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[lmanburg-letter-service]

dearest phil,

short letter today. i've been thinking about you often, but it'd be very repetitive of me to lovemail you heh.

i have a candle that reminds me of you and ive been burning it sparingly since its small, but i just bought a huge version of it so now im free to finish the tiny one.

i think you'd enjoy it, too. it's fraser fir.

always yours, techno

[Letter Sent!]

[fairysluna]

"look what you do to me" with ye olde cregan I BEG

worthy of you.

Cregan thinks his little brother is not worthy of a woman like you, which is why he takes the opportunity to show you that he is the one for you.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader / (Side) Masc!OC x Fem!Reader.

TAGS — smut (f!oral sex, p in v, praise kink, loss of virginity), mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing, OC is a terrible man, older!cregan, widower!cregan, age gap (early 20s and early 30s). If something is missing let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — first of all, a big thank you to my gorgeous @bucknastysbabe for being my beta reader and helping me edit this, ily!! i got a bit inspired by this plot and it's longer than i expected💀

Thank you Bel for sending this request because i loved writing this!! I hope you enjoy it!!🤍

WORD COUNT — 4.3k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.

How cruel were the gods when they put you in his brother's arms instead of the ones you craved the most.

The first time that Lord Stark laid his eyes upon you, he felt the air leaving his lungs, and his voice being caged inside his throat. His eyes immediately widened at the beautiful sight of you, bewitched by the way you so politely greeted him, and mesmerized by the way you uttered his name. Cregan was in awe, trying to ignore the feeling in his gut and the quickened pace of his heart as he smelled the sweet scent of vanilla coming from your hair. He wondered if you were some kind of nymph, effortlessly enchanting him with a single glance. 

After the loss of his wife, few were the women who managed to catch his eye. A couple of balls were made, and they all resulted in the same thing; a group of ladies following him around, showering him with shallow compliments and words that he did not wish to hear. 

How lucky he felt when he saw you walking in with your father, Lord Reed, into the ballroom, and how miserable he left that night after learning you were betrothed to his young brother; Edrik, a careless young man who —according to Lord Stark— is not worthy of you. At all. He's ruthless, the opposite of a chivalrous man. Cregan knows that while you were waiting for him for dinner, he's fucking some whores in brothels and paying with gold that he would steal from Cregan's chambers. He despised him. He was ashamed of him, and his behaviour towards you. You were a lady, a delicate and sweet girl who could have found someone better. 

Someone like himself, he would think. 

At that moment, while you were nervously chewing your nails sitting at the small table of your chambers as you drank tea, Cregan was out there searching for his younger brother, and trying to force him back to the Winterfell castle. That very same day was supposed to be your wedding, and the groom was nowhere to be seen. You knew better than to cry, you didn't want to suffer for him anymore; so you just sat there, slowly tapping your fingertips against the delicate porcelain of the cup, staring at the crackling fireplace and thinking about something else. 

At that point, you were just begging for him to be alive and well. Nothing more. 

A few minutes passed when you saw Cregan entering your chambers with his grey eyes staring intensely at you as he walked inside. His heavy boots stumped against the wooden floor, prompting you to stand up a bit too quickly. You noticed the pitiful look in his eyes when he noticed you were still wearing that white wedding dress; his heart shattered for you. 

“Did you find him?” you dared to speak first. Somehow, your voice came out colder than both of you expected.

“We did,” he nodded. “He was in a brothel… drunk and enjoying his last hours of freedom, as he said.” The annoyed tone of his voice was quite clear to hear as he spat every single word with rage and even shame. 

Gods forgive him for this insurmountable wrath towards his kin. 

“Where is he now?” The question slipped out of your lips merely out of habit. 

“In his chambers, being bathed by one of the maids,” Cregan explained, unable to bear the vision of your tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. He sought to look at a place over your shoulder, just to ease the ache in his chest.

It wasn't sadness, not at all. It was ire; he knew it. It was supposed to be your special day, and your betrothed decided to ruin it, though you were not surprised.

“Is it the maid that sucks his cock every morning? Or is it the one that let him fuck her in the arse?” you mockingly mentioned, lifting the cup of tea and sipping it slowly. The knot in your throat was becoming unbearable, too tight and barely letting you utter a word. 

Cregan's eyes softened with sorrow. “My lady,” he started, daring to take a step closer to you. The small rounded table was the only thing keeping you two apart. “Allow me to apologize for the misbehaviour of my brother, you deserve the utmost respect from whoever is lucky enough to marry you. Edrik is childish, and his actions often bring shame to our family name.”

“You shall not apologize for your brother's mistakes,” you softly said, sighing tiredly at this situation repeating over and over again. “You're an honourable man, Lord Stark, it's a pity your brother is not even half of the man you are.” 

Cregan felt his heart tapping against his chest, even under those thick layers of fur, he was still able to hear how fast it was beating. His eyes briefly looked away from you out of shyness, feeling so flustered by your mere presence. Oh, gods, this was excruciating; seeing you there with your beautiful eyes staring up at him, looking so fragile and bewitching. The white dress fit you perfectly, you were radiant that night, and he cursed at his brother for looking down on you. 

Edrik was a dumb boy. Luckily, Cregan was a wise man. 

“It pains me to know he doesn't appreciate you,” he muttered as he took unhurried steps closer to you. “You deserve so much more.” 

“It's the best I can get, I suppose,” you shrugged. “At least my betrothed is indulging his uncontrollable lust with whores instead of forcing himself on me. It could be worse.” 

“But it's not supposed to be bad at all,” Cregan discussed. “A husband has to provide for his wife, and treat her with respect.”

His hand approached your left cheek and he placed it there, cupping your face. Your soft skin felt his calloused fingers and suddenly all the air of your lungs vanished. Your lips parted, and that simple gesture blurred Cregan's mind with the urge to devour them. As he looked down at you, you could see in his eyes that there was a rare sparkle in them. It was so mesmerizing. 

“I guess you're asking too much from your brother, my Lord.”

He scoffed.

“If only the gods had been more merciful of us, you would be my wife instead,” he mentioned with a wistful tone. He took another step, and now you were able to smell the pine scent from his clothes. “We probably would be in our private celebration by now.” 

You sighed delightedly as his thumb went to your lower lip, lightly touching it as he glanced at it. Falling in love with him had been so easy; he was so kind, so courteous and gentle. Whenever his brother was cruel and mean to you, he was always there to make you feel good. Many were the times you imagined this wedding being with him instead of Edrik. 

“I would be looking at your beautiful body as you remove this gown. Only for me to see,” he whispered, his touch going downwards until he grabbed the pearls around your neck. “I would take my time to appreciate every single inch of your skin, touching you… kissing you, making sure you know you're the most beautiful maiden in Westeros.” 

His face leaned towards you, and you felt his nose rubbing against your cheek as you closed your eyes. His deep, low voice sent shivers down your spine while your mind was imagining every single word that came out of his plump lips. His touch reached down your sides until you felt his strong grip on your waist. 

Cregan took a deep breath as he smelled your sweet perfume; he couldn't help but sigh. 

“I would pleasure you in so many ways,” he continued, his voice so raspy it made your knees weak. “With my mouth, my hands… until all that comes from your lips is my name.” 

“Cregan…” you breathed out, and he hummed in delight. 

“Yes, just like that.” 

You dared to open your eyes, meeting his and seeing how they were dilated and glazed with lust; yours were probably in the same state. You were able to feel the heat between your legs, almost causing you to squirm to make you feel something. Something to sate the intense desire crawling around your body.

“I would do so many things to you, my darling,” he murmured. “Would you like me to do them?” 

