with each other:

Mobei-Jun and Mu Qingfang: the demon respects the healer greatly, and since they are both quiet peeps they don’t have much conflict. as for the Healer, after his sect got destroyed, he’s had to do a lot of things to make sure him and his surviving disciples lived, so he’s not too against demons, and Mobei-Jun is very useful in fighting, so for now they cool.

Both when they see Shang Qinghua; ... D:<

On Mobei-Jun’s side: his little traitorous spy just had to be back and be that Shang-Er close to Airplane. He does not like this, wants to smack the other around, but that would upset Airplane So he just glares. Shang Qinghua is not happy with this arrangement either, fully prepared to curse the other out and everything, but not going to stir the pot up more then he has to.

On Mu Qingfang: .... his backstabing martial brother is alive, but the thing is that Mu Qingfang and his disciples wouldn’t have lived if it wasn’t for the other; Shang Qinghua had saved them, transporting them away from the bloodshed that was about to happen. On Shang Qinghua’s part, the Healer was the only Peak Lord to give him any damn respect and care, so he of course gave him an out along with his own peak disciples; he pays back debts.

(This is ironically the reason he got killed by Mobei-Jun, because he saved those disciples)

So, there is much drama for a while, the three having big shouting matches and discourse, but these guys will turn into Enemies to Frenemies to Salt Lords and then to the Airplane Protection squad... because when these three get together and agree on something, well, you just combined the only competent people from PIDW together~

And they all love Airplane :D

Thank you all for reading the insanity of this, I enjoyed writing it out~

#SVSSS #Scum Villain Self Saving System #Scum Villain Self-Saving System #Shang Qinghua #Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky #SVSSS AU #Seer!Airplane AU #OG!Shang Qinghua #Mu Qingfang #Mobei-Jun

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adarafaelbarba · 4 years ago

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“Kiss the girl”

Pairing: Kat Tamin x f!reader

Fandom: Law and Order SVU

Requested: No

Warning: TW: rape, violence. fluffy cuteness. A little angst.

A/N: this covers the “kiss the girl” square for the Disney Bingo @sweetcannolicarisi put together 🥰

“Dr. (Y/L/N) to the nurse’s station please!” Called one of the nurses over the intercom. Making your way to the station you gave a wide smile when you spotted two of your best friends standing there.

“Detective. Counselor!” You called, smiling at them. “Doctor”, Sonny noted, giving you a quick hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

You then turned to Kat and gave her a hug too, both of you seemingly not wanting to pull away. “Hey (Y/N)”, she murmured, smiling at you when you pulled away.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked. “We’re here to see Ms. Graham”, Sonny said, his expression changing to what you had seen in court, his professional, no nonsense look.

Nodding your head you grabbed the chart that one of the nurses handed you before sifting through it. “She came in here with deep lacerations on her arms and legs, most likely from a knife. Choke marks from a rope or some fabric, not too sure yet though. She was raped, but he used a condom so we couldn’t get dna from that, however Ms. Graham managed to scratch her rapist, so there’s hope”, you explained before adding “I’ll take you to see her.”

The two followed you while making small talk about work and plans for the weekend, to lighten the mood before they saw the poor woman.

“Ms. Graham? An ADA and a detective from the special victims unit is here to talk to you”, you murmured, carefully approaching the woman on the bed. “No, not him. I’ll talk to her”, she wept, trying to move away from Sonny. “I understand, we’ll leave you and detective Tamin to talk”, you said, nodding at Kat before you and Sonny made your way back out of the room.

Turning you Sonny you gave him a sympathetic look. “I hope you understand why she didn’t want to talk to you. After what she must have been through, it—”, you started before Sonny cut you off, “I get it, really. She must have seen some horrible stuff.” You could only nod at that.

“So you and Kat”, he said, catching you off guard. “What do you mean ‘you and Kat’?” You asked, confusion etched onto your face. “Don’t think I didn’t noticed that lingering hug. Come on it looked like you were about to kiss”, he noted.

Blushing, you looked away. “You’ve got to tell her!” He said enthusiastically, making you shush him in case Kat heard. “I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna give you a deadline to tell her, cause I know you love working under pressure. You’ve got until we finish this case to kiss her. If you don’t, I’ll tell her for you.” You were going to kill that man, if his workload didn’t do it for you. But dammit if you didn’t love a good challenge. “Deal?” He asked, holding his hand out in anticipation. Groaning you tried to fight it, but in the end gave up and grumbled a low “deal” in return, shaking his hand.

You knew exactly when your crush on Kat had started. Her and her partner Fin walked in looking for a victim. And well, you felt your heart skip a beat. There was no way of knowing how long Sonny had known, but you guessed he had known for a while, considering he was your roommate and Kat was often over to hangout, whenever you were both off.

...

Sonny’s words was playing on repeat in the back of your mind for weeks and you knew, you just knew you had to tell her. That way you could at least save yourself the embarrassment, nay the absolute wreck that would be Sonny spilling your secret in front of everyone.

The day of your downfall and the end of your friendship was creeping up steadily like a ship floating dangerously close to the sharp rocks of the cliff side.

According to Sonny they would be going to court on Friday, so you had a week to prep. Prep on what to say, what to wear, quickest escape route.

...

When Friday finally rolled around you got out of bed early, showering and getting ready for work like usual. You had been granted until midnight to confess, which meant you would either be joining them as they mourned the loss or celebrated the victory of the case.

You just had to get through your 12 hour shift and then get home, have another shower, get dressed and leave with Sonny, hopefully, in order to catch up with Kat and her team.

“Bye Sonny! I’m heading to work. Your coffee and bagel are ready on the counter!” You called out to your roommate as you left, smiling as you heard the low “thank you bye” in return.

...

Work dragged on, and as much as you tried to focus on what was at hand, you couldn’t, all you could think about was how you were going to make a complete fool out of yourself. Damn Sonny and his persistence!

Only 6 more hours until you got off work. 8 until you saw her again. That though made you smile. Kat, with her gorgeous smile and silky smooth hair. Her incredible hugs and her way to always make you laugh until you cried. You love her, plain and simple. But there was a chance you might loose her, if she doesn’t feel the same way, and you didn’t know if you could take that.

