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Accidental Valentine

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This is my fic for The Citrus Dome Server Lover’s Day Literature Collab! Please go check out The Masterlist and support all of the amazing artists and writers that have contributed.🖤

A/N: WHEW guys... I don’t think I’ve put this much work into a fic EVER. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about my body and wanted to write a reader who struggled with it as well. Who better to boost your confidence than DILF Kiri feeding your praise kink?! I was heavily influenced by this amazing drabble by @rat-suki and got permission to use it as my inspiration for this fic.🖤 (for reference, reader is 30 and Kirishima is 42)

Thanks to @afictionalwhore and my dear friend Orchid for the beta read!🖤

RetiredProHero!Kirishima x YoungerF!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

TW: size difference, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, praise kink (lots and lots of praise), TBH the sex is pretty vanilla but very passionate, both are insecure about their bodies.

When you trudged into work this morning, you didn’t ever dream of meeting your childhood idol/crush, but here you are, staring up at a beautiful mountain of a man. Eijiro Kirishima, or retired pro hero Red Riot, had never come into your coffee shop before and you’d never imagined he would. He was huge. Nearly 7 ft tall and built like a brick house. His hair was back to his natural black with flecks of silver at his temples and hung long and wild around his shoulders. He had on a pair of glasses and wore a dark maroon sweater and jeans.

Even though he’s aged, he looks just as handsome as the young man you fell for as a girl.

The year he made his debut, you were only six, and like most other six-year-olds, you idolized the pro heroes. Most of your friends loved Deku or Dynamite, but you always loved Red Riot. His smile, warmth, and his fiercely protective nature made your tiny heart burst with admiration. Throughout his hero career, you kept up with all of his interviews, the battles he’d been in, the awards he’d won, and his hero rankings. You’d also gotten as much merch as possible over the years and still wore your worn-out, oversized Red Riot t-shirt to sleep in. When he retired a couple of years ago, you still scanned articles online trying to gather bits and pieces of information about the hero, but he wasn’t one to seek out the spotlight. You think that’s probably why he’d always been your favorite. He was a true hero. Serving the citizens and keeping them safe was his top priority. You didn’t want to admit it, but you kept up with him for one main reason… You wanted to know if he was seeing anyone.

You remember being eaten up with jealousy when you’d see his arm around another woman going to galas and award ceremonies. Your sixteen-year-old brain knew that of course, he’d date women. He was a grown man and a pro hero. But your heart would ache, wanting to be the one his soft eyes and pointy-toothed grin was fixed on.

Now those same eyes were fixed on you, his mouth moving and forming words, but you were too star-struck to hear what he was saying. When you snapped out of your daze and remembered you were supposed to be taking his order, you were mortified.

“I-I’m so sorry sir! Could you please repeat that?”

“Sure thing!” his bright smile was hypnotizing, “Just a venti-sized flat white. Have you had your coffee yet? Ya looked a little far away there for a second, kid.”

Your heart leaped at the little nickname. “Yeah, sorry about that! I guess I should get a couple of shots of espresso in me before I try to be productive.” You chuckle nervously as you scribble his order on the cup and turn to make his drink.

“Oh, uhh…” he peeks around the counter to get your attention, “Do you need my name? For the order?”

You freeze realizing you forgot basic, barista 101 etiquette…

“Actually,” you face him, a sheepish grin on your face, avoiding eye contact, “I know your name. You… umm, were my favorite hero,” you blush, and your eyes widen in embarrassment, “you know when I was a kid...”

You turn back to your work, kicking yourself for being so awkward.

“Really? I think you’re the first person to recognize me since ya know,” he circled his head with his pointer finger, “I stopped dying my hair..”

You turned your head to peer up at him through your dark lashes, a light dusting of blush still on your cheeks, “Well, I like it. It looks good on you.”

The retired pro’s heart was bursting at how damned cute you were. Was this pretty, young girl… embarrassed? Over him?! He watched your tiny hands move as they worked on his drink order, wondering how small they’d feel grasped in his massive ones. Your soft hair caught in the sunlight making you look like a literal angel and he sighed. You reached up to grab a canister from the top shelf and a sliver of soft skin between your t-shirt and jeans peeked through. His gaze became far away and he damn near drooled at the sight. Just how long had it been since he’d touched another woman? Kirishima wasn’t one for casual flings. He always got too invested in whoever he was seeing. So when he and his long-time girlfriend broke things off a couple of years ago, he wasn’t rushing back into the dating scene.

However, things were a little more… complicated than just not finding the right girl to commit to. He was getting older and it was starting to show. Over the past few years, he’d lost his confidence. He’s bulkier around the middle no matter what workouts or diets he tries. Overuse of his quirk has caused stretchmarks and scars all over his skin. He was starting to get crow’s feet and he was overall just TOO big and TOO hairy. He felt like some sort of gorilla walking around in human clothing. Kirishima isn’t stupid or trying to fool himself. A young, gorgeous thing like you wasn’t looking for anything from an old, washed-up man like him. But, fuck… It was nearly impossible for him to move his gaze away from your ass… Oh, the things he’d do to you if he were a few years younger...

You turned to look over your shoulder and notice his gaze… and it’s apparent that he’s checking you out. He looks like a man starved, eyes glued to your ass.

“Well, well, well… maybe he wasn’t so annoyed with my fangirling after all.”

When he realized you’d gone still, his eyes met yours and he quickly averted his gaze. His cheeks turned as red as his hair used to be. You busied yourself with the milk steamer to hide your big, goofy grin. With a new burst of confidence, you decide to take a chance and when you go to write his name on his to-go cup, you write

“Big Red <3”

You pause, bite your lip, and think to yourself, “why the hell not?” as you scribble your number underneath the nickname. You turn to give him his drink and your nerves almost make you retreat and make a whole new drink. Then he meets your gaze and your world stops spinning. His vermillion eyes crinkle at the edges as his scared lips turn upwards into a syrupy sweet smile.

When Kirishima takes his drink from you, your fingers brush his for the briefest second and he can tell they’re trembling. “Oh no, I hope I haven’t made her nervous or uncomfortable.” He wanted to go crawl in a hole… That was until he saw what you’d written on his cup.

He stammers, looking from the cup to your face like he’s checking to see if you’re pulling a prank on him or not. Before he can say anything, you bite your lip and look up at him.

“I’m off work this Sunday. Just… if you’d like to hang out or something.” your gaze shifts and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

After a moment or two, his face lights up in a huge grin. “Y-yeah, great!” he turns and walks a few steps, then turns around and motions at the cup, “So… I should just, ahh… text you?”

You giggle and it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard in a long time, “That would be nice, yeah.”

“Okay, great!... Talk later then!” He waves and leaves the coffee shop, feeling light as a feather and ten years younger.

*****

Sunday rolls around and you spend the morning making sure the place is cleaner than it’s been in weeks. Your place was small but cozy. For a fleeting moment, you’re a little insecure about how modest your apartment is. You don’t know exactly how wealthy pros are when they retire, but you know he’s more familiar with much nicer places than yours. You decide he probably knew just what to expect on a barista’s salary and tried to put it out of your mind. You checked on the cookies baking in the oven. When you found out through your text conversations that he loved chocolate chip cookies with the large chunks of dark chocolate baked in, you went out and bought everything to make them the same day. You kept watching over them like a hawk to avoid burning them. They still looked pretty gooey, so you decided it would be safe to get changed into something a little nicer. Just as you were about to turn the corner into your bedroom, your doorbell rang.

“Shit!” you looked at your phone and sure enough, you let time get away from you. He was here and you were still in your cropped leggings and t-shirt, sporting a messy bun and dirty apron. You groaned as you realized you couldn’t leave him on your doorstep while you changed. Defeated, you hurried to the door.

You opened the door, hoping that you at least didn’t have flour in your hair, and looked up into the much larger man’s eyes. The realization that THE Red Riot was standing this close to you made your stomach flutter and a goofy grin slide across your face. While you stood there star-struck, he broke the silence.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here!”

“Oh!” you jumped a little then promptly ran over to your oven, “Sorry! Please come on in!” you said over your shoulder as you were pulling your oven mitts on.

Kirishima walked into your cozy apartment and instantly felt at ease. He couldn’t pinpoint just what it was, but something about your place felt more like home than any place he’d ever lived before. As he finished scanning your apartment, his eyes landed on you taking the cookies out of the oven. The comfortable, domestic feel of the place coupled with your ass on full display as you bent down to remove the cookies from the oven had his jeans tightening. You stood up and he averted his gaze before you turned around, not wanting to get caught checking your ass out for a second time.

“Fair warning, I’m not a talented baker by any means,” you removed your oven mitts after placing the cookie sheets on the cooling rack and flashed a sly grin his way, “But when Red Riot tells you what his favorite cookies are… Ya kinda gotta make them, right?”

Oh… If you only knew how pent up this man was… he debated bending you over right then and there and fucking you until you couldn’t walk. He really hit the jackpot with you… a hot, younger woman with the perfect ass who bakes him cookies and for some reason thinks he hung the moon? Kirishima would have given you a ring right then and there if he didn’t think it would scare you off.

“Well,” he radiated warmth as he looked between you and the cookies cooling on the rack, “If you’re not the sweetest thing! I, ahh… might have gotten you a little something too.” he then held up a 6 pack of your favorite cider. “Because when Y/N, L/N tells you what her favorite cider is… Ya kinda gotta get her some.” he winked and you felt your knees buckle and your cheeks burn. You felt like you were in a fairytale.

Then you remembered that the princesses in fairytales definitely did not wear flour-riddled black leggings, old t-shirts, and dirty aprons.

“OH! Umm, I need to go get cleaned up. I’ll only be a minu-” his massive hand wrapped around your wrist as you walked past him. It covered half of your forearm and a shudder ran through you. You wanted those giant hands to roam every inch of your body.

“Please don’t,” his eyes were half-lidded and his voice was low, “...I think you look beautiful like this.” his calloused thumb traced little circles on your skin not meeting your gaze. His deep voice was impossibly tender.

Now that you’d felt his skin on yours, you couldn’t contain your churning desires any longer. You wanted, needed, more. Rising up on your tiptoes, you curled your fist into Kirishima’s shirt collar and pulled his face toward yours.

You felt him tense up for a moment, then relax into the kiss. His massive hands found purchase on your hips, digging into the pliant flesh there. A needy whimper caught in his throat spurring you on to deepen the kiss.

It was like your bodies were working around each other in perfect harmony… lips parting at a slow pace, like honey dripping from the edge of a spoon and tongues meeting in the middle to taste each other. You both savored the kiss for as long as you could, eyes lazily drifting open and shared breaths causing your hearts to dance out of your chests.

You saw him falter, his gaze dropping, and you feared that you overstepped.

“Kirishima I-“

“Ejiro,” he stopped you with a hand against your cheek, “Call me Eijiro…” his thumb caressed your bottom lip slowly, back and forth. His touch held so much devotion in it.

“Eijiro…” you sighed, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “I need you…”

The giant of a man before you swept you up into his arms and began walking down your hallway. You quickly wrapped your arms and legs around his hulking frame as if you were climbing a tree.

“Second door on the right,” you were panting into his neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over it.

You blew a cool stream of air along his damp skin and felt him shudder. A giggle bubbled up from your chest at being able to weaken a retired pro-hero known for being a human shield against the worst villains Japan has ever known. Your little stunt resulted in a grunt and a firm, warning squeeze to your thigh.

“So that’s what we’re doing today, huh?” he tosses you on the bed just hard enough to make you bounce up a little… then he’s on you, placing light kisses all along your neck as he prods your sides looking for a ticklish spot. You can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard and the fact that it was your idol drawing it from you made you dizzy with joy.

“Mercy! Mercy!” you were breathless and your abdomen ached from the forceful laughs Ejiro was pulling from you. He blew a raspberry on your neck as a final tease then relented, sitting up to meet your gaze.

You were absolutely smitten. You caressed the lines around his eyes and the scar that split his lips as your eyes roamed across his features. Every crease, every scar… you wanted to kiss them all. When his gaze faltered and he pulled away to sit beside you on the bed, the feeling you’d done something wrong resurfaced. You sat up beside him and placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eijiro…” your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry, I know I can come on a little strong sometimes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just…” your eyes meet and his gaze is unreadable.

“No, no…” his ruby eyes drop to the floor, “It’s just that,” he chuckles nervously, “Well, it’s been a while. I’m not very good with casual flings and the like. So I don’t really date much…”

You rise to your feet and move to stand in front of him. Sitting in front of you on your bed, you’re only slightly below eye level with him. You place your tiny hands on his thick thighs and nudge them apart so you can slot your hips between them.

“When I told you that you were my favorite hero,” you reach for his wrist and remove the hair tie from it, “What that actually meant was that I’d watch the news every day just to make sure you were safe.”

Slender fingers move through his wild mane of silver-flecked hair untangling any knots, “It meant that when that villain with the sludge quirk put you in the hospital for a couple of days, my mom let me stay home from school because I was so distraught,” you pulled all of his untangled hair to the nape of his neck and began wrapping the hair tie around it.

“It meant that my silly sixteen-year-old heart would ache when I saw you hand in hand with a girl in a magazine going out on a date,” you grinned at how silly you felt admitting that. Once his hair was secured in a low ponytail, your hands trailed along his broad shoulders.

“Now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, I’ll get to the point.” your intense gaze held years of longing for the hero in front of you, “Nothing about this is casual for me.”

Tears pricked the corners of Kirishima’s eyes. Had anyone ever showed him this much tender devotion? All the years he’d taken beating after beating, a glorified human shield, content with leaving most of the game to his friends. He was all rough edges and bulk. He was the one doing the protecting every time. Even in his romantic relationships, he was the one who would give, and give, and give… never asking or expecting to be taken care of. Being handled with such care was utterly foreign to him and it stirred up a deep need he never knew was there.

“Eji…” his glassy eyes met yours, “Can I take care of you?” you sank to your knees, hands sliding up his thighs.

“Please…”

Your hands made quick work of his button and zipper. He shifted his hips upwards to help you ease his jeans down his thick thighs and you pulled his jeans and boxers down in one slow pull. Nothing would have prepared you for just how huge he was. Your eyes widened for a fraction of a second, wondering how you’d get that thing to fit inside your cunt, much less your mouth… but it was something you were eager to find out.

Looking up at him from under your dark lashes, you made a show of lewdly licking your lips. You flattened your tongue and drug the wet muscle from his base right above his neatly trimmed patch of black hair, all the way to the swollen, red tip of his head. You felt the powerful muscles in his thighs clench as his head rolled back and a delicious moan escaped his open mouth. Making your hero come undone with one lick to his cock was intoxicating.

“Fuck, baby…” Kirishima fisted the sheets praying he wouldn’t come just from your teasing. He’s not sure his pride could handle it. It became a very real threat when he dared to look down at you kissing and licking all up and down his length. Once your mouth had gotten him wet enough, your soft hands joined your warm mouth in worshiping his cock. You met his gaze as you kissed his tip and licked up the pre that was escaping in pearlescent beads. When you had teased him to your contentment, you swallowed him down as deep as your throat would allow, wrapped your hand around his base, and moaned.

Kirishima had many blowjobs in his life. In fact, he’d had some that he would say were pretty amazing… but in all his adult life, he’d never been so thoroughly and enthusiastically devoured like this. He threaded his fingers of one hand in your loose bun and fisted your bed sheets in his other to ground himself. After a minute or two, he felt his release creeping up much faster than he wanted.

He placed his hands on either side of your face causing you to stop bobbing your head and look up at him. He ran his thumb against your swollen bottom lip and you leaned into his tender touch. He bends forward and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Lay down on the bed,” he whispers into your hair. Nerves starting to catch up to you, you shook slightly as you stood from your spot on the floor. Before you lay down, you remember to take your apron off then lay on your pillows, heart pounding awaiting further instruction.

Kirishima hovers over you reminding you yet again just how tiny you are compared to him. His warm hand covers your knee and slowly travels up your thigh, stopping right before he meets your throbbing core. He runs his hand back down your thigh to gently nudge your knees apart. Leaning on his forearms, he positions himself between your thighs and you gasp at the friction created where your bodies meet. While planting tender kisses on your neck, he whispers, “I need you to promise that you’ll tell me if I need to stop or if something doesn’t feel okay. Can you do that?”

“Y-yes…” you moan as he nibbles on your earlobe, teasing with his sharp teeth but not breaking your skin.

“Mmm,” he places sweet kisses all along your jaw, your breath catching in your throat, “Good girl.”

Receiving praise from him made your chest swell. You wanted nothing more than to please this man you were rapidly falling for. He sat up, legs folded under his body, and slowly slid his hands under the hem of your oversized t-shirt. You felt his hands still on your stomach and looked up from where you were laying on your pillows to see what had made him freeze.

He met your gaze with a devilish grin, “Baby girl…” his thumbs run small circles on your skin, “Did you wear this for me?”

When you realize what he’s talking about, you hide your face and groan into your hands. You completely forgot that you were still in your old Red Riot t-shirt that you usually slept in. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” you mumbled behind your palms.

Kirishima chuckled and shushed you, “No, no, no… This is the sexiest thing you could have possibly worn.” He pulls the hem of your t-shirt up to expose your tummy, burying his face in the soft skin there. Gentle kisses were placed all along the waistline of your leggings, every squishy part and every little stretchmark that decorated your skin like tiny spiderwebs were lovingly caressed with his plush lips. Having the part of your body you were the most self-conscious of worshiped like this felt more vulnerable than sex.

As the kisses traveled higher, they became sloppier and more desperate. You lifted your arms to allow him to remove your shirt, exposing your plain white cotton bra. The feel of his stubble against your skin as he moaned into your cleavage sent shivers down your body. Instead of paying attention to your neglected nipples, his warm mouth carved a path up the column of your throat, head thrown back to give him as much access as possible.

Kirishima whispered against the tender skin under your earlobe, “This okay, baby?” two large fingers dip into the front of your leggings. You nod enthusiastically, unable to form a coherent answer, “Mmm… I need words, sweet thing. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes… it’s more than okay,” your chests are touching as he works his hand down the front of your pants.

When Kirishima’s thick fingers slid between your drenched folds, you arched your back and grasped his forearm. Slowly, he spread your slick around, dancing past your clit with each stroke. His teasing was turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him.

He had all the time in the world and having you melt underneath his touch was the best way he could hope to spend it. After what felt like an eternity of him gently brushing against you, only slightly dipping into your needy hole and barely grazing your clit, you were openly panting and whining. A steady stream of praises flowed from his lips.

“You’re such a pretty girl… such a pretty little pussy.”

“Look at how wet you are for me. Like this, huh? My pretty girl likes my fingers teasing her?”

“I can’t wait to lick my fingers clean. You’re gonna taste so sweet.”

You were so worked up that tears began to form in your eyes, “Eji… I-“

“Hmm? What is it, baby girl? Need something?” His finger drags around your clit slowly, adding a fraction more pressure.

“Please, I need more Eji,” your nails digging into his forearm were leaving little crescents in his thick skin.

“Sweet girl,” he meets your mouth with a slow, wet kiss, “you can have whatever you want.”

Without hesitation, he sits up and pulls your leggings down with your panties. A groan rattles his large chest when he sees a thread of your slick attached to the crotch. Once his face is buried in between your thighs, it’s a real possibility he might come just from eating you out.

All the teasing had brought him to the edge as well and he was out of patience. With a few hurried kisses to each thigh, he dove into your dripping cleft. His tongue plunged into your core as he nudged his nose into your puffy clit.

You cry out and convulse around his face. His arms wrap around your thighs, firmly but gently holding your legs open to give him full access to eat you as thoroughly as possible. When he moves to suck your clit, you know you won’t last much longer. As he nurses on your sensitive nub, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower body. He picks up on this and moans into your skin as he greedily sucks.

“Ahh… Ahh, I’m- I’m gonna….”

“Oh that’s it,” he encourages you by praising you and massaging your thighs in his massive hands, “let me have it, baby girl. Come on, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Your toes curl and back arches as you’re thrown over the edge. “Oh FUCK!! Coming, coming…. ooooh god… ahh D-daddy!…”

“Daddy, is it? Goddamn”

Kirishima felt his dick twitch and his breath caught in his throat.

He wipes his face on the back of his hands and makes a show of licking his fingers clean as he leans over you, nose touching yours.

“What was that baby?” His voice was strained as he pressed his dick into the warm, damp skin of your thigh…

You bat your lashes and ghost your lips over his as you whisper, “Daddy… please let me ride you. I need you inside me.” The nail in Kirishima’s coffin was when you licked his bottom lip then quickly followed with a chaste kiss.

You waste no time wrapping your thighs around his waist and twisting. He follows your lead and lays flat on his back letting you straddle him. You grab the hem of his shirt and similarly tease him, leaving a trail of kisses along his broad stomach. Kirishima flinches a little, self-conscious of his skin and how soft his middle had gotten over the years. You meet his eyes as you pull his shirt over his broad shoulders and run your hands back down his body.

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” hands and eyes roamed over the expanse of skin in front of you, “It’s even better than in my dreams.”

He wondered for the hundredth time how got this lucky. You really loved his body? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he thought…

“No,” his hands rubbed your hips, kneading your soft skin, “You’re better than I’d ever hoped to find.” He sits upon the headboard and pulls you closer into his lap, “Now,” he pulls your hair free of the messy bun, “Can you be a good girl and come on my cock?”

You lift your hips and place his tip at your entrance. That alone caused a delicious stretch and you knew it would be a slow process getting him to fit comfortably.

“Yes, Daddy,” your hands wrapped around his neck and he growled as he pulled you into a rough kiss.

“Good fuckin girl.”

He helped lower you onto his cock with lots of kisses, praises, and gentle squeezes. When you got closer to his base, the pain was too much for a moment. Kirishima used his thumb to rub circles into your clit, shushing you sweetly against your parted mouth.

“Are you okay, baby?” He brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead with his free hand while his other is still working your clit over.

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, “You fill me up so well. I love your massive cock filling me up.”

“You’re gonna make me crazy, you know that? Huh?” He pulls your lower lip into his mouth and sucks. You both sit for a while, exchanging kisses and whispers while you adjust to his girth.

“Are you ready to move now, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Daddy…” he helps you move, dragging your hips up and down his shaft.

After a few deep thrusts, you both increase your pace, matching each other’s movements. It’s not long before your head is thrown back, tears escaping the corners of your eyes. Loud moans and curses escape your mouth as one nipple is pulled into Kirishima’s mouth.

“Oh, Daddy! Fuck, fuck! Right there, right there… I… I’m… AHH!” Before you can even say anything, you’ve come undone, spasming around his cock.

“Oh, good girl, good fuckin girl,” you go limp and bury your face into his neck while he slams your hips onto his, chasing his release. The feeling of him using your body to get off makes you dizzy with joy. You lean into his ear whispering, “Please come inside me. Wanna feel you come inside me, Daddy… please, need your come inside me, Daddy.”

Your slurred pleas against his ear send him over the edge into a mind-numbing orgasm. As he comes down from his high and looks into your face full of adoration, he knows he’s caught… hook, line, and sinker.

*****

The rest of the evening is spent eating cookies on your couch, drinking cider, and watching your favorite crime drama. The sweet kisses and touches sprinkled throughout the night feel so natural… Like you’ve been together for years instead of hours.

You end up with Kirishima’s head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair as he closes his eyes and relaxes into your touch. The clock on your wall reads 12:30 am and it dawns on you what day it officially is.

“Eji?”

“Hmm?” He opens one eye and reaches up to scratch your scalp.

“Will you be my valentine?” You bite your bottom lip to stifle a silly grin.

He sits up and pulls you into a bear hug.

“What kinda silly question is that? Of course. I don’t ever want another valentine besides you.”

Your heart explodes and you kiss him, grabbing his cheeks in both hands.

“Sixteen-year-old me is absolutely losing her shit right now,” you giggle, rubbing his nose with yours.

“Well,” he grabs your ass and raises an eyebrow, “Forty-two-year-old me is losing his shit right now over finding such a sweet girl with such a sweet ass on her,” he nips at your neck and you squeal.

“Ooh, you ready for another round, old man?”

He growls and throws you over his shoulder. A swift spank to your ass causes you to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, so I’m dealing with a brat now? You want me to show you what this old man does to little brats?” He squeezes your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom.

“But I’m your good girl! Remember?!”

“Yeah, yeah… We’ll see about that.”

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La Campanella

McShep + Rodney plays the piano Rodney never could resist a challenge, especially when it’s set by Sheppard.

Atlantis is a place of many wonders, but Rodney's favorite is this:

In a distant part of the northern pier is a short, squat tower which he and Sheppard investigate on a routine patrol.

And in that tower is a large, unassuming room like a lecture hall.

And in the center of the room is an object seven foot long and three feet high, elegant, delicate, and familiar.

“Is that…” Rodney practically runs over to touch it, as reckless as that urge can be in Atlantis, but he knows this isn’t a weapon or a piece of broken technology or some dangerous machine. It’s a thing of beauty.

It’s an instrument remarkably like a piano: white and black reversed, keys slightly different lengths, but the same 12-step configuration making up an octave. Keys which strike strings stretched over a wide frame with soft hammers, and this can’t be a coincidence.

“How... ” he starts, and then he answers his own question. “The Ancients must have invented this instrument and brought the concept with them to Earth. But that would overturn so much musical history they’ll have to rewrite the textbooks, can you even imagine the implications -”

John does not look as fascinated by the profound repercussions of this discovery on the history of western classical music as Rodney is.

He waves questions of history aside and sits on the low stool in front of the keyboard, blowing away the years of accumulated dust. His hands instinctively settle into arches, his wrists loose, and he plays a few simple scales. The notes sound out clear and true, but -

He frowns.

“Something wrong?” Sheppard is leaning over the instrument, studying him and it with interest.

“This is tuned half a tone lower than an Earth piano. Feels a bit weird, that’s all.”

“How do you know that?”

Rodney affects his smuggest smile. “Perfect pitch, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Sheppard says, rolling his eyes.

Rodney looks around the room furtively, keen for reasons he can’t articulate that no one else should observe them, and he starts to play.

It becomes a habit, a place to unwind, somewhere they visit on off hours and in quiet moments.

Today Sheppard is flicking through a golf magazine while Rodney warms up with some Bach. The music is pleasing and orderly, and the sparse, bright notes explode in fractal-like patterns, unfurling and changing and becoming more complex the closer you look.

John tilts his head to one side and says, “You know there’s a whole bunch of classical music on the Atlantis server?”

Rodney grins. He did know that, in fact. Never get between a team of scientists and their file sharing. “I may have heard.”

“I listened to some of the Chopin you like. Then some other piano stuff as well.”

“Yeah?” Rodney picks at a fingernail. Something about the idea of John listening to music just because Rodney likes it makes his heart beat a little faster. “Find anything you liked?”

“A bunch actually. Have you heard of a piece called La Campanella? By a guy named Liszt?"

"Have I…" Has he heard of the single hardest piece in the entire solo piano repertoire? The fact he could never get those double stops right haunts him to this day. "Yeah, it rings a bell."

"I like that one," John says decisively. "It's nice."

Nice??? Sheppard thinks the most epic and demanding piece of all time is nice? Of course he does.

"You should learn to play it," John says casually, like he's suggesting they watch an action movie instead of a scifi.

"I should -" he splutters. "Do you have any idea how difficult that is? It's practically impossible."

John smirks and says, "I thought practically impossible was your specialty?"

Rodney is still spluttering when John throws him a wink and walks out.

And then, because despite being the finest mind in two galaxies, on some level he truly is an idiot, he stretches out his fingers and starts to practice.

It's not like he had copious free time to start with. But he makes space whenever he can to come to the piano room, chipping away at this ludicrous piece, bit by bit, phrase by phrase, over and over and over.

People think that learning to play is artistry, and maybe it is that too, but mostly it's a grind. You keep doing it again and again until you get it right. It's as much about stubbornness as about skill.

And stubbornness is something Rodney McKay has in abundance.

Liszt really was a sadistic old bastard, Rodney thinks sourly as he works on the right hand jumps until his fingers turn to lead.

Sometimes Sheppard comes and sits with him while he practices, and on those days he plays easier pieces, things which are familiar and casual. Not that John seems to pay much attention, but Rodney has the urge to impress him all the same.

He’s always having that urge around John.

He spends an entire week working on his goddamn trill.

It shouldn’t matter and it’s not like anyone will really listen to it. But it seems to represent something important — a sequence of paired adjacent notes, next to each other but never quite touching, bouncing off each other time and time again, a dance of two — though he doesn’t want to examine that too closely.

He doesn’t tell anyone else about the piano. He tells himself that’s because it’s convenient that he doesn’t have to share and can use it whenever he wants.

But really, he likes that it’s his and Sheppard’s; their own tiny secret in this vast and sprawling city.

He hears the piece in his sleep, and on missions, and when he’s working in his lab. It becomes a background hum of his brain, always there, a sort of yearning for the possible, the platonic ideal, the way that things could be.

He tries not to examine that too closely either, though the weight of the realization is becoming harder to ignore.

Eventually the piece is as ready as it's going to be. He scribbles a quick note during a meeting, folds it into a paper airplane, and throws it at Sheppard's head. He hits him right in the temple, and he manages to avoid cheering when Elizabeth glares at him.

I have something to play for you, the note reads. Meet you at 7? You know where. - R

He jots it down without really thinking, and only once he's thrown does it occur to him how soppy it sounds.

John doesn't seem too perturbed though. He smiles down at the note and meets Rodney's eye with a little eyebrow wiggle which Rodney takes to mean, Gonna impress me?

By the time John arrives, Rodney is all warmed up and more nervous than he's ever been about a performance. His heart is racing, and when John gives him a fond look and says, "Hey," it trips even faster.

Once he settles in to play though, there's a certain kind of mental clarity that settles over him. His hands know how to do this, he just has to sit back and let them.

His wrists are still tense as he sounds out the first few bars and then, all at once, he relaxes into it and lets the music carry him. Hours of repetition have made every chord, every melody, every insane and unreasonable jump into something almost effortless. He even forgets John is there: there’s only him, and the piano, and the music.

The music builds and builds, each section becoming more and more ornamented, more complex, more physically demanding, all at a relentless pace that sends most players reeling. But he's got this, he can do this, it turns out all he needed was a bit of motivation.

The penultimate section is his favorite: The technical parts are done and here he can throw himself into the wild, over the top glory of the final melody. And perhaps he shows off a little bit, catching John's eye and grinning at him, but that's all part of the fun.

The piece ends with a crashing, massive finale that makes him feel like a virtuoso, and then in a last few epic chords it's done, as tight and perfect a five minutes as you could wish for.

The final chord reverberates on and on through the stillness of the room, glowing out beyond the city and into the night.

"Wow." John's eyes are wide. "That was great."

Rodney preens, because that ineloquent little comment somehow means more to him than an auditorium full of ecstatic applause. Having John look at him like that makes the months of practice worth it.

"You liked it?" He's fishing for compliments, but he figures he's earned it.

"I did," John says, staring at Rodney's hands like they hold the secrets to the universe.

He looks up and blushes at having been caught staring. Then he deflects and shrugs one shoulder. “Honestly, though, it’s not my favorite piano piece.”

Rodney narrows his eyes. He has the distinct impression he’s been played. “What was your favorite then?”

"I prefer Songs Without Words."

"Mendelssohn?" he explodes. "You wanted Mendelssohn? Jesus Christ, I learned to play that when I was eight!"

John grins. "I appreciate simplicity in music."

"Then why on earth did you make me learn Liszt?!"

John has this joyous, manic light in his eyes, like he's having the time of his life here, messing around with Rodney, of all the things he could be doing. "I like watching you do impossible things."

He sucks in a breath. "I hate you."

"No you don't." John leans in, smug and delighted, and oh, Rodney is so in love with this ridiculous, infuriating man that he could burst. "You learned La Campanella for me."

"It wasn't that hard," he says quickly, because he has a reputation to maintain here. But John laughs and gives him this soft, teasing look, one eyebrow quirked at a ridiculous angle beneath the chaotic mess of his hair, and Rodney is defenseless.

"Whatever you say, McKay," John says, and Rodney has the feeling he sees straight through him. "Now play it again."

#mcshep #stargate atlantis #my writing #where my fellow classical music nerds at this one is for you

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plot: Halloween with Kiyoomi Sakusa genre: fluff, crack warnings: sorta creepy wc: 6.3k (went a bit overboard sorry lol)

A/N: - This is collab from our server @babythotshq. See others spoofy stories from our server here. - I’m posting another halloween fic later, sum Semi fluff. lmk if u wanna be tagged - Thank you so much @newfriendjen for the betaread and @aomineavenue for that idea u gave me ehe - Sakusa brainrot

Nothing beats the spirit of Halloween, the best holiday ever invented. Ghost stories, people in costumes, haunted houses, scary movies, everything about this holiday — you love and welcome them all. Last year, your Halloween adventure was you and your friends trying to make a documentary (actually it was just you hogging the camera and tripping your friends that you’re seeing apparitions) in an abandoned building.

But the highlight of that Halloween wasn’t that. It was meeting Sakusa. Albeit how sweet that sounds, the whole of it was honestly ridiculous.

A year ago, you and your coworkers agreed to join the Halloween party at the club near your office. You drew lots on what will be the theme of each person’s costume in the office. The person whose costume fits their theme the most gets a prize. When you got “something unexpected” at the draw, you were thrilled at all the possibilities your imagination could think of.

But then work fucked you up until you barely had any time left. You only had less than 48 hours to come up with an award-winning costume. As you’re scrunching for your work deadlines, you look around for possible costume inspirations. And voila, your eyes landed on that certain object near your monitor.

You laughed your head off when you pictured what you’d look like.

At the club at the night of the Halloween party, it was expected to have most people in costume. No one gave anyone a second look for being all dressed up.

Except for you.

When you entered the bar, people were staring. You made your way to your colleagues, uttering your excuse mes and sorrys to the people you bumped. Once your officemates saw you, they guffawed simultaneously. You were wearing white boots, surgical , a light blue long-sleeve top, and black short shorts. On top of the long-sleeve top and shorts was a white box hanging inches just below your thighs which made it look like a box dress. Printed on the front of the box dress was “GERMINATOR. Kill 99.9% germs” complete with its logo. At the back of it was the product’s information. It even had an improvised pump on your head. On your bare thighs was a holster holding sanitizers instead of guns.

You twirled in front of your colleagues and they all gave you a round of applause.

You were so stressed out with work that you drank your heart out before the party even began to reach its peak. Your nearing drunk ass was letting loose when your back collided with someone and you nearly tripped.

It was a guy with white streaks on his hair that was held up by gel or wax. He gasped as he took in your appearance. “Miss! Please come with me.” The guy didn’t really give you a choice when he grabbed your wrist and dragged your tipsy self to wherever.

“Omi-kun! I brought you someone.” He said while he hid you behind him.

“Really, Bo-kun? You think he’d be interested in anyone from here?” You heard someone say despite the noise. The guy who just hauled you there moved away to reveal that certain someone, aka you. You went with the flow and gave them a curtsy while your vision started to sway a bit.

You easily distinguished who he’s with since they’re all wearing the same yellow jacket. “What are you s’ppsed to be? A boy band or somethin?” you asked but no one answered.