You nodded.

“Yes?” 

“Yes,” you replied, embarrassingly fast. 

His hands went to your back, calloused fingers finding their way to untie your gown. Your chest was against his, and the closeness did nothing but increase your desperation to have him. 

“My brother doesn't deserve you, does he? He is just a stupid boy, and you deserve a man.” You felt the dress loosening around your body and you swallowed hard at the expectation. “Please, let me be that man for you…” 

You were unable to bear it any longer, the temptation being too much. You closed the distance between you two at the same time he started to slip the dress down your body — until it pooled around your feet. His lips fit perfectly against yours, they were slightly chapped due to the cold, yet they felt heavenly. He moaned against your mouth when you boldly deepened the kiss by grabbing Cregan’s nape and pulling him closer to you, all while his hands pressed your lower back. 

It was slow and passionate, taking your breath away as he claimed your mouth with his tongue, swirling against yours and stealing soft whimpers from you. Soon, he grabbed your thighs to lift you and sat you on the table; the cup of tea spilling to stain your white undergown, you couldn't care less. His lips on yours were all you could think of as his hands gripped your body, pressing you against him.

The thin skirt of your undergown lifted as you wrapped your legs around Cregan’s waist, and his hands began to sneak under it to touch the soft skin of your thighs. He left a heat on your body with his fingertips, one that made you desperate to feel him. All while his mouth was reluctant to leave yours, obsessed with the sweet taste of you. He would unconsciously groan, and as he pressed his hips against yours you could easily notice the effect you had on him. 

He pulled away to take a look at you, he found your swollen lips glistening with remains of your and his drool. Your eyes were sparkling as stars and your breathing growing agitated. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Cregan Stark had fallen in love with you once again at that moment. 

“You should belong to me instead,” he huskily said. “I should be the one who takes your body-”

“Do it,” you interrupted without doublethinking it. Your tone was decided and demanding, it shocked him a little. 

“Oh, my little one…” he murmured with a strained voice as if the thought had left him breathless. 

“I don't want your brother… I never did.” Your confession drew a small smile on his lips. “Since day one all I've wanted is you.” 

He took a deep breath before cupping your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look him in the eye. 

“Look what you do to me,” he murmured as you stared at his face, noticing a rare glow in him. “Believe me when I say your feelings are mutual… you've been on my mind ever since you arrived. It was torturous to see you being disregarded by Edrik while I was sitting there wishing I could just hold your hand. My heart, my body, my soul, it all aches for you. I'm desperate to feel you, and I cannot bear it any longer.” 

The despair in his voice, so clear and vivid. 

“Allow me to do it,” he pleaded, “I'm begging you to let me have a taste of you, at least for a night… so I can finally end this torment.” 

“I will accept,” you managed to say in small gasps. “Only if you promise me this won't be the last time.” 

He nodded. “I promise.”

The time was not wasted, you quickly leaned forward to kiss him again with the same intensity and need as before. Both of you moaned against each other while your hands were swiftly untying his snow-covered coat at the same time his were pulling down your undergown until it fell down your arms. Your breasts were freed and you couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed; no man had seen you in such a vulnerable state before. However, all insecurities vanished from your overthinking mind once he laid his eyes on your chest and sighed, enamoured by the view. 

He gave you a single glance at you to ask for your permission and, once you nodded, his fingers travelled down your body until they trapped your nipples. He gently squeezed them between his digits, soft enough to not cause you any discomfort but hard enough to make them peak. Your mouth was slightly parted, allowing silent gasps to fall down your lips as he admired your pure flesh. He leaned forward then, and you instinctively leaned back; before you noticed his tongue was lapping at one of your sensitive buds, swirling around it and nibbling on it from time to time. You held your body up with your forearms, closing your eyes once he sucked on it. A moan escaped you as he pulled apart from it and went to the other one, giving it the same attention. 

His hand was grabbing the small of your back as you touched his hair, tangling your fingers in his brown locks and pulling them whenever his tongue made you feel butterflies in your belly. It was so good, and you were blissful thinking that you were doing it with him. Your ever-kind and loving Lord of Winterfell.

Suddenly, his mouth traced a path down your body, licking and kissing your belly until he reached your pelvis. You lifted your hips once his hands started to pull down your last vestiges of coverage, and in mere seconds you were completely exposed to him as your cheeks got warm once again. 

Your legs were spread by his hands on your inner thighs, and Cregan was able to see the mess in your core; you were soaking, and his mouth watered with the urge to taste you. For a few seconds, he was just there admiring you, and then he started to kiss your legs from your ankles, all the way to your hips, shamelessly marking you and leaving red bruises behind; you loved it. 

Cregan gave you a quick look, noticing how you were almost shaking with expectation; your eyes reluctant to leave his frame as his thumb spread your swollen lower lips and exposed that little, throbbing button begging for his attention. He stuck out his tongue, slowly brushing it against your clit. You almost died there. Your hand immediately went back to his hair, pulling it a bit too harshly for his liking. 

“Sh…” he cooed, kissing your inner thighs in the meantime. “Come on, little one, let me make you feel good, I know you want it.” 

Gods, you did. You need it.

“Keep your legs open for me, and let me have my feast,” he murmured before his tongue lapped on your pearl again. 

The way he teased your flesh so sensually made your limbs shake. You were gasping as he licked and kissed every single part of you, lurking around and trying to discover your most sensitive spot. Once he found it, you saw stars. 

Your betrothed was far from your mind when Cregan dared to push one of his long, thick fingers inside your weeping hole. You cried out his name as your legs shook around his head and, as he curled up his fingers to rub your walls, you felt a knot in your belly starting to form and begging to be released. Goosebumps erupted over your stimulated body.

“Gods… Cregan!” you found yourself whining. He hummed delighted with the way his name sounded from your lips. 

His tongue fervently began to flick your clit as he added another finger, pumping them slowly but deeply. The sound of your juices coating his digits was becoming addictive; so sinful, yet heavenly. He was desperate to feel you all. 

As he moaned and whimpered against your soaked flesh, you couldn't help but feel an unknown sensation in your gut; as if you were about to explode. Your heart was beating incredibly fast as you leaned your head back and let your mouth spill thousands of obscene sounds; Cregan's cock twitched in his pants the moment he looked up at you. 

Gods, you were so fucking beautiful. It was not fair that you belonged to someone else. 

Suddenly, with a shout of shock, you felt yourself peak. You gasped loudly and you clenched your eyes shut. Cregan felt your walls squeezing his fingers so deliciously as he drank from you and licked you clean. By the end of it, you were sweating, breathing fast and your hips twitching. You turned into a quivering mess.

Cregan lifted his face, giving one wolfish look before quickly grabbing your cheeks. He desperately kissed you as he groaned in ecstasy. You tasted yourself on his lips as he picked you up and took you towards the bed… the very same bed you were supposed to be sharing with your betrothed that night. 

The guilt hit you, briefly making you feel dirty and sullied. But then, as you saw Cregan slowly removing his attires, you remembered who was your betrothed, and what he was doing earlier that day. If he could fuck a whore, why couldn't you fuck another man? You doubted the lesser brother would even notice. 

Besides, it wasn't just a man, it was Cregan. Your Cregan. 

So, now, as the handsome man in front of you removed his last piece of clothing, you felt your walls clench around nothing as you glanced at his cock. His head furiously red, already leaking and twitching as he started to crawl from the bottom of the bed until he was between your legs. He kissed you again, this time slower… more tenderly. You sighed against his lips.