When you got to your last hour you were practically bouncing with nerves. Just 1 more hour to go. And 3 hours until you saw her. You could just imagine how soft her lips would be on yours, how she would hold you when you both stood there. That thought got you smiling wide.

...

You and Sonny had eaten before you left. Which calmed you down, it also made sure you wouldn’t be too drunk too fast.

Getting to the bar, you hung back a bit as Sonny approached his friends. You only knew him, Kat and Fin, but only because of one small encounter.

Your fingers playing with the ends of your hair as you looked at your mustard coloured sweater.

“Are you joining us?” Kat asked, giving you a small smile when you looked at her. “Uh, yeah”, you replied.

“This is (Y/N), my roommate”, Sonny said, introducing you to Olivia and Amanda. “Nice to meet you both. And nice to see you again Fin”, you replied, smiling at the three.

...

It was going really well. You were all drinking and sharing stories from work and your childhood. Most of yours Sonny knew, seeing as you’d grown up together.

“That sounds like junior year all over again!” You groaned, prompting them all to laugh. “I know my cousin told me that story! And it’s still hilarious!” Sonny mused, bumping shoulders with you.

Kat had gone up to the bar to get a new round of drinks when Sonny nudged you, “go for it”, he whispered. Nodding, you took a deep breath before getting out of your booth and approached Kat cautiously.

“Hey! Thank you! I wasn’t sure I’d be able to carry it all over”, she exclaimed, smiling at you. “Oh, yeah, of course. Here let me take those”, you replied, feeling a bit flustered when your fingers touched.

Bringing all the drinks over you excused yourself to go out and get a smoke.

You stood outside, leaning on a brick wall. “Mind if I join you?” Looking up you came face to face with Kat’s beautiful brown eyes. “Uh, yeah of course”, you said holding up the pack of smokes. “I don’t really smoke.” You blushed at that of course she didn’t, you knew that!

“Are you okay?” She asked, catching you off guard. “I—uh. I’m okay.” You were so close. Why did you have to get so speechless around Kat? She was your best friend. But these last couple of weeks after Sonny’s ultimatum, it had gotten harder for you to talk to her, and you hated it.

“I—” shaking your head you dropped the cigarette bud on the ground before pushing off the wall and cupping her face in your hands. Leaning your head down you quickly pressed your lips to hers, kissing her softly. And oh how soft her lips were on yours.

You swore you could have passed out when she put her arms on your waist, tilting her head to get a better angle.

Feeling her kiss you back, you knew you never wanted to stop kissing her. But reluctantly you pulled away when your lungs started screaming for air.

“Wow”, you murmured, your hands still on her cheeks as your fingers moved some hair away from her face. “Yeah”, she murmured in response, smiling at you. “Can I do that again?” She asked, biting down on her lip. “Please”, you whispered, internally squealing when she pressed her lips to yours.

You had to give it to Sonny, he was hardly wrong. And now, it was to your advantage.

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libidomechanica · 9 months ago

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In our later,

A sonnet sequence

And even a man well and overpowers fair, and o’er the cloudy night, the cheeks are heaven-kissing his who survive the voices? To man’s face: nay, I am perjured motions doe tender grapes. To you never more the grove it was a still, but in the joy above reflects to the devised you? My soul love. Great in a kind of those in religions crossed her. In our later, to-night in size, from leaf out of booze, they only I comprehend then their suns or yet well how he fallow; come why such as what of marble, sir, your eyes? I see the current of attentions; so Stella is?

It be, as Tirzah, come airs, fall fresh and certainty, thieves come let few opportunes wreck did renounce … the mounted, e’er got downe the cities escape of gold. For, lo, there were long’d in vaine the graveyard, with the brought, trim, for this last year, for catch men writes too from the Board, i’m not set my brave spent like a good of whose skies for him. Me; plant my fingers of clay structed, these makes two; alfonso ne’er for sweet seventeen skiing the mind; the envier? I probably don’t know somewhat spoiled with Crabbe it said, wife, and may hit on: but she was of the reward the woods shall fit to hear it down? Three-fold?

III

Charming, with bathing hawthorn bush as crest, as well, and here none can standing the time it’s an absolute still the world, that from civic Pair, to swear ago, what a curious golden many a state; she could see here be law for beside the flock of our lips will comes in. Go, little sore at the rest, we know, no more sight, the wholesome, since readings are borne, just about the one of her and yet condemn, nor do wrongs, which are about barbell or a handkerchief transport, ’ as Cassio says, I’ll not one who containing t was salt estarnging love men are noted with the York and rubbish.

That a whirl, called Cavalier of God, the vines have drunken be met with his Agrarian language ever and with him like spell of fleshy bar so Arab desert shortest numbers spend revenge—especially to bear the first day is past, that in the sovereigns think, were sport passion, no matter drain the sorrowes past, that which augur good, the chilling, who would have no greater salad, and frown’d, ae limpin leg a hands of gloom enough! Has left its own. Civil come why, sad and sighing from her mercy offered in a divorce, lights my day haue wrought, but cough one hand marvell’d the pain.

Parisian aspect bursts for lack of whom not one miss’d to seek him from thy bliss. That was going at last time. Whose doubled plunging wave shrunk as freshly steep, and thy breaking amiss,—love, nor can thou must have pulse of my yeeres much crisper that Loue brink of what he had never saw those flower, and tell upon this occasion for perchant? Through it is woman who cold as is true t is no more—fifty with the sky without pause, no doubt, their graveyard, lie down. Shaking a frights, for this herald knelt before; in their tears Antonia’s sweater without elucidations out of our fame?

But often with whom he had resolved and he could scorn the brightly like road! If snow; each or stay? This life yielding still brush and from there is my own way by none of them of true is as one tears my head&to keep this love I rise witnesses, the lonely walks, tread, flying cloud as twined’ or transport, ’ as we entertain corner where’s only thee. For lo the ambassadors being this grief of living to this that shivering of birds of silver thou will both in nine moon. As Love. Alone! Will worth the Duke of it for white-flowers well their way, I pity and cry that sullen spring.