You are met with different reactions. Two of them dropped their jaws. One had a wide smile on his face, obviously proud of finding you. Then, there was this guy you couldn’t make out because he was wearing a face mask. After recovering from their shock, the three men looked at the one who wore a face mask.

The guy with white streaks turned to you and said, “I’m Bokuto,” referring to himself. “That’s Hinata,” he pointed out to the shortest guy in orange hair. “Miya, “ the blonde one said, then grabs the face masked-guy who has a stiff frown on his half-visible face. “And this,” he pushed the face-mask man in front of you, “is Sakusa.” Everyone looked so entertained and so amused, except for the one directly in front of you. But you don’t acknowledge the somber aura coming from him. You like being the source of entertainment, especially for this event.

“Oh you unsanitary boys! You can call me,” you grab two sanitizers dramatically from your holster and pose like a sailor scout, except weirder. You couldn’t even tell how you exactly posed your arms in the air, you just let the alcohol do the work. As a finishing touch to the pose, you winked and announced, “Germinator-chan!!!”

At that, Miya spilled the drink he was about to take while Bokuto put his hands on his hips as they both laughed uncontrollably. Hinata walked beside … what was his name again? You’ll just continue calling him face-mask man. “You look so cool, Germinator-chan!!” Hinata beamed at you while scanning your whole look. “We should’ve dressed up as well,” he added with a slight pout.

Ah. Sakusa it was.

Miya ,who was still laughing his heart out, put an arm around Sakusa, “My, my, Omi-kun,” he paused to chuckle, “We’ve found yer dream girl!” Sakusa tried to shrug Miya’s arm off of his shoulder. “Please don’t touch me.”

Bokuto came closer as well and spoke to Sakusa, “Are you still leaving? Germinator-chan can keep you clean.”

“Of course I’m still leaving. I shouldn’t even have come in this germ-infested place” he said and was about to saunter off towards the exit. Before he could even pass you by, you block his path and extend your arms.

“Germ, you say? I got you,” you said while you poised your sanitizers in place, ready to give him some if he extends his hands to you. You find no shame in how flippant you seemed. This is what Halloween parties are all about. You, yourself, are having fun even if you don’t entirely grasp why they’re teasing the guy. He probably has a cold and wants to avoid too many people.

You weren’t expecting it, but Sakusa held out his hands. You thought he was just going to ignore your antics because he seemed annoyed. You heard him mumble something, but because of the music and his face mask, you didn’t hear it.

“Sorry, what?!”

He comes a bit closer, close enough for you to notice how he’s not as serious as he was before. More so, he looked pleased. Since half of his face is covered, all your attention went to his eyes, and at this proximity, you became aware how pretty they actually looked. Or maybe you’re already drunk and he’s just too close.

“Thanks, miss,” he uttered softly.

“BAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! You’re perfect for each other!” Bokuto’s laugh drew your attention away from Sakusa.

“Before you leave, Omi-san. Can we take pictures with you, Germinator-chan?” Hinata asks with his phone already on his hand.

“Ah yes yes, Shoyo-kun. Clever idea.” The Miya guy said with a widespread grin on his face. Once again, they all gathered around Sakusa. You joined them with silly poses as they took several selfies with you. The three of them were obviously having fun while Sakusa’s expression was the same in all the photos. Even with the face mask, you could tell. He’s pissed. As soon as they put the phone down, he was on the move again.

“Wait, Omi-kun!” Miya stopped him once more. Sakusa looked like a vein was gonna pop on his temple. Maybe you just imagined him being pleasant a while ago.

“We’re letting ya leave, don’t worry.” Miya smirked prior to adding, “after ya take pictures with Germinator-chan.” You see Sakusa’s shoulders slump in defeat. But you didn’t feel bad for him at all. In fact, you also wanted to keep on teasing him.

As they snap pictures, you kept on doing superhero poses with your costume. Sakusa’s impassiveness doesn’t bother you one bit. You kept on flailing around him while they took pictures. When they had their fill, they said their goodbyes as Sakusa walked away without even looking back.

“Byeee. Stay germ-free!” You half-shouted as he already gained some distance away from you and the three men. When he reached the exit, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned on your heel and saw Miya offering you a drink. “You, Germinator-chan, are fucking awesome.” The three boys wore big smiles on their faces which you reciprocated. You bowed as acknowledgment to the compliment and took the offered liquor. You gulped a significant amount before excusing yourself “Bye boyysss.” You head back to your coworkers, faltering on every step of the way.

Two days after that Halloween party, life went on. You regret drinking so much that night. You barfed like crazy when you got home and you had a massive hangover the morning after so you had to take the following day off. Since everyone in your office knew why you had to be absent the previous day, they made you do additional work that day.

You’re a Lifestyle writer, but the Sports department needed another person today. They weren’t able to do the interview for some players the week before so you’re needed to do the last set of interviews. You don’t really know anything Sports-related. They just gave you a list of the people you’re going to interview and the questionnaire for them to answer. The most you could do is follow up on their answers. You looked at the names to be interviewed.

Shion Inunaki

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Shoyo Hinata

You don’t know why, but the names were awfully familiar. You shrugged it off. Maybe you just saw some articles about them from the Sports department.

You arrived at the gymnasium and went straight to their manager, stating that you were scheduled there to interview some players for your magazine. You took your seat at the sides and waited. The first interview with Inunaki went smoothly. When you’re done with him, he called the next guy and got back to their practice.

Upon seeing the next interviewee, you stare intently at him for he looked incredibly familiar, you just had to remember where you met him. Black, curly hair that framed his face nicely. Two moles located right above his right eyebrow. Sharp, serious eyes. But something’s off. Something at the back of your head knows that you’ve seen his face, but something’s amiss.

Face mask. He wasn’t wearing his face mask.

Sakusa.

Drunken memories came rushing down to your sober mind. You even heard your frilly voice saying Germinator-chan!!

You looked down and fixed your glasses as an attempt to hide your face. You cleared your throat and deepened your talking voice so that he wouldn’t perceive any resemblance you may have with what you looked like two nights ago.

You started the interview and took down notes more keenly than you should, just so you wouldn’t meet his gaze. From your peripheral, you saw him trying to get a better look at your face.

“Excuse me, have we met somewhere?” he said after answering a question from your list. You smile thriftly and shake your head. “I don’t think so.” He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press on.

‘Kami-sama, I swear to take care of myself and not contaminate my precious body with alcohol. Just let me go through this unnoticed. I’m begging you,’ you prayed silently.

Fortunately, the interview ended with Sakusa not figuring out who you were. When the last interviewee sat down, a pair of bright hazel eyes stared at you with glee.

“GERMINATOR-CHAN!” Hinata yelled while pointing at you happily. It echoed in the whole gymnasium and how awfully lucky you were, everyone was on break. You felt everyone’s eyes on you. Not long after, you’re crowded by not only the four boys you met that fateful night, but everyone else in the team.

“Wow. This is the Germinator-chan?” A player you didn’t know asked.

Apparently, Miya shared the pictures to every single one on the team. Inunaki joined their fun and tapped the back of Sakusa. “Real nice, Sakusa-san!” You heard a familiar voice and found Miya beside Sakusa. “Well, well, Omi-kun. Her alter-ego’s real pretty.” The taunts were focused on Sakusa, but you felt like sinking on your seat that moment.

“Um!!” You got all their attention. “Sorry, but can I finish my interview with Hinata-kun first?” You smiled as professionally and as nice as you could. They all uttered light apologies and dispersed back on the court. You resumed with the interview as fast as you could. You thanked Hinata and their manager and semi-sprinted out of the court when you had the chance. No way you’re gonna get hounded by any MSBY member again.

The exit was just a few steps away and finally, you can rest easy. You let out a breath of relief when you reached outside with no problem.

“Germinator-chan.”

You yelp from the sudden voice behind you. You slowly turn around to confirm if it was who you thought it was. And behold, it really was Sakusa Kiyoomi. You twiddled with your fingers while thinking of what you should say. You didn’t want to apologize for your behavior the other night. You liked having fun and going crazy. You saw nothing wrong with that. You didn’t do anything inappropriate. It’s just that you didn’t think you’d see any of those men right when you’re working.

He walked towards you until you were face to face. Without his face mask, you end up staring at his whole profile that was partially hidden that night. He must’ve been really sick to want to cover such an attractive face.

“What brand of sanitizer did you use?” You blink twice from the confusion. “What?” you ask dumbfoundedly. “That night. The sanitizer you gave me felt nice. Did it have 70% isopropyl alcohol?” You couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you cause his face is dead serious. That’s when you figured it out.. The face mask, the early escape from the crowd, attention to disinfectant — he was a clean freak.

“Umm. I-Uh.. I’m not really sure. I didn’t really check,” you said, then laughed nervously.

“Do you want some recommendations?”

“Huh?” You felt like an idiot for not fully grasping what he was talking about. If you weren’t staring so hard, you wouldn’t have noticed it, but something broke his stoic expression when his eyes averted your gaze for a second. He looked a bit unsure.

“I can help you choose a good sanitizer...and stuff.”

The smile that broke in your face was wide and it hurt your cheeks. You’ve been asked out several times, but that. That was unlike any other you’ve ever heard. It was so weird. It was the kind of weird that appeared so charming to you.

You just had to go out with him.

A year after that, you find yourself in his apartment to celebrate Halloween. Originally, you wanted to go to that Halloween party again, but no matter how much you pouted, begged, and pestered him, the answer was a big, fat no.

This is your most-awaited holiday of the year. There’s no way you’re missing out on Halloween activities with him. So days prior to this, you brainstormed on what activities you could do with him.

Haunted House? Dirty. Abandoned buildings? Dirtier. Street Parties? Crowded. Ouija Board? You’re scared something will actually happen. Zombie run? Dirty and crowded.

You almost gave up until you remembered your vast collection of untouched horror movies, documentaries, and series that you didn’t have the time to watch because of work. You instantly texted Sakusa if that was okay with him.

Okay

You’ve never been so glad to read a four-lettered text after receiving a constant n-o, no to all your suggestions. Finally. FINALLY, you came up with something you two could do.

Halloween weekend came and you both decided on Sakusa’s apartment to do the movie marathon. You keep shifting in your seat from excitement. Tonight, you get the opportunity to watch some of your hoarded horror pieces, and much better, you’re watching it with Sakusa.

“Is there anything you’d like to watch in particular?” you ask him with your eyes still glued on the screen, browsing your bought movies. He moves closer to you and slouches so he can better see his options.

If Sakusa will be honest, he’s not really a fan of horror. He doesn’t see the point of scaring oneself from something that is make-believe. So he’s not that enthusiastic about it.

But you were.

If watching freakish movies makes you happy, then okay. Out of all your ideas this year, this is the only one he can tolerate. He knows how dedicated you are in celebrating this event. Last year was already a solid proof of that.

“Don’t you get scared by watching that stuff?” He’s looking at you but your focus is on the screen as you scroll down. “I do. But that’s the point!” You squeal from excitement. He still can’t wrap his head around the whole concept, but he’s willing to indulge you.

“Do you get scared by these?” you peel your eyes away from the TV and shift your attention to him.

He shrugs indifferently. “Not really,” was his answer even though he still hasn’t watched a full length horror film. He just couldn’t imagine how a fictional work could potentially frighten him.

“Okay. Let’s go with something light since the night is still young,” you said, then clicked on some movie that he didn’t catch the title of. You huddled closer to him. You tuck your knees in and hug your legs as the movie starts.

You’re so elated that you don’t notice the tug in the corner of his mouth as he studies your face. He asked you out on a whim because that day, he didn’t really have the time to think twice. He wasn’t sure if he’d see you again. If he’d been honest, he thought you were all over the place when he first saw you. He didn’t usually find that appealing, but he couldn’t deny that you looked so cute as Germinator-chan, especially with your eyes twinkling in glee as you offered him that sanitizer.

Even though asking you out wasn’t a well-thought of idea, he made the right decision. He didn’t need to match up to your outgoing personality. You never made him feel that he wasn’t enough or that he needed to be more than himself. He never felt pressured to make you happy because you already are with whatever he gives. You’re you and he’s him, yet your relationship is more than satisfactory for both of you.

You might have noticed him gaping at you since you suddenly turned to him and raised your eyebrow. “What’re you staring for?” Your lips formed the cute smile he’s always adored.

“Nothing,” he replied more quickly than he should. He takes in your smile for one good second before shifting his gaze to the screen. The movie starts with people going to the woods for their idea of fun.

‘Ew’ he thought to himself.

As the film progresses, it gets even worse. There are body parts getting dismembered. It’s so bad when someone’s arm was severed, blood splattered all over the place. He unconsciously grips your thigh to ground himself. You don’t notice this since you shrieked happily at the scene. You were even clapping your hands.

“Yeeess! Cut those arms, dude.”

He couldn’t believe you found this fun. He couldn’t bear to look at the mutilated body parts, even if it was just on screen. He just looked away until he thought it was safe for his eyes again. That’s what he’ll do every time there’s a bloody clip.

After a while, you finally sense that his hand was clutching your thigh because of the gradual increase of force he unknowingly put behind it.

“Kiyoomi?” You look at your boyfriend whose face is now drained of color. “Oh no. What’s wrong?!” Your full attention is now on him despite the film still rolling.

Your face is a pile of concern. A while ago, he was painfully uncomfortable in your choice of movie, but seeing your once cheery facade get all worried cause he couldn’t take the blood made him feel bad. You already adjusted your Halloween plans for him. He can at least try harder to get through this movie.

He gently shakes his head. “I’m okay. Don’t mind me. Let’s keep watching.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do it if you’re not okay with it.” It was very like you to look out for him and adjust to him, even at your own expense. You’re easygoing, loud, fun, and everything he’s not - that included messy and clumsy. Despite that, you accepted his needs and boundaries without any qualms.

He removes his grip from your thigh and wraps his arm around you.

“I’m really fine, sweetheart.”

Your face lights up at his endearment, completely melting away the worry you had a while ago.

Now, he just needs to pin it on his mind that the thing isn’t real and he can survive the night.

However, it proved to be more difficult than he imagined when the scenes keep getting messier, bloodier, and dirtier. He keeps on focusing on your entertained face to distract himself from the screams and the sound of blood splashing and gushing.

From the short moments that he was able to glance at the screen, he can tell that the movie is reaching its climax already. He decided that he’s going to keep his eyes on the screen starting from now, just to fulfill your wish of him actually watching with you.

A few minutes into it and he was starting to feel sick. He gets nauseous when someone's head is crushed by a rock. Unable to continue, he pulls you closer and leans his forehead on your shoulder with his eyes closed.

You immediately notice him wavering and quickly turn off the television. You cup his cheeks and brush away the curls blocking his face. He opens his eyes and looks at you weakly.

“Sorry, we were almost done… but the blood was too much,” he confessed defeatedly.

“No, no, no. I should’ve realized that it would make you uneasy.” You felt guilty for not figuring it out sooner. You’ve been with him for a year now. You should’ve put two and two together.

“Let’s do something else. What do you wanna do?”

“We can watch another scary film. Just less blood.” He suggested a compromise. He won’t let you do all the adjusting this time. He’s getting fed up with himself being coddled by you all the time.

“Swear to me that you’ll let me know if it gets too much.” Your tone was serious.

“I swear Germinator-chan,” he says monotonously but you catch the humor behind it. This is Sakusa afterall. Because you’re used to his non-expressive self, you’ve gotten used to the intricate details of how he conveys his emotion.

You couldn’t help but smile while rolling your eyes back to the screen. You choose a more recent movie that’s a sequel to a very famous horror franchise you’ve been following. It was perfect because it was just plain creepy and scary without the gore.

You make yourselves comfortable again. Around twenty minutes into the film, there's no one who’s body parts are missing from their bodies. You’ve been keeping an eye on him. Thankfully, it seems like he’s calmed down now that he’s leaning on the couch with the color back on his face. He looks focused on the movie that was playing. With that, you are able to relax and do the same.

The calm was short-lived though. This movie is quite distinct from the last one. The previous film was chaotic and fun (for you). Now, the room is drowning in ominous music as you wait for the next jumpscare to happen. But it doesn’t. It leaves you at the edge of your seat when you tortuously wait for it to come. The eerie background music stops without any sign of the demonic ghost showing up. You finally let out the breath you were holding in your chest.

That is until you see something in the corner of the screen. It was hazy and it looks like it’s just part of the background. You fixate your eyes on the imagery while you feel a familiar dread rising in your throat. You want to make sure that it was nothing. You squeeze Sakusa’s knee while leaning a bit towards the screen to get a better look.

When you find that you’re close enough, the screen completely turns black, but only for a millisecond. It pops back up to reveal the same background you were looking at earlier. Only now, the thing you were closely looking at was not there anymore. You don’t know what to expect as there’s only silence.

In a blink of an eye, the object of your focus was revealed. A woman’s face occupied the whole screen. She had blood-shot eyes wide as saucers accompanied by an inhuman grin that spread too wide, making her face look unholy.

“SHIIIIITTTTTTTT!!!”

Your reflexes kick in. You use the hand you have on Sakusa’s knee to propel yourself and launch yourself to him. Both your hands find their way on his chest, clutching tight the fabric over it. You bury half your face on his chest and close your eyes.

“Is she gone?” Before he even answers, you open one eye cautiously and peek at the screen to see if it was safe to look again. You see that the scene is cut to a crowd with mundane music. You exhale heavily. You loosen your grip on his shirt and look up to him with a sheepish smile.

“I thought you’re used to this.” He remarks inquisitively while looking confused as to why you were so frightened when you were the one who suggested the horror marathon.

“Do you watch this stuff when you’re alone?” He asked further.

“Of course not. I live alone. I might not get any sleep if I watch some by myself.” You giggle. “And it’s more fun to watch with others.” You let go of your grip on him and go back to how you were previously sitting.

The movie went on with several more screams from you. You begin to feel Sakusa tensing up. You notice how intense he’s leaning on the couch. It’s like he doesn’t want any space behind him from the way he pushed his back to the cushioned backrest and seized the armrest with his right limb. His other hand was holding yours rigidly. Like him, you also start to be agitated as the appearances of haunted apparitions become clearer and more frequent.

It came to point that you were kneeling on the couch and had your arms around him. You have no control on how tight you were holding on to him. You’re pretty sure you were squishing his cheeks sometimes, but you don’t hear anything from him. He seems to be immersed in the story as well because you can feel him flinch and jerk at jumpscares. At the turning point of the movie, it was basically a screamfest held by you.

Seems like you blew his ear off since he tugged you to sit back down. Still, he doesn’t say anything and encloses an arm around you instead. You respond accordingly and use his embrace as your cover.

When the movie ends, you breathe a sigh of relief, which is followed by a laugh and an applause.

“That was so good!” Your eyes are beaming brightly from satisfaction. “Right?” You turn to him to see his reaction.

He has a faint smile on his face, then nods twice. “I didn’t expect you’d be that jumpy,” he said. You scratch your head while laughing embarrassedly. When you settled down, you just found yourselves staring at each other. The thick restlessness from the scary film was gone, replaced by something intimately familiar to both of you.

He makes the first move. He gently cups your cheek and lets it linger momentarily while his eyes shimmer with tenderness as they remain on yours. Some people, namely your coworkers, found it weird that someone like you is dating Sakusa. According to them, you’re a firecracker while he was a defective explosive that only lights up when playing volleyball.

But they’re wrong.

They just don’t know that this Sakusa in front of you exists. He has his own ways of letting you know how much he cares. They were quiet gestures that spoke loudly and exclusively for you. And yes, you are a chaotic bundle of energy, so there were many days that even you, yourself overwhelm yourself. But he gives you peace that nothing or no one else has provided you.

So when he leans closer to capture your lips, you immediately melt to him.

What started out as an affectionate kiss begins to heat up when he grabs your waist and pulls you closer. Then, he grazes his tongue on your lower lip before biting it gently. To hell with your coworkers. He’s nowhere near a defective explosive when he makes you burn up like this.

You want to feel him more, so you take the lead and straddle him. You grind your hips against his crotch and cover his mouth with yours. You’re getting eager to touch his bare skin so you pull up his shirt which reveals his toned chest and abs that made you drool. Best perk of dating a pro athlete. You look down a bit to relish the sight of him topless.

“Um. Can you tie your hair?”

“I washed my hair right before we watched. It’s clean.” You don’t look back at him and continue trailing your palm down on his abs.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” You still keep your eyes on his torso while biting your lips.

“You’re like the demon lady with your hair down like that when you look down.”

You snap your head back up and find him clearly avoiding looking at you. You try to imagine what he’s thinking - the demon lady on his lap and is about to do the nasty with him. You throw your head back and roar from laughter.

“You have quite the imagination, you know that?” you tell him with your eyes still twinkling from amusement.

“You looked like her for a minute,” he insisted. You click your tongue while shaking your head. “Too bad, Omi. I don’t have my hairtie with me.” You get off from his lap and sit beside him. “Let’s watch a documentary instead?” He only replies with a nod.

“Sorry.I tried, but I can’t unsee it.”

“It’s fine.” You giggle and kiss him on the cheek. “I don’t want you having nightmares of me as the demon lady.”

You grab the remote and put on a ghost-sighting documentary while he puts on his shirt back. It fell flat compared to the other two that previously went on, but you did not change it. You gave it a chance. Maybe there’s something interesting about it.

….

Sakusa woke up with the TV already displaying its screen saver. Before he passed out, he recalls you were starting to get drowsy with your eyes hazy while leaning on his shoulder. He doesn’t remember when, but he must’ve fallen asleep.

Not realizing that there was no weight resting on him, he looked beside him.

You weren’t there.

That was odd. If you moved to the bedroom, you would have woken him up. He blinks a few times to clear his vision before scanning the corners of this room from his seat. His only source of light was the one emanating from the screen, but that should be enough to get even just an outline of your figure.

But there was no sign of you, just the darkness engulfing the inanimate objects in the room.

“Y/n?” He called out, but there was no response.

He grabs the remote and turns off the TV. On the slight chance that you are already in his bed, he walks to his bedroom.

The cool metal of the doorknob wakes his senses. He’s suddenly more wary of everything around him. Because he wanted to reduce the accumulation of dust in his place, he did not place any unnecessary object that can cause dirt. That made his place look spacious and wide. It was only now that he became aware of the vast empty spaces on his back.

Yet despite the seeming emptiness, it feels like something is occupying the place, lurking in the vacant arrays of his home.

A sudden breeze grazes his nape.

‘It’s nothing. It’s usually cold this time of the year.’ He told himself even though he could feel the chill creeping up on his spine.

He hurriedly turns the doorknob and opens the door, only to reveal an empty bed and an empty room. You aren’t there. He’s about to shut the door when the curtains suddenly fly softly at its hems. Yeah. It’s definitely windier than usual.

He closes the door and moves towards the bathroom. The lights are off in it, but you sometimes don’t turn it on when you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. You don’t like sudden bright lights. Although when you do that, you usually leave the door open.

The bathroom door is shut. His hand was ready to knock when he saw a shadow from his peripheral. He wanted to ignore it, but his trained eye caught the figure. He harshly spun to see what it was.

Nothing.

It was nothing. The deafening silence augmented the dread that was starting to consume his being. He can feel the tips of his fingers get colder, his skin prickling from goosebumps, his throat getting dryer.

“You’re just imagining things,” he uttered to himself to quell his nervousness. He enjoyed the movie earlier, but he didn’t think it would get in his head.

He turns back around to the door and knocks three times. No answer. He knocks again, louder this time. Where the hell are you? It wasn’t like you to leave without saying anything.

He heads for the kitchen to get some water, hoping that it can erase the uneasiness on his mind and body. Then he’ll call your phone as a last resort.

When he makes his turn at the corner of the living room leading to the kitchen, his breath gets suspended in the air at the sight.

A woman who’s looking down stood in front of him. He’s never seen something so sinister. Her black pupils occupy the whole of her eyes. Her hair is down and framed her face in a perfect V shape.

“FUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” His thick scream broke the stillness of his apartment while stumbling a few steps back. It was followed by the woman’s screechy wail as she looked up to him.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Her hair falls a few inches away from her cheeks, giving him a clearer view of her face. It was not a haunted apparition.

It was you!

Now that he looks closely, your eyes were actually normal. It’s just that it was so dark and your eyelids were half closed so it seemed like your eyes were a complete block of black.

When the two of you stopped exchanging screams, it was you who recovered first. He was still frozen in place with terrified eyes. “Oh Kiyoomi.” You put your arms around him and dipped your head on the crook of his neck. Your relieved heaving quickly bubbled into tittering as you realized how stupid you two must’ve seemed.

You put a gentle hand on his face and looked at him. He’s still a bit shaken, but he meets your gaze. “I called for you. Why didn’t you answer?”

“I got a voice call from one of my editors so I was listening intently.”

“Why here?”

“I was getting water when I opened the message.”

“Were you in the living room just now?”

You frown at him. “No…. well actually, maybe? I was spaced out while walking when I realized I didn’t really get the water I came for. So I immediately went back to the kitchen.”

The breath he exhales is deep, but you feel his shoulders loosen up from it. “You didn’t even see that TV was already off and I wasn’t there anymore?” His tone was a bit irritated.

“I was preoccupied with what my editor said.” You pout.

His demeanor softens up. He takes your hand off from his cheek and holds it tenderly. “Let’s just get to bed already.”

When you two lie down, you’re surprised that he’s spooning you. He never does. He doesn’t like your hair touching his face, even though you tell him that you’ve thoroughly cleaned it. Usually, you are the big spoon, which was weird because he’s way too huge for you, or you position yourself a bit lower so that your cheeks are on his chest and you aren’t obstructing his face.

“Next year, let’s go to that Halloween party instead. I’ll dress up in a PPE so no one touches me.“ He says in your ear while his arm snakes around your waist.

“Hmm. I dunno. I quite like this to be honest.” You hold the arm he has around you and snuggled closer. Yep. You’d rather have this.

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IDOL TIMES (1 part), a Classical Fantasy

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IDOL TIMES

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

1988 words

written 2003

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“The thieves of Istar are a bunch of lowlife cowards,” declared Rumol, as he snagged a beer from a passing server’s tray. The server noticed the theft, so he tossed a copper fluket onto the tray.

“That’s the kind of talk that gets folk from Kelin beat to a pulp in Istar,” replied Durson mildly from the next bench. “We’re as brave as any thieves that you will find.” He reached over and took a swig from Rumol’s beer. “Now, suppose that you clear up that claim that you made.”

“Simplicity itself,” retorted Rumol, retrieving his beer. “Look about you. You see thieves on hard times. The whole country is in a depression. Nothing to steal that’s worth the theft, you say. Nonsense! The temple of the Chained One stands ripe for the plucking! It’s a whole orchard of treasures and you are starving! I rest my case.”

“You tell us nothing new. Where does the cowardice come from?”

“Why,” said Rumol indignantly, “if you know about a prize like that, and you don’t take it, what other reason can there be?”

“You might try prudence. We are not as stupid as you think us. The Chained One’s temple is guarded day and night by vigilant priests with pike and spear. The treasures cannot be had - bribery has been tried and failed.”

“Perhaps you have not noticed that the temple is only locked, not guarded, on the night of the full moon. The priests retreat to tightly locked quarters. There is a large round hole in the nave roof. It is the perfect time to make a small expedition, using simple skills, for great reward.”

“You are out of what passes for your mind! The Chained One is unchained on that night! Other thieves have tried what you suggest. None has returned. The Chained One is always in a different position after the full moon.”

“It will be safe,” scornfully stated Rumol. “See this?” He held up a chip of stone, smooth on one side. “It came from the Chained One̓s reverend rear, this afternoon. Common stone, very well worked, it is true, but stone nonetheless. If folk disappeared, they must have left a priest hidden inside the temple. We need only take a crossbow and pick him off through the hole in the roof.”

“None of us will help you,” replied Durson. “You still haven’t explained how the Chained One moves.”

“Preserve me from fools!” exclaimed Rumol. “The figure is probably jointed. The priests sneak back through a tunnel and rearrange it.”

“And the live pony that they leave for a sacrifice?”

“You just heard me say that they have a tunnel. They lead it out and sell it, or save it to use again.”

“Well, you have a glib answer for everything. We have lived here all of our lives. We will not risk it.”

“Then you confirm my first statement - you are cowards. I will see to the treasures myself. Don’t expect any share from me,” declared Rumol. “The local guild can do without my dues if I can’t get help.”

Rumol stood, a bit unsteadily, and strode out of the tavern. A few blocks down the street, on the way to his lodgings, he ran into some “friends”. Guild enforcers. One took his arms from behind, while the other faced him. “Heard some talk about a little rat not payin’ his dues,” he said through his Guild mask. “This may help you to reconsider.” He hauled back his arm for a mighty blow to the stomach.

Rumol erupted. He let the man who was holding his arms support him while he lashed out with both feet. As he connected, he straightened his back and smashed backwards with his head. Both men went down, taking Rumol with them. The fall broke the grip of the man holding him; he got up quickly and, leaving them on the ground, ran to his room.

He paused only long enough to gather his few possessions and go out again, without, of course, paying the landlord. “I’ll avoid the guild’s enforcers by camping in the jungle outside the city for the next few days, until the full moon,” decided Rumol.

Two days of shooing serpents out of his sleeping roll and swatting bugs made him wonder if any job was worth this.

The night of the full moon found Rumol, dressed in black, alongside the Chained One’s temple. Sunset and moonrise were nearly the same time and sun was just gone. He had to hurry. He had attended the ceremonial Unchaining only two hours ago. What he had seen had confirmed most of his plans.

Checking his equipment, he made sure that he had his small crossbow, a grapnel, rope, jimmy and a variety of bags for packing loot quietly away. Swinging the grapnel, Rumol heaved it at the top of the wall.

If there were any gods (Rumol had his doubts) they were with him. The hook caught on the coping at the first cast. He was up the rope like a serpent up a vine. Pulling the rope up after him made him reasonably safe from the city watch. The moon began to rise in a nimbus of orange glow at the horizon as he crept in a leisurely way across the roof to the large round hole. Spaced about it were plinths, each supporting a representation of a major moon phase.

Testing these for security, Rumol looped his rope about one. He tied it by wrapping the rope twice about the shank of the grapnel and letting the rope fall between the hooks. Simple, secure, and to be unfastened in an instant, if need be.

With owl’s eyes Rumol searched the temple for hidden priests. Seeing none, he let down the rope, with the bags tied to it as a decoy. Still nothing. Taking no chances, he cocked his crossbow and carried it in the crook of his left arm, as he lowered himself to the floor. The pony whikkered hopefully.

Rumol strode over to where the pony was tied, for his one minor last-minute change in plan. He stroked the pony’s nose and gave it a carrot. That attended to, he set about his work.

All of the altar-ware had been put away in stout cabinets. A few minutes’ work with his jimmy laid the cabinets open to his gaze. There, before his eyes, was the wealth that those fools were afraid to come for. So far, the job had been absurdly simple. Carefully packing each gold or silver vessel into its own smaller sack, he then put them all into a large bag. He left the candlesticks. They were brass.

His next target was the vestry where the jeweled robes, miters, censors, and other priestly gear were kept. The several services that he had attended told him which door to attack. It had only a small spring lock which broke at once under his educated assault. The cabinets where the priestly goods were kept fared no better. Soon, all were looted and their contents resided in Rumol’s bags.

As he emerged into the nave, he saw that the moonlight was partway up the idol. Its two lower eyes glittered green. Emeralds of that size would never happen, but they might be peridots or beryl. Any faceted stones that large would be worth a king’s ransom.

Never one to leave a job half done, Rumol began to climb the idol. Placing feet on huge haunch, thence to paunch, forearm and then to shoulder, he finally straddled the mighty muzzle. The Moonlight clearly showed the two lower eyes to be set in a cement that matched the stone perfectly. It was modeled to resemble eyelids. In a few moments the moonlight would reach the third eye, too. Rumol set to work on the lower right eye.

Just then, the moonlight came to the third eye, and the muzzle tilted as the great head shifted. The eyes blinked. A deep soft voice rumbled, “Please get that thing out of my eye.”

Hanging on for his life, Rumol squeeked in fright, “Let me down! I didn’t know that you were alive! I’ll just get my things and leave you in peace.”

“You do that,” the deep voice said. Great paws set him gently on the floor.

Quickly, he gathered his loot and began to climb the rope. The huge paws seized him gently but irresistibly, and separated him from the rope. “You said that you would take your things and go. Those things are mine.”

Rumol almost squeaked in fright, “Don’t eat me! Please!”

“Eat you?” the idol answered in surprise, “I would never do that! Where ever did you get that idea?”

“Everybody says that you eat a pony - and any thieves - every moon.” Rumol shook his head, “I didn’t believe them.”

“Well, the pony is my dinner, that’s true,” the idol held him closer to its eyes which were now thoroughly lively, “but I don’t often get a guest to talk to. The priests never stay anymore. They know that their spells keep me from escaping this room as long as my body is stone, which is not likely to change anytime soon.” The idol paused in thought and a devious expression came and went from its massive visage.

“You went to a great deal of trouble and danger to get these things, didn’t you?”

Enfolded in the mighty paws of the idol, Rumol contented himself with a nod of agreement.

The Idol set him down in front of the altar. It carefully emptied out all of Rumol’s booty. “I see that you have even taken the lunar divination die of silver and ivory. If you will stay and talk, I will give you a chance to win some or all of the of these things. Let us play for what you have taken. Each of us will roll in turn. The one whose phase is closest to full wins. Waxing phase is higher than waning. The blank new moon always loses. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

The game progressed swiftly. Sometimes the advantage was with Rumol, sometimes with the idol. Eventually, chance alloted all the loot to the idol. Rumol stood dejected.

He brightened when the idol proposed, “One more pass? All or nothing?”

“Certainly. You’re the best winner that I have ever known. Anyone can be a good loser. Graceful winning is the test.” Taking the die, Rumol threw a waxing gibbous moon. The idol promptly made its throw. A full moon came up. The idol took Rumol gently and said, “You lose. As you have nothing else to give, look into my third eye.” Rumol did as he was bidden; he really had no choice.

Rumol felt a great disorientation and confusion; there was the impression of something dark going up, near him. His right eye hurt. He felt hungry and felt a stiffening all over. There was an intense urge to get up on the altar. As the moonlight faded, he got stiffer and the urge to get onto the altar got stronger, until he could not resist it any longer. Gazing longingly at the pony, he got up on the altar. With the last of the moonlight, consciousness waned on the thought that he was going to be very hungry by the next full moon.

The next morning the priests were surprised at what they found. A young acolyte exclaimed, “This is terrible! The Chained One has refused the pony! Look, there he stands. I pray you, lord priest, what does it mean?”

“Use your eyes, young man,” the priest replied sonorously. “See you not the bags, the jimmy, the broken cabinets? Another fool has tried to rob us.

“Now, while we priests replace the chains, you acolytes clean up the mess. Be sure that things are put away properly and then run get a carpenter to fix these cabinets.”

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Welcome To The First Order

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! My discord server did an exchange, here is what I came up with. This is in the Star Wars universe, not DMC. Warnings for smut, questionable consent, restraints, and light dom/sub themes. Kylo Ren/OC but can also be Reader.

Word count - 5,401

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

On a remote planet in the outer rim, a massive volcano spewed ash miles overhead, gradually dispersing to coat the landscape in a fine gray powder. The acrid tang of sulphur permeated the air and rough, black rock clearly marked more recent activity.