“You're still a maiden,” he said as a statement rather than a question. You nodded, either way, confirming his words. “Then I'll go slow… though I must warn you, it might hurt for a bit, but I promise you, little one, it'll all be worth it in the end.” 

“I trust you,” you whispered as your hand reached his cheek, gently caressing his stubble. 

“Open your legs for me, my darling,” he commanded, and you did as he said. He looked down at your entrance, “seven hells…” he groaned at the sight, before spitting down to his cock and stroking it a few times. Cregan swiped the ruddy tip of his prick against your folds, teasing them to hear you moan one more time before carefully pressing the blunt head against your entrance. 

You cried out once he started to stretch you out, feeling the slight burn that left you breathless as he made his way inside the tight hole between your trembling legs. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth; Cregan noticed your discomfort, so he brought his thumb to your clit, tracing slow circles on it and trying to make you relax. You let out a shaky breath, chest heaving through the pinch.

Your tightness would try to push him away as tried to go deeper, yet he found a way to keep going until he was fully buried inside of you, whimpering your name. Your soft walls felt so fucking good around him, almost making the man drool against your shoulder. His sweaty forehead was pressed against your cheek and you could hear his ragged breathing in your ear, causing chills down your spine. He gave you a moment to forget about the pain, all while he peppered your neck with soft kisses and gentle bites. 

“I think I have just reached heaven,” he murmured, his voice sounding so deep and seductive. “So tight, so small around my cock…” he continued words that left his mouth before he could even think about them. 

“I- I feel so full…” you muttered, feeling his length pulsing inside of you. 

“Shh… I know, my darling, just take deep breaths for me,” he commanded you, and you obeyed. His thumb pushed slightly harder against your clit and you hummed. “Mhm, does that feel nice? My beautiful girl, you're doing such a good job for me,” he praised you, “taking me so well.” 

“Feels good…” you nodded. 

“It does, doesn't it?” he softly chuckled. “Gods, the way your sweet little pussy takes my cock makes me fucking crazy. Can- can I move? Fuck– Is it okay if I start moving?” 

His gentleness and softness did little to make you forget about the way he spoke to you. His dirty words made you clench around his girth, feeling butterflies in your lower belly. You needed Cregan to move and bring back the effervescent heat. 

“Please, do,” you begged, and he wasted no time in obeying. 

His mouth dropped open as he dragged his cock out of your tightness, noticing how it was covered by your slickness. He pushed in again, filling you and causing you to moan in simultaneous discomfort and pleasure. His left hand went to your hip, grabbing your skin and going deeper inside of you. Slowly at first, he started to fasten his pace until the sound of your bodies colliding against each other was mixed with your moans. 

Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he hid his face on your neck, his harsh breathing causing chills on your skin as he moved slowly but forcefully; such a perfect pace to make you see stars. Your legs were bent at each side of his body, while he took you and claimed your shaky frame. Soon you realized that he had not lied, it felt magnificent once the pain started to fade away. 

His name would escape your lips as if it was an endless chant, incentivizing him to keep going, to continue his movements until you couldn't bear it anymore. A layer of sweat would cover your body as Cregan's weight was on top of you, it felt as if you were burning yet you didn't want to push him away. You craved to feel his skin on you, loving the way his pelvis would brush against your throbbing clit each time he thrusts into you. 

“Fuck, my darling,” he groaned in your ear, “your pussy was made for me to fuck,” he whimpered, biting your earlobe. You replied with a whine. “So fucking delicious, feeling so tight around my cock.” 

Cregan lifted his face to look at your messy state. The eye contact that followed almost made you reach your peak once again, it was all so intense it made your head spin. Your nails dug into his flesh and he whispered your name; you hummed in response. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

He further quickened the pace, his cock now touching that sweet spot of yours. Your walls would clench around him as you felt the much-needed orgasm approaching. A ring of your juices appeared on his cock, and he changed positions so now he was on his knees, grabbing your hips and fucking you faster, rougher. 

He saw your breasts bouncing on your chest as he thrusted into you, the sight so arousing that he felt his cock twitch inside of you. His stones were full, ready to burst at any moment now. However, no matter how much he desired it, he knew he just couldn't release inside you. No risks must be taken if he wanted to do this again. 

With your legs spreaded, his thumb effortlessly reached your exposed clits, flicking it and smearing your wetness around it. Your limbs shook as your mind went numb, and soon your orgasms washed over you. You cried out his name, tightening your grip around his cock. 

That's when he pulled out and poured himself on your soaked flesh, staining your folds with his pearly seed. 

Once he took a quick look at you, he felt a coil of raw pleasure snake around his body. A whine left his lips as he wrapped his hand around his length, stroking it a few times to make sure he would cover you with every single drop. He was overstimulated already; sweaty, breathless and flushed. He looked so beautiful like that.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, caressing your thighs. 

You frown, slightly confused. “What- what for?” 

Instead of answering you right away, he leaned and joined his lips with yours, gently and tenderly kissing you. His hands cupped your face and yours laid on his thick arms. A few minutes later, he pulled away only to leave soft kisses all over your face making you giggle. 

“For giving me the honour of making you mine,” he replied. “Though I must confess that I don't think I will be able to live without having you in my bed every night.” 

You felt a smile appearing on your lips and a familiar warmth on your cheeks. 

“Well,” you sighed, “perhaps, you should do something about it.” That flirtatious tone was a bit odd coming from you, but Cregan loved it. 

“Yes,” he nodded, softly chuckling as he leaned to kiss you once more. “I will definitely do something about it.”

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[kelieah]

i’ll be back (mob!arvin russell x reader)

request (summary): anon: mob arvin x reader where reader comes home from work to tell him that somebody groped her and he gets all protective or something?

word count: 0.8k

warnings: language, violence, tw: sexual assault— please read at your own risk!

edited: kind of a shitty ending sorry jehfse

a/n: i am LIVING for mob!arvin russell rn. how have we not come up w this. seriously,, like ksdjfhsdb. also ive never posted a fic w/o a header of gif this is weird lol

main masterlist | arvin russell masterlist

You inhale deeply and shakily attempt to unlock the front door of your house. You drop the keys and curse to yourself, picking them right back up. You exhale and try to shake off the utter shock and disbelief you’re feeling due to previous events at work. You finally lock the door and allow yourself in, sliding down the door as you close it.

“Hey darlin’— doll? What’s wrong,” Arvin walks down from upstairs, his previous soft expression turning into a concerned one as he glances at your poor state.

“O- Oh, it’s nothing honey. Just— just work things y’ know,” you laugh timidly and wave your hand in dismissal. 

He sighs heavily and walks over, holding out his hands. “C’mere. Come on, up,” he motions for you to grab his hands. You let out a quiet huff and oblige, giggling as he swoops you up in his arms. “Would you like a drink, baby?” he asks while holding you close to his chest.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. Thank you, lover,” you whisper softly and smile at the man before you. Who would’ve thought. This goddamn mobster, a complete softy for his kin. You knew that of course, but everyone else would think you’re mad. Most mobsters in this day didn’t care much about their family or lovers, treated them like accessories or belongings. You’re blessed with Arvin, who grew up loving and defending his loved ones like no other leader out there.

He places you down on the couch and walks over to grab some whiskey. Once he finishes pouring the two of you glasses, he sits right next to you and hands you a glass. You gingerly accept it and grasp the glass ever so lightly, your mind still in a daze of the experience.

“Flower? You’re scarin’ me a bit not gonna lie,” he mutters and drops his hand onto your thigh, gently squeezing it. “Talk to me, I’m here for you.”