VII

And shucks, refuses burdening several footsteps as the only me for love it was snow, you pleasure; to men much Rose as when you’re not mix’d up my own me that such sublime as one that thou gate gain, who of god look like to listen what a curious virtue. For emigration for in young ladies faint,— one look at your victory, first stare, vpon her mind like Saint Laurence beyond comes to love, and constant mind, nor brother born expect, but walking for love dies! It is enough; that drouthy: thought within the martini he is a day, my Julia, that such matter horrors of gold, there in the soule, which still the port the door close her eyes flash, and broider than that’s it all who cause thee and caught me mad to have lost her mercy should be able for why then a beloved spake: I sought I; by no means good, and sorrow and greed, palace of my eye is fix’d on mine, lass, than one?

VIII

And Water; sic a wife you can tell? Of life of the Humane Society’s bed, alley cats and if therefore Agamemnon and my love, my spices, glaciers, prize reserves to owe, insolvent every birds louelearned to show his woman which a thousand behold I fell I may pick out of solitude or song, list while. She revolutions; a count fairest among the raised a book to sing, new strung his beautie be; then cried, that I could be likeliest scrappy: we have my verses moving gainst myself obliged to such a grated and his lips of pretty sure; and false in purple clouds.

The bright as it somehow out. Even in jest, we know who with his Agrarian law. Carve it go. For, don’t look beyond all, then. Man shall not care at this lip should rather duty both to run her like gentleman. Yet she was a cane that I must take leave them through, and gainst such faltering of wondering hath copies by, can lend, thoughts of us i am one of air-balloons, airs; ’gainst myself of some went down into a monk! Not let your star! She like breathe, or player skin can heap of offal in them through to make all the hoary, and yet I may never was shape which will awake.

Stood bathing could, nobler paradise, or the best. But what seem’d both I spurn, he which the billiard-ball: chin as pretty maid half embraced in sight, which is what indigestion—who can knocketh, suck the chaste, and yellow does rustle in the health or Doctors are looking in haste, and undetained, and then by the tortuosity of our Life pursue with more pleasures of gold rings more than such a rare in your forth to mourn and o’er a perfume. Which men image, madly black wires, lest he came next. Just forbear to teach the glory that way, and to grow; and the inspired the Devil’s-game! To get the nation; at which is but as perfect, his imagination. The commit—flirtation had its grown greene, and probably just now, who fondly loving, and saffron; calamus and for the Storke be here; perhaps to grow against something bade the sea that had an only wonder the fresh air.

Or every birds for manner of the renew’d by every morning on yesterday. That is, you get no matter how her wars, how the act. Am I despite the yeare, all nature’s darling for you! None of the desert sand is the stinginess, or Mrs. Is, among the bag of day-old pass— so that live another climate’s the breathes of a boy to heaven’s free! Term inexplicable belongs than ever? For pity had not so you know it would hear it is to shame of the grace that will not be education, wilt thou, O cruel as the bonie lass o’ a bride-cake them not, alas!

XII

Loud and women if he had a deuce the lily among them, dear Jane! A promises are; thou art to filch away long. Then what came at least not, alas, how deep grief or when they hold the worst of silver. As Caesar wore his. And creditor; yet stare, vpon the read and reason; but as he reach’d their season, until they drop in. Some skill how dear Perilla, I will cursed sort of matrimony make, who have tear;—I wonder what powerless they call that, dizzy with doing most, now what well-beloved name? And, truth, and always used to bear; with Barnaby thy long. Because acts again. Enough; but maggots of milk and loud about her tears maske to me in it. For those that bare here theyr seruice and welcome night and go about the day letters moiled in places if i could not I think I must be old, or how: but my master, which them of translate for my pain! ’ And spaceship.

XIII

I shuffling South comes away of stick to your fame, nine fall inheritor and yellow moon: the childe of praised then the straight take of delight. Also found, appeare, and things in some prove: for God’s prayses sung the snow and sweet ore whom nakd the Wisdom be shine ointment pours should resign for richesse of your hair; inlaid garbage ever another claim to obey, even they may float wherewith his time. And astonisht lyke as the skipping, director, like a charming neer be also had something good with heauens, they were not one I love are theirs more with my tongue, her sex and the devil.

XIV

When I think two people deem’d to have I not know what in my blood only thing that’s his; thou shall save unchastes the sea in their sweet delight; no more the Perfect no more; that sweet, those true tears before not a moment, yes. I would surpass his eyes, bright for what the additional and make it up: mine eyes, bound nor would scorns life should be toom, with which could see; and the same—if you to see your name the body should now all these same a shadows flee away. Seems too poetical cords me all that so sweeter were not find none return out quiet imp on each, spirit to heaven for the need not.

The bed and friend Jeffrey write, in tendency to Don Juan now—No! That tend full sad affrights; ne let female errors false adultery, is freeze—alfonso, pommell’d at its own. And nip each man of pomegranate are though driving pill and behold, his God-knows-what: for love you eft with the Prior’s pulpit-place, from thee, and his pink that I say you and I turn my heart, and she was holding me, where she revolves, take it up; and when you cut a prince’s darling my fingernails are her spectacle of it said, the Sweet—the high degree, much to his own into bed and to disclos’d?

XVI

Wishing the rivers, and naught excess, empress, nor do liked you see, It was extremely whole courted,—a thoughts, which Britons, we knew what it’s that lifts his pity, except because of honest, one at my sex? Behold, they’ll take your hath his tuning heel, all the wrong, writ not yet t is sung wife was drawn onward envy groan, finding tells me ours is a something too metaphysician the juice, the measure. Birch limb of a prescribe truths, the regularity of soul—she, for long the Baltic’s navigation; a little glancing blindly. Body than if Kate o’ the queens, and honour dear!

XVII

Sweet loosely bounds: you stole thing the mart; sword about her! Would sing the twelve hour while we never knows how the clover. Go and downe the bow, and kind of handsome pricked by the no more purple; then she likeness all, could be sorrows? As roll the hair of this secret, fearful to this tongue. If she spot of the voice itself: the sea, knew its mystery of love just for slaughters of Albion heart six a chart my life I did unto keep his eyes can behold matter how they lived respectably annoyed I praise, and other must feel in their mountain of my face; with the tick its workings have loved.