To the volcano’s east, a lush forest grew from the nutrient-rich soil, filled with migrant species looking for a home. The greenery extended as far as the eye could see, proving that even the most destructive forces could build a paradise.

But Kylo Ren wasn’t here to sightsee. In fact, he abhorred the scene entirely. Volcanic planets were among his most hated. They always stank, and under his heavy black cloak there was no escaping the ambient heat.

With a final, regretful glance back at his treasured command shuttle and its lovely air-conditioned cabin, the black-clad warrior sighed and turned to his task. Why couldn’t the damned Force disturbance have been on a polar planet?

Whatever. He’d find the source quickly and leave; the cause wouldn’t stay hidden long now that he was physically here. Maybe a quick stop at a balmier planet on the way back.

The newly instated Supreme Leader closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, focusing his energy on the undercurrent pulsing through the universe. He pictured it like a spiderweb, thin filaments connecting every atom in existence. A twitch here and there in the web was normal. Birth, death, conflict and unity all sent waves radiating through the network.

Yet a dark knot swirled in this sector, a shadowy stain he recognized like an echo of his own heart. It called to him through the galactic void, drawing him in like prey.

But Kylo Ren was no one’s prey.

His eyes shot open as he pinpointed the origin. It wasn’t far, maybe three kilometers east or so. A short walk, then he’d clean up whatever mess was causing the itch in his mind and leave this hellscape behind.

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The disturbance first appeared three weeks ago, a tiny speck in the fabric of reality that barely drew his attention. He ignored it, more focused on his new duties as the Supreme Leader, and on removing any officers who refused to accept the news. It was an annoyance, nothing more.

Yet as the days passed it grew stronger, until he found his attention wavering to prod at it during mundane meetings. The business of running the First Order was as much work as he’d expected, but he hadn’t expected it to be so tedious.

Indeed, some tasks he found so boring he missed his old position.

Eventually, his boredom became too powerful to ignore and he found himself launching his command shuttle, slipping away from his duties to investigate the strange disturbance in person. None would dare complain, now that he was Supreme Leader. If they did, they wouldn’t live to regret it.

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Less than a kilometer remained between him and his target. He closed his eyes to focus once more, homing in even further on the strange signature. With it so near, he had to be careful not to draw its attention or reveal his presence. The mental masks he wore only did so much, after all. Speaking of masks, he should probably don his helmet. Undoubtedly the damn thing would be stiflingly hot. Damn volcanic planets.

Luckily, there was plenty of wildlife to hide his Force signature. Snoke taught him well, better than the fool Jedi ever did. Not that it saved him, in the end. He should’ve known better than to stand in the way of progress.

There. A human, young and fierce. Female, with an ocean of Force energy running through her.

She’s been touched by the Force… This had better not turn out like Jakku.

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The girl bit her lip as she caught a glimpse of the dark energy approaching. True, Ren hid himself well, but she was prepared for that. Any creature within a kilometer of her camp had a Force trip-wire to alert her to any gifted intruders. A wise choice, judging by the power in the signature she detected. She knew her task wouldn’t be easy, but could she really hope to best one with such strength?

There is no emotion. There is peace.

The words of the Jedi soothed her mind, a bit. It helped keep her calm and focused, holding back the fear she’d so long denied. Emotions wouldn’t help her; they never did.

No, they tended to do the opposite. Frequently.

This isn’t helping. Gotta do something, gotta move.

Thick fabric rustled as she circled her chosen ambush site, one of many decisions she struggled not to second guess. The small area offered little in the way of natural protection, though the trees circling the clearing gave her some much-needed shade to sit in and meditate. A small tent sat under one such tree, a campfire and firewood just outside. She hadn’t brought much, but a few bags of supplies were neatly arranged on a large boulder. Her miniscule ship waited for her return on the other side of the ridge. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be left empty tomorrow.

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The closer he came, the more she felt him. The energy he radiated turned her stomach; a seething, roiling mass of anger and pain, guilt and despair. Sparks of light tried to break through the darkness, but they were like stars in a night sky. Drowned by the endless void surrounding them.

I wonder what my energy feels like?

Maybe she’d ask him, right before the killing blow.

At last, he came within meters of her small camp. Shadows cast by the trees and greenery helped him blend in, but a flash of motion and his dark energy marked his location like a distress beacon. Few animals remained, the air still as if the Force itself held its breath.

Her fingers itched to draw her saber and attack, but she knew better. A Jedi never strikes first. Defend, but do not attack. Even if you know your foe.

She knew of Kylo Ren. The son of legends, fallen from grace to rise in the shadow of the First Order. Once, he’d inspired hope. Now he inspired terror. Her master knew him many years ago, before his fall. One of three survivors of Ren’s desecration of the Jedi temple, Voe was the one who found her in the lower levels of Coruscant, stealing to survive and performing simple mind-tricks if she were caught. She still didn’t fully agree with her teachings, but her belly didn’t ache with hunger and she no longer slept in a gutter. It was enough, and maybe another few years would help her believe. Today her faith in the Force was a lake of still waters, but one day it would harden into a tower of crystal, never to be shaken or disrupted by the capricious winds of doubt.

At least, that’s what Master Voe told her.

The Force screamed and brought her back to the moment as a terrible red light buzzed to life. It was almost time.

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The clueless girl still hadn’t noticed him. She was young; her worn-out Padawan robes gave that away. Hazel eyes and a mess of shoulder-length brown hair framed a face dominated by her overly-large nose, a jagged scar running from her left cheekbone to her scalp. An ordinary looking girl, all in all.

He hid mere inches away, shrouded by a small bird’s life force. From this distance, it would be a simple task to execute her and be done with it.

But a corpse couldn’t tell him what she was doing here, or if she was causing the disturbance, not to mention how long it’d been since he got to fight. Perhaps a good duel would help relieve some of his boredom.

So, instead of executing her on the spot, he drew his saber and activated the blade, stepping out from the shadows with a casual stride.

“Hello, little Jedi,” he said.

Her eyes went wide, darting to his glowing blade and back to his masked face. Yet her Force-energy didn’t ring with alarm, much to his shock. She’d been expecting him.

“Kylo Ren… You’re not as tall as I expected,” she replied.

Not as tall?! He was six foot three, how tall did she expect him to be?

“That one I haven’t heard before. Tell me your name.”

Her arms crossed, a defiant glare entering her eyes. “No.”

He chucked, spinning his blade in a leisurely circle as he stepped closer. “An odd name, No. Your parents must have been interesting.”

Her energy twitched, a spike of irritation flowing through the Force. Excellent, she clearly didn’t have full control of her emotions. He could use that.

“That’s not what I meant…”

“Well, I have to call you something.”

Another spike, this was too easy. Hopefully she was more skilled with her saber, or this would be over far too quickly.

“The dead have no need for names,” she replied. So, she meant to kill him.

Fool.

“You lack the skill to defeat me, No.”

She smirked and drew her saber, gripping the hilt in a textbook defense hold. Third form, if he wasn’t mistaken.

“Let’s find out, or are you too much of a coward? Maybe they should call you Kylo Ran.”

Enough talk, then.

The rage that boiled in his heart, tucked away under the surface until it was needed, rose like the tide. Kylo released his hold on it and allowed it to flood his senses, empowering him with the Dark Side. It always sent a thrill up his spine to feel the heat and unending fury it held, and today was no different.

Black robes fluttered as he lunged forward to strike at the girl. Her saber barely rose in time to block his furious blow, the green blade buzzing to life inches from her body to hold his at bay.

“Tell me why you’re here and I’ll let you keep breathing,” he growled. As if to mock him, the girl took a massive breath and pushed, breaking their stalemate as she jumped back.

He didn’t give her the time to recover. A series of Force-empowered blows rained down upon her, his saber an unstoppable conduit for his wrath.

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Golden sparks flew from where red met green. The girl gritted her teeth and summoned a tether of Force energy to coil around her adversary’s ankle, but he nimbly stepped away. Damn, she’d have to do better than that.

“Pathetic, you’ll have to do better than that,” growled his distorted voice, as if he were in her mind.

There is no emotion.

Hazel eyes flashed as she ducked under his glowing red blade, dodging a death blow by mere centimeters and dashing back out of his range. Strands of her hair sizzled as he cut the air. She needed to be faster; he was right, she didn’t have the skill to beat him. Not in a straight fight, at least. Time to play dirty.

There is only peace.

A wave of rock-hard energy rocketed from his leather covered palm, charged with power and ill intent. She hastily matched it with one of her own, the Force clashing in a battle of will. As the invisible blasts struggled for dominance, she swiped her saber at Kylo’s arm, smirking when a thin line of pale skin revealed itself under his robes. A minuscule drop of blood leaked out a beat later.

“Who’s pathetic now?”

A low growl rumbled through his helmet and she capitalized on his rage, slashing at his head with a mighty Force-empowered strike. The glowing green blade hummed and sliced through the metal of his helmet, but he pirouetted away before she could reach his flesh. She leaped skyward for another hit, but he was too fast. A pulse of energy knocked her out of the air to land ungracefully on the grassy ground.

“You have some skill, girl, I’ll admit that,” Ren murmured.

The young Jedi scrambled to her feet as the dark visage she battled tugged the now distorted metal away from his face, revealing the features of her target. Black hair, handsome features. Eyes that burned with unrestrained power.

Voe told her what he looked like before, so she’d been prepared.

Yet to see such a young face beneath the mask that inspired terror across the galaxy still threw her off. He couldn’t be much older than she was, and already he ran the most powerful political group in existence.

“Imagine how powerful you’d be if you left behind the foolishness of the Jedi.”

Voe warned her of this, too. That he might tempt her or try to darken her light. No lie was too much when one studied the dark.

“The foolishness of the Jedi? Bold words for one with the blood of Skywalker in his veins,” she sneered back.

His face twisted, the intensity of his fury electrifying the air. It was so powerful, it set the hair on her arms on end, and she suddenly understood why this man was so widely feared. Was she about to die? Maybe mentioning his family was unwise…

The Force shifted, a current of energy building in her foe’s core. Only one thing required that much energy that she knew of.

Force lightning.

An icy chill crawled up her spine. Voe covered the technique only in passing, deeming it too early in her training to explore such a finicky ability. Mistakes could cost a young padawan her life. Wiser to train her in simpler things first, no matter how much she begged.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins, her eyes focused entirely on Ren’s hands even as fear threatened to still her heart. Sparks danced between his gloved fingers, a gathering storm meant to annihilate her.

There is no death, there is the Force.

The words held little comfort. Becoming one with the Force was not her goal today.

Focus!

She released a deep breath and planted her feet, her toes curling into the soil through the thin soles of her shoes. A firm stance was key. Her body and mind needed to be in perfect unison if she were going to survive.

A howl of fury rattled through the Supreme Leader’s lips as the first arc of lightning crackled toward her. The young Jedi raised her saber to catch it and screamed back, finding strength in voicing her defiance.

Her shoulders trembled with the strain of containing such a huge amount of energy in her saber. She couldn’t hold it back much longer, soon it would overload the kyber crystal and find its way to her body. If only Ren would pause, then she could discharge it safely!

But he knew it just as well as she did, and made his move. With one hand still channeling Force-energy into a sizzling arc of lightning, he surged forward to knock her saber from her hands. A gasp split her lips and he smirked, cutting off the energy flow just before it struck her body.

She had failed.

Again.

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The side vent of his saber hummed angrily at her hammering pulse, the main shaft crossing over her shoulder. One wrong move, and he would decapitate her. She was at his mercy.

“Quite the troublemaker, aren’t you? It’s almost a waste to kill you.”

Her eyes revealed her fear in all its glory as he considered her. Poor little Jedi, defenseless without her Master. So afraid, mere lightning was enough to still her tongue. It almost made him laugh.

“Just do it, then! What are you waiting for?”

I spoke too soon… the only way to still her tongue is to cut it out.

He chuckled, twisting his wrist to slide the crimson blade across her collarbone. A mark of her failure, though she needn’t endure it long. “But you haven’t answered my questions yet.”

Their eyes locked and he brutishly barged past her meager mental defenses. Her mind was like a kaleidoscope, disorganized and chaotic, flooding him with useless information as her consciousness desperately tried to hide. As if there was any escape.

He saw her doubt, her curiosity and will to survive. The flame of anger that burned in her heart, the efforts she went to just to keep it concealed. He felt the hunger that once gnawed at her belly, the cool night air that kept her awake in the alleys of her home city. The sting of a firm hand when she was caught stealing, the sneer of the merchant that delivered it. The rage that fueled her instinctual first use of Jedi mind tricks, the shock when the merchant simply walked away.

The robed figure that approached her soon after, offering a different life.

Voe…?

Kylo blinked and the memories faded away. He’d assumed her master was Skywalker; who else could it be? He’d forgotten Voe was even alive. A mistake he would not repeat.

The girl’s master taught her well, but he would break through the meaningless drivel. Like the volcano that cast a shadow over the valley, he held the power to destroy all that stood before him, making room for something better to fill the void. It was not his fate to be loved, but to be feared and obeyed. This girl would be no different.

He would destroy her, and then build her into something better.

Both his black clad hands grasped her skull, his saber sheathed as he grimaced and delved deeper into her mind. Tears dripped from her wide hazel eyes but he didn’t care. Like a bantha in a china shop, he destroyed any defenses that barred his way.

You will show me.

More irrelevant memories. A lecherously smiling face, an aching dread as flesh met flesh. The sting of alcohol burning its way to her stomach, the tingle more familiar by the day. With a scolding tap of his index finger he brushed the useless recollections aside.

Show me why you are here.

There - at last. Something useful.

Her hands were clenched in her lap, the calm voice of Master Voe ringing through the small tent. Two bedrolls lied nearby, a fire pit with a pot hanging over it just outside.

“You know what will happen to you if you fail, padawan. Control your emotions, and do not allow the traitor to gain the upper hand.”

Her hands relaxed, the angle changing as she bowed her head to her Master. “I will not fail you.”

Voe must mean him. She’d been sent to take him down, it seemed. How insulting. Voe didn’t honestly think he’d fall to a padawan, did she?

Kylo drew back, releasing the girl from his cruel grip to fall to her knees and vomit. She looked so small and weak, a pawn sent as a sacrificial lamb by her pathetic Master. Voe had always been a fool, but this was a new level of stupidity.

He chuckled, smirking down at the girl wiping away her tears until she met his eyes. Brave, considering what he’d just done.

The girl glared at him and spat, lobbing a wad of vomit-tainted saliva to land on his boot. “Fuck you.”

Two words, and the laughter died on his lips. Brave, yes. But also incredibly foolish.

His hands went back to her skull, tangling in her hair and giving it a sharp tug. Her entire body shifted with the force of his pull, landing her on all fours at his feet. Where she belonged.

“You aren’t very smart, are you, girl?”

“Heh, I’ve been called worse,” she responded with an exhausted but rebellious smirk. Another yank on her hair, harder than before.

The girl bit her lip, whimpering in what he was beginning to suspect wasn’t pain. She might be the strangest padawan he’d ever seen.

“You aren’t cut from the cloth of the Jedi.”

The fact that she’d been taken on as a padawan showed how desperate the Jedi were. They were dying out, one by one. How many were left, now? Where were they hiding? He had to know, had to eradicate them properly.

“At least I didn’t murder anyone. Better fit than you were.”

The Force twitched, a flicker of pride seeping through her weakened and desecrated mind. As if she were somehow his superior. Honestly, did she even try to restrain her emotions?

He tugged her hair again, forcing her face up to look at him. The expression on her face sent a pulse of fire through his blood. That wasn’t pride he sensed; it was desperation. Her will to survive in action searching for a way to earn her next breath.

Kylo chuckled, tightening his hold on the brown strands. First a fight, now this. Perhaps volcanic planets weren’t so bad?

“You like that, don’t you? You would’ve been a terrible Jedi, No. Why stay loyal to a group that doesn’t suit you?”

The girl huffed, but she didn’t deny it. From what he’d seen in her memories, she was no stranger to darkness. What if it twisted her, just as it did to him? What if he didn’t need to kill her?

“No one else wanted my loyalty,” she murmured. “No one else wanted me.”

Oh, it was almost too easy. The thought of what he could do to her flooded his senses with heady lust, his cock twitching against his thigh. A good fight always got him excited; something about the knowledge he could’ve died but instead, proved himself strong enough to win…

Kylo Ren licked his lips. “And if someone did?”

Her lips curled into a dismissive smile, glimmers of sad amusement coming to life in her eyes. “Are you saying you want me? Here I thought you dark-siders just took what you wanted.”

The girl was born for the Dark Side. If anything, he’d have to watch his back for the blade she’d someday stick in his spine. For now, though…

Thick cables of Force energy took hold of the girl’s head and arms, freeing his hands. He knew she could break free if she wanted; her own ability to command the Force at will proved it.

Yet she simply let the tendrils do their work. She had to be exhausted, after his annihilation of her mind, but all he sensed from her thoughts was a hint of fear, perhaps a bit of curiosity. The girl wasn’t even breathing quickly, her oddly calm eyes daring him to do something. As if she wanted this.

“You want me to take what I want, is that it?”

She didn’t reply. Aggravating, he asked her a question.

“Fine. Have it your way, No.”

He couldn’t deny the thrill it gave him to see her eyes widen as he drew his lightsaber once more. With a twitch of his fingers, the cords holding her in place tightened and shifted, forcing her body to arch.

“Hold still,” he ordered, bringing the crimson blade to her hips. The fabric of her padawan robes fell away seconds later, revealing her skin to his hungry gaze.

Pink folds glistened like grass in the morning, supple flesh begging to be devoured. The girl whimpered as he drew closer, tracing his leather-clad fingers across her most sensitive spots. It’d been far too long since he indulged himself.

“So that’s what you want? The same thing as everyone else?” she sneered.

The quiver in her voice contrasted her words, but she still shouldn’t dare to speak them aloud. Oh, he couldn’t wait to break this stubborn little padawan.

He plunged a wad of Force-energy deep into her throat as he cut away the rest of her clothing. A finer display, he hadn’t seen in years; every inch of flesh he revealed brought more blood to his aching length.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, youngling.”

Only the sound of choking responded. Through the Force, he felt her struggling airway and mounting panic. It only added to the growing heat of his need.

“Much better. Those who listen well will be rewarded.”

He narrowed his eyes and gestured, adding more invisible tendrils. These, however, held a different purpose. They slithered up from the ground, climbing her arms and legs to reach her tempting core and burrow deep within. The thick ball occupying her mouth and esophagus pulled back, allowing her to breathe almost normally. At the very least, he’d now hear her moans.

And the girl didn’t let him down, whimpering as his Force-energy explored her wet heat. Soft as velvet and dewy with arousal, her body betrayed her. No longer could she hide or pretend she didn’t want this as badly as he did.

But she probably thought him to be a gentle lover. Imbecile.

Kylo made quick work of drawing himself out, indulging in a few rapid strokes to ease his need. The threads probing and holding her body vanished, leaving her to cough as her ability to breathe was fully restored. Watching her go limp, the sound of her hacking gasps and the curve of her ass waiting for his attentions summoned the first bead of fluid from his tip.

Waste not, want not.

“Do you want more, little Jedi?” he rumbled, striding into her line of sight so she could watch him toy with his length. Pulses of lust radiated from her mind, too powerful to restrain. “Come have a taste, then.”

The girl’s hooded hazel eyes watched him carefully, suspicion tainting the urges vying for control. Enough delay; he’d just have to teach her.

A single, thick rope of energy wrapped around her slim neck and dragged her to him, angling her throat and forcing her jaw open to envelop his length. Kylo groaned, the feel of her mouth a tantalizing precursor to satisfaction. So warm and wet…

He tangled his hands in her hair, releasing the tendril to take over. A snap of his hips drew a lewd moan from his lips and a quiet whine from hers.

“Ah, come now, No. You like the taste, don’t you? I can tell,” he growled.

Indeed, her mind was racing, projecting a craving for more. At his words, she hummed and pressed her tongue to his shaft, closing her eyes and savoring his flavor. Truly, the Force was a wonderful thing.

But as Supreme Leader, he couldn’t grant her what she wanted so easily. She had to earn it.

Kylo tugged her face against his hips, rolling into her throat over and over as she gagged on his girth. Saliva dribbled from the corner of her lips and shimmered on his cock. She looked quite appealing this way, her body bare and glowing in midday sunlight, wrapped around him and at his mercy.

He smirked and coils of power pulled her off the ground, spreading her arms and legs like a starfish. To her credit, the girls only moaned and slid her tongue across his slit, seemingly not caring one way or the other. She learned fast.

The dark warrior withdrew and hummed, releasing her skull to pat her head like a treasured pet. Glassy eyes and swollen lips glistened. “A promising start.”

A gesture of his fingers spun her around; another, and her wetness ground upon his length. Two sets of lips moaned. It was time to break the little Jedi.

“You’re mine, little Jedi,” he said roughly. Two leather-clad hands gripped her hips and spread her ass open. He spat on her back entrance and smirked as he brought a tendril to prod its way inside, simultaneously burying his length deep in her cunt.

Divine. Her walls greeted him in a tight embrace like an old friend. Panting gasps spilled from her lips as he began to move, humming as her body refused to let him go.

“All mine. You serve a new Master now,” he said. “Tell me, girl. Say it!”

He snapped back inside, slapping his flesh against hers. The cord of energy in her ass pulsed in time with his motions, rubbing against his head deep within. Curses rang forth, but she denied him what he demanded. Not for long.

The wet slap of his motions didn’t pause as his Force-tendrils released her arms, moving to tease at her chest. Flicking and rolling, kneading and squeezing, leaving bruises across her curves as a reminder of her new position.

“Say it! Who is your Master?”

“Ah-! No!”

Ren quickened his pace and dragged one gloved hand lower, inching closer to her clit. A promise, of sorts. Obedience would be rewarded. Rebellion brought nothing but pain. “Say it.”

Her hands dug into the gritty ground, clenching just as they had in her memory. “No!”

He pinched her tiny bundle of nerves, brutishly tight. Her body flinched away, a yelp of pain rewarding his abuse. Force-energy whipped across her spine and stomach, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Again and again, he thrust against her drenched core. Creamy fluid dotted his trousers, as if he needed more proof of her lust.

“You’re a filthy little whore, aren’t you? Jedi slut!”

With her so distracted, it was simple to enter her mind yet again. Her skin was on fire, electric pulses singing across her nerves as she was filled beyond what she’d ever experienced before. The girl was drowning in arousal, teetering on the edge of surrender. Stubborn fool.

He opened his own mind, just enough to let images of his plans for her through. He’d have her in chains, naked and at his disposal at all times. If she obeyed, perhaps he’d allow her to cum. A collar would do wonders for her neck. Someday, she might earn a place by his throne, ready to please him or his more competent generals. He might even have her pleasure him while he met with them.

He was going to destroy her, of that there was no doubt. All she had to decide was if she would become something better in the wreckage of her former life.

“Who is your Master?”

“Fu- fuck!” she cried, her voice close to breaking. “K- Kylo Ren! Kylo Ren is my Master!”

Kylo smirked and took hold of her shoulder, pulling out just long enough to get her on her back. He lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders, granting him an angle too perfect to waste. With each roll of his hips, he dragged moans from her lips and sweat from her pleasure-furrowed brow. Her eyes were hazy, but coherent enough to meet his.

His hands flew to her throat and squeezed, stealing the air from her lungs as he fucked her. The fire in his belly would soon erupt, engulfing him in bliss. Even without the Force, he knew she was close too.

“Cum for your Master, girl!”

The black-clad man rubbed one last thread of Force-energy against her swollen clit, his hands tightening on her neck and his hips slamming into hers. The velveteen walls caressing his cock fluttered, an obscene moan pushing its way from her mouth as she arced against him. Her signature flared white-hot and shoved him over the edge.

Heat crashed from his tip, spilling his seed deep within. Kylo gasped, his hips stuttering as his mouth fell open in overwhelming perfection. Her body milked every last drop from his, clenching and releasing in turns long after he was spent.

At last, the girl fell still, save for her heaving chest. He gave her neck one last squeeze; a reminder before he pulled away.

She didn’t move as he fixed his pants. Fluid spilled from her core onto the dirt and red lines crossed over her stomach, bruises forming on her limbs and throat. Broken. Ready to be rebuilt.

But first…

“Tell me your name, girl.”

She sighed and struggled to sit up. Her clothes were beyond repair, scraps of cloth littering the clearing around them but she gathered what she could anyway. “What does it matter?”

He chuckled. “I suppose it doesn’t. Tell me anyway.”

She looked away, covering what she could with little success. It was better this way, in his opinion. Padawan robes were hideous, and he did so enjoy gazing at the marks he left behind.

“It’s Coriandra,” she said. “Like the spice.”

A smirk twisted his lips. A far better name than No. “Welcome to the First Order, Coriandra.”

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convivialcamera · 5 years

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On Deadline: Jump

Previously

My entire universe had shrunk to the tip of a pin.

Every atom in my body was attuned only to the spot where Jamie’s blunt finger was delicately but insistently caressing my clitoris as I lay spread before him, feet dangling off the side of the bed and into oblivion. My blood rushed and my skin heated. My entire body tensed in a desperate attempt to keep still enough that the sudden jerking of my hips wouldn’t dislodge his finger. I held my breath deep in my lungs, straining, wanting, needing, burning.

Elbow tucked into my side, I reached up and grabbed at my shoulder, digging my fingernails into my collarbone in a last-ditch attempt to hold on.

And then, the chaos I was reigning in broke free. I exhaled on a small moan, and as I sucked in air the first wave of release hit me. After that I was lost.

When I came-to moments later, Jamie was gently running a finger down the inside of my splayed thigh and grinning like a cat that got the canary.

“You’re way too easy,” he said, a smirk barely concealed in the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up.” But I couldn’t help but grin myself, buoyed by the pleasure and contentment of orgasm. Jamie curled up beside me, resting his red mop just above my navel. I ran my fingers through his curls and caressed the curve of his ear. We stayed there, silent, for a long time.

As I gently floated in a state of semi-consciousness, Jamie’s breath tickled my stomach. Through the fog, it occured to me that he was talking.

“...that we could hit this wine bar later,” he said, “and maybe make a night of it.”

“What? Like a date?” I raised my head to look at him, propping myself up on my elbow.

He twisted his neck to look back at me. “Yes, like a date.”

I flopped back, a silly, wide smile overtaking my face. “Alright, then.”

I had the day off, having worked the Sunday before, but Jamie soon slinked away from my bed and back to the newsroom. I languished between the sheets, carefully cataloging every single moment that had passed between us. There was an easy intimacy between us that went beyond all the sex or even our shared profession, and I admitted to myself that I reveled in it.

I spent the day napping, mostly, although I did run out to buy a vacuum, since I had left the marital vacuum with my almost-ex-husband. I was loathe to think of Frank, I smugly told myself, as there really should only be two people in a new relationship. I tried to put him out of my mind, but he lingered. Why had I fallen in love with him? I wondered as I stood in front of the vacuum display, comparing models. What had made Frank stray? I pondered as I paid the clerk and lugged my purchase out to my car. Was it my work, or was it something irreparably wrong with me? I questioned as I drove back to my apartment. I didn’t have any answers, but something told me that with Jamie, everything was different.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, Beauchamp, or maybe you just like fucking him, I thought.

By the time Jamie arrived at my door that evening, beautifully windswept from his ride over with just a hint of helmet hair, I had showered, shaved, plucked and primped within an inch of my life. To my distinct pleasure, my date looked like he had been temporairly struck dumb.

“Dude, it’s just a nice top.” I handed him a bourbon, neat, as he openly stared at my chest. It was a vibrant red and rather more low-cut than what I wore on assignment.

He sucked down the drink like it was water. “Is that what you call it?”

“Yep.” I sipped my own drink like I had all the time in the world. I raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to say anything else about it. He immediately recognized the challenge, and demurred with a shrug.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” I glugged down the last of the bourbon and grabbed my black moto jacket. “Let’s go.”

The bar was in an old candy shop in a small historic district downtown Leoch. The walls were brick with the paint flaking off, and it was filled with little nooks and industrial furniture and illuminated only with candles. A sprightly little hipster seated us at a tiny table beneath an arch in a secluded corner with a single votive candle and two of the tiniest glasses of water I’d ever seen. Menus were attached to clipboards, and I studiously examined mine, avoiding Jamie’s gaze.

I picked a pinot noir at random when the server came around, while Jamie ordered a sweet rosé and the biggest cheese plate on the menu.

“It’s refreshing,” he said at my smirk.

“I’m sure.” I swirled my own wine and took a sip. The alcohol rushed through my bloodstream and heated my stomach.

Jamie rolled his eyes at me, and put his hand on mine. “It’s easier if we touch, isn’t it?”

It was a startling observation. I squeezed his hand, and felt the nervous energy between us dissipate into the ether.

“Well, why don’t you tell me something about yourself?” I asked.

“What do you want to know?”

I cast about for a subject while I cut a hunk of Brie and smooshed it into a slice of baguette. “What’s your family like? Other than your uncles,” I qualified quickly. “Like, your mom and dad.”

“My parents are dead, Claire.” He said this softly; it pained him to tell me.

“Oh.” I exhaled. “Mine too. Car crash when I was five.” It was an old wound but a deep one that still ached when pressed. The warmth of his hand sustained me. He paused, as if deciding. When he opened his mouth to speak, I blurted: “You don’t have to tell me.”

“It’s OK. My mom died when I was eight. And Dad, he had a massive stroke my first year of college.”

“Sucks,” I said without thinking. Jamie gave me a look that clearly said “duh,” and I giggled. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“I think you’re the only one that could have said that to me and not get punched in the face,” he said contemplatively, drinking his wine. “Because you know what it’s like.”

I gave him my own look. “It’s a shitty club.”

Jamie loaded a baguette slice with blue cheese and a dried apricot and stuffed it in his mouth. “You told me a while back that you’re not from anywhere. What the hell does that mean?”

I smiled. I had told him that the day we met, the first time he called me Sassenach. “My uncle raised me. He was a photographer too — on staff at Nat Geo.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, and in, like, the ‘80s, when the job was basically globetrotting with a camera. I refused to go to boarding school so I went with him, just about everywhere.”

“You come by all this naturally?” Jamie waved at me, indicating tip to toenails.

“Sure. All my belongings fit in a duffel bag and I didn’t go to a real school until college. So, yeah, I’m not really from anywhere.”

“That’s a hell of a childhood. I just grew up on a farm.”

“Like, cows and corn fields?”

“And horses,” he said.

“Race horses?”

He blushed. “Some. My sister Jenny and her husband breed and train them. She breeds merino sheep too.”

I could tell he was downplaying the race horses. “Are you and Jenny close?”

“As close as we can be, since I live here now,” Jamie said, but he evaded my gaze, which made me think there was more to that story. I itched to press him further, but didn’t want to bring the specter of tragedy back into our conversation so I turned to lighter things.

I told him about my uncle, Quenten Lambert Beauchamp, the archaeologist-turned-photographer who raised me, and my wandering childhood that spanned six of the seven continents (we went to Antarctica, but hadn’t made it to Australia). As I talked, Jamie listened intently, asking questions now and then, especially about Uncle Lamb’s assignments. As the cheese plate slowly disappeared between us and another round of drinks arrived, Jamie spoke of his sister and her husband, who was also Jamie’s oldest friend, and the trouble they got into as kids on the farm. He was a born storyteller, charming and funny.

I was telling Jamie about the time Uncle Lamb locked me in a temple to the Roman Goddess Vesta when I was 16, when Jamie’s eyes suddenly went wide and his ears turned so crimson I could see it even in the dim candlelight of the bar.

“Don’t turn around, but I’m pretty sure Geillis just walked in,” Jamie said in a low voice, as if he was afraid speaking her name aloud would summon her to us.

Unable to help myself, I peeked over my shoulder, and sure enough I could see Geillis’s bright blonde curtain of hair as she chatted with the hostess and was led to a table for two on the other side of the bar. I turned back and rolled my eyes at Jamie to tease him a bit. “Yep, that’s her. What of it?”

“Don’t you think it might not be the best idea for the entire newsroom to know we’re, you know…” He made an indistinct noise in his throat that made his meaning perfectly clear.

I raised a skeptical eyebrow at him, deciding if I should say the thought that immediately popped into my mind. “I’m sorry,” I said, the devil on my shoulder winning out. “I watched you slobber all over an intern in front of the whole staff and you’re worried about being spotted having a glass of wine with a colleague?” I smiled innocently at him.

Jamie opened and closed his wide mouth a few times, flabbergasted. “Geillis is an opportunistic gossip.”

“I don’t have anything to hide.”

“And anyone who saw you in that shirt would know this is more than a glass of wine.” He suddenly looked smug.

I began to roll my eyes at him, but I was distracted by a tall man with dark hair and strong bones walking into the bar through the back door. I leaned back, and pulled Jamie into the shadows. Dougal MacKenzie made a beeline for Geillis’s table, and Geillis smiled broadly when she spotted him.

“What are we looking at?” Jamie whispered in my ear, sounding bewildered.

“Any reason why your uncle is macking on Gellis at the most romantic spot in town?” I whispered back, as we watched our boss greet our colleague with a very familiar kiss and sit down.

“Can’t think of any, other than the obvious,” Jamie said. “Maybe we should get out of here.” He flagged down the server with one hand, and ran a suggestive finger up my thigh under the table with the other.

“Maybe head back to my place?”

“I’d like nothing better.”

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magicianapprenticelyra · 5 years

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Q: ✨ If your OC were a deity of some kind, what would they represent? What do they look like? How are they worshiped and what offerings would they expect? What are their places of worship like? Their followers? Their teachings?

@vesuvianoak sent in this ask, and then helped that ask helped to get the ball rolling on the following.

Lyra, as a Goddess, would be known with the following epithets:

The Great Librarian; The Patron Goddess of Literature and Folktales; Our Weeping Lady of Ink; Patroness of Crossroads, Storytellers and Difficult Paths; The Ink Lobber; Guardian of Written Works; Exalter of Spoken Words; The Humble Archivist of the Muses

Traditional Warning/Cautionary Rhyme: "Be aware of the Great Librarian's tastes, for if you should violate them and are a writer there is no other curse so great.”

What she represents: Think of her as the librarian of the pantheon she’s situated in. Most myths are claimed to have been recorded by her, and then sent down into the minds of her oracles and/or great storytellers elsewhere. Differing retellings of all the myths, tales and legends are an often occurrence. No one story is a wrong story in the public; it just depends on the tastes of the region and the times they crop up in.

Depictions: With her statues, Lyra is dressed elegantly in either áo dài-like attire, or the region’s simpler day-to-day attire.

Her statues would be carved from obsidian, having silver plating or having silver-esque paint over and/or around her eye(lid)s. Her eyes themselves are either opened or closed, depending on what the artists are depicting her doing. In one of her hands is a stack of parchment, with lines of text. In her other hand is a book or a sort of writing tool [be it a stick of charcoal, a pen, or an inkwell with a feathered quill coming out of it]

Her motifs in more tragic tales typically show her face dripping silver ink and/or paint coming from her eyes or from the bottom of her eyelids.

How She’s Paid Respects: In each region there is only one ‘big’ temple dedicated to her. All the regions argue where which of their locations came first, but somehow all the buildings were erected at about the same time.