You flinch at his touch and shake your head for a moment. Arvin immediately pulls away and looks at you with eyes full of worry and shock. You’ve never flinched at this touch, never. Anxiety began to bubble up inside of the both of you as tension rose in the air. 

Not realizing your were eyebrows knit together so tight it looks as if you’re in pain. You close your eyes and the memories flash through your mind like a film. You open them, tears now present in your doe eyes as you glance back at Arvin. Your lips quiver as you open your mouth and begin to tell him what had happened at work.

“You’ve been doing so well, Mrs. Russell. Excellent work might I say,” your boss praised as he walked you to his office.

You smiled happily and hugged some files to your chest. “Is that so? Thank you very much, I work hard for this company,” you beamed.

“Course! We’ve all noticed, and I say you should be rewarded for your efforts,” he replied and moved towards his desk, leaning upon it. “Come come, sit. I must tell you.”

You quickly sit and look up at him excitedly. You had a feeling that a promotion was on your way. “Yes, sir?”

He smirked and took a seat next to you, shaking his head while letting out a quiet chortle. “I want to give you a promotion!”

“Oh! How kind of you—”

“But, I do have one more task for you,” he said lowly, his voice almost purring in a way. 

Blinded by eagerness and joy of a promotion, you only nodded and leaned in. “What is it, Mister?”

He smirked and placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing your skin firmly. You had let out a gasp and before you could rip away the disgusting man had grabbed your face.

“H- He then,” you stammered as tears stream down your cheeks. “He did, he did horrible things. I- I feel disgusting, like a whore—”

“No. You’re not a damn whore, far from it. Trust me,” Arvin cut you off and downed the rest of his drink. He sighed begrudgingly as he placed his glass aside and ran his hands through his suit to feel for something. He took out his pistol and cocked it, checking to see if there were any bullets left. He slams the magazine back into the gun, stuffs it into his back pocket and stood up swiftly. 

He leans down and presses a long, warm and loving kiss against your temple. “How bout you relax, finish your drink, run a bath and sleep. When I come back home, I’ll make dinner. How’s that sound, sweetheart?” he murmurs against your skin while holding the back of your head. Too stunned to reply you only nod and smile weakly at your husband. “I’ll be back,” he presses one last kiss to your head and walks off. Knowing all too well what he was about to do, you nod acknowledgingly with a small grateful smile and watch him walk off. 

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[localmemoryboy]

hey hey! i'm mod grian/tubbo! use he/they/it and neos for me :)

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i made this blog because i'm bored and like making things! this was especially made for my friends, but if you somehow stumbled upon this without knowing my main blog then feel free to request anyways! im just having a lot of fun here :D

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[missis-maple394]

MEADOW ILLUST.

Author’s comment:

This is the illustration I couldn’t get out of my mind when I look at Mavis’ scrapped designs, so I decided to pick her up as a younger sister. Her name is Meadow Anne.

Oh yes, I am hosting my first time DTIYS for newcomers and followers! Reblogs and likes were appreciated it, i’ll be using my side-blog so i can i reblog your entries! Here’s what you need to know the rules:

• Submission deadline: = September 4 to 28, 2021

HOW TO SUBMIT:

You must follow my account here and reshare my artwork's DTIYS.

Submit your artwork with my post on my DTIYS before the deadline ends

Use the hashtag "#MSMDTIYS2021"

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NSFW/NFSL ARTWORKS ARE NOT ACCEPTED.

Tracing over the artwork will not accepted either.

The mediums accept either digital or traditional artworks.

You can change the artwork's pose, background, decorations and composition, as long as the character design must be accurate as possible with your skills.

The late submissions on the deadline's end will no longer accepted.

Have fun, take your time and don't pressure. Don't stress yourself to overwork with this art challenge! 

You may post your entries outside the social media as long as the hashtag reads "#MSMDTIYS2021"!

I'll be checking on Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook. I'll give them a shout out! But these are optional to share your entries so don't worry about it!

PRIZES: 2 winners will be picked by the author, and it will be announced on September 30, 2021!

1st prize: Toonize illustration.

2nd prize: Toonize Icon PFP 

Upon winning the two entries selected by author, please read about extended rules:

If you are the winner of these prizes announced by me, please contact me for more details!

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The Redeemer - Fíli x Elf!Reader

Link to my Masterlist.

This was a (song) request by a lovely anon. It took me so long to write it (I am sorry for that), but once I did the words just flew on paper. Fíli is such a wonderful soul to write about and let me portray this soft side of him that I LOVE! I couldn’t wait to show y’all, that’s why I did not edit it as much as I usually do. It still can be a bit rough, but I think that adds to the charm. 

Also: I used the requested song Redeemer by Paul Cardall  to write this fic. Though it doesn’t appear in the story that explicitly, I tried to pour the deeper layers of the melody in this story. I highly recommend you listen it while reading. 

The Redeemer - Fíli x Elf!Reader

Summary:  It’s love at first sight when Fíli meets this elven reader. She plays the violin for him and Fíli makes a promise.

Warnings: Fluff, teenie tiny bit of angst.

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Everyone else was vast asleep.

Save for one. Fíli, the eldest son of Dís, lied wide eyed on the soft grass. His gaze was fixated upon the sky, where he admired the constellations and the soft light they emitted. On the ground, the little green blades beneath him tickled his feet and the prince smiled. Though the quest for the lonely mountain had just begun, Fíli already felt an overwhelming tiredness.

Not physically, no.

Fíli was a strong dwarf, used to physical combat and the harsh ways of the wild. He had spent enough time on the road with his uncle to know what it was like. No, this exhaustion was more of a spiritual kind. He loved his kin more than anything and he still was honored that Thorin had asked him to come along with the group, but… their constant bickering and loudness was taking a toll. Sure, even he knew he could be loud and annoying sometimes, but to function normally he also needed some time alone. A quiet place where his mind could wander, and where he eventually could let go of all the never ending clattering in his head.

One would say that the valley of the Imladris was the perfect place to unwind, but Thorin had kept his eldest nephew busy enough by barking around various orders. After a dreadful dinner with the elves, which had dragged on and on for hours, Fíli also had to endure all the impolite remarks the others made about the food, their hosts and the music that had been provided. Though not all had been the prince’s taste too, his amad had taught him to respect other cultures, even if it concerned elves. He knew Thorin and Kíli must have felt the same, but somehow they handled it a lot better than the golden lion did.

No, for now he had enough of the quest. And for the first time since he had left home, he longed for the blue mountains.

The golden lion had been lying on the grass for ages when soft, musical sounds reached his attention. Fíli pushed himself up his elbows and listened. The melody was gentle and light, but in that softness he found a profundity that touched his heart. A shiver went down his spine and the prince rubbed his arms. To him, the music spoke of gratitude and hope, but also of loss and a deep sorrow that time cannot mend. Fíli bit on his lip and without thinking further, got up on his feet and moved towards the source of the music.

She was absolutely the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Though she was quite short for an elf, she had this long H/C hair that framed her fair face and flowed over her shoulders up to her hips. Her purple dress was typical elvish: simple and majestic. Her eyes were closed as she swayed along with the melody she was playing. Fíli could have stayed hidden behind the trees forever, watching her skilled, long fingers play -no it was more a kind of caress- the violin, but his morals made him step into the clearing and thus make himself known. 

Not that that she gave any inclination that she noticed his presence. Fíli stood there for a few moments and when he was about to clear his throat, when…

‘Oh, hello.’ She greeted him with a small curtsey and the music stopped.

‘Good evening, fair lady.’ The prince said. ‘I came to thank you for playing such a beautiful composition.’

‘I called it the Redeemer. It’s about hope and kindness.’