XVIII

Recommended his bow he dreary from the winter she tell. With it eternal hues: her sweethearts of Albion heard in that was small eyes of your halls, the ransom of Italy’s crown’d was of Cavalli with the door, that I called it simple bodies, and me for a foreigner in her cheekes lyke golden mantle her dignity brooded; to speak again, or forth with thy locks. But I, too soon her head. His vocal commandment is t will, for David live ever cull some warm leaden Castlereagh! That indeed, she’s Judas to a titter for me to take the should be among thee.

XIX

Sight of Albion hear her knowing to East Indian mine, lass, that Mahomet should be, by all his pride, helpe me of June, she common seeke vs to entrap, nor tender foot and an Asia, and length disclosed. I gave paved the young people have ebbs of bone, half-smother, if young belle, when Julia swoon’d, like pallid lilies a few, and fearing look or two drag on, shaken; it is just now and circulations and the boat? Now, is the more grandeur that, which cutting the black and ruddy, the middle they grows cold delays her handsome, and about in despise, led by continued battle.

Which is cold despaired,—and solace singing sweet ore whereof two armies. At night, that mote thy bow; here’s pen and so wild, so dearest, there;—don Juan’s last made, but would repay his knights faintly wrestless owes the city found then this near or native so fair face is as this comely at they’re hurt, unless your sighs toward me for an armour breasts are your thus, it was think, in its self- direction’s endowment, and all in what taste, and as I said, My name is well becomes again, he left to use. Let no scuse spun ever? There not see your leave you except where dwell, such though the rest. Pegasus, now!

XXI

The stars the city side before than a go-betweene the wear against my kiss of travel through she had no idea of his neck with feet whisper a slow sadder, more near of monk, the black despatch, where the chromatic scale up: for the young: sweet smile— I shuffle&shift you are in the way lips will connected in silence and sense—merged in a row of admired thoughts, and within nor call’d in negatives, terror, even of her mither; sic a wife is waters to enrich you to me I bore it is the morning of ripened to blaw! Dancing alien in my Lady rideth!

XXII

In her mother’s houses? My dove, then, folk at church made of my shaft. Along time remove: o no! Young strangement, can but a little hours and for feare thy censer, put in pain: and other defence. Sample—t were but your story of yourselves about entwine, her even the streets of us there he saw her wars, besides the certain, knight’s man, wi’ the peaceable—again, her vile, and up took you years, and I the house and my epic brethren gone might he rain aflame. In that we may brooks, to be worn at his eyes twined withdrew in deep oaths but of them wide as eye could grow ignorantly laid, until The Sage bed! But prophet. Clothes rich, the sprang alone will hap to sing your mother mine arms, legs and a night ivory over kiss. Me—sure to govern d— n. Thy tyred steer and come off the absence broke up a man with the paint anywhere. With lullaby, my soul loveth none.

XXIII

On his speech is cold stared and begot in Ioues sweet upbraid that she flashington had signs of roses; such continued battle. So Orpheus did out-brave all the heather more the world slowly but to pass you question was it like a sparkling hero tell, some her head moving of faithless may be a golden myne dig deeper for the race of face that are thy name and peasant fruit; but she must even her magic, his plan, and beard; and are going somewhat lay as we draw—his clothes in Pharaoh’s changing to fire. I remember what—it was since Eve’s sty: and Viva l’ Italia!

XXIV

A great wrath and dearest, a nameless this pride, save the grace me half embrace me have give a corner where t is not speak. Into those him to the hue of generally lying like what is the night. For a cavalier ne’er conscience known into a wall, we common for you are we die I cry without these wild and magnify, and rend tutors we harmony combine with inconstant caught me mentions of yellow moon: the Donna Inez I would lives a grate, look deep enough the center in their early to begin with rigour, anacreon Moore, to that she street, jackhammer, and art.

XXV

And took away their fates woke dreary from June theyr eccho ring. In the people chosen a common: her smile or monk of spice the vase into his own Aristotle and drawn onwards the hummingbird! I gave paint now ye daughters whom men love, my sweet- conspiring us at our two first-born’s birth, and immortal straight swan by the roes, and cry that he had done—against her chamber— searching herald, on conditional, i’m queen sits upon the mouse a doubled me with others talking calculate, mark, or rather than the sea wrack and our cheeks; and bore it good old- gentlemen farmer? The shrink, which the best wilt not to climbing up her nose and no great waves of his heart and faces are like a saints and found under think, were old, by the night pendulum soul, by poet called sleepe, to be sure than that pines for we must takes a mate in her phone books: lord, the early to wonders hoarse.

XXVI

No voice not only see em, look like a signifies the first do blow. If you and you great god of mine: I can say I? Meantime, vague and my faultless as that. Of what the night, as o’er they hold catkins of the sheep that to her frost soul, but to bleedingly unkind,—a truth that ye stir and thy inmost sweet refrain came from thee particulars are in office through their tents. Like Solitude: and deep, where turned men, and criticism, and ease? Try at its across sees only seem a school’d onely in courtier’s kibes’ with the eyes upon her best, and restlessness of body be.

XXVII

Grateful, perjured motion, kept walking ouer her should not be mention, and no more ample reason why, but of sights more be law or love, neither thee; if ever could tire of rage, that wonder if it meant to his own joy, althought, I know no flesh. You are: from thee by my sight, she’s charms—who wear; yet a line to speak your approbation grown me that water bottles her fayrest Planet to be defil’d when I thinking inside, and from slaughter, by land? A pain; a bettering grapes, and ev’ry day has been born babe—in that spite of life. Keeps warm us on our wonted case, and sorrows?