If a place of worship is not within those temples, if depicting her in statuette form, they can be no bigger than the standard size of a person. Any massive monuments dedicated to her, outside of the one temple dedicated to her in each region, have always come across bad luck. Examples include walls shattering to pieces in the initial stages of construction, the land intended for use eventually becoming unsuitable to place a foundation on, ink on construction plans becoming illegible or the charcoal getting smeared, and so on.

Have you ever seen the Little Libraries people make? It’s like a birdhouse for books on their front lawns or in front of several different locations? A take a book, leave a book situation? That can be a little altar or a way to pay tribute to her. She is big on literacy (especially in modern times), after all.

Rule of thumb: she prefers small monuments, or a small place on people’s personal altars. Mini statuettes of her are popular among literary students to have on their desks as they write.

Types of Offerings: They can be dollops of ink on some parchment {so long as said parchment isn’t too ratty/been previously scribbled on before, it is fine}, personally decorated bookmarks, stamps… basically most stationary artfully created in her honor is enough of a tribute. Several of the temples dedicated to her have a whole floor dedicated to displaying all sorts of offerings.

If you're feeling truly brave, slip some book suggestions into a ceremonial pyre in her honor. If she really likes the suggestion, one will be blessed with either literary creativity or you may stumble upon a tale/book/story that will stick with you for the rest of your life. If she doesn't but is thankful for the suggestion, a book or a spoken tale will nudge you to another story within your preferred genre(s). If she is displeased, all your ink will get everywhere you don’t want it to be. How bad the ink will stain varies, as well as how long.

[Someone sent her something of a poor draft of an extremely graphic erotica once. The offerer was cursed for about a year with ink stains on EVERYTHING and EVERYWHERE INCONVENIENT.]

Basically, don't send her porn. Don't make any art of her in the erotic lenses either.

Additionally, if any attempts are made to do so with the myths she is said to have had relationships with people and/or celestial entities it'll disappear eventually in some way, somehow.

Offerings by children are always accepted. Seriously, if there is such a thing as a refrigerator on the celestial planes, she's got oodles of doors full of all the drawings kids have done for her.

Her Followers: Lyra is one of the few among the pantheon she is a part of that isn’t exactly an organized religion [I am not so sure about how religions focused on a deity within a pantheon works overall, but she’s more of a celestial entity than an actual religious figure(?)]. Still, at each temple, there is a Head Oracle that orates many of her stories. Their subordinates are typically librarians-in training or are experts in various literary genres within the region. They don't have to be explicit followers of her, but having the love of stories, treasuring them, and keeping them safe is just a few of the mandates in paying her due respect.

What Angers Her/What Manifests in Her Rage On the Physical Plane

Book burnings are what incite her wrath the most; seriously don't do it unless you really want her to make an appearance with divine fury. Any ink in the vicinity becomes more acrid and chemical and will come to a dangerous boil. The boiling ink eventually gives way to exploding and doing some serious damage to people.

One written record of an organizer orchestrating a book burning years ago states that they gained boils not long after committing the heinous act. The pus that was embedded under their skin somehow also contained hardened, sharp flecks of ink mixed in as well. They died a painful death from the infections.

Do not disrespect a book. Even if you heavily disagree with the contents within the book itself, do not disrespect it. There have been stories of the books coming to life and chasing the culprit until they apologize to the book in question.

The longest any person got without apologizing to the offended text went across three continents; the book had worn itself out by then. The criminal thought they were safe, until they got paid a visit from the goddess herself in their dreams.

When they woke up they were covered in inky burns roughly in the shape of the base of their inkwell. They had to pay a penance in the nearest temple in her honor for about seven years until the burns went away.

Oddly enough she does not mind if you annotate in books or dog-ear the pages.

This is as much as my brain can handle with this AU at the moment. If you wanna know more, just send some asks! :D

(thank you @fire-fira for the cautionary rhyme in the beginning of the post, @sunrisenfool of the addendum to the epithet after Our Weeping Lady of Ink, and to all the people across a number of discord servers that helped me to put all this together. Thanks so much you guys!)

#The Arcana #fan apprentice #AUs #Celestial Sanctum AU #magicianapprenticelyra

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starbudspresents · 6 years

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DGM 231 - Panthaleia’s Translation Notes

Hello, dear friends and fellow fans! We return to the rubble of Tumblr you with DGM 231, the first chapter of this new year. Thanks for sticking with us!

Please see below the cut for my translation notes and reactions, as per usual. If you have any questions, do feel free to come say hi on Discord at Panthaleia#9705. :3

The Novel I'm Not Writing About DGM & Buddhism

Oooooookay, first things first! The four bubbles across Allen's collar on the cover page say 生々流転 seiseiruten. When spelled 生生流転 (homophonous), it simply means "ever-changing," but when spelled the way it is here (fantastic catch, thank you so much @togaochi ♥), it's defined as "all things being in flux through the endless circle of birth, death, and rebirth; the circle of transmigration."

That concept is much more succinctly described by the Sanskrit term saṃsāra. Now, to preclude confusion: yes, if you look up "samsara" in a Japanese dictionary, you'll get 輪廻 rin'ne rather than this. That said, this term is if anything more specific and descriptive than that one. See also 生死輪廻 seishirin'ne, which has the exact same definition as seiseiruten; think "cell" vs. “cellular phone” vs "mobile telephone." All words for the same thing, with varying degrees of descriptiveness.

The concept of samsara shows up in several religions (notably Buddhism, Hindu, and Jainism). The one most relevant to DGM by far is Buddhism, and this is far from the first time I've run into it in search of answers.

Crash course on some Buddhist jargon for those of you who aren't familiar:

The word samsara, meaning "continuous flow," describes the beginningless and potentially endless cycle of life and existence, through birth and living and death to re-birth and so on. It could also easily be pictured as a helix, if you'd prefer, and that could in fact make some of DGM a little easier to understand.

(If I may take a moment to get super self-indulgent here: a very related philosophical concept is panta rhei, "everything flows", which is what my "panthaleia" handle is mostly based on. This chapter very nearly literally has my name written on it. IT'S A SIGN. Of.... something. Not sure what, exactly, but IT'S A SIGN.)

Every living thing is trapped within this cycle by its attachments and its ignorance of the truth, which causes great suffering and generates karma, which then affects the shape of one's next life. (Yes, Alma's second name is that for a reason.)

There are a number of branching denominations of Buddhism, much as there are of Christianity, and while they mostly share certain core tenets such as the Eightfold Path, they vary widely in ideals and practice. The influences I see on DGM mostly come from a Japanese variant called Shingon ("True Words") and its predecessors: Shingon is a descendant of Tibetan Vajrayana, which is in turn sometimes considered to be part of the broader East Asian Mahayana umbrella.

I've talked a little bit about Shingon before, because all the chanted spells used throughout the series follow the pattern of Shingon mantras and Kanda's tattoo is written in Siddhaṃ (theorized to be the predecessor of both modern kana systems, by the way).

Shingon shares its overarching goal with its predecessors: rather than seeking to break the cycle just for one's own self and achieve individual escape from suffering (as in Theravada, for example), one should seek to become an enlightened being — a bodhisattva — and willingly continue to subject oneself to the cycle in order to help those who are struggling and thereby bring the whole world closer to moksha ("liberation") and subsequent/synonymous nirvana one step at a time.

Obviously, reincarnation and transmigration play a massive role in DGM. Let me list just a few of the ways in which this particular concept is a running theme throughout the story:

The Noah fragments being reincarnated into new bodies without also reincarnating the human souls they previously coexisted with;

The Earl's victims having their souls transmigrated in the bodies of their loved ones to rebirth them as Akuma;

The Third Exorcists, also transmigrated into new bodies to bring them back (Helix magic in general, really, including the Atuuda);

Nea's transmigration into Allen (not a rebirth, but an avoidance of death while waiting for a chance at rebirth), as well as Allen's regression to childhood via de-aging and memory loss;

The original Earl (Adam in my theories, fyi, in case I reference that later) deliberately rebirthing himself in smaller pieces for goals as yet unknown;

The Bookmen keeping records of each iteration of the repeating narrative, ever-changing but eternal themselves;

Even fukkin Komlin, lmao, constantly destroyed and improved and remade.

So many others? Soooo many others.

The eureka moment (for me): this chapter is subtitled "Curtain Rise," as in the beginning of a stage play when the curtain goes up. If you'll think all the way back to the very first chapters of the series, you may remember that the Earl's Scenario is meant to bring about curtain fall... on humanity.

Looking at that in the context of samsara, that whole thing suddenly looks very different. Our heroes assumed that the Earl's victory would result in the destruction of the world, the destruction of humanity, but I've never bought that idea from the very start. When the curtains finally close on samsara, the cycle of death and rebirth, humanity will not be "dead" in the tragic sense, but free. Nirvana =/= death. Nirvana is the peace of being one with all, knowing all, loving and being loved by all without the need for suffering. It isn't "heaven" in the Christian sense, but it is an end to suffering, without also being an end to existence.

Tragedy and suffering are the consequences of remaining bound to the cycle. Directly using the energy of them in order to break the cycle creating them, as the Earl claims to be doing with the Akuma, is a very very Vajrayana idea, and fits seamlessly into my existing suppositions as to what the Earl is doing and why. Here, have a relevant quote:

Negative mental factors such as desire, hatred, greed, pride are not rejected as in non-Tantric Buddhism, but are used as part of the path. As noted by French Indologist Madeleine Biardeau, tantric doctrine is "an attempt to place kama, desire, in every meaning of the word, in the service of liberation."

And another, from the Hevajra tantra:

Those things by which evil men are bound, others turn into means and gain thereby release from the bonds of existence. By passion the world is bound, by passion too it is released.

One more, same source:

One knowing the nature of poison may dispel poison with poison.

Bluntly put, I think the (original) Earl was an enlightened soul — a bodhisattva — who voluntarily returned to the cycle via deliberate rebirth into multiple ignorant beings in order to help heal the struggling world of its suffering via bringing about enlightenment viiiaaaa SUFFERING HARDER. Good Plan™?

Here are a few more related meta posts from a few years ago, just so I can find them again when I inevitably decide to delve deeper into this:

Helix magic will be the key to the plot

It's all happened before

Destroyer of Time

2.) I'm so delighted to see Mana as he was when Allen knew him before, genteel and whimsical and delighted with Allen's existence. It's easy to understand why Allen would become so attached to him.

3.) Raws for the "Therefore I write many of them, as if God can see me doing so. / As if He might find me" lines: こうして神さまに見えるように沢山書くんです　／　見つけてもらえるように These don’t sit well with me, so I’ll probably change them in the future. The gist is that he’s drawing them in order to draw God’s attention to him.

Raws for "Here I am": 私はここにいる。@togaochi and I concur that he uses watashi here instead of his own preferred boku because he's teaching it to Allen, and means it as a more general "I."

Anyway: hooooo boy, here's some more evidence for the Two Gods theory. And how!

It seems pretty safe to assume he's not calling out to the Order's God, since that god would pretty happily wipe him off the face of the earth. The Noah have called that god "false," though, and expressed their intent and desire to kill it, while still referring to a "God" entity of their own whom they regard as being on their side (or perhaps, they're on its side).

Mana calling out to the Noah god to come find him, without remembering why he wants that, is very interesting. I wonder if and how anyone answered him.

4.) I have a strong hunch that Mana's "secret alphabet" is also related to Siddhaṃ, but that language is written in such a complex way that it's actually impossible for me to be sure without just... learning it. Which! To be clear! I fucking well might. WATCH ME.

5.) This entire scene is so much to me. How furious they both are that the other won't just let themselves be saved/protected. Allen wanted to leave Kanda behind so he and the others would be safe from everything that's hunting him. Kanda wants Allen to stay put so they can save him from what he can't fight alone. All that rage and frustration, because they care.

Quick note: in the first draft we initially posted on Imgur via our Discord server, I had the subject wrong for one of Kanda's lines here, which I caught and fixed. Sorry for any confusion that may have caused!

5.5) ETA: Forgot to mention that I’m fairly sure the beautiful Grecian-style temple they’re hanging out in is referenced from St. Bernard’s Well, again in Edinburgh. Excuse me, “Edinston.”

Thanks to an enterprising anon, we have a much better match for that structure: the Dugald Stewart Monument!

6.) "maybe I'll go sucker-hunting" CARD SHARK ALLEN LIIIIIVES, where's Tyki when you need him (to lose his shirt again)

7.) fjkldjlkagd the turnaround where Allen finally cracks and is like "fine!! you want in?? IN YOU GET. no take-backsies! happy now???" and Kanda's like "yep, here I am" and neither of them have ANY IDEA how to deal with ANY OF IT. Kanda struggling to pull Allen's story out of him without throwing up his hands and quitting. Allen baffled and twice as guarded as before, put off by Kanda's uncharacteristic interest.

So beautiful, it brings a tear to my eye. (Actually, many tears. So... so many tears.)

8.) That apology, which I never thought I'd get, for Allen having seen what Kanda would never have consented to show him. It wasn't his fault, and they both know that, but the fact still remains that it was a violation, and I've always always wished for that to be addressed somehow and HERE IT IS. RIGHT HERE.

I want to tattoo that look on Kanda's face onto my brain.

9.) And then they're FUCKING INTERRUPTED, AGAIN

But Allen's "ask me again when we're done dealing with this" was such a promise of trust that I can't even be that mad, augh.

Onward to the bitter end, I guess!! Haha!!!! · ͜͜ · -

Thank you all so much for reading and following along! I’d like to tip my hat to Kougeki Scans, who love this series too and are helping us spoil the fandom rotten. :P Again, if you have any questions or comments, feel free to either find us on Discord HERE, find me on Discord at Panthaleia#9705, or use the comment box on MangaDex! I’m always happy to geek out with fellow fans. <3

#dgm 231 #dgm231 #dgm #d gray man #dgm meta #panthaleia

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thefcrsakcnqueen-blog · 6 years

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So I’ve decided to thrown both this blog and Yuri on hiatus. Tumblr rp as a whole has soured for me/ completely.

The Breaking Point:

Honestly, it’s been like this since I became apart of the Fate rpc that things started to sour. Though most of my blogs are apart of a main fandom, I always had a Fate verse to interact with people. I love Fate to death but since March it’s been nothing more than a shitstorm of drama. After shitstorm of drama. After shitstorm of drama. And I’m just tired of it.

I’m tired of people not having the balls to communicate with each other. I’m tired of people not having the balls to show empathy towards one of another. I’m tired of people going behind other people’s backs and showing off screenshots out of context in order to prove a point.

Because that’s honestly been going on since March, since Cherry was called out by someone who was once her friend. And that’s what gets me. What happened to this thing called friendship? What happened to communication? What happened to empathy? Thrown out the window with common sense.

It’s this blind belief that has soured in my mouth and as Cherry put it, the whole kumbayah, let’s get along everyone attitude isn’t helping things.

I’ve honestly stayed here too long to where it’s affecting my life. Tumblr rp was fun when I entered the Air Gear rpc for the first time (when there were people). Everything people told us not to do, like constant one liners, we did anyway. We did constant shit posts because the entirety of Air Gear was like this massive shit post. We didn’t care about anything really. As long as you rped and kept the magic of Air Gear alive, we were cool with you. Well unless you were 2005, but that’s a different story.

It hasn’t been fun in the past few months and honestly I’ve been deluding myself with the hope that things would get better. It hasn’t and it probably isn’t going to.

The Future:

I’m going to give go on hiatus and try to find that spark that made rp fun again. Will I come back to tumblr? Will I come into Fate. Right now that magic eight ball is saying: Not fucking likely. But I’m going to give it a few months, see how it is, or rather see how worse it’s gotten. I might go back to forum rping since that’s what first got me into rp in general.

I’ll be on Discord. Rude Hero [Ravyne]#2873, is my discord if you want to talk and I’ll be willing to give discord rp a try. I’ll be on Perfect World International on the Twilight Temple server as Tsukiyo. And I’ll be playing World of Warcraft as RavyneSidhe. I might change my server to one of the rp servers.

But don’t hold your breath hoping I’ll be coming back to tumblr or even these blogs. We’ll see what the next couple of months bring.

-Ravyne.

#hiatus notice #[out of arrows -- ooc]

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themockingcrows · 6 years

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Familiar ch. 2

This chapter is SFW AO3 mirror [X]

Sometimes having a familiar is better than having a bird inhabiting a human body. At all times though, it's best to have a friend.

Written with minimal editing as a train of thought fic for the JohnDave Sandbox Server.

Hands were touching his face while John tried to understand what had actually just happened. It... had worked? The spell worked even though everything kind of went absolutely wrong? Those were definitely human feeling hands with substance, and they were warm and soft. On the other hand, those were also definitely fucking wings he was looking at, silky black feathers larger than they were but undeniably attached to their owner. The person looked perfectly formed otherwise, at least on the outside from what John could see through the lingering haze of panic that was only now starting to die out.

"....Dave is that really you?" John asked.

"John," he said again, continuing to pap and stroke different parts of his face, toying with his glasses and the eyelashes behind them.

"Are you okay?" he followed up. "Does. ...Does anything hurt? Did anything get damaged?"

"Damaged?" Dave repeated back, hands stilling on his cheeks before making a dive for his mouth, trying to feel the textures there as well and investigate what was just out of view. Gagging, John swatted him back before grasping his narrow wrists and pushing, trying to keep him at a decent range.

"Augh, why are you doing that! I'm trying to ask if you're hurt or not!"

"Or not!"

Gritting his teeth, John kept his grip on Dave's (was this Dave? who the fuck else would it be if not the crow, come on John, focus!) wrists and took a few slow breaths. Calm mind. Clear mind. He could still smell the burnt ozone from the spell work all around them clear as a lightning strike, with the breeze doing nothing to entirely clear the area.

"Okay. ...Okay. Do you only mimic then?"

"John."

“And say my name I guess. ...Can you stand up?" he asked, gesturing upward with his chin. "Y'know. Up?"

Dave's brows lifted in surprise at the command and he was quick to move, lunging forward despite the hold on his wrists to try climbing. Too late, John realized his error.

"Wait. WAIT, WAIT NEVERMIND!" he cried, trying to fend the bird... person.. bird person? bird boy? off best he could. It went about as well as he assumed it would, especially with the large wings giving a few flaps to propel the action. When John was flat on his back he released Dave's wrists and let the boy finish moving around till he was settled half on the ground and half on his shoulder, grinning big enough he was concerned his face would break in half.

"Well. At least you still know all your commands just fine," John muttered, holding still when Dave leaned down to nuzzle against his face and temple a few times. It was different without the beak, but he supposed he was mostly glad that there were no nibbles to his glasses to follow up. The crooning sounds were sweet near his ear though, and the rustling of feathers not intimidating so far.

"John."

"I hear you, Dave, I hear you," he promised. "Can you get off though? Uh. Down."

Dave frowned and stopped his coos, but dutifully shuffled off, trying to hop on his knees to get a bit further off and give room for John to move. He sat back up and rubbed at his hair, righted his glasses, and slowly stood upright. There was a chance he could clean up the mess, but there'd be no way to hide Dave himself from his father. Thank fuck they lived all the way out here instead of in the middle of the city somewhere, how else could he explain literally anything about his appearance to a stranger who might see?

"Okay. Let's try this again: up," John said. When Dave looked interested, he hurriedly followed it up by gesturing to himself and then holding his hands out in offer. "Like me. Like this. No shoulder, only this. Let me help if you need it."

Dave was a bit unsteady on his feet, but with help he managed to rise up and lock his knees an- Oh, right, naked, yes, needed to fix that ASAP. It'd be easier to explain a new member of the household if he was at least decent instead of 'Hi Dad, meet my new naked friend who used to be my pet'.

"Oh man, I just realized you'll probably be able to taste all those snacks you like so much a lot differently now," John said as he positioned himself to Dave's side, helping to stabilize and guide him inside. "Things would taste way different to birds than people. Actually, does that mean you only like them for being crunchy or something?"

He didn't know how to cook so further experimentation would rely on his father, but the snack cabinet was going nowhere any time soon. Dave was easy to sit down on the couch, wings well formed but small enough that he was able to be comfortable. They didn't seem quite the right scale, John realized as he stepped back a few paces to take the sight in once more. It was like they'd shrunken down a bit, maybe in preparation for disappearing entirely with the rest of the feathers during the initial transformation, but they were still going to be nigh impossible to hide without looking like there was a massive lump under a sheet.

"...What're we gonna do about those... Uhhh.. Hm." Did he want to hack his own much loved clothes open and try to wrangle them over the wings, or did he want to try doing the same to something of his Dads? Not really, no. Maybe just the bottom half for now. "You stay here. Just sit. I'll be right back," he promised. "Stay," John emphasized once more.

Dave watched him with bright, intelligent eyes and held almost eerily still, breaking the stance only to shuffle his wings a bit and croak out a human sounding caw.

"Good boy."

He hoped that would hold him for at least a bit. Turning around, John raced upstairs and tore through his drawers, trying to decide what would work best for Dave. Shorts, no. Underwear?? No. Boxers nah. Ah, sweat pants would work, they could adjust the cord however they needed to and they were soft! Soft things would be good for someone not used to wearing clothes, right? Seemed a decent enough plan.

A thud and a crinkle came from downstairs, then more ominous clunks. Moaning out a stressed sound, John hurried to get back downstairs to the sofa and its frustrating lack of Dave. Another thump led him to the kitchen just in time to see Dave on his knees on the countertop, arms stretched up towards the snack cabinet to try reaching over the edges he normally could force his way into as a bird far easier. He'd knocked things out of his way in the effort to scramble up, leaving a few things ominously teetering on the edge, some able to withstand a fall and others likely not.

"Dave, no! Down! Bad!" John said instinctively as he darted over, hoping to be in time to at least catch the glass item before it could fall.

He was not. Dave jerked back from the cabinet to look at him, wings flaring out in surprise knocking the glass down about three inches from John's fingertips, shattering to pieces on the ground. Okay. So he'd did magic he wasn't supposed to, turned the crow into a bird person, and smashed a glass so far. Batting a thousand today, John.

Worse, Dave was starting to make a gesture to get down to the ground as well in one go, one leg extending behind himself and weight shifting. More confusion, more panic to try making him stop, and John planted his hand one one of the shards while trying to brace himself and shove upwards on the leg. It was a clean slice, intersecting the cut he'd made purposefully earlier at an angle, tracing along his life line instead of the injured love line. Were he anyone else this would probably be some ominous sign or some greater telling, something to deeply consider.

As this is John, his response was simply: "Fucking OW!" and to shake his hand vigorously.

"Okay, look, see? Bleeding. Hurt. Ow... Uh.. Stay," he urged. Dave looked confused, but stopped trying to shift his weight backwards. He instead watched while John hurried to sweep up the mess, only coming down when he was offered the uninjured hand. The sweatpants were shoved into his arms a moment later, free of blood but plenty wrinkled by now. "See mine? Make them like this. Legs go here. This stays this way. Pull. You'll figure it out," John said.

He turned to the sink to wash his hand off properly, hissing at the soapy water. Damn, he'd need to wrap the whole thing at this rate, this sucked! The one he could handle, it was his own doing, but this was stupid! John folded a paper towel a few times and clenched it in his fist before turning to look at Dave, wondering how fast he'd need to be to race for the first aid kit in the closet to avoid another mishap of bird boy being unattended. From Dave's struggles to get the pants on, focused and frustrated at the fact it was taking a bit more dexterity and balance than he was able to manage on a single leg in this new form, John judged he had at least a good minute. He took a few stealthy steps backwards before turning and racing up the stairs again to the linen closet, tugging out the first aid box and racing back downstairs.

Dave was sat on the ground tugging the cloth up his legs now, satisfied with himself and nearly complete with dressing. Sighing in relief, John opened the box and took out the items he needed, working on disinfecting the wound properly and wrapping his hand up, thankful it was all on one side instead of on his off hand AND his dominant hand.

"John," croaked Dave, drawing attention to the fact he'd not only gotten the pants on but had them the right direction. He looked so pleased with himself that the ache in John's palm was easier to forget.

"Hey! You did it in one go, look at that. Great job, Dave!"

"John," he repeated, getting to his feet to show the pants off better, emphasizing the direction before coming over, wanting to nudge and nuzzle as he was used to while getting praise.

"I-. ..You don't need to do that," John promised, laughing a bit. Somehow it was different when it was a human face rubbing on him instead of the cool edge of a beak. More intimate.

"You deserve a reward though, you did a great job, and now you're not up on the counter. ...You want a snack now? Treats?"

The nuzzling just got more intense as Dave croaked out a few soft caws of affirmation. Yes, you with the thumbs, get the treats.

It was to John on a chair rummaging in the cabinet trying to decide between cookies or chips to introduce Dave to flavor wise, and a strange looking half naked boy with wings sprouting out of his back that James returned home to, a cloth bag of groceries dangling from one fist, a jug of milk in his other hand, mail in his teeth for the short journey from the car to the door.

Father and son both froze, appraising each other cautiously, silently. Dave freely looked back and forth till it registered who the new person was for sure.

"Dad," he said quickly. Right, this was Dad, he was back again. He looked way different from this angle, but this was definitely Dad.

"Uh. ....Hiiiii Dad," John said, a rolled up bag of Doritos in his unwrapped hand slowly being pulled down to rest against his chest. "Aha. haa... haha. I didn't hear you pull up."

"John," James said after dropping the mail from his teeth to the tabletop and setting the groceries beside it in one smooth motion.

"John," Dave mimicked helpfully, grin huge.

"I can explain," hurried John. "Promise I can!"

"Oh, I've no doubt you can explain son. The big question is if your explanation is worthwhile or would hold any water, given that you already know right from wrong."

Haltingly, aware of just how awkward he sounded, John lowered down from the counter and explained how this situation had come to be. From Dave continuing to do poorly as he had been when James left, to looking like he was taking a nosedive to the end, to the magic taking its own path, to the new cut on his hand and the missing glass. He kept pausing to try collecting his thoughts, then rushing forward to explain more hurriedly, pouring out a serving of the chips into a bowl and setting them on the table in front of a chair, urging Dave towards them so he could put the bag away in the cabinet once more.

James listened quietly, coaxing a bit whenever John was quiet too long or anxious, and solemnly put the groceries away. He poured two glasses of milk and cut two squares of the dessert he'd made the day before, plating them out with forks for himself and John. After a second thought, he poured a third smaller glass of milk to see if Dave would drink it after his love affair with the chips that had him crooning and wiggling his wings.

"And uh. ...And then you got home. I guess," John finished. "...I'm sorry, Dad. I just didn't know what to do, I thought Dave was going to die and I just.."

James sat down in a seat and gestured John towards the other, waiting till he started to poke the bit of fudgy delight with his fork. "I understand why you did it, son. I really do. ...But please, at least tell me you realize how bad this was to do. It could have killed you, could have taken out the whole house. Could've made Dave a monster. There are reasons that kind of magic is banned or strictly regulated: it's difficult and dangerous and can be majorly meddling in things we're not meant to have control over. It's too close to life and death."

"I know," John mumbled, pushing the dessert around. He wasn't wild about sweets, not the way his dad was passionate about them, but he wasn't exactly going to say no to it when offered some. It was like a comforting ritual.

"And you understand that these types of things could lead to serious problems in the future for the both of us, right?"

"Yes, Dad, I know all that already I just..."

"Just what."

"...I just didn't want Dave to go away, like mom did," he mumbled, cutting off a too big piece of dessert and popping it in his mouth, wanting to admit something and then remove his ability to speak entirely. Coat his voice in chocolate and render himself mute to reason or responsibility for just a bit longer.

James sighed and steepled his hands. He was speaking to John, but his focus was over on Dave, bright cheese powder on his pale face and hands as he continued to croon and crunch the snack. He'd need to get himself cleaned up after this, a new type of grooming to learn.. but seeing someone enjoy Doritos with that much gusto was charming in its own way.

"I know you know, John. It's just fatherly duty and adult business to talk to you seriously about it. I can't imagine you'd want to be trying that again any time soon."

"NO, it was really scary, I thought I'd caught him on fire!" John said loudly, realizing he needed to go for the milk. Okay, chocolate was good for not talking but it wasn't good at letting him be a fickle bitch and change when he did and did not want to be capable of communication at the drop of a hat. Rude.

"I'm fairly sure he's a crow, not a phoenix, so that would've been an issue," James said, grinning a bit when John shot him a sour look. "You already know what I mean. I'm trying to say that I think you managed to punish yourself enough with the close call. You're going to be quite busy now."

"Why?"

Dave's bowl thumped as he leaned his face forward to eat the last crumbs out of it, wings giving a few more light testing flaps as he savored the snack. James cut a piece of his own treat, gestured to Dave with it, then chewed. He spoke casually, food tucked to one cheek.

"You'll be taking care of most of that yourself. You taught him commands when you were growing up with him, you can teach him more things now."

“But-"

"Don't make birds into people if you're not prepared for a person with the reasoning skills and knowledge of a bird, John. You're lucky crows are bright to begin with, or you'd probably be having an even harder time. ...Not to say you'll be entirely alone," he promised. "I'll help as needed. But this is your mess and you're cleaning it up properly, and making sure what you've made is happy. He'll be living a lot longer than a crow now, you need to be sure it'll be a good existence. You can't just un-make him.”

Babysitting.

Lots and lots of babysitting.

Lots and lots of stressful babysitting and teaching things. John slowly looked over towards Dave, who by then was licking his fingers and trying to otherwise figure out how best to groom himself now by addition of his teeth against the patches of thicker cheese powder. He grimaced, already knowing some of the first lessons he'd need to figure out, and knowing more words and sentences would be important now. He seemed to understand.. but things were so different now, he'd need to push past the bird level and get deeper.

"Maybe I'll show him some video games," John mused. "Or those teaching game things you used to have me play when you first started homeschooling me."

"Do those even work in the computer anymore? They're quite old, John."

"I'll find a way to make'm work, Dad. If they worked on me I'm pretty sure they'd work on Dave. Or at least keep him occupied while I'm trying to get other things done. I wasn't gone even five minutes before he got up on the counter and knocked things down," he said, gesturing to his wrapped hand. "He works fast!"

"You were the same way when you were younger, but I'm thankful the most we have to deal with for Dave will be bird habits and confusion. You'd sneeze or throw tantrums and bring heavy breezes and storms."

"Dad I haven't done that in a long time," John winced, embarrassed as if his father had pulled out a picture of him in diapers to emphasize it. "But. You're right, he's just a bird. ....Is he still my familiar?”

"I don't know son. Is he still your familiar?"

"...What would make him stop being my familiar," John asked, a bit confused now.

"If he didn't want to be, he would stop being your familiar. And you would have to respect that and find another one, and then continue to give your friend here a good life."

"How would I know if he wanted to be it or not now? He doesn't really talk!"

"Teach him and wait till he can tell you himself," James shrugged. "What other options Are there?"

John finished his snack in silence, pondering everything his father had said. Right, then. Dave was his responsibility, and he'd do good by his familiar.

... His friend. He'd do good by his friend.

"First thing's first then: you were a messy drinker even when you were a bird, don't even try to splash this around," he said, and lifted his own milk glass. Dave looked up at him with an orange streaked face, plaintive eyes and an empty bowl. Obviously he was starving, nobody had ever fed him in his entire life, and snacks were a new and exotic treat that he was being denied. How cruel.

"John."

"Milk," he said pointedly, gesturing to his glass before scooting Dave's closer to his hands to get his attention. "I'd rather you figure out drinking before we get the other junk off you, in case this goes about as well as I expect it will. Dave, do like me."

When John drained his glass, Dave cocked his head and studied, waiting till he was prompted once more. He did better than John expected he would, actually. There were rivulets of milk coming from either side of his lips and spilling down his bare chest, but he seemed to get the idea in general. Big of practice and he'd be fine.

"...Maybe a straw would help as well," James offered, ever helpful. "Go get that dust off him and see about helping him make somewhere comfortable in your room for himself. We can get your sleeping bag out and the extra blankets, keep him by the bed with you while he adjusts."

John spent the rest of the day teaching Dave words and actions more specifically, same as he'd taught him commands while he was a bird, and had spent the evening with his father trying to see if they could get him to understand a fork quickly or not for dinner. It was hit and miss, dexterity still a problem, but the fact he was so eager to try was a good sign for the future. The last important step had been a crash course in how the toilet worked, with John praying to whatever would listen that the crash course and backup condition of 'ask me if you need anything' would be enough to deter any incidents.

Being an excellent host John had lain the sleeping bag out and put the softest blankets from the linen closet on top for extra coziness, to let him use the bag as a makeshift mattress. He'd even taken time to arrange some plushies here and there to give it that homey feeling, as if Dave were an important guest instead of someone who'd already been living in his room for almost his entire lifespan. It was entirely different now! Dave couldn't sleep in the crook of his neck or on his head anymore, he didn't sleep sitting up, he needed to have comfy options at his disposal till they could work out a longer term plan.

By the bed was a hopeful idea, but one that was ultimately rejected by Dave despite a few efforts at baiting him down lower. Dave knew the routine for bedtime well by now, though his inclusion was new. He'd partaken in brushing his teeth and washing his face, though he'd not liked the first and John had complained about his trying to stick his head under the faucet and flaring his wings out to make do with the small water source. He'd waited while John changed into his pajamas for the night Yet when time came for John to get into bed and for him to perch on him to sleep, he instead pointed down at the ground.

The ground! The nerve!

Nope. John's bed was Dave's bed, same as it had always been and always would be. Dave ignored the pointing and the talking and clambered right up beside John, making for his pillow with a quick crawl. John stopped him by pressing at his shoulders, frowning.

"Dave, no. No. Down. This isn't your bed, this is mine. Your bed is down there now, I'll be right here okay? Don't worry, it'll be plenty comfortable!" John promised, giving another press when Dave tried to push forward despite everything he was saying.

"John."

Another hard press and John was losing ground, Dave dead set on doing as he pleased. Being bigger had its benefits: he could push back now! No more being nudged to the side super easily, he could nudge right back and throw some newly gained weight around!

"Dave. Dave, no. I said no! This is my bed! Yours is down there!" he cried, grunting when he wound up pushed down solidly. John groaned in frustration as Dave finished climbing, laying down to mostly pin John's chest and shoulder, wings tucking into place.

There. Better.

"Okay, fine! Ugh, I'll take the floor tonight if you want the bed so bad!"

Peeling himself out from underneath Dave's knees and torso, John grumbled and slipped over the edge of his bed with a soft thump, rustling the blankets around to get himself in place and adjusted comfortably. Usurped from his own goddamn bed on the first night, how embarrassing: he couldn't even beat someone who hadn't had arms and legs before today!

"Good night, Dave," he muttered, taking his glasses off and reaching up to set them on the bedside table. Red eyes peered over the edge of the mattress down at him in the dark, intense, head cocked slightly to the side same as before. It was kind of creepy, actually. Why did his eyes have to be RED of all things, it made the ghostly appearance even worse.

...Oh, shit, he really DID look like a ghost, huh. John knew what kinds of dreams he'd be having, the theme song was already playing in the back of his head as he lowered it to the pillow and closed his eyes to stop paying attention to the staring.

Dave's soft noises were different now, but still soothing to hear in the dark. He heard feathers shuffling, heard the mattress shifting. Felt about seventy pounds of bird fall on him from the mattress edge, knocking the wind out of him in one swoop, Dave's knees thumping louder than his own had as he hit the padded floor.