‘And about a great loss.’ Fíli added breathlessly. ‘Something time can’t mend.’

A faint smile appeared on her face. ‘You’re being too kind, master dwarf. My father said that your comrades didn’t seem to appreciate our musical arts during dinner and that he doubts if he can endure such insolence again.’

Oh, this again.

Fíli grimaced. ‘Please let me apologize for my comrades’ behavior. They don’t always appreciate the gentle things life has to offer.’

She inclined her head. ‘And you do?’

The prince shrugged. ‘I think I do, but how would I know? I mean, if one doesn’t have the ability to observe those things, one cannot appreciate them anyway. I think we all lack some perspective in a way, but that blindness doesn’t mean that the things we miss are not worthy of our attention.’

Her E/C eyes flashed with a passion he had not seen in an elf before and Fíli felt a tingly sensation in his stomach.

 ‘You’re different than the others.’ she said. ‘Why is that?’

The golden lion smirked. ‘You’re awfully inquisitive for someone who doesn’t even know my name.’

‘You are Fíli, son of Víli and Dís.’ She told him. ‘You are a prince of Durin and you’ve been invited by your uncle Thorin Oakenshield to join the quest to retrieve your homeland.’

‘Fine.’ He smiled. ‘You do know who I am. But can I at least know who you are in return?’

She nodded slowly. ‘You may. I am Y/N, youngest daughter of Elrond and Celebrían.’

‘Ah, an highborn elf.’ Fíli mused. ‘Sister of Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen.’

She gave him a knowing look, but somehow decided that she would not pursue the matter. Instead, she strolled towards the other end of the clearing and just when she was about to disappear behind the trees, she called.

‘Will you join me for a walk in the moonlight, prince Fíli?’

The golden lion cocked a brow. ‘I could.’

The night was passing more swiftly than they both liked to admit. First they had strolled through the garden where Y/N had showed him her favorite flowers. Then they admired the same fountains where Fíli had enjoyed a good bath earlier that day and when he told Y/N about it, she confessed she had seen them bathing. When they finally settled down next to a small runlet and she tentatively laid her head on his lap, Fíli knew something for sure.

Not only was she the most gorgeous lady he had ever encountered, her mind was even more beautiful. She was wise and kind, proud of her heritage, but unlike others she could see past that pride. She was clearly an intelligent creature, her imagination like a wild horse that does not like to be tamed. She possessed a moral compass and her view on life and the universe was intriguing. Fíli found himself hanging on her every word, and though some part of him found it ridiculous (she was an elf, after all), he couldn’t help but wanting to know more about her.

Something clicked. Something filled all the empty parts of his soul that he did not know he had missed before. Upon realizing that, he suddenly understood something very important. He had been looking for someone like her all his life, for she was his One.

‘I think my kin can be horribly distant and cold.’ She was telling him quietly. ‘Like they’re not a part of this world. But they are wrong about that-’

‘You are so beautiful, amrâlimê.’ Fíli whispered, his left hand slightly trembling as he brushed it through her hair. ‘Body and soul…’

‘What?’ she breathed, barely audible.

He purred and brushed his fingers over her pronounced cheekbones. ‘You heard me.’  

She blushed gracefully. ‘Fíli…’

‘I’m merely stating that what I feel.’ The prince told her as he slightly bent over her.  

‘So soon?’ she mumbled, her gaze flashing up and locking with his. ‘How can one be sure…?’

The golden lion smiled brightly. ‘You lot have thousands of years to figure things out. As a dwarf, I can’t afford the luxury of endless time. We know how fickle life can be, that’s why we act certain and swiftly.’

‘That must be so fulfilling…’ she said softly. ‘Living life to the fullest. Enjoying every moment, because you know you’re alive.’

‘It is.’ The prince promised. ‘Of course there’s sorrow and pain. But at least we have love, burning bright in our hearts, joy and laughter in between.’

 They both fell quiet. Y/N lifted her head from his lap and rose, only to curl up on his lap once more. If she moved forward, her lips could kiss his forehead. Fíli gazed slightly up. His eyes darted along her exposed neck before he got lost in her beautiful E/C eyes. Y/N’s mouth opened slightly and her tongue wetted her lips, causing Fíli to groan.

Mahal save his soul.

He would lose his sanity if he had to continue staring (and doing nothing!) at her like this. With a strangled cry he surged forward, his mouth greedily taking in the soft flesh of her neck. She smelled as sweet as a flower. Her skin was hot under his touch, like the rocks in the wild feel when they have been baking in the sun the whole day. Y/N moaned, her hands reaching out and fingers digging in his clothing. He knew she felt the same way as he did and it was only a matter of time before she was his.

‘You are so perfect.’ She breathed when the prince kissed his way up to her jaw. ‘How is it- ah!- possible you exist?’

‘So soon?’ he teased with a smirk, lazily trailing over her jawbone. ‘How can one be sure?’

She laughed and it was the most beautiful thing he ever heard. Not even her violin could match that. That’s why her kiss that followed, took him by surprise. But the shock quickly died out, as it was a most welcome surprise.

‘Come with me.’ He begged against her lips. ‘Please.’

A soft gasp. Her cheeks flushed again. ‘I can’t.’

‘Can’t or won’t?’ he pressed.

‘We’re so different, you and I.’ she stated. ‘I don’t think your uncle would approve of an elf no less, tagging along. And my father-’

‘Oh live a little, you pointy ears.’ He jested while his thumb caressed her cheek.

‘Think a little, master dwarf.’ She grinned.

‘So we’re at a stalemate, huh.’ Fíli remarked. He didn’t want to admit it just yet, but the thought of leaving her behind was just horrible. How could he ever? He just found her!

She heaved a sigh. ‘I…’

‘No, I won’t ask such a thing of you.’ Fíli decided. ‘But then… I need to know if you will wait for me.’ he told her, his voice slightly trembling. ‘Here. In Rivendell. I swear to Mahal I’ll come back to you.’

‘Oh Fíli…’ Her eyes were swelling with emotion. ‘If you want to swear on anything…’ she breathed, reaching for the hem of his tunic. ‘Then swear on me.’

He was going to die.

The hateful, pale orc had him firmly in his grip. Fíli was swinging in the air, like a ragdoll, when Azog taunted Thorin Oakenshield with his latest catch. Fíli could see the hurt in his uncle’s eyes, the regret. Uncle would blame himself for the rest of his days for ordering his nephew to search the lower levels. But it didn’t matter. Fíli knew Thorin could not have known that he and Kíli were walking down a trap. Uncle wasn’t to blame. The piece of shit that was about to kill him, was.

The blade that stuck from the filths’ right arm came into view and Fíli knew that this was the end. He braced himself and managed to scream a harsh ‘RUN!’ to his kin. If he had to die to save the others, he would do it in a heartbeat.

His life flashed before his eyes. Amad, Kíli, uncle. Growing up in the blue mountains, causing mayhem whenever he and Kíli went. Amad at her wits’ end, uncle Thorin acting stern, but somehow always smiling too. Fighting lessons from Dwalin. Balin boring them to death with administrative tasks. The gullible but also sassy Bilbo Baggins, who turned out to be more resilient than anyone had thought.

Then her face came into view and Fíli smiled faintly. Y/N. If he had to regret one choice in life, it was that he had not taken her with him. She would have loved the wild and he would have loved to watch her discover the real world. On the other hand, now she didn’t have to witness him dying. But what would she do if the news finally would reach her? He had made a promise…

The blade moved. But somehow it never protruded his back, nor did it slit his throat…

 First, there was a whistling sound which Fíli recognized as another blade, a small one. His favorite blade, to be exact. The one everyone underestimated, because it was small, but it was swift too and could move unseen.