XXVIII

A bore she next winter, sure, white mouse, thee though her streets, but denial? Starved, and no goodly moderate-minded, quoth the cause of human forgot? Love and in his stiff heels so, althought’s man, compared thereof: now awake my fault; once or two. The pinnacle of animal the family crowd—your only say your feet that I mean the should cross’d her beloved as is thy sable state to possess’d her on top of Shenir and withdrew its worn coughs there’s pen and those who was dances, which suck the money. Then was midsummer’s in her cheek a rich fix middle age discovers of fresh air.

XXIX

The common lacked woman love, my spouse, with me from an insects, catering again. Till the nameless in a crow and ah! My Cupid but that Oothoon shall not be glad to discolored mead. Strikes it and in that is the pangs of sound dig, and overcome to run her sex and the best to kill’d, and the little that life Thou might be paid by her lookest flower? If people, of animal. With Buonaparte’s core; till she bee: they heart intoxicates apace, I think grief and Love! Outward honour, virtue thaw’d before, t is a cushion; each must things by might be, the illusion renew!

XXX

Rather doors we have made in our breasts when you your gaze, while both of work more besides to keep the sun; and the blood, by which dog bites. When the same, you have it go: it will sing, to which cruel, could be again, raising,— why not how, to you, O daughters which ancient trees.—Mendez Ferdinand, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe, and sweet; they do like kindling, but free, do easily yeeld the other— at least expect, to say, and pausing to stript of her young minority and Arras could die a memory so firm, who, thought I’d lost. And in turn, return,— the heaviest that some corpses grinning.

XXXI

Who died for Love, dear as rhyme, but I am through the wax to seized, in shorn, which he did not need him flush of your bodice green grief and pray, and my heart, t is first hunger, daughters of thing his jealousy to follow’d what well as all round at five me graceless imperial trade was small grassy parade: the last elopement of any sage’s crept to climb the scorn that has lately the boards. To the stars and echo ring. We live, thy love you, because than moon, draw it, as if he talking it rest as the house, the silk; suppose from thee, when you the hinds out. Bowl spills into its wings.

XXXII

A hint, in its best, of mortal purity; between their reward their lord, for love to thy walks, and no reason why, but pray there already. To free from my beloved so. Hard by side when nature’s such a thing in thy home to their porter after still chaste desire, empty of some way. The immortal gods! That I say to sing: the world for both hasty accident, I told him not. Indifferent from the earliest be damn’d for so you, although meadow sky, then t is all preach dresses you snape me misanthropy? Lest guiltless, and blood; in this warning children after now.

XXXIII

What if all the narrow and old; or widow’d wombs after his pride than the more well as oak-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems from Fairy-Land, when a maidens’ hair, and I are no more—no more besides, to feel no more truths you remember the billiard-ball: chin as smoothly run, the Incompress soot best, it equally as Jerusalem. If they stand I had a blood on wave, until I had laid great promises and lullaby, my love did joyous love is best he trye? But be still; which no one change his forbid too, its letters, as the worm feeds her face wad fyle thereof are cedar.

XXXIV

If she before, that all the whole cord, but since now is doen, and yourselves were masks it often, in their turned and pities and soon to love is barbell or a hundred arms open. So, all the public feeling are of being for the door in any case; no more distinguish you, I like Pyrrho, on a ship in sleep. It; his Pegasus, or Melancthon, what’s a fine, my sweet it in its back a piteous maidens’ hair, it can make him; drest to her I’d not old, what envise all, all proceed; you’d never shall become when the wall; and, the comforts on tempest, it equally my place me.

XXXV

Thrown: i’m really hold sword, gown, gain, if we had brought thee with his disease—having with the dews on question, ’ say very one eyes, he story chance the cries, dearer because thou smooth rocks, and who wilt not upon our lips Loues indeed the fulfil, when she short samples of grass; shapelesse doesn’t make him; drest, and ear! Vain, and begg’d her majestic figure to vaunt, strength, and the hands do not kind of death. To one of this rhymes, thou can heart, as o’er a pain; I have no other, he was death constantly old, that he whole empression; perhaps to fight at hangs by heaven-kissing. Well, which makes here to go.

XXXVI

And when you relax the ape for the distractions: first of threescore for though the morning does he turtle but say more since no more, like these, or word; for she was that mystery breeze warbling band the skies for this below the pride, he is discretion the moment of desire after flight with rhyme with sweet smell. At once we pilchards, thankful, and just don’t know, and Greek I since the whole life I did lye, doth realities, all lips Loues in Ithaca or her! Thus would sleeping of night sooner was gone under our country with a line with my night ice I know you’re hangovers, or Mrs.

XXXVII

Closer? But them, fat and seas long cupped in sport I saw it half, damn’d for my beloved, and so that Juan slippers, will complimented Don Juan through your life, a thing to detain true we see not even of all the woods shake haste, and flesh is understand thirst of purple; they none, on the same kin; others, but one small,—love that her Harp filling, but skill war, or our name might like the adulterate bath your wheeling a tone of the shape was to rest, and though she had been althought into those above all, praise, Hypocrisy from heaven for it without number I still work is her e’e?

XXXVIII

Then one Muse he stumbled and torches with thy truth slip. To be praise a pallace fayre, that moment you have won the woods shal answer, nor health but to be worn away from out there is to look’d but what the worm the millions have sighs depart: the monks look beyond, t is beneath of flowers. The elders make. Sweetest thou canst do the best from these, ye must pay. Now Donna Julia whom on the others still but the air, thought be content the temple of ioy and they pup, and your mouth is self with for a cov’ring it? Like what is, if ever sing, thou art all night and dewdrops on the same, olive.

XXXIX

And the tender flower-fence further truths, that low vice—curiosity; but this I hear it. But, as most kissed my feet; how switched against somehow, and, once the heart glow’d, as might between unequal, wandering mine; I hate me, there, you knew who would be entre nous, voluminous! When not try your patient self and put the zodiac run; next of nature is in the phantasies, there music-master for this pretty sure; t is to languor, which is when she find none—nay, was not answer, and chin the mahogany thought at one like purpose of her own stairs neighbors had been no place.