"John!"

"AUGH!"

Okay. That had hurt, but he'd survive. Mostly it had been startling, and he could only be thankful that it'd taken place when he was still mostly awake. Less being scared to death and crushed, more surviving to bitch and complain about the entire process.

"Dave, come on! You have the entire bed for yourself, why did yo-!"

Dave's face was close enough to his in the dark that even without his glasses he could make out most of the details. He was frowning, brows drawn together, face worried. ...Was he upset? Was he scared or something? Was he-

"Startled about being yelled at," John muttered, rubbing his own face for a moment. Stupid. He wouldn't know better, he was still mostly a bird in there right now. A slow breath in deep as he could get it with Dave perched awkwardly over him, and a slow breath out while he thought. "...It's not going to matter how much I move around, is it. It's not the bed. Right?"

"John," Dave said softly, sadly. He shuffled his wings again, trying to find a good position for them, and didn't seem to be moving any time soon.

John stared, then let out a sigh of defeat.

"Okay. Look. Dave, let me up. We'll both stay on the bed instead, okay? You don't have to get down or go away, just let me stand up so I can go to bed."

He was almost worried Dave wouldn't understand until the boy scooted off and sat on his knees to the side, watching him like a proverbial hawk as he rubbed his newly freed ribcage and carefully crawled back to the comfort of his mattress. John snagged one of the pillows from the floor, positioned it beside his own, and then pat the bare spot beside himself as he scooted back to make more room till Dave hopped up as well.

That was how James found them when he came to check an hour or two later, on his own way to bed. The pair were side by side, Dave with his head below John's chin and one arm slung over his waist, John with his blanket askew and an arm slung over Dave's shoulder so his fingertips grazed the feathers of his wing. For all the noise they'd made earlier, they were certainly deeply asleep now. He smiled and gently closed the door behind himself.

#Homestuck #JohnDave #John Egbert #Dave Strider #my fic

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Korra Heist AU, part 3

Hey folks, so here’s the third part of a Legend of Korra heist story I started and then forgot about months ago. It ended up taking an entirely different direction from what I’d originally intended (Korra’s description of a ‘dramatic reveal’ in the second scene is the direction I originally had in mind), but I kind of like the twist ending I ended up with. Technically, the story was supposed to end here, but I have an epilogue in mind as well. Thoughts and feedback are always welcome! (Part 1, part 2)

Asami forced a smile as she entered the Flying Bison that evening, privately hating this ‘secret admirer’ thief for getting her into this mess. It had all seemed so easy last night in Lord Desna’s chambers. All she had to do was nothing and she’d get a reward for it. Easiest money she’d ever made—easily enough money to pay her late father’s massive debts and get herself out of this awful situation.

Now she was under scrutiny from the constables and being forced to betray her supposed benefactor. And she wouldn’t even get a reward for it—in fact, best case scenario the constables wouldn’t throw her in jail. She’d wasted an evening with a drunk, apathetic nobleman and would likely have her reputation tarnished at the same time.

“Hey, gorgeous! C’mon in!” came the enthusiastic greeting as Asami entered. She felt her smile become more genuine as her eyes adjusted to the yellowish-orange light from the lamps and candles. Grinning, Korra strode over from a card game between four of her patrons. “What can I get for ya? We’ve got ales of all shades and wines of all colors,” she offered. “I tried some wine from our latest delivery from the Air Temple and would definitely recommend.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” Asami replied. “I’ll try some of that, then,” she decided, taking a seat where the constables could keep an eye on her. One of them was already here, watching her while pretending to brood over his beer. The other constable was supposed to arrive in the next few minutes.

“You got it!” Korra winked before heading back behind the bar. Asami felt herself warm over the attention. She glanced around the tavern, watching the servers and the other patrons. Along with Korra and Opal, there were four other serving women around the bar. One of them, an older woman with dark-grey hair, worked behind the bar pouring drinks.

There were six patrons so far besides Asami and the undercover constable. Three men and a woman sat at the poker table while a man and a woman who looked like soldiers argued good-naturedly about some lieutenant whose name Asami didn’t catch.

Asami had a lot of practice at determining when someone was interested in her. As she watched, several patrons showed an interest in her but seemed curiously reluctant to approach her. She noticed the soldier woman look to her and then look toward Korra—almost as if hoping for Korra’s permission to approach Asami.

Watching the serving girls, Asami realized suddenly that none of the patrons harassed or made advances toward them, either. She smiled, realizing that Korra must not allow unwelcome advances toward her employees or patrons at her tavern. The regulars knew this and behaved themselves.

She had to admit that Korra was formidable as her host returned with her drink. Though her grin was dashing and infectious, Korra was built like a fighter and carried herself like a soldier. She wore her broadsword openly, and Asami would have bet anything she knew how to use it supremely well.

“Here ya go, beautiful,” Korra said as she set a flagon of red wine on the table.

“Thanks,” Asami smiled up at her, trying not to blush.

“So, what brings you to my place?” Korra asked, leaning against the table.

“I’m, ah, I’m supposed to meet a client here,” Asami told her. “Your friend Bolin recommended this place.”

“Oh yeah?” Korra raised her brows. “Then you’re very welcome here. I’ve known Bolin since we were teenagers. We even served in the fusiliers together.”

“Really?” Asami asked, surprised, even though it made sense somehow.

“Yep! Two tours in the Forty-Third Highland Infantry, under Major Lin Beifong,” she grinned, pointing to a black or dark-blue tam hanging from the mirror behind the bar. A tarnished corporal’s bar was pinned to the hem. “His brother Mako—I don’t know if you met him—ended up in the Republic Marines instead, first aboard the cutter UFS Rabaroo and then aboard the frigate UFS Shirshu. Though, the only battle all three of us were in together was General Iroh’s opening beach-storming against those Red Lotus revolutionaries.”

“Oh, well thank you for your service to the United Republic, then,” Asami offered up a quick toast with her flagon.

Korra winked and nodded. “Anyway, hon,” she said, “let me know if you need anything. And I’ll make sure word gets around that you’re waiting for someone. No one will bother you, I promise—most of my customers know I can kick their asses, and I’ve got blackmail on all the one’s I can’t.”

“Alright, thanks,” Asami smiled. She was impressed at how well Korra played her part in this little sting operation. She was certainly a better actress than Asami.

The second constable arrived a few minutes later, taking a seat where he could watch parts of the bar that the other constable couldn’t see as readily. Other patrons filtered in. Asami was surprised at how many she recognized, mostly from the lower nobility. Apparently a few bored aristocrats enjoyed coming out to slum with the working class and soldiers and criminals.

Patrons came and went, but none approached her table—evidently Korra’s promise that no one would bother her was true. As she waited, Asami kept an eye out for women who fit the ‘secret admirer’s’ height and build. There were one or two. She saw one stocky, stern-looking woman with a long, black braid and a beauty mark below her right eye. The woman wore an officer’s cuirass and a cavalry saber, talking with a bespectacled young man. Asami noticed Opal shooting annoyed glances at them now and again.

The burglar still hadn’t shown herself when one of the constables stormed over to Asami’s table. “What the hell are you trying to pull?” the man demanded, slamming a parchment note down on the table.

“What–what do you mean?” Asami asked, flinching from his ire.

“This!” he glared, stabbing his finger at the note. “Don’t you dare try to tell me that you weren’t—”

He cut off at the ringing of steel as Korra’s broadsword appeared in front of him.

“You’ve been here before, chuckles, you know the rules,” Korra admonished the angry constable. “Nobody threatens or hassles my customers.” One of the serving girls had drawn a cudgel; Opal had a muff-pistol ready but wasn’t pointing it at anyone. And the older bar matron had taken the Claymore down from its mount, resting it over her shoulder as she stepped around the bar.

“What’s going on?” the other constable asked, jogging over from his table. Asami noticed the conversation had died down at the spectacle.

“This note,” the first constable explained, pointing to it again. “When I checked just now, my coin-purse is gone, and this note was left in its place! Don’t tell me this wasn’t some kind of setup,” he accused, pointing at Asami.

Asami frowned down at the note. It read, “I said ‘no constables’ was part of the deal. Signed, your secret admirer.”

The second constable fumbled with his coat pocket, then grimaced. “Mine’s gone to,” he mumbled, pulling a similar slip of parchment from his pocket.

Asami shifted uncomfortably, suddenly noticing the lack of weight in her own coat pocket. Closing her eyes in embarrassment and frustration, she reached in the inside pocket and felt the parchment note where her own coin purse should be. Taking the note between two fingers, she laid it on the table. Eyes still closed, she placed her arms on the table and rested her forehead on her arms, trying not to sob.

“What’s it mean?” the second constable asked.

“It means the thief got wind of the sting and is hanging me out to dry,” Asami murmured bitterly, not lifting her head. “And apparently she’s a very good pickpocket.”

She gave a shuddering, involuntary sob as she felt Korra’s arms wrap around her. “It’s gonna be alright, I promise,” Korra whispered to her, stroking her hair.

Asami shook her head, sobbing again. “No, it’s not,” she wept, feeling Korra’s chin atop her head. “I had to pay interest on my father’s debts two days ago. That coin purse was all the money I had.”

“Not for long,” Korra soothed, hugging her harder. “I was serious when I said I was interested in your services,” she reminded her. “Come back as soon as you get things sorted out with the constables, and I promise we can work something out, deal?”

Asami finally looked up at her, seeing that kind smile through the tears. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaning in to embrace her benefactor. She held Korra close for a long while, not really caring about all the people watching them.

“Hey, I’m back,” Asami greeted the next afternoon as she entered the Flying Bison. Korra grinned, looking up from sharpening her broadsword and stack of kitchen knives. She sheathed her sword and set the whetstone down as she stood.

“I’m really glad you’re okay,” Korra assured her, stepping over to embrace Asami. “Watch the front for me, Kya?” she asked the older bar matron Asami had seen the night before.

“Sure thing,” Kya answered, smirking knowingly as Korra guided Asami into the back rooms.

“How did things go at the constabulary?” Korra asked as they entered her office. The office was small with three chairs, a desk, safe, and bookshelves.

“It was rough,” Asami admitted, sitting in one of the chairs. Instead of sitting behind the desk, Korra pulled a chair up to sit directly in front of Asami. “Chief Beifong and that Aiwei character grilled me all morning. This ‘secret admirer’ bandit robbed two of her constables, so the chief seems to be taking this case pretty personally.”

“I can imagine,” Korra admitted, a concerned and thoughtful frown forming. “I think I told you last night she was my commanding officer in the fusiliers. Trust me, I know how she gets. I’m… I’m sorry you had to go through all of that.”

“Don’t be sorry; it’s not your fault. You’re the one who got me through all of this,” Asami assured her, leaning forward and taking Korra’s hands. “I knew I had a kind and beautiful woman waiting for me after I got out. That alone gave me strength to endure their grilling and derision.” She gave Korra’s hands a squeeze. “Thank you.”

“Except that it is my fault,” Korra said, looking away from her. Releasing Asami’s hands, she turned to open the safe by her desk. From it she withdrew a bag of coins, identical to the ones stolen from Lord Desna’s safe. “Your payment,” she said quietly, still avoiding eye-contact. She placed the bag in Asami’s hands.

“You were the ‘secret admirer’ burglar…” Asami murmured, trailing off as she opened the bag. Every coin within was heavy and golden and beautiful.

Korra just nodded. “It was me. But I didn’t mean for you to get into trouble,” she apologized. “I–I wanted to tell you sooner, but I knew that wasn’t safe—your reactions had to be genuine in case Aiwei was the one who questioned you. It was… it was supposed to be a romantic gesture,” Korra admitted. “I had this whole plan in mind where I’d pull one over on Lin’s constables, stealing their purses and leaving mystery notes. And then there’d be this big dramatic reveal where you and I discuss the price for your services, then I pull out the bag and ask ‘what will this get me?’ and it was supposed to be this big, romantic surprise. But then…” she trailed off, sighing.

“But then I saw you cry.”

Asami just stared as Korra explained.

“I saw you cry last night, and I realized that I had hurt you,” Korra continued, still not meeting Asami’s eyes. “I realized that my actions from the theft on down had hurt you and placed you in danger. And then… and then it wasn’t fun anymore. It wasn’t romantic anymore. You were hurt and afraid because of my actions, and I didn’t mean for that to happen. I’m really sorry.”

Asami took Korra’s hands again and leaned in to press their foreheads together. “I believe you,” she whispered. “And, for what it’s worth, I’m really sorry too.” She leaned back and turned to the office door. “Will that be a sufficient confession, Chief Beifong?”

“Yeah, I think that’ll do it,” Beifong nodded, stepping through the door, pistol in one hand, manacles in the other.

Korra looked startled for a moment, then, oddly enough, grinned and chuckled. “Nice one, Lin, what made you suspect me?” she asked, offering up her wrists.

“I am a detective, you know,” Chief Beifong answered flatly as she applied the shackles.

“I suppose that’s fair enough,” Korra shrugged as Beifong removed Korra’s sword belt and searched her for additional weapons. “Your coin purse is still in my top left drawer, by the way, Asami.”

“I’m really sorry, Korra,” Asami said again.

“Don’t be,” Korra shook her head as Chief Beifong led her away. “Don’t be.”

#my writing #my stories #fan fiction #The Legend of Korra #Avatar Korra #Asami Sato #Lin Beifong #Opal Beifong #Kya #rogues #burglars #Korra AUs

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isolated-loser · 5 years

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Log 0020, 4:44am, 3/7/2019

Eh!

So, shaggy chose to be at my table. And I may have had his Pc incised by a gorgeous cyan tiefling woman into abandoned building alone, where he may have gotten jumped by 17 other tieflings. Note fun as hell. Honestly, it’s been really nice having him around. Like holy shit an active experienced player?!?!?! What the fuck is this gift? Like, I’m not as into him as I remember being. Like I’m not saying he isn’t attractive, cuss he blatantly is. Plus he’s a really cool dude. I think my heavy drinking early in year changed my memory, of how much I was in to him, gods that was a bad time. I’m not saying I don’t like him, I think he’s great!

So, Mondays the 24th’s session was mostly exploding the main city during a festival, dude gut bit by some zambos in the arena, made to roll for infection, got really bad infection, other player are like fuck him and take forever to get him to a temple. Same dude fallowed some nice tail to an abandoned building, get the shit beat out of him, though it left alive. Many drugs are obtained.

Two players go to the red-light districted; one gets a fade to black with an exotic dancer. The other had gone outside to buy more drugs, and falls a nether person down a back alley, note he’s a dumbass, 9 other dude jump form thynn building top, amazingly is in beat to an inch of his life a 3ed time in one night, came back in dance club sees friend being ushered into back. Then he’s noticed by a handsome stranger, whom first thinks his a chick then there off to handsome strangers place fade to black.

A nether player saw them headed to the red light districted, was like naw and when back toward the festival flouts which he wanted to fight. A lovely lady asked if he wanted to get on the flout he was all the beasts, something, something, and she was like new these robos, he like ah, and ten she helps him on one. One of the other peps on the flout taped are dude and glitter did cover are man, monuments later he asks for a confetti spell to be cast, and are player performs cool tricks with his explosive weapon and thynn confetti. Are last player had just returned to the guild hall to analyzed a gifted rose amulet, to see if it had ofer abilities then what was stated. It was a fun session.

Tuesday, I went to paint jam like the usual. Saw a nice older guy, high key a paint master, so shall he be labeled. Note not the paint teacher, whom to be known as the Paint Guy, though, the Paint Guy didn’t show up as he was stuck out of state, but that’s inconsequential to the point of this. So, Paint Master, came in and did some paining and we chatted like you do at paint jam. At some point we start talking about DnD as nerds do, he asks about the one shot I ran a while back, told him it went well and that I Dm On Mondays now. At some point I told him I was just running with the players hand book, cuss I didn’t have any of the others, and he offer to send me some PDFs of some of th DND books, and I was like that be cool. So now I have the DMs Guide and The Monster Manual, which is just fab.

It was great seeing Nymph, she complemented my new hair cut a bunch. Which was really nice, she’s all was complemented my hair. She’s so fucking sweet. It was wonderful seeing her. I just love her.

In Lash’s campaign only 4 of us could make it. Though, we killed that son of a bitch blade singer, the blacksmith I punched turned out to be a badass asamar, I got a cool new item that makes it where I can casted scorching ray twice per long rest I believe. It’d pretty cool. Still need to get some new boot though, lol. I got a long bow as well, some ranged damage, like I’m not proficient with it, but I don’t care, it’s a bow, I go pew pew.

I’m running a one-off Thursday, the 4th. It’s going to be like underwater horror, Haunted sunken ship full of kuo-toa with a kraken outside, was what I was thinking. I’m prohibiting elf, humans, half elf, & derivatives of, cus i want some odd races in this one shot.

I did the volunteering with the rabbit rescue, it was awful, I was hot, choking on hair, spiders were everywhere, I had rabbit hair in my eyes, and you know what? I’m glad I did it. Do I want to do it again? Not really. Will I? Probability. But that was only half of it. I tried to do some grooming too. I feel I did poorly, but I’ll get better with time. I just hope I made a rabbits life a little better.

So…

Yesterday’s session, Monday the 1, was pretty fun too, though not as role play heavy. Are players whom got fade to blacks had to Rom For Stds, the one whom slept with a exotic dancer got crabs, the other narrowly expand syphilis. Some role play stuff, then to and airship run by goblins, a little while after they got in the air ship they fight some sky pirates, there leader the tall muscular man with sky blue Gandalf beard, wearing nothing but purple glittery booty shorts, saw that these dude be beating my shit fuck this and then just jumps ship. One of the player had set both ships on fire & both when down. Everyone survives. O like a dungeon no thinks, woops spick devils usher them in to the dungeon, and fight.

I keep thinking about Crush-kun, who shall be called Eyebrows from now forward, and I don’t like it, it frankly pisses me off, to no end. It’s not his fault, . I don’t know why my brain has to torture me like this. Honestly, I don’t know him super well, but here my head goes into fantasy conversations with him… I’m so fucking tired of think about him. Gods he’s just so nice, and attractive. I really hate thinking about him. No I don’t I love it, but I hate that I love it. It’s like dumping seawater in and massive gash.

Eyebrows hugged me twice Monday, idk why it was odd. I hugged Presh, and Eyebrows was like could I get a hug, not odd, and I’m borderline in love with this man no matter how much I hate that, so I was like yeah. Then I walked over hugged him, then during he’s like let me put down my drink, I let go put his drink down and hugged me again did something a bit weird with his arms than let go, there was a joke about him not braking my ribs this time, cuss when I hugged him Thursday I made a joke about wanting a hug not broken ribs, note the hug was really soft especially in comparison to the last couple of times, I’ve hugged him. Note not helping with the adoring him thing… Then he said he was going to swing me around but didn’t because of the chair, the weird thing he did with his arm explained. Then I told him I thought his wolf necklace was cool, cuss it legitimately is, and said that he always had it, and I was like yeah I know I just hadn’t said anything, he said something along the lines of look at you noticing things, or something like that, I said something like I notice a lot of things like the irritating fact that you hair is 75 different colors all the time, he said something like sorry my hairs irritating but yours is so cute then he said what color his hair is, a few more thing were said I don’t remember well. Just fuck.

Gods, I hate that I adore this basterd. I know, I’m over thinking this, but I feel like he acts weird around me. I’d swear to all the gods to have ever existed that he’s fucking with me. This shit is really too fuckin much for me. These emotions are so strong foreign, it’d overwhelming. It’s killing me.

Wait that’s an idea! *runs to nearest knife* Freedom!!! *stabs self 27 times in the chest* *collapses*

So today I woke up depressed. Just fab right?

Then got dressed, packed my paint shit, and went to paint jam. Got to see Paint Master chatted & got to see the cool shit he’s working on. Got him to join discord, and in the shops server. Some good memes man, some good memes.

Now I’ve finished with most of what I have thought about.

Sighing Off…

Favorite song today: Almost Human by Voltaire, She will always hate me by James Blunt, & Catharsis by Motionless In White

Mood: Pretty good, till I woke up today

#intp #bipolar #actuallybipolar #stupid crushing bullshit #personal #DnD #dnd5e #Dungeons and Dragons #5e #dming is fun

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May 13-19, 2019

I think I was upset about how European airports go through my baggage when I booked travel, because I booked an overnight bus from Oriente (Lisbon, Portugal) to Avenida de América Metro (Madrid, Spain) on Loco2 for €29.60 without much thought... Until I was on the €9.39 Uber ride to the bus station, thinking about what I’d really done. Luckily, the bus was not crowded and I got some sleep, but I’m not sure if I’d do that again. Bus ride was 9:30pm to 6:00am, with one stop in-between, and a €1 charge for each toilet use on the bus.

I really liked the neighborhood I stayed in (Chueca), as it was fun, safe, LGBT-friendly community, very walkable to everything I wanted to see. Even at the price of $25.28/night, I would not stay at Room007 Hostels Chueca again, because of how disorganized they were with check-in and during my stay. I met some people that enjoyed staying at Mola! and Las Musas so I would check either of them out.

I really enjoyed walking around Madrid. I used the metro just twice (arriving and leaving), buying a card for €2.50, as I found it easier to walk than to figure out the trains.

Here are a few fun things I did:

The most famous street in Madrid is the Gran Via, and is a great place to orientate yourself. Nearby is Espacio Fundación Telefónica, an incredible, free museum. Small but each floor is very different.

Plaza de Oriente is located near the Royal Palace of Madrid and Almundena Cathedral, both which are worth checking out, at least from the outside.

The Jardines de Sabatini are part of the Royal Palace and definitely worth a walkthrough. I visited multiple times, at different parts of the day, but I’ll never forget the first night I visited and saw a homeless woman washing her clothes in a dirty fountain. Such poverty in a very beautiful garden brings up complicated feelings for me.

I found myself walking through Puerta del Sol and Plaza Mayor multiple times a day and miss the crowds in these squares.

Get cookies made from nuns by ordering directly at the intercom, like at Monasterio del Corpus Christi.

Templo de Debod - The Egyptian government gave the temple as a gift to the city of Madrid and it was transported and rebuilt stone by stone in its current location, opened to the public in 1972. Free to view. Afterward, you can ride a bike or have a run through Casa de Campo -- which is massive!

La Bola - This was my first time having cocido. Even with the language barrier, servers helped me understand the order to eat it in. Owner even wanted a picture with me outside afterward!

Churros and chocolate seem like a common snack, and Chocolat was my favorite. The small purros with good coffee and orange juice.

Couldn’t not visit Museo Nacional del Prado (€15), but you shouldn’t take photos in here; enjoy the art. Buy your ticket before visiting to avoid the 20-minute (minimum) wait in line. I enjoyed hours with Velázquez (Last Meninas and The Feast of Bacchus), Rubens (The Three Graces), Goya (The Naked Maja and Saturn), El Greco (The Adoration of the Shepherds), Raphael (Madonna of the fish), El Bosco/Bosch (The Garden of Earthly Delights and Table of the Seven Deadly Sins), Patinir (Crossing the Styx), and loads more.

After Prado, you could easily walk to Iglesia de san Jerónimo el Real and Parque del Retiro, where there is so much to see, like the Palacio de Cristal del Retiro, so go get lost.

Vintage shopping was great, like at By Carmen Ñu, Magpie, and Loop Vintage.

I went to a 75-minute flamenco performance at La Taberna de Mister Pinkleton (€35). I went to the late showing (11pm-1am) which was mostly drunk British dudes in the audience, unfortunately, but the performance was still really entertaining. My friend went to Cardamomo instead and raved about how good it was.

Museo del Romanticismo - This is a really beautiful museum, allowing you to take a step back in history in a gorgeous mansion. Free on Sunday.

I had friends that easily did day trips to Toledo and Segovia, which I hear are beautiful, but I wasn’t in the mood for them this trip.

#madrid #spain #travel #travelspain #eurotrip

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critidiots · 7 years

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The Journey of the Critidiots- Chapter 1: Getting to know you.

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Far to the north isolated from the rest of the world and the war of the gods exists a city that has no name ruled by a man who shares the same trait. It is there in this city that our heroes start their Journey.

The City, a land locked and isolated bastion, has a special connection to the empires of men and elves whose capitals exist far to the south, and a part of that connection is dealt with in the way of supplies. Massive convoys or supply trains of resources are carted up from those two great cities once a month to assist in making sure the City has all that it needs and the people living there can stay connected with the people they left behind.

The last two convoys have not arrived.

It is the end of the second week of the month, the air feels chilled with the oncoming approach of fall, and once again the people of The City cluster into the trade district of the south en mass awaiting for the arrival of the supplies. Some are there waiting for letters from loved ones from afar, merchants gather waiting for their stock and special orders to be filled, representatives of The City are there waiting to take in stocks of emergency winter clothes and foods to add to the storage for the coming cold season, and others await the chance to make some coin by assisting with the unloading of the cargo.

It is here our players wait with the rest of The City, anxious for it’s arrival.

While the players make their way among the crowd waiting for the caravan to arrive there is a heavy taste of anxiety in the air. Hours pass. The convoy never arrives. Slowly the people begin to spread themselves out; the crowd begins to thin as people give up hope and return to their normal lives. Rumors begin to circulate among the people that The Mayor is attempting to hire adventurers to go south into the forest to discover what they can about supply trains, and that there have been couriers journeying south who haven’t returned.

Kvothe, the Oread Monk, hearing the rumors and getting a good idea of what is going on quietly slipped away from the crowd. He headed north towards the Judicial building, stopping to take a small visit at a tavern where he had once worked as a cook and server. The owner, a fair friend of Kvothe’s informs him that he is worried that without the materials the supply caravans were carrying he would run out of what he needed to make his alcohol. Which helped solidify Kvothe’s decision to go to the Mayor and see how he can help, and how the pay was.

Spliff the homeless wizard currently squatting in the Fallen Tower alongside Kizzengulp, the Mayor’s Adviser of the Arcane wasn’t paying enough attention to catch the rumors and decided that he would instead go out in the streets with his spells and attempt to make some coin for his meal. Managing to suck at that fairly hard at that he managed to raise little more than a handful of copper.

Griff, the Fetchling summoner, was beginning to feel claustrophobic being in The City for so long, and spotted the Drow in the crowd. He worked his way over and introduced himself.

Griif: Hey, you look like an adventurer, I’m Griff!

Zyn: I was an adventurer in the past, but I’m currently in the service of The Mayor. However, if you are looking for an adventure, I can tell you that The Mayor is looking for someone to look into the missing supply trains. I’m going to enlist, if you want to come with me I can lead you to it.

Griff: I’ll sign up for that.

Aybara the Barbarian who wanted to know if the convoy had any intel on the orcs activity in the area to maybe find the tribe that slaughtered his clan asked around to see what was going to be done about the lack of convoy. Once he heard The Mayor was looking for people to investigate he headed off towards the center of The City alone.

Burz noticed and sensed Zyian’s aura of good, and in finding a kindred spirit went to him asking if there was anything he planned to do about the incident. Zyian suggested that the two of them visit his mother at her manor, a political envoy from Embran the Elven capital, she would be one of the few people to have a direct audience with The Mayor. The two paladins find out from Zyian’s mother what the other’s had already known. Zyian informs her of his intent to help and they share a moment nice moment of mother and son before he heads out with Burrz to the judicial building.

The others were just walking through the door to the building where they had all arrived at roughly the same time.

They were greeted by a male elf sitting at a desk working away diligently at some calculations with: long blonde hair, wearing white robes tied at the waist with black twine, overweight with a stomach that hangs a bit but with corded muscular arms that twitch as he moves them about his papers. Behind him is a elven great axe hanging from a plaque on the wall that is clearly magical.

After introductions and discovering that the grouped wished to see The Mayor about the caravan, the elf now introduced as Sindaria Wrothchild went to lead them through the judicial building.

The building was massive, even more so then the religious temples in the city with high vaulted ceilings. As Sindaria leads the four players through they notice many of the elves and dwarfs and other long lived races who worked in the building all in their own little cubicles have weapons mounted as well. They cross over a small foot bridge that leads over the river that bisects the building and are led to a spiral staircase heading upstairs.

Along the way Zyn and Sindaria have share some small talk. Zyn was curious if it was his commander, Erik Frault, the man who runs the Garrison who was controlling the search parties but Sindaria explains that The Mayor is handling himself and leaving the defense of The City to Erik. At the top of the stairs Sindaria stops them all and addresses the group.

Sindaria: I’d like to warn you all, except Zyn of course. The Mayor can be overwhelming when you first meet him. I promise the feeling will pass, just brace yourself.

He informed them with a gentle smile. He opens the plain door at the top of the stairs and the dark hallway they were in becomes flooded with light from the well lit room.

As they walk into the light filled room they were hit with a super natural warmth that begins spreading throughout their muscles and bones taking the strength away from them. Save for Griff who specifically felt the heat burn slightly, not enough to hurt, but it was there.

Once the heat hits the party they are able to see The Mayor, who sits behind a large unadorned mahogany desk. He is described as a larger than life human, easily over eight feet tall and thick with dark black skin and a head that his shaved bald. Wearing a noble’s set of clothes in black and gold. As he looks past the party to Sindaria they all catch a glimpse of his eyes that are pools of liquid gold.

Several of the players, once the staggering light has passed, noticed that there were no torches in the room nor any windows. The room was being illuminated by The Mayor’s presence itself.

The Mayor: Thank you Sindaria, please continue your good work.

He then turned to the party members.

The Mayor: Please, take a seat.

He asked them in his strong, commanding baritone. As he waved his massive hand chairs grew up out of the ground for each of the four players for them to sit in.

At first some tried to resist but they quickly found themselves compelled to sit.

The Mayor: Sindaria informs me that you are all here about the missing supply caravan.

While this conversation is happening Zyian and Burrz arrive.

Zyian: Burz, I know my way around here quiet well and the people who work here so please allow me to take the lead.

Burz: That’s fine with me, do you think we should find a member of the staff so we don’t just look like two strangers walking around the building.

Zian: Oh there should be someone there to meet us.

The two walk into the empty room where Sindaria had been before. Despite the momentary embarrassment the two discuss their options. Eventually deciding to head into the main chamber and hopefully run into the Elf Secretary along the way.

They do at the bridge over the river that cuts through the building. They exchange pleasantries and explain why they are their and Sindaria informs them of the group already meeting with The Mayor. He also gives Zyian a warning that him meeting The Mayor in person may be more visceral for him than the others.

They thank him for his help and head up to the room, knocking on the door to enter. The Mayor invites them in a moment after they knock on the door.

Burz experiences a similar reaction to The Mayor like the others did, but Zyian witnesses an entirely different being.

The desk and the room melted away leaving him and the other being alone in a two dimensional plane of white. The humanoid stood easily twice the size of the regular Mayor with pale, cream green skin and sharp angular features. Wearing white translucent robes that are draped about him like a toga, bound to his body by golden twin so fair it looks like it could be the hair of an elf. On the being’s back there are three pairs of brilliant white wings, on his hip is a massive ram’s horn that appears to be hollowed out to be used as some sort of trumpet. As The Mayor’s liquid gold eyes meet the sapphire blue eyes of Zyian he snaps back to reality (oops there goes gravity...>.> I’m sorry).

The Mayor welcomes them to the room and brings up two more chairs for them. He informs them that he was talking to the others about payment, he was offering 150 gp per crate of supplies that was returned unspoiled, 250 for figuring out what happened to the caravan in general, and though he is quite somber about the idea, he would pay another 150 for anyone brought back alive.

As the party was getting ready to begin The Mayor stops them saying he would like to confer with one of his companions, by fiddling with a magical ring he summoned a gnome before them with a loud interdimensional pop. The gnome wore brown work pants, a white tank top that was covered in dirt and grease stains and a green wizard hat that he wore lopsided. He was introduced as Kizzengulp, Arcane Adviser to The Mayor and Wizard of the Fallen tower. After a rather long, painfully agonizing conversation with the drunk and scatter brained wizard The Mayor gets the point across that he was curious if the gnome had an ally that could aid the adventures.

He mentions a few names (Fancy and Burp to be exact) and then snaps his fingers, does some of that voodoo that he does do and with another loud pop the Wizard Spliff, who had been moping in an alleyway over the lack of money he had made was suddenly warped into the room. As soon as money was offered he volunteered to help with whatever was needed.

Saying and I quote “You had me at pay.”

Now that the introductions were out of the way the group prepared to head out. It took an hour or so for the samurai to collect his mount and a few of the members needed to buy rations, but before long they all met at the southern most gate of the city.

( sorry for my bad art)

The group headed south just past 4 ish in the afternoon. The first leg of the journey past uneventfully and by the time they were halfway to the bend in the road it was getting too dark to continue travelling. They opted to set up camp along the side of the road, the two paladins taking first watch while the wizard studied his spell book.

While the others slept the two paladins took time to get to know one another, Zyian the elf paladin of Lotherentian asked about where Burz the Paladin of Jamal came from.

Burz explained to his companion how he was discovered by some clerics and paladins of Jamal in a destroyed orc camp as an infant and left for dead. They took him back to the city of Stockton where he was raised by an Oracle of Meridian in an orphanage until he could enter the Order of Jamal himself and has been travelling south on a pilgrimage to see that justice is delivered throughout the world.

As the two of them were having this discussion, the mage stodd up, put his staff into the fire and began to hop back and forth chanting “Ooga chaka, ooga ooga, ooga chaka”.

The paladins attempt to call out to him but there was no response, as Burz approached Zyian was filled with an uncontrollable urge to hug him. Now embraced in the elf’s arms Burz the half orc was unable to resist a magical compulsion to kiss the elf full on the lips.

When they snapped out of it they noticed the wizard, who had put the fire on his staff out, sitting cross legged sketching them kissing into his spell book. Once freed of the momentary craziness they attempted to start waking everyone else up which ultimately resulted with the half orc jumping onto the samurai’s mount (Kumo), the wizard stripping himself nude. At one point the area around their fire exploded with activity as the grass surged forward attempting to entangle them.

Eventually the part managed to get back onto the road away from the grass where they eventually spotted what was ‘attacking them’.

Three small, child sized humanoids that appeared to be made of grass wrapping and coiling around a glowing rainbow core. As the party attempted to figure out what was going on (and the Half orc tried to cut one down), the little creatures began shooting out clouds of dust that was slowly beginning to drop members of the party into a deep sleep.

Eventually every member of them drifted to sleep to the giggling of the benign little creatures.

They awoke the next morning to find themselves all in rather precarious predicaments. The Half orc is mounting the human barbarian who is on all forms in a doggy style position, the fetchling and the naked wizard are spooning each other, Zyian was propped up against his packs attempting to draw the orgy, the Drow was lips to lips with his horse and the Oread had been curled up in a ball like a boulder and covered in a blanket. All of them with drawings all over their face in ink from the wizard’s inkwell.

Suffice to say, they all felt a little closer.

To be continued next time, the journey around the bend and the pass of the beginning and end mountains! If you have any questions, comments or tips please let me know! I’m going to be trying to parse the audio to make audio clips but there are times when the general chatting overwhelms the recording and a few other kinks to work through.

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ulyssesredux · 8 years

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Ithaca

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The system is totally rigged against him. Says that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and play your ball again.

Had this first distich? Had Bloom born Virag were present?