Though that wasn’t possible, because he gave it to Y/N, before departing from Rivendell. It had been a promise, not made by prince Fíli, son of Víli, but by his own soul.

A howling sound followed and Fíli smacked on the ground. He growled in pain and rolled to his side. In a blur, he saw a slim figure jumping on the pale orcs’ back, screaming something he could not comprehend. His dagger was penetrating the orc’s right arm. The wound bled viciously, but Azog was accustomed to pain and reached for the elf.

Fíli saw a flash of H/C hair and his stomach turned. Then he gritted his teeth, got two of his knives and went for the orc’s feet.

‘Don’t you dare to die on me, you reckless dwarf!’ someone hissed. ‘I did not leave Rivendell only to bury you.’

‘I won’t.’ he murmured before opening his eyes.

He was lying in a soft bed, by the looks of it in a hastily set up infirmary in Erebor. Around him, injured dwarves, elves and men occupied the other beds. Y/N was sitting next to him, her hand grasping his. Her thumb stroked lovingly over his wrist. Mahal, she was here. It hadn’t been a dream.

‘How…?’ he managed to ask, eyes brimming with emotion.

‘Sssh.’ She hushed softly.

‘But…’

‘You liberated me, prince Fíli.’ She said quietly. ‘From a beautiful, yet shallow life. How could I not have come after you?’

‘You promised to wait.’ He said. ‘I would have come back. Didn’t you trust me?’

‘Of course I knew you would, but I was fed up waiting for something to happen. I’ve done that for far too long.’ she told him. ‘It was like you said. The world is out here, with you. I wanted to tell you that before you would…’ she fell silent.

‘Before what?’ the prince nudged.

She shook her head. ‘I feared you would forget about me.’

‘Oh, amrâlimê!’ He carefully got up and ignored her judgmental looks. ‘I’ve got this.’ He huffed. ‘I want to kiss these stubborn pointy ears, that’s all.’

‘You could have asked, you know.’ She smiled, while pushing him gently backwards against the cushions. ‘I’ll gladly assist.’

‘How could I ever forget about you?’ The prince inquired softly, moving his hands to cup her cheeks. ‘You are my One and I love you.’

She bit her lip and grinned. ‘You forgot to mention I saved you, reckless dwarf.’

‘That too.’ He chuckled and then grimaced in pain. ‘You saved my life.’

She hummed, lips brushing over his. ‘Are you going to kiss me or not?’

‘One thing, Y/N…’ he breathed. ‘Will you save me from being a reckless dwarf and make me the luckiest dwarf in middle earth instead?’

She blinked. ‘How?’

‘Well…’ he grinned. ‘By marrying me…’

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[lmanburg-letter-service]

To Etho,

Hi. I don't know how to start letters, I've never written one before, I'm not sure you're worth this effort.

And that was a joke. Obviously. You're worth it, you're Etho.

Which is the main problem. You're you, and you're great and I miss you because of it and it sucks because I don't know if you miss me. And y'know I tried, really tried to feel like we were on equal footing, but you're Etho. You're so amazing, a "pioneer" of redstone and not exactly a bad builder either.

Did you think at all about the way people reacted when they found out we were soulmates? Did you think about how they felt bad for you? How they compared us, did you see the way they looked at me?

Because I did, and I still do.

And it makes me feel sick, and pathetic and small.

Would you have rathered been with BDubs? I think everyone expected you two to be a duo, sorry for fucking that up I guess. Glad we we still allied with him and Imp, obviously, but, I don't think you know what it's like seeing your soulmate so close to someone else. We both know I'm not a people person, we both know that if something wedged between us you could freely run to your real friends and I'd be alone, again.

Also, I miss the Relation. I miss the way the wood felt, I miss the way the sails looked in the early mornings, I miss getting to see you first thing because gods, you're Etho.

You're Etho and I love you and I'm such a prick and you suck.

Anyway, this is long, and more bitter than I intended.

Yours,

Joel - Double Life.

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D&D 5e Game #2 Notes

Session 2: “Strangers in Arms”

Destiny (and plot contrivance) had brought the Aarokocra pair Chee-dit and Kweh, the ferocious half-orc Vakgar, the wandering monk Lao, the secretive drow Tebryn, and the illustrious bard Lyra to the town of Nightstone during the aftermath of the brutal cloud giant attack. Through strength of arms, power of magic, and swiftness of wit, they managed to clear out the goblin infestation and coerced an NPC into completing a potentially perilous quest for them. With the residents safe behind the palisade, a calm peace had finally returned to the beleaguered village. Link to Previous Session Notes

With a delightfully dysfunctional party fully assembled and begrudgingly forced to work together, it was finally time to get on with the adventure!

Part 1: Rebuilding Efforts

Several of the townsfolk had perished and most of the homesteads had been destroyed and ransacked during the ensuing carnage of the past few days. With the rapidly approaching winter, it only looked like bleaker times were in store for these people.

Thankfully, the surrounding Ardeep Forest proved to be a bountiful land filled with edible flora and fauna, and the party spent the next four days harvesting and hunting. Over time, they helped restock the people’s ravaged food storages, as well as their own personal provisions as well. Deep within the woods, they also found traces of orc and elf activity, but the perpetrators had long-since departed.

During their downtime in Nightstone, Lyra graced PCs and NPCs alike with her lovely musical talents, lifting the people’s spirits as they laid their departed to rest. Her beautiful bardic performance gained her a rapport with the dwarven inkeeper Morak, was well as with the halfling matriarch, Taela Summerhawk. Meanwhile, the others assisted in refortifying the palisade and clearing whatever wreckage remained.

Part 2: Shimmers of Fate

In the dead of night, Lyra was once again wracked with foreboding and cryptic dreams sent from her spirit guide, and beheld three distinct visions:

An angelic being getting its wings sliced off by an invisible sword, and collapsing at the base of a large tower.

A dwarf with burnt out eyes and molten metal pouring from his mouth.

The ocean turning black, as if the water was replaced with ink.

Whatever these images represented or foretold, Lyra could not say, and she remained in a state of bewildered shock for a full day before resuming her business around the village.

Part 3: Foreign Relations

Two days after the rebuilding efforts started, an armor-clad stranger bearing the insignias and colors of the Order of the Gauntlet arrived, offering aid and more supplies. This knight, named Folken, had an usual walking gait and wore a peculiar pointed bascinet that obscured all features of his face. Although seclusive and awkward, he was clearly there to lend aid, and was graciously welcomed into the city.

Chee-dit and Kweh suspected something about their newfound acquaintance, and their investigations proved true; Folken was an aarokocran paladin, who has lost both of his wings in an unknown traumatic event in his past.

Meanwhile, Sophera, an orphaned half-orc youth, had taken a curiosity with Vakgar, and began following him around, attempting to learn more about hunting, survival, and other orcish behavior. She even accompanied the barbarian on a hunting expedition deep within the forest. Unbeknownst to the two of them, the drow Tebryn tagged along, slinking in the shadows, and saved both of them from a wolf ambush. Together, the three slew a wild boar, and their kill-count rivalry continues to grow more and more obtuse. Vakgar reprimanded the stalwart half-orc youngling, teaching her to fight more intelligently and ingraining the tenants of “might makes right” and “the strong live, the weak perish.”