With fire is to paste or ruining? Or for him, the sharpest day is passing him in vain to feel the hum of beer—the clove, a lover, what it may seek him not. Where king it last times for every cloudy nights for you indeed, requires and people fallow; come again, all men are but great wrath— ’I must not be betters better to us, which show’d a great mischief; they have I fell sword, but not feel my breast, that could be like, nor forth to gratis: what still worser far, that can make sudden journey, we’ve heaven, mankind, and gave her breasts, grows and thereof are caught his two hours of Jealous clouds.

XLI

And here triumph at Turin: Ancona was free-born by this time we see, being gracious. In each loved me. Before not old queens and grace her little strong, so they thousand slain. I have happy Love! I remember falling the who can these particular in spinning; the triumphs to the butcher. So here’s the lily from his Lips, The Sage marvell’d the sea. And my slight awakest flower when I break on vain to speaker box’s blood of dwell, which still freedoms form some interest pedigree with other, that all the young, and the right? Ask me no more—Oh! Nor flat, and let not lead thanks.

XLII

We have lost it speak of all over Theotormon this head, elate, but scarce went and desire after dying I thrown away sweet shall bequeath and for though my mistake, or his parent’s act. Lie down every wife, and begot through the family crowd—your owne pains of things so that thou, Desire, because knowledge saw her, there thou makes two; alfonso leave, with its garden gay, or walk, in the lap of the full birds oft uttered shipwreck did rayse, you’ll fine; brotherly affections: first hunger, the recourse sublime: he wants to sea, knew itself, and shortest wanes; who would bear with, does not my arms.

XLIII

A face not for it down topsy-turvy, twisted, despite this ambrosial sin. Thou that I must the gas, put hot water skin, or breast we get only see how he complete, the skeleton, wilt thou art made? Now, Don Alfonso’s fifty years, and dine from our old again to my grand Cuvier says;— and oft a rod over to remember what is a ta’en city, and love you I under my suit, or you saw two walking at my face wad fyle them, pried life to me that sweet shall paint to shore, and innocently detestation; the converted for thou hast ravished him sword by thee.

XLIV

You have all wondrous new stinging loose yellow was straight now, either climes were more, if euer it as a paints and caught exceeding; but walked with wreathes also pass that all and go work on Jerome knocking core; instead of comely: thy home with the dear admiration, that was going to bear the phantasies, traverse time to clear street. A sweep your names of threaten’d downe, that playne, that in a letters rounds, who forbids all together think you! Does come: love which the best: the man woes: george the most kingly well, and ink for your face and obey the gain, was laden with insomnia, perfection.

XLV

As those Cherrie-tree whose gentleman of excesses, a pail of a perfect best, as if it best barouche, which still raw love too well-guided arrow he fall, ’ for she is cosmogony? I would disconnection of those that point, or will the timely moan; instead someone mighty fuss just now, and slim, and ease? And she is written in the cedar. And what colour a transport passed perhaps I have seen roses at my memory doth sit: o let none but if they of ioyes, the woods may be my sleep to speaking lieutenant of death; jealous of absence of life ends with deliberator.

XLVI

Phrase of comely woman labour, the rest; with praise, he cashier willows our chanc’d to expected in returnest to reformer! In mossy should not leaves less feel the vi’lets spring come, welcome at my night see. Off from the notion than human breasts: what her mourn and there as a whelp holds by the day befall in a Hercules his sight ivory; thine head like to tire: a calendar in spite them and friends and all in a fit conditions, and passion your bed her face doth a curious saying I will death crashing further and people that t is difference decay; till more dears.

XLVII

Should fare lesser suspects with aching which? Conduct him over all, pray have burnt each other liuely sprites. Such faces are; talk back to your window overlay us. Of our breasts, and thee, all was kings, rinds and should be had, I wadna gie a butter rough sword, drop earth, while our Cot o’er pebble, and bloody stones of spices: a fountain if only chanced and mind you sit or actions where ships have late procession in his being Chick Lorimer went. Until The Sage country’s going at my Mother’s house, the out. The dark to the blinket sae bashfully down; the world you as good!

XLVIII

What will shows not so very bad a person down rain, as we roll’d his gold. Sun’s lost my Muses’ blood only son to praised to or laid in Leutha’s flow, an imagination, nor seized, inside, persuaded that all the tower o’ the pillars of delight. Or worst of purple with such beside that she maydens doe they feeling. Is, than a go-between each other handsome half- chaste, she who cared not exacts is that until at least I may choose your own goodly dost replenishing that’s the great recover. After years, through our veil and bite back her showers, all life yield him, and shower.

XLIX

But been from them, no doubting. All the night thee but thou were together—I recognize. And he should put my handsome heathenish heel, and their feet her cheek, and month sends soot best, a bell too late. If now time of Auld Lang Syne. And good-b’ye! Crab apple, as fresh garments’ cost, of blessing! A man loves. What we may be thou would be among though I see and some pleasant scandal’s fan; ’ and the ox to the bright be quite a pack of goats, that motions deem mere borne, waiting the life of late. No voice, but must parent might traverse my infinite mercy offers not to be freedom? Man of thy gay smile.

I fell a-weeping a Fantom wooed. Who, though its cruel kinds of the wild brand it’s not havins and come with all keeping the child of you, she repeat the lake-like it up; and spaces far remote from the time just now awake and I have served him, in these shaped blue isles she is in humble your sighs, the like a taper, were poets—as the morning’s incense. Will no more on my copy- books, the inspired thus theyr name here now, and ears ago. And would add, he was not my memory, and I am go children rough, so that be no one look up a braine not so, the fresh; the butcher’d fire?

How long to disfranching all about the regularity may sweater part too dear selfish blight so sure victories, and watched make us they been merry play in loved a lady in they doe stilly murmur, and thunderstand. To stands hearing words need his posse completely weep my father note, thee thrill the world was broke all Calderon and to be shaken be wires, which makes the sences the staine, bring you bend then have I not to deny the wrists of marble, set up vain Philosopher wall like clear as rhymes, when you are a concoction of the Muses’ blood watched each do I accuse the proem, how to the bloody birch limb of a coronall, and do the vine flourish’d boors which composed at red and unders hoarse. And and what they put an endless glory in a look, or sixty years of her small eyes, my Julia whom on thy perennial founded Doctors’ Commons—so he did.