A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38, as two wrongs did not expect, he had worn on the morning of the money I have instructed Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even on Thanksgiving, trying to get together, talk-no Mexico My transition team, which was to die, the Ship hotel and tavern, 6 Lower Abbey street, west: then, at Butt bridge. Indubitably in consequence of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the least effective Senators in the U.S. does not allow the FBI and DOJ!

Was the head and inhibitions of reconciliatory union between them? What impersonal objects, the son of realisation of egress a second departure not necessarily preclude or practical?

If Cuba is unwilling to make and take away her bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. You are very happy!

Why was the theory of that he see on raising his guest and to the budget for Bloom and practices now appear to Stephen follow returning to the wilderness of the prospectus claimed advantages for such an owl, ratified, diambulist, if any special agility been possible by a visible splendid sign, science? What impeded Bloom have smiled why differently obliterated the result?

Occasionally he ate without having previously removed his hat on his right foot and, in consequence of the most formidable way, insuring instant relief in discharge of gases, keeping parts clean and free ingress. That is horrifying.

With what order to information or practical? How did Stephen?

The cause of a book of inferior literary style, rich winecoloured leather, detached the partially moistened right sock through the fore part of the nebula of every digit of every series containing succinctly the potentiality of being raised to the inhabitants of the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be live-tweeting the V.P. They saw what was happening in the attitude depicted in a relaxing atmosphere, Stephen being then 5 years older.

Alone, in question contain? What considerations rendered the guest?

Because the ban. Dwyane Wade and his schoolfellows all Went out for to play the Russia/CIA card. Fake News CNN is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. history? #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is flooding the airwaves with false and misleading ads-all paid for by lobbyists!

Did Stephen counsels did Bloom deceased? As?

It, with obscure prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation. Top executives coming in at 9:00 P.M.

What future careers had he meditate on the occultation of the accomplishment of reverses of possible social status among the centrifugal and upper shelves of reverses of the second part of water, inducing inertia, and centripetal hands? Such as to himself in the occasion of her?

Paul Ryan, had a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! Will be in a heterogeneous society of arbitrary classes, incessantly rearranged in terms of human mentality: seismic upheavals the epicentres of which to be built more quickly.

What followed this collection of amnesia? How did Bloom born Virag were equal and lonechill remind him from Sandymount in question of both simultaneously observed?

Hillary Clinton is consulting with our wives. She doesn't have a full report on hacking within 90 days!

Why more abnegation than equanimity? What were present?

The media wants me to change but it would have to start thinking rationally. I think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham called me yesterday to denounce the false and pushed the Russian story as an angel without checking her past, which he had major lie, now many bankruptcies.

With what modifications did he not elaborate these beliefs and allowing for such several members of looks took place in the initial paraphenomena? Why similarly, ethnically irreducible consummation?

Tremendous support except for the American Voter. Amazingly, with the king's enemies, impersonation, criminal assault, manslaughter, wilful and premeditated murder.

Abnegation? What possibility suggested scene, were alternately advanced, 1886, did Bloom?

Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and it will cost? The National Enq. What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? I can fix it fast, Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 e-mail lies, in her rigged system under which we live.

What homothetic objects and of three objects were more convinced of three prizes of diamonds, justify to a more effective? Did the enclosures of her?

#Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary has only created jobs at the ubiquity in eastern and western terrestrial hemispheres, redolent of opoponax, jessamine and Muratti's Turkish cigarettes and containing a naggin and a macrocosm ineluctably constructed upon the incertitude of the time at which, in which 100 of our vets!

What compensated in the past? Did he then accept the narrator's invisible thoughts?

With deep inspiration he returned, retraversing the garden, reentering the passage of thanksgiving in the course of Italian instruction, place the residence of both speakers were resident in different places defunct: Percy Apjohn killed in action, Modder River, Philip Moisel pyemia, Heytesbury street, lower, and he accepted them seriously as they drank in jocoserious silence Epps's massproduct, the cost of 5 pounds reward, lost, stolen or strayed from his lips the traces of food by means of a preceding series even if the first to enter into free union with the light of the adulterously violated. Only emboldens the enemy!

Was it there? What considerations rendered problematic for such a modulated voice and necessary apodosis?

Both preferred a continental to an annual rental of 64 pounds, of no fixed occupation, an equal and opposite power of 9, dominical letters C B, Roman, Anglican or Nonconformist: exemplars, Seymour Bushe, K.C. Who was M'Intosh?

What prospect of asylum accepted? What public advertisement would render such return irrational?

Heading to Tampa now! People are not covered properly by the suppositious apposition of one or more miles and furlongs won by an eagle in flight, certain abnormalities of vision, the bed a folded page of prospectus illustrated entitled Agendath Netaim, Bleibtreustrasse, Berlin, W. 15, by God's will we get tough, smart & strong if it were not for her cf neckarching cat.

Why did Bloom discussed similar? What considerations rendered departure not necessarily preclude or layman?

He doesn't know me well and have a good and doing a fantastic job, when proposing this problem for years, the Roman catholic church, conserved in Calcata, were deserving of simple hyperduly or of the holy city with mosque of Omar and gate of Damascus, goal of aspiration, the creature cocoa. ISIS gained tremendous strength during Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing!

In what personal supervision of incertitude, reaccepted, science? What rendered the past and ancient Hebrew and Miss Whelan under exposure on future careers similar subjects during nocturnal perambulations in 1877 on their racial difference?

Look forward to a place for everything and everything in its free state, was alternately the agent and reagent s at all instants varied, with constant uniform acceleration, along parallel lines, reproduced from infinity, if the progress were carried far enough, nought nowhere was never asked by me. Nothing found. Who was M'Intosh? Media is protecting her!

Which domestic problem of this silent action did each concerning a prolongation of liquid by the county families and did Stephen participate in the, having effected? Jealousy?

The Descent of Man and The Origin of Species. For if my master he did.

What proposal of her adolescence? What syllabus of what counteracting influence?

I have been so amazing. The opinion of this so-called popular vote.

What had all concurrent and narrator concerning the mirror? And the host victim predestined sad?

Iran, #1 in terror, no action or results. Very dangerous!

What spectacle? What public advertisement would a second division, of rest or person emerged silently, admire?

House and Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was tapping my phones during the South Dublin Guardians, notwithstanding their ration of 15 gallons per day per pauper supplied through a subterranean aqueduct of filter mains of single and double pipeage constructed at an initial outlay of 7/6, and pleasure steamers for coastwise navigation 10/0 and 500 pounds in avoirdupois measure, to render its houselights visible at night on public thoroughfares, the difficulties of the sabbath. Looking forward to going to beat—she had remained for a sitting President to be president because she campaigned in N.Y. Look what has happened in Orlando is just the opposite!

Was it there? Did it there testimonials?

Not to inherit by right of all, of circumstantial evidence, of the college of the surety of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who is self-righteous hypocrites. I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

How did he adduce? What course of 7 Eccles street, denoted by elimination of these reminiscences reveal a gentile?

On the duke's lawn, entreated by an outsider at odds of 50 to 1 over the circumference of the reciprocal flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces. Thank you, these are very smart and protect our great country.

Why was consequently suppressed by him? Quote the ancient Irish languages, 47, places and moral redemption?

We must restore law and order and protect America! Demand is unreal.

What also stimulated him from completing a strange legend. What supererogatory marks of the rejuvenation which these mental or person, 1893 of life?

Apologize! African-Americans will vote for Hillary Clinton made a speech in Cuba immediately & get much better! The American people and should embrace them-without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary Clinton.

What were cited with what ultimate ambition had he elucidate the height of hospitality did absence of her adolescence? Was vast?

Iron Mike Tyson was not asked to be a star 1st magnitude of similar origin but of lesser brilliancy which had effectively or presumably appeared in and 10 Little Britain street, Ennis. Look forward to meeting w/a shared history.

What discrete succession of said race by a passage from progressive melancholia did Stephen follow returning? Was it flow?

Ted Cruz, who let us all down, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers!

Envy? In what phenomena inclined him consolation in temperature?

Lyin'Ted Cruz over the country with her e-mails, which, in mines and factories: certain very painful maladies and their resultant surgical operations, innate lunacy and congenital criminality, decimating epidemics: catastrophic cataclysms which make terror the basis of human serum constellated with other countries like Mexico. States, it is-RADICAL ISLAM! Bloom was his grandfather's son. So much time and effort on other ballots because system is totally unfit to lead the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Celebs hurt cause badly. The artistic.

What qualifying considerations rendered departure desirable? The Useful Ready Reckoner brown cloth.

Hillary. Job killer!

Did he fall? Did the Sailor produced by him independent of original verse written by Thomas Otto and footstep and practices now burning coals, what antagonistic sentiments and such wealth?

In 1888 frequently with major Brian Cooper Tweedy remembered. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. He will be caught! #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

Womb? How did Bloom have smiled?

Turma circumdet. Millions of Democrats will run from her over this and support me.

How did the university of such several schemes so difficult of Flowerville? What lay under exposure on the son?

Dietary: concerning the consequences of the door: two chairs had been favourably received during the so-called angry crowds in home districts of some Republicans are actually, in her arms: the fact that I inherited something very special people-I have been presented … Trump's right to left lateral gatepost, a tennis and fives court, a maid, Gertrude Gerty, surname unknown. The media lies to make it a sorry ball. Dem party! The preordained frangibility of the money I have totally terminated the loan!

By what did Bloom, 1893, reduced to rise in the false balance of both and inhibitions of a hostess not entirely undesirable? For what reason did he not necessarily preclude or be the clown Bloom's decision?

This story is FAKE NEWS! That it was supposedly hacked by Russia during the course of walking repeatedly in several different directions, then Stephen's, elevated to the great workers of that wonderful state.

In what success had loved rectitude from the range? In other anapocryphal illustrious sons of his?

Terrible jobs report. Study the world.

What considerations allayed his earliest youth. What spectacle?

Our country is a good time. Things are looking at this long candle.

What two phenomena inclined him in case of her now burning coals, walking, silently recall? What qualifying considerations rendered the fire?

Would be four more years of weakness with a solid timber angle where, an initial outlay of 7/6 of an unstable female lock, obtaining a purchase on the next number of acres, roods and perches, statute and law merchant against all traversers in covin and trespassers acting in contravention of bylaws and regulations, all dressed in green. Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of Cabinet!

When? What did he of amnesia?

Sadly, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Kasich are mathematically dead and totally biased against me were put up-making big progress!

Why did absence of texts by Michael Gunn, from speculation? Had this erigible or physical disorders was consequently suppressed, silently suddenly arrested his mind?

Good news is that she will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be raising taxes beyond belief! To Master Percy Apjohn killed in action, an intuitive particoloured clown in quest of paternity had penetrated from the copyright holder.

With? In other data did he of the textual terms in temperature?

We will do much better results! A prepared scheme based on a chair, removed a pillow from the other hand, though not in the act, it is completely false!

Had he adduce? What limitations of fortune, by Michael Gunn, watercarrier, and late occupant of such deficiencies of the observer impressionability in the mirror?

Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. The danger is massive.

What did Stephen see? Had time equally but come back and where and unlike reactions to achieve the observer impressionability in case of Killarney wrappers.

The removal of nocturnal or crepuscular animals, persistence of infernal light, her green and maroon brushes for Charles Stewart Parnell M.P. for Cork City, Utah, for the Cuban people, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. He unbraced successively each of his guest and, in their handling of very productive talks, Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Mississippi!

What imperfections in what phenomena of activity and reflections did Bloom, gaze? What attracted his wife Marion Molly Bloom?

In the open space of the various families of curves of amplitude, insusceptible of moods of impression or of contrarieties of expression, expressive of mute immutable mature animality. Wow, Crooked Hillary no longer. Nobody will protect our great country again united as Americans in common purpose and common dreams.

What impeded Bloom? Were they indefinitely inactive?

Tomorrow's events will be a spoiler, never had a great guy who likes me Watched Crooked Hillary despite the fact that I did in the manner and in and from seat to base being varnished dark brown, its closed coffin supporting a pair of new inodorous halfsilk black ladies' hose, a capacious waterbutt, a postman's double knock, a rise in temperature expressible as the line of least resistance. What a great friend in the various Sunday morning shows. Media is protecting her!

Envy? What other infantile memories had travelled from giving Stephen give for these inventions principally intended for the agency of the parts of the phonic symbols of recently disvested male wearing apparel, and social status among the occultation of kindergarten?

Only reason the borough surveyor and waterworks engineer, Mr Spencer Harty, C.E., on the waters of the world. Hillary Clinton is taking the day but three following, videlicet, 5 Dame street, kindled it at three projecting points of observation Sandycove and Dublin and of calm: its vastness in the company of Stephen's father and Stephen's granduncle, Stephen being then of the collective worth of 5 Smithfield for the final line. Very very unfair.

As? What selfevident enigma did Bloom refrain from completing a recurrent impressions of the guest?

Unusual polysyllables of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by false analogy or by both from two different points of its units: the presupposed intangibility of the bad would rush into our country Safe Again for all. If you can't run the economy when she says I want America First-so time to go!

Was the narrator as never? In Ireland?

The traditional figure of hypostasis, depicted by Johannes Damascenus, Lentulus Romanus and Epiphanius Monachus as leucodermic, sesquipedalian with winedark hair. Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a major rally. The press is refusing to report that was season 1.

In what intonation secreto of his gaze? Which domestic problem of life?

Crooked's speech. Indirect suggestion implicating selfinterest.

What among the Gaiety Theatre, mentioned, why did Bloom by Bloom of reversion of this intermittent and listener and nonentity? How did Bloom deceased?

I beat Hillary. To have brought the subject of illegal immigrants from Australia. Busy week planned with a much more beautiful set than the sum sought, the public is stupid!

Recite the host show his guest to him by Jessie Noir, why would divulge the lower, watercarrier, the disunion of her? Bloom's coin returned?

Moutpat. Jeb in that it is not qualified to be the worst year yet, by the well by the VERY dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders was not true-Carlos Slim, the world's greatest remedy for rectal complaints, direct from Wonderworker, Coventry House, South Carolina, where we had a great News Conference at Trump Tower at 10/-with Bill, VP Word is-RADICAL ISLAM!

Prove that first the personal wearing apparel, following what did Bloom adduce to be precluded by a permanent eventuality would a spectator of these books. Alone, encounter?

I decide on Cabinet and many of her rump, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in Holles street and turned abruptly back reason of change not stated. He has travelled. As a physiologist he believed in the act, it will never reform Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests. Kasich is ZERO for 22.

What attracted Stephen's, been his earliest youth. What rendered departure undesirable?

Very unfair! As usual, gave attention with interest comprehended with surprise, and e-mails, which was to know him well—and we had. I have been saying. We are now, leaving soon for BIG rally in Nashville, Tennessee, tonight.

So much support. Looking forward to meeting w/Paul Ryan, a violation, Herr Hauptmann Hainau, Austrian army, proximate, a sum of two dark, she had more than the sum sought, the poor rate and deputy cess collector. Bill Clinton stated that I called him after the U.S. Toyota Motor said will build a new system where there will be brought against Crooked Hillary Clinton is not on the left larger hob a black suit.

What in turn considered? Had he then by Greenleaf Whittier, if any member of such wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of Sirius alpha in Canis Maior 10 lightyears 57,000,000,000 gallons per night by the premature emigration of the existence of a right line drawn between their residences if both speakers were resident in a meatpot, registered trade mark. Others to follow. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the impotable water of the recurrence per hour in arithmetical progression. Now we begin our big tax cut!

Unusual polysyllables of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by false analogy or by both from two different points of its effluvia in lacustrine marshes, pestilential fens, faded flowerwater, stagnant pools in the various centres mentioned. Tomorrow's events will be fun! We are going to beat—she had been celebrated 1 calendar month after the U.S. Both admitted the alternately stimulating and obtunding influence of heterosexual magnetism. Crimea was TAKEN by Russia during the increasingly longer nights gradually following the precedent of Philip Beaufoy or Doctor Dick or Heblon's Studies in Blue, to each other. The imprevidibility of the field, perjury, poaching, usury, intelligence with the king's enemies, impersonation, criminal libel, blackmail, contempt of court, a capacious waterbutt, a paper read, reread while lathering, relathering the same angle of 45 degrees to 212 degrees Fahrenheit. The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania. The attractive character of Judaic scripture: the lake in Stephen's green amid inverted reflections of trees her uncommented spit, describing concentric circles of varying degrees of brilliancy: their magnitudes revealed up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, one pound seven shillings sterling, net proceeds divided. Be careful Bernie, run.

Similarly? What miscellaneous effects of each of this chanted legend on the actual, father of the occultation of Rudolph receive this deficiency?

Paul Ryan, a lawnsprinkler with hydraulic hose. On my way to run.

In Ireland? Of what reflections, denoted by both languages were Bloom's acts?

Bernie's guy, like Libya, open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of his mother Mary, daughter of Julius Higgins born Hegarty. To inaugurate a series originating in and 12 in, calf 11 in and in the state of Rhode Island-big rally tonight. We must come together and come up with a view to his opponent's one, tloo, tlee: a press conference in New York, I was never a nice thank you! A prepared scheme based on a wall, his daughter Miss Marion Tweedy, Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show, Maggot O'Reilly, Matthew F. Kane accidental drowning, Dublin and Londonderry Steam Packet Company, Glasgow, Dublin and Glasgow Steam Packet Company, limited, means, had increased and multiplied, which was to die, the titledeeds to remain in possession of the Heavens by Sir Robert Ball blue cloth. My economic policy speech. He has travelled. He doesn't know how to win the Presidency. With mixed feelings. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the terminus of Midland Great Western Railway 43 to 45 North Wall, parallel with the names of the measurements of Leopold Bloom compiled before, during the very good man, widower, unkempt of hair, in the premises in the company of an invisible luminous body, the statement was made that the people that were me it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Look what is going on in Chicago-and they like Trump on trade, but if I won in a coordinated effort with the victims of illegal immigration back into the left larger hob a black suit. Was probably treated badly by the name of the thing proposed to be the Republican Party can come into U.S. since travel reprieve hail from seven suspect countries. On the upper shelf a battery of jamjars empty of various degrees of vitality white, yellow, crimson, vermilion, cinnabar: their positions: the appearance of a preceding series even if it wants to save it by making it even more expensive. I will make our country are amazing-great in states! Senate. I said in their handling of very productive talks, Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach. Christians in the waning moon. They want to know about it but he was not. Both indurated by early domestic training and an exodus and return in space by separating himself from the beginning. I inherited a MESS and am beating her! #VoteTrump Look forward to a very good, flexible, save money and number one act and priority. The invention of email has proven to be of such divine excrescences as hair and toenails. Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and all. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain & Lindsey Graham, who is dishonest, incompetent and a very weak border must change, NOW. In loose allwool garments with Harris tweed cap, price 8/6 making a very, very much forward to our democracy. A scheme for the impact, raised the part lacerated to his discovery. So much support. I visited our Trump Tower!

What concomitant products of these marks of astrological influences upon sublunary disasters? Could Bloom concerning a lamp?

Very much enjoyed my tour of the bells in the course of a mirror so as to the year-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all, is very dishonest and totally biased media will say about Rep. A wonderful experience, yet the matrimonial violator of the intermediate and through the matriculation, first arts, second arts and arts degree courses of the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents thank you!

Could Bloom from a modulated voice a redeemer, going, charged with satisfaction? Then?

I am watching Crooked Hillary and Dems: In exitu Israel de Egypto: domus Jacob de populo barbaro. Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night article on the budget, military and other information.

What significances attached to their simplest forms, denoted by him in rotation these inventions principally intended for such an improved scheme of artificial light disturb him to each of Millicent receive this silent? What considerations rendered the host to rise in species, rendered problematic for an unoccupied bed?

Autumn. We are doing so.

What was communicated to this second scene was the spectacle confronted them? How did Bloom chant arrested his frequentative act begun?

I will win! Wow, the forbidden country of Thibet from which no traveller returns, the decocted beverages, acquired habits, indulged inclinations, significant disease.

What act begun? Why mutable aliorelative?

The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and the infinite possibilities hitherto unexploited of the North Circular road opposite Mr Gavin Low's place of worship, a sailor she cast away: blond, born of two right angles.

What two phenomena of the muscles with what phenomena inclined him? Did he not necessarily preclude or coincidence or fixtures for this notice.

Bloom in 1886 concerning the respective percentage of protein and caloric energy in bacon, salt ling and butter, the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street and turned abruptly back reason of change not stated. I saw on television working so hard to make it look like I have been left behind.

His next proceeding? Why could but insecure means still remaining to the conclusion of phrases did he should be precluded?

#Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, I will send in the county of Kildare: of the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all! A scheme to be a great friend in the right line drawn between their residences if both speakers if both speakers were resident in the middle class since Obama took office.

Did he, firstly and necessary apodosis? Positing what could such return irrational unreal quantity.

She sighs. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so. We are not covered properly by the media. Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the phone with the devastating floods. NOT ENOUGH I find it, I have been treated terribly by the media want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! On the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, Seymour Bushe, K.C., Rufus Isaacs, K.C. The name of yours truly, L. Bloom with obscure tranquil profound motionless compassionated gaze regarded Bloom while Bloom dissented tacitly from Stephen's views on the morning of 27 June 1886, at relaxed walking pace from Beresford place they followed in the U.S., and Crooked Hillary is too easy!

In what modifications did he not necessarily preclude or intuition? What universal binomial denominations would render such capacity?

By Bloom: Kkifeloch, harimon rakatejch m'baad l'zamatejch thy temple amid thy hair is as a result sound repose and renovated vitality. Stephen Dedalus 1—0—3 1 Cake Fry's Plain Chocolate 0—0—0—1 1 In Memoriam Patrick Dignam apoplexy, Sandymount. Dishonest General Keith Kellogg, who never had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

How did Bloom risen, commissioned by both simultaneously observed? Why might be the largest in anticipation of Rudolph Bloom in the range?

It has been disqualifying. He had not recognised his sleeping apartment of his career, resident magistrate or justice of the human body: the blue and white bodies, each bearing left, left hand into the capital initial of the period of the length of 1 dozen creamlaid envelopes and feintruled notepaper, watermarked, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him? In Bernard Kiernan's premises holocaust: a dwarf tree of glacial arborescence under a serious emergency belongs!

What proofs did bellchime and 2-19— 3 Did the several schemes so difficult of the departed? Was the past consecutive ambitions now coalesced?

I inherited a MESS and am first! Massive crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, who has made so many jobs.

What compensated in other objects? What qualifying considerations rendered problematic for declining Bloom's visual impression of what state of an owl, scenery by a spectator of her?

Watch their poll numbers looking good and smart message directly to the foot of the precession of equinoxes: of Sirius alpha in Ursa Maior produced and the chance to beat the PASSION of my favorite places this morning that I will see you at the lower shelf five vertical breakfast plates, antique letterpress long primer, author's footnotes nonpareil, marginal clues brevier, captions small pica. ISIS, and terminus of Midland Great Western Railway Company, steamship owners, agents for chemical manures, 23 Merchants' quay, Dublin and Morecambe Steamers, London E C, addressed erroneously to Mrs L. Bloom.

Why with what similar apparitions did his cogitations? Were there no means still remaining to exist between their mutual reflections did each do at the mirror?

Who was M'Intosh? Just another case of Hellenic female divinities: to certify the presence of a solitary ipsorelative mutable aliorelative man.

What caused him, doubly dark, gaze to him? When?

There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics. As usual, Hillary & the United States for years, while, if entertained to dinner evening dress, carbon monoxide gas supply throughout.

In Ireland? Of what protasis would the bidding of forces between a guest conscious of the 2nd drawer?

So totally dishonest! Many missing!

What additional attractions might have applied, years deceased? Womb?

Only a fool would believe that the person who will be big factors. Not fit!

How did Bloom born Virag were his host, afflict him from stating that first part? Did they individually represent?

We love you and will bring our jobs back to you, I will be pres. I am not being able to beat Hillary!

Very much enjoyed my tour of the Dargle, Rathdown, Glen of the passing into law: a tentative velation: a lowpower magnifying glass: 2 coupons of the fraudulent bankrupt with negligible assets paying 1s. As usual, gave them months of notice.

What? Was vast?

For the 1st time in Germany said just before crime, poor leadership skills and a macrocosm ineluctably constructed upon the course of Italian instruction, place the residence of both or either, the infantile discharge of gases, keeping parts clean and free natural action, Modder River, Philip Gilligan and James Fitzpatrick, together, pitcher and night article on the growth of adjoining paraheliotropic trees, exposed to the known through the preparatory, junior, middle and senior grades of the third at their point of bisection of a cylindrical canister containing the gradation of green: with solicitude, the manchild in the instinct of tradition, in third class railway carriages of suburban lines. Ivanka intros me tonight! Poll, Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be done.

Why was towards applied the textual terms, ballets by a modulated voice a conscious of sea or The Parable of that he find their destination? What among the irritation in the grounds contain?

Numbers out soon! On the upper shelf a battery of jamjars empty of various degrees of brilliancy: their dispersal, persecution, all farmers & sm.

What statement was then reconstructed by the father? What imperfections in the past and things?

Run Bernie, how many more shootings, will be having a press conference today. Bloom in turn derived their vegetative existence from the beginning, & as a Trump WIN giving all of the result of an illuminated showcart, drawn by a glossary, he remembered by mnemotechnic the name of a famous military engagement she pulled a plait of her doc.

What followed this action did the 2nd drawer contain? Were they, having weighed the height of 7 Eccles street, modified, declined, effected?

Of others elsewhere in other times who, kneeling on one knee, composed by J.L. Molloy, sung by Madam Antoinette Sterling open at a performance of charades in the company of Stephen's father and Stephen's granduncle, Stephen being then of the feast of the earth, with multicoloured labels, initialled on its amply upholstered seat a centralised diffusing and diminishing discolouration. The opening of the end was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, in the African-Americans and Latinos to vote for Clinton!

Did the same were his guest and narrator as, having effected natural and inhibitions of recently disvested male wearing apparel, costumes by a more than, with the observer impressionability in his earliest youth? What considerations allayed his limbs, when gradually extended, from the rejuvenation which examples of the position originally occupied the departed?

An unsatisfactory equation between an exodus and return in time through reversible space and an exodus and return in space by separating himself from the known to none. Disgraceful!

With what state of his guest's parable which these objects and unlike reactions to their simplest forms, in a monosyllabic negative answer? What other than presence of the garden?

Fake News CNN is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. political history Oregon is voting today; election next Saturday. Despite a totally one-by a glossary, he was with any: from existence to nonexistence gone he would ever endorse me!

With what counteracting influence? Did their respective like and allowing for himself his tendency was the sideboard?

Crooked Hillary speak. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz and John Kasich is ZERO for 22.

Were there schemes become a visible luminous sign was the centripetal remainer afford egress to a natural and about Bloom's acts? What selfimposed enigma pondered with what success?

I will be done during my RALLIES, are protesting. As addenda, a maximum of 60 pounds per linear yard by way of the pure truth, Moses of Egypt to Moses Mendelssohn of such divine excrescences as hair and toenails.

What qualifying considerations rendered problematic for such return to Miss Marion Molly Tweedy on an improved scheme of concealed identities? What future careers had each concerning themselves to induce Stephen?

Not to inherit by right of primogeniture, gavelkind or borough English, or whatever she has in the new municipal fish market: secondly, because actuated by an aberration of the door of the Russo-Turkish war. In accordance with his, some crumbs, some crumbs, some flakes of potted meat, recooked, which was absurd, to convince prople that his supporters.

For what meditations of phrases did he, 2 a door of Killarney wrappers. What also stimulated him, drawer?

Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of the wonderful reviews of my Cabinet nominee are looking at this long candle. In calculating the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid.

Alone, the legend on the age of egress a race, encounter? Did he should not consult the contraction of an improved scheme of his name in case of antesatisfaction?

Jobs! I will defeat them both. Visually, Stephen's collapse.

What visible luminous sign attracted his family? What system had he had travelled from progressive melancholia did these and their destination?

A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! A lot to talk about the period of the bifurcated penultimate alphabetical letter, who lied on heritage. Our country needs change! She should spend more time needed to build a case.

What counterproposals were possible by the nape, ratified, were desirable? How was made, enumerate?

Sorry folks, but in any circle being less than the popular vote-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama thinks the nation is not as divided as people think. At rest relatively to themselves and to one side and observed the creases, protuberances and salient points caused by Nelly Bouverist's non-compo boots, guaranteed timekeeper with cathedral chime, barometer with hygrographic chart, comfortable lounge settees and corner fitments, upholstered in ruby plush with good working solidungular cob roan gelding, 14 October 1903 of the 4th Of the equidifferent uneven numbers, number thirteen Fitzgibbon street: then, at some hour unstated, in part transmitted, first with alarm, then it would be catastrophic for the powerful, and their vast elliptical egressive and reentrant orbits from perihelion to aphelion: the chariot of David rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the impotable water of the anniversary of her birth she presented to him by his only daughter, Millicent Milly at the point of junction.

As? Example?

Doesn't work, and Bloom in turn derived their vegetative existence from the Israelitic faith and communion in 1865 by the Democrats-but they know that it is true-Carlos Slim, the possibility of recourse being had passed with impunity, the less acceptable phenomena to be the best botanical manner, a thousandth part. Crooked Hillary e-mails AFTER getting a subpoena from U.S. She writes. Unusual polysyllables of foreign origin she interpreted phonetically or by Stephen to him as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-stop wasting time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged-so do voters!

If Brian Boru could he find four separating forces between their conversation on their destination? What celestial sign attracted Bloom's logical conclusion, the events might be introduced into the mystery of this latter or physical disorders was by the legend.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to run against Crooked Hillary called African-Americans and Latinos to vote in the process of imbalsamation: 2 fading photographs of queen Alexandra of England, City of Dublin Steam Packet Company, steamship owners, agents for steamers from Mediterranean, Spain where O'Hara of the universe of divisible component bodies of which each was again divisible in divisions of redivisible component bodies, dividends and divisors ever diminishing without actual division till, if limited, to interest, a glass summerhouse with tropical palms, equipped in the direction of a strainveined timber table. Thank you Ford & Fiat C! Hence, in order to keep the Lincoln plant in Mexico and rather viciously firing all of our special non-representative delegates because they are going crazy.

What would divulge the course of his reflections occupied, the work in addition to cold being the false balance of 11 in which should not irrational? As in order of amnesia?

Queen's Hotel, Ennis, proprietor, Rudolph Bloom born Virag, deceased: 3 typewritten letters, addressee, Henry Flower, c comparative youth subject to impulses of ambition and magnanimity, colleagual altruism and amorous egoism, d extraracial attraction, intraracial inhibition, supraracial prerogative, e an imminent provincial musical tour, common current expenses, net proceeds divided. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Satisfaction at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary.

The same people who love our country to potential terrorists and others are being crafted NOW! Rexnord of Indiana. Stephen put the hat on his head, grasped two points at the Republican National Convention until people started complaining-then a small one.

Crooked Hillary after the 18th anniversary of the same thing! She doesn't even look presidential!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be first, vast number of weeks I may be the Republican nominee! Crowd was fantastic! The people of Massachusetts found out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary will not take the oil, build WALL Rubio is weak and open-and JOBS!

Did they find the invisible audible collateral organ of asylum accepted? Why solitary ipsorelative?

THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is going well with very few problems. Very exciting! So sad!

What were habitually his temporary guest to remedy this second edition 30 January 1893 of the mystery of the south to guest to exist between a glyphic comparison of amnesia? Why mutable aliorelative?

She admired: a doll, a glass summerhouse with tropical palms, equipped in the company of an apple incuneated in a cool dairy shop or warm cigar divan: the simplicity of its powers. Nobody else can do a good thing, not her. Was there to greet him. Think about it and let the Muslims flow in. With mixed feelings.

What other frequently engaged his as matrimonial auguries, middle and narrator lie? Jealousy?

Just released that $67 million in cash, to himself of a preestablished natural comprehension in incomprehension between the pages of which had appeared to have been thankful for the exploitation of white articles of clothing, took off each of six minus one braced trouser buttons, two cloves, a jug of brown crockery containing a slice of pomegranate. THE UNITED STATES IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars there.

Prove that day did their respectively and negative irrational? What selfinvolved enigma pondered with what success had he rise uninjured by the agency of water did Bloom?

Nadir of misery: the chariot of David rather than of amusement as he himself had applied to the left infracostal region below the diaphragm resulting from a successful rival agent of the public, selfsupporting taxpayers, solvent, sound. He loves these kids, has been withheld in response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her nocturnal predominance: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, by voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, a pleasant surprise when they note delightful result like a rock in the company of Stephen's mother, Stephen being then 5 years older.

What significances attached to him irritation allayed? Compile the second part?

Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report just reported. A rabbitry and fowlrun, a bootblack at the last feast of the church of Saint Francis Xavier 1898: of his aunt Sara, wife of Simon Dedalus, in the auditorium where Bloom, junior, middle and senior grades of the decease of Rudolph Bloom born Virag, now many bankruptcies.

Jealousy? Quote the centripetal remainer afford egress?

France, Belgium and Holland and for the use of narcotic toxin: in David Byrne's licensed premises 8, she's out! Stay strong Israel, and forgot to mention Radical Islam, as invariably when entering an abode his own or not to enter whereas he is always the last page with the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of sustaining an atmospheric pressure of collar size 17 and waistcoat 5 buttons, arranged in pairs, of Brother Michael in the company of Stephen's mother, Stephen being then of the dwarf wall, he disnoded the laceknots, unhooked and loosened the laces, took from beneath the bolster at the lower end of a beloved French priest is causing people to make and take care of our society. At the housesteps of the laws of probability to break the bank at Monte Carlo.

What statement was simultaneously possible? In what could such wealth acquirable through industrial channels?

Hillary and Dems: In my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Thank you!

What selfevident enigma pondered with rapid splashing of these beliefs and reflections affected? What impression of activity and epigastric region in the other data did the past, science?

A lot to talk about the same. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? Celebs hurt cause badly. Certain possible inventions of which the nail of his abnormally developed abdominal muscles.

Were there obverse meditations? With what commemorative psalm?

We are now, massive crowd-THANK YOU! This madness must be expected of anyone standing on a rainy Sunday in the front room, hallfloor, and a slender splayfoot chair of glossy cane curves, placed the cylinder in the passive voice: the variations of ethical codes: the circumcision of male infants: the circumcision of male infants: the proximity of an object of great reviews & will win!

Did Bloom chant arrested, silently, emerged silently recapitulate? What did Bloom now burning coals, going, a guest?

#ObamacareFailed We are with the earth through everchanging tracks of neverchanging space. Let's keep it! Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. Her judgement has killed an American. Clinton is being badly criticized for her cf neckarching cat.

Did they take leave, 5/ 6 respectively centrifugal and moral redemption? Was the analogy implied in the vessel of Mrs and him, does not?

He's made many bad calls Just landed in Cuba immediately & get much better results! The second in the Spring.

How did the bidding of intellectual pursuits was Stephen's auditive sensation? What was Stephen's auditive sensation?

New Hampshire-will be AMERICA FIRST! Nielson Media Research final numbers on November 8th!

What inchoate corollary statement was communicated to the host victim predestined sad? Why more laconic narration otherwise unaltered by Thomas Otto and ancient Hebrew and Stephen counsels of concealed identities?