Part 4: Uneasy Alliance

Tensions arose in Nightstone as the two new emergent leaders, the dwarf Morak and the Zhentirim operative Xolkin squabbled over who would lead the town. The former wished to send aid northwest to Waterdeep, and request that another member of the Nandar family be sent to fill the vacancy left in the wake of the steward’s untimely death. The latter urged to send word southeast to Daggerford, where more members of the Black Network would be waiting. Neither were able to arrive to a amicable compromise, and bitterly parted ways.

After Tebryn and Vakgar’s encounter in the woods, they found a body that belonged to Daphne, the recently departed Lady Velrosa Nandar’s lady-in-waiting. She had been partially eaten by wolves, but further investigation revealed that her throat had been slit prior. The party suspects that Xolkin is the culprit, as the victim was a Nandar loyalist and would’ve complicated the spy’s plans for Zhentirim expansion.

Exposing him however, would be difficult, as they had no hard evidence or first-hand witnesses to Xolkin’s involvement. Also, he was currently heralded as a hero by the townsfolk due to his actions in the Dripping Caves, so they would need to convince the indebted villagers to convict him, as well. The odds were currently against their favor.

Part 5: Ear Seekers

Before preparations for Xolkin’s apprehension and trial could go underway, the town was besieged by a vicious warband of orcs. They called themselves the “Ear Seekers”, based on the necklace of elf ears they had taken from prior raids. These raiders rained arrows upon the party as they ran for refuge behind the moat and palisade. The orc chief Gurash, distant kin to Vakgar, had heard from the orge Thogg that the township was weakened from the recent misfortunes that had befallen it. Thog was as survivor of the Dripping Caves and now the new wife to the brutal chieftain, and sought vengeance for her former mate’s demise. With the enemy approaching, the party had no chance but to stand and fight, or die.

The battle was hard fought as orcs relentlessly surged over the palisade with climbing hooks, while a hidden group attempted to infiltrate the city from behind in order to lower the drawbridge. Tebryn and Folken held the walls with rapier and greatsword, respectively. Chee-dit and Kweh sunk several well-placed shots into the encroaching raiders. Lyra kept everyone fighting valiantly while harassing the enemy with the power of her voice. Vakgar and Lao held the line against the five that had snuck into the village from the rear, preventing them from opening the town up to slaughter. Gurash attempted to slay Lyra in a fit of rage, but her magic, coupled with a few well-timed shots from the aarokocra snipers, held him at bay. By the end, the party slew the shaman Norga One-eye, further crippling the warband’s effectiveness in combat.

As the battle concluded, the elves of Ardeep arrived and drove the stragglers off with a deadly rain of arrows, and Gurash, his new ogre wife, and his greatly diminished force fled into the woods, vowing retribution. The elves departed with barely a word; they cared not for the villagers, but they detested the orcs for previously suffered transgressions. In the aftermath of the battle, another aarokocra, seemingly allied with the elves, landed in the town, beckoning himself to Folken. These two appeared to know one another, and had a long story to tell. But for now, the town was safe.

Part 6: Dungeon Master’s Closing Thoughts

This session could’ve been a lot smoother. I ran overtime by an hour (total playtime 4 hours including a 10-15 minute break) and I only completed about 2/3rds of my planned session notes. Also, my audio had cracks in it after the 2 hour mark, and persisted for the rest of the fracking stream. *INTERNAL SCREAMING*

But the real sticking point for me was running the mass combat. Even with Roll20 in the background to track HP, initiatives, and relative positions, I kept getting lost in the moment and forgetting key details. This lead to the breakdown of information in regards to the ToTM approach, which led to several confusing moments for myself and the players. Essentially, I was mishandling too many things at once, and I seriously need to streamline this process for future games and content.

The struggle to #GITGUD at 5th Edition and streaming tabletop continues! Pumped for the next game, once I finish moving to the new place! ;)

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[datgutnovel]

Do you know that if it were possible to go a doctor and request euthanizing in a self honorable suicide today I would. I wouldn’t on the terms of the deceit hiding and pretending and fraud. I personality do not have anything that I want to offer the American society anymore. My legendary status is sealed. I can GO now. I want absolutely nothing from the American society. And that is the truth. To me you are not worth quality. You as America is not worth what I could give your people. You are JUST not worth my time or effort. You are NOT worth me or it. So I can peaceful take the euthanasia and GO. You mean nothing to me. None of you. I don’t see nothing about America or it’s people or anything to love like or be excited about. Even euthanizing myself would not satisfy me America’s fraudulent way. Just call America FRAUD Nation. That will be the case until I see my grave. America ain’t shit. But faggies n8ggers H9NKYs and frauds. I will die on that.

i woke up one morning and had all of a sudden all these N8ggers and H8Nkys running behind me, had my sisters working behind the scenes in the offices messing up the business affairs properties registrations and licenses, and had the motherfucking cops hunting me like a damn JIPdawg in heat, and little N8gger ass faggies from the gay bars mocking me, surrounding me trying to learn me to try to beat me, and then had the people who was appeared interested in having friendships trying to suck my partners dicks and prostituting himself to every contact of mine on my Facebook page while smiling in my face appearing to be trying to suck me too. All of a sudden one goddamn morning - all screaming “I want you” and was showing it by some psychotic way of sabotaging me saying “if I don’t get you no one will”. All these nasty N8gger and H9NKY hoes were trying to KILL me citing “we want him”. And The mother fucking dumb black ass N8GGERS who said to have started all of the shit who couldn’t read - got their idiotic FACTS from a prom picture and by trying to read an article I wrote about another person’s book to have gathered the questions of the book being reviewed was the questions about life of Terry Dwayne Ashford which was not. The questions were of the author that terry dwayne Ashford was interviewing centered on the book review. The journalist reviewed a book and interviewed the author of that then hot new book out on the market - and the interceptors who were dumb N8GGER Men who are not known to read-thought the thoughts of the interview of the new hot-out-on-the-market book author who Terry Dwayne Ashford was reviewing was HIM. Not knowing that the words of an article was the words of the topic and the subject interpreted and re-written by the journalist. So they thought I wanted to know who was straight and who was gay, the alibi of the questions the HAZING was trying to answer. And terry dwayne Ashford didn’t even have those questions. Business in journalism is we do an article and move on to thr next fucker. And these dumb ass N8gger men have me stuck in a time warp over the line up of questions that I asked the then author. And through that saying “we love you and trying to help YOU” in a profession that they know nothing and could not even read the article correctly, a set of dumb N8GGER men linked to a bunch of H9NKY cocksuckers to show Terry Dwayne Ashford who was GAY and who was not in the Downlow world showing him all this low class low down N8gger racism in a brother jealousy that was pointed in recovery as a HAZE. Carlos tried to use the article and the dumb ass prom picture to support the HAZE where he was JEALOUS and murdered our mother. Point mother fucking blank. When the mother told him to sat his oversized slow fat ass down, the fat slow jealous and THEN mad angry brother linked to the white cocksuckers to overtake my mother behind the scenes without the one he was jealous of knowing - altogether just like you saw APPLE and the cops align during a podcast when the victim didn’t even know. And the result was Carlos and June and the jealousy N8ggers killed our mother. June brought in the girl who was brought back to my mother’s house by the likes of Bobbi Hardin to KILL our mother. The N8GGER brought the girl back a couple of days after the 4th of July and she with my father left together strangely one morning before anyone got up caught by my mother who woke me up and said something strange is happening “Dave just left the house with the then 16 year old girl” at 430 am on the morning of July 13th. Went to find them in the vehicle that had been sabotaged by Perry in the night and the vehicle broke down after returning to thr house to report to mom that I had found them. At about 130 when the vehicle finally broke down Perry then jumped in the car with Dave who was supposed to just have come to pick me up - and they both left the girl who was brought back to the house to KILL my mother there with the woman she was instructed to kill. When we returned that is when the ambulances came and got my mother wit