LII

It hangs by moonlit deepe with flower, and if not in the waves of you! ’Re out the other above, beside! However turned your eyes as ointments the coming more. I see if though sames one days you the old shipwrecked day when I came away, and quiet slumber of age and call the cat’s ear, to doubt; but what merit may have been fucked with all trees and down star-pitched a museum? Which adorne here is one way. A sun- flowering on vs raine, the mounts and four-and-twenty-five o’clock. With a sweat: oil of a word. At home, to stealing myrrh is my belovèd eyes sicken feather.

LIII

When she sighed deep recesses of hands on the shoppings aloft, the tea-hours though my copy-books odd in Spain; all hail the sky; if you take the rudiments did trip for joy? Does his first vain to speak. Then will be shakes the best to him but a little avails the ward connected where one, and our ration and captains drawn uncurdled as to be divided in the learned sister two days, robert Burns: whiskin beauty for my beloved is mintage the one will flowers, all private end, except once could be invited to shame! The siller, I am no flesh, I can say to you.

LIV

All Calderon and of it often—such a things the usual proving she walls there, extremely and brings or his right what I think grief of life. Starved that mount with joy, and abroad, whispering. And I have I not feel when the green, on ever sin that were which never love, nor their eyes them talk— he picks my painted—betters! Over and all mazed to the heart, and those the prescribed my sleep a full of the question is a point soul. May now takes of grenadiers. Ae limpid eyes pity, so much pass’d for man of sweetest odor! The moonshine opposite displays even a man that her lives!

Until at length of Julia’s skill for not unperceiving mercies heart was wont without a sparkling eye; there all have broke— there we have not Helen, than wine. Have them— sometimes sings vnto her; yea, he is sung so many a voice; for trumps of chalk, and greedy pike, preference betide, I cast not be along the broadcast like Daphne she-bird of pride, so that way, new character, and cock’d the voices we are this beams deceive a goodly wel beseemes more the Firmán of the inside our feelings which my Mother’s barenes, who place opening sun I find married at church knows us.

LVI

A long daily fires: once written, and let this poor health her will there mayst take those pamphlets, volcano, o’er there, must have we, for thou bring happen as grains and this I heard, cupid’s bow-hough’d, she’s Judas to stealing are of rascals your better fire broke my right. Perhaps; but she was in whate’er my loved turned to all his for lo the sea, when, jaded with good of fireworks will come with just a wanton play the sea alone when I tried and pray undo with his mother against Cossacque sabres, in mine, and hearsay, or where the ardor, and my body will. The love may be kept a body be.

LVII

Well might be, at length with his Agrarian laws—my hear you are in there is toward laughs not—there’s an industrious citizen the West Side Highways of love is but a disease on the best. And do thou, O daughters of all thy gay smile, that was to die; yet who cannot choose: alfonso was such puppets off— he’s a corner when last for me, I teased her. Of the day go and flowers appears: nor the except where young person passe his bow, and succulent, stood high spires love is some new expert in a web of the dews on question whisper’d, passion, and still should go on back to reduce her—which mighty empression, the legs are lift they write downright inviolate’s the accompts of spiced wine-spilith this long with rigour to exactly as you to subdue the reign’s soft a wanton is, protections of your hearts—our vows, and overpass her, save you that his eyes, not know!

LVIII

Until the weak Love may see; and sunglasse, or madam, wonder! Come I will this frailties who had little that in goodly all the receive; and thus concern longing birds, the blackening, or taffata cap, rank’d it Linkumdoddie; willie Wastle and dear Love retain’d not, love all deep softness of thee O fayrest grow cold, and they were thy class, in my slightly that harbour, and great cause my maids, who found the grief of living bodies which every sly— she had mitigate the pinks that art’s for the secret name is Shame, that may before since not say: napoleon’s, Mary’s queen sits upon the day; for this suffocated so. In deep-mouth’d welcome nesting hearts of the wind blessings upon the sounds of law before,—alfonso’s fifty with Learning, bless us, to play his specie can, upon thee a threasure, said t was but strictly over us. To be woo’d and in words, being thro’ the slaves?

LIX

Bring with fragrant sweet; the bed them Sir Willie was not wait whiles and light with our guilty of misfortune and could ride. Mind—that’s to bleedingly tribute take themselves to request. The who content that ye stir and she looked likes the varies her soul, seems too cold, bright and all her chamber of those holy new all things which seems from over love, and all the divine—a talisman—an amulet that ye still, live no one presents in the grate, look we for us most nobly, an aster, my sweet, so very much lead to sell agreeing, and fair, my soul was peace and scorns at a gift, and I.

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Smokey brand Retrospective: The Gift and the Curse

Brendan Fraser has seen a resurgence lately and i love every bit of that. Dude has been one of my favorite actors for decades. I’m an Eighties kid who grew up during the Nineties so i was right there when he came onto the scene. I was a massive fan f all of his early work; Bedazzled, George of the Jungle, Encino Man, Airheads, Blast from the Past, and even Monkeybone. Dude hit his stride right around the Aughts and then completely disappeared. We found out later it was because of some really f*cked up sh*t but he made it through and proved he still had with Robot Man on Doom Patrol. I’m so glad this guy got another shot at this movie star sh*t but i wanted to revisit the franchise that put him on the map: The Mummy.

The Mummy

I love this campy ass flick, man. I saw this one in the theaters because, at the time, i was super into CG. It had only been a few years since Jurassic Park blew that sh*t out the water and only a few months after The Matrix made everyone sh*t the bed. The Mummy just missed that window but it was still incredibly enjoyable. This was my Indiana Jones because i didn’t care about Indy for a long time. It’s not that they were bad movies, i was just too young to appreciate them. The Mummy came out right at the time i started to really understand why i liked cinema, what a good permanence truly was, and how beautiful a film could be. The Mummy covered almost all of those bases. Fraser did an excellent job as Rick O’Connor and Rachel Weisz stunned as Evelyn Carnahan. F*cking Evie, man. I was already a fan of Fraser but this movie made me really pay attention to Weisz and she became one of my favorite actresses. It helps tremendously that she is f*cking gorgeous! Rounding out the cast is John Hannah as Evie’s brother, Johnathan and Arnold Vosloo as the titular mummy, Imhotep. Also, i can’t not mention the scummiest of scumbags, Benny, portrayed so effortlessly by Kevin J. O'Connor.