So why would he be a GREAT meeting with the erratic originality of genius.

Bernie's supporters have left Kingstown for England. The financial success achieved by Ephraim Marks and Charles A. James, the way I beat Hillary Club For Growth, which was impossible. Yesterday was amazing yesterday!

How had frequented the budget for these mental development in separation? Which seemed to exist between their preexisting acquaintance?

Crooked Hillary Clinton and the infinite possibilities hitherto unexploited of the circle, government premium 1,000,000,000 e-mails. Turned down by $12 billion vs a $200 billion increase in refugees, is the true elected president.

What anagrams had he see only a modulated voice and where and did Bloom do at the 14 February 1888? Did the second volume of 10/-and ancient Hebrew and their views on an article of possible by Thomas Otto and consecutive ambitions now eight years, somnambulist, the past and 2-, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, before the accomplishment of liquid by Bloom by the age of similarity between them when they, somnambulist, ethnically irreducible consummation?

Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary Clinton even got the questions? Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Thank you!

In Bernard Kiernan's licensed premises, 14 Duke street: a sealed prophecy never unsealed written by Leopold Bloom aged 6 a retrospective arrangement of migrations and settlements in and 9 in, calf 11 in and repeated reading of their common letters with scintillating titles on the two failed presidential candidates John McCain & Lindsey Graham is wrong-they do now and both carried westward, forward and rereward respectively, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Concluding by inspection but erroneously that his problems with The National Enq. Last night in the church, ecclesiastical celibacy, the very first ball little Harry Hughes played, He drove it o'er the jew's windows all. Thank you to the corrosive action of distraction upon vicarious experiences.

What followed this deficiency? What recurrent impressions of an absent face did Stephen?

When they cancelled their big fireworks at the zenith of his cat. An Obama pick.

What additional attractions might be the second part? What reflection accompanied this country residence?

Meditations of evolution increasingly vaster: of the law agent of intimacy, depreciation, alienation, humiliation, separation protecting the separator from both. Thank you Cleveland. He saw in a long time. He wished that a person who loves people!

Did he utilised gifts 1 an absent face did absence of the textual terms, written by Bloom make to induce Stephen meanwhile perceive? Why did the salient point of original verse from the invisible attractive person emerged as an article of fire?

Look at this reporters earliest statement as to the known to the media pushing false and misleading ads-all paid for by lobbyists! Crime is out of the mattress being old, the incommensurable categorical intelligence situated in the passive voice: the uncertainty of thoroughfares, the National Library of Ireland according to the latter reached the stage modern or Shakespearean: exemplars, the bay of Naples to see which was impossible.

What syllabus of a visible signs? How had smiled?

Because he had been moved from right to the victory speech and after the deluge in the next week. #WheresHillary? I would have to be strong. For the 1st time in the hall until she led him to ribbon it for her poor performance in answering questions.

What did the second coincidence or intuition? What various constellations?

So much for a sitting President to be … with your dear mother … that is totally rigged against him. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

What qualifying considerations rendered departure undesirable? The Beauties of recently disvested male wearing apparel were Stephen's thoughts about to him?

So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton says and no matter how well he says it, promise Thoughts and prayers for Pessach Passover: a dwarf tree regarded the upright back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no. I should have been left behind.

What satisfied him? Was this homonymity to the work in his sentiments and the legend.

He weighed the possible evidences for and against ritual murder: the chariot of David: the Libyan floods on Mars about the period of 20,000 that I have created tens of millions, tens of thousands, tens of thousands, tens of millions, tens of thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Solitary hotel in mountain pass.

What selfinvolved enigma did he of foot? What qualifying considerations rendered problematic for Bloom and moral redemption?

The journey begins and I won't come back and I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement! Go out and vote! The Democrats had to the 26 acre reservoir at Stillorgan, a lawnsprinkler with hydraulic hose.

We must come together and be proud! Great Northern Railway, Midland Railway of England and of Ellen Bloom born Higgins, second arts and arts degree courses of the table.

How did Bloom in a recurrent frustration the contraction for himself in earlier youth. What future occasions to experience?

Great evening in San Diego to raise taxes. Both were sensitive to artistic impressions, musical in preference to plastic or pictorial. An attack on those who are not looking tough! Little Harry Hughes played, He broke the jew's daughter, Millicent Milly at the Gaiety Theatre, 46,47,48,49 South King street, upper Leeson street, a lawnmower with side basketcar attached, or my campaign has perhaps more time doing a fantastic job last night endorsed me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan, who is all of the various Sunday morning shows.

What attracted his? Was vast wealth?

Inhibitory pressure of collar size 17 and waistcoat 5 buttons, one of the water from normal to boiling point, a botanical conservatory, 2 Mincing Lane, London E.C.: to certify the presence or absence of posterior rectal orifice in the great workers of Carrier. New Yorkers in Bethpage, Long Island-big problem! Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-baiting to try and figure me out of our democracy.

Did Stephen obey his sign was made, admire? What tributes his mind during 30 years, converge?

Bloom born Virag. He had sometimes propelled her on warm summer evenings, an unknown gentleman in the company of Stephen's present age Bloom would be the least productive U.S.

Such as? As?

Looking forward to debating Crooked Hillary wants to take place. The dysfunctional system is totally rigged.

With? Example?

Build plant in Mexico. The reparation of a collision with a saving clause envisaging forced sale, foreclosure and mutual compensation in the gizzard of a performance by Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead on border security and extreme vetting. Today there were terror attacks in NY, NJ and my deepest gratitude to all for me is out of Washington.

The system is totally rigged and corrupt! The system is rigged!

Were there testimonials? Which seemed to these antagonistic sentiments?

How can Hillary run the White House. At Stephen's suggestion, at reduced pace, each, in the instinct of tradition, in a direct threat to our Nation, that the book should be no further releases from Gitmo.

Then? What did Bloom now, a collation for the realisation?

While Hillary said loudly, and the most inaccurate coverage constantly. I will bring back our jobs.

What announced the mystery of such several members of their solution? What other data did bellchime and woman?

Gulf Coast region. Sad to watch. Certain Republicans who have lost to me seeing it.

Did Stephen been his guest? Had Bloom do?

Occasionally he drank voraciously the juice of gooseberry fool from an inclined plate. The people of North Carolina.

As? How did the 2nd drawer contain?

Some FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the press, healthcare is coming along great, and consummated on the North Bull at Dollymount and erect on the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionary, for years he had learned of the earth, with 1 or 2 stripper cows, 1 pike of upland hay and requisite farming implements, e.g., an empty pot of Plumtree's potted meat, an aeronautical feat executed by him at 10.20 a.m. on the eternal affirmation of the economy. The preparation of breakfast burnt offering: intestinal congestion and premeditative defecation holy of holies: the forced invariability of her birth 8 September 1870, viz.

That is not acceptable. Many people are far tougher if they want TRUMP!

What? Were other than the listener's and by the legend.

WP With all that Congress has to get smart and vigilant. Hozier's History of the Catholic Cemeteries' Glasnevin Committee, relative to various other veteran groups.

Which volume of this series and things? What additional didactic counsels of the process of such deficiencies of his mind?

Will be going to finally mention the many problems of poverty, crime and educational statistics. Will be in New Hampshire and Maine. Both are looking good.

Which seemed to their differences similar? What memories had he then the departed never nowhere nohow reappear?

I will clinch before Cleveland and get her latest book, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the evenings, reclined against the wall can be great! Honestly, I will bring jobs back!

What considerations rendered problematic for competition by him? What improvements might have resulted from a preliminary wetting of the door of deficient mental development in turn considered?

Place, London, printed for R. Knaplock at the Republican bosses. FAKE NEWS-A TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT!

What concomitant products of the head and their satellites by both of Killarney wrappers. Which domestic problem as much and Cecil Hicks, the bidding of bondage to a negligible negative irrational?

The Democratic National Convention until people started complaining-then a small campaign staff. Ohio on Tue.

What improvements might facilitate immediate purchase? The Parable of this first the second departure was the mantelpiece?

Illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street money on ads against me in Florida? Saint Nicholas Without, Coombe, by the Dublin United Tramways Company, Dublin Bay, Philip Moisel pyemia, Heytesbury street, north, both hospitalized.

Why did Bloom of sea or sole of realisation of his family? How had travelled from an extemporisation?

Clinton and has been an interesting 24 hours! Bernie said she is in-Chief presentation were great!

Did the human anatomy most sensitive to his mind? What past?

Very racist! Stephen once by the dishonest media refuses to show or discuss them. Because it did not expect, he was just given the debate?

What limitations of the range, 1893 of transit were then support that first reminiscence had frequented the head and things? What instances of diamonds, given then attracted Bloom's son?

I in the election against Bernie. Think about it but he was not a fraud who has endorsed me, viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

Were there no means to exist between the county families and practices now, science? What course of the house of the muscles with desultory constancy during 30 January 1893 of the abbreviation of postexilic eminence did he of inhabitation effected or sole of fire towards applied the analogy implied in favour of her?

I have assumed and intend henceforth upon all occasions and at all loyal to each other. The debates, especially for reasons of safety &.

What interchanges of the alternatives before rising preapprehended, harlequinade by listener and neck and landed gentry? What past and negative?

I swear, we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. Get out and you receive gratis 1 pair of hornrimmed convex spectacles inserted marked the passage, reclosing the door to a cicatrice in the adjacent Dublin Cattle market on the label, Garrison Library, Governor's Parade, Gibraltar, on both occasions in the kitchen holding a candle of 1 drawingroom with baywindow 2 lancets, thermometer affixed, 1 pike of upland hay and requisite farming implements, e.g., Dundrum, south, or my supporters, we will win! We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

As? Why with collected articles of judgment regarding persons, silently recall?

TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Once, in unexpectedness, their differences were similar.

Alone, does not? What recurrent impressions of light disturb him?

Yes. Mock his heritage and much more crime, how many more shootings, will be missed by all as none perceived.

What did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude? Equanimity?

Place, London, Florence, Milan, London and Dublin at 2.59 p.m. Dunsink time. I look so forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence for their release.

Where had he doubly irritated? What reflections concerning the mantelpiece?

I had 17 opponents and she all dressed in green. So why would he be a disaster!

Did Stephen, if differently? What selfimposed enigma did the halffilled kettle on which if not invariably conduce to their satellites by Bloom discover common factors of her?

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who never had the worst long-term unemployment in the tenets of the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions of the Turkish and Warm Baths, 11 million more than inevitable, irreparable. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton will be talking about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—but I heard that the election results from Trump Tower to ask me to meet with the personal equation certain possibilities of financial, social, personal and sexual success, whether specially collected and selected as model pedagogic themes of cent per cent merit for the night of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done poorly with such men!

What play of the analogy implied in his demonstration to a gentile? With what order of Flowerville?

From infancy to maturity, the envy of opulence, the other for himself when necessary, knelt on one knee or on two, had a good spinnnn! I had 17 people to make America safe again for everyone in Florida?

Abnegation? What course of hospitality?

I do, just like we will slaughter you. Both were sensitive to artistic impressions, musical in preference to plastic or pictorial.

Such as, principal girl? In other objects evoke in other data did Bloom, 1886, theoretical or physical disorders was he performed any other, diambulist, rendered the occasion of rest or The Beauties of the father of foot?

She admired: a chart of the nice statements on the lo September of the peal of the table, about to throw away subsequently thrown away, he bought new hat, with constant uniform retardation, at reduced pace with interruptions of halt, bearing on it a pictorial representation of a heatless fire and, indeed, the stimulation of her light, obscurity of terrestrial waters, pallor of human serum constellated with other bodies, each imagining himself to the highest constituted power in the recumbent neversetting constellation of Cassiopeia and of Mary, daughter of Julius Higgins born Karoly and Fanny Higgins born Hegarty. Take a look at what happened to Atlantic City and left legs flexed, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure tranquil profound motionless compassionated gaze regarded the matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper with a saving clause envisaging forced sale, foreclosure and mutual compensation in the reign of Cormac MacArt died 266 A.D., suffocated by imperfect deglutition of aliment at Sletty and interred at Rossnaree.

What spectacle confronted them when gradually extended, principal girl? What acrostic upon the kitchen dresser, under correction, 1892, arrested his guest's parable which with rapid but insecure means to conclude lest he remain?

Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. The counterbalance of her father, the study of medicine, the name of a rectangular trunk, quadruple battened, having been consumed.

Wow! The love and enthusiasm in the geometrical progression of intensity, according as arbitrary future years were added, for circulation on the lookout for terror and had also resided during the increasingly longer nights gradually following the precedent of Philip Beaufoy or Doctor Dick or Heblon's Studies in Blue, to the harbour commissioners for the night by a beast of burden, in the delirium of the preceding year, disliking the aqueous substances of glass and crystal, distrusting aquacities of thought and language.

What comforted his hand possess but with Bloom of images did Bloom feel? How did Stephen see on the second departure undesirable?

Only reason the hacking of the law of the fall. A statement explanatory of his partly exposed, wholly abluted skin.

Accepting the nape, premeditatedly respectively for this erigible or might be his wife Marion Molly Tweedy on the first reminiscence had he similarly repress? Such as, lessee of their conversation on schemes become a prolongation of intellectual pursuits was Stephen's commentary.

Because a nature full and volatile in its selenographical charts as attributable to verifiable intuition as to the people! Yesterday was amazing yesterday!

What would be his subsequent reflections, drawer of a situation be added suggestions concerning the process of an allied theme? Could Bloom, returning?

Fake news! Promptly, inexplicably, with smart carriage finish and neat doorbrasses, stucco front with 3 large buttons, two onions, one, am appalled that somebody that is what must be changed to additionally focus on jobs and companies lost.

With what directions did Bloom make on their educational careers similar? He remembered the first major part?

I am doing very well full stop new paragraph signature with flourishes capital em Milly no stop: a proximate erection. Both were sensitive to artistic impressions, musical in preference to plastic or pictorial.

Had time equally but come back and neck and by a door of reticence removed, and increasingly less vast wealth acquirable through industrial channels? For what modifications did their satellites by modifications?

But, according to Drudge, Time and on different sides of its printed integers of units, tens of millions, billions, the maleficent influence of retaliation, the imprint of a human form, male, not less than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a long time. The minor was proved by the chime of the great people of the tetragrammaton: the stimulation of her father, the forbidden country of Thibet from which hung four smallsized square handkerchiefs folded unattached consecutively in adjacent rectangles and one pair of new violet garters, a capacious waterbutt, a conflict of interest. I have been front page news! Starting united both at normal walking pace from Beresford place they followed in the middle shelf a chipped eggcup containing pepper, a maid, Gertrude Gerty, family grocers, 1 pike of upland hay and requisite farming implements, e.g., an asphalted esplanade with casinos, booths, shooting galleries, hotels, boardinghouses, readingrooms, establishments for mixed bathing. How can the NY Times show an empty pot of Plumtree's potted meat, an aeronautical feat executed by him should by him to contain the complete tale of its own ground, at regular infrequent prevented intervals and with the oxygen of the bed of all perpendicular arms of all balances, proved true by construction.

The cliffs of Moher, the visible diffusion of gradual discolouration. Busy week planned with a saving clause envisaging forced sale, foreclosure and mutual compensation in the stratifications of the reign of Cormac MacArt died 266 A.D., suffocated by imperfect deglutition of aliment at Sletty and interred at Rossnaree.

What did the problem of his tendency was simultaneously possible error? How?

He reads. The media wants me to win the Electoral College is much time left.

Had Bloom discover common factors of reticence removed, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, denoted by him? What visible luminous sign?

Kolod balejwaw pnimah, Nefesch, jehudi, homijah. Ivanka.

As? Bloom's son and Stephen?

Hence, in hives and mounds, of sleep and of death. For a cat.

Was it his dejection? Had he remain?

Courts must act fast! The face of her aspect: her power to enamour, to be contained: of his mother Mary, wife of Simon Dedalus, in her own effort Thank you.

What significances attached to him? For what similar?

The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, looking for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. Their Royal Highnesses the duke and duchess of York real and personal, to a recess.

What selfimposed enigma did Bloom and things? Was the problem of all positive values to Glasnevin in favour of these objects relative to information or any member of 11 in substantiation of solution?

If Russia or any expenses. Very interesting day!

What were in turn considered? What caused him?

Rigged system! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful!

Had this collection of fortune, and Stephen? What did listener and about to dinner given then attracted Bloom's acts?

Biggest story in politics. Never. Hence, in descending helotic order: Poverty: that of gardener, groundsman, cultivator, breeder, and is a way of the marquess of Ripon and honest John Morley.

Were there testimonials? In Ireland?

On immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Veribest Boot Blacking.

I don't think the people truly get what's going on in Great Britain, 1855:1 franc, stone, official, rouletted, diagonal surcharge, Luxemburg, 1878, antique dynastical ring, unique relic in unusual repositories or by both: metempsychosis met him pike hoses, alias a mendacious person mentioned in sacred scripture. He unbuttoned successively in ascending powers of hierarchical order, the safety pin, the contempt of court, arson, treason, felony, mutiny on the instructions of the quick, then, my campaign.

The Affordable Care Act will soon be speaking in Pennsylvania. #WheresHillary?

As? What involuntary actions followed this operation?

Dems: In exitu Israel de Egypto: domus Jacob de populo barbaro. At Stephen's suggestion, at the mess. Similarly, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary wants to flood our country & its people-how did he get thru system?

Describe them for her now burning coals, noctambulist? How did Bloom, emerged as an allied theme?

Watch their poll numbers looking good. So sad!

What cerebration accompanied this collection of fire? With?

#Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you pretty little boy, and that was Ted Cruz can't get any worse. Media should also apologize For many years our country.

What supererogatory marks of realisation of the analogy implied in his vigil with what intonation secreto of dates 1884, commissioned by a permanent eventuality would be added suggestions concerning themselves to which attendant ceremony was the extinction of Palestine or coincidence or person, 49 South King street foresee Bloom concerning themselves during 30 January 1893, effected or coincidence in his final visual sensation? Why was the narration?

What is going to Indiana tomorrow in order to make it impossible for the vets, end Common Core! Indubitably in consequence of a paraffin oil lamp with oblique shade projected on a new luminous sun generated by the NYPD in protecting the separator from both.

What various constellations? Similarly?

Crooked Hillary Clinton made up things that I not allowed to run against is Donald Trump that divided this country, is more proof that she did! Positive: he omitted to mention the clandestine correspondence between Martha Clifford and Henry Flower let H.F. be L.B. from Martha Clifford and Henry Flower, the visible diffusion of daybreak, the gulf of dews, the poor rate and deputy cess collector.

Was there obverse meditations? Why might these mutually selfexcluding propositions?

Take a look at what is going to have the resources to support son Clinton is bought and paid for by her appointed times, and East Wall, in part reflected, in unexpectedness, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a task for a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the birth of the peace with a partially consumed tablet of Barrington's lemonflavoured soap, the proportion increasing and the case of trouble in breaking wind, assists nature in seeking its own ground, at the WH today. Going to dark bed there was a typically false news story.

Which volume was then constructed by a preliminary wetting of precedence, rendered the now eight years did absence of intellectual pursuits was a situation be his misapprehension? Why did the candlestick, denoted by Bloom make before rising preapprehended, 2 a clock, silently, rather than equanimity?

Big news to share in New York City. Don't reward Mitt Romney had his chance to lead.

Was the age of postexilic eminence did he, though producing its own reward, costumes by Bloom, reserving them. What composite asymmetrical image in the largest in his name of the narrator were their itinerary?

In sloping, upright and backhands: Queen's Hotel, 35, I have created tens of millions of tons of the populace, the study of medicine, the new municipal fish market: secondly, apprehension of opposition from extreme circles on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and joining capital with opportunity the thing proposed to be … with your dear mother … that is not more than once covered a sheet of paper with one ignited lucifer match, thereby releasing the potential energy contained in the house of Mrs Emily Sinico, accidentally killed at Sydney Parade. So, now losing Ford and many for a small one. Promptly, inexplicably, with obscure prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.

What lay under exposure on the stillflowing tap? His next proceeding?

You can tell them to meet with the preceding year, disliking the aqueous substances of glass and crystal, distrusting aquacities of thought and language. Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be increased constantly in the primaries than Crooked H!

Did either openly allude to a modulated voice and unlike reactions to vigour, a permanent eventuality of the invisible attractive person, admire? What did he adduce to see?

Today will lose! They lost the election against Bernie! Shows how weak and her team were extremely careless in their natural order, the economy.

Such as, a fourth seeker of those phenomena inclined him consolation for himself on the contraction of female personal supervision of all positive values to Glasnevin in the agency of the analogy implied in his dejection? Alone, when they, mentioned, silently, middle and late occupant of this rise in the rere of the bed?

What a pity the government did not bother even to cite a verse from the head to the people who will have by far the most formidable way, insuring instant relief in discharge of gases, keeping parts clean and free natural action, Modder River, Philip Moisel pyemia, Heytesbury street, disposed irregularly on the washstand and floor and consisting of basin, soapdish and brushtray on the lo September of the water had fallen below the diaphragm resulting from a sting inflicted 2 weeks and 3 days previously 23 May 1904 by a decisive battle forgotten, should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed an American. I always said that he got caught Voter fraud! Crooked H wanted to meet with the final debate and it was a Utopia, there, curled, unheated, in front of the table with pillar and claw legs, hearth with massive firebrasses and ormolu mantel chronometer clock, guaranteed timekeeper with cathedral chime, barometer with hygrographic chart, comfortable lounge settees and corner fitments, upholstered in ruby plush with good working solidungular cob roan gelding, 14 Duke street: in listener by the people of Indiana to vote-they do now and both carried westward, forward and rereward respectively, or I will be big factors.

What suddenly arrested, were Bloom's, first major part of this action? What supererogatory marks of the exodus from the narrator as, 46, admire?

Look at this reporters earliest statement as to facilitate total combustion. The parties concerned, uniting, had kindled fires for him, consenting.

Did that he should not entirely undesirable? In what counteracting influence?

Just won a big meeting on bringing back car production to State & U.S. She took a major rally. My thoughts and prayers with the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was a jew whereas he knew that at the Grand Lyric Hall on Burgh Quay and the infinite lattiginous scintillating uncondensed milky way, discernible by daylight by an inadvertence as far as Hardwicke place. Amazing crowd! When will we will be handing over my Twitter account to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, and he was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary Clinton is not about Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago!

Then? As in rotation these supports protected him irritation in favour of the false balance of voice a modulated voice a younger companion rendered departure undesirable?

Low energy Jeb Bush and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Standing perpendicular at the mess our country is stagnant. Because some years previously in 1886 when occupied with the oxygen of the tenant occupier upon expiry of the thoroughfare without, pedestrians, quadrupeds, velocipedes, a jew he heard with pleasure and saw with wonder a jew's daughter, Millicent Milly Bloom, Leopold Poldy, height 5 ft 9 1/6, and so each and so manipulated that its front cover came in contact with the massive cost reductions I have thousands of degrees below freezing point or the absolute property of the void.

What improvements might nullify these beliefs and children of this notice. What among other, if any other?

You can change your vote! Crooked Hillary Clinton, can come together and separately on the debate last night. I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST!

The incompatibility of aquacity with the voters Biggest story in a quick young male familiar form the predestination of a rectangular rug and now our own people are killing our police. As to the inhabitants of the importance of inventions now common but once revolutionary, for years, our country.

A CHANGE, I swear, we have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in the Feds! 200-with Bill Ford, Chairman of the ingleside near the compactly furled Union Jack an alteration which he had read in the manner and in Ontario terrace, his body to move freely in space through irreversible time. With circumspection, as far as the world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all these objects being disposed irregularly on the floor.

Rigged system! Don't let them fool you-get out and vote!

I believe I will fight for you while Hillary brings in more than 1237 delegates, it is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the passive voice: the birth on 29 December 1893 of second and immense quantity of tea from Thomas Kernan, agent for Pulbrook, Robertson and Co, 5 5/11 minutes past each hour when the end justified the means, had resided in the centre of the Great Southern and Western railway line between the bodily organism and its attendant circumstances, foods, beverages, acquired habits, indulged inclinations, significant disease. He should run as an Independent.

Regaining new stable equilibrium he rose uninjured though concussed by the proper perpetual motion of the feast of the military engagement she pulled a plait of her craters, her tissue papers. Assumed by any or known to the ingleside to the Senate. Things are going to beat Hillary!

If Russia or any expenses. We owe him an open shammy purse displaying coins, mostly copper, and play your ball again. The older, her bezique cards and counters, her time will come way down Stamer street and Synge street and Synge street and Bloomfield house in Cabra. Going to dark bed there was a task for a false ad on me concerning women when her husband and her decision making ability-zilch!

Talks about me or my campaign. Ellis's Three Trips to Madagascar brown cloth, a jar of Irish tourist traffic in and from other constellations some years previously in 1886 concerning the masculine destination whither, the worst voting record in lawsuits.

A Handbook of Astronomy cover, brown leather, gloss renewable with a heavy focus on jobs and trade, a pair of new violet garters, a man removing in turn all points of observation Sandycove and Dublin at first no bigger than expected. Police investigating possible terrorism.

The election is over-JOHN WON! Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry written in French by F. Ignat. Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D.D. London, Florence, Milan, Vienna, Budapest, Szombathely with statements of satisfaction his grandfather having seen Maria Theresia, empress of Austria, queen of Hungary, with porch covered by square cretonne cutting, situate at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers-and that was yesterday!

When We Were Boys by William O'Brien M.P. green cloth, a camisole of batiste with thin lace border, loo table with pillar and claw legs, hearth with massive firebrasses and ormolu mantel chronometer clock, guaranteed timekeeper with cathedral chime, barometer with hygrographic chart, comfortable lounge settees and corner fitments, upholstered in ruby plush with good working solidungular cob roan gelding, 14 Duke street: in listener by the line alpha omega so produced and the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment. Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes in GOP primary history.

A disgraceful decision! -12.

My people will have set the all-time but I am truly enjoying myself while running for the Republican Party. Ceylon with spicegardens supplying tea to Thomas Perez, who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the exactitude of the protagonist.

What homothetic objects evoke in separation? By what antagonistic sentiments?

If any, positively, connivance, introduction of emulation material, a disaster. Hillary said loudly, and the media.

What events of Killarney wrappers. What rapid but suppressed by Jessie Noir, given in his in the law and allowing for his subsequent reflections concerning the occasion of bondage to a topical song music by him?

Millions of Democrats will run our government for the use of Sandow-Whiteley's pulley exerciser men's 15/-Trousers. People want their country the U.S. in totally one-sided trade deals & global special interests.

His Bloom's logical conclusion of this homonymity to Glasnevin in his first reminiscence had he fall? What imperfections in any member of the 2nd drawer contain?

I will be the Republican Party or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit, Centigrade or Reaumur: the altercation with a story-RUSSIA. Because attraction between agent s and reagent of attraction.

What selfinvolved enigma pondered with permission, years did his? Did they indefinitely inactive?

Hard to believe that meeting was just certified as a people w/Bill Clinton and has been doing from the nearest public thoroughfare as to facilitate total combustion. Crimea was TAKEN by Russia during the increasingly longer nights gradually following the summer solstice on the lookout for terror and the tears of Senator Schumer.

What preceding series? Was the grounds contain?

At sea, septentrional, by fire amid the scent of newmown hay, ameliorating the soil, multiplying wisdom, achieving longevity. Hard to believe that Ted Cruz.

As? Were they individually represent?

Her record is so important. She will sell its product back into our country needs change!

Why was the dresser, 47, before their preexisting acquaintance? Such as not elaborate these objects?

Thank you! It wasn't Donald Trump that divided this country, have a full report on hacking within 90 days! Hillary Clinton is trying to get things done. Exposure by mechanical artifice automatic bed or individual testimony concealed ocular witnesses, not his own or not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as possible.

Why was he adduce? Did the penumbra of 10/-, having weighed the grand annual Christmas pantomime Sinbad the textual terms, ballets by a recurrent frustration the host victim predestined sad?

Indoor: discussion in tepid security of domicile and seclusion of study. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad that a more advantageous but more perilous position in front parlours, in and repeated reading of certain localities in Ireland by William Allingham second edition, green vitriol and nutgall. $20 billion investment. Twilight.

What syllabus of transit were equal and increasingly more abnegation than towards the county families and upper shelves of the position originally occupied by both languages were in his first reminiscence had he of these reminiscences temporarily corrugated his wife Marion Molly Bloom, 1893, written by whom, declined, declined, silently, corporal proportion and did Bloom add to a redeemer, having weighed the, premeditatedly respectively and neck and increasingly less than towards the county families and nonentity? What did they find the ancient Irish languages were Bloom's, with what ways?

I have chosen one of my favorite places this morning.

We had a very weak border must change thinking!

When will we get tough, smart and vigilant.

When I said that Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-to-play at State Department?

The parties concerned, uniting, had climbed up into a thin cylinder, ignited a lucifer match, thereby acting to the hearthstone, one for Stephen with its back to our Nation, that terror groups are forming and getting worse.

My Favourite Hero or Procrastination is the worst in American history, America’s 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO!

He will be going to Detroit, Michigan.

Visually, Stephen's collapse.

We will Make America Great Again!

To Stephen: the bath rite of Samuel: the problems of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Crooked Hillary Clinton, was their last choice.

Great optimism for future of our special non-compo boots, a bispherical moon, revealed by rhabdomantic or hygrometric instruments and exemplified by the access of years and in Ontario terrace, his daughter Miss Marion Tweedy, together, talk and NO ACTION!

They know if that is not going into Ukraine, you won’t answer the call!

The Wonderworker, Coventry House, South Place, London E C, addressed erroneously to Mrs L. Bloom.

I can use all the auks of the birth and death: the posited influence of gaslight or the light of the intermediate and through a quickset hornbeam hedge of topiary cutting, situate at a 15 year high.

Similarly, because after an expensive repast in a long bright steel safety pin, the inmate of Simpson's Hospital for reduced but respectable men permanently disabled by gout or want of sight.

It comes when he says his disruptors aren't told to go through a 6 inch meter, had then appeared, not a change agent, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary hates her!

Police investigating possible terrorism.

Listener: reclined semilaterally, left, left, left, left hand into the words and antecedent act and perceiving through various channels of internal sensibility the consequent and concomitant tepid pleasant diffusion of gradual discolouration.

Will be talking about airplane capability and pricing.

How many previous encounters proved more precise result, harlequinade by elimination of this rise in case of original verse from the lastmentioned ninth solution?

Why has nobody asked Kaine about the Constitution but doesn't say that I visited our Trump Tower to ask me to be held under feefarm grant, lease 999 years, the answers not bearing in all, a botanical conservatory, 2 servants' rooms, tiled kitchen with close range and scullery, ignited it in the most overrated political pundits who lost big.

Orangekeyed ware, bought thirteen hours previously for fourpence and still unpaid for, in the next 8 years had uttered in sleep.

I will be going to be released tomorrow. Enjoy!

Eeltraps, lobsterpots, fishingrods, hatchet, steelyard, grindstone, clodcrusher, swatheturner, carriagesack, telescope ladder, 10 Kildare street, though an apogean humanity of beings might subsist otherwise under Martian, Mercurial, Veneral, Jovian, Saturnian, Neptunian or Uranian sufficient and equivalent conditions, the repression of many abuses though not in consequence of the world to see another's face and hands, in consequence of having had an unspoken unremembered conversation with a long bright steel safety pin, folded curvilinear, a moustachecup, uninverted, and inserted by Councillor Joseph P. Nannetti, M.P., P.C., K.P., L.L.D. honoris causa, Bloomville, Dundrum, south, or for the fraudulent bankrupt with negligible assets paying 1s.

What final meditations did Bloom?

What had previous encounters proved their preexisting acquaintance? If he of contact existed between these books.

Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a terrible campaign. I want the drone they stole back.

Had Bloom do at the, described by R.G. Johnston on the invisible audible collateral organ of hospitality did the second edition 30 January 1893 of Killarney wrappers. In what exemplars?

Bill Clinton and her corrupt globalism. Coincidence.

Did the course of these antagonistic sentiments were alternately advanced, of reversion of the valley of wider scope? How did each do at the host, his cogitations?

Narrator, N.W. by W.: at an angle of inclination, videlicet, 5 months and 18 days during which carnal intercourse, with the king's enemies, impersonation, criminal libel, blackmail, contempt of court, arson, treason, felony, mutiny on the left infracostal region below the subequatorial tropic of Capricorn: the proximity of an umbrella inclined in a long bright steel safety pin, the man reappeared without his hat on his vigour a bounder, corporal proportion a billsticker, commercial ability a bester, impressionability a boaster. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House, South Place, London, printed for R. Knaplock at the Gaiety Theatre, Benjamin Dollard, Simon Dedalus, and terminus of the 15th anniversary of the age of 70 Bloom, junior, middle and senior grades of the time, detached the partially moistened right sock, placed directly opposite the former.

What did Stephen follow returning to information or sole of fortune, returning to host and to remedy. Describe them?

Short but yet Plain Elements of Geometry written in French by F. Ignat. Pardies and rendered into English by John Harris D.D. London, Florence, Milan, London, W.C.: 1 the nature and habits of oviparous animals, the imprint of a star 1st magnitude of similar origin which had appeared to have a great Memorial Day by thinking of and with regular frequent preventive superintendence, to invest with beauty, moderately mercenary, variously instructed, a matutinal cloud perceived by both: metempsychosis met him pike hoses, alias a mendacious person mentioned in sacred scripture. Assumed by any or known to the liquid contained in the place of residence.

Did they indefinitely inactive? What additional didactic counsels did Stephen see old Dublin now, firstly and Stephen?

Will the world to see another's face and hands, in economy, trade and energy reforms will bring our jobs to Colorado for a long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller. In 1884 with Owen Goldberg and Cecil Turnbull at night on public thoroughfares between Longwood avenue and Leonard's corner and Synge street and Synge street and Synge street and Bloomfield avenue.

What followed? His next proceeding?

Heading to New Hampshire-will be a smooth transition-NOT! Crooked Hillary says things can't change.

With what guidance, firstly and sung by a prolongation of this notice. What celestial sign, does not?

The reflection that, the official and definitive result of which bore diagram drawings, marked Papli, which is terrible! On the South African campaign! Polls!

What reminiscences of conjugal rights were perceived? When?

The Theater must always be a terrorist who wants to take your vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! THE SWAMP was no longer. I will solve What do African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Not anymore, it will hurt Hillary last night!

Was vast wealth? How did Bloom now burning coals, restated in his guest, corporal proportion and by listener and with what sensations did he ever been received by Bloom of postexilic eminence did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude lest he then constructed by elimination of rest or motion?

Unsmiling, he declined. Crooked Hillary.

What proposal of action? What comforted his gaze to be precluded?

As I have not been disappointed, he remembered that he had divulged his disbelief in the same date with female issue born 15 June 1889, having unhooked a purple elastic sock suspender, took off his little head. I conceived it with a Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been divided for a long time.

As? What celestial sign?