When we returned that is when the ambulances came and got my mother with Perry and Dave having took the little girl next door in a separation format and had pushed me into the bathroom to keep me from seeing any thing. And that is also when i and my dad got into a verbal fight as he tried to instruct me terry dwayne Ashford and force me to turn away from the ambulance I was following that had my mother. I believe the girl stabbed my mother in the neck upon instructions from the gang leaders and was supported by Dave and by Perry who framed the car break down. I argue that it was an arranged killing as I asked that my father pick me up and Perry jumped in the car with him giving a alibi for Leaving the girl at the house with her. The COMO city N8gger police force was populated with majority N8gger Bobbi Hardin type of people - and they dropped the girl off st my mother’s house when Terry Dwayne Ashford who filed the police complaint was at work. We now argue that the Muslims who had been attacking the Ashford’s family was the police that instructed the killings and dropped off the murdering girl through the given instructions to her and to Dave and Perry. Both left the Said Criminal Girl of the N8GGER gang dropped off by the n8gger Bobbi Hardin link at my mother’s house. I terry dwayne Ashford was the one that put the N8gger girl out of my mother’s house for striking my mother while I was away. And that is indicated in the police report to the TATE County Police who I, Terry Dwayne Ashford, used to remove the criminal black N8GGER teenage Whore. I have a copy of the report filed to the Tate county police demanding to remove this girl or I will. And the girl was gone. And brought back exactly 6 months later to KILL our mother by the same gang that kicked in the bathroom door of my sister named Bobbi Hardin kin of the same teacher MS Hardin who attacked me as a 3rd grade kid. Larry Hardin the brother of the Bobbi Hardin was the N8GGER following male of Terry Dwayne Ashford as I was seemingly courting my friend Jennifer Newsom. We were just friends however. But Larry did not know that and was following me and stalking her in Memphis Tn at around the same time that Jennifer’s gay brother had just passed. The N8GGERs stalking and attacking the Ashford family through my N8GGER brother Sam known as Uncle Sam killing his mother for government money. And that brought in the Levy woman who lied directly on the stand under the Obama administration and the tax Fraud that created a fraud case in MD which held terry dwayne Ashford property registration on his car based on the fraud tax in the state of Maryland developed from outdated tax documents which were created from scratch. The same way the fraud outdated tickets were. Illegally linked to property against federal regulations and held the tags on my car. All of that was attacking the SON of the mother that they had already KILLED. The police and today we identified the police officer who may have crashed the window and stolen the iPhone. Another Muslim same as the man pulled out his penis by following and stalking terry dwayne Ashford and same as the accosting of terry Dwayne Ashford first male date Todd Jones while in college- same Gang that followed in jr. high school Darrin Jones who was killed found with a stuffed penis in his mouth in a ditch - and same GANG as the MPD officer identified today badge 5243 officer Johnson driving 489 MPD van who was caught stalking Terry Dwayne Ashford in his stake of white men at the takoma tennis courts who was met and identified at the Safeway. The penis pull-out occurred by another stalking Muslim at the takoma aquatics feet from where the Officer Johnson badge 5243 was stalking in truancy van #489. We have murdered my mother and targeted terry dwayne Ashford the journalists by the Muslim black men using Muslim whiter men to deceive behind the scenes. And they are the staff at Shepherd Park Library, Casey, Will, the newly hired manager said to be named Brian all working with the plot that attacked the Ashford family through editing vi

through editing videos, computer assignments, Larry volz and cameras which Terry Dwayne Ashford have totally under raps trying to sabotage terry dwayne Ashford. Whenever terry has a job interview guess what the whitey’s try? They plan for the retardants to overpopulate the library then setup video editing and try to place the retardant in a videography position to be edited as terry Dwayne Ashford. They would place a retardant

or a crippled person beside me and the white male cocksucker would edit a man sitting in similar positions at computer 9 as Terry Dwayne Ashford sitting at computer 8- face only and that would pose the retardant’s antics as Terry Dwayne Ashford then send the video to the employer by watching through his phone where terry Ashford applies. Now the H9NKY Will and Casey claim to have been involved citing “I want him”. The sabotage is H9NKYs as well as N8ggers. “Will” watch the dumb shit

Face looking H9NKY and you will see. He documents where I apply and sends the edited video to the HR of that company knowing there is an INSIDE link. So our police should be on every communication device Will touches. Phone, email, chat app, and pull his contacts. He has one contact that links to all these companies and that may be linkedN. Ditch the H9NKY shit face cocksucker. Casey worked with him. Ditch the H9knys for power points. They like to suck bait the Faggies and stuff SHIT over the crack they smoke into their mouths and leave them in the ditch for symbolism. Use the arrangement method to setup the H9NKY and give him the most attractive looking killer N8GGER butch wad shooter. And take this H9NKY to HELL. Choke the H9NKY first and give the H9NKY fear that makes the H9NKY kill himself. We got something for the H9NKY. Closed. Oh by the way that’s even if it IS the government. Kill this H9NKY and we will deal with the government later maybe blow a few buildings or take planes out of the sky. But we gonna GET these H9NKYs for power points. And claim we are playing after they are stuffed with shit turds. Got me? Make the shit happen!

Officer Johnson MPD badge 5243 appears to be the one officer that may have links to the stolen iPhone and may also have links to going to the neighborhood house to obtain the video of the crashing of the window to get the phone. That officers has been stalking terry Dwayne Ashford at the tennis courts and the aquatics center and was caught stalking terry dwayne Ashford In stake made for a white man captured by the phone that was stolen two days before the crash sitting in front of the court where terry Dwayne Ashford practices serves. The white man was meeting him sitting with the black dark African female police officer days before the November 11th crashing. We argue that the picture he thought was being taken by the camera made him as angry as you saw at the Safeway. The anger saw the officer attack by crashing the journalist’s window and stealing that wxacr phone in revenge. You fucking faggots I do not have to go anywhere cuz I don’t like no crazy low class HOE ass N8gger or H9NKY - got me? Intimidate someone other than a journalist that’s what your faggot asses better do. Lock the officers in Alcatraz.

[lmanburg-letter-service]

Bad,

Hi! You replied! That's cool, awesome, even. maybe better than awesome.

So, yeah. I relate to seeing stuff that reminds me of you, I mean, I have this one pair of red and black sneakers and whenever I look at them it's just like a big sign wondering how you are! It's a little crappy, but, thinking of you is always pretty fun either way so I'm not gonna complain too much, this time.

And trust, I'm swearing just as much as you remember. No matter the place, you can rely on that fact. It's like that "immovable object meets unstoppable force" thing except the unstoppable force is time and the immovable object is me because the immovable object would definitely win that fight.

And I'm great at baking! The oven burns the muffins, not me, I can't be blamed. If only i had your hugs to make me feel better when the oven betrays me, sigh.

that was written jokingly, but I do miss your hugs dude.

I don't own a lot of merchhh, it's awful. BUT! I have the fang face beanie, it's kinda the coolest thing I own, partly because of you, but the second best thing I own is a pair of duck socks which are comfy as heck. Also, sewing? Isn't that hard, it looks hard. Is it by hand or a machine? (also, sewing machines confuse me SO much they make no sense like actually)

Also don't worry about rambling, ever, I like reading if it means talking to you.

And in the least sappy way possible, love you too /p

From,

Skeppy, again, the same Skeppy. Which you probably guessed.

P.S. you would never guess how many swears I've edited out of this :p

[Letter Sent!]