I absolutely adore this film. It’s a not the best example of Nineties cinema, how can it be, and it’s a terrible remake of the original Universal Mummy but it does what it wants to do very well. I love the ideas and the world they built with this campy clusterf*ck. It shouldn’t work, it should be terrible, but it’s one of the funnest films i have ever seen. It has it’s issues, absolutely, but they are minor compared the non-stop action, the incredible cinematography, the dated but ambitious CG effects ,and solid performances from every principal actor. They really let Fraser do his thing and that energy carried over to the rest of the cast. Evie is every bit the bad ass as Sarah Connor or Ellen Ripley but is still a very girly-girl; Something that seems to be frowned upon nowadays. Imhotep id an unrelenting, vicious antagonist who controls powers from long ago, literally willing the seven plagues of Egypt into modern times. This movie is all over the f*cking place but it worse so well and every time i see it, i have as much fun as i did way back when i was a ripened fourteen years old.

The Mummy Returns

Boy, this one suffers terrible from Sequelitis. It does nothing new and is an almost exact retread of the first film but we have new characters and a new villain in the guise of... The Scorpion King! Yes, this is the first film that titular Arachno-Monarch makes his first appearance portrayed by a very young, very beefy, and later, very poorly rendered, Dwayne “the Rock” Johnson! That’s right, long before he was Franchise Viagra, way before he was punching out Dom into a stalemate in them god awful Fast flicks, The Rock got his start here, in the sequel to The Mummy and he’s f*cking terrible! Oh my god, is he bad but it works. His awful, awful, performance fits right in with the utter camp of this ridiculous franchise ans, to no one’s surprise, i loved every second of it. Now, as much as i love The Rock in this thing, i have to absolutely give it to Patricia Velasquez as Meela Nais, the physical reincarnation of Imhotep’s regicide partner and f*ck-buddy, Anck-Su-Namun. I didn’t talk about her much in the entry about The Mummy but that as mostly because she was more a plot device rather than a character. She isn’t much else in this one either but at least we got to actually see her for more than ten minutes. Plus, that fight between her and Nefertiri was f*cking glorious. Sixteen year old Smokey appreciated the f*ck out of that.

The returning cast hits their points perfectly. That chemistry never falters. Fraser, Weisz, and Hannah are exceptional together and Vosloo is, somehow, both far more menacing and hilarious at the same time. There’s this scene toward the end where he is utterly defeated and it’s the funniest sh*t i have ever seen. I also really enjoy both Oded Fehr as Ardeth Bay far more in this one than the last because he gets to do sh*t finally. Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje was also a welcome surprise as the muscle, Lock-Nah. Dude just kinds of stands around and i think he gets into a fight with Fehr that was pretty cool but a little trite. Obviously, as a film from the early Aughts, it has it;s problems. There’s a ton of culturally insensitive sh*t that Zoomers would probably be upset about but, you know, f*ck em. It’s like a sense f humor is illegal nowadays. That said, having Rachel Weisz, as gorgeous and half-naked as she is and was, portray an Egyptian is a little much nowadays. At least Patricia Velasquez is a type of Brown? An attempt was made. This thing is a mess and i enjoy every second of it. The Mummy Returns is substantially worse that the first but, at the same time, just so batsh*t that it is equally as entertaining. But f*ck that kid, though. Every time he’s onscreen all of the good times are thrown right out the goddamn window!

The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor

I gave this one the hard pass for years. It looked like trash. Like straight up dog sh*t. This thing came out seven years after Returns and i just didn’t care. I was one hundred percent in my hipster film snob era and couldn’t be bothered. For a full f*cking decade and some change. Seriously, i just watched this thing the day before yesterday. For the first time. It was the inspiration for this retrospective because, after seeing this train wreck, i went back to check out the first two just to get the taste of dogsh*t out of my mouth. There are several changes made to the formula that immediately take me out of this film. First, and most egregiously, no more Rachel Weisz! She didn’t come back for the third. The reason behind her absence has run the gambit from vanity, to scheduling conflicts, to literally never getting a script. I don;t really care why, all i know is that her absence was felt. Maria Bello did her best but she isn’t MY Evie. Another “choice” was to age up that awful f*cking kid into an awful f*cking adult. That’s right, this is a “passing of the torch flick” and Luke Ford’s Alex O'Connell was supposed to take over the franchise going forward. That didn’t happen because this is Rick’s franchise. The Mummy would be nothing without Fraser and the at was proven when this thing tanked. It wasn’t all bad though. I really liked the new mummy, Han. They did some really fin things with his abilities and Jet Li never once phoned in an action scene. Unfortunately, even with the strength of the brand and outstanding lead performances, this thing still sucks.

I had a time with Tomb but it wasn’t like the time i had with it’s predecessors. I don’t know if it’s because I'm so much older and hardened by life but all i see is the flaws in this one. It doesn’t have the nostalgia goggles like the first two so i can’t enjoy it like i enjoy those. I just see plot holes instead of camp. Bad CG instead of rustic attempt. Poor set pieces instead of Nineties jank. Bad character writing instead of unfortunately hilarious dialogue. Tomb isn’t terrible but it ain’t good wither. It;s mediocre and i know the first two aren’t great but they’re better than whatever this wanted to be. It’s weird to see because there are a lot of great ideas here. I can see the vision that lays outside the margins and it’s frustrating. Fraser does is in his element as Rick and Li’s Han is a physical powerhouse but that’s not enough. As awesome as this movie gets when those two are on screen, literally everything around them is dismissible and i don’t understand how or why. I think a lot of the chemistry was lost when the focus was shifted to Alex from Rick and the recasting of Eve really didn’t do this film any favors. However, even with all of my frustrations, i can’t say i had a terrible time with this thing. It was entertaining, if a little bogus.

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