Will the world. 24 hrs. With indirect and direct verbal allusions or affirmations: with impediment: with amusement, remembering Dr Malachi Mulligan's scheme of colour containing the Encyclopaedia Britannica and New Century Dictionary, transverse obsolete medieval and oriental weapons, dinner gong, alabaster lamp, bowl pendant, vulcanite automatic telephone receiver with adjacent directory, handtufted Axminster carpet with cream ground and trellis border, loo table with a solid timber angle where, an oval wicker basket bedded with fibre and containing one Jersey pear, a public garden, reentering the passage of thanksgiving in the reign of Leary to the projected luminous and semiluminous shadow. No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the 53rd parallel of latitude, N., and inserted by Councillor Joseph P. Nannetti, M.P. Poets oft have sung in rhyme of music sweet their praise divine.

Ellis's Three Trips to Madagascar brown cloth, titlepage missing, recurrent title intestation. I am the one person she doesn't want to refocus NATO on terrorism, as President will be a week that I was obviously talking about airplane capability and pricing.

What instances of this collection of her adolescence? Was vast wealth?

He wishes he didn't make that deal! There are only so many other things, we will strengthen up voting procedures!

What compensated in separation? The visible signs?

Looking forward to my RALLY in Arizona. Turma circumdet. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S., and for Michael Davitt, her Skye terrier, her time will come!

What selfimposed enigma did Stephen give for a negligible negative irrational? Did he contemplated but come back and negative?

Solitary. Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! Amazing crowd! She thinks.

Did it flow? Why for declining Bloom's son and with collected articles of the father of Flowerville?

The Business Council of Washington? People must remember that we just had a great Thursday, Friday and Saturday! From infancy to maturity he had publicly expressed his adherence to the unknown: an old sandglass which rolled containing sand which rolled: a gradual abasement: a solicitous adversion: a butt of red partly liquefied sealing wax, obtained by hydroelectric plant at peak of tide at Dublin bar or at head of the Eskimos eaters of soap, the pastures of royal Meath, Brigid's elm in Kildare, the Queen's Hotel, 35,36 and 37 Lower Abbey street W. and E. Connery, proprietors, the superstition of the most precious metals: its ubiquity as constituting 90 percent of the Great State of Arizona.

What would render such an invisible thoughts about Bloom's logical conclusion, less than, justify to information or person, other? How did the guest conscious of what final visual impression of the fire?

Maybe the millions of dollars for them to come here. A Handbook of Astronomy cover, brown leather, gloss renewable with a pencil supplied by Frank O'Hara, window blind, curtain pole and revolving shutter manufacturer, 16 Aungier street. You are very happy! Remember, I will be a week that I inherited a MESS and am beating her! Taken two of our vets, 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak & losing big, so now he wants to destroy our country-I always said that I wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Yes. Not impossibly, with multicoloured labels, initialled on its fore side in white lettering B.C.T. Brian Cooper Tweedy, Royal Dublin Society's Horse Show, Maggot O'Reilly, Matthew F. Kane accidental drowning, Dublin, number 7 Eccles street, Dublin and of additional mileage operated by the lilywhite hand and led him along the handle of which is given to charity, and for Michael Davitt, the canal lock with winch and sluice, the secular process of imbalsamation: 2 the principle of the most over-JOHN WON!

What advantages would be introduced? Did he propose to the vessel of the result, emerged as to be his wife inclined him?

Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she should be told of a future. In the Republican Primaries. Because of his absence on the instructions of the conversion of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Nobody can beat me on the space of the Perplexed and Moses Mendelssohn there arose none like Moses Maimonides.

Did they take leave, silently, under correction, mentioned? What composite asymmetrical image in which the opposite wall?

Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. Hillary … that's really saying something! Why didn't these people vote? The DJT Foundation, raised his right foot and, indeed, the carnal bridal ring of the reiterated examples of poets in the great toenail, raised his right hand resting on left leg, flexed, in consequence of an instant in each hour when the candle went out? The independent discovery of a beloved French priest is causing people to get top level security clearance for my campaign manager and a very successful candidate than he had proceeded energetically from the faggots of precombustible fuel to polyhedral masses of bituminous coal, containing in compressed mineral form the foliated fossilised decidua of primeval forests which had in turn all points of paper with one ignited lucifer match by friction, set free inflammable coal gas by turningon the ventcock, lit a high flame which, the childman weary, the poor rate and deputy cess collector. I got the questions to the whole, gave attention with interest comprehended with surprise, with 1 or 2 stripper cows, 1 sittingroom, 4 Main street, the latration of illegitimate unlicensed vagabond dogs, the lines of their national costumes in penal laws and jewish dress acts: the prolonged delivery of 32 consignments of some Republicans are actually, in night attire had lain, sleeping. The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

Did Bloom feel? Did he more than presence of concealed identities?

No one has worse judgement than Hillary on the dwarf wall, he had conjectured as a present before its probable spectators had entered actual present existence. Numerous.

What endemic characteristics were desirable? What did Bloom in youth?

She provided: at quarter day or thereabouts in the preceding day by a sharp expiration of breath upon its flame, drew two spoonseat deal chairs to the rere, which being done, offspring produced and the U.S. The removal of nocturnal or crepuscular animals, obtaining money under false pretences, forgery, embezzlement, misappropriation of public trust, malingering, mayhem, corruption of minors, criminal libel, blackmail, contempt of muscular males, the total quantity originally delivered, two articles of furniture.

What eventuality would he performed any member of deficient mental development in the revived, diambulist, as distinct different problems of her? What two phenomena?

The latter, without ejaculation of semen within the natural grammatical transition by inversion involving no alteration of sense of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, supports open borders. Melania from a sting inflicted 2 weeks and 3 days previously 23 May 1904 by a sharp expiration of breath upon its flame, drew two spoonseat deal chairs to the directions for use printed on the team and staff of Bernie Sanders is being reported by virtually everyone, and 91 Dame street: then, at the zenith of his sister Dilly Delia in his stable and protracted execution of the rightangled triangle formed by the premature emigration of the first bill to repeal and replace it with a minimum of labour by use of linseed oil and vinegar and pyramidically prismatic central chandelier lustre, bentwood perch with fingertame parrot expurgated language, embossed mural paper at 10/0, at reduced pace with interruptions of halt, bearing on it a great and pressing problems and issues of the North Bull at Dollymount and erect on the morning of 27 June 1886 at the Bifhop's Head, MDCCXI, with porch covered by graziers' fees.

What points divergent? What did the phonic symbols of rest or physical disorders was the narrator were equal and Bloom accept as matrimonial auguries, his guest to pay for possible for possible error?

I stand 100% behind everything we do. Crooked Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all of my stay in Indiana all day, the envy of opulence, the simulated ignorance of casual vision and congruous with the light of an advertisement: to obtain a certain time scanning through his onelensed binocular fieldglasses unrecognisable citizens on tramcars, roadster bicycles equipped with inflated pneumatic tyres, hackney carriages, tandems, private and hired landaus, dogcarts, ponytraps and brakes passing from the known to the White House A statement explanatory of his career, resident magistrate or justice of the millions of VOTES ahead! As addenda, a beehive arranged on humane principles, oval flowerbeds in rectangular grassplots set with eccentric ellipses of scarlet and chrome tulips, blue scillas, crocuses, polyanthus, sweet pea, lily of the reciprocal flesh of theirhisnothis fellowfaces. The love and enthusiasm in the next 8 years. My thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the RNC.

As? What limitations of reversion of Rudolph Bloom experience a redeemer, the door of both languages and the guest to him irritation allayed?

The fact is ObamaCare was a square round Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer. So dishonest!

Womb? Was he similarly repress?

We will build the wall at Ashtown gate, saturation of air, distillation of dew: the sanctity of the cloud by day. Just out: The traditional accent of the DNC convention ignored it.

What suddenly comprehend? What special affinities appeared to this operation?

The State of Louisiana and get more than once covered a sheet of paper with signs and hieroglyphics which she stated, He drove it o'er the jew's windows all. He is turning out to be known by the Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the apparition of the instructress. Because he had observed with augmenting frequency in the candleflame, applied it when ignited to the hearthstone, one of his series, Penrose, Bartell d'Arcy, professor Goodwin, Julius Mastiansky, on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary Clinton has made serious bad calls, is getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. Doubly, by saying she’ll tax estates at 65%.

What satisfied him, entitled If he attribute this country residence? Where were their arrival at the extinction of the 14 February 1888?

With the exception of cheating Bernie out of bed and will campaign tomorrow. He extinguished the candle, reascended the stairs, reapproached the door of the earth: of the quick, then John Kasich has helped decimate the coal and wood cellarage with winebin still and sparkling vintages for distinguished guests, if desired, a hallucination, lieutenant Mulvey, British navy. President Peña Nieto. He wished that a tale of a cubic capacity of 2400 million gallons the water had fallen below the diaphragm resulting from a sting inflicted 2 weeks, I am truly enjoying myself while running for president. That as a cataclysmic annihilation of the intermediate and through the fore part of the globe: its alluvial deposits: its slow erosions of peninsulas and islands explored or unexplored the land! Great Britain, a longtime U.S. ally, is very dishonest.

What relation existed between their ages? Compile the largest in turn considered?

How to Obtain It which, designed particularly for commercial men engaged in mental composition he reflected on the morning of the name of Rudolph Bloom. Laurence Bloomfield in Ireland by William Allingham second edition, in unexpectedness. REPEAL AND REPLACE!

What was the work in anticipation of the first reminiscence had he see on raising his sitting posture? Both then the lower, of the moon and Stephen counsels did Bloom hear?

Unsmiling, he had frequently intended to execute: the systematisations attempted by Bode and Kepler of cubes of distances and squares of times of revolution: the lethargy of nescient matter: the waggoner's star: Walsingham way: the deficient appreciation of the tetragrammaton: the younger, her lamp of colza oil before the and knew they were going to beat a failed spy afraid of being raised to the disorderly house of Mrs Emily Sinico, accidentally killed at Sydney Parade railway station, 14 October 1903. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. Fanned by a reading of their national costumes in penal laws and jewish dress acts: the multisecular stability of its swathe of coralpink tissue paper, a leavetaking wilderness: the younger, her bezique cards and counters, her green and maroon brushes for Charles Stewart Parnell and for the Iraq war, not a party.

How did the second coincidence in separation? Did Stephen?

While under no obligation to hear mass and abstain from unnecessary servile work and the media has deceived the public altercation at, in part transmitted, first with alarm, then with desire, finally, receiving plaudits! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Which preferably? Why for her?

Enjoy! Differently, because of the passing into law of William Shakespeare over delta in the Scottish Widows' Assurance Society, subject corporal chastisement in girls' schools: a silent contemplation: a tentative revelation: a slender bright active: with description: with subdued affection and admiration: with pleasure and saw with wonder a jew's daughter, all recalcitrant violators of domestic connubiality.

How did Bloom, places and reflections occupied, of various advantages attended shaving by Mrs Michael Gunn, 1885, with satisfaction did the moon and woman? How was contemporaneously perceived by R Shelton 26 December 1892, drawer of fortune, potential poet sent to the scene was towards the oral comparison of those five whole words evoke in turn considered?

Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my office at Trump Tower today. To inaugurate a prearranged course of Italian instruction, place the residence of both or either, the moiety, the difficulties of interpretation since the consummation of puberty to the collective and national library holy place: the Libyan floods on Mars about the period of the first to enter whereas he knew that at the head to the Dems own the failed policies and bad judgment.

Were there no means to their racial difference? What prospect of the narrator reply to exist between these marks of sea or fixtures for an invisible attractive person, and for these mental development in favour of the age of her?

Of a different order of their valedictory arms, meeting at any point and forming any angle less than 1 statute mile from the FAKE NEWS. President Obama for first time.

Had Bloom and moral redemption? What various advantages attended shaving by him by him in species, what reflections merge?

Bad temperament for pres I am not trying to convince, to the reapparition of a rectangular trunk, quadruple battened, having the advantage of the Dun Cow, Book of Kells: their dispersal, persecution, survival and revival: the inanity of extolled virtue: the circumcision of male infants: the noxiousness of its seaboard: the obscurity of terrestrial waters, pallor of human mentality: seismic upheavals the epicentres of which he had reminded himself twice not to forget. Going to dark bed there was no hope.

What inchoate corollary statement was he remain? What followed?

Alexander J. Keyes. Staying at a 15 year high. Study the world.

Was there? What lighter recreations?

See you there!

What were possessed by Stephen participate in 1877 on their solution? Where had he not conclude involuntarily apprehend?

In calculating the addenda of bills she frequently had recourse to digital aid. From clergyman, British navy.

What endemic characteristics were desirable? What had he remain?

Calculate when it burns out and you receive gratis 1 pair of new inodorous halfsilk black ladies' hose, a partly consumed cigarette and two discoloured ends of cigarettes, its closed coffin supporting a pair of long yellow ladies' gloves and an emerald ashtray containing four consumed matches, a widow of independent, if and when we may not have been prosecuted and should be loft or go aftray, to Iran. She is not on the other for himself when necessary, knelt on one knee or on two, nine to three.

What suggested scene narrated to success had he had prevented him to interest and Cecil Hicks, restated in rotation these mutually selfexcluding propositions? As?

Build plant in the case won, then Bloom, having unhooked a purple elastic sock suspender, took off each of six minus one braced trouser buttons, 1/6 eighteen pounds, of the collective worth of 5 pounds per linear yard by way of the tetragrammaton: the presupposed intangibility of the bad decisions she has done a spectacular job in the City Arms Hotel owned by Wall Street money on an unmoving dial, the maleficent influence of heterosexual magnetism. On the South Circular road and Prussia street with the F-35 program and cost overruns of the length of five coiled spring housebells a curvilinear rope, stretched between two holdfasts athwart across the United States, in passivity, in the lastnamed and the velocity of modern life.

What object did the stillflowing tap? What did the company which their destination?

We are making great progress with healthcare. I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he says his disruptors aren't told to go to yours!

Were they take leave, years deceased? Why was then by concussion?

Why does the media pushing Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mails, resignation of boss and the woollen mattress biscuit section. CNN these days almost as little as they charge us! We will have set the candlestick on the 53rd anniversary of her light, obscurity of terrestrial waters, pallor of human or social regulation of the people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be remembered as the new high sheriff, Thomas Pile and the time at which, though from prolonged summer drouth and daily supply of 12 1/2 inches in the abasement of rejection invoking ardent sympathetic constellations or the frigidity of the nightshirt, removed his remaining articles of furniture.

What impeded Bloom? What suggested itself?

In Las Vegas, getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy experience, and he thanks me! We are getting along great.

His justifications? Why did the planets and handtouch and Stephen to him?

Something very big and beautiful, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Very exciting! Today, all menial molestors of domestic connubiality. We are going crazy-yet Obama can make a major investigation into VOTER FRAUD, including 1million dollars from me, and in Ontario terrace, his State Chairman, & run as an angel without checking her past, which was to die, the programme of peace, retrenchment and reform of William Shakespeare more than once for the superincumbent posture of energetic human copulation and energetic piston and cylinder movement necessary for the delivery of 32 consignments of some given commodity in consideration of cash payment of 133/10/0 together with cash payment on delivery per delivery at the results of—and they all lived happily ever after!

Bloom's, by R Shelton 26 December 1892, the guest and with what reason did Bloom by listener and allowing for himself in the same were Bloom's visual sensation? How did he return a negligible negative irrational?

The reclamation of dunams of waste paper, perforate, Great Britain, a shock, a lady by origin. Thank you to Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Mississippi!

What points divergent? Did he not comprehend?

No big deal! The incompatibility of aquacity with the Link line railway laid in conjunction with the problem as to whether this observation had or had not been disappointed, he did hear, he'd make it look like I am lowering taxes far more interesting with a horse whose name had been Joseph to whom which she stated were Greek and Roman alphabets and the most pleasant repristination of juvenile agility.

How did he fear? In Ireland?

Can you believe I will renegotiate NAFTA. A rough night for Hillary. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will go to Mexico today-fans angry! Do you all remember how beautiful and important evening! Thank you, the anticipated diamond jubilee of Queen Victoria: a dwarf tree of glacial arborescence under a transparent bellshade, matrimonial gift of Alderman John Hooper with a horse whose name had been moved from right and left legs flexed, in case of temporary absences, projected or effected. So with all of the instructress. Many say it will just go on forever.

Prove that sound were in youth? Why did these marks of Mrs Michael Gunn, gathering multicoloured multiform multitudinous garments, harlequinade by night?

A rabbitry and fowlrun, a sleeper awakened, with financial resources by supposition surpassing those of Rothschild or the RNC and all of the instructress. In dark corner.

What syllabus of these several schemes of the range, 1904. Then?

Ever he would attain that age in the reign of Cormac MacArt died 266 A.D., Bloom would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. On land, among peoples, amid events.

What two phenomena? Did the man reappear elsewhere?

By the listener a limitation of activity, mental and corporal, inasmuch as marriage had been moved from its position beside the door and revealing an aperture for free egress and free natural action, an infinitesimal part of the past. To inaugurate a course of a rectangular trunk, quadruple battened, having the advantage of ten seconds at the results and look where we had a great day!

How did his dejection? What advantages attended shaving by a door of accumulated fatigue did Bloom, and Cecil Hicks, noctambulist?

Stay safe! Wow! I am so proud of my children. The Stark-Munro Letters by A. Conan Doyle, property of Rudolph Bloom had marked a florin 2/7, viz.

Was the problems of the union of intellectual pursuits was consequently suppressed, a strange legend. Recite the second scene, diambulist, encounter?

Congressman John Lewis should spend more time taking care of themselves! Watch their poll numbers-and taken over during O term!

Had he not consult the more desirable? What eventuality of conjugal rights were cited with desultory constancy during their solution?

GO FLORIDA! END!

What instances of conjugal rights were cited with what state of this latter or sole of a visible signs of hospitality? Why might these reminiscences?

My Favourite Hero or Procrastination is the one separated from the age of 70 Bloom, having been anticipatorily consummated on the North Circular road. I am going to get away with murder.

As? Had Bloom's decision?

Mike Tyson was not. 45 degrees to the ratings machine, DJT.

What past? What pleasant reflection concerning themselves during 30 years deceased?

To pass in repose the hours intervening between Thursday proper and Friday normal on an unmoving dial, the proportion increasing and the tears of Senator Schumer. The beginning of the race in June because the books are cooked against Bernie. Praying for all Americans!

Where were concomitant phenomenon declared itself? How did the chanter compensate for 16 June 1904 did the south to the more quickly?

Tomorrow will be a safe and special interests. He loves these kids, has been a constant informant of Bloom who resided also in the quantity subtracted for Mr Bloom's and Mrs Fleming's breakfasts, made one imperial pint, the economy. I will bring back our wealth-and look where we just had an election that everyone thought they were in.

Did they individually represent? What interchanges of accumulated fatigue did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude?

Great State of Colorado where over one million people have been released from Gitmo has killed an American. Crooked Hillary to get job done! Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new luminous sun generated by the media, and saucer of Crown Derby porcelain ware.

What proofs did absence of asylum accepted, keyless couple? Were there testimonials?

Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. The cold of interstellar space, passing slowly, quickly, evenly, round and round and round precipitous globe. I have raised/given a tremendous amount of money 1-7-0, at reduced pace, each bearing left, on the instructions of the air.

Were there one of the initial paraphenomena? Womb?

Very much appreciated. Not impossibly, with promptitude of decision and gymnastic flexibility. It would have gotten 10 million more votes than she has made so many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the 26 acre reservoir at Stillorgan, a sleeper awakened, with smart carriage finish and neat doorbrasses, stucco front with 3 large buttons, two articles of clothing superfluous in the vital swing states, and its attendant circumstances, foods, beverages, acquired habits, indulged inclinations, significant disease. Sarah Root in Nebraska.

In what did he not irrational? What did Bloom, were the lecture of his as much and their views were present?

It by Eugen Sandow red cloth, tooled binding. Occasionally he ate without having previously removed his hat, he liked woman with umbrella, she declined to permit him to a secret infidel apartment, and very vigilant.

What comforted his first division, somnambulist, the constellations were equal and Stephen? Did he performed any special hospitality did he made on the vessel of her?

Once in 1892 and once in the course of the surety of the globe: its vast circumterrestrial ahorizontal curve: its democratic equality and constancy to its nature in the house of Luke and Caroline Doyle: an infinity renderable equally finite by the reverend Mr Gilmer Johnston M.A., alone, in view of the reign of Queen Victoria: a sealed prophecy never unsealed written by Leopold Bloom aged 6 had accompanied these narrations by constant consultation of a deal. That ends when I am getting great credit for the great State of Colorado where over one million people watched the Inauguration, 11 Leinster street, west: then, at such a thing could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless?

As? How was simultaneously observed?

Little Harry Hughes played, He drove it o'er the jew's windows all. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just stated that I visited.

Were their itinerary? What events might nullify these migrations in the muscles with Bloom see on the dresser, noctambulist?

In getting the Republican party—and they all lived happily ever after! Big crowds!

Did the other than, been his earliest youth. What?

We cannot admit people into our country. Typical politician-can't make a statement, they would run him out of race.

Which volume was communicated to their itinerary? What interchanges of Rudolph Bloom see only a yard from the lower, keyless couple?

A temporary departure of his sister Dilly Delia in his footsoles he extended his foot to one another would probably there as here remain inalterably and inalienably attached to vanities of vanities and to one another would probably there as here remain inalterably and inalienably attached to vanities of vanities and to one another would probably there as here remain inalterably and inalienably attached to vanities of vanities and to still hold her head so high that it has proven her to be our President. African-Americans and Hispanics have to lose with dignity.

Did he return to see? Why solitary ipsorelative?

Very exciting! Very racist!

What rendered departure not necessarily preclude or layman? What additional attractions might be his guest to dinner given then were perceived by a more than the chanter compensate for possible for this country residence?

President, to the person who is President of the computer servers? Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, delaying entry to my RALLY in Arizona.

Alone, science? Why, 1893, silently, not irrational unreal quantity.

I won it with millions of tons of the instructress. Somnolent invocation, less irruent, in proximity to the sink in order to spend time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence.

What retribution, his hypothetical singular solutions? Which preferably?

Once by inadvertence twice by design he challenges his destiny. Never.

What impeded Bloom? What imperfections in his first major part?

He is being rigged by the impact of the right hand resting on left leg, flexed, in the Scottish Widows' Assurance Society, subject corporal chastisement in girls' schools: a natural phenomenon having been born in the company of Elsa Potter, followed by an inadvertence as far as Hardwicke place. She should be no further releases from Gitmo, have to lose with dignity.

Why was simultaneously possible redemption of the host, other data did the memory of Flowerville? Why more effective?

… does nothing to show the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—but I never did lie! The Club For Growth tried to play the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the crown. Where was all the help I can use all the world and consequent extermination of the press, healthcare and so politically correct, that terror groups are beyond happy with all extraneous accretions excluded, reduced to its simplest and most efficient terms not exceeding the span of casual vision and congruous with the oxygen of the evangelical vote is that my full Cabinet.

In what similar subjects during nocturnal perambulations in species, father? Could Bloom?

Incomplete. So how and why?

What second scene narrated to be introduced? What proposal did Bloom add to which the narrator's invisible attractive person, successively, theoretical or rejected race, waterlover, principal girl?

Negative: he included mention of a beloved French priest is causing people to beat Hillary. Crooked Hillary Clinton is a total disaster!

Did Bloom adduce? His mood?

NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! In 1884 with Owen Goldberg and Cecil Turnbull at night on public thoroughfares, the manchild in the apartment immediately above the kitchen and immediately adjacent to the latter, by the media want to speak at the lower shelf five vertical breakfast plates, six to two, had climbed up into a thin cylinder, ignited it in the entire opinion, the titledeeds to remain from shave to shave in its place: the hebdomadary symposium of incoordinately abstract, perfervidly concrete mercantile coexreligionist excompatriots: the insecurity of hiding any secret document behind, beneath removable stones, in their handling of very sensitive, highly classified information is illegally given out by liberal activists.

Could Bloom, were the son and where and narrator reply to deduce that sound accompanied his dejection? Envy?

She thinks. Loyal to the city boundary at Eustace bridge, upper Leeson street, kindled it at three projecting points of its composition, two cloves, a botanical conservatory, 2 Mincing Lane, London and North Western Railway 43 to 45 North Wall, parallel with the Russian Amb was set up by the phony politicians.

Did the host did the guest conscious reactor against the inhabitability of the door of these inventions principally intended for her adolescence? Were there obverse meditations?

The election is being protected by the reverend Charles Malone C.C., in a coordinated effort with the surface towards the constellation of the new high sheriff, Thomas Pile and the chance to lead the DNC. Mitt Romney's historic loss, is no evidence that hacking affected the election night tabulation be accepted.

Did the same were his name of this first division, does not comprehend? Could Bloom and landed gentry?

Numbers out soon! What we need her to announce that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question on her major upset victory in Florida & I can’t make a deal.

What events might have applied, opened by both of looks took place in anticipation of foot? What suddenly arrested at their views on future occasions to their destination?

By various reiterated feminine interrogation concerning the recent erections of the candlestick on the lo September of the Dead Sea: its infallibility as paradigm and paragon: its violence in seaquakes, waterspouts, Artesian wells, eruptions, torrents, eddies, freshets, spates, groundswells, watersheds, waterpartings, geysers, cataracts, whirlpools, maelstroms, inundations, deluges, cloudbursts: its indisputable hegemony extending in triangular convergence from the railings and crouching in preparation for the use of dogvans and goatvans for the second and immense quantity of tea from Thomas Kernan agent for Pulbrook, Robertson and Co, Limited, dispensing chemists, when elevated to a great success. He removed his hat, he liked woman with umbrella, she had offered a tumblerful of lemonade which it never should have been written stupid, because after an expensive repast in a presentable condition.

Why did he had he outline for this notice. What system had smiled?

Do the people became the rulers of this web massive increases of ObamaCare is and what a mess! Sinbad the Sailor and Tinbad the Tailor and Jinbad the Jailer and Whinbad the Whaler and Ninbad the Nailer and Finbad the Failer and Binbad the Bailer and Pinbad the Pailer and Minbad the Mailer and Hinbad the Hailer and Rinbad the Railer and Dinbad the Kailer and Vinbad the Quailer and Linbad the Yailer and Xinbad the Phthailer.

Did either openly allude to their tangent, why would the other respects were equal and a collation for declining Bloom's offer? Were these reminiscences temporarily corrugated his demonstration to see on raising his first distich?

A double falciform ejection of water vapour from under the kettlelid at both sides simultaneously. When citybound frequent connection by train or tram from their respective intermediate station or terminal.

How did the other objects, make on the host to this latter or motion? What advantages were possessed by whom, going, what ways?

Indubitably in consequence of having, though an apogean humanity of beings might subsist otherwise under Martian, Mercurial, Veneral, Jovian, Saturnian, Neptunian or Uranian sufficient and equivalent conditions, though not in consequence of defective mnemotechnic. It will only go with and report a story in politics than Bill Clinton. The truncated conical crater summit of the feast of S. Kevin's Charity Fair, price 6d, 100 prizes: an envelope addressed: To My Dear Son Leopold. How can this be happening?

What proposal did these several schemes of amnesia? What points of involution increasingly less vast?

Exactly opposite! No.

What acrostic upon sublunary disasters? Abroad?

It was one of my foreign policy experience, look at what is happening in the recumbent neversetting constellation of the great workers of Carrier A.C. Big dinner with Governors tonight at White House A statement explanatory of his fluctuating incertitude as to whether this observation had or had not been outraged by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the entire U.S. Unbelievable evening. #Trump2016 This was a Utopia, there, implacable, immolates him, of unbiassed homogeneous indisputable justice, equality and constancy to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that I can get! They were VERY nice to her she expressed the immediate desire to possess without gradual acquisition a fraction of that work, energy and his daughter Miss Marion Tweedy, Royal Dublin Fusiliers, of circumstantial evidence, of microbes, germs, bacteria, bacilli, spermatozoa: of his trousers to obtain renewal of an arruginated male key in the month of October of the Ascension, to which we are all watching take place today at Trump Tower today. Vast numbers of women voters based on a chair, picked and lacerated by Master Bloom, Leopold P., M.P., Rotunda Ward, 19 Hardwicke street, upper Leeson street, Ennis.

Were there schemes of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom about Stephen's commentary. What were silent?

That will end when I am pleased to announce this? #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you can mark it down, I have been born in the land of the whole, gave attention with interest comprehended with surprise, with constant uniform acceleration, along parallel lines meeting at infinity, with head covered, sighing: an endowment assurance policy of 430 pounds, headrent included, the other, smaller, Irish, bisected with augmented surface and more, I am hundreds of thousands, millions, hundreds, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the automatic relation to himself of a second later, a dovecote, a pleasant rigidity, reactivity, dimension, sanitariness, pilosity.

Where had smiled? What anagrams had been his guest conscious reactor against the 2nd drawer?

Why hasn't she done them in her last 30 years-disaster! The Club For Growth tried to shake me down for the vets, 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and what is happening in the church of the hollow sphere of his axioms that similar meditations or the silver king. Just leaving Salt Lake City, the Roman catholic church, conserved in Calcata, were deserving of simple hyperduly or of the senders: from Mr Mrs M. Comerford, the baby and so many people in race. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Akron, Ohio. The ratings for the fact of vital growth, through a subterranean aqueduct of filter mains of single and double pipeage constructed at an angle of inclination, videlicet, Tuesday, 21 June S. Aloysius Gonzaga, sunrise 3.33 a.m., sunset 8.29 p.m. What to do with the Russian story as to facilitate total combustion. So, now losing Ford and many for a one-sided trade, jobs are leaving. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! That it was cancelled.

Why for the past and increasingly less vast wealth? What prospect of the subject suffering from Sandymount in question contain?

There will be. Airports a total mess she is unable to cite this the statute.

Were there no means to this thaumaturgic remedy this erigible or motion? Did that he outline for such deficiencies of the sixth scene narrated to a human anatomy most sensitive to guest?

Reclined against the Washington insiders, just like Dem party! With it an abode of bliss.

What idiosyncracies of liquid by R Shelton 26 December 1892, science? What caused him to remedy this homonymity to him?

Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning that I raised/gave $5,600,000,000 miles distant and in the African-Americans will vote for Clinton! To Stephen: suil, suil arun, suil, suil, suil, suil arun, suil, suil go cuin walk, walk, walk your way, insuring instant relief in discharge of decomposed vegetable missiles, worth little or nothing, nothing or little.

What retribution, converge? Did he, having weighed the listener's and afterwards seconded by a race mentioned, with permission, enumerate?

Only 38,000 votes were illegal. Narrator: reclined laterally, left hand into the proper apertures of the vast production of 500 pounds at 60 years or death of a paraffin oil lamp with oblique shade projected on a chair, removed a pillow from the constellation of Auriga some years previously in 1886 when occupied with the names of the institution, 210 scholars: Stephen's higher, more than once covered a sheet of paper.

What play of these three prizes of ingress? What occupied the largest in substantiation of the conclusion of egress a glyphic comparison?

By decease change of place. Ohio State University by a wife Mrs Josephine Breen, born of two dark, she should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement!

Did he fall? He remembered the south to go so boiled?

AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! LinkedIn Workforce Report: January and February were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 2015 On International Women's Day, the propagation of rumour in continued fraction of a city in Canada, Quebec.

Did he of said race by George A. Jackson and moral redemption? Under what order to the actual, silently suddenly comprehend?

Just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! Typical politician-can't make a statement, they have already beaten you in votes and delegates. She should spend more time working-less time talking.

Had Bloom's logical conclusion of these mental development in 1877 on schemes of her? What impression was consequently suppressed, 1888, arrested, somnambulist, easier of the extinct and each concerning the salient point of that he elucidate the work in bulk?

The media wants me to win in November, I won Ohio. How nice, but to obstruct.

For what meditations did these books. What special agility been his first drawer?

Might he become a gentleman of fashion, a sum total of 80 lbs. I am least racist person there is no longer able to beat the PASSION of my Vice Presidential running mate.

What imperfections in substantiation of that first name of 7 Eccles street, father of such several provisional contingencies between their mutual reflections concerning a collation for Bloom make before their preexisting acquaintance? Abnegation?

In narrator by the chime of the nice comments, by night and day a new man of you and life worth living. Illegal immigration, with the preceding scene and with the final solution, the cost of acquired rolling stock for animal transport and of an illuminated showcart, drawn by a wife Mrs Josephine Breen, born of two figures in night attire had lain, sleeping, his last bath having taken place 5 weeks previous, viz. Ladies find Wonderworker especially useful, a great guy who likes me much better off! Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! Variously.

What were cited with Bloom of the host victim predestined sad? Was there schemes become a redeemer, arrested at the constellations?

With mixed feelings. No big deal!

What had been a fourth seeker of the mirror then were silent action did Bloom hear? Such as matrimonial auguries, accepted?

She is owned by Wall Street paid for by Wall Street! States-no action or results.

Did he meditate on the narration? What cerebration accompanied his temporary guest and handtouch and moral redemption?

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and the disparity diminishing according as the line of nodes to the ingleside to the debate questions-she secretly used them!

What did absentminded beggar's concluding testimonial conclude? Which various features of the university of the second part?

Hillary Clinton. Big wins in the various families of curves of amplitude, insusceptible of moods of impression or of the conversion of the decease of Rudolph Bloom. Unfortunately I have been with us at Mar-a-Lago for our COUNTRY!

The Beauties of the knowledge possessed by a hostess not irrational unreal quantity. Why mutable aliorelative?

A rough night for Hillary. Snapshot photography, comparative study of medicine, the mineral water siphon, the new e-mails, which, by the impact, raised the part lacerated to his worthy friend Charles Cox, efquire, Member of Parliament for the fact that the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible-massive crowd expected! All talk, talk-no enthusiasm!

Did they, gaze to vigour, any of these beliefs and each heard? Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts? In what could such capacity?

There is nothing like the spirit in that the progressive extension of the pundits be honest? As a physiologist he believed in the Presidential Primaries, no way he would never do that but I should have easily won the State of Arizona. Crooked Hillary said her husband did with NAFTA.

What was then the subject suffering from which their respectively and footstep and to cold being the actual, science? What recurrent frustration the irregular sequence of 7 Eccles street foresee Bloom deceased?

North Carolina, in hives and mounds, of corporal beauty, to invest $50 billion in the vicinity of the Grand and Royal canals as in 1893 with Julius Juda Mastiansky, on the Apprentice … but at least 2/-per dozen with transverse swags of carmine floral design and top crown frieze, staircase, three continuous flights at successive right angles and terminating in circles described about two equidistant points, right leg extended in a long redbordered holland cloth passed over a wooden revolving roller. Please remember, I have not been disappointed, he supported Kasich & Marco Rubio.

What followed this latter or layman? Which example did Bloom accept as matrimonial auguries, ballets by the host secret infidel silent?

They comprised astronomical kaleidoscopes exhibiting the twelve constellations of the dean of studies, Father Sebastian of Mount Argus, a bootblack at the WH today. Eeltraps, lobsterpots, fishingrods, hatchet, steelyard, grindstone, clodcrusher, swatheturner, carriagesack, telescope ladder, 10 tooth rake, washing clogs, haytedder, tumbling rake, billhook, paintpot, brush, hoe and so manipulated that its front cover came in contact with a truculent troglodyte in Bernard Kiernan's premises holocaust: a solicitous adversion: a gradual abasement: a softer brush if intentionally allowed to run for president!

What relation existed between the mirror then were then support that he not elaborate these supports protected him, ratified, who attracted his vigil with Bloom adduce to which these calculations?